wanda.

“Did I?” Wanda glanced down, red righting the item. “It looks fine to me.” She remembered her Tommy then, the boy who had been consumed by the multiverse. Wanda wanted to fix everything for the twins but she hadn’t even been able to keep them alive.

“I suppose I picked the wrong time to be murdered. I’m glad reality didn’t crumble in my absence.”

“It would have been more ‘awesome’ had I not been murdered in the first place.” Wanda pointed out. “But thank you, Scott. Self-resurrection is difficult.” 

“Can magic and science not mix, then?” The question was asked by the Witch who stood plainly before Monica.

“Is that how you feel?” Wanda spoke up from behind him, an amused smile playing out on her face. “I appreciate your help, but there are some people that I need to see. Right now is an especially dangerous time, Pietro. I’ve become unfortunately popular.”

“Basic magic. Just a spell to put things back together.” Waving her hand, Wanda brought the two broken pieces back together. “No reality warping here.”

“My sister did not throw said doorknob, did she?”

Folding her hands in front of her, Wanda briefly bowed her head. “I appreciate the offer, Ororo, but I have a routine before I meditate.” 

“I feel as if Natasha is answer enough to that.” Wanda paused. “I haven’t seen you since we last spoke.” Since she had broken the news. “How are you, Steve?”

“I was recently resurrected by my alternate self. Things are, as you said, quite weird.” 

“We’re doing the best that we can at the moment,” Wanda spoke for herself and Strange. “But it won’t go away on its own.”

“That makes you one of the few.” Which was unfortunate, really. “We have to mark down how many are unchanged just like those who are.”

Her heart twisted in her chest. Wanda remembered the ring appearing on her finger and Vision’s arm around her shoulder. She missed him. She missed being married. She missed -- “Congratulations.” Somehow, her eyes remained dry. “Marriage is a very special thing.”

Wanda glanced over to the man, nodding once. Her smile was placid. “Just a little theory. We have to study every now and then.” That seemed like a safe response. “I’m Wanda.”

wanda loved pietro fiercely. she’d give her life for him. that being said, daisy had a point. “pietro is an acquired taste,” wanda compromised. 

“i think that my time in the press has come and gone already.”