"What are you trying to do?!" Pietro Maximoff's face darkened as he stepped in front of his sister, Wanda Maximoff, staring in alarm as Stephen Strange approached.
"Don't be afraid, child. I won't hurt you." Stephen wore a gentle expression as he offered the kind explanation. He pressed his right index and middle fingers together and pointed them toward Pietro Maximoff's forehead.
Pietro Maximoff's eyes flew wide. His body seemed beyond his control as he watched Stephen Strange's two fingers move in from the edge of his vision, filling it completely, blotting out the sky as they touched his forehead.
Boom—
It was like a world-creating explosion detonating in Pietro Maximoff's mind. It was also as if he had fallen into the Milky Way, while vast amounts of information began playing endlessly in his mind.
A different future, one without He-El, unfolded in his mind.
"What did you do to Pietro?!" Behind Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff saw Stephen Strange pin her brother in place with a finger to his forehead, leaving him completely unresponsive. A furious red glow of Chaos Magic flickered deep in her beautiful eyes, and the fluctuations of Chaos Magic spilled from her body along with her rage.
Her eyes gradually turned an enraged crimson. Dark-red Chaos Magic overflowed from her body, her spun dress began to billow, and her hair drifted upward. A vast pressure surged toward Stephen Strange and Nick Fury, making their expressions shift.
Stephen Strange's face tightened. In a flash, faster than the eye could follow, he moved to Wanda Maximoff's side and swiftly extended a finger toward her forehead.
Wanda Maximoff only saw a blur before Stephen Strange touched her forehead. Harmless information burst into her mind. She felt herself take form within the space of her consciousness, where scenes of the