Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Wanda Maximoff: Best Friend's Wedding

Word Count: 2907

There were moments in life where tough decisions had to be made. The impact of those choices would have an irreversible effect on life.

Marriage was one of those tough decisions. Spending the rest of your life with someone you love should be an easier decision. However, nearly 50% of marriages end in divorce.

Falling out of love with someone takes twice as much effort as falling in love with them. The question at hand was if you could wait for the love of your life to fall into that divorce statistic.

Your best friend was getting married. The woman you spent hours on the phone with, the woman who you've held in your arms, the woman that blushed when you looked her in the eyes, was getting married.

Wanda loved Vis. You couldn't deny that. It was in the way she spoke about him. The light in her eyes when he complimented her. The way she bit her lip when he rested his hand on her lower back.

You knew if he proposed, she'd say yes. There was always heavy doubt in your mind that he would ever propose. It was obvious to you that Wanda loved him, but you were less convinced that he loved her.

That's not to say he was affectionate or caring towards her, but there were times when you doubted his motives. There were things that he changed about Wanda, little instances where he corrected something he wasn't fond of.

For example, Wanda had an accent, being from Sokovia. She never had any issues with her accent before him. It wasn't until he commented on it that she started trying to hide it.

He changed a lot of little things that you love about Wanda. She insisted that she was just growing up and that these things happen over time, but you knew it was directly correlated to him.

There was no outward hatred of Vis on your part. You did your best to play the role of Wanda's best friend. For her sake, you treated him like he was a friend. All malice remarks and criticism stayed only in your mind.

However, the closer it got to the wedding, the more your mask slipped. The first instance being when Wanda asked you to be in the wedding. There was a snort of sorts before you declined.

She was taken aback. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Why wouldn't her best friend want to be part of her wedding? You played it off as general scheduling conflicts, stating you wouldn't be able to be as involved as she needed you too.

She didn't let you completely off the hook, playfully demanding that you do a speech. Something that you begrudgingly agreed to.

Going to the wedding was giving you anxiety. You didn't want to fuck up Wanda's big day. It wasn't fair to her that you couldn't get your shit together. You'd be there for her no matter how much it hurt you.

" If it's any consolation, I'd always thought I'd be walking her to you," you stood outside the wedding venue, Pietro's voice bringing you back to the present.

He was wearing a dark blue suit. His shaggy hair was slicked back for the occasion and his face was clean-shaven.

You sigh to hold back your tears," That helps a little, I guess."

He rests a hand on your shoulder," I'm not leaving your side today, okay? I know you need the support."

" Thanks, Piet," the two of you walk into the venue together.

Your eyes took in the details in the venue. It was beautiful, traditional, but beautiful nonetheless. Pietro walked you to the front row, your seat reserved next to his.

You'd be steps away from where it was all happening. Your heart ached, but you smiled and greeted everyone like you were fine.

When the ceremony was about to start, Vis appeared on the altar. He looked plain, black suit, only one piece short of a tacky prom outfit.