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IMAGINE: BEING WANDA AND VISION’S YOUNGEST CHILD, AND GOING MISSING IN WESTVIEW.

Wanda runs her hands through her curls, evidently stressed as she paces through the living room. Vision lets out a heavy sigh, wrapping an arm around Wanda in an attempt to comfort her. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he tries to reassure her, “We’ll find y/n.”

Wanda frowns, trying her best to believe him. Ever since you’ve gone missing, Wanda hasn’t been able to rest. She feels as though she’s on the verge of tearing Westview down just to find you. She’s asked almost everyone for help, but no one has seen any sign of you. Wanda rubs her fingers against her temple, feeling a headache coming on as she can’t help but wonder what kind of mother she is if she can’t even keep her youngest child safe.

“I asked Agnes for help, but Agnes didn’t even know what I was talking about.” Wanda mutters, shaking her head, the whole encounter confusing her. Looking up at Vision, she splutters, “Agnes said we only have Billy and Tommy, and never a y/n. Am I going crazy, Vis?”

Vision frowns at this, before shaking his head. “Ignore Agnes. We’re going to bring y/n home, I promise.”