Marvel : I'm in Westview Town-Chapter 36 - : MoonKnight, Mark Spector!

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Berlin, Germany.

Once a city overshadowed by war and tyranny, Berlin had transformed into one of the world's leading economic and cultural hubs. The Berlin Film Festival stood among the most prestigious in the world, an award countless filmmakers dreamed of winning.

Late at night, after Finn and Wanda arrived at the hotel arranged by S.H.I.E.L.D., exhaustion overtook them. The ordeal with the Fire Elementals had drained Wanda, and the moment she lay down, she drifted into deep sleep.

A peaceful night.

But peace never lasted long.

Morning Disruptions

"Slacker, wake up!"

A blinding light flooded Wanda's eyes, rousing her from her sleep.

She groaned, pulling the covers over her head, cocooning herself in warmth. "Don't bother me... Just let me sleep a little longer..." she mumbled, voice groggy with exhaustion.

"But it's already eight o'clock," Finn stated, perched on the edge of the bed, looking down at the reluctant witch.

"I usually get up at nine," Wanda complained, peeking out with a frown.

Unlike Finn, who had an almost military-like routine, waking up at 6:30 every morning, Wanda cherished her sleep.

" Witch, you can't waste your best years in bed," Finn teased, pinching her cheek playfully. "The great Leonardo da Vinci only slept four hours a day."

Wanda pouted, her skin warm under his touch. "Then I choose to be a lazy fish," she retorted, rolling away, attempting to fall back asleep.

But she had already lost the battle. Once awake, there was no going back. With a reluctant sigh, she dragged herself out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom to wash her face.

Finn leaned against the doorway, watching her with an amused smirk. "That face... what's with that expression?"

"Don't call me 'witch' right now," Wanda grumbled. "You just stole an hour of my sleep."

"You should aim to be a hardworking witch," Finn said seriously. "You've got incredible power—don't waste it."

Wanda rolled her eyes. "You say that every time."

And he meant it. Wanda's magical potential far surpassed even Doctor Strange's, largely thanks to Chaos Magic. With minimal effort, she had already located the Darkhold.

That reminded him—Agatha Harkness.

Finn cursed internally. He had completely forgotten about her. That old witch was still in Westview, likely keeping a wary eye on Wanda. She suspected something about Finn, and if she dug too deep, it could spell trouble.

After this trip, they needed to deal with her. And while they were at it, the Darkhold would be theirs.

They had a world to prepare for.

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"Wanda," Finn called, lost in thought.

She was already dressed in a striking scarlet trench coat, waving a hand in front of his face. "You spaced out. The museum's about to open—let's go."

Last night, they had spotted an exhibition featuring ancient Egyptian artifacts, and curiosity had won out. Even if it wasn't Germany's main attraction, the remnants of Egypt's lost history always carried an air of mystery.

Besides, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s scheduled meeting with Nick Fury wasn't happening just yet.

And as for Mysterio's spectacle in London? That was still uncertain. Finn's presence had already caused ripples—Quentin Beck getting his hands on Tony Stark's E.D.I.T.H. glasses was now an unknown variable.

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Without those, he was just another illusionist with drones—not the world-ending force he had wanted to be.

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Encounter at the Museum

Weekdays meant fewer visitors, and the museum halls were eerily quiet.

Finn and Wanda followed a small tour group as a guide stopped in front of a large mural.

"As early as ancient times, civilizations depicted their gods in murals, believing they held divine power..."

Wanda yawned. "I think we came to the wrong place," she muttered.

Finn chuckled, noting several other tourists stifling yawns. "Doesn't look like business is booming. Guess young people just aren't interested in history anymore."

"Can't blame them. It's all about the internet now," Wanda said.

"Same thing with sports," Finn added. "The president of Real Madrid once said that fewer young people play football these days. They'd rather stay indoors, play video games, or watch e-sports."

Some things faded with time, replaced by new trends.

"Finn, let's go somewhere else," Wanda tugged on his sleeve.

"Wait—look at that," Finn pointed.

In the distance stood a towering statue of an armored figure clutching a crescent-shaped blade. A long-beaked helmet adorned its head, and its empty eyes seemed to pierce into the void.

Wanda frowned. "What's wrong?"

The tour guide took notice and smiled. "Ah, sir, that is the statue of Khonshu, the Egyptian god of the moon. The museum crafted it using historical records and mural depictions."

Finn stiffened.

Khonshu.

His mind immediately connected the dots. Moon Knight.

He had a strange feeling—one he had learned never to ignore. Something was about to happen.

"He's a tragic figure," a voice murmured from beside him.

Finn turned sharply. A hooded man stood there, hands shoved in his pockets, gaze fixed on the statue.

Finn's eyes widened. "Mark?"

The man tensed. "You know me?"

Finn smirked, pointing to the tourist pass clipped to his jacket. "Your name tag ."

Mark Spector's posture relaxed. "That's weird," he muttered before turning on his heel and walking deeper into the museum.

Wanda raised an eyebrow. "You know him?"

Finn watched him disappear down the corridor, eyes narrowing. "Not personally."

But he knew exactly who Mark Spector was.

The Moon Knight.

The hand of Khonshu.

It seemed like every major Marvel player was falling into his path—Wanda, Peter Parker, and now Moon Knight.

Mark's hostility earlier suggested he was in the middle of something. A mercenary job? Something related to Khonshu?

Not Finn's problem. He had no interest in the affairs of the Moon God.

He would rather enjoy his time with Wanda.

"Come on," Wanda pressed. "This place is boring."

Finn let her drag him away.

What neither of them noticed was that the statue of Khonshu shifted ever so slightly, its hollow eyes following their retreating figures.

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Under the Brandenburg Gate

A grand arch towered over the east side of the boulevard, its neoclassical structure standing proudly against the modern skyline. Tourists gathered beneath it, cameras flashing.

The Brandenburg Gate.

"My God," Wanda murmured, taking it all in. "It's even grander in person."

"Wilhelm II probably never imagined it would last into the 21st century," Finn mused.

He lifted his camera. "Stay still, I'm taking a picture."

Click.

The moment the shutter snapped, a familiar voice called from behind them.

"Finn? Wanda? I didn't expect to run into you here!"

Finn turned sharply, his expression shifting.

Agatha Harkness.

The old witch stood there, smiling.

And just like that, their trip took an unexpected turn.

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