Solomon in Marvel

"You look terrible, Solomon. Barely better than a pile of crap," Lorna leaned in and gave him a sniff, frowning in confusion.

Even though he had already showered and changed into his Sanctified Shroud robes, Solomon disliked strong incense, so the only scent on his robes was laundry detergent. After all, he had washed them in a machine instead of sending them to Kamar-Taj's dry-cleaning service in the mundane world.

Fortunately, the quality of the Sanctified Shroud was excellent—it didn't fade at all.

"Rosemary… Did your girlfriend cling to you again?" Lorna shot him a look of disdain. "Is she really that needy? Or did you forget the promise you made me today? I don't know why Minerva would ever approve of you dating that witch. Or is it just because she has magic?"

"I didn't forget," Solomon quickly changed the subject and redirected the attention back to her. "We're visiting your family today. You cannot dress like that."

Lorna glanced down at her oversized leather jacket and jeans, then pointed at the baseball cap on her head.

The look on her face grew annoyed when she saw his disapproval—like she was considering jumping on his back and biting him.

"At least zip up your jacket," Solomon rolled his eyes. "I've never seen someone wear a leather jacket over just a sports bra. And don't forget, it's cold outside. Even if I've cast a warming spell on you, showing off your stomach will still get you sick."

"I just finished working out, dumbass."

Despite her words, Lorna obediently zipped up her jacket to avoid catching a cold. Athena had recently told her that she was grown up now and could no longer dress carelessly.

At the very least, she couldn't run around in just a loose tank top anymore—that was Athena's direct quote.

"You said I have a little brother and sister?" Lorna shoved her hands into her pockets and buried her chin into the collar of her black jacket.

A gun rested in one of those pockets. Ever since Athena permitted her to carry a firearm, Lorna had rarely been without one.

Her expression turned awkward.

"You know I don't care much about blood relations. You and Minerva are my family. Do I really need to meet those two?"

"It's up to you," Solomon said nonchalantly. "Meeting them is just a side objective. You've been pestering me for years about stabilizing your abilities, so I want to see if this method works for you. It just so happens that your siblings from the multiverse are there as well."

"…Should we bring them gifts?" Lorna muttered. "You think they'll call me big sis?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, Lorna. They're probably older than you."

In the multiverse, she was their older sister, but in this universe, she was the younger one.

Solomon had reviewed part of Baron Strucker's experiment records. Though they weren't detailed, they at least listed the subjects' ages and genders. Strucker had submitted those records to the other Hydra heads as proof of his capabilities—proof that leaving Loki's scepter in his hands was the right choice.

Strucker definitely hadn't expected those documents to attract another shark.

"Then can I visit another universe where I am their big sister?"

Lorna scuffed her shoe against the floor, clearly uninterested in meeting her multiversal siblings.

"…And will my powers be stronger than theirs?"

"Doubtful."

Solomon grabbed her wrist before she could slip away.

"Let's go. We're on a tight schedule."

———

Wanda Maximoff never expected that someone would just walk into her cell.

And not just someone—two people.

"So she's my 'little sister'?" Lorna's tone emphasized certain words mockingly. "She doesn't look that special. She has red hair, I have green hair—clearly, she's not my sister."

"Who are you—?"

Wanda's question went unanswered.

The man in the red robes advanced toward her.

The icy draft from the portal made the thinly dressed Wanda shiver, but before she could react, Solomon casually closed the portal and placed a steaming, fragrant object in front of her.

Wanda curled up on her cot as the green-haired girl swaggered over and plopped down beside her, forcing the red-haired girl to scoot further away.

"What is this? Who are you?"

"This is a Chicago Italian beef wrap—a sacred food," Solomon declared. "Today is the Holy Wrap Communion of the Wrap Church. The wrap wants you to eat it."

Solomon sat on the other side of the bed, sandwiching Wanda between himself and Lorna.

The once-lonely prison cell suddenly felt crowded, making Wanda dizzy with disorientation. By the time she snapped out of it, she was already holding the wrap and eating.

So were the two strangers sitting beside her.

They really seemed to have just come here for a meal.

Outside the transparent cell walls, Hydra guards walked past, but none of them even glanced inside.

Even the surveillance operator monitoring the security cameras ignored the anomaly.

The moment Solomon had stepped foot in the base, his magic had already begun warping the minds of everyone inside.

"I'm your big sister," Lorna announced proudly, having finished her food first.

"Even though I'm younger than you in this universe, in another universe, I'm your big sister. So you have to call me sis!"

"I don't have a sister! Or a brother! I only have Pietro!"

Wanda stopped mid-bite.

When she tried to activate her powers, she was shocked to find them suppressed.

The energy in her hands flickered like a faulty lightbulb.

Even worse—when she attempted to read their thoughts, her abilities were somehow blocked.

Dismantling a half-formed spell was child's play for Solomon. He didn't even need to use Dispel Magic to erase Wanda's abilities.

"What do you want from me?"

"A family picnic."

Solomon smirked.

"This may not be the ideal picnic spot, but at least you won't get hit by a random truck or a horse-riding barbarian. There are no chattering scout troops passing by, no alligators, and no pesky insects. In this entire base, this is the best picnic location."

His nonsensical response momentarily distracted Wanda, allowing her to relax just a little.

Only then did he begin telling her partial truths.

"In this universe, you and Lorna come from different families. But across the multiverse, she is your relative. You share a common genome—your powers originate from the same source.

"The Celestials' blessing runs through your veins."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Wanda was still lost.

She had no idea who these two intruders were—or what they wanted.

Solomon and Lorna didn't bother explaining.

They were only here to say hello.

But Solomon had another purpose.

He was analyzing Wanda's abilities.

He wanted to understand the exact nature of the magic embedded within her—the creation of the Great Shadow.

Kamar-Taj had already marked her as a high-priority individual of interest. Solomon had simply volunteered for the mission.

He had theories.

The Great Shadow's magic, blended with Wanda's innate abilities, had likely evolved into something even more esoteric.

A type of magic that originated from the sorcerer's own existence—

A magic that required no incantations, no gestures—only pure mental will.

A magic known as Psionic Magic—

A discipline that used emotions as fuel.

Solomon's observations so far?

Wanda was a mediocre hypnotist, a half-baked telepath, a novice psionicist, and a contract-bound warlock who hadn't even realized she owed Chthon a debt.

A debt that could never be repaid.

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