Chapter 9: That's my outfit!
Wanda Maximoff often felt…underappreciated. No one bothered to put her in the movies. Oh sure, they put Phoenix in the movies, but not the Scarlet Witch! She sighed as she stood calmly amidst the chaos and screams of the battle on Alcatraz. "What is everyone running from, anyway?" she muttered. Then she saw why the people around her were suddenly being turned to dust. It was because of a red-haired woman who…oh, no." Wanda gritted her teeth. "It was one thing to exclude her from the trilogy; it was quite another to steal her outfit. That red trench coat is my trademark, she thought angrily. Now they were making Phoenix look like her! "What is this," she shouted at the sky, "some pathetic attempt to make up for never introducing my character?" "Don't blame me; I didn't design the costumes," a random voice answered. Wanda glanced around for the source, then shrugged and headed toward the destruction. She grinned evilly as an idea came to her. Wolverine was attempting to reach Jean but would soon be ripped to pieces. Even his healing ability couldn't withstand that. So the Scarlet Witch was going to even the odds a little. Phoenix frowned, why wasn't he disintegrating? Then she noticed Wanda standing off to the side, waving at her happily. Stupid probability-altering witch, she thought as Logan stabbed her.