The compound was quiet. Everyone else had retired for the night, leaving me alone with the hum of my own power. Perfect.
I stretched my hands, feeling the scarlet energy coil around my fingertips like liquid fire. But tonight wasn't about showing off. Tonight was about control. Precision. Expansion.
I closed my eyes and let my mind sink into the rhythm of it. Magic, probability, chaos—raw threads of reality itself were now within reach. My old life had been about patterns, formulas, equations, and logic. Here, those tools were amplified. Where ordinary sorcery required intuition, my genius mind made it mechanical. Calculated. Perfect.
I focused on a small object across the room: a coffee cup. With a flick of my fingers, it hovered, rotating slowly in the air. I grinned. Simple. But then, I experimented further, nudging the threads of probability. The cup wavered slightly, then shifted positions entirely—like reality itself had rearranged around my whim.
I laughed softly, exhilarated. This wasn't the Wanda of the movies. This was something more. Something dangerous.
I let my thoughts wander, testing limits. Could I bend time just slightly? I focused on a watch on the nightstand. Its hands trembled, then jumped forward a few seconds. Small, almost imperceptible—but it worked. I was already rewriting reality, subtly, effortlessly.
And I wasn't done.
I rose, crimson light spiraling around my body as I projected it into the room, forming constructs. A wall of scarlet energy, smooth and perfect. A sphere that floated in midair. Shapes warped and shifted at my command. It felt like I was a Green Lantern, but fueled not by will alone, but by raw intellect. My mind and power intertwined, a perfect synergy.
I experimented with larger manipulations. A chair bent into a delicate sculpture without breaking. A lamp spun midair, then reassembled itself. The thrill was intoxicating. I could change the world.
But I restrained myself. Small tweaks first. Reality was like clay in my hands, and I was learning the weight of it. A careless thought could unravel too much.
Yet with each success, my confidence soared. The Scarlet Witch wasn't a scared girl learning magic. I was a scientist in a new body, analyzing probabilities, testing limits, and rewriting the universe one subtle thread at a time.
And when I finally let myself relax, floating in a haze of crimson power, I knew it:
I was already more powerful than Wanda had ever been at this point in canon. And soon… the world would learn just how dangerous a fully realized Scarlet Witch could be.