a funny thing happened on the way to agathaâs house
It had been awhile since sheâd laid eyes on her brother. If she were brave enough, sheâd actually admit it had been half a decade, but that made it sound so much worse. If she were to say sheâd lost track of time, that would be a poor excuse. It would also be downplaying everything that happened. How could she even tell him where sheâd truly gone?
It was time to go back to him, though, and back to the safety of the institute. This decision was only made because Agatha had nothing else to show her at the moment. Wanda bit her lip as she boarded the plane headed for New York. At least she still had time to think of something to say, five hours to be exact.
That day she walked into the Professor's office the last time she was there, he told her she would benefit from studying under someone else. He knew someone that had a similar power and much more knowledge. He mentioned how powerful he believed Wanda was and how much potential she'd waste if she simply stayed to studied under them. Of course, she had accepted that fact. The decision to leave had made it easier to tell Pietro about the school because she was gone when he got there.
Wanda knew she would have to admit what she did to him. She needed to tell him that he'd died for her, and that she had torn apart reality to bring him back, yet she was afraid. So she continued to run from him each day without acknowledging the truth.
The day after she left the mansion back then, she had only made it halfway to Agatha Harkness. A witch had gotten the best of her. Even though Wanda had brought her brother back from death, it had been the pain of losing him that spiked her power during that moment. Something inside her held her back this time, or maybe this witch was just more powerful, either way Wanda had lost and she was stuck.
She had been thrown into some kind of facility and tossed into a glass cell. She'd only laid eyes on one other prisoner the first day she was shoved into a cage next to his. The two didn't talk much at first, but she'd forever be haunted by his screams the first time he was dragged away. When she sat quietly in her cage that first night, she wondered how long he'd been there, and how long she would be there.
It turned out the answer was two years, but it felt more like ten. It was nearly unbearable, the pain they caused her, when they tried to force her to bring more people back from the brink of death. Wanda was sickly exhausted and emotionally drained. It seemed like this would never end and no one even knew she was gone.
The day her neighbor escaped, he didn't leave her behind. They had grown close in their time trapped together, so it was obvious to him that they should overpower their captor as partners. They'd killed the witch and left hand in hand.
She'd never forget his name or his face. She'd never kissed anyone besides Pietro before, but she was overwhelmed with emotion and the kiss they shared was full of passion. It'd caught the man off guard when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her as best she could. He picked her up instead and molded with her until she hesitantly broke it off.
They parted ways, forever bonded by shared trauma, but she was sure to tell Nathaniel Essex there was a safe place for people like them. She promised, even if she never saw him again, she'd always remember him. She owed him after all.
When she'd ultimately made it to Agatha, the older witch hadn't even realized Wanda was two years late. Agatha just threw everything at Wanda rapidly and expected her to catch up. It took three years, but she did.
A chime sounded off in the distance and Wanda awoke to find the plane was landing. She dozed off without even thinking of a single thing to say to Pietro. "Shit..."















