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Oneshot: Immortality (Emilia Maximoff - MCU)

I suddenly had a good idea so I decided to write this down. It's pretty short, but very emotional. I will do more oneshots in the future if it gets a lot of positive reactions!

This oneshot contains spoilers for: Avengers: Age of Ultron, Avengers: Infinity War, Avengers: Endgame, Wandavision and Dr. Strange and the Multiverse of Madness.

Trigger warning: mention of suicide, death, pregnancy and wounds.

I am immortal. I can't die. Nothing can kill me.

Many say it's a blessing. It's not. It's a curse.

Everyone dies and you don't.

First my parents. That was before HYDRA, so I wasn't immortal yet, but they still died. I saw it happen, so did Wanda and Pietro. I'm the oldest. I'm supposed to protect them.

Then Pietro. I didn't see it coming. I thought if we helped the Avengers, we'd be safe. But no. Ultron shot him. I still see his face when I close my eyes. I failed to protect him.

After that Thanos came. He didn't permanently kill anyone beside Vision, but seeing my only family disappear and having to live without them for five years... I wouldn't wish that upon my greatest enemy.

When everyone returned, I focused too much on Bucky, thinking Wanda needed time and space to process Vision's death. I didn't think she'd do... that to Westview.

I wasn't there when she died. No, I was too busy with my new life and Bucky. I was mad at Luna when she told me. I blamed her. She was there with Strange, why didn't they save her? then I realised I shouldn't be mad at her, I should be mad at myself. I failed to protect Wanda.

I'm scared to lose more people. It'll happen, I know.

I'm dreading the moment when I don't feel Bucky's warm hand on my back when I wake up. I'm dreading the moment when I don't feel his cool metal hand in my own. I'm dreading the moment when I don't see his smile when he brushes his hand against my baby bump. I'm dreading the moment when I don't see his eyes sparkle when I'm dancing to a song we both love.

I'm pregnant. One, selfish, side of me wants the child to be immortal aswell, so I have someone with me that I can't lose. Another doesn't want the child to carry the same burden as me and lose everyone they care about.

I wrote this as I sat on the edge of a building. I thought about jumping and joining Wanda and Pietro. I wouldn't, though. I wouldn't even feel the pain of the fall. My bones would mend and my wounds would heal. I would live.

I'm immortal. It's a curse.