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vlansy · 3 months ago

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“so perfect for me”

i know places - chapter 8

dark!wandanat x reader

ch 7 | ch 9 (coming soon)

s: hurt then more hurt, then comfort, then two girls kissing and then Natasha's touching me oooooooooh

wc: 4.5k

tw: somophilia (slightly), housewife kink, fear of being alone, free use, nude pictures/videos, anxiety, stockholm syndrome, slapping, oral (on a strap), mean!daddynatasha, soft!mommywanda, arguments, throat fucking, straps referred to as cocks, anal, cock warming, spanking, cuddling

a/n: i love youuuuuu - this chapter only has smut between natasha and reader

It was raining when I finally rolled out of bed. My legs and core ached, I didn’t know which one of them had done it, my body was used to sleeping through it. Every morning they were typically up earlier than me. And typically they used me before they got up.

The shower was on, probably Natasha. She liked to work out in the morning. Plus she wasn’t very good at cooking breakfast.

I did have a light green nightie on but I still wrapped a small robe around me. The door was open and there were faint sounds coming from the kitchen.

Wanda was in there, fully dressed already. So she was going to work. I internally groaned, not ready to spend a whole day with daddy.

“Good morning princess.”

She was smearing strawberry cream cheese on some bagels.

“Hi mommy.” I wrapped myself around her as she continued to work.

Eventually we made our way to the table, I sat in her lap as she drank her coffee and ate her food. Then Natasha came down the stairs.

She was fully dressed too.

“Want a bagel?” Wanda asked as Natasha walked to the kitchen.

“I’ll just eat something there. We need to go soon.”

“Both of you?” I asked suddenly.

My heart beat uncomfortably hard in my chest. I didn’t like being alone, I hadn’t been for weeks. Even when I still lived at h— my old house, I hated being alone.

Natasha sighed, “I knew we should have told her last night.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, not even replying to the bait. Instead she set a hand on my cheek. “It’s just until five.”

“That’s so long.” I whispered. My hands couldn’t help but reach out for her. Her gaze didn’t soften at all. I looked at Natasha, pleading with her.

Natasha looked away, my heart sank. Were they really going to leave me? What was I even supposed to do without them?

Natasha set a box down on the table and slid it to me. “Here.” She said, her voice quiet.

I opened the box, inside was an ipad. “It’s got parental locks on it. You can only contact us.”

It was better than nothing, but still it didn’t really help matters.

But what I had to say didn’t matter. Even as tears formed in my eyes they still walked out the door. The silence was deafening. Even as I watched their car pull out of the driveway I couldn’t help my aching heart.

What if this is a trap?

I tried to shake the thought, walking back to the safety of my room. What if they wanted me to fuck up somehow? They wanted to find some way to punish me?

No. Mommy and daddy don’t do that anymore. They don’t…

I put the ipad on my bed and walked over to my closet. Deciding to wear something more comfortable then they would normally pick out for me.

Other than cleaning up dinner, I really didn't have to do any chores around the house. I just assumed one of them always did them. The hamper in my room however was almost full.

I took it to the laundry room, which I found right off to the side of the living room behind a set of double doors. So I started a load, which killed about five minutes.

Just eight more hours to go…

I had noticed it last week, when they both had to work more than usual. Natasha was messy. Constantly leaving clothes all over the ground and empty cups around the house. Mommy and daddy seemed too busy with me to really clean after themselves.

Feeling self conscious about it, I started to pick up. I had never minded cleaning, it gave me something to do now.

Thankfully, cleaning it all up took about an hour. Only seven more. I went back up to my room, unsure if I was even allowed to watch TV.

Was I allowed to go to the bathroom? Or eat? Or even clean?

Everything had been their decision, I hadn’t done anything in weeks.

I opened the ipad, the cover a picture of the three of us. Natasha must have taken it, Wanda and I were fast asleep.

Fuck I missed them.

I went to the messages, quickly texting the only two contacts in the ipad.

me: hi

The response came a couple minutes later.

Nat: sorry princess, super busy.

My heart sank and I closed the device completely. I needed to do something.

It was only 10:30, I couldn’t eat breakfast again or start lunch.

The ipad dinged, I immediately grabbed it. My heart sank almost instantly.

remindeder: drink water baby <3

I groaned, grabbing my water bottle and taking a drink from it.

The ipad was completely locked up, but I was able to download some games. I spent an hour playing those. It seemed like the clock in the corner of the screen was moving extra slow just to torture me.

At least I was getting hungry. They had never restricted food from me before but they always fed me. Plus they made all the meals…what was I even supposed to eat?

I opened the fridge and it was full, but there were so many options. Instantly I was overwhelmed, trying to think about what they might choose for me to eat.

I hated being alone, all I wanted was for them to cook me something. I sat down at the kitchen table. It seemed so huge without them.

me: mama can I please call you?

After a few minutes the ipad started ringing with a facetime. I set it up so she could see me.

“Hi princess.”

“Hi mommy.”

“What’s wrong?”

I shrugged, pulling my knees up to my chest.

“We’re super busy, trying to figure out logistics for our next mission. So I can’t be here for long.”

Tears welled in my eyes but I kept them at bay. “I just don’t know what to eat.” I said just loud enough for her to hear. “And can I watch TV? or do anything?”

Wanda smiled at me. “You can do whatever you want, just don’t go outside or into any of the locked rooms. Now, why don’t you make a grilled cheese and some tomato soup, that always makes you feel better.”

The tears stopped forming, “Okay mommy.”

“I need to go. Bye darling.”

“I love you mommy.”

Wanda smiled again, “I love you too.”

The grilled cheese did make me feel better, so did having the TV on. I didn’t really watch it, I just stared out the big sliding glass doors off to the left of the tv. The rain had stopped once I had changed the laundry.

The yard really was beautiful, the whole house was. All perfectly made for me…

You could leave. They aren’t here to chase you

I shook the thought away, angry at myself for even having it. They probably had cameras and sensors everywhere. Stupid idea.

Plus they loved me. They really loved me for me.

I grabbed my ipad, trying to distract my line of thinking. For some reason, I opened the photos app out of curiosity. I should have just left it alone.

It was full of pictures and videos of me. All of them dirty and disgusting. No matter how much praise I still didn’t like all the things they made me do. I didn’t even know they took pictures and videos of most of this stuff.

Still, my core got wet looking at them. They did love me, they knew what was best.

I put down my ipad, deciding to get up and do something for the next couple of hours. Maybe I could cook dinner? I knew some basic meals but I quickly went online and searched for some.

The fridge was fully stocked, but I wanted something that would make me feel better. So pasta.

I cleaned the kitchen, killing another hour or so before I started dinner. The timing was perfect somehow, I could hear their car pulling in when I was draining the pasta.

I quickly ran into their arms, both of them wrapping around me.

“We missed you too.” Natasha mumbled, kissing the top of my head.

“I um… I cooked dinner.” I said softly.

Wanda hummed, walking away from us. Natasha pulled be back into her, kissing my lips quickly.

Immediately her hands started to touch me, grabbing my ass and tits harshly. I yelped in pain but her mouth swallowed any noises. Natasha pushed us back until I felt my hips hit something.

I opened my eyes with Natasha’s lips still on mine. She had pushed us all the way to the kitchen.

“I set the table.” I mumbled against her lips.

“I don’t care.”

She flipped me around, shoving my face onto the cold wooden table. The table rattled as she pushed her hips into mine, grabbing onto my ass.

I cried out as she spanked me, pulling up my dress to reveal the pink skin. I heard her pulling down her pants and pressing her bare skin against me.

She didn’t prepare me for her cock, shoving it into me brutally. I sobbed out as she opened me up.

“Fuck I missed this.” Natasha groaned.

“The food…”

She slapped my ass. “We’ll warm it back up. Shut up and take it.”

I had been so overwhelmed for them to come home and all she wanted was to use me. Tears began flowing, right onto the table that I had spent so long making.

She doesn’t love me…

Natasha groaned her hips burying herself to the hilt as she came. I held back my sobs, biting my lip so hard the metallic tang of blood was on my tongue.

She pulled out, pulling my dress back down and lightly slapping my ass.

“Smells good.”

After a couple of seconds I stood up, tears still falling down my face.

Did she ever love me?

Natasha sat down in her usual chair, checking her phone as she scooted her chair in. “Make me a plate, Wans too.”

She wouldn’t even look at me. Did she even care about me at all?

I took my time making mommy’s plate. Even swirling the noodles to make it look pretty, placing the chicken on top and the vegetables to the side so they wouldn’t touch. I just threw Natasha’s plate together, uncaring about how it looked or if she got enough sauce.

I set Wanda’s plate down gently, especially now that she was sitting. Now she was dressed in her usual attire, a long shirt and sweats. She looked beautiful.

I slammed Natasha’s plate down on the table, not even looking at her as I walked back into the kitchen to grab their wine. I wish I couldn’t spit in hers.

I was never like this before. I would have never had such mean thoughts about a person. She made me into this.

I did the same with their glasses as I did with their plates.

“Wanna sit with mama.” I grumbled, taking a step towards Wanda’s chair.

Natasha yanked me back into her, sitting me down in her lap.

“What the fuck was that about?” She asked. I wouldn’t look at her, I even crossed my arms over my chest.

“Yeah you don’t wanna fucking talk to me?”

Natasha’s hand was harsh against my cheek but not even then did I relent. I had never been this mad before. She knew it too.

She threw me to the ground, grabbing my hair and yanking me onto my knees. She smacked me again and again until my ears were ringing. It took everything in me to not give in but I didn’t. Still, silent tears ran down my face from the pain.

“Get under the table.” She barked, grabbing her glass of wine and drinking from it.

I didn’t move, I didn’t care anymore. It was just more proof that she didn’t love me.

“You fucking bitch.” She growled, throwing the rest of the glass on me.

I shrieked out, covering my face but she didn’t let me. She kicked me into the puddle on the floor. She pressed her foot down onto my neck. “Get under the table now or I’ll beat you until you’re choking on your own fucking blood.”

Cold, wet, and defeated I crawled under the table. Natasha unzipped her pants once again, pulling my head into her cock.

“Hold it.”

I choked and sputtered around her cock, choking on the length of it. She didn’t care. One of her hands stayed at the back of my head, barely giving me enough space to pull back slightly.

I heard them eating, at least in silence for a while. My stomach growled, I knew the food had to be good.

“What do you think her problem is?” Wanda asked.

“She’s a fucking cunt.”

“Nat.” Wanda warned. “What’d you do to her while I was changing?”

Natasha paused, “I fucked her.”

Wanda hummed, setting something down on the table. “Maybe she’s sore.”

“I don’t really care.”

Wanda mumbled something but Natasha didn’t respond. They ate the rest of dinner in silence, only the sound of their forks scraping filled the air.

“Get out.” Natasha said, her voice sounding defeated.

I scrambled off her cock, finally breathing in a full breath for the first time in a while. I knelt in front of her, still cold and dripping with her wine.

“Explain yourself.” Natasha said.

I swallowed hard, my throat hurt from Natasha's abuse. “I just missed you all day. T-then you come home…and all you want is to…do that.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “Stand up.” She set her glass of wine down, standing up in front of me. She grabbed my throat, her fingernails digging into me.

“I own you. I use you when I want, where I want and, how I want. Got it?”

I reluctantly nodded.

“Nat.” Wanda said firmly from behind me.

“What?”

“Darling, go to your room.”

“What?” Nataha asked again

“Now.”

Natasha practically threw me off of her. I was happy to escape to my room. I ran up there, slamming the door behind me.

I changed out of my pretty dress, throwing it on the ground and wanting to stomp on it. I wish I had one of mommy’s shirts to put on but I had just washed them all. I found the most comfortable thing I could find and slipped into shorts and tank.

I went to go lay in my bed but I could hear them shouting at one another. Dread filled me, did I really make her that mad? And mommy? Why was she so mad?

I had to stop doing stuff wrong. I didn’t want them to get rid of me. I just needed to be good. I needed to take what they gave me.

The shouting stopped then footsteps began coming towards me. I ran into my bed, slipping under the covers completely.

The door opened and then closed again.

“Princess?”

I got out of my burrow, being greeted by Wanda holding a plate full of food.

“Am I in trouble?” I asked instantly.

She smiled at me, although her eyes looked sad. “Couples disagree all the time.”

“I'm sorry.”

Wanda shrugged, gesturing for me to sit back on the bed. She handed me the plate before sitting down with me.

“The food was great, princess.”

“Thank you mommy.”

We ate in silence, an uncomfortable one. God I had really messed things up haven’t I?

“Mommy has to leave again tonight.” Wanda said suddenly, not even looking at me.

“She’s so mad don’t leave me alone with her.”

“Hey, don’t say that.” She said firmly. She took my empty play from my hands. “She’s not mad anymore, I promise.”

The plate vanished from her hand with a wave of her magic. She stood up, pulling me up too. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her as hard as I dared.

An hour later I was sitting awkwardly on the couch with Natasha. There hadn’t been words spoken and I just wanted to go to bed but I didn’t. Natasha had changed into shorts and a tanktop with no bra underneath. I tried to ignore her nipples poking through the shirt.

After another hour of silence, my mind was racing. Unable to hold away my thoughts.

“Why me?” I asked quietly, not able to look at her.

Her head snapped towards me. Then she scooted to sit closer, pinning me into the corner of the couch.

Natasha’s fingers pushed my hair back, “Look at me.”

Slowly I brought my eyes up to hers, flushing under her gaze.

“You’re perfect for us.” She replied. I flinched as she brought her hand to my cheek, stroking the delicate skin.

“My body or—“

“All of you. We wanted you for so long. You’re so sweet, so kind, so beautiful.” Her long fingers stroked my face. “Don’t ever think otherwise.”

I nodded, my hands reaching for the hem of her sweater.

“Come here.” She whispered, pulling me into her. “I’m…sorry I made you feel that way.”

She had never ever apologized before. Her body was so soft and warm around me. Eventually I fell asleep in her arms, safe and protected.

I woke up pressed against her chest, now laying down on the couch. I was so warm all over and her leg was slotted in between mine…

I was wet and I couldn’t think of anything other than her.

“You awake princess?” She whispered, but I kept her pressed close against me. I grinded my hips down on her leg in between mine.

“Fuck, come here.” Natasha said quietly again. Pulling us both up quickly so I could be perched in her lap facing the tv, which had her favorite show playing.

I laid my head back on her shoulder and she placed her lips on mine. I couldn’t help but keep grinding my hips down on her. Natasha mumbled something under her breath before pulling my dress off my body.

She spread my legs, her fingers instantly circling around my clit. Natasha pulled away from me, “Quiet darling, this is my favorite episode.”

I whined but tried to stay still as she played with me absentmindedly. I tried to pay attention to her show but fuck it was so hard.

“Oh baby. Look at your precious little pussy.” Her hands continued to play with me. Spreading my lips apart. The episode had finally come to a close.

“Making such a mess.”

“Daddy— sorry! Please…need you - fuck - please.”

“Wanna make me feel good?”

I nodded, pressing my head further back so I could see her. “Yeah you’ve been such a good girl. Why don’t you get on your knees.”

I slid down her lap, getting down on the floor in front of her. She smiled at me, carding a hand through my hair.

“So pretty and naked for me huh? Gonna suck my cock like a good girl?”

“Yes daddy.”

She smiled again, pulling down her shorts and boxers to reveal her cock. I licked my lips and she stroked it once before grabbing my face and pushing me down onto it.

This time she let me set my own pace. Pushing down only as far as I dared to. I slowly worked open my throat. Drool spilled my face and onto my naked body. She was still fully clothed.

She pulled me off of her, grabbing my face so she could kiss me. I moaned into the kiss, grabbing onto her thighs so I could get closer to her.

“You’ve been so good for me, cleaning, cooking, like a good little wife huh?” I nodded eagerly. “I think you deserve a reward, what do you think?”

“Really daddy?”

“Yes darling.” She pet the hair on top of my head. “Now you said your poor pussy was hurting?” I nodded, “So daddy won’t fuck you there. But you still deserve your reward. How about I fuck your pretty little ass?”

I hated that my core throbbed at the thought. But this would make her happy. Plus I hadn’t came all day…

I nodded, my hands playing with the end of her shirt. “Please, daddy.”

She smiled at me, “Stand up.” She said, her voice gentle. I did, loving the way that she looked at me. She guided me to lay down on the couch, spreading my legs so she could sit in between them.

I whined as she pulled out her fake cock. She kept all of her clothes on. She put the cock up to me, lining it up to my stomach. I sighed at the sight of it almost to my belly button.

“Gonna be a good girl?” She asked as she reached into the drawer in the ottoman. She pulled out a small tube.

“Y-yes da-daddy.”

“Good girl, now stroke daddy’s cock while I open you up.” I cringed at the cool feeling of the lube touching me but gentleness grounded me. It was so unlike her but I was so grateful for it.

“Taking my fingers so well.” She whispered, staring down at my holes. Two of her fingers were inside of me, opening me up slowly.

“Daddy please.” I moaned, “Need it.”

I just needed her. I needed her inside of me, so impossibly close to me.

“What do you need?”

“Daddy please!” She pushed her fingers in and out of me, still not relenting. “Need you inside.”

“But you’re not opened up all the way, honey.”

“Please daddy. I don’t care please please please.”

She smiled, pulling her fingers out of me. She spit onto my hole, dragging her cock around in the slick and lube.

Natasha slowly worked the tip into me, having to push past resistance as I moaned underneath of her. She kept my thighs spread wide, staring down at where she was slowly pushing into me.

Fuck it hurt, but daddy opened me up slowly. When she finally fully snapped her hips into me I couldn’t help the sounds and pleas that left my mouth.

“Fuck princess, love having my cock burried in your ass hmm?”

“Y-yes — daddy.”

She snapped her hips again, causing my whole body to jolt. “Your pussy’s dripping all over.” She commented.

My head emptied as she began to set a firm pace. Her hips snapped hard and fast against mine. Her hands gripped my waist, making sure to pull me into her.

I could only think of her, I could only feel her. Wantons of moans fell out of my mouth but I didn’t even hear them. I threw my head back, staring up at my daddy.

“Fuck—“ She grunted, fucking me faster. “God you’re taking me so fucking well, princess.”

“L-love you, d-daddy…” I babbled out, my hands coming up to pull at the hem of her shirt. “N-need— please d-daddy need…”

She slapped me but I welcomed the pain. Still a whine left my lips but she let me pull her shirt off of her. “Tried to be gentle…” She mumbled under her breath. Her tank top was thrown to the other side of the room. My hands couldn’t help reaching out to touch her bare skin.

“Want you to be you, daddy.” Her eyes flickered to mine, her hands gripping my waist so hard.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

I gasped as she changed the angle slightly, her body now hovering over mine. Her lips claimed mine, her tongue shoving its way into my mouth. Our nipples rubbed against each others, the touch instantly making my pussy clench around nothing.

She pulled away from me, her fingers quickly replacing her mouth. She pushed her fingers in and out of my warm mouth. I moaned around them but she quickly pulled them out.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as her fingers pressed down on my clit. “Gonna cum with my fat cock up your ass?” She asked, her other hand gripping my throat.

I nodded, chasing my high. I bucked my hips up at her. My hands squeezed her arm as she choked me.

“Be a good little toy and cum.”

Her words sent me over the edge, I felt my pussy fluttering still being ignored but I didn’t care. I felt so full with her in me.

“Good girl, keep going.” Her fingers didn’t stop, neither did her thrusts. I screamed, trying to fight the pain and uncomfort to listen to her.

I came again, screaming and throwing my head back against the couch. I felt her hot cum squirting into me as her hips stilled.

“Love you…” I whispered, barely able to keep my eyes open.

“Fuck.” She groaned. “Can’t be done with you…”

Still she pulled out, her cum pouring out of me. Quickly, she pulled me to sit on top of her. Her back hit the couch and she pulled me into a kiss.

I grinded my hips onto her, kissing her desperately. I needed her. Never in my life had I felt so desperate for something.

One of her hands reached around me and guided her cock back into me. She shoved me onto her cock but left me to sit on it for a moment.

“Love you too.” She whispered, pushing my hair out of my face. “Don’t ever think I don’t.”

“I’m sorr—“

“No, I'm sorry.” She carded a hand through my hair.

“No, I’m sorry.” I said firmly. “You…you did all this for me — both of you. I-I should be more grateful.”

“So perfect for me.” She kissed my cheek. She reached out for the tv remote. I just laid my head down on her bare chest. I kissed her warm skin as she turned on my favorite tv show.

She grabbed her phone next and dimmed the lights. “Let’s try to stay awake for Wans.” She said, wrapping her arms around me.

I left my head down on her chest, slowly rolling my hips on her. “Keep going, princess.”

“Love you so much.” I mumbled, burying my face into her chest. Everything about her was so wonderful. She smelled and tasted beautifully. I felt like I could never get enough.

“I love you too.”

I sat up, so I could properly look at her. I bit my lip at the change in the angle. I began to lift my hips, moaning pathetically.

“Fucking look at you.” Natasha moaned, her hands shaking up to light slap my tit. “So beautiful.”

I had no idea how long I bounced and grinded on her cock. Eventually she carried me up to our bedroom, setting me gently on the bed.

The second my head hit the pillow I was about to fall asleep. Natasha turned the lights off, settling in behind me. She pressed her cock back into me, but I loved it. I needed her close to me.

I fell asleep in her arms and woke up eventually to another set of arms wrapping around the front of me. I mumbled her name and fell back asleep on Wanda’s chest.

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vlansy · 3 months ago

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Written in Our Souls - Part 9

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda lose control

Word Count: 6,541

Warnings: angst, fluff

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

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The Day Before

Wanda hadn’t stepped into Y/N’s room since that night.

She’d stumbled into it like a sleepwalker, her body pulled there by instinct more than intention, the lingering scent of Y/N in the sheets wrapping around her like a balm. For a moment—just a moment—the storm inside her had gone quiet.

But Vision found her.

And everything shattered again.

He had stood in the doorway like a statue carved in betrayal, and when she confessed the kiss, his silence turned cold. She remembered how his fingers had closed around her wrist—not cruelly, but with the unrelenting grip of someone trying not to break.

He dragged her back to their room without another word, ignoring her pleas, her stammered explanations.

And once the door shut behind them, he didn’t yell.

That almost made it worse.

He sat on the edge of the bed, staring ahead with hollow eyes, while Wanda stood in the middle of the room, shaking. When she tried to speak, he just held up a hand.

“You made your choice,” he said quietly. “Now live with it.”

He didn’t touch her that night. Didn’t crawl into bed beside her. He simply powered down in the corner of the room, his back to her, like she was too much to look at.

And from that moment on, he didn’t leave her side again.

He became a quiet, ever-present shadow. Hovering. Watching. Never asking again about what he’d seen or what she’d admitted. Just making sure she didn’t go back to her.

And Wanda hadn’t.

Because she couldn’t.

Now, curled up in her own bed—in a room that didn’t feel like hers anymore—Wanda stared at the wall as the morning sun filtered through the curtains, golden and indifferent.

Y/N was supposed to come back today.

She should’ve been back already.

She should’ve come to see her.

But she didn’t.

Wanda told herself it was fine. Maybe Y/N was resting. Maybe Clint had kept her longer for debriefing. Maybe—

Her hand curled instinctively over the mark on her wrist, still faintly warm beneath her skin.

Maybe she wasn’t coming at all.

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30 minutes before…

The next morning, during training, Wanda walked in late. Her steps were sluggish, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion. She hadn’t slept. Again.

Her gaze swept the room once.

Twice.

Clint was there.

Y/N wasn’t.

Her heart stuttered violently.

She moved straight to Steve, her voice low but trembling. “Where is Y/N?”

Steve hesitated—just for a second—but it was enough.

“She… she didn’t make it back yet.”

Wanda blinked, her chest tightening. “What?”

“She stayed behind. There was a second part to the mission. A delay,” he said quickly, too quickly.

But he didn’t meet her eyes.

Didn’t look at her.

Her blood turned to ice.

She didn’t make it back.

The words echoed in her skull, louder each time.

She didn’t make it back.

She didn’t—

Her lungs refused to draw air. Her knees wobbled under her. And before the scream could claw its way out of her throat—

Her magic exploded.

A shockwave of chaos burst from her chest, red lightning ripping through the air. The ground shook. Lights burst overhead with deafening cracks. The temperature dropped as the chaos rippled outward like a storm unchained.

The entire training room turned to hell in seconds.

“Wanda!” Steve shouted, diving for cover, his shield flying from his arm and ricocheting off a wall like a useless coin.

Clint barely rolled out of the way as red tendrils slashed across the floor.

Vision was the only one who dared move closer. “Wanda, what are you doing-”

But the moment he reached out, her powers reacted.

Feral. Unforgiving.

A violent lash of magic cracked through his chest and sent him flying backward with a grunt. He crashed into the far wall, sparks sputtering from where the chaos magic had scorched through his synthetic body.

And still, she didn’t stop.

She was sobbing now, suspended inches off the ground, her body trembling, her heart tearing itself apart from the inside out.

Y/N is gone. I knew she would be. I felt it. I felt her leave me…

The room couldn’t contain her grief. The windows buckled, walls creaked, alarms blared useless warnings as chaos consumed everything.

Because no one told her.

No one came to her.

No one thought she deserved to know.

She screamed—a raw, broken sound—and the red storm around her answered, howling with her pain.

And still, Y/N didn’t come.

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No One’s POV

The training room had become a battlefield.

Crimson chaos exploded from Wanda in furious waves—ripping tiles from the floor, twisting steel beams like vines, and hurling debris against already shattered glass. The scent of ozone choked the air. Mats burned. Lights flickered and died in bursts overhead.

No one could hear the alarms anymore—not over the deafening roar of unrestrained magic.

Vision lay crumpled near the far wall, smoke rising from the ragged gash carved across his chest, the glow in his eyes flickering like a dying flame. He tried to speak—tried to move—but his systems sputtered, glitching against the damage.

Steve stood at the edge of the blast radius, shield up, bleeding from one temple. His mouth was tight. His eyes unreadable. But his stance said it all.

No one could reach her.

Not like this.

Clint crouched behind a flipped bench, eyes wide as he stared at the eye of the storm—at the woman he’d fought beside for years, now suspended midair, magic shrieking from her like a banshee’s cry. Wanda was wild. Hair floating around her like a halo of fury, eyes burning red-hot, face streaked with tears that turned to vapor before they could fall.

And then—

A blur.

A flash of movement.

Too fast. Too reckless.

Down the hall. Around the corner.

Charging straight into the fire.

“Shit—” Steve’s instincts kicked in. He lunged forward just in time to intercept the figure barreling toward the chaos.

Y/N.

He caught her mid-run, arms locking around her waist, boots skidding against the scorched floor as her momentum nearly knocked them both over.

“Y/N—stop!”

“Let me go!” she snarled, her voice hoarse with panic, fury, desperation. “LET ME GO—”

“It’s not safe—!”

“I DON’T CARE!”

She thrashed like a wild animal. Steve held on with everything he had, but her desperation made her stronger than he remembered. Her fists pounded against his arm. She twisted—hard—training and instinct fueling her movement.

Then—

“LET HER GO, STEVE!”

Clint’s voice cracked like a gunshot from behind.

And in a blink, Y/N broke free.

She didn’t look back. Didn’t hesitate.

She ran straight into the storm.

Red lightning surged toward her like a beast sensing intrusion.

Everyone shouted—

“Y/N!”

“Get back!”

“NO—!”

But—

Wanda turned.

Mid-float, mid-fury—her head snapped toward the door like she felt Y/N before she saw her. Her eyes locked. The chaos shuddered.

The magic stilled.

Those seething red tendrils, wild and destructive, softened. They didn’t strike.

They reached.

Long fingers of scarlet energy stretched toward Y/N, trembling like they knew her. Like they recognized their home.

Y/N didn’t stop.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t blink.

“Wands,” she said—barely audible over the lingering echoes of magic. Her voice cracked. “I’m here.”

Wanda gasped. Her lips trembled. The glow in her eyes flickered like a candle in the wind.

And then she flew.

Straight into Y/N’s arms.

The magic convulsed with one final burst of power—one last desperate scream—then folded inward, collapsing like a dying star. The pressure in the room dropped. Lights buzzed. The air cleared.

And the storm was gone.

Wanda clung to Y/N like she’d drown without her, sobbing against her chest with gut-wrenching desperation. Her nails dug into the back of Y/N’s jacket, holding on like she was terrified to let go.

“I thought you died…I thought you were gone…I couldn’t feel you…I couldn’t breathe….”

Y/N sank to her knees with her, arms wrapping around her shaking body, one hand in Wanda’s hair, the other pressed to her spine.

“I’m here,” she whispered, voice tight with emotion. “I’m here, Wands. I’ve got you.”

Behind them, Vision stared from where he’d fallen, his face blank.

Steve stood frozen, shield limp at his side, chest heaving.

Clint finally moved from behind cover, shoulders sagging like the weight of a mountain had lifted.

And in Y/N’s arms, for the first time in days—

Wanda breathed.

The shaking stopped.

The storm passed.

Because her soulmate came back.

And nothing else mattered.

---

Steve’s POV

He’d seen power before.

He’d watched Thor summon lightning like a god. He’d stood beside Wanda as she tore through enemies with rage in her eyes and grief in her heart.

But he’d never seen anything like this.

The chaos hadn’t ended because of tactics. Not because of training or orders. Not because of strength.

It ended because Y/N walked into the storm… and the storm chose her.

Steve’s chest rose and fell in slow, measured breaths, his shield still gripped tightly in his bruised hand. Smoke curled through the shattered room, the remnants of chaos magic sparking like dying stars. Wanda was on her knees in Y/N’s arms now—her body trembling, magic flickering around them like it knew exactly where it belonged.

Like she only held herself together because Y/N was holding her.

And Steve felt something in his throat tighten.

He’d been wrong.

He thought Y/N was the problem, that they were just attracted to each other. He thought distance would help, that time would settle things, that Wanda just needed space to figure herself out.

But this wasn’t chaos. This wasn’t weakness.

This was bonding. This was truth.

This was soulmates.

Something both of them wouldn’t be able to deny…

He could see it now—how the world bent around them, how even Wanda’s magic recognized what no one else had dared to name. The way she clung to Y/N like the air itself only reached her through that touch. It wasn’t obsession. It wasn’t drama.

It was destiny.

Steve’s gaze dropped for a moment to his wrist, where the name had started to fade now that she’s gone, but the memory hadn’t.

Peggy

He knew what it meant to have a name burned into your skin and never truly let go. Knew what it was to carry that connection across years, wars, and timelines.

So if Wanda’s powers were breaking…

It wasn’t because she was unstable.

It was because she was being forced to stay away from the one person her soul refused to let go of.

And the only thing that had ever stood in the way…

Was Vision.

Steve’s eyes drifted to the synthezoid slumped against the far wall, blue sparks still flickering from the split across his chest. Vision’s face was unreadable—blank and hollow in a way that unsettled Steve more than any rage would have.

But he saw it now.

All of it.

Wanda hadn’t unraveled because of Y/N.

She unraveled because she wasn’t allowed to have her.

And Y/N—who everyone had quietly blamed, doubted, distanced—had never been the threat.

She was the anchor.

For a long moment, Steve said nothing.

Because for the first time…

He didn’t know what to say to Vision.

Not as a teammate.

Not as a leader.

Not as a friend.

Not after this.

Because now, finally, painfully—it was clear.

Y/N wasn’t the problem.

Vision was.

---

Clint’s POV

The training room looked like a battlefield. Smoke in the air. Glass everywhere. The walls cracked from Wanda’s outburst. Vision lay across the far end like a downed machine, and Steve stood frozen, trying to make sense of the storm that had just passed.

But Clint didn’t move. Not right away.

His eyes were on them.

On Wanda, trembling in Y/N’s arms, red magic curling softly around them like it finally had permission to be still. On Y/N, cradling her like something precious. The kind of touch that wasn’t afraid—not of power, not of pain. Like she was home.

And Clint just… exhaled.

“Finally,” he muttered, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

---

Vision’s POV

His systems were damaged.

Smoke coiled from his chest where Wanda’s magic had struck—direct and merciless. Circuits failed. Internal diagnostics blinked red across his vision. He was compromised. Broken.

And she didn’t even look at him.

Through shattered glass and settling debris, she held her. Y/N. Pressed against her like a lifeline. Her sobs—ragged and human—were swallowed against the woman’s shoulder. Chaos magic, once a storm, now swirled with delicate control, gentle as a breeze.

All because of her.

Not him.

Vision didn’t rise.

He simply watched.

Watched Wanda tremble in someone else’s arms. Watched the red mist cradle Y/N’s fingers like recognition. Acceptance. Bond.

His jaw locked.

This… was irrational.

He had seen it, suspected it—but not like this. Not this raw truth, playing out before the entire team. A display of connection so primal it bypassed reason. Soulmates. That was what they called it.

But he couldn’t accept that.

He wouldn’t.

He was a synthezoid—designed from vibranium and infinite knowledge. His understanding of the universe was deeper than emotion. Deeper than fate. And his bond with Wanda had been forged from something divine. Celestial. The Mind Stone.

Their connection was not born of chance or biology. It was etched in energy. A shared frequency. Thought. Power. She had seen the very core of him.

How could that be weaker than a wristmark?

How could she—a woman of flesh and instinct—be the one Wanda chose?

He studied the way Wanda clung to Y/N, not just with desperation but need. Her entire body cried out for her. Her power—chaotic, dangerous, unstable—rested now only because Y/N breathed.

It made no sense.

She was a variable. An unknown. Vision had observed her closely—too closely, perhaps. He’d seen the way Wanda softened around her. The way her guard lowered. The way she began to withdraw from him.

He told himself it would pass.

But it hadn’t.

Because the moment Wanda thought Y/N was dead, her grief ruptured the world around them. And the moment Y/N returned, Wanda’s power obeyed like a loyal dog.

And still… Vision refused to see it as proof of something greater.

To him, it was proof of Wanda’s flaws.

Her emotional fragility. Her humanity.

He had offered her order. Purpose. Understanding beyond the physical. He had given her peace, and she had rejected it for chaos.

For this.

For her.

He didn’t feel heartbreak—not the way humans did. But there was something else in him now. A fracture in the code. Not malfunction, but something far more dangerous: resentment.

Because this bond—this soulmate phenomenon—was beneath what he and Wanda shared. It was primitive. Unmeasurable. It didn’t make sense. And therefore, in his mind, it shouldn’t exist.

---

Natasha’s POV

She’d arrived too late to stop it. The storm had already passed. The damage was already done.

But she watched the aftermath.

Watched Y/N cradle Wanda like it was instinct, like she’d done it a hundred times in secret and a thousand more in dreams.

I hope Wanda will stop running away after this.

Nat thinks to herself.

---

No One’s POV

Y/N held her.

Arms wrapped tightly around Wanda’s trembling form, grounding her—her heartbeat steady, her voice low, soothing. She didn’t care about the stares, or the cracked walls, or the dust still settling from the fallout of Wanda’s powers. The only thing that mattered was the girl in her arms, sobbing like she’d barely made it back from the edge of herself.

“Wands,” Y/N whispered again, rocking her gently. “I’m here. I’m right here, baby.”

Wanda clutched her tighter.

Her face was buried against Y/N’s neck, hot with tears and damp with panic. She couldn’t stop crying. She didn’t even try. Every sob that tore from her chest shook them both, but Y/N didn’t let go. She rubbed circles into Wanda’s back, fingers gliding through her tangled hair, pressing soft, urgent kisses to her temple like each one might hold her together just a little longer.

“I thought—I thought you were dead,” Wanda choked out, gasping. “Steve said you didn’t come back. I saw Clint, but not you. I thought…I saw it, I saw it happen-”

“No, no, shhh.” Y/N hushed her, arms cradling her like she’d never let go. “I’m okay. I swear, I’m okay. I came back yesterday, Wands. They just—Vision wouldn’t let me see you.”

Wanda’s whole body went still.

Her magic flared again—not wild this time, not destructive. Just aching. Mournful. The way a soul might grieve before it shatters.

“I couldn’t feel you,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I tried to sleep in your room, but they wouldn’t let me back in. It still smelled like you. It helped. But then you were just… gone.”

Y/N’s heart twisted sharply.

“That’s why it smelled like you,” she murmured, realization thick in her throat. “You were in pain. And I wasn’t there.”

“I missed you every second,” she added, softer now. “It was hell, Wands. I tried to find you the moment I came back. But they said you needed time. Space. That it was better if I stayed away.”

Her lips brushed over Wanda’s hair again, every word spoken like a vow she’d carve into stone if she had to.

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you. I’m here.”

Wanda finally lifted her head, eyes red and swollen, but clear—like the storm had passed through her, and what was left was raw, real. “Don’t leave again,” she whispered, almost afraid to ask.

Y/N cupped her face gently, brushing away the tear that escaped. “I won’t,” she promised, soft and certain. “Not unless you ask me to.”

Wanda’s arms wrapped around her neck, like she was anchoring herself to her soulmate.

“Never,” she breathed. “Never again.”

Y/N nodded, holding her like she meant it for the rest of her life.

And in the wreckage of chaos, beneath the quiet hush of stunned silence, Wanda finally began to breathe again.

Wanda’s arms stayed locked around Y/N like she was afraid she’d disappear if she let go. Y/N didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just held her—anchoring her with one arm smoothing along her back, the other resting protectively at the nape of her neck, fingers tangled gently in her hair.

Bit by bit, Wanda’s sobs quieted. The broken gasps gave way to uneven breaths, and her magic—which had thrashed and burned like a wildfire—began to settle. Red mist curled around them like smoke softening in the rain, calm now, almost reverent.

“I couldn’t breathe without you,” Wanda whispered, voice scraped raw. “It felt like something inside me cracked open.”

Y/N pressed her forehead to Wanda’s, voice low and steady. “Me too. The second I left, I felt it. Like a hole in my chest.”

Wanda gave the faintest nod, her face still damp against Y/N’s skin. “I kept dreaming of you dying. Over and over. And when Clint came back without you…”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said, her voice thick with guilt. “I’m so sorry they let you think I was gone.”

“It felt real,” Wanda murmured. “Too real.”

“I’m here,” Y/N whispered. “I’m right here, Wands.”

Wanda leaned into her again, but this time slower. Calmer. Her breathing evened out as her body relaxed against Y/N’s. Her hands, once gripping with desperation, now softened their hold. Her powers drifted quietly in the air—gentle, as if reflecting her soul finally settling.

“I missed your scent,” she mumbled, still not pulling back. “It never changes. It’s always you. That’s what made it worse… when it was gone.”

Y/N smiled a little, just barely. “You could’ve told me that sooner. I would’ve sprayed my cologne on a pillow and mailed it to you.”

That drew a weak, muffled laugh from Wanda—the first real one in what felt like days.

Then, slowly, she pulled back just enough to see Y/N’s face. Her fingers reached up, brushing lightly along Y/N’s jaw. Her touch was featherlight, reverent. She traced the line of Y/N’s cheek with her thumb like she needed to memorize it all over again.

“You’re really here,” she breathed, eyes searching Y/N’s face like it was the only truth left in the world.

Y/N leaned into her touch without hesitation. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Wanda’s thumb paused at the corner of Y/N’s mouth, where a smile was beginning to form. “You smell like home,” she whispered. “You always have.”

Y/N blinked hard, her chest tight. “You keep talking like that, and I’m gonna cry in front of the entire team.”

Wanda gave a little shrug, a hint of mischief creeping into her still-fragile smile. “Let them see. I have my soulmate.”

Y/N’s hand lifted to cup Wanda’s in return, eyes full of something so deep it ached. “You have me,” she said. “Always.”

And in the middle of the wreckage, under flickering lights and the lingering hum of power, Wanda smiled—gentle and real, like spring finally breaking through winter.

Not because the battle was over.

But because she was home.

Wanda let her thumb linger against Y/N’s jaw a moment longer, eyes drinking her in like she still didn’t quite believe this was real.

Then, with a quiet, content breath, she buried her face back into Y/N’s neck.

Her arms curled tighter around her again—not out of panic this time, but peace. Her lashes fluttered closed, her breath fanning warm over Y/N’s skin as she exhaled softly. Safe. She was finally safe.

Y/N could feel her body start to relax completely, the weight of exhaustion catching up now that the fear had passed. Wanda sighed again, this one deeper, slower… and her nose nuzzled gently into Y/N’s skin like she could sleep right there.

“You falling asleep on me, Maximoff?” Y/N murmured with a teasing smile, brushing her hand over Wanda’s hair.

Wanda hummed faintly against her neck, voice muffled and warm. “Maybe.”

Y/N grinned, holding her a little tighter. “Before you pass out on me, think you could fix the room?” She glanced around at the rubble and blown-out walls with a wince. “We kinda wrecked the place.”

Still nestled in Y/N’s arms, Wanda lazily raised one hand—eyes still closed—and gave a little flick of her fingers.

The red mist surged outward in a quiet wave. In seconds, the scorched training room began to reverse itself. Shattered glass rose back into window frames. Cracked walls knit themselves whole. Burn marks vanished from the floors and walls. The air cleared, dust lifting like it had never settled, and Vision was included in the middle, his chest healing like nothing happened.

And through it all, Wanda didn’t even lift her head. Her magic pulsed like a sigh and settled again with ease.

Y/N chuckled under her breath, still in awe of her. “You are brilliant, Wands.”

Wanda didn’t respond—just nestled deeper into Y/N’s neck.

Y/N leaned down and pressed a kiss to Wanda’s temple, her lips brushing the skin as she whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”

Before anyone could even process what had happened, the two of them were gone—vanishing in a blur of wind and speed, Y/N moving with the ease of instinct, carrying Wanda gently in her arms like something precious.

The door to Y/N’s room clicked shut behind them not even a second later.

She didn’t stop until they were there—warm light, quiet air, the smell of her clothes, her sheets, home—and Wanda still wrapped in her arms like she belonged there.

Because she did.

Y/N didn’t turn on the lights when they got to her room. She didn’t need to. She moved carefully, holding Wanda close as the door clicked shut behind them. The space was quiet, untouched—still holding the scent Wanda had missed, still carrying the soft traces of comfort they’d both been denied for too long.

She walked them over to the bed and laid down with Wanda still in her arms, cradling her like something she’d never let fall again. Wanda shifted, curling closer, one hand tucked against Y/N’s chest, her breathing already slower.

Y/N brushed the hair from Wanda’s face, her thumb stroking gently along her cheek.

“Sleep, baby,” she whispered. “You’re safe.”

Wanda murmured something unintelligible and let out another content sigh, her lashes fluttering shut. In moments, her body grew heavier against Y/N’s, her breaths deeper and even. The weight of everything—grief, magic, fear—had finally given way to exhaustion.

She was out.

Y/N stayed there a while, holding her, watching the rise and fall of her chest. Letting the moment soak in. Letting her heart ache and heal at the same time.

Then, carefully, she eased out from under Wanda, replacing herself with her pillow. Wanda instinctively wrapped her arms around it, sighing into the fabric like it still held Y/N.

Y/N smiled, heart soft and breaking all at once.

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to Wanda’s forehead, letting her lips linger there. Then she whispered against her skin, “I’ll be right back, Wands. I promise.”

And in a blur of wind and purpose, she was gone.

Back to the compound.

Back to the ones who had kept her away.

This time, she wasn’t coming back with a broken heart.

She was coming back with fire.

---

The training room had been cleaned up—Wanda’s magic had fixed the walls and swept away the wreckage—but the air still felt heavy. Tense. Saturated with the charge of what had just unfolded.

Everyone was still there.

Silent.

Waiting.

And then Y/N appeared.

A blur of motion and heat. Hair tousled, eyes blazing. Her chest heaved with the effort of keeping herself contained, but fury radiated off her like a storm barely held at bay.

The moment she stepped inside, the air shifted.

Steve turned, guilt already written deep into his features. He stepped forward slightly. “Y/N—”

But she didn’t look at him.

Her eyes locked on Vision.

And Vision… looked livid.

“You had no right to take her,” he said, his voice cold and sharp, metal under strain. “She needed clarity. You clouded her mind again with this obsession.”

Y/N’s fists clenched. “Clarity?” Her voice was low, trembling with rage. “You think tearing someone away from their soulmate brings clarity?”

“She is not your soulmate,” Vision snapped, stepping forward. “We share the Mind Stone. That is a connection beyond human comprehension. Beyond hormonal surges or carved flesh. That is something higher.”

“Stop,” Clint said, stepping in, hand raised, but Vision ignored him completely.

“She was healing before you came back,” Vision continued, his tone twisting into something cruel. “You destabilize her. You always have. She was calm. Settling into peace.”

“I ground her,” Y/N growled. “You saw what happened in here. All of you did.”

Vision’s voice rose, something jagged and venomous breaking through. “You’re not her peace. You’re chaos dressed as comfort. You pollute her.”

Nat stepped forward, subtly placing herself between them.

And then Y/N moved.

She yanked up her sleeve, arm trembling with fury.

“LOOK AT ME.”

Her voice cracked like lightning.

Everyone froze.

On her wrist, still glowing faintly—like embers refusing to die—was a single name.

Wanda

Written in the same unmistakable script they'd all seen before.

Steve inhaled sharply. Clint muttered something under his breath. Even the hum of the building itself seemed to pause.

“We’re soulmates,” Y/N said, quieter now. “It’s not obsession. It’s not fantasy. It’s not some chemical illusion. It’s written into us.”

Vision stared.

Not with shock. With something darker.

Defiance.

This was wrong. The universe was wrong. Soulmates were a myth. Human sentiment wrapped in superstition. But he had the Mind Stone—he had shared it with her. That should have meant more than some cosmic coincidence.

Steve sat down heavily, as if all the weight of his guilt had finally collapsed him.

Nat’s voice cut through the silence. “She didn’t tell us. Not right away. We pieced it together.”

“You knew?” Steve asked hoarsely.

“She was going to let Wanda marry him,” Nat said, quietly now. “Even with her name on her wrist. She was willing to keep it buried. Forever. If that’s what Wanda needed.”

Vision’s fists curled.

Manipulation. All of it.

“You’ve twisted her against herself,” he hissed. “You infected her with this false idea of fate—”

“I love her,” Y/N said, stepping forward, heat rolling off her. “And she loves me. You don’t have to believe it. You just have to live with it.”

“She didn’t stop because we called to her,” Clint said, voice even. “She stopped because she saw Y/N.”

“She smiled,” Nat added softly. “For the first time in weeks.”

Vision’s teeth clenched so tightly his jaw creaked.

Y/N looked at him one last time. Her voice dropped—but her gaze remained sharp as glass.

“You lost her. Not because I stole her. But because you never had her.”

Then, in a rush of wind and blur of motion—

She was gone.

Back to Wanda.

Back to where she belonged.

---

The room stayed still long after the wind of Y/N’s departure had faded.

No one spoke.

Wanda’s magic still lingered faintly in the air, like the ghost of a storm. But now there was only silence. Tension stretched thin between everyone, anchored by things no one knew how to name.

Nat stepped back first. She glanced at Clint, her jaw tight.

“Come on,” she said quietly.

Clint didn’t argue. Just gave Steve a look—something between apology and disappointment—and followed her out. The door hissed closed behind them, leaving only two.

Steve and Vision.

The captain stood in place, staring at the scuffed floor like it might offer answers.

Finally, he spoke.

“…Did you know?” His voice was low. Ragged with regret. “That they were soulmates?”

Vision didn’t look at him.

“I knew she was drawn to her,” he said. “Emotionally compromised. Unstable in her presence. But I did not—and do not—believe in soulmates.”

Steve turned to him, eyes narrowing. “You saw the name. We all did.”

“A biological marking,” Vision replied smoothly. “A quirk of human DNA. Chemistry and sentiment wrapped up in mythology. Easily misunderstood. Easily manipulated.”

Steve’s jaw tightened. “You think that’s what this is? A misunderstanding?”

“I think Wanda is vulnerable,” Vision said calmly. Too calmly. “And Y/N exploits that. Her presence agitates Wanda’s emotional state, leads to irrational behavior. You saw it yourself—Wanda nearly tore this room apart. That isn’t clarity. That isn’t peace.”

“No,” Steve said, voice low. “But you know what is?”

He looked at Vision now. Really looked.

“It’s the way Wanda smiled when she saw her. The way her powers calmed when Y/N held her. The way she breathed like she hadn’t been able to for days.”

Vision’s expression flickered. Barely. But it was there.

Steve shook his head, a bitter sound escaping his throat.

“I trusted you,” he said. “When you said Wanda needed space. When you said it was for her good. I believed you.”

Vision said nothing.

Steve turned, almost too tired to be angry.

“Maybe you don’t believe in soulmates. Maybe you can’t. But that doesn’t make them any less real.”

He walked toward the door, pausing only once to glance back.

“You didn’t just lose her, Vision. You convinced the rest of us to let her suffer.”

And then Steve left too.

Leaving Vision alone in the training room—walls intact, but the truth laid bare.

And for the first time, Vision realized the silence felt nothing like peace.

---

Y/N’s Room – Later That Night

The room was dim, bathed in the soft golden hue of the setting sun bleeding through the curtains. The hum of quiet was only broken by the slow, even rhythm of Wanda’s breathing.

She stirred.

Her fingers twitched first, then her nose scrunched slightly against the pillow. Her brow furrowed in confusion—until her senses caught up with her.

Warmth. Familiar. The scent that calmed every nerve in her body.

Y/N.

Wanda blinked her eyes open slowly and turned her head.

Y/N was lying beside her, propped slightly on one elbow, watching her like she was the most fragile, precious thing in the world.

“Hi,” Y/N whispered, her voice tender.

Wanda gave her a sleepy, crooked smile. “Hi.”

“You okay?” Y/N asked, brushing a knuckle gently along Wanda’s cheek.

Wanda nodded, then shook her head. “I don’t know,” she murmured, voice still heavy with sleep. “But you’re here. So… I think I will be.”

Y/N exhaled softly. She leaned in and kissed Wanda’s forehead, lingering for a long, silent moment. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Wanda shifted closer, her hand reaching up to trace along Y/N’s jaw with featherlight touches, as if reassuring herself that she was really there. Then her fingers paused, resting gently on Y/N’s cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Y/N blinked. “Wands…”

“No—let me,” Wanda said softly, eyes full of guilt. “I was scared. I tried to push you away, even when everything in me screamed not to. I told myself I was doing the right thing. For the team. For Vision. For the world. But I broke something between us. I hurt you. And I hate myself for that.”

Y/N’s heart ached. She caught Wanda’s hand in hers and kissed her fingers one by one. “You didn’t break anything we can’t fix.”

Wanda gave a soft, teary laugh and tucked her head into Y/N’s shoulder. “I missed your stupid voice.”

Y/N grinned. “Stupid?”

“Yeah,” Wanda said, snuggling closer. “And your stupid jokes. And your stupid face.”

“Wow. So full of love,” Y/N teased, wrapping her arms around her. “Tell me more about how stupid I am.”

“You left me,” Wanda mumbled into her shoulder, but this time it wasn’t an accusation—just a truth she’d carried alone for too long.

“I didn’t want to,” Y/N whispered. “They wouldn’t let me through.”

“I know.” Wanda sighed. “I just… couldn’t feel you. And everything stopped making sense.”

Y/N kissed the top of her head. “You don’t have to make sense of it anymore. I’m here now.”

Wanda shifted just enough to look up at her, eyes soft, vulnerable. She caress Y/N cheek slowly.

After a moment, she whispered, “I have to talk to Vision.”

Y/N stayed still, listening.

“I need to tell him the truth,” Wanda continued. “About us. About the bond. I need to apologize to him… and end it. It’s not fair to keep pretending.”

Y/N nodded slowly. Her voice was quiet, but edged with something deeper—raw and heavy. “I already told him.”

Wanda blinked, surprised.

“I told everyone,” Y/N admitted, exhaling hard through her nose. “After the training session. I didn’t mean to. It just… it came out. I was furious, that Steve and Vision didn’t let me see you…”

Wanda rested her forehead against Y/N’s. Her hand still cupped Y/N’s face, gentle and grounding. “It’s okay…but he still deserves to hear it from me too.”

She didn’t say it out of obligation. There was a quiet strength in her voice now—a resolve to finally face the hurt she’d caused and bring it to an end.

Y/N nodded again, slower this time.

After a moment, Y/N let out a slow breath, her voice gentle but steady. “Do you… love him?”

Wanda blinked up at her.

“Because if you do,” Y/N went on, “I’ll step back. If there’s a chance he makes you happy, I won’t be the thing that holds you back. Maybe we can even find a way to… break the bond.”

The air changed.

Wanda’s breath caught sharply—like something inside her chest had just cracked wide open. “Don’t say that,” she gasped.

Y/N flinched as sudden pain lanced through her ribs, deep and burning, and she realized Wanda was feeling it too. Both of them winced, clutching each other like the air had been ripped from their lungs.

The bond was reacting—recoiling.

“No,” Wanda whispered, eyes wide with panic. “No, no, no—don’t say that again.”

“Wands—”

“I don’t love him,” she cried, voice cracking. “I never did. I cared about him, yes. He was kind. Gentle. And when I used my powers with him, I could… feel him. But it was never this. It was never you.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks now, her hands trembling as she cradled Y/N’s face.

“I thought maybe that kind of love wasn’t meant for me,” Wanda said. “That I didn’t deserve it after everything I’d done. But then I met you. And for the first time, I felt—alive. Safe. Wanted. Like I’ve been searching for you across lifetimes. Like my soul has always known yours.”

Y/N’s throat tightened.

“I regret what I did,” Wanda whispered, broken and raw. “I regret hurting you. I regret hurting Vision too, because he didn’t deserve to be caught in this. But I can’t—I won’t—be away from you again. I feel like I’ll die if I lose you. I can’t breathe without you.”

She buried her face against Y/N’s chest again, her sob muffled. “Please don’t go. Please don’t offer to let me go.”

Y/N’s hand threaded through Wanda’s hair, pulling her close. She leaned in, voice no longer trembling—only sure. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And then she kissed her.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t heated. It was deep—anchored in pain and forgiveness, in a love so profound it felt ancient. Wanda melted into it, kissing her back with everything she was. The bond between them surged like light through cracks in stone—aching, healing, sealing them together again.

When they finally broke apart, foreheads resting together, both of them breathless, Wanda whispered

“I love you.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She cupped Wanda’s face with both hands, brushing her thumbs gently along her cheeks. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” Wanda said, firmer this time.

Y/N smiled — truly smiled, the kind that reached her eyes, her soul. “I love you too, Wands. So damn much.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Wanda murmured.

“You’re my soulmate,” Y/N whispered. “You don’t have to earn what already belongs to you.”

And this time Wanda was the one to kiss Y/N.

It was soft at first—barely more than a breath. But the moment their lips met again, the bond surged, responding like a flame catching wind. The world around them dimmed. Time unraveled.

The kiss deepened, slow but intense, like their souls were pouring into one another. Wanda’s fingers curled into Y/N’s shirt, and Y/N’s arms wrapped tight around her, as if letting go might break them all over again. The bond pulsed stronger now, feeding off their honesty, their relief, their desperate need.

They didn’t mean to keep kissing.

They just couldn’t stop.

Every time they tried to pull away, the bond tugged them back—gentle but firm, insistent. It magnified everything: every heartbeat, every gasp, every tremble. Like it knew this reunion was long overdue.

And maybe it did.

Eventually, reluctantly, they slowed. Their lips parted in fragments. Foreheads met again, breathing in sync, as if even that had become shared.

Wanda kept her eyes closed, as though opening them might shatter the fragile peace they’d found. Her fingers traced slow, reverent lines along Y/N’s jaw.

“I don’t want to lose this,” she whispered. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, voice steady despite the way her heart pounded. “You won’t. Not again.”

The bond thrummed softly between them now—no longer burning, but glowing. Warm. Steady. Certain.

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