PROLOGUE:
Gone.
Wanda

At the time, I had no idea that I had met the boy who could be my future husband. Depending on my choices and the path I chose to take, it was between him and another man.

I was ten when our parents took Pietro and I to the traveling circus, taking note that they were Romani since mom and dad were.

That is until I found out they weren't even my real parents.

Pietro was skittish and impatient, and I couldn't stop smiling as we waited in line for tickets and even as we sat down. I had never seen a circus before, and I wanted to take full advantage of it and begged mom for money to get some popcorn. She gave in and I quickly ran to one of the stands, praying that it didn't start while I was out.

And just as I ran back to join my family, a boy bumped into me and knocked my popcorn onto the floor.

"Shit! Sorry," I was about to get angry, because it was my popcorn and that is all that mattered to me as a ten year old, but hearing a boy curse infront of me, I looked up.

I had never had a crush before, and didn't understand how a girl could completely subject herself to thinking about someone constantly, but at that moment I did.

"Sorry about that, I'll buy you a new one," His kind brown eyes and gorgeous smile made my knees weak, and in my broken English, I tried telling him no.

"N-no, it-it is fine-"

But it was too late as he handed me my new, warm bag. When his fingers brushed against mine, I felt immediate regret and anger and sadness coming near. At the time, I didn't know what it meant because I had no idea what I was capable of.

"I'm with the Circus, my parents and I are the Flying Graysons. I'm Dick."

"Wanda," I said, my cheeks certainly aflame at the embarrassment of my thick accent.

"I hope you'll be watching the show?"

"Y-yes."

Damnit Wanda, stop stuttering!

One boy and you're a mess!

"Maybe we can hang out after? I-If you want, I've never been here before," He chuckled with that boyish charm.

It was the best night of my life. It may be an exaggeration to some, but only a month after, my parents died. Pietro and I hid under my bed for two days when the second shell hit, waiting for it to go off as they tried saving us from the rubble. I didn't even notice how hungry and cold I was. Every breathe I took, I was so convinced it would be my last.

We struggled so much.

And for what?

I lost him anyway.

That was my start to my descent into madness, blaming myself for his death and destroying everything in my path. I tried to do good, but I was limited. They knew I was too powerful, a force that they could not control, and so they saw me as a threat whenever I used more than what they were comfortable with. I was secluded, and they wanted that. Just the thought of being alone again hurt too much.

Which is why I don't remember grabbing it.

Why I don't remember those words I said.

Why I don't remember how I ended up in Gotham. All I knew was that they were after me, and I needed to run.

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Hope you enjoyed! What did Wanda do? What do you think she may have done? And why does it involve the U.N. and the Avengers searching for her?