Chapter 308 Scarlet Witch? One Shot

"He wants to reverse the absolute time point. If he succeeds, the entire universe will face destruction."

Peter looked at the Sorcerer Supreme, "You mean to say that he is trying to change the past?"

"Yes, he tried to go back in time and save Christine."

Master Ancient One said with a serious expression: "The time paradox caused by this will destroy the universe. We don't have much time left."

As Gwen listened to what Master Ancient One said, the expression on her face gradually became solemn.

If the world did end, that would be terrible.

No, not just bad questions.

The world is about to be destroyed, that is a very bad situation.

She looked towards Peter with concern.

"You're the only one who has the power to stop him, Peter."

"I?"

Peter didn't believe that he was the savior.

He didn't believe in the Ancient One and was unable to stop Strange, who had only been learning for less than half a year.

There should be a considerable gap between the two in their attainments in spells and black magic.

"But, Master Ancient One, I don't know magic."

Peter shook his head and said, "Besides, I don't believe that someone like me can take on the responsibility of saving the world."

"Master, if Strange reverses the time point you mentioned, you will not have the strength to defeat him. I believe I don't have such power either."

"Yes, you can. You are the only one. Besides, Peter, even though you don't know magic now, it doesn't mean you won't know it in the future."

"The future is too far away, no one can predict it. Even if the world is destroyed in the future, it should have nothing to do with me."

Peter shrugged his shoulders and said in a nonchalant tone.

Even if this world is destroyed, he can leave this world with Uncle Ben, Aunt May, Gwen, Helen, Black Cat and others and go to other multiverses.

After all, Kahn controls the web of fate. As long as he wants, he can open a portal at any time and teleport himself to other universes.

"This world is closely related to everyone, and no one can escape from it."

Master Ancient One stared at Peter. The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and her face was becoming more and more blurred.

"If you change your mind, Peter, you can always come to this station and we will meet again."

As she spoke, her figure gradually faded until she disappeared completely.

Everything around the station returned to normal, and waiting people and buses began to enter the bus station one after another.

Gwen reached out her hand and felt the rain on her skin.

Confirm that everything you just experienced was not an illusion.

"Uh is she really gone?"

Gwen asked in disbelief.

"should be."

Peter walked out of the bus stop holding an umbrella and held out his hand to Gwen.

Gwen was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked up and took Peter's arm.

She hid under Peter's umbrella and they walked home together.

"So you really don't care, Peter?"

Gwen asked Peter hesitantly.

“This is probably not something I can control.”

Peter shook his head and said to Gwen, "I'm not some magician."

"I'm not a magician either, although I really yearn for those cool magics."

Gwen thought of Strange, "I can't believe that Doctor Stephen could be the one to destroy the world. He is such a gentle and confident man."

Gwen was a little skeptical that Doctor Strange would become a villain.

"There are times when we are all bound by heavy chains."

Peter understood.

“And if you try to break free from this shackle, anyone could slide into the abyss.”

Gwen nodded.

She puts herself into Doctor Strange's perspective.

Would you do the same if you lost Peter?

Will he do something like Dr. Strange, reversing time and changing the ending because he wants to save Peter?

In the past, she felt that she might not be able to do such a thing.

But now she was hesitant.

Even if the world is destroyed, will you save your loved ones at all costs?
She looked up at Peter.

If it were Peter, he would do that for himself!

No, if he knew Peter, he would definitely do that.

Then, I have a reason to do so.

"What are you thinking about, Gwen?"

Peter's words suddenly rang in her ears.

Gwen coughed and shook off the messy thoughts in her mind. "I was thinking, although you said you don't care about the destruction of the world, if it really happened, you would definitely stand up. I know you, Peter."

"I don't even know myself, Gwen."

Peter looked down at Gwen and said, "I'm not a superhero who sets out to save the world, Gwen."

"But heroes don't necessarily aim to save the world. You are a hero in my heart, Peter."

"is it?"

Peter hadn't expected Gwen to say something like that.

"Thanks, Gwen, that's probably the best compliment I've ever received."

After taking Gwen home, Peter stayed in the room, staring at the ring on his hand that was transformed from the Dark Book.

Although he said that the destruction of the world had nothing to do with him, his body was still honest and he began to think about how to counter it.

It seems that the Dark Book is the only available tool at the moment.

Although if this thing backfires, the consequences will be serious.

Thinking of the Darkhold, he remembered the current container of the Darkhold—Wanda. He wondered what the other party’s current situation was like.

Maybe I should go and take a look at this container.

"The rent is due and it's not paid! That's terrible!"

If she didn't pay back the money, this shabby little room that Wanda called an apartment would no longer even be hers.

Those guys had been to the door this morning, just as the sun was rising.

They pounded on her door and left a red IOU—not the pink one they left last time, or the yellow one they left the time before that—beneath the room where she now lived.

Eviction, homelessness!
In her mind, there were the scolding voices of the nuns, an invisible presence: You will never be good enough to be a nun, even as a baby you never wanted to hold your bottle.

This is what the nuns on Mount Wandagar like to say most.

When you were a little baby… you didn’t even want to hold the bottle.

You spoke too late, unlike your brother.

You didn't learn how to use the potty until all the other girls knew how to use it.

You don't go and pray to the Lord every day like a good nun.

They never called her stupid, never used such harsh words.

Yet insults are everywhere, and the hidden meanings behind the words are like a monster under the bed.

Moreover, these people in Wanda Mountain often study their own bodies in the name of helping themselves to check their bodies.

Wanda is not even ten years old this year, but her body is growing very fast.

If I walk outside now, I will definitely be mistaken for a 15 or 16-year-old girl.

This is also the reason why she was able to rent this room after escaping.

However, she is now unemployed.

After she was fired from Wendy's, she was fired from a fast food restaurant - a Mexican-looking guy accused her of embezzling money from him, which sounded like a fancy way of saying she was stealing.

She had no idea about this matter and didn't understand why the other party accused her of corruption.

Okay, maybe that Mexican guy with the funny way of talking was wrong.

That sheep-like Marjorie - the old cranky woman in the furry wig - then fired herself without any reason.

What should we do now?
I’m so annoyed, so annoyed, so annoyed!
Calm down Wanda!

You won't be kicked out until the weekend.

That's all fine, you just need to find the root of the problem.

She opened a Wal-Mart shopping bag, reached into the plastic, and pulled out a pair of pliers, a screwdriver, and a frosted glass, burnt-out light bulb covered in charcoal-black soot.

She was a little emotional last night, which resulted in the light bulb exploding for no apparent reason.

Shards of glass pierced her palms, forcing her to use tweezers to remove each shard with her shaking hands.

The small fragments that were accidentally left in her palm were finally squeezed out by her using the flesh next to it.

She's become quite professional now.

She carefully removed the base of the bulb with pliers, then used a screwdriver to poke out the rest of the bulb's interior—the center coil and all those tiny connections.

Wanda reached into the bag again and grabbed a can of air duster, a box of drinking straws, and a roll of black electrical tape. After installing the light bulb, she sat down on the sofa. "Maybe I should rescue my brother. We can do odd jobs here. It's better than living in the mountains anyway."

As she spoke, she "rescued" a small wooden box from under her sofa cushion.

This was once used to store the tarot cards given to her by the nuns, but these things are actually worthless.

Since these tarot cards never told the future, she always had to use that little book to figure out how to lay out the cards.

Exhaling, she put the tarot cards aside.

She held out her hands and looked at the unique hands.

She was very aware of her uniqueness, as if she had extraordinary talents and could cast magic like a wizard.

"You're not like the others, Wanda!"

These words rang in my mind like a bell, making a continuous sound.

Every time she heard this voice in her head, she felt calm and collected yet extremely excited at the same time.

She knew why those people were studying her, because she could sense that they expected to gain something from her...

Just as she was thinking about her superpowers, the phone in the room suddenly rang.

She should have confirmed who was calling before answering the phone, but Wanda answered the call without thinking.

The moment she heard the angry voice coming from the other side, she felt that everything was too late.

"Hey, Anna, you should pay your rent!"

(Anna: a pseudonym used by Wanda)
"I will, but it will take me some time. I'll give you the money."

"Really? Lying is not a good thing, Anna."

"Yes, I swear, I'll get some money soon."

After Wanda hung up the phone, she immediately remembered the sneaky guy she had contacted before.

The other party once told her that her figure and temperament were very suitable for a job he had.

If you need money, you can contact him.

Okay, it's a little unreliable, but you can give it a try now.

So she rummaged through the trash can, found a business card, and called the other party.

"Hello, we have been in touch before. I want your job, but I need some money now."

Wanda went straight to the point.

"I can give it to you when we meet."

"Where? When?"

"The bus stop in Falling River Park, by the Archer Statue."

Wanda thought about it and remembered that there was such a place in a park not far away.

"That's it, see you in an hour."

She quickly extended her thumb and pressed the button to end the call.

After hanging up the phone, Wanda hurried down the mountain from her hotel on the hill.

Although it was raining outside, she didn't realize it.

The rain was not heavy, just a drizzle, as if the saliva of God fell on her hair.

Children in hoodies played on a closed tennis court, leaning against a chain-link fence.

Wanda walked quickly across the tennis court, stepping on the wet ground to her destination.

She tried to keep herself from slipping, which was a hazard posed by the wet asphalt and poor-quality sneakers.

At the bus stop on the corner, Wanda waited to cross the street.

Walking into the drizzle, she soon reached the statue.

There were no parked cars, no one waiting here.

Is that guy late?
A few minutes later she heard shuffling feet behind her.

Someone was moving this way, his shoes stepping on the damaged pages of forgotten print.

She was about to turn around.

Suddenly!

Something heavy hit the back of her head and the whole world fell into a black hole.

For a moment, Wanda blinked and found herself on her hands and knees, a yellowing leaf crawling in front of her like a crab, and a brief, sudden gust of wind blew it away in an instant.

On a newspaper near her, a report titled "Beware! Multiple girls missing locally!" was revealed by the wind.

The newspaper reported detailed details of the girl's disappearance.

"Anne Padrick, 18, was seen being dragged into a black SUV by a man wearing a hoodie. Witnesses said they saw blood on the girl's head."

There is a picture below the published report.

It looked like a cellphone snapshot downloaded from Facebook. The girl had long, straight black hair and a plain face, and she looked drunk.

The other person was holding a plastic cup with a drink in it, either Bud or Coors or some other watered-down light beer.

"Hoohoo!"

A gust of wind came and blew the newspaper away.

After an unknown amount of time, Wanda slowly woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I felt dizzy.

Looking at the unfamiliar factory-like environment around her, Wanda felt like she was on a collapsed bridge or a river swept by a storm.

There were some subtle sounds coming from not far away.

"This girl is pretty good. She should be able to satisfy the hobbies of those big shots."

"The situation has been quite tense recently. Many girls have gone missing. The police are targeting us."

"Calm down. We have people in the police station too. You forgot one thing. This world is a world of power. We provide young girls for those big shots to play with. They don't want anything to go wrong!"

After hearing this, Wanda immediately understood what was going on!

These bastards kidnapped me.

Moreover, these people not only kidnapped themselves, but also kidnapped many girls before.

Her body trembled slightly with anger.

His eyes radiated a red light that was almost overflowing!

"Click! Click!"

At the same time, footsteps suddenly sounded outside and someone was walking towards her.

In her angry sight, a man walked towards her.

The other party was holding an old wooden baton with a leather strap wrapped around his wrist and two metal detectors on the end of the baton.

Sparkling and snapping.

This is an electric cattle prod from the last century.

Although Wanda didn't know what it was, she knew it must be the weapon used by the other party.

As she watched the other person walking towards her, the red energy covering Wanda's body almost condensed into substance.

In the spacious factory building, the bare light bulb above the head suddenly turned into a supernova.

The entire space suddenly became stuffy and suffocating, with a blazing red light, as if the place was completely trapped in a bolt of lightning.

Wanda, filled with powerful pressure, slowly rose from the ground like a descending demon.

next second!
Wanda fell to the floor, her limbs twitching, fingers and toes curling inward.

After shooting Wanda down, the man was about to beat up the girl who had scared him.

Unexpectedly, a voice suddenly sounded behind him, "I don't think you will do that."

"Who?!"

The man holding the electric cattle prod turned his head sharply and saw Peter standing behind him.

This time, Peter did not appear in Spider-Man costume, but appeared here in his true form.

This is not the United States, and there is no need for him to hide his identity.

Wanda, who felt a little uncomfortable from the electric shock, looked up at Peter who suddenly appeared.

Staring at Peter, she always felt that there was a familiar aura about him.

Who is this man?

"Who the hell are you?"

The man stared at Peter with unfriendly eyes, as if he was going to attack him immediately if he gave a wrong answer.

"I'm Peter Parker, but you probably haven't heard of this name."

Peter reached out, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him into the air.

"Hoo!!"

The man, whose throat was pinched and who was making painful noises, swung the electric cattle prod at Peter with all his strength.

Seeing that Peter didn't dodge, Wanda couldn't help but shout, "Be careful!"

However, contrary to Wanda and the man's expectations, Peter was shot but did not react at all.

The electric current rushed through his body, making it impossible for him to even move his eyebrows.

"Crack!"

Under Wanda's shocked gaze, Peter broke the other person's neck.

(End of this chapter)