"Wanda, you're not only irresponsible but also violent?" Amon chuckled, his gaze lingering on Wanda, dressed in a man's shirt. The contrast was undeniable, a surprising twist that added a touch of charm to her already captivating presence.
"Have...have we met before?" Wanda asked, her bright eyes fixed on Amon. She couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity, a sense of connection that seemed impossible. Could it have been in the Hydra labs? After all, he possessed extraordinary abilities.
Her mind raced, searching for any memory, but nothing came to light.
"No," Amon replied, his fingers gently tracing the contours of her skin. "My dear witch, you're trying to avoid responsibility by playing coy."
The truth was, when Wanda had attempted to invade his mind, the Phoenix Force had instinctively surged forth, repelling her intrusion. The Phoenix Force, a power capable of resisting any mental manipulation, held an ancient bond with the Chaos Magic coursing through Wanda's veins. Both were among the oldest forms of energy in existence, their connection undeniable.
"I..." Wanda stammered, her gaze dropping. She knew it was her use of Chaos Magic that had led to this situation. But how could she possibly take responsibility?
As she pondered her response, Amon, towering over her at nearly six feet tall, leaned in, his presence filling the room with a potent mix of testosterone and anticipation.
"Don't you think you should take responsibility?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
Wanda's heart pounded against her ribs, her mind flooded with thoughts she couldn't articulate. "Don't...don't do anything rash..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Rash? You're the one who needs to be responsible," Amon countered, his gaze locking with hers.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Mr. Amon, Mr. Stark is here!" the maid's voice called from outside.
"Tony?" Wanda's face blanched. She couldn't imagine the consequences if Tony Stark discovered what had happened.
Amon noticed her panic and smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't worry, he's here for me."
He had acquired a stake in Stark Industries through a system reward, making him a minor shareholder and putting him in occasional contact with Tony.
"Oh...thank goodness..." Wanda breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Tony wasn't here for her, she was safe.
But Amon's next words sent a shiver down her spine.
"You seem awfully relieved," he said, his lips brushing against her chin. "You wouldn't want Tony to find out about this, would you?"
Wanda felt a surge of anger and frustration. He was taking advantage of the situation, and his words were laced with a playful cruelty that made her skin crawl.
"You..."
"Mr. Amon, Mr. Stark is in the living room."
"I know," Amon said, his eyes still fixed on Wanda. "This is your last chance, my dear witch. Otherwise, I'll have to tell Tony everything."
"Tell him?" Wanda gasped. "He should be the one telling you off!"
Her breathing quickened, the rise and fall of her chest accentuated by the tight-fitting shirt. She couldn't believe how bold he was, how shameless he was in his actions.
"You decide," Amon said, his gaze lingering on her flushed face.
Wanda scanned the room, her eyes landing on the notepad and pen on the nightstand. She scrambled to the bedside table and scribbled down a phone number.
"Here's my number. Call me if you need anything," she said, handing him the paper.
Amon took the note, his gaze filled with skepticism. He pulled out his phone and punched in the number.
"You keep digging pushing driving like a hammer hitting in my headspace..."
Wanda's phone on the table began to ring. Amon hung up, his face a mix of amusement and suspicion.
"You don't trust me?" Wanda asked, her voice laced with annoyance.
"It was my first time, I have to be careful," Amon replied, a smug grin spreading across his face.
"Where are my clothes?" Wanda asked, her hand instinctively reaching for her chest. She couldn't wait to get out of this room.
"They've been cleaned and are in the closet," Amon said. "You're leaving already? Tony's at the door."
"I can go out the window," Wanda said, gesturing towards the open window. She didn't want to risk running into Tony under these circumstances. The team was already under intense public scrutiny, and she didn't want to add to the drama.
"Alright, but keep your phone on," Amon said, watching her with a playful smirk.
Wanda, feeling like a thief, slipped out the window, her heart pounding in her chest.
"She's acting like a criminal," Amon chuckled.
[Ding! You have established a special relationship with the Scarlet Witch, Wanda!]
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