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Last Wish

Pairing: WandaNat x Barton!Reader, Clint Barton x Reader(siblings)

Words: 10k

Summary: Wanda has known grief, but not like this.

Warnings: angst, all of the angst, major character death, Vormir, survivor’s guilt, no happy ending, grief and mourning, please let me know if I missed one

A/N: this is the one I told you to grab tissues for. I'm not sorry, you were warned lol, it’s a long one, and I’m actually really proud of this one, so I hope you like it ☺️

NOW

Sunlight beams through the window, landing fully on Wanda’s face. She groans, wincing when the light burns her eyes.

A set of arms reach out and wrap around her waist. A smile stretches across her face as she lets herself be pulled back into the cocoon that she rolled out of sometime in the night. A trail of kisses is left by a familiar set of lips across her shoulder.

“Good morning, lyubov,” Natasha whispers into her ear.

The Sokovian rolls over to face her girlfriend, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips once they are face to face. “Good morning,” she bumps noses with the assassin.

The sound of a clearing throat comes from the other side of Natasha. “Good morning to you too,” you scoff sarcastically. “Where’s my good morning kiss?”

The two women giggle.

In less than a second, Natasha has scooped you up and switched spots with you. Now, with you settled between them, the Russian playfully raises an eyebrow, “I woke you up with good morning kisses.” She leans down to press her lips to yours to further prove her point.

“You may have, but there are those amongst us who refuse to do so,” you pout.

Grabbing your chin, Wanda guides you to look at her and smiles, “I am so sorry, my love. Please accept my deepest apologies. Allow me to remedy the situation.”

The kiss she gives you is soft and slow and thorough. By the time she lets you come up for air, you feel dizzy and completely under her spell.

“Good morning, my beautiful detka,” Wanda gazes down at you, eyes full of adoration, “was my apology to your satisfaction?”

Smiling giddy, you reply, “I think it will do.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, a grumbling sound comes from your stomach. Your girlfriends laugh as you attempt to cover your face.

“Well, I guess we know Y/n’s hungry,” Natasha teases. Her fingers dance across your ticklish sides.

Wanda watches happily but does not partake. She learned her lesson the time she tried to tickle you and ended up with a stray elbow to the stomach.

When Natasha finally gives you a break, Wanda leans down to kiss your head, “I will make us some breakfast.” She grabs Nat’s chin to kiss her as well before rolling off the bed.

The moment her bare toes meet the cold hard wood floor, an almost electric pulse runs up her body, and everything goes black.

The witch jolts awake in an empty bed and cold sheets. She peers at her surroundings reminding herself where she is…

The bedroom of a cabin in the middle of nowhere, completely alone.

She cries, lying there contemplating the series of events that led her here. The downfall of her relationship.

One lover gone from Wanda’s life, while the other is just gone.

Both made the choice to leave her. After all that’s happened, all that she has said and done, the guilt weighs heavy on the witch, but she can make it right. She can fix it.

Wanda walks through the rows of trees, trimming along the way. You had planted them before you left.

The three of you chose this place because it was beautiful. You wanted somewhere beautiful to call home after your time as Avengers came to an end. But now, Wanda lives here alone.

Soft steps on the grass alert Wanda to the arrival of another.

“Apples?”

She turns to find Stephen Strange approaching. “Eventually,” she offers the small limb out for him to take.

The Doctor takes branch, bringing the flower to his nose to smell, “it smells…..”

“Sweet,” Wanda finishes, “but that’s not why you came.” She plucks the limb from his hand and turns to place it in a box with the others, “what are you here for?”

She suspects why he is here, but she needs to hear him say it.

Stephen slightly cocks his head to the side, “I just came to see how you are doing.”

The Sokovian turns to face him, “and why would you do that?”

“We’re friends. That’s what friends do.”

Wanda folds her arms, “We fight one purple titan together, and that makes us besties?” She adds a twinge of petulance to last word. “Come now, Stephen,” she continues her walk through the trees, “let’s discuss what you really came to discuss.”

The Sorcerer falls into step with the her with a sigh, “alright, we’ve detected a growth in dark energy congregating in this area. I do some investigating, and I end up here. You wouldn’t happen to know why, would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t have the slightest idea,” Wanda shakes her head, “I left the magic behind me.”

Stephen huffs, “so it seems.” He stops walking and lets Wanda get a few steps behind before she notices. “This magic you are meddling in, it is the kind to corrupt everything and everyone it touches,” he warns. “Whatever you are trying to do isn’t worth what could happen.”

“Why do you assume I am trying to do something?” Wanda takes a step closer to him. “The only thing I am trying to do is to find some peace in my life. After everything I have been through, don’t I at least deserve that?” The pain is ebbing again. The gaping hole in her life making itself known.

The Doctor retreats a step, “of course, you do, but destruction with dark magic won’t help you achieve it.”

“I have nothing left to destroy. Is there something else I can help you with?”

Stephen sighs. He knows this conversation is going nowhere. She isn’t ready to give it up, and he can’t convince her. The only thing he can do is continue to monitor the situation and pray he can intervene in time if necessary.

The Sorcerer opens a portal back to the sanctum. Before he walks through it, he turns one last time, “just don’t let it destroy you, Wanda. She wouldn’t want that.”

After he is gone, Wanda returns to the house and into the basement. Her eyes dance over the pages as she searches for a way to fix this mess. She reminds herself of her mission and repeats over and over to herself.

“I will get her back.”

THEN

A tear falls from your eye as you look out over the horizon. The floating red man’s words play on a loop in your head.

‘A soul for a soul.’

Your heart breaks at the thought of not getting to be there when Wanda returns. You think of Clint and his family, your family, how this will affect them.

But your soul grows angry at the thought of that purple giant winning. You fear the possibility of failing again, of everyone you love and half of the world remaining dead. You take a deep breath and step towards the edge of the cliff.

You are brought to a halt by an iron grasp on your arm pulling you back.

“Over my dead body,” Natasha looks you in the face. Your partner stares into your eyes as intensely.

“Natasha, if we don’t get that stone, billions of people stay dead. Wanda stays dead,” your voice cracks at the mention of her name. Your third that you both have missed desperately since the snap. “I can’t allow that.”

The widow places her hands on your shoulders to get your complete attention, “and I cannot allow you to do this.”

“You have to,” you shake your head sadly, “it has to be me. The team needs you. The world needs you. Wanda will need you.”

“You don’t think she’ll need you too?” Tears gather in her eyes, “Y/n, she loves you so much.”

“She loves you more.”

“NO,” the redhead denies firmly, “and what about Clint? How am I supposed to face him and tell him his baby sister is gone?”

A sad smile graces your lips, “he’ll have his best friend to help him through it.”

“You’re his best friend.”

You shake your head, denying her statement.

“It’ll be ok,” you pull her into your arms, “you’ll be ok. You and Wanda and everyone, you all will be ok.”

She cups your face, tears streaming down both of your cheeks, “we wouldn’t, ever.”

You bring her in to gently press your lips to hers. She deepens the kiss, and you both know what this means. This is goodbye. You can feel it.

Only question is who is leaving.

Pulling back, the two of you hold each other for the last time.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

In a second, you grab her wrist and spin her to cuff her hands behind her back. You knock her off her feet, and she crashes to the ground in a heap. The terror on her face nearly breaks you, but you steel yourself and dash for the edge.

You don’t even make it halfway before you collapse to the ground in pain. Reaching for the source, you eventually find and rip off a widow bite. Looking up you see Natasha nearing the cliff.

Out of desperation, you pull out your gun and hit her in the back of her calf. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, as you sprint the final distance to the edge.

You jump and wait for an impact that comes much sooner than you had predicted. Natasha’s body collides with yours midair, then you both slam into the side of the mountain. You cling to her as she nearly slips from your hands.

The two of you hang from the side of the mountain. You look up to see the wire that is firmly attached to your belt.

“Damn you,” you look back down to Natasha, “why did you do that?”

Her face is calm as she looks back up at you, “let me go.”

“NO!”

“Let me clear my ledger,” the widow asks.

“Your ledger is clean!” You try to reach for her with your other hand, but you fall short, “baby please, don’t do this.”

Natasha smiles, “Its ok.”

All you can do is shake your head.

“I love you,” she knows this is it. She waits for you to repeat it. When you don’t, she prompts you, “say it.”

“Please,” you whimper.

“Say it,” her voice cracks. She needs to hear it, “please.”

“I love you, Natasha.”

“I love you both,” your partner smiles, “tell Wanda.”

Your face screws in pain, but you nod, “I will.”

“I’m so sorry,” Natasha whispers, then she kicks away from the mountain and slips through your fingers.

“Did this actually work?”

The team looks around with smiles on their faces, but their celebration is interrupted by a bone chilling scream. They turn to the source and find your crumpled form on the ground.

No one needs to ask what happened or where’s Nat. They can all see the answer when you writhe in indescribable pain.

Natasha is gone.

NOW

The pages flip one after the other as Wanda continues to search the book for a way to bring her love back to her.

For months, all she has done is search for a solution. There must be one. How many times have they cheated death? She should have died all those years ago in Sokovia, but she didn’t. Steve was buried in ice for nearly 70 years, but he came back ready to fight. Bucky survived cryo-sleep and torture, but he’s still around. Hulk was missing for two years, presumed dead, playing gladiator on some ridiculous planet, but he came back. They all came back.

So there has to be a way, and Wanda won’t stop until she finds it.

She’s already scoured every book on Earth relating to magic and nonhuman abilities. Every scrap of classified information that the Avengers, former SHIELD files, and any other organization of this type she could find.

It is here that she was introduced to the multiverse. There’s an infinite number of alternate realities just floating around out there. There are realities where the team never fought Thanos, the snap never happened, Natasha never sacrificed herself on Vormir, and the three of you were still together.

Somewhere out there are universes where you’re all happy.

All she has to do is find a universe with her lost love still alive and bring her back to this one. The problem is crossing between the universes is impossible, at least for now.

She searches day and night for a way, and her searching led her to a magic book, the Darkhold. They call it the book of the damned. It’s made of dark magic, Wanda is well aware of that. It’s the means to an end and nothing more.

The Darkhold speaks of a Scarlet Witch that is powerful enough to rule or destroy the entire universe, but Wanda doesn’t want that. She just wants to get her love back.

She flips the page again, unaware of the way her fingers have begun to lose their normal coloring. Her eyes scan over the lines, and she halts.

Dreamwalking. A way in which one can enhabit the body of their alternate self, living in that universe while also remaining in their own.

This is it. A chance for her to access another universe, to find the one she needs.

The book floats in front of Wanda as she sits on the ground. With a wave of her hand, she surrounds herself with a circle of candles. Her hands and eyes glow red as she reads the words out into the air. Red wisps stretch out all around.

Wanda blinks twice slowly before actually closing her eyes and slowly rising from the ground.

She is sent through a network of sorts, almost a red tunnel. There’s a struggle. As if she has to remove an obstacle from her path. It’s difficult, but suddenly the fight is over. The tunnel seems to open and so do Wanda’s eyes.

Looking around, Wanda stands in a kitchen. There are crayon drawings on the fridge and colorful dishes in the sink. She’s wearing a black dress that shows a little more cleavage than she would normally.

Across the room, she spots a framed picture of herself, Natasha, and you. She approaches it to get a closer look. You’re all dressed in white, smiling ear to ear. The bottom of the frame reads: Mrs. & Mrs. & Mrs.

“We were so happy,” she whispers to herself, completely unaware that she has an audience.

“Everything ok, love?”

Wanda holds her breath at the sound of that melodic voice that she hasn’t heard in so long. She turns quickly and finds Natasha standing behind her. She’s wearing a very nice dress suit, and she looks amazing.

All Wanda can do is stare.

The Russian smirks in that way that makes Wanda’s insides turn to mush.

“What?” she approaches the younger woman, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She wraps one arm around Wanda’s waist, while the other hand strokes her cheek, “what’s wrong?”

Wanda smiles and shakes her head. Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong. She revels in Natasha’s touch, one she feared she would never feel again.

Natasha leans in to kiss her quickly.

“Peter just got here,” she says as she fixes Wanda’s lipstick. “The twins are begging him to let them stay up and play video games all night,” she chuckles. She wraps her arm Wanda once her makeup is fixed, “he probably will. Maybe we should have picked someone else babysit.”

The younger woman can barely pay attention to what she is saying. She is too busy staring. She watches those perfectly kissable lips open and close to form words. She gets lost in emerald eyes that she only gets to see in her dreams.

“…Detka sent me to find you. Are you ready?” Natasha finishes.

Wanda is brought out of her thoughts and quickly comprehends what was said. “Detka…” she whispers reverently.

As if on cue, your voice floats around the corner, “if we don’t get going soon, Tony will come personally escort us to this party.” Both of your wives turn to the doorway which you enter. You stop only a few feet into the room, taking in the sight of them still in each other’s arms with their faces only inches apart. “Am I interrupting?” you ask playfully.

Both of your wives laugh and take in the sight of you. Just like them, you are dressed to the tens. You wear a long magenta dress that hugs you in all the right places. The slit that runs to your hip allows a delectable view of your right leg. Your hair is expertly pulled up, with small strands falling loose to frame your face perfectly. You look stunning, and Wanda can’t take her eyes off of you. She is sure you’ve never looked more beautiful.

She smiles widely, “you could never.”

In an instant, everything is gone. She is sent back into the tunnel, fighting to get back through.

Wanda lands on the ground with a thud. “What?” she looks around wildly looking for her lovers, but she is alone.

“No,” she exclaims as she crawls over to the book that is now laying closed on the ground, “no, she was there! She was right there!”

Desperately, she opens it back up and tries to recite the words again. She has to get back. That was only a second. Wanda only got to be with her for a second. It wasn’t long enough.

She raises herself into the air again and is able to reach the network, but when she reaches the obstacle she is unable to fight through. Groaning, she lands on the ground again.

The other version of herself is resisting her. That’s the obstacle she can’t fight through. She isn’t strong enough, but she will be. Or she’ll just find a reality with a weaker Wanda.

Either way, she will see her love again.

THEN

Tree leaves rustle in the wind, and that is the only thing to be heard. The small group stands silent as the dirt is thrown back into the hole it came from.

There’s no service for Natasha. No gathering of people who fought beside her. Not like what they held for Tony. No.

All she gets is a handful of people and an empty casket. A stone that reads her name.

Natasha Romanoff

Daughter – Sister – Lover – Avenger

This was Clint’s idea, to help you and Wanda find some kind of closure. Somewhere to go to say goodbye, even if there is nothing to bury. You had agreed hoping he was right. That this would help, but it seems not.

Wanda hates it. She hates the stone, the casket, the idea that Natasha is really gone, and she’s not coming back. Wanda hates a lot of things these days, but who can blame her. She just lost the love of her life.

The two of you stand side by side, silent tears roll down your cheeks. You’ve stopped wiping them away along time ago. You’re breaking. You’ve been trying to stay strong for Wanda. That’s what Natasha asked you to do, but your strength is wearing thin.

The Sokovian wants nothing to do with you seemingly. She barely talks to you and when she does it is almost always some passive aggressive remark. Her resentment is apparent.

As the last shovel of dirt falls to the ground, you feel another pang of grief. The finality of your time with Natasha hitting you full force. You grab Wanda’s hand for support, but she snatches it from you.

The pieces of your heart break again, and it takes everything you have just to stay standing.

She walks away, leaving you there alone.

Alone. That’s all you feel now. The past two months have been spent sharing a house with the partner you still have, but you still feel entirely alone. Natasha had wanted you to come together, but all you’ve done is drift further and further apart.

Clint comes beside you, wrapping an arm around you.

“I shouldn’t be here.”

You brother looks at you with concern, “you have every right to be here, just like her. You loved Natasha too; you deserve to say a proper goodbye.”

“No Clint,” you can’t lift your eyes off the ground, “I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have come back.”

“Don’t say that,” he turns you to face him straight on.

Your voice breaks, “Wanda thinks it. She won’t say it, but I know she thinks it’s my fault.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is!” you whisper yell, not wanting Wanda to hear you from where she stands a few yards away. “I don’t blame her. She needs Natasha, not me. But Nat’s not here, and that is all my fault.”

Clint grabs you by the shoulders, “no, it is not. It was that purple bastard. Natasha made a decision to bring Wanda and everyone back. She wanted you to be here for that.”

You shake your head and shrug sadly, “it doesn’t change the fact that the wrong person died on that mountain…. It should have been me.”

NOW

Audience laughter fills the bedroom as you, Natasha and Wanda lay on the bed watching I Love Lucy reruns.

Natasha leans against the headboard with Wanda’s back pulled flush to her front. You rest between their legs with your head in Wanda’s lap. She cradles you, gently stroking your cheek and playing with your hair. She nearly puts you to sleep.

Natasha’s arms wrap so tightly around her, she’s not sure where Natasha starts and she ends.

It’s perfect.

The only thing that would make it more perfect is if this reality belonged to her.

Wanda can feel the alternate version of herself fighting to regain control, but she is stronger now. She can hold her at bay while she basks in the presence of her lovers, surrounded by Natasha with you in her arms.

From somewhere, someone knocks on a door. Wanda waits, but when neither you nor Natasha react, she ignores it. When the sound pops up again without reaction from either of you, she knows the knocking is not from this reality. It’s from hers.

Mentally, Wanda groans. She doesn’t want to leave, not yet. She still hasn’t found a permanent solution for bringing back her girlfriend. Dream-walking is just a place holder. A nice distraction to get her through the long nights and keep from losing hope.

She leans her head back against Natasha’s shoulder to put this Wanda to sleep.

When she opens her eyes, she is back in the dark confines of the house she shares with no one. The runes she cast on the walls preserve the exterior from the destruction of the Darkhold, but she must quickly throw up a hex to disguise the interior as any other home.

The visitor knocks on the door again, and Wanda mutters under her breath, “I’m coming.”

When she opens the door, she finds quite possibly the last person she expected to see… well maybe the second to last.

“Clint,” she stands in the doorway, “I figured you never wanted to see me again.”

The archer shrugs stiffly, “Y/n asked me to check on you.”

Wanda hums quietly. Of course, you did. After everything she has done, you still thought about her first. He heart breaks all over again. She never deserved you.

The tension is thick in the air between them. He clenches his jaw. This is harder than he expected, after the way she treated you. He nods into the house, “may I?”

She stands aside, lifting an arm to invite him in. Her hex stands well. The house looks just as it did when you still lived here with her.

Clint looks around. He remembers the day he helped you move in. Smiling sadly, he lifts a photo of you and Natasha from a side table, “this is a good picture.”

“Yeah,” Wanda agrees. Her lips tremble.

He returns the frame to its place, “how have you been?”

She smiles tight lipped, “I’m staying busy. The trees are a lot of work.”

Its not a complete lie. They do require quite a bit of upkeep. You had cared for them before you left. Wanda wants to take care of them while you’re away. She just uses magic to do that. Then she can stay focused on her main task.

“I saw those. They’re looking good,” Clint nods. Small talk was never his specialty, but he just has to make sure she’s taking care of herself. “You take care of them all by yourself?”

“Did you really come all the way out here to talk about apple trees?” She is a bit over the pleasantries. He interrupted a very lovely dream-walk that she would love to get back to.

The archer straightens, “I came all the way out here because I love my sister.”

“and I don’t?” the witch asks curtly.

The archer pauses and considers his next words carefully. He relents with a sigh, “I never said that.” Whatever happened between you, you still loved Wanda with everything you had. As hard as it is, he wants to respect that. “She didn’t want you to be out here all alone.”

Wanda smiles genuinely this time, “you won’t have to worry about that much longer.”

Clint furrows his brow, tilting his head down, “what are you talking about?”

Wanda shakes her head with a sly smile, “wouldn’t you like to get your best friend back?”

It takes a few seconds for what she is implying to really sink into his brain, but when it does, deep concern floods his entire system.

“She is dead, Wanda,” he states flatly, “she’s gone forever.” His voice cracks as he forces the tears away.

“I’m gonna bring her back,” she whispers.

Clint shakes his head angrily, “it can’t be undone. It was an everlasting exchange. A soul for a soul-”

“I’m talking about that damn mountain,” she yells. She takes menacing steps towards him, but your brother manages to stand his ground. “I am the most powerful magic wielder on the planet. There is a way to bring her back, and I will find it.” Red wisps begin to dance between her fingers.

He searches her eyes for the person he once knew, but he is fairly certain she is lost. “How do you plan on doing that?” he asks.

The witch takes a step back, shrugging nonchalantly, “with this.” Slowly she brings down the hex to reveal the Darkhold and all its destruction.

Clint looks around frantically, trying to find something he recognizes, but the only thing he can find is Wanda and even she has been corrupted nearly beyond recognition.

“What is this?” he asks exasperated, “dark magic?!”

“Chaos magic, it’s the way I’m going to bring her home,” Wanda stands resolute.

The archer looks to her incredulously, “you can’t be serious. Have you even thought about Nat?”

“I think about her every day. I’m doing this for her.”

“Nat wouldn’t want this!” he tries to break through to her.

“Natasha’s not here!” Wanda takes a deep breath to calm herself. She can’t let her anger take over. If she ever harmed your brother (accidentally or not), you would never forgive her for that. Then all of this would be for naught.

“I am going to bring her back,” she states leaving no room for doubt, “and once we’re all together again, maybe we’ll invite you over to visit.”

Clint shakes his head attempting to approach, to try and reason with her, but he is quickly swept out of the house by a red mist.

Wanda’s voice follows him out the door, “it was nice to see you again, Clinton.”

Once he is out of her house, she returns to the Darkhold, more determined than ever to find the permanent solution to her problem. There has to be a way to bring her love home to her, and she must not stop until she finds it. She can’t afford to waste any more time dream-walking.

“I’m going to bring you back, my love,” she promises, “don’t worry, I’m going to bring you back.”

THEN

The lump in your throat appears to be permanent at this point.

Reaching into the cardboard moving box, you pull out an old worn-out SHIELD hoodie.

It was Natasha’s.

Bringing it to your nose, you inhale deeply, filling your lungs with her scent. You clutch the garment tight to your chest, as if it could fill the ever-gaping hole in your chest.

Without a fight, you lose the battle against the tears. Sobs rock your body as the wounds of grief open wide again. This pain is never-ending. Everywhere you look you find something that reminds you of the fact that Natasha’s not here.

Everything hurts all of the time, and you don’t even have Wanda to help when it does.

You both moved into the house not long after the final battle, and the only boxes left to go through were the boxes of Natasha’s things. Wanda had been helping, but she only lasted about 5 minutes before storming out of the house.

She won’t cry in front of you. Because if she does, she knows you will comfort her and the last thing she wants is comfort from you. She still resents you even if she won’t say it. You know she feels it.

The front door slams, and you are startled from your tears. Quickly, you wipe your cheeks and stand to put the hoodie away. You listen as heavy footsteps make their way through the house until they reach the door of the walk-in closet.

You turn and before you can say anything, Wanda has captured you in her arms, pressing her lips against yours frantically. At first, you lean into the touch, kissing her back. You’re starving for any kind of touch since the dry spell that she has subjected you to.

This is what she does now. She inflicts radio silence with no physical contact, until something happens and she needs to feel something other than grief or anger.

Every time she does this, you know who she really wants. She tells you when she whispers her name in your ear.

..and every time the pain comes back tenfold.

Still, you give her this. You let her strip you and have her way with you because it means you at least have her for a short while. If this is what she needs, you give it to her. You wrap around her and hold her bare body to yours knowing full well in the morning she will act as though it never happened.

Today, however, you can’t. The tears are still drying on your cheeks. The pain in your chest drowns out anything you could possibly feel between your legs.

When she reaches for the hem of your shirt, you grab her hands, “no, Wanda.”

She tries to kiss you through your protest. She holds you tightly as you push her shoulders.

“Not now, Wanda, please,” you pull yourself away from her enough to step back.

“I need this,” Wanda steps towards you, reaching for your face.

Shaking your head, you back away again, “I need you.”

She rolls her eyes, “then stop pushing me away.”

“No, Wanda!” you wipe away the tears that threaten to fall, “I need you here, actually here. I can’t keep living like this.”

You walk out of the closet, and Wanda follows you into your bedroom. “I am trying to be here for you, to help you when you need me, but I am grieving too, and I need you to actually be here with me.”

“You’re grieving?” she scoffs, “you don’t know grief. I have lost everyone I ever loved. All I had left was you and Natasha. You knew that, and still, you let her die!”

You release a long sigh. Finally, here it is. The moment she finally says what she has been thinking for the last several months.

“No, I didn’t,” you deny, “I tried to take her place. I wanted to jump, but she beat me. I did not let her die! I fought her for it-“

“Not hard enough,” she interrupts, “yeah, you fought, but you made sure that it was you who came back with that stone.” Her accusation hits you in the chest, and you have to catch your breath for a second.

“You think I want to be here?” you ask incredulously. “Do you honestly think I wanted to lose the love of my life, just to come back and have the other love of my life hate me?”

You wait for an answer, but she can’t give you one.

Wanda can’t even look at you. She doesn’t hate you. She knows she still loves you, but the pain and anger she has felt for months have festered and boiled until now they’re ready to blow. Grief clouds her judgement every second of the day. Even though she knows deep down that you aren’t really to blame, you’re the only one here to receive it.

“I didn’t want to be here! I would have gladly followed her over the edge of that cliff, but then you and everyone else would have stayed dead. Natasha would have given her life for nothing.”

“So, I came back to bring you back. Wanda, you're the only reason I have to left to be here. I just need you to meet me halfway."

When all you receive is silence, you whine in exasperation. You’ve met your end, “if there was some way, I could trade myself to bring her back to you, Wanda, I swear I would.”

Time stands still. Wanda looks up with ice in her glare. Before she can stop them, the words just tumble out, “I would too.”

The last remnants of your heart shatter. What was left of your heart belonged to Wanda, and she doesn’t want you here. The pain falls away, and all that you are left with is a numbness that spreads over you entirely.

You take a few heavy breaths and nod your head, “I’m gonna go.” You walk out of the bedroom, but before you leave the door, you turn back to face Wanda one last time, “I love you.”

Silence stretches as you wait for a response that never comes. Crying, you quickly grab your keys and head for the front door. You didn’t grab a single thing. Tears blur your vision as you drive away from the home that was supposed to be your forever with Wanda and Natasha.

Wanda stands frozen in the bedroom until she hears the car engine start and then slowly fade as you drove further and further away.

Now she is really alone. There is no one to hide her emotions from, so now she has no choice but to face them.

Wanda screams as she finally expresses everything she has held off for months. No one is here to stop her, so she lashes out. She throws everything her hands land on. She topples furniture, crying as her angers finally finds its outlet leaving her empty inside.

NOW

A red cloud extends in front of the Sokovian. She repeats the words she found in the book and watches as the cloud expands and forms an arch in front of her. A wild wind picks up around her. Unsuspecting items are lifted in the breeze and circle the witch as well as the quickly growing red mist.

The cloud grows through the house. It tears a part a wall, followed by the deconstruction of the rest of the house.

Wanda doesn’t care. She repeats the spell, red magic pouring from her hands.

“Wanda!”

Wanda hears yelled at her from the right. She turns away from the book to find Stephen Strange standing in the middle of her spell. Now thoroughly distracted, she loses her focus, and the red cloud shrinks back into nothing.

“What are you doing?” the sorcerer questions with his hands raised ready to intervene.

Her eyes glow bright red as anger courses through her. She was so close. “I am going to another reality to bring back my love,” she takes a deep breath and magic begins to flow from her hands.

“NO!” Stephen conjures magic cuffs that hamper Wanda’s powers.

She turns to him with daggers in her eyes, “let me go.”

“Wanda, this is a flagrant violation of every natural law,” he tries to reason, “you could destroy both universes. I cannot allow you to do this.”

Now, Wanda has had enough. She will get her partner back. Nothing and no one is going to change that. She clenches her jaw and breaks the magic restraints from her wrists, “and how are you going to stop me?”

With a wave of her hand, she sends the sorcerer flying away. Quickly she returns to the spell. The magic pours from her hands forming another red cloud in front of her. The longer she repeats the words, the cloud begins to take shape, creating an arch. The cloud begins to thin in the middle, and Wanda can almost see vague shadows of the reality she is connecting to.

Suddenly, a magic chain wraps around Wanda’s arm, pulling her focus from the portal again. She easily breaks it and redirects Stephen’s magic back towards him, but by the time she returns to the spell the portal is open to the alternate reality.

…the wrong alternate reality.

Wanda stares at the sight. This new Earth’s Natasha and you cuddling on a couch with two young boys. One boy is curled into your side, while the other lounges across both of your laps.

This isn't the universe she meant to conjure. She was looking for one where the three of you weren’t together yet to cause the other Wanda the least amount of suffering as possible. She didn’t want to break up a family.

“Wanda, you can’t,” Stephen calls from behind her. He is going to stop her. Its now or never. This reality will just have to do.

Wanda steps through the portal. “Detka,” she smiles.

Instantly, you and Natasha’s heads snap to the intruder. Panic and protectiveness flood your body. In an instant, the two of you jump from the couch, dragging your sons with you.

“Wanda!” Natasha calls for her wife who runs in from the kitchen.

“No!” this Wanda yells. Before she can do anything, the Scarlett Witch sends her flying into the back wall.

“Boys, get behind me!” you place yourself between this witch and the children. You slowly back them to the far side of the room as Natasha attacks the intruder.

“Wait, Natasha,” the witch blocks the widow’s hits and kicks, but won’t retaliate, “I don’t want to hurt you!” She uses her magic to lift the Russian into the air and hold her there in the center of the room.

You run and kick Wanda’s hand, “let her go!”

Wanda’s loose hold on Natasha releases, and the red head falls to the ground with a groan.

The boys run to check on her, but once they reach her, she quickly stands to guard them again. “Billy, Tommy, this way!” she pushes them back to the far side of the room.

You fight the witch, trying to drive her back through the portal she came from.

“Stop fighting me,” she blocks your attacks, but will not use her powers. “Please, Y/n,” she tries to speak with you, “wait, love. Stop.”

Unable to avoid your attacks any longer, Wanda reaches out and wraps you in her magic. She restrains you as gently as she can, trying to get through to you, “Y/n, listen to me!”

“WANDA, STOP.”

The witch halts. Nearly shocked still, she turns to see her Natasha stepping through the portal.

“Let her go,” The widow looks to her lover with a heavy sadness. The frown lines around her mouth and between her eyebrows are deeper than the last time Wanda saw her. Her eyes a dull shell of the light they used to hold, “that’s not our Y/n. Our Y/n is gone.”

“But I…” Wanda’s voice breaks. Her magic fades away and releases you from her hold. A tear falls from her eyes, and her lips tremble, “I have to bring her back.”

THEN

"I'm on my way."

"No, Clint," your hand is shaking as you hold the phone to your ear, "you don't have to do that."

You can hear him moving, talking to someone, most likely Laura. The sound of his keys jingling in his hand fill your ear, "I'm not letting you be alone right now."

"No, don't leave Laura and the kids," you have to hold him off. If he gets here, he will stop you. "Just check on her," you ask.

"Y/n-"

"Please Clint," you cut him off before he can object.

The archer sighs in frustration. He'd much rather lay into the Sokovian for hurting you, his baby sister with a heart three times too big for your little body. But, if you want him to check on her, then that's what he'll do.

"Ok," he yields, "I'll call her."

"Thank you, Clint," you whimper, "so much."

He thinks your thanking him for showing Wanda mercy, but you're thanking him for so much more than that, for being your protector, partner in crime, shoulder to cry on.

You're thanking him for being your big brother and best friend.

"Everything is gonna be ok," he comforts you, and your heart aches.

"I love you."

"I love you too kiddo."

You end the call and take a moment to accept that was the last time you'll speak to your brother.

Taking a deep breath, you turn to your friend, "ok, I'm ready."

“Y/n, I can’t,” Bruce shakes his head.

You stand in front of him in a Pym suit ready to do what needs to be done, “I have to do this, Bruce.”

You hand him three envelopes, each of their names written on one of them, Clint, Natasha, Wanda. “Give these to them after, please.”

“But…” he swallows, “they won’t survive this. You have to know that.”

Swatting away the tears, you smile sadly, “they’ll have each other, like it should have been in the first place." You hold out the envelopes again, "please, Bruce."

"Ok," he takes them and nods. “How do you know this will work?” he asks as you stand in the center of the platform.

"It has to," you shrug, “goodbye Bruce.”

Not knowing what to say, if there is anything to say, he begins his count down, as he finalizes the last of the settings, “in three, two, one.”

Bruce presses the last button, and you’re gone. He looks down and sighs at the loss of yet another friend.

“Goodbye, Y/n.”

The phone picks up after the first ring.

“Have you heard from Y/n?” Wanda asks hastily as soon as the call connects.

It’s been 3 hours and 27 minutes since you walked out of the house. The argument had exploded faster than either of you could comprehend, and you both needed space.

After half an hour, Wanda had calmed down enough to think about what happened, and the guilt followed immediately.

She was horrified. She is horrified with herself and the words that came out of her mouth. She hurt you when you were already broken. She’s been hurting you this entire time, and she hates herself for it.

In tears, she paced around the home and clutched her phone waiting for any word from you. She called. She texted. She sent voice messages, emails, private chats on every social media platform. Hoping for any response from you.

When you still weren’t home an hour later, Wanda grabbed the keys and started driving. She checked every bar, every restaurant, every coffee shop, anywhere you possibly could have gone. She’s called everyone, but no one has seen you.

She answered the phone desperately when she saw the caller ID. If anyone had heard from you, it would be your brother.

“I’ve been looking for her everywhere,” her voice is distraught and panic riddles her body, “she won’t answer any of my calls, and she turned off her location on her phone and I need to find her ……. we got in a fight, and-“

“Yeah, I know,” Clint interrupts, “she called me. She asked me to check on you.” He tries to treat her how his sister asked him to but knowing how Wanda has treated her makes that near impossible. “I think its best if you give her some space-“

“Please Clint,” the witch begs, “I have to talk to her. I said something horrible. I didn’t mean it. I have to tell her I didn’t mean it. Please, Clint. She has to know.”

The archer takes a deep breath. When the three of you got together, he thought that your love was indestructible, but how could he have ever predicted this. A tragedy like this and its ripple effect are unpredictable.

“She said she was going to stay at the compound for a bit,” Clint admits. He’s not sure if telling Wanda is right or not, but if there is a chance to save your relationship, he has to risk it. You and Wanda need each other if you’re going to heal from this.

The Sokovian lets out a cry of relief, “thank yo-“

“Wanda,” he stops her with his voice cool as ice, “you either fix this or stay the hell away from her. Don’t hurt her again.”

“I’m gonna fix it,” she whips the car around and drives straight for the compound.

“I’m gonna fix it.”

Rocks crunch underneath your boot as you climb.

You look straight ahead. You’ve seen enough of this mountain in your nightmares.

“Y/n, daughter of Edith,” the floating black cloaked man greets.

Coming to a stop in front of him, you stare into his eyes, “I’m here for a trade. Me for her.”

He chuckles morbidly, “child, what you seek is impossible.”

“Bull shit,” you interrupt, “you said to take the stone, one of us had to die. A soul for a soul. Why do you care who’s soul it is?”

He stares at you silently, expression almost bare.

"I was here that day. I jumped too," you argue, "I jumped first. It should have been me."

Your suddenly filled with anxiety. This has to work. You have to make it work.

"I am going over that ledge," you assert, "and there's no one here to take the stone, so you'll have an extra soul. That has to have some negative affect according to the laws of universal balance or some shit. So, what are you gonna do about it?"

The wind blows all around, while you watch the guide weigh his options in his head.

He releases a deep breath, “as you wish.”

You turn to the cliff.

“but know, Y/n, daughter of Edith,” he calls. You look over your shoulder, “this will be an everlasting exchange. There will be no reversal this time.”

Clenching your jaw, you nod and walk to the edge.

When she runs through the compound doors, Wanda’s not sure where to go. She darts up to the shared room you and Natasha had stayed in for the 5 years she had been gone. Opening the door, she finds the room empty. She checks the common area, the kitchen, the library, and still you are nowhere to be found.

Frustrated, she turns to the AI hoping it is still functional, “Friday, where is Y/n?”

There is a long pause before the monotone voice rings through the room, “Agent Y/L/N is in the hangar with Dr Banner.”

Before Friday has finished the sentence, Wanda has taken off through the compound. She cannot get through the building fast enough. She pushes every door open with her magic before she gets to it. The elevator takes the longest, and the Sokovian paces the small space the entire time. When the doors open, she runs.

Wanda is nearing the hangar doors when a familiar voice stops her in her tracks. It’s a voice she thought she would never hear again.

“What happened? How did I get back? Where is everyone?”

“Hold on, there’s something I need to tell you. Wait, Nat.”

At the sound of her name, Wanda bursts through the doors and whimpers at the sight in front of her.

Natasha is walking away from Bruce, well the hulk technically, and towards the exit. She stops when her eyes fall upon Wanda. Her lover she hasn’t seen since Thanos snapped his fingers. She’s still confused, but that can all wait.

“Wanda,” she whispers through a watery smile.

The witch is snapped out of her shock and runs for the Russian. She wraps her arms around her girlfriend’s neck. “Tasha,” she cries into the older woman’s neck.

"It worked," Natasha whispers with a grin, "we won."

The two hold each other tight, tears of relief streaming down their faces. Neither of them believed they would ever see the other again, and yet here they both were.

"How?" Wanda pulls back to look up happily confused, “how did you get here?”

“You got what you wanted.”

The two women turn to Bruce who they had honestly forgotten was there. His eyes bear into Wanda.

During the whole reunion, he sat back and watched solemnly. Everyone had seen the tension between you and Wanda since Natasha had sacrificed herself. He had no idea how bad it actually was until you came to him with tears in your eyes and a request.

No one else knew. They would have stopped you.

“What?” Wanda asks breathlessly.

“You got what you wanted,” he repeats with a bitter aftertaste to his words, “or should I say who you wanted.”

The momentary relief is shattered as Wanda stares back at her lover, speechless.

"What are you talking about?" Natasha looks past the witch expecting to see you right behind her, but there’s no one. She looks to Wanda, “where’s Y/n?”

Wand falls to her knees as the ground is seemingly ripped from under her. Natasha catches her and lowers them both to the ground, looking between her friend and her lover, “what’s going on?”

The pieces seem to fall in place, and Wanda is faced with pure horror. “No, no, no, no, no, I didn’t…” she looks up to Bruce, pleading that this isn’t true. It can’t be true. “Please, I didn’t mean it. I came here to tell her I didn’t mean it!”

“It's too late,” the doctor feels his anger melt into pity. Looking at her, he can see how sorry she is, but it’s too late for regrets, “you said it, and she loved you enough to make it happen.”

“What are you talking about?” Natasha asks. She’s still waiting for an answer to where her other partner is. Her brain works overtime, and she eventually catches up to their vague conversation. She puts the pieces together herself.

Then the terror sets in. “Where is Y/n?” she asks Bruce desperately. With tears already brimming in her eyes, Natasha looks to Wanda, “what did you say?”

The younger woman tries to bury her face in her hands, but the widow pulls them away.

"Wanda, what did you say?!"

What’s left of Wanda breaks. She crumples even further into the ground as a primal scream is torn from her chest.

NOW

“She’s gone, Wanda,” Natasha speaks calmly, trying to talk her partner back from this ledge, “our Y/n is gone. She’s not coming back.”

The Scarlet Witch shakes her head. She can’t give up, not when she is this close.

“No, I can bring her back. See!” She motions towards this Earth’s version of you, “I found her. We just have to take her back with us. We just have to bring her home.”

She turns back to you. The other Wanda stands in front of you protectively. With the flick of a wrist, she sends her flying and reaches out to you. “Come, detka,” she says sweetly. You’re finally here, in front of her.

She walks towards you but stops when you step back. Her smile waivers, “come with us, Y/n.”

“No, mama!” young voices plead.

You and the Scarlet Witch look over to the boys in the corner. They reach out for you, while this Natasha shields them with her body. The other Wanda has made it back to her feet and quickly resumes her position in front of you.

The witch takes a step back, and the rest of your family surrounds you. Tommy and Billy each cling tightly to your sides. Natasha wraps herself around all three of you, while also guarding you from the intruder.

“Come with us,” Wanda turns her attention back to you. She only has to convince you, but the conflicted look in your eyes makes her falter.

Why would you come with her? With your family fighting and clinging to you, why would you choose to leave them?

Her lips tremble in desperation, “please Y/n, please come back with us.” She falls to her knees and continues to beg, “I’m sorry, come back with us please... I’m sorry, Y/n please… Please come back to us.” Her anger falls away and she shakes with tears, “come back to us. I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m sorry, please come back.”

As her pleas fall into sobs, you can tell she is no longer speaking to you. She is calling for the one she really wants, the you that is gone.

“COME BACK, Y/N,” Wanda cries out into the multiverse as if you could hear her, “I’M SORRY, Y/n... I’m sorry. I love you; please come back.” A massive sobs washes over her body and she doubles over in pain. The tears are endless. She has no choice but to finally accept it.

She lost you.

The sight of her broken is too much for this Earth’s you. She’s not your wife, but she was obviously yours in this other world. You can’t stand to see her in pain.

You start to step out of your family’s arms, and they all protest. “She's grieving. She won’t hurt me,” you reassure them, "its ok."

Approaching slowly, you get a closer look at this version of your wife and your heart breaks. The discoloration of her hands. The way her thin frame tells you she isn’t eating. The shake of her shoulders as she sobs. The way this pain has devoured her.

Gently, you caress her face with one hand, using your thumb to wipe away tears as they fall. With renewed sobs, Wanda brings her black tipped fingers to cover your hand.

It doesn’t feel like you, not her you, not exactly, but its close enough. She’ll cherish whatever you give her, knowing after this she’ll never feel your touch again.

“You’ve lost so much,” you lower yourself in front of her and look into her eyes, “I’m so sorry I’ve added to your suffering, my dear.”

Wanda cries, “I hurt you. I should have held you and told you how much I loved you. I didn’t. I hurt you, and now I…. I can- I can never take it back. I can never apologize.”

You take her face into both of your hands, “you are forgiven.”

Wanda pulls away from you, shaking her head, “you don’t know what I did."

“No,” you sigh, “but I know the fire with which every version of me loves every version of you. I promise, you are forgiven.”

Wanda’s fingers reach for you tenderly hoping to feel some of this love, even if only by proxy.

You don’t move as she closes the distance and wraps her arms around your shoulders. You let her hold you, let her take the comfort she needs from you.

“Please, don't leave me. I need you,” she whimpers against your shoulder, “I have nothing.”

Gently, you rub her back, “you will be ok; you have each other.”

Wanda shakes her head against your shoulder in a silent denial.

You look up quickly to find the Natasha from the other reality, still standing at the portal entrance. The pain you find in her eyes nearly brings tears to your own.

Natasha swallows thickly, the dull ache of betrayal weighing heavily on her. What hurts the most is the way her betrayal is pointed to the partner in your arms.

THEN

The ringing in Natasha’s ears feels like it’ll drive her deaf. The thundering of horse’s hooves might as well be a lullaby compared to the pounding of her heart at this very moment. Drying tear tracks cool the redness of her cheeks.

"Show me."

Wanda shakes her head, "please, not again." She can't rewatch that memory anymore. She just can't.

The widow stares blankly ahead as her mind numbly takes in all that has transpired in the last hour. “I’m just trying to understand…”

The fight had erupted wildly. It began with Natasha asking Wanda to tell her what happened yet again, and it ended with the swapping of memories.

Natasha showed Wanda what happened on Vormir.

Wanda showed Natasha that last conversation with you.

This was the spark that lit the bomb. Natasha’s feelings of betrayal and Wanda’s growing guilt battled it out until they were both wounded.

Wanda was grappling with the consequences of her actions, and Natasha pressing her for answers she didn’t have.

“How?”

“I don’t know,” Wanda whimpers. How many times had she said those three words tonight? She can’t understand it either.

“…I know you loved her. I know how much you loved her,” Natasha says with an even tone. Her voice is scratchy from yelling, and her throat is hoarse.

“I just don’t understand how you can love her that much and still do what you did. I was at peace knowing you would lean on each other and love each other through the pain and still heal and find happiness. I trusted you with her, and I just don’t understand how I was this wrong.”

“I don’t know,” Wanda replies, “I was hurting so much. I lost you just like I lost everyone else-“

Natasha stands, “but you didn’t lose everyone! You still had her!”

“I know!”

“She was right there, Wanda, and she was in pain,” the widow paces the living room. Her words are angry daggers that hit the other woman right in the heart, “she was drowning in guilt, she was begging for you to help her, she needed you and you hurt her.”

Her tone raises as she continues, and the emotion builds as she tries to imagine what you went through. “You punished her and blamed her for something I did. I jumped off that mountain. I SAVED HER... and you told her she should have been the one to die. That wasn’t your decision to make!”

“I know!”

“How could you say that?!”

The witch stands, feeling as though she’ll burst any minute, “I DON’T KNOW!”

Her voice echoes against the walls, “I’ll never know! I’ll never understand why I didn’t cling to her, thanking every god that I still had her. I don’t know how I could have pushed her away or hurt her that way. I will hate myself for the rest of my life!”

The widow was going to interrupt, but she pauses. The witch’s self-loathing causes her to take a step back.

“If I could go back and change it, I would!” she yells, “I would hold her and tell her that is wasn't her fault. I would tell her how much I love her. But I can’t, and I am never going to forgive myself!”

Natasha sighs in despair. She sits down, tightly grasping the letter you left her.

In it, you apologized for reversing her sacrifice. You apologized for not being enough to get Wanda through this like she had said you would. You tell her how much you love her and hope she will be happy. At the end, you ask her to forgive Wanda, to please not blame her for your decision.

… and she is trying.

“Would you have said it to me?” the assassin asks quietly. “If she had beaten me on Vormir, and I was the one who survived, would you have said it to me?” She doesn’t know which answer would be better. At this point, she’s not entirely sure that it matters.

“I can't believe I said it to her,” fresh tears fall down the Sokovian’s face. The guilt is suffocating her. She just wishes it would drown her already, so she can be with you again.

In your letter to her, you promised that you didn’t blame her and that she shouldn’t feel guilty. You say you love her and just want her to be happy, but she never will be. Not without you. You loved her and forgave her, but she knew she didn’t deserve it.

“I love you, Wanda,” Natasha breaks the silence. There’s a finality in her tone.

Wanda’s blood runs cold.

She’s been expecting this. They have danced around each other for over a month. They’re trying to do what you asked them to, but maybe the cracks run too deep.

“I love you,” she repeats softly, “and I want to forgive you….. but I need time.”

With that, Natasha grabs her keys and leaves.

Wanda stares at the door blankly. This is her worst nightmare. Now, she really has lost everyone.

This, she ruined this. She has no one to blame but herself.

NOW

“Forgive her, Tasha,” you reach out for the redhead. She kneels in front of you, shuddering when you reach out to wipe a tear from her cheek. “Please, I can’t bear the thought of you being alone.”

She rests her forehead against yours.

You cup her cheek sweetly, “I know I would want you to be happy, together. I would die for it.”

“You did,” Natasha’s voice is barely over a whisper.

You nod in understanding. Your heart breaks even more for them. Their universe has been so unkind to them. Smiling sadly, you lift Natasha’s hand for her to look at you, “then grant me this last wish?”

She cries freely, but nods, “I promise.”

You look back to Wanda in your arms, "time to say goodbye, my love."

She holds you tighter, trying to memorize the feel of holding you against her.

Natasha gathers Wanda in her arms, “you have to close the portal, lyubov.” The two of them watch through the slowly closing window, as your family surrounds again in a tight embrace.

You smile to them, wanting that to be the last image they hold of you.

Once the portal has completely dissipated the Darkhold falls to the ground, closed.

Stephen approaches it carefully, lifting it from the ground, “we must destroy this.”

Wanda nods in understanding.

“Can we not do this now?” Natasha’s exhausted voice questions.

“Of course,” he steps back, “we’ll guard it in the sanctum until you are ready.” Quietly he opens a portal and leaves.

Left alone, Wanda breaks all over again. She clings tightly to Natasha as the sobs shake her entire body. The older woman holds her, rocking back and forth soothingly. She chokes out reassurances as she tries not to cry herself.

“It’s gonna be ok,” she whispers, but the Sokovian shakes her head against her chest, “it will. We’ll get through this.”

“How?”

“Together,” she rubs her back, “I promise, we’re both staying right here.”

The witch looks up slightly. She assesses the damage she has caused with Darkhold. The house she shared with you is in pieces, practically gone. A whine slips up her throat. You loved this house, and she’s destroyed it.

“What have I done?” she cries, “our home.”

“We’ll rebuild.” Natasha sits resolute, being the support her partner needs.

Wanda curls into Natasha as a fresh wave of grief hits her. “Y/n,” she whimpers into the Russian’s chest.

The widow can only hold her tighter, “I know.”

Natasha and Wanda sit there for a very long time. Nat holds her while she breaks down. Wanda eventually calms down enough to talk about how she is feeling.

Sitting in the rubble, they take the first step towards healing, together.

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A/N: ...and yes, they rebuild the home. Apples do bloom on the trees. Many years later, they have the twin boys they saw in the alternate reality. They also have a baby girl. Her name is Y/n, and they hold her just a bit tighter.

.... :) anyway, I hope you guys liked it! let me know what you think!

-k❤️