A few hours before Damian received Hela.
Wanda, Circe, and Pietro were at the airport catching a flight.
Wanda had a grumpy expression while sitting in the airplane seat.
They had used a portal to go to Singapore before taking a flight from there to Madripoor.
"Remind me to buy a private jet when we get back," Wanda said irritably as someone lightly bumped her shoulder while passing through the airplane aisle.
"I told you to buy one months ago, and you said it was a waste of money," Pietro said, looking out the window.
"You can run faster than an airplane, why do I need one?" Wanda said, looking at Pietro, who was her private transportation.
"Enslaver."
"Explotier."
Pietro and Circe said simultaneously, looking at her wordlessly.
The airplane quickly started moving down the runway before taking off.
Unlike Wanda, Circe was enjoying the experience a bit since she had never been on an airplane before.
A little over an hour passed quickly, and the airplane landed at the airport.
The three of them walked through the procedures before reaching outside the airport.
Cortana was already waiting for them and greeted them from a distance with a wave.
"How was the flight?" Cortana asked, smiling at them.
"Bad, why can't we just create a portal here?" Wanda asked. She didn't really feel like coming here in the first place, if it weren't for needing the continuation of her magic, she wouldn't have come.
"To avoid problems. What if the three girls are kidnapped? My master would surely be very angry," Cortana said, smiling.
"Speaking of which, where is he?" Circe asked curiously, assuming that he would also be here receiving them.
"We have other guests, so I took care of you, and my master took care of them," Cortana said, smiling.
Wanda unconsciously frowned at his absence but quickly returned her expression to normal.
Cortana guided them to a car and drove smoothly, showing them a bit of what the city was like before taking them straight to the palace.
The three visitors looked in awe at the buildings and the automated vehicles. In comparison, Sokovia seemed to be a hundred years behind, the rest of the world at least eighty years.
If they hadn't arrived on an airplane, they would really think they were in another world.
"Nice, isn't it?" Cortana said with a knowing smile as she saw them amazed.
The three nodded slightly.
Circe was really surprised; even the capital of the Bhadwuans didn't have such advanced cities.
They soon arrived at the palace where soldiers were lined up, creating a pathway.
The three walked while curiously looking at the soldiers; it was really different to see them on television than to have them in front of them.
Only in person could you notice the great height and intimidation that emanated from them.
"I want one of those," Pietro said, looking at his sister.
"Grow a little more, and I'll buy you one," Wanda teased.
The group of four entered the palace, and in the entrance hall, they saw Damian, three little girls, and two familiar women.
When Hela and Amelia turned at the sound of footsteps, everyone looked at each other, causing a sudden awkward silence.
"What are those two women doing here?" Pietro whispered to his sister.
"What are you doing here? Brat," Amelia grumbled, still resentful about him sneaking into her building.
"What a coincidence, right?" Damian said, amused.
"You both decided to come on the same day; how well you get along," Cortana also joked.
"It really is a coincidence," Circe said, nodding with interest.
Hela and Wanda just looked at each other for a moment without saying anything; they really didn't suspect anything.
They were sure it was a coincidence since they had chosen the time to come.
"Hello," Alice said, approaching the new visitors. It was the first time they had seen unknown people at home.
It was more common for their friends, Aunt Jen, or Uncle Tony's family to come.
"Hello," Circe said, greeting the girls with a big smile.
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The three little girls looked at Circe, who didn't seem much older, with some doubt before looking at Wanda.
"Is she your mommy?" Ivy asked, looking at Wanda for a moment before looking back at Circe.
Several coughs and laughs were heard in the hall at Ivy's question.
"No, in fact, I'm much older. I'm about 13,000 years old, give or take," Circe said with a smile, unaffected by the question.
The mouths of the three little girls comically opened at hearing Circe's age.
"Whoa, why do you look so young then?" Emma asked curiously.
"It's because I'm a half goddess and half-human," Circe said, smiling.
Her words surprised Amelia and Hela, especially the latter, who looked at Circe with some curiosity.
She didn't expect the childish woman with Wanda to be a goddess.
"Well, shall we move to the living room?" Damian said, not really sure what to do with this group of people; awkward silences were likely to be present.
Seeing everyone nod, Damian quickly led them to a different room than usual.
"Take a seat, would you like something to eat or drink?" Damian asked, sitting down while at the same time, a servant came in ready to bring them whatever they asked for.
"Oh, I want a blackberry juice," Emma said, smiling.
"Then I want mango," Alice said.
"I want grape," Ivy said.
Damian just smiled amusedly since the guests were supposed to be the ones ordering.
"Do you have mead?" Hela asked.
"Yes, we have," Damian said, nodding.
"I want that," Hela said with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.
"Oh, I want that too; it's been so long since I tasted mead. You should try it; it has a quite interesting flavor," Circe said, looking at Wanda.
Wanda just shrugged, not really caring about what she would drink.
"Then three meads for us, please," Circe said with a smile.
"I want one too," said Amelia, curious about the drink.
The servant nodded before leaving to fetch what they had ordered.
"So, when are we going to talk business?" Hela asked after the servant had left.
"No rush, are you planning to leave today?" Damian asked, smiling.
"I would also like to know when you're going to teach me magic," Wanda said, looking at Damian. She wouldn't say it, but she was a bit dissatisfied with Hela's presence.
The relationship between the two had not been good from the moment they first saw each other.
"No rush; you've just arrived. Relax," Damian said, sighing.
"There are many tourist attractions and beautiful places. You can take a break; I promise nothing will happen to your places," Damian said.
"Alright," Wanda said after a few seconds of thought. She hadn't taken a good break since taking over Sokovia. It wouldn't hurt to relax a bit, although she wasn't sure if she could. Since she got off the plane, she has felt uncomfortable.
Plus, the looks from her brother and Circe almost bore a hole in her body; their eyes seemed to say they wanted a vacation.
Unlike Wanda, Hela frowned, not liking the idea.
"Come on, Mistress; think of it as a reconnaissance of the area. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to try to relax. Maybe your father will see you and his beard will fall off when he sees you looking so good," Amelia whispered in her mistress's ear.
"Fine," Hela said after her frown deepened as she listened to Amelia's words.
Amelia nodded with a smile, already knowing how to persuade her mistress. Usually, it was like talking to a wall, stubborn and cranky.
But her mistress was not someone devoid of desires; it's just that her mind unconsciously rejects those things in pursuit of her goals.
It just takes breaking that mindset a bit, and her mistress tends to relax more.
The easiest way to persuade her mistress is something that would displease Odin, like in this case, reminding her that her happiness would annoy Odin, making her see it from another perspective and accept to go.
Damian shook his head at the interaction between Amelia and Hela.
"So, anything you want to do first?" Damian asked, smiling at the whole group.
....
While Damian took care of the visitors.
The rest of the women in the family were in Damian's tower.
"You said we would see something interesting," Sophia said, looking at Carol, who was sitting in Damian's chair in front of the desk.
A large computer was on the desk, and Carol bit her thumb in frustration as she looked at the screen.
"I could have stayed downstairs with the girls to greet them," Sophia said, shaking her head, not knowing why she got dragged into this.
"Yes, I could have met my dear sister-in-law," Jane said, nodding, hoping to get along with her. They had something important in common: their annoyance with Odin.
Suddenly, Carol's eyes lit up before typing quickly.
The screen showed a green light before logging in.
"I have the keys to the kingdom," Carol said, smiling wickedly.
"That's why Dad didn't tell you the password," Monica said, shaking her head.
"Now, let's spy on what's happening," Carol said, paying no attention to Monica and easily accessing the system.
The big screen quickly showed what was happening around Damian, the girls, and the visitors.
"Is that Hela? I really expected something else," Jane said with surprise as she looked at Hela, who had a rather dark appearance.
The image of a blonde, friendly, and warm woman suddenly shattered into pieces.
"Oh, they're moving," Carol said, interrupting everyone, as she saw Damian starting to guide them out of the palace.
"Well, then why did you bring all of us here?" Ophelia asked, unable to wait any longer; she had things to do unlike most of them.
"Of course, it's to spy on him and see if he's after any of those two women," Carol said, looking at Ophelia.
"What if he's after all of them?" Natasha asked, teasing Carol.
Carol's eyes widened in surprise as if she hadn't considered that possibility.
"Well, you can go on without me," Sophia said, smiling slightly as she shook her head and left Damian's office.
She didn't really have much interest in the matter; she knew her son was a womanizer, but not to that extent.
Ophelia approached the screen and rested her forearm on Carol's shoulder as she leaned slightly to get a closer look at the screen.
"Well, all four women are attractive, and that girl has pink hair; that color isn't in Damian's collection yet," Ophelia said, laughing lightly as she joked.
"Let's not talk about the redhead," Ophelia said, looking at Natasha with a smile.
"Hela is also an interesting character; her stubborn and arrogant character will surely give Damian some kind of challenge. After all, we fell incredibly easy," Ophelia said.
"Hey, you don't have to say it like that," Carol said, pursing her lips.
"As for the other woman, her character isn't interesting enough," Ophelia said, laughing lightly.
"Alright, here's the summary, can we go now?" Ophelia said, rolling her eyes.
"You're taking the fun out of life," Carol said, looking at Ophelia.
"How about you, Nat? Ready to not be the only redhead?" Ana asked, playfully.
"Ready to not be the only raven-haired?" Natasha replied with a laugh.
"Their conversation is wrong in so many ways," Jane said, shaking her head. She had a more traditional personality, and if she were honest, she would never let Thor have another wife.
"Let them be, Jane; our family lost its moral compass," Monica said, shaking her head with a sigh of regret.
"Petty mortals... don't understand the thoughts of superior beings," Carol said, letting out a sad sigh.
"You!" Jane said, annoyed, before jumping on Carol and starting to tickle her.
For fear of hurting her, Carol didn't dare to react forcefully, so she could only grit her teeth while she twisted slightly, enduring her laughter.
Twisting around ended up falling to the floor with Jane on top of her, who showed no mercy; her fingers moved quickly across Carol's abdomen.
"Alright, stop it, or she'll have an accident from laughing too much," Ana said, laughing softly as she pulled Jane off Carol.
Carol laughed a bit on the floor before getting up and wiping away an unshed tear.
"Let's go," Jane said, mockingly looking at Carol before taking Monica's hand and leaving the place.
"The older you get, the more immature you become," Ana said, looking at Carol with a slight smile.
"Maturing is for fruits," Carol said, pouting before turning her attention back to Damian.