Y/n's POV
It has been 2 years since I joined the avengers. I'm good friends with everyone on the team, except for one person. Wanda Maximoff. The team says not to stress it because she doesn't open up easily, but I still feel like I need to try to be her friend. To be there for her.
Steve told me everything the team knew about her and everything she's been through that they knew, and she's had a very traumatizing life. I've talked to her briefly before, not much though. She usually spent her time in her room. I haven't seen her for awhile. Until today. So today is the day I decided I am going to be as nice as I could to her.
I walked into the living room and sat next to her on the couch, looking at the television.
"Whatcha watching?" I asked.
She shrugged. "It says on the screen, can't you read?"
I tried not to frown as she got up and left you on the couch. Rude. I looked back at the tv, an old sitcom was playing.
A few hours later I saw her at the kitchen table, drawing a picture. I walked over and looked at it, it was a picture of a dog. It was actually really good, I never took her for the artistic type.
"That's really good!" I told her trying to be as supportive as I could.
She looked at me then walked away, again. Rude. I'm only trying to help, but she just has trouble opening up that's all... Right? For the past few nights I've woken up to the sound of her crying, since her room was across from mine. Every night I feel horrible, I wanna help but it isn't my place. She's hurting and I can't help. All I can do is sit and watch her slowly fall apart.
I went to my room to try and think of how I could help Wanda. I need to help her. It's been a few years since she lost her brother, Pietro. But obviously it still hurt. It's been a few years since you lost your family as well. Wanda didn't know this, but we are more similar than she thinks.
There's been a few times I caught Wanda trying to read my mind. The death of my family is the only thing she hasn't found in my memories. Because I block that memory out, it hurts to much to think about it. Convenient to her power to read ones mind, I can do that as well but I can also block others out. I don't try to block her out though, maybe it will gain her trust if I let her see my mind.
Third Person POV
It has been a few weeks since then, you have been trying to help still. Although it's been tough since you've been on a mission. You just got back, and to your surprise Wanda was waiting for you with the rest of the team. It made you happy to see that she some what cared about you.
Likewise, she doesn't show it and you don't know it but she very much appreciates your small check-in's with her. She liked that someone cared, that you cared. She just didn't want to show it.
You smiled at her, she smiled back. You tried your back to hold back the blush but the pink that stained your cheeks were there, and very noticeable. You saw her giggle to herself a bit when she noticed you were blushing. She was smiling, for the first time in a while. Even if it was because she was laughing at you, she was happy. That's all that mattered to you.
Y/n's POV
A few weeks have past since then and I have continued my small check-in's with her. I walked into the kitchen and saw her standing there, most likely contemplating what to eat for breakfast.
"Watcha up to?" I asked as I walked over and stood beside her.
"Why do you always try to talk to me?" She asked in a rather raspy voice.
"W-what do you mean-" I started.
She cut me off. "Why, do you always try to comfort me. To get me to talk to you. What do you want from me?" She hissed.
I could feel tears forming in my eyes but I refused to let them out.
"I just want to help.." I mumbled.
"Speak. Up." She grabbed my jaw a little harshly.
I took a deep breath. "You always look really down so I just wanna help."
"Help, you think you can help?" She scoffed, letting go of my jaw. "I don't care if your trying to help. You can't. You can't help me, so stop trying!" She yelled.
That pushed me over the bridge. My tears began to quickly flow out of my eyes and down my chin.
"Fine." I said before running off to my room, crying along the way.
I tumbled into my bed after slamming my bedroom door. I began sobbing in my pillow at the thought of the things Wanda said. I heard a knock on my door.
"Go away." I spoke.
"Y/n.. it's me.." Wanda said behind my door.
"Like I said, go away." I hissed.
She opened the door and walked over to me. I sat up and flared at her threw the tears in my eyes.
"What part of go away do you not under-" I started.
One minute I was mad, the next I felt the softest pair of lips crash down onto mine. My eyes widened then fluttered close as I grabbed her waist and pulled her in more. We pulled away, both gasping for air.
"So? Am I forgiven?" She smirked.
"I don't know.. maybe you should apologize again." I smirked before closing the gap between our faces.
