Wanda's gaze fell on the bloodied mess of silver hair amid the rubble.
Pietro knelt on one knee, his left shoulder caved in, bloody foam still spilling from his mouth. His other hand remained locked around Coulson's collar.
"Brother..."
The next second, dark red light erupted from her.
Every piece of rubble in the underground passage rose into the air, hovering and spinning with a hum. The two rows of Skrulls standing along the walls were slammed against them by the blast, sliding down one after another with their hands over their heads.
Watching Wanda's power, Lucian formed a rough assessment.
Her newly awakened Chaos Magic had only been LV5. After taking the drug, mental stimulation had pushed it to LV6. After the battle with the Eternals and these past few days studying under the Ancient One, it was at least LV7.
"You hurt him."
Wanda raised her right hand, spread her fingers, and shoved forward.
A dark red beam of magical power struck the monster square in the chest. The stitched-together creature had just raised its enormous Hulk arm and had no time to react. It was blasted backward, smashing the emergency exit's iron door and frame into the earth behind it.
Before it could climb up, dark red magic caught up with the monster, coiling around its limbs and neck like countless whips and pinning it to the ground. The nearby concrete, rebar, and rubble all floated up, then began to disintegrate.
The monster let out a shrill howl.
The places bound by magic slowly turned transparent. That matter was losing its original shape. For the first time in Wanda's hands, Chaos Magic's reality-rewriting power bared its fangs.
She was going to erase this thing from the world outright.
Wong gripped the Wand of Watoomb, holding his other