Daughter of a Witch

Part Seven: Power Within

Y/n's life had transformed in ways she could never have imagined. With Wanda and Agatha officially adopting her, she wasn't just an experiment saved by the Avengers anymore. She was a daughter, loved and cherished by two of the most powerful witches in existence. Her own magic had grown stronger under their mentorship, which thrilled her but also left her feeling the weight of responsibility.

It was early morning, the sun barely creeping through the windows of the Avengers Compound, casting long shadows across the hallway as Y/n padded quietly through the kitchen in search of breakfast. The compound was vast, full of towering ceilings and large windows, but lately, it had started to feel more like home.

As she poured herself a bowl of cereal, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Morning, sunshine," Wanda said, appearing at the doorway with a soft smile. She wore a loose shirt and pajama bottoms, her hair slightly tousled.

"Morning, Mom," Y/n responded, still getting used to the word. It had only been a few months since the adoption, but it felt natural now. It felt right.

Wanda moved toward the counter and started making tea, her fingers flicking in a subtle motion as her magic lit up the stove. "What's the plan for today?" she asked, her eyes soft as she watched Y/n.

"Training with Mama later," Y/n said between bites of cereal. "She mentioned something about teaching me to cast defensive wards." A small smile tugged at her lips. "She said I was ready."

Wanda's face lit up with pride. "You are ready. You've been working hard, Y/n. It's not just about the magic-it's about trusting yourself. Agatha's a tough teacher, but she's right-you've got it in you."

Y/n felt a warm glow in her chest. Wanda's praise meant the world to her. It wasn't just that Wanda was her mom now-she was the Scarlet Witch, one of the most powerful beings in existence. Earning her approval felt like an incredible accomplishment.

"Thanks, Mom," Y/n said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "I wouldn't have come this far without you both."

Wanda stepped closer, resting a hand on Y/n's shoulder. "You've done the hard work. We're just here to guide you, but we'll always be here, no matter what."

Y/n nodded, a swell of emotion filling her heart. This-having a family and being cared for-was everything she had dreamed of and more.

Just then, the kitchen door swung open, and Agatha sauntered in, her energy as brisk as ever. "Speak of the devil," Y/n muttered with a grin, catching Wanda's amused expression.

"I heard that," Agatha said with a teasing smirk, heading straight for the coffee pot. "And you're lucky I'm feeling charitable today."

"You're always in a good mood, Mama," Y/n quipped, grinning as Agatha shot her an exaggerated look of disbelief.

"Is that so? Well, you might want to rethink that when we start today's lesson. It's going to be... challenging." Agatha's eyes twinkled mischievously as she sipped her coffee.

Y/n felt her heart skip a beat. Whenever Agatha mentioned a challenge, it usually meant she was about to push Y/n to her limits. But those moments, the ones that tested her strength and will, were what made her better. She had grown to love them.

"I'm ready," Y/n said, straightening her shoulders with determination.

Agatha raised her coffee mug in salute. "That's my girl."

Later that afternoon, Y/n found herself in the training room once more. The air was alive with energy as Agatha prepared the space, weaving a series of complex magical wards throughout the room. Each ward was different-some designed to confuse, others to trap, and a few that were even a little dangerous.

"These wards are subtle," Agatha explained, her sharp eyes tracking Y/n's every move. "The goal is to sense them, then dismantle them before they activate."

Y/n took a deep breath, focusing her mind. She extended her hands, her magic flaring to life as dark pink energy curled around her fingers.

"Trust your instincts," Wanda's voice came from the sidelines, steady and encouraging. "You've got this."

Y/n closed her eyes, tuning into the room around her. The wards were faint, their magical signatures like whispers in the air. Slowly, she moved, her magic stretching outward to find the first ward.

There-just a tiny pulse of energy, nearly hidden. Y/n's magic wrapped around it, unraveling the spell's structure with delicate precision. With a flick of her wrist, the ward dissolved.

"Well done," Agatha called, her voice laced with approval. "But that was the easy one."

Y/n nodded, already scanning for the next. She moved through the room, her focus sharpening as each ward grew more complex. Some required her to use power, while others demanded patience. Beads of sweat formed on her brow as she continued, her determination unwavering.

By the time she reached the final ward, Y/n could feel its power-a dangerous, coiled force waiting to strike. She hesitated, the weight of it pressing against her magic.

"You can do this," Wanda said softly, her voice soothing.

Y/n took a deep breath and plunged into the final ward, her magic colliding with it in a fierce struggle. The ward fought back, its energy wild and unpredictable, but Y/n held firm, dismantling it piece by piece.

For a moment, it felt like the ward might overpower her. But then Agatha's voice rang out, clear and steady.

"Focus, Y/n. You're stronger than this."

With a surge of resolve, Y/n pushed forward, and with a final burst of magic, she shattered the ward, watching as it dissolved into nothing.

The room fell silent, the tension dissipating. Y/n stood, chest heaving, but a satisfied smile spread across her face.

"Excellent work," Agatha said, her voice full of pride. "You handled that like a pro."

Wanda walked over, her eyes shining. "I knew you could do it."

Y/n smiled, feeling a rush of pride. It wasn't just about the magic-it was the trust her moms had in her. They believed in her, and that made all the difference.

As they left the training room together, Y/n felt a deep sense of belonging. She had come so far from the scared, confused girl the Avengers had rescued from Hydra. Now, she had a family, and she was learning more about herself and her magic every day.

"Let's grab dinner," Agatha said with a smirk. "I'm starving."

Y/n laughed, the tension from training melting away. "Sounds good, Mama."

As they walked together through the compound, Y/n felt a warmth settle in her chest. She was home. She had a family who loved her, mentors who pushed her to be better, and a future that finally felt bright.

And as the three of them headed toward the kitchen, Y/n couldn't help but smile. This was just the beginning.