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

In the Multiverse, universes are, by definition, infinite. Because the Multiverse expands endlessly, the number of universes and parallel worlds keeps growing. Even if you wanted to look at Universe No. 199999, it would be there.

So, in theory, it’s impossible for one person to know everything happening in every universe. Even with a god’s-eye view, that truth doesn’t change. If it weren’t true, there’d be no such thing as breaking the Fourth Wall.

After all, every "real" universe is still contained within the Multiverse. But there’s one universe that’s different. Unlike all the others, it has no timeline. Every other universe is, more or less, the same.

The only variations are in the people—like in the What If... settings: Crocodile Loki, kid Loki, old man Loki, or female Loki. The identities remain the same, though. No matter what, they’re all still Loki.

That’s why Gwenpool was shocked when she discovered Lorien Su.

"Why haven’t I seen him in any other universe?"

She flipped back through timelines, curious about this new figure’s history. After all, she’d never seen him before.

It was just like flipping through a comic, stumbling across a character who caught your attention—of course you’d flip back to the beginning to see where they came from. That’s what any comic reader would do.

So Gwenpool rewound Lorien’s history, all the way back to Avengers: Age of Ultron. From there, the familiar story played out.

Lorien met Banner.

Lorien met Stephen.

Lorien met Gwen.

Lorien and—

"Huh!?"

Gwenpool froze when she saw Gwen.

"She looks so much like me!"

She jumped out of bed, grabbed a mirror, and compared herself. Sure enough, the Gwen Lorien met looked at least 80% like her!

Now, the Multiverse is full of Gwens... but none looked like this—not in any long-running comics. Only Spider-Gwen and Gwenpool herself.

So when she saw Spider-Gwen, she froze again. She had always thought every Gwen across the Multiverse looked like her. But now, here was one almost identical!

"Interesting!"

Excited, Gwenpool kept following the timeline. Soon, Lorien’s Gwen was revealed to be Spider-Gwen. She found Lorien, they got closer, got to know each other, and eventually started dating.

"Ohhhhhh~~~~!"

Gwenpool covered her face, squealing with excitement, kicking her legs on the bed like a fangirl. They looked so alike that she couldn’t help but project herself into Spider-Gwen. It felt like Spider-Gwen was her!

But then Wanda entered the picture. She also met Lorien, got close to him, and started dating.

"Ugh~, is she competing with Gwen? Who ends up winning?"

Gwenpool quickly kept watching. And eventually... both Gwen and Wanda were with Lorien. Both loved him, and Lorien treated them well in return.

"Okay, you big jerk. I admit you’re charming, but you’re still a jerk. Why can’t you just love Gwen?"

She puffed her cheeks in frustration, fully immersed in Spider-Gwen’s perspective. From her third-person view, she wanted Spider-Gwen—or herself—to have Lorien all to herself. That way, Gwen alone could enjoy all of his love!

But what she didn’t realize was... if she ever told Spider-Gwen this idea, Spider-Gwen would roll her eyes and snap:

"You trying to get me killed?"

At that point, it wouldn’t just be her mouth or body that suffered. Her entire being would be in for a beating.

Of course, Gwenpool was only venting. She kept watching the timeline until she reached the present.

"That’s it? It’s over?"

She felt a wave of disappointment. She couldn’t see the future—only what had already been recorded. Reaching the present meant she had caught up with the latest Chapter. The rest could only be read as Lorien continued living his life.

"Ahhhhhh~~~~!"

She collapsed in frustration.

"I really want to see more~~~!"

But she couldn’t. So Gwenpool got up and turned to the stack of brand-new comics Lorien had brought out.

She hadn’t stolen them—she was just directly accessing their existence. If they existed, she could see them. That was only natural.

...

On the other side.

After the three returned home, Lorien chose a room—neither too big nor too small—to use as his manga collection room. Gwen had the same thought.

"The best place to read manga is in bed or on the sofa. Other places are secondary."

With a wave of Lorien’s hand, finely crafted wooden bookshelves appeared, scattered across the room. A few beanbag sofas were set by the floor-to-ceiling windows, each big enough for two or three people to sink into.

Wanda looked around, then raised her hand and cast a bit of magic. Crimson energy shimmered across the shelves, and flowers and vines began to sprout, spreading along the walls until the entire room was alive with greenery.

"Wow~~~"

Gwen’s eyes sparkled. The scenery inside the room was simply stunning.

The far wall was a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Manhattan and the New York skyline. If anyone grew tired of reading by the window, they could still gaze into the distance, resting their eyes on the view.

The other three walls now held shelves of comics framed by greenery. A collection room like this—who wouldn’t love it? Even Gwenpool beyond the Fourth Wall would approve!

Gwen began unpacking her own comics onto the shelves. She wasn’t placing them haphazardly either—you had to line up identical series neatly in order: 1, 2, 3, and so on. Lorien and Wanda joined in to help.

Before long, the last book was shelved. Gwen clapped her hands, stepped back to the doorway, and admired the scene.

"It’s so beautiful!"

Lorien agreed. The house had gained another room worthy of endless praise. A true haven for any otaku.

Everyone nodded with satisfaction, then grabbed comics and sprawled on the beanbags to read by the window.

Though, in truth, only Gwen seemed focused on the comics. Wanda, after a short while, shifted closer to Lorien, snuggling against him. The two of them shared the same beanbag.

Lorien read a little, then found himself gazing at Wanda’s beautiful profile, and beyond that, at the glittering cityscape outside.

New York’s night view was mesmerizing. The backstreets might lack lamplight, but the avenues glowed with streetlights, and the high-rises shone with countless inner lights. The city looked vibrant and endless, impossible to tire of.

But with a beauty in his arms, how could Lorien keep his hands to himself?

His hand began to wander. Wanda paused but said nothing. As long as he didn’t go too far, this was home—she could allow it.

But was Lorien really the type to stay honest?

Wanda suddenly stiffened, grabbed his hand, and turned to glare at him. Lorien only found her glare even more enchanting. Her eyes, sharp with irritation, looked even lovelier to him.

Gwen noticed the tension. She glanced up, caught Wanda’s glare, and glared right back.

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In her mind, Wanda was doing it on purpose. She knew Lorien wasn’t behaving, and yet she still deliberately cozied up to him. If that wasn’t intentional, then what was it?

Wanda, catching Gwen’s glare, turned back and smacked Lorien lightly.

Lorien only shrugged. It didn’t hurt—he could take it.

Just then, the Ballerina Twins appeared at the doorway.

"Ms. Wanda, Ms. Gwen, it’s yoga time. Do you need training tonight?"

"Yes!"

Both Gwen and Wanda answered at the same time. They stood and followed the twins.

Lorien, of course, wouldn’t stop them. If anything, he was eager to sneak a look.

Why not just watch directly? Because if Wanda knew he was watching, she’d be too embarrassed to do the wide, open stretches. Instead, Lorien projected the scene in his Little Universe.

In the projection, the Ballerina Twins first led the women through warm-ups. Once their muscles loosened, they moved on to ligament stretches. When those could handle more strain, they shifted to larger movements for strength and endurance, ending with extreme poses to push their limits.

At the start, Wanda’s long, shapely legs could only stretch to 110–120 degrees—her untrained range. After some practice, Lorien had personally experienced her reaching 130–140. Already impressive. Gwen could hit 180 instantly, but her physique was different.

Now, Wanda looked to be reaching 150. With more training, 180 wasn’t far off.

"Hell yeah~!"

Lorien grinned happily. With the Ballerina Twins guiding them properly, it was well worth it. A huge win.

Meanwhile, in the actual room, after a session of training—

"Click~"

The stopwatch in Bella’s hand beeped.

"Haa~~~"

Wanda collapsed onto the yoga mat, nearly exhausted. Her jade-like skin was coated in a sheen of sweat, and strands of her hair clung to her ears. Yet far from diminishing her beauty, it gave her a unique, athletic allure.

"Boom Boom"

Gwen bounced lightly on her mat, then looked at Wanda with a grin.

"You still can’t hit 180, Wanda. No wonder Lorien doesn’t take you for the advanced moves..."

Wanda rolled her eyes.

"Don’t brag, Gwen. In the end, your legs were shaking like crazy."

Gwen lifted her chin.

"You’re no better."

With that, the two headed off to shower. Their bodies were slick with sweat—there was no way they could stand not washing up.

But Lorien could hardly stand it either. After watching the entire yoga session, his desire was burning.

Without hesitation, he crept over and waited outside until they finished.

"Splash~!"

He yanked open the door and declared boldly:

"Tonight, I’m either taking you all down... or you’re taking me."

...

The next day.

Before Lorien had even woken up, Tony was already saying a temporary goodbye to Pepper at home.

"I’m going to study magic. I might be gone for a month, or I might come back right away.

But I promise I won’t be gone too long, Pepper. Trust me."

Pepper hugged him tightly. She understood him now. Whether for the future or the present, it was a good thing for Tony to learn more. It wasn’t like he was going off to flirt or drink himself into trouble.

So she nodded.

"Go and come back soon, Tony. Don’t worry, I can take care of myself."

Tony wanted to say more, but he realized that no matter what he said, it wouldn’t matter as much as keeping his word—or simply coming back early. So he just patted Pepper on the back, then turned and left.

It was only six in the morning. Lorien was still at home, one arm wrapped around Wanda, the other around Gwen, sleeping soundly.

...

Moments later, Tony—wearing his nanotech armor—blasted across the sky at Mach speed, cutting through subspace until he reached the Himalayas. For his Iron Man suit, thousands of kilometers were no more than minutes.

Inside the armor, Friday’s voice chimed.

"Sir, Kamar-Taj is ahead."

Tony glanced at the coordinates she provided. Just like when he first came here with Stephen, he landed on the outskirts of Kamar-Taj. He retracted his armor, changing into a simple outfit, slipped on a pair of plain glasses, and walked toward the village below.

The moment he entered, his glasses went to work—analyzing the environment, scanning every passerby. Fortunately, his clothes today were ordinary enough that he looked like just another city man, not some suit-and-tie executive. Hardly anyone gave him a second glance.

Hands in his pockets, Tony strolled casually, but satellites overhead were already feeding him a detailed 3D map of the town.

He studied the projection, frowning.

"This isn’t right. The town I’m seeing is much smaller than it should be."

Which meant the real town was far bigger. Much bigger.

So where was the missing part hidden? And why couldn’t he see it?

Tony lingered, hands still in his pockets, studying his surroundings. Looking at the people was useless—they all seemed completely ordinary.

And even if a sorcerer stood right in front of him, would his glasses really detect the magic inside them? Probably not.

So what then?

Tony thought for a moment, then smiled as an idea came to him.

"Friday, mark every footprint on the ground in different colors. Don’t leave a single one untagged."

"Understood, sir."

A moment later, his lenses lit up with a flood of colored footprints. But there were far too many.

"Filter out normal tracks—like people leaving their houses or going home."

At once, the clutter vanished. Only a handful of footprints remained scattered through the town.

Tony chuckled.

"Got you."

He followed the trails. But they didn’t lead to one place—each went in a different direction.

"Multiple entrances?"

He traced their endpoints. They were scattered everywhere, across the entire town. Yet each one ended at... a wall.

Curious, Tony followed one set until he stood before an unremarkable stone wall. The street was deserted.

He studied it. Nothing unusual—just plain old blue stone.

But then, before his puzzled eyes, the wall slowly shifted open.

From within stepped a man clad in robes and a cloak, his looks second only to Lorien’s.

"Tony Stark?"

"Yes?"

"Come in. I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour."

"?"

Tony blinked in confusion but stepped inside.

The stone wall slid shut behind him.

...

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