One more dance...

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Hey guys! So this oneshot is wlw WandaNat post-endgame (Plot is still the same, Natasha did die).

Umm...warning...a lil sad, I think...

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As Wanda and Nat's relationship blossomed, Wanda had found a hidden, abandoned castle in the woods. She brought her girlfriend there and it immediately became their place. With tall windows, a high ceiling, and filled bookcases surrounding them. This was the place where they would spend hours dancing with one another, reading and creating memories.

After Natasha died, Wanda was devastated. She couldn't believe her loved one had passed. So, she went to the place where they had made the best memories together. Their castle.

When she arrived to the ballroom, there she was...Smiling at her, offering her hand to dance... Natasha's ghost would be forever tied there...

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"Do you miss me?..." Natasha whispered in Wanda's ear as they softly swayed to the classical music, intertwined in each others arms.

"Wh-what do you mean?" 

"You know what I mean..." Nat spoke in an eerily tone.

Wanda stopped and looked at Nat right in the eyes, speechlessly. Nat looked back at her emotionlessly.

The music seemed to slow and muffle itself, the silence growing louder and louder.

"...Y-you made me lose my rhythm." The younger witch shook her head and returned it to it's place on Nat's shoulder. Ignoring the question completely.

The pair stayed quiet for the rest of the evening.

"See you tomorrow, darling." Nat slightly smirked as Wanda left their dark ballroom.

Natasha's body was there, Wanda could touch her, but...but she had a sense of coldness to her. As though not warm-blooded, her heartbeat couldn't be heard, still, she could be touched. Nat was cold and didn't look as though...whole...She seemed almost as if a bit translucent. In the different lights, Wanda could see the sun's rays shining through her girlfriends body, the objects behind her, were the faintest of shapes.

Almost everyday Wanda would disappear for hours on end, going to touch her beloved once more.

The only person who had noticed the younger woman's vanishings, was Clint. He had growing suspicions as to where the red head would disappear to for an entire day.

Taking plenty of convincing and thought, Wanda had reluctantly made the decision to bring him to the castle, to hopefully allow him to see his best friend once again. Not only for the reuniting, but Wanda itched to share her secret with another.

"Nat?!" Wanda called as they walked into the ball room. Continuing to call for her, Nat would always be ready to dance with her or she would be off in the corner reading a book. Yet, she wasn't there.

Clint believed Wanda had gone bizarre, "Wanda...Nat-Nat's dead. She died."

"Yes, I know that...I don't know how it works but-but she lives here...You want to know where I go everyday? I come here. I come here everyday to be with her. To touch her. To dance with her. She's here Clint."

"Wanda, I saw her body on the grou-"

"I know what you saw! But she's alive somehow...Nat!?...I don't know why she isn't answering.." Wanda was frustrated, why wasn't she revealing herself?

Time had passed and Wanda had slowly given up on roaming the ballroom. They decided to leave, because the star of the show wasn't making her appearance.

"What if she's somewhere else in the castle?" Clint questioned as they walked out of the wide, broken doors. Choosing to play along with Wanda, she seemed to be doing much better, so, this fantasy must have been helping her grieve in her own way.

"No, she only stays in here...She's scared of the rest of the castle, it's too dark...she only stays in here..."

By the next morning, Wanda had returned, alone. She found Natasha sitting next to the ceiling high windows, reading her favourite book.

"Where were you yesterday?" She asked, stopping at the entrance of the room.

"I was right here, my love." Nat slowly turned her head and closed the book.

"No, no you weren't. I came with Clint but you weren't here."

"I'm sorry, darling...You seem to be the only one who can touch me. The only one who can dance with me--"

"The only one who can see you..." Wanda interrupted, her face draining of its natural colour.

"Exactly." Nat smirked as she rose from her seat, swiftly gliding from her current spot, across the hard wooden floors to her girlfriend. Offering her hand. "Shall we?"

Music started to softly play in the background, the lights dimmed and Wanda took Natasha's cold hand.

As they swayed the witch's thoughts wouldn't stop swarming her mind.

"...I-I do miss you..." She mumbled loud enough for Nat to barely catch. Wanda let go of Nat and turned around, attempting to hide her tearful eyes. "I h-have to go.."

"One more dance? I-I can even play your favourite song." Natasha asked, hopefully.

"I'm sorry, I can't." Wanda knew if she took that last dance, she would never want to leave...She wouldn't be able to go through with what she was about to do.

"That's all right, I'm always here...I'll see you when you return, darling...I promise. I love you." Nat smiled.

Wanda knew what she had to do. She left the ballroom, tears flowing down her face.

Nat was just in her head...She wasn't real...No matter whether or not she could touch her...She wasn't real...

It was the hardest thing for the witch to have to do...Leave the love of her life in their not-so abandoned castle forever...The rest of eternity...

As Wanda flew through the air, moving further and further from the castle. Her body--her heart ached to return and be held in her soulmate's arms once again. Just one more time...To hear their feet shuffle on the floors. Listen to the beat of the music guide their steps. Hear her voice as she read to her. Hear her laugh. See her smile.

Natasha Romanoff kept her promise. She waited and waited for Wanda Maximoff, a special witch, to return to her and take her hand to dance once more...Little did she know was that that dance would be the last time she would ever feel another's touch...The last time their feet would rhythmically waltz across the wooden floors...And the last time she would see Wanda Maximoff...

It was...their last dance... 

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