marvel one-shots // avengers x reader

What? Pt 3~ Natasha and Wanda

I woke up in a bed I didn't recognise. There was a sticky note stuck to my forehead which I had to squint to read.

Gone on 4 month mission with Buck
Sorry doll be back soon

Great. I buried my face into Steve's pillow which smelt of him. It was comforting, but it just reminded me of his absence. As the hours went past, I had less and less motivation to get out of bed and ended up falling asleep.

I woke up to a knock on the door, "come in," I called weakly. Wanda and Natasha walked in, and they didn't look happy. "What the hell happened y/n?!" Natasha practically shouted.

"I- I- I'm sorry- I didn't mean to hurt you Wanda baby," I tried to explain but Nat cut me off, "don't you dare call her baby. You lost the right to call her that the second you threw her on the floor!" she screamed. Wanda tried to tell her to stop but Nat refused to stop.

"You are nothing but a worthless little bitch who has absolutely no heart and cares about nobody! You're a coward and you didn't even come to bed last night, you just let us worry about you for hours," she continued.

"Natasha stop," Wanda piped up. "Let her explain herself," she continued. I began to explain to them what had happened, but they just stared at me, unimpressed at what I had to say.

"Show us your scars," Natasha demanded. "Nat, I'd rather not," I started. "See you are a fucking liar, you just wanted sympathy but you will not be gaining any from us," she shouted. She reached out her hand for Wanda to take and they both left my room without a second glance.

I had given up on crying, I just felt numb. I went to the room that was mine before I moved into Wanda's room with Natasha. I slid down the wall and put my head on my knees which I had brought up to my chest. Four months. I just had to hold on for four months.

I barely left my room after that day. At first, the team kept trying to check up on me, but eventually, most of them gave up. Everyone except Sam, he was close with Steve and Bucky and he felt as though it was his duty to care for Steve's little sister.

He'd always leave food at my door but I rarely ate anymore, sometimes he would just sit at my door and talk as I sat on the otherside, listening to what he had to say. He'd tell me about what he had done that day or about past missions.

My body began to shut down after not leaving my room or eating properly for months. I heard the quinjet landing and I knew Steve would be back. I started to walk towards my door when my legs gave out from underneath me and I hit my head on the corner of my dresser.

A/N: ahh sorry it's short but I want to make a part 4, I'll also be posting an alternative ending that's happy after I upload the next part because I feel bad about this :)