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writing-house-of-m · 11 months

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: 1895

Summary: When you and Wanda go through some old things at her family house, you recognise someone in an old photograph they have

A/N: Just a little idea I thought would be cute. I wrote this pretty quickly and didn't really edit it properly so I hope it makes sense lol Thank you @ageofevermore and @cuinaminute229 for helping my indecisive ass on the header. Any feedback or comments would be much appreciated, so let me know what you think!

There is a soft golden glow shining through the windows as the sun was beginning to say goodbye to the day.

Taking a break from packing wasn't supposed to be long but the small group of you have been too distracted to notice the time passing.

You came across the Maximoff family's old photographs that have been in storage. You couldn't help but flip through a photo album when you noticed they were of Oleg and Iryna's wedding day.

It has been an hour since then, your future in-laws telling you about the relatives who have shown up as you go through different stacks of photos, some they have always been close with, some have now passed and others who are best to avoid. It was a well needed heads up for when you will have to meet them on your wedding day with Wanda.

There are so many photos and recounts of the memories that go along with them; birthdays, anniversaries, family gatherings and all the moments in between.

"What happened to Pietro's hair!" You exclaim, noticing a gold fading (badly) into a red colour when you flicked to a new page in the current album you are going through.

Wanda looks at the picture laughing, explaining the memory, "He wanted to make his hair look like fire." Then she grimaces as her laugh dies out, scrunching her nose, "But he did it himself."

You both giggle at the messy result and the sour look on Pietro's face as Oleg squashes his cheeks together. You can tell he was forced to sit there while the photo was taken at his expense.

There was a reason you were initially going through old boxes from the attic of the Maximoff residence. You and Wanda have officially moved in together and having unpacked all the essentials weeks ago you decided it was finally time to get her final round of things.

They would probably just end up in storage at your new house but at least Wanda would have all her things in one place. You had already done the same with your things last week.

You hear the front door unlock, open and close signifying Pietro's return.

After Pietro greets everyone, he notices, "Old photos?" He reaches down and picks up one of the albums, "Have you finished with getting the last of your things?"

You and Wanda look guilty and shake your heads because you still haven't completed what you were here to do.

"Get a move on, I've got things I need to go up there," Pietro chastises.

Before you get to say anything, your future mother-in-law gets there, "It's about time you thought about settling down, son."

"Ah mama, it will happen when it happens. You can't rush these things," Pietro says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I hope things are going well with Monica. She's such a lovely girl," she says, handing him a box to put behind him. He puts down the album he is holding and takes it from her hands. "Better than that last girl. Mantis, she called herself," Iryna cringes.

"Mama!" Pietro exclaims to stop this conversation.

You smile at the scene, you don't have any siblings so you have been treating Pietro as your own brother when you and Wanda got serious and you grew more comfortable with her family.

Now that Iryna was done it was your turn, "Hey Piet, have you ever thought about dyeing your hair?" You ask. Pietro squints his eyes at you because of the 'random' question, "Maybe, err, yellow and red?" You laugh along with his family.

"Ah! I thought I got rid of all of those!" He furrows his brows picking up a different album from before, "Where is it?"

"You will never know, 'hot head'," Wanda responds. Getting a round of laughter.

He gives Wanda a side eye before looking through the album he is holding. Eventually he takes a seat opposite you and Wanda on the floor.

Pietro thinks aloud as he flips through the book he is currently going through, "Hey, I remember this place. We weren't there for long though."

Iryna looks at the photo over Pietro's shoulder as he holds it up for her. She hums, agreeing, "We weren't there for long, two months I think?" She turns to Oleg so he can take a look. He walks closer and nods his head.

He chuckles under his breath remembering, "My job at the time relocated me to the wrong place, it was such a mess and a huge headache."

"I think I remember that, we were even enrolled at the local school for a little while," Wanda adds.

Pietro notices another photo, this time one of Wanda and another student from said school. He passes it to her, "Do you remember this?"

"Oh yeah!" Wanda takes the image from him, "We got along so well. I missed them for the longest time after we moved," she reminisces. "I don't remember their name. I don't think I ever got it, actually."

"Such a good friendship you didn't even get a name?" Pietro laughs.

You finally look away from the album in your lap that has had your attention. Furrowing your eyebrows because you recognise the child sitting beside Wanda in the image, "How do you have this?"

All four Maximoff's look at you at the same time.

You feel the silence until Wanda explains, "I completely forgot but seeing this photo I remember making one friend in my last few weeks there." She points at the two figures sitting with cheesy grins and arms wrapped around each other. "I can't believe I forgot about my time there."

You are quite literally gobsmacked listening to the story unfold.

Iryna chimes in, "Well, school had barely started before we moved again. It's not surprising you don't remember."

"I know the name of the kid," you reveal. The others look in disbelief and wonder as you sit there smirking.

"Really? How? Who is it?" They all ask questions at once.

"It's me," you say with a breathy laugh.

"What?!" Wanda looks closer at the picture and even her parents come over to get a better look.

"No way," Pietro gasps as they all hover over the photograph.

"I told you where I moved from when we first met, remember?" You ask Wanda, getting her attention again.

"I didn't know the name of the place, look how small we were," she replies, pointing at the image.

Wanda then joins her family who are all mumbling different similarities between you and the child in the photo. You listen to as much as you can, chuckling to yourself pulling out your phone.

Last week when you packed your final things from your parents home you too had found old albums there. With everything going on, moving houses and planning a wedding, it completely slipped your mind to show Wanda the old pictures you had taken snapshots of when you were younger.

Putting the phone next to the photograph everyone compares the two. Wanda is speechless as she looks at you in the same disbelief you felt when you first saw the picture, "I can't believe it."

"Neither can I!" You scoff out.

"This is so crazy!"

"I know!"

"Nothing can stop a great love," Oleg speaks, stopping you and Wanda with your back and forth while he casually walks away. But you and Wanda smile at each other blushing a little because of his comment.

"We became friends so fast," Wanda leans into you, looking at the photo.

"Yeah," you speak into her hair, kissing the top of her head. "And then you forgot about me," you finish cheekily.

Wanda pulls away and smacks your arm. Then takes on an earnest look, "But seriously, I was so sad to lose you, I finally made a friend and a really cool one at that," she trails off.

"We still found each other again though," you say.

"Yeah, we did," Wanda says with a soft smile.

You lean against each other to look at the photo for a little while longer. Looking at the happiness and innocence radiating from your younger selves.

Unbeknownst to you, Pietro snaps a photo on his phone of the two of you smiling down at the captured memory. In his mind this was him getting his wedding gift sorted.

When you have been through the stacks of pictures, you eventually go back to packing the last of Wanda's things. It is all taken to your new place and you are both exhausted.

You decide to leave unpacking it all until the next day and when you do, you come across the photo again.

"Your mom must have put this in here," you smile at Wanda.

She takes it from you and instead of putting it in storage she places it above the fireplace. You make a mental note to buy a frame for it.

At the end of the day you sit on the couch after another exhausting day.

"Fourteen years," you say randomly. Wanda looks at you quizzically so you clarify, "I worked it out, us meeting again after that photo was fourteen years."

"Wow," Wanda breathes out, sitting against you as you wrap an arm around her. "I guess we were always destined to be together."

Wanda looks up at you making you look down at her. You share a small kiss and when you separate you continue looking at the picture.

You talk about how fate has brought you here and how thankful you are for finding each other again even without either of you knowing who the other was.

"I guess our love transcends all boundaries."

Wanda smacks your chest lightly, "You dork"

"Yesterday, you said I was really cool! You can't take that back!"

"That was before the cheesy one-liner."

"Well, you better get used to it. It will get worse when we get married. Not to mention the jokes I'll come up with when we have kids," you smile.

Wanda looks up at you again so you meet her gaze, "Hmm, yeah, but I think you mean 'kid' as in singular," you smile at her correction of the future plans you have discussed, "and a dog, of course," she says innocently.

"No, no, no, I never agreed to getting a dog. I said we could get a cat," you correct.

"Don't worry I didn't forget about Tom," Wanda says nonchalantly.

"Tom?! We didn't agree to any names yet either!"

"Are you sure? So where did I get; Wilma, our daughter, and Spike, our dog, from?" Wanda asks, raising a brow.

"Probably the same place you forgot about the best friend you ever had," you say pushing Wanda, forcing her to lay on the sofa with you carefully placing yourself on top.

You press your lips to her soft ones and because you are both smiling too much you have to stop. Instead, you settle with kissing the tip of her nose.

"And here I thought we would be making these big decisions together. We still have a wedding to plan first, you know?" You muse.

"Yeah, I know. But I can't help myself thinking of our life together," Wanda says, caressing your face.

Just as fate brought you together, it has a few more surprises for you as you continue your life together.

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lives-in-midgard · 6 months

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🎄Fluffcember 2023🎄

Masterlist

To celebrate the Christmas season I wrote some prompts from this list made by the lovely @buckys-wintersoldier! 💖 Check her out as well and here you can find her Fluffcember Masterlist.

The header and the template with the prompts is made by @buckys-wintersoldier and the divider is made by @saradika

If you would like to check out my other stories I've written so far, you can find them on my Masterlist.

Let's enjoy the Christmas season with our favorite Marvel characters. Let's decorate a Christmas tree with them, or go ice skating, shopping for presents or just enjoy some time at home with cuddles.

Day 1

Beautiful Miracle | Wanda Maximoff

Prompt: Bakery AU

When your car breaks down in a small village you luckily find a bakery to stay in.

Day 2

You're Perfect | Yelena Belova

Prompt: "You're perfect in my eyes."

Your best friend Yelena wants to celebrate the best Christmas season with you.

Day 6

Best Gift Ever | Bucky Barnes

Prompt: "Don't smile at me like this."

While you and Bucky are shopping for christmas presents you find some really cute baby clothes you have to show him.

Day 7

Afternoon Cuddles | Steve Rogers

Prompt: Cuddles, kisses, hot chocolate

Steve comes back home from a mission and you decide to spend the afternoon cuddling.

Day 10

Sweater Party | Chris Evans

Prompt: "Shut up and kiss me again."

You got invited to the ugly Christmas sweater party of your friend and co-star Chris Evans.

Day 11

Christmas market Date + Moodboard | Wanda Maximoff

Prompt: Christmas market

You and Wanda go to a Christmas market together.

Day 14

There for you | Yelena Belova

Prompt: Roommate AU

After a snowball fight you get sick and your roommate has to take care of you.

Day 18

A New Friend | Bucky Barnes

Prompt: "You're so cute you know that?"

After a walk in the snow Bucky doesn't come back alone. Instead he comes back with fluffy company.

Day 19

Christmas With The Maximoff Family

Wanda Maximoff including Billy and Tommy

Prompt: Family Time AU

After celebrating Easter and Halloween with Wanda and her kids it's time to celebrate the Christmas season.

Day 20

Christmas proposal | Steve Rogers

Prompt: "I can't imagine life without you."

Steve asks you a very special and life changing question on Christmas day.

Day 21

Perfect Christmas | Bucky Barnes

Prompt: "Wait you love me?" "I always have."

You can't allow that your best friend Bucky is alone on Christmas day, so you decide to surprise him and make it your mission that you two have a perfect Christmas together.

Day 24

Confession On Ice | Bucky Barnes

Prompt: "Okay, but I want to do that again. With you, only you."

Steve invited you to go ice skating with him, Peggy and Bucky at first you weren't sure if you should go but Bucky could change your mind. So, what will happen when you're ice skating with Bucky who is not only your best friend but also your secret crush?

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brw · 2 years

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[id; a banner of wanda maximoff from marvel comics surrounded by various avengers. they are all out of focus aside from wanda. she wears her classic costume & casts small wisps of magic with one hand, wearing a forlorn expression. in white font with a hard red shadow reads "comic scarlet witch week" with decorative white spirals. underneath in smaller, plainer text reads "aug 1st - aug 7th". artist is peter v nguyen. end id.]

Hello! I'm happy to announce I'm running #comicscarletwitchweek again, like last year from August 1st to August 7th. Unlike last year, the themes for every day are more loose, with very simple words for people to put any meaning they wish to. I will leave suggestions for what each day could represent, but these are only suggestions for anyone who might need a little inspiration or guide.

As always, this week is centered on Wanda's comic book appearances. MCU & MCU adjacent content is not what we're looking for & won't be reblogged. There is no expectation to participate in every day, this is merely a week to share your love for Wanda's comic book appearances!

Please tag your posts with #comicscarletwitchweek or #comicscarletwitchweek2023. You can also use my personal tracking tag #userbrieuc. If anything is missed, you can submit it or send an ask or a DM to let me know!

Like last year, all types of content are accepted, and you can make as many submissions as you like! What we don't accept is content depicting the MCU version of Wanda, & any content that is incestuous or pedophilic in nature. Content includes;

Fanfiction

Fanart

Graphics (edits, icons, headers etc)

Gifs

Playlists

Meta posts / headcanons

Cosplay

Fancams / AMVs

Anything else you can think of, this list is non conclusive!

Themes for each day under the cut.

Day 1, 1st of August, Tuesday - Solo

definition; done by one person alone; unaccompanied. You can take solo to refer to one of her solo comics, wherever that be her 4 issue limited from 1994, James Robinson's 2015 series, or Steve Orlando's upcoming series. You could also take it to refer to Wanda by herself, to reflect on who she is divorced from her other connections. Maybe you want to write about her delivering a sick guitar solo in a band au!

Day 2, 2nd of August, Wednesday - Identity

definition; the fact of being who or what a person or thing is. Wanda has many idenities accumilated over the year; sister, wife, mother, teacher, and many more. This day offers an opportunity to explore one or more of her identities in whatever way you want to or to focus on one particular aspect of her. Wherever you want to focus on Wanda's identity with motherhood, the way her identity with herself has changed & evolved over the years, or a headcanon for her being queer, all are welcomed & accepted!

Day 3, 3rd of August, Thursday - Fairytale

definition; a short story that belongs to the folklore genre. This could entail Wanda reading a bedtime story to her children, Wanda reimagined in a fairy-tale based alternate universe, expanding on the Wanda's depicted in the Marvel: Fairy Tales series, Wanda dealing with some fictional creature from folklore or something else.

Day 4, 4th of August, Friday - Teamwork

definition; the collaborative effort of a group to achieve a common goal or to complete a task. This could be interpreted as making something for Wanda & your preferred team with her, or Wanda teaming up with another character, etc.

Day 5, 5th of August, Saturday - Family

definition; a group of persons united by the ties of marriage, blood, or adoption. Wanda has grown an expansive family over the years, thanks in part to many retcons. Here, you can focus on her relationship with her brother, or the family she finds in the Avengers, or the family she & Vision build in Vision & the Scarlet Witch, or her various revolving door of parents.

Day 6, 6th of August, Sunday - Power

definition; ability to do or act; capability of doing or accomplishing something. This could apply to Wanda's physical powers & how those have changed over the years, her status as a Nexus Being, or the ways in which characters like Chthon have attempted to rob Wanda of her power & how she's grown for that, or an idea for an interesting application of her powers.

Day 7, 7th of August, Monday - Free Day

Do anything you want! Expand on a day, do something AU based, do a roleswap, just use it to do something general / nonthemed, anything goes!

Please remember these are only suggestions, & do not have to be followed at all! You can make these themes as limiting or as broad as you want.

#comicscarletwitchweek #comicscarletwitchweek2023 #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #wanda django maximoff #616 scarlet witch #comicedit #marvel #comics #thank u to people who helped me choose themes & gave me feedback last year!#please rb if you may consider participating or have followers who may consider participating!!!

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natsarrownecklacx · 1 year

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Do you write about the maximoff twins? If so, would you mind writing a fic where the reader is the twins' younger sister and ends up getting seriously injured on a mission or fight, and they get all worried and take care of their little sister? I fucking love your writing and i hope you're having a good day!!

To Feel is to be Blessed and Cursed | w.m & p.m fluff angst fic

Summary: Wanda and Pietro take care of their little sister after she is hurt on an Avengers’ mission.

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Being the youngest in any family came with a certain rule book that appeared to be just how life was laid out, but for Y/N, those rules were stricter and there was a lot more of them. The typical youngest would be subject to protectiveness from their older siblings. However, in Y/N’s case, the level of that protectiveness was upped a lot.

Did her probably having the most difficult time when she and her siblings were experimented on with the Mind Stone? Yes. Due to the fact that she was a couple years younger, she was more emotional than her older sister and her older brother, and the Mind Stone was drawn to her all-over-the-place emotions, granting her emotional, or empath, powers from it.

It only magnified when she joined the superhero team known as the Avengers along with Wanda and Pietro.

. . .

“Wait, wait, wait, say that again?” Pietro asked, addressing the team’s leader, Steve, who had just been briefing the team on their upcoming mission. He stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, but couldn’t help a smile leak through his serious exterior at the younger man’s words.

Y/N’s ecstatic grin fell into a frown faster than you could snap. She looked to Wanda for help, but the woman was merely nodding along with her approval regarding her twin’s question.

“As I stated,” the captain began, drawing in a breath before continuing. “It is likely that the person we’re after had a miscommunication with the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who fought him, so when we reach the base he’s hiding out in, we’ll send Y/N in to use her powers to help calm the man down. Then, we’ll engage and hold a peaceful discussion with him and Fury.”

Pietro sat forward in his seat, still not convinced. “Are you sure about this?” He asked and then reeled in his tone at the raised brow look Steve sent him. In a calmer voice he spoke, “You said that the person is an ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agent himself, isn’t that dangerous?”

Steve paused, probably to collect his thoughts as to how best to answer this, but Y/N jumped into the opportunity that the silence offered her.

“I can handle much more than one S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Pietro!” She cried, offended that her brother seemed to think so little of her.

Pietro turned to her, and his determined expression softened up. “I know that, darling. I just worry . . . with him being able to hold his own against and evade multiple S.H.I.E.L.D. agents?”

“Which is why we think that, with him being a former agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., that this is leaning towards a miscommunication of some sort. Besides, should anything go wrong, all of us will be close by to help,” Steve cut in.

Pietro thought for a moment and then nodded, leaning back against his seat. He was satisfied with this and, with Wanda’s nod, it looked like she was contempt with it, too.

. . .

“Okay, Y/N, he’s on the third floor, two rooms to the right,” is what Y/N heard through slight static via her earpiece. As she climbed the stairs she nodded, but then remembered that they couldn’t see her.

“Copy,” she replied, and couldn’t help the rush of giddiness that went through her. She had always wanted to use that “official” language such as “copy” and “over and out”.

“And don’t hesitate to contact us if something goes wrong!” Wanda jumped in, her worry just gushing through the crack in her voice.

Y/N smiled, reaching the first floor. “I know, Wan,” she said with a small giggle.

Soon, she reached the third floor and carefully entered the second room on the right, not wanting to startle the man. “Nice view, isn’t it?” She commented gently.

The man, who had his back to her as he stood in front of a widow, instantly whipped around. His eyes narrowed when he saw Y/N. “Who are you?” He demanded.

Y/N wasn’t phased. She just recalled her training. “I’m an Avenger, sir,” she answered.

The man just held her gaze fiercely. “Are you lot here to fight me like those blasted agents?” He asked, slight aggression edging into his voice.

Y/N shook her head. She could use her powers but decided to hold off on them for the moment. “I just wanted to talk, actually — about what happened,” she said.

The man didn’t look convinced. “What’s there to talk about?” He countered, eyes darting around the room.

Y/N shifted her weight from foot to foot. “Seeing as you used to be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., I figured that there was some misunderstanding. Maybe you could help with that?”

The man raised his eyebrows. “Used to?” He questioned.

Y/N thought for a moment and then nodded. “When you entered the headquarters, why didn’t you announce yourself through identification?” She asked.

“Cause I had just returned from a mission!” He spat, growing frustrated from the current events.

That’s when it dawned on Y/N — he had been on a mission so he was unaware of everything that had happened.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to figure out how best to word this. “Sir, while you were on your mission, S.H.I.E.L.D. . . . Fell,” she simply said.

There was a brief moment of quietness before the agent scoffed. “What? Why did no one tell me?”

“No one could, at the moment. It was all happening very fast,” Y/N said, speaking with compassion, but this only frustrated the man even more.

He frowned, glaring at her. “So no one could pull me out of the dangerous mission I was on? I risked my life for . . . Well, for nothing, now! If S.H.I.E.L.D. really did fall!” He exclaimed.

“Sir, please calm down. Take a deep breath,” Y/N said and then began to model one herself.

“Bullshit!” The man yelled. “Why didn’t toi Avengers come get me, huh? Why did you all leave me clueless and to just be attacked?!”

Y/N’s eyes widened. The look on the man’s face was vicious, like that of someone ready to pounce on its prey. She could tell that they were past the hope of talking through this.

“What are you doing?!” The man yelled when she went to reach up to her earpiece.

Y/N stopped. She didn’t answer, but she did take a couple step backs. In such a quiet room and building, he was loud. Her hands began to glow blue as she started using her powers in an attempt to calm the man. However he caught onto this.

His own hands started glowing, but this time it was a vibrant red. Y/N gasped, physically startled by the revelation of his powers. He quickly took her distraction as an advantage and sent her blasting back through the air.

Y/N landed with a thud against the ground, hitting her head and rolling onto her back. She struggled to sit up.

“I’ll attack you before you attack me!” He yelled and, with Y/N’s head pounding, it sounded like a scream.

“I wasn’t—” she tried to stay, but he was cut off when he blasted her again, this time in the stomach.

Y/N did her best to fight back as the altercation continued, but already being at a disadvantage and being injured proved a challenge.

. . .

“Hey Y/N, can we get a status report?” Steve said into his comms, as he and the team sat in the Quinjet. Wanda, Pietro, and Natasha were sitting with Steve while the rest amused themselves in the background (Clint had convinced Bruce to play ping pong after Natasha had refused).

After a couple moments of silence, Wanda and Pietro’s eyes lit up with worry, but Steve paid them no mind, refusing to think the worst yet. “Y/N, do you copy?” He asked again, in a louder tone this time.

When nearly a minute had passed, Pietro abruptly stood up. “Something’s wrong. We’ve gotta go in,” he declared and offered Wanda his hand.

Wanda hesitated, glancing at Steve and Natasha. She did want to go see her little sister, but didn’t want to go against captain’s orders.

Steve’s face had softened and he said, calmly, “We’ll meet you there.”

That was all Wanda needed to hear and she took Pietro’s hand. In a second, they were gone, the bleached blond having super sped them away. Steve rose from his chair, Natasha following, and they alerted the team to get ready.

Within seconds, Pietro and Wanda arrived upstairs. Pietro, who was far more used to super-speeding than his twin, acted first upon the scene laid out in front of them. He super-sped the man, who had been standing over Y/N’s unconscious form, and pinned him to the wall, barking out demands as to what he’d done.

Wanda carefully knelt in front of her sister, not wanting to cause her any further harm. She lightly tapped Y/N’s cheek but, when she did not wake up, went to shake her shoulder. That, too, did not work and, instead of letting her huff of frustration get the best of her, looked over Y/N for any injuries. To her dismay, there were a lot.

“Quicksilver!”

Wanda was distracted by the authoritative voice and looked up, only to see Steve and the rest of the Avengers at the doorway. Their hair was all blown back, hinting that Tony had flew them there, which explained their speediness.

Pietro looked back, his face beat red and eyes wide. “He won’t talk!” The man yelled angrily.

Natasha bit her lip to stop herself from giving a sarcastic response — because of course the villain wouldn’t admit to his wrongdoings. However, she lent him her sympathy, because he really was just a concerned big brother. Instead, she walked over and punched the guy in the face, rendering him unconscious. “We can interrogate him at the tower,” she noted.

Pietro blinked. With him handled, he let his grip on the guy go and he dropped to the floor. Pietro paid him no mind and joined Wanda, looking over their younger sister. Her head was bruised and bleeding, as was her hip, and she had multiple long cuts and scrapes all over her body. What really alarmed the superheroes were the hand marks on her skin, suggesting that the man had grabbed, yanked, or even hit her.

“I’m going to do a quick medical examination here while the rest get the guy to the Quinjet,” Bruce’s calm voice floated like music notes into Wanda and Pietro’s ears and they noticed that he was kneeling next to them with a first aid kit in his hand for the first time.

They nodded and stepped back, letting him work, but keeping a close eye. Bruce first stated by putting pressure on Y/N’s head and hip for the bleeding which Pietro jumped at to help. He then cleaned the cuts and scrapes on her arms and legs and Wanda helped him bandage. With the three of them playing doctor, they finished quite quickly. Now, though, they had to get Y/N to the Quinjet.

They decided that Pietro would super-speed himself and Bruce back to the Quinjet and Wanda would carry Y/N and fly there.

Once Pietro and Bruce left, Wanda carefully gathered Y/N into her arms, as if she were handling glass. The fear of accidentally hurting her bubbled up in her stomach and she had to gulp it back as she rose to her feet. Then, taking a breath, the woman lifted off into the air and tightened her grip on her sister as she carried her out of the building and over the land.

Once she landed at the Quinjet, Bruce led her into the makeshift medical room they had where Pietro had already been pacing and waiting. She laid Y/N on the table and, after she was content that Y/N was comfortable, had to practically drag her brother out of the room to allow Bruce to do his work.

Outside, they felt the Quinjet taking off into the air, at a careful yet good tempo-ed pace. They exchanged minimal words, really okay asking if the other was alright, as they were too focused on Y/N’s well-being. At any other time, they would voice their concerns and get comfort from the other, but this was Y/N’s safety. Their thoughts were already consuming them so it felt like that too much to have to speak about it.

After what felt like eons but really only spanned until they were 3/4ths of the way home, Bruce emerged with a smile on his face. Pietro and Wanda instantly stilled. “She is expected to make a full recovery,” he announced, sending a wave of relief over the Maximoffs. “But she will need some looking after by the two of you.”

Wanda and Pietro nodded. “What should we do?” Wanda asked, already running through a list of things in her head — Pietro doing the same.

“Make sure she doesn’t move around too much, help her change her bandages, help her walk because of her hip, oversee her condition, that kinda stuff,” Bruce answered.

“Can we see her?” Pietro asked, almost bouncing on the tips of his toes.

“Yes, but I did give her some medicine that makes her a bit, ah, loopy,” Bruce warned. Pietro and Wanda shared a look before they followed the doctor into the medical room.

Y/N was laying on the table and, when she saw her older siblings, grinned and went to sit up, but was stopped when Pietro gently pushed her back.

“Hey! What are you doing, old man?” Y/N cried, scrunching up her nose.

Wanda concealed her snort while Pietro furrowed his eyebrows, half-confused, half-amused. “What?” He asked, glancing at Wanda.

“You have grey hair which means you’re old,” Y/N claimed as if it were obvious, pointing to his hair.

Pietro’s jaw dropped slightly as Wanda’s laughter became more apparent. “If I’m old, is Wanda old, too? After-all, we’re twins,” he wondered.

Y/N looked over at her sister and tapped her chin with her pointer finger as she thought, making the twins smile. “Nope, ‘cause she doesn’t have grey hair,” she decided.

“Is her logic that your old ness factor depends on your hair color?” Wanda asked Pietro quietly, but Y/N jumped in.

“Yes!” She claimed enthusiastically.

This continued on until, when they were nearly there, Y/N fell asleep. Wanda and Pietro patiently listened to the confusing — yet endearing — nonsense their sister came up with and, when they landed, Pietro carried her to her room in the Avengers tower, Wanda by his side.

About an hour later, Y/N woke up.

“Hello, sleepyhead,” Wanda greeted with a smile, brushing some of Y/N’s hair away from her face.

Y/N looked at Wanda and Pietro and then glanced around at her room, the memories of the mission and the Quinjet coming back. Her gaze settled on Pietro. “Sorry for saying that you were old,” she apologized jokingly, making her siblings smile and laugh.

After a couple moments of silence and Y/N falling deeper into her thinking, she piped up again. “Piet? I’m sorry.”

Pietro shared a confused look with Wanda. “Whatever for?” He asked, his tone unusually soft.

Y/N picked at the hem of her blanket. “I shouldn’t of gone on the mission. You were right — it was too dangerous,” she explained meekly.

Pietro lent forward from where he was sitting at the end of Y/N’s bed. “Hey, hey, there’s nothing to apologize for! I’m not blaming you whatsoever. It was the stupid guy’s fault, right, Wanda?” He said, and Wanda nodded with the hum of a “mm-hm” to back him up.

Y/N looked a bit uncertain but then sat forward as she remembered something. “I’ve got to the mission debriefing!” She exclaimed and went to stand up but was stopped when Wanda gently pulled her down.

“Oh, no, love, you’ve gotta rest,” she pointed out.

Y/N turned to her with a big and unhappy pout.

“If you rest, we’ll watch your favorite movie with you!” Pietro said.

And like that, Y/N’s mood instantly switched. Her pout turned into a smile and she squealed, “The Princess Bride!”

Sure enough, minutes later, the room was filled with the sounds of the classic movie.

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The Ghost of Me

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader(past), Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Word count: 10k+ (may have got away from me)

Warnings: 18+, Mentions of suicide attempt, implies death, Drug Addiction, Mentions Rape, Depression, Self-harm, PTSD (if you think I need other warnings please let me know)

Summary: Natasha had found Y/N on the brink of death, rallying to try and save her life. How does she cope with the loss and what does the future have in store for the ex-assassin as she lives with the phantom of her best-friend? Will the ramifications of Y/N’s thoughtless action push Natasha into the depths of despair?

A/N: So here’s part two to The Abyss Calls, I recommend giving that a read first if you haven’t yet. This could make sense as a stand-alone but some of the background details would be lost. This chapter was inspired by ‘Good 4 u’ by Olivia Rodrigo. This is just as heavy if not heavier in certain parts of the story. Please, please, please READ through the BOLD warnings and if ANY of the content is triggering to you, DO NOT READ, this is not the series for you. I do not want my writing to affect anyone negatively. If you are suffering from any of the issues mentioned in this story, reach out to relevant services, family, friends or just drop me a msg for a chitty chat. Please excuse any and all mistakes left behind. As always, hope you enjoy this twisted ride and I welcome feedback and appreciate reblogs. Header credit: @its-just-may

Chapters I One I Two I Three I Four I Five I Epilogue

Arthur Conan Doyle’s saying goes ‘Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it’. Pity this quote failed to flash in Y/N’s mind as the pills tumbled down her throat and her head leaned on the bathtub, waiting for the end’s cold embrace.

Natasha’s feet crunched the fall leaves as she wandered through the procession of stones, focused on getting to her destination. She needed a moment alone with her, just a single moment to say her piece.

Her feet stop at the foot of the headstone, gently placing down a bouquet of sunflowers in front of it, her fingers tracing the engraving Y/L/N. She stands tall, rigid, and to any other mourner she would simply look like a woman saying goodbye to a loved one with grace, yet her mask was forced on to hold back the waves of rage within her.

Her green eyes billowed with fury as they traced over the name continuously, as if the motion would smooth the name from the stone like it was never there to begin with. Her jaw worked and clenched as she tried to fight the urge to grind her teeth together further. Every muscle in her body tensed and flexed, itching to destroy the headstone mocking her with sweet messages of beloved daughter and cherished friend, of being loved and missed.

“I will never forgive you for what you did” her voice low and laced with spite.

Her keen ears pick up the noise of footsteps crunching leaves in the distance, the rhythmic tread familiar. She takes deep breaths to will herself calm, he’ll need her steady and collected now, she’s had her moment.

“I had a truck load of sunflowers delivered here but the priest on the grounds wasn’t too happy about it taking up so much space” he jokes

Natasha turns to him, he looks haggard. His beard is lacking the straight edged trim, bags under his eyes getting darker by the day and a slight tremor in his hand, the same hand that gripped the pill bottle that day as Natasha threw it to him before rushing to Bruce.

You were like...no, you were his sister, his little sister. He took you under his wing when you had no-one and he brought you into the family of Avengers. Natasha knew standing here was as torturous for him as it was for her yet both held their ground, they loved you enough to respect your wishes. You wanted them both there, you said it as much once, only them. They comply.

“I’d want you and Tony there” you say, head laying on Natasha’s lap as you look up the blue sky “With sunflowers, you can’t forget the sunflowers, lots and lots of sunflowers”

This elicits a chuckle from the redhead as she thrums her fingers through your hair absentmindedly, looking up at the clouds.

“What about Wanda?” she asks

“Nah, just you and Tony” you reply dismissively

She looks down at you, her green eyes tracing your features, waiting for your explanation. When you don’t respond, she scratches at your scalp gently to draw your attention as she quirks her brow in question.

“Let’s face it Natty, if Wanda went, she would not take it well at all. She’d be angry and potentially very snotty, but she may also blast the headstone to bits”

Natasha smiles down at you, images of a very emotional Wanda being held back for destruction at a graveyard running through her mind. The Sokovian was a little emotional at times but her feelings had a tendency to run rampant when you were involved. “You’re probably right”

“Yeah...and besides it’s not a day for that” you say simply

“What’s it a day for then?” Natasha asks, poking you in the cheek with her free hand making you smile and warming her heart.

“It’s a day for sunflowers and goodbyes” you reply, Y/E/C meeting shining green.

You grab her cold hand poking you and lace your fingers with hers before resting your hands together on your chest, your heart beating steadily below. “You place your flowers, say your piece and go on your way” you whisper to her before once again turning your gaze to the blue sky.

“Does Wanda know?”

Tony’s voice pulls her back from the memory, a pang in her heart, your gentle smile still vivid in her mind. How carefree you were that day, how happy you were until she broke your heart and now you were nothing but a ghost.

“No, it’s not what Y/N would want” Natasha says plainly, her gaze turning back to the stone.

“So what?! Wanda just thinks Y/N disappeared? That she’s just gone off somewhere?!” Tony asks, his voice pitched and raised with disbelief.

“Wanda never asks about her so there’s nothing to say” Natasha replies levelly. Even with her eyes trained away, she can feel the waves of rage pulsing from him.

“She should know. She should know that it’s her fault. She should…” he clenches his fists angrily as his nostrils flare with seething rage.

Natasha turns her back to the grave, placing a calming hand on her friend. Before taking her leave, she waits patiently as his muscles relax under her touch and he rubs his chest instinctively, a tick he’s always had when overwhelmed. He nods his head, I’m fine and thanks all rolled into one little gesture.

She starts to walk away before a thought makes her pause. “You should say your piece Tony” she calls to him.

“No point. She already knew how I felt about her”

Natasha leaves Tony at the foot of the grave to have his moment, wordlessly spent or otherwise, he needed a moment.

Natasha picks up two burgers, cheesy fries and a salad on the way back to the compound. She’s not sure why, she knows she’ll be eating alone again but she buys it anyway, they were your favorite.

It’s a short jaunt back, Natasha never one to adhere to speed limits, before she’s traipsing through the compound to reach her apartment block but first she has to get past the communal room, the same room currently occupied by Steve and Sam.

The smell of food draws their attention from a movie they had put on, only to see said bag of food held protectively in the redhead’s arms. She glares at Sam, daring him to ask for some, he wilts under her gaze and refocuses on the movie. Steve’s blue eyes on the other hand never stray from their position, still staring pointedly at her, drowning in questions.

“How…” he begins before the sound of her voice cuts through the air.

“You know I’m right darling” Vision says to Wanda before they enter the room hand in hand. He falters when Wanda holds back. She’s caught in Natasha’s loaded stare.

“Um...H-hi Nat” Wanda fumbles “I didn’t see you at training this morning”

“I had somewhere to be” Natasha replies coolly, her mask of indifference firmly in place. Their once close friendship had shattered to less than what it was when Wanda had first joined the team.

“Oh...looks like a lot of food” Wanda says awkwardly, trying to fill the silence, an attempt at throwing a rope of friendship across the gorge between them.

“I’m hungry” Natasha replies. She watches as the rope is thrown over, only to regard it with contempt letting it fall into the dark depths separating them.

“Perhaps we could…” Vision tries before Natasha glowers at him, the sentence dying on his lips.

Tension is heavy in the room, the air suffocating with unsaid truths and repressed questions. Before the Widow’s mask cracks and a litany of accusations spill from her lips, she turns her heel to make her way to her room. She misses how Wanda’s hand twitches to reach out to her, how her mouth opens and closes when Vision’s hand holds firmer.

Natasha is finally faced with the door to her room, her sanctuary. Thoughts of the once serene space now gnaw at her, the silence an unwelcome demon shredding at her heart. She pushes it open to be welcomed to darkness, the air rank with staleness, the curtains drawn shut to shield the living space from light.

She places the bag of food on the coffee table before yanking the blinds open, some frustration from her interaction still dallying within. She pushes the window open, a gush of cool wind displaces some of the dead air sitting in the room and for a moment she breathes it in, relishing it as it fills her lungs.

When she was sated with the freshness, heaviness sinks into the pit of her stomach, her bedroom is probably just as rancid, she dreads the thought of it but she pushes forward anyway. Her light steps make no sound as she nears the room, the door still left ajar from this morning’s departure. She enters its confines, the space filled with murky darkness, not a thing changed from when she left.

Her eyes quickly adjust, her sheets bundled into a ball on her bed, she makes a note to change it at some point. She steps towards the bedside edge and settles down, hands braced either side of her as the mattress shifts under her weight. She sits there for a moment, matching the stillness of the dark room.

A shuffle of sheets before a soft, warm hand wraps around hers. She turns her head and sees your messy tuft of hair poking out from underneath the bedding. She runs her thumb over the ridges of your protruding knuckles, ‘you’re so thin now’ runs through her mind. She continues her ministrations, trying to coax you from your hiding place.

When you don’t shift to poke your head out or pull your hand from hers, she turns her body fully towards you, her hand still in yours. With her free hand, she slowly pulls the blanket down, your hand grips tighter, she stills her movements. When your grip loosens, Natasha tries again, you don’t squeeze this time. She pulls down the bedding enough to expose your eyes, she can’t see you clearly in the dark but she can see the twinkle in them, tears yet unshed.

“Hi” Natasha whispers softly to you.

“Hi” you rasp back, your voice unfamiliar to your ears.

It makes Natasha smile, you’re speaking to her today. She misses your voice, maybe today is different.

“Tony and I went to your mom’s grave. We left her the flowers” she says, keeping her voice faint and calm. “Tony tried to leave her a truck load but the priest had them removed” she hopes it’ll make you laugh or smile. She wants to see your smile again. You merely hum in acknowledgment, her heart twists but she hides it from you.

“Will you come eat with me today? I’ve got your favorite”

“Maybe” you reply tonelessly ‘No’ hovers in the air.

Natasha schools the pained look clawing its way onto her features, she doesn’t want you to hurt anymore, she won’t be another reason you're hurting. Her features soften instead, she wants you to see she understands, she wants you to know she’ll be patient, she hopes you trust she won’t leave.

She pulls her hand away from the bed sheet and runs her thumb against your brow soothingly, you close your eyes with her touch. She sees the glint of light reflect from a tear as it runs down across the bridge of your nose, she doesn’t wipe it away, she knows you don’t want her to see. Natasha rests her palm on your face and places a soft kiss on your temple. With a gentle squeeze of your hand, she takes her leave.

With her hand on the door Natasha tries one more time. “I’ll leave the food in the microwave for when you’re hungry, join me when you’re ready” you don’t reply this time.

She leaves her room and shuts the door with a gentle click. Natasha can hear your quiet sobs on the other side and her heartbreaks, she leans her back against the door as she slides down to the floor, her head resting on her bent knees. Niggling thoughts weigh on her mind heavily. Maybe it would have been better for you if she had let you go, maybe she was being selfish not to.

She shoves the ideas away forcefully as she pushes herself up from the floor with mimicked strength. She was NOT being selfish for saving her friend, for protecting someone she loves. She saved you from an impulsive mistake, she’ll keep saving you until you can save yourself. She’ll protect the memory of your smile and the melody of your laughter til the day you are strong enough and she can hear them once more.

She settles in the living room, a movie in the background, her food on her lap. She’s put your food in the microwave in hopes you might break free from the clutches of her bed but she knows better. She’s eating alone again today but that’s ok, you spoke to her, it’s an improvement on the silence that has plagued the bedroom for weeks.

You were getting better, better than you were months ago, after you first opened your eyes, after you first realized Natasha had saved your life.

You were sitting perched on Natasha’s window sill looking out at the grounds of the Avengers compound. The summer heat bears down, heat waves rise from the tarmac as sprinklers spray water on the grass surrounding the building. You bounce your knees continuously, hands playing with a clicky pen, your journal abandoned on the desk.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

You grind your teeth together, your eyes glazed over as your skin itches and boils. Natasha had locked the unbreakable window since your last departure in search of drugs. She had ordered FRIDAY not to unlock it for anyone but her. You feel trapped in her room, in your skin and in your mind. You need an out, she took it from you and now she won’t let you leave.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

Tony is no better, he’d frozen your accounts and withheld your assets citing it as a temporary precaution. Your body is buzzing, your breathing heavy and quick. You need to get out. Your mind flashes with images of auburn hair, hazel green, powdery white, copper red.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Snap.

Your eyes flicker to your hand, another pen broken. You gripped too tight, held on too long. It snapped. Your mind makes connections that aren’t there. The pen is Wanda, your grip is your heart. You choked her with your love. It was your fault she left.

You discard the pen in a corner to join the remnants of its brethren. Your nails are long now, unkempt. You scratch a healing wound on the top of your left hand. Your eyes gaze back out the window, mind fogged with need.