"A greater woman stays cool, but I howl like a wolf at the moon. And I look unstable, gathered with a coven round a sorceress' table. A greater woman has faith but even statues crumble if they're made to wait."
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Wanda's POV
"Miss Maximoff, you're back," Fury welcomed as he opened the doors to SHIELDS underground facility.
"Yeah," I exhaled, holding up a piece of my birthday cake wrapped in cellophane.
"You've been every day this week," he observed as we walked down the hall as I nodded slowly.
"It's her birthday today," I told him, looking down at the sad slice of cake.
"Do you think she's aware of that?"
"I don't know," I sighed, as he punched in the pin to her room as the big metal doors opened slowly to a loft like apartment, separated by thin 1970's dividers.
She was sat with her back against the wall, a book in her hand dressed in a pair of joggers and a tank top, her dark curls pulled onto the top of her head.
"Hey," I breathed out as I walked inside and the door behind me locked again.
She looked up and furrowed her brows, "you're back again?"
"I bought cake though," I smiled softly, nodding to the beanbag to her side, "can I join?"
She nodded hesitantly and kept her brows furrowed as I passed over the wrapped up baked good.
"This is the second time this month you've bought me cake, last time was your birthday?"
I nodded slowly.
"Whose birthday is it today then?" she asked, closing her book and raising her brows.
I looked between her eyes as I choked back my tears, "my girlfriends."
"Does your girlfriend know you keep bringing cake to another girl?" she smirked slightly, putting it down beside her.
I shook my head as she nodded back to me and bought her legs up to her chest.
"What have you been up to today?" I asked.
"Since I last saw you this morning?" she laughed out her nose.
I hummed with a small smile and nodded.
"Just reading ... not really much to do here to be honest."
"I suppose," I exhaled, looking between her eyes.
She quirked her head, "you look sad."
"I'm all good," I lied with a sad smile.
"You sure?"
I nodded back before pushing myself off the seat, "I um- I should get going now though."
"Okay," she whispered, following me with her eyes, "wish your girlfriend a happy birthday, she's lucky to have you."
I nodded again and stayed where I was stood, looking down at her as I felt my eyes filling with tears again.
"Can I have a hug before I go?" I asked quietly, not quite trusting my voice.
She furrowed her brows but nodded, pushing herself off the floor with her hands before wrapping her arms around my body as mine locked around her waist and held her tightly.
"I miss you," I whispered into her chest, "... between visits."
"I miss you too?" she replied, her depth in the words insignificant to mine.
I nodded quickly and held tighter than I ever had done before. The feeling of her heartbeat rapid against mine as she lightly ran her hands through my hair and for a fraction of a second, it was like it used to be. Before the Darkhold, before she became the sorcerer supreme, before I was left with no choice but to wipe her memory almost 4 months ago now.
"You should probably go," she told me quietly as I pulled away and cupped her cheek, looking between her eyes for even a flash of recognition but before I got that, she fully pulled away and dropped her hold on me altogether.
With a sharp inhale, I nodded slolwy and turned before she could see the tears forming in my eyes. Knocking twice on the large door, one of the guards opened it and let me out, sealing it behind me as I walked straight past Fury who passed me a small pack of tissues as my eyes stayed on the ground. The first time I looked up was when I unlocked my car, climbed into the driver's seat and looked down at the passenger seat where an opened letter sat waiting for me, a letter I had found in Y/N's room after S.H.I.E.L.D. took her into holding. A letter that contained a purchased plot of land in New Jersey that I punched into my satnav and began driving toward. With the silent static on the radio, the 20-minute drive seemed much longer than ever before. Ahead of me, a town sign, large and worn, reading 'Welcome to West View' along with a font of happiness which made me nauseous and caused my jaw to lock as I felt my eyes filling up once more, my car taking me through the old town, faces looking tired but comfortable, it was clear everyone who lived here had been here for a while, if not their whole life.
The map in my car took me to an empty plot of land on the outskirts of the small town centre where I parked and climbed out, clutching the letter she had left me in my hand as I walked over to the middle of old walls and dry grass, my chin quivering as I pulled out the signed agreement saying that she had bought this plot under the name Y/L/N-Maximoff. Running the tip of my finger over her signature, feeling the raised penmanship as my legs gave up and I sunk to the floor, my entire being mourning the loss of what we could've had, what we could've grown together. The family we could have had, the relationship, the future, the love I'll never feel again and for the first time since moving to the US, I felt completely and utterly alone, tears running rapidly down my face as I held the document tightly, my eyes shut as I felt my entire being breaking down, every kiss, every touch, every ounce of love she gave me felt as though it was pouring out of me, my body lighter than ever as I finally let it out, letting my grief take control until I blinked my eyes open and looked around at a 1950's style house that I had found myself in. Furrowing my brows, I stood up and turned around to take in what I was seeing when I saw her standing smiling at me, her hair pinned up neatly as she wore a pair of baggy high-waisted trousers and a shirt that was tucked into the belt, a smile on her beautiful face as her eyes practically bled of recognition and love for me, a smile curling at the corners of my lips.
"Wanda," she smiled softly, holding her hand out toward me as I stepped forward and took her hand, feeling a warmth that told me I had won back my love.
And suddenly, every single thing I was previously feeling meant nothing, suddenly everything in my entire life led me here, back to this girl.
She was my prophecy.
THE END
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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...
