Two faced (Wanda Maximoff x fem oc)

Prison

IRA POV

"Come on Creed, visitation time." The prison guard yelled waking me up, I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep, and that's really sad, it's almost like a reverse nightmare, like you wake up from a nightmare and your relieved. I woke up into the nightmare.

Usually it was reporters who visit me in prison, I know Roy Sarah or Luke can't visit me because they're fugitives, but hopefully Sarah and Roy's baby is healthy. All I know is that they named it Neil.

I walked with my straight jacket on as I sat on the cold plastic circular bench and a fancy dressed women sat in front of me. A reporter.

We went over the usual, "what's your opinion on Wanda Maximoff, do you think of her as a villain?" The woman asked and I scoffed.

"I am the villain even in my own story. But she, she played a very different role. She was the peak of my existence. I know I hurt her, but I truly did truly love her, I still do." I told her letting the things I've kept in for 7 months go.

"Do you blame Captain America and vision for the murder of Neil O'Connor?" As soon as his name left her lips I felt my body just shut down, my head hung low, "he...he" I couldn't get a word out,

"What do you think of love?" She asked, wow deep question, "I've been in love...it's painful, pointless and overrated." I replied not liking this conversation.

"Excuse me." I said walking up and back to the guards asking them to take me back to my room. I sat in my room letting tears flow down my face.

"Creed looks like you're popular today, we got an avenger here for you." The guard yelled dragging me from my cell knowing I wouldn't go willingly.

I struggled against him but it made no difference. I sat in the big room with no cameras, one big table, and two chairs but one was occupied by none other than Wanda Maximoff.

"Hey witchy." I muttered and watched the guard shut the door and Wanda's lip quivered. "Hey." She said holding back her visible tears.

"Why are you here?" I asked sitting in the other chair opposite hair. "I read what the journalist posted earlier today." She said letting one single tear slip.

"Did you mean it?" I asked as I felt a sob in the back of my throat. "Mean what?" She asked more tears falling, "that you don't love me?" I asked taking a deep breath and exhaling.

She didn't answer but looked down in contemplation, "I did." She muttered and my head snapped up to hers. I would've been happy if I didn't notice the past tense she used.

"I'm not me anymore, and I miss it, I miss it more than anything in the world." I let out a sob, "everyone left me Wanda, I have no one. I thought I would have you, but I don't, I lost you, and when you lose somebody, every prayer, every candle isn't going to make up for the fact that the only thing you have left is a hole in your life where that person used to be." I said pushing my head down on the cold metallic table letting the pain fill my voice.

I let the tears flood out my eyes. "I'm still with you, I never left. I just needed time to come to terms with it." Wanda said resting her hand on my head.

"What are you saying?" I asked confused and Wanda smiled forwards me, she flicked her hand and my straight jacket flew off and I was left in my prison shirt.

I was confused, what was she doing? She pushed the table out the way and straddled my lap. "Wanda if you do this you'll be a fugitive, they'll know it's you." I explained but she silenced me with her hand, "ok." She said shutting me up.

She slammed her lips on mine, her lips felt so good on mine, I've missed them. I wrapped my arms around her pushing her closer to me.

I needed her, i stood up with her still in my grip and slammed her in the table. I ripped her white blouse off. "Nice haircut" I whispered gesturing to her fringe.