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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Sorry for your lost - Part I “I will grieve”.

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Summary: When your wife Natasha passes away in a car accident, a part of you dies with her. It takes a few months of mourning for your psychiatrist thinks the best alternative is for you to join a grief group. And there you meet Wanda Maximoff, and learn to live again.

Warnings: (+16) mentions of death, panic attacks and anxiety, grief, self sabotage, mentions of abusive family background, mutual attraction, explicit consent, therapeutic conversations about death, self-deprecation, healthy methods of coping with grief, possible triggers about anxiety, hurtful behaviors, domestic wanda.

Chapter warnings: Heavy angst, death.

Author’s notes: Hello readers! I'm finally back to posting something, but I disappeared for a good reason, I was writing three new series. And here is the first of them. I really enjoyed this work and it's something I've been trying to write since I watched WandaVision, and only now I've managed to put it into words. I am not finished yet, but there is only one chapter left, so your reading will not be affected. Pay attention to the warnings, and good reading!

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@mionemymind / @abimess / @stephanieromanoff / @yourtaletotell / @tomy5girls / @justagaypanicking / @thegayw1tch

//-//

Chapter One - I’ll grieve.

You wished you could go back to sleep as soon as you opened your eyes. The sound of your alarm buzzed loudly throughout the room, and after putting it on snooze mode at least four times, you finally got annoyed enough to grab it and throw it across the room. But the sound continued.

Letting out a grumble of dissatisfaction, you pushed the comforter off you, and sat up in your bed. Your room was a mess, but you just skipped through the clothes on the floor to reach the phone, turning off the alarm through the new crack you made in the screen.

"Honey, are you up?" you heard your mother's distant voice calling you through the door, probably from the living room or the kitchen. "Don't forget your therapy today."

You sighed impatiently, running your hands through your hair. The damn group therapy.

Grumbling lightly, you forced yourself to take a shower, not wanting "poor hygiene" to end up on your progress report card.

A while later, when you were finished, you went into the kitchen. Your mother was using her laptop on the counter, and just waved at you.

"Are you going to take me?" You asked her with your hands in your pockets. Your mother took her eyes off the screen to evaluate the sweatshirt you were wearing, and you rolled your eyes at her disapproving expression.

"You know, you could try driv-"

"Mom" You cut her off in earnest, your heart racing momentarily. You don't drive. An she knows. Your mother sighs, putting her hands up in a sign of surrender.

"It was just a suggestion dear." She retorts as she stands up, reaching for her car key on the key rack exiting the kitchen. "But I'm busy with the store, you'll need to take the subway next time."

"Thanks for the support." You grumble as you step out in front and your mother lets out a wry chuckle.

You frown and let out a dissatisfied exclamation as you step outside feeling the sun's rays on your face.

"You're not a vampire, cut the drama." Mocks your mother by pushing you lightly to get you out of the way.

You grumble as you walk to the car. And when you are sitting on the seat, your mother is starting the vehicle and she asks:

"Are you sure you're not going to eat anything?"

Looking out the window, you just mumble that you're not hungry, and she shakes her head in disapproval before you back the car up. You don't speak any more on the way.

//-//

Your mother dropped you off in the parking lot of a gymnasium where the therapy group would be meeting. You sighed as you got out, and thanked her for the ride and the money she gave you to eat, even though you probably weren't going to use.

Resisting the urge to run away, you forced your feet to walk toward the place.

There were a few people at the door, but you didn't smile at any of them, entering the place with your head down and your hands in your pockets.

And then a woman greeted you, and put a little sticker with your name on your shirt when you gave her your papers.

Then she signaled the way you should go, and you ended up on the gymnasium court, where there was a wheel of chairs, and a table with food and drink, and several people scattered around, who you thought were part of your therapy group.

Sighing impatiently you made your way to the bleachers of the venue, hoping to be alone until the session started and you could leave.

Fortunately it wasn't long before the leader signaled for everyone to sit in the circle, and you sighed as you stood up. You ended up with one of the chairs on the far left opposite the therapist, which could be bad since he would see you clearly.

"Thank you very much for coming." Said the therapist smiling gently as his gaze roved over everyone in the circle. You kept your gaze on your shoes. He made a noise with his throat. "Who would like to start today?"

The silence lasted for a few seconds, but then someone was speaking. You forced yourself to come back to reality and pay attention.

"[...] and this is my fourth week around here." Said a woman in a leather jacket. You noticed the army lanyard around her neck. She was talking about an accident when you got distracted again. Lightly poking your eye with your finger, you tried to focus again, letting out a low sigh. And then the therapist was talking again.

"We have new faces today." He said and you felt your heart speed up. You absolutely did not want to talk in front of strangers. "Why don't you share with us, miss?"

You raised your gaze to meet that of the therapist, smiling gently at you. The rest of the group looked at you as well. Taking a deep breath, you began to wiggle your fingers on your leg.

"I don't... I've never been in a group." You say clumsily. "What should I say?"

"Whatever you wish to say." He answers with a smile. You swallow the urge to tell him you didn't want to talk at all. Realizing your lack of response, he is quick to add. "Why don't you tell us why you are here?."

You let out a dry laugh.

"I really didn't have much choice." You retort wryly. The therapist looks slightly surprised, but makes no mention of interrupting you. You let out a sigh before clarifying. "My psychiatrist, she...she didn't approve of my social ratings. She wanted me to talk to other people. People who... went through the same things I did." You count staring at the floor. When you look up again, the group still waits for you to continue, and you sigh, running your hands through your hair. "I haven't... I... I haven't talked to other people outside of my family in six months. Not since..."

You move your head, sniffling slightly as you straighten your posture. The therapist clears his throat.

"You just need to share whatever you are ready to tell us." He says gently, you nod slightly feeling extremely vulnerable. "But remember that this is a safe space. There is nothing to fear here."

And then he is talking about methods of easing the guilt, and dealing with the pain and you were distracted again. You would like to go back to bed. It must have taken a while, but the session is finally over.

The group dispersed around the room, and you went toward the therapist's desk to have him sign your schedule. He smiled as you approached.

"Miss Y/N/L, I was happy to hear that you would be joining us today." He said greeting you with a handshake. You nodded, taking the paper from your pocket. He chuckled, but accepted it. "You know, I'd like you to try to have a partner in the group, it's recommended for cases like yours."

"What do you mean cases like me?" You ask snidely, but he doesn't care.

"Doctor Harkness gave me your chart." He explained as he signed the paper you gave him while you frowned. "Extreme Social Anxiety in the first few months of treatment. Tendency to complete isolation, introverted..."

"Yeah I know my problems, buddy." You interrupt him with irritation. "You don't have to list them for me."

The therapist gives a lopsided chuckle, and holds out the signed paper to you. But he adds with a serious look:

"I'm here to help you, Y/N." He says. "Don't forget that."

You don't respond and take the paper, turning toward the exit.

//-//

Your week passes slowly and tortuously. Which is surprising because you barely get out of bed. And then it is group therapy day again, and you are making a new crack at your cell phone screen.

Your mother greets you with a pat on the back as you enter the kitchen, and she is walking past you toward her own room.

You know you have to take the subway today, and you are trying not to think about it too much. As you are walking out the door, your eyes pass quickly over your car key, and you think you have a flash of memory, but you shake your head quickly, pushing the thought away. And then you walk forward.

And you are late for the session, because you can't take the bus to the station, since your feet simply didn't obey you. But that's okay, you don't really care.

You weren't the only one who was late. When you went to enter the door, a red-haired woman bumped into you, also running to get in. She smiled slightly as she apologized, and you just made room for her to enter first.

"Sorry Stephen." She said to the therapist as soon as you two entered the gymnasium, "I had an emergency with the kids."

The man just shook his head with a smile, and waved for you both to sit down.

"And why were you late today, miss Y/L/N?" He asked you. You shrugged your shoulders.

"I didn't wanna come." You retorted and the group giggled, and the sudden sound startled you slightly, but you just sat with your arms crossed.

"Do you want to try again?" He retorted with light humor in his voice. And you bit the inside of your cheeks. And then you looked down at the floor.

"I couldn't get on the bus." You confessed next. Stephen looked at you tenderly, though, and you didn't like the feeling of your chest heaving slightly.

"And why do you think that happened?"

You shrugged, uncomfortable.

"I don't know. I... There were too many people." You said embarrassed. And then you started twiddling your fingers, feeling all eyes on you. "I just... I knew I'd have to say hello to the driver, and the conductor. And then I would pass strangers in the hallway, and one of them would sit next to me. And I just... I couldn't."

Stephen nodded slightly in agreement.

"It's okay, Y/N. " He stated. "No one is judging you here."

You let out a dry laugh, and Stephen blinks in surprise, which spurs you to explode.

"Everyone is judging me, Doc." You say through gritted teeth, swinging your leg. "It's as if I can hear the gears in people's brains forming opinions about me." You state with a sigh. "Like my mother for example. She...she...acts like I'm past the time of mourning." You explain with tears in your eyes. "Like there's a limit, and I'm extending her goodwill. Because it's been six months, and she doesn't want me to be sad anymore. But guess what? I don't know how to move on!" You state angrily. "I can't! If I don't miss her, what's left for me? If I don't... God, I can't do this."

And you stand up, wiping your tears away, and walk out of the gymnasium, heading for the restrooms. You feel your heart racing, and it's hard to breathe.

As you rest your hands on the sink, your brain starts to wander back to the day of the accident again. You choke, because it feels like you're sinking again. You see the water rising through the metal of the car. Your hands on the steering wheel, and then on the seat belt. You shake your head, pushing the images away, and rush to turn on the faucet in front of you and pour the water on your face.

You take a deep breath, trying to stop the tears. And then there is someone entering.

"Are you okay?" Stephen asks and you nod lightly, ignoring the trembling in your hands as you stare at him through the reflection of the mirror. "I gave a break to the group, wouldn't you like to walk with me?"

"I'm not good company right now." You grumble but he smiles, nodding slightly as if to repeat the invitation. You take a deep breath before turning around.

You walk silently and slowly to the outside of the gymnasium, and then he is speaking again.

"You were very brave today." He comments, and you let out a dry laugh. "Why don't you believe me?"

"I panicked today." You say. " It doesn't sound very brave to me."

Stephen smiles guiding you through the gymnasium entrance toward the parking lot.

"You talked about a trauma to a group of people." He says. "That takes a lot of courage, even if you don't believe it."

"I don't believe in anything." You grumble, but Stephen doesn't mind your hostility. He stays with his friendly posture.

"I would like you to accept my request from before." He said after a moment. "About a group partner."

You let out a sigh.

"I don't even know what that means." You retort with slight impatience as you reach the edge of the parking lot. You notice the garden a few feet ahead of you.

"It's like a therapy buddy." He explains with a smile. "We encourage socializing here. That's why Agatha recommended this group to you."

"Oh, of course you do. Agatha is a bitch." You wryly wipe your hands across your face. Stephen laughs lightly. "How does that work anyway? Do I have to hold someone's hand? Exchange friendship bracelets?"

"No, it's much better." He says with a chuckle. "You talk to that person. You exchange experiences with them. You learn to trust somebody else again."

"My god, it looks like a fucking Disney movie." You retort with irritation and Stephen lets out a laugh. And then you let out a sigh, shrugging your shoulders. "Okay, I'll do it. I have nothing to lose, and it seems that neither you nor Agatha will leave me alone if I don't agree."

"We want you to feel better. Don't take this as a punishment." He says, guiding you back to the gym. You nod slightly, thinking that it really does feel like punishment anyway.

//-//

You see Agatha the same week. Your appointments have been switched to monthly meetings instead of weeks as they were at the beginning of treatment, and while you appreciate the familiarity of seeing her, you can't help but feel irritated with her.

"Someone's grumpy." She comments as soon as you sit down on the couch in the room, to which you roll your eyes.

"You are always so very tender, Agatha." You mock as you cross your legs, hoping the time will pass soon.

Agatha laughs lightly, finishing tidying up a few things on her desk. And then she gets up and sits down in the armchair a few feet in front of the sofa where you are, carrying a small notebook in her hands.

"So, why don't you tell me how your your first two sessions in group therapy went?"

You let out a dry laugh.

"Like Stephen didn't tell you everything." You sneer and Agatha just smiles, waiting for you to speak. You let out an impatient sigh, before stating wryly. "It was amazing, doc. It only took two sessions for me to have a panic attack, so thank you for that."

"Why do you think that happened?"

You squeezed your eyes.

"I have no idea." You retorted. "I'm not the doctor here." Agatha laughs lightly, and then opens her notebook and starts writing something. You sigh impatiently. “Really, you're going to start that again?”

"If you don't talk, I write." She states simply, and you roll your eyes, shifting on the couch uncomfortably.

"Agatha, I just... I couldn't get on a bus, okay?" you tell her, and she closes her notebook to look at you attentively. You take a deep breath. "There were a lot of people. I don't mind walking anyway. It helps me think."

"You don't mind walking eight blocks?" She asks with a slight irony. "That's pretty athletic of you."

"It's weird that you know my address off the top of your head." You play lightly, and she just laughs, straightening her posture.

"Why don't you just tell me what you want to tell me?"

"Why don't you ask me what you want to ask?"

Agatha blinks slightly in surprise, and then she shakes her head slightly, opening her notebook again. You sigh.

"Okay, sorry." You say, and she looks at you for a moment before closing the object again. I... I thought I was drowning again.”

"Are your nightmares back?" She asks seriously, and you deny it with your head.

"I feel too anxious to sleep." You tell. "And then I black out from exhaustion in the night or in the morning. I don't dream anymore."

"Have you been taking your medication?"

You sigh.

"Of course I have." You say. "I don't... I'm having trouble keeping my mind still. Like the first few months, you know. Everything seems so noisy now."

Agatha nods slightly, becoming thoughtful for a few moments.

"I know it may sound strange to hear that, but that means you're getting better." She declares and you frown in surprise, then let out a dry laugh.

"How is my peak anxiety a good thing?"

She opens the book again, but before you can ask what you said wrong, she is reading.

"The first day you were here, you said you felt like you were empty." She narrated and you swallowed dryly. "During your first two months, you continued to describe that you felt like an empty shell. And that you no longer had any dreams, thoughts, or opinions. Without your wife, you said you were no longer here."

You felt your eyes fill with water at the mention of her. But you swallowed your emotions. Agatha turned a page, and read for a few seconds, and then looked at you.

"With your history of anxiety, your mind was remarkably quiet after the passing of your wife." She says. "But now that you're on medication, and therapeutic treatment, plus you're socializing even superficially with the world again, you're starting to feel things again. That's progress."

You look away from her, nodding slightly, trying to believe her words, and trying not to be so terrified at the thought of learning to live again. Without Nat.

You choke slightly, holding back a sob, and then Agatha hands you a box of tissues, but you refuse with a nod, wiping away the tears that have slightly escaped.

"What do you want to talk about now?" She asks after a moment. You take a deep breath, still trying to calm yourself.

"Last week I took a cold bath." You count. "It was snowing."

Agatha blinks in surprise at the information and then lets out a giggle.

"You want me to write it in the book don't you?"

You laugh, wiping away the last of the insistent tears. You just hope Agatha could help you.

//-//

You hate coffee. But you barely slept last night, and now you need to stay awake during the group meeting, so instead of walking to the chair in the corner like you used to, you detour your way to the food and beverage table as soon as you arrive at the gym.

There are a few members around, but you don't look at them, just sidestepping as you extend your arm to the coffee bottle. You pour some, and as you touch the cup, you notice. It's cold.

"Hey sorry about that." Said a girl you thought was named Val or something, as soon as she saw you touching the cup. "We mixed up the shifts yesterday and nobody made new coffee."

You rolled your eyes, picking up the cup and throwing it in the trash. Then you forced a wry smile on the girl and walked outside.

It was cold, but you are boiling with rage. It was just a damn cup of coffee, you thought as you closed your eyes and tried to reduce your anger. Just coffee.

You stumbled with fright when Stephen called out to you.

"We'll get started in a minute." He said looking at you curiously. You just nodded, following him after a few seconds.

You bit the inside of your cheek when you noticed the same coffee girl as before, now sitting where you usually sat. The universe was testing you today.

You just sighed, twiddling your fingers inside your pocket, and walked over to one of the free chairs.

After Stephen gave the briefing, he asked if everyone was all right, and the group lied in unison. You were almost asleep when he called your name.

"I would like to choose your partner today." He says and you feel your heart racing as you straighten your posture. "But I want to know if you have any preferences."

You blink in confusion, and roll your eyes.

"I don't know anyone here, but I'm sure they will all hate me equally, doc." You tried to joke, but Stephen only looked at you with concern.

"No one does or will hate you." He says and you swallow dryly, looking away as you mumble that it was just a joke. Stephen pauses momentarily before continuing. "You know that everyone here has their own experiences of loss and they are unique in their own way, even if they have similarities." He begins and you just wish he would speak soon who your partner is at once. "Usually we don't put new members together, but with the release of one of our members, the number ended up getting odd." He explains. "Anyway, I'm sure you and Mrs. Maximoff will get along very well together."

You frowned slightly at the whole explanation. Then you looked around the group, and realized that this Maximoff woman was the late redhead from the previous session who looked at you curiously. You looked away from her to Stephen.

"Thank you, doc." You said with a slight irony and Stephen just nodded smiling.

"Partners are grieving companions ladies." He says. "We will assess your progress at each session, and then switch partners once the necessary improvement has been achieved."

You grumbled in understanding, and looked away to your lap. When Stephen began to ask about the stories, your mind wandered to the departure time.

And when the session was over you wished you could go to sleep. But Stephen made a slight movement of his head in Maximoff's direction, and you understood that you should talk to her.

Ignoring the urge to show Stephen the middle finger, you just sighed as you got up from your chair and lazily walked over to the woman at the exit. She was talking to a man, and you were even more anxious to address not one, but two strangers.

"Hi." You greeted awkwardly, and both of them turned to you with mild curiosity.

"Hey, you're Y/N, right?" Said the man with a smile as he held out his hand to you. "I'm Bucky. James Barnes actually, but everyone calls me Bucky." He said and you shook his hand, smiling awkwardly. Then he quickly pointed at the woman. "And this is Wanda Maximoff, your grief partner."

"Hi." Wanda said shyly as she offered her hand to greet you. You accepted as clumsily as she did.

"Sorry, I don't know how this works." You say. "Should we exchange numbers or something? Or is that just a therapy thing?"

Bucky gives a little chuckle.

"Oh believe me, they'll know if you're not making it work." He counters. "My first partner was Sam Wilson and we wanted to jump on each other's necks whenever we saw each other. And then Stephen asked us to move in together." He says and you blink in surprise. "We're married now, but that's not the point. I guess I'm getting off topic..."

"Bucky." Wanda interrupts with a smile, and he smiles half-heartedly as well. You frown, annoyed by Bucky's story. You didn't want to marry anyone. "I guess we'll make it work, I hope you don't mind having the company of two tiny restless creatures on our walks."

You look at her with confusion and then you understand, smiling shyly.

"No, it's okay." You say. "I like children."

"Really?" She asks in surprise.

You nod slightly. "Unlike adults, they tell the truth."

Wanda seemed to be thoughtful, but then Bucky lets out an exclamation.

"As group guide, I have to pass the to-do list to you ladies." He says pulling a small notebook from the back pocket of his pants. He pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it to Wanda. "Partners need to develop these habits of socializing and coping with grief together. And yes, there is a test."

You sigh impatiently, tucking a loose string behind your ear.

"That sounds fun." You mock lightly making them smile.

"Anyway, good luck to you two." He says tenderly. "And Wanda, call me if you need help with Tommy. I know a good therapist."

You frown slightly, not understanding what he is referring to, but you prefer to stay out of matters that are none of your business. And then Bucky kisses Wanda on the cheek in farewell and waves to you smiling before leaving. You switch foot weights when you are alone with Wanda. Talking to other people is not exactly your strong suit these past few months.

"So..." You start clumsily when she turns to you.

"So." She repeats equally embarrassed. You then clear your throat and rush to pull your cell phone out of your pocket and hand it to her.

"Give me your number." You say. "That way we can arrange...whatever this is."

Wanda smiles weakly as she accepts the device, and you ignore the curious look when she notices the cracks in the screen. A moment later she hands the cell phone back to you.

"I gotta go." She says. "I need to pick up my kids from school."

You nod slightly and force a smile to say goodbye, and Wanda copies your movement before leaving.

You stare at your cell phone next, noticing the slight anxiety in your stomach as you read the contact "Wanda Maximoff" on the screen.

//-//

By the weekend, you are miserable. Just like the first few months.

You spilled some tea under your bed, and when you went to clean it up, you ended up taking the objects that were lying there. And then you found a crumpled piece of paper.

It was your farewell speech. The words you wrote down to speak on the day of the funeral. The paper you pulled out of your pocket when you got home from the ceremony and probably fell under the bed when you collapsed on the floor from crying so hard.

Suddenly your chest tightened and you couldn't breathe. But you didn't want your mother to worry, so you concentrated on remembering the exercises your therapist had taught you.

And when the room started to get too small, you left.

But because it was cold and rainy, you had just taken a hot shower and had decided to brew tea before you finished putting on a sweater, you had bent down to pick up your socks, and the liquid fell on the floor.

You went outside without your shoes, and your mother let out a worried exclamation when she saw you standing outside, staring at nothing.

"Honey?" She asked walking out the door after seeing you through the kitchen window. "Honey, what is it?"

You didn't answer. Your face was wet. Your mother's hands wrapped around your shoulders, and she gently pushed you inside, worried that you would end up getting hypothermia.

"I'm fine." You gasped as she led you inside, but she just shook her head. "I'm fine."

"No, honey." She retorted making you frown. "You're not."

"Mom."

"Sit down."

And then there were blankets around you, and socks on your feet. And your mother was in the kitchen, on the phone, but everything seemed stuffy. You began to be absent again. Thousands of memories flashing through your eyes.

An image of yourself on that living room floor, laughing while your girlfriend had her arms wrapped around you. Your mother was pouring a glass of wine for each of you, and you were happy to tell her about your engagement.

Then an image of you running across the room, trying to dodge the tickles your father tickled you while you laughed.

Then a puppy in your hands on the floor. You looked at it fondly, laughing at how cute it looked.

Looking down, you saw a hand on your thigh. It was your wife's, the ring on her finger. She smiled at you. You were happy because that was the day you told your mother about the house purchase.

You gasped slightly when you felt someone's hand on your shoulder suddenly.

"I need you to tell me three things you can see." It was Agatha. God, you should have been out of reaction long enough for her to get here. Wiping away your tears, you took a deep breath, trying to reason straight.

"I... I..." You started, but your brain didn't seem to obey you. You took another deep breath. You could see the carpet, so you told her so.

"Two more." Agatha asked tenderly, her hand caressing your back from top to bottom.

"The... table." You replied crying. "I can see the table."

"That's right, honey." She said. "Just one more now. Tell me what else?"

"My feet." You add breathlessly. "I can see my feet."

"Now breathe with me, okay?" She asks. "Like I taught you."

The exercises help you to calm down again. You apologize for scaring your mother, and for making Agatha drive to your house, but neither of them is upset with you. You feel exhausted, but the doctor wants to talk to you after she accepts the cup of coffee your mother offers her.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" She asks as you sit on the covered porch, fluffy pillows around you.

You lower your gaze to the floor, sniffling lightly.

"I found my grief speech." You count. "Under my bed. The next minute I was outside."

Agatha sighs.

"You ready to talk about the accident."

You raise your eyes quickly, frowning, because it wasn't a question.

"W-what?"

She takes a deep breath, crossing her legs.

"It's suffocating you." She clarifies. "You need to talk or these attacks will happen again."

"I-I don't..."

"It won't be today." She interrupts with a tender smile. "Tonight you need to sleep. But we won't prolong this any longer. You need to talk about it, even if it’s only to scream."

Clenching your jaw, you hold back your tears as Agatha takes one last look at you before getting up. She murmurs that she will see you on Monday, but you don't look at her.

//-//

You don't sleep well on Sunday. And it's definitely because you can't stop thinking about your appointment.

And it goes well for the first twenty minutes. Agatha doesn't pressure you, and agrees to hear about your week, without mentioning the incident on Thursday.

There is a pause after you have told her about the dog barking noise in the early morning and then you know it is time to speak up.

"I was driving." You say softly suddenly, ignoring the feeling that your throat wants to close up. Agatha has her hands folded in her lap as she listens to you. "She...she was sleeping in the passenger seat." You swallow dryly, trying to count and not get caught up in the memory again, your heart racing. Talking is almost like going back there. "I looked at her for a moment and I got distracted... and then... we just..."

You only realize that you are crying because tears fall on your hand. You blink, sniffling. Taking a deep breath, you continue.

"We fell into the water, and Nat...she just...I couldn't get her belt off." You gasp breathlessly. "The water just...kept coming up around us. And she looked at me, and... she just shook her head like she knew what was going to happen." You tell between sobs. Agatha's eyes water, but she doesn't interrupt. "I just...she pushed me. She pushed my hands away and she told me she would follow me. And god... my dumb brain believed her!" You confess angrily. "She told me she was right behind me! And I swam out and when I came up she wasn't with me."

You shut up, not being able to tell anymore through the sobs. You can't even see the office clearly because of the tears.

It takes a moment for you to speak again, your head down.

"When I swam back, the car was completely covered with water everywhere" You recount. "I...I was going to dive again.... I wanted to get her out of there. But the people who saw the accident jumped in after us. And they pulled me out of the water. And I kept thinking that if I hadn't been distracted, she...she would be...."

"No." Agatha interrupts by offering you a tissue. "Natasha had a stomach injury, don't you remember?" She counters and you gasp, the words echoing in your brain. "That's why you couldn't remove the belt."

And then you were remembering clearly now.

Soft music echoed in the car as you hummed the tune and drove to your friends' house. Your wife mumbled softly beside you, making you smile as you watched the sleeping figure. The red hair in front of her face.

"Hey sleepyhead." You called softly, looking away from the track for a moment. "We're almost there."

Nat muttered in agreement. You bit your lip, thinking she looked beautiful. And then you heard a noise, and a white light in the window. You barely had time to frown when the impact threw your car off the road.

Your body tensed immediately as you sat up, looking around with desperation. The car was sinking fast and you turned to Nat.

A wound on her forehead was bleeding, and she was clearly disoriented as you touched her hands. You hurried to unbuckle her belt, but it was jammed tightly in her waist, and you gasped in shock at the wound.

"N-no." You grumbled, trying to move the metal, but Nat gasped in pain, pushing your hands away. You could barely breathe in desperation. Your feet were freezing, because the water was already at your ankles. "Babe, move please. We have to get out."

Nat advanced toward you, taking off your belt. You tried to touch her, but she pushed your hands away again, intending to guide you out.

" Sweetheart, go! Open the door! " she commanded and you shook your head, the water on your knees. Nat forced a smile, the tears in her eyes made your stomach turn. "Don't worry love. I'm right behind you."

As you opened the door, the water moved all the way into the car, and you held your breath Nat repeated the words "I'm right behind you" one more time. And then you swam out.

When you reached the surface, you were alone.

Sobbing, you couldn't say anything else to Agatha, and she proceeded to stroke your back, trying to soothe you with words of affirmation.

"I need you to remember some things honey." She says tenderly. "You couldn't have helped Natasha. She got stuck. You have to stop blaming yourself for what happened." Agatha whispers to you, and you sob. "Remember the investigation, okay? The police said that the driver of the truck was drunk and hit your car after he fell asleep. It wasn't your fault." Agatha says trying to remind you. You gasp, countless memories flooding your head at once. "Say that for me, will you?" She asks and you gasp. "Tell me it wasn't your fault."

You sob, burying your face in your hands. It takes a moment, but you repeat the words.

"It wasn't my fault." You whisper breathlessly. "It...it wasn't my fault."

When you leave therapy that day, you feel different.

You think that it is the healing process that is beginning to work. You still have a long way to go, but you have the feeling that a weight has been lifted off your back, because you have started to believe your own words. You could not have saved Natasha.

There is still a deep sadness in you, but you still buy your favorite drink on the way home, and try to stay in the living room for a few hours before going to your room when you are inside.

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It’s Always Been You ~ 157

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 3,525ish

Summary: It’s Halloween in Westview.

Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.

Once Wanda had left her, Y/N knew she had to hide. From both Wanda and Agnes. She quickly learned that she could teleport around Westview, but not outside of it. Y/N figured that it was probably due to Wanda reinforcing the boundary. So she found a shed that wasn’t being used to stake out in. She gathered supplies once night fell. From her interactions with Vision, Y/N still believed that Vision was her only way to get through to Wanda. He just needed to know the truth.

Because of the interaction in the driveway, Y/N guessed that she was connected to Vision just like she had been. Specifically, the Mind Stone in his head. Y/N also realized that this Mind Stone was a fake, but that Wanda must be just that powerful to recreate a similar thing. So, if she was connected to Vision, she could help him see the truth. But for now, Y/N knew she needed to sleep. With Wanda in charge of this reality, Y/N couldn’t make a plan without knowing what was going on that day.

~~~

Steve sighed as he walked into the tent where Tony had set up. Tony was hunched over a desk, with screens playing scenes that Y/N was in and her from just minutes ago, outside of the Hex.

“I brought you some coffee,” Steve stated. He walked over and set the coffee down on the desk.

“Thanks,” Tony muttered, not giving Steve the time of day.

“Why don’t you get some sleep, Tony?”

“I can’t. Not when Y/N’s in there and needs my help.”

“You can’t help her if you’re just running on straight caffeine.”

“I’ve done it before.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s right.”

“Are you going to stand there and judge how I cope, or are you going to help me get her outta there?”

“Tony.”

“She was so scared, Steve!” Tony spun around, proving to Steve how tired he was. The purple, bags under his eyes that Steve thought couldn’t grow anymore, had. “And every time I’ve see her look that way, something bad happens! I can’t let anything bad happen to her again! She deserves a break!” Tony huffed, trying not to get emotional. “We all deserve a break…”

“I agree Tony. But we don’t get that break by wearing ourselves to the bone. You need to rest.”

“How can you even say that? She was bound, by our friend… how could I let myself rest when we have no idea what Wanda’s doing to her?”

“Wanda will not harm her more than what we saw. I know Wanda, and I know how much she cares for Y/N.”

“I don’t think we know this Wanda. She’s trapped and manipulated an entire town! She’s recreated Vision and created twin sons! I’m sorry to tell you Steve, this isn’t the Wanda we knew.”

“She recast Pietro!” Darcy exclaimed, hurrying towards the two men.

“What?” They both questioned.

“Wanda recast her own brother. Pietro is in the show now.”

~~~

Y/N woke up to see that Halloween had taken over Westview. It immediately made her heart ache. Was it Halloween outside this faux reality? And would Morgan be celebrating without both her parents and uncle by her side? She couldn’t image what her daughter might be feeling. And she didn’t want to dwell on it too much. It hurt too bad.

So after seeing it was Halloween, Y/N knew that she needed a costume. Using the classic superhero disguise (a hoodie, baseball cap, and aviator sunglasses), she snuck into the nearest store and grabbed the easiest and cheapest costume she could find. The classic witch. Y/N slipped then into a restroom to change. As she exited, Y/N rammed into someone.

“Oh my gosh!” She exclaimed. “I’m so sorry. I need to be better—“ She looked up to see who she bumped into. “Vision?”

“Y/N. I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he whispered. He glanced around, like he was looking for spies. “You were right. There’s something wrong here.” He glanced around again.

“Let’s get out of here. Too many prying eyes and ears. I have a place we can lay low and talk about it.” Y/N hold out her hand. “Hold on.”

“What? Why?” Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed Vision’s hand. She opened a a portal and dragged him through quickly into the shed. “How—you— you have abilities too.”

“Yes. From that Stone in your head and five more like it.” She turned to him, examining his costume. “Well… your costume is—”

“Wanda’s doing. It was the only thing in my closest when I woke this morning. She’s in control of this all.”

“I know. And I’m sorry about that.”

“No. I’m sorry. I should have listened to you when you stopped me yesterday.”

“Don’t be. I understand that this could be a lot to take in.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking but, how did you know the truth about this place?”

Y/N sighed. “It’s best if I show you.”

Y/N took a deep breath and she lifted her hand up to hover above the Mind Stone as she had seen Wanda do a dozen times. She closed her eyes to help her focus on the connection between the faux Stone and herself. Vision’s hand came up to steady her hand by gripping her wrist. That helped bridge the connection. Y/N’s memories of meeting Monica and Jimmy at the edge of town, being sucked in, taken by Agnes and cuffed, Wanda attacking her and Monica, Wanda knowing the truth about Y/N and Vision, Wanda threatening those outside the boundary. Vision let go of Y/N’s wrist and took a step back once the memories were done.

“You knew Wanda and myself before all this,” Vision stated, motioning around.

“I did,” Y/N nodded.

“And I… I’m dead.” All she could do was nod in response. “I’m sorry for what both Agnes and Wanda have done to you.”

“It’s fine, I’ve been through worse… I can show you more if you’re up to it. But I don’t want to force anything upon you. Especially cause, I only have the memories from my point of view.”

“I think what you gave me is enough for now.” He pursed his lips and began pacing. “Y/N… did you know Wanda’s brother?”

“Pietro? Yes… I did… I actually watched him die.”

“He’s supposed to be dead as well then?”

“He is dead Vision. What do you mean by ‘supposed to be’?”

“He should up on our doorstep last night.”

“What?”

“It was confusing and odd. None of it felt right.”

“Wanda must have brought him back from the dead somehow… he died eight and a half years ago…”

“If Wanda is truly in control of this place, then the people inside Westview are in danger.”

“Right,” she nodded.

“We need to inform those outside of Westview.”

“I’m pretty sure they know us inside need help, I just don’t think they know what to do.”

“Still, we must warn them.”

“I know, but how? I don’t think that I’ll be able to break through the barrier with my abilities.”

“I can get us through.”

“Vision. You’re not real, remember? You leave Westview, who knows what will happen to you!”

“Who cares. As long as these people get saved, who cares what happens to me.”

“I do… Vison. We were friends… you helped train me with my abilities from the Mind Stone. You knew how important I was and believed me when others wouldn’t. To have you back… I just can’t take another loss… especially one I’ve already taken.”

“I have to do what is necessary to get these people the help they need.”

“I know… I just wish I could do it for you…”

~~~

The whole SWORD camp was in a buzz. It had still hadn’t even been an hour since Wanda appeared with Y/N outside the Hex. Men in hazmat suits were carrying in the Stark drone. It had red from Wanda’s powers buzzing around it still. Monica was marching in behind Hayward.

“I wanna see a full work-up inside the hour,” Hayward ordered about the drone.

“Yes, sir,” someone replied.

“Hayward,” Monica called out. “Hayward!” She quickened her pace to walk in step with him. “You cut us off at the knees, sending in that missile.”

“Now we know who we’re dealing with,” he stated.

“Hey, there he is,” Darcy announced. Tony, Steve, and Jimmy were standing beside her. The two Avengers weren’t looking so happy. “The guy who almost got murdered by his own murder squad.”

Hayward turned to study Darcy. “You work for me?”

“I actually don’t know.”

“She’s with me,” Monica defended.

“I see,” Hayward said. “And which one of you is the sassy best friend?”

“There’s no time for you to diminish your colleagues when you’re about to start a war you can’t win,” Jimmy defended.

“Maximoff was never gonna negotiate with us.”

“Maybe not with you!” Steve exclaimed. “But she would have listened to me or Tony.”

“We take her out, this whole nightmare ends.”

“We don’t know that,” Tony growled. “We actually have no idea what will happen in there or out here if Wanda dies.”

“So, what? We just surrender to that?” He points at the Hex. “Not happening.”

“We can’t outgun her,” Monica said, trying to stay calm. “And clearly antagonizing her is only making things worse. If Wanda is the problem, she has to be our solution.”

“Captain Rambeau, you have become an impediment to this mission. Constantly advocating on behalf of super-powered individuals. Yes, I know your history with Carol Danvers. You know, you people who left, still have the luxury of optimism. You have no idea what it was like. What it took to keep the lights on.”

“We were here,” Tony cut in. “We saw it.”

“And what were you doing to help? Nothing.”

“We were doing the best we could,” Steve said. “We lost everyone. Every life that disappeared was on us.”

“Don’t use the last five years as an excuse to be a coward, Hayward,” Monica said.

“Maybe it’s a good thing you weren’t here when your mother died,” Hayward replied. “Because clearly you don’t have the stomach for this job. Get her off my base. Now. All of ‘em.”

The SWORD agents moved towards Jimmy, Monica, Darcy, Steve, and Tony. Tony jerked away from the men who tried to grab him and headed for the door himself, with Steve and the others right behind.

“Hayward is way overstepping his provisional authority,” Jimmy stated once they were outside, still being led away.

“He was looking for a reason to sideline us,” Monica added. “He’s up to something.”

“Let’s go,” an agent exclaimed as they stopped near a car. “Everybody in!”

Jimmy threw the first punch, attacking the agent nearest to him. Monica, Tony, and Steve quickly followed, leaving Darcy confused. They didn’t stop until all the agents near them were knocked out.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me the plan?” Darcy asked.

“Everyone okay?” Jimmy wondered.

“Yeah,” Monica responded as Tony and Steve nodded. “Let’s move.”

~~~

Still in their costumes, Vision and Y/N walked down the streets towards the edge of Westview. The closer they got to the town line, the more peculiar things got. Like they noticed that a couple in front of a house seemed to be frozen in like a three second time loop. The couple was in front of their house, clearly trying to decorate. As Vision and Y/N looked closer, they noticed a tear trailing down from the woman’s eye.

“This is terrible,” Y/N whispered.

“Is there anything you or I could do?” Vision wondered.

“Not without my full abilities.” Y/N turned away from the scene, unable to see anymore. “Let’s get going.” So they continued walking.

“Do you have a family outside this, Y/N?”

Y/N inhaled shakily. “I do… I have a husband and a brother who are just outside, trying to break into Westview. I have a daughter, Morgan, at home, probably wondering what’s happened to her mommy again. I basically have two sons as well, a teenager and young adult. It probably won’t be long until those two find out what’s happened as well. Hopefully they’ll help with Morgan.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N… I’m sorry that I don’t remember it all and I’m sorry that you are stuck here.”

“It’s fine Vision. You wouldn’t remember Morgan anyway… Let’s just keep the focus on what we need to do. Okay?”

“I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“You didn’t. I’m just ready to go back to my family.”

As they continued closer to the edge of Westview, it got darker. The people near weren’t moving at all and the lights were buzzing on and off. Vision walked over to a frozen woman.

“Excuse me? Ma’am?” He called out. “Are those your children? Are you waiting for something?”

No response, just the flickering of the street lap. Vision walked away and looked around the cul-de-sac. His Halloween costume disappeared into his normal Vision look. Suddenly, he took off, flying up into the air. Y/N sighed, willing to stand there and watch her friend struggle with what was happening. Vision paused, after not getting too far up. He slowly turned, examining the town. Then he flew towards the border, disappearing from Y/N’s view.

She signed again. “Never going to get a break, am I?"

~~~

The group of five snuck around the SWORD camp. Having suspicions that Hayward was up to something, they knew they needed to gain access to a computer and upload everything to FRIDAY. When they found an empty tent, they entered. The show broadcasting from inside the Hex was play on multiple screens.

“Who is that?” Monica asked, pointing at the screen.

“Wanda’s brother came to town,” Jimmy answered.

“And he brought the wrong face,” Tony added as him and Darcy hurried towards the computers.

“We shouldn’t hang out here too long.” Jimmy stood near the tent opening with Steve, making sure the coast was still clear.

“Give us two seconds,” Darcy said. “We just need to hack into the secure network on the base and connect FRIDAY to it.”

“Have we seen Y/N on the screen today?” Monica wondered, looking from Tony to Steve.

“No,” Steve sighed with a shake of his head. “It’s concerning.”

“I’m sure she’s okay. She’s a strong woman.”

“She did take down Thanos, after all,” Jimmy added.

“Donezo,” Darcy said. “Now, we should be able to access the data on Hayward’s devices.”

“And FRIDAY’s working on downloading everything up to her network,” Tony said.

“Oh. That’s interesting.”

“What is it, Darcy?” Steve asked.

“Hayward figured out a way to look through the boundary.”

“And he didn’t share it with the group,” Tony commented, shaking his head in disappointment. “Why are we even surprised?”

“Is this Wanda, right here?” Jimmy wondered, pointing to the red, blinking dot on the screen.

“No,” Darcy answered. “The program is tracking the decay signature of vibranium.”

“Vision,” Steve stated.

“Wait… why is Hayward tracking Vision?” Monica asked.

“I don’t know,” Darcy responded. “This is all I can access so far.”

“There other dots, those are Westview residents?”

“The ones in Vision’s immediate vicinity, yeah.”

“Hayward must have an accurate headcount by now,” Steve added.

“He must know where Y/N is,” Tony said.

“Hmm,” Monica hummed.

“And some sense of their well-being,” Jimmy added, zooming in on screen.

“Huh…” Darcy said as she studied the screen further. “These people, ear the edge of town… they’re barely moving.”

“Are they alive?” Monica wondered.

“They are. The only two in that vicinity that are moving are Vision and whoever’s with him.”

“It’s Y/N,” Tony stated. “I know it is. They have to be working together.”

~~~

Y/N found Vision on Ellis Ave. The last real road in town. Agnes in her car was just driving away, which made her suspicious. Vision glanced at the street name before marching forward.

“You can’t be serious about this Vision,” Y/N said, catching up to him. “You could die.”

“I’m apparently already dead,” he responded, focused on straight ahead.

“Still. I don’t… I don’t think I can handle watching that again.”

He stopped and turned to face Y/N. “Then use your powers to help me.”

“I don’t have them all.”

“But you have some. Y/N…” He stepped closer, looking at her dead in the eye. “I have to see if I can help these people. They don’t deserve this.” He rested his hand on her shoulder. “You don’t deserve this. I have to try.”

~~~

Tony and Darcy were trying their best to go through the files as they uploaded to FRIDAY. They needed to know as much information as they could as soon as they could. It was completely silent, besides the typing, until Monica’s phone began ringing.

“That’s it,” she said. “My way back into the Hex will be here in an hour. Just gotta meet my guy over the ridge. Let’s roll.” Steve and Jimmy went to follow Monica out.

“You can’t do that,” Darcy said, stopping them.

“Sure we can,” Jimmy responded. “I’m a whiz at hot-wiring cars.”

“You can’t go back into the Hex.”

“Worst case scenario, Wanda removes my free will and puts me in ultra-low-rise jeans,” Monica retorted.

“Hayward has your blood work,” Tony said, turned his screen to Monica. Her lips turned down into a frown.

“You’ve gone through the boundary twice already, Monica,” Darcy added.

“The energy inside has re-written your cells on a molecular level. Twice.”

“It’s changing you.”

“Seen enough lab results to last me a lifetime,” Monica replied. “Cells metastasizing, cells in remission. I know what Wanda’s feeling and I won’t stop until I help her.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” Jimmy nodded. Tony stood up, going to head out with the others.

“But I’m staying here.”

“Wait, you can’t stay here,” Steve said, “it’s not safe.”

“What?” Monica questioned. “Darcy, what are you talking’ about?”

“Tony and I haven’t made it through Hayward’s last firewall,” Darcy answered. “There’s something big here. Something that can help us. I know it.”

“Fine,” Steve and Monica both huffed, their captain sides showing.

“Just make sure to keep in contact,” Steve added.

“I’ll drop you the location, you meet us out there as soon as you can,” Monica told her.

“Use FRIDAY to help you,” Tony instructed. “Good luck.”

~~~

Vision and Y/N met each other’s eyes after they had reached the edge of town. The border was buzzing, static like. Almost like an old tv screen. Y/N gave Vision a nod of encouragement before he faced the border. He pushed his hand into the barrier, forcing himself through it. He grunted and Y/N cringed. She held out her hands, trying to do something to help him with her powers. But nothing was really working. Vision kept pushing through, slowly disappearing from her sight until he was completely gone.

“Vision?” She called. “Vision!”

She gasped as she couldn’t feel him anymore. Couldn’t feel the Mind Stone. Tears pricked her eyes at the thought of losing Vision again, even though she knew it wasn’t really him.

“VISION!”

~~~

When Vision pushed through, SWORD was there waiting. Pieces of him were flying back into the border that surrounded Westview. He grunted as he tried to get away from the pull of Wanda’s powers.

“He really does want out, doesn’t he?” Hayward muttered.

Vision continued grunting and struggling. He fell to his knees as bigger chunks of himself was pulled back into Westview.

“Why aren’t you helping him?” Darcy shouted, trying to run up to Vision. A SWORD agent stepped in front of her and grabbed her. “Stop! He’s coming apart!”

Vision screamed as he reached forward to try and get to the others standing there. The SWORD agent cuffed Darcy to the front of one of the vehicles.

“Let me go!” She cried as she fought against it. “Help him! Let me go!”

“Help!” Vision called out, straining from the pain. “The people need help.”

He looked down as his hand began dissolving. Losing his strength, he laid down as more and more pieces of him were pulled back into Westview.

~~~

“VISION!” Y/N continued. She heard him scream. “VISION!”

She went to try and push herself through the boundary when a blast of red came from behind her and blasted her forward. She landed on the ground, skidding to a stop. Y/N breathed deeply as she pushed herself up.

“No,” she gasped.

She looked around. The boundary had moved—it was moving. It was enlarging. Shakily, she stood up, only to be blasted down again, hitting her head on a rock. Successfully knocking her out.

~~~

“Are you guys seeing this?” Steve wondered, looking back at the base they were leaving. The red tinted boundary was rushing closer to them.

“Step on it Jimmy!” Tony exclaimed. “The Hex is growing!”

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All Over Again - Chapter 1

Summary: What was lost can be found. - DC & Marvel AU

Pairings: Lena x Reader ; Implied Natasha x Reader ; Platonic!Avengers x Reader ; Platonic!Superfriends x Reader

Warning: 18+ Smut, Language, Violence

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Sighing, you splay yourself out on the grass, looking up at the distorted view of the sky as the red leaves of the tree above you sway. The gentle breeze sends a chill over your skin but it’s much too calming for you to move.

“Am I going to have to start carrying jackets around with me again?”

The familiarly sultry voice meets your ears over the sounds of nature. It makes your heart thump faster like it always had but this time an ache accompanies it. Her joking tone holds an underlying nervousness and you have to resist the urge to scoff at the drastic change in your conversations together.

You could never forget the moment everything shifted. Your entire relationship with Natasha fell to pieces. All the love and trust that had grown stronger each year that you were together seemed to mean nothing to her suddenly.

Months on the run from the U.S. government, planning your futures together, it blew to hell in literal seconds.

Everything you’d grown to know and love was pulled out from underneath you with three simple words: Hi, Bruce. Followed by the awkward pause and nervous, Nat.

Hope rose in your girlfriend’s eyes and you were unsure why. The main reason being that you were recruited by Fury during the Sokovia incident. You never met the infamous Bruce Banner turn Hulk, and didn't know about his history with your girl. And Natasha hadn’t found it necessary to tell you about it either.

Which left you in the dark and completely blindsided by Natasha’s decision to end things with you. Simply telling you she owed it to herself to see where things with Bruce went. And you being the person you are and loving Natasha the way that you do, you wanted her to be happy despite your heartbreak.

All of that rested on your shoulders at the same time that Thanos appeared. Your broken heart seemed to shatter further when you lost your best friend Wanda and the many friends you’d gained.

For five years you hurt. Grieving your lost friends and dealing with your broken heart. It seemed as though Natasha breaking up with you wasn’t even worth it as Banner left after Thanos and they didn’t see each other for five years.

Even after the five years though, you still were coping with your heartbreak despite the Avengers having gotten rid of Thanos for good. As you then had the privilege of seeing Natasha and Bruce together. And you could admit that they look good together, happy.

Which means you need to find your own. You just aren’t sure how.

You take a deep breath and look up at the redhead who’s watched you in your silence.“ I hadn’t planned on staying out here long so I didn’t grab one.” You respond, deciding to ignore her not so subtle hint at your relationship and personal quirk.

Jackets are just the last thing you think about before you leave out and Natasha used to take it upon herself to bring one for you whenever you were with her.

She smiles tightly and nods,“ okay. Well I was just coming to let you know that Steve and Bucky are almost done with dinner.”

When you nod in answer Natasha waits, silently debating if she wanted to say anything else or not, but chose not to and finally walked away. You waited a few extra minutes before pushing yourself up and heading toward the compound.

As you’re walking up to the door, your red leather clad friend lands beside you, her magic vanishing from her hands before she flings her arms around you.

“Hello to you too.” You chuckle, hugging her back.

Wanda smiles brightly,“ hi.”

A small smile of your own hitting your lips. You’d missed the young woman as she was away on a mission with Sam. They weren’t far, just on the East Coast, but they’d been gone for a week, which was more than enough for you to begin to miss her.

Before either of you step into the building, she grabs your hand and laces your fingers together, gently tugging you off to the side. Soft light green eyes stare back sympathetically,“ how are you?”

“Wan-” you sigh, running a hand up and through your hair.

“I’m just worried about you.” A little pout hits her lips followed by a joking smile,“ and I’m kind of the only reason you’re sane.”

You throw your head back with a laugh. Then shaking your head and wrapping an arm around her shoulders,“ I’m fine Wanda. Thank you for the concern and sanity.”

Placing a quick kiss to her temple, you guide her into the building, more than happy to have your best friend back.

Like Natasha had told you, Steve and Bucky already have the table set and everyone is sitting around. No matter how hard you try, your gaze finds Bruce and Natasha, the man leans over to say something to her and a cute smile rises, reminding you of the one you’d caused her to have before.

A squeeze of your hand pulls your eyes away and you nod to Wanda before sitting down beside her. Usual chatter circles the table, Sam and Wanda talking a bit about the mission briefly, and then asking all of you about what’s been going on.

By the end of dinner you’re a mix of annoyed and happy. Your friends had made you laugh and smile just like usual, except every time you got lost in the joy of it all you forgot what was across from you and your gaze caught the image of Natasha and Bruce flirting, laughing, and smiling. It makes you so upset that you still wish it were you with her.

It’s been six years! What happens to time heals all wounds? Was that just a load of shit? Would you genuinely have to deal with being all bitter and jealous for the rest of your life.

“Welp,” you smack your hands to your thighs,“ Steve, Buck, dinner was incredible, thank you, but I have a few things I need to attend to so if you’ll excuse me.” Standing, you grab your plate and glass.

“Not so fast Y/Ln,” his voice rings clear not but a second after you walked away.“ You’re all here for once so I’d like to inform you that you’ll all be attending the Stark Industries Investment dinner tomorrow night.” Tony smiles, eyes crinkling in the corners.

Your eyes narrow,“ what exactly would the Avengers be doing for your companies investors.”

“Persuading, encouraging, indulging. Investors would kill to hear mission stories and about all your equipment.” His tone is sweet, as if he’s trying to convince you all to come.

A party/dinner isn’t exactly what you’re feeling up to right now. And quite frankly it’s not necessary for every Avenger to show up.

From the looks of Steve’s face he isn’t going but you still have a bit of hope that is, until he speaks up,“ Bucky and I have a mission.”

Tony gives an expectant gaze to the rest of you.

“I’m always down to party.” Sam shrugs nonchalantly before returning to his food, pretty sure this is his third plate.

Bruce sighs,“ I’m under the impression that this isn’t an option for me.”

Tony’s grimace is answer enough, but he still says,“ it is not. Also, no offense, probably don’t show up all big and green. The venue is large but-”

“Ah ah ah I got it.” The big green man waves his hand, then smiling down at Natasha,“ mind accompanying me?” She instantly smiles and nods and that small little gesture is enough for you to head out.

Further, Tony goes,“ Maximoff?”

And Wanda responds,“ I’ll only go if Y/n does.”

Dammit Wanda!

Turning on your heel, you have every intention of saying no. Only to find her giving you that damn pout, followed by her whispering,“ please.”

“Alright whatever.”

With that you leave, cleaning your dishes, and then going straight to bed. In the morning you take extra care to avoid Natasha, you eat while she’s in the gym, only going to train after she’s long gone, and eating lunch on the roof with Wanda.

You make it as far as into the venue for the Investment dinner before you have to see her again. Even then you wish you were blind.

God she’s beautiful. It’s criminal the way that dress fits on her. And just as your eyes trail up her long legs and over the curves of her body to her piercing green eyes, her looking back at you pulls you to reality.

You no longer have the right to look at her that way. No matter how good she looks, you can’t look at her like that. No, the man beside her is the only person who carries that privilege.

“I’m gonna need a drink to get through this.” You sigh, beeligning for the bar instead of your seat.

Wanda sticks close to you, definitely having seen your staring.

Leaning against the bar, you wait for the bartender to come your way, then asking for an old-fashioned and you wait. Beside you, Wanda’s eyes flicker over the room, a nervousness in them.

“Hey,” you nudge her arm with your elbow,“ I’d say it’s not that bad but it is.” The young woman’s eyebrows raise but you wave it off,“ you just have to put up with most people speaking to you like you know less because you make less. Other than that it’s alright.”

As she takes in your words, you accept your drink from the bartender and hand Wanda a flute of champagne. She’s not a drinker but the little boost is needed.

With a reassuring smile to her and the last swig of your drink and guide her through the scattered crowd to Pepper. The blonde is more than happy to walk Wanda around, introducing her to a few people while you make rounds on your own.

Just like usual, most conversations revolve around everyone else’s business, or the occasional question about your work that you can’t even discuss. But you manage to do as Tony asked, impressing them with talks of your abilities and that of which you can disclose.

Majority of the people you talk to take a liking to you, or at least the superhero you, and you convince them to invest in Stark Industries, giving the whole “a company that leads in medical and technological advancements” spiel.

“Still hate these things huh.”

Breathing in deeply, you exhale and turn to face Natasha. Her green eyes watch you cautiously and you’re in genuine disbelief that the badass Black Widow is so wary of you. Since the breakup she’s interacted with you as if she’s afraid you’ll hurt her.

You lick your lips,“ Natasha you speak to me like you don’t know me anymore.”

A sigh falls from her lips and she looks down at the bracelet on her wrist,“ I know. I’m sorry I just- I don’t want to say anything I shouldn’t.”

“Right,” you scoff lowly.“ You don’t have to worry about my feelings anymore I promise.”

“Y/n I-”

“Nat.” Bruce approaches, completely oblivious to the awkward tension flowing between you and his girlfriend.“ I’m sorry, do you mind if I steal her away for a moment.”

You smile bitterly,“ oh she is all yours.”

Green eyes look at you with an unreadable emotion but you brush it off, walking away with a glance back that reveals Bruce twirling the redhead on to the dance floor.

You square your shoulders with a deep inhale and head back to the one place that you’ve been able to breathe tonight.

“Another old fashioned please.” The lady nods and quickly makes the drink and you smile in thanks.

Taking a long swig from the dark liquor, you sigh contentedly at the burning trail down your throat. Your few seconds of peace interrupted by a deep voice speaking cockily.

“A beautiful girl like yourself drinking dark liquor leads me to believe you’re not enjoying yourself.” The man smiles brightly showing off his, no doubt surgically whitened, teeth.“ Perhaps I could change that for you.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you pointedly down the rest of the drink, and tap the bartop in call for another.“ Bold of you to assume that I’m not having a good time.”

Before he can reply with his planned flirtatious remark, a lightly accented soft voice joins in,“ I’m sure Mister Richards meant no harm, he’s just a rather presumptuous man.” Her statement has you turning back to see who it came from.

Your eyes meeting the most gorgeous woman you’d ever seen. A sentiment you didn’t think you’d ever make after Natasha.

Her black hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, not a single strand falling loose. Beautiful light green eyes stare back accompanied by a red lipped white tooth smile.

In your daze of taking in her appearance you miss what she says to Mister Richards, but it sends him away, leaving the two of you alone.

“Um, forgive me for this, no doubt, repetitive question but, what company are you here representing?” Your eyes subconsciously trail down the line of her jaw and it’s incredibly hard to draw your attention away when she speaks.

“Luthor Corp.” Her lips turn up into an almost knowing smile and it has you quickly looking up into her eyes, heart pounding when you realize you’d been caught staring at her lips.“ I’m Lena Luthor.”

Clearing your throat, you hold your hand out to her,“ Y/n.” You expected a warm hand but while it’s soft, it’s fairly cold.“ Thanks for the save Miss Luthor.” Your hand returns to your glass, the chill of it like that of her hand.

“It was nothing, I could tell from across the bar he’d said something you didn’t like.” She makes mention.

You grimace, a soft chuckle falling after,“ you’ll have to forgive me, controlling my expression isn’t a mastered craft as of yet.”

She waves you off, casually leaning her side against the bar as her drink is sat down,“ it takes years, I’m still working on it. Come to enough of these and you’ll get it.”

“Oh I’ve been to plenty,” her eyebrow quivers at that,“ I’ve just never been good at. . .lying. No offense to you in any way, I think you’re ability to deal with all this social-”

“Bullshit.” She finishes for you with a chuckle.

Nodding, you laugh as well,“ yeah that. It’s a true superpower Miss Luthor, and of my many, that is not one.”

“Superpower is a stretch.”

Your eyes narrow at her, a small smirk on your lips,“ something tells me it isn’t.”

Throughout your continued conversation, her charm and genuine goodness radiates off of her. The woman listens intently to you speak, she makes you laugh, and indulges all your questions with zealous passion.

As the night goes on neither of you find much entertainment outside of your little space at the bar. Not wanting to go home inebriated, you’d long since switched your liquor for plain club sodas, Lena suggesting the addition of cherry grenadine just for flavor.

“The idea is brilliant, which I’m sure you know, I just think it has more potential than power storage. What if you used it as a power core instead.” You shrug simply.

Lena’s hand halts in movement, the drink in her cup sloshing slightly as the action,“ that’s genius. But it wouldn’t be easy. I’ve toyed with alien energy before, it’s much more powerful than expected.”

“Which, I think, makes it all the more useful. Depending on how strong, you could power an entire village or a small town. Imagine giving small pieces of the core to third world countries.”

An amused smile tugs at her lips for the nth time tonight,“ is your first thought always to help others or is that just the Avenger in you?”

You chuckle,“ myself and the hero. I just don’t see why we wouldn’t use the knowledge and resources we obtain, alien and human, to help those who truly need it.”

Lena’s mouth opens in preparation for her next reply, however it doesn’t come as a body weakly collides with yours. Wide eyed you look over to see your best friend, obviously drunk, leaning on you.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. You have to try the strawberry cake thingies.” Wanda tugs at your arm in a childlike manner.

Frowning in Lena’s direction, the CEO shrugs. Gentle grabbing Wanda’s shoulders, you turn her to face you,“ what strawberry cake?”

She smiles,“ the ones on the tray Y/n. The servers are walking around with- oO right here.” Fast as lightning, her hand shoots out and she grabs a small plate off the servers tray. Three little white chocolate truffles sit on it with milk chocolate drizzled over.“ Try.”

“O-” your reply cuts when she shoves a piece in your mouth. As good as it is, your eyes widen for an entirely different reason. Your tongue runs over your bottom lip as if to ensure you’re tasting what you’re tasting.“ Wan, how many of these have you eaten?”

Her hand raises to show three of her fingers.

Yep. The small woman ate nine strawberry champagne truffles. She’s drunk.

Lena, wanting to understand, retrieves one of the truffles and bites into. Her response is the same as yours.

With an apologetic smile you look at her,“ I hate to cut the conversation short but I should probably get her home.”

“Of course of course. Hopefully we’ll be able to continue sometime.” She smiles sweetly and you nod.

After a short wave to her, you gather yours and Wanda’s things, and leave the building.

“Y/n!”

You freeze in step, tightening your hold on Wanda’s waist and pushing your free hand into your pocket, then turning to the source of the voice.

Pepper takes the stairs quickly but with all the grace of a trained performer. She stops on the same step as you and smiles a little.“ I had to catch you before you left, Lena Luthor wanted me to give you this, and let you know that she’s expecting you at Luthor Corp soon.”

A slight frown pulls your eyebrows closer together as you stare down at the business card, her personal number scrawled on the back,“ did she say why?” Pepper simply shakes her head.

Truthfully she hadn’t been expecting Lena to approach her about you. Mainly because she had no idea the two of you met, she swore she’d introduced you to every investor there tonight.

“Okay, how soon is soon?”

An apprehensive smile tugs at her lips, brows raised slightly,“ four days.”

#lena luthor #lena luthor x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #dcu #dcu x reader #reader insert #all over again

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fictionalmenmistress · 4 years

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SPOILER WARNING FOR MOST RECENT EPISODE OF WANDA VISION (COZ I NEED TO RANT RIGHT NOW)

Imma pull a wanda and say "NO".

Heck NO. Lets discuss.

I must say first. She is NOT puppeteering his corpse in some twisted funky pretend reality. NO. Thats always been a horror story concept I can't handle... and Wanda is my favorite heroine, she can't do something so sick. I refuse to accept it. 😭 SO, I have an argument to back it up, too.

Wanda is in HARDCORE protective mode.

She's had a nervous breakdown. Literally everything bad that could have happened to her or the people she loves has happened. And after the snap, she decided that she was sick of this reality full of pain and suffering.

So, (SPOILER I SAW ON ACCIDENT) there's concept art where she breaks into a morgue and takes Vision's body, and there's A LOT of yellow light being infused into him as he's levitating, body re-colored with life. Remind you, this is OUTSIDE of her reality she created and is controlling. AND, there's a clip from later in the show, of Vision breaking through the energy field, alive and well, without any of Wanda's influence to stand on his own.

So, he CANNOT be a puppeted corpse. He's been ressurected.

But what about that scene where Wanda looks at Vision and for a split second, he's back to his same dead, grey, hollow shell? "What's wrong Wanda?" (DUDE THAT PART HAD ME SHOOK AND SCARED)

Explanation: She HAD to have been having a flashback moment, a painful recollection of his demise. And for a moment, when she looked at him she envisioned (en-VISIONed, heh see what I did there?) the very thing she feared most. The thing that hurt most... him being dead again.

She's dealing with extreme PTSD.

Which leads me to my final point. Westview is a real town in our existing reality, as we found out. Wanda closed it off, not to create a space where Vision could only exist in (and if he stepped out he dies or is revealed to be a corpse all along being controlled), but rather to trap everyone inside and keep them there... perfect... safe.

We see that as soon as things cross the boundary, they are assigned a new role and new costume automatically inside. She altered the town to create a safe, "perfect" utopia, and blocked it off from the rest of the painful world/reality that keeps hurting her and killing those she loves. She wants to stay there, wants to keep vision there, not to keep him alive but actually to just keep him SAFE.

She's desparate, desparate to make sure that they can live the life they wanted together (the life Vision begged her to have with him in safety), before the whole infinity war mess took that all away too. Desparate to make sure that her, and her beloved, are NEVER hurt by the outside world again. She couldn't bear losing him again, or anyone.

So, she wants them to stay in this safe world she's directing. A little slice of her ideal paradise... but Vision is alive and well now too. She's just extremely protective and on guard right now, she's so terrified of losing everything again.

Thats why she doesn't want anyone IN or OUT. She wants to stay in control, its a common way to cope. It feels like a need after a traumatic situation, to gain back some control over your reality. But, she's also a mutant super human... which makes her obsessive coping dangerously overstepping.

FINAL POINT:

Vision is actually, truly alive. He has been ressurected, revived. He is no longer dead, and no he's not dependant on Wanda to exist.

She alone had the power to revive him, through desparation and the power of the Mind stone, which gave her powers and is essentially vision's soul. (They're truly connected in an almost, soul-binding way).

Wanda is traumatized, and is coping by obsessively controlling an entire town, to keep everything she loves safe, PERMANENTLY.

Wanda created a perfect, safe space, and she doesn't want anyone to ruin it. She doesn't want those she loves to be hurt again... she's probably scared that this is the most she can do to make things "right".

Our girl has the best intentions but is trapped herself in the wrong mindset. She's in offence mode, she's desparate and is on the verge of falling apart if things fall apart around her again. She's easily triggered about things being ruined again, in ANY WAY, which explains why Geraldine was LITERALLY shot out of the town.

#wanda maximoff #wandavision #wandavison spoilers #disney plus #vision #scarlet witch #wanda and vision #vision and wanda #wandavision analysis #fictionalmenmistress

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moonlayl · 4 years

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No but the fact that the sitcoms have always been special to Wanda, and that’s why her reality was shaped after them??? I mean granted it made sense, but I never would’ve thought of that. Sitcoms were Wanda’s method of coping. It was what she and her family did to distract themselves from the literal war going on outside their door. The only semblance of normal young Wanda had. It was the last thing she did with her parents before they were so brutally murdered and taken away from her. It was how she originally bonded with Vision, and what made them become so close in the avengers compound.

After all the loss and pain she went through, she found a home in Vision, and then suddenly she had to kill him and then have him die in front of her AGAIN, making what she had to do worthless and that much more painful. Then she wasn’t even allowed to bury him or hold onto his body. She literally just wanted a place for him to rest. A place she can visit.

And also the importance of Westview? I wondered what was special about that town? Why was it significant? I thought maybe because it was close to S.W.O.R.D. headquarters and she immediately took Vision there after retrieving him, but that wasn’t the case. She and Vision wanted to build a home together. To retire and love a normal content life. She didn’t want to fight anymore, but was forced into it after she and Vision were targeted by Thanos. She just wanted her life with Vision and it was ripped away from her. Driving through Westview, it was clear the town was dying. People were leaving, shops were closed, and you could see Wanda getting sadder and sadder the more she drived. When she entered her destroyed house, it was probably another reminder of everything she’s lost. I mean, wasn’t her original home in Sokovia destroyed?

When she finally sat down and began to cry, everything that happened to her most likely cane at her all at once, and in her grief, in that moment, she wanted Vision by herself. Her rock, the main person who was there for her for everything. Her brother’s death, the public hating her, her being cast as an outlaw and hunted down. He was there for her through all of it, and in that moment it was the first time she was truly alone. After losing her parents she lost Pietro. After Pietro, Vision. But Vision died too and anyone else she may have known would’ve been too busy dealing with the aftermaths of the new five year later world, and they would’ve had their own families to deal with.

She so badly wanted Vision beside her, and in a moment of grief, she chose to “fix” her home, “fix” the town, fix her life, and see the love of her life again. That’s why Vision couldn’t leave. He was tied to the town. Wanda, in that moment, without realizing it, decided to change her world into what she’s always sought comfort in: sitcoms. Specifically the first one which was the one she watched with her parents right before she died.

When she saw Vision again, when he called her name, she convinced herself of the lie she so desperately wanted to be true. She let herself believe and let it consume her, choosing the beautiful lie over the hard painful cold truth. I can’t get over that moment. When Wanda switches from the modern grieving woman, to the black and white happy 50’s woman. That smile, when she heard her name? Like she couldn’t believe it. Like it was a dream come true. Everything about that scene made me cry so hard. God, she didn’t even steal Vision’s body or even actually want him truly brought back, she just wanted to rest and to grieve in peace, but even then they wouldn’t let her. Even then they tried to take away her life and what she valued away from her. Even then she could have something that simple. No wonder she snapped. No wonder in her moment of grief she brought a version of him back. “Grief is love preservering” that line is so damn powerful.

“I can’t feel you” she said it twice. I don’t think a line ever broke me as much as that one. It’s what she had said in a way to comfort him when the stone was hurting him. It’s what he told her to comfort her when his end was coming. In that moment, she used her magic to feel him, like she’s done before, but it didn’t work. He was no longer there. He as dead. I think that was the moment she truly believed it. This episode was so painful and powerful,

#wandavision #I lose my mind and say things and make myself cry #I have so much feels #omg #wandavision spoilers #wv spoilers #wv 1x08 #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff deserves better #vision #I just feel you #scarlet witch #wandavisiontext #wandavision meta

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 3 years

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Michael in the Mainstream: WandaVision

I love Wanda Maximoff, AKA Scarlet Witch. I’m not sure how apparent that is, but just in general I love comic book characters who use magic, and Wanda is probably my favorite (or at least tied with DC’s Zatanna). Sadly, I never really felt like the MCU did her any justice. She debuted in the worst Avengers movie, her brother was killed before they could showcase a meaningful relationship, and then her next appearances had her speedrunning a relationship with Vision. She definitely got some great moments in Infinity War and Endgame, but she felt woefully underutilized. The same could be said of her boyfriend Vision, who had it even worse than her, because he gets killed in Infinity War and is basically forgotten about after that, with nary a mention in Endgame. These are two fantastic characters, and the MCU just didn’t handle them well at all, and they felt like a complete waste that it was really hard to care about.

Thank god for WandaVision.

This show really did something incredible. It made me care so much about two characters I wished I could have cared about before, and become incredibly invested in their relationship. Wanda and Vision get much-needed spotlight and character development and end up becoming two of the best and most fleshed-out characters in the whole franchise, and it’s amazing they waited so long to do this. Wouldn’t it have been better if we cared so much about them before?

The show has three core elements that help make it great: its characters, its themes, and its presentation. The characters are the big one; Elizabeth Olsen and Paul Bettany really get their time to shine, and both of them manage to do great things with their characters, characters who until now felt more like background characters than actual Avengers. Their relationship is so cute, so wholesome, but with an undercurrent of something a bit sadder that ties in with the show’s themes, and then when they have children things become even more sweet with that dark undercurrent still running strong. Aside from them, the standout of the cast would have to be nosy neighbor Agnes played by Kathryn Hahn… or I should say, the show’s villain, Agatha Harkness, a magic-siphoning witch who’s exploiting Wanda’s fragile emotional state to gain the ultimate power. She’s an actual well-executed twist villain, which is quite a feat for modern Disney, and she’s just as fun and campy as you’d hope an evil witch would be, complete with her very own ridiculous villain song that has her winking at the camera and proudly gloating about killing puppies. It’s delightfully cartoonish. Other standouts include Evan Peters as ‘Pietro,’ in a hilarious and clever bit of meta casting that leads to a dick joke (which might be one of the funniest twists in the MCU) and the return of the greatest Ant-Man supporting character Jimmy Woo. Even Darcy, the absolute worst part of the first two Thor films, manages to return and be tolerable.

The presentation is a big selling point, and what helps the story feel so fresh and unique. Each episode is an affectionate take on a different decade’s sitcoms, starting really oldschool and eventually working all the way up to more modern fare. Interspersed throughout these episodes are some rather entertaining fake commercials which harken to elements of Wanda’s life, and a couple of later ones even act as some heavy foreshadowing for future revelations. The different camera techniques, colors, and whatnot really help sell this fantastical sitcom world Wanda created, though I have to say it is a bit of a shame they couldn’t integrate this style more into the climax, even if there are story reasons for it. It was just such a cool and fun concept, it’s a shame it had to be resolved before the climactic finale.

The themes, though, are what really make this show shine. This show is essentially about a woman dealing with grief. Wanda has lost the man she loves, she has lost her brother, and she’s struggling to find her way in the world. As a coping mechanism, she creates a fantasy world and refuses to face reality, burying her emotions and refusing to move on, instead clinging to the happy concepts that might have been. It really is fantastic as a character study of Wanda, giving her a remarkable amount of depth. I found myself relating to a lot of the themes on display; as someone with depression who has had my fair share of painful experiences, I could empathize with Wanda to a degree. Sure, the person I loved was never murdered by Thanos, but I’ve experienced with grief before. It’s really great stuff they’re working with here.

Unfortunately, as good as all these things are, the show isn’t 100% perfect. The biggest issue is when the show switches focus from the interesting stuff inside of Wanda’s sitcom world to more standard MCU stuff outside. Sure, it’s fun to hang out with Jimmy Woo, the greatest character ever, but a lot of the stuff out there just isn’t engaging and some things just aren’t really elaborated on too much. It’s certainly not awful, but between some really confusing twists with Monica Rambeau (who is a good character otherwise and one I want to see more of) and the extremely boring, 2/10 on Psycho Analysis villain Hayward, there’s really not much here that can even hope to compare to the events unfolding in Wanda’s life. The best things from the outside are flashbacks, such as when Monica returned from being snapped or when we get to see Wanda visiting Vision’s corpse in government lockup, which is one of the most tearjerking moments in the show.

There’s also how the swerve into the standard “Big Marvel action” isn’t exactly graceful. After a great episode where Agatha goes back through Wanda’s life, giving even more insight to Wanda as a character and showing us a lot of fascinating moments, we get into the grand finale which feels like what you’d see in a movie theater, for better or for worse. Now I’m a real slut for crazy witch duels between hot women, and this certainly delivers on that front, but there’s so much other crap going on and it really is weird to think how this show about a superhero woman learning to handle her grief somehow became a big, epic showdown that wouldn’t look out of place in a Harry Potter film. I don’t hate this finale as much as some people do, but it definitely feels like the weakest episode overall (which isn’t too bad, since it’s still good, just not really what I would have liked to see).

WandaVision is the sort of thing I want to see more from the MCU going forward. It’s fresh, it’s interesting, it doesn’t take a standard route for the most part, and it utilizes characters who never got a fair shake in interesting and creative ways. Most importantly, it’s very weird and very comic booky, which is something the MCU was lacking for much of its first ten years (save for the films Gunn and Waititi made). I’m sure not everyone is going to find this to be their cup of tea, and it’s easy to grow bored of the cuts away from Wanda to the more cliché affairs outside of her sitcom bubble, but this is definitely a rich and rewarding show that engages with some heavier topics in an easy-to-digest and enjoyable way. Hopefully we’ll see more creativity like this going forward.

#Michael in the Mainstream #review #TV show review #WandaVision #MCU #Wanda #Vision #Scarlet Witch #Marvel #Elizabeth Olsen #Paul Bettany #Kathryn Hahn #Agatha Harkness

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ithoughtthiswastwitterbutfr · 4 years

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WandaVision Episode 8 spoilers

Ok I heard this episode is sad so I’m prepared to cry and ruin my eyeliner.

I’m just emotionally preparing myself rq before I start I’m assuming a lots gonna go down cause the second episode is the finale.

I’m still not ready 2 minutes later lmao wait.

Okay hmm the title is called Previously On so we’re going back in time to her childhood based on the summary.

I think we’re gonna get more insight on her and Visions relationship and how it formed and hopefully get to see her relationship with her brother I’m starting now.

Ugh my TV is glitching

Okay we’re starting out in witch trials so it’s Agathas backstory the lady staring at her looks familiar. Oh it’s her mom

Her powers are blue here she’s into dark magic and the book in her basement is the stolen book from Doctor Strange im assuming she began learning dark magic from it l.

As they started to drain her. Her powers became blue and she starting to drain them back. I’m assuming the witches shared power and it was blue and now that it’s dark magic it’s purple.

Wow she killed her whole coven my draining them of their life and magic. Then she took her mother’s amulet so that’s the amulet she’s always wearing from the comics is.

She admitted her thoughts weren’t available and she was never under control.

Her accent is back because she’s angry because of her children being missing.

She possessed the fake Pietro from another universe she didn’t say he was from another universe she just said she couldn’t get to his body so she had to do possession instead of necromancy.

She picked up the fly now she’s chanting in Latin

She’s mind controlling and talking about how thousands of people can be under your control and all interact with each other with complex storylines which makes me think she wants Wanda power because she’s jealous she can do everything like transformation and mind control without having to study all the spells

“Magic on autopilot,” Dhe wants to know how she did this and she wouldn’t tell her and now she’s manipulating her with her own loneliness. She took a piece of her hair so now she has her DNA

Real reruns aka memories so she can look into them to see how she did it.

Her kids are crying out for in the basement so she’s gonna go with Agatha to save them I honestly don’t think the cries were her own.

OHHH MY GOD

All the movies her parents were going to sell were the decades and movies she did projected.

When Wanda walked into the memory she turned into her younger self,

The Dick Van Dick show is in the TV shape of the one Darcy used on the first episode so we know where she got her inspo for that one.

Everything outside makes me think this is the scene where her parents die.

The Stark bomb just hit and she’s looking around and can’t find her family yeah the Stark industry label is in front of her and she’s reverted back to Sokovian because she’s young and not the best at English yet I’m assuming.

The TV I’d still on and playing the show “At the end of the episode you realize it was all a bad dream,” I’m not sure why she said that part in English maybe because she’s referring to the show and movie nights are for English?

Agatha is asking if she used a probability hex to stop the bomb because Wanda reached her hand out towards it and that’s how she uses her powers.

Maybe Agatha is hinting towards Wanda being a natural born witch?

“So what I see here a baby witch obsessed with sitcoms and years of therapy ahead of her. Doesn’t explain your recent hijinks,”

Wanda used her powers subconsciously there and she’s probably using her powers subconsciously to keep Westview running and she used them subconsciously to get it started.

“The only way forward is back,”

She’s referring to Wanda not wanting to go back to Hydra I haven’t seen the scene yet but I’m assuming it’s because the testing was painful and because she now knows who hydra is and what it stands for.

“Don’t be scared you already lived it once,”

They have Loki’s sceptor of course im assuming they got it from SHIELD since they are SHIELD.

She didn’t have to touch the sample it just came to her on its own further proving she’s a witch but I don’t think she knows she moved it,

She touched the tesseract making the mine stone she then absorbed all its energy and passed out.

In isolation she’s watching another sitcom I just can’t figure out which it is.

I’m sure the episode on the TV is important “she hasn’t got any feeling,” maybe it’s about the Westview citizens or maybe it’s about vision being a doll or like a puppet and the brother is like “she hasn’t got any feelings” just like when Pietro or Fietro called Vision a popsicle an inanimate object

“So little orphan Wanda got up close and personal with an infinity stone that amplified what otherwise would’ve died on the vine. The broken pieces of you are adding up buttercup I have a theory but I need more,” This is probably talking about how if you don’t use your powers or learn to control them you stop having them but the infinity stone just made the powers she already had stronger. The name Scarlett Witch is starting to make sense now.

Another door another memory that I’d her watching Malcom in the middle.

She said the Avengers compound was the first home she had ever shared with Vision and with her family and country gone she felt alone so I’m assuming she’s with Vision cause he cured her loneliness.

Vision walking through the walls again she asking him to watch the sitcom with her. The sitcoms are important to her and she’s sharing them with him.

“So it is funny because of the grievous injury that man just suffered?” Vision

“No he’s not really injured,” Wanda

“How Can you be sure?”

“It’s not that kind of show,”

I think this is sort of related to the fact that nothing bad ever happens in Westview permanently like in Malcolm in the middle where the roof structure fell on the dad sure he got hurt but it wasn’t a detrimental injury.

He wants to comfort to her “The only thing that would bring me comfort is seeing him again,” Wanda about Pietro she felt the same with Vision hence why Westview is happening and why he’s back.

“I’m so tired, It’s just like this wave washing over me again and again it knocks me down and when I try stand up it just comes for me again and I can’t- it’s just gonna drown me,” How she explains her grief and depression we’re getting a glismpe of how she copes with death in her actual reality.

Vision says he’s always been alone he never experienced loss because he never had a loved one to lose.

“What is grief if not love preserving,” Okay damn Vision getting all deep.

Aww they just had a moment and now he’s laughing over the show how sweet. The awkward smile they did at eachother. How cute

Vision was dead and she wanted him back now we get to see how she stole Visions body back from her perspective.

All the news on the TV playing might not be revelant but it’s related to tamiles being reunited after the blip. So this is very shortly after the blip and some people might be right thinking it was almost directly after Tony’s funeral.

“He deserves a funeral at least I deserve it,”

They’re letting her take him probably to be able to paint her as a villain which is why Hayward cut out the first part of the footage.

She’s being shown him take apart and sawed she’s in pain seeing him practically dying again. Hayward called vision a weapon and Wanda is saying he’s not a weapon because he wasn’t and he didn’t want to be a weapon Hayward is hiding his true intentions of bringing him back to be his own weapon

“I just want to bury him. That’s all I want,”

She said she can’t do that she truly believes she can’t.

He won’t let her take $3 billion of vibranium to put in the ground she just wanted him to have a proper burial but Hayward provoked her and set her off.

She can’t feel him. A nod to how Vision said “I only feel you,” When he asked Wanda to kill him there is nothing left. She hot in the car and went to Westview she left and when she left she didn’t have Visions body.

She’s pulled up to place where she planned to grow old in with Vision and it’s been demolished this is the scene where she breaks down crying over it. And when she grieved she lets it get the best of her which is how she put the house back together without realizing she was doing it. Then that spread over the whole town and she is projected her own version of Vision. But I’m unsure if this is really Vision or not because then she’d be way more powerful than I ever believe to be able to create people own her own.

Oh wow she’s showing all the lights and it’s like she’s own set so she’s back to where Agatha had this all set up and she was the audience.

Agatha is choking the twins “I know what you are. You have no idea how dangerous you are. You’re supposed to be a myth. A being capable of spontaneous creation. and here you are using it to make breakfast for dinner.” Maybe Wanda was a prophecy before hand and she just never learned how powerful she really was and now Agatha is trying to feed off her powers I’m assuming she’s going to try to get Wanda to push her powers into her so she can drain her.

“Let go of my children,” Wanda with her accent coming back.

“Oh, yes your children and Vision and this whole little life you’ve made, this is Chaos magic Wanda. That makes you the Scarlett Witch,” Ugh yes one of those moments where they say a name of the movie or a character that’s basically it’s own movie I love it.

I’m gonna research Chaos magic and then I’ll reblog this again after I research some other things too.

End credits time. “Team is ready for launch,” They’re going to use Wanda own power to attack her using Visions actual corpse. He’s been brought back as the one thing he didn’t want to be. A weapon. I’m not sure who that was who powered it up but was it Monica’s contact?

Also doesn’t Agatha have Monica now if she was possessing Fietro? I have a lot of questions that I can’t get out right now

#wandavision theories #wandavisionedit #wandavision spoilers #WandaVision #wanda maximoff #vision #billy and tommy #billy maximoff #tommy maximoff #pietro maximoff #agatha harkness #director hayward #monica rambeau #Scarlett witch

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What do you think will happen with wanda in multiverse of madness? Will she be portrayed as a villain or as a hero? Will she get some sort of redemption? Because after all she held an entire village hostage

Honestly, I have absolutely no clue. This is the leaked plot which could be completely wrong, but it’s all I have to go on:

“The Scarlet Witch creates the “Multiverse of Madness” after falling under the influence of Nightmare. Doctor Strange must rescue her to prevent the collapse of reality. Strange assembles a team of sorcerers to help him navigate the Multiverse of Madness, consisted of Wong, Mordo, Clea and Drumm.“

IF this is correct and going off what we know of the end of WandaVision, I feel like she’ll make some deal with Nightmare to get her kids back. I fully believe that she’s going to create the multiverse to find Billy and Tommy, whether she’s under Nightmare’s control or not. That seems to be her goal and now that she has the power to do so, she will 100% be trying to get her family back together.

I imagine there will be a lot of back and forth. Whether she actually succeeds or not is up in the air (though I do believe she will in some way because obviously Young Avengers is getting set up here).

I do believe she’ll probably be painted as some sort of villain because that’s just who Wanda is at this point: A hero desperate to do the right things, but somehow keeps falling up short. She doesn’t want to hurt people, but I do believe that the more control she has over her powers, the more good she will do. I do believe she will eventually redeem herself. How? I have no idea. She has a lot of growth that needs to happen to get to that point. Perhaps a good friend that can help teach her how to fully control her powers and the new book she found??? Wink wonk patty bonk???

I really hope we get some kind of downward spiral where she has to figure out a way to stand on her own two feet. She has always had someone to hold on to and now that Vision is “gone”, she needs to find a way to pull herself out of this hole on her own and find a way to cope with her own demons. Obviously, I hope she turns out to be the hero I know she can be. It just may take some time for her to find her way there.

#rini answers #WHEREVER will she find someone to help her understand these mystical powers and this really weirdo book she got her hands on HMMMM

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thescarletwitchsapprentice · 3 years

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(CW: Mention of concentration camps, white-washing, trauma, ableism, eugenics, this is kinda gonna go all over the place)

As a white person who has learned this through others, I’d like to remind you that Wanda and Pietro Maximoff aren’t white in the original canon universe. (I mean with the introduction of the multiverse, there’s probably one in which they are, but that’s beside the point)

They’re Romani and Jewish.

Their biological father literally married a survivor of the concentration camps in the comic version.

Despite this, while I acknowledge that she is white-washed in the MCU and that that is very problematic, I still love the MCU version.

A lot of cartoons and comics from back in the day, from my very little exposure to them, seem to focus more on the action and fighting and less on the emotional connection and on the character. As a writer, I’m very fascinated by internal conflict, motivation, and backstory. Of course action and plot are important, but I’m very drawn towards the subtext, the internal stuff, the things you have to dig deeper into the surface to find.

I’m also a theatre major who’s had to read a bunch of plays and find deeper meaning to them, so that adds to it.

One of the reasons I love WandaVision, besides the music and domestic stuff, is that there are so many Easter eggs, so much subtext, so much underlying emotion. Of course it would be MUCH more respectful and authentic if Wanda and Pietro were played by Romani actors, as I don’t know of any Romani actors and it’d be nice to see more diverse talent, but it portrays the stages of grief very well and it gives an example of an unhealthy way to cope with trauma. One that I actually use a lot; escapism.

Wanda’s subreality is her way of escaping all of the shit she’s been through. As an autistic person who’s very into writing, it’s kinda natural that that would be my coping method. I’ve been bullied, isolated, emotionally abused, there are organizations trying to find a way to make sure people like me are never born.

Last night I was roleplaying as one of my autistic OCs and she wrote on a piece of paper “Why is who I am wrong?” and that brought me so close to tears because I’ve had those same thoughts. I’ve wondered would I still have gone through this shit if I wasn’t autistic. Even writing this right now makes me tear up. I don’t totally feel like I fit in the real world, so I make up my own worlds to escape a reality in which we’re scapegoats.

I know this went all over the place and I dunno who’s gonna see this, but I kinda just wanted to get it off of my chest.

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 4 years

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Project Death

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kuYHY6

by arrow_in_your_heart

After being held captive in a HYDRA facility for years, (y/n) has all but forgotten everything about herself; knowing only that which is necessary for her own survival. When she is rescued by the Avengers, she struggles to adapt to life once again, and realises there may have been more to life than she ever thought possible.

Words: 1360, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Original Characters, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Maria Hill, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Peter Parker

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Torture, Self-Harm, Violence, Imprisonment, Panic Attacks, Strong Female Characters, Slow Burn, Angst, Eventual Smut, Bad Writing, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Bad At Summaries, My First Fanfic, Eventual Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Pre-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Hydra (Marvel), idk what else, POV Second Person, POV Female Character, Domestic Avengers, quarantine is making me go insane, Author Is Sleep Deprived, burying myself in childhood obsessions to cope with the mortifying ordeals of reality, author is probably drunk sorry I'm a student

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oh1captain9my4captain2 · 5 years

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Chasing Time

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: more Endgame spoilers, and *of course* it wouldn’t be Chasing Time without angst

Words: 1,600

With time constantly ticking by, the reader decides it’s finally time to start a family. With or without a man. So she recruits one of the Avengers for assistance. But how exactly will that pan out for them? (Part 15 of my series - Chasing Time)

With everyone finally back you were able to reminisce on the good times, and catch them up to speed to what life had been like without them. Everyone was enjoying themselves, and, although the mood had started out rather somber in the absence of Tony and Natasha, everyone knew that they would want them all to be happy.

The news was still pretty fresh in your system, and you couldn’t bring yourself to move on just yet. The unspeakable bond that you and Tony had together was something you would never find in someone else. He was a cocky, arrogant, and conceited, goofball, but that’s exactly why you were his best friend. Because you knew that, underneath all of that, was a broken man who had learned, through many years of practice, how to put up a front for the whole world.

One good thing that came out of all of this, was the bond formed between Christopher and Morgan. They had become almost inseparable after everything that happened. Between him getting hurt, and her losing her father, they had leaned on each other for support. Their friendship was something almost akin to what you and Tony had shared for years, and you knew that bond would never be broken.

What you still didn’t know was where exactly Steve fell in this entire situation. After what took place in the hospital, and how he had told Christopher that he was his father, you were more confused than ever. You still weren’t even sure that Christopher really knew about it since he had been lying there asleep through the entire conversation.

A part of you had always wondered if Christopher always known about Steve being his dad. The close relationship that they’d always had with each other, and how Steve had been there for him from the start should’ve been enough to give it away on its own. Not to mention the fact that Christopher had always been the spitting image of a scrawny, much younger, Steve. All were telltale signs that no one seemed to pick up on throughout the years.

Keeping to your promise, you’d managed to find Wanda in the hustle and bustle of things and asked her, kindly, if she would accept the offer of being Christopher’s godmother. To which she, oh so graciously, accepted. Upon further realization you began to question your judgement as Wanda started creating targets with different matters of force for Christopher to throw fire balls at. Part of you wanted to break in, and end the entire thing, but you knew, deep down, that you could trust her with him. Especially when she had caused a few minor explosions, and taught your son how exactly to prevent such things from happening for himself. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that she was going to be a great role model to him as he grew up.

Banner had mentioned something to you about the infinity stones, and how someone would have to be the one to go back and return them all. To be honest, you had almost completely ignored him because you were far too happy to think about anything else going on. Your son was healthy, he had a godmother who already love him, and you thought this might finally be the opportunity you needed to take a chance on starting your relationship with Steve. Not to mention the huge weight that would be lifted off your shoulders if he had already known who his father was. It would save you the trouble of having to tell him, and risk Steve being upset in case he had done it out of sudden impulse.

Just then Banner grabbed your arm, and tried to get your attention once again. Bringing you back to reality, you heard him mention something about Steve before you finally started to listen.

“He’s gonna go and return all of the stones back to their place in time,” he said, softly, reminding you that someone had to do it.

“Why can’t Clint do it, or Thor?” You questioned, confused. There was a part of you that was terrified that he might want to try to redo things with Peggy, and there was no way you could stop him or tell him no. You had asked for no strings attached, and that is exactly what you had received. This was his decision, and you knew he had to choose what he really wanted. You couldn’t help but feel like this would be the last time the two of you would be together, though. All those years of group meetings had led to this moment, and you wished for some way to be able to turn back the clock.

You hadn’t even realized that you’d started crying until Christopher came over and wrapped his arms around your legs. “Mommy, why are you crying?” He was looking up at you, confused, and you knew that this little boy would do anything he could to make you happy.

“Because daddy’s gotta go, buddy,” Steve admitted, walking up to the two of you as he sifted his son into his arms. His eyes caught yours, and he knew you were still fighting with this. Between Christopher almost dying, and losing your best friend, you had thought that you’d grown numb to pain. You were wrong, so, so, wrong. This was like something you had never felt before.

Steve was the love of your life; the only person you could ever see yourself growing old with. He may have been stubborn, and controlling, but you had fallen in love with even his most annoying qualities over the years. You couldn’t imagine having to live the rest of your days without him by your side.

In the midst of it all, Steve had pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he held the two of you close. You couldn’t stop yourself, the words slipped from your lips, and you tried to stop from putting enough meaning into them to break the world in half, but it was no use. “I love you,” you said, squeezing him tighter. You basked in the moment, taking in the smell of his cologne, and the way his arms felt around your waist. How his hand rested against your side, and just how smooth his skin was against yours.

Before you were ready, he let you go, putting Christopher down beside you. “Stay outta trouble, alright, big guy?” Steve ordered, ruffling his son’s hair with a quiet laugh before taking off towards Banner.

He was waiting, preparing to flip the switch to send him back. With a final look at you and Christopher, Steve nodded to Bruce who made the flip.

“Dad! No!” Christopher yelled, and you tried to stop him, but he slipped through your fingers. He was racing after his father, but it was no use; Steve was gone. When you caught up to him, he was sitting on the ground, crying in the dirt.

Banner had started the countdown, but you ignored him. There would be no use in getting your hopes up. Still, you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter in anticipation.

“Three!” Banner yelled, and you squeezed your son closer to you. “Two,” he said, getting a little more anxious as he noticed your anticipation. “One,” he whispered, softly, trying to bring him back. When nothing happened, your heart sank to your feet and you could feel it shattering inside you. The shards were eating away at your insides, and tearing you up completely. There it was again; the waterworks were back, and this time it was a full on flood.

You knew it was too good to be true; Steve would never be back. He had made the choice, and he picked Peggy. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t blame him; she had been his first love. She saw in him exactly what you had seen so many years later. Not some tough, super attractive, soldier, but a man who always wanted more from life. Someone that wasn’t afraid to stand up for the little guy, and put everyone else in their place. It was just unfortunate that you had noticed so late, but you still don’t think he would have picked you; even back then.

Still your heart felt empty, you were so in love with him, but all that love never mattered. It wouldn’t bring him back. How were you supposed to explain away this entire mess to your son? To the little boy who you was cradled in your arms, sobbing for the man who he’d just learned was his father. Would you ever be able to move on? No; you’d probably take a page from Steve’s book, and spend your time in group therapy. Christopher’s striking resemblance to his father made the pain cut deeper, and you knew you should be strong for him, but there was no use. Both of you had dissolved into a blubbering mess.

The aching feeling that raddled through your chest felt like you were being stabbed with a thousand knifes straight into your heart. The tears burned down your cheeks, and you knew your eyes were a bright crimson red. You’d completely lost function in your legs, resting in the dirt beside your son. The world around you was a blur, and all you wanted was for the pain to end; to feel a sense of comfort, and stability in this mass of chaos. You would never cope, you’d just find a way to live. To exist without him. Hoping that, one day, you may finally find some closure to the way you felt inside.

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anonthenullifier · 5 years

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Some Possibilities of Bringing Vision Back

So...I’m at a loss for what to write post-Endgame. My mind is overwhelmed with theories and each one leads down a potentially negative (i.e. White Vision-y) path because there are serious repercussions no matter the solution to bringing Vision back. Raising the dead is never consequence free. So I figured I would channel that towards a post that, once WandaVision comes out, I will look back on and laugh at myself for being so damn wrong at every step.

Buckle on in, this is going to be a long ride through the (not at all exhaustive) ways Marvel might bring Vision back and the issues each one could create.

Option 1: Shuri, with the help of Bruce and Helen, reconstructs Vision’s brain, neural networks, and skull, and bring him back.

Pros: This has been alluded to in Infinity War. It was the entire basis of removing the Mind Stone from Vision. It is our Vision, just reconstructed.

Cons: We actually have no proof that removing the Mind Stone still leaves the best of Vision. Bruce very well could have been desperate and absolutely full of shit. Though its powers are not fully explained, based on past movies, the Mind Stone seems to do several things (shout out to @my-name-stitch for watching A1 recently and providing a thorough rundown of what the Mind Stone did).

It can control people’s minds -- Loki uses it for this, Wanda can mentally manipulate people, it is the mind stone.

It seems to have the propensity to greatly increase the mental ability and knowledge of individuals under its influence. This is seen in the first Avengers movie with both Clint and Dr. Selvig.

It can subtly manipulate and control people on its own -- in Avengers it increased the negative emotions of the team as they argued, and it impacted Loki’s decision making as well.

It also has a certain level of sentience itself, as seen in Age of Ultron. Not only does it possess a neural-like network that appears to be thinking, but it also granted sentience to Ultron and, arguably, to Vision.

It can be used to physically manipulate things and to manifest power that can be used to harm things -- think VIsion’s beam and phasing abilities. Plus Loki uses it to power his scepter.

All of that taken together means that they, first of all, likely need to find another way to kickstart Vision into sentience. Perhaps Shuri can craft a solar gem (a popular device I’ve seen in fics and theories, and what Vision has in the comics). Even if this does work, it assumes that Vision’s consciousness is derived from more than the Mind stone. It is entirely possible that without the Mind Stone he simply becomes a fleshy conduit for J.A.R.V.I.S.. Even if J.A.R.V.I.S. is a very nice AI, he is still an AI, not a sentient being. We could end up with a rather empty Vision who just is really good at surfing the internet and files to provide answers. That doesn’t really allow for much emotional connection or independent thought.

But let’s be hopeful and say that doesn’t happen, it could still leave Vision with some deficits compared to what he had before. One, unless Shuri can recreate the extremely powerful, otherworldly organicity of the Mind Stone, Vision likely won’t have the sheer level of intelligence and increased mental abilities. Which is fine, he can learn, but I imagine it would be difficult to go from obscenely intelligent to not having that sort of mental acumen. Two, as far as we know, vibranium does not have properties that inherently allow someone to fly or shift their density or manipulate their molecules. Vision would still be mostly indestructible, but he is going to have to learn a new power set and actually shop for some clothes. It is possible Shuri can figure out a way to do some of that, probably at least fly and some level of molecular manipulation like the Black Panther suit that stores impact energy. These aren’t awful things, but it is going to impact Vision because he is going to have to learn to cope with his very different way of existing and the potential feelings of being a sort of new person. This potential loss of identity could lead to brooding, doubts about himself, listlessness, and might strain his relationships.

Another thing to keep in mind with this approach (and really most of these) is that we don’t know how repairing his brain will work. Will he have some level of traumatic brain injury? He essentially had a full lobotomy. If they don’t reconnect the neurons correctly, or if it is different in some way, if anything was irrevocably destroyed, you have to deal with what comes of harming the frontal lobe. Some options include:

Hindering working memory, which impacts attention and the ability to retrieve information from your secondary memory.

Increases in impulsivity and decreases in thoughtful decision making

Potential declines in emotional control and increases in aggression

Loss of intelligence and reasoning abilities

Loss of social skills and responding to social stimuli

Loss of empathetic reasoning

All of that sounds suspiciously like White Vision.

It’s also possible that, due to his synthetic nature, none of this manifests, but it would be surprising for there to be no effects whatsoever from getting your frontal lobe violently torn out.

Option 2: Now that we have the multiverse, let’s grab an alternate timeline Vision.

Pros: We get a fully functioning, uninjured Vision.

Cons: This one is a bit of an ethical mess. First of all, what about the alternate timeline Wanda? Are we really just going to leave her high and dry? I doubt our Wanda would be willing to do that. Unlike Steve who was able to go into an alternate timeline where he knew the other Steve didn’t exist for Peggy (because he was frozen), they would have to search high and low for some timeline where Wanda wasn’t there, and if she wasn’t there, then Vision doesn’t love her. Second, this Vision might not be the same as our Vision. In the multiverse there are infinite possibilities, he could be a very different person, or even a subtly different person. It would be a gamble whether he and our timeline’s Wanda would even mesh. Third, not only does this impact the Wanda of that timeline, but I imagine taking an entire person from a timeline is going to splinter it into a darker reality, especially because you are taking an infinity stone with it, something the Ancient One warned Bruce not to do. This seems like the least likely and the most ethically dubious.

Option 3: Now that we have the multiverse, let’s grab a new Mind Stone

I posted this theory before, but here’s a shortened run down. They could use the multiverse to go to a timeline right before Thanos destroys the stones for good. Instead of destroying all the stones, Wanda (with help) manages to get the Mind Stone and bring it back for our timeline’s Vision.

Pros: We get a Mind Stone. Since the Mind Stone of that alternate timeline was about to be destroyed, we don’t have to worry about splintering that reality because we aren’t taking something that was going to keep influencing it. It was going to be destroyed. So long as the other stones are destroyed, it also shouldn’t impact that reality when the unsnapped Avengers go to confront Thanos and realize the stones are gone. We maintain the consciousness aspect of the Mind Stone which was at issue with the first option of a new gem.

Cons: This is very dangerous. This is sending Wanda and whoever goes with her against a Thanos who has all the stones. Even though we know Wanda can take him, it is still a big risk. The biggest con, however, is that we are assuming this Mind Stone 1. works the same as our timeline’s Mind Stone and 2. That it really only gives Vision his consciousness and powers. It is entirely possible that it could impact Vision’s behaviors or his emotions or even his memory. We now have our Vision who has both his own memories and emotions while also potentially having the reverberations of this other Vision. He’s going to feel like two people living in the same body with Wanda flickering in and out of being who she is in our timeline and who she was in this other Vision’s timeline. It could be disorienting and cause a rift in their relationship. I think they could overcome it, learn to love each other, but it would take time and a lot of couple’s therapy.

Option 4: Wanda discovers her reality warping powers and crafts a reality where Vision exists.

Pros: We get Vision back (sort of)!

Cons: This really can only end in tragedy. Eventually the reality will crumble, someone will make her aware that Vision isn’t actually there, and we might get a House of M style breakdown. Arguably this would be the most in line with Wanda’s comic storyline, but it would come at the detriment of likely never getting Vision back again and Wanda becoming a villain/not trusted by everyone else.

Option 5: Shuri reconstructs Vision and Wanda discovers her ability to do interdimensional magic and gets Vision’s consciousness from another dimension

Pros: We get to see Wanda learn magic, preferably from Agatha Harkness. This is similar to getting the Mind Stone from an alternate timeline, but maybe it is possible that Wanda could actually reach back into our timeline and somehow get Vision’s consciousness from his actual Mind Stone. Then we get Vision, we get his consciousness, the only thing he might not have are the powers from the Mind Stone itself (and that whole lobotomy thing).

Cons: This is a high risk-high reward path. Entering into interdimensional magic also introduces the possibility of getting Chthon or some darker force that comes in to inhabit Vision - in line with the leaks from however many months ago. It doesn’t fix any of the anatomical issues Vision experiences with Option 1 and Shuri bringing him back, but it does solve the issue of getting whatever consciousness of his resides in the Mind Stone back to our Vision. It, again, could also unleash elder gods and dark spirits, but then at least they have a villain to fight together!

Option 6: It’s all in Vision or Wanda’s head (not necessarily a warped reality).

Pros: We get to see them happy, in love, and living out a life they wanted.

Cons: It’s not real. This I do think has the possibility of being a deeply emotional and nuanced look at grief and accepting the death of a loved one (or yourself...I guess, if it’s Vision). If they went this route I would be surprised if Vision actually came back. So it could be an ephemeral, slightly trippy (because the illusion has to fade) love letter to their relationship that leaves us with a sense of longing for what could be but also, potentially, a sense of peace because Wanda won’t go down the mentally unstable House of M route.

There are other theories and deviations from these, especially, I assume, if we draw on more from the comics. But that’s where I’m at for now.

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Home, Again: Chapter One

A/N: Soooo, if you know me at all you know that thick Bucky is my religion and I love him with all of my heart. These new pictures of Sebastian on the set of ‘Devil All The Time’ have got me twisted. Literally I’ve been fawning over them for days. That man is too much for me and my libido and this is the product of that.

Word Count: 2k+

Rating: This particular chapter is pretty mild, lots of cursing mostly- the next chapter, and the ones to come after that will be extremely explicit though so get your bodies ready.

Summary: Moving back home was never in her itinerary, but after the loss of a family member and being fired from her job, she finds herself back in the town she grew up in and face to face with the man who’d haunted her teenage wet dreams. Now in her early twenties, maybe she can do something to make those dreams a reality.

A Plus Size Reader x Dad!Cop!Thick!Bucky Barnes story

It’s a surreal moment for you- waking up in your old room. The one that you’d grown up in, that you hadn't spent more than a couple nights at a time in- in the last six years.

Like some weird, out of body experience. Looking at the ceiling through blurry, sleep bogged eyes, with the sun shining clear and bright through the curtains fills your stomach with nostalgia that makes you feel like you might barf.

You sit up, trudge to the bathroom, half feeling like you’re about to get ready for school or something- about to but on your Volleyball uniform or something.

While you're brushing your teeth you can't manage to drag your eyes away from your reflection. The bags under your eyes, that are ever present, seem to be deeper. Probably from all the moving you’d done in the past couple of days.

Picking up your entire life, and moving it from Brooklyn all the way back to Springs Port had not been easy.

Luckily your friends had been game for the three hour drive, and the little bit of heavy lifting(Pietro and Quill we’re life savers) when it came to your bed and room furniture. You’d sold your couches and tables. You didn't have your own place anymore, didn't know when you would again and since you we’re currently unemployed, you could use all of the extra cash that you could get.

That was you:

Living back at home. Job less. And broke- because you used that almost all of that furniture money to rent the U-Haul.

In that moment, with those harsh truths, you can't manage to look at your reflection anymore.

After taking a shower and getting ready- contouring and highlighting and concealing all of your self hate away, you do feel a bit better. It was a coping mechanism, yes. But You needed to be presentable anyways, you think.

You’re fine. You are fine, Y/N. Everything’s fine.

If you keep repeating it, and accept it as your reality, you’ll feel better, right?

You linger on that thought as you eat breakfast, which is a definite perk of being back home. Your grandmother stands near the stove- a pan hot and the kitchen full of the delectable smells of not only the omelets she was stirring up, but the crock pot that had who knows what already brewing.

Also, the ever present, and pungent herby smell of marijuana that followed her ever since her accident undercurrents that.

It sure beat the instant oatmeal you used to eat mornings back in the city.

“That smells so ridiculously good” You start as you slide onto one of the chairs at the kitchen bar “Also, good morning, Grams”

“Good morning, baby bird. You’re up early” She comments, as she gives you a knowing side eye “Or did you not sleep at all last night?”

There's honestly no use lying to her. She’d always had this sixth sense when it came to that- it had made your childhood a bitch.

“I slept. A little bit” you defend yourself, pouring yourself the cucumber orange juice she’d made. Sounds weird- is actually extremely refreshing. She likes to make weird concoctions with the fruits and vegetables she grows in her garden.

You get another one of those all knowing looks.

“Okay I didn't sleep as much as I could have, but I was just getting everything else unpacked. I’m finally done” you punctuate with an innocent shrug.

“You unpacked all those boxes? Y/N Y/M/N, there was about twenty of them. You’re not supposed to get unpacked in 24 hours, you need to give yourself time to process this change in your life. I really thought that indica was going to help. You should’a been knocked on your ass” She tells you as she plates up your food and sets it in front of you.

You thank her, and bite your tongue about the whole “processing” thing. She’d been all about that lately- since Grandma Vee died a few months ago and she’d started her group therapies; she’d become some kind of self made, self help guru.

You figure it’s better that then her falling apart.

You’re all kind of waiting for her to fall apart.

“I was thinking i’d go into town and job hunt today” You bring up the topic softly, both of you most of the way through your spinach, bacon, mushroom and goat cheese omelet.

She tutts at you, of course she does.

“I invited you to come back and live with me, I’m not expecting you to pay for anything, you know that” You love the way she words it. You wonder if she really thinks of it that way, that you’re here for her benefit and not the other way around.

“Grams, I get that I really do. But I have like fifteen bucks to my name right now. Even if it’s just something part time, I need to work” You tell her, in complete seriousness.

You’d had a job, steadily, since you were fourteen years old and the broke bitch life wasn’t for you.

She fussed, tells you that you that she is very capable of helping you with whatever you need. Promptly informs you that Grandma Vee’s life insurance will hold both of you down for a long while.

You don’t get how she can talk about her death so easily. Calm and level headed. It’s still that iron hot pain that comes from losing a loved one that burns for you. You’d felt it before and yet it didn’t dull one bit this time around.

“Yeah, that’s gonna be a fuck no from me. You have to use that money for you, grams. You know she’d want you to” is your blunt reply and she chuckles and throws her napkin at you as you stand.

“You watch your language in my fucking house, girl. You’ve always had such a bad potty mouth”

It’s inherited, you don’t tell her.

With a few more words of dissuasion from her and a kiss on the head and the reassurance that you’d still help her with her garden, even if you were working from you, you grab your keys and walk out into the already hot, New Jersey air.

It’s summer, mid June and Spring Port is and has always been a resort town. Sea side and picturesque- people flood in during the summer season.

It doesn’t surprise you that the towns square is currently a tourist trap and that parking is hard as shit to find. No matter, you find a space eventually.

Your turquoise Jeep Wrangler is the same one you’d driven before college, that you hadn't taken to the city with you. It has some issues sometimes- the starters a little finicky and has to be worked on every six months or so, but it honestly still runs like a charm. Can get you from A to B just fine now, and you guess it is way better than subways and busses.

You end up walking around the entire towns square, and you’re glad you’d gone with slides instead of wedges. Everyone seems to be hiring, tourist season and all. And in the end you fill out four applications- handwritten at that which you think is a little funny.

It’s not that Springs Port is tiny really- with a population of 12, 000, there are definitely smaller places. Towns square is actually pretty decently sized- about twenty five or so tiny stores and restaurants scattered along main street. There’s a theater. Three gas stations. You guys don't have a Walmart in the towns perimeters technically- but there's one just a few miles away. And everything's waterfront, the docs a skip away. The Atlantic a continual backdrop.

Compared to New York though, it’s a blip on the map,. It feels smaller to you now that you’ve lived in the big wide world.

You’re walking down the cross of Harbor and Main- on your way to Goodies- which you hear Angie now owns, to meet Wanda and B for lunch when your feet get stuck where you are.

Frozen on the spot.

As you look at the flower shop, that’s overflowing with greenery across the street.

Infinity Flowers-

You can't help the draw to the store. Your feet seem to have a mind of their own- and you end up inside before you can really think of it.

Hell, it smells just like it used to. You haven't stepped foot in here since…

It’s pretty busy in the shop- it always was though. Best flower arrangements in the whole Garden state was it’s slogan, and it only exaggerated a little.

“I’ll be with you in one sec- Oh! Y/N” The bleach blond head that belongs to none other then Mantis bobs as she comes over and envelops you in a tight hug “I heard you we’re back in town! I was wondering when you we’re going to come in. I haven't seen you in so, so long”

She says all of this without letting you go and you chuckle and endure it because this was Mantis. Always such a hugger.

“Yeah, I was just job hunting in town and I thought I’d stop by”

“So you’re back for good then, yes?” She asks, after letting you go. Going to greet another customer warmly, while still managing to small talk to you. She’d always been good at making people feel at ease.

You tell her not really, just for the moment, as you fix the hydrangeas in the window display. They have them all wrong-

“Those we’re always her favorite” Mantis tells you what you already know and you nod and swallow the bit of sadness that bubbles up.

This. Is why you tend to stay away from this store. Thoughts of your late mother assault your psyche here, always- but also...you can't help but feel like you’re supposed to be here. Some of your happiest childhood memories we’re in this shop, surrounded by flowers. You can recall the sound of your mother’s laughter best here…

You leave the shop, after you’ve filled out an application.

You don't know why you did it but-

“I’m pretty sure I just got a job at Infinity Flowers” You inform Wanda and B, who are already sat at a booth in the little pub waiting for you when you get there. Sharon couldn't get a break from the station to come, but you couldn't hate her for it. She was just living her dream.

“Really?” Wanda asks, attempting to choose her words wisely “That's- I would never expect for that to be where you’d decide to work”

“What she means; is do you think that’s a good idea? There’s ghosts for you in there girly” B, Brunhilde(she’d kill anyone who used her full name though) has always been the bolder one in your group of friends. And that would never change.

“Mmm, I don't know what I think. Wanna day drink about it?” You suggest with a shrug as you go to wave down a waitress. One of their house made hard lemonades we’re sounding real good right now…

“Bitch, some of us have to go back to work” Wanda argues while B excitedly agrees, telling you that she’s already started.

Two and a half house lemonades later you are sufficiently buzzed and feeling better. Wanda has to get back to work at the antiques gift shop though, you you leave Angie a hefty tip(or rather your employed friends do) and head out.

It’s hot as hell, honestly and you think you might go sit on the beach for a while until you sober up enough to drive- you’re telling your friends that when you see a patrol car roll up to the bakery on the corner.

Out of the driver's seat exits one Bucky Barnes. AKA your teenage wet dream.

And holy god, does he look good. He’s flanked by a tall dark skinned man who you don't recognize, but who is also pretty damn fine.

You know you’re ogling, and your friends are laughing at you and taunting you, but in that moment you really don't care.

“Hot damn, he is still so fine, oh my god” You groan and Wanda chuckles as she lights up a cigarette.

“Yeah? The dad bod doing it for you?” She questions on an exhale of smoke.

“Totally. Is it possible that he got even more attractive? Like? How? And why did Sharon not tell me about this” You try to pull your eyes away from him, you really do.

But you’re a little drunk and the feelings you’d harbored for the older man come trickling back. Yeah, he’s gained some weight. Is broader- his shoulders big. His whole frame hulking. But he still has that swoon worthy dark hair, and that jawline you could see even from here. You wonder if his eyes we’re still that stormy blue color that you’d spent literal years dreaming about...You desperately wish you could go up and take a closer look.

“He’s really been hitting those doughnuts since the divorce, huh?” B snarks and you turn a cold glare at her.

“Don't body shame him. That’s disgusting” You snap and she holds up a hand.

“Jesus, you know I’m just kidding. I forgot how fucking touchy you are about him” She defends herself and you try not to go on a rant about how talking about anyone's body, male female or anyone in between.

You end up doing it anyway and the whole time Wanda grins and tells you how much she’s missed you, and B tells you how much of a sensitive cunt you are.

All in all, it’s good to be home. Even if you are a total failure of a human being at the moment, your brain can't help but tac on to the end. As you watch the police cruiser pull out of the parking lot, and think about the man that sits inside- you think about the fact that you aren't sixteen anymore. And he’s not married...

And in that moment- you realize just how good it is to be home.

And there it is. If you'd like to be tagged in future chapters, please let me know! I’m thinking, and have this planned out to be about five chapters. Just a sexy, juicy, emotional quick read. Some Angst ridden smut coming your way!

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