Wanda Maximoff Multiversal Harem Hunter

The Hydra compound was a husk of its former self. Steel walls marred with scorch marks, shattered glass, and the broken bodies of defeated soldiers littered the hallways. Wanda stood in the heart of the destruction, her crimson eyes scanning the dimly lit corridors. The civilians were safe, the resistance retreating into the night, but the battle was far from over.

She felt it—a ripple in the air, a faint pulse that only her telepathic senses could detect. Reinforcements were coming, their minds sharp and disciplined. Wanda's grip tightened on the Chitauri Scepter as a smirk curled her lips.

"They don't know when to quit," she muttered.

"You sense them," Fracture purred in her mind, the symbiote's voice a velvety whisper. "Good. Now show them the price of underestimating you."

Wanda exhaled slowly, her magic simmering at her fingertips. "Let's make this quick. I'm not missing breakfast for these clowns."

The first squad entered the compound like a precision machine, their boots striking the steel floor in perfect unison. Wanda crouched behind a stack of crates, her telepathic senses weaving through their ranks. Their thoughts were like open books—focused, but brittle.

She targeted the lead soldier first, her magic slipping into his mind with ease. *You are suffocating.*

The soldier froze, his rifle clattering to the floor as he clutched at his throat. "I—I can't breathe!" he gasped, stumbling into his comrades. The squad broke formation, their attention divided as chaos rippled through them.

Wanda stepped from the shadows, the scepter crackling with energy in her hand. "Relax," she said, her voice dripping with mockery. "You'll be fine. Or not."

She swung the scepter, the blunt end connecting with the choking soldier's chest. The impact sent him flying into the wall, where he collapsed in a heap. The others turned their weapons on her, but she was already moving. A flick of her wrist, and their vision went dark.

"I can't see!" one of them shouted, his voice rising in panic. Another fired blindly, his bullets ricocheting off the walls.

Wanda twirled the scepter, her smirk widening. "You boys need a better training program."

She lunged forward, the scepter a blur of motion. The sharp tip pierced one soldier's armor, and she spun to crack the blunt end against another's helmet. The corridor filled with the sounds of shouts, gunfire, and the rhythmic thud of bodies hitting the floor.

The second wave came moments later, their movements sharper and more coordinated. Wanda felt the shift immediately. These soldiers were different—more skilled, more prepared. But their thoughts betrayed them. Beneath the surface, fear simmered like a fragile thread waiting to unravel.

"You're all so... serious," Wanda called out, her voice carrying through the corridor. "Is this really how you want to spend your evening?"

The squad leader barked orders, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Take her down!"

Wanda sighed dramatically. "Fine. Let's play."

She reached out with her telepathy, her magic coiling into the leader's mind. *Your teammates are traitors. They've been compromised.*

The leader froze, his gaze snapping to the soldier beside him. "You—what did you do?"

The soldier recoiled, confusion flickering across his face. "What are you talking about?"

The squad dissolved into accusations, their weapons turning on each other. Wanda watched from the shadows, her smirk widening. "Teamwork makes the dream work," she muttered, stepping forward as the squad tore itself apart.

The last soldier standing turned to her, his hands trembling as he raised his weapon. Wanda tilted her head, her eyes glowing faintly. "You're out of your depth, sweetheart."

She extended her free hand, her chaos magic flaring. The soldier's rifle wrenched from his grasp and clattered to the floor. He stumbled back, but Wanda closed the distance in a heartbeat. The scepter's blunt end crashed into his chest, and he crumpled without a sound.

The third wave was larger, a mix of standard soldiers and elite operatives. Wanda exhaled slowly, extending her telepathic senses to encompass the entire group. Their thoughts were sharp and disciplined, but cracks were beginning to show. She could feel their unease, the faint undercurrent of doubt that crept beneath their focus.

Fracture's voice hummed in her mind, calm and steady. "They fear what they do not understand. Amplify that fear. Let it consume them."

Wanda smiled faintly. "Gladly."

She reached into their minds, planting a single, devastating suggestion. *The floor is crumbling beneath you.*

The reaction was immediate. Soldiers staggered, their gazes snapping to the ground as they stumbled over imaginary cracks. "It's collapsing!" one of them shouted, his voice tinged with panic.

Wanda moved through them like a shadow, her scepter swinging with ruthless precision. The blunt end shattered ribs and cracked skulls, while the sharp tip found its mark with deadly accuracy. Chaos magic flared along the weapon's length, amplifying each strike.

One of the elite operatives charged at her, his fists glowing with energy-enhanced gauntlets. Wanda sidestepped gracefully, planting a thought in his mind. *Your arms are too heavy.*

The operative's swing faltered, his arms dropping to his sides as if weighed down by invisible chains. Wanda took advantage, driving the scepter's sharp tip into his shoulder. He fell with a grunt, his gauntlets sparking uselessly.

Another operative lunged at her, his movements fast and calculated. Wanda met him head-on, their weapons clashing in a shower of sparks. She deflected his strike with the scepter's glowing blade, then spun to deliver a crushing blow to his helmet. He crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

By the time the last soldier fell, the corridor was silent, save for the faint hum of the Chitauri Scepter and Wanda's steady breathing. She surveyed the carnage around her, smirking as she nudged a fallen soldier's rifle aside with her boot.

"Well, that was underwhelming," she muttered, twirling the scepter idly. "I was hoping for a challenge. Guess Hydra doesn't do refunds on their super-soldier program."

Fracture's voice echoed in her mind, calm but amused. "You handled them well. Perhaps too well. They may send more."

Wanda grinned, her crimson eyes glinting. "Let them. I'll even roll out the welcome mat."

She stepped over the bodies, heading toward the exit with a swagger in her stride. As she passed the last soldier, she paused, glancing down at his unconscious form. "Next time, bring flowers. Or chocolate. Something to make this interesting."

The faint sound of distant reinforcements stirred in the air, and Wanda glanced back toward the darkened corridor. Her smirk widened as she raised the scepter, its glow casting an eerie red light over the carnage.

"Hydra should know by now," she called out to the empty hall, her voice dripping with mockery. "The only thing I multiply is their body count."

With that, she strode into the shadows, her laughter echoing faintly as the compound fell silent once more.

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