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The mutant drives slowly through the town, getting curious looks from the local citizens. She parks at the adress and gets out of the car, walking to the foundation of a good sized house.
She unfolds the house plan, starring at the red heart with a “To grow old in” written in the middle and signed with a V.
She feels the lump in her throat grow, her nose burning and the pain in her chest becoming stronger and sharper. She uses the strength she has left to walk to the middle, but it runs out, making her fall to her knees.
She had lost everything. Her parents. Her home. Her purpose. Her brother. And finally, the love of her life. The universe must hate the woman, causing her such pain and suffering.
She feels her insides boil as it was going to explode, and it was. Magic is felt running fast through her veins, just waiting for a catalyst to act. But then...
“Wanda!”
Shattered, she turns around seeing you coming in her direction. “Y/n? What are you doing here?”
“I heard you broke into S.W.O.R.D. complex and fallowed you here”. You kneel beside her.
“He bought this.” You look at her confused, take the paper that fell and get what she meant. “I’m so sorry.”
“Why? I just wanted to know this. Why this kind of thing keeps happening? Why can’t I stay happy? Why life hates me?”
“Wanda, you need to calm down. I can feel your magic just waiting for you to pull the trigger.”
Not really knowing what to do, you pull her to yourself, comforting her with a tight hug.
“I lost all of them. They’re all gone.” She sobs the words.
“Shhh, no. You’re wrong. I’m still here. I’ll never go, I’ll never leave you. I promise.” You make her look in your eyes. “You can count on me, for everything. I’ll be your safe place, your fortress. I can be your home if you let me. Count on me to cheer you up, or just to be a shoulder to cry on. I am here, Wanda. Never forget this.”
She buries her face wet with tears in your neck, sobbing some more. She feels herself cooling down and her pain fading. She felt safe in your arms.
“Thank you.”
She moves away sniffling on her coat sleeve. You bring your thumbs to the redhead’s face, gently wiping her tears. You gaze her face, puffy eyes and red nose and smile.
“Always available. Now c’mon, I’m gonna get you home.”
You help her stand up and walk with arms on her shoulders. You would get your car later, so both of you get in Wanda’s car – you at the wheel.
“Wanna go to the supermarket and buy ice cream so we can eat straight from the pot while watching TV?”
“Mhm.” She says shyly, and you just chuckle.
You may not know and experienced what she went through, but know how to put yourself on someone’s shoes. And you did it with Wanda. You felt in your heart the duty of being here with her until her soul had been sutured and the scars are gone. You are going to be there for her. For as long as necessary.
