Summary: The last thing Wanda thought before dusting away was how the love of her life was ripped away from her, right in front of her. The truth just couldn’t be more wrong.
Pairing:Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Trigger Warning: Death, cursing, angst, fluff at the end
Wanda had never really thought about death before her family was ripped away from her. After Pietro’s death, dying had been something that was almost normal to the witch, sadly. She didn’t fear it nor did she really care about it. Every mission she went to she went with a mindset of “I’ll probably die or not, let’s see”. She didn’t think less of herself, she knew the abilities she had. But she did think less of death. She didn’t fear it in any shape or form.
Then you came into the plans and Wanda was whipped immediately. The way you carried yourself, how you looked after everyone and kept everything together even in the toughest situations. She was so in love with you and your persona after knowing you for just a few weeks.
And you made her better in her opinion. You gave her a reason to actually live through the missions. Something to come home to. But it also made her fear again, not her own death but yours. It haunted her in her dreams, that someday you’d be ripped away from her like everyone else were. She dreaded it, even though you assured her it would be okay. That you’d always come back to her. And you did, even if there were some close calls, you always came back to her.
Then the battle at Wakanda happened.
You were fighting alongside Steve and Thor, using your trusted sword as your weapon. The grip you had on the familiar weapon that had served you for so many years was so tight your knuckles were white. One alien, another. You weren’t sure how long it had been like that. You just kept killing every alien that came across you, time to time helping someone else.. Your body was running on pure adrenaline, your muscles didn’t ache, your body didn’t tire. It was like you were in flow.
Slowly but surely you found yourself with the Avengers by the edge of the forest. The creeps ran down your back but you pushed the thought away. Slicing another alien you gave a cocky smirk to your girlfriend who just shook her head. It was amazing how gorgeous she still looked, even though her face was smeared with alien blood. You tore your gaze away and thrust your weapon into another alien.
Thanos came through the portal. You were one of the last men standing. Steve was down, Bruce was quite literally stuck in stone and Thor was only god knows where. You heard thunder somewhere in the distance. You did your best to stop the mad titan from getting the last stone, Vision. The grunts and cries that left your mouth hurt Wanda so deeply she would’ve rather fought Thanos himself.
“Wan- Ugh, Wanda,” Your shouts were strained and she turned to look at you. The tears were blinding her eyes, your salty waterfalls were already streaming down your cheeks. You looked at Vision knowingly, he knew it too. He nodded. You took another hit before slicing the mad titan to his arm, it barely made him wince.
Whatever it takes.
“Destroy it!”
She shook her head, tears running down her face. Vision was the closest thing she had after you. He was her friend, closest friend she had ever had beside her brother. And you hated that she had to do this, but she was more powerful than you. She was the only one ho could od this. Wanda felt like she was killing you by killing him. You screamed her to do it again and again until your throat was raw.
Thanos hit you square in the head basically and lifted your weak body from the ground by your neck.
“You’re weak, small… a pathetic little human,” his voice gnarled as he looked down at you. Your face started to go red, but it did not falter.
“I… am… not… giving up,” You looked at him with determination, your hands on his gigantic wrist and felt the sharp blade enter your stomach. He dropped you on the ground and the last thing you’d ever hear was the pained cries of your girlfriend, who was holding back the mad Titan, destroying the stone and watching the life slowly bleed out of you.
***
Wanda didn’t fear death, not if you were gone too. It was done, they had lost. Thanos snapped the gauntlet and a weird feeling filled the witch. She held your limp body on her lap, watching as the normally rosy cheeks were paling. Her gaze moved to the sky and she felt her feeling numbing. It wasn’t worth to fight anymore if you were gone now too. As life slowly moved away from her body, she could almost hear your laugh in the distance. Your voice filled her head, memories flashing by her eyes.
I’ll be with you soon…
But she wouldn’t.
The opposite actually.
The surgery was difficult, especially since half of the medication staff had disappeared in Wakanda. Really it was a miracle you even survived. Twice your heart flat lined but they got it back working. Natasha had been there the whole time, following as you were unconsciously fighting for your life, holding back tears every time the heart monitor made a flat sound.
Then they moved you to the HQ. Steve, Thor, Natasha, Rocket, Carol the whole team went to find Thanos and rewind the whole mess. It didn’t go the way they expected it to go through. It was impossible to bring everyone back. The stones were gone. You woke up while they were gone. To say you were panicking was an understatement. Half of the population was gone, the news was filled with sorrow and families looking for each other.
And now you were going to have to live without Wanda forever. It made you wish you would’ve actually died. It would have been less painful that way.
Five years. You didn’t speak with anyone about it, you woke up, trained, went outside and helped the less fortunate. Then got back home and went to sleep. Repeat, that over and over again for five years. The sword was in a trunk, buried deep under all of the books and letters there was. You hadn’t even cleaned it from the battle. You couldn’t see it. You couldn’t bear that. A couple of times you fell into a drinking spiral but there was always someone, usually Steve or Natasha to help you back onto your feet.
The miracle called Scott Lang felt too good to be real once he came. Five years, five fucking years, the slowest years of your life and now there was a man talking about time traveling. At first, it was too good to be true, it wasn’t… it couldn’t work. It would be nearly impossible. Nearly.
But you did it anyway. And lost another member.
Then Bruce snapped and you waited. The HQ went silent, Clint’s phone rang and his wife spoke. The man broke into tears right then and there, that was the moment you knew… you knew she was back. Somewhere. One phone call away. As you went to grab your phone the whole place blew up and the hell was loose. You were fortunate enough to not be completely buried by the building.
Somehow you had managed to find your trusted sword in the middle of all the mess, it still had the blood of the old aliens on it as you had not used it after the battle on Wakanda. You felt determination fill you and you gripped your weapon tightly in your hands as the portals around you and Steve appeared. Literal chills ran down our back and legs and you coudln’t wipe off a smirk from your face when the alien army in front of you watched gobsmacked. Your feet tingled, you couldn't stay still. You already wanted to face the titan and fulfill your promise to him.
“Avengers…” Steve breathed out. “Assemble”
And like that, you were fighting again. Left and right, fury filling you. The aliens were dropping dead by your feet faster than Thor could summon the hammer. It was rather scary, to be honest. The small teenaged boy Peter had to keep away from you in case you didn’t recognize him, not that you’d ever actually hurt your own team members. It was still quite intimidating how many aliens you made a pile of in just a couple of minutes. It reminded them why you were made an avenger in the first place.
It was when Thanos was walking towards the gauntlet you saw her again. And holy shit was she gorgeous. Not aged a day, unlike you who was five years older. Wanda’s eyes were red, literally like glowing and the familiar swirls Hydra had given her were dangerously big and glowing ever so brightly. Her voice was venomous as she spoke to the Mad Titan in anger and fury, chest heaving up and down.
“You took, everything from me.”
“I don’t even know who you are.”
“You will,” She said monotone and levitated upwards, her arms resting on either side of her. You followed as she kept punching the titan with all of her powers. Her whole body was glowing in a different way, you hadn’t ever seen her so… mad. She was dangerously angry. And you couldn’t help but applause her for it. It was kinda hot, to be honest.
When Thanos ordered the shooting you snapped out of your trance. Wanda was still holding him back, not caring if she was smashed to death. Once an energy ball hit her, missing her just by a foot she fell over on the ground, momentarily losing her hold on the mad titan. One of his soldiers took notice of the action and went to raise their sword, ready to plunge it into Wanda’s body.
“Not my fucking girlfriend you asshole,” You grumbled as you ran at the alien and made sure to shove your sword straight through its neck, the only weak spot in their armor. The alien tried to move, to do anything to get out of the pain but you just twisted the sword tighter, until the soldier fell onto the ground and left you there, breathless and a splash of odd colored blood on your chest, neck, and face.
Wanda’s knees buckled underneath her when she saw you. Her eyes returned into their respectful but not any less beautiful color you hadn’t seen in so long. She breathed out your name, so softly you couldn’t even hear it, you could only see her mouth your name like it was just the two of you in the comfort of your bed.
You took her into your arms and you sat on the ground, holding her head against your shoulder and her waist against yours. It was the best feeling you had felt in five years. Her scent you had on your old clothes now filled your nose and refreshed your memory. Her red hair tickled you face as you moved to kiss her.
“Not everything,” You mumbled against her lips and Wanda couldn’t do anything else than sob dryly. Her hands went to your face and she leaned her forehead against you.
N/A: I’M BACK. With nothing better than a slight anguish to start our day. Don’t kill me, I’m already writing part 2.
Hello, if you are new here, welcome! you may be wondering some things, I usually don’t use the “y / n” to refer to the reader. I use the name Ang or Angel. You know, as a neutral name. You get used to it. If you liked it, leave your heart and share.
Honestly, you weren’t expecting it. Be a new member of the avengers so young. You felt a little displaced. Mainly because you came at a time of tension between the older members. They all looked so serious, the tension in the room was always so overwhelming.
So it should come as no surprise when you gravitated directly to Wanda. She was the only one closest to your age and the only one who seemed to be bothered by the tension as much as you.
You quickly became close. And between intensive avenger training and girls’ night out in your little spare time, you became great friends.
The problem was… Wanda was becoming more than just a good friend to you.
The cold sweat that ran down your hands, your heart pounding and your stomach turning every time you saw her. Every damn time she smiled. It couldn’t just be friendly feelings.
You were falling for her.
And well, you’ve never been hiding your feelings, no matter how scary they were. You was ready to tell her.
But then came Vision, and Wanda seemed closer and closer to him. You didn’t want that to scare you, so you decided to try your luck.
“Hey, Wanda..” you knocked twice on the brunette’s bedroom door. Wanda turned to you and smiled.
“Hey Ang. Come in” You took a deep breath, ordering your legs to move as you entered the room. Your courage is slowly fading.
But then wanda smiled at you, a little crease on her forehead in your weird way today and all the nervousness seemed to fade for a few seconds. You shook your hands as if to ward off chills in your stomach and sat on the edge of the other woman’s bed.
Wanda studied you quietly, seemed to read your thoughts (but you knew she wasn’t really reading them. Wanda respected your privacy).
“It’s just that I have something important to tell you but… I’m really scared right now”
Wanda narrowed her eyes and held your hands in hers.
“Hey, no matter what you can tell me. You know that, right?” She was serious as she spoke and you knew it. Wanda would do anything for you, just as you would do for her.
“Yeah..I know. It’s not that simple, though… I’m afraid it will change something between us”
Wanda snorted and clutched your chin with her free hand.
“Nothing you do will change anything between us. Even if you kill a person, I would help you hide the body if that were the case.” This served to take a laugh out of you, breaking the tension a little. Wanda looked pleased to have made you laugh.
“Okay” You took a deep breath and decided to drop the bomb all at once “We’ve known each other for a while and you’re my best friend but I’ve been developing stronger feelings than just friendship about you” you said all looking at a lint loose in bed. “I’m really… really in love with you” this time you looked up to meet hers. Wanda looked frozen and your heart missed a few beats for it.
Then you would do the only thing that was good. Break the ice.
You laughed blandly and scratched the back of your neck
“It's… sorry to throw it like that at you. I know… that you’ve been seeing Vision lately…”
Wanda seemed to come out of her stupor and winked at you.
“Ang” by her tone of voice you knew.
You just knew she didn’t feel the same
“Well, you know me!” You smiled, not a happy smile but deceiving. “You know I couldn’t miss the chance to tell you and it’s okay, love. We can still be friends, right?” Wanda sighed and hugged you tightly.
You returned the hug to the same intensity, holding back the tears for later.
It was all right, really.
Loves come and go. Some more painful than others.
You would still have Wanda in your life.
Just not the way you wanted.
There’s a part 2, I just haven’t posted it yet. I’ll take a look at my files, I’m pretty sure I had started
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.”
summary: in which wanda wants you to keep her strap warm while she works.
warnings: the literal title, top!wanda, use of strap-on (if you didn’t get that already), r receiving, teasing, pet names,degradation, strap-on usage (again, in case anyone hasn’t gotten it by now), ~slightly~ public sex
this post is for18+ only. minors: do not interact.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written a story for y’all. I hate to admit it, but life gets in the way sometimes and there’s not much I can do to stop it. Despite life, my love and my thoughts always stayed with my tumblr family as I continued to extend my hiatus far beyond what I ever expected.
Given unmentionable world-wide circumstances, I would like to try and bring a little peace and happiness back to that family!
For as long as circumstances allow, my requests are open Given my goal to spread a little peace and joy, however, I will not be accepting angst requests. Anything and everything else will be accepted, written, and posted within a week.
A/N: Hey… I’m back. I stopped writing when I entered university, now i’m ending my second year. I’m so so sorry i left you guys hanging for so long, but life’s been crazy as fuck. someone messaged me about this a few days ago, and i couldn’t stop thinking about it. Hopefully i’ve gotten better at writing!
The ride back was terse.
Peter followed behind your truck, Wanda sitting next to you with the machete still tight in her hand. Your own hands gripped the wheel tightly. You were afraid that you wouldn’t be able to let go.
The moment you twisted the key in the ignition, Wanda had turned to you and asked in a calm voice. “Do you know if he was followed?”
Immediately, your chest tightened. “No. I don’t.”
“Did you use secure channels?”
“Of course we did-”
“Did you change them every night?”
“I’m not stupid,” You snapped. It wasn’t Wanda who frustrated you, it was the uncertainty of being followed. You hadbeen safe, but there was always an element of unknown that could come back and bite you. “I knew what I was doing. Believe it or not I survived just fine before you came along.”
Wanda had sat back. “I’m just covering all the bases; no need to be so sensitive.”
“We were as careful as possible.”
“‘Careful as possible’ doesn’t ensure anything.” She responded coolly.
“Why do you care if you’re going to leave?”
That stung. You could feel the sting when the words hit Wanda.
Now you sat in silence, staring straight ahead, driving back home while simmering in subdued anger. The idea of welcoming another stranger into your house make your stomach flip. So much had changed over the past weeks, you were scared for the future. The good mood you had been in after looting the town. You thought about Wanda’s questions.
“Wanda,” you said quietly. “I get that’s you’re upset, but if I drive back to the farmhouse, someone could follow us and know our location. If we stop for the night, we could be ambushed, eaten by bears, or… or…”
“Hey, calm down.” Wanda said just as softly. “What are you asking me, Y/N?”
You swallowed. “What do I do, Wanda?”
“We go back to the farm.” She looked over, trying to reassure you. “Then we wait on alert for the next week. Just in case.”
“Just in case,” you agreed, pushing your doubt away. “I’m… sorry for all of this.”
She turned to you, and you could feel her eyes on you. When Wanda didn’t speak you kept going.
“I’m sorry about inviting a total stranger into the house, but… you don’t know what it was like when I was alone,” you said. “Day after day… there were times when I thought I was the only one left. That stupid radio was all I had for months, and when I found Queens, or, Peter, I cried. For the first time in years, I had a friend. Someone I could talk to without being afraid that they were going to kill me or hurt me.”
“You needed him,” Wanda whispered.
You nodded, gripping the wheel even tighter.
“I needed him. I still do.”
And I need you.
The thought punches its way through your mind, but you don’t let it get far.
Thirty minutes later, you pulled into the long driveway, mouth dry. Before you could cut the engine, Wanda rested her hand on yours.
“Y/N, if you said you were safe on the radio, you were safe. I’m not trying to scare you into worrying.” She said. “Don’t let it control you. This is still your house, so you make the decisions.”
She might as well have said don’t let the looming thought of being attacked in the night by a group New Alliance Hydras control you. It’s not like that constantly pervaded the edges of your thoughts every night before you slept and when you woke up.
Instead of saying that, you nodded, and turned off the engine.
“Peter,” you called to him as you jumped out of the truck. “Can you help us move these into the house?”
You were referring to the bags of food and supplies in the cargo bed. The three of you made multiple trips back and forth from the house to the truck. Feeling the weight of each bag helped soothe the knot of anxiety that coursed through you so aggressively.
Once finished transporting, you stood in the kitchen with Wanda and Peter.
You turned to the young man. Peter was older than you anticipated, with wavy brown hair that was slick with dirt. “You must be exhausted. Do you have any other bags?”
“No, just this.” He gestured to his single backpack, slung on his shoulder.
“I’ll show you to your room. There’s a bathroom for you to take a shower and freshen up.”
He looked so relieved, you smiled. “Thank you, North. Thank you so much. I can’t remember the last time I had running water.”
You sniffed.
“I have an idea.”
You saw Wanda rooting through the liquor cabinet as you stalked up the stairs. Once out of earshot, Peter spoke.
“Who is she?” He asked softly. He sounded curious, not confrontation.
There was hesitation that Peter detected. “Y/N, what is it?”
“Shewas a member of the New Alliance,” you said carefully. “But she defected.”
Peter noticeably tensed. “She was a Hydra?”
Hydra was a nickname created by the Protectors. All that time in the East really seasoned Peter’s vocabulary.
“Yeah.” There was no way to sugar coat it, but you didn’t want scare Peter off. “She was. I found her in the forest after she deserted and I… I stabbed her, it wasn’t bad!”
Peter’s eyes widened in complete surprise as you rushed to placate him.
“We worked it out! Don’t worry!” you said.
“Okay, okay,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Glad to know my two roommates nearly killed each other.”
“Hey, I am not your roommate, I’m your landlord.”
You chose one of the bigger rooms for Peter, right next to yours and close to the bathroom. He nearly squealed in delight when he saw the double bed and massive windows.
“This is amazing!” he gushed, flopping down on the soft duvet before you tell him not to. “This bed is so big! And the lights really work! How did you find this place, Y/N?”
You wince. Now isn’t the time to bring that up.
“Get cleaned up and rest. I’ll make you something if you’re hungry.” You turn and left, calling out behind you.
“I’ll introduce you to Goat tomorrow!”
—-
“I’ve decided I like him.” Was the first thing Wanda says when you come downstairs.
“Oh yeah? Why?”
“Because he’s still a sweet kid despite everything.” She’s reclined on the couch in the living room, long hair tossed over one shoulder. “He must have seen some horrible things out there but he’s still smiling and laughing. He’s like a puppy.”
You laughed, but it’s more like a scoff.
“And here I thought I’d have to convince to you to let us keep him.” You went to the kitchen in search of bread for toast and some sort of canned fruit to add nutrition. “I’ve spoken to him long enough to know he’s a good kid, so we don’t have to worry about it.”
“I never said I was worried.”
“Yeah, you did.”
“When?”
“In the car, Wanda. Like, an hour ago.”
“I’m worried about the Militia, not this kid,” she corrected. “Jeez, Y/N, get it together.”
You turned and looked at her for a moment before rolling your eyes.
“This is what I get for taking in a stray.” You muttered, but Wanda clicked her tongue.
“I heard that.”
After you put together a simple toast with a side of fruit cocktail, you went to Wanda’s side, tentatively picking at the edge of her shirt to check her stitches. At this point, she didn’t even flinch or stare at you - instead, she raised her arm as you checked.
“Still needs time.” you said, letting go of the hem. “I hope all the excitement didn’t strain you too much.”
She rewarded your concern with a smile; a bright, full smile, and you hated the way your heart tripped.
“Nah, I’m a trooper. Nothing a little sleep or scotch won’t fix.” She hummed.
Trooper. Yeah. A trooper.
“Don’t drink tonight,” you hate how much you sounded like a mom, but it needed to be said. “Now that I’m all freaked out about potential safety breaches, I need you on your best.”
When you tried to leave, a hand caught your own and pulled you back.
“Hey, come on.” Wanda led you to the couch so that you could sit next to her, leaning into her unwounded side. “You can relax for a minute, right? Take a deep breath. Tonight was successful despite the grizzly bear.”
She was right - it had been a good night, what with all the food and supplies they found, and Peter’s arrival.
But something in you wouldn’t calm down; the conversation you had with Wanda in the car was still so present in your mind.
Why do you care if you’re going to leave?
You wish you could have snatched back those words. As irritating as Wanda was, the thought of the house being empty made your skin crawl. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad because Peter was there now, but even then, he might not stay, then what?
“I can hear you thinking, Y/N,” Wanda chided gently. You hadn’t even noticed that she was rubbing your arm to soothe you. “Whatever it is, let it go.”
“When are you going to leave?” You asked quietly.
her hand stopped.
“Huh?”
“I- nevermind. It’s nothing.”
“No, it’s something.” She looked at your face and for once, your could meet her eyes. “Why? Do you want me to go?”
“No,” you said quickly. “Actually, I… God, this sounds stupid, but I’d like you to stay as long as you’d like.”
The words tumbled out like water from a broken cup, but when they were out, your chest felt immediately lighter.
Wanda put the pieces together.
“You want me to stay?”
It sounded so emotional and lame when she said it “Well… yes. But don’t hold it over my head as if I’m begging you to stay!” You snapped, standing up abruptly. “I know you’ll get yourself killed out there, or at least stabbed again, so if anything I’m doing you a favour.”
Perhaps it was your sudden change in demeanor, or the idea of getting stabbed again, but Wanda let’s out a sharp, bright laugh. Her shoulders jumped and she threw her head back.
“Okay,” she agreed, grinning up at you from where she sat. “I’ll stay. How much is rent?”
“Will you help me with the farm?”
“Of course.”
You looked down at her, taking in the lean curves of her cheekbones and the tiny moles under her eyes. She was so beauti-
“Help me around the place,” you decided, smiling right back. “Then I’ll consider your rent paid.”
Wanda stood up at that, and before you could push her away, you feel two arms wrap around you. The closeness made you lose your breath for a second, before you registered warmth and the smell of honeysuckle in her hair from the soap you made.
You could feel a second heartbeat through her chest, and you knew that she could feel the steady thump of yours.
Putting your arms around Wanda felt right. Holding on tightly, letting her press into you felt good. When was the last time you held another person and let them do the same?
“Wanda,” you whispered. Perhaps it had been too long, but her arms felt like security - like the Militia wasn’t real. Maybe if she held you forever, you could pretend like the world was still spinning, and half the population wasn’t dead.
But in that moment of security, you felt something else.
Fear.
You remembered how the previous owner of this house had disappeared. How his family was gone too. Had they felt so scared to lose each other?
“Y/N,” she whispered back. “What is it?”
You squeezed tighter; a reminder that this was real.
I watched Spider-Man in theaters and I wanted to write but it wasn’t a good time for me to since the movie wasn’t out yet. Or in a Mcu mood. But um…I might be back to Mcu (I still do headcanons) but maybe some fics. If I do spiders man it’s Tom since that’s who I personally know. Andrew and Toby are amazing and are great so don’t came after me. Plus I never watched there movie so fight me man. But if I watch andrews I will be heart broke so I’m saving myself from more pain right now.
Anyway.
I might do some Wanda and Spider-Man small fics. I don’t know yet but I might. Or in the future, like when doctors strange comes out.
Natasha: There is no future. there is no past. do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.
y/n:
Yelena:
Wanda:
Everyone Else At Natasha’s Surprise Birthday Party:
y/n: All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.
I got an new keyboard for my laptop (I know that laptops come with their own keyboard but this one is very cool)
So with this, I really want to write out some stories so if you want to here’s my masterlist with everything you need for requests and all! Also in the tags is who I write for!
So first of all I just realized I hit 300 followers?! Thank you guys so much like what the actual heck. Anyways I’m in a writing mood but don’t really know what to write so if you guys could request something, that would be amazing!
Here’s my masterpost with my character and prompt list, along with what I do and don’t write:
Summary: It’s your first time with your amazing girlfriend and she couldn’t sweeter and perfect.
Warnings: fluff, adorableness, and most importantly… sex
Reader:Male Reader
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Word Count: 2856
A/n:Requested by Anon: Ayo can I request a Wanda x male reader smut where it’s their first time together but also the reader’s first time ever and he’s kinda nervous and Wanda’s just being super sweet and gentle and supportive? Make it as smutty and adorable as you want!… I could totally see me doing a part two where the reader is more experienced (let me know if you want it!)
Wanda may have been an enhanced human slash Avenger but your meeting with her couldn’t have been more normal. You were helping a friend out with their coffee shop. It was their first store and they were running low on staff and you just so happened to be in between jobs.
It was the classic and cheesy scene where you took her order and nonchalantly put your number on her cup. You honestly had no idea that she was the Wanda Maximoff. All you saw was a very attractive woman with a kind smile. You saw a woman who was mysterious but had a kind heart. You wanted to know more about her.
Unfortunately, she didn’t call. You didn’t think much of it and quickly got over your disappointment. You thought she had walked out of your life forever, but fate wasn’t done with the two of you.
She returned to the coffee shop a couple of months later. It wasn’t a long-time span, but she seemed different. She seemed more unsure, cautious, and… defeated.
You knew you couldn’t let her go again. So, you asked if you could spend you break with her. You bribed her with freshly baked muffins and she accepted.
You didn’t ask about what was on her mind or what seemed to be wrong. You knew you needed to make an impression. You needed her to keep coming back. So, you did what you knew how to do. You made an idiot of yourself to get her laughing. By the time she left she seemed lighter and promised to return.
Casual meet ups turned to sporadic dating turned to moving in with each other. She was, without a doubt, the most complicated girlfriend you had with baggage unlike any other girl you met. You didn’t always take everything in stride. The two of you argued but always worked together through the problems.
The relationship was moving faster than your previous ones. Within a year the two of you were moved with each other and practically inseparable. It helped her fellow Avengers liked and approved of you. You had taken practically every step a relationship could take within a year excluding marriage and sex. Those were two things you weren’t going to rush.
Marriage could wait a while. You were both young and didn’t feel the need to take something that felt so final.
Sex, on the other hand, was harder to wait on. The two of you desired each other but it either never felt like the right time or she was called off for hero duty. The both of you were nervous about it. Wanda hadn’t been with someone in years and you… well, you’ve never been with anybody before. You didn’t want to disappoint.
However, today you couldn’t seem to hold back any longer. It was the most domestic setting but if made you fall even more in love with the woman in front of you.
She was moving around the kitchen cleaning and cooking. She had her hair up in a messy bun with your sweatpants rolled up around her hips and a tank top. She was humming under her breath and dancing a little bit.
“I’m making your favorite,” Wanda says without glancing at you. You grin breathing in the delicious smells of your favorite dish. You walked deeper into the kitchen and draw her back to your chest.
“What’s the occasion?” You ask, circling your arms around her waist. You lower your head into her neck and kiss her skin lightly.
“What? I can’t cook for my favorite boyfriend?” Wanda asks and you smirk.
“Favorite? I hope I don’t have any competition,” You mumble. Wanda just hums. You continue to smirk while drawing your hand back. You pinch her bum making her jump and promptly reach around to hit your shoulder. You laugh and hug her once again.
All day Wanda did nothing extraordinary. She was just herself. Totally relaxed enjoying being home with you. She didn’t have the Avengers calling on her nor the press pestering for interviews. She was light on her feet and just genuinely happy.
Since she cooked you took it upon yourself to do the dishes. She grabbed a glass of wine and hopped onto the counter beside you. When you were done you couldn’t help but to push her knees apart and step in between them.
“You look beautiful,” You whisper, rubbing her thighs slowly. She smiles lifting her glass of wine to her lips. You kept your eyes on her as she drank slowly until you just had to taste her.
Leaning forward your lips find her bare neck. She breathes in slowly, trying to calm her racing heart, and sets her wine off to the side. You kiss along her neck, your fingers digging into her legs. Her ankles hook behind you in order to keep you close.
“Y/n,” Wanda whispers, her fingers threading through your hair. You lift your head moving your lips from her neck to her lips. Her legs tighten around you and your hands slide to her hips. You squeeze her flesh holding her flush against your chest.
The kiss begins to pick up. Wanda’s hands make a mess of your hair, gripping and pulling it. You moan after a particularly rough tug. The tug prompts you to bite her lip a little rougher than you meant too but Wanda seemed to like it.
Wanda’s hands leave your hair and starts attempting to pull your shirt off. Your heart lurches anxiously but you don’t want to stop. You lean back, showing Wanda your most confident expression, helping her take your shirt off before lifting her from the counter. Her grip around you instantly tightens as you carry her to the bed.
You gently lay her down, but she sits up and reaches for your pants. Your heart lurches again but you let her unbutton your jeans and pull them down your legs. You step out of them, your eyes remaining glued on her.
Her eyes look up at you as she kisses your stomach, her nails grazing over the back of your thighs. Reaching out you tuck some hair behind her ear.
“Wanda… this is… I’m a little…” You can feel your anxiety rise as you try to explain to Wanda what was running through your mind. Being the wonderful woman she is, she understands.
“Shh, it’s alright,” Wanda whispers, standing up. Her hands run up your chest and wrap around your neck. “Do you want this?” She asks gently. You nod eagerly. “Then just do what feels right,” She whispers. “Just relax… it’ll feel good, I promise,” She reassures you, one of her hands traveling down your chest and to your cock.
You groan, resting your head against hers when her hand palms you through your underwear. Wanda smiles tilting her head to lightly kiss your lips. Just when you were falling under her spell she pulls back. Before you could chase her she’s on her knees,
“Oh, shit…” You whisper, not believing your luck.
“Something wrong, baby?” Wanda asks. Words escape you when her lips lightly press against your clothed cock. Your eyes roll back, and a deep groan leaves your mouth. Your eyes snap open and down when you feel her pulling your underwear to your feet.
“Oh… God…” You groan as her warm fingers wrap around you. She spits on the head before spreading it down. Her hand worked you better than yours ever could. She grips, twists and massages in all the right places.
As amazing as her hand felt it was nothing compared to her mouth. She took you into her mouth and you lost all sense of the world. Everything belonged to her, and you’d do anything to keep her. She was magic.
She bobbed her head, hollowed her cheeks and gripped what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. When her hands gripped her balls, you struggled to stay standing. Your hands gripped her hair and you found yourself thrusting into her. She relaxed and let you use her.
“Fuck baby,” You pant looking into her eyes. Her big innocent eyes were tearing up, but she never tried to stop nor pull away. “I’m not gonna last babe,” You grunt trying to pull out, but she grabs your legs and takes you deep. You groan releasing down her throat. She takes every drop and grabs your cock as she slowly pulls away and continues to milk it. “Damn Wanda,” You pant, moving around her to sit on the bed.
She stands up and turns around to look at you. She gives you a sexy grin and wipes her lip before straddling your hips.
“We’re just getting started, baby,” She winks at you. She pushes you to lay down before leaning back on your thighs. You watch her slowly take off her shirt. Her breasts were laying on her chest, she wasn’t wearing a bra. “What do you want?” She asks, her voice low and seductive. Her clothed cunt begins to grind down on your cock. It wasn’t hard yet but the picture of her shirtless, straddling your lap and moving the way she was helped it come back to life.
“You… Damn, Wanda, I want you… All of you,” you say, your hands twitching. You wanted to touch her skin, most specifically her breasts.
“I don’t want you to just want me,” Wanda whispers. “I want you to touch me… Please, touch me,” Wanda encourages. “Make me feel good,”
Instantly you became insecure. Where did she want you to touch her? What would make her feel good?
“Y/n,” Wanda whispers, leaning over you. Your eyes shamefully watch her boobs sway before you force yourself to look into her eyes. She’s smirking knowingly and your blush fiercely. She lowers her head and her lips brush against yours. “Don’t think,” She mutters, lowering her hips even more to rub your cock once again. “Tell me what you want right now,”
You don’t answer verbally but your eyes flicker to her chest. She smirks and leans back again. She grabs your hand and lifts them to her breasts. You let out a quick breath unable to stop watching her hands move yours.
You instinctively begin to massage them. Her hands leave yours allowing you to take over. You squeeze them before focusing on the nipples. You pinch them and when she moans you get the confidence to twist them.
“There you go…” Wanda whispers.
Deciding to take it a step further you lift your hips and switch positions. You pin her to the bed and hover over her. She gasps not expecting it which makes you grin cheekily.
Before she could say anything, you lower your head and suck one of her nipples into your mouth. Her breath hitches as you swirl your tongue around the nub before lightly biting it. While she’s focused on your mouth you experiment with your hips. She had been grinding down on you, so you figured she’d like you doing the same.
Her moans are like music to your ears. Every sound she makes is a severe confidence boost. Every moment you’re with her you desire more.
You move from one nipple to the other while humping into her. She whines pulling at your hair. She moves her hips against yours but it’s not enough.
“Y/n,” Wanda begs, panting.
“Yes, sweetheart?” You ask, cheekily. You grin up at her. She looks at your frustrated but slowly smiles as well. She grabs your face and pulls it towards her capturing you into a kiss.
“Please fuck me,” Wanda whispers.
“Not yet,” You whisper, nipping at her lip. “We’re just getting started, baby,” You wink at her. She pouts but you kiss it off of her before kissing down her neck, between her breasts, and over her stomach.
You pull your sweatpants off her hips and down her legs. You toss them to the side before taking a moment to look at her. To have your first time with someone so beautiful and kind and patient as her is unreal.
You lightly graze your fingers over her legs before kissing the inside of her thighs. You hook your fingers into her underwear and pull them off.
“Mm, you smell amazing,” You whisper. Your eyes widen when you realize what you said. Your eyes dart to hers to make sure you were turning her off. To your surprise she was blushing. “I love you,” You whisper to her.
It isn’t the first time you said it, but it felt like the right moment. She was still blushing, but she seemed to relax. Her fingers reached down and played with some of your hair.
“I love you, too,” She whispers. You kiss her thigh again softly before looking at the slice of heaven between her legs.
You had no idea what you were doing and prayed that all of her ex-boyfriends were horrible. The last thing you wanted was to be so bad she’d go back to someone for a decent lay. You knew she wasn’t that shallow, but you were nervous.
You pushed her legs even further apart before diving in. You licked up her pussy lips and the taste was amazing. Your fingers dug into her thighs as you regained confidence.
Wanda whined and panted while grinding her hips riding your face. Before you could help yourself, you stuck a finger inside of her and then another. You thrusted in and out while still lapping at her.
And then her body jerked.
You paused for just a second before repeating the action.
Her body jerked again but this time she moaned your name and begged you to keep going.
It took you a second but then you realized what you had just found. You had found it… the one thing men complained of never coming across. Some believed it was a myth. You had found the clitoris.
Your mouth focused on her clit while your fingers thrusted in and out of her. You didn’t bother edging her when she got close. You didn’t think you were skilled enough to keep her on the edge for long.
When she came her back arched, and she moaned loudly. You kept your ministrations until she was twitching again. You got the crazy idea of trying to make her come again. Before you could talk yourself out of it you were bringing her to the edge and overstimulating her to her second orgasm.
Only then did you with draw and slowly kiss up her body. She had a blissful look on her face. You’ve never seen her so relaxed and happy before. Pride filled your chest and you lightly kissed various parts of her body as she recovered.
“You sure you haven’t done this before?” She asked and you laughed.
“I guess that’s a good sign?” You whisper, lying beside her but still practically on top of her. She laughs breathlessly before rolling on top of you.
“You’ll ruin me for anyone else,” She whispers, kissing you softly.
“You keep saying shit like that and my ego will surpass Starks,” You whisper. Wanda giggles quietly.
“You’re good with your mouth,” Wanda whispers. “Let’s see what else you’re good with,” she says, summoning some lube and squirting it on your cock.
“Shit… Couldn’t you have warmed it up?” You grumble. Wanda giggles again.
“Cold?” She asks, tossing it to the side. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll warm you up,” She promises, sitting up. Your eyes widen as she grabs your cock and begins to lower herself onto it.
“Uhhggg…” You groan, gripping her hips. She pants and continues down until she’s sitting on you completely. “Holy hell why’d we wait so long?” You groan and she quickly agrees. “You’re so warm… and tight… fuck, Wanda,”
Her sitting there, warming you cock, was perfect. Her, not moving and just squeezing the life out of your dick was enough for you to come but she wasn’t letting you get off that quick.
She starts off slowly. She lifts up and down trying to find a rhythm. When she finds the perfect angle and gets comfortable, she goes to town. You watch her breasts bounce and her head roll back.
“I’m not gonna last,” You warn trying to hold it back for as long as you could. She throws you a smirk.
“Give it to me baby,”
“Fuuuck,” You groan squirting deep into her pussy. She continues to grind taking everything from you. You hand reaches forward and makes a beeline to her clit. Her breath shudders and her body shakes as another orgasm rips through her.
You groan as she collapses on your chest. The two of you pant coming down from your highs. You gently pull her hair to the side and begin to rub her back.
“We are so doing this more often,” She pants and you laugh.
“Baby, I wanna be in you so often you’ll have to beat me off with a stick,” You tease. She leans back and looks into your eyes.
“Promises, promises,” She smirks, kissing your lips.
Hearing a laugh track the moment you woke up was never a good thing.
After a while of dating Wanda the laugh track started to seem like an alarm telling you that she was feeling bad. Wanda had always been connected to sitcoms and would watch them when something bad happened.
“Morning” you said trying to start a conversation and letting your girlfriend know that you are awake.
Wanda didn’t say anything but you knew that she acknowledged that you were there. It wasn’t often that she wouldn’t respond to you but you knew what that meant.
She was engrossed in her thoughts.
As you moved closer you could see a pained look in her eyes. This was worrying.
You feel her hold your hand. That simple movement had made you feel a bit better, knowing that her worrying thoughts were not about you.
It was very common for you two to hold hands but it was always made you feel more relaxed.
You sat in silence for a bit not wanting to pressure her into talking despite how much you wanted to talk to her about what was bothering her. She was one of the most important people in your life and had already been through so much, like her parents, Pietro, and what hydra did to her.
After sitting with her in silence for about ten minutes she told you “I love you.”
“I love you too”
You didn’t need to exchange anymore words because those were enough. They weren’t words that Wanda would tell to many people and it meant a lot that she would tell you them.
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.
