A spell could contain an entirely different world that has reflective aspects of other ones, but no two are the same and if altered, the course of history would be forever changed.
You were back in your room, surrounded by newspapers, today's, one from last week, and a couple from the previous month – you did a little recycling bin diving – and you were trying to piece things together to get a grasp on this world. This one talked about the Avengers, naming them as heroes who leave quite the destructive path in their wake while fighting off aliens and monsters from other planets that essentially crash land here to exterminate all living things. Of course, these reporters didn't know the details that SHIELD hid from them or stories behind attacks that only the Avengers were privy to, but you were utterly entranced by the motives behind these events.
And it wasn't just the different physical prints of newspapers you had spread across your floor, you had taken notes and opened your laptop to news articles that documented these attacks live or in the aftermath. It was interesting to see the outside take on something so guarded and kept from society in fear of it erupting in chaos. Because if they truly knew what was out there, what people or other beings were capable of, and the types of technology or experiments existed purely inside these walls, they might take advantage – surely, some would, and it could start a massive war on this planet.
There'd be obvious disadvantages for the people on the ground – the masses without the access or wealth to be able to manipulate this newfound information for their benefit or protect themselves, but there were plenty of those who had the means that could destroy earth from the inside out. Sure, there was climate change and poverty, among other massive issues that this money should be used for, but this reality, just like your previous one, feeds off greed and corruption, so it'd only be a matter of time before something like vibranium or one of those stones or even the one thing these people haven't introduced yet to get into the wrong hands and-
"Babe?" Wanda's voice cut through your train of thought and your attention snapped to the door where she was standing, confusion and concern clouding her features.
Because the truth was, you had been locked in your room for almost a week while you panicked, knowing she was out there helping those idiots on dangerous missions – ones you nearly didn't refuse to go on just to keep an eye on her, but she knew your intentions before you thought of them, so it was a lost cause. But now, you were surrounded by old newspapers, frantic, chicken scratched notes about things you couldn't explain if someone asked, about three different laptops that were discarded when Stark updated his own, and you were clutching your phone, mid-scroll on a story about the detrimental aftermath of the last attack – one where the Avengers had beaten Thanos before he could use the gauntlet.
"You're back." You sighed in relief, your heart rate slowing down as you relaxed at this fact, and she slowly came in, shutting the door behind her to sit criss cross on the floor in front of you.
And she looked beautiful.
Her hair was down, loosely curled, and she was wearing the suit that she created with her powers, the helmet still on. You traced your eyes over the details, remembering when she added the headpiece after you told her what you had saw, and smiling when you met her soft eyes, full of care. You hadn't slept or eaten in days, and you felt it catching up to you, but being in front of her right now, you could almost cry.
"What happened?" She whispered, reaching out to graze her fingers over your cheek gently, and you nuzzled into her palm, so she kept her hand there, "Why...?"
You looked down at yourself, her hand slipping away as you did, and then you glanced around at everything you've been doing.
"I don't know." You thought out loud, furrowing your eyebrows with a frown, and she kneeled to take your face in her hands, kissing your forehead.
"Strange said-"
You scowled at the name, rolling your eyes, and she pursed her lips, a bit frustration with how you still haven't grown to trust them like she has.
"You can't just have me in your life," She argued gently, and you pouted, "It's good to have others in your life you can talk to and...trust."
"No thank you," You grumbled, starting to gather the papers, and you both stood before you asked, "Want to get some pizza? 'm starving."
"Please, listen to-"
"No!" You cut her off harshly and she jumped back a bit, so you instantly felt a wave of guilt rush through you before you mumbled, "I'm sorry, Wanda, but he took everything."
"So..." She trailed off and you scrunched your eyebrows, worried she was about to just leave you here to get swallowed up in this shit before she had a hint of a smile when she continued, "Pizza?"
The two of you ended up in the living room, one of the places you felt almost just as comfortable as her room, and you had freshly showered before the food came. You were still pretty tired, but it felt good to be with her again and you kept a neutral expression when she talked about the mission.
Inside, you were boiling.
The point that they'd throw her into these dangerous missions, knowing full well she was new to her power and so much younger than the rest – the rest who, by the way, could've handled this past week from the sounds of it. Why did they need a witch to help places in the world just because Strange or Rogers or whoever was too busy or didn't fucking feel like-?
"Hey," She cooed, her hand on yours, and you blinked a few times to focus on her eyes, her voice, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, just listening."
It was only a partial lie because you had heard everything she said, but half of your mind was occupied with what could've happened or the nerve these people had with using this wonderful girl in front of you.
"Thought I lost you for a second, your eyes were..." She was still smiling slightly, so you weren't worried, and she touched your heart with her hand slowly, in case you didn't want her to, but you didn't move away, "Good, still there."
You laughed, playfully swatting her hand off you until she put it on the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.
"'ve got pizza breath." You grimaced and she chuckled.
"Me too," She kissed you again, "And I've been waiting a week to kiss you, sweetheart, so let's not let anything get in the way."
You hummed, leaning forward to press your lips together again, and she smiled against you before pulling you onto her lap, so you were straddling her. Neither of you were going to go much further since it was a public space, but she didn't seem to care when her hands slid down your sides before curving around your ass, giving it a light squeeze as you deepened the kiss. Your hands were on her neck and face, guiding the kiss, and she loved when you took control of it, enjoying the pace you set, wanting everything and more with you always.
"Hey," You pulled away, smiling as she tried to chase it, and you wiped her bottom lip with the pad of your thumb, her eyes already darkened, "Do you want to...?"
"I'd love to call you my girlfriend, yes." She told you breathlessly, making you raise your eyebrows in surprise.
"I was gonna ask something else, but yeah – that's uh, yeah, that's...yeah." You fumbled out, cringing at the end, but she smiled fondly, chuckling to herself when she realized what you meant.
"Mm," She pretended to think as she moved off the couch and you let out a quiet yelp when she lifted you, probably using her powers so she didn't drop you – extra cautious, this one, but you still wrapped around her like a koala, "But I want that too."
"What? Dessert?" You teased, eyeing the pizza as she carried you to the elevators down the hall, and she laughed before humming thoughtfully.
"Yeah, I'd definitely call it that."
