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"Her power's hasn't even been activated by the Mind Stone yet... how can it be so powerful?"

Carl couldn't help but marvel as Wanda's emotions stabilized and the entire house returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

From the moment Carl arrived in this world and accepted his first major mission, he had already begun analyzing Wanda's abilities.

According to what he remembered from his previous life, there were many theories—some said she was a mutant, others believed her powers were awakened by the Mind Stone, and still others claimed her chaos magic originated from the dark entity, Chthon.

But Carl always leaned toward the last explanation. After all, in the series, Wanda had displayed reality-warping powers before ever coming into contact with the Mind Stone. She once used her latent magic to halt a Stark missile, saving both herself and her brother.

So, in his view, the Mind Stone merely acted as a catalyst, accelerating the awakening of a power that already lay dormant within her.

The Mind Stone, after all, was a source of cosmic spiritual energy—its primary ability being mental manipulation.

And Wanda... she was unique. Her strength grew in tandem with her emotional instability. When her feelings spiraled out of control, her power surged—wild and untamed.

Carl even suspected that Quicksilver's abilities weren't his alone. Perhaps they were a byproduct of Wanda's reality-altering instincts.

Back when the Stark missile was about to explode in front of them, Wanda's first thought must have been to prevent it from detonating. Her second? To make sure her brother could run fast enough to get them out of harm's way.

That might have been the moment her chaos magic truly awakened—bending the world around her to match her desires. The missile failed to explode, and Pietro—her brother—suddenly possessed superhuman speed.

And when the Mind Stone later interacted with her powers, it amplified the chaos within her. Pietro became even faster, and Wanda herself began to reach terrifying new heights.

Carl's suspicion wasn't without basis. After all, during the Westview incident, Wanda used her powers to create Vision—body and all. She even replicated the Mind Stone on his forehead. If that didn't prove the near-divine scope of chaos magic, nothing could.

Sometimes, Carl would muse: even without the Mind Stone, Wanda would've become a powerhouse in her own right—if only her emotions were pushed far enough.

Just like earlier—when she feared for Carl's life—her panic alone was enough to stir the chaos within her.

It reminded him of just how important he truly was to her . He half-wanted to go tell the agents of SHIELD, Hydra, and the U.S. Government: "Don't mess with me. If I die, your whole reality might unravel."

Sure, Carl wasn't exactly innocent—he killed when necessary. But he only ever targeted criminals and enemies. Wanda, on the other hand, could wipe out entire universes if she lost control.

Of course, those were just thoughts. The more pressing matter was his own strength. Because if he died, it wouldn't matter how angry Wanda got—he'd still be dead.

"Carl, I want to learn magic," Wanda said suddenly, holding up a worn spellbook with intense seriousness. "Teach me. I want to protect you."

Carl smiled warmly, nodding.

"Alright. Things are calm at the Hudson Group for now. I'll start teaching you at home."

He patted his chest confidently, grinning like a show-off.

"Don't worry. Your husband is pretty strong."

And he wasn't bluffing. After completing missions in two separate worlds, Carl's strength had skyrocketed. His life-preserving abilities alone meant only someone on the level of Odin or the Ancient One could pose a real threat to him.

In a crisis, he could create a shadow clone as a decoy, then teleport away to safety.

"Then let's begin now!" Wanda said with a laugh.

But instead of jumping into lessons, Carl scooped her up into his arms and began carrying her toward the bedroom.

"It's already late. We'll start fresh in the morning."

They hadn't seen each other for half a year. Some bonding time was only natural.

"But... it's not even ten yet..." Wanda protested, pouting.

The next morning, after a night filled with emotional reconnection, Carl began Wanda's magical training in earnest.

With the main quest complete, he wasn't overly concerned about the company's day-to-day operations—especially with Jack and David overseeing the Hudson Group's affairs.

He had even less reason to worry about the lab experiments.

All the research Dr. Banner had gathered regarding the Hulk gene and super soldier serum was being mirrored at the Sokovia-based research lab. Dr. Smith and Dr. Lister were currently focused on developing a genetic enhancer to improve physical fitness. Carl would only step in once their findings reached a conclusive stage.

But that would take time. In the meantime, there were no current side quests granting access to small worlds—and he wasn't in a rush.

Staying home with Wanda, relaxing, and teaching her magic sounded far better.

"Wanda, today we'll begin with the basics—magic theory," Carl explained, gesturing to a small blackboard he'd set up.

"Don't worry. Magic isn't as hard as it seems. We'll take it one step at a time."

Wanda sat cross-legged on the couch, clutching her "Magic Theory" book like a student eager to learn.

Carl began explaining.

Wizardry was typically linked to bloodlines—specific inheritances that allowed the transformation of ambient energy into structured magic.

In contrast, Wanda's power stemmed from Chthon's chaos magic. While the origin differed, the fundamentals of channeling and shaping magical energy were the same.

By noon, Carl was hitting his stride—drawing from his experience tutoring Credence in the "Fantastic Beasts" world. His explanations were clear, layered, and enthusiastic.

But Wanda… had long since zoned out.

She'd started out focused, but her eyes soon glazed over. By the time Carl turned around to ask a question, she was fast asleep—curled up with the book like a warm pillow.

Carl chuckled softly.

He wasn't disappointed. Not really.

Wanda had never studied structured magic before. Unlike someone like Doctor Strange—who could memorize spellbooks in a week—Wanda was self-taught, intuitive. Her magic had always come from instinct and raw emotion.

Even the Darkhold didn't require much intellectual effort. It simply poured knowledge into the mind—completely bypassing the learning process.

"Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way," Carl muttered.

Perhaps trying to teach her theory was a mistake. It might be better to start with the actual spells—give her something tangible to connect with.

Still, Carl could see Wanda was frustrated when she woke up.

"I'm sorry… I just don't understand any of it," she mumbled.

Her cheeks were red, embarrassed by how little she'd retained.

But Carl gave her a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry. We'll try a different approach tomorrow."

And this time, he meant to let her feel the magic—just like she always had.