Chapter 30

[Wanda's POV]

Lights were flickering when I blinked my eyes open. Beautiful women were walking all around my bed. One was gently dabbing my forehead with a wet towel. I grunted something, fidgeting in my bed. A fiery, hot pain raced up my side and I whimpered, alerting one of the women.

"Be still, child!" she ordered, rushing over to my side. "You have faced many trials. Your side is still not healed from the damage that was caused." Obediently, I stopped fidgeting and she gave me a small smile. "My name is Frigga. What do they call you?"

"Wanda Maximoff," I whispered, my throat suddenly dry and sore. Frigga snapped one of her fingers and a lady brought me a tall glass of clear water. I sipped at it thankfully and nodded to her. "W-Where's Ultron?"

"There was nobody in your party named Ultron when you arrived," Frigga explained, tilting her head slightly.

"Perhaps it was one of the men who accompanied your son?" suggested one of the maidens, and Frigga shook her head.

"They called themselves Clint and Steve," Frigga insisted, and my eyes widened with surprise and happiness. "You know these men?"

"They are my friends," I croaked out, taking another sip of water. "They mean no harm to me, unlike Ultron." Frigga nodded and snapped again. One of the maidens gave a small curtsy before rushing out of the room. "Where are we?"

"You are currently in the healing ward of Asgard," Frigga said, smiling slightly. "My son brought you here with your two friends, Clint and Steve. You were in very critical condition. I do not mean to sound rude, but I am surprised that you managed to pull through."

"That's my girl, tough as nails," a male voice chuckled. My frown gave way to a large smile as I turned to see Clint. In fact, small tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. "Now, now, don't cry or that'll ruin your image." I laughed and he took the open seat offered by Frigga. Steve wandered in beside Loki, both men relieved to see I was alright. "How are you feeling?"

"With everything that's happened, pretty ok," I commented. "How are you three? How did you...?"

Before I could continue, however, Loki cut me off with a blood-curling scream. The man dropped to his knees, his hands pressing hard at his temples. Frigga rushed to his side instantly, rubbing soothing circles on his back. Steve knelt by him and exchanged a few whispers with him before standing up.

"It's Emily," Steve whispered, and Clint shot up from his chair. "Something's happening to her..."

"Never, in all my travels, have I felt an evil this large before," gasped Loki, moaning as he clutched himself tighter. "Someone has a hold of her and refuses to let her go."

"I shall get my scrying mirror," Frigga said, leaping to her feet. The woman dashed off and Clint took her place once more, quietly asking questions to Loki. I swung my legs off of the bed and Steve gave me a look of horror.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" he demanded, striding over to me. "You were catatonic when we got you. You need rest."

"Loki," I whispered, ignoring Steve. The raven-haired man turned and looked at me, pain-filled tears streaming down his face. "I can project what you are feeling into an image, so we can see what is happening to Emily."

"Do it."

I closed my eyes and held my hands out, letting Clint, Steve, Loki, and I all fall into the image.

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The sun was setting in the background and I could feel the air beginning to become chilly. Clint was racing off towards a tree, where he had spotted Nate. The rest of us stood in shock and awe at the creature before us.

The woman was tall, with long, pure white air. The complete opposite of Loki's. There was not a speck of dirt on it, unlike her face, which was covered in muck and grime. Behind the woman, attached at her shoulder blades, were crimson wings, the color of blood. When the woman spoke, I could feel the ground underneath my feet shake.

"You really think that was a smart decision, Discord?" the voice rumbled. It was hers, but also not. It was deeper, more from the chest, and there was a hint of masculinity in it. "You mess with her family...Emily lets me mess with you."

"And who are you?" Charolotte demanded, causing all three of us to flip around. The woman held her ground despite the fact that her leg was severely bleeding. "Some demon that's possessed my daughter?"

"We both know you do not consider Emily your daughter," the voice chuckled again as Emily took two steps forward. An explosion went off, sending an uncomfortable shock wave through us, but as the flames died down, Emily was still visible, with not a scratch on her. She guffawed. "No more than you consider that god your husband." I gave a queer look to Loki, who promptly ignored me.

"You still haven't answered my question," Charolotte shot back, taking a few hesitant steps backwards.

"It is not becoming of me to reveal my true name to a petty thief like yourself," Emily roared, her voice echoing across the small meadow. She calmed down a bit and hissed, "You may call me...Titan."

And with that, Emily brought out her Wolverine claws and stabbed them into her mother's stomach.

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I screamed and released the hold, sending us all crashing to the ground of the healing ward. I gulped for air as my hands clawed desperately at the floor. I looked up at the three men around me, each of their faces' reflecting what I was feeling.

Finally, Clint was the one who spoke. "What. Just. Happened?"

"I've never seen that side of her," whispered Loki, his head in his hands again. "This isn't just some mood of hers...she's adapted some sort of sick power."

"Here it is," said Frigga, returning with a medium-sized mirror. She set it down on the floor, in the middle of the square the four of us had made. "Just ask away and it will reveal."

"Show me my daughter," Loki demanded, and all four of us peered in.

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Emily no longer had white hair or crimson wings. Her hair had regrown color and her wings were back to their beautiful chestnut. Right now, she held Nate in her arms as she dragged her feet back towards the farm house. Both children's eyes were filled with tears, but Nate made it more known that he was upset. Emily just had a blank look on her face, and she didn't make any sound.

"Nate? Emily?" a voice screamed, and that seemed to shake her out of her funk. Laura came running into the picture and Clint gave a sigh of relief when he saw Cooper and Lila beside her. "Oh my gosh..." Laura was shaking as she rushed towards the twosome. "Are you two alright?" Emily handed off Nate to Laura wordlessly before solemnly shaking her head. "Where's Discord?"

Emily just shook her head again and started to take two steps forward. However, once she did, she took two steps sideways and completely fainted.

A/N: Hey y'all. I apologize that I haven't fired out a chapter just yet. I've been running on fumes with chapter ideas and this chapter didn't particularly strike my interest, but I knew I needed to write it. I needed to post this chapter, get it out of my system, so tada! Remember, please leave any comments, questions, concerns, or conspiracy theories y'all may have.

Oh, darn, nearly forgot! This chapter is dedicated to FanGirlForever19, Anonymous-Sarah, and Gwendolyn Yuki (I believed I spelled all of those correctly. If I didn't, I apologize).

And have a Merry Christmas :) (or any other holiday you may enjoy this winter season)