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"I wish you all the happiness in the world, Wan. Out of everyone in the world, you deserve it the most. So take care of yourself for me, okay?"
If only she knew then that she was at her happiness whenever she was with you, no matter where in the world you might've been, she would've never let you leave.
Like history repeating itself, it'd been months since she last saw you. Since anyone on the team had seen you in the flesh.
When you left that night after your dance with her, you did it in the way you knew best; quietly, without a fuss, not a single word to anyone on where you were going.
You were never one for causing a scene anyway.
Fury kept his promise to you about telling no one your whereabouts, much to chagrin of Wanda. It didn't help that you'd been around the Avengers for so long you'd picked up all sorts of tips and tricks to staying hidden whenever you needed your space.
Wanda knew she wasn't the only one missing your presence back at the compound (though she was the only one that outwardly showed it), but she had to respect your decision to go, hoping that something would bring you back to the team.
To bring you home.
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She tells herself that she's happy.
Because why wouldn't she be?
She's married the man she loves, the one who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She's already chosen him, the weight of the gold band on her ring finger serving as a constant reminder of her decision.
She wasn't supposed to be longing for someone else.
Wanda had promised him for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish him until death do they part.
So, she's tells herself that she's happy. Because there's no other choice for her to take. She's happy even though there's you sized whole in her chest that continues to remind her of the way your eyes drank her in on the night of her wedding, memorising the sight of her face, the sight of her before you left for good.
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Being who he was, Vision could tell that something was off with his wife.
He could see the change in her behaviour ever you left the reception that night all those months ago. He would see the looks she would give the door whenever she would pass by your old room, as if she was waiting for you to come out and greet her for the day.
From the moment you were gone, Wanda started to retreat back into her own shell no matter how many times she insisted that she was fine.
It hurt him to see her be excited to come home from a successful mission, to watch her look around for you, ready to share stories about what had happened, only to have the reality of your absence wash over her.
Every now and then Wanda would slip, telling the team “I can’t wait to tell Y/N about this!" or "Wait till Y/N sees this, she's not going to believe it!"
Everyone would only stare at her expectantly, and for a moment she was confused as to why until she remembered. The smile disappearing from her face before she excused herself to her room. He knew that there was no stopping the heaviness in her chest when she remembers that you weren't there anymore.
Because how could you be happy when the one person you love is hundreds of miles away from you?
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"Wanda, can I ask you something?"
The look in her husband's eyes tells her that there really was no excusing herself from the conversation that they were about to have.
"Of course, Vis."
"First, I need you to close your eyes." He says, quickly adding a soft 'please' when she throws him a confused look. Nevertheless, she follows his instructions and lets her eyes fall shut.
"I want you to be honest with me, I'm not here to judge or pick a fight." She hears him walking towards her, only to feel the couch dip a few seconds later, telling her that he was sitting by her side, most definitely watching her reactions.
"If I tell you to go back to our wedding night, at the reception, who comes to mind first when I ask you to remember a dance from that night?" His voice holds no malice, no grudge or bitterness towards her.
She sighs as she lets her mind wander back to that night. The dance she shared with her husband should be the first one to come to mind, she knows this but it's not at all who she sees.
Instead she sees you, like she always does. She sees your smile as you held her flush against your body, sees the way your eyes studied her like you were trying to memorise everything and anything in that moment.
She sees you.
By the look on Vision's face when she opens her eyes, she knows that he's known for a long time. Maybe he's known all along.
He gives her a soft smile, nodding his head in understanding as he leans forward to press a kiss to her forehead before exiting the room.
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You missed your home. You missed your family.
You wanted to say that leaving helped heal your heart, that your decision to leave was treating you well but you couldn't lie to yourself. Not when it was so painfully obvious that you were anything but fine being away for so long.
You missed helping Peter with his homework on the days that he would stop by the compound after school.
You missed the bickering between Sam and Bucky whenever they asked you to play mediator whenever they had their little arguments.
You missed being in the labs with Tony and Bruce, keeping them company and offering your opinions on their newest ideas when you could.
And even though you hated the way it left you with sore muscles and aching bones, you missed training with Steve and Natasha, the only two who could truly get your ass out of bed.
You missed everything that ever made you feel at home.
But you couldn’t go back. There was a reason why you left in the first place, and as much as you missed your family, you were a coward when it came to the matters of your heart.
You still loved Wanda and there was nothing you could do about it. You told Fury that you would only come back if they needed you. The fact that it had been months of radio silence from him, you just assumed that they were doing fine without you.
They didn't need you as much as you needed them.
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But when Fury calls you about a rouge syndicate planning an attack using a chemical nerve agent, saying that they needed your help to create a antitoxin with Bruce if things took a turn for the worse, you don't hesitate in taking the next flight back to New York.
Thankfully, the team manages to stop the attack before it could even begin.
Since they'd been tracking the movement of the syndicate ever since they caught wind of the attack, they managed to track down the base they'd been using to create the nerve agent.
Still, you and Bruce create the antitoxin as a precaution.
But now that meant you had to stay in the compound until it was time for your flight back.
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Everyone had been elated that you had returned that Tony threw a small party just for you and the rest of the team after returning from the mission.
“Y/N, can we talk?”
Ever since you all arrived back to the tower, you'd been actively trying to avoid Wanda, talking to whoever was around when you saw her looking at you from across the room.
It was a cruel thing to do but you couldn't help it. You were still hopelessly in love with her despite everything. You could feel the tension fall around room as everyone became quiet, trying hard not to make it obvious that everyone was waiting for your response.
Nodding your head, you meet her eyes for the first time in months.
"Lead the way."
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It's silent as you head to your old room. Closing the door behind you, your eyes can't help but drink in the sight of the woman in front of you.
"What did you want to talk about, Wanda?"
She gestures for you to sit on the empty bed beside her.
“They say absence makes the heart fonder, but Y/N, all it did was make mine even more yours.” She starts, eyes downcast to her lap.
You furrow your eyebrows at her words but don't get the chance to ask her what she means as she continues to talk.
“For months, I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’m happy with Vision because that’s what I’m supposed to be right? I’m supposed to be happy because I chose him, because I married him so why wouldn’t I be happy with the decisions I’ve made?”
“Wand-“
“But I’m not. I’m not happy. I'm far from it. Every time he touches me, I can’t help but wish it was you. Every time he says my name, it sounds wrong coming from his lips. It feels wrong looking into his eyes and seeing them morph into yours. I find myself looking for you until I remember that you're not here, that you're god knows where. You're not here with me."
You too shocked by her words to realize that she's crying until she reaches up to wipe her cheeks.
"I danced with two people that night, Y/N. The one I married and the one I wish I had married instead.”
Your mouth drops open at that, you know you should say something, but you don't know what and even if you did, you were too scared that this was all just a trick.
She just missed you being around, that's all it was. She mistook missing you as thinking that she was in love with you.
“You left and it was like you took a part of me with you. You left and I didn’t know where to look for you. I love you, Y/N and I’m so sorry I let you go in the first place.”
You stopped her rambling there, leaning forward and kissing her lips before she could say more. Because when Wanda Maximoff looks at you like that, with apologies and honestly written all over her face, there’s not a thing in the word that could stop you from pressing your lips against hers.
“I love you too, but you already knew that. There isn’t anyone else but you.”
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It's only after you two catch your breath that you remember something important.
“But what about Vision? Aren't you two still married?”She offers you a sheepish smile as you look at her with concern, dread filling your chest at the thought of being the reason that Wanda was unfaithful to her husband.
“Actually, he was the one who actually made me realize my feelings for you.”
“So what you’re saying is-” You start. She nods as her smile grows, planting another kiss on your lips.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, moya lyubov. We’re not together anymore.” She finished.
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Abruptly standing up from the mattress, you turn your body to face her, bowing slightly as you hold out your hand to her, palms facing up at you smile at her.
Wanda frowns at your sudden movement before a knowing smile appears on her face as she realizes what you were doing.
“May I have this dance?”
Her smiles grows up at you as she stands, nodding her head as she places her hand over yours. With your arms wrapped around her waist, her own around your neck, you pull her close and she can't help but think that this was where she was meant to be all along
“You may.”