Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
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The room smelled faintly of mildew and cheap cleaning spray, the dim light casting long shadows across the cracked walls. It was a far cry from our cozy home—our sanctuary—but it didn't matter. We were here in Madripoor, together, with far more pressing dangers surrounding us than the state of the accommodations.
Still, as Wanda slept soundly on the small bed, her chest rising and falling with each steady breath, I paced the room like a restless ghost. My mind was a battlefield, emotions warring in a way I had never felt. I tried to quiet the storm in my head, but it was impossible.
Vision. His name kept circling back to the forefront of my thoughts. The way he looked at Wanda during the confrontation earlier, the way her eyes softened briefly when she faced him... It clawed at me, irrationally, but no less fiercely. I hated that I felt this way.
I stopped mid-step and clenched my fists, staring at the floor. How had I let us drift so far apart during these years that I was even entertaining these insecurities? Yes, Wanda had her secrets, just like I had mine. But I never thought I'd have to question whether someone else might win her over. That wasn't her fault—it was mine. I should've been a better wife, should've done more to bridge the distance between us before it became a chasm.
I exhaled sharply and began pacing again, dragging a hand through my hair. I didn't blame Wanda. How could I? I was the one who let my work take precedence. Always leaving. Always making excuses. It wasn't fair to her. She deserved better—better than the lies, better than the distance, better than the half-measures I'd been giving her while trying to balance missions and marriage.
The sound of movement behind me made me stop. I turned to see Wanda sitting up, her eyes bleary but focused.
"Y/N..." she said softly, her voice still thick with sleep. "Baby, your thoughts are getting the better of you." She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and came to me. She reached up, cupping my cheek, worry etched on her face.
I sighed, leaning into her touch despite the guilt gnawing at me. "I'm sorry, Wanda. I know it's ridiculous, but I can't stop thinking about earlier—about Vision. The way he looked at you. And I hate myself for even feeling this way. I trust you. I just—" My voice broke, and I stepped away, needing to breathe. "I should've been a better wife to you. I should've fought harder for us instead of burying myself in work and letting the space between us grow."
"Y/N," she said firmly, taking my hand and pulling me back to her. Her green eyes were sharp yet kind. "Listen to me. There is nothing between me and Vision. There never was, and there never will be. You are the only one I've ever wanted. I need you to believe that."
I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. "I just—I feel like I've let you down. Like I let my job get in the way of us, and now look at where we are. I can't stop blaming myself for it."
