A/N: I don't own Wanda Maximoff, she belongs to Marvel
Wanda stared at her reflection in the mirror. She'd been staying in this safe house about three months. Things out side were crazy, no one knew what was going on, no one knew who was right or wrong any more. Sides had been picked, and sometimes, she wondered who she even was, she wasn't even sure of that anymore.
Her father was a terrorist, the man who had raised he wasn't even her father, and now her brother was dead. She blinked back tears wondering what would have happened if she just let go, if she just let her powers do what they wanted to do, alter everything, fix everything. She knew she couldn't do it, knew it would be the wrong decision, but a part of her still wished she could just hex the world into being what she wanted.
A smile crossed her lips. She could change everything, she shouldn't. It was wrong, a misuse of her powers, but right now, right and wrong didn't seem to mean much. She was on the right side. Pietro had been on the right side and he was dead. Her father was on the wrong side and the whole world feared him.
Fear was power, Wanda realized, maybe, just maybe she wouldn't mind being feared a little bit. She ripped off the Avengers badge, threw it towards the wall and hexed it in midair. It fell to the ground, a charred mess of bits and pieces.
Waving her hand over her costume, it changed. Her hair flew around her head as she used her power, as she started weaving her own version of a world that had done her wrong, a world that was no longer a place she wanted to live in. Soon, everything would be better and the whole world would realize just who she was – the Scarlet Witch had risen again.