An Immortal and the Scarlet Witch (Wanda x reader)

Nine. Old frenemy - Part one

Bucky pov

"Shes what?" Tony says angrily, but i cant blame him. "We just rescued her from Hydra and now shes left?"

"She stayed to make sure Wanda was gonna make it" Nat says and we all know thats true. If Y/N even loves her half the much she loves you then thats reason enough to stay awhile.

"What are we gonna tell Wanda?" i just sit there quiet as their conversation starts. Listening closely for every word, not focusing on whos saying what,

"Shes a danger to others and herself"

"Damian Kaekha is still out there, looking for her"

"He thinks we have her, what if he comes here looking for her?"

"Wanda may not take it well, what if she loses herself again"

"We cant have her losing control" the conversation has gone from my sister to Wanda.

"Buck, you've been awfully quiet here, shes your sister" Steve interrupts my listening. You had told me not to tell anyone about the letter and not to go after you.

"We have to go looking for her" Bruce says and gets my attention.

"No" i snap and everyone looks at me and i realise what i did. "I mean she can take care of herself, thats what shes been doing for almost a century"

"Aren't you a bit worried?" Nat asks and she has a point.

"Of course i am, i just got her back" i start but i dont know how to get to a point where they wont fly after you. "But i also now that everything she does, she has a reason. I may not agree with it but if she thinks its the right thing to do then in not the one to say otherwise"

"I still think we at least should keep an eye out for her" Nat finish the conversation with a look my way. She can se right through me.

As i make my way out in the corridor back to my room someone drags me to the side.

"What is it your not telling us?" Nat asks, pushing me to the wall. I've learned that no secrets can go under her radar. But if theres someone how i can show it to i must be Nat. Shes Wanda's best friend, she will take care of her.

"Left pocket" without me really feeing her hand she has the letter in her hand. Shes quiet as she reads and seem to realize something with the words.

"Whats this suppose to mean?" i dont even know how to answer that, when i dont even know myself.

"I dont know, but her wish is for us to take care of Wanda, just do that" i say before i walk off to my room and leave the letter woth her. I know i didnt have to tell her to do that but now i can tell you that Wanda is going to be fine. As fine as she can at least.

y/n pov

I did the right thing, right? I'm walking up the stairs, to wherever life may take me. Did i really have to leave, yeah because Wanda almost got herself killed to save me. I didnt need the saving, i should have died there. I've decided to try and do something to get the attention of someone who can kill me, thats why i chose this building. It's to far for the avengers to get here but close enough that someone else will notice me.

"Wow, its been to long since i watched this kind of view" i mumble to myself as i stand on the edge of the roof. The beautiful sundown, the light of the streets where normal people do normal stuff.

"Your not going to jump are you?" I turn around to see a dark haired man, but it wasn't the hair or the non-earth clothing that caught my attention. It was the crystal clear blue eyes. They looked familiar but still so strange.

"Why would you care, its not like i would die" i answer sarcastically meeting his gaze.

"Well maybe I care for you y/n" i look at him in disbelief. How'd he know my name.

"Who are you?" I question but he seems to laugh at the question. A mechanic sound above my head takes my attention but i don't let the man of the hook

"Ouch, has it really been that long. Midgardians do have the worst memory" he answers and i just look deeper in his sea blue eyes. Then it clicks. 1953, the first time i saw him. Even if it was only for like a year, it was the time when I'd felt more free than ever before.

"Loki?" He does a dramatic bow and gives me his hand to step down from the roof edge. "I'd thought your hair was shorter" i say as i take his hand and i can hear him let out a small laugh.

"You did really never know how to keep your mouth shut did you? Maybe I should teach you again" my heart flutters at the thought, even though it doesn't beat it does flutter. But I was wrong, but maybe a distraction know is all i need.

"Maybe you should" i say before he drags me into his chest. His lips on mine. It feels wrong, but i don't push away but sink into it. His hands on my waist and my hands in his hair and on his neck. Every problem in the world seems to disappear in his embrace except for one. Wanda.

Flashback to may 1953 Sweden (Containing Swedish text)

"Tack, ha en trevlig dag(Thanks, have a nice day)" i say to the man in front of me as i close the door behind me. Such a nice lad John, taking a few minutes to help his neighbor taking the groceries up the stairs. Maybe i should pay him back somehow, maybe more then a kiss on the cheek. I had heard his heart skip a beat the first time i kissed his cheek. The hair on our arms rises at the feeling of someone moving in the apartment.

"Vem där?(who's there?)" you say out into the small apartment."Om du ska råna mig får du nog tänka om(if your going to rob me, you might wanna reconsider)"

"Mind translating that?" A male voice says from your couch, your hand finds the light switch and the man In front of you catches an eye. His blackened hair with weird clothing. But that's not what catches your eyes, his ocean blue eyes.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?" I ask and he frowns in pain as he intends to sit.

"I'm pretty sure that's not what you said" i dare not move any closer to him, i had to be close to the door in case he's one of them. " I thought this apartment was empty, since there was no name on the box"

"Well I live here s..." i stop yourself when i see the red blood coming from his chest as he stands up.

"Well then I'll leave you to it" he says as tries to walk away a bit and falls onto the floor. Before his head touches the floor, i catch him.