Wanda Maximoff Multiversal Harem Hunter

The sparring room in Stark Tower was a sleek and high-tech marvel, equipped with reinforced walls, advanced holographic displays, and enough space to accommodate even the most chaotic of battles. Wanda Maximoff stood near the edge of the room, her arms crossed, watching with an amused expression as Natasha Romanoff and Talia Stark prepared for their mock fight.

"This is a bad idea," Wanda said, her crimson aura flickering faintly as Fracture's semi-liquid form draped lazily over her shoulders. "You're both just looking for an excuse to hurt each other."

Natasha smirked as she loaded her pistol. "It's not about hurting. It's about testing."

Talia, standing a few feet away, stretched her arms and rolled her neck. "Exactly. We're scientists, Wanda. This is research."

Fracture chimed in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. **"Sure, 'research.' More like a grudge match waiting to happen."**

"Don't be dramatic, Fracture," Talia said, her smirk widening. "We're just having a little fun."

Natasha cocked her gun, her green eyes glinting with amusement. "Fun's not the word I'd use, but whatever helps you sleep at night."

Natasha took her position, aiming her pistol directly at Talia. "You ready?"

Talia nodded, her confidence unwavering. "Let's see what this virus can really do."

Natasha didn't hesitate. She squeezed the trigger, the gunshot echoing through the room. The bullet struck Talia in the stomach, sending her staggering back a step. Wanda tensed instinctively, her crimson aura flaring, but Talia quickly held up a hand.

"Relax, I'm fine," Talia said, her voice steady despite the pain etched across her face.

The three women watched as the bullet was pushed out of Talia's body, clinking onto the floor. The wound where it had entered began to close almost immediately. Muscles knit back together, skin smoothed over, and within seconds, there was no trace of the injury.

"Well, that's... unsettling," Wanda said, her eyes wide with fascination.

Fracture tilted her head. **"Impressive, sure. But it's nothing I couldn't already do for you. Greatness starts with small steps, though, so... good for her."**

Talia brushed herself off, a cocky grin spreading across her face. "See? No harm done."

Natasha lowered her pistol, her lips twitching into a faint smirk. "You sure? That looked like it hurt."

"Oh, it hurt," Talia said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And here I thought I'd at least get a dinner with Wanda before you started poking my sore spots."

Wanda groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Can we not make this weird?"

Natasha chuckled. "You walked into that one, Stark."

Talia's grin turned mischievous as she pulled a combat knife from her belt. "Alright, my turn. Let's see how well you heal, Romanoff."

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "You sure you want to play this game?"

"Absolutely," Talia said, lunging forward with surprising speed.

The blade flashed as it slashed toward Natasha, who dodged with practiced ease. The two women moved fluidly, their enhanced reflexes and strength making their sparring look more like a dance than a fight. Wanda watched with a mix of amusement and mild concern as Talia managed to feint, catching Natasha off guard. The knife came down, severing Natasha's trigger finger on her right hand.

The finger fell to the floor with a faint thud, and Natasha hissed in pain, clutching her hand.

"Oh, that's just rude," Natasha said, her tone sarcastic despite the situation. "I'm all broken up about our fight now."

Talia blinked, momentarily startled. "You're taking this... really well."

"Comes with the territory," Natasha said with a smirk, holding up her injured hand. "Besides, I've got a good feeling about this."

The three women watched intently as Natasha's hand began to heal. First, the bone of her finger regrew, inch by inch, the white structure gleaming faintly under the room's bright lights. Muscles followed, knitting themselves together with almost mechanical precision, and finally, new skin covered the finger, leaving it fully intact.

"Well, that's... horrifyingly cool," Talia said, her voice tinged with awe.

"Terrifying, but effective," Wanda added, her crimson eyes locked on Natasha's hand.

Fracture, ever the commentator, let out a dramatic sigh. **"Alright, I'll admit it—this virus is handy. But again, I could've done that for you, Wanda. Just saying."**

"Noted," Wanda said, shaking her head. "But I think we're doing fine without you eating people for every injury."

Natasha flexed her fingers, her smirk widening. "I think I like this virus. Cuts down on hospital bills."

Talia laughed. "You're welcome. Just don't expect me to grow back an arm for you next time."

As the tension in the room eased, Natasha and Talia exchanged a glance. Their earlier banter had softened into something more akin to camaraderie, a mutual respect forged in the heat of their sparring.

"You're not bad," Natasha admitted, holstering her pistol.

"Same to you," Talia replied, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. "Though I'd rather not make a habit of cutting off your fingers."

"Appreciated," Natasha said dryly.

Wanda stepped forward, her expression thoughtful. "You two seem to be having fun."

"Fun's a strong word," Natasha said. "But it's good to know we can take a hit."

"And give one," Talia added, her smirk returning.

Fracture let out a low chuckle. **"You're both ridiculous. But at least you're entertaining."**

As the three women cleaned up the sparring area, Wanda's thoughts drifted. Watching Natasha and Talia push their limits had sparked something in her—a realization of how far they'd all come, and how much further they still had to go.

"This virus," Wanda said quietly, "it's not just about surviving. It's about being ready for whatever comes next. If we're going to face the challenges ahead, we need to be stronger. All of us."

Natasha nodded, her green eyes steady. "We're with you, Wanda. Whatever comes next, we're ready."

Talia leaned against a nearby table, her smirk softening into a genuine smile. "You've got us. No matter what."

Wanda felt a flicker of warmth in her chest as she looked at them—her allies, her partners, and, her soon to be lovers. The road ahead would be difficult, but with Natasha and Talia by her side, Wanda knew they were plans for a harem were progressing nicely. Oh, did she just admit that out loud? Well, it never happened.

As they left the sparring room, Fracture's voice echoed playfully in Wanda's mind. **"You've got a good team, Wanda. But don't forget—I'm still the MVP."**

Wanda smiled faintly. "I haven't forgotten."

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