A/N – After Wanda's memory gets messed with.
Wake Up!
Why can't I wake up?
What's wrong?
Something's wrong, I just know it is. What is it?
Who's talking to me? Who is that? Do I know you?
Do I know anyone?
Am I loved?
Whoever it is, just go away and let me sleep! Stop it! Stop trying to wake me up!
Just let me sleep in the…dark.
No! Wait! Don't leave me alone! Don't leave me in the dark!
Please…
"NO!" the female gasped as she sat up suddenly, panting with eyes wide in fright.
I'm safe. Nothing to worry about…no…no I'm not safe. Wait, why? Why am I not safe? Isn't Dad going to protect me? No…wait…he never saves me…what? Wait, that makes no sense! Why isn't that right? Dad's always been there for me…right?
The female looks over at where the rain lashed the windows. "I hate the rain," she mumbled.
Wait…I've always loved the rain. Why do I hate it? What's wrong with me?
The female looks down in confusion at her hands, forehead furrowed in thought.
Who am I?
Oh, that's right I'm…
"Wanda Maximoff."