#1 in "characterstudy" January 2024
#4 in "innerstruggle" January 2024
Sequel to Wandavision, Multiverse of Madness and my own Avengers: Incursion War.
Nothing is as it seems, everything is as it seems, something is wrong, nothing is wrong... The t...
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Wanda sat in the back of the car, her heart racing as they approached Westview. The familiar sights of the town felt both welcoming and suffocating. She had always imagined coming back here in different circumstances, but now the reality was suffused with anxiety and dread. The chains around her wrists and ankles felt like the weight of her past-heavy, unforgiving, and inescapable.
As the vehicle slowed to a stop in front of her home, she could see the shadows of her memories flickering at the edges of her mind. This was supposed to be a sanctuary, a place where she and Vision had dreamed of building a life together. Instead, it stood like a ghostly reminder of everything she had lost. The air was thick with tension, and she could hear the faint echoes of hostility from outside. Her heart sank further. Then she saw it... Hundreds of people standing outside HER home... her safe place, vandalizing and destroying everything. She couldn't believe her eyes, and the sight was heavy on her heart.
Victor: Stay here.
Victor opened the door and it slammed shut behind him, and Wanda felt a feeling of isolation wash over her. She watched through the tinted glass as he approached a group of people gathered outside her home. Their voices were a cacophony of anger and resentment, fueled by the chaos that had unfolded in the past few weeks, now culminating in the most hatred she has ever received in her life.
She watched from inside, heart racing, ready for the worst. But then... nothing. The shouts turned into murmurs. The crowd, once hostile, began to disperse. She blinked in disbelief. Victor didn't raise his voice, didn't threaten anyone. As if his mere presence caused them to flee. One by one, they began to scatter, retreating into the shadows like frightened animals.
He opened her door, unclasped her cuffs with surprising gentleness, and extended his hand.
Wanda: H-how did you...?
Victor: A magician never reveals his secrets.
Wanda: Magician!?
Victor: (smiled under his mask) Come. Let's get you home.
With a shaky breath, she took his hand, feeling the warmth of his grip envelop her like a lifeline. She finally stepped out of the car, feeling the ground beneath her feet.
As she turned to face her home, a wave of emotions crashed over her. The sight was almost unbearable. Graffiti marred the walls, scrawled in bold, hateful letters: "Evil witch," "Burn in hell," "Stay out!" Each word was a dagger to her heart, a cruel reminder of the contempt she had faced since the darkness had enveloped her. The beautiful message that Vision hung on the front door was destroyed, the windows were broken... This was not just vandalism, it was a direct attack on her identity, on her privacy. Her safe place.
