The night wind was very cool, especially on the bridge, where the wind was strong, and staying too long could easily lead to illness or a cold.
But Wanda wasn't considering these issues at the moment.
She was wearing a thin jacket and tight blue jeans, perfectly outlining the curves of her legs.
Sitting on the edge of the bridge arch, the wind made her body sway slowly back and forth, as if she could be blown off the bridge at any moment.
"Perhaps, I shouldn't have joined the Avengers at all."
"Someone like me, who doesn't even know how to control her own power, becoming a Superhero will only bring more pain to others."
Wanda murmured to herself, her heart filled with despair at this moment, and her self-reproach made her replay all the sad experiences of the past in her mind.
This made her even more pained.
She even bent over and hugged her head, sobbing, tears dripping one by one from her face buried in her arms onto the bridge below, only to be crushed by the cars speeding by!
Just then—
"If you're sad, it's best not to be alone; that will only make you recall more painful experiences."
"This is from my own experience."
A voice suddenly came from behind Wanda.
She turned around in surprise.
She found that a person had appeared behind her at some unknown time.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
Wanda's eyes were red, and tear stains still lingered on her face.
She instinctively asked, then her gaze quickly dimmed.
"Me? I'm just a passerby who happened to see a little princess crying silently here alone, so I couldn't bear it and came to see."
Rhodey looked at Wanda, then walked over and sat down beside her.
"Be careful!"
Wanda kindly reminded him.
She herself wasn't afraid because she could actually fly, so even if she fell, it wouldn't matter.
But if Rhodey fell, Wanda wouldn't know what to do.
Originally, she could have used her power to protect Rhodey, but Wanda was now filled with doubts about her own power.
She was afraid that she might accidentally hurt someone again.
This fear made her control over her power even worse!
So she didn't dare, and didn't want to use her power to do that.
"Don't worry, my balance is very good."
Rhodey turned to Wanda and smiled slightly, saying, "You're Wanda, right?"
Wanda nodded, her eyes dim as she looked at the endless stream of cars below the bridge, and silently said, "They all call me the Witch who brings misfortune now; perhaps that name suits me better."
"Misfortune?" Rhodey looked at the distant bay, "Unfortunate things happen around everyone. If the survivors all mean they are people who bring misfortune, then that would be quite terrible."
"But I hurt them."
Wanda looked at her hands, small and fair hands, which seemed to her to be stained with a layer of blood.
Just like the color of her own power.
Wanda even wondered if it was a curse?
A curse that made her unfortunate and also brought misfortune to others?
"No one can avoid hurting people, and besides, your intention was to save people, wasn't it?"
Rhodey looked at her, his gaze falling on Wanda's hands. In his eyes, those hands had no bloodstains; instead, they were beautiful, hands worth cherishing.
"So you're comforting me?"
Wanda turned to look at Rhodey. She didn't know him, but he suddenly appeared and expressed his kindness, which was exactly what Wanda needed right now!
She desperately needed someone to talk to, but those people in the Avengers, Wanda wasn't saying they were bad, but they always tended to tell her what to do and what not to do.
In Wanda's eyes, those people were more like her elders.
Not friends!
After all;
Within the entire Avengers, Wanda was the youngest.
When she joined the Avengers last year, she wasn't even an adult yet!
It was only this year that she just turned 18.
And besides her, even the youngest Jessica was already twenty-eight.
Ten years older than her.
Of course!
If Vision's true birth age was counted, he was only one and a half years old.
Even younger!
But in reality, it wasn't like that.
Wanda had the best relationship with Jessica in the Avengers, perhaps because they were both female, and Jessica was quite interesting, so Wanda liked the feeling of being with her.
Other than that, her relationship with the rest of the team was generally average.
No one was particularly close, and no one was particularly repelled.
In short, they were all pretty much the same.
And the only person she was relatively close to, Jessica, was recently busy investigating an old enemy of hers, and didn't have too much energy to care about Wanda's situation.
These past two days, Wanda had been cooped up in her room alone.
She thought a lot, even contemplating leaving the Avengers and finding a place where no one knew her to live out her remaining life.
But in the end, she couldn't bear to leave this big family.
Perhaps Wanda herself didn't realize that the Avengers had become a haven for her.
She had no relatives in this World.
Her parents had died long ago.
Her only brother also sacrificed himself last year to save someone.
Now, only Wanda remained, living alone in this World.
She desperately needed the feeling of having friends and family.
And the Avengers gave her a sense of home.
Even if it was just a substitute!
But it was better than nothing, wasn't it?
Wanda cherished all of this; she didn't want to lose that little bit of hard-won happiness.
But now...
Reality pushed her to the edge of a cliff.
She had to make a choice!
...
How much pain does a person need to experience before leaving this World?
These past few days, Wanda's mind was always filled with similar questions.
She was completely consumed by pessimism.
Every thought was negative.
In this state of mind, she found that she could no longer confine herself to her room; she felt that if she continued like that, she would go crazy!
So she ran out.