Wanda Maximoff Multiversal Harem Hunter

"Every story begins with a spark. Mine started with fire. A fire that consumed everything—my home, my family, my future. It wasn't an accident. It was a choice. Hydra's choice. They took from me because they could, because they thought I was powerless. They thought I would break."

"And maybe, for a time, I did. I can still feel the cold metal of the table beneath me, the sting of needles, the echo of their laughter as they tore apart everything I believed in. They wanted to make me a monster, a weapon, something they could point and use without question. But they made a mistake. They left me with my anger. They left me with my pain. They left me with… hope."

"Hope is a fragile thing, a whisper in the darkness. But it's enough. Enough to remind me of what I've lost—and what I still have to fight for. I can see their faces in my dreams. Pietro, always faster than the world around him, his laugh echoing in my mind. Our parents, their voices fading but still there, like a melody I can't forget. They're gone now. All of them. And Hydra thinks they've taken everything from me."

"But they haven't. Not yet. As long as I can still fight, as long as I can still dream of something better, I'll find a way. I don't know what lies ahead, but I know this: they'll regret what they've done. Every scream, every tear, every drop of blood—they'll pay for it all. I'll tear Hydra apart piece by piece, and when I'm finished, I'll build something better from the ashes. I don't know what it will be yet, but it will be mine."

"I've lost everything. But I haven't lost myself."

The cell was suffocating. Metal walls stained with rust and old blood seemed to close in around Wanda Maximoff as she lay strapped to the cold table. Her breaths were shallow, her body trembling from days—no, weeks—of torment. The faint glow of a flickering fluorescent light above her head painted the room in sickly shadows. She could hear the hum of machinery outside, the occasional clank of boots on metal grates reminding her she was always being watched.

She tightened her fists against the restraints, her wrists raw from struggling. Every movement sent a jolt of pain up her arms. *Where are you, Pietro?* The thought came unbidden, a sliver of hope she clung to like a lifeline. He had to be alive. He was fast—too fast for them to—

The door hissed open, pulling her from her thoughts. The sterile white coats of Hydra scientists filled the room, followed by the commanding presence of Baron Wolfgang von Strucker. His boots clicked rhythmically on the floor, each step measured, deliberate. His pale blue eyes surveyed her with the calculating amusement of a predator toying with its prey.

"Good evening, Wanda," he said, his voice smooth yet dripping with malice. "How are you feeling today? Broken yet?"

Wanda glared at him, her crimson eyes faintly glowing. "I'll kill you," she spat, her voice hoarse from screaming. "You hear me? I'll kill you."

Strucker smirked, his gloved hand clasping behind his back. "Such fire, even now. Admirable, really. But your threats mean nothing. You are already mine. Hydra's. Everything you were, everything you are, belongs to me."

"You'll get nothing from me!" Wanda hissed, straining against her restraints.

"Oh, my dear Wanda," Strucker replied, his tone shifting to condescending amusement. "This isn't about what you give. It's about what we take. Hydra doesn't ask for permission."

He nodded to one of the scientists, who stepped forward holding a syringe. The liquid inside shimmered unnaturally, as though it were alive. Wanda's body instinctively tensed. Her breath quickened as the scientist approached her.

"What is that?" she demanded, trying to pull away. "What are you doing to me?"

"This," Strucker began, gesturing to the syringe, "is the culmination of years of research. A symbiote—alive, intelligent, and oh so eager to bond. With it, you will become something extraordinary. A weapon worthy of Hydra."

"I'll die before I become your weapon," Wanda growled, her voice trembling with rage and fear.

Strucker leaned closer, his smile cruel. "Oh, I'm counting on it."

The needle plunged into her arm. Wanda screamed as the viscous red liquid burned its way into her veins. Pain like she had never known consumed her, her back arching against the restraints as her vision blurred. Her heart pounded in her chest, her pulse echoing in her ears. She could feel it—something alien, something *alive*—spreading through her body.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice cracking. "Stop…"

But instead of silence, she heard a voice. It wasn't Strucker, or the scientists. It was smooth, calm, and impossibly close. *Do not fear. I am with you.*

The chains binding "er wrists snapped as raw power surged through her. Wanda collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air. The pain subsided, replaced by an eerie sense of unity. Tendrils of crimson energy snaked around her arms, coiling protectively. The scientists froze, their faces a mix of awe and terror.

Strucker stepped back, his eyes narrowing. "Fascinating," he murmured. "The bond is stronger than anticipated."

Wanda's head snapped up, her glowing eyes locking onto him. "You made a mistake," she said, her voice low and venomous. She raised her hand, and a pulse of red energy erupted from her palm, sending the scientists flying. Alarms blared as she staggered to her feet, the symbiote whispering guidance in her mind.

*Run. Destroy them. Escape.*

She bolted from the cell, her bare feet slapping against the cold metal floor. The halls of the facility were a maze of sterile corridors, the air thick with the scent of chemicals and burnt ozone. Guards shouted behind her, their boots pounding in pursuit.

"She's loose! Contain her!"

Wanda ducked into a corner, her chest heaving. Her hands trembled as chaos energy crackled around her fingertips. She clenched her fists, trying to steady herself. *Pietro. I have to find Pietro.*

The symbiote's voice returned, soft and coaxing. *I will help you. Together, we are unstoppable.*

Guards rounded the corner, their rifles aimed. Wanda didn't think—she acted. Her hand shot out, a wave of crimson energy blasting them off their feet. She advanced, the symbiote's tendrils shielding her from bullets as chaos magic crackled in the air. Her movements were fluid, instinctual, as though the symbiote was guiding her body.

The guards fell one by one, their weapons useless against her. Wanda's mind raced as she fought, flashes of Pietro's face flickering in her memory. His laugh, his voice, the way he always stood between her and danger. *I'm coming for you, Pietro. Just hold on.*

Her path led her to a massive vault door, its surface emblazoned with the Hydra insignia. The symbiote's whispers grew louder, insistent. *Inside lies your strength. Take it.*

Wanda pressed her hands against the door, her chaos magic surging. The metal groaned before shattering into fragments. Inside, resting on a pedestal, was the Chitauri Scepter. Its blue gem pulsed faintly, resonating with her chaotic energy.

She approached it slowly, her hand trembling as she reached out. The symbiote coiled around her arm, merging with the scepter as if it had found its missing piece. Power surged through her veins, amplifying the connection between her magic and the symbiote.

For a brief moment, hope flickered in her chest. *With this… I can save him.*

She didn't realize how much time had passed until she emerged into a cavernous chamber. Baron Strucker stood at the center, flanked by Hydra guards. And there, bound and bloodied, was Pietro.

"Magnificent," Strucker said, spreading his arms. "You've exceeded my expectations, Wanda. But this ends here."

"Let him go," Wanda demanded, her voice trembling with anger.

Strucker's smirk deepened. "Surrender, and perhaps I will. Join Hydra, and your brother might live."

"Don't listen to him!" Pietro shouted, his voice hoarse. "He'll kill us both no matter what!"

"Silence him," Strucker ordered.

"No!" Wanda's scream tore through the chamber as a gunshot echoed. Pietro's body slumped to the ground, and the world seemed to stop.

Her breath caught, her heart shattering into a thousand pieces. "Pietro…" she whispered, her voice breaking.

Strucker tilted his head, watching her carefully. "Pity. But you made your choice."

Wanda's trembling hands gripped the scepter as tears streamed down her face. Chaos energy erupted from her, leveling the guards in a single, devastating wave. Strucker remained standing, his arrogance unshaken.

"You think this changes anything?" he said. "Hydra is eternal. Cut off one head, and two shall take its place."

Wanda stalked toward him, the symbiote coiling around her like a living weapon. She seized him by the throat, lifting him effortlessly.

"You killed him," she hissed, her voice trembling with fury. "You made me a monster."

Strucker's smile never faltered. "Even if you had surrendered," he rasped, "we would have eliminated Pietro. Hydra deemed him… useless."

Wanda's fury boiled over. Chaos energy surged through her, her magic and the symbiote working in unison. Strucker screamed as his body was consumed, disintegrating into ash.

The facility trembled as Wanda's power exploded outward, the walls crumbling under the force of her rage. She turned to Pietro's lifeless body, her knees buckling beneath her as she cradled him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her tears falling freely. "I'm so sorry."

As dawn broke, Wanda emerged from the ruins, the scepter glowing faintly in her hand. The symbiote pulsed gently around her, its presence a cold comfort in her solitude.

"They'll pay," she whispered, her voice hard with resolve. "All of them."

Hydra had taken everything from her. Now, she would return the favor.

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Please note that these events take place on 1999 in an alternate timeline Multiverse 663 Codenamed The Crimson Multiverse.