The Scarlet Witch: Enemy of the Nexus

The Visit

It was a quiet morning as you and Wanda prepared your lunch, a synchrony that only years of harmonious marriage can explain. You were humming to the song that was playing on the radio, trying not to cut your fingers off as your eyes were glued to your wife's swaying hip as she stirred something in one of the pans on the stove.

"Will those carrots be ready for me in time, darling?" Her voice sounds, laden with teasing, her back still turned to you.

"What, you can read my mind now?" You ask back in a playful tone, blinking a few times as you stop staring at her ass so bluntly, and the brunette lets out a hearty giggle.

"For the record, I always could." She turns to you to say, an eyebrow raised. "But I don't need that when I can't hear any noise of your knife moving."

You let out a soft chuckle at her watchfulness, shaking your head lightly in amusement. "Not my fault you're so distracting." You defend yourself good-naturedly, but before you can go back to chopping the vegetables, your wife's hands hold your face, pulling it towards her. Her smirk meets your own gently, and you let go of the knife to hold her by the waist, pulling her closer to you. When you were about to deepen the kiss, a weird noise caught your attention.

The two of you exchange curious glances at the squeaking noise, such as an energy field or loose electrical wires. When you approach the window, however, you notice it's neither. On a dark purple metal platform are two women whom you know well. But you have never seen either Jean or Raven using such a strange device. The two women step off the platform, looking around cautiously. And when the metal piece disappears with the same strange noise, you frown. "Stay here."

You don't wait for Wanda's response to start walking, and the brunette watches you move to the door that leads to the back garden with her arms crossed in front of her chest, her eyebrows furrowed, full of concern. When you pull the wood piece open and step outside, the brunette takes her attention back to the window, to the backyard where the two women, attracted by the sound, turn their faces to you.

"Jean?" Your question is uncertain as you stare at the redhead, hesitant. But the girl's expression breaks into a smile as her eyes fill with tears.

"Y/n!" She lets your name out in a sob as she runs to you, wrapping her arms around your neck tightly. You frown in complete confusion, but you hug your friend back anyways, your arms around her middle. You look at Raven for some kind of explanation, but the blonde girl just casts you a sad smile, opting to stay a bit far.

"Thank god. You're alive." Jean says cheerfully as she pulls away, her hands on each side of your face, and you're suddenly feeling very awkward at the whole situation, not really knowing what to say or do. Your wife, who watches the scene attentively from the kitchen window, is not liking it at all either, and clenches her jaw as she follows the steps you took a few minutes ago.

You laugh with confusion. "What? Of course I'm alive, what the hell are you talking about? Are you okay?"

"Jean? What a lovely surprise." Wanda's voice sounds from the door before Jean can answer your questions, her eyes cautious. The redhead pulls away from you immediately at the sight of the other woman, looking a bit disappointed, which only makes you more confused.

"I'm afraid that's not the case, Wanda." Your friend tells your wife with a sad smile, and you frown with concern.

"What's going on, Jean? Are you alright?"

"I'm not your Jean." She tells you softly, and as your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Your wife raises hers in disbelief, her head tilting slightly, "Their Jean?"

"I-I mean, the Jean you know." The redhead rushes to explain, her cheeks red from embarrassment. "I'm from another universe." The information sends Wanda's jealousy away with the shock, and you widen your eyes at the revelation.