#wanda and vision omnibus

[aparticularbandit]

visions of an alternate etc., please!

WIP Wednesday Game | Finding Family Omnibus

Here you go, and thank you! I think this is the end of this scene!

Wanda smiles.  Fond.  She sees herself in Wendy then.  Of course, she does, Wendy’s simply another variant of her, after all.  They’re not the same, but on some level, they are.  Ships passing each other in the night, only the briefest flashes of light to reveal that they’re really there at all.  She pats her back gently.  “I’ll have to make hot chocolate.”

#musings #skarabrae stone #bandit writes fic #bandit answers questions #wip wednesday writing game #wip wednesday game #wanda america fic

[titaniasfics]

if your prompts are still open, for wanda and vision: "my love for you is set in stone" (bc tell me that 'Heart of Stone' from SIX isn't the perfect song to encapsulate the devastation that was the finale of WandaVision?! gahhh I just want Wanda, Vision and the kids to be together and happy!)

In which Vision needs to defeat Wanda before he can save her.  

Inspired by a mashup of two prompts:

1)    One shot of Vision and Wanda making up after a fight. Would love to see your take on it.

2)    If your prompts are still open, for Wanda and Vision: "my love for you is set in stone" (bc tell me that 'Heart of Stone' from SIX isn't the perfect song to encapsulate the devastation that was the finale of WandaVision?! gahhh I just want Wanda, Vision and the kids to be together and happy!)

Bonkers drabble speculation on how Dr. Strange and the Multiverse of Madness movie might end. I make a ton of assumptions on this so please be aware that this all made up. Like, more made up than usual. Leans heavily into comic book lore, especially the Giant-Size Avengers Comic Book, Issue #4.

Oh, and I’m a noob when it comes to fight scenes, so I’ve contrived every way to avoid writing one.

Thanks, anons! The song “Heart of Stone” is now on my WandaVision playlist.

Heart of Stone 

Vision’s vibranium arc reactor, which Dr. Cho installed to replace the Mind Stone and the flimsy solar absorption unit courtesy of SWORD, strains against Wanda’s sustained energy blast. Her beautiful blue eyes which normally turn a color of magma when she invokes her power, are now pitch black from Dormammu’s possession. Under his influence, she is doing her best to fulfill his diabolical directive.

Kill The Vision.

Even after Dr. Strange’s attempts to weaken her, she is as incandescent as the black energy that pulses at the center of the Dark Dimension. The Supreme Sorcerer tried to warn Vision when he first appeared in this hellish dimension of evil in search of Wanda.

She won’t recognize you. She will kill you and when she returns to herself and realizes what she has done, nothing in the universe – not me, not Agatha Harkness, not even Dormammu himself – will be able to withstand the force of her rage.

If he cannot reach her, she will not only destroy him, but in her grief, she will tear apart the multiverse and everything within it. Wanda’s grief is a cosmic force all its own.

He knows. He became well-acquainted with it in Westview when, like a puppet himself, he was sent to neutralize her.

Now, suspended between a host of conquered planets at the mercy of the god of the Dark Dimension, Wanda is draining him, even as he dredges up every last store of energy that the reactor can generate to resist her. Around him, the dimension roars with the collective fear of an infinite number of trapped beings.

I’ll hold off Dormammu, but if she doesn’t snap out of his spell, neither of us will be able to stop her and Dormammu will take Earth’s dimension.

As Dr. Strange warned, Vision needs to thwart Dormammu’s endless designs to absorb Earth into the Dark Dimension, but Vision also needs Wanda and he must find a way to get her back.

He sends another pulse of energy, forcing her to pull back, but she recovers quickly, his blast nothing more than an annoying insect bite. If he could just get to her. Look into her eyes. He knows like he knows who he is, who they are together, that he can reach her.

“Wanda, you are killing me. Darling, please,” he begs, knowing his words are a poor substitute for what he needs to do to free her.

“The Vision must die,” Wanda repeats, sending a last, decisive blast towards him. The impact sends fire through his body, heat like nothing he’s ever experienced. He falls, hurtling like a chunk of meteor to the hellish rock below. The impact is nothing compared to the pain. Vision is burning in his skin. His senses are compromised, his systems failing, despite the nanobots unfurling in his bloodstream, scurrying to stem the hemorrhages of a body struggling to remain intact.

When Wanda lands before him, he senses her more than he feels her. He reaches out to her, lifting his eyes to gaze into hers. Even though his vision is fading, he sees that they are as bottomless as the dark matter of the cosmos. As dark as the evil that holds her.

“Wanda, you must remember…who you are…”

“Wanda Maximoff is no more,” she drones and his heart fractures at the realization that her words might hold an unwanted truth. Perhaps Dormammu has buried Wanda…his Wanda… so far inside herself that she may never emerge again.

“Who said…Wanda is no more? Dormammu? You once said…you needed no one…to tell you who you are. Do you really take him at his word?”

She blinks, shaking her head as if to clear it. “Dormammu,” she murmurs and the emptiness in her voice is rich with confusion. On the strength of this, Vision staggers to his feet.

“You are not a puppet.” He reaches for her, her flinch half-hearted because she allows him to grasp her by her upper arms. “You are Wanda Maximoff. You are the Scarlet Witch –“

“The Scarlet Witch,” she repeats.

“—and you are my love,” he finishes before his strength gives out and he falls to one knee before her. “I am weak. I am not sure if I will recover, but you must remember who you are.”

The struggle is clear on her face. “Remember who I am. Who I am...”

“Yes. And remember that my love for you is set in stone, no matter what happens here.”

“Vision?” she asks, her question as plaintive as a child’s. He looks up again at the brittle tone of her voice. The darkness in her eyes floods with a blue as bright as the summer sky over the mountains, a blue that is out of place in this terrible hellscape.

“Wanda,” he says, reaching for her, but his strength is failing him as energy is diverted to repairing his damaged systems. “Remember us.”

She stiffens as if a distended rubber band has snapped into place. “Vision!” she shouts, kneeling before him. “Did I do this?”

He wants to say give her an affirmative answer but speech has escaped him and staying conscious consumes his every last effort.

“No-no-no-no,” she moans, tears distorting her words. “You can’t…you can’t die again.” Her hands glow and she places them over him. “I’m here. I’ll fix you.”

Vision takes a deep breath as her energy courses through him – familiar, like the smell of her hair or the softness of her skin. The fire that threatened to consume him earlier cools to a gentle pulse as the nanobots in his body feed on her energy, accelerating repairs, putting his body back together again at a rate even they had not been designed for. But they hold onto their structural integrity and Vision is able to see clearly again. His thoughts untangle and his strength returns.

She withdraws her powers, her palms warm as she cradles his head in her hands. “How? How did you get here?”

Vision puts his hand over hers, reveling in the feel of her skin against his. “It is a rather long story that I will share with you when we leave this place.”

“First things first,” she says, crushing her lips to his and at that moment, he realizes how much he has missed this as well, the sheer physicality of her love for him. A mad god howls in rage just beyond, the Dark Dimension threatens to swallow them both, but he is lost to the taste of her mouth and the warmth of her arms wrapped around him.

“Hey, guys?” comes a voice that pulls them from their bubble of bliss. “I could use some help over here.”

They pull apart to see Dr. Strange, locked in some magical struggle for dominance against the god of the Dark Dimension, straining against his power.

“I’ve got this,” Wanda says, rising into the air. “Don’t go anywhere.”

In awe of her power, he takes off beside her, ready to offer her the backup she really does not need. “You will never get rid of me again.”

***

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[crystallinerays]

I saw your tags on the post you reblogged from me and I would LOVE to discuss a mutual dislike of Civil War with you, if you ever wanted.

HELL YEAH

(gonna be a little rambly and make mild sense bc it’s late and it’s been like a year since I actually saw the movie)

like most things m.arvel has put out lately, it was a disappointing installment to the franchise that felt like someone picked up a civil war comic omnibus, read the back of it, shrugged, and decided to write a screenplay off of that and only that but like with ties to current mcu events and most of the important actual players and context missing.

i still have no real idea what they were actually fighting over. was it the mcu version of the superhuman registration act? was it bucky’s excellent sexy lamp impression? was it over who gets t’challa as their new bff? i don’t know but i still see people fighting over it at least once a week.

and there are so many glaring plot holes and times when the characters’ actions just don’t make sense.

Like that shit with Tony recruiting Spidey while feeling oh so guilty about one dead kid. That whole five second romance between Steve and Sharon. That Vision and Wanda sort of romance thing? I mean, I get they were a thing in the comics but it felt kinda gross in the movie considering how she felt very infantilized and he was dressed like a stereotypical suburban dad.

Bucky apparently being really bad at staying hidden even though that’s his Thing™. Whatever Natasha was doing. Whatever Clint was doing. The whole multiple winter soldiers thing or whatever the hell that was because I completely forgot about it until earlier. (ALSO WHY WASN’T NATASHA INCLUDED IN THAT? RED ROOM, GUYS, COME ON! IT’S THAT EASY!)

Pretty much any actions made by these characters.

(except maybe for ant-man and spidey who seemed just about clueless and just in it to hang out with their new friends, which i can respect)

maybe it’s because the movie lacked the backing and history the comics had on why the thing they were fighting about was both bad and necessary. maybe it was just a shitty action movie treated like a shitty action movie. who knows!

i haven’t seen it since it was in theaters but it’s on netflix so i might just watch it again to remind myself what exactly i had problems with besides all the “which team” discourse that mostly seems to revolve around using the characters’ mental illnesses to either justify the actions of one and point blame at the other. (a mutual reblogged something the other day that left the worst taste in my mouth like WOW OKAY)

also i’m really annoyed about crossbones bc he can be such a good villain and they fridged him in like the first 15 minutes like he was nothing

#asks #cipollakate

[aparticularbandit]

"visions of an alternate etc." for wip wednesday?

WIP Wednesday Game | Finding Family Omnibus

Yes, yes! Sorry this one took so long, Nonnie! Thank you so much for sending it in!

Wanda nods.  “I’m sure it was.”  She glances over her shoulder, back towards the barn and up towards the stars, pinpricks of light in a darkening sky that she can’t see for the storm clouds.  “We should go inside,” she says finally.  “We don’t want to tempt fate.”

“Hm?”

“Lightning.”  Wanda gestures upward just as a bright multi-lined glow of light streaks through the dark clouds.

Wendy just rolls her eyes.  “Funny you think that would hurt us.”

It would.

But Wanda doesn’t feel like fighting with Wendy.  Instead, she places a hand on her shoulder and slowly guides her back to the cabin.  “C’mon.  Inside.  Warm up.”  She smiles in a way that isn’t quite forced but isn’t quite right either.  “You and America can tell me all about whatever Stephen’s been having you two do.”  Then she pauses.  “You did bring America with you, didn’t you?”

“I never go anywhere without her.”

#musings #anonymous #bandit writes fic #bandit answers questions #wip wednesday game #wip wednesday writing game #wanda america fic

[aparticularbandit]

I'd like more of "visions of an alternate etc." for this week

WIP Wednesday Game | Finding Family Omnibus

Here you go! Sorry this came so late!

Maybe she should start talking.

“No,” Wanda says then, “I haven’t been dreaming of you.”  Her brow furrows in confusion.  “I’m not sure I’ve ever dreamed of you, and if I did, it was brief.  Not you, just…dreaming of a world where things might have been different.  Better.”  She sighs and pushes a hand through her soaked hair.  “Not better.”

Wendy chuckles.  “In a dream, it might have been better.  Neverland was good, once.”

#eriquin #musings #bandit writes fic #bandit answers questions #wip wednesday writing game #wip wednesday game #wanda america fic

[aparticularbandit]

Ohh, can we have some Visions of an alternate for WIP Wednesday, please?

WIP Wednesday Game | Finding Family Omnibus

Here you go! Thanks so much for asking!

“Starlight found it for me.”  Wendy glances down at her sweater, and a gentle smile appears on her face.  “In one of her universes.  Found it and bought it and brought it back for me.”

“It’s a good thing Agatha’s not here to see it.  She’d freak over—”

“No, she wouldn’t.”

Wendy says it so firmly that someone else might believe her, but Wanda doesn’t.  Tink trapped in a prison of Hook’s creation – it would just make Agatha remember Agnes.  She would flinch, would look away, would be somewhere else.  Agnes might not be lost – might be in the best possible place for her – but that doesn’t mean Agatha really ever got over her.  That’s something else they don’t talk about.

There are so many things they don’t talk about.

#musings #owlbearwrites #bandit writes fic #bandit answers questions #wip wednesday game #wip wednesday writing game #wanda america fic

[aparticularbandit]

visions of an alternate etc. for WIP Wednesday!

WIP Wednesday Game | Finding Family Omnibus

Here you go!

Wendy steps closer, so close that Wanda can feel her breath, warm, against her skin.  “In your dreams,” she says, voice soft, “do you see me?”

Wanda startles.  She turns, then, and faces Wendy.  For all that she had imagined her other self in her own full Scarlet Witch garb, it isn’t the case.  She’s just in jeans and a sweater so well loved that it’s started to fade, a soft blue thing with just the outline of Tinkerbell stuck in Hook’s lantern.  She’d meant to say something else, but now her brow raises.  “Where did you get that?”

#gaslightgallows #musings #bandit writes fic #bandit answers questions #wip wednesday writing game #wip wednesday game #wanda america fic

[aparticularbandit]

Some 'visions of an alternate etc.' for WIP Wednesday?

WIP Wednesday Game | Finding Family Omnibus

Here you go! Thanks for asking! It might be short, but it still has three sentences in it!

Just like most of America’s dreams are memories of the Scarlet Witch’s pursuit of her.

You’re scaring Starlight.

 It isn’t the first time.

Finally, Wanda shivers.  Her eyes close.  “I used to wonder what my life would be like if I’d chosen differently, if different things happened to me.  I don’t have to wonder anymore.”

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[aparticularbandit]

"Visions of An Alternate Etc", for this week?

WIP Wednesday Game | Finding Family Omnibus

Definitely can do! I hope these suffice!

“Everyone dreams.”  Wendy doesn’t move closer, and Wanda doesn’t turn to her.  Her voice hovers in the air between them before she continues, “Even Starlight dreams.  You know that, right?”

She does.

For all that her own dreams once plagued her with other universes where she’d had everything she ever wanted and for all that they now plagued her with universes where she never regained any of it, that’s far and away different from the first dreams America had.  Not all dreams – not all nightmares – are of other universes.  Sometimes, they’re memories.  Sometimes, they’re old trauma.  Even if the universes do not all line up, Wanda knows that sometimes when she dreamed of Vision having his Mind Stone ripped from his forehead – that’s just a memory.  It’s her mind, playing with it, trying to make sense of it.  That’s all.

Even if some version of her must certainly be living through that moment right now.

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