"Confirmed?"
"Yes. Confirmed. They're my children."
Inside the laboratory housing the Mind Stone, Erik stared at the magic lingering in his hand, his expression complicated. He had known for a long time. He had been mentally prepared.
But once it was truly confirmed, his heart still rippled.
"Congratulations, Erik." Noah patted his shoulder. "Looks like you're about to have a reunion."
"Maybe." Erik exhaled slowly. "I just don't know about these two children..."
He forced himself to calm down.
He genuinely didn't know how to face them-especially since they had no idea he even existed.
The explosions outside grew louder, closer.
Erik frowned.
He hadn't forgotten the group of kids outside who were treating this like some kind of villain-hunting game. With a sigh, he decided to take it one step at a time.
First, meet them.
Then take them back to London.
Find a place to drink.
Then tell them everything properly.
That would probably work better.
At least, he hoped so.
He wondered how they had lived all these years.
"Uh, Erik," Noah suddenly said.
"Hm?" Erik straightened immediately, looking at him.
"Your kids... they ran out."
"...Ran out?" Erik's expression changed instantly. "Damn it! This is a war zone! They'll die out there!"
"They're not ordinary people."
"Are those damn brats ordinary?" Erik snapped. "Especially Tony Stark-he's a wizard!"
...
Hawkeye Barton was dismantling a Hydra stronghold.
The structure was continuously firing blue energy beams outward, and the power was clearly abnormal. One look was enough to tell-they were Hydra creations based on Loki's scepter.
As for how strong they were?
Just look at the ground.
Every hit produced violent explosions, leaving behind deep craters once the smoke cleared.
Troublesome.
But not to Barton.
For an agile lone agent, this was easy.
Draw bow.
Loose arrow.
Dive behind cover.
Wait for the blast.
His movements were smooth, practiced.
"...Hm?"
Barton frowned.
Three seconds passed.
No explosion.
That meant only one thing.
Something was wrong with his arrow.
He was confident he hadn't missed such a large target, and he definitely would have heard it.
Taking out another specialized arrow, Barton spun cleanly and drew-
Then he was slammed into the ground by an unseen force.
That was enough.
He immediately realized he was in trouble.
His previous arrow had been interfered with.
"Didn't you see her?"
Barton looked up.
A silver-haired man stood nearby, his expression faintly mocking. Barton didn't understand what he meant.
Before Barton could react, the man vanished.
Barton stood up instantly and drew again.
Too late.
The figure was already gone.
He froze for a split second.
That was all it took.
He was knocked down.
The culprit was obvious.
Quicksilver.
After teasing Barton, the boy darted off to mess with Captain America as well, then headed straight for the storage area containing the gems.
Because he'd seen it.
A man in red armor flying into the castle.
Stark.
Tony Stark.
To him and Wanda, Stark was the murderer who had killed their parents. That unexploded missile still bore Stark Industries' logo.
Clear as day.
But just as Quicksilver was about to return to the fortress, pain suddenly stabbed into his mind.
It was familiar.
Unpleasant.
Like something had been erased.
He rubbed his head and kept running-but soon noticed three figures standing directly in his path.
Two middle-aged men.
And a young man in his early twenties.
Their auras were strange.
Distinct.
The kind you couldn't forget once you'd seen them.
And yet, Quicksilver was certain-
He had no memory of ever meeting them.
The contradiction made his skin crawl.
"Who are you people?" he demanded, stopping warily.
"The one looking for you," the young man at the front replied calmly.
The accent was unmistakably British.
"Looking for me?" Quicksilver smiled, though his guard stayed up. "Now you've found me. What then? Catch me?"
"What do you think?" Noah spread his hands, still smiling.
For no clear reason, that smile made Quicksilver uneasy.
Locked on.
That was the feeling.
He was light.
Uncatchable light.
And yet someone had locked onto him.
Absurd.
"Then try it."
Almost on instinct, Quicksilver burst forward at full speed.
He intended to teach these three idiots a lesson.
His speed was terrifying.
At peak velocity, the world froze.
Everything stopped.
The three figures stood like mannequins.
Quicksilver laughed.
Catch him?
Impossible.
He zipped past them, circling behind, not intending to kill-just to scare them properly.
Then he noticed something wrong.
The young man was still looking at him.
Worse-
That gaze was following him.
Tracking him.
The smile was still there.
Mocking.
"No... that's impossible."
Quicksilver felt his mind buckle.
He wasn't imagining it.
That man was watching him the entire time.
Who had he run into?
"Had enough fun?"
That London-accented voice reached his ear.
A faint golden glow bloomed from the young man's hand.
Danger.
Pure instinct screamed at him.
Quicksilver dove-
But the golden light caught him anyway.
For the first time since gaining his power, he felt helpless.
Completely helpless.
The golden force wrapped around him like a substance, locking him in place.
He couldn't move.
Worse-
He was suspended mid-dive, frozen in the air.
"Is it fun?"
That voice again.
Arrogant.
Infuriating.
"Do you think it's fun?" Quicksilver snapped back-
Then his eyes widened.
He was floating upward.
No hands.
No contact.
Just a casual wave-and his body moved on its own, stopping right in front of the three strangers.
He felt nothing restraining him.
Nothing touching him.
"What is this?" he asked despite himself. "Some kind of high-tech?"
"No," the young man replied lightly. "We don't use high-tech."
"We use something more primitive."
"Magic."
"...Magic?" Quicksilver burst out laughing. "You guys aren't sorcerers, are you? Hahaha-uh... sorcerers?"
"Keep laughing, kid," the young man said, unfazed. "By the way, my name is Noah Finnell."
"Where's your sister?"
Quicksilver choked.
"...My sister?"
His wariness spiked instantly.
This man knew him.
If there was one person Quicksilver cared about, it was Wanda.
He didn't know how Finnell knew-files, intelligence, whatever-but it didn't matter.
He wouldn't say a word.
If it came down to it, he'd rather die.
All he could hope was that Wanda wouldn't come looking for him.
Because he could tell-
Even if she did, she wouldn't be enough.
"Looks like you won't talk." Noah glanced at his expression and understood the misunderstanding, but didn't bother correcting it.
Making things harder for Erik sounded amusing.
Especially when Erik was clearly struggling with how to speak to his son.
Noah smiled faintly.
He didn't mind being the villain.
"You and your sister were experimented on," Noah said softly, almost whispering. "You value her because she's your only family."
"But don't forget."
"We're sorcerers."
"So what?" Quicksilver sneered. "What are you planning to do?"
"Nothing complicated," Noah replied. "A simple spell would be enough to locate your sister."
"The difference is... after that, I might be in a bad mood."
"And when I'm displeased, what do you think happens to your fate?"
"...What happens?"
Noah tilted his head slightly.
"I'll find you a father."
"How does that sound?"
"????"
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