#(liking Wanda as an X-Men fan is tough enough already okay)

[lovecanbesostrange]

The best thing about WandaVision is that it proves if the studio/creators don’t want you to know something, you really don’t know. Which I think should be employed more than all the trailers that tell 3/4 of a story. And wow... I’m screaming and crying.

I know the word “multiverse” is already in the Doctor Strange movie title and I know all the casting madness around Spider-Man. But did I think I would get a Pietro played by Evan Peters?! NO!

And this is just........ those Fox movies are the only “current” canon in which the twins even are Magneto’s kids. I do wonder, why re-name the Maximoff parents and not go with Marya and Django? BUT friendly reminder that Wanda’s mom is Django’s sister Natalya and as of Feb 2021 the identity of her biological father is undisclosed. And no, it’s not Magneto, hasn’t been since the 2014 event AXIS. In the Fox films Pietro is at least allowed to be a mutant and Erik’s kid. And this bleeds over now and my heart grows three sizes and then spills over into tears...

I love Monica Rambeau and that after her awful experience, she is still willing to see Wanda as grieving person (Monica herself has to deal with a lot right now) and someone who lost control. And maybe if Monica could have found a better way to talk to her. But well, weapons are drawn. (The worst part is, all Wanda needs for her little sitcom bubble are people willing to go along; honey you could find lots of people willing to step into sitcom fantasy land.............)

I knew this would hurt so much and the angst is coming, the pain is so high and the people all around are getting hurt in the process. I knew it. But damn this is an avalanche.

Looking back at everybody being “we want House of M for Wanda”... well, there, you have it. People being forced into a life that’s not their own and a woman trying to just be left alone. Well, without the part where she did grand deepest wishes for most of the powered people she knew. (Another reminder, within House of M Wanda made herself a human, while mutants ruled; which is super funny with that fucking AXIS retcon I hate with the passion of a hundred burning suns.......)

omg I’m sorry, I don’t even want to do this, bringing in the comics so much. But I’m just so mad all around when it comes to Wanda. I hate how media never took the whitewashing issue up and make Feige, Whedon & Co face what they did there. But I’m also mad how that got turned around within fandom to shit on everything else about her MCU version as a character and holding up her being a jewish Romani as a shield, without ever looking any further. How magic is this kinda important thing that was taken. And how in the comics she tore the Avengers apart one time and what “no more mutants” even means. And that her whole history is so convuled, it’s three ret-cons in a coat. And.... just..... I want to wrap all the versions of Wanda Maximoff in a blanket and make her tea, okay?

Also thank you, show, for finally saying it out loud. No cutesy nickname. It’s why I got super annoyed at everything to do with the movies that called Wanda the Scarlet Witch. Because that hasn’t happened in the MCU yet. (Since in the comics that name is a legacy title now anyway.)

Can Monica keep those pants? Those could come in handy. And well, so the scan didn’t show anything. Is this.... is this now really how she gains powers? Will this be her new origin? The thought crossed my mind before, but are we really going down that road?

AND ALL THE MILLION BONUSPOINTS FOR CASUALLY NAMEDROPPING CAPTAIN MARVEL ONLY TO SEE MONICA’S FACE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *screams into the void* yep, didn’t hurt at all.................

Okay, so, well Tommy and Billy... will they die? Will I have to suffer through it all including the soul transfer and all? I have the Young Avengers books and tbh Billy and Tommy were never the ones I cared most about (love The Children’s Crusade, because after Avengers Disassembled and House of M that was the first story that was really about Wanda as a person, with something resembling agency and a voice). But seeing them rapidly aging and all. OMG. And the way Wanda is so confused that they won’t do what she wants like everybody else... my heart hurts from watching all of that.

Agnes was MVP this ep for sure. The most shady of MVPs, here for it. (I know Monica specifically said that she heard Wanda's voice in her head, but Norm screaming "make her stop", her...)

Oh right, a commercial again. HOORAY! Sometimes I laugh (by which I mean cry) about the fact that what happened in Lagos set off so much. But there Wanda could only react. Crossbones fucking killed himself and the explosion on the ground could have cost many, many people their lives. Wanda was not fast enough and too inexperienced to contain the explosion just like ten seconds longer, so everybody was clear. (The best part is seeing the agonizing look on his face, because he doesn’t die as fast as he expected, oops.) It was a tragedy how many got killed by the bomb. if a hand grenade goes off in a crowd and you kick it away, you are not solely responsible for the casualties when you tried your best to get it away from as many as possible. Well, wait, what I wanted to get back to - setting the Hulk loose in Johannesburg, that is something Wanda did that was somewhat buried under a rug. That was something she didn’t answer for. But they keep bringing up Lagos instead. Also nice touch saying that husband's can use it too. Remember when Vision accidentally shot Rhodey down? (Funny bringing up Germany, where the worst Wanda did was destroying cars and throwing other Avengers around, she was the one pulling her punches that day. And ended up in a straightjacket.)

Can Pietro just go and get Jean over, so Wanda can finally have somebody to actually talk to? XD (I know MCU Wanda is Hot Topic Jean Grey.............)

Vision having no idea what truly is going on, no recollection of his actual life. That also hurts. Why does everything about this episode hurt so much? It’s only 5 of 9, WHAT ELSE IS COMING?? (stillexpectingmephistoandsomereallydarkstuff)

I trust Monica, Woo and Darcy - everybody else needs to sit down.

((On my monthly pull list I have S.W.O.R.D. and also Strange Academy, and the fact that in SA we got to see Wanda’s e-mail inbox with a message from Magneto reaching out and in S.W.O.R.D. seeing his face when Wanda is mentioned... feelings. But also watching WandaVision, somebody saying Wanda should reverse death, thinking about comic Wanda creating millions of zombies out of good intentions..... look, I like Wanda and that has been one painful experience after the other in any medium..... if she blows up the world out of grief, I will still shrug with a “good for her”, such a rough ride...))

[can-u-imagine-that]

Title: Battle Scars, part 3;

Fandom: X-Men (crossover with The Avengers, both movie-verse);

Character: Peter Maximoff;

Note: Y/N: Your Name;

Warning: Cursing;

Request: Okay I have a long request, please bear with me (probably could be split into parts). I have been craving for a little crossover imagine between the Avengers and the X-men. Soooo I was thinking that the main OC or the “you” has a relationship with Peter and they are all happy and stuff (idk probably before Dark Phoenix, after Apocalypse) and their mutation is healing… they can easily heal wounds but it hurts them when they do and the Avengers want them to help in the fight with Thanos (1) They feel the pain of the wound and depending of how many wounds they heal it may actually hurt them. They are an old friend of Natasha and Clint. They end up having a fight with Peter because he doesn’t want them to go (I like to think the x-men did their part during the war too, so maybe you could come up with something) but they end up going anyway, without solving things between them and Peter. And of course they disappear in Thanos Snap and Peter grieves and all fast foward (2) the remaining x-men are helping the Avengers fight Thanos in End Game when the Blip happens and boom they are back and reunite with Peter and he matured a lot and was never able to let go of his s/o and fluff happens… sorry for the long request omg, I just got really excited and I really hope you like it and can do it… thank you so so much Author’s Note: It’s quite obvious but I need to clarify that I’m changing a lot of stuff from both Avengers and X-Men movies to fit this request. So this is only part one so it’ll manly focus on Peter and the reader BUT I decided to consider him and Pietro as two different characters since they are from different movie universes theorically and since, well, Pietro barely even existed in the Avenger’s universe unfortunaly.

And now the final part of this imagine, which I must say is one of my favorites. I had so much fun and of course I had to re-watch both Infinity War and End Game which made it even better. I thought about doing a smut, but decided to keep it cute and touching. Let me know if anyone is interested in a part 4.

Hope you all enjoy it!

Click to read part 1

Click to read part 2 (in case you missed it)

Things went havoc when the battle started and you lost Peter from your sight for a long time, but somehow you knew he had you on his all the time. You focused on your main task which was keeping yourself and all the teammates you could help alive.

Instead of depending on the gun all the time you used your powers recklessly. It was dangerous but you’ve never been really fond of battle. You shot enemies around you when needed but your main task was finding and healing everyone that you could. When your powers started to get you too tired you noticed you couldn’t heal them completely, but kept doing your best.

You were breathlessly healing a huge gash on Wanda’s side when Thanos army turned into dust. When the pain from the wound eased you managed to stand up, widening your eyes when you saw Tony Stark.

He looked barely alive. Half of his body was completely black and burned by the use of the Stones.

Automatically your feet took you near him, your hands reaching to touch him to try easing his pain. You didn’t know him, it was true, but just the fact that he sacrificed himself to save everyone was enough for you.

But someone grabbed you before you could.

A tall and slim woman in a blue suit, very similar to Tony’s red one, stared at you with her eyes filled with tears, her lips pressed into a tight line. You remember healing her once during the battle. Her name was Pepper.

“H-He... you...” she whispered, breathing heavily until she finally calmed enough to speak properly to you “You’re just going to kill yourself... in this state... both, your and his... it’s too much... I noticed how your power works... even if you were in full condition, trying to heal him now could get you killed...”

She made you step back from where Tony was. A boy who had introduced himself as Peter was kneeled in front of him, saying something but your attention was focused on Pepper.

“No... I-I... I can... let me try... please... please, Pepper...” you pleaded, shaking her hand off and making your way to Tony again.

“Someone, stop her.”

Before you could understand what was happening you were swept off of your feet and throw into someone’s shoulder. It took you a while to recognize Sam before he spoke to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N... we can’t lose someone else...” he said, placing you carefully on the ground.

You considered trying to run, but when you looked over Tony again it was too late. You could feel it.

He was gone.

A gush of wind signaled you that Peter stood by yourside again. You had no idea of what happened during that time you disappeared but the pained expression on the silver haired mutant told you a lot.

You allowed yourself to stumble towards his body, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face on the crook of his neck. And you had no idea of how much he needed that. Your warmth was all he nedded at the moment. He closed his eyes, squeezing you tightly against his body.

During the next few days, in grief and respect to Iron Man’s sacrifice, the X-Men stayed with the Avengers, attending the funeral and helping them settle down again. Your power was really appreciated after you recovered completely.

You and Peter barely had time to speak to each other, as you came to learn how much the speedster became close to Tony, thus suffering a lot for his lost and as you grieved for Natasha’s death. You also noticed how much he changed. How different he was. In a normal circumstance the new Peter would have been a major turn on for you, after all, technically, physically speaking, now he was the older one in the relationship a place - which obviously you never thought would change - that used to be yours.

It was during a cold night where you woke up from a nightmare that you and him finally started to talk about all that happened.

“Hey, hey... babe... I’m here... it’s okay...” he whispered quietly, staring at your face while his hand drawn small circles in your tear stained cheeks.

“I-I...” still dazed from the dream you sobbed and whimpered, making Peter aware that this was the same nightmare you have had for the least three nights. Only this time was worse and you ended up waking. Usually he’d just cuddle you until you calmed in your sleep “I could... I could have saved him... I could have...”

“Sh, no... you could not. You’d die, Y/N... and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you again... for the third time...” he whispered, kissing your sweaty forehead and when he noticed that your breath was still erratic he sat on the bed, gently lifting you so that you were now sat in front of him “Hey, breath with me... c’mon...”

Peter knew pretty well what you were going through, oh, how he knew. He remembered the first year after the Snap. He would wake up just like that, but he had no one be there for him. So he promised himself that he would be there for you. He helped you ease your breath, staring in your eyes kindly, with only the light of the bedside lamp casting a weak yellow hue on your features.

“I’m... sorry...” you whispered ashamed.

“Hey. You don’t have to apologize...” he said immediately, shifting his body so that his legs were almost crossed with his ankles meeting behind you and your legs were hunched over his thighs “I went through this a lot... but I’m here with you. I’ve got you... I promise.”

Your eyes, still welled with unfallen tears, met his. Peter was dead serious and you couldn’t help a small chuckle.

“It must have been really tough years... this five that went by...” you whispered bitterly “I wish... I wish I could have helped you... when you went through this...”

A small smile found it’s way to his lips.

“You did. You have no idea how much...”

You stared at him confused. Without speaking, he simply tugged at the chain he had around his neck. You wanted to ask him what it was, but didn’t find the right moment before. It was always tucked inside his shirts, but you could see that he wore it all the time. And Peter was never really a fan of accessories.

You gasped when met with the familiar silver glean of the ring he gave you.

“I had this with me all the time... it was my most precious reminder of you. And also a reminder that somehow I had to bring you back because I had really fucked everything up that day.” your breath caught in your throat when you saw his eyes shining “I... spoke with you all the time. When these nightmares happened. I just couldn’t bear the fact that you were gone and I had not even properly said goodbye to you. I hadn’t said how much I loved you... because I was being a fucking brat...”

You hugged him tightly, feeling your shirt getting wet with his tears on your shoulder and suddenly the roles were reversed and he was the one being comforted by you.

“I’m here now...” you whispered sweetly in his ear.

“It was hell...” he kept muttering really fast “It was like hell. Like I was the one dead. And I didn’t even know if dying would allow me to meet you again. I felt useless and weak. I missed you... I missed you so much. Sometimes I’d even see you... except of couse it wasn’t you. But it seemed so real...”

“Peter...”

“And then I had already lost all my hopes Scott came with his idea and... and... I didn’t want to get my hopes to high, but I did. I even managed to get better for a while. For a while I felt like I could be that annoying Peter that everyone knew. Who didn’t give a fuck about a lot of stuff. Nat...” he choked a sob “Nat bet her life on the idea... and she was right... but still hurts so much...”

He was rambling so much that after his words started to mix with sobs that you could barely understand what was the subject again. He started to talk about Natasha and then about Tony and after that about you again.

“Hey, love, look at me...” you said, holding his head between your hands and resting your forehead agains his “You’re the one panicking now... breath...”

Peter snapped out of it, taking a final deep breath before allowing his hand to rest over yours.

“Sorry...” you both smiled a little, wiping tears and breathing softly, just enjoying each other’s company.

After a while his hands trailed towards the chain again, unhooking it and slidding the ring out of it.

“You told me to hold onto this... until you came back...” he said, gazind fondly at it “I didn’t expect it would take you five years...”

Remembering something you furrowed your brow at him.

“Hey... why did you said you couldn’t lose me for the third time? Technically you only did once...”

“For me it was worth two... the first time was after that stupid fight before you left... and the second during the Snap...”

“Silly... I said we would figure out things when I got back... you didn’t lost me that first time...” you said while your arms circled his neck.

“Well, you were about to meet a bunch of Avengers, y’know. That can affect any guy’s self steem...” he arched one brow at you and you giggled.

“Wow, so that means your ego actually wasn’t strong enough at the time?”

“Can we go back to being sweet, please?” he pouted, grabbing your right hand that was resting on his neck and roughly shoving the ring back into your finger.

You actually laughed at his attitude.

“There’s the Peter I know. Really sweet, huh?”

He smirked, but gently got a hold of your hand, approaching it from his face and kissing your knuckles. His eyes closed as he brushed the back of your hand softly against his face, feeling the coolness of the ring mixed with the warmth of your skin. Then his lips drifted to your wrist, peppering your arm with kisses, making you giggle until he finally found your neck earning a small hum from you. Then finally his lips found yours and his breath rigged because, oh my fucking God, how he had missed you.

You allowed him to push you back into the bed, his body glued into yours. You were so close to each other that you could barely understand where your body finished and Peter’s started. The kiss had so much longing into it and his touches seemed to worship you, caressing your sides and face as if you were the purest and most precious gem he could ever find. There was no malice on his touches, you noted, Peter just wanted to actually feel you were there.

“Y’know...” as if on a cue, he whispered against your lips, pulling apart just to talk and dive into your neck slowly “I’m having nightmares too...” your hands tangled into his hair, soflty messing with his silver strands and drifting to caress his neck and back “Sometimes... I dream that I’m waking up and you’re not here again... and then I actually wake up, feeling terrified that I’ll look by my side and find an empty bed... but then...” he pulled away, his dark eyes finding yours and you see nothing but love radiating from them “Then I look at you... and you’re there looking like a freaking angel... and I know that I’m the luckiest man in the world...”

“Aren’t you charming?” you smile and even though you have a light and jokinly tone he knows that what you say afterwards is indeed really serious “I’m glad that I have you with me... because these scars... these fears and dreams... they’re gonna be a hole battle just by themselves...”

Peter laid by yourside now, his thumb caressing your cheek as you looked at him. He pulled you closer, kissing your lips again.

“I know. But we’ll fight this battle together... and this time I’ll make sure we win right on the first try...” you smiled, staring lovingly into his eyes. His words soothing you more than any kind of physical comfort he could give you “But you’ll have to be really strong... it’s a... bumpy road...”

“I promise I will be...”

And this time you would keep your promise to him.