She was about to walk around to explore before she heard a light whoosh, her head snapped around and her eyes opened in shock as she saw the figure of a man...
                              
His face was in the shadows, obstructing her view of his face but she could see the attire he was wearing was not particularly normal. 
                              
He had a flowing cape which cascaded around him, twirling in all directions as he levitated down the from the floor above.
                              
It was certainly...strange but it didn't entirely bother her compared to seeing Vision's birth just mere minutes ago. 
                              
"Who are...you," Wanda almost lost her words as the stranger came into view, allowing her to see the features of his face.
                              
He had dark brown hair, which was slicked back on his head - there were two stylised strands of white hair on either side of his hair too which she assumed was evidence for his age...or a decision to make himself look wiser. 
                              
He had clear blue eyes, that were looking directly into hers and lastly, the other distinguishing facial feature he had was his goatee. 
                              
It was the man from that she saw inside the Cradle, her mind flashed back to all the images of the death of destruction that centred around him. 
                              
He knew who she was too, he had gone out of his way to find her. He had heard of her, he couldn't count the number of times he had seen her on the news. 
                              
To him, she was a young woman with a somewhat foggy but hopeful future ahead of her. He knew that right now what she needed was help.  
                              
"My name is Doctor Stephen Strange and I have some questions for you," Stephen introduced himself. 
                              
"Questions about what?" Wanda asked, "Has someone sent you to bring me in?"
                              
"I keep a watchlist of beings that may be a threat to this world and usually they are from other realms, but you have oddly enough...become one of those beings," Stephen walked past her, towards a spellbook which he opened, scanning through the pages, "We need to discuss your future."
                              
"I have no future," Wanda tucked her hands into her sleeves, "I've caused enough problems."
                              
"Take a seat," He commanded, gesturing to the seats close by.
                              
Wanda sighed, she had no other option. She had nowhere else to go, anyway. 
                              
She walked over to the seat opposite the mysterious doctor and sat down, legs crossed. She waited for him to speak but he just sat there, staring at her as if he was waiting for the same.
                              
Stephen found it quite amusing how nervous she was, he wasn't trying to banish her, "Tea?"
                              
Wanda's eyebrows creased and a slight smirk came upon her lips, it was quite obvious she was confused, "No...thank you?"
                              
"Don't like tea?"
                              
"Coffee is more my type."
                              
"Too much caffeine isn't good for you."
                              
"Hmm, am I getting my own doctor now?" 
                              
"Maybe," Stephen looked her up and down, "It depends."
                              
Wanda didn't even blink before a mug coffee was placed in her hands, she wasn't even in the mood for actually drinking it, so she placed it down on the table beside her. 
                              
"So..." Strange continued talking, "What happened?"
                              
Wanda stared into the coffee on the table, she thought now would be the best time to take a sip.
                              
"It must be bad," Stephen pointed out.
                              
Wanda chuckled, "That's one word for it, here we go. It started in Sokovia, of course. I was a normal girl apart from the fact that I was an orphan and the only person I had by my side was my brother Pietro."
                              
"Ah, the speedster."
                              
"Yes, that's the one. We volunteered to do Strucker's experiments together. It wasn't what we thought it would be, in fact, it was terrible. However, somehow we survived. We were so glad, we could finally help our crumbling society become something great again, hopefully. But..."
                              
"Then?"
                              
"Then the concept of revenge on Tony Stark was too good of an idea to forget about and that was all I could think about. And, soon later Strucker died in action with the Avengers and I was even worse."
                              
"You were angry, motivated. That's understandable."
                              
"Doesn't excuse what happened," Wanda said, looking back into her coffee cup.
                              
"Tell me."
                              
"I...Natasha Romanoff died because of me. I feel..." Wanda trailed off again, "I'm still me, I think but that's not what everyone else sees."
                              
Doctor Strange knew what she meant, he hadn't shared the exact same life experience, who could? But he understood where she was coming from.
                              
"I was an asshole," Wanda looked up, he had caught her attention, "I was a doctor...still am a doctor, I guess. But I had an accident that changed my career and my life. For the better."
                              
"What are you trying to say?" 
                              
"That, it gets worse. But when it does get worse it gets a whole lot better, with effort and time."
                              
"You think that I can change?" 
                              
"I don't know, no one ever really changes, do they?" Stephen smiled, "They evolve."
                              
"Wow," Wanda said, her face was completely blank, the 온라인카지노게임 had clearly got to her. 
                              
"That was quite depressing," Stephen said, "And people used to think I was funny."
                              
Wanda laughed, the smile on her face was bright and beautiful - he caught himself staring at it longer than he was supposed to.
                              
Wanda even surprised herself when she burst into laughter, it had been a while since she had. 
                              
Stephen rose from his chair, "Let me help you."