AURORA

She Reminded Me Of You

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Aurora rose to her feet, striding purposefully towards them. Wanda's eyes flicked to Aurora, noticing the ominous glow of dark purple magic swirling around her hands. "Someone has to go... and I'll make the choice," Aurora declared, her voice filled with resolve. She aimed her magic directly at America, who was still holding Pietro and Natasha in a tight grip.

Before Aurora could act, America gently set Pietro and Natasha down, releasing them from her hold. "Detka..." Natasha began softly, her voice pleading, but Aurora cut her off, turning her menacing hands towards Natasha instead.

"You have to go, Nat," Aurora said, her voice hardening with each word. "You don't belong here."

Aurora advanced closer, her expression unreadable, but Natasha refused to back down. "He doesn't belong here either, Aurora! Can't you see?" Natasha's voice was sharp, trying to pierce through the fog clouding Aurora's judgment.

Aurora hesitated, her hands trembling as she processed Natasha's words. Slowly, she lowered her hands, her gaze shifting from Natasha to Pietro, and finally to Wanda.

"Well, someone has to go," Aurora murmured, her tone conflicted, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on her.

Natasha's eyes brimmed with desperation as she stepped forward. "I won't lose you again, Aurora. We never got our happy ending. Please..."

Wanda turned to face Natasha, her expression hardening. "Oh? And we did? I did?" Wanda's voice carried a bitter edge, her anger simmering beneath the surface.

Natasha whipped her head toward Wanda, her eyes blazing. "With a damn robot? Come on, Wanda, you're better than this," she snapped, her voice laced with frustration and disbelief.

Wanda's eyes flashed a deep, menacing red, her anger flaring uncontrollably. She unleashed a burst of chaotic magic aimed directly at Natasha, but before the energy could reach its target, Aurora swiftly stepped in front of Natasha, creating a protective barrier around her.

"Wanda, stop," Aurora said softly, her voice firm yet soothing as she tried to defuse the situation.

"Think about it, Wanda. You knew he could never live forever. He was bound to be replaced someday," Natasha continued, her tone gentle yet filled with reason. But Wanda, still seething, raised her hands to strike again, her magic crackling with intensity.

Before Wanda could release another attack, Aurora caught her hands gently, looking deep into her eyes. The two women locked gazes, a silent battle of wills playing out between them. The tension hung thick in the air as they stood frozen in their stare, neither willing to back down.

After a long, charged moment, Wanda's anger began to ebb, her breathing slowing as she gradually calmed. Aurora, sensing the shift, finally released Wanda's hands and turned to Natasha.

"Natasha, that's enough," Aurora said firmly, her tone brokering no argument.

As the air settled, America approached Aurora, a sense of urgency in her steps. "Aurora, we're running out of time," she warned, her voice clipped with the pressing need to act quickly.

"I'll go," Pietro suddenly declared, his voice steady and resolute. His words cut through the tension, drawing everyone's attention. Wanda spun around to face him, her eyes wide with panic. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling as she shook her head. "Pietro, no."

Aurora, still grappling with the confusing whirlwind of emotions and revelations, could only watch as the situation unfolded. "See? He finally confessed," Natasha murmured, Aurora's confusion deepening.