Multiverse Of Magic - sequel to Wandavision First Born

Goodbye Westview

"Ha! Not happening." She scoffed, "And even if I did teach you it wouldn't be the kind you'd like to learn."
"Why not?" I ask, "I'm a witch am I not, I have powers. So why won't you teach me?"
"So you can run away?" Agatha asked.
"So I can defend myself." I spat back, "if my mom is in trouble I at least need to be able to protect myself."
Agatha studied me for a long second.
"I'll think about it." She declared, "after all it will take about a week to reach Wanda."
"A week?!" I gasped, "how am I supposed to survive in a car with you for a week?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that your evil and that you killed our dog, locked me and my siblings in a basement and both mentally and physically tormented our mother. Your not exactly road trip buddy material."
"Fair enough," Agatha shrugged, "but  if you think I'm particularly happy about having to spend so much time with a child who's barely been alive long enough to know her lefts or rights your sorely mistaken."
"I'm old enough." I retort, "and just cause your like a million years old doesn't mean you know any better."
"You where alive for less than a month!" Agatha proclaimed, "you've never even been outside your deluded mothers false reality."
"I do have common sense you know." I pointed out.
Agatha scoffed, "Barely. Now enough whining and make yourself useful. Grab those boxes over there and load them into the car."
"What car?"
"The car I've had ready for days so that I could get out of this place as soon as I woke you up." She said growing tired of my questions.

Trying not to show to much of my annoyance I did as Agatha told me and took a few boxes upstairs. She transported the rest magically, shoving me every time my pace was to slow.
Her house looked insanely different now that the hex was lifted.
In fact it no longer resembled the home I knew before. My breath stopped though as I caught a glimpse of my own home out her window.
It was all gone, only the plot of the place I'd called home.
"Hurry up." Agatha growled pushing me slightly.
I stayed still, staring at the window.
"It's gone." I whispered.
"Oh that, right, everything went back to normal after the hex was broken. It's honestly nothing to be upset about dear."

But I was upset, Westview had been my home, and that house had been real to me. It was the only place I ever knew and it slowly dawned on me how false my life was. I mean, everything was an illusion. My father, my brothers, even I didn't know what I was and it hurt...more than I'd ever expected it could.
Dropping the boxes I walked slowly to my old home standing in the centre and letting my knees sink to the ground.
I could almost still feel my moms magic filtering through the air.
It was like a cruel joke, a sense of home that had never really been.
I felt a soft hand on my shoulder and closing my eyes I let myself it imagine it was Wanda.
"It's time to go dear." Agatha said, a little softer than before. Even though I knew it was just so she could get me in the car I still melted at the jester of kindness.
"Come..."
Agatha pulled gently on my arm and I didn't fight it, letting her ease me up.
She rubbed my back and turned me away from my home. The home I knew I'd never see again.
Tears rolled softly down my cheeks as I glanced back one last time. As I got into the car and Agatha started the engine I dried my tears.
Westview had never looked so small to me as we drove away and I knew that crying about it would only worsen the pain.
So I sat back in my seat and watched as we passed the town square, the movie theatre and all the people I'd grown up knowing.
I saw Dottie, well Sarah and Norm and Herb. But I realized that I'd never actually known them, just their faces and the characters my mom had made up.
But you couldn't possibly feel this much loss over something that wasn't real, right?
There had to be some part of this reality that was true.
Maybe that part was me?

"What are you thinking?" Agatha asked knowing me better than myself.
"Nothing." I murmured as we drove past Ellis avenue and to the edge of town.
"I don't want to leave." I whispered admitting what I'd been thinking for so long.
"Moving on is life," Agatha said with a somewhat sarcastic tone, "and you shouldn't be sad about something that never really existed."

I look away from Agatha, avoiding her gaze as usual. Everything she was saying was true, like my inner thoughts come out to haunt me.
"So you really lived here as Agnes for a year?"
Agatha nodded, "yes, and believe me it was not fun. You see what your dear old mom forgot to entail was the fact that I'd be trapped in my own mind. Everyday I was forced to watched as my body made involuntary movements and I said things I didn't mean. Torture...."
"That sounds awful..." I sympathized, "but maybe if you hadn't done all those terrible things my mom wouldn't have done that. I mean you left her no choice."
"There is always a choice." Agatha spat, "Wanda knew exactly what kind of cruel curse she was putting me under and did it anyways. Not much of an avenger if you ask me."
I furrowed my brow in confusion.
"A what?" I asked.
"Oh that's right I forgot your from maximoff fantasy land." Agatha said with a mocking grin, "the avengers were a group of so called "hero's" your mother and father were a part of. They claimed to save the world when really they were just a bunch of rich, destructive brats who couldn't even stop a purple grape man form wiping out half the universe."
"Half the universe!" I gasped.
Agatha nodded, "he called himself Thanos,
A waste of power if you asked me. Anyways after he whipped out half the planet including you dear old mom and dad, those other hero's went to the past. I was tracking Wanda for years before Westview and when she came back after the blip I decided to keep an eye out for her. To keep tabs on her if you will."
I nodded my understanding.
"So that's how you knew about Westview in the first place?"
"Yes and no." She replied, "I knew Wanda was creating something powerful form the moment I felt her magic flair up, it wasn't until I arrived here that I realized it was on such a great level."
"So your saying my moms super powerful." I clarified, "And she couldn't take out that Thanos guy?"
"Apparently not." Agnes said with great exasperation. 
"But there are other people like us out there. People with abilities?"
Agatha nodded, "yeah sure, but trust me their really not that interesting, all so moral and dull."
"Their hero's Agatha, just cause your a terrible person doesn't mean you have to talk crap about people who aren't."
Agatha rolled her eyes.
"The world isn't so black and white as Westview." She said, "once you realize that you'll understand that what I've done isn't all that wrong. It's just...morally grey."
"Uh huh, sure it is." I nodded sarcastically. Maybe she's the delusional one.

We turned on the last road, driving towards the Westview sign where the hex used to reside.
This would be it. The end of my sheltered but troubled life, and from what Agatha had told me about all the chaos and super hero's I doubted things would get any easier.
"Goodbye." I whispered as we cross the line, part of me hoping I wouldn't be able to leave.

I didn't notice Agatha's conflicted look as she watched me, or the tears I'd sworn to stop shedding course down my face. All I felt was numb, and I was in the real world now. No more changing time periods, or magically aging brothers, no more Westview.
I would have to make the best with what I had. Agatha, my way to my mother and although I didn't know what I'd do when I got there I did know one thing for certain...Agatha Harkness would not be taking down the Scarlet Witch.