Fighting and being crazy aside but why were wanda and strange eye fucking each other every time they met?

This is the enemies to lovers trope we all need

Well mark me down as scared and horny-

If she said this to me, I would turn around and hug her so that she can literally obliterate me from the universeand that would be my honour-

Stephen should’ve just stepped out of her way, she even warned him beforehand-

ALL OF IT WAS WANDA BEING REASONABLE OKAY, MY MOTHER DID NOTHING WRONG Y'ALL!!!

Just watched Multiverse of Madness! One thing.

WANDA MAXIMOFF RULED THE MOVIE AND IS THE MVP!

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No. Fucking. Spoilers

Just shut up if you have seen the movie until may 6th then open your mouth

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Pawn (Moon Knight x Reader)

So this is Angst. I’ve probably watched moon knight at least 5 times now. I have so many theories and headcannons about this show I love this so much. (especially Steven Grant aka Best Boi)

Also I haven’t slept in a while so have fun!

(I also hope I did the switches right)

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It was supposed to be a simple mission. 

In and out. 

You, Layla, and Marc with the assistance of Konshu got a tip that a group of Ammit followers, a seemingly small group from what it entailed, were targeting this artifact located in a museum in New York. Konshu said that while the artifact wasn’t nearly as important as what the followers believed. It could still cause harm to whoever they chose to use it on. So, naturally, the group decided to scope it out and put an end to it. 

It was supposed to be a small group. 

You guys got to the site only for it to be an ambush, a lot more followers than what was originally entailed. Marc had luckily already been wearing the suit. However, you and Layla weren’t as fortunate. While both you and Layla were very good at combat, you still had to be careful. Unlike Marc, you didn’t have sacred healing armor from a Moon God. However, despite being careful you ended up finding yourself cornered between three of the followers. Your gun only had one bullet left and you were sure that one dude broke a rib or something when he landed a hit. You weren’t in the best of shape and you were waiting for him to have your back. 

Even as they beat the shit out of you, you were confident he would have your back. 

As they landed punch after punch, kick into your ribs that made you see brown and the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth, you were sure he would come. 

He was supposed to have your back. 

Like you always had his. 

When it became clear he wasn’t coming back you fought harder, breaking more things in the process, and luckily with cleverness you managed to get two of the followers. The last one didn’t put up much of a fight after you killed the two people with him.

When you noticed the place empty except for the bodies of Ammit’s followers a sickening feeling filled you. 

Where were Marc and Layla? 

You gathered what strength you had to look for them a little before deciding to make your way back to where you guys were staying. 

When you got back there you saw your two teammates patching up, Marc didn’t have a scratch, and Layla looked like she had some bruising on her knuckles however Marc was tending to her delicately, devotedly you would say. Marc didn’t even notice when you entered the room looking for the hydrogen peroxide and pain killers, however Layla being the attentive person that she was noticed almost immediately your state. 

“Holy shit,” She said as she made a beeline for you, her curls bouncing, “what in the fuck happened?”

“I’m fine Lay,” You comforted, “I just need some hydrogen peroxide,bandages, pain killers, and a decent amount of sleep and I’ll be right as rain.” You looked behind her and saw Marc’s brown eyes run over your visible injuries. However pissed off you wanted to be at him, you never could be. You barely managed to get Layla to attend to her own injuries when you got to your room where you bandaged yourself up. It was a painful process, the hydrogen burned like all hell in your open wounds, your hands shook wildly as you bandaged those and took those painkillers dry. You knew you should probably drink more water, especially in this case. You no sooner downed the pain killers when you heard a knock at your door. Carefully checking the peep hole only to be met with the stoic expression you know all too well. You opened the door to Marc and motioned him in. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. Regret shown clearly on his face, “I should have been there.”

“You were busy being Moon Knight,” you said, “let’s just not make this a habit, yeah?” You said lightly, wincing as you tried to lay back. Sharp pain shooting through you like lightning. 

“Yeah,” he agreed as he watched your face scrunch in pain, “What’s the damage?” 

“Oh you know, a couple of scratches, bruises, and cuts, and harmless fractured ribs.” You said. 

“So nothing serious.”

“Absolutely.” 

Silence rang throughout the room. You and the dark haired male in front of you have always interacted like this, having known him since before his brother’s untimely death. You also knew Steven and Jake. You had grown to like and love each part of the man in front of you, the good and the bad. 

Not that he ever noticed. 

You could see him look into the mirror next to the dresser, locked in some sort of conversation before turning his eyes back to you. 

“Steven wants to talk to ya,” he said, “he just wants to make sure you’re alright.” 

“I don’t know,” you said unsure, “I don’t really want him to see me like this.”

“He just wants to make sure you’re ok, he’ll be fine, he’s tougher than we give him credit for.” He said. You nod, in that instance you see his demeanor shift into one that is more open, more…Steven. 

Steven immediately went into full Steven mode. Fussing over you, making sure that you were set up and that your injuries tended to adequately. It took Steven some time to get adjusted to seeing blood and bruises regularly, however, once he did it turned out he had a natural gift for tending to people’s needs.  

“Oh dear,” Steven frets, already adjusting the pillow below your head to get you into a better position, “those wankers really did a number on you sweetheart.” You hold on to his hand and look at him. 

“I’m fine Steven, really, let’s just not make this a habit hmn?”

Steven nodded in agreement before looking back at the mirror then back at you. 

“Jake wants me to tell you that he’s sorry as well.”

“Really I’m fine Steven with a V,” You smiled and squeezed his hand to comfort him, “All I need right now I just need to sleep.” After that you bid your good nights before you fell asleep, slipping into the comfortable arms of dreamless sleep. 

—

This is the fifth time. 

Fucking fifth. 

The first two times you were sure they were just accidents, the heat of the moment distracting them. Being cornered, taking most of the heat from your shared opponent while Marc and Layla did what they did best. They made sure to apologize after, promising that it wouldn’t happen again. 

After the third you started to think maybe it was you. 

Maybe if you were stronger, more durable, cleverer, it wouldn’t happen. If only you were smarter you wouldn’t get cornered on missions taking the brunt of it. So you began to brutally train your body, you ran yourself beyond the point of exhaustion. 

The fourth time rolled around and only Layla noticed your state. 

Marc said nothing. 

He looked…disappointed. 

This was the fifth time, you were slowly bleeding out from the deep gash from your leg, luckily the person missed any important muscles and vessels. You were left, again, alone while Marc and Layla were nowhere to be found. You assumed they were already back and were tending to themselves, or Marc tending to Layla more like it. 

With each step you find your temper flaring with the searing pain. You could see what was going on now, clear as fucking day. 

You were bait. 

A goddamn distraction while Marc and Layla got in and got out unscathed or barely. Fire burned behind you as you came to the realization. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, with the burning rage settling in your gut your heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly, nothing but complete sadness settled there. It hurts that no matter how much you’ve been there with him, love him, been both his confidante and his best friend. He would toss you aside for Layla. 

Always Layla. 

You loved her as well, You would’ve given your gun arm if it meant that she lived. You would’ve laid down your life for either of them. 

And the most sick and twisted thing of all. 

Was that even in the midst of your heartbreak and sorrow,

You still would. 

—

Once the gash in your leg was healed enough you quietly grabbed your things. Some part of you wanted to say goodbye to Steven and Jake, you loved them and you had a feeling they didn’t have a part in this, that this was purely Marc. 

You didn’t want to leave, but you knew if you stayed one day you wouldn’t be so lucky. You had been lucky so far, they always missed something vital but that wasn’t a guarantee for next time. Next time you could be so seriously injured that you won’t be able to walk back to get what you need for treatment, you could die. 

And you refused to die as someone’s bait. 

Once you reach the nightstand you find two pictures that haunt you now. One was a group photo of you, Marc, and Layla. The other was an old picture of you and Marc, you both were still children and nothing in the world mattered more than each other. The angry part of you wanted to smash it, leave the glass everywhere and leave. But the larger, more sentimental part wanted to keep these pictures, since despite everything you still loved them with all your heart. 

You were so engrossed in the photos you didn’t notice the door opening. 

“What’s this?” 

You turned and saw the mess of dark curls leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, the hardened look in his midnight eyes tipped you off. 

Marc. 

You look away from him, not being able to look at him longer. You stuffed the photos in your bag before moving on. 

You reached the pair of jeans on the bed only for Marc’s hand to grab your wrist firmly. 

“Stop,” He said you still refused to look at him, “What the hell are you doing.” 

“What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” You asked shortly before yanking your arm away from him to continue. Before you could stuff more belongings your bag was suddenly halfway across the room, its contents spilling out. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you Spector?!” You raised your voice still not looking at him. 

“Me?” He asked incrediously, “what the fuck is wrong with me, I’m not the one fucking leaving for no goddamn reason! I mean, you’re not even fucking looking at me!”

“You’re fucking rich y’know that?” You bitterly laughed, “so fucking rich.” 

“Why the fuck are you laughing?”

“Because I’m fed up.” You said finally looking at him, “I’ve loved you, all parts of you, even the bits you’re ashamed of and hate yourself for. I’ve never hid that fact, not even when we were children.” You admitted, “I resigned myself to the fact that you’ll never feel that way about me, I’m ok with that. I’m glad you love Layla, and I couldn’t be anymore grateful that Layla loves you the way you’ve always deserved to be loved. I can live with that, and I have been. However, something I can’t live with…is you using me as a pawn.” 

Marc starts to open his mouth. 

“Shut up,” you said, “I’m not done.” Marc closes his mouth. 

“The first few times I didn’t think much of it, when really the red signs were right there. I just thought it was a mistake. Hell, at some point I blamed myself for not being stronger.” You could see his eyes fixating on anything but you after that sentence, “But when those people were hurting me, kicking my stomach until I coughed blood and my vision turned everything blurry, my ribs littered in fractures, and bleeding, and bruised. You were supposed to protect me, I’ve always understood Layla was your number 1 priority, but I was your friend, I’ve been your friend since the beginning. Does my loyalty and friendship mean so little to you?”

“No,” Marc said immediately, looking at you fiercely. 

“No Marc,” You said, “you lie to me one more time I’m just fucking going.” 

“It took me the fifth time to realize, you used me, you used me as a goddamn human shield so that Layla wouldn’t get hurt. You were perfectly ok with me getting stabbed and injured, but not Layla. Not your precious Layla…You didn’t even consider the fact that you knew all too damn well that if it ever came to it, I would die for her. I would do it happily, with a goddamn smile on my face because you’re not the only person who loves her. I would’ve done it for you as well you selfish asshole.” You gathered your bag and belongings from the floor, You didn’t even notice the shards of glass and broken picture frames littering the floor. 

“I’m done,” you said, “I loved you, with everything I had in me I did. I would have given my life. But clearly that was one-sided.” You put your duffle strap over your body and made your way past him to the door. 

You’re almost to the main door when your arm gets pulled back, and there’s Marc, his gaze hard but cracking. 

“Don’t you leave me,” he said, his voice gruff and laced with fustration, “Don’t you fucking leave me.” 

You yanked your arm out of his hold, “You think grabbing my arm will make me stay?” You were met with silence, you went to reach out for the doorknob when you felt his calloused hands hold yours softly. Completely different from two seconds ago. 

“Please sweetheart,” Steven said, his voice soft and pleading, “we need you.” 

You turned to Steven, you could see it in his eyes. He knew what was going on, but Marc kept him quiet. It wasn’t Steven’s fault. 

You brought your hands to his face and wiped the tears that already had formed. You knew what Marc was doing, it was a low blow. Letting Steven front, hoping to change your mind. For him. 

You gently kiss Steven’s eyelids. His salty tears coated your lips as you pressed your forehead against his. 

“I don’t blame you my Steven with a V. I will miss you and Jake, and don’t you or him ever hesitate if you need anything. But I need time away from Marc.” Steven nodded, he sniffled and let go. 

“Marc’s not happy ojos de angel,” Jake warned, “Steven and I will try to hold on to the body as much as we can. But when we slip, he will search for you. He will not stop.” 

“Thank you Jake,” You thanked and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I will miss you.” 

And with that you exited the flat and onto the busy streets of London, your heart breaking with every step. However, at some point, each step got easier, and for the first time you felt like you could breathe. 

You felt like you could sleep.

Saturday Night Fun (Should’ve Known Oneshot series)

A/N: Hey so this chapter gets a little heated. Also I’m so sorry for not posting in MONTHS! I recently just got done with college and there are still a lot of things I still need to do. I am hopefully going to see M.O.M tomorrow so NO SPOILERS FOR M.O.M In comments please!

Summary: Nick watches the twins while you and Wanda deal with an old friend. (by popular demand this is the oneshot where you and Wanda confront Bucky for being a damn snitch.)

“Alright Nick looks like we have everything,” You said after double checking to make sure your phone was charged and you had your wallet in your purse, “You sure you’ll be alright with the twins until we get back?”

“Do I look like an amature to you (L/n)?” Nick asks with his arms crossed, to anyone else the eyepatched man would be intimidating, however you’ve grown used to his intensity. 

“It’s Maximoff now!” Wanda called, she took a little longer than you in the bathroom but you didn’t mind. She looked beautiful to you regardless.

“You still haven’t asked for my blessing!” Nick retorted. 

“We should be back around three or four,” You ignored the banter between your wife and your only father figure, “if you need anything don’t hesitate to call. The twins are already down for the night but they should be good. There’s leftovers in the fridge in case you feel hungry or anything, the wifi password is-”

“You worry too much, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Once or twice.” you respond sheepishly. Nick gave you a firm squeeze on your shoulder, the closest thing the feared director of SHIELD Nick Fury gives to a hug.

“Everything will be fine,” Nick reassured, “and don’t be shy and get you and Wanda a room if you’re feeling tired after your night of fun.” Nick lets go of your shoulder. 

“Are you sure Nick?”

“I’m certain,” Nick says firmly. 

“Alright,” Wanda says coming out of the hallway, her scarlet hair curled and she wears a black dress with a red leather coat. Black lined her eyes and a nude lip, as she was busy grabbing her purse you were mentally fist bumping whatever god gave you the hottest fucking woman you’ve ever seen as your wife. “We should get going if we want to make our reservation.” As if noticing you for the first time Wanda does exactly the same thing in her mind, your hair was styled and goddamn your ass looked fine in those pants. 

“Stop gawking at each other and go already,” Nick impatiently said, “you’ve got reservations to keep.”

“You just want us gone so you can watch the bachelorette.” You sassed. 

“It’s the season finale and I refuse to be kept in suspense for longer.” Nick defended. You link your hand with Wanda and go towards the door together. 

“Oh and ladies,” Nick called as you were leaving, you both stopped to look at him, “try to play nice, I would hate to apologize to the Princess of Wakanda for ruining her handiwork.”

“I don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep.” You said before finally saying goodbye and going off in the night with Wanda by your side. 

-

-

“Is the reservation ready?” You ask Wanda, the lights of brooklyn illuminating her in its glow.  

“Seems so,” Wanda says, pointing to the lone silhouette in the diner across the street. You both look at each other in a comfortable silence. You made your way across the street and into the diner. It was run down and you silently thanked it was a slow night in this diner in brooklyn. The only ones there were the cook, waitress, and the man in the booth whose back was to you and Wanda. You gave Wanda a look and with a wave of her hand the everyone in the diner froze in place. Everyone except you and the man in the booth. You and your wife made your way to him. And without him having to look behind him he says. 

“I was wondering when you were going to show up.” 

“But you knew we would,” Wanda said, ushering you into the seat across from the dark haired man. The fluorescent lights glinted off of his artificial arm. His blue eyes glanced at the frozen staff. 

“I would offer to buy you ladies a drink but I don’t think the waitress is taking any orders.” Bucky said, taking a sip from the glass at the table. A moment of silence passed, tension thick and sharp as knives, you and Wanda did not hide the animosity in your glares. 

“Before we get started,” You said leaning forward, “do you have anything to say in your defense?”

“Like what?”

“Like why you did it,” You said, “why you betrayed my trust and not only kept me in the dark but also put my family’s safety on the line.” 

“He had the right to know-”

“You should have told me.” You interrupted, “you should have discussed it with me. Instead of pussy footing around-”

“That’s not very lady-like language-” Before he could antagonize you further you reached over the table and slammed his head down on the table. Careful not to cause more than a broken nose. Bucky grunted in pain before holding his nose and without hesitation with a sickening crack, realigned his nose. You leaned across the table again, the heat of your glare scalding the winter soldier before you. 

“Anything else smart to say.” you dared, he looked as though he was about to say something but one look to the redhead beside you and he thought otherwise. 

“You betrayed me,” You said, “You betrayed us.” You motion to your wife beside you. “And I think I know why.”

“Enlighten me,” Bucky said, a hint of aggression in his tone and something else you knew all too well. 

Fear. 

“You love Steve, you always have.” you start, “I know it broke your heart as well as mine when he left for Peggy all those years ago.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Yes I do,” you interrupt, “I think I’m one of the only people who knows.” Bucky sighed and looked at his hands. 

“You were pissed off,” you continue, “it felt like the world had stopped spinning, there was too much noise, and yet you never felt so alone.” Your eyes never left his large frame, which now had seemingly shrunk. “Now you had memories and dreams of someone who was no longer there. And there was a hole, a hole that no matter how much you tried to fill it with someone or something… it would never be complete without him.” You take a breath and take your wife’s hand, it was smaller than yours, softer as well. 

“But he didn’t stay with Peggy-”

“No he didn’t,” you said, “but I think, maybe, that pissed you off even more.”

“Why would I be more pissed off at that?” He gruffed. 

“Multiple reasons.”

“Enlighten me then sweetheart.” He whispered, anyone else would shake at the look he was giving you. However, you’ve faced worse. 

“You were pissed off because it showed that he was willing to leave you behind for someone else,” You said your eyes matching his, “you were pissed off that even though he came back he wasn’t going to stay,” his eyes narrow, “but I think what pissed you off more…” You paused, unsure whether or not you should go that far. 

“What sweetheart,” he snarled, “you think you know me so well, tell me what pissed me off more.” 

“What pissed you off more,” You started, “was that he didn’t come back for you.” 

As though he was just stabbed, Bucky’s frame flinched and tensed. The truth was as plain as day on his face. 

You were rarely wrong on such matters. 

“So you did what you could do,” you continued, “you lashed out on the person he came back for.” His shoulders still tense as his eyes refused to meet your gaze again, “Instead of telling me, you decided to make my life hell by keeping the ghost of him around with the justification of giving me ‘puzzle pieces to put together’ as though I was in the right state of mind to do that.” You continued not caring about the 6 foot soldier curling in on himself, “and when that didn’t work out, you took all that energy and directed it to everyone else around you.” You motioned Wanda to lift Bucky’s head up, red swirled around her fingertips as Bucky’s face was suddenly brought back to focus on yours. “And you know what I think pissed you off the most out of all these reasons?” There was a pause, “Was that I had moved on, while you were stuck in the past.” And with that you landed the final blow. You nod at Wanda letting her know to drop her spell. With a wave of her hand the diner returned to its previous bustle. Just as you were about to leave the dark haired man alone you stopped. 

“I understand why you did what you did,” you said, “Even if I’m wrong I understand…I would forgive you if it was just me you fucked over… But it wasn’t. You completely turned my kids life upside down, and you made my wife terrified. I’m thankful that Steve understood and we reached an amicable arrangement, but it had all the potential to not be so. In that regard you are lucky, because if you thought that this talk was bad, there would be no telling what I would do to you if that wasn’t the case. You didn’t just fuck me over when you did that, you put my family through hell. And for that, I will never forgive you.” 

And with that you and Wanda walked hand in hand out of that diner, together, ready to put the past behind you once more.

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Altered (#52)

Summary: Wanda hits you hard in the heartstrings with her new reality

Pairing: there isn’t exactly one??? I guess platonic!wanda x reader, platonic!monica x reader, a little Pietro x reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, reader gets restrained at one point, kinda sad lol

AN: just letting you guys know that I’m POTENTIALLY changing the layout of my intro to stories a little, as you can see NO MORE BANNER!! it was just getting to be a big hassle switching devices and with storage so I’m changing it up a bit but let me know if you do prefer it the old way or have suggestions to make it better!!!! I love you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Everybody, shut up! Darcy, what’s happening?!” You demand, leaning over her shoulder towards the monitor.

“I’m not sure. She seems almost confused? That shouldn’t happen for the writer of the show should it?” She asks, staring down the screen just as much as you.

You watch carefully as Wanda opens the door, shaking your head slowly to answer the question. “I don’t understand, why doesn’t Wanda know what’s going on?!” You ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“I don’t know! She should know what’s happening in her own show, shouldn’t she?” Darcy sighs, staring down the screen.

But then, the head of silver hair is clear across the screen. Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes widen.

“She didn’t- she couldn’t have gone back for his body- not after so long.” You say, tears filling your eyes.

“Who?” Darcy asks, looking slightly confused.

Before you can answer, a face is put to the hair. You feel your fists clench in anger.

“Holy shit! She recast Pietro!” Darcy exclaims, trying to zoom in on the face.

You take a couple deep breaths, trying to keep your cool but watching her embrace him as though he really is Pietro, YOUR Pietro is too much. You let out a small cry and turn away from the screen, your powers starting to take control.

You notice your hands glowing the familiar violet shade and you make your way out of the lab as quick as possible, shoving past everyone and racing outside. You let yourself collapse into the grass of the surveillance field, tears running down your cheeks. As soon as your hands touch the ground, a blast of energy goes with them, shattering several vehicle windows and probably some lab equipment and nearly knocking over several of the army level vehicles in the near vicinity.

“Y/l/n, calm yourself down. You can’t help anyone if you don’t control your emotions.” A male voice calls out.

“Leave me alone Hayward.” You breath, eyes still closed, your voice a tone of warning.

“I’m not gonna do that y/n, you’re a member of this team and we need you capable of working.” He says, inching closer.

“I don’t care! Leave Wanda to do as she pleases with her husband and their kids for all I care! But she does NOT get to forget the real Pietro. She does NOT get to act like recasting him like some character is bringing him back!” You cry, glaring over at him from the ground.

“She’s holding a town of at least 3000 people hostage in there y/l/n, we have bigger problems than just her brother.” He sighs, moving even closer.

“That is NOT her brother! That is a look alike, he is not Pietro and never will be!” You scream, a blast of your powers taking over again. Hayward is knocked easily to the ground and so are several stations of the base.

Suddenly you feel a prick in your arm. You look down and see a small dart there, implanted in your skin. As you go to rip it out, you fall over and everything goes black.

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“Let me go!” You scream, yanking on the restraints against your arms. Hayward sighs, running a hand through his hair tiredly.

“You could’ve killed me and everyone on this base with that blast of power y/l/n. This is for everyone’s safety, including your own.” He explains but you merely glare in response.

“Director Hayward, you’re needed in the lab.” Some woman says as she enters the room. He nods and steps out, ignoring your cries of protest.

“Y/l/n please calm down.” A soft voice says as they enter the room. You look over to see Monica standing there, cautiously entering.

“Captain Rambeau, I’m restrained for a reason. I can’t hurt anyone with these on. You can come in.” You mutter dryly.

“Thank you.” She says, coming to sit next to you. You blink at her, not wanting to be the first to speak.

“What was the freak out over there all about?” She finally asks. You sigh, looking away and letting a curtain of your y/h/c hair cover the side of your face to shield from her piercing gaze.

“I was an Avenger, I’m not sure if you knew that.” You start and Monica nods to show she did. “Well, when ultron came along I was around the same age as the twins, about 17 or so. Still a kid. The rest of the team didn’t want me there, they didn’t want me getting hurt or killed or something. But I insisted on going. Fury allowed it because I’m useful in some situations, as I’m sure you can tell by now.” You continue, glancing down at your hands for emphasis.

“My powers are from the same experimentation as the twins but mine were forced on me. They knew I was like a kid to some of the avengers and HYDRA took advantage of that. They kidnapped me while I was on my way home from school and they experimented on me, tortured me and changed me over the course of a year or two. That’s why I was on that mission. To get rid of them for what they’ve done.” You explain, biting your lip at the memories.

“Wanda stuck with Ultrons plan and with him for the most part. But when Pietro found out about me he got really curious. He came to our base looking for me. He didn’t care what everyone else on the team thought, he said he just felt like he had to know me. And he got to know me too. I told him how my powers are a more train wreck like version of Wandas because I wasn’t in the experimentation willingly, how sometimes I get bits of his powers in moments of anger. It’s odd but it’s true. He was fascinated. He flirted, I tried to a little bit.” You say, smiling softly at the thought of his smirk.

“And we really quickly fell in love. It was essentially like love at first sight. He called me his princessa and he would tell me things would be ok when he sensed I was scared. It got a little hard while they were still teamed up with Ultron but when his sister finally came around, he was glad to be able to be us more often. Wanda of course didn’t really approve, she thought he was being seduced for the sole purpose of getting him on our side. But we didn’t care. We still cuddled together and held hands and spent every moment together, even if she was around. It was almost like there was no one else in the world but us.” You giggle quietly, the image of him speeding around you to make you dizzy just so he could hold you still etched clearly in your mind.

“Then, when Ultron took Nat, it turned to chaos. Everyone was trying to find her, to find him, to find out his plan. We got separated, so did he and Wanda. They’d always taken care of each other so I know it was difficult for him. But then in the chaos, he had to be a hero. He went back to help save that kid. And he was killed because of it.” You sigh, staring down at your hands as a small flicker of purple flashes on your finger tips.

“Oh y/n… I had no idea.” Monica says remorsefully. You shrug it off, trying to play it cool.

“It’s fine. No one did really. It was just between us and the other Avengers. It wasn’t a publicity thing, it was a love thing.” You sigh, smiling sadly in her direction.

“But that’s why I freaked out. She replaced Pietro, the love of my life and her brother, with a look alike and acted like it was no big deal. That hurts me, Monica. It burns right in my heart.” You explain. She nods, obviously understanding what you mean.

She looks around and grabs something from the drawer of the nightstand across the room.

“What’re you-.” You start but she shushes you, coming over and using the key in her hand to undo the restraints.

“Monica that’s a bad idea. I’m not in my right mind-.” You start again but she shakes her head.

“You’re grieving. And it’s not like you have a town of 3000 people at your disposal. You just need to keep taking deep breaths.” She explains.

“You’re right. Thank you.” You say, quickly wrapping your arms around her in a hug.

“Did you guys have any luck identifying the phoney Pietro yet?” You ask as you stand up, wanting nothing more than to slap the red headed witch. You knew this was how she was coping but it was getting way too far.

“No. It’s like he doesn’t exist in the real world. Wanda couldn’t have made him out of thin air though so it’s strange.” She sighs, looking puzzled.

“Everything about Wanda Maximoff is strange.” You grumble.

“She could probably say the same about you.” Monica laughs with a shrug.

You just shake your head, biting your lip again. “No, my powers have differences to hers. She can clearly morph and alter reality, I merely have a strong telekinesis ability because of it. Wanda… Wanda is something else.” 

The two of you find Darcy and Jimmy in a group meeting where Hayward is going on a mini tangent. When he sees you, he starts to freak out.

“Do you know how dangerous it is to let her out?! She was in hysterics not even an hour ago!” He demands, storming over and grabbing you harshly by the wrist, trying to pull you back out into the hall.

“Director, I wouldn’t grab a person who was “just in hysterics” so harshly if I were you, it seems rather stupid.” You growl, yanking your hand away.

“Besides, I can keep myself in check if it means getting Wanda out safely. She’s created this world as a form of escapism, it’s just gotten too far. Believe me, Wanda killed Ultron because he wanted to destroy the human world. She isn’t a typically violent person. This is grief.” You explain, walking away from the speechless man and stopping at the computer screen, watching Wanda greet the imposter Pietro again.

“You are here as a tool in case she does get violent, you don’t have the clearance to engage with the research portion.” He shouts, clearly getting fed up with it.

“Fine. You don’t want me to look at what you’re actually trying to do? Then let me engage with Wanda. I can get through to her in a way you know you can’t. I want to go in, and you cannot stop me.” You challenge, standing again and storming out, walking in bold steps towards the Hex’s barrier. 

Hayward chases after you, yelling orders and eventually profanities, Darcy is close behind him followed by Monica and Jimmy, all three of which are shouting their worries and warnings but you don’t stop. The rage in your body has taken the reigns and is walking you closer until you’re right at the edge, hand to the red screenlike wall, pushing forward against the pressure of the altered reality.

Without a second thought, you walk through into Wanda’s sitcom-like dream world.

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