Letters to the Unknown

Chapter 2- Taste of home

The red wine glistened on the counter as Y/N went through her old house that stood calmly in the centre of Dean Village within the Heart of Edinburgh. She contemplated on what the fuck she was doing with her life. She'd lived within Dean Village her whole life realistically, her strong accent giving it away.

She picked up the deep red wine by the rim of the glass before chugging what was left of the liquid. Y/N wasn't sure if this was such a good idea, but she'd moved all of her belongings over to Queensferry now and gotten herself a cute house within outer parts of the town. It wasn't like she was moving 5000 miles away from her home village.

Running her fingers along the mantel of the fireplace, Y/N felt the cold feeling of it touch her finger tips. It sent a shiver running down her spine, allowing her to shake slightly as she tried to mesmerize every crook and cranny of the house. Her head spun behind her looking toward the open-spaced kitchen that was now empty waiting for new owners to move into it.

Sitting down on the couch she twisted the rings on her finger looking around her slowly remembering the memories drifting through her head. The corner of the sitting room reminded her of when her parents used to dance around the room contently as a child trying to drag her into it. Y/N being the stubborn child she was refused every time.

She remembered looking over at the sofa how she used to make her parents introduce her by her full name, as Y/N hid behind the couch. The young woman used to put on the most chaotic of shows dancing around, singing and acting like her life depended on it. She'd thrived on putting on performances, always requesting and demanding applause even if it was to put it bluntly absolute shite.

The kitchen being the first time she tried to cook with her ex-girlfriend and accidentally blew up the pan, because she couldn't cook a simple pan of sausages... She steered clear of sausage cooking since then. Mind you, she could cook very well now; Y/N's parents ended up nicknaming her a little chaotic chef. It was cute and memorable.

Then there was the table in the distant corner not far from the fireplace itself. She turned to face it, tilting her head as the memories of typing and writing came back to her. Ever since she was a little girl, Y/N adored writing and reading.

Anything from poetry, all the way to writing general fictional stories and little cute letter's to her friends. When her close friend moved to the other side of the world, she jumped at the idea of writing letters to her. Stirring confusion since phone's were a thing, but it was the meaningful purpose of it that mattered to her.

Ever since her parent's bought her a type writer and a bunch of stamps, letters amongst other decorative things as a young teenager, she'd become addicted to it. It was a little like a drug to her, writing poetry, letter's even if they weren't sent to anyone. She missed them dearly.

Her parents, they were smart intelligent individuals. That's why they went to work at Lagos helping out to get things imported there, designing and creating. She'd heard on the news the explosions and the wrong doings.

Y/N prayed everyday they'd come home, but they didn't. They never did. She saw the conspiracy theories of the Avengers being at fault on the news, but chose to ignore it. Well sort of, perhaps they were at fault, she'd never know- there was no point in searching for an answer now, simply for the never-ending knowledge of knowing she won't ever find out.

Shaking her head clear of those thought's, she stretched her fingers around the wine glass looking at it with a curiosity. Well, not for the wine but for whether she should explore her village once more before travelling up to Queensferry. It was the least this place deserved for giving her the fond memories she got to cherish.

Looking around her apartment once more, before putting on her beige trench coat and grabbing the bag with the remainder of her thing's she needed to take.

The moving van had already taken the rest of her shit to Ferry, so she was fine really. She figured if she could spend some final time and just exploring Stockbridge just next to the little village she grew up within. She adored Edinburgh and wouldn't ever change that, realistically. 

Y/N headed to the coffee shop just outside the village she resided at, heading into the cozy café grabbing a Oat-milk latte along with a cinnamon roll she adored from there. The cinnamon Roll's they sold in Stockbridge were always to die for and absolutely was one of her biggest cravings without a doubt.

Thanking the man, she checked the time decided to go back to the village exploring the little museum for one last time before heading up to Queensferry to settle herself in. Y/N took her time exploring each area of the museum, it was lovely seeing the tourists mesmerized by this place, somewhere she was so used to. She supposed if she grew away from the village somewhere else, she'd find this place amazing, well she did but as a tourist anyway.

Y/N finally decided to call it a day within Stockbridge and Dean Village and head up to her new found home. She hoped and prayed it would make her feel just as cozy and welcoming here. She needed a fresh start, because while the house gave her such joy and the village and her hometown gave her the fondness, it reminded her of everything she'd lost on the way.

Being away from all of that, experiencing new things, a new found peace with herself felt like the right thing to do. She hoped she'd feel comforted and a little more free, in challenging herself to get away for a while.

She headed to her car, looking over at the house once more. Y/N closed her eyes, wishing that whoever had the house after her, looked after it the way her family did- she prayed they'd make new found memories and learn to laugh and love within the walls of her old home.

Yet, for now she needed to make her way to Queensferry to approach her new lifestyle. Y/N took a deep breathe before turning the keys in the car ignition and driving away.

Wanda had decided to step foot outside of her cottage to head to the store. She didn't really have much of a choice unfortunately, despite how much she hated mixing socially. She might be on the downlow and hiding from society, but there was no point in doing that if she was going to starve herself to death. Therefore, making sure her little fluff ball was safe, leaving the window open just incase he wanted to leave.

She grabbed her fluffy teddy coat, it was probably the best thing she'd brought since residing in Scotland. Wanda wanted to walk to the stores today rather than drive, besides she liked looking at the scenery. She didn't get this when she was in the Avengers Compound or Tower because well... their locations aren't exactly in the middle of nowhere.

As she walked towards the stores, she noticed a woman driving passed, or at least she was going to. A little strange, nobody really drove up by these parts as far as she was aware due to how isolated it was. If tourists came it was usually directly for a day visit, or staying in a hotel by the main area of town. Wanda lived a little bit away from that for rather obvious and isolation reasons.

Y/N slowed down, eyeing the woman narrowly tilting her head in curiosity. She wanted to ask for directions as her new house was a little further up but she wasn't quite sure whereabouts. As she slowed down the car, she could have sworn the woman's face looked familiar.

"Hi, can I help you?" Wanda asked genuinely looking at Y/N, looking slightly anxious.

"Yeah, I was looking for directions!"

Y/N smiled at Wanda before asking for locations to her address, which Wanda's eyes widened at. She knew nobody had resided there in a decent while, so to see another woman looking perhaps a little younger than herself heading there, filled her with curiosity.

However, there was nerves and anxious building up within her due to in case she discovered whom she was.

She pointed out the directions Y/N needed to take and Wanda smiled at her as Y/N drove away in anticipation to see her new home. As she was driving away however, she nearly hit on the breaks in realisation.

That couldn't have been?

But she knew it was. It was Wanda Maximoff, the Wanda. Y/N knew well enough what she looked like, she had to admit she looked cute with a little fluffy hat on her head. Yet, she was on the run?

As the thoughts pondered through her mind an idea came into mind, one that danced with thoughts of letter's and stamps. She was grateful for Wanda and her work she'd done, but she couldn't reveal it was her. She needed to blend in at first, it was the only way. Letter's type writing and stamps seemed to be an interesting thought after all.