Her Last Hope [~Scarletstrange~]

*Prologue*

Wanda's POV

They are gone.

All of them. Or at least most of them.

I accepted it – tried to accept it. It is difficult to do so.

I lost the people that held a special place in my life. In my heart. I gave a piece of myself to them, like all people do. And like all people do, I lost that piece along with them. 

So I am incomplete. In a way I always was.

I cannot get over that with an incomplete soul and a broken heart. I relized it after a disaster.

I had it good for a couple moths. Moved, got a job, had friends, tried to date. I turned a new chapter in my life and lived it as best as I could for as long as I could. Then it all changed when I found a letter. From Natasha.

A single letter, with a heartfelt message and a simple 'goodbye'. A single letter that broke the wall around my heart and floded me with grief. A single letter that sent me in a spiral. A single letter that caused me to create the hex.

I enslaved Westview. I am not denying it or sugarcoating it.

It was nice to see my friends again but it was also wrong to see them again. They are gone. Nothing can bring them back. No magic, no spell, no man or woman, witch or wizard or sorcerer. No hope, no destiny. At least not without a consequence.

In this case, my case, the consequence was the lives of inocent people living in Westview.

Now S.W.O.R.D. and half the state wants me dead. I lost the life I've built and people I met.

With nowhere to acctualy go, I stayed in a cottage on the edge of a lake somewhere deep in a forest.

'Who can help me?' is a question I ponder a lot of the time.

Stephen's POV

It is over.

The mess is finnaly over.

No Thanos, no threats, no Earth-ending situations, no Avangers to deal with...

That is possibly a less positive thing.

But I have never thought that I'd be able to rest.

I am not Sorcerer Supreme anymore. And sure, with my responsabilities even being just a sorcerer are great, they are nowhere near as important or big as those of the Sorcerer Supreme.

I miss it sometimes. Having that big of a role in the universe. It also gave me a lot of free time wich I had to learn how to fill. I tried hobbies, many hobbies. I went to therapy, god knows I need it. Wong made me go. He says that five years of having my soul and mind of my body drives people to insanity.

I also miss Wong. My best friend. And having nobody else around I do get lonely sometimes.

Despite that, I think I could be happy again.

Actually happy.  

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A/N: not a lot of changes, yet it makes a big difference (I think).