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wanda agreed to go. it didn’t take much convincing on anyone else’s part – rather, it took convincing on her own that she would be welcome. that they wouldn’t blame her. she should’ve known better, of course. steve rogers, all of them, they were righteous. good people. but even the best people can only be so forgiving, and what had she done, after all, to earn it? mistake after mistake – in this life and in the lives she barely remembered leading – how could she atone for so much carnage?
when people looked at her, they saw a monster. a weapon of mass destruction. wanda wanted to believe that she wouldn’t give in to either of those titles. UNTIL TODAY. maybe, if she was a MONSTER, she could use it to her advantage. thanos was back, and wanda wanted to kill him the way she wanted to kill ultron. rip his heart from his chest, make him SUFFER. make him understand what real pain felt like – if he was even capable.
wanda felt someone behind her before she heard or saw them, and she pressed her lips together, wishing she could’ve had these moments alone to prepare herself for facing everyone. she hated the silence so she filled it in the first way she could – with an excuse. “i know,” wanda said, silently begging them not to say what she was afraid they would. if it was stark, she was sure he’d say it anyway. “i’m only going so i can try to fix it.”
she glanced over her shoulder and was surprised to see not stark, not an avenger, not even the ghost of her pietro – but loki. god of mischief loki. attacked new york six years ago loki. she’d never met him, only heard the stories – some terrible, others not. all mysterious. news of new york had been filtered and censored by the time it reached sokovia, and she knew they’d only got half the story – not to mention the fact that they cleaned it up faster than anyone had ever cleaned up anything in her home. the only thing she could have taken away from that was the existence of aliens... and she hadn’t adjusted to the news completely. too much to worry about on earth.
“i’m sorry,” wanda said slowly, eyes traveling up and down the god of mischief, scanning for some kind of weapon or sign of threat. while she’d done nothing to him to beg an attack, she, better than anyone, understood that chaos wasn’t always predictable – and is that not what they both were? chaos? “i thought you were going to be one of the avengers.”