Marvel Imagines (Requests: ON HOLD)

Wanda Maximoff - First Kill

"Just one night is all I ask." You sighed in defeat, pinching the bridge of your nose. "One night where its just me and you without some mission in the way."

Wanda, who was on the other side of the room, gave you a look of annoyance. "And what about you working extra hours? Does that not have a relevance to the conversation?"

"At least I don't risk my life every week."

"At least I don't do it to avoid you."

You gave her a dark look. "And why would I do it to avoid you?"

"Because you are scared of me." She stated like it was obvious. "I have seen the way you flinch when I use my powers, the way you turn away."

"It's not you I'm scared of."

"No, just what I can do."

You stood up abruptly and closed your eyes to keep calm. "Look, I just want us to have one day where nothing comes up. One day where you don't need to save the world and I don't get called into work for an extra shift. I just want things back to how they used to be."

"Maybe we just need a break."

"You can't be serious."

When you looked up you saw that Wanda really was serious. She was clenching her fists and it seemed like she was about to cry.

Immediately regret washed over you as you reached out a hand. "Wanda, please."

She just shook her head and went over to the door. "I will see you later, (y/n)."

And she simply walked out.

You stood silently, watching the door and praying it would swing open and Wanda would walk back in. But she didn't. A single tear slipped down your cheek as you leant against the wall, slowly sliding down it and covering your face with your shaking hands.

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The quiet but unmistakable thud of shoes outside your apartment got your attention. Your head shot up and you rushed to the door, ready to apologise for getting so upset about something that could easily be sat down and talked about instead of causing a fuss.

The creak of the door sounded and just as you went to hug Wanda as she walked in, you froze because it wasn't her.

It was a guy dressed in all black with a gun in his hand pointed directly at you. You wondered how the hell he got up to your apartment floor without someone seeing the weapon but you didn't want to ask that when the thing was aimed at your face.

"Who are you?" Was what you asked instead.

The man didn't answer but casually slipped into the room and shut the door without looking away from your worried gaze. Finally, when he focused solely on you again, he pulled down a mask covering his mouth.

"(Y/n) (l/n)?" He questioned in a deep voice.

"M-Maybe." You stuttered.

"Come with me."

"Why?"

"I was paid not to ask questions."

"Why?" You didn't mean to ask that out loud but it just slipped out. You knew it angered the man when he muttered something and shot you a glare.

"Come with me now." You remained silent, trying to find a way out, but the man had had enough and lunged at you.

By some literal miracle, you dodged out the way and he stumbled forward a little bit. Seeing a chance, you grabbed his gun arm and got the weapon, throwing it to the side. Knowing it would have been better for you to use it, you cringed just as the man quickly regained balance and tackled you to the ground.

His hands were around your throat in seconds as he straddled your body and you grasped at his arms in more hopes that your nails were sharp enough to inflict pain. Unfortunately, they were not.

Seconds passed and as the area got blurry your head turned to the side, giving up. But you found a second miracle. The gun was just within reach.

Using all the strength that remained you tried to reach for the weapon. The man's hold tightened and you arched your body as the air escaped little by little.

You thought of Wanda then.

You didn't want your last talk to be a fight. You wanted it to be you telling her how much you loved her and how much she had changed your life for the better. She had to know that.

Your fingers found the synthetic material of the gun's grip and immediately you flung your arm up, whacking the attacker on the side of the head as hard as you possibly could. He fell to the side and you kicked him back, scrambling to the wall in a desperate attempt to get all your oxygen back.

"Stay back!" You shouted/croaked as the man tried to run at you yet again.

He did as you ordered and slowly raised his hands as he stood up. However, he was smiling cruelly.

"You won't pull the trigger." He taunted.

"T-Try me." Your words came out in a tremble, betraying the confidence you tried to answer with.

He just laughed. "Do it."

"(Y/n)!"

The man turned to the door, distracted, and you instictively pulled the trigger.

There was perhaps half a second in which you thought you missed entirely before blood began gushing through his lips and his head dropped. You realised you'd shot him in the mouth.

The gun fell from your shaking hands and you backed up into the wall, looking at the door where Wanda stood in shock, her hand over her own mouth. Tears fell from your eyes as it set in that you had murdered a human being.

You didn't want to.

You had never once wanted to hurt someone. Well, Maybe the bullies in high school but that was just a teen stage.

That man was really dead because of you.

What if he had siblings? What about his parents? What if he had children? They'd mourn his death and you'd be responsible.

"(Y/n), look at me, please."

You looked away from the body and saw Wanda was crouched in front of you, one hand holding your own and the other resting on your tear-stained cheek. Her eyes showed worry and concern as she tried to get a response from you.

"I killed him." Was all you could state. "He's dead."

Wanda looked at the body now oozing blood all over your carpet before she turned back to you. "You were protecting yourself, (y/n). He was trying to hurt you and you had no choice, yes?"

You nodded slowly. "He wanted me to go with him but I didn't want to. I was scared."

Without thinking, you flung your arms around Wanda's neck and buried your head in her chest as sobs racked your body. She embraced you and gently ran her fingers through your hair, knowing it calmed you down somewhat.

"It will be okay." She whispered in a soothing tone. "You are okay now."

When you finally looked up, your face shone with tears. "I'm sorry for starting a fight earlier."

Wanda smiled and brushed away the (h/c) strands that were stuck to your face. "You do not have to be sorry. I will never leave you."

A/N: It's my 18th birthday today (May 5th) and I have college 😭
I don't want to go but we have this role play assignment that's needed to pass and I'm dreading it because I have to do it in front of the entire class and my anxiety says 📈

So, yeah, pray for me plz