MARVEL IMAGINES

WANDA MAXIMOFF • d-day

For a while, you thought things were going well.

That thought quickly ended when you were half unconscious, slumped against a tree. A mad purple titan had thrown the lot of you around like rag dolls, leaving you confused and agitated.

Rubbing your eyes, you sat yourself up, beginning to stand. You looked around, trying to gather the situation. A few meters away, you vividly see your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, call out to Steve worriedly. This woke you, making you stand up straight. You went to run to him when his gun fell from his hand, his body collapsing. You braced yourself to hear the thud of his body hitting the ground, but when none came, you looked to Steve.

Still slightly out of it, you didn't quite grasp the fact that Bucky dissolved into the ground. In fact, you didn't really know what was happening at all. Instead of perusing Steve, you spun on your heel and went to Wanda. You could feel the sadness radiating off her as she sat there, Vision's head in her lap. Wanda rubbed her thumb over his forehead, whispering incoherent things to his body. You crouched down next to her, her sadness infecting you like a disease. Vision was a good friend to you too, you couldn't leave his body alone with only Wanda.

"Wanda." You said, placing a hand on her shoulder. She didn't reply, her gaze turning to the landscape around the two of you. "Wanda?" You repeated, your grip on her shoulder tightening. Suddenly, your grip loosened. You felt as her body dissolved from under your fingers, making you retract them quickly. You scrambled back from you were sitting, yelling out for Steve. "What's happening?!" You screeched, making him look towards you. He comes over, crouching down next to Vision's body,

"Oh god."

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WRITTEN BY ELLE
I made it cuter by putting it into nicer paragraphs and not naming the fat purple toad that makes me sad