Wanda Maximoff Multiversal Harem Hunter

The silence in the Hydra bunker was oppressive, broken only by the faint hum of machinery. Wanda's crimson eyes scanned the dimly lit corridor as she and Eska moved with measured precision. The air was thick with tension, yet a smirk tugged at Wanda's lips.

"This place smells like old gym socks and broken dreams," Wanda muttered under her breath.

Eska shot her a sideways glance, one eyebrow raised. "Maximoff, do you always talk this much during stealth missions?"

"Only when I'm trying to keep myself entertained," Wanda quipped, her fingers tightening around the Chitauri Scepter. "You don't seem like the storytelling type, and Fracture isn't exactly a conversationalist."

***I resent that. The symbiote's voice echoed in her mind, dripping with mock indignation. I can be endlessly charming when I want to be.**

"Oh, I stand corrected," Wanda muttered aloud. "Endlessly charming."

Eska froze mid-step, casting a sharp glare over her shoulder. "Are you talking to yourself again, or do I need to start worrying about mind control?"

"Relax," Wanda said, waving a hand. "Just an internal monologue. It's totally normal for people with alien parasites."

"Not helping your case," Eska replied dryly, gesturing for Wanda to follow. "Let's focus on not getting shot, okay?"

The pair reached the first checkpoint: a narrow hallway lined with steel doors and flickering overhead lights. Wanda closed her eyes, letting her telepathic senses unfurl like a net. She could feel them—the Hydra guards stationed just ahead, their thoughts sharp and disciplined.

"Three guards," Wanda whispered. "Two standing at the far end, one pacing."

Eska nodded, crouching low as she adjusted her grip on her pistol. "I'll take the pacer. Can you handle the rest?"

Wanda smirked, raising the scepter. "Please. Do you even have to ask?"

Eska rolled her eyes. "Just don't blow up the whole bunker."

Wanda stepped forward, her crimson magic crackling to life at her fingertips. The pacing guard turned, his eyes widening in alarm just before chaos magic coiled around his legs like a snake. He toppled with a loud thud, his weapon clattering to the ground.

The other two guards raised their rifles, but Wanda was faster. A flick of her wrist sent their guns flying, the metal warping as her magic rendered them useless. She strode forward with a predator's grace, the scepter glowing ominously in her hand.

"Boo," she said, her voice low and teasing.

One of the guards fainted on the spot. The other scrambled to activate his comms, only to find his hand pinned to the wall by a tendril of crimson energy.

"I wouldn't," Wanda said, leaning in close. "But hey, maybe that's just me being polite."

The guard's face turned an impressive shade of white as Eska finished off the pacer with a well-placed blow to the head. She glanced at Wanda with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

"Was that really necessary?" Eska asked.

Wanda shrugged. "I like to leave an impression."

Deeper into the bunker, the tension only grew. The corridors twisted and turned, each corner revealing more Hydra insignias and unsettling remnants of their experiments. Wanda couldn't help but feel the familiar itch of unease.

***Something is wrong here, Fracture murmured, her voice unusually serious. These defenses are too… shallow.**

"You're not wrong," Wanda replied under her breath. "This feels like a setup."

Eska glanced back. "Talking to your imaginary friend again?"

"She's not imaginary," Wanda shot back. "She's just... judgmental."

"You really need to work on your social skills."

Before Wanda could respond, the pair reached a massive steel door, its surface marred by scratches and burn marks. Eska knelt to inspect the control panel, her brow furrowing.

"This is it," she said. "The central control room. If the intel's right, this is where they're coordinating their attacks."

Wanda's magic flared instinctively, her senses probing the area. "There's someone inside. Two minds, maybe three. One of them feels… jittery."

"Jittery?" Eska echoed, pulling a small device from her belt. "What does that even mean?"

"It means he's probably not having a good day," Wanda replied, her smirk returning. "Shall we make it worse?"

Eska planted the device on the control panel, its tiny lights blinking rapidly as it bypassed the lock. The door slid open with a hiss, revealing a small group of Hydra operatives clustered around a bank of monitors.

"Showtime," Wanda said, stepping inside.

The room erupted into chaos. Hydra soldiers scrambled for weapons as Wanda's magic filled the air with crimson light. Eska moved like a shadow, her pistol snapping off precise shots that sent the operatives diving for cover.

"Who are you people?!" one of them shouted, his voice cracking.

Wanda tilted her head, her smile widening. "Your worst nightmare. But you can call me Wanda."

She raised the scepter, a wave of magic slamming into the monitors and sending sparks flying. The remaining soldiers hesitated, their confidence crumbling as Wanda and Eska closed in.

"Wait!" one of them cried, throwing his hands up. "I surrender! Don't kill me!"

Eska narrowed her eyes, keeping her weapon trained on him. "Convenient timing. What's your name?"

"L-Lars," the man stammered. "I'm just a technician! I don't even like Hydra! I only joined because they offered dental!"

Wanda raised an eyebrow. "Dental?"

"Do you know how hard it is to get a good plan in Sokovia?!" Lars babbled, his hands trembling. "They were very persuasive!"

Eska groaned. "Great. We've got a comedian."

Wanda stepped forward, her expression softening just enough to seem disarming. "Lars, right? You're going to tell us everything about this bunker. Or else."

"Or else what?" Lars asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Wanda leaned in, her eyes glowing faintly. "Or else you'll find out what happens when I'm in a bad mood."

As Lars spilled his guts about the bunker's layout and defenses, Wanda and Eska exchanged a series of knowing glances. The technician's information was helpful—too helpful. Wanda's mind raced as she pieced together the puzzle.

**?He's lying, Fracture said, her tone cold and certain. He's not just a technician. He's hiding something.**

Wanda's gaze sharpened, her instincts screaming in agreement. But before she could act, Eska stepped forward, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"You've been very cooperative, Lars," she said. "But there's just one problem."

"W-What's that?" Lars stammered.

"You're terrible at lying."

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