Following the events right after 'The Multiverse of Madness 'and 'What If', the Scarlet Witch and Black Widow somehow gets a second chance. Or is it the third? Who knows how many chances in life are given to both Avengers at this point? Both women f...
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Wanda Maximoff accepts her fate, she realizes what she has done and what kind of monster she has turned herself into because of her delusions along with the temptations of the Darkhold. There's nothing left to do but to destroy the Darkhold in every single universe to save any possible victims like her that could be tempted by the book of the damned.
And her with it...
Who knew that the only person that could actually talk some sense into her was herself from another universe? Strange was right, she never had kids to begin with and no matter how painfully real it felt, they were all just fragments of both her pain from losing Vision and dreams she wanted for herself that can no longer come true. But she gets it now, that in this universe, a happy ending is not in the cards for her. She's just a weapon, a dangerous mystical creature who used to be human. She doesn't even remember how it feels to be human anymore. Someone quite sane and normal. After all the people she lost in her life, she's really just an empty body with a lost soul and powers that can't be used to bring the people she loved back to life.
Useless powers. What's the point of magic then? The only thing left to do is to end all suffering and that's just to simply disappear forever. She knows that she deserves it anyway. After all the people she murdered and pained just to have the kids she never bore in her own womb.
She waits as America and Wong transports themselves back to Kamar taj before disseminating Wundagore. A throne to worship her dark magic, the physical sign showing that she really has turned herself into the actual devil walking the face of the earth. Just as soon as she watches America and Wong enter the portal they have created, she takes one last glance at the dream walking body of Strange. He nods as a goodbye to the Scarlet Witch before everything in the ancient throne started shaking vigorously.
Everything crumbled around her, she closes her eyes as she savors the bittersweet feeling of the last seconds left in her life...
"Finally... peace." she whispers.
The same peace she felt when she was being banished in the blip, right after losing the love of her life. The sweet escape.
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** And then there was one...
The watcher glances at the broken Black Widow who has nothing left to return to. The first and last fight of the Guardians of the Multiverse has ended. The redhead looks at the door and watches as Captain Carter disappears from the bright light, towards her own world who she still has actual people to return to. She can't help but feel a hint of jealousy.
"I'm not walking out that door. My world is..." the redhead takes a deep breath before continuing, "Gone... You won, but I lost."
The watcher's heart breaks even more for Natasha. How can't it? It wasn't her fault why her world crumbled to pieces, burned to the ground with nothing left but ashes. She lost everyone in her life, no... not just in her life, everyone in her world is gone... You can't really blame her if she resents him.
The watcher attempts to explain himself, "I cannot in—,"
"Interfere?" the redhead cuts him off, "Yeah, I know. We're just stories to you. We're not real. You watch us fight, win, lose. Tell me, did yo— did you make popcorn while Ultron murdered my friends and burned my world to the ground?" she snaps, her anger surfacing all her other emotions like oil and water. Both of her fists are balled up to her sides.
"You are more than that to me." he mumbles.
"Are we?" Natasha questions.
"You, your stories, they are everything to me."
"Then fix my world." she begs, she knows it isn't possible but she seeks even just a little bit of hope she may or may not have anymore.
"I can't, Natasha."
She masks the pain when she heard the very predictable verdict of the watcher. Relentless to not go back to a world that has zero life, she stares at him straight in the eyes and replies, "I'm not walking through that door."
"Well, the door was more of a metaphor anyway." he says. **
He raises his hand and in just a blink of an eye, everything changed from a warm cozy bar to a blizzard storm with nothing but trees, mountains and snow. Natasha shivers from the cold and grows confused even more. She's aware that her world was dark and cold but this... this is different. It's freezing cold but it isn't dead.
