Wanda Maximoff Multiversal Harem Hunter

The air grew colder as Wanda Maximoff and Eska Vryn descended deeper into the Hydra bunker. The oppressive steel walls seemed to press closer with every step, amplifying the faint hum of machinery that reverberated through the structure. Wanda gripped the Chitauri Scepter tightly, her crimson eyes flickering in the dim light.

"This place feels wrong," Wanda muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eska glanced over her shoulder, her sharp blue eyes narrowing. "You get used to it. Hydra's always been fond of creepy basements."

"That's... not exactly reassuring," Wanda quipped, though her tension was clear.

The two moved cautiously, their footsteps muffled against the cold steel floor. Wanda extended her telepathic senses, brushing against the fragmented minds scattered throughout the bunker. Fear, anger, and a strange sense of purpose clung to the thoughts she touched, like ink bleeding through water.

"Something's up ahead," Wanda said, stopping abruptly. She closed her eyes, focusing on the faint whispers echoing in her mind. "I can feel them. Soldiers. Maybe a dozen."

"Wonderful," Eska muttered, tightening her grip on her pistol. "What's the plan?"

Wanda's lips curved into a faint smirk. "We improvise."

They pressed on, the corridor opening into a cavernous room that reeked of antiseptic and old metal. Banks of monitors flickered along the walls, displaying charts, blueprints, and indecipherable data. At the center of the room stood rows of glass tubes, their green liquid casting an eerie glow.

Wanda's breath caught as she approached the nearest tube. Inside floated a lifeless figure, its body marred with scars and grotesque mutations. Limbs that ended in jagged stumps, a spine twisted unnaturally—evidence of unspeakable experimentation.

"Are those...?" Eska's voice faltered.

"Mutants," Wanda confirmed grimly. Her grip on the scepter tightened as chaos magic crackled faintly at her fingertips. "Or what's left of them."

Eska's jaw clenched as she scanned the room. "They're not just experimenting. Look at this." She gestured to a console displaying a series of genetic sequences overlaid on a humanoid figure. "They're using their DNA."

"For what?" Wanda asked, though dread churned in her stomach.

"To make something... stronger." Eska's fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up more files. "They're synthesizing a new super-soldier serum."

Wanda's heart sank as fragmented data flickered across the screen. Diagrams of muscle tissue enhanced with mutant DNA, schematics for energy-based weapons, and notes on "project scalability" scrolled past in chilling detail.

"This is bigger than Sokovia," Wanda murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and horror. "Hydra's not just playing with lives—they're laying the groundwork for something global."

Eska frowned, her fingers pausing over the keyboard. "You think this ties into their larger plans?"

Wanda hesitated, her thoughts racing. The designs for airborne carriers and precision targeting systems felt hauntingly familiar. She couldn't place it, but something about them scratched at the edges of her memory, as if a puzzle piece were waiting to click into place.

"Maybe," she said, her voice tight. "Or maybe they're just arrogant enough to think they can take on the world."

Before Eska could respond, a sharp alarm blared through the room, bathing everything in red light. Wanda tensed as the emergency lights flickered, casting their shadows against the walls.

"Well, there goes subtlety," Eska muttered, raising her pistol.

The sound of boots echoed down the corridor, growing louder with each passing second. Wanda extended her senses again, catching the disciplined thoughts of an incoming squad. These weren't standard Hydra grunts—they were trained, focused, and heavily armed.

"They're sending elites," Wanda said, her tone grim. "Get ready."

The first wave burst into the room with mechanical precision, their sleek black armor glinting in the crimson light. Their weapons hummed with an eerie blue glow, aimed directly at Wanda and Eska.

Wanda didn't hesitate. With a flick of her wrist, a wave of chaos magic surged from her hand, slamming into the front line and scattering them like rag dolls. Eska darted to the side, her movements sharp and precise as she fired at the remaining soldiers.

"Keep them off me!" Eska shouted, reloading with practiced efficiency.

Wanda nodded, her focus narrowing. Her chaos magic flared as she deflected a barrage of energy blasts, each one exploding harmlessly against her shimmering barrier. A soldier lunged at her with a crackling baton, but she sidestepped gracefully, driving the scepter's blunt end into his chest.

The symbiote stirred within her, its voice smooth and insistent. You are holding back. Let me guide you.

"I've got this," Wanda muttered, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

But the soldiers kept coming, their movements synchronized and relentless. Wanda pushed harder, her magic surging in crimson waves that carved through the enemy ranks. The symbiote coiled around her wrist like a living shield, its tendrils deflecting blows and amplifying her strikes.

Eska ducked behind a console, taking down a soldier with a well-placed shot. "These guys aren't like the last ones," she called out. "Hydra's pulling out the big guns."

"Then we pull harder," Wanda retorted, slamming the scepter into the ground. A shockwave of energy erupted, sending the remaining soldiers flying into the walls.

The room fell silent save for the hum of the emergency lights. Wanda stood at the center, her chest heaving as the crimson glow of her magic slowly dimmed.

"We need to move," Eska said, holstering her pistol. "If that was the first wave, the second won't give us time to breathe."

Wanda nodded, her grip on the scepter tightening. "Let's find the prisoners. And stop this nightmare."

They pressed deeper into the bunker, the air growing colder with each step. The corridors twisted and turned, lined with more Hydra insignias and grotesque remnants of their experiments. Wanda's telepathic senses prickled with unease, picking up faint whispers of fear and desperation.

"Do you hear that?" Wanda asked, her voice low.

Eska frowned. "Hear what?"

"Voices," Wanda said, her gaze narrowing. "From further ahead. They're scared."

As they approached a reinforced door, the whispers grew louder, more frantic. Wanda extended her magic into the mechanism, unraveling its lock with delicate precision. The door hissed open, revealing rows of cells illuminated by dim, flickering lights.

Inside were the prisoners—civilians, mutants, and resistance fighters—all huddled together, their faces pale and gaunt. Some bore the marks of Hydra's experiments, their bodies scarred and broken.

"Oh my God," Eska whispered, her voice trembling with rage.

Wanda stepped inside, her eyes scanning the terrified faces. "We're getting you out of here," she said, her voice firm.

As they began freeing the prisoners, one of them—a young mutant with faintly glowing eyes—grabbed Wanda's arm. "You don't understand," he said, his voice shaking. "This place... it's not just a prison. They're making something."

"We know," Wanda replied gently. "They're creating a new serum."

The mutant shook his head violently. "It's more than that. They've already injected someone. A leader. A... king."

Wanda's blood ran cold. She exchanged a tense glance with Eska, who clenched her fists tightly.

"Then we need to move faster," Eska said, her tone hard. "If this is true, we're out of time."

As the prisoners filed out, the faint hum of machinery grew louder. Wanda turned toward the source, her senses tingling with foreboding.

"This isn't over," she murmured, her crimson eyes glowing faintly.

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