"By the way, Wanda, are you sure you don't know a guy named Pietro? Silver-haired, kind of cocky?"
Lucas looked at her curiously. That's your twin brother, for crying out loud.
Wanda frowned and shook her head. "No, never heard of him. And that name… doesn't sound very nice. Is he supposed to be someone important?"
Lucas froze. What the hell? No Pietro? No Quicksilver? What kind of Marvel world was this?
"Did your adoptive parents ever mention you having a brother or anything?" he asked again.
Still, she shook her head. "No. They told me they found me alone when I was little."
That didn't add up. In the original timeline, Wanda and Pietro had been raised together before being handed to that gypsy couple.
If she was found alone, where did Pietro go? Did someone separate them on purpose?
Lucas's thoughts jumped to the X-Men universe. In that world, there was a Quicksilver named Pietro—also Magneto's son, just like Wanda.
"Wait… don't tell me this world split them up—different adoptive parents, different fates?" he muttered.
Could this universe actually have mutants?
He'd lived here for over twenty years and had never once heard the term "mutant" used seriously. He'd always assumed this reality was closer to the MCU version—no mutants, no X-gene. But now? He wasn't so sure.
He even remembered that first meeting with Nick Fury, when the man had taken his blood sample just to check whether he was a mutant.
"Guess I'll have to look into this when we get back," Lucas murmured to himself. If Pietro really existed here, he needed to find him—and reunite the siblings.
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After dinner, Lucas and Wanda strolled through the little Bavarian town. With no identification or travel documents, they had no choice but to stay in the same small inn as before—one of the few that didn't require ID.
The town thrived on tourism, filled with friendly locals and a steady flow of visitors. There was a peaceful, almost storybook charm to it: no noise, no deadlines, no urban stress—just good coffee, laughter, and cobblestone streets.
Lucas wasn't a coffee drinker, though. He sipped water while Wanda enjoyed her espresso. "Tea here tastes worse than dishwater," he muttered.
Then suddenly—
A streak of light blazed across the midday sky, leaving a fiery tail behind it.
"Wait a second…" Lucas squinted upward. "That looks awfully like Tony, that old bastard."
He chuckled. No way. Stark wouldn't fly halfway across Europe just to—
But before he could finish the thought, a reflection flickered in his water glass—something fast, metallic, and rapidly enlarging.
BOOM!
A gold-and-red figure slammed into the ground just a few meters away, landing in the classic superhero crouch and shattering the paving stones beneath his boots.
"Damn it, J.A.R.V.I.S.—remind me to boost retro-thrust on landings by another ten percent," came a familiar, irritated voice.
"Noted, sir," replied J.A.R.V.I.S. dryly.
Lucas stared, dumbfounded.
Iron Man straightened up, brushed the dust from his armor, and turned toward him.
"Well, well," Tony Stark drawled, faceplate sliding open to reveal that trademark smirk. "Here I thought you were being tortured in some Hydra dungeon—and you're over here flirting in the Alps. If I'd known you were this comfy, I wouldn't have rushed over. Hope I didn't interrupt your date, huh?"
Wanda blinked, startled.
Tony gave her an appreciative once-over and grinned wider. "Gotta hand it to you, kid—you've got great taste. She's gorgeous. Not gonna introduce me?"
He swaggered over and plopped down beside Lucas, one arm slinging casually around his shoulders like an old drinking buddy.
"Get off me, you tin can," Lucas said, rolling his eyes. "You took your sweet time getting here. Hydra almost turned me into a lab rat."
Tony raised a brow. "Hydra? As in the Hydra? I swear I read about them in my dad's old journals. Didn't Captain America wipe them out decades ago?"
Lucas snorted. "He wiped out a branch. The rest of those snakes just went underground. And get this—they actually had the balls to kidnap me. So yeah, I turned them into ashes. They picked the wrong guy to mess with."
Tony laughed. "Classic. So—who's the lady?"
Lucas gestured toward Wanda, who sat quietly sipping her coffee, trying to make sense of the bizarre reunion.
"This is Wanda Maximoff," Lucas said simply. "Hydra kidnapped her too. She's got nowhere to go right now, so I'm taking her back to the agency."
Tony froze mid-motion. His eyes widened.
"Hold up. You already live with two women, and now you're bringing home a third? You trying to die young? Buddy, I say this with love—your heart's not gonna survive that much cardio. You want me to hook you up with something to help with recovery? Lab-tested, Stark-approved."
Lucas glared. "I don't need your stupid supplements! You think I'm some fragile old man? I'm built for endurance!"
Tony raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Sure, sure. Everyone says that until they're running on fumes. Look, no offense, but even a bull can't plow three fields forever. You're not a bulldozer, man."
"Excuse me?!" Lucas slammed his glass down. "I'm in top shape, thank you very much. Unlike you, grandpa—your engine's about to blow a gasket."
Tony's grin widened mischievously. "Wait, wait—did you just say brand new engine? Don't tell me… the two lovely ladies at home and you still haven't—"
Lucas's face darkened instantly.
Tony gasped theatrically. "No way. You mean you haven't even—oh my god. You're one of those guys? Should I call a doctor? I know specialists—"
"Shut the hell up!" Lucas barked, half-standing.
Tony scooted his chair closer to Wanda, eyes gleaming with mock horror. He curled his finger teasingly in the air. "So what is it then? You… swing the other way?"
Wanda blinked, caught between confusion and amusement.
Both of them were now staring at Lucas, who was seconds away from exploding.
"Tony," Lucas said dangerously, standing up as his hand appeared at his side. "You'd better start running, because if I catch you—"
A flash of light.
SHING!
Lucas's Ultimate Divine Blade materialized in his hand, the edge humming with power as he pointed it straight at Tony.
Tony gulped, his smirk faltering for once.
"...J.A.R.V.I.S., maybe boost the thrusters to maximum," he muttered.
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