The Maid of little honor. (Marvel Fanfic)

Chapter 3

*WANDA'S POV*

I stood in the main room, arms folded over my chest and a look that could kill plastered across my face as the rest of the team walked in, the majority of them drunk. "Stark," I yelled, shooting daggers at him through my eyes. "Wanda!" he said, slurring his words slightly, "how are you feeling?". "I was great until I nearly hurt a girl that was in my room." I spat back. Turning to address the rest of the group I said, "Do you guys know that Tony here has a maid that he keeps like a savage animal in captivity in the basement? Or that she looks like she is wasting away and probably hasn't eaten in days? Or that her arms are covered in bruises and cuts? Or..." Nat grabs my arm, causing me to stop mid-sentence. "Breathe Wanda." She says, her tone firm but soothing in my ears. "Explain what's happened." I run through the story of how I came out of the lab to go to my room and I find the maid (Whose name I didn't catch) in my room. Not many members of the team knew we had a maid and those who did assumed she had her own house and would come on the days she worked, not live in the horrible conditions that she is. I teared up at the thought. How could Tony do that?! After I finished explaining what happened, the team looked expectantly at Tony, waiting for his response. He pinched the bridge of his nose and rolled his eyes. "What can I say. This place doesn't clean itself." He said with a slight smirk while looking me dead in the eye. At that I jumped up, hands and eyes glowing, filled with rage. Nat and Steve jumped up next to me and grabbed my arms, gently pulling me to sit down. I broke free and stormed to my room, slamming the door angrily.

*Y/N'S POV*

I only heard part of the commotion that was going on above me but I knew it was about me. I felt so stupid. How could I let Wanda see me! I heard Wanda yelling at Mr.Stark about how it wasn't fair. Then it all went quiet until there was a bang after someone slammed the door. It was either Mr.Stark or Wanda. Most likely Wanda. As the Avengers separated into their different rooms to cool down, I heard footsteps make their way to the door at the top of the stairs. This was it. The beginning of the end. I knew that this was coming. It was inevitable. As I stared at the door handle in anticipation, the footsteps stopped. Did Mr.Stark walk away? Just as that question came to my head, the door handle turned and Mr.Stark slipped in holding what looked like a long stick. This couldn't be good. I sat up quickly and scurried over to the corner. There wasn't much point, it's not like he couldn't see me. He turned to face me, the light falling eerily over his face that was painted with a look of pure anger. "HOW DARE YOU!" He screamed, only about a meter away. He took a step closer and yelled for me to stand up. I hesitated which was apparently the wrong thing to do as I got a slap in the face. I winced in pain. "I said get up!" he bellowed, inches from my face. I stumbled to my feet, clutching my cheek in my hand. "You stupid bitch" he said as he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the stairs. "Do you know how much trouble you have caused me?! Hm?" he asked as he threw me on the stairs, tying my hands to the banisters on either side. "P...p..please Mr.Stark Sir, I....I...I didn't know." I whimpered, tears streaming down my face.

My pleas for him to stop clearly affected him in no way whatsoever as he still hit, kicked, punched, grabbed, and slapped me all over, till all my body hurt and I was bleeding in more places than I could count. Just when I thought it was over, Stark grabbed the stick and shoved it to my side, causing a shock wave to shoot through my abdomen. This was not an ordinary stick, this was a cattle prod. It killed and I wanted to scream so badly but I knew letting out even so much as a whimper would make the punishment worse so instead I closed my eyes a prayed it was over. When Stark had finally had his fill on punishing me, he untied me and threw me back on the blankets as he walked out, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room, pain taking over my entire body. The next thing I know, everything was black.

*WANDA'S POV*

After storming to my room, I gathered my thoughts and decided that I needed to find the girl, whether Stark wanted me to or not. I walked through the compound, opening all the doors to see if I could find one that looked like it lead to a basement of some sort. I searched for what felt like hours. There were so many rooms that I had never been in. It was weird. If someone had asked me yesterday I would have said I knew the compound like the back of my hand but now I'm not too sure. It makes me wonder what else is being kept from us by Stark.

I continued looking through all the doors and was disappointed when I didn't find the stairs to the basement. As I was walking around I suddenly heard a muffled voice, it was Stark's voice. He was yelling. That didn't sound good. I ran down the corridor and followed the sound of his voice. I prayed that the girl was ok. I couldn't hear any screaming from pain so that was always a good sign. I ran around the whole building and couldn't find anything. The only place I hadn't been was in everyone's rooms. I assumed it wasn't in there but the only place I can now think of is Tony's room. I ran towards it, slowing down as I got nearer to the door. I paused, what if he comes out and sees me snooping? What's he gonna do to me? There's not much he can do? I'm stronger than him, he knows that. Still, it felt wrong. I decided to wait. I had an idea of where the girl was so I could keep an eye out while keeping a low profile.

I waited in my room until I heard a door go and footsteps make their way down the corridor. After I was certain they were gone I looked towards starks door, it was time. I had to help her. I thought of her beautiful face and the pain I'd seen in her eyes and memories. An overwhelming sense of pity flowed through me. I had to do this.