AURORA

My Natalia

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Aurora had already made up her mind. The universe was teetering on the brink of collapse, and she knew there was only one way to prevent it. The decision weighed heavily on her as she left her house, her thoughts racing with what she was about to do. She texted Wanda and Pietro, asking them to meet her at an old, abandoned house on the outskirts of town.

When Aurora arrived, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before stepping inside. Wanda and Pietro were waiting for her, their anxiety palpable. Wanda's gaze locked onto Aurora as soon as she entered, immediately noticing the redness in her eyes, a telltale sign of recent tears. Wanda approached her carefully, gently cupping Aurora's face as she tried to wipe away the lingering tears. But Aurora, though appreciative of the gesture, stopped her, gently lowering Wanda's hands from her face.

"You know, Wanda," Aurora began, her voice trembling slightly, "I never imagined that I would ever consider working with Doctor Strange, let alone to help him bring you down when you were acting... out of control." She paused, the words hanging in the air as Wanda watched her with growing concern, urging her to continue with her silence. "I quit my dream job for this, Wanda. I lost my powers trying to protect you. I lost my best friend, and I lost a part of Natasha—Yelena—while doing it. In the end, I lost myself."

Wanda's hand instinctively reached out to Aurora again, but Aurora stopped her, gently touching her hand instead. "But despite all of that, I grew close to you," Aurora continued, her voice breaking as tears began to spill over once more. "You made me feel like I mattered, like I deserved a second chance to feel something other than pain."

Pietro, who had been standing quietly to the side, watched the exchange, his heart pounding with fear for his sister. He could see the pain in Aurora's eyes, the conflict tearing her apart.

Aurora drew a shaky breath before continuing. "I'm not going to lie, Natalia was the best thing that ever happened to me." Wanda dropped her gaze to the floor for a moment before looking back up, the weight of Aurora's words pressing down on her. "But I lost her, Wanda. She died saving the world, sacrificing her own happiness for the greater good."

Aurora then turned her attention to Pietro, who was silently pleading with her not to do anything rash. "I didn't even get to say goodbye to her," she said, her voice tinged with regret. "There was no body to bury, no chance to give her the funeral she deserved—unlike you, who at least had that closure."

She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself. "All I'm left with now are the memories and the plans we made for Paris," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aurora looked back at Wanda, who was now openly sobbing along with Pietro. "Natalia was many things," Aurora continued, her voice filled with both sorrow and pride. "She was a criminal, an assassin, a killer, a double agent. But she was also a hero, a sister, a friend... and a lover."

"She's gone, Wanda," Aurora whispered, her voice laced with grief as she gently took Wanda's hands and pressed them to her chest, where her heart was breaking. The gesture was filled with a desperation to convey the depth of her loss, the ache that pulsed within her with every beat of her heart. After a moment, Aurora released Wanda's hands and turned to Pietro, her resolve hardening as she approached him.

Wanda watched in silence, her eyes wide with concern as Aurora drew closer to her brother. "I wanted her to stay so badly, Pietro," Aurora said, her voice rising with emotion until it broke into a shout. "She was my heart, goddammit!" The rawness of her outburst echoed through the empty house, reverberating with the pain she could no longer contain.