Marvel : I'm in Westview Town-Chapter 117

This meditation on nature had finally drawn to a close.

The next morning.

The sky was pale, and warm sunlight streamed through the glass, spilling into every corner of the room.

Westview, New Jersey, was waking to a rising heat wave. The earth baked like an oven, and nearby families sought shade under their porches. Some children clutched popsicles, savoring the fleeting coolness of the moment.

On the sofa in the study.

The Dark Witch stirred, her eyes fluttering open in a haze. She glanced at the clock—past eight in the morning already!

She scanned the room, muttering, "Why did I fall asleep..."

Her memory was foggy. She'd been reclining in a chair when someone carried her to the study, but the details blurred beyond that.

What was going on?

"Couldn't the wine have been spiked?"

Her head throbbed, and as she steadied herself, she realized Finn and Wanda were gone.

She stood unsteadily and pushed open the door, catching a whiff of an odd scent.

The air was thick with it.

Surely they wouldn't...

Uncertain if it was her imagination, the Dark Witch frowned and made her way to the bedroom. When she opened the door, she let out an involuntary gasp.

At that moment.

Inside the room.

Finn and Wanda were dressed, sitting on the bed.

A potent smell hung in the air, and the sheets were wadded into a messy heap.

The two looked utterly exhausted—clearly, they'd fought a long, grueling battle the night before.

Across from them sat the Dark Witch.

"Tell me, what happened last night?"

Though she already suspected the answer, she wanted confirmation straight from them. Her face twisted with displeasure, as if she'd caught her lover stepping out on her.

"What's going on? Didn't you see it for yourself?"

Wanda rolled her eyes, exasperated. "I didn't say—what are you going to do now?"

She crossed her arms and stared at the Dark Witch, feeling drained. Her body ached like it might collapse.

Her gaze flicked resentfully to Finn beside her.

It was his fault—his relentless intensity last night had nearly broken her.

But then again...

It had felt incredible, like every inch of her had been claimed and set ablaze. Utterly exhilarating.

"If you've got something to do, wait outside until we've slept enough," Finn said, pulling Wanda close and preparing to lie back down.

But a hand stopped them. "I can't sleep."

"What are you going to do now?" Finn's brow furrowed tightly.

He was so tired he could pass out the moment his head hit the pillow.

What was this woman up to?

"Don't you understand what I mean?"

The Dark Witch stared at the crumpled sheets, her expression aggrieved. "Why didn't you ask me to join you last night?"

She felt a pang of misery. They'd left her reeling, sidelined, without even inviting her along.

Was it her body—did she not shine brightly enough for them?

Or did Finn not trust her fully?

"Wanda—" Finn started, but Wanda quickly nudged him away.

"Don't overthink it. Wanda's my real girlfriend," Finn said, exasperation creeping into his voice as he tried to explain.

"Are you okay?" Wanda asked, now more alert. She could sense the Dark Witch's low emotional resonance—faint ripples of scarlet energy linking them.

As variants of the same power, born of the Chaos Magic that defined the Scarlet Witch, they shared a subtle bond, attuned to each other's feelings.

"I understand what you mean, but this kind of thing can't be forced."

Wanda knew the Dark Witch craved Finn—wanted to share him with her.

She wasn't thrilled about it, but she couldn't help pitying her counterpart.

They'd both endured similar trials. In this universe, Finn was the Dark Witch's only anchor, just as he was Wanda's.

No matter how strong someone seemed, vulnerability lingered beneath the surface—for her, and for the Dark Witch too.

The Dark Witch's face was a storm of emotions, words failing her.

Seeing this, Wanda shook her head and patted her shoulder. "Take it easy. We've always got to keep moving forward."

"Don't dwell on it. We'll sleep and talk this over at noon," Finn said, too sleepy to linger on the issue.

The Dark Witch nodded silently, rising and leaving the room. She returned to the study, her expression unreadable, and sank onto the sofa alone.

She just wanted solitude now.

"Go to bed quick, or you'll wake up at noon exhausted," Finn urged, wrapping his arms around Wanda and lying down.

Sleep hit hard after last night's exertion, and he drifted off fast. He didn't notice Wanda staying awake beside him, her face softened with emotion, lost in thought.

By then.

Noon arrived.

Sunlight poured warmly through the windows, brightening the room. Cicadas buzzed outside, old trees rustled in the breeze, and Westview settled into a quiet calm.

Finn woke, stretching lazily, and noticed Wanda gazing out the window, pensive.

"What's wrong?"

Finn rolled over, sliding closer with a curious look.

"Nothing. Aren't you tired? Why not sleep more?"

Wanda's eyes flickered, perhaps still glowing from last night's intimacy. Her skin gleamed—soft, radiant, almost ethereal—like a vision from the Astral Plane.

"Sleep more and the sun'll burn us up. Come on, let's shower."

Finn stood, nudging Wanda and tossing the quilt aside.

"What do you want to do now?"

Wanda froze, startled, her legs trembling slightly.

Part of it was exhaustion—part of it, nerves.

"What are you thinking? I said shower," Finn teased, then added with a sly grin, "But if you're not too worn out, we could—"

"No, no, I'm done. Let's shower," Wanda interrupted, her cheeks flushing as she shook her head furiously.

"Let's go."

Finn chuckled, letting up on the teasing. Wanda needed rest—he didn't want to push her too far.

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Soon after.

Fresh from the shower, they emerged, breathing a sigh of relief—only to find the Dark Witch waiting outside, watching them with a calm stare.

Wanda's lips parted awkwardly, about to speak.

Then the Dark Witch spoke first. "I'm hungry. I want to eat that big lobster you had here before."

Her first night in Westview, she'd watched them devour it in the shadows, aching for a taste herself.

"You have not..."

Wanda was a little surprised.

"Large lobster, right? Let's go out to eat later. I still remember that shop."

Finn, next to her, interrupted, staring at the Dark Witch and agreeing with her suggestion.

His gaze barely shifted. Truthfully, he wasn't sure how to face the Dark Witch. Maybe it was because he'd spent so much time with her across universes—he didn't hate her as much as he once might have.

Wanda took a deep look at Finn and stayed silent. She knew all too well that her other "self" was deeply depressed.

Thinking it over, Finn's approach made sense.

"Then go and change. I'll wait for you outside."

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The Dark Witch spoke simply and headed for the door, as if oblivious to the tension before her.

"Finn, this is embarrassing."

Wanda watched her retreating figure, her feelings a tangled mess.

It was awkward enough to cross paths like this, but the real kicker was that the Dark Witch had been left out—drunk on Finn's intensity—while Wanda hadn't protested. Otherwise, she might've been furious.

Yet, considering the Dark Witch's identity and their shared connection, bitterness was hard to suppress.

"We'll talk about everything when she's in a better mood."

Finn shook his head, refusing to dwell too long on the issue.

In any case, Wanda was his true girlfriend, and what they'd done felt justified.

After a while.

The two quickly changed into simple, casual clothes—light and breezy, perfect for the day.

Maybe it was the blistering sun, but the outfit suited the weather just right.

They opened the door and found the Dark Witch already waiting nearby.

"Let's go."

Finn noticed Wanda's eyes darting nervously and patted her shoulder, signaling there was no need to worry.

Then they piled into the car and drove toward the restaurant.

Along the way.

The atmosphere inside the car was deathly quiet—stiflingly awkward, not a word spoken.

To dodge the tension, Wanda kept her eyes glued to the scenery flashing by on both sides of the road.

But the Dark Witch stayed mute, sitting in the back seat, gazing out the window with a calm expression.

Soon after, the three arrived at a restaurant.

The place was packed—streets buzzing with noise, people milling about everywhere.

Decorations lined the area, vibrant and chaotic. Hawkers shouted their wares, while supermarket shoppers lingered outside, some blaring horns—anything to draw a crowd.

"Today, there are quite a lot of people."

Wanda was a bit taken aback, her eyes carefully scanning the surroundings.

"It's normal. After all, today's the weekend."

Finn explained, having anticipated the bustle before they left.

Without wasting time, the three headed straight for the restaurant.

"Hello, sir, do you have an appointment?"

The front desk manager spotted them and stepped forward with eager enthusiasm.

"No, it's not a private room for us."

Finn said casually.

"Okay, this way please."

The manager nodded swiftly, summoning a waiter to escort the trio to a private room.

The waiter was sharp and warm, leading them to the sixth floor. He opened the door to reveal a dining table set with polished cutlery, flanked by a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking half of Westview.

"Hello, this is the menu of our hotel. You can take a look."

The waiter placed a booklet on the table.

"Come on, I can do it."

Finn slid the menu toward the two witches.

"You can order whatever you want. I can do it."

The Dark Witch's face remained impassive, unchanged.

Wanda, hearing this, felt a flicker of embarrassment. "You should have some."

The Dark Witch glanced at her, took the menu, and ordered without fanfare.

Seeing she was nearly done, Wanda added a few dishes casually and handed the list to the waiter.

"Okay, get it done for you as soon as possible."

The waiter left, and the room's atmosphere grew painfully awkward again.

Fortunately, the kitchen was quick. One waiter after another brought dishes to the table.

"I ordered more lobster. I should have eaten it."

Wanda eyed the heap of food piling up before her and exhaled in relief.

Since the Dark Witch loved big lobster, she'd deliberately ordered extra.

The Dark Witch said nothing, immediately digging into the lobsters with startling speed—as if channeling her frustrations into each bite.

Seeing this, Finn couldn't help but speak. "Eat slowly, be careful not to swallow."

"No one will grab you, don't worry. If you don't have enough, you can order more."

Wanda couldn't stand it and chimed in with a reminder.

"Haven't you eaten lobster with him before?"

Finn, mid-bite, suddenly asked.

The Dark Witch paused, lifting her head slightly. "I haven't eaten. Everything is because of that person."

Her mind drifted to the mysterious figure—a man cloaked in shadow, perhaps a multiversal tyrant like Kang the Conqueror. Powerless rage simmered within her. If not for him, Finn wouldn't have died in her reality. They could've shared countless moments—stolen by that figure's machinations.

Dissipated.

"That person is too hateful."

Wanda, hearing this, instantly vented on the Dark Witch's behalf. A once-thriving universe had been left desolate and hollow by that figure's arrival.

She understood her counterpart's pain all too well.

"It's all over. Even now, I'm no match for that person."

A flicker of melancholy crossed the Dark Witch's eyes. She lowered her head and resumed devouring the lobster.

Finn and Wanda exchanged a glance and fell silent.

Some things couldn't be undone, but hearing it only deepened the frustration.

Soon.

The three polished off every dish on the table, slumping into their chairs to rest with closed eyes.

"The dishes are not bad. We can come back next time."

The Dark Witch spoke first, her gaze lingering on the scattered lobster shells.

"As long as you like it, it's nothing."

Finn nodded, agreeing with her.

"Don't worry. The incident just now is unavoidable. Now that you've come to this universe, we're still friends, aren't we?"

Wanda took the Dark Witch's hand, her tone earnest.

"The witch is right. Since some things cannot be changed, then enjoy it."

Finn nodded.

"But you didn't let me enjoy it..."

The Dark Witch shot him a resentful, disappointed look, and the room's vibe chilled once more.

"Ahem, that's not clear."

Finn, caught off guard by her jab, felt a flush of embarrassment.

"Actually, you have to think this way. Some things are predestined. Neither you nor I can change them. The most important thing is to deal with the current situation well."

Seeing her expression, Wanda offered comfort again.

The Dark Witch's lips twitched, words hovering unspoken. She couldn't voice the ache in her chest.

She knew where she stood with Finn. Even if she tried not to dwell on it, the thoughts wouldn't stop. She'd faced that loss before and dreaded reliving it.

"The witch is right. You can easily cause yourself problems if you think about it."

Finn echoed from beside her.

No matter how potent one's Chaos Magic, emotions could erode that strength.

The Dark Witch hesitated, glancing between them. She knew her chance was slipping away.

Boom!

The door swung open, and the earlier waiter stepped in, smiling brightly. "Guys, I see that you are all finished eating. Do you want to order more?"

"No need. Let someone clean up these things."

Finn said simply.

"I see."

The waiter nodded, grabbing his intercom. Soon, several staff shuffled in, clearing the table efficiently.

At that moment.

Wanda scanned the two with wide eyes, cleared her throat, and said, "Stop staring blankly and announce a more important matter."

Finn and the Dark Witch locked eyes, their puzzled gazes settling on her.

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