she INHALES and EXHALES, trying to focus on that to regain her composure, something she has done for two weeks repeatedly now, whenever hope is around and she cannot let her grief and depression get to her. the little four year old definitely still runs the house and has everyone wrapped around her little finger, but she has felt the change as well. even though wanda has tried her absolute best to be there for her whenever she needs her, it's impossible to be present every minute of the day, while juggling a newborn and grieving the loss of matilda. it feels like she's being torn in ten different directions and slowly ripping at the seams, but she's trying anyway. some days are easier than others.

looking up from jamie, her gaze lingers on beck for a moment as he asks her questions, emerald hues scanning the paleness of his face and the dark circles blooming under blue eyes. he looks terrible, but she tries not to let that sink in too deeply. once the knowledge penetrates her skin, it will fester like an infected wound, causing her to fret and her mind to produce the worst scenarios it can come up with. inhale, exhale, focus on something else. "no, not really. we haven't been outside much. two of the chickens died, though, but hope hasn't noticed yet. i'm trusting in the fact that four year olds can't count very well", she tells beck, shifting jamie in her arm, because he is falling asleep.

she gently puts him against her shoulder to burp him, rubbing his tiny back and kissing the side of his head. everything is so stressful lately and overshadowed by too many negative feelings that she can't really enjoy the newborn stage. with hope she didn't either, because she was overwhelmed and mourning the lover she had lost, now she is once again juggling the joy of new motherhood with grief. it's not fair and she imagined this differently, but their world has gone to shit a long time ago, so it's not a big surprise that something like this happened. "i think it's best you sleep down here tonight. you need rest, above all and i don't want to drag you up the stairs tonight. the less you move, the more likely the stitches will hold."

Watching Wanda && his son in that chair is almost enough to make the rest of the world disappear . He sits there , so very still && watches - the same as always , his eyes filling with adoration . Swelling with it to a point that he fears it might overflow all together . He knows that he's hurt her these past few days , he knows that he CONTINUES to hurt her && he wishes that he was better at all of this && that he didn't keep bringing that expression onto her face.

He was home . They were safe . He had to focus on that , on the fact that he'd even HAD someone like Wanda to look after him when he'd gotten back . He could have tried his best to sew himself up && maybe even done a half decent job , but his hands keep shaking && he probably would have passed out before he'd done the brunt of it .

❝ yeah , yeah . I know ❞ His breath as he exhales makes a huffing noise through his nose , trying to relax a little into his seat . Trying to at least look like he was going to be okay today , ease the burden on her shoulders .

He wants to cry , he wants to scream && tell her that they're probably coming . That they need to fortify their home or ..... or ... He wants to leap out of where he's sat && get to work . But he's treading a thin line with the woman that he loves right now .

❝ What did you get up to while I was gone ? ❞ A cheap , sad attempt at a smile && small talk . ❝ You && Hope catch any buggies out in the yard ? ❞

Wanda has never been on the receiving end of an injury like this before, unlike her brother and parents. She is usually the one who patches up people and would have perhaps offered to do this herself, had she not been so out of it in that moment. Thinking feels like her brain is completely filled with a thick, dense fog and it is incredibly hard to even form a coherent thought. The pain she feels is blinding and dull at the same time, as if her conscience is trying to filter it out to help her cope, because everything else is already stressful on her body. Her face contorts when Harlow stuffs the wound with gauze to momentarily stop the bleeding, but she makes no sound.

Emerald eyes fix on blue ones when Beck speaks to her, but he is blurry and Wanda can't really focus on what he is saying. "Still don't know what the whole clicks thing means...", she mutters, eyes fluttering shut. What she is aware of, however, is the feeling of his hand around her own and it gives Wanda a sense of comfort. That is all she is aware of as she slips in and out of consciousness, only roused by bouts of intense pain, whenever Harlow does something to her wound, but even that fades away after a while and Wanda sinks into darkness, oblivious of everything that happens around and to her.

When she wakes, her body feels leaden and her mouth is so dry she can barely swallow. A thundering headache pierces her skull, which she knows is from dehydration and blood loss. But it only takes her a few moments to fully regain her senses and pry her eyes open, scanning the room she is in. Noises come from the hall outside and even though it's crammed in here, they somehow managed to give her a private room. Beck is with her, slumped in a chair close by, his hand still ( or again ) holding her own. Wanda gives it a squeeze to indicate that she is awake, secretly glad to find him here. It means he is unscathed and they will both be alright. "Hey. How long was I out?"

She's light , in the grand scheme of things . Light enough that he's not really worried about getting her to where they're going in one straight shot . But it's not the weight that burdens him . It's the idea of her passing out , of her losing too much blood . It's the EMOTIONAL toll of knowing somewhere deep down that if it were anyone else he wouldn't care this much . He'd seen people come && go , it was tough . There was no way that he was letting Wanda leave him .

Her apology sits in the back of his head as he carries her , gnawing away at him . It wasn't her that needed to say sorry . It was Beck's job to keep people safe . If he'd just done that job better , if he'd just been a little quicker .

Eventually he makes it to the makeshift base that his squad had set up. De Leon must still be out there , picking off who he could from the streets , but the person he needs is here && Harlow's face is shocked but focused as he questions Beck about what happened .

He snaps back , because he can barely THINK .

They work together to get Wanda laid down carefully on a cot, Jay having to push his way under Beck's arm to get a look at the wound on the young woman because the Sergeant simply can't bring himself to move away yet .

When Wanda's voice rasps into the air , Beck grasps for one of her hands , focused solely on her face . Watching his medic's hands pressing gauze down into the hole in her shoulder in his peripheral .

❝ old community centre ❞ he breathes , trying to give her a smile . ❝ few clicks away from the middle of town - ❞ He shoots Harlow a look , then turns his gaze back to her . ❝ We're gonna get you patched up , okay ? ❞

It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳 well, not on Tumblr, but this blog. Damn, where has the time gone?!

“Hey, it’s Daddy.”

By: thejennire

My friend asked who my fanart on my shelf is of and i went into a 20min description of why Wanda Maximoff and Daisy Johnson are the loves of my life xD ! Also, this blog turns 8 in 2 weeks, so this is proof of how much I love my scarlet witch

Hey, I’m Marcia! I really enjoy reading your writing! I just have a burning question to ask you: what happened during the twins’ birth? I can’t stop wondering what happened esp when baby girl is brought up. Like what went wrong? Please tell me all the details 😭🙏

Or did you write about the twins birth already and I just missed it?

Hey there!

I think you're referring to my AU with @hebled <3 in which they have twins, a girl and a boy. We are in the process of writing that, but have done it on Discord, because it obviously contains quite sensitive subjects, but essentially their daughter is the second baby they didn't know about and is unfortunately not alive when she is born, so Matilda is sadly not with them anymore and they're left with twin Jamie and the older girl, Hope. Thanks for reading our threads <3

Art Edit Credit to Boss Esquibel

Elizabeth Olsen

she is trying SO HARD to keep the street from blurring before her eyes and staying at beck's side, but she's so dizzy. the only reason why she is still standing upright, is because she is scared that HE will get hurt if he pays more attention to her than the world around them. and she knows he will, because that is just who he is. years of seeing each other on and off for months at a time have given her a good idea of the kind of man he is and she know he's literally burn down this whole country down to keep the people close to him safe. and wanda knows that she MATTERS to him, just as he matters to her.

he notices her absence and walks back to her immediately, hand tapping her cheek as if he's checking if she's still alive. "no, you'll be DISTRACTED and get hurt", she mutters, but she is way too slow to react in her state and only whimpers when he picks her up, agony tearing through her shoulder. it makes her feel ashamed, but she is so glad to be carried, even though it means endangering him, but she's so tired. it's not a good sign, wanda knows that. rapid blood loss means an artery is affected and her time is running out, but her brain is too sluggish to really worry about that.

every step causes bolts of pain to shoot through her and they keep her alert enough not to pass out entirely, but her head lulls against his shoulder. " 'm sorry", she mumbles, eyes fluttering shut, because she can rest now. everything else is a blur. she doesn't know how long they're moving, or where he is taking her. every once in a while she hears voices or noises around her, but she flickers in and out of consciousness, pain mixing with confusion when his grip on her body disappears and she is put down on something, maybe a bed. her green eyes open again, vision swimming. blood has run down her arm and dripped on his uniform, the crimson stain the only thing next to his face she can truly make out. "where are we?"

There's a tense knot of stress TYING itself into his chest as he looks at her. They know each other well enough that Beck knows when she's lying . Part of him wants to lean down && hike her up onto his shoulder without asking , she's light enough to not be much of a burden . But just like him , Wanda has a bite to her && he knows that ignoring what she's saying will only end in them arguing over the whole scenario .

He tries his best not to look at the trail of blood that she's leaving , ignoring it as though it's something that she would be ashamed of , like he doesn't want to offend her . He tries to push on && focus on getting them back to base , but he can't help but throw looks back at his friend ... watching her flag && seeing her eyes look more && more distant .

❝ Wanda - ❞ As soon as she stops , he's turning back to grab for her arm . He can tell she's not far from passing out completely && that sets PANIC inside of him . ❝ no - God you look terrible. ❞ the honesty leaks from him without a second thought , using his free hand to travel up her arm to her face where he taps at her cheek firmly to try && get her to focus .

❝ Jesus christ - ❞ && he's giving in , rearranging his weapon on it's strap so that he can push his arm underneath hers && lift her up . ❝ c'mon . I got ya . ❞ A little bit of shifting , rearranging her until she's comfortably folded across him && he can straighten back out , holding onto her tight .

❝ we're close - we'll be there in a couple of minutes okay . Don't worry . ❞ && he doesn't know whether he's talking more to her or to himself.

wanda settles back into the chair, jamie still nursing, but she can tell he is getting tired and will soon fall asleep again. this time of the night, he usually only wakes up for a little snack, before being out for hours to come. he is a good sleeper during the night, but often restless throughout the day. sometimes she wonders if he misses his sister next to him. they were together for the majority of his short life, but has been gone since they were born. has he noticed? perhaps not. perhaps it is only her own grief reading into things, but she still wishes they would both be sleeping next to her at night.

when beck speaks, her heart CLENCHES inside of her chest and for a brief moment it feels like she cannot breathe. the mere idea of losing him is already too much to think of. he is the only stability she has had in over four years and a life without him in it is unthinkable. which is why she is always so ADAMANT to stay together, because she cannot handle the thought of him walking away one day and never returning. she's gone through that once and she would not be able to survive it a second time.

her eyes fill with tears and she shales her head, avoiding his gaze. "don't say that", she says quietly, eyes focused on the carpet in front of her, because if she looks at him now, she will BREAK DOWN. for weeks now wanda has been swallowing down too much and neither pregnancy, nor post partum have made it easy for her to control her emotions as well as she is used to, with hormones raging through her at all times. but if she lets THIS get to her now, she knows that everything inside of her will crumble and she cannot afford that. he is injured and needs to be taken care of, so do the children. weakness is a luxury denied to her in this world. "you're home, that is all that matters. and you will be fine."

He wants to protest as she pulls herself back to her feet && his lips part to do so before he manages to stop himself , mouth snapping shut once again . He watches her as she leaves the room && his hand stays on the wound - HOLDING it tightly as if he's still bleeding , actively dying . She carries too much , he can see that all of the time && he wishes that he could help. Help more .

When she returns && holds out the tablet to him , he lets his gaze BOUNCE between the little pill && her face . He has the urge to tell her no , that they have to save the painkillers && that he's fine , that he'll cope . But he fears that if he does that now , he'll get a look from her that he doesn't want to see . So his hand lifts from the bandage , shaking ever so slightly as fingers grasp the little white capsule.

❝ Wanda , I - ❞ a frown , slight but there nonetheless . He lifts the tablet to his lips && pops it into his mouth - takes another swig of the water to wash it down . Deep breath is pulled into his lungs , eyes closing && doing his best to imagine that nothing is wrong .

❝ I thought i wouldn't make it home - I thought I was never going to see you or the kids again . ❞

I basically have 2 followers left here so idk who will read that, but can y'all believe next month will be the 9th anniversary of this blog?! That sounds insane! But I made her in 2015 and she still has my heart, even though I fell out of love with Marvel

Elizabeth Olsen (29) in Sorry For Your Loss (TV 2018)

Elizabeth Olsen (22) in Martha Marcy May Marlene (2011)

blonde lizzie. that is all.

she hasn't EXPECTED him to let her stay, but there is a faint hope he will see the reason behind it. even though he has to follow protocol, wanda can tell that he is distracted by her and the last thing she wants is for him to get hurt as well, because he wasn't paying attention to the mess around them. nonetheless, it doesn't surprise her when he refuses, because that's just who he is. they have known each other for many years at this point - countless hours spent together in camps, dodgy motels and military bases - and she values his loyalty and character. still, she wished he was a little more heartless right now.

can she walk? the answer is a firm and resounding NO, but she will not burden him by letting him carry her. "yeah", she mutters, even though she isn't too sure about that. but she gets to her feet nonetheless, staggering slightly until she catches herself. cold sweat breaks out over her skin and there is a constant drip of crimson into the sand where she stands and walks, but she can't let that get to her now. otherwise HE will suffer for it. "let's go", she croaks and starts to walk again.

sweat and dust burn in her eyes and her vision is so damn blurry. heart thundering in her chest, she tries to stay close to beck, but the smoke and whirled up sand, as well as her vision make that increasingly hard. she pants, wiping her forehead in an attempt to clear her eyes, but there are too many stars flickering before them and she KNOWS she is about to pass out. steadying herself on the wall of a ruin, wanda takes a second to regain her bearing, hoping she will make it to wherever they're going.

He's so worried about her that it feels as though a part of his BRAIN is a couple steps behind himself with her . He can't concentrate on the voices in his ear && he can't SEE as clearly as he should with so much of his focus on her && the memory of that HOLE in her shoulder . As soon as he hears her trip he's already slowing && so by the time she's back next to him he's at a stop - looking her up && down with those blue eyes wide , concerned .

He's about to ask her if she's alright when her hand lands on his shoulder && she's speaking to him . His chest rises , falls , rises - he's watching her so closely that he thinks maybe she'll be able to see right into his thoughts themselves.

❝ What ?! ❞ his face screws up , brow furrowed && eyes narrowed . His lips have twisted into a disapproving downturn . Hand comes out from his rifle , as if to catch her as she slides down to the floor - but instead he lets her go && drops down to his haunches to look at her eye to eye instead . ❝ No . Wanda. ❞ It's firm , gaze SCOURING her face to try && find some sort of reasoning beyond what sounds like a STUPID idea to him . ❝ I'm not leaving you in the middle of a fucking warzone with a bullet hole in you . ❞ He decides he might sound a little too ANGRY with her , but he can't hold it back , the frustration settling within his chest .

He leans sideways , pulling his gun strap up && over his head so that he can set the weapon aside && lean in closer to her .

❝ Can you walk or not ?? ❞ he snaps , mind spiralling . Imagining her bleeding out . Weakened as someone finds her , someone who wants to FINISH her off . ❝ I'll carry you over my goddamn shoulder if I have to . ❞