Mystique had a feeling. It was the ‘Erik’s about to throw another tantrum’ feeling.
She bumped into Logan on the way to the basement.
He growled at her and she rolled her eyes.
“You may not want to follow me. Erik’s angry.” She frowned.
“Why the hell do you think I’m going down there? The kid’s in trouble!” He snapped.
Her attitude dissolved. “Which kid?”
“Kids actually. Speedy and Duch.”
Mystique pinched the bridge of her nose.
“I was in fiji three days ago. Drinking mimosas on the beach.” She groaned.
“We should have convinced Pete to talk to his dad earlier.” Logan nodded.
“Whatever. I’ll disctract Erik. You get the kids out.”
Relief didn’t do justice to what they felt when they saw the familiar wheelchair in the doorway.
Logan walked in closely followed by Mystique and grabbed the kids by their arms. Dragging them out of the room and nodding at Hank as if to say.
‘Hey bub you might want to join us’
He got them out of the room and up the stairs finally into a sitting room.
Wanda woke about a half hour after she had fallen asleep with a jolt of head pain.
Pietro stirred beside her and woke quickly as she sat up.
“Peter needs my help.” She grabbed the book off the floor and felt a tap on her arm.
She nodded and Pietro scooped her up. Suddenly they were in the sitting room with Peter.
“I have an idea. I’ve beat Agatha before. And I think I can use the same principals to do it again.” Wanda announced. “But just in case”
She flipped through the book and found what she was looking for. Casting a protective rune that showed up on her body like a tattoo.
“Everyone stand back.” She ordered.
She entered his mind again and wasted no time in shooting a blast at Agatha.
“Oh come on dear. It’s like you aren’t even trying. Besides even if you do make me vanish the memories will still be here. Your actions have consequences.”
“You read the grimore?” She smiled nervously. Before shooting a blast of purple at her that bounced off harmlessly.
“But how! Half of those spells are unreadable.”
“I guess you’re a bit out of your league.”
“You don’t know what those spells are capable of.”
“No Draga you don’t know what I’m capable of.”
“You missed me.” She taunted
“I never miss.” Was the smug reply.
Agatha tried to shoot another bolt at her but her fingertips fizzled.
“Well well well. Look at you little miss smarty pants. What do you intend to do with me now? Send me back to my body? I know what you did to her. ”
“No. I’m putting you somewhere you can never hurt anyone again.”
The sound of cracking glass filled the air.
Agatha’s eyes widened in fear.
“No. NO! Please no don’t make me go there. I can’t be alone. I’ll reverse what I’ve done. I can bring your husband back or bring you back to Westview. We can work together Wanda-“
“No. You hurt my brother.”
And with a final shatter of glass she was locked in the mirror dimension.
Wanda exited Peter’s brain.
“Is he okay?” She breathed.
Pietro set her down on the couch beside Peter and she looked very pale.
She closed her eyes. Then opened them again.
“I haven’t slept properly in days.” She chuckled. “I’ll be fine. I’m just tired.”
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