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Sutton Foster sings “Left Behind” from Spring Awakening at the New York City Center’s Off-Center Jamboree on July 16, 2016

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1/3 Solos -> Left Behind, Spring Awakening

All things he ever lived are left behind, all fears that ever flickered through his mind, all the sadness that he’d come to own.

I'm finally back and I'm reading a book that makes me want the world to end.

Join me now on twitch to watch me suffer through Left Behind

Come join me on twitch for some more Left Behind!

It's a terrible book and watching me suffer is fun!

I'm still sick.

But apparently I feel the need to torture myself, so I will be reading Left Behind on twitch tonight. Who knows? Maybe a good sporking will help me feel better.

Please join me. I need emotional support.

Now I'm not saying that the infected are homophobic. However, they did get in the way of two little lesbians having a good time and being together.

Has this been done yet ? I hope not.

my life’s literally falling apart

i’m giving up on everything and everyone, i’m isolating myself and barely answering the few dms i get, i spend my time avoiding my ‘friends’, my crush still ignores me in the hallways, my coping mechanisms stopped working and my autodestructive behaviors are back

the only kind thing i received in days is a text from my crush cheering me up

idk how to describe the life i’m ‘living’ but i definitely didn’t sign up for this

just logged out of instagram and i told people i was feeling out of place, i'm always left behind

and i know i'm gonna receive a lot of dms like 'hey you know i'm here for you' and all and i know they mean it but i don't need fake people that show up when i tell them i'm giving up, i need real people that can see i'm just falling apart and all i need is some real and honest company, a word, a smile, a look, anything

sooo my friends have been making plans right in front of me and not including me for a while and they keep talking about it all the time when i’m around and the whole crew is invited except me

so far they planned holidays and movie nights, some in a few days, some in a few weeks

and i know i sound kinda angry or jealous or anything but honestly i just feel worthless and it hurts to see i’m not wanted and it’s just proving me right, i’m not important and they’re better without me

This is both madness and beauty combined into one and I fuckin love it so much.

Left Behind - Final Chapter - As the World Cave In

Gif was made by @abimess

Summary: The one where you lived in the apartment under the Maximoff family in Sokovia, or, your journey as a Sokovian civilian to Avenger.

Series Warnings: (+16) Violence, fighting, cursing, civil war environments, abuse of power, assault, torture, underage kissing, psychological torture, substance use, mention of assault/fighting of children, smut, kissing, teasing, insinuation of sexual and moral harassment, verbal offenses.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader || platonic bucky barnes x reader, mentor!natastha romanoff and mentor!steve rogers, bruce banner x reader (friendship), pietro maximoff x reader (friendship).

Words: 5.958 K

A/N> This series finally comes to an end. My only warning for this chapter is that I was on crack if you hate it you can pretend the previous one is the real ending.

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Chapter 11 - As The World Cave In

Wake up.

Murmuring softly, you turn your body in bed.

"Baby, wake up, we're going to be late." You hear the whisper, but all you do is bury your face deeper into the pillow, muttering under your breath. "Come on baby, it's your brother's birthday."

"Five minutes." You ask, your voice muffled against the mattress. Your wife laughs, her hand reaching your waist and her fingers running up your back.

You smile when you feel the caress, even if you are asleep, your body responds to touches with light shivers. And she knows it.

"Wake up babe." She asks again, this time moving closer to place several kisses against your face, but you don't give in. When her hands go down to your waist, and she starts tickling you, you laugh trying to block her hands.

You move you around the bed quickly, standing on top and sitting on her belly, your hands pin her wrists to both sides of her head.

Wanda smiles with her cheeks reddened.

"That wasn't fair." You warn with false annoyance, and your wife just stares at you with bright eyes, briefly resisting the position before relaxing completely.

"But it woke you up." She teases, making you roll your eyes in amusement.

"Actually I'm still sleeping." You joke with a mischievous smile, approaching your face and noticing her holding her breath in anticipation. You dodge your way to kiss her cheek, and Wanda grumbles under her breath. Your kisses run down her jaw, too chaste and fast in her opinion. When you kiss the skin of her collarbone, she sighs and you smile, pulling away to look at her. "Sorry, weren't you the one who said we were going to be late?" You tease and Wanda giggles before lifting her face towards your, pressing your lips together.

You smile against her lips, there was no point in resisting it.

You two share a soft kiss, and you melt. She takes advantage of the loosened grip on her wrists to get on top in a quick move, fitting against your legs and you sigh in surprise at the sudden movement, but you don't have time to react because she's kissing you again, with greater intensity this time.

When your body starts to heat up, Wanda's mouth on your neck, you try to push the wave of lust and mutter between your unbalanced breathing "Wanda, the kids..." in a warning tone, but Wanda smiles against your skin , her face rising to the level of your ear.

"We better be quiet then." Her hot, wet whisper makes your body shiver and you sigh, surrendering.

But suddenly you hesitate.

Something is wrong.

Wanda knows exactly where to touch you. As if you've already done this a thousand times, and she knew it by heart. Something in the back of your mind is screaming wondering how could she know that if you only did it once? There’s a ghost of a memory. A flash of giggles and experimental touches, a shy Wanda learning where to touch, asking between her breath where would you like her to kiss, how she was your first.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

But the memory and the hesitation vanishes the next second, and you're getting lost in her lips and her touch, soft moans escaping your mouth as you push the doubt away.

When you two reach your highness, you against her fingertips and her against your tight, she whimper your name against your ear, your hands entwined on hers in the sheets.

And as you two try to normalize your breathing, you hear noises in the kitchen, and you exchange giggles.

"Someone else is awake." She mumbles against your cheek, moving her face away next. She kisses your mouth before pulling away completely. "I'll make us breakfast. Don't go back to sleep."

You just chuckle softly, missing her warmth as you stay in bed.

When Wanda leaves the room, you sigh before sitting up in bed, stretching.

Your gaze wanders around the room.

Home.

There are pictures on the walls, and on the shelves. Photographs of a lifetime. A shiver runs through your body. You sigh lightly, pushing away the discomfort. It's just the cold. Sokovia is cold in the fall.

You walk out of the room with lazy steps, and when you reach the kitchen, someone is jumping on you.

“Good morning, mommy!” Greets the little four-year-old boy, smiling, two teeth missing in the front. You smile as you pick him up.

"Good morning, Billy." You say as you carry him towards the table. Wanda looks at you from the counter, gives you a wink before turning her attention back to the pancakes she has started to make. "Did you sleep well, sweetheart?"

"Yes, I dreamed about Tommy. We were astronauts!" He tells with a smile, making you let out an understatement noise as you sit down. You pull away only to kiss the other child sitting at the table on the cheek, who smiles before turning back to the video game.

"Tommy, what did I say about games at the table?" You say in a warning tone, and the boy sighs before turning off the phone.

"Sorry, Mom." He asks while putting it away. You mess his hair before walking to the kitchen counter.

When you turn around however, you stop. You can see, through the kitchen door, a man sitting on the porch with his back to you.

"What is the problem, sweetheart?" Wanda asks and you look at her before looking back at the door.

"There's someone out there."

"Maybe it's the milkman, he's late." She says casually, serving the pancakes on a plate.

You feel weird. There is a little pressure behind your eyes. You look at your family for a second.

"I'll be right back." You let them know before walking to the door. When you touch the doorknob, Wanda's hand is on your forearm, and you blink in surprise. How did she move so fast?

"I'm just going outside, sweetheart." You say with a smile. There's something in Wanda's eyes that makes you consider not leaving. She doesn't smile back.

"You're not coming back, are you?" she asks and you frown, watching the tears form in her eyes.

"What?"

But the moment ends at the same speed as it begins. She gives a short laugh, wiping away her tears and the same soft energy comes back to her.

"Bring the milk and the newspaper please, love." She says before moving away, going back to the counter and grabbing the pancakes. She sits down at the table and serves the children next, as if nothing has happened.

You blink in confusion and look at them one last time before opening the door and walking out.

The man doesn't turn around and you clear your throat.

"Sorry, can I help with something?"

The man turns his face to you. You never met him.

"Good morning, Y/N." He says politely. "Quite a place you set up here."

“Sorry?”

“I admit I expected Vormir, but this is good too.”

You frown in confusion, but then cross your arms.

"Look, sir, I think it is best if you leave."

He turns his head front, looking at the landscape. You're ready to tell him to leave again when he gets up, and you take a defensive step back.

"Would you like to take a walk with me?" He asks as he looks at you again.

"I don't know you. And I think you should go."

"Can you take a walk?" He asks with a mixture of curiosity and impressionism. "How far are you able to go?"

"Please, sir, leave."

"Honey?" Wanda asks from the door, and you startle, turning to look at her. "Who are you talking to?"

You notice her confused and curious look as she looks around. You frown.

“I’m…”

“She won't talk to me, miss." The man calmly warns. “But I admit that even this is almost completely faithful.”

"What?"

"Almost." He comments with a smile. "If I'm not mistaken, Miss Maximoff has brown hair."

Only now do you become aware of the fact that Wanda at the door has long red hair.

Wake up. Wake up.

You sigh lightly, lifting your hands to your wife's shoulders.

"Honey, come back inside, alright?" You ask without understanding because you feel despair growing in your chest. "I'll be going for a walk"

"Don't be long, or we'll be late for your brother's party." She says tenderly. "You know your dad hates it when you're late for things."

Wanda kisses your cheek before stepping back inside.

Something is wrong, but you don't know what it is.

"You're coming with me, then?" The man asks as soon as you turn to him again.

"Who are you? What do you want here?" you ask impatiently and frightened.

"I came for you, of course." He clarifies. "And my name is Yao."

“Well, mister Yao.” You starts. “I’m not going anywhere with you because I don’t know you and I think you should leave my property.”

"Oh yes, we haven't met yet." He comments thoughtfully. “But don’t worry, we will soon enough.”

"Please leave."

“Don’t worry, we got time.” He says as he turns his back to you again, leaving the porch and stepping in the grass. “Let’s start with the beginning.”

He's walking away, and you want to go back inside, but something is begging you to follow him, so that's what you do.

Yao takes a deep breath before speaking again, his gaze on the landscape.

"You were very hard to find, miss." He counts. "I was about to give up."

"Why were you looking for me?"

"Because of what you did before you disappeared." He responds by looking at you for a moment before he stops walking. You fold your arms and stare at the landscape too. Kilometers and kilometers of plantations and mountains. A funny thought occurs to you and you giggle, which catches the eye of man, who raises his eyebrow in curiosity.

You roll your eyes slightly.

"It's just that I thought something ironic." You comment and he turns to face you. "Wanda said we are going to visit my brother, but there is no road. I just thought it would be difficult to drive on the grass."

Yao has a small smile at the corner of his lips, and you swallow hard, realizing that this really was weird.

And then you look around.

Your home is a cabin in the middle of the mountains. No road, no car, no nearby civilization. With nothing visible but grass and rocks. Even if you try to squint your eyes, everything gets a little blurry further away. The shivers you felt earlier were back.

"Where am I?" You ask confused. Yao turns the body towards you.

"I need you to stay calm."

"No, I'm serious." You counter starting to despair. "Where am I? Why there’s no road? Or Car? How are we leaving without a car?”

"Please miss.”

Then you understand.

“I’m not going anywhere am I?”

Yao sighs, and shakes his head in denial. You step back.

"You never do." He counts. "I think the limit is the front-yard."

"What the hell are you talking about?" You rage with tears in your eyes. "Where am I?"

"Well this is more complicated." He retorts seriously, but his eyes are tender. "Your physical body is on a stretcher in the Infirmary of Avengers's Compound, in New York City, in the year of 2015."

"I-I'm..."

Yao steps forward, raising his hands to your chest height as if trying to calm you down.

"But your spirit form, what you are right now, is in between." He says it as if the words make any sense to you.

"I don't…I don't understand."

"It will be easier if you remember how you got here." Yao says with a pleading expression. You shake your head slightly. "Try. Try to think where you were before you woke up this morning."

You look at him in confusion.

Suddenly, you remember.

Your conscience stumbling in nothingness, trying to grab onto something. You thought someone was calling you, that you should come back. But come back to where?

Home. You thought. Home was where you should be. Home was where the soft female whisper was telling you to go.

And so everything was forming around you and when your knees gave up, you felt in a bed.

You gasped in surprise, starting to freak out.

"Where... Where am I?" You whimpered looking around. None of this makes sense. "I just…I just remember this... emptiness. I was so sad. Sad and weak."

"Why were you sad?"

"I..." You tried. Yao waited anxiously and you gasped. "Pietro died."

You put your hand on your chest, trying to normalize your breathing as all your memories came back at once. Yao just looked at you.

“He died!” You cried. “He died in my arms. I… tried to save him. I did. What happened to him? Please, sir, tell me I saved him.”

You begged between sobs, Yao sighed.

"You did." His words brought an immediate rush of relief, but he didn't look happy. "That's why I'm here."

You took a deep breath, trying to stop crying and waiting for Yao to explain.

"Bringing someone back to life causes instability in the timeline." He says turning to you. "And it's my job to protect and ensure that doesn't happen."

"Are you here to punish me then?" You ask unsure. "I'll pay what you need, just let Pietro live."

Yao raises his eyebrow, impressed.

“I’m not.” He says. "I'm here to study you actually."

"Study me... what?" You ask confused.

"The variant you created in the timeline disappeared the next minute after it appeared." He says next. "I went to the Avengers right away when I noticed the change, but by the time I got there, there was nothing else to fix. Pietro was alive, and you were in a coma. And the timeline is intact."

"Am I in a coma?" You ask in surprise but Yao ignores you and continues talking.

"Pietro Maximoff was meant to die in the battle of Sokovia, for you later to die in Wakanda." He counts and you look at him with wide eyes in confusion and indignation. "All for Wanda Maximoff to become the scarlet witch."

You stare at Yao for a moment before letting out a humorless laugh, wiping away your tears.

"Are you for real, right now?"

"I am." He insists. "My job is to maintain the stability of our reality's timeline. And Wanda's destiny is..."

"Lose her brother?" You interrupt with indignation. "Or even lose me? What the hell are you talking about?"

The man sighs deeply and crosses his arms.

"Miss Maximoff reaches the fullest of her powers with your death." He continues seriously and you sigh in disbelief. "She becomes able to manipulate chaos magic and alter reality to build a life with you..."

You shake your head, turning away as you massage your temples with your fingers.

"You're fucking with me, is that it?" You accuse angrily. "None of this makes any sense. Telling me Wanda is destined to lose the people she loves to become a witch? Where did that come from? Why don't you tell me where I am?"

"I already told you, you're in between." He repeats and you're ready to interrupt angrily, but he continues quickly. "The celestial dimension of nothingness, Miss Y/N."

You frown and he looks around before continuing.

"I thought you would be in Vormir." Yao continues. "The realm of death at the center of celestial existence, that is. But no. I also looked for you in Valhalla, with no success."

"I died." You whisper in shock, looking away at the floor. Yao sighs lightly.

"You should have, but no."

You raise your eyebrows and look at him quickly.

"I beg your pardon?"

"In my universe, you die." He says. "You die when the mad titan, Thanos, attacks Wakanda. And Wanda Maximoff witnessed."

"This is ridiculous."

Yao shakes his head slightly.

"You die saving sergeant James Barnes from a fatal blow." He continues. "Which is useless by the way, since the titan snaps his fingers and James is one of the people who disappears."

All you can do is stare at Yao like he's insane, and seeing your expression, he takes a deep breath and goes back to talking.

"Wait, what?" You interrupt when you see the worry in the old man's eyes. "Wanda, is she...?"

"Destroying worlds in blind rage?" He completes making you gasp in surprise, but Yao doesn't look angry, just tired. "All she knows is pain, Miss Y/L/N. So pain is all she causes."

"That’s not Wanda. She 's not cruel." You retort. "She's sweet and funny and good."

"She used to be like that, I'm sure." He tenderly nods. "But that person no longer exists. Some of that kindness has gone with her brother, and the rest has been buried with you."

You swallowed hard, falling silent and trying to imagine a Wanda who lost Pietro. Who lost you.

"I don't believe you." You declare then, ignoring the tears in your eyes. "She wouldn't."

Yao just nods at something behind you. You frown as you follow his gaze, noticing that your kids are playing on the porch, oblivious to the conversation you're having.

"I don't understand." You tell Yao. "My children..."

"Yours?"

And then you understand. And you let's a short incredulously laugh.

"They’re her children." You say. "Please don't say she lost them too."

"She lost everything."

"Why?" You plead but Yao just shrugs slightly, looking just as upset as you do.

"Life isn't fair, for any of us."

"This is absurd." You retort indignantly. "And how do you know all this? Why didn't you stop it?"

"We can't change our destinies, Miss Y/N..."

"Bullshit!" You interrupt, annoyed. "Think I'm going to watch Wanda lose everyone? I may have no idea where I am, but rest assured I'll do my best to make sure she's never alone like this, ever!"

Yao looks at you impressed.

"I knew you were different."

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I pass some sick moral test?" You retort mockingly and Yao gives a short laugh.

"In a way, yes." He says. "I've been pretty busy the last few months, you know, a war between realities caused by the disproportionate use of chaos magic in my world. And only your universe wasn't in dimensional warfare."

You looked at him in confusion, but Yao continued to talk as if all those strange words made a lot of sense to you.

"Miss Maximoff will not cooperate with me, we will face each other and I will die." He declares with a certain nostalgia and you widen your eyes. "But that doesn't have to be the fate of all universes."

"I'm really not following."

"You're a life keeper." He tells you. "Or should I say, a guardian of Life?"

"Am I what now?"

"A being capable of forging, creating, giving and even taking life as they please."

You look at him stunned, shocked about his confession. Yao chuckles lightly, waving to the land with his hands.

"Don't you see it?" He asked. "You made this. You made here."

"But how?" You wonder, ignoring the way your eyes were tearing.

"You unlock a great potential of your magic after emotional distress." He answered. "Which is highly unrecommended, I must tell."

"No, sir." You correct yourself. "I meant, how did I do all this? Why, even? Is this supposed to be a heaven or something?"

"Well, that I'm not exactly sure." He says as he assumes a thoughtful posture. "You see, you push your magic far from the limit back there. Giving life to Pietro again cost your own, but since you cannot die, your consciousness just moved away."

"I beg your pardon?" You interrupt with shock. "What do you mean I cannot die?"

"Oh, yes." He says with a smile. "It’s because of the nature of your powers, miss. Guardians of Life cannot die because they are life itself, forming in eternity. It’s pure order magic."

"Okay, this is too much." You say as you move to sit down on the porch.

Yao signs and takes a seat next to you.

"I know it is." He says. "I remember when I learned all about magic and the universe and the infinite. I thought none of it was real or made any sense."

You just give a short laugh, moving your hands to your hair in a nervous tic.

As you try to calm your thoughts, Yao waits. You two are silent for several minutes before he speaks again.

"I came here for you." He says. "And I assure I have the best of intentions.”

You frown in disbelief as you look up to him.

“I don’t trust you, sir.” You say. “But I get a feeling you have things to tell me, so please, be my guest.”

Yao smiles before he continues.

“After what you did there, I needed to be sure you weren't someone trying to destroy the equilibrium of the universe. And turns out that you're not. It turns out you're one of the people meant to save it."

"I'm not following it…"

"The guardians of life? It is written that they are the ones destined to fulfill the emptiness with life." He explains. "They are not meant to end wars or start them, like most of the other prophecies. No. They bring life to the places that were either gone, or were never born yet."

"That 's insanity."

"Yes, it is." Yao agrees with a smile. "Just like bringing your dead friend back to life with a gold wave of healing energy."

You grumble softly, burying your face in your hands for a moment.

"But your destiny starts before that." He continues. "Before this greatness, your existence is enough to prevent the worst." He smiles as he takes a pause. “You’re the only thing keeping the Scarlet Witch from destroying the multiverse.”

You look at him in surprise, but he just continues to explain.

“Your powers will develop to the point where you become a being capable of manipulating order magic. That is, the opposite of Wanda's magic. Some say that while one brings death and destruction, the other brings life and prosperity." He tells you. "That’s why you're the only one who can stand up to her.”

"I wouldn't."

He blinks in surprise.

"Don't say what you don't know."

"I mean it." You insist. "I wouldn't fight Wanda."

"You've already fought her, miss." He says and you move back. "You just don't know that yet."

"You are lying."

Yao looks at you for a moment shaking his head slightly.

"There's no point in arguing about it now, you're just a girl."

"Don't patronize me!"

He gives a short smile.

"I'm not." He says. "You just aren't yet."

"What does that mean?"

He checks his watch, sighing.

"There is no time." He says. "If you don't go back, Wanda becomes the scarlet witch through grief and pain. Even with Pietro, she creates the hex through chaos magic. You need to go back. You need to stop her from causing this imbalance in reality and stopping the universe from falling into ruin."

"I don't believe you, Yao." You retort. "She is not evil.”

"I came here to help you, because I know you don’t want this for her too." He insisted. "You're a variant of the multiverse. You die in millions of them, but the one you survive in is the only one where Wanda doesn't become a villain. So I need you to come back."

"Back where?"

"Your body." He says. "Your mind. And more importantly, get back to her.”

You blink in confusion, and look back.

"Wanda is already here."

Yao swallows hard, and shakes his head slightly.

"This is a fantasy, Miss Y/L/N." He says. You cross your arms, standing up and moving away for him. He sighs as he stands too. "Honestly, the stubbornness of seeing the truth is something you two seem to share."

"I died, mister." You retort. "I saved Pietro, and now I'm dead. I'm at peace here."

"You are not dead." He counters. "Can't you see it? Can't you hear her crying beside your bed?"

Your mind is a mess. You tighten your fingers around your forehead with your eyes closed before sighing.

"None of this makes sense. All this stuff about universes and reality, and Wanda being a villain. I need you to leave. I need silence!”

Everything went quiet. You open your eyes to see that not only the wind noise, but every sound was gone. You gasp, but Yao just stands there while looking around impressed.

“How…?”

You start out in a sigh, also moving to look around. Nothing has changed in the landscape, but there is no sound. You look at Yao with despair.

"Impressive skill set I must say." He says. "But I've never seen anyone use order magic for personal use before."

"Order...what?"

Yao checks his watch on his wrist before speaking.

"I'm running out of time Y/N, forgive me." He says. "I need you to make your choice soon."

"I don't know what I'm choosing."

"It's very simple actually." He starts with a tender smile. ‘

"You go back to your body and fulfill your destiny. Or continue in this celestial lie for the next what, five years? Until Wanda creates the hex in your world and becomes the scarlet witch. When she does, she will use the darkhold. And she won't be happy to find you resting while she was alone."

You frown.

"Is there any version of me that stayed?"

"Yes." He replied simply.

"And Wanda?"

"She never forgave you for leaving her behind"

You swallowed the urge to cry.

"Is there a reality where we are enemies?" You force yourself to ask and Yao can see the pain in your eyes so he just nods in agreement. You let a few tears flow, but quickly wipe them away. "What do I have to do to avoid it?"

"Love her."

You let out an ironic laugh.

"I already do." You say. "Or did the heaven I build with her give you a different impression?”

Your joke makes him laugh.

“Okay, smarty pants.” Yao retorts and you manage a short giggle beyond the tears. “I need you to make a choice now, i can stay here for any longer.”

You take a pause, sighing softly. Where you are is really beautiful. The landscape looks like a living dream.

“Can I say goodbye to them?” You ask as you look back to your house. Yao checks his watch again before nodding to you as he puts his hands on his pockets.

You gave him a weak smile before turning towards the porch again, walking home.

Billy and Tommy look away from their toys to you as soon as you reach them. You realize how strange that was. You had no memory of a life with them, but you knew they were yours, that they were your family, your baby boys. Everything was a bit numb in your brain, like a distance dream you couldn't really focus on.

“Mommy, are we leaving for uncle’s house now?” Tommy asked as you bent down to mess his hair. You smile at him.

“Yes, sweetheart.” You told. “I’m just gonna talk to mommy first, okay?”

“Alright, mommy.” He agreed as he turned his attention back to the wood horse he was playing with. You took one last look at him and Billy before going back inside.

You hold your breath as you see Wanda, moving around as she is looking for the things you two were supposed to take for the party.

“Honey, I’ll be outside in a minute.” She warns as she looks around. “I just gotta find our keys.”

You bite your lip to avoid saying that there’s no car. You don’t mean to scare her. So you just lay against the wall as you cross your arms.

You realize that you know she will find the key in the last kitchen cabinet drawer, but when you leave the house, you’re back in bed. You wonder how many times you revived this.

“Wanda?” You call her with hesitation, and she stops moving around to look at you with a worried expression due to the cracking in your voice.

You just look at her. Memorizing her image. Soft eyes, mature expression. She’s different from the Wanda you know. She’s older, maybe a couple of years, you can tell for the soft marks on her face. The hair is different too as you noted before. Red is a good choice for her.

“I love you.” You whisper with a sad smile. Wanda frowns as she comes closer, and you sigh when she touches the sides of your face with both of her hands.

“Darling, I love you too.” She confessed. “But what’s wrong?”

You wonder how much of this is real. If this world, this fantasy, will fade away once you leave. Or if whatever this is, will always be a prison for them. Both options seem unfair.

“It’s nothing, my love.” You lie as you place your hands on hers, your thumbs caressing her skin as you look at her beautiful emerald eyes, shining with confusion.

You remember Yao’s words. About fighting her.

“You know I would never hurt you, right, Wanda?” You say and she gives you a shy smile.

“I do.”

“Would you ever hurt me?”

“I already have.” She answers with a guilty smile and you frown slightly.

“If you mean Sokovia, I’ve forgiven you for…”

“No.” She interrupts as she swallows hard, her gaze moving away. “I kept you here.”

You frown in confusion. Wanda waits until you realize what she's saying. When you do, you take her hands off your face.

“You are her.” You whisper, putting the pieces together. Wanda takes a deep breath. You move away to the kitchen, looking back to the door for a second, seeing tha Yao is checking his watch. “But how?”

“I lost you once.” She says but she doesn't take a step further. “I couldn’t lose you again.”

“Am I not real?”

“Of course you are!” Wanda exclaims almost desperately. "You are the only real thing I have here. I…I couldn't bring you back. It didn't work because of your magic. So I had to look for you in another reality."

You run your hands over your face for a moment.

"Why this version of me?" You ask.

"Because you saved my brother." She responds with a sigh. "When you did that, I used the timeline variant to keep you to myself."

You widen your eyes.

"How long?"

"Not enough."

You give a short laugh, which turns into a sob halfway through, and you notice that Wanda also has tears in her eyes.

"What happened to you, my love?" You ask. "My Wanda doesn't hurt or kidnap people."

"Maybe you don't know her well enough." She snaps and you bite the inside of your cheek, letting the tears flow. She sighs, crossing her arms. "How did you wake up?"

"A traveler." You answered. "He's out there, can't you see him?"

She looks at the door immediately with a frown and then back to you.

"No." She says. "He must be projecting his aura through his physical body."

"How are you doing this, dear?" You ask. "He told me I'm in New York."

Wanda sighs, leaning forward to lean on the counter beside her.

"I looked for you in the time-space of the multiverse." She explains. "I found your consciousness wandering in the void. Our magic did the rest."

"This is insane." You mumble. "I remember the emptiness. I don't remember seeing you before waking up."

"I'm always with you." She declares and then gives a humorless laugh. "Or I used to be."

"The traveler told me I made this place."

"You did." She clarifies. "With my help. As soon as my magic came into contact with yours everything got mixed up. This place appeared, my boys were back, you were back. I couldn’t let go."

"Yao said your world is at war." You continue, Wanda tenses but then sighs.

"It is."

"And you are causing it."

"I am."

"Why?"

Wanda looks at you with a sad smile.

"I'm tired of losing everything."

You stare at her for a moment before looking back into the room.

"Are you going to let me leave?"

"I can't keep you."

You reach for her hand on the counter, interlacing your hands together and placing them on her thigh as you turn your face to face her.

"I'm sorry my love." You whisper and watch the thick tears run down her face. "I feel like there's nothing I can say to stop you from fighting."

She shakes her head slightly.

"This is who I am now." She whispers back. "You can only help your Wanda."

You sigh, resting your forehead against hers.

"There is no version of me that would hate you, Wanda. I will always forgive you, and understand you." You say. "And most importantly, I will always love you."

Wanda sobs, breaking the distance.

She tastes different. It's almost imperceptible, but now that you've got your memories back, you know.

You break the kiss, using your free hand to wipe the tears from her face.

"Goodbye, Wanda."

"Don't leave her side." She asked last, her hand squeezing yours before letting go.

You smile and turn to leave.

As you walk outside, the environment starts to blur around you, like a ghostly glow. You imagine it's your magic separating from hers.

When you step outside, you are in emptiness again. Everything is white around you, and Yao is waiting with his arms crossed.

"Are you ready to wake up?" he asks, looking nervous.

"Yeah." You say. "You'll be okay?"

He hesitates with a nervous laugh. "No, Miss Y/L/N. She's almost reaching me. This will be our last fight."

You swallowed dry. The Wanda of his world was no longer just Wanda. She was the scarlet witch now. Again having lost her family and searching for her revenge.

You then realize that if Yao is dying, someone is going to have to face this Wanda.

"It's going to be me, isn't it?" You ask, feeling an overwhelming urge to cry. "That's why you set me free. You don't beat her. And she won't stop. So you found someone who could."

He looked at his watch again.

"Maybe" He says. "Or maybe your Wanda will fight her. Or maybe the little conversation in the kitchen will be enough to make her stop."

You sigh.

“It won’t.” You say. "Just…take me back please."

He smiles.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, friend."

“Likewise, Yao.”

When it becomes difficult to keep your eyes open again, you surrender to darkness.

But it's alright. Because there is warmness in your chest. There is someone sleeping on top of you. The smell of shampoo is familiar. You don't need to open your eyes to know that Wanda fell asleep while waiting for you to wake up.

Before waking up, before hugging her and before assuring her and all the avengers that you were okay and that they had nothing to worry about, you said goodbye to the memories you had with Yao and Wanda from the other reality, realizing that they were disappearing as you returned to your body.

You didn't need those memories. You don't need to know the future, because loving Wanda will be enough.

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