finding wanda: a tale of discovery and trust

"goodbye Wanda,"

I couldn't believe my eyes as I stared at my mother, who was now holding out her camera and hitting the play button. "Mom, stop recording!!" I practically shouted, as I rushed forward to try to stop her. But Wanda quickly grabbed me by the waist, pulling me backwards into her embrace. My back pressed up against her chest as I struggled to break free, yet I couldn't escape her grip.

As Wanda held me tightly, her fierce glare directed at my mother. "What do you want from us?" Wanda barked, her voice filled with anger.
My mother, refusing to back down, retorted, "Let my girl go!"

Wanda, her teeth clenched in frustration, shot back, "She’s our girl now. You had your chance."
My mother shook her head stubbornly, clearly refusing to give up. Meanwhile, her phone was still recording us, a clear indication of her plans to expose the presence of the Avengers among the ordinary people.

As we desperately tried my mother to stop recording, we tried everything. from offering bets to pleading with her, but nothing seemed to work. We were determined to prevent her from capturing any footage that might reveal their privacy and where the avengers lived.

With a sly smile on her face, she continued to film, not taking our efforts seriously. "We are currently located in the vicinity of Mansert Town, and I have none other than the legendary blackwidow and spiderman here with me," she declared, her phone still pointed at us, capturing every moment.

As I broke free from Wanda's hold, I dashed towards my mother, heart pounding in my chest.
"YN, no!" Wanda's stern voice echoed through the air, but I ignored her plea and continued running towards my mother.

I reached out for her phone, but she held it tightly. Frustration was across her face as she snapped at me, "What the hell, Yn? We've always cared for you, and this is how you show your gratitude?"

My mother's response had triggered a wave of anger and frustration within me. "You and dad sure have a funny way of showing it," I retorted, my voice laced with anger. As she switched off her phone, I could sense her unwavering determination to share the content. "What would it take mom? Please...what would it take for you to not publish it?" I pleaded, my voice quivering with a mix of fear and anger.

After a moment of silence, I stared down at the floor, lost in thought. Wanda, noticing my distraction, grew concerned and softly called out my name.
"Yn...," she started, her voice filled with worry. It was  clear she saw i had an idea she wasn't going to like.

I didn't respond right away. Instead, I turned to my mother, who was observing the scene quietly.
"What if...," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, as I finally dared to look back at Wanda. I met her gaze, her eyes filled with wonder and concern, she didn't even had to read my mind to understand where I was going with this. "Yn, no...no," she pleaded.
Wanda's lip trembled. Before she could stepp towards me, I finished my sentence. "What if I come with you," I quickly said to my mother. A tear rolled down my cheeck again. Wanda stopped in her tracks as soon as I said it, and closed her eyes, wishing I would've never suggested it.

My heart was pounding, on the verge of despair. But with the threat of my mother publishing the video I knew there was no other choice. Despite the clear lack of maternal affection she held towards me, I was still taken aback when she simply nodded in response to my question. Searching for reassurance, I asked anxiously, "If I come with you, you promise you will delete that video? You will leave the Avengers alone, right?"

She nodded. As my mother's words echoed in my ears, I felt my heart shatter into pieces. "I could use a house cleaner" she said, her tone cold and distant. Her words felt like a dagger through my chest, as if she no longer saw me as her daughter at all, let alone someone to be proud of.

Over the years, I had known that she preferred my brother Lucas, that she had never been particularly fond of me. I didn't even look like her. Nor dad, but her words stung like a thousand needles, making me question my worth even more.

"Alright, then come with me," she said as she turned around. I followed her but stopped as soon as I heard Wanda's voice, commanding me to stop.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart suddenly racing as Wanda's voice called out, stopping me in my tracks. My body instinctively turned back towards her, and without a moment's hesitation, I rushed back into her arms.

I hugged her tightly, almost desperately, closing my eyes as I buried my face into her shoulder, drowning myself in her scent. I absorbed every bit of her presence, savoring the feeling of her embrace, knowing that this moment might be fleeting.

"Dont go, my sweet sweet girl," wanda pleaded.

Wanda held me tightly, as if trying to keep me there forever. Her tears mixed with mine as we both knew deep down that this was goodbye. Wanda gently pressed her lips against my head, whispering the word "please" repeatedly, begging me not to leave.
"I don't want you to go," she murmured, her lips never leaving my hair.

Her arm wrapped around me, holding me impossibly close, as if she could keep me safe from whatever awaited me. As she stroked my hair, I could feel the love and despair in her touch.

As I pulled away from Wanda, the feeling of her embrace lingering on my skin, I looked into her eyes and spoke, my voice cracking with emotions. "I love you, mom," I whispered, the nickname slipping out effortlessly, as if it had always been there. Like it belonged to her.

Without waiting for her reaction, I swiftly turned around and ran over to my mother, not daring to look back.
Tears streamed down my face as I followed her home, the weight of the uncertain future pressing heavily on my heart. This was the first time in my life that I felt completely broken.

Knowing it might have been the last time I will see Wanda, I turned around once more, only to see natasha comforting Wanda tears streamed down her face