"Kill Wilson! Don't let him go back to New York!"
Inside the van, a burly man crouched by the window, gripping a gun tightly.
He pressed the trigger relentlessly, unleashing a barrage of bullets while roaring at the top of his lungs.
The other n in the van followed suit, firing wildly toward the stage where Wilson Fisk, also known as the Kingpin, had taken cover.
Their reckless shooting not only targeted Fisk but also struck down innocent bystanders, leaving them bleeding on the ground.
But the attackers didn't care. Their mission was clear: eliminate Wilson Fisk at all costs.
"Fuck! Go to hell!" the burly man shouted as the deafening sound of gunfire echoed through the square.
Bullets rained down like a storm, tearing through the crowd. Blood mixed with debris splattered across the plaza, painting a grim picture of chaos and destruction.
"Ahhh!"
"Run!"
"My God, it's a terroristattack!"
In an instant, the square erupted into pandemonium. Screams and cries filled the air as people scrambled to escape.
So abandoned their injured companions, desperate to save themselves.
Behind a sausage vending cart...
Finn had noticed the danger early and reacted quickly, pulling Wanda, Josh, and Agatha behind the makeshift bunker.
His eyes darted toward Wilson Fisk, who was still hiding on the stage. "They're targeting Fisk. This is a Assassination," Finn muttered.
"Why? Mr. Fisk hasn't done anything to provoke them!" Josh stamred, his face pale and drenched in cold sweat. He slumped to the ground, trembling with fear.
"You'll understand soon enough," Finn replied, his expression grim.
He was in no mood to explain the intricacies of Wilson Fisk's criminal empire.
Right now, his priority was getting out of this dangerous situation alive.
"I'll take care of these monsters," Wanda said, her voice steady but filled with anger.
She had seen the innocent people lying in pools of blood, and her eyes burned with fury. She stood up, her fingertips glowing with a strange, scarlet light. "Stay hidden. Don't co out."
"Almost forgot—the strongest Avenger is here," Finn muttered to himself, a small smile breaking through his tension.
He had montarily forgotten that Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, was by his side.
Her powers were more than enough to handle this situation.
**Behind them, unnoticed...**
Agatha's eyes were locked on the scarlet light emanating from Wanda's fingertips.
A greedy, almost predatory look crossed her face. "Chaos Magic..." she whispered under her breath.
The power of the Scarlet Witch was sothing Agatha had coveted for a long ti.
To her, it was the ultimate source of magical power, capable of making its wielder the supre sorcerer.
Yet, here it was, in the hands of a young woman who barely understood its potential.
Agatha's grip tightened around her rabbit, Scratchy, who squird uncomfortably in her arms. "Patience," she murmured, her eyes narrowing. "Soon, that power will be mine."
**anwhile, Wanda stepped forward, her presence commanding attention.**
"You have failed those who died in the World Wars. You are not worthy to live in this world!" Wanda declared, her voice resonating with power.
She twisted her hands, and a surge of scarlet energy erupted from her, flooding the square like a tidal wave.
The entire area was bathed in an eerie, crimson light, and the atmosphere grew heavy with magical energy.
The bullets that had been fired from the van were caught in the wave of Chaos Magic and flung back toward their source.
**Boom! Boom! Boom!**
The van was riddled with bullet holes, and white smoke poured out as the attackers inside were neutralized.
The gunfire ceased, and an unsettling silence fell over the square.
"What just happened?"
"We're saved!"
The crowd, which had been fleeing in terror, slowly ca to a halt.
They turned to see Wanda standing tall, her scarlet energy fading but her presence still overwhelming.
"It's the Avenger! Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch!"
"Wanda! Hail Wanda!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd as they realized they had been saved by one of Earth's mightiest heroes.
So people collapsed to the ground, overwheld with relief, while others hugged each other, grateful to be alive.
Wanda, however, seed uncomfortable with the attention. She wasn't used to being celebrated like this.
"Wanda, you saved them," Finn said, stepping forward with a reassuring smile. "And you're getting better at controlling your magic. You'll be one of the most powerful sorcerers in the world soday."
"She's not a sorcerer," Agatha interjected, her voice dripping with disdain. "She's just a girl who stumbled into power she doesn't understand."
Wanda ignored Agatha's comnt, focusing instead on Finn. "I'm just doing what I can to help," she said softly.
**On the stage...**
Wilson Fisk erged from behind the bunker, his imposing figure unscathed despite the chaos.
He strode down the steps, his sharp eyes scanning the scene. "Ma'am, thank you for your assistance," he said, his voice deep and commanding.
"You're welco," Wanda replied curtly, her tone cold.
She didn't trust Fisk, and her instincts told her he was far from the benevolent figure he pretended to be.
At that mont, the sheriff arrived with his deputies, looking flustered and out of breath. "Mr. Fisk, I'm so sorry! We had no idea this would happen—"
"Sheriff, there are no second chances," Fisk interrupted, his voice low and nacing. "This kind of incompetence is unacceptable."
The sheriff paled, realizing the gravity of the situation.
Wilson Fisk wasn't just a philanthropist; he was a man with imnse power and influence. Crossing him could have dire consequences.
**Suddenly, a commotion broke out near the van.**
The door creaked open, and a bloodied man stumbled out. He was barely standing, but the ticking ti bomb strapped to his chest was impossible to miss.
"Fuck! He's still alive!"
"He's got a bomb!"
Panic surged through the crowd once again as people scrambled to get away. All eyes turned to Wanda, expecting her to save them once more.
But Wanda froze. The sight of the bomb triggered a flood of mories—mories of a mission in Germany with Captain Arica, where her mistake had led to dozens of deaths.
That incident had fractured the Avengers and driven a wedge between Steve Rogers and Tony Stark. The guilt and pain of that day ca rushing back, paralyzing her.
"Wanda?" Finn noticed her hesitation and understood imdiately. The Chaos Magic was affecting her, amplifying her emotions and clouding her judgnt.
Without waiting for Wanda to act, Finn took matters into his own hands.
With a thought, he summoned several shadowy figures from the darkness—ninja-like beings made of pure shadow.
They moved swiftly, darting toward the bloodied man and the bomb.
**Whoosh!**
In less than ten seconds, the shadow ninjas had grabbed the man and the bomb, disappearing into the darkness just as the tir reached zero.
A distant explosion echoed, but the square was safe.
"Who were they? Ninjas?"
"I didn't see clearly... but they took the bomb away!"
The crowd was stunned, their fear giving way to confusion and relief.
Wanda, too, was shaken out of her trance. She looked at Finn, her eyes wide with surprise. "What just happened?"
**anwhile, Agatha's eyes narrowed as she observed Finn.**
"Scratchy, did you see that?" she whispered to her rabbit. "The most calm person is often the one pulling the strings."
Her gaze lingered on Finn, who stood there with an unreadable expression. Agatha's lips curled into a sly smile. "Interesting..."🤔
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