Overview: Doctor Strange recruited y/n in trying to stop Wanda, but he didn't particularly think it through. (This isn't canon! But it was an idea I had after the movie, and I feel like if y/n didn't have anyone to fall back on after 'Home', this is where she would've ended up. For some sort of context, let's just say that Wanda ended up making her own version of Westview after seeing y/n and what her powers could do.)
Word count: 3,209
Warnings: Slight mention of gore, angst.
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"Are you sure we can trust her?"
Stephen only had one hope left. Wanda was wreaking havoc across the multiverse, desperately trying to take America Chavez for her own. There was no way that Stephen was going to hand the kid over, he couldn't let an innocent child die, and he definitely couldn't let Wanda take that power. That power would make her unstoppable. She'd be able to jump from universe to universe with ease, leaving a trail of blood wherever she went. Just for some children that didn't exist.
Stephen and America were currently walking through the destroyed Kamar-Taj, stepping over the mixture of rubble and bodies that littered the ground. There was a book that could guide y/n toward the Darkhold castle, and, even if Stephen could take her there, it wasn't worth the risk of America getting too close to Wanda.
Y/n was trailing behind the pair, her hands tucked into her pockets as she glanced around the destroyed place. America had expected her to be shocked at the carnage, but y/n's facial expression hadn't changed a bit. Chaos like this just reminded her of the Thanos fight. Countless bodies, the horrible stench of smoke and blood. It was all things she'd experienced before, and after losing Bucky twice, everything was a numb blur.
The only reason why y/n had agreed to Stephen's request she wanted to try and help Wanda snap out of it. That woman helped her let go of Westview, she had to return the favour.
Despite being a few feet away, she could still hear what Stephen and America were talking about. She exhaled out of her nose in amusement as the girl questioned her loyalty, lolling her head up to the sky like a bored teen. Nobody ever trusted her. Maybe it was for good reason.
There had to be a reason why Wanda would cause so much destruction just to get to America...
Stephen sighed, trying his hardest not to trip as they walked up the crumbling staircase. "She's our only option." He shrugged, completely avoiding the question of trust. He hoped that they could trust y/n, but ever since Bucky died, she'd never been the same. The rainbow of a person she once was had been replaced by muted greys and blacks.
"Y/n's a mimic. She can copy any person's power by a single touch." Stephen explained, watching as America quickly tucked her hands into her pockets. "She's been mimicking Wanda for years. She's the only person that even has a chance of defeating Wanda." He murmured seriously. "But-"
"But if she turns against us, they'll be completely unstoppable." America interrupted, looking up at Stephen with a concerned look in her eyes. She didn't even want to turn back and face y/n. She was terrified of Wanda, and now there were basically two versions of her.
"Well, yeah." Doctor Strange admitted with a nervous breath, eyes staying glued forward. "Y/n has been through a lot, but through everything she's done, she always ended up following the good path. There's no reason for her to switch up on us now."
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The Mimic - One-Shots
FanfictionA one-shot book to be filled with snippets that weren't included in the original book! Maybe there are missions you want to see, or dynamics you want to see more of, it's all up to you! Non-canon interactions are also accepted if you'd like Mimic to...
