I was in my room at the Avenger compound, dwelling on the past like always these last few months, more like years. I missed everyone, every person we had lost during Thanos which was a lot. But the most painful loss was Wanda. She wasn't even dead, and it hurted more than anything, like a piece of me was missing. The Witch had just disappeared after Vision's funeral. No one could find her, even Clint looked through sky and earth to find her but nothing. Nothing. Freaking nothing.
And then Westview happened and by the time I found out about it, it was over, she had left again. I was running after a ghost, running after someone I could never find and that broke me inside. Why do I care so much about her ? It's simple and maybe foolish, it's because she was my mother figure. When I first arrived at the Avengers compound, it was after the accord when everything was back to normal, I was ten and I was like her when she joined them. Fearful, closed off and ex-Hydra, the perfect explosive combo. She took care of me, helped me through my nightmares, through everything, every emotion good and bad.
I never got to tell her she was like a mother to me, so when she left it was like my heart shattered again, not like it was already broken from all the losses to begin with.
Suddenly, my phone rang making me come back to reality, it was a message from Doctor Strange with a location.
She needs you now, be fast, time is not in our favor. You might be our last hope.
I didn't need more to know it was about Wanda, she was the only "she" I asked news about. I stood up fastly, bolting from my bed and running to put on my jeans and a shirt. I cracked my neck getting ready to go and used my power to teleport myself. For once, I was more than grateful to be ex-Hydra and an experiment.
I arrived at the place, half of it was destroyed, pieces of walls and columns everywhere, dead body and unconscious person on the ground. But what caught my eyes was Wanda. She was so different from the last time I saw her, her costume was strained by blood and burned part, while she had some sort of red crown on her head. Her normally soft and happy expression was drowned by grief and anger. Anger wasn't even strong enough to describe it. It was rage, pure and vengeful rage. She grabbed the unknown girl by the collar of her vest, a blue essence of her power going to Wanda's hand.
I teleported to them grabbing the girl's hands and teleporting her and Strange far away before teleporting back to Wanda taking a deep shaky breath exhausted.
"Please don't do this, I managed to say as my breath calmed down.
- Y/n ? What are you doing here ? She said angry that I had taken the girl away from her.
- What am I doing here ?! What are you ! You left me ! You left me all alone, I needed you ! I screamed at her.
- Do not talk to me that way ! She snapped her eyes flashing a deep red, making me step away.
- You never...you've never raised your voice at me M...Wanda, I stuttered scared.
- Y/n... She said more gently, her green eyes back to be seen. You don't understand, she started to say.
- Understand what ? Grief ? I lost everyone too ! I lost Natasha who basically raised me with you ! Who was here when I cried every night because you were gone, because you were blipped for five years ! Five years ! I...I missed you... And when you came back, you left again. I...I know you needed time to process Vision, I needed time too, to process Nat and Tony too. But...I...I needed my mom, I needed someone to process all of this with. I was still a teenager, I'm still a teenager. And I was hurting so badly and you weren't there... I said my voice breaking.
- What did you say ?
- What do you mean, what did I say ? I said confused.
- You said you needed your mom, she answered, her voice had softened, her face was wrecked by guilt and sadness now. You considered me your mom ?
- Consider, I corrected, making her raise her eyebrow. Present tense, I still do. Even if it broke me to be without you all those years, you'll always be my mother figure. The woman who held me through my nightmares, the one that taught me how to use my power. You'll always be my mother figure, no matter what. I'll always need you.
- You've seen what I've done, who I've become. I'm not who you think I am anymore. So why ?... she said in disbelief.
- Because I love you Mom. You'll always be Wanda Maximoff for me, nothing more nothing less, I said honestly.
- Oh...Y/n, she said so softly I almost didn't hear it."
Her cheeks were stained with tears, all the tension and anger had left her body. She stepped forward to me, gently not to scare me since I had stepped away earlier. I let her approach me, not moving an inch. I trusted her, I still trust her, I always will. She opened her arms and wrapped them around my shoulders, her hand resting on the back of my head pulling me closer to her, while she hugged me tight, like her life depended on it. Without hesitation, I hugged her back. I let my head fall onto the crock of her neck while she held me like she had done thousands of times when I was a kid. And I just broke down in tears into her arms, all this unprocessed grief, all those years of missing her. Her arms around me, made me let it all out, made me let go.
"It's okay Sweetheart, I've got you. I'm so, so sorry for leaving. I promise it won't happen again, okay ? We'll go back to the compound or get an apartment whatever you prefer. I'm never leaving again, I'll always be here for you Y/n. You're my kid, I won't let anyone hurt you ever again.."
