Taught by a Witch | Wanda Maximoff x Female reader

Something Very Strange

"I will explain everything soon," were his final words before unclasping his cloak and letting it fall.

With his Doctor Stephen Strange watched as the Cloak of Levitation swept the two girls off their feet and quickly pushed them into the portal, leaving them to stumble back onto the grass. The cloak whipped back through the portal with one swift motion, returning to his back as he raised his hands again. And just like that, the portal had vanished, and the agent and the witch were gone.

Stephen sighed, saying a silent prayer in his head. This had to work. This was going to work.

"I'm hoping you at least left them with some water," a second voice entered the room, "maybe something to eat... A place to sleep?" His sarcastic tone was apparent as he leaned against the doorframe.

"Very funny, Wong, but this is going to work." Stephen brushed himself off, trying more to convince himself than the Sorcerer Supreme.

Stephen paced slightly, pulling books off the shelves and flipping through them. He really didn't know if this was going to work.

"Where are they now?" Wong watched as Strange silently doubted himself.

"Sokovia. Just far enough from civilization."
Strange answered, barely looking up from the book he skimmed through.

"Wanda's birthplace..." Wong realized. "Do you have any idea the consequences of sending her out there alone?"

"She's not alone, she has Y/n." Stephen corrected him.

Wong shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, "You can't just keep them out there on a hunch. Do you not remember the events that occurred but a week ago?" He said, referring to Westview.

Stephen slammed the book onto the table below him, "It's not just a hunch," his voice clear, "We know nothing about Wanda's power or what it could have evolved to in Westview. Let alone the power Y/n now possesses because of it."

He picked up the book and slot it back into its space on the bookshelf. Stepping forward, he clapped his palms together before pulling them far apart. A glowing image appeared before them; a deep red crack filled with darkened blue and gold strikes that sat deep between patterns of stars and constellations.

"There's still a rift." Strange followed the path of the deep scar in the sky. "I figured that when Wanda pulled her magic from the town it would close the gap... but I was wrong. It only got worse."

Wong listened, his brows together in confusion as he studied the display Stephen had called before him.

"It doesn't make any sense." Wong disregarded, waving his hands so that the magic would disappear.

"I thought the same thing before seeing Wanda use her magic to heal Y/n over the past week." Stephen stepped forward, "there was something there, Wong. A power in Y/n already there before Wanda combined the magic with her own."

"What are you suggesting?" The Sorcerer Supreme questioned, catching on to Strange's words.

"I'm saying, Wanda Maximoff and Y/n Y/l/n are the only ones who truly know what happened in Westview. They are the answer." Stephen crossed his arms confidently.

"And leaving them stranded with no idea where they are so they're forced to work it out is going to achieve that?" Wong quirked his brow.

Stephen's confidence dropped with his expression, "Well it sounds way worse than it actually is when you put it like that."

"Strange...-" Wong rolled his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh of frustration.

"It doesn't matter," he quickly countered the sorcerer's frustration, "Y/n was already trying to leave the second she woke up and well we couldn't have had that could we."

Wong paced slightly to each of the bookshelves that surrounded the room, thinking through every possible outcome of the situation at hand.

It was all so unexplainable. The rift had appeared when Wanda created the hex, but continued to grow bigger even after she had taken everything down. No one was under her control, nothing stayed warped to fit a different era in time, it had all been returned to how it was before the magic. When the town was quiet and calm, and what most people would call relatively boring. It didn't matter though, everything was set back in place and Wanda wasn't using her magic. Right? That said, there was still a rift, and it was only going to get bigger with each moment they remained standing still. Something needed to be done. And Stephen Strange was right, Y/n and Wanda were the answer. He just didn't know how.

"Wanda wouldn't talk about what happened in Westview. Wouldn't even stay long enough for me to even finish the word. It was as if she was so hurt and so... ashamed? Her own mind wouldn't even let her think about it. She needs time to heal away from all of this. Throwing her right back into the magic and the madness again will only make things worse."

"I think..." he paused, "I think if she was going to open up to anyone, it would be Y/n."

Wong stopped rearranging the books he had been pulling out as he thought. He turned back to Stephen, his previously stone expression having fallen into agreement. "What about Y/n?"

"Please, Y/n is as stubborn and headstrong as you can get. Not only that but she is just as closed-off and unwilling as Wanda. They need this." Strange said with a slightly overexaggerated tone as he hinted at a smirk.

Wong let out a heavy sigh that almost dragged into what was almost a laugh. He rolled his eyes at the sarcastic and sure-of himself sorcerer, "This is on you, Strange. Let it be known I took no part in the matter."

"Yeah yeah," Stephen waved him off.

Just before Wong made his way out, Stephen stopped him for a final time. "Listen, I don't know how, and I don't know why, but those two together are a part of this just as much as we are. Probably way more than that. This is going to work."

And as Wong looked back, he really did believe him. His expression changed as the doctor stood before him; hoping to be sure of himself and sure that everything would work out as it was supposed to.

Wong smiled with a nod, "To work then, shall we?"