Awakening Kryptonian Bloodline In Marvel.-Chapter 388 - 388: 388: Confessions Over Wine

I don't know either… In other universes, was Ultron's body ever taken?
Wanda drank her wine in one gulp, as if trying to blur her senses.
"I… ahem…" she choked, her cheeks instantly flushing deeper from the alcohol. But she refilled her glass without hesitation.
"Not long ago, I gained incredible powers at the HYDRA base in Sokovia," she began, voice unsteady. "Then one night, I realized… I sensed another world, another version of me. I tried to reach out, but something went wrong … really wrong."
She paused, looking down into her glass.
"That night, I dreamed — and I shared memories with your Wanda." Her eyes glistened. She raised her glass. "To you," she said softly, clinking her glass with Malrick's, then drank deeply again.
"Take it slow," Malrick said quietly, a little more understanding now.
"When those space-time fluctuations was caused months ago. My Chaos Magic clashed… that's what sent Peter into that Spider Multiverse." she admitted, her voice trembling.
Malrick realized, so that's why Wanda's magic had spiraled out of control.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, swallowing hard. "I never meant for my curiosity to lead to that. Everything flashed by in the dream."
Wanda refilled her glass — yet again.
"That's not terrible, you know," Malrick reassured her. "I traveled with Peter. I met … new people. There was something good in it."
Wanda laughed, slightly slurred. "Am I drinking too much? Red wine isn't that strong, but…" She tipped the bottle like it was bottomless.
Malrick reached for it, but she ducked his hand with a laugh. "You saved Earth. You saved Sokovia—my home. How could I not drink a few more for you?"
Her smile warmed the room, but he frowned with concern. "You're getting drunk, Wanda." He dabbed his fingers on a napkin, looking at her steadily.
"I can still drink." She cheered, reaching for a pancake on the side. She'd been making pancakes all evening—something homemade, something simple.
Malrick watched as she leaned in, a flush heating her skin. She unbuttoned her low-cut sweater with a small, bold movement. Her cleavage brushed close. The scent of her — detergent or perfume — drifted gently in the air, delicate but unmistakable.
"I'll do it myself," Malrick said softly, turning away a little. "Let me."
But Wanda wouldn't let him. She lifted pancakes with the help of her magic, the stewed meat floated into the soft bread. She looked at him, her eyes dazed but resolute.
"No. You're the guest, the reason for tonight. I'll feed you."
Her voice trembled. Her cheeks glowed, her heartbeat quickened, and something raw flickered in her gaze.
"It's just us here," Malrick said, gently grasping her wrist. "Is this really a celebration?"
She stood up, her chair flying beside him, and sat very close — almost pressed against him.
"Malrick," she whispered, hurt shadowing her tone, "sometimes I feel like no one accepts me. Like I'm… a monster."
He paused, then gently patted her back. "You're not a monster."
But she shook her head, leaning in closer. Her breath was warm, soft. Her voice cracked. "I envy her … your Wanda. She met you when she was nineteen. You helped her, protected her, cared for her — she's so happy, she even hides under blankets with your photos…"
Malrick blinked. "Wait — what photos?"
Wanda squeezed his shoulder, her haze deepening. "Why can't you be from my universe?"
Then she leaned forward, gently kissing him.
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Damn, bro would have 2 hot 'Wanda'