Natasha Romanoff walked over, holding a wine glass. She wore a crisp white shirt and a tailored coat that perfectly complemented her graceful figure. In this moment, she didn't look like a world-class spy—more like a sharp, elegant beauty from the city.
Bella didn't even turn around.
"There's no need," she said coolly.
In truth, she trusted Captain America's word more. It wasn't just about Rogers' strength—his charisma had been deeply embedded in the hearts of the American people thanks to years of propaganda. And honestly, that kind of reputation didn't come without merit.
The twins, Wanda and Pietro, couldn't possibly stop him if he truly meant to do something.
Tony Stark, despite his many flaws, had his soft spots. Especially now, when faced with the twins who despised him, he was clearly trying his best to atone for the pain he'd caused them.
"I heard from Thor that you've been causing quite the stir across the universe lately. 'Zero Zero Seven,' huh?" Natasha smirked.
"Just a little practice," Bella replied with a casual shrug.
"Can you tell me more about the universe? We're all curious."
The two women began chatting. And it had to be said—Natasha Romanoff truly lived up to her title as one of the most formidable spies in the world. Beyond her combat prowess, her greatest strength was how effortlessly she could use her charm to its fullest. She mastered not just language, but the subtle art of reading hearts.
Among the Avengers, she might not have had the most raw power—but she was, without a doubt, the most indispensable. She was the glue that held them together. No one who spoke with her ever found her unpleasant.
Bella had nothing against Natasha. She even found her presence... refreshing.
They hadn't exchanged many words when Thor walked over, now dressed in his signature Asgardian-style armor, though a little toned down—just a sleek black suit jacket over a shirt. His long blond hair was slightly curled, and his towering figure radiated strength. The term "god" definitely wasn't just for show.
Among the Avengers, Thor had one of the most balanced fan demographics. Men and boys admired his thunder-wielding might, while women adored his untamed, wild charisma.
Bella had long been envious.
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"What's the matter? Feeling out of place?" Bella turned to him with a raised brow, lightly clinking her glass against his.
Thor sighed after a sip. "Not quite used to this kind of atmosphere."
"That's not the only reason, right?"
"Of course not~" Thor shrugged, not the least bit embarrassed. "I'm more curious about that girl's power. I can tell—this isn't something you get from experimenting with a scepter. It's even stronger than an Infinity Stone."
His divine power, while not Odin's, was still incredibly refined. And yet, even he could sense the oppressive, dangerous aura emanating from Wanda's magic. That kind of energy—origin magic—wasn't something any human should be able to wield just by toying with stones.
"I honestly don't know," Bella said, meeting their curious gazes.
Thor and Natasha exchanged a glance and shrugged. They weren't surprised. Bella was strong and clearly knew a lot—but no one could know everything.
Otherwise, she'd be no different than an omniscient god.
And truthfully, Bella didn't know. In her past life, she had barely touched Marvel comics, relying only on the MCU films. She had a vague idea that something called Origin Magic was linked to some ancient entity—maybe Mephista?
She'd tried analyzing Wanda's power before using her ability. But she failed. As Thor had sensed, Origin Magic was incredibly ancient, beyond the scope of her current level as a God Father.
Maybe when she ascended higher, she'd understand more.
But for now? If she couldn't analyze it...
Then she'd take it home and study it slowly.
One way or another, Bella had made up her mind—she was going to abduct the little beauty, Wanda, for herself.
Many evil thoughts danced in her mind.
—ahem—
On the surface, she remained serious. But her expression changed ever so slightly as she raised a brow.
"Looks like the discussion's over."
Without waiting, she turned and walked deeper into the hall.
Thor and Natasha followed.
The hall was quiet. The lights were dim, with only sunlight pouring through the windows, casting a warm, solemn hue over everything. It wasn't as tense as before—but still heavy.
Tony sat at the glass table, head resting on one hand, gazing at the twin siblings across from him. No one could tell what he was thinking.
Rogers, Dr. Banner, and Barton sat nearby in silence.
Wanda sat with her arms on her knees, face no longer pale, but her eyes were red, like she'd been crying. The table before her was stained with coffee, and her cup had long disappeared. Pietro sat beside her, offering quiet comfort.
They heard footsteps. Tony didn't even look up, but the others noticed Bella, Thor, and Natasha entering the room.
"What a shame," Bella said with a smile, sliding into the empty seat next to her. She crossed her legs elegantly. "I thought Tony was going to get turned into a taco. That would've been quite the sight."
A small joke—light-hearted but effective. The mood eased.
"Honestly," Barton chuckled, "I kinda wanted to see that too."
Rogers and Banner smiled as well. The mental image of proud, sharp-tongued Tony Stark getting folded like a wrap was just too vivid.
Tony rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed with the betrayal.
The twins didn't laugh. They remained quiet, but calmer.
Bella could tell—they were no longer as agitated. Captain America's calm, honest words had definitely helped. His way with people wasn't far off from Deadpool's... just less aggravating.
Then Bella leaned forward, tapping her index finger on the glass table. She looked directly at the twins.
"From now on... you're coming with me."
Silence fell.
Everyone turned to her, surprised.
The twins blinked, eyes wide.