English isn't my first language, my vocabulary is a little basic.

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Here Something Really Could Happen

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Chapter 1

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"I thought it was easy

I never thought that I would find you,

In my T-shirt, in my jacket

Standing in your shoes."

Wanda's POV

As I walked through the bustling streets of Manhattan, I was struck by just how large the city was. I had chosen to wear a hoodie and cap, concealing my recently dyed orange hair from any potential enemies. The warm summer air caused my long locks to dance about, while honks and sirens blared everywhere. Despite the chaos, I still found myself asking for directions and questioning whether or not coming here was a wise decision.

It had been weeks since we escaped from the Raft, that godforsaken prison. Bucky had gone to Wakanda to see if they could treat his mental condition, courtesy of T'Challa himself. Apparently, Wakanda had the best medical technology in the world. It seemed like the King was one of us after all.

Steve never failed us, and I had no regrets about standing by his side. However, I couldn't shake the memory of being in that cold, white room. I couldn't help but wonder if I was partly responsible for everything that had happened. Clint had assured me that it wasn't entirely my fault, that everyone in the team had made mistakes. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I had lit the spark that set everything in motion.

Ultron's words echoed in my mind, "You will tear them apart from the inside." Had I really done that? Did I deserve to have that shock collar around my neck? Perhaps signing the Accords would have been the right decision. Then again, it all started because of me.

Ever since my parents died, my world had been shattered, and hate consumed me. I was so consumed with revenge that I offered myself up to Hydra for experimentation. They turned me into something else, something inhuman. How could I have been so foolish, thinking that this would solve anything? How could I have been so blind as to help Ultron in the beginning? I had goaded Dr. Banner into destroying Johannesburg, and I was the one who had killed the people of Sokovia. Pietro's death was on me. It was all my fault.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I gave a deep breath, trying to suppress the sobs that threatened to escape. I shoved my hands into my pockets and inadvertently bumped into someone. Quickly apologizing, I tilted my head down, hoping to hide my face. I picked up my pace and continued on to my next destination.

As I walked past a newsstand, my eyes caught a glimpse of the Daily Bugle. The front page featured the same news about the bomb at the UN and the Accords. I wasn't interested in reading more about it, so I flipped to the next page. There, I saw an article about Stark selling the Avengers tower. Apparently, Oscorp and a scientist named Reed Richards had bought it. I wasn't familiar with either of them. On the opposite page, there was an article about Spider-Man, who had been labeled a menace for catching a mercenary with robotic wings that sold alien weapons. The mercenary had dropped and destroyed a plane on Coney Island. I vaguely remembered fighting that guy in Germany. I didn't know who he was, but he sounded young and agile. He was obviously from around here, but it wasn't any of my concern.

The only time I had been to the tower was when we had planned to take down Ultron. I wasn't particularly fond of the building, but as an Avenger, I spent most of my time at the new facility upstate. I didn't know why Stark had sold it, but I hoped he was doing okay. Nobody deserved what had happened to us.

I decided to join the Avengers, believing that I could change for the better. Helping others, making a difference, putting aside my dislike for Stark - I thought I had a chance for once. It felt like I had a family again. They welcomed me despite my attempt to eliminate them, and despite my insecurities. Steve was like an older brother to me - not only did he lead us, but he also guided me and the others, always keeping his word. We all had a hard past, had lost so much, and that was one reason why the group stayed united, for some time. I grew closer to Vision, knowing that his intentions were good. I realized that the android really had a heart and feelings after all.

Lagos was that water drop that spilled the glass. The burden of guilt of those lost lives weighed heavily on my shoulders. I saw their faces every day in my head - it was a form of torture that I could never forgive myself for. Now I knew why they wanted me locked up - they feared me, afraid of what I could do. And so did I.

When Steve came for us, he told us about the confrontation between him, Stark, and the Winter Soldier. We knew that Barnes was innocent, that he was brainwashed by Hydra, just like me, and that it wasn't him who 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 that the other five super soldiers were an excuse by a Sokovian man who only wanted to bring us together, to see us fall apart. He didn't go into more details, but he looked sad. We knew that our lives would never 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 at the Liberty State Park and got my ticket. I waited for the next ferry and departed to Liberty Island. I went to the upper deck to have a better view. There were lots of tourists around me taking pictures to remember - I could have done the same, but I preferred not to. I just leaned on the railing and watched while I listened to the audio tour.

We disembarked at the dock, and the Mother Liberty stood with great dignity on the pedestal. It had to be one of the most visited landmarks in the world. I walked around America's most popular symbol alone, and a kind photographer approached me and asked if I would like a picture. I agreed, and I paid for my printed photo.

I looked out towards the New York Harbor, the tall skyscrapers reflecting on the shore and the vibrant 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 spent months on the Raft, on the verge of losing all hope. Then after Cap broke us out, we went our separate ways, with Scott and Clint going into house arrest. Damn, it really went bad for us.

Cap asked me where I would have liked him to drop me. I told him and Natasha that I needed time alone. Though there was some tension between us after our confrontation, we came to an agreement. They treated me like a kid, promising to check in and stay low, but I knew they did this because they cared about me. He gave us a flip phone so we could all stay in communication. I spoke with Vision on the phone, and he insisted on coming with me, saying that it could be too risky for Ross to locate 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.

As dusk fell and the city grew colder, I made my way back to my hostel. Despite my best efforts, I found myself lost in an unfamiliar part of town. The desolate streets were eerily quiet, and not a single cab passed by. A sense of unease crept over me, and I quickened my pace, hoping to find my way back soon. "Why did I even come here?" I muttered to myself, berating my decision to venture out alone. I should have stayed with the others, where it was safe. As I walked, I cast furtive glances over my shoulder, half-expecting someone to jump out at me.

My worst fears were realized when a rough hand covered my mouth and grabbed me, cutting off my air supply. I struggled against my attackers, but they were too strong. My heart raced as I saw a knife glinting in front of my face. "Give us everything you have, honey," one of them snarled.

I was filled with a white-hot rage. Why did this always happen to me? Why were there still people in this world who would resort to such heinous acts? I could have easily taken them down with my powers, but the risk was too great. If they saw me, they could expose me and jeopardize everything I had worked for. I was about to fight back when the knife was suddenly yanked out of the attacker's hand and into the air.

We all looked up to see a figure hanging from a nearby pole. "Hey man, that's not very polite to do to a lady, you know?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Oh no, not that guy.

[A/N]: 2B Continued...

I've never been to NYC, I hope I described it right.

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