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The Scarlet Witch was considered to be one of the most powerful Avengers, and she knew it. Wanda Maximoff didn't even know herself the limits of her powers and what she could fully do with them, but she knew they were awesome. After the battle in Sokovia, Wanda had mixed emotions. Settling into a near military facility that the Avengers base was was a bit difficult for her. Vision flying through walls, Captain America's motivational speeches, Black Widow being difficult to be friends with all created a hard environment for her to fit in. But Natasha Romanoff being the only other female under the roof, she definitely wanted to find a way to be friends. Maybe Natasha felt threatened by how powerful Maximoff was, or maybe she just flat out didn't like her - but Natasha had barely even breathed in her direction since she joined the team. 5:00 A.M., Avengers Upstate Facility Early morning fighting simulations were probably Wanda's least favorite thing to do. She had to exert herself enough, but not too much so that she seriously hurt one of her teammates, and stay heavily hydrated. Wanda woke up extra early this morning to try and enjoy a bit of the morning before the exercise took place. The facility kitchen was completely empty as she walked in, turned on the light and set up some tea. In the far room across the kitchen was Natasha sitting at her desk surfing her computer. "I did not expect to see you up so early," Wanda said in her light eastern European accent. "Work around here never ends, you know that by now," Natasha replied, almost if to say 'leave me alone.' "Right,," Natasha replied, hearing the kettle starting to boil. She poured her tea and returned to her room. 2 HOURS LATER.. Scarlet Witch was three water bottles deep and one cup of tea, and she could feel it during the simulation fight. Her distraction was making her slip up in combat where the Avengers were split in teams. Wanda, Natasha and Captain America got to take on Rhodey, Falcon and Vision. Falcon had been eliminated early, taking too many hits in their team death match styled simulation. Natasha got to go hand to hand with Rhodey, which you think would've been an easy fight for him in his suit, but she proved pretty creative - and Cap was doing his best to disarm Vision, which wasn't going well for him. Wanda stood there, trying to figure out where she should be - but she couldn't help but shift from foot to foot a little. "Wanda! Need an assist!" Cap yelled out, a little agitated as Vision caught his shield in an attempt to knock Vision down from a flying position. Wanda snapped out of it, exerting a bit too much of her telekinetic power throwing Vision to the ground hard. She doubled over a little bit, feeling that shock through her body and causing her to bite her lip. Cap looked back at her, his expression as if to say not cool. The simulation went on another 45 minutes - with every minute Wanda growing more uncomfortable. Wanda could of said something, maybe asked for a quick pause - but herself being the new girl? Not a chance did she want to embarrass herself in front of the Avengers for a bathroom break. Cap rounded off the training exercise with a little pep talk and offering the team advice on things they could've done better on. At this point, Wanda was barely paying attention. She was far more focused on not wetting her leather pants in front of her new team mates. She stood as still as she could with her thighs pressed together hard. Finally, after what felt like decades of Cap talking, he adjourned their meeting. Wanda found herself speed walking to the washroom - the nearest one in the huge facility close to her bedroom. She didn't pay attention to what the other Avengers were up to, she just had far more important things to deal with here. As she walked the long corridor, she paused for a split second. 'D-Did I just leak?' Wanda thought to herself. She could feel the tiny bit of warmth and definite wetness in her underwear. She bit her lip once again, trying to avoid holding herself in the middle of the corridor, but she couldn't resist. Wanda held her crotch for the duration of the walk, luckily not passing by any staff or worse - Avengers. Finally, she neared the bathroom - the door closed. 'God dammit. I shouldn't swear. you never know what Cap can hear and what he can't.' Wanda thought to herself. She stood outside the bathroom door, cursing herself for not exploring the facility enough to know where the other bathrooms are. She entered the kitchen while waiting, and to her surprise Natasha greeted her. "Good work today, Maximoff," Natasha said a little coldly drinking a cup of tea. "T-Thanks, you as well. It was pretty cool to see you take down War Machine like that," Wanda replied back. Natasha smiled, and to Wanda's horror - Natasha held up a second cup. "I think it's the way you like it - two sugar, two cream?" Natasha said, a bit more friendly. "Y-Yes, that's.. that's how I take it. Thank you," Wanda said, shivering a bit as she took a small sip of the tea. "Are you alright?" Natasha said, a little concerned noticing Wanda's inability to stand still and her stutters. "I'm fine! Just a bit tired - got up too early. Still getting used to the whole.. boot camp thing," Wanda said, obviously lying through her teeth. "Yeah, Rogers runs us hard, but it's all for a reason. Our enemies won't be as kind to you in the field as we are in practice. I just wish Tony would invest in a second bathroom in this half of the building," Natasha said a little jokingly. 'Wait, is she saying there was one where I came from? God dammit.." "It would be kind of nice..." Wanda said back, feeling herself leak again. "I don't know what Vision does in there, but he sure takes his time," Natasha laughed. Wanda gave her a shaky smile back, trying to figure out her situation. She couldn't make it all the way to the other side of the facility, and lord knows what Vision is doing, but she wasn't going to be the Avenger begging at the bathroom door. TO BE CONTINUED.

The Central Kingdom of Medius, ruled by the Divine King Medius, home to a rich city of wealthy socialites surrounding the royal castle. And also home to the slums beneath, far more populated and far dirtier, every road and building covered in filth and grime. In this impoverished ghetto, where no one asked questions, people of all types and trades from across the land of Remlia gathered, in search of their next gold pieces, however they’d earn them. It was a gathering of criminals, a hive of scoundrels, the gang for every walk of shady life. But, for most here, it was all they had. For better and worse, it was home. And the second home for all crooked characters is always the bar, whether to drown their sorrows, or to prop up false confidence for a future victory, either in the back alleys tonight, or out on the field tomorrow. All those who could most flatteringly be called self-proclaimed adventurers and soldiers filled the small tavern, filling their bellies with alcohol, growing louder and rowdier with every sip. The place was certainly alive. And that was without considering the ruckus caused by the pub’s second function: a central hub for those who deemed themselves capable fighters to take requests. It was on this business that brought a young woman, garbed in a short, short-sleeved black robe and black-and-green tabard, with white hair bound in five long, thick braids, into this establishment. As she leaned against a wall, slowly picking away at a mug of her own, she watched as several of the other patrons watched her with an animalistic gaze, it seemed like half the rough types in the bar couldn’t keep their eyes off. This wouldn’t be so unexpected, a beautiful lady alone in a questionable place attracting attention, but her observers studied her with scornful, hateful eyes. Even among a pack of miscreants like those in the slums, she somehow managed to be judged. They were right to be suspicious, for this woman was not a normal human. She could never pass as such, not with two green horns jutting from above her ears, and twin heads of the Astral Dragon Atruum extending from her back designating her as a Dragonblood, a reviled race among the populace of Remlia, who instead worshiped the Celestial, Primatus. And she was the Dragonblood Oracle, one from the distant past, sent forward to prevent a terrible calamity; one with her successor, Amica, at the center. Seeing as the Dragonblood Clan had already been massacred by the time she arrived, the fear that she had already failed kept residence in her mind. Yet, despite the looks she received everywhere she traveled within Remlia, the Oracle had a mission: an audience with the Divine King. That was the only way she would learn the reason for the genocide of the Dragonblood. To that end, she began taking as many requests as she could get her hands on, building a reputation until the royal family could no longer ignore her. That was why she was here today, with a lead on a new request. She just needed to wait for something before she could go out and fulfill it. Until then, her eyelids fell and her head drooped, and she began to daydream of the moment her life was forever changed, of when her destiny was laid before her: the moment she received her Dragon Scar. --------------- “Child of Our own blood, you stand before Us,” spoke a deep, booming voice, echoing throughout every wall of these caverns. Despite coming into the Dragon’s Den, knowing what awaited her, the young Oracle still inched back. “We are the Astral Dragon, Atruum. Thou seeketh a contract with Us, dost thou not? Mine power has five elements, for thine abilities will change in accordance with thine element. Now, present Us with thine Dragonite.” The Oracle held a small stone to the ceiling, a rare element known as Dragonite. Yet, despite the power circulating in the air, she felt nothing from the offering. That is, until she naturally blinked. When her eyes opened once again, the ore chunk had vanished, and the roaring voice began anew. “Thine contract is accepted. Which element shalt thou accept?” Which element shall the Oracle take? Fire. The Oracle shall be hot-tempered, impulsive, and proud. Ice. The Oracle shall be cold-hearted, quiet, and reserved. Wind. The Oracle shall be air-headed, clumsy, and open. Lightning. The Oracle shall be quick-witted, hasty, and eager. Poison. The Oracle shall be sharp-tongued, rude, and dismissive.