Letters to the Unknown

Chapter 1- Distant memories

A/N: I won't be doing many AN during this piece of work, just want to let you know this will be in 3rd person as it would make the most sense with the way I want this story to be told! And yes, she still has her Sokovian accent as this takes place a little bit after Civil War and she doesn't loose it in Scotland. I hope you all enjoy, and sit back for this ride!———————————————————————

The kettle whistled loudly through the cottage set on the outskirts of Edinburgh. Wanda sighed, she'd become accustomed to the sound of the kettle now, despite the insane amount of noise it let off. Living in South Queensferry had been tough first, not knowing anything around her, the noises nor the way of life.

It wasn't that she wasn't aware of how cozy Europe could be, she did grow up in Sokovia. Just not so privileged enough to have a rather, 'peaceful' life as you'd so call it. Her family was tightly knitted together, lovely... they were everything. Especially when it came to traditions.

Sitting down on the couch, even in their small musty room they were in, it was still a reminder that home wasn't a place. Not really, it's what you make it to be. Wherever and whenever you want it to be, it's always what she'd grown up knowing.

Now here she was in an unfamiliar location, unfamiliar village in Scotland all alone scared her. She wasn't scared of being alone, well not entirely. Just incase she had to spend the rest of her life like this. Isolated with nothing and nobody to keep her company.

Well, not quite nothing...

Wanda shook her head walking over to the kettle pulling her jumper sleeve down slightly, as it was a chilly day. She'd never really been a jumper and jogger's kind of person- not until she moved to Scotland. Settling here made her realize just how cozy the combination of clothing be for her. It made her feel more at peace with herself in some sense.

She once again shook her head, her thoughts often drifted nowadays. How could they not, really? She had very little people to talk to. Actually, scrap that- Wanda had quite literally no one to talk to. Mind, she wasn't always a talkative person, but it did get lonely more times than she could count.

Yet, after the refusal of the Sokovian accords signing, this was the life she'd signed herself up for, she'd just have to suck it up and deal with it. It was harder to make friends here anyway, she worried for identity. People were less aware of the Avengers in the outer skirts of villages and towns, hence one of the many reasons she'd chosen South Queensferry.

It didn't change the fact she feared being seen or caught with those knowing of her, especially if newcomers or tourists decided to come have a look at the village, it was always a pain hiding herself. Every day was a new challenge and she'd only resided here for a mere 3 weeks. Yet, it was beginning to like 3 months if she was completely honest with herself.

Wanda picked up her tea joining in the British tradition of adding a miniature dash of milk to it before stirring it slowly staring at how the milk blended perfectly into the tea. She'd first tried it on the first few days of arriving, being a little apprehensive at first. However, the moment the tea touched her lips she realized just how incredible it tasted.

Walking over to coffee table, she placed her mug down on the table, before sauntering back into the kitchen getting out a small bowl and pouring a little bit of milk into it.

Grabbing her fluffy coat she'd brought one day, she opened the front of the cottage door flexing her fingers as she did so, trying to get some feeling in them. The cold hit all at once and God it was cold. That's another thing she had to get used over the past 3 weeks, which was easier due to Sokovia wasn't exactly known for its warmth.