As the Shadow King was defeated, the psychic dream that had enveloped all of New York quietly dissipated.
The clamor and smoke of reality flooded back into everyone's senses.
"Ugh..."
In the middle of the battlefield, Pietro Maximoff suddenly opened his eyes.
His body's instincts moved faster than his thoughts. Before he could even see what was in front of him, he turned into a streak of silver light and appeared dozens of meters away in an instant.
He steadied himself and warily scanned his surroundings, only then realizing that he was standing in the midst of a devastated battlefield.
"Pietro..."
Not far away, Wanda's lips moved slightly as she murmured unconsciously, then fell back into sleep.
"...What happened just now?"
Pietro looked bewildered.
He only remembered being awakened by Hank not long ago, then seeing Wanda lose control, scarlet energy nearly tearing apart the sky.
He had tried to stop her, but under the Shadow King's terrifying psychic power, his consciousness had once again been dragged into the abyss.
At that thought, he finally came to his senses and realized that something was wrong.
The battle was over. The Frost Sisters' ordeal was still fresh in his mind, and along with Wanda's abnormal behavior... all of it made him realize again that the Shadow King could no longer be trusted.
New York's situation had completely spiraled out of control, and Wanda was still unconscious. What he needed to do most now was take her away from this place of trouble.
Just then, a figure flew over at high speed from the distance, its red-and-gold paint job especially conspicuous amid the smoke.
"Wait, Maximoff!"
Iron Man called out to him from afar. "I need to talk to you two. It's something important..."
"Tony Stark..."
Quicksilver coldly watched the red-and-gold figure