"I know what you're thinking," Natasha Romanoff said as she placed a carton of eggs into the shopping cart. Next to them were the breakfast cereal, milk, and bacon wraps Wanda had picked out. Compared to the high-end ingredients delivered straight to her penthouse, Wanda preferred these more down-to-earth items. With Natasha's help, the young witch was gradually becoming more familiar with life in New York and was now preparing for afternoon tea and breakfast the next morning. The sorcerer didn't know which shampoo suited what kind of hair, or which cosmetics and skincare products were best for Wanda, let alone how a girl should apply makeup. These were all things Natasha had to teach her—she was the perfect person for the job.
"You're thinking, 'Should I accept his way of doing things? If I don't, will he start to hate me?'" Wanda pretended to examine the gummy candies on the shelf, but Natasha knew she was listening—her ears were already red. Clearly, having her inner thoughts exposed was making her incredibly shy. Compared to interrogation targets she'd faced before, Wanda had zero experience masking her emotions. Ever since Jiaying had been captured, Wanda's mood had been dark. Natasha, taking her role as interrogator seriously, used the opportunity to grow closer to her.
"Wanda, you don't need to be so scared," Natasha said with a smile as she moved closer to the witch. "I mean, if you can get online, you'll find an entire internet full of articles about how women don't need to submit to men. Just do what they say. Solomon doesn't want to raise a puppet, anyway."
"How do you know what I'm thinking?"
"I'm S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best spy. I don't need magic to read minds. I can tell from your face." Natasha winked and took the gummy candy from Wanda's hand. "Sweetheart, you don't need supplements like this. Your skin's perfect—you don't need much right now. Yeah, he's charming, but you know he's married, right? He never wears a ring, but he's said it himself—since the day I met him. So if you've got something else on your mind, you're only going to get hurt."
Wanda's face turned pale.
At the same time, a terrible emotion festered inside her like mosquito larvae in stagnant, filthy water. The dark whispers returned. Her fingers turned cold, pain arcing from her temple to the back of her head like a surge of electricity. Her jaw clenched involuntarily. Calm down, calm down—Wanda focused on her breathing, trying to suppress the force that was scrambling her thoughts. It was one of Solomon's techniques for maintaining focus during spellcasting—to avoid magical backlash. If she let her emotions spiral out of control, she'd end up no better than those rural prophets who fried their brains trying to wield magic.
"Who is she? Can I know who it is?"
"A witch. I've seen her a few times," Natasha recalled the terrifying mission involving Bayonetta, the demonic woman whose presence had summoned a colossal female demon on the horizon—enough to induce fear of giants in anyone. Wanda's shift in expression didn't escape Natasha's eye. She gave the witch's hand an encouraging squeeze. "Honestly, our first meeting wasn't pleasant. Just the aftermath of their battle alone destroyed one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s airborne command transports," she said. "Even their enemies—those massive demons—weren't something humans could fight."
"Is she pretty?" Wanda wasn't concerned with the rest.
"Much as I hate to admit it… yes. Men, women, it doesn't matter—anyone would be drawn to her. Just like Solomon, she's an incredibly seductive mage." Natasha sighed. "Apparently, mages like them can live a long, long time—and still stay young. But I'm still not sure which one is actually Solomon's wife. The one with white hair? Or the one with black?"
"Well, I'm just some country girl…" As a stock clerk in a blue supermarket jacket passed slowly behind the shelves, both Natasha and Wanda instinctively paused their conversation. Once he had moved on, Wanda turned back to Natasha with a whispered question. "Wait—two witches? You mean… he has two wives?"
"That's a serious accusation, so I'd say just one. But both witches were quite close to him. Dammit, I shouldn't have told you that! Don't do anything foolish. Solomon's emotions… are hard for people like us to understand. Don't put yourself through this…" Wanda ignored the warning. She dropped the VITAFUSION women's gummy vitamins back into the cart. A new kind of excitement surged in her chest, shoving the whispers from her mind.
She lifted her chin proudly: I'm a witch too! I'll live for many years! I'll have a family! I'll fulfill my own dreams!
Seeing that she couldn't stop her, Natasha sighed again.
"You really want my advice?"
"Of course!"
"You don't know what kind of trouble you've gotten into, Wanda. Being with Solomon means standing against the entire world—and dying with his ambition. You have no idea how many people want him dead. For your safety, he's already assigned agents to tail you when you go out. They can quietly eliminate almost anyone who might interfere with your life—and they already have. If you can live with that kind of life… then fine, seduce him, sleep with him, but whatever you do, don't fall in love with him." Agent Romanoff's expression turned serious. "I don't know if you can control yourself, but you need to know—Solomon has little left in him for personal feelings. What remains is just kindling for his ideals. Get too close, and you'll burn. You hesitate even to kill—how can you stay by his side? And I told you already, you don't have to change your principles."
Wanda stared at her, skeptical. Left with no choice, Natasha lowered her voice again.
"Just sleep with him. I'm sure he'll give you a hell of an experience. If I'd met him a few years later—when he wasn't still underage—I'd have done it myself. Black eyes, soft long black curls… Oh boy! You can't imagine how adorable he was back then!"
"Do you have pictures?" Wanda's eyes sparkled.
"Of course. I saved them in secret." Natasha smirked and pulled out her phone.
"Why is he wearing such a traditional wizard outfit… with a pointy hat?"
"That was at the Salem Witch Festival. He dressed like that to blend in."
"What about this one? Why are you wearing a swimsuit?"
"That's the yacht he bought—a three-deck cruiser. Sometimes he invites me to sunbathe. The yacht follows the summer and perfect weather, and it's girls-only on board—no men allowed. We could go sometime. The bar is amazing, but first, you'll need a swimsuit. Let's pick one now—no online shopping, Wanda. Don't get tortured by New York's postal system. By the time summer's over, your swimsuit will still be in transit. Let's go to the department store and choose one in person. We'll have the agents—those artificial girls from the Sisterhood, the two witches, and their friends—send the groceries home for us. If you don't mind, you can talk to them. They're actually quite friendly."
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