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Chaos Magic + Magic Hands = Scarlet Witch❤

Elizabeth Olsen as Wanda Maximoff.

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It’s me, hi. I’m the problem, it’s me.

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Wanda was not a stupid woman; she left no evidence behind. Sure, there was regret that she had to kill the child, but she believed it was necessary. Nonetheless, life moves on. Wanda was getting ready for work after finishing her tea, when she heard the loud knock on the door. When she heard it was the FBI, she rolled her eyes, finding it incredibly annoying. "Can't they ever just leave me alone?" she muttered under her breath as she walked towards the door. Wanda knew they didn’t have much on her other than the tragic fact that her children had passed away. She had been careful, meticulous even, in covering her tracks. Opening the door, she put on her best concerned expression, ready to face whatever accusations they might bring. Opening the door, she covered herself with her sleeping robe and met Agent Aaron Hotchner and Dr. Spencer Reid. Of course, Wanda didn't mention or show that she knew them as she opened the door, instead she feigned surprise and concern. "Agents, what brings you here so early in the morning?" she asked, her voice tinged with just the right amount of worry.

Internally, Wanda was calculating her next move, assessing the possible reasons for their visit. She wondered if they had found a new piece of evidence or if they were simply fishing for more information. As she maintained her feigned innocence, she reminded herself to stay calm and collected, knowing that any slip-up could unravel the careful facade she had constructed. "Please come in, it's quite cold outside," Wanda said softly, inviting them in. She stepped aside, allowing the agents to enter her home, all the while maintaining her composed demeanor. As they walked in, she subtly observed their body language, searching for any clues about their intentions. Wanda knew exactly who these two were; she had done her homework. She knew about Aaron Hotchner's tragic past, how he lost his wife and was now a single father. If she were honest with herself, she found him rather attractive. Then there was Dr. Spencer Reid, the brilliant but socially awkward profiler whose intellect was as intimidating as it was impressive. Despite her irritation at their intrusion, Wanda couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of admiration and curiosity towards the agents.

She respected their tenacity and intelligence, even if it was directed against her. In another life, she mused, perhaps she could have been one of them, using her skills for justice instead of evasion. She couldn't deny that they were both strikingly attractive in their own ways. Hotchner's stoic strength and Reid's enigmatic intellect were qualities that drew her in, despite the circumstances. As she led them to the living room, she maintained her poised front, all the while keenly aware of the understated tension in the air. Grabbing her cup of tea from the kitchen, she headed to the living room, trying to keep her hands from trembling. "So, what brings the FBI out here this early?" she asked, settling into her chair and taking a delicate sip, her eyes never leaving theirs.

The case had crossed Aaron Hotchner's desk with the label of priority. Multiple police departments had requested the FBI's help on similar cases - so many so that it was horrifying. And with the crossing of state lines for this, at the time, mystery unsub who was killing fathers, it was only a matter of time before the behavior analysis unit of the FBI had taken the case.

So many men killed in what seemed like such a short span of time and so the team had each gone different ways. Some heading to precincts in one state and others to different ones - Garcia and Hotch had stayed behind at Quantico to try and work the case from their home-base. It was JJ first who floated the idea that their unsub could be a woman jaded - someone who had suffered a loss of some sort that had her sticking these random men as placeholders for the man who had hurt her. As Garcia dug into backgrounds, it became obvious why these men had been chosen. Some strange mix of a wound collector and a vigilante - killing men who were seen as not fit father figures to their children.

It was the latest case that affected Aaron Hotchner the greatest - the discovery of not only another adult male victim, but also a child. One close in age to Jack. The reminder of the world's monsters who hurt children would never cease and neither would his fear for his son as he grew.

This case was also the first in which M.O had changed - the first child killed - and that guilt could be seen at the crime in the way there had been care taken to the child's body and the gentle way the boy had been murdered, almost as if their unsub had hesitated and regretted every second of her actions.

Garcia's tech wizardry skills had magically given them a suspect name. WANDA MAXIMOFF. A woman who fit the bill of having lost her own children - the trigger that was undoubtedly necessary to start this level of violence across their nation.

With nothing more than a name and a suspicion, Aaron and Spencer had showed up at her door to talk - to profile her reactions to questions they asked.

"Wanda Maximoff," a hard knock comes to the door, followed by Aaron's authoritative voice, "we're with the FBI, we have a few questions to ask."

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are you still there?

Although their encounter was short-lived, Wanda has always remembered the kiss they shared. Especially now, as she sees Axel after so many years, the memory floods back with startling intensity. She feels a familiar flutter in her chest, wondering if he remembers it too. Her heart races, and her cheeks flush with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She finds herself momentarily at a loss for words, her gaze locking onto his as if searching for a sign of recognition. The air between them seems to crackle with unspoken emotions, making her wonder what will happen next.

After all, Wanda did move on after their encounter, marrying Vision and having children of her own. Her life had taken a different path, filled with love and family, yet seeing Axel now stirred something deep within her. She couldn't help but wonder if the past would intrude upon her present, or if it was merely a fleeting moment of nostalgia. Or was it fate? She was now divorced and childless, her children having been mere creations of her powers. The reality of her situation left her feeling vulnerable, and she couldn't help but question if this reunion with Axel was a chance to revisit what might have been.

"You look good. How long has it been now? Six years?" Wanda asks with a smile, trying to break the tension. But Wanda couldn't help but feel nervous after all she had done, the weight of her past actions pressing heavily on her mind. Her smile faltered slightly as she awaited Axel's response, unsure of how he would react to seeing her again. The memories of her mistakes and the consequences they brought haunted her, making this reunion even more complicated.

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little cute tiny horns

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Catch me if you can.

Wanda didn't kill these fathers to make their children suffer; she simply believed that they didn't deserve these kind souls. Her twisted sense of justice drove her actions, convinced that removing them would ultimately benefit the world. Each act was meticulously planned, leaving no room for error or remorse. She specifically targeted single fathers who were too preoccupied with work, substance abuse, or alcohol to care for their children properly. Wanda believed that by eliminating these neglectful parents, she was giving the children a chance at a better future. Her dark crusade was fueled by a warped sense of righteousness, leaving a trail of sorrow in its wake. Of course, Wanda made sure that the children were taken care of afterwards; after all, she ran the largest foster home in the city. She ensured that these children were placed in loving, supportive environments that she personally oversaw. To the outside world, she appeared as a benevolent figure, tirelessly working for the welfare of the city's most vulnerable.

But it was this one fateful night that she was careless; after murdering the neglectful father, the child had accidentally seen what she did. Panic surged through Wanda as she realized the young boy's wide, terrified eyes were locked onto hers. For the first time, her meticulously crafted facade was at risk of unraveling. So she had to do what no woman wanted. With a heavy heart and trembling hands, Wanda approached the child, whispering soothing lies to calm him down. She knew her only option was to silence the boy forever. Tears streamed down her face as she made the tragic decision. Her whispered promises of peace mingled with the boy's quiet sobs. In that moment, Wanda's dark mission took on an even more sinister shade, one from which she could never turn back. Wanda gently laid the boy in his bed, brushing his hair away from his tear-streaked face. In a soft, trembling voice, she promised him that he'd see his father again, weaving a comforting lie to ease his fear. As she watched his eyes flutter closed, Wanda's heart ached with the weight of her irreversible actions. Once the boy fell asleep, Wanda grabbed a pillow, tears streaming down her face as she placed it over the boy's face."I'm so sorry, darling," she cried, as she began to suffocate him. Her sobs echoed through the room, mingling with the boy's muffled breaths, until silence prevailed.

As the room grew silent, Wanda's mind drifted to the memory of her own twin boys, who had been taken from her years ago. The pain of their loss surged through her, mingling with the fresh anguish of her current actions. She had justified her dark deeds as a way to save other children, but now she wondered if she was only perpetuating a cycle of suffering. But she couldn't think this way, as she swiftly began to clean any evidence of her presence, meticulously wiping down surfaces and removing any traces that could link her to the scene. She staged the room to look like a home invasion gone wrong, scattering belongings and creating signs of a struggle. With one last sorrowful glance at the lifeless boy, Wanda slipped out into the night, her heart heavy with the weight of her actions and the relentless darkness that now defined her path.

Once she was home, she showered, scrubbing away all traces of her heinous act. Before going to bed, she meticulously checked for any lingering evidence, but it was the nightmares of what she had done that haunted her throughout the night. Wanda tossed and turned, her mind replaying the harrowing scene over and over, leaving her unable to escape the torment of her own making. Morning had come so fast, and Wanda found herself getting out of bed to make herself tea. As she turned on the TV to see the news report of the murder she had committed the night before, a chill ran down her spine. "How tragic..." she whispered, filled with sadness as the anchor described the horrific scene.

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oh yes, they both reached for the gun

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“i just feel you.”

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Wanda & Zeitgeist being the oddest couple ever but also the cutest too. I can’t I just I can’t

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matthew stover will pay for his anidala crimes.

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when noah(@retriibutions ) matched my freak

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“You’ve never known religion So you wonder if its blasphemy to say you found it on his lips.”

— A revise of the last line of that last poem I posted about Quicksilver & Nightcrawler (via alphajudas)

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