After seeing Wanda off.
Leon sat back down on the sofa and resumed his training.
This had been his daily routine over the past month.
Aside from occasionally assigning work to employees in various departments and paying Natasha and her sister their wages every night.
He had immersed himself almost entirely in training.
The reason he had made time to provide Wanda with psychological counseling.
Though there was a tiny, insignificant reason that he was attracted to her body.
The main reason was that Wanda had immense potential and practically no upper limit.
Helping her now meant helping his future self.
In Leon's eyes.
Wanda was among the most unique of the Marvel Cinematic Universe's many superheroes.
Not only were her abilities unique, but so were her personality and state of mind.
If Tony used a mortal body to stand shoulder to shoulder with gods.
And Star-Lord used the body of a god to stand shoulder to shoulder with mortals.
Then Wanda used a mortal heart to command divine power.
From the start of her story, driven by revenge, to its end, when she lost everything and sacrificed herself to bring it to a close.
She had only ever been an ordinary Sokovian girl who wanted a peaceful life.
Every bit of her growth had come from tragedy.
Every action she took to protect others had been pushed along from behind by her superpowers.
She had never possessed much initiative. Even becoming a superhero was only because she had awakened superpowers and felt responsible for doing something.
Just like Spider-Man after losing Uncle Ben.
Yet her determination to be a hero had never been firm. What she truly longed for was always a peaceful life.
If Wanda were given the chance to exchange Chaos Magic for a happy life where