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...
The early morning came and Natasha woke up at the break of dawn. Unable to go back to sleep due to the nightmares she's having based off what happened in her apocalyptic world because of Ultron. She wakes up with beads of sweat that covered her forehead and chest. She then decides to get up and grab a glass of water to try and calm herself down. As soon as she made it to the kitchen and downed a glass of cold water, she heard rustling sounds coming from the outside.
Her initial reaction was to grab the gun she never took out in her pocket. She stealthily walked out of the cabin to check who's possibly lurking outside. After all the events and based on her experiences in the past, she always assumes the worse possible scenarios to all situations.
"You can relax. It's just me." Wanda suddenly voiced out, without even turning her back to face the assassin.
Natasha saw Wanda with a bunch of gardening tools, sitting on the ground, digging up some holes in the soil.
"Wanda? What the fuck are you doing here at 4 in the morning?" the Russian spy rasps, her voice still sounded a bit husky.
"I can't sleep. I tried. So I decided to do some gardening." she smiles.
"Sure. Do some gardening at four in the fucking morning. As you do. Why?"
"I was getting the impression that most people might think that everything I do are no longer real. That everything are just illusions from the imaginations I play in my head. So, I'm trying to change that. Just a small step as an attempt to go back to my old self." Wanda explains.
"I see. So, what are you planting then?" the widow asks.
"Apple trees."
Natasha nodded at the Scarlet Witch who's admiring the apple tree seedlings before placing one in the hole she dug up. The Russian spy decided to help the witch who's trying her best to make a change in her life. So, she grabs a shovel and helps dig out holes for the rest of the seedlings that are lined up next to Wanda.
"So, why Apples?" the assassin asks, breaking the brief silence.
"I don't know. I think I find it poetic after everything that happened recently." she shrugs.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Maybe not now. It still feels a bit fresh. Actually, it still is." the Sokovian replies.
"I totally get it." the widow nods, "I gotta say, you're certainly different in this world." she adds.
"What? Are you about to say that I've changed? Yeah, that's what pain and suffering does to you. You should be the first person to know that." Wanda blurts.
"No, you're right. I know that but that wasn't what I was talking about." the Russian spy said before Wanda tilts her head in question, waiting for the assassin to proceed. "Clearly, stealing my favorite red jacket wasn't enough for you because it seems like you stole my hair color too." the widow smirks.
"I—," Wanda scoffs, as she stops whatever she's doing. Not expecting the commentary from Natasha.
"Your hair was a beautiful auburn when I met you in my world. I'm assuming that it was the same here too. Why'd you change it?"
"I don't know. I don't really dye my hair. They just change based on my subconsciousness. I never really understood why though and when it started. But now thinking about it, I guess you could be the reason why my mind suddenly wanted red hair as opposed to my natural hair color."
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