Chapter 1870 - Little Witch, Hurry Up and Jump Into My Bag

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

A moment later, the door creaked open.

Walking into the shack that was only ten square meters in size, Luke glanced at the young woman sitting next to the bed. Hm, Wanda was a little unconventional.

She was wearing a dark red jacket and a black tank top. Her fair skin was a stark contrast to her black shirt.

Although the overall image wasn't especially outstanding, it was attractive enough.

It was just that she had dark circles under her eyes and long eyelashes, which made her look like a hipster.

Thankfully, her hair was still a normal brownish-red, and wasn't dyed gray or pink or purple.

Seeing the Dark Knight exit stealth mode after he closed the door, Wanda's face turned even whiter.

As long as a person wasn't isolated from the world, they would have more or less seen some news media on Batman or heard of some of his 'rules.'

The Dark Knight wasn't as famous as Batman, but most young people knew about this 'number one hardcore fan' of Batman.

Many hardcore fans even fantasized about joining the Bat Squad themselves and fighting alongside superheroes one day.

Unfortunately, their biggest problem was that they didn't have any money. The second biggest problem was that they didn't have any skills. The third problem was that they weren't strong.

Thus, no second cosplayer joined the Bat Squad.

But one of the basic requirements of a cosplayer was to emulate the original.

In this regard, the Dark Knight was a hardcore fan.

Like Batman, he never killed anyone.

Like Batman, he was determined to deal with bad guys every day by breaking their bones and crippling them.

Wanda had previously been too obsessed with revenge to think much about it.

Or rather, her hatred for Tony Stark made her not care about the consequences.

But now that the Dark Knight was standing in front of her, she realized that the huge figure in black armor was very oppressive.

Unconsciously, her stubbornness and obsession with revenge were pushed far to one side.

It wasn't because the Dark Knight was better than Iron Man – Wanda didn't care about that.

It was only right for her to go after Tony Stark to avenge her dead parents. On the other hand, the casualties and losses that had happened during this period were clearly within the range of punishment meted out by the Dark Knight.

The Knight hadn't killed her parents.

Not long ago, Wanda had glimpsed Ultron's plan to destroy mankind, and she was the number one accomplice in creating the best opportunity for it.

Ultron's plan left a huge impact on her soul.

Thus, when Wanda saw the Dark Knight, she reflexively felt a sense of guilt.

The blue and white lenses on the helmet only looked at her for a moment before they moved to look at the young man lying on the bed. "Is this your brother, Pietro Django Maximoff?"

Wanda nodded. She had a lot to say, but for a moment, she didn't know where to start.

Luke looked at the scan results displayed on the inside of his mask. "An irregular puncture wound. He's lost a fair amount of blood. The wound has been treated, but he's still bleeding internally. His life will be in danger in a few hours."

Wanda turned around and looked at her brother. "How can that be…"

Only then did she realize that Pietro, who had still been moving a little when Luke was at the door, was now unconscious and pale.

Red, wispy mist rose from her hands, and she anxiously pointed them at Pietro's wound.

Pa!

A black iron hand grabbed one wrist. "Your healing ability isn't very effective. Stop using your brother as a test subject."

Wanda was distressed.

She truly hadn't studied how she could use her ability for healing; otherwise, she wouldn't have missed Pietro's internal bleeding.

Pressing down on the witch with one hand, Luke reached for Pietro's waist with the other and pulled up his T-shirt.

A faint blue light shot out of his palm to envelop the wound on Pietro's abdomen.

The next moment, the lenses projected a 3D model of Pietro's wound in the air.

Luke zoomed in and drew a circle in a brighter color on the projection. "See this? There's a broken blood vessel here. You didn't deal with it."

Wanda was frustrated.

She could accept that her skills weren't good, but she absolutely couldn't accept killing her brother with her own hands.

Looking at her face, Luke thought for a moment before he said, "For our possible cooperation, I should show some sincerity first."

As he spoke, he turned off the blue scan, opened his palm, and pointed at Pietro's wound.

After the blue light disappeared, the room, which only had one window, suddenly turned dark in the glow of a hazy white light.

Wanda's eyes widened as she stared at the finger which glowed with a reedy white light. Her beautiful lips couldn't help but part. "A… a superpower?"

At that moment, the finger gently touched Pietro's wound.

The hideous wound on Pietro's abdomen healed at a visible rate. In less than 30 seconds, there were only a few bloodstains left on the skin.

Stunned for a moment, Wanda finally understood: Batman had never demonstrated any superpowers, but who was to say that his hardcore fan also had none?

Moreover, even if he did have superpowers, there was no need to flaunt them in front of the camera.

Looking at the dazed witch, Luke said, "Nobody in the Avengers knows that I have this ability, so keep this little secret to yourself."

He shifted his gaze. "Don't tell anyone, not even your brother."

Wanda found it strange. This Dark Knight… seemed easy to talk to?

Of course, Luke wouldn't tell Wanda how special she was.

She didn't react to Real Dream at all, and was a woman who was very resistant to Pheromone Control. However, a scan and analysis by the armor showed that she was no different from an ordinary human woman.

She had also been able to induce hallucinations in all the Avengers except for Hawkeye – this witch was definitely a rare commodity that he had to put into his bag.

Of course, there was one big problem — she was bright red in the system.

She was the one who had caused the tragedy at the port city.

It wasn't Ultron who had forced her to do it; she had done it out of revenge. She made Dr. Banner lose consciousness so that he couldn't suppress the Hulk at all.

Otherwise, there would be absolutely no way that Dr. Banner would let the Hulk kill so many people – just smashing up some buildings and cars was already pretty good.

But it wasn't uncommon for youngsters to impulsively provoke big disasters in their quest for revenge.

A certain tycoon had only started to cause trouble in his thirties – wasn't he now the leader of the Avengers?

Besides, bad guys were never a problem for Luke.

It was just like how Tony had initially sold weapons, but suddenly repented and now had a near-obsession with protecting the Earth.

For immature offenders like these, repenting and being a good person forever wasn't necessarily the only way to deal with the matter.

There was no need for Luke to feel guilty when he sheared the sheep.

If it were a woman who was a neutral yellow, he wouldn't use Real Dream or Pheromone Control to control them.

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Thus, from the moment he found the siblings, he had been laying a trap.