American Adult Comics: Starting off With Wanda In Black Silk Stockings

 "It really is Wanda."

Hode stepped closer, examining the figure on his car hood, confirming that it was indeed Wanda. He never expected to encounter the Scarlet Witch in such a secluded place. However, she lay sprawled over the hood, her breath heavy with the strong scent of malt. Even from a distance, it was clear she had indulged quite a bit.

"Ugh..."

"You... how did you get like this?" After a moment of hesitation, Hode took Wanda's hand and placed it on his shoulder, intending to help her up.

Wanda raised her dazed eyes, slightly reddened around the edges, resembling a puddle of muddled emotions. Noticing the unfamiliar face, she spoke in a choked voice, "Who... who are you?"

"Miss Maximoff, you're drunk."

Hode tightened his grip on the wrist resting on his shoulder and hoisted Wanda up a bit.

"No... I'm not drunk!" At his words, Wanda violently pulled away, stumbling against the car hood. She sank to her knees, sobbing and shaking her head, tears glistening as they streamed down her cheeks.

"You need to rest."

Seeing her in such a state, Hode sighed and stepped forward, ready to assist.

"Actually, I know... everyone dislikes me..."

Wanda suddenly looked up, her tousled hair framing her reddened eyes, tears already staining her face. Her trembling voice was filled with sadness, and her expression was one of helpless despair.

The distress radiating from Wanda made Hode realize, in an instant, the toll recent events had taken on her. To prevent widespread casualties, she had no choice but to hurl a potential explosive towards the sky. The ensuing explosion devastated a building, resulting in numerous fatalities. While she acted to protect many, she was met not with understanding but with an avalanche of public scrutiny.

"In fact, you've done very well... no one hates you."

Hode stepped closer, gently urging her to get up, speaking in a soothing tone. After all, Wanda's mental state was much more fragile than that of other heroes, and it was no surprise her situation had led her here.

"Really?"

Wanda raised her head, revealing a deep shadow beneath her fair neck. The significant movement had caused her delicate collarbones to become more prominent.

"Ahem!" Faced with this image, Hode discreetly admired for a moment before redirecting his gaze, instinctively touching his nose and clearing his throat. This wasn't lewdness; any normal man would appreciate a blossoming flower.

"Are you trying to deceive me?" Wanda, keenly observing Hode's averted gaze, questioned him, her voice laced with doubt. If he wasn't lying, then why was he avoiding her gaze now? Surely, he was just trying to comfort her!

"Of course not!" Hode turned to her, his voice firm. "No one is perfect; no one can control everything around them!"

While Wanda possessed immense power, it didn't mean she could do it all. Even the powerful Doctor Strange struggled with limitations—much less her.

"You... are right."

Wanda took a deep breath, slowly nodding. She had done her best, yet... she never expected...

"Don't overthink it; the ground is cold. Let me help you into the car."

Hode moved next to Wanda, bending down to assist her in standing up. Wanda nodded slightly at him, not resisting, and allowed Hode to help her into the back seat.

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