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ginnsbaker · 9 months

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Bulletproof

Summary: You're the only Avenger who sleeps in a cell. | Series Masterlist

Word count: 2.9k+ | Tags: Mild Angst, Fluff, Sharing A Bed, Enemies to Lovers

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Requested by anon:

could i maybe request wanda x r where the whole team kinda mistreats them and wanda is especially bad. & r saving wanda on a mission, with this: wanda: “How'd you know you were bulletproof?" r: "I didn't. I just knew that you weren't."

Author's note: Thank you to the anon who requested this :) Not sure if this is exactly how you wanted it, but I had fun writing the battle (my first time!) Hope you don't mind I took some liberties ;) Takes place before Civil War.

“You don’t have to be so mean to them,” Natasha tells her.

Wanda's eyes narrow as she continues to fixate on you, her glare seemingly willing the daggers to find their mark. You can sense the energy of her powers tingling in the air, but she maintains control, stopping the daggers just short of their target.

“They need to know what they’re up against,” Wanda retorts, her accent slipping through in a rare moment. “If they’re going to be one of us, they have to prove themselves.”

Natasha moves to stand between you and Wanda, her body language calm but assertive. “They will, in time. But not like this.”

You can feel your heart pounding, but you refuse to let Wanda see any fear in your eyes. Your choice to leave your former life and join this team wasn't made lightly, and you won't be intimidated.

“I'm right here,” you say, stepping forward. “And I'm not going anywhere. If you want to test me, do it properly.”

Wanda smirks, and the daggers drop to the floor, clattering loudly in the silence. “Impressive,” she says, almost as an afterthought.

Steve Rogers, observing from the sidelines, steps in to defuse the situation. His authoritative presence commands respect, and his voice is steady and even. “That's enough for today. We're a team, and we need to start acting like one.”

He looks at you, his eyes filled with understanding but also a hint of caution. “However,” he continues, his tone shifting, “You'll still be sleeping in the cells.”

Your heart plummets, each word from Steve feeling like a blade to your chest. Being sent back to that room, devoid of windows, with only a tiny bed and a comforter too thin to ward off the chill, feels like a betrayal every time. You've spent nights there, shivering and reflecting on your decision to join this team, yet still, you find yourself confined.

“After several months of captivity, even cooking your dinner, you still don't trust me?” you ask, trying to keep the hurt out of your voice.

Steve's expression softens, but his resolve remains firm. “It's not about trust,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a weight of experience and pain. “We've been crossed so many times before, mostly by former HYDRA agents.”

Like you, he doesn’t need to say.

You understand the logic, but it doesn't make the reality any easier to swallow. The sense of being an outsider, the cold isolation of the cells—it wears on you.

Wanda, who had been silent up to this point, suddenly speaks up. “Maybe you should just leave then. If it's so unbearable, why stay?”

The room goes quiet.

A thousand retorts spring to your mind, but you swallow them down, unwilling to escalate the situation further. The temptation to throw back that it's rich coming from her, considering she's also a former footsoldier of HYDRA, is strong, but you bite your tongue.

You look at her, stunned by the bluntness of her suggestion, but also recognizing the challenge in her eyes.

Her words strike deeper than she may realize. Leaving isn't an option you've entertained, mainly because there's nowhere for you to go. No one left in your life to turn to. This makeshift “family” despite their reservation and distance, is all you have.

The days that follow are marked by a subtle but relentless isolation.

In the training room, Wanda's partnership becomes more aggressive than usual. Her powers lash out without warning, her critiques sharp and cutting. You hold your own, but the lack of camaraderie is palpable. Each comment she makes stings, and with every barb, you feel more and more alone.

At meal times, the rest of the Avengers seem to be in their own world, deep in conversation, sharing stories, laughing. You sit at the end of the table, your presence barely acknowledged, a shadow among them. Your attempts to join in are met with curt replies or indifference. You try to brush it off, believing that you should be used to rejection by now. But no matter how much you tell yourself that you're accustomed to it, that you've developed a thick skin, the pain is still there, raw and fresh.

Mission briefings are no better. Your opinions and insights are consistently overlooked. You contribute where you can, but your ideas are dismissed without consideration. You are a tool, a means to an end, not a part of the team. The realization gnaws at you, festering in the pit of your stomach.

Casual encounters with the team become equally disheartening. Tony passes you in the hallway without so much as a glance. Natasha avoids eye contact. Bruce mumbles something noncommittal when you try to engage him in conversation. Steve's assignments are devoid of the warmth or encouragement he shows to everyone else.

Your cell becomes a constant reminder of your status, metaphor for how the entire team treats you.

You’re both just a weapon and a first-aid kit at their disposal.

Wanda is relentless, her words sharp and her gaze cold. You have no idea why she treats you worse than any of them, why her manner towards you has turned so hostile. You don't understand why you get under her skin without even trying, why she seems to target you with a venom that feels deeply personal.

You were expecting that Wanda would be the one to understand what it feels like to be an outsider, given that you both share a common history as former HYDRA agents.

As the days turn into weeks, the isolation wears you down. The walls of your cell seem to close in, and a growing determination to prove yourself begins to take hold.

You'll show them all that you're more than just a disposable weapon.

But underlying that determination is a gnawing doubt, a fear that no matter what you do, it will never be enough to earn their respect, their trust, or their friendship. It's a lonely road, and for the first time, you begin to wonder if Wanda's earlier suggestion might hold some truth.

Perhaps it would be easier to leave.

It’s not like you know the extent of your abilities, but they bring you along the most dangerous missions for one thing:

Your healing ability.

On top of your martial arts training, you provide a sense of security to your teammates, knowing that you'll be there to heal them if they get hurt.

Now, you find yourself on one such mission, infiltrating a den of underground supers. These aren't ordinary criminals; they're mercenaries hired to carry out the dirty work of high-ranking government officials. It's a treacherous job, one filled with unknown risks, and you've been paired with Wanda for the operation.

As you and Wanda are attempting to escape, things take a turn for the worse. You find yourselves cornered in an alley, your escape route cut off by a group of armed thugs and a few individuals displaying unnerving superpowers.

Wanda takes on those with special abilities, her eyes glowing red as she unleashes her powers in a flurry of attacks. You, on the other hand, focus on the armed assailants, wielding two-handed pistols with expert precision. Bullets fly, and bodies fall as you both fight for your lives.

But in the midst of the chaos, you notice something that sends a chill down your spine. Snipers, perched on a nearby rooftop, taking aim at Wanda. Even with your healing abilities, you know that a precise shot to the head would be fatal.

“Wanda, get down!” you shout, but she's too engrossed in her battle to hear you. Your mind races, knowing that you have only seconds to act.

Without a second thought, you turn and run towards Wanda, your body moving on pure instinct. Bullets whiz by your ear, but you keep going, your focus solely on reaching her before it's too late.

You leap into the air, positioning yourself between Wanda and the snipers just as they pull the trigger.

You hear the distant release of the bullet, muted but deadly.

The world seems to slow down as you brace for the impact, only to feel the bullets bounce off your skin.

You land, unscathed, your mind reeling from the realization that you're bulletproof. But there's no time to dwell on it.

Wanda looks at you, her eyes wide with shock but also gratitude. “How did you–”

“No time!” you cut her off, urging her to keep fighting. “We have to get out of here!”

Wanda's eyes flare with a vivid scarlet as she zeroes in on the snipers in the vicinity. With a flourish of her hands, she uses her powers to locate each of their positions. A pulse of energy emanates from her fingertips, reaching out to the snipers' weapons, and within moments, the firearms disintegrate into dust, leaving the men defenseless.

Seeing an opening, you reach for Wanda's arm, your grip firm but not rough. There's no time to waste, and you start pulling her towards the exit, half running, half dragging her to safety. Her breath is warm on your neck, her body close to yours, as you weave through the maze of alleyways, your heart pounding in your chest.

Once you're at a safe distance, Wanda turns to you. “How'd you know you were bulletproof?”

“I didn't,” you admit, still in disbelief, and much to Wanda’s horror that you almost got yourself killed for her sake. “I just knew you weren't. And if those bullets got to you, I wouldn't be able to heal someone who's already dead.”

Wanda stares at you, her eyes searching your face as if she's trying to see something… deeper. Her lips part, like she wants to say something more, something that's just on the tip of her tongue but won't come out.

That's when you realize that you're still holding her arm, your bodies so close that you can feel her heartbeat. A flush of embarrassment washes over you as you become aware of the intimate proximity. Wanda clears her throat, a delicate, almost shy sound, and you immediately let go of her arm.

The silence that follows your sudden step back is heavy and awkward. You can't help but glance at the spot where your hand had been moments ago, still feeling the ghostly sensation of her arm beneath your fingers.

You look at Wanda, and she's looking back at you, her eyes wide and filled with something you can't quite name.

And then, without warning, Wanda starts to laugh.

It's a soft, bubbling sound at first, almost as if she's surprised by it herself. Her laughter grows, becoming louder and more contagious, and you can't help but stare at her, your mouth agape, wondering if she's lost her mind.

“What's so funny?” you finally manage to ask.

Wanda wipes a tear from her eye, still chuckling. “I was just thinking,” she says, her nose scrunching, something you haven’t seen on her and you find it quite… adorable. “You're like a shield now. As effective as Steve's vibranium one, maybe even more so.”

The absurdity of the statement causes you to finally join in her laugh, and your heart seems to flutter at the sound of Wanda's glee.

“I don't know about that,” you say, trying to sound modest but unable to keep the smile off your face. “Steve's shield has a bit more style.”

“Oh, I don't know,” Wanda teases, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “There's something quite stylish about being bulletproof. And practical too.”

Was that a compliment?

You shake your head, still smiling, your previous awkwardness forgotten. You're not only pleased at the first light banter you've shared with a teammate but also smiling at something else, something that stirs deep inside you and that you're not quite ready to confront.

Your crush on Wanda Maximoff.

The toll of the day's event is weighing down on you and Wanda, but like every mission, you're required to report the details of the mission–successful or not. Your muscles are sore, your mind is weary, but the mission was a success, and you can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Arriving back at the Avengers compound, you follow Wanda into the debriefing room where Steve is waiting. Wanda explains what happened, how you discovered your newfound ability, and saved her life. Her voice is filled with respect and something more, something warmer, as she recounts your bravery.

Steve's face lights up with pride. “You both did well today. I'm proud of how you handled yourselves out there.”

You exchange a glance with Wanda, waiting for something more, perhaps some acknowledgment of your change in status within the team, or even an upgrade to your sleeping quarters. But instead, Steve simply nods, his face turning serious. “Dismissed.”

Wanda's face falls, and you feel a sharp pang of disappointment. You start to retreat towards your cell, the cold, windowless room that's been your home for months, but Wanda's voice stops you in your tracks.

“Wait a minute, Steve,” she protests. “After all that's happened, after all Y/N has done for us, don't you think it's time for a change? A real room, perhaps?”

Steve looks between you and Wanda. You hold your breath, hoping for a reprieve from the isolation you've been feeling.

Finally, Steve sighs, his face softening. “Wanda, if it were up to me, Y/N would have their own room already. But it's not that simple,” he explains, his voice strained. “I still need to place an official request with Tony. He's the one who approves these things.”

You can hear the frustration in Steve's voice, and you realize that he's fighting for you, in his own way.

“Fine,” Wanda says, crossing her arms. “But this needs to be done quickly, Steve. It's not right.”

“I agree. I'll talk to Tony first thing tomorrow.”

As you turn to leave and retreat back to your cell, Wanda's hand on your arm stops you, and you look back at her, surprised by the action.

“Come with me,” she says. Without another word, she leads you towards her quarters.

Your heart quickens at her words, and you follow her, trying to process what's happening.

Is she really inviting you to stay in her room?

Once inside her quarters, the reality of the situation sinks in, and a nervous tension takes hold. Her room is filled with personal touches–little trinkets, photographs, her clothes all over the place–that provide glimpses into a life you've only seen from a distance. You feel like an intruder, momentarily paralyzed as you take in the intimacy of her space.

Wanda seems to pick up on your hesitation, her eyes narrowing as she studies you. A smirk plays on her lips as she teases, “Don't look so terrified. I won't bite.”

You chuckle at her remark. “Well, that's a relief.”

Wanda's eyes sparkle with amusement, and she moves further into the room, gesturing for you to follow. “Make yourself at home,” she says. She then goes to the closet and begins to pull out a spare pillow and blanket. “You'll be staying here with me until we sort out a room for you,” she says.

“Thanks, Wanda,” you say softly.

Without further comment, you move to make your bed on the floor, your movements deliberate and slow as you try to give her space and respect her privacy.

“What are you doing?” Wanda asks, her eyes widening as she realizes your intention.

“I'm just getting ready to sleep,” you explain, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I'm quite tired.”

“No, what are you doing on the floor?” she clarifies, a hint of disbelief in her voice. “You're sharing the bed with me.”

“I wouldn't want to impose,” you say, though the offer is tempting.

“You're not imposing,” Wanda assures you, her eyes sincere. “You've earned a proper bed, and I trust you.”

The word 'trust' hits you like a wave, and you feel tears pricking at the back of your eyes.

Blinking them back, your voice cracks a little as you reply, “Thank you, Wanda. That means more to me than you know.”

“Good night, Y/N,” Wanda whispers, turning on her side to face you.

“Good night, Wanda,” you say, just as softly.

You both settle on the bed, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda uses her powers to switch off the light.

The softness of Wanda's bed is worlds away from the harsh, unforgiving mattress in your cell. You find yourself sinking into the plush comfort, every muscle in your body releasing the tension from the dangerous mission earlier. The scent of Wanda on the pillows only adds to the incomparable comfort they provide. The difference is staggering, and it contributes to you falling asleep much more quickly than you have in a long time.

In the middle of the night, you're stirred awake by the feeling of Wanda rolling closer to you. Her arm finds its way over your stomach, and her soft snores fill the room. Being ever alert, the small action wakes you, but as soon as you realize it's just Wanda, a smile forms on your face.

You lie there for a moment, taking in the warmth and the gentle pressure of her hand. A soft blush creeps up your cheeks as you place your hand over hers to keep it there.

You've become more than just teammates.

You've become friends.

And maybe, just maybe, something more.

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tomriddleslovergirl · 19 days

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Marvel characters x oblivious!reader

Steve Rogers:

Steve and you had been getting to know each other for the past few months and were becoming good friends. Although, Steve had begun to get feelings for you that were not so friendly. He wanted more out of your guys' relationship.

He'd never been good with flirting, but decided to at least try in doing so incase he scared you off or made you uncomfortable by being too upfront.

So, while on a walk with you one winter day, Steve decided to make his move.

"Y'know, Buck once told me pretty girls always have cold hands." The cold didn't bother Steve because he was a Super-Soldier, but he assumed that it would cause some discomfort for a normal human.

You look down at your hands.

"Huh. Mine are always warm." But either way, you shoved your hands in your jacket pocket, not noticing that Steve had put out his hand for you to hold.

Peter Parker

Peter and you had been going out for a little while now, and every time he'd try to flirt with you, you'd be oblivious. So after building up some confidence (with the help of Ned), he asked you. "Can I have a kiss?"

You look at Peter in shock, wondering how he knew you had a bag of kiss in your bag. You rummage through it and hand him one.

"Here," You say, handing the small chocolate to him.

Ned held in a laugh.

"Th-thanks?" Peter said, his voice cracking with confusion and embarrassment at being rejected - even if it was done obliviously by you.

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda had tried flirting with you before and you would never quite get the hint. She had assumed there was something wrong with the way she tried to make romantic advances with you and went to the Natasha to get some pointers.

Later on, Wanda decided to use some of Nat's tips.

Wanda asked you if you wanted to bake cookies with her and invited you into the Avengers Tower kitchen.

While you both were baking and talking, Wanda would try to make her laughs sound breathy when you made a joke or would compliment you from time to time.

When she noticed you were having trouble icing one of the cookies, she stood behind you, and gently wrapped one of her hands around your hand that was holding the piping bag while you held onto the cookie.

"Here," she whispered, her hot breath hitting your ear as she helped you ice your cookie.

After Wanda was done, she placed the icing bag on the counter and looked at you, trying to see if her flirting had done the trick. But you don't notice anything out of the ordinary.

"Thanks, Wanda," you say, thinking she was just trying to be helpful.

You went to grab another cookie to ice, when she suddenly grabbed your chin. "You have something on your face," she says.

You look up at her in surprise as she swipes her thumb against your cheek. She brings her thumb to her mouth before licking the icing off.

You look up at Wanda, your brows furrowed. "That's disgusting, Wanda."

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squippy360 · 2 years

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Masterlist

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creative-caramel-coffee · 8 months

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The Bear ch 4

Pairings: Wanda x R || avengers (platonic) x R

Word count: 3.8K

TW: flashback, torture, themes of death, panic attack, concussion, nonverbalism, brain washing, mind control, trauma, abuse, violence, needles, restrains, bruises, injuries, guns, medical malpractice, human experimenting, tears, insanity (implied), headache, (damn thats a lot of warnings.)

Summary: You join your uncle tony in the avengers, it wasn’t your original plan but you never planned for your powers either so here you are. Now your at the avengers tower and falling for the girl of your dreams. With a haunting past and interesting abilities can you navigate your way through the challenges of being a hero? After a mission gone wrong and a cruel twist of fate the team starts digging for answers. Can tony keep them from finding out the truth?

A/n sorry this took so long to publish I might have broken one of my fingers im getting an X-ray in three days. Also the sign language I describe is auslan (Australian) sign language so … yeah. Also im not great at it so it might be wrong sorry.

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7

When your mind awoke the dull headache still sat behind your eyes which you had kept shut. You wiggle slightly and Wanda knows your awake.

“Hello sweet girl. How are you feeling” she asked rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone. You were in her lap and quite comfortable. You let out a content hum and Wanda chuckled slightly. The vibrations of her chest were soothing on your head as you had your face nestled into her chest.

“Baby?”

“Mm?”

“If your feeling good enough natty and i wanna ask you something my love.” Wanda asked taking note of your muscles as they stiffened. You knew this was coming, they wanted to know why you had frozen on the mission. You fought back the emotions that bubbled in your chest and nodded.

“You want to know why i froze.” You said in a small voice. Wanda wiped the baby hairs from your eyes and looked down at you softly. Nat laid a comforting hand on your thigh and you almost had forgotten she was in the room. Wanda and nat were sat against the headboard on your bed and you were curled in Wanda’s lap.

She began to run her hands through your hair and you let out a content sigh.

“Baby we just want to know so we can help you and keep you safe.” She said softly and nat nodded her agreement.

“Alright, but i-i c-cant t-talk about it.” You stuttered clearing your throat at annoyance at the nervous habit.

“Baby thats ok, can i look and show natty then?” She asked your consent and rubbed her thumb over your cheek again with her hand cupping your face. You suddenly felt small and nodded, words becoming too hard for you.

“Ok if you need me to stop or it gets too much at all i need you to tap twice on my thigh baby girl. Can you do that for me now so i know you can do it?” She asked still speaking softly. You used two fingers and tapped twice on her thigh. She smiled down at you. “Perfect baby your doing so well. Let me know when your ready ok my love?” She asked and you drew a shaky breathe and looked into her eyes and nodded your consent.

“Words baby. I need to hear you say its ok.” She said. You looked slightly stressed and signed ‘no talk’ with your hands. Bringing your middle and pointer finger to your thumb to say no and then bringing your finger to your mouth and drawing circles to say talk. Wanda understood and began storing your hair.

“Ok baby no talking. Are you nonverbal baby?” She asked and you nodded and sniffled slightly. She cooed and asked you once more if you were ready. When you signed yes she hummed and began to project from your mind to her own and Natashas.

As she sifted through your memories her brow furrowed. They were fragmented and many were repressed, the trauma distorting the images. She saw many things. A damp cold cell with white chalk drawing of tony and the outside world covering the walls. The drawings were magical and intricate. She saw a small room with nothing in it but a chair, a man and a tray of what looked like torture instruments. She saw the lights of hospital but it was unlike anything private or government, more like a run down covert facility. She saw the man from the mission standing over you as you writhed in the restraints that kept you strapped to a table. He held a long needle filled with black liquid. She saw you standing over a man, a bear skull mask on your face and a black suit on you body. You had a gun pressed to his temple and sick grin on your face. She knew that suit. That grin. That gun. She recognised the cold sadistic chuckle as you drew the trigger. The crack of a bullet firing ricocheted throughout the ally and she watched the body fall limp on the floor with a sickening thud. But despite the cruelty of then action she saw the lacquer in your eyes. The gloss that told her you weren’t in control. She saw the light in your eyes flickering as you fought for control. She watched as the scene changed again and you were laid beaten on the floor of a cell cradling a bruised abdomen as you wore nothing but a ruined and bloody rag. She saw a man, the man from the mission again land hit after hit across your already broken and bruised body.

She watched you be broken and bled in every way possible before you were thrown back into your cell. She saw the kind scientist sneak you chalk that you covered the walls with. She watched you cry alone and broken. But the last thing she saw, was the logo of hydra printed on the door of your cell. The red ink bleeding down the walls.

She found nothing else. Careful not to damage your mind further she withdrew her controls. Looking down at you in her arms she pulled you tighter to her despite the shock. Your body shook with sobs as you wailed slightly still not speaking. In a surprising display of strength you pushed yourself away from her chest and sprung from the bed. Natasha looked dazed as you curled into a ball in the corner. Shielding your head with your forearms and rocking back and forth. The sound of your broken cries permeated the room and broke Wanda’s heart. She slowly came over to you seeing the panic in your eyes as she tried to stop the flashback. She pulled you into her arms and rocked you slowly as you sobbed. Slowly the sobs slowed as your hand gripped her shirt in fists.

As you began to recognise who was around you and where you were Wanda held you tighter.

“Baby we understand you weren’t in control. That wasn’t you. I remember fighting you but i know it wasn’t you. You couldn’t ever be that cold.” You howled and Wanda squeezed you again.

“Baby we love you the same as always and now we know just how strong you are and we love you even more.”

You sniffled and began to move your hands as you began to sign that you wanted to explain.

Wanda placed her hand over yours. “Baby you don’t have to do that just now.”

You signed back ‘I want to or i know i never will be able to.’

Wanda hesitated but nodded. Carefully she stood with you in her arms and walked back to the bed where nat sat and offered you a smile. You knew she didn’t care about your past the same you didn’t care about hers. Wanda held you as you explained. Hydra took you in the early days of tony being Ironman. You, behind the spotlight helped on missions and when you were captured one day things changed. They tortured you amongst other things and brain washed you to do their bidding. When tony rescued you he hid you away when he saved you from hydra and you and him faked your death. When you told him two months ago your powers returned after hydra suppressed them and made sure only you could use them when told, he panicked and made you come to the compound. The drugs they gave you to control your powers finally wearing off. You had always loved your powers, they made you feel safe and you quickly regained full control but the damage hydra did made some of them dissapper. Tony wants to keep an eye on you to make sure your ok if they come back also. But now hydra knows your alive and your powers are back and stronger, and they have almost certainly ordered a hit on you.

Wanda sat back and sighed running her hands through her hair as she took it all in. She was quick to comfort you as you took her silence as a bad sign. Tears formed in your eyes. And your loud thoughts told Wanda you thought she was mad. You began to struggle in her lap. She quickly pulled you into her chest again and shushed you reassuring you everything would be ok.

After all the stress and crying your head felt even worse and the familiar nausea returned. You thrashed in Wanda’s arms who pulled you from her neck to look into your eyes. They looked frantic and you quickly signed the word for throw up. Nat was quick to understand and grabbed another sick-bag. She had half expected this to happen after the stress this had put on you and the pain of crying that hard with a concussion.

She carefully placed it under your chin and you put your hands over hers as they shook. Wanda rubbed circles between your shoulder blades. You hunched over your hands clinging to Nat’s wrists for dear life she she held the sick-bag for you.

“Its ok baby. Let it out. We’re here. Don’t hold it back bubs.” Wanda said seeings you gagging and struggling to keep it down. Tears formed in your eyes before you ducked your head lowered towards the sick bag. The sound of you throwing up filled the room as all the food you had eaten in the past few hours was violently expelled.

“Shh sh sh your doing so good for us Detka. So so good baby girl.” Wanda said.

“It’ll be ok y/n/n its alright love.” Nat said. When you stopped gaging nat went to take away the sick-bag but your grip on her wrist tightened and you shook your head slowly.

“Going to go again?” Nat asked raising a brow and her question was answered as you threw up a second round. When you stopped you pushed her hands away and nat nodded to Wanda who pulled you into her as nat went to dispose of the sick and grab some more mouthwash for your sensitive tastebuds. You sniffled and buried your face in her neck.

“Aww bubs your ok. Your ok now love.” Wanda soothed. After a bit your sniffles died down and you simply laid curled in her arms. Nat returned and you rinsed out your mouth and then began to drift off to sleep.

“Its ok baby you can close your eyes. You must be exhausted after all that my sweet.” Wanda said and you nodded and curled into her chest. After a little your soft snores sounded throughout the room.

When you woke up the room was dimly lit still but the headache was lesser. You signed to Wanda you wanted a snack and you were hungry. She stood getting ready to leave but you signed that you wanted to come with. Nat who had been watching the conversation over the top of her book frowned. After a series of quick hand movements from you you made it clear that you were coming with. Nat stood pulling some sunglasses out of a drawer.

“If you come with you wear these. You don’t need to loose the progress you have made in recovering.” Nat said and you pouted but let her slip them onto your face regardless. After a second you blinked and then turned grabbing nat and Wanda’s hands before dragging them out of the room.

Nat snagged a sick-bag on the way not knowing how your stomach would react to the lurch of the lift. You raised a brow but didn’t comment. After a successful trip down to the kitchen you realised it was mostly empty. Clint stood by the toaster making bagels with cream cheese and looked up smiling at you when you walked in. Nat waved and went over to talk to him. But he frowned and nat paused. Looking sheepish he signed to nat he broke his hearing aids while training and nat laughed. Quickly signing back she told him it was ok and she would tell fury to send more. Clint looked up from his conversation and noticed you signing to Wanda about what you wanted to eat. He frowned.

‘I didn’t know she knew sign language.’ He signed. Nat froze and Wanda swooped in.

‘She’s got a sore throat so she’s resting her voice’ Wanda said and you smiled shyly. Clint smiled, happy he had someone else he could sign with. The toaster dinged loudly and you flinched still slightly on edge from earlier. Wanda took you hand rubbing her thumb over you knuckles to smooth you.

You sighed softly and gave her a look of thanks.

‘Are you alright y/n?’ Clint signed not missing the way you had flinched.

‘Yeah toaster startled me’ you signed back and Clint nodded in understanding. He shot a questioning look to nat who shook her head and indicated he should just drop it. He nodded and pulled out his bagels which nat pointed too seeing he couldn’t hear the ding.

“Wanda once you got y/n/n’s snack head back up to the room and I’ll join you a bit later. I need to call fury to get more of Clint’s hearing aids sent to the compound. Clint signed thanks after reading her lips and nat waved him off. He wouldn’t be able to make the call himself because he couldn’t really talk right now.

Earlier you, nat and Wanda had decided on how to tell the team about your issues but decided to start small. Clint would be the first one to tell he would understand the best. But you hadn’t had the courage to tell him yet.

Wanda and you headed back to the room and after around a half hour of relaxing and listening to Wanda read to you you had been dozing lightly when Jarvis startled you into fully being awake.

“Director fury is asking for everyone to meet him in the conference room.”

The AI said.

“Alright tell him we are on our way.” Wanda said slipping the sunglasses back on your face rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone as you basked in her touch. She grabbed you hand and softly pulled you from the bed.

Fury was waiting in the meeting room. Nat and the rest were already there and Wanda pulled you into a chair next to her and Natasha.

“Nice of you to join us Maximoff and L/n” fury said and you made yourself smaller in your seat as the team looked at you.

“Alright getting straight to the point.” Fury said. “Operative has confirmed that hydra has put out a hit on y/n.” Wanda, Natasha, tony and you tensed but stayed quiet. “L/n will need to be accompanied by another member of the team at all times and is not to leave the compound unattended.” Fury said and you groaned quietly. Whenever similar things had happened in the past it had made you feel trapped. And as you explained to Wanda and nat earlier that often led to you disappearing for a couple hours to be alone. “This is not up for discussion L/n.” Fury said when he heard you groan. You slouched but didn’t protest not wanting to talk still or make a scene by using sign language in front of the team who still didn’t know.

“Everyone else you are to be going to this hydra base here” fury tapped a spot on the map behind him that was being projected on the screen. “This meeting will brief you all on what will happen and i trust tony to brief the rest of you with more details on y/n later.” Tony, Wanda and nat stiffened knowing the truth about you. “Only a handful of you will be staying behind. Clint seeings you can’t hear right now which would make using coms a nightmare.” Clint frowned crossing his arms and sounding in. The chair but knowing fury was right. “Y/n for obvious reasons and a concussion. Bruce will stay here in case y/n requires medical attention and Wanda and nat seeings you have taken a liking to young ms L/n will stay behind to protect her. The rest of you will be going to the base. You leave in three days. Tony you have three days to tell the team about y/n or I will be. Alright now lets get into the details of what’s happening on the mission. L/n, Barton, Maximoff and Romanoff you all stay for this as well, you might be needed as backup at any point so stay focused here.” You deflated in your chair, feeling yourself getting overstimulated. It was a mix of the constant flow of information and the fact your concussion was making everything around you seem ten times louder than it was. Nat was taking note on your left and Wanda sat doing the same on your right. Even though they wouldn’t be going on the mission they wanted to stay informed.

You drummed your fingers on your thigh and fidgeted softly trying to lay attention. You felt the headache begging to worsen and you winced, luckily hidden by the sunglasses. After another five minutes you were struggling even more. Even through the sunglasses the light was hurting your eyes slightly and the noises had blurred together to create an endless stream of overstimulating pain. You couldn’t tell nat or Wanda because you couldn’t sign in front of the team. Quietly you took a pen from the cup of them in the centre of the table. Uncapping the black biro and starting to draw up and down your arms. You drew and octopus to start and were putting the details on the tentacles when you felt a hand on yours. Looking up you see nat offering you her notepad. She slides it to you across the table indicating to draw on it instead. With slightly shaky hands you take it. Nat frowns seeing your tremor. You glanced around before moving your hands below the table and signed “what about your notes?” And she points to Wanda who is talking notes as well and she gives a finger wiggling wave with a cheeky grin. You chuckle and when you realise the room us quiet you see Steve glaring at you.

“Y/n? Are you even paying attention.” You swallow nervously.

“Yeah thats what I thought. Please listen this is important or we will have to. Bench you on the next mission.”

when nat saw the tears collecting in your eyes she stood up for you knowing it was too much and you couldn’t talk or leave. You felt trapped. Steve was still lecturing oblivious to you going a deep shade of red from the teams eyes on you.

“Alright thats enough Steve you made your point now get back to it.” Natasha said sounding very annoyed. Steve paused taking note of the authority in Nat’s voice and swallowed before returning to the briefing as fury had left to deal with more important matters. Wanda’s eyes lingered on you for a second before meeting Nat’s as they silently and possible mentally conversed thanks to Wanda’s powers. You were a little annoyed because you knew they would be talking about you. You huffed and fixed your gaze on the screen trying to get your buzzing brain to pay attention to the details. After what felt like hours Steve dismissed the team and you made a beeline for the door. Quickly retreating to your room and despite the silence, slipping on your noise cancelling headphones and starting to draw in your sketchbook. You were chewing on your pinky finger absentmindedly as your pen flew across the page when two short raps came on the door. Wanda and nat wanted to make sure you were ok. They knew something was up. Of course with the headphones on you didn’t hear them. Only realising when then door cracked open spilling light into the dimly lit room. Wandas head peeked in cautiously and you gave a small apologetic smile and signed for her to come in, looking sheepish. She smiled wildly and pushed the door open the rest of the way as her and nat entered. Shutting it after them, the room returned to its previously dimly lit level of light but the two girls didn’t seem to care. Nat eyed your sketchbook complementing your art before Wanda pulled you into her arms.

You buried your face in her neck and drew in a heavy breathe pf her calming scent.

“Baby girl was that meeting a bit much for you?” Wanda asked softly and felt you nod into her neck.

“Im sorry my love. The reason we didn’t come find you straight away is natty here chewed out Steve for calling you out like that in front of the team.” She heard you sniffle into her chest and felt small sobs wrack your form.

“Aww sweets don’t cry we’re here now.” Wanda said and you pulled away still straddling her with her hands on your hips. You signed ‘too much’ and nat carefully slipped the noise canceling headphones back over your ears. You sighed and Wanda pulled you into her again and drew circles on your back with the palm of her hand. It soothed you like the presence of the two women. After a bit you fell asleep and Wanda quietly talked to nat about telling the team. They would find out sooner or later and right now them not knowing was making things harder on you. Stressing to keep it secret was taking its toll on you. Nat knew the team the longest and knew they would be fine with it. Helpful even.

When you next woke they posed the idea and tired and sad you agreed. Pointing at them and signing that they would tell the team for you. Nat chuckled. “Sure thing kiddo whatever you want squirt.” She said ruffling you hair with a smile you batted her hand away grinning and poked your tongue out at her.With mock offence she placed a hand over her chest and gasped. Wanda rolled her eyes at your antics.

“Honestly you two are such children.”

“Yeah but you love us.” Nat said and Wanda sighed.

“I do. I love you both very much” she said peppering your face with kisses as you giggled slightly the sound warming Wanda’s heart.

“Right we have a meeting to call.” Nat said standing up.

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I Love You In Every Universe Part 2 | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: One year after she dreamwalked into a different universe, Wanda finds herself wanting to make amends for her sins.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of PTSD, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 4K

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A/N: This is part 2 of a request from @joewatt111 on Wattpad. I changed the prompt a little bit to fit the story arc, but I hope you enjoy this sequel!

“Wanda, I’ve told you a million times. What part of I’m not giving you the Darkhold so you can dreamwalk again don’t you understand?” Agatha pinched the bridge of her nose, completely exasperated. They’d had this conversation so many times before, but Wanda wouldn’t give it up.

“But I’m not going to do anything wrong! I just want to go and apologize to Y/N and the other me for what I did.”

“Sweetheart, you already apologized to him. And must I remind you that if you dreamwalk you’ll be taking over her body again. What, do you want to keep up this endless cycle of apologizing and going back and apologizing again for taking over her body yet again?!” It was the same conversation every single day.

Wanda slumped back into her chair, her small frame sinking into its overstuffed cushions. Her eyes darted to her lap where she fiddled with the rings that adorned her fingers. Even though it had been such a long time since the incident, the guilt still gnawed at her. It worsened once she started dreaming about her multiversal counterpart. She watched every night as the other Wanda and Y/N lived out their suburban dreams with their young son. They had everything she wanted: a home, a loving family, a normal life. Yet here she was, completely alone and struggling to piece her shattered life back together.

“Isn’t there anything I can do?” she begged. The corners of her eyes filled with tears as she thought of the woman she’d terrorized on the other side of the universe.

“Wanda-” “Please.” Her voice cracked as she choked back a sob. “Please, Agatha. I just need to tell her I’m sorry.” Agatha sighed. Many nights Wanda collapsed onto Agatha’s lap, a sobbing mess. She held the young witch as sobs wracked her body. Wanda was in excruciating pain. It constantly tore at her soul, ripping it into smaller and smaller pieces as she felt herself crumble under the weight of it all. Agatha was patient with her, constantly reassuring her that in time it would become an easier burden to bear. Yet she knew that Wanda would always carry those scars with her. She didn’t have the heart to tell her that. But there was one thing that might be able to help her.

“Look. There’s something that might be able to help you. Well, it’s more of a someone than a something,” Agatha finally relented. She’d been sitting on this one possible solution for months now, not wanting Wanda to push herself too fast and end up in another obsessive state.

Wanda’s ears perked up at Agatha’s admission. She looked at her mentor, a desperate look in her eye. “Tell me,” she pleaded. For months she’d been searching for a way to return to the universe she dreamwalked into. Agatha made her swear off the Darkhold when she started their lessons, citing the fact she almost destroyed her multiversal self’s house and husband. This took dreamwalking off the table for her. So she spent hours poring over spellbooks, searching for everything and anything that would allow her to traverse between universes to no avail.

“There’s a girl. She has the ability to travel the multiverse. I’ve never met her, but I’ve heard whisperings of a teenager with such extraordinary powers amongst other witches,” Agatha admitted.

“What’s her name?” Wanda asked.

“America. America Chavez. She spends her time jumping from universe to universe. She doesn’t like to linger in one place too long from what I’ve heard.” Agatha reached in front of her to pick up her mug of tea from the coffee table. She took a long sip, wrapping her hands around it to take in its warmth. “America’s the best chance you’ve got at getting back there.”

Wanda’s mind raced as she pondered endless possibilities. If she got ahold of this girl, she could go back and make things right. The biggest challenge would be finding her. If she could travel the multiverse, who knows where she might be at any given time? Wanda would have to find a way to lure America into this universe in order to get what she wanted. She didn’t even know where to start.

“Earth to Wanda: you still with me?” Agatha waved her hand in front of Wanda’s face. Wanda blinked harshly as she jolted herself back to reality. She sat up straight in the chair, glancing off to the side as she continued to mindlessly fidget with her rings.

“Where is she? How do I find her?” Agatha shrugged. “Beats me, kiddo. I’ve never met her. I’m just telling you what I’ve heard.”

“Great. Why tell me if you can’t help me?” Wanda stood up, taking a moment to glare at Agatha before she stormed out of the room. Agatha started to call out to her but Wanda ignored her. As she stomped into her bedroom, slamming the door shut with her magic, she began pulling spell book after spell book from the shelf. One of them had to have the answer. Wanda flipped through page after page, searching desperately for any answer. Yet the more time she spent in her books, the louder the whispers of the Darkhold became. So in the dark of night, Wanda crept into the basement to find the cursed book and began her search for America Chavez.

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America Chavez woke to find herself strapped to a chair, red tendrils of magic binding her arms and legs tight against the cold metal. She was confused, unaware of where she was or how she got there in the first place. But where was there? Her heart pounded in her chest as she frantically looked around for something to tell her where she was. As her eyes strained in the darkness, a red shadow appeared on the floor.

“America Chavez,” a strangled voice echoed through the dank room. America watched as a pair of red eyes glowed back at her from the darkness. They were a deeper crimson than that of the shadowy glow. They bore into her soul, inciting feelings of terror and anxiety within her. As she attempted to scream, a shadowy figure looming ever closer, she was silenced with the flick of a ghostly wrist.

The figure came into focus once America’s eyes adjusted to the lack of light. She was surprised that it wasn’t a demon at all. She was young and, except for her red eyes and blackened fingertips, looked like any normal person. Yet something was…off…about her. Her face told the story of a woman on the verge of a breakdown. She looked desperate, pleading almost. The heavy bags under her bloodshot eyes and the disheveled hair were remnants of an obsessive search for the solution to her problem.

“Please don’t hurt me,” her voice cracked as the magical hold on her vocal cords released. The woman stared down at America, her brows furrowing as she studied the young girl. She tilted her head slightly, examining her as a predator would once it caught its prey.

“Why would I hurt you?” she puzzled. “I need you to help me.”

“Help you? Why would I help you when you literally kidnapped me and tied me to a chair?” she scoffed.

Crash!

“Are you fucking KIDDING me? When I told you the best way to get America to help you was to talk to her, I didn’t mean kidnap her!” Agatha Harkness snapped as she kicked the door to the basement open. “I swear to GOD if you’ve been messing with the Darkhold again I’m going to kill you.” She stormed into the room, now flooded with bright light from the hallway, making her way over to America. “So sorry about this, sweetheart. Wanda tends to be a bit dramatic with her entrances.” She shot Wanda a glare as she undid the red restraints with embers of purple magic. Wanda rolled her eyes.

“Can someone tell me what is going on here? Who are you, who is she, why am I here?” America asked as she rubbed her sore wrists. The restraints cut into her and raised dark bruises on her flesh.

“Agatha Harkness, dear. Lovely to finally meet you. That’s Wanda Maximoff. She’s been looking for you because she insists she needs your help,” Agatha sighed.

“Why me?”

“Because I need to go to another universe,” Wanda said. She leaned up against the wall, her arms crossed as she stared at the ground. “I need to go find another me and apologize to her for something I did. Agatha won’t let me dreamwalk, so you’re my only other option.”

“So why the kidnapping?”

“Wanda’s impulsive.”

“Shut up.”

“As I was saying,” Agatha began as she ignored Wanda’s protestations from the corner, “Wanda needs to get to another universe and you’re the only one who has the power to do that. Now since she is completely useless when it comes to this sort of thing, I’m asking you politely if you’ll help her out so she’ll drop the damn subject.”

America looked at Agatha, crossing her arms and cocking her head back as she considered the offer in front of her. “What’s in it for me?” she asked.

“Anything,” Wanda replied a little too quickly. She was desperate, willing to give anything to make things right.

“Pizza. Dominick’s. Pepperoni. Every single time I come to this universe. For the rest of my life.”

“Fine. Done.” Agatha threw her hands in the air in defeat. “Just help her. Please.” With that she stormed off, her purple magic slamming the door shut behind her.

“So when do we start?”

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Y/N was sprawled on the couch, his eyes glazed over as he stared blindly at the screen in front of him. Wanda was upstairs with little Pietro, trying anything and everything to get him to calm down. He’d been fighting off croup for the better part of a week. Nothing seemed to help his barky cough, which had been keeping Wanda and Y/N awake most nights. The lack of sleep, plus the visits to the pediatrician and alternating taking time off from work to stay with Pietro, was catching up with the both of them. Y/N had been home with him all day, so Wanda offered to take him once she got back from work in order to give him a chance to decompress.

From his half-dazed state he heard soft footsteps echoing down the stairs. He glanced up as Wanda came down from the nursery looking absolutely worn out. “He finally went down,” she breathed, pushing a sweaty strand of hair away from her forehead.

“Finally?” Wanda nodded. “Good. Maybe we can relax for a bit then.” He scooched himself up on the couch, pushing himself up so he fit against the corner. Wanda smiled wearily as she flopped down. She snuggled up into him, nuzzling his neck as she wrapped her arms around him. He kissed the top of her head. The faint smell of orange blossoms warmed him as he inhaled the sweet scent of her hair.

“I’ve missed this,” Wanda sighed. “I love Pietro, but I miss the quiet time we used to have.”

“Well, look at it this way. Only seventeen and a half years and we’ll be empty nesters,” Y/N joked.

Bang!

A loud explosion shook the room around them. The house lurched violently, waking the sleeping baby. He screamed and coughed as he woke from his fitful slumber. Wanda flew into the air as she anticipated someone or something to appear. Y/N fell off the couch, completely jostled by the sudden noise.

“What the hell was that?!” he yelled through the shaking and crying. His question was answered by the sudden appearance of a hole that tore through the side of the house. Except it wasn’t a normal hole. It was star-shaped, illuminated by jagged blue edges, and led not to the yard outside, but to a dark basement. Two figures stood in the shadow. As Y/N struggled to make out what it was he was actually seeing, he was surprised when they stepped out into the living room.

It was Wanda. Not his Wanda but a different one. This one had fiery red hair as opposed to his wife’s dark brown locks. She stared at him with a distinct familiarity, like they’d known each other long ago. It took him a moment to recognize her for who she was but once he did there was no denying that this must be the Wanda who dreamwalked into his world last year.

“Wanda?” He pushed himself up from the floor, returning her stare with an equal level of intensity.

“Y/N, what is she doing here?” his wife snapped. She flexed her wrist, summoning red orbs of magic within her grip as she glared at her multiversal self. Wanda automatically recognized this other version of herself. She was the same woman who’d taken over her body and terrorized her husband in a fit of despair. She dreamt of her regularly, watching as she grieved for her family, learned to better control her powers, and fell into obsessive states over apologizing for the mess she’d made under the control of the Darkhold. Not all of her dreams were glimpses into this other life. Sometimes she woke in a cold sweat, screaming as she remembered the feeling of being trapped in her own mind. The trauma from that day still affected her on an almost daily basis, but she did her best to keep the memories at bay.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break anything,” Wanda apologized. The awkward tension in the room was interrupted by Pietro’s cries from the nursery.

“Great. And I just got him down for the evening,” Y/N’s Wanda grumbled as she dropped to the floor, landing with a gentle thud.

“Babe, I’ll go put him back down,” Y/N offered.

“What, and leave me here with her? Absolutely not.” She stormed up the stairs. Wanda stared as she watched her variant run to go soothe her son, feeling ashamed at the fact she managed to make things worse once again.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset her,” she apologized as she turned to Y/N. Still the man she was meant to be with, her heart skipped a beat when she locked eyes with his radiant Y/E/C eyes. While he seemed more worn and tired than he did in their last encounter, he still had that rugged handsomeness and twinkle in his eye that so drew her to him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I…I wanted to apologize to her. For what I did last year. Properly. Without the Darkhold.”

“Wanda, you can’t be here,” Y/N sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head in disappointment. He understood where the witch was coming from. His Wanda was the same way, always wanting to make things right, but the last thing she needed was to come face-to-face with the variant who terrorized her. His wife spent many nights reliving the fear and horror of her bodily possession and he spent many nights holding her as she sobbed, hugging and reassuring her that everything was okay as he peppered her body with sweet kisses.

“P-please, I just need a minute with her.” The witch’s voice cracked as she struggled to choke back tears.

“Wanda-”

“Y/N please. I’m sorry. I know you said you forgive me but I need to talk to her.”

“Do you know what it’s been like for her ever since you dreamwalked into our world? She wakes up screaming, scared that you’ll come back and take over her body again. I hold her while she cries, as she sits there reliving that day over and over again. And now we have a son to take care of. You know what happens when she has those flashbacks? I have to take care of BOTH of them, on my own, with no help from anyone because no one else understands what she’s been through. And yes, she’s my wife and I will go to the ends of the earth for her, but she didn’t used to be like this…not until you came.”

Wanda hung her head in shame, Guilt and grief crashed over her, the waves breaking on her already fragile exterior. Once again, she’d gone too far.

Y/N watched a familiar scene unfold in front of him: a variant of his wife, completely broken in every sense of the word, crumpled to the floor in front of him, sobbing into her arms as the world shattered around her again. He felt bad for her. She obviously was trying to make amends, but once again she let her emotions get the better of her. Sighing, he slumped back onto the floor next to her, rubbing circles on the small of her back as tears darkened the sleeves of her light grey shirt.

“Hey. Wanda. I’m sorry for getting angry. It’s just….I’m sorry. It’s been a long year. Now Pietro’s sick and I’ve been staying home to take care of him and my boss-”

“You named him Pietro?” she sniffled, her face muffled by her arms.

“Yeah. Pietro Alexander. After your brother and my uncle.”

She lifted her head as she repeated the names in her head. “Pietro Alexander. I like it,” she smiled.

“It was your, well, her idea. Much better than the name I came up with.”

“Which was-?”

“Claude. Claude Leroy.”

Wanda giggled as she brushed a tear from her face. “That’s an awful name. Did you want him to get bullied? Because that’s how you get a kid bullied.”

Y/N rolled his eyes. “Just make sure that I, well, your universe’s me, that he doesn’t make that same mistake,” he joked.

Wanda’s eyes cast downward at the mention of the soulmate that was supposed to exist in her universe. For months she’d been searching for him but to no avail. She firmly believed that he existed in every universe but her own. “I don’t think he exists,” she whispered. “I keep looking for him but I still can’t find him.”

“Did you try the old boat launch?” Wanda and Y/N looked up to see Wanda walking down the stairs. The silence that followed her indicated that Pietro went back to sleep with relative ease.

“The what?” Wanda asked her variant.

“The boat launch. It’s where we first met back in high school,” Y/N explained. “It was one of those late-night summer parties after our sophomore year. I was there with my friends and at some point we bumped into each other and I just fell head over heels for her. Granted we didn’t get together for another year, but that was the night I knew I was going to marry her”

The brunette Wanda smiled as images of a crackling bonfire and fireflies painting a thousand dancing scenes over the moonlight lake raced through her mind, bringing her back to that sweet summer night where she met the boy who changed everything. “Magic leaves impressions, even in different universes. That spot means something to every Wanda in every universe. It’s part of a nexus event, so every version of us has to meet Y/N there somehow. Try there.”

Wanda stared at her variant. It was a slightly unnerving experience, looking at another version of herself. She’d spent her entire life observing her reflection in mirrors, but seeing herself in the flesh was something else. Was this the way the world saw her? She suddenly felt conscious about her own appearance, noting the way her black fingertips stood out against her variant’s scarlet nails.

“Wanda I-” she began, but the words stuck in her throat. What could she possibly say to this woman, the woman she inadvertently terrorized in her search for love last year?

“I get it. I get why you decided to dreamwalk last year. If I was in your position, under the same circumstances, I probably would’ve done the same thing. I mean, we’re the same person, right?” she smirked. “Just because I’ve given up the magic for motherhood doesn’t mean I’m all that different from you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you. I was hurting and it was wrong of me to turn to the Darkhold to help me grieve Vision.”

Her variant sighed, running a hand through her messy brunette hair. She stood in silence, looking down at her multiversal self sitting next to her husband. “You hurt me, Wanda. And I’m trying to deal with it the best I can for the sake of my son. So I can’t forgive you for that, but I hope that you find love and happiness in your own universe.”

Wanda looked at Y/N, who was still sitting next to her with his hand on her shoulder. “I can’t come back again, can I?” He shook his head, smiling weakly as he gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Okay,” she whispered. As she stood up, she looked back at herself. This other Wanda, brunette, dressed in pajamas, a body that had birthed a new life, was the type of person she wanted to be. A reassuring nod told her that everything would turn out okay. She walked towards the portal America opened, taking one final look back at the life she so desperately wanted, before stepping back into the dark basement of reality.

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The crisp autumn air nipped at Wanda’s nose as she stepped out of the car. She hugged her jacket closer to her, shivering as the breeze cut through the warmth of the wool garment. Looking around she noticed that she was the only one at the old boat launch. Moss covered docks bobbed in the murky water while dry docked boats sank into the earth.

It wasn’t Wanda’s first time at the boat launch since her last journey through the multiverse. She went down every day to sit and wait. Occasionally she’d encounter a fisherman or teenagers looking for a place to smoke, but she never saw Y/N. Remembering what her variant said about nexus events gave her the strength to sit there day after day. She sat in silence, often contemplating what she wanted out of life and what she would do once she met Y/N. Other times she’d meditate on her multiversal self, allowing her subconscious to drift to the universe where baby Pietro was learning to walk much to the amusement of his parents.

Although it was a cool fall day, Wanda sat down at her usual spot at the end of the most solid dock, removing her boots and socks before dipping her toes into the water. She kicked her legs aimlessly, skimming the lake’s surface as she looked out towards the surrounding woods. The autumnal hues painted the trees with all different shades of reds and oranges and yellows. She sighed, disappointed that she was alone once again. So she sat there and took in the beauty of the world around her.

She spent most of the afternoon on the dock, reflecting on her life. As she gazed out over the water, she heard footsteps behind her. Her breath hitched as they grew closer, the sound of hard rubber soles smacking against the dock echoing off the water.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to disturb you. I was just looking for a quiet place to sit and read.”

Wanda’s ears perked up when she heard the familiar voice in her ears. She whipped around at the voice, looking up into the warm Y/E/C eyes that first invaded her consciousness when Agatha cast her spell for the first time. A smile spread over her face as she looked into the face of the man who was going to change her life. “Well, you can sit here if you want. I’m Wanda.”

“I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 8

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: manipulation, coercion, threats of murder, mentions of murder, violence, discrimination based on designation, angst, a/b/o dynamics.

“Alpha…”

Steve looked away from his mate and towards Sam. He looked a mess, and had scratches up and down his arms. Steve’s eyes widened as he sensed the concern coming off of his beta in droves, “Sam…what is it?”

“Sharon…she-she’s lost it. She-“

“What happened to Sharon?” Steve asked, “Lost it? Did she lose her pup?”

Cinna felt nervousness creeping into her hindbrain over her alpha’s concern for the woman that he was formally promising himself to. She reached out to him, “Steve…”

“Her pup was fine,” Sam said quickly as he shook his head, “she drank the same thing that Cinna did, and both of them were rushed to medical in time…but she-she killed Brock.”

Steve’s eyes widened, “What?”

“Alpha…you have to come…she-she’s going crazy,” Sam begged, “I-I don’t want to tear you from your family, but-“

“Pack comes first,” Cinna said simply. She squeezed Steve’s arm soothingly and nodded her head, “go…take care of whatever is going on…but come back to me.”

“Always!” he promised with a simple nod. He leaned in and scented his mate, before kissing her temple and his son’s forehead, then he and his beta left the hospital room.

“Sharon…you need to be logical…”

“WHERE IS IT?” she hissed, shooting Steve a glare through the reinforced window of her hospital room, “WHERE IS THAT WORTHLESS PUP?”

Steve frowned as he thought about the pup that had been brought to him nearly two days ago by one of Sharon’s pack.

He was clearly born prematurely, but he was definitely also an omega.

The final nail in the coffin for Sharon, at least in her view, of solidifying a legacy.

She had managed to do so in creating a pup with Brock, but the pup was an omega male. Something that she, herself, was beyond disgusted by.

And in a rage, even though she’d had a belly full of stitches, she tore Brock to shreds over it. She killed him over impregnating her with an ‘inferior pup.’

When members of her pack had informed her that Steve and Cinna had a strong, healthy alpha boy, she went off the deep end.

“Your pup is safe, Sharon.”

“Kill it!” she commanded, growling at the man she had once been in a formal relationship with, “I don’t want an omega male with my name. Carters are not omegas. They are alphas or they don’t exist.”

Steve frowned even more.

He’d been all too privy with how the Carter pack family had dealt with omega males. She was supposed to have had an older brother, but when he was born an omega male, they slaughtered the infant and threw him over the cliff.

An omega male Carter was unacceptable.

“Sharon-“

“KILL IT!” she screamed, nearly feral from having to continue on with the conversation, “I know that someone in my pack betrayed me and they brought it to you. YOU NEED TO KILL IT, STEVE!”

“I’m not a savage,” Steve growled at the woman, “I’m not going to go and slaughter some innocent pup based on his designation.”

“WHAT IF YOU HAD AN OMEGA, HUH?” she screamed, her fists pounding on the glass, “WHAT IF YOUR BASTARD OF A PUP WAS BORN AN OMEGA!”

“I WOULD LOVE MY SON REGARDLESS OF DESGINATION!” Steve growled as he closed in on the area she’d been standing in front of, “to kill a pup…over his designation. He had no control in that, Sharon. And you know it!”

“Brock is dead because of it,” she spat, “that ratty little vermin put a faulty pup in me!”

“Being an omega is not a defect!”

“OMEGAS ARE WEAK, STEVE!”

“Omegas fulfill us alphas in ways that another designation cannot!” Steve said firmly, thinking of Cinna and how she was in their shared quarters, caring for the two infants, “right now, she’s got my son, and yours safely tucked away. She’s taking care of them both as though she birthed them both. Despite how you’ve treated her, she’s got no ill-will for your child. Omegas are what drives our packs even more than us, Sharon!”

“She-she’s taking care of it?” The look in her eyes was one so angry that Steve regretted admitting to her that he and Cinna had taken her pup under their wings.

“Mark my words, Steve Rogers…that stupid omega of yours will bring your pack to its knees,” she spat, “and you not killing my bastard will ensure that…you love your little precious omegas so much…you can protect them while I burn it all to the ground.”

“Is that a threat, Sharon?” he growled, angry over the intentional, subtle promise.

She smiled and shook her head, “not at all…alpha…it’s a promise!”

“You’re sick…Sharon…and you need help.”

Things had been uneventful since the birth of both Stevie and the delicate pup, which Cinna had named Peter, after one of her friends in the Stark pack for his sweet nature, that was a far cry from either one of his parents.

While Cinna and Steve hadn’t set an exact time for the mating ceremony, they had both agreed that they weren’t going to do it until Cinna was fully healed from her surgery, and had been cleared medically for the consummation of their union.

Something that Steve was beginning to get antsy about.

In the short month that they had both been parents, Steve found himself on edge, watching over his omega so intently that on more than one occasion Sarah, Maria, Wanda, and even Sam had to pull them away from one another.

Steve had admired the way that his omega mothered the pups. She was always attentive to both of them, and didn’t care that Sharon had been the actual mother of one of them. She fed them from her own breast, and bathed them with her own hands. There were almost no moments when she didn’t have one of the pups with her, and in the short times where she didn’t, they were always close by.

It drove an instinctual need in Steve to recreate everything that had happened over the nearly year long time frame that he’d known her.

He wanted more pups.

He wanted to add to the pack with his own legacy.

He wanted to keep her filled, satiating her with his knot again and again until they were both quivering messes.

And then he wanted to watch her mother them. He wanted to see her raise the sweet pups, teaching them right from wrong as she fell into the natural role of being a mother and luna to the pack.

There was no deeper sense of love than what Steve felt for Cinna.

And she felt every bit the same about him.

She respected that he had the pack to run, but lived for the little moments when it was just them. When he was watching her feeding the pups. When he was cradling Stevie in his arms, and telling him that he was going to show him everything he needed to know about running a pack one day. When he promised that he would give his son the moon and the stars, and he told the little pup who had no knowledge of the world, just how much he was in love with his omega.

It made her heart swell.

That was the kind of love she’d always hoped for.

The kind of love that after joining the surrogate luna program, she had never expected to find.

But that love, all the same, is what she came to experience.

So when Steve had told her that he had a meeting in their quarters, she offered to take Peter for a stroll in the gardens. She had wanted to take Stevie too, but Steve insisted on keeping his young pup with him.

“I just wanted to have some father son time,” Steve smiled as he held his pup in his arms. The lively carbon copy of his father gurgled happily, reaching out to touch his father’s face, “going to have a meeting with Sam, and talk about pack business…”

“He won’t understand what you’re saying, alpha,” she purred as she leaned in to press a kiss to her pup’s chubby cheek, “he’s only a month and a half old.”

“This will be his pack one day, Luna,” Steve smiled softly as he nuzzled her cheek. Cinna chittered excitedly and a low, sensual growl raised up from Steve’s chest. Steve growled a little bit more when he caught the sweet notes of her scent, and how he could smell the faintest traces of her slick, “omega…”

“The doctor hasn’t cleared me yet, Steve,” she warned gently, playfully pushing herself away from her alpha. She reached into the bassinet and picked Peter up, “and anyways, you alphas have your pack business…Peter and I will go take a walk outside and enjoy the perfect weather.”

“Let me call for one of the girls-“

“We’ll be fine, Steve,” she said with a giggle as she dismissed him, “let us omegas take care of ourselves for once…yeah?” He growled once more and it caused her to giggle as she looked over her shoulder. Steve frowned, “be careful, Luna…”

“Steve…you worry far too much.”

The shriek that tore Cinna from her thoughts sent a spark of anxiety through her chest. She barely had time to get out of the way as a blur raced past her and landed hard on the ground.

“YOU BITCH!”

Cinna ran, instantly starting towards the sparring grounds which were close by. She knew that Wanda, Maria, and Sarah were all there, as she’d just gotten done visiting with them.

Sharon was quick to get up, hot on her trail. She shrieked once more, making Cinna’s hindbrain go into overdrive.

She had known that Sharon hated the fact that Peter was allowed to live. But even more so she knew that Sharon had hated the fact that she and Steve were raising the pup as though he was their own as well.

And while a lot of Sharon’s pack were grateful that the pup wasn’t slaughtered, Sharon still had those that were loyal to her, and would often shoot glares in her direction if she was out with the pup, even if Steve was with them.

“I’LL KILL YOU BOTH!”

“WANDA!” Cinna screamed, already able to see the sparring grounds, “MARIA! SARAH!”

The three women turned, seeing Cinna running, cradling Peter in her arms, with a nearly feral Sharon looking like she was going to shred both omegas, regardless of their status. Maria was quick to rush them first, changing between forms to reach the two she-wolves that were still in human form before Sharon could reach Cinna and the pup.

Sarah rushed in as well, dropping her weapons and transforming, while Wanda began working her magic to conjure a barrier for Cinna and the pup to get behind.

“STOP!” she commanded, knowing the alpha command would work on the omega.

Cinna tried to fight every instinct, but was forced to her knees, howling in pain. She nearly dropped Peter as her body forced her to go along with the alpha command, allowing Sharon to close in.

But Maria and Sarah were already there. Maria took her head on, while Sarah created a secondary barrier between herself and Sharon and Maria. Wanda appeared and shielded them with her own little bubble of magic, before dropping to her own knees and checking on Cinna.

“Sarah linked Sam…Steve and him should be here-“

Steve’s golden wolf jumped into action, quickly pinning Sharon before she could shift. He growled at her, nearly frothing at the mouth because of his own anger.

“THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND HER!” Sharon spat, “THAT IS MY PUP AND HE DESERVES TO DIE FOR HIS DESIGNATION. IT’S WRITTEN IN MY PACK’S CHARTERS, STEVE. LET ME GO!”

The golden wolf growled once more, disagreeing with her, before he shifted back into his human form. He turned his attention to the woman that he loved.

“Wanda…are she and Peter alright?”

“I think so alpha!” she said quickly, “I-I can’t stop the alpha command though until I know she’s alright. Do you have Sharon contained?”

“Luna…free yourself from Sharon’s command!” Steve ordered, not wanting to wait. Cinna looked up at her mate and he gave her a sad look, “what happened?”

“She-she tried to kill Peter…she-“

“IT’S MY RIGHT!” she screamed, glaring at the omega, “I WANT THEM BOTH DEAD!”

“You’re done, Sharon,” Steve said firmly with a shake of his head, “I’m putting you in the dungeon until I can figure out what to do with you…”

“You can’t do that to me. We run the pack together, Steve.”

“Then leave,” he said firmly, “if you do not want to be jailed until we can figure this out, you will be exiled…you can take anyone that wants to go with you…but anyone that wants to stay and remain under my pack will be granted asylum.”

“You can’t do this to me, Steve…”

“I am doing it, Sharon,” he growled with finality, “you’re putting my pack in danger, and it’s time that I take action, before you destroy it.”

“Are you sure that this is what you want, Luna?”

Cinna shook her head as the tears started to roll down her cheeks, “I-I know that he isn’t ours…but he feels like he’s my pup too, Steve…I just feel like a failure…I feel like I’m giving up on him.”

“Hey…you’re not giving up on him,” Pepper said firmly as she reached out to her younger sister. Cinna looked to her older sister, and Pepper gave her a sad smile, “you’re doing what a good mother would do and you’re looking out for your pup…”

“We’ll take good care of him,” Tony promised gently as he came to his wife and mate’s side, “we’ll make sure that Peter is loved.”

“I know,” she admitted as she wiped away a few more of the tears with her free hand. She looked down to where the pup was sleeping against her chest, “I-I just didn’t think it would be this hard letting him go.”

“You can see him any time that you want,” Pepper said quickly, “and he won’t be alone…you know that. He’ll have Morgan to help show him around the pack. She’ll be like a big sister to him.”

“Morgan is a great pup…”

“This is for the best, Luna,” Steve said gently as he wrapped an arm around Cinna’s waist, “Alpha Stark is being very gracious in allowing us to place the pup within his pack.”

“He’ll be alright, Steve.”

“I trust you, Tony.”

The two alphas shared a moment of silence as Cinna looked to her older sister, “he-he likes it when you sing him to sleep…he-he likes that one song that mom used to sing to us when we were little.”

Pepper gave her own teary smile at the mention of their mother, “you kept up with traditions with him?”

Cinna nodded tearily as she sniffled, “Yeah…Peter likes hearing the one about where the wolf fell in love with the moon…”

“That was always my favorite too…”

“Yeah…”

“We’ll take good care of him, Cinna…”

“Yeah,” she repeated, sniffling once more, “I-I know…”

“You’re a good mother, Cinna,” Pepper smiled at her sister, “and you’re a good luna to your pack…with a good alpha to raise a family with.”

“Thank you, sister.”

“Treat her well, Rogers…”

“Always!” Steve promised.

Chapter 9

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Project Life

So I have never posted my WIPs here, I have mainly read and reposted. That said, I have been wanting to write more and more over the last few months and also conquer my fear of posting online. That said - here is the first part of my current WIP - Project Life.

The timeline for this WIP is the intervening years between CA: CW and A: IW.

Summary: A young girl is found in cryostasis in an old but still active HYDRA bunker. Who is she? Where did she come from and what do the US Military and HYDRA want her?

TW: (this is the first time that I've had to write TW, so please bear with me - if I miss any, please let me know) - explosions, gunfire, gunshots, minor!character death.

You do not have permission to copy or repost my work to any other sites.

AN: I would just like to thank @ellemj for giving me the boost in confidence to actually post this.

AN 2 - The Russian is Google translated. I do apologise if I am butchering the language and it doesn't make sense.

Eastern Europe/Russian Border – 1974

“Professor, we've got to move—fast! They're coming!" Sergi Morozov, the project's junior scientist, pleaded urgently, as he hastily crammed notebooks into his bag and secured microscope slides in their protective cases. Chosen for the project straight out of his second year at Moscow University, he had initially seen it as an opportunity to contribute to his country beyond military service, fuelled by aspirations that went above the confines of a uniform. Little did he know that joining the project would throw him into a race for survival, his academic pursuits now taking a backseat to the urgent need to escape impending danger.

“Я не оставлю свое исследование. Я не был членом организации 28 лет назад, поэтому мне не удалось проникнуть и увидеть первое и единственное успешное применение сыворотки. Ко мне даже не обратились, когда создавали Солдата. Это мой шанс сделать что-то для дела, так что нет, я не брошу свои исследования сейчас, не когда я буду так близок. Пусть они приходят.”

“I will not leave my research. I was not a member of the organisation 28 years ago, so I was unable to infiltrate and see the first and only successful use of the serum. I wasn't even approached when they created the Soldier. This is my chance to do something for the cause, so no, I won't give up my research now, not when I'm this close. Let them come.”

Levi Kuznetsov, the project’s senior genetic scientist, continued to huddle over his desk.

“Professor, they are coming!!” Morozov pleaded, “If they find us, they will put us on trial like they did with everyone else 30 years ago. They might not hang us for this but I do not want to spend the rest of my life in prison!” Kuznetsov sighed, rubbing his temples. Footsteps and gunfire could be heard echoing down the hallway.

“PROFESSOR! We have to go! We can put her on ice like they do with the Soldat and come back and get her once the Americans have left. We have all the information that we need. We will succeed in this. I promise!!”

Sergi Morozov and Professor Kuznetsov did not make it out of the lab alive. They perished in an airstrike, a devastating attempt to erase the very research facilities they once occupied. Despite the meticulous ground reconnaissance and the relentless pursuit of SHIELD agents scouring the rubble for survivors, the after-action reports submitted to the Director made no mention of discovering anyone in cryostasis. And so the young woman stayed there, trapped in her icy cocoon, frozen in time, waiting until someone found her and brought her home.

42 years later - Eastern Europe

Nick Fury rubbed his gloved hands together to try and get some feeling into his fingers. After his faked death in DC two years ago, he had taken on the task of hunting down and destroying HYDRA cells. Slowly working his way from one pocket of infection to another. Each cell was dismantled from the inside out. He now stood in the wrong part of some Eastern European city, hoping that the person he was waiting for was going to deliver the information he needed and not another bullet wound.

“Too god-damn cold” Fury grumbled to himself as he waited. A young man walked towards Fury, his steps echoing on the quiet street. He kept his head down, trying to appear inconspicuous. He had pulled the black woollen hat further down over his ears trying to keep the bitter wind chill out

“You’re late.” Fury wasn’t in the mood to play nice. He wanted to rip HYDRA to pieces for what they had done over the last 70 years. Infiltrating his organisation, infecting everything that he had worked hard to protect. The idea that he had no idea, that Alexander Pierce had been part of HYDRA for as long as he had known him right underneath his nose made his blood boil. The betrayal ate away at him and made him question whether he knew what was going on at all.

“I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t followed. I know what awaits me when all this comes out in the wash, but I wanted to at least do something right.” The man handed Fury a brown envelope.

“She’s in the underground bunker. The building on top was destroyed years ago. The shift change is at 9pm, and if you want to get her out of there, you’re going to need help. There’s a few of us that are…that have realised we were fighting for the wrong side who will help you. It won’t be easy. Some of the fanatics have doubled down on their “beliefs”.

Fury took the envelope, pulling out the file. Flicking through the various photographs and experiment results, he couldn’t believe what he was reading. His Russian was rusty but he got the jist. Looking at the informant, he narrowed his eyes.

“How long have you known about her?” He asked accusingly. “How long have you guys had her on ice?” The informant held his hands up in surrender. “Hey man, I know as much as you do. Just remember that she was originally your pet project - not HYDRA’s. They just stole her from you.”

Fury shook his head. If what the file was saying was true, then the US military had a lot of things to answer for, and a lot of important people, people he called friends, would want answers.

Shoving the file into his jacket, Fury rubbed his hands together again to try and preserve what little heat he had in his hands. He needed to get out of here. They were too exposed out in the open. “Have your friends ready for tomorrow night. I’m taking her home..”

24 hours later

The mission was a success in the grand scheme of things. Fury’s informant had been true to his word and several members of HYDRA personnel helped him retrieve the cryostasis pod. And just like all the other cells that Fury destroyed, it ended with a hail of bullets and well-placed explosives.

The young man, whose name Fury did not want to know, yelled at him to leave with the rest of the whistleblowers. He had been shot and knew that his time was up. Grabbing hold of Fury’s jacket and pulling him down to his eye level, making sure that the master spy took in what he was saying.

“I know who and what she is, so I know that she’s important to you and America. But you need…” His whole body was wracked with heavy coughing, blood starting to collect at the corner of his lips, “but you need to know . She’s important…” another wheezing cough ripped through his chest “...to HYDRA.” The man spat blood on the floor both as a protest to the name in his mouth and to allow him to speak.

“I read her file,” he coughed, his breathing ragged and laboured. “She’s the only one left. There’s no one else like her. The boys didn’t make it. Now they know she’s been found, they will try and come for her. She is more important to them than the Winter Soldier ever was.” The dying man rested his head against the wall, his grip on Fury’s jack faltering.

“Потомки нашего противника будут стоять рядом с нашим солдатом, воспитывая нашу армию, как если бы они были собственными потомками.”

"The progeny of our adversary will stand beside our Soldier, nurturing our army as if they were their own offspring."

Fury glared at the man, as though he had whispered indecent thoughts.

“You have to read the file. What I gave you yesterday...” his voice quiet and laboured. “...you have to understand what they wanted to do with her. You have to protect her.” The man dropped his hand from Fury’s coat. His last breath hung in the air between them.

Fury sprinted across the barren, icy terrain, his heavy breathing visible in the freezing air. Every muscle in his body was tense with the knowledge that time was running out. He could feel the ground shaking beneath him as the C4 that had been hidden during the rescue started a daisy chain of explosions within the bunker.

Finally, he reached the designated rendezvous point, his hands shaking with adrenaline. Pulling out his satellite phone, he knew that everything hinged on the next two calls he was about to make. The fate of the woman inside the pod depended on their success. With a deep breath, he dialed the numbers, his eyes never leaving the horizon, scanning for any sign of danger.

“Dr Cho, Nick Fury. I need your help. I’m going to send you some coordinates - do you think you could be there in 12 hours? Can you do that? Yes. It’s important. I understand. Thank you.” Watching as the stasis pod was lifted into the back of an SUV. Fury checked his watch. It would be early hours in New York. Dialling a secure line, he wanted for the second call to connect.

“Stark, it’s Fury. You know me, I’m like a damn cat - too many lives to enjoy. Listen, I need you to get the team together. I’ve found something that you’re all going to want to see.” Fury waited as Tony explained that the team was no more, that Steve and his band of traitors had left after the fight in Germany and Siberia, and that they would be arrested if they came back.

“Tony, I know what happened between you and Rogers,” Fury might have been out of the loop, but he still had his ways of knowing what was going on. “But this…situation... is bigger than the both of you and trust me, you’re going to want to be involved. If you have a way of contacting him - then do it. I’ll send you the coordinates shortly.”

Nick Fury was not a religious or overly superstitious man but in a moment of reverence, he raised his eyes to the sky. “I found her. I found her and as I promised, I am bringing her home.

Continued in Chapter 2

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Fic Title: I Am Not a Monster

Current Chapter Count: 42

Current Word Count: 118k

Last Update: April 15th

Next Update: April 29th

Summary: What do a scrappy teen, a powerful being capable of spontaneous creation, and a 300-year-old witch have in common? They all need to heal from their pasts, they all need to figure out who they want to be now, and they all might just need each other.

Or: the one where Wanda and Agatha accidentally adopt America.

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Agatha Harkness, Wanda Maximoff & America Chavez, America Chavez & Agatha Harkness, America Chavez/Kamala Khan

Tags: Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Gay Witch Family, Bisexual Wanda Maximoff, Lesbian Agatha Harkness

Chapter 1: Making It Up

Chapter 2: Pizza Balls at The Plaza

Chapter 3: People Like Us

Chapter 4: The Prodigal Witch Returns

Chapter 5: Ladies Who Lunch

Chapter 6: A Strange Visitor

Chapter 7: Magic Kindergarten

Chapter 8: Home Sweet Home

Chapter 9: Shut Down, Open Up

Chapter 10: Shadow Work

Chapter 11: The Sign

Chapter 12: Churros and Champagne

Chapter 13: Fatal Reaction

Chapter 14: Attached

Chapter 15: I'm Loving It

Chapter 16: The Raid

Chapter 17: Report Card

Chapter 18: (Pancake) Batter Up

Chapter 19: Surprise Times Two

Chapter 20: Dining, Drama, and Drives

Chapter 21: Braking Down

Chapter 22: Cat Out of the Bag

Chapter 23: Road Trip

Chapter 24: What's Innside

Chapter 25: Exploring

Chapter 26: The Clearing

Chapter 27: Sick Day

Chapter 28: Spoonful of Cocoa

Chapter 29: For Goodness Saké

Chapter 30: Confronting the Past

Chapter 31: If the Shoe Fits

Chapter 32: 'Til the Clock Strikes 12

Chapter 33: Let's Have a Quince

Chapter 34: No Time Like the Present

Chapter 35: A Spark in the Dark

Chapter 36: Rebel Girl

Chapter 37: Waffling Around

Chapter 38: Dyeing Inside

Chapter 39: Told You So

Chapter 40: The Talk

Chapter 41: Playing with Fire

Chapter 42: Pranks and Plans

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #america chavez #agatha harkness #wanda x agatha #wagatha #fic #wandavision #multiverse of madness #coven of chaos #gay witch family #ao3 #ao3fic #I Am Not a Monster #agatha: darkhold diaries #wandagatha #bisexual wanda maximoff #lesbian agatha harkness

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wastingmylifesecondatatime · 1 year

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Avengers Masterlist

NOTE: If you have any fic suggestions feel free to write me!

Updated: 06.10.2023

(M) = mature

Other masterlists: mother masterlist, Bucky Barnes masterlist

Avengers

↳ “ You are a product of a HYDRA experiment. Years after being held captive by them, you are saved by SHIELD. You join the Avengers in hope of finding a family in them, but what are you supposed to do when they don’t treat you the way you expected them to?”

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Maria Hill

↳ “ maria hill x reader where r has been sent on a several year long mission to infiltrate hydra. the avengers find her during a mission and end up bring her in (not knowing who she is). on the flight back they all question why she’s so quiet and smiling. when they reach shield they inform maria and fury of her presence in a cell (?) they all go to see the interrogation and find maria and r kissing and holding each other and fury just turns around to them and says “oh yeah they’re married” “

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Natasha Romanoff

↳ “ Night is usually the time when you had free rein of the compound - little did you expect to be interrupted on your journey to get midnight snacks and certainly not by her. “

↳ Chapters: 1/1

↳ “ reader is doing an online class and nat wakes up and casually kisses reader’s cheek and everyone who saw it is freaking out because the black widow has a gf “

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Sam Wilson

↳ “ Imagine Sam giving you hope when you’re having a hard time.“

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Steve Rogers

↳ “steve x reader one shot where the reader is heavily pregnant and her and Steve get on the subway and he's so confused as to why nobody is giving her a seat because he's so old fashioned?“

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Stucky

↳ “ Fury sends you back in time on a mission. How will you handle seeing Steve and Bucky in the 40s? “

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Wandanat

↳ Chapters: 1/1

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aparticularbandit · 12 days

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20 Questions for Fanfiction Writers

tagged by: @andtherewerefireworks. THANK YOU. <3 <3 <3

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

206, apparently. O.o I didn't realize it was that much. Whoops. >.>;;;;;; ...when did I end up with 55 fics in the MCU. I knew I had a lot in JTV, but when did I end up with that many in the MCU

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

2,039,621.

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Uh...currently? ...uh...let me check my pinned post. Uh. Danganronpa (not DRV3 because I haven't finished it yet; specifically Junko etc. I like rewrites and consequences more than...crossovers...right now. I would rather play with canon...ish). MCU (specifically Wanda-related etc. re: Wandavision and DSMOM, but also add the Ancient One and also add Viv Vision because I love her). JTV (because yes, I can be persuaded to write more Roisa stuff). Miscellaneous Kathryn Hahn etc. (frequently referred to as Hahnverse, specifically beyond Agatha I will also write Eve Fletcher and Claire Debella). Who Framed Roger Rabbit (because yes, I can also be persuaded to occasionally write more Jessica Rabbit stuff, although it is often highly specific to my Jess). Puella Magi Madoka Magica (just because I haven't in a very long time does not mean I can't). Noir (the 2001 anime; just because I have very little posted doesn't mean I won't write for this). The Haunting of Bly Manor (specifically Dani and Viola and we pretend that most of the last episode didn't happen because I love Viola and I like looking at the complications of that whole situation). ...probably others that I can't think about at the moment, honestly.

4) Top Five Fics by Kudos:

By kudos? 1) What Dreams May Come. 2) Finding Family. 3) Lost Causes. 4) Make Life Worthwhile. 5) Take A Sad Song and Make It Better. Surprised by that last one, honestly, but not by the other four. The top two on my stats are pretty much always Bly Manor Fix-It Fic and FF; they just switch places every now and again.

5) Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes. I respond to comments if I feel I have a response or if I want to continue the dialogue or if I'm asked a question and don't put it off for a while (I'm really bad at this, actually). But I feel like a lot of comments...don't need...a response? And have been running into the weird situation lately where responding to comments...feels like...it keeps people from commenting? Which is? A weird feeling?

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Timeline canon doesn't count (I see you out there reading this) because that's not fic, that's rp. And, I mean, technically that had a happy ending. Technically. the day her line went flat. hands down. i've got some other angsty stuff that comes to mind, but like. nothing like that one, i don't think. ...but if I ever finish it all happens so quick, that may take it.

7) What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

...uh. Hm. I think probably Finding Family, because it was nearly 375k of build up (385k if you include the Holiday Special) and character development and relational development just to get to that ending so that it felt well earned and deserved and still not expected even though set up and just. I knew the ending of that one when I started it, and it was exactly what I wanted it to be, and I think it's the most happy because it's the most right and complete and just.... I don't know how to put words to it, but that one.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten bot hate on my MCU fics by bots who want me to switch to a different fic website, which I don't think really counts. I haven't gotten hate as comments on AO3 fic, BUT I DID have a period early last year and some the year before of A LOT of Anon hate, some of which was fic hate. Specifically character interpretation. But that felt more like a campaign of hate against me and that was just the avenue they were deciding to use at that particular time because there was so much other hate they were sending, so like. ...yeah, that was a thing.

9) Do you write smut?

Nope.

10) Craziest crossover?

Heart in Motion aka the JTV/ODAAT crossover that no one asked for and then everyone asked for and then I never went back to. XD

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Partly! Someone started translating Finding Family into Russian! With permission! You can find it here!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Room for One I co-wrote with @butimnotasexyrussian! IT WAS GREAT.

14) All time favorite ship?

Honestly, I don't think I have one. I love Jess/Scully and Jess/Regina. I love the Valentines. But my shipping favs are flexible at best.

15) What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

What Dreams May Come. I don't think I left it in a good spot, as opposed to If You Lived Here, You'd Be Home Now, which is unfinished and will probably stay unfinished but at least stops at a good spot.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Consistency. I'm very consistent in terms of world-building and maintaining exact specifics through a fic. I keep my through threads, usually, and if I set something up, it's probably going to pay off later.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS SO LONG. WHAT IS WRITING SHORT STUFF, I DON'T KNOW HER. But also plot. And description. And setting. I suck at all of these things. Oh, also, having characters have distinct voices. All of my characters sound the same. -shrugs-

18) Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I don't have a problem with it, but I very rarely do it. I'm worried I'll get something wrong!

19) First fandom you wrote in?

Tales of Symphonia. I was in, like, middle school, and I did not post it. Fortunately. (This does not count RP, which I was doing earlier than that. That's not the same. And to be honest, I'm not sure I would know the answer then. Teen Titans or Inu-Yasha, maybe? I'm not sure.)

20) Favorite fic you've written?

It's a toss up between Luisa and the Fox and Surrogate. Probably there's something else I'm forgetting but will remember after I post this. But honestly? It's probably one of those two.

tagging: @adhdavinci (FINALLY I CAN TAG YOU BACK BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T TAG ME FIRST! HAHA!); @captaintoomanybattles; @auburnlaughter; @eriquin

#musings #meme #memes #meme response #bandit #bandit writes fic #bly manor fix it fic #go fix it fic #glass onion fix it fic #i don't remember what my tag for that one was but it was one of those two #wanda america fic #iylhybhn #latf #the valentines

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ginnsbaker · 8 months

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Bulletproof (2/?)

Summary: A continuation of this (You're the only Avenger who sleeps in a cell). Now that Wanda has offered to share her room, things get... a bit complicated.

Chapter word count: 2.9k+ | Tags: Mild Angst, Sharing A Bed, Mutual Pining, Wanda catches you in a very compromising position, Unresolved Sexual Tension

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Series Masterlist

Sharing a room with Wanda Maximoff is not as trivial as it sounds.

The first night, her bed seems almost too big, especially for two people who don't know each other very well. Throughout the night, you’re acutely conscious of every movement, ensuring that you remain on your designated side, even if it means dangling one leg off the bed for balance.

On the second night, after realizing she'd unknowingly snuggled up to you during her sleep, she suggests putting a pillow in the middle–kind of like a boundary, you guess. The two of you share a light-hearted chuckle over the idea, yet a rosy hue stubbornly lingers on both your faces until one of you eventually heads out for breakfast.

Nights turn into mornings and that big bed starts feeling, well, not so big anymore. You both take to this pillow-in-the-middle setup, treating it like some sort of teddy bear you both have a claim to. It becomes an unspoken agreement, almost like a cozy buffer that you both secretly enjoy. Both of you would hold onto it, sometimes playfully tugging it toward your side.

On the seventh day, shortly after midnight, you feel a subtle shift as Wanda’s fingers, which were draped over the pillow, find their way to your waist. It's just a slight touch, but it sends your senses into overdrive. And as the fog of drowsiness lifts, you become acutely aware of every point of contact between you two.

The covers, which up until now felt just right, suddenly start to feel oppressively warm. Turning your head slightly, you can make out the silhouette of her face, bathed in the soft light filtering through the curtains. You're struck by the details—the curve of her cheek, the demure slope of her nose, her slightly parted lips. She's mesmerizing. You feel an undeniable urge to reach out and touch, to feel the softness of her skin, but you resist.

You think about shifting her hand back onto the pillow, but then, there's this part of you, perhaps the bolder side, that wants it to stay there. So, you let it stay, taking shallow breaths, hoping your racing heart doesn't wake her up.

You pull the covers tighter around you, trying to shake the thoughts, but it's no use.

All you can think about is the girl sleeping soundly beside you, and the night stretches on endlessly ahead.

You were supposed to get your own room, but honestly? It's taking a while, and you're not even sure you want it anymore.

There's something about Wanda's nighttime habits that you've come to love: the way she snores just a bit, the way some of her things would rattle around her when she’s having an intense dream, the scent of her shampoo when she washes her hair before bed, the subtle movements she makes when you know she has a hard time falling asleep.

And there's that special moment each morning: You always seem to stir just moments before her. Like clockwork, her eyes flutter open, and in that half-awake daze, she’d murmur a “Good morning.”

Yet, as this unexpected cohabitation with Wanda unfolds, a nagging thought keeps pricking at the back of your mind:

This delightful domestic bubble has an expiration date.

You know you shouldn't get too attached. But you're probably way past that now.

Which is why, to seemingly guard yourself, you pester Steve at dinner.

“So, Steve, any word on my room?” you casually drop the question one evening, trying to keep the tone light. Across the table, Wanda's attention diverts from her lasagna to the conversation at hand, silently watching the exchange.

Steve, looking a tad weary, responds, “Honestly? I'm not sure. And you've brought this up, what, three times today?”

“Maybe if Tony actually replied to my messages, we wouldn't be having this chat every mealtime,” you argue, mindlessly twirling your fork around your pasta.

Before Steve can retort, Wanda intervenes. “If you're worried about overstaying in my space, you haven't. It's been...nice, having you there.”

Your cheeks flame up, a quick surge of heat that’s impossible to ignore. The sudden candidness in her words catches you off guard. For a moment, you're tongue-tied, searching for a response. She, too, seems taken aback by her own candor, her eyes widening a fraction.

“I-I mean, I don't mind…” she says, trying to recover from her prior lapse. She then diverts her attention, a little flustered, burying herself in her plate.

“Maybe we can set up a rota? You know, split the week between Natasha and Wanda's rooms?” Steve suggests.

From across the table, Natasha halts, shawarma in hand, and deadpans, “Since when was my room up for discussion?”

Your focus, however, remains fixed on Wanda. “It's not about that, Wanda,” you reply earnestly. “It’s just... we all need our space, right?”

Something shifts in Wanda's eyes, a flicker of disappointment perhaps, but before you can fully process it, she masks it with indifference. “I'm sorry,” she murmurs, starting to collect her plate with only a few bites missing from her lasagna. “I thought you were in a rush because of... well, me.”

You stare at her, momentarily stunned, with a growing urge to apologize. The dinner table suddenly feels miles long.

Clearing your throat, you muster, “Wanda, it's not like that.”

She pauses, looking back at you, waiting.

“I just thought it might be easier for both of us,” you say, cringing as the words don't quite capture your intended sentiment.

Her face tightens further, her demeanor chilling by several degrees. “You're right,” she replies, voice sharp and edged. “It might be easier for you.”

Without another word, she stands up and leaves.

In the aftermath of Wanda's exit, an oppressive silence descends, punctuated only by the occasional scrape of cutlery on porcelain. Vision, always a touch out of step with human nuances, arches an eyebrow at Bucky. “Is there a particular reason the air's grown so dense?”

Before Bucky can answer, Natasha leans back, shooting you a pointed look.

“By the way,” she drawls, pausing for emphasis. “My room has an exclusive guest list. Only one name on it–mine,” she says and then nonchalantly bites at her meat wrap, clearly having said her piece.

The room's temperature seems to further drop another few degrees following Natasha's remark. Steve shoots you a sympathetic glance while Bucky suppresses a smirk, amused at the drama unfolding.

Trying to bring a semblance of normalcy back, Sam quips, “Well, at this rate, I might start charging for bunking in my room. Any takers?”

You can't help but force a chuckle, silently thanking him for the attempt to lighten the mood. However, Wanda's departure and Natasha’s dry humor leave you pondering whether sharing a room might have been the better option after all.

For two nights straight, you avoid the Avenger's compound.

Instead, you dip into your personal savings from past missions, booking yourself into a plush hotel downtown. The suite boasts modern amenities and a bed that critics might describe as 'a cloud'.

Yet, for all its luxury, it feels...empty.

The Egyptian cotton sheets, while soft to the touch, are cold. The lavish bathroom, with its marble counters, feels too sterile. The room, while spacious, feels too silent. Deafeningly so.

Gone are the soft snores, the slight movement of a shared bed, and the comforting scent of Wanda's evening shampoo. All replaced by a void that no amount of luxury can fill. Your heart aches, not for the lack of comfort, but for the lack of connection.

(The lack of a… friend. Maybe after nights of sleeping side by side, it’s fair to think of her as such.)

And as another sleepless night passes in the hotel, you find yourself wishing for the simplicity of that pillow barrier, the steady rhythm of Wanda's breathing, and the tender sound of her voice whispering, “Good morning.”

It's high time to step out of this lavish prison and head back to the compound.

More importantly, it's time to apologize to Wanda, something you should've done in the first place.

Pushing open the door to Wanda's room, you anticipate her familiar, mischievous smirk. Instead, a deafening silence surrounds you. The only telltale sign of her absence is the disarray of her belongings, possibly from prepping for an unexpected mission.

You have been looking forward to seeing her all day, unsure if she'd even welcome you back. Just as you consider heading elsewhere to find her, Vision suddenly steps out from a room further down the corridor.

“Wanda’s not here,” you state rather than ask.

“She's still in the debriefing room. The mission ran long, and discussions have been... extensive,” Vision offers, his head tilt subtle but noticeable, making you very much aware of his ability to read more than just your face.

You run a hand through your hair, weary. “Any idea how much longer?”

He seems to ponder, “At the rate they’re going? An hour, maybe more.”

The day's exhaustion settles on you, making your skin feel sticky and tired. You reason that perhaps Wanda might be more inclined to speak with you if you're freshened up and smelling good. With this thought, you let out a soft sigh, nodding in gratitude to Vision.

Slipping back into Wanda’s room and absentmindedly neglecting to lock the door, you dive into the shower without waiting for the water to warm up, welcoming its brisk, invigorating sting against your tired skin. It’s surprisingly intimate to be using Wanda's products again after days without them, and you try not to think about how it all feels a bit... like home.

Several minutes later, wrapped in a towel with droplets still clinging to your skin, you pad over to your side of the bed. The damp cold from your hair seeping through the towel sends a chill down your spine, but the softness of Wanda's sheets beckon. You can't resist the temptation any longer and, with a soft thud, you flop down.

The moment you sink into the mattress, Wanda's familiar scent envelops you, a comforting blend of jasmine and something uniquely her. Closing your eyes, you realize just how much you've missed her–not just the shared bed or the late-night whispers, but the girl herself.

The heart of it all.

Every thought of Wanda makes your heartbeat a tad bit faster. Your skin, slightly damp from the shower, feels hypersensitive against the silky sheets that smell so much like her. Every thread seems to graze your skin, reminding you of the presence you're currently missing.

Your thoughts start to shift, moving past innocent interactions you’ve had with Wanda so far. You’re now wondering if Wanda ever touched herself in this very same bed. If her fingers have lazily brushed against her core to thoughts of you, the way you’re doing now to thoughts of her. You wonder if she likes to tease herself, if she likes to pay attention to her clit or prefers to stuff herself with her own fingers.

You pull a pillow close, not just as a makeshift barrier, but as an anchor to steady the rush of arousal coursing through your body. But instead of calming you down, it sends you over the edge and deeper into your unchecked desires. The pillow is no longer just a fluffy companion; it becomes a stand-in for her–for Wanda.

You shouldn’t be doing this. Especially not on the bed that belongs to the woman you’re imagining as you throw a leg over the unsuspecting pillow. In the midst of your internal conflict, your thighs still part to welcome the plush material as you’re about to lose all sense of control.

But the universe seems to have its own way of snapping you out of questionable choices.

Just as you're about to succumb to the overwhelming sensations, the door slams open. With a startled yelp, you topple off the bed, the towel that's your only semblance of decency barely holding on. The pillow, now a poor victim to your previous intentions, gets clutched to your chest in a frantic attempt to salvage some dignity.

There, framed in the doorway, is Wanda. Her eyes wide, an unreadable expression on her face. You've never wished for the ground to swallow you up more than you do in this mortifying moment. Your face heats up, unsure if you could ever look Wanda in the eyes again after this.

And just when you think it couldn’t get any worse, she speaks.

“Um... did I interrupt something?” Wanda asks, her voice teetering between amusement and genuine curiosity. She's trying, and failing, to hide a smirk.

You, on the other hand, are a mess of jumbled words and embarrassment. “I- I was just... It's not what it looks like,” you say, but the evidence around you paints a pretty distinct picture.

Wanda raises an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards. “Really? Because from here, it looks pretty... interesting.”

You groan, burying your face in the pillow for a moment, the very one that betrayed you. “Can we just forget this ever happened?”

She chuckles, her earlier tension from the debriefing room (and the tension with you from days earlier) seeming to melt away in the face of your predicament. “Oh, I'm not sure I can. It's not every day I find someone... bonding with my pillow in such a way.”

Caught in a compromising situation with Wanda taking it all in, you cover your face with your hands. “I, um, Wanda, I apologize," you manage to stammer out, each word dripping with mortification.

She cocks her head, studying you. “It's... alright,” she murmurs, her gaze penetrating and elusive. In any other circumstance, you might've caught the faint trail her eyes make over your partially exposed form, but right now, anxiety shrouds your every thought.

You bite your lip, the action causing Wanda’s breath to hitch.

“Can I... could you give me a moment? Just to... get dressed?” you ask.

Wanda nods, her lips curving into a small, understanding smile. “Of course,” She takes a step back, her fingers brushing against the door frame. “Just... maybe lock the door next time?”

You chuckle weakly, nodding. “Definitely noted.”

Once alone in the room again, a ragged exhale escapes your lips. You immediately get to your feet, scrambling for your suitcase to find something–anything–that will save you from the most embarrassing moment of your life.

Outside the room, Wanda leans against the hallway wall, her fingers absentmindedly tapping against the cool surface. The image of what she had walked into replays in her mind, sending tingles down her spine.

She feels the urge to peer into your head, see who’s starring in your wildest fantasies.

If she wants, she can find out.

But there's a line she knows she shouldn't cross, especially with teammates. Swallowing hard, Wanda decides to afford you the space and privacy to compose yourself.

Her reverie is broken by your voice, somewhat muted by the wall between you both. “I'm decent now,” you say, a touch of sheepishness clear in your tone.

For a moment, Wanda hesitates, her fingers hovering inches from the door handle. Taking a fortifying breath, she turns the knob and steps into the room.

“I'm so sorry,” you say as soon the door shuts with a soft click behind Wanda, eyes cast downward. The oversized Pikachu shirt you're wearing is probably the last thing she expected to see on you. Under different circumstances, she might have teased you about it.

Wanda shakes her head and smirks, crossing her arms in front of her. “Apologies for the pillow?”

“For what happened three days ago, during dinner. I never meant to offend you,” you say, still looking down.

Her eyes narrow, adopting a casual demeanor. “Offend me? I'm not sure what you're talking about.”

Risking a glance up, your eyes meet Wanda's, searching for a hint of the resentment or anger you're expecting. Instead, you find a relaxed, almost indifferent look in her eyes. No hint of upset, no sign of offense taken. Her nonchalance takes you aback.

“You know,” she muses, her tone light, “You were so caught up in your thoughts that you stayed away from this room for days.”

“Did I read the situation wrong?” you wonder aloud feeling a little foolish now that it seems you were reading into things too much.

Wanda shrugs her shoulders, her playful smirk returning. “Perhaps you're overthinking things a bit. Honestly, if I was truly offended, I would've said something. As for wanting space,” she continues, her gaze drifting over to the tousled sheets, “I didn't think it was a big deal.”

Swallowing your surprise, a tiny smile forms on your lips. Maybe, just maybe, you've been looking at the entire situation wrong. Maybe the pillow barrier, the shared space, and the soft morning greeting weren't as loaded with meaning as you thought.

Maybe, with Wanda, things were just simpler.

And yet, somehow, you’re disappointed by that possibility.

It means she doesn’t care if you get your room sooner or later.

It means she wouldn’t miss you as much as you would when you permanently get to sleep in your own bed.

“So… we’re good?” you ask tentatively.

Wanda simply nods. An awkward silence quickly follows and your attention is inadvertently drawn to the pillow strewn aside, its memory fresh and horrifying.

“Uh, nothing happened, but,” you say, coughing into your fist nervously. “I’ll make sure to wash that pillow.”

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buckybarnesthings · 8 months

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NEW STORY ALERT 🚨

The Grey Witch (Bucky x OC)

The plot

This is the story of Aspyn Davis and her journey becoming an Avenger, she'll make new adventures but will she ever truely out run her past. She's holding her cards close to her chest when it comes to her past, she has connection with Hydra where she was taken forcefully and used as a lab rat for every experiment some only enhanced her witchy capabilities others gave her new abilities which would rival that of The Winter Soldier himself. She was never used as a weapon as Hydra didn't believe a woman could ever take on a man in combat and win. They always underestimated her. During her time at Hydra she saw more than she was meant to and even met some of their weapons.

Nick Fury found her causing havoc on the streets of New York after searching for her for months and he put her into training until she revealed her abilities, he then set her up with a mentor. Her mentor was none other than the famed Scarlet Witch, they were working together for a month before Fury decided the Avengers could benefit from Aspyn's presence. But her arrival wasn't met with a lot of open arms, some even avoided her at all costs without knowing her.

Whilst the team comes to terms with the latest addition a storm starts brewing at a cosmic level and unlikely alliances are made.

Read along as Aspyn starts a new chapter in her life, amending all her wrong doings and avoiding her past. She'll come to find that the truth never stays hidden when certain paths cross but will friends turn to foes or will they stick around and see things out for the greater good.

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This story will contain 18+ content and possibly triggering experiences.

Including but not limited to: sex, explicit language, violence, assault, torture and other (to be listed at the begin of the chapters)

I cannot control your actions from here but you have been warned.

Please do not copy or share this story without prior permission from myself.

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squippy360 · 2 years

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Hey

Do u gotten a fic coming today?

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Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers x Male reader x Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes x Wanda Maximoff

Cw:(squirting, choking, dirty talk, riding, breeding, lots of horny, lots of gay)

You were a new and adorable addition to the avengers. But it wasn't all that fun to be honest. The team always excluded you from everything. Meetings, conversations, and…special activities they would do. You didn't know why they did this to you, you were always confused by their behavior.

Friday had come and I was searching in the tower for the Avengers. I had checked from the bottom floor to the top and my final stop was the highest floor. I leaned against the elevator with a huff. "This is not what I expected when I took this job…" I sighed. The door opened and I stepped out. I could hear noises coming from the living room. I walked over and blushed at the scene.

Bucky had Tony on his knees and practically fucking him into the floor. He had his metal arm on the nape of Tony's neck and Tony's high pitched moans filled the room with each thrust. "I'm going to breed that perfect fucking ass you have~ Yeah you like that~ *smack* *smack* scream out my name~ Fun your little brains out until you can't fucking think anymore~ Your a slut on my cock~ Remeber that." Bucky growled out and leaned down to bite him.

Steve was lying on the floor under Natasha and Wanda while the 2 girls fingered themselves above him, making out with each other. Natasha and Wanda moan loudly in their kiss and squirt all over Steve. Steve came on his tummy and licked his lips. I shifted at the uncomfortable feeling in my pants and let out a fake cough. They all looked over at me with shocked expressions. "…What's happening?" I asked.

"It's just something we do every Friday." Tony breathed out. "Can I join?" You asked. They all began to get up, gathering their clothes to go and wash off. "No." They said and walked off, leaving you still feeling hot.

Over the next week, you kept begging all of them if you could join. You didn't listen when they declined your request but you still kept persisting. Friday had come again and you were searching for the Avengers. He made his way down the elevator to their gym and stopped in his tracks.

"Ngh- Ah! Buckyyyyy~ Deeper~ Ye-es!! Fuck me like the whore I am!! Yeeess!! Breed me!! Breed me with your big cock!!" Tony begged out loudly. I peeked Inside and saw Tony lying on his back with Bucky was on top of him, fucking him. Bucky had his metal arm on Tony's neck and thrusting harshly into him. Tony had a hand on Bucky's arm and was staring at Bucky. Bucky had his hand on Tony's cock and jerked him off. Natasha was on her knees above Steve's face. She was fingering herself over his face and Wanda was jerking his cock, spanking his thighs and edging him. Steve had pleasure tears going down his face and he begged them to let him cum.

I stood there for a few seconds before quickly running to my room. I whimpered and quickly stripped my clothes. My cock sprang out and I felt the pressure from my pants let go. I grabbed a pillow from my bed and put it over my crotch. I raced back to the room and bursted through the doors. They stopped and looked over at me with a shocked expression. I throw the pillow off, revealing my hard 10 inch cock. They stared at me, eyes looking up and down my body.

"Alright. That's enough." Steve said and sat up. I sweatdropped and tensed. 'Oh no. I think I'm about to get yelled at…" I thought and looked down in embarrassment. "Let's let M/n join." Steve said. I looked up at them in shock. Natasha smirked and patted the floor next to Steve. Bucky took the pillow and put it under Tony and went back to pounding him. Tony cried out and threw his head back on the floor.

Natasha smirked and picked me up bridal style. I gasped and clung onto her. She began to suck me off while Wanda went back to fingering herself all over Steve. I squirmed in her grasp but she had an iron grip. I whimpered at the bruise that she was making on my thigh. I kind of liked it.

"Oh Baby~ Mommy's going to take care of you soon good~" She growled in my ear and bit my earlobe. I shivered and let out a light moan. She tossed me over to Wanda. Wanda caught me and started sucking me off. I gasped and bit my knuckle and threw my head back.

The heat in my tummy started to grow as I heard Tony let out a long moan and came on his tummy. Natasha squirted on Steve's cock and let out a long groan and threw her head back. "Close…!!" I cried out. They laid me down above Tony. My head was next to Tony's as Steve lubed my cock. He lowered himself on my cock and began to fuck himself on me.

"Ah!! Steve!!" I moaned out loudly and arched my back. I whimpered as I saw Natasha and Wanda fuck themselves right beside us. They moaned as their cunts humped each other. I felt Steve's hand on my nipples. I threw my head back and whined out.

Tony stared up at Steve lovingly before pulling him into a kiss. Bucky growled and slapped his ass. Tony moaned loudly and came again. Tears of pleasure started coming down my face. "P-Please Steve~ M-My chest is s-super sensitive- AH!!!" I cried out as I felt him pinch my nipples. Bucky gripped my hair and pulled me into a kiss. My thighs twitched in pleasure and I submitted to Bucky.

Wanda and Natasha got up and came back over to us. Wanda stood over me and Wanda stood over Tony. They moaned out loudly and came on us. Steve and Bucky pulled out. Steve started jerking me off and sucking my tip. Bucky straddled Tony's hips and came on his face. I kissed Bucky and came on Steve's face.

We stilled for a while, enjoying the silence for a bit. Bucky got up and picked Tony up and went to the showers. Steve got up and helped me up and followed them to the showers. Natasha and Wanda went to the Women's bathroom and took a shower. After all of us were done, we went to the living room for a movie night. We all ended up falling asleep on each other and cuddled together.

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Sweet giggles

A/N: this is a request for @tickle-beans, sorry it took me so long to write! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Kate and America decide it’s a good idea to steal Wanda’s candy, until Wanda makes them realize just how bad of an idea it actually was.

Word count: 2070

“Are you sure we won’t get in trouble for this?” America asked, looking at the huge pile of candy sitting in front of her on the couch in Kate’s apartment. Kate had urged the young girl to follow her into her room five minutes earlier, and while America had been confused, she couldn’t help but drool a little the moment she had seen the overload of sugar.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll be fine!” Kate promised with a wide grin, looking at it with pride. She and America were well-known for their love for sweets, and the others had quickly learned the hard way to either hide away their stash of snacks or lose it. And since it hadn’t been stashed away, that meant that she could take it, right? Exactly!

“But what if it’s not meant for us?” America insisted, yet didn’t look that sorry either as she sat herself down on the couch, taking one of the gummy bears in her hand.

“Well in that case, I’ll go buy them new candy tomorrow or something! Don’t worry so much, have some candy!” Kate urged, playfully jabbing the young girl in her ribs several times to make her giggle. This was all the motivation America needed, apparently, as the two of them started diving in. Kate knew that she was gonna have stomach issues later, because of the ridiculous amount of sugar she was eating, yet that was simply something future Kate would have to deal with. The more candy they ate, the more they started giggling, feeling giddy from the sugar rush. Candy, music, friendly company, everything seemed perfect at that moment.

That was, until they heard loud footsteps stomping down the hallway, in their direction. Seconds later, the door of Kate’s apartment flew open, revealing Wanda. The Scarlet Witch looked at the duo with her hands on her hips, immediately noticing all the empty candy wrappers spread over the floor, and just how little of the original pile was left.

“I knew it! Kate! America! I turn my back for five minutes and you two go running with my snacks!” She said, sounding rather annoyed. Kate and America looked at her, looked at each other, and finally burst out laughing. Wanda shook her head and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Oh no! I’m sorry!” America managed to say between her giggles, actually feeling sorry but being unable to stop herself from laughing as she looked at Wanda. With her hands on her hips, she DID look like a mom.

“S-sorry!” Kate giggled, covering her mouth with one hand as she laughed. The witch shook her head and let out a deep breath.

“I told you!” America hissed to Kate, who just started giggling faster. Wanda could tell that they were very high on sugar, obviously from eating all her candy. And while she tried to stop it from happening, she could feel the corners of her mouth tug upwards as she listened to those giggles. Still, she couldn’t just let them off like that.

“Now who thought it was a good idea to steal all my candy I placed in the kitchen? Hm?” Wanda questioned, raising an eyebrow at the duo. They instantly pointed at each other, which earned an eye-roll from Wanda and a gasp from America.

“Hey! You literally dragged me in here with the candy!” The teen cried out while looking at Kate with a look of betrayal. When said archer merely shrugged with a grin, America reached out to squeeze at her side, making Kate snort and curl up. And it gave Wanda the perfect idea. With a swift move of her hand, she lifted both Kate and America into the air, making them squeal in surprise.

“Woah hey! What are you doing?!” Kate cried out in giggles, still not quite used to the sensation of floating mid-air. America on the other hand, who had requested Wanda to make her fly multiple times already, was pretending to be an airplane, now fully comfortable with Wanda and her magic.

“You two stole my candy, so I feel like I need to punish you for it… and since you’re already giggling so much, what better way than to tickle you?” Wanda suggested, a mischievous smile creeping onto her face. She couldn’t help but smirk evilly at the way Kate’s and America’s eyes widened with anticipation, immediately squirming in her grasp.

“No! No wait, I’ll get you candy tomorrow! I promise!” Kate said, squirming in the invisible hold, unable to hold back a nervous giggle. Wanda held her chin and pretended to think about it, before shaking her head at the brunette.

“Hmm… nope, sorry, no can do! I wanted to eat candy today, but now I can’t. You ate my candy, so I tickle you to death,” She chuckled, noticing right away how America hid her face in her hands.

“Stop saying it out loud!” The teen whined with a giggle, obviously trying to hide her embarrassed blush. Wanda couldn’t help but chuckle as she looked at her young friend with a fond expression. She knew that Kate was the real culprit in this scenario, yet she’d take any excuse to mess with America.

“Stop saying what? Oh you mean tickle? Stop saying tickle?” Wanda teased as she walked up to her, scribbling her nails against her sides. The teen shrieked and immediately brought her arms down, only to find them immobile in the air.

“No! NohohohohoOHOHO! NO WAHAHAHAIT!” America cried out, a steady stream of giggles filling the room as Wanda focused on one of her weakspots. Unable to move her arms or legs at this point, she merely threw her head back and let out her laughter. Kate, also suspended in the air, could only watch in anticipation as two of Wanda’s red wisps floated in her direction.

“Wait? Wait for what?” She questioned with a raised brow, smirking widely as Kate started giggling hysterically when the wisps tickled her stomach. The archer started patting her own belly, as if trying to stop the magic, while her giggles grew faster and louder with every second. Wanda continued scribbling her nails against America’s sides, occasionally scratching them against the middle of her stomach.

“Nohohohohohoho! Ahahah! S-stop! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!” The teen squealed, her eyes closed shut and her nose curled up from laughing as she tugged at her limbs.

“That’s kind of the point, you know, since I’m tickling you,” The witch teased, suddenly moving her hands upwards as she started vibrating her fingertips into her ribs. America howled from the ticklish sensations, arching her back as far as she could before letting out a scream of laughter when Wanda tickled her stomach again with both hands.

“WANDAHAHA PLEEEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T!” The poor teen cried out, and Wanda could tell that she needed a break. Deciding to be merciful, the witch pulled her hands away to give America a breather.

“You really are too ticklish for your own good,” Wanda chuckled while ruffling her hair, leaving America hanging in the air to walk towards Kate, who was still giggling madly from the wisps teasing her stomach and sides.

“Plehehehehease! Mahahahake it stohohohohohop!” Kate giggled, curled up into a ball into the air. Wanda smiled widely at the cute sight, yet ignored her plea for mercy completely. Instead she waved her hand, causing Kate’s arms to be stuck in the air next to her body.

“Now, I know that you’re actually the one that took the candy here, and just for that little lie I’m gonna punish you a little bit more,” Wanda teased with a wink, earning a giggle and a whine from her friend. The wisps disappeared, causing Kate to let out a sigh of relief. However, when Wanda rolled up her shirt to expose her bare stomach, the brunette started squirming in the air.

“No! Noohohoho plehehease! Wanda! You cahahan’t!” Kate pleaded, giggles from anticipation escaping her lips as she looked at her friend. Her stomach was her biggest weakspot, and to her dismay, literally everyone knew about it. Wanda winked again before gently fluttering her nails over Kate’s toned stomach. It took less than a second for the brunette to throw her head back with a squeal, loud giggles filling the room again.

“I can, and I will,” The witch grinned, fluttering her nails all over her stomach while keeping the touch light and gentle, knowing it worked best against Kate. The red wisps came into existence once more, this time floating towards her neck, and by the time they touched her skin Kate was an absolute giggling mess. America looked at her friends with a wide smile, the contagious laughter making her giggle as well.

“That’s what you get for throwing me under the bus like that,” She said teasingly to Kate, before shrieking loudly in surprise as one of the wisps started tickling her ribs. “No wait! Nohohoho!”

“Giggle some more for me,” Wanda grinned, turning her attention back to Kate as she wasted no time in tickling the archer to death. Her nails fluttered against her sides, lightly poked all over her front ribs and gently scratched against the center of her stomach, sending Kate straight into hysterical laughter.

“YOU’RE KIHIHIHILLING MEEEHEHHEHEEEE! WAANDAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Kate squealed, sucking in her stomach in an futile attempt to escape from the nails, knowing that there was nothing she could do to escape her ordeal. She could only float and suffer.

“Now now, no need to be so dramatic, I’m only mildly torturing you,” Wanda chuckled, yet pulled her hands away to grant her younger friend a break. Kate let out breathless giggles from the gentle tickles on her neck, slowly catching her breath as she looked at Wanda.

“I’m sorry for eating all your candy,” She managed to say between giggles, causing Wanda to blink. She had temporarily forgotten about the candy and had been tickling her friend because it was fun. And she could tell that Kate was being genuine, so with a wave of her hand she made the wisps tickling her neck disappear.

“Hmm… okay, you’re forgiven. But! I’m not done with you yet,” Wanda smirked, giving her another wink. Kate’s eyes lit up at the first part, before letting out another half-hearted groan at the second part.

“Oh come on!” She giggled, yet it was obvious she didn’t really mind. Her love for tickles was well-known among her friends, something they all loved taking advantage of.

“Ah, none of that, you know what you did! My candy is still swimming in there!” Wanda said, playfully raising an eyebrow as she poked the middle of her stomach several times. Kate started cackling loudly again, giving her a pleading expression.

“NO! Plehehease not thehehere!” She nearly begged, clearly unable to handle more tickles on her stomach. Wanda pretended to think about it, before suddenly wiggling her nails into the brunette’s underarms.

“Alright, I’ll go here instead~” Wanda said with a mischievous smile, knowing that she switched a bad spot for another, just as bad, spot. As expected, Kate let out a shriek of laughter from the tickles under her arms, desperately trying to pull her arms down.

“WANDAAAHAHAHAHAHAA!! PLEEEHEHEHEHHEASE!” She cried out, arching her back while closing her eyes shut. Being immobile made it tickle that much more.

“Please tickle your armpits a bit more? Yes?” Wanda teased, sending the archer in another fit of loud laughter. She knew that Kate could take a lot of tickles, which made it all the more fun to torment the young archer. She continued scribbling her nails into her hollows and over her biceps until Kate fell into silent laughter, cheeks a bright red, before finally pulling her hands away. Wanda let out a chuckle and lowered both girls to the ground, pulling the remaining wisp away from America. The duo let out their remaining giggles while catching their breath while laying on the floor, defeated.

“Now, Kate, you’re gonna go get me candy tomorrow. And if I don’t get the exact same pile that I bought today… well, I think you can figure out what will happen to you both,” Wanda said with an evil grin, before waving them off. The two girls waited until the witch had left before letting out a collective groan. Kate looked at America for a second before letting out a second groan.

“Don’t even say it.”

“I told you so!”

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Prompt: A mission goes wrong and the reader is seriously injured ... the consequences change her life and the only thing that comes to her mind is to drive away any person. Including her girls.

TW: blindness, heart problema

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The human body is frighteningly easy to broken; we use it in all possible ways, every day with a sword of Damocles pointed overhead, the hand of time passing, getting closer and closer to the time when it all ends. We take it for granted too many times, our body ... its resistance and all that it has to endure given our recklessness. Hell, your body has every right to object. You're surprised it didn't do this before. Although it was inevitable, however, you could only be upset and feel, well ... betrayed, when it abandoned you completely and you found yourself on the ground, no longer certain and with every single limb that seemed to be made of concrete, too heavy to be moved even partially. It took just a moment of inattention, one like many others in the past but with a decidedly devastating ending. You heard Natasha and Wanda scream your name as your head collided with one of the many cars parked along the street. It was a beautiful day, until it wasn't and your world went dark .…………………………………………...............................

A small moan leaves your lips as you wake up; you try to move your body but all you can get is pure pain and you decide to stop. "Hey, detka ... stop, you'll hurt yourself" You recognize that accent even after a billion years; you turn to the Sokovian and give her a small smile. "Hey Wands" Your voice is hoarse, so hoarse that a few seconds later Wanda a glass to your lips, making you sip some water before letting you lie down again. "You can take the bandage off, what is it ... whatever I have on my eyes please?" I want a kiss but I'd rather watch my beautiful girlfriend as I receive it . ” The amused smirk on your face quickly disappears as Wanda sobs and her hand quickly reaches your face. She strokes your cheeks and you can feel her crying as it comes towards your eyes. "I'm so sorry y / n " Wanda sobs a little louder and you are about to ask her what she means but the door opens with a thud, making you wince and a familiar scent invades your nostrils. "Dorogoy, you are awake, " Natasha says with evident relief in her voice. Despite the affection in her voice, you also hear a poorly concealed worried tone from your girlfriend. You hear them whispering something but you can't understand a single word and the bad feeling you had starts to grow more and more until you can't stand it anymore. “Nat, Wanda, what's going on? » The truth is a bitter friend and whoever said it… fuck, had a fucking right. They sit on the bed and tell you what happened; how that gorilla Fisk threw you into a car and you hit your head so hard that you had a seizure and caused you a brain hemorrhage that damaged your brain irreparably and, in particular, your vision. You would probably never see again. You stand still and listen, gripped in a vise by your girls while the awareness of what your life would have been and how changed, from that moment on, runs over you like a truck. Your heart starts beating hard, so hard that you don't hear their voices screaming your name or Wanda 's hand on your chest trying in every way to calm you down; your body can't handle any more stress. The beeping of the machines increases, dominated only by the worried voices of your girls calling the doctors and trying, at the same time, to calm you down but whitout fortune. And then, as the doctors walk into the room, your body decides it's had enough. …………………

It wasn't easy to adjust to your new life. It wasn't at all and despite the countless times you've been told it wasn't going to be easy ... well, you didn't really believe it would be that hard. “ Hey, how are you feeling today? » Jemma strokes your arm. You turn your head to where you heard her voice, giving her a smile. “ Shit, Jem, like the last six months. » You shake your head, embittered. You have no special powers or abilities, you were a spy but without sight ... without sight, you are nothing. Nothing. Not an Avenger, not a SHIELD agent Jemma sighs, knowing her she will be shaking her head. The biochemist removes the stethoscope from her neck and listens to your heartbeat. For six months now, he has been checking both your brain reaction and your heart condition. The reason? In addition to having lost your sight, fate had also wanted to grant you other physical problems, including a nice cardiac arrhythmia that had exempted you from any kind of sporting activity or not. You can't help but be shit. “ I can't even imagine how difficult it is but you are not alone; you have me, Daisy, Natasha and Wanda; they ... " " I'm a burden to them Jemma, I can't be an Avenger or a spy anymore, I can't do practically anything alone ... I'm useless Jem " Your voice is little more than a whisper and the pain in your words leave the stethoscope to hold you in a hug. “ Honey, you are not a burden. Even if you are no longer an Avenger they love you and want to take care of you; Natasha called this morning, again, and Wanda sent you a dozen messages ... You've been avoiding them for six months y / n, they're worried and this doesn't even make you feel good and it doesn't make them feel good " You know that what Jemma is saying is the truth, man if you know. With the loss of sight you have also lost a piece of your heart. Maybe it's honeyed to say but that's what you felt when you decided on any bridge with Natasha and Wanda and with the Avengers and the SHIELD. You even ignored three or four phone calls from Fury but you couldn't have done otherwise, you were better than you. And you were right, you're still sure you made the right choice but, at the same time, that doesn't mean it didn't make you feel bad. And Jemma knows it, she reads it in your face and the same thing goes for two of the people who love you the most in this universe. The two Avengers are no longer the same since they "lost" you. “ I did it for them Jem, they'll get over it ... they probably did and even if they haven't already, it's still the right choice. You can't convince me otherwise. » Damn, you don't believe your words either but you have to convince yourself, you don't have many other options after all. « Y / N ... y / n, calm down. Breathe… you have to breathe » You don't realize you are hyperventilating until Jemma puts her hand on your chest, right above your heart, inhaling and exhaling loudly to try to get her breathing to follow you. It takes a minute decision for your breathing to settle down and your heart to turn a crayon on a regular basis. " I'm sorry " You whisper. You feel a gust of wind, a sign that Jemma is strictly shaking her head. " No, don't apologize for that, you can't control it ." Jemma puts her arm around your shoulders, hugging you in a comforting hug. " I love you y / n but you really have to start taking care of yourself " " I ... I'm doing it, my way"

………..

You remain silent, there is too much of it in your apartment since you kicked out Wanda and Natasha, without giving them any kind of explanation and simply changing the lock on the door. Not that they didn't want to be able to enter anyway, if they wanted to. But despite your trying with all your strength to get away from them ... you did not succeed and - above all - you did not forget them. It's useless to keep lying to yourself, you still keep touching the other side of the bed, looking for their warmth and feeling your heart sink into your chest as you relive the same nightmare every time you wake up, every damn day. But it's your fault and it's useless to feel sorry for you. You sigh, running your fingers over your face, brushing your still closed lids as you push back a sob. You get on the bed, put your hand against the wall on your left and stand up. You follow the wall, your fingertips being hampered by the friction between the skin and the rough wall. Your hand stops against the door jamb and you walk through it, walking forward and counting exactly ten steps before turning left. Another 37 steps and you arrive in the kitchen; you touch the edge of the counter with your right hand, following its delicate lines until you reach the refrigerator. Ever since you lost your sight, you have had to adapt. After refusing the help of anyone who cared about you, leading them to walk away - what an idiot you were - you memorized exactly 'where' exactly 'what' was in your small apartment in downtown Brooklyn, counting the liabilities you would have. had to do to move from place to place. It hadn't been easy. It hadn't been at all. You have tested the wall more in those months than any other living thing in its entire life. ………………………………………..………………… «Good morning y/n » A voice you haven't heard in a very long time makes you stop suddenly. Although the former killer spent years eliminating her Russian accent, you can actually still hear it under that American accent forced by the Red Room. “Natasha, what are you doing here? » You hope that the butterflies in your stomach, just hearing his voice, won't show in your facial expression. " I was supposed to come here a long time ago, we both had to. " You frown; a confused look flashes across your face as you struggle to understand his words even though they make absolutely no sense to you. «Good morning detka » Wanda's broken voice reaches your ears and forces you to back away towards the wall behind you. Or at least you think there is the wall behind you, considering that at the moment, for the amazement, you would not be able to even remember where the bathroom is. Natasha jumps forward and grabs you by the arm, making him stop. “ Hey, be careful. You were about to go against the table » Natasha looks worried; you feel a shift to your left and a second hand rests on your back. « Detka ... we are sorry to be swooped in this way but we are worried, we love you and coming here was the only way to know how you were, to see you. You have not answered our calls or our messages since ... » The redhead does not finish the sentence, there is no need. You all three know what she is referring to; that day is imprinted in your minds. In yours, like the worst of your life.

You take a deep breath, biting your lip subconsciously as you remain silent. You don't know what to say, you would like to run into their arms and let yourself be rocked gently but you promised.

You promised yourself that you would let them live their lives without you, without an additional burden.

Damn y/n, we love you, why are you pulling us away? We want to be by your side.”

No, you know you are. They know that you are a burden to them, they must know. Damn, you gotta kick them out now before your stupid fucking heart forces you to run into their arms. "You must leave"

You say in such a cold tone that you surprise yourself, but you don't hide very well.

You hear Wanda gasp and Natasha let out a very loud sigh. « Y/n… please don't walk away again. You can't go through this alone, we are here for you »Wanda whispers and tries to get closer again but when she sees that you are about to leave again, she stops.

Natasha shakes her head, her gaze turns into a pissed look, and before Wanda can even try to stop her fury, the Russian starts talking. “ No, you won't be acting like shit with us again. Wanda cried so fucking many times, I cried… you ignored us for six months! Fuck y / n, fuck it. "

Natasha's pain, badly concealed under anger, makes you tremble. Your heart begins to beat fast, your chest tightens as your breath gets shorter and shorter. Fuck, Jemma told you it could happen but fuck, you didn't think it would actually happen. And right in front of the two of them. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Natasha's fury subsides when she sees the irregularity of your chest rising and falling. Wanda approaches you with a snap and when she sees that you are not walking away, her concern increases.

" Hey, detka, are you okay? What is happening?"

Her voice comes muffled to your ears; you stretch out your arm looking for any contact with the Sokovian, a foothold to lean on and as soon as you find it, you collapse in her arms clutching your chest with a grimace of pain on your face.

"Is it the heart? Y/n, it’s the heart? " Natasha kneels in front of you two, placing two fingers under your chin and pushing against your vein to feel your pulse. Her fears are confirmed when she feels how fast your heartbeat is. Too fast. « Черт, Ты идиотка (fuck, you're an idiot)… Wanda calls an ambulance! She is having a heart attack "

The Sokovian hugs you in her arms, in a panic, while with shaking hands she dials 911 on the phone before speaking to the operator.

Chest pain intensifies; the voices of Natasha and Wanda call you screaming but you no longer hear anything. Darkness is the only thing you keep feeling as you lose consciousness, your body leaving lifeless in Wanda's arms.

Your last thought is that you wished you could stay with them one last time and apologize… but you won't be able to do that anymore.

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