Daughter of a Witch

Part Four: The Bond Grows

Six more months had passed since Y/n began magical training with Wanda and Agatha. In that time, her control had improved dramatically. What was once chaotic and dangerous had become something Y/n could summon at will, guiding her magic with precision and power. Still, there were moments of doubt, days when her past with Hydra came rushing back like a dark cloud, but with Wanda and Agatha by her side, Y/n was slowly learning to push through it.

It wasn't just about magic anymore. Y/n had started to feel something more profound-a sense of belonging, of family. Wanda and Agatha weren't just her mentors. They had become her closest confidantes, the people she turned to when she couldn't sleep, when her nightmares haunted her, or when she needed someone to listen. In them, she found comfort she never thought she'd have again.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting training session, Y/n sat in her room at the Avengers Compound, staring out the window. The sky was painted orange and pink as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the horizon. She could hear the soft hum of the compound in the background-the murmur of voices, the distant sound of someone working out in the gym. It was peaceful here, yet Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that tugged at her heart.

A soft knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts.

"Come in," she called, turning away from the window.

The door opened to reveal Wanda, her expression soft but concerned. "Hey," she greeted, stepping inside. "Mind if I sit?"

Y/n shook her head, gesturing to the space beside her on the bed. "No, of course not."

Wanda sat down, her eyes scanning Y/n's face. "You've been quiet today. Something on your mind?"

Y/n sighed, leaning back against the headboard. "I don't know. I guess I've just been... thinking."

"About what?"

"Everything," Y/n admitted. "Hydra. My powers. You and Agatha." She paused, her fingers tracing the pattern on her bedsheet. "I just... I don't know where I fit. I feel like I'm caught between who I was and who I'm supposed to be."

Wanda nodded, understanding flashing in her eyes. "That's a difficult place to be," she said quietly. "But you don't have to figure it out right now, Y/n. You've come a long way already."

"I know," Y/n replied, her voice small. "It's just... some days, it feels like it's never enough. Like I'll never be able to escape what they did to me."

Wanda's gaze softened even more as she reached to take Y/n's hand gently. "You're not defined by what Hydra did to you," she said firmly. "You're more than that. You're strong, Y/n. You've proven that over and over again. And you're not alone in this."

Y/n blinked, and a lump formed in her throat. "I know," she whispered. "It's just hard to believe sometimes."

Wanda gently squeezed her hand, brushing her thumb over Y/n's knuckles. "I get it. I do. After everything that happened with Pietro and with my powers, there were days I felt the same way. But Agatha helped me through it, and we'll help you, too. You're family now, Y/n."

The word "family" hit Y/n like a wave. She hadn't thought of herself as having a family-not since Hydra had taken everything from her. But Wanda's words filled her with a warmth she hadn't felt in years.

"Family?" Y/n echoed softly, her voice thick with emotion.

Wanda smiled gently, her eyes warm. "Yeah. Family."

Before Y/n could respond, the door creaked open again, and Agatha stepped into the room, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Am I interrupting a heart-to-heart?" she asked, though her tone was playful.

Wanda rolled her eyes but smiled. "Always," she teased.

Agatha chuckled, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorframe. "Well, I couldn't help but overhear you two getting all sentimental. So, I thought I'd add my two cents."

Y/n looked up at her, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Oh? What's your two cents?"

Agatha smirked, pushing off the doorframe and walking over to stand by the bed. "My two cents is that you're doing fine, kid. Better than fine. You've come a long way, and we're proud of you. Wanda's right-you're family now. And in this family, we stick together."

Y/n felt a lump rise in her throat again, but it wasn't from sadness this time. It was from the overwhelming sense of belonging, of being accepted.

"Thanks," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," Wanda said softly. "We just wanted you to know."

Y/n glanced between Wanda and Agatha, her heart swelling with gratitude. They didn't have to do any of this-they didn't have to take her in or care for her the way they did. But they had. They had given her a chance, a home, and a family.

She blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over, nodding as she tried to find the words. "I... I'm fortunate to have you both," she said, her voice shaky but filled with sincerity.

Agatha's expression softened as she placed a hand on Y/n's shoulder. "We're the lucky ones, Y/n."

The next few weeks passed in a blur of training and quiet moments spent with Wanda and Agatha. Y/n's powers grew stronger, her control becoming more refined each day. But it wasn't just her magic that was increasing. Her bond with Wanda and Agatha deepened as well.

One night, after a particularly intense training session, Y/n sat in the compound's common area with Agatha and Wanda. The three of them were sprawled out on the couches, a sense of calm settling over the room after the day's exertions.

"I think you're finally getting the hang of this," Agatha commented, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she sipped her tea.

Y/n laughed softly, leaning back against the cushions. "Maybe. It's a lot, though."

Wanda smiled at her from across the room. "You're doing great, Y/n. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Y/n glanced between them, and a sudden thought occurred to her. "Can I ask you both something?"

"Sure," Agatha said, setting her cup down. "What's on your mind?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Why are you doing this? I mean, why are you helping me? You didn't have to, but... you did. Why?"

Wanda and Agatha exchanged a glance before Wanda spoke, her voice soft but steady. "Because we see something in you, Y/n. Something special. And because you deserve a chance to live your life, to be free. You deserve to have a family that cares about you."

Agatha nodded in agreement, her expression serious. "And because, let's face it, kid-we've gotten pretty attached to you."

Y/n blinked, her heart swelling with emotion once again. "You've... gotten attached to me?"

Agatha smirked. "Don't get all sentimental on me now."

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. "I won't."

But even as she laughed, she couldn't help but feel a warmth settle over her. They cared about her. She reread for the first time in a long time; Y/n felt like she had found her place.