Capability - Wanda Maximoff

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

P. o. V. Wanda:

Stephens words are stuck in my head. He thinks I could be their enemy? Even with a real enemy out there, he sees me as more dangerous. He does not trust me at all. I cannot believe it. He really thinks about me like this, and he also has the audacity to scares the others with it. Is he trying to convince them against me? Does he tries to make me the enemy? But why? Is he trying to split the team?  Why would he do these things? He would never do that, or would he do it? I just look at him in total disbelieve about the word, who just had left his mouth.

I am unable to speak at first, too stunned about his words. I can feel my eyes filling up with tears. My vision is getting blurry, but I do not want to break down right now. I can't break down right now. I need to calm myself. I need to be sensibly and predicable for them. I mean they would be scared of me, if I act out right now. Would they? They are my friends. I take a deep breath, breath in, breath out. One. Two, Three. My heartbeat slows down. Four. Five. Six. I swallow down the lump in my throat. Seven. Eight. Nine. My vision clears and I look at Stephen. I just hope my eyes are the normal green color. Ten.

"You think I should go?" I ask after I counted to ten and nobody else said anything about his comment. The atmosphere is taut in the room. Everyone just looks at me or Strange. I try my best to hold it together without being too much tied up in knots.

"Wanda?" Stephen says calm. His eyes are soft, but his words still echo in my head. He stands up and steps a bit in my direction. "You think! I am a threat to this group." I state out his words again with a heavy sokovian accent.

"Wanda no." Clint says softly, also standing up. He is always there for me in my defense, but now I do not want that. I want to talk about it. "No!" I turn towards Clint and shake my head, before I continue. "I don't want any of you to answer this question is except for Strange. I just want to hear his option about me and my powers. So, everyone please keep it quiet for a moment." I say stern with the heavy accent. I look around in the room in a lot of confused faces, some game me a look of commiseration, but most of them are shocked. Without a word Tony stands up and looks at me but I look back directly at Stephen and ignore him. He stays quiet for a short moment, that feels like forever. I did not know, what I am more afraid of, the answer or no answer from him.

"Wanda, you misunderstood me. Please listen to me. I was not talking about you. Wanda is no threat for anyone. I do not think that and nobody in this room thinks that..." "But...?" I interrupt him, because it does not make any sense. How could I misunderstand his words?

"But... I was talking about the Scarlet Witch. She could..." I interrupt him again. "I am the Scarlet Witch." I say loud, probably louder than necessary, but I did not care. I slowly stand up.

"Are you?" Stephen asks uncertain about my word and with his power around his hands in defense.

I take a slow and deep breath, before I speak again, in a normal loudness. I want to sound as calm as I can right now, even though my inside is boiling out of anger. "Yes, yes, I am. The Scarlet Witch is part of me. It always was and ever will. I cannot change that. It is not another personality or anything. It is my destiny to get as powerful as told. Your old books did not tell you that? If you would not avoided talking to me, you may have known that earlier. I try to discover the destiny of the Scarlet Witch on my own for weeks. Which by the way is pretty hard on my own but after this little conversation I think I may already know more you do about it. I really wanted to work with you, together but you avoided me. You ignored me. You abandoned me. You, Stephen Strange are too afraid of something that might be dangerous, but you do not know for sure. But I guess you cannot imagine that one of your old, dusty, magic-books could be wrong for one. You have not even considered talking to me in person. Because you only could imagine me being the hazard. I am not the hazard by now, but you could make me one, without your fucking books, just by being yourself, even without your magic, Stephen." I can see my vision getting red, but I try to hold back the true anger inside of me. There is a fire burning, the source of my power, but right now I do not need my powers. "I might not have any scientific proof for you, but I believe that somewhere deep down inside of my memories, there are the memories of every Scarlet Witch, which was ever alive, since thousands of years. Cause you cannot kill the Scarlet Witch she will always be reborn. But she was never evil or cruel. She is meant to be powerful, the only difference every time she gets reborn is how she becomes powerful over time. I bet this is something that is not in your books. Am I right Strange?"