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I'm waiting inside my borrowed home, keeping a watchful eye on Wanda's. When I see a man leave her house, I can't help but wonder who he is and why he lives with her. I see this as the perfect opportunity to go bother her in hopes of gaining some information.

With my magic, I conjure a beautiful houseplant tied with a bow, the perfect housewarming gift a neighbor might offer. I smooth my clothes and walk over to house number 2800.

Three knocks announce my presence. Two more tell her I really want her to open the door. Another three, because it's taking too long. Five more, just for good measure. That's when Wanda finally opens the door, looking at me with no hint of recognition.

Even though it's what I expected, it still hurts. "Oh!" I say, taking a step inside even though she didn't invite me in. "Hello dear! I'm Agnes, your neighbor to the right. My right, not yours." The sentence I have been practicing.

She looks at me with a kind yet confusing smile. "Forgive me for not stopping by sooner to welcome you to the block. My mother-in-law was in town, so I wasn't." She always appreciated humor, so I hope this will encourage her to open up.

When she laughs at my joke, I know it works, and I press the plant into her arms. I'm clear on the role I want to play: Agnes, the nosy neighbor. I take a few steps into the living room. "So, what's your name? Where are you from? And most importantly: how's your bridge game, hun?"

We actually used to play this game together when she was younger. Normally, it would be too challenging for children, but Wanda was always extremely intelligent.

She closes the door and follows me inside. "I'm Wanda." she says, holding out her hand.

"Wanda… Charmed." I take her hand and give it a gentle shake.

When I see that she's not going to continue the conversation, I do. "Golly, you settled in fast!" I say, glancing around. "Did you use a moving company?"

Of course, I know she didn't, she probably did all of this by magic. Or maybe she created the house the same way I did 14 years ago, including the furniture and everything.

Wanda walks over to the table and sets the plant down. "I sure did. Those boxes don't move themselves." She lets out an awkward chuckle, and I laugh along with her, pretending not to notice it.

My mind drifts back to the man who left this house not long ago, so I decide to steer the conversation in that direction. "So, what's a single gal like you doing rattling around in this big house?"

I move towards the couch as Wanda replies. "Oh no, I'm not single." A wave of her hands accompanies her words.

"Oh, I don't see a ring?" She looks at her hand, as if she just realizes this now. I sit down on.

"Well, I assure you I'm married. To a man. A human one, and tall." She points her finger at me, and I immediately draw the conclusion that the man who left a while ago is anything but human.

 "As a matter of fact, he'll be home tonight for a special occasion. Just the two of us."

Good, good, this gives me something to work with. "Oh, is it somebody's birthday?"

 Confused, she shakes her head. "Not a birthday."

I pretend to think for a moment. "Well, today isn't a holiday, is it?"

She makes some waving motions with her hands, a gesture she always used when she was unsure about something. "No, it's not a holiday."

I push a little further. "An anniversary then?"

I can see in Wanda's eyes that she's going to go along with it. "Ye… yes!" Excited, she claps her hands together. "Yes! It's our anniversary!"

It's obvious that Wanda doesn't know what's so special about tonight but that an anniversary sounds good to her. Maybe it is, or maybe it's something completely different. Since she doesn't know, neither will I.

I give her an excited smile and hold my hands out to her, prompting her to join me on the sofa. "Oh, how marvelous! How many years?"

For a moment, she's at a loss for words, but she quickly recovers. "Well, it feels like we've always been together."

I nod with a serious expression. "Lucky gal. The only way Ralph would remember our anniversary is if there was a beer named June 2nd."

Wanda chuckles at my statement. Of course, I'm not married, never have been, and never will be. And even if I were, it definitely wouldn't be to a man. I chose the name Ralph because it belongs to the owner of the house I'm inhabiting. June 2nd seemed like a clever little Easter egg, as that's when the Salem witch trials began, which is where I come from.

"So, what do you have planned?" I ask, looking for a way to stay close to her. A neighbor offering help seems like a promising start.

"How do you mean?" Her voice is friendly yet uncertain. She isn't confused, she simply doesn't know how anniversaries are celebrated.

"For your special night! A young thing like you doesn't have to do much, but it's still fun to set the scene." Was I really telling my foster daughter with memory loss how to seduce her non-human husband? Dear God, what has my life become?

She blinks, clearly thinking about what I have just said.

"Say, I was just reading a crackerjack magazine article called 'How to Treat Your Husband to Keep Your Husband—'" I stand up and walk around the room. "—and let me tell you, what Ralph could really use is 'How to Goose Your Wife So You Don't Lose Your Wife.'" I laugh, and Wanda gives me an amused look. "Hang on, I'll go grab it, and we can start planning!"

I walk towards the door, ready to leave the house. "Oh, this is gonna be a gas!"

I enter the home I'm using and settle onto the sofa, with Señor Scratchy immediately joining me. Without thinking, I begin to pet him, and a content purr escapes his body.

"She might not be married, but it's clear she's in love." I whisper, talking to nobody. "But if she's so blissfully entwined with someone, why on earth would she create this hex where everything is picture-perfect...?"

I think for a while, and the only conclusion I can draw is that outside this magical prison, things aren't as perfect as they are in here. I know the world is doing fairly well at the moment, so that can't be the reason. Pietro's death must have been hard on her, but somehow, I don't see her creating all of this just because of that. There has to be more—more heartache, more pain. And realizing that fills me with sadness.

Okay, so yes, I wanted to harvest her powers for my own when she was a child, but I never wanted to see her unhappy. Especially after spending years with her as my foster daughter, I had started to love her. I never intended to, but I did.

And knowing that the ones you love have endured pain is never a comforting thought.

I sigh and give my familiar a gentle kiss on his head. It's time to create this so-called magazine and see what else we can uncover. Oh, and to spend time with her.

Because even though the circumstances aren't how I envisioned them when I hoped to find her again, I want to spend as much time together as possible. I want to know the woman she has grown into.

I'm sitting on Wanda's couch once more, the magazine in hand while she takes notes. "And you don't have a song? Nothing special you played at your wedding?"

She shakes her head dismissively. "No, nothing special."

I wave my hand casually. "Oh, I'll just loan you some records then."

She smiles and glances at her list, avoiding eye contact.

So, no wedding, not married. That's the conclusion I draw from her behavior. "So, we've got music covered, décor, wardrobe…" With each point, she nods. "Oh! What about seduction techniques?" I don't particularly like asking her about it, but it's what a nosy neighbor would do, so I have to.

I give her a playful smile to seem more believable. For a moment she stares in front of her, as if she's thinking about something. "Oh, I have those."

I chuckle but quickly realize that this is clearly a sensitive subject. "Of course you do." I shift my attention back to the magazine, but her voice draws me back to her.

"Just out of curiosity, what does it say?" I groan internally, she just has to ask.

"That you should stumble when you walk into a room so he can catch you." I put on an excited expression. "It's romantic." No, it's not. If someone tried that with me, I'd turn them into a toad.

 "Any other tricks?" She asks. Clearly, this doesn't do it for her and I'm glad she didn't sink that low.

"You could point out that the death rate of single men is twice that of married men?" The magazine doesn't say that, I do. I mean, that's funny, right?

"Now that's romantic." she replies with a smile, and I laugh along.

Just then, the phone rings, and she gets up to answer it. I take a sip from the glass of water she gave me, which I've magically turned into vodka. I mean, a girl needs her booze.

"Vision residence." I recognize that name. Vision is an android created by Tony Stark many years ago, but five years ago, he was killed by Thanos. He must be the guy she's in love with, but how is that possible when he's dead?

When the voice on the other end of the line says something, an honest smile spreads across her face. "Vision, sweetheart."

So I'm right; it is him she's in love with. I need to investigate this further when I'm alone.

 "Don't worry, dear. I have everything under control!" He must be asking about tonight.

A look of confusion crosses her features. "Nervous? Whatever for?" She listens to his reply, and then a blush creeps over her cheeks. "Vis, after all this time…"

Okay, so even though they're clearly not married, they've been together for a while. Good to know. I notice a concerned look appear on her face, and my heart clenches. I don't like seeing her like that.

"Well, it's just one night. There's no need to get dramatic." Is he seriously putting pressure on her right now when this is supposed to be a nice evening for her? I clench my teeth in frustration. Men.

She listens to his reply and then unknowingly shakes her boobs a bit... Urgh. "And I think the best course of action is to impress the husband." She looks at me for confirmation, and when she gives me a thumbs up, I return the gesture.

With an "Until tonight." she finishes the phone call. I get up from the couch, and when she looks at me questioningly, I say: "I think it's time for me to leave you to it, doll! Ralph is probably waiting for me to bring him a fresh supply of beer."

When she walks toward me and gives me a polite hug, I close my eyes. For a moment, it's as if she's 14 again, but that moment passes all too quickly.

"See you later then, Agnes!" I smile at her and leave the house.

I'm sitting on my bed, reading on a laptop that I have summoned with my magic. I refuse to be bound by this outdated 50s technology.

I'm looking up Vision's past and am quite surprised to read that he was Wanda's boyfriend before he died. Before I can delve any deeper, the phone rings, and for a moment, I just stare at it before realizing it could be Wanda. So I pick up. "Agnes speaking."

 "Agnes? It's Wanda, your neighbor."

"Oh hi there, doll! What can I do for you?" I reply in the energetic tone I use with her, pretending it's not strange that she has my number when I never gave it to her.

"So it turns out that tonight isn't our anniversary, but my husband's boss is coming over to have a conversation about him maybe getting a promotion. He is expecting a home cooked meal, but I've only got chocolate covered strawberries and I already ate most of them myself…"

I let out an amused laugh. "Don't worry dearie, neighbor Agnes is here for the rescue! I'll be there in 5!"

"Thank you Agnes! Oh, and please use the back door!"

I hang up and sigh. Not their anniversary, and since she didn't even know it herself, that means there is no anniversary.

Even though she's in love with Vision, something feels off. And I mean aside from the fact that he's supposed to be dead.

I get up and give Señor Scratchy a gentle pat before leaving my house and walking over to hers.

I stand in front of the back door, and with a wave of my hand, a bag of food appears, along with a cooking pot and a couple of smaller bags.

Before I can knock, Wanda opens the door, and I step inside with as much grace as I can muster. "Oh, Agnes! You're a lifesaver!"

"Oh, what kind of housewife would I be if I didn't have a gourmet meal for four just lying around?" It's a clear hint that I, in fact, don't, but she doesn't catch on.

It's evident that she's completely stressed out right now. I practically toss everything onto the island and laugh. She tries to grab the items, but she's quite clumsy.

"Well, not that Ralph ever wants to eat anything but baked beans, which explains a lot about his personal appeal, mind you." I'm curious how Wanda's powers react to stress, so with Vision's boss and wife sitting on the other side of the door, I drop the cooking pot. It clangs loudly as it hits the floor.

"Oh my!" I call out, but no magic appears. Damn, she has quite some control over it.

Vision's voice calls out from the living room: "But I'm sure she's absolutely fine in there!"

Wanda's eyes widen slightly, and I recognize this as one of the signs she's in stress. "Oh, thank you Agnes. I think I've got it covered from here." It's clear she wants me out of the house.

Her hands wrap around my waist in an attempt to guide me to the door, and I lean into the embrace. "Oh, are you sure, dear?"

 "Hmm." Is her reply.

"Many hands make light work. And many mouths make good gossip." It's something she told me when she was 16, explaining why she enjoyed volunteering at the homeless shelter. I found it utterly ridiculous, wasting her time like that. If you didn't want to be homeless, you needed to get your act together and seize control of your life.

 "You're so naughty!" She says, laughing and I join her. She doesn't get it.

As she pushes me toward the door, I veer off course and walk to the oven, trying to stall a little longer. "Oh, shall I just preheat the oven then, dear?"

She drags me away from it. "That won't be necessary."

With a turn, I'm facing the exit. It's clear she really wants me to leave. It shouldn't hurt, but it does. "Oh, all right then!"

Once more, I step away and see frustration flicker across Wanda's face. "Well, I know you're in a pinch, so this menu can be done in a snap." I snap my fingers for emphasis.

Another wave of annoyance crosses her face, but still, her powers remain under control, even though I just referenced the horrible thing Thanos had done.

I point toward a cluster of items lying on the island. "Lobster Thermidor with mini-minced meat turnovers to start." Wanda trots up to me and wraps her arms around my waist once more. "Chicken à la King with twice-cooked new potatoes for your second course—" I gesture toward another selection of ingredients as Wanda guides me around the island. "—and Steak Diane with mint jelly for your main." I clap my hands together in a there-you-go motion.

I turn around and point my finger at her, feigning surprise. "Oh! Do you set your own jellies, dear?"

I can see that Wanda is completely lost, so she settles for a simple "Yes!" in response.

"Good girl," I say, echoing the way I used to compliment her when she was younger.

As she leads me to the back door again, I point toward the island once more. "Recipe cards are on the counter there. Bon appétit!"

With an elegant hand motion, I finally leave the kitchen, and she closes the door behind me.

However, I'm sure she doesn't expect me to stick around and keep an eye on her through the window. A simple disguise spell is all it takes for me to stand there unnoticed.

Of course, this menu couldn't be prepared in a snap. She would barely have enough time to make one course, and her guests were already growing hungry. I chose this food on purpose, forcing her to use her magic to get it ready on time.

I watch as she stands in the middle of the kitchen, and with a wave of her hand, all the cabinets swing open, sending the items she needs flying out. It's not an impressive display of her magic, but it's interesting to see. If only she could harness that power with a bit more confidence, perhaps then she'd truly understand what it means to be a witch.

For the next two and a half minutes, nothing exciting happens—except for the lobsters flying out of the window.

I can see that things aren't going according to plan, so I decide to push it just a little further. I knock on her front door with a pineapple in hand, wearing a small cape I conjured to keep me warm. It clearly gives off witchy vibes, but as Wanda and Vision both open the door, she obviously doesn't catch the hint.

"Oh, you didn't open the back door!" I say, a hint of mischief in my voice. Yes, I can be a real bitch sometimes.

I present Wanda with the pineapple. "For you upside-down cake."

Wanda accepts the fruit and practically slams the door in my face. I glance at Vision with a surprised expression—fake, of course, but I'm a good actor. "Oh! Hi, I…"

Before I can finish my sentence, the door closes, and I can't help but chuckle. Wanda really likes being in control.

I put the disguise spell back in place and continue watching the chaotic events unfold. While the two humans have their backs turned to the witch, she conjures a complete dinner with just a snap of her fingers, and it floats in gracefully. Ah, so it can be done with a snap after all. A wicked smirk creeps across my lips.

The smirk transforms into a smile when I see it's an English breakfast. The twins used to have this playful debate when they were younger: she considered it a perfect option for dinner, while Pietro was convinced it should only be served at breakfast, hence the name.

It makes sense that, since she is in control of everything, she would opt for this.

All four of them take their seats at the table, and everything goes smoothly until Mrs. Hart starts asking questions. "So, where did you two move from? What brought you here? How long have you been married, and why don't you have children yet?" My ears perk up at these questions because I've been wondering some of the same things.

But Wanda and Vision just look at each other, completely lost. They don't know. While Mrs. Hart lets it slide, Mr. Hart demands answers. It's clear that this is making Wanda uncomfortable, and when the man suddenly starts choking, things get really interesting.

Wanda stares at him, completely in shock. Is she doing this with her powers due to the relentless stream of questions? If so, why doesn't she just end it? It certainly looks like she wants to.

A few seconds pass, and eventually, she gives Vision permission to save the man's life. His hand goes through the man's throat and retrieves a large seed of something. Weird.

I know that nothing he has eaten could host a seed that large, so it must have been placed there by magic.

I make a mental note of the fact that even though Wanda probably created this event, she clearly isn't capable of ending it on her own. Vision is the one who had to save the day.

Immediately, Mr. and Mrs. Hart act as if nothing has happened, and after exchanging a few words, the man shakes Vision's hand before leaving the house.

I decide it's time for me to go as well. I could gather more information if I stick around a little longer, but Wanda is clearly upset and in need of Vision's comfort. She deserves it, and I shouldn't be here when he offers it to her.

I leave their property and walk back to my own, lost in thought. This is more complicated than I initially anticipated.

To wait for a voice inside

To appear in sound formation

And when you think you see

Someone who looks like me

Be aware it's a grand illusion