Marvel, start by marrying the Scarlet Witch

"Oh, Carl, look! I found a really fascinating spell. It's brilliant!"

That evening, in the bedroom, Wanda snapped shut the magical tome in her hands and sprang up from the bed, her eyes glimmering with excitement. She closed them gently and began chanting a spell under her breath, her fingertips glowing with crimson energy.

Moments later, her silky red nightgown shimmered, and a transformation swept over her from head to toe. The fabric reshaped itself, reforming into a sleek, black silk stewardess outfit that clung perfectly to her curves.

"Advanced Transfiguration—Clothing Edition," Carl remarked with a knowing smirk as he reclined against the pillows.

Having transcribed every magical text in their household by hand, Carl recognized the spell instantly. What Wanda had just used was an extension of standard Transfiguration—specifically, a Clothing Conversion Charm that allowed the caster to instantly switch outfits based on mental imagery.

Like most transfiguration-based spells, this one came with a few limitations: duration, complexity, and fidelity, all of which depended on the wizard's mastery. A novice might end up with an incomplete transformation or have the effect wear off too soon.

Transfiguration itself was one of the broadest fields in magic, taught in dedicated coursework at Hogwarts. Over time, countless derivative spells had been created from its core principles.

Transforming an object into another—like turning water into wine or a matchstick into a sewing needle. Or converting objects into animals—a chair into a pig, a vase into a parrot. There were also more complex transformations: animals into objects, or even living beings into other living forms. The highest tier included Vanishing Spells, capable of removing things from existence entirely.

All of these, however, were bound by Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, which outlined five immutable laws:

1. Food Creation: You cannot conjure edible food from nothing, nor reliably transfigure non-food items into consumables.

2. Life-to-Object Limits: No permanent transformation from living beings to non-living matter.

3. No Magical Item Duplication: Transfiguration cannot create magical or powered items like wands, portkeys, or even electrical devices.

4. Quantity Limits: One object cannot become two. You can't multiply a single chair into three.

5. No True Creation: You cannot make something out of absolutely nothing. Even summoning charms like Avis or Serpensortia rely on hidden objects or short-term constructs of energy.

For a standard wizard like Carl, who used his converted internal energy as magical fuel, these rules held firm. But for Wanda… not so much.

Her magic wasn't fueled by ordinary magical energy—it was powered by Chaos Magic, one of the three ancient cosmic forces, capable of altering reality itself. During the day, Carl had seen her turn her fluffy slippers into two living white rabbits. And they were still munching on cabbage leaves in a cardboard box in the corner.

He had a hunch that if Wanda hadn't deliberately reversed the spell, those rabbits might have lived normal, long lives.

"I love this spell," Wanda said with a coy smile, smoothing her skirt. "Uniforms are so… exciting."

Carl let out a low chuckle and reached out to pull her into his arms. "You're lucky I have a thing for stewardesses."

Just as he leaned in to kiss her, the communicator on the nightstand buzzed insistently.

Ding-ling-ling! Ding-ling-ling!

Carl sighed and picked it up. His voice turned serious.

"Carl here."

"Boss," came David's voice—steady, calm, and just slightly tense. "A group of highly trained operatives has infiltrated the Hudson Group's research building. Based on their movement patterns, they're targeting the scientists in the dormitory wing."

Carl's mood dropped. "Perfect timing," he muttered. "Alright. Keep eyes on them. Don't engage unless absolutely necessary. I'll be there in less than twenty."

After hanging up, he turned to Wanda, who looked mildly disappointed but understanding.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Company security issue. I'll handle it fast and be right back."

Standing up, Carl summoned his Elder Wand from the mission space. With a flick, his clothes flew from the closet and attached themselves to his body with practiced ease.

"Apparition."

With a sharp pop, he vanished from the room.

Wanda pouted slightly, then wrapped a blanket around herself, sat at the desk, opened her laptop, and typed into Google:

"What uniforms do husbands find irresistible?"

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In the Hudson Group's state-of-the-art security room, David stood alone, scanning multiple screens. When the communicator cut off, he locked onto the live feed tracking the intruders' movement through the lower levels.

Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him and spun instinctively, elbow cocked to strike.

His arm was caught mid-air.

"Good instincts," said a familiar voice.

David's eyes widened. "Boss?! How did you get here already? You were just—"

"New skill," Carl grinned. "Apparition. You could call it magical teleportation. Now—what's the situation?"

David took a deep breath and pointed at the central screen.

"They broke in five minutes ago—professional, tight formation, no wasted movements. They're making a direct line to the dormitory wing. Without the upgraded surveillance Tony Stark installed last week, we might've missed them entirely."

Carl narrowed his eyes, processing. "They're not here to steal tech. They're after someone."

"I thought the same. Probably targeting one or more of the project heads. Maybe Dr. Stern or Dr. Banner."

Carl crossed his arms. "Send Leo and Amelia to lock down the eastern stairwell. I'll intercept them myself."

David nodded and immediately relayed the order via comms.

Carl turned back to the monitor. "Let's make sure these intruders leave with nothing. Not even their pride."