Wanda's POV

I was standing in the middle of an endless pool of water, on top of the surface yet I did not sink in. I spun around, noticing a soft blue glow all around me. I was all alone, from what I could tell. But you never know.

"Hello?"

The water a few yards away from me rippled and a figure emerged from below, their back turned to me. They spoke in the same booming voice from before. "My sweet child, did I not warn you? Did I not tell you that family would betray you?"

I choked, looking down to see blood blossoming from my heart. But there was no visible wound.

I turned my gaze back to the figure before me, confusion lacing my voice as I spoke. "If you knew I would die, why did you not stop it?'

They laughed, shaking their head as their chuckles faded out. "Who said you were dead? It is time to wake up now, my dear."

"Wait, I still have so many questions!"

The figure turned slightly, blue-green eyes staring at me over their shadowy shoulder. "When the time comes for answers, you'll know."

My eyes fluttered open and I was taken aback by the onslaught of pain radiating from the stab wound in my chest. I cried out, my vision dancing with spots as I tried to focus my magic on healing my wound.

A flash of silver and black took over the corner of my vision right before the face of my twin hovered over my own, concern flooding his features as well as guilt. "Wanda! Oh, my gosh! What have I done?"

"Pietro...don't fret, brother...I will be okay." I whispered, coughing up a small amount of blood. "Please, don't feel guilty. You...were following...orders."

"But I stabbed you! We need to get you medical attention." Pietro carefully picked me up in his arms, making me groan in pain when my chest felt like it was on fire. "Sorry sister, it is the only way." He stood up and was about to run, only to be blocked by our cousin.

"Where do you think you are taking her?" He demanded, his escrima sticks in hand and ready to fight.

"Dick...Pietro is healed. He remembers. Please." I begged, a hand on my bleeding chest. Dick's eyes softened and he nodded, stepping out of the way.

"Let me know what hospital you are in." He called after us as Pietro ran away with me in his arms.

My eyes were struggling to stay open and I faintly heard Pietro talking to me, telling me how sorry he was. I smiled softly, patting my twins shoulder as we burst into the closest hospital. "Help! My sister has been stabbed, she needs help!"

I don't recall much, everything was hazy as I was taken out of my brother's arms and placed on a stretcher, an oxygen mask put over my mouth. I felt hands on my wound and my chest exploded in pain before everything faded to black.

Dick's POV

Once Pietro ran off with Wanda I turned my attention back to my remaining teammates, helping them get feeling back in their muscles by hitting their pressure points again. Tigress helped me as well, being the only other member of the team that was not temporarily paralyzed.

I had forgotten about the Cheshire and the other Shadow until I heard groaning, making me immediately tense up. I whirled around, seeing the two assassins getting to their feet slowly. Cheshire took one look at Tigress and sighed, taking her mask off.

"Sis, I'm sorry for all the pain I have caused you. Thank you for being such a good auntie to Lian, it means more to me than you'll ever know. I love you." After she was done talking, she turned to the other Shadow and nodded, whispering in his ear before running off into the woods.

The remaining assassin looked directly at me, taking a hesitant step towards me. I tightened my grip on the escrima sticks. When he saw this, the Shadow dropped his sword, reaching for his mask. "Gray...son?" He croaked, taking off his mask to reveal himself. I staggered backwards when I looked upon the face of my once dead little brother. He had tears in his eyes, looking down at his now trembling hands. "Dick, it's me...Jason...your brother?"

I nodded, taking a few steps forward to meet him. When I was within range, I raised my leg and kicked him the head, knocking him out cold. "Put him on the ship, we have to check on Wanda."

"Dick! He is your brother, why di-"

"We can deal with him later, right now my cousin is dying. Let's go." I picked up Jason's limp body, walking towards the bioship that M'gann had called closer. We all piled on, taking our seats after I strapped Jason into one of the empty seats at the front. I turned to M'gann who was at the controls. "Track Wanda's costume, she should still have the tracker active."

"Got it." After tapping away on the controls for a moment we were in the air heading towards the hospital where my cousin was. The flight was eerily silent, nobody daring to say a word. Thankfully the hospital was close, so the flight only lasted about ten minutes. We all ran off, leaving Jason after we contacted the League about the situation. M'gann had put the bioship in camouflage mode but Martian Manhunter would be able to find it.

I was the first one into the emergency department, immediately seeing Pietro. Running up to him, I slammed him into the wall. "What were you thinking?"

"I-I wasn't myself! I didn't know who she was, I swear!" Pietro sobbed, not bothering to try and fight my grip on him. "Ra's Al Ghul told me if I killed the Scarlet Witch I would have my freedom and I believed him. I had no idea she was my twin. When I came back to life, I had no memories, nothing. Al Ghul was all I had so of course I trusted him. I am so sorry."

Dick, you are making a scene. Let him go.

I listened to Artemis' words, releasing my cousin and stepping back. "Any word on her condition?"

Pietro shook his head. "Not yet, they have not said a word, unfortunately." I sighed, taking a seat and dropping my head into my hands. Pietro cautiously sat next to me, a sorrowful look on his face. "They did say when I brought her in that I missed her heart and any vital arteries, so there is that..."

I glared at him but nodded anyways. "You still stabbed your twin."

Kaldur placed a hand on my shoulder. "My friend, he was under the brainwashing of the Shadows. He did not know what he was doing. Let it be."

I growled, shaking his hand off of me. "Only if Wanda lives."

Wanda's POV

I was in my childhood home, before it was destroyed by the bombs. But Pietro, mama, and papa were nowhere to be seen.

By now, I had somewhat gotten used to these strange occurrences so I called out like usual, waiting for an answer or an appearance.

This time, two figures appeared more vividly in front of me. One was a pale alien looking male with an enlarged head and the second was a gorgeous woman with brown skin, dressed in extravagant clothes. The woman kneeled in front of me, taking my hands in her own. "My child, my name is Queen Bee. I have been waiting to meet you. This here, is my associate Simon. He has been making our contact possible."

I nodded, feeling a comforting warmth spread throughout my body starting at the back of my neck where my tattoo was. "I am Wanda, Wanda Maximoff.  Some call me the Scarlet Witch." I quirked a brow, tilting my head a bit. "Do you think of me as a monster, Queen Bee?"

She chuckled, patting my cheek lovingly. "No, my dear, quite the opposite actually. I think of you as a Goddess. You see, we have been watching you for quite awhile, Wanda, and you are more powerful beyond your wildest dreams." I felt my scarlet eyes light up with energy as I grinned, nodding along with her words. "We are here to guide you. You are meant for greatness, my child, beyond the Justice League and the Avengers. You were meant for The Light."

"The Light..." I whispered, a gnawing feeling in my stomach appearing quickly before vanishing just as fast. "It sounds...beautiful."

Simon stepped forward, whispering in Queen Bee's ear. The woman sighed, looking me in the eyes before engulfing me in a hug. "It is truly wonderful. But first, you must find us. And to do so, you must wake up."

"But I like it here, with you."

She smiled at me, stepping back a bit as Simon placed his hands on my temples. "I'm very glad to hear that, my dear. Very glad." She ran her hand down my hair once more before kissing my forehead. "Farewell, Wanda Maximoff, we will see you soon."

My eyes cracked open, the first thing I noticed being the beeping coming the various machines attached to me. I heard shuffling next to me and looked over to see my would be murderer, my twin Pietro, fast asleep in the chair next to me. I glared at him, about to throw a hex blast when my thoughts were interrupted.

Play nice, Wanda. For now.

I gasped, looking around to see who could've invaded my mind but seeing no one but my brother and cousin, who was passed out next to me on my other side. With a shrug, I used some magic to wake up the two sleeping boys, laying back down when they both sat up groggily. "Have a good nap, sleeping beauties?"

"Wanda! You are awake!" Pietro cried, in my arms in a flash. I nodded, hugging my twin close. Curious to see the truth, I checked the back of his neck to see if he had a tattoo as well.

Nothing.

Hmm. I guess only I was chosen to be apart of The Light. Sorry, Pietro, but you are not worthy.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked with a yawn, stretching my arms high above my head.

"Only twelve hours after you got out of surgery. The Justice League transferred you to the Watchtower medical center immediately for monitoring." Dick answered, ruffling my hair. "Glad to have you back, cuz. You too, Pietro. We have a lot to catch up on. And I'm sorry I threatened your life."

"You what?!" I shrieked, glaring at Dick who backed up a little when my hands sparked red. "Why?"

"I wasn't sure he was fully out of the brainwashing, but now I am." He defended himself, a sheepish smile on his face.

A knock interrupted our conversation. I opened the door telekinetically, revealing a boy about my age with black hair with a white streak at the front. He had an ashamed expression on, a bag of cookies in his hands. He walked into the room, the cookies in his outstretched hands. "Hi, I'm Jason. These cookies are my apologies for attempting to kill you while I was brainwashed by Al Ghul. I helped Alfred make them."

I cautiously took the cookies, looking between Pietro and Dick for more of an explanation. Dick gave me one. "He is my little brother, killed by  an explosion and brought back by Ra's Al Ghul. He helped Pietro attack you but he is cool again."

"Awe, shucks." Jason drawled sarcastically, rolling his eyes at his older brother. "Thanks bro."

I grinned at the interaction, taking a bite of the cookie and handing one to each of the boys who gladly ate them. I hummed  in approval. "These are delicious, Jason. Thank you and apology accepted."

"Knock knock!" I looked away from Jason's grin to see the rest of my team running into the room, barely having time to prepare before I was swallowed in a group hug.

"We are so glad you are alive, Wanda!"

Yes, we are. Very glad, indeed.