Realizing she had misspoken, Daisy hurriedly corrected herself. "Equipment. I meant equipment, like that outfit Oshtur wears."
Wanda was actually rather conservative too. Thinking of Oshtur's outfit, which exposed skin front and back and weighed barely four ounces in total, made her feel a little strange as well.
Seemingly noticing her hesitation, Daisy continued, "I think that outfit probably has some hidden trick to it. We won't wear it, but I can make you a new one in the same style. What color do you like?..."
Director Daisy had already begun calling herself a master tailor. It was just a bikini—how hard could that be?
Because of Wanda's affinity for darkness, she wove the fabric from Hell Spider silk, added obsidian powder to strengthen its magical resistance, and ground the fangs of the Norse sea monster Leviathan into fine needles to stitch the outfit bit by bit.
Wanda watched for a while and found it interesting, so she happily came over to help.
Sometimes she took measurements, sometimes she gestured with her hands.
While working, Daisy also helped Quicksilver make a piece of speed-reducing equipment that could remain activated normally and be switched off in battle.
"...Brother-in-law, She-Thor told me that Captain America and the others still haven't returned."
Daisy was a little surprised. "It's already been three days, and they still aren't back?..."
While someone had completely forgotten about Captain America's group, Captain America himself led his squad through layer after layer of obstacles. The New York Sanctum did not look large, but there were far too many evil creatures inside. They fought their way underground for three full days, slaughtered countless monsters, and finally encountered the target of this mission.
Doctor Strange, who loved playing the hero, had not been utterly crushed by the Materialist Empire. In the