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

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Hey everyone, how’s it going? PinkSnake here.

I think we’ve just about caught up to where Erovia left off, even if our Chapter numbering is a little different. To celebrate, I’m launching a Review Campaign for the novel Marvel: The Psychologist Who Stole Wanda and Gwen’s Hearts in NovelFire!

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After taking everyone down, Lorien and the others stripped the place clean... and destroyed the rest.

"Woo woo woo~~~"

Hela clutched a small laser pistol, grinning as she fired.

Biu~

A beam shot out, leaving a neat hole in the wall.

Lorien glanced at it, still not entirely reassured, and warned, "Hela, don’t point that at people, or your butt’s going to bloom—and not from a spanking."

Not from a spanking?

Hela froze for a second, then realized what he meant and jumped. "Do you think I’m a kid? How could I, Hela, hurt my teammates! I even apologize if I friendly-fire in games!"

That, Lorien honestly hadn’t expected. He thought she’d be the type to just finish off her teammates for fun.

Not bad—meant her gaming morals were decent. At least she wasn’t the cheating type.

Gwen and Wanda each picked up a laser gun to try out.

Gwen aimed at the air-raid shelter’s concrete wall.

Biu~

A single shot left a blackened hole in the thick concrete, the edges melted into molten rock and crystallized fragments.

"Laser guns run really hot," Gwen muttered, giving the weapon a closer look.

She dismantled it and found a crystal embedded inside. Taking it out, she tried firing again—nothing.

"So this is the power source."

She examined the crystal closely but couldn’t tell whether it was natural or manufactured.

Hela wandered over and held out her hand. "Let me see."

"Here."

Gwen passed it to her, only to watch in horror as Hela stuck it straight into her mouth.

"Hey—!"

Crunch!

Hela bit down, then handed it back like nothing happened. "Natural. Probably some kind of energy ore."

Gwen stared at the crystal, now with a neat set of teeth marks. Honestly, she was impressed—biting it to test it?

After a brief hesitation—

Crunch~

Gwen took a bite too, then pulled it out and inspected it. "So that’s what an energy crystal feels like to chew. Think I could write a paper on this?"

She looked at Lorien... and found both him and Wanda quietly staring at her.

"Uh~!" Gwen’s face instantly flushed. She jabbed a finger toward Hela, still going biu biu biu nearby. "She bit it first!"

Sure, but... was the order really the point here?

Lorien chuckled. "Youth is nice—like watching a kid play."

Wanda nodded. "Yeah... youth is carefree."

"Hey! You’re not that much older than me!" Gwen protested.

Lorien and Wanda exchanged a glance. "Older than you, though." x2

"Waaah..." Gwen groaned.

She turned to Hela, who was busy using her laser to doodle on the wall—connecting dots into rough cartoon outlines. Scarlet Witch. Spider-Gwen. The style was crude enough that no one could recognize Gwen from it.

Noticing her gaze, Hela grinned, hands on hips. "Don’t let my size fool you—I’m still older than you."

Great. Gwen finally realized—out of the three girls, she was the youngest.

After a laugh, Wanda decided to give the laser gun a try. A few biu biu biu shots later, she stared thoughtfully at the weapon.

Lorien noticed. "What’s on your mind?"

Wanda hesitated.

"I feel like... it’s more useful than magic..."

"Hahahaha."

Lorien couldn’t help but laugh at that.

Wanda, hearing him laugh, fired a few shots into the concrete wall, then followed up with a couple of magic blasts before declaring, "See? It really is more useful than magic."

Gwen and Hela both nodded—they had to admit, it felt that way too.

"I get it," Lorien said, waving a hand before explaining more seriously. "In an emergency, yeah, it’s more practical than magic. But only in an emergency. Haven’t you heard the saying?"

The three shook their heads in unison.

"Seven steps away, a gun is faster."

Gwen asked right away, "And within seven steps?"

"Still the gun — faster and dead-on."

"..."

The three thought about it—and damn, it was true.

Lorien continued, "Gwen, Hela—you two don’t need them. Your physical abilities make a laser gun pointless. But Wanda, if you don’t have a passive defensive spell ready, keeping a laser pistol on you wouldn’t hurt. That way, if you run into something where you don’t want to use magic, you can just aim and biu."

Wanda nodded. That did make sense.

Lorien glanced around. "Everyone got their guns?"

Hela raised her hand. "Got ’em all!"

"Good. Let’s go find Vulture—he’s supposed to have a weapon that can fire a continuous laser beam."

With a sweep of his hand, Lorien led the three women back out—off to "confiscate" more weapons... and rid the world of evil.

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Once outside, the sound of police sirens drifted in from a distance. Jetfire was parked right at the entrance. Lorien was about to have it drive off so they could teleport over—

—but Gwen’s eyes lit up. "Lorien, I want to try riding on the roof!"

Hela immediately waved both hands. "Me too! Me too!"

"Alright then."

Lorien slid into the driver’s seat while Wanda took the passenger side. Gwen instantly summoned her Symbiote suit, scooped Hela up, and leapt onto the car roof, crouching low. Her feet anchored firmly—no danger of falling.

As for Hela... well, if Gwen dropped her, she’d be fine.

Once everyone was set, Lorien floored it.

Vrooooom!

The Ferrari roared and launched forward, vanishing from the spot in a blink.

About thirty seconds later, a convoy of police cars screeched up and surrounded the air-raid shelter. Officers piled out—among them, Gwen’s father, George.

George checked his phone, confirming the address. The reply he’d gotten earlier still showed no updates.

"Chief George, tech says they can’t get a location," an officer reported.

George took a deep breath, then waved him on. "Go in."

Teams of officers entered, only to emerge moments later dragging several people out.

The lead officer reported, "Soon as we went in, they were all piled together in a corner—looked like someone already took them out."

George frowned. "Who?"

The officer showed him photos of bullet graffiti on the walls. "Superheroes—Spider-Woman and Scarlet Witch."

One drawing was a cartoon of Wanda casting magic, the other of Spider-Gwen clinging to a wall. Crude as they were, they were still recognizable.

"Do we make this public or keep it quiet?" the officer asked.

George studied the pictures for a moment before sighing. "Make it public."

"Huh? Why?"

"These are burned into the wall itself. You planning to dig out the whole shelter just to scrape off two drawings?"

Only then did the photographer realize—the black marks were deep scorches. Removing them would take an absurd amount of manpower and resources. It wasn’t worth it. No point hiding it—better to release it.

The officer nodded and moved to contact the press. And since there was almost no hard evidence left, the NYPD could spin the story—say they’d worked with the superheroes to clear the place out.

After all, shared credit still counted as credit.

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Meanwhile, Lorien’s Ferrari tore down the road. Inside, Lorien and Wanda barely felt the wind—but up top, it was a different story.

"Wooooo!"

Gwen, protected by her Symbiote suit, laughed and whooped in pure exhilaration. It felt amazing. Lorien knew she was secure, so he pushed the speed past a hundred.

At that velocity, bare skin would be stinging and eyes would be impossible to keep open without a helmet.

Gwen was fine.

Hela... not so much.

"Woo-woo-woo..."

The wind puffed out Hela’s cheeks, her eyes squeezed shut as it howled through her open mouth, making a muffled droning sound.

Gwen, seeing this, quickly covered her mouth and asked with mild concern, "You okay?"

Hela couldn’t speak, but she gave a big thumbs-up.

ｂ(￣▽￣)ｄ

She wasn’t going to die.

Gwen let out a relieved breath. Good thing she was a god—what normal kid could handle that kind of punishment? Especially when Lorien hit full speed; her stomach had even ballooned into a visible outline. Anyone else would have been wrecked.

But Hela? Not only could she handle it, she was loving it—yelling with excitement the whole way. Gwen herself couldn’t have lasted.

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Over ten minutes later, the Ferrari roared up to the shoreline, veering off-road and straight onto the coast.

The four got out and turned their eyes to a cruise ship in the distance.

"That one?" Gwen asked, a bit unsure.

Wanda recalled the scene she’d read from someone’s mind, then nodded. "That’s the one. No other cruise ships nearby."

Lorien studied it, matching it with the one in his memory. Yeah—this was definitely it.

Beside him, Hela was rubbing her cheeks, still sore from the wind stretching them earlier.

Once Lorien was sure, he nodded. "Alright, let’s go have some fun."

He snapped his fingers. Snap!

In an instant, the four vanished, reappearing somewhere secluded on the ship.

Gwen dismissed her Symbiote suit and glanced around. "Looks like a sightseeing cruise."

"Yeah," Wanda confirmed after scanning the surroundings. "This is the place. According to their boss’s plan, he’s going to pull off a big job here—then have a news chopper broadcast it live to the whole city."

"And finally get famous," she added flatly.

Gwen shook her head. "What a nutcase."

Hela scanned the deck. "Where’s the laser weapon?"

Lorien waved her off. "Go wherever you want. We’re here to play, remember?"

"OK." x3

The ship was huge—no need for them to stick together. This was supposed to be fun. If Lorien really wanted to find the guy, a single thought would do it. But where was the fun in that?

Gwen and Wanda paired off to explore. Hela, at first, ran off to play alone, but soon came trotting back to grab Lorien’s hand.

Lorien raised a brow. "What, need Daddy to show you around?"

But he hadn’t expected what came next...

Once Gwen and Wanda were out of earshot, Hela nodded quickly. "Let’s go to the bathroom."

"...!!!???"

Lorien instantly understood her meaning—and no, it wasn’t innocent.

He held out a hand in refusal. "Nope. Not going." Then turned on his heel.

Hela followed, clinging to his arm. "Come on, come on. Gwen being here already made it hard, and now Wanda’s back too. Can’t you spare me a little time?"

Lorien’s expression looked exactly like that Homelander meme—half panic, half disbelief.

She was too bold. Bolder than him, even. Was he the one being corrupted here?!

"Not happening. Not now," he said firmly.

"So... later, then?" Hela stepped in front of him, holding his hand. "Deal?" She stuck out her pinky. "Pinky swear."

Lorien groaned. If he didn’t do it, she’d pester him endlessly.

"...Fine." He sighed and hooked his pinky with hers.

Hela chanted, "Pinky swear, hang it high, never change for life."

"Wait," Lorien blinked. "Wasn’t it ’a hundred years’? Since when is it forever?"

"A hundred years? Pfft. Who wants that?" She tilted her chin up. "I’m a god, you’re a super-god. We’ll watch the universe die and be reborn together."

Lorien had to admit—that actually moved him a bit. And just like that, he wasn’t even mad about her little trap.

Before, he wouldn’t have entertained the thought. But now? Maybe trying it wouldn’t be so bad... ahem. Sinful.

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"Lorien!?"

A familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts.

He and Hela turned to see Natasha approaching, a glass of red wine in hand.

As usual, Lorien let his gaze travel—golden champagne dress, long legs, pale blue heels, smooth shoulders and collarbone, red hair elegantly pinned up. Ah, the wavy-haired socialite look.

Natasha reached them and asked, "Making deals with children?"

"Yeah," Lorien said casually. "Just a small one."

Hela gave Natasha an appraising look. "You look beautiful today."

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Hela," Natasha replied with a smile.

She glanced around, then said to Lorien, "Come with me, less crowded over here."

Lorien nodded, taking Hela along as they followed her to the ship’s second-deck bow. Most passengers were up top enjoying the night view, leaving this deck almost empty.

Only then did Natasha speak freely. "So what brings you here?"

Lorien smiled. "Same reason you’re here."

Natasha rolled her eyes. Yep, everyone knew the score.

So she got straight to it. "Target’s called Vulture. Gear’s similar to Falcon’s. Big ego, desperate for fame. Tonight, he’s planning to hijack this cruise and stream it to the whole city. Oh, and—he’s packing some old Chitauri tech."