Magyk

iii

black magic

magic involving the supposed invocation of evil spirits for evil purposes

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"You must be the infamous Wanda Maximoff."

Faerie walked up to Wanda, her hands outstretched to shake. A friendly smile graced her face, a complete opposite of the dark demeanor from a few moments before. Wanda hesitantly pushed out her hand to shake Faerie's and shook her hand carefully.

"That would be me, yes," she answered, retracting the hand. Faerie's hands were unbelievably cold, she noticed. Especially in comparison to Thor's apparent furnace of a body.

"I have heard good things about you," Faerie said as she walked away, and Wanda startled before following.

"From..?" the younger girl asked, a soft sense of hope sparking in her. Faerie turned to her curiously, not stopping her brisk pace.

"Your brother," she responded simply. Wanda's eyes widened and her jaw dropped slightly, faltering in her steps before rushing to catch up to the goddess.

"My brother? Pietro?" she asked, watching Faerie's calm face.

"Well, yes. I do not believe you have any other brothers." Faerie looked at Wanda again, taking in her confused and saddened features.

"You have spoken to him?" Wanda asked quietly.

"On several occasions, actually. He has asked me to keep an eye on you for him." Faerie looked up thoughtfully for a moment. "He is rather good company, in my humble opinion."

"Can I-" A pause. "Can I see him?"

Faerie smiled slightly at the innocence in Wanda's question. Wanda was young, perhaps her late teens, early twenties. Faerie wasn't sure but Wanda seemed very young and almost naive, which was not a common sight in the Underworld.

"Perhaps," she lied. "Maybe one day I will take you with me to visit the Asphodel Meadows. He is there all the time unless visiting me. Always on his feet and running. No one could really ever get him to sit still, other than the occasional beautiful lady of course. Your brother is a ladies' man, you know that?"

Wanda's eyes were glistening slightly, and Faerie stepped forward, gently placing her hand against Wanda's face. "Don't cry, γλυκό κορίτσι. He misses you very much but does not regret his decision. If he were to regret his decision he would have to be, ah, reexamined."

Wanda quirked a brow and opened her mouth to ask what she meant, but Tony spoke up from the other room.

"Hey, princess? You think you can grace this room with your presence?"

Faerie sighed gently out of relief and walked into the room Tony was in gracefully, her stola still billowing behind her as if she were in a fashion advertisement.

"Yes, Mr. Stark?" she asked tiredly. Due to her little magic show earlier, the life was draining out of her rather quickly.

"Tony," he corrected. "I wanted to know about your powers, like how you magically stormed your way into a high-security building without anyone noticing until Bird Boy came in."