Chaos magic works in extreme ways. There are no rules except for the ones the wielders make.

-Locke-

There was a book floating in front of me. It had appeared without warning, right after Tony and Vision had left.

The cover was black with strange symbols on the spine.

I don't know where it came from. Or what it was, given the fact it was subtly glowing with a red aura. All I knew, was that it was bad news.

My ears captured whispers coming from it. Whispers that promised power and escape from my predicament.

I looked around the interrogation room, hoping to find some sort of explanation for this phenomenon.

Books don't just appear out of nowhere. It had to be a prank, or some sort of trick.

However, there was nothing and no one else in the room with me.

Tony and Vision had already left, the Billionaire securing the lock on the door behind him to prevent my escape.

From the periodic sounds of explosions and rumbling that caused the entire room to shake, it was evident they were dealing with some sort of attack.

And it might have been my imagination, but the sounds were getting closer and closer. With the alarm still blaring out loud, whatever was going on was yet to be resolved.

I turned my attention to the book in the air above the table.

I could just reach out and touch it. The Whispers coming off it, promised me freedom from my cell. All I had to do was flip it open.

And with desperation urging me on, something in me wanted to do exactly that, regardless of any consequences that may result from coming into contact with the strange book.

And that was primarily due to the connection between me and It.

I had no idea what was waiting for me. Maybe I would be burned and turned to ash, or go crazy from reading the contents within.

Or maybe I could get some answers as to why I was in Marvel.

Anything could happen.

My hand inched forward toward the hard cover.

But mere inches away, the wall behind exploded in a shower of plaster and dust.

The impact threw me and the table away, slamming my body onto the metallic door, only managing a duck at the last minute to avoid getting hit by the table, which clattered to the side.

The dust settled and I looked up, only for my body to freeze on the ground I was lying on.

The feeling of being prey is something most humans have never experienced. I was familiar with it though.

My nightmares always left my blood cold, my skin feverish and breathing became much more difficult.

This time the sensation was worse. I felt bile rise up to my throat as the scarlet clad woman floated through the hole on the wall.

"No no no..."

I found myself muttering while gazing at my nightmare in real life.

Her eyes were bloody and held an icy madness that threatened to undo my own reasoning- thrusting me in whirl of negative emotions.

No one was supposed to have such a heartbroken yet rage filled expression. No face was supposed to be that twisted.

And hovering to her side, entangled in scarlet energy bindings was a blonde haired Chris Evans.

Though in this universe, going by what I had seen already, he was better known as Steve Rogers.

His eyes widened upon spotting me. And from the way he was shifting his gaze from me to the door behind, I could infer he wanted me to run.

But even breathing was an exercise.

To calm my terror filled mind and my wildly beating heart down, I mentally recited my mantra, helping me center myself.

Once again, reality seemed to sharpen in my focus.

This really is happening.

And the woman herself was familiar. And it wasn't because her identity was obvious due to her powers.

Only the Scarlet Witch aka Wanda Maximoff had enough power and mental instability to go along with, to actually cause problems in the Avenger's base, which is where I suspected I was.

But I knew her much more deeply than that. From my nightmares.

Take away the scorching aura that covered her, the black crown on her head and I realized she was the woman from my dreams. That...entity of destruction. My nightmare, now made real.

It was undeniably her, but here she was younger, which is why I didn't recognize her immediately from the video clip earlier. But now, there was no mistaking it.

"It's...you."

I stated, somehow finding the strength to get to my feet.

-Wanda-

For Wanda, nothing else mattered other than getting the Book and leaving.

It was more than obvious she wouldn't be welcome after what she had done to Natasha.

The fact that she had killed her friend didn't bother her more than the fact, Natasha herself had pushed her to that limit.

She hadn't wanted to do it. But after Black Widow had tried to send a bullet through her head, well...she shouldn't blame Wanda for reciprocating.

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Too bad Natasha was weak and died. The rest of the Avengers and by extension SHIELD would definitely come after her though.

Which is why after the the deed, she has used her connection with the Book to track it down.

She couldn't let SHIELD take it away. It was the only way to make everything right. The only way to bring Pietro back.

This culminated in her bursting through walls, ended for a direct path toward where she could sense it.

And as for anyone that tried to stop her?

Well...one fate awaited them. Death.

"Mmmphhm."

Cap tried to speak but with the tendrils of her power binding his mouth, all he could manage was unintelligible noises.

Wanda ignored him. He was her hostage to be used against Iron-Man and the others but that didn't mean she had to listen to him spouting 'words of reason.'

It was too late for that.

Throwing one final look at Natasha's corpse, she glared at the wall infront of her, causing her eyes to pulse with energy before twin beams of chaos energy tore through the wall.

Then the next and the one after that, and so on. up until only one wall blocked her way.

She recognized the hallway and the interrogation room, remembering Tony's tour of the place a few weeks prior.

"Finally."

She breathed out, creating a maelstrom of energy on her palm before blowing the wall down.

However, on the other side, she didn't find the Book inside the room. No, what she found was a man.

"It's...you."

The man stated, further adding to her confusion.

The connection she had forged with the Darkhold had led her here. And even now, she could feel the book's presence but not perceive it.

She spread out her newly gained magical senses, scanning the room for any trace of it, only to come up empty.

Hence, her attention turned to the only thing in the room. The man.

Dressed in a T-shirt and pants with the Stark logo, he was blonde haired like Pietro, only with his hair cut shorter to his scalp.

Blue eyes wide with fear stared at her and despite sitting on the ground while leaning on the door, she could tell he was just a bit taller than Pietro.

Handsome too, with a nice jawline. Too bad he was going to die if he didn't tell her where he was hiding the Darkhold.

Her connection with it seemed to suggest he had it in his person. Although she couldn't see where he could have possibly placed it. It was after all too big to fit in his pocket.

"Who are you? Do you work for SHIELD?"

Wanda questioned in frustration, floating forward with a radiant scarlet glow gathering in her hands.

The Man seemed to shrink in fear at her approach, plastering himself onto the door while holding her gaze.

She sneered at him, whilst feeling a surge of pride. It was the prerogative of the weak to cower before the strong.

"I won't ask again. Who. Are. You?"

She repeated, lifting her hand and telekinetically raising him up by his neck.

Locke couldn't breathe. For real this time. The edges of his vision were soon growing hazy due to the vice grip on his neck.

"Where is the Book!? Tell me or suffer!"

Wanda demanded, approaching the limits of her patience.

Locke on the other hand couldn't understand what her issue was. She was asking who he was but due to her powers preventing him from speaking, he couldn't answer!

Not to mention, The Book she was most definitely asking from him, was floating in the air between them!

Couldn't she see it?! It was too conspicuous to remain unnoticed. Who would ignore a large book glowing with red energy floating before their eyes?!

Alas, even if he wanted to tell her, he couldn't due to the telekinetic grip on his neck choking the life out of him.

So he did the only thing he could, he pointed at the Book.

Wanda blinked at the action. She could see his hand was raised, the index finger extended out and pointing up.

Following the direction of his gaze, Wanda's annoyance got the better of her.

"I'm out of patience."

She stated, and then begun to telekinetically twist his neck. Slowly.

The fear in Locke's eyes intensified as he felt his neck muscles shift in a way they were not supposed to.

She was planning on killing him! And the subtle glee in her eyes showed that she wasn't the slightest bit remorseful of that fact.

Anger suddenly took over his fear. Dammit! Why was this happening to him? He always went out of his way to avoid other people, and by extension trouble.

But the world seemed hellbent in making his life a living hell. And while before he had been planning on killing himself, he now found out that he actually wanted to live!

"Stop struggling and enjoy the pain...blame yourself for wasting my time."

Wanda whispered.

Locke's eyes bulged out of their sockets. He couldn't even move his hands or legs.

Slowly, Wanda pulled his body toward her, a curious glint in her eyes.

"I can feel the connection I share with the Darkhold in you. Clearly you know of the thing I'm searching for. So you can hide it from me, but after you're dead, I will harvest your soul and scour it's contents to find out where you've hidden it. Or maybe it might appear after you die. I'm hopeful."

'It's right fucking there, you crazy bitch!'

Locke wanted to shout, but his neck was now almost facing the back of his shoulder.

His windpipe was constricted and it felt like his spine would shatter at any second.

"I never thought I could enjoy the expression on someone's face as they die, but looking at you, I can definitely see the appeal..."

Wanda mused, caressing his cheek with her nails, leaving a trail of blood.

She didn't know why, but seeing him suffer excited a part of her.

'You evil Bitch! If I don't survive this, I'm haunting your ass!'

Locke yelled inwardly, finally giving up, as the last of his awareness leaving him.

'Oh well...at least I got to live in marv...'

"Wanda."

Up until a sudden voice broke Wanda's concentration and caused her to let go of Locke.

The time displaced man fell to his knees coughing his lungs out.

"Vision."

Wanda turned to the new arrival, who phased through the wall to the side, gently floating in.

"I'm here Wanda."

Vision replied, his feet landing on the ground before his body shifted from his Android form into his human one.

"Captain."

He nodded at Steve, who seemed relieved.

Then Vision turned to Wanda.

"Talk to me, why are you doing this? You're hurting your friends."

The softness of his tone caused the Scarlet Witch to look away, eyes closed as she battled with herself. With guilt and shame.

A part of her wanted to blast him to kingdom come as he presented another obstacle to her goals. Another part resisted. Her heart.

"You wouldn't understand."

She shook her head.

"I don't have a choice."

"Wanda, you killed Natasha."

Vision said in the same soft voice, slowly walking toward her.

"With your powers, incapacitating her would have had a 78% chance of success."

That was true. But...but...

"I- I..."

Wanda stuttered, her fingers scratching her scalp in agitation.

"Sh- She tried to kill me first! I told her to move out of my way! But she didn't listen, Vision! None of you will listen!"

Wanda growled, looking up to reveal the red that had completely taken over her eyes.

The same colored aura covering her pulsed in intensity, increasing to the point it made the air warp.

"Wanda, please calm down."

Cautiously, Vision tried to reach out to her shoulder.

"I just want to save my brother! I have a way! So why won't you JUST LET ME?!"

Wanda exploded, spreading out her hands and producing a wave of chaotic force that impacted Vision.

The Android phased his body through the initial blast, the energy passing through his vibrating molecular structure before bringing further destruction into the already decimated room.

Vision tried to endure but as time went on, the more oppressive the wave became, and as a consequence he was thrown back through the newly created wall.

-Locke-

Things had gone from 'I'm about to die!' to, 'thank god I'm saved' when Vision appeared, back to 'Oh shit, I'm still going to die!' When Wanda released what I could only describe as a wave of destructive scorching power.

Without anything to shield me, I jumped at the black book that seemed to be the cause of the quarrel and grabbed it.

I don't know why I did that, but the second I had it in my grasp, I knew I had done the right thing as the energy passed by me without harming a single strand of hair.

Vision though, not so much as his form passed by me, slammed away by the blast.

Oh shit.

I was about to make a break for it before she could bring her focus back to me, when I stopped.

A droning sound appeared from the hole on the wall behind her, and flying in, Iron Man situated himself between us, his armor unfolding to reveal dozens of weapons, all of which were aimed at Wanda.

"Stand down Wanda."

Tony's voice came out of the Armor.

"Or what?"

Wanda spat back, not looking the least bit intimidated.

"You know that Armor won't protect you from me Tony."

"That's why I brought the cavalry."

Iron Man answered and through the destroyed wall, Hawkeye, Falcon, Nick fucking Fury, War Machine and a bunch of agents dressed in black tactical gear came through, quickly surrounding her.

The room was instantly crowded, even with the added space from the destroyed walls.

And floating through the ground, Vision returned to action.

With such a force between me and her, I couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, I would survive this.