Jack had just opened the door a crack when it was violently flung open by an immense force, slamming against the wall with a loud clang.
Immediately afterward, a powerful force shoved Jack into the room, but despite it, he managed to steady himself.
He swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath where he stood.
When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was incredibly resolute.
Turn around. Run.
If I don't run now, I'm an idiot. Wanda is clearly at peak rage right now. I should flee to the Middle East, take refuge there, and maybe rescue Tony Stark while I'm at it.
Once Wanda cools down, I can come back. Then she'll only have a small handle on me. If I go in now, she'll grab that handle and tear me apart.
Jack was extremely fast—his instantaneous burst of speed was enough to flip a small car.
But Chaos Magic was not something speed could deal with. The chaotic energy around the house instantly converged on him, binding him tightly.
Jack felt his feet lift off the ground and suddenly recalled the scene of the Scarlet Witch tearing Thanos apart.
This was the Avengers version, not some other movie. Don't get it wrong.
Right now, Jack felt exactly like Thanos—suspended mid-air by Wanda, utterly powerless.
His body was dragged into the room, followed by agonized screams.
The enraged Wanda held a red glass bottle labeled "Safflower" and mercilessly applied a lethal dose of safflower oil to Jack.
[FLAG: "safflower oil" may be a mistranslation]
Jack also saw Natasha Romanoff inside the room, restrained by crimson energy tendrils, enduring the same fiery, burning torment.
Jack met Natasha's gaze, and the two communicated silently.
Natasha: (ಥmouthಥ✽) You bastard, what did you do to Wanda? Why is she this angry?!
Jack: (´◔ ₃ ◔`) I… I don't know. I swear I didn't do anything!
Jack denied it fiercely. If Natasha turned against him too, he'd be attacked from both sides.
…Although, being attacked from both sides by these two didn't sound that bad. Might even be comfortable.
"Dear, do you really love her more?" Wanda asked softly. "Even now, you're still flirting with your eyes."
She smiled wickedly and stroked Jack's neck.
Jack wanted to speak, but his voice was completely sealed.
"Since you like her so much, I'll step aside," Wanda said sweetly. "You two can enjoy yourselves in the room."
Jack and Natasha stared at her in shock.
Their eyes screamed: Right now? Like this? Natasha will die!
Natasha realized the danger and struggled desperately.
It was useless.
The two were left inside as Wanda floated out. Chaos Magic activated according to her will, manipulating them directly.
Later, when Natasha tried to recall what happened, she couldn't remember that minute at all. Yet every time she thought about it, her body shuddered instinctively.
Jack only knew one thing—the burning from that bottle of safflower oil was hotter than the Sun.
The next morning, Jack groggily tried to get up, glanced down, saw Wanda eating, and immediately closed his eyes again, silently pulling the blanket over himself and pretending to be a lifeless toy.
If Aunt May hadn't come knocking, Wanda might have kept him as a mute souvenir forever.
Hearing Aunt May and Wanda talking downstairs, Jack forced himself up, covered Wanda's food, and staggered down.
"Aunt May, let's go see the new store. I'll show you the route."
Jack grabbed Aunt May's arm and dragged her toward the garage.
Seeing this, Wanda followed. Even if she wasn't finished eating, she wouldn't let anyone steal her food.
Catching Wanda's meaningful gaze, Jack went upstairs and dragged Natasha down as well.
Facing Wanda together made Jack feel slightly less guilty.
Aunt May was pushed into the driver's seat. Jack sat in the passenger seat. Wanda sat in the back, with Natasha sprawled across her lap.
"Aunt May, go to Stark Tower. The store is nearby. I need to sleep."
Aunt May drove cautiously.
"You should buckle up," she reminded him.
Neither Aunt May nor Natasha noticed the subtle change in Wanda's expression at the words Stark Tower.
Jack lowered his seat, rested his head on Wanda's lap, and gently held her hand.
He couldn't explain her feud with Tony Stark yet—it would be troublesome.
Her hand was soft. Jack quite enjoyed it.
Wanda's mood visibly improved, her anger easing.
Because of traffic and Aunt May's cautious driving, it took forty minutes to reach Stark Tower.
After getting out and seeing the tower's logo—reminding her of the missile from her childhood—Wanda's breathing quickened.
Jack hugged her from behind and turned her around.
"The shop's over here. As the Boss Ladies, you should help decide the decoration."
Aunt May listened with a stunned expression.
Boss Ladies? Plural? These kids are wild…
Inside the empty shop, Jack explained his plans.
"This will be a commission agency."
"Rescue missions, escorts, bounty hunting, security."
"Aunt May, this will be your front desk."
"There's a bedroom and lounge in the back."
Natasha finally spoke up.
"Dear, everything sounds great—but who would hire an unknown agency like this?"
Jack snapped his fingers.
"That's why I need a reputation."
Wanda asked, "How?"
Jack pointed at Stark Tower.
"By rescuing the kidnapped Tony Stark, of course."
They turned to the giant screen.
Aunt May: "A 100 million dollar bounty?"
Wanda: "Only ten million for clues? Typical arms dealer."
Natasha frowned, thinking of the phone Wanda had crushed last night.
Seems the whole world was lively last night.
Back in the car, Aunt May asked, "Jack, are you really going to Afghanistan?"
"Of course. Tony Stark is our gold standard."
"But it's dangerous—"
"I have a team."
Jack drove fast, cutting forty minutes down to twenty.
Later, Jack said proudly:
"I had a car full of protagonists. Even if Thanos stood in front of me, he'd just be a purple potato blocking the road."
After dinner, they returned home.
Seeing the cracked door, Jack shivered.
Natasha glared at him. Do you know how I swallowed that safflower oil sausage last night? I passed out in one minute.
Jack tiptoed behind them, hoping to be forgotten.
Wanda returned to her room.
Natasha immediately grabbed Jack's ear and dragged him to the sofa.
"Talk. What did you do? What is that red bottle?"
With his ear—and dignity—captured, Jack told the truth.
Natasha sighed heavily.
"I need to take Wanda to S.H.I.E.L.D. for an examination."
Jack stared at her. "Why not dissect me too? I'm not normal either."
Natasha recalled being unable to break free from him.
"Why are you so strong?" she asked softly.
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so strong?"
"I was enhanced with drugs," Natasha answered honestly. "What about you?"
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