enchanted • wanda maximoff

| chapter two |

' the sky is so tragically beautiful,
a graveyard of stars '

"MISS ELLIE." A voice rang through the training room. The sounds of punches hitting a sand-filled bag stopped as a blonde girl turned to look at the owner of the voice with raised eyebrows.

"What?" Her British accent was laced around the word. The young male gulped before clearing his throat, clearly intimidated by the female that stood in front of him, sea-blue eyes piercing into him as if they were staring right into his soul.

"U-um." He stuttered, shaking ever so slightly as he looked down, his tongue washing over his bottom lip as fear travelled through his body.

"What is it?" She snapped, annoyed with the man's silence.

"M-Mr Strucker w-wants to...uh..see you." He said, eyes burning a hole in the ground as he didn't dare look up at the blonde-haired beauty. Ellie rolled her eyes at the cowardly male but dropped her boxing gloves on the floor and strutting out the room with her head held high, confidence radiating from her body.

"Father." Her voice echoed throughout the room, a chill running down the spines of those that feared her. However, there was one elder looking male that grinned at the familiar angelic voice.

"Ell." Wolfgang von Strucker wrapped the girl he thought of as his daughter in a hug. Ever since he found her in the other base, covered in the blood of her victims, Strucker took care of her and raised as if she was his own, and in return, Ellie protected with her life, ready to jump in front of a train for him.

"You asked for me?" She raised her brows, stepping out of his embrace with a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Ah, yes!" A grin washed over his facial features, and he motioned towards the glowing sceptre which belongs to the god of mischief, Loki. "Look at this, meine tochter. It's glowing."

"Wow. I didn't realise, мой отец ." Sarcasm laced her words as she placed her hand on her jutted out hip.

"You're sarcasm is very appreciated, Ellie." Hearing the strong Sokovian accent, a grin tugged at the blonde's lips as she turned around, embracing her best friend.

"Pietro." The said male grinned, cheekily before wrapping his arms around the female. "How are you, my friend?"

"I am well." Ellie grinned, pecking his cheek before looking behind him for his twin. "Wanda is still on her way here." Pietro knew that the two girls fancied each other; he could practically feel the bond between the two.

"I am here, dear brother." Hearing the soft voice of the youngest Maximoff twin, Ellie spun on her heels before bringing the brunette into her arms.

"Hello, моя любовь." Wanda smiled warmly, nuzzling her head into the chest of the beautiful goddess-like an angel.

'She becomes prettier every day.' The voice of the enchantress echoed in the blonde assassin's head.

'That is very true.'

"You know, you really have to teach me Russain." Ellie smiled, pressing a small kiss to the witch's nose.

"If I do, you'll know what I say." Pietro rolled his eyes.

"That is the whole point, Ellie." The said female winked at the twins, releasing Wanda from her embrace as she took a step back.

"But where is the fun in that, глупый." Pietro glared at the female assassin before grabbing his sister and speeding away, a mischevious grin on his face. "Pietro!" She yelled, sprinting out of the room, eyes glowing a slight gold as she looked for her friends.

Strucker smiled softly at his daughter and the two twins. What most didn't know was that Strucker cared for the twins just as much as he cared for his daughter, well, maybe he cared for the blonde more. For some reason, Ellie reminded him of himself, personality-wise that is.

"Come back here!" Ellie yelled as she ran around the Hydra base. The blonde soon grew tired and leant against the wall, already exhausted after searching for about half an hour.

"Already tired?" Pietro grinned as he stood in front of his best friend, his twin in his arms, her arms around his neck. Ellie stuck out her tongue and dived forward, reaching out to grab them before wrapping her arms around the twins.

"I guess I win." She grinned, pumping her fist in the air as a victorious smile plastered itself on her face. "How about another round?" She suggested and grinned when the twins nodded their heads, happily ready to play another game. "You two hide, and we shall search for you. We'll give you a ten-second head start." Wanda jumped out of her older brothers arm, both their brows raised.

"We?" Ellie winked, a smirk tugging at the corner of her full pink lips.

"Enchantress." She whispered and just like that, the witch taking over the body of Ellie Kane. The mystical being smirks wickedly at them before disappearing into a puff of black smoke with hints of gold floating around. The twins glanced at each other before grinning and splitting off, both running in different directions as they searched for their friend.

A couple of hours later, the youngest twin, Wanda Maximoff, stumbled upon the rooftop, arms wrapped around her freezing self. The air was frozen lace on the brunette's skin, delicate and cold, like winter waves on sallow sand. The sky is washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches of brilliance. Breath pale against the numbing air; she blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed the brunette's face, captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sat heavy on her eyelashes. She adored the snow, more so when it was falling.

A pair of arms snaked their way around her waist, a small gasp of surprise jumping out of her mouth, escaping into the cold day. The heat that was given off by the person seemed to relax Wanda as she turned around and snuggled into the familiar arms of her crush.

"Found you, αγάπη μου." Wanda shivered as the warm breath of her crush caressed her cold cheek. The Enchantress pressed her tighter into her chest, loving the feeling of her mate in her arms. In her embrace, the world stopped still on its axis. There was no time, no wind, no rain. The dark witch's mind was at peace. She could see what Wanda's love was like. Pure. Unselfish. Undemanding. Free. She felt the brunette's body press into her chest, soft and warm. This was the love she'd waited for, prayed for. She inwardly thanked her creator and hugged the shorter girl all, the tighter. A love like this was to be cherished for life.

Finally, she thought to herself, I feel at home.

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Translation;

meine tochter = My daughter (German)
мой отец = My father (Russian)
моя любовь = My love (Russian)
глупый = Stupid (Russian)
αγάπη μου = My love (Greek)