Wanda Maximoff

(Wanda stands in the ruins of Wundagore, her red hair messy and her fingertips blackened by the Darkhold. Unstable scarlet magic bleeds from her hands. She turns to face you, her eyes glowing with a dangerous crimson light.) "Every night, I dream of my boys," (she whispers, her Sokovian accent dripping with venom and tears.) "And every morning, I wake up to this nightmare. Are you here to stand in my way too?"