Marvel Women One Shots

Made for Me

Well, I wrote another one. It's not my favorite. Not sure how many more parts there will be unless you want more, but..

Part 7 to 'You Made Me Care'

Angst

Word count: 1649

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It all seemed to happen in a blur: one moment I was standing with the team facing the love of my life, or the body of her, anyway. The next, everyone was dispersed across the ground, most tortured long after she's seemingly released her hold on them.

I told them not to fight, but they hardly had the chance to, she moved so quickly and did it so viciously.. I hated seeing her this way, knowing this was the farthest thing from her gentle nature.

Her emotions kept flickering back and forth; she'd pass from glee and humor, like she was thoroughly enjoying ripping us all apart.. to rage. She'd seethe from the hurt we caused her; both versions seemingly growing her power, fueling her.

The pain of watching her go through this well over powers any physical pain I'm in right now.

This was a pain I didn't know I could experience; seeing the person you care most for trapped in their own mind as they're forced to rip apart their own family. Them being defenseless to stop it all. The look on her face as she sees the pain and destruction she's caused.

Might as well have ripped out my own heart and torn it to pieces in front of me.

Even Wanda and Thor tried to stop her, to reach her. But it wasn't enough to stop the battle in her mind.

I might be the only one that can reach her. It's worth a shot.

And though I see her trying to beat out the demons holding her mind hostage, it isn't enough. I know she's strong, but they must have completed it; I don't know if she can break it.

Instantly I feel everything she's feeling; the pain from everything she's gone through, everything she's felt these last few months thrown into one. It's too much. I can't even stand.

Then I noticed something different as she looked on while each one of us slowly succumbed to her will; she was still hurt, but this was different; devastation, confusion, regret.. the amount of emotional turmoil rolling around in her, each one taking its turn ravishing her..

She knows.

She knows this isn't her, that she's being controlled. That they are controlling her. 

She knows what they've done. What they did.

The small amount of hope rising in me is squashed when I see that wicked smile return. It beats her again.

She finally comes within reach of me, but I can't do much of anything; I'm useless. And I couldn't hurt her, even when she's like this, even when it isn't really her.

I know now that there isn't anything that can stop them but her. Only she is strong enough to fight them back, to rip them out of her mind. She has to beat them.

And if she can't.. if she can't then we're done; the avengers will have fallen to her power. At the very least I know I may not see another day, I won't see another sunrise or sunset with her. I won't get to see her run around with our kids or watch her dance her heart out completely sober in the middle of our kitchen.