Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I let the red glow from my Chaos Magic swirl gently around me. The power felt intoxicating — like holding the sun in my palms. But I wasn't here just to play with magic. No, my genius self had bigger ambitions. I had been given a second chance, a front-row seat to the MCU unfolding from the very beginning. And I wasn't going to waste it.
My mind raced, running simulations.
If I intervened subtly here, nudged events there… I could prevent tragedies. I could avoid some of the mistakes the Avengers would inevitably make. And, if I wanted to… I could even take the reins myself. Imagine it: Wanda Maximoff not just reactive, not just a pawn in the chaos — but a player controlling the board.
I smiled at the thought. The possibilities were endless.
But plans weren't everything. Desires mattered too. I was a lesbian, and I'd always had a type. Sharp, dangerous, mysterious… the kind of woman who could handle someone like me. And in this universe, I already knew who that was.
Natasha Romanoff.
I'd read countless fanfiction stories, forums, and… more adult content, cataloging and analyzing every possible dynamic between her and Wanda. The idea of her — sharp-tongued, lethal, elegant, impossibly skilled — had burned a little hole in my brain for years. Now, here I was. Wanda Maximoff in the flesh, fully capable of interacting with her.
I let the thought linger, imagining scenarios. I could see the sly smirk she'd give me. The way her eyes would assess me, dangerous and teasing, like she knew exactly how much trouble I could be — and how much I'd enjoy it.
A shiver ran down my spine. Not fear. Anticipation. Desire.
But I had to be smart. I couldn't just rush in and confess my feelings. That was amateur hour. No, this required precision. Strategy. Subtlety. A plan. And with my intellect, that wasn't a problem.
I leaned back, letting my fingers trace idle patterns in the air, shaping tiny red sparks. Step one: Master my powers fully. Already done.Step two: Understand the world. Hydra, SHIELD, the Avengers' origins — I knew it all.Step three: Observe Natasha carefully. Gauge her personality, her routines, her weaknesses… and opportunities.
And then, maybe… seduce her.
I bit my lip at the thought. My past-life nerdiness had made me a fan of romance between women like us, but now I had the chance to make it real. Not just fantasy anymore. The idea sent a pulse of excitement through me.
I exhaled slowly, letting the Chaos Magic dim for a moment. There was no rush, and yet… time was already moving faster than I'd like. Tony Stark's kidnapping, Hydra stirring, SHIELD operating blindly — all of it would soon collide. And I needed to be ready.
I rose to my feet, looking in the mirror. Red energy danced over my skin as my gaze met my own reflection. Beautiful. Powerful. Dangerous. And now, finally, desired.
"Plan, power, patience… and Natasha," I murmured. "Got it."
I clenched my fists, letting the red glow ignite brightly. Every move I made from this point forward would be calculated, deliberate, and unstoppable. And somewhere in the chaos, somewhere in the storms I was about to unleash… there would be room for her.
Natasha. My prize. My challenge. My desire.
And I was ready to have her.