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"Where are we?" Wanda whispered, dropping my hand and looking around at the nightclub setting.

I shook my head, "I don't know ... but we're massively underdressed."

She giggled and shook her head, turning to me with a smirk. I watched as she flicked her wrist and changed our outfits into small mini dresses and loafer shoes. I looked up with a smirk and stared at my beautiful girlfriend in front of me.

"Magic," she whispered.

"You're pretty magic yourself babe," I smiled, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and walking us out of the small room we were in and into the main body of the club.

Young people danced around us with drinks in their hands. Material Girl was blasting through the club and Wanda pulled us over to the bar, quickly handing me a double vodka and lemonade, throwing back a shot. She leaned her back against my front and looked out over the club to spot our target.

"Is this really the time to be drinking?" I asked, taking a sip anyway.

She nodded, "no better time really."

"What if she's not even here?" I asked, "there is no saying that Y/N is clubbing right now ... what country are we in?"

"Ummm, do you speak English?" she asked a passer-by who furrowed her brows and walked off.

"Russkiy (Russian)?" I asked another girl.

She nodded cautiously, "pochemu (why)?"

"Itak, my v Rossii (so we're in Russia)?" I pushed.

She nodded again, "ty v poryadke, ya dumal, chto videl tebya tam minutu nazad, kogda ty sporil (are you okay, I thought I saw you arguing over there a minute ago)."

Wanda looked up at me and nodded.

"Spasibo (thank you)," I told the girl, Wanda pulling us in the direction the girl pointed.

We moved our way through the crowd and caught sight of a brunette, grabbing the hand of another girl and dragging her out of the club. I nodded quickly and shot the girls from behind, using a small purple ball of energy. Both fell down and one quickly ran off, leaving a very familiar-looking brunette behind. She grabbed a weapon from her back pocket and held it out in front of her, her brows furrowing when she saw who was facing her.

"Kto ty i pochemu ty pokhozh na menya (who are you and why do you look like me)?" she asked.

"English?" I questioned.

She nodded but didn't drop her weapon until both Wanda and I dropped our abilities, leaving all three of us defenceless.

"Who are you?" she asked again.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I sighed.

"Try me," she dared, walking toward us slowly.

"I'm you from another universe. We're the same person but you are what I would've been if I ... what do you do? Why are you in Russia?" I questioned.

"It's classified," she replied.

I furrowed my brows, knowing that answer all too well, "and you're in Russia ... ?"

"For work," she told me, "who's that?"

"Wanda," my girlfriend replied, "I'm dating Y/N- you- her?"

"Wanda," other me repeated, "she's pretty."

"She is," I agreed with a small smile, "you're working for Dreykov? Yes?"

She furrowed her brows and nodded slowly, "how do you know that? Are you widows?"