The Maid of little honor. (Marvel Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Wanda. Wanda was stood there, hands glowing red with little whisps flowing out, eyes glowing a deep red, focused on me. "m..m...Miss Maximoff I...I...I didn't know you were here I was just..." y/n stammered. "Who are you?" Wanda asked firmly with her Sokovian accent coming through strong. "I...I'm the maid here. M...Mr. Stark hired me. I...I...I was just cleaning your room. I didn't r... realize that you were here." I mumbled while shaking through pure fear. Realization rushed through me and panic and fear overtook me like a wave. Mr.Stark. Mr.Stark was going to know. He was going to find out and he was not going to be happy. I must have shown my fear in my eyes as Wanda's expression changed from one of anger to one of concern, though I was sure she didn't fully trust me.  "E...e...excuse me ma'am but I...I...I have to go." I stammered out, not really sure what I was going to do. She knows now. Stark is going to find out and I'm going to be beaten black and blue. End of story. God! He had one main rule! Don't get caught. Don't let anyone else see you. There were so many ways he put it but I couldn't stick to it. I don't even know why Wanda was stood there. She was supposed to be at the pub. I pushed the many questions aside and tried to duck past her, only for her to slam her hand in front of me against the door frame, making me flinch. "Not so fast," she says, her accent making it hard for me to understand. I look at her, desperation clearly showing in my eyes. I felt them tearing up. She reaches a hand to my shoulder and it all goes black.

Images of my past flow through my head. The Orphanage. Tyler. Stark. All memories that I buried deep and tried so hard to forget all rushed to the surface. All of it comes flooding back. I go to scream out but no noise leaves my mouth. I'm not even sure if I'm conscious or if I'm dreaming. Whatever it is I don't like it.

I open my eyes in shock, my legs giving way beside Wanda as she leans to catch me. I sit on the floor and look up at her, tears streaming down my face. I look into her now blue eyes that glisten with a hint of sadness and pity. I stare at a tear that's bordering on falling down her rosy cheek. She quickly looks away, almost ashamed. "I...I'm sorry." She mutters, still turned away from me. She must have been in my head, accessing my memories. I never expected it to feel like that. "It's okay," I said, hopefully, more confidently than I feel as I stood up, using the door frame to support me. I walk back towards my trolly of cleaning supplies and turn to leave, tears still rolling down my face. "M...May I leave ma'am?" I stammer through my stifled crying. Wanda doesn't say anything, she just steps to the side and allows me to pass. I continue down the hall and finish all the other rooms.

After about 3 hours, I had done everyone's room apart from my own, which I'm not required to do but I do it anyway as a reward to myself for finishing all my jobs. The trolly clatters down the stairs and I nearly trip over my blanket. There's not much to clean so it only takes a maximum of 15 minutes. After I finished my room I put away my cleaning supplies and lay down to read Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. As I'm partway through it I hear JARVIS announce that the cars have come back, meaning The Avengers (minus Wanda) are back. Crap! Stark is going to kill me!