Wanda’s head began to spin as she locked eyes on the redhead now standing in front of her, and whatever scarlet magic had begun to form at her fingertips in an aggressive reaction towards Geraldine Monica, began to disappear as she began to distinctly feel as if a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped over her head. “Nat?” The witch whispered, blinking rapidly. No, no this wasn’t real. She wasn’t real. She had felt a disruption within her Hex, and while she had assumed it had just been Monica forcing her way through, now she wasn’t so sure. But it couldn’t have been! - she had unknowingly created this reality in Westview, who was to say she didn’t unconsciously create Natasha as well in her continued grief?