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Imagine: Seeing Wanda cry. You walked into your girlfriend's room after she stormed out of the conference room. She and Tony had gotten in a particularly bad fight over her powers and in the end Wanda had lost control and thrown Iron Man across the room with her telekinetic powers. "Wanda?"You asked softly as you saw her curled up on her bed sobbing. "He's right, isn't he?"Wanda whispered as you sat beside her."I'm a monster. I'm dangerous. I kill people. I have killed somanypeople." "Wanda, look at me."You told her, wrapping her in your arms."It doesn't matter what you did or who you were and it certainly doesn't matter what Tony Stark thinks of you. What matters is all the good things you've done, you have saved millions of people, hell you've saved the world and I think that outweighs the small percentage of people that you've accidentally killed. I love you, Wanda Maximoff, and that's what matters."
