I led myself around the island, the sun was now just rising into the sky as I walked freely through what seemed to be the town center. It took a while for me to stop lurking from alley to alley, blending into the shadows instinctively hiding myself.

I had forced myself to push away the fear and walk right down the center of the street. I did, and much to my suprise, I was greeted with smiles and greetings of good morning.

Suddenly the serenity snapped away, and I was hit with that ever fearful feeling that I was being watched.
Instinctively I pulled my cloak over my head and teleported myself into the nearest alley. I gripped the edge of the building, hiding in darkness I peered outwards trying to find the culprit. "Nice dress." I hear a woman's voice behind me and nearly jump out of my skin. I whip around to find the Scarlett Witch leaning up against the opposite wall, staring at me.

Holy father, she was good...

"Sora mea!" My sister! I exclaimed, holding my hand to my heart, it was pounding so loudly.

"What did you just call me?!" She asks offensively in English, raising a perfectly arched reddish brown eyebrow. "My apologies." I stutter back in Romanian. "I didn't mean to address you like that."

"Why are you speaking to me in the language of the old country? We are in America now." She snaps In English

"Pietro told me you spoke Romani... I assumed I could speak to you in our home language." I respond to her again in my English. "Wouldn't you like that? To speak the way we did back home..."

"I don't want to remember anything about that place, I had no home there..." Wanda tells me. My heart sinks. "Well it was mine..." I sigh. "I would have really liked to speak my language to someone other then myself again... but if you wish to converse in English I will honor that."
My eyes downcast.

"About the dress..." I start.

"Pietro... I know. Remind me to tear my.... our dear brother limb from limb later." She continued, monotonously. "If he survives I'll have him get you your own clothes."

"Are you following me?" I interogate.
"Yes." Wanda says calmly.
"Why?" I narrow my gaze.
"Because unlike our male relatives... I do not trust you, X-Men...." She seethed that last part. "Wanted to be sure you weren't running off to contact your human loving mutant friends..."

"And what if I were?" I cock my head. "Do you have something to hide here Wanda?"

"You'd think better then to contact your little team... Father would not be pleased." She warns. "Your father..." I point to her chest. "Not mine." I shake my head. "At least not yet, that is something that must be earned."

"Alright..." she turns to walk away. "Nu spune că nu te-am avertizat." She says to me.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Wanda voice echoes through the alley as she sauntered off.

I step back into the streets.
Noticing the little shops were just starting to open up. Inside each window I could see a mutiny who was relaxed and content inside.

My thoughts traveled immediately to the deamon.
I wondered if my little blue devil would like this place, a place where we could walk hand in hand, midnight blue to to my own purple... without fear or judgements...

I smiled to myself, I had actually just referenced him in my head as my little blue devil. What a wonderful thing I was feeling.