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♡ '𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄' ♡

Wanda awoke with a groan; she had fallen into a dreamless sleep some time ago. Her body and mind finally succumbed to darkness after the strain of the mind stones power and the startling revelation of her newfound purpose.

Sitting upright on her cot, she could feel the strange buzzing of power in her veins traveling throughout her body from head to toe, alighting her nerves with warmth. Turning her head to look in the mirror confirmed once again that this hadn't been an elaborate dream. This was simply her new reality.

'The mindstone's quest will be difficult at best; at least as the Scarlet Witch, I'll stand a chance,' she thought to herself. Four out of six infinity stones were currently in space, the mind stone was in this facility somewhere, and the time stone would be guarded by the sorceress supreme if she had her timelines right.

Wanda shook her head to clear her thoughts, maroon hair swaying across her shoulders; she was getting ahead of herself. She wouldn't accomplish anything for the mind stone if she died at the hands of Hydras soldiers. She needed to escape if she wanted a chance in this new universe, and she'd take Pietro with her.

Pietro. Just the thought of her twin filled her chest with warmth and set her heart fluttering.

𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐀, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓

The twins were done. Tonight they were leaving the orphanage no matter what because the matrons had finally overstepped. Wanda and Pietro had learned to walk on eggshells, dutifully ignoring the whispers and disgusted glances of their caretakers who despised them. It wasn't because they were bad kids; no, the twins did their chores and helped their housemates without complaint; rather, their 'unusual closeness' seemed to unnerve the adults around them.

Of course, it was cute when they were younger, how they'd hold hands, finish each other's sentences, and only sleep cuddled together, but as they matured, the matrons grew uncomfortable with their constant contact. Today though, their caretakers crossed a line the twins weren't willing to ignore. They were planning to send Wanda away.

Wanda and Pietro paced across their small room, hurriedly throwing what little they owned into backpacks till they heard the hall's floorboards creak.

"And where do you think you two are going?" a familiar voice asked; the Matron held her head high and her nose even higher. They stilled at the voice of the head Matron, the one that hated them and their contact the most. The one who decided that sending Wanda away would change their feelings and actions towards the other.

"Matron Vera," Wanda greeted, fakely smiling, her whole body taut and tense as she turned around to look at the old, graying woman who had a problem with her since day one. Wanda never knew what she did to catch the ire.

"Wanda," the woman stated with a raised brow, looking down at the brunette girl no older than 15, and her eyes turned to the boy, the brother.

"We were uh-um," Wanda started nervously, fingers fittingly against the other - it was a nervous tick of hers that Pietro found adorable but hated that Matron Vera was making it happen. Pietro hated seeing his precious sister in pain or afraid, so he stepped forward, glaring at the woman, and stated with a firm voice, "We're leaving and we're not coming back. We'll never let you separate us!"

His voice shocked the Matron and even Wanda; she had never heard him so passionate or angry before. It left no room for argument, and Wanda couldn't help but see her brother in a new light.

Wanda nodded firmly at his words, took his hand, and told the Matron, "We're meant to be together, and you can't make us leave the other."

The Matron looked at them with a disgusted look and shook her head at the impureness of the children before her. "I will and I can! You too are not to be together, it's unnatural and disgusting and I will not have it under my roof."

Wanda shook her head adamantly at the woman and clutched her brother's hand closer, and defended their relationship, "We're not unnatural, we came from the same womb together, we're connected on a different level you don't understand and never will."

"Connected? Don't make me laugh. We are connected to God and nobody else!" The Matron told her, pointing her long fingernail at them.

"We're leaving then!" Pietro yelled, stepping back and grabbing the two bags filled with their merger possessions - the ones they managed to scavenge from their house and some clothes.

The Matron shook her head 'no,' but the twins wouldn't take no for an answer; they would never allow themselves to be separated. They were each other's hearts and very souls.

The twins wouldn't lose each other. They were leaving tonight, no matter what. Choosing to ignore Matron Vera, Pietro tugged on Wanda's shirt sleeve, directing her to the opened window and away from the judgy hag that was now blocking the door.

Their room was on the ground floor. If they were fast enough, they could jump and make a run for it. Once they were out of the confines of the orphanage, the matrons wouldn't bother going after them; it'd be a waste of time. But things were never that simple.

Wanda screeched as the graying hag seized her bicep. "You're not going anywhere you little heathens," she hissed, attempting to drag the girl away. "NO" Pietro cried, panicked; he wouldn't let her hurt his sister.

It all happened so fast. One moment Matron Vera's nails were sunk into Wanda's pale flesh, and the next, she was on the ground. Pietro hadn't even realized he had moved until a sickening crack reached the twins' ears, and the woman's violent words faded into an eerie silence.

Wanda was the first to move, this time slowly guiding her brother to the window. "Pietro," she whispered, trying to shake him from his dazed state. When she got no response, Wanda cupped his cheek in her hand. Tilting his head toward her, she kissed his lips delicately. "Thank you," she whispered against him.

"We need to go" was all he could bring himself to say, nodding Wanda clasped his hand in her own as they disappeared out the window. They had little money and no idea where they would go, but they had each other, and no one could take that from them.

Wanda shook the memory from her mind. If they were going to make it out alive together, they'd need to tap into their new powers.

From what she remembered of Marvel movies and comics, Wanda Maximoff was exceedingly powerful. The Scarlet Witch had the power to warp reality itself, but she was currently only a reflection of the goddess she could be, having yet to tap into her chaos magic. Wanda would have to rely on the basics and save casting spells for another day.

The Scarlet Witch's powers were very similar to the fiery redhead, Jean Grey. They both majored in psionic magic but had different energy sources, Wanda with the Lovecraftian beast Cthon, while Jean had the Phoenix Force amongst her mutant powers. Wanda already had her powers even before the mind stone's influence; she was a mutant, and magic was in her blood. She used it when she was young by lowering the probability of the stark bomb going off; it was a coincidence.

Her memories were fuzzy before the bomb, which would make sense, it was traumatizing, but she could remember blurry images of places and people. She remembered the skin-biting cold of Mount Wundagore and the pain that came from that place. Even if she couldn't remember exactly what happened, she knew.

Wanda and Pietro were born in Mount Wundagore, where the elder god Chton's power touched herself and Pietro, giving him a conduit into our world. Being touched by Cthon gave Wanda her chaos magic. She knew that she was experimented on alongside Pietro by The High Evolutionary when they were young.

In the end, everything depended on what universe they were in, but Wanda Maximoff was powerful in every universe.

She had an armory of powers, and from what she already showcased was; telekinesis, mental and emotional manipulation, telepathy, witchcraft, and the art of psionics and everything that came under that.

Raising her hands towards her face Wanda examines her hands, trying to copy every fantasy hero she'd read of in her previous life by focusing on moving the buzzing to the tips of her fingers. Her efforts were rewarded by small red sparks igniting at the tips of her fingers. Turning her palm up, Wanda focused more power into her hands as her sparks turned to dark red wisps that snaked between her fingers. The feeling was unlike any other, a rush of power and euphoria that the girl never wanted to end. The wisps grew, spreading like smoke around her body, across the floors, and climbing the walls of the room as she fed them more power. It was new and powerful and overall beautiful.

But beautiful things don't last forever. There is only one certainty in this new world, chaos.

It was supposed to be easy and simple, there were no thoughts of destruction or even chaos, but it had happened. She was drunk on the mesmerizing red swirls of powers, she had never had power in any life, and she loved the light caress and warmth that came off the beautiful chaos. 

The feeling of warmth flowed throughout her whole body, setting her veins alight with power and heat. She let too much power in, and now it demanded release. Blood-red energy engulfed the room scorching the walls on contact. Wanda was so mesmerized by her newfound power she didn't hear her mirror shatter.

It was an accident, but she couldn't help but smile at the display of raw power. The Scarlet Witch was extremely powerful; now, the power was hers.

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