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Marvel Reborn as Wanda Maximus.

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A individual from the 21st century is Reincarnated into Marvel as. Wanda Maximoff. This individual is a lesbian and incredibly intelligent. There will be lesbian relationships and the main character is Wanda And understands how powerful wanda can be, so will be quite overpowered.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter One – Scarlet Awakening

Darkness.

That was the last thing I remembered before the explosion swallowed me whole. One miscalculation, one variable I hadn't accounted for in my experiment—the irony was unbearable. I had spent my entire life in pursuit of knowledge, hailed as a genius with an IQ over two hundred, and yet my brilliance had ended in the same tragic mistake as any reckless scientist: hubris.

I remembered the searing heat, the collapse of my lab, and the bitter thought that I would never get to finish my work.

And then—light.

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in the ruins of my laboratory. My chest rose and fell with steady breaths, not the ragged gasps of a dying woman. My body felt different—smaller, lighter, stronger. And when I looked down, I saw slender hands, pale skin, and fingers trembling with energy.

That's when the truth hit me.

I wasn't me anymore.

I was Wanda Maximoff.

Of all the universes, of all the possibilities—Marvel. My heart pounded. My old life's obsession with comics, anime, and films slammed into my mind like a tidal wave. If this was real, if I had actually been reincarnated… then I knew exactly what world I was in. And if I was Wanda…

I had power.

Closing my eyes, I tried to summon it. The red mist came instantly, coiling around my hands like a living flame. It was intoxicating, dangerous, raw chaos that thrummed through every nerve in my body. I could feel equations forming in my head, my scientist's brain racing to understand it. Energy manipulation, probability distortion, chaos magic—the mechanics of it defied my old world's physics, but the patterns were there.

I wasn't just Wanda. I was me—reborn into her body, her life, her destiny.

But when?

I forced myself to breathe, to analyze. Bits of memory surfaced—not mine, but hers. The fall of Sokovia. Pietro… dead. Ultron destroyed. The Avengers offering her a home in the wake of her grief.

That meant the timeline was clear. I was after Age of Ultron. Before Civil War.

Which meant I had time. Time to prepare. Time to experiment. Time to decide if I would let this universe play out as I remembered—or change it.

I raised my hand again, the scarlet haze flickering at my fingertips. In my old life, my brilliance had killed me. In this one?

It might just save the world.