MCU One-Shots

3

"So this is it, huh?" Wanda asks. I look up at her and nod slowly, her eyes looked tired, filled with sorrow and regret. I loved her, I still love her but it wasn't the right time. The silence was making me uncomfortable, but she broke it with that weak cough she made when she tried to cover up her tears. 

"You said forever y/n, forever. You said you'll always love me and I believed you," I was looking down at the ground but I could feel her eyes focusing on me, not even needing her powers to gaze into my soul. 

"I do love you Wanda, but this could never work," I said. 
"Why not?" she asked, I couldn't help but roll my eyes, I'd told her this a hundred times before.
"We're too young." 

She looked over at me again, her eyes shouting her emotions. I couldn't bare to look at them. "If you loved me, at least like you said you did you would have hope in me," she paused for a moment to carefully think about her next sentence, "hope in us. I have hope. I love you, more than anyone. I know it's not because we're too young, you're lying to me." 

I didn't say anything back, what was there to say? A few minutes passed before she spoke again, "you still love him, don't you?" I longed to deny my feelings but I was too tired, too heartbroken, to lie. Instead, all I said was a weak and trembled, "yes." 

I could see the veins in her face slowly loosen up, I could see her heartbreak just from the look on her face. "Okay," she said. 

"I'm sorry," I apologised, "it's just, this happened at the wrong time." When she looked at me, so innocently and sorrowfully, I could see the youth still lingering in her eyes. She looked so vulnerable, like a young girl even. Avoiding making eye contact with me, she watched the trees behind me and in a quiet and weak voice said, "it's been years. Have you not felt anything for me?" 

I looked over at her, bewildered. Of course, I had, I loved her and that was something I could never lie about. 

"Yes I love him, but I love you too. Surely you know that?" She was quick to interrupt me, "stop it y/n, love can't be shared. If all the people you've ever loved stood in a room, you'd still pick him. I know it and I think you do too."  

I didn't want to admit it but I also knew denying it would only hurt her more. "I'm sorry," I apologised again, hiding my face behind my hair. "It's okay," she said but it wasn't. 

And now, I had to watch as the girl who had loved me when I was at my worst, the girl who had loved me more than anything, break. The worst thing? There was nothing I could do. I wish I loved her more than him but I couldn't help it. I wanted to say something comforting, to make her feel better, to take that broken and tortured look off of her beautiful face. 

"Do you want this back?" I asked, tugging on the hoodie I was wearing. "No, I know how much you love that one," she replied, a small smile beginning to grow on her face. 

"I gave that to you the first time we spent any time alone together. We were sat at the park and you were so cold, not that you would admit it. So I let you have it, you got so excited, it's your favourite colour too. That's the moment I fell in love with you," she stopped talking, realising that fantasy had ended. 

The relationship we'd both promised to be everlasting vanished and her face drew back to sorrow. "Yeah, you can keep it." 

I nod and stand up, "I need to go." I turn around and begin walking towards the old, rusty gate at the end of the park but I stop when I feel a tap on my shoulder. 

"Wait, I found this. All the letters I wrote and got too nervous to give to you. They're dorky, but I thought you'd like them. I know you like that kind of stuff. I don't mean to make it weird or anything, it's just you'd want-" 

I interrupt her with a "thanks" as I attempted to give a reassuring smile, but it felt more like the kind of smile you make when you say you're fine even though your entire world just imploded. The letters would have seemed silly to anyone else but I was grateful for them. She knows me, she knows I love letters - especially the ones she wrote for me. I guess I like them because it's solid proof of the love once shared. It's weird but it made sense to us. Taking the letters and thanking her once more, I choke back my tears and whisper, "goodbye."

"Goodbye y/n," she replies. "I lov-" I stop my sentence and wince. My cheeks instantly turn red and I quickly add, "sorry." Wanda looked at me and then back at the ground. Just as I decide I should probably leave she gently grabs my hand. "I love you too." 

I looked at her uncomfortably, I didn't know what to do, she caught me off of my guard. Noticing my uncomfortable stance she spoke for me. "I know this wasn't meant to be, but I want to thank you. For everything. You made me so happy."  I smile as a single tear escapes my eye, "thanks, Wanda. For everything." 

"I don't know what I'm going to do without you y/n y/l/n but I guess it's for the best," she sighed, slowly letting go out of my hand. Looking into her eyes all I saw was the look of defeat, making my heart ache even more. "I guess," I shrugged. 

A silence came between us, one that seemed to go on for hours. I wanted to hug her, to wrap my arms tightly around her body, protecting her from the world and promising everything would be okay but I couldn't. How could I protect her when she was in pain because of me? How could I say everything would be okay if I didn't believe it myself? The person I knew more than anyone, who knew me more than anyone was now a stranger.

"Goodbye," she said, picking up her bag and leaving. 

Just like that, she was gone. 

I lost her.

I felt a part of me shatter, how could I just let her go like that? 

There's no use in mourning about it now, it's over. 

She's gone. 

She's just another empty soul in this empty world. 

The way home felt long, long and cold. The rain had begun to fall heavily and I had nothing but my hoodie to protect me from getting drenched. 

Her hoodie. 

All I wanted was for her to be here with me, I knew it was selfish but I missed her more than ever. It was definitely too late for us now. 

The second I got home I began to cry. A type of crying you couldn't control. I wanted to speak to her but I knew I shouldn't. I started opening the small box she gave me. One by one I opened the perfectly opened notes. As I read them my tears slowly dripped onto the paper, smudging the black ink. In total there were 15 notes and two, double-sided, letters. Each filled with doodles and little notes she'd made me. 

With every word, memories flooded my mind. I loved her so much but it simply wasn't meant to be. I placed the box of letters at the back of my wardrobe, out of sight from the rest of the world. 

It was an ending, one I could have never been prepared for. 

Even now, at 16 years old, I still read the letters from her, one of my greatest loves at only 14.