"Time. Space. Reality. It's more than a linear path. It's a prism. Of endless possibility. Where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities. Creating alternate worlds from the one you know. I am the Watcher. I am your guide through these vast new realities. Follow me. And ponder the question... what if?.
"Wanda Maximoff. Former agent of HYDRA, former member of Captain America's rogue Avengers, the prophecised Scarlet Witch, now living as a sitcom housewife in New Jersey as she grieves for the android she loved."
"Wanda. Who is doing this to you, Wanda? Wanda? Can you hear me? I'm here to help you." A tinny voice crackled over the radio, only just managing to break through the Hex's energy signature.
"Maximoff was a star. Her rage and grief burning so brightly, burning whoever got close. In the world you know, grief caused her to collapse into a black hole, her hex consuming ever outwards to fill the gnawing emptiness at its core. But in this reality, she was a neutron star, collapsing in on herself. When she heard the call of S.W.O.R.D., she curled herself into the metaphorical fetal position, refusing to face the world, wishing to shrink away. Well... be careful what you wish for."
----
Outside the city limits, S.W.O.R.D. watched the Hex shudder and groan, contorting and rewriting itself to suit its conjurer's subconscious desires, closing in on itself as Wanda did.
"Does anyone have eyes on Maximoff?" Hayward demanded as he stormed into the main control room.
"Uh can't say we do." Darcy sighed as she pointed to the old fashioned television, Wanda's empty clothing fluttering to the floor.
"Where'd she go?" The director barked.
"I think... she may have melted from a magical overload." Darcy grimaced.
"But the Hex is still active." Hayward frowned. "Shrunken, glitching, but active." He shook his head. "Clear out for now until it settles. We'll be back later."
----
Wanda Maximoff held her pounding head as she sat back up. "Oh god. Did I fall from somewhere or... or..." The Avenger trailed off because she very quickly noticed that she was nude. Now that was odd. They didn't have nudity in the sitcoms of the 1960s. In fact not even no holds barred sitcoms like Family Guy ever showed someone in their full uncensored glory. So where did her outfit go?
Looking around, Wanda guessed that she was in some sort of mine, the ground directly beneath her feeling soft and somewhat unstable with a faint light up ahead where the opening was.
Well... every sitcom had done the whole "Naked person locked outside" cliche.
Trudging along the uneven surface, Wanda managed to jump out of the mine's mouth and into a forest. Looking up, Wanda was at least thankful that it was night out. Less chance of being spotted. "Now which way is... hoooooome?" She asked, voice rising up several octaves as she saw Dottie's gazebo. Under normal circumstances, this would not be a sight worth recording.
But given that the gazebo was larger than Ultron's meteor, Wanda considered it somewhat noteworthy. And as her heart pounded, she steadily understood what had happened to her outfit. She'd shrunk right out of it. This "forest" was nothing more than Dottie's lawn.
"Ok." Wanda said to herself as she began walking. "Don't panic. You know how to get home from Dottie's."
It was just as her little feet had touched the sidewalk that Wanda felt herself be lifted off them as something sharp jabbed itself into her stomach.
Feeling herself be lifted up and down, Wanda looked up to see that she'd become stuck on the tip of a high heeled shoe. Following it up, Wanda felt her pale skin lose even more colour when she Agnes. How small was she that Agnes looked more terrifying than Thanos?
She shook her had. Agnes was nosy but she was harmless. "Agnes!" Wanda called as the high heel continued slamming itself down. Wanda clenched her teeth as she felt her cheeks roughly slam into the concrete. Better hurry this up before she bruised. "Agnes!" Wanda called again, sending a bolt of magic at her neighbor's ankle.
It did the trick. Agnes stopped and looked right down.
"Oh. Hello there little one." Agnes smiled.
Wanda's smile melted off her face. Agnes didn't look confused. She looked like she'd been expecting this. Suddenly Wanda felt herself be seized, looking down to see dark purple energy, a sharp contrast to the monochrome environment, lift her upwards to Agnes' billboard sized face. With a toothy smile that looked right out of a dragon's story.
"I thought I'd sensed a big burst of magical power." Agnes continued, her finger leisurely twirling Wanda around. "What a small result." She cackled.
Disoriented from the spinning but understanding that she was in danger, Wanda pooled her power once again trying to escape or get the advantage.
What happens next?
1) Wanda teleports herself away but only manages to get inside Dottie's house as the housewives mingle. Winding up on the food table, Wanda has to try and get someone's attention before Agnes finds her.
2) Thinking only of being bigger than Agnes, Wanda succeeds in shrinking down her would-be tormentor to an inch tall... relative to Wanda.
3) Agnes stops Wanda in her tracks. Cutting off the Sokovian's access to magic, Agnes takes her home for some... prodding.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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