Imagine Yuji Having Wanda As His Overprotective Older Sister. All Hell Will Break Loose If She Found

Imagine yuji having wanda as his overprotective older sister. All hell will break loose if she found out that yuji will die once they collected all of sukuna's fingers.

Scarlet witch will rain fire to anyone who will try to harm even a strand of his hair and Sukuna and the jjk men will be simping to our gorgeous Wanda. 😂

Ohh myy ghaaad this is soooo good. I love it soooo much. 😍😍

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ᗢ jujutsu kaisen x scarletwitch!reader ᗢ

09. grief

Chapter Index & Synopsis warning: will contain spoilers from the jjk manga and the latest mcu movies/shows (particularly wandavision and loki, as well as rumors from doctor strange in the multiverse of madness). once again, this will contain heavy spoilers—you have been warned. also some cussing here, too. I'm alive, everyone! Alive but possibly depressed and even more anxious. After possibly flunking three of my midterm exams despite hardcore studying, I believe I deserve this time to let all my pent-up frustration out through this loooooong, sad chapter. It's hard when you use academics to validate your self-worth and now that's not going well. Anyways, enough of that. See you maybe in November or December after this chapter! Yes, this is unbeta-ed and unedited, so beware of typos and maybe some inconsistencies (because I lack sleep right now, lol). I recommend you guys watch sad Wanda edits on TikTok and YouTube first if you really wanna bawl your eyes out. (word count: 7,375)

(previous chapter.)

So far, ever since the Shibuya Incident was solved, life seemed to go on pretty peacefully (aside from that one day Naoya Zenin barged into your shop—the same day that Agatha had come visit you in the cemetery). The flash drive she gave you was still there at home, untouched.

Forgotten, actually. You didn't dare touch it, not knowing what was inside. Agatha said Loki helped her with this, but what she said could have been a lie. She could've placed a spell on it or something. You didn't want to take the risk. That was like, two or three months ago. It was January 2019 now. A really cold January. Winter. And supposedly, there was going to be a snowstorm tomorrow so you had to prepare the necessary supplies.

"Alright, you guys can have your movie marathon here in my living room," you said to the eager guests, rolling your eyes at them. "Just... don't... wreck anything, okay? You can go and use Netflix, but if you want the non-Netflix movies, you can find them in the external hard drives behind the TV."

"Got it, Momma!" Yuuji happily replied, with a Gojo-wrapped-in-a-fluffy-white-blanket giving you a thumbs-up (Nobara was out touring Tokyo with Maki, so basically the house reeked of testosterone today.) An exasperated Megumi just sweat-dropped—but he wouldn't lie; he could use a movie break from all those missions lately. "This will be worth it! I even got Nanamin to join us!"

"Itadori-kun, you dragged me here on my day-off..." Kento mumbled, sitting in the corner of the living room and rubbing his temples. But he could never resist the pink-haired vessel's puppy dog eyes. Believe it or not, he was too nice whenever it came to Yuuji.

"Awwww, Nanami! Don't be such a spoilsport!" Gojo prodded teasingly from beside him, already excited at the prospect of a Saturday movie night (but it was only 1PM so... maybe it wasn't exactly at night). "Everyone's already here and your glum mood will sour everything up! Heh, just kidd—"

"Your narcissistic ugly face already sours everyone's lives here," the ex-salaryman quickly shot back, annoyed. Near him, Toji snorted and Geto spat out his hot cocoa drink cackling, making Gojo pout. "The freezing cold outside isn't making it any better."

"Haha, good one, Nanami!" Suguru clapped, holding his side. "He called you ugly, Satoru! Ha!"

"The man ain't wrong," Toji smirked, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV and flipping through a cooking recipes magazine. "You've got a big-ass forehead even that blindfold can't hide."

Geto spat out his drink a second time—actually it went out through his nose and it burned (plus Toji's remark even got a tiny chuckle out of the stoic Nanami). The bullied strongest sorcerer looked absolutely offended.

"I absolutely do not have a big-ass forehead!" Gojo defensively exclaimed, removing his blindfold and searching for a mirror in your house. He couldn't find one, so he settled for you instead. Satoru grabbed your shoulders as you were putting on some socks, icy blue eyes staring straight into your own. "Do I, Y/N?"

You blinked cluelessly, "Well, it's... relatively normal-sized, I guess?"

Even after that, the white-haired man didn't let go of you. His eyes slowly became more half-lidded as he stared at you longer. "Say, Y/N, my forehead may be relatively normal-sized, but something else definitely is much bi—"

He promptly got boinked in the head by Nanami before being dragged onto the sofa by Geto. Meanwhile, Choso thoughtfully handed you your coat from the rack, "It's freezing outside, Y/N-san. You should wear this."

"Oh! Thanks, Choso. Almost forgot," you sheepishly thanked him, putting out the black coat. "Would've been disastrous to go grocery shopping today in the cold."

"... I don't understand why you can't just magic the groceries, Y/N! Just stay heeeere! With us!" Gojo whined, pouting. "Pretty please?"

"Don't worry, I won't take too long. I also have to stop by at the neighbors." You waved him off, his tricks no longer working on you. "There's bags of popcorn in the microwave. Just heat them up, m'kay?"

"Sure, Y/N," Geto nodded. "Make sure to wear a scarf, too!"

"And some gloves, granny," Toji added, still skimming the magazine. "You sure you don't need a bodyguard? I know you have powers but there are creeps out there, too."

"Pssh, you worry too much, Toji."

"You nearly got mugged with an ice pick last year because you were spacing out," Toji shot back, raising a brow at you. You huffed.

"For your information, my powers would've automatically protected me!" you retorted, crossing your arms. "I'm leaving now, everyone. Bye!"

"Bye, Y/N!"

"Bye-bye, Momma!"

"Goodbye, Y/N-san!"

Then they were left to their own devices.

"... Wanna watch that Squid Game show that's been trending lately?" Yuuji suggested, moving to grab the remote from the TV stand. Megumi scrunched his nose up.

"Already watched that last week," he muttered. "Can we watch something else? Like, something not on Netflix?"

"Kinda agree with the kid here," Toji shrugged.

"We've watched almost everything on her Netflix account ever since we came back to life," Geto added. "Why not watch something else? She did give us the external drives to watch."

"Good way to know what kind of films she's got saved on those, too," Satoru snickered. "What if we find some reaaaally risqué films like Fif—ow!"

"There are kids here." Nanami boinked him on the head again, "And stop overreacting. You have your Infinity on. That didn't hurt."

"But I didn't have my Infinity on—"

"Irrelevant," the stoic man brushed his protests off, making the strongest sorcerer pout. He was about to complain loudly once more when Yuuji spoke up, rummaging through the many external drives you had in the drawers behind the TV. He blinked, holding up a maroon one.

"... Oh! Hey, isn't this the flash drive that weird lady gave her a couple months ago?" Itadori shared, showing it to them.

"... Please don't tell me you're planning on snooping on Y/N-san again," Geto sighed. "The last time it happened, it was a big misunderstanding and we found her entire family's shared tombstone."

"I agree with Geto-san," Nanami interjected. "We shouldn't invade her privacy."

"Especially after everything she's done for us," Choso mumbled. "Y/N-san is too nice."

Suddenly, there was a scoff between all the men. Sukuna's mouth appeared on Yuuji's cheek, and a sly eye opened. "Liars. You all can't tell me you're terribly curious as to what's in that little contraption, hm? It is about her, after all."

The others were silent. Indeed, they were curious, but they were also trying to take into account your feelings. Sukuna rolled his eyes, before taking partial control of Yuuji's hand to insert it into one of the TV ports.

"H-Hey! Stop! Sukuna!" Yuuji struggled, playing tug-of-war with his own body.

"Let go, brat! Let's see what she's got in here!" Sukuna snarled, fighting over control for the flash drive. "Must be pretty interesting and I want to know."

"No! Let go! I said, let go!" the pink-haired boy shouted, managing to throw the maroon metal flash drive into the corner of the room.

Clack!

"Ugh. Dumbass," Sukuna frowned. "You probably broke it."

All of a sudden, the lights began flickering in the house. The flat-screen TV lit up, and the maroon flash drive was suddenly floating in the air, surrounded by a violet light.

"Sukuna, what the fuck are you doing!?" Geto shouted, standing up and looking at the floating device warily. Gojo was right beside him, blindfold down and ready to Infinite Void the entire building. Nanami's eyes were narrowed as he reached towards the coffee table where he left his blunt sword. Toji was already prepared to fight, an arm protectively in front of Megumi who was also about to summon his Divine Dogs. Choso, too, had moved so quick he was already right by Yuuji.

"That ain't me," Sukuna drawled, his interest rising. He could sense something in the air. "I wonder what's happening."

Before they could even speak, there was a flash of purple. Within seconds, the only thing that was left was the maroon flash drive, broken on the floor.

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"What. The. Fuck," Toji swore. They all found themselves in an empty cinema, the screen black and everything silent.

"Where... are we?" Megumi blinked. He was already seated in one of the best seats of the house—the others boys beside him. Heck, Yuuji beside him even had popcorn and a massive cup of soda.

"I've got no clue, but even I can't teleport out," Gojo murmured, uncovered blue eyes clear as the sky. He was seated in-between Nanami and Geto, three hotdogs on the paper container on his lap.

Toji was trying to search for an exit, but to no avail. "There's nothing here. We can't get out." He flopped down on the cinema lounge chair beside his son.

"Whatever this is, it must be related to Y/N," Sukuna concluded. Just as he said it, the gigantic screen lit up and the film began rolling. It was of two foreign-looking men speaking together in an unfamiliar language. Luckily, there were subtitles for them. Nanami was the one who recognized it as English, but even the men on screen had a heavy accent. German, perhaps. They were talking about something called Hydra and looked like they were in a secret laboratory or something, speaking in front of a glowing blue scepter.

"What kind of movie is this?" Suguru grimaced. "I feel so lost. What are they even talking about?"

"... The dead will be buried so deep, their ghosts won't be able to find them," the man with a monocle spoke.

"And the survivors?" the apprehensive-looking other man.

The one with the monocle smiled darkly, "The twins."

The shot changed to something else. Two enclosed cells with a singular glass wall facing their end of the screen. On the left was a man who seemed to be unable to control his speed, his arms shaking as he disappeared and reappeared, occasionally bumping into the walls as he tried to control himself.

On the right side...

"That's... Momma... right?" Yuuji's eyes were wide. All of their eyes were wide.

"Sure as hell as. And it looks like she hasn't slept in days," Sukuna answered, watching carefully from his domain. What exactly was this film? Your hair seemed like it hadn't been combed in days. There were dark bags under your eyes. You looked like shit—yet absolutely terrifying at the same time.

You were kneeling on the ground in a plain, greenish-gray tunic, bandages over your right hand which seemed like it had an IV drip on it previously. Your fingers were twitching with those familiar crimson tendrils as you stared intently at the wooden blocks, seeming like you could hear both everything and nothing at the same time, simply in your own world. The wooden blocks wafted around in mid-air as you tested them out.

"It's not a world of spies anymore. Not even a world of heroes," the man with the monocle—Baron Strucker, from how the others called him—stated. "This is the age of miracles, doctor. And there's nothing more horrifying..."

The scene zoomed over to you, still seeming like you were lost in your powers.

"... than a miracle."

You crushed the wooden blocks altogether, the impact making a sick sound as the screen turned black. It was quiet between all of them.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Gojo finally cussed out. "Was that what I thought it was? Y/N being a psychopath?"

"Not a psychopath," Nanami deduced. Your bandaged hand, the jail cell, those German-sounding men...

Choso beat him to it, frowning deeply, "She was an experiment. Or experimented on. Like me."

"She looked younger there," Toji commented. "Almost the same as when Kugisaki told her to make herself younger."

"Then, this must be a memory of some sort," Megumi realized right as another scene began. It was you again. This time, not in a jail cell, but outside of it. You were holding the hand of that man in the other jail cell. This time, his hair had gone completely white despite youth still remaining on his face. "This is her past, isn't it?"

Everyone in the Hydra base, as they've found out, was on guard. Some people called the Avengers were attacking. Meanwhile, they saw as you and the other man spoke about the Avengers and who they were.

How you'd get revenge.

You emerged from the shadows like that nun from The Conjuring, irises bright red as you spitefully attacked Captain America and crept up behind Iron Man, warping his mind to be filled with nightmares as he stood in front of the scepter. Loki's scepter, they also found out. A weapon of mass destruction encasing an Infinity Stone. There was a twisted glint in your eye as a smile curved your lips up. That man—that Tony Stark—you had him right where you wanted him.

Amidst the fighting and war in your life, your new companions watched as you scolded your brother, Pietro, for stealing food (even though it was for the needy... except for that girl he was flirting with).

"Is every girl in Sokovia getting a dress in Paris?" You walked past Pietro and the blonde woman he was charming up. "Those skirts look comfortable."

Pietro pouted, running after you. "Hey!"

You hit his shoulder, "You keep stealing, you're going to get shot! I mean it!"

Pietro rolled his eyes, about to retort when a boy approached you two, saying that a man of iron was waiting in the church. You and your brother, Pietro, promised that you would destroy the Avengers. You nearly did. Especially when you allied with that unimaginably intimidating robot guy named Ultron. The man in the church wasn't Iron Man, but... something else, definitely.

"You lost your parents in the bombings. I've seen the records."

"We were ten years old, having dinner, the four of us," Pietro told Ultron. "When the first shell hits it makes a hole on the floor. It was big. Our parents go in. The whole building starts falling apart. I grab her, roll under the bed, then the second shell hits, but it doesn't go off. It just sits there in the rubble... three feet from our faces. And on the side of the shell is painted one word."

You, who had been gazing at the corner for the majority of the conversation, turned to Ultron, bitterness simmering in your flashing eyes. "Stark."

"We were trapped for two days."

"Every effort to save us, every shift in the bricks, I thought... this will set it off. We wait for two days for Tony Stark to kill us."

Ultron moved closer to you and Pietro, "You and I can hurt them." His metallic hand crept towards your cheek. "But you... will tear them apart."

It was a blur as the scenes changed again, showing some of the Avengers, then other scenes. Meanwhile, Sukuna chuckled. "Looks like granny's not the nice woman I thought she was... allying herself with a genocidal robot."

"This Ultron guy's much more... civilized than those Decepticons, though," Gojo said to himself, shrugging.

Nanami shook his head, "You're going to regret saying that. My guts tell me so."

"But Momma and her brother are just angry," Yuuji answered with a sad look on his face. "Her parents were killed in a bombing by that Stark guy's weapons. She's a victim!"

"I don't have a very good feeling about all of this," Nanami sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Y/N-san and her brother are still what, kids there? Teenagers."

"Either way, Y/N was already one scary girl at that point, rallying and becoming an activist before volunteering for that Hydra organization," Gojo said, his blindfold back over his eyes. Some of the pieces were being put together: why you were what you were and who you were.

Geto's eyes darkened. He knew what that felt, feeling like he's lost his way in life as a teenager, "You can't blame her for being angry, still."

They saw you in action again in the huge screen, wrecking the minds of the Avengers and making them hallucinate their darkest nightmares. That was, until Hawkeye caught you and electrocuted you with an arrow. Pietro quickly came back before removing the arrow and picking you up somewhere safe.

"Ah, it hurts! It hurts." You clutched your head, panting heavily as Pietro swore to kill Barton. You stopped him, grabbing his arm. "No. Wait. I'm fine... I'm fine." Your furious gaze turned towards where the Avengers jet was. "I want the big one."

From that point on, it was destruction. Civilians were killed. The Avengers were in shambles and in shock. The world was angry, then Ultron managed to get a hold of a new body that was still in process.

Then, it happened.

"I can read him... he's dreaming..." you blinked, moving towards the metal container. You closed your eyes, touching it carefully. And you saw it. The meteor crashing into the world.

You yelped in pain, Pietro immediately consoling you. Your head snapped towards Ultron, face betrayed. "How could you!? You said we would destroy the Avengers, make a better world!"

"It will be better," Ultron defended himself.

Your eyes were wide with fear, "When everyone is dead?"

"Is this like, her redemption arc or something?" Satoru whispered to Suguru while eating a hotdog. The place had free refills of hotdogs, popcorn, and soda. Whatever magic this was, it knew they were there. Geto rolled his eyes.

"Just shut up and watch, Satoru. It's not like we can go anywhere else, can we?"

The eight men (yes, Sukuna included) watched as you began to side with the Avengers instead, helping Steve Rogers stop that train in Korea and telling the American man that the similarity between Ultron and Stark's thoughts were uncanny.

"He will do anything to make things right! Where do you think he gets that from?!"

They watched as you fought the opposing Avengers who wanted to make that new body go online. They watched as you approached the being called Vision, a curious yet wary gleam in your eyes.

"I looked in your head and saw annihilation," you told the artificial intelligence being, skeptical of his true intentions.

"Look again," the Vision spoke. And you did. It was nothing but peace. The mind of a newborn and a philosopher all at the same time. Little did the spectators know that this being would later on become the greatest love of your life. When he unintentionally proved to everyone in the room that he was worthy by lifting Mjölnir effortlessly, that sealed the deal.

Vision was worthy.

They watched and listened as Steve Rogers made his pre-battle monologue. Gojo snorted, "This Rogers guy is such an old man. Just like you, Nanami. And Fushiguro over there. Not the little Fushiguro."

The ex-salaryman raised a brow at Satoru, crossing his arms, "You are aware that I'm younger than you, right?"

Gojo placed a hand over his heart, "Ah, but I have a heart—and the body—of youth."

Geto snorted, "Bullshit. Nanami and Toji have better abs than you, Satoru. And you can't tell me otherwise because I know you've seen them, too, that time we all went to the sauna."

Toji grinned, the scar on his lip curving upward, too. He didn't say anything to accept or deny the statement, however. At that point in the "film", your brother had thrown you a bright red jacket from Black Widow's locker. When you all arrived in Sokovia, you and your brother then proceeded to evacuate the city. Wisps of red appeared from your hands and spread into the whole area, controlling all the citizens to be compliant.

Despite your early powers already being intimidating, they could tell that when the whole city started flying and more mini-Ultrons began coming, you were terrified. Your abilities then were a far cry from your abilities now. In that fight, your shields were easier to dismantle and your focus wasn't that strong yet, as well. The mini-Ultrons still managed to hit you.

"How can I let this happen... this is all our fault," you whispered repeatedly to yourself, covering your ears as you hid in a corner with Hawkeye.

"Your fault, my fault, who cares!? Look, I can't stay here to babysit. It doesn't matter what you did or where you came from. If you step out that door, you are an Avenger," Barton hushed you. You swallowed apprehensively, doe-like eyes filled with uncertainty as he left you to fight more robots.

"There, Momma's around my age, right? Like Megumi and I," Yuuji observed. He had never seen that look on your face—so unsure and self-critical.

"It's likely this was a long time ago," Choso murmured. "Y/N-san is much more confident in herself and her powers now."

Well, they were somewhat proven wrong when the scene changed to doors flinging open, you emerging out of it to now-fearlessly demolish Ultron's minions.

"... That was kind of hot," Gojo nodded, impressed. Sukuna—who was miraculously still there and watching—chuckled darkly as he watched you toss robots around (like you did to him once before; this man was both a sadist and a masochist).

Nanami sighed beside him while Geto just chuckled. Toji, on the other hand, had a bad feeling in his gut when he saw that stray police bullet graze your brother's bicep. Didn't you already warn him to be careful or else he might get shot? And the thing is, in reality? Your brother was already dead. Megumi noticed his father's narrowed eyes as he gazed at the screen, watching as you hoined the original Avengers in defending the core.

"Get the people on the boats," you ordered your brother.

Pietro huffed, "I'm not leaving you."

"I can handle this!" you argued, promptly destroying another robot with your wiggly-woos. "Come back for me when everyone else is off, not before. Do you understand?"

Pietro gave you a look, pausing, "You know, I'm twelve minutes older than you."

You rolled your eyes, a tiny smile creeping up your face, "Go."

The thing was, maybe Pietro took that statement a little bit too seriously. Waaaay too seriously.

All of them saw the moment Pietro had sacrificed himself to save Barton and that kid from the bullets Ultron had shot. Your warnings and comments earlier seemed to have foreshadow your brother's untimely death. The scene returned to where you where in that chapel, a look of pained realization on your face as you felt half your soul get ripped apart from you.

Everything was amplified. Despite the distance, in your head, you could hear when Pietro took his last breath. You could hear when his heart stopped beating forever. And all you saw was red as you screamed in utter agony, falling to your knees and your powers going wild, obliterating your surrounding enemies into nothingness.

To them—perhaps it was a dramatic effect of the film—your scream was muted, except perhaps extremely faint echoes of it at the end. But judging by the way the veins on your neck bulged and how hard you were sobbing on the ground, fingers digging into the debris below you, they could all tell this was pain. Unadulterated, irrevocable suffering.

"Momma..." Yuuji whispered sadly, his heart wrenching at the sight. The boy wanted to hug you so tight and never let go. Was this why you'd become so strong? Is this what you've gone through?

"So her twin was killed," Suguru muttered, unable to bear looking at you in so much misery at your brother's death. He imagined what would happen if Mimiko or Nanako lost one another. He hated it already, the mere thought of it.

"They're lucky cursed spirits don't exist in their world... or universe..." Kento spoke, the sight and the emotions displayed not foreign to him. Haibara may not have been his twin, but he had been extremely dear to his heart. The blonde couldn't imagine how hard it was—with you being a telepath and the person you lost being your twin. Your only remaining family. Your person. Half of your soul, in other cultures and beliefs. Sukuna and Choso were quiet—as cursed spirits, seeing your level of grief made them wonder... if that had happened in this universe, what monster would be birthed? Another Mahito? Something worse?

"That would've spelt trouble," Toji looked away from the screen, deciding to steal popcorn from the bag on Megumi's lap. Later on, they found you approaching a weakened Ultron, looking livid as your psionics surrounded you in a haze of scarlet.

"If you stay here, you'll die," Ultron whispered. You crouched beside him, black mascara and eyeshadow streaks down your cheeks.

"I just did," you croaked out, accent heavy. "Do you know how it felt?" And so, you ripped Ultron's heart out of his chest (Gojo and Yuuji did cheer you on despite knowing this happened in the past). You scowled at him, greasy oil dripping from the metal core you'd torn out. "It felt like that."

Everything after that was a blur. When the city began falling like a meteor, gravity seeming non-existent, you were saved by that Vision guy as he carried you into his arms. Seems like you couldn't fly yet back then. But when you officially became one of the Avengers, you learned. You trained. You went on missions—not like jujutsu sorcerer missions, but more on superhero-save-the-world kind of stuff. Under Rogers and Romanoff, you became better over the years. Stronger. More focused. And in that mission in Lagos, they watched as you multi-tasked with your powers: creating energy projections behind you for protecting while doing something else at your front with your wiggly-woos.

All that progress came crashing down when they saw you try to save the distracted Captain America from Crossbones. Bucky was all it took for the usually-composed soldier to lose his composure, but your intentions were good. What happened was not. You'd tried to prevent the bomb from exploding further, throwing it up into the air, but you miscalculated. It went into a building filled with civilians.

You didn't mean to. You swore to use your powers for the better; to never cause suffering like what you had done to Sokovia. But numerous civilians... 11 relief workers had died because of you. The look of horror and complete regret in your eyes was something they would never forget.

"Oh no, oh no... Y/N," Satoru quietly said, already able to tell that you would go back to that dark place again. That place you were in before you were an Avenger. That place of guilt and sorrow.

Black Widow—whom they'd found you deemed as a sister and now-best friend—pulled you into her arms, embracing you as sirens blew everywhere. The same look of horror was on her face as she stared at the smoking building.

"What legal authority does an enhanced individual like Wanda Maximoff have to operate in Nigeria?" the reports kept repeating. You were sitting in your new room in the States, listening to the consequences of your actions. The television turned off. Steve sat beside you.

"It's my fault," you mumbled.

"No. It's not," Cap replied gently.

"Turn the TV back on. They're being very specific."

You and Cap spoke quietly for a while. That was, until, Vision entered your room by materializing through the wall, telling you that Secretary Ross had arranged a meeting. That was when the Sokovia Accords were proposed. You decided to stay and sign it. For the good of others. Everything seemed serious, until the scenes changed once more. They could hear classical music playing in the background.

"Is that paprikash?" you asked, appearing from outside the camera frame and walking towards the kitchen where the Vision was cooking. Or well, trying to.

"I thought it might... lift your spirits," Vision smiled at you shyly. You smiled back softly, taking the ladle and tasting a bit of the dish.

At this, Gojo's eyes widened in realization, "... Heeeeey, are they—?"

Geto was on the same wavelength as his best friend, understanding what he meant. It was clear with how you laughed and smiled. "Seems like it."

"So the robot man fancies granny pants. Hm," Sukuna said to himself. "Interesting. I wonder how that would work."

"Spirits lifted," you told the artificial intelligence being kindly. To Choso, it reminded him of how you spoke to him in the present times. So warm and light and open.

"Wanda?"

"Hm?"

"No one dislikes you, Wanda."

You blinked, "Thanks...?"

"Oh, you're welcome. No, it's an involuntary response in their amygdala. They can't help but be afraid of you."

"Are you?" you asked, adding some spices in the dish Vision was making.

"My amygdala is synthetic, so..."

Then you giggled. To Vision, maybe it sounded a little like bells. And to the other men watching the film slash memory of yours, maybe it sounded like bells and chimes, too.

Gojo couldn't help but pout and be a bit jealous, "They like-like each other."

Yuuji wasn't helping, already interested in the blooming romance of his adopted mom, "They definitely do! Momma seems to like him!"

"A lot, that's for sure," Megumi even muttered.

You continued with your small talk and philosophical life questions with Vision before scrunching your nose up playfully. "I don't know what's in this, but it's definitely not paprikash. I'm going to the store, be back in twenty minutes—"

Vision stopped you before you could leave, trying to prevent you from leaving. You caught on to his antics. "Vision, are you not letting me leave?"

"It is a question of safety."

"I can protect mys—"

"Not yours." At his statement, the men watching could see how your heart broke through your gaze. So that was what it was. You had been locked in your room and in the compound for days when Hawkeye rescued you, convincing you to run away. A ball of red energy morphed into your palms.

"Vision, that's enough. Let him go," you pleaded to the being holding the assassin in a chokehold. "I'm leaving."

"I can't let you," Vision refuted. With that, you synced your powers with the Mind Stone in his head, making him phase through Barton and making him kneel to the floor. Cracks began appearing on the marble.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, stretching you arms out and pushing him down.

"If you do this, they will never stop being afraid of you," Vision gritted out.

"I can't control their fear, only my own," you said, with more confidence this time. Whistles and cheers erupted from Itadori and Satoru (the others were impressed, too, but quieter about it).

"She what, pushed him down into the core of the Earth?" Gojo blinked. Nanami frowned.

"That's... kind of overkill. It was likely just below their basement," the blonde responded.

The scene onscreen shifted to the Leipzig Airport battle, with you taking a bit of your revenge on Stark. You grit your teeth at Iron Man, "You locked me in my room."

His weaponized hand was raised towards you, "It was to protect you." Your only response was to tilt your head at him (before later hurling a bunch of cars from the parking area towards him, trapping him beneath them). The battle between the Avengers seemed like it wouldn't end, with you practically breaking your back to prevent the central control tower from crashing down on Steve and Bucky. So much happened... until you were in Vision's arms, both of you apologizing to one another. Rhodey was shot from the sky, and later on, the Avengers broke when Tony found out that the Winter Soldier was behind his parents' deaths.

The next thing they knew, you were in a highly-protected cell, a human shock collar over your neck and a straitjacket over your entire body. Unlike the others who opposed the Sokovia Accords, you were alone in a single unit, baggy eyes glaring into the surveillance camera. You didn't use your powers, though. After all, where could you even go now that the Avengers disbanded? The sight stunned the men into silence. They treated you like a crazy asylum patient. Maybe that time, you were dwelling close to insanity, too. At that point, they could see it in your eyes. You no longer cared what happened to you. Locked up, restrained,

"Those bastards..." Toji swore under his breath, seeing your condition. Lips pale, seeming like you had neither slept nor been fed in days.

The others had the same thought, but didn't voice it out. But it was clear on their expressions that they were pissed, too. Thankfully, just a few days later, Cap broke all of you out. Then your life film flashed forward to a hotel room in Scotland, with you sipping some warm soup as the rain poured outside. Turns out, after everything that happened, you had eloped with Vision. Yet, as he stood by the window, he could tell something was wrong with the Mind Stone. It was strangely active, as if it were trying to say something.

"Viz? Is it the stone again?" You stood up, moving towards him and cupping his cheek. He kissed your hand gently, then placed it over his forehead.

"... Oh fuck, did she really run away with that damn robot? And the damn robot looks human now, too," Sukuna snidely commented, making Yuuji slap his hand over his cheek.

"Shut up, Sukuna! This is a beautiful moment for Momma! They're in love," the teenager defended. Megumi was more on trying not to watch but still listening, though—it felt like he was intruding on such an intimate moment between you and that being they called the Vision. The other men, on the other hand, remained silent... perhaps torn with a mix of envy and sadness at how lovingly you treated one another. But they saw a spark in your eye they had never seen before. A different kind of happiness you no longer showed.

"Tell me what you feel," Vision whispered gently. You exhaled softly, allowing your powers to emerge. Shaking your head, you caressed his cheek.

"I just feel you," you breathed as you two shared a featherlight kiss. They watched as you two strolled the wet streets of Scotland at night. Vision gazed at you, trying to convince you to remain with one another.

"Stay," he murmured. "Stay with me." You looked apprehensive. After all, you had to return to Cap and the others soon.

Noticing your worry, Vision retracted his statement, "... Or not. If I'm overstepping—" However, your attention was piqued somewhere else. A store nearby had a television set showing the news. Another alien attack in New York. This time, much more dire than what the Chitauri had done in 2012.

"What... are they?" you asked, eyes wide in fear. Your fingers were close to your mouth—not knowing whether you should speak or cover it.

"What the stone was warning me about," Vision swallowed. The spectators noted how the artificial being stared at you like you were the most glorious thing he's ever laid eyes on (well, you were the first thing he saw right after he was born). Vision took your hand in his and kissed it sweetly, making up his mind. "I have to go."

You shook your head, stuttering out and pleading, "No, Vision. Vision, if that's true, then maybe—maybe going isn't the best idea."

"Wanda, I—"

"Vision!" you shrieked, hands over your mouth.

Screeeeeeech!

The men watching flinched as the jump scare tore through the cinema. Their fighting instincts and reflexes came to life. Your horrified gasp lit the adrenaline and panic in them as Vision was stabbed through with a curved staff. His human disguise faded back into his more A.I.-like appearance. You were about to attack Corvus when you, too, were thrown into a glass window by an energy blast from another enemy that had landed behind you: Proxima Midnight.

And so it began.

"Oh damn, Mom's pretty good at fighting," Yuuji blinked, watching you use your psionic powers with extreme hand-to-hand combat. Megumi beside him was wide-eyed and impressed, as well. The others followed your rapid movements—in spit of being able to hold your own against Proxima Midnight (courtesy of training from Cap and Widow), they could tell that you were on the defensive rather than the offensive.

"Can... can she not use her magic to defeat them?" Choso asked. Nanami's eyes narrowed, realizing what it was.

"... She can't. At least, not yet. Her power level that time isn't the same as her level now," Kento noted. "Even with how good she is fighting, she's relying more on her psionic energy and telekinesis."

"Anyone can tell that her mind is also elsewhere, too. With that injured robot, specifically," Sukuna said, logical for once. He watched as you—again, nearly broke your back bending to send Proxima Midnight flying into a flaming car. You levitated towards the roof where Corvus and Vision were.

"Hands off," you snarled, hitting Corvus with a strong blast that sent him into a gigantic church bell. When you tried to fly away with Vision, however, you were shot down from the sky by Proxima Midnight, leaving you two crashing painfully into the train station.

"Come on, come on, we gotta get up. We gotta get up. We have to go," you insisted, pulling the other being up. He shook his head sadly.

"Please leave," Vision begged. You refused adamantly, gazing into his eyes. The eyes which you had grown to love and adore.

"You asked me to stay. I'm staying," you promised, rising from your kneeling position when Corvus and Proxima Midnight entered the scene. You positioned yourself defensively in front of Vision, ready to kill if necessary. When necessary.

Your spectators were mentally cheering you on, the intense glower in your eyes telling them you were serious. As serious as when you had eliminated Kenjaku and the Cursed Spirits. Before all of that could happen, though, help arrived in the form of Falcon, Captain America, and Black Widow. Still, tensions were high as the explanations about the various Infinity Stones and this Thanos coming after them with his Infinity Gauntlet. He'd already taken some and that was a feat in itself. So how were they to protect the Mind Stone?

"No, we have to destroy it," Vision stated, holding his injured side. "Its... composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source... something very similar to its own signature, perhaps... its molecular integrity could fail."

You paused, your heart almost stopping at what he just said. Your eyes narrowed at Vision, understanding what he was implying, "Yeah. And you with it." You frowned, shaking your head. "We're not having this conversation."

"Eliminating the stone is the only way to be certain that Thanos can't get to it," Vision attempted to convince you.

You wanted to cry and throw up, but held it all in, "That's too high a price." No. You wouldn't lose Vision. Not him. Not after everyone else.

He held your cheeks gently, "Only you have the power to pay it." You turned away from him.

Even after Shuri tried to separate Vision from the Mind Stone as the rest of the Avengers fought Thanos's army in Wakanda, how did they get to this point? Even with how you demolished all those Outriders, Threshers, and killed Proxima Midnight, why didn't it feel like it was enough? You stood in front of Vision with your powers activated—your expression one of absolute fear and nervousness as the portal opened. Thanos emerged.

Vision grabbed your hand, "Wanda, it's time." You didn't budge. "Wanda. Wanda, look at me. You have the power to destroy the stone—"

"Don't," your gritted out, trying to stop your heart from breaking.

"You must do it, Wanda, please. If he gets the stone half the universe dies. We are out of time." Vision placed your hand on his cheek, trying to comfort you.

Your lips trembled at the thought, "I can't." Your voice seemed so helpless. Feeble. Hopeless.

"Yes, you can," Vision encouraged you. Of all people, he knew you best. And he knew your potential. He knew that the love of his life was stronger. So strong. And could be much stronger when given the opportunity. "You can." Your eyes were glassy—tears threatening to fall. You couldn't do this. Not him. Not like Pietro. Not like your parents. Why did you always have to lose someone? What had you done to the gods or whoever was up there to deserve this? Vision could tell what you were thinking, though, and tried to remedy it. "It's not fair. It shouldn't be you but it is."

You were crying now, hand shaking as you raised it towards him. From outside the screen, those watching your story come to this point felt their insides twinge. At this point, Yuuji, too, was about to cry seeing you cry so desperately. Megumi shut his eyes at the sight. Toji glanced at his son, momentarily remembering that time he lost his beloved wife, too. That feeling was reminiscent of yours. In the other corner, Choso closed his eyes, recalling what you had told him when you first met. He knew that Vision would die, and so did everyone else you had loved so dearly. Vision had to die, and he did. But Choso didn't know it had to be this way... that it happened this way. In this cruel manner. Even from the screen, he as a Cursed Spirit could almost feel your pain. But he knew that maybe, yours was amplified to an unimaginable degree.

Sukuna, Geto, and Nanami—as well as Gojo, surprisingly—watched as you sobbed at Vision's ironically comforting words. The situation had your universe's safety at stake, yet this moment felt so small and intimate. So this was your tragic story with the love of your life. Your greatest love. How you'd lost him, too, like your brother and parents.

"It's alright. You could never hurt me," Vision assured you, never once breaking eye-contact since the moment you came back to check on him. "I just feel you."

"Oh, God. Oh no. No, no, no," Geto cursed under his breath at that sentence. He wasn't one for sappy love stories, but if that didn't hit him right in the soul... well, turns out he wasn't as heartless as he thought he was. Gojo beside him was half-sniffling already, the thought of jealousy out of his mind now. Scrunching his nose up at the white-haired man's snot, Nanami handed him a tissue.

Seeing the look of anguish on your face, even as your crimson energies started destroying the brilliant golden gem on his head, Vision still tried to comfort you. "It's alright," he mouthed, making you cry even more. With your other hand, you held back Thanos from getting closer, trying your best to keep Vision's image ingrained in your mind. This could be your last ever memory of him, no matter how painful it was. With the last ounce of your energy and the entirety of your heart, you gave it your all. The stone cracked once. Twice.

"I love you." Those were his last words to you before the Mind Stone shattered, the golden-white blast reverberating throughout Wakanda's lush forests.

Blinking, Thanos walked towards your fallen form. "I understand, my child. Better than anyone."

Remorseful yet crestfallen irises stared up at him. "You could never," you spat out. This... this monster. His large hands patted your head, stroking your hair with so much sincerity it made you want to retch.

"Today, I lost more than you could know. But now is not time to mourn. Now, there's no time at all," Thanos declared, standing where Vision's body had disappeared. Before you knew it, he raised the Infinity Gauntlet, the green of the Time Stone looking sickly to you. With wide eyes, you realized what he was about to do.

"No!" you screamed, only for the alien warlord to toss you away. For the second time, you watched as the love of your life was taken before your eyes—the Mind Stone mercilessly ripped from his head as Thanos choked him with one hand. His grey, dulled mechanical body fell to the dirt. In your last moments of the time, you mourned him. Stayed beside him. Even when Thanos eliminated half the population of the universe with a single snap of his fingers, you were there beside Vision. And when you turned to dust, your eyes were staring up at the bleak heavens, a sense of relief that maybe in death, you'd see him again. All of them again. Perhaps death was a better option.

As the screen faded into black, the jujutsu sorcerers and Cursed Spirits watching could only stare back at their reflections—shocked and terrified at what happened to you.

Before they knew it, all of them were back at home, in the living room where they'd first disappeared. The silence was louder than anything else. On the television were three words. A question.

Proceed to Endgame?

(to be continued.)

Author's Note: Hi... and goodbye. Hint: for the next chapter, more heartbreak. Why? Because it's WandaVision time and this time, you get to watch for the nth time as your old family dies in the Hex with your new friends and family. See you next month... or on December. Depends if I pass this damn program and live to tell the tale.

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