Marvel: The Psychologist Who Stole Wanda and Gwen's Hearts!

Wanda rolled her eyes at Lorien’s suggestion, giving him a "you’re impossible" look. Still, she did as he asked.

With a flicker of Chaos Magic, her ordinary pants shifted into black stockings with about fifty percent sheen and transparency—complete with garter straps.

Of course, Wanda wasn’t about to wear just that. She added a knee-length red skirt. Not too long, not too short... but underneath, there was nothing else.

Naturally, Lorien wasn’t the type to keep things proper. With a small motion of his fingers, the Ferrari’s windows became one-way—clear from the inside out, but impossible to see through from outside.

"Ahem~"

Once everything was set, Lorien cleared his throat and drove on as if nothing had happened. His left hand stayed on the steering wheel, but his right hand wandered... feeling the smooth silk beneath his fingers.

Rustle~

The sound was perfectly normal. Just the fabric brushing under his touch.

The Ferrari cruised along the seaside, Lorien steering with one hand.

"Wanna grab something to eat?" he asked.

"Mm..." Wanda pressed her lips together and nodded.

The car continued its unrestrained pace along the road.

After a while, Wanda bit at the corner of her lip, her voice soft.

"A little higher... I can’t take it..."

Only then did Lorien realize he’d been pushing too hard—not on her, but on the car. Flooring the gas like that wasn’t doing the engine any favors. He eased off, letting the Ferrari glide more gently.

Wanda let out a quiet sigh of relief. If things had gone on like that, she wouldn’t have made it till nightfall.

But honestly... that didn’t sit well with Lorien. What fun was enjoying something alone? Sharing the fun was always better. He was all about mutual enjoyment, after all.

So he slowed the pace.

After a while, the Ferrari pulled up in front of a restaurant. Lorien stepped out first, closed the door, then walked around to help Wanda out, keeping a steady arm around her as they went inside. Her legs still felt a little weak.

A group of women leaving the restaurant caught sight of them, their eyes drawn to the affectionate way Lorien helped her out of the car.

"Look at that," one said enviously. "He’s so good to her."

Hearing that, Wanda’s calves instinctively tensed a little.

Inside, Lorien led her to a quiet corner. He settled Wanda into her seat before taking his own and calling the waiter over to order.

Once the waiter left, Wanda slumped forward against the table, muttering, "You’re awful, Lorien..."

"No, no." Lorien shook his head. "I didn’t actually do anything. You’re just too weak, Wanda."

Her face flushed crimson. The nerve of him—calling her weak!

Her temper flared, and before she even thought it through, she blurted, "What about Gwen? How much can she take?"

That caught Lorien off guard. He hadn’t expected her to ask that. But he only smiled.

"About... three Wandas, I’d say."

"You—!"

The fact that he’d just used her as a unit of measurement made her bristle. She kicked his shoes under the table, unable to start a real fight here but perfectly willing to spar with her feet.

After a brief bout of playful kicks, Wanda folded her arms, still fuming.

"You’re dead tonight~!"

"Oh?" Lorien took a sip of ice water, looking unimpressed. "I’ll be waiting. Whoever surrenders is a puppy."

Wanda curled her lips. "Whoever surrenders is a puppy!"

...

The waiter brought over their dishes, and the two stopped teasing each other, focusing on the meal instead. Lorien fed Wanda between bites, and she did the same for him. They finished dinner wrapped in quiet affection, the magic of love making the food taste even better.

When they were done, Lorien paid the bill, leaving both the tip and the meal cost, then led Wanda toward the car.

But she rubbed her stomach and sighed. "I think I ate too much."

Lorien glanced at the night view, which wasn’t bad at all. "Then let’s walk a bit."

"Mm, but you have to hold me~"

"Alright~"

Leaving Jetfire parked, Lorien wrapped an arm around her and they strolled down the street, surrounded by the glow of the city at night.

As they walked, Wanda began telling him about her time learning magic at Kamar-Taj. At first, she’d wanted to jump straight into teleportation magic, but the Ancient One had insisted she start with other fundamentals. So, after her very first conversation with Lorien, she decided to learn something else—outfit change magic.

She picked it up incredibly quickly—learned in the morning, mastered before the afternoon. The Ancient One was surprised, but not entirely shocked.

From there, more spells followed, and soon the Ancient One realized Wanda was a prodigy—possibly one of the most gifted in the entire universe. With proper teaching, even surpassing Stephen wouldn’t be hard for her.

After a full night of consideration, The Ancient One handed her a magic book, telling her to study it thoroughly on her own. Teleportation magic was in there as well.

Wanda ended up reading through the entire magic system and all its spells, learning quite a few. Under The Ancient One’s guidance, she was eventually coaxed into practicing the Eternal Portal spell.

"At that point," Wanda said, frowning slightly, "I suddenly felt like the whole thing became impossibly difficult. It was like all the speed I had in learning magic before had been an illusion."

"So I just kept going—your letters kept me motivated, and The Ancient One guided me step by step. It wasn’t until I mastered the spell that I finally saw you again."

Lorien couldn’t help but laugh. "Haha."

"You bad guy!" Wanda’s cheeks flushed red, a mix of irritation and embarrassment, and she reached out to smack his stomach.

"Alright, alright." Lorien caught her hand, turning it over in his palm and playing with her fingers as he spoke. "You need to have confidence. I know your talent—that’s why I’ve always told you not to worry and just focus on working hard. But confidence isn’t arrogance. You have to stay humble while still embracing every bit of knowledge you can."

Wanda nodded in agreement. If she had kept that mindset at Kamar-Taj, she wouldn’t have doubted herself so much. Luckily, Lorien’s constant letters had kept her from breaking under the pressure.

Of course, The Ancient One hadn’t done it out of malice. The Book of the Vishanti was invaluable, and mastering this spell was as much a test as it was a gift. She had known that once Wanda learned the Eternal Portal, she’d immediately go looking for Lorien—and Lorien would recognize the book instantly.

In the end, it was both trial and reward, and whether she could handle both depended entirely on her. Wanda had passed.

She hadn’t understood before, but now she did. Hugging Lorien’s arm, she rested her head against his shoulder and whispered softly.

"It’s so nice to have you, Lorien."

Lorien almost replied with a casual "Same here," but for the sake of the moment, he leaned in and said softly, "Me too."

They strolled through the night-lit streets. If it were anyone else, they’d probably be thinking about heading back by now—after all, you still had to get in the car and drive home. But Lorien didn’t have that problem; Jetfire would follow them on its own.

Not that this was the important part. In every relationship, it’s not the grand, fiery passion that’s the norm, but the slow, aimless walks like this. The "streets" here were just a stand-in for life itself. In this day and age, especially in the East, where people think strolling around is something cheap and trivial, it’s actually these walks that open people’s hearts.

When you both slow down and talk quietly, what you share is real—straight from the heart. Passion doesn’t guarantee longevity, but the kind of love that’s shared over long walks tends to last much longer. That’s why.

Ding—

Lorien’s phone rang. He pulled it out—Gwen.

He answered with Wanda right there, switching to speaker.

"Lorien! I found the gang’s base!"

"I’m right outside it now. Hurry and bring Hela over to play!"

Come over to play? That’s the kind of thing that could hurt a villain’s feelings.

"Alright, got it. We’ll be right there."

He hung up and was about to take Wanda back to get Hela when she stopped him.

"Wait." She pulled out her magic book. "Let me try a teleportation spell."

Lorien thought for a moment. "Alright. But use the regular one, not the Eternal Portal. I’ll show you how."

He flipped open the Book of the Vishanti in her hands, pointing to the section on the Eternal Portal.

"Cut off the beginning and the end... skip this part here, tweak that part there, and you’re set."

Wanda blinked at him, a little lost, but tried it right away. She drew a quick motion in the air with one hand, and a scarlet portal bloomed open.

"Ah...?" She stared at it in disbelief. Ordinary teleportation was this easy?

Lorien could practically hear her thoughts. He nodded. "That’s all there is to it. Let’s go."

They left the car behind and stepped straight through the portal.

Before leaving, Lorien called out to Jetfire. "Head to the destination first."

Jetfire blinked its headlights twice, then drove off toward Gwen’s location ahead of them.

...

As soon as Wanda opened the portal, the two stepped through and arrived at their front door.

Lorien pushed it open without even going inside and called out,

"Hela, we’re going to get the laser gun to play with. You’ve got thirty seconds—"

"Coming~!"

He hadn’t even finished when the girl shot out using her divine power, slipped into her little leather shoes, and with a small hop over the threshold, declared, "Here!"

Lorien gave her a thumbs-up. "Nice."

Wanda chuckled from the side.

Once they were ready—

Snap!

Lorien snapped his fingers, and in the next moment, all three were teleported straight to Gwen’s side.

Gwen, wearing her Symbiote battle suit, was standing on the wall. With her feet braced like she was in high heels, she balanced easily, both hands holding a pink phone as she played on it.

When she noticed Lorien, she tucked her phone away and leapt down. Lorien caught her and set her on her feet.

"Where are they?" Hela asked eagerly.

Gwen pointed toward an abandoned air-raid shelter. "Inside. But not all of them are here."

"No problem," Lorien said casually. "As long as the toys are all there."

By toys, of course, he meant their weapons.

Now that he knew where they were, Lorien strode straight toward the entrance, with Gwen, Wanda, and Hela following close behind.

Seeing Wanda back, Gwen asked curiously, "Wanda, have you finished learning magic?"

"Of course," Wanda smiled. "That’s why I’m back."

"That’s great..." Gwen looked at her enviously. "Then you can live with Lorien every day. I can’t—not unless I go to college. I still have to go to school."

Wanda was caught off guard. She’d expected Gwen to say something else, not something so blunt and without a hint of suggestion.

So she just replied just as directly, "It’s fine. You’re about to graduate, right? Lorien already said—once you get good grades and show your dad, you can move out."

Gwen nodded to confirm it, but she still rubbed her face with a groan. "I don’t want to wait even a day. I just want to stop living at home now."

The truth was, Gwen couldn’t always stay with Lorien through the night. When things at home got busy, she had to sneak back in the middle of the night or rush home at dawn, half-asleep. Only on nights when she was so worn out she could barely stand would Lorien use magic to send her straight back.

Right now was one of those busy periods—thanks to the very gang they were after. George thought New York was getting unsafe again, so lately he’d been checking in on Gwen at night to make sure she was home.

Lorien, walking ahead, overheard their conversation and quietly let out a breath of relief—while also feeling a spark of satisfaction. There was hope here. But now wasn’t the time to rush.

They moved deeper inside until they reached the main chamber of the air-raid shelter, a vast and empty space.

In two corners, piles of Chitauri relics were stacked high—even a massive, broken piece of a Chitauri war beast. On the other side, people were working at benches, assembling what was clearly weaponry.

"Who’s there?!"

The moment the four of them entered, the people inside spotted them. One man instantly grabbed a weapon and aimed it their way.

Wanda raised a hand and gave a small squeeze—lifting him off his feet and slamming him against the wall.

Bang!

He had a decent physique, but it didn’t matter—he was out cold instantly.

Another man, seeing this, pretended to surrender with his hands behind his back—but there was a pistol hidden at his waist. Wanda sensed it immediately. Without hesitation, she lifted him into the air as well.

Clack!

Sure enough, the gun clattered to the ground.

She shot Lorien a helpless look.

He waved it off and addressed the group. "Who’s your boss?"

He already suspected it was the Vulture, but the man wasn’t in sight.

Some muttered they didn’t know, others stayed silent—only one spoke up. "He’s outside."

"Alright." Lorien nodded, then turned to Gwen with a grin. "Let’s help your dad pad his record a bit."

Gwen: "?"

Under her puzzled gaze, Lorien had Wanda take control of the man’s mind and get the exact location of their boss.

Then—snap!—he wiped their memories of the group’s arrival. In an instant, they all collapsed, unconscious, in a heap in the corner.

He had Jetfire anonymously send the location to George, then dusted his hands and turned to Hela. "Go ahead, pick whatever you like and take it."

"Wahoo~!"

She darted toward the pile of Chitauri junk, but Lorien pointed toward the workbenches. "I meant over there. Take the finished stuff."

"Oh~" She immediately changed direction.

Lorien scanned the area, then followed her. "Come on, let’s see if there’s anything fun."

"Does this count as stealing?"

"Superheroes carrying out justice—how could this be stealing? We’re just eliminating future threats to the city."