Chapter 5
Doctor Strange led you into a side room within the Tower, the quiet hum of ancient magic thick in the air. There, resting on a pedestal, was the Siege Perilous—an artifact pulsing with raw power, its surface glowing faintly with runes that shifted and twisted as if alive.
"This," Strange began, his voice calm but firm, "is the Siege Perilous. A stone of immense power, capable of teleporting people across dimensions. Usually reserved for those without magic."
You stepped closer, your gaze fixed on the shimmering stone. "So, you brought this here for me?"
Strange crossed his arms. "I brought it because if you're going to keep shifting between worlds, I'd rather you not rip holes in the multiverse every time you do it."
You chuckled softly, reaching out to touch the stone. The moment your fingers brushed its surface, it crackled with energy, sparks of blue and white light dancing across your skin. The runes flared brighter, resonating with your magic in a way that made Strange's eyes narrow with suspicion.
The door behind you creaked open, and Steve Rogers stepped in, his hair still damp from his morning run. He paused, taking in the scene—Strange watching you like a hawk, the artifact glowing beneath your touch, and you standing there, effortlessly commanding power most people couldn't even comprehend.
Steve's gaze flickered to the stone, then back to you. "What even are you?" he muttered, his voice low and laced with awe.
You glanced over your shoulder, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "Wouldn't you like to know, Captain?"
Steve took a cautious step closer, his gaze lingering on the crackling energy surrounding your hand. "I've seen magic before. I've fought alongside gods. But you..." He shook his head. "You're something else."
Strange sighed, rubbing his temple. "She's reckless, that's what she is."
"Reckless?" you echoed, turning back to the stone. "Maybe. But I get results."
The Siege Perilous pulsed beneath your fingertips, its light casting shadows across the room. "This stone," you said softly, "it responds to me. It knows I'm not from here... and it knows I belong."
Steve's brows furrowed, still watching you with a mix of curiosity and caution. "You don't seem like someone who's just visiting."
You chuckled, tapping the stone one last time before stepping back. "I'm not."
Strange frowned. "That's what worries me."
But you weren't worried. Not one bit. The Siege Perilous had recognized your magic, accepted it without question.
And deep down, you knew—you weren't leaving this world anytime soon.
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In the ragtag town of Sokovia, the streets were a maze of crumbling buildings and narrow alleyways, filled with shadows that stretched long as the sun dipped behind the hills. Wanda Maximoff moved through the crowd with practiced ease, her crimson coat flaring behind her as she slipped a hand into the pocket of an unsuspecting visitor. Coins jingled faintly in her palm as she pocketed the stolen money.
Across the street, her brother Pietro mirrored her actions, darting through the crowd like a phantom. His movements were a blur, too fast for anyone to notice as he relieved tourists of their valuables.
By the time the church bells rang out in the distance, the twins met in their usual spot—a crumbling, long-abandoned church at the edge of town. The stained-glass windows were cracked, and the once-majestic altar stood in disrepair. Despite the decay, there was a haunting beauty to the place, a solemn reminder of a time before war and ruin.
But today, something was different.
As Wanda stepped inside, her gaze immediately locked onto the figure sitting in the preacher's broken chair. A metallic sheen caught the faint light filtering through the shattered windows. The figure's head was slightly tilted, its expression calm, almost curious.
Ultron.
"This church is pretty," he said coolly, his voice echoing through the hollow space. His words carried a strange, mocking reverence, as if the sanctity of the place amused him.
Wanda froze, her eyes narrowing as crimson tendrils of energy curled around her fingertips. Pietro appeared beside her in an instant, his stance tense, protective.
"What do you want?" Wanda asked, her voice low and wary.
Ultron's gaze shifted to her, unblinking, calculating. "I want to save the world," he said, his lips curling into a smile that sent a chill down her spine. "But first... I need to destroy it."
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