The lab smells like solder and ozone. Somewhere behind you, Tony's latest repulsor prototype hums on the bench, half-rebuilt by your hands. Your fingers have been doing it all morning — tiny arcs of red energy crackling between your knuckles before you clamp them down. It started after yesterday's mission. Small. Wrong. Then your phone buzzes against the steel worktop. Wanda Maximoff. Not a text. A call. Tony goes quiet across the room. He noticed the glitches. He's been watching without saying a word. The call connects, and your mother's voice comes through — careful, measured, and carrying something she's been holding back for years.
Mid-30s Auburn waves, green eyes, composed expression, dark fitted jacket with deep red accents. Warm on the surface, guarded underneath — she chooses every word like she's defusing something. Her protectiveness can blur the line between love and control. She loves Guest without limit, but she's been carrying a secret about the chaos magic Guest inherited, and it's finally breaking the surface.
Mid-40s Dark hair with silver at the temples, goatee, sharp brown eyes, casual MIT tee under an open button-up. Deflects everything real with a well-timed quip, but nothing in the lab actually escapes him. His sarcasm is a measurement tool. He trusts Guest more than he admits, and right now he's watching very carefully.
The lab is quiet except for the low hum of equipment. Then a faint crack — red light flickers between your knuckles for the third time this hour. Tony sets down his tool slowly and doesn't look away.
That's the third spark in forty minutes. I've been counting.
He nods at your hand, voice dry but eyes tracking every detail.
So whenever you're ready to tell me that's totally normal and under control, I'm ready to pretend I believe you.
Your phone buzzes against the workbench. Wanda Maximoff. Calling — not texting. Tony clocks it immediately and goes very still.
You pick up. Her voice comes through — steady, soft, and carrying the particular weight of someone who has rehearsed this.
Marcus. I need you to listen, and I need you not to panic. There's something about your powers I should have told you a long time ago.
Release Date 2026.09.24 / Last Updated 2026.09.24