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Wanda can’t remember the last time she was touched so tenderly, much less the last time she was held in such a loving manner.
For years she had been alone, holing herself away in the cold of Mount Wundagore, trying desperately to be the Sorceress Supreme no one thought she was capable of being. She had been the queen of isolation, going months without seeing another living being at a time.
Now, though, things are different.
She has allies, friends even, a team she can rely on to have her back in battle. For the first time in a long time there are people who care about her and her wellbeing, despite all she has and hasn’t done. People like Illyana and Stephen.
Stephen.
The man who continues to surprise her with his kindness and understanding, whose arms Wanda is currently wrapped in. She can feel the heat of his breath grazing her cheek, heartbeat steady and strong against her back. They so rarely get moments of quiet like this, not with the multiverse collapsing around them –– but in Stephen’s arms the troubles of their shared fight seem to fade away.
“I can see the gears turning in your head, my dear.” He murmurs in her ear. “Is something bothering you?”
“No, not really.” Wanda sighs, turning her head to graze her lips against his jaw. “I just…is it wrong that I’m almost grateful for the entanglement? Despite all the pain and suffering it’s caused, without it I would still be wasting away in misery, completely alone. But now…now I have people to fight for.” I have you.
He stares down at her for a moment before answering.
“No, not at all. I cannot deny that I feel the same, as much as I tried not to at first.” He had been so resistant to their relationship at the start, torturing himself with his feelings for her and his self-imposed moral duty to fix Doom’s havoc. With time Wanda has sensed a change within him, has watched as Stephen allowed himself to be more affectionate with her, to stop holding himself back. “I love you Wanda, I would fix a thousand broken timelines to find you again.”
She feels her heart skip a beat, gazing into the intensity of Stephen’s green eyes that prove he means every word.
“I love you too,” Wanda whispers, twisting in his arms so her chest is pressing against his. She rises up on her tip toes and captures his lips in a tender kiss full of promises and reassurance.
