p style="text-align: center;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"strongWanda/strong/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"Vision was dead./p
p style="text-align: left;"Pietro was dead./p
p style="text-align: left;"My parents were dead./p
p style="text-align: left;"I was completely alone./p
p style="text-align: left;"I drove over to where the map showed me to. Where Vision and I planned to grow old together. I found a house, it was torn down. I walked over to it and sobbed./p
p style="text-align: left;"And then, something else happened. I screamed./p
p style="text-align: left;"All I remember was the unbearable pain, the grief. It overtook me. I remember everything around me changing, I didn't know what was happening./p
p style="text-align: left;"And then, I was in a house. Everything was black and white. I wore a 50s style dress. And standing in front of me, was Vision./p
p style="text-align: left;""Wanda." He said. "Welcome home."/p
p style="text-align: left;"I stared at him. Happy. He was alive. But how? Whatever, it didn't matter. I was just happy to be with him./p
p style="text-align: left;"I was finally with Vision, and we could live our dream life, with absolutely no repercussions at all./p
p style="text-align: center;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"strongPercy/strong/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"I couldn't speak./p
p style="text-align: left;"I couldn't move./p
p style="text-align: left;"But the worst part was the pain. The grief./p
p style="text-align: left;"I needed to find Annabeth and the others. But how? There was nothing I could do./p
p style="text-align: left;"Not only that, but they aged me. I still looked the same, but judging by the few conversations I unwillingly had with other people, I was 22, and apparently married too. Who was I married to? I had no idea./p
p style="text-align: left;"Why was I 22? I had no idea./p
p style="text-align: left;"I hadn't seen any children yet, which confused me. Especially because acccording to "Dotty", my apparent nextdoor neighbour, tomorrow was a talent show, that was also a fundraiser, apparently one "for the children."/p
p style="text-align: left;"The thing was, as far as I was concerned, The Avengers didn't know about the Greek and Roman gods. By now, I had realised that Wanda Maximoff was controlling all of us with her creepy mind powers. But if she didn't know about the gods, perhaps she didn't know how to restrain our powers.../p
p style="text-align: left;"I needed water. I had to wait until my "character" decided to go back home and wash his face or something. Until then, my character, named "James" would just have to wait./p
p style="text-align: left;"Right now, I was walking my dog of whom I didn't know the name of, while chatting with everybody I came across. I wanted to be seventeen again. I wanted my free will back. And I wanted stuff to have color, not just be all black and white. One of the people I came across was named Agnes./p
p style="text-align: left;""Oh hey there! You must be the new guy in town, James! Sorry, did I say James? I meant Percy. Percy Jackson."/p
p style="text-align: left;"I panicked. out of everybody I'd talked to nobody had referenced my real life. I knew she was bad news. She didn't even try to hide it./p
p style="text-align: left;""I'm hosting a tea party tonight. Would you and your wife like to come?"/p
p style="text-align: left;"Uh oh. I knew that the tea party was a death trap. But I had no control in this body. My character did./p
p style="text-align: left;""Sure! I'd love to come! When is it?"/p
p style="text-align: left;""Tonight! 6:00 PM sharp! It'll be great! There will be tons of people there! See you then!"/p
p style="text-align: left;"That was it. I scowled internally. I had just walked into the most obvious death trap of all time./p
p style="text-align: left;"Vision was dead./p
p style="text-align: left;"Pietro was dead./p
p style="text-align: left;"My parents were dead./p
p style="text-align: left;"I was completely alone./p
p style="text-align: left;"I drove over to where the map showed me to. Where Vision and I planned to grow old together. I found a house, it was torn down. I walked over to it and sobbed./p
p style="text-align: left;"And then, something else happened. I screamed./p
p style="text-align: left;"All I remember was the unbearable pain, the grief. It overtook me. I remember everything around me changing, I didn't know what was happening./p
p style="text-align: left;"And then, I was in a house. Everything was black and white. I wore a 50s style dress. And standing in front of me, was Vision./p
p style="text-align: left;""Wanda." He said. "Welcome home."/p
p style="text-align: left;"I stared at him. Happy. He was alive. But how? Whatever, it didn't matter. I was just happy to be with him./p
p style="text-align: left;"I was finally with Vision, and we could live our dream life, with absolutely no repercussions at all./p
p style="text-align: center;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"strongPercy/strong/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"I couldn't speak./p
p style="text-align: left;"I couldn't move./p
p style="text-align: left;"But the worst part was the pain. The grief./p
p style="text-align: left;"I needed to find Annabeth and the others. But how? There was nothing I could do./p
p style="text-align: left;"Not only that, but they aged me. I still looked the same, but judging by the few conversations I unwillingly had with other people, I was 22, and apparently married too. Who was I married to? I had no idea./p
p style="text-align: left;"Why was I 22? I had no idea./p
p style="text-align: left;"I hadn't seen any children yet, which confused me. Especially because acccording to "Dotty", my apparent nextdoor neighbour, tomorrow was a talent show, that was also a fundraiser, apparently one "for the children."/p
p style="text-align: left;"The thing was, as far as I was concerned, The Avengers didn't know about the Greek and Roman gods. By now, I had realised that Wanda Maximoff was controlling all of us with her creepy mind powers. But if she didn't know about the gods, perhaps she didn't know how to restrain our powers.../p
p style="text-align: left;"I needed water. I had to wait until my "character" decided to go back home and wash his face or something. Until then, my character, named "James" would just have to wait./p
p style="text-align: left;"Right now, I was walking my dog of whom I didn't know the name of, while chatting with everybody I came across. I wanted to be seventeen again. I wanted my free will back. And I wanted stuff to have color, not just be all black and white. One of the people I came across was named Agnes./p
p style="text-align: left;""Oh hey there! You must be the new guy in town, James! Sorry, did I say James? I meant Percy. Percy Jackson."/p
p style="text-align: left;"I panicked. out of everybody I'd talked to nobody had referenced my real life. I knew she was bad news. She didn't even try to hide it./p
p style="text-align: left;""I'm hosting a tea party tonight. Would you and your wife like to come?"/p
p style="text-align: left;"Uh oh. I knew that the tea party was a death trap. But I had no control in this body. My character did./p
p style="text-align: left;""Sure! I'd love to come! When is it?"/p
p style="text-align: left;""Tonight! 6:00 PM sharp! It'll be great! There will be tons of people there! See you then!"/p
p style="text-align: left;"That was it. I scowled internally. I had just walked into the most obvious death trap of all time./p