Scarlet Wars (Part 6: End of Episode 1)

“Uh! Uhm! S-sir! Y-you’ve sleepwalked into the wrong house again!” Vision unphazed from Mark, grabbed him by the shoulders, and flew him out their door quicker than Wanda could blink.

Landing Mark’s waving and yet somehow still sleeping body in front of his front door and knocking quickly, Vision lightly pet him on the shoulder, “Thank you for that, sorry for the inconvenient ending.” The robot man quietly admitted, not waiting for no response before rushing off to his wife again.

“Sorry about that, dear! Seems he heard us going at it and sleepwalked all the way over here! Probably thought you were his wife or something. Agnes did explain Mark’s tendencies a little to me, so no harm, no foul. Bed?”

Wanda looked at him a little baffled, but had no reason to think her husband lied to her. It was just a strangely passionate kiss from the other man, one that made Wanda feel things she dare not admit to her husband. “Okay? Well, we may have to get a better lock if that’s going to keep happening.”

“I couldn’t agree more! But tomorrow’s problem, perhaps. Bedtime?”

Though the channel had changed back to casual banter, Wanda was highly tempted to go another round with her husband’s…

“Erm, Vis? Where did your penis-?”

“Emulating a real human, dear! One and done. Then -YAWN- it’s off to rest my wilted phallus until tomorrow! So, shall we now go to bed?”

She frowned, even dripping with seed from her gushing vagina, she felt like she wanted more. But it wasn’t up to her, as though on paper you’d think marrying a synthezoid would bypass refractory periods, it seemed reality was a little… disappointing.

“Sure. A gal can wait until tomorrow. And I think after that I could use a rest too. Good night, Vis.” She said, puckering her lips for him to float over and land his own peck on his wife.

A peck that felt so much less meaningful than the one she’d accidentally given Mark.

It wasn’t a feeling she immediately thought, but her mind did recognise the difference. Somewhere deep inside, she felt happier when the other man had kissed her, but she had no way of quantifying that to her husband.

No. It was just a nagging wisp of a thought that lodged inside her as she put her head on her pillow, and let the credits roll over her.

After finding him on her front door step, Agnes walked Mark into their shared home, the chintzy decor and gray tones still a complete eyesore for the pair that had moved in. “Well, that went well. Did you have fun, Mark?”

The man’s voice became somewhat more droll as he closed the door behind him, “Yes.”

SLAP

Instantly, her hand struck his cheek, hard. Leaving a visual imprint and gray stain on his skin, “We’re alone now, Mark. What are you supposed to say?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good boy.” She said with a faux sweetness to her voice, stroking the man’s face where she’d slapped him with a teasing cruelty, “Don’t worry, I’ve got more spells protecting us in this place than little miss Avenger over there could ever hope to break. I can use and **** you all night, and no one would hear a thing!”

Though his eyes were facing forwards with no emotion present on his face, a tiny falter could be heard in Mark’s voice, “Y-yes, mistress.”

She thought nothing of it. Fear could only strengthen her hold of the boy. Agatha continued to grip his cheeks, dragging the slightly taller boy down to her level, “I’m so glad I had you explain those ridiculous powers of yours. ‘To control through connection’. I can actually feel it working but with no thoughts in that head to order me about. I bet it’s just burning you up right now that I can touch you, but I’m in full control, doesn’t it?”

His cheeks were squished, his lips barely recognisable, but Mark still mumbled his “Yes, mistress.” out obediently.

With a flick of his nose, Agatha just hung her coat up on Mark’s face, then turned from her **** to begin removing her awfully tight 1950s paraphernalia. “Oh, don’t be such a sore loser! You’re the one who snuck in here to try and get my prize! Wasn’t it painfully obvious that I already called dibs on Wanda’s magic?”

“Yes, mistress.” the muffled Mark agreed.

“Hmm, still it is rather impressive you managed to do so much damage with just a single word,” She smirked, lying down on her couch without a single care for the era’s feelings on the subject, “‘Pervert’. Such a painfully obvious attempt to, what, seduce the most powerful Avenger by turning her into you? Ugh, Men.” The witch tutted with a smirk, staring at her terribly small television set and deciding to not bother with such a stupid device, instead just looking over at Mark to think more about him. “You’ve got both Wanda and silly Strange’s fingerprints all over you, but neither magic seems to originate from this universe. I’d heard that Wanda was some multiversal bitch, but I guess you’re living proof of that being true, aren’t you?”

“Yes, mistress.”

With just a flick of her wrist, his clothes and her jacket suddenly vanished from his body, revealing that huge grayscale dick of his that had just been inside of Wanda. Swaying like the proverbial third leg only one amputated to just above the knee, Agatha enjoyed the obscene view with relish.

“Just a big boy from another universe, wanting to control everything he can grab onto. I’ve seen the urges of man. I’ve seen the desires of children. You’re somehow below both of those, I can see it imprinted on your soul.” She frowned, flicking her wrist again to drag the statuesque **** forwards before letting him spin in place in front of her. “Yet, you’re so useful! The sitcom bullshit was already wearing thin as all hell, and I was worried I’d have to wait ages before her stupid spells backfired on her long enough to steal the hex magic inside her, but you and your little ‘pervert’ stunt has made this far more fun, hun! I'm a witch, I've been making deals with horny fools longer than sirens stole our name. You provide the big meaty carrot for Wanda's new affections. All I have to do is use you to break her down, destroy her marriage, then she’s easy pickings for me to control!”

He was facing away from her, but Mark still said his repetitious phrase.

“And you brought your own Black Widow!” Agnes snapped her fingers, not magically, but for summoning the big chested redhead with low cut frills. Natasha rushed over with a tray of ice-cold drinks in hand before, “Not that you care, but this universe actually lost their Natasha Romanoff… actually, I don’t care either. She’ll just be useful for keeping an eye on that pesky Vision.” The witch nonchalantly kicked the tray that the widow was holding, causing liquids to spill everywhere. Nat didn’t react, but did robotically start cleaning as soon as possible.

The witch ignored her silent company and went back to her television. Deciding to rewatch Wanda’s episode of smut with her ‘husband’ while having Natasha lick her pussy.

All while Mark stood perfectly still…

“Where the fuck am I?”

A black void. That was all there was, all around him. No sun, no moon, no stars, no landmarks. Just pitch black space.

But it was strange, he was still perfectly lit. His hands and clothes weren’t in pitch blackness like you’d think if you were in a hole or dead. And not only that, Mark was definitely standing on something, even if he couldn’t tell what that something was. Just more blackness. Like space was able to be scuffed by his shoes.

“Hello!” Nothing. Not even an echo off of far off walls. “HELLLOOOO!!!!” Silence greeted him just as loudly as he’d yelled.

…

“Ugh. well, this is dull.” Mark crossed his arms in frustration, “At least reveal if I’ve gone to hell or not. Don’t make me walk around an empty nothing void just to fucking find it…”

He realized complaining about the annoying mechanics of the underworld was perhaps a little silly. So instead, he began walking, hoping to either be wrong about where he was or to find some cartoon devil motherfucker.

It took nearly an hour of wandering around, but he was happy to find someone that proved this wasn’t hell.

What he found was a little stranger than that.

“Help!” Screamed the little girl under the rubble, a repetitive beeping sound the only thing heard other than sounds of distant war, “Someone, please help me and my brother!”