Teapot Genie 🗸

     He stared hard at the Genie ahead of him, brows raised high into his hairline, eyes wide with awe and staggering surprise. Who knew that this would happen? He'd found a simple teapot that had been coated in grime and dust. Granted, it was oddly shaped, but teapots came in all different shapes and sizes-

     "Heellooooooooooooooooooooo?" the glowing Wisp appeared directly in his face, Rowans' body abruptly stepping back in an automatic response. His breath caught in his throat, still surprised and stunned by this entire situation.

     "I-," stumped and speechless, what could he say? His mind became a blank. How did one process this? It was the kind of situation you'd read in a book or watch in a movie. Aladdin came to mind, an old kids Disney movie that he'd watched repeatedly when he had been much younger.

     "You're not very bright, huh," the little floating figure questioned rhetorically, a high pitched chuckle echoing from its mouth. His mind had become truly lost as to what to say or do. "Listen," the thing continued, having clear noticed his distress, "My name is Meram, Genie of the Teapot, and I am here to grant you One wish," the little thing introduced.

     A long pause of silence past between them, his brows relocating with one still quirked up in mild confusion. Everything Rowan had seen in movies and read in books pointed towards Genies being able to grant more than one Wish.

     "Aren't Genies meant to grant three?" he voiced with a sceptical tone, brow still quirked.

     "Teapot Genies and Lamp Genies are completely different. Don't get us confused," the Wisps tone sharpened slightly as it appeared mere inches from his face. Had that been considered racism?! He stared wide-eyed at the creature as it then slowly backed up, watching him closely. He regretted his words.

     "... Okay," he replied softly after a moment, taking back everything he'd thought about its appearance before now. It may look cute, but it was mildly terrifying. He judged the Genie too quickly.

     "Anywhooo, One wish," the creature smiled innocently again. The thing had a bipolar disorder and nothing would convince him otherwise. Its emotional spectrum did a complete 180 on him. From innocent and cute to scary as hell and then back again-.

     Wait, a Wish. Could he ask for anything? The young man watched the Genie, taking his time and gnawing the inside of his lip. He had a few ideas of what he could ask for, but thinking deeply about it. He only wanted one thing on his mind at the time that he hadn't been able to voice. He started repeating the thought over and over in his mind. He knew what he wanted, what he craved, what he desired, but from experience, he knew he couldn't speak the words or even write them down. But then, maybe it was different with a Genie? Maybe it could hear him. Speaking what he wanted might be answered.

     "I..." he hesitated, a part of his mind telling him that he won't be heard, "I want- herguternapit," he struggled to say the words, his brain and mouth fighting against what he truly wanted to say. He stopped, eyes downcasting slightly in internal frustration and confliction. Why couldn't he tell a magical creature what he wanted to say?

     "A what now?" the Genie spoke up flatly as if it were stumped by his words. No surprise. He huffed and shook his head, deciding to try again when he was already aware that judging from the first attempt, it wouldn't work. Hell, maybe it had been a third time's the charm situation, though this would be his second.

     "Dertimentar," he tried again, his tongue and vocals fighting back again and he internally kicked himself, a hand brushing over his face and through his hair in defeat, tugging at thick, curly strands.

     "Come again?" the Wisp floated in front of him, staring at him like he'd grown an extra limb. He sighed and stared at it in defeat, though it could be debated that it looked like he had been staring through it, "Do you have Tourettes? I could cure that, if you wish," it added softly.

     "It's not Tourettes," he spoke with resignation lacing his tone, his arms loosely crossing over his chest. Even the Genie couldn't understand him. Maybe he could wish death on the damn thing that Cursed him. If only he knew how it happened. His mind began thinking up ways around the curse, clearly in vain, "I wish you can hear my thoughts," he spoke softly, absentminded as to the fact he'd just wished for something.

     He felt nothing as he stood there for a while, repeating the desire in his mind. Over and over and over again, his heart waning in pain for what he couldn't have. What he'd seen couldn't be unseen, what had happened... it hurt. So much internal pain and he had been sure that he wasn't the only one that felt it. There were so many people that felt this pain.

     "Dear boy," the Genie caught his attention, its tone barely above a whisper and with an odd sound, cracking through the two words. He looked up at it, seeing the single tear running down its glowing cheek. "Even if you could tell me your wish, I don't have that kind of power," his mind. It read his mind. He took a moment to go back a few seconds and instantly caught on when he registered what he'd said before this moment. He'd wished for it to read his thoughts, to hear them.

     He stared at it, his expression softening as it continued to tear up, a saddened smile on its face. Rowan shook his head in disbelief, not wanting to believe that that could be true. Something had to be done.

     "So even you can't change anything?" he felt like mourning his dead desire. Even a Genie, with all its power, couldn't change anything this big and painful for everyone that felt this pain.

     "The Russo Brothers are too Powerful. Unfortunately, I can't change what happened in Infinity War and Endgame," the Wisp confirmed sadly as it slowly turned to smoke and had been drawn back into the spout of the china Teapot.

     It took a few drawn out seconds before he gradually collapsed to his knees, another few seconds passing before his fists raised to the sky in a dramatic fashion. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"