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Childhood's End
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“There is nothing good there.” The wind picked up Wanda's scarlet cloak, billowing it behind her. The Clint next to her was not the Clint she’d known for the better part of two decades, the man she'd killed, the man she'd once spent a night with…

No this was a similar but very very distinctly different.

Justin at least was the man she knew, even the one from her time frame, which was more than she could say for the Tony…

Ah multiverse. Such fun.

When the new slice of universe appeared Wanda had been literally ripped from her sleep, screams echoing in her mind. Clint and Justin has seen her leaving the Tower to investigate and had followed along.

“This place reaks of pain and death.” She shuddered nodding once briskly. “But we must see if there is anyone to help.”
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Justin had had enough sitting around in his laboratory. He was a doctor, yes, and he was a damned good one, but first and foremost, he identified himself as an Avenger, and that part of his life had been sadly lacking since coming to this place. Oh, he’d seen amazing things, learned things that were incredible, made discoveries that could get him into all sorts of medical journals back home, but this? This was what he really missed. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t ‘his’ Clint any more than it mattered that the Tony he lived with wasn’t ‘his’ Tony. They were Avengers. When they were needed, they all knew how to fall into line and get things done.

Unfortunately, he doubted anything good was going to come of this mission.

Wanda was more right than she knew, and more right than he was comfortable with. He examined the readouts on his medical scanners, the holo-display appearing in front of him as he turned the power up to its maximum settings, trying to penetrate the walls of the strange building they’d come to. He still couldn’t get a good reading, but what results he did see were unsettling. The atmosphere here was comparable to their own areas of the Hub, with some very minor differences he had learned to attribute to alien substances in an environment. Additionally, though, he was detecting elevated levels of methane and ammonia, which combined with the relative silence of this place filled him with a sense of foreboding. “Going to have to agree with you,” he said, unholstering his blaster as he looked carefully around them. “I’m not reading any life signs in there, but there’s something in the walls that’s keeping me from penetrating very far. We’re basically going in blind here.”
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Clint had always kept odd hours. It had started in the circus, sleeping whenever he could grab a catnap and using his evenings and nights to practice. As a merc, the tradition had continued, and as an Agent of SHIELD the habit had become permanently ingrained. Sure, he slept at night when the opportunity presented itself, but he woke up at random hours. Sometimes he could drop right back off to sleep, but if he’d gotten enough rest...sometimes he grew listless. This morning, before the sun had even considered its rise into the sky, Clint had climbed out onto one of the outcroppings that overhung one of the large windows. He wasn’t hurting anything, just looking out over Hub and relaxing.

And then the whole damn city had sort of...shuddered..or maybe flex was a better word for it, as a new borough came into being not all that far away from this one.

A new place. A new universe.

Clint loved to explore, and seeing a new place was the epitome of exploration. Carefully (for him at least), Clint fired a grappling arrow and swung down from his perch in time to see Wanda and Justin heading to check the new slice of Hub out too.

“Pain and death? Oh, that sounds just like something that we should check out then, doesn’t it?” He gave a smile that was more cheerful than he felt, and ignored the obvious ‘dangerous’ label that should belong to the place. “There’s worse things than going in blind. It’s better than going in with bad intel.” Clint gave Justin a playful salute before he strode into the... temple. It was definitely a temple. A sort of ugly temple, but a temple.
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There was a definite s h i f t. That much he was certain.

A change of some kind. Something powerful enough to cut his reality into s i l e n c e.

Though nothing seemed to be out of place, he couldn't shake the feeling that something just wasn't quite... right. A lingering sensation that rivaled his already unsettled self, as the Jedi was surrounded by the broken pieces of a fallen Order that he once served.

Then again, it could just be nothing. A reverberation of the the Force perhaps, rattling his senses and taking advantage of his exhaustion.

He pauses for a moment, breathing a tired sigh and pinching at the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes. If only he could blame all of this on something as simple as a headache. His eyes open and the reality he's found himself in becomes all that more apparent and real.

There was n o t h i n g left.

He could hardly feel a connection with the Force anymore and that alone was more then enough to torment his mind with the overwhelming realization...

He was a l o n e.

With the exception of the bodies of course.

It's in that moment that his gaze catches sight of the lifelessness that surrounds him. From the bodies that lie on the ground at his boots all the way up into the crumbling walls that stretch overhead. This place had not just been a Temple for the Council but had also become his home over time. The darkened faces of those lying on the ground had been the same ones who would smile upon him, greeting him with a cheerful friendliness.

He is careful with his footsteps, walking quietly and carefully. He knows what he's about to move past up ahead, and the heavy reminder of who had made it possible is enough encouragement to quicken his steps. As a General in the Grand Army, he should have become numb to the sight of such carnage, and there is some sense of tolerance there that he manages to cling to.

It's the much smaller bodies that twist a knot in his gut.

The children.

They were c h i l d r e n.

Potential young Padawans who had their entire lives ahead of them...
only to have it mercilessly taken away...

For a second there his mind wanders back to the recording he was so foolishly curious to see. His eagerness for answers had made him disregard Master Yoda's warning and threw him headfirst into a nightmare that he would not wake up from.

If only his connection with the Force hadn't been so drastically severed he would have found it easier to overcome his emotions right now. Never the less, being the dutiful soldier he was, he keeps his gaze forward as he heads towards the main corridor of the Temple. He had reprogrammed the distress beacon to ward off any Jedi to avoid the Temple at all costs, as opposed to it's original intention of calling them in to protect it. If there was any hope left at all, then that should be enough to spare a few fortunate lives. It was the best that he could do for now.

Once he finally reached the main corridor, the sound of boots suddenly came to a stop.

At first he isn't quite sure what or who he was seeing.

No armor.
No blasters.
No sabers.

No Force presence.

Before he's really conscious of it, he starts to walk forward, however somewhat cautious. He reaches up and drops the hood of his robe to finally reveal his face. Unsure of how to approach the supposed trespassers new comers, he keeps a stern yet curious gaze.

      "You shouldn't be here..."

His voice holds no hostility, but then again he can't be too sure of their intentions.

      "No one should be here."

There it is. His instinct is to protect and the sudden forewarning of his tone symbolizes that, making his words heard.
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Children.

Wanda was a veteran avenger; she had seen, lived through, and yes even caused scenes of carnage. For the most past she would and could solider on, deal with the issue infront of her and mourn the victims later.

“They died protecting them,” the signs were obvious, the clear line of damage from the first door ways, adult bodies clearly fallen in battle to in most cases some sort of blast effect.

Fight Ultron enough and the blackened crisp wounds became a familiar sight.

But it was the children that changed her sad but still clinical tone into a heartbroken croak.

Everyone had.personal weaknesses and for Wanda the image of tiny boys fallen hit her directly in a spot that never healed.

“no.” She whispered dropping to her knees, pulling the first tiny body to her lap, tears sparkling on her cheeks.

Experience spelled out the scene so clearly to her minds eye. This child, the oldest (and yet so very very small) had fought to hold off the killers, trying to buy time for the tiniest to escape.

Except there had been no escape.

‘Tommy…’ this was not her son, even if blonde strands of hair reminded her so strongly of him. This was not how he had died.

But it could have been.

Wanda might have still been able to keep her mind focused if the next tiny body had not had brown hair, who in his final moments had reached the blond boys hand.

Tommy would have fought to save his brother.

Billy wouldn't have let him die alone either.

‘You shouldn't be here.’

Wanda’s grief filled blue gaze snapped up to pin the new comer. “You shouldn't either.” Carefully oh so carefully she set the tiny body down, tenderly brushing his hair back.

‘No one should be here.’

“You are right.” The mild tone shifted on the last word, scarlet light danced from her hands and she called on her mutation to throw him across the room.

Wanda would Avenge these poor babies, and right now she was not inclined to listen to moderation.
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The scene before them was horrifying, and, as it had for Wanda, it painted a rather clear picture for Justin. He’d seen his share of massacres in the military, and knew how to piece together the chain of events, although a very cold part of him admitted that this scene had one thing over the ones that he had been called to in the Middle East: Everyone was already dead. It sounded callous, even to him, but when those children around him could have been lying there dying, in pain, scared… yes, there were a few ways that this was better. This, he could compartmentalize, treat the bodies like bodies in his mind instead of like people, at least until later. There were, blessedly, no real signs of torture, although obviously being killed was no picnic. In fact, there was very little blood, when you got down to it.

What had happened here?

He knelt down near the closest body, examining it for wounds, which he found fairly easily. The wounds, after all, would be under the tears in the clothes, so lacking blood, he looked for those. His medical display spread in the air between him and the body as he examined it. “Nearly microscopic cuts over major parts of the body, partly cauterized. Bisecting several major organs, with a depth of…” He trailed off, experience kicking in as he kept the technical details to himself. “I have no idea what would cause wounds like this, but if I had to guess… an energy sword?” He looked back to the others, shrugging helplessly.

He was just bringing up his scanners to do another check for life signs, in case he could get a better reading than he had outside, when the voice rendered the scan a pointless effort. Justin whirled in place, his hand going to his holster, though he didn’t draw, not yet. This was no attack to return or a threat to react to. As near as he could tell, the man was unarmed. Wanda, on the other hand…

Wanda seemed to be losing it.

Damn it. This was something he should have expected when they had seen the bodies. Wanda could have very… extreme reactions regarding children. The last time she’d reacted to that particular stimulus, the mansion had been destroyed, Vision, Clint, and Scott had been killed, and the team had been left in ruins, and that was what she’d done to her friends. Right now, this was some guy she didn’t know, had no emotional connection with… what would happen now if things went crazy-shaped?

“Wanda!” His voice was sharp, though not unkind. It wasn’t that he didn’t have any sympathy for her feelings here, he just needed to get her attention, needed to snap her out of whatever crazy spiral that crazy brain was pulling her into. He reached out, putting his free hand on her shoulder, squeezing it, though his other hand stayed near his blaster. This… this might be bad.
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Okay, so this was…

This was…

Not. Good.

Clint had tagged along with Wanda and Justin because hey, what the hell? He wasn’t sleeping at the moment, but Phil was, and he wasn’t entirely keen on waking him to what, keep him company? No. Nope. So hanging out with these two and seeing what trouble they could find in the new slice of interdimensional space they were currently living in sounded like a totally awesome idea. Until they found, you know, dead kids.

Now, it wasn’t seeming so awesome. Or, you know, any awesome at all. Clint’s grip on his bow was white knuckled. He didn’t touch a single one of the bodies, he didn’t move, didn’t try to step past them, he just stopped, going still and quiet, enough that it took him a moment to remember to breathe again. He was an agent of SHIELD, one of the best the organization had, but this… This was brutal. It was inhuman, and he wasn’t thinking about metas. He was thinking about straight up monsters. Anyone who would do this to a bunch of kids couldn’t be labeled as anything else. Because fuck. The sight was upsetting, in part because he knew that it was something that could have happened back home, as much as he’d like to deny it, and in part because this was exactly what the Avengers had been formed to keep from happening, maybe not on the small scale (was this small scale? God, he wished Phil were here. This was going to star in his drea- nightmares for a long damn time, and fuck he wished his person were here to tell him that that was okay.) but this… Should never happen. On any scale.

And here was where it got even more dark and dirty: Clint didn’t know about Wanda’s past. She wasn’t the Wanda he knew, the kid that had already seen and lived through too much, already lost more than her fair share. He had no way of knowing why she reacted the way she did, but Clint responded on instinct alone; his bow came up, arrow drawn, nocked, and set even as he pulled back on the bowstring, sighting down the arrow at the sudden appearance of the man. He didn’t shoot; there seemed to be a disagreement between Wanda and Justin here, about the right way to greet this guy. The uncertainty here could make things go south real quick. Fuck...why wasn’t Phil here? Phil would be talking in his ear, telling him what was what, what the right move was… Instead, Clint was left figuring things out for himself, relying on his own instincts, and that… Yep, this could go sideways real fast. “Were they not supposed to be here either? ‘Cause I got a whole mess of problems with what I’m seeing here.”
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There hadn’t been any real hostility in his voice, but Kenobi had a way of making his words be heard.

He also didn’t want to run the risk of having the Temple demolished any further than it already was. As far as he knew – other than himself – the Jedi Temple was all that was left of the Order…

…and he would be d a m n e d if he wouldn’t protect it.

It was unfortunate that he found himself to be at a disadvantage here. He couldn't get much of a read on the trio that showed up, as none of them showed any real signs of alliance. In fact, their collective understanding seemed a bit... uncertain.

Well – except for one.

The Jedi's gaze shifted from one individual to the other before fixing his sight on the woman who remained eerily silent as she cradled one of the fallen children in her arms. Something about her muted rage triggered a sense. He had felt something like this before and it did not bode well.

Sure enough, before Kenobi could ground his footing, there was a flash of burning crimson and the Jedi was flung back with a crushing force. He would bring his arms up, crossing them to take the brunt of the attack. The smooth floor giving him nothing to dig his boots unto as he slid backward. Until his foot found a notch in the floor where it had been chipped away, he would take advantage of this until the woman's wrath would finally settle.

Initially, Kenobi had no intention of drawing his weapon. He never really was one to enjoy fighting, but that was before they decided to bring this Sith bitch into play.

They made a m i s t a k e.

Despite how physically exhausted and emotionally drained he was, did little to hinder his natural instinct. Using the Force to call his weapon so his hand as the Saber unhooked itself from his belt. Kenobi would straighten his posture, stepping forward with a narrowed gaze. His peripheral sense triggering a possible threat as the archer just out of his line of sight readied up for a shot. The saber ignites with a flash, radiating a bright blue as he points it towards the sniper. He isn't about to let this guy get a shot in.

Kenobi keeps his sights set on the woman, who has proven herself to be the real threat here.

      "There is nothing left here. Whatever it is that you want, I assure you... it's already been destroyed."

There's a standstill. Obviously something here was amiss but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what.

This didn't seem to add up.

The Sith woman and the sniper. Undoubtedly they had been sent to take care of any loose ends. That much he could reason for.

However it was the other man, the one in the back, who didn't quite belong. A caretaker from what he could tell, as he seemed to be analyzing the wounds of the fallen. Kenobi would have wanted nothing more then to call out to him, to tell him that there were others who were only injured and were in need of medical help.

If only there had been anyone left to help.

He glances over at the sniper, who still has yet to take his shot, but Kenobi keeps his saber aimed and at the ready to deflect whatever the man fires at him.

     "They were hiding... they didn't know...

      ...none of us knew."

His voice breaks and Kenobi lowers his eyes, looking downward before bringing his focus back up to the woman now.

      "You..."

It only takes him a moment to collect himself again and there's a venomous bite in his voice.

      "You can tell your E m p e r o r... that I will not rest until he's dead."
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Rage.

Yes Wanda was filled with it; she had more than enough reasons to had turned to evil, yet when given the choice Wanda had always intended to help, to be a hero.

Had she been born in this man’s world it was likely she would have been killed by the very people who swore to teach her. Wanda could almost see that version of herself, her powers interacted with Hub in interesting ways, a fractured mirror of the fate of a child like her so clear in her minds eye.

Scarlet power crackled around her form as her mutation reacted to her wishes, flinging the man was a simple reaction, he had been right. No one should be there.

Justin’s harsh rebuke of her name pulled her attention momentarily away, “I can see it Angel. He is responsible for this: his people kill children!”
Hawkeye at least was following her lead, it made her wonder if her Clint would have so quickly
followed..

Blue light flashed, bathing that part of the room as he drew his weapon. Wanda had no need of physical weapons, her very being was chaos.

Wanda’s expression hardened, “a mistake?” She chuckled darkly, “you claim this was a mistake?!” Wanda lashed out, tightening the bands of improbably around him, she had no fear but she was also not a mad as Justin thought. She would not simply erase him from existence, she would not kill, she was still an Avenger.

“I have no Emperor.” There wa only a touch of confusion in her voice, she had already made the leap that the ‘empire’ must be what he was fighting, these children would have been part of it. “I am the Scarlet Witch. And you are not of my world, but I will not allow your crimes to be held unpunished!”
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And then, of course, when Justin was trying to snap Wanda out of her… ‘emotional moment,’ he decided he’d call it, the new guy had to pull out an energy sword. Which was, naturally, what Justin had just determined could have been what killed all of these kids. Yes, this situation was just going to get loads better.

Justin had seen scenes like this… well, all right, vaguely comparable to this, during his military time, and he had a fair experience with the sort of people who could do something like this. People who could kill a room full of kids weren’t going to just walk in and tell you to leave. People who could kill a room full of kids were going to come in attacking, probably sneak up on you and slit your throat or otherwise start to exercise their sadistic qualities. This guy… well, Justin didn’t know what to make of the situation, too many elements of it were alien, both figuratively and literally, to him, but no, Justin didn’t think that he was the culprit behind this just by virtue of being in the same location. He wasn’t ruling it out anymore, but it wasn’t his first impression. Unfortunately, Wanda had other ideas, and he didn’t think that this Clint had had a chance to learn that Wanda’s… ‘impulsiveness’ sometimes needed to be reined in.

Of the options open to him, a few of them didn’t result in someone in this room definitely being reduced to loose atoms. While they held other risks, he knew that they were better bets to go on.

The laser sword was illuminating the room, but otherwise things were pretty dim in here for some reason, and that suited Justin just fine. Pressing a couple buttons on his wrist crossbow to set the bolt functions, he lifted his wrist and fired blindly at the Jedi. The shot probably wouldn’t have hit him, but the point was rendered moot when it burst into light as the magnesium flare in its tip ignited, creating a burst of dazzling white light in the dim confines of the temple. Justin kept his back to the bolt as soon as it left the crossbow, flying in a wide loop around the pillars, aiming to come in low at the swordsman’s legs. He did his best not to think about what that sword, or one like it, had done to all the bodies in this room, about the fact that this might not be something his cape could protect him against, he just had to hope that this would work, that maybe Clint could do something to keep the guy from bisecting him, that his cape could protect him from the sword if he couldn’t, and that no one got atomized in the next couple minutes.
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Okay. So. This wasn’t going all that well.

Wanda was alight with rage, and while Clint wasn’t all that far behind her, he was still thinking with his higher brain, and realized that it was possible that this guy wasn’t the culprit, that he might not have done...all of this. Didn’t mean Clint wasn’t absolutely pissed off to find a huge group of dead kids, some obviously cut down while they’d been running, but just because this guy was here didn’t make him the monster who did something like this. “Wanda, we don’t know he did this. He could be just as innocent as the kids. We don’t want to add to this tragedy.” He didn’t loosen his grip on his bow or let the arrow fall free of the string that held it out. Clint’s aim never wavered, but he didn’t want to shoot at someone who didn’t deserve it. That was why he was with SHIELD. It was why he served under Coulson. Trust was a powerful thing.

He really longed for Phil’s strong, calm voice in his ear, telling him what was what so he could just do the job and not have to worry.

The lightsaber earned a yelp from Clint, not of fear, but of excitement, and the archer actually took half a step forward, this time the bowstring closed forward toward the bow and he straightened his head, blinking at Kenobi. “Wanda, he’s one of the good guys! He’s A Jed- Aw shit!” So much happened all in rapid succession, some of it even at the same time. The Jedi (fuck him, first Gunslingers from Mid-World and Jedi! Life was awesome here in Hub!!) mentioned the Emperor, which had Clint snarling, because WTF man, he wasn’t one of the bad guys, and Wanda was… Shit shit shit. “Wanda..”

So Clint hadn’t thought that Justin would actually attack; the guy was perfectly capable, but hell, Clint or Wanda were lots more likely to go all loose cannon (Wanda in this case) than the doctor, and Clint had trusted Justin to keep his cool and stay chill. So when the guy went barrelling at the Jedi (that wasn’t gonna get old anytime soon!) in a roundabout way to trip him up from behind, Clint loosed three arrows all almost at the same time. None of them would actually hit the Jedi, they’d all come terribly close, but Kenobi had no way of knowing that, and Clint was betting that the arrows served as a distraction; they were a more immediate threat than the tackle that Justin was executing. The moment that the arrows were flying, Clint moved to Wanda’s side, “He didn’t do this. Thinks we did.” Another arrow appeared in his hand almost as if by magic, and he once again took careful aim, ready to cover Justin if need be.
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