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[bottom4wanda]

Omg the summary scared me but yay happy ending, thank you very very very much!🫶🫶

Healing Hands pt. 6

Summary: Somebody’s gonna die…

Warnings: mental torture via reliving memories, death, fighting demons/creatures similar to what Wanda sent in MoM, kidnapping, death threats, Agatha being a power hungry bitch, magical torture and bindings, confessions, and many more things that’ll make you go :o or make you stop reading :’)

A/N: Idk how I feel about this ending… :/

pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii, pt. iv, pt. v, pt. vi

*not my gif*

Wanda, Stephen and Wong stood in the sacred library, pages upon pages scanning through Wanda’s vision as she tried to find a way to help you. Frustration built and she slammed the five books floating around her shut, putting them back on the table.

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[haileygarciasunshine]

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

Created: 05/27/21

Last Updated: 05/27/21

[bbparker]

Robot pt.2 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) is a girl who, due to her genetics, has the power to feel and hear everyone’s thoughts and feelings around her. In return for the surrounding teenagers being unable to control their emotions/thoughts, she decides to act as if her own does not exist. (Y/N) is called a robot by many of her peers but she’s far from emotionless, as a certain Peter Parker discovers at one of Tony Stark’s parties.

A/N: Uploading again lmao i’m just excited for this! Also, slight hint to a Bucky imagine that’s coming up!

Warnings: Some swears somewhere…

Words: 2,234

[Part 1] [Part 3] [Playlist]

// Masterlist //

A small silence ensued.

“O-oh sorry! I d-didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… you should smile more often.” When (y/n) didn’t respond just kept staring at him, Peter decided the to make a run for it from this now awkward moment. When Peter turned to walk away his arm was lightly grabbed. “Where are you going, Mr. Parker?”

“Oh, uh I was just going to leave because I was making you uncomfortable…” Lightly turning him towards her once more, (y/n) spoke with kindness in her voice for the first time in a long nine years.

“No, please. I meant no disrespect by not replying and I did not say you made me uncomfortable, Mr. Parker. I was simply shocked. Plus, we haven’t even ordered drinks.”

“O-oh okay uh…”

The bartender getting their orders of fizzy drink, him getting a coke and her a lemonade. The music and talking continued to thump around them. (Y/n) could see people dancing in different styles Nat and her mother being the most prominent and strange dancers. Her mother was attempting to do some form of belly dance and Nat, her mother’s best friend, was trying to grind on her at the same time.

There were worse dancers around, however, not as bad as Steve and Tony. (Y/n) was sure they didn’t have that move in the 40’s, judging by her uncle Steve’s face. Turning to Peter, (Y/n) saw that he was also people watching and she suddenly remembered their original conversational question that brought them over here.

“I believe you were about to tell me about this Spock character and my relation to him and his…?”

“Vernacular?” Peter smirked, sipping on his coke, (y/n) looked at him awkwardly from the side of her eyes. “…Yes.”

 “Okay so, these films called Star Trek began in-”

 For twenty minutes, Peter explained Star Trek and who Mr. Spock was along with the Vulcans culture. For those twenty minutes, (y/n) listened intently and asked questions. Indeed, she was interested in it and these Vulcans, they seemed to have somewhat similar problems to herself.

 "This is… fascinating"

 "You’re legit Mr. Spock, but female.“ Peter laughed throwing his arms out, ultimately spilling his drink on the lady behind him. Hearing a scream and realising his mistake, Peter began apologising. “Oh, my God, ma’am, I am so sorry!” “-asshole-!” “It was an accident!” The woman and Peter were interrupting each other, him apologising and her screaming at him.

 Having enough of the woman’s screeches, (y/n) decided to finally step in; it was after all an accident. Once the woman caught sight of her eclipsing around Peter and her eyes began to widen in shock; anyone who was anyone at this party knew her relations and ties to the Avengers in addition to her abilities.

 “Is there a dispute here that is of such emergency, that you feel the need to disrupt my hearing with your maddening vociferate?” The woman simply could not keep up with (Y/n), deciding to not say anything and leave quickly, not looking back. Peter’s mouth opened and closed multiple times looking and pointing between (y/n) and the lady. “You didn’t have to do that you know, I could have handled it.”

 “Why because you’re Spider-Man? Yeah, you’re an infant here to these people.” She took a drink and hadn’t seemed to catch Peter’s open mouthed and small hurt look. “Yeah, well we can’t all be as perfect as you (y/n) … And how did you know I was Spider-man?” Finally looking at Peter she could see the little bit of hurt on his face and she wondered why she hadn’t detected it with her powers. (Y/n)’s lips turned down slightly in discomfort.

 “I assure you, Mr. Parker, it was simply a fact I concluded of the behavioural kind, I meant no offense. Also, chances of you, a seventeen-year-old boy, knowing Tony Stark? Not likely.” Peter looked at her in confusion, “I analysed you and your mannerisms during your interaction with the lady… and other times…”

Blushing arising on his cheeks from the reminder. Quickly realising her mistake of mentioning she’d been keeping an eye on him, (y/n) moved on.

“Watch, I’ll show you. Now turn around and stop blushing like a tomato.” He laughed and felt the tension leave his body at her more casual tone. Turning around, he and (y/n) both had one arm on the bar each as they lean their backs against it. She had no shame in pointing at people and her first victim: an elderly lady who was wearing a large feathery hat.

“That is Madame Tueclue, pronounced two-clay and never tue-cole, as she so readily reminds me every time I haplessly run into her at events. She’s big in the fashion world but her every being wants to change careers to politics. Right now, she’s thinking about her next unfortunate target to apprehend with her new hobby of political conversation, probably Mr. and Mrs. Abrosh, New York’s mayor and leading lady.” Peter looked over to the balding man who had a very unimpressed woman on his arm.

“The Abrosh’s, though have outwardly good marriage, generally hold hate towards each other. Though the sake of money and careers hold them at each other’s side. Right now, she’s considering approaching that other gentleman who's being eying her all night and having her tenth… no, eleventh affair. Though let’s be honest Mr. Abrosh has probably been doing the same.”

Peter smiled at her conclusions, “so, what’s your point on all this?” “The fact is Peter, that the foolish and selfish people are steadily easier to read. Plus, their attitudes are just common amongst these people…”

He shook his head still not understanding. (Y/n) shook her head, facing the bar once more and ordering another drink. When the bartender left after giving her drink, (y/n) continuing the clarify.

“The point is Mr. Parker, if you want to be an Avenger, you must be able to do more than, excuse my language, ‘kick someone’s ass’. It's compromise and it’s knowing that you have more battles than ones involving the physical. These people have been fighting their whole lives in some cases, having grown up in these environments of pure competitiveness and status. AKA. Tony, who often handles a lot of the Avenger’s press work.”

She continued, failing to notice Peter’s discomfort.

“To these people, you have no status or identity here because nobody knows you’re a superhero, unlike the other Avengers whose identities are public. To these people, you are fresh meat to pick and taunt, for lack of another metaphor. Therefore, you appear an infant, stumbling his way through the social classes.”

��I’m waiting for the part where you say that it’s not meant to be offensive…” The frown on his face was apparent as Peter cringed slightly, the tone was cold but he knew it was just her normal self. “It is not offensive Mr. Parker, it’s the truth.”

"Can I ask you a question (y/n)?” Peter said suddenly and somewhat harshly, frustrated at her coldness.

“You just did.”

“-and you just told a joke…” A slight pause of just (y/n) blinking at him. “What’s your deal?”

“My deal, Mr. Parker?”

“Why are you so…distant, refuse to make friends at school? Why use your analysing skills to judge people rather than talking to them?”

What he didn’t know is that these weren’t analysing skills, the facts came directly from the people themselves.

“I assume you refer to my emotionless persona, do you not?”

“Well, yes. I mean you’re seventeen, yet you act like the worlds already destroyed you. That you know all there is to know about everything and everyone.” His slightly angry tone caused (y/n) to feel a bubble of anger stir within her. He didn’t understand, how could he? She might know about his alternate persona, but not everybody knew hers.

“You walk around with this look in your eye, that without even speaking, someone’s offended you. If someone approaches you, you instantly turn them back. You’ve barely talked to me and you’ve already made presumptions-” His tone showed frustration and somewhat hurt.

“But were they true?”

“That’s not the point! What-is-your-deal…?”

Peters' voice dropped off as he noticed a dangerous look in her eye- even with no expression, he could tell that the small act of kindness she’d show before was now blown n out of the water; he’d overstepped.

“If you must know, not all of us have the luck you do, Parker. Unlike you, I grew up in this environment, I know the stakes. I’ve been in this ‘superhero world’ much longer than you and know every possible outcome, friends aren’t always an option, especially when you have the abilities or have the family I do. I now believe this will be the end of our interactions now and in the future, Mr. Parker. Goodnight.”

Walking away gracefully with a tense figure. Cold, calculated and almost physically threatening anyone that attempts to approach her. (Y/n) hadn’t even realised that what she had been feeling wasn’t the result of someone else’s feelings. They were her own and the boy across her- she hadn’t felt his thoughts or feelings.

Peter stood frozen an incredulous look on his face, the feeling in his chest felt like it was eating him from the inside out. It was like her whole demeanor and speech had paused time. “Shit…" He finally managed, running a hand over his face as he turned back to the bar, hanging his head.

"Oh no, what did you say?” Bucky ruffled his neatly combed hair and Peter swatting him away. After fixing his hair he turned to Bucky, who was leaning over the bar to grab a beer. “I asked her why she was so cold and basically…”

“Why she had no friends?” Peter turned to the man next to him, “You were-” “I was listening.” His mouth in a large smile. “That’s like five levels of invading someone’s personal life!” Peter exclaimed, only to receive a smile in return. “She’s like that with everyone, you’ll just have to learn to get thicker skin and not take it so personally. She doesn’t mean any harm or offense.

"I know I go to school with her…” Peter played with his fingers as Bucky looked back at him while leaning on the bar, beer now in hand. “Then why do you look like she just punched you in the balls and then broke up with you?" Both parties slightly laughed.

"Look (y/n) has been through a lot, personally, and decided that this version of her is best for everyone. I don’t exactly agree but it’s her choice. I can’t even imagine growing up from day one in the center of the fights between good and bad. Especially when she’s like all the Avenger’s kid, she becomes a major target. (Y/n)’s seen a lot of bad things, the fact that she’s how she is some kind of miracle” Sipping on his beer, he saw Peter listening intently.

“W-what happened to her?”

“You see everyone in this room, there’s what, 200 to 250?”

Peter nodded enthusiastically, looking around and seeing some people pulling off quite embarrassing dancing moves. Cringing, Peter faces Bucky and tried to casually lean on the bar like him. Slipping a little, he settles for just sitting on the stool.

“Now, based on her parentage is she had one power what would you think it would be?” Peter thought hard and yet he spoke the first thought to his mind, mentally face palming afterward. “The ability to walk through solid objects?” A loud laugh washed through the air, Bucky clapping Peter on the back. Wiping his eyes after a solid ten minutes, he continued.

“No, but that would be a sight to see. Okay, imagine hearing and feeling every thought and emotion in the room.” Bucky was so casually that Peter wasn’t sure if he was kidding. Looking around Peter could only visualise the many thoughts racing through this room accompanied by bouts of emotion. When Peter caught sight of Mr. Abrosh eyeing a young girl hungrily, he cringed at what thoughts he imagined were going through the oily man’s head.

“Are…are you saying that she can hear and feel all of these people simultaneously?”

Bucky simply tipped his beer in Peters direction as a silent ‘yes’. 

“Is there any way to block it or help her?”

“Easy, keeping your thoughts to yourself. Unfortunately, you can’t ask everyone in the world to do that. As for helping her, what do you think we’ve been trying for nine years. When (y/n)’s first thoughts from others started coming through, she was eight and she thought she was going crazy. Not exactly encouraging, but we tried everything from training her to taking magneto’s head gear and attempting to reverse it somehow. Nothing worked, we just seemed to amplify it.”

Peter let the silence drag on as his thoughts raced. How wrong he’d been to judge her harshly, when she was the only one who could truly see people for how they were. She wasn’t making assumptions at all, as Peter realised, his eyes widening. Peter believed he fucked up so badly that he wasn’t sure there was a way to rectify it; he was sure. Frowning for the millionth time since he arrived at this party, he turned to Bucky.

“How can I-” but Bucky had already left to socialise with Steve and wrap his arms around his girlfriend.

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[smalls-words]

I’m Here

Summary: The public does not love Wanda, but you let her know just how much you care for her, in your own special way.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Spider-Reader

Genre: Lil bit of angst, but very fluffy

Warnings: Death threats, Wanda being sad (hurts me deeply), please let me know if there’s anything else!

Requested: yes/NO

Words: 2,997

A/N - I’m just clearing out my inventory rn, so here’s a super fluffy, slightly angsty fic with a green and blue Spider-Reader :) Also, I know I’ve already done stuff about online hate but she’s been getting so much of it from MoM that I feel she would want cuddles and fluff (this DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS)

*not my gif*

You sat calmly in the main meeting room of the compound, slowly working through your paperwork for your previous mission before you felt two hands come to your shoulders. You smirked softly and felt the slow exhale through a nose by your ear, a chin coming to rest on your right shoulder before arms snaked under yours and made your pen spritz across the paper.

“Wanda…” You groaned, reaching for the whiteout but her arms kept you firmly in place. 

“Hi, detka (baby).” She whispered against your ear, making a shiver travel down your spine.

“H-Hi.��� 

That witch knew how to set you back into default instantly. 

“Cuddles?” She asked, removing her limbs from under yours so that she could spin you around in your chair.

“Wands, I have to get this done by tonight.” 

She pondered the thought for a moment before a red wisp curled around your chair, opening a large gap between the seat and the armrest as she climbed on top of you. You stayed still until she stopped moving, realising that her legs had gone through the new gaps whilst her arms hooked around your back, her face nuzzling into your neck.

“Cuddles.” She sighed, happy.

You smiled widely, happy yourself, and moved closer to the table so you could continue your work. You didn’t know why, but with Wanda there, you seemed to work faster and completed your work within the hour. You clicked your pen and rested it on top, knowing that Fury would be around tomorrow to collect it anyway, and finally wrapped your arms around Wanda.

“Hi, cuddle bug.” You snickered.

“Are you still awake?”

“Mhmm.” She hummed against your neck.

“What’s got you all snuggly today, my love?” You asked.

“Jus’ wanted you close.” 

Your heart melted at the soft response, pulling away slightly to have her eyes meet yours. Those tired little pools of green jumped between your own set of eyes before hers closed and she leaned into you. Her soft lips brushed yours and you sealed the air exhaling from her lungs, simply elated that her lips were against yours. 

She pulled away and held tighter onto you, letting you pick her up and carry her to the couch. You moved to lie down but she shook her head as she felt her body recline, nodding when you asked if she wanted to sit upright. So, you sat down, cradling her ass within your crossed legs, whilst she kept as much of herself attached to you as possible. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked, kissing her temple.

You felt her mind poke yours playfully and you chuckled aloud softly, letting her in. 

*Yes, oh great poker of my mind?* 

*Hi.* Her mind sounded very soft, softer than you’d ever known it to be. 

*Is everything okay in here?* You poked her mind and heard her giggle aloud.

*Yes.*

*Do you want to do something together?*

*Hmm… No, I’m a bit tired.* She answered, her lips parting against your skin to yawn.

*Alright. Would you like for me to hold you whilst you have a nap?* 

She looked up at you and you swear your heart exploded as she rested her chin on your chest. Her head cocked to the side and you knew thoughts were churning behind the hidden wall in her mind as a small smile broke out on her lips. 

*Wanda…* You sent the warning thought, watching her carefully as she climbed further on you.

She called a blanket towards you both and you felt it wrap around your back, cocooning her tightly against you but in a comfortable way. Your collective warmth spread into the blanket and she sighed contently, happily falling asleep in your arms.

You busied yourself with braiding small pieces of hair, the kinds that tufted out from the bottom of her hair; you carefully teased and straightened her eyebrows whilst tracing the shell of her ears, moving flyaways from disturbing her peaceful slumber. 

Eventually, you asked FRIDAY to turn the TV on but keep it on as low as possible, mindlessly watching contestants attempt to win money on game shows. Still, you braided small pieces of Wanda’s hair until you decided to unravel them all, combing your fingers softly through them.

FRIDAY whispered above whilst pausing the TV. “Ms L/N, you have received a Twitter notification. Shall I read it to you or would you like your phone brought to you from the meeting room?” 

You held up two fingers, to which your phone was brought to you, and you thanked FRIDAY with a nod before she disappeared. You opened your phone and went straight into Twitter, seeing a private but anonymous message.

‘How could you ever be with that reckless piece of shit you call your girlfriend? She was there when my brother was killed, and she did nothing to stop it from happening! #GetRidOfScarletWitch’ 

You looked down at the hashtag they used, anger growing in your chest but your laboured breathing made Wanda stir.

“Y/N/N?” She mumbled, sleep fatiguing her mind.

You looked down and smiled warmly at her, the anger in your chest being overridden by love. “Go back to sleep, baby girl.”

You watched her nod and waited until she fell back asleep before you clicked on the hashtag, seeing more than a hundred thousand tweets registered under it, and even more shares.

‘Wanda Maximoff is too powerful, and the government needs to lock her up! #GetRidOfScarletWitch’ 

‘She killed twelve people in that fight in Lagos! #GetRidOfScarletWitch’

‘Wherever you are, Wanda Maximoff, I hope you die and burn in hell for killing my sister! #GetRidOfScarletWitch’ 

‘The Scarlet Witch should be sent back into the Salem Witch Trials and burned at the stake! #GetRidOfScarletWitch’

You scrolled and scrolled until you threw your phone across the couches, not able to afford another but you had to get your anger out somehow. How dare these people say such heinous things? 

You looked down at Wanda and tears began to build in your eyes. How dare they? She was the sweetest soul on the earth - she cooked for you when you were sad, she always searched for you and held you when she was in a loving mood. Yes, she was a little bit broken and fragile but which Avenger wasn’t?

After twenty minutes, you closed your eyes, simply relishing in Wanda’s love for you as you fell asleep too.

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A new mission arrived a week later. You unlocked the bracelet on your wrist and the suit peeled out onto your body, keeping a snug but comfortable fit. You looked over and smiled warmly at Wanda’s suit, although you could see a few design flaws.

You sat next to each other on the jet and you called your mask on before you exited. The building was rigged with booby traps, as HYDRA normally does, but your job was to get through them. You closed your eyes and trusted your tingle, which led you through with ease to the stop button, allowing Wanda to simply walk through.

“Look at my knight in green and blue armour.” She grinned, kissing your cheek before she passed you, your tingle going off but you saw nothing around you. 

“Wanda… Get behind me.” You muttered warningly and she retreated back to you, her eyes glowing. 

You stood back to back, covering each other’s six, before an alarm went off in your suit. 

“Poison gas detected. Mask will not be removed unless clear of gas.” 

You nodded to yourself before you looked back and saw a wisp surround Wanda’s mouth, a gas mask peeling onto her face. She nodded to you and you both walked towards it, but an explosion to your right had you knocked through the building.

Your senses kicked in and you gripped onto the side of the building, watching Wanda fall before she caught herself just in time to land safely on the ground. She looked up at you and you shook your head.

*Catch them.* You asked her and she nodded, creating a web of her own design whilst you shot out two towards the incoming agents. 

You knocked your knee up into one of their jaws before throwing them out, whilst you dismantled the mask on the other and he collapsed to the ground. You continued through the mass that had found you, kicking and punching and kneeing and smashing, until you stood within a mass of unconscious or dead bodies, depending on if you removed their mask or not.

You watched the gas around you settle, the nasty green hue of it clearing as dust onto the still bodies, and you stepped out towards the hole you had broken in the building. 

“FRIDAY, please clean my suit.” You muttered inside your mask, sticking onto the wall as you climbed down the side of the building.

“Cleaning suit… cleaning completed.” She answered as you stopped.

“This is all your fault, you stupid witch!” 

“Go back to Sokovia! You should have perished with your people!”

“You should kill yourself! Nobody wants you around anyway!”

The crowd surrounded Wanda and backed her into the wall of the building, throwing death threats and harsh words you knew she would hold onto for a while. You let go of your hold on the building and landed in front of her, your appearance startling the people until they continued.

You cupped her cheeks and brushed away her tears, your touch coaxing her reddened eyes to open. You smiled at her, strategically placing your hands so she couldn’t see anyone but you.

“Just focus on me, my love.” You murmured, her senses honing in on you.

“It’s just me here. No-one else. Nobody can hurt you when I’m here, okay?”

She nodded, trying to believe your words. “P-Promise?” She stammered and you nodded, wiping away another loose tear.

“Wanda, you could be a thousand miles away and I’d come if you called. I’d cross oceans to find you, to have you safe, to have you with me. I promise you, no harm will come to you as long as I am standing.” 

She sighed and closed her eyes, the tears finally stopping before you turned around and shielded her with your mechanical shelter.

“ENOUGH!” You boomed, their voices silencing as you removed your mask.

“How dare you throw death threats around like they mean nothing! She has protected you from this gas, and you dare to tell her to die, to kill herself because nobody wants her?!”

Your eyes scanned the crowd, but not a single pair of eyes met yours. “Come on! You wanna throw death threats?! Throw them at me! What has the Scarlet Witch done to have them that I have not?!”

Again, they were silent. You huffed, turning around to walk into your shelter to see Wanda sniffling and sitting on the ground. Your suit recalled the shelter onto your back and you picked her up, wrapping her in your webs against your chest before you swung up to the top of the building, keeping one hand underneath her.

“I have Wanda. Let’s go.” You spoke into the comms, waiting patiently for the Quinjet.

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After debriefing and removing your webs from Wanda, you waited for her to shower as you got dressed. You sat patiently on your shared bed and fiddled with the suit as it sat on your wrist, noticing the pressure plate to open the slot to shoot a web was misaligned.

But you abandoned the project as you heard crying in the bathroom. You opened the door calmly and saw how Wanda had not taken off her suit, even with the water running. You quickly turned it off and moved to hold her by the waist, trying to get her head to tilt back up from its hung position. 

“Wanda, Wanda, hey.” You cooed, turning her around but she hid behind her hands and shook her head.

“No, no, no! Go away, get away from me!”

Instead, you wrapped her tightly in your arms, slowly unzipping her suit until you pulled away and removed it from her top half. You let it hang from her bottom half and pulled every bit of skin against yours as possible, bringing her back from her sobbing low.

“Wanda, my love, take all the time you need. You’re safe, nobody is going to hurt you. Just keep breathing, in and out is good, nice and slow.” 

You moved your entire body with your breathing, begging mentally that she’d follow, and she did, but not from hearing it. Her arms hung in-between your body and hers as she continued to sob, her entire body weight on you.

You moved her into the shower after stripping her of her clothes, not caring that yours were soaked as you washed her. You combed through her hair and cleaned her dirty face, kissing her softly every chance you could.

“Wanda, my darling love, can you hear me?”

She nodded, eyes still closed, and she sank into you. You caught her - you would catch her every time - and her sobs finally ceased.

Her arms snaked up yours and she held herself up by the lock around your neck, nuzzling into you. You chuckled and grabbed a warm and fuzzy towel, wrapping her up in it before you placed her on top of the toilet bowl. You stripped and grabbed your own towel before pulling on a clean set of pyjamas, walking back in to see Wanda staring at the mirror.

“What do you see, my sweet?” You asked, brushing your fingertips along her thigh.

“Um… I see me. That’s how reflections work, Y/N/N.” She murmured.

You chuckled at her quip and watched a smile peek onto her lips, your strong arms pulling her up before you dressed her in some pyjamas. When you were both done, you picked her up and paused as you looked at your bed. You didn’t move anywhere, wanting the weight on her shoulders to fall onto you. She sighed softly into you and sank, releasing the tension in her body.

“Is there anything you’d like to talk about?” You offered. 

“I guess… I don’t like how people talk about me on the internet. I’m still a human being. I don’t like my powers, but I’m learning, and that shouldn’t mean people should tell me to die.” She murmured, tracing her fingers along made-up swirls on your arm.

“Anything else?” 

“I love you.” She grinned, kissing your neck before you placed the both of you in bed.

“I love you too, my beautiful Wanda.” You cooed, kissing her softly. 

She pulled away and rested her head back on your chest, tracing your skin once more. “Why are people mean?” 

Your heart cracked at the soft question, pulling her tighter against you. “People are mean for many reasons, my dear. It could be how they were raised, what they were taught; jealousy, envy, anger, even sadness; no one person is the same, hence the fact that there are many reasons as to why they are mean.” 

She sighed and nodded, kissing your collarbone. “I know I shouldn’t care what they think, but it hurts.” 

“You wanna know what I think?” You asked, watching her eyes look up at you with the softest, most doe-like eyes ever.

“I think that even though people say these mean things about you, there will always be some that will never judge you, hurt you, or make you feel bad in any way.” 

“What, like you?” She smirked playfully.

“No, the team.” You deadpanned, chuckling when her face filled with playful fear.

“As always, my love, you are mine. Nothing can take me from you, and they would die by my hands if they tried.” 

“What… What if you die?” She whispered, the dark thought alarming you before you moved her head against your chest.

“Can you hear that?” You asked quietly and she nodded.

“That beats only for you. If I die, I will die knowing that I loved you wholeheartedly, without shame or fear, and I would be okay with it.”

“You can’t leave me, Y/N.” She murmured, and your hand came to caress her cheek.

“I will eventually, my dearest Wanda. We will cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“Just… Can you do it after me?” 

You snickered softly and pulled your eyes down to see her smiling slightly, kissing her lips with the pure intent on having them all to yourself. “I can certainly promise that.” 

Wanda kissed you again, with more passion and admiration than before. “I can’t believe I found you. You’re everything I wanted and so much more.”

You blushed slightly and she giggled, holding your cheek as she brushed a thumb against a scar by your eyebrow. 

“You’re my everything, Y/N. I can’t wait to live the rest of my life with you.” 

You held her hand on your cheek and nuzzled into it. “Neither can I.” 

She smiled warmly before a yawn broke through her lips, leaving you to pull her flush against your body and adjust the sheets over the both of you, closing her eyes with two kisses as you followed her into the land of slumber.

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I Lost You Once Before

Summary: You denied yourself the chance to love. What will you do when it represents itself again?

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Spider-Reader, Brother!Peter x Reader.

Genre: Angst but happy ending

Warnings: Talks of depression and anxiety; past self-harming; venom; semi-Ronin storyline; hiding in the closet made of glass, events of NWH, lmk any others!!!

Requested: YES/no

Words: 5,273

A/N - This does not have any MoM spoilers, but it does have the Scarlet Witch in control of Wanda for a bit.

*not my gif*

The dark streets of downtown Brooklyn weren’t the place for normal people. Crime ran rampant when the dark hours of night shadowed certain activities, but you didn’t particularly care. After losing both of your parents and being shoved around in an orphanage, you finally got out and made a living. You weren’t young, but you weren’t old - you were in that middle ground, where society thought you should plan out your entire life. 

Instead, you had no clue since you had gotten bitten by a radioactive spider, giving you abilities you never thought you’d see on anyone but the Avengers. 

Ah, the Avengers. ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’... not. At least, not to you. Yes, they defended the planet, but you saw how the world used to be before gods and super soldiers ran just as freely as your hometown’s crime. They could be helping you, taking down mafia bosses that you knew wouldn’t back down without a fight instead of making you do it.

After the two hour trek home, you stepped into your cottage house in Queens, smiling at your little brother as he sat on your bed. You threw your backpack into the corner and sighed, moving his papers over so you could climb over the desk to the window.

“Have fun, Spider-Girl.” Peter smirked as you pulled your mask on.

“Y/N! Someone’s here to see you!” 

You looked at Peter as you squatted on the window frame, a shrug of his shoulders making you step back in and cover your suit in sweats, a hoodie and gloves before you stepped out, seeing the eyes of two very famous people. 

“Aunt May?” You asked, looking at the trio of women before she turned around.

“Y/N! Come, come!” She patted the chair next to her and you slid in. 

“Good evening, Y/N. We’d like to formally and personally congratulate you on winning the spot for this year’s Stark internship.” The Widow smiled, her legs crossed in a pair of jeans whilst a jacket covered a dark green top.

“Your brother actually recommended you and your scores did not disappoint.” 

You glanced at the silent brunette next to her, Wanda, your eyes darting to her hands covered in rings. “Okay.”

“Okay? Y/N, you got the internship you’ve always wanted!” May beamed, hugging you.

“Um… Thank you?” 

May rolled her eyes at your antics. “She will happily take the internship. Are there any requirements, Ms Romanoff?” 

“We’ll require you to live on-site, work from 10 to 3 and all payments will be funded by Mr Stark. Other than that, you are free to come and go as you please.” Natasha stated, still looking at you with a blank expression. 

May answered for you. “Brilliant! When does she start?”

Your mind drifted out of the conversation as you looked down at your hands. You grinned to yourself as you watched the webbing between your fingers flex open and closed, something your brother couldn’t do. 

Actually, there was a lot your brother couldn’t do compared to you. Whilst you could both climb walls and have a spider-sense, you seemed to get the more genetic side of the spider than him. You actually had folds on your wrists to shoot out webs, whilst Peter had to make his in chemistry class; you could bite or scratch someone to poison them, but you much preferred scratching; and the webbing between your fingers gave you a lot more control and stability when you climbed. 

“I guess we’ll be seeing you on Monday, Y/N.” Natasha’s voice broke you out of your thoughts and you looked up, nodding to them both as you stood. 

You shook their hands, the cold of Wanda’s rings sending a chill up your spine, and you walked with them to the door. You shut it behind them before you sprinted into your room, not caring that Peter was halfway through changing. 

“Y/N! Knock first!” He hissed, but you watched as they got into the Stark car before driving off. 

“I’m going out. Make a bundle for me, yeah?” You asked, throwing your hoodie and sweats onto your bed before you leapt out of the window. 

It was a rush you’d never get tired of - having the wind on your skin, your hyper-senses enjoying the stimulation, and you landed on the top of a nearby building as you watched the car arrive at a smaller house. You crawled down the side of the building, trying to kick in your ‘invisibility mode’ as Ned called it, and watched as the shadows moved behind the blinds. 

*Of course, Y/N, they’re not just going to let everyone that walks past see them.* You thought to yourself. 

*No, we are not.*

You froze as another voice entered your mind, noticing a particular shadow come up to the window, a red tinge peeking out from the gap between the wall and the blinds. 

*You have very… fast thoughts.* Wanda spoke into your mind, making you tense up.

*Stop reading my mind.*

*Close it off then.* 

You felt your breathing get harder as your grip on the side of the building slipped. You looked between your feet and the house, noticing two smaller tinges hiding behind the blinds. 

*No parents, only an aunt… anxiety, depression and ADHD, which is only enhanced by your new abilities…*

*Stop.* You growled, jumping down onto the ground as you lost your grip. 

*So well put together… but behind that little mask, you are so…*

*Broken? Thanks, but you’re not my therapist.* 

*I was going to say that you are so much like me, almost the same, but that works too.* Wanda chuckled in your mind.

You leapt up onto the house as you noticed how Wanda moved through it, almost like she was enticing you to follow her. Of course, you went on your own volition, staying behind the chimney as she leant on the open windowsill.

“I know you are there.” She smirked, making you unveil yourself from your invisible cloak. 

“And why do you think we are the same? We are not, in any way.” You huffed, keeping your mask on. 

“You are an Avenger. You make a mess and you don’t clean it up. You wreck people’s lives, you tear apart cities, and you’re called heroes.” 

“I am no Avenger.” Wanda chuckled, hovering out to face you as you scrambled away from her. 

“I am still me, I guess, but I am… something else. But clearly, that’s not what everyone else sees.” She wove a ball of energy between her fingers. 

She watched as you flinched when she sent it towards you, trying to crawl away from her but she held you fast and brought you closer. She could hear the wheezing of your lungs and pulled at the bottom of your mask but you quickly stopped her.

“People… People could see.” You hyperventilated but Wanda brought your hands away from hers.

“I know.” 

Her delicate fingers peeled your mask up above your nose and mouth, the scent of flowers throwing you off. She watched your chest rise and fall quickly, but her eyes danced with magic as she came impossibly closer to you.

“Do I make you nervous? Do I make you… fearful?” She asked quietly.

You shook your head. “You’re really pretty...” 

She wove another string of magic towards you but it changed course quickly and went into your chest. You felt the grip around your lungs loosen before you were forced to take a deep breath, the red magic inside of you forcefully expanding and contracting your lungs. 

“Y/N… I will never hurt you.” She murmured, cupping the bottom of your chin.

“Take a few deep breaths… and then you can talk.” 

You watched her hand pull and push by her side, controlling your lungs until her eyes returned to emeralds. She nodded to you and you moved away from her slightly, but her hand gripped yours through the suit.

“Y/N.” She stated, but you pulled down your mask quickly.

“Y/N, wait-”

You leapt off the house as you shot a web at her hands, tying them down to the roof tiles if only for a second. You turned invisible and climbed up the building, getting as far away from her as possible. 

She sighed and wove your webbing off of her with a few flicks of magic. “She’ll be back on Monday, Wanda. Just gotta wait until then.” 

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May helped you pack your bags as a car came to pick you up, giving you lots of hugs and kisses on the forehead to fulfil your entire internship. You were quiet in the car, noticing that it was Natasha driving, and she smirked as she turned around and let FRIDAY take the wheel.

“I gotta be honest, kid, I didn’t think you’d take the job. Peter wouldn’t stop rambling about you and your powers, so Tony decided to shut him up by looping you in.”

“Oh, how fun.” You mumbled, fiddling with the webbing in your fingers. 

She crossed her legs and watched you fidget, pulling out a small cube that unfolded and folded multiple times. You almost forgot she was there until the ride came to an end, your eyes lifting from your cube to see the giant A on the side of the compound. 

You pulled your bags out from the car and webbed them up, pulling them along behind you whilst Natasha chuckled in front of you. She had to admit, you were a little bit of a genius with your problem-solving, but what you excelled in those skills you lacked in people skills. 

She took you to your room first and you put your bags down before taking you on a tour. You didn’t really pay attention, your spidery-subconscious remembering everything, until you came to a tech room. 

“This… is for you.” Natasha opened the briefcase and your eyes widened briefly at the sight of a new suit. 

“Nanite tech, designed with your blue and red colouring even though you can always change it, and there’s even flaps for your genetic mutations.”

“Not mutations. I’m not a mutant.” You grumbled as you put your palm on the center, watching the suit creep up your arm to cover your body.

“Hello, Y/N. I am ATHENA, an extension of FRIDAY.” 

You looked at Natasha as your mask removed. “How did you name ATHENA?”

“You read a lot of mythology. Thought it might be comforting to you.” She shrugged. 

You scowled lightly, even if she was right, and you watched as your suit folded away into a small pin in your hand. 

“You can wear this on your jacket and when you put your finger over it, your suit will come out. Because it’s your fingerprint, you can’t get nudged and reveal your identity.” She assured you and watched as you put the spider pin on your jacket. 

“Very funny. Spider.” You clarified when she didn’t smirk.

“Hmm.” She hummed, leading you through to a training room. 

You immediately turned around and went back through the door, but you looked down as your senses spiked and saw a red wisp curl around your waist. 

“Not this again-” You were cut off as it picked you up and pulled you back into the room, letting go of you as you rolled along the floor.

Natasha smirked as when she caught your eyes. “Thank you, Wanda. Now, we will begin with some normal exercise - two laps around the compound, quick as you can.” 

It was safe to say that you didn’t mind training since your body could keep up with it, and you even liked it because it meant you could get away from Wanda. There was just something about her that set off your tingle, something that felt odd, and odd usually meant bad.

After training, you set off to your room and your tingle fired the sequence you now knew to be Wanda approaching. You quickly opened your door and went to close it but you watched as it glowed red, making you scoff as you went to your bathroom.

“You can’t run from me, Y/N.” Wanda smirked as she leaned against the door frame. 

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You murmured, stripping your gym clothes off. 

Wanda closed her eyes as she watched your skin reveal from beneath your shirt, but her own tingling mind fired away and she reopened them. A short gasp left her and you turned to look at her, trying to shut your bathroom door but this time, she wasn’t happy.

“Who did that?” 

“It’s nothing.” You answered quietly, just wishing she would leave.

“Y/N, who did that?” Her voice turned to a growl and you stopped. 

“Please, Wanda, it’s not your problem.”

“Not my problem? Not my problem? You have initials carved into your skin, Y/N.” 

You looked down and sighed, pulling your shirt back on until Wanda’s magic disintegrated it. She pushed you against the wall and although it was alarming, her touch against your skin felt soft.

Something you hadn’t known before. 

“Y/N… who did that?” 

“Can’t you just have a look?” You snapped and her eyes glowed.

“Tell me. I’m not searching in your mind this time, you are going to tell me.” 

“Just stop, Wanda! I’m not looking for whatever it is you are looking for!” You shoved her off of you but her eyes glowed brighter and she pinned you with her magic.

Her fingers danced down your ribs before she traced the two sets of initials. “Who did this to you? And do not lie to me.” 

You felt your chest tighten and you tried to move your head to look away from her but she held you fast. 

A whisper left your lips. “I did.” 

Her magic dropped from around you and you caught yourself before you could hit your head on the counter. “What?” She shuddered.

“You wanted to hear the truth? I did! I carved my parents initials into my side because I felt guilty! I bought those plane tickets! I insisted that they take a break!” You snapped, pushing her out of your bathroom. 

“Y/N, it’s not your fault about the crash-”

“Tell that to my subconscious!” 

She closed your door to prevent you from shoving her out, just like you shoved everyone else out. You tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge, making you growl out. 

“Wanda, get the fuck out of my room.” 

You shuddered in emotion as she took you by the waist again; her skin against yours was not helping you stay angry. She pushed against you and pressed you back against the blank wall, protecting your head with her magic.

“Y/N Maya Parker, you listen to me and you listen well.” She growled, watching the anger fade from your eyes.

“It was not your fault. That crash was not your fault and you couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

“Get off of me, Wanda.” You snarled, but her arms simply wove around your back.

“I know it’s hard to let yourself feel, Y/N. You think that this shield of numb anger will fix everything, but it won’t. It won’t hide the fact that you like girls, and it won’t hide the fact that you are mentally ill.” Wanda stated, watching your anger dissipate into embarrassment. 

“Let… Let go of me. Please.” 

“No.” 

“Wanda…” You murmured, tears almost flooding your eyes. 

“Admit it, Y/N. You guard yourself so much that you don’t even let yourself feel.” She sighed, cupping your cheeks.

You wanted to. Oh, how you longed to let someone in.

“I like you, Y/N. All that time when I sat in the back of your Maths classes, English, Biology, I wasn’t there to just learn how to talk to people. I saw you - you are humorous to nobody but yourself, you have excellent taste in music and you are kind to a fault.” She smiled, leaning in closer to you.

“Admit it, Y/N. Say it back.” 

You really wanted to. You weren’t the only observer - you’d seen how she’d smile at the things you said, how she would laugh when nobody else did. Wendy, the girl in your class, was standing here in front of you, admitting that she liked you.

You shook your head. “I’m… I’m not ready.” 

Wanda sighed and hugged you tightly, even if you didn’t hug her back. “When you are, I’ll be waiting.” 

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The months turned into years and you watched Wanda from afar. You denied every urge in you to tell her that you wanted her just as much as she wanted you. She had cornered you a few times and flustered you beyond imagination, but the words never spilled from your lips. 

You moved back home after your ‘internship’ was over, forever losing Wanda. You left a note on her desk about how sorry you were that you could never be enough for her, that she deserved more than you. You stayed out of the fight and let Peter handle it, watching him thrive as a hero.

Until he got snapped. 

It felt like five seconds for him, but it was five years for you. You had kept the spider act going, fighting the good fight and helping the people of the world believe that there were still heroes. You had been contacted by Natasha multiple times for your help, but you couldn’t go back there when she told you what happened.

Specifically, what happened to Wanda. 

When you found out, you broke down. You changed your suit colours to black and green the colour of your venom, and you had a mental block for about three months - unable to use any of your powers as you hit a new low. You stopped pulling your punches, you stopped holding back on the people who tried to take advantage of the broken world. 

You just… turned it off. Autopilot, you told yourself.

Then, everyone came back. Sure, there was a big crater where the Avengers compound used to be, but everyone came back. But nobody looked older. You had aged whilst Peter hadn’t and you tried to be strong for him, you really did.

So, you let him take back his mantle and you took your new one on. The Ghost-Spider became the anti-hero of Queens and Peter didn’t even know. You found your own enemies and destroyed them before they could even pick a fight with you.

Silence was your sword. 

But Peter… Peter wasn’t as ruthless as you.

And now because of that, you sat in the middle of your apartment with Peter, May and Happy, someone you realised was quite close with the both of them. You eyed the blind lawyer as he sat down, your tingle stirring softly at the back of your mind.

“Well, I have some good news, Peter - I don’t believe any of the charges against you are gonna stick.” Matt smiled.

“Wait, seriously?” Peter smiled, making your thin lips purse a bit whilst May and Happy laughed in relief. 

You felt your tingle spike as the conversation continued, thwipping out a web to catch a brick as it smashed through the window. You caught it in your hands and read the ‘WE BELIEVE MYSTERIO’ text on the newspaper. 

“Idiots.” You grumbled, letting the poison in your fingertips disintegrate it.

“You… You can do that?” Happy stammered and you looked at him with a small smile.

“Why yes. I thought Peter told everyone about my powers.” You turned to your brother and he shook his head.

“I suggest keeping that a secret, Ms Parker.” Matt addressed you and you shrugged.

“Well, if that’s all, I will be going to the group therapy session I am… twenty minutes late for.” 

“Y/N, those are only half an hour long.” May sighed.

“I know.” 

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How on Earth you got to here was a mystery to everyone, including yourself. 

Peter, in his idiocy, asked someone named Steven Strange for help and screwed over the whole world, meaning you now (technically) had triplet younger brothers and a whole bunch of people wanting to kill them. 

Along with that, you had Peter 1 as your Peter, Peter 2 as some older version who was pretty much in your position, and Peter 3 was very much the opposite of you. You stood with all of them on the messed-up green Captain America shield by Lady Liberty, a plan forming in your head.

You looked up as your Peter conversed with Strange, making you look between MJ, Ned, and the two other Peters before they approached you.

“You’re gonna do it, aren’t you?” Peter 3 murmured.

You cocked your head to the side, confused.

“You did it on my Earth. My identity got revealed and you took the hit. You… You died for me.” He sniffled, hugging you tightly. 

You looked at Peter 2 and he nodded, also crying. “You, uh… You jumped in front of Uncle Ben. The night he got shot. You took the hit for him.” 

You looked back up at your brother and the plan locked in your mind. You turned to your otherworldly brothers and hugged them tightly. “Hold him back for me, will you?” 

They both nodded, their hugs tightening just a little bit more before you let them go and swung up to your brother’s side.

“Peter, stop!” 

“Y/N? No, go, get out of here!” He tried to push you off but you thanked your skin’s webbing as you stayed stuck to the statue.

“You have lost… so much. I haven’t. And I lied - I did those things whilst you were gone. I stopped pulling my punches, I got angry, and I know I shouldn’t have but I did.” 

You pulled him into you and you both shared a tear, even as you pulled away and held his small face. You brushed the blood off of his skin and you kissed his forehead.

“You’re my baby brother. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you, including this.” 

You shot a web over his lips and turned to Strange, dropping Peter in a mass of webbing as you stood in front of him on the top of the flaming torch. “Do it. Make everyone think it was me and then make them forget me.” 

Strange looked at you oddly; your bloodied forehead, your split lip, your black eye. “No.”

“But it would work, right? Peter would be safe?” You smirked.

“Yeah, it would work. But you gotta understand, that would mean that everyone who knows and loves you, we… we’d have no memory of you. It would be as though you never existed.” He explained.

You looked down at your brother as his counterparts held him back, tearing your eyes away to look at the city you never called home. Home hadn’t been here for more than five years, and it hadn’t been home when everyone returned. 

“I never have.” You shrugged tearily.

“Go and say your goodbyes. You don’t have long.” He nudged you with his cloak but you shook your head.

“If I say goodbye, I’ll never leave.” 

He nodded in understanding and you peeled your mask back on, taking the portal back to the city as you landed on top of a building in Times Square. You watched the first ring of magic billow over you, the screens glitching as your face now plastered the billboards. 

“There she is!” A person yelled from below, a crowd of people shouting harmful words at you but you simply closed your eyes. 

*I’m sorry, little brother.* You thought to yourself as you swung away just as the second ring came over your head.

The screens glitched again and you watched as the time-old question popped up next to your mask, smirking as Peter landed in his apartment with MJ and Ned portalling in. You smiled tearily as their conversations flowed easily, discussing their futures at MIT whilst you snuck in and took all of your belongings. 

You stole a car and packed everything into the back, using your electricity to jump start it before you drove off into the sunset. 

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Throughout six months of travelling, you got a ��new’ identity from a man called Rick Mason, who you remembered had helped Natasha out a few times. You paid him in full from the ATMs you tricked with your newly-honed electrokinesis and simply rebuilt your identity. 

You settled down in a small cabin in the mountains, smiling at the scenery around you as you went for a run. There was no need for you to use your powers out here, but you still wanted to feel the wind on your skin as you ran. 

There was only one thing more euphoric than it. 

You noticed how there was a cabin on the opposite side of the lake, but you never saw anyone go in or out of it. You often did laps of the other lakes, going further and further each time, but you never fully investigated it.

This time, however, you decided to. You ran around at your normal pace before you stepped onto the porch, knocking at the door.

A few seconds later, you opened it to see a face you never thought you’d see again. Your words got caught in your mouth and she cocked her head to the side, almost waiting for you to speak.

Until a sly grin broke out onto her lips. “Hi, Y/N.” 

You felt tears prick your eyes as she moved towards you, flinching slightly before she cupped your cheeks. She pressed her forehead to yours and sighed, her hands moving to hold onto your shoulders. 

“W-Wanda? You…”

“I could never forget you.” She cooed before she hugged you tightly. 

“Come inside. I’m making tea.” 

She carried you inside and you watched her make tea, but your tingle set off as you looked at her hands. Yes, there’s a chimney in the house, but you remembered her as someone who hated having anything but rings on her fingers. 

“Here. Drink up.” She gestured to the tea that she put down in front of you.

Of course, it was your favourite. 

“Wanda, what happened to your hands?” You blatantly asked, pulling your tears back in.

“Oh. I’ve been reading this old book I found and I guess it’s just dirty.” She chuckled, moving to wash her hands. 

You silently stepped out of your chair and felt your entire body tense up, looking down to see red tendrils wrap around you. Tendrils, not wisps. 

“I told you that you weren’t good at hiding your thoughts.” She tsked, pushing you back against the wall before she stood right in front of you.

“Wanda, please… Tell me what happened.” You begged, moving your head further away from her fingertips as they neared your temple. 

“Why tell you when I can show you?” Her grin spread wider across her face.

You shook your head and swore that it’d be the only time you’d intentionally hurt her before you were biting down hard on her fingers and injecting your venom. The hold around you dropped as she writhed in pain, her magic slowly healing her as you ran around the house.

“You can’t hide from me, Y/N!” Her voice echoed, chasing you until she cornered you in her bedroom. 

“I’m getting a bit of a sense of deja vu here, Y/N. Aren’t you?” 

She crept closer towards you and you climbed up the corner walls, resting your back against the ceiling whilst you boiled more venom in your mouth. “You’re not my Wanda.” 

“Come down from there, silly.” She cooed, and you almost wanted to believe her façade. 

You watched as a book came flying in from outside of the room, almost drowning in darkness as Wanda came to hold it. You grinned, spitting as much of your venom onto the book as possible before you dropped down and kicked it out of her hands.

She was about to yell at you, unleash the full might of her power against you, but she froze as you leapt for her.

You kissed her deeply, pushing aside all doubts in your mind as you focused on how Wanda made you feel all those years ago. How she never failed to make you feel safe, how she made advance after advance and showed you nothing but love. You swirled your tongue around hers multiple times before you took her hands, entwining your fingers with hers. 

You pulled away as you ran out of breath, watching the glow in her eyes fade away whilst the book beneath her disintegrated. 

“Please, Wanda. I lost you once before, I’m not losing you again.” 

You held her as she leaned into you, kissing the palms of your hands as she held them. You watched the darkness in her fingertips fade, revealing those perfectly manicured nails, and her eyes opened to show those emeralds you had always loved.

“Y/N? Is… Is it really you?” She whimpered and you adjusted your hands to hold her waist.

“It’s me. I promise you, it’s me. How do you remember me?”

“This cabin… It has runes. Spells outside don’t affect what’s inside. Only the witch who casted them can use her magic here.” 

You smiled tearily as you kissed her once more, that euphoric feeling running through your veins as she kissed you back. She pushed you back against the bed and you let her fall on top of you, stripping you of your ratty clothes before her eyes fell to your skin. 

She sat up, confusing you, and you watched her hands glow as they covered the initials on your hips. As you were about to protest, she pulled them away and you watched the scar tissue sink, only to reveal neatly tattooed initials. 

She looked back down at you and you smirked, pulling her in tightly to you as you breathed in her perfume. “Still smells like flowers.” You murmured, kissing her neck.

“Y/N…” She stammered, making you pull away.

“I just… we have time for that. Can I just hold you, please?” 

You nodded and let her peel some clothes onto you, not knowing how she destroyed your cabin and transferred everything to this one. The empty cupboards filled with your belongings whilst your car was now parked outside on the driveway next to the white picket fence. 

She moved to hold you tightly against her, afraid that you would leave her. You ran your fingers through her hair until one of hers gripped it and pulled it down to her lips.

“Do you?” She asked plainly and you nodded, watching as a kiss on your ring finger pulled away to reveal a wedding ring.

One fell onto her own hand and you grinned, kissing her once more before you adjusted to let her head rest on your chest. You heard her breathing slow as she tickled the skin of your arm, simply listening to the blood inside of your slowly rising and falling chest. 

“I could never forget you, Y/N. Strange’s powers are no match for mine.” She kissed your chest softly and you kissed her head.

“I can see that now, my love. Let us rest and then we can do some more talking tomorrow.” 

She nodded and closed her eyes, connecting your dreams together as you fell asleep, dreaming of the two children she was already building within her stomach.

A/N - I literally wrote this in an hour and a half, so please excuse the choppiness and overall shit writing, I just loved this idea! 

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Parenthood

Summary: Wanda has always wanted to be a mom, whilst you have had your doubts.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Widow!Reader

Genre: Angst, little bit of fluff at the end

Warnings: Scaring Wanda with a gun, early stages of pregnancy, being a mom, gender reveal parties, doing something you shouldn’t have (i suck at warnings without spoiling stuff)

Requested: yes/NO

Words: 3,448

A/N: This was written on the fact that I don’t have a great relationship with my mother (she is NOT my mom, that’s for sure) and I’m personally terrified of being a mom. I know I don’t have to be pregnant (which is another fear of mine) but I do like the idea of having children. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk :)

*not my gif*

Ever since you became a SHIELD agent beside Natasha, you knew what could happen in your personal life. If you had a partner, enemies could try to use them as leverage, so you closed yourself off romantically. Similarly, children were a no-go, without question.

Which made you slightly glad you had graduated in the Red Room. Yes, the torture, the chemical subjugation and the psychological conditioning was traumatic and filled your nightmares, but you didn’t have to worry about having children, having a weakness. It made everything easier, especially the killing. 

But, your abstinence of love came to an end when you met Wanda Maximoff. You were on a mission in the Bahamas whilst the whole Sokovia deal went down, which meant that when you returned, you were surprised to see a new addition to the team. Vision was there too, but you didn’t really pay much attention to him.

Instead, you wondered why nobody was talking to this sweet-looking and obviously saddened woman. She was about your age and you had come to introduce yourself once, but the look on her face confused you.

“I’m Agent L/N, but you can call me Y/N. What’s your name?”

She looked up at you and muttered her name softly. “Wanda. Wanda Maximoff.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Wanda. Do you want to watch a movie?” You offered as you scanned through the kitchen for a snack. 

You took her silence as a yes and began to pull out some popcorn and other sweets before you saw a red wisp come past and grab a bag of candy. You watched, mesmerised, as it floated back to Wanda and her eyes held that similar glow.

“Do it again.” You blurted out, surprised by your own words. 

“I’m sorry?” Wanda asked and you quickly threw the popcorn packet at her, her magic stopping it from hitting her in the face.

“Whoa.” You chuckled, creeping up next to it with complete fascination in your eyes.

“Y-You like it?” 

You looked up at Wanda. “Like it? It looks amazing! This is so cool!” You brushed your hands through the wisps, watching them break and reform when your hand moved far enough away.

“It tickles.” You snickered, watching Wanda’s eyes drop to her candy.

Your smile faded as she picked one out, only for it to grow back as she offered it to you. You opened your mouth and she placed it on your tongue, watching you taste it and hum happily.

“Careful now, Maximoff. I might just start liking your sweets a bit too much.” You smirked, grabbing her hand before you dragged her to the movie room. 

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That was four years ago. It took a while, but Wanda eventually confessed her love for you, only for you to say it back instantly with a kiss. Now, you lived in your own apartment that wasn’t too far from the Avengers Compound so you could still do missions. 

It was a busy day at work and you had just come home, exhausted. Training recruits was a mess when every one of them had poor stance or technique, making you have to save a couple of them from breaking their necks or snapping another’s. 

“Wands? I’m home.” You called out, placing your bag down in the kitchen to see dinner cooked and sitting idly in pots and pans. 

But no Wanda. 

“Honey?!” You called again, this time with more urgency. 

You swept through the house with your gun by your side and saw a light on - your bedroom. You heard muffled cries and instantly pulled your gun up into your sights, creeping silently around the bathroom door before stepping out to aim the gun at the back of Wanda’s head.

She shrieked and spun to face you, eyes wide with fear. You threw the gun to the ground and swept her into your arms, calming her down. 

“Shh, my love. It’s okay, I just thought someone had taken you. It’s alright, I’m here.” You cooed, running your fingers through her hair as she caught her breath.

“Don’t you do that ever again, you hear me?” She scolded you lightly whilst she hugged you, your eyes opening to see a white stick turned upside down on the bathroom counter.

“Wanda… what is that?”

She pulled away from you and fiddled with the rings on her fingers. “I’m late.” 

Your eyes widened. You two hadn’t been trying, but you knew being a mother was a part of Wanda’s future, whether you liked it or not. Of course, you had supported her decision, but you always had a nagging voice in the back of your head. 

“M-My rose, how much time left?”

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and showed you the timer. 20 seconds. You took a few deep breaths with her and watched the timer stop, spinning Wanda around so she could pick up the stick whilst being held by you. 

Two lines. 

Wanda placed the stick down and clasped a hand over her mouth, looking at you in the mirror. You were still looking at the stick and her magic brought your eyes to the mirror, seeing her teary expression of happiness.

“I’m gonna be a mom.” She whispered, shocked. 

“You’re gonna be a mom, my love.” You smirked softly, kissing her cheek as she looked down at the test. 

“I’m gonna be a mom!” 

She spun around and kissed you feverishly, to which you could taste the salty tears within her lips. You pulled away and she looked confused, but you simply brushed away a few stray hairs before you cupped her cheeks.

“We’re gonna be moms.” You smiled with a whisper, hiding your insecurity deep within your fortified mind. 

She grinned at you and kissed you again before shoving you into the shower, cleaning you quickly so that you could call everyone you wanted to call. 

And you knew you were running out of time to tell her. 

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You sat patiently in the nurse’s office whilst Wanda lifted her shirt to expose her stomach, shivering at the cold gel the nurse put on. The ultrasound whirred to life and you simply stared at the screen, confused by the whole contraption. 

“Wanda, would you like to meet your child?” The nurse turned to show her the screen, the outline of a growing baby. 

She chuffed out in shock and looked up at you, but your eyes were still trained on the screen. Suddenly, the nurse began to move the wand over on the witch’s stomach and gasped. 

“I should say children. You’re having twins! Congratulations!” 

You and Wanda made eye contact before she kissed you softly, happiness flooding her whilst the nurse cleaned her stomach of gel and dismissed you both. You had both planned to have a gender reveal at the Avengers Compound and the nurse sent the results to Natasha, the only person you really trusted with that information. 

The drive back home was quiet as you both processed this new information. Not only was Wanda healthily pregnant, but she had two babies growing inside of her. Two. One you could handle, but two? It seemed like a lot of work.

Your insecurity inched closer to the front of your mind. 

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You stood in the compound with a can of soda in your hand. Two boys. Everyone was elated and Wanda was distracted enough by all of the congratulations that you had slipped away into the kitchen. You could feel your breathing getting shorter and you closed your eyes, doing what your therapist had taught you - slow, deep breaths.

It wasn’t until you felt a hand on your shoulder that you opened your eyes, seeing Natasha stand next to you.

“Congratulations.” She muttered, leaning against the counter as she watched you.

“Natasha, can I tell you something?” You asked, afraid that you would be judged.

She nodded silently, waiting patiently for you to speak. Your mouth opened and closed, huffs of air coming out as you couldn’t put your thoughts into words.

“You don’t know if you want to be a mom.” Natasha answered for you, watching your body tense up before it relaxed.

“You knew? Of course you knew, you’re Natasha freaking Romanoff.” You slapped your palm into your face, sitting down on the couch chair before she sat opposite you and put her glass of wine down.

“Y/N, you are a brilliant woman. You excelled in every aspect of your life and you were sure of every decision you made, including marrying Wanda. Why are you so hesitant now?”

“I… I don’t know, Natasha.” You sighed, putting your head in your hands.

“I love her, I really do, but I just don’t know. I don’t know if I can handle one kid, let alone two. What do I teach them? How can I be a mom when I didn’t even have one of my own? She moulded me into the perfect assassin, almost as perfect as you. I just…”

Natasha sighed and moved towards you, sitting on the arm of the chair before her hand fell onto the middle of your back. “Look, I think you need to talk to Wanda. Maybe take a few days off, have a chat with her and you’ll figure it out. She’s perfect for you and you can’t let her go, Y/N.” 

You nodded as you sniffled and dried away your tears. You stood and turned to the Widow who held a plain look on her face. 

“I’ll talk to her tonight. For now, we celebrate.”

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You sat nervously in Wanda’s room, holding onto the small ultrasound image of your twin boys. You smiled softly and fiddled with the edge of the photo before you heard a knock at the door, your head turning to see your beautiful wife standing in the frame.

“Tired?” You asked, opening the sheets next to you.

She nodded and came underneath before holding onto your waist, looking at the image with complete love. “I’ve already started thinking of names.” 

You hummed, waiting to hear them. She told you a few and you liked them all, unable to choose since your mind wasn’t really in the conversation. It wandered as you thought about how you’d tell her, still hidden behind the shield in your mind. 

You hated hiding things from her, but this was very much a ‘you’ thing. You knew Wanda wouldn’t give them away; this has been her dream since she moved in with the Avengers. You sniffled quietly as a few tears fell to your eye, not going unnoticed by Wanda.

“Hey… why the tears, my love?” She asked you softly, brushing them away with the pad of her thumb. 

“Just… emotional. And you’re the pregnant one.” You scoffed lightly, kissing her plump lips as she leaned into you. 

“How about we go to sleep?” She offered, wrapping you in her arms.

She watched as you tensed, pulling away slowly as she registered the battling look in your eyes. “Y/N… show me your thoughts.” 

You looked up at her and her furrowed brows, shaking your head lightly as you scoffed. “Wanda, it’s not something for you.” 

“Like hell it isn’t. Show me them, Y/N, now.” She lifted her palm towards your head but you rolled off of the bed before it could reach.

“Wanda, it’s my mind.” You barked. 

“And you’re my wife. Tell me what is troubling you or I will force my way in.” She growled, her eyes now glowing. 

You felt annoyance drip through your thoughts. This was something you had to figure out, alone - why couldn’t she understand that?

“You’re forcing my hand here, detka (baby). I don’t want to hurt you, but I’ve trained you on how to keep a telepath at bay, so I have no doubt your mind is fortified.” 

“Really? You’re using that pet name?” You huffed, only to realise what information you had spilled.

Her eyes stopped glowing as she looked at you. “Is this… Do you not want to be a mother? Y/N, I’m too far along to have an abortion and I’m not giving them up. I want to be a mom.” 

You looked up at her before you turned away, your voice quiet. “You could’ve asked me before you magicked them into your belly.” 

She whipped your head around with her magic and you were forced to look her in the eye. “Y/N, do you or do you not want to be a mom?”

“Wanda, it’s not that simple!” You pushed her backwards lightly, but she stumbled onto the bed as shock filled you.

“No… Wanda, please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Get out.” She spoke quietly, making you all the more terrified.

“Wanda, please-”

“GET OUT!” 

The door opened behind you and her magic picked you up before you were thrown like a ragdoll into the empty hallway, something you were thankful for, whilst your head hit violently against the wall. In a daze, you looked up and saw a slight glimmer of guilt before Wanda’s door closed, shutting you out. 

You stood and shuffled towards her door, pressing your forehead against it like you should have done with her palm. 

“Honey, please…” You whimpered.

Natasha was right. Wanda was perfect for you and you couldn’t lose her, even if your stupidity had probably just done that. 

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It had been three days since you talked to Wanda. You’d seen her throughout the compound, smiling and chatting whilst she would do some light exercise with Clint or Natasha. However, every time you came into the room, she would briefly say goodbye before leaving. 

“She’s a stubborn one, that’s for sure.” Natasha smirked as you walked over to her by the ring, sweat dripping down her shoulders that you threw a towel at.

“Cover up before your fiancé gets jealous.” You grumbled, waving at Maria from across the gym. 

“Somebody’s a sour-puss. What, you miss your wifey?” 

You glared at Natasha and she shook her head whilst chuckling. “You know I’m just teasing you. You should corner her somehow, then explain your absolutely shitty thought that you’d be a crappy mom.” 

Suddenly, an idea appeared in your mind and you snatched onto it before hiding it within your fortress. Natasha watched as it folded out into a plan on your face, even if nobody else could read it.

You walked out of the gym and echoed out the thought that you hated being in the upcoming corridor on your left, knowing that Wanda would go right. After a few minutes, you did the same, but sent her left instead of right.

By the time you were done, you had cornered her in the hallway that you shared, with your room on the left and hers on the right, even if you hadn’t been in yours for ages. You watched as she walked into her room, leaving the door open without another thought, and you snuck inside before closing it quietly.

She started to undress and your eyes widened before you cleared your throat. She spun quickly to see you with your eyes closed, something she remembered from the early stages of your relationship. 

“Wanda, please, let me explain.” You started, but you didn’t see the anger on her face.

“Open those annoyingly beautiful eyes and look at me when you speak.” 

You hid the smile that came from the angered compliment and opened them slowly, watching her calm slightly at the sight of them. You knew she would look at them forever if she wanted to, simply enamoured by your beauty.

“You wanna explain? Which part? The part where you were going to skip town when I had the boys? Or the part where you touched me in a way you said you would never do?” 

You could see the tears in her eyes as she stood in front of you, your guilt filling your mind. You remembered that promise, to never hurt her like HYDRA did, to never touch her in any way short of lovingly. 

“Well? Speak!” She huffed, and you heard the sad tone hidden behind the anger.

You took one step closer to her until her chest was against yours and you cupped her cheek softly, bringing her nose to yours. 

“I will never leave you. Not in a million years.” You sealed that promise, keeping it locked in your heart.

“Then why don’t you want to be a mom?” She sniffled, not able to hold it back anymore. 

You sighed and let your thumbs dance along her skin before the words came to you. “A person worthy of the devil’s praise should not be having a child with the most pure soul in the multiverse.” 

She watched you pause before you hugged her tightly, pulling her ear towards your lips. “I’m terrified, my love. I’m terrified they will be broken, just as I am, and I’m terrified I will not be enough for you or for them.” 

You felt her body jolt with shock before you pulled away, giving her a brief kiss on the forehead as you moved to leave. You knew, in your heart, that Wanda deserved better than you, that she deserved someone who wasn’t scared of parenthood. 

So if leaving her was the best choice, then so be it.

But you felt something tighten around your waist and looked down, a thin wisp of red curled around you before you were pulled back. You were spun into the arms of your wife who kissed you passionately, holding you tightly by the hips as her body pressed against yours, reaching and stretching your shirt before she pulled away to breathe.

“I do not deserve better than you, Y/N, because you are the best for me. I want you, and I have wanted you for so long. Why do you think I put a ring on that bloody finger of yours, hm?” She asked, watching as tears pricked your eyes whilst her vision became blurry.

“You showed me that love came in many forms before it became romantic. The act of giving, of assuring, of touching, of doing, you showed me that before you even kissed me. Even if I married Vision, I know you would stick around and be here because you are the one who said those magic words first.” 

You blushed softly and she cupped your cheeks, kissing you oh so gently now. She simply loved the feeling of you against her, in every way imaginable, even if it was something as small as your lips. 

“You would never marry that toaster. I’d forbid it.” You grumbled, nestling into her neck as she laughed heartily.

“Oh, really?” 

“Mhmm. I’d object at the ceremony before I’d pull you down the aisle, and even if I didn’t object, I’d steal you within the cover of darkness.” 

She snickered softly before she pulled you into a comforting hug, the kind that got you hooked on the drug that was Wanda Maximoff. 

“Now…” She pulled away, letting her fingers delve through your hair like it was second nature; and it was.

“Are you ready to be a mom with me?”

You stiffened slightly but the light touch on your jaws made you nod softly. “I have nine months to get over this fear and to show you that I won’t leave.”

She grinned and curved herself into you, hooking her arms around your neck as she lightly hung there, simply being with you. She nuzzled into your neck and you sighed, breathing in her coconut shampoo whilst your hands moved to her belly. She smiled against your skin as she felt you kneel down in front of her, lifting her shirt to show her slight belly bump. 

You caressed it slowly, like you were admiring the smoothness of an eroded stone, and kissed her skin. “Mama loves you, boys, no matter what. Mama won’t run away from Mom, not in a million years.” 

“You can definitely try, but you won’t get far.” Wanda smirked, making your eyes stay on her even as you stood.

“Let’s get you some rest. I fear that with two of them, you will not have it for much longer.” 

She sighed into you as you picked her up by her thighs, laying her down in the bed before you crawled in beside her. Your shoulder became her pillow and her stomach became your hand’s resting place, brushing just underneath the hem with your thumb.

“I love you, Wanda.” You kissed her temple.

“I love you too, Y/N.” She murmured against your shirt, kissing it softly before you both fell asleep.

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Peaceful Quiet

Summary: Within the chaos of the world, Natasha and Wanda find peace with your quiet self.

Pairings: ScarletWidow x Fem!Barton!Reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Warnings: Guns (no actual use), sweet tooth-rotting fluff at the end.

Requested: YES/no

Words: 3,894

A/N: These girls do not have a lot of smiling gifs :(

*not my gifs*

The mission hadn’t gone too well - Hulk had gotten out of control and both Natasha and Wanda weren’t close enough to subdue him. The redhead had a few bumps and bruises whilst the brunette had barely anything thanks to her powers. 

They were all slumped over in the Quinjet, beyond the point of exhaustion, before a call came through. 

“Hey big bro, where you at? Tiny devils wanna know when you’re coming for dinner.” 

Immediately, all of them turned to the pilot seat that Clint sat in, smiling at your contact with a photo containing the two of you at the beach.

“Hey, sis, I’ll be home in a few hours since I gotta stop over at the compound. How are they?”

“Chilling. Making me an aunt is the best thing you’ve done for me.” 

“What, like saving you from Iran wasn’t?” 

“Ye-up.” 

Clint laughed, feeling a particularly strong presence of two pairs of eyes before an idea popped into his mind. “Listen, I was actually thinking of coming now.” 

“But… aren’t you on a mission?” 

“Yes.”

Your voice didn’t crackle through for a few seconds. “Hurry up.” 

You hung up and Clint disconnected his phone from the Quinjet, plugging in his address whilst he turned around to face his best friend and her girlfriend. 

“Who was that?” They asked in unison.

“My sister, Y/N.” He explained, getting ready for the landing as he found his jacket.

“Barton, you have a sister?” Natasha scoffed. 

“She never came up in discussion.” He shrugged.

Natasha and Wanda looked at each other with concern, wanting to know everything about you as soon as possible. When the jet landed, Wanda helped Natasha walk to the door before it was opened by Laura. 

“Hey guys.” The woman greeted before Clint swept her up and kissed her softly.

“Hi, honey. Where’s Y/N?” 

She looked like she was waiting for something before that something came as shrieking laughter from the back garden. “Out there.” She grinned, watching Clint’s childish side come out.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” You quipped, watching him charge towards you like you did when you were children.

He tackled you and you rolled with him down the hill, blocking and dodging his strikes whilst you jabbed him in pressure points, eventually standing with him splayed out on the floor.

“I win.” You smirked, helping him back up.

“I let you win.” He grumbled before hugging you tightly.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N. How’s everything?” 

“Great. Love going to therapy. Pretty sure Michelle hates getting those late night messages-”

You cut yourself off as your eyes drifted to the two beautiful women leaning on the porch railing, their smirks on their faces indicating that they saw your sibling antics and were more than amused.

You brought your brother towards you. “You know what’s going to happen.”

“You’ll be okay.” He murmured, kissing your temple before he led you back up to the house.

“Guys, this is Y/N, my sister. Y/N, this is Steve, Sam, Scott, Vision, Wanda and Natasha.”

You nodded your head to them all and they were confused at your sudden change in nature. Maybe it was nerves, maybe they were somewhat intimidating, but something was off. However, when the kids came rushing back in, you smirked and picked Nathaniel up by his collar.

You winked at him, throwing him over your shoulder as you went into the kitchen for a drink. You poured the kids some cups of water and waited for them to drink it all, stacking the cups in the dishwasher before you heard a voice behind you.

“So, Y/N, right?”

You briefly looked over your shoulder to see Natasha and Wanda sitting down, nodding in response to her question.

“How come Clint’s never told us about you?” Wanda asked.

You shrugged, still stacking the dishwasher until you couldn’t find anything else. However, Nathaniel and Lila came back for a biscuit and you gave them a raised eyebrow.

“Mom said we could! And to bring her one too!” Nathaniel begged, making you grin before you gave them their biscuits.

“Y/N! Can you turn the pot off please?! It’s almost done!” Laura called through the house, showing the rest of the team where they would be sleeping. 

You turned the stove off beneath the pot and stirred it lightly, looking back up in a confused manner as Wanda and Natasha were still there. You cocked your head to the side and they did the same, making your eyebrows furrow before theirs did as well.

“Auntie Y/N, Mom says I have to come and help you make dinner.” Cooper stated as he walked in, making you smile and nod.

“Hey, Auntie Nat.” 

“Hey, kiddo.” She smiled at him.

“How was the mission?” He asked, chopping up the vegetables you would soon put in the stew.

“It was good - got a few bumps and bruises, but they’ll heal with time.” 

He beamed at her and she looked at you, confused since you hadn’t said a word in her presence. However, you went to the corner of the kitchen and rang the bell, the loud and clear note echoing throughout the household. 

Immediately, a thunderstorm of boots came rushing towards the kitchen, making Wanda’s hands glow before she recognised the boys. 

“Where’s Vision?” She asked, unable to feel him.

“In stasis mode. Let’s eat!” Clint declared, helping you serve the bowls whilst the kids set the table. 

You sighed happily as you sat down in your chair, between Laura and Lila, and licked your thumb before brushing some dirt off of Lila’s face. 

“Stop, Auntie Y/N.” She grumbled, pushing your hand away but you had gotten all of it, evident in your chuckle.

“So, what were you guys up to that made Clint have to do an emergency landing here?” Laura asked, noticing how you held a small teddy between your legs that was hidden from prying eyes.

“Mission. Bruce…” Natasha sighed. “Bruce got hit badly. Hulk came out and destroyed quite a bit of stuff.” 

You lifted your head as the sad tone came through her words, looking up at your brother before you made a gesture he recognised.

“Yeah, he killed some people.” 

Natasha and Wanda’s eyes shot to you and you immediately began eating again whilst a damning red blush dotted across your face.

“Auntie Y/N, why you not talkin’?” Nathaniel tapped your leg from underneath the table.

“Nate, not now.” Lila scolded him before Laura placed her hand on top of yours and you nodded.

“Y/N has selective mutism. She can’t control it, so all of you watch it.” She looked at each Avenger excluding her husband and they nodded.

“But how did Clint just understand her?” Wanda kept her eyes on Laura, both wanting and not wanting to see you blush, even if it meant you were getting anxious, which she could feel.

“Y/N knows sign language.” Laura responded calmly, rubbing her thumb on the top of your hand before she continued to eat.

Conversation came around easily whilst you sat quietly in your chair, soon holding a sleeping Lila as the night dragged on. You watched as Cooper finally yawned before you decided to put them all to bed, nodding to your brother as an offer that he declined. 

You adjusted Lila onto your hip whilst carrying Nathaniel on the other, taking them upstairs to their rooms before you kissed their foreheads and bid them goodnight. You closed their doors and turned around, your smile instantly turning bashful as the two Avengers stood in front of you.

Laura had called bedtime just after you left, leaving the Avengers to prepare for the night before they would leave in the morning. 

“Um… we’re bunking with you.” Natasha muttered, noticing your eyes widen briefly before you gestured for them to follow you.

You led them back outside the house, through the cold of the night, before they came to a smaller cottage on the edge of the Barton residence. You placed your thumb on the keypad lock and waited patiently for it to scan.

“Welcome, Agent 15.” The computer stated, the house shifting inside before you opened the door.

Inside was an impressively set-out cottage, built with a dark-designed kitchen and a small dining room whilst 3 rooms were located upstairs. The two Avengers watched as you signed blankly to the room before moving around the cottage.

“Agent 15 would like you to know that your room, or rooms if you’d like to sleep separately, is upstairs and to the right.” A robotic voice spoke from around Wanda and Natasha, making them chuckle.

“So, you’re a SHIELD agent?” Natasha asked and watched you teeter your head from side to side.

“Agent 15 is a retired veteran, who was recruited to the Technical Division of SHIELD. Development of weapons, with a speciality in target weapons like Agent Barton’s, is her department.” 

You smiled softly, both girls catching it, as you finalised the couch area and walked upstairs, to which the both of them followed you. You tapped twice on a door and they looked briefly inside, seeing a room laid out neatly for them whilst you went down to the end of the hallway and tapped again.

Their heads popped out of their room to see the bathroom, fit with a shower, bath and vanity whilst you entered your room. They quickly peeked inside, seeing shelves of books, photos and medals whilst the darkness of the night hid most other things. 

They saw flickers of movement before the voice came back. “Agent 15 will be going to sleep. She states that you are welcome to shower, have something else to eat if you are still hungry, and you may sleep anywhere you are comfortable.” 

You closed the door quickly before you leaned against it and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The entire time you were mute, you couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful they were - you had heard of Natasha through Clint, but when he recruited and trained her you were in Afghanistan, so you never crossed paths. 

And Wanda? You’d heard of her from both of the Barton adults as someone who had lost a lot, gaining something by being with Natasha. The two seemed to ground each other, something you had never grasped in your previous relationships. 

You lay down in your bed and sighed against the soft mattress, pulling the sheets over your body before you fell asleep. 

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When the next morning came, you rose slowly to find a loud commotion coming from outside, pulling your phone out to see Clint trying to call you.

“Yeah?” You grumbled.

“GET OUT OF YOUR HOUSE!” He roared, making you throw your phone in the air.

“What?!” 

“THERE’S AGENTS SURROUNDING YOUR HOUSE!” 

You opened your security feed and saw that indeed, there were agents surrounding your house, all armed and very dangerous. You recognised some of them, sighing annoyingly as you stormed out of the room and down the stairs.

“House, load up.”

You smirked as alarmed sounds came from outside before a voice you recognised growled through.

“Y/N, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” 

You face-palmed yourself and opened the door, waving annoyingly at your house before the guns folded away. 

“That’s better.” Fury grumbled, handing you a folder.

“You’re being reassigned.”

You opened it and looked back up at him in annoyance, dark bags under your eyes from the countless nights of no sleep coupled with the thoughts of strangling Nick for waking you up so early.

You smirked as Clint was calling you once more. You answered it and immediately put it on speaker, holding it out towards Fury. 

“Barton, calm down.” He said abruptly and you snickered, not noticing the duo that had come down from all the ruckus.

“Chill out, big bro. It’s just Fury and his idiots.” 

Natasha felt a shiver travel down her spine from the sound of your voice, silently wishing you were talking to her.

“So a false alarm? I can bring the kids back inside?” 

“Yes, idiot. But I’d stay awake because I might strangle Fury for waking me up at 10:30 in the morning.” You glared at your superior and he rolled his eyes.

“Barton, you’re getting another guest at home base.”

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After taking three weeks to fully transfer to the Avengers Division, you finally had a full night of sleep. You had noticed how Natasha and Wanda were always around you, and sometimes you would turn to see them simply standing and watching you, which you thought was a little creepy at first. 

However, you realised that the more you were around them, the easier it felt to break down the barrier of your mutism. You had been stealing glances at them whenever you could, their eyes almost always on you and ready to listen to whatever you had to say. 

You couldn’t help but feel like you were falling for them.

It was stupid though. Why would you? You could see how happy they were in their relationship. The two of them cuddled up on the couch whilst having meals, holding one another when nightmares plagued the compound, and even going as far as making each other tea.

It was the only thing Natasha couldn’t screw up.

But they had noticed you in a light you never thought possible. It wasn’t just a coincidence that there was a mug of tea on the counter at 2:44 am, nor was it one of theirs that they had forgotten - it was yours. And the blankets they’d put on top of you as you fell asleep whilst a movie played? They made sure they smelled like them.

The stolen glances didn’t go unnoticed, the longer and longer hugs weren’t missed. Natasha had even started jotting down what you did every day with them, looking at it whenever she or Wanda or even both of them felt sad. When they thought of you, their bad days turned good, and simply being with you made them happy.

But still, they had yet to hear your voice speak to them.

They had learnt basic sign language from Clint and could hold a conversation with you if you signed slowly. They had gotten better, but seeing your happy face whenever they got a sentence together was all worth it.

It had been decided that a girls night out was needed since the boys had disturbed your movie night’s peace last night with a prank. Natasha had planned it out to a T and was ready, waiting at the door for you and Wanda.

You both came down and followed her to the car, your eyes wandering to the fields of cows, horses and sheep that you passed until you got further into the city. The sunset was beautiful and you admired it as the light danced across the duo’s faces.

It was too bright to see how they were admiring yours too.

When you reached a barren road, you immediately tensed up and held tightly onto your belt. You don’t know why, but having a belt in stressful times was much easier than carrying around a gun as it gave you the feeling you needed to ground yourself.

Natasha rolled up to a small station, her voice too far away for you to register any of her words before she scanned something and drove through the gate. She trundled around and your eyes landed on a large white screen, larger than any billboard you’d seen. 

Wanda and Natasha had surprised you with a drive-in movie.

You followed them as you went to the restaurant, grabbing popcorn, snacks and drinks before you huddled up in the car. Natasha had planned strategically, taking Tony’s smallest ‘big car’ so that she could be close to both you and Wanda, the size only fitting if you were all shoulder-to-shoulder. 

She had also planned something else - it was a horror movie, which you had made abundantly clear that you didn’t like whatsoever.

“Y/N, you comfy?” She asked you and you nodded, watching the movie about to start.

The speaker in Wanda’s hands glowed softly before the movie’s sound played through it, hanging it above the three of you. You watched the intro play and ate your snacks whilst Wanda and Natasha looked at each other.

“Y/N, can you pass me my phone? It should be by my feet.” Natasha asked and you nodded, digging through the mound of blankets until you found it.

Natasha hadn’t been expecting it to be that easy for you, wanting to hear your voice ask where it was. 

She looked over at Wanda and nodded to let her know to move to Plan B - about halfway through the movie, Wanda put a dastardly seed of a thought in your mind about the movie and it instantly made you scared, scrunching up into a ball beneath your blanket.

“Aw, malen’kiy (little one), don’t be scared. Wanda and I will protect you from those sound-hunting aliens.” Natasha cooed, pulling your back flush against her chest.

Wanda’s smirk let the redhead know that you were blushing, hard, and Phase Two was ready. Wanda whimpered softly as a gunshot rang out, feeling your mind race before it locked onto a thought.

You pulled Wanda against you and began to stroke her hair, just like Natasha did for her, and she sighed above the silence of the movie. You smiled softly, gulping down the lump in your throat as you turned back to see another jump-scare come your way.

You instantly wriggled between them and they soon became concerned when they felt parts of the blanket get wet by their cheeks, pulling it away to see you crying softly.

“Oh, Y/N/N… honey, it’s just a movie.” Natasha chuckled kindly, cupping your cheek in her hand as she stroked it.

She could see you trying to talk but nothing came out, a finger coming to rest on your lips from Wanda. “Frumoasă (Beautiful)… take it slow.” 

You took a deep breath, then another and another, before you felt the lump in your throat disappear. “This wasn’t how I wanted this night to go.” You muttered, covering your ears as a shriek from the monster rang out in the car.

With a flick of Wanda’s wrist, the speaker turned off, leaving the car in silence. “Honey, do you want to say that again? What do you mean?” 

“I…” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

“Look at her, Wands, she’s nervous.” Natasha teased lightly, making you blush as she took your jaw in hand.

“Imagine how she’d react if we knew just how long she’d been planning to talk to us.”

They didn’t have to - your eyes widened and you looked between them both, shocked. “You knew?!” 

They both chuckled before Wanda smoothened out a tear still resting on your cheek. “You really took us for fools? A mind-reader and a trained assassin? Y/N/N, you may also be a spy, but you are not very good at hiding your feelings or your mind.” 

You blushed under Wanda’s words before Natasha turned your head to her. “Is somebody speechless? And I was just getting used to that beautiful tone.” 

You hid your face beneath your blankets, but now it was for a very different reason. You heard their teasing laughter and pulled your blanket down, noticing their eyes were still on you.

“Whilst we do know every little detail you were planning - taking us to Wanda’s favourite Sokovian shop before going to a performance of Swan Lake - we would like to hear those words you had practised for hours in your bathroom next to ours.” Natasha grinned, tracing the bottom of your jaw.

You took a deep breath and sighed slowly. “I like you both a lot, more than what a friend should. I never want to disturb your relationship, and I can’t help my emotions, but I would like to be your girlfriend.”

You shocked yourself at how much you got out. Whilst practising, you have never managed to make it across the finish line, but here you were. 

And here your lips were kissed by both a Russian superspy and a Sokovian witch, tasting like chocolate-covered strawberries since they had shared that delicacy. As you pulled away from Wanda, you watched her lick her lips and grin.

“So, detka (baby), does that answer every question that’s been pending in that mind of yours?”

You nodded, feeling that annoying little bulge form in your throat again. Natasha shushed you softly as more tears began to burst through the dam, brushing some wet strands of hair out of your face.

“We have a solution, baby girl. Wands, show her your magic trick.” She looked back at the witch before you were mesmerised by the magic that flitted through her fingers.

“You’ll feel a little pinch, honey, but that’s it, okay?” She murmured, bringing your lips to hers whilst her fingers hovered at your temple. 

You slowly felt the small pinch develop in your mind before it dissipated. To your left, you saw a soft orange string stretch into the distance, whilst on your right, a swirling red string fell in the opposite direction. 

Soon, you saw Natasha and Wanda, both in the clothing they wore physically, holding onto the strings that were attached at your hips.

*It’s so peaceful in here.* Natasha chuckled.

*It’s a peaceful quiet, isn’t it, baby?* Wanda asked you, kissing your cheek softly.

*Mhmm.* You responded, gasping at how easy it was.

*I can talk to you like this?* 

“Yes, baby girl, you can.” Natasha’s voice echoed outside of her mind and you shook your head into focus, watching Wanda’s fingers retreat from your temple. 

“You gotta be all in, honey, because that is not going away for a long time.” She warned you and you nodded.

“I… I promise.” You stuttered, feeling pride in yourself that echoed from Natasha and Wanda’s mind.

“Now, shall we stay and chat or shall we go back home?” The Widow offered you and you thought for a moment.

“Stay. No boys.” You smirked, watching them grin before they held you close and continued to talk about anything and everything.

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep by the sounds of their hushed voices, closing your eyes as you rested your head on Natasha’s arm. She smirked as your breathing evened out and lightly kissed your neck, to which Wanda matched by kissing your nose.

“She’s too cute, Tasha. If it wasn’t for my meltdown, we never would have found out.” Wanda chuckled, but Natasha’s eyebrow quirked up.

“You mean you never would have found out. I knew from about two weeks in.”

Wanda gave her a dramatic but soft gasp before she sulked, burying her head into your neck. She kissed the skin of your neck softly until she felt her locks being pushed away by nimble fingers.

“Don’t worry, malyshka (baby girl), Wanda is an oblivious idiot in love. Whilst I am the same, I’m not oblivious.” Natasha whispered to your sleeping form. 

“But you are an idiot.” Wanda gave her a short glare before she too, fell asleep, leaving Natasha to ask FRIDAY to take them home as she closed her eyes.

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Healing Hands

Summary: The attack on Kamar-Taj goes a bit differently than the stories say.

Warnings: Blood, death, burns.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Sorceress!Reader

A/N: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! So I feel like I haven’t updated in ages, so this is a little excerpt from my WIPs that I thought you might like! Idk what I should do with it tbh :’) This is also like a prologue!

pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii, pt. iv, pt. v, pt. vi

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The battle was lost. There was no denying it. As soon as the Scarlet Witch had broken through the mind of a single sorcerer, the battle was lost. 

Death followed her. Your friends, lifelong friends, were gone. Those in the beds in front of you were clinging onto life with a deceivingly weak grip. 

Sparks flew next to you, but they didn’t alarm you. “Y/N, you need to leave. The Scarlet Witch cannot find you.” 

“If anybody needs to leave, it’s you, Wong. You’re Sorcerer Supreme, you know more than all of us combined. She’ll try to expunge that knowledge from you, in any way she knows how.” You barked as your hands hovered above an injured young sorcerer, charred burn wounds running the length of his left side.

The blue wisps falling from your fingertips streaked around the young boy’s body. He couldn’t be more than 9 or 10, and yet he was fighting for his life against the most powerful force known to you. 

Your hands began to shake before the tips of your magic, the ones that surrounded the boy’s body, turned black. You fought against it, you really did, but Wong pulled you away as the boy passed on.

“She’s infecting them, Wong. Some sort of dark magic, trying to seep energy out of anything it touches.” You grimaced, angered that you lost him.

You looked at the dead bodies around you. You could have saved them, but the Scarlet Witch was powerful. 

You turned to Wong. “Go. Protect the girl. I’ll hold her off.”

“Absolutely not!” He snarled, but you took his shoulders gently.

“Wong… She cannot take her power. Go.”

He gave you a defeated look before hugging you tightly. “It’s been a pleasure to be your friend.”

“Please, let it be mine.” You chuckled.

You stepped back from him before bowing traditionally, bidding him goodbye as he portalled away. You also made your own portal, your Slingy wrapped neatly around your fingers until you came face-to-face with the outside of Kamar-Taj.

The once masterful fortress had crumbled beneath the touch of the Scarlet Witch. Pillars had crumbled to the ground, cannons had destroyed the roofs of nearby healing huts, and you recognised the bodies writhing in the Witch’s grip.

“Where is he?!” She demanded of them, a hiss in her tone - an accent, perhaps?

She turned around at the feeling of your mind. It was bright, much brighter than those in her clutch. Almost warm, in fact. “The Sorcerer Supreme will not be speaking with you today.” You spoke monotonously, your fingers interlocked as they hung by your waist.

“And who might you be?” She asked, her magic no longer torturing your friends but they were still in her hold.

“Healer Y/N, get away! Run!” Rintrah bellowed at you, but she covered his mouth with a red seal.

“Y/N, huh?”

“I am Healer Y/N, yes.” You replied.

“And what exactly does a healer do?” She queried, taking a few steps closer to you as you stood at the top of the stone stairs.

“It is in the name, Wanda Maximoff - I heal those who are wounded.” 

Wanda hadn’t heard her full name for a while, amused that you would both know and use it. 

“Tell me, Y/N, what kind of wounds can you heal?”

You eyed her foot as she stepped up. “Burns, as of late. But lacerations, bruises, broken bones-”

“How about a broken heart?” 

You raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m afraid those kinds of injuries take a bit longer to heal.”

“How long would you say? If you had to estimate?” 

Even though the urge to step back came when she climbed the second set of stairs, you kept your ground, leaving you one more set between the two of you. “Depends. What damage did the heart take? What love was lost?”

“Parental.” A step. “Brotherly.” Another. “Motherly. Marital.”

She came to your eye length on the second last step, taking the final two to stand a few inches above. “Familial.”

“Then I’m sorry, Ms Maximoff, but your heart will need time to heal. Long, precarious time, with abilities beyond my own-”

“Oh, but you can learn, can’t you?” Wanda interrupted, raising her blackened fingertips to your cheek. 

“Isn’t that how the world works? By learning?”

“I-”

“Time is but a human construct to comprehend the vastness of the universe. The multiverse. Is there nothing you could do to learn more, to be faster than you are now?”

You held up a hand to her, your eyebrows furrowing. “If you wish for an answer, then you will give me time to speak.”

She smiled at you, stepping back once. It wasn’t much, but she was then silent as she waited for your response. 

You sighed, folding your arms. Wanda’s eyebrows raised in alarm - a sorcerer’s arms were its weapons. What on earth were you?

“There is a way I can heal you faster than originally thought.”

Her eyes widened before her smile grew. “Great. How?”

“Let my friends go.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “No.”

“Then may you suffer for as long as your heart desires.” You turned around.

Anger bubbled inside of the witch before she threw a blast at your turned back, surprised when a barrier of blue blocked it. You turned again, your glowing eyes a frightening sight.

“Harming me will do you no good, Ms Maximoff.”

“ARGH!” She growled, whipping a wisp around you before she brought you closer, a firm grip on your healer cloak.

“If you will not give me an answer, I will reap it out of you, one day at a time.”

A glowing red sigil to your right alarmed Rintrah and his horns glowed, eldritch magic shooting out to grab your ankle. Wanda looked between him, the golden chain, and you, watching you shake your head at the R'Vaalian before blue magic cut through the chain like a hot knife.

*She needs it, Master Rintrah. Tell Wong not to come for me - this is something that must be done to protect the multiverse.* You sent the thought to him before Wanda’s sigil consumed you, red dust clouding your vision as she knocked you unconscious.

A/N - Ideas are welcomed!

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Deafening Silence

Summary: This is a prequel to Silence Speaks When Words Can’t, so go read that before you read this (even though, chronologically, this comes before it). Because of this, it’s got a lot of jumps in it :)

Pairings: ScarletWidow x Fem!Healer!Reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst 

Warnings: Fainting/Passing out, light coma, 

Requested: YES/no

Words: 2,922

A/N: I hate uni. That’s it, go read.

*not my gifs*

Like your normal days, the sun broke through the window and shone on your face, waking you up abruptly. Little spots danced between your eyes until they healed, making you sigh as you got up to get ready for the day. 

You didn’t have much to do, but you really wanted to get it done - Wanda and Natasha were coming home, along with the rest of the team, but they didn’t give you the time that they would be back. So, you decided to get started early so that you could be prepared for any time.

You started in the kitchen, whipping up some cupcakes and cookies whilst following Wanda’s recipes. You knew that she had enchanted them so that only you, Natasha and herself could open them, but Natasha can’t cook to save her life, so it was really only you two. 

You popped the cupcakes in the top oven and the cookies in the bottom oven. “FRIDAY, can you tell me when they’re done?” 

“Of course, Ms L/N.” The AI responded.

You set out to decorate the living room, kitchen and dining room with as many ‘welcome home’ decorations as you could find, even printing some little figurines of them all with Tony’s 3D printer. You smiled at the mini versions of your girlfriends and placed them on top of the little tower you made, filled with sweet and savoury treats. 

You collected the cookies and cupcakes when FRIDAY told you they were done and you had to wait to ice the cupcakes, not wanting the icing to melt. After the recommended time you found in Wanda’s notes, you set some aside and decorated the rest with some plain white icing. 

Then, you went back to those cupcakes, dyed the icing, and took extra special care with the now red-and-black icing to make it swirl upwards in the way you knew Wanda did to make them perfect.

You put them in the fridge to let it all set whilst you piled the cookies onto several plates, getting chips and other snacks before you sat down on the couch.

Now, you had to wait.

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7 o’clock at night. You waited the whole freaking day, and now you felt like an idiot. You wasted all of the ingredients, Tony’s printer materials, the balloons, the decorations, and you sulked on the couch whilst you scrolled through your phone.

You smiled weakly at the sight of your girlfriends in your camera roll. Wanda, as per usual, had spilled something on her shirt and Natasha was ready to lick it off, but the witch’s power held her back as she grabbed a cloth instead. You chuckled as you remembered Natasha’s words, which you swore never to repeat.

With a stroke of need, you dialled Natasha, knowing full well she wouldn’t pick up. 

“Y/N/N? What’s wrong, honey?” 

You sniffled, confused. “Tasha?”

“Hi, baby. Are you okay? Is everything okay at the compound?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.” You tried to hide the evidence of your tears, but she knew better than that.

“We’ll be home in about half an hour, unless you want us to pick up dinner on the way home?” 

“No! I mean, no, just… just come home.” You murmured, cursing yourself for sounding so desperate.

“Okay. Do you wanna say hi to Wanda?”

“HI Y/N/N!” The witch yelled through.

You chuckled softly. “Hi, my love.”

“How are you feeling? Was last night’s call helpful?”

You briefly remembered calling them, unable to get to sleep, and you nodded before you remembered you weren’t on FaceTime. “Yeah, it really helped, Wands. Thank you, both of you.” 

You heard a playful ‘aw’ from Tony and rolled your eyes. “Shut up, Stark.” 

“Rude!” He scoffed, but chuckles came from all around. 

“We love you, Y/N, we’ll be home soon.” 

“Bye-bye.” You muttered weakly, hanging up. 

You pulled the blanket from the side of the couch on top of you and sighed happily, ready to be in your girlfriends’ arms once more. 

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When you woke a few hours later to the sound of FRIDAY’s alert, you shot up and felt your stomach churning. 

“Ms L/N, get to the medical room now.” 

You sprinted down the hallway, not liking the feeling in your chest as it crept around your heart, squeezing it like it was the prey of a boa. You saw a pretty banged up Steve and Tony walk past and light touches to their arms healed them completely.

You needed your girls. Now.

You finally got to the medical rooms and saw them lying in side-by-side beds, horror running through you as you saw Natasha’s body spasm whilst the doctors tried to get her under control. You sped to her side and took her hand, only for Wanda to start crashing too.

“Everybody out!” You yelled over the commotion, the doctors questioning your methods until Thor came in and asked them to get out too.

You whipped around and pressed a hand to his chest, healing him too, before you took Natasha and Wanda’s hands. Wisps of green began to emanate from your conjoined hands as your knees shook, every ounce in your body fighting to both heal them and to keep yourself upright.

“Lady Y/N, it won’t work! You’ll kill yourself in the process, stop!” Thor begged, but you shook your head.

“If I die saving them, then it’s a worthy sacrifice. The world needs the Avengers.” 

“But they need you.” 

You shook your head and felt it get lighter and lighter. “The world… needs… them.” 

You felt your knees hit the ground as that feeling around your heart constricted further, making it impossible to breathe until you let go of Natasha and Wanda’s hands, catching yourself before you could face plant into the cold tiles.

You heard them cough and splutter whilst you groaned on the floor, feeling two meaty hands lift you like you weighed nothing more than a feather. Their words made you recognise them as Thor’s hands, but two pairs of thin, nimble ones came to your chest and face.

“Y/N/N, STAY AWAKE, PLEASE!” 

It sounded a million miles away, like you were drifting through space and someone was talking to you through the comms. You marvelled at the stars in your vision, finding constellations where there were none, and slumped into the bed previously occupied by Wanda. 

“Wel… Welcome… home.” You muttered before you passed out. 

Natasha and Wanda looked at your still form with complete fear and guilt running through them. Only hours ago, you had called them with tears evident in your tone and they had told you they would be home soon. 

But Fury called them and they had to fight all over again, with half-full magazines and fatigued bodies, they were losing against the smaller, second mission. However, Thor summoned a bolt of lightning so powerful that it fried all of their enemies, leaving him with a few jets to commandeer and bring them all home. He had called in doctors by calling Maria, but he knew what would happen if you were alerted. 

Now, it was their turn to wait. 

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It took four days for you to wake up properly. You had faded in and out of your unconscious state, uncertainty and fear coursing through you but the one constant was seeing Natasha and Wanda by your bedside. 

During those brief moments of consciousness, Natasha would be running her fingers through your hair whilst Wanda spoke to you softly, giving you words of encouragement and promises that they wouldn’t leave your side.

They kept their promises with every time your eyes opened, making sure they were awake to help you calm down or to ease your mind. Wanda monitored your unconscious state with her magic whilst Natasha’s eyes never seemed to stray from your vitals. 

But now, you were fully awake without either of them there. 

“F-FRIDAY?” You asked softly.

“Yes, Ms L/N?” She asked just as softly as your voice, not wanting to startle you.

“W-Where’s Tasha a-and Wanda?” You shivered underneath your blankets.

“I will alert them that you are awake. Unfortunately, you are not in a Stark bed, so I cannot help you warm up. I will alert Mr Stark about that.” 

You nodded mindlessly and kept your eyes closed, the lights around you quite bright, and you only opened them when you heard two pairs of boots stop suddenly outside of your room.

“Y/N/N!” Wanda cried, hurtling towards you with a tear-filled hug whilst Natasha came to your side and held your hand. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired, but I just had a four-day nap.” You chuckled weakly, but neither of them found it humorous. 

Wanda sat further down on your lap and noticed how you shivered, with Natasha already on it considering your vitals were giving her a warning. 

“Get off her, Wanda.” The Widow muttered.

The witch climbed off of you but never fully left you, still holding your hand, and Natasha brought you some more blankets.

“FRIDAY, can you ask Tony or someone to put some soup in the microwave?” 

“Of course, Ms Romanoff.” 

The two of them sat by your side but you could see the emotion on their face, looking down at your blankets as you cuddled up further into them.

“Why, Y/N/N?” Natasha asked, her voice broken on the question.

“You were dying. Both of you.” You answered, not looking at either of them.

“The doctors-”

“They weren’t even close to saving you.” You spat as you interrupted Wanda.

“I could feel you slipping away. Your bodies… they- they were thrashing on the beds, your eyes rolled back into your heads- do you know how terrifying that is? To see the two women in your life as nothing more than bodies flopping around like dying fish?”

“Thor told us that you said something about saving us, about how the world needs us. What about us needing you?” Natasha finally pulled your eyes away by holding your jaw.

“Hmm? Whilst you were using your life force to heal ours, did you even stop to think about that? About how broken we’d be if you weren’t here?”

“You would have had each other… You’d have been fine.” You murmured, pushing her hand off of your face.

“No, Y/N, we wouldn’t have been ‘fine’.” Wanda growled.

“Everybody says that when you lose someone you love, a piece of your heart goes with them. You know how many people I’ve lost. How many more pieces do you think I have?”

You hid under your blankets and closed your eyes, a thought creeping through your mind before you dismissed it.

But Wanda heard it. “Seriously? Wishing to go back to sleep and not having to deal with this? Y/N, that’s low.” 

“I wanted you to come home!” You snapped, throwing all of the blankets off of you even though that was a hard task.

“I wanted you in my arms, safe at 7:30, when you promised! I spent an entire day getting the compound ready for a nice relaxed evening, but you decided to go play more heroes! I didn’t think I’d be here, sitting in a medical bed, arguing with you about how I nearly died saving you! The world doesn’t even know I exist, because I don’t have superpowers like you! I’m a healer! It’s my calling to heal the wounded! I can’t control it, even if I tried!”

You stood up and found a renewed strength in you as you ripped the wires off of your body and sent the machines into a cacophony of beeping. 

“If you died, everybody would blame me for letting two of the best Avengers die! But if I died, nobody would bat an eyelash because evidently, I’m not that important!” You marched out of the room and ignored the way that Tony had brought your soup, only to come back and thank him softly.

“How are you feeling, kiddo?” He asked, walking with you.

“Dumb, stupid girlfriends.” You muttered, sipping on the soup as you subconsciously followed him into his lab. 

He chuckled and sat down on his chair, leaving you to do the same on his wheeled stool. You shivered slightly and took another spoonful of soup, but froze when you felt something being placed on your back.

You watched as the suit built outwards and surrounded your body, sighing into the warmth of the heater. “Thank you, Tony.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Those cupcakes you made were delicious, by the way. And the figurines? Those were cool.” 

You smiled, happy to have your efforts acknowledged and appreciated. “Thanks, Tony. Can… Can I keep the suit? Just for now, ‘cause I’m cold?” 

“Yeah, sure. You can ‘keep it’ keep it if you want. I don’t really use it since I’ve built a heater into all of my suits now.” He shrugged, watching you smile as you left.

You entered the kitchen and saw a small note on the last cupcake decorated with green icing, confused since you didn’t make any green icing. “For Y/N - if anybody eats this, we will kill you.” You read aloud, chuckling softly.

You flipped it over as you saw some writing on the back. ‘Y/N - please come and find us when you see this magical cupcake. Love, Tasha and Wands xx’. You blushed and put the note in your pocket before you abandoned your soup and took your cupcake.

You searched through the compound, holding your cupcake with both hands, and heard a familiar sound coming from your bedroom. You slowly walked towards it and hid against the wall, listening to the two voices inside.

“Hurry up, Wanda, she’s gonna be here any minute!”

“I’m trying to pick between green sheets and red sheets which is already stressing enough, so will you calm down?! God, it’s like the first night we became a throuple.” 

You chuckled softly, remembering that night filled with lots of blushing, lots of stolen kisses, and lots and lots of affection. 

“FRIDAY, where’s Y/N?”

“She’s outside.” 

“Fuck!” 

You stepped into the doorframe and almost burst out laughing at the scene in front of you. Candles along the bottom of the TV were lit whilst snacks, drinks and pizza were on the side table. Meanwhile, the bed was in shambles as Wanda’s magic turned the sheets green and Natasha was so swept up in the duvet cover that she had gotten lost.

“Wanda? Why’s everything quiet?” Natasha asked.

You snickered softly and watched her freeze, moving around the bed to help her out of the cover. You smirked as her cheeks turned bright red before you kissed them softly, turning to Wanda as you leaned on Natasha.

“Struggling to choose, my love? You know what my favourite colours are.”

She smiled softly and changed them to red and black, sighing in relief before she walked over to you. “I see Tony has had his fair share of time with you.”

You shook your head as you laughed through your nose. “You two get so jealous so quickly.” 

Natasha’s arms laced around your waist and hummed at the belt buckle - it was both of their symbols layered on one another. “You’re our girl.”

You grinned and kissed her cheek until Wanda pulled you in by the belt and hugged you tightly. “Come on, it’s time for us to apologise.” 

You shook your head and tried to move out of her arms, but her magic picked up the both of you and placed you in the bed. Natasha crawled in behind and pressed the symbol on your back, the suit folding away before she chucked it blindly into the room. 

“Hey!” You barked playfully, only for her lips to seal over yours. 

You pressed slightly against them as Natasha’s tongue swept across your bottom lip, but she pushed no further. Wanda soon replaced hers and you sighed satisfactorily into it, her lips leaving yours whilst she moved your head to rest on her chest.

“We’re sorry for getting mad at you, love. We shouldn’t have.” She murmured, beginning to twist your hair through her fingers. 

“You are so important to us, dorogaya (darling), and we’d be devastated if we lost you. Please, just… you don’t have to go full throttle, okay?” Natasha kissed the back of your neck.

“Okay.” You sighed.

“Maybe Wanda can help you learn to control those urges to heal us. Hey, Wands?”

“Always.” She responded, kissing your temple.

“Now, who’s hungry?” You asked, gesturing to your cupcake.

Wanda hovered it in the air and cut it perfectly into three, licking the green icing off of your nose whilst Natasha licked it on your cheek, just out of reach of your lips. 

“Stop licking me.” You grumbled, but they both chuckled.

“I think cuddles and movies are in order.” Wanda declared, making you grin with Natasha as she put your favourite movie on.

They fed you some slices of pizza and made sure you drank a lot of water before your eyelids became heavy and you struggled to keep them open. You felt soft touches on your cheek and looked over to see Wanda’s fingers creeping closer to your eyelids.

“Shut them, detka (baby). Tasha and I are not leaving you for a while.” She murmured, shutting your eyelids for you.

“But I wanna watch the movie…” You grumbled quietly.

“You can finish it in the morning.” Natasha snickered, gliding her fingers along your bicep before you fell asleep to the sounds of their heartbeats.

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Couple Goals

Summary: A measly fight on the oval could not compare to a soccer goalie and cheerleader love. Especially when comments on the cheerleader are made. No power AU

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Goalie!Reader

Warnings: John Walker being rude about Wanda, blood, fights, asshole behaviour I’ve witnessed/experienced :) let me know if there’s anything else!

A/N: Based on a request for soccer!reader with Wanda where reader gets hurt, but I scaled it up a notch by putting in a similar fight to what my sister has had, and where i came in and put the girl into hospital :) (btw, it’s gender!neutral and supposed to be a mixed team, but I only named a few boys 🙈 also used some inspiration, as you will see below)

You stood by your car in the parking lot of West View High School, with tonight as the grand final of the local schools’ soccer competition. Your team had been waiting for this moment as you went up against East View High, your arch-nemesis, who had won last year by playing dirty. You weren’t there, they’d messed you up pretty badly earlier in the year, but now you wanted revenge. 

Just as you shut your passenger door after grabbing your boots and gloves, you looked up to see your stunning girlfriend appear with a shimmer of her red jacket.

“Hi, draga (dear).” She beamed, giving you a short kiss on the lips before walking with you to the oval.

“So, Natasha and I have come up with this really cool sequence that I think you’ll like, but I really want you to see it before we show anyone else because I know how honest you are and how you never lie to me-”

You took her hand and squeezed it softly, the tiny fingers engulfed in your palm, before the words coming out of her mouth next were swallowed by your sealing kiss. You stopped walking, boots in one hand and a Sokovian in the other, and kissed her softly. 

“You, Wanda Maximoff, are a worrier.” You stated as you pulled away. 

“I am… not.” She huffed, slightly out of breath. 

“Indeed you are. Honey, anything you come up with is amazing. And that Russian? Boy does she have a wicked mind.” You chuffed, noticing the crinkle of her nose turn slightly sour. 

“That’s my best friend you are talking about.”

“Do you know why I like her mind?” You continued to tease her, wondering how far her jealousy would reach.

And you easily found out - about as far as two hands firmly tied round your waist.

“Let me remind you, I am in charge here.” She grumbled, leaning into you as you chuckled.

“I know, princess. I’m just playing with you.” Your fingers scaled from her waist up her firm but small bicep until they reached behind her ear, tangling themselves into her brunette locks.

“You know I love you, right?” 

“Mhmm.” She hummed, kissing your chest just as a whistle blew in the distance.

“Y/L/N!” Your soccer coach bellowed, signalling your time up.

“I’ll see you tonight, gorgeous.” You murmured, giving her a quick kiss before you jogged over to the team for warm-up.

Wanda didn’t even realise she was staring until she felt a nudge into her ribs, causing her to cave slightly. 

“Come on, Wands - we gotta practise in the hall before tonight, because you will not focus with that stunner in your field of view. I don’t think anyone could.” Natasha chided playfully, dragging Wanda by the hand. 

But not without her sparkling green eyes catching your loving smirk, bashful cheeks forming at the wink you sent her. 

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After training, you had to quickly dash home and change into your uniform since it was different from the rest of the team - black writing on red was your team’s colours, so you had to wear light blue. You slipped on the jersey and shorts before darting back into your car, surprised you weren’t pulled over by the time you arrived.

You fumbled your boot laces on the sideline as your team warmed up, your eyes drifting around the crowd until they landed right at the front row. Wanda was there with her teammates, probably going over their strategy you had yet to see.

Warm-up was good, but you were already slightly warm from your training beforehand, so you didn’t push that hard. When the other team finally arrived, you scowled at the sight of the boy who sent you to the hospital last year. 

“Y/N, don’t.” Your mid-back, Jaden, stopped you from going towards him. 

“John’s not worth it.” 

You huffed, already knowing he was going to play dirty. You looked up into the crowd to see the cheerleaders - more specifically, your Wanda - walk down the steps to the beat of the band’s drums. 

“Who are we?!” Natasha yelled towards the crowd. 

“W-E-S-T!” The crowd responds, clearly having gone over the plan with a few of them. 

“We are the best, because we’re the west!” The girls cheered, your eyes darting over Wanda’s figure before you spotted the black and red face paint on her cheeks. 

You glared over at John, his disgusting blonde hair and his teammates before your team disperses onto the field. A gleeful grin made its way to your lips and you quickly ran over to the crowd.

“WHAT DO WE THINK OF EAST VIEW?!” You howled.

“SHIT!” The crowd responded.

“WHAT DO WE THINK OF SHIT?!”

“EAST VIEW!”

“THANK YOU!”

“THAT’S ALRIGHT! WE HATE EAST VIEW, WE HATE EAST VIEW! WE HATE EAST VIEW, WE HATE EAST VIEW!” 

Your chant sent the crowd into a frenzy, a yell from your coach to get on the field before the referee blew the whistle.

*Game on.* You thought to yourself as you mentally prepared for a massacre.

Almost ten minutes in and your left forward, Marcel, got tackled badly by John and was subbed off of the field. Another ten minutes and Jaden got tackled, to which you argued with the referee and he warned you. You knew that he was either blind or being bought out by John, who was easily the richest in that stupid preppy school. 

A corner against you was given later, to which John came up to you as the middle forward. “So, that brunette over there in the black and red…” 

You looked over at Wanda and she gave you a huge smile, shaking her pom poms as she jumped up and down, both in excitement and in your request for her to stay warm on the chilly night. 

“Is she available? She looks like a good fuck, but probably dumb as a sack of potatoes.” 

You huffed out a cloud of hot air and tried to ignore him, shuffling around and trying to screw up the kicker in the corner. He went for it and you jumped up, catching it just in front of John’s head. 

“Nope!” You jeered loudly, getting underneath their skin as you pushed John’s comment out of your mind. 

The play was on and you booted it up the field to your twin forwards, Fred and George, who were basically telepathic as they had the defenders in a dizzying dance, scoring in the bottom left corner just before the referee blew his whistle - one-nil, your way. 

After a quick drinks break and a strategy plan, you were back out on the field. Five minutes in, three of your players were down, with only one sub left. 

*Dwindling the numbers means tiring the players.* You thought to yourself, getting annoyed at John’s stupid smirk whenever he waved at Wanda.

But you were always glad to know that she was there smiling at you and only you. 

After a yellow card was given against Jaden, you were almost ready to blow the non-existent roof off of the place. The game was played slightly fairly for almost a whole quarter until a herd of their team stopped Sean, your right forward, from landing on the ground properly, causing him to hit his head.

Of course, East View continued to play, with the referee physically turning a blind eye as John sprinted down towards you. You tackled him head-on, going low to kick the ball out of the field, and you raced down to Sean. 

“Sean! Johnson! Come on, wake up!” You remembered your Health lessons and didn’t try to shake him, instead putting pressure on his collarbone. 

“OW!” He howled and you pulled away, sighing in relief until you followed the sight of his eyes.

“Coach Johnson!” You yelled, standing up slowly.

“Y/L/N!” He yelled back, your eyes drifting to him.

“Popcorn!” 

All hell broke loose.

You rushed towards John and tackled him to the ground, sitting on top of him whilst you threw punch after punch. He managed to get a few deep nail rakes through your sleeves, tearing the thin material easily. 

The referee was struggling to break up the two teams, the rivalry finally pushed over the edge until Coach Johnson came over. He pulled you and most of the others away, whilst the referee stood in front of the East View team.

“What am I paying you for if you can’t make a fucking simple call?!” John growled loudly, catching Coach’s attention.

“This game is over. I’m calling the association and you’re gonna get your licence removed.” He promised the referee, who followed him to his car whilst begging him not to.

You stormed over to your car and threw your stuff into the back, wincing as your arm bumped the car door.

“Are you okay, Iubirea mea (my love)?” Wanda asked you quietly, noticing your anger.

You turned around to face her slightly shivering form, pom poms rustling in her grip as she tried to keep warm with her arms covering her stomach. You took them from her, which she whimpered at, but you dug around in your passenger seat and opened the door wider.

“Get in, love.” You murmured, offering a jumper of yours.

She grabbed it and slipped it on, the hem reaching past her ass and the sleeves swallowing her arms whole as you drove home. You announced your presence to your parents but were too fast for them to see your wounds, even if they would ask in the morning.

You went into the bathroom, Wanda on your tail, and began to pull stuff out of the cupboards. You growled in frustration before soft hands eased the tension in your shoulders, your eyes drifting to the mirror to see her looking at you.

“You get in the shower and clean those. I’ll be back with some bandages.” She kissed the side of your head and went back downstairs.

You hopped in and out, a white towel slowly turning into an American flag lookalike until Wanda returned. She hissed at your wounds and immediately got to work, your eyes floating over her form.

“I’m gonna kill him when I see him next. I swear, that Joanne-”

“John.” You corrected.

“Whatever. He’s gonna get much worse than a bruised cheekbone, a black eye and a split lip. I’m gonna get my girls on him, just you wait and see.” She huffed.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” You commented, making her look at you.

She moved your arms up and sat down on the towel on your lap, giving you a sly grin before she leaned in and kissed you softly. 

“Kissing me is not going to make me take it back.” You murmured, listening to her sigh.

She pulled away and finished the last clip on your bandage, helping you stand up when she noticed how you wobbled. She guided you to your bed and laid you down, the scent of her cooking drifting from the right as a bowl sat upon your nightstand.

“You made me paprikás?” You smiled softly, looking up at her bashful cheeks still stained with red and black paint. 

“I made it last night and brought it over whilst you were at training. Thought it would be a nice meal, win or lose.” She murmured, rubbing her neck anxiously.

You brought her hand away and kissed her knuckles, watching her put a pillow on her lap before the bowl went on top. She dipped the spoon into the never-ending pool of sauce, pulling out some vegetables like they were from the great beyond.

You giggled quietly as she lifted the spoon to her lips, blowing on it before it came towards you. You cheekily accepted the spoon and sealed your teeth over the edges, making it difficult for her to pull it back out.

“Draga… (Dear)...” She warned you playfully, tilting her head to the side.

You immediately let go of the spoon, swallowing down the remnants of the dish. “Sorry.” You murmured.

“It’s okay. Just… no silly games, okay?” She whispered, a slight pang of hurt in her tone. “I was really worried.”

You lifted your hand to her cheek and stroked her soft skin a few times with your thumb, nodding. “Of course, I’ll stop.” 

You let Wanda feed you the whole dish, a small conversation of how she and the other cheerleaders were talking about your team, how they all thought you were hot defending the Sokovian whilst the others protected you from the East High boys. You checked with a few of them, and surely enough, they had a few injuries too.

“Hey.” Wanda called for your attention and you zeroed in on her.

“Are you okay? Your eyes keep drooping downwards.” 

“Just tired.” You mumbled, leaning towards her for a kiss.

She meets you halfway but doesn’t extend it any further than a peck, moving to straddle you underneath the blanket before she lies down on your front. Her arms wrap around your waist and she sighs into your chest, feeling comforted when your arms do the same.

“You tired from being the prettiest girl in the school?” You joked softly, kissing her forehead.

“No, I’m tired from being the girlfriend of the most overprotective idiot in the school.” She shot back jokingly, kissing your jaw before she returned to her normal posture.

You sighed against her head, feeling sleep try to take over you even if you wanted to simply savour the calm moment. Her shampoo wafting into your hair, the way her fingertips glided over your bruised skin as if she were nothing but the ticklish wind, how her… stunning green eyes… were imprinted on the back of your eyelids…

“Go to sleep, lubirea mea (my love). I’ll be here when you wake up.” Wanda’s whisper was the last thing you heard, her kiss against your neck the last thing you felt.

But the thought of her compassion, her kindness, her sweetness and her beauty carried on into your dream.

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Knives Are Sharp

Summary: It's time for dinner and Wanda's cooking, but knives tend to be sharp.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Speedster!Reader

Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff

Warnings: blood, knives, homophobia (but a fear of Wanda’s, not actual homophobia)

Requested: yes/NO

Words: 2,002

A/N - I might make a part two if people would like that :)

"Y/N! Can you come in here for a minute?" Wanda called out and the beautiful human that was you strode through the kitchen door.

"Hiya. What's up?" You lightly dipped your finger in one of the hot pots and sucked the sauce off, a delightful hum rumbling out of your chest.

"That's good, Wands."

"Thanks. Can you cut up some vegetables for the team? I didn't really put that many in because I know Thor's in a picky mood tonight." She requested.

"Of course." 

You were never one to deny a request from a woman, much less the gorgeous sweetheart that is Wanda Maximoff.

Using your speed, you sifted through the fridge and grabbed a bunch of carrots, capsicums, cucumbers and several pints of tomatoes. You sped around Wanda and grabbed the large knife from the set in the knife block before you came to a normal pace.

"Is there a board around here somewhere?" You asked as you leaned back to talk in Wanda's ear.

"Next to the microwave, Y/N/N." She smirked, your breath tickling her ear.

"Thanks, Wands."

You grabbed one and your knife sounded like a drum against the thick wooden board, the swift flick of a knife before you swirled it in your hand to let Wanda know you were done.

"Ta-da."

And the little remark always helped as a notice.

Wanda looked over her pots and pans and smiled softly at the sight of the neatly piled vegetables, stacked and assorted into both colour and vegetable, because you were like that.

Your brain would tingle when things were just right - if two songs crossed over perfectly in a playlist, if all of the plants in your room had one leaf touching the ones next to it to create one long 'chain'. Even when the placemats on the table were all neatly in line and the cutlery was in all the right spots.

"Y/N, can you pass me the knife?" Wanda asked sweetly.

"Yeah, sure." 

You weren’t quite sure why you sounded so soft, but after cleaning it under the sink for exactly 20 seconds each side, you handed the knife back to Wanda and watched her as she cut up some chicken.

"You know, you could be helpful and stir the pots as I cut this up." She complained playfully.

"Yeah, I could, but they're already stirred." You smirked.

Wanda quickly turned her head to look over her shoulder and saw the sauces of each pot and pan swirling from you having already stirred them.

"You forget, Maximoff, that I have a bit of experience in the kitchen." You grinned.

"I know, I know. Ah-!" Wanda hissed as she pulled her hand away from the chicken, a blotch of blood on the raw meat as her finger bled freely.

"Run it under cold water, Wands." You instructed and the witch shuffled over in her fluffy socks that brightened up her grey sweats and a green shirt that she had stolen from you a while ago.

"Shit. Y/N, it stings like hell." She whined.

"You know, I would scold you for swearing but that one looks deep. Besides, that's Steve's job." You grinned at her rolling eyes as you pulled out the first aid kit, immediately reaching for a gauze pad and a big band-aid.

"C'mere." You beckoned for the witch to sit in the chair but she gravitated back to the pots and pans on the massive stove.

"Nuh-uh." You grabbed her by the waist and sat her down in the kitchen chair, a huff of exaggeration coming from the witch until she winced at the stinging in her finger.

"Ow, Y/N." She grumbled.

"Oh, relax. If it's stinging, that means it's doing its job of cleaning your cut." You rolled your eyes whilst focusing, wrapping the gauze around the cut before wrapping her finger in the band-aid.

"All done." You brushed the flapping sticky side down with the back of your knuckle and proceeded to tidy up the first aid kit.

"Thanks, Y/N/N. How did you know how to treat it?" Wanda moved back to the pots and pans but turned them all down to simmer after she stirred them all once.

"Wanda, what's my last name?" You asked knowingly.

"Romanoff." She replied as she cut off the bloodied piece of chicken and threw the other pieces into a pan.

"Exactly. And how many bullet wounds do you think I've had to stitch up on my sister's body, or how many times I've had to pull out grenade fragments?" You stood after putting the first aid kit back under the sink.

"Probably a lot, since she seems to jump off high heights and likes to exchange punches with the bad guys." Wanda chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

"She loves to jump off buildings and she just ends up getting stitched back together by me."

"Have you ever... had to stitch yourself up?" Wanda asked slowly.

"Of course. When your sister is the famous Black Widow, you earn a few enemies and they try to take advantage. But you can't grab something that's faster than the blink of an eye." You grinned at her.

"What if you get injured on your back?" Wanda gave you a genuinely concerned look.

"I dunno. I normally just sleep it off and it'll be healed in the morning." You shrugged your shoulders as you picked at your fingers, something Wanda noticed that you two had in common.

A comfortable silence fell between you both as the dishes bubbled above the flames, with Wanda's fingers fidgeting with the band-aid whilst you softly scolded her for it.

"If you keep doing that..." You took her hand away from the other.

"I might just have to hold onto it."

You noticed how flustered Wanda got and immediately regretted your actions, letting go of her hand before she picked at her nails.

You hated seeing Wanda in any sort of pain or discomfort, so hearing about Pietro's death hit you hard, and the fact that you’re also a speedster wasn't exactly the greatest reminder for the witch.

"Y/N, I- uh... I wanted to talk to you about something. Something I haven't really considered telling you until the past few days." She stammered.

"Shoot." You sat on the chair next to Wanda's and invited the emo witch to sit next to you.

"So you know how Natasha likes Steve and Tony likes Pepper? Like, they like the opposite sex?" She asked.

"Mhmm." You smiled softly, instantly knowing what she was trying to do.

"And you know how there's more than one gender? Like, not just male and female?" She asked again.

You hummed and placed your hand on top of Wanda's fidgeting fingers as the witch let out a shaky breath.

"Well... I like all genders, regardless of what they are. It also has a name - it's called pansexual." She looked up at you for the first time since she had started talking and was unable to read the kind look you held in your eyes.

"Wh-What I'm trying to say is... I identify as pansexual." She tried to clarify.

"Okay." Was all you said, brushing your hand on Wanda's arm supportively and you could tell the huge weight the witch had lifted off of her shoulders.

"You're okay with it?" She questioned.

"Of course I'm okay with it, Wands. Love is love, and I'm very... well, I'm ecstatic that you felt comfortable enough to come out to me and if you want it kept quiet, I completely understand. It's your sexuality and your life, not mine."

You were about to stand and stir the pots before Wanda began to ramble.

"You're really okay with it? Are you sure? If you aren't, I understand. I know some people like Steve or Bucky aren't exactly supportive of it-"

"Wanda." You took her hands into both of yours and held them softly.

"I am completely okay with it. I know what it's like for people not to like you for you and it's soul-crushing when you find out. When I told Steve about my sexuality, he threatened to break up with Tasha because he felt that he couldn't have an in-law that wasn’t straight, that it was wrong. So she did it first."

"That's why they broke up?" Wanda was shocked - Natasha told her that she had fallen out of love for Steve, but she didn't expect her to lie.

"I know that Tasha lied to you, but she did it to protect me. I asked her to stay quiet and she did. If you had known sooner... I don't know, maybe you would have felt more comfortable coming out to me - I guess you would have felt like you had an ally or a friend." You shrugged.

*A friend.* The witch thought to herself, despising that word.

"Anyway... how are you feeling, Wands? I know sometimes you can get overwhelmed with emotion. I mean, I did when I came out to Tasha." You pulled her out of her thoughts and Wanda nodded softly, a small chuckle coming out of her lungs that made you do the same.

"I never would have picked you for that type. You're always speeding around." Wanda moved back to the pots and stirred their contents.

"Have you seen my tattoos? I thought they were obvious but not even Tony picked up on them."

As Wanda shook her head, you slowly peeled back different sections of your clothing to reveal small colourful lions that dotted across your skin, from the one on your neck to the one on your ankle.

And then it clicked in Wanda’s mind. "The colours match the flag."

You chuckled as you leaned your head on one arm that sat on the kitchen counter top. "I am surprised that you know the flag." You smirked.

"Well, when I was questioning, I did think I was like that for a second. But then I realised I didn't mind what someone identified as - like you said, love is love." Wanda slowly brought the spoon to her lips and tasted each dish, nodding to herself and you darted off.

A few seconds later, you came back and grabbed out a bunch of bowls and plates, letting Wanda dish up her food before filling your own bowl and walking towards the dinner table.

As the others piled in, you saw how Wanda had become tense at the sight of Steve, Bucky and Tony but you reached your hand under the table and squeezed Wanda’s hand softly in support.

"Nice dinner, Wanda." Steve complimented.

"Th-Thanks, Steve." She answered back, confused looks coming from him whilst you and Natasha communicated in your 'secret' language.

"Estne bene? (Is she okay?)" Natasha asked you and you nodded, the Widow understanding from your silence that the topic was private and continued to eat her own dinner.

"Ooh, that looks nasty, Wanda." Bucky pointed at the witch’s wrapped finger and she nodded with a shaky breath, using a spoonful of dinner to cover her nerves.

*Wanda, I know you can hear me. If you aren't comfortable right now, squeeze my hand twice.* You murmured in your mind.

The witch did the action and she read the plan in your mind, 'accidentally' scraping her band-aid with her knife and you put on a good show in front of the boys.

"Come on, Wands - if it weren't for me, you'd be bleeding out on the floor." You whipped the both of you to the kitchen and out of sight of the table's occupants.

"Breathe, Wanda. Nice and slow, in and out is good. You're here with me, your friendly neighbourhood Speedy." You smirked as it brought a slight chuckle to Wanda's lips, grabbing the first aid box back out and focused on redoing Wanda's dressing.

"Thanks for this, Y/N." She murmured.

"Don't worry about it, princess." You kissed her forehead softly before you walked back to the table.

Princess.

Now Wanda didn't mind that.

A/N - Do we want a part 2 or nah? (Update - Part 2 is out)

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Healing Hands pt.3

Summary: Wanda sees what happens when she goes behind your back.

Warnings: fighting, backstory time, Wanda uses Agatha’s techniques. lmk if there’s anything else!

A/N: This is probably gonna be the last piece today :’(

pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii, pt. iv, pt. v, pt. vi

*not my gif*

You woke up in a daze, your body still fatigued but not as incredibly so as before. You shuffled through the house to be greeted by the sight of Wanda cooking eggs, your tired mind ignoring hers as you went outside.

The sun recharged your body and you decided to stay out there, stay away from the witch, even if your inner healer wanted to start again. You kept your eyes away from her as she conjured another porch chair, sitting on the other side of the door.

“How are you-”

“Don’t.” You interrupted.

Wanda turned to face you, watching how cold you looked. Your face held no emotion, but your body language did. It told her everything she needed to know, everything she already knew - you loathed her. 

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” She murmured, looking down at her marked hand.

“What did you do to me?”

Those same words echoed in your mind, but from last night. The fury behind them was terrifying, but you unfortunately knew that deep down, it wasn’t her fault, so your heart couldn’t blame her. “I’m sure Stephen told you.” 

She froze. “What do you mean?”

You glared at her. “I feel every piece of energy in this cage, Scarlet Witch. I know you have America locked up downstairs, unconscious and in need of healing. I know you talked to Stephen because his astral form explained your fight to me in my dream. And I know what you truly seek.”

You stood, standing tall above her seated position as your anger surfaced. It was terrifying for the witch, the way your face was calm and yet your eyes flickered with angered power.

“You seek not to heal yourself. You seek to harm others to get what you want. You want your ‘boys’ from another universe? Okay, go for it. But you will hurt that Wanda Maximoff in the process. You will and have hurt America by trying to take her power. You will have hurt everyone in the process of claiming something that is not yours, was never yours, and never will be yours.”

You looked down at your hand and Wanda gasped, standing up abruptly. She grabbed your hand, throwing it into different positions to make sure she wasn’t seeing what she was seeing. 

But the Darkhold was not deceiving her this time.

“And you will have hurt me, just as you’ve already done.” You muttered, pulling your blackened fingertips away from hers whilst you stormed away, slamming your bedroom door shut.

Wanda simply stood at the porch door, watching you as a tear fell down her cheeks. Why was everything going so wrong?

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You lay in your bed, no more energetic than this morning. Your body was in order, but your mind had been consumed with chaos, with her. Was this a trick? Was the magic that binded you together too much for you? Would you lose your mind before your intended goal was achieved?

A knock came at the door before it opened, a sniffling sound coming from the other side. You glared at Wanda as America came into your view too, the young girl tackling you in a hug whilst Wanda left.

“You’re alright, young one. There there, easy now.” You cooed, gently rocking her from side to side.

“It hurts, Master Healer.” She whined against your sleeve, tears soaking it.

“You do not have to call me that, little one. You may call me Y/N.” You assured her.

“Now, where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere. It’s like she’d torn me apart from the inside out and just… left me there to die.” She sobbed, but your inner spirit knew.

“Lift your shirt for me, America. Just to your belly button, alright?”

With your focus on America, you didn’t notice how Wanda was listening intently on the other side, her magic manipulating the door to become a one-way mirror. She watched you slowly tend to America, keeping her calm and collected whilst you chatted.

“Master Y/N?” 

“Yes, America?” You replied, holding your hand over her stomach as you moved it fluidly and consistently like a shark’s tail. 

“How did you become a healer? A-And is there a process to becoming a Master Healer? Can... Can I be a healer? Like you?” She asked you meekly, nerves causing her stutter.

She was in front of THE Master Healer - why wouldn’t she be nervous?

You took a deep breath. “Stephen wouldn’t tell you the process, would he?” 

She shook her head. “He said I had to hear it from you. That only you could tell me.”

You nodded at the fact. “Are you sure? It is nothing short of a gruesome story, not to mention my past.”

Wanda’s interest peaked. She would finally learn how you were different from the other sorcerers, how you became a healer. She would learn what made you you, what made you special to her.

Maybe then she wouldn’t need you anymore.

“First, you must learn the difference between healers and regular sorcerers.” You stated, watching America’s chest rise and fall steadily as a good sign.

“Regular Sorcerers are humans that have harnessed the teachings of eldritch magic and utilised them to protect the world. Healers… once we become Healers, we are no longer human.”

“How come?” America murmured.

“We go through a series of spells cast by the Sorcerer Supreme to enhance our capabilities. Think of it like a pumpkin carving on Halloween - the spells carve out my insides, take away anything that’s unnecessary, and replace them with the ability to manipulate energy.”

“So… it’s painful?” She squeaked, getting a sense of your power acquirement.

You looked at the nervous girl, conflicted between telling her the truth or omitting it. “Are you sure you wish to know?”

She gave you a silent nod. Wanda nodded behind her magic, tempted to come in and sit but she knew you would not say a thing to her. 

“Okay, here it goes.” You took a deep breath before you recalled the moments prior to your healer status. 

“Yes. Incredibly so. It’s like your body is being subdued in a blazing fire and a pool of Arctic water at the same time. You don’t know which way is up because all you are focused on is the pain. Your bones snap, ligaments and tendons tear, blood vessels burst. Your organs begin to fail, your lungs begin to constrict. And then, for a brief moment, your heart stops. But your brain never fails, the pain never stops.”

Wanda watched as you tore the shoulders of your shirt very easily, stripping them off. She withheld her gasp, unlike America, who’s eye widened at what covered your arms.

“Then, when it feels like the pain is too much, your body begins to stitch itself back together. Your organs regenerate, your heart begins to beat again. Blue blood, enriched in energy, is pumped through your body, healing your bones, ligaments, tendons, everything. You’re tired, sure - I slept for five days afterwards - but you’re okay. Healers are cursed with the pain of every known injury, in order to be able to treat them all.” 

You placed your hand back over America’s stomach and she eyed the blackened tips. “Are you reading the Darkhold too?”

You chuckled softly. “No no, I wouldn’t touch that book of my own volition. Healers are immune to the influence of dark magic because we are mostly made of energy, something the Darkhold cannot manipulate. But… my other patient isn’t immune.”

“Wanda.” America realised.

The witch faltered in her stance, the quietest creak coming from the floor beneath her. Her head lifted to see you looking at her, a sympathetic expression she knew you wouldn’t wear if you could see her.

“Yeah.” You sighed, removing your hand from America’s stomach before adjusting her shirt.

“You’re healed, dear.” You stated as your ripped shirt repaired itself.

America embraced you in a tight hug, a warm and accepting one, that you soon returned with a looser grip. “Thank you.” She murmured.

“You’re always welcome.” You kissed her forehead before she pulled away.

“I don’t want to go back out there. Please don’t make me.” 

You cupped America’s cheek as tears fell, brushing them away gently. “Let me speak with Wanda first.”

You eyed the door and Wanda stepped back silently, floating away until you closed the door behind you. You spotted her in the kitchen, making lunch, and you stood across from her.

“You are not as sly as you think you may be.” You stated numbly.

“How come you didn’t die?” She asked, chopping the onions with a reddened dome around them.

“Did I mention my past?” You answered with a question, making her chopping falter.

“What happened?”

“Why would I tell you?”

She looked up at you, guilt eating at the darkness surrounding her heart. “I’d like to get to know you better, I guess.” 

“Or you’ll just use it against me.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“And how can you be so sure of that?” You replied as she tipped the onions into the hot pan. 

She didn’t answer that question. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Well, too late for that.” You held up your hand and you saw her eyes flick wider if but for a moment, darkness consuming all of your knuckles whilst touching the edge of your palm.

You watched her fret, her eyes darting between the pans as she tried to think. Suddenly, a blast of red magic came over the kitchen and everything disappeared, her breathing heavy as she looked at you. 

The blast had done nothing to you, as far as she could tell.

Emotion - the kind she hadn’t felt in a long time - simmered behind her eyes, a stinging sensation building. “What point are you trying to make? Why are you getting harsher a-and meaner whilst I get nicer and warmer? Why are you so mean to me?!”

“Because I am taking your darkness from you, Wanda!” You bellowed.

She took a step back. “What?”

You scoffed. How did she not know? Did she truly learn nothing from that stupid book? “It is what a healer does! They take the pain, they take the hurt and the light, the order within, destroys it! But you have gone too far down your path to be redeemed, so I am forcing you to make a choice!”

You came towards her as tears pricked her eyes, your hand rising to her crown. “Continue and lose the one person who thinks you’re worthy of redemption…”

You lifted it slightly. “Or understand that I only wish to help you regain control of your life.”

Her heart ached for that feeling to return. “I don’t have control. I never have.” She murmured.

You took the crown off of her head before taking her hands and their black-tipped fingers. “Then let’s work together to control it. Okay? No more hurting people, no more running from your own reality. Let it go, Wanda.”

You watched as her face contorted, lips quivering as her hand opened. Your Slingy rested in her palm, looking as beautiful as your own magic. 

“Take her back. Leave and never return. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” Her bottom lip quivered but she was thankful that the lump in her throat let her speak clearly.

You gave her a gentle nod and walked to your room, seeing America sitting calmly on the end of the bed before you smiled at her. With a flick of your wrist, a portal opened and you smiled at Stephen and Christine.

“Go with them.” You urged America, putting a hand out to silence Stephen whilst the young girl walked through the portal.

“Farewell, my friend.” You bowed to Stephen before closing the portal.

You walked back out of the room to see Wanda on her knees, tears streaming down her face before you knelt in front of her.

“Why didn’t you leave? Everybody leaves...” She sniffled quietly and you took her chin in your palm, watching her close her eyes before gently leaning into the touch.

“When I make promises, my dear, I intend on keeping them.” You kissed her forehead slowly, then holding her ear to your chest for her mind to focus on something other than pain.

“I need to return the Darkhold to Wong. Can you please summon it?” You murmured softly.

She nodded, moving away from the hug to summon the book. The dark spells tried to influence your mind, rope you in like it did Wanda, but a portal appeared behind it and you spotted Wong with another sorceress.

“Wong, Sara - I trust you will keep it safe.” You wrapped the book in a binding spell before handing it over through the portal.

“What are you doing?” Wong asked you gravely.

You looked down at Wanda, the woman having fallen asleep in your arms. You smiled at Wong, a peaceful smile he knew to be from your core. “I’m going to heal her shattered heart. Just like I promised.”

He hesitated before giving you a nod, closing the portal to bring silence to the small cabin. You stood with Wanda in your arms, bringing her to your bed to lie her down gently. You watched as her cloak disappeared, subconsciously replaced with a set of pyjamas, and you kissed her forehead.

“You’ll be okay.” You muttered, looking at your greying fingertips.

“Maybe tomorrow night will be a good place to start anew.”

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When Wanda woke in the morning, she almost had a panic attack when she didn’t recognise her dark room. Instead, it was yours - your green sheets, your lovely bright room, your scent on the pillow.

She brushed her hand across the pillow as something tickled her nose, seeing a lock of your hair now pinched between her fingers. Her mind flashed backwards a year, to a teaching she never thought she’d practice. 

Her magic swirled around the strand of hair, stretching it taut as it became tinged with her magic. 

“Y/N/N?!” A voice called out, albeit muffled, and she turned around to face it.

A younger you was resting underneath a tree, staring up at the full and bright moon. A cloak of primed leather rested around you like a shell of warmth, a woollen long-sleeve and leather vest covering your torso whilst a similar combination covered your legs.  

“And there’s Heracles- ooh, there’s Capricornus!” You giggled to yourself, a smile coming to Wanda’s features.

She looked around as she tried to gauge what time period it was. Fire was the main source of light in the small village down the hill, small brick houses clumped together with no discernible organisation. Chimneys rose upwards as smoke billowed from almost every single one, her eyes dropping back down to you as more noise came.

“Y/N/N, there you are! Mama is worried!” 

“Stop worrying, little sister. I’m fine.”

“Are you talking to the moon again?” 

Wanda sat down on a log as she watched you converse with this little girl, presumably a younger sister. She was lively, bright, energetic - almost the opposite of you. You sat and listened to her intently, nodding along and replying gently at times.

“Oh, I almost forgot! Mama’s dinner is almost ready!”

You stood with her as she dragged you down the hill, the world shifting for Wanda until she came to the outside of your small house. She was just in time to see you racing your little sister inside, letting her win and gloat as your Mama dished up your dinner.

“Enjoy, my sweet ones.” She kissed your foreheads.

As you were about to take a mouthful of the stew, a loud ruckus came from beyond the front door. Wanda stepped through the wall just as your mother opened the door, a few men at her doorstep.

“Good evening, ma’am. We’re just passing through, checking for witches. May we enter?”

She nodded and let them in, eyeing both you and your sister. You both lifted your heads, greeting them formally, before they sat down opposite you both.

“Now, I want you to focus on this little stick, okay? Focus as much as you can.” The main man looked at your sister as he placed the stick in the centre of the table.

“Okay!” She smiled.

Wanda’s mind was racing to understand what was going on. 

Your sister focused intently on the stick, but nothing happened. She looked almost constipated, her entire body shaking until she released her held breath.

“Nothing happened!” She complained, but the man put a hand up to her.

“That’s good, little one. Now, how about you?” 

She watched your eyes, those precious young eyes, as they fell onto the stick. A small glow of yellow came from your hands, which were hidden underneath your cloak, and the stick did nothing. 

But the men caught on fire. 

“Witch! Witch! Get the stake, ready the fire!” The men wailed as they burned to death within your house.

You bolted and Wanda followed behind you, your sister on your shoulders as you raced back up the mountain. She closed her eyes before reopening them, back at the top as she watched you run up.

“Come on, come on, come on.” She muttered to herself, but there was nothing she could do.

This was just a memory.

The small village had torches and firewood ready as they chased you both up to the top, your eyes wild as you spotted the frozen lake. You placed one bare foot on it, not hearing a single crack or shift, before you began to speed across it.

Wanda simply walked, the ice not affecting her. 

Soon enough, the vast lake was surrounded by the villagers. Every one either had firewood, a torch, a pitchfork or a combination of the three. 

“Leave the girl alone, you stupid witch!”

“BURN!”

“Dark magic! You poisonous creature!”

“No wonder we’ve had three harsh winters in a row!”

Tears were streaming down your little face, your sister clutching tightly to your waist. Several of the villagers were beginning to slide across the ice.

Cracks began to echo.

You looked down at the ice beneath you, lines of cracks spreading from the villagers to you. Their weight was going to be your downfall.

You turned to your sister and kissed her forehead, giving her the tightest hug your small body could muster. “I love you. Always.”

Wanda’s heart cracked as you kneeled down, swept her off of her feet and slid her across the ice as somebody threw a bottle that shattered at your feet. You looked up and Wanda wished it wasn’t a memory as a torch landed in the puddle of liquid.

Fire consumed your clothing before the ice beneath you gave way, the villagers cheering about ‘the witch is dead’. Wanda was able to drop beneath the ice, watching the flames dissipate whilst you began to sink to the bottom of the lake.

A knock from the bedroom door had her eyes truly open, her magic knowing you stood behind it.

“Wanda? Are you awake?” You asked gently.

Wanda looked down at the single strand of hair, then you. Then the hair, and then you again. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m awake.” She replied.

“Okay. I made some eggs on toast if you’d like.”

She heard your footsteps recede and she gently placed the hair in a pocket dimension, a promise to return to it when the time was right. 

She stepped out of the room and saw you humming softly to yourself, but a change had occurred. You were no longer wearing long-sleeved shirts - there was no point, given that Wanda had already seen your scars. 

But the vastness of them was something she’d yet to wrap her head around. 

She thought someone had given a thousand children a rock and asked them to draw a small line on your body. Some were thin, some were thick, but they were all visible. What was also visible was your muscular shape, no doubt formed from the teachings of Kamar-Taj.

“A picture will last longer, Ms Maximoff.” You muttered over your shoulder, watching as she stepped closer to eat her breakfast.

Before she took a bite, she cut off a piece and offered it to you. You shook your head, but the deafening silence and her unwavering fork made you sigh before taking the bite.

“Thank you.” You stated after swallowing.

Wanda looked at what you were focused on - your small notepad, with a seemingly endless amount of pages. You were muttering softly to yourself in a language she could only assume was Healeon since her mind did not translate it.

“When you’re finished, please come outside.” You asked, tucking your notepad into its pocket dimension.

Wanda watched you walk, her eyes drifting down to your legs to see some smaller scars, yet they were more… methodical. Whichever spiritual child thought it’d be funny to ‘tally’ you up would face Wanda’s wrath.

After finishing her breakfast, Wanda made her way outside. It was truly beautiful and she felt guilty for not letting you explore on that first day. It had put a dampener on your soul, she could see it now.

“I’m sorry for keeping you here like a pet.” She muttered as she sat down.

“You’re really quite amazing.”

You thanked her with a silent nod before you stretched out your hand. Wanda hesitated, looking at her left hand as the blue swirls lit up the closer you got to her.

“Relax, Wanda.” You took her hand gently and she felt a rush of warmth.

Was this what the Darkhold was hiding from her? It told her that you were going to poison her, bar her from finding her children.

She could already see how wrong that first statement was. 

Your eyes flickered with your crystalline hue and Wanda watched the swirls on her arm glow the further they moved up. Eventually, a warmth blossomed in her chest and she felt part of the weight on her shoulders dissipate.

“Whoa.” She took her hand away from you.

“What was that?”

“Since you wouldn’t let me take away your parental pain last time, I took it just then.” You puffed, giving her a soft smile before you sank into your chair.

“Is that it for today?” She asked.

“Yup. I’ll need to recharge for the week if we want to tackle your next pain.”

*Brotherly.* She remembered, the pain trickling back over her.

She missed her brother. The pain was duller than it used to be, but the reminder a year ago felt wrong - Agatha violated her mind, manipulated her into thinking her family was whole again, only for it all to be lost.

She missed his smile, his laugh, his personality. How he would make her laugh whenever she needed it, how he would sacrifice his meal if she didn’t have one. The way he would step in front of her when they met bad people on the street, when they met Strucker and Ultron. He was her protector, even when he knew she was more powerful. 

“Is there anything you’d like to talk about?” You gently nudged her with the tip of your finger.

She eyed the grey tinge on both of your hands, suddenly becoming wary. “No… Why do you ask?”

You looked out onto the lake. “Your spirit is off. I don’t know if it’s because we removed the Darkhold from the equation, but how are you feeling otherwise?”

She didn’t know what to tell you. How was she going to explain that she’d watched you get chased by your village? How she knew about your past, one that she could only assume was the Salem Witch Trials? How she’d used a lock of hair to invade your memories?

“I don’t know.” She murmured, letting her head rest on her hand.

You nodded. “Not knowing is valid. There are just some emotions that we are incapable of explaining.” 

She hummed in agreement, a few minutes passing before she heard your breathing level out. She looked over at you, peace upon your brows as you slept. The cut on your forehead had healed, leaving behind a small mark she could see with her magic. She then looked down at her hands, her memories flashing as she remembered the amount of ways she’d hurt you in such a short span of time. 

She had hurt you so much. Belittled you, beaten you, poisoned you. So there was only one question she wished to ask when you woke. 

Why did you insist on staying with her?

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Healing Hands pt. 2

Summary: You and Wanda explore the lines drawn in the sand, seeing what happens when you cross each other’s.

Warnings: blood, fighting, kidnapping, marking, taunting, Wanda and you being annoying little shits to one another. 

A/N: This is a complete experiment btw. I have no idea where I’m going with this.

pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii, pt. iv, pt. v, pt. vi

*not my gif*

When you woke, you were surprised to find you weren’t tied down in chains in a dark dungeon. Sunlight shone through the window to your right whilst a bright blue sky held it up high, the air crisp and clear as it blew gently through the room. The dark green sheets of the bed were clean as they lay over you, a bedside lamp and a stack of the Harry Potter series sitting on your nightstand. 

You slowly stood, noticing you were now dressed in a long-sleeve shirt and silk shorts. A few steps out into the small cabin, one that you weren’t quite sure wasn’t fabricated, had you taking a deep breath. You continued to venture through the house before spotting a set of stairs that led out onto the shore of a lake. 

But when you reached the bottom of the stairs, you couldn’t walk further.

“What the hell?” You muttered, banging your fist against an invisible wall that soon turned a tinge of red.

“Uh-uh-uh, my healer.” 

You turned around to see Wanda leaning against the door frame that led back through the living room. “You didn’t think it was that easy, did you?”

You shrugged. You weren’t trying to escape - just explore.

“Well, it’s not. And that mark proves it.”

“What mark?” You looked down at yourself - the shirt was plain, so were the shorts, so unless she…

“Oh yes. On your lovely hip.” She smirked as she heard your mind wander.

You pulled up your shirt to see her crown marked onto your skin. You tried to brush your thumb on it and remove it, but the slightest touch had your magic confirm it - it was a marking; the same meaning of a brand but with the beauty of a tattoo.

“You marked me?” You scoffed.

“Well, yes. I can’t have you leave, now can I? Everybody leaves, I’m tired of it.” She grumbled, sipping on her tea.

You sighed, looking out on the beautiful scenery in front of you. Just by the lake was a stunning willow tree in full bloom, its leaves swaying in the wind with such grace as they stemmed from branches like waterfalls from a river. A forest drifted off to the left, mountains to the right and behind you, trapping you with the witch since she took your Slingy too.

You liked your Slingy. It was a nice Slingy.

“I made breakfast.” Wanda stated and you walked back inside to see a plate of pancakes waiting for you. 

“Um… Thank you?” You replied, unsure of what to say.

“You’re welcome.”

A few spreads to choose from drifted down from the cupboard whilst a blunt knife came to your hand. You took one look at Wanda before she shook her head. “I’ve eaten.”

You nodded your thanks once more before eating, tasting each mouthful carefully.

“I wouldn’t poison my healer.” She rolled her eyes, yours catching the tinge of black on her fingertips.

“It doesn’t matter if you did. I’m immune to toxins.” You replied, continuing your meal.

“So what if I did poison your meal?” She leaned down on the marble countertop, a wicked grin on her lips as if she would dare to do so next time.

“It would taste mediocre, but not as flavoursome as it could be. For example, if you make something very hot and poison it with cyanide, which is a very common poison, it would taste mild to me.” You explained before taking another bite.

“Hmm… I might have some fun with your taste buds then. We could make a game, call it Poison or Perjury.” 

You shook your head at her dark humour, knowing how it always got you quite well. She smiled gently before her eyes flashed red, making the moment cease as she briskly walked down into the basement. 

When you tried to follow her, you were met with the same blockade, but your mind sought to follow - at a high cost. You let your magic flow around your arm before you pushed through the barrier, only to be met with an excruciating burning sensation. 

You pulled your arm back and saw nothing different, your skin unmarred. Your brain turned to confusion. How was the sensation there but not the mark to show for it?

You lifted your shirt to see Wanda’s mark slowly dull back to black, but you quickly spotted the reddened hue before it faded. You huffed, annoyed that she had blocked you out and potentially hid something from you.

“Healers need to know everything their patients go through, you know!” You yelled down the stairs.

*If you’re trying to say something, I cannot hear you that way.* Wanda’s mind spoke into yours, making you stumble back.

*How do you know I’m trying to say something?* You shot back.

*Because I can feel you. Instant mental connection, tracking, containment. The mark does it all.*

You pulled your shirt up and flipped off the mark before throwing the material back down, going back to your pancakes and not lifting your eyes when the witch came back up the stairs.

“I’m sorry about your arm. Are you alright-”

“I’m fine.” You snapped, daring her blackened fingers to comfort your shoulder.

Her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes glowed once more, her hand falling back to her side. “Do not snap at me, healer. Not when I’m being nice.”

You stood, glowing your own eyes. “Do not tell me what to do, Scarlet Witch. I sacrificed my future, my life’s work, to help you. I didn’t have to.”

“Your friends would have died had you not interfered.” She stepped towards you, your chests almost touching.

“At your hand. How many more lives need to be lost before you get it through your thick skull? Your children are not real-”

Red magic surrounded you before you were thrown across the room, the wooden legs of the table snapping beneath you. You felt your body constrict as Wanda controlled it, bringing you towards her with a flick of her wrist.

Dark, poisonous anger swirled within her stare, her grip on your tightening with every word. “My boys are real! I see them every night! In other universes!” 

Your magic let your words expel from your lungs, surprising the dark soul within the witch. “They were made of magic. The very magic you’re using to try and take my power, America’s power. You will not have either, because I will not let you. Do you hear me, Scarlet Witch?” 

She threw you down onto the floorboards, a deep cut in your head that seeped out blue blood.

“Blue? Seriously? You tried to fit your aesthetic?” She sneered.

You spat out a gob of it before you stood, limping on your sprained ankle. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

You looked down at your shirt, splatters of blood on it, which made you sigh. “Is there another shirt I can wear?”

“What if you went around the house naked?” Wanda smirked.

“Then I’d personally rather go down to the basement.” You gave her a false smile.

She rolled her eyes. “Your cupboard is full of them, healer.”

“I have a name, Scarlet Witch.”

“So do I.”

“Then bloody well use it!” You slammed the door of your bedroom, taking a few deep breaths before you went to change and get on with your day.

You had a feeling that a routine would be needed.

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You were happy in your little room. Sure, there wasn’t much to eat, drink or do, but you had the Harry Potter books. You were almost at the end of the Philosopher’s Stone before the door swung open, yet your eyes didn’t waver from the line on your page.

“What do you want for dinner?” Wanda asked with folded arms as she stood in the doorframe, cloak slightly drooping to the side.

When you didn’t reply, red wisps lifted the book out of your reach, which amused her since you were simply looking at it. Now that she had a look at you, you were wearing a new black long-sleeve with thin pyjama pants over your legs.

“What are you wearing?” She questioned.

“Clothes.” You bluntly answered, still looking up at your book.

“Why pyjamas?”

“I’m not leaving this place for a while, so why should I make an effort to look good?” 

Wanda shrugged. “Maybe you’ll get a get out of jail free card.”

You scoffed loudly. “Pah! Sure. When your jailor has the spirit of the Scarlet Witch, you tend to not try to do anything drastic against her wishes.” 

Her eyebrows furrowed. “You also didn’t answer my question.”

You waved her off as you looked outside, the setting sun creating beautiful hues against the snowy peaks of the mountains. “Whatever you want, I’m not fussy. Besides, it’s all just energy.” 

She had a thought to grip your chin and twist it to face her. So she did.

You grimaced underneath her grip, not trying to hide it in your mind since you knew you had no privacy there either. “What?” You spat.

“I have half a thought to not feed you.” She stated smugly.

“Then do it.” You dared her.

Her eyebrows relaxed before she let go of her magical hold. “Fine. No dinner for the healer.”

“Fine. Then the Scarlet Witch doesn’t get her heart healed faster.” You shrugged, grabbing The Chamber of Secrets from your nightstand.

Anger boiled her blood, paired with a fleeting thought of stomping her foot. She took a deep breath, which you watched, before her hands clasped together. “Y/N… would you like chicken curry for dinner?”

You smirked at her attempt at politeness, putting the book back down as you walked towards the door. “I would… Ms Maximoff.”

Her face fell flat. “My name is Wanda.”

“And I call my patients by their last name.” You patted her shoulder before going towards the kitchen. 

She followed after you, her cloak catching the generated wind. You sat back as you watched pots and pans fly around the space, sauces and spices mixing in as she cooked magically. You could see a calm focus on her face, a note pad fluttering out within your grip.

“Why are you taking notes?” Wanda asked, watching your pen flutter across the page.

“Because I like to watch my patients in their comfortable spaces. See how they react to certain stimuli…” You threw a flick of magic at the pan in front of you, knocking it slightly but Wanda readjusted to catch its contents.

“Not funny, healer.” She glared.

You chuckled before writing down more. “I think it’s funny.”

She sighed annoyedly as she continued to cook, eyeing your notes with confusion. “What language are you writing in?” 

You chuckled again. “That question never fails to come up with every patient. I write in Healeon, a language all Healers can understand, read and write. Anybody else, even the most powerful being…” You gestured to her. “Cannot read it.” 

She raised an eyebrow at you. “Healeon? Did you just make that up on the spot?”

“No. Look for it in your little spell-book of shadows.” You mumbled.

“It’s called the Darkhold.” She corrected you.

You shrugged. “I know. Just seeing how you would respond.”

Wanda stiffened, now realising you were watching everything she did. “Why do you speak differently?”

“What do you mean?” You replied, putting your pen down and interlocking your fingers on top.

“At Kamar-Taj, you were very formal. Now, you’re… relaxed. Why?”

“Because the Master Healer needs to uphold standards. Here, I’m just regular ol’ Y/N, captured by a woman who wants to bend spacetime to her will.” You gave her a quick smile.

“Which you could, but that would eventually break this reality, and then what’s the point of doing all of that only to have an unsafe world to keep your fictional children in?” 

Wanda’s lips thinned at the word ‘fictional’, glaring at you with enough force to kill you multiple times over. 

“If you want to kill me, you’re going to need a bigger sword than eye daggers.” You remarked.

“Don’t talk about my boys.” She growled.

You whipped out your pad and wrote down quickly in Healeon, tucking it into its pocket dimension before you took the bowl she served you. You stayed at the counter, not really feeling like sitting on the couch, and Wanda surprised you when she stayed too.

“Don’t you have some witchy business to take care of? I doubt that cloak and suit are that comfortable.” 

She glanced at you before focusing on her bowl. “I do. Downstairs.”

“Ah, of course. Goodnight then.” You stood, but magic snaked around your legs and held you in place.

“I did not say you could sleep.”

She brought you back by lifting you in the air, watching with an amused smirk at your un-amused expression. “Put me down.” You huffed.

She did so, putting you back in your chair, and you yawned. “What time is it?”

“10pm.” She replied.

You quickly ate the rest of your dinner before making your way back to your room. “I did not say you could sleep!” Wanda barked.

“Unless you want ‘your’ healer to poison your heart and turn your mind further down the road of madness, I suggest you let her get a good night’s sleep.” You grumbled, closing your door.

Wanda exasperated before making her way downstairs, seeing her spirit levitating above the ground. She did the same, shifting herself into the shadow of the figure before it consumed her, her mind crossing the dreaming plane to find her boys once more.

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A week later, a new day brought more of the same challenges. Wanda had work to do, work that was done downstairs, whilst you had to entertain yourself somehow. It was hard to do so when you could feel her magic in every crevice of the cabin.

It felt like oil on water, smothering your senses. Normally, you would be able to feel the energy around you, like from the sun or the earth. But with her veil, her shrouding power that existed upon the house, you could do nothing of the sort.

So you sat upon the porch, reading your Chamber of Secrets now that you had properly finished the first book. You just got to the part of bloodied writing on the wall before you felt a sensation on your hip, your shirt lifting to see the mark pulsing her scarlet hue.

You put the shirt back down, not caring about it, until it started to burn. You lifted your shirt once more, tempted to rip the cloth until you actually did. You glared at the painful mark before storming back inside, seeing Wanda standing at the top of the stairs.

The sensation stopped as soon as she saw you.

“What?” You grumbled.

“I just wanted to know where you were.” She shrugged, moving to the kitchen.

“It’s not like I can leave. You also have legs.” You shot back, attempting to go back outside until Wanda’s magic snaked around your legs again.

She brought you close to her and by your unamused look, she realised you expected this. She put you down on the chair across the counter and started cooking lunch, but you shook your head at her offer to make you something.

“Why not?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t eat much. Food is not what I need to function, and frankly, survive.” You answered.

Now that Wanda had a good look at you, she could see how low your energy was. Your eyes were half-open, a dullness in the parts of your irises she could see, whilst your fingertips weren’t rich with a redness of warmth and blood.

“What, uh… What do you need?” Wanda asked, now confused.

Why were you so different from the other sorcerers? Surely healer weren’t that different - juts a different branch of magic, right?

“Natural, pure forms of energy. Thermal and Electromagnetic are my most useful forms. They help me recharge quickly.” 

Her puzzled expression was obvious to you as you sighed, explaining simply. “Heat and light.”

“But you were just in the sun.” She pointed at the open door to the porch.

You nodded. “I was, but I didn’t feel any of it. No heat radiating down on me, no UV waves revitalising my senses.”

Wanda looked down at her stirring pot before her eyes flickered red, making you sigh again. You stood up and made your way back outside, only to feel Wanda following you.

“So if you need to heal me, you need some sunlight or heat? To, uh, recharge your battery?” 

You nodded quietly, closing your eyes as you rested on the porch chair. You felt drained - maybe you underestimated how corrupt Wanda had become. Maybe all this time, the mark was a syphon, slowly taking your energy every time it pulsed or burned. 

You felt weak. It was something you had long since experienced, but it shook you to your core. It showed you what Wanda was fully capable of, even without trying.

But then your toes started to tingle.

You opened your eyes to see Wanda at the base of the stairs, facing the house, whilst her scarlet-encased hands fiddled with the boundary of your prison. She kept looking between you and the barrier, a determined frown of her brows showing you only two creases. The feeling of your energy returning, the tingles, started to rise up through your body, making you sigh softly in relief.

Your eyes were closed, but they stayed closed when Wanda’s fingertips caressed your cheek, her mind not paying attention to your racing thoughts as she thought you had fallen asleep. “I’m sorry for hurting you, Y/N. It was not my intention.”

As soon as she stepped inside, your eyes shot open but you stayed still, processing the interaction. A gentle smile appeared on your face as you realised what had happened.

The Scarlet Witch was not in control in that moment. Wanda Maximoff was.

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When dinner came around the night after, you watched as Wanda moved to an empty corner of the room. The tips of her fingers were still black, scarlet magic swirling around them as she altered the reality of the corner to make a fireplace.

She looked up at you and you timed your hiding smirk well with a sip of your tea made by the witch. When you brought it back down, your eyes darted up to see her in front of you. Her hand fell to your empty mug and lightly took it from your grasp, confusing you.

“I want you to start healing me.” She muttered as she stacked the mug in her dishwasher.

“Wanda, I told you, it takes a long time to heal your heart-”

Her head jolted up, eyes glowing. “I want you to heal me. Now.” She growled.

Your mind was so confused. One second she was calm, compassionate, and then the next she was cold, demanding. 

“Go sit on the couch.” You ordered, watching her sit in her cloak and crown as your mind began to shift into focus.

“Change into pyjamas.” 

She scoffed at you before a veil of magic fell over her, her suit being replaced by a similar set of pyjamas from your first day - a short-sleeve shirt, one that had a small hourglass emblem on the breast pocket, whilst silk green shorts stuck out from the bottom.

You sat down in front of her, her eyes widening at the sight of your healer robes appearing on your body. “Do you really need to wear that?” She scoffed, slightly amused but also impatient.

“No. Do you want me to?” You asked, taking her left hand in yours.

“No, I don’t.” 

She watched again as the pyjamas you wore only moments ago reappeared. Her entire body was tense as your gentle touch smoothed over the skin of her palm, then the back of her hand, then along each finger until you lightly touched the blackened tips.

“What was the first damage to your heart?” You asked formally.

She looked up at your eyes to see how your basic blue colour had turned sharper, more crystalline in pattern along your irises and cerulean in shade. She chuckled darkly, hiding her nerves. “Don’t you remember, healer? Parental. I lost my parents when a shell fell on our house.” 

“For that, I am sorry.” You stated, her mouth opening to speak again but you beat her to it.

“I did not cause it, but I am sorry you have to deal with that sort of pain. How old were you?”

She watched as blue patterns began to show on her hand, swirls dancing up and down her forearm before she answered. “Ten years old.”

She watched you falter for a moment, the swirls flickering, before they and you returned to normal. “A child should not experience such things. I am sorry.”

She observed your touch as it then came to flipping her hand over, revealing the lines in her palm. “Would you like to talk about it?” You offered, gently brushing your fingers over what palm-readers would call her heart line, stretching from between her pointer and middle fingers to the edge of her palm. 

She raised an eyebrow at you. “What are you, my therapist?”

You chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through her body and sending chills to spike at her skull. That sound was so alluring, so enchanting. She wanted to hear it more.

“I am just a healer, my dear.”

“You’re not ‘just a healer’. You’re a Master Healer.” She corrected you and you smirked.

“You’re quite right.”

“Of course I am.” 

You held back your next chuckle with pursed lips, the room falling into silence. Wanda watched as your small smile turned sympathetic, and she looked down at her arm when she saw the swirls of blue dissipate.

But they didn’t leave.

“What the hell?!” She screeched, wrenching her hand away from you.

You tried to grab it back. “Wanda, please, just wait-”

“What did you do to me?!” She howled at you, your body contorting as she lifted you.

“What did you do?!”

She gripped your throat, her other magic fading, and you were suddenly hanging from just her clutch. “It’s the first step… of healing! A connection to the wounded heart… it has to be formed before... before healing can begin!” You countered weakly, choking on your words.

She dropped you on the ground - not even on the couch a whole body width away from you - and stormed off. You sighed, rubbing your sore throat as you coughed a little bit.

Raging sounds came from the basement, of which you could only imagine was the Scarlet Witch throwing and smashing things, trying to remove your healer mark. You felt tired beyond imagination, the combined pressure of healing under an environment of chaos magic urging you to get some sleep.

You groggily stood, stumbling like a drunkard to your room before you locked the door behind you and collapsed onto the bed.

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Covered in oil and blood, Wanda landed silently in the gap junction, eyeing America, Christine and Stephen as he tried to open the Book of Vishanti. Her left hand called America to her by her hair, her legs swinging wildly above the ground whilst she threw a bout of magic at Stephen, destroying the book in the process.

“No!” Christine yelled in fear, looking at the possessed woman of her universe. 

She tried to grab America from Wanda’s hands but Stephen held her back, eyeing the left hand of the witch. A smirk fell onto his lips before a laugh came out, realisation hitting him quickly.

“You haven’t killed Y/N! Wong is going to be so happy!” 

“How do you know?” Wanda snarled at him.

He grinned at her, pointing to his own hand. “That’s a healer’s mark. More importantly, it’s her mark. She healed my hands far better than any surgeon, including myself, could have done. I remember those marks like… well, like the back of my hand.” 

Wanda captured Christine and Stephen in her grip before forcing America to use her power, sending them to an unknown universe. Wanda then pushed her magic to influence America’s mind, the bright blue star portal focusing on her desired destination.

Her basement.

She threw her into the portal, waiting until it closed behind her before stopping her dreamwalk. She opened her eyes, back in her own realm, and looked down at America. 

“We are going to have some fun, you and I.” She chuckled wickedly, locking the girl into chains on a stone pedestal like she was a real-life Vitruvian Man. 

Pain flooded America’s system as Wanda began to take her power.

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Taglist for this cute experiment:

@ripofflizzie​ , @steinfellds​ , @padmeswife​ , @romanoffswifey​ , @thursdayygrrrl​ , @wifeofnatasharomanoff

Sorry if some of the tags don’t work! I don’t normally do taglists so I don’t know how to fix them 😅

[smalls-words]

Always More

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Agent!Reader

just a little hurt/comfort blurb for my favourite sokovian witch :)

You were tired. By the gods, you were so, so tired. Every movement made you feel like you were Atlas, the weight of the world taking a heavy toll on your body.

You had barely managed to get to work, and then everything turned to absolute shit, especially when you had SHIELD trainees acting up and causing a ruckus your tired mind just couldn’t handle.

“Draga? (Darling?)” Wanda called out in the empty apartment as she heard the door open and shut. 

When you didn’t respond, she checked her phone. You should still be at work, but if that was you, you were home three hours early. With a soft ball of energy swirling in her hand, she crept around the side and kept it to her hip, much like you did with a gun on missions. 

The silhouette of your body, lit by the moonlight, was enough for her to cease her magic and move towards you. But the sounds of your long breaths confused her - you made these sounds when you were just about to sleep.

“Honey?” She asked carefully again, noticing how unfocused your mind was.

“Mmm…” You mumbled, your bag falling down your arm in jolted movements before it came to a stop at the ground.

Wanda reacted quickly as your knees gave out from underneath you, catching you easily in her arms whilst sweeping you into a bridal hold. She didn’t say much as she led you to the bathroom, her magic shimmering down you like a cascading waterfall to remove your clothes and put them in the wash.

She laid you down in the warm water, the pool consuming every ache in your body, and it felt like a warm blanket was being pulled over every skin cell you had. You sighed into it and Wanda’s magic kept your head above water, allowing you to relax in the easiest way possible.

She called a pillow to her knees and knelt beside you, her hand swirling lightly in the water and giving brief touches to your thigh. She brushed over a few scars lovingly, knowing that a few of them had been to protect her from a stray bullet or piece of shrapnel. 

All of a sudden, tears began to soak into the water. Wanda’s eyes drifted to your tears and let them fall, knowing this was the release of pressure you needed. You cried for a good five minutes before Wanda pulled you out of the bath, wrapping you up in a warm fluffy towel as she guided you to your room.

Soon enough, your cries began to calm down. She dressed you silently, giving you kisses on your cheeks, nose and lips briefly after each item of clothing. Then, she climbed in and a wave of her hand had the lights in the house turn off, except for the lava lamp on your nightstand. 

She pulled you under the sheets before tucking you underneath her chin, her power so great that all she had to do was hold you and you’d melt into her. 

However, your mind was against you tonight, as it was whenever you were this tired. It seeped through the cracks of your foundation, pulling away key pillars to force your carefully-placed structure of emotions to crumble like a tower of cards. 

“I love you.” Wanda murmured.

“I love you too.” You answered just as softly.

She shook her head and pulled your chin up to look at her. “No, I don’t think you understand. I love you. I love how you make an effort for our date nights. I love how you sometimes have a stutter, making you blush when you can’t get a word out. I love that you aren’t afraid to say what you want to say. I love you, even when your mind tells you I shouldn’t, that I don’t.”

You looked at her with such love in your heart, your lip quivering slightly before you leaned in for a kiss. 

“And I love these eyes. These eyes that seem to have an insatiable thirst for wonder.” She continued, stroking your eyelids lovingly as you closed them briefly.

“And I love this nose. And these lips.” She traced the outer shell of your lips, tickling you slightly.

“I love this jaw and this skin. I love this hair and these ears. I love your arms and your legs. I love your boobs.” She chuckled at the end, making you quickly roll your eyes.

But then she held your chin again and the whole world around you faded away. Nothing else existed but her and you couldn’t help but think that you were just where you needed to be. 

“I love every part of you. You are the one for me, my love. I can’t think of another who could even begin to compare to you.” She spoke against your lips, kissing them sweetly.

You felt more tears prick up and Wanda quickly wiped them away, smiling as you did.

“Yes?”

“I love you. I love you in every universe.” You declared, capturing her lips in a passionate, all-loving kiss.

You felt that heavy weight lift off of your shoulders and you smiled against her lips, pushing for more until you needed air. As you came away, you wrapped her in a tight cuddle and she held you close; one hand on the back of your head and another wrapped tightly around your waist.

“I love you more. Always more.” She replied.

“Good thing the multiverse is infinite.” You quipped, yawning afterwards.

You closed your eyes as her fingertips brushed your forehead, the red shine crowding your vision until you were swallowed whole by the comforting warmth of her magic.

[smalls-words]

Healing Hands pt. 4

Summary: You and Wanda explore each other in a way not many would dare to try.

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm (reader), sad Wanda, fluffy bits, more healing.

A/N: let’s goooooooo

pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii, pt. iv, pt. v, pt. vi

*not my gif*

As the week came to a close, you woke up extremely late to the sound of stirring energy. You shuffled out of your bed, past the kitchen, standing on the porch as your head cocked to the side.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

Wanda spun around and a smile graced her features. You had watched her happiness blossom, unlike the purple catkins within the willow tree, as the months began to get colder. Now, she wore a simple pair of jeans matched with a grey jumper, but that wasn’t the biggest change of them all.

“You’re, um… Your hair… I mean, wow…” You pointed awkwardly at her and then your own head, swirling both hands around your dumbified skull before shoving them back to your sides.

“Yeah, I thought since I was doing the whole soul-searching and heart-healing that I should slowly return to my roots.” She walked up to you, fiddling with a strand of her newly brunette locks.

She watched you rub your neck nervously before you yawned again, making her chuckle. “Would you like lunch or the sun?”

You looked down at your growling stomach, but before you even opened your mouth, she smirked. “I think that means lunch.”

You chuckled nervously, letting her walk in front of you so you could shake your nerves off until she stood in the kitchen calmly.

“Y/N…” She took your hand in hers, your eyes flitting over the healer mark before looking her in the eye. 

“Yes?” 

“What dish is your most favourite? What comforts you when you’re having a night in? After a break-up or a bad day?” 

You thought for a moment. You never had nights in, there was always some idiot sorcerer that needed to be healed. You’d never dated anyone at Kamar-Taj - don’t date your coworkers - and the fact that you had an… odd personality never got you far in the real world.

But bad days were something you knew all too well.

“Pizza.” You answered, making her chuckle.

“Of course it is. You seem like a pizza girl.”

“Who doesn’t like pizza?” You scoffed playfully, sitting down in the chair across the counter.

But you were surprised when she laid a pizza base in front of you, a chopping board to the side whilst she stared into the fridge. “Any toppings you prefer?”

“Um… Cheese, obviously. Ham is always nice.” You faltered on your third ingredient.

Wanda turned around slowly. “Don’t tell me you like pineapple on pizza.”

You hid your face in your hands whilst she laughed incredulously. “Seriously?! That’s disgusting! Pineapple is a fruit, you don’t put fruit on pizza!”

“Yeah, well… Why do they put fish on pizza then?! That’s an animal!” You countered weakly, your stomach churning at the sound of her laughter.

*Stop this, Y/N. You can’t fall in love with a patient.* Your logical mind scolded you, but your heart had other plans.

Like observing the way her nose scrunched when she laughed, or how she would continue to giggle a bit after her long laugh at the fact you liked pineapple on pizza. She shook her head, but a tin of the fruit chunks appeared in front of you, making a truly happy grin spread upon your lips.

“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” She replied as she began to make her pizza.

You noticed she was trying to use her magic as little as possible. She cut up her ham into small squares before chopping up mushrooms and onions, the latter not giving her any trouble.

She then popped her pizza in the oven after it beeped to let her know it was temperature-ready, but saw you looking at your ham. Your cheese lay in a suitable layer across the dough, and your gaze down at your hands with an expression of loss.

“Y/N, do you know how to use a knife?” She asked softly, not wanting to embarrass you.

You looked up at her and she smiled gently, but you shook your head in answer. “No. Kamar-Taj had its own chefs and… and my mother never taught me.”

Wanda’s mind flickered over the memory before she came over to you. “Come on, up up.” She urged, pushing your chair out of the way after you stood.

“Wanda, what-?” You immediately shut up as she came behind you, calling her knife to her hand but that’s not what you were focused on.

You could feel her breath on your neck, her hips and chest against your ass and back. Her arms wrapped around you, a caring warmth encompassing you, before she took your hands like you were a puppet.

“This is how you grip a knife.” She instructed, manipulating your fingers into a hold as she covered your hand.

By the gods, they were soft. And smooth. You never noticed it before - maybe the Darkhold had done far more damage than Wanda or you knew of.

“And then when you’re cutting something, you generally want to start from the tip of the knife to the bottom. But for ham, we’ll just slice the tip right through.” 

You chuckled before she lightly slapped the back of your hand. “Cheeky. Don’t think like that.” She scolded.

“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” You scoffed.

“Don’t I?” She shot back, her magic dancing along your back-to-normal fingertips before disappearing.

“Now come on, I’ll be finished eating by the time you put yours in.”

You - well, she manipulated you - finished cutting up your ham before sprinkling the pieces over your pizza and strategically smothering it in pineapple. As you put your pizza in proudly, she smirked at you, remarking something about wanting ‘pizza with your pineapple’.

You both sat outside and waited for them to cook, the smell wafting through the cabin and out towards you both, taunting your taste buds as your mouths watered.

You then felt Wanda’s gaze on you and turned to her, noticing how she was looking at your arms. You don’t know why, but a sudden urge to cover them came over you, your magic stretching the sleeves.

“I’m sorry for staring.” The witch murmured, picking at her nails nervously.

“It’s alright.” You replied.

“How did you get them?” She asked.

You sighed, looking out onto the lake. “When my body was broken as I was in the process of becoming a healer, my skin ripped. It was something the Sorcerer Supreme, at that time they were called the Ancient One, had never encountered before. So when I came out the other side…” You slowly pulled back on your sleeves, returning to a short t-shirt.

“I was covered in fresh scars. Overtime, they’ve faded to what they are now, but every scar is a place where my skin ripped. My body could not physically take the transformation. If I took too long, I could have disintegrated. It’s happened before, to other sorcerers.”

Wanda admired the fact that you were starting to get comfortable around her. “Well then, you almost certainly lost your leg.”

Your head turned a fraction too quickly to look at her. “What do you mean?”

“Your thigh? It has a bunch of lines all clumped together.” She spoke before her timer went off in the kitchen.

“Oh, that’s mine! I’ll set another timer for yours.”

As she darted into the kitchen, you stared out onto the lake. Would you ever be able to tell her the truth about those scars?

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The time had come. You’d decided to do it in your bed, so you would be able to get some rest right away in a more comfortable environment. The decision to time it with the sunlight was no mistake either, giving you some more energy whilst you slept.

Wanda sat nervously on the bed as you read through your Healeon notes, taking a few deep breaths before you stretched your hand out to her. “Are you ready?”

“Which one are we doing this time?” She asked quietly.

“Brotherly. You said that was the next major loss after your parents, correct?” You inquired, to which she nodded.

“Good. Now, tell me about your brother.”

“His name was Pietro Django Maximoff. He was older than me by twelve minutes. We were experimented on and we gained our powers, using them for bad in the beginning. But then we realised what we were doing, and we changed sides.”

“Sounds like somebody doesn’t like losing.” You smirked, making her chuckle slightly.

“Okay, there might be a hint of that in there somewhere.” She playfully continued before you felt a large wall around this sector of her heart.

“Continue with your story, please.” 

“Well, when we changed sides to the Avengers - ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ sort of thing - we, uh… I, um… I lost him.” 

You felt the wall crack underneath your soft pressure, the true level of foundation showing through. “How did that make you feel?”

“Honestly? It hurt. It hurt more than any needle I’ve ever encountered, helpful or harmful. He was my twin, the only thing closer than siblings.”

Tears began to prick her eyes and she struggled to wipe them away fast enough when you held her hand. “It wasn’t just the loss that was hard. I was so... so lonely. Nobody wanted to-to talk to me, nobody wanted to train with me, nobody wanted to help me get better at controlling this stupid power... Nobody wanted me.” She whimpered.

“Pietro was always there. Even when I couldn’t touch him with my hands, I could always find his mind. I could always feel him there, lurking at the back, just waiting to help or be there for me. I just… I wanted to be wanted.” She choked back a sob.

You took both of her hands and pulled her close to you, hugging her tightly but gently, a hand around her waist and one behind her head - your sister had once called it a safety hug, and Wanda felt nothing less than safe in your arms.

“I’m so sorry you lost your twin. It’s a pain I could not ever fathom.” You muttered close to her ear.

*But you have an idea.* Wanda thought to herself.

She felt your body growing limper in her arms, pulling you back to see you fighting to stay awake. “I’m… so sorry you had to… go through that… twice.”

She remembered the Hex incident and nodded, chuckling slightly. “Yeah. Twice wasn’t fun.” 

Her soul felt lighter as she laid you down on your bed, specially placing you by the window. She knew not to put a blanket on you, but as she was tucking one against your back, she jumped backwards in shock.

Your whole left hand was consumed in black darkness.

She looked at you as you shivered slightly in the bed, curling yourself up to face the sun rays when they would greet you. For now though…

Wanda slid in next to you, underneath the sheets and faced away from the sun, just wanting to be near you in the quiet silence. She eyed the books on your nightstand, seeing how you’d read through most of them.

She now had a goal in mind as she set about manipulating the house once more.

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A few days later, Wanda was relieved that your hand was starting to fade back to normal and that her mini project was finished. She was so excited to show you, opening your bedroom door widely to see you coming out of the shower ensuite she’d shown you the day after your healing.

You. Were. Naked. 

“SORRY!” She yelled after she slammed the door shut, closing her eyes but all she could see was your shape as a bright outline, like your beauty was one of a god’s that had blinded her.

You opened the door to see her looking at her feet. “Yes, Wanda?” You smirked, watching her lift her head gently.

You were now wearing a plain blue t-shirt with grey sweats on, and that damned smirk made Wanda want to wipe it off. So, she grabbed your hand silently and moved you throughout the house towards a new door.

“Uh, was that there before?” You asked as you came to a stop, but she shrugged and gestured for you to open it.

As you did, you were met with the sight of a room you could only compare to a Disney movie about a beauty and a beast. The grand ceiling stretched high above you, archaic paintings telling a story as they raced up and down the long hallway. There were three levels in total of the enormous room, with a roller ladder attached to every face of shelving.

“Where am I?” You asked Wanda quietly, scared to speak too loudly and shock someone down the hall.

“Where do you think?” She countered.

You shrugged, scoffing in disbelief. You walked around a bit, not straying too far from the witch. “A... A German library? The beautiful Stuttgart one?”

“Not so German, more so… Healeon.” She smirked when you turned to face her.

“These books are in Healeon? You don’t even know it.”

She rolled her eyes. “For a Master Healer, you are not very bright.”

“Hey!”

She stepped towards you and took your hand, bringing you to the centre of the library where one tile stood out more than others. It was gold with inscription, the writing making your heart fill - it was your library.

‘This library was built in honour of the Master Healer. Thank you for your services, your generosity, and your kindness when healing others. Even those who didn’t deserve it.’

“It’s just something small. I figured that with you healing me, getting rid of the Darkhold, saving me from killing countless lives… a library with more than just the Harry Potter series would be a nice gift.” She mumbled, not wanting you to freak out and try to repay her or anything.

That was until she saw tears brim your eyes.

“What? What’s wrong? I-I’ll fix it, I promise.” She quickly turned to stand in front of you, holding your arms by the wrists.

“It’s… It’s…” You struggled to find the word for it, your eyes darting around the library before they came to rest on Wanda’s features.

Her simple smile let you know everything. “It’s something so wonderful you can’t find the word to describe it?”

You nodded at her offered statement. “It truly is.”

She hugged you gently before leading you back through the doorway, even if you wanted to browse the library. She brought you out to the porch, continued down the stairs and was about to lead you to the grass when you let go.

“But…?” You asked meekly.

“Come on. Just trust me.” She grumbled, snatching your hand once more.

You prepared for pain, just like the basement incident, but nothing occurred. You opened your eyes once Wanda stopped walking, the sensation of something lapping at your toes making them open widely.

“No boundary?” You asked plainly.

“Only for the forest and the mountains.” She replied. “And a certain distance for the lake.”

A small smile appeared on your lips and Wanda watched you bend down, your fingers being covered by a thin layer of water every few seconds. She sat down beside you, watching you play with the water like you were a youngster once more.

It only showed her how much she yearned to tell you about your lock of hair in its pocket dimension.

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After laying in the sun all day, you both stayed underneath the willow tree to watch the sun set. It was magnificent, the clouds above stretching to showcase the lilacs, burnt oranges, even a yellow as bright as the star when it was midday.

Wanda looked over at you as you read your third Harry Potter book, your body feeling her gaze. “Yes, Wanda?” You asked.

“How’s your book?” She replied.

“Good. I’m getting to the good stuff now. Professor Lupin is the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. I love him, in both the movies and this book.” 

Wanda’s eyes furrowed. “You’ve read these before?” 

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you want something newer from your library?” She offered a reddened hand but you shook your head.

“I’m okay.”

Wanda lowered her hand, but looking at hers only made her observe yours. The darkness was slowly fading, a slightly slower rate than when it was just your knuckles. She pondered the thought of the next healing stage - how much darkness would there be on your arm? Would it begin to hurt? Would she need to become the healer if you continued?

Her thoughts were scrambling within her mind, worry creasing her brows until a soft thud caught her attention. You had fallen asleep, the fallen book the source of sound, whilst your head rested against the tree.

But Wanda didn’t like that.

In a flash of red, you were back in the house, resting on the couch. With you still asleep, Wanda put her TV show on almost mute before she looked at you. A blanket appeared over your shivering form, one of her favourite and fluffiest, and she watched you cuddle up to it subconsciously.

But what you did next shocked her.

Your eyes opened drearily and you spotted Wanda, shuffling over to rest your head on her shoulder. Warmth blossomed through your body at her small touch, a deep sigh of relaxation tickling Wanda’s skin before you fell back asleep.

Wanda looked down at you from time to time, waiting for you to wake up and realise your error, but it never came. Instead, she felt herself beginning to get tired and turned off the TV, but she didn’t have the heart or energy to take you back to your bedroom.

Even if it was just a flick of her wrist.

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Two weeks passed and Wanda watched your personality begin to show through your tough healer exterior; you’d get excited over pancakes or pizza, you’d spend hours in your library reading; you’d spend the other hours outside by the willow tree, simply existing in nature.

Wanda would often leave you alone and observe from afar. She didn’t dare intrude upon your library unless a meal was ready, nor did she want to interrupt your quiet time by the willow tree. Often, however, she would send a little flick of magic that would eventually find you, curling around your body before a small sound would echo from it.

“Y/N…” Her voice would whisper your name and you’d smirk, making your way back from wherever you were to find her cooking, making tea, watching TV, any number of things. 

She just wanted to be around you. 

For now, she had called you from your willow tree and you turned to see her on the porch, leaning against the door frame. Her hand and forearm held her mostly upright, the other tucked loosely into her jean pocket whilst her brunette hair would be hanging gently to hold her face beautifully.

You knew what was happening to you, and yet, you couldn’t find it in your heart to break hers once more. 

“Hey, you.” You greeted her happily, but one look in her eyes told you her true feelings.

“Are you alright?”

“I, um… I had a nightmare. About my brother.” She murmured.

“You fell asleep? When?”

“Last night, silly.” She chuckled, looking down at your almost-normal hand.

“I was wondering, if… maybe… you could try and fix it?”

You sighed, noticing how tears pricked her eyes. You knew you couldn’t - or at least, it had never been done before - but you took her hand gently.

“Can we do it in my room?” She quickly asked, to which you nodded.

“Of course.”

She led you through the house towards her room, a place you’d never entered before. She opened the door quietly and you marvelled at the odd sight in front of you. Her room was beautiful - fairy lights traced the headboard of her bed, one that was covered in pillows and a dark red blanket, whilst a guitar sat in the corner with sheet music. On her wall were a few paintings and a window pane that stretched across held a few candles, crosses and masquerade masks.

“Your room is pretty, Wanda.” You commented as she led you to the bed.

“Um…” She started.

You couldn’t just see her nerves - you could feel them. The energy they gave off was unmistakable. So, you sat down on the bed and waited patiently. 

“Do what you need to be comfortable. This is your space, I’m just a guest.”

She lay down next to you on the bed, her hands folding onto her stomach as she stared at the ceiling. “Sh-Should I explain my dream?”

“If you’d like to, then sure. If not, then you can just hold my hand and I’ll figure out the problem.” You replied.

She took your hand in hers, leaving it to rest on the bed as she shifted onto her stomach. As she told you of her nightmare, about her memories with him and how a ghost of his told her she’d failed him, she traced the indentations on your hand. Bouncing over each knuckle like a wave, running up and down your fingers, swirling around the back of your hand to trace some scars. 

She didn’t even notice how your eyes glowed, nor how the marking on her arm did the same. Her simple touch was magnetic to your heart power, urging you to heal the broken soul she was.

With miniscule effort, you poured some power into her. Just the simple touch of her finger on your hand was enough contact to do so, but either she didn’t notice it or didn’t acknowledge it. 

When tears started to drip, your other hand came to her cheeks and brushed them away. She stilled as you did so, observing the determined but caring look on your face. 

“Abite, lacrimae tristitiae. Non iam gratus es hanc pulchram maculare faciem. (Go away, tears of sadness. You are no longer grateful to spot this beautiful face.)” You muttered, surprising Wanda with the unknown language.

“Was that Healeon?” She sniffled.

You nodded sheepishly, looking away from her as a small blush formed. “It just slipped out.”

She smirked, crawling up higher on the bed before her head rested in line with yours, red wisps turning your eyes back to her. “Say something again.”

“You first, Sokovian.” You snickered, watching her gasp in playful shock before she pondered what to say.

Then she looked at you. You little smirk, the small clouds of blush along your cheeks. “Aș vrea să știi. (I wish you knew.)”

Now your mouth was wide open. “Is that it?! I gave you a whole long spiel, two whole sentences, and you gave me four words?”

She giggled to herself, hiding her face in her elbow whilst you tsked her dramatically. “Wanda Maximoff, always taking and never giving.”

As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you instantly turned to her sad puppy eyes. “No no no, that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry, Wanda, that was not malicious in intent.”

She just closed her eyes, her voice falling to a whisper. “It doesn’t make it any less true.” 

You shook your head, cupping her cheek and you watched her eyes open to hold a reddened tinge, but no magic was involved. “It’s not. You have lost so much, Wanda. Your parents, your brother, your families. If anything, the world has taken from you what you rightfully deserved - happiness.”

She closed her eyes again, leaning into the palm of your hand and you sighed, gently pulling her into your arms. “Is this okay?”

She nodded against your shirt, her eyes opening halfway to observe the scars on your shoulder. Her finger traced the one just in front of her, back and forth and back and forth, soothing her like a baby in a rocking chair. 

“Sleep, Wanda. Your body did not have enough last night.” You muttered in her ear.

“Okay.” She answered weakly, the touches along your shoulder eventually lengthening in time before they stopped.

In the back of her dreaming mind, she wondered if you would leave her in this vulnerable state. Leave her tucked under the bedsheets, leave her in the dark corner of the house - leave her to do your own thing once again.

But did you?

No. 

You closed your eyes and fell asleep with her wrapped in your arms.

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Cyborgs Have Hearts, Right?

Summary: Wanda and Natasha love a cyborg, you, until they don’t. But they just don’t realise how much they’ve lost you by betraying you. (my summaries suck when I’m sick)

Pairings: WandaNat x Fem!Cyborg!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: plane crashes, Bruce being an asshole in Avengers 2012, my shitty writing of trying to get through different movies in one fic, self-harm (forcefully not sleeping, doing other things that I can’t say otherwise they’ll spoil the ending).

Requested: YES/no

A/N - So this got a little bit out of hand, and wild. I normally wouldn’t write cheating but I had a bad mental health day the other day so I wrote this partially then and I wanted it out of my drafts. Have fun getting your hearts ripped out 😁 

*not my gifs*

You never would have imagined you’d meet Natasha and Wanda, being a cyborg. Well, part cyborg. I get how that’s confusing, so I’ll explain. And no, you weren’t from HYDRA or the Red Room.

You were from SHIELD. 

The process of your transformation from brutally injured by a plane crash to a peak-performance cybernetically-enhanced human was long. They had to replace most of your body, powered by the Tesseract, and almost lost you twice. Half of your face was turned into metal, your limbs and almost your entire torso was turned into moulding, ever-evolving vibranium, the magic of the Tesseract copying the properties of Captain America’s shield to create you. 

For a while, you were isolated as your brain tried to piece your personality back together. Missions were easy, you didn’t have to do much, but as your mind came back, you were placed in a medical bed. 

You watched as the people coming through the door were familiar. The redhead’s hairstyle was a short and curled bob, whilst her piercing green eyes immediately captured your mind’s attention.

“N… Natasha… Natasha Romanoff.” You stated that day, making her smile as she leaned in and hugged you tightly.

“Hi, Y/N/N.” 

“Tasha!” You hugged her back gently before the whole explanation of what you went through was given by Natasha and Fury.

 Afterwards, you were sent on your first mission as a part of the new team of Avengers. You sat next to Natasha in the pilot seat, your hands on your thighs until she reached over and took your right hand. 

“Are you okay, detka?” 

“I am not a baby.” You grumbled, the Russian immediately translating in your head. 

Natasha chuckled whilst you sat calmly with her hand holding yours before she landed the jet and you stood with her.

“No, Y/N, you need to stay here with the agents.” She put a hand on your chest. 

You took another step forward and were surprised when she was able to push you back. “No, Y/N, stay.” 

You sighed shortly and stopped pushing against her, the comms directly linking with your cyborg body as she stepped into the small hut. You watched the child she paid run out of the hut before returning minutes later, a man following behind her. 

“Dr. Bruce Banner, also known as: The Hulk. Highly dangerous.” Your cyborg mind reported and you watched as your hand turned into a plasma cannon.

“No! No, no, no, Tasha is in there!” You growled to your arm, pushing it down.

“Disabling plasma cannon.” 

You sighed in relief as your hand returned, focusing on the words floating in through the comms. 

“What does Fury want me to do, swallow it?” Bruce stated, the bug planted on the table making his voice loud and clear. 

“He wants you to find it. It’s been taken. It emits a gamma signature that’s too weak for us to trace. There’s no-one that knows gamma radiation like you do. If there was… that’s where I’d be.” Natasha responded.

“So Fury isn’t after the monster?”

“Not that he’s told me.”

“And he tells you everything?” 

A moment of silence let your eyes adjust and you could see their heartbeats, Natasha’s steady whilst Bruce’s was beating fast. You looked down at your chest as it glowed blue, getting brighter and brighter as you watched Bruce’s heartbeat climb.

“Talk to Fury, he needs you on this.”

“He needs me in a cage?” 

“STOP LYING TO ME!”

A flash of light surrounded you and when your eyes adjusted, you stood in front of Natasha with a gun pointing at your chest. You could see the hurt in her eyes as they watered, suddenly focused on your chest as the clothes you had on were gone, melted from the teleportation. 

“I’m sorry, that was mean.” Bruce apologised from behind you but you didn’t pay him any attention. 

Instead, you cupped Natasha’s cheeks and brought her eyes to yours, your smooth metallic thumb caressing her soft skin. “Tasha… Ty v poryadke. (You’re okay.) I’m here.” The Russian melted off of your lips and brought her back to the real world, making you smile lightly until you faced Bruce.

“Do that again and I will have no problem plasma-blasting you.” You growled.

“Stand down. We’re good here.” Natasha reported into the comms and you watched the heartbeats of the agents around you back away.

“Just you and me, huh?” Bruce smirked, but a glare from you shot it down.

“Escort for Bruce Banner. Keep him in a different jet.” You ordered, watching a few agents take Bruce to the nearby jet whilst you took Natasha.

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A few weeks later, you remembered Natasha’s love for you and you accepted her back easily. Whilst your body may have been made of metal, your heart and mind were not so easily destroyed. 

And because of this love, you followed her orders to stay away from the Avengers as they fought Ultron in the later years. 

Until Fury dragged you into their mess. 

“Cyborg, we’ve got a carrier going down!” Maria yelled at you from across the room and you teleported outside the window, the heels of your feet turning into thrusters that guided you to catch the carrier and slot it into the side of the bigger ship. 

You landed in the church of the floating province of Sokovia once finished, punching and blasting your way through a wave of Ultron Sentries. You smirked as Clint caught your eye, a beautiful brunette woman standing next to him.

“What’s up, Metallica?” He jeered and your sensors didn’t fail to tell you that she was looking at you.

“Where’s Tasha?” You asked, only to hear the loud rumble of a bulldozer come towards you.

You smiled widely as she jumped out, jogging in to see you standing there with your arms wide open.

“What are you doing here?! I told you to stay away!” She huffed, hugging you anyways.

“You said stay with Fury. Fury came here.” You shrugged, kissing her temple before you saw a body of metal float in the air.

Ultron.

“What’s up, asshole?! Got anything else for me to play with?!” You smirked, punching your fist into your palm. 

Unlike the others, your grin didn’t falter as more Sentries piled up, your hands turning into plasma cannons. 

“Holy shit.” You heard behind you, a blonde man in sleek sportsgear.

“Thanks, bro.” You chuckled, looking back at Ultron’s army as they charged towards you.

You immediately hit them with a large blast, desecrating a whole line of them in one go. Your arms changed and you shot out bolts of heat, much like Tony’s repulsors, except yours were much more powerful. Anything they touched instantly melted, making your target practice increasingly fun. 

After a short time that felt like a freaking aeon, you ripped out the core of the last Sentry for the wave, smirking as you crushed it between your fingertips. 

“Have fun without me, my love?” You asked Natasha, watching her eyes roll.

“You stay here with the core. We can’t all breathe as we get higher and higher, but you can.” She smirked, poking at your exposed gears.

“Hey! That’s like me touching your organs!” You blocked her hands but still let her poke you a bit, knowing that this was how she relieved stress.

“Is not!” She chuckled, shoving you lightly.

“You good?” Steve asked you and you gave him a metallic thumbs up.

“Go on, get out of here.” You smirked at him, Clint and your girl, watching them split off as you sat on the sandstone steps.

Your sensors fired whenever a Sentry got close, but the sound of boots without the sensors firing made you wary. You stood up quickly and turned around, only to see that brunette woman again.

“Oh. Hi.” You murmured, looking down to see your body evolve.

Small metallic sheets, the size of nanites, covered your ‘organs’ and you smirked as they changed colour. “Guess I have clothes now.” You chuckled to yourself.

“You are… quite a sight.” She stated, jumping as your arm faced behind you and hit a Sentry.

“I am mostly a robot, so that’s probably why.” You snickered, your hand returning to normal. 

Your sensors fired again and you turned your head to see the blonde man from before. “Hallo. I am Pietro.” He smirked.

“Y/N.” You replied, turning to the brunette. “And you are?”

“She’s Wanda.” Pietro answered, but you shook your head, still looking at her.

“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff. We are twins.” She stated, confused by your manner.

“A woman is talked over and spoken for too much in this world. I always give a lady the chance to speak, especially when she is as beautiful as you.” You explained, not registering Wanda’s blush as you fired at more Sentries.

“Pietro, get the people on the boats.” Wanda ordered.

“I’m not going to leave you here.” He scoffed.

“I can handle this.” She shot out a red tendril and you blinked a few times, watching the Sentry get pulled apart before falling to the ground.

“Come back for me when everyone else is off, not before.” Wanda continued.

You admired the way her and her brother argued, making you chuckle as he sped off to continue the fight. You shot out a blast to an incoming Sentry and leaned against the large cylindrical pin. 

“So, are you having fun?” You asked her, watching her smirk at you.

“Are you?” 

“Oh, I love spending my weekends getting some target practice in.” 

“I can see. You have quite the arsenal.” 

Suddenly, your sensors fired off and you looked around, seeing through the walls of the destroyed buildings to view Clint holding a young child. 

“Y/N!” He called for you and you saluted playfully to Wanda, disappearing and reappearing in front of him.

Your right hand turned into a shield and you covered your face whilst your body covered Clint, the bullets ricocheting off of you before you plasma-blasted the Quinjet above you, your aim true as the android inside fell to the ground.

“You okay?” Pietro asked, watching as the ‘clothes’ turned back into your normal shell.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Clint?” You turned to him, noticing the small child in his grip.

You knelt in front of him and offered your hand, but he scrambled away from you and you sighed as Clint’s palm rested on your cold shoulder.

“Go get Wanda.” 

You nodded and disappeared, reappearing by the pin only to see her gone and a Sentry turning the pin. The ground fell beneath you and your thrusters caught you, but your mind was only on one thing.

Two things, actually. 

“Natasha?!” You called into your comms.

“I’m alright, lyubov (love).” She answered calmly, clearing one thing out of your mind.

You wove through the debris and found Wanda hovering with mascara running down her cheeks, seeing Vision come towards you.

“Take her!” You handed her over, kissing her temple softly before you fell back and watched Thor collapse into the ocean. 

You helped him out before your sensors fired, seeing a familiar figure land on the ground between the trees of the forest. You made sure Thor was alright before you flew over to it, noticing the red of its eyes. 

You hummed, your scanners rising and falling on the destroyed metallic form. “You’re afraid.” 

“Of you?” Ultron scoffed.

“Of death. You’re the last one.” You explained shortly.

“If it wasn’t for your securities, you were going to be the last.” He grumbled, shuffling towards you. 

“Stark asked for a saviour and settled for a slave. If you are neither, what are you to SHIELD?” 

“A friend.” 

“How disappointing.” He sighed.

“I guess we are both disappointments then.” You shrugged.

“I guess so.”

“Humans… we are odd. I don’t even know if I can call myself one anymore. We think in black and white; we think order and chaos are opposites and yet, we cannot exist in one without the other.” 

He shifted his lop-sided head and looked at you, not understanding the meaning behind your smile. 

“But there is a grace within our failings, our mistakes. I think you missed that.”

“They’re doomed.” He murmured.

“That is true.” You sat down on the ground, placing your elbows on your knees as you moved them in and out, eying a small flower by your side. 

You dug your hand underneath the ground and uprooted it, holding it within the pile of dirt as its petals shone in the sunlight.

“But… a flower isn’t beautiful because it lasts. No, it’s the period of beauty that comes and goes, the changing within the seasons and… growing. It’s quite truly a privilege to be a human… a privilege I lost and yet, it is so fulfilling to be in their presence.” 

“You’re unbearably naive.” Ultron groaned.

“Well… at least I wasn’t born yesterday.” You smirked, watching him leap at you.

You drove your hand into his chest and crushed the core that resided in it, shaking his shell off of your arm as the core disintegrated within your grip. 

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You, Wanda and Natasha got along well when you all resided within the compound. The shift to the new place was amazing and it was just in time for your recent evolution of ‘clothes’, since the press thought it was a great daily field trip. 

You trained with them both, your quick reflexes as the only challenge against Natasha whilst Wanda trained with you to practise her abilities. You would open yourself up and let her weave her magic through your gears, talking her through the control techniques you used.

“How do you control your anger?” She asked one day, pulling her magic back from your body as you closed up.

“Is someone here pissing you off? Am I pissing you off?” You gasped playfully, only for her to roll her eyes and smirk at you.

“No! It’s just… I know it wasn’t Tony’s fault, but when I see him, I still get angry.” Her smirk faded away and you sighed, taking her hand in yours.

“I used to get angry. Well, I wasn’t quite sure what it was because my brain was still piecing itself back together, but I would get this swell in my chest. And when I felt that…”

You looked across the gym and saw Natasha at the punching bag.

“I would think of her. I would think of how she comforts me during my panic attacks, how she tries and fails to cook for me when I’m sad, how she is always there for me.”

Wanda smiled at your explanation. “I wish I had that.” 

*With the both of you.* She finished in her mind, but she didn’t notice the glint in your eyes.

“Tasha, baby!” You called for her and she walked over to you.

“Yes, lyubov (love)?” She asked.

“Remember what we talked about a few nights ago?” 

She climbed into the ring and sat with her left knee against you and her right against Wanda. “Is it time?” 

You nodded and placed your hand on Wanda’s cheek, confusing her until you pulled her in for a loving kiss. Her eyes were still wide as you pulled away, glancing at Natasha before she kissed her too. 

“What is happening?” Wanda asked as Natasha leaned back against you.

“For a mind reader, you are quite oblivious.” The Widow smirked and you guided Wanda’s hands to both of your temples.

“Go on. We trust you.” You smiled, feeling her poke around in your mind for a brief moment until she pulled away.

“So… you like me?”

“Bozhe moi (my God), Wanda, do you need another hint?” Natasha chuckled.

“Yes, we like you. And don’t you get all meanie-pants, I was oblivious too.” You scolded the Widow lightly.

Natasha rolled her eyes before she smirked at Wanda. “Wanna go have a shower whilst Y/N makes us lunch?”

Wanda nodded, watching as you ‘dressed’ yourself and went to the kitchen whilst she followed Natasha. 

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One whole year. One whole year of love, nurturing and admiration led you to this very moment as you stood outside of Natasha’s room and heard not one, not two, but three different moans. 

“FRIDAY, where’s Ross?” You asked softly, the AI able to interface directly with you.

“He is currently on a flight to Vienna. Would you like for me to connect you in a call?” 

“Yes please, just… let me get further away.” 

You hovered down the hallway so as to be silent before you stood in the meeting room alone, circling the table until the call finally connected. 

“Yes, Cyborg? And get rid of your disguise.” Ross coughed through and you relinquished your hold on the reflective sheets over your body.

“I surrender to the Accords.” You spoke plainly, writing down on a piece of paper before you took a snapshot of it. 

“Here’s my signature.” 

“I will put it forward to the Accords. The Department of State thanks you for your service, Cyborg. We will be seeing you soon for assessment.” 

“Yes, sir.” You nodded as the connection closed, your sensors noticing the two heartbeats that stood behind you.

“Y/N/N? Honey, what was that about?” Natasha questioned you calmly but you walked past her, your metallic body bruising hers.

“Y/N, baby cakes-”

“Don’t call me that!” You snarled.

“Y/N, darling, calm down.” Wanda cooed, trying to walk towards you but you stepped back.

“Really? You think you’re in a position to call me ‘honey’ and ‘darling’ when you’re fucking behind my back?!” 

“Babe, it’s never bothered you that we have sex when you’re on a mission. Why is it bothering you now?” Natasha asked, confused. 

“It never bothered me because it was you two. Just you two.” You emphasised and they turned to each other.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?”

“Enough with the lies, Natasha.” 

You hadn’t called her that since before you two were together. Her eyes fell to the floor and she stepped slightly in front of Wanda, but a blonde bob of hair caught your eyes.

“What’s up, hot stuffs? Who’s ready for round five-”

You almost stumbled back as you recognised the woman who came in, the same look of shock on her face. “Y/N?! You’re alive?! And you’re a robot!”

“Cyborg, Carol.” You growled.

She immediately tried to give you a hug but you stepped to the side, still looking at your girls. “You fucked my oldest friend?”

“Wait, what?” Carol turned to them and they didn’t look at her, simply keeping their eyes on you.

“You three are a thing? Since when?” 

“Well, Natasha and I were a thing since before I crashed in that HYDRA plane, and then sweet little Wanda joined us last year.” You spat.

“Get out, Carol.”

“Y/N, I swear I didn’t know-”

“I can see your vitals. I know.” You ushered her out, locking the doors as you tapped into the security system.

“So, wanna explain why you fucked my best friend?”

“Because you don’t have sex with us anymore!” Wanda barked.

“Shut it, Wanda; Natasha and I were a thing long before you came around. I wasn’t asking you.” You shot a blast near her feet, making her eyes redden.

“Hmm? Wanna explain why my girlfriend of four, almost five years went behind my back? Do you not love me anymore?”

“It’s hard to love a robot.” Wanda sneered.

“I’m not a robot!” You jumped up, angry beyond reason.

“I have a heart! I have a brain, even if it has been integrated with metal and magic! I’m still human! For fuck’s sake, I thought you would have liked me having certain parts as cybernetic!” You snickered sensually. 

“I feel emotions! I may be able to punch through a wall without so much as a flick of my wrist, but I can still cry!”

“Y/N, please… let us try again.” Natasha begged you and you stepped away from her.

“Don’t. Don’t touch me. You don’t get that anymore.” 

You looked down at your hands and scoffed, feeling tears prick your eyes as you looked at Wanda. “I make fun of myself for being a robot because when I do it and when the press does it, it rolls off of my back. But when you call me a robot…” 

Wanda’s eyes stopped glowing as she realised how badly she’s hurt you. 

“It hurts beyond any pain I’ve experienced.” You sniffled, teleporting away from them.

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For the next few weeks, Natasha and Wanda didn’t see you. It wasn’t that you weren’t around, it was that you both avoided them and when necessary, used your reflective panels to turn invisible. You never confronted them, always hanging with Bucky and Sam as you played video games, your own hands as controllers sometimes. 

With them, you could forget the feeling of betrayal. You could forget feeling shame, you could forget the love you previously had for the girls. Bucky and Sam took you out to clubs and parties, watching the girls flirt with you as they glided their hands over your metallic body. 

But then you would return to the compound, your room once filled with their clothes and their scent. You moved out of it, hiding in the laundry as you slept in a stasis mode similar to Vision, even though nobody knew.

Well, except for Bucky, Sam and Carol. You told them everything and they were there for you. Sam offered to take you to his group therapy sessions with ex-veterans, simply being there for a distraction. Bucky trained with you in the gym and the shooting range, always keeping tabs on Natasha and Wanda so you wouldn’t run into them.

And Carol supported you, in every way but sexually. She would hug you when you cried, take you on shopping sprees when she could, and was just there for you. But you were friends, that was all. 

Then suddenly, the Accords happened. You were clearly on Tony’s side, having already signed, but there were still 72 hours to sign as people flowed in and out of the compound. You sat on the couch in the living room as you watched TV by yourself, smirking as the white house blew up once more. 

A knock at the door didn’t need to be done as Wanda walked in. 

“Can we talk?” She asked.

“There’s not much to talk about.” You mumbled, fiddling with the mechanics of your hand. 

“Y/N, there is.”

“How long?”

She was silent until you turned your head to hers and she saw your face. Bloodshot eyes alarmed her whilst dark bags underneath didn’t help disguise your sleeping habits.

“Y/N, are you sleeping at all?”

“Sleeping, stasis mode, same thing.” You grumbled, standing up.

“Y/N, that’s not sleeping. You still have a human brain, a human heart. They both need human rest.” She huffed.

“Where was this concern two months ago?” You chuckled dryly, skimming through the fridge.

“Turn around.”

“I’m hungry.”

“You don’t eat.” 

You shrugged - she wasn’t wrong. A robot stomach didn’t run on food.

“Y/N, please don’t make me use my magic.” She begged, her hand glowing with the red wisps you had originally adored. 

“Please. You got the Mind Stone, I got the Tesseract. The same levels of energy. You can’t fuck up my brain like you did to the others.” 

She sighed, shooting one towards your skull. You grimaced as she wormed her way into your mind, trying to force you to sleep. But she pulled back when she saw the dark thoughts that had been playing in your mind since the break up.

“You… Y/N, no. No, no, no…” She stood, cupping your cheeks after walking to you.

“Y/N, you can’t be serious.”

“Why not? It’s not hard. I am a robot, aren’t I?” You giggled, delusion filling your sleep-deprived mind. 

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me.” 

“Shutting down in five, four, three, two…” You teased darkly, moving her away from you.

“Y/N, please! Just… Just stop!” 

“Why? So you can go find a new fuck buddy? No thanks.” 

She watched you walk away, following after you to see you sit down next to Bucky and Sam since Carol was off-world. You were laughing at Bucky’s jokes, sure, but your eyes didn’t show it. She called Natasha to her side and the Widow sighed when she saw you.

“She wants to turn everything off.” Wanda murmured, alarming the Widow.

“What?” 

“I heard it, in her mind.” 

Natasha stepped into the room and was about to physically knock some sense into you until a person walked through the set of doors behind the couch.

“Avengers… a meeting?” 

Ross. 

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You stood quietly in the corner of the room as he explained that a few Avengers still needed to sign or retire, looking at Wanda in particular. 

“Of course, Y/N signed before it was even made public.” Ross grinned, patting you on the back.

“It was a great deal, I’m not going to lie, sir.” You smiled.

“What deal?” Natasha asked, your head turning to hers slowly before you nodded at Ross.

“Y/N has decided to… shut down certain parts of her cybernetic body.” 

Immediately, every Avenger stood up and argued, a single blast from your hand making them silent. 

“Relax, guys. It’s just so I’m no longer dangerous to everyone.” You smirked, looking at Natasha and Wanda.

“Give us a list of the parts you are shutting down, Y/N.” Sam growled, making you turn to him with a sad look in your eyes.

“Almost all motor functions except for basic capabilities such as walking for my legs and lifting for my arms. All weapons will be disabled but still kept in my body since they are attached to certain human parts of me. Things like my thrusters and sensors will be turned off as I will have no need to fly or detect my surroundings.”

“Anything else?” Wanda asked sternly, the sad look in your eyes gone as you turned to her.

“Everything will still be here but anything that is noted as weapons will be turned off.” 

“Thank you, Cyborg.” Ross nodded to you.

“Report to Vienna tomorrow at noon, please.”

“Yes, sir. It’ll give me enough time for a new update.” You thanked him, watching him leave.

“If you need me, don’t.”

You walked to your old room and sat down on the bed, looking down at your hands as a holographic screen appeared. You typed in ‘yes’ and hit enter, closing your eyes as the update began. 

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You didn’t appear for the Vienna meeting, but a message popped up on Ross’ phone and he dismissed it. Wanda had kept a close eye on your room and hadn’t seen the door open once in the past day and a half. 

She only saw you as you landed on the tarmac of the airport in Germany, with Rhodey downed on the grass out far by the runways and the jet containing Steve and Bucky long gone.

“Y/N! Thank god!” She ran towards you but you blasted at her, forcing her to shield herself.

“Y/N?” 

Cars and trucks wailed onto the tarmac, parking beside you whilst Ross stepped out, putting a hand on your shoulder. 

“Y/N, please take Wanda Maximoff into custody by any means necessary.” He asked, simply leaning on his cane.

You marched towards Wanda and shot out a collar from your hand, your eyes void of focus.

“NO!” She howled, drawing Natasha’s attention as she saw you standing over Wanda, delivering a bolt of electricity strong enough to knock her out.

“Y/N…” Natasha ran out to you and Ross eyed her, the simple notion of his eyes enough for you to turn around.

“Y/N, please, listen to me, baby.”

“Y/N is not here.” Ross chuckled, your hands turning into plasma cannons.

“What did you do to her?!” She growled, aiming her gun at him. 

“I did nothing. Well… I did put a virus in her system. All it took was for her mind to degrade to the point of exhaustion. When she started her update, I slid a virus into her and voila - I have a robot under my control.” 

Natasha looked at you desperately. “She’s not a robot. She’s kind, loving to a fault, and so much more than a weapon.” 

“Funny. You didn’t think like that a few weeks ago.” He sneered.

As you picked Wanda up, you looked at Natasha. She watched as you cocked your head to the side.

Natasha’s face drained itself of colour. She turned to Ross and eyed the evil grin he held. “Did you…?”

“Oh, no, Ms Romanoff. This was all in her own update. I simply wanted control.” 

Natasha turned back to your dead eyes that rested on her form. “My heart, please, I beg you to listen to me. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving you.” 

“You took her heart and ripped it into pieces. What makes you think she still has yours?” Ross questioned, guiding you to place Wanda into the transport car before he drove off. 

“Y/N/N?” Natasha sniffled, a sliver of hope riding on the idea that your nickname could shock you out of your update.

“I’m sorry, I don’t recognise that name in my database. Would you like for me to search across the internet for you?” 

A/N - Here’s Part 2!