in case you don’t know this is set up in the same universe as my Should’ve Known series if you want to check it out before reading further the links are right under this paragraph.
You don’t quite remember waking up, you just remember feeling warm and hearing your wifes soft breathing next to you and the sounds of rain outside.
You opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was the rain gently decending on your window.
It was peaceful, you looked at the clock and saw it was only eight in the morning. You know you probably would’ve gotten up sooner had it not been for the twins being away at Nick’s for the weekend which was a small blessing. You rarely had moments like theses with Wanda, where there wasn’t any particular rush or set schedule for the day. It was sunday and sundays was usually a break day for everyone. Wanda didn’t go studying and you guys can spend the day together doing whatever.
You gently turn only to see your wife still sleeping. Moments like these were even rarer. Wanda usually is the first one up in the mornings, however, when she sleeps she sleeps like an angel. Her features were peaceful, which once again was rare but was becoming more common now that you guys had no more battles to fight.
Those days were finally over and this was your reward.
You gently kiss her forehead, hoping not to wake her and you carefully unwound the sheets from yourself. Your feet pad gently to the kitchen where you began breakfast.
You put the kettle on to boil while you got the tea packets ready and got to making breakfast. You remember this Sokovian breakfast that Wanda taught you and decided to make it. It was a relatively simple recipe, it was essentially pancakes just a little thicker than a crepe.
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Wanda woke up to the smell of fluffy pancakes in the air. the warm and sweet scent reminded her of mornings when she and Pietro were young. Either her mother or father in the kitchen cooking pancakes before her father had to go to work and the rest of the day began.
Wanda opened her eyes to the other half of her bed empty, but the smell of pancakes and the faint sound of old music told her where you were.
She stretched sleep from her limbs with a groan and silently made her way to you.
Once Wanda reached you she simply stood by the doorway, watching while you swayed your hips and sing a long to the music in a languid way. It was off key and it was beautiful at the same time, because it was you. You could make even the trash look beautiful if you were holding it to her. If she could, Wanda would forever capture this moment with you and keep it with her always.
Wanda was more than content with watching you from afar but the pancakes you were making lured her further in and forced her from her spot at the doorway.
“good morning Солнечный свет,” Wanda greeted with a kiss to your cheek. “it smells good, how can I help?”
“I’m almost done here, why don’t you set the table.” You said as you pecked her lips. Concentrating mostly on not burning the pancakes. Wanda did as you had asked and set the table for the both of you.
By the time Wanda had set the table you were done cooking and were plating the pancakes and pouring the tea into their respective cups.
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“What time is Nick bringing the kids?” Wanda asked as she stuffs another mouthful and delicious fluffy pancakes into her mouth.
“Originally it was today but I got a call earlier before you woke up,” You said as you take another bite, “but the twins want to visit smithsonian with Nick, so they’re staying another day. Strange will portal them here early tomorrow.”
“So that just leaves us another day then,” Wanda said quirking her eyebrow, “all alone.” You winked in response and laughed slightly.
Yes just another day alone with one another.
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It was one of those days where you just let Wanda magic all the dishes clean and away along with the mess you had made making the breakfast.
You and her had been so busy the past weekend, you loved the twins with every fiber of your being. You would die for them. But you really couldn’t get much cleaning done when they were here, because once you got one area clean, the kids would come in like a tsunami and suddenly the coffee table is sticky and all the toys were out.
So when Nick called you and said he wanted the weekend with his grandkids you didn’t have any quarrel with it. You knew besides you and Wanda, Nick loved those kids and would do anything for them.
The past two days were spent cleaning, manually. Wanda was originally just magic all the mess and clutter away, but you somehow convinced her that doing it manually was much more rewarding.
However, after cleaning and reorganizing everything, now you want nothing more than to sit on the couch with Wanda and watch whatever, not having to get up to even do dishes.
And that’s exactly what you did.
You made popcorn and you and Wanda watched most of the movies you watched when the kids were asleep at night along with binge watching a few episodes from various sitcoms.
At some point there was just silence, you and Wanda just watched the rain and were content to just be together.
Sometimes you sit back and you just admire how far both you and Wanda have come. From living at the compound, getting called away for missions where you never knew what was going to happen, always sacrificing the people and things that matter most to you for the greater good, being so powerful and yet to powerless when it really counted.
You loved your life, you loved your kids and your wife.
You’ll treasure it and hold onto it for as long as you could.
A/N: the Alternate Ending is here! I’m so sorry this took so long and for the overall accidental hiatus. I have been busy getting things ready for a yard sale and I’m preparing for school and I just overall didn’t have much time for writing. Thank you all so much for all the love and if you’ve noticed I reorganized my Masterlists so that way everything is more organized and everything. I’ll have to edit every one of my posts to that way people can find things better but for now enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Wanda or Steve they are owned by Marvel, I don’t own the gif either.
WARNINGS:Angst, Swearing, the stages of grief, loss, dark themes, 18 + from here on out, SERIOUSLY DARK MENTIONS OF DEATH IF THIS IS TRIGGERING PLEASE AVOID THANK YOU
You were foolish to believe Wanda would respect your wishes.
The morning after returning from the hospital you felt weird, lighter, stronger. Considering that a building came down on you a few days prior, you felt far too healthy. You had leapt from the bed and begged that what you thought wasn’t true, only to be met with one of your greatest fears once again.
Wanda had built an idyllic town, streets lined with perfect houses with perfect yards. School was far enough for the twins to ride their bikes to and from everyday. There was an ice cream shop down the street and there was pizza delivery any time of day. Wanda had even redecorated your home as well, overnight your rustic home had turned into the domestic suburban dream that you had remembered from the first Hex.
The only bright side to it was the lack of decade skipping, you woke in the modern century and that is where it stayed.
“Mommy?” Lettie’s voice broke you from your thoughts as you remembered where you were. Family Dinner was a non negotiable event, it happened once a day every day. Sometimes that is what you used to keep track of the days gone by here. “Are you ok?”
“Yes baby,” You assured your daughter, giving her a small wink before going back to your meal. It was Friday so it was Pizza night, cheese mixing with tomato and sausage left a heavenly taste on your tongue. Half of the pizza was meat lovers special for you and Stevie while the other side was plain cheese for Wanda and Lettie. The one thing you had to give the Hex, the pizza was damn good.
So far you gathered that the twins knew that something wasn’t right, they just didn’t know what. It made your stomach twist, you weren’t sure if Wanda put them under a spell or took their memories of the past few months away. You weren’t sure if Wanda was capable of meddling with their minds, you knew she loved the twins and would never do anything to harm them.
However Wanda had loved you and yet she did this.
“”Cолнечный свет you seem distracted,” You heard your wife remark across the table, “is everything alright?”
“I’m fine Wanda.” You reply coldly as you refuse to meet her eyes. You continued to eat your dinner, listening intently to the children recount their day.
“Miss. Johnson says I’m the brightest in her class,” Stevie said excitedly as he continued to ramble on about Miss. Johnson. You can feel Wanda’s eyes on you, but you paid her no mind as your son continues to talk.
Eventually dinner ends and you tuck the kids into bed, giving them each kisses on their brows.
“Mommy,”
“Yes baby.”
“Mama did something bad didn’t she.”
You paused for a minute, your children’s blue eyes staring back at you. You always knew that they were too observant for their own good. You sighed as you placed a kiss on their foreheads.
“Mama loves you with all her heart,” You start, “She would do anything to protect you, same as I. It’s just that sometimes Mama can’t tell the difference between right and wrong, and that makes me worried for her.” You tuck them further into their comforters, “the one thing I’m certain about is that she loves you so much and she would never hurt you. Much like how much you love her and would do anything for her.”
“And like how much you love her.”
Silence filled the air for a second, just a heartbeat before you found yourself replying.
“Exactly,” You said, “And much like I would do anything to protect you I would do anything to protect her.”
After that you bid the twins goodnight one last time before finally closing their door.
“You know I love you too right,” You hear Wanda say behind you, “and I would do anything to protect you.”
“I know.”
“I don’t think you do.” Wanda said, your back was still facing her. You haven’t looked at her even once after waking up in the Hex and it was driving Wanda mad.
Maybe she already was.
You went to walk to your bedroom when suddenly you felt yourself being pinned to the wall, it wasn’t rough but it certainly wasn’t the gentle touch you knew. You kept your eyes on the ground, you knew the moment you looked at her your resolve would crumble.
“Look at me,” Wanda let out in a choked whisper, “please my Солнечный свет, I know you’re beyond upset with me, but I did this for us.” She leaned in closer, her nose brushing against your cheek as you continued to look anywhere but her. However you still feel your resolve crumbling as her breath tickles your neck and her hands find their way to your waist. You could smell the familiar scent of roses and incense on her, the one thing that didn’t change. You feel her lips peck at your neck a bit, once, twice, before a sharp nip under your jaw caught you off guard. You let out a low moan as her hand firmly grasps your jaw making you look at her.
You could see it in her eyes. Those beautiful pale green eyes that you looked into and felt safe. It was only now that you could see the obsession in them, the unspoken promise of never letting you go.
Till death did you part and now that she took death out of the equation.
You were hers.
Forever.
“I love you,” She says as she kisses the corner of your mouth, “I would destroy the world if it meant that I got to keep you and our family safe.” Her hands glide over your stomach, “I love our family with everything I am, I love taking care of you. I miss waking up every morning with your arms around me, I miss the way you smiled at me when I came home everyday, miss the way our hands always found each other, I miss us.” Her forehead presses to yours, “You hadn’t looked at me since before the Hex and it felt like I was running out of air, I was suffocating and cold. But now that you’re looking at me and it feels like I can breathe again, I feel warm and lightheaded and at peace.” Her hands move to cradle your face, “I don’t feel at peace unless I have you with me.”
“Wanda-”
“Please don’t call me that.” Wanda says, her voice breaking just a little, “You never used to call me Wanda before.”
“But this isn’t like before.”
“Why can’t it be?” Wanda asks, her green eyes boring into yours, the intensity was enough to make you feel vulnerable. You could see something dangerous lurking behind those eyes, something telling you not to push it further.
“In here you’re safe,” Wanda says, pinning you further into the wall, “in here our children are safe. No one will ever be able to take my family from me, ever again.”
Natasha woke up, taking a moment to notice how calm she was at that moment. She finally opens her eyes and sees that the sun has not yet risen. To her right lays Maria who is curled into her side with an arm wrapped around her waist.
She kicks herself for not minding the brunettes actions.God why is she so weak?! She can’t believe people saw her like that.
Natasha sneaks out of the bed and out the room making sure neither Fury or Maria woke up. She makes her way to the training room and does what she does best.
She put her walls back up. After all, Widows are made of steel. She doesn’t bother wrapping her hands before punching the punching bag. She doesn’t know how long she was training until the sun was up and she heard her names being called from behind her.
“Natasha! You scared us. You can’t just leave and not te-” Maria doesn’t get to finished her sentence due to the view of Natasha’s hands.
“Natasha. Come here please.” Maria says calmly.
Natasha rolls her eyes and walks over to the brunette. Maria softly grabs Natasha’s hand, observing the bright red that leaked down her fingers and split knuckles that colored black and purple.
Maria sighs, “Why are you doing this to yourself? You can’t train if this is how you’re going to do it.”
“I can do whatever I want. Stop acting like you care. You think I’m stupid enough to believe that you all are just nice people?! No. They’re always nice at first and I’m not going to let myself fall for your shit so move. I’m leaving, or if you want to kill me that’s fine too. I don’t really give a shit anymore. You know what? Barton should have killed me the second he got me.” Natasha snatched her hand out of Maria’s grasp and heads towards the door.
“Natasha get back here now! Natasha please.” Maria follows her, running after the familiar red hair. Natasha goes to her room first and locks it, sighing in relief when she sees that Fury had left. She goes to her bathroom and sits against the bathtub.
She finally lets the tears fall. She’s cried so much over the past couple of days which makes her feel even worse.
She’s so lost in though that she doesn’t hear the heaping of the override Maria used to het into her room. Neither does she hear the bathroom door opening.
Maria sits in front of her with a first aid kit. She sees the far off look in Natasha’s eyes, knowing she won’t be back mentally for a while. As before, Natasha looks like she’s looking right through her. She reaches out to grab the small girls hand.
She wipes off the blood with alcohol wipes. Natasha doesn’t even flinch which makes Maria worried. She wraps the hand and goes to the other. When she has both hands done, she doesn’t let them go. Instead, she holds them close and presses a soft kiss to each of the girls knuckles.
“Natasha.” No answer.
She moves forward onto her knees, taking Natasha’s face in her hands. She soothingly rubs Natasha’s cheeks with the pads of her thumbs. This brings Natasha back to the present with a scare.
She flinches at the touch but then relaxes once she sees who it is. She looks down, away from the blue eyes that look worried.
Maria lifts her chin, making her hold eye contact. “I’m sorry Natasha. I’m sorry that I yelled. I’m sorry that you felt as though this place was a trick. I’m so sorry that you experienced something like that in the past. You don’t deserve that. We would never hurt you here. Not on purpose. Never.”
Maria brings her into a hug causing Natasha to stiffen. Maria runs her fingers through the redheads hair, untangling the strands. Natasha melts into the embrace after a couple moments.
She doesn’t notice that a couple tears have fallen from her eyes. When Maria backs away from the hug, she leads Natasha out of the bathroom and onto the bed.
When she sits on the bed, she lays Natasha’s head on her lap and continues to play with her hair. They sit in silence for a while until Maria decides to speak.
“I’m glad he didn’t kill you. You don’t deserve to die Natasha. Your heart is good and I know you don’t believe that yet but I can promise you that it’s there and it’s good. I see it in your eyes everyday. The way they soften when you look at the friendships others have formed and the way they share laughs. And the way they light up when you get simple things such as orange juice. You have a beautiful heart Natasha.” At Maria’s words, Natasha’s eyes well up with tears again. Never has she ever been told something like that. For the first 7 years of her life she never even knew what eye color she had due to the red rooms lack of mirrors. She didn’t really know what she looked like until then either.
“You know, everyday I can feel how much I’m changing. I’ve been changing since you got here. I know it was only a couple days ago, but there’s something about you.”
In response, Natasha’s warily reaches behind her and grabs the hand that isn’t running through her hair and holds it. They sit in that room till lunch time and eventually fall asleep.
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Natasha wakes up two hours later and finds that they have moved in their sleep causing Natasha to be on top of a sleeping Maria. Her face heats up and she goes to move off of the brunette but is unable to because Maria subconsciously pulls her back into her. Natasha let’s out a sigh and burrows her face in Maria’s neck, falling back asleep.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. Override lock.” Maria hears coming from outside. Fury comes into the room looking amused at the sight in front of him. “You know, she’s good for you M.”
“Shut up. We’ve only known each other for like 3 days.” She runs her fingers along Natasha’s back, feeling the girl let out a content sigh.
“All I’m saying is, hurt her and you’re out. I mean it Hill. There’s something about her.” Fury states, walking closer to them and sitting down on the bed. He takes Natasha’s wrapped hand into his, rubbing the back of them softly.
“I won’t hurt her. Never.” They both look at the way Natasha’s face looks as she sleeps. Her long hair a bit messy and her plump rosy lips slightly parted. There’s a light blush to her cheeks and subtle freckles that decorate them. She looks younger and at peace. Completely different than when she’s awake.
“Hey guys! Lunch is ready downst-” Clint is cut off by the looks Fury and Maria give him. They both look down and see that Natasha is half way asleep.
“Come on Nat, time to eat. You missed breakfast.” Fury pokes at her side, causing her to let out a shriek and jump roll away from him. Both Maria and him let out a chuckle and how the assassin is ticklish.
“Let’s go,” Maria gets up from the bed and drags Natasha with her. The red head follows with a groan. “How’s your hands?”
“Fine. I’ve had worse.” Natasha shrugs. Maria let’s out a sigh at the thought of Natasha having done that before.
“You’re not going to do it again right?” Again, Natasha responds with a shrug. “Come on Nat, if you ever need to let out some frustration, I’ll spar with you.”
“Okay.”
Fury heads off to his office and leaves both girls at one of the tables. Clint follows a couple seconds later. He carries two trays for both of them and you guessed it, orange juice for Nat.
When Nat sees the orange juice, her eyes light up. Exactly how Maria described and she sits and watches it happen again.
“So, Natasha, How is day three?” Clint asks, taking a night out of his sandwich.
“Umm, it’s fine.” Natasha looks down and tries to forget the morning.
“I saw you and a little someone here getting pretty comfortable. How was it cuddling with badass Maria Hill?” The archer teases, wiggling his eyebrows at the women in front of him.
“What’s cuddling?” Natasha looks confused.
“Nothing, don’t listen to him. He’s being a jerk.” Maria steps in. I’m all honestly, both their hearts break at Natasha’s words. The poor girl didn’t even know what cuddling was.
Natasha shrugs her shoulders and eats another one of her chips.
“So, Natasha, it’s family movie night which means everyone watches a movie and eats snacks in the family room. Are you coming?” Clint asks.
Unsure, Natasha looks to Maria and received a nod of a head. Natasha looks back to Clint and nods her head in response.
“Cool. I’ll save us seats. Well, I’m done and gotta go fill out paper work. I’ll see you guys tonight.” He collects his stuff and leaves the table, leaving the two women alone.
“Can I be done?” Natasha asks, head faced down. Maria softly lifts Natasha’s head and says, “Remember when I said you don’t ever have to finish your food?” She eats a nod.
“I just don’t want to make anyone mad.” Natasha admits.
“No one will get mad for you not wanting to eat all of your food. However, we do need to set up a clinic meeting. We’re concerned that you aren’t at the proper weight level for your age. Wait, how old are you?” Natasha shrugs her shoulders.
“I don’t know. Twenty something. Probably 22 to 24. The red room doesn’t tell you how old you are and they mess with you by never letting you know what time of day it is or how many days pass. So, I’m not really sure.” The way Natasha speaks about it so nonchalantly makes Maria’s heart break for the millionth time that day.
“Well, we’ll find out when we go see the doctor.” She pats Natasha’s knee.
“How old are you?” Natasha asks, swinging her legs back and forth and resting her head on her hand that’s propped up on the table. Maria notices how care free she seems at the moment.
“I’m 25.”
“Do you like your job?”
“Most of the time. Sometimes it can be a little much. I know this isn’t really a job for you since you’re technically forced to be here, but how about you? Do you like it here so far?”
“I don’t like what I had to do to get here. I didn’t like killing those people. But I do like it in here. No one has hurt me yet and I don’t have to sleep with handcuffs connected to the headboard. I also didn’t have you or Clint or Fury so that’s nice. And I have orange juice here and not grey smoothies that tasted like cement. Overall, this place is better than anything I’ve ever known-” Maria cuts her off by embracing her in a hug. Natasha’s shocked at first but hugs back. “I also didn’t get these either.”
so the reason I’m such a Marvel fanatic is because of my Dad and we watched the trailer together today and HE SPOTTED HOW STRANGE HAS GOTTEN HOLD OF THE DARKHOLD AND IS TRYING TO PRACTICE CHAOS MAGIC AND DREW THE PARALLELS BETWEEN THE LAST SCENE OF WANDAVISION AND THIS SCENE IN THE TRAILER AND I HAD TO SHARE IT WITH YOU GUYS
HOLY FUDGING SHIT
So after having this conversation with my Dad I re-watched the trailer and TV Spot and I noticed this figure over Kamar Taj and I feel like this could be Wanda attacking them because she wants her book back?
so the reason I’m such a Marvel fanatic is because of my Dad and we watched the trailer together today and HE SPOTTED HOW STRANGE HAS GOTTEN HOLD OF THE DARKHOLD AND IS TRYING TO PRACTICE CHAOS MAGIC AND DREW THE PARALLELS BETWEEN THE LAST SCENE OF WANDAVISION AND THIS SCENE IN THE TRAILER AND I HAD TO SHARE IT WITH YOU GUYS
So clearly MOM has a lot of nods towards things we saw in What If…?
ME BEING ME ZOOMED IN ALL THE SHATTERED GLASS PIECES AND I THINK I SEE A GLIMPSE OF CAP’S SHIELD BUT LIKE I THINK IT IS NOT BECAUSE IT COULD PEGGY AS CAP CARTER??
ALSO?? ZOMBIE STRANGE?? KEVIN FIEGE DID SAY WHAT IF WOULD HAVE ELEMENTS THAT WOULD BE IMPORTANT FOR MOVIE WATCHERS SOOOO
So clearly MOM has a lot of nods towards things we saw in What If…?
ME BEING ME ZOOMED IN ALL THE SHATTERED GLASS PIECES AND I THINK I SEE A GLIMPSE OF CAP’S SHIELD BUT LIKE I THINK IT IS NOT BECAUSE IT COULD PEGGY AS CAP CARTER??
ALSO?? ZOMBIE STRANGE?? KEVIN FIEGE DID SAY WHAT IF WOULD HAVE ELEMENTS THAT WOULD BE IMPORTANT FOR MOVIE WATCHERS SOOOO
Pairing(s):Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Minor or Background Relationships
Character(s):Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel),Other Avengers, Minor characters from Marvel
Tags:Minor Character Death, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Flashbacks, Soul Bond, Witches, Past Character Death, Reincarnation, Avengers Family, search for home, Memories, Temporary Amnesia, Dragons, Alternate Universe - Magic, Transformation, slight bestiality( one scene, with dragon vision going down on Wanda), POV Wanda Maximoff, Vision pov in last chapter, Past Suicide
Summary (optional): Powerful witch Wanda seeks a place where she can live freely with her dragon, Vision. A place where they belong. But it is hard to find a place to settle when a past that neither one can remember keeps dragging Wanda down. Is whatever life they had in the Before worth knowing? Or will it shatter what they worked so hard to build together?
One way or another the past is coming for them whether they want it or not.
I’m creating a new project entitled “Red” the idea is simple, to draw characters from all across media that relate to this particular color. This is just a fan project and all characters belong to their respective companies.
Do you think Wanda had a psychotic break and just created a second identity for herself, there is Wanda as herself and the tv Wanda.
It seems to me she knows what she’s doing and because she steps outside to confront S.W.O.R.D. and she tells them to leave her alone.
Or another theory is her powers are growing and they are controlling her because at the end of the episode she had no idea what was going on because it wasn’t in the script, so maybe her powers are growing and are brining the Multiverses together.
I like the latter theory. Even SWORD said this event has to be using more power than she’d shown before. Her grief is driving her powers and creating what she wants I think.
Even Vision hinted at her possibly not starting the anomaly but embracing it. At least he hopes so since the others in Westview are suffering.
I am really enjoying reading the Scarlet Witch storyline at the moment. I received some fantastic recommendations from people on Twitter about which comics I should explore, and I have been left speechless!
Reading them now does make me wish I grew up reading comics, but I just didn’t have access to them, but now that I do, I am going to read as much as I can!
The Scarlet Witch in her glory at the end of WandaVision finally gave us an MCU costume that had her original look and feel. I had to draw this version and only the amazingly talented colors by Ihor Loboda could do her justice!
