Yes.
Seek revenge against Tony Stark.
This was the motivation for Wanda and Pietro to join Strucker and undergo their superpower awakening.
If not for that Stark missile, the Maximoffs wouldn't have been shattered, their family wouldn't have been destroyed.
So even now, having moved to West View Town, Wanda and Pietro's intentions remain unchanged.
After all…
They're just settled in West View Town, not confined there.
Whether it's Wanda, Pietro, or even Amy, if they want to leave West View Town, it's easy.
No need for any permission, no need to report to anyone.
If they want to leave, they just leave.
Most importantly.
Hawk knows they intend to seek revenge on Tony Stark, and although he doesn't offer any help, he doesn't hinder them either.
Wanda once asked Hawk.
Hawk only said one thing.
You can't advise others to be good without having experienced their pain.
Do not impose on others what you do not desire yourself.
In the past, Hawk didn't give up his hatred for Hulk and Abomination because of anyone's advice, and similarly, he wouldn't advise others to let go of their hatred.
Wanda and Pietro have never let it go either.
But…
That's what they say.
Pietro, listening to his sister, had a stiff smile on his face and said nothing.
Wanda returned to her room to change into an outfit more suitable for shopping later on.
When she came back downstairs.
Pietro, sitting on a high stool, met Wanda's eyes.
"Let it go."
"…What?"
Wanda looked slightly stunned at Pietro.
Pietro looked at his sister, who was dressed in a comfortable knee-length down coat with soft wool socks and snow boots, seemingly having let go of something, and smiled: "Let it go, you deserve a better life."
Wanda frowned, understanding Pietro's meaning.
Pietro smiled and said, "If Mom were still around, seeing you now, along with Jean, Billy, and Tommy, she'd surely be very happy."
Wanda was silent.
"Brother…"
"Hey."
Pietro, hearing Wanda's slightly trembling voice, slapped his leg, quickly appeared in front of Wanda, and, holding her arm, smiled as if he'd thought of something: "You know, when I met Hawk that one time, he said something that made me realize revenge wasn't so important?"
Pietro grinned.
"After learning I also had a sister, he said it was nice, that he had a sister too, and if he could, he'd trade all his power to have his sister safe and sound."
"So…"
"Compared to him, I'm already very lucky."
"As long as you're happy, and living well, that's enough for me. But if revenge comes at the cost of your current happiness, I'd choose to let it go."
"…Brother!"
Wanda looked into Pietro's eyes.
Their eyes met.
At that moment.
The phone rang.
Wanda took her phone out from the large tote bag containing the baby supplies she'd need for shopping later. Looking at the caller ID, she glanced at her brother, coughed, and cleared her throat before answering.
"This is Wanda."
"Gwen."
"Mr. Chloe didn't go out, I'll keep an eye on things."
"It's not about that."
Gwen, at home on Palm Street No. 521A, smiled and said: "Is Pietro home?"
Wanda was slightly taken aback, looking at Pietro.
"He is, why?"
"Great, can you have him come to New York S.H.I.E.L.D? He knows the place; something might need his help."
"…Okay."
Upon hearing this, Wanda was momentarily stunned, then nodded in realization.
After Gwen hung up, she and Sharon headed towards the door.
"What's the likelihood?"
"Not sure, Xuqi Bay has communicated with Jarvis, the probability is quite high, but we'll have to wait until Pietro arrives to be sure."
Sharon laughed, then looked at the message just received on her phone: "The S.H.I.E.L.D. Satellite is online, let's go."
Gwen's eyes lit up.
"Has Hawk arrived?"
"He just flew over the Red River, so yes, he's arrived in Texas."
For generations, the Federation people have habitually considered the land east of the Grand River, south of the Red River, east of the Louisiana Jungle, and south to the Gulf of Mexico as Texas.
This place is rich in mineral resources.
Yet, within a fifty-kilometer radius of Flint Monastery, it's a barren, desolate area where not even birds defecate.
Built entirely of giant stones, but after years of erosion, it appears drafty and even looks on the brink of collapse, Flint Monastery stands lonely amid this scorching desert.
Thud!
Hawk landed, adjusted his sleeve, stepped forward with his right foot, and appeared in the main hall of this long-abandoned monastery.
The roof of the main hall had been weathered and corroded, leaving many holes through which sunlight streamed. A shaft of light cast onto the stone Jesus statue.
Unfortunately, the Jesus statue here was already a bust.
Not a horizontal bust, but a vertical one. The right side of the stone Jesus statue seemed to be cut off, not looking like it was done by human hands.
In fact, it was indeed not.
This was Mephisto's doing. The Mephisto who landed on Earth years ago, bewitching the monks of Flint Monastery, just like he bewitched the villagers of St. Peter's Basilica Village. He transformed all the monks into his demon vanguard, starting his journey to drive Yahweh away.
Thus, this place is Mephisto's starting point.
Similarly.
If Heaven wishes to summarize Mephisto, it must start here.
Therefore—
Hawk glanced at the bust Jesus statue, then turned around to sit cross-legged in the air, facing the entrance of the monastery.
Looking for someone?
There's none.
He stayed there, waiting for the two Birdmen and the Death Angel to come willingly.
If Heaven wants the Hell Dimension, it must come here.
If not...
It's fine, then pray to hide well, at least better than Strucker, or else...
Shoot immediately.
As Hawk closed his eyes slightly, a faint Phoenix silhouette appeared behind him.
Within this faint Phoenix silhouette, there seemed to be an immense cosmos; countless stars appeared to be moving rapidly in this cosmos.
The sky outside the hole above Hawk's head also began moving swiftly at this moment.
Sunrise and sunset.
Sunset and sunrise, moving repeatedly.
Also swiftly moving were Blood Angel Jack and Allen, who finally entered Texas and were now only five hundred kilometers away from Flint Monastery.
Soon.
They arrived at a motel and met the dark-skinned Father Moluo, the Italian woman Nadia, and the calm-looking boy Danny who had arrived in Texas before them.
Because he wasn't just a regular six-year-old child.
After meeting Father Moluo, he understood his mission.
Like Jesus, he came with the Lord's task.
He is the Death Angel, the key to the Lord's return to Earth.
Father Moluo, whose skin was dark, was very excited upon seeing Blood Angel Jack and Allen arrive.
Especially when the five set out towards Flint Monastery. Father Moluo's face was almost ecstatic, feeling as if he was about to go to Heaven.
When Danny was born, he also received a divine revelation.
Find Danny, guide Danny, awaken the Death Angel, and when the task is completed, the Lord returns to Earth, and he returns to the Lord's embrace, becoming an angel by the Lord's side forever.
Flint Monastery is within sight.
How could he not be excited, and what reason is there for him not to be excited?
But just before the night of the eleventh descended, when they were fifty kilometers away from Flint Monastery, Blood Angel Jack, who had learned to drive during these years on Earth, suddenly hit the brakes.
The off-road vehicle instantly halted on the gravel ground.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Blood Angel Allen, with messy flaming red hair, but a sturdy build with wide shoulders, also had his eyes sharply focused.
In the back seat, Father Moluo prevented Danny from lunging forward, speaking out as he held him, Danny who after awakening as the Death Angel would become the Death Angel Mother, Nadia.
"What's wrong?"
"Someone."
"It's him."
With silver-gray hair combed back neatly like a classic London gentleman, Jack's sharp pupils contracted like cat eyes, peering through space and fixing his gaze fifty kilometers away on the figure wearing golden armor sitting cross-legged in Flint Monastery, stating a name: "Hawk Phoenix!"
Sitting in the passenger seat, Allen, too, had a serious expression.
But in the next second.
He chuckled.
"He really came, huh."
"Unfortunately…"
"The will of the Lord is not something he can resist."
As Allen spoke, one by one, the Blood Angels who had been following behind them, converted and sent ahead to this place over time, emerged expressionlessly.
Disguised in black robes, the Blood Angels showed no discernable features.
With numbers over a thousand, they were like a mountain.
With numbers over ten thousand, they touched the sky.
Under the Lord's command, they traversed the timeline, hiding on Earth for twenty years, making full preparations for the Lord's return.
Tonight, no one shall stop the Lord's return.
Furthermore...
For this return of the Lord, they brought special trump cards to prevent strong enemies likely to become stumbling blocks in the Lord's path.
One sentence.
Tonight, whoever dares to stop the Lord's return shall die!
So—
"Go!"
"Send off this heretic."
"Then—"
"Welcome the Lord's return!!"
"Boom!!!——"
The off-road vehicle restarted, speeding fearlessly toward Flint Monastery.
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