Wanda Maximoff Multiversal Harem Hunter

The bustling streets of New York gave way to the sleek, imposing architecture of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. The building loomed above Wanda and Natasha, its stark, utilitarian design a reminder of the immense power that operated behind its walls. Wanda walked beside Natasha, her crimson eyes scanning their surroundings, her senses heightened.

"Still think this is a good idea?" Wanda asked, her tone light but laced with unease.

Natasha glanced at her, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Relax, Maximoff. Fury's gruff, but he's not your enemy. He just likes to test people."

"I'm not worried about Fury," Wanda replied, her voice softer. "It's the people working under him that concern me."

Natasha raised an eyebrow but said nothing, leading Wanda through the main entrance. Inside, the headquarters was a hive of activity. Agents moved with purpose, their black uniforms crisp and their expressions focused.

As they walked, Wanda couldn't ignore the sharp glances directed her way. Some were curious, others skeptical, but the ones that unsettled her the most were the malicious ones. The condescension in their gazes, the faint sneers at the corners of their mouths—it was all too familiar.

Just like Strucker, Wanda thought, her jaw tightening. Arrogance disguised as authority.

Natasha nudged her gently. "Hey, don't let them get to you. They're just not used to outsiders."

"Is that what you call it?" Wanda murmured, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

Natasha smirked. "What would you call it?"

"Suspicion," Wanda replied. "And something darker."

Natasha's smile faltered, but she kept moving, leading Wanda to an elevator at the far end of the hall. They rode in silence to one of the upper floors, where they were greeted by a no-nonsense agent who escorted them to a large, dimly lit office.

Behind the desk sat Colonel Nick Fury. His presence was commanding, his singular eye sharp and calculating as it fixed on Wanda.

"Maximoff," Fury said, his voice deep and steady. "You've been busy."

"You could say that," Wanda replied, matching his gaze without hesitation.

"And Romanoff," Fury continued, turning to Natasha. "I assume you've been keeping her out of trouble?"

Natasha's smirk returned. "Something like that."

Fury leaned back in his chair, his hands steepled in front of him. "So, Sokovia's Queen, huh? That's a big step up from freedom fighter."

Wanda's eyes narrowed slightly, but she kept her tone calm. "It wasn't something I sought out. My people chose me to lead. I'm simply fulfilling the role destiny prepared for me."

Fury's expression darkened. "Spoken like a true dictator."

Natasha stiffened beside Wanda, but before she could speak, Wanda stepped forward, her voice cold and sharp. "Everything I have, I've earned. With the blood of my family and my people. Sokovia was in chaos, overrun by Hydra and ruined by war. My people needed someone to lead them, and they chose me. I didn't seize power—I accepted the responsibility they gave me."

"And now you're gathering followers," Fury said, his tone cutting. "Turning yourself into a queen with a growing army of mutants. You call it leadership, but it smells like tyranny to me."

Wanda's eyes flared with crimson light as she stepped closer to the desk. "You think you understand me, Fury? You think Sokovia is some playground for power? I fought for everything I have. My people fought for it. I stepped into the role they needed me to take, not because I wanted to rule, but because no one else could. Don't compare me to the dictators you've seen before. I'm nothing like them."

Fury stood, his towering frame leaning over the desk as his voice rose. "That's exactly what all dictators say. Divine providence. Destiny. The will of the people. It's the same song and dance, Maximoff, and it always ends the same way—with oppression and bloodshed."

"Enough!" Natasha snapped, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. She stepped between Fury and Wanda, her green eyes blazing. "You don't get to talk to her like that. Not after everything she's done. She's not some tyrant sitting on a throne, Fury. She's out there, fighting for her people. Protecting them. So maybe try showing a little respect."

Fury's eye shifted to Natasha, his expression unreadable. For a moment, the room was silent, the air thick with tension.

Finally, Fury sat back down, his tone gruff. "You've made your point, Romanoff. But don't forget—respect is earned."

Wanda exhaled slowly, her magic receding as she straightened. "We're done here."

"You haven't answered my question," Fury said, his voice steady. "The Avengers Initiative. Are you in or not?"

Wanda glanced at Natasha, then back at Fury. "I'll think about it."

Without waiting for a response, Wanda turned and walked out of the office, Natasha following close behind.

They walked in silence through the corridors of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, the sharp glances of the agents more noticeable now. Wanda's senses buzzed with the lingering malice she had felt earlier, and her jaw tightened.

As they exited the building and stepped into the cool night air, Wanda finally spoke. "There's something wrong with S.H.I.E.L.D.," she said quietly.

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"The agents," Wanda replied, her voice low but steady. "The way they looked at me. It wasn't just suspicion or distrust. There was hatred. Condescension. They think they're better than us."

Natasha frowned, her gaze thoughtful. "Fury's people are trained to be skeptical of everyone. It's part of the job."

"This was more than skepticism," Wanda said firmly. "It reminded me of Strucker. That same arrogance, that same belief that they're untouchable. It's dangerous."

Natasha's expression hardened. She had spent years working for S.H.I.E.L.D., and while she trusted Fury, she couldn't ignore Wanda's instincts. "You think they have some kind of agenda?"

"I think they're hiding something," Wanda said. "And whatever it is, it's not good."

Natasha exhaled slowly, her jaw tightening. "Alright. I trust you, Wanda. If you think something's wrong, I'll keep my eyes open."

Wanda glanced at her, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Thank you."

Natasha smirked faintly. "Don't thank me yet. You're making me suspicious of my own people, Maximoff. That's no small feat."

"Call it a gift," Wanda said with a shrug.

They walked side by side down the dimly lit street, their steps in sync. Despite the tension of the meeting with Fury, the bond between them felt stronger than ever.

"You handled yourself well in there," Natasha said after a moment, her tone softening.

Wanda smirked. "You mean I didn't crush Fury's desk with my magic?"

Natasha chuckled. "Something like that. But seriously, you're starting to get the hang of this whole diplomacy thing."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Wanda said, her smile widening.

"Good. It was meant to be one," Natasha replied, her smirk playful.

As they disappeared into the night, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s towering headquarters loomed behind them, a silent reminder of the shadows still lurking within.

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