I took a deep breath, letting my new lungs fill with the crisp, foreign air of Sokovia—or at least, the Sokovia of 2008. My reflection caught my eye immediately.
I am stunning. No, not just pretty, not just cute. Ridiculously, dangerously attractive. Porcelain skin that glows even under dim lighting, hair cascading in waves that beg to be touched, and eyes… oh, my eyes. Red, piercing, impossible to look away from. My body was hourglass perfection, curves that made my brain register physics in ways it never should. Every inch screamed power, and every inch was mine.
I twirled once in front of the cracked mirror, letting the red cloak swirl around my legs, boots hugging my calves just right. I caught a glimpse of my chest — ample, commanding attention without trying — and smirked. "Yep. Definitely Wanda Maximoff. But upgraded."
I flexed my fingers experimentally, letting my mind focus. Chaos Magic. Wanda's power. But I was no ordinary Wanda. My brain, with an IQ over 200 and the memory of decades of strategy, science, and nerd obsession, grasped patterns and probabilities faster than any natural human could. Magic was just another system to hack.
I whispered under my breath, testing the limits. "Red… energy… focus…"
A small sphere of deep crimson appeared between my palms. It pulsed, alive, responding instantly to my thoughts. I raised my hands higher, and the sphere grew, swirling violently, yet completely under my control.
Interesting. Wanda's magic was volatile. Unstable. But stability, precision, efficiency… that was my specialty. Within minutes — yes, literally minutes — I had shaped raw chaos energy into a controlled spiral, firing a perfect bolt into the far wall. Not a scratch on my fingers, not a mark on me. Perfect.
I laughed softly, the sound echoing off the empty room. "If the real Wanda only reaches this level in Civil War… well, I'm way ahead of schedule."
I tested more. Small sparks, intricate shapes, force pulses strong enough to knock down a chair, then retract like they were never there. My mind raced — the mathematical patterns, the energy feedback loops, the probability equations governing each pulse. I could literally calculate outcomes faster than my new brain could blink.
And then… a thought that made my lips curve. This is just the beginning.
I could already feel the raw potential to reshape everything. If I played my cards right, I could manipulate events, prevent tragedies, maybe even bend the entire timeline. But first, I had to master the basics.
I spent the next hour — which felt like mere minutes thanks to my hyper-focused mind — experimenting, twirling, shaping, and testing. By the time I was done, I had reached a level of skill that the original Wanda wouldn't touch until Civil War.
Sitting down on the floor, breathing lightly, I looked at my hands — beautiful, powerful, terrifying. I grinned. "Wanda Maximoff, upgraded. Let's see what the world thinks of this version of me."
And with that, I stood, letting my cloak fall elegantly around me, boots clicking on the floor. Every step radiated confidence, power, and danger.
Because one thing was certain: this Wanda Maximoff didn't play by anyone's rules.