Marvel : I'm in Westview Town-Chapter 77 : Two Wanda’s

"Witch, where did you get your new clothes?"

Finn stared at Wanda, who stood in front of him, clad in a crimson robe. The deep red fabric gave off an eerie and unsettling aura.

At the moment, her expression was just as cold as her attire. Her lips had darkened slightly, and her demeanor was hard to read.

"I... I just changed. Does it look good?"

Wanda's voice wavered slightly, sadness and fear flickering in her eyes. Her fingertips trembled as she waved her hand, and in an instant, the crimson robe vanished, replaced by her usual casual attire—a brighter, more familiar look.

She seemed nervous, her voice soft as she asked, "Or does this one look better?"

Finn narrowed his eyes. Something felt off.

He scanned Wanda carefully, searching for any abnormalities. Everything about her—her energy, her presence—was exactly as he remembered. Apart from the subtle chill in her aura, nothing seemed different.

And yet...

The Wanda in front of him felt wrong.

"Neither looks good?"

Wanda noticed his scrutinizing gaze. Unlike before, she didn't shy away. Instead, she seemed to welcome his attention, even enjoy it.

But when he remained silent for too long, her voice trembled with unease. "Finn?"

"Everything looks good... as long as it's on you."

Finn snapped out of his thoughts and reached for her hand.

He hadn't expected the reaction.

The moment he touched her, Wanda collapsed into his arms, clutching onto him tightly and burying her face against his chest.

Her delicate lashes trembled, and then—like storm clouds bursting—tears spilled down her cheeks, shaking her entire frame.

"Witch, what's wrong?"

Finn held her close, his fingers gently brushing against her tear-streaked face. Her emotions hit him like a tidal wave—a raw, overwhelming sorrow that made his chest ache.

"Hey, don't cry. Just tell me what's going on—"

"Kiss me..."

The fragile woman in his arms tilted her head up slightly, her tear-stained face luminous in the dim light.

Her crimson eyes, usually sharp and fierce, now shimmered with heartbreak—like a wounded fawn lost in the woods, or a child desperately searching for home.

Her gaze, like a crystal-clear lake, was filled with loneliness and pain.

It was impossible not to hold her tighter.

"Here...?"

Finn's eyes flickered to her soft, parted lips. He took a deep breath, scanning their surroundings.

The place was crowded. Why was she suddenly making such a bold request?

Had something changed?

And more importantly... why was she crying like this?

He hadn't done anything wrong. He hadn't betrayed her trust.

Unless...

Unless something had happened that he wasn't aware of.

Unless something had already happened.

The only thing that could make Wanda break like this was if—

If he was... dead?

Finn wasn't arrogant, but he understood Wanda well enough to know the depth of her feelings. There was a connection between them—an unspoken thread tying their hearts together.

They could feel each other, even without words.

And if something had truly shaken her this much—

Then she must have lost him.

Wanda trembled in his arms, her hands tightening around his shirt. She had been without him for too long.

How long?

She didn't know anymore.

All she knew was that she had spent an eternity trapped in the pages of the Darkhold, searching. Searching for him.

"Sir!"

The sudden voice shattered the moment.

A waitress hurried over, bill in hand.

Finn barely registered her presence, but Wanda did.

Her gaze snapped to the woman—dark, cold, like something straight out of a nightmare.

The poor waitress nearly dropped the receipt, a chill running down her spine. The air itself seemed to freeze, a suffocating pressure bearing down on her.

The people around them felt it too. They shifted uneasily, instinctively moving away.

"S-Sir, your bill..."

The waitress extended the slip with trembling fingers.

"Thanks."

Finn took it, then turned his attention back to the woman in his arms. He gently rubbed Wanda's back, his voice soothing. "Witch, you're really upset. Let's go back to our room, okay?"

"I... I need to use the bathroom. You go to the table and wait for me."

Disappointment flickered across Wanda's face before she abruptly turned and hurried toward the restroom.

Finn watched her retreating form, his unease growing.

Something was wrong.

He could feel it.

But the energy, the presence... It had been Wanda. His Wanda.

And yet... something didn't add up.

Invading her memories without consent wasn't an option—he respected her privacy too much for that. Wanda wouldn't pry into his memories either.

Still...

"Forget it. I'll ask her later."

With a sigh, Finn reached for his pocket—then froze.

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Did he leave it on the chair?

His mind flashed to the items he had left behind. Even though the restaurant had decent security, theft wasn't impossible.

Especially in America.

Even in a quiet town, there were always risks.

Better safe than sorry.

Finn hurried back to the table, but the moment he reached it, his stomach dropped.

His scalp prickled. His heartbeat slammed against his ribs.

Something was very, very wrong.

"Finn, what took you so long?"

His head snapped toward the voice.

Wanda sat in the chair, lazily rubbing her eyes like a sleepy kitten.

"I'm so tired. Can you carry me?"

Finn's breath caught.

His gaze locked onto her, his entire body going rigid.

"Witch... didn't you go to the bathroom?"

Wanda blinked up at him. "No, I've been here the whole time. You must be confused." Her voice turned sharp with jealousy. "Or did you mistake someone else for me?"

Finn swallowed, his mind spinning.

"No..."

"Or maybe... that was you too."

The realization hit him like a freight train.

His fingers clenched into fists as the absurd thought solidified into reality.

Because if the woman from earlier wasn't the Wanda sitting in front of him—

Then she was Wanda from another universe.

And yet...

She had been identical.

Not just in appearance, but in every way.

Her voice. Her emotions. Her love.

Everything.

Wanda's brows furrowed, sensing his shift in mood. "Finn...? What's going on?"

She wasn't stupid.

There were very few things in this world that could make him react this way.

Something had happened.

Something big.

"Let's go back to the room first. I'll explain everything there."

Finn quickly scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the exit, his movements swift and decisive.

Wanda barely had time to react.

"Finn, what the hell is going on? And—wait, are you wearing my perfume? Why do you smell so good...?"

That's my usual perfume... but why does it feel different today?

Before she could voice her accusation, Finn tightened his grip around her.

"Shh, don't talk yet. Let's get to the room first. I'll explain everything there."

Without another word, he carried her out of the restaurant, moving swiftly toward the suite area of the hotel.

As they disappeared behind the doors, a lone figure in crimson stepped out from the bustling crowd.

Her eyes, cold as ice, burned with grief and something even more dangerous—obsession.

People walked past her as if she wasn't even there, some even passing right through her blurred form.

She stood still, like a ghostly apparition in a stormy sea. Then, after a long silence, her voice, laced with possessiveness, echoed into the night:

"Finn... you are mine. No one can take you away from me..."

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Suite 707

Boom!

Finn kicked the door shut, locking it behind him before finally releasing Wanda from his arms.

"Finn! What the hell is going on? Tell me, now!" Wanda demanded, her impatience growing as she saw the tension in his face.

Finn ran a hand through his hair, his expression serious.

"Witch... Eddie was right. The guy we met earlier—he really is from another universe. And he's not the only one. There are more outsiders in this reality."

Wanda frowned, quickly connecting the dots.

"So... you saw me from another universe when you went to check out?"

Finn hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I did."

He let out a deep sigh and fell onto the bed, recalling the haunting image of the Wanda he had encountered.

She had been crying.

Her grief had been overwhelming, and yet, there had been something else—a deep, painful longing.

Which meant that in her universe, he had existed too.

And now, he was gone.

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A Jealous Witch is a Dangerous Witch

Wanda's gaze darkened.

"So... you didn't recognize her at first, did you?"

Finn kept silent.

Wanda stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. "Did you hug her?"

His silence stretched longer.

She inhaled sharply, stepping forward to sniff him.

A faint, familiar fragrance tickled her senses, making her heart tighten.

"It's my perfume," she whispered, her voice turning accusatory. "You really hugged her!"

Her face scrunched up in frustration. They had been together for so long, and not once had Finn shown interest in another woman.

But now... the first woman he hugged was her!

Finn sat up, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into his lap. He gently pinched her cheek.

"Witch, listen to me." His voice softened. "She looked so much like you. I didn't realize it at first. But the moment I figured it out, I ran back to find you."

Wanda's pout deepened.

"But now there are two of me in this world," she murmured, leaning against his chest. "And if I know myself at all... the other me won't let you go so easily."

Finn tensed at her words.

She was right.

The Wanda he met had been drowning in pain, and her emotions had been dangerously unstable.

"I felt her emotions," he admitted. "She's lost something—someone. It must have been... me."

A heavy silence settled between them.

Wanda's grip on his shirt tightened.

"...So you're saying the Finn from her universe is dead?"

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Finn exhaled, running a hand through her hair.

"I didn't ask her," he admitted.

Wanda bit her lip. "Then... should we?"

He raised a brow, amused. "Why? You're worried about me?"

Wanda scowled. "Don't be smug. Of course, I'm worried! If something happened to you in another universe, who's to say it won't happen here?"

Finn grinned, thoroughly enjoying how much she cared.

"Nonsense," he teased. "I have cheats in this universe. The Finn in her world didn't."

Wanda rolled her eyes. "So cocky."

Then, her expression grew serious again. "But Finn... if she lost you once, she'll do everything she can to get you back. I would."

Finn knew she wasn't wrong. Wanda wasn't the type to let go of something—someone—she considered hers.

And neither was her multiversal counterpart.

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Wanda huffed. "She hasn't come after me directly, which means she's afraid of me."

She crossed her arms, looking both annoyed and distressed.

She had prepared herself for possible love rivals—beautiful, powerful women who might try to steal Finn away.

But she never expected...

Her rival would be herself!

"What kind of messed-up situation is this?" she muttered under her breath.

Finn chuckled at her frustration.

Wanda sighed. "We need to talk to Stephen. He'll know how to send her back."

Finn glanced at his phone. "We can't leave Westview until midnight. The cooldown period from the last time we crossed the barrier isn't over yet."

Wanda pulled out her phone and checked the schedule. "The next available train to New York is at 12:30 AM."

"Then we'll go at 12:30," Finn confirmed.

Wanda nodded. "We should head home first. It's safer there."

Finn didn't argue. If a fight broke out, he didn't want innocent people caught in the crossfire.

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Back at their apartment, Wanda immediately sealed the doors and windows with Chaos Magic, ensuring that nothing—and no one—could get in.

Finn added his own enchantments on top of hers, just for extra security.

With that done, they curled up together, taking a brief nap.

The day passed uneventfully, and even by late evening, there was no sign of the other Wanda.

It was almost... eerie.

"She hasn't shown up," Wanda murmured. "Do you think she left?"

Finn didn't answer immediately. He wasn't sure.

He had felt the intensity of her emotions, and something told him...

This wasn't over.

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"Finn, it's time to go," Wanda called, grabbing their bags.

Finn gave a final glance around the apartment before nodding.

"Let's use teleportation magic. It'll be faster," Wanda suggested.

"Good idea."

A scarlet glow surrounded them as they vanished into thin air.

When they reappeared, they were standing right outside the train station.

However, before they could even step forward, a cold, familiar voice cut through the air.

"Finn..."

They turned—

And there she was.

Draped in crimson, eyes glinting with something unreadable.

"Where do you think you're going with her?"

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