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There had been a time Wanda had been convinced she was destined for sadness. As melodramatic as that sounded, it had settled into the hollows of her bones and filled her with a dreadful weight that left her feeling older than she was. She would never deny the mornings she woke up and wished she hadn’t, the mourning that never seemed to end. Her parents, her twin, the Vision. Magda and Django Maximoff had officially been dead for over longer than Wanda had known them. Pietro ( her other half that was so tightly woven into wanda’s being that even death couldn’t cut him out ) had been all she had left of them. With him gone too she carried the ghosts of her family in her hearts. The experiment was meant to change her, make her better. In  some ways it had but it failed to reverse her curse.

Vision was the final straw. Had Pietro been there maybe she would have stood a chance at surviving it but on her own she was glad to feel her body slip away. There were no more funerals she had it in herself to attend. When she had been ripped back from the void anger had filled her. Wanda would have killed Thanos even if it ended her, but Tony had died instead. Another funeral she stood at, all while reflecting that the Vision hadn’t had one of his own. Even Pietro’s, small and private with just her and the Avengers present while Clint allowed her to cling to his hand, had been something. Wanda was sick of nothing, of absence and loss. She was tired.

The last few months had been rather big for her. Upon the realization that she had unknowingly decimated the mutants Wanda had no choice but to finally pull her head out of her ass ( permanently this time ) and grow up. She had to face the repercussions of what she had done. There was no Steve asking to turn off the photo evidence of her destruction or Clint to give her a pep talk. Wanda had to stand on her own two feet, and she had. She had studied and trained  and helped Jean reverse what had happened. The energy from the Nexus had awaken something inside of her and in the time past Wanda had done her best to look into her magic. She immersed herself in the chaos and the snapping scarlet of realities. Wanda had lost people but she had herself. Maybe that made her next actions counterintuitive.

The girl who had wiped out the mutants probably should have avoided attempting major moves but the woman Wanda had become felt confident in her skill. She had spent weeks researching, head bent over borrowed books night after night. In private she had worked on twisting reality more and more until one day she had slipped through entirely. From memories and magic Wanda had refashioned the Vision. There was no Stone in his forehead to jeopardize his life. Instead she tugged the energy of a Mind Stone from a different reality to fill him, power trapped in the gem different than before. Wanda found the Vision returned to her and had sat by his side for hours. Even though all she wanted was to touch him she forced herself to sit across from him and explain. If he disagreed with her choices she would find a way to return him to that which he came.  I’m afraid, Wanda had admitted. You’ll love me only because I created you from how I remember you. Which was in love. I don’t care if you don’t love me. I  just want you back. You.

But he had. He had and Wanda had hesitantly brought him to  the Presidential Gala because it was only a matter of time before people realized he was back anyway. She craved Pietro’s presence as well, but it had been so long she found herself terrified she’d miss a piece and he’d be a shell. For now, she was content with Vision once more. The issue at the Inauguration had  been, interestingly enough, something else entirely. With Norman Osborn clearly making moves against the Avengers and as one of the longest standing members ( that was strange to consider ) Wanda needed to be there. The Scarlet Witch exploding wouldn’t help anyone though so she indulged in a moment of selfishness and followed through with the discussion she had with the Vision.

Edinburg was like she had remembered it. Wanda had steered clear since her return but now walking cobblestoned streets with a disguised Vision by her side there was a sense of peace. The last thing Wanda needed was to live in the past. That wasn’t why she had brought Vision here. She wanted to build a future. Easing her bag on the floor so she could use the key to unlock the door, Wanda nudged it open and moved inside. Money from an untraceable account had once paid for the small flat while Wanda was on the run and during the Cleanse it had sat as property of the Avengers. She had purchased it outright a while back, unable to let it go even if she couldn’t stomach being there.