In the living room, the atmosphere was unnervingly silent.
It was as if time itself had frozen.
Two witches stood face to face, tension crackling between them.
Their eyes locked, brimming with hostility.
"What? You don't recognize me?" Dark Wanda smirked, breaking the silence first. "Or did you not expect me to show up?"
She fixed her gaze on Wanda, completely unfazed by the intense glare thrown her way. If anything, she carried herself with the confidence of someone who belonged here.
"You know what to do—leave," Wanda snapped, her stance shifting as she stepped forward protectively, placing herself in front of Finn. "Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next."
She refused to take any risks.
She would not let Dark Wanda get her hands on Finn again.
"Leave?" Dark Wanda chuckled, her gaze shifting to Finn. "You might want to ask Finn if he wants me gone."
There was no hesitation in her voice, no fear of rejection.
Wanda hesitated, frowning slightly before glancing at Finn.
Finn, sensing the tension, felt trapped between them. He sighed, looking between the two identical women before nodding reluctantly. "She has to stay."
If it weren't for the looming threat of the mysterious figure wreaking havoc across the multiverse, he wouldn't have allowed this situation to unfold like this. But this was bigger than just them.
This was about survival.
"Since it's come to this, I'll make myself comfortable," Dark Wanda declared, her lips curling into a knowing smile.
She turned into a swirl of dark energy and reappeared seated casually on the sofa.
Wanda's expression hardened in disbelief. She couldn't believe Finn had just agreed.
If she didn't know with certainty that Finn's soul was unchanged, she might have suspected this wasn't her Finn at all.
"Get out!" she snapped, storming toward the sofa, her patience unraveling.
She wouldn't tolerate Dark Wanda's presence.
Not when she knew exactly what the other woman was up to.
Finn quickly stepped in, catching Wanda by the wrist before she could yank Dark Wanda to her feet. "Wanda, listen to me. I only let her stay because of the mysterious figure."
At that, Wanda's anger simmered down. Her brows furrowed as she absorbed his words.
A mysterious figure? A force powerful enough to disrupt the multiverse? A being intent on erasing every version of Finn across realities?
The revelation hit her like a thunderbolt.
"And how do you know she's telling the truth?" Wanda asked, her skeptical gaze flickering toward Dark Wanda.
After all, this woman had lied and manipulated them before.
She wasn't about to trust her now.
"Believe it or don't," Dark Wanda shrugged nonchalantly. "If I wanted to take your Finn from you, do you really think I'd be sitting here calmly instead of just doing it?"
There was no pretense in her words, no effort to soften the truth.
Wanda opened her mouth, searching for a rebuttal, but found none.
As much as she hated to admit it, Dark Wanda had a point. If she had truly wanted to take Finn, Wanda wouldn't have been able to stop her.
But that didn't mean she had to like it.
Finn offered a small, weary smile. "Wanda, I know this is difficult, but we have to look at the bigger picture. The mysterious figure is real. And Dark Wanda is trying to stop him, too."
He could see the jealousy simmering beneath Wanda's eyes, but he understood her reaction.
What woman wouldn't be furious if their alternate self, powerful and alluring, decided to crash into their life?
"Fine," Wanda finally relented, crossing her arms. "She can stay—but in the next room."
If not for Finn, she would've banished her outright.
Having this woman around was dangerous.
"That's fair," Finn agreed, sensing Wanda's growing frustration.
The best way to prevent chaos? Keep the two apart as much as possible.
"Alright, time to move," he said, turning to Dark Wanda, who was still lounging on the sofa as if she owned the place.
"It's not even dark yet," Dark Wanda replied lazily, flipping on the TV. "Might as well watch something."
She showed no signs of budging.
Then, to make matters worse, she casually kicked off her shoes and stretched out, crossing her long, pale legs with a slow, deliberate motion.
Wanda's eye twitched in irritation.
This woman was mocking her.
"Move. Now," Wanda seethed, storming toward the sofa.
"Or what?" Dark Wanda purred, the smirk never leaving her face.
In one swift motion, she reached out and grabbed Wanda's wrist, pulling her down beside her.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Wanda hissed, caught off guard.
Dark Wanda held firm, her fingers curling around Wanda's hand with an unnerving gentleness.
"What? Can't handle a little closeness?" Dark Wanda teased, leaning in with a wicked smile. "You're burning up, you know. Getting flustered over a woman? How interesting..."
Wanda's cheeks flushed with heat, her jaw tightening.
"Let. Go."
"Make me."
Their eyes locked again—this time not in anger, but in an unspoken battle of wills.
Then, before she could react, Dark Wanda's tongue flicked over her palm.
Wanda recoiled instantly. "You're disgusting!"
Dark Wanda just laughed, her grip unyielding.
Wanda had had enough.
With a growl, she lunged at Dark Wanda, sending them both tumbling onto the sofa in a tangled heap.
The room shook slightly from the impact.
The two witches grappled with each other, limbs tangling in a chaotic struggle. There was no magic being used—just raw, physical frustration.
Finn sighed, rubbing his temple as he watched the chaos unfold.
It was going to be a long night.
On the sofa, there was a vibration, and the two bodies pulled at each other, quickly entangled together.
"Open!"
"Don't let go!"
The clothes on both of them were instantly crumpled, their messy hair flying as their faces flushed. Neither was willing to back down.
Tear!
The next second, hands grasped and tore at fabric.
Bare skin became visible, subtle yet undeniable.
"Ah!!"
"Hmm~"
For a while, the only sounds filling the air were gasps and the rustling of movement. The room seemed to radiate heat, the tension intoxicating.
Cough, cough, cough...
Finn stood frozen, his eyes wide, unsure if he should step in or just stand back. The main issue was—who was he supposed to help?
This scene was too intense. Even he, who had seen all kinds of battles, found himself captivated.
Sure enough, women were at their most stunning when fighting…
No—this wasn't just a fight.
This was a full-blown war.
The struggle between the two didn't cease; if anything, it escalated.
Finn's gaze was locked onto the chaotic scene.
Wanda's hair was disheveled, her usually composed face flushed with exertion, but her eyes held a fierce determination. Most of her fair skin was exposed, her torn clothing barely hanging on. The lower part of her attire had been shredded, revealing glimpses of her toned figure.
Opposite her, Dark Wanda was no better off. Her tangled hair partially veiled her face, her breathing ragged as she squared off. Her garments were in complete disarray, save for a few pieces barely clinging to her. The dark markings along her body gave her a dangerously alluring aura, like a thorned rose, deadly yet irresistible.
"Finn! Stop standing there and help me pull this woman away!"
Wanda's voice snapped him out of his daze. Her face was flushed from exertion, and irritation laced her tone.
This woman was ridiculously strong.
If Finn didn't intervene, Wanda might soon be at a disadvantage.
"Ahem, I'm coming right now."
Finn cleared his throat, stepping forward with cautious intent.
If he let them continue, there was a very real chance the entire apartment would be wrecked. And then dealing with the aftermath would be a nightmare.
At that moment, just as he reached out—
A golden portal shimmered into existence at the entrance.
A figure stepped through, the glow of the portal casting his silhouette in sharp relief.
It was Doctor Strange.
His eyes swept across the room, taking in the scene. Though the sofa blocked part of the view, he could see enough—two Wandas, tangled, breathless, and Finn standing awkwardly nearby.
A knowing look crossed his face before he quickly turned his head out of politeness. "Ahem, Finn, I must say, you have quite the stamina."
For a moment, he pondered what he had just witnessed.
Unexpected.
Finn, who seemed like a rational man, actually had such a wild side?
A battle between three?
And not just anyone—two Wandas?
That was… quite something.
"Stephen, don't talk nonsense! I was helping them!"
Finn immediately cut in, panic lacing his voice.
If Stephen misinterpreted this and spread rumors—
That level of embarrassment would be unbearable.
"It's really not what you're thinking!"
Wanda, still behind the sofa, quickly conjured her shredded clothing back onto her body. Her face burned with shame.
Three people fighting like this… It was too much.
Dark Wanda, on the other hand, remained indifferent. She simply adjusted her disheveled outfit and combed her fingers through her hair, completely unfazed.
To her, this wasn't something to be ashamed of.
What was there to fear?
"No need to explain anything," Strange said dismissively, glancing at them with an all-too-knowing smirk. "Everyone was young once. I understand."
He waved a hand as if to say: It's fine. No judgment here.
After all, these things were natural.
Especially for someone like Finn, full of youthful energy.
It was bound to happen often.
Finn's face darkened, his mind scrambling for a proper response.
This was bad.
His explanation had completely backfired.
Thud!
A slipper flew through the air, smacking Finn square in the chest.
Turning, he saw Wanda glaring at him before flopping onto the couch in frustration.
Finn sighed helplessly, rubbing his chest.
"What are you doing here, Stephen?"
He shifted gears, desperate to change the topic.
A small suspicion crept into his mind—
Had Strange come at this exact moment on purpose?
Was this some sort of voyeuristic tendency?
Considering the timing, it seemed oddly convenient.
"Have you forgotten about the anomalies in the Sanctum?" Strange's expression turned serious. "I don't have time for distractions. We need a plan."
Finn sobered instantly.
Right.
The issue of the multiverse was still unresolved.
They had yet to send the displaced beings back to their respective realities.
If this dragged on, the situation would only spiral further out of control.
It could reach a point where the multiversal boundaries shattered completely, allowing all manner of superpowered individuals to move between dimensions at will.
That would be irreversible.
"If you hadn't reminded me, I'd have completely forgotten."
Finn ran a hand through his hair, his mind clicking back into strategic mode.
They needed a fix.
Now.
"It's very simple—I have a way."
Dark Wanda, now fully dressed, rose from the couch. Confidence radiated from her stance.
Unlike the others, she wasn't concerned.
Not in the slightest.
While everyone else saw the multiverse's instability as a crisis—
She saw an opportunity.
The others turned to her, eyes filled with curiosity and doubt.
Could she really solve it?
Was she planning to use Chaos Magic?
While it could warp reality…
The idea of it singlehandedly restoring the multiverse was a bit far-fetched.
Yet, she stood there, utterly unfazed.
Unbothered.
Sure of herself.
And that alone made her dangerous.
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