Wanda/Elizabeth One-Shots

Whispers of the Heart (W.M)

(Wanda POV)

I stood in the shadows, my heart heavy with a bittersweet mixture of pain and longing. There he was, Ethan Stark, my once upon a time, walking hand in hand with someone new. Her laughter was a melody that reached my ears, a haunting reminder of what we used to share. The sight tugged at the strings of my heart, unraveling emotions I thought were buried deep within the recesses of my soul.

It had been months since we parted ways, yet the ache of our separation felt as fresh as an open wound. Vision, my constant companion and confidant, sensed my turmoil. His synthetic eyes mirrored concern as he gently placed a hand on mine. "Wanda, are you alright?" he asked, his voice a soothing cadence.

I managed a weak smile, my lips trembling slightly as I nodded. How could I explain the storm that raged within me? How could I convey the conflicting emotions that threatened to drown me? Despite the artificial nature of his being, Vision's understanding gaze held a depth of empathy that made me feel seen, even in the darkest corners of my heart.

The truth was, seeing Ethan with someone else was a dagger to my soul. It wasn't jealousy, not entirely. It was the agony of witnessing a love that once bloomed between us now being nurtured in someone else's arms. It was the realization that the heart, despite its logical reasoning, still clung to the vestiges of the past.

Vision's cool fingers brushed against my temple, a gesture of comfort that sent shivers down my spine. "You loved him deeply," he said softly, his words a mirror to my thoughts. "But love is a vast ocean, Wanda. It has the capacity to endure, even when the shores change."

His words hung in the air, sinking into the depths of my consciousness. I looked at him, my eyes searching his for answers that even he might not possess. "I thought I was healing," I whispered, my voice fragile like glass on the verge of shattering.

"Emotional healing is not a linear process," Vision said, his voice gentle. "It is a series of ebbs and flows, of highs and lows. You are allowed to feel, Wanda. You are allowed to mourn what was lost, even as you embrace what lies ahead."

I nodded, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. The truth in his words struck a chord within me. Love, in all its forms, was a labyrinthine maze. It twisted and turned, leading us to unexpected places, and sometimes, it brought us face to face with the ghosts of our past.

As the days passed, I found myself grappling with a kaleidoscope of emotions. When the night fell, I would slip into the astral plane, seeking solace amidst the stars. There, in the cosmic expanse, I could let my guard down, allowing the currents of my heart to guide me.

One night, as my astral form soared through the constellations, I felt a familiar presence beside me. It was Vision, his aura a comforting glow amidst the cosmic darkness. "You're not alone, Wanda," he said, his voice a whisper in the cosmic winds. "Even in the vastness of the universe, our souls are intertwined."

His words resonated with a profound truth. I wasn't alone. My connection with Ethan might have changed, but the echoes of our love reverberated through the universe. Love, in its essence, was a force that transcended the boundaries of time and space. It was an energy that bound us all, a reminder of our shared humanity.

In the waking world, I continued my journey of healing. I threw myself into my magical pursuits, immersing myself in the ancient texts and incantations that had once been my refuge. Magic became my sanctuary, a place where I could channel my emotions into something tangible. The incantations, once whispered in solitude, now echoed with a newfound power, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

The Avengers, my chosen family, became my pillars of strength. In their laughter and camaraderie, I found moments of respite from the whirlwind of my emotions. Natasha, with her unwavering strength, became my confidante, her wisdom a guiding light in my moments of darkness. She had weathered her own storms, and in her, I found a kindred spirit, someone who understood the complexities of the heart.

Yet, despite the support that surrounded me, the ache of my unspoken love for Ethan lingered. It was during my quietest moments, in the stillness of the night, that his face would appear in the canvas of my mind. His laughter, his touch, the warmth of his smile - they were fragments of a love that refused to fade.

One day, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I found myself standing before the mirror in my room. My reflection stared back at me, her eyes a kaleidoscope of emotions. It was then that Vision appeared beside me, his presence a silent reassurance.

"You still love him," he said, his voice a gentle reminder.

I nodded, my throat constricting with the weight of my unspoken truth. "I do," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"And that's okay," Vision said, his words carrying the weight of wisdom. "Love, even when unrequited, is a testament to the depth of the heart. It is a reflection of your capacity to love, Wanda. It doesn't diminish your strength; it enhances it."

Tears welled in my eyes, the floodgates of my emotions finally opening. In that moment, I allowed myself to grieve for the love I had lost, for the dreams that had slipped through my fingers like sand. I grieved for the echo of his touch that still lingered on my skin and the ghost of his lips that haunted my dreams.

In the depths of my vulnerability, Vision enveloped me in his embrace. His touch was a reminder that I was not alone in my pain, that even synthetic beings could understand the complexities of the human heart. Together, we stood before the mirror, two souls intertwined in the dance of love and loss.

As the days turned into weeks, I found myself facing a choice - to let go or to hold on. Love, I realized, was not about possession; it was about freedom. It was about allowing the heart to soar, even when the object of its affection belonged to someone else. Love, in its truest form, was unconditional, devoid of expectations or demands.

With Vision's support, I chose to release Ethan from the confines of my expectations. I chose to set him free, allowing him to pursue his own happiness, even if it meant that our paths would never converge again. It was a painful choice, but it was also a liberating one. In letting go, I found a strange sense of peace, a tranquility that had eluded me for so long.

One day,