The Scarlet Apprentice

A new day, the same dissapointment

Surprisingly, wanda maximoff did manage to force herself to a slumber. Although she kept waking up due to her subconscious hoping that y/n had moved, she did fall asleep for some parts in the night, at least.

However, the second she saw the early morning sun reflecting from the mirror, she pushed herself out of bed and onto her feet. She looked over her shoulder at y/n, but sighed to herself when she didn't see her enchanted eyes looking back at her.

Although she was impatient by nature and desperate for her girlfriend to return to her, she was willing to wait as long as it possibly took for y/n to wake up.

With a stretch and the same tired expression on her face, wanda gradually made her way out into the kitchen. Her walk was slow and meaningless, but it took her to something that could've distracted her.

Her original plan was to make something for herself and eat it in the living room so she didn't have to subject herself to waiting alone only to be disappointed once again. But, within seconds, the plan was easily shattered once her eyes returned to something she'd previously fallen in love with.

The wooden carving of a lightning bolt remained perched on the countertop, facing exactly where wanda was standing, almost as if it was a reminder of y/n, even though y/n was only in the room behind her.

While a few tears rushed to her eyes, she slowly walked over and held the carving in her hand to feel like she was holding a piece of y/n. Once again, her fingers traced the writing in the carving and she felt her heart fall once again.

When she was reminded of how much she loved and needed y/n, she placed the carving back in its spot and began preparing a breakfast - not for herself, but for y/n. It was more for her own comfort. She didn't think y/n was going to suddenly spring up at the smell of pancakes, but it would bring warmth to wanda if she made one.

Time seemed to fly by as she fell into a state of focus to make sure she made the perfect breakfast. She gathered everything she could possibly need and laid it out beside her before diving straight into the process and falling into her trance while making it.

Her focused trance, however, was abruptly cut off not long after she fell into it when she heard the sound of the kettle warning her that it came to its boil. Feeling the way the steam floated up to her face, she poured the boiling water into the coffee and used one hand of her magic to stir the spoon, while her other one remained caring for the pancake batter.

At this point, the pancakes were almost ready and Wanda had made herself a coffee to keep her from preventing herself from getting the urge to fall asleep. Even though falling asleep would mean she wouldn't have to wait in a disappointed slump all day, she didn't want to close her eyes only to see nightmares. So, she left the pancakes for a moment and lifted the fresh coffee up to her mouth.

After taking a brief sip of the hot coffee, she casually walked back into her room to place it down on the bedside table to get it out of the way. Even though she was certain y/n wasn't going to be awake, a sigh still fell from her when she saw that nothing had changed.

Eager to stop herself from having to look at something that made her so sad, she placed the mug down quickly and left the room, leaving the door wide open.

Luckily, the pancakes had just finished as she entered the kitchen once again, and she was able to stop them before they became burnt. Simply to make it easier for herself, she lifted the pancakes out of the pan with her magic and guided them to the plate she'd prepared, where she then rested them on top of each other.

There was only one thing left to do now that the pancakes were standing ready, and it was the most important thing. Wanda's head searched the kitchen with a determined gaze until they landed upon the object she was looking for.

As she picked up the item, she subconsciously bit back the urge to cry, which was an urge she didn't know was coming. It hurt to be reminded that she was, once again, too late for something, but there was nothing that could stop her from still trying.

After adding the finishing touches to the breakfast she'd made, she picked up the plate in her hand and cautiously walked over to the table and chairs in the space beside the living room.

While balancing the one plate in her hand, she dragged one of the dining room chairs down the hallway and through to her bedroom. It wasn't because she didn't want to sit on the bed with y/n, but it was because she wanted a slight change of seating, even though she was going to be sitting in the same room, staring at the same thing all day.

The chairs legs dragged across the floor, but she was too focused on y/n and y/n only to be bothered by it. When she reached the side of the bed, she placed the chair down and stood up straight to stretch slightly for another time.

While momentarily clearing her throat, wanda placed the plate down on her side of the bed which now homed nothing, not even herself. Once the plate was securely rested on the vacant side of the bed, wanda dropped to a sit and reclined back into the chair, the hot mug she'd previously made now clasped in her grip while she imagined y/n waking up to see it.

A smile came over her as she imagined y/n's surprise, but, as she expected, it was only an imagination - a lie her brain concocted to distract her from the reality she was currently living in.

Wanda knew y/n wouldn't wake up and eat what she'd been made - of course she knew that - but she needed to make her it in case she would never be able to in the future.

On a slick white plate beside y/n, rested a small stack of soft pancakes; wanda's best recipe for pancakes. It would've been familiar to y/n if the pancakes were as they usually were, but there was a difference with these ones. In a proud pile on top of the pancakes was fresh and carefully handled whipped cream.

It stood tall as a symbol for wanda's love, loyalty, and appreciation, and it stood right beside the person she truly wanted to devote it to.

"I'm sorry I didn't give it to you sooner." She told her.

Y/n still remained lying on her back, her body asleep, her awareness locked in her mind. The soft exhale that followed an unnoticeable inhale provided a slight sense of comfort for wanda, which she cherished deeply.

"Again, I don't know if you can hear me." She looked down at the mug in her hands as her thumb traced along the side of it as a way of distracting herself from looking up, "but I'm going to say this anyway. Y/n, I love you more than anything. I didn't think I would ever find this kind of love again. The kind of love that can drag you out of your darkness, the love that can pull you up into the clouds, the love I've always wanted. I never thought someone would be willing to look past what I've done to see the real me. Especially not a sword agent, I cant even begin to think about what they've told you. I didn't think I was worthy enough for someone's love again... and then you turned up. You're sarcastic, and you're cocky, and you're stubborn to the point it's almost killed you but, god, you're perfect. You're everything I want- everything I need in a person. Y/n, I love you more than anything and I hope you wake up so I have the opportunity to let you know that."