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Chapter 1065 Wanda's Dangerous Identity?
"Peter?"

Stephen's voice was filled with disbelief, and he almost instinctively put down his glass. "You... how did you get here?"

Peter walked slowly toward him, as relaxed as if he were attending a gathering of old friends.

His gaze swept over the barely touched glass of wine in Stephen's hand, then glanced at Christine, who was dancing her first dance with the groom in the distance.

"It's a long story, Stephen, but I have an idea for you now."

"What do you think?"

Peter sighed deliberately. "I think the most painful thing in the world is when the bride gets married, but the groom isn't herself. Don't you agree, Dr. Strange?"

Peter immediately reopened Doctor Strange's wounds.

Stephen felt a sudden wave of embarrassment and subconsciously touched his nose.

"Ahem," he coughed, trying to regain some of the Sorcerer Supreme's composure.

“Sometimes, we can’t change our fate. Christine prefers a stable life, while I yearn to explore more unknown areas. Inevitably, I am surrounded by danger. Perhaps this is the best outcome.”

"is it?"

Peter nodded in a mocking manner. “You really have a broad perspective to think like that. I know a Doctor Strange from another universe. He’s different from you. Although he was also in a car accident, he was unharmed, but his girlfriend Christine died. In order to resurrect his girlfriend, he went around learning magic and eventually became the Sorcerer Supreme.”

Upon hearing Peter's words, Stephen's mouth dropped open in astonishment.

"Later, whenever the night was quiet, Doctor Strange would think that Doctor Strange in other timelines had girls, and he would feel a little unbalanced. Everyone was Doctor Strange, so why was he the only one who was single? Anyway, now that the Ancient One was dead, no one could stop him, so he decided to reverse time and let Christine live."

Stephen: "."

"But Rintaro Okabe's experience in Steins;Gate tells us that it is very difficult to change the past. No matter what Doctor Strange does, whether he changes his route, stays at home, or simply doesn't go to see Christine, he cannot stop Christine's death."

"When Doctor Strange was in despair, the Ancient One appeared. The Ancient One said that Christine's death was a crucial absolute point in time. Only after she died could you become the Sorcerer Supreme, and without becoming the Sorcerer Supreme, you would not be able to come back to save her. Therefore, Christine had to die no matter what."

Hearing this, Doctor Strange's throat went dry. "So... what did he do later, give up on resurrecting Christine?"

Regarding the ending

Peter hesitated for a moment, then smiled at him. "If it were you, what would you do?"

"I?"

Stephen was taken aback.

He had never thought about this question.

He wanted to say he wouldn't do that, but looking at Christine laughing in the distance, he hesitated.

Stephen, whose Dao heart was somewhat unsettled, quickly changed the subject, "Who knows? After all, this kind of thing has never happened around me before. By the way, what are you doing here? Did something happen?"

He knew Peter; the guy would never attend a wedding for no reason, especially not just to make fun of his heartbreak.

Peter's teasing expression faded, and he didn't press Stephen about his choice.

His expression turned serious. "Something has indeed happened, and it may be related to you."

He turned to the side and gestured.

It was only then that Stephen noticed that Peter had not come alone.

Near the bench where Peter had just been sitting, several other figures also stood up.

A mysterious young woman dressed in a black fitted long dress – Raven.

Seeing Raven, Stephen's tense nerves relaxed a little.

Although Raven's power is different from the magic he uses, it also originates from the other dimension. The two have had a lot of exchanges on the level of magic (or supernatural power), and their relationship is quite good.

Raven nodded slightly to him as a greeting, "Hello, Doctor, it's been a long time."

Standing next to Raven was a young man dressed in dark casual clothes with a cold expression.

Bruce and Doctor Strange weren't close, and he only nodded slightly.

Then Azu came into his sight.

Stephen's impression of Azu was far from good; the guy was incredibly strong but had a terrible personality and was narcissistic and arrogant.

Finally, what caught his eye was a girl wearing a plaid shirt and jeans.

Stephen's heart skipped a beat when his gaze fell on her.

This girl…he’s seen her before!

Not in reality, but in those fragmented images he saw in his dreams.

"This...who is...?"

Stephen calmed himself down, pointed to the girl who had appeared in his dream, and asked Peter in surprise.

"I forgot to introduce her to you, this is America Chavez."

Peter asked him, "What, you know her?"

"Yes, but I've only seen it in my dreams. I never thought I would see it in reality."

Stephen frowned, his questioning gaze returning to America. "Those...were they more than just dreams?"

America looked at Stephen, her eyes filled with doubt.

When the other person asked if she was dreaming, she shook her head vigorously and said firmly:
"No, it wasn't a dream. Those things really happened, things that happened in my universe. I was being chased by monsters, and there was... another you. He initially wanted to help me, but later..."

She seemed to recall some horrific scene, paused for a moment, and then continued, "Later, it seemed he also wanted to steal my power, and then he died, to protect me."

Her words were somewhat incoherent, but Stephen understood them and his expression became unusually serious.

The scene I saw was not a dream, but something that was actually happening in another universe?
America took a deep breath and began to recount her ordeal in more detail.

This includes how she was chased by the Bewitching One, how she met Doctor Strange, the Defender, how the two escaped, how the Doctor tried to absorb her energy after being injured, and how she was ultimately pierced by the Bewitching One.

At the last moment, the energy she unleashed opened a portal to the multiverse, and she, the Doctor (and the Book of Vishanti) fell into the DC Universe, where they were rescued by Artoria and Zatanna, and eventually found by Peter.

"...I can't control it."

America lowered her head in anguish, looking at her fist. "It only comes out on its own when I'm terrified. I have no idea how to use it."

Stephen listened quietly, his expression growing increasingly serious.

He understood completely.

This girl contains the key to the multiverse, a treasure coveted by countless dimensional demons and dark beings.

She herself, however, is like an infant carrying gold in a bustling city, completely unable to protect this power, and instead will attract endless pursuit because of it.

The fate of Doctor Strange in another universe is a bloody testament to this.

"I understand……"

Stephen said in a low voice, "Your power is something that those dimensional demons and dark beings have always wanted. If you can't control it, it means disaster."

He looked at Peter with a complicated expression and said, "The 'me' you met was a pity."

He mourns for another version of himself, and at the same time, he is wary of similar temptations he may face.

Peter nodded: "So, we came to see you, partly to confirm the girl's situation, and partly..."

He paused, then added, "It's also for Wanda's sake."

Upon hearing Wanda's name, Stephen suddenly had a bad feeling.

In his view, things would only get worse once Wanda was involved.

"Wanda? What happened to her?"

Stephen immediately pressed for details, instinctively assuming that Wanda was also involved.

"I'm a little worried about her."

Peter frowned slightly and said to him, "In a way, I changed Wanda's fate, but I'm worried... what if some shadow from another universe, or the lingering influence of the Dark Book, comes after her again? Has she been acting strangely lately?"

Peter couldn't very well say that he had read the script and that Wanda was playing the villain, so he could only give a vague answer.

Stephen thought about it carefully and shook his head firmly: "No, at least as far as I know, everything is normal."

"Since the Thanos incident, she has spent most of her time on the farm you left her with Pietro (Quicksilver) and rarely goes out. I visited her a while ago and she was in a stable mental state. She is still learning how to control chaos magic more precisely and is even trying to use chaos magic to cultivate the farm's plants."

Peter listened attentively, but the worry on his face had not completely disappeared.

He knew that Wanda's inner world was far more fragile and complex than she appeared, and it was also the easiest point of attack for dark forces to exploit.

"I have to go see her."

Peter hesitated for a moment, then said to Doctor Strange, "I'll only be at ease if I see it with my own eyes."

"Now?"

Stephen glanced around at the ongoing wedding ceremony. "Do you need me to come along?"

Peter shook his head: "No need, you should stay here."

His gaze swept meaningfully over Christine, who was dancing. "Don't you have to say goodbye to your ex-girlfriend? Besides, you need to be careful here. Who knows if that Eye Demon or something else will track America's energy traces and find its way here? Raven, Bruce, and Azu will stay behind to help you."

Upon hearing Peter's words, Azu waved to Stephen, "Don't worry, Doctor, with me here, I guarantee your wedding... oh no, I mean your ex-girlfriend's wedding, will be absolutely safe and sound."

"By the way, I'm missing my old friends from S.H.I.E.L.D., didn't they come to the wedding?"

Azu's tone was enthusiastic, but Stephen wanted to give the brat a beating.

Why are you bringing up something you don't want to talk about?
Will the Avengers attend my ex-girlfriend's wedding?
Stephen's lips twitched, barely suppressing his emotions, and he said to Azu with displeasure, "They didn't come. This isn't my wedding, so naturally they won't come."

Peter pretended not to hear their conversation, gave America a reassuring look, nodded to Raven and Bruce, and then, with a slight flicker, vanished silently as if blending into the air. Stephen looked at the spot where Peter had disappeared, then at the group of "guests" beside him from different universes, representing trouble and the unknown, and finally at Christine in the distance, completely unaware of everything and still immersed in happiness. He couldn't help but sigh deeply.

My life is like this, destined to be anything but peaceful, with all sorts of troubles every day.

Perhaps it's a good thing that she left me.

at the same time.

Peter appeared in a quiet rural area.

This place is strikingly similar to his farm in Kansas—the same open fields, the same fresh air, and even the layout and style of the farmhouses are almost identical.

Upon entering the farm, Peter found it unusually quiet.

It was afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, a time that should have brought life, but instead, it was deathly still.

Everything seemed normal, even... too calm.

Peter frowned slightly, his senses spreading throughout the entire farm.

There were no signs of battle, no remnants of dark energy, and no indication that space had been forcibly torn or distorted.

The farmhouse had a strong sense of everyday life, with things neatly arranged, and there was even a half-finished, cold cup of tea on the table.

But there was no one.

Wanda isn't here, and neither is Quicksilver.

Peter went into the farmhouse and examined it carefully.

The bed in the bedroom was made very clean, all the clothes in the closet were there, and there was fresh food in the kitchen.

It didn't look like they left in a hurry; it seemed more like the owner had just gone out for a short walk.

However, Peter still felt an indescribable sense of unease permeating the air.

Peter then closed his eyes, trying to perceive more subtle clues.

He mobilized a portion of the power of the Sandman artifact to sense lingering emotions and fragments of dreams.

His senses quickly picked up on something.

Some extremely faint fragments of emotion, filled with anxiety and longing.

There was also a kind of suppressed, heart-wrenching sadness and emptiness, which, although the owner tried to cover it up, still left a trace.

Peter suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing tightly.

Not right.

Something must have happened to Wanda.

Kama Taj.

Doctor Strange has brought Azu and the others here.

Stephen briefly explained the situation to the king, emphasizing that America was "Peter's important guest" and needed protection.

Although Wang looked reluctant, he still nodded.

Bruce automatically went into alert mode, silently observing every exit, energy node, and potential defense vulnerability of Kamar-Taj, his mind racing as he devised several contingency plans.

Raven remained relatively calm. She felt somewhat familiar with the magical atmosphere here, found a quiet corner to sit down, and continued reading her book, as if the tense atmosphere around her had nothing to do with her.

Azu, on the other hand, developed a strong interest in this ancient building full of "Eastern mystery," especially in the glittering magical artifacts.

He would occasionally reach out to touch it and comment on it, causing the monks around him to watch him nervously, fearing that he would damage the precious ritual implements.

America was put to rest in a secluded guest room, where a sorcerer was assigned to take care of her, but she was clearly still shaken and felt extremely uneasy about everything around her.

Stephen breathed a slight sigh of relief as he looked at the situation, which was temporarily under control, but his doubts and sense of urgency remained undiminished.

Peter went to check on Wanda's situation, but there has been no news from her yet, which makes him feel uneasy.

He needs to contact Peter to exchange information.

"Your Majesty, I'm leaving this place to you for now."

Stephen said to the king.

"Come back as soon as possible."

Stephen nodded and opened a portal to the New York Temple.

Compared to the hustle and bustle and potential risks of Kamar-Taj, the New York temple appears remarkably tranquil at this moment.

As always, the temple hall was filled with the scents of wood, ancient books, and faint magical spices.

Everything seemed just as it had been when he left.

He needs to contact Peter immediately.

As Doctor Strange reached the center of the temple, he prepared to cast a communication spell—

"Stephen?"

A familiar, even slightly surprised, female voice came from behind him.

Stephen froze abruptly. That voice… He turned around in disbelief.

Wanda Maximov was standing beside the spiral staircase of the temple, smiling at him.

She was wearing a simple off-white knit sweater and dark trousers, her hair was casually tied up, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks, and she looked very healthy.

"Wanda?"

Stephen was completely stunned, his mind reeling for a moment. "You... how did you get here?"

Didn't Peter go to the farm to find her?
Did we miss it?
Wanda walked over, her smile natural and friendly: "I have something I'd like to tell you."

She said in a relaxed tone, "But you, Stephen, isn't today Christine's wedding? Why are you back so soon?"

Wanda's information network is clearly very well-informed.

Stephen's thoughts were still on Peter and America, and he subconsciously replied, "The wedding... well, something unexpected happened."

"Accident?"

Wanda tilted her head with concern. "Are you alright? You don't look well."

"I am fine."

Stephen shook off his thoughts about the wedding and, remembering the important matter, his tone became serious. "Wanda, you've come at the right time. Did you... run into Peter just now?"

"Peter?"

Wanda's eyes lit up instantly, filled with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

"Peter's here? Where is he?"

She immediately looked around, her tone becoming urgent, "Did he come to see me?"

Wanda's reaction perfectly matched Stephen's understanding of her—her deep emotional dependence on and admiration for Peter was evident.

This made Stephen even more puzzled. Peter clearly went to the farm, so why didn't he run into her?
He did go to see you.

Stephen frowned. "He said he was worried about you and went to the farm, but you don't seem to be there. Didn't you see him?"

A hint of disappointment flashed across Wanda's face. "No, Pietro and I came to town early this morning to buy some things. He went to see a movie, so I came to the temple to find you. Sir went to the farm to look for me? He was worried about me? Why? Did something happen?"

She bombarded Doctor Strange with a barrage of questions.

Stephen sighed; it seemed he had missed his chance.

He decided to tell Wanda about the situation, since she was also a powerful Avenger and might be able to offer help.

"Something did happen, and it's related to a girl."

He carefully chose his words and said to Wanda, "A girl has come from another universe. She has the ability to travel through the multiverse, but she can't control it and is being hunted by monsters who covet her power."

Wanda asked in surprise, "What about the girl? Is she alright? She must have been terrified."

"She's alright for now, she's in Kamar-Taj, being looked after by the King."

Stephen continued, "Peter and I are worried that those who are hunting her might also take notice of our universe."

He relaxed a little: "Perhaps, when Peter returns, we can discuss how to protect that girl. Your chaos magic might be able to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wanda suddenly interrupted him. Her tone remained gentle, but the suggestion she made made Stephen feel a strange sense of unease:

"Stephen, since that girl is so dangerous, why don't you let America come to me?"

Stephen nodded subconsciously: "Yes, we need to find a safe place... huh?"

His movements suddenly stopped, and his head, which had been half-nodding, froze in mid-air.

Stephen slowly raised his head and refocused on Wanda's face, which still wore a concerned smile.

The room was so quiet that only the faint noise of the city outside the window and the ticking of the old clock's second hand could be heard.

Stephen felt his throat go dry, and he heard his own voice tinged with nervousness and disbelief, "...Wanda, what...what did you say her name was?"

He clearly remembered that throughout the entire conversation, he had only ever said "a girl".

The girl's name was never mentioned.

(End of this chapter)