Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

They returned to Tony's secret laboratory under the Playboy Building. Bald Tony immediately took off his coat eagerly and poured himself another glass of gin.

Strange looked at him with contempt: "I know how your belly grew. Are you addicted to alcohol again, Tony?"

"Say a few words and no one will think you are dumb..."

Tony drank the wine in the glass and turned to ask the wizard: "So, what did the psychiatrist tell you?"

"Some more interesting...facts."

He Shenyan didn't say more, his expression was very intriguing. Tony thought he was going to start explaining or doing something else, but he didn't. He just opened a portal again and walked in by himself.

After he left, Tony glanced at Strange who was eating ice cream again with a displeased look on his face: "He started being the Riddler again, right?"

"Don't ask me." Strange scooped up a large piece of ice cream with a spoon. "I don't know, I don't want to know anything. This is the most relaxing few days I have spent in two years. Tony, can you give me

I play a movie? I want to watch a romantic comedy."

"...Fortunately, you are still the Supreme Mage."

Strange slowly sat down on Tony's sofa, then put his feet up on his coffee table. With a smile, he took another bite of ice cream: "Can't the Supreme Mage rest?"

He said righteously: "He didn't tell us what happened. It was obvious that he wanted to handle the matter by himself - in this case, let's not follow him. If you are not tired, I am still tired.

Jarvis, help me, put on a romantic comedy movie."

"Okay, Doctor."

Jarvis's electronic sound was gentle and beneficial, making Strange laugh very happily. But he obviously wanted to add fuel to the fire.

"Seriously, Tony, Jarvis is a better person than you are."

The corners of Tony's eyes began to twitch.

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After leaving the portal, He Shenyan came to a dusty warehouse.

This is still Maine, still the small town called Castle Rock. The warehouse in front of him is a common bungalow warehouse, and sometimes no one may open it for decades. Although the one in front of him is not that old, but

Judging from the dust on the door handle, it was obvious that he had a lot of ideas.

He Shenyan walked forward, and the lock cylinder was pried by an inexplicable force. The handle bent downwards, and with a soft click, it was opened.

A musty smell came out.

It was very dark inside. The warehouse was not big, only about five square meters in size. It was filled with cardboard boxes and some sundries. The mage entered and an armchair appeared under him. He sat down slowly. Then, the door banged.

With a slam, the room began to expand infinitely.

Soft light lit up above his head, making the place bright again. The few cardboard boxes closest to him floated up, the seals gently left the boxes, and the contents began to fly out one by one. They

Most of them are paper documents with a shocking red color on them.

He Shenyan raised his hand and took one.

"Psychological Assessment, Chapter 132."

"The Patient, Wanda Django Maximoff."

"Wanda's condition started to get worse. She said she couldn't sleep for a month, even taking sleeping pills. Whenever she closed her eyes, she would see those weird visions. I asked her, What illusion is it?”

"She didn't tell me, so I asked if she could cast some spells for me to see. She firmly refused, saying those things would probably make me crazy."

"As a doctor, I think, I have definitely failed, I can't help my patient. But I do wonder, can anyone really help her?"

"After the disintegration of the United States, everyone's life has improved a lot. At least there are no more homeless people on the street corners. Wanda has moved to a secluded community to live alone."

"She meets with me once a week to talk about her recent life, changes, and her mental state. If my memory hasn't gone wrong yet, she is probably on the verge of collapse now. And I can't even find her. Something is bothering her."

"God, if you really exist, please bless this lady. She has saved us many times. She is one of those brave people. She should not end up like this."

The mage took the evaluation sheet away with an expressionless expression, and he began to think about it. In the cemetery, Woolf agreed to his request - the old man's soul let go of his memory and let him read it, and the mage was able to see that scene The second half of psychological counseling.

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"I have turned off the camera, Ms. Wanda, you can start talking."

Woolf Pine said he had gray hair on his temples, a bookish air, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his nose.

Wanda pursed her lips and spoke after a while.

"I don't know what I'm going to say, doctor. I can't sleep. Whenever I close my eyes, they're screaming at me in my dreams."

"they?"

"Yes, they are."

Wanda's face became a little paler: "At first it was just black, amorphous smoke. Later, they began to take on physical form. I can't describe their appearance to you, doctor. Because human language is in them. Too weak in front of his body."

Dr. Woolf pushed up his glasses, put down the paper and pen, and nodded: "So, they are always changing?"

"Yeah, it's getting more real little by little."

"So, Ms. Wanda, how long did this process last?"

"I'm not sure anymore."

Wanda looked at him blankly and said blankly: "Ten years...? They have always existed since I mastered my abilities. At the beginning, I almost didn't have nightmares. However, as I learned more about myself, The mastery of abilities becomes stronger and stronger, and they appear more frequently."

She hugged her shoulders tightly and seemed to feel a little cold. But the temperature of the central air conditioner was 26 degrees.

Wanda whispered: "They kept screaming at me, trying to say something to me. But I couldn't hear anything clearly."

"You think they have intelligence?"

"Maybe."

Wolfe nodded. At this time, some speculations flashed through his mind. Generally speaking, people suffering from schizophrenia will imagine some non-existent friends that only they can see, and give them special meaning. .

But he had never seen anyone who imagined some constantly changing shadows like Wanda - a guess crossed his mind: was it really just a non-existent thing she saw in her dream?

What if the things in the nightmare really exist?

Wolfe didn't say anything, he just changed the subject.

"Are you afraid of them, Ms. Wanda?"

Wanda was stunned. Wolf waited patiently for her answer, but Wanda didn't speak for a long time. Wolf even had to remind her: "Ms. Wanda?"

"Ah! What?"

She seemed to have woken up from a nightmare: "What's the matter, doctor?"

"...You have just been in a trance for a long time, ma'am."

Dr. Wolfe took off his glasses and looked at her worriedly: "Are you sure you are okay? If you feel uncomfortable, I can terminate-"

"——No, no. Don't stop." Wanda shook her head. "Where did we just talk?"

"...Are you afraid of them, ma'am?"

"No, I guess I'm not afraid of them."

Wanda said firmly: "I am an Avenger, doctor. I have fought aliens, I have fought a crazy alien titan, and every year I help Karma Taj deal with many evil spirits trying to summon demons."

Believers. I am not afraid of them..."

"I-amn't I afraid of them?"

Her tone gradually became full of doubt from the determination at the beginning. Wanda raised her hands and stared at her hands, her eyes full of fear, and even her breathing became rapid: "Doctor, they...

They seem to be here."

She looked around with a horrified expression, her chest rising and falling rapidly: "They...are talking to me, doctor."

Wolfe's expression was clearly frightened by her.

He swallowed, took the water glass on the ground and took a sip. The sound was very obvious in the quiet room.

Putting down the water glass, he calmed down a little: "Wanda...ma'am, are you okay?"

She didn't answer - she was in the same state as before.

Moreover, this time, she was in trance for a longer time.

From Wolf's point of view, her side face undoubtedly looks like an oil painting. The sun hits the side of her face just right, and the other half is plunged into darkness. The contrast is strong, and coupled with her beauty, any painter will probably be inspired immediately. However,

, but the expression on her face was so chilling to the bottom of my heart.

It was an indescribable sadness, mixed with hatred and anger. Her eyes were like a piece of glass that reflected many lights. Each reflection had a different meaning. Wolfe was stunned and even forgot to speak.

.

After about ten minutes, Wanda finally came back to her senses.

"...I think that's it, doctor." She stood up and said softly. "See you next time... The psychological evaluation will last for half a year, right?"

"Yes, yes." Wolfe stuttered in reply.

After she left, Wolfe was silent for a long time. Looking back on the whole process, he felt a chill running down his spine, as if something crawling out of the cemetery was lying on his back, grabbing around him, and carrying the breath of death.

arrived on him.

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Sitting in the dark, He Shenyan looked very confused. Papers were scattered on the floor. He closed his eyes and began to search for traces of her. Unsurprisingly, he found nothing. Wanda had probably crossed the dividing line of dimensions and went to

Arrived in another parallel universe.

However... there was always a question lingering in his mind.

Wanda, what have you experienced?

What could cause an Avenger who has experienced so many wars and a strong woman to have a mental breakdown or even suffer from schizophrenia? Is it the power of magic, or is there something special at work?

He had no way of knowing.