Avengers

Molly worked for the Avengers Museum in New York. She invited me to the museum since I was an Avenger and she was my fan. Molly tied up her long black curly hair into a bun. She didn't wear make-up but a pair of glasses and a red feather earring on her left ear. Molly wore a red leather jacket covering her grey T-shirt with an Avengers logo and black jeans with brown boots.

"Ms. Maximoff," she said and looked at me with her hazel-eyes color.

"You can call me Wanda," I replied.

"Oh-ok, Wanda," she said. "This is so exciting. Me walking with an Avenger to the Avengers Museum, it's a dream come true."

"I guess that's everyone's dream," I said, then smiled at her. Maybe this could be the summoner, but I have no proof. With no choice, I needed to stick around a little longer to know who she really was. "How far is this Museum?" I asked her.

"Um, it's not far. We're almost there."

***

As I kept walking, the museum slowly showed up from being covered by the buildings in front of it. When we arrived, a Gigantic building welcomed us. The museum could be mistaken for a stadium for some people. While admiring the museum, Molly patted me on my shoulder.

"Wanda, let's go," Molly said with excitement. "I want to show you your aisle."

"There's one?" I said and chuckled.

We went past the gate, and what next blew my mind. In the center, a giant fountain with seats around it and the Avengers symbol hung above it. Statues of Tony, Natasha, and Cap standing at each staircase on the sides leading to their memorials. The heroes saved the world from Thanos. When we walked behind the fountain, there was another room for the other avengers. Some people dressed as their favorite heroes and walked around the museum. Some dressed as Black Widow, some as Cap, some as Hulk, and more. But none of them were Hawkeye or me. I guess we weren't that popular.

"This is pretty nice," I said.

"Yes, that's why I decided to work here after I came here like five times with my friends and family," Molly said. "Some like Iron Man, some like Thor or Black Widow, but I like you."

"Did you even know what I did?" I asked her while holding my tears.

"Are you talking about Westview? Yes - I've heard," she replied. "People blamed you, called you a criminal. I don't know what happened there, but I know you have your reasons. In the end, you saved the whole town. Believe me, Wanda, not all of us blame you. You're our heroine, Wanda."

"Thank you," I hugged her and let out my tears.

"I wanted to ask, can I have your signature?" she asked, then we chuckled.

"Sure," I said, smiling at her, then wiped my tears. She handed me her red notebook. When I opened the first page, a sketch of me caught my eye.

"You drew this?" I asked her with a smile.

"Oh - yes," she replied. "I drew it when I was bored, so it's not very good-looking."

"You serious? It's beautiful," I complimented her.

"Thank you, Wanda," she said while smiling at me.

"Where do you want me to sign it?"

"Oh, right here, please," said Molly while pointing at the spot.

"Thank you very much! You made my day," she thanked me after I signed her notebook.

We kept walking to the room in front of us. After walking into the next room, The wall was full of quotes and pictures of each member of The Avengers. While Molly and I were walking, a man walked toward us and asked.

"Hey, Molly, who is this?" he asked Molly with a friendly smile.

"Oh...she's my cousin. She asked me to guide her around the museum," she replied to him and tried to cover me behind her.

"Oh, that's pretty nice. Have fun, miss." He waved at me, then walked away.

"Thank you," I replied and kept walking with Molly.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"He's my boss, Davie. He is very nice to everyone."

"I can tell."

While walking, I saw the aisle of Clint Barton. He was the man who gave me the courage to be an Avenger. I always remember when he told me.

"It doesn't matter what you did, what you were. If you go out there, you fight, and you fight to kill. Staying here, you're good. I'll send your brother to come and find you. But if you stepped out that door, you are an Avenger."

He gave me all the courage I needed to step out and fight, and I'll never forget it. Clint was the most valuable member of the team. He was no super soldier or a man with a suit or with magic. He's an Avenger, and he's fearless.

"Wanda!" Molly tapped on my shoulder after seeing me stop walking and stare at Clint's aisle while crossing my arms.

"Oh, sorry, It's just..."

"Hawkeye?" Molly asked.

"Um, yes," I replied after I looked at her, then back to the aisle. "Clint was the one who talked me into being an Avenger in the first place."

"At Sokovia?" she asked.

"...Yeah," I replied while confusingly staring at her. "Let's keep walking." As I thought to myself, no news reports mentioned that I was in the fight against Ultron in Sokovia. What Molly said might be rather a guess, or she actually knew about it. She might be the summoner, so I needed to keep my guard up. As we were walking and looking around, we made it into Vision's aisle.

"Vision..." I whispered and came close to the statue. "Why wasn't he out there with the other statues?"

"I don't know. Maybe Vision was only an android that-"

"No, he wasn't," I interrupted what Molly was saying. "Vision was always more than an android. He deserves better. He was always there for me when I was sad. He was my family," I said while tears ran down my cheeks.

"Thank you, Molly. I'll take it from here..." a mysterious British voice said.

I quickly turned around and realized that time had frozen around Molly and me. Black smoke started to appear, and a portal opened behind Molly. A late-40s woman stepped out of the portal.

The summoner had long, brown, shaggy hair laying on both sides of her shoulders. Above, she wore a dark-green under-chest line and thigh-length jumpsuit with a raven-black feather cloak and a golden raven-skull necklace. Below, she wore a golden chain with three raven-skull as her belt and a pair of black above-knee-length boots.

"Molly, what is this?" I asked Molly.

"I'm sorry," she replied.

"Don't judge her, Wanda," said the summoner. "I force her to take you here. I want you to enjoy your life for the last time."

"Who are you?" I asked the summoner.

"Morgan Le Fay. You might be familiar with the name."