Cuéntamelo todo, querida (FIC) (ESP) (Agatha x lectora) PARTE 2
Por si alguien leía este fic, aquí va la parte 2 :)
CUÉNTAMELO TODO, QUERIDA
PARTE 2: UNA TAZA DE TÉ
Sinopsis: Te pasaste cuestionando tu vida en Westview, el paso del tiempo, los días exactamente iguales y todo te parecía demasiado común para tu gusto hasta que tu vecina Agnes te invitó a tomar el té.
Agatha x lectora, Agnes x lectora, Westview!Agatha, T/N tiene un nombre falso hasta cierto punto de la historia.
- Te he estado esperando, cariño, llegaste justo a tiempo…- Dijo Agnes observándote (no tan sutilmente) de arriba a abajo; te sentías avergonzada porque no tuviste tiempo de arreglarte ni un poco, ni siquiera de mirarte a un espejo, y lo más probable era que tu peinado elaborado (de alguna forma, porque no recordabas haberte hecho nada específico en el cabello) se haya desarmado al correr.
- Agnes...disculpa la demora...- Dijiste con una sonrisa tímida, la mujer mayor posó su mano cariñosamente en tu hombro y te invitó a pasar. Agnes seguía con el look impecable, hasta seguía llevando el broche en su ropa y el maquillaje continuaba intacto; parecía una especie de celebridad luciendo fenomenal a toda hora.
- No te preocupes, ángel, debes estar exhausta, los trabajos de oficina deben ser muy demandantes...¡eso no lo sé y definitivamente tampoco Ralph!
Aquellas risas sonaron nuevamente. El no saber de dónde provenían te hacía sentir frustrada pero no quisiste ser descortés con Agnes, las ignorarías sólo por esa vez. Al menos sabías que no venían de la casa de los Maximoff, porque sonaron fuerte y claro. Parecían risas grabadas porque siempre eran las mismas, había algo mecánico en esas risas, era como si alguien las hubiera repetido con un control remoto.
Tu respiración seguía algo agitada pero al ingresar a su casa notaste que el dolor intenso de las heridas en tus tobillos había desaparecido de pronto. Simplemente, ya no estaba. Miraste de reojo tus pies al caminar hacia la sala, guiada amablemente por la mano de Agnes en tu espalda hasta llegar a su sofá más grande y no viste un solo rasguño en tus tobillos. “Esto es extraño” pensaste. Su sala era acogedora y algo en el ambiente te hacía sentir bienvenida, el papel tapiz de las paredes y los muebles de madera tallada le daban un toque vintage y cómodo, te sentaste mientras Agnes pidió que la esperes un segundo.
- Enseguida vuelvo con el té, querida, ponte cómoda, ¿si?- Dijo Agnes dulcemente mientras caminaba hacia la cocina, haciéndote otras preguntas simples como cuántas cucharadas de azúcar preferías o qué sabor de té te gustaba más (Agnes parecía tener varios y tú amabas el té) tú respondiste mientras te familiarizabas con el espacio, observando todos los rincones, macetas, muebles, plantas y algunos cuadros colgados en las paredes. Te pareció curioso que no hayan fotografías pero decidiste no tocar el tema (jamás habías visto al tal Ralph y Agnes siempre tenía algún chiste o comentario ácido que hacer sobre él cada que lo mencionaba).
Volviste a revisar tus tobillos sutilmente antes de que Agnes regrese a la sala; no había ni un raspón. La piel estaba totalmente limpia.
"Esto de verdad es raro" pensaste. No te lo podías explicar, en la calle te dolía el simple hecho de apoyar el pie en el suelo pero apenas entraste, el dolor también se había esfumado.
"Debo estar perdiendo el juicio" no tenías otra explicación.
- ¿Annie? - Agnes regresaba con una bandeja en las manos y la misma sonrisa que te elevaba el buen humor como si hubieras escuchado una de tus canciones favoritas. - ¡Por suerte tenía el té de naranja que te gusta!
- ¡Oh! Vaya...muchas gracias Agnes, ¡no te hubieras molestado!
- Pero si no es molestia, querida, leí en una revista que este té ayuda a calmar los nervios y tú lo necesitas ahora. - dijo Agnes mientras colocaba la bandeja en la mesita de madera y se sentaba a tu lado a ofrecerte la taza. Agnes tenía un bonito juego de té, la taza de porcelana se veía adorable con tanto detalle en los bordes.
- Gracias...- dijiste al recibir la taza y accidentalmente tocar sus dedos con los tuyos, la mujer fijó sus ojos en los tuyos por un momento.
- También te ayudará con el frío, cariño, me imagino que la caminata ha sido larga.
- Sólo un poco - respondiste y bebiste un sorbo, no recordaba haber tomado un té tan delicioso. - ¡Este té está muy bueno! - exclamaste. Agnes sonrío de nuevo.
- ¡Excelente! - dijo Agnes. - y funciona, te veo mucho mejor que esta mañana, lucías algo alterada, ¿problemas en la oficina?
En todo el tiempo (si es que corría el tiempo, aún no lo tenías claro) que viviste en Westview, nadie te había preguntado ese tipo de cosas, tú solo ibas al trabajo, escribías los correos y regresabas a casa o ibas a la tienda, (ni siquiera recordabas en qué se iba tu sueldo, si en vegetales, cajas de cereal, herramientas o productos de limpieza) nadie se había detenido a preguntarte cómo estabas, y el hecho de que Agnes parecía interesarse por el tema de pronto te resultaba curioso pero agradable, reconfortante. Una vecina con quien sólo hablaste una vez acababa de hacerte una pregunta personal, y no tenías ningún problema en compartirlo, después de todo fue ella quien inició el tema.
- Pues...verás...estos días han sido un poco raros, no sé si te ha sucedido. - Agnes dejó de beber su té y te escuchaba con atención. - ¿no te parece que todos los días son exactamente iguales?Bueno, a excepción de hoy, no sé si es por cómo es mi rutina pero todos los días parecen los mismos. - pudiste respirar un poco después de tal "confesión"
- Oh...cariño, te entiendo perfectamente...- Dijo Agnes, casi en un susurro. Cruzó las piernas y tuviste que batallar duramente contigo misma para mantener la vista al frente.
- ¿También te sucede? - preguntaste, después de tomar otro sorbo.
- Así es corazón, es levantarse, preparar el desayuno, regar los rosales, y rogarle a este hombre para que salga de ese sótano, coja el periódico y encuentre un empleo! ¡Todos los días!
Las risas sonaron de nuevo. Decidiste poner en riesgo tu dignidad y aventarte a la posibilidad de que tu vecina te crea una demente. Sonaron demasiado fuerte como para que Agnes no las escuche.
- ¡...Y luego están esas risas!- exclamaste, Agnes arqueó las cejas, parecía estar escuchando alguna historia de ultratumba. - ¿tú no las escuchas? Yo...-hiciste una corta pausa pero Agnes aún no respondía. -...no sé de donde salen...pero suenan de vez en cuando y...- fuiste interrumpida por Agnes, cuya mirada se había oscurecido de pronto. La luz de su lámpara empezó a parpadear pero tu atención sólo estaba puesta en tu vecina.
- ¿Cada cuánto las escuchas?- El tono de voz de Agnes cambió completamente. Pasó de ser alegre, animado y un poco agudo a uno serio y oscuro, parecía estar dando una orden en lugar de preguntar. La expresión de su rostro cambió del mismo modo y por su expresión parecía haber escuchado que arruinaste su alfombra nueva. Para ser honesta, aquella Agnes te asustó pero no dejaba de parecerte hipnotizante, sentiste la necesidad, la urgencia de resolver su duda.
Agnes se deslizó un poco hacia tu lado del sofá y dejó su taza en la mesita, todo aquello sin quitarte la mirada feroz de encima.
- Casi todo el tiempo - contestaste, temblabas. - Sucede cuando salgo, cuando estoy en el trabajo, cuando alguien hace algún chiste dentro de la oficina, y acaba de pasar hace unos minutos.- confesaste. Aquella duda de todos los días jamás había sido compartida hasta ese momento y te sentías un poco expuesta, avergonzada. La mirada de Agnes te leía como un libro nuevo mientras te escuchaba para después esbozar una media sonrisa que te causó escalofríos.
- Así que...casi todo el tiempo...
- y...hay otra cosa...- Dijiste rápidamente, casi saltando del asiento.
Agnes se veía impaciente. Se había acercado más sin que te des cuenta y tu respiración se hacía más difícil, pero aún así deseabas resolver sus dudas.
- Hasta ahora sólo las he escuchado cuando he estado cerca de los Maximoff, ya sabes, Wanda y Vision...y aquí, contigo. - dijiste, suavizando tu tono cuando la mencionaste. La mano de Agnes se movió hasta tu hombro para después subir a acomodar un mechón de tu cabello fuera de lugar.
- ¿No las has escuchado?- preguntaste temerosa pero sin dejar de mirarla. - Quiero saber si no estoy loca, no sé qué me sucede y no se por qué esas risas...- Fuiste interrumpida
- No estás loca, querida. - Dijo Agnes, cuya mano "oh, esa mano perfecta" comenzó a jugar con tu cabello. Te preguntaste si la mujer se comportaba así con todas sus vecinas que acababa de conocer, pero definitivamente aquello no era una queja. - Yo misma las he escuchado a veces y también ha sucedido cuando visité a Wanda y Vision, pero no tengo la menor idea de por qué suenan, estoy en una especie de... investigación por mi cuenta.
- Yo trato de saber eso desde hace mucho...a veces me detengo cuando las escucho, siempre es cerca de su casa o cuando Vision dice algo en el trabajo, es muy raro Agnes...
- ¡Tengo una idea cariño!- El tono de Agnes volvió a ser el mismo de pronto, animado y feliz, como si nunca te hubiera acorralado entre ella y el sofá ni te hubiera mirado como un león a su presa de turno. Volvió a sonreir y tomó nuevamente su taza.
- ¿Qué te parece si me acompañas mañana? tengo una reunión organizada por Dottie Jones y ahí va a estar Wanda, lo más probable es que esas risas vuelvan a sonar, me avisas cuando suceda y así ambas veremos si no tenemos problemas psiquiátricos urgentes que atender. - Agnes terminó su té y dejó la taza en la mesita nuevamente. tú hiciste lo mismo.
"Si...creo que sí" pensaste.
Tenía sentido. Lo que aún no encajaba era por qué Agnes estaba tan tranquila con risas sonando desde ninguna parte. Definitivamente no pensabas que Agnes estaba loca, si tú no lo estabas, ella tampoco, ¿cierto? Además, la urgencia de dejar esa vida monótona y pasar tiempo con Agnes te resultaba de lo más atractiva.
- Claro - Respondiste rápidamente. - Me parece una excelente idea, gracias por...por ayudarme con esto y...-
- ¡Oh, ven aquí!- Exclamó.
Agnes extendió los brazos sin que acabes de hablar y te envolvió con ellos en un cariñoso abrazo. Tú sólo te dejaste caer y no recordabas haberte sentido tan segura y cómoda en Westview.
Warnings: Sad. That's all. Yeah...sorry not sorry.
A/n: Agatha angst...interesting. I'm lowkey really proud of these two chapters, it's rare that I like my writing. Pls, read both of them! I promise I'll post some happy fluff in a bit to pay for what I've taken your emotions through.
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It was an open casket. She wore her suit that had been fixed and repaired for the occasion. Agatha was still grieving. It was difficult. She didn't have anyone to go home to. She wasn't close with the others. They didn't really want to be close with her. But they were friendly, professional.
"I need a second," Agatha said stopping at the door. Vision nodded and entered taking a program and finding a seat. The others filed in slowly, nodding their heads or giving a touch as they passed her.
"What do you need?" Bruce asked as he walked up the stairs. He was the last in the group. The others found their seats and waited as a string quartet played song choices that all of them had picked out.
"I don't think I can do this," Agatha said, tears forming in her eyes looking in to see the casket.
"Look," Bruce said, "this is the first time you're seeing her, the first time you've been out since it happened. These emotions are okay."
"I know that," she snapped looking at him. "Do you think I don't know that?" she asked. He wasn't sure what to say. He looked down at a program that he held in his hand. A photo of Wanda on the front. She realized that he wasn't saying that for her. But really for himself. He wasn't close with Wanda like the others. They had not worked together often. But the times they were together he cherished. And he never told her, which haunted him forever now.
"I'm sorry," she tried to say, looking down at her feet.
"It's okay. We can stand out here for as long as you need." He smiled at her, his eyes slightly wandering. It was a beautiful day outside. The birds chirped loudly, the clouds were large and fluffy, and the world seemed to be in celebration. "You Are My Sunshine" played in the background. The music floating out into the autumn afternoon.
"I've loved and lost," Bruce said after a while. "It gets better in time."
She looked up at him, her face scrunching as she began to cry. He leaned in to hug her. She was hesitant at first. She wasn't much of a hugger. But she finally gave in to his touch.
"I used to be able to hear her always," she said over his shoulder. "I can't hear her." He pulled her in closer, unsure of how to respond to the statement. They just stood outside. He was kind, waited for her to find her bearings. "I sang this to the twins once. When I was putting them to bed."
"It's a pretty song," Bruce smiled, glancing at her.
"I had forgotten about it for a long time. But Wanda always talked about the sun. How I was a ray of light in her life and her mine. So I thought...," her voice broke. "I thought this would be a good song."
"It is a beautiful touch." They continued to stand as others entered the building. It was time for the memorial to start.
"Come on, I'll walk you in," Bruce said, giving his arm. She locked her arm with his as they walked in. The moment she saw her, she felt her legs lock. Her chest felt heavy and her breathing labored.
"You're okay," Bruce said as they walked down the center aisle. Everyone watched as she took a seat next to Vision. Bruce finding a seat at the end of the row next to her.
She finally caught her breath as the memorial began. The whole time she sat there, her arm still interlaced tightly with Bruce's as she took deep breaths trying to calm herself. This wasn't about her. She tried to be as small as she could. To not bring attention to herself.
"Are you okay?" Vision asked, leaning over to her.
"I'm fine," she said quickly to end the conversation before it began. She took another deep breath. Bruce watched her out of the corner of his eye. He could only do so much. But allowing her to know that she had a shoulder to cry on felt good to him. It was the least he could do.
"Agatha Harkness has a few words," Natasha said as she finished at the podium. As Agatha stood the two passed each other. She had a slight fumble, grabbing onto Natasha as she got a close look at Wanda laying there. Natasha caught her, helping her up to say her words to Wanda before stepping up to the podium.
"This is my fault," she whispered. Natasha held her arm tightly as she leaned on the casket. "I'm sorry," Agatha said a few times. She lost her breath as she began to cry again.
"You're okay," Natasha said, still not fully knowing what happened on that fateful day. She began to walk her up to the podium repeating herself. "You're okay."
She gritted her teeth. Agatha was sick of hearing that. Of hearing that she was okay. She wasn't okay. She didn't need sympathy, she just needed a support system as she went through this.
She looked out at the sea of agents and friends of the Avengers as she stood at the podium.
"Wanda and I started off on the wrong foot when we first met," Agatha said after taking a second. "All I wanted was to know how she was as powerful as she was. How she was so capable. But that changed and in that time I found a friendship. A bond. It was the strongest relationship I'd ever had with anyone," she read from a card. Her hand shook. She looked up to see people wiping away tears. Fanning themselves, some even hiding their faces from view. She looked at Bruce who watched her eyes.
"You are not alone," she heard him say in his mind. "You're okay, you're not alone,” he repeated over and over again. She didn't know if it was to her or him, but either way, she accepted it. Only from him.
"Vis. Boys," she said looking at them on the front row. "I'm so sorry." Vision nodded his head giving her a grief-stricken smile. "Today we are here to celebrate Wanda's life. Her love. Her commitment. To herself, her job, her friends, and her family. Wanda dear, I love you," she said her voice cracking. "I'll miss you terribly. Keep practicing. I know I'll see you again."
The others stood and spoke before the visitation started. Everyone lined up to say their last goodbyes. Agatha walked with Bruce who seemed to be the only one willing to lend emotional support that day. Or at least in the way that Agatha needed it. She couldn't blame anyone. Everyone was grieving in their own way.
"Go ahead," he said stopping to allow her time by herself with Wanda. She stepped forward peering into the casket. But she didn't cry. No. She wasn’t going to allow the last time she was face to face with her to be tearful. She looked at Wanda with reverence. She leaned over to kiss her forehead and walked away, not taking another look back. She turned and walked straight out of the building needing air. Her pace getting faster and faster the closer she got to the doors. By the time she got outside, she was hyperventilating, becoming a little disoriented.
She watched as Bruce said his words and walked out to join her.
"Hey," he said. There was stillness.
"What can I do?" he asked, wanting to move in for a hug.
"Please no hugs," she said. He nodded taking a step back. "And please don't tell me I'm fine," she said quickly. Her tears flowed as she looked around. "I don't know. I don't know," she repeated leaning on the wall and covering her face. The slight chill in the air created goosebumps on her skin. She shivered slightly as the wind picked up.
"I'm sorry," she said as she began to cry. They were her last tears. They would be her last tears. She had decided that.
“Don’t be. You need time to grieve Agatha. You haven’t done this kind of thing for a while.”
“I let my guard down. I became soft,” she said wiping away her tears. Her voice sounded normal. Rich with slight gravel to it.
“You didn’t become soft,” Bruce said. “You learned to love.”
She hadn’t thought about it that way before. She had never loved the people in her life. She lived centuries. Many of the people she was even remotely close with died. She just stopped trying to love. There was no point if everyone she did love would leave. Her mother tried to murder her and her coven turned their backs on her. She was alone for the majority of her life. And then she met Wanda. Or rather she felt Wanda. It was different for her. New.
The others began to exit the service on their way to Avengers Campus.
“I know you’ve heard this a lot,” she heard Vision say coming up behind them, “but are you okay?” he asked.
“No,” she said quickly, shaking her head. He too went to touch her but she moved away. He stepped back nodding his head instead. “But I will be," she said after a moment. "You?"
“I will be.”
They all headed back to Avengers Campus together. Making sure that Agatha had been pre-approved before getting there. She sat quietly in the car holding in her emotions. She pushed them down just like she always had before, though this time was a challenge.
“I shouldn’t be here,” Agatha said looking out the car window.
“Wanda wouldn’t want you to be alone today,” Tony said from the front seat. Agatha was going to respond but nodded her head in acceptance as they drove down to the car garage.
The rest of the day seemed to be full of laughter and drinks and memories. It was difficult for her. But Agatha was good at smiling through the pain. She had done it before and she would do it again.
Well I ranted about Black Widow, guess I have to do it about Wandavision too.
The unreasonable amount of people saying shit like “I’m a marvel fan and Wandavision wasn’t good”. First of all, what the fuck does being a marvel fan have to do with your bad taste? You think being a marvel fan makes you qualified to talk about Wandavision? Take a seat please.
Wandavision had the sort of depth most tv shows now lack so severally that they’re all cookie cutter crap and so dry that you get bored part way into the first season. Without giving away the whole story for anybody who wants to watch it, Wandavision touches on grief in a way I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody do with a tv show. Knowing what’s going on and knowing Wanda is in the wrong, we still fucking root for her because we’ve connected with her pain and her loss. We root for her because the writing was so damn good it bound us to her and shifted our own morality. Is what she’s doing fucked up? Yes. But the whole time we’re wishing she didn’t have to stop because we want her to be happy. We know she deserves it.
Wandavision showed respect and tribute to the history of tv, to icons that paved the way, and it tied it in so beautifully with Wanda’s backstory that I cried. Cried! The psychology was brilliant. The reality of our own lives hits hard, that we’re all looking for that childhood happiness and clinging to it and making it our coping mechanism in adulthood.
Wanda is all of us.
And Elizabeth Olsen’s portrayal of this character was spectacular. She got robbed of that Emmy she rightfully deserved. She is an incredible actor who made me cry and laugh and root for her and wish beyond anything that I could help her somehow. She made Wanda this badass woman who suffered over and over and over again. Losing her parents, then losing her brother, having her powers grow out of control and hating and fearing herself for it, losing Nat, and Vision, and crumbling. But still, despite all that she persists and hangs on and learns her powers and even with all her grief we witness a transformation of Wanda into the Scarlet Witch yes, but also into this hero who acknowledges her faults. Who acknowledges what she did wrong and who she hurt, and she willingly sacrifices her happiness (again) to make things right.
And don’t even get me started on how incredible the other characters all were. Agatha was insanely amazing (another Emmy that was robbed) and Monica too. Of course we always love to see Darcy and her sassy amazing self. Agent Woo gave us all feels and of course Vision. Billy and Tommy being cute as hell. I mean honestly the freaking depth and portrayal of even the side/minor characters! It was amazing!
Personally, it was one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. And it’s fine if you didn’t think so but if you don’t have a soul that kind of sounds like your problem.
Kidding kidding but let’s be real, it’s usually men who complain about Wandavision. The same men who complain about Black Widow. If you didn’t like it or it wasn’t for you that’s fine too. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. Just stop going around acting like an expert on the writing, on marvel, or on psychology. I’m tired of the mansplaining of female heroes. And I’m tired of excitedly discussing it just to be cut off with a “that show was garbage”. That’s so discouraging and mean. We’re too quick to shit on female run shows and movies that we barely give them a chance to begin with. We set them up for failure immediately. The bar is so damn high for them (and they fucking meet it but you’re still mad) and yet it’s on the floor for the dozens of sequels or remakes of the same couple of stories (yes I’m looking at you fast and furious and Spider-Man).
Maybe reflect on why you don’t like Wandavision. If it’s because your fan theory didn’t happen (ie most people who shit on the show) then that’s on you. Not on the show, not on the actors, and sure as fuck not on the character.
I said what I said. Wanda Maximoff is a queen. Nothing she does is wrong ever. Thank you and see you all at my next rant.
Summary: Life in Westview is unusual. Something changes every now and then but no one notices. What happens when y/n does?
A/n: I lost the request, but here it is! It's my first time writing Agatha and I do hope you guys like it! There is more to come. I promise I'm working on all requests!
Westview. It had been some long days since the whole hex happened. Everyone under Wanda’s mind control, their lives re-written, the whole thing being a disaster but also perfectly planned without being planned; confusing, true. Y/n remembered how Wanda had talked about starting a new chapter of their life, y/n losing Natasha, her best friend and sister since forever, and Wanda losing Vision, the love of her life.
Y/n hadn’t known what Wanda had meant at first, until they went on a trip, everything seemed to be as normal as always; Wanda pretending everything was okay and that she was doing okay, but y/n knew better. So when they got to the small town, it was weird for y/n at first, it was pretty, but she didn’t know what they were doing there. Wanda had said to wait in the car, and she’d be back soon, y/n didn’t question it, instead she waited and got her phone out.
Bucky had just sent a message asking how they were and then the whole thing happened. Y/n didn’t remember much, she just remembered hearing a scream and then seeing a red light surrounding them; after that, she didn’t remember anything, her past life had been erased.
She suddenly woke up in a bed and heard Wanda and Vision talking downstairs, as she went out the room, something just felt off, something didn’t feel right, and yet, she went downstairs and was greeted by the lovely couple. It felt odd, it felt like a dream, but she played along, because it was just…right, at the same time.
If y/n noticed something weird, she never said anything to Wanda, she just couldn’t, or didn’t want to, or…she really couldn’t. She had noticed some stuff going on, like how they were in the fifty’s? Then in the sixty’s? Then she got pregnant (which she didn’t know how that happened, but she still loved the kids as if they were hers), then Pietro (or supposedly Pietro because she didn’t remember much of him), everything seemed to be weird and not going as normally as usually. But everything seemed to go unnoticed when she met Agnes, she was always present and truth to be told…she didn’t mind a bit. She had grown fond of her, she had learned so little and yet she felt like she had been waiting for her to come. It was a weird feeling, it was new, but she loved every minute of it.
Wanda had been closely watching them, something didn’t feel right but she noticed how y/n looked happy, and she couldn’t take that away from her, not again, not after everything that had happened. Agnes showed up every now and then and invited y/n over to do any activity with her; from going to the market, to the park, to get ice cream, to buy flowers, anything seemed fun. But then Agnes started acting weird, she wasn’t acting as usual. Y/n even noticed the suddenly change on the kids, and even Vision, he was acting weird. On their usual walk to the park, y/n decided to finally ask after being quiet for so long.
“Yes, dear?” Agnes sounded so soft as always, looking at her to put her full attention on her.
Y/n stopped and looked up at Agnes, furrowing her brows. “Have you- have you noticed anything weird going around? I mean…things changing, the kids, even Vision and Wanda…she’s…I don’t know.”
Agnes furrowed her brows. “What you mean, sweetheart? Everything is going as good as always!” She laughed.
Y/n sighed. “Maybe you’re right.”
“Are you feeling okay, hun? You don’t normally look this down.”
“I just…” y/n shrugged. “Something doesn’t feel right, something is just…different. Do you remember anything before Westview? Like what you did before?”
“Well…I’m sure I forgot for a good reason, not the best to remember my life with Ralph.” She winked as she joked.
“I don’t remember anything.” Y/n felt bad for following Agnes’ jokes, but this was a serious thing.
“Hun, maybe it’s not that important. Everything seems to be okay.” Agnes placed both of her hands on y/n’s cheeks and caressed them. “If there’s anything I can do for you just tell me and I will find a way to make you feel better.”
Y/n smiled as she placed her hands on top of Agnes’. “You being here it’s enough.”
Agnes smiled as she leaned in and kissed y/n’s forehead. “You’re okay, my love. Everything’s going to be okay.”
Y/n furrowed her brows. “I-“
Both women turned to find Wanda standing just a few feet away from them, arms crossed and an annoyed look in her face. Y/n slowly pulled away from Agnes and offered a small smile. Agnes only stared at her with the same annoyed face that Wanda had, making her feel upset because she had interrupted what could’ve been a special moment for them.
“The kids are looking for you, said you promised them to play.”
“Right, I did.” Y/n furrowed her brows as she looked back at Agnes. “I’m sorry…I’ll see you tomorrow.” She offered a smile before she left the two women alone.
“What’s your deal?”
“Excuse me?” Agnes raised her brow. Wanda squinted her eyes.
“What do you want from her?”
Agnes decided to play dumb and not ruin what she had accomplished so far, offering a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweet cheeks. Just walking around and enjoying the wonderful day.” She giggled.
Wanda nodded. “Right. Thank you for keeping her company.” She offered a smile as she left.
“Bitch.” Agnes whispered under her breath as she walked away.
Y/n had woken up confused, not remembering why she had done the day before. Everything seemed a little blurry and she felt lost, but she went on her day. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do today, but she knew that something off as she didn’t see Vision or the kids or even Wanda. But then she heard something coming from outside, an argument seemed to be. She looked out the window and noticed someone new apparently? She swore she had seen her before but…she didn’t remember. Then she saw Wanda using her powers and everyone had stopped to look at them, after that she noticed Agnes coming between them and taking Wanda with her, they both walked to Agnes’ house and the other woman just stood there.
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel a little jealous as she saw them both walking away and into her house, but then she also got curious about what had happened. So she ran downstairs and out the house so she could get to the woman.
“Hey!” Y/n ran behind her. “What- who are you?”
The woman turned to look at y/n and furrowed her brows. “My name is Monica. You’re y/n, right? Can you help me talk to Wanda?”
“To Wanda? Why? What happened?”
Monica furrowed her brows. “You don’t…you don’t know what’s happening?”
“What do you mean?”
“Wanda. She’s…she’s keeping everyone here. All of this…it’s not real. Vision is dead.”
Y/n backed away from her as she shook her head. “No…you’re…” she chucked. “You’re lying. Vision he…he just had a small argument with Wanda. It’s-“
“Y/n.” Monica walked to y/n and shook her head. “Vision died years ago, millions of people disappeared for years, Wanda was one of them. People died trying to save the world…Agent Romanoff…she died. Tony Stark. They-“
“Wait…Natasha?” Y/n shook her head. “No no…Wanda…she said…she said Nat was in a mission…a long…she has been sending letters.”
“I am so sorry, but it is what happened, and I know deep inside you know this happened because you were there. Wanda is grieving and she brought you along with her.”
Y/n breathed heavily as she backed away from Monica, not believing in her words. She looked around the houses and now it all made sense, the things she saw, the weird changes, Vision…the kids…was Agnes also trapped? She had asked…y/n had asked, and she hadn’t said anything about it so maybe she didn’t know. She started getting glimpses of what had happened, and she felt her eyes getting teary.
“I need to find Wanda.”
“I don’t want to hurt her, I only need to talk to her. She doesn’t want to listen.”
“I-I need to talk to her first. I promise I’ll…I just…I need to tan to her.” Y/n walked away with tears in her eyes as she looked around the neighborhood.
Her mind was running around and trying to think back what had happened, why she didn’t remember anything, how come Wanda didn’t tell her what had happened, why was she getting letters from Nat if she was dead…how was this happening? How could this be happening? She felt her heart raising and becoming hard to breath, she then heard someone arguing, and she walked to see…Agnes? She had…the kids. Oh my god the kids. Y/n stood there not knowing what was going on, she tried to stay focus but she felt she was having a panic attack not knowing what the hell was going on.
“W-Wanda?” She tried to yell but she felt weak the closer she got to them. “Ag-Agnes…” she fell down on her knees and cried as she tried to stand up. “Wanda!”
Wanda turned to look at y/n as the kids were finally released. “Y/n!” She tan to them with the kids following her. “Y/n, are you okay?”
“What’s going on?” Y/n looked up at her as she felt Wanda’s arms around her. “Why didn’t you tell me? Nat…Vision…why did you lie to me?”
Wanda shook her head as she looked back to the kids who were trying to give them some space. “Y/n…I…” she sobbed. “I’m sorry…I wanted us to be happy. To…I don’t know how this happened, I don’t understand, I just-“
“They said you did this Wanda. Why couldn’t you tell me?”
Y/n looked up from Wanda and saw Agnes walking to them. “Who are you? What…what are you doing?”
“Baby girl…I can explain.”
“You’re a witch? H-How…what’s going on?!”
“Y/n…I need you to go with the kids to the house, please. I need you guys to be safe.”
“I want to help. I don’t know what’s going on.”
Wanda kissed her forehead. “I need to do this in my own.” She whispered softly.
“Don’t play innocent, Wanda. You know what you did. You lied to her. You hurt her. You can’t trust her, y/n.”
“And I can trust you?” Y/n suddenly snapped as she stood up with the help of Wanda. “Who are you? Because I’m pretty sure your name is not Agnes.”
“My name is Agatha Harkness. I’m sorry this is the way we had to meet.”
“How wonderful.” She chuckled darkly. “So…you only wanted to get to Wanda through me? You used me?”
“Y/n, hun…this is not about you. I never-“
“How could you?” Y/n shook her head. She then looked at Wanda. “Why?”
“Auntie we should go…” Billy grabbed y/n’s hand and pulled her slightly.
Y/n looked down at him as she felt more tears. “Let’s go.” Y/n nodded as she looked up at Agatha. “If you hurt Wanda…I will hurt you.”
Agatha felt her heart stopping for a moment as she looked at y/n. She felt anger filling her body as she saw Wanda telling her y/n something before they left.
Y/n sat on her bed as she thought of everything that was happening. She felt her head was about to explode as everything was slowly coming back to her mind. She remembered how she had stayed in the car, waiting for Wanda and from then everything is blurry until she woke up that day, and everything started changing. But she also couldn’t help everything she went through with Agnes…or…Agatha. She was mad, she was so mad but how could she forget all of that? It felt real in the time that happened, it felt like it was true and not just a joke or as if she had used her. What happened then?
“Agnes, c’mon…” y/n laughed softly as Agnes pulled her, seemed like they were going to the park, but no one was actually there. “…where’s everyone?”
“Maybe in their houses. Maybe I paid them all to leave.” Agnes smirked as she looked back at y/n.
Y/n rolled her eyes as she laughed. “Right, cause you have that power.”
“Might not be Dottie, but I do have power.” Agnes chuckled as they finally got to their spot.
“This is beautiful, Agnes.”
“I remembered that you like picnics, so I thought, why not? It’s a beautiful day, with a beautiful girl.” Agnes winked at her as they sat down. “I also brought your favorites.”
“Aren’t you an angel?” Y/n smiled as Agnes got all the food out the basket. “Once upon a time, I guess I liked picnics.”
Agnes nodded. “Well…we can do it every now and then, I wouldn’t mind.”
Y/n looked up at Agnes and smiled. “I’d like that.”
“I’d too.” Agnes smiled as they stared into each other’s eyes.
Was it all a lie? Did she really used her to get to Wanda? What really happened? Why did it really happened? What was really going on? Why hadn’t she told her the truth. That day she had asked, she knew, she for sure knew what was going on and she said she didn’t. She was really into her mind that she didn’t notice when Billy and Tommy left, only hearing the door closing and that’s when she woke up from her trance.
“Guys?” Y/n asked as she stood up. “Billy? Tommy?” She ran downstairs and shook her head. “Shit.” She ran out of the house and closed the door behind her.
As she finally ran around trying to find the kids, she finally noticed the sky turning red and from afar, she could see Agatha and Wanda battling. No, no, no. Her emotions were completely mixed, not knowing what she was supposed to do or feel, she was confused, she was angry, but she was also hurt, but she also didn’t know what to feel, what was she supposed to do? Finally, she noticed both of them coming down from the sky and she ran to them. Vision tried to stop her at first, but she slowly walked to both of them. She heard Wanda talking to her, but she knew better than Wanda hurting her on purpose. As she heard Wanda, she heard Agatha begging her to not do anything and y/n’s heart stopped.
Wanda turned around to look at her and then back at Agatha for a moment. “Stay here.” Wanda looked back at y/n. “Are you okay?”
“Let me talk to her.”
“I’m an agent, Wanda. I’ve questioned people before…you know my history.”
Wanda nodded. “I’m so sorry.”
“We’ll talk later.” Wanda nodded as she walked to Vision and the kids. Y/n looked back and smiled at them, waving before seeing them disappearing. She turned to look at Agatha again and motioned her to stand up. Agatha did as told and y/n started walking, followed by Agatha. After a few moments of just walking, they finally got to Agatha’s house, both women entering and Agatha closing the door behind her.
Agatha licked her lips as she looked at y/n. “I didn’t mean to lie to you.”
“You know how hard it is for me to trust people? I’ve only trusted a few people in my whole life.” She turned to look at Agatha. “One of them was you.”
“I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t, I just-“
“You’re lucky that Wanda has a good heart, and she wouldn’t just hurt someone like that.” She licked her lips. “Whatever happened here was different, but I know Wanda.”
“She’s more than what you know. She’s a powerful witch.”
“And you wanted to take her powers? That’s why you were here? That’s why you talked to me and acted all nice and sweet?”
“No…y/n, you have to listen. Yes, I did plan to take her powers, that’s what I normally do. But…I never…I never planned to meet you, I never planned on-“ she stopped herself before she could continue.
“Planned what?” Y/n felt tears in her eyes.
“I didn’t plan to have feelings for you.”
Y/n chuckled. “You’re lying.”
Y/n nodded, she cleared her throat as she tried to swallow back her tears. “I will find Wanda, you stay here…that’s when I’ll listen to you. If you stay here.”
Y/n walked out of the house and noticed the so called hex had now disappeared, every house seemed to go back to normal, just how she remembered it looked. She walked around the streets and noticed all the agents around the area, including Monica. She thought about Wanda and questioned in her mind where she was, knowing that it had worked before, Wanda feeling y/n calling for her. Soon enough, she felt someone calling her and she followed whatever had called her, finding Wanda in the very end of the town.
“Y/n…I am so sorry.”
Y/n smiled sadly. “So…Scarlet Witch, huh?”
Wanda smiled a little. “I don’t understand it, but I will.”
“I know you will.” Y/n smiled.
“You can come with me.” Wanda whispered.
Y/n took a deep breath and looked around. “I think it’s time for me to go back. Figure it out by myself.” She smiled. “You found yourself, or…you will, but it’s a big step to know what you can do.” She nodded. “I need to find myself now.”
“What are you going to do with Agatha?” Wanda looked down at her hands for a moment and then back up at y/n.
“You’re jealous I’ll change you?” Y/n smirked.
Wanda rolled her eyes. “I want you to be careful.”
“Wanda, I will. I just…I might have known Agnes and not Agatha but-“
“You developed feelings for her.”
Y/n stared at her for a moment. “Maybe.”
Wanda nodded. “I’ll come back.”
“You better, or I’ll find you.” Y/n smirked.
Wanda smiled as she pulled y/n into a hug. “Be careful, detka.”
“I will. And you too, witchy.” Y/n pulled away and smiled.
Y/n entered the house once again and walked in slowly, thinking that maybe Agatha had left at the end, and she hadn’t really cared about what y/n had-
“You’re back.” Agatha smiled.
Y/n nodded. “I am.” She cleared her throat. “Wanda’s gone.”
Agatha nodded. “I thought so.”
“I’m ready to listen. To…whatever you have to say.” Agatha motioned y/n to sit with her. “Who is this house from anyway?”
“The real Ralph, he won’t be back any time soon.”
Y/n nodded. “Go ahead.”
“Well…yes, I am a witch. I’ve been in this world for over three hundred years. I…I used dark magic, I learned even if it wasn’t supposed to happen. I take their powers, I wanted Wanda’s because I knew who she was all along.” Agatha sighed. “But you…I didn’t expect to have feelings for you. I didn’t expect for you to get in my way. And I do not regret it. I wanted to take the power and…I wanted you to come with me. I thought she was hurting you.”
“Wanda could never hurt me.” Y/n shook her head.
“Well…now that I know your history together…I’m sure of that.” Agatha looked down at her hands.
“Agatha…I…I want to trust you…I do. I just…everything you did.”
“I can promise you that I won’t hurt you, I know what I did. And I…I want to show you that I can change. I want to change.”
“Well…I have somewhere we can go. I mean if you…if you want to stay with me. I don’t-“
“I do.” Agatha smiled. “Can I…can I hug you?”
Y/n’s breath hitched for a moment, biting her lip as she thought.
“It’s so cold today, isn’t it? So weird cause it hasn’t been like this before.” Y/n felt her body trembling as she sat near the chimney.
“Well, dear, isn’t it better? Stay inside, cozy, a good hot chocolate.” Agnes showed the tray with both mugs, leaning down for y/n to grab one. “The nice fire. Nothing could be better.”
“You’re right.” She chuckled as she took a sip of her hot chocolate. “Oh, Ags…this is so good.” She furrowed her brows. “I feel like it reminds me of something but…I can’t remember.” She giggled as she looked at Agnes.
“Must be a good memory.” Agnes smiled as she placed her mug beside her. “It does have a cost.”
“Oh? Is that so?” Y/n grinned as she did the same and turned to look at Agnes again. “And how much?”
“A hug.” Agnes smiled. “Long one.”
“I can definitely do that.” Y/n smiled as she opened her arms.
Agnes wrapped her arms around y/n and breathed on her scent, smiling softly as she closed her eyes. Y/n did the same, not being able to help herself as Agnes curls tickled her nose, but she still wrapped her arms tightly and made y/n close her eyes.
“We don’t have to.”
Y/n snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at Agatha. She offered a small smile. “Wouldn’t hurt one.”
Y/n smiled. “Long one.”
Agatha smiled and moved beside y/n’s side, slowly getting closer to her, and wrapping her arms around y/n’s waist, placing her head on y/n’s chest. Y/n smiled softly as she wrapped her arms around her tightly and breathed in her scent. She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt Agatha hugging her tighter, making y/n lay her back further on the couch. Agatha placed her ear near y/n’s heart, and it made her calm down.
“I promise I can be good.” Agatha whispered softly.
“I know.” Y/n kissed her head softly.
It had been 3 months since y/n had decided to go back to New York, trying to get a new job and slowly get her life back; with Agatha. It had been weird to have her at the apartment that once was hers and Natasha’s once upon a time, but she also didn’t feel lonely anymore. She was worried about Wanda, not really knowing where she was or what she was exactly doing, but she hoped she could see her one day.
Agatha tried her best to show y/n that she was good, and all the darkness was forgotten. They had the time to really get to know each other, the truth about Agatha, the life y/n had, she barely mentioned Natasha, not wanting to bring her up, but she told her everything she also went through with Wanda. Both of them had the time to know more about each other and they enjoyed every bit of it. Y/n knew her feelings were now true, Wanda was right, she did have feelings for her, and she enjoyed this time with Agatha. Agatha also knew that at the end, everything she had done for y/n was genuine and she would do anything for her.
“I’m back!” Y/n closed the door behind her and put her stuff down. “Agatha?”
“Oh, dear! I made us some dinner!” Agatha smiled as she approached y/n.
“Smells nice.” Y/n smiled as she walked to her. “What’s the occasion?”
“Just thought about doing something nice.”
Y/n blushed. “Good.”
Agatha winked and before she could walk away, y/n grabbed her hand. “Yes?”
“Can I kiss you?” Y/n whispered softly.
“Taken you long enough, sweetheart.” Agatha smirked.
Agatha placed her hands on y/n’s waist and pulled her for a kiss, making y/n gasp but wrap her arms around her neck and pulling her closer. Y/n couldn’t help but smile against her lips, feeling whole again for the first time in a while, feeling like everything made sense now, and knowing that she wouldn’t be alone ever again. And for Agatha, for the first time, she felt like someone had actually understand her finally, she had found the one that would never leave her.
Y/n slowly pulled away and rested her forehead against Agatha’s, caressing the back of her neck and smiling softly. “Worth the wait?”
“Definitely yes.” Agatha smirked. “Can we exchange the hugs for kisses now?”
Y/n raised her brow. “Don’t want my hugs anymore?”
“I’ll always want your hugs, my dear.” Agatha smiled as she kissed her lips again.
“I’ve made the witch soft? That’s a massive thing.” Y/n teased as she chuckled.
“Shut up. I can show you my dark side.” Agatha smirked as she pushed y/n against the wall, completely forgetting about dinner.
"Morning dear," she said. "Listen, I've left some breakfast on the table. You don't have to eat it but if you don't please put it back in the fridge. Wanda and I are off to our event. Everything in the house is yours so feel free to eat whatever. I know you flew in very late last night so I thought I'd let you sleep in. There should be coffee in the pot and we ended up making waffles this morning. I hope Hotel Harkness is to your liking! I mean if not then too bad you're stuck here for the weekend." She giggled at her joke. You could hear Wanda laughing and saying "Agatha!" on the other end.
"We should be back around noon but I've left a key at the front for you if you need to leave. Vision is also next door if you need anything and of course, you now have my cell phone number. Don't abuse it."
She stopped for a second trying to remember what she was going to say before hanging up but gave up after a while.
"Okay yeah, that's all. See you later hon! Welcome to Westview!"