A Love Like Magic 🔮 

I never expected much from blind dates. They always felt like an awkward game of expectations versus reality, a setup arranged by well-meaning friends who thought they knew exactly what I needed. But this time, it was different. This time, my friend set me up with Wanda Maximoff—yes, the Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch.

When I arrived at the café, I expected an intimidating presence, a superhero who could bend reality with a flick of her wrist. Instead, I found a woman in a cozy red sweater, stirring her coffee absentmindedly, lost in thought. Her emerald-green eyes caught mine as I approached, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.

“You must be the brave soul willing to have coffee with a witch,” she teased, offering a soft, playful smile.

From that very first moment, I realized something incredible—Wanda wasn’t just powerful. She was kind, thoughtful, and deeply human. Over the next hour, we talked about everything from Sokovia to sitcoms, her love for classic television shaping her sense of humor in ways that had me laughing effortlessly. She listened intently, asking about my life with genuine curiosity, making me feel as if I was the most interesting person in the world.

One date turned into two. Then three. Then weekends spent exploring bookstores, watching old movies, or cooking dinner together in her apartment. Wanda was a paradox—a force of nature yet incredibly gentle. When she spoke, her voice carried the weight of someone who had lost too much, yet she never let her past define her. She was learning to heal, to build something new, and somehow, I was lucky enough to be a part of that journey.

Of course, dating a superhero had its complications. There were nights when she had to leave abruptly, responding to calls from the Avengers. There were moments when I could see the shadows of her past creeping in, doubt and grief flickering in her expression. But Wanda never shut me out. She trusted me enough to share her pain, and in return, I made it clear that she wasn’t alone.

One evening, after a late-night walk through the city, Wanda pulled me aside, her fingers laced with mine. The glow of the streetlights made her eyes shimmer, but there was something nervous in her expression.

“I never expected to find this,” she admitted softly. “Not after everything. But you… you see me. Not Scarlet Witch, not the Avenger… just Wanda.”

- I squeezed her hand, feeling my heart pound - “That’s because you’re worth seeing.”

- She exhaled a quiet laugh, then took a step closer - “You’ve been patient. Kind. You don’t try to fix me, you just… stay.”

I barely had time to process her words before she cupped my face and kissed me—slow, warm, filled with something deeper than magic. When she pulled away, she looked at me with a hopeful, almost vulnerable expression.

“Would you be mine?” - she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. -

- I smiled, knowing there was only one answer - “I already am.”