A moment later, the door opened with a creak.
Luke walked into the ten-square-meter shack and glanced at the young woman sitting next to the bed. Hm, this little witch, Walter, was a little unconventional.
The dark red coat and the low-cut black tank top contrasted her fair skin with the black tank top.
While the overall scale of the shack wasn't particularly large, it was tempting enough.
The dark circles under her eyes and long eyelashes on her fair face made her look like an unconventional girl with smoky makeup.
Fortunately, his hair was still a normal reddish-brown color. It wasn't a gray-gray, pink-purple, or any other strange hair color.
Seeing the Dark Knight exit stealth mode after closing the door, Walter's face turned even paler.
Anyone who wasn't cut off from the rest of the world and didn't care about any news would have read some reports about Batman or heard some of his "rules."
The Dark Knight wasn't as famous as Batman, but most young people knew about this "Batman's number one hardcore fan."
There were even many hardcore fans who daydreamed about joining the Bat Squad as hardcore fans one day and fighting with the superheroes.
Unfortunately, the biggest problem for these people was that they didn't have money, skills, and strength.
Thus, no other cosplayer joined the Bat Squad.
But "carrying on" was a basic requirement for a qualified cosplayer.
In this regard, the Dark Knight was a model hardcore fan.
Just like Batman, he never killed anyone.
Just like Batman, he resolutely dealt with bad guys with broken bones and paraplegia.
Previously, Walter had been obsessed with revenge and hadn't thought much about it.
Or rather, her hatred for Tony Stark had made her not care about the consequences.
But now that the Dark Knight was really standing in front of her, she realized how oppressive the huge figure in black armor was.
Her stubbornness and madness for revenge had been suppressed to the corner without her realizing it.
It wasn't because the Dark Knight was stronger than Iron Man; Walter didn't care.
It was only right for her to look for Tony Stark to avenge her dead parents, but the casualties and losses clearly fell under the Dark Knight's jurisdiction.
The Dark Knight hadn't caused her parents' deaths.
Not long ago, Walter had discovered that Ultron wanted to destroy humanity, and she had been the first accomplice to create the best opportunity for him.
Ultron's thoughts had a huge impact on her heart.
Therefore, as soon as she saw the Dark Knight, Wanda instinctively had a guilty conscience.
The blue-white eyes on the knight's visor only looked at her for a moment before moving to the young man lying on the bed. "Is this your brother, Pietro Django Maximov?"
Walter agreed. He had a lot of things he wanted to say, but he didn't know where to start.
Luke looked at the scan results on his mask. "Irregular puncture wound from a sharp object. Moderate blood loss. The wound has been treated, but the internal bleeding is still slow. He'll be in danger in a few hours."
Walter gasped and turned to look at his brother. "How could it be …"
It was only then that she realized that Peter, who had been moving a little when Luke had been standing at the door, was now pale and unconscious in bed.
Anxious, she released wisps of smoke-like red light from her hands and pointed at Pietro's wound.
Pa!
A black iron hand grabbed her wrist. "Your healing ability isn't very effective. Stop using your brother as a guinea pig."
Wanda was embarrassed.
She really hadn't studied how her ability could heal wounds, or she wouldn't have missed out on Pietro's internal bleeding.
Luke pressed the little witch down with one hand and reached for Pietro's waist with the other. He lifted his T-shirt.
A faint blue light shot out from the palm of the armor and covered the wound on Pietro's waist.
The next moment, the visor projected a 3D model of Pietro's wound in the air.
Luke enlarged the projection and circled a brighter spot inside. "Do you see that? There's a ruptured blood vessel here. You didn't treat it."
Wanda was depressed.
She could accept that her skills weren't good, but she couldn't accept killing her brother with her own hands.
Paying attention to her expression, Luke thought for a moment before he said, "For the sake of our possible cooperation, I should show some sincerity first."
As he spoke, he turned off the scanning blue light, opened the palm of the armor, and pointed at Pietro's wound with his index finger.
After the blue light disappeared, the room, which only had one small window, suddenly dimmed, and a hazy white light lit up.
Walter's eyes widened as he stared at the finger that was glowing with a thin layer of white light. His beautiful lips couldn't help but drop open. "Super … super ability?"
At that moment, the finger gently touched Pietro's wound.
The hideous wound on Pietro's abdomen healed at a visible speed. In less than thirty seconds, all that was left was a little bit of blood.
Dazed for a moment, Walter finally seemed to understand. Batman hadn't shown off any super abilities, but who said that his hardcore fans had to have no super abilities?
Besides, she didn't necessarily have to show off her super abilities in front of the camera. Not many people knew about her!
Looking at the dazed little witch, Luke reminded her, "Nobody in the Avengers knows I have this ability, so you should keep it to yourself."
Then, he looked away. "Don't tell your brother, either."
Walter found it a little strange. This Dark Knight … seemed easy to talk to?
Of course, Luke wouldn't tell Walter how special she was.
She was a person who didn't respond to real dreams, a woman who was extremely resistant to pheromones, and who was no different from an ordinary human woman in the scan analysis of her armor.
Thinking back to how she had used mental induction to plot against all the Avengers except Hawkeye, this little witch was definitely a rare commodity, and he had to get her.
Of course, she had a big problem — her red name.
She was the one who had caused the Salvatore Port massacre.
It wasn't that Alchuang had forced her to do it, but for revenge. She had made Dr. Banner lose control of his consciousness, and hadn't suppressed Green Fatty's destruction at all.
Otherwise, under normal circumstances, Dr. Banner wouldn't have let Green Fatty go on a killing spree like that. It would have been good enough if he had smashed some buildings and cars.
However, there were a lot of people who got into trouble on impulse when they were young for revenge.
A certain tycoon didn't start causing trouble until he was in his thirties, but wasn't he the leader of the Avengers now?
Besides, bad guys were never a problem for Luke.
It was just like Tony, who used to be an arms dealer. After repenting, he wanted to protect Earth every day, and was almost anxious.
For such immature offenders, it wasn't a bad way to deal with them if they knew they were wrong and were good people for the rest of their lives.
Luke didn't have to feel guilty when he fleeced them.
If it were other women with yellow names, he wouldn't have used real dreams and pheromones to control them.
Thus, from the moment he found the siblings, he had already been setting them up.
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