Wanda x reader x Vision
"No, I know." Agatha chuckled as she spoke with Senor Scratchy. "She does look shocked to meet the real us, doesn't she?"
Wanda stared at her neighbor with a blank face before her eyes burned red.
"Oh, that's adorable. My thoughts are not available to you, toots. They never ever were. So don't go giving yourself a migraine." Agatha scoffed as she placed Senor Scratchy down. "We've got work to do."
"Where are my children?" Wanda asked, her accent thick.
"Where are my children? That accent really comes and goes, doesn't it?" Agatha mocked.
"Where is Y/N?" Wanda demanded.
"You have a lot of questions, but so do I," Agatha told her.
"Where are they?" Wanda exclaimed, shooting her hands towards Agatha, attempting to use her magic.
But to Wanda's surprise and confusion, she found she couldn't summon her magic.
"Oh, your magic's no good here," Agatha told Wanda before she twisted her hands and bound Wanda with her magic. "Didn't you notice? Basic protection spell, one on each wall? No? Nothing? These are runes, Wanda. In a given space, only the witch that cast the runes can use her magic." Agatha informed the younger woman as she stepped closer. "How do you not know the fundamentals?"
"Who are you?" Wanda asked the dark-haired woman.
"Who are you? All the costumes and hairstyles." Agatha rolled her eyes. "I was so patient, waiting for you to reveal your true self. I got close with fake Pietro. Fietro if you will, but no dice." She frowned.
"That was you." Wanda realized.
"No, it wasn't literally me. Just my eyes and ears. A crystalline possession. Necromancy was a non-starter since your real brother's body is on another continent. Not to mention full of holes." Agatha joked. "But you're so crippled by your own self-doubt that you believed it. Oh, Wanda, when I sensed this place, the afterglow of so many spells cast all at once, I couldn't make heads or tails of it." Agatha admitted.
Agatha gave Wanda a smirk as she plucked an insect from the walls and held it in her hand.
The woman began to chant in Latin as she circled her hand over the poor insect.
"Mind control. A classic. A quick incantation and a feeble psyche, and you're good to go." Agatha said before forcing the bug to fly onto Wanda's face. "With thousands of people under your thumb all interacting with each other according to complex storylines. Well, that's something special, baby." Agatha told her. "And, of course, there's transmutation."
Agatha plucked the bug off Wanda's face before chanting in Latin once more. Agatha gave Wanda a smirk as she turned the insect into a bird and allowed it to fly.
"Years of study to achieve even the smallest convincing illusion. But Westview through your lens, Wanda," Agatha shook her head as she ripped the bird from the air and clutched it in her fist. "Every little detail in place down to the crown molding. You're even running illusions miles away at the edge of town! Magic on autopilot!" She shouted.
The woman had to take several deep breaths to calm herself down before she spoke again.
"What's your secret, sister?" She asked, causing Wanda to tilt her head.
Agatha let out an exhale before throwing the bird to the side, directly into Senor Scratchy's mouth.
"Listen, I need you, hey Wanda, I need you to tell me how you did this," Agatha asked calmly.
"I didn't do anything." Wanda denied. "I'm not," She started, but Agatha clapped her hands and threw her into the wall.
"I tried to be gentle, to nudge you awake from this ridiculous fantasy, but you would rather fall apart than face your truth. You left me no choice." Agatha shrugged. "What was it you said to your not-brother. All you could recall was feeling scared. Empty. Alone? Let's start there." She said. "It's been fun playing pretend for a while, hasn't it, Wanda?" Agatha wondered, ripping a strand of hair from Wanda's head.
Wanda was forced to watch as Agatha enchanted her hair before sending it into a door.
A door that then transformed into a very familiar doorway.
"But it's time to look at some real reruns," Agatha said, dropping Wanda to the ground. "All right. Let's go."
"No." Wanda panted, refusing to move from the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you forget who's got your children stashed away in her bewitched basement?" Agatha wondered before Wanda heard something she only ever heard in her worst nightmares.
"Mama! Mama help!"
"Help, please, Mama!"
"Mama, help us!"
"That's right. And they're not the only card I have to play." Agatha said before snapping her fingers. At her click, a still Y/N appeared to Wanda's left.
"What did you do to her?" Wanda gasped, rushing to crawl to Y/N's side.
"Ah-ah." Agatha tsked, snapping again, causing Y/N to disappear. "She's my backup plan, superstar. If you don't want to remember, she'll have to."
"Don't touch her," Wanda growled as she pushed herself to her feet.
"That's right. After you, superstar." Agatha mocked as Wanda entered through the now open doorway.
Once she entered the room, Wanda was transported back to a time she thought she had long forgotten.
But now, she wondered how she could ever forget the warmth, the smell, the comfort of this home.
"Oh, charming. Love the Cold War aesthetic. Why are we here?" Agatha asked, staring around the room in distaste.
"Mama." Wanda gasped, watching her mother walk around the room sadly.
"Irina?"
"Papa," Wanda whispered, watching her father enter further into their tiny home.
"Oleg." Her mother said sadly, noting that her husband had not been able to sell anything that day.
Oleg was quick to assure his wife that he would sell more tomorrow and that everything would be fine.
"In English, Papa!" A young Pietro shouted, rushing towards his parents.
"Pietro." Wanda smiled happily.
"Oh, he's loud, isn't he?" Agatha grunted, pressing a finger to her ear.
"You said the only rule of TV night is we try to practice our English." Pietro admonished.
"Yeah. Yes, Pietro is right. We were just making rid of last little bit of Sokovian." Irina promised her son.
"Where is your sister?" Oleg asked as Pietro took his coat.
"Wanda?" Pietro shouted, throwing the coat onto the coat rack.
"I mean, we're right here." Agatha rolled her eyes.
"Wanda?"
"That's your cue, lady. You're on." Agatha said, pushing Wanda forward.
And suddenly, Wanda was ten years old again. Rushing forward into her father's arms, a feeling she had almost forgotten.
"Hey." Oleg grinned, kissing Wanda's cheek. "Now we can begin. Wanda, you pick." Oleg said, holding the suitcase of films open for her.
"My pick isn't here," Wanda told him.
"I have forgot. I put it in the special place for extra safekeeping." Oleg told Wanda with a grin.
He and Pietro rose from the couch and made their way to the special place while Irina covered a giggling Wanda's eyes.
"Don't look." Irina teased, wrapping her arms around her daughter.
"This is your pick, yes?" Oleg asked, pulling a box season out of the wall.
"Season 2, Episode 21." Wanda smiled.
"Dick Van Dyke again? Always sitcom, sitcom, sitcom." Pietro complained as he and his sister walked to sit before the sofa.
"The walnut episode!" Oleg said before adding something in Sokovian.
"Yes, Rob and Laura have for the most fun shenanigans." Irina agreed with her husband.
"What is shenanigan again?" Pietro wondered.
"Shenanigan is like problem but more silly than scary but can sometimes be little scary," Wanda answered her brother.
"Yeah, like mischief." Irina agreed, sitting on the sofa.
"But a silly mischief that always becomes fine." Oleg agreed, wrapping an arm around his wife.
"Okay, Papa, start it for us," Irina asked as she curled up with Oleg.
"The Dick Van Dyke Show, starring Dick Van Dyke!"
"And Mary Tyler Moore!"
Oh, how Wanda had missed this. Missed her mother, her father, and her brother. Missed the warmth of her childhood and the safety of her home.
And for a second, Wanda forgot everything, wanting this moment to last forever.
But of course, Wanda's happiness never lasted long.
There a loud explosion, a familiar one, and Wanda was launched forward.
She remembered this night well. Remembered blacking out for a moment before looking up and seeing half her home had been destroyed.
"Wanda!" Pietro screamed, launching forward and pulling Wanda under a bed before another missile entered their home.
"We have to get out of here," Pietro told Wanda in their native tongue.
"We can't," Wanda replied.
"Do you hear that? Maybe they're here to help."
"Maybe they're the ones who sent it."
Wanda and Pietro went quiet after that, both looking around what home they had left for a way out.
Across from their hiding space, the TV had somehow survived the bombing.
"I heard a scream."
"Oh, I must've screamed."
"Oh, what a nightmare. I dreamed that I was a Twiloite. And then I lost my sense of humor and my thumbs."
"At the end of the episode, you realize it was all a bad dream. None of it was real." Wanda said with a nod as she stared at the Stark missile, beeping before them.
As it continued to beep, continued to taunt her, Wanda reached a hand forward.
"Wanda, don't!" Pietro yelled before Wanda was yanked out from under the bed.
"Did you stop that bomb?" Agatha demanded.
"What?"
"You used a probability hex." Agatha determined.
"No, I. It just never went off." Wanda told her. "It was it was defective. We didn't know that. We were, we were trapped." Wanda stuttered.
"For how long?"
"Two days."
"Huh, so much trauma," Agatha said, walking further into the room. "And yet, you were safe as little kittens the whole time. So what I see here is a baby witch, obsessed with sitcoms and years of therapy ahead of her. Doesn't explain your recent hijinks. Where'd you get the big guns, Wanda?" Agatha asked as the door beside her transformed.
The door transformed into a large metal door with a keypad lock.
"I don't wanna go back there." Wanda shook her head, instantly recognizing the doorway.
"I know you don't, but it's good medicine, angel. The only way forward is back." Agatha said as the door opened with a click.
Reader POV
"Mom! Mama! Dad!"
"Someone help us!"
"Please, wake up, Mom!"
"Kids! Where are you?" You screamed, desperately trying to find them in the dark. "Billy! Luna! Tommy!"
You had no idea how long you had been trapped in the dark or even how you came to be here.
Wherever here was.
"Let my kids go!" You yelled, hoping your captor would hear you. "Don't you dare hurt them! I will kill you!"
"Y/N."
At the sound of your name, you spun on your heel to find Wanda now standing behind you.
"Wanda." You sighed, rushing towards your wife, who was quick to pull you into her chest. "What's going on? Where are we? Where are the kids?" You asked, pulling back slightly but remaining safe in Wanda's arms.
"We're in your head," Wanda told you in complete seriousness. "Agnes is a witch, and she spelled you."
"But why?"
"Because she needed one of us to remember. You can't wake up until she says so or you remember on your own."
"Remember what?"
"You need to remember before Westview," Wanda said as the room was suddenly filled with light. "Specifically why we came here."
It took a second for your eyes to adjust, but when they did, you noticed the two of you were in an empty room with a bank vault-styled door blocking your exit.
"I can't go through there." You automatically said as you noted the door.
"Yes, you can," Wanda told you. "You have to. You have to remember what happened before all of this. You deserve to know. They are your memories. And they are in the past. Nothing that happened then can hurt you now." She promised, holding your face between her hands.
"I don't think I can do this." You shook your head, staring at the door in fear.
"I know it feels that way, but you can. The only way to wake up and protect the kids is to go forward." Wanda told you.
At the thought of your children being in peril, you froze. You couldn't allow anything to happen to them.
You wouldn't let anything happen to your children.
"You'll be by my side?" You asked Wanda, looking at the door and then her.
"Every step of the way," Wanda promised. "Go ahead." She said, nodding her head towards the door as she let you go.
You inhaled deeply before steeling yourself and walking over to the door. You grabbed the door's wheel, and with a single turn, the door popped open.
Wanda took your hand, gave you a smile, and gestured for you to walk through the doorway.
You forced yourself through before you would change your mind and back out entirely.
You were now standing in a hotel room. An expensive one, you determined from its furnishings.
But the furnishings couldn't hold your attention when in the middle of the room stood a vision of yourself, Wanda, and a blonde man.
"Steve." You gasped.
You knew him.
Steve was your friend, and you'd known him for years.
You worked with him.
He was an Avenger.
You were an Avenger.
Memories began to flash through your mind.
Memories of Loki and New York. Ultron, meeting Wanda, and Vision's creation.
You could remember your family, both blood-related and non.
You could remember the war that broke your family apart and a mad man, a mad man who had killed Vision right before your eyes.
"Steve, we just need to know what happened. Please." Wanda begged.
"Nothing's making sense right now." The other you told him. "And no one else will give us a straight answer."
"I'm not the best equipped to be telling you any of this." Steve sighed, running a hand over his face. He looked dead on his feet, you noted. In fact, all three of you did.
"Well, if we could ask anyone else, we would." You found yourself snapping. "But we can't find my Dad or Tasha, and everyone else is dealing with the public."
"Okay." Steve sighed. "Okay. Why don't you two sit down?" Steve suggested, gesturing to the bed.
But neither of you moved.
"Steve." Wanda rose a brow. "What happened? To us, to Vision?"
"Okay. Okay." Steve said to himself. "The two of you have been dead for five years," Steve told the two of you.
You watched as the two of you wilted at his statement.
"Five years?"
"Five years," Steve confirmed. "After Wakanda, Bruce brought Vision's body back to the compound. He tried for weeks to bring Vision back, but he couldn't. In the end, we decided to bury him at the farm." He told you.
"Okay, okay, we'll find Dad and get on the next quinjet." You said to Wanda, who gave you a nod.
"Y/N, Wanda, there's more." Steve cut you off. "Vision's body was stolen four years ago." He sighed.
"By who?" Wanda demanded.
"I don't know. Natasha was trying to track whoever it was down, but I don't know."
"How did Dad let this happen?"
"He wasn't at the farm," Steve told you. "He went awol not long after the snap."
"Okay, then where are he and Natasha now?" Wanda asked. "Maybe Nat found something we can use." She said.
"Natasha's dead," Steve told her bluntly. "She died for one of the stones. And Clint took a jet and left after the smoke cleared."
"What do you mean he took a jet?" You demanded. "Where did he go?"
"I thought he would have told you," Steve said in confusion. "He went back to the farm. He said he needed to make sure his family was alright."
"Well, he didn't." You snapped before turning on your heel and storming from the room with Wanda on your heel.
"He left me." You murmured. "He didn't say a word to me."
"I know." Wanda nodded as the room darkened.
"Someone stole Vision's body. But how? Who?" You asked the woman beside you.
"That's through there," Wanda said as a new door appeared. "Are you ready?"
"Let's get this over with."
Non-reader POV
"Ah, Wanda. The rebellious years." Agatha commented, staring around the room with a smirk. "Quick question, your reaction to the bombing of your civilian apartment building and the murder of your parents was to join an anti-freedom terrorist organization?"
"We wanted to change the world," Wanda told Agatha before she took several steps forward.
"Don't be scared. You already lived it once." Agatha said before Wanda was suddenly on the other side of the glass.
It was cold. It had always been frigid in this building. It didn't help that Wanda had only been given a ratty nightgown to protect herself against the chill.
"For our notes, Miss Maximoff, can you please state your name and confirm your status?" A voice over the intercom asked.
"Wanda Maximoff. Volunteer." She said, staring at the glowing blue orb in fear.
"Touch the sample." She heard.
Wanda nodded at the command before forcing herself to take two steps forward.
"So I, I just," Wanda stuttered, but before she could form a complete sentence, the orb broke out of its containment.
The orb floated towards Wanda, and when she reached a hand out towards it, the sphere broke.
It changed. Instead of a blue glow, it turned into a yellow stone.
When Wanda's fingers brushed against the stone, the entire room was bathed in a yellow glow.
Wanda could see a woman floating before her. She couldn't note any details or anything to describe her before Wanda collapsed to the ground.
She could hear a door bursting open and footsteps rushing towards her before there was a hand on her arm.
"She's still alive. Get her to isolation." That was the last thing she heard before she passed out.
Wanda was granted one luxury in her cell. There wasn't a bed, there weren't any blankets or things to protect her from the cold, there was nothing personal about the cell, but there was a TV.
A TV that would play reruns of the shows her father had once tried to sell.
"Baby, Baby, and doll."
"Why do I gotta?"
"Shh! Because I'm putting my baby to sleep, that's why."
"You stop that! You'll hurt her feelings."
"She hadn't got any feelings. She's full o' sawdust or rags or somethin'."
"So, little orphan Wanda got up close and personal with an Infinity Stone that amplified what, otherwise, would have died on the vine," Agatha concluded as she and Wanda stood in the cell. "The broken pieces of you are adding up, buttercup. I have a theory, but I need more." Agatha said before another door appeared.
Like with the other two doors, Wanda immediately recognized the doorway, but unlike with the other two, this one she gladly rushed towards.
The door opened, and Wanda entered to see herself sitting on her bed in the Compound with Y/N beside her.
"Oh, Wanda. Movin' on up. So where are we now?" Agatha asked as Wanda stared at herself and Y/N.
"The Avengers Compound. It was the first home, Vision, Y/N and I shared. Pietro was dead, and I was in a new country. I was all alone." Wanda explained.
"Vision?" Wanda called, not taking her eyes off the TV.
"That's so creepy." Y/N shuddered when Vision walked through the wall.
"I apologize. I didn't mean to intrude. Or to frighten you." Vision told the two.
"You didn't?" Wanda rose a brow.
"Well, I suppose, yes, I did intend to come in here." Vision stuttered.
"And now?"
"And, well, whatever is your preference." Vision smiled awkwardly.
"Come sit, Vision." Y/N sat, patting the bed beside her when Wanda nodded.
Vision gladly took a seat beside the woman and turned to face the television.
"Is it funny because of the grievous injury the man just suffered?" Vision wondered, pointing towards the screen.
"No, he's not really injured," Wanda told him.
"Ah. How can you be certain?" Vision asked her.
"It's not that kind of show."
"We'll have to introduce you to more media like this, Vis." Y/N mentioned before the three drifted back into silence.
"Wanda, I don't presume to know what you're feeling, but I would like to know." Vision broke the silence. "Should you wish to tell me, or perhaps Y/N. Should that be of some comfort to you."
"You can talk to us whenever you want." Y/N agreed.
"What makes you think that talking about it would bring me comfort?" Wanda asked, finally turning to face the two.
"Oh, see, I read that the,"
"The only thing that would bring me comfort is seeing him again." Wanda snapped. "Sorry." She whispered.
"You have nothing to apologize for," Y/N assured her.
"I'm so tired. It's, it's just like this wave washing over me, again and again. It knocks me down, and when I try to stand up, it just comes for me again. And I, it's just gonna drown me." Wanda sniffled
"No. No, it won't." Vision promised.
"How do you know?"
"Well, because it can't all be sorrow, can it?" Vision asked her.
"I've always been alone, so I don't feel the lack. It's all I've ever known. I've never experienced loss because I have never had a loved one to lose. But what is grief, if not love persevering?" He mused.
"And Wanda? I know what it feels like when this wave is coming after you. It's terrifying but eventually, the ocean stills. The waves lessen. It never stops hurting but the pain changes." Y/N promised.
For a minute, the three sat in silence, watching the television before Vision let out a loud chuckle.
"Sorry, pardon," Vision told the two.
"No, it was funny," Wanda assured him.
"Very funny." Y/N agreed.
"It was, wasn't it?"
As the memory came to an end, Wanda shook her head and stepped towards the bed, but it was too late. The bed was empty, Vision and Y/N were gone.
"So to recap. Parents dead, brother dead, Vision dead. You only had one person left. And she was as broken as you are." Agatha concluded.
"I can't do this anymore," Wanda said, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Come on, Wanda! You're on the precipice. You are right there! Tell me how you did it!" Agatha begged, walking to stand right behind Wanda. "Vision was gone, but you wanted him back."
"I wanted him back. We wanted him back." Wanda agreed as another door appeared to her left.
Reader POV
You and Wanda were sitting in the back of her car while your past selves sat in the front.
You and Wanda had found Natasha's files and a note that led you to SWORD for Vision's stolen body.
"It's a long drive, you know, Y/N?" Wanda commented. "You have time to call him."
"And if he doesn't pick up?" You asked.
"Then he doesn't pick up." Wanda shrugged.
"And if he does?"
"Then you have a chance to talk to your father," Wanda said, reaching across the console to take your hand. "And no matter what happens, I'm right here."
You let out a long sigh at Wanda's words before taking your phone out of your pocket and dialing the familiar number.
"Hello?" Your father's voice came over the line.
"Hi, Dad." You said.
"Y/N. Hi." He said before going silent. "I didn't think I'd be hearing from you for a while," Clint said after a minute.
"Why would you think that?"
"I thought you were mourning. And maybe pissed at me." Clint told you.
"Well, that depends. Are you the reason I haven't heard from Mom or Lila, or Cooper, or even Nathaniel?" You asked him bluntly.
"I thought you'd want some space. I thought you and Wanda would want that." Clint said.
"It feels less like space and more like you're trying to push me away." You scoffed.
"Y/N, no."
"Then how come you left? How come every time I've seen you, you've left me without a word?" You cut him off.
Your father was silent for a minute. All you could hear was his breathing on the other line.
"I don't know, kid, I really don't." He finally answered.
"You don't know." You laughed loudly, causing Wanda to look at you in concern. "I was dead for five years. I came back to a battlefield, to a world where Vision and Nat are dead, and to find out the world kept moving while me and Wanda were dead." You sighed.
"Y/N."
"All I wanted was for my Dad to tell me everything was okay, to explain what had happened, but you weren't there." You sniffed, squeezing Wanda's hand tightly. "You left me on that battlefield. You left me at Tony's funeral."
"I know."
"I know. Is that all you have to say?" You demanded.
"What else do you want me to say, kiddo? What else is there to say? I can't say I'm sorry. It's not going to fix anything. What do you want me to say?" Clint asked, causing your breathing to stutter.
"You're right. There's nothing you can say." You agreed, licking your suddenly dry lips. "Silly me." You added. "Goodbye, Clint." You said, ending the call before he could say anything.
Once the call was ended, you threw your phone to the floor and began to cry.
The car soon stopped, and you felt Wanda wrap her arms around you as your body began to wrack with sobs.
"I'm his kid." You sobbed into Wanda's chest. "He doesn't want me. What did I do?"
"Nothing, moy ogon'," Wanda promised, running her fingers through your hair.
"Why does everyone leave?"
"I'm still here," Wanda promised. "I'll be here as long as you want me to be."
"I love you." You said, looking up at the woman.
"I love you too," Wanda replied, leaning down and kissing you gently.
"Let's get Vision back." You said after pulling back, wiping the tears from your face.
The front of the car blurred as Wanda pulled back onto the road.
"Why did you have to show me that?" You asked, wiping your cheek, turning to Wanda.
"It's important for context. I promise." Wanda told you. "Are you ready to keep going?" She asked as the car door beside her opened.
"Yeah. I'm ready."
Non-reader POV
Y/N and Wanda were on a mission as they stormed through SWORD headquarters.
"We know you have him," Wanda said when the two made it to the front desk.
"I'm sorry, but like I said,"
"Look, we know you have him." Y/N cut the receptionist off. "When we came back, he was dead, and his body was stolen from his grave. We know you took him."
"He deserves to rest. He deserves a funeral. We deserve that." Wanda pleaded with the man before a phone began to ring.
"Yes, sir. Yeah, they're still here." Are you sure? Of course." The receptionist said before hanging the phone up with a sigh. "Through the doors, down the hall, two lefts and a right." He told the women. "One moment, I have to buzz you in."
"She's got it," Y/N said before Wanda forced the doors open with her powers.
"Thanks," Wanda added as the two walked off again.
Neither Y/N nor Wanda spoke to another as they strutted down the winding halls.
The only comfort they offered each other was how tightly they were clutching onto each other's hands.
"Wanda Maximoff? Y/N Barton?" A man asked when they entered an office. "It's an honor to meet you. Both of you, truly."
"Who are you?" Y/N asked, looking the man up and down in disdain.
"Director Tyler Hayward." He informed the women. "I understand you're here to see The Vision, to recover his body, that is, is that right?"
"Well, we're his next of kin," Wanda told the man.
"I understand. I'd like to show you something."
"And then you'll give him back?" Y/N asked, raising a brow.
"Please, just come with me," Tyler asked, gesturing to his left. He led the two women through a door and out onto a platform.
The platform overlooked what appeared to be a lab, where several people were milling about in white suits.
"Why are you showing us this?" Wanda asked, sharing a confused look with Y/N.
"Because you asked to see it." Hayward shrugged, causing the two to turn back to the window.
As the two watched the scientists closely, they finally noticed just what they were working on.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Wanda gasped, not able to take watery eyes off Vision's dismantled body.
"What are you doing to him?" Y/N demanded, wrapping her arms around Wanda.
"We're dismantling the most sophisticated, sentient weapon ever made," Hayward told the two.
"But Vision's not a weapon." Wanda shook her head.
"He never was." Y/N agreed.
"You can't do this," Wanda told the director.
"In fact, it is our legal and ethical obligation." Hayward shrugged.
"We just wanna bury him. That's all we want." Wanda pleaded, begging for the man to understand the need.
"Are you sure?" Hayward rose a brow.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Y/N demanded.
"Not everyone has the kind of power that could bring their soulmate back online. Forgive me, back to life." Hayward explained.
"No, I can't do that. It's, that's not why we're here." Wanda shook her head.
"Okay. But I cannot allow you to take three-billions dollars worth of vibranium just to put it back in the ground." Hayward told the two. "So the best I can do is let you say goodbye to him here." He offered.
"But he's our Vision," Y/N whispered.
"That's just it, girls, he's not yours." Hayward shrugged.
Y/N and Wanda's stomaches dropped at the director's words, and Wanda's eyes glowed red.
Wanda pressed her hands to the glass, and within seconds, the window was in shards.
The scientists below moved in a flurry of panic as Wanda and Y/N both lowered themselves gracefully into the room.
"Fall back," Hayward called, causing the men to lower their guns. "It's fine. Let them see for themselves." Hayward said as the two stood beside Vision's head.
Wanda's hand hovered over the spot where the Soul Stone once rested, and her face screwed up in pain.
"I can't feel you. I can't feel you." Wanda whispered, ripping her hand away.
At Wanda's words, Y/N's hand flew to cup Vision's cheek. Her hand had only been there for a second before she let out a gasp.
"Oh, God. You're not there."
Without another word, Wanda and Y/N walked out of the room, not even acknowledging the agents in the room.
They continued walking until they walked right out of the building and into the parking lot.
Neither woman spoke as Wanda started the car and began to drive.
The two remained quiet for the entirety of the car trip, both trapped in their own thoughts.
Finally, the two made it to Westview, New Jersey.
Like many places after the snap, the town appeared slightly rundown.
But there was something about this town. Something quaint, something homely that made Wanda and Y/N feel peaceful.
Eventually, the two drove through the main street and into a residential street.
Wanda continued to drive down the street, past the houses, until she came to a stop in front of an empty lot.
Wanda and Y/N climbed out of the car methodically before moving to stand in the middle of the lot.
Wanda pulled a sheet of paper out of her pocket to stare at it blankly.
Wanda Maximoff, Y/N Barton AND The Vision. To grow old in, V.
The property deed read.
"He really knew how to keep a secret," Y/N commented, staring around the lot sadly, causing Wanda to let out a watery laugh.
Wanda tried to move forward, but her knees crumpled under her. The woman collapsed to the ground with a sob.
Before Y/N could move next to the woman, Wanda let out a scream and exploded in red energy.
As the energy spread, hitting the entirety of the town, Wanda began to float.
"Wanda." Y/N started but cut herself off with a gasp as the energy hit her, and her mind went blank.
Everything in the town began to change as Vision began to form in the living room of the newly created house.
Vision cocked his head as he stared at Wanda, who was looking at him in shock.
"Wanda." Vision smiled. "Welcome home."
"Hello, darling." Y/N smiled, moving to stand beside Vision. "I think we should stay in tonight." She commented, looking between her partners before the three of them moved to the couch.
As the memory came to an end, Wanda stood behind the couch, watching the scene sadly.
But as the memory ended, Wanda looked throughout the room in shock to note how much like a TV set her home had become.
Before Wanda could say a word, she was distracted by loud, sarcastic clapping.
"Bravo!" Agatha rolled her eyes before snapping her fingers and disappearing from the room.
Reader POV
"I wanted you to be safe," Wanda said as you watched the scene before you. "I wanted you to be safe and for us to be happy like we had been."
"And this, all this, happened?" You wondered, gesturing to the living room.
"I wanted our world to be perfect. It didn't really go to plan." Wanda sighed.
"And the walls in my head?"
"One was mine," Wanda told you. "One was intentional. The other, I think, was already there and just strengthened with my spell." She said.
"Why do I get the feeling you're not just a figment of my imagination?" You asked, taking a step closer to your wife.
"Because you're incredibly smart." Wanda smiled, taking your hand in hers. "I'm not in your imagination, but I'm not out there. I'll be able to tell you one day."
"What happens now?"
"Now, you wake up," Wanda told you. "You have to wake up now, Y/N." She said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Non-reader POV
"Mama! Mama, help us!"
"Please, Mama!"
"Please, help us, Mama!"
At the sounds of her children's cries, Wanda snapped herself out of her thoughts and bolted out the front door and onto the street.
There on the street were her children. Choking on the purple ropes around their necks that a floating Agatha held.
"I know what you are," Agatha said, pulling the ropes towards her, causing all three children to cry out.
"It's okay, babies," Wanda told her children as her hands glowed red. "It's okay."
"You have no idea how dangerous you are. You're supposed to be a myth. A being capable of spontaneous creation, and here you are, using it to make breakfast for dinner." Agatha scoffed.
"Let go of my children," Wanda demanded, raising her hands.
"Oh, yes, your children. And Vision. And Y/N. And this whole little life you've made. This is Chaos Magic, Wanda, and that makes you, the Scarlet Witch."