Wanda's POV

The whole mountain was falling and because of the big amount of power I used I was too weak to leave.

That was my end and I wasn't sad, why would I? I was about to meet Vision and the kids again.

My kids, my family, I did everything I could for my family, that makes me a good mother right?

The rocks were closer and I stopped levitating, feeling the cold stone under my skin as I fell.

I looked at my hands, the fingertips were starting becoming black, the dark magic was slowly devouring me.

I heard some footsteps and I saw America running towards me, while Strange was yelling at her to run away.

-This is not fair- she said to me -You only wanted to be happy for once in your life-.
I was confused, why was she telling me that?

-This world, they lost their Wanda, she and her brother died with their parents when their houses exploded in Sokovia- America said -You can go there and start a new life. There is a house where you can stay, the portal will leave you exactly in front of it-.

She opened a portal and Strange, who must have understood what she was doing, used his magic to throw me towards it.

I closed my eyes and I could feel everything spinning around me, until I fell on something soft, something like grass.

I looked around and I saw nothing but trees and the sky was dark, it was probably about to rain.

A bit far from where I fell there was a house, a little cottage in what I supposed was a forest.

I stood and slowly walked towards the house; I was still weak so it took a bit to get there but when I opened the door I was about to cry: it looked so similar to the one where Vision and I were about to move into in Westview.

I closed the door and changed clothes using my magic, I didn't want to attract unwanted attention even though I was probably the only one to live there.

I slowly reached the bedroom upstairs and fell on the bed, falling asleep very quickly and again dreaming about my kids.

Author's note: This is more like a prologue but yeah, I hope you enjoyed!

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