"You've been starring at it for a while now," Wanda mumbled from the couch in my room, her head picked up from her book as I stared down at the Darkhold with a shallow breath.
"It doesn't want me to get rid of it," I whispered.
"It's a book Y/N/N," she reminded me.
I nodded in acknowledgment and looked up at her, "you know that feeling you get in your gut when something awful is about to happen?"
Her brows furrowed as she sat up further and searched my eyes.
"Like when that rock sat in your stomach after Sokovia..."
She nodded slowly.
"Every time I try and make myself get rid of it, I get that feeling," I exhaled shakily, "surely it's safest with us."
"We agreed-"
"I know," I cut her off, picking it up and holding it in my lap, "but it contains a cure of every illness either one of us could contract, it has protection spells and enchantments and I have a horrible feeling we're going to need it."
"That's the book talking," she reminded me.
"Is it?" I asked.
"We managed okay before you had it, we'll be okay afterwards," she nodded slowly.
"And what if something awful happens to you and I can't fix it."
"Then it's meant to be Y/N/N, I'm pretty sure rule number one of witchcraft is to not mess with the natural order of things," she added softly, "the fact that this is hard shows just how much you need to get rid of it."
"I can't take it to Strange, I can't do it Wanda," I admitted with a shaky breath.
She let out a shaky breath after me and nodded slowly as she thought, "what about Stark? He can keep it somewhere you're not going to find it and that way there's no pressure of giving it over to the sorcerer supreme."
"And what about when I become the sorcerer supreme? Because apparently that's going to happen when Strange dies, you know it just as well as I do."
"I don't think we should think about that now," she replied slowly.
"This book can break that, I can put a pin in this prophecy and then when the time comes, it'll be the next persons turn," I decided.
"Don't open it again, please," she sighed.
I exhaled sharply and looked back down to the dark book as Wanda walked over and sat opposite me, trying to take it out of my hand as I gripped it tighter.
"Wanda," I warned.
"Babe, you need to let it go," she exhaled.
"It's not that easy," I whispered, my knuckles turning white from the grip I had on it, "I can do so much good with it, I promise I can."
"Give it to me," she sighed.
"I can't, I can't give it to you, I'm sorry," I shook my head.
"Y/N/N," she softened her eyes, "do you not think that this is a problem? The fact you can't even hand it over? It's eating you alive."
"I know I can feel it," I whispered, dropping the book back down into the bed and nodding with a shaky breath, "god, what's wrong with me."
"Can we go to Stark now?" she asked softly.
I looked up at her and nodded slowly, "I've massively fucked up, haven't I?"
She hummed and shrugged her shoulders as she stood up and held her hand out to me to help pull me up, "I can't say you've made the best decisions recently," she answered as I turned to pick up the Darkhold once more.
Biting my cheek, Wanda linked her hand with my free one and gave it three small squeezes before we walked over to the elevator in silence, my heart beating fast into my throat as she basically led me toward Starks lab, the sound of music growing as she looked up at me.
"You've got entry, right?" she asked.
I hummed and nodded, placing my thumb on the pad and watching the automatic door open before she practically shoved me inside as Stark clocked us with furrowed brows.
"Y/N?" he checked.
"Yeah," I exhaled, walking over to his desk as he stopped the music and put his tools down as I dropped the book onto the table in front of him.
"Thanks but I'm not much of a reader," he quipped.
"Funny," Wanda bit back, "we need you to keep this somewhere extremely safe, so safe that it can't be found again by this one."
"Why?" he asked confused.
Wanda squeezed my hand and raised her brows at me.
"It's the Darkhold," I exhaled, looking down at the floor.
"Should I know what that is?" he added with a furrowed knot in his brows.
"It's the book of dark magic, it's probably the most dangerous book in this and every universe," Wanda explained.
"And you have it because???"
"Doesn't matter, she's got it and she needs to get rid of it so please take it," Wanda replied sharply.
"With the mood you've been in recently, I don't think you should be in possession of something that powerful," he muttered.
"This book is the exact reason she's been in a mood," Wanda huffed, "would you just stop being Tony Stark for a moment and see that she cannot be in possession of this, take it and hide it."
"I'm still here right? I think I'm still here," I spoke sarcastically.
"Friday," Stark spoke out loud, looking at me only, "run a full body scan on Y/N."
"I don't remember consenting to that," I raised my brows as a bright light flashes over me and I had to blink away the spots as Stark went back to his computer.
"80% dark magic," he told us emotionlessly, "how much Y/N have we got in there?"
"Not enough," Wanda replied quietly, "take the book."
"That's why you and Nat..."
"STARK," Wanda shouted over him, "take the fucking book."
"You sure you're not the one 80% dark magic?" he scoffed, grabbing the book before quickly dropping it, "Friday, get Bruce."
"No, don't get Bruce!" I interjected, "please don't involve anyone else, the last thing I need is people treating me differently."
"What's the problem?" Wanda asked him.
"Won't let me take it."
"It's a book, what do you mean," Wanda quirked.
"I don't know, it doesn't want me to hold it," he shrugged, grabbing the sleeve of his iron suit and slipping it on like an oven glove to pick it up, "doesn't seem to mind Iron Man though."
"Maybe it's an ego thing," I told him.
"When's the attitude going to drop then?"
"I've always had an attitude," I smiled slowly.
"Oh I'm aware," he nodded slowly with a small laugh, "I'll put this ... somewhere, I don't know where but I'll find somewhere."
"So safe that even Friday can't figure it out," Wanda confirmed.
"Yeah, yeah, I've got it," he nodded, walking off to the other side of his lab.
"As promised go that was pretty lame," she muttered.
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The Prophecy
Fanfiction"I'm not a good person," I told her, my hands on her shoulders, "I've done things you can't even imagine, you don't want to love someone like me." "I can't help it," she laughed out her nose, searching the both of my eyes with a small smile, "I wish...
