The power of loving a fandom so much that you need more than what the source material is offering is a magical feeling that opens up doors to the imagination and ignites a spark you may have never known you had. Among the ambitious routes you can ta...
Written for the Marvel/DC crossover contest hosted by the Fanfic profile
Posted on: 30th May 2018
One of the winning entries of the contest
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Although her instincts told her otherwise, Wanda Maximoff – Scarlet Witch – continued to go through the ruins of an old home within the ruins of Sokovia. It was unknown what had happened here, even to the last remaining twin. Though, she had a few ideas running through her mind. Not letting herself become emotional over the annihilation of her country, she continued to walk the lonely, broken building. The roof and second floor had collapsed inwards, creating a dangerous pathway through unstable bricks and slanting false walls which had not been completely destroyed. Wanda freely moved with her powers, floating above everything by an inch with red lines and swirls engulfing her hands. Inspecting for any survivors, she found none here, not even when she moved the rubble away. Instead she found more bricks. She could only hope they had got away before the building collapsed.
Moving towards the next building, which looked in a worse shape than the other, she was joined by Natasha Romanoff, who patted Wanda's shoulder in a way that made Wanda feel that she did not have to go through this alone.
"Anyone?" Natasha asked Wanda, looking about her, seeming to be searching for one of the other Avengers who had joined on the supposed rescue mission.
Wanda shook her head, unable to speak as she, too, looked about her, but did not find any of their small rescue ops team.
That was until a loud whooshing sound, like those of flying machinery, were heard and coming towards them at a fast pace.
Turning around the two spotted Tony Stark in his Iron Man suit, zooming towards them. Swiftly landing in front of the unperturbed colleagues, Tony lifted his visor on his helmet. "How's the search going?" Tony asked the two.
"No one." Natasha replied.
"What do you suppose happened here?" Asked Wanda as she looked behind her at the fully caved in house she was about to inspect earlier. Her hand instinctively placed itself upon the arm of her long, red leather jacket as a light breeze ruffled her long hair.
Natasha did not answer as she stepped away from them towards one of the ruins. She had thought she had heard some sort of movement within the ruins. Treading lightly, shot gun in hand, Natasha followed a small path – or what used to be a path – to the back of the broken home.
Tony and Wanda followed, though Wanda felt uneasy about this.
Just in case, Wanda ignited her power, the red lines and swirls, once again, engulfing her hands, ready for a fight. Or just to help someone out of a tight spot. It did not hurt to be careful, in Wanda's eyes, of course. As they stepped towards the noise, a dark kind of laughter ensued from the rubble, which turned into a hideous sounding cry that morphed into more loud, obnoxious laughter. The sound reminded Wanda of how a creepy clown doll might laugh when they had the voice boxes within them. Yet, the difference was, this laughter was loud and clear. It was not muffled by the fabric of the toy Wanda was thinking of. The laughter sounded humanly insane. Shivers ran down Wanda's spine as Natasha suddenly stopped and unlocked the trigger of her gun, pointing it towards the unknown survivor. That is if this person was a survivor.
