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Nova gave a small, satisfied nod.
"Welcome to the archive," he said. "Let's see what you can do with it."
A new hologram shimmered to life before Wanda—golden runes and silver script dancing across a semi-transparent interface that floated in the air like a spellbook brought to life.
Pietro stepped closer, squinting at the display. "Is that… Sanskrit? Ancient Greek? What the hell is that—wait, now it's just squiggly lines."
"To you," Nova said with a faint smirk, "it's encrypted. To her? Fully translated."
Wanda's eyes scanned the glowing text. She blinked once, then again—processing it like second nature. "It's… English. And Latin."
"The archive automatically integrates language matrices," Nova explained. "It won't just teach you spells—it'll teach you how to read the language of magic."
"That's cheating," Pietro muttered. "She's getting a spellcasting upgrade and a free language tutor."
"You want to cast spells?" Nova teased. "I can set you up with a 'cleaning charms for beginners' package."
Pietro raised his hands defensively. "Yeah, no. I know how this ends. One sneeze and I turn into a potted plant."
Magneto stepped forward, calm and focused. "Wanda. Pick a spell. Let's see what this archive can really do."
Emma, standing beside him with arms folded, nodded in agreement. "We've seen enough interface theatrics. Show us results."
Wanda hesitated for a moment, then tapped gently on a spell labeled "Lumos Maxima." The moment her finger touched the icon, a surge of information downloaded directly into her mind. Her body tensed—but just for a second.
Images. Sensations. Movements. The spell's theory, the necessary intent, how the wand should move in a precise arc, how the energy should spiral through her core and into her palm—it all flowed into her seamlessly.
She blinked in shock. "I… I can feel it."
"Like déjà vu?" Nova asked, watching her closely.
"More than that," she said quietly. "It's like I've done this before. I can feel the rhythm."
Emma raised an eyebrow. "Then cast it."
Wanda inhaled slowly, focusing. She raised her hand—no wand, but guided by the archive's experience—and whispered, "Lumos Maxima."
Nothing.
The energy fizzled in her palm like a sparkler on a rainy day.
Pietro gave a small cough. "So much for cheat codes."
Nova only smiled, undisturbed. "Magic isn't just knowledge—it's intent. Believe in the outcome. Not as a guess, but as a certainty."
Wanda narrowed her eyes, her jaw firming.
"Again," she whispered.
This time, she focused not on the mechanics, but the intent behind the spell. To create light. To illuminate. To manifest something from within.
Her hand glowed—first dimly, then brighter. A soft white sphere hovered above her palm like a small star.
The room lit up.
Magneto's eyes widened slightly.
Emma's expression softened, just for a second.
Pietro gave a low whistle. "Okay, that's… actually kind of badass."
Nova crossed his arms, pleased. But internally he is quite impressed. Even through she never used spells, or magic. So mustering enough intent and control, even use Chaos magic to use spell for first time, he can only say that very few can match Scarlet Witch in terms of magical talent.
"You'll get better the more you use it. The archive adjusts and grows with you. Every spell cast feeds your magical instinct."
Wanda stared at the glowing sphere in her palm, her lips curling into a smile.
"I could get used to this," she said.
"You will," Nova replied. "And you'll need it. Because the archive's current limit is Hogwarts Year Five… but some of the spells beyond that?" He leaned forward slightly. "They bend reality. Change time. Tear through dimensions."
Pietro muttered, "So… no pressure."
Emma asked quietly, "Can anyone else tap into it? If someone tries to extract the knowledge from her mind—telepathically?"
Nova's tone turned absolute. "Impossible. The knowledge is locked in a construct keyed to Wanda's resonance. Without my consent, even you, Emma, couldn't read it."
She gave him a cool look. "Confident."
"I built the lock," Nova said with a faint edge. "And I hold the key."
Magneto's gaze flicked between Wanda and Nova. His voice came out low and measured. "This alliance… it's going to reshape things."
Nova nodded once. "That's the idea."
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Nova leaned forward a bit, curiosity dancing in his eyes. "So... how did your three factions end up cooperating in the first place? It's not exactly the kind of alliance history expects."
Magneto smirked faintly, almost as if the question amused him. "Because there comes a point when even rivals realize the world is trying to bury them in the same grave."
Emma rested her elbow on the armrest, fingers tapping her chin thoughtfully. "You know Charles Xavier, I assume?"
"Of course," Nova said easily. "Pacifist. Telepath. Believes in peaceful coexistence between mutants and humans."
There was a flicker in Magneto's eyes. Emma gave a quiet chuckle—without humor.
"Then what I'm about to say might break that illusion," she said, tone silky and sharp.
Nova raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."
Emma exchanged a glance with Magneto before continuing. "Charles discovered something. Buried data packets in classified military systems. Redacted contracts. Ghost communication logs between private labs and intelligence branches."
"A coordinated operation," Magneto added, his voice low. "Its goal was simple: erase the X-gene from existence."
Nova's expression tensed. "You mean suppression?"
Emma shook her head. "Extermination. They were calling it a 'genetic cleansing protocol.' Not suppression. Not containment. Destruction. They ran tests. Altered unborn children. Dissected mutants in black sites. The kind of darkness people don't even write into horror stories."
And that was when it hit him.
Charles Xavier found this and didn't... negotiate?
Nova kept his face neutral, but inside, gears were turning hard.
Wait. That doesn't add up.
The Charles Xavier I knew—through movies, lore, fanfiction—was always the diplomat. The one who tried to reason even when being stabbed in the back. This? This was execution. Covert retaliation. Cold and final.
The X-Men were supposed to be the hopeful ones... weren't they?
Emma's voice pulled him back. "And instead of going to Congress or holding a press conference, Charles called us."
Magneto's tone held rare respect. "He came to me and Shaw directly. Said there was no time for diplomacy. That if we hesitated, we'd lose an entire generation."
Nova blinked slowly. "He really said that?"
"He did more than say it," Magneto confirmed. "He set the plan. Three factions—X-Men, Brotherhood, and the Hellfire Club. Coordinated strikes across the continental U.S."
Emma's gaze hardened. "Every lab. Every bunker. Every convoy. Gone in one night."
Pietro, who had been quiet till now, finally spoke up. "Wanda and I didn't take part. Charles never asked us. He kept the teams small and silent."
Wanda nodded quietly. "It was... surgical."
Nova leaned back, letting the weight of it sink in.
Xavier. The saint of mutantkind. Ordered the silent massacre of an entire infrastructure. No warnings. No appeals. Just pure execution.
He swallowed once.
This universe's Charles isn't the man I thought I knew. And maybe... maybe that's not a bad thing.
Magneto broke the silence. "That night changed everything. The world doesn't speak of it. But the powers behind that plan—they know exactly why their friends never came home."
Emma crossed her legs, brushing invisible lint off her knee. "And that's why the government hasn't tried anything on that scale since. Because they don't fear us individually. But they're terrified of what we become when united."
Nova gave a slow nod. "Mutants with a common enemy are not a population. They're a force of nature."
Magneto's gaze sharpened slightly. "Precisely."
The moment settled, heavy but not unwelcome. Then Emma stood with practiced grace, reaching into her coat and retrieving a sleek black card.
"Well then," she said lightly, shifting the mood, "business calls."
She stepped toward Nova and handed it to him, her tone now all business. "One Arcane Trunk. One vial of Phoenix Tears. This contains exactly one million, nine hundred and fourteen thousand dollars."
Just as Nova took the card, Pietro leaned forward.
"Hey—I wanted the Arcane Trunk!"
Emma turned to him, expression unreadable. "You also wanted a hoverboard at age fourteen. Get in line."
"That hoverboard was a good idea," Pietro muttered. "Still would be."
Nova chuckled under his breath, amused by the bickering.
Before Pietro could protest again, Magneto cut in, calm but firm. "Let her take it. I'll commission one for us—custom. Enchanted to your specifications."
Pietro leaned back, satisfied but grumbling, "Better come with time dilation."
Nova tapped the card gently on the surface of his holographic interface.
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