It's been a year since Pietro's funeral, a year since Wanda buried her brother, and almost the same time that you've been as couple. You knew, before you even saw her that morning, that today was going to be hard.

Anniversaries of the saddest days always are.

"Wanda?" you call, walking out of your shared bedroom. You don't see her in the kitchen, bathroom, or living room. You even checked the laundry room and closet for some strange reason. She wasn't anywhere.

If she isn't in the house, there's only one other place she would've gone: your apartment's community garden. She always goes there when she's sad.

You quickly throw on a jacket and head down the stairs to the community garden. It's the center of the apartment complex; everyone that lives here is welcome. It's like a miniature central park, filled with trees, flowers, and all kinds of small animals. It looks like an enchanted forest, and Wanda always looks like a Disney princess.

You see her sitting in the grass, meditating with her eyes closed, a silver and blue butterfly resting peacefully on her dark hair. You smile to yourself. Wanda always has a way of attracting animals to herself.

"Hey," you say softly, sitting down beside the Scarlet Witch.

She slowly opens her eyes, returning your small smile. "Hey."

You reach over for your girlfriend's hand. "You okay?"

She shrugs. "Not really."

You scoot closer to her, wrapping you arms around her small frame. You both lean back against the largest tree in the garden, allowing the sunlight to warm you up. "I'm here, butterfly," you tell her. "Whatever you need, I'm here."

She smiles contentedly at the nickname, nuzzling into your arms. "I know." She holds you back, leaning into you. "I love you."

"I love you, too."