Chapter 235
"Please don't interfere with official law enforcement."
Luthor's bureaucratic tone made Tyler so furious he could hardly contain himself. The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat like a bone.
No matter how renowned the SWORD Bureau was, it couldn't trample over the authority of the state.
If they left behind a stain of obstructing law enforcement, politicians would seize the chance to stir public opinion, magnifying the issue endlessly until they could take control of the Bureau themselves.
Once it fell into official hands, it would inevitably lose its original purity.
Tyler didn't press further and instead ordered the agents not to intervene.
He firmly believed the Avengers weren't the kind of team to be bullied. Things could easily spiral into an uncontrollable situation.
Soon after, a thunderous roar echoed through the sky.
Transport aircraft shaped like massive shipping containers flew in at high speed.
LexCorp had completely copied Trask Industries' technology.
They didn't even bother modifying the appearance of the transporters—just used them as-is.
Of course, when you already have the tech, why go through the trouble of developing it from scratch?
The bulk of the investment was funneled into the development of Amazo, aiming to enhance product competitiveness.
Luthor's ambition wasn't just to make a fortune by selling Amazo to America's many allies, but to use it to control the military forces of other countries.
At that moment—
The chaotic magical barrier suddenly shrank and began restoring Westview to its original appearance at a pace visible to the naked eye.
The cabin door creaked open. Doctor Strange and Wong stepped out first.
"Wanda's back," Doctor Strange explained.
Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. At least the situation had unfolded smoothly. Now came the challenge of handling the media narrative.
After all, imprisoning an entire town was enough to qualify as endangering public safety.
With solid evidence, she could be sentenced to death.
Of course, actually giving Wanda the death penalty would be crossing a line.
Following them out were Wanda and her brother Pietro, aka Quicksilver.
Wanda looked visibly relieved, while Pietro swept his gaze across the crowd, his eyes burning with rage before locking onto Allen.
"You bastard."
In a flash, Pietro was beside Allen, shouting angrily, "Don't even think about making a move on my sister!"
"You say no and I'm supposed to back off? Where's the dignity in that?"
Allen was never one to back down from a challenge. Staring him down, he declared firmly, "I'm going to be your brother-in-law. That's final."
With that, Allen strode directly toward Wanda.
In a blink, Pietro moved to block him, arms spread. "Stop right there! Don't get near my sister."
The next second, he clutched his groin, legs twisted tightly together as a wave of urgent pressure surged over him like a stampede.
Prostate Incontinence Spell.
It made the urge to pee swell like a wave of emotion.
No matter how fast you were, try running and peeing at the same time.
Now, Allen had the perfect method for dealing with speed-type superheroes—simple and devastating.
Combine Full-Body Gout Spell with Severe Ingrown Toenail Spell, and if anyone dares act up again, they won't even be able to roll on the ground.
"Wanda-wanda dear…"
"What are you trying to pull?"
Seeing Allen walk over with a serious expression for once, his usual manic energy subdued into something steady and composed, Wanda's cheeks involuntarily flushed.
In this universe, there was no Vision—so Wanda never developed that emotional storyline.
For years, she'd been studying abroad, practicing chaos magic, with no romantic experience to speak of. Plus, Allen had helped her in the past, so she didn't feel particularly repulsed by him.
"I want to be your leg accessory."
Just like that, the mood snapped. Allen reverted to his ridiculous self and squatted down to hug her thigh, casting a smug look at the trembling Pietro.
Uh…
A wave of inexplicable disappointment welled up in Wanda's chest. She'd honestly thought he was about to confess.
Considering he'd once saved her life, she'd been mulling over how to gently reject him.
Turns out, she was overthinking it.
"Let go of my sister!" Pietro shouted, desperate—but his legs weren't cooperating. If he relaxed even a little, it would all come flooding out like a dam burst.
"I won't." Allen bared his gums in a devilish grin. "I like living beneath the thighs."
Shameless.
Truth be told, this was the dream of many.
But none could shamelessly trample their dignity like Allen could.
Among all the superheroines, Wanda had long ranked in the top ten for beauty.
"Can you let go of me?" Wanda asked awkwardly.
"No."
Allen replied domineeringly, "My words are final. I said I'd be your accessory, and I meant it. Just pretend I'm not here—go about your business."
As he spoke, Allen pressed his face lovingly against her thigh, eyes closed like a koala clinging to a tree.
Damn it!
Why did it feel like everyone else was suddenly jealous?
Aside from Natasha and Agatha, everyone present secretly wished they could yank Allen off and take his place.
That thigh…
Tsk tsk tsk…
Long, slender, and firm—wrapped in gray yoga pants that looked like they'd pill with one touch. Irresistible.
Honestly, they'd never been this jealous of any man before.
Slurp… Tsk…
Allen, unable to resist, gave it a lick, instantly testing Wanda's patience.
Hugging was one thing, but licking?
"Wanda-wanda dear, there was dust on your pants—I was just helping clean it off. You don't mind, right?" Allen looked up with wide, innocent eyes that blinked expectantly.
"I don't mind," Wanda said out loud.
But inside, she minded very much.
She was already planning to throw the pants away.
No—burn them. Who knew what that maniac might do if he fished them out of the trash?
"Sis, don't let him get away with this. That guy loves pushing boundaries—the more indifferent you act, the more he'll test your limits," Pietro warned, nearly in tears.
He clearly remembered how at Xavier's school, Allen shamelessly wormed his way into Mystique's heart.
Worst part? After stringing her along, he suddenly ghosted her.
According to rumors, Jean Grey's roommate once heard her call out Allen's name in her sleep.
The whole student body had even formed a discussion group, speculating that Allen's mutant power might be irresistible charm.
Still clinging to Wanda's thigh and dutifully cleaning off lint from her yoga pants, Allen perked up at Pietro's words and turned to Agatha for confirmation: "Am I really like that?"
"Mhm." Agatha nodded solemnly.
Thinking back to their days at Kamar-Taj, she couldn't help but feel cursed. How did she end up as his ride?
"Well then…"
Allen smirked shamelessly. "You all really know how to judge character."
As he spoke, he pulled at a loose thread from her pants and began looping it around his fingers.
"Stop tugging—it's unraveling," Wanda sighed, palm on her forehead. These pants were officially ruined.
"Next time, wear stockings. Wine-red and semi-transparent. Don't get me wrong—it's what the readers want to see." Allen still didn't stop fiddling with the thread.
Just then, hundreds of Amazo units swarmed the sky, descending on the scene.
At the same time, Luthor entered Westview alone.
With so many Amazo robots on-site, he was confident he could suppress the Avengers.
As the chaos magic faded, the town's residents returned to their senses and fled in a panic—no one dared linger for even a second.
Outside the town, SWORD Bureau agents were already deployed, organizing an evacuation.
There was no way the Avengers would surrender quietly. A battle was inevitable.