Chapter 559 Isn’t this right?

Huh? Isn't this right?

With her mouth wide open, Charlotte was stunned for a long time, and finally confirmed that the person the girl was looking at was not Stark, but herself who was standing behind Stark watching the show.

"Don't lie to me! I've read the script! Your enemy is Tony Stark? How could it be me?"

No need for further introduction, the girl is Wanda and the boy is Quicksilver.

Those who have watched The Avengers should know something about them. Both of them had very tragic life stories.

A bomb with Stark Industries printed on it fell from the sky and killed their parents. The two children were forced to be locked up with a bomb that could explode at any time, making Wanda remember the name Stark firmly.

From then on, Wanda hated war, hated Stark Industries, and hated Tony Stark even more, the weapons merchant who had destroyed countless families.

Wanda and Quicksilver later voluntarily joined Hydra's human experiment. The experiment successfully activated their bloodline, giving them powerful super powers. They then took revenge on Tony Stark.

Charlotte knew the script by heart, so how come Spider-Man became the murderer right before his eyes?

You got the wrong script!!

"It's you!" Staring at Charlotte, Wanda gritted her teeth in hatred.

"You are the one who killed my mother. I would recognize you even if I turned into ashes!"

As she spoke, chaos magic began to churn between Wanda's hands, ready to avenge her mother.

"Wait..." Stark opened his arms, stood in front of Charlotte, and said righteously:

"Is there some misunderstanding here? As far as I know, Spider-Man, as a superhero, has not killed anyone since his debut last year. Why do you think he killed your mother?"

Charlotte originally wanted to have a lot of fun, but unexpectedly, she became the biggest fun.

It really makes people... look forward to it. What's going on?

"Never killed anyone? Debuted last year?" Wanda stared at Charlotte fiercely and sneered.

“My hometown is in Sokovia, a small country in Eastern Europe. It’s not a big country and wars often happen there. Even my home is small and poor, but it’s also warm and we are very happy.

Every day my brother and I sit in front of the TV, watching the fluctuating snow screen, waiting for the few program channels to appear.

But what I mostly got was the sound of air raid sirens resounding through the sky, the roar of bombers flying high in the sky, the dust that shook the ceiling and landed on my face, and my mother's face trying to comfort me with a forced smile.

Ordinary, painful, but satisfying to me.

But everything... was destroyed when I was nine years old. With a loud bang, a big hole was smashed in my home, my small and warm home. "

"I know that!" Charlotte raised her hand and added:

"It's a bomb that dropped from the sky and destroyed all your happiness."

“No——” Wanda looked at Charlotte with gritted teeth.

"It's you who fell from the sky - Spider-Man!!"

Charlotte tilted her head, and question marks appeared on her forehead one after another.

Wanda continued to accuse angrily:

“Two Spider-Men, fighting each other, showed up in my house, and my mother was forced to stand between them.

Then, my mother was surrounded by red and silver electric lights from the two Spider-Men, and when it was all over, my mother had been stabbed to death in front of Pietro and me.

Everything changed.

The police didn't believe anything we said, and my father was thrown into a Sokovia prison as a murderer, leaving Pietro and I alone to fend for ourselves.

I have been waiting and looking forward to the opportunity for revenge, and there has never been a day that I stopped looking forward to it, until... I saw you on TV again.

The messenger from hell - Spider-Man!"

It seems like something is not right, and yet it seems like nothing is right.

This origin story feels so familiar.

You two really got the wrong script, didn't you?

Rubbing his head, Charlotte pouted and said:

"What a joke! When you were 9 years old, I wasn't even 9 years old yet. How could I have killed your mother?"

A trace of hesitation flashed across Wanda's face. She stared at Charlotte and said, "I'm not going to give up.

"I don't believe it unless you take off your mask and show me!"

"Humph!" Charlotte raised her hand and refused in a loud voice:

"Spider-Man never takes off his mask!"