#838 wanda maximoff

[missmarvelobsession]

Wanda is quick to blame herself when things go wrong, quick to quite literally pull the walls down around herself and just take it all. I think that the onscreen redemption we will get next could be different because she forgave HERSELF. It's different than Steve telling her Lagos wasn't her fault, she just smiled and nodded so he could feel like he had helped because that's what he needed. She blames herself for EVERYTHING, and now, she has done something awful. Unforgivable. But the person she did them through, herself, forgave her. Not only forgave her but comforted her.

It prompted her to abandon all corruption done by the darkhold and make amends immediately. Wanda Maximoff is not dead, and she is not a villain. She's vulnerable and she's alone. Seeing her face in those scenes when America showed her the reality she had intended to escape to, she was so broken. I think Wanda got through to herself, and I pray that this time it can last.

[mandaloriandragontrainer]

Why does 838-Wanda not have a Vision? Did he die? I want her to have a Vision.

[wndaswife]

838 wanda playing minecraft with tommy and billy, and while they’re busy killing and crafting they look over at their mother who’s been very quiet while focusing on the game to see that she’s been building a house the whole time

and it’s this:

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/n reaction when they see other version of wanda (multiverse is breaking).

Y/N walks into a room full of Wandas…

Wanda: hello detka, have you met…me?

Scarlet: they’re cute. I want them.

Wanda 838: I haven’t been with anyone in so long. think you can share?

Werewolf!Wanda growls seductively…

Wanda: have at it, I don’t mind sharing with myself.

Y/N: I have died and gone to heaven.

All the Wandas grab Y/N and force them onto the bed…

[hithertoundreamtof23]

I finally made another meme :D

(The heading on the top of the image is not mine. I just added the names)

[lynngifs909]

Wanda Maximoff in Universe 838.

Elizabeth Olsen as Wanda Maximoff.

Multiverse of madness (2022) Dir by. Sam Rami.

[1-800-wakanda]

𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 | part one

summary: after absorbing america’s multiversal power, wanda sets out to find you and the twins, but what she finds isn’t what she expected. warnings: violence, swearing, kidnapping 

word count: 1473 (yeah, i got carried away)

view series masterlist: here

Finally, Wanda felt peaceful.

As she stepped through the star-shaped portal, peace filled her for the first time in a long time.

She was finally going to get what she fought so hard for.

Her family.

You, Billy and Tommy hadn’t left Wanda’s mind since she lost you. You three were a constant motivation running through her mind and she was determined not to let you go.

Not again.

When you first appeared in her dreams, Wanda was starstruck that you were real in another universe but full of envy for her alternate self. She was envious of how close you were with 838 Wanda, how you looked at her and she envied how 838 Wanda had you but she didn’t.

But that was all about to change.

Soon she was hit with the cold night air of the new reality and she made her way towards the familiar house.

⊹ You knew something was wrong with Wanda.

Even though it had been weeks since Wanda had mysteriously disappeared only to reappear hours later with blood splattered on her face, You couldn’t help but notice how out of it she seemed. She had assured you that nothing was wrong and that the reason behind her disoriented appearance was that she simply had fallen off of her bike while coming back home from a “late night cruise around the neighborhood”,  you still didn’t believe her story. However, for the past few weeks, she seemed more stressed than usual, so you decided to leave it alone, at least for now.

It was around 9PM and Wanda had come down from putting the boys to sleep. After taking notice of how distressed Wanda was, you decided to surprise her with dinner when she came home from picking up the boys from school. She was surprised, to say the least, as she had forgotten that she gave you a house key but that fear was quickly replaced with heartfelt gratitude and adoration once she saw you.

“Tired?” You asked, although you already knew the answer. She flopped onto the couch with a smIle. “Tired is an understatement”

You grin. "Well, at least," You grab two wine glasses from off the counter. "Today is over." You stroll over to the sofa and hand one of the glasses to her and sit down next to her.

Once you’re both comfortably cuddled up on the couch, she turns to you.

“I, uhm,” She starts, seemingly nervous. “I never got to thank you for dinner” 

“It was no problem Wands,” She smiles at the nickname. “That’s what friends are for.”

Of course it is. Friends help each other. But Wanda didn’t feel like the platonic word fit your relationship. Ever since you helped her out of her grief all those years ago, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to you. You were there for her whenever she needed you and that didn’t go unnoticed. Plus you had voluntarily become such a prominent figure in her boys’ lives so it was impossible for her not to feel the way she did towards you.

However, she had no idea if you reciprocated those feelings. But unbeknownst to her, you do.

Wanda was there for you after your parents died, just as you were for her after her husband died. And she is just as much of a comfort to you as you are to her. But she was still grieving her husband and you were afraid that it was still too soon.

“Yeah,” Wanda looked down at the wine glass that was now a quarter full. “Friends.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you concentrated on her dropped facial expression. “I mean that’s what we are, right? Friends?”

“Yeah, Yeah,” She answered quickly before looking back up at you. “Of course.”

You slowly nodded, as if you were trying to convince yourself of her words.

If you were just friends, why are your faces getting so close?

Before you knew it, the wine glasses in your hands were on the coffee table in front of you and all you could focus on was the woman sitting beside you, your noses millimeters apart. Despite the pleasantness of the moment, you couldn’t help but feel a strange darkness loom over the atmosphere, but you were adorned with Wanda to pay attention.

However before either of you could make a move, screams were heard from upstairs.

You and Wanda sprung from your seats almost immediately, running upstairs while yelling the boys' names. When you got upstairs, Wanda opened the door to Billy and Tommy’s bedroom, only to find two empty beds.

Fear spread onto your face at the realization that the twins weren’t in their rooms and quickly rushed out the door, Wanda following right behind you.

As you got closer and closer downstairs, however, you noticed something abnormal. 

There was a portal of some sort and a woman with flowing red hair dressed in a red costume.

This made you stop abruptly, almost causing Wanda to run into you. However she didn’t have time to ask you what was wrong as she saw it.

She saw her.

When the woman looked up the two of you, you recognized her immediately. It was Wanda…only it wasn’t your Wanda.

“No…..” Your Wanda muttered, as if she too recognized the woman but for a completely different reason.

Billy and Tommy were trapped on the other side of the portal, calling out to you and their mother. But the woman or the Wanda standing in front of the glowing star portal had no intent on letting you save them.

“Let them go.” You demanded, without realizing you had stepped in front of your Wanda. The witchy woman in front of you appeared to notice how you instinctively protected the other Wanda and glared between the two of you for it.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” She says, her voice was different, it was darker and tired. “But I can’t.”

Before you can question anything (and you have a lot of questions), your Wanda steps up. “Yes, you can. Let my children go and we can talk about this.”

You knew your Wanda wasn’t calm, even though she appeared to be. But you were confused as to why she wasn’t trying to hurt the woman that was holding her children hostage and it seems as though she was holding you back from doing so as well. There was definitely something going on that you’re missing.

“No,” The other Wanda said, darkly. “I don’t think we can.”

Before you could comprehend what was happening, the witchy Wanda conjured up red energy from her hands and pushed it towards the two of you. You both jump out of the way quick enough so that it didn’t hit you and you see your Wanda counter the witchy Wanda’s attack with her own, conjuring up her own red energy and throwing towards her.

You, however, were immensely shocked. Since when could Wanda do that?!

Your Wanda eyed you for a second, seeing your shocked expression. She didn’t want you to find out like that, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

The portal had closed behind the witchy Wanda as she fully focused on fighting you two. Although your Wanda had the same power (or so it seems) as the witchy Wanda, you could tell that the witchy Wanda was more skilled (as well as more powerful) with her abilities. This gave your Wanda a major disadvantage when the fighting became more physical.

Knowing that you had to act fast, you grabbed a nearby floor lamp and charged at the witchy Wanda with it. The strike caused her to get a little unbalanced but was able to keep herself steady, surprisingly.

She looked toward you, her dark glare softening. She could’ve killed you by now but she didn’t, it was like she didn’t want to hurt you. She did, however, send a major blast of energy towards your Wanda, flinging her to the wall, immediately knocking her out.

You cried out to her but she couldn’t hear you.

“Don’t worry about her love, it’s just you and me now” The witchy Wanda spoke, possessively. You try to run to your Wanda but you realize that the other Wanda had already tied your hands together using her energy.

“Let go of me you bitch!” You yelled when Wanda opened the portal, trying to pull you through.

She stared at you for a moment, complete shock washing over her features. You had never spoken like that to her in her universe.

You watched in terror as the shock on her face is replaced with violent anger. She then grabs your shoulder and forcibly pushes you through the portal, not even giving her alternate self's house a second glance before walking through the portal and shutting it.

[emcu7o]

838 wanda

[conclush]

Wanda Maximoff Headcanons

pairing . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

summary . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Headcanons for our mommy wanda

warnings . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ secret😉

an: I need some request you guys🥺

masterlist

When Wanda had laid her eyes on you she felt something called love at first sight she fear her that you might didn't want her as she want to be more than friends little did she know that you felt the same as her too.

You're the only one who she hasn't read mind at all she doesn't want you to think that she might be a stalker or weird you want a privacy for the sake of your life and she very well respected you.

Whenever you and her are in the same room things are very uncomfortable with the both of you you both can't spoke to each other without a stutter or blush.

The first confession was very unexpected she showed up to your door and you gratefully let her in and ask her what's wrong she tried to avoid your beautiful lovely eyes and she told you about her feelings you were too stunned to speak she got immediately cut off by you're little sister asking who was she you both will never forget that moment it was very hilarious.

You were the first one to who ask her on a date she quickly said yes to you you pick her up and oh my god does she look ravishing you both compliment each other at the same time you laugh it of.

After the date she ask you to another date you gladly accepted it but what you didn't expect is that she already ask you the next day to be her girlfriend you excitedly said yes to her you both kissed and cuddled all night long.

What you don't like about Wanda is when she's gone and when you're totally longing for her and when she's mad her eyes would turn into red but sometimes that didn't actually scared you.

When you both got into an argument she told you bad things that she didn't even meant and when she's mad she couldn't sometimes control her power and when you yelled back at her with tears already falling out of your cheeks she would stop immediately and say sorry but she know that you wouldn't talk to her for who knows maybe minutes or hours or even the next day.

She cook you you're favorite meal whenever you had a stressful day she would massage your shoulders and gave you some sweet kisses that you always longingfor the day.

Sometimes she would felt that you've been stalked she would immediately found out who was it and she would use her powers to frightened whoever that it.

Yes sometimes she would get overprotective over you but you didn't want her to stop doing that because the more she done it te more you felt safe with her and she does keep you safe for the rest of you're life.

When you told her that she should come over to some party that you're friends invited you she hesitate but accept it just for you and in the inside she was happy that you still want her beside you.

She would find some people checking you out and you sometimes being oblivious she would scare them away just a flick of her finger without you knowing what she's doing to them.

She would sometimes spoil you buying things that you didn't even needed and you already have a plan B for that you would wrap them into gifts and give them to the avengers for free gifts thats why they also like you.

When you realize that you found out that you're totally I love with Wanda you would tried to avoid her or ignore her but as soon you both started dating you understood her why she's a very quiet person and different from the others.

When it cames to sex it actually depends on her mode if she's soft or rough but she would still be nice all to you after you both have sex.

You both had a kink especially her too mommy/daddy,breeding,praise,belly bulge kink and some others that can't be counted.

What you both love aftercare is the both of you holding each other just embracing this peaceful moment and she would gave you some sweet kisses and admire each other.

You or her would have nightmares you or her would be immediately woke up sweating and catching you're breath but you would always comfort each other and sometimes it would stay you both awake until the morning telling each other that there's nothing to worry about.

When she had told you about her brother she hesitate to tell you but you made her sure that you'll never be leaving her and it'll be all right you would sometimes comfort her when she misses her brother and it always broke you're heart to see her like this.

The 5th anniversary you both had was really kind of not great she came onto you're house without telling you she was shock when she opened the door it was you're parents who was having dinner after some weird entrance you awkwardly introduced her to your parents she has a very good connection to your mother but your father is her most scared of.

What you didn't expect for your father to ask if wanda's alright having kids and getting married to you you immediately felt embarrassed for what your father have just said while you're mother laugh and soon was cut off by a yes you all turn around to look at wanda who blankly turn to you and you're father, after that they already gave you they're blessings.

No one could hurt the scarlet witch girlfriend even though if they tried they'll be punished and may not be breathing.

an: I just had a surgery and I kinda need some rest so maybe it'll take days before I come back :)

[fukanouna]

Wanda… Do you really want to punch your way out of this one?

[missmarvelobsession]

Sometimes you're the only one who could understand 🥺💔

[suzieloveships]

I wanna live in a perfect utopia where Avengers, Fantastic 4, Mutants and Imhumans live in peace, Karl Mordo is Sorcerer Supreme, Maria Rambeau is Captain Marvel, Ultron didn't turn evil, Erik and Charles are on good terms, Wanda is happy, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit is still Disney's mascot and Bruce Campbell sells pizza rolls

[wndaswife]

let me share a thought…. tommy and billy forcing their mom to stop cleaning and play fortnite with them, so they teach her how to play and defend her on voice chat when her teammates call her bad by saying it’s their little sister playing 😭😭

like imagine 838 wanda cuddled between her two sons with her little headset on and the console controller in her hands, eyebrows furrowed together with the tip of her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth in deep focus meanwhile she’s walking into walls and getting actively shot at LOL

[aparticularbandit]

Kiss in the Rain

Summary: Ash may have asked Agnes to cross the multiverse with her, but Agnes refuses to believe there's anything romantic in that question. No one really wants her, after all.

Part of The Finding Family Omnibus.

Agnes Bohner/Wanda Maximoff (Earth-838)

Rating: T.

AO3

She was never meant to stay here forever.

Agnes remembers the first time Ash asked in that early morning quiet reserved just for the two of them, remembers the sharp scent of ginger in her tea, the equally sharp tang of it on her tongue, remembers Ash stirring her tea with a silver spoon and saying, “I think I might leave soon,” before glancing up briefly through her lashes and asking, “Would you like to join me?”

It’s not a request to run away with her by any means, but Agnes grew up on romance stories and soap operas.  She can read between the lines.  (She tells herself not to because that’s what screwed her over with Wanda – with Scarlet – but she can’t help it.  For all that her life might look like nothing but one trouble after another to an outsider, Agnes’s best quality is positivity.  Her worst is mistaken hope.)

“Where would we go?” Agnes asks while her heart warms and constricts.  “Not that…not that I mind, of course, dear.”  Her gaze drops to her tea, focuses on the warm amber color within, the way it ripples as her hands so slightly shake.

Ash takes a sip of her tea.  “I haven’t decided yet.”  She pauses.  “Somewhere far away.”

When her words trail away, Agnes sneaks a glance of her.  Ash’s gaze has moved away from her, out the nearest window, full of longing.  The thick scar across her forehead gleams white in the morning sunlight.  It’s alluring.  “What about Scarlet?” she asks, trying to keep her voice from trembling.  “What about Agatha?”

What about our family? is what she should be asking, but…but….

Ash snorts and turns back to Agnes, resting her head in her free hand.  “I think they’re quite full of themselves, don’t you?”

~

Of course, when Ash brought up traveling to another universe, Agnes had her doubts.

“What if we want to come back?” she’d asked.  “What if we want to visit all of the lovelies still here?”

Ash just tilted her head to one side and looked at Agnes with deep green eyes that might as well have been peering into her soul.  “Do you think you’ll want to come back, Agnes?”

Even now, Agnes hasn’t told Ash everything that happened with Agatha and Scarlet, but sometimes…sometimes it feels like she still knows, somehow.  It felt like it then, too; she remembers wondering if the others told her.  It soured her against them even more; that sort of thing should stay between them.  It shouldn’t—

“No,” Agnes found herself saying, the softest sort of admission she’s ever made before, one that she wouldn’t be making at all, even to herself, if she didn’t have to consider the possibility.  “I don’t think I will.”

~

Over another cup of tea while everyone slept, Ash convinced her to live together in the new universe.  “At least at first,” she said with that disarming gentle lift of one corner of her lips.  “I think it will help the boys have some sense of normalcy.”

“Of course, dear.”  Agnes nodded, thinking nothing of it.  “We need to consider the boys.  I’ll stay as long as you like.”

Ash lifted her cup of tea between both hands and blew gently across its top.  “Us, too,” she murmured as the cup warmed her hands.  “I think it will be nice for us, too.”

She didn’t intend to do so, but Agnes startled regardless.  When she looked up, she found that Ash was simply taking another sip of her tea, as though what she’d said didn’t mean much of anything at all.  So Agnes stilled her rapidly beating heart with a calming breath in – the scent of orange from her tea stirring in the air – and said, “Yes.”  She swallowed and nodded once. “It…it would be nice to…to not have to start over all on our own, wouldn’t it, dear?”  A nervous chuckle escaped her.  “Of…of course, you would never be on your own, since you have your boys, but….”

“Mmhm.”

When Ash smiled around the lip of her teacup, Agnes didn’t catch it.  Perhaps it’s better that she didn’t.

~

The only problem with this new universe – and Agnes didn’t even consider it a problem, she still doesn’t – was how many people looked at her sometimes as though they know her, as though she did something horrible to them.  It happened so often in those first few days that the boys picked up on it.  Even Tommy started giving her a look of disgust.

Ash just took her hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, and said, “Maybe it’s time that we give somewhere else a try.”

After the third new city in a month, Agnes suggested, gently, that maybe, maybe it would be better for the boys if they went their separate ways.  “I can take care of myself, hon,” she’d said over their morning cup of tea.  “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“But who will I drink tea with?” Ash asked, her deep green eyes wide with shock.  Before Agnes could suggest that she might find someone new to drink tea with (or that, perhaps, Agnes didn’t need to live with her to drink tea with her), she continued, “Who would I start my days with?”

Agnes’s cheeks flushed bright, and she dropped her gaze.  “It was only for a little while,” she murmured, staring at her hands and clasping them together to give her some sort of stillness.  “It was only until we got used to this new world, wasn’t it, hon?  I was never meant to stay here.”

With you.

“I’m not kicking you to the curb, Agnes.”

And that was that.

Agnes has never been very good at conflict, and she’s even less good at it when the conflict is just as much within herself.  She wanted to stay with Ash – she still does – and at least then, Ash gave her a good reason to stay.  Why would she ever fight against that?  She wouldn’t.  She didn’t.

But….

~

It was another few months before they found somewhere the people didn’t seem to know Agnes, and it was another few months beyond that where they settled in and became normal parts of the town, and it was another few months beyond that before Tommy looked at Agnes, gave her that same disgusted look he’d learned from the people who acted like they knew her, and said where his mother could not hear him, “When are you gonna leave?”

“I…I…um….”

“Mom doesn’t even like you, you know.”  Tommy looked over Agnes in a way that reminded her of the way Ralph used to look at her, and any of her objections disappeared in a moment.  “She just lets you stay here because you’re so pathetic.”  He glared at her.  “Why don’t you go live your own life, huh?”

Agnes just stood there while Tommy walked off, breathing heavy.  Over the next several days, she thought of Ralph, who often spat words at her in just the same blunt, certain tone, and of Agatha, who’d hugged her and kissed her when they first truly met (other than the break-in, which Agnes tends to not think about), but who’d left her alone when she’d most needed someone, and even more importantly of Scarlet – of Wanda – who was the last person who brought her from her normal life all the way out into the middle of nowhere, who’d seemed like she’d wanted her there, who’d encouraged her affections, and who’d, in the end, only wanted her because—

Maybe, for once, she should listen to the people who are telling her the truth.

Maybe she should leave.

~

She was never meant to stay here forever.

Agnes knows that.

But knowing that doesn’t make it any easier when she finally starts to pack up her bags, pack up the life she’d built here in this little house with Ash, and pack up the self she’d slowly been starting to become.

Ash pretends that she doesn’t understand.  She pretends that she wants Agnes to stay, but Agnes knows the truth.  Ash is just being nice.  She’s just putting up with Agnes because she’d dragged her into this new universe with her and it’s taking longer to feel good here.  She feels responsible, but she didn’t ever mean for Agnes to stay this long.

For once, finally, Agnes understands that.  There’s a lot of things people don’t know how to say, especially if they’re uncomfortable.  She does that all the time!  So the kindest, nicest thing she can do for Ash is to leave and not make her have to say anything at all.  So she gives Ash a smile and forces herself not to cry and says, “I just thought it was time I got out of your hair, dear.  That’s all.”

“Agnes—”

“The boys are settled, dear.”  Agnes fiddles with the new luggage set she just bought.  It’s shiny and bright and the softest shades of rose and lavender she’s ever seen on anything.  It’s perfect.  It’s beautiful.  She just regrets that she doesn’t have another reason to use it.  “We’re settled.  We know people, and you know people, and you don’t need to put up with dear old Agnes for another moment.”

“I never thought I was putting up with—”

Agnes doesn’t look up.  That makes it easier.  “You’ll find someone else for tea, dear.  Someone better to spend your mornings with.”  She smiles, thinking of the kindness she is giving by not taking up anymore of Ash’s time.  “You don’t need to worry about me anymore,” she says, turning just enough to place a hand on Ash’s shoulder.  “You’ll be fine, hon.  I’ll be fine.”

You’ll be happier without me.

“Is that really what you want, Nessie?”  Ash looks up then, eyes of steel meeting Agnes’s much softer gaze.  “You really want to leave?”

No.  No, she doesn’t want to leave.  No, she wants to stay here forever and start her mornings with Ash and drink tea with her for always.  But that’s…that’s selfish, to want those things, if it means that Ash is unhappy, to force her wants to overpower Ash’s needs just because Ash, like her, doesn’t know how to tell her to do otherwise.  She won’t do to Ash what so many other people have done to her.  She won’t.

So she lies.

Or…she tries to lie, but she can’t get the words to come out.

Instead, she says, “We’ll talk tomorrow, hon, if you…if you want,” and forces herself to leave.

~

~

The rain drenches her hair.  Flattens it.

Her luggage gets caught in the mud.

She can’t tell if it’s the rain or her own tears that are ruining her make-up.  (Honestly, sometimes she thinks she should stop wearing it at all, given how often she cries.  But she was going to be good today.  The rain just…just screwed everything up.)

Agnes tugs on her luggage a little harder.  “C’mon, hon.”  She turns, grabs the handle with both hands, and gives it a rough tug.  “We’ve got to go—”

The luggage jolts out of the mud.  Agnes loses her grip, stumbles backward, and falls into the mud.  She forces herself to stand, rubs her eyes with the back of one hand, grabs the handle again, and starts away.

It doesn’t matter that she’s already crying.  It doesn’t matter that she’s covered in mud.  She’s going—

“Nessie.”

No.  Agnes refuses to listen.  This isn’t like the romance movies or the books or the soap operas.  It’s nothing like that.  She’s not going to make Ash put up with her anymore.  She’s not going to make anyone put up with her anymore.  She’s going to leave before—

Ash grabs her shoulder a little too hard and turns her to face her, those eyes like steel staring down at her.

For a moment, all Agnes can see is Ralph, who often grabbed her the same way, and she flinches, winces, and tears herself out of Ash’s grip.  “Don’t,” she whines, throat tight, even though there’s something comforting in the gesture, something familiar, and something in her longs for the rough touch as a result, leans toward it.

But Ash’s face falls.  “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to—”  She takes a deep breath, the water soaking her, now, too, and she tries to push her hair back but it falls just as flat as Agnes’s has.  “You didn’t say yes,” she says, near breathless, and meets Agnes’s eyes again, searching them.  “If you don’t want to go, then don’t.”

Agnes shakes her head.  “Please don’t make me stay when you don’t want me,” she says, finally, her voice soft, quiet.  “I can’t…I can’t live through that again, Ash.  Even if…even if you’re trying to be nice, please don’t…don’t.”  She presses her lips together, shakes her head again.  “I can’t.  I can’t live through that again, and—”

Ash kisses her.

It’s a rough sort of thing, mismatched, their teeth knocking together, not quite fitting, but not quite uncomfortable either.  It’s not the way kissing in the rain is supposed to be, if the movies and books and things told Agnes anything, but maybe she should quit expecting life to line up with television shows because she’s not in one.

(Not anymore.)

Also, in television shows, Agnes would be a lot less confused.  “What are….”  She wipes her lips with the back of her hand.  “What are you doing, hon?  You don’t have to—”

“Nessie, you think I’d kiss you just because I had some misguided sense of duty to you?”  Ash searches her eyes.  “Is that easier to believe than that I actually want you here?”

Agnes grapples with that for a moment before saying, “Yes.”  She tries not to think it, tries not to say it, but she does anyway.  “No one ever wants me, hon.  Not really.  They just pretend.”  She chuckles, then, and thinks of Ralph.  “Some of them don’t even pretend very well.”

“Well, I’m not pretending.”  Ash sighs and looks back to the house.  “Now come back inside.  It’s cold out here, and you’re being ridiculous.”  She shivers as though to prove her point.

Right now, Agnes just stares at Ash in disbelief, still grappling with everything, still unsure.  “Wait,” she says, hesitantly.

Ash turns to her with one brow raised.  “For what?”

“Can we…can we try that again, hon?” Agnes asks, unable to meet Ash’s eyes.  “The…the kiss, I mean.  Now that we’re both…now that we know what we’re both doing.”  She runs her hand through her hair and then looks up, hopeful.  When she sees Ash’s smile, she takes that as a quiet permission and kisses her.

It’s better this time, the kiss.  It feels good.  Right.  And the slightest hum of approval when she tugs Ash’s bottom lip with her teeth sends a warm shiver down her spine.  “I…I suppose you do want me, then, don’t you, dear?” Agnes purrs in a way that she hasn’t in over a year, even as she questions, as she feels unsure.

“Imagine,” Ash murmurs, staring at Agnes’s lips, “we could have been doing this for the past seven months instead of just drinking tea.”

Agnes’s eyes widen.  “I like tea.  You don’t want—”

Ash hushes her with another kiss.

~

(They wake up the next morning shaking, feverish, and more than a little snot-nosed.

“Next time,” Ash moans, “we don’t kiss in the rain and somebody will listen when I say we should go inside.” Agnes just rolls over and hides her head in her pillow.)

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Wanda Maximoff in Universe 838

Elizabeth Olsen as Wanda.