For the first time since awakening, I caught my reflection.
A mirror in the corner of the room revealed her—me. Wanda Maximoff. Except… different. My old self had been plain, always hunched over lab equipment, living on too much coffee and too little sunlight. But this body? This body radiated beauty.
Long waves of ginger hair cascaded around my shoulders, catching faint red highlights in the light. My skin was porcelain, smooth and flawless, almost unreal. My lips—fuller, softer, painted with a natural rose tint—parted in surprise as I leaned closer.
I looked almost identical to Elizabeth Olsen, the actress who had played Wanda in my old world. But there was something more here. My eyes shimmered with a deep, magnetic intensity, and my features were sculpted into a form just slightly sharper, more refined, impossibly alluring.
I wasn't just Wanda. I was Wanda perfected.
I peeled away the red jacket draped over my shoulders, curiosity bubbling. My body moved with a grace that was never mine before—every line, every curve was breathtaking. The mirror revealed an hourglass figure, soft yet strong, with breasts that seemed made to draw the eye and a narrow waist leading down to long, sculpted legs.
I ran my hands along my sides, marveling at the warmth, the softness of this new skin. The sensation was overwhelming, more vivid than anything I'd ever felt in my old life. My heart fluttered at the thought—this body wasn't just powerful. It was beautiful, sensual, magnetic.
A laugh slipped from me, half in disbelief. I'm a goddess.
For a moment, I allowed myself to indulge, brushing fingers across my collarbone, tracing over curves that seemed too perfect to belong to me. It was intoxicating—the way my touch sent tiny shivers racing through my nerves, every sense magnified.
And yet beneath that thrill was a realization. In my old life, I'd never felt truly at home in my body. I'd been brilliant, yes, but awkward, invisible. Here, though? For the first time, I felt powerful and desirable.
I straightened, lifting my chin, watching how the movement made my hair fall like fire around my face. My reflection smiled back—not just Wanda Maximoff, not just a reincarnated scientist. A woman reborn, dangerous, intelligent, and undeniably beautiful.
This body was mine now. And I intended to use every advantage it gave me.