agxthahxrkness​:

Wanda offered Agatha a small, sincere, yet still somewhat sad smile, and she shook her head. “Don’t think like that, моја љубав...” Her thumb brushed over Agatha’s cheek. “Everything we do leads us to where we are. Those things put you in a place to help me, and look where that led, hmm?”

After all, Wanda had helped Ultron, helped him get stronger and stronger until she and Pietro turned against him, and Pietro had died. If she hadn’t ever helped him, she might still have him. But then, would she have ever met Agatha? 

agxthahxrkness​:

This didn’t make sense. That brooch couldn’t have moved itself, not in the way it did. So who had moved it? Not the wind, and not Wanda... There were no other magic users there, it had only been herself and Agatha. But Agatha was dead, as much as it hurt Wanda to admit. So who, then, moved the brooch...?

Wanda swallowed hard, looking around. “Agatha, was that you?” she questioned tentatively. She knew that there was something beyond death, though what, she wasn’t certain. Could it be that Agatha was still there with her, and trying to show that to her? Could she truly let herself hope for such a thing?

No answer, and Wanda looked back to the body in her arms, steadily cooling, no signs of life. Another strangled, choked sob came from the witch, and she could feel the break in her chest. Her heart was broken, and she didn’t know if it would ever repair. If she stayed this alone, she doubted it would.

A touch. A hand on hers, violet, and so familiar, accompanied by a voice Wanda would know even in the darkest night. Her head whipped up, and her eyes widened. “Agatha,” she breathed. “How-?” How are you here? is what she wanted to ask, but in the moment, she found her words were suddenly failing her.

emeraldsnakesdagger​:

Wanda smiled kindly as she shook Loki’s hand, clearly not thinking anything of the situation at all. Or, at least, if she did think something of it, the thought was buried deep in her mind, and wasn’t going to be coming out very soon.

In fact, it was deep enough in there that she’d have to realise anything was there at all, before she’d realise just what was there.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Loki,” she said, her voice sounding almost identical to the tones and accents used in the 1950s by television sitcom actresses. “We just moved in today, and you know? We absolutely love the area. It’s so peaceful out here! Vis and I moved in from the City, I’m sure you know how that is.” She paused for a moment, as if waiting on something. Then, “I’m afraid he’s run out to the store, but would you like to come in?”

A few things of note that were off so far- One, was that had they just moved in, they shouldn’t be entirely unpacked, though they were. Two, was that Vision had been home when she went to open the door, and in fact she’d even called out to him that she would do that. And finally, three was that in this era, it wouldn’t have been considered very proper for a woman to invite a man into her home when her husband wasn’t there. Neighbours did tend to talk, after all, and that’s something any wife would know. And yet, here Wanda was, allowing all three of those things to happen.

Needs of the Heart

Wanda blinked a few times, before smiling softly and seeming to melt just a bit. “Agatha...” she said softly, and she stepped toward her, completely abandoning the dish she’d been about to put in the oven for their dinner that night. She brought her hands up to cup Agatha’s cheeks, framing her face between her hands. “It won’t be broken,” she promised, shaking her head a little. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. I promise.” 

agxthahxrkness​:

Wanda tilted her head a little at Agatha’s suggestions, that she’d developed her powers through a traumatic event. Well, that might not have been so off, considering she knew the time she’d been with Hydra had certainly been far more than simply ‘traumatic’.

But how could she know then, that Hydra hadn’t, in fact, given her the powers she now possessed? The timing of this all seemed to blur the possibilities, and maybe... Well, maybe she just wasn’t meant to know.

“I need to get this straight,” Wanda began, holding up a hand. “You believe I am a witch, that I have an uncommon, unknown power most would be afraid of, but because you also had a power like this, but had no teacher, you want to be sure I do have one, and don’t have to go through what you did?”

If that were all true, and not just on the word of this woman she’d just meant, well... Wanda hated to admit it might just make sense.

agxthahxrkness​:

Now lying there against Agatha, Wanda realised she really couldn’t have been happier. The fact Agatha had finally taken that step, finally branched off the beaten path and reached out to her, in such a way that Wanda could reciprocate and did reciprocate, brought the young witch more joy than she could have ever imagined finding, especially after the devastating loss of her brother, Pietro. Nothing had been home without him, not until her.

Wanda smiled and returned the kiss, leaning into Agatha happily and wrapping her arms around her securely. “And we will,” she assured her. “No matter how many times we have to say goodbye, we’ll always say hello again.” Her hand moved up to brush through Agatha’s hair.

When she heard Agatha talk about the house they currently laid in finally feeling like a home, she couldn’t help but be amused with the fact she’d just had such similar thoughts. “I was just thinking, I hadn’t felt like I was home until I lost Pietro,” she confessed. “But I do with you, in a different way. It feels like I’ve gone from where I was meant to begin, to where I was meant to be.”

agxthahxrkness​:

Wanda felt nothing as Agatha’s hand passed through her shoulder, not even a bit of cold. It was as if Agatha may as well not have been there, for all the effect her astral form was having on Wanda. Instead of responding, she continued to cry, and began to beg.

“Agatha,” she pleaded. “You can’t leave me, I still need you... Please..” Thought after thought of how she might could save this woman, the dark witch she’d come to love so dearly, but she was struggling.

Not one idea was coming to her, but then...

The brooch fell.

Immediately, her attention was drawn to the piece of jewelry, and she reached to pick it up, holding it and turning it over in her hand. How had that fallen off the witch’s clothing, where it had been so securely fixed at her throat? Surely, things like that didn’t just happen, did they? Certainly not without... interference. Wanda looked up.

“Agatha?” 

agxthahxrkness​:

Wanda immediately grabbed Agatha’s hand, holding it against her cheek as another sob left her. Her fingers were coated now in Agatha’s blood, from having put her hand over the wound, but Wanda couldn’t care less about that.

All Wanda could bring herself to care about was how she was losing Agatha, how no matter how she begged, she would lose her, and how there was nothing left to be done. Agatha would die, and Wanda would be alone.

“Nie,” she whispered. “Don’t say goodbye, please. Please, no...” She lifted her hand to cup Agatha’s cheek, and then...

She was gone.

A strangled scream fell from Wanda’s lips, and she leaned forward, pulling Agatha’s body into her lap and holding her tightly. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she held her, cried into her hair that still fell over her shoulder. She wished with all her heart she’d gotten a chance to tell her she loved her, too.

dxctorstephenstrange​:

Wanda managed a small smile when she saw how happy Stephen seemed to be that she was accepting his offer. If nothing else, she did like helping others, making them happy, and it was clearly doing that for the Sorcerer, knowing he was going to be helping her.

“Thank you,” she said, giving him a small nod. “Really.” The young witch wasn’t aware of what she’d just nearly unleashed on this poor, unsuspecting town, what Stephen had just saved them from, but she felt even more like he was sort of saving her- saving her from what exactly, she didn’t know, but she had a sneaking suspicion it was something like drowning.

She turned to go with him, only stopping when he did as well.

His words caused her to turn and look to her car, and she tilted her head, thinking. “Would I have to drive it back to New York?” she asked him. “You could probably make a portal and I could drive it through, right?” Problem solving was good for her. It helped her pull her mind back from the dark places, and this, with her car, was no exception.