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She was power. She was strength. She was ruling.
That's all Bucky Barnes could think, on the battlefield. They were in an airport, fighting his supposed new allies, Steve's friends, fighting to prove his own innocence and to survive, impeach others Winter Soldiers yo be released freely in the world.
And he was fighting the man who believed he killed his father. And he has only been able to say "I didn't kill him", to see a mist of red energy surrounding the panther, sending across the field, like he was an autumn leaf drifting by the breeze.
His head turned right to see that girl. Wanda, Steve said. When he saw her, he has felt that sudden electricity down his spine. He learnt that she was a sort of witch, enhanced, playing with powers and mind. He had been scared of her going into his mind. Like Hydra. But then, he saw her eyes. Her deep, green eyes and recognized emotions he knew all too well : the need to do things right. To make amends. To fight for what she believed in. And the fear of herself.
Just like him.
She was in her burgundy coat, her magic tingling from her fingers, searching for injuries. He only managed to show that he was fine by a head gesture, blown away.
She was magnetic. She was chaos. But she was right.
Her eyes softened when his met hers, making a step toward him.
He quickly stood up when he saw a movement behind her.
The android. The red man. Whatever he was.
He seemed to be in pain, but resigned. He was about to…
No.
Bucky's voice came out, furious. Protective. No one would touch her.
"Behind!"
He ran, as Wanda turned, shocked for a second.
"Vision, no."
"I have no choice Wanda. You made me do this."
Bucky was now at her side. And their faces expressed the same anger, the same disappointment. The yellow Stone glowed as Bucky suddenly felt… so weak. He was powerless. His body fell to his knees, not responding. Wanda looked at him, and panic came on her face. Her eyes turned red, understanding that, Vision managed to make him no more than a puppet, a mind trapped in a dead body.
Her scream resonated in the whole tarmac. A blast of energy irradiated from her, magic shifting, furiously. Like begging to be released.
And she snapped.
The whole concrete, the airport, everything shook, pushed by the red flow. The synthezoid has been sent back, crashing against the wall, unable to use his powers. The whole crew stopped, stunned by what happened. Steve and Sam looked for the source, and catched it. Everyone looked at them. At her, mouth open. Motionless.
The Goddess. The Goddess that she was.
Magic was surrounding him, as a crown appeared on her forehead. Her hands moved, sending flows of energies through him, giving him back the control of his body. Her red eyes were looking at him, the red mist still flowing of her. He made a step and dared to reach for her hand, with his metal one. Instinctively with his metal one. For the first time, he felt the need to use it, trustingly.
And the connection happened.
A blast, through him, though her, through both, as the magic connected their souls. A dome surrounded them, protecting them from the others. They were the only ones that mattered. Though her fury seemed to lessen, her eyes were glowing and he almost went on his knees, willingly this time. To worship her. And Bucky, even though it has been the case since he crossed his eyes, knew in that exact moment that he would follow her though the Seven Circles of Hell. She was his redemption.