❝ you say you're just as in
the dark as i am. but you're
not. you know what's really
going on here, don't you?
all this pain; all this suffering,
it's all yours. we're not really
here ━ to you, maybe we are
━ but this isn't our reality.
take...
❛ so sorry lover. forgive me father. i love you mother. ❜
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nine. PREVIOUSLY ON
"Ah, Wanda. The rebellious years. Quick question, your reaction to the bombing of your civilian apartment building and the murder of your parents was to join an anti-freedom terrorist orginazation?"
"We wanted to change the world." Wanda said as she walked closer towards the nightmare.
Agatha deeply chucked from behind her. "Don't be scared. You already lived it once." She teased.
A younger and more scared Wanda came through an opening door. Her hair nappy and greasy. Clothes dirty and unwashed.
It was like looking at a whole different person.
"For our notes, Miss Maximoff, can you please state your name and confirm your status?" The man said from behind the glass.
"Wanda Maximoff. Volunteer."
She watched as the men talked─more like argued, and wondered if she was doing the right thing.
But her thoughts were shut out by the man from behind the glass speaking up again.
"Touch the sample." He said.
Wanda hesitated for a moment, but slowly began to walk towards the blue stone and the scepter.
"S-So I just─"
She was interrupted by the scepter shaking and the stone coming out. It flew towards her and stopped right in front of her face. Blue mist surrounding her vision.
She looked at it for a while before bringing her hand up to touch it.
The stone suddenly exploded and revelded a yellow one that blew out a gust of wind and shook Wanda back.
It showed her an image of a woman that seemed to be reaching some sort of power. The next image showed her a young girl with a different outfit on, but still seeking for the same power.
The images got shoved away as Wanda fell to the ground in an unconscious state. Right next to her laid a small child who couldn't be older than one or two years.
