knife_bender | MHA #2 | Wednesday Morning

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MHA #2 | Wednesday Morning

Diego tried his very best to not be That Guy and demand he know his wife's every move. She was an adult, he knew she was with friends, and she was fine during that whole Rey thing back in August. He was sure she was fine.

But come on, a phone call would be appreciated!

He was just going to be pacing the apartment, trying to think of logical reasons of why she hadn't called rather than convening an emergency meeting of The Umbrella Academy to solve the mystery of "where the fuck did my wife go and why hasn't she called me?".

[For one! That Annie came home looking rough is fine for broadcast but specifics on Wanda's shenanigans are NFB]

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"Jesus," he murmured. Then he remembered how they got on this subject. "How bad did it get this time?"

Shoe-losing bad, for sure.

Annie was quiet for a moment, looking down at her hands and playing with the pop tab on her White Claw can. "She did it to me," she finally offered, her voice barely above a whisper. "She took over my mind. Used me to hurt people."

It wasn't objectively the worst thing Wanda had done in the course of all of this -- everyone seemed to think of dreamwalking as the magical equivalent of a war crime, and stalking a teenager with intent to kill her was absolutely not, like...cool.

But being used as a weapon while her trapped mind screamed in protest was going to stick with Annie for the rest of her life.

"What?" Diego asked, the question tinged with anger. "That's not--you don't do that."

Diego had grown up in a household with someone who could take over minds. Rumoring your brother into peeing his pants was totally different than hurting people. That was a line you didn't cross.

"Well, she did," Annie replied, a little wobbly to have such full-throated support behind the idea that what Wanda had done to her was wrong. "We had a ton of power where she did it -- like, a mini robot army, actually, it would have been pretty cool if I hadn't...."

She trailed off, and tried again. "I mean, the good news is that I flew? Like, really flew. Wanda knew what to do with my powers better than I did."

The bad news was everything else. The sense of violation. How gross she felt now. How torturous it had been to essentially watch herself doing things.

"Fuck, Annie," Diego said, ducking his head down to bump his forehead against her temple. "I'm so sorry. I wish--I wish I could have done something."

"You're doing so much now," Annie told him softly, her voice cracking just slightly as she leaned into him. "I was so scared, and so -- helpless. Trapped. It just...I feel like I did after Deep, you know?"

It wasn't a perfect comparison, but the sense of feeling used and helpless called her back to that night in the conference room all the same. And in a lot of ways, it was much worse -- being violated by a close friend whom Annie had thought she could trust was going to take a long time for her to get over. She might never.

"I know," he said quietly. "I am so sorry."

It really was unfair Annie had to go through something like this again.

"Where's Wanda now?" Asking for a friend. A friend who would easily get torn to Reed Richards-like ribbons if he went up against her, but still.

That was going to take a second to answer, considering how complicated Annie felt about it -- even after everything she'd just said.

She also hadn't actually said it out loud yet, aside from telling Stephen that she'd miss her. That had been the most acknowledgement she'd allowed herself to have, because Annie had known that when she finally said it out loud, it was going to be real, and she hadn't been ready.

She still wasn't ready.

"She's dead," she murmured, and oh, look, there were the tears she'd been staving off this whole time. "America took her to her kids, like she wanted, and -- they were terrified of her. It was all wrong, and...I think she realized what she'd done, then."

She figured Diego could fill in the blanks from there -- that it hadn't been Annie or Stephen or America who had ultimately taken Wanda down, but Wanda herself.

Fuck, of course that was how it ended. In a way that allowed Annie no chance at closure with her friend.

Though part of Diego was relieved Wanda was dead so she couldn't hurt anyone like that again. He did have enough self-preservation skills to not voice that out loud. He could tell Annie still felt something there for her, even after being mind controlled.

"Tell me what you need," he said. "I don't think I can say anything to make any of this better."

Could anyone, really?

"I can draw you a bath? Or take you somewhere to punch something?"

Annie wouldn't have even begrudged him those vengeful thoughts; a part of her was a little grateful that Wanda couldn't hurt any more innocent people, too. (And while she hadn't quite put this together for herself in so many words yet, she also knew that Wanda had wanted to make sure she couldn't do that again. Annie was sure of it. She'd been an Avenger in the end, no matter what else she'd been before.)

"A bath sounds nice," she told him almost immediately, swiping at her eyes and nestling herself more firmly against his side (which would make it hard for him to get up and do that, but she needed her husband more than a bath right at this moment, anyway.) "I've done enough punching for a little while, I think -- in the end, we were out in the middle of nowhere again, so it was all I had. Oh, and there's this thing magic people can do where, like, they can jump into the head of the version of them that exists in any universe, and Stephen was dead in that last one. That's how I lost my shoe. I fought a like...reanimated corpse."

So, actually, a bath was a nice idea for several reasons.

"A zombie took your shoe," Diego said lightly. "One of the cooler ways to lose a shoe, I think."

"My shoe got stuck in a zombie," Annie corrected, making a little face and clearly trying for levity herself. "It was gross. I also got roofied for a little while."

That covered...pretty much all the bases, right? She'd skipped over a few things -- though surely sometime over the next few weeks, the other pieces would work their way out (the, 'Oh, I saw a minotaur!' and, 'Wanda folded herself up like origami and came out of a gong,' of it all, you know), but. For now, and for as sad and shaky and tired as she was, that was probably enough.

"I was so scared I wouldn't make it back to you," she added, sliding a hand over Diego's knee. "Or that I'd make it back to a different version of you, after all this."

Maybe one with an eyepatch or something.

"I was worried too." Obviously not to the extent she was, but he'd be doing more research the next time one of Annie's friends asked for a favor. "I'm so glad you're okay."

Physically. He knew that emotionally was a whole other thing.

"Mostly," Annie replied lightly. "I've got some bumps, but nothing worse than what your brother or Black Noir's done before."

And what she wasn't saying -- because she didn't want to think about it, and maybe that was something to be covered if she ever did get someone's phone number from Wong -- was that the thing that hurt the most about the damage she'd taken was that she knew a lot of it was the result of Wanda taking no care with puppeteering Annie's body for her.

It made everything hurt more with every twinge, and she would just have to...deal with that.

Diego leaned in close enough to press a kiss against her temple. "This really sucks."

Look, Annie, you didn't marry this man for his eloquence.

Nah. She married him for his sensitivity (amongst other things), and he was right: it did suck, and there wasn't really anything that was going to make it better. She didn't have to pretend it was okay, with Diego, and that was worth everything right now.

"It'll suck less eventually, right?" she tried with a sniffle, closing her eyes and just taking stock of how it felt to be home and with Diego again, after all that. "Everything fades with time."

But.

"But I'm really going to miss her." And that came out very quiet, like Annie didn't know how to feel about her grief.

"I get that. It's normal," he said. "If I had never seen Viktor again, and the last memory I had of him was him blowing up the moon, I'd still miss him."

"Yeah." That was a good comparison, especially given how very angry Viktor had been during all of that. "It doesn't -- like, doing something awful doesn't erase all the good things they did before. People are more complex than that."

But it did recontextualize Wanda as someone willing to kill a teenager to get what she wanted, and Annie would never be able to divorce her friend's memory from that fact. Her motivations helped, but Annie had spent too much time with America to pretend they were justified.

(At least Viktor hadn't meant to blow up the moon, you know? Accidents happened!)

Yeah, but before the moon blew up he had very purposely lifted up his brothers with his life sucking tentacles and tried to kill them.

"You can miss her," Diego said. "Missing her doesn't mean you forgive her. Nobody's going to judge you."

Yeah, those hadn't been accidental tentacles, had they? Whoops.

Annie could not fathom ever forgiving Wanda, right now -- but she also knew, without having to think about it too hard, that she eventually would. Forgiveness was in her nature, even if her faith had taken a beating. It was just going to take a long time. All of this would.

"Don't tell anyone?" she requested softly. "I mean, not that you would, but like...I don't want this to be other people's memory of her."

"Of course I won't," he assured her. "It's not my place. I didn't really know her."

"I don't think it's really my place, either," Annie noted with a little frown, reaching up to rub a hand across her forehead tiredly. "I mean, maybe it is. People should know. She had a lot of other friends here. But no one but us needs to know the -- details. Right?"

Abruptly she remembered that she had told Steven she'd say hi to Wanda for him, and everything suddenly felt very overwhelming. She could deal with all of that in time. Wanda wasn't going anywhere.

"Right," he said. "But you don't have to do anything right away. Just focus on yourself first, okay?"

"Okay." Annie could agree with that. "Then...that bath sounded nice. And maybe a snack? I'm not sure when I last ate, actually."

She could see to her immediate needs right now -- which also included another White Claw -- and then, after getting clean and eating and sleeping and probably incessantly touching her husband for reassurance through all of it...maybe then she could see about dealing with how all of this felt. (Or maybe she'd just not -- but that didn't seem like a great way to move forward, and the fact that she even had that impulse was a great reason to get in touch with a mental health professional, right there.)

"Bath," he said, reluctantly pulling away so he could stand. "And I will order you food while you're relaxing."

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