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messedupfan · 2 years ago

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OMG AMAZING CHAPTER AS ALWAYS!!!

Liquid Courage

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Tony throws one of his usual parties but an unexpected guest makes an appearance.

Genre: Angst. Sexual content towards to end. No smut.

Word Count: 6.9k

A/N: Here's chapter 6. Still angsty as hell. I can't lie, there's not going to be fluff for quite a while. After this chapter, I plan to really kick things into gear. The story will move forward and more questions will be an answered and secrets revealed. I think I've teased you all long enough. I hope you're ready.

Enjoy reading!

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Ross once again kept his promise and returned to the compound with Dr, Sarkissian a few days after Wanda’s return, to continue with the testing. He informed you that you wouldn't be cleared of any suspicion until he got some answers, therefore wouldn't be cleared for active duty. Both Steve and Tony made it known that it wasn't his decision which pissed him off and made the testing that day even more brutal. You made Wanda promise that she wouldn’t be there for the testing. You think she’s seen enough of you in this state to last her a lifetime, even if she didn't know the extent of what was happening. So, you made Pietro promise that he would take her out of the compound for the day.

You thrashed around the hospital bed trying to escape the pain that rattled your body. You couldn’t scream or protest in any way. All you could hear was the boiling of your own blood and the sound of the heart rate monitor beeping at an alarming rate. You felt like your heart and brain were about to burst. You could also feel Tony wearing his gauntlets on each hand, desperately trying to pin you down.

“You said this stuff would immobilise Agent L/N!” you hear Ross yell at the Doctor as you try to catch your breath. The doctor was right, you had never been through that kind of pain before. Not even with Strucker.

“It does. You've seen the results yourself, Ross.” The Doctor retorted, her eyes darting from Ross to you.

“Then how do you explain this?” Ross asks, motioning towards your violently writhing body.

"My guess is that Agent L/n’s body is starting to become immune to the effects of the serum I created. Their metabolism is burning through each dose, meaning that the substance is no longer taking effect.” The Doctor explained, through gritted teeth, clearly frustrated with the results.

Ross was determined to push through the barrier that your mind had built but you were even more determined to block his advances. You couldn't allow to find out that Dr. Sarkissian’s serum had worked and that you had seen more than you had revealed. You were still trying to figure it out yourself.

“Administer more serum doctor.” Ross demands.

“No!” Tonys voice booms throughout the med bay and you are hopeful for a break from the doctor and Ross’ tortuous methods. “For God sake, can we discuss this later and help Y/N? I can hold them down much longer!” The Doctor takes another syringe from her pocket and administers it to your IV. Your body immediately relaxes, and then starts to heal from the trauma it had just endured. A grateful breath releases from your lungs. Ross walks up to your side and looks down at you, a scowl residing on his face.

“I know you know something L/N. I don’t care how long it takes or the methods I have to go to find out what happened to you, I will find out one way or another. You’re an enemy of this country and I’m going to prove it.” With his final word said, Ross leaves the room. The doctor takes his place next to the bed, just as Tony helps you sit up.

“Agent L/N, if you know anything, it’s in your best interest to tell Ross everything you know. He won’t stop with the testing until you tell him what he wants to know.” Pleads the doctor. Her tone isn’t caring or delicate, instead it elicits a venomous tone which sends a cold shiver down your spine.

“I’ve already told you what I know.” you tell the doctor, effectively ending the conversation there. The doctor then turns to leave without a word.

“Ross is going to want some answers sooner rather than later Y/N,” says Tony. You turn to face him and watch in confusion as his repulsors shrink back into the bracelet on his wrist. “Nanotech. Cool, huh? Could barely hold you down though,” You shake the confusion from your head and instead ask Tony to release you from the cuffs, but he refuses.

“Excuse me?” you ask in irritation. Tony stands there with his hands on his hips and you just know that he’s about to ask you a million and one questions.

“Tell me what’s going on and don’t say nothing because I know you better than that Y/N."

“Then believe me when I say that it’s better that you don’t know.” Your fists clench at your sides, trying to keep your anger at bay.

“Don’t give me that shit. I know you’re lying to Ross about what you saw and now with Wanda’s sudden release from the Raft? I’m pretty sure the President just doesn’t give a pass to a weapon of mass destruction.” You automatically fight against the restraints at Tony’s words, but they keep you in place.

“Do not call her that.” You demand angrily. Tony raises his hands in apology but continues that subject further.

“Y/N you know me, and you know you can trust me.”

“It’s not about trusting you, Tony. You know that I do. It’s about keeping you safe, keeping everyone, I care about safe. I’ve already lost so much. I can’t lose anything or anyone else."

“Y/N, I gave my address to the Mandarin on national television. I literally flew into space with a nuclear bomb.” You roll your eyes at his last comment. It was before your time with The Avengers, but you had heard about that more time than you can count because he never shut up about it. I can look after myself,” reasoned Tony. “I know you’re just letting Ross do this to you so you can keep his focus on you while other things are happening elsewhere.”

He wasn’t wrong about that. Bucky was currently at CIA headquarters in Virginia, sneaking around and trying to find any information that related to you. You let out a deep sigh and thought over your situation. You know Tony can help you in more ways than you can help yourself. Even with Wanda’s powers, there was no guarantee that you’d be able to find out everything that your brain had hidden. You know there’s answers out there, most likely out of the country. Tony can help with that.

“Fine. Take these cuffs off me and I’ll explain everything.” Tony does just that and you explain everything that you didn’t tell Ross and what Wanda’s powers allowed you to see. Also, how you secured Wanda’s release, opting to leave out Bucky and Pietro’s involvement. There was no need to involve them. You had never seen Tony laugh so hard at the President being caught in a compromising position.

“…and you don’t remember ever being on the mountain before? I mean before the explosion.” Tony asks curiously. You shake your head and rub at your wrists and see Tony furrow his eyebrows, deep in thought. “You know, when Doctor Sarkissian mentioned that you may have erased your own memories, it made sense to me. Clearly in the years you were missing, you may have been made to do some unsavoury things, so you wanted to erase those memories and like you never did anything.”

“But both Maria and Bruce confirmed that there was no evidence that my brain was ever tampered or manipulated with in any way.” You counter, confused as to what he was getting at.

“That’s true. But look at you Y/N. Dr Sarkissian just put you through an extremely painful test. One that directly links to your brain. I saw your brainwaves and heart rate while you were under and saw how much pain you were in. But look at you now, you look like you just had a massage.”

“You know that’s not how it is.” You tap your temple, and he nods in understanding at you silently pointing out that while the physical pain you feel will subside quickly, it’s the psychological pain that remains is what hurts the most.

“I know.” Tony admits in a guilty tone. “I just mean with the speed of your healing abilities, maybe you, yourself, found a way to stop the healing process even for a moment so you could erase your memories.” What could be powerful enough to stop your healing abilities enough to erase your memories? It would have to be damn powerful, and it made you curious as to whether it could stop your healing abilities all together. Something you wanted to visit again in the future if the topic came up again.

“I don’t know anything that powerful, Tony.” You slump in defeat and lay back down on the bed as you hear Tony say that he doesn’t either. Although your body had healed itself, you were still exhausted. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep right now though. Sitting up and swinging your legs off the bed, Tony steps up and places a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“Thank you for telling me everything. I do recommend you tell the rest of the team, but I know how stubborn your ass is.” You chuckle at his words because you know he’s right.

“I hear you, Tony. If it comes to it, I’ll fill everyone in on what’s happening. But until then, it stays between us, okay?” Tony puts up two fingers, swearing on scout’s honour. He pats your shoulder and moves to let you off the bed. Just before you reach the threshold of the med bay, Tony asks where you’re going.

“To blow off some steam.” You say as you continue walking, not looking back at him.

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Despite the ache in every part of your body, your bandaged knuckles kept hitting the punching bag. Natasha taught you a lot of things and one of them was that when you felt like punching someone in the face that you shouldn’t, it was always better to punch a bag full of sand. With music blaring in your ears, you wanted to tune out the sound of every single person in the compound and just stay inside your own head, alone. As you lay an assault to the bag and watch it swing back and forth, you find it difficult not to become more and more angry at the joke that your life was now. You were beginning to feel doubtful that you would find the answers that you desperately needed. Since you’d been back, the approach you had taken to finding them had been tame at best. You decide that maybe its time to kick it up a notch. You had already broken the law half a dozen times since you’d been back. What’s a couple more?

Keeping light on your feet, with raised fists, you skilfully dodge the bag as it comes towards you. You think about the events from earlier how Ross stood above you and pretty much told you that he would tear you apart to find the truth about your disappearance. To you, that sounded that he’d probably break a few laws of his own. You know having the President under your thumb would be useful for a while, but it’s useless if Ross goes against CIA protocol. You’re pretty sure what he and the doctor are doing is illegal anyway. You suddenly feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you know its because someone has started walking up behind you. You keep your back turned to them as you keep swinging, listening to their footsteps get louder the closer they get. Spinning your wrist as quickly as you a can, a metal fist stops you as another flesh one grips your shoulder to steady you.

“Careful doll, you could really take someone’s head off with that swing.” Bucky says, amusedly. You release the breath you were holding and feel the anxiety you were feeling dissipate.

“Sorry Buck. How’d it go in Virginia?”

"As well as expected. If Ross or anyone at the CIA has any information about you from the last three years, it’s not on any database there. He could be keeping any information on his person, but I found nothing, Y/N.” You drop your head with a sigh, feeling a migraine starting to form at the base of your skull. “They do have personnel files on all of us, as expected. But it’s all the basics. Name, date of birth, abilities. Everything we did when the Avengers were working officially with S.H.I.E.L.D before I came and screwed that up.” You smile at Bucky and his reference to his time as The Winter Solider and bringing down the corruption within S.H.I.E.L.D.

I did find something interesting about this Dr. Sarkissian though.” You raise your head up in interest. You had no interest in the doctor. “The CIA keeps record of every employee that works there, past and present. Even records of outside contractors who CIA agents work with. Everything gets documented. She has her own file, of course, but it was sealed.”

“Records can only be sealed by the director and deputy director of The CIA. Go figure,” you say in annoyance. “She hasn’t given me a good feeling since the moment I met her. She’s definitely hiding something. I’ll figure it out.” Bucky hums in agreement.

“I did find one file that he had on you. It was hidden behind a heavily encrypted firewall, but I managed to bypass it. Why didn’t you tell me that you were being practically tortured by him and his doctor?” You look away in shame.

“As painful as it is, it’s one of two options that I have right now that may help me find out what happened to me.” You had told Bucky that Wanda had helped you but not the details of what you had seen. He didn’t push you to tell him and you were grateful for that and he understood that you wanted Wanda to rest. ” Thanks Bucky. Nothing else?” Bucky shakes his head. You run your hands over your face in frustration at another dead end. As much as you wanted to keep Ross’ focus on you so you could find out what you could with the help that you had, you know it’s time to take the matter into your own hands. It’s time to find the one person who always seems to have the answers to everything, even if says that he doesn’t. You make a mental note to call Maria to get some answers on the whereabouts of your old boss. Before you can thank Bucky for his help, Pietro speeds into the room in the blink of an eye. He smiles widely and you can’t help but return the smile at his infectious attitude.

“Better get cleaned up, Y/N.” says Pietro, pointing to your bloodied bandages.

“Why?” you ask suspiciously.

“Tony just told me that he’s throwing a party tonight to welcome you and Wanda home," he says excitedly. You clench your jaw and take a step towards him, but Pietro is always too quick for you as he speeds over to the exit of the gym. “I promise it wasn’t my idea. I do listen to you, you know.” You roll your eyes and give him a small smirk that lets him know that you aren’t mad at him but at Tony. He beams in relief and walks out of the gym. You turn to Bucky.

“You got any nice clothes?”

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“Do we have to?” you ask angrily, not bothering to hide your pout You were sitting on the end of Wanda’s bed, arms crossed defensively, dressed in a white dress shirt and black dress pants while she sat at her dressing table applying makeup. Wanda assured you that it was okay for you to get ready in her room and not in the spare you room had been occupying since your return. You hadn’t been able to enter the room you and Nat had once shared.

“Look, I’m not that thrilled about this either, but I wouldn’t mind getting a little drunk and dancing. God knows it’s been a long time since either of us have had some fun, Y/N.” Wanda pointed out, turning to you. Her rosy cheeks highlighted her face, and the ruby red lips were plump and full. Her long strawberry blonde locks, twisted into curls, framed her the delicate features of her face. A small smile took over your face at how beautiful she looked in this moment. Her smile matched yours and you know that she heard your thoughts. You raise an eyebrow in a silent request to stay out of your head, but she just smiles again and moves to the bathroom to change into her outfit.

You stand and walk over to the dresser and grab your tie and pull it over your collar, trying to decide on whether to wear it tonight. As you fumble with each side of the tie, the bathroom door opens and Wanda strolls out wearing a red dress that matched her lips and clung to all her curves. Your mouth instantly dries, and you find it hard to swallow. You instantly quieten your thoughts to avoid any teasing but decide its best to speak.

“Wow Wands. You look beautiful.”

“Thankyou.” Wanda’s cheeks flush red as she walks over to you. You tried to keep a respectable eye on her as steps up to you and removes the tie, throwing back on the dresser. “Looks better without it.” You turn to look in the mirror and you instantly agree. You smile at Wanda in the reflection, and she smiles back, and in that moment, you feel a sense of happiness for the first time in a long time. She grabs your blazer and holds it out for you to slip yours arms and lifts it over your shoulders. You turn back to Wanda and feel the anxiety about the night ahead leave your body. She grabs your hand and leads you to the door before turning back to you. “You ready?” With a deep breath, you nod and let her lead you out the door and down to the party.

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As you walked through the entrance and into the party, with Wanda’s arm looped through yours, you were met with an eruption of cheers and applauds. The room was filled dozens of faces that you recognised and some that you didn’t. There was a band in the corner playing a song that you could already feel your foot tapping to. You could hear Wanda laughing at your side just as a tuxedo clad Pietro sped up quickly to the both of you before quickly whisking her off to the bar. You couldn’t help but laugh as you saw Wanda give you a silent plea to help her. Wanting a drink, yourself, you got to follow before a hand on your shoulder stops you in your path. You can already smell his expensive cologne.

“I’d apologise, but I wouldn’t mean it,” says Tony, nonchalantly. You both make to the bar as the bartender slides two glasses of whiskey neat towards you.

“Oh I know. But it’s okay. I think I needed this anyway. We both do.” You say with as you nod in the direction of Pietro and Wanda further down the bar, clinking their glasses and taking a shot. Tony chuckles and shakes his head at the twins before turning back you and raises his glass you. You clink your own with his and down the amber liquid in one swift motion. It burns your throat momentarily, but you don’t grimace like Tony does.

“Still can’t get drunk?”

“I can, but I’d have to clear out this entire bar before any of it made a dent,” you answer, pointing to the multiple shelves that aligned the walls, all full of alcohol worth more money than you’d ever see in your lifetime.

“I may have a little something to help with that then.” hinted Tony. You raised your brows in suspicion, but he was already backing away with a smile on his face. “Go find Bucky, he has a little something for you. I’m off to find Pepper.” He disappeared before you could protest. Leaning against the bar, you fully take in the scene of the party. The dancefloor is full of bodies all huddled into a mosh pit, something that wasn’t your scene. You could smell the sweat radiating from it, thanks to your enhanced abilities. You tried your best to switch it off, along with you enhanced hearing. You didn’t want to hear the nasty conversations people would surely have towards the end of the night. Sweeping your eyes across the room, you see Clint and Laura chatting animatedly with Bruce and Dr. Cho, Steve playing pool with Maria and someone you assume was Sam. Steve had mentioned his joining of the Avengers in your absence. You see Vision speaking to Wanda and Pietro at the bar, where you know neither of the two had left since you walked in. You see Vision subtly place his hand on Wanda’s shoulders when they both laugh at Pietro’s joke, and you feel your jaw tighten involuntarily. Tearing your eyes from the scene, you continue your sweep of the room until you find Bucky alone, tucked away in the corner, sipping from a glass. As you make your way over to him, you receive multiple handshakes and pats on the back, all of which you give a tight-lipped smile to.

“You being anti-social? I never would have guessed.” You observed. Bucky gives you a silent laugh and does his own scan of the room. He’s always on alert. “Tony says you’ve got something for me?” Bucky reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulls out a flask and passes it to you. You screw off the lip and bring it to your nose.

“Odorless?”

“Tasteless too. But it will get you drunk.” Buck says with a smirk and side eye towards you. You want to ask how but gets to it before you can. “I found it hidden in the bookshelf when I moved into Thor’s room after he left to off world for a while. I know it will get you drunk because I took a mouthful and it knocked me out for almost two days. Steve had to take me to Cho because I had alcohol poisoning.” You laugh loudly at that, but Bucky just playfully shoves you. Seeing no reason not, you take a sip from the flask and feel a warmth run through your body the moment you swallow it. Bucky takes his own sip and it’s like you see a light go off in his head.

As the night continued, you felt a buzz from Thor’s flask and had managed to greet and speak to everyone, beat Sam and Steve at pool while Bucky laughed at their pouting. You barely seen Wanda all night and wanted to spend some time with your best friend. You spot her once again by the bar still talking to Vision and sipping from a glass of wine.

Your legs moved faster than you could register, and you took yourself towards the bar. Wanda’s eyes light up at your appearance and she goes to welcome your arrival until you grab her risk, ignore Visions existence entirely and drag Wanda to the dancefloor. She giggles as she wraps her hands around your shoulders, and you take her waist. The beat from the music starts to vibrate your entire body and you feel Wanda start to sway her hips, forcing her to move with you. You pull Wanda flush against you and feel your bodies mould into one another. With each beat, yours and Wanda bodies move as one and when you look her in the eyes you see her pupils are dilated to the point that the green is barely visible. You and feel Wanda’s breath on your lips and the smell of the wine on her breath dancing around your nose. Your breath hitches as you see Wanda slowly lean in and before you can do the same the smell of Chanel invades your senses, and you immediately pull away from Wanda’s embrace. She frowns in confusion as you back away from her, your heart beating hard against your chest. You’re grateful for the open collar your wearing but still finding it difficult to breathe. Wanda steps forward, concerning written all over her face but you put out your hand to stop her from touching you, instead sending your thoughts to her mind.

“I’m okay. I just need a minute.”

“Are you sure? Do you want me to come with you?” You can hear the concern even in your head. You force a smile but shake your head and exit the party to find the bathroom. Splashing your face with water to try and clear your mind, you lean against the sink and look at yourself. Your face is a pale white and the dark circles that have lived under your eyes since you returned are as evident as ever. The nightmares that plagued you every night didn’t help with your appearance either. Flashes of the colours you saw in your memory retrieval, the suited man plunging a mirror into your neck, Wanda in her cell wearing the collar, Natasha’s face as she walked through the door in Berlin. The images haven’t escaped you since you came back the compound.

The familiarity of the perfume only brought your nightmares to the light of day. Her perfume. You’d bought it for her as a birthday gift and she wore it on every special occasion. Now the smell of it made you sick and beyond furious and you took that fury out with a fist to the mirror. You wince as you pull your hand back and pull out the shards of glass from your knuckles and watch as the blood pours out. You hear movement behind you and the door to the bathroom swings open and you see his face in the reflection but ignore his presence and wash your hands.

You try to exit the bathroom, but agent Campbell stands in your way but when you try to pass him, he put his hand on your forearm to try and stop you.

“Y/N, please.” Campbell begs. You automatically grab Campbells wrist and push him against the wall and lift him off the ground by his collar. He splutters and struggles to breathe and tries to remove your hand, but you can’t find it in yourself to care at the man that betrayed you.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me,” you growl, as you lift Campbell higher off the ground, his feet dangling. “What the hell could you possibly say to me? Your apologies are useless to me because they are bullshit. You tried to take me out. I trained you, taught you and that team everything you know, and you use it against me?” You push Campbell harder into the wall and you see his face start to turn pale at the lack of oxygen and his eyes plead to you to let him go, which you do. Campbell coughs violently when he collapses to the ground, scratching at his collar and tie to loosen it.

“What did you expect coming in here, Campbell? That I would play nice with you? That we’d just go back to being buddies? You don’t get to walk in here acting like you didn’t marry the love of my life and that my life hasn’t been falling apart. Go fuck yourself Campbell,” you spit out.

“Woah, woah. Slow down. I’m not married to Nat. Are you serious?”

“You’re lying. I saw the way you looked at her. You also called her Nat. You’ve never called her that in your life. It was always Ms. Romanoff.”

Y/N, I’m gay.” Your eyes widened in shock. That was something you didn’t consider. “After you disappeared me and the squad started our own investigation as soon as we heard your body hadn’t been found. We knew that something was up. We didn’t find anything though. Maybe a few months later, I ran into Nat in a bar, and she was drinking herself to death. I’d heard from some other agents that they had seen her there multiple times a week, just drinking until she blacked out. I tried to stop her and told her that you wouldn’t want her to be like that, but she tried to swing at me. She was so drunk that she could barely stand. So, I took her back to her apartment and slept on the couch. I didn’t want her to be alone when she woke up. When she did, she made me promise not to say anything to anyone and I never did. After that night we just bonded and became close friends. She’s one of the very few that knows I’m gay. As for that day in Berlin, I was just following orders.” You stand there in disbelief as you hear snippets of Natasha’s life while you were gone and the downward spiral she had fallen into. You had no idea.

There’s an apology on the tip of your tongue but you can’t bring yourself to speak. Instead, you pass Campbell, making sure to slam shove your shoulder into his and take yourself back to the party. Nothing has changed when you enter. Everyone is laughing, dancing and knocking back drink, while you feel the room start to close in on you, panic setting over your chest. Spotting the doors to the balcony, you make your way towards it, sipping heavily from the flask Bucky gave you. When the fresh outside air hits your lungs, you feel a calm wash over you and deep breaths calm your erratic heartbeat. The view of upstate New York looked beautiful and it nearly took your breath away until it actually did when a voice interrupts your peace and the perfume almost hypnotises you.

“Hi.” The voice couldn't be mistaken. It was raspy and deep and still sent a shiver down your spine. You had heard it every day for years before you had disappeared. Taking a deep breath and clutching your flask a little tighter, you slowly turn around to face to the woman you once trusted your life with. God, she looked ethereal. A black body con dress caressed her voluptuous frame, full lips coated in a shade of blood red lipstick that matched the colour of her hair that framed her face. It took all your self-control not to drool at the sight.

“Hello Natasha.” You kept your tone as neutral as possible. You saw her momentarily flinch at the use of her full name, something you never did but the movement disappeared as soon as it appeared. Her past as a spy could never be erased.

“How are you?” You hear the sincerity in her voice, but you feel like she’s asking the most stupid question in existence. You scoff, and open your arms wide and in a silent show of the obvious that you’re not okay

I’m sorry.” You scoff again because you can’t believe the audacity she has right now.

“For what? Burning a hole in my chest or for getting married to someone that wasn't me? you snap at her. You see her clench her jaw and it feel guilty for a second but youre the one who was missing for three years. Not her.

“That’s not fair Y/N. I told you, Fury wanted a face that you trusted to bring you in. It was the safest option.” Natasha whispers. You turn away from her, desperately trying to keep your tears from falling.

“Then he should've called Wanda,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, that was a nice little display on the dance floor there.” Her tone is so thick with jealousy, that you’re offended of what her accusations insinuate.

“Oh, give me a break. You don’t get a say in what I do in any situation. Not anymore. Not while you have that damn ring on your finger!” you exclaim, your voice beginning to rise.

Nat sighs and looks down at her feet, twisting her wedding band in her finger. You can see the build-up of tears ready to fall from her eyes, but the Asgardian liquor makes you want to ignore them.

“You know I buried you right? Consider that for one second.”

You allowed your anger to consume you because you didn't care anymore. You threw the flask as hard as you could and watched as it shattered the doors that led to the balcony. The heads of party goers turn towards the sound of broken glass spilling across the floor. Despite flinching before, Nat doesn't flinch this time, even when you take a step towards her..

“You didn't come here to see how I am. You came here ease your guilty conscience. To see how you are. You know what you did. You feel it in your heart, don’t you? Because I do. Every damn day i feel it, Natasha. I am broken! My life has been torn apart the minute I woke up in Berlin. My life was taken away from me and I don’t have a fucking clue why So do not stand there and tell me you're sorry because I don’t accept it. And the only reason I don’t accept it is because I know for a fact that if it was you that went missing, if it was me who had lost you, I would have waited. i would've went to the ends of the earth to find you and the people responsible. And that’s how I know that I loved you more than you loved me.” you accuse, pointing your finger in her face.

“What the hell is going on here?” Dr. Sarkissian walks over the broken glass, towards you and Natasha. You barely recognise her without her glasses and lab coat. Instead, she wore an emerald, green dress with her with her hair styled like Natasha’s.

“None of your business doctor.” You kept eye contact with Natasha but were about to get a lot angrier if she didn’t leave.

“It is my business if you're yelling at my wife.” The Doctors spat at you, her tone cold and venomous. She wrapped an arm around Natasha, and you noticed her relax in the doctor’s hold. You visibly gulped and you know Natasha saw it. Your eyes flickered to the doctor’s ring, and it matched the one that laid upon Nat’s finger. The courage and anger you had built up suddenly disappeared on the spot and you felt yourself beginning to crumble under the weight of your own stupidity. Natasha had always been able to read you like a book and you saw that she wanted to take a step forward and take you into her arms, but another set of arms wrapped around your own and held you instead.

“Come on, lets get out of here.” Wanda whispered in your ear. You allowed Wanda to pull you from the situation and before you knew it, you were in front of Wanda’s door. She tried to pull you into her room, but you stood your ground and shook your head when she frowned in confusion. You looked over your shoulder at the door of your old bedroom and decided now was the time to walk through it. As you enter, familiarity overwhelms you when you find the room exactly how you remembered it. Photos of you and Nat lines the walls, yours and her favourite books sit on the shelf covered in dust, small gifts and trinkets that you’d given each during your time together still sat on the nightstand. Walking to the dresser, you see remnants of your old life and decide maybe it’s time to leave your past with her behind.

A painful scream erupts from your chest as raise your fist and slam it through the dresser, shattering it beyond recognition. You rip the photos off the wall and throw them across the room, watching the glass shatter everywhere and continue to destroy everything in your path. Once you were done, the room was beyond recognition and with that you felt a sense of piece that the fresh air had brought you earlier.

“Feel better?” Wanda asks, standing in the doorway. You look to her but don’t answer, instead reaching from the flask again and taking a large mouthful. You hand it out to her, but she holds up her own bottle of whiskey which she drinks from. She follows you back to her room and sits next to you when you take a seat at the end of her bed on the floor.

“So, Nat’s wife is your doctor? That’s so messed up.” Wanda blurted out. You laugh at obviousness of her statement, and she laughs along with you. You smell the alcohol on her breath, and you know she’s more than a little tipsy.

“The woman that’s been torturing me for the last few weeks.” Wanda’s head turns so quickly towards you that you can’t bring it in yourself to look at her. You didn’t tell her about the pain you had endured during Ross’s testing. But you don’t want to keep anymore secrets from her. You take her hand and hold it to your temple as you take her back to each time the doctor and Ross visited you and the pain you felt. She gasps as she feels the pain that you felt and when you open your eyes, you see the tears that threaten to fall from her eyes. Her fingers fall from your temple and rest on your cheek, which you lean into. She doesn’t ask questions as to why you allowed Ross and the doctor to continue. She knows you need answers.

“I hate her, Wands. I hate them both.” Your voice cracks under the weight of your misery but Wanda only bring herself closer and places her lips on your forehead. “I’ve always thought of myself as a happy person, but after all that’s happened in the last few weeks, I can’t help but feel utterly miserable every time I wake up. I’m sad every day and I try to be the happy person I once was, but it’s so damn hard. I just feel so alone.” Wanda fully embraces you as she wraps her hands around your neck, and you pull her into your lap and cry hard into her shoulder. One hand of Wanda’s rubs up and down your back, while another scratches lightly at your scalp, soothing you as you try to control your sobs. When you gain control, you sit back and look up at Wanda who had been crying with you.

You wipe at both of her cheeks, and she does the same for you. As you both hold each other in a close embrace, you’re not sure if it’s you or her that leans in first but when your lips touch, you don’t care. Wanda’s hands move to your neck and yours to her hips and you bring her closer to you as she tightens her arms around you. An experimental hand and squeeze to Wanda’s ass makes her gasp, allowing your tongue entry to her mouth. The both of you moan as the kiss becomes more desperate and needy and you feel Wanda reach for the buttons of your shirt starting to undo them. As Wanda reaches for the last button of your shirt, you pull down the zipper of her dress. As you both reveal yourselves, you can’t help but stare at Wanda’s exposed chest. You always thought she was beautiful, but as she sits on your lap right now, she is but just a goddess that you want to worship. As if Wanda heard your thoughts, she launches herself at you and wraps her legs around your waist, kissing you hard.

Wanting to be more comfortable, you try to stand with Wanda still clinging to you but stumble, the Asgardian liquor to present in your system. You fall onto the bed on top of Wanda, her lips never leaving yours and continue your worship of her body. As you move your lips to her neck, a wild moan leaves Wanda mouth which prompts you to move your lips down her body. As the rest of your clothes are removed, both of your names are moaned loudly, and you end the night with your bodies intertwined.

Hours later, you wake suddenly, plagued again from the nightmares that haunted you. Soaked from head to toe in sweat, you turn to looked that the body that lies next to you, thankfully undisturbed. Wanda’s chest rises and falls so peacefully that you’re relieved that she isn’t the one suffering from nightmares tonight. Moving from the bed, you’re suddenly bombarded with images of a face that you’ve seen before but not one that you’ve seen in person. At least not that you remember. A man with a horrible, red disfigured face, flashes before your eyes and a German accent echo in your ears. You’ve seen this man, but you need to confirm. Getting dressed and taking one last look at Wanda, you leave the bed and take yourself to the War Room.

As you bring up the files of each Avenger which contain their past mission reports, you click on Steve’s file. Going back to report archives as far back as 1945, you find the photo that you were looking for. The black and white photo sets a feeling of dread in your stomach, and you know you’ve found the source of red that haunts your dreams.

“The Red Skull,” you whisper.

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messedupfan · 2 years ago

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I wanna fight Ross so badly. Stay. Away. From. Wanda! 👊👊👊

This was soooooo amazing!! Can't wait to see what else you do with this series!!! Take your time, of course!

A Link To The Past

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Ross makes good on his deal and you find some more clues from your past.

Genre: Little bit of angst. Little bit of comfort. Descriptions of violence.

Word Count: 7k

A/N: Chapter 5 is here 85 years later. You can find the previous chapters here. I'm so sorry it took me so long to update and for all the people who asked me about this series wanting more. Work, life and everything in between got in the way. I made sure it was super long to make up for wait. Enjoy reading!

*you do not have permission to repost or translate my material to claim as yours*

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It had only been a couple of days since you had visited Wanda and the plan to get her out was in motion. After explaining the plan to Pietro, he was in. No questions asked. All that was needed was to gather the evidence and since Bucky was a world renowned ex-assassin, he was the perfect popsicle for the job. As much as you wanted to do the job yourself, you had to keep Ross’ focus on you and away from The Raft. So you held up your end of the deal.

Right now, you were laying on a bed in the med bay, wires taped to your chest and temples, monitoring your heart beat and brainwaves. Two sets of vibranium handcuffs hung off the side of each rail of the bed, for your safety but you know it’s for Ross’ peace of mind. You have a feeling he's a little afraid of you. Although Bruce had already run the tests as Maria had said, Ross wanted to oversee while they were ran again and he brought in his own doctor like he said he would. Ross makes his entrance into the med bay along with a woman you don’t recognise with Tony and Bruce on their heels. Steve, Vision and Clint had left for a mission earlier while Bucky and Pietro had opted to stay behind to offer you 'support'. You know Steve would've reluctantly agreed.

The woman following Ross is a wearing a white lab coat, horn rimmed glasses and has jet black hair but you notice a tint on green shimmering off it in the harsh lights of the med bay.

Her porcelain features almost mimic Natasha’s but it’s her eye colour that shocks you a little. Her irises pierce yours with a cold hard stare and it begins to make you a little uncomfortable. You only know of two other green eyed women but their’s are soft and sweet. This kind of green is the opposite. Even in the light of the med bay, they do not show any brightness. Instead they show to have an elliptical pupil, like a snake and staring at it for too long makes you a little nauseous. Grey eyes pull you from your focus and Ross steps up to you with a sick smirk on his face.

“I held up my end of the deal. Now it’s time for you to hold up yours. This here, is Dr. Sarkissian. She specialises in neurology and specifically the retrieval of a persons memories. So she's going to run some tests on you, different than the ones that Dr. Banner ran on you.”

“That’s great. Let’s get this over with” you retort.

You don’t care for this woman or what she specialises in. You just want this over with. Tony comes to your side and takes your hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“This isn’t going to be pretty. I saw the outline for the procedure and it’s pretty invasive Y/N” Tony warns gently. Did he suddenly forget the excruciating procedure that Strucker put you through, day in and day out? You know pain. It’s literally apart of your DNA now.

“It’s okay Stark, I’ve been through worse” you confirm. Before Tony can speak up, a skeletal figure steps forward.

“I can promise you, you haven’t” says Dr. Sarkissian. She checks on the machine monitoring your vitals and takes a syringe and a vial of blue liquid from her coat pocket. You stiffen for a moment as some the of the past that you do remember, flashes before your eyes. Strucker and Dr List and their endless quest to make your body their puppet. But the way that Dr. Sarkissian looks at you with her serpent eyes, tells you that she’s telling the truth. She fills the syringe with the liquid and with a tap to the needle, she injects the blue substance into the IV protruding from your arm. “You’ll start to feel the effects in a few minutes. It normally takes a few seconds but because of your rapid healing ability, your body will want to reject the substance.

“What exactly is this substance?” you ask. You mentally scold yourself for not asking before she injected it but being with Bruce and Tony, you felt safe.

“It’s my own personal concoction of Donepezil, Memantine, Namzaric and a few other FDA-approved drugs to treat memory loss” she explains.

“FDA approved huh? I’ll bet” you slur out. You never were subtle when you were drugged which didn't happen that often but a large amount of drugs were needed when you were seriously injured. You vaguely remember the time your spine had been snapped in three places with you head rolling around your shoulders after having nearly been ripped off by a purple alien.

You hear your own voice and realise that your jaw is feeling heavy and your eyes are starting to droop. You slowly turn your head to a figure walking towards you and even though your vision is starting to blur, Tony’s immaculate three piece suit never fails to shine through. He takes the back of your head in his hand and brings it down to the pillow.

“I got you, kid. I won’t let anything happen to you” he whispers in your ear. You want to answer that the worst has already happened to you but you feel your entire body fall into a state of entropy. Your hearing hearing however, stays the same. Your heart rate monitor begins to spike and you can hear the shuffling of feet move around the room. What was the point of the handcuffs if you're being put into a catatonic state?

“Now Y/N, I want you stay as relaxed as possible. I know it’s hard because you can’t move or speak but I need to try” Sarkissian asks. She puts her hand on top of yours and you notice that her skin is freakishly smooth and very cold. You can feel her pulse through her touch and it’s oddly calm. With not being able to shake your hand away, the heart monitor begins beep even louder until more feet start to move and Dr. Sarkissian removes her hand. You feel the warmth of another hand on your shoulder and you recognise it as Tony. His touch also allows you to feel his pulse, but its not the sound of beating, instead it comes as a whirring sound. His reactor. It brings you comfort and your body begins to relax against the bed.

“We’re going to start now Y/N. I’m going to guide you through this entire process so I want you to drown out all the noises you can hear and focus only on my voice” You do as you’re told and focus on the sound of your heartbeat. It’s still being rather fast, too fast for a normal human. But after a few short breaths and a familiar red head’s face in your mind, it returns to its normal pace. “Very good Y/N. Now I want you to take me back to the last thing you remember” It takes you a moment to sort through the things you do remember. Sorting through your fractured mind, you find yourself back to the warehouse in Bulgaria. You suddenly feel like your brain is on fire and realise that is what Dr. Sarkissian meant about not being through worse. But you remember this pain well.

Fighting through the pain, you try to remember the mission objective to collect intel about Hydra locations around the world. You feel as if you're back in that very moment, in real time. You’re seeing your past through your own eyes. You feel your legs take you from room to room as stealthily as you could, avoiding Hydra agents that were scattered throughout the warehouse. You could hear their heart beats and the small whispers being spoken through their comms. You could also hear the voices of your team mates on your own comms. Nat, Clint, Sam and Steve outside the warehouse fending off the swarms of Hydra soldiers and Wanda, Vision and Tony monitoring the situation from the skies.

You could make out the German being spoken and that the soldiers were moving the east side of the building, still looking for you. You wait for the foot steps to become more faint before you take another step but as the moment passes and you raise your leg to move, a huge explosion erupts in your ears and you're suddenly engulfed in flames and you feel the ground beneath collapse as you fall through the flames. As much as you're aware that you're in your own memories, you can still feel the burn and tear of your flesh and the shatter of nearly every bone in your body as you reach the last floor of the warehouse.

You can hear the monitors connected to your body start to go haywire as your body reacts to the trauma but the drugs that Dr Sarkissin administered won’t allow you to move.

“What the hell is going on?” Tony yells to Dr. Sarkissian.

“It seems like Y/N is experiencing the trauma from that day. Take Y/N's hand and try to calm them. It worked before” Sarkissian suggests. Tony does this and runs his thumb across the back of your hand and you recognise his calloused hands comforting you. The heart rate monitor slowly goes back to a steady rhythm and Tony sighs a breath of relief. Sarkissian directs her speech to you telling you to go back to the moment where you left off. You try your hardest. ignoring the pain in your skull and finally reach the moment where you're sprawled out on the bottom of the basement. You will yourself to ignore the pain of your injuries. You can slowly feel your bones begin to heal back into place but the warehouse is still burning around you and you can see the upper levels starting to collapse above you. You beg your mangled arm to let you reach for yours comms and call for help from anyone on the team. You hope they're looking for you. You know Natasha is. You couldn't even scream out if you tried. A thick cloud of smoke surrounds you and you could taste it in your mouth as it made its way to your lungs. After a few minutes that feel like hours, you feel your body start to fail you. You’re not sure if you can die. You've always healed from your injuries after missions because you were given time to. But your body is burning faster than it can heal. So being unable to move or even scream for assistance, you welcome death like an old friend, closing your eyes, and picturing Natasha’s smile.

Before you can fully submit your body to flames, you hear the faint beats of a heart nearby. It takes everything in you to open your eyes to find the source, hoping to be reunited with your red headed love, but not even the powerful Black Widow can walk through flames. Instead you're greeted with a figure wearing what seems to be a fireproof suit. Protest is useless, as the figure quickly inject a needle into the burnt flesh of your neck and you immediately pass out. Your senses begin to go into over drive and the clear memories you were experiencing start to become distorted as flashes of deep red, purple and orange flash past your eyes and some voices you recognise and some you don’t, echo through out your ears.

“Come back Y/N. It’s over” Dr. Sarkissian instructs as she administers another substance into your IV and you immediately come out of your paralysis and sit up quickly, your eyes wide and gasping for breath. It takes you a moment to realise the effect the drugs actually had on you, when you can't hold your own weight up. Tony quickly takes the back of your head and lowers it back to the pillow.

He takes your hand again to calm you and instructing you to take try and take deep breaths. You struggle to pick your head up and notice everyones on you holding their breath for you to speak up but Dr. Sarkissian does before anyone, asking if you're okay. You nod and take a few deep breaths to calm your erratic heart beat.

“Tell us what you saw” Ross demands, stepping towards you. He clearly doesn't care for the state you're in. You recount your memories and everything you experienced but leave out the figures who drugged you. Ross and Sarkissian both look to the heart rate monitor and look for any irregular beats to see if you're lying but they find none. Ross looks back to you and you can tell he's displeased with the results.

“How can L/N not remember anything past that point?” Ross snarls in the direction of Dr. Sarkissian. You keep quiet, letting the people with numerous PhD’s talk.

“Something is blocking their core memories. It could be repressed trauma and the unwillingness to remember or whoever erased Y/N’s memories, had extremely powerful technology to do so. Because of serum that runs through Y/N’s veins, erasing memories would be extremely difficult because the brain would be constantly trying to repair itself. It’s in a constant state of self repair. I can only imagine that whoever did erase the memories, went to extreme and perhaps tortuous lengths to do so” Dr. Sarkissian explains.

“You saw my results Ross. Y/N’s MRI results showed no sign of manipulation. They were never under any sort of hypnosis or brainwashing techniques” Bruce says from the corner of the med bay.

“If Y/N wasn't brainwashed then how do you explain the lost memories?” Ross asks, agitation lacing his tone.

“Maybe it wasn't Y/N’s captors that erased their memories because they couldn’t. Maybe it was someone else” Dr. Sarkissian suggest, looking right at you. You frown, not understand what she's getting at.

“The memory loss was voluntary” Bruce concludes. You’re taken aback at his suggestion. You didn't even consider that a possibility. Why would you erase your own memories? What the hell happened to make you want to forget nearly three years worth of memories?

“Well then, we’ll have to try and dig deeper and recover everything” Ross says nonchalantly, as if the invasive procedure you just went through was a walk in the park.

“You won’t be doing that for a while” Tony says without room for argument. “Y/N has been through enough for today. F.R.I.D.A.Y, please escort our guests to the front door,” Before leaving, Ross turns his direction towards you.

“We’re not finished here L/N. I’ll find out where you've been all this time, you can count on it.” Ross warns. You say nothing, instead turning your gaze to Dr. Sarkissian who had been looking at you the whole time with a predatory gaze. It sends a shiver down your spine. She also says nothing and follows Ross out of the med bay, leaving you alone with Tony and Bruce.

“Are you okay?” Bruce asks quietly. You can see the concern in his eyes and it brings you a moment of comfort. You nod and accept the help from Bruce in clearing your body of the wires and helping you to sit up and sit on the edge of the bed. You can feel your limbs start to return to their natural state, your healing factor taking effect. Both Bruce and Tony look at you with curious eyes and you think you already know the next question that’s going to be asked.

“Are you going to tell us what you really saw?” Tony asks, with a raised eyebrow. You avoid his gaze and contemplate his question. You trust him and Bruce but you don’t want to drag him or anyone else into this mess. You can’t risk anyone else getting hurt and with Ross and The President keeping their eye on you 24/7, you don’t want what happened to Wanda, to happen to them when you start poking around in places that you're not supposed to.

“I did tell you” you say, looking up to look Tony directly in the eyes. He squints at you to determine if you're lying.

“But not everything” Bruce says suspiciously. You know they know, but you won’t give in. Not until you can make sense of what you saw in your memories.

“Yes, everything. Now if you guys don’t mind, I’m freaking exhausted and I’d like to go rest” you say, without giving anyone the chance to argue as you move from the bed and out of the med bay. You hear Tony whisper out that the conversation isn’t over.

You make your way back to Wanda’s old room. It’s where you had been sleeping since your return since you still couldn't set foot in your old one. Sleeping was an understatement though. You were constantly plagued by nightmares. Nothing distinct, just flashes of colour, voices and images that you couldn't make out. Basically everything you saw when you were trying to retrieve your memories. The one thing that you were able to make out was Natasha’s face when she walked through the door at the pub in Berlin. It’s haunted you since you returned.

Collapsing onto the bed, you close your eyes and register the events of the last couple of hours. Someone drugged you after you fell through the floors of the warehouse. Hydra? Could Strucker be alive? No, Ultron sent a message to The Avengers with his death. Whoever it was, has the facilities to have you subdued for three years and the technology to erase your memories. What were those colours that you saw? Everything is a blur and your head begins to ache at trying to remember. Your phone dings on the nightstand next to the bed. You grab it and read a message from an unknown number:

It’s done.

You breathe out a a sigh of relief and relax at Bucky’s message, closing your eyes and unwillingly succumb to your exhaustion.

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What felt like only moments later, you wake to your phone dinging again and check the message from another unknown number but this one isn’t from Bucky.

She'll be there within the hour. I expect that usb to be handed over immediately.

The next hour goes painfully slow as you make your way to the living room to find Pietro, who you had forwarded the message to. You can hear his heart beat beating dangerously fast so you take your hand in his to try and calm him.

"I can't believe this is actually happening" he says in Sokovian. He grips your hand tight.

"I know Piet. I wish I could've done something sooner" you reply sadly in the same language. Pietro squeezes your hand even tighter and if you were a regular person, you know it would hurt.

"Don't do that. None of this is your fault. We're going to find out what happened to you and I know that Wanda is the best chance you have to recover your lost memories" Pietro explains. You frown at this words.

"You know I didn't do what I did just because she can help me right? She's not a villian and I won't have her locked up like one. Even if she couldn't help me, I'd still do what I did a thousand times over. She's my best friend" Pietro immediately let's go of your hands and stands from the couch.

"I thought I was your best friend!" he argues with a fake pout. You roll your eyes at the never ending argument you always have with him at who was your favourite Maximoff.

"Shut up. I love you both equally" you say with a smile. Before Pietro can respond, F.R.I.D.A.Y announces the arrival of a black SUV and you tell her to allow them entry into the compound. You and Pietro move the foyer and wait for the automatic doors to open. When they do, four men with semi automatic rifles, led by Ross, enter slowly. You think the fire-power is a bit over the top, but you know the President is afraid of the information you hold. Ross steps towards you, the armed men close on his heel.

"I don't know how you did this but I will find out and when I do, you'll be arrested and charged to fullest extent of the law" hisses Ross. You don't care for his threats. If he ever did find out and came after you, you'd be long gone and out of the country with Wanda.

"Where is she?" you ask bluntly. Ross turns back and the armed men separate to reveal a fifth man standing behind them and that's when you see her, looking the same as when she was in her cell. Exhausted, sunken eyes that point to the ground, messy hair. But you still think she's beautiful. The fifth man releases Wands wrists from the power dampening cuffs and and collar from her neck. When it's removed, you see the bruises that litter her neck and your jaw tightens. You can hear Wanda's shallows breaths and irregular heart beat and it breaks your heart. One of the agents steps up to you and opens a small briefcase. You take the usb from your back pocket and place it in there. The agent snaps it shut and moves back behind Ross who's eyes never leave yours.

"I'll be seeing you again, Y/LN" Ross seethes. You know he's talking about doing more testing, but also he just wants to be there when you're put in handcuffs.

"Get out." you demand and Ross and the men leave without another word.

Before you can step towards her, a flash of blue flies past you and Pietro immediately takes Wanda into his hold. You watch her eyes take in her surroundings and the figure of her twelve minute older brother holding her tight. Her eyes soften as she realises who holds her close and she wraps her arms around his waist. You can hear hear the whispers of Sokovian between the twins but you choose to block it out and give them a moment of privacy. Pietro releases Wanda and places a kiss to her forehead before turning back to you. Wanda's eyes lock to you instantly, almost as if she could feel you there. You release your still clenched jaw and relax your entire body as Wanda slowly walks towards you with a limp in her step. You also slowly walk towards her, your eyes never leaving hers. Her face is expressionless as she finally stands in front of you. You breathe in her scent and realise that it hasn't changed.

"Hi Red." you greet in an almost whisper. Tears start to fall down Wanda face and your heart breaks even more when you know she's realising that she's free and it's because of you. She launches herself at you, wrapping her arms around your neck as you arms wrap around her waist, bringing her feet off the ground. You can her tears soak through your shirt but you don’t care now that your best friend is in your arms. Wanda’s arms keep tightening around your neck and you start to feel it harder to breathe. “Wands, I can’t breathe” She immediately releases her hold and you realise that you were engulfed in her magic and that's why you couldn't breathe. You lower her back to the ground and her eyes never leave yours as she takes ahold of your hand and squeezes softly.

“I’m sorry.” she says in a whisper. You smile in acceptance of her apology. Pietro walks up to Wanda and places her hand on his sisters shoulder and you see Wanda almost flinch at his touch. Thankfully, Pietro misses it. You know she’s still on edge by the sound of her heartbeat beating rapidly in her chest. .

“How about we go out and get some food and celebrate both of you returning? I’ll see where the team is at and we can have a party tonight too.” Pietro suggests with a wide smile. Wanda opens her mouth to speak up but you beat her to it.

“No.” you say firmly. The oldest twin begins to protest but you raise your hand to silence him. “It’s too early for that Piet. Let Wanda settle back into the compound and get reacquainted with everything. I’m still getting used to everything too. Give us a couple days, please?”

“Yeah of course. I'm sorry, I’m just excited to have you both back. I didn't mean to get carried away.” he says sincerely. You shoot him a small smile. You see Wanda take her occupied hand and grab her brothers.

“I missed you too Pietro. Right now, I just want to sleep in my own bed." Wanda admits.

"No.” you say once again. Both of the twins swing their heads in your direction with frowns of confusion on their faces. “You need to be checked out by Cho first. I don’t know what Ross put you through but i’ll sleep better at night knowing you have a clean bill of health.”

Wanda shoots you a small smile and nods. She turned to Pietro and hugged him, promising to spend time with him later. You then led her by the hand through the compound, to the med bay where she was greeted warmly by Dr. Cho. She and Wanda exchange pleasantries as Dr. Cho leads Wanda to the hospital bed and starts an IV along with some wires to her forehead and chest.

“I’m just going to do some blood work and some other vitals and see if theres any lasting damage.” Dr. Cho explains. Wanda smiles in acknowledgement and you go to leave Wanda in private but she takes your hand and begs with her eyes for you to stay. Dr. Cho notices the silent exchange between you too and quickly takes a vial of Wanda’s blood and her blood pressure and leaves the room.

“Are you going to tell me what you did to get me out of the Raft?” Wanda questions in a suspicious tone.

“Yes. I’d never lie to you.” you admit.

“Is it going to make me mad?” she questions again in the same tone.

“Yep" you answer simply. Before Wanda can protest, the door to the med bay swings open and the rest of the Avengers pile into the room. Steve, Tony, Bruce, Clint, Vision and Pietro surround Wanda while you take a few steps backwards to give them room to greet her. Bucky steps through the threshold and places a hand on your shoulder with a small smile. You return it and a nod in silent thanks for his help in getting Wanda back. You didn't have siblings, but he was the closest thing to a brother you had, besides Pietro.

As everyone was swarming Wanda with hugs and questions, you decided to step outside for moment to get your bearings. You didn't realise you were holding your breath until you leant your back against the wall and release it.

“You okay?” You feel Wanda enter your mind.

“Shouldn't I be asking you that?

“Cho gave me a mild sedative, so i’m okay for the moment. What’s going on?

“I just needed some air. Plus i just wanted everyone to have their time with you too. They missed you.

“There’s plenty of me to go around, Y/N. Are you saying you didn't miss me?

“It feels like I only saw you last week.”

“Are we going to talk about your disappearance?”

“Only if we talk about why you were in the Raft”

“We will, I promise,” Both of you stayed silent for the moment until Wanda entered your mind again. “Steve’s coming” You immediately straightened your posture and waited for the Captain to walk through the door. Steve was in front of you in a matter of seconds with his arms folded in front of him and a stoic expression.

“What did you do? Steve asks immediately.

“What do you mean? you reply, cooly.

“Don’t play stupid Y/N. I know you and that you’d do anything for Wanda. Including breaking the law to get her out.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about Steve.” He sighed in defeat and moved his hands to his hips and hung his head. You could feel the disappointment radiating off him and as much as you didn't want him to feel like that, he was right in saying that you would do anything for Wanda.

“Whatever you've done, it better not come to bite you or anyone else in the ass Y/N. I know how much you want to recover your memories and find out what happened but I won’t allow any harm to come to the team because of it.” Steve said firmly.

“I get it, Cap.” You put your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently, letting him know that you were being serious. “I won’t let anything happen to anyone” you promised. “Now, I'm going to hang out with my best friend.” You moved towards Wanda’s room before Steve spoke up again.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry with what happened with Nat.” Steve said sincerely, his lips forming a thin line. It took all the strength you had not to let the tears fall at the mention of her name. You haven't allowed yourself to think of her and with everything going on, you had little time to cry about your love life. You nodded in thanks and returned to Wanda’s room. She was trying to keep up with everyone speaking at her and not to her. It was starting to piss you off when you could see Wanda’s eyes frantically move around the room and then to the exit.

“Everyone out!” you shouted at the everyone. “There’s too much testosterone in this room and it’s making Wanda sick, so if you want to speak to her you can come back one at a time. You gave all of the men a look to say ‘try me’ when some of them made the motion to protest. You saw Wanda cover her mouth to hide a laugh out the corner of your eye, but you could still hear shaky her breath as she tried to muffle it. All of the men bid goodbye to Wanda with hugs and wishes to get well. Pietro gave his sister a kiss on her forehead and whispered something in her ear, that you decided not to listen to and then left the medway with a wink in your direction.

“What did Pietro say?” you ask, stepping up to Wanda’s bed.

“You didn't listen?” Wanda replies, curiously.

“I never listen when it’s just you and him. I never have”

Not even back in Sokovia with Strucker?” You shake your head. “I always thought you did.”

“It was hard not to listen when Pietro would basically yell from his cell to yours thinking he was whispering.” you say, with an eye roll. Wanda giggles at yours but it turns into a deep frown a moment later.

“He just told me to take it easy and that he'll be back later. Are you going to tell me whats going on?” Wanda asks quietly.

“Yes. But not here. Get F.R.I.D.A..Y to let me know when Cho releases you and I’ll come and get you. I’ll explain everything once we have some privacy.” Wanda nods at your words and you give her hand a squeeze and a kiss to her forehead and exit the med bay and back to Wanda’s room.

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She arrives half an hour later and looking much better than she did when she arrived. There’s colour in her cheeks and the circles under her eyes look lighter. You can tell Cho worked a miracle once again. Before you can comment, Wanda holds her finger up to silence you. You immediately sit down on the bed as she walks over to sit next you.

“Talk.” she demands.

“You have to promise not to get mad at me.” you beg.

“Nope.”

“That’s fair.” You release a deep sigh. “I blackmailed The President.” Wanda’s eyes go wide with fear which quickly turns to anger. There’s not much you’re afraid of in this world but a pissed off redhead is one of them. She smacks you up the back of the head and if you weren't a super soldier you know you'd be bruised tomorrow.

“Tell me everything, right now.” You go into detail from the moment you woke up, being arrested by Natasha, to dealing with Ross, the leverage you had over the President, involving Bucky and Pietro, the testing with Dr. Sarkissian, her suggestion that you have erased your own memories everything that happened and everything you didn't tell Ross, Bruce, Ross and Dr. Sarkissian, to the moment you find you find yourself in right now. “Huh. Who knew that the most powerful man in the world liked wearing diapers and crawling around like a baby.”

“Not me. I mean, I’m not here to kink shame but I’m guessing the general public wouldn't like that.” you say with a small laugh.

“Y/N, you know you can’t just be blackmailing the President. If you get caught, they'll put you somewhere worse than The Raft. Pietro and Bucky too.” Wanda says in a whisper, even though the walls are soundproof you know she’s still worried someone might hear.

“I know Wands but I couldn't let you rot in there. You don’t belong in there. You never did.” Wanda gives you a small smile and takes your hands in hers and squeezes gently.

“Thank you for saving me. Even though i couldn't save you.” Wanda says tearfully.

“Hey, hey. Don't worry about that. I’m here now aren't I?” you say gently, rubbing your thumbs over the back of her hands.

“But three years Y/N. You were gone. We really thought you were dead. I thought you were dead.” Wanda says with a deep sob.

“Tell me what happened in Berlin.” you ask, wanting to hear her side. You'd believe her over anyone anyway.

“After you died, there was no trace of Hydra for months. I was getting pissed off because I wanted someone to answer for your death. I wanted revenge. Nat left after a couple of months when she couldn't find any answers and it felt like everyone else just followed after her and gave up. It wasn't good enough for me. So I left and took matters into my own hands. I found as many Hydra bases as I could and destroyed them.”

“What led you to Berlin?”

“Natasha had left me the names of some of her old contacts and one of them contacted me saying their was an usually large presence of Hydra around, When I arrived, a felt a huge surge of energy and tried to follow it but I was ambushed before I could reach tit.

“And thats when -“ you trail off.

“I killed all of those people” Wanda whispers out. You remind her that it was an accident but all she does it wrap her arms around you and you welcome her embrace, whispering more reassurances in her ear. She releases you and wipes the tears from her cheeks.

“So you lied about what you saw?”

“Yeah. I obviously don’t trust Ross or his doctor. I don’t want them digging into my brain any more than it already has been. But I can’t bring Tony, Bruce or anyone else into this mess.” you explain.

“Why me then?” Wanda says with a sniffle.

“You're my best friend. I want you with me on this and I trust you with my life.” you say with a shrug. Wanda smiles.

“Well, how can I help?”

“Yours powers. If you can reach into my mind, maybe you can see what happened to me, where I was, what I was doing. Maybe find out if I really did erase my own memories.” you suggest, hopefully. Wanda lets go of your hand and stands from the bed and paces around the room.

“Y/N, your mind has already been fractured and repaired multiple times. If I do this and it doesn't work, your mind may not recover this time. Even with the serum in your system” Wanda warns, a slight tone of fear in her voice. You raise yourself from the bed also and walk over to Wanda and place your hands on her shoulders.

“I trust you.” Wanda takes a moments to register your request and wants to deny you but the pleading look in your eyes only compels her to agree. She places her hands on both sides of your head and you both close your eyes. You feel a warmth slowly seep its way through your cheeks and you're suddenly brought back to the warehouse once again, except you're watching from the sidelines, not reliving the memory like you did with Dr. Sarkissian.

Wanda takes you back through everything you did with Dr. Sarkissian right up until the moment where the figure stuck a needle in your neck. The memory moves to the flashes of red, purple and orange you saw and the voices you heard. They still don’t make sense to you but you feel Wanda force her magic through the barriers of your mind until you find yourself standing on what looks like the top a mountain, an orange sun setting in the distance. It seems remote and barren and you don’t recognise it as somewhere you’ve been before. From the corner of your eye, you see movement and widen your eyes when you notice your past self just standing there, moving animatedly. You’re surrounded by a couple of shadowy figures that you look to be talking to but your memories are still foggy and you assume the shadows are examples of you not remembering. You want to move towards your past self but you can’t move your feet and before you can protest, you're brought back to reality. Your vision clears and you see Wanda wobbling on her legs and you automatically take her in your arms and bring her to the bed to lay down.

“That was a lot” Wanda says and you can hear the exhaustion in her voice as she lays her head on the pillow. You nod in agreement, not sure what to make of that you just saw.

"I'm sorry. I probably should've waited until you were ready to ask you to do that." you say, ashamed.

"It's okay. I want to help you in whatever way I can. Did you recognise anything?” You shake your head. All you can gather from what you saw is that you were definitely up and about. You weren't handcuffed and seemed to be in okay condition and the shadows that you saw were actual people but you can’t remember their faces so they had none. Wanda hears these thoughts that you're loudly projecting and hums in acknowledgment. You turn to look at her and see her eyes are closed and her breathing has already evened out. She's asleep. You lay yourself next to her and think about all of the events from the day.

Everything you've found out, which wasn't much. You weren't sure where to go from here. All you can do in this moment is appreciate that your best friend was back and the both of you were going to find out what happened to you. As you close your eyes and surrender to your own exhaustion, you feel Wanda's arm wrap over your waist and her head coming to rest on your chest. You didn't realise how touch deprived you were until this very moment. Her warmth brings you a deep comfort and lulls you into a deep slumber.

Chapter 6

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