𝗘𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 [𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗙𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁]

Three

I thought maybe we would kiss tonight

She sits, drinking her coffee.

It's not the best, but it's good.

She doesn't know why she's undercover-maybe to see if Loki is here or something, but she just needs to gather information.

"Wanda, what do you see?" Steve asks.

"Nothing. Only small beat cops. There's a truck. It's not moving well. Slow." She replies. "No sign of Loki."

That's when it happens-proving her statement wrong.

A blast of magic.

It hits her, sending her back, ramming her into a truck that behind her.

She hisses in pain, and Steve's voice fills her mind.

"Wanda? Wanda?! Wanda! Wanda, can you hear me?" He yells through hear earpiece.

She grunts. "I'm here. I'm alive. Don't worry. Loki's here, though."

"I'll be right there." Another voice cuts in, which she recognizes to be Peter Parker, SpiderMan.

"No. I know all of his tricks." She says, and then looks up, before her connection goes out. "Steve? Peter? Tony? Nat? Bucky? Anyone?"

She tries to move, but she's blocked.

"Loki." She growls, looking up at the God that grips her wrists tightly.

"Wanda." He replies with a smile. "No hard feelings. But I don't know who you are, incase you wanted to know."

"You do!" She hisses rudely. "You know! You lying God! You know who I am, Loki! You're a liar!"

"I lie, but only when I have to." He replies with anger in his voice. "You know that. Don't deny it."

"You never were there. It was all an illusion." She seethes with boiling anger, glaring at him.

"Not all, my dear. But enough of it was. You were fooled."

"Yeah." She laughs. "You were as well."

And then she disappears.

He stares in confusion, before his hands are binded together in red.

"It's nothing personal, honestly." She states, walking around him. "But here we are. Steve, I've got him."

He felt something go through his body as he tried to get free.

"What are you?" He asks.

"Don't you know? You should." He shakes his head and she scoffs. "That's a lie. You've lied about almost everything. Now tell me the truth."

She walks closer to him, her eyes slightly glowing red.

"Tell me. What am I? A witch? A mutant? A sorceress? An illusion?"

She stands there, holding her ground, staring fiercely into his eyes, as she feels the warmth of explosions come off the back off her jacket.

The God won't answer her, and she's grown frustrated, and sighs.

"Steve." She states. "Where are you?"!

"I'm close, Wanda."

She nods, hearing the music in the background.

She can define it as Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood.

"Oh, she knows what I think about" The radio sings in the background as she looks at the tall God.