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Wanda and Pietro Maximoff.
The Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver.
But, of course, he didn't let even a flicker of recognition show.
Instead, he leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, expression mildly curious but otherwise unreadable.
"Can I help you?" he asked, his voice polite but not overly friendly.
Wanda exchanged a brief glance with her brother before offering him a small smile. "I hope so. We heard about your café and the fact that you are looking for employees and were interested in checking it out. We thought we'd stop by and introduce ourselves."
Nova tilted his head slightly, pretending to consider her words. So that's how they're playing it. He knew better than to assume they were just here for a casual visit. People like Wanda and Pietro didn't just drop by places without a reason.
Still, he played along.
"Is that so?" He let a smirk tug at his lips, stepping back and gesturing inside. "Well, I'd hate to be a bad host. Come on in."
As the twins stepped inside, Nova's mind was already racing.
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Nova sat across from the siblings, casually leaning back in his chair as he watched them. The cola and snacks sat untouched on the table between them, but he wasn't particularly offended. He hadn't expected them to be here for the refreshments.
Wanda, sitting with a composed grace, finally broke the silence. "Let's not waste time," she said, her tone even but firm. "We're from the Brotherhood of Mutants."
Pietro, slouched in his seat with an air of restless impatience, smirked slightly. "Figured we'd just get that out of the way."
Nova raised a brow, tilting his head slightly. Well, at least they weren't beating around the bush. He asked," So what brought you both here?"
Wanda smiled and answered," You see a few weeks back, we felt awakening of a mutant, whose Mutant Factor, which represents the power of the mutant ability, was in Omega rank. But just a few seconds later it disappeared. We were unable to trace the accurate position, only rough location of your block."
Nova kept his expression neutral, though his mind was already analyzing the situation.
So that's how they found him. His awakening had caught their attention, but his system had shielded him before they could pinpoint his exact location. So that's the reason, why nobody came on his doorsteps.
On the day he awakened his mutant ability, he was ready to be visited by a bald professor or a someone from Mutant Brothehood, he prefers that Mystique from that group, well from Hellfire club, we wished that Emma Frost visit him.
And the least I wished to meet is people in full battle uniform, ready to inject him with sleeping drug or whateber and take him to some untraceable lab and experiment on him.
So that's how they found him. His awakening had caught their attention, but his system had shielded him before they could pinpoint his exact location. That was the reason why nobody had shown up at his doorstep.
On the day he awakened his mutant ability, he had fully expected a visit—maybe from a certain bald professor or someone from the Brotherhood of Mutants. If he had to pick, he would've preferred Mystique from that group. And if it were the Hellfire Club? Well, he wouldn't have minded a visit from Emma Frost.
The last thing he wanted, though, was a group of people in full battle gear, ready to inject him with some kind of sedative and drag him off to an untraceable lab for experimentation.
But sadly, his mutant ability didn't grant him his own wishes.
No Mystique. No Emma Frost.
Just two wary siblings sitting in his home, representing the Brotherhood of Mutants, watching him like a puzzle they were trying to solve.
But still Brotherhood of Mutant is quite powerful to find him ahead of all, especially ahead of X-Men as they have Cerebro and all.
Shaking his head, Nova turned his attention to Wanda, letting his gaze sweep over her with an appreciation that was far from subtle. She had to be around 22, maybe 23—not that her exact age mattered when she looked like that.
Her long, wavy auburn hair framed a face that was both dangerously beautiful and effortlessly seductive, with sharp green eyes that held an almost hypnotic pull. But it wasn't just her face that demanded attention.
Her figure was the kind that could make a saint reconsider his vows. A full, perky chest that pressed enticingly against the fabric of her top, her narrow waist leading down to a pair of hips that were made for attention. The kind that swayed with confidence, practically daring someone to admire them. And then there were her thighs—thick, toned, the kind a man could grab onto and never want to let go.
Nova let his gaze linger for a second longer than necessary, purely in the spirit of admiration. Brotherhood or not, Wanda Maximoff was built like a sin, and he was the type of guy who never minded indulging in temptation.
Still, he had to focus. As much as he wouldn't mind seeing just how much magic she could really work, he had a feeling that wasn't the kind of meeting she had in mind.
Shaking his head, Nova turned his attention to Wanda, letting his gaze sweep over her with an appreciation that was far from subtle. She had to be around 22, maybe 23—not that her exact age mattered when she looked like that.
Her long, wavy auburn hair framed a face that was both dangerously beautiful and effortlessly seductive, with sharp green eyes that held an almost hypnotic pull. But it wasn't just her face that demanded attention.
Her figure was the kind that could make a saint reconsider his vows. A full, perky chest that pressed enticingly against the fabric of her top, her narrow waist leading down to a pair of hips that were made for attention. The kind that swayed with confidence, practically daring someone to admire them. And then there were her thighs—thick, toned, the kind a man could grab onto and never want to let go.
Nova let his gaze linger for a second longer than necessary, purely in the spirit of admiration. Brotherhood or not, Wanda Maximoff was built like a sin, and he was the type of guy who never minded indulging in temptation.
Still, he had to focus. As much as he wouldn't mind seeing just how much magic she could really work, he had a feeling that wasn't the kind of meeting she had in mind.
Smiling slightly, Wanda said, "Enjoying the view?"
Nova didn't even flinch. If anything, his smirk widened. "Can you blame me?" he replied smoothly, tilting his head. "You walked in here looking like that and expected me not to admire the magic in front of me?"
Pietro groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Seriously? We've been here for less than ten minutes, and you're already hitting on my sister?" He shot Wanda an exasperated look. "This is why I hate dealing with guys."
Wanda chuckled, shaking her head. "You're shameless," she said, though there was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.
"And you're stunning," Nova countered without hesitation. "So really, we're both just living up to expectations."
Pietro let out a loud sigh. "I swear, if you keep this up, I'm going to start running laps around your house just to annoy you."
Nova raised an eyebrow. "You mean you weren't already planning to do that?"
Pietro opened his mouth, then closed it, before muttering, "Okay, fair point."
Wanda rolled her eyes, but the amusement in her expression remained. Still, she wasn't here to flirt—at least, not only to flirt. She straightened slightly, her gaze sharpening. The air between them shifted, signaling that playtime was over.
"Now," she said, voice smooth but firm, "let's talk about why we're really here."
Nova nodded, his smirk fading just slightly. "Indeed, I am the Omega-rank mutant you all sensed."
Pietro blinked, clearly not expecting him to admit it so easily. "Huh. Well, that saves us some time."
Wanda, however, remained unreadable. "You don't seem particularly surprised by our visit."
Nova shrugged. "I figured it was only a matter of time before someone came knocking. Whether it was you, the bald professor, or—" he smirked slightly, "—people with a much less friendly approach."
Pietro scoffed. "Trust me, if we were the unfriendly type, you'd already know."
Nova chuckled. "Oh, I don't doubt that. But you're here to talk, so let's talk." He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "What does the Brotherhood want with me?"
Pietro shook his head, waving a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, we'll get to that Brotherhood talk later. First things first—what's your power?" He leaned forward, eyes glinting with curiosity. "I mean, come on, it's not every day you meet an Omega-rank mutant. Gotta admit, I'm dying to know what makes you so special."
He smirked. "Please don't tell me it's something lame like super gardening or the ability to perfectly sort laundry. That'd be a real letdown."
Nova chuckled, shaking his head. "Sorry to disappoint, but no, I won't be revolutionizing the laundry industry anytime soon."
Pietro grinned. "Good. Because I'd have to pretend to be impressed, and I'm terrible at faking enthusiasm."
Wanda shot her brother a look before turning back to Nova, her expression patient but expectant. "So?" she prompted. "What is your ability?"
Nova leaned back slightly, tapping his fingers against the armrest. "Now, see, that's the interesting part," he mused. "Even I don't fully know the limits yet." He let his words hang for a moment before adding, "But let's just say—it's more than enough to be called Omega."
Pietro raised an eyebrow. "Vague. Suspicious. And honestly? Kinda dramatic."
Nova smirked. "What can I say? Gotta keep things interesting."
Wanda, however, wasn't amused. Her green eyes narrowed slightly. "If we're going to have a real conversation, we need more than that."
Nova sighed, thinking about it. What shall be reveal? His mutant ability? His Omnitrix? Or his system?
Nova sighed, leaning back as he considered his options. What should he reveal?
His mutant ability? That was a tricky one—it was passive, something that didn't directly benefit him but worked for others. But it's a dangerous ability to be revealed. If word got spread about it, he is never gonna have a calm day in life. Afterall everybody wants some wishes to be fulfilled.
His Omnitrix? That was his main combat tool, his trump card. Letting them know about it would mean revealing a whole different level of power.
And then there was his system. Nova narrowed his eyes. Trade and contract system. Umm it would be a good idea to reveal it. Afterall this is marvel universe, filled many opportunities and dangers.
He exhaled, drumming his fingers on the armrest. "Alright," he finally said, meeting Wanda's gaze. " Well my mutant ability is that it allows me to trade with people across multiverse."
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