The air shimmered with a tension that seemed to ripple through every corner of reality. The sky above Westview was fractured—cracks of unstable energy jagging like lightning bolts, splintering the world apart piece by piece. Within the remnants of the town, a woman cloaked in deep red and black stood tall, eyes fierce, but heavy with exhaustion.
Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, the wielder of chaos magic, drew in a shaky breath. Her hands trembled as she wove intricate sigils into the air. The darkened skies roared in response, shadows twisting and forming shapes only she could see. She had fought so many battles—battles that scarred her soul as much as her body—but this was unlike anything she'd faced before.
The Time Variance Authority had come for her.
For years, she had hidden in solitude, honing her powers, mastering spells that defied the natural laws of the multiverse. And for years, she had dared to dream—dreamed of a life with Vision restored, a son to raise in peace, a family unbroken by the chaos of their past.
Her son, Matthew Izuku Maximoff, was everything she had wished for—an innocent, a beacon of hope born from a fractured timeline, a fragile thread weaving together magic and love. But their existence was a threat to the TVA's strict order.
As the heavy boots of TVA agents tore through the invisible fabric of her reality, Wanda clenched her fists. She could not let them take her family.
Vision stood beside her, calm and resolute. The synthetic gleam of his face softened as he looked at their son playing near the broken walls of the town. "We must protect him, Wanda," he said quietly. "Whatever it takes."
A fierce surge of chaos magic enveloped Wanda, swirling in emerald and crimson tendrils around her. She raised her voice, chanting the ancient incantations woven into her grimoire—a tome she had crafted from years of pain, knowledge, and hope.
The world around them twisted, folding and tearing in impossible ways. Wanda opened a portal—a gateway between universes, a desperate chance to save her son.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, she whispered to her beloved son, "Go to the other world, my sweet Matthew. Find safety. Find peace."
Vision lifted the boy into his arms, stepping through the portal as Wanda's magic held it open. The edges of the portal flickered with unstable power, threatening to collapse.
"Wait for me," Vision called back, his voice urgent. "I will return."
Wanda's voice cracked as she answered, "I will fight as long as I breathe."
Then, with a burst of chaotic energy, Vision and Matthew vanished into the unknown.
The battlefield erupted into a storm of light and shadow as the TVA closed in. Wanda's final stand was both magnificent and tragic—her magic blazing like a star in the night sky before flickering out.
Far away, in a quiet town of Japan, a young boy fell from the sky into the arms of loving strangers.
When Izuku Midoriya opened his eyes, the world was unfamiliar yet strangely comforting.
His adoptive mother's gentle hands brushed the dirt from his face. "You're safe now, Matthew," Inko Midoriya whispered, a warmth in her voice he had never known.
His adoptive father, Hisashi, looked on with quiet strength. "We will protect you, no matter what."
But the boy knew—deep inside—he was not from this world.
The grimoire—bound in crimson leather and glowing faintly with a red light—waited silently on the edge of his destiny.
A legacy of magic, mystery, and power whispered to him through the echoes of a fractured thread.