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𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 - had she really done that? momentary lapses of judgement had led to her being unable to control her abilities. one moment a hand was wrapping around her wrist, the next a body was flown - no, flung - across the block. her gaze died down from its reddish hue back to it’s birthed hazel as he she turned to look at the man questioning her. “no - ” she shook her head, barely able to recognize her own voice. “no, i hurt them. they grabbed me and i threw them.” she looked at him, but wasn’t seeing him.  a part of her wanted to retreat back into the comforts of her own mind. “i shouldn’t be here.”

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. so when the young woman denied the offer, the witch gave her a smile before nodding. “the offer will still stand, i do not need it and this city is very cold in the night time.” she gave a softened laugh as she looked up and over at the clouded sky. “i am wanda, new to the city you could say - i am more used to new york,” she turned to look at her, “are you from gotham?”

Dinah knew what it was like to be plaster all over the papers whether it be good or bad. But the women before he had seen plenty of nasty reviews when it came to the Scarlett Witch, of course, Black Canary was never one to judge people just by rags. “Not a whole lot out there is good when it comes to masked heroes even those who don’t wear masks” She joked before looking at her “I don’t mind at all Dinah Lance at your service, Wanda was your name right?”

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 before she quickly covered it up into an eased smile. something she had practiced along the way into becoming an avenger. “you are right, i have done things i am not proud of - and those things are unfortunately the main part of my narrative. i hope to one day fix that and change that of what i do for good.” she admittedly had a shot of redemption in gotham - despite knowing how very wrong her powers could go. “very pretty name, dinah. and yes, wanda maximoff, some call me the scarlet witch - but i am fine with just wanda.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑. 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍. not yet, at least. instead, she eased her expression from a confused demeanor to that of a smile. “i’m sorry, i do not mean to alarm you. i am wanda maximoff, scarlet witch?” she asked, stepping back and giving a small bow in greeting. ”you just seem very familiar to me, could be the red hair.”

𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘. she admired natasha, looked up to her. a strong woman living in a world that mostly determined that men would get the recognition. wanda had moments where she envisioned if she were a child again, she would want to be like her. but fantasy was not always reality. a grim reminder and understanding of her own mind. “i suppose i was asking in case someone else was sitting next to you,” she finally said, albeit a bit late as she moved to sit next to the widow. “it is good to see you, i’ve missed when we all could be together - but like it is now, it always came with a problem.” she sighed, glancing around them. “and you? are you well?”

𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍. “yes, that is it!” she snapped her fingers as she pointed at him, excited that he’d been able to pin the point for her on who it was he resembled. “the hatter, you... you really seem to have come from the pages,” she dropped her hand to her side and held her smile. “when i was small, my mother would read to me the stories and adventures of alice. they were among my favorite.” she confessed, giving a small shrug. “it is nice to see that sometimes fantasy can become reality.” and though she would be one to know, as a reality bender herself, she was happy that others could be too.

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“People in this city aren’t really people anymore,” Pandora replied, taking her phone back with her ever-present frown on her face. The left side had a dent in it, but the woman was right. It wasn’t smashed. She thanked her lucky stars as she looked at the woman. She looked so familiar, but Pan couldn’t tell why. “I’m fine. I’m stronger than I look… Do I know you?” She asked, unable to help herself. 

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑. was this how people in gotham really felt about each other? it was... interesting. “that is... good to know,” she responded, her head tilting slightly as she released the phone back into the care of the other. some would have said that wanda herself was not a person. that she was a mutant. a witch. something to be considered as less. “i do not know, i am wanda maximoff - some know me as the scarlet witch, is that familiar to you?”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘, 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃. she knew the voice - the familiarity within the other woman. a small smile crept upon her lips as she turned from the counter to face the widow. “yes, are you?” she asked, gesturing towards the placements behind her. “it seems this is the safest place to set up residency within this city,” she gave a small shrug as she looked around. it was not the best - and certainly wasn’t the avenger’s compound, but it would do. “i am glad to see you, natasha.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒. she had heard of her? it was fascinating to know that the witch was notable enough to be heard of by anyone, let alone someone from an entirely different city she had never stepped near. parting her lips to speak, wanda glanced down and then offered a kind smile. “i would ask what is it that you’ve heard of me but i am afraid that it probably is nothing very good,” she stated, glancing back up at her. “i do wish i could say the same for you, would you mind if i ask about you?”

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊, 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 at the familiar voice spoken to her. “steve?” she whispered, setting the book down and not being able to stop the smile that quickly spread over her lips. “are you referring to the coffee shop? or the city?” she asked, leaning her elbow onto her chair as she used her other hand to wave for him to take a seat. “the answer is no to both - this maybe a chain, but i have not been to this location before and gotham? i find that i will try to avoid it next time on my travel plans.” she let out a small laugh. “you have heard the call for help too, i assume?”

"𝐈.. 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔." 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃, 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇. a slight pinkish hue crept upon her cheeks as she glanced down to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. she was not used to being complimented - only feared and eyed like she was some form of a freak. so to hear such a genuine compliment from a stranger was welcoming but overwhelming. “you are very beautiful yourself,” she responded, finally looking back up and meeting the other woman’s gaze. 

“i am wanda.“

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃, 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒. she wasn’t concerned over the spilt coffee that ran down the front of her dress. it was not the first time someone had bumped into her and it was certainly not going to be the last. the witch glanced up at the man, he was polite - insofar as actually apologizing for the issue at hand. from her arrival at gotham, wanda had taken a keen notice in... the absurdity of how different and dark this city was. she reasoned within her mind that he, her coffee spiller, was not from the city. “it is alright, these things, they happen. you are forgiven.” she brought a hand up, red swirling mist cast around her fingers as she pulled the particles of the coffee off of herself and back into the cup. “i would not drink that, allow me to buy you another?”