She planned to go outside and clear her head, hoping it might improve her situation.
But once she was outside, Wanda found that she was so out of place with everything around her!
The laughter of the people around her seemed to have nothing to do with her forever.
This made Wanda want to escape even more.
So she wandered around and came to the Brooklyn Bridge, sitting alone and staring into space.
And it was then;
She met Rhodey.
A stranger she didn't know, but who would speak words of concern to her.
"Comfort you?" Rhodey shook his head, "No, I just think you might need someone to talk to for a while, and I happen to have nothing to do right now."
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
Wanda looked at him and said, "I'm the Witch who can accidentally hurt others. They all say I'm a symbol of misfortune, a sign of bad luck. Aren't you afraid that bad luck will befall you?"
Hearing that, Rhodey smiled.
"My luck has actually always been pretty bad. The last month or two has been a particularly unlucky time for me, so I figure, how much worse can it get?"
Rhodey said, "As for hurting me? Sorry, I think that might be quite difficult."
"Are you sure?"
Wisps of scarlet energy rose from Wanda's fingertips.
"Is this your ability?"
Rhodey looked at the energy at Wanda's fingertips; he wasn't sure what kind of power it was—was it magic? Or a superpower? Or some other special power?
"Sometimes I wish I didn't have it."
Wanda withdrew the energy from her hand and said.
"Why?" Rhodey said, "It's always better to have abilities than not. Look at these ordinary person below; they toil every day for a few measly coins, and even have to face the difficulties and humiliation from their superiors. Do you think they live happily?"
Wanda shook her head.
With all that difficulty and humiliation, who would be happy?
"Yes, no one likes that kind of life, which is why so many people worship and even resent Superheroes, because they also want to become like them."
Rhodey nodded and said.
"Why do they want to become them, yet also resent them?"
Wanda didn't understand and asked.
"Because they can't get it!" Rhodey chuckled and said, "Humans are very complex creatures. There is very little pure evil or pure good in this World."
"Humans are inherently contradictory; everyone is double-standard!"
"They have one standard for themselves and another for others."
"They will accuse Superheroes of accidentally damaging buildings and threatening people's property safety when saving the World."
"But if they themselves became Superheroes, perhaps they wouldn't be willing to risk their lives to save the World!"
"I already possess such power, why can't I enjoy a better life?"
"Many people will have such thoughts, but they won't want others to have them. Enjoyment? I can do it alone! Let others dutifully be the Superheroes who save the World."
"Of course, when you make even a small mistake, they will immediately jump out and point their fingers at you, scolding you for not being able to be perfect!"
"But in this World, who can truly be perfect?"
"If even God can't do it, why demand so much from Superheroes?"
"So, being a Superhero is a very tiring thing, and it greatly tests a person's willpower."
"Because if you don't have strong enough willpower, your thoughts will easily be influenced by these external voices."
Rhodey looked at the dark sky in the distance, speaking these words in a relaxed tone.
Meanwhile, Wanda listened intently beside him, feeling that Rhodey's words made a lot of sense.
She was the Superhero whose willpower wasn't firm enough, who would be influenced by others' words—a Superhero who, despite experiencing hardship herself, still risked her life to save others.
A Superhero who, despite being maliciously criticized and targeted by others, still took on all the blame and attributed all faults to herself!
Such a Superhero... how could she not be tired?
"I kind of understand what you mean by these words."
Wanda pondered, finding that her heart suddenly felt much better.
Before, she had taken all the blame upon herself.
But just as Rhodey said.
She was helping others!
She didn't detonate that bomb!
Her original intention was to prevent all of this from happening; she just didn't make it in time, being a beat too slow.
What's more;
Even if there was scolding.
Shouldn't Captain America Steve and she be scolded together?
After all, if Steve hadn't been influenced by the other party's words and thus failed to notice their small movements, that bomb wouldn't have exploded, would it?
So;
Why should she be the only one scolded?
This is unfair!
Wanda suddenly understood many things.
It was as if she had been in a dead end, constantly trying to smash down an unbreakable wall, only to hurt herself more deeply each time.
And now;
She suddenly realized there was a path leading to the exit right beside her, with no walls blocking it.
Once a person gets stuck in a rut, they will argue with themselves.
Even when there are better choices, they just don't consider them.
They insist on going all the way down one path.
And that path is clearly a dead end!
"Thank you! Mr. Stranger."
Wanda sincerely thanked Rhodey for his guidance.
If it weren't for him, she would still be stuck in that rut!
"You're welcome. By the way, my name is Rhodey."
Rhodey said with a smile.
"Okay, Mr. Stranger Rhodey."
Wanda said with a smile.
"That's right! This is much better. You look so beautiful when you smile, why did you have to look so downcast?"
Rhodey looked at the brightly smiling Wanda; she truly looked beautiful when she smiled, much better than when she was dejected just now.
Suddenly praised, Wanda couldn't help but blush slightly.
"Do you often say things like that to other girls?"
Wanda awkwardly brushed her hair, changing the subject as she spoke.
"Don't always try to belittle yourself, be confident!" Rhodey looked at Wanda and said, "You are very beautiful and deserve everyone's praise. This isn't empty flattery, but a statement of fact."
Hearing this, Wanda became even more embarrassed.
This made her blush even more than the previous praise.
Am I really that good?
Wanda couldn't help but ask herself.