Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Island battlefield.

Despite having already heard Gwen's account of the final outcome, everyone remained anxiously waiting for Peter's arrival.

One second, five seconds, ten minutes... one hour.

A full hour has passed.

Although everyone knew that dealing with such a terrifying monster would not be an easy task that could be accomplished in just one hour.

But everyone was still getting impatient.

Wanda's eyes were filled with concern.

Even now, she was still recalling Peter's domineering words, "He even dared to touch my girl," and her face unconsciously turned as red as if it were on fire.

That feeling of peace and security is truly intoxicating.

Will I still have the chance to enjoy that luxurious sense of security?

Just as he was thinking this, Tony suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"Huh? That voice is... Jarvis, you're back?!"

The HUD interface inside the suit lit up, and Jarvis's familiar voice echoed in Tony's ears:

"Yes, sir, it's a pleasure to see you again. Although I don't know exactly what happened, I am definitely back, and there are no anomalies in my database."

"Could it be...?"

Tony's eyes lit up, and the next second, he saw the Ultron robots, which were shattered on the ground and still struggling from time to time, disappear in an orderly fashion with the wind!

"This is……"

The group exchanged glances, their eyes filled with surprise and delight.

There's probably only one explanation for such a "miracle"!

"It seems he succeeded," the Ancient One said with a smile, sealing the deal.

"Of course, he's an all-powerful judge!" Gwen replied without hesitation.

Just then, Daisy's body glowed with a purple light, and the next second, an unharmed Peter appeared behind everyone.

"Hey everyone, is the victory party ready?"

……

It was late at night.

In Peter's room.

He and Gwen lay side by side on the bed, enjoying the tranquility after the great battle.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank that guy Ultron. If it weren't for him, I would have had to wait another 73 days to taste my sweetheart."

Hearing this, Gwen couldn't help but chuckle and then bit him on the chest.

"He just makes me happy."

"It's not like you'd really want me to make Felicia and the others happy."

"You're going to die~"

After some playful fighting, Gwen lay back in Peter's arms and suddenly spoke somewhat abruptly:

"Speaking of which, it's been almost two months since Wanda joined the Avengers, hasn't it? Aren't you planning to... deal with her situation?"

Peter instinctively sensed the danger and subconsciously tightened the male dog's waist:

"What could possibly happen between us? We're just comrades-in-arms."

"I don't believe you!" Gwen rolled her eyes, then leaned against Peter's chest and said seriously:

"I can sense that she depends on you a lot and likes you very much."

Peter paused, looking at Gwen's serious expression, and vaguely realized something.

Seeing his expression, Gwen finally opened up:

"The Ancient One told me about the Dark Book and the Scarlet Witch."

"Wanda now lacks a spiritual anchor. Once her mind is corrupted by negative emotions, she could easily be seduced by the power of the Dark Book and fall into becoming a demon capable of destroying the world."

"Although I am confident that I can subdue her using the power of the Book of Vishanti if I am forced to..."

Gwen paused, then nestled back into Peter's arms, almost greedily inhaling his comforting scent, and gently snuggled against him in the most comfortable position.

"But I still believe that only love can be the best insurance for her."

"A Scarlet Witch bathed in love and filled with sunshine is the only one who will never be swallowed by darkness."

"so……"

At this point, she released her arms from Peter's neck and gently kissed his forehead:

"Go, tell her that she is no longer a poor girl who can only depend on her brother for survival."

……

A burst of crimson magic unlocked the door.

When Peter entered the house, this was the scene he saw—

Wanda was sitting alone on the carpet, intently watching an old-fashioned black-and-white sitcom playing on the television.

That was her and Pietro's favorite show when they were kids.

Whenever she sees the warm and harmonious family in the play, she can temporarily forget the war in Sokovia and the cruelty of reality.

Hearing the knock, she turned off the TV with some confusion and went to open the door.

When she saw Peter standing outside the door, a look of surprise flashed across her face, followed by some unease.

"Peter? What can I do for you so late?"

"I can't sleep, I want to talk to someone." Peter walked in with a smile and sat down next to her naturally.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the television still on, silently playing images.

Peter spoke first: "Watching 'I Love Lucy'?"

"Mmm." Wanda nodded, her voice very soft.

Peter, with remarkable ease, sat down next to Wanda:

"Tell me, what's this show about?"

Wanda's body visibly tensed up, but she forced herself to relax after taking two deep breaths.

She began to recount the old TV series, which she had watched no less than twenty times, as naturally as possible.

She can accurately recite the classic scenes from each episode, and even imitate the tone and accent of the characters in the show.

The two chatted about the TV series, and the atmosphere became relaxed and warm. Wanda's usually tense face unconsciously put on a smile.

Wanda couldn't remember the last time she felt so simply happy over something so small.

Since her parents died, her world has been filled with hatred and revenge.

After joining the Avengers, she always acted only with Pietro, remaining on the fringes of the organization like an outsider.

Only in Peter's presence could she feel relaxed like never before.

This man always seemed to be able to see through her tough exterior to her vulnerability and insecurity.

"Peter."

Finally, Wanda suddenly spoke up, interrupting the canned laughter on the television.

"Hmm?" Peter turned his head and looked at her.

Moonlight streamed through the window and fell on her face, clearly reflecting Peter's image in her beautiful eyes.

I think I've... fallen for you.

Peter just looked at her without saying a word.

Wanda gradually forgot to breathe, her mind went blank, and even her face turned pale. She lowered her head and whispered as if mocking herself:

"I'm sorry, did I... cause you any trouble? Just pretend I didn't say anything."

As she spoke, she got up and tried to leave the room.

But the next second, her wrist was grabbed by a warm, large hand.

Peter pulled her back into his arms with a little effort.

"I'm the one who should be saying sorry."

Peter looked down at the petite figure in his arms, his voice tinged with apology.

"I should have come to find you a long time ago."

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed Wanda's still slightly trembling lips...