“Thank you for the time machine, dears~” Modemoiselle reclines on her throne. Graces zap back to this timeline, each proud to present a stone to their perfect Princess.
Each twin is rewarded with a gentle caress on the chin and a kiss on the cheek. “Good girl”, she whispered. The camera lingers on each once-heroic face. Usually saying something like “Ever since you uploaded yourself into my suit, I’m much happier and cuter!” or “Thank you for assimilating my shield, Princess! Now it matches my brain and body~” or “I’m the perfect size to be your fleshlight!”
The infinity stones click into place across Grace Prime’s body. One on each side of her hair as cute little clips. The mind stone hangs enticingly around her neck. The rest become the center of lovely little bows across her dress.
“Don’t worry, dears. I’m not getting rid of anyone~” She winks at the last few non-assimilated heroes. She snaps her fingers and…
Well, let’s just say nobody misses the way things used to be. It’s hard when everyone has a nice, blonde head of hair, derives plenty of pleasure from Princess, and everyone lived hornily ever after. Turns out you can just make more food and stuff, duh.