"So, that strange dream we just had was actually real. If that Ghost King hurt us in the dream, we would suffer the same injuries in reality." The old lady summed up Wanda's words.
The women in the RV gathered around the little table, lounging comfortably on the sofas as they chatted over coffee Henry had brewed.
Henry, meanwhile, used Kitty as a cushion and sat on the floor. He had no choice; ever since the Scarlet Witch got in, the tabby had been restless and agitated. A Kryptonian had to personally keep her under control.
Quicksilver had wanted to lean against the tiger pillow too. Unfortunately, Kitty seemed allergic to Mutants—she bit anyone who came near, nearly taking off one of the speedster's arms. So he could only drag over a chair and sit in the RV's aisle.
Wanda saw nothing wrong with the old lady's conclusion. That so-called Ghost King was only capable of bullying ordinary people. Against truly capable spellcasters or certain people with special abilities, he was not much stronger than a normal person.
Then Wanda glared viciously at the brother who had blown her out of hiding and held out her hand. "Pietro, give it to me."
Looking wary, Quicksilver poked at the storage box where he kept his camera like a puppy guarding its food. "What do you mean? I'm not giving that camera back. You made it for me, and it's a treasure I cherish deeply."
"I'm not taking the camera. You must have notes or maps for all those places you found. Let me see them."
Once the camera was no longer mentioned, Quicksilver relaxed somewhat. He pulled out the notebook with maps tucked inside and handed it over.
"What do you want that for? Are you going to go there first