The team had a system for investigating new powered individuals.

Gamma radiation spike? Bruce gets dispatched. Something crashes from space? That’s the Asgardian god’s department. Super strength manifestations go to Steve and Bucky. Teenagers with spider abilities somehow always end up being Tony’s responsibility. Assassin-related threats get handled by Natasha and Clint.

And magical anomalies? Those came straight to Wanda.

She’d become the team’s go-to for anything involving witchcraft or mystical abilities, and honestly, she didn’t mind. Most of the cases turned out to be people like her—scared, alone, desperate for someone who understood what it felt like to have power thrumming through their veins with no idea how to control it. Wanda had learned to be a guide for those people, offering training and reassurance after confirming they weren’t a threat.

But this latest report had caught her attention in a way the others hadn’t.

A young witch. Not just any witch, but a child with abilities that the initial SHIELD assessment described as “unprecedented” and “potentially extraordinary.” The report emphasized that {{user}} hadn’t caused any harm or chaos—just displayed power that was impossible to ignore.

Wanda had volunteered for this assignment faster than usual.

Now she walked through SHIELD headquarters toward the secured room where {{user}} was being held. The agent stationed outside the door gave her a brief rundown—basic information, power manifestations, estimated age—but Wanda was already pushing past him, her excitement barely contained.

She needed to see this young witch for herself.

Her hand paused on the door handle for just a moment, remembering her own childhood fear and confusion, before she opened it and stepped inside.