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wanda listened for the whistling of the tea kettle before slowly rising from her seat on the stairs. in complete silence, she walked over to the stove before refilling her cup of tea.
her fourth, to be exact. you were counting.
it was a bit of a shock when the ex-avenger suddenly stood in front of your door nearly six hours ago. only the avengers and your immediate family and friends knew about the small cabin you had tucked away.
it was off the grid and hard to find. you set up shop right after tony's funeral.
wanda looked different when she arrived. besides the obvious wardrobe change, she seemed to be in a state of peace for once. you hadn't seen her this relaxed since...
shaking your head, you shifted your gaze. wanda's astral form was hovering in your bedroom. floating in front of her was an aged book; you assumed some transcript. you had yet to ask. but, it did seem very similar to stephen's—
❝thanks again for letting me come here.❞ wanda humbly commented, blowing on her hot beverage before taking a tentative sip. ❝this is exactly what i needed after...❞
as soon as she arrived, she told you everything.
you promised everyone on the team if they ever needed refuge, to come to your cabin.
she was the first to actually take the offer.
ambling up to the woman, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her temple. the two of you walked outside into the warm afternoon sun.
sitting back down on the steps, you felt her rest her head against your shoulder.
