You were already in the living room when she showed up, locking the door behind her and checking out the window once more to make sure she wasn't followed. You couldn't help but to notice what she was dressed in, even in this situation of panic.
"Do something different with your hair?" You smirked and she snapped her attention to you while you just quirked an eyebrow, but when she glanced down at herself, it all seemed to click.
"Back from a...different type of mission."
"I mean, you – you look good," You shrugged, and she blushed a bit, "The crown thing is a nice touch, but I don't think I've ever seen your hair curled that way...it's nice."
"Thank you." She smiled shyly and it reminded you of how the two of you were in the beginning, before everything changed.
In the past few months, the two of you had drift apart a little bit. It wasn't either of your guys' fault, but between you grieving a huge loss and missions pulling you guys to work on other sides of the world from each other, it just happened. There was clearly still something between you both, neither of you broke it off or saw other people in that time, and even though it was different when the two of you were alone together, it was still so comfortable. It felt right, like no matter how far the two of you went off in the world, you'd always come back to each other.
"What kind of mission?" You asked and she exhaled deeply with wide eyes, a small smile crossing her lips as she strolled towards you.
"Now really the time?" She mused, gesturing for you to sit on the couch next to her as she took your hands, examining them carefully and then finally landing on your eyes, tilting her head a bit in curiosity, "Well, that's different."
"Georgia pointed it out." You nodded and she cocked an eyebrow.
"Your ex?"
"Can't really call her that," You had a high-pitched voice, making yourself laugh, but she just gave you a look, so you added, "But yeah, I was at the coffee shop."
"When you said you were just going home, but instead," She rolled her eyes, "You went and saw your ex."
You wanted to tease her about how jealous she sounded, but you were honestly a bit offended by these blatantly accusations from the witch.
"I wasn't feeling well so I went to get some tea, damn Max."
She couldn't help but to smile at the name she hadn't heard in a while, but then she frowned when she noted the rest.
"Couldn't make tea here or call me to come over?"
"Wanda, I'm slowly breaking the world and we're really doing this? Right now?" You groaned and she shrugged slightly, so you made a scene of turning to face her straight on, "Okay, to be honest with you, coming back here kind of hit me all at once, so I was going to get some fresh air," You continued and she seemed to be relaxing under the explanation, "Wandered over to the coffee shop I always go to and wanted to get some tea to settle my stomach, so that's when everything went to shit."
"Not because you missed Georgia," She pieced together out loud and you looked at her incredulously before she added, "But because...this place didn't feel...right."
"Yes," You sighed in relief, finally getting the point across, "Now, help me fix it, I freaking beg of you."
"What makes you think I can?"
"You've got the outfit," You traced your fingertips over the gloves, "And since it doesn't look to be easily removed, I think you're more powerful than I've even seen and Max," You leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "I've seen quite a lot."
It was supposed to be a joke, get a laugh out you both to ease the tension of the situation, but she shivered under your touch and you realized you'd made a gross miscalculation in what that would accomplish.
"What was um," She swallowed thickly, visibly flustered, and you felt proud in being able to make her feel that way so simply, "What was the last thing you saw and felt before the first time the world stopped?"
"I was just getting my order from Geor-"
"No," She cut you off gently and put a hand on your knee, looking into the swirling blue of your eyes intently, "The first time you ever used them."
"I told you, I was seven or eight." You mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater between your fingers, and not being able to meet her eyes.
"Y/n." She scolded softly, both of you knowing she wasn't asking what age you were.
"I didn't look into the future until I was a teenager, for my mom," You reminded her, easing into it, "But um, the first time I froze everything was..."
She took your hands in hers and squeezed gently, letting you know she was there for you.
"Hey," She cooed after you didn't continue, "It's okay, you can do this."
"I was at the bus stop, heading home from one of my friend's house on a Saturday evening, but it was December, so it was darker, and this woman, older, maybe in her fifties, was talking to me as she sat on the bench," You scrunched up your face, trying not to get upset, "The bus came and picked me up, but she was waiting for the next one and when I waved goodbye to her through the window, some man came up to her and..." You took a deep, shaky breath, "He tried to grab her purse, but she fought back and then he...shot her."
"Y/n..."
"It all happened so fast, but I screamed 'stop' as loud as I could for the bus driver would hear me and I ran off the bus when it halted," You pawed at your cheeks as tears stained them, "It was awful, but then when I saw the man still standing there, I slowly pieced together what happened and she was still alive, she stopped bleeding out when I halted everything and-"
"Y/n!" Wanda shouted urgently and you snapped your attention to her, but her eyes weren't on you, there were following something around you, maybe behind.
"What is it?" You whispered, fear lacing your voice, and you closed your eyes when she looked to you, almost as scared as you were.
"The walls."
You whipped your head around to see that the one empty, white wall was covered in what seemed to be hieroglyphics or something and they were glowing the same blue that swirled relentlessly in your eyes. You couldn't make heads or tails of what they meant, but when you heard Wanda mumbling something under her breath, you looked back to her, realizing she could.
"It's a branding," She told you, as if to read your mind, "The witch who...brought you back to life in trade for your parents' lives whenever she chose to take them, she must've...Y/n," She looked back to you, peeling her eyes from the wall,
"You need to finish telling me that story."
