The last few days had been both easy and rough. It was easy because Pietro was doing everything for her now and it was rough because... Pietro was doing everything for her now. Oh and, of course, the whole Mojo situation. She had been keeping the television on since the madness started, letting it play in the background while she attempted to go about her life.
It was proving to be a hard task. She hated just sitting around when so many people were being tormented by this freakshow. She wanted to be out there helping. So when she saw Superman asking for volunteers to finally get rid of this Mojo creep, she was in. She went into her bedroom and changed into something more comfortable, taking the time to look at her swelled belly. The risk of the child deciding to see the world a little earlier than expected had dropped since Pietro arrived which made her confident she wouldn't go into labor during this whole thing. Still, she could help but worry. She did not want her daughter to be born in some demented show run by a crazy alien.
"Scarlet Witch," she announced to Mojo. Man, Pietro was going to give her so much hell when she returned. "Bring it."
After her words were spoken, Wanda found herself in a deserted city with six of her other teammates. She looked around, catching movement in the corner of her eye. She turned to see Pietro at the head of a mob of undead. "Oh my god," she found herself saying as she stared. Pietro wasn't the only one in the group. There were dozens of her friends and co-workers trudging along within the mass.
"I need support as well," she said in response to Iron Man and Batman, her eyes never leaving the group descending upon them. Before she was lifted into the air, she saw a recognizable mess of white hair. Was that Tommy? Yes, it was, and Billy as well as Teddy was with him. She stared at the three boys, her expression going from shock to fear and, then, to curiosity.