MAXIMOFF ° TITANS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1:
For the best?
Wanda

I almost smiled when I looked in the dollar store bathroom mirror. I had force grown out my real hair, my natural red hair that I constantly dyed dark brown after that day. I never liked it on myself, but my mother always said it was beautiful and that I should consider myself lucky for it.

"Hey!" I flinched when someone banged on the door, "you almost done in there?!"

"Yes!"

"Hurry it up!" And I waited for his footsteps, walking away impatiently as I gathered myself for another night in a Women's Homeless Shelter.

I hadn't taken out any of my money from the bank or any ATMs' because I knew it would send an alert to Stark as to where I was. I couldn't even go to a hotel for the night that guaranteed my safety, unless I payed over four hundred and that's if they didn't recognize me.

Don't be afraid.

That's what they want.

I combed through the aisles, grabbing necessities and things I just needed with the money I was able to get from an ATM in New York.

"My child, are you lost?" I glanced at this man with a priest collar, that notable white giving me comfort.

"Do you know of any shelters around?" I asked, but noted that no matter the outfit or the persona I see on the outside, I still need to keep up my guard.

Why is a priest in a dollar store?

"How did you come to lose your home?" His hand grabbed my shoulder and I saw why he was here. Many homeless come to this place when they have what little they can get, and he lures them out to the shelter in promise of food and a good night's sleep. In reality, if they want to stay, they have to let him do whatever he wants.

"I never liked your kind," I interrupted his speech he tried giving me, jerking away from his touch.

"Excuse me?"

"I was never much of a religious person. If God does exist, why does he let monsters like you preach his name?" I rushed past him and to the cashier, quickly paying for my items but he followed me out to the parking lot.

"Please, child, I will pray for you. We can pray together!"

"Pray for yourself. I don't need it," I spat, but the second his once kind hands turned into one's of violence, I spun around and blasted him right into a car.

His body collided with it quickly with my powers, denting the side and the alarm blaring.

Shit.

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After Vision, I never liked using my mental abilities anymore. He didn't have a mind I could influence, and he showed me how wrong it was to invade someone's soul and show them nightmares that could drive them mad.

But this time, it was different.

This time, I wasn't Wanda Maximoff anymore.

"Ma'am! Stand down!" Red lights decorated my body, snipers at the ready, along with regular hand guns.

They tracked me to my hotel room, getting a call from the front desk that they recognized me from the news.

"Or what?" My hand glowed with its red warmth, immediately invading and breaking any walls they had built up.

And aiming their snipers at eachother.

"Tell the Avengers that I'm not property. I'm walking away tonight, or else more than one family will be mourning tonight."

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Hope you all enjoyed! Dick remembers the night he spent with Wanda because it's the one good thing that happened before his parents died, just two kids being happy before tragedy.