Wanda Maximoff Multiversal Harem Hunter

The throne room fell silent after Zemo's sardonic farewell. Wanda Maximoff and Eska Vryn stood amidst the wreckage of their battle with Dimitri, their breaths steadying as the tension momentarily ebbed. Jasmine, ever watchful, growled softly at the shadows where Zemo had disappeared.

"He's playing games," Eska muttered, her rifle still raised. "Classic Hydra—always pulling strings from the shadows."

Wanda tightened her grip on the Chitauri Scepter, her crimson eyes scanning the room. "Then let's cut the strings."

The sudden activation of a series of devices lining the room's walls sent an ear-splitting hum through the air. Wanda winced as the hum intensified into a series of high-pitched vibrations.

The oppressive hum of the frequency modulators filled the throne room, their vibrations growing louder and more invasive with every passing second. Wanda Maximoff staggered, her symbiote-enhanced armor flickering as Fracture's voice trembled weakly in her mind.

**"Wanda… I can't withstand this sound. It's too much—I have to retreat!"**

"Fracture, no!" Wanda hissed through gritted teeth, clutching the Chitauri Scepter tightly. But it was too late. The crimson tendrils of her symbiote receded, leaving her vulnerable as Fracture retreated to protect herself from the sonic assault.

The moment her armor disappeared, Baron Zemo stepped forward, his calm and calculating smirk etched into his face. The sound of his polished boots against the stone floor echoed ominously as he approached Wanda.

"Did you really think I would come unprepared, Maximoff?" Zemo said, his voice smooth and condescending. "Hydra has spent years studying every threat, every variable. An alien symbiote with such a glaring weakness—honestly, I expected more from you."

Wanda glared at him, her crimson eyes narrowing as she struggled to steady herself. "You're awfully confident for someone who's afraid to fight their own battles."

Zemo chuckled, his tone mockingly sympathetic. "Afraid? No, my dear. Cautious. There is a difference. Hydra thrives not because we are bold, but because we are smart. We endure where others fail."

The hum of the modulators grew sharper, making Wanda wince as her body weakened under the relentless vibrations. Zemo watched her with detached amusement, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Sokovia belongs to Hydra," Zemo continued, his tone growing darker. "It always has. Your rebellion, your little war, is nothing more than a brief distraction. Sokovia's fate was decided decades ago."

"Enough of the speeches," Wanda spat, her voice strained but defiant. "You're not impressing anyone."

Zemo raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Oh, but I'm not here to impress. I'm here to end this."

In a fluid motion, Zemo drew a sleek pistol from his coat. Without hesitation, he fired. The bullet struck Wanda in the stomach, the impact sending her stumbling backward. She gasped, clutching the wound as blood seeped between her fingers.

"Wanda!" Eska's voice rang out as she instinctively raised her rifle, but Zemo turned to face her with a calm, calculated expression.

"Do lower your weapon," Zemo said, his tone almost bored. "You're outmatched."

Eska glanced at Wanda, who was struggling to remain upright. Her eyes narrowed, her grip on her rifle tightening. Then her gaze shifted to the modulators lining the walls, and a faint smirk tugged at her lips.

"Well," Eska muttered to herself, "if I'm outmatched, I might as well blow something up."

She loaded her rifle with an explosive round and took aim at the nearest modulator. The shot struck true, detonating the device in a burst of sparks and smoke. One by one, she destroyed the modulators, each explosion echoing through the throne room as the oppressive vibrations ceased.

Zemo spun toward Eska, his calm demeanor faltering as the last modulator was obliterated. "What have you done?!"

Eska stepped forward, her rifle still smoking, a triumphant grin on her face. "Seriously," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I think I've found my superpower: blowing shit up."

Wanda let out a weak laugh, wincing as she clutched her stomach. "Took you long enough."

Eska shot her a glance, her smirk widening. "Had to make sure I got all of them. Wouldn't want Fracture getting cranky."

The room fell silent for a brief moment, save for the crackling of fires and the distant groaning of weakened steel. Wanda steadied herself, the glow of the scepter brightening as her chaos magic reignited.

Fracture's voice returned, stronger now, her tone simmering with rage. **"Pathetic little tricks. Let me devour him."**

"Not yet," Wanda murmured, her crimson eyes locking onto Zemo. "He still thinks he's in control."

Zemo composed himself quickly, his smirk returning as he turned back to face Wanda and Eska. "You think you've won something here?" he asked, his voice laced with disdain. "Destroying my devices changes nothing. Hydra will outlast you, as it always has."

"Yeah, yeah," Eska said, rolling her eyes. "Cut off one head, blah blah blah. We've heard it all before."

Zemo's gaze darkened, but his composure remained intact. "You mock what you do not understand. Hydra is not an organization, Eska—it is an idea. And you cannot kill an idea."

Wanda stepped forward, blood still trickling from her wound but her resolve unshaken. "Maybe not. But we can make you regret ever trying to control this country."

Zemo's smirk widened. "I welcome the attempt."

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