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Wanda Maximoff/Reader - Land of Thieves - #ChapterFive

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Summary: When you were a child, you swore that no matter how high the reward in your head, she could always count on you. Life as an outlaw in the west is not easy, but you believe that train robberies are still easier than asking a pretty girl to dance. Land of Thieves, also know as your love story with Wanda Maximoff in the Wild West.

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, explicit violence, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, cursing, blood.

Words so far: 28,055 (did not include this chapter)

tags: @mionemymind

"God Bless Oil"

When you slept, you dreamed of Wanda, the best sleep you have had in many weeks. When you opened your eyes again, it was morning. And judging by the noise in the camp, everyone was already up. It took you a moment to remember that you were going to rob a train today.

- Hey sleepyhead, you need to hurry up. - Nat said as she entered your tent, you were getting up, and frowned as you watched her walk toward your trunk, clearly looking for something.

- Good morning! - you said, stretching. - What are you looking for?

- Socks.

You laughed, and reached out to the space between the corner of your bed, where you began to hide your socks precisely because Natasha was in the habit of stealing them. You held out a pair to her, and she made an expression pretending to be offended by your hiding place. She sat down beside you on the bed, throwing the boots she was carrying on the floor.

- You look happy. - She commented as she put on her socks. You shrugged your shoulders, trying to cover it up. She laughed. - No way, sis. Whats the deal with that smirk?

You got out of bed, laughing lightly as your cheeks flushed. You were about to tell her what happened, but Pietro stumbled into your room, looking excited as he buttoned his shirt.

- Does anyone have a little bit of hair pomade? My hair is a disaster today. - He comments, causing Nat to frown.

- Are you trying to look attractive for a robbery? - She hits back, he shrugs.

- I am already attractive. I just wanted to look more presentable.

You and Nat laugh at the comment, and you push him out of the tent, informing him that he had used up all of your supply, but that Thor would probably have some hair pomade.

Nat finished putting on her boots and approached you.

- We'll talk later, young lady. - She warned you with a smile, before leaving.

You rolled your eyes with amusement, walking towards your trunk in search of clothes more suitable for a robbery.

Tucking your hat on your head, you walked towards the main campfire, where most of the gang members were having their coffees. You exchanged a glance with Wanda, smiling shyly at her as you picked up some bread from the supply wagon, she smiled back at you tenderly.

- Attention everyone! - Steve announced, standing in front of his own tent, where everyone could see him. - I hope everyone rested well tonight. - He paused to check his watch. - We'll be leaving in a few minutes, so finish your coffee, and get your weapons from the wagon with Bucky. If you have anything else to pick up, hurry up!

Pietro imitated an army reference as Nat shouted "Yes, Captain" drawing laughter from everyone. Steve also smiled as he signaled with his fingers that he was "keeping an eye" on the mischief of the two.

You wiped the bread crumbs off your clothes before walking towards the ammunition wagon, joining the small line to get the guns. Bucky smiled at you when it was your turn, and handed you a springfield rifle, at which you looked at him in surprise.

- I thought I was going to get a Lancaster. - You commented but Bucky made a sound with his mouth of disagreement, writing something down in his small notebook before looking at you.

- We lost almost all of them in the fire. And besides, I thought you'd be fine with your two revolvers.

You shrugged, thanking him for the gun before leaving the line. You slung the rifle over your back, and walked toward the entrance to the camp, where Steve was already waiting for the others beside Peggy.

- Everything okay? - He asked as soon as you reached him, and you smiled and nodded your agreement.

While you were fixing the Knight's saddle, the others were joining you.

Nat tipped your hat jokingly as she passed you, heading for her own horse. You were about to give her a poorly crafted reply, but you spotted Wanda and Pietro walking to the area, and the answer died in your throat. You looked away quickly, mounting Knight.

When everyone arrived, Steve mounted on his brown sorrel before speaking:

- That's it, folks. I wish us all to ride safely. - He spoke in a serious tone, assuming a posture of leadership. - Take care of each other out there.

Everyone nodded in agreement, and you watched Peggy lead the way for her group. You turned your head to the side, only to watch Nat signal the way your group should go.

You would like to say that you rode in silence, but as soon as you were within a few yards of the camp, Pietro's out-of-tune singing filled your ears. You and the girls laughed, but he continued singing at full volume.

- Good Lord! - Nat grumbled, but soon Monica joined in the singing. And Nat laughed before joining in their song.

- I got a girl in Valentine likes to drink that fancy wine. - sang Pietro accompanied by Nat and Monica, while you and Wanda laughed at the lack of rhythm.

The ride was a mixture of laughter and singing, but as you approached the meeting place, the mood changed quite a bit, and you fell silent. You covered your face with the mask, lingering your gaze on Wanda's masked face.

Nat signaled that you had reached the place where you, Pietro and Wanda would be staying to let her know that the train was moving, and you held out your hand to her, giving her a warm handshake before she rode off with Monica. You tried to swallow your nervousness.

- Are you ready for this, girls? - Pietro tried to look nonchalant, but his gaze showed his nervousness. You exchanged a look with Wanda before nodding.

- It's not the first time we've stolen a train. - You joked, but you couldn't see your friends' smiles because of the mask.

- I bet I can do better shooting than you. - Pietro exclaimed after a moment, making you laugh. - Are you doubting me?

- Please, Pietro. We both know that Wanda is going to hit a lot more shots than both of us put together. - You declared, and Pietro laughed, poking his sister in the ribs, who just shrugged with a smug look.

- Don't you ever stop moving? - complained Wanda after a moment, you observed Pietro almost hanging off the horse, trying to fuss with the aforge.

- I'm usually the one who's driving. - He retorts, and Wanda rolls her eyes.

- If you try to ride Hex, he'll knock you down in a second. - You say ironically, Wanda nods in agreement, but Pietro just shrugs.

- Wouldn't I have some kind of twin advantage? - he joked. - Maybe he trusts me to tame him.

- Pietro, shut up. - Wanda said, and you laughed, thinking it was a joke. But then you noticed the redhead's raised eyebrows, and looked straight ahead. Pietro spoke again, and then you asked him to shut up. An explosion noise was heard in the distance afterwards.

- What the fuck was that? - Pietro exclaimed, and you advanced with Knight toward the train tracks.

- Stay here, okay? - You say, getting ready to ride. - I'll go investigate.

- What, no way! - Wanda exclaimed, but you heard a second explosion. Feeling your chest fill with concern, you turned around one last time before leaving.

- Just stick to the plan, okay? I just need to make sure that Steve is okay.

And you rode at high speed in the direction the train was supposed to come. It didn't take long before you spotted the oil fields, startled by the black smoke that was visible in the sky. As you got closer, you could hear the sound of gunfire, and then you came down the small hill and could see the conflict.

You couldn't tell where all those men had come from, but noticing their green uniforms, you identified them as O'Driscoll. It was easy to understand that they had decided to attack the factory after all. You noticed the black carriages that belonged to Howard Stark, completely surrounded by guards, but your gaze was searching for Steve.

You were startled when Wanda suddenly appeared riding beside you.

- Shit, girl, you scared the hell out of me! - You shouted as you rode into the conflict.

- I can't believe you actually thought I was going to let you fight alone. - She said in a tone of mixed seriousness and teasing, and you rolled your eyes in mock amusement.

Then you identified Peggy, still mounted, shooting at what you imagined to be the factory guards.

- Steve! Steve! - she shouted, and you felt your chest sink. You couldn't see him in the confusion either. You, Wanda and Pietro finally reached her, and she seemed relieved to see you all right.

- What the hell happened here? - Pietro asked.

- The O'Driscolls came shooting in the middle of the negotiation! - Peggy explained, shouting so that you could hear her between shots. - They surrounded the factory from all sides, and someone shot Howard Stark!

- Where's Steve? - you asked, trying to find him in the crowd.

- He went to Bucky. - Peggy said with concern in her voice. She looked away from you to take aim with the rifle she was holding, and fired in the direction of the guards. At the distance you were standing, no one was shooting back.

- Right. - You nodded before sending Knight toward the gunshots. You heard Peggy yelling for you to come back, but you could only think of Steve.

You skirted the field, heading toward the factory, while drawing one of the revolvers. Knight was getting very agitated by the noise, so you tried to calm him down with words of affirmation.

As your proximity increased, the enemies began to notice you. You didn't want to risk using your rifle while mounted, so you took them on with your revolvers, while keeping Knight at high speed to avoid the shots. You succeeded in most of the shots, without really absorbing the images of the open wounds and the bullets going through the skin of those you shot. It was a war in the open, and when you felt a gunshot graze your ear, you began to really worry about Steve's safety. You ducked your head as you sent Knight toward the entrance of the factory, but then you felt your body being thrown forward, knocking you off your horse. You rolled on the ground for a few meters, and let out a grunt of pain when you finally stopped. Blinking in confusion, you looked around, getting up with difficulty. Nothing broken, you checked.

You lost your breath next, feeling a great impact on your stomach that you eventually realized was a punch. A man knocked you to the ground, the black uniform of a factory guard. You struggled against him, and he had an angry expression as he tried to choke you. You got out of your grip by kneeing him in the balls, and he fell over onto his side in pain. You hurried to get up, but when you reached for your pistol, you saw that your holster was empty. As you reached for your revolver in the secondary holster, someone grabbed you from behind, one arm choking you by the neck.

You tried to let go, unable to breathe properly as you raised your hand to try to pry the arm around your neck, but the guard holding you would not let go. The man you kicked started to get up.

Then you heard two shots, and the grip loosened. You fell to your knees, coughing with shortness of breath, before your breathing normalized. Both men fell to the ground with a thud, and you looked around in confusion. Wanda and Pietro stood side by side, each with their pistols raised in the direction you were standing.

- Are you all right there, dear? - teased Pietro.

You smiled at them, but before you could mutter a thank you, other shots rang out nearby, and you rushed to grab your fallen revolver a few inches away. You sought shelter to avoid the shots, and crouched side by side against a block of wood.

- They're heading for the train! - shouted a male voice, and then you watched as a large group of guards ran toward the checkpoint, which was a few meters in front of the factory, in the opposite direction from you. But the members of the O'Driscoll gang seemed to spring up from the ground, and resisted the guards with many shots.

You looked around, and finally spotted Steve. His blond hair showing through the factory window. You imagined that he had found a good place to avoid the gunfire inside.

- Steve is inside. - You told the twins. - Cover me.

And then you rolled to the side, ducking as you ran toward the factory door. The guards continued to shoot at the O'Driscolls, and didn't seem to make any difference who wasn't in the gang, shooting at anything that moved. Wanda and Pietro provided good cover, since you didn't get shot.

Entering the factory, you ran to where Steve was standing, frowning at the trail of blood on the floor. You completely lost your breath at the image you saw.

Steve was hiding against one of the machines, trying to shoot some guards that were on the opposite side of the room. Bucky was on his lap, unconscious, the blood pooling around him, his left arm pierced by something that looked like a piece of iron. You fell to your knees in front of them, raising your hands, which were trembling badly, to Bucky.

- Steve... What happened to him? - You asked, and only at this proximity you noticed the dry tears on his cheeks.

- He'll be fine, Y/N. - Steve replied, and then he finally hit the last guard of the factory, and the gunshot noises were only outside now. Steve stood up, trying to lift Bucky. - Come on, help me carry him.

You helped him, and Steve hung Bucky by his healthy arm on his shoulders. You noticed that he was not unconscious only when he let out a loud groan of pain.

- We have to get out of here. - Steve grumbled as you walked through the factory. - They shot the horses.

- Where are you going? - You exclaimed as you saw him walking in the opposite direction from where you had come, directly into the area where the conflict was most intense. You heard again the sound of an explosion, which shook the entire factory.

- The train, Y/N. - He explained. - It's our only way out of here. Take my gun, make way for us.

Steve handed you his own Litchfield, and you took a deep breath before opening the factory door. Looking around, you noticed a small group of guards trying to set up a barrier against the advancing O'Driscolls in the outpost area.

You were trying to decide how exactly you were going to shoot twenty other people without dying, when you heard a much larger explosion happen and you were thrown back into the factory with the impact.

- What the hell? - You grumbled, trying to stand up again, and then you felt someone lift you off the ground.

- They're setting the oil on fire. - Pietro explained, helping you up, Wanda by your side. - We have to get out of here fast.

- We have to get to the train. - You told them, moving towards the factory door again. Now you could see the flames growing around the place. The guards that had once been near the door had scattered all over the place, trying to get away from the fire.

- The way to go is to shoot everything that moves. - commented Pietro, joining you at the door. You nodded. - Is our bet still on? - He added in a playful tone, and you rolled your eyes, not answering.

And then you left the factory, you and Pietro in front, shooting anyone who looked like they wanted to kill you. Wanda covered the rear so that Steve could carry Bucky to the train, which was stopped at the post.

Despite all the shooting, you finally arrived at the station, and Steve rushed to load Bucky into one of the wagons, while you, Wanda and Pietro shot the few guards inside the transport.

The guards at the factory were too busy with the O'Driscolls burning everything around them to notice you boarding the train.

Thor came up to you next, completely covered in soot and blood, but still mounted on his white sorrel. He made it across the field to the post.

- Someone killed Stark. - He shouted. You looked at him with shock, but hurried to get on the train.

- Thor, did you see where Peggy was? - you asked.

- No! - He retorted, and then turned his horse's reins so that it was headed in the direction of where you last saw Peggy. - I haven't seen her since the first explosion, I'm going back to check on her!

And he rode away. You ran to the wagon in which Steve had placed Bucky lying on one of the benches.

- I think they killed the driver too. The train looks empty. - You told Steve. But he didn't seem to be listening at all, completely disturbed by Bucky's state. But then he blinked and turned to you, standing up.

- I'll get the train moving. Just... take care of him, okay?

You nodded in agreement, and he left the cab, running toward the front of the train.

When the engine started moving, the guards still tried to shoot at you, but you were already out of range. You figured that the only reason none of the guards were following you on horseback was because of the remaining O'Driscolls in the factory, who seemed determined to burn the whole place down.

You let out an exclamation of relief when you saw Thor and Nat's horses approaching. Both riding together with Peggy and Monica respectively.

Steve stepped out of the driver's cab into an open wagon, intending to talk to them.

- You need to get out of here! - Peggy shouted. - There were soldiers in Stark's caravan. They will hunt the heads of anyone who is in the area.

- Get back to camp! - Steve shouted at the same height so that he could be heard over the wind. - You've got to get everyone out of there!

- Where are we going, Steve?

- Stephen! Ask Stephen for a safe place.

Peggy nodded, and then Thor swung the reins of his horse, and they rode off toward the camp. Nat glanced at you before following them, and you tried not to worry so much, repeating to yourself that she would be fine.

You ran into the driver's cab, finding Steve trying to turn the train around.

- What are you going to do? - You asked, watching as he tried to push the mechanical steering wheel with difficulty, which you found strange. And then your gaze lowered a little and you noticed the deep cut on his waist. - My God, Steve, what is that?

He grumbled, but didn't move his hands away. You rushed to help him turn the wheel, before allowing him to lean on your shoulders, and you led him back to the same spot where Bucky had been.

Wanda and Pietro looked at you with worried expressions, but you only said that Steve had a cut on his stomach.

- I need to stop the bleeding, okay? - you said to Steve, who just shook his head in agreement. You took off your jacket, using it to press on the open wound.

Seeing him like that, and hearing the low moans of pain from Bucky in the next seat, brought a wracking feeling to your stomach. Your hands began to shake, and your eyes filled with tears, as you tried to normalize your breathing and not cry. Steve realizing your state, raised his hand to shake yours, a tender but tired smile on his face.

- It's okay, Y/N. - he whispered. - We'll both be fine.

You shook your head, feeling a tear run down your cheek. Steve looked very pale, and you couldn't stop staring.

Feeling a hand on your shoulder, you let out a sigh, startled a little. Wanda crouched down beside you.

- Let me do it. - She said in a low tone, noticing your nervousness. You shook your head in denial.

- It's okay, Wands. I... - Your voice came out completely broken. Wanda moved your hands

- Look for the supply wagon with Pietro. - She asked, the hand that had been on your shoulder caressing your face lightly, wiping away the tears that had run down your face. - I'll take care of it.

You shook your head, unable to say anything. Getting up in shock, you walked to the end of the train car, finding Pietro waiting for you at the door. He gave you a warm smile, and you tried to focus on that and not on the urge to turn around and go back to Steve.

You walked in silence the entire length of the train. As you looked around, your breathing calmed down, and you felt less terrified. When you finally reached the supply wagon, and started going through the lockers, Pietro joked that you really did rob a train after all, and you were able to laugh softly.

After a moment, Pietro let out a happy exclamation, and you turned to him curiously.

- Damn, finally! Here, look, these are medical supplies. - He said as he divided some items among you two.

You were leaving the cabin when you heard a strange noise. You frowned and exchanged a look with Pietro before drawing your revolver and walking toward the source of the noise: the large closet in the corner of the wagon.

Pietro shouted in fright when a man fell out. You stumbled backwards, torn between punching Pietro for being so outrageous, or shooting the stranger. You ended up waiting for the stranger to manifest himself.

- Maybe it's a ghost. - Pietro commented, and you rolled your eyes. The man seemed to be faking a faint.

- I will shoot you in the head if you don't say something in the next two seconds.

This seemed to stimulate the stranger enough, who stood up quickly, with his hands on his head. He must have been Steve's age, but he was very well dressed, and had a well-groomed beard. You gave him a sharp look.

- Damn, sorry, sorry. - He said. - I was hiding.

- Are you going to tell me who you are, or can I throw you off the train now?

The man turned pale, but hurried to answer.

- My name is Anthony Stark. - said the man, and you widened your eyes in surprise. - I wouldn't want to be thrown off my own train.

Pietro laughed at the joke, but you looked at him reprovingly, and he shut up.

- What were you doing hiding in the closet of your train, Mr. Stark? - you questioned him, and he felt comfortable enough to lower his hands.

- Well, you and your friends blew up an oil field on top of my carriage, and I was dragged to safety by my security guards. - He explained, putting his hands in his pockets.

- I didn't know Stark was bringing his son into the negotiation. - Commented Pietro, and you watched Tony's expression change at the mention of his father. You almost sympathized with him.

- We're not the ones who attacked you in the camps. - You said, but Tony looked at you suspiciously.

- But it is you who are stealing my train.

- We are running away on your train.

- And that's different from stealing, how exactly?

You smiled at the argument. Then you rolled your eyes, putting away your revolver.

- We don't have time for this. - You declared, turning toward the exit and starting to walk toward the next wagons. You heard Pietro and Tony accompany you. It took a moment for Tony to question what exactly you were going to do with what you were carrying, and Pietro explained that you had two wounded. Tony let out an exclamation.

- I can help with that. I am a doctor.

- Why would you help people who are robbing your train? - you asked suspiciously. Tony just shrugged his shoulders.

- I wouldn't like to be thrown onto the tracks. - He says simply.

Arriving at the destination wagon, you rush to put the items down before walking over to Steve, being glad that he was still awake. You look at Bucky, who is still groaning, but conscious.

- Who is this? - Wanda asks as soon as Tony enters the wagon.

- Tony Stark. - You answer, and ignore her surprised look to pull Tony toward Steve. - Here are your patients, Doctor Stark.

- Okay, this is really bad. - He comments as soon as he catches his eyes on Bucky. He keeps muttering to himself before looking at you with an expression of pity and seriousness. - I'm sorry, I'm going to have to amputate.

Steve turns his head to the side quickly, and you feel a wave of nausea in your stomach.

Seeing that everyone is in shock, Tony continues.

- I know it's not what anyone wants to hear, but I need to amputate his arm soon. He has already lost too much blood. - And then he stood up, looking for something. He grabbed an empty suitcase from one of the compartments, and carried it toward Bucky. - I need a knife.

Pietro asked him to wait, and ran toward the supply wagon, returning a short time later, a saw in his hands.

You blinked in horror at the weapon, but Pietro shrugged, saying:

- I've seen a doctor do this once before.

- Yes yes, that's better than a knife actually. - Tony commented and then he crouched down next to Bucky. - Hey buddy, this is going to hurt a lot. - He said as he moved Bucky's arm over the bag he had picked up. Bucky was already grunting loudly in pain from the movement. - I wouldn't stand by and watch if I were you.

- I'll keep an eye on him, if you like. - Pietro suggested, and you and Wanda nodded, stepping out of the car. You were feeling extremely disturbed by the whole situation.

You stared at the landscape at high speed, leaning against the railing of the open wagon, And then you felt your whole body tremble when Bucky's first screams could be heard. You bowed your head, closing your eyes. Wanda stood next to you, and reached your hand over the railing and intertwined your fingers together, trying to calm you. It didn't help much when the sounds continued, but it was better than being alone.

And then the screaming stopped. You let out a sigh. You gave Wanda's hand one last squeeze before letting go, turning toward the wagon door.

You didn't look at Bucky, the sight of Stark covered in blood made you too queasy. Tony wiped some of the blood from his face and arms with a towel before ducking toward Steve.

Steve grumbled at getting stitches, but it was all much cleaner than with Bucky. And then in a few minutes, Tony was finished.

- I think you guys should get some rest now. - he says, but Steve lets out a hoarse laugh.

- Our stop is approaching. - Steve says with irony. He gets up with difficulty, refusing Pietro's help, and you roll your eyes at how proud he can be. He walks out of the wagon, looking around, and then heads toward the driver's cab. You follow him, frowning in concern.

- Steve, what are you doing? - you ask.

- Come, here. Help me stop the train. - He asks, ignoring your question. You look around, and are confused to realize that you are in the middle of nowhere, this track route you didn't know. But you approach and help him to stop the locomotive.

As the train comes to a stop, you watch the scenery intently.

- Are we still in New Hanover? - you ask and Steve laughs lightly.

- Of course we are. - He says. - We're not that far from Emerald Ranch. If you walk a little further you will notice that we have reached the edge of the tracks.

- Oh, we're close to the Roanoke Ridge area. - You say, finally locating yourself. Steve nods in agreement.

You walk back to the wagon where everyone was, and you realize that with the train at a stop, it is much easier to keep your balance.

Steve approaches Bucky, stroking his hair, but the man is asleep. He crouches down to carry him, but Pietro says that he and Stark can handle it. Steve tries to argue, but eventually gives in.

- Do you have any idea where we are going to camp? - Wanda asks Steve and he laughs, ruffling her hair.

- I wouldn't bring you to the middle of nowhere without tents or food, kids. - He jokes, but seeing the disbelieving looks on their faces, he pretends to be offended. - I am hurt by the lack of trust this gang has in me.

You roll your eyes with irony, and Wanda smiles at you.

When you get off the train, Steve leads the way, and it takes a few minutes before he speaks again.

- Bucky and I used to hunt bears in this region. - He said. - Before the gang, of course. When we were in the army.

Everyone was silent as they listened to Steve telling the story, maybe it was tiredness. You guessed that the only reason Pietro didn't interrupt with a joke was because he was busy trying to carry Bucky.

- There was an abandoned cottage around here. - he says. - In the war, anywhere would do for shelter, but finding a place like that was big luck. - Steve looks around for a moment, probably trying to remember the right direction. - It was simple, but extremely cozy. But after we formed the gang, and you kids came, there was nothing left to keep us down south. So we traveled to New Austin and this place was forgotten for good.

- You guys like to tell stories, don't you? - remarked Tony in a tone of debauchery, you startled slightly, having forgotten that he was present. Steve looked at him with disapproval, but didn't say anything.

You walked a little longer, silent except for the sound of Steve's whistling, and then he stopped walking.

- Finally! - complained Tony.

Steve pulled back a long pine leaf that blocked the view from the front, and then you could see the little brown cottage a few meters away from where you were standing.

It was covered with leaves, almost completely hidden among the forest. You wouldn't have seen it if you hadn't been looking directly at it. It was a simple construction, and small, with at most two or three rooms. You smiled as you noticed the lake surrounding the garden.

You walked toward the place, and Steve forced open the door, checking to see if the place really was empty. He entered the cottage, and returned a moment later smiling, and signaling for you to come in.

You were surprised to notice that there was furniture, all covered with white sheets. Steve really used to use this place. You noticed that it was larger than it looked from the outside. The room was well lit, and there was even a window in the ceiling. There were two bedrooms, which extended to the back, which is why you could not see them from the outside. The bathroom was shared between them.

- This place is amazing, Steve. - Pietro remarked as he put Bucky down on the bed in one of the bedrooms. - But I have to ask, nobody died here, right? I hate ghosts.

Steve laughed, denying it with his head.

- This will do for a few days. - He said as he looked around the cabin. - At least until Bucky is well enough to travel.

- How are we going to find the gang? - Wanda asked.

- Peggy knows about this place. - He replied. - When they find a new place, I'm sure she'll write to us.

- Do the letters even get here? - you asked ironically, making Steve laugh.

- Well, you're very funny today. Of course there is mail here.

You laugh and exchange a mischievous look with Wanda and Pietro.

- Now if you don't mind, why don't you try hunting our dinner? - Steve suggests, and you understand that he actually wants the three of you to leave, and you know exactly why. - I'll have a word with Mr. Stark.

- Doctor. - Tony corrects, but Steve ignores him.

You, Wanda and Pietro obey, walking out of the cabin. Now that you are safe, you let out a sigh of relief.

- Do you think he will stay with us? - asked Pietro as soon as you were outside.

You shrugged.

- I think Steve is going to ask him to stay. - Said Wanda, and you and Pietro looked at her curiously. - Stark saved Bucky's life.

- Stark thought it was us who set fire to the oil fields. - You said. - He must think that we are also the ones who killed his father.

- Damn, this is bad. - added Pietro. - If he thinks we killed his father, he will surely denounce us. And he's already seen our faces very clearly.

- We'll have to trust Steve. - You said, shrugging your shoulders. - We have to believe that he will be able to convince Tony of the truth.

Wanda and Pietro nodded in agreement, and you spent a moment in silence, before you told them that you should look for dinner.

- Let's have some fun then. - says Pietro as he reloads his own gun. - Whoever finds food first, or whoever brings the best hunt, wins.

- Sorry but what prize do you have to offer? - You mock.

- You know, greed is such a sad thing. - Pietro returns in the same tone, making you and Wanda laugh. - Besides the incalculable fun I'm offering, the winner gets to choose the prize.

- You're out of ideas, aren't you? - Wanda sneers, and Pietro shrugs, laughing in agreement.

- Do you accept the conditions? - He asks, pretending to be serious. You roll your eyes humorously, but agree, being accompanied by Wanda. Pietro jumps up and down with excitement. - Let the hunt begin!

He shouts and rushes forward. You and Wanda laugh before running off in opposite directions.

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ramon-balaguer · 4 years ago

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Fake Teaching

I used to hear the phrase “false prophet” and imagine a mean guy in a suit jacket, with intimidating eyebrows and maybe a snake-like, forked tongue. False prophets or fake teachers were a big deal and worse than Leftist Liberal Fake News. Manipulators. These fools are Tricksters. Surely, they were obvious—right?

A fake or false teacher is not always an impostor with an evil agenda commanding the stage and presenting a false gospel—there are unfortunately plenty of people in the pulpit today preaching a message they believe to be accurate and from God. There are men out there who believe they are Saved and preach a method of Salvation that’s sadly not in the Bible; like Eternal Salvation or Once Saved Always Saved so they can continue sinning without consequence of ever losing their “Salvation,” or Water Baptism a requirement to be Saved, Speaking in tongues as only evidence of salvation and Holy Spirit filled, wives and children in Heaven now and or later, and the one where everyone will be given an opportunity to be Saved when Jesus returns and no one will go to Hell except Satan and his demons, and even they might end up in Hell after all.. Sad bunch of folks Jesus will quickly reject and they’ll ask why… And there are many teachers claiming to know the Word who don’t know it at all. They’re blind, leading the blind, and they’ll be held accountable for it in the end. “Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers, for you know that we who teach will be judged with greater strictness” (James 3:1).

With all the potential deception abounding, how can we know if we’ve been exposed to false teaching?

Here are five ways to know if you have been raised on false teaching:

1. Phrases you thought were Biblical, aren't. ~I saw an online quiz a few years ago that gave a list of statements, and the reader was supposed to determine if the phrase was Scripture or a common phrase. Quotes like “God helps those who help themselves” and “Cleanliness is next to godliness” and “God will never give you more than you can handle” were just some of the choices that people fell for as Scripture that are actually not in the Bible.I read somewhere that when US Treasury teaches their agents to recognize counterfeit money, they don’t have them study the fake bills—they study the real ones. When you’re familiar with the Truth, the Lies are easier to recognize by default. Christians would do well to enforce this same habit. Through the Holy Spirit study the Word of God and know The Word (Jesus), so when someone makes an inaccurate claim, you can immediately know the truth.“I have stored up your word in my heart, that I might not sin against You.” (Psalm 119:11)“

This Book of the Law shall not depart from your mouth, but you shall meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do according to all that is written in it. For then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success.” (Joshua 1:8)

2. You put more trust in experiences than in the Word of God. ~This is a particularly sticky area, because different denominations tend to place more emphasis on charismatic elements than others, but that doesn’t automatically mean they don’t Believe in the inerrancy and authority of the Word and should be discarded. Be careful what you condemn and write off, just as you should be careful what you take in and believe. Experiencing God is a crucial element of our faith journey. There’s a connection and a relationship we have with God that assures our hearts of our salvation.“

The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with Him in order that we may also be glorified with Him.” (Romans 8:16-17)

Our walk with God isn’t information only. After all, the Word says that even the demons believe and tremble (James 2:19). They have head knowledge, and head knowledge clearly doesn’t Save one’s soul. We experience God every time we read His Word, every time we pray. And sometimes, God does miracles in our hearts and in the lives of others. Some of these miracles are tangible, some are internal. The act of Salvation itself in every depraved sinner’s heart is a miracle! We experience God!

However, when we start to trust someone’s experience over what the Word says, we get in trouble quick. If a pastor or teacher claims to have heard from the Lord, especially about you and your future, be careful what you believe. Test it. And if that pastor or teacher claims the Lord told them something that is contrary to the Bible, you can be certain it is false.

“Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, for many false prophets have gone out into the world. By this you know the Spirit of God: every spirit that confesses that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is from God, and every spirit that does not confess Jesus is not from God. This is the spirit of the antichrist, which you heard was coming and now is in the world already.” (1 John 4:1-3)

3. You don’t question anything. ~ In some denomination, this was a sign of a “good girl or boy” Good boys didn’t question the pastor or girls ask questions at all. They listened, took notes, and believed every word that was spoken from the pulpit as solid gold and infallible Truth. There was no need to go read the Bible and find out for yourself, because you were “a good boy and girl.”

One of the reasons I left the church I attended for several years as a (much younger) adult was because the pastor occasionally tried to present his opinion as scriptural. The topic in question was a controversial one among Believers, but instead of pointing that out and encouraging each Believer to seek the Lord in this area for themselves, he proclaimed his position and opinion as authoritatively Biblical. It broke my trust in his interpretation and exposition of the Word and ended up an atheist for most of my young adult life that eventually dibbled and dabbled into mysticism, spiritualism, magic, Mormonism, Islam, etc… before giving my life back to Jesus Christ. We should certainly have a measure of trust for our pastor and leaders in the church, but it’s also good and right to check their words against the Word of God. A solid pastor would encourage you to do so, and to correct him when in err.

4. Your church is too concerned with numbers and budgets. ~ Unlike military chapels, churches require income to keep the lights on and provides salaries for the staff and their families—there’s nothing wrong with that. But even in chapels, when budget meetings take priority over sharing the Gospel, and numbers in the pew take priority over disciplining souls, you can bet that's a Big red flag. Too many pastors today lead lavish lifestyles that place possessions and worldly gain over their flock.

1 Timothy lists the qualifications of an overseer, or a pastor, quite plainly:

"The saying is trustworthy: If anyone aspires to the office of overseer, he desires a noble task. Therefore an overseer must be above reproach, the husband of one wife, sober-minded, self-controlled, respectable, hospitable, able to teach not a drunkard, not violent but gentle, not quarrelsome, not a lover of money. He must manage his own household well, with all dignity keeping his children submissive, for if someone does not know how to manage his own household, how will he care for God's church? He must not be a recent convert, or he may become puffed up with conceit and fall into the condemnation of the devil." (1 Timothy 3:1-6)

This obviously does not mean that any pastor who lives in a nice house or drives a decent car is a false teacher. Far from it—the Bible allows enjoying the fruits of one’s labor. However, there is a discernible difference between the pastor whose heart is for giving, and the one whose heart is focused on his paycheck and wealth and notoriety building.

5. Your church tries really hard to "sell" the gospel. ~ When the emphasis on meeting quotas to provide financially is so high, it only serves to pressure the staff to create a “more appealing” gospel to bring people through the doors. Why do you think so many churches today rely on fog machines, light shows, Broadway-talented worship singers, and coffee bars to rival Starbucks? or an actual Starbucks in the church (talk about oxymoron). There’s nothing innately wrong with any of those things individually, but when the heart of the church is beating to the tune of a performance rather than having the Gospel speak for Itself, something is amiss.

When the church believes they have to pretty up, go "Hollywood" and “sell” Christ, rather than simply presenting the Word of God and making way for the Holy Spirit to do what only He can do, there’s something very wrong. Only God can Save. The role of a pastor is to exposit the Word of God, not imply that it isn’t sufficient.There are certainly more signs than just these on identifying false teachers and false gospels, but this is a start on learning to recognize the red flags of false doctrine. The more you stay in the Word of God, the easier it will be to see even the more subtle hints of false teachings that exist today.

Fake News is relatively new and harmless compared to fake or False prophets, pastors and teachers teaching False Doctrines and personal beliefs in the war between Good and Evil. #REBTD

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