Lovers to Enemies (SpiderWitch)

Confrontation

Wanda's POV

I arrived at the coffee shop and walked in to see Peter sitting at one of the booths, his eyes looks tired, but they were so observant. He was scanning over everything like he was doing surveillance, which was an interesting sight. He reminded me of myself. Always paranoid and tired.

"Peter." I said, I saw his shoulders tense at me saying his name, he than turned his head and looked at me and smiled.

"Wanda." He said with a sigh. I walked over to him and he sprung from his seat and hugged me. Catching me by surprise, but I hugged him back. Because one I could tell he needed it and two, I desperately needed a hug to. "I'm glad you came."

"Of course." We left the hug and looked in each other eyes, staring back at one another and we both smiled. As much as I wanted to kiss him, I didn't want another weird ass thing to appear in my brain again. "Let's sit and chat." I said breaking up the moment.

"Yeah." He muttered. I sat down across from him and he explained the dream in a bit more detail. It was quite horrific, neck snapping. Geez. I don't even have dreams like that and I've actually done that to somebody.

"Peter." Again his shoulders tensed. Making me quite confused, but I ignored it and grabbed his hand. "I'm so sorry. Nightmares are a bitch trust me." As soon as I said it, I regretted it.

Shit.

"You get nightmares to? Like that one?"

"Um...Yes. I lost my best friend a while back and I have nightmares about her death a lot."

"Oh I'm so sorry. That's not great at all. Wanna talk about the nightmares?"

"No!" I said loud, making him jump back. "Sorry. No, I don't really like talking about them. I just forget about them and go on with life, nightmares can't hurt you."

"True." He stated. We sat there in a very awkward silence and than I piped up.

"Coffee?"

"Yes please."

We ordered our coffees and drank them while we talked about what we wanna do for the rest of our day. He said, he wanted to do some cleaning, while I said watching movies and doing absolutely nothing.

After our coffees, we paid for them and left the coffee shop, we stood outside and I looked to Peter. "Can I kiss you?" He asked, his eyes looking down full of light. It was refreshing.

I hesitated for a moment and than went screw it. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him. His lips were perfect...like I've kissed them a million times before. But just as I feared, it happened. A memory of the two of us, laying down on a rooftop, eating snacks and gazing at the stars. I wanted to keep kissing but the more I did, the more the memory took over. I quickly stepped back and. looked at him. "Okay what the fuck?" I asked.

"I have no idea Wanda. There scaring me to." He said, with the same fear in his eyes that were also in my eyes.

"Peter...what does it mean? How are their memories of the two of us that haven't happened it? It doesn't make sense." I leaned against the wall, putting my head in my hands.

"I don't know. Maybe it's our future somehow?"

"Really?" I mocked. He just looked at the ground, making me feel regret. I moved off the wall and grabbed his hand. "Sorry, I know magic exists in this world. I mean half the world blipped away, there has to be some sort of magic I guess." We both laughed. "It's just doesn't make sense what's happening to us." I said, rubbing the back of neck a little nervously.

"Yeah." He said with a fake smile, while I saw him shuffled his feet in a hiding matter.

"Well, let's hang out soon. I'll see you later Peter." I kissed his cheek.

"See you Wanda." I walked one way and he walked another. My head still spinning with thoughts about why our kisses look like our future, that doesn't even seem possible. I'm magic, but I didn't think my magic could do anything like that.

When I arrived back home, I just sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the ceiling. Trying to figure out the kiss situation, it was getting on my nerves. Like extremely on my nerves. I was Angry. Annoyed. Pissed. My chest felt like it was tightened, my heart was pounding and my body felt tense. I needed to go beat some people up to help deal with my rage. It felt like the only way to cope.

I changed into my suit and left the house. Flying around the city and knowing the locations of a couple of drug dealers selling spots. I arrived on a playground and saw a man, who I've known is been and out prison, countless times. Always selling to minors.

"Chandler! Is that you?" I asked, leaning against a tree, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Who said that?" He spun around, hiding his hands behind his back. While the hood over his head, shifted and revealed his face.

"You don't remember me." I asked with a pouty tone. I moved off the tree and let my hands drop to my sides. I strutted over to him and he began stumbling backwards.

"I-I do." He fell backwards and fell onto his ass. "Your a monster."

"I'm not a monster sweetheart." I squatted down right in front of him, glaring at him through the mask.

"Please don't kill me." He begged, trying to crawl away, but I just used my magic and pulled him towards me and forced his hands to be stuck around his back.

"Todays your lucky day than Chandler. I just need to beat someone up. I'm in a fit of rage."

"Why? Please no."

I stood up and forced him on his knees. "I'm sorry." And with that, I swung a hard punch to his face. Blood instantly pouring from his broken noise. "Stop!" He cried out. I just punched him again, and again, and again and again...My rage was getting worse and worse. "Please!" Another punch. "Stop!" Another punch.

"I can't." I said through some tears in my eyes. Every punch was reminding me everything I've done in the past. I wanted to stop. But I couldn't. I just had to keep punching. It was the only way I knew how to cope.

The man's face was just a bloody pulp at this point. He was spitting up blood and his body was numb. I felt my knuckle skin literally peeling away, blood was pouring down my arms. I was covered in blood. I stared down at myself and my hand just let go of the man and he collapsed onto the grass. Breathing heavy. Blood pouring out of his mouth onto the grass.

"I've had it!" I heard a voice yell. I raised my head and saw SpiderMan standing on the gravel path.

I sniffled a little and than composed myself. Cocking my head to the side and pulling out a gun. "Oh have you now?"

"Yes! I'm done with you and all your violence! It's horrible, your selfish, vile, evil, disgusting. Your a downright monster!"

And all the anger I just let out on Chandler, returned in an instant. "Watch. Your. Mouth!" I said with each step I took towards him. "Your sure you wanna fight me? You'll end up dead."

"I. Wanna. Fight." He said, walking right in front of. So we were face to face.

"Than what are we waiting for Spidey."