Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
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Wanda Maximoff stood in her sleek, modern office at Bugle Publishing, her back to the large windows that framed the New York City skyline. The office, with its minimalistic design and cold, sharp edges, mirrored her reputation in the publishing world: efficient, cutting-edge, and formidable. She paced back and forth, a Bluetooth headset clinging to her ear as she issued orders with the kind of precision that left no room for error.
"No, I don't care how you do it. I need the manuscript on my desk by the end of the day," she snapped, her Sokovian accent slipping out every so slightly, adding an edge to her already stern tone. "If they can't deliver, then we'll find someone who can."
She ended the call abruptly, turning her attention to the woman standing nervously by her desk. Y/N, her assistant of three years, was juggling a stack of papers, trying to keep them from spilling onto the floor. Despite her best efforts to stay out of Wanda's line of fire, today was proving to be particularly challenging.
"Here are the proofs for the new novel," Y/N began, her voice wavering slightly, "and the quarterly reports you asked for... and, um, I think that's everything?"
Wanda's sharp eyes flicked over the documents, instantly spotting a flaw. "Did you double-check the footnotes in the quarterly reports?" she asked, her voice cold.
Y/N hesitated, feeling a bead of sweat form on her brow. "Uh, yes, of course! I mean, no, not yet, but I'll get right on it—"
"You'll do that after you reschedule my meeting with Jameson. I need to speak with immigration," Wanda interrupted, her voice tight with frustration.
"Immigration?" Y/N echoed, her confusion growing.
Wanda let out a sigh, her usually unshakable demeanor showing signs of strain. "Yes. I have a situation to deal with."
As Y/N hurried out of the office, she glanced back at Wanda, who had collapsed into her chair, her eyes distant as she stared out the window.
Wanda Maximoff, the woman who always seemed to have everything under control, was now grappling with something she hadn't anticipated. Her immigration lawyer, Matt Murdock, had just delivered the news she had been dreading: her visa application had been denied, and she was now facing deportation back to Sokovia. Sokovia—a place she had fought so hard to leave behind, a place laden with memories she had buried deep within her.
The thought of returning there was unbearable. Sokovia was a ghost of her past, filled with pain and loss, and going back wasn't an option. But as the reality of her situation sank in, Wanda knew there was only one solution that could keep her here in the life she had built. A solution that, under different circumstances, might have been simple enough. But with the relentless drive that had propelled her to her current position, she had never found the time for such a solution. Nor had anyone ever sparked enough interest to make it worth her while.
