Wanda Maximoff Multiversal Harem Hunter

Stark Enterprises loomed large against the Manhattan skyline, its glass facade gleaming in the morning sun. Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, and Talia Stark stepped out of their vehicle and entered the sleek lobby. The tension in the air was palpable, though none of them spoke about it. They were here to uncover the truth about the recent weapon shipments, and their first stop was Obadiah Stane.

Talia led the way, her confidence unshaken as they ascended the elevator to the executive floor. Wanda and Natasha exchanged subtle glances, their unease growing as they prepared to face the man who was, for now, Stark Enterprises' second-in-command.

The office was as opulent as one would expect, with leather furniture, a bar cart stocked with expensive liquor, and walls adorned with photos of Stark Industries' greatest achievements. Obadiah Stane stood near his desk, a cigar in hand, his bald head gleaming under the overhead lights. His smile was wide and practiced as he greeted Talia.

"Talia, my dear," Obadiah said, his voice warm but calculated. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Talia offered a polite smile. "We need to talk about Franklin Moss."

"Moss?" Obadiah repeated, feigning surprise. "What's this about?"

Wanda and Natasha stood slightly behind Talia, observing the exchange. Wanda felt an uncomfortable prickle in the back of her mind as she watched Obadiah's easy demeanor. Something about him didn't sit right, though she couldn't put her finger on it.

Natasha, meanwhile, narrowed her eyes slightly. Too slick, she thought. Guys like this always have an angle.

Talia got straight to the point. "Jarvis flagged discrepancies in our shipping records—legitimate shipments being rerouted to questionable destinations. Moss is the one with access to those routes."

Obadiah stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm. That does sound suspicious. Moss has been with us for years, but... I wouldn't put it past him. If you're looking for someone to pin this on, he's definitely your guy."

"Do you really think he'd do something like this?" Talia asked, her tone skeptical but trusting.

Obadiah gave her a reassuring smile. "Talia, your father and I built this company from the ground up. I know the people here better than anyone. Moss has always been a little... desperate. If anyone's behind this, it's him."

Talia nodded slowly, seemingly convinced. "Alright. We'll deal with it."

As they turned to leave, Wanda shot a glance back at Obadiah, her crimson aura faintly flickering. She didn't trust him, though she kept her thoughts to herself. Natasha, however, was less subtle.

"Do you really trust him?" Natasha asked as they exited the office and entered the elevator.

Talia sighed, her arms crossed. "He was my father's partner. They worked together for years. I trust him—at least to a certain extent. You can't be too careful around slimy men."

"No kidding," Wanda muttered, earning a smirk from Natasha.

The shipping department was a stark contrast to the executive floor—utilitarian and bustling, with employees moving between rows of crates and pallets. Franklin Moss stood at the center of it all, a portly man in his late fifties with a nervous energy that immediately set the trio on edge.

"Moss," Talia called out, her voice sharp.

He turned, his face paling as he recognized her. "Miss Stark! What brings you down here?"

"We need to talk," Talia said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Wanda and Natasha flanked her, their presence adding to the intimidation factor. Moss fidgeted under their combined scrutiny.

"I—I'm not sure what this is about," Moss stammered, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route.

Talia didn't waste time. "Shipping records. Rerouted destinations. Weapon shipments showing up in the hands of terrorists. Care to explain?"

Moss's face turned beet red. "I... I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Don't lie to me," Talia snapped. "We have the records, Moss. The numbers don't lie."

Moss's shoulders slumped, his bravado crumbling. "Alright! Alright, I'll tell you. I didn't mean for it to get out of hand, I swear! I was in a tight spot—debts, bad investments. Someone approached me, offered a way out. All I had to do was reroute a few shipments, no questions asked."

"And who approached you?" Natasha asked, her voice cold and demanding.

"I—I don't know his name," Moss stammered. "He worked through intermediaries. All I know is he had connections... scary connections."

"Convenient," Wanda said dryly.

"You sold out Stark Enterprises," Talia said, her voice laced with disgust. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"I didn't think it would go this far!" Moss cried. "I just needed the money!"

Natasha stepped forward, her green eyes flashing dangerously. "Well, now you're going to pay for it."

Before Moss could respond, a group of armed men burst into the warehouse, weapons drawn. Moss's panic turned to outright terror as he dropped to the floor, covering his head.

"Looks like your 'connections' showed up," Natasha muttered, drawing her pistols.

"Wanda," Talia said quickly, "Please deal with those idiots."

"On it," Wanda replied, her crimson aura flaring as Fracture enveloped her, forming her sleek, armored symbiote suit.

The attackers didn't wait—they opened fire, their bullets ricocheting off Fracture's surface as Wanda charged forward. Her sharp claws slashed through their weapons, sending sparks flying. Natasha darted between cover, her pistols firing with deadly accuracy.

Talia stayed behind, watching the chaos unfold. She clenched her fists, frustration and helplessness bubbling beneath her composed exterior. I need to be stronger, she thought. I can't keep standing on the sidelines while they fight.

Wanda's symbiote suit shimmered as she leaped onto a nearby stack of crates, her claws slicing through another attacker's rifle. "Fracture," she said, her tone sharp, "let's show them what we can do."

"With pleasure," Fracture replied, her voice gleeful as she extended tendrils to disarm the remaining attackers and then proceeded to eat them for a mid day snack.

Natasha finished off the last of them with a well-placed shot, her expression calm but fierce. The warehouse fell silent, save for Moss's quiet whimpering on the floor.

Talia approached Moss, her expression hard. "You're done, Moss. The authorities will deal with you."

"No, please!" Moss begged, tears streaming down his face. "I can help! I'll give you everything I know!"

"You should've thought of that before," Talia said coldly. She turned to Natasha. "Call it in."

Natasha nodded, pulling out her communicator. As she contacted Shield, Wanda turned to Talia, her symbiote suit retracting into her body.

"You okay?" Wanda asked.

Talia sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah. But I'm done playing catch-up. If I'm going to keep up with you two, I need to power up."

"You're serious?" Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow.

Talia nodded. "Absolutely. The Extremis Virus is ready, and it's safe. If I want to stand beside you two—and survive—I need it."

Wanda and Natasha exchanged a glance before nodding in unison.

"Alright," Wanda said. "Then we do this together."

As Moss was led away in cuffs, the three women stood together, their resolve unshaken. They were ready for the next step on their path to power, but is the world.

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