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Fenric left Kamar-Taj with Wanda, the Scarlet Witch, and her brother, Quicksilver.
"Wanda, Pietro," Fenric said softly, "I may be leaving here soon."
"Master, where are you going?" Pietro asked, frowning.
Wanda immediately spoke up, her tone firm. "Master, please take me with you. I want to follow you always."
Fenric gently stroked Wanda's hair, smiling faintly. "The place I'm headed to is another world. You can't come with me—at least, not yet."
"Master…"
Seeing that he wasn't joking, Wanda threw herself into his arms, clinging tightly.
"Don't worry, Wanda. I'll be back." Fenric patted her shoulder reassuringly.
When she had calmed herself, Fenric added, "After I leave, both of you will join the Avengers. I'll ask them to look after you."
"As you command, Master," Pietro replied respectfully. For him, Fenric was simply his master.
But for Wanda, her feelings ran deeper. Beyond loyalty, something else had already taken root in her heart. Fenric had become her first man, and in just over half a month he had left a mark she could never erase.
"I'll leave these two cars to you. Take good care of them until I return," Fenric said.
"The Phantom is for Wanda. The Hurricane goes to Pietro."
After making arrangements, Fenric brought the siblings to Stark Tower.
To his surprise, nearly all the Avengers were already gathered there.
When they heard Fenric had arrived, everyone came out to greet him.
"Ronan, you're finally here!"
Tony's eyes lit up. "Perfect timing. I just bought a Khabarovsk Battle Tank—help me turn it into a mechanical lifeform!"
Tony had already spoken at length with Wanda and Pietro before, clearing up the misunderstandings left by Obadiah Stane, the so-called 'Iron Monger.'
Fenric chuckled. "Tony, greed isn't exactly a virtue."
The Khabarovsk Battle Tank—massive, heavily armored, and absurdly expensive. The fact that Tony wanted to turn it into a Transformer spoke volumes.
Of course, Fenric could do it effortlessly. But he wasn't anyone's tool. Whether he agreed or not depended entirely on his mood.
"I'll give you two more sets of armor from my private collection—you can pick whichever you like!" Tony offered quickly.
Fenric shook his head with a smile. "Sorry, Tony. I've lost interest in your armor."
"Tony, enough," Captain America interjected, cutting him off. "We've got more urgent matters right now."
He turned to Fenric, his tone serious. "Ronan, did you come today to help us deal with Ultron? We've just learned he's gathering an army of robots in Sokovia. It looks like he's planning something big—and we need to stop him."
At once, Fenric understood why everyone was here.
So it had begun—the great battle.
He knew the plot, knew how things were supposed to unfold. But in this world, the Mind Stone was still in his possession. Without it, Vision might never be born. The future was uncertain.
"No," Fenric said calmly. "I won't be taking part in the fight against Ultron. I'm leaving Earth soon. I only came to return the scepter."
He had stayed in this world long enough. His mission was over, and he had no reason to linger.
Everyone was stunned.
"So soon?" Hawkeye asked, disbelief in his voice.
"At a time like this, we need you!" Thor protested.
Black Widow stepped forward, her expression soft. "Can't you stay a few more days? You still owe me that dinner you promised."
One after another, they tried to persuade him.
It wasn't just the scepter they cared about. Fenric's strength could tip the balance in the coming war. And over time, his trustworthiness had silenced their doubts.
"I'm afraid there's no time," Fenric said firmly. "I have more important matters to attend to. As for Ultron, I believe you'll win."
He handed the scepter to Natasha, who accepted it in silence.
"There's one more thing."
Fenric placed a hand on Pietro's shoulder, then Wanda's. "After I leave, I hope you'll all look after these two."
For over half a month, the siblings had followed Fenric faithfully. Pietro had been diligent. Wanda had been tireless—by day, his support; by night, his companion. She had given much.
Fenric wanted to ensure they had a place once he was gone.
The Avengers were the best choice.
As for Pietro's fate—whether he would live or fall in Sokovia—Fenric couldn't say. The plot had already shifted. Vision had not appeared. Samsara players had interfered. The future was unwritten.
If Pietro still died, then it was destiny.
But Wanda, Fenric did not worry about. The Ancient One had already awakened much of her potential. Her Chaos Magic was now close to its peak—strong enough to rival her strength in the events of Endgame. Ultron's machines couldn't touch her.
And Fenric had left her the Phantom. That alone would be enough to keep her safe.
"No problem, Ronan," Captain America replied without hesitation. "They'll be under our protection. Both of them are powerful, and with the Avengers, their abilities won't go to waste."
Black Widow smiled faintly. "Still, why not stay with us? We could use someone like you."
Though she seemed to be joking, all eyes turned to Fenric, waiting for his answer.
"Maybe next time." Fenric shook his head. "My time here is over. Farewell, everyone."
The words had barely left his lips before he vanished, leaving the Avengers staring at the empty space he had occupied.