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Seen a lot of conspiracy theories about 9/11 and what really happened because people think it's easier to believe in stupid theories that have little to no proof. Also I will list the name of every victim who died including first responders so as to remind people this actually happened and is not something to joke about. These are facts plain and simple and not up for debate. Also not planting blame on Muslims or Islam because I don't believe justifying their actions in any way or aknowledge that they might have had a religious reason for doing what they did. Also I'm a fan of facts not fiction.  I'm not emotional but I get pissed when I see conspiracies about 9/11 and I've been to D.C. also I don't condone the actions people took as soon as they heard who was responsible. For those who aren't aware of what I'm referring to, immediately after the 9/11 attacks mobs of Americans started attacking Muslims they saw in public. This unfortunately includes women and children at grocery stores. It also introduced cruel and unfair stereotypes about Muslims that were proudly blasted onto shows like American Dad and Family Guy.  Extremists are separate and easily identified. To judge all Muslims based on an extremist sect is called Cultural Racism.  To judge all Arabs based on extremists is called Ethnic Racism.Public Domain

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Life Of Y/n Banner// Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Si vis pacem, para bellum. //If you want peace, prepare for war// ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The daughter of the infamous Bruce Banner most known for his time spent saving the world as the Hulk and for his research in gamma radiation. Y/n Banner has never been a secret to the world but her story keeps being altered. So this is her story through her view. Watch as she makes it through physical and mental hurting with crazed and intensified emotions, loss, and through it all love. You may think you know her story but trust me, you don't. So I started running. You assume most nerds aren't physically fit but this nerd could run for hours on end and never get tired. Sarah called me the young Steve Rogers even though when Steve Rogers was young it was hard enough for him to walk long distances nevermind run. Running has become a common thing with me. Especially at night after my nightmares. The nightmares are roughly the same, the experiment that turned my dad into a big green monster but instead he doesn't survive the blast. What a lot of people don't know is that I was actually in the lab with him. I watched as he tested the machines to make sure there were no accidents or causalities. Everything seemed to be fine, until it wasn't. The machine malfunctioned and the gamma rays went out of control. Not only did my dad get hit but so did I. The effects weren't exactly the same obviously but they did the same job of giving the victims unnatural abilities. On my run I started to think more about the accident as tears streamed down my face and my feet started to feel like they were on fire since my body wanted to just give out and sulk. My mother chose to leave me, my father tried to leave me. What is it about me that repels people? Why doesn't anyone want me? _________________________________________ Started: 7/16/21 Finished: 7/10/22 DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters they belong to Stan Lee🕊️ and Marvel