Multi-Fandom Oneshots

Raging Fire- Wanda Maximoff

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You knew Wanda was different from the day you saw her fingertips tainted a sickly black. At first, you were worried she was sick— never did you think she'd been meddling in magic she shouldn't have. This wasn't the Wanda you knew, the Wanda you loved.

She's been hellbent on keeping you safe, though as of now, the only threat to your safety is Wanda herself, but you know her well enough to know she won't see it that way. Not until it's too late.

And, in all seriousness, you can't blame her entirely for what she's doing. She's already lost her twin, her first love, and the possibility of a life with Tommy and Billy. She's scared of losing you, just as you are her.

But the way she's doing it is beyond comprehension— taking a child's power in order to jump between multiverses unbothered in order to keep you alive and bring Tommy and Billy into your lives.

You love Wanda with your entire soul, but you can't let her kill anyone— let alone a child— to keep you safe from dangers that don't exist and, as painful as it is for you to say it, children that don't exist.

Wanda hovers in front of you, hurt and betrayal written across her face as you stand protectively in front of America.

"I'm doing this for you!" she exclaims. "I'm doing this to keep you safe!"

"The only threat to me is you, my love," you tell her gently. Her face crumbles slightly before solidifying into anger.

"When all of this is over, you'll see. You'll see," she promises.

And then America is suspended by Wanda's power, ready to be sacrificed.

"Wanda, stop!" you cry, running toward her. Before you can try to talk her down once again, a dark, protruding figure lands, enough darkness emanating from it to make you step back. You look closer, alarmed to see a zombified Strange surrounded by what looks to be damned souls as wings.

"Dreamwalking. You hypocrite!" Wanda shouts, walking forward and shooting out toward Strange. He curls his soul wings protectively in front of him, absorbing the blast as faces eagerly drink up her power. He stands taller, and you can't help but be disgusted by his appearance.

"This time it's gonna take more than killing me to kill me," Strange says. Despite the stakes, you can't help but raise an eyebrow at his horrible line. Wanda tries to take him down again, but he evades, shooting his wings toward her, which dissipate into dozens of souls. They circle around Wanda, taunting her, calling her a murderer. You step out from the debris you were hiding behind as Wong pulls himself up from the ledge. Strange looks back at him.

"I don't even wanna know!" Wong assures. Strange looks back at Wanda and pushes the souls upon her further, and your heart leaps into your throat.

"Strange!" you call, stumbling forward.