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. 😅...
On the other side of the world, Y/N was living a lie.
For three months, she had been deep undercover, embedded in a world where nothing was what it seemed.
But this—the missions, the lies, the danger—this was familiar. Controllable. Easy.
But she was playing house with a Skrull.
A double agent.
G'iah.
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The mission had been straightforward at first—blend in, gain trust, and dismantle the radical Skrull faction before they could enact their plan to wipe out millions. A favor to Fury. A mission meant to be kept out of the media, unknown to the world. A mission meant for two.
Meant for both Y/N and Wanda.
But Y/N had convinced Fury otherwise. She'd told him she could handle it, that she was the better option. At the time, it had felt like the right choice. A clean break from everything she was running from.
It was supposed to be simple.
Fury agreed, with the condition that G'iah would be assigned as her partner, her cover, her way in. To the outside world, they were a unit. A package deal.
A couple.
Y/N didn't mind playing along. Pretending was second nature by now. A necessary skill. Being fake. It was easy.
And G'iah understood. They had both been raised in war. Shaped by loss. Trained to bury emotion in favor of survival. This was personal for G'iah. She wanted revenge for the murder of her father.
It made things easier. No late-night confessions. No painful recounting of the past. No expectations beyond what they could offer in the moment.
They existed in a carefully constructed illusion—one that worked as long as neither of them looked too closely.
And yet, G'iah couldn't help but fall for Y/N.
She saw past the armor—the way Y/N carried herself with unwavering strength, always calculated, always untouchable. But she also saw the cracks. The sleepless nights. The way her hands trembled in the quiet moments. The restless shifts in bed, the soft murmurs slipping past her.
Wanda.
Y/N mumbled her name in her sleep, a ghost haunting her even in unconsciousness.
G'iah never asked. She never pressed. She already knew.
Knew that no matter how much time passed, no matter how far Y/N ran, her heart was still tethered to someone else. To a love she couldn't outrun.
To Wanda Maximoff.
And maybe that was why G'iah hated Wanda—just a little.
Because no matter how close she got, no matter how many nights she spent by Y/N's side...
