MAXIMOFF ° TITANS

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3:
Strange things.
Wanda

"I'm surprised you haven't turned me in," For the first time in years, I felt relaxed. Dick Grayson, the boy from the Circus, wasn't as prejudiced against me as many others were.

"People are too quick to judge, and it's not fair that Captain America gets to walk the streets freely while you have to be kept from the world," Dick stated the truth, but I only kept making excuses.

"I did hurt a lot of people, so I understand why they're frightened of me," I said as we walked through a park, my hand coming up and I watched as my power danced in the palm of my hand.

Only the smallest fraction of what I could do.

"Why aren't you?" I asked, curious as to why he only treated me as an old friend and not a girl he only met once before.

"Scared of you?" I nodded.

"Because you're the girl from Sokovia, the girl I bumped into and spilled all her popcorn and the only thing that she did was try and stop me from buying her more. She wasn't a weapon, she wasn't an angry powerhouse. She was just Wanda Maximoff," I gave a sympathetic smile.

"If only the world was as kind as you, Grayson," I chuckled, twiddling with my fingers. I wished I could say he was the same boy I met, but clearly, things are different now.

For both of us.

"But, it does not take a telepath to know that you are different too," He immediately became tense, not able to reveal his past to me - to anyone.

What happened to you?

And as tempted as I was to go inside his mind, I knew that I would be pushing my luck with someone who might be able to help me.

And that Vision would frown upon me for it.

"Someone killed my parents. . .they cut the rope that they used for our act, and there was no net that night. I was adopted not long after, and I've been living here ever since," Dick summed up the most important parts of his life, not wanting to go into the details of the most heart wrenching parts that he still hasn't fully recovered from.

"I'm so sorry, but atleast I can understand your pain."

"How?" His voice came out harsh, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"It's fine, you were young so you probably didn't see it, or your adoptive patents probably didn't want you to. We were settling in, my parents and my brother, and about to watch TV, but then a bomb shell hit the house. My parents were dead immediately, but we both ran under the bed. The next bomb was defected, but we didn't know that. That sparked my hatred for Stark."

"Because he was selling weapons," He realized.

"Bombs too. God, what a dick," I chuckled at his comment.

"It's not as glamorous as they paint it out to be, huh?"

"You get to be an American, but you can never be a person," I shrugged.

"I. . .Wanda, do you have anywhere to stay?" He asked.

"It's fine, I'm staying at a hotel."

But not exactly a safe one.

"I have friends, they're good people and they'd be willing to help you."

"Oh, no, Dick, I couldn't possibly-" I immediately interjected, not wishing for anyone else to be put I harms way for me.

"Do you trust me?" My heart almost stopped at that question. The boy, now a man, that I've just met after over ten years and have spillt out most of my life story to, wants me to put my trust in him.

And so, I said, "Yes."

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Hope you've enjoyed! This will cross into X-Men territory, so we will definitely be seeing a father-daughter meet at one point.