Are we still in love?

Quick Stop Down Memory Lane

Y/Ns POV

"Killer?" She asked

"Yup." I replied, popping the p. "You chose to kill you enemies, me doll? I kill the ones I love. It's a  tough world we live in, I like to think i'm taking them to a better place. See I killed you Wanda. I killed your innocent facade, your bubbly personality. I killed the Scarlet witch!"  

"YOU DID NOTHING! YOU KILLED YOURSELF, destroying your world. I really loved you" I raised my eyebrow at her and blew her a kiss  "You vicious little bitch!" She spat as she spoke and I did nothing but smile her way, knowing I'd gotten a rise out of her. Sure I felt bad, but I knew she would forgive me, she always did. She kissed her teeth at me and raised an eyebrow as I spoke.

"Oh sweetheart, you really are a fool! You only figured this out now? Your lucky you have those powers or you would be dead!" I laughed, but was soon stopped by a blow to the face. 

"My powers don't define me." She smirked "I could beat you with just my two fists. I'll hit you so many times your father won't even recognise you." 

"Please!" I bowed, crossing my leg behind the other, lifting my head and returning her smirk. She lunged at me and missed as I grabbed her hair to stop her from falling. She screamed and turned hitting my left eye. I growled. I kicked her in the ribs and she fell backwards stumbling into the kitchen. "Следи за своим шагом." (Watch your step.) I winked at her and she reached for the nearest object and smashed a plate over my head. I had a busted lip and a bleeding eye. I licked the blood from my lip and looked at her "You're not playing fair Maximoff! I thought you could beat me with your two fists!" I smiled, blowing a bubble, popping it in her face. Her cheeks were flushed with rage and she turned grabbing a knife. The smirk dropped from my lips. I took tentative steps backwards and raised both hands by my head. "Ванда, брось оружие, ты не хочешь причинить мне боль. Обещаю." (Wanda, drop your weapon, you don't want to hurt me. I promise.) She stalked towards me and pushed me so I was and the floor sliding towards our kitchen wall. She stood over me, the knife swinging back and forth in between her thumb and middle finger. She dropped it. I was scared and misread the signals. I lunged for the knife but instead she placed her hands at my temples and whispered.

"Comes to bite you in the ass doesn't it?"

Texas, 1987, U.S.A

"Please just take her tonight and I will have her for the next three weekends!"

"Who is it huh?"  My Mother replied, I was sitting in the other room, staring at the tv. We couldn't afford the actual channels, so the fluttering black and white pixels were the only interesting thing on. 

"Who's who?"

"The girl." My mama's voice broke and my father scoffed.

"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE?" He asked. Mama and papa had been divorced for half a year now, and they still weren't quite used to the fact that I was now in fact five and I wasn't a baby who didn't understand that all there problems revolved around me. 

"BECAUSE YOUR OWN DAUGHTER, YOUR FLESH AND BLOOD DOESN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR MIDDLE NAME!"  She was right of course I didn't, I was Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, mama was Marie Elle Y/L/N but papa was just Joe. I didn't even know his last name. 

"Don't call her my child, I told you to get rid of her as soon as we found out yet I still pay child support, take her every other weekend and-"

"EVERY OTHER WEEKEND ARE YOU SHITTING ME? YOU HAVEN'T TAKEN HER IN FOUR MONTHS." 

"You got food in your fridge though don't ya? Yeah thats on me isn't it sweet cheeks."