( this takes place towards the end of doctor stranger multiverse of madness)

Ever since the Darhold revealed she had children in other universe's Wanda wanted to be with them, so she could be happy, now on her knees, her children in another universe had seen her as the monster she had become. Alone. Wanda was alone. That was fine. She was used to being alone. Until he came along. Loki. A very interesting Loki as well. She wanted him dead. She wanted him by her side. She wanted to say she's sorry. She wanted him to stop trying to reach out.

"You should know better than anyone how stubborn I am." Loki's whispered words reached her ears again. "You can't keep this up Wanda. I'm trying to help you. Please just tell me how to reach you." There was both sadness and determination in the echo, both right next to her and distant at the same time.

"I' was doing what was right." Wanda walked around the empty, misty void of her mind. It seemed like she's been there for millennia now. It always seems like millennia.

Loki appeared before her through the mist, still in his TCV uniform and jacket, his hair slightly longer than last she saw him.

"By killing their mother?" He stepped closer.

She was having none of it. She knew how this worked. He'll sway her to his side with sweet, honied words, get her to tell him how to find her, and once he does he will kill her. Stab her just like she did to him. Yet a part of her wanted to tell him, wanted to see him, the real him. To feel his touch again. How long has it actually been? She can't tell anymore. She never cared before, so why does she care now?

Another step closer. "That's far enough." She pointed her palm at him. He looked down at the red swirling energy in her palm, amused, then back at her. Another step, the tips of her fingers cut into his neck.

Wanda gasped and stepped back, watching as the blood trickled down Loki's neck.

"See? You won't hurt me." Loki stood in front of her, took her hands in his own and brought them to his lips, "And I would never hurt you. Never."

Her teeth clenched so hard she thought they would break. Her heart ached, her soul screamed to let him find her. So she would never be alone again.

"Wanda." Loki cupped her chin with his left hand, between his thumb and index finger, his touch so gentle, loving, burning, "Please. You can trust me." He bent his head toward hers, inching closer and closer.

She could push him away, yell at him, punch him. Instead she closed her eyes and welcomed the kiss. The kiss which never came. In the distance the words they will be loved echoed.