WandaVision ft. Reader

(1)Life 2.0

November, 2023

I've spent a month living in the Outer Banks in North Carolina. It's a very different scene compared to Sokovia or New York. I have two 'foster parents'—Agents who work for Fury. Their names are Sue and Maggie. Here, my name is Y/n Garcia, born by a hispanic mother who died, leaving me to be put in the foster-adoption system. I know it sounds complex for a cover story but it means people won't ask questions in fear of triggering me or overstepping. If only they knew the truth.

I've learned some spanish and I started going to school again. I actually became friends with a few people, one guy even has a crush on me.

Around here, it feels like all people do is smoke weed and surf. Completely opposite from what I'm used to, to say the least. I don't mind it though, it's pretty laid back.

I don't go on missions anymore and I've hardly spoken to anyone at S.H.E.I.L.D since I got settled.

I trashed my old phone but kept all the pictures I had stored in my iCloud so I have some form of comfort to look back at.

One of my new friends actually got me a job at her family's restaurant. I work there three nights a week and the rest of my time is spent on doing homework, or hanging out at my friends' houses.

I've never had such a stress-free life before.

But I still miss the way it used to be.

I miss Peter.

I never gave him any explanation or warning. I just left. Barely even said goodbye.

I miss Mj and Ned.

I miss Wanda.

We kept in contact when I got a new phone and number, but she hasn't messaged me in a while.

I miss my family. Tony is gone. Nat is gone. Vision. Steve. Well... Steve is just really old right now but he's definitely on low battery.

But my life keeps going.

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I arrive to work at The Wreck- the restaurant I work at. I'm closing the place tonight. Just Kiara and I.

We close at 11pm but the place usually goes quiet around 10pm. Besides, it's only Tuesday. The time of year doesn't stop it from feeling like a thousand degrees in here. And people don't really care how little clothes we can wear. One of the reasons Kiara and I are both in shorts and tank tops.

My tank top is white and has inch-wide straps, my shorts are black, ripped, and shorter than I would have worn in New York.

10:15pm rolls around and the boys stop in the see us.

"Hello, Kildare County!" JJ shouts at the empty, dark-lit restaurants. Kie and I smile from behind the counter while we dry dishes.

"Well, would you take a look at these two lovely ladies." John B says in a funny voice as he comes up and leans on the bar table.

"Creepy customers are actually denied service." I play along and throw a dishrag over my shoulder.

"We're just being nice, darlin'." JJ says.

"What are you guys doing here?" Kiara smiles as she continues to clean up.

"Besides trying to get us a fired." I say.