Robin's Cousin

chapter six

Wanda's POV

Everything was dark as I opened my eyes, looking around myself to try and get my bearings in the foreign space. I tried to move my arms but found my body was bound to some sort of chair.

"Wanda, I am glad we finally get to meet." A soothing voice echoed, sounding as if it was coming from all directions.

"Who is there? Show yourself!"

"In due time, my child." The voice echoed again, sounding closer than before. I felt a small, soft hand pat my hair before running down the side of my face, disappearing as quickly as it appeared. "I am not here to harm, but to warn. Those you think close to you are out to hurt you. Kill you, even. And I cannot have that."

"Who are you? What are you talking about?" I called out desperately, turning my head to try and glimpse something.

The voice spoke but did not answer my questions. "Keep your family close, your friends closer, and your enemies closest, my dear Wanda. I will be in touch."

The darkness started to lighten but I still had no real answers so I desperately tried to cling on to the chair, screaming into the darkness. "Wait! Come back!" The chair faded out from under me and became a soft, pillowy bed, the light becoming stronger until it out shone the darkness.

"She's back with us!" I heard Dick cry with what sounded like relief in his voice before I felt his hand on top of mine. "Wanda, can you hear me?"

"Dickie...? What...ugh, what happened?" I groaned, covering my eyes with my free hand as I was blinded by the lights.

I heard footsteps before Zatanna's voice echoed in the room. "I tried to remove the tattoo on your neck and you passed out. That was three weeks ago, Wanda."

"What?!" I sat up with a start, hissing when my stiff muscles rejected the harsh movement. "Are you serious?"

"Very. We tried to wake you but you have been out cold." Dick explained, pulling me into a brief hug. "We have been running some scans and tests on your tattoo and it seems to-"

"It was created from the mind stone, most likely from when it was still in Loki's scepter." Natasha made her grand entrance by interrupting my cousin, walking into the room and over to my bed, taking a seat next to Dick to feel my head. "How do you feel, little one? You good?"

"It was strange...it felt like a dream from one night's sleep, not three weeks." I was about to go on to explain what I experienced when I was knocked out but the tattoo on my neck started to tingle and I lost my train of thought.

"Yes? You were saying something about a chair?" Dick looked as confused as I felt.

"A chair...? I was?" I trailed off, trying to remember why a chair was important.

Those you think close to you are out to hurt you.

I blinked, narrowing my eyes at Dick slightly pulling my hand back. "Yeah, I was going to say a change of scenery would be nice. Can I sit in a chair please?"

Nat got up and pulled a chair over, going to help me out of bed but I waved her off. She shot me a look. "Wanda, you were in a coma for three weeks, your muscles are going to be stiff. Let me help you."

I growled, levitating myself over into the chair with a proud smirk. "My power 'muscles' don't seem to be stiff, mom." Nat rolled her eyes playfully and walked out of the room, leaving me with Zatanna and Dick. I looked between the two, raising a brow. "If it is okay, I would like to be alone right now."