Bobby Cortez (OC)

Bobby, a resident of Westview, New Jersey, is taking a break from digging a hole to plant a tree in his backyard. He’s deep in thought about the events that transpired not too long ago. He’s still haunted by the memories of being a mental prisoner, while Wanda Maximoff, an Avenger no less, had him playing a part in her personal sitcom world. The worst part, in his mind, is that she had him as a background character. He never had any lines. He never played a part in the story. He was just there to fill in the background. Perhaps it seems like such a petty thing to be upset about, but at least if she gave him a role, he’d understand. But she didn’t, so he basically was mentally tortured for nothing. With or without him, the “show must go on.”

Try as he might, he can’t get over it, and he especially can’t get over that she was just able to go free. Not only was she allowed to go free, it seemed like some government agents were helping her. That really rubbed him the wrong. But what can he do? Nothing. Which is why he just gets back to digging. After a minute, he hears a clanking sound.

“What the hell,” he says. He drops the shovel and starts feeling around the hole to find what made that sound. He moves some of the dirt around and sees a glimmer of gold. He pulls out an ancient looking lamp. “That strange,” he whispers. He looks at the lamp from every angle. “This has to be an actual antique. There’s no way that this could be like an actual genie lamp. Can it?” He contemplates the possibilities. Given the amount of impossible things he has seen in his life, especially in just the last few years, can he really rule out the possibility?

He completely drops his plan to plant a tree and goes inside his home, making sure no one sees him. He sits down in his living room couch and starts rubbing the dirt off the lamp. He eagerly awaits the possibility of getting a genie. His prayers are soon answered as a puff of smoke starts coming out of the lamp. He waves the smoke away from his face, and he sees her. Standing in front of him is a genie, and a very gorgeous genie at that. She stretches and exclaims, “Ah, finally. I was wondering when someone was going to find me.” She spots Bobby. “Well, hello master.”

He awkwardly waves at her. “Hi,” he begins, “are you a genie?” The genie nods her head. “Yes, I am master. Thank you for setting me free. Now, how may I serve you master?” she asks. “So, I only get three wishes right?” Bobby asks, already mentally preparing his wishlist. She shakes her head. “No. You can have as many wishes as you want. I am bound to you for the rest of your life.” This catches him off-guard. Everything he has ever seen in media has told him that genies only give three wishes. But he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He asks the genie, “How powerful are you … I’m sorry what’s your name?” The genie responds, “Samira.” Bobby says, “I’m Bobby,” and then continues, “How powerful are you, Samira?”

“My power is nearly limitless. Why?” Samira replies. “Do you think your power could affect an Avenger?” Bobby asks. She tilts her head in confusion. “What’s an Avenger?” He almost hits himself in the head. Of course she wouldn’t know what an Avenger is. “They’re superheroes. People with powers, for the most part anyway. The one I’m thinking of though is a witch, I believe.” Amara asks, “What kind of witch? Necromancy? Blood magic? Nature?”

“I’m not entirely sure. Does it matter?” Bobby replies. “More than likely not, but I would just like to know master,” she says. “Well, I don’t know,” Bobby states. Then it clicks, “But I wish you did know what kind of witch Wanda Maximoff is.”

A burst of information floods Amara’s brain. “Oh, she’s the Scarlet Witch,” she says. “Is that a problem? What’s the Scarlet Witch?” Bobby asks. He doesn’t like the sound of it. He really hopes that he can still fulfill his plan. “She is a prophesied witch. A powerful user of Chaos Magic,” Samira responds. Bobby’s heart sinks. That doesn’t sound good at all. He may have to, regrettably give up on his plan. “So, you can’t affect her?” he asks, expecting the answer to be no. Samira replies, “I never said that. It may be a bit difficult, but I can do it. Especially since she’s not that well versed in magic. She’s got a lot of raw power, but no knowledge on how to use it.”

Bobby instantly peps up. “Why do you want to know if I can affect her?” the genie asks. Bobby has her sit down next to him, and he takes the time to explain everything to Samira, skipping no detail in the process. By the end of it, Samira says, “I now understand why you want to use my power against her.” Bobby smiles, and takes a quick peek at Samira cleavage. “So, since she wanted to put me, and everyone else in this town, under her control, I want to return the favor. If she wanted to play housewife here, then who am I to go against her wishes. I want her to be my perfect, little Stepford housewife. I want her to be submissive to me, to cook and clean for me, to always want to look pretty for me, and, of course, perform her ‘wifely duties,” if you know what I mean.”

“I do not,” Samira states. “Sex. I mean, sex,” Bobby clarifies. “Ah yes, intercourse,” she says, finally understanding. “Yeah, intercourse.” Bobby waits patiently. “Well, when are you going to do it?” he asks. “You have to say ‘I wish’ first. And I would suggest the sooner you do it, the better. She’s currently reading from a dark book of spells. The more she learns, the harder it will be to influence her mind” Amara explains. “Right, right, right. I wish that Wanda Maximoff was my obedient Stepford wife.” Samira snaps her fingers, “One witch turned housewife, coming right up.” Bobby can’t wait to get his hands on Wanda. Then he remembers that Samira said it may be difficult. Hopefully she has no problems granting his wish.