"What are they all doing?"
It was another new day. Wanda stepped out of her cabin, only to find something she could not understand: the townspeople had formed a line in front of the contraband warehouse...
And Frank was handing that contraband out to them!
"Mr. Kaster, what are you—"
Bang!
A cloud of purple smoke burst before her eyes, and a... scene appeared before her?
Within the image formed by the smoke, she was living a happy life with Vision, her husband who worked thousands of miles away. Her brother Pietro still worked at the same company as her, and from time to time, he even went on picnics with the couple.
Most importantly, the two of them seemed to be planning to have a child...
"A child..." Wanda murmured. Scene after scene brought tears to her eyes—though she did not know why she was crying.
Vision... Hadn't he merely gone to work somewhere far away because they disagreed in their beliefs?
Pietro... Hadn't he gone to live in the United States because of his preferences?
It wasn't as if she... would never see them again—
Could she... really see them again?
Her shattered memories slowly awakened in her mind. She gradually lowered her head, and the entire town inside her mind began flickering violently!
"Ms. Maximoff, a dream is always just a dream. I am sorry for what happened to you."
"You... are that Harry Osborn?"
Whoosh!
With a wave of her hand, Wanda shattered the smoke with red magic.
"I only wanted to live an ordinary life—don't, disturb, me!"
Terrifying magic churned violently, yet the voice did not disappear.
"You mean the kind of life where hundreds or even thousands of my employees have to lose their freedom to play house with you? Do you know what