The 5000-year-old girl in American comics

"Thank you." Diana kissed Wanda, who looked like a little butterfly, then put the ice cream Wanda had taken out back into Wanda's arms. "You eat it. I don't eat ice cream these days."

Wanda nodded, returned to her seat on the sofa, and sat down once more.

Pietro was now in a bit of a panic. He was afraid that Diana would find out he had used his powers to go out for a stroll, since there was still a possibility of being discovered. All he could do now was obediently wait for Diana's verdict.

"It's not that I don't want you to use your abilities, it's that your abilities aren't developed enough yet." Diana didn't scold Pietro for using his abilities. After all, it was something Pietro was born with, and you can't just take away a child's natural abilities.

Pietro nodded, indicating that he had taken his advice to heart.

Diana walked up to Pietro, ruffled his white hair, and said, "Next time, when you use your abilities, be careful of your surroundings. Otherwise, you might get targeted by some shady characters again."

Just as Pietro was about to say that he was aware of the matter, there was a knock on the door.

That already tense little face now realized that she must be being watched by someone. And now, they've already come knocking on her door?

"It's alright." Diana patted the little white-haired boy on the shoulder and walked towards the door.

Pietro finally breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at his sister's dejected face, feeling a surge of anger. This little brat actually wanted Diana to punish him. He snorted and sat down next to Wanda.

Wanda just smiled and turned her attention back to the television. As for Diana, the two little ones didn't see anything wrong with it.

As Diana walked to the door, she watched the two little ones interact, smiled knowingly, and said nothing more.

At that moment, the person outside seemed a little anxious and knocked on Diana's door again.

"dong dong dong"

Diana didn't think the person outside her door was being impolite, even though the knocking was rather hurried.

When Diana opened the door, the man was about to knock a third time.

The hand was already raised, but the object to knock on changed from the door to a pretty face.

The man who knocked on the door lowered his hand somewhat awkwardly, fidgeting with the seam of his trousers. But this awkwardness quickly turned into fear, because he recognized the beautiful face in front of him.

"Is there something you need?" Diana asked with a smile. Although Diana knew that the men in suits in front of her were undoubtedly there because of her little one who had taken her out for a walk.

But at least go through some procedures, otherwise just bluntly say: Hey! That's my kid, get lost.

It probably won't look very good.

"We, we..." The man knocking on the door clearly didn't know that the owner of this house was Diana. At this moment, he didn't know what to say; this sudden event had temporarily rendered his speech incoherent.

The man's colleague, unable to bear it any longer, pulled him behind him and said to Diana's seemingly harmless face, "We suspect a mutant has stolen state secrets and has entered your room. Please cooperate with us, or you will be an accomplice to endangering national security."

The man, who had been pulled behind his colleague, breathed a sigh of relief, but his colleague's next words made his heart, which had just calmed down, tremble again.

He really wanted to grab his colleague by the tie and ask him if he knew who he was talking to. How could he say something like that?

Besides, anyone with a normal face would recognize the person who's caused such a stir lately. How could my colleague act like a complete idiot?

Diana almost laughed. She didn't think yesterday's events were insufficient to make these so-called law enforcement officers recognize her. Unless, of course, this young detective was a headstrong and reckless fool.

"What's your name?" Diana asked, her tone not at all chilling, but rather gentle and tender.

The young agent looked at Diana and said, "Nick, Nick Memphis."

“Nick, just like that slushy guy I used to know,” Diana said with a smile. “I think you definitely know who I am, right?”

Agent Memphis nodded, but still stared firmly into Diana's eyes, showing no sign of backing down despite Diana's ability to kill him with ease.

"I admire your attitude; it's a very good spirit." Diana approved of the agent's headstrong pursuit of justice. After all, she herself had been through that headstrong phase, and sometimes maintaining that kind of headstrong spirit was quite admirable.

However, it should be noted that sometimes, "a hothead" is not used in this way.

"So please let us in to apprehend the criminals."

"What if I say no?" Diana asked in her usual calm tone, showing no sign of displeasure.

Agent Memphis took a deep breath and said to Diana, "Then I will have no choice but to detain you for obstructing official business."

Upon hearing this, it wasn't Diana who was in an uproar, but rather the colleagues behind Agent Memphis.

Especially the man who had been pulled behind Agent Memphis, who immediately covered Agent Memphis's unwavering mouth.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. He’s just not very good at talking. We’ll leave now.” The man smiled awkwardly at Diana, then pulled Agent Memphis away from Diana’s door.

Diana simply watched the men in suits leave her front door, feeling nothing. She could roughly guess that these guys were just being used as pawns, even though those pawns were ultimately useless.

"Diana, are you alright?" Little Wanda finally came from the living room to Diana's side and asked softly.

Diana gently closed her bedroom door, turned to little Wanda and said, "No problem, just some small fry."

Wanda looked at Diana and smiled softly.

Diana naturally laughed along with her little darling.

On the other side of the retreat, the man who had been covering Agent Memphis was pounding his fist on the hood of his official car, yelling at Agent Memphis: "Do you know who that person is! Do you know that bitch has the ability to snap all of our necks in an instant! You're putting your colleague's life at risk!"

At this moment, the man no longer cared about his embarrassment when facing Diana. He only knew that Agent Memphis's actions had almost cost them all their lives.

“I don’t think Diana Prince is the type to kill for her words. Despite her extraordinary abilities, she’s not a killer.” Agent Memphis showed no fear of the man. He was simply following protocol.

The man looked at Agent Memphis in front of him and really wanted to punch Agent Memphis's face, which he found utterly repulsive.

But it was impossible. Back when he was with the FBI, he had already caught the eye of the head of the Department of Homeland Security, which had only been established a few years prior, by working with a top military sniper on a case.

Sometimes, certain cases require these headstrong young people to handle them. Because they are not influenced by other factors, they only follow what they see and hear.

"You're really just making excuses, aren't you?" The man chuckled, somewhat annoyed by Memphis's attitude. "I'll explain to the operations supervisor how you nearly wiped out the entire team during this operation."

After saying that, the man got into the car without paying attention to whether Memphis got in or not, and directly ordered the agents in the car to drive away from Central Park in Manhattan.

Only Agent Memphis, with a serious expression, remained standing there.

For him, this kind of thing was already quite common. The FBI treated him this way until that case was fully proven.

Of course, he had his own official vehicle back then, so he wasn't in such a bad situation as he is now.

Memphis stared blankly at the penthouse of the Plaza Hotel in New York City before finally looking away. He hailed a taxi and headed towards the Department of Homeland Security in New York.

Inside the house, Diana and her two children began preparing lunch for their family.

As for whether Pietro actually possesses any of those so-called state secrets or threats to national security? Please, people like them are themselves a potential threat in the eyes of some people.

When Diana saw little Wanda reaching out her claws towards the soup she had prepared, she could only stop her wild thoughts.

"Wanda, could you come and handle these vegetables? I'm not good at it, please," Diana said to Wanda with a smile.

Little Wanda indeed gave up on the idea of ​​ruining the soup, muttering, "Okay, I just want to taste what it tastes like."

Diana simply pretended not to hear Wanda's rambling.

Chapter 94

Sunlight slowly streamed into Diana's bedroom. Even though it was already the end of the year, the thin blanket in Diana's bedroom remained unchanged.

The door was gently pushed open, and a small head peeked out.

Seeing Diana still lying in bed, Wanda's face broke into a wicked grin. To avoid Diana discovering her plan to ambush her, Wanda crept barefoot to Diana's door.

"Diana!" Little Wanda shouted, leaping onto Diana's bed like a puppy.

"Oh~"

Before little Wanda could even pounce onto Diana's bed, Diana had already sat up and held little Wanda in her arms.

Little Wanda peeked out and I knew she'd get that kind of expression, but then she was quickly brought back to her cheerful self with a good morning kiss from Diana.

"Merry Christmas, Diana," the little witch said happily to Diana, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Wanda," Diana said with a smile, then noticed that the little witch was staring intently at the blanket that had slipped off Diana when she caught her.

"Didn't Diana sleep in pajamas?" Wanda looked at Diana with her beautiful lake-green eyes, after all, Diana had always insisted that she wear pajamas properly.

This is clearly discriminatory treatment.

Diana looked down at her exposed upper body and said apologetically to Wanda, "I had a lot going on yesterday and didn't change into my pajamas after showering. Wanda, do you understand? From now on, I promise I'll wear pajamas to bed like you, okay?"

Wanda looked at Diana with a suspicious gaze, but then hesitated and nodded: "Okay."

"Go downstairs, I'll get up right away and make you breakfast," Diana said, patting the little witch on the back.

"Okay." The little witch nodded, then dashed off the bed and left Diana's bedroom.

After watching the little witch leave, Diana stretched. Her smooth, jade-like skin shimmered alluringly in the sunlight, even her breasts were softened by the gentle light.

"Diana, actually..." At this moment, the little witch poked her head out from the doorway again.

"What's wrong?" Diana didn't think there was anything wrong with her current state, after all, Wanda was her little girl, the kind that was legally recognized.

“Actually, if Diana just showed it to me like this, I wouldn’t mind.” Little Wanda said, blushing, and then ran downstairs, shouting, “I’m calling Pietro to get up and eat.”

Diana was stunned for a moment, then shook her head. She could only mutter, "Such a precocious child."

Lifting the blanket from her body, Diana walked barefoot to the full-length mirror in her room, looked at herself, and nodded. She then began preparing her outfit for the day.

As Diana tidied herself up, her thoughts drifted, for this was, after all, the fourteenth Christmas in the world. And the first Christmas she had spent with someone.

Since the Department of Homeland Security contacted Pietro last time, there has been no further news, as if nothing had ever happened, and everything has been too calm.

There was only a slight disturbance a day or two after the battle between Diana and Ares, which then inexplicably subsided.

But none of this mattered to Diana.

Today, all she wants to do is spend Christmas with her two little ones; everything else will have to wait.

Christmas is the most important thing to do than to be with your two little ones.

Diana's outfit today was quite simple: a white turtleneck sweater covered the curves of her upper body, but a pair of tight jeans on her lower body revealed Diana's enviable leg curves.

Pull your hair out of the turtleneck sweater, and your Christmas outfit is complete.

"Diana, I've woken Pietro up!"

Little Wanda's voice came from downstairs. Diana patted her face, smiled at herself in the mirror, and said, "Everything is fine, isn't it?"

After saying that, Diana replied to Little Wanda and went downstairs.

"Diana, you look so beautiful today." Little Wanda had a very sweet tongue, praising Diana as soon as she saw her. She even flashed a smile that was so sweet it was almost unbearable, launching a sweet attack on Diana.

Diana pinched little Wanda's nose: "Did I look bad that day?"

Little Wanda actually thought about it seriously.

Diana hadn't expected that little Wanda actually felt she wasn't pretty sometimes. She touched her face, wondering if she was starting to get old. But wait, she shouldn't have this aging problem.