The Reward She Wanted

As Wanda's vast Chaos Magic forcibly stitched the Hell Rift shut like the finest needle and thread, the last trace of nauseating sulfurous stench was completely purified.

The pitch-black canopy that had shrouded Twilight Town for days was torn apart as if by an invisible giant hand.

At once, long-awaited sunlight poured down, dispelling all chill and despair.

On the town's streets, the residents who had been grotesquely twisted and possessed by evil spirits collapsed one after another like puppets whose strings had been cut.

The ashen pallor on their bodies quickly faded, and clarity gradually returned to their hollow eyes.

Though they were utterly weakened, their memories of what had happened were hazy, and they were filled with fear and confusion.

At the very least, their souls had returned to their own bodies.

The church doors were flung open, and the survivors emerged from the shelter, supporting one another and weeping as they basked in the sunlight, as though they had entered another world.

Captain America and Hawkeye immediately began organizing rescue efforts and maintaining order.

Natasha Romanoff stood at the church entrance, the setting sun casting a warm golden edge over her red hair.

She watched Wanda and 2B approach from the distance, their figures seeming incomparably tall amid the light and shadows.

The relief of surviving the disaster, the shock of witnessing such overwhelming power, and an indescribable urge intertwined within her heart.

Rather than immediately throwing herself into the cleanup work like Captain America and Barton, she quickly walked over to Wanda with a gentle smile.

"Wanda, 2B, we really have you to thank for coming to help this time. Otherwise, we probably wouldn't have made it back."

"There's no need for such formalities between us. We're sisters, after all. Besides, if something happened to you,