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"Who are you?" she scoffed in your face, leaning closer with scrutinizing eyes. "All those costumes and hairstyles. Ugh, I was so patient... waiting for you to reveal your true self." Agatha chuckled. "I got close with Fake Pietro—Fietro, if you will."

Your eyes widened (and so did your present-time spectators' eyes). "That was you."

The other witch shrugged nonchalantly, "Well, not really me. Just my eyes and ears. A crystallum possession. Necromancy was a non-starter since your real brother's body is in another continent." She whispered over your shoulder mockingly. You didn't respond as she taunted you. "Not to mention, full of holes." She gave you a look full of false pity and sympathy, pouting. "But... you're so crippled by your self-doubt that you believed it!"

You refused to look her in the eye at that statement. The line between fantasy and reality had already blurred for you. "Momma really needs help," Yuuji muttered sadly, watching and practically feeling the turmoil of emotions inside you at that moment. "I just want to hug her tight right now."

"And get her away from this crazy old hag," Satoru added, giving Agatha a judgmental look. Through your memory, they'd seen how Agatha Harkness came to be—absorbing the magic of her fellow coven sisters. The other men silently agreed with the white-haired shaman, for once.

Agatha continued with her rant, exclaiming how she arrived at Westview, "Wanda, when I sensed this place... the afterglow of so many spells cast all at once—I... couldn't make heads or tails of it!" She brought out an insect from her basement, chanting in Latin. The insect flew on your face, trying to enter your mouth and make you talk. Your face scrunched up in disgust as you repressed the urge to say anything when it touched your lips. "Thousands of people under your thumb, all interacting with one another according to complex storylines! Wow, that's something special, baby." The ex-Salem witch chanted again in Latin, showing you how to turn the insect into a moth (or was it a butterfly?). "Transmutation. See? Years of studying to achieve even the smallest convincing illusion." Agatha was clearly, clearly demented in her bloodlust for your power while interrogating slash torturing you.

The jujutsu sorcerers observed carefully as Agatha showed you even more spells through a variety of Latin incantations. You seemed clueless about all of them. Did you really not know?

"But Westview through your lens, Wanda!" a shaking Agatha nearly shouted, unable to contain her mixed excitement and frustration with your power. "Every little detail in place, down to the crown molding. You're even writing illusions... miles away at the edge of town! Magic on autopilot!" she emphasized, squealing fanatically.

"What's your secret, sister?" You seemed lost with all the information that had been given to you in spite of her zealous attempts to coax you. Runes, incantations, spells, Pietro (or Fietro, actually), and everything that's been happening in Westview. Seeing that you were distracted, Agatha called you out. "Listen. Hey. Wanda. I need you to tell me how you did this."

"This woman is being too persistent for her own good," Toji muttered, annoyed at how she was treating you. His son stood beside an agitated Yuuji, trying to calm his pink-haired classmate.

"Nosy neighbor indeed," was all Nanami could say.

Sukuna snorted, the mouth on Itadori's cheek cackling at Nanami and Toji's comments. "Don't lie, you. All of us are interested in knowing more about the damned old... lady... witch, whatever she is. I'm just glad I was meddlesome enough to be able to witness this." Oh. Right. The King of Curses was the one who got them into this predicament in the first place, damaging the flash drive and whatever was inside it.

You attempted to defend yourself, denying, "I didn't do anything. I'm not—agh!" You found yourself brutally thrown into the wall again.

Agatha snarled, "I tried to be gentle. To nudge you awake from this ridiculous fantasy. But you leave me no choice." She smiled at you—no sincerity or kindness behind it. Just evil delight. "What was it you said to your not brother? You felt empty. Alone. Endless nothingness." Agatha gave you one final look. "Let's start there. It's been fun playing pretend for a while, hasn't it, Wanda?

She plucked a single strand of your hair, conjuring a spell, "Repete memoria." A door appeared. You froze. You knew exactly what that door was and where it was from. And you hadn't seen that in decades. Actually, you thought you'd never see it again. It opened, showing a woman's back as she washed dishes in a sink.

"Who's that?" Choso blinked.

"We're about to find out now," Geto's eyes narrowed.

Agatha released the purple magic binding your limbs. You flopped painfully to the ground. She stood over you impatiently. "It's time to look at some real reruns. Alright. Let's go."

You glared callously at her from your position on the cold stone tiles, "No."

"Oh? I'm sorry. Did you forget who has your children stashed away in her basement?" At that moment, Billy's cries and Tommy's pleas could be heard somewhere nearby. Your countenance instantly became one that was extremely concerned. Even the jujutsu sorcerers tried to trace where their voices were coming from, but to no avail.

"Does your Infinity and your Limitless work here?" Kento asked Satoru, who shook his head.

"I can't even feel my cursed energy," Gojo replied. "I take it that it's the same situation for you guys... except maybe you, Toji."

"Duh," Megumi's dad deadpanned, having no cursed energy, after all. "But even then, I don't sense any cursed energy here."

"Guess we're trapped in Mom's memories, then," Yuuji blinked.

Agatha smugly grinned as she watched your panicked reaction to your children's hostage situation. "Ah. That's right." She stepped aside to allow you to walk through the door. "After you, superstar."

The next thing the male sorcerers knew, they were in a small apartment. It had a Cold War aesthetic, just like how Agatha had described it. They watched as you watched your own memories unfold, particularly one relating to your deceased family. Your father had brought back a collection of sitcoms from outside, with your shocked mother asking how he was able to buy all of them. Your father only smiled happily, assuring your mother that he would sell them all by tomorrow to get back the money. A young Pietro came bustling into the living room—like Agatha, Sukuna had an irritated look (as irritated as a mouth could look) with how noisy the boy was.

Then, your older form was replaced by that of an innocent-eyed little girl in a red jacket telling her father that she wanted to watch the Dick Van Dyke Show.

"Awwww, how cute!" Gojo squealed at the adorable younger you in the vision. "If Y/N and I have a daughter, I want her to look just like that but maybe with my eyes—ow! Suguru!"

"As if she'll have kids with a jackass like you, Satoru," a repulsed Geto scolded his best friend.

"But sensei is right, Momma really was cute when she was young!" Yuuji said with a grin, happy to see that finally, there was a happy memory after a series of terrible events in WandaVision.

Toji—and maybe also Nanami, Sukuna, Choso—seemed displeased at Gojo's remark, as well. Megumi inwardly sighed, before noticing that in the vision, your mother suddenly turned to gaze at the window. The other men's eyes followed his train of vision and that was when they realized why. They wondered why they didn't notice at first, but now they did. And they remembered something you'd told them before, too.

You grew up in a warzone. This was it. They could hear shouts coming from outside, continous gunshots and even the military planes flying over head. They could feel, every once in a while, the building tremble whenever there was a nearby explosion. They could see the fights happening outside the window, fires on the snow-covered road and men pointing guns at one another. Hell, was that a dead body on the street? Just laying there?

They were speechless at the horrible sight and the situation. They realized that your parents were trying to shield you and your brother from the horrors of the outside world. Your parents were trying to distract you from the reality. Maybe that was why that had become your coping mechanism as you grew older. Sitcoms, sitcoms, sitcoms. They were only brought back to their senses when you giggled at a scene from the television. They also noted that many of the scenes from the Dick Van Dyke show probably inspired those earlier episodes of WandaVision. That scene of you and Vision in the kitchen cooking sweetly, that moment where you two had two beds even though you were a married couple, and overall the outdated silliness you enjoyed as a child. Even that so-called "Sokovian" greeting of you covering Vision's eyes and vice-versa during the first episode came from how your mother playfully covered your giggling face and kissed your head.

All seemed well as they gazed at the domestic scene in front of them. You and Pietro were on the floor laughing at the show, with your parents smiling together—your dad's arm around your mom's shoulder as they lovingly stared at their children being happy; clueless with what was occuring outside. They couldn't blame your parents. They would've done the same.

"How sweet," Yuuji almost melted when he saw you happy. "Mom's happy!"

"This must have been one of her happier memories," Geto concluded. On the inside, there was a part of him that was angry at those... those monkeys outside. Non-sorcerers always fighting, fighting, fighting. It was why his faith in humanity had been broken in the first place. Had this been their world, curses would've been swarming this place. But he calmed himself. He'd given up on that goal when you brought him back and given him a new life. It was his way of paying you back and repenting. He just wanted to be at peace, especially after everything Kenjaku had done with the use of his body.

"One of her few happier memories," Nanami added quietly. He couldn't help but feel so sorry for this child he was seeing. This environment... a warzone with people killing each other outside... this was the exact reason why he wanted to protect the younger sorcerers. Why he wanted children, like Yuuji, to just be... children. He sympathized with your parents.

Meanwhile, Gojo was also reminded of why he was doing what he was doing. Teaching students to become jujutsu sorcerers, protecting those in need... this vision of you as a child having to be surrounded by death was something he wanted to prevent or minimize with the people of his world. Their world.

You looked back at your parents, smiling at them. Your mom gave you a flying kiss, your dad chuckling beside her. Right as you turned away from them...

Boom!

The air raid strike happened so fast even the sorcerers didn't expect it.

"Mom!" Yuuji shouted with a flinch, heart beating faster in panic. Even he had instinctively crouched to protect himself. Megumi was right beside him, unable to talk and his arms also in a protective position around him.

"Holy fucking shit, shit, shit," Toji swore, eyes frantic. He glanced to check if Megumi was okay. That explosion felt so real. Too real. Though it was a vision, none of them could see you anymore. Everything was rubble and smoke now.

"Where's Y/N?" Sukuna mumbled to himself, feeling Yuuji's terror and worry inside his domain.

You couldn't hear or see them since this was in the past already, but the men searched for you in the wrecked room. There was a huge, gaping hole in the building now.

"There!" Nanami shouted, seeing your small figure become conscious again. His alert brown eyes scanned your form. He couldn't help but panic even if this had already happened.

"Y/N!" Geto, Gojo, and Choso shouted. They reached out for you, only for their hands to pass through you like they were ghosts.

Little you coughed and struggled to pull yourself up from the dusty floor. As your vision cleared, you realized that nearly everything around you had been destroyed. Falling rockets, gunshots, sirens, and missiles could be heard from the outside. It had gotten worse. There was fire in the corner, the smoke almost suffocating you. And there... right there were large slabs of fallen concrete crushing the couch your parents had sat on.

With a devastated look on your young face, it hit you that this was it. They were killed, just like those stories they told of you guys always having to be careful or else the government would shoot. People would kill you without hesitation. Now, your kind mother and your loving father were gone. Gone. You weren't even able to process that knowledge completely yet until much later. And your brother... where was—

"Wanda!" Pietro's young voice bellowed from beside you as he hurriedly pulled you under the bed. It was all dust and explosions now. A missile suddenly landed right in front of you two. Staring at your terrorized visages were two words: Stark Industries. The jujutsu sorcerers noticed that it emitted the exact same sound as Toast-Mate 2000. Of course, made by Stark Industries, too.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Mother of God," Toji visibly swallowed, watching you and Pietro hide under the bed. This was a hella lot of violence for a bunch of kids.

"She... she was so young... too young," Nanami murmured, crestfallen as he stared into your innocent irises, stretched with alarm and anxiety.

You didn't know what to do first. Pietro spoke to you, and while you responded, your eyes kept looking at the broken TV screen nearby.

"At the end of the episode, they'd wake up and realize it was all a bad dream," you whispered, trying to convince yourself it was just a nightmare. The sorcerers felt their hearts break for you, hearing your denials. Slowly, your hand reached out towards the missile. It may have just been a trick of the light, but the spectators swore that they saw the faintest flicker of red appear before Pietro stopped you and dragged you out.

You were back to your older body, panting and gasping from the memory. Agatha appeared beside you, stating, "Did you stop that bomb? You used a probability hex."

The sorcerers stared at the interaction intently. It was nothing but a vision of the past, but it got the adrenaline and panic pumping in them like it was a real fight.

"What?" you exhaled heavily as if you'd run a marathon. "No! No. I—It... just never went off. It was defective, but... but we didn't know that. We wre trapped..." Agatha gave you a disbelieving look.

"For how long?" she prodded.

You paused. No, it can't be. You couldn't have been the reason why you and Pietro weren't killed... right? "Two days." It sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than her. Did you do something? No, that was impossible. You didn't have powers then... did you?

"So much trauma," Agatha noted haughtily, looking down at where you and Pietro hid. She pointed at the empty space, staring at you knowingly. "And yet, you were safe as kittens the whole time!" Agatha gestured to the broken apartment building. "What I see here, is a baby witch, obsessed with sitcoms, and years of therapy ahead of her!" Agatha huffed lightly, unsatisfied with what she'd seen. "Doesn't explain your recent hijinks. Where'd you get the big guns, Wanda?"

The moment the answer—the thought came to your mind, a metal door appeared in the corner of the obliterated apartment, making you (and your sorcerer viewers) turn to it. You recognized it instantly, terrified, "I don't wanna go back in there."

"I know you don't. But it's good medicine, angel," Agatha crossed her arms. "The only way forward... is back."

The jujutsu sorcerers still hadn't recovered from personally seeing the explosion that took the lives of your parents. They could see now why you and your brother had been so livid with Iron Man in the Age of Ultron.

"Y/N..." Gojo trailed off, cool blue eyes full of pity and sorrow for you. At the same time, Yuuji, now moving beside him, was following you into the new door.

Then they all found themselves inside an underground laboratory. Baron von Strucker and another man were present, typing in some details into the computers. "Ah, Wanda. The rebellious years." Agatha asked you in a hushed whisper, "Quick question. Your reaction to the bombing of your civilian apartment building and the murder of your parents was to join an anti-freedom terrorist organization?" The witch found it hilarious and weird of you. Why didn't you join the U.N. or something else?

"We wanted to change the world," you solemnly answered. And what did that get you? A crazy sentient robot with Stark's attitude, the destruction of your home country, and the sacrifice of your brother. Destroy the Avengers and make a better world? When everyone is dead? Nah. And you ended up joining the Avengers and trying to make sense of your shattered life. How ironic. You stepped forward hesitantly into this memory, fearful.

Agatha hummed, "Don't be scared. You've already lived it once."

And the jujutsu sorcerers saw you again. Older than a child, but younger than you were as they knew you. Your... emo years, so you said before in Shibuya. You were wearing the exact same tattered, stained, prisoner-like sack they saw at the very first scene of your... life film (whatever this was). Eye bags dark and heavy, hair greasy and unwashed, paler than you usually were, and frankly enough, lacking proper nutrition. "Wanda Maximoff, volunteer."

You could hear Strucker and the other Nazi doctor arguing about how no one else had survived contact with this weird, otherworldly item, but as you gazed at the mesmerizing blue crystal on Loki's scepter, you could feel a gentle pull towards it. It was like it was lulling you to come closer, assuring you that you'd be alright. It was hypnotizing.

"That's the Mind Stone, right?" Satoru clarified.

"The yellow one which looked blue? Yeah," Toji answered, cautiously awaiting anything else that may surprise them. That bomb explosion was not a good wake-up call.

All of a sudden, the gem broke off from the scepter on its own, allowing you to see it up close for the very first time. Slowly, you reached your hand out towards it. Closer... closer... and you touched it.

Tap.

The moment your fingers made contact with the Mind Stone, its protective emerald covering burst into a billion pieces, it glorious golden glow nearly blinding you. Its utter power bled into the surroundings, summoning wind out of nowhere that would've blown you away if it had not deliberately kept you rooted where you stood. Mustering up the strength to gaze at its magnificence, your eyes reflected the light of the bright jewel—hidden in it, a mysterious prophecy. It was a floating silhouette of a woman whose arms were outstretched to her side. At that moment, you thought you were hearing whispers. Was the Mind Stone speaking to you? For a millisecond, you even saw how the six Infinity Stones—Space, Time, Reality, Soul, Power, Mind—came to be from the Big Bang. It was like it was trying to tell you a story of its other five siblings; a story of both the past and the future. But you didn't know what. All you knew was that now, you were indisputably bound to this ancient treasure of the universe.

Then you fell to the ground, unconscious. Flabbergasted at what just happened, the Nazi doctors rushed to check your condition. You were alive. Unlike those that came before you, you had survived exposure to an Infinity Stone. You were a miracle.

A legend, but you didn't know that. Yet.

The eight jujutsu sorcerers had just witnessed the grandeur of an Infinity Stone practically imprinting on you. Blessing you. Renewing you. Strengthening you. No wonder the Mind Stone chose you. There was something within you that was hiding its true side, something that the Mind Stone saw and wished to amplify infinitely. Like Agatha, they were starting to see how you came to be such a powerful sorceress. They observed as you watched the Brady Bunch alone in your cell, your new powers beginning to emerge. You moved towards the darkest corner of the room; the artificial light was irritating, especially with your lack of sleep.

Frankly, everything hurt like hell. Your head was pounding, and every inch your skin felt as if it was tingling with nonstop pins and needles. Unadulterated power was surging inside you and you had no idea what to do with it except use it for your vengeance. You knew about the whispers. You could hear everyone's thoughts—what they said about you and your brother. Miracles. Survivors. How they would use you to defeat the Avengers. You could hear everything, so many voices in your head—some real, others... you had no idea where they came from. You didn't want to know. You were both mystified and frightened by what you had become.

"Wanda... Wanda Maximoff..."

"The girl..."

"Miracle. They say she and her brother survived Loki's scepter."

"We'll have to observe her even more to see how she does. What's important is that she's alive. She'll be our trump card against those damned Avengers. Against SHIELD."

"Sir, her powers are growing exponentially every single day. Did you see how she entered that other prisoner's mind and tortured him?"

"She clearly hadn't meant to, but soon enough, she'll learn how to do it intentionally, doctor."

You could barely sleep even more now. Dazed from restlessness and half-insane from the experiments, you stared at a spare iron nail that had fallen from the metal door of your cell.

And for the first time, vermillion tendrils of psionic energy arose from your fingers. They were miniscule—barely even there at the moment, but it made the nail hover just millimeters from the ground. Just barely. It took you almost one hundred percent of concentration to do just that in the early stages of your abilities.

"So little orphan Wanda got up and close with an Infinity Stone which amplified what otherwise would've died on the vine," Agatha concluded, raising a brow at you. "The broken pieces of you are adding up, buttercup. I have a theory, but I need more." She waved her hand, and with a flash of purple, another door opened on the wall. You, Agatha, and the men focused on your story entered it, finding a still-younger you—the you they recognized around that time Tony and Cap were fighting due to the Sokovia Accords and the Lagos Incident—seated on a much comfier bed. The comfiest and softest you've ever had since growing up. It was a stark contrast to the cheap ones HYDRA used in their chilling base. Your new room was filled with trinkets here and there, a guitar in the corner, and most importantly, a wide-screen television set. Malcolm in the Middle was your sitcom choice this time.

"Ah, Wanda. Moving on up," Agatha commented, seeing the new luxury you had received during that time of your life. "Now, where are we?"

"The Avengers Compound. It was the first home Vision and I ever shared," you answered, voice hoarse and sentimental as you chewed on your lip. "Pietro was dead and... and I was in a new country. I was all alone."

"Damn, she hasn't gotten a break since she was a fucking kid," Sukuna spoke as the scene from your memory began, with you and Vision talking with a sitcom playing in the background. It was... quite awkward back then with the two of you. After everything he's seen about you, hell, even the King of Curses thought your life was shitty. How pathetic.

The other men glared at the mouth on Yuuji's cheek (making the pink-haired boy slightly cower from the unwanted attention).

"Wanda, I don't presume to know what you're feeling," Vision began. "But I want to know... should you wish to tell me or should it bring comfort to you—"

You cut him off that instant with a cold tone, "What... makes you think talking about it would bring me comfort?"

"Oh, see, I read that—" You interrupted him again, almost rudely.

"The only thing that would bring me comfort is seeing him again." That made Vision silent. The jujutsu sorcerers didn't say anything, too. Anyone could tell you were very touchy at that moment. Instantly feeling guilty with what you just did and how mean you sounded, you looked down on your hands, fiddling with them as your shoulders sagged with exhaustion.

"Sorry," you whispered to your android companion. Shaking your head, you let out a short, humorless laugh. "I'm... I'm so tired." You pursed your lips tight, trying to hold in the heavy, overwhelming feeling building up in your soul.

"Mom..." Yuuji's lips wobbled as a tear slipped down your cheek. You quickly swiped it away with your hand as you looked up at the plain ceiling. Your adopted son wanted to give you the biggest hug and wipe away your tears, too. Choso rested his hand lightly on his brother's back as a show of comfprt, yet even he could not deny the weighty gloominess inside this old room of yours. None of them could, and almost all of them could somewhat relate to what you were feeling. In the field of jujutsu sorcery, it was a given that you would lose beloved allies in the process. Gojo momentarily glanced at Geto, remembering that day he initially died after the fight with Rika and Yuuta. Choso, until now, was still in the process of grieving Kechizu and Eso. Nanami thought he'd gotten over Haibara's death, but he couldn't deny there was a part of him that would never be able to. And Toji—the Sorcerer Killer looked over his shoulder to look at Megumi. His son looked too much like his mother, the first woman to ever love him but was taken away from him too soon. Sukuna was quiet, but he watched Yuuji's thoughts fill with reminders of his dead grandfather.

You continued talking, that dam of emotions cracking to show your vulnerability. How much you were fed up of this life. Everything from your family's death had built up to this moment. Honestly, you wanted to let go so bad. You wanted this neverending pain inside you to be gone forever. Still, Vision intently listened to your words as you finally opened up to him. "It's like this wave washing over me again and again." You were trying. You really were trying to express whatever it was you were feeling. Such emotion was difficult to accurately put into words. It was nearly indescribable. "It... It knocks me down and... when I try to stand up, it just comes for me again."

The others watched as Vision didn't reply, only searching your face and your avoiding, teary eyes for answers. You let out another sad laugh, reflecting on your situation. It's always been the same. "And... I can't... it's just gonna drown me."

The synthezoid shook his head, disagreeing with that last statement, "No. No, it won't."

"How do you know?" you asked, finally looking him in the eye.

"Well, because it can't all be sorrow, can it?" Vision replied kindly. Sometimes, your heart melted with this robot of a man with a heart of gold—bigger than any other human you've known. Where did all that optimism and logical rationality with humanity originate from? "I've always been alone, so I've never felt the lack. It's all I've ever known. I've never experienced loss because... I've never had a loved one to lose," he mused.

You thought about his words carefully, about to look away from him when he spoke again. He spoke those life-changing words that changed your perspective of him and yourself forever.

"But... what is grief, if not love persevering?" Vision offered. It was Choso who recognized that quote from you. He remembered that you told it to him the day he first saw you. You were still an old lady that time you bound him with your magic, trying to convince him to leave Kenjaku and his minions, but your voice was clear as day. Your eyes, on the other hand, were misty and clouded with memories of the same scene he was seeing at the moment.

The other sorcerers came to a realization the moment your past self did, too. Suddenly, Vision lightly laughed at a scene from the sitcom that had been forgotten on the TV. For once, you chuckled with him, and your eyes met with his. Somehow, there was something budding, something new—something unspoken between the two of you.

Your past self and Vision suddenly disappeared as Agatha spoke again. Unintentionally, you pulled your red jacket closer around yourself, fingers reaching out to where Vision used to sit with you in that familiar bedroom. She summarized it shortly, "So to recap: parents dead, brother dead, Vision dead."

"Damn her for breaking the moment," Gojo cussed quietly, using his blindfold to wipe his teary eyes. It would've been funny to the others had it not been for you close to breaking down beside Agatha. You took a deep breath, trying not to hyperventilate as you let your tears soak through the sleeve of your top.

"What happened when he wasn't there to pull you back from the darkness, Wanda?" Agatha insisted, wishing to know the answer. You swivelled back on your heels, turning to her with a desperate expression.

"I can't do this anymore—"

"Come on, Wanda! You're on the precipice! You are right there!" the witch raised her voice, hands moving closer to your shoulder as she stood behind you. "Tell me how you did it!"

The jujutsu sorcerers could only watch, unable to do a single thing to comfort you, as you struggled—grappled with the grief of those agonizing, suppressed memories returning to the surface of your mind.

Agatha continued to push you for answers, "Vision was gone... but you wanted him back."

"... I wanted him back." And that was it. Your eyes widened. The answer appeared in your thoughts and at the same moment, a glass door appeared on your right. On the other side were workers, agents, all busy with the global news of the phenomenon called the Blip; the reversal of the Snap during Endgame.

The jujutsu sorcerers found themselves with you and Agatha, watching your past self walk to the receptionist of the SWORD Headquarters.

"Mmm, some fancy, high-tech stuff they've got in their world," Toji remarked, impressed and finally relieved that some of the negativity was gone in this scene.

"Jujutsu Headquarters have a long way to go," Satoru sniffled, still feeling snot in his nose from that earlier, tear-jerking scene with you and the love of your life.

"This must be after Stark's funeral," Megumi, Geto, and Nanami said simultaneously, eyes trained on the huge screens above them, all showing families being reunited at the efforts of the Avengers after five years. It was ironic given what you were dealing with right now.

The receptionist refused to buzz you in spite of your pleading, "I know you have him—just, please." You avoided eye contact, hands fidgeting in an attempt to hold your tears back. "When I came back, he was gone. His... body. And I know he's here." You didn't want to cry and break down in front of these agents who didn't know a single thing. About Vision's sacrifice. How he tried to save the world—no, the universe, too. It wasn't just Iron Man who saved everyone. Hell, your only female best friend and sister-figure Black Widow had jumped off that cliff in Vormir, too. You saw everything when you read Clint's mind, his memories and guilt with the Soul Stone weighing on his shoulders. You saw what his eyes saw on that godforsaken planet. You saw Natasha limp on the ground when she leapt from that height and let go of Clint's hand, her crimson locks matching the liquid that bled from her broken skull. You saw the life leave her eyes the same way Vision's color dulled when Thanos ripped the Mind Stone from his head.

You had nightmares about them ever since. Your face steeled as you finally swallowed down the feelings inside you, "He deserves a funeral, at least. I deserve it."

"Hell yeah you do," Geto muttered as they finally let you in. They followed you as you passed the white corridors of the base, leading you to Hayward's office. "I don't think they ever even let her get over her brother's death."

You slammed the door to his office open, uncaring of anything else but the goal on your mind: recover Vision's body and bury him. It was the only way you could get some semblance of a peace of mind.

"Well, I'm his next of kin," you told Hayward when he clarified your wishes. Your features cold and neutral. You didn't have time for this man.

"I want to show you something," he responded, avoiding the topic.

"And then you'll give him to me?" you asked immediately. Hayward paused, not answering the question. That made your male sorcerer friends give him different levels of annoyed looks. From the moment they started WandaVision, they didn't like the vibes this so-called director had.

"Damn it. Just give her the body!" Toji almost snarled from beside Megumi, who was equally as pissed off for you, but more restrained with his fury. If he were actually in this room, he would've punched Hayward already. Yuuji, Choso, and Nanami (plus Sukuna in his domain) were silently glowering at the man.

"This bastard—" Geto found himself cracking his knuckles instinctively. From beside him, Gojo scowled, fingers already positioned for the Infinite Void. Unfortunately, none of that worked.

Hayward led you to a glass pane overlooking what seemed to be a bunch of workers dismantling some high-tech metal parts you couldn't see clearly. You (and the men with you) didn't get what the purpose of this was. "What... is this? Why are you showing this to me?"

"Because you asked to see it," Hayward pointed out obviously, acting as if he didn't know what he was doing. It was Nanami who peered over the glass closer. His breath hitched when be realized what exactly those metal parts were.

"That's..." the blonde realized, trailing off. As your eyes trained onto the scraps the workers were slicing up and disposing of, you put the pieces together. You barely recognized it—with how dull, lifeless, and fragmented it was. It was Vision. It was your Vision, head, limbs, and torso all separated from each other. It seemed to dawn unto the others, too.

"Holy crap," Gojo and Itadori swallowed, stunned. Megumi had a hand over his mouth. Toji looked away, not wanting to see you cry for the nth time throughout this whole ordeal. On your right, Choso had his eyes closed, nearly feeling your agony. On your left, Nanami stood with a deep frown on his face, pained to see you in so much pain. Knowing you as that bubbly, selfless old woman and then as a beautiful, strong witch (who he may have caught feelings for already) and now seeing you so shattered... it broke his heart. Geto placed his hand on your shoulder, only for it to pass through like a phantom. Sukuna, on the other hand, was watching Hayward's reactions carefully with narrowed eyes. It was like he wanted to see how you would deal with seeing your lover's corpse.

"Tch," he sneered, making the others look at him in question. "This insignifant sow is intentionally making her suffer. See?"

With hot tears welling up your eyes at how the love of your life was being handled, your fingers trembled as they reached out for his body, only to find it stopped by the clear barrier in-between. "Stop..." you whispered, your calm facade disintegrating fast. "Stop... stop it!" You swiftly pivoted to stare holes at Hayward. "What are you doing to him!? Vision's not a weapon, you can't do this!"

"In fact, it is our legal and ethical obligation," Hayward stated as-a-matter-of-factly.

"I just want to bury him, that's all I want!" you argued, face full of disgust for their actions.

"Are you sure?"

Now you were very offended. Very, very offended. "Excuse me?" you countered. The sorcerers watching were as offended as you, too.

"The nerve of this son of a bitch," Geto scowled. With him was an equally angry Nanami and Gojo. The veins on Toji's neck already looked like they were about to burst (so did Yuuji's and Megumi's) and Choso was close to using his Blood Manipulation even if it was useless in whatever place this was.

"Not everyone has the power to bring their soulmate back online," Hayward corrected himself. Purposefully, the sorcerers noticed. He was getting on their nerves. "Forgive me. Back to life."

You were bewildered at his answer, "No... I can't... do that." You shook your head fervently. "That's... that's not why I'm here." Your answer had suprised you shaman and curse friends. Then why was Vision alive in your Hex—they froze.

"Don't tell me this asshole put that thought in her mind in the first place," Gojo deduced. You never did plan on resurrecting Vision's body in the first place, did you?

"Okay." Hayward nodded solemnly. "But I can't allow you to take three billion dollars worth of vibranium just to put it in the ground." His words felt like daggers piercing deep inside you all at once. Shakily, you turned to face the glass panel, staring down at Vision's body being sawed open. "So, the best I can do is to let you say goodbye to him here."

You couldn't believe this was happening. "He's... he's all I have," you croaked out weakly. Maybe... Maybe if you begged enough, Hayward would let you take at least a small part of him to—

"Well, that's just the thing, Wanda," you heard his voice from behind you. "He isn't yours."

Those words made the eight men watching automatically give him death glares. If looks could kill, Hayward would've been dead and pummeled to the ground a thousandfold. That moment, you snapped, your face contorting with rage as your powers broke the glass wall into microscopic shards. They all flinched as you levitated down to where Vision's corpse was. They thought that this would be the moment you would steal the body, just as Hayward declared to his soldiers in a previous episode. Your focus was so trained on Vision that you couldn't hear Hayward telling his soldiers to stand down nor the alarms blaring at your actions. You hovered your left hand over Vision's head, where the Mind Stone used to be, the same way you always did when you eloped together.

Unlike those times, however, you didn't feel that connection with him anymore. You trembled as a lone tear from your cheek fell on the synthezoid's face. "I can't feel you," you uttered, absolutely heartbroken as you caressed Vision's head with the remaining love you could give. You didn't care if those SWORD soldiers and workers thought you were being ridiculous, weeping over a scrap of metal. To him, Vision wasn't that. Vision was your everything. Now? You had nothing. "I can't feel you," you said for the last time, a sad smile on your lips as you finally found the strength to retract your hand and walk away from him.

The jujutsu sorcerers stood in the background, observing how to scene unfolded. "... Hayward lied," Megumi noted out loud, in pity for you as you left the room. "Y/N-san never stole Vision's body. It was his intention all along to make it look like she was committing a crime against SWORD."

Before they could respond to Megumi, the scene they were in had changed. You were staggering through the parking lot of the base, trying to make sense of what you were dealing with. This time, you were really alone now. Everyone else was out there celebrating and reuniting with their families. You entered your car (a red Buick Verano, yes, red), fastening your seatbelt and letting out a deep, shaky breath. There goes the drain your plans of a quiet funeral for the love of your life. You didn't know where to go now. That was when a piece of paper on the passenger seat caught your eye. It was your property deed with Vision back when everything was still more or less okay. No Thanos. No Avengers. No saving the world and the universe. It was just you and him away from the rest of the world. Just your little bubble of joy.

Setting your mind on a new goal, you drove to New Jersey. To your main destination: Westview. Well, in the first place, it was where you intended to bury his body: in your supposedly would-be home as husband and wife. That was your plan with him in the two years you spent together before Thanos attacked.

As you drove through the streets, you noticed all the little, nearly-insignificant things about the people living in it. You saw an elderly woman sitting alone in a café, a man taping up on the wall a poster on piano lessons, a guy carrying a bunch of boxes... just humans living their ordinary lives.

Finding themselves in the car with you—how they all fit in a small sedan, they had no freaking clue, must have been magic—they realized that all these people in the flashback were those characters in your Hex. You drove past the houses, the clubhouses, and even that swimming pool where the housewives gathered in the 1950s episode. Compared to the episode, though, this one in the flashback seemed less maintained. Imperfect.

Your past self turned a couple streets and some corners as you followed the once-familiar address on the paper. Pulling up to a plot of land at the heart of Westview, you grabbed the envelope and exited the vehicle, dragging your feet across the pavement until it finally touched the soil. The grass was long dead and the construction work had clearly been abruptly stopped due to the events of the Infinity War. The jujutsu sorcerers watched with sorrow as you slowly entered what would've been the doorway to the entrance of your shared home with the synthezoid.

Yuuji, being curious, read out loud the message inside the big red heart on the property deed you were holding, "To grow old in. V." His heart broke again for you. "Momma..." He gazed at your glassy eyes as you tried holding back your tears. The other men followed, frowning as you exhaled slowly—it was as if your mental and emotional pain had bled into your physical well-being. You sniffled as you gazed the property deed once more.

It was never going to happen, was it? That life you wanted.

You stepped forward until you were at the center of your would-have-been-living-room, looking around the dead space. You hated how unfinished it was—how empty and abandoned it was. Why? You were feeling the exact same way. Millions of unpleasant thoughts were running through your head.

Why you? Always you?

Why was the universe so cruel to you? Why did it take away everything you loved? Your life was a cruel joke at this point. Someone up there must enjoy your suffering too much. First it was your parents, then Pietro, then Natasha... and now, Vision? It was unfair. Everyone else got to be with their loved ones, but you couldn't.

All you wanted was to love and to be loved. To have a peaceful life with the people you cherished the most. To see them smile and to smile with them, too.

But no. No. Your life had been nothing but wretched except for those fleeting two years you had eloping with Vision. You'd never been happier. Yet even now, being told he wasn't yours... that you couldn't bury him... that he was just scraps of expensive metal... it numbed you. The incomplete foundations of this house only reminded you that you, too, were incomplete now that your soulmate had perished.

Endless nothingness. A void of emptiness. A hollowness in your veins brought about by neverending torment. How could you ever even begin to describe this feeling? You were drowning. Drowning in your despair and it was pushing you down to its deepest, darkest, blackest depths. And now, you were suffocating. It was like all the oxygen had been stolen from your lungs. Your ears were ringing with a white noise; all you could think about was feeling.

Feeling. Grieving.

Clutching the envelope to your chest, hiccups escaped your wobbling lips as you finally let that dam burst. Your sight became nothing but a blur of hot tears trailing down your face. It hurt. It hurt so bad. So, so bad.

Why? Why did all of this have to happen to you? Why you? Why?

"Y/N..." they whispered. Each one of them was right by you, standing—more than ready to hold you in their arms and never let go. Oh how they wanted to embrace you. To tell you that you weren't alone in your grief. To tell you they were there for you. But they couldn't, for this had already happened and couldn't be reversed. That didn't make it any less distressing to watch.

Seeing you weep your soul out, like the weight of the world that you'd be carrying for so long was finally smothering you, Gojo spoke sadly, "Maybe—Maybe it is true."

The others turned to him. For once, Gojo didn't have his blindfold on, his shimmering aqua eyes dimming in his gloom at your dismal state of being. "What is?" Geto inquired to his best friend curiously.

"That..." Satoru pursed his lips together, head gesturing to you. "... Love is the most twisted curse of them all."

Whimpering quietly, you unconsciously pressed the property deed to where your aching heart was, as if trying to nurse it. Reach it. Comfort it. Fix it, somehow. But you couldn't. You fell to your knees—losing the strength to keep standing, sobbing and hunching over onto yourself, all those emotions reaching their tipping point as your entire life flashed back to you.

You felt utterly paralyzed by your grief. And there was no one left to help you up this time.

At his words, their gazes—full of sympathy and sorrow for you—shifted back to your shaking, fallen form, clutching the last thing left of the people you loved. Seeing your life and your memories, they couldn't help but agree with the strongest sorcerer.

Love truly was the most twisted curse of them all, wasn't it?

You inhaled sharply, eyes pricking nonstop with salty liquid born from the neverending bitterness that seemed to cling onto you.

You were alone again.

No more.

They were all dead.

Please stop it.

Father dead.

Please.

Mother dead.

Stop it.

Brother dead.

Stop.

Best friend dead.

It was too much.

Lover dead.

Too much.

"..."

With a single, earsplitting, anguished scream, everything around you became engulfed in red.

The eight wide-eyed, stunned jujutsu sorcerers huddled together as their surroundings exploded into fiery, sanguine magic mixed with black streaks—all of it originating from where your heart was supposed to be. Your hands glowed with your power, too, but this was a level they had never seen before with you. Despite this not being cursed energy at all, they could feel the sheer power—the pure potency of your magic.

You were warping the entirety of reality right before their very eyes.

"Holy shit," Gojo and Geto swore simultaneously, instinctively moving away from you as another wave of energy emanated from that glow in your chest.

"What the fuck," Toji rasped out, watching as glitch-like, foggy energy built a house out of scratch around them, down to the smallest detail. You didn't stop there. From your body radiated another, much bigger wave that extended into the rest of the town. Choso and Nanami were able to get a glimpse of the outside before the house was fully formed.

It was black and white.

Then a golden light began to bleed from your heart, forming... shaping something. Someone.

"Oh my God," Yuuji covered his mouth at the sight. "M-Mom—"

Your back was bent at a terrifying angle as your powers created what you wanted the most. Who you wanted the most. Slowly, but surely, Vision was formed—from his wires and molecular composition up to the soft clothing he wore. With one final pained yell, you straightened yourself up to a standing position, both the red and the yellow emitting from you fading away.

There in front of you—in front of all those jujutsu sorcerers—stood the Vision. The love of your life. Your soulmate. Even you seemed shocked with what—with who you had just made out of sheer willpower. Reluctantly, you approached him, even if everything, including him, was colorless.

"Y/N..." You were the only thing in color in this strange place you created. But when they blinked, they found you dressed modestly like a 1950s housewife again—lips painted, hair curled and permed, adorned with short heels and pearl jewelry. You elegantly smiled at Vision, just like a vintage actress on film. You were silent, losing yourself in this act. In this illusion you had made.

"Wanda. Welcome home," he greeted warmly. "Should we stay in tonight?" You nodded happily, sitting beside him on the sofa and sharing a kiss before you watched TV.

Home. You were finally home.

Then your 1950s self and Vision vanished, revealing you in your 2010s red jacket and sweaters, staring at where you and Vision used to be on the couch in black and white. You then looked around you, seeing all the lights and cameras. It was like you were on a set in a studio, complete with cameras, props, and everything. There were even audience seats! Suddenly, someone clapped from there. It was Agatha.

"Bravo!" she applauded jeeringly before snapping her fingers and disappearing from your view.

The jujutsu sorcerers who'd just seen everything did not know how to react to your dug up, repressed memories of creating the Hex. Your invisible and very discreet mini-Hex around Charmed Coffee & Confectioneries was nothing compared to Westview. Absolutely nothing. Now they understood WandaVision and how it all came to be.

Now, they understood you better.

"I—I think I need to sit down," Nanami had stuttered, running a hand through his hair and removing his goggles to pinch the bridge of his nose. Gojo already felt his knees buckle below him as he sank to the floor, blindfold gripped tight in his right hand. Geto flopped down beside him, rubbing his slack-jawed face. Toji and Megumi were leaning on the walls, trying to process everything silently. Choso and Yuuji, though, stayed frozen in their original standing position, staring at your past self stare into space, lost in your thoughts and realizations. Now it was all clear to you; what you'd done.

It was a lot to take in. Not just your powers, but also all that emotional damage and trauma they witnessed that you had experienced. Before they could think about it, however, they were pulled from their thoughts by cries of help nearby.

"Help! Someone! Mom! Please help!"

Recognizing the voices, you broke from your stunned silence, instantly alarmed and looking around for the source of the crying. At the same time, the invisible spectators were brought to their feet as you slammed the door open, frantically sprinting to Billy and Tommy, taken hostage by that other witch. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw that they were being suffocated by some kind of magical strings, with Agatha showing her real form—hovering in the air behind your boys.

The jujutsu sorcerers stopped right behind you, also stupefied by Agatha flying and revealing her true colors. Just like that scene of the Sokovia explosion, this got their blood boiling and the adrenaline running even though they weren't even part of the fight. They couldn't help but be immersed and even prepare to fight with you, too.

"Hmm... looks like this Agatha woman's a good match for her," Sukuna huffed. Yuuji slapped the mouth on his face.

"Sukuna, shut up!" he whisper-yelled. "This is not the time."

"I know what you are," Agatha declared, tightening her hold on the twins. They sputtered, heads nearly whiplashing from the force she applied.

"Mom!" Billy and Tommy wailed.

Automatically, your powers materialized on your hands. There was one detail the jujutsu sorcerers noticed, though. Instead of being only bright red and white like all the previous times, this time, your abilities were tinged with the same black misty streaks they saw when you made Vision and the Hex. This was more akin to how your powers looked when you were against Kenjaku. Toji and Geto also saw this when you transferred their souls into mannequins. It was what they usually saw when they saw you use your magic.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay," you assured them, breathing heavily and trying to hide your panic from your sons. Agatha spoke again, making your focus turn to her.

"You have no idea how dangerous you are," she announced, jealousy tinting her tone. You glared warily at her, ready to kill if she did anything more to your babies. "You're supposed to be a myth! A being capable of spontaneous creation!"

"A myth?" Sukuna hummed, interested at the new piece of information he was receiving. The others didn't voice it out, but they were curious, too, as to why Agatha said that.

"And here you are, using it to make breakfast for dinner!" Agatha spitefully spat.

"Let go of my children!" you threatened, aiming at her. She didn't seem fazed.

"Oh, yes. Your children," Agatha scoffed, tired of your charades. "Vision. This whole little life you've made." The witch's eyes bore holes into you as she revealed a fact you never knew about yourself. "This is Chaos Magic, Wanda. And that makes you—"

You swallowed in horror. What was she saying? Magic?

"—The Scarlet Witch."

That instant, the jujutsu sorcerers turned to see your reaction. Like them, you seemed completely unacquainted (and utterly terrified) about the term, but that didn't make it sound any less foreboding. It had an ominous aura to it, that title.

"The Scarlet Witch..." they all trailed off simultaneously, eyes on you as you conditioned yourself to fight something you've never fought before. Someone who could easily kill you and your family. But you had to. You had no other choice.

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Meanwhile, back in the real world, you were cheerfully on your way to the cashier, pushing a cart full of groceries and baking ingredients. The line was a bit long, with a lot of citizens panic buying in preparation for the upcoming snowstorm. In front of you was a tired-looking man in a dark suit, his black hair somewhat messed and a heavy, invisible weight on his shoulders. There weren't any cursed spirits around him, but it seemed like there was a gloomy cloud looming over him. You briefly wondered reading his thoughts to find out what made this man seemed so bothered, but decided against it. Looking at him really did remind you of a certain blonde, ex-salaryman friend you had.

You hadn't noticed you were staring intently until said man cleared his throat, surprised that a pretty woman like you was peering so attentively at him. "Excuse me. Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"

You flinched in surprise, cheeks warming in embarrassment at being caught. Sweatdropping, you apologized, "A-Ah—sorry! It just looked like..."

The man blinked at you, his head tilting curiously. "Like?"

"Like," pausing, you tried to look for the right word. "You were having a really... um, bad day. Yeah. God, that's not a good reason." Shaking your head, you bowed to him. "My apologies, Mister, I should've minded my business and—"

"No, it's okay, Miss." Your head snapped up to look at him, your eyebrows high up on your forehead in surprise as he kept speaking, sounding as exhausted as looked. "You're right... I was, uh, zoning out. Today's been a rough day, not to mention with the coming snowstorm." As if on cue, the heavy snow and winds outside started becoming far stronger, the air booming and becoming a blizzard. The man in front of you moved his head down to your shopping cart. He blinked. Noticing that he was particularly concentrated on the items, you shook your head at him, not wanting him to get the wrong idea even more after your staring.

"Oh, no! Don't worry, I'm not hoarding the baking supplies due to the snowstorm," you told him with a smile. "I had to restock on my supplies since I run a café right outside Tokyo."

"You do?" he asked, starting to check-out his items (which were just cup noodles, cans of beer, and some frozen meat and fish). At least you were next in line now after him.

"Yeah!" you chirped. Digging into your bag, you handed him your business card for Charmed Coffee & Confectioneries. Impressed with its design and how professional-looking it was, the man was starting to think that you were a high-class pastry chef or something. "I'm Y/N L/N. A pleasure to meet you, Mister...?"

"Higuruma Hiromi," he answered with the tiniest smile, also handing you his business card. Oh, so he was a lawyer. Well, damn. You ended up making small talk with the man, unintentionally trying to cheer him up while you guys were paying for your items. Heck, with how tired he was, he still offered to carry your four bags of purchases to the exit. What a gentleman.

Thanking him for help, you stepped outside the exit with your bags, only to be slapped in the face by the blizzard outside. What had previously been just heavy snowfall was now that snowstorm that was supposed to come tomorrow. God, you might need to teleport back home. "Sheesh, this weather's horrible," you muttered.

Higuruma waved slightly at you until the thick exit door closed completely, his single bag of groceries hanging on his arm (he didn't notice that on the other side, you were already gone). He was about to prepare to go into the freezing cold outside when something on the floor caught his eye.

He knelt on the floor, picking it up and inquisitively holding it eye level. Hiromi blinked, "... Huh. She dropped her keys."

When you teleported home, what you saw was not what you expected. Everything was a mess, electricity out and the snow entering the open windows, and none of the boys were anywhere to be seen.

That was when you noticed the glitchy television screen left on.

(to be continued.)

Author's Note: First of all, I want to sincerely apologize for making you all wait soooo long! I spent nearly one month just being an empty head during the holidays because honestly, school has drained me that much with the near-daily exams. There was a big typhoon in my country, too, sadly. But after that time, I got to catch up again with the manga and also renew my liking to our new fav, Higuruma Hiromi! Cheers! He and Naoya are 100% gonna be in a future chapter, lol (more competition?). Anyways, I hope you liked this loooooong angst-filled chapter (it was a challenge to write Ep. 8 of WandaVision). Mwah! ❤🥺

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