Wanda Maximoff caught the faint metallic scent released by the electrostatic oxygen supply system in the air.
She also smelled wine. When her teacher had purchased the penthouse apartment for her, he had specifically arranged for engineers to build a temperature-controlled wine cellar, because wine tasting was also an elective course—whether she planned to remain by his side after leaving prison or follow the Avengers in pursuit of fame and fortune, these lessons would help wash away the narrow outlook of an Eastern European country girl. Yet Wanda Maximoff had progressed slowly in this course, which made her believe she was unfit to enter high society. Still, she was very familiar with the scent of this wine, because it was one the Emperor had drunk before. It was not as good as the Romanée-Conti and other wines the Emperor drank most often, and its style was completely out of place in the entire cellar. That was why she remembered it so clearly.
It was Retsina from Greece.
She reached her conclusion by combining the woman's clothing, accessories, and armor details with the clues. In truth, the scent of the wine did not exist. After extending her consciousness into the Sea of Aether, she had merely observed the aura emanating from the woman from another dimension and extracted a concept from it. It was like standing on Earth and receiving a particular photon from the sun: entirely random, a method of prophecy that manifested on the level of the Material Universe as intuition.
"You're Athena. He mentioned you to me." Wanda Maximoff looked around. Everything in the cabin had been frozen, and only she and Athena could move. However, she had no intention of standing up, and the dark crimson lightning crackling between her fingers showed no sign of weakening. "Did