She's Got a Temper || Wanda Maximoff || Natasha Romanoff ||

Chapter 25

2021- Moscow, Russia (3 years later)

"You have 5 new voicemails and 190 saved ones, to listen to your new messages press 1" I pressed 9 to save the voicemails and shut down my phone again.

I looked out the window from the run-down apartment I was currently staying in and watched the large clock in the middle of the town square. At exactly 12am I had business to attend too and currently it was 11:30pm. I decided to attempt to listen to the millions of voicemails my friends had left me over the years but as soon as I tried, I couldn't and decided to save them along with the others.

No matter how many times I change my phone, Natasha and Sam somehow manage to find my number and leave me voicemails begging me to come home. It's been that way for almost 3 years but what they didn't understand was that my home wasn't a place, it was a person and that person had disappeared 3 years ago along with half the universe. I had nowhere to go so I travelled around the world fulfilling 'duties' that others paid me to do or doing whatever I saw fit.

The duties were basically handling people that had fucked with the wrong person or whoever I thought deserved it. It was rare that I picked up a job, if I did it was because funds were running low. I usually targeted major crime operations, I had gotten to drug lords, mafia members, gang leaders and right now I was about to take out the head of a major crime organization that operated out of Russia. I was hesitant to return to Russia after what had happened last time but this was a paid job this time around and I didn't have the choice. The money was just too good.

Did I have to abandon every moral I have to create this life I had? Yes, but after the blip there was no point in trying to preserve who I was. I had killed Thanos and that was the beginning of my downward spiral. After that I didn't want to be around anyone or anything which included Sam and Natasha, so I left. I took one of the cars and ripped out it's tracker along with destroying my phone. Not like it mattered since they were clearly still able to keep tabs on me since they somehow found out my new phone number every time I changed phones.

I knew that they knew where I was but I didn't care. I hadn't experienced any of them tracking me down since the beginning of my running, all Natasha and Sam did was call me. The fact that they were tracking me but did nothing about my activities was appreciated, I didn't need to be saved nor did I want to be. I needed to live out the rest of my days taking my anger out on the world's biggest crime lords. It didn't make me feel better but at least I was doing what I wanted.

I also knew Wanda would hate this but Wanda was gone and I was here. She would have also hated getting dusted but that couldn't be changed and neither could this. One thing remained through it all though; I never once stopped thinking about her or loving her. If I could get her back I would, no questions asked but this was the situation we were in and there was no getting out.

I took out the very old and now barely visible picture from my pocket and smiled. I didn't have another photo of Wanda and I so I held onto this one like it was my only purpose for living. It wasn't like I didn't think of offing myself because I did, many times, but I wouldn't know how and it wouldn't bring me any peace. Not like this brought me it anyway.

So I lived in this dark place I knew I couldn't get out of and I was as content with it as I could be. Alcohol also helped which wasn't the best habit to pick up but I was already ruined, might as well add more shit to the burning pile.

I put the photo back into my leather jacket pocket and finished the beer I was drinking. I looked outside and saw the clock. It was time.

I exited the apartment and pulled my hood over my head as I walked through the town square. I walked until I came to the outside of a popular club that had at least a dozen people outside begging to get in. I was given information that my target would be wearing a burgundy suit probably accompanied by some ladies as he exited the club so I watched on from a dark alley. I had to be careful with this one, I had to wait for him to get into the limo and as soon as they got further away I would jump on top and rip the bastard's throat out through the roof if I had to.