Starting Over

Knowlege is Power

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, enthraller of WestView and Harbinger of Chaos Magic. That's what came into people minds when they heard the name Wanda. After she left, Hayward made a statement to the public and press. With Agent Rambo off with the Skrulls doing god knows what, it was easy to erase Agent Woo from the picture. Hayward had him sent to jail for 'classified' reasons. No one questioned it. Hayward remained head of S.W.O.R.D. And got everything he wanted, almost.

"Wanda Maximoff is quite possibly the most dangerous of the enhanced. She stole the Visions corpse and took the entire town of WestView hostage to play out some sick fantasy materialized by her grief."

Hayward cleared his throat and continued.

"Super Hero's don't hurt people. The Scarlet Witch was nowhere to be seen when we took down the illusion, she's out there somewhere, but don't worry, we will find her."

Hayward spoke those last words looking directly into the camera.

Peter Parker, the newly framed and villainized Spider-Man was watching the live statement as he quickly and anxiously packed his bags, his aunt May stood by the door frame holding back tears.

"Remember to call me at least once a week, use a dummy phone so you won't get caught." She said through tears.

"And don't forget your suit-". May stopped herself and looked down, knowing that the spider-suit was probably the last thing Peter wanted to hear about right now.

Peter understood, he knew his aunt was hurting just as much as he was. "I'll remember to call you, I promise, okay?" He walked around the bed towards May and pulled his aunt in for a tight hug.

"Are you sure you can't tell me where you're going?" May asked, her chin digging into Peters shoulder, he didn't mind. "I'm sure, I don't want to put you or anyone in danger, not even MJ knows..." another tear slipped down the boys face. The thought of possibly never getting to see her again hurt, but it was necessary.

After one more long and very difficult goodbye, Parker was finally coming down the steps of his apartment building, he had a black hoodie on with the hood up, dark jeans and a pair of timberlands on, doing his best to blend in. He had but one suitcase with all the necessities.

As he walked through the lobby he turned his head from the receptionist but it was too late. The woman's eyes widened as she recognized him, she immediately reached for the phone but before she could dial, a hand grabbed onto her wrist.

In a blink of an eye and a few punches and 'outches' later the woman was on the ground unconscious. Peter tilted his head in shock, he had no idea what was going on. Then suddenly, a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him to a corner where they couldn't be seen by cameras or people.

"I swear! I didn't execute-" Peters shouts were muffled by the figures hand, he tried to break loose but failed, so he just continued to try to scream.

"Jesus kid will you be quiet!" The figure whispered angrily, the voice was familiar, it belonged to a woman, Peter concluded.

The figure pulled her hood down and revealed herself, Peter looked at her in shock.

"Ms...Belova?"