Me being bored after watching wandavision:
"She’s Just a Kid"
A Wanda Maximoff Short Story
The Avengers were arguing again.
Something about politics. About mutant registration. About safety and power and public trust.
Wanda sat silently beside her daughter at the long conference table. Her daughter—now seventeen—had her arms crossed tight, head down, hair falling like a curtain between her and the world.
No one noticed.
Until she started shaking.
It was subtle at first. A twitch in her fingers. A shift in her breath. Wanda turned instantly, placing a hand on her daughter’s arm.
She flinched.
And then—
Everything shattered.
The air pulsed. Papers flew off the table. Stark’s coffee mug exploded in a burst of porcelain and steam.
All eyes turned to her.
Her hands were glowing. Her lips trembled. Her chest rose and fell too fast, too shallow.
“I said I was fine,” she whispered.
Clint stepped forward. “Kid—”
“I said I was fine!”
And just like that, the dam broke.
“I didn’t ask for this!” she screamed, standing now, shaking. “I didn’t ask for powers or labels or to be dragged into this life where I have to be strong all the time!”
Everyone froze.