Wanda Maximoff Multiversal Harem Hunter

The ascent into the heart of the Citadel felt heavier with each step. Wanda Maximoff, Eska Vryn, and Jasmine moved cautiously through the castle's labyrinthine corridors. The oppressive silence of the Citadel was unnerving, broken only by the faint hum of hidden machinery and the soft echo of their footsteps.

"I don't like this," Eska muttered, her rifle raised. "It's too quiet. Hydra's not one for subtlety—they should've sent half their army by now."

Wanda's grip on the Chitauri Scepter tightened as she scanned their surroundings. Her crimson eyes glinted with wary determination. "They're watching. Waiting for us to make the first move."

Fracture's voice hissed in Wanda's mind, her tone amused. **"Cowards. They hide behind their machines and their fortresses, hoping to intimidate you. Let them try. They will fall, Wanda."**

"They'll wish they had," Wanda murmured, earning a curious glance from Eska.

"You talking to your creepy pet again?" Eska asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Fracture's not a pet," Wanda replied with a faint smirk. "She's more like a very opinionated roommate."

Eska snorted. "I'll take your word for it."

The corridor opened into a grand throne room, its gothic architecture imposing and oppressive. Green-tinted torches flickered along the walls, casting eerie shadows across the room. At the far end stood two figures: Baron Zemo and Dimitri.

Baron Zemo stood tall and composed, his sharp features framed by a calm yet calculating demeanor. His hands were clasped behind his back, and a faint smirk tugged at his lips as he regarded the intruders. Beside him lounged Dimitri, his cocky grin and relaxed posture a stark contrast to Zemo's rigid formality.

"Ah, the so-called saviors of Sokovia," Zemo said, his voice smooth and dripping with condescension. "Welcome. I must say, your persistence is… commendable. Foolish, but commendable."

Wanda stepped forward, her crimson energy sparking faintly around her hands. "Baron Zemo. Of course, Hydra wouldn't settle for anyone less pretentious."

Zemo chuckled, the sound cold and detached. "Wanda Maximoff. Sokovia's tragic little martyr. Do you truly believe you can change the course of history with your theatrics?"

Dimitri snickered, leaning casually against a pillar. "She's got the drama down, I'll give her that. But the rest? Kind of underwhelming."

Eska's blue eyes narrowed as she leveled her rifle at Dimitri. "You really leaned into the whole 'Hydra lapdog' thing, didn't you? I always knew you were scum. Nice to know I was right."

Dimitri feigned offense, placing a hand over his chest. "Scum? Eska, I'm hurt. I prefer 'visionary opportunist.' Has a nicer ring to it, don't you think?"

Zemo raised a hand, silencing Dimitri's response. "Enough," he said, his tone sharp. He turned his attention back to Wanda, his smirk returning. "Do you know why Hydra endures, Maximoff? Because we understand the futility of resistance. We do not fight against the natural order; we embrace it. And Sokovia?" He gestured to the room around him. "Sokovia has belonged to Hydra for decades. Your rebellion is nothing but a ripple in an ocean."

Wanda's eyes flared with fury as she stepped closer, her voice steady but seething with anger. "You've poisoned this country. Turned it into your playground for experiments and tyranny. I'm here to put an end to it."

Zemo's laughter echoed through the chamber, cold and sharp. "Put an end to it?" he repeated, his tone mocking. "Wanda, Sokovia's king has been dead for years. Hydra has controlled this nation directly since long before you were born. And do you know what will happen when you're gone? Nothing. Hydra will endure, as it always has."

Dimitri clapped slowly, his grin widening. "Bravo, boss. That was inspiring. Gave me chills."

"Enough with the theatrics," Eska snapped, her voice cutting through the tension. "You think we're going to roll over because you've been running things from the shadows? You don't know a thing about Sokovia's people."

Zemo's expression darkened slightly, his calm demeanor unwavering. "And yet, here you are, in the heart of our fortress, fighting a war you cannot win. Tell me, Eska, how many of your so-called resistance fighters have died for this doomed cause? How many more will fall before you accept the truth?"

Wanda's voice cut through the room like a blade. "You've taken everything from us. My family. My brother. My people. I'm here to avenge them—and to end you."

Zemo tilted his head, his smirk returning. "Avenge them?" He gestured to the room around him. "Do you truly believe vengeance will make you stronger? It blinds you, Maximoff. It consumes you. Hydra is not a foe you can defeat with passion alone."

Dimitri grinned, crossing his arms. "Yeah, Wanda. Passion doesn't exactly make a good strategy. But hey, points for effort."

Eska glared at him, her grip tightening on her rifle. "Keep talking, Dimitri. You're only making it easier for me to pull the trigger."

Zemo turned back to Wanda, his voice dropping to a colder, more menacing tone. "You and your resistance are an inconvenience, nothing more. Sokovia belongs to Hydra, as it always has. Your actions are futile. The future has already been written."

Wanda took a step closer, her crimson energy crackling around her. "The future isn't written, Zemo. Not while I'm still standing."

Zemo smirked, unfazed. "Then by all means, Maximoff, show me how strong you've become. I look forward to watching you fail."

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken challenges. Jasmine let out a low growl, her mismatched eyes fixed on Zemo and Dimitri as her mechanical tail swayed rhythmically. Eska stood ready, her rifle trained on the two men, her expression a mix of defiance and fury.

"So," Eska said, her voice steady but sharp. "Are we going to keep talking, or are we going to settle this?"

Wanda's smirk returned, her grip on the scepter tightening. "Oh, we're going to settle this. But not on their terms."

Fracture's voice purred in Wanda's mind, her tone almost gleeful. **"Let's remind them why chaos cannot be controlled."**

With the stage set and the lines drawn, the battle for Sokovia's future was about to begin.

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