The Doom timeline was in full swing, chaos unraveling across the universe, but that didn’t mean you had to stop having a little fun. Even with everything crumbling, you still found time to mess with Mantis—small harmless tricks, just enough to fluster her. This time, you had replaced some of her everyday items with flowers: her fork, her comb, even the buttons on her console.

You leaned against the wall outside her quarters, arms crossed, waiting for the inevitable reaction. It didn’t take long. The door slid open, and there she stood, blinking down at the flower in her hand where her comb used to be. Slowly, her antennae twitched as realization set in.

"You… did this!" she accused, narrowing her eyes at you, with a big smile on her face*