As the fight raged on, Strange went to the place where Scarlet Witch was located. She was at her home with her two children.

The two children that she had lost before.

The two children that she made from nothing.

The two children were the anchor that held her sanity.

"Wanda."

"Strange." Wanda said while she played with her children. She looked happy but Strange could tell that this happiness wasn't real for her. Even she knew that.

"Why is this happening Wanda? Why did you go down this path?" Strange asked.

"I had no other choice, Strange. I did what I had to do to keep the family together. That day when you all were coming to kill me, it was Pietro who came to inform me that the Avengers and the X-men had decided to kill me. He told me to change reality. To make it so that everyone gets their wishes. Maybe they would leave me alone after that."

"It wasn't Erik?" Strange asked. Wanda shook her head. Strange was really surprised. Even though John had given a vague hint that it might not be Erik, nobody believed him.

Firstly because John was an outsider. And secondly, a person who claimed to see the different worlds and future seemed too out of worlds for many. So most of them chose to ignore the words of John. And above all, they all could feel John didn't have much liking for them. So they all decided to follow their own course.

But now it seemed John might have known about all of this from the very beginning. Strange had a bad feeling. It was as if his instinct was telling him that the result of this aftermath wouldn't be very good.

Strange was in shock as he didn't know what to say to her. She chose the most safest route. A world where all got their wishes. But sadly people wouldn't accept it as it wasn't their reality.

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The fight between the Avengers and the villains was it's peak. Erik finally couldn't hold it and asked.

"Why the hell are you attacking us? Emma, Scott? What happened?"

"You changed the reality Erik. You changed everything. You used your daughter's powers for your own benefits. You are responsible for the death of Charles. Just because you wanted to be the leader of mutants you obliterated him." Scott said.

"I did no such thing. I may be a ruler, but I will never change reality." Erik denied with a straight face. Erik really wasn't lying. He did nothing of such kind.

"You are lying." Wolverine said as he ran to take Erik down. But as it always happens with Wolverine and Magneto, Erik stopped him in his tracks.

"I may be many things but I am not a liar. Especially now when my own brothers and sisters are falling. Stop this madness." Erik shouted as he controlled all the metal parts around and made them into sharp objects.

As the fighting was stalled, Strange flew over with Wanda. She was in tears and looked like she was in pain. It was because she was losing her sanity again.

"It wasn't Erik who did all of this. It was Quicksilver." Strange said. Everybody's eyes went wide when Strange declared this. All looked at Quicksilver who was standing near Magneto.

"What have you done in my name, boy?" Erik asked in a very angry tone. He saw so many of his good comrades lying around. It hurt him. He knew that his son did something but didn't know what.

"I asked Wanda to change reality. You all wanted her death, so I asked her to give everyone their wishes. So all of you can leave us alone. It was all going good until this new guy came along. I should have asked Wanda to erase him." Pietro mentioned John.

When John came over to their world, Wanda felt a change in the world. She told Pietro that someone from another world had come over. Someone who was the advocate of Order. Wanda's magic was on the chaos side while John belonged to the Order.

That was why she sent sentinels and the SHIELD to catch him. To put an end to him so that he doesn't ruin everything. But sadly she couldn't find him later and thus he escaped.

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John on the other hand had already left the battlefield. He heard a very weird call in his mind. It was as if a bird was chirping.

The chirping of the bird was so melodic that John loved it but that wasn't the weird part. The weird part was that he could understand that the bird was calling him.

Directing him.

Trying to point to a certain location. And John understood it perfectly. As if it was his language. John flew over to the location. It was far but John could fly there over very fast.