The Neighbor

Chapter 69

Hours later

The air outside the facility is thick with tension, a storm of energy crackling in the atmosphere as if nature itself knows what's about to happen. The avengers stand in formation, shield agents positioned strategically around the perimeter, each one braced for the incoming storm.

But the real storm is standing at the forefront, her presence impossible to ignore, her power rolling off her in noticeable waves.

Wanda Maximoff—The Scarlet Witch.

She stands still, eyes locked on the facility where you're being held, her chest rising and falling with steady, controlled breaths. But beneath the surface, chaos brews. Her mind is a tempest of emotions rage, fear, love all coiled into a single, unstoppable force.

Her auburn hair whips in the wind, glowing red tendrils of magic swirling around her like a living, breathing storm. Her emerald eyes, usually so warm and full of life, now blaze with a violent, scarlet glow that illuminates the area around her.

Her outfit is iconic, a dark red Scarlet Witch suit that clings to her form with regal authority, the flowing, blood red coat billowing behind her in the wind, giving her an ethereal yet deadly presence. Her hands are aglow with red magic, energy crackling and sparking between her fingertips like lightning, barely restrained. The wedding band on her finger gleams in the soft light, a constant reminder of you, of the love that fuels the storm raging inside her.

She looks like a queen—no, a goddess of war—about to unleash hell.

"Are you ready?" Maria asks softly, standing beside her, her own determination solid but knowing full well that this battle belongs to Wanda.

Wanda doesn't answer, her lips pressed into a tight line, her eyes never leaving the facility. Her heart beats wildly in her chest, every second that passes heightening the urgency to get to you. Every bruise on your body, every second of your suffering has been seared into her mind, and now, she's about to make sure Madison pays for every one of them.

She takes a deep breath, her voice steady but laced with fury as she speaks. "Get them in position. But once I'm inside, no one interferes."

The atmosphere around the facility shifts dramatically. The sky, once blue and bright, turns a deep, blood red hue. Thick clouds swirl ominously overhead, swirling like a vortex, charged with her raw, unrestrained power. The red light reflects off the metallic surface of the facility, casting an eerie, otherworldly glow across the landscape.

The avengers, standing by as ordered, can feel the weight of the power building. The sheer intensity of Wanda's energy seems to bend the air itself. Sam glances up at the sky, his face tight with awe and a hint of concern. "What the hell..." he mutters under his breath, watching as thunder begins to rumble in the distance, each clap growing louder, angrier.

Agatha, standing with her arms crossed, keeps her eyes trained on the facility's entrance, her face calm but her posture tense. "She's letting it all out," she says softly with a smirk.

And then, the storm breaks.

Lightning splits the sky, jagged bolts of red and white crashing down like furious spears from the heavens. Each flash illuminates the destruction around the facility, making the scene feel like something out of a nightmare. The wind howls, whipping through the trees and sending debris flying as the storm grows more violent with every passing second.

Wanda's magic pulses in sync with the thunder, her anger manifesting in the storm above her. She stands in the heart of it all, a solitary figure amidst the chaos, her glowing eyes locked on the building where you're being held. Her auburn hair swirls in the wind, and the crimson energy around her crackles and snaps, like the very air itself is bending to her will.