Your eyes don’t allow you to see much more than a palm away, but it matters little, since you have no direction to follow- you would only enjoy to, at least, being able to not have the risk of being hit by a car at any given moment, without realizing.

So you force yourself to stop, once you know you’ve reached the sidewalk, and take a look around your surroundings to recognize something.

That’s when you see the dimly lit front of a pet store and allow a breath of relief to leave your body; you know exactly where you are.

Then you immediately take the breath back- you know exactly where you are.

Yet, not being in a position to choose anything, nor wanting to spend another second under the flood, you start running towards there.

You’re sure all of your bad karma is being paid now, at once.

When, two streets after, you reach the perfectly trimmed garden, your heart is almost jumping back on your throat, as if begging you to turn around and just find another closer place to seek refuge in.

Your lungs let you know that’s not going to happen- so, without giving yourself another chance to run away, you sprint to the door, immediately knocking on it.

The door is opened in such a short space of time that you barely had a moment to figure out what to actually say to her.

So, when Agatha Harkness stares at you up and down, the only thing you do is sob.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go”

Without another half of second, her hands are immediately on yours, dragging you inside her house. She does it so easily that you feel like a rag-doll.

Before you could barely look at her face properly, Agatha is already enveloping you in a hot, fluffy blanket. It feels so much like her that you can’t help but to get a little lightheaded.

It’s only when you have at least three blankets around yourself and is seated on her couch, fluffy slippers on your feet, that she actually looks at you.

“I-” an angry knot forms on your throat, making the tears to bubble from your eyes “There was-”

“Breathe, honey”

She’s by your side in less than a blink, trying to get you to focus on her.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, it’s okay”

You can only nod, trying to follow her breathing.

“Agatha”

It’s all that leaves your mouth- you don’t elaborate, you can’t, and she doesn’t need you to.

At the single moment you realize she’s hugging you the action is already over- as quick as a whisper, tender as a kiss, and you wish you had the words in your tongue to call her back.

Unaware of your small turmoil, she only touches your chin, making you stare at her.

“You’re safe with me, okay?”

And, when you arch an eyebrow in slight, but not truly, disbelief, she scoffs.

“I’m serious here”

You smile at how sincere her voice reaches your ears, knowing very well that, despite her way of demonstrating, and to an extent, Agatha does kind of care about you. Maybe.

“Thank you”

You hope it translates as much of sincerity as you feel.

The silence, then, takes place on the house, neither of you really knowing quite well how to navigate in such unknown waters.

Your drill was to fight and get her to the Avengers compound, hers was to run away as much as she could until one of you gave up.

This is completely out of route, so you simply gaze at each other.

A dangerous mission for you, given the fact that you’ve managed to fall in love with her, so intense and care-freely that all you can do is wait for the day you meet the ground.

After a beat, Agatha is the one to dive into such waters first, she takes a breath intake.

“I have no idea how to move from here”

You smile with ease, following her into the ocean of the unknown you’ve just created.

“It’s your house, don’t let me interrupt your routine”

Her expression changes so quickly that you might’ve as well drowned her in said water.

“Oh, you’re boring”

You stare at her, wide-eyed.

“I’ve just barged into your house”

And she laughs- that laugh of hers with the whole chest- at you and you pretend you don’t notice the way it makes your heart jump and twirl in hot caramel.

“You haven’t barged, honey, you knocked and I had to yank you inside”

Your cheeks are tinted pink in a teenagerly type of embarrassment, so you clear your throat, trying to keep the conversation going.

“What should I do next time, then?”

Agatha, then, looks at you curiously, as a cat may do to a mouse when deciding its fate.

“Next time” 

She echoes with amusement.

“Already setting dates?”

“I didn’t mean-”

You immediately shoot back, groaning at her antics.

"God, you’re frustrating”

And, when she all but chuckles at you, you try to gain advantage.

“I can just let the Avengers know where you are right now, you know”

Her eyes change to purple in a split of second, before returning to her sparklig blue eyes.

“We both know you won’t, darling”

And, grabbing your hands again, she guides you around the house.

“Now, come on, let’s dry you up”

You frown at yourself.

“I’m not that w-”

“Now, [Y/N]”

She huffs, heading to the bathroom, mumbling to herself what you can only understand at the end as “-just asking to get sick”

-

The perfume of her fluffy warm towel floods you, and it’s so Agatha that you never want it to leave you- even with the way she’s while roughly drying your hair, making your head swing back and forth, left and right.

“I’m a good listener”

She says almost nonchalantly, pretending to be extra focused on your hair.

“Like, my mouth? A tomb”

You can’t hide the smile that appears on your mouth at her very subtle attempts at comforting you, so all you can do is nod at her endearing way.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

She catches your eye by the mirror- they hold that so familiar something that you just never seem to grasp, that look that’s reserved only for you- before it’s gone again.

“Not that I care- you just look desperate”

At her definitely not false confession you chuckle, focusing on your reflection- well, she’s not wrong, you are a mess.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, it’s bothersome”

The smile on her voice makes itself known before you even have to look back at her.

But-

You don’t want to, you weren’t even thinking about that- but, suddenly, before you can even acknowledge the feeling hiking on you, your eyes are already flooded, completely submerged under your new, hot tears.

As you don’t grant her any answer, she swiftly gazes at you, and at the sight of your tears, she grips the towel she’s holding tighter.

“Oh, honey”

Her eyes are not grinning anymore, as they so often do. Now, instead, they wear that purple-gray color you’ve ever only seen once or twice during a fight.

“Tell me, who am I going to kill?”

Agatha walks around the chair you’re sat on, kneeling in front of you.

Your heart stumbles on itself at how fast it’s been running- a shy smile finds a way in between the slippery path of tears, so bright that could easily enlighten the entire room.

“Is the Most Evil And Powerful Of The Witches growing a soft spot for me?”

Agatha immediately scoffs and stands up.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, [Y/N]”

And, carefully drying the final tips of your hair, lets out, after a second of pondering.

“It’s just that only I can do that to you”

And there it goes your heart again, causing your whole body to tremble, and your voice to break only the slightest.

“Do what, exactly?”

She gently strokes a droplet of water off of your cheeks, before whispering as if it was obvious.

“Get under your skin, dear”

You can’t bring yourself to answer this- because even if she didn’t mean to sound that way, your soul can’t really comprehend the nuances and has already completely left your body. You wonder if that’s how you ascend.

When you eventually do come back to yourself, though, you find your lips already a breath away from hers.

Huh, so she did mean in that way.

You let out a shudder at the proximity, shakingly holding her face on your hands- she feel like the softest porcelain to ever exist.

God, how many times have you dreamt about this specific scenario over and over again?

However, before any scenario could actually happen, Agatha huffs at herself, tenderly pushing you back by your shoulders.

“Darling-” She murmurs “I don’t think you’re in the right mind for this”

Your pupils still too dilated to focus, try to stare at her.

“I am” 

You nothing but plead.

"I’ve been dreaming about doing this ever since the first time I saw you”

She smiles kindly- it’s such a different display that you ought to take a double take.

“I won’t lie and tell you I haven’t either, love”

Love.

“Just- you need some rest, deal with what’s on this pretty heart of yours and, when or if you’re ready, I’ll be right here, waiting for you, as I’ve always been”

It’s your turn to huff, this time in annoyance.

“No, Agatha, I-”

“You’re one stubborn girl, aren’t you?”

She chuckles softly, a delicious sound, and holds her hand for you to hold, again.

“Let’s make some tea so we can settle some dates, as you were already wanting to do”

She concedes with a wink.

“What do you think?”

You can’t help but blush under her charm, it is almost siren like- but a nagging question makes you pull her hand back, stopping her mid-walk.

“Why are you hesitating?”

You ask, a little thrown aback.

She clicks her tongue in a suave way and looks at you in such awe, as if you were the fullest moon of the month, before stating.

“Because I adore you too much, [Y/N]”

As if it explained everything.

(And it does)

You, too, fear losing her before even having the chance to hold her with your whole heart.

“Wait for me?"

And wait she does.