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vase-of-lilies · 2 years ago

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Levels of Intimacy-Phase One; Part One

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (f)

Warnings: Death of minor characters, fainting, some swearing, heavy talk of tsunamis, power containing restraints, bickering, hydro-powers

A/n: Here is the first chapter of my new series Levels of Intimacy! It is quite a long chapter, but I hope you enjoy it anyway:) I am so so so so so so sorry this took so long. I had to figure out the other chapters because I wrote 6,000 words of the first "level of Intimacy" (emotional) so I figured I would put it in different phases:) ANYWAY hope you like this series I have been working on! (Reposted because of blog deletion)

Control…

Something you wish you were capable of. When you were angry, or sad, panicked in any way there was nothing that you could do to stop the water. Not just from your eyes, but everywhere. It started small, just after the tsunami hit. A bright light filled your vision once the water calmed down. Never before had you seen such a beautiful light.

A buzzing, electricity, floating? It all happened far too fast for anyone to see or feel or embrace. But it was slow motion for you as the power surged through your veins just like water rushes through a river, never fully stopping until it reaches a calm body of water. Even when it does stop, it never really does. A current flows beneath the surface of the water giving the fish below a place to swim instead of freeze. What is truly beautiful about this, is a phenomenon that not a lot of people think about. Water is everywhere. In puddles, in drinks, rain, snow, ice, even the cement that builds our work places, and homes. It’s everywhere.

Whats even more amazing is the fact that water is connected. The water that can be drank by other people is most likely connected to the early times such as dinosaurs or even the water that flooded your home town off the island of Tahiti, where you, your mother and father lay un-peacefully rested. The wave not only of water but dread grew bigger and bigger as time went on, as time went on, so did the lives of thousands of people. You being one of the only survivors.

As time went on, so did your life and your dreams. The survivors guilt that hit you the following weeks and months after the disaster kept you from going to work, showering, taking care of yourself. You felt as if you should have been the one to die, not your parents. Or the friendly neighbor just down the street. Even your enemies who have passed on. You felt the guilt ripping away at your skin every morning when you woke up. Woke up… Something that felt so wrong.

As time went on, you move to a different country. You were American born anyway, and living in Tahiti was something your parents had always dreamed of. Going back to the US for some comfort of a big city with no ocean in the center, felt like the next best option. However, the country side did no good. It was too dry, and boring in your opinion. You needed the ocean. Something you dreaded, but needed. It was almost a sense of control, not being so close that you could touch it, but being so close that you could control never to go near it.

Giving you a sense of control also Brought you to the tower that most would call a beacon of light. Some would call a magnet of death. But to you, it was a place that you felt you belonged. With the freaks. The moment you walked into the tower sporting the large “A” at the top, you knew it was a regret, but you pushed through anyway. Setting your mind on finding Tony, or Steve or anyone who had a decent idea of what you could do was your goal.

The woman at the front desk was… difficult. Not letting you get one word in. “Ma’am pl-” Once again, cut off by the woman at the desk. You anger was rising, and you were afraid you would cause something horrible. Pounding your fist on the desk, you demanded you see Mr. Stark. “I need to see him! It is very important, and at this point, life or death. Just get me an appointment with him, or Mr Rogers. Anyone!” You glared at the blond woman, glaring back at you with a stare so sharp it could cut through a layer of tempered glass.

With a sigh, she nodded. “You have ten minutes. Do you understand? He is a very busy ma-”

“Yes! Im fine with that. Where do I go?” You proceeded to interrupt her this time. Pointing to the elevator, you immediately run to them, not even noticing the flood of security guards after you. Once the door closed, you let out a breath you did not know you were holding. “Dear god, how hard was it just to point me in this direction?” You ask aloud to yourself. Clicking the button labeled with an “S” at the very top, you assumed that was Starks office.

The small ding once the elevator stopped moving up, and up, and up made you jump slightly. The water in your water bottle starting to bubble. When you entered the room, there were people already sitting on couches but they did not look like normal civilians like you. They were thee Avengers.

“Can we help you Miss?” A strong, deep voice asked you as you rushed into the lobby, quickly stopping once you noticed everyone. “I- I- I need to speak to Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers. The receptionist said I had ten minutes and the security guards I fear are already here. Please this is urgent.” The begging in your voice was something that Steve recognized. He nodded to Tony, and gestured for you to follow him.

“What on earth is so important?” You slam your water bottle onto the table, and you sit down. Concentrating on making the water start to bubble and soon the small bubbles exit the open top of the bottle. “This. This is so fucking important. I don’t know what happened to me, and I’m scared I’ll hurt someone.” Your voice cracks, sending a small shiver down Steves spine. Wanda was just the same way, Steve thought. Scared and unknowing of the danger of not being able to control something. Instead, being controlled by it. “Whats your name?” Steve asks, looking at you with a pitiful yet genuine smile. “Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n. I was struck by the tsunami that hit the shores of Tahiti and after everything, th-this curse was given to me an-and I don’t know what to do.”

You stare at the water bottle that now sits empty, the water in a sphere just above the desk. Losing focus, the water was dropped, sending the liquid everywhere onto the floor. With a sigh, Tony groans as he sees the mess. “Ok, ok. Let me get you some water, that you’ll drink I hope. And then I’ll get someone who might be able to help.” Steve says as he instantly thinks of Wanda once again. The woman going through the same thing. Finding her inner peace with herself, and her acceptance of her abilities.

As you help Tony clean up the mess you made around the floor below you, a woman comes in. A small smile rests on her face as she sees you, and your heart tugs at something. Something you have never felt before. You look up, and your eyes meet the woman eyes. If the energy coming from between you and the woman alike, the connection would be visible. The strong feeling that pulled you to look at her also pulled you to stand up. The beautiful woman standing above you looked like a goddess that had just lost her crown, but was still the rightful ruler of a kingdom. She looked like she was glowing…

She smiles and holds her hand out to you. “Im Wanda Maximoff, but please just call me Wanda.” Her voice is of a nightingale in love with its mate, the beautiful sound filling the sky when the two lovers are together. It’s soft, gentle and could even sing someone to sleep if she really tried. As you shake off your thoughts, you hesitate when you see her hand. Slowly taking a hold of it, she shakes it softly and pulls away.

“Whats your name?” She asks, sitting down in the chair next to yours, smiling as she watches you sit down next to her. ��I- Im Y/n.” You hide your hands in your lap, scared that if you move anything something might actually happen. “That is a beautiful name.” She whispers, feeling the connection herself that was felt not even minutes earlier. “Thank you, I- I really like your name too. Is it Sokovian?” You guess, your mind some how feeling connected to her name as well. She nods her head yes, her smile widening as you recognize where she is from. But you mostly recognized the accent, putting her somewhere in the middle east.

She slowly reaches for your hands, and you jump; Your hands flying away from her. “Hey, Im not going to hurt you…” She whispers, giving you a smile as she holds onto your cold and shivering hands. “You were in the Tahiti tsunami, weren’t you?” She asks, having no knowledge of this before. She could sense that you used to love the ocean, and loved swimming and playing in the waves. But once mother nature became too powerful, and you became too comfortable, all of that was destroyed by her and the city slowly rebuilt itself. Yourself included.

You had to rebuild going outside again, getting up in the morning, eating, showering, even sleeping. Day in and day out was staring at the picture of your mother and father and the only thought on your mind was when the next natural disaster will hit you next. It was a trauma shake and Wanda knew what it was like. She was reading you like a book and was not hiding that she was reading your mind. Her eyes glowed a subtle red as she dug through your memories to the day that took everything from “Your mother and father… they loved you very much, I know they did.” Your brows furrowed as you watched her. “Y-you didn’t know my parents. You don’t even know me. I was just some victim of something I can’t control and I just have to hide myself away from the world. I thought if I came here I could get help, but it just makes me look like a freak.” A sigh exits your mouth as you pull your hands from Wandas soft

Wanda frowns as you pull away, her eyes going back to the warm, green color it originally was. “You’re not a freak, you have a gift Y/n. Did you know that you can heal people too?” You tore your eyes off of the water bottle in front of you and looked at Wanda. “Pardon?” You asked, more confused than ever. She nods and calls Bucky in from outside of the room. “This is Bucky, and as you can see he has kind of been roughed up on our last mission. Why don’t you try healing his right arm?” You look at the big, burly man above you, and back down to his arm. Gently, you take his hand and concentrate on one skin abrasion.

Not knowing where to focus your powers, you start with your heart. Seeking out every molecule of energy you had, your eyes begin to glow a light purple as do your hands around Bucky’s hand. As you feel the power surge through your veins and out of your hands, you pull away from Bucky and you look at his now clean and unharmed hand. He smirks at you, and turns to Steve. Not-so-subtly he says “Can we keep ‘er?” You brush off the comment, and turn your attention back to your hands.

“D-did I just fix his hand?” You whisper, Wanda looking at you with a satisfied smile. She nods as she holds your hands, pulling you gently. “Y/n? What do you think about joining the avengers? We- well, I could help you control your powers, and you could help restore what Thanos and other villains have destroyed. You can help people.” Your eyes water as you stare at your hands. The hands that are both capable for hurting, yet helping people all at the same time.

Without answering, gathering your things, or looking at anyone, you stand up and make your way out of the room to the nearest balcony. You needed fresh air, and even if it had to be salty fresh air, then so be it. Tears fell down your cheeks as you stared up at the clouds. “Why did you do this to me? Why me??” Shouting at the sky, you tried to gather your thoughts only ending up in panic attack. One that you might not be able to control as well as your other ones.

You could hear your name, but it was an echo, and a muffle. It was there but it wasn’t. Quickly, the world around you was getting darker by the second, and the people shouting your name felt as if they were a million miles away. As your body hit the floor, the one person who was there to catch your head was Wanda. She was quick and agile as she reached you, being so caring and loving towards you. “We have to get you to med bay.” She says as she picks you up, sliding her arm under your legs and just under your back. As Wanda walked, the swaying of her body made your head roll to the side and you landed right on her chest; Her heartbeat calm and collected, and soothing to count in your head.

Med bay came quicker than anticipated and you were lowered onto the bed, your head softly landing on the pillow and a blanket covering your body. Subconsciously, you hand is drawn to Wandas once again and a small whimper leaves your throat as she pulls away. Bruce notices this, and tilts his head. “I think she likes you, Wands.” He chuckles and prepares his things for an IV and other fluids. Wanda laughs along with him sending jolts of joy through your body as you listen to her voice. But you still would not wake up from this dreadful state you fell into on the balcony. As your breaths even out, Bruce holds your arm and Wanda holds your hand as the needle punctures your skin enough to find a

Bruce smiles as he enters your vein first try, and he brings the needle back, keeping the small tubing inside of your arm. A small groan sounds from your mouth, and you roll onto your side. The blanket keeps you warm but so does Wandas hand holding yours. “Its going to be ok, I promise you.” She whispers as she looks down at you with a small smile on her lips.

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