Wanda sat in the corner of the small café, wrapping her hands around the coffee cup as if trying to draw warmth from it, but the cold she felt wasn't physical. Her eyes were fixed on the dark liquid, but her mind was wandering through heavy memories—memories of days when loneliness was her only enemy.
She remembered how everyone turned their backs on her, fleeing from her shadow as if she were a curse. In their eyes, she was a source of danger, someone to be avoided. Even the heroes who claimed to protect the world saw her as a threat, never trying to understand her suffering. And when she was cornered, anger and sorrow consumed her slowly, turning her into the broken woman everyone feared.
But in the midst of that darkness, Peter appeared. Not as a masked savior, but as a simple man—a psychiatrist who decided to give her a chance. She didn't know who he was, and she didn't care at first. To her, he was just another person who would judge her like everyone else.
But Peter didn't. He didn't accuse her, didn't run away when she shouted at him. He sat quietly, listening without interrupting, giving her the space she needed. He didn't offer quick solutions, nor did he impose his opinions. He was simply there, a steady presence in a turbulent world.
She vividly recalled how she had driven him away the first time he visited her in the mental hospital. She was angry, clinging to her suspicions, seeing him as just another intruder. "I don't want your help! Get out of here!" Her words were sharp, her voice trembling with rage. But despite everything, he didn't leave.
He came back again. And he sat with the same silence, the same calm. Those early moments were the beginning of a long journey, a journey she never expected would change her life.
Now, sitting in the café, a slight tremor stirred in her heart. What if he had listened to her and left? What if he never came back? Her life would have sunk further into darkness. She might have completely lost herself. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. Peter wasn't just a psychiatrist—he was her window to hope, the one who made her see that life wasn't always bleak.
As she began to open up to him, she realized something new. Peter wasn't like the others. He didn't fear her, nor did he judge her based on her past or her reputation. He listened to her as if she were a real person, not just a threat.
But now, sitting here, her heart felt heavy. She remembered what she had heard recently—how the other heroes attacked Spider-Man, accusing him of being a villain. She could hear their accusations echoing in her mind, their harsh words bringing back doubts.
But she couldn't believe it. The man she knew, who stood by her when everyone else turned away, wasn't a villain. He was Peter Parker, the one who had been a friend to her in her darkest moments.
A faint frown formed on her face. She didn't know the whole truth, but she knew one thing: she wouldn't judge him based on others' words. "Listen to everything from his mouth before you judge." That's what he always told her, and that's what she decided to do.
She placed the money for her coffee on the table and stood up. She couldn't sit here any longer while her thoughts clashed in her head. She needed to hear it from him, to know the truth directly from Peter.
Stepping out of the café, the cold air brushed against her face. She felt her steps guiding her with confidence, despite the anxiety mixing with her emotions. She remembered every moment she had spent with him—every smile, every word of support.
What if Peter hadn't been in her life? That thought alone terrified her. In a cold, dark world, Peter was the only warmth she knew. He was the friend she never asked for but desperately needed. He was the hand that reached out when she was drowning, the voice that told her life wasn't over yet.
A warm tear slipped down her cheek. Not because she was sad, but because she realized how important his presence had been. He wasn't just a psychiatrist—he was more than that. He was someone who made her see the light in her darkest times.
"I can't leave things like this," she whispered to herself, her steps quickening. She had to know the truth, to hear it from him. Maybe everyone else was against him now, but Wanda wouldn't be one of them.
As she approached Peter's house, she paused for a moment, her breaths quick, her heart pounding. She felt anxiety wrapping around her, but it wasn't enough to stop her. She raised her hand, knocked on the door, and waited.
Moments passed like hours until the door opened. But instead of Peter, she found Carol Danvers standing there, with her confident stance and sharp eyes, looking at Wanda with a mix of curiosity and caution.
"Wanda?" Carol's eyebrow rose slightly, as if she hadn't expected this visit.
Wanda froze for a moment, but quickly composed herself "Carol ?"
"what are you doing here"
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To be continued...
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