Avengers imagines

Pietro's Sister

In which you figure out what's been going on with Wanda pt. 2 (Alternate Ending)

After all the crazy nonsense between Wanda and the town of Westview, I'd finally decided to confront her. I came into the kitchen to see her already there.

"I spoke with Norm," I started.

"Oh?"

"I unearthed the man's suppressed personality and I spoke to him free of your oversight."

Her eyes narrowed as she took in what I said. "He was in pain, Wanda."

"Y/n," she chuckled lightly. "Listen can we just..."

"What?" I asked, tired of the excuses. "Watch tv? Turn in for the night so that you can change everything over again? No, Wanda! You can't control me the way you do them."

Her head tilted sinisterly. "Can't I?"

I was shocked at her behavior. Who was this woman? This cruel woman that was okay with keeping other humans under her control. This couldn't be my Wanda.

"I'm going to bed." She said before trying to leave the kitchen.

"No! We're not done here!" I yelled. "What is the Maximoff anomaly?"

"The what?" She asked. I walked toward her slowly.

"I have to believe that this, whatever this is, was subconscious at first and that you only recently became aware of it."

"Aware of what?" She asked, trying once again to leave.

"Norm has a family, Wanda!" I yelled. I never wanted to yell at Wanda, but the way she was acting was almost psychotic. "He has a family, and he can't reach them because you won't let him reach them!"

She turned quickly. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Stop lying to me!" My anger got the best of me and I rose unconsciously.

"This, all of this is for us!" She rose as she spoke to me with coldest tone I'd ever heard from her. "So let me handle it."

"What is outside of Westview?"

"You don't wanna know, I promise you."

I became increasingly frustrated with her. "You don't get to make that choice for me, Wanda!"

She looked taken aback. "You've never talked to me like this before."

"Before what?" I asked, scrambling my brain for a time before we were in this house, in this town. "Before what? I can't remember my life before Westview! I don't know who I am! I'm scared!"

"You," she was now on the ground speaking in a calm tone. "Are my wife. You are Tommy and Billy's mother. Isn't that enough?"

The children. I couldn't help but wonder if she was controlling the children the same way she was controlling the others. I wondered if she was controlling other children and putting them through the same pain. And that's when it dawned on me that I hadn't seen any children since we arrived here.

"Wanda, why are there no other children in Westview?"

"Oh god!" She walked away. "There are! Just stop it!"

I walked to work and there were no children, we went to parks and there were no children. I don't even think any of our neighbors have children. She had to know why so I asked.

"Do you really think that I am controlling everything?" She sat on the couch. "That I am somehow in charge of everybody in Westview? I'm walking their dogs, mowing their lawns, getting them to dentist appointments on time?"