CHAPTER 6

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CHAPTER 6:
Memory.
Wanda




"My mom didn't like me to drink coffee," Raven mumbled as she grabbed the sugar container and started dumping it into her black coffee.

"Sweet tooth, huh?" Dick chuckled.

"Rachel, has anything like. . .like what happened, ever happened before?" Dick asked her.

From her reaction, I wouldn't think so.

"No. Not like that. I didn't mean to kill that guy."

"How did you kill that guy?" Dick emphasized, but it was obvious that she felt uncomfortable with the knowledge that she was capable of murder.

"We're gonna go see some old friends of mine. They're safe. They'll give us a place to lie low for a second, get our heads together, figure out what to do next," Dick explained.

"You're scared, I get it. But sometimes there's no time to be scared."

"Hey?" She looked at him, "no one's gonna get you. Okay? I promise."

"We promise," I insisted, and Dick looked at me.

"I'm in with you now, and I don't exactly have the best record to be on my own. Besides, Rachel will need to learn how to control her powers," I expressed.

"Can you do that?" She asked quietly.

"I'll try my best," I held my hands in hers.

"Wanda, you can't promise-"

"But I can," I cut him off, "I have powers, and if they can be used to protect her and prevent anymore accidents from happening, then I will use them to the best of my abilities."


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"How long have you known Dick?"

I chuckled, "I think you already know the answer to that."

"You knew I-?"

"Being an ex-Avenger and a telepath, I can tell when someone's in my mind. And don't worry, it's not like anything exciting was up there," I smiled.

"You had a robot boyfriend. That's pretty exciting," Rachel shrugged, and the thought of seeing Rachel call Vision that brought a soft smile to my face.

"Vision. . .he's a good man."

"Then why didn't you tell him you were leaving?" She caught me off guard.

A lot of reasons.

"As good as he is, he can be too good. I know he would have convinced me to stay, and I couldn't be miserable anymore," I couldn't believe I was telling a child all of this, but I'm sure Dick wouldn't understand and he's taking care of us as it is.

"Can you. . .can you read my mind? To see what I am?" Rachel asked, her tone nervous as she twiddled with her fingers.

"Mom would never tell me, and everytime I tried to talk to her, she just wanted to pray. She never listened to me; then again, she wasn't even my real mom," Rachel expressed, and I sympathized with her.

It felt like a little me was infront of me right now, telling me that what was done to me wasn't fair and right.

And that I have a chance to fix it.

With her.

I grabbed her hands and closed my eyes, hyperfocusing on the tiniest detail to find in her memories. I kept seeing crosses, and I felt how she felt: neglected. But as I was searching through her mind, she looked through mine and pulled out a memory from only a few hours after Pietro and I were born.

A memory locked away.

By my mother - my birth mother.

"Mama loves you. . .so much. . .my Wanda, my Pietro. . .please live. For me."










































































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