Wanda x reader x Vision
The babies didn't want to sleep. It seemed as though they had all formed a pact to not sleep for as long as they could.
And this had led to three exhausted and cranky children.
"Sweet, sweet, Luna, don't you wanna sleep?" Wanda cooed, bouncing her daughter gently. "Mama wants to go to sleep." She sighed. "If you go to sleep, I promise, you will be my favorite daughter."
"By that logic, she's also your least favorite," Y/N said, entering from the kitchen with Tommy in her arms.
"Never!" Wanda gasped. "No luck with Tommy?" She asked her wife, who was rocking the crying boy.
"I tried feeding him, but he rejected the bottle. Maybe Vision's having better luck." Y/N said hopefully.
"No such luck, darlings." Vision said, descending the stairs, disguise free. "I tried reading to him, but for some reason, Charles Darwin's 'The Descent of Man' made him cry even harder."
"Oh." Wanda groaned. The married three stood in the living room, rocking three crying babies side to side.
"Care to dance, darlings?" Vision asked, moving closer to the women.
Y/N let out a giggle as Wanda grinned boldly, and the two stepped closer to the man.
"It's almost like we're on a date." Wanda chuckled.
"Keep it down kids, I was about to get my leg over." Vision joked.
"Vis? Would you mind getting their binkies?" Wanda asked.
"Oh. 'Course not. Binkies all round, I think." Vision said, putting Billy into his crib.
"They're in the kitchen," Y/N told him. "And while you're in there, do you think you could-?"
"Put the coffee maker on? Of course, darling." Vision promised as Wanda and Y/N put the babies down.
"I love you!" Y/N exclaimed with a smile.
"Now I know parents aren't supposed to take shortcuts, but I think this situation calls for one, don't you?" Wanda asked, moving to stand between the cribs.
"If it means a break from this headache, then yes." Y/N agreed.
"So, go to sleep, my babies," Wanda said, snapping her fingers. But the kids continued to cry their little lungs out. "And go to sleep," Wanda repeated her actions, causing all three to laugh. "Well, I don't think it's very funny. Why won't you do what I want?" Wanda asked her hands on her hips.
"I think that's the definition of kids, sweetheart." Y/N joked.
"What's that, dear?" Vision asked, entering the room with one binkie in his hand and the other two in his ears.
"That is not where those go." Wanda smiled, pulling them out of Vision's ears and wiping them on her pants.
"Noise cancelation is not their primary function?" Vision joked as Wanda gave the children their binkies.
"Look, I think it's,"
"Shh! Don't jinx it!" Y/N hiss quietly, leaning into Vision's side.
All three of them held their breath, hoping the babies would settle, but when the kids all spat their binkies out, they let out sighs.
"Vis? Y/N?" Wanda started. "What are we doing wrong here?"
"Oh, don't worry, dear. We'll figure it out." Vision assured.
"It's just a learning curb," Y/N said, rocking the nearest crib to her.
"Exactly! Perhaps we all need more time to get to know one another." Vision suggested.
"Maybe. Or maybe we just need some help." Wanda told the two as the doorbell rang.
Vision rushed towards the couch right as Agnes barged into the house.
"Hiya, kids!" Agnes cheered, entering the house in her new Jazzercise gear.
"Oh, Agnes!" Wanda smiled at her friend.
"Hi, Agnes." Y/N waved, still gently rocking a crib.
"Agnes, I was just fluffing this pillow. With my face." Vision attempted to explain, now fully decked out in his human disguise.
"Oh, I was just on my way to Jazzercise when I heard your new little bundles of joy were on a sleep strike," Agnes explained boisterously.
"And which little birdie told you that?" Y/N wondered.
"A little birdie called my ears!" Agnes joked, causing the three to politely chuckle. "Anyway, Auntie Agnes is here, and I've got a couple tricks up my sleeve."
"Oh, Agnes, you are a lifesaver." Wanda sighed, taking the woman's hands into her own.
"Aw!"
"Very well. But be careful of the belly buttons and remember to support their heads, and when was the last time you washed your, actually you know what? It would be, just, maybe we better not." Vision stressed, moving to block Agnes from the cribs.
"Uh, do you want me to take that again?" Agnes asked, turning to face Wanda nervously.
"I'm sorry?" Wanda asked after exchanging looks with both her husband and wife.
"You want me to hold the babies," Agnes confirmed, staring at Wanda with scared eyes. "Should we just take it from the top?" She wondered, grabbing her bag.
"What?" Vision asked, staring at Agnes curiously.
"Agnes, are you on something?" Y/N questioned the neighbor.
"Oh, don't be silly." Wanda chuckled. "Darlings, let's, let's let Agnes give it a try." She suggested, giving both partners a look before turning back to Agnes.
Agnes stared at Wanda for several seconds before letting out a giggle.
"Fussy babies meet buns of steel. We dare you to stay awake." She joked, causing Wanda to laugh.
"Wanda." Vision gestured for her to join him and Y/N while Agnes kneeled between the cribs. "What was the about?" He wondered.
"What was what?" Wanda cocked her head.
"You're joking, right?" Y/N questioned the woman. "That thing with Agnes just now." She clarified.
"Well, I think she just got confused for a moment. She seems fine now." Wanda shrugged, watching as Agnes rocked the cribs.
"But what she said." Vision stuttered.
"The way she looked at you," Y/N added.
"How did she look at me?" Wanda wondered, looking between the two with a smile.
"Well, I don't know."
"I didn't. Oh." Vision gasped, staring at Agnes, causing both wives to turn.
"Lavender. It's supposed to have a calming effect. Ralph sprays it on me every night. But there's no taming this tiger. What?" Agnes chuckled, continuing to spray the perfume over the crying babies.
"It's so strange." Y/N shook her head.
"Undoubtedly." Vision agreed.
"That's not fair. It's not Agnes's fault that she has an unusually high libido."
"Did you actually not see what we did?" Y/N wondered, tilting her head at Wanda before there was a thud in the kitchen.
Once more, all three turned to now find Agnes searching through their cabinets.
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just looking for your dark liquor." Agnes told them.
"Excuse me?" Y/N asked, staring at her in confusion.
"Not for me. For the kids. What kind of babysitter do you think I am?" Agnes asked, causing Wanda to chuckle while Y/N and Vision continued to stare. "I'm just gonna go and check in there."
"Vision, Y/N, the kids haven't slept in days. We all need a break, and Agnes is just being neighborly, that's all." Wanda told the two.
"Do you hear that?" Vision whispered.
"Hear what?" Wanda asked in the same tone.
"Absolutely nothing." Vision grinned, moving over to the cribs.
"Oh, thank God. They finally fell asleep." Y/N sighed happily.
"They're empty." Vision gasped.
"Where are the kids?" Wanda asked, throwing her hand over her mouth.
"They can't have gotten far. The kids can't even walk." Y/N attempted to soothe the two.
"Mama?"
"Mommy?"
"Daddy?"
The married three snapped around at the sound to notice three five years standing by the stairs. Two brunette boys and a blonde girl stood close together, watching the three adults closely.
"Ah, kids." Agnes sighed, now sitting on a kitchen counter with a glass of liquor. "You can't control 'em. No matter how hard you try." She laughed before raising her glass to no-one and taking a drink.
Wanda, Vision, and Y/N shared a confused look before turning back to their kids.
"Well, hi!"
"Hi!"
"Hi, sweetheart!"
The three cooed, leaning down and holding their arms out wide for the kids, who gladly ran into them.
"How are you doing, buddy?"
"You're so big."
"Aw, you're so sweet."
"What's the first thing you do remember?" Hayward asked.
"Pain," Monica told him. "And then, Wanda's voice in my head."
"Did you try to resist?" Hayward questioned her.
"There was this feeling keeping me down. This hopeless feeling. Like drowning. It was grief."
Monica had been being examined by multiple doctors for hours now. Each had new tests they wanted her to take, and new things they wanted to check were working.
"You can sit up now." A female doctor told her.
"Great." Monica sighed, pushing herself up. "So am I cleared?" Monica asked with no real hope.
"Once I get a look at these." The woman said.
"Where's my uniform?" Monica questioned the doctor.
"In analysis."
"Mighty glad to have you back, Captain." Jimmy smiled, entering the room with Darcy and Clint behind him. "How are you feeling?"
"Like myself," Monica said with a small smile.
"Well, thank heavens for that." Jimmy grinned.
"What's the latest?" Monica asked, glancing at the two beside Jimmy.
"There's a briefing in ten. Pants are encouraged." She said, holding out a pair.
"This is Dr. Darcy Lewis. She's the one who discovered the broadcast." Jimmy introduced.
"I'm," Monica started, holding a hand out.
"Monica, I know. Big fan." Darcy grinned, shaking her hand with two.
"And this is,"
"Agent Clint Barton." Monica nodded, holding her hand out once more.
"Nice to meet you." Clint nodded, shaking her hand firmly once.
"We're going to need to do these again. There's something wrong with the machine." The doctor announced, walking back over.
"Those are blank," Darcy said, looking at the tablet in the doctor's hands.
"Like I said."
"Well, what about her labs?" Darcy asked.
"I need another blood draw." The doctor shrugged.
"No. No, we're done here." Monica denied, standing from the bed and walking away to change.
"She does that," Jimmy assured the doctor. "See you at the briefing." He called to Monica.
"Morning." Hayward greeted the assembled crowd. "We are now assessing a more clear picture of this crisis. And thanks to Captain Rambeau, we now have first-person intel from inside the Westview anomaly. Our initial theory had Wanda Maximoff as one of the many victims. We now know she is the principal victimizer." He said, causing Clint to grimace. "Jimmy."
"Quick history on our subject. Born in Sokovia in 1989 to Irina and Oleg Maximoff, both killed during an air raid when Maximoff and her brother were ten." Jimmy explained to the group.
"The twins were subsequently radicalized, volunteering at HYDRA," Hayward interjected.
"They were kids. The Maximoff's were tricked." Clint cut in.
"Either way, after unspecified experimentation with the Mind Stone, Maximoff somehow gained telekinetic and telepathic abilities," Jimmy said, trying to dissipate the room's tension.
"Barton, does Maximoff have an alias?" Hayward cut Jimmy off.
"No." Clint shook his head.
"No funny nickname, Hawkeye?"
"She wasn't interested in having an alias."
"And the earliest tracking had her using her powers against the Avengers. Is that correct?" Hayward pressed.
"She and her brother were scared kids who had been traumatized, beaten down, and manipulated for years. She made a mistake, and she fixed it." Clint defended his daughter's partner.
"And that's why Lagos and Germany turned out as they did." Hayward rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Jimmy," Hayward said, shooing Jimmy back into the group. "Now that we have the lay of the land, we can talk strategy."
"I try not to speak ill of people," Jimmy whispered to Darcy.
"Then allow me. Hayward's a dick." She said, causing Clint to smirk.
"Wanda is not a terrorist," Monica loudly said, drawing the three's attention back to the meeting.
"By your own account, you described the experience of being under mind-control as 'excruciating, terrifying, a violation.'" Hayward recited as the screens behind him began to play footage of her as Geraldine.
"My point is, I don't believe she has a political agenda," Monica said, swallowing harshly. "Or any inclinational toward destruction."
"Monica, she basted you halfway across New Jersey," Hayward said, staring at her blankly.
"And I survived because she chose to protect me." Monica defended her on-screen friend.
"She's holding thousands of people hostage, including Agent Y/N Barton," Hayward said, nodding to Clint.
"And it could have been thousands more if she hadn't put up her own quartine." Monica snapped. "Listen, I don't believe this is a premeditated act of aggression." She told the room.
"You don't? Bring up the visual." Hayward told an agent beside him. All the screens lit up now playing SWORD security footage. "This morning, I received authorization to share this highly-sensitive material from SWORD headquarters. Until very recently, it was the top-secret location of the Vision's corpse." Hayward said as everyone watched Wanda storm in SWORD headquarters, blasting doors open and breaking glass windows.
"A corpse that stolen from his grave on my property," Clint announced, rolling his eyes at the footage.
"We found it. And we weren't going to return it just for you to put billions of dollars worth of vibranium back in the ground." Hayward said as Clint glared at him.
"When was this?" Monica asked, watching the footage closely.
"Nine days ago. Maximoff stormed our facility, stole the Vision's body, and resurrected him." Hayward shrugged as he glanced over at a TV screen showing the current episode.
"But that's in direct violation of Section 36B of the Sokovia Accords," Jimmy said.
"And the Vision's own living will."
"He never wanted to a weapon."
"Maximoff, in her grief, disregarded his wishes. And possibly the wishes of Y/N Barton." Hayward told the assembled group. "All right, that's it for now. Let's work on the problem, people. Dismissed." He said, causing everyone to rush off.
"But how did she even do it?" Jimmy turned to Darcy. "Bring him back without the Mind Stone?"
"Who knows?" Darcy scoffed, shaking her head. "But she has the World's only vibranium synthezoid, playing Father-Knows-Best-In-Suburbia. What happens learns the truth? What happens when Y/N learns the truth?"
"I don't think he likes the water," Tommy said, staring at a sink filled with bubbles.
"But we have to get him clean, so Mama will let us keep him." Billy reasoned.
"I got Mommy's shampoo. It'll help him smell pretty," Luna said, pouring at least half the bottle into the already overflowing sink.
"Tommy! Billy! Luna!"
"Oh no! Mama's coming!"
"You know I don't miss the crying, but jeez Louise, did you have to learn to walk? You three never stay put. Unless you're innocently forming a human wall in front of the kitchen sink." Wanda said, staring between the three kids as she approached them.
"Is there really any way to innocently form a human wall?" Y/N asked, entering the kitchen to lean against the kitchen counter. "What are you three up to?"
None of the kids knew what to say, and none of them had a chance to say anything as there was a quiet sneeze.
"Bless you." Y/N and Wanda said together.
"Thank you." The kids said in unison before there was a quiet bark.
"Now tell me which one of you just barked?" Wanda asked, tilting her head at the three. "Scoot." Wanda sighed, causing the children to move away from the sink.
Once the kids had moved away, it was revealed that a small dog was sitting in the kitchen sink.
"Oh, boy." Y/N chuckled. "Busted kiddos."
"Waiter, what's this canine doing in my kitchen sink?" Wanda asked, turning to the kids.
"The doggy paddle?" Billy innocently suggested.
"Can we keep him, Mama?" Tommy asked, giving Wanda his best puppy dog eyes. "Please, Mommy?" He repeated to Y/N when she moved to stand beside Wanda.
"We'll be the best owners ever, Mama!" Luna reasoned with wide eyes. "Pretty, pretty, please?"
"Well, I'm sure his owners his miss him very much," Wanda said, attempting to reason with the three as Y/N pulled the dog out of the sink.
"There's isn't a collar, Wand," Y/N told her wife.
"Really?" Wanda asked, checking just to be sure.
"Can we keep him?"
"He was outside. Crying, alone."
"We can't just abandon him."
"They're really good at blackmail, Wand," Y/N said, melting at the kids pleading. "I'm cracking."
"Kiddos, taking care of a living thing is a big responsibility," Wanda told the three.
"That's right. Dogs need food, exercise, and training." Y/N nodded as Wanda pulled the pup into her arms.
"And belly rubs, and cuddles. And kisses between their little ears." Wanda cooed, clutching the dog close.
"Morning wives! Morning kids!" Vision exclaimed, entering the kitchen in his disguise before stopping in his tracks. "Good morning, unfamiliar wet animal." He said, grabbing his newspaper. "Who's this?"
"We're not sure yet," Y/N said as Wanda handed the dog back to her. "Could be ours!" Y/N said in a sing-song.
"Why so formal, honey?" Wanda asked, staring at Vision in confusion.
"Oh, it's just a precaution, really. I had a hunch someone might pop over." He said as the back door opened and Agnes entered the house.
"Hi, kiddos!" Agnes grinned, holding a dog kennel in her hand.
"With exactly the item we require." Vision said, sharing a look with Y/N as she put the dog down.
"My kitchen window told me someone got a new pooch!" Agnes cooed, putting the kennel on the counter. "Did you name him yet?"
"How about Sniffy?" Tommy suggested, watching the tiny dog sniff around the kitchen.
"How 'bout Sparky?" Agnes joked after the dog had sniffed an electrical socket.
"Well, should we make it official?" Wanda smiled before making a collar appear in her hands to the shock of her partners.
"Wanda!" Y/N hissed, moving closer to the two.
"What?" Wanda asked in genuine confusion.
"Agnes was right there!" Vision whispered.
"She didn't notice," Wanda assured her partners. "She didn't even notice when the kids went from babies to five-year-olds." She joked.
"Oh, so I can send a tornado through the kitchen now, and it's fine?" Y/N shook her head.
"This is not what we agreed upon," Vision told her. "You made no effort to conceal your abilities."
"I'm tired of hiding, Vis." Wanda shook her head. "And maybe the two of you don't have to either." She suggested, taking Y/N's hand and placing her other hand on Vision's face.
"Wanda, since we've moved here, it's been all about fitting in. How is this fitting in?" Y/N sighed.
"Usually, the three of us are so much of the same mind, but right now, what aren't you telling us?" Vision asked her.
"So is Sparky our dog, Daddy?" Luna asked, interrupting the three's conversation.
"Please, Mommy?" Billy and Tommy asked in unison.
"I've cracked." Y/N sighed. "I'm all for a dog." She told her husband and wife. The two turned to look at her, and the three had a silent conversation that ended with Y/N letting out a sigh.
"Kids, three of us don't think you're ready to properly care for an animal until you're at least,"
"Ten. Ten." Vision coughed.
"Ten years old." Wanda finished. The three kids looked sad for a moment before they shared a long silent look and smirked.
"Wait, no, no, no."
"Wait, now hang on a minute."
"Don't even think about what you're thinking about."
The three of you tried to scold the kids, but it was too late. The kids had made up their minds.
Within seconds the kids were shooting up like beanstalks and were suddenly older.
"Let's just hope this dog stays the same size." Agnes joked.
"I need a coffee." Y/N sighed, holding a hand to her head.
"Can we have coffee too, Mom?" Luna asked as the boys nodded with her.
"No!" All three parents exclaimed, eyes wide.
"Okay. Okay, I've got it." Monica said, standing in front of the whiteboard with a texter in hand. "What I need is a ten thousand pound fallout shelter comprised of lead for photons, cadmium for neutrons, tantalum for seismic blasts, on wheels. And then, I would be able to safely re-enter Westview, right?" She asked the woman before her.
"Yes. Theoretically." Darcy nodded.
"I can work with theoretically."
"Better make sure that things a two-seater." Clint piped up from where he watched the TV, showcasing his daughter and her family. "Because you're not going in alone."
"What'd I miss?" Jimmy asked, entering the room with a tray of coffees.
"The kids aged up to ten," Darcy said as she and Clint quickly grabbed a coffee each.
"Holy Christmas. At this rate, they'll be empty nesters by dinnertime." Jimmy commented.
"I know an aerospace engineer who'd be up for the challenge." Monica smiled, looking away from the board.
"But I can't guarantee the Hex won't just mind-wipe you as you go in," Darcy warned the woman, causing the other three in the room to face her.
"The Hex?" Clint asked, raising a brow.
"Oh yeah, it's what I'm calling the anomaly because of its hexagonal shape. It's starting the catch on." Darcy said, causing Monica to look at the men who shook their heads. "You really want to go back in there? After everything you went through?"
"Yeah." Monica nodded. "Yeah, I do."
"Have we identified these minors yet? Or the newborns?"
"The kids aren't someone else's," Clint interjected. "Pay close attention to the hair, the eye colors, their faces. They look exactly like their parents," Clint said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"The kids are theirs." Monica agreed. "Everything might look fake on the TV, but everything is real."
"But Wanda manipulates people's perceptions, makes them hallucinate." Jimmy pointed out.
"Yeah, that's her whole bag. If all the sets and props and wardrobe were solid matter, that would mean she's wielding an insane amount of power." Darcy told him.
"Far exceeding anything she's displayed in the past."
"She could have taken out Thanos on her own," Clint said. "She was ripping apart his very being before he made that bitch move. No-one even came close to taking him down on their own."
"Well, I'd argue Captain Marvel came close." Jimmy shrugged.
"Her powers come from an infinity stone, too, right?" Darcy asked, looking at everyone for an answer.
"We are not talking about her. We are talking about Wanda." Monica said, moving over to the board filled with pictures. "Darcy? What was that you were saying about props and sets and," Monica trailed off, plucking the photo of the red helicopter from the sixties episode.
"Wardrobe?"
"Where's the lab?" Monica asked her.
"Two tents away. Why?" Darcy asked, but she never got an answer as Monica rushed out of the room. Clint, Darcy, and Jimmy shared looks with one another before Jimmy and Darcy raced after Monica. Clint stayed in the room, intently watching the screen before him.
"What are we looking for?" Jimmy asked as Monica pushed the doors open.
"That," Monica said, staring at her seventies costume.
"Oh, man, are we being mind-controlled to see that right now?" Darcy gasped.
"Jeepers Creepers!" Jimmy cringed.
"Oh no. It's real, all right." Monica grinned after reading off a computer screen. "Can I borrow this?" Monica asked, taking Jimmy's gun from his pocket.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jimmy said, reaching out for the gun as Darcy covered her ears. Monica shot at her costume several times, causing absolutely no damage to the clothes.
"Whoa!" Darcy grinned.
"You had a bulletproof vest on when you went inside, didn't you?" Jimmy asked, picking up one of the flattened bullets.
"Those pants are 87% Kevlar," Monica explained. "It's not an illusion. Wanda is rewriting reality."
"Permanently?"
"If she can changes things as they go into the Hex,"
"Ah, you called it the Hex!" Darcy smirked.
"What happens if we send something in that requires no change?" Monica elaborated.
Computational Services had been upgraded into the 1980s. Vision and the rest of the Computational Services employees had spent much of the day setting up the new computing systems around the office.
"So you're telling me this is a typewriter, a Rolodex, and a calendar all in one? What else can it do? Find me a wife?" Norm joked, sitting at his desk staring amazedly at the new computer.
"Eventually, yes." Vision agreed as he sat down.
"It's a hell of a thing watching you work these computers, Vision. It's like you speak their language." Norm complimented.
"What do you think, Norm? Should we surf the Internet?" Vision asked, moving to stand beside the man.
"Cowabunga, dude." Norm grinned, giving his seat up to Vision."Hey, look, we got electronic mail already!" Norm cheered as Vision booted the computer up.
"It's called an email, Norm." Vision gently corrected him. "What are you looking for?"
"Letter opener," Norm said after rifling through the draws.
"Ah, we don't need that. We're already cutting edge." Vision said, opening the email.
"SWORD. Top secret communique. Authenticate." Norm read aloud before Vision noticed the rest of the office reading the same email in unison.
"Doctor Darcy Lewis' findings regarding Maximoff's Anomaly. High levels of radiation present at the perimeter. Effect on Westview residents unknown. Please advise." The office chorused as Vision stared at his coworkers in shock and fear as the words of email sunk in. But no-one else was scared.
Everyone else was laughing.
"Well, come on, pal. What are we gonna write back?" Norm chuckled. "You're the office funny guy. It's a joke, can't you tell. None of it is real." He said as Vision tried to read the computer, but he felt nothing.
Vision turned to stare at his coworker as an idea formed, and without a word, he rose to his feet and pressed his fingers to Norm's temples.
Vision could sense a wall in Norm's mind. It was blocking Norm's memories, and it was strong but not stronger than Vision.
Norm transformed before Vision's eyes. His cheerful friend was suddenly reduced to a stammering panicked mess.
"Please, please, help me," Norm begged, his hands grasping at Visions. "What day is it? How long has it been? Where's my phone? I have to call my sister." He gasped, letting go of Vision and shoving papers and objects on his desk aside as he searched for his phone.
"Norm."
"She's taking care of our dad. He's sick." Norm rambled, tossing papers aside. "Where is my phone?"
"Calm yourself, Norm. I can't understand what you're trying to tell me." Vision whispered, leaning closer to the man.
"You have to stop her," Norm begged, fists clutching Vision's suit.
"Stop who?"
"She's in my head. None of it is my own. It hurts. It hurts so much. Just make her stop." Norm begged, clutching Vision's suit tighter. "Just make her stop!" Norm yelled before Vision touched his temples once more and restored the wall.
Norm shook his head slightly as his hands fell limply at his side before he smiles at Vision.
"Now tell me this, if I send an email, where would I put the stamp? Technology." Norm chuckled as Vision shakily walked back to his desk.
"I'm just going to go to the store," Y/N told her wife as she pulled on a jacket.
"Oh, I'll tell the kids to put their shoes on. We'll all go for a walk." Wanda nodded.
"No, it's okay. I want to go on my own." Y/N shook her head quickly.
"Are you sure, hon? Because whatever we need, I can, just make it appear." Wanda smiled at her own joke before frowning as Y/N grabbed her bag. "Why don't you want us to come?" Wanda questioned her.
"Because I need five minutes to think. And I think a walk would do me some good." Y/N sighed.
"What can't you think about here?" Wanda pressed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"It's not here. I just need some time to mull things over." Y/N promised.
"What's there to mull over?"
"Why are you pushing me on this? What's so hard to understand about this?" Y/N asked, turning to Wanda with a frown.
"It's hard for me to understand why you're acting like this. Did I do something? Did the kids?" Wanda wondered.
"No. Never," Y/N promised, taking Wanda's hand. "It just been a lot of changes recently, and I need just a second to comprehend them all," Y/N said, squeezing her wife's hand.
"Fine. Whatever. Go for your walk. We'll be here." Wanda shook her head, pulling her hand free.
"Look, we'll talk when I get back. I love you." Y/N said, leaning over to kiss Wanda quickly before leaving the house.
"Love you too," Wanda called.
What neither woman had noticed were the three spying kids, who'd heard everything and were now looking at each other worriedly.
"Sit, Sparky. Sit. Good boy!" Billy cheered.
Wanda had snapped out of her thoughts after several long minutes. And once she had snapped out of her head, she needed a distraction. And so, she had called the kids into the living room and asked them to show her the tricks they'd been teaching Sparky.
"Speak!" Billy commanded, causing the dog to let out a bark. "Nice, Sparky. Now spin. Good boy!" Billy said, feeding the dog a treat as his mother, sister and brother clapped.
"Oh! Bravo, Billy! You weren't so bad either, Sparky!" Wanda complimented, causing the boy to smile widely.
"That was radical!" Tommy exclaimed, jumping to his feet and pulling Luna to hers.
"Can we show Daddy?" Luna asked, turning to her mother.
"Oh, he's at work," Wanda told her daughter apologetically.
"It's Saturday, Mama," Billy said as he and his siblings looked much more disappointed than a second ago.
"No, it's not. It's Monday." Wanda waved him off.
"This morning was Saturday," Tommy told her.
"There was an emergency at the office, and your father had to go in. End of story." Wanda said, causing the kids to look between one another. "Look, he just. He needed a distraction."
"Like Mom?" Billy frowned.
"What?"
"Dad and Mom needed a distraction from us?" Luna asked with a sad expression.
"No! No way! No!" Wanda denied, rushing over to the three. "Sometimes, your dad, your mom, and I aren't on the same page," Wanda said, wrapping her arms around her children. "But it's just temporary." She promised, leading the three over to the couch. "Like the three of you, you might fight over toys, but you're always going to be siblings. You're always going to be Luna's brothers, and she's always going to be your sister, and you boys will always be each other's twin. Because family is forever." Wanda assured the three.
"Do you have a sibling, Mama?" Tommy wondered.
"I do. Yeah, I have a brother." Wanda nodded. "He's far away from here, and that makes me sad sometimes." She said before Sparky began to bark loudly.
"Hey, Sparky, what's up, boy?" Billy asked after the dog jumped out of his arms and rushed to the door.
"Something's scaring him!" Tommy exclaimed as Sparky growled at the door.
"Mama?" Luna asked, watching as her mother's face became blank.
"Stay here," Wanda said, standing from the couch.
Wanda moved towards the door and opened it, causing Sparky to bolt outside.
"Sparky!" The kids yelled, running off behind their mother.
"I know this tech is from the '80s, but can we sharpen the visuals?" Hayward asked, watching the screen intently over Monica's shoulder.
"Working on it," Monica told him. "Maximoff located." She said as she flew closer to the house.
"Well done." Hayward complimented with a blank face.
"We can't see the drone on the broadcast," Clint announced from behind.
"Wanda's framing it out of the shot." Jimmy deduced.
"Just like all the jump cuts. Wanda decides what makes it onto her show and what doesn't." Darcy added.
"And here we go. You're up." Hayward told Monica.
"Wanda, this is Captain Monica Rambeau. Can you hear me? I just want to talk, that's it." Monica said into the headpiece, staring at the black and white screen, a black and white screen that showed Wanda's glowing red eyes.
"No joy." Hayward sighed.
"Wait, my controls aren't working. Reconnect patch." Monica said as an alarm began to ding beside her.
"Disregard. Take the shot." Hayward shook his head before turning to a man to the side.
"What? No. The drone isn't armed." Monica shook her head, glancing at the man to her side as she desperately tried to take control back of the drone.
"Take the shot," Hayward commanded before the screen fritzed out and died.
"What did you do?" Clint demanded, rushing towards the director. "What did you do?"
He repeated before several alarms began to blare.
"There's a breach, sir."
Everyone jumped to their feet and rushed outside as the alarms continued to blast.
Cars were loaded as everyone raced as close to the boundary line as they dared. When the agents jumped out of the car, Monica, Clint, Darcy, and Jimmy's noticed, much to their horror, that they were all armed.
The four and Hayward had just pushed their way to the front of the gathering when Wanda emerged from Westview.
Dragging behind her SWORD's drone.
"Is this yours?" Wanda asked, throwing the drone at Hayward's feet.
"The missile was just a precaution. You can hardly blame us, Wanda." Hayward tried to reason.
"Oh, I think I can. This will be your only warning. Stay out of my home." Wanda said, staring blankly at the director. "You don't bother me. I won't bother you."
"I wish it could be that simple. You've taken an entire town hostage." Hayward said, attempting to appeal to Wanda's moral compass.
"I'm not the one with the guns director," Wanda mentioned, staring at the weapons in disdain.
"But you are the one in control," Monica spoke up.
"You're still here." Wanda acknowledged, creating a ball of red energy in her hand.
"Wanda, I didn't know the drones were armed. But you know, don't you? A town full of civilians, and you, a telepath, brought a SWORD agent into your home. You trusted me to help deliver your babies. You trusted me with Y/N and Vision. On some level, Wanda, you know I'm an ally. I wanna help you." Monica told the woman.
"How? What could you possibly have to offer me?" Wanda questioned her.
"Well, what do you want, kiddo?" Clint asked, taking a step towards her.
"I have what I want. And you, all of you, will stay from them," Wanda said, glaring at Clint. "No-one is ever going to take them from me or hurt them again," Wanda said before turning to Hayward as her hand glowed red.
Every one of SWORD's agent's eyes burned a bright red as they turned their guns on Hayward.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Stand down!" Hayward exclaimed as Wanda turned away.
"Wanda!"
Wanda paid no attention to those calling her name or the chaos behind her as she neared the Hex.
Wanda appeared to almost rip the Hex apart as she entered it.
And the shock of everyone watching, the entirety of the Hex changed from a cool blue to a bright burning red.
"Hey, stranger." Y/N grinned as her husband exited Computational Services. "Want to walk me home?"
"You know you should never walk anywhere with a stranger." Vision scolded as he walked closer to Y/N. "The likelihood in which,"
"Vis." Y/N cut him off, raising a brow, continuing to smile.
"Sorry." Vision blushed. "I'd love to walk with you, darling." He smiled, taking Y/N's hand as the two set off for home.
"I told Wanda I was going for a walk." Y/N mentioned as she swung her's and Vision's hands. "I might have made her suspicious."
"Suspicious of what?" Vision wondered, turning his head to her.
"What I can't tell her," Y/N said. "I hate doing it, but I lied to her so I could talk to you. Privately. Vis, there's something weird about this town."
"I know." Vision nodded. "I, too, have noticed abnormalities in the town. As well as with the people."
"You mean with Agnes this morning?" Y/N wondered, frowning as she thought back on their neighbor's behavior.
"I mean with Agnes and Herb. Mr. and Mrs. Hart. Geraldine and her mysterious disappearance. And just recently with Norm."
"The guy in your office?"
"Darling, I have a confession." Vision sighed, pulling Y/N over to a bench. "We received an email about work regarding 'The Maximoff Anamoly.' Everyone disregarded it as a joke, but I had a feeling it meant something, so I looked into Norm's mind."
"Vis."
"I found a wall in his mind, and when I was able to breach it, he changed," Vision told her.
"Changed how?" Y/N asked, cocking her head slightly.
"He was scared, Y/N." Vision said. "And I believe he was scared of Wanda." He added.
"Wanda? Our wife?"
"Yes. Norm's memories seemed to have been blocked by Wanda, and so, I have to ask something of you." Vision said. Y/N caught onto his train of thought quickly and shook her head at the man.
"No Vis, we agreed," Y/N said, crossing her arms. "Even playing ground between the three of us."
"I understand that darling, but I don't remember anything before Westview." Vision revealed. "I have been through all my systems and processors, and nothing is stopping me from remembering. The memories just simply aren't there."
"And you want to see if Wanda has blocked my memories?" Y/N asked after a second of thought.
"Darling, I know how it sounds, but can you remember your family? Your parents? Where you grew up? Do you remember how we met? Because I don't." Vision told her.
"I can never remember our wedding," Y/N whispered as the pieces began to fall into place.
Everything Vision was saying made sense. She couldn't remember any of those things and never had been able to.
Y/N had always brushed the idea of not remembering anything to the side, scolding herself for being silly.
But maybe she wasn't.
"Okay. I trust you, Vis. You can break the rule just this once." Y/N said. Vision gave her a gentle smile before raising his fingers to her temples. Y/N's eyes closed as Vision entered her mind before he jumped back with a yelp.
"Ah!"
"Vis?" Y/N asked, eyes snapping open and staring at her husband in shock.
"There's something stronger than Wanda's wall blocking your memories," Vision told her, wriggling his fingers. "I'm sorry, darling, but I can't break it." He apologized.
"It's okay. You tried." Y/N smiled, grabbing his hand with hers. "I think we need to talk to Wanda."
"I think you're right." Vision agreed, rising to his feet with Y/N following.
"Sparky!"
"Come here, Sparky!"
"Sparky! Sparky!"
The four had been searching for the small dog for what felt like hours, but there was still no sign of Sparky.
"Hey, what's the trouble, kids?" Dennis, the mailman, asked as he walked past.
"We can't find our dog," Luna told the man.
"Ah, don't worry. He's sure to turn up. Your mom won't let him get far." Dennis promised. "Ma'am." He tipped his head.
"I just don't know where he could've gone." Wanda sighed as the four continued down the street.
"Sparky!
"Sparky!"
"Sparky! Sparky!"
The kids made it to the end of the street when the bushes began to rustle. The kids let out excited gasps of 'Sparky' before Agnes stood, holding a small bundle with a remorseful face.
Tommy let out a gasp as Wanda's face fell, and Luna clutched Billy's hand.
"I didn't want to come until I'd wrapped him up," Agnes said, staring at the four sadly.
"What happened to him?" Wanda demanded, moving closer to her friend.
"Found him in my azalea bushes. Don't know how many leaves he ate. I didn't find him until it was too late. Oh, Tommy, Billy, Luna, I'm so sorry." Agnes apologized.
The kids turned to each other with teary eyes before nodding.
"Wait. Don't. Don't." Wanda said, catching onto their plan.
"Don't what?" Tommy demanded.
"Don't age yourselves up," Wanda told the three as she bent in front of them. "The urge to run from this feeling is powerful, I know."
"It's too sad." Billy shook his head as Tommy took Luna's other hand.
"You can fix anything, Mama. Fix the dead." Tommy said.
"Please, Mama. Please fix this. Bring Sparky back." Luna begged, squeezing her brother's hands.
"What? No." Wanda shook her head as she pulled back.
"You can do that?" Agnes asked, staring at Wanda in wonder.
"I am trying to tell you that there are rules in life, okay?" Wanda said as she kneeled on the concert. "We can't rush aging just because it's convenient. And we can't reverse death. No matter how sad it makes us, okay? Some things are forever." Wanda told them.
"You said family is forever." Billy reminded her.
"He is family," Tommy said.
"Bring him back, Mama, please," Luna begged.
"Bring who back?"
The four turned at the sound of Vision's voice to see him and Y/N standing behind them.
"Oh, sweethearts." Y/N sighed, glancing at the bundle in Agnes' arms.
"Come here." Vision said as he and Y/N pulled the kids into an embrace.
When the six had arrived home, the kids had rushed directly to their rooms, refusing even dinner.
Wanda had taken it upon herself to console the children while Y/N packed away Sparky's belongings and Vision buried the dog.
"How are the kids?" Vision asked, moving to wash his hands.
"A little heartbroken, but they'll be alright," Wanda told him.
"The kids are tough. Give them time." Y/N said, throwing a ball into the basket.
"It's not often you get a dog and bury them in the same day." Vision commented, scrubbing the dirt from beneath his fingernails.
"Well, life moves pretty fast out in the suburbs," Wanda commented, taking the basket of Sparky's toys as Y/N and Vision shared a look.
"I spoke with Norm." Vision said, drying his hands on a tea towel.
"Oh?"
"I unearthed the man's suppressed personality and spoke to him free of your oversight. He was in pain, Wanda." Vision told her.
"Vision, listen, can we just,"
"Wanda, why is there a wall in my mind?" Y/N cut her off.
"Excuse me?"
"Vision saw. There are two walls in my mind."
"Sweethearts, it's been a long day." Wanda shook her head. "Can we just,"
"What? Watch TV? Turn in for the night so you can change everything over again?" Vision scoffed.
"No, Wanda." Y/N shook her head. "You can't run away from this. You can't run away from us."
"You can't control us the way you do them." Vision said, moving to stand beside Y/N at the island.
"Can't I?" Wanda tilted her head. There was an air of finality to her tone as she turned her back on her wife and husband and walked to the door. "I'm going to bed."
"No, you're not!" Y/N snapped, walking around the island.
"What is the 'Maximoff Anomaly'?" Vision asked, following after Y/N.
"The what?"
"I have to believe that this, whatever this is, was subconscious at first and that you only recently became aware of it." Vision said, glancing around the kitchen.
"Aware of what?" Wanda asked before walking into the living room.
"Wanda, whatever you're doing to the rest of the town, is wrong!" Y/N said, following after her.
"Norm has a family, Wanda!" Vision exclaimed his anger so vast he lost control of his disguise. "He has a family, and he can't reach them because you won't let him reach them!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Wanda yelled.
"Stop lying!" Vision shouted as he began to float.
"Wanda, what is happening here?" Y/N demanded as she and Wanda joined Vision in the air. "You can't deny what's happening in this town isn't normal."
"This, all of this is for us," Wanda told the two. "So let me handle it."
"What is outside of Westview?" Vision demanded.
"You don't wanna know, I promise you." Wanda shook her head.
"You're not allowed to make that choice for us, Wanda," Y/N told the woman.
"You've never talked to me like before. Neither of you has ever spoken to me like this before." Wanda shook her head sadly as she brought herself back to the ground.
"Before? Before what?" Y/N asked.
"I don't remember before! I don't remember my life before Westview! I don't know who I am!" Vision yelled. "I'm scared!" He declared.
"You are my husband. You are Y/N's husband. You are Billy, Tommy and Luna's father." Wanda said as Vision and Y/N slowly lowered themselves to the ground. "Isn't that enough?"
"Wanda, why don't the kids have any grandparents?" Y/N asked her. "Why can't I remember the last time I saw my family? Why haven't I spoken to them since we moved here?"
"Why are there no other children in Westview?" Vision added.
"Will the two of you just stop?" Wanda asked, walking away from the two.
"No. We won't."
"The playground stands empty every time I walk past it. Why? Why have I never spoken to either of your parents? Where are mine?" Vision asked her.
"Do you two really think I am controlling everything? That I am somehow in charge of everybody in Westview? I'm walking their dogs, mowing their lawns, getting them to their dentist appointments on time? I mean." Wanda emotionlessly chuckled as she collapsed onto the couch. "I don't know how any of this started." Wanda finally admitted.
"Wanda, what you're doing here is wrong." Vision said, kneeling beside her.
"What you're doing to these people is wrong." Y/N tacked on, sitting on the coffee table before the doorbell rang.
At the sound, the three all perked up and looked over at the door.
"I didn't do that." Wanda shook her head at the noise. "I, you don't believe me." Wanda realized, shaking her head.
"I want to, but at this point, I'm ignoring statistics entirely," Vision told her.
"You still haven't answered any of our questions," Y/N said when Wanda looked over to her.
When the doorbell rang again, Wanda wiped the tears from her eyes and walked towards the door.
With a sigh, Y/N and Vision rose to their feet and stood behind Wanda to see her freeze at the man on the other side of the door.
"Wanda, who is it?" Vision asked, staring at the white-haired man.
"Long lost bro get to squeeze his stinkin' sister to death or what?" The man wondered.
"Pietro?" Wanda whispered, staring at the man in confusion. "Oh." She happily sighed when he pulled her into his chest.
"Who's the popsicle and the broad?"