'and all the people say, you can't wake up, this is not a dream'

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WANDA LEHNSHERR MAXIMOFF knew better than to try her father.

She knew that. It was something that stuck in her head.

And she never disobeyed nor tried him, even though her mutation was stronger than his.

It didn't matter. He controlled all metal.

So did Lorna.

Whatever.

At least she didn't have only speed as her powers such as Peter and Pietro.

But Chaos Magic didn't seem something she should be grateful for, as she didn't understand it even with her father and family helping.

Erik-father, has always told her that her mother was just like her, and how she could help her.

But she didn't understand; where was her mother?

Could she not take care of her children?

Did she not want her children?

She knew that Lorna wasn't her full sister; and that she had more than two brothers and one sister, but couldn't her mother take care of them?

Her father had only told her that she had decided to run.

Run far away; away from her father, Pietro, Peter, Lorna, and her.

She didn't understand it; why would her mother run away?

Did her mother not care about her that much? About her own blood?

The Scarlet Witch sighs, pressing her hand lightly to her aching head.

This subject was physically hurting her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" She murmurs, gripping the edges of her dress as she runs down the stairs, trying to get towards the medical center.

She could feel blood starting to rush down her nose, and she presses a finger under her nose, feeling the warm blood that hits her finger.

It was a lot.

She keeps running, holding a finger to her nose, before she feels her headache get worse.

"ENOUGH!" She yells, her eyes turning red as her scarlet magic hitting everything around her as she falls to the ground.

The blood disappears, as well as the headache.

But the tears don't.

They don't leave her green eyes, as she presses one of her fingers to her eyes, swiping away the tears.

But more come down.

"Wake up!" A voice in her head yells. "Wake up! Open your eyes! This isn't real!"

"Then show me what is real." She whispers back softly. "Please, what is this if not real? Please. What is this? Who am I?"

She closes her eyes, and images run through her mind, and she opens her eyes slowly, feeling the memories under her skin.

"Do you understand?" The voice asks. "You aren't safe anywhere. You're not a human being; you're a machine."

Wanda presses her lips together, trying to hold in a sob.

"So what do I do, then?" She chokes out. "Where am I safe?"

The voice is quiet for a few moments, seeming to think about what to say. "Not in here. I shall tell you when you are safe."

And the voice leaves her mind, making her fall back to the ground.

She groans.

How was she not safe?

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"Fathers home!" Wanda yells as she runs down the stairs, ready to greet her father.

Her siblings must hear her, as she hears their footsteps hit the stairs.

They file down, Lorna being last and Peter being first.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Pietro yells. "You pushed me!"

"Sorry, lil bro, but I won. Maybe next time." Her oldest brother smirks, ruffling Pietro's hair as Lorna rolls her eyes.

"Whatever." Pietro murmurs, crossing his arms over his chest.

Their father comes in, accompanied by nobody.

That was the usual, or he'd be with one of the X-men.

They weren't that big of a problem; Genosha was being rebuilt and they would come and help.

Sometimes Jean Grey would be there, sometimes Storm, sometimes multiple people.

Charles Xavier was there the most, for he seemed to be the closest to the man.

But nobody was there today.

Their father wore a tired expression, pulling off his helmet with a sigh, not even glancing at his children.

"Father?" Lorna asks softly. "Father, what's wrong?"

Magneto's eyes travel to his children, and the tired expression fades as he puts on a smile. "Ah, Lorna. Hello dear. Good evening to you," he starts, opening his arms for his children to run into.

Wanda feels 10 again, as she allows herself to stay in her father's arms, even though she is the third oldest.

Or second youngest.

Everyone leaves his arms after a few minutes, excluding Wanda.

She looks up at her father. "Father, what is wrong?" She asks softly.

"Wanda, nothing is wrong." He smiles in response.

"Father." Wanda murmurs. "I know something is up."

He sighs. "I'll tell you after dinner tonight. I can make it. Head up to your room."

Wanda nods, running up the stairs quickly, leaving her father alone.

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Wanda swallows as she runs her hands through her red dress, before running her hands through her hair.

God, what was she doing?

Who was that voice?

She sighs softly, before smelling something and realizing that dinner was ready.

She opens her door, walking down the stairs, seeing her father putting the food out.

"Ah, Wanda, would you please go get your siblings?" Magneto asks in a kind voice and Wanda nods.

"Sure." Wanda responds softly, walking up the stairs slowly, heading towards her siblings rooms.

She knocks on Lorna's first, the youngest girl coming out wearing a dark green dress and her green hair kept nicely behind her head.

"Dad wanted me to get you guys." Wanda offers. "Wanted to make sure that you were first so you wouldn't have to hear Pietro and Peter fight."

Lorna nods. "Thanks."

Wanda offers a nod in response, before slowing her pace down to Pietro's room.

He was the furthest from hers, and she knocks slowly, before realizing the door was open.

She sighs, opening the door slowly, to see her brother asleep on his bed.

"Пьетро." She says softly, pressing a hand to her head and sighing lightly as she enrolls her eyes.

She heads towards her brother, before slapping his arm, immediately waking him up.

"Hey!" He yells, narrowing his eyes. "Why'd you do that? That actually hurt."

Wanda rolls her eyes. "Dad made us dinner. He'll be expecting you soon. I'm going to get Peter."

When Wanda says her final words, Pietro scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"Пьетро." Wanda warns, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Ванда" Pietro mocks in response.

Wanda narrows her eyes, scarlet magic coming onto her fingers as her eyes turn red and Pietro sighs.

"Fine, fine I'll go get changed and you can get Peter." He responds, and Wanda's magic fades.

"Great!" She smiles, walking out.

Pietro sighs. "How'd I get into this mess?" He asks himself, hitting the bed.

After a few seconds of it nothing, he gets up, deciding to walk, before he hits something and falls down, seeing it was a note from Peter.

A mocking one.

"Блядь!" Pietro curses, tearing the note apart as he quickly gets dressed.

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Wanda slowly knocks on Peter's door, her fist hitting it slowly.

Something fast hits her, and she almost falls to the ground but a steady hand stops her.

She looks at her brother, smiling slightly as he pulls her back onto her feet.

"Dinners ready." She smirks.

"Bet I'll beat you there." He responds.

"Hah! Not a chance." Wanda says with a smile.

"Bet." He answers, before beginning to run down the stairs.

She stands where she is for a few moments, staring off at the wall, crossing her arms over her chest slowly.

"Hey, you coming?" Peter asks, slowly walking up the stairs.

"What?" She asks, surprise lacing her voice. "What-oh, yeah, I'll be down in a few minutes."

Silence covers the room like a blanket, before Peter walks closer and speaks.

"Hey, you okay?" He questions.

She sighs. "No, not really." She murmurs softly, running a hand through her curls

"What's wrong?" He asks.

She shakes her head.

"Wanda, you can tell me. I'm your brother. I won't tell anybody else, I promise."

Wanda sighs, before looking at him. "I-somethings wrong. I don't know what it is, but someone-something-was in my head. They showed me images of stuff I don't understand."

"Do you know who it was?" Peter asks softly.

"That's the thing, they didn't tell me who they were." She whispers. "They said-"

"You aren't safe anywhere."

No.

"You're not a human being; you're a machine."

Stop.

"Wanda?" Peter asks, snapping her out of her mind.

"They-they said that I'm not safe here. That they'll tell me who I am after I'm safe." Wanda whispers.

Peter bites his lip, before looking directly at her: "That's not all, is it?"

Wanda sighs. "No. No, it's not."

Peter makes a face, which basically says, 'continue on, then', and Wanda says, "They said that I'm not a human being; that I'm a machine."

Peter sighs. "You know they're wrong, right? You're not a machine. You're apart of our family."

Wanda slowly smiles. "Yeah, you're right."

"I'm always right." He replies, wrapping his arms around her, and Wanda sighs into the embrace.

A few seconds later, something fast hits them, making them fall down.

"Beat you!" Pietro yells.

"We were having a moment!" Peter responds with a smirk, before running down the stairs.

Wanda smiles.

She loves her family.

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She falls asleep after dinner, pulling on a pair of silk pajamas and a red sweater, her head hitting her pillow, making her sigh.

It was only 9, which meant she could get at least 12-13 hours of rest, which wasn't bad from getting 3 hours of sleep because of training.

And rebuilding.

So, she falls asleep nicely.

Until she's abruptly woken up.

By that voice.

"The X-men are here to rebuild and the Avengers are coming. You must leave! Save them! This is what you're meant to do!"

Wanda's eyes open up, and she feels herself almost throw up.

They're going to be attacked.

So, quickly she has to think.

And she does.

Three words uttered.

Three words whispered.

"No more mutants."

And that changed everything.

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She wakes up not on Genosha.

She puts her hand out and thinks, before she sees scarlet magic flow around her finger tips.

She didn't lose her powers.

She stands up, seeing she was wearing a red dress.

The same one she wore at dinner.

In her hand are some bags.

She opens them up, seeing that there's her training clothes and other stuff.

Feminine products.

She smiles, before looking around.

Where was she?

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Stephen Strange puts down his book as he hears knocking on the door.

He slowly gets up, walking towards the door, surprised Loki wasn't up.

The God would usually be up at this time; it was 5am and it was still dark outside, which made sense since it was November.

Whatever. Maybe he had to contact someone or he was teaching someone.

Stephen didn't know nor care.

So, he slowly opens the door, seeing a woman with dark skin, her hair messily kept behind her, and she was wearing a long red dress.

"I need help." She whispers, before falling into his arms.

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'you're part of a machine, you are not a human being, with your face all made up, living on a screen, low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline'