Their redemption (N.R X W.M X Fem!)

That's because I am...

Previously~
"I have a plan to bring your daughter home by tonight." I stated with determination, there was no way I'm letting my lovers suffer more.
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Y/n P.O.V.

Unfortunately we had to leave the compound and travel to Wanda and Nats house that was located just outside the city, I quickly digested the exterior and interior of the house as we all walked towards the room.

"Is there something she is deadly attached to, like a teddy bear or something in that nature?" I asked the parents, taking a look around Eloras room. It was honestly like a princess had been living here, I could see photos of her and the redhead, others with the rest of the avengers family.

"It's technically not hers but she is extremely attached to it." Natasha said I turned around to see what the object was and froze in place, in her hands was my mask.

Why would Elora be so attached to that horrible thing. I gently took the mask and ran my fingers across until I pressed a small button on the bottom part of it. I hoped it still worked, fortunately it did as I see a hologram starting to appear.

It didn't show my face but it was a recording I had built in before I defeated Thanos, more specifically it was after Natasha found out I knew about the Red Room.

"How did you know it could do that?" Wanda whispered I could see Clint in the corner of my eye slowly reach down to his hidden knife. Before I could answer my voice was being heard from the mask.

"To whoever finds this abomination without a body, please get rid of this. Before you do please let my lovers, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff know that my love for them is unconditional, unexplainable, but forever endlessly.

Natasha, Wanda if you are listening to this always remember I will recognize you women in total darkness. Where you are mute and I deaf,I will always recognize you in another lifetime entirely in different bodies. And in different times and I will love you in all of this, u til the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion."

The recording had stop and the room was met with dead silence, only thing that can be heard is sniffles from not only Wanda and Natasha but from Tony, Clint. I even saw Steve shed a tear.

"I recognized this mask anywhere, it belonged to Y/n Y/L/n, known as the Devil, or was known. Me and her were in the same Hydra base, where we both had to wear masks making us discover that we can communicate with the mask." I answered Wanda's question, not dwelling in the made up past I sat down in the middle of the room and tried to do a similar spell I had done with Morgan.

The dim glow of candlelight flickered in my daughter Elora's room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. I sat cross-legged in the center of the space, the air heavy with a mix of trepidation and determination. In my hands, I cradled an ornate mask, an object infused with magic, a conduit to seek the whereabouts of my precious Elora.

I took a steadying breath, the weight of worry pressing against my chest. The room seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy as I delved into the ancient languages of power. Latin and Greek spilled from my lips in a rhythmic cadence, the words carrying a resonance that echoed with the echoes of spells from generations past.

"Invocatio venti, spiralis animae, te invoco," I chanted, the words a melodic incantation that wove through the air. The mask began to respond, a subtle vibration resonating in my hands as if it held a secret connection to the universe. My fingers traced ancient symbols etched into its surface, the spell taking shape as I called upon the mystical forces.

The strain of the spell was palpable; my stamina draining with each uttered syllable. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, evidence of the intensity with which I pushed myself to bridge the gap between worlds. The room blurred at the edges, the boundaries between the mundane and the magical becoming indistinct.