"I Used To Think Of Myself One Way, But After This, I Am Something Else. And Still Me, I Think."
"The first step towards change is awareness. The second step is acceptance."
After everything Wanda Maximoff has gone through she truly thought that he...
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3rd person POV
Wanda Maximoff has never been one for surprises, so when she wakes up in a strange large room all her senses are put into high alert.
She slowly stands and starts to take in her surroundings. The room is very large and circular in shape from what she could make of it.
Widows and portraits line the walls from top to bottom giving it a cluttered, yet surprisingly open feel.
As she gets further into the room, she gets more stealthy with her movements being almost silent on her feet.
In times like these she is grateful for all the training and lessons Natasha has taught her throughout the years.
She quickly hid around one of the corners when she heard footsteps coming from the steps in the back of the room. Slowly growing closer second by second.
Taking a deep breath, preparing herself to fight her captor if necessary. She waits for the primal opportunity to reveal herself to the person walking so peacefully behind her.
"Your sneaking techniques may work elsewhere but they will not work here." A voice boomed breaking the quietness of the large room.
Wanda stood frozen as her eyes and hands glowed bright scarlet in fear. How did he know I was standing here, thought Wanda as she tried to calm her breathing.
"Do not worry, I will not hurt you. You may come out." The same voice echoed through her head for the second time breaking her from her train of thought.
Cautiously Wanda makes her way out of the corner she was hiding in, still using her magic staying on high alert from the mysterious man.
Making her way to the middle of the room, making sure her back is never facing one way for too long. Arms still out focusing her magic between her palms, never letting it waver.
If being an avengers has taught her one thing it's that you never lower your guard, no matter what.
Finally getting to center of the room, the person she was meet with was not what she was expecting.
He was very old, ancient almost. He had shoulder length grayish/white hair, accompanied with an even longer beard. The outfit he wore was almost medieval like, with the layers of different light lilac robes and chains and rings to accompany it.
He looked at her with caution in his eyes and started to speak again "I know you must be scared, you been through a lot."
