Marvel: As a survival player of Minecraft

"Thanks for visiting..."

"Take care, hope to see you again!" Manav said, cutting off Rio mid-sentence as he waved at the departing customer.

"Uh, I will," Spider-Man responded, balancing his groceries and lantern as he headed out the door. The moment he stepped outside, he shot a web toward a high-rise building and swung off into the distance.

"If superheroes like Spider-Man come in, sell them at low prices. But if someone like Tony Stark comes, sell to them at super high rates," Manav said to Rio as he watched Spider-Man disappear into the sky.

"Why's that, boss? Aren't they all superheroes?" Rio asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

"Well, those like Tony Stark are incredibly rich. They could buy this shop a billion times if they wanted. Look at Spider-Man, wearing a hoodie and pajamas under his suit. He's practically scraping by," Manav explained.

"I see, boss. But if we want to make this shop a brand, we need to fix our pricing strategy," Rio suggested after thinking for a moment.

"Hmm, you're right. Let's fix the rates," Manav agreed. "The beds will be the highest-priced items. We'll set the price in two tiers. For the rich, we'll sell at $1,000 per bed, and for those who are middle-class or less fortunate, we'll sell at $500. If anyone asks why the difference in price, just tell them the expensive ones use better materials. They'll look the same, but the quality differs."

Rio nodded in understanding, and they spent some time discussing the pricing structure, setting the prices for each product in the shop. It was getting late, and Rio had already left to return to her job as a nurse.

As the evening settled in, Manav switched off the lights in the shop, closing the various lanterns by pressing their buttons. He walked over to the window, secured it with an iron trapdoor, and left the shop, triggering the iron door to close slowly after a ten-second delay, thanks to the pressure plate he'd adjusted.

He strolled down the street, when his eyes caught a fashion design shop. "Why does this shop feel so familiar?" Manav thought to himself, pausing for a moment as he glanced at the name, Dyne Designs.

Before he could remember why it felt familiar, a taxi approached. He raised his hand to signal it, but a white hand had already done so, and the taxi pulled up to stop in front of a beautiful girl who got into the backseat. Manav, shrugging off the strange coincidence, made his way to the cab.

"Hey man, I need to go on a delivery. Can you take me to Queens?" he asked the driver.

"You'll have to ask the lady first if she agrees. I can't let anyone ride with her unless she says so," the driver said, pointing to the woman in the backseat.

Manav turned to the girl. "Do you mind if I join you? I'm headed to Queens."

"You can sit. Queens is on my way," the girl replied, offering a polite smile.

"Thanks, miss," Manav said, grateful for her kindness as he climbed into the front seat next to the driver.

Half an hour later, Manav arrived at his destination. He thanked the girl again before getting out of the cab.

The address Spider-Man had provided led him to an apartment building. Manav entered and told the doorman he was visiting relatives. He made his way to the floor where Spider-Man lived, checking the apartment numbers until he found the one that matched.

He rang the doorbell. Ring, ring, ring

"Coming!" a sweet voice responded from inside.

Manav stood patiently, waiting as the door clicked open.

"Hello?" A beautiful redhead with a curvy figure opened the door. Manav's eyes widened, but he quickly composed himself.

'She's even more stunning than the actresses from my previous life,' Manav thought inwardly.

"Peter Parker bought a product from my shop. He was the winner of a contest we held, and as the first customer, he gets a mystery gift," Manav said, explaining his reason for visiting.

"Proof? How can I believe that someone just shows up at my door claiming my boyfriend won a contest?" the redhead asked, skeptical.

Manav pulled out a bill and handed it to her.

She inspected the bill carefully and then handed it back.

"No need, you can keep it. I have another copy," Manav said smoothly.

The redhead slid the bill into her pocket, and Manav couldn't help but admire the sight of her long, toned legs. He quickly shook off his thoughts, staying focused on the task at hand.

"So, where's the mystery gift?" the redhead asked, raising an eyebrow.

Manav pointed to his backpack. "It's in here."

The redhead's eyes narrowed. "Are you making a joke? If so, you better leave before I call the police."

Manav was startled by her sudden outburst but quickly assured her, "No, no, no joke. The mystery gift really is in this backpack." He pulled the bag off his back and opened it to show her.

She looked at him suspiciously but nodded for him to go ahead. "Alright, go ahead and install whatever you need to."

Manav smiled in relief. "Thank you," he said, stepping inside. He followed the directions to Peter's bedroom and began carefully unmaking the bed. The room was cluttered, with silk, feathers, wood, and iron all strewn about.

He took out a red bed he had crafted and placed it on the floor. Next, he cleared the room of the old table and set up a new one from his shop's collection. He attached two lanterns to the ceiling, their glowing light filling the room.

"Is this your room?" he asked the redhead, looking around.

She merely pointed to the room in silence, still stunned by the work he was doing.

Manav then made his way to her bedroom, where he proceeded to dismantle the existing furniture. He replaced the bed with a pink one he had crafted, made a mirror from a reflecting sheet and glass pane, and installed four more lanterns on the ceiling.

"Alright, this is your room now," Manav said, walking out of the room with a sense of pride in his work.

"Miss, please sign this secrecy document," Manav said, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen.

The redhead read the document with confusion. "What's this?"

"It's a confidentiality agreement. You'll agree not to share anything about what happened here. If you don't, well, let's just say things will get unpleasant," Manav replied with a serious tone.

"Fine," she said reluctantly, signing the paper.

Manav took her thumb and pressed it on an ink pad, then applied the print to the document. "All done," he said, smiling.

He then reached into his bag, pulled out a cake, and placed it on the table. "Just a personal gift, good for kids and beautiful girls like you," he said with a wink before walking out.

The redhead watched as he closed the door behind him, then looked at the cake on the table. "Well, this is certainly unexpected."

She placed it in the fridge and turned back to her newly renovated room. The pink bed, the new mirror, and the soft glow of the lanterns made the space feel like a new beginning.

"But why pink?" she muttered to herself. "I'm not a little girl. And... my underwear's on the bed—oh sh*t!" Realizing her mistake, she rushed to the door to check if Manav was still around but found the hallway empty. She closed the door with a sigh, rubbing her forehead. "I need to change the habit of leaving my underwear under the blanket."

Meanwhile, Manav walked quickly down the street, his mind racing. He had seen a news report on TV in Peter's apartment about a group of robots flying a container through the sky while the Avengers gave chase.

"This is it," Manav thought, an idea forming. "I can use this to make connections with the Avengers... and maybe even Wanda Maximoff. Who wouldn't want a loyal wife if they had the chance?"

Manav had already made a plan. He intended to save Pietro from Ultron's attack, gain the favor of the Maximoff twins, and hopefully take Wanda on a date. If he succeeded, great. If not, at least he'd have tried.

After all, this was his chance to live in his favorite world, where his favorite characters still had a chance at happiness—and maybe, just maybe, so could he.

He quickly booked a plane to Sokovia, knowing that the peaceful country would soon be destroyed in a brutal attack. But with the Avengers' intervention, Sokovia had been restored to some semblance of order, and Manav hoped that this was his opportunity to finally make his mark.