[A/N]: Hi! This is a new project I started.
Wanda is close to Vision and appreciates him, but before she could accept his offer, she decides to have some time alone, but promises to come back. She goes to NYC, to "clear her mind", where she meets Peter, and the rest is history.
English isn't my first language, my vocabulary is a little basic.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
All characters belong to Marvel Comics/Marvel Studios.
This is made for fun.
Magic Webs
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Chapter 1
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Wanda's POV
The city is bigger than I expected.
I walked through the streets of Manhattan, or so I thought it was.
I'm wearing a hoodie and a cap, hiding myself from any known faces. My recently dyed orange long hair swooshes by the warm summer air. Honks and sirens are heard everywhere and again I'm finding myself asking for directions, and asking myself if it was a good idea to come here.
It's been roughly weeks since we escaped from the Raft, our godforsaken cells. Bucky went to Wakanda to see if his mental condition could be treated, courtesy of T'Challa himself, saying they have the best medical tech in the world. It looks like the King turned out to be one of us at the end.
Steve never fails us, and I still not regret being on his side. But then I remember being in the cold and white room and can't help but to think that everything that happened, in part, was my fault. Clint assured me it wasn't, but everyone's. That everyone in the team had made mistakes. But I just feel like I lighted that flame.
I remember Ultron's words, "You will tear them apart from the inside." Did I? Did I deserve to have a shock collar around my neck?
Maybe I should've signed those stupid Accords, maybe not. No, it all started because of me.
My whole world shattered ever since my parents died, and then hate consumed me. I was so locked up on revenge that I offered myself to Hydra to experiment on me, they turned me into something else. How could I be so stupid, thinking how that could solve anything? How could I be so blind to help Ultron at the beginning? Raging Dr. Banner to destroy Johannesburg? I murdered Sokovia, my people. And Pietro... I did this to him. It's all on me.
A tear slides down my cheek from my damp eyes. I give a deep breath and try to not to break a sob. Distracted, my hands are in my pockets and suddenly I accidentally bump into a person.
I apologized, tilting my head down, trying to hide my face. I suck my feelings inside, I quicken my pace and I head to my next stop.
I walked past a newsstand and took a look at a Daily Bugle paper. It was the same news about the bomb at the UN in the front page and the position of the governments about the Accords. I didn't want to know anything more about it so I flipped the page and read about Stark selling the Avengers tower. There was a debate on the article that was apparently interesting for the public wether a company called Oscorp and a scientific named Reed Richards bought it. I wasn't sure who any of them were. On the other page I saw something about the "Spider-Man" being called a menace and getting highly criticized about catching a mercenary with robotic wings who sold alien weapons, dropping and destroying a plane on Coney Island. A whole plane. I did remember that guy who I fought on Germany. I had never seen him and I didn't know who he was either. God, where are all these new guys coming from? But he sounded young and seemed agile. He evidently was around here or lived here in New York, but again, that was none of my business.
The only time I was at the tower was when how we planned on taking down Ultron. I wasn't very fond of the building, but as an avenger I spent most of the time at the new facility upstate, but I really don't know the reasons why he sold it, but maybe Tony thought it wasn't worth it or it was useless now. I just hope he is doing okay. Nobody deserved what happened to all of us.
I decided to join the Avengers thinking I could change for good. Helping others, making a difference, putting aside my dislikes for Stark, and soon I felt like I really had a chance for once. I felt like I had a family again. They welcomed me despite the fact that I tried to eliminate them back then, despite my insecurities. Steve was like an older brother to me, not only leaded us but guided me and the rest, always keeping his word. We all had had a hard past life, lost so much, and I think that's a reason what kept the group united, for some time. I grew closer to Vision, I knew his intentions were good, I realized that the android really had a heart and feelings after all.
Lagos was the water drop that spilled the glass. Those lost lives carried as a burden of guilt on my back. I see them everyday in my head, as a torture. Something I could never forgive myself for. Now I know why they wanted me locked up. They feared me, afraid of what I can do. And so did I.
When Steve came for us, he did tell us about the confrontation between him, Stark and the Winter Soldier. We had known Barnes was innocent and didn't bomb the Assembly at Vienna, that he was brainwashed by Hydra, just like me, that it wasn't him that caused all the havoc. Signing The Accords wasn't safe, as it denied our freedom. I stood up for what I believed was right. Steve explained to us that the other five super soldiers were an excuse by a sokovian man that only wanted to bring them together, to see us fall apart. He didn't go into more details, but he looked sad. We knew our lives wouldn't be the same. Some called us legends, some called us fugitives, dangerous, criminals. The Avengers was now a name with nobody in it.
Later, I arrived to the Liberty State Park and got my ticket. I waited for the next ferry and departured to Liberty Island. I went to the upper deck to have a better view. Lots of tourists around me taking pictures to remember, I would too, but I preferred not to. I just leaned on the railing and watched, while I listened to the audio tour.
We descended on the dock and the Mother Liberty glared with greatness on the pedestal. It had got to be one of the most visited landmarks in the world. Alone, I walk around America's most popular symbol, as a kind photographer approaches me and asks if I would like a picture. I agree, and I pay for my printed photo.
I glance forward and see the New York Harbor, the tall skyscrapers reflecting with the shore and vigorous city. I wished I could take a picture, but it was too risky, they could track my phone. I had been to New York before, back at the Avengers Tower, when we planned on taking Ultron down. But I never had the chance to look through it.
We had passed months on the Raft, on the verge of almost losing all hope. Then after Cap broke us out, we went on our own paths, with Scott and Clint going in house arrest. Damn, it really went bad for us.
Cap asked me where he would have liked to drop me. I told him and Natasha that I needed time alone. Though there was some tension between all of us after our confrontation, we came to an agreement. They treated me like a kid, promising them to check in and stay low, but I know they did this because they cared about me. He gave us a flip phone so we could all be communicated. I spoke with Vision on the phone, he insisted to come with me, that it could be too risky of Ross locating me. But I said no. I didn't want to cause more trouble, and I could take care of myself, but I still kept myself low profile. I couldn't expose myself with my powers.
Dusk fell and I returned to the city. It was getting cold and I had to return to my hostel, but once again I was lost and I didn't know which part of the town this was. It was kind of a dead zone and no cabs were passing by. I got a little nervous and sped up my pace. Heavens, why here? I shouldn't have come in the first place. I should've just stayed with the others. I wasn't scared but I felt something wrong could happen. I turned to see back a couple of times as I was walking, until I felt a hand cover my mouth and my hands forcely on me, keeping me from breathing correctly.
"Give us everything you have, honey." Two men invaded me and demanded with a knife in front of my face. Just my luck. Why did this only happen to me? Why are there people who still do this? Rage took me, I wasn't in the mood for this. I could easily take them down in a wave of my hands, but I couldn't do it. Those were the rules. They could see who I am, and worse, tell someone else.
I was about to push them away when suddenly the knife on the man's hand got yanked off and up by something and we all looked up.
"Hey man, that's not very polite to do to a lady, you know?" A silhouette was hanging from the nearest pole.
It was him.
[A/N]: 2B Continued...
I've never been to NYC, I hope I described it right.
Let me know what you think.