#mama!wanda

[Earth 717 - Kamar Taj’]

America was lying on a bed while Strange was examining her brain under the eyes of almost everyone. On a balcony, Natasha was there, looking at the horizon, when she heard some footsteps behind her.

“Do you think she’s having trouble right now?” Pietro stood beside her, looking at the view.

The retired assassin looked at him for a brief moment before looking away. “Knowing her, I would not be surprised, but I hope she found some people that would help her and would help her.” They stayed like that a few seconds before your mom talked again. “So, what’s the problem with America?”

“Strange thinks she’s having a bad time with her power, but Wanda is not convinced about that.”

“Why?”

“Just a feeling. She thinks that it must be because of that strange machine, and honestly I think so too, but I’m sure there is something else.” That intrigued the Russian, who looked at him with pure confusion. “I don't know; it’s just that countless things that involved Khrono are more complex than they seem.”

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Next to the room where America was resting, Morgan was staring at the wall in front of her, entirely ignoring everything happening around her. She could hear faint voices but didn’t want to make the effort of actually listening until someone touched her shoulder, finally getting her attention.

She looked behind her to find Yelena and Kate talking at her about something but wasn’t focused enough to clearly distinguish what they were saying.

“...we think that maybe it could reach her even if she would not be able to respond.” The archer said with a very enthusiastic expression.

“‘Scuse me, I didn’t hear you.” The young Stark replied, a little confused.

“Kate proposed to send a message to Y/n through her widow bites. If she could send us a signal, maybe we can do it too, and even if she can’t respond, at least she would know that we’re doing anything to get her back so she doesn’t need to worry too much.” Yelena explained this time.

Morgan looked at them for a long moment before storming out of the room. She immediately barged into the next room, scaring Wanda and Strange in the process.

“We can talk to Y/n,” she announced before leaving, searching for Natasha and her dad.

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[Earth 616 - New York Sanctum]

Strange was meditating when someone entered the Sanctum completely panicked. 

“Doctor, it’s America; you need to help her.” Peter was carrying the poor girl in the manor.

The sorcerer immediately brought her into a spare room where he summoned all sorts of circles of light to know what was wrong with the girl. He examined everything with Peter by his side, looking at him and praying that his friend would be alright.

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[Earth 717 - Avenger Tower]

Everyone was gathered in the training room, where Morgan disposed of an old model of one of her dad’s armors in front of them.

“I modify him to actually send a message specifically to Y/n based on the signal we received earlier. We don’t know where she is and if she’s okay. We will record something for her in the hope that she finds a way to reply. If she does, we will be able to find her.”

It was a crazy idea, but it wasn’t like they had another one, so they had to try.

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[Earth 616 - Avenger Tower]

“Now come on, tell me, who are you, Scarlet?”

You looked at your mom from the past, something was odd. She had a different aura, like something you saw when you had to fight against Agatha Harkness.

“Oh, you don’t want to talk, huh? Too bad I don’t have all the time with you.” She opened the door and entered the room. She walked until she was facing you.

You tried to open your mouth, but something felt uncanny. It was your mom; you were sure about that, but somehow the magic inside you was yelling at you to run. The Scarlet Witch raised her arm until her hand reached your face.

Something in you was waiting for a sort of motherly comfort at the tip of her finger, but their coldness froze you once they reached your forehead.

“Shh, let me look at you.”

She was invading your mind. Correction: she tried to invade her mind, but something blocked her.

There she was in the middle of a storm of pure chaos magic. Wanda looked around, but there was nothing to see except the red color from your inert magic.

In the middle of the storm, a silhouette was looking back at her; she could feel a real presence from this shadow, which intrigued her even more. The ginger woman struggled to put one foot in front of the other, but she didn’t give up until she reached the silhouette.

Wanda could feel the magic emanating from it. Her instinct told her to capture it. To absorb it. She tried to, but then she started to hear it. A voice.

“Back off! Get out! Leave my daughter alone!” The Sokovian didn’t have an opportunity to process it until she was projected into the wall behind her.

Hearing the noises, the Avenger came to the room, where they found both of you fainted on the ground. Natasha rushed to you while Steve was checking on Wanda.

“Hey, Scarlet, do you hear me? What happened?” The Russian asked, but you couldn’t answer. “Bruce, do something, please.” Everyone started to panic while hearing Natasha’s shaking voice.

While Bruce was checking on you, they evacuated Wanda to the nursery, where she could receive the care she needed.

In the meeting room an hour later, everyone was watching the footage of what happened, but nobody really understood what they saw.

“It seemed like Wanda tried to use her power on our little guest, but her own fought back.” Steve said, looking at anyone for any clue, but no one knew.

Dr. Cho and Maria exchanged a confused look before looking at Fury. He seemed unmoved, but it was clear that something was bothering him. The one-eyed man looked at the screen and thought about the discovery earlier; something was not right.

Bucky wanted to say something but got interrupted by Friday.

“Avengers, Ms. Maximoff just woke up.” The AI informed them.

“Tell her to join us here.” Fury commanded.

A few minutes later, Wanda was facing her ex-teammates, but none of them dared to say anything.

“Agent Maximoff, it looks like you have a lot of things to tell us about what happened in this room.”

“I don’t know what happened.” Wanda confessed, which didn’t really help them. “I tried to help you; I tried to search for some information in her mind, but something or someone was blocking me from the access. It looked like a silhouette of a woman. I don’t know who she was, but she told me that Scarlet was her daughter.”

Fury looked at Maria and Dr. Cho, who were clearly just waiting for his approval to tell everyone about their discovery, but he didn’t.

“Okay, I see. I’ll let you rest. For now we will focus on the old method of interrogation.”

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Two hours later, in your room, you were still unconscious, deep into a strange dream.

You were lost in the dark when you heard someone run really fast beside you. You looked around and just had enough time to see your favorite speedster until the background changed. Noises from a battle could be heard in the background, but you couldn't find where you were until a robot too familiar was about to shoot you before the bullets were stopped.

You looked in the direction of your assaulters to find Pietro between you and a clone of Ultron. He was totally pierced through the body by the bullets. Your uncle looked in your direction and smirked. 

"You didn't see that coming." He said before falling on the ground. You tried to reach him, but you were stopped by a loud scream. You knew this voice; it was your mom, but her voice seemed more painful than usual, and before you could be hit by a huge wave of chaos magic, someone dragged you far away. While this person ran with you, in the end of one of their hands you saw some flash of moments that seemed to be memories but not yours.

And then finally the stranger let you on a road in front of a sign where something was written. You couldn't read the totality of what was written, but from the road where you were, you could guess it was something like 'welcome to'. Despite that, one word was still perfectly clear: Westview. You wanted to enter the city, but a flash of light surprised you, and you woke up.

You looked around to find yourself in the same room for a while now. This was just a dream, but it seemed so real. You still had the feeling that you lost him just in front of you. And when you knew it shouldn't be the best thing to do, you tried something.

"Friday? Can you tell me where is Pietro Maximoff?" You asked loudly to be heard by the AI.

"Pietro Maximoff, twin brother of Wanda Maximoff, died in Sokovia during the attack of Ultron, Miss." The AI replied. You didn't thank her; you couldn't find the word. It's impossible.

He was supposed to teach you how to ride a bike for your fourth birthday, and he was supposed to be your confidant, the person you trusted the most. He should be the one who always helped to make up with your moms after your arguments. He couldn't be dead, right?

"Miss, are you alright?" Friday asked after your silence.

"Can you call Wanda?" You asked her, surprised by your own calm attitude.

"Of course," she replied, and you thanked her. In the common room, the Avengers were talking about something that Wanda didn't even pretend to be interested in until the AI spoke. "Ms. Maximoff? Miss Scarlet wants to see you." She announced, and everyone looked confused.

The witch didn't wait; she could finally escape this boring, unofficial meeting. She walked fast to where you were; she stopped in front of you and took a deep breath. It was the second time she was here today, but this time something felt different.

"What is Westview?" You asked, and she lost her composure.

"Where did you find this?" She asked, visibly confused by your question.

"That's not the point right now. Just answer, please. What is it?" You repeated.

"It's a little town."

"And what does this little town have that's so special?"

"What do you mean?"

"I had a dream about something related to…you, and this name came out of nowhere."

The Sokovian took a pause to process what you said. "What type of dream?" 

"That's not the question m-Wanda." 

"You said you dream about something related to me, so I think I have all the right to know what type of dream brings you there."

"Not what type of dream, but who brings me there. Someone brought me there, and when I tried to enter the city, something woke me up." You explained, and now she was curious. "But that's not the only thing that caught my attention. Before I woke up, I heard the voice of Vision and two little boys." You added. 

The older woman paled at your confession. "How is it possible?" She asked, visibly to herself, but unfortunately for her, you heard it.

"What do you mean? Wanda, what did you do to them?" You asked, now worried.

"It shouldn't happen like that." She said, and you were pretty sure she was about to cry. "They should be gone now. You were not supposed to hear them." 

"Wanda, who are the boys?" You tried to ask calmly.

"They are my sons." She replied before she started to cry. At these words, your world seemed to fall apart. That's not possible, right? She should be joking. You never had big brothers. If you did, your moms would tell you, right? 

"What happened to them?" You managed to spill out from your dried throat.

The witch sobbed, and she wanted to reply, but Strange came from nowhere like always. "She created them." He informed you, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

"No! They are real." Wanda argued.

"Why?" You said loudly to no one in particular.

"Maybe because I needed a family. They are my boys." She replied, but you were shocked after hearing her explanation.

"No! You had Pietro." You said more loudly than you planned, but the thought of your own mom, who seemed more attached to those imaginary boys than you, was enough to make you angry. 

"You don't know what you say!" She argued.

"Of course I know! You always said that the family is more important than anything, but you let your own brother die!" At the echoes of the screams, the Avengers decide to make their way to where you were. "You're an Avenger; your job is to protect the people who need help!"

"You think it's easy to wake up every morning to know that you're alone here because your own twin died not so far from you!?" 

At this moment anyone who could hear your argument could tell you were both angry and sad, but they didn't know why you seemed so sad to lose the young speedster.

"You should have tried." 

"Because you think I didn't."

"You should have tried harder!" Even if you looked intimidating when you raised your voice, the little trace of sadness broke the heart of Clint. "L-ai lăsat să moară. Mi-ai luat vărul de lângă mine! Vă urăsc! [You let him die. You took my cousin away from me! I hate you!]"

The Avengers finally reached where the three of you were, and from the expression of Wanda, even if they didn't speak Sokovian, they could guess you said something really hurtful. Natasha escorted the witch somewhere else and a lot of them. 

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As bedtime approached, Wanda stood in the kitchen, tidying up the last few dishes. You had settled on the floor next to the coffee table in the living room, crayon in hand and a coloring book open before you. After dinner, you had pleaded with Mama to let you color for a little while before your bath and bedtime, and she had agreed! She entered the living room, leaning against the door frame, smiling at you. You look absolutely adorable.

"Hey baby… it's about time we get you ready for your bath," she called out gently, usually you'd ask for more playtime because you often have so much fun. But tonight — much to Wanda's pleasure, you easily put away your crayons and the coloring book. "‘m on my way, Mama!" you say. Standing and making your way over to her.

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Bathtime was fun, as always. Wanda lets you play with your rubber duckies and boats! It's even more fun when she plays with you. Giggles and laughter erupted with each splash of bubbly bath water.

After getting dried and changed into your favorite spider-man pajama onesie, Wanda settles you in the twin-sized bed that's in the middle of your playroom. Almost immediately you whined, making grabby hands for your Mama. "Uppy!" you pout.

"Bub, it's bedtime." says your Mama, and that doesn't stop you from your pouting. Tonight you hadn't wanted to sleep alone. "Mm-mm, no sleep!" sitting upright, you try to gently take Wanda's hand in your own.

She didn't quite understand why you were refusing to sleep, it was easy settling you down, tonight felt different though.

"Okay, well… it's still very much bedtime. Tell me what Mama can do to get her baby boy to sleep, hmm?" she attempts to coax you, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to your legs. "Wanna sleep wit Mama." the tone in your voice was gentle, quiet. She couldn't help but smile at your sweetness. "Baby's feeling clingy tonight, huh? C'mon, Mama's bed has more room."

The two of you padded across the hallway, to Wanda's room, the scent of cinnamon hit you seconds after you stepped through the door frame. Your Mama always loved cinnamon scenty things. She helped you crawl onto her comfortable bed, and obviously you sprawled out in the middle of the mattress.

"Ah! My love, where is Mama supposed to lay??" she gasped in mock offense, causing you to giggle happily. "Oh, silly Mama, you lie with me, here's!" your eyes sparkled, rolling onto your side and smiling warmly at the redhead who stood before you.

Wanda softly lied down beside you, smiling at your adorable smile. Oh you were just the cutest! "Sweet boy." she whispers, leaning in and pressing the gentlest of kisses to your cheek. Which causes you to blush lightly. "Mama…" you mumble, a warm smile still painting your lips. She couldn't help but chuckle, pinching your cheek softly. "Hmm?" she hummed, pressing more kisses to your face. One to your right cheek, left cheek, forehead and the tip of your nose.

Each kiss has you giggling. Arms wrapped around her midsection, she finally settled down, lying on her back and guiding your head to rest on her chest. Brushing her fingers through your hair.

Wanda decided to hum a lullaby. After the Westview incident, she believed she'd never find the kind of love she had for her twin boys again. That was until you came around. You were the shiest person she's met, even in your big space, you often find yourself shying away from social interaction. But Wanda had a kind of warmth that caused you to adore her immediately.

"Sleep now, ducky." her voice is a loving whisper, you nuzzle deeper in her embrace, more than content to fall asleep on Mama's chest like this.

Eventually you do, a warm smile on her lips as she watches your breathing even out and that sweet peaceful expression lull over your face.

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