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Chapter 202: Out of Control

"Uh, wait for me to ask..."

Stark suddenly remembered something. A drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead as he quickly asked J.A.R.V.I.S, "Help me find out where the buyers of Obadiah's private weapons came from a few years ago."

J.A.R.V.I.S responded promptly, "Sir, the buyer from Eastern Europe was indeed recorded in the transaction logs. One of the organizations claimed responsibility for the bombing of Sokovia, and the timeline aligns with the girl's age..."

Stark's expression turned grim, his face showing guilt.

He collected himself and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry. I apologize for what happened to your parents. Although it wasn't my decision, I still consider it a failure on my part."

Stark's demeanor was sincere.

In hindsight, had he not been preoccupied with his own distractions, he might have prevented Obadiah from orchestrating so many schemes behind his back.

Wanda remained silent for a moment before speaking up emotionally, "Self-selling weapons? No, I don't believe it! Do you think that by just finding a dead person, you can clear everything?"

Chaos energy surged through Stark's mind, and though he wasn't lying, the revelation was even more devastating to Wanda.

For a long time, she and her brother Pietro had relied on each other, enduring countless hardships. Despite numerous volunteers in the HYDRA experiments, they were the only ones left in the end. Their survival was not just due to their own abilities but also to their desire for revenge.

Now, with Pietro having vanished inexplicably, if it weren't for her quest for vengeance, her world would have collapsed.

Moreover, she had a gut feeling that HYDRA's experiments had led to Pietro's death.

The truth was indeed harsh; had the power of the Mind Gem not activated the latent X-gene, Pietro wouldn't have been erased from existence...

Realizing that her enemy was even more monstrous than anticipated was almost unbearable. How could she reconcile with Obadiah, who had been dead for four years, being the cause of her only remaining relative's suffering?

Seeing the change in her expression, Stark clenched his teeth, "I'm not trying to evade responsibility. If you truly can't accept it, then do what you must. But remember, it's not going to change anything for anyone else!"

He was prepared to face whatever came, even if it meant standing firm against an opponent he couldn't match...

The Widow glanced at him and said firmly to Wanda, "Listen... Little girl, even though this guy is an insufferable playboy, there's something you need to understand.

The real arms dealer was Obadiah. He sold weapons to the terrorists who destroyed your hometown.

To atone for his mistakes, this guy later took it upon himself to eliminate those terrorists..."

"Stop it! No, that can't be true! You're all lying to me!"

Wanda screamed in pain, withdrawing her hand to cover her head, and Stark collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The Widow was about to check on her when she suddenly felt a chill and a surge of terrifying energy that almost left her breathless.

This is...

In a classroom far away in Queens, a drowsy middle school student suddenly felt a shiver run through his body, and the hairs on his arms stood on end...

"What's happening?"

He nearly exclaimed, reaching to press down the fine hairs, but to no avail. A feeling of dread enveloped him.

"What's going on? Why do I always feel like something bad is going to happen? Ugh, this is so frustrating. Ever since I was bitten by that spider, I've felt something is off, but no one seems to know when I go to the hospital..."

"Peter Parker! What are you doing, kid? Are you paying attention to my lecture?"

A thunderous roar echoed through the classroom, mixed with spittle. Before Peter Parker could react, a chalkbox flew toward him in a perfect arc.

Tilting his head to dodge the projectile, Peter Parker looked at the imposing head teacher at the podium and muttered, "Oh no, could this be the source of my unease?"

...

At the Avengers Base, Stark and Natasha stared in disbelief as countless red energies seemed to materialize around Wanda.

Wanda was on her knees, clutching her head in agony. She forced herself to look up, her eyes showing a flash of clarity, and said to Natasha with all her strength, "Go..."

Not good!

Natasha's heightened sensitivity to danger kicked in immediately. She realized the urgency, rolled, and dashed to the window, leaping out onto the lawn below. She barely had time to shout, "Go!"

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