About You

Celestials

"Have you figured it out yet?" he asked, sitting opposite a floating chessboard in the middle of space.

"What- I'm so confused," I replied, moving towards him and sitting opposite.

"Are you going to play?" he questioned, pointing towards the pieces that were positioned on top of the board.

I nodded hesitantly and moved my first pawn, "who are you?"

"That you'll have to figure out for yourself," he said.

"I don't have time to figure out your riddles, the team is falling apart, and Wanda and I are trying to figure out what to do with that and I- I don't even know where to start," I explained quickly.

"You do," he whispered, "I think you know exactly where to start ... you were close before Stark stopped you."

"So, it's got something to do with my abilities?" I inquired.

He shrugged his shoulders, "where did they come from?"

"The power stone?" I answered.

He nodded, "I'll see you soon Y/N."

"NO WAIT."

"Hey," Wanda croaked, placing her hand on my back, "are you all right baby?"

I nodded and ran my hand through my hair, "I had another dream, it was the same b-but it wasn't?"

"With the same person?" she asked.

I nodded and turned toward her, "I don't know who he is."

"Can I have a look?" she questioned.

I hummed and lay back down on her chest as she pushed her abilities out of her fingertips and entered my mind. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, thinking back to my dream. When her hand was placed back on my arm, she looked down at me and furrowed her brows.

"I recognise him," she whispered.

I picked myself up and looked down at her, "who is he?"

She shook her head slowly, "I don't know, I just- I recognise his face, I'm not sure where from though ... he's powerful."

I nodded in agreement, "I can feel his power when I wake up, I can still feel it now; coursing through my veins."

"Wait," Wanda exclaimed, standing up in my shirt and grabbing a few books off her bookshelf, "flick through this one, I think the chessboard might be significant."

"Significant how?" I asked, still half asleep.

"Do I look like Bruce Banner, I dint know," she giggled, "just have a look, it can't hurt."

I ran my finger over the cover of the book she handed me and furrowed my brows, "where are these books from?"

"Um I- I may have- it's a long story," she stuttered.

"Wanda Maximoff, did you steal these books?" I smirked.

She scrunched her nose and shrugged her shoulders, "call it permanent borrowing. They have some um- spells in and I wanted to practice."

"So, they're magic books?" I asked with an air of disbelief in my words.

She nodded and looked up, "don't give me that look, you have magic in your blood Y/L/N."

I hummed and flicked to the middle of the book, reading a page on a book called The Darkhold, there was an image of the most important page, and I looked up at my half-asleep girlfriend, tying her hair up and then back down to the book and then back up.