"Wanda!"
"The experiment was successful!?"
Pietro was visibly shocked by the sight.
His own sister had just awakened extraordinary power thanks to Hydra's experiments.
"Not because of the experiments," Wanda said quietly.
"I feel... that this is my innate power."
"Pietro, when that soldier knocked you to the ground, when they tried to kill you…"
"I panicked, I was terrified…"
She recalled the moment when everything changed. In a state of emotional breakdown, something inside her snapped. Chains she didn't even know she wore broke.
"Crimson power..."
Looking at the red energy in her palm, Aron paused for a moment.
That was the reason he had saved them. Maybe not out of pure kindness, but certainly not out of malice.
He had never considered himself a hero. He was selfish, but not heartless.
"You can stay with me," he said.
"I'll teach you how to use that power."
Wanda only nodded quietly at that.
After that, Aron turned to Pietro.
"As for you, Pietro…"
"There's a powerful force within you that hasn't awakened yet."
"I suggest you go with the others to Kamar-Taj."
"When you're ready, you can return to me."
"Alright," Pietro answered seriously.
Seeing his sister find her power, he too wanted to do the same. He didn't intend to stay in her shadow.
...
Soon after, the children led by Pietro were sent to Kamar-Taj through a portal Aron opened.
Although the Ancient One initially grumbled about "changing time streams and the future," she still accepted them.
After a series of tests, it was confirmed that the children had real magical abilities.
One of them, an eight-year-old girl named Jenny, possessed enormous potential, almost at the level of the Sorcerer Supreme.
"Are you sure you don't want her to stay as well?"
The Ancient One looked at Wanda, who was following a few steps behind her.
The Ancient One said to Aron:
"That power in her... it's too dangerous."
"Especially because you've changed their future, making it unpredictable and more dangerous."
The Ancient One's face was serious.
Aron's butterfly wings had flapped too strongly.
The future had become blurred, even with the Time Stone, it was no longer easy for the Ancient One to interpret these time streams.
"Just because you don't understand something doesn't mean it's immediately a threat."
"Maybe that changed future... maybe it will be better?"
Aron didn't agree with her stance.
He hated those lofty talks about fate and visions.
Gazing into the future at every step with the Time Stone? If you can see the future, is it even the future anymore?
...
He said goodbye to the Ancient One.
Aron brought Wanda back to the temple in New York.
When he had left, the place had been full, and now only the two of them remained.
Separated from her brother and friends, Wanda was downcast, worried.
She looked around, then cautiously asked:
"Mr. Aron... where will I live?"
Unlike Kamar-Taj, the temple in New York was not a place for beginners.
The guardians residing there mostly engaged in daily practices and training.
Therefore, the temple had no accommodation for students.
"We can't stay here."
Finishing the sentence, Aron took Wanda and through a portal brought her back to the house in Queens.
Elektra, who had just finished cleaning, sat in the corner polishing her weapons.
"You've got a visitor."
When she saw Aron, she casually threw out the comment.
"Who?"
"Don't know. One-eyed guy."
Hearing that, Aron immediately changed his expression.
Nick Fury… again? Is there no limit?
"Wanda, the room on the left upstairs is yours."
He settled Wanda in the room next to his, then with a gloomy face headed for the door.
If you have the nerve to knock on my door…
Boom!
Aron opened the door.
On the doorstep stood an old man with a cane, gray beard, and he wasn't Nick Fury. He was white. He wasn't bald.
"Hello. My name is Odin. I believe you know why I'm here."
The old man immediately revealed his identity.
...
Aron paused.
He expected Nick, and got something even worse.
"Because of Hela, I suppose."
Aron let Odin enter.
"In my youth, I made many mistakes..."
Odin leaned on his cane.
He walked slowly, like someone carrying the burden of centuries, and began telling his story.
"I'm not interested in family drama."
Aron interrupted him without a shred of tact.
He wanted to know why Odin had come.
...
Odin paused briefly, then sat in the living room.
"Lately, I've felt a familiar aura in Midgard."
"I asked the Ancient One, she said maybe you had something to do with it."
"Goddess of death. Hela."
"My eldest daughter."
"Because of... complicated things, I sealed her in another world, imprisoned her."
"But you... You did something. I don't know how, but you almost set her free."
Odin's tone was quiet, but firm.
As king of the gods of Asgard, Odin was incredibly powerful.
Even now, in his old age, his strength was dangerous.
As one of the ancient beings, he couldn't simply be "banished" like an ordinary demon.
But Aron was not impressed.
He wore his hood and remained completely calm.
"So you came to accuse me?"
"Of course not." Odin shook his head.
At that moment—boom!
The sound of something heavy crashing in front of the door.
The doorbell rang again.
"???"
"Is there some holiday today?"
Aron sighed and went again to open the door.