A/N: Deadpool and Peter parker was a WIP far longer than Wanda but Wanda did some voodoo and VOOSH. There we go.

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It wasn't supposed to end this way. Skye thought she had plenty of time left. She still had yet to meet her soulmate. She wasn't supposed to die until she met her soulmate. They usually didn't. Usually was the keyword here.

Skye felt her body hit the pinnacle of her rise then dip into free falling. Wind surged past her as she fell head first towards the pavement. The moon seemed to fall with her, making strange shadows across the buildings. Would her half-kree blood work? She honestly didn't know how many floors she could fall before her blood found it impossible to recover.

So many things she could have done to stop it. Skye found that her only regret was that she didn't get to meet her soulmate. She had founded the Caterpillars, blew life to make it stand as a division of itself just not her soulmate.

The ground came rushing by and she struggled for breath, the fear of how death would feel hammered in her chest.

Then there were no more thoughts left. No memories. No dreams. No regrets. Just falling, falling, falling and silence.


The keening echoed in her mind, burning and clawing. There was a burst of agony in her legs, the blast of white-hot pain roaring through her body. Wanda's throat clenched, unable to manage a single breath. Staggering, she felt a large warm hand reach for her, steadying her. A fist of fear got caught in her lungs before she successfully pulled a shuddering breath into her screaming lungs.

"No no no no." Wanda palmed her forehead, ignoring the concerned questions of her teammates. She was somewhere here. She was dying. She had to find her.

Wanda pushed passed her hovering teammates away and into the surging course of people running from the fight.

"Wanda!" Stark gripped her arm, stilling her panicking motions. "Shield is handling it there. Leave it to them!"

Fighting to free her arm from his armoured hand, she drooped heavily. "I have to go. She's dying! I have to-" She brushed the frustrated tears away. "Please. I have to go and save her."

His faceplate left her impossible to scrutinize his expressions and his hesitation angered her. "Let me go Stark!"

She struggled fruitlessly, not wanting to resort to her powers on her teammates but not above using them if it helped to precipitate the process. "Clench up!" was the only warning she got and he banded his arm around her waist, shooting up into the way. "Where!?"

It was impossible to give him accurate directions, instead Wanda directed him when to turn and which way, her mind split between the focus of getting to her destination and the feeling of the woman. The fight between the rogue Inhumans and the Shield Black OPs was taking place right on one of few New York's tallest buildings but that was not where the feeling was. The keening had now tapered off to a deafening silence. Wanda feared she was far too late.

On the pavement, crumpled in a bloody mess was the sender. Her limbs broken. There was so much blood that it darkened the pavement.

"Damn. From that height…" She pushed the voice of Stark's rambling away, trembling hands reaching out to caress the cold, lifeless face. She wasn't supposed to die now. Not yet. Not until they met. Her eyes darkened like skies before a storm, pooling.

Not yet!

Wanda refused to accept that her soulmate had died before they could have met.

"Live!" She clenched her fist, feeling her powers course through her. The exhilarating feeling knocking her silly for a brief instant. Her hands were glowing, burning like the colour of the blood that seeped into the ground. Her hair was floating in the invisible wind that wrapped around the two of them.

"LIVE!" She said. She demanded the Earth to return her soulmate back to her. Her soul wept for the lost half, the Earth had promised her this and she will have it.

The skin on the nameless girl begun knitting together in a macabre manner. Blood flowing back into the body. Almost like time rewinding. Organs reforming, limbs straightening out and re-attaching itself to the bloodied stumps.

Wanda crouched there in mute wonder, clinging to the last fray of euphoric insanity, then it was gone and the girl's still body took a slow, deep breath. She clutched the girl. Holding her, murmuring relief into her dark hair.

"I think I was dead," the girl said. She looked at Wanda, eyes swimming with a melange of emotions. "I remember the pain, then the darkness."

"Yes and I brought you back."

She frowned. "Why or more importantly, how?"

"Have you heard of Scarlet Witch?"

The girl nodded. "She's the entity that personifies our Earth. The guardian of our dimension." Her eyes widened, taking in Wanda's appearance.

"Yes. I am she and I am your soulmate." She tugged her red gloves off, showing the tiny handwriting that went round her wrist. 'I think I was dead. I remember the pain, then the darkness.'

She gave Wanda a twitching smile, "I have Scarlet Witch as my soulmate, that is so amazing and terrifying."

"Okay Lovebirds." Stark wedged himself into the conversation in true Stark fashion. "We got rogue Inhumans to stop, a city to clean up and I'm starving! Shawarma after this? I love Shawarma." He then calls out into the comms. "Hey Capsicle. Looks like the Witch found her Soulmate. We're coming back and we're bringing the party to you."

"Stark. For the last time. A gaggle of people to shoot at is not a party!" Natasha yelled so loudly that even the girl could hear it.

She quirked a smirk at Wanda. "Is he always this noisy?"

"Unfortunately so."

"Cool. Name's Skye by the way. Quake if you want my code name."

Stark who had been mouthing off to Natasha, spun around. "Quake like The Quake? The Quake who went into a full Hydra base solo and destroyed it without getting a single scratch? Holy shit. Spy Barbie! I think we need to upgrade The Witch to the Destructive Combo! Her soulmate is The Quake! The Quake and The Witch are soulmates!"