The Cosmo Wolf: (Avengers x Male Reader)

Chapter 85: Me, Myself and I

Wanda began storming over to the damaged building, aiming to find Agatha as she was missing from her sight. All she could see were her boots, but as she crouched down, she noticed that the witch who wore them was gone.

Where was she? How did she even get away that easily? As Wanda swam through her thoughts, she could see a flicker in the reflection of the glass. A figure that descended in a ball of blue energy.

She turned around in confusion, withholding a gasp as she saw who the figure was. It was... (Y/N). Not the one she created... the real one. The left arm that had been cut off by Thanos (then rejuvenated temporarily) was replaced by a metal one. The right arm that had been burnt and damaged by the snap was replaced by metal, too.

Pieces of metal were in place around his cheeks and neck, giving him a very futuristic look as his eyes were their ice blue colour. He slowly approached her with an expression she couldn't read.

"(Y/N)?" Her body turned onto auto pilot, beginning to walk towards him. But... how? She stopped in front of him as he stood in place, looking down into her eyes. "Is it really you?" His hand floated out towards her neck, claws extending and sliding along her throat like in her memory.

"Wanda." His voice sounded slightly distorted, but she didn't notice at the time. Her hand was about to reach out to him as his claws moved further around her neck and his hand opened more.

Wanda's eyes widened as she was ripped off the ground and into the air, gasping for air as the cyborg squeezed her throat, slowly adding more and more pressure as she hit at his arm and flailed.

"And I heard you were formidable." He said emotionlessly. His grip began to constrict more and more, making Wanda believe that her throat was just seconds away from being crushed.

A sharp slash echoed out through the streets, and Wanda fell down to the ground with a thud. The metallic arm being torn into two and falling down to the ground. The fake was blasted away and through two houses as the true (Y/N) reeled back the sword he had manifested with his powers.

"Jesus Christ, bro. Can't I just be unique? Why is there three of me?" (Y/N) spun his weapon, firing an arc of energy through the houses to connect with the enemy. Wanda coughed violently as she tried to keep her stomach steady. She slowly looked up at the man, knowing that wasn't something her manifested (Y/N) would say.

"Who are you?" Wanda was steady and didn't call the name out as she had just been choked out by letting her guard down like that. She rose back onto her two feet and stared down the male in front of her.

"Wanda, what the fuck kind of question is that? I'm your great uncle, what do you think?" (Y/N) joked, looking down at her drained hand. He reached out a hand and snatched it before she could reel back. "Okay, how about we don't throw magic at the crazy bitch who just revealed to me I had a sister."

He was not happy about the whole situation with her literally creating children with a wannabe version of himself. The addition of rewatching his family die, along with seeing Wanda hurt like this wasn't helping either. All in all he was very much ready to stab some people.

"Is it... is it actually you?" Wanda whispered as she watched him close his eyes and keep a grip on her darkened hand. Blue veins of energy began to filter down his arm and into hers. Wanda felt a sudden rush of adrenaline as her hand began to brighten back to its normal peach colour. (Y/N) released her and looked back at the houses as he could see the outline of his little cyborg self walking back towards them. His metal arm could apparently regenerate, making their lives a lot harder.

Wanda surveyed her healed hand in confusion. "H-How did you..."

"She took some of your powers, draining your vitality. I gave you some of my power to fill in that empty space." (Y/N) told her, bouncing between each leg as he was about to go duel himself. "And I mean fill the empty space in your power, not the empty space in your sex life which I'm sure gained a massive gap when I was gon-"

Wanda's instincts kicked in and she kicked (Y/N) in the back of his calf for the remark. So it was him... (Y/N) faked a sniffle of pain as he saw the pissed off expression on Wanda's face. But it began to slowly soften into a look of happiness as she was filled with warmth at the sight her soulmate once more.

"Is now really a good time for you to abusing m-" (Y/N) was cut off as he was forced into blocking a wave of energy sent his way. He burst off the ground and planted his foot into his imposter's arms, pushing him back and through the ground.

(Y/N) blinked up onto a house, followed by his corrupt self who teleported after him, snagging him and bursting up into the air to engage in aerial combat.

"Three boyfriends at once. Lucky girl." Agatha floated above the original house, waiting for Wanda to notice her before teleporting further into town where Wanda could still see and follow her.

(Y/N) was very calm and cautious while fighting himself... quite a rare sight. He snapped a hand onto the fake's arm, blinking behind him and wrapping his own arm around his neck.

"What's your issue, man? Why are you fighting us?" (Y/N) asked in genuine confusion. This was literally him. What was the problem here.

"Hayward gave me the mission of executing Wanda Maximoff and (Y/N) (L/N)." The man broke out of (Y/N)'s hold, extending metallic claws on his fingers. "You must die." He swung his blades at (Y/N) who simply phased through the attack with a bright blue glow enveloping his body.

"Okay, buddy. This is all stacking up towards Hayward getting a very slow death." (Y/N) mumbled, slamming his foot into the other man's ribs and knocking him out of the sky. He put a hand over his eyes as if to help him see down at himself... then his senses flared to life.

"Oh, shit!" He spun around as a very pale looking Vision punched his blocking arms, knocking him down onto a nearby building. Why wouldn't they send out a reanimated Vision, too? Why not? Why not make his life even harder...

(Y/N) looked up to the air as Vision flew down at him, followed by cyborg self who burst towards him as well. What brilliant odds. As the two got closer, they were both shot away by two flashes of blue. (Y/N)'s head tilted to look behind him, seeing his hex self land next to him. Oh... okay, these odds were actually brilliant.

"Where've you been?"(Y/N) asked with a deep exhale.

"Traffic." Hex (Y/N) answered, watching the two enemies coming back at them. To say him and Darcy had hit so many red lights and roadblocks, it was a miracle he'd gotten there when he did.

"You take Vision. If you destroy that reactor in his head, it should shut him down." (Y/N) extended his claws and launched back up into the air at his imposter. Hex (Y/N) went after Vision, hitting him with strikes of energy and breaking off into his own little fight.

"Can't we just settle this over a pint?" (Y/N) slashed across his enemy's chest, stabbing into his torso and clawing at his ribs. "Give you 10 bucks to surrender to me now."

"Surrender is not in my nature." The enemy's response was as they punched him away with a small explosion of energy. That power was something that (Y/N) needed to reclaim. But for now he had to focus on actually defeating his opponent.