The Scarlet Witch

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"My problem," Turning to face him, pressing her lips to a tight line as she looked him over carefully. "Is people getting in my way."

Closing the door to the manor, she had engulfed them in a world of her own making. A limbo of possibilities waiting to be bought with heartbreaking prices.

She could already feel the faintest of caresses against her mind, like a moth against a window pane. Whoever had been trying to worm their way in already knew what was happening, but they couldn't reach her here.

This was her territory, her own realm carved out within the seams of their world. At most, they could only stare at the thick red scar in her assigned room. The greatest minds in the world would unite multiple times to make sense of it, but chaos did not rely on rules or order, it's limitation seemed to be her imagination only.

"What was it you wanted to talk about?"

There seemed to be no limitation on what she could do. What she could create. The possibilities were endless.

That was not what he had asked her to bring them there to discuss however and he would remain on task and in the present, despite nearly being transported backwards into the past.

“I believe it was you who seemed like they had things they wished to discuss. We can do so here freely and safely.

Unless you would prefer to pop some corn and shelter away in the den with the children to watch some cartoons.

"Where to start..."

Exhaling hard, her cheeks puffing from the action as she moved to adjust the small wooden miniatures in the crooked doll house. Balancing the father figurine on the seat in the dining room once more.

Despite her back to him, she could catch glimpses of his face in the speckled mirror on her wall, careful to keep an eye for any hint of discomfort or regret.

"How long have you known?"

A simple question, yet the answer was one she worried about. Had he always known and bid his time well? Waiting for his biological weapon to develop to full destruction mode. Perhaps he found out this morning and rushed in haste without any thought for what next? Not fully realising the burden knowing her can be.

"I'm curious as to how you even found out? How reliable is the source?"

The last part felt stupid voicing. Had Pietro and her not been twins, had it not felt like an older Pietro was sitting on her bed talking to her now, she would have a harder time trusting it.

Shaking her head, her thoughts crashing into each other with a pace she couldn't keep up with.

He had not spent weeks trying to locate the highly secure government facility, risked his own life and safety to recover her and brought her to the one person he would have rather avoided for a few more years, to dance around facts and hide from reality.

An ironic thought, considering that they were sitting in a version of Wanda’s own childhood bedroom created and sustained by nothing but her mind.

“A while.”

After a few seconds of silence, he realized his answer was much too vague and lacked any kind of conviction or detail. He would need to give her a little more than simply the truth.

“I found out when I went looking for your mother. The midwife who birthed you was very forthcoming. Which is likely only because by the time I made it there, you were already gone.

I did not even know she was pregnant. Though I cannot say with confidence that the knowledge would have changed anything.”

The truth wasn’t always pretty.

“It was not my place to intervene. You had your own life. Your own goals. Ones that did not exactly align with mine. If I had shown up at Stark Tower to talk, you know exactly what would have happened.

We have never been great friends. Mister Stark and myself.

It seems as though he wasn’t really one of yours either.

At the mention of that word alone, her eyes would widen for a fraction. Easily missed with how she distracted herself once more with the doll house, straightening the kitchen as though preparing it for her younger self returning from school. The reality that this room and everything within it would fold away from existence once they stepped out from it was lost entirely to her.

"That is a while..."

She couldn't help the heavy feeling in her heart. The complexity of life was something she suffered too much to throw judgement or accusation to others. She too hold guilt for not voicing her suspicious sooner.

"Stark is a narcissist." The name itself bitter on her tongue as she frowns. "He finds smoke and smoulders and does nothing about it till it's a wildfire and he has an audience. He would do anything for the title hero."

Fotgetting the anger of such a name being mentioned in her room of all places, she focuses on the memory of seeing Erik and her brother standing side by side for the first time. Like a mirror into the future. Even their temperament matched, an unmovable object creating an unstoppable force, they could turn the world to sand if they stopped trying to wear the other down.

"Anyone would think you were his twin. I knew- I think, for sometime."

A pause as she stepped away from the small house, satisfied in its image before she take a seat on her old bed, her hand reaching for a favoured soft toy, the fabirc worn out from years of love.

Agatha had the feeling that wanda would show up again. It was just a matter of when and where.Despite it being a few years since the two of them had any form of interaction, Agatha had that familiar feeling. The familiar feeling that Wanda had finally made her return. There was also the feeling of her only coming back because she needed something.

"It would have been nice to be notified that you were going to end up on my front door after all these years."

Pointing her finger towards Agatha in a silent warning, she would take a step forward.

"They are real. You know they are. They weren't like the others. They had their own minds, their own thoughts, their own autonomy. I won't stand here and listen to you lie another second."

Her eyes would flash that deep red without her even realising. A window to the wildfire within.

The rage she felt as she looked to Agatha was something that concerned her. That turmoil boiling within, the same kind she knew was detrimental once released.

"That's not going to happen."

Placing her hands on his shoulders to ground him, she tried to appear collected, certain, despite her own worries within. How was she going to sneak him out? How would she get past the agents? And how would she do so peacefully?

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"My problem," Turning to face him, pressing her lips to a tight line as she looked him over carefully. "Is people getting in my way."

Closing the door to the manor, she had engulfed them in a world of her own making. A limbo of possibilities waiting to be bought with heartbreaking prices.

She could already feel the faintest of caresses against her mind, like a moth against a window pane. Whoever had been trying to worm their way in already knew what was happening, but they couldn't reach her here.

This was her territory, her own realm carved out within the seams of their world. At most, they could only stare at the thick red scar in her assigned room. The greatest minds in the world would unite multiple times to make sense of it, but chaos did not rely on rules or order, it's limitation seemed to be her imagination only.

"What was it you wanted to talk about?"

There seemed to be no limitation on what she could do. What she could create. The possibilities were endless.

That was not what he had asked her to bring them there to discuss however and he would remain on task and in the present, despite nearly being transported backwards into the past.

“I believe it was you who seemed like they had things they wished to discuss. We can do so here freely and safely.

Unless you would prefer to pop some corn and shelter away in the den with the children to watch some cartoons.

"Where to start..."

Exhaling hard, her cheeks puffing from the action as she moved to adjust the small wooden miniatures in the crooked doll house. Balancing the father figurine on the seat in the dining room once more.

Despite her back to him, she could catch glimpses of his face in the speckled mirror on her wall, careful to keep an eye for any hint of discomfort or regret.

"How long have you known?"

A simple question, yet the answer was one she worried about. Had he always known and bid his time well? Waiting for his biological weapon to develop to full destruction mode. Perhaps he found out this morning and rushed in haste without any thought for what next? Not fully realising the burden knowing her can be.

"I'm curious as to how you even found out? How reliable is the source?"

The last part felt stupid voicing. Had Pietro and her not been twins, had it not felt like an older Pietro was sitting on her bed talking to her now, she would have a harder time trusting it.

Shaking her head, her thoughts crashing into each other with a pace she couldn't keep up with.