“What are you doing here?” The two looked behind them, just to see a sleepless Tony stand in the doorframe. He looks so tired, yet he had a smug smirk etched on his pale face, his hands buried deep on the pockets of his sweatpants. Peter’s brows furrowed, anger and disappointment plastered on his face as he saw the pain lingering on Tony’s eyes. “Helen, I specifically told you not to let anyone of them enter my property.” His gaze then landed on the teenager, his hair shorter and his sideburns fully grown. “Wha’tcha doing here kid?Aren’t you supposed to be at school?” Looking at his watch, Tony scoffed; “It’s eight in the morning,Is that how that witch raise you now?”

“She has a name Mr.Stark. It’s Wanda.” Peter said through gritted teeth,Disgust lingered onto Tony’s face, rolling his eyes as Peter repeated the witch’s name. “When will you ever stop blaming her Mr.Stark?Wanda’s nothing but nice, She doesn’t deserve to be blamed by others.Especially us, We’re her family Mr.Stark.We’re supposed to understand her, not blame her.”

“You know nothing.” All of their heads snapped, their gaze landing on the other end of the hall. “Tony, I didn’t know we were expecting any outsiders anymore.”

“I was actually surprised myself.” Tony’s brows rose mockingly, his arms folding onto his chest; gaining confidence as Natasha stood next to him. “Don’t mind him anymore, Nat. He’s just a kid, anyway.”Tony chuckled before taking the folders in Natasha’s grasp; finally moving the opposite way; away from the furious Peter and the disappointed doctor. “You may now go kid, you know the way, out right?”

“No one’s going away.” The four of them, quickly looking at the east side of the hall. There, stood Wanda. Her hair longer, yet drier- It didn’t have the shine that it usually possesses. The glow that her Sokovian features enjoys, was now absent. The bags under her eyes darker and lower along with this was her body built-She was thinner, petite even-That you can clearly see her clavicle as if it would pop out of her skin. “Why are you here Pete?” Wanda hissed, her furious gaze not leaving off Tony.

Tony mockingly gasped “Aren’t you such a delight?” rolling his eyes as he continues scanning the papers that Natasha handed “Aren’t you the one who volunteered to take care of this boy, yet know nothing of his whereabouts?” Wanda rolled her eyes, a red growing wisp floating at the back of her fingers-showing the annoyance and rage she feels.

“Don’t.” Peter whispered, back on his feet and his hands holding the witch’s soft ones-trying to comfort the irritation that was building up in her mind, afraid that she might physically hurt Tony, or worse-Natasha. “Remember? They’re just hurting. They don’t know what their saying Wanda.”

“Still a softie, I see.” Tony commented, munching on the blueberry he found behind the doctor’s pen holder. Peter closed his eyes, trying to tell Tony to fuck off, because Pietro’s not there and he doesn’t know how much he can contain the anger Wanda was feeling. It’s been five months since they all last saw each other, After your funeral-nothing was the same. When you were taken away from the team, they all felt broken and miserable, and when they found you yet learned that they were played with-they were all anguished, mad and furious. And now, they had legal documents. Validated ones that repeatedly declares your death. It was all over the news, everyone mourned, and the world was devastated, grief stricken and shattered. And because of this, the team continue to become distant to each other. Bucky and Sam bickered every day, and when Pietro would try to interfere-they would all fight. Wanda and Natasha became too competitive of each other. Competition to who’s better at holding grudges and much better at not talking to each other. Then there was Bruce, after the funeral- The guy turned to the big guy-hiding the pain and sorrow he was feeling-so his let out, was rage; and Natasha not being there was a bigger impact-He was back to being a monster to others-killing a couple of innocent lives just because of the overwhelming rage he felt. So T’Challa brought him back to Wakanda and kept him there, along with Doctor Strange who continued his work there. Thor and Clint did nothing but leave, the next thing morning after your funeral-the two gentlemen were gone. Loki never visited anymore nor Scott. Everyone left.

Then the two lads. Steve and Tony. After your funeral, Tony stayed in the infirmary because of alcohol intoxication. Steve would be found by Natasha and Peter, beaten up on the parking deck of the tower- unconscious. After a week, Wanda found a letter from Steve-bidding his farewell.

 It was chaos, madness-and as hell broke loose- Earth’s mightiest heroes continue to break apart. Fury was mad, the council and the state government visited the facility everyday, to talk to Tony or even Steve, or to anyone-But they would all be greeted by FRIDAY-Apologizing again and again. Fury was the one who received all the hate, rage and disappointment of everyone. Literally, everyone. Even the vice president of the country voiced his dissatisfaction regarding the issue. It was a no brainer that the Fury was angry, He was so infuriated of the team-But he couldn’t talk or consult to anyone,With Maria resigning- S.H.I.E.L.D was also lost to the madness that the world continue to bear them with.And as the world continue to suffer, so does the King in the other realm.

  “You’re starting to piss me off Victor.” Korvac hissed, madness evident on his pupils as his fist clenched one more time, beads of sweat forming on his forhehead as he continued rambling his anger towards the frustrated scientist. “That’s your thirty-fifth potion for the last four days and you still can’t get it right?!I thought you were some amazing genius who can do special potions even with your eyes closed!” Korvac continued, removing the vest from his chest as he loosens his thick longsleeve top. Rage building up in his body, forming heat as the nth potion- did nothing but bubble “You’re a failure!” And with this, the scientist looked up at him with anger in his eyes; ready to fight back- but before he can even do so, a loud rumble in the room beside them crashed-making the two of them look.

“’Kael?” A soft voice squeaked, as the door slightly opened-revealing a young lady with bloodshot eyes and pallor face. “What happened?” Her ebony hair tangled, exhaustion visible in her dark black eyes. “Is everything alright? Why is the specialist here?” She questioned, her accent thick and her voice hoarse. Korvac eyed her, his eyes dropping to her hand-dripping with blood. “Am I sick?” It was in an instant that she was sobbing, murmuring that the last thing she remembered was when she was screaming in pain and then everything was black. “My queen.” Korvac whispered, quickly embracing the young lady as she wept. “Please stop your worries, My Queen. I was so anxious and troubled about your condition that I called Victor to check on you.”

“Am I okay?Why?Is something wrong?’Kael. Is the angel in my womb alright?” The queen mumbled, quickly embracing her swollen abdomen, feeling for the life inside it. “Everything’s alright, my love. It just seems you were tired, yet again. I think this pregnancy is taking it’s toll on you-“

“I’m fine ‘Kael.” She interrupted, cutting him off. Not wanting any discussion anymore about the dangers of her pregnancy. “I’ll rest more.I’ll eat healthier and I’ll even take more dosage of the supplements the specialist prescribes me with. I’m fine.” Dismissing the topic, She smiled back at her husband- her eyes evident with exhaustion as she clung into her stomach. “Where’s Sequoia?” Before he can respond, a loud shriek was heard all over the palace, and soon- a little blonde boy was running fast towards his mother. “Mama!” He cried, his cheeks getting red as he sinffled. “I was worried about you mama!” “My love!” The queen jested, quickly scooping the little child in her arms as if she wasn’t complaining about her throbbing head a few minutes ago.

“My King.” Korvac’s smile soon vanished as Victor grabbed him by the arm, gesturing to follow him into his laboratory.

“What is it, you fool.” Victor grimaced at the harsh words, heaving a sigh as he handed the diety a small box that had a few tablets. “What are these?”

“Her medications. Stronger ones. As I’ve told you, It seems that as the queen grows older- Her powers get stronger, The only thing hindering her from knowing everything by now is the child inside her womb.As it demands for her strength, her mind and consciousness cannot fully grasp the idea of what we’re keeping away from her.That she’s a hostage, a victim of evilness-“ A loud gasp escaped his mouth as Korvac’s massive fist made contact with his abdomen.