The Maid of little honor. (Marvel Fanfic)

Chapter 6

I followed Wanda down the corridors leading to her room. I wondered what would happen if I just ran away now. I know where the doors are. If I just ran away what would they do? After seeing the extent of Wanda's power in the lab I figured she would be able to stop me somehow. Maybe that's why she hadn't looked back, because she knew I was there and she knew that if I did try any funny business, it would be easy to stop me. It might also be because I was struggling to walk, let alone run. Wanda got to the door and stopped, staring at me further down the corridor. Realizing she left me behind and I was struggling, she quickly walked over to me and helped me into her room. I was tired and aching. Wanda sat me down on an armchair in the corner of her room. She walked over to her bed and perched on the end, facing me. She stared at me for what felt like an eternity in complete and utter silence. I felt uncomfortable and stared at the floor hugging my knees and bringing my feet onto the edge of the chair. It must have been at least 5 minutes before Wanda made her way over to me. She knelt down beside me and brought her hand up to cup my face. I flinched out of habit. I turned my head towards Wanda and looked her dead in the eye, my eyes teared up. She looked me in the eye and slowly brought her hand to cup my cheek, never breaking eye contact. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "Shhhh." She whispered back, "It's ok, it's not your fault." 

She lead me over to the bed, tears streaming down my face. I lay against her chest and listened to the sound of her heartbeat and her breath. Sleep took over me as my eyelids slowly closed, leading me to the most peaceful sleep I had since I first arrived at the tower. 

*WANDA'S POV*

I looked down at y/n's sleeping body on my chest. Her eyes were puffy from crying. I didn't realize how broken she actually was. Poor girl. I stroked her hair and realized she probably hadn't showered in weeks so that can go on the list for tomorrow as well as food. It only just hit me how horrible Tony had been to her. I thought back to the first time we met, the memories that I had accessed. They were all horrible, traumatic things and I couldn't help but wonder about her past, her parents, the man who I'm assuming was her brother or father that beat her black and blue. I so desperately wanted to ask her about it but I thought it would cause more damage than good. 

The rustling of the covers and the shift of weight on my chest snapped me out of my thoughts. I stroked the top of y/n's head and gently moved her so she was lay on the pillow. I pulled the covers over her and went to the bathroom to get changed.  I came out and stared at y/n's sleeping form. Should I sleep on the bed with her? I didn't want to wake her, she seemed so peaceful. I decided I would use a makeshift bed. I pulled out the armchair from the wall and reclined it and put out the footrest, throwing a spare blanket over myself. I wasn't really tired but I closed my eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep. 

I woke up to the sound of my alarm and the bright light shining through the gap in my blinds. I looked around for my phone and realized that it wasn't my alarm going off; it was y/n's. I looked over to her sleeping body, taking in the rise and fall of her chest. I got up from the chair and sleepily walked over to the sound of the alarm. I gently lifted up the duvet, trying not to disturb y/n while she sleeps. I found her phone, which I quickly realized was very old and turned off the alarm. It was 5:30 am! 5:30! why on earth was her alarm set so early? A rustle of the covers brought me out of my thoughts.

I looked over to see y/n waking up. I round the bed towards her, ready to comfort her should she be confused about where she is. She sat up and saw her phone in my hand. "My alarm," she said, her voice raspy, "I'm so sorry. I completely forgot and now I've woken you up at stupid o'clock in the morning for no reason I'm so sorry..." I cut her off saying, "Hey, hey, hey, it's ok, you're ok. I don't mind, I get up soon anyway," I lied. Her eyes started to fill up with tears. "Do you want a shower?" I asked, trying to change the subject. Her eyes lit up at the idea. I couldn't help but smile. "It's this way," I said, getting up and walking towards the bathroom.

While y/n was in the shower, I made the bed and tidied the armchair away. It was only 5:45 am so going to make breakfast felt weird. I sat on the bed on my phone and decided to scroll through Instagram while I waited.

*Y/n POV* 

I hopped into the shower and let the warm water run over my battered body. It stang as it went over my cuts and stitches. Every muscle in my body ached as I tried to move. I had been beaten by Stark before but it never felt as bad as this. I looked around the shower for shampoo of some sort and found an assortment of bottles sat on the ledge in the corner. I hoped Wanda wouldn't mind. I shampooed and conditioned my hair and then used the sponge and soap to wash my body. I felt like a new person until I looked down and saw the bruises and scars. I sighed and turned off the water, ringing out my hair. I looked around and realized I didn't have a towel. I didn't want to disturb Wanda. I'm not even sure if she was still there. I had to find out or I'd is stood here freezing cold for ages. "M... Miss Maximoff," I stammered, it came out louder than I thought. "Is everything ok y/n?" she replied, leaning against the outside of the door. "I... umm I don't have a towel," I said, feebly. I got no response until I saw the door handle move and Wanda's arm shoot through the gap holding a lovely, clean, navy blue towel. "Thank you, ma'am," I muttered shyly. I used the towel to gently dry myself, careful not to rip any of my stitches. I heard a knock at the door as Wanda said "I have some clean clothes for you." I covered myself up and slightly opened the door as Wanda gave me the clothes.

After I got dressed, I left the bathroom and stood in front of Wanda, not really sure what to do. She was sat on her bed on her phone. "You look nice," she said, I smile forming on her face. I blushed, "Thank you" I replied shyly. "Do you want to go and get some breakfast? I think I heard Nat and Steve leave their rooms and we could go and say hi?" Wanda asked. I noticed she didn't mention Stark. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to him and how I even ended up in the hospital, which turned out to be a lab in the tower. "Um yeah... yeah ok sounds good" I stammered. I followed Wanda out of the room and down towards the main area that had the bar, kitchen, and living room all kind of merged into one. It's where Stark had all his parties and where all the Avengers chilled out after missions and in their free time. I walked in, half-hidden behind Wanda. I was petrified that I would say something to upset someone or do something that's not classed as normal. Wanda sensed my fear and put her hand on the small of my back, leading me towards the kitchen counter. I don't think anyone noticed me, or if they did they didn't say anything, they were all too busy in their own conversations to notice. I hoped it stayed that way.