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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.”

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IMAGINE: BEING TONY’S NEW ASSISTANT AND NATASHA TAKING A LIKING TO YOU.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you stammer as you accidentally run into someone, and your eyes widen with horror as you realise it’s none other than Natasha Romanoff. Being Tony’s new assistant, you’re still getting used to seeing the Avengers so often and so many other high profile figures. “Agent Romanoff, I—”

“y/n, there you are.” Tony calls out your name, walking up behind you. He smirks slightly at Natasha, before gesturing to you and remarking, “Oh, I see you’ve met your replacement.”

Natasha rolls her eyes at the comment, remembering her brief undercover job as Tony’s assistant. She turns her focus back to you, a smile tugging at her lips as she extends her hand to you. “Nice to meet you, y/n. You can just call me Natasha.”

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IMAGINE: TRYING TO HIDE THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE NO POWERS FROM AGATHA, YOUR MOTHER.

“Really, y/n, this is a simple spell.” Agatha huffs, eyes narrowing at you as you nervously avoid eye contact. Day and night, your mother has been trying to teach you magic, unaware that you somehow inherited no magical powers from her. No matter how hard you tried to practice by yourself, none of the spells of incantations would work for you. 

You gulp as Agatha moves her fingers, twisting her hands together as a purple aura swirls around her hands. She stares at you, waiting for her to mimic her, and you suck in a sharp breath as you raise your hands, despite knowing nothing will happen.

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IMAGINE: BEING AN AVENGER, AND WANDA BEGGING YOU NOT TO LEAVE AFTER SHE CATCHES YOU PACKING YOUR BAGS AFTER THE SOKOVIA ACCORDS.

Wanda’s head is spinning as she walks through the corridors of the Avengers compound. After the very intense meeting over the Accords, Wanda feels herself at a loss for what to do, and during moments like these, she always finds herself gravitating towards you for help.

She hopes you’ll be awake despite the late hour, and she quietly knocks at your door, hand hesitating as she notices light coming from the bottom of your door. She listens, hears quiet shuffling, but no response. She knocks again, before calling out, “y/n?”

She pushes the door open, eyes widening as she sees your belongings packed into bags around your bed. You look up, letting out a heavy sigh as you meet Wanda’s shocked gaze, and you slump over the edge of your bed. She sits beside you, stammering, “Where… where are you going?”

“I’m leaving.” you simply say, and Wanda gulps. “I can’t agree with these Accords, Wanda, I can’t. Steve is right, this document just takes away our freedom.”

“You can’t leave, y/n.” Wanda blurts, desperation laced in her tone. Her voice is trembling, and she pleads, “Don’t leave me, y/n. You can’t just run away.”

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IMAGINE: BEING IN LOVE WITH WANDA, DESPITE KNOWING THAT SHE LOVES VISION. 

There’s something in the way that Wanda looks at Vision, that loving gaze so full of indescribable happiness. You know that look because you look at her the exact same way. You can see it in her eyes, the special joy she feels that’s reserved for Vision and Vision only. It hurts you, seeing her so happy when you wish she would look at you the same way, but knowing that she never would, no matter how much love you feel for her.

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IMAGINE: ASKING BUCKY FOR A CAT AND HIM RELUCTANTLY GETTING ONE FOR YOU.

“What’ve you got there?” you ask, looking up from the couch upon hearing Bucky enter the apartment, a large bag slung over his shoulders. You raise an eyebrow as Bucky sits beside you, wordlessly unzipping the bag. You peer inside, eyes widening as you see a cat staring up at you, and you let out a delighted squeal, “Oh my God!” 

Bucky tries to suppress his smile as you gently stroke the cat. You had been begging him for one for months now, constantly pestering him despite his refusal. The cat peeks its head out of the bag, looking up at Bucky before leaning its head up against his hand, and you beam at Bucky as you remark, “I think it likes you.” 

Bucky gingerly begins to pet it, and it lets out a quiet purr as Bucky finally lets his smile crack through his expression.

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IMAGINE: TONY FORCING YOU TO GO TO ONE OF HIS FANCY GALA PARTIES.

“Can we go please?” you whine, tugging at your formal outfit while Tony sips on his drink beside you. He scoffs at this, swirling his drink in the ice as he raises an eyebrow.

“We just got here.” Tony deadpans. “Besides, I’m the host. I can’t bail at my own party.”

“You suck.” you scowl, folding your arms across your chest. You already knew you were going to hate this, being dragged to one of Tony’s galas and him not really giving you much of a choice. You have no desire to mingle, to make small talk with all these people you don’t know. You don’t know how Tony can manage it, all the socialising, and you pout at Tony as he can’t help but chuckle at your dismal expression.