[𝟭.𝟯] 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 ➣ {𝕛•𝕓•𝕓} ❘ [𝖒𝖛𝖔𝖒 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

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"I'm not here to talk about West view," Stephen raised his brows when Wanda began apologizing for her actions in the past.

Wanda frowned at him, "Then what are you here for?"

"We need your help,"

Both of them began to walk forward together.

"With what?" Wanda questioned, her accent peeking slightly.

"What do you know about the Multiverse?"

"The Multiverse," Wanda repeated in thought, "Vis had his theories. He'd often discuss them with Y/N," a faint fond smile appeared on her lips, "He believed it was real and dangerous,"

"Well, he was right about both," Stephen nodded, "We found a girl who can somehow travel across it, but she's being pursued,"

"Pursued by who?"

"Some kind of demon. One that covets her power for itself,"

"Ah,"

"We've taken her to Kamar-Taj, and we've got our defenses, but we could use an Avenger,"

"There are other Avengers," Wanda gave him a look, not wanting any part of his problem.

"Yeah, but given the choice between the archer with the mohawk and several bug-themed crime fighters, or one of the most powerful magic-wielders on the planet—" both of them exchanged a small chuckle, "—it's an easy call,"

"Come to Kamar-Taj," Stephen added, "It'll get you back on the lunch box. And in case you know where Y/N is? We could use her help too," he stated, "Anya's been trying to reach to her,"

Wanda jerked her head to the side in thought, "What if you brought America here?"

"Here?" Stephen slowed his steps.

"Yeah. I know what it's like to be on your own, hunted for abilities you never wanted. Y/N knows that too," she said, "And Y/N and I can protect her,"

When Stephen finally stopped dead in his tracks with her words, Wanda noticed that he wasn't following behind and raised her eyebrows in questioning as he shook his head in disappointment.

Wanda winced at her own tongue slip, "You never told me her name, did you?"

"No," Stephen's tone was no longer friendly, but firm.

"Mm," she nodded to herself.

"No, I didn't,"

"You know, the Hex was the easy part," she let out a weak sigh, "The lying, not so much," 

She raised one hand in the air and flicked her wrist, red mist protruding out of her fingertips and covering the entire forest and cabin with it like a wave, revealing the true appearance of everything around her and herself. The apple trees were shed and bent in all angles, giving a creepy aura to it. Her clothes changed from an old flannel shirt to her Scarlet witch attire, but it seemed more black.

Stephen then noticed the hovering book standing a few feet away from him and Wanda and he frowned at the sight of it, "The Darkhold," 

"You're familiar with the Darkhold?" Wanda inquired him.

"I know it's the Book of the Damned, and that it corrupts everything and everyone that it touches," he gave her a scrutinizing look, "I wonder what it's done to you,"

"The Darkhold only showed me the truth," Wanda answered, "Everything I lost can be mine again,"

"What do you want with America? What do you want with the Multiverse?"

Wanda examined him and stayed silent, "You know after the Hex, all I remembered was feeling completely alone. Until I realized, I wasn't," her mouth twitched into a small smirk.

Stephen felt an overlap of whispers in his head and he looked around in alarm, groaning in pain.

A cloud of green collapsed next to Wanda, who didn't flinch away and the next second, you rose from the mist, glaring at the sorcerer. You were in your Sage witch attire, with the headpiece resting perfectly on your head. Like Wanda, your suit was too mostly dark, tainted by the Book of Sins.

"If you had taken the bait, things would've been easier," you drawled out the words in a bored tone.

"It would," Wanda sighed, feigning regret, "And to answer your question, Stephen Strange. I'm going to leave this reality and go to one where I can be with my children,"

"Wanda, your children aren't real," Stephen shook his head at him, "You created them using magic,"

Wanda side-glanced at you, "That's what every mother does,"

She walked closer to him, "If you knew there was a universe where you were happy, wouldn't you want to go there?"

"I am happy," Stephen insisted, although the words felt foreign on his tongue.

You rolled your eyes at him, "We know better than most what self-deception looks like,"

"What you're doing is a flagrant violation of every natural law," Stephen looked from you to Wanda, "And if you take that child's power, she won't survive,"

"We don't relish hurting anyone, Stephen," Wanda snapped, glaring up at him and then commenced pacing around him, "But she's not a child. She's a supernatural being. Such raw power could wreak havoc on this and other worlds. Her sacrifice would be for the greater good,"

"Well, you can kiss the lunch box goodbye, 'cause that's the kind of justification our enemies use,"

"Is it the one you used when you gave Thanos the Time Stone?" Wanda retorted sharply, turning away from him.

"You gave up the Time Stone to Thanos. And got dusted away, escaped the pain, the guilt. The blame," you dragged the words and locked eyes with him, scowling hard, "But I lived through it, I was forced to live through it. Live with the painful reminder that I lost everything I ever loved. And that I let them down," a tear rolled down your stone-cold expressionless face, "Do you what that can do to a person?"

"That was a war, and I did what I had to do," Stephen defended.

Wanda watched him for a few seconds, "You break the rules and become a hero. I do it, and I become the enemy. That doesn't seem fair,"

"Last time you gave up the Time Stone," you resumed, gritting your teeth together, "This is time, you cast a spell that took away my children,"

Stephen blinked at your cluelessly, "Y/N, I didn't know—"

You didn't let him speak, "Of course, you don't,"

"—I'm sorry—"

"'You're sorry'?" You let out a mirthless laugh that felt too natural, "You took everything from me," you snarled, barely holding yourself together, "What makes you think I'd forgive you, Strange?"

Stephen turned to Wanda, breaking eye contact, "What happens now?"

"Return to Kamar-Taj and prepare to hand over America Chavez by sundown," she ordered in a calm voice, "Peacefully. After that— You'll never see me again,"

You and Wanda began walking away from the man when he called out, "And if we don't?"

"Then it won't be Wanda or Y/N who comes for her," Wanda sneered dangerously, "It will be the Sage and Scarlet Witches. And I don't think you're ready for that," 

You scowled at him in utmost hatred. Stephen almost felt uncomfortable under your strong gaze, but he managed to hold his ground. 

"I'm warning you, Strange,"

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