Wanda and Isha walked through the eerily silent halls of the TVA, the oppressive stillness wrapping around them like a shroud. Time was paused, making their journey easier, but the weight of their pasts and their grief made each step feel heavy.
Wanda's eyes glazed over as she got lost in her memories. "I remember the final night within the Hex," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Holding Vision, feeling his warmth, knowing it was the last time. Our twins, so full of life and hope, just slipping away into nothingness. The pain was unbearable, like a knife twisting in my heart. It was like losing Pietro all over again, that same helplessness as I watched someone I love die and I could do nothing to stop it."
Isha walked beside her, her fingers absently fidgeting with a ring on her left hand, a token of a love that never came to be. "Loki and I," she said softly, her voice breaking, "we were so close to being married. I saw our future the day he died – our wedding, our children, a life full of joy and laughter. I saw it all so clearly. But then... those visions turned to ash. The day he died, it was as if my future was ripped away from me. And then my parents... the sight of them dying, it still haunts me. The happiness I saw turned into a nightmare."
Their steps echoed through the empty halls, a rhythmic reminder of their pain and their thoughts. The TVA seemed endless, a maze of corridors and rooms that held no solace, only a cold background to the memories of what they had lost.
They walked in silence for a long while, each immersed in their own thoughts and memories. Finally, they paused, turning to face each other. Isha's eyes were filled with a melancholic resolve. "Let's go get them back," she declared, her voice firm yet sorrowful.
Wanda nodded, her own grief mirrored in her eyes. "And if anyone tries to get in our way?"
A shared look of understanding passed between them, and then, without warning, they broke into a maniacal laughter. The sound was chilling, echoing through the stillness like a haunting melody. It was a laughter born of pain, desperation, and an unyielding determination.
Their laughter slowly faded, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. The atmosphere grew heavier, as if the very air around them was thick with the weight of their emotions. They turned and continued their journey, their expressions hardened by resolve.
As they walked deeper into the heart of the TVA, shadows seemed to lengthen and twist around them, whispering echoes of lost time and forgotten dreams. The air grew colder, and an unsettling feeling of being watched settled over them. Yet, they pressed on, driven by an unbreakable bond of their shared grief and their unrelenting desire to reclaim what was taken from them.
In the distance, the faint, distorted laughter still echoed, a reminder of their unyielding will and the darkness that now fueled their quest.
