Chapter 49 - 49 : Telling Truth to Wanda(Bonus)
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At night, the hotel lights were a soft shade of orange, casting a warm glow over the room as if covered in a layer of silk.
The light reflected on Wanda's face, her eyes shimmering like a crystal-clear lake as she gazed at Finn.
"Actually..."
Finn's heart softened when he met Wanda's gentle yet piercing eyes.
Her eyes were as sweet as she was.
After everything that had happened with Agatha, Wanda looked even more radiant, as though she had been refined through fire and emerged even purer.
Her eyes were different from others who had endured so much; instead of dullness, they remained bright and full of life.
Most people who had gone through similar hardships carried a weariness in their gaze, a slight cloudiness that never quite lifted.
But Wanda's eyes were different. They were clear—like a newborn's, full of curiosity and light. The way they flickered with the reflection of the hotel's warm lights made Finn want to hold onto them forever.
"Why are you acting so strange today? If you have something to say, just say it."
Wanda frowned slightly, eyeing him curiously. Finn had always been easygoing and carefree, but now, for the first time since they had been together, he seemed hesitant.
"Actually..." Finn took a deep breath, preparing to confess. "I'm not an ordinary person. I have powers too. To be precise—magic."
Saying it all at once, he braced himself for the worst. If things went south, he could always disappear and start over somewhere else.
Not like he hadn't done that before.
After his confession, he lowered his head slightly, unwilling to meet Wanda's gaze, expecting shock, disbelief—maybe even fear.
But after waiting a long while, there was nothing. The air was still.
The silence stretched on.
Curious, he lifted his head, only to find Wanda calmly dipping her bread into butter, unfazed.
"...Huh?"
Sensing his eyes on her, Wanda finally looked up.
"I just told you something major, and you're not even reacting?"
Finn's face twitched. He had psyched himself up for this conversation, yet Wanda acted as if he'd simply told her the weather forecast.
"I believe you."
Before he could react, Wanda stretched out her delicate hand, covering his mouth and glancing around in embarrassment.
Only after confirming that no one was eavesdropping did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"What are you doing?" Finn asked, muffled by her palm.
"Look, I believe you, okay?" Wanda nodded seriously. "But don't say it out loud. I'd rather not die from secondhand embarrassment."
She was genuinely worried that Finn might suddenly yell, *I'm a superhero!* in the middle of a crowded restaurant, turning them into the most conspicuous couple in the room.
Just imagining that scene made her want to dig a hole and disappear.
She figured Finn must have said all this just to make her feel better. The thought warmed her heart. In a much softer voice, she murmured, "I know you're just trying to cheer me up, Finn. I'm already feeling better, but I still don't want to die of embarrassment..."
"I'm telling the truth," Finn deadpanned.
He stared at Wanda, waiting for a reaction.
Yet, there was nothing.
If she really believed him, his system should have given him a notification. But there was nothing.
This was an insult.
She didn't believe him at all.
He had to prove it!
Just as he was about to demonstrate, a waiter arrived, placing a dish on the table.
"Sir, ma'am, here is the lobster for two."
The moment the scent hit her nose, Wanda's eyes lit up. She eagerly lifted the lid of the small pot, and the rich, savory aroma of garlic butter filled the air.
"Thank you," she said absentmindedly, already reaching for her utensils.
"Thanks," Finn echoed, picking up his silverware.
As soon as the waiter left, he turned back to Wanda. "Wanda, listen—"
"Finn, can you listen to me talk about it first?"
Wanda suddenly interrupted him, looking troubled.
"...Okay," Finn agreed, still confused but willing to hear her out.
"I get what you're trying to do, but Finn, you really don't need to worry about your identity. You think having powers—magic—will create a gap between us. But no matter what, that won't happen. Nothing will ever separate us."
As she spoke, she reached out, gently stroking Finn's face.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "It's my fault. I've been so caught up in Avengers missions lately that I haven't been paying enough attention to you."
Finn was stunned.
So she thought he was feeling insecure about their relationship?
"Wanda, you..."
"Finn, you're already amazing. You're funny, optimistic, kind, and always handle everything so well."
Seeing him speechless, Wanda took his hand, squeezing it gently.
A warmth spread through Finn's chest, and the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.
"So let's stop talking about all that for now and eat the lobster first," Wanda said, patting his head affectionately.
She then turned her attention back to the lobster, her eyes shining with excitement.
The tender, juicy meat was practically calling her name.
She licked her lips, picked up a piece, and popped it into her mouth, savoring the rich, buttery flavor.
"But I—"
Finn started to protest again, but Wanda shot him a look, effectively shutting him up.
Fine. He'd drop it... for now.
He could always bring it up later.
He hadn't told her about his magic because he wanted recognition. He just genuinely cared about her.
It was completely different from that old hag Agatha.
"You two, here is the sausage salad and the grilled sausage you ordered."
Another waiter arrived, placing two plates of sausages on the table before walking away.
"...This looks terrible," Wanda muttered, poking at the thick, grilled sausages with a frown.
"I think it looks fine. Germans are supposed to be good at making sausages," Finn said casually. "Actually, this reminds me of a joke about Germany's World Cup team."
"What joke?" Wanda asked, intrigued.
Finn smirked. "The German team packed enough sausages for an entire month... but got eliminated in the group stage."
"Twice in a row."
"Angry fans started telling the players to quit soccer and open sausage stands instead."
After finishing his lobster, Finn inhaled the rich aroma of the seafood and added, "Honestly, if anything, some football teams should be selling seafood instead."
"Hush, Finn," Wanda scolded, rolling her eyes. "We're in a German restaurant."
But then, she took a bite of the thick sausage, and her expression immediately changed. "It doesn't *look* great, but it tastes amazing!"
"Really?" Finn hesitated, but instead of reaching for the large grilled sausage, he opted for the smaller, pre-sliced sausage from the salad.
Because...
The sight of Wanda eating the large sausage was making his thoughts go places they definitely shouldn't.
"What's wrong with you?" Wanda asked, tilting her head, her innocent gaze piercing right through him.
Finn swallowed hard.
She looked so pure, her clear eyes filled with curiosity. And yet—she was casually biting into a thick, grilled sausage.
The contrast was... distracting.
Trying to shake the thought, he said vaguely, "Actually, I have experience making sausages too."
"Really?" Wanda's eyes lit up.
Of course, her man could cook. He was amazing.
"Then I want to try it when we get back tomorrow!" she said excitedly.
Finn coughed. "Uh... sure."
Finn couldn't help but cough when he heard that. Why did he suddenly feel like he was coaxing a little girl?
Wrong.
She's my girlfriend. What am I afraid of?
"Don't just sit there, eat quickly before it gets cold," Finn urged.
Wanda, oblivious to his thoughts, ate happily, her lips glistening with oil. She was gluttonous, yet she never ate much.
After finishing her meal, she leaned back in her chair with a satisfied expression, her gaze fixed on the vibrant night view outside.
A towering mountain stood imposingly between the city's skyscrapers, adding an almost surreal touch to the landscape.
"Do you think the mayor will try to tear down the mountain?" Wanda asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
"He might consider it, but it's too massive. I doubt he has the resources to do it," Finn replied.
He reached out, wiping the oil stains from the corners of her lips with a napkin before turning his gaze to the majestic mountain outside.
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As expected of me. I can create something this grand with just a wave of my hand. Handsome as ever.
"That makes sense," Wanda nodded. "Unless the mountain becomes a threat, no one would waste money on demolishing it. And besides, it's all over social media."
Finn smirked. "Yeah. Since it was formed out of shadows, people have started calling it 'Black Shadow Mountain.' It's already gone viral. I bet it'll become a tourist attraction soon, boosting the economy."
Humans were strange creatures. Even seemingly useless things could captivate them, drawing in crowds from all over.
"I see," Wanda mused, nodding along even though she only half understood.
"Are you full? It's getting late. We should head back," Finn said, ruffling her hair.
The two left the restaurant and strolled back to their hotel, which was close by. Walking helped with digestion, and they took the opportunity to soak in the street culture.
Much like other major football-loving countries, they frequently saw people playing soccer on the streets.
Even in the absence of proper fields, kids found ways to play, using whatever space was available.
Boom!
As Finn and Wanda waited at a crosswalk, a soccer ball rolled toward their feet. A group of kids playing nearby had messed up a pass.
"Hey, kick it back!" one of the boys called out.
"Don't bother," another boy muttered. "He's American. He probably doesn't even know how to play."
Finn smirked. Underestimating me, huh?
Wanda chuckled. "Finn, they don't think you can play."
Finn raised an eyebrow. "You understood that?"
She shrugged. "I picked up a bit of the language from a friend when I was younger."
"Smart and magical. What a combo," Finn teased.
Before the boy could retrieve the ball, Finn stopped him. "Hey, let me show you how it's done."
The kids blinked in surprise.
Wanda sighed, leaning against a nearby lamppost with an amused smile. She knew him well enough to expect this.
"You can actually play?" the boy asked, skepticism written all over his face.
"Of course," Finn replied confidently. Back in school, he had been the captain of the team. If it weren't for his studies, who knew how far he would've gone?
The kid smirked. "Okay, if you can kick it into that trash can across the road, you win."
Finn glanced at the metal bin on the other side of the street. It was about ten meters away—not far, but the challenge lay in the precision needed to land the ball inside. Even professional players struggled with shots like that.
"Piece of cake," Finn said, placing the ball at his feet.
The other kids gathered around, taking seats on the steps of a nearby shop, eager to watch.
Finn took a few steps back, lining up his shot. Then, with a swift stride forward, he kicked the ball cleanly from beneath, sending it soaring into the night sky.
Under the glow of the streetlights, the ball curved beautifully, drawing a perfect arc through the air.
Whoosh!
Bang!
The ball dropped straight into the trash can, hitting the lid on its way down and making it snap shut.
"Oh, shit!"
"He's like—our version of Beckham!"
The kids leaped to their feet, fists raised in astonishment. To them, nothing was cooler than a flawless goal.
The boy who had doubted Finn stood frozen, his mouth hanging open in shock.
Finn patted him on the shoulder like an old coach. "Keep practicing, kid."
Wanda, too, was taken aback. She wasn't a soccer fan, but even she could tell how impressive that shot was.
"The light's green," Finn noted. Taking Wanda's hand, he crossed the street, leaving behind a group of stunned kids.
When they finally snapped out of it and tried to chase after him, the traffic light had already turned red, blocking them with a wall of cars.
They could only watch in regret as a legend walked away.
Back at the hotel corridor, Wanda chuckled at the memory.
"I thought you'd stick around to tease them a little more."
Finn smirked. "They're just kids. The shot itself was enough of a lesson."
"Who knows? Maybe you just inspired the next football star," Wanda mused. "Something as simple as that can change a person's life."
Before she could continue, Finn wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Enough about that. It's late, and I was promised a reward..."
"Finn, no!"
"But you said—"
"Tomorrow. When we get back home," she cut in, smirking. "Besides, the clothes should be arriving then, too."
Finn sighed dramatically. "Fine."
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