#tfyf fic
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The Fate You Fight - Pt. 1
Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader
Word Count: 4.7k
[TFYF Masterlist]
Tags: soulmate AU, telephatic link soulmate, architect!reader, jewish!Wanda, post-MoM, hurt/comfort, no proofreading
Warnings: mention of abuse, description of violence, language
Summary: You never wanted anything to do with your soulmate, but when you find her in an advanced state of distress you had to help. After that, it becomes hard to let her go.
A/n: so, after asking everyone's opinion, i of course decided to do exactly the inverse of what people advised me to do because im a rebel like that. Or at this point im just accepting my fate that im not build to write one shots, one or the other
(Also the shadowban situation for my main fic blog is not resolved, so for now im gonna use that account and either it will become my full time fic account or if the shadowban reverse in like a week i'll go back to the old one.)
Taglist: @red1culous
It is said that the first time you cross paths with your soulmate, you develop the ability to hear their thoughts.
Needless to say, for Wanda, it meant nothing. Since she received her powers, she had always been able to hear everyone's thoughts around her. No matter how much she tried to block people, some would always get to her, loud thoughts, or the ones that were pushed the closest to the surface. And that meant she would likely never be able to find her soulmate, unless her soulmate found her - and that too was unlikely. As an Avenger, she mainly kept to herself. She didn't like to meet new people, or to go outside in crowded areas. In the end, as much as she dreamed of it as a kid, she gave up. She didn't need a soulmate anyway, she was one of the most powerful people to ever exist, and she had her friends. She would be fine without anyone.
As for you, you hated the concept of soulmates. You thought it was an egregious concept that you should follow someone around just because 'fate' (what was even fate? Did that prove the existence of a superior being or was it just a weird evolution of humans DNA? It was unlikely since you heard of humans having aliens soulmates. In the end, this was a debate for philosophers and scientists to settle, and you had no time for that) said you had to. And maybe it was motivated by childhood trauma - your parents were soulmates, but your dad still tried to kill your mom - but it was how you intended to live your life. No matter the thoughts that manifested in your mind, you would stay away from whoever intruded in your brain.
It was with this mindset that you heard a voice that wasn't yours in your head for the first time. You remembered it quite vividly since it happened during a bank robbery in which you were an unfortunate hostage. You usually led a peaceful life, you would wake up in the morning, get ready for college - you were a Columbia architecture student on a full ride scholarship thanks to your stellars marks and rowing prowess - go to your classes, stop at the library to work, then go to training, but today your roommate needed to stop by the bank, so you went with her. And that's when it happened. A loud bang and a hole in the ceiling, and everyone was on the ground in an instant, the people in masks barking orders around.
Next to you one idiot tried to stop the robbers, thinking it was his moment to shine as a licensed handgun owner. He was quickly shot down, blood splattering on you and your friend. You wiped your lips, trying to avoid tasting the iron tasting substance, only to see Anath, your friend, scramble to her knees to try and stop the bleeding. She was a med student, and she was a good one at that.
"Hey! Get back to your knees!" You heard the closest of the thief yell at her, the man's weapon in his belt now.
"I need to stop the bleeding," she said defiantly, her eyes on the dangerous man while she kept pressure on the wound. "Or this guy will die."
"I don't care! Lie down!" He pointed his rifle at her.
"No!" She was stubborn, she always had been.
The next second, it was like everything happened in slow motion when you saw him put his finger on the trigger. It was your turn to be an idiot as you were barely standing up when you dived to tackle him. Bullets flew around the room while you wrestled him. You might not be big on fighting, but you were able to compensate with sheer strength. Rowing sculpted your body years ago and it was easy to overpower someone who was so clearly out of shape. Taking the rifle from his hands, you used the cross to hit him in the head and have him pass out. Now the problem was two of his other friends who had weapons pointed at you.
You closed your eyes. That's not how you wanted your life to end, but you saved Anath, so you were fine with it.
But there was no roaring sound, and instead you heard groans and grunts, and the sound of people being slammed around. So you took a peek, and you saw both men enveloped by red auras being pushed against the ceiling, and then the ground, falling unconscious from the impact while the rest of the Avengers team rolled in with some SHIELD agents. Before you knew it, the situation was resolved and you were sitting at the edge of an ambulance with Anath next to you, both in a shock blanket. The man who was shot had been brought to the hospital while most of the other people stayed behind to give statements to the police or SHIELD, or went back home after giving their contact information. Everyone was safe, but you kept replaying the events in your head, the blood flying around, the fear of almost losing your life, when you heard it for the first time.
You had absolutely no idea what she was saying, the words in a language you couldn't understand.
Oh no, no, absolutely not, you thought to yourself, tensing like never before, even when you were in that bank you felt better. But you didn't really have time to flee before someone was in front of you, wearing a long red coat with a black corset and a skirt, brown hair flowing freely around her very, very pretty face. Her green eyes placated you into place.
"What you did inside… it was very heroic," she said, with the most stunning voice you've ever heard. Was it her? No. No way. First of all, Avenger, second of all, way too pretty, and finally, she had no accent - something that you of course ignored was that Wanda heavily worked with Natasha to get rid of her accent.
You opened your mouth uselessly before words finally fell out of it. "Oh, huh, you know, couldn't let my best friend get shot." She offered you a small laugh, and you wish you could have registered it to play it again and again.
"I understand. But, just so you know, you're safe now." She tilted her head as she gave you a warm smile.
That was an odd statement, so you tilted your head, mimicking her, but arched a teasing eyebrow. "How? Do you intend to follow me around to protect me?"
"What?" She blushed deeply, looking away. "No, of course not!"
Your snort turned into a laugh. "Sorry, I was joking." She was still blushing, but your laugh soon died down. "Hey, huh… thanks. For saving me."
"If that's how you thank me, mocking me like that…" she pouted just a bit, and it was adorable. You wished to see more of it.
"Okay, no more teasing."
She looked a bit longer at you, in an hesitation. Next to you, Anath was drinking the water she had been provided while watching what was happening in front of her with vested interest.
"Well, maybe I'll see you around another time," Wanda settled on. You were disappointed, but you kept it to yourself.
"See you around."
With that, she walked away, and Anath slapped your upper arm.
"Dude!"
"What?" You asked with a frown, rubbing your now pained arm.
"Sparks were flying, you should have asked for her number."
You scoffed at that. As if. "I don't have time to date."
And that was that. Your friend groaned from frustration but didn't insist. She knew of your aversion for soulmates, or at this point, dating in general.
It would be years before you saw Wanda again.
*
Years went by. The Sokovia Accords happened. Wanda found comfort in Vision. As a Synthesizoid he didn't have a soulmate, and she knew she would never find hers. And if she did? It would be unfair to impose that on that poor person. So she went with him. It was easy, uncomplicated, and she had good times. And then Thanos happened. Vision died. Westview. She became the Scarlet Witch and almost took one more life for herself, to claim a power she needed to protect her kids. They were all that mattered. But in the end, she couldn't. So she tried to destroy herself along the Darkhold. But she failed. She was still alive, she was still suffering, and she didn't know what to do. She became a shell of herself, called back to one of the only places she ever called home. She went back to the United States. To New York.
*
Years went by. The Sokovia Accords happened. The Blip happened. You stayed behind, already having lost everything else to illness, your mom dead after years of a losing fight - and were lucky enough to still have Anath with you. Your friend wasn't so lucky; she lost her soulmate that day. You moved back together again and for five years you did your best. It was hard. Humanity had lost so many people and the general grief that floated over everywhere in the world was too heavy for those left behind to truly move forward.
But you tried.
God, you tried.
Then everyone came back and so many people were reunited. But the world lost two of their greatest heroes for good, and some more when they decided they couldn't fight anymore.
Anath and her soulmate reunited, but they both stayed with you as they still had to adjust to many things. It was good to hear your best friend laugh so hard again, and you were happy for her, but sometimes when you saw them together you would feel so lonely. You found yourself wondering how it would feel, but it was probably too late for that. You missed your opportunity and clearly, whoever your soulmate was wanted nothing to do with you or they would have manifested themselves the day you heard them for the first time. So you just accepted your lack of fate.
But Fate hadn't given up on you.
Since half of New York's population returned, your architecture firm had a lot of work and you were assigned to an old new project - one that was abandoned when money dried up due to the disappearance of those who commissioned your firm. The building you were working on had been left as it was, people with no homes moving in and out with no one to keep them out, before they were chased recently. It was none of your business, but you still felt bad about it and hoped they found their way back to loved ones or a place to stay, where they would get the help they needed.
You walked the decrepit building with an inspector to gauge the damages and what would need to be replaced or entirely remade before the project could get back on track. Garbage was littered around with moldy mattresses, the smell was terrible and you didn't need the inspector with you to guess there would be a lot of work to be done when you noticed the broken walls and black stains. But as you walked around, the both of you noticed a silhouette laying down on one of the mattresses. At first it was easy to miss it; there were a number of garbage bags and cardboard boxes thrown around.
"Shit! Did one of those parasites die here?" You frowned at the man next to you. "That's bad for us, it will give us more paperwork," he grumbled and you wanted to slap him across the face. He was talking about a person, for god's sake. "We should still call the cops."
As he was talking you came closer to the body and that's when you heard her again. It was barely above a whisper but it was there, somewhere in your head, and it hit you like a truck. How was that even possible?
You turned to the inspector who already had his phone out. "Call an ambulance. She's alive," you ordered him firmly.
He was surprised but he complied and soon enough you were in a hospital room, sitting on a chair in the corner as you looked at the woman hooked on monitors and fluids. Apparently, she was severely dehydrated and malnourished. You could see it in the way her cheeks caved inside, her skin pale and sickly. The end of her fingers were also colored black but the doctors had no idea why.
Of course you had recognized her, but you seemed to be the only one, and considering her state you decided to say you had no idea who she was, and she was entered as Jane Doe in the files. It was probably better that way. If she was leaving in this building slowly wasting away she probably didn't want any of her old friends to find her. Still, you were half of a mind to try and contact them. Get her off your hands. But something kept you from doing it.
You were ripped from your thoughts when Anath entered the room with two sandwiches and she handed you one.
"Can you still hear her?" She asked. Despite not giving away her real identity you informed the staff that she was your soulmate so she could be covered under your medical coverage. It was a neat little bonus you had thanks to your position in your company.
You took the sandwich, looking up to your friend briefly. "From time to time, but it's very faint."
"That's still a good sign." Your eyes fell back on the woman laying in the hospital bed. You felt Anath's hand on your shoulder. "She'll be fine, she just needs some rest."
Your best friend didn't try to address the elephant in the room; she knew of your aversion to soulmates but would never bring the subject up first.
"How long?"
"Hours, a day, maybe longer."
You kept your eyes on her even as you ate. You'd be there when she woke up, you owed her that. After all, she saved your life once upon a time.
*
You were in the office when Anath sent you a message. It took you twenty minutes to finally open it, and when you did, you swore in front of your boss. He sent you an empathetic smile when you told him what it was about and let you go. He was one of the people who lost his soulmate during the blip, he understood in some way how you felt about yours being in the hospital. You bolted. You were never one to run - you liked to take your time - but you made an exception. When you arrived, Wanda was awake.
"Sorry!" You exclaimed, breath ragged by your run. "I was working when I heard you were awake."
The confusion on her face was obvious, and you cringed. Of course she had no idea who you were. When she saved you, she was just doing her job, and you were probably only one in thousands of people.
"I'm Y/n, I'm the one who brought you here. And…" you came closer so you could whisper. "I know who you are, but thought you'd want to keep your anonymity," you explained.
And Wanda was very grateful for that. She remembered the relief she felt when she realized no one here knew who she was, so when they asked her, explaining they didn't know, she kept the charade up.
"Thank you," she simply said, accent thick to your surprise, voice rocky.
"That's the least I could do." She frowned at that and you looked away. You felt so dumb. You were always so stoic and self-assured, and for whatever reason you just turned into a puppy with her. "A few years ago you stopped a bank robbery and saved me."
A number of things went through her face, but finally recognition settled on her features.
"You're the girl who saved her friend." She would have exclaimed herself if nlt for her way too dry throat.
You grabbed a glass of water that you put in front of her. "Yeah, that's me," you admitted simply.
She took the water and considered you for a few seconds before she finally drank. Apparently she deemed you worthy.
"Why…?"
"Huh?" You put, very eloquently you might add.
"Why… help me?" She looked down in her glass, and your heart broke when you saw all the grief, all the pain, everything that made her say her next words. "I would be better off if I were dead. Everyone would."
You sat at the edge of her bed and ever so gently scooped her face to have her look up at you. "That's not right."
Tears formed in her green eyes in droves. She couldn't hold your gaze, but you were keeping her from looking away.
"You have no idea what I did."
Truly, you didn't. "Why don't you tell me?"
She tensed, grabbed your hand to push it away. You let her do it without any resistance. "I don't deserve to." She looked back down. You had no idea what to do to help her at this point, and if you were honest, there was probably not a lot you could do besides be there for her. So you would do exactly that.
"I don't agree." You followed her gaze down and noticed she was looking at her hands. "What happened to your hands?"
She frowned and never answered. Her silence was enough for you to let it go, so you stood up. She didn't look up but you noticed her eyes following you.
"Leaving?"
You arched an eyebrow and hid a smirk. "Will you miss me?" You teased. But once again you were met with silence. "Don't worry, I'll be right back."
You left the room and headed to the hospital gift shop. Once you arrived, you looked around, grabbing some books at random, a stuffed animal - a bear with get well soon shirt - and some snacks. You don't know what she likes, so you take a few different ones. You ended up with two small brown paper bag with the gift shop's brand printed on it.
When you come back to the room, you see her looking out the window, sadness painted all over her face, so you make sure she hears you come in. You didn't want to intrude on her. She still jumped slightly at your sudden arrival, seemingly surprised to see you again.
"I'm back," you announced pretty uselessly and wondered if she thought you left despite saying you were coming back.
She just looks at you.
Carefully, you took the books out of the bag you were carrying and put them down next to her in a neat pile. You left the snacks in the bag and simply put it next to the books. "I brought you some stuff," you told her as if it wasn't obvious.
Then you hesitated a bit before you took the stuffed bear out.
"Thought you'd like some company when I'm away." You placed it on top of the books. Still no answer. But you hear her questions running in her mind. The whys, and the self-loathing comments. She doesn't seem to have noticed yet that she can hear your thoughts, or maybe she did but doesn't care. The latter makes you ache no matter how much you try to fight it.
You open your mouth, you want to tell her something, the silence around you both suffocating. It made you feel uncomfortable and incredibly inadequate. But before you can really say anything, Anath came in the room after a short knock.
"Hi guys, sorry to interrupt, I'm doing my last round for the day," she explained and grabbed the chart at the end of Wanda's bed. "You seem to be doing fine. We're going to keep you here a few more days to make sure you're on track, then you can go home." She gave you a look at that. You suddenly found the outside fascinating.
"I don't… I don't have money. Or insurance," she said finally, in an attempt to be let go. She knew she wouldn't have the energy to fight her way out. She didn't want to either. She was so tired of everything.
"It's okay, it's covered by Y/n," Anath told as she pointed at you with her chart. The Witch's gaze bore into you and you avoided it. "Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow, miss Doe." She was about to leave the room, she got her upper body back in. "Do we wait for you for dinner tonight, Y/nn?"
You shook your head. "No, I'll probably grab something on my way back."
Finally the doctor left, and once again you were alone with Wanda. You could see in the way she looked at you that she was trying to figure out your motive. You scratched your head and grabbed a book from the pile.
"I'll try this one, I'll tell you if it's any good," you tell her as you go sit in the armchair in the corner of the room. Her eyes stayed on you ten minutes in your reading, until she seemed to lose interest and settled in the bed.
She could hear your thoughts so easily, not all of them, but those she caught were crystal clear, it was uncanny. It was probably because of how weak she was currently, she couldn't put up her mental barriers. Right now she could hear you read, so she listened, your voice calm against the roaring thunder of the tempest raging inside of her. Soon enough, she fell in a deep sleep, and for once, no nightmares plagued her.
*
A nurse came in to inform you that visiting hours were over, and you got up. Wanda was asleep again after eating, and so you decided to let her rest. You checked your bag and found a pen and paper easily to leave her a note you put in the bear's arms. After that you sneaked out.
Wanda woke up in the night and looked around, panic setting in until she remembered where she was. The hospital. She frowned. Last thing she remembered she had just eaten and you were reading again. She must have fallen asleep. She looked around and noticed how dark it was. You were nowhere to be found, but the note in the bear's arms got her attention. With trembling fingers she read it.
'Hey, I had to leave and didn't want to wake you up. I'll be back tomorrow, in the meantime take care of yourself. For me.
Y/n'
She read the words again and again, especially the two you crossed. For you. A warm feeling sparked in her, under the rubbles of her life. Slowly, with utmost care, she folded the little note and put it in the book you had been reading while you were here. She eyed the bear before she settled in bed, looking away. A few seconds later, she turned around to grab it in her arms and resumed her position. There, she fell asleep again.
*
You came by the next day, and the one after that, and again. You brought work with you, knowing that even if your boss was understanding you still needed to put some hours in. From time to time you would try to talk with Wanda, but she barely answered, and when she did it was monosyllabic at best. She was looking better, less famished, but still grieving something you knew nothing of. So you didn't push, giving her the time qhe needed, until Anath came around to check on her once more.
"Everything looks great. We're going to send you home tomorrow," she declared.
"Home…?" There was something in her voice and tears started to pool in her eyes. That was bad. You could feel her thoughts spiral.
"You don't have to," you intervene. You stood up to come closer. "You can come to our place."
Anath looked at your, arching both eyebrows. You never discussed that with her, but now that the offer was out there it's not like you could take it back. Especially since it seemed to have shocked her enough for her to calm down slightly.
"Your… place?" She looked confused.
"Yeah, huh, with Anath. We're roommates, and we have a spare bedroom. You could stay there. If you want." You looked at her expectantly. "You don't have to answer now. And if you don't want to, I can arrange for a hotel or something."
She didn't answer and your best friend looked at the two of you. "Okay, I'm gonna go now. Someone will bring the paperwork for your release."
Wanda kept her eyes on you, so many feelings in her eyes. You gave her the time she needed to talk, hearing the questions in her head.
"Why are you doing this for me?" She asked, and it surprised you.
Why were you?
It could have been the soulmate bond, and maybe it was, a little, and it could also just be that you wanted to repay her for saving your life, but the truth was you just wanted to help her. She looked crushed under the weight of lifetimes of pain, and you wished you could take some pain off of her shoulders. Was it that you wanted to get closer to her? Was there an ulterior motive? Honestly you had no idea. You hated it.
"I… I don't know."
"I feel like you do." She looked down at her hands where the tip of her fingers were still black. "Or at least have some idea."
Did she read your mind?
"Sorry, I didn't mean to." You frowned slightly. "You don't owe me anything. Not for your life, or because we're…"
Wanda did hear you, and now it made a lot of sense. But it also meant that until you found her almost dead on the floor you wanted nothing to do with her, but the truth was, you wanted to explain how this whole concept made you feel, to tell her that it wasn't what made you act that way, to defend yourself. That you were better than that, but were you?
"I know," you said. "I still want to help. Once you're back on your feet we can go our own way."
So many feelings were burning down your throat, and you hated it all. You hated that you were soulmates, and you hated how it took your choices away, and yes, you played with the idea of it recently because you didn't want to live your life alone, but still. This was different, and you didn't know how to deal with it. Maybe you'd find a way one day, but today wasn't that day.
Wanda seemed to have her own train of thoughts on her side, even if she mainly looked at your inside conflict from the outside. She could only grab some passing thoughts of feelings but refused to look at it closer, and decided to stop the cacophony in your head.
"I'll go with you," she finally answered to your big surprise. That was unexpected.
"Are you sure?" Your question was genuine, you didn't want her to feel forced into staying at your place.
She nodded, and that was that. She didn't say anything else for the evening, even when you left and told her you'd pick her up tomorrow morning.
Once you were gone, she thought about everything. Everything that had happened in her life, especially since she met you, and the longer she thought about it, the angrier and more desperate she became as what ifs hit her. What if she realized it when you met? She wouldn't have gotten with Vision, maybe, and she wouldn't have lost him and then her kids. What if you spoke at the time?
She was mad at herself, but also at you. And the worst was that she actually kind of liked you. Your presence made her feel better. It scared her so much, all this, after what she did, because she couldn't slip again.
All she could do in the end was cry.
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The Fate You Fight - Pt. 2
Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader
Word Count: 5,8k
[TFYF Masterlist]
Tags: soulmate AU, telephatic link soulmate, architect!reader, jewish!Wanda, post-MoM, hurt/comfort, no proofreading
Warnings: mention of abuse, description of violence, language
Summary: You never wanted anything to do with your soulmate, but when you find her in an advanced state of distress you had to help. After that, it becomes hard to let her go.
A/n: it is way too early for my brain to work in any capacity or form i just wanna qleep but anxiety be anxious. ALSO I love yall guys, every one of you, especially the one who take the time to comment (i see you)
Taglist: @red1culous
As you promised you showed up the next morning with clean clothes for Wanda and a bag to put in all of her stuff plus what you bought for her.
Packing everything was fast, and before you knew it, you were sitting in your car to bring her to your place. The ride was silent but not as tense as you thought it would be. You arrived and opened the door for her. The place you rented was pretty nice, it was nothing incredibly big or fancy but it was enough for the three of you - Anath, her soulmate Jamie, and yourself. You guided her to the guest bedroom, showing her the rest of the apartment on the way. She took it all in stride and you put down the bag with her stuff at the end of the bed on which you put fresh linen yesterday.
"Here you go. Make yourself at home." She looked around the room, following the line in the wood of the dresser as she walked. "We can go buy you some clothes too, if you want." You took a look at her. She looked adorable in your clothes, but you were sure it must be uncomfortable for her.
She sat on the side of the bed, testing how firm it was, and she nodded in agreement at your proposition before she thought too much about it, and it made you smile.
"Okay, great. We can go as soon as you're ready."
This earned you a small smile this time, and you left the room so she could put her things out. You noticed Jamie had left their room, still in pajamas, and was making themselves some breakfast.
"Oh, hey Y/n. Did your mysterious Jane Doe settle already?" They asked when they saw you get out of the room.
"She's doing it right now. I'm giving her space." As you talked you could smell the pancakes calling you. They took out two more plates alongside theirs. "Going all out I see."
They juggled with the pancake pan and another one for bacon and eggs. "Nothing beats an American breakfast after a stay at the hospital."
"You know she can't eat too much yet."
"Mhm." They kept going and you noticed them actually making small foods for one of the plates, like a mini-breakfast.
You snickered. "She's not a child."
"Hey, everyone likes small food. Plus, they're special." They pointed at the smiley face in the pancakes. It was also on the bigger ones. "See."
"Unbelievable," you muttered. "Can't believe you're actually a renowned chef."
They shrugged and you walked away to your own room for a minute to put your phone to charge, and when you came back you saw Wanda looking at Jamie from her door. It was kind of adorable.
"Wanda," you called softly and she jumped a small bit. "Jamie is making breakfast, you want some?" You paused for a second. "They kind of already plated some for you," you added in a mutter.
"If they already plated it…" she answered, and you took the lead.
Before you reached the kitchen fully - where Jamie was now singing very off key - you looked at her. "What name do I give him?"
She pondered the question. "Wanda is fine."
That was a good sign, you thought. Or maybe you were reading into things. Still, when you reached the kitchen again, you introduced them to each other.
"Wanda, huh. Nice name." They put the plates on the dinner table that was close to the kitchen.
She shrugged at that and simply sat down where she was indicated to. You took the seat next to her and Jamie sat across from you. Your friend's soulmate had always been a chatty person, and today seemed like it wasn't going to be an exception. That is until you heard Wanda's voice.
"I can't eat those," she said, pointing at the pancakes. "There are smiles on them."
Your eyes went wide and you had to bite your lip hard not to laugh. You were in no way, shape or form, expecting her to react like that to the smiling pancakes.
"It's okay, it's because they're happy to be eaten," Jamie answered and it was getting progressively harder to keep your laugh in when Wanda narrowed her eyes at them. She seemed to accept the answer because right after she was eating.
You spent breakfast talking with the cook while Wanda was content listening. Jamie had tried getting her to engage, but she just continued her trend of not talking or only very briefly. They quickly understood she wanted to be left alone and accepted it in stride, before you finished breakfast and you helped with the plates. As you put them in the sink, you turned to Wanda.
"Do you want to go for clothes today or tomorrow, if you need to rest?"
"Today is good."
That was fine by you, so when you finished getting everything cleaned you went shopping with her. It was clear that any crowded place was going to be hard for her to deal with so you were careful about where you went, even if it meant paying a higher price.
It didn't take you that long out there, even when you stopped to buy her a phone too, and you grabbed lunch on the way back. Once you got home, you put the food down and brought the clothes to her room. Upon entering, you noticed the bear on the bed and arched an eyebrow, a smirk forming on your lips. You turned on your heels to look at her with a mischievous spark in your eyes, but before you could open your mouth she sent you a stare. It made you falter, but also, you had to comment on that.
"Don't," she stopped you in your tracks. You crossed your arms and pouted, but she simply walked past you in order to put the new clothes in the dresser.
"So I can't even make jokes aloud now?" You complained, sitting on the bed to watch her tidy - or more like watch her back.
"I guess not," she said flatly. You tilted your head on the side, trying to get a better view of her. You were proud to notice her cheeks' coloration.
You held in a chuckle, and ignored the warm feeling in your chest. "Okay, then I guess it's fine if I borrow it for tonight?" You asked, already laying on the bed and stretching your arm to grab the fuzzy plushie. That was enough provocation for her to turn around and use her magic to put it away from you. You looked at her, mouth agape.
"Mhm," she shook her head, and you gave up, both on stealing the plushie and on teasing her.
"Okay, fair enough I guess. Can we go eat now?"
She answered you by closing the drawer and walking to where you left the food. You enjoyed the takeout in silence and when the afternoon rolled in, you grabbed your laptop to start working. Wanda wandered around the apartment a bit before she decided to settle on a book to read, and you co-existed peacefully like this for a few hours.
"I'm going to need to go to the office tomorrow morning," you told her at some point, your eyes fixed on your screen, and your head hurt when you caught an influx of her thoughts. There was panic, sadness, and fear, and something dark that didn't quite feel like the voice you were starting to know - even if you had troubles hearing her clearly like you did the first time you met her. But despite all that, her answer remained short.
"Okay." She turned the page of her book and you looked up at her, wondering if you should add something.
"Jamie will be there in the morning, and I'll be back for lunch. And if anything bad happens… Just call me. Okay?"
You waited for a reaction on her part, anything to make sure she would be fine. She did seem to relax in the armchair she was curled up in, and nodded. Good.
You went back to work while Wanda's reading kept getting interrupted by thoughts. She mainly wondered how you managed to have her rely on you so much in so little time, and if she could truly trust you. Memories flooded her of everything that happened in Westview. Of what she did after. She closed her eyes, her breathing getting harder and harder. It was like there was a weight compressing her lungs on her chest, and she had no idea how to deal with them. You started to notice a few seconds in and before your brain could really comprehend what was happening, you were by her side, a hand on her knee as you squatted next to her seat.
"Hey, Wanda, look at me." She opened her eyes, vision blurry with tears, but a jarring deep red for you. "What's happening? Talk to me."
But she couldn't talk, there wasn't enough air around her. She was going to die like a fish out of water, and after everything she'd done, she wondered if it weren't better. But she still remembered your note and the crossed out words, and that kept the bad thoughts on their toes for now as you were looking her in the eyes, giving her far away instructions.
Some of her memories and thoughts hit you deep, but you forced them out for now. "Breathe in. Now count down to ten, and exhale. Yes, that's good, again…" you breathed with her, making sure to exaggerate the motion of breathing in and out for her to follow. And it worked. Slowly but surely, she calmed down and was able to breathe normally again.
"Seems like you got a panic attack," you told her. "I used to have them all the time when I was a kid." The explanation of your knowledge only made her tilt her head, so naturally, you gave her more. "My dad used to hit my mother, and I could always see the signs of it coming. My mom, she sent me to my room to protect me, but I would start to panic and just…" you gestured vaguely to her as if to show what had just happened.
She looked at you with a sadness that was different than her usual, and you understood it was directed at you. Her empathy made you look away almost in shame of your admission. You rarely talked about it ever, but she thought it would help her, or at least distract her. Now you weren't so sure.
"Thank you," she said, and it made you feel better immediately. "For sharing."
You offered a small smile and squeezed her knee before you stood up. After squatting for so long blood finally flew back freely to your legs and you let out a groan at the sudden pain.
You had a very awkward walk back to your place on the couch, but it was one that tugged on Wanda's lips. That made it strangely okay with you.
*
Wanda got very little sleep her first night in her new room. It all felt too comfortable, too homey, and she was strangely perturbed by the smell of your detergent on the linens. She found herself startled by a very intrusive thought: what if she went to sleep in your room? She caught herself thinking about it, thinking of sleeping next to you, or in your arms. You had been so kind to her, and she had to admit that it felt nice. The last time she felt cared for in this capacity was with Vision. As she thought of her husband, she wondered what he would think of all this, of how low she had fallen. He would have disapproved for sure, maybe he wouldn't have been able to truly understand. He always had been this way, so straight in his boots. Would you understand her? Would you be able to look at her knowing everything she'd done? This questions haunted her, but she had no way to know the answer.
What if she looked for them directly in your head? Something in her whispered. She could make you hers in the snap of a finger, kill any doubt in your mind. You didn't need to have a choice.
She shut down the voice as hard as she could. She refused to take anyone's choice away ever again. If she were to live instead of wasting away, she couldn' keep hurting people for her own selfish interests.
She grabbed the bear tightly in her arms and imagine your soothing mind voice reading in her head. Eventually, it was enough to soothe her, and she fell asleep.
*
She heard you leave for work in the early morning. It actually woke her up, and the thought of trying to get back to sleep was a haunting one, so she got up. She paced the apartment like a cat trying to get aquainted with its territory. More than once she stopped in front of your door. She wondered how mad you would be if she went in just to have a little look around. After the seventh time, she went back to her room to grab a book, any book, to try and distract herself. It worked well enough, and mainly long enough for Jamie to appear again, sleep on their face when they emerged from the room.
"Good morning young lady," they said, and Wanda arched an eyebrow. She was fairly certain that she was older than them. Still, she said nothing. "Any wish for breakfast? I was thinking fruit salad, toasts, greek yogurt and… strawberry jam?" They almost asked, like they were trying to guess something.
Wanda simply shrugged. She had completely forgotten about breakfast, so anything would work for her. Jamie took that as a yes and started working in the kitchen.
"You think you could tell me your favourite foods?" They asked in the middle of cutting some mango. "It's kind of the first thing i asked when I heard you were going to live with us, but Y/n didn't know."
She vaguely remembered you asking her about it on your way here. Now, she felt bad for ignoring the question.
"Paprikash," was all she could provide right now. It was always the first one that came to mind.
"That's a good one." They put the cut fruit in a salade bowl. "I'll make some when you work up a bigger appetite, this way you can enjoy it better. I actually was thinking of making a Wanda dish of the week. So you feel more welcolmed here."
She looked at the cook and blinked a few times. They were very different from both you and Anath - even if she didn't see a lot of the latter. They reminded her of Pietro somewhat, always ready to make new friends and have a good time before they got roped up in the whole Hydra business. She wanted to cry just thinking of him, but managed to hold back her tears.
They failed to notice the sudden distress, busy rambling about food they liked and that maybe Wanda would like too. She managed to calm down enough to be able to join the table for her reduced portion of food, thanking them in a small voice. They offered a smile and kept talking, offering Wanda a very lively one sided conversation, something that right now she was very happy to have.
*
Work had been a hassle this morning. You loved what you were doing - architecture was your passion after all - but you hated when you had to go meeting to meeting, having to deal with some very insufferable clients that didn't understand the law of physics or what materials to use in what condition. That transpired into lunch, and you sent a quick message in Wanda's direction, hoping she would be fine alone. When you finally left the office, it was two in the afternoon and you rushed home. When you arrived you were relieved to not only find everything in order, but also to see Wanda simply sitting on the couch in her pajamas, a plaid on her laps, watching some old black and white sitcom. She barely reacted when you came in and simply grabbed some popcorn to eat, and you smiled at the image. She might not have been in a great mental state, but apparently she had decided to at least try living a little bit.
"Hey, sorry, the client kept being… well, a client," you finished your sentence like it was self-explanatory. "How have you been?"
You left your coat on the rack and your keys on the plate near the entrance, coming to the living room. You let yourself fall on the other side of the couch, Wanda following with her eyes. Her answer consisted of a shrug, which was on brand with her.
"Have you eaten?" She pointed to the popcorn with her chin, her eyes back to the screen in front of her. "Beside the popcorn?" Wanda looked away, and that's all you needed to know. "Okay, I'll make you a small sandwich."
You stood up again and walked to the kitchen. It took you very little time to make a sandwich, plus one for you with some fruits and some cut cucumber. When you put it on the living room table she eyed it and went for some of the cucumber. You had a small smile, content that she ate at all.
Looking at her you could only smile warmly. Your instincts were screaming at you to get closer to her, maybe cuddle, or something like that. That's when you felt something tap you in the thigh. You looked down and saw Wanda's foot.
"You're loud. I'm trying to watch tv," she said and you snickered, making her arch her eyebrows.
"Sorry, sorry, I'll… think less?"
"Watch the show, it's good," she advised, and you took it, focusing on the tv. It was still good to see Wanda talk and be there.
*
The night was deep, the barely visible moon high in the sky, when Wanda awoke, eyes red and glowing in the darkness. Tears filled her eyes as she realized the reality she was in, her breath ragged with sorrow as she sat up and gripped her head between her arms and hands, sobs shaking her body weakly. She startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder and pushed it off with a slap.
"Don't touch me!" She screamed and a wave of energy surged from her, hitting you straight into the wall of the room. A groan came out of you under the pain and she snapped her eyes open. "Oh god, Y/n! I'm so sorry!"
She scrambled to her feet and kneeled next to you as you leaned against the wall, trying to stand up but you only saw stars. The noise attracted your roommates who rushed in the room, turning on the lights.
"Y/n? What happened?!" Anath came closer to you when you finally managed to get up against the wall.
"It's nothing, I'm fine," you tried to cover but Wanda shook her head, tears flowing down her cheeks.
"No, I– it's my fault, my magic surged and it pushed her. It's my fault, I'm so sorry," she cried.
Anath and Jamie looked at you both, Jamie snapping out if it first. "An', hon, why don't you take a look at Y/n?" She nodded and put her arm under yours to guide you to the living room.
Wanda followed you with her gaze, how could she have hurt you? You had been so good to her. She tried to follow after you, but Jamie kept her from doing so. "Let Anath take care of her, she'll be fine."
"But what if she's not? What if–"
They gently brought her to the bed to sit her down. "No what ifs, it only makes things worse. And she's a tough cookie, she'll be okay."
"What if–" they lifted a finger. "She hit the wall hard."
"She'll be fine," Anath said from the door. "She might have a few bruises tomorrow, but nothing terrible. I gave her some paracetamol and sent her back to bed."
"See, just as I told you!" Jamie said to Wanda and they patted her back. She didn't answer but nodded, and they took it as a sign that she was okay.
"Let's all go back to bed," Anath ordered in her doctor voice, which was very different from her normal everyday voice, Wanda had noticed. "You too, Wanda. You need the rest."
Her eyes still red from crying, she looked as Jamie and Anath left, the former offering her a reassuring smile. Once they disappeared, she laid down back on her bed, but sleep proved elusive.
She was quick to leave her bed again and walk around the apartment, stopping in front of your door from time to time. She just wanted to check on you, make sure you truly were okay. She was desperate, actually. Just taking one peek wouldn't hurt. It would help.
The door barely squeaked when she opened it and she could see you lying there, so still, and anxiety flared up. Were you truly alright? She had to make sure, so slowly, she walked closer to you. She would just check if you were still breathing, nothing more. Once she was close enough, she extended her hand to go under your nose. There. She could feel you breathe against her fingers, and immediately her anxiety started to go down.
"Come on Wands, you're being creepy," you mumbled. "And very loud, too…"
She moved her hand back hurriedly and hid both under her arms. You opened one eye and made some space in your bed.
"Come on. Jump in so we can sleep."
She frowned at that. "I hurt you… I can't…"
"You didn't mean to." You were still sleepy, but the feeling was starting to slip from your fingers like water.
"It doesn't matter." You crawled back closer and took her hand, pulling her on the bed. It was easy to do since she was light as a feather. She fell on the bed, trying to hold up on her knee and hand. "What are you doing?!" She yelled-whisper at you.
"Making you understand I don't care. Accident happens, but if you keep me awake, that I won't forgive," you growled, and that was enough for her to simply let go and lay next to you. You adjusted your position as she did hers, and soon you were standing each on one side of the bed. You let go of her hand to turn your back to her, ready to sleep again. You felt her move again, and soon warmth spread in your back. If you had been more awake, your breath would have itched in your throat, but right now you only wanted sleep.
It overtook you before you could think of anything else, and Wanda followed.
*
The next morning when the sun pierced your windows, you tried to move around but quickly realized you were trapped in Wanda. Her arms and legs wrapped around you and kept you from moving away. You didn't even realize that this happened during the night, and strangely you barely minded. Still, you weren't one to stay still even in bed, so you needed to find a way to move around. With limited movements at your disposition, you settled for the soft way, gently brushing your fingers along Wanda's arm and hand, to her fingertips.
"Hey, Wanda?" You whispered, and it seemed to work as she wiggled behind you. "Could you relax a little?"
"Huh?" She sleepily questioned until she realized how tight she was holding you, and the fact that she was holding you. "Oh…"
You were finally free - and maybe a bit sad about it, but you shelved that thought for another time - and turned around to look at the witch. "You feeling okay this morning, Witchy?"
The nickname had her frowning and you pinched your lips not to laugh. "Don't call me that."
"What if I want to tease you?" You poked the end of her nose and she scrunched it up before rolling away.
"How are you so chipper in the morning?" She complained.
"Well, I slept great." You scooted closer. "Despite the koala clinging onto me. Maybe that should be your nickname."
She turned around to look at you with what looked like annoyance, but there was something soft in her eyes, and that was what made you want to tease her some more.
"Don't," she warned you with a tilt of the head.
You put your hands up in innocence. "I didn't do anything."
"I can hear you think."
You laughed and turned your back. "Okay, okay."
You could still feel her eyes on you while the ceiling seemed very interesting right now, nothing to do with what looking at her made you feel.
"Is that why you came to visit me in the night?" She asked in a small, shy voice.
"Hm?"
"Did you hear me?"
Ah. "Yeah. Woke me up, actually."
"I'm sorry." She turned away from you this time, making herself small, hugging herself. This broke your heart.
"You keep apologizing like it's your fault."
"I'm a nuisance. I keep hurting you. Taking your time. That's all I'm good for," she whispered and you would have missed it if it weren't for your telepathic link. You wondered what had happened for her to fall so low, but once again, not a priority right now.
"Yeah, you've hurt me, by accident. But for the rest? I'm giving you my time freely, and that means you're not a nuisance." Very slowly you moved closer. "And you know, where you are right now, no matter if you think you can't get better… you can. You will."
This felt so flat to say, but you'd never been good when it came to reassuring people, to make them feel better. You actually remembered specifically accidentally making it worse once when you were a kid.
"Don't say that, you don't know me."
Very, very carefully, your hand came into contact with her back. Her back felt warm through the clothes.
"No, but I remember when you saved my life. You came and you told me how heroic I'd been, but I didn't feel that way at all. I felt like a scared idiot. And when I look back, I think of how much you were the true hero. Not only did you save my life, but you checked on me after just to assure me I was safe. And that takes a good person."
"I'm not that person anymore." She started to remax against your touch, so still taking your time, you wrapped your arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
"I disagree. Don't get me wrong, you're very different, but this kind of desire to do good, it never goes away."
"I think it did." She thought about America, and those she killed in the other universe. All the bodies she left in her wake to get her boys back. Her boys who were terrified of her in the end. Just thinking about it broke her heart all over again, and she sobbed. You held tighter onto her.
"Do you want it back?"
She nodded and you had to fight not to let her emotions take over yours. "I want everything back."
"Then start with that. Be good to others. Be good to yourself. And see where you get from there."
She turned around and hid her face against you. Her tears soaked right through your shirt, and you couldn't care less. Your throat tightened so much and a few tears did escape your eyes. All of her feelings were so overwhelming that it was a wonder she could still stand up, and the state you found her in made so much sense. Anyone who felt the way she did would collapse under the waves of pain and burden.
It only proved how strong she truly was.
*
Luckily, it was the week-end. This meant no work, no getting up early, just good old rest and quality time with Wanda and your friends. Who actually left for the week-end for a romantic getaway. That made sense. They rarely had the same days off, so they had to enjoy the time they had together. It also allowed you to relax while Wanda clinged to you, knowing you wouldn't get teased by Jamie. They weren't as subtle as Anath when it came to your aversion to the whole soulmate thing. They weren't as subtle about a lot of things, to be fair. You were still glad they couldn't see you on the couch with Wanda next to you, her head on your shoulder, and your arm around her - it was just more comfortable.
"You want pizza for lunch?" You asked her at some point and she frowned, looking at you from her spot on your shoulder. "What?"
"I've never seen you cook," she commented.
"... because I don't cook. Last time I tried I got a visit from the fire department."
She actually backed off to take a better look at you, leaving you slightly cold.
"I'm cooking today." Why did this feel vaguely threatening?
"I definitely won't fight you on this one," you mumbled.
"Good." And she settled back to watch the sitcom she chose - something less dated than last time.
You finished two more episodes before she started cooking, and you joined her in the kitchen to look at her. She seemed to know her way around a kitchen, a lot more than you at least - not a very hard feat, but still. It was probably the first time since you found her that she seemed at ease with herself and what she was doing. It made you smile, especially when she slapped your hand when you tried to steal some pepper bell slices.
"How violent," you complained with a laugh.
She arched an eyebrow and you just laughed some more until she graciously offered you one strip. "Thank you." You winked at her.
As you were enjoying the crunch of your vegetable, Wanda glanced at you briefly.
"Did you know it was me when we met the first time?" She asked, and you almost choked. That came out of left field.
You coughed a few times and finally you shook your head. "Did you?"
"No, I… My powers allow me to hear people's thoughts. When I heard yours, I just… I assumed it was just another one from people who were bad at filtering their thoughts."
That explained a lot. There was a lulling silence, loaded with hesitation, before Wanda talked again.
"Did you ever look for me?"
You looked down, a feeling of shame washing over you. "No, never. I kind of assumed my soulmate wasn't interested either, since they didn't manifest themselves at the time. Now I know better."
You felt anger emanating from Wanda and dying down as fast as it came, replaced by a desire to understand. "Was it the only reason really…?" There was a note of desperation in her voice.
"No, no, it wasn't," you admitted. You owed her the truth, or so you thought. "I told you my dad used to beat my mom, right?"
She nodded and you licked your lips, looking for words.
"They were soulmates." She looked shocked. She heard whispers about this kind of thing happening, but most of the time it wasn't spoken of. Laws were bad on this too. "I… I guess it kind of made me think that if the person who was supposed to love you no matter what could be such a piece of shit, then it wasn't worth it. Why trust Fate if it's going to give you a shitty hand? I just hated the idea of my choice being taken away from me if I had no guarantee I'd get something good." You let out a deep sigh. "I don't know if it makes sense. At the time it did."
"How about now?"
You shrugged. "I still want to be able to choose, I think."
This was something she could understand after so many of her choices were stolen from her over the years.
Would you choose me, she thought, and you heard it loud and clear. Yet, she kept it to herself, and you decided to do the same out of respect since if she wanted to ask, she would.
"You're not mad?" You dared to ask.
"Sometimes I am. But I understand why you would do that." She resumed her cooking - not that she ever fully stopped, and you admired her for a brief moment of clarity.
"Thank you."
With a glance, she threw a simple "don't", and that was the end of the conversation.
*
When the time to go to bed was upon you, you both got ready together, brushing your teeths last and standing in front of your respective doors. You looked at each other for a bit, before you pointed to you bedroom door.
"Well, that's goodnight, I guess," you said as you scratched the back of your neck.
"Yes, it is," Wanda confirmed, but neither of you moved to go.
You rocked on the ball of your feet. "You want to…?"
She nodded enthusiastically, not waiting for you to finish your sentence before she went past you directly to your room. And your bed. As soon as she was in there, she dived under the blanket and started making herself into a burrito.
"Hey! If you want to stay, you have to share!"
You came after her, climbing in bed and trying to retrieve some of the blanket. She held tight, a mischievous smile on her lips. Oh god, she was way too adorable for your own good.
"It's mine now."
"Oh, if that's how it's gonna be, then I'll just have to freeze out in the open." You pouted, and she seemed to give it a thought.
"I'll let you in if you read for me."
You opened your mouth before surprise hit you at her statement. "What?"
A shrug. Apparently she was done negotiating. It was time for you to surrender, and you got up to grab a book. "Get the lamp please," you said as you turned the main light off before sitting against your headboard. Wanda freed some of the blanket for you and she came closer, too. You opened the book and started reading, feeling her move closer and settle against you as the words flowed from the pages to Wanda through your voice.
It only took a few pages for her to completely sink into you and fall asleep. You set the book on your side table and glanced at her one last time before you turned off the light, settling in sleep in turn.
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The Fate You Fight - Pt. 4
Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader
Word Count: 4.1k
[TFYF Masterlist]
Tags: soulmate AU, telephatic link soulmate, architect!reader, jewish!Wanda, post-MoM, hurt/comfort, no proofreading
Warnings: mention of abuse, description of violence, language
Summary: You never wanted anything to do with your soulmate, but when you find her in an advanced state of distress you had to help. After that, it becomes hard to let her go.
A/n: welp, this is the last chapter. I did write huuuh the spicy part. Gonna put it in the masterlist and post it via my shadowbanned account so i stick to the nice Tumblr Policies TM
Thank you to all who read that short serie, it was fun to write honestly, even if towards the end I started losing the momentum. Now at least I know that if I don't finish my oneshot in less than 10k i will have a easier time just posting it, so that was a learning experience 🤣
Taglist: @red1culous @wandanotsosure
"I think… I will agree," Wanda said, a week after America asked her to be her Avenger chaperone. You looked up from your book as a sitcom was playing in the background for the Witch, Anath and Jamie in the kitchen having their own conversation - or at least you thought they did considering the way they would start laughing despite never saying a word.
Since then you had talked a few times about the subject, but it was always to help her make a better informed decision. Until now. You put a bookmark in your book - a treatise on south asian architecture - and put it down on the table. You crossed your legs as you straightened up to turn her way.
"Okay," you answered, an invitation for her to continue.
She mirrored your position and took one of your hands to play with it. "If she's comfortable with it… I think I should take the opportunity. This way I can– I think helping her would be an important step for me too, you know."
You nodded and without really thinking brought her hand to your lips to give it a small kiss. "I'm proud of you."
The blush that crept on her face reached the roots of her hair, sharing a very similar red tint. "Well, you know, it's… thanks to you. A lot. So. Hm. I'm proud of you too!"
You laughed at her babbling and she became even redder than her hair this time. "Thanks, Wands."
"Hey, lovebirds, food is ready," Jamie called from the kitchen, and it was your turn to blush furiously.
You mumbled something while Wanda was dying of embarrassment next to you. Jamie was very lucky that he was such a good chef.
*
For the past few days Wanda noticed that you had been incredibly busy. You were barely home, and if you told her it was for work, she could feel that there was something else but you had been closing off your telepathic link to her and it started to worry her. Did she do something wrong? Were you getting tired of her? Some of the Avengers were wondering if Wanda was going to come back live at the newly built Compound - it had been rebuilt by Pepper and was supposed to also be used as an embassy of sorts for any extraterrestrial visitors - and it made her wonder if you were getting tired of her living in your place. After all, it was a temporary arrangement. Maybe you were growing tired of sharing your bed with her? Would you have said something?
She had tried to bring the subject up with Anath and Jamie but they seemed to both be out of the loop too. It was starting to seriously make her anxious when finally one day you finally put an end to her misery.
"Wanda?" You called her from the kitchen after you put your keys down. At the time she was busy meditating - floating - in the guest room in order to not lose it at her doubt, something she learned from America, funnily enough. Her partnership with the girl was going great.
"Guest room!" She shouted from where she was.
You smiled when you saw her floating there, fondly admiring her and the red tendrils around her. Seeing her like that always made you want to jump on her to see if she would go back to the ground or float with you.
"Don't," she said before you could look for an answer. You pouted and she opened her eyes, slowly lowering herself.
"One day I'll do it and you won't be able to stop me," you threatened half-heartedly. She arched an eyebrow and tilted her head almost in a challenge. "But that's not why I'm here."
"Why are you here then?" She asked, curious, and you extended your hand to help her out of the bed.
"Well, I have a surprise." You offered her a cocky grin as she ended up standing up against you, a hand on your shoulder and the other still in yours, her red dress following the swift movement it took for her to get up.
"Is it a koala thing again?" You snorted and she crossed her arms.
"No, not this time, I promise."
"Okay, lead the way," she agreed, still narrowing her eyes at you suspiciously.
It took you a while to bring her where you wanted, having to drive there in New York's traffic. You stopped in front of a building with a scaffolding outside and opened the door with a set of keys, letting Wanda in. She looked around the building with a slight frown. The place was clearly still under construction, the cement walls still clearly visible and tools aligned close to the walls.
"Did you decide to murder me…?"
You snorted and shook your head. "No, come on." You grabbed her hand and guided her almost all the way upstairs. Once you stopped - and got your breath back - you showed her a door hole and she went through, seeing a clothed table set with two plates and two candles in the middle of it. There were also two chairs and a camping lantern on another table with a basket next to it, a bucket of ice and some champagne.
"What's all this," she asked, turning to look at you when she felt you stop next to her.
You tried to look confident, but inside you were a wreck. "Well. Today it's been a year since I found you in this building. I thought it would be a good spot for a date, you know?"
Wanda's heart picked up, and she looked at you, mouth agape. "A date?"
"Mhm. If you want it to be. Otherwise it can just be a celebration of your first step into recovery." You looked away, hand on the back of your neck as your cheeks heated up like crazy.
"I definitely want it." She said very quickly, and your eyes widened as you looked back at her, at the way her lips tugged in a big toothy smile like you'd never seen before. "To be a date, I mean. I've wanted it for a long time."
"Yeah, me too," you admitted with a small scoff. "I just was a bit of a coward. Still am honestly." You chuckled shyly at that and her eyes softened.
"It's okay." She leaned closer to you, her eyes finding yours when she steadied your gaze with a hand on your cheek. "You've been brave for me." She glanced at your lips and your breath hitched in your throat, your mouth dry. Her fingers caressed your skin and grabbed your chin to bring you closer, her breath fanning your skin. "I can be brave for you a little."
Her head tilted closer to yours, her lips barely touching yours in a heartbeat, savouring the warmth produced by this simple proximity, the softness barely brushed, before you closed the distance reverently.
You remembered reading somewhere that kissing your soulmate for the first time felt like a religious experience, but now that you were kissing Wanda, you realized how short this description fell in the face of the bliss that coursed through your veins. If you loved her before, now you could feel it grow to become a profound adoration, a bond to last for your whole life.
And you understood.
You could see all the ways she saw you, all the love she felt for you, and she could feel all of yours. It was a new perspective, a way to offer the one you loved most a glimpse of what they truly meant to you, how much they were loved, empathy in the form of love.
Not only that, you could also feel the way her body reacted to the kiss, the tingling sensation emanating from each place where your bodies touched, and it made you hungry for more. The kiss hardened quickly. You pressed Wanda closer to you and moaned when her hand pressed your bottom, an occasion she used to slide her tongue against yours. You accommodated the velvety muscle, your heart beating in your chest, your core burning in anticipation. You could feel where she wanted to go, you knew she wanted it - that much was made even clearer when her fingertips snaked under your shirt to look for the hem of your pants - but you still had to ask.
"Wands, are you–"
She didn't let you finish your sentence and instead bit your lip. "Yes, I'm sure."
*
Once all was said and done, you let go of one another and retrieved your clothes. You looked at the mess you'd done - one of the plates actually shattered on the ground and the candles fell there too - and grimaced.
"I think dinner is kind of a no-go," you commented as you finished dressing and started taking care of the mess.
Wanda looked apologetic. "Sorry, I kind of ruined it, didn't I?"
You laughed at that and shook your head, bringing her against you to kiss her again. "No, not at all. I had a wonderful moment, plus we can still eat the food and drink the champagne. I'm pretty sure it tastes the same even from the bottle."
She smiled at you, a bit shy, which was a stark contrast after what happened between the both of you.
"So what do we do?"
"Let's just get everything we can and maybe eat all of it in my room?"
She laughed at that. "Okay, but we're putting on protection for the bed. I refuse to sleep in breadcrumbs."
"Deal."
*
Protection with your girlfriend who apparently was able to accidentally create life might have been a good idea, you realized a few months later when Wanda started showing a baby bump.
"I swear, I had no idea this could happen!" She cried, panic settling over her when she realized her weight gain and late periods might have to do with the very intimate life you two were having.
"I believe you," you said simply with a sigh before you hugged her, rocking her in your arms. This was happening all so fast - too fast, actually, you thought - but you had no idea what you wanted to do. "How about we go see Strange and Wong, see if they know what's up?"
The idea to go to those two men seemed to scare her even more than the pregnancy itself.
"Bruce?" You then asked. She considered the idea and gave a small nod. She knew his thing was science, but what was science if not magic put under a microscope.
Now that this was decided, there was maybe one other thing to discuss, but you knew you weren't ready for that discussion yet. Not when the reality of your girlfriend being pregnant with a magic baby hadn't even fully sinked in yet.
You spent most of the care ride to the new Compound facility thinking about it. You were almost certain that Wanda would want to keep whatever was going to burst out of her womb. But you? You had no idea what you wanted. You didn't even want a soulmate less than two years ago, so a kid? That was on a whole other level.
When you arrived, you found Bruce in his lab, and after a few explanations, he looked between the two of you with confusion etched all across his face.
"Okay, I'm gonna be honest guys, I have no idea how this could have happened," he said. "The best I could do is tell you the genetic makeup of the kid, but other than that, I won't be of any help."
So you were back to square one. On your way back to the car, you noticed the way Wanda hid her belly behind her hands protectively. Yem, she definitely wanted to keep it.
"What about the witch from Westview?" You asked when you were back in the car.
"Agatha?"
You nodded, leaving the parking. "I mean… she might have knowledge from it. If you can reverse what you did to her."
This would be risky, but if you couldn't go see the weird wizards on the mountain, a witch was your best option.
"I probably could, but we'll need to take precautions," she agreed, and you made your way to Westview.
*
Coming back was hard for Wanda. Everywhere she looked, she could see memories of all the wrong she did, sometimes even recognizing some faces. She insisted you stop to get her a cap and some sunglasses, and you were glad you did when you saw her sink further in her seat. Finally, you parked the car in front of a suburban house like you could see everywhere in America and a brown-haired woman came out the door to look at you coming out of the car. Wanda stayed inside a little bit longer, taking a deep breath before she finally joined you.
"Wanda! How is it poppin' cupcake!" Agatha says in her Agnes role. "Finally introducing me to your soulmate?"
How she knew that was a mystery to you, but she guessed there was still a link between herself and Agatha from the spell she submitted her to.
You followed your girlfriend inside where she summoned runes on the walls to block the witch's powers. After that, she dispelled the curse on Agatha. Her expression changed slowly when she realized where her life went for the past year and a half and the hate that inhabited her took over her features.
"You."
"I'm not here to harm you, Agatha," Wanda said, very calmly considering the circumstances.
"Then what? Did you come to gloat with your new toy?" She asked, throwing a deadly stare your way. Wanda caught it and grabbed the witch's jaw in her hand to have her look at her.
"Don't ever talk about her like that again, or look at her that way, understood?"
A large smirk formed on the brunette's lips, finding Wanda's anger cute. But still, she had to play her cards right, maybe this way she would get out of this hell Wanda was putting her through. "Alright, tiger. Why don't you tell me what's brought you here?"
Wanda let go of her face and brought her hands in front of her slightly bulging belly, and Agatha looked at it, a cruel laugh on her lips when she realized what was happening.
"Oh, bunny, you're magically pregnant again? You really don't learn from your mistakes."
Thanks to your knowledge of the Westview incident, you're not surprised by her words, so you stay hovering around still, staying out of your girlfriend's way.
"I need to know how it happened."
"Well, when two mommies love each other very much," she starts and you roll your eyes. It doesn't amuse Wanda, so Agatha gets on with it. "Don't worry, it's not the same thing that happened with the Hex. It's more of a two-soulmates-with-magic developpement, hon."
You frowned. Was it as in two soulmates needed to have magic or one was enough? You decided to put the semantics to the side for now.
"How do I control it?" Wanda asked.
Agatha seemed to think about it. "I don't know, after a year and a half of being Agnes details have become a little fuzzy."
"What do you want?" Wanda asked her.
"Take a guess."
"I can't let you stay yourself," she said with a frown.
"Of course you can! Promise, I'll play nice."
This was an obvious lie, but you decided to step up. "What if we came up with some form of magic house arrest for now?" You proposed and Agatha considered it.
"That would be acceptable."
This probably meant she was already thinking about how to escape it. You looked at Wanda, sending some of your thoughts to her, including that Strange and Wong could help contain her. After a few minutes of back and forth, Wanda finally nodded.
"Alright. House arrest it is."
And with that, Agatha gave you the information you needed about the pregnancy, how it came to be and how it would likely go. You left after a few hours, Wanda clearly feeling better about the whole thing, and you feeling confused more than ever about what magic could and couldn't do. So far, the latter category seemed rather empty.
When you arrived back home, you went to take a shower, your thoughts still swirling around your mind. Wanda was safe, and the potential kid was safe, so, now the question was: were both of you truly ready to be parents, and did you even want it? You let the water wash over you despite the cloud in your head. Maybe you should talk about it to someone. You certainly should, you just had to decide who.
You came out of the bathroom linked to your room and was surprised when you felt arms come circling around you.
"Hey, detka," Wanda whispered in your ears. You could feel the concern emanating from her, the discussion she wanted to have, and you turned in her arms to face her.
"Hey love." You put your arms around her waist and she laid her head on your shoulder. "Can we…"
"We'll have to talk about it." She was right, of course. But you needed more time right now. You rubbed your nose against her neck as you nestled closer to her. "Eventually."
That addition took a weight off of your shoulders and you hugged her tighter. "Thank you."
She nodded against you. "We're in this together, Y/n."
You closed your eyes, Wanda being the one rocking you right now as your mind was a mess. Her hands were warm against your back, reassurance sipping through it. It made you feel like everything was going to be alright.
*
"Have you ever thought about being a mother?" You asked Anath who was eating across from you in the hospital food court. She almost choked on her salad at your question, while you were just pushing your food around on your plate.
"I mean. Yeah, I thought about it, but it's not my thing," Anath answered. "When Jamie and I started dating we kind of both decided we didn't want any." She shrugged, it was as simple as that. "Why? Wanda and you are having that conversation already?"
You suddenly felt like hiding. You were the one who initiated the subject, but still. You were still shy about it, you still had to force it out or you would never get anywhere.
"Not exactly, but the subject came up."
"Aaand?" Anath pressed, eating some of her food.
"And I don't know if I'm ready," was your conclusion. "I don't know if I ever will, if I'm honest."
You pushed your plate away, you were not hungry, anxiety eating away at you. "Then tell her that."
Of course nothing was ever so simple. "I think it's a bit too late for that," you muttered.
"Wait, what?" Anath frowned. "Are you pregnant?"
You looked at her, shocked. "No!"
"Is she?" You looked away with a groan. "She is! Wait. Did she cheat on you?"
"No, it's a magic accident apparently." With a sight, you started playing with your paper towel, cutting it in small squares. "And I don't know what to do. I know she'll want to keep it. But… I–" you closed your eyes. "I used to want kids, someday, but I also know… I'll never be a good mother. I'm not made for that. And that would be unfair to the kid."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm just… What if I get mad at it and scream? Or worse? What if I turn out like my dad?" And that was the whole gist of it, really, because if he turned from good soulmate to abusive asshole, it meant you could too, and you didn't know if you could take it honestly.
"Oh, Y/n…" she extended her hand to take yours. "You won't. You're kind and caring and selfless. If you decide to get there with Wanda, you'll do a great job."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I've known you for ten years, and I remember you putting yourself in danger to save my life. And then help Wanda so much." She squeezed her hand. "If you get a kid, you'll do everything for them, you'll lay your life for them. You'll be a great mom."
You looked in your friend's eyes, touched by her words. "Thanks."
"Anytime." She offered you a nice smile. "Just don't forget that I'd make a fabulous godmother."
"You're jewish, Anath," you reminded her.
She offered you a large, knowing smile before you both laughed.
*
When you came back home that night after work, you seeked out Wanda and quickly found her cooking something. Luckily so far she hadn't shown any disgust for any particular food yet. You leaned over the counter to give her a peck on the lips she returned.
"How was your day at work?" She asked casually.
"Um. Good. You know, the usual. I was actually wondering if we could… you know."
She arched an eyebrow, multiple things coming to mind right now. When you realized what she was thinking about, you laughed a bit nervously.
"No, not that, I wanted to talk. About…" you pointed at her belly. She was wearing more baggy clothes lately since you kept her condition a secret for now. Until you had the conversation you wanted to have right now.
"About me being pregnant?" You nodded. "Do you want to sit?"
The food she was cooking could probably stand a few minutes of discussion. "Yes, please?" She put a lid on the pot and walked away from it, walking with you to the couch. You sat next to each other, holding hands as you tried to find your words. Wanda was trying to keep her anxiety at bay, but it was difficult.
"It scares me," you murmured to her, and she tightened her hold on your hands. "The whole parenting thing. Because… I don't know if I'm good enough for it. For you. For them." You had given up on just calling it now, knowing they were coming anyway, so might as well get used to it.
"Y/n… I love you." It wasn't the first time she said it, but it still made your heart beat faster. "If you'll allow me, I'll do you a kindness, and I'll tell you the same thing you told me." She came closer to you and brought your forehead to hers, a hand behind your neck. "You're a good person. And you'll do good by me, and by them."
Wanda leaned closer and kissed your lips slowly. You kissed her back, absorbing all the comfort she was offering you.
"Okay. Okay…" you whispered against her lips.
"Does that mean…"
You nodded with a shy smile. "I'll probably still need to take some steps to make sure I'll be good enough, but we can start looking for names."
Wanda threw her arms around your neck to hug you and kiss you with a happy squeal. You laughed, feeling like you could cry to see her so happy. You stayed in each other's arms as happiness washed over you. When you let go of each other, you put your hands on her shoulders.
"Hey, huh… I was kind of waiting before talking to you about it but… not long after meeting you, I bought a place. The one I brought you for dinner on our first date. It's still under construction but when it's finished, maybe we could move together?"
*
"Yes, I do," she said with the biggest smile she ever had on her face.
Your marriage ceremony was small and private, only with your close friends, Strange officiating - which was odd in some ways, but no more than having magic babies, both of them now toddlers holding small baskets with petals they spread before when you walked down the aisle earlier, Clint holding Wanda's arm and Jamie yours.
Holding Wanda's hands, you approached closer, leaning for a kiss before Strange cleared his throat.
"I haven't finished." You pouted but took a small step back. "By the powers vested in me by the state of New York, I declare you wives. Now you can kiss," he directed that at you and you finally got to kiss your new wife.
You let out a yelp when she dipped you, then laughed as she kissed you some more, your friends applauding. When she brought you back up, both kids ran to you and you took one each before walking towards your congratulating friends.
Life was good, better than you ever imagined it would be now that you had Wanda and the kids.
You were happy.
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The Fate You Fight - Pt. 3
Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader
Word Count: 5.7k
[TFYF Masterlist]
Tags: soulmate AU, telephatic link soulmate, architect!reader, jewish!Wanda, post-MoM, hurt/comfort, no proofreading
Warnings: mention of abuse, description of violence, language, mention of attempted suicide
Summary: You never wanted anything to do with your soulmate, but when you find her in an advanced state of distress you had to help. After that, it becomes hard to let her go.
A/n: okay, now we've caught up with what ive written so far, and im replenished in serotonine (your comments give me so much of it you have no idea), so it should make it easier for me to finish writing this piece. Although stressing out because im getting my wisdom teeth removed soon so rip me. Anyway, love you guys, i hope you like this chapter! <3
Taglist: @red1culous @yenmaximoff (since you said you wanted more)
A few more days went by, and Wanda assured you she was fine with you going back to the office most of the day. She seemed to really be doing better now that she had people who supported her, but she seemed bored. You quickly discovered that her life before all this rarely gave her time to find a hobby outside of watching old tv shows. When with the Avengers she spent most of her time training, and before that she was a lab rat, so that wasn't fertile soil to develop interests.
Still, she made an effort to find an occupation, she started reading, tried Anath's video games, even played around with some old art supplies you bought once upon a time and never truly picked up later on. But nothing seemed to really scratch the itch.
Then one day, as Anath was home - she had inherited a week of night shift - and watching the news, a report came about an ongoing battle in the center of Manhattan where the newest members of the Avengers were fighting some terrible danger and were in a really precarious position. Wanda looked at the report in horror, then outside the window from where she could see a column of smoke rising. Before she had even time to think about it, she went to the balcony and jumped into action.
Immediately your best friend called you to inform you of what just happened, and you had to excuse yourself as you went to the closest computer near you, pushing the hands of its user to take control.
"Hey! What's wrong with you Y/ln?"
"Shut up, Dave."
You pulled up a live news feed and looked as your soulmate just arrived on the fight scene just in time to save the new Black Widow and Hawkeye from being crushed by debris. She then flew to the danger and what looked like a very violent battle started while the news anchor commented on the witch's return.
You had a bad feeling about this.
At least the fight didn't last since Wanda took care of the threat in a few minutes, top, before taking off into the unknown. You bolted from the office, trying to get a hold of Wanda's phone, unsuccessfully.
Shit.
Was she going to be okay? She hadn't used her powers in a while, and after the Sokovia Accords she kept a low profile since she was a fugitive. Her appearing out of nowhere like that was bound to bring some unwanted attention.
That was bad.
Finally, she answered her phone.
"Wanda, where are you?"
"The outskirt of the city. I didn't want to go back to your place and risk bringing attention there." That was actually smart.
"Okay, ping me your location, I'm picking you up. In the meantime, stay hidden."
She did what you asked for, and after a while she was climbing in your car. Immediately she noticed how white your knuckles were on the wheel.
"Y/n…"
"Not now." Your voice was strained and dry, trying to hide any form of emotions.
Wanda recoiled in her seat while your eyes stayed glued on the road. The way home was quick but heavy with what you left unsaid, but what worried her even more was the lack of your voice in her head. Were you truly not thinking anything, or did you cut her off? She had no way to tell, so when you closed the door behind you she turned to face you, eyes already filling with tears. But before she could say anything, you crashed into her in a crushing hug.
"I was so scared, Wanda, so scared." You plunged your face in the crook of her neck, taking deep breaths. She smelled like sweat and smoke after her fight.
"I'm okay Y/n, I'm good," she reassured you as she finally laced her arms around you, rubbing your back in slow circles. "I don't even have a scratch, I swear."
You actually took the time to examine her, backing away, your eyes roaming her in search of any visible wound. You nodded. Good. That was good. Still, you brought her in your arms again. You wanted to feel her against you, solid, there. When you finally let your arms slide off of her she took your hands in hers, her fingers still black at the tip but slowly going back to normal with time, and squeezed them gently.
"You feeling better?" She asked and you nodded.
Everything was good. There was just a question burning on your tongue but you had no idea if you should ask it. It was none of your business, you thought. On the other hand…
"Are you going to get back into superheroing?" You asked in a worried whisper.
Her eyebrows furrowed at the question as if she didn't think about it. And she didn't. "I don't know," she answered in a confused tone, because she truly had no idea. "I… I acted on instinct. They were kids. I had to do something."
You thought about it, pinching your lips before you nodded. "Okay."
"You're not mad?" She tilted her head at that, some more confusion etched on her face.
"No, no, I'm not mad. I–" you stammered and looked up at the ceiling as you looked for your words. "I was worried, but also… you're a kickass hero, and I kind of told you to do good. And if for you it means going out there and fighting, so be it."
"O-okay, that's… I'm… I don't know yet if–" she breathed out shakily. "I don't know if I will do that too often."
"That's good, I mean, fine, you know. Do that as often as you want," you rambled a bit and she laughed, and you did too. "God, you were so cool out there!"
You laced your fingers with hers and leaned forward so your foreheads touched.
"It felt good to help again."
"Okay, how about celebratory take out? Chinese?"
She rolled her eyes and shook her head when another voice sounded from the living room.
"I'm open to chinese."
Anath smirked at you and you blushed. You had completely forgotten she was here, and apparently Wanda had too since she was getting almost as red as her hair.
Your best friend laughed, and you took your phone out to get the food.
*
"Sooo, Y/n," Anath started and you could see she wanted something.
You raised your eyebrows. "Yes, Anath?"
"Wanda hasn't been using the guest room for a while." Where the hell was she going with this? "And my dad is coming to town for a conference soon."
Ah, that's where she was going. "And you want him to stay here."
She nodded sheepishly.
"I'll talk to her about it." You didn't even know what you were supposed to talk about exactly. You narrowed your eyes at Anath. "When is he coming?"
"In two days."
You drank your coffee. You were not looking forward to having that conversation.
*
"Sooo, Wanda," you started in a very similar way as Anath did earlier. Wanda frowned and let you continue while she steered the food in the pot.
"Anath's dad will be in town, and she'd like him to stay here. And you know. You've been sleeping with me. I mean, in my room, I mean, you know." You were feeling so flustered, it was getting ridiculous. Lately you had found yourself more nervous than usual around Wanda, your heart beating in your chest stronger than ever.
"Are you asking me to move in your room?" She was now arching an eyebrow and you felt dumb with your sweaty palms.
"It's just temporary, then–"
"Okay." Your eyes widened. "I'll move to your room."
"Oh, good. Huh. Temporarily?"
"If you want it to be."
You looked to the side, a hand on the back of your neck. "Let's try it out before we make any big decision."
It doesn't have to mean anything, after all. You would be fine, right? You were not at all developing a giant crush on Wanda after all, mhm, nope, never.
*
Two days later, you had emptied a few of your drawers for Wanda to fully move in your room for the week to come. It felt oddly natural to have her take up more of your personal space, but it also left you feeling uneasy, trapped by an all knowing universe, and it bothered you deeply. But as usual, you repressed your emotions as deeply as possible so you wouldn't have to think about it. So when Anath's dad, Ephraim, finally arrived, everything was ready.
As usual you spent a good five minutes listening to them exchange in Hebrew from the kitchen, not understanding anything until a translation seemed to pop in your head in Wanda's voice. That made you frown pretty deeply and you glanced at her as she seemed to follow the conversation along as she snacked on cashews - yours, by the way, apparently now she was okay with just stealing your food. Finally the man came to say hello to the both of you and was pleasantly surprised to hear Wanda speak Hebrew to him.
Anath threw a questioning look your way and you just shrugged. You had no idea she spoke the language or if she had any religious affiliation to begin with.
The rest of the day flew by, and you actually learned that Wanda was jewish, which, good for her. You already knew a bit from Anath but never truly took the time to study the matter that much. She admitted she didn't practice anymore, but she still received an invitation to join Anath's family during important holidays - along with the one you received every time one of them came around. You had a feeling this time you might actually take it if Wanda's thoughts were anything to go by.
The next morning as you were taking breakfast with everyone, a golden magic portal opened in your living room and Wanda immediately jumped on her feet when Dr. Strange and Wong came through. This was bad, you could tell, so you stood up too.
"Do you often have wizards coming through portals here nowadays?" Ephraim asked in a whisper towards his daughter and child-in-law.
"It's honestly starting to feel like a Tuesday," Jamie answered, Anath simply tilting her head, unable to deny it.
"Strange, what are you doing here?" A very nervous Wanda challenged, hands at the ready to use her magic.
"I could ask you the same question, Wanda. More so I should ask you the same question. I thought you died at the top of Wundagore," Strange answered, while Wong behind him was also assuming a fighting stance, just in case.
"I think I want that weird man to answer first," Anath piped up, drawing attention to her.
"I'm sorry, who, who are you?" He asked, looking at her.
"Dr. Anath Weiss. This is my apartment."
"Mine too," you added, while Jamie mumbled it and raised their hand to say they were an inhabitant too. Strange looked at the older man in the room.
"I'm just visiting, don't mind me."
He actually had a better look at him. "Are you Dr. Ephraim Weiss? You're the current director at UC San Diego Health, aren't you?"
"Oh, Dr. Stephen Strange! You used to be a prick."
This made Jamie spit out food everywhere on the table. Wong behind him seemed conflicted. He wanted to say something, but seemed to agree to a certain degree.
"Well, I'm not here to be disrespected, so, Wanda. Come with me."
You could hear a lithanie of 'no's coming from her mind and her eyes started to turn red. That was your cue to step in, so you did, taking a step to move in front of Wanda, between her and Strange.
"I'm sorry buddy, but she's not going anywhere."
He rolled his eyes, this was getting old. "And who are you?"
"Y/n Y/ln. I'm her soulmate."
He blinked at that, looking between the both of you. "But I thought–" he started, confusion all over his features, but it was quite clear what he thought for Wanda.
"You thought it was Vision."
Wait, what? Vision as in… The Vision? Hiding what you felt right now was hard, but you managed well enough since the wizards didn't seem to notice. Wanda shook her head.
"It was complicated," she said, and boy, it sounded like that. Maybe it was time to ask her some questions.
"Alright, so I take it you won't…" Strange had a look towards you, then your friends. "How about we talk about all this at Kamar-Taj?" He opened a new portal to the temple.
Wanda came closer to you and you extended your hand behind you to grab hers.
"I just want to talk," Strange assured her, "and why don't you bring Y/n with you? As a sign of good faith."
You gave Wanda an interrogating look, and after a few seconds of impossible to grab thoughts, she finally nodded. "We'll come."
He stepped aside to allow you passage and you walked in the portal with Wanda. Wong came next, and then Strange. The three left in the kitchen looked at the golden ring which disappeared.
"Your place is very lively," Ephraim commented.
Anath drank her coffee, not answering to that. She liked it like that.
As you entered Kamar-Taj, you looked around at everything. There must have been a tornado going through recently with all the damages you could see around here.
"Where are we?" You reached to Wanda in your thoughts - it was the first time you were trying something like that - and she quickly answered, giving you the rundown on Kamar-Taj. Then she added the smallest details at the end.
"All the destruction is my fault."
That was a frown worthy moment, and you felt like you really needed a catch up. When you glanced at Wanda, she was looking down in shame, a slight tremble on her lips. You squeezed her hand reasuringly while you were led to a room. There you side down across Strange and Wong.
"So, let's start with the beginning. What happened after Wundagore."
No playing around with Strange. Wanda decided to simply comply and answer so it would be over faster.
"I survived, I wandered around and arrived in New York. I don't really remember how."
"Alright, then what?"
"I just…" she looked away. "I stayed around. I didn't know what to do. I really thought Wundagore would kill me."
"We thought so too."
Listening to that was painful, but that last part made you tic. "Wait a second," you intervened. "What's Wundagore?"
"It's the place of origin of an ancient powerful book of magic, one that corrupt people and that Wanda had in her possession until recently," Wong answered before Strange would keep him from doing so.
"Is that why…" you wiggled your fingers under the very annoyed look of Strange that you interrupted his interrogation.
"Can we keep going?"
"No, we can't." You snapped at him, your voice starting to fill with anger.
"What?"
You leaned forward and even if you had no power, no magic, no training to look even remotely menacing, the man still felt threatened somehow.
"You knew what she was attempting to do, destroy an ancient site of corrupting magic," a look at Wong and he nodded to confirm it, "and that she would supposedly die from it, which was clearly her goal from what I'm hearing, and you let her do it? Suicide by heroism? What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
Your voice went up and up with anger as you talked and everyone in the room looked at you like two new heads grew on you.
"Well, there was the whole Westview incident, and she just had killed a few people. And then tried to kill a kid," Strange explained, not liking the tone you were employing with him. "And the Darkhold is not really something you come back from."
"You kind of did," Wong pointed out.
"Yes, because it got destroyed."
You looked at the two men in front of you. "Weren't you supposed to be friend at some point? Or at least on the same team with the whole Avengers thing?"
"We weren't exactly– Yes, we collaborated."
"And you didn't stop five seconds to– to just–"
"We tried to give her an out. She was never coerced into attacking that kid, or into attacking here."
"You just fucking said that the magic book corrupted her! That the only reason you're okay is because she destroyed it! You got fucking lucky, because she managed to break the hold! AFTER IT CORRUPTED HER!" You stood up at that, already halfway there since you kept straightening from anger at each of your words. You couldn't take anymore. Wanda looked at your extended hand. "We're leaving. Do your magic thing so we can go home."
The blackened fingers found yours and pulled the witch up. Strange tried to keep you from going by standing in your face. At this point all you could hear was your blood pumping in your temples and before you knew it you punched him.
"Fuck!" That hurted more than you thought it would. Wong decided it was time to take the wheel and opened a portal for you.
"We will visit you again once you've calmed down," he still let you know and you sent him a deatly glare. "Not as enemies."
Once you went through the portal it closed behind you and the others - who were finishing breakfast - looked at you. Wanda bolted for the freezer and took out a pack of peas.
"Shit, what happened," Anath asked looking at you. It was the first time she saw you so mad.
"She punched Strange," Wanda answered and came back to you - you had collapsed on the couch - to press the peas to your hand through a hand towel.
"Good," Ephraim said under the disapproving glance of his daughter who was getting up and approaching you to examine your hand. "What? It's true."
"What did he do?" Your best friend asked, and you glanced at Wanda. She looked scared that you were going to say anything.
"He was just being a dick," you dismissed and as usual, Anath respected your boundaries, Wanda able to breath again.
She looked at your hand that was already bruising. "The last time you picked a fight was warranted, so I won't say anything. Plus your hand is fine, so, no worries. Just keep icing it for now."
You nodded and your friend assembled her side of the family to go out while Wanda stayed next to you, worry in her eyes. Gears seemed to turn in her mind about what just happened, so you were hardly surprised when she finally talked about the whole ordeal that happened.
"You know, they're right. I was beyond redemption at the time…" she looked at her own hands.
"Come on Wands, that's ridiculous. Look how far you've come."
"I tried to kill a teenager, Y/n." Her eyes full of tears found yours. "I wanted to steal her powers for selfish reasons, and for that I killed countless people. And the worse is that I didn't care."
"That wasn't you, that was the– the Darkhold." That was the name of the thing, you thought.
"No. It's not just that… I–" she blinked a few tears away, looking up at the other end of the room. It was time for you to know everything.
*
It took so long for her to tell you everything, from Vision's death to Westview and finally to the dreamwalking and Wundagore. You listened, never saying anything. There was nothing for you to tell anyway, it wasn't your story. From time to time you would give her a squeeze of the hand to help her continue, until finally she reached the final chord. It was all a lot to digest. By the end of it your legs were crossed on the couch and the peas were on the coffee table.
You needed some time to think but you could feel Wanda's expectant gaze shifting continuously between you and her hands, so you still wanted to say something.
"I can't find it in me to blame you, Wanda," you finally said. You refused to absolve her, but you couldn't condemn her either.
"You should. I told you I was a monster."
"You're not. You're only human." That seemed to get her attention for good, her eyes hungry for more explanations. "If I, if anyone, really, had your powers? And if I were in your situation? I'm not sure I would… I'm certain I wouldn't have done better. From Westview to Wundagore."
The red rim of her eyes shined with tears that should have already dried after she told you her story. "I'm destined to destroy the world, Y/n."
"Screw destiny!"
Your sudden fire made her jump. In all this story she gave you, you finally realized how much destiny, fate, whatever you wanted to call it, counted on you never being there for Wanda. Because of course someone who was left alone would want to destroy the world, would want for all of it to end even if it meant taking everyone else with them. And that gave you a real choice, and her too. You would fight so she could have it.
"I mean, fuck, you can't condemn someone because you think that one day they might do a bad thing. No, you help them, until they get better, and until you know they're not a risk anymore. You don't let them try and commit suicide." Your voice became weak under the heavy weight of your words. "People should have helped you."
"I didn't want their help."
"They should have still tried." I should have tried, you thought bitterly. But it was too late to change that now. "I want to try." That was the best you could offer, because you truly believed Wanda was good, that what happened was a fluke. And you also believed she had to make amends, do better.
"I'm not worth it."
Gently, you took both of her hands between yours. "I choose to believe you are."
She looked at your linked hands, and at the way your eyes were burning with so much hope and trust. Trust in her despite everything she did and everything she could still do. It was something she missed, that feeling that someone had her back no matter what. It was something you chose for yourself too. You chose to be there for her, and that alone made it all so much easier.
"How will I ever be able to thank you for everything?"
A warm smile spreaded on your face, a love - not romantic, not yet - evident in your eyes.
"Get better."
*
And she did. A few weeks went by, during which she came into contact with various people - the most notable being Clint Barton since he knew better than anyone else in the old team how she felt after everything she did, and she started seeing a therapist - one from Kamar-Taj who renounced her old life but agreed to use her knowledge for this very specific case. It helped ease Strange and Wong too, and even if they kept checking on Wanda, it was more in the spirit of making sure she was okay than real surveillance.
Jamie made good on his idea and every week they would select a special dish to cook for Wanda - sometimes with her too. She went ahead and helped the new Avengers from time to time when Clint was busy with his family, and you had the occasion to meet a few of them when they needed patching up and Anath was home. Your place was quickly becoming a secondary med bay for them, and you had to remind them that it was still your place of living, so from time to time they would bring food and drinks and impose a game night.
The friendship between you and Wanda grew, and so did your crush, but you were still hesitant to act on it despite your best friend's sporadic remarks that she clearly liked you too.
"It's not the problem, An'," you told her one day. "It's that I'm not sure if she's ready for a relationship. Hell! I'm not sure if I'm ready."
"Sounds to me like you're just avoiding your feelings."
"Which kind of proves my point, doesn't it? If I were ready for a relationship, I wouldn't feel the need to avoid my feelings." Anath sent you a weary look.
"Why are you like this?"
"Years of unresolved trauma," you answered as you picked up a bag of potatoes to throw in your shopping cart. "And I just… I don't want to rush. Plus it's not because we're soulmates that we have to be together that way."
"But you want to."
You did. Sometimes it would keep you up at night, and you'd have to stay in the living room until she fell asleep so that you wouldn't keep her awake by admiring her - yes, it happened often enough that it became a problem.
"That's irrelevant. She had a husband and kids that she lost inside a month of time. I can't just spring my feelings on her like that."
Anath sighed and gave up. She knew that even if you were now more open to the soulmate subject, your situation was still hard to deal with. If anything were to ever happen, it probably would come in time. You were certainly in no hurry.
*
"So, anything new with Y/n? Maybe a date or two?" Clint asked while he was checking the breakfast aisle with Wanda. She acted like she didn't hear the question, but the blush on her face showed otherwise. Sometimes even just thinking about you would elicit very strong reactions from - and within - her. "Come on kid, it's obvious."
"Well. No, nothing happened. We're just friends." A very sad truth if there ever was one. You had a few 'moments' where there had been a spark, where eyes fleetingly found the other's lips, but neither of you ever acted on it. It was always a bit awkward after with the tension in the air, but it was all but forgotten the next morning when you would wake up in each other's arms. Which might also be something you needed to discuss, because for all accounts and purposes, you were a couple in a lot of aspects of your life. "I don't think she wants more."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because if she did, she had plenty of occasions to show me. Or tell me." She picked up a box of cereals - Kate's favourites - and put it in her cart.
"Have you thought that maybe she's trying to give you space and time?" Clint pointed out in all his wisdom.
"What if I don't want space and time?" She walked over to the next aisle. "What if I want more?"
"Well, then you'll have to tell her." He put some boxed mac&cheese in the cart for Yelena - Jamie hated it. "I know she can literally read your mind, but maybe she has a reason not to act on it."
"What would that be?"
So many answers came to Clint's mind, but he decided to keep most of them for himself and instead impart some wisdom. "What you want is not always what you need, and maybe she thinks that even if you both want each other, you both need to take some time before you rush into anything."
Wanda considered his words. He was probably right, you had always been very attuned to what she needed. She actually talked about it with Therese - her therapist - and pointed out pretty much the same thing as Clint did. You both had heavy trauma, and rushing might cause more damages than anything else. It could cause one of you to panic, or trigger unexpected trauma.
"I don't like it, but I see your point," she said in a careful tone. Clint smiled at her proudly - he could see how far she'd come, all her progress, even if she still had a long way to go.
"I'm glad you do." He looked over her shoulder at something on the other side of the store. "Now I suggest we go, I think Yelena just broke something."
Wanda turned around only to see the assassin and Kate trying to hide their latest catastrophe.
*
Days went by, then weeks and months, and the more time went by, the harder it was to resist your feelings and the way Wanda would look at you, full of hope. It was one you gave her, that now had grown to be her own. It wasn't just hope to be with you, to find a shoulder to cry on so she would feel better, it was all she aspired to do in the future, with or without you by her side. And it was beautiful, but you still wondered if you could do it.
"Wanda!" You heard someone call as you were walking with her towards the portal Wong made - you had taken a habit to take tea with him while Wanda had her therapy session after you helped with Kamar-Taj rebuilding. You turned around to see a young woman with a jean jacket. Wanda recoiled against you, a panic you hadn't seen in her eyes in a while taking over her.
She's right here, everyone trusts you, Wanda, it would be so easy to just take it. Take it. Take it.
The life she dreamed of with her boys had lost some of its appeal to her - maybe because of how heavily she associated it with Vision -, but from time to time, she still heard that voice inside of her, still saw their faces, and heard their voices calling for her. But she kept fighting it, saw it for what it was now, grief appropriated by an evil she was still fighting. Nowadays, her fingers barely showed any signs of the corruption she went through, but she still felt its effects in those moments.
The young woman - America, you guessed - stopped in front of you both, so you took Wanda's hand in order to reassure her.
"I'm joining the Avengers!" She exclaimed excitedly.
"Are they running out of recruits? Between you and Kamala, you're gonna bring the age demographic through the ground," you commented. You loved Kamala, but she was way too young to fight crime. And from what you saw, America was too.
"Well, I'm not joining-joining, but I'll be helping during minor crisis! And if I'm supervised by a senior Avenger, sooooo…" her eyes fell on Wanda once again. "What do you say? Want to team up?"
"I– I'll have to think about it," she answered, her voice wavering.
"Sure! Oh and don't worry about the whole trying to kill me for my powers thing. I talked with Strange and Wong, and they say you're cool now! And I trust them, so, I trust you too!"
That made you wince, and a quick look at Wanda told you all you needed to know without even hearing her thoughts.
"Anyway, gotta bolt, see you soon!"
And with that she left as fast as she came. Wanda and you finally went through the portal and soon enough you were home alone. You turned to look at her, make sure she was okay, but as you did, you could see that she was anything but. Slowly you guided her to the couch and sat her down, doing the same with one leg under you so you could face her.
"Wands…?"
"I– I can't, Y/n," she murmured when she finally dared to glance at you.
"That's okay, you don't have to accept."
"I don't even understand– why would she ask me? I tried to kill her."
You thought about it. "Maybe she feels like your set of powers make you the best candidate," you shrugged. That was the only explanation you could conjure up. If Strange were here, maybe he would suggest that it had to do with the both of you reminding her of her mothers. "I don't think it really matters why, just that she asked and whether or not you feel up to it."
"Do you think I should do it?" She asked you. She would do it on occasion, ask your opinion on matters she had a hard time resolving. She liked that your perspective was usually more global than her, as you would look at the problem from a more distant eye.
You blew up your cheek before you let out a deep sigh. "I mean… you're an exceptional witch, and maybe spending time with the girl might actually help you heal from what happened with her."
Wanda clearly still felt guilty about it, as she should, but if America was ready to forgive her and even work with her, then maybe it was a good occasion to show that she truly changed.
She followed your train of thoughts and nodded. "That's a good point…"
"But you still need time to think about it." That made sense, it's not like it was a small decision to take. She nodded in answer.
"When she approached us, I… there was this voice in me–" she started, and you knew what she was talking about. She had revealed to you at some point how sometimes she would feel tempted, how she wanted to use her powers to make the universe bend to her will, and how hard it was to do so. The first time she told you, she cried so much about it. To her it was proof she was a bad person, but to you it just showed how much of a fighter she was.
"That voice isn't you, you know it," you said as you wrapped yourself around her and she sank into you.
She never answered your statement, but she didn't need to. You could hear her loud and clear, fighting her doubts with your words.
"Why don't we watch something so you can clear your mind a bit, and we can talk about it again tomorrow morning?" You offered.
She nodded and you took a better position on the couch, allowing her to lean against your front, and you put on her favourite show.
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