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“Vis?”
“–”
“...”
If the snap was anything to judge off of, nothing was coming after death. Maybe she really had lost her soul somewhere along the way.
She supposed it was just as well. If there was something after, it probably wouldn’t be very fond of her. If anything the nothingness was almost a blessing. Up until she came back.
It felt like she had blinked and five years had gone past. Just vague emotions for what seemed impossibly long compared to her memory, but lined up closer to what everyone else had experienced. Her emotions and memory out of sync, yet again. It felt like Strucker’s experiments.
Vision was gone. She had come back, he hadn’t. She felt like something akin to a cockroach. That wasn’t true, all she felt was hate.
Someone had landed next to her on the field, a man with a dark red cape and blue robes. He was geared for battle and waved her through a golden, spinning portal. Somewhere deep insider her, she recognized this man as another wielder of magic, perhaps not unlike hers or Pietro’s. Pietro was gone. It didn’t matter.
The other side of the portal was brutal in terms of scale. Leagues of soldiers from both sides, titans of powers on both sides. Somewhere deep inside her, she recognized that this battlefield had a lot of potential for same-side casualties. Vision was gone. It didn’t matter.
Reunions were happening all around. Steve was flanked by Bucky and Sam. Okoye took her rightful place guarding T’Challa and Shuri. A young boy being embraced in the arms of Tony Stark. Somewhere… deep inside her, she saw the man sag in relief upon holding the boy and she almost felt happy for him.
The children she would have, could have had were gone. It didn’t matter.
She could see Thanos, and in that moment, all that mattered was that he’d hurt the same as she did. It didn’t matter if later he said that he didn’t even remember her. It didn’t matter if later she learned that it was a version of him that hadn’t even done. It didn’t matter that it wouldn’t bring Vision back. All that mattered was giving him a taste of a fraction of the pain that she felt.
It was over too quickly.
After the battle, she attended the funeral for Stark. She would be lying if she said some part of her wasn’t happy that he was dead. She talked to Clint. It helped a little. She visits the house Vision had bought for the two of them.
Somewhere differently a theme song starts to trickle in?
“Vis?”
“Wanda?”
“Ah, I love you, darling.”
Somewhere deep inside her, she feels a little guilty, she really doesn’t think her name is Wanda anymore. But Vision was there. It didn’t matter.
Somewhere deep inside her, she wonders what her name is now.