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Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Chapter Eleven

Summary: Strange’s faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: (+18) explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies. CW: a bif of fluffy and pining. | Words: 5.501k

A/N-> Can't believe we are already here, only 6 chapters left and smut is coming tomorow!! anyways, thanks for all the reblogs and reviews, i read them all but i haven't had the time to reply to any yet (i'm using my last vacation week to play videogames haha). Hope you guys like this one, good reading!

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Chapter Eleven - The Library of Alexandria - Part Two

The place only seemed to get bigger as you advanced inside. Aarif didn't seem too concerned about making sure that you didn't lose sight of him, walking - or rather hovering in the air - as he led the way through the innumerable stalls and corridors.

You went ahead, but just as you arrived in front of an entrance that read in Greek 'Dark Magic Session - Kingdom One to Earth-1999' on a gold plaque on the wall, Aarif stopped and raised a hand to you.

"Miss Maximoff, please, your copy of the Book of the Damned."

You raised a brow, and made mention of handing over the book, only for Aarif to let out an impatient sigh and correct:

"Miss Wanda Maximoff."

You chuckled, but Wanda gave you a gentle nudge in the ribs and took the book from your hand, raising her chin to Aarif.

"What if I refuse to give it back?"

Aarif let out another impatient sigh. "Your copy is already overdue, Miss Maximoff, let's not test the furies of the gods further."

"But what happens if I don't return it?"

"Aarif doesn't take care of repossession." He replies disinterestedly, and Wanda gives a little smile.

"Oh, so you don't know."

"Aarif doesn't like questions, because Oshtur made Aarif a librarian, not a tour guide."

"And who did Oshtur put as a collector of overdue books?" You ask curiously as well, and the birdman sighs, but answers.

"For books of darkness from realities Alpha 1 through Beta 22, the collectors are the Soul Eaters, for realities beyond Gaea's blessing, we send the Necromon for paperback editions, and for manuscripts, we send the Demons-"

"We get the message." You interrupt with a nervous chuckle. "Evil soul-eating guys. The book is here. Wanda, give it back, and let's get this over with."

The witch sighs lightly, holding the book against her chest.

"Just one more question Mr. Aarif." She says receiving a grunt from everyone. "You said my copy of dark hold as if there were more of them."

Aarif let out a mocking chuckle - the sound resembled a little bird singing - and nodded to Wanda.

"Of course, it's your copy, Miss Maximoff. What a silly question, humans are so odd." Aarif muttered to himself, and instead of continuing, turned his body to the side and gestured to the door. In a second, a shelf appeared from the wall like a train and high speed, and you and the girls took two steps backward in fright, but Aarif didn't seem the least bit shaken by the sudden appearance, the wind ruffling his feathers.

When the shelving stopped, Wanda let out a surprised exclamation at the amount of Darkhold's - of the most diverse sizes and shapes - properly stored on each shelf.

"Earth 616 edition of the Books of the Damned, the Darkhold." Announced Aarif and the shelves moved and arranged themselves until there was an empty space just within reach of where Wanda was standing. "Please, Miss Maximoff, return the Darkhold to our collection."

Although she reached out to fit the book into its separate spot, Wanda muttered impressed:

"There are so many of them."

"Yes, yes, one for each world where Chthon wrote it." Aarif commented uninterestedly. Wanda's copy snapped onto the shelf and a little gold plaque appeared at the bottom with the reality information Aarif had mentioned earlier, plus the addition of Copy of Scarlet Witch Wanda Maximoff to the title.

"Can I read the others?" Wanda asked quickly as soon as Aarif made mention of gesturing for the shelf to come unstuck, and the birdman let out an unsatisfied grunt. Wanda was ready to take it back when the man marched off into the corner of the room, to a table much like the one in the other room that seemed to have come out of nowhere, and pulled a small notebook out of it.

"They always want to read more, it's never enough. Always, Aarif can I read what was not assigned to us? And Aarif has to make notes of this and that." The birdman started mumbling to himself on the walk back to you, until he stopped in front of Wanda, took a pen from his uniform pocket, and looked at her. "Come on, without delay!"

"I can choose any?" She asked in surprise with her eyes shining.

"The loan is yours after all." He replies.

But before she took another step, you touched her forearm.

"Wanda, let's not go through that again."

She hesitated but smiled small at you. "But here, he can't influence me. I need to study more about myself, Y/N, and only darkhold talks about the Scarlet Witch." She declares and you are ready to agree against your will, dozens of ideas on how to keep Wanda from falling under the darkholds influence again, when Aarif's nasal laugh breaks the moment completely. You and Wanda look at him with confusion, and he sighs as he realizes he will have to answer another question.

"Now, who was it who told you that only Darkhold has articles about the Scarlet Witch? Humans, weird creatures." He grumbled, and before you could ask, he gestured for the shelves to shift again.

When they stabbed into dozens of blue books, he spoke:

"Look, all the copies of the Books of the Sages, Scarlet Witch articles on pages 12, 87, and 1902." He said, and switched the bookshelf again, to now transparent books. "All copies of the star paperbacks of the People of Heaven. Deluxe Edition, the White Witch and her assignations." He continued and switched the shelf to gold books. "Here, to advance Miss L/N Maximoff's loan, all copies of the Book of Vishanti quotes the Scarlet Witch on pages 673, 912, 18,430-

"I want that one right there." You interrupted by nodding to the one that caught your eye the most, on the highest shelf. Aarif didn't seem to mind being interrupted, and the shelves moved until you could reach the book you chose. "And can Wanda take one of those, too?"

"Well, Aarif is here to make the records after all." He grumbled half-heartedly. "Take your pick and I'll write down the name."

"I'll have one of each." Wanda declares without hesitation and Aarif lets out an exclamation, his feathers fluttering.

He doesn't stop grumbling for the next fifteen minutes.

When you leave that hallway, it is a great thing that books are charmed to follow you around, because you and Wanda have dozens of volumes that could not be carried by just two pairs of arms.

America is the only one who follows her assignment, leaving the shelf with only a pocket-sized book on Interdimensional Teleportation, and that seems to make Aarif very pleased. He leads you to a very nice open courtyard where you all occupy poufs on the floor and books are arranged around you.

"The library closes at midnight, don't try to take books you haven't borrowed." Aarif warns and before he can leave, America calls out to him.

"How will we know what time it is?"

"Little girl who respected her designation, look at the clock." He replies, gesturing to the wall - where a cuckoo clock had just appeared that was certainly not there before. - And America smiles.

"That totally wasn't there before, birdman." She retorts, but Aarif just gives a lighthearted chuckle and turns toward the inside, going back to grumbling about the countless entrances he would have to make.

You wait for the glass door to close before settling better on the soft pouf and commenting:

"I don't know why he got so grumpy, it's not like he has a lot of customers."

America nods in agreement, but Wanda - who is already holding A Guide to the Great Universal Library of fallen Alexandria in her lap, raises her eyes at you.

"Actually, I don't think Aarif ever stops working." She says, and you almost don't pay much attention to what she says next, because Wanda straightens up on the pouf in a way that your arms are touching, and you have a wide view of her collarbone so close to your face. "It says here that the library receives everything from the purest creatures to the banished spirits. All the knowledge of the Multiverse is contained in this place. But you can only see those who have come with you."

"Cool." You mumble trying not to sound so affected, and are lucky that Wanda is too excited about reading to notice the way you are holding your copy of the Book of Vishanti even tighter than necessary as she settles even closer-

"[...] It says here that the legendary and immortal Aarif receives visitors at the appointed time and hands out copies of the knowledge they have become worthy of possessing or knowing during their lifetime."

America looks at the way you are blushing, and rolls her eyes with amusement, letting out a chuckle before practically lying down on the pouf and entertaining herself in her own reading that was sure to help her understand her powers better.

"The most interesting thing is that it says that Alexandria is a neutral zone, see in this heading? No magical, mental, or physical influences may be distributed to readers in the vicinity of the Library, as established by the bylaws of the interdimensional realms." Wanda reads excitedly. "That means I can read darkhold here, all I want, and Chthon will not gain any dominion over me."

"F-fantastic." You retort with your cheeks burning because Wanda is smelling fucking good and it's very hard not to lean in. You put more distance between you before Wanda can notice, settling back in your seat. "Let's read as much as we can before midnight."

"Well, we can always go back tomorrow…" Wanda mumbles trying not to think too much about you pulling away, and clearing her throat as she settles better against her seat.

"Of course Wanda." You mumble back, trying to focus on the lyrics in front of you and not your irregular heartbeat.

Time seemed to pass much faster there, or maybe it was because the three of you were so absorbed in reading.

Aarif came back into the room pushing a cart with books of various sizes.

"Fifteen minutes until Alexandria closes." He warned taking the three of you out of your focus - Wanda, was setting up some kind of mural of mentions of the Scarlet Witch with several open books, you were trying to dodge Oshtur's oath or find a Guardian's Forge Removal spell, and America was testing out the new trick she learned, the pocket portals.

"Aarif, wait!" Wanda called out before he continued pushing the cart away. "Can we come back tomorrow and continue our reading?"

He sighed. "Never satisfied, always more and more..." He grumbled but nodded in agreement. "Be aware of the time limits, Miss Maximoff." He remarked before turning back to walk.

Wanda sighed slightly, and you looked at her curiously. She crawled to a farther pile where she had tossed the book A Guide to the Great Universal Library of fallen Alexandria and tossed it into the air - the object floating majestically to your lap - and sat back down in front of her small collection.

"Usage Guidelines, page 72." She told you, and you sighed softly as you began to look.

The Rules were simple and clear. For books assigned to you, the term is extended to the duration of one's worthiness. For books borrowed for internal use, three days.

You let out a loud grumble. "But that's not fair! How do they expect us to learn everything in three days?"

Wanda doesn't take her eyes off the sheets to say:

"They don't expect it." She replies. "The Library is not there for visitors to study, the books are here to be preserved. For what happened in Alexandria, all that knowledge, is not to be lost in the same way. It is a courtesy of the gods to allow the visitors to read."

"It's kind of fascist that' for sure." You grumble annoyed, and Wanda gives a chuckle.

"Sure, but they're not at all wrong aren't they?" She retorts looking at you over her shoulder. "It says there that every copy, of every knowledge that ever existed or ever will exist, ends up in Alexandria. They are copies, Y/N. No one is being prevented from acquiring this knowledge in their home universe, but this place is for preservation, not consumption. How long do you think it would take to be destroyed if it were opened to all the creatures of the multiverse?"

You sigh lightly, closing the Guide. "I guess we'll never know, Wanda." You say as you stand up. "But I need to ask Aarif how to get a designation pass."

"I think there's something about that in the guidebook..."

"No, no, I want to bother him." You declare with a chuckle, hurrying not to lose sight of the birdman, and Wanda gives a short laugh without insisting.

But about five minutes after she was left alone with America, Wanda sighs softly and raises her eyes to the girl on the couch.

"Hey, Chavez."

America hums signaling that she is listening. Wanda sighs again.

"I wanted to, hmm, apologize to you." Says the witch hesitantly, and America lowers the book from face height with a surprised expression. Wanda wastes no time in clarifying, "For getting inside your head and using your powers without permission. And well, for before too, for the monsters I sent."

"Wait, that was you?" America exclaims in surprise and Wanda cringes a little embarrassed as she nods.

"I was trying to take your power, and I'm sorry."

"Well, yeah that sucks, but you can kind of control them? What a neat thing! And they obey you from another universe? How do you do that?" She asked excitedly, leaving the closed book in her lap and sitting up better in her seat.

Wanda gives a surprised giggle. "Yes, hm, they follow my commands, because of chaos magic. I can conjure them too. I could also see the fights through their eyes if I concentrate hard enough..."

"So cool!" America comments, but then lets out a soft grumble. "Damn, that explains why I was doing so well."

Wanda blinks in confusion. "What?"

"Well, you were controlling the monsters and we must have fought hundreds of them and I never got more than a scratch. Y/N thought I had some kind of lucky totem, and we had a point system for who could beat the most creatures and I was doing pretty well, but I guess that's just because you didn't want to hurt us."

Wanda swallowed dryly, nodding softly at the story. In Chthon's control she didn't realize that, how much she didn't want to hurt America, and sending monsters over her control was as much as she could do to reel the god in and avoid the worst.

"I think you were doing just fine, America." Wanda assures with a small smile, but the girl looked a little sheepish, dragging her feet on the carpet.

"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that." She grumbles, and Wanda blinks in surprise.

"Why do you say that?"

America sighs and shrugs, not meeting the witch's gaze. "It's just...all of this is kind of my fault."

"All of this?"

"Yeah, Wanda." America grumbles upset. "If I knew how to use my powers right, I would have brought Y/N back within the time you two agreed upon, and you wouldn't have fallen under the spell of the evil book. And then you wouldn't have fought, and I wouldn't have taken us to so many horrible places and-"

"Hey, America, that's not true." Wanda interrupts by approaching the girl and placing a hand over hers in her lap. "You've been helping us a lot."

America gives an incredulous laugh. "As if."

"I mean it." Wanda gently insists and offers America a small smile when the girl meets her gaze.

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm." Says the witch. "You helped Y/N find her way to me, even though that was not your responsibility. You were very brave and strong the whole journey, and you had no way of knowing how much time was passing in my universe, so you can never blame yourself for the delay. And America, you may not be in control of the universe where we are going, but you are certainly doing something right."

The girl's eyes well up with tears, and she sniffles a little. "You think so?" She asks unsurely, and Wanda nods quickly.

"You always send us where we need to go in a certain way." Wanda explains. "When Y/N and I were fighting, you sent us to a world so destroyed that we needed to work together. And then Y/N needed help, and you sent us to one with a witch health system." Wanda continues with a chuckle that America accompanies. "I know you are learning, but you are already much more talented and stronger than you think."

America smiled affectionately, and Wanda moved her fingers to twitch her nose affectionately making her chuckle.

"Can you forgive me for everything, little troublemaker?" The witch asked, and America nodded without hesitation.

And to surprise Wanda, she hugged her by the shoulders.

"It's okay, Y/N told me you've been through a lot." She whispered and Wanda had to take a deep breath to keep from starting to cry, feeling her chest warm with tenderness.

As soon as she let go of America, they exchanged a complicit smile and the girl asked if the witch needed any help with the reading. Wanda was in the middle of explaining what she was doing when you reappeared.

Running away from the floating and evidently angry librarian, and laughing at his attempts to hit you with what looked if a wooden stick.

"Aarif is tired of your questions, nosy guardian!" Accused the angry man, and you just kept laughing, jumping up a pouf at high speed to grab America by the hand and pull her with you - giving Wanda less than three seconds to follow the cue and keep up with you two - and casting an incantation on the books so they flew off and got in the way of Aarif in his pursuit.

"We'll see you tomorrow, birdface!" You shouted back running toward the exit and leaving a furious Aarif behind.

As soon as the golden door closed behind you, the race was over.

You and America were panting with your hands on your knees, and although Wanda was equally breathless, she crossed her arms.

"Why did you do all this?" She questioned with an almost angry grimace, and you laughed breathlessly.

"I just asked a few questions."

"You don't have to behave like a child, Y/N, we already have one and she's behaving better than you."

You let out another smaller laugh, raising an eyebrow at her. "We have a child, eh?" You tease and are pleased by the short pink that appears on Wanda's cheeks, even if she rolls her eyes.

"Stop causing trouble, if you irritate Aarif enough he can banish us, and this is the best opportunity to study magic I've ever had."

It's your turn to roll your eyes. "Except that's not true, right, Maximoff? I'm your best opportunity to study magic, 24/7 all Kamar Taj books and a mind stone, ask anything you want. But that's the problem, you'd rather study the book of the damned than train with me!"

Wanda locked her jaw, narrowing her eyes at you.

"You know very well why we can't train together."

"Because of some stupid prophecy? I already told you I'll tell the gods to fuck off if I have to!"

The witch grunted impatiently. "Why do you have to be so stubborn!"

"I could ask you the same thing!"

Wanda and you are breathing out of rhythm, and stare at each other for one last moment before turning away like spoiled children. America scratches the back of her neck clumsily.

"Okay...I think I'll go wait in the car." She declares and walks down the stairs towards the vehicle.

Wanda sighs heavily behind you, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see her moving away to rest her back on one of the pillars, and when you turn around, you watch her press her hands to her face for a long moment, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips.

Your defensive posture breaks on the spot, and you swallow dryly before approaching her, taking up the free space on the pillar next to her.

"Sorry for yelling." You mutter, and it takes another moment for Wanda to speak, returning to crossing her arms.

"Sorry too." She mumbles back. "Not just for yelling, for everything."

"Eh, I can't really stay mad at you, but I appreciate the apology." You retort sincerely, and you don't have to look to know that Wanda has a small smile on her lips.

There is another moment's pause between you, and after sighing softly, you say, "I didn't mean to cause trouble on purpose, I just don't trust easily. And Aarif seems to have all the answers I'm looking for on the tip of his tongue."

Wanda sighs as well. "He probably does, Y/N." She says, leaning back on the pillar to look at you. "But Oshtur didn't put him here to answer visitors' questions. It's against his nature, so it's not out of spite that he reacts that way. It's all in the guidebook I gave you."

"Damn, now I feel bad." You retort with a chuckle to which Wanda can only smile tenderly.

"It's okay, detka." She murmurs, trying to imagine that you only seem to be closer than before. "What did you ask him?"

You hum, half-distracted, and Wanda thinks you are leaning in. "I asked if there was a way to stop being a guardian."

Wanda blinks in surprise, but you are close enough for her to count your dots, and all she does is mumble in understanding, and you keep counting in a low tone.

"He was curious as to why anyone would want to stop being one of the most honorable warriors of the wise Oshtur, and I told him I didn't think it was so cool..."

Wanda gave a small giggle, swallowing dryly when your forehead rested against hers. "And then ?" She asked in the same tone.

"He was a little offended by the ponderings I brought up about Oshtur not being so benevolent in holding him here, and tried to say that I didn't know how to value or was capable of understanding the blessing of the gods..." You continue, raising a hand to take a loose strand of hair from the front of Wanda's face, and place it behind her ear. And you looked at her so tenderly that she almost melted. "And I told him that I already had a divine blessing in my life, and I was trying to keep it."

Wanda shuddered softly, her cheeks burning as she understood that you were talking about her.

Before you could break the distance, a loud honking sound went further into the distance and made you and Wanda jump in fright, only to let out embarrassed giggles next.

Wanda made mention of pulling away, but you slid one hand up her arm, and another to her waist, turning her until you pressed her against the pillar - so that you were hidden from the car and the impatient America in the front seat - and the witch only had time to sigh in surprise before she felt your mouth on hers.

Intense and messy, and yet painfully fast. Wanda almost whimpered when your lips left hers next, and you gasped against her, laughing softly.

"Forgive me, I just really missed this." You confess affectedly, rubbing your noses together, and Wanda's legs almost turn to jelly when your other hand squeezes her hip.

She wants to say a million things. Confess them now, or at night if you agree to hold her, or worse, confess them over the course of a lifetime that she can imagine at your side.

Your lips rub together again, and Wanda thinks that if you kiss her again, she might let some of those things slip.

She presses a palm on your shoulder to hold you in place, and you both swallow dry, fighting the urge to continue.

"We can't." Wanda reminds you in a husky, sorrow-laden voice that you share. "I don't want...I don't want us to end up like the stories in your book."

You know she was talking about the first Guardian and his Witch, and about stupid stories about fate. Wanda doesn't want you to have to harm her, but she especially doesn't want you to die because of your love for her.

Your hand goes up to cover hers, and though Wanda shivers and her eyes fill with tears, you kiss the palm, once and twice.

"I'll make things right for us." You promise in a whisper. "No matter what the price."

Wanda almost says no. Let the deal be kept, each of you back in your own universe. But by now, she loves you with all her heart.

You move closer just to give her a long kiss on her cheek and leave your hands together for the period when you pull away, giving gentle tugs until Wanda is able to push all emotions down, and disguise the tears, offering a forced smile to you and following you towards the vehicle. Hands entwined all the way.

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You thought you shouldn't abuse Order Magic because altering reality for superficial reasons wasn't a good enough reason. So it made little sense to use the clothesline attached to the van to dry your clothes.

The van was still parked in front of the Alexandria Library, and it must have been about nine in the morning - the place was supposed to open at noon - and you thought you could distract yourself by doing laundry.

Wanda was asleep and America came out of the vehicle scratching her eyes, a mug with a star print on it, and astronaut pajamas on her body.

"You're acting weird." That's what she said when she found you putting your clothes on the clothesline.

"Good morning to you too." You retorted with a surprised laugh. "Why do you say that?"

"Because you're doing laundry."

"And what's strange about doing laundry?"

America laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Washing magic clothes that you made with your magic. Look what showed up in my closet? I loved the pattern." She comments on the pajamas. "You're out here pretending that washing clothes is enough to ignore the magic van that generates cool stuff for me and Wanda every minute."

You gave a clumsy laugh, "I don't know what you are talking about." You commented diving the red suit back into the Van's built-in tank - which didn't respect any laws of physics, but it worked - under the water. "I'm just attempting a little normality..."

"On a magic planet."

"[...] on today" You complete, ignoring America's comment. She doesn't insist, sipping from her cup, and you sigh softly. "Try making a decent breakfast, how about eggs with bacon?"

"Yay, magic food." America retorts turning around and making you laugh softly.

"See if Wanda's awake and doesn't want some!"

"Sure thing, mom." It was supposed to have been a mockery, but America felt her heart miss a beat. You gave a soft chuckle, a very tender feeling snapping in your chest at the nickname.

“Thanks, America.” You told her before she got into the van.

Wanda did not sleep in the same bed as you. In fact, she can say that she barely slept at all.

The night before, when you two came back, the sheets were single beds again, and she preferred to assume that you didn't want to push her into anything rather than push her away.

And even with you sleeping away from her, all she could do for half the night was stare at your back. And perhaps, precisely because she was doing this, she was plagued by dreams that were becoming almost too familiar.

In the first, you were running together between rows of bookshelves, laughing amusedly until you were caught up against a corner. Wanda could feel the wood on her back, as well as your hesitant touch on her thigh under her skirt.

She opened her eyes as soon as fingers pushed past the fabric, and when she looked to the side, she found your sleeping face a few feet away and felt hers burn.

It didn't do much good to lie on her back, or to bury her face in the pillow.

The second dream was infinitely more sinful.

You were all over her as she sat on the kitchen counter of the van. Legs wrapped tightly around your waist, and Wanda could feel everything, from your teeth scratching the skin of her neck to the deep thrusts inside her, the way she was burning hot and twitching.

She was able to come on that one. Once, twice. You didn't stop, fucking her hard until she dug her nails into your back.

There was a mirror behind you. Wanda could watch the red marks of her own nails on the scarlet witch's tattoo on your skin, and each time she dig them deeper, you forced your hips harder. Her own figure - panting and ecstatic - with glowing red eyes and a satisfied expression stared back at her in the mirror.

She woke up sweating from this.

The van seemed to understand her every need in real-time. She barely thought about drinking water and already found a small bottle beside her bed, and had to settle for that to get back to sleep.

When she dreamed that you were trying to teach her magic while her head was buried in your legs and the breathless words came out of your mouth while your hand smoothed her hair and scalp keeping her in place, she gave up on sleep.

Eventually, fatigue overcame her, and the van remained magically silent and pre-disposed to her sleep for as long as she needed.

Wanda awoke to the smell of burning eggs, however, and by the time she was standing, she could witness America rushing to get a pot of fire out of the vehicle.

She saw you laughing - more in nervousness than anything else at seeing the small fire - from outside when she went to open the windows of the vehicle to let the air circulate.

Wanda used the bathroom first before returning to the kitchen and giggled briefly when she found a mug with a 'Multiverse’s Cutest Little Witch' logo on it, with her favorite tea in it. She grabbed the item before heading outside, frowning slightly as she found you doing laundry and America throwing leftovers of a destroyed breakfast in a trash can.

"Good morning, Wanda." You greeted offering her a smile that she would have reciprocated if she hadn't recognized the clothes you were putting on the clothesline.

"Did you wash my suit?" she asks in a mixture of confusion and surprise.

"With soap powder and fabric softener." You reply, and she gives a small laugh.

"But honey, it's a magic garment..."

America is the one who chuckles next, deciding to give up the pan and throw it in the trash as well. She waves her hands in the air and walks over to get into the van, not missing the chance to whisper to Wanda, "She's been acting weird all morning." before getting in.

Wanda sighs softly and takes a sip of her tea while watching you hum distractedly as you finish putting the clothes - which you never bought but fit perfectly, and are exactly the kind of thing that both she, you, and America would wear - on the clotheslines you've set up.

"What are you up to, dorogoya?" Wanda asks in thought and watches you sigh in surprise, raising an eyebrow at her, but she doesn't flinch.

"You and America are insistent about this. There's nothing wrong with wanting a little normalcy." You mentally respond as well and offer Wanda a wink before focusing on your task again.

And perhaps because Wanda is still in your head, she is able to understand very quickly that you are trying to get used to an ordinary routine, without powers, or as close to that as you could get here. You are trying to imagine what life is like without your magic, and with Wanda.

When you reach out to pull her to dance to a song that swells on its own from the small radio leaning against the tire of the van, and spin her around the backyard amid loud laughter, she might be selfish for a moment and think that life could be pretty awesome.

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