"Okay, now that the show finished, we need to get you some food. I mean, for Gods' sake, you haven't even had popcorn before!" Darcy exclaims.
"Maybe another time?" I ask.
"Nope." she responds, popping the 'p'.
"As much as I want to struggle to get away from you, I don't have the energy for it." I whine.
"One more advantage for me." she replies.
Standing up, she playfully lunges towards me, hoping to get the upper-hand. Shifting aside, I push myself off of the couch, when she does something unexpected; she launches me farther into the air with her hands, at least another five feet. Panic takes control as I realize I'm about six feet above the floor. Snapping my eyes closed, I wait for the inevitable: but it never came. Slowly opening my eyes, all that can be seen is silver. My silver magic encases me like a bubble, shielding me from any threats. As the magic slowly dims, I see Darcy and Jane staring at me like they've never seen it before. The thing is; they haven't.
"She's a monster."
"Freak!"
"Demon."
Everything I thought they would say or think of me, when in reality, they surprised me.
"That. Was. Awesome!" Darcy exclaims.
"Yeah, that was really amazing." Jane says softly.
"Indeed, your sorcery was quite beautiful to behold!" Thor says in his usual booming tone.
"T-thanks..I'm gonna go to bed. G'night!" I wave slightly before rushing to the elevator in embarrassment.
'You idiot, now they just think you're some freaky magic teenager! They only cover their insults with fake kindness!' I think to myself as I press the button for the elevator.
When the elevator arrives, I step inside, quietly hoping no one would use it. Straw tears make their way down my face as a small sob wracks my body.
'Freak!'
'Monster!'
'Satan!'
'Demon!'
All at once, any form of insult, small or large, hurtful or puny come rushing from the back of my thoughts; masking any other things that were thought of moments ago. Like a wave, they just keep coming, never letting up. That, built upon by depression and emotional issues, made for a horribly petrifying ride in the elevator. That is, until the elevator suddenly stops on the 47th floor.
'Shitshitshitshitshit! Who the hell is coming into the elevator now?!'
As the doors open to reveal a familiar face, my emotions get the better of me. Wrapping my arms around my torso, attempting to comfort myself in a way.
"Hey, hey, you're okay. Shh. Shhh..." Wanda soothes as she unwraps my arms from around me, instead hugging me close.
"N-no I'm n-n-not. You d-don't get it!" I reply between sobs.
Feeling a slight tingle in my head, I immediately realize she's looking through my thoughts, searching for the issue. Too tired to stop her, I let my fake 'happy-go-lucky' demeanor fall away, instead replaced by my true self; a severely depressed teenage girl with bad emotional issues and was tortured for eight years. As the tingling in my head stops, her eyes grow wide slightly, not expecting what she found.
"Actually, I do. People always called me those things when I used my magic. They feared me. These people here do not fear you, they trust you. All they ask is that you trust them in return." she smiles kindly.
"Now, about that favor you asked of me..." she smiles brightly, a spark in her eyes.
"What favor?" I frown, wiping the tears from my face.
"You said you needed to remember something. I said that it would take a lot of energy out of me, so I needed to do it another time. Well, that other time is now." she grins.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that!" I shriek.
"Well then, let's go to your room to do it, for a little privacy." she says, pressing the button to my floor.
"That's fine with me."
"Good, because I want to get to know you a little better as well." she turns to me.
"That would be nice." I smile.
"Indeed, I hoped you would say that."
With a familiar 'ding', the doors open once again.
"You do realize that this entire floor is yours, right?" Wanda frowns.
"What?!" I ask.
"The entire floor is made up of different rooms customized for the person. Stark didn't tell you?" she raises a brow.
"Nope, but I'll defiantly explore later. Shall we?" I gesture to the doorway in front of us.
Grinning, she opens the door into my room. As she looks around the area, a look of shock clouds her features. Smirking, I walk over to the hidden button and the oh-so-familiar automated voice demands a name.
"Lumina Moon." I reply.
"Access granted." it reports as a small "click" sounds from behind me.
As the hidden doorway slides away, it reveals the room in its 'Garden' form from the last time I toggled with it's settings. Spinning behind me, Wanda's mouth forms an o.
"You can look all you want, but I'm going in." I smirk once again.
"Stark never mentioned being able to make secret rooms.." she mutters as she walks over.
"Heh, well this is a very high-tech secret room," I smile as I show her into the room, "Welcome to Constellation Cove."
"Woah.." she utters, gaping into the large area.
"Well, since we'll be needing somewhere to sit, I'll just.." I let my sentence trail, walking over to the familiar dial once again.
Flicking the notch to the 'Lounge' label, I quickly run back to Wanda and pull her to the safe spot by the door. With a loud 'clank-clink', the garden moves downwards into the storing. Moments later, the 'Lounge' comes hovering to the top. Latching back into place, the rest of the surrounding furniture pieces come sliding out from secret compartments in the walls, completing the look.
"..." Wanda gapes.
"Did I just leave Wanda Maximoff * dramatic gasp * speechless?!" I gasp, dramatically clutching my hand to my chest.
"Oh shut up.." she slaps my arm playfully.
"Well, you can probably tell I love stars." I laugh.
"No, I thought you liked clouds." she says sarcastically.
"OH!" I shriek, remembering something.
"What?!" Wanda screeches, startled.
"Follow me!"