Marvel reverses Wolverine

In the corridor on the third floor of the old house.

Pietro held his short arms and pursed his mouth, and his short silver-gray hair was blown up, like a little hedgehog.

Being held in James' arms and dangling a few times, he hummed reluctantly.

"Grandpa... don't send my sister away, why don't you let me go with Wanda! Anyway, we are going to school, why separate us."

Lying on James' shoulder like a kitten, Pietro saw his father shaking the oxtail flower in his hand, looking at him with a smile that was not a smile, and hurriedly retracted his head and arched his grandfather's arms, from time to time The probe took a look.

James stroked Pietro's little head, carried the little guy downstairs, and said softly:
"Your sister's situation is quite special. It's enough not to go to the academy like you to study. Today I just took Wanda there to find out the door. From now on, she will often come home to accompany you on weekends and holidays... ..."

Eric looked jealously at his father coaxing his youngest son, Pietro, and had to admit that it was a talent to be liked by children.

The twins Wanda and Pietro showed the characteristics of mutant power last year. The ability of the younger brother Pietro is easy to understand. Simply put, it is high-speed movement.

And the sister Wanda Lanshere, who was born only 30 seconds earlier, has weird and complicated powers...

Walking out of the gate of the old house and castle, James put little Pietro on the ground, and wanted to hold his hand, but even though little Douding straightened his arms, he was barely able to reach James's hanging fingertips.

In the end, Pietro hopped and walked in front, moving at high speed from time to time, dodging and disappearing, and grabbed a wild bird and raised it over his head to show his father and grandfather.

The grandparents and grandchildren just strolled towards the back of the old house, and finally found the little girl who was weaving a wreath for her sister Anya in the middle of the mountain surrounded by flowers.

The swaying of the fleshy little hands stirred up light red mist, and many kinds of blooming mountain flowers were drawn to a willow-like vine, forming a colorful headband of flowers.

Wanda with shoulder-length red hair looks like a ball of tender white meatballs covered with tomato sauce, her round eyes blinked and said with a milky voice:
"Hee hee, sister, put it on~"

Little Wanda twisted her buttocks and threw herself at Anya Lanshere's side, snorting and pushing away the big fat cat that was clinging to her sister's arms and refused to move. The alien devourer "Mr. He groaned twice, and had no choice but to lie down on the lawn on one side and continue to doze off.

Anya gently picked up Wanda and asked her to put a wreath on her head. Her long chestnut hair hung down her waist and fell on the ground, but she listened to the young sister rubbing her little hands and saying solemnly:

"Grandpa is going to send me to a far away place to go to school, my sister needs to take care of Pietro, and Mom and Dad are usually..."

Wanda asked Ai Ai like a little adult, and she didn't seem to resist leaving home like her younger brother Pietro. On the contrary, she was opposed to the area called
The mysterious world of "magic" is extremely curious.

Slip!

Pietro also threw himself into Anya's arms like a silver lightning bolt. The orange cat at his feet just woke up and got back into the cage, and was suddenly froze, with his mouth slightly open and a few thin dark red tentacles sprang out. After thinking about it for a while, he whimpered and swallowed again.

"Woooooo... Sister, Wanda, we're going to be torn apart! It's all my father's fault, he's going to blame him anyway."

Eric couldn't help but rolled his eyes, it was obviously his father who wanted to send Wanda to that place to practice, but it was always his turn to take the blame.

James cheerfully watched his adoptive son and grandchildren talk about "Father is kind and son is filial" for a long time, and finally brought Wanda and Pietro down the mountain.

Anya watched them leave with a smile, and there was a buzzing and trembling sound in her ears, as a bee landed on the flower headband that her sister Wanda made for her.

Subconsciously, he took off the wreath and looked at it carefully. The bee was digging into a lavender stamen to collect honey.

The colorful and different varieties of flowers are not plucked and made into wreaths, but grow like nature among this twisted and coiled emerald green vines, and the rhizomes are closely connected.

There is no trace of separation.

"My little sister, reincarnated, so ingenious, so talented. And that proud bird with flames. Grandpa will have to worry about more from now on."

Anya put on the wreath again, and let the bee stay in the stamen to suck the honey. She lay lazily on the lawn and looked at the sky.

"Will Grandpa miss Wanda?"

"Of course, every day, not only when you are on holiday, but also on normal days, grandpa will often visit my 'Little Meat Bun.'"

"...cough, and daddy, daddy too!"

In the hall of the Karma Taj New York Sanctuary, Wanda looked back at the whirling Starfire Portal, facing the quaint and cold house cornices and the frosty snowy peaks and cliffs in the distant mountains.

Turning her head back hesitantly, the little girl grabbed James' loose clothes again and said:
"Wanda must learn the magic of opening the "door" first, so that she can go home to find grandpa anytime! "

"Hmm! With our little meat buns' smart heads, we'll definitely be able to learn it in no time, but remember not to run around without the teacher's permission."

"You can also come and see Dad, if you're not in the old house, you're in the wolf's den!"

On the other side of the light gate, a thin and straight figure in plain robes and long gowns stood quietly in front of the main hall of the Holy of Holies, as if waiting for something.

Wanda was carrying a small leather package. She clenched her fists and was about to run into the space portal. Then, she ran back to her father, Eric Lanshere, and hugged his thigh.

"Father, you need to pay more attention to your body, you look much older than grandpa..."

Eric squatted down excitedly, hugging his daughter and was about to burst into tears, but just as the words came to his lips, Wanda whispered into his ear:
"During the winter vacation, Wanda wouldn't tell Mom about Dad chatting with that beautiful sister on the beach, but Pietro couldn't."

As soon as the little guy finished speaking, he left his father who was squatting on the spot as if petrified, rushed through the light gate with a sullen face, and rushed to the plain robe mage to tidy up his clothes in a decent manner.

Pudong knelt down on the ground.

"Wanda Lanshere, met Master."

Bai Nen's forehead really knocked against the blue bricks in front of the hall three times, with a touch of blush and dust, she looked at the figure in front of her seriously, and did not get up.

"Why do you want to do this, you don't need to do this here."

The supreme mage squatted down calmly, looking at the little girl who was only five or six years old in front of her, her voice was clear but hollow.

"Grandpa said, one day as a teacher, life as a father... for, mother?"

".….okay then."

Gu Yi smiled, and his frosty cheeks were stained with a warm blush.

She hugged Wanda, gently brushed the dust off the girl's forehead with her cold fingertips, and beckoned a young female mage to take Wanda down to settle down.

Before the light gate was cut off, the Supreme Mage walked through the gate, looked at James and Eric who were still waiting there, and nodded slightly.

"Trouble mage, please forgive Wanda's naughtiness and nonsense in the future."

Seeing "Magneto" solemnly begging Gu Yi, he waved his hand to indicate that he doesn't need to care. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by James in a low voice:
"Where's the hair?"

James looked at Gu Yi's smooth skull. It seemed that the platinum-blonde waist-length hair had never existed before, and there were still a few shallow marks on the side of the head. Only the pale and delicate face remained the same as before.

"When people live for a long time, they always lose something."

Seeing James staring at him but not speaking, the supreme mage was silent for a moment, and finally Gu Yi frowned, and pressed his thin lips leisurely.

"Chaos magic, the ancestor of all magic, one of the oldest independent forms of magic, is the impossible, unknowable, unspeakable strange fire of life burning, with the universe's earliest accident and the primordial light of the cognitive spirit . . .

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"...is good and evil, pure creation and destruction, the wheel of life and death or everything else, representing infinite possibilities."

James breathed out lightly, and Eric beside him looked at the faces of the two of them back and forth in confusion. He didn't know much about the power of magic and the mysterious field.

"Mr. Howlett, you have given me a big problem." Gu Yi folded his hands behind his back, and kept turning the small sandalwood folding fan in his sleeves, and said enigmatic words again.

"Do you still care? Countless problems flash in your eyes every day."

James glanced at the brass pendant hanging on Gu Yi's chest, and the expressions in his pupils fluttered before he continued to say without waiting for the other party's answer:

"Since Wanda represents infinite possibilities to some extent, let this possibility accompany you. Laura has no talent to call you a teacher, but this child...hehe, she is more likable than Laura. "

The folding fan in the Supreme Master's hand suddenly stopped turning. She turned around and waved her hand to open the space portal that was splashed with sparks, and then walked back to the ancient temple on the snowy peak, and disappeared immediately.

Following James and leaving Karma Taj's New York sanctuary, Eric walked on Black Street and finally figured out something was wrong.

"Father, let's Wanda finally..."

James smiled, and waved his hands in disbelief. His tall and heroic appearance and his black robes, which were somewhat unsuitable for modern urban attire, attracted the attention of passers-by.

"Wanda is an 'Omega'. Like Qin Gree, she has the potential that we can't define. Her power has a certain magical quality, not just the power of thought, the release of energy, etc. As for the ancient one mage if."

James was striding forward but suddenly stopped, stopped and turned around to look, watching Eric's brows and eyes gradually showing the traces of the years, suddenly seemed to see him as a boy.

"—Don't pay too much attention to the mage's words, she refers to the greatness and rarity of Wanda's power essence, but no matter what it is and what danger it may bring, father will not let our children be fascinated on the way."

Eric was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grinned heartily, looked around the road left and right, it was very close to Charles Xavier's home in New York.

"By the way, Dad, where has Charles been these days? It feels like I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Professor Charles... Hehe, well, um... It's not time for you to know."

James blinked his eyes, and there was a bit of indescribable weirdness in his words. The weird look in his eyes that he had never seen before even made Eric Lanshel feel a little chills down his spine?

Peggy and Steve's home was once in Brooklyn, New York, on the original site of a community land called "Hull's Kitchen" in the 30s.

This is also the place where Steve lived with his mother, not far from the "Howlett Institute of Advanced Technology".

However, this once belonged to the United States and even the world's highest technology discovery and experiment base, and now it has been converted into a general group scientific research institution.

Most of the scientific and technological products that cannot easily appear in ordinary human society have migrated to other more secretive research bases as early as 20 years ago.

Although it is an independent villa, it does not look too luxurious and abrupt. Strictly speaking, the home of the Rogers couple is more like a retro small building in the 50s and [-]s, full of cozy warmth and classic elegance.

When Peggy entered the house, she kicked off the two black high-heeled shoes lightly, and precisely dropped them back to where they should be on the shoe rack.

The extraordinary physique created by the "Styx" serum, and the boxing skills that have reached the second level of the killing technique for several years, have kept Peggy in a vigorous state of mind, and have been in charge of the most important intelligence department of S.H.I.E.L.D. for decades.

But recently, Peggy has been able to discern the "grass snake gray lines" from some intelligence information in the bureau, which made her realize for the first time that in so many years of work, there has been a trajectory that she cannot fully control .

While the wimpy gossamer weirdness feels like some sort of overwrought fantasy, doing
Ms. Peggy Rogers, who has worked in secrets all her life, trusts her instincts.

Come on!

There was another knock at the downstairs door, and Peggy's keen awareness felt her husband's footsteps. She continued to be busy looking at the documents in her hand, and ignored them.

"It's off work, dear Mrs. Rogers."

Steve unbuttoned his sky blue uniform and walked into the study, jokingly said to his wife.

Walking slowly to Peggy's side, he held her shoulders and accepted a careless kiss.

"Recently there have been a lot of affairs in the bureau, and a large part of it is because of the preparation mission against the Kree people. Why are you back today? This round of training for the Aerospace Forces is over?"

Steve gently stroked Peggy's long dark brown hair, heaved a sigh of relief and shook his head.

"Not yet, I just want to go back to 'The Whip of Order, take care of some things, stop by the way home to see you, and leave in a while, you know that Charles has disappeared for some days, although there is nothing important about order now, but there is always something While talking, Steve slowly stopped what he was doing, sat in front of the table and asked curiously:
"Ahem, dear, you don't even know where Professor Charles has gone, do you? Did the teacher give you a special task?"