Random Short Stories

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Orange dyed hair whipping in the wind, tangled from lack of combing it. Her blueish green eyes stared wildly forward, at nothing in particular. Her eyes changed to red and her hands were glowing too. She stared at the ugly statue of the Avengers in Sokovia, not including her. She whipped her hand through the air and tore down the statue. Where were the Avengers when one of their own was in pain? She let out a guttural shriek and ripped the statue apart, starting with the one who introduced her to the whole hero gig, and ending with their leader, who left them all for some woman he hadn't seen in years. She went to her knees and stared at the one statue she left. Her sister, the woman who was there for her. Natasha. She released another scream and the statue fell, along with a starting rainfall. Who was this crazed woman?

She was the Scarlet Witch.