Wanda and the gripping fear that she's been restrained. (Open if you feel like it!)
Having the peptalk that they did really had done some small wonders for Wanda, she'd been holed up in a cabin for so long after the events that took place and then once she'd gotten to Cardiff more or less hiding in the room that was provided to her, especially since there'd been dragon sightings and now ghosts of the not-dead? Given how her life had played out to this point, when she heard the whispers of that starting to happen. But the thing was happening with or without her now, seeing these macabre caricatures wreck havoc on her friends.
She wasn't necessarily offensive in the team make up of the Avengers, she was learning defensive tactics with force fields and shields, so that was the bend she was going to take now. From the table she'd been sitting at and now behind, Wanda held her joints stiff and started to tap into what would have conjured something that years ago would have been a laughable thought, a wall, a dome, something protective to put around the people who were being attacked. The burned red magics that would now normally shoot easily from her fingers and even from the air if need be was slowed, sparkling bright and blinding at her fingertips only to fizzle out and fade as the deep red spiral swirled around her arms. Wanda tried and tried until she was sure she could do much of anything, she could feel what was inside of her and around the air at her fingertips wanting to bend and curve around the ways she needed it to, the elements weren't against her, the world wanted to work with her. Her eyes glowed and burned with a bright blue based red that was panicking and angry. This made no sense, the world was open, she was welcome and Wanda had studied so hard beyond the last time that her friends needed her. Now she was a force, unassuming and gentle with chaos bubbling under the surface promises that she intended to keep. But no matter how willing the world was and how much will there was behind either force, there was a weight, something that was tethering either side far enough away that she couldn't get a grip on the things that were happening.
Her thoughts shrieked between her ears, words in different voices jumbled together telling her that she could do better if she just held out a little longer, coupled against the ones that jeered and laughed knowing full well that the little witch was just that. The shrill laugh of a woman that was no longer magically lobotomized in New Jersey was crushingly close as Wanda sat there with her knees up around her ears.
"Y'know, Wendy, I can call you Wendy right," Wanda's own personal shadow popped up, sitting next to her under her table as easy and uninterested to the events around them as ever, "it seems like you don't have enough juice left in the tank, aw," the other woman's grin was sharp and silly while her eyes twinkled in an irritating knowing.
She could hear Agatha still babbling and giggling while her eyes were squeezed shut trying to breath despite what was going on. The pinprick of light that was inside the dark noise of her thoughts had been Vision, of course it had, his reassuring, if not a bit worried smile there in her mind. Knowing to her bones that this was not how anything ended in any story. She had no reason to fear the thing next to her, because she knew that Agatha Harkness was trapped inside of rural New Jersey on the other end of a different universe. This was not her, this was not that. Wanda cleared her throat, turned and looked at the more stable shadow next to her. "You are not welcome here," said clear and through the middle of her throat, Wanda used what she could to draw a sigil of several runes on the floor, "and if you won't leave, you'll at least show everyone your true faces."
"None of you are welcome, you are all pretenders," taking her thumb to bite through the soft tissue to trace her blood into the sigil on the floor - a ring of pinkish light flew out from under the table to break and crash over the shadows leaving their true faces and smoke grey bodies to the rest of the party.