Chapter 1169

Hawk has thoroughly understood the Celestials' plan.

One sentence.

That pseudo-Hawk they concocted is, to Hawk, not worth worrying about.

But this Scarlet Witch they created through Wanda's timeline?

That is a different story.

Natasha listened to this statement from Hawk, the excited expression on her face stiffening as she looked at him: "You're not worried about Black Hawk, but you're worried about the Scarlet Witch?"

Hawk nodded very honestly.

"That's right."

"You can't beat her?"

"Yes."

"..."

Natasha fell silent. After a while, she recovered, then looked at the candid-faced Hawk and squeezed out a sentence.

"I don't understand."

"Because Wanda is my natural counter."

It must be said that, from another perspective, the Celestials stumbled into this by accident.

The Black Hawk they specifically concocted is not worth fearing for Hawk, but the Scarlet Witch they created because they needed to make Black Hawk has made Hawk somewhat wary.

Actually, it's easy to explain.

His timeline only completed its contraction and total closed loop because of Wanda, making it impossible for anyone to mess with his timeline again.

But it is precisely because of the time that contracted due to Wanda that if anyone else were to enter his timeline, that person could only be Wanda.

Although the Wanda created by the Celestials is not Hawk's Wanda, and she doesn't even qualify as an ectopic version of his Wanda.

But she is indeed Wanda, so she does indeed have a probability of entering Hawk's timeline.

This is also the reason why Hawk said Wanda is his natural counter.

Better safe than sorry.

Hawk came this time to decide everything in one battle and completely shatter the Celestials' dream, so he will not give the Celestials the slightest opportunity.

"This is also the reason why I need a helper."

"A helper?"

"Yes."

"Stephen had his head crushed by this Scarlet Witch with one hand; I can't imagine anyone here who could beat this Scarlet Witch."

"The one who can kill you is never your enemy, but yourself."

"I've heard that saying, so..."

"Wanda!"

The Celestials have, by a stroke of irony, created a Scarlet Witch who might be able to counter him.

Likewise.

Hawk has also, by a stroke of irony, gone to a secondary space-time first and reunited with the Wanda of that secondary space-time.

No wonder they say the antidote is always within seven steps.

The Scarlet Witch created by the Celestials might be very powerful.

But a fake is a fake.

And the Wanda of the secondary space-time is the real Wanda, just an ectopic version of her.

And she's even a blackened version of Wanda.

Therefore—

"I need to return to the secondary space-time first."

Hawk said this to Natasha in front of him: "After I go back, don't reveal any news about me; after all, they don't know I've been here yet."

Natasha heard this and nodded with a serious expression: "I understand. I won't tell anyone about this until you return."

Hawk nodded, then immediately began calling Mephisto through the soul imprint Mephisto had handed over.

Very quickly.

Under the gaze of Natasha and Andy, the Hawk standing before them disappeared as if he had never existed.

Andy looked at the vanished Hawk, reacted, looked at Natasha, and couldn't help but speak up, asking that question again: "Who exactly is he?"

Natasha also came back to her senses, looked at the confused Andy, smiled slightly, and then looked back at the spot where Hawk had just disappeared.

"Him..."

"Our savior!"

"A creditor!"

In the Underworld dimension, Mephisto looked at Hawk, whom he had just picked up not long after he went up, his face filled with a miserable expression: "Can I call you creditor? If you keep going back and forth like this and they find out, I won't take any responsibility."

Hawk looked at Mephisto, who was complaining incessantly after picking him up, and smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, if it's my fault, I won't let you take the responsibility."

"That's good."

Mephisto heard Hawk's guarantee, his miserable expression finally easing. After letting out a sigh of relief, he looked at Hawk: "Didn't you just go up? Why are you back down already?"

Hawk smiled: "I already know what they want to do. Why stay there? Just to waste time?"

Mephisto blinked.

"So what's next for you..."

"Find someone, and start pushing!"

Hawk's smile was brilliant, and immediately after, he repeated the same process, disappearing from Mephisto's sight and returning to the secondary space-time he had come from.

At 521A Palm Street in the secondary space-time.

Although this trip back and forth for Hawk was but a blink of an eye according to Underworld time, in this secondary space-time, Hawk had been gone for nearly a month.

But for the current Hawk, time is already the least valuable thing.

But for ordinary life, a month is still quite long; the most intuitive proof is that the lawn in front of 521A Palm Street has grown much thicker.

Its lushness is almost to the point where the City Hall could issue a fine.

So Wanda, who got up this morning, stood in front of the kitchen window with a coffee cup in one hand, while using her other hand to shield the reality at the door, manipulating the lawnmower with Scarlet magic to work.

Just then.

A familiar voice rang out from behind her.

"Don't let the neighbors see, or they'll tie you to a cross and burn you."

"..."

Wanda, holding the coffee cup, raised an eyebrow, turned her head, looked at the appearing Hawk, and said with a smile: "I'm not a Salem witch who would obediently let them send me to the cross."

Hawk also laughed.

"Aren't you?"

"Of course."

Wanda tilted her head, looking at Hawk with a smile: "In terms of lineage, I have a portion of Gypsy witch blood."

This explains why Wanda has Scarlet Chaos magic from birth.

As everyone knows.

Salem witches still need to learn, but Gypsy witches are born witches.

And ninety-nine percent of effort is never worth mentioning in the face of one percent of talent.

After Wanda finished speaking, she turned around to pour a cup of coffee for Hawk, then turned back and handed it to him.

"Trouble resolved?"

"No."

Hawk took the coffee and shook his head: "Ran into a small problem."

Wanda heard this, held the coffee cup with both hands, brought it to her lips, took a sip, then raised her eyes and looked at Hawk with a smile: "You need my help?"

Hawk smiled slightly, then reacted, looking at Wanda, who was not wearing the loungewear she had on when he first arrived, but was instead wearing her early combat outfit—that outfit with a bit of a Gypsy style.

The next second.

Hawk was thoughtful.

"You guessed it?"

"Guess?"

Wanda looked at Hawk with a smile: "I don't need to guess, because I discovered that I seem to be able to stand on your timeline."

Look.

This is why Hawk, after hearing that the Celestials had accidentally created a Scarlet Witch, ran back immediately to seek help from his own Wanda.

It's just...

Hawk felt a stir in his heart as he heard Wanda's words, thinking of the Wanda who truly exists in every existence of his timeline.

"Then on the timeline, did you see..."

"Another Wanda?"

Wanda interrupted, saying with a smile: "I saw her when you took your third halftime break."

Hawk was truly stunned this time.

"Uh..."

"But are you sure that was another me?"

"What?"

"She told me that she was indeed called Wanda Maximoff before, but now she is just Gwen Phoenix."

"..."

Hawk's brain stalled a bit, and even his eyes became a little dull.

"What did you two talk about?"