Chapter 11: believer

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{WANDA'S POV}

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"Let's go. Sam has a lead." Bucky told me, stepping out from the small bathroom in his suit.

I'm on his couch with the remote in my hand. "The news is going wild. There's a lockdown at a conference in New York. I don't suppose we're going there?"

Bucky nodded. I smiled. "Let's go stop Karli."

———

When we arrived on the scene, I immediately had to pull my hood up. I changed my ginger hair to a darker red, like Natasha. Everywhere I looked there were people in black armor and rifles.

"Keep your head down. Remember, cloak up and once we're inside you're the Scarlet Witch. Be true to who you are." Bucky whispered to me.

I look at Bucky. "I appreciate you looking after me, Bucky but I can handle this."

"I know."

I focus on the build just beyond. The lights are red. The comm buzzed in our ears.

"I'm almost there." Sam's voice came in.

I turned around to check our six. Bucky kept his eyes trained ahead of him.

"What's the plan, Sam?" He asked him.

"Karli's gotta be close. Keep your eyes open." Sam advised.

I nod. "You know we will."

Bucky led me through the crowd. "Sergeant Barnes." A guard said to him. Bucky gave a curt nod. I kept my eyes down. I waved my fingers slightly causing red, swirling magic to drift upwards into their temples. Blinding them for a moment.

"And by the way, I called in some backup." Sam chimed.

I sensed someone following us and I spun on my heel. I flung out my palm, magic passing over my fingers. My eyes burning red. Bucky stepped forward.

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