This is an idea I've had for a while. if you like it let me know and maybe I'll write more of it.

-S

Chapter 1: Should've Taught That Lesson First

"Let's try this again," Dr. Stephen Strange said to his student, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And for the love of the cosmos, don't send us to a sulfurous hell dimension."

The last three attempts Wanda Maximoff had made at teleporting had been varying degrees of disastrous. It wasn't that she was failing at the task. It was quite the opposite. She was a little too good at magic. She was a rather exceptional student with above average natural abilities. The problem was that she had spent the first few years learning her powers with little to no supervision so the outcomes of her spells tended to be a bit chaotic.

Wanda had mastered many of the simpler skills rapidly. For levitation and telekinesis, she only needed to think whereas in his own learning Strange had concentrated until his nose bled to move even a feather. Much to the Sorcerer Supreme's chagrin, he had long ago realized that if Wanda continued her studies she could very well surpass his own abilities in a matter of months.

"Close your eyes, Wanda, and concentrate. Picture where you want to go. Be specific," the sorcerer instructed. He tapped his student's forehead. "See it in your third eye."

Wanda did as she was instructed. She took a deep, steadying breath in, held it for a few seconds, then slowly let it out. She brought her hands together in a relaxed prayer position over her heart. Her fingers twitched slightly as she imagined drawing the spell in a pool of white sand. Through her closed eyelids she could see the blazing light of the incantation as it formed in the aether around her.

She didn't see the change in the wrinkles around her teacher's eyes as he inspected the spell. Everything looked perfect. Every line and Sanskrit character was placed exactly as it should be. Every bit of it was in order except for one miniscule mark in the shape of a tiny lightning bolt. One tiny stroke in an otherwise flawless execution.

"Wanda…" Dr. Strange cautioned.

"I see it," Wanda replied in a sure voice.

"Wait!" The instructor started but it was too late.

Wanda's hands pulled apart with an audible snap and the spell was finished. Much to the shock and dismay of her teacher, she disappeared in a puff of perfumed mist.

"What do you mean you lost her?" Tony Stark's voice has the crisp air of annoyance and anger usually reserved for reprimanding his protege, Peter Parker. "Is she... dead?"

"No…" Strange replied noncommittally. "She probably survived the spell. I just haven't figured out where or when she ended up."

"That's just great, Stephen," Tony spat. "We sent her to you to train her. Now thanks to your mistake you can't even tell me where she is?"

"Or when," Strange added.

"You have got to be kidding." Tony pressed his lips together in frustration. "Just… just find her."

"It's times like these that make me wish I hadn't stopped drinking." Tony muttered as Strange disappeared into a portal.

There was a small popping sound at his feet and when he looked down there was a crystal glass of tea-colored liquid on the ground in front of him. Having had his fill of magic for the day, Tony decided to ignore the glass entirely. He sidestepped it and stalked in the direction of his lab.

I don't think this is right, a nagging voice in Wanda's mind warned as she tentatively opened her eyes.

A cool breeze brought the fresh scent of pine to her nostrils. A quick look around told her she was in a clearing surrounded by moss-covered evergreen trees. At least the ground felt solid underfoot.

Thank the gods for small favors. Wanda thought sardonically.

Rustling behind her caused Wanda to spin around in her heeled boots. The rustling changed to a WHOOSH and with little warning Wanda felt a presence at her back again.

There was definitely something out there. The fact that it didn't come out and face her made Wanda extremely nervous. In her experience, opponents who hid in the shadows (or trees, in this case) were rarely friendly.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Wanda said as she formed a small glowing ball of energy.

Her training had taught her to take the offensive whenever possible. She shot the energy at the presence. It wouldn't be enough to injury whoever was out there but it would make it clear that she wasn't going to be an easy victim.

She missed as her target easily WHOOSHED away. Her shot hit a tree instead and dissipated, blasting a few branches off in the process. Predictably her opponent ended up where it had originally been and Wanda's second shot hit it squarely.

"OOF!" A man's surprised voice grunted. It sounded as if as the impact had knocked him off his feet.

Serves him right for sneaking up on me. Wanda thought triumphantly.

"That was just a warning shot," Wanda threatened. She began spinning a new orb. "The next one's for real."

"Barry?" Caitlin Snow's voice sounded tinny in his headset.

"What's up, Caitlin?"

Barry Allen slowed from 760 to 698 miles per hour. It would hardly be noticeable to anyone but Barry himself and, of course, to Caitlin, who had a constant eye on Barry's vitals. Anyone else casually observing would only see a zoom of yellow lightning as the speedster raced through Central City.

It had become a nightly ritual for Barry to spend at least part of every evening patrolling the city. Iris insisted people needed to see their beloved local superhero regularly and Joe thought that it would dissuade would-be criminals if they thought The Flash was always just around the corner.

"There's a blip on the Metahuman sensor, a big one," Caitlin informed the Speedster. "You better check it out."

"I'm on it. Where?"

"In the woods at the south side of town." Caitlin continued. "Be careful. This one looks weird."

"Weird how?" Barry asked tentatively.

"I'm not sure. The readings are all over the board. It's similar to when Cisco vibes between dimensions."

"So we might have another visitor like Supergirl," Barry said.

"Or like Zoom," Caitlin corrected. "Barry, be careful."

"I'm always careful," Barry said with a smirk.

Exactly 17 seconds later, Barry landed hard on his backside.