𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄. ¹ | wanda maximoff

15 | 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

Back inside the hex.

WANDA RE-OPENED her eyes and let out a shaky breath as she was pulled from the memories Agatha had been showing her. She raised a hand up to her cheek to wipe away the stray tear that had fallen and looked down at the couch in front of her. The same couch where her and Carson sat every night.

She took in her surroundings, noticing all the cameras and stage lights dotted around the room. It all looked like some sort of set from a film. Her house. Their house. It was just a reminder to her that none of it was real. That it never was.

The sound of someone applauding grabbed her attention and she looked ahead, seeing Agatha sat in the audience with her feet propped up on one of the chairs, a sick grin spread across her face.

"Bravo, bravo." Agatha chuckled. "That truly was a cinematic experience. And the ending with you and your little lover boy? How sweet. It's a shame he didn't get to experience it with us but... I'm sure he's having his own fun."

Wanda's eyes narrowed and she began to walk forwards. "What are you talking about?"

"Y'know I figured he'd get bored all by his lonesome so I just... made him take a quick dip in the waters of his past torment—" Agatha let out a dramatic gasp and covered her mouth. "Oh, have I said too much?"

And with the wave of her hand, the older witch suddenly disappeared. Nothing but a purple cloud being left behind.

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CARSON remained in the basement of Agatha's house, her magic still bound around his ankles and wrists to keep him restrained. After she had taken Wanda through the strange door, he tried his best to break free, to escape, to go after them. He thought it was pretty sloppy of the older witch to leave him there. Because with no one watching him, he'd be able to get out with no one noticing.

But little did he know, Agatha had other plans.

And right now his body may of still been there. But his mind... well, his mind was somewhere else.

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Carson's eyes shot open and he let out a gasp as he sat up in the bed. His jaw instantly clenched at the new scenery and he took in his surroundings, starting to relax ever so slightly when he realised where he was. The bed, the wall paper, the posters. Carson recognized it instantly. He was in his old home. Before Hydra, before the Avengers, before it all. He was home.

The sound of clattering caught his attention and he got up from the bed, cautiously walking over to the door and opening it to see what was happening.

And the sight practically made his heart drop right out his chest.

He looked ahead to see his dad stumbling down the hallway, a bottle of alcohol gripped tightly in his hand, a few of his friends walking into the house behind him. They we're all laughing to themselves about something, each of them slurring their words as if it was the first time they'd ever spoke.

But Carson paid them no mind. His eyes we're locked onto his father. It had been years since Carson had seen him. So long ago that if it wasn't for the old pictures he kept, then he would've forgotten his face.