Chapter 173: Chaos Magic Sample
The collar released another gentle electrical pulse.
Wanda clenched her fists.
Scarlet light flickered around her knuckles several times before gradually fading back beneath her skin.
Lynn gave a slight nod.
"Good."
Wanda slowly raised her head.
Her eyes were still red from crying.
"That's enough for today."
"We'll continue tomorrow."
She remained seated for a long time before finally standing.
When she reached the doorway, she stopped.
Turning around, she quietly looked at him.
"You've done all of this..."
"...just to help me?"
"Yes."
She hesitated.
"Aren't you afraid I'll lose control one day?"
"And hurt you?"
Lynn answered without hesitation.
"You can't."
He naturally wasn't going to tell her—
I'm interested in studying Chaos Magic.
...
Wanda remained at Miracle Clinic for the next two weeks.
Her daily routine gradually became fixed.
Morning.
Assist with patients.
Afternoon.
Emotional regulation training.
Evening.
Reading, meditation, and supervised relaxation exercises.
The rehabilitation program became progressively more difficult.
Some sessions consisted of guided recollection of traumatic memories.
Others involved watching documentary footage of civilian evacuations, destroyed cities, or wartime refugees—carefully selected because they resembled Wanda's childhood experiences in Sokovia without recreating them exactly.
Occasionally, Lynn simply placed her inside a quiet, dark room for thirty minutes.
No conversation.
No distractions.
Only silence.
Each session forced Wanda to recognize the emotional surge before Chaos Magic responded to it.
For the first three days...
She failed nearly every attempt.
Scarlet energy escaped through her fingertips.
Reality around her became unstable.
Wood became stone.
Metal softened like wax.
Glass briefly transformed into flowing liquid before Lynn restored it with Quantum Electromagnetic Domination.
Every single time—
Lynn remained standing directly in front of her.
He never stepped back.
Never raised his guard.
Never showed fear.
He simply waited.
Until Wanda calmed herself.
On the fifth day...
She successfully suppressed Chaos Magic for fifteen seconds.
On the eighth day...
Three minutes.
On the twelfth...
Twenty full minutes under deliberate psychological stimulation.
The biometric collar reflected the improvement.
Its warning indicator, once alternating constantly between yellow and red, now remained blue most of the day.
Wanda herself also changed.
The unhealthy paleness disappeared.
Her sleep gradually normalized.
The dark circles beneath her eyes faded.
Even Pietro noticed she smiled more often.
Lynn acknowledged those improvements.
But they were not his primary focus.
His greatest interest remained—
Chaos Magic itself.
...
Every night after Wanda fell asleep...
Lynn traveled through a Sling Ring portal to his underground research facility.
District Two.
The Bio-Genetic Laboratory.
A new experimental platform had been constructed specifically for studying Wanda's powers.
Its core consisted of three systems.
A quantum microscope developed using principles derived from Tony Stark's nanoscopic imaging technology.
A genomic analysis framework adapted from research Bruce Wayne had quietly shared during previous scientific exchanges.
And Kamar-Taj's dimensional observation techniques, reconstructed from Lynn's understanding of the Ancient One's magical theory.
The combination allowed simultaneous observation of physical structure, biological response, and mystical fluctuations.
Each time Wanda temporarily lost control during training—
A minute residue of Chaos Magic remained.
Although the Immortal Divine Body rejected nearly all hostile magical effects automatically...
Microscopic traces still adhered briefly to the outermost cellular layer before dissipating.
Those traces were enough.
Lynn carefully harvested every residual fragment.
Using Quantum Electromagnetic Domination, he separated the remaining magical signatures from ordinary electromagnetic interference.
Each sample was sealed inside specially manufactured containers lined with vibranium and layered Kamar-Taj rune inscriptions to minimize dimensional leakage.
After two weeks...
He had accumulated approximately 0.3 milliliters.
A remarkably large sample considering the rarity of authentic Chaos Magic.
Tonight...
The analysis officially began.
...
District Two Laboratory.
Lynn sat before the microscope.
The sealed container rested securely beneath the observation platform.
He increased the magnification.
Nanometer.
Picometer.
Subatomic.
Then...
His expression changed.
Chaos Magic...
Was not merely energy.
Not plasma.
Not electromagnetic radiation.
Not mystical particles like the dimensional energies commonly manipulated by Masters of the Mystic Arts.
Instead—
Each microscopic fragment resembled an isolated probability anomaly.
Tiny localized regions where reality itself behaved differently.
Within those regions—
The ordinary mathematical description of quantum mechanics simply ceased functioning.
Under normal circumstances...
The position of an electron is represented by a probability wave.
Observation collapses that wave into a measurable state.
Chaos Magic ignored that rule entirely.
It rewrote the probability before observation ever occurred.
Not by influencing quantum uncertainty—
But by redefining what outcomes were permitted to exist.
Reality itself accepted the rewritten answer.
That explained Wanda's transmutations.
She wasn't converting concrete into wood through alchemy.
Nor through molecular reconstruction.
Instead—
Reality simply accepted that the concrete had always been wood.
The causal chain rewrote itself.
Lynn slowly leaned back.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
He remained silent for nearly three minutes.
Then the experiments began.
He exposed the sample to different properties of his own abilities.
The Immortal Divine Body.
No measurable interaction.
Complete resistance.
Extreme thermal energy.
Minor fluctuation.
The sample stabilized almost immediately.
Vibranium resonance.
No response.
As expected.
Vibranium absorbed and redistributed energy exceptionally well in Marvel Comics, but Chaos Magic fundamentally altered reality rather than functioning as conventional energy.
Quantum Electromagnetic Domination.
Only minimal interaction.
Electromagnetic forces belonged to the physical universe.
Chaos Magic operated at a deeper level than conventional matter.
Finally—
All-Dimensional Magic Affinity.
The sample reacted immediately.
Scarlet fluctuations intensified.
Tiny dimensional ripples appeared around the containment field.
Lynn's eyes narrowed.
As expected.
Chaos Magic ultimately remained part of the mystical framework of the Marvel multiverse, despite functioning unlike conventional sorcery.
It naturally resonated with higher-order magical principles.
If he eventually copied Wanda's ability...
Then fused it with All-Dimensional Magic Affinity...
The resulting evolution would likely surpass either ability alone.
But—
There was no need to rush.
Wanda's treatment had only begun.
Healing remained the priority.
The system's Masterful Copying ability worked most effectively through successful treatment.
There would be plenty of opportunities.
He carefully archived the experimental data within the quantum-encrypted server.
Then shut down the laboratory.
The lights dimmed.
A Sling Ring portal opened.
Moments later—
He returned upstairs.
Passing the lounge—
He paused.
Wanda slept quietly.
Still hugging her pillow.
The collar around her neck glowed soft blue.
No elevated heart rate.
No nightmare.
No scarlet energy.
For the first time in years...
She was sleeping peacefully.
Lynn watched silently for two seconds.
Then continued walking.
...
Meanwhile—
Pietro Maximoff stood behind Miracle Clinic's reception desk.
He wore a white polo shirt.
Embroidered over the chest was the clinic logo.
Beneath it appeared another line.
Professional · Efficient · Extremely Expensive
His expression looked as though someone had poisoned his breakfast.
The shirts had been specially ordered by Lynn.
Pietro tugged at the collar.
"Can we remove the 'extremely expensive' part?"
"No."
Lynn answered while disinfecting an operating table.
He reached into his pocket.
Then handed Pietro a sheet of paper.
"Today's assignments."
Pietro scanned it.
Pike Place Market, Seattle. Third coffee shop from the main entrance. Medium Americano. Half sugar. No ice. Deliver within fifteen minutes.Former S.H.I.E.L.D. New York Regional Headquarters. Sector C archival storage. Retrieve File F-7782. Deliver within twenty minutes. Avoid all active security cameras.Inventory the clinic's pharmaceutical storage.
Pietro slowly lowered the paper.
"You want me to run across the country..."
"...to buy coffee?"
"Yes."
"Seattle is almost three thousand miles away."
"So I allowed fifteen minutes."
"That should be sufficient for someone whose nervous system now supports sustained supersonic movement."
Pietro stared.
His eyelids twitched.
He looked down again.
"The second assignment."
"You want me to break into a former S.H.I.E.L.D. facility?"
"Retrieve."
"Not steal."
"Nick Fury is deliberately withholding that file even though I still possess authorized access."
"So you're simply collecting paperwork."
Pietro raised an eyebrow.
"And if someone catches me?"
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