Wanda’s legs slammed against the floor. She pushed herself up and looked around.

She was naked, covered in slime, and the surroundings around her were completely alien.

Wanda covered herself as best she could with her hands. “Hello?” She called, noting there were others in exactly the same position around her. “What is this?” She wondered aloud.

That was when STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, or Stacy, spoke to her. The words gave her a moment’s pause.

“Why have you brought me here? Are you a Kree or Skrull ship? How did I come here?”

There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach when she heard the response. Those words, ‘the people that were left,’ and her sudden arrival here, she could not help but feel that something terrible had happened. And why should they take her when she had retired from her life as an Avenger?

“Where is my husband?”

Stacy echoed her last words about others having the answers for her.

Wanda nearly shook. “Is he with them? What about my brother and my friends, the Avengers? Are any of them here?”

Again, the same answer. It was clear that she needed to do as Stacy asked if she were to learn more.

She could only pray that whatever news they had for her was not terrible.

Wanda turned to the woman near her. "Are you all right?" She asked gently.