Chapter 13: The Despairing Scarlet Witch! Go See a Psychologist!

Half a month later.

Wanda went on her first mission with everyone: to track down and arrest a group of terrorists.

Wanda went.

Also going were Captain America, Hawkeye, Natasha, Falcon, and other members of the Chouzhelian Alliance.

By afternoon.

Just as the mission was about to end.

To save Captain America, Wanda used Chaos Magic but lost control and hurled a bomb high into the air.

Then she blew up an entire floor of people next to her.

The people inside were crying, screaming, dying, wounded.

A tremendous wave of regret welled up inside Wanda in an instant.

Guilt flooded her heart.

And plunged her deeper into despair.

Losing one family member had left her in such agony, yet now with a single slip on her part, far more people had died.

Captain America glanced at Wanda, then rushed into the building to rescue survivors.

At that moment, Wanda looked down at her hands.

A thought rose within her: never to use any power again.

"I..."

Seeing Wanda's state.

Natasha had wanted to comfort Wanda first.

"Natasha, hurry! Save them!"

But Captain America's shout made her bypass Wanda for now and go help the people in the building.

Afterward.

Wanda returned to the Chouzhelian Alliance base in a daze.

And for the next day or two after that.

Even a full week later, Wanda showed no sign of improvement.

The number of words she spoke each day didn't even exceed ten.

Nothing more than brief answers to questions.

Many more days passed.

On the internet, the outcry against superheroes grew even louder.

But some rational voices also spoke up.

"It's not that we don't need superheroes!"

"It's that these superheroes must be subject to human oversight!"

"Otherwise our property and safety will be destroyed by the superheroes themselves!"

Faced with the violence of online opinion.

Wanda began showing symptoms akin to depression.

She also bought clothes with a hood.

Whenever she had to go out on a mission.

Wanda would now wear the hood up.

But that just wouldn't do.

One day.

Tony Stark stood with arms crossed, watching Wanda's state and thinking for a long while.

Natasha came over to Tony's side, and together they watched Wanda before speaking up.

"She needs to change, otherwise a mind and spirit like this will collapse one day."

Hawkeye, who had walked over, nodded in agreement after hearing this.

"Yes, if this keeps up, she might find some remote place to live alone, or even leave the Chouzhelian Alliance on her own."

They were all agents.

They all knew what that state of mind felt like.

Tony, however, still stood with arms crossed.

He thought for a moment, then stroked his chin.

Then his face suddenly lit up!

"Right."

The moment the idea struck.

Tony went back to the car and took out a business card.

Then he came to Wanda's seat, placed the card on the table, and slid it over to her.

"OK, Young Lady Wanda Maximoff."

"I'll cover the cost for free—you can go find the person on this card and have a chat, consider it a trip to clear your head."

"Many people recommended him to me before; I don't think I need him, but you do."

"They all say he's the best psychologist in the world; I think you could give it a try."

Faced with Iron Man Tony's recommendation.

Wanda raised her head and looked at the business card on the table.

Su Yi

Address: New York, Manhattan, Northern Tower, Floor xx

This business card exudes an air of high status.