Red Humanity - [Wanda x F Reader]

Unlikely Intruders

Minutes turned into hours as the two helplessly made themselves at home in the bright white room, which seemed at first glance to be a staff room, but Y/N was too on edge to think about it further. In the first hour, Darcy was able to direct her best friend to different cabinets to gather supplies to mend her wound. Y/N followed her instructions, she was so knowledgeable, why? Y/N didn't know Darcy's past, she kept it quiet, but she now assumed she must have been a nurse, or a doctor.

Darcy managed to wrap her thigh tight enough to stop the bleeding and had patched herself up like a fallen apart teddy.

By the second hour the two rested, one at a time. Whilst one slept, the other held their weapon with a steady hand, pointed to the door. Time seemed to go so slow, they watched the clock like a hawk.

3...

4...

5...

By the 6th hour the two had been able to barricade the door well, make a sleeping hour and had enough water it could fill an Olympic sized swimming pool. "How long are we going to stay here?"

Y/N replied "We can't go back, they'll kill us."

Darcy's emotionless expression turned to sadness, everything the two had built back at 'home' was now gone. If they went back, the others would call them failures, they would be punished and most likely thrown out to the curb to die.

Fast-forward 5 days and the pair had made themselves at home in the small staffroom, it seemed to have everything they needed: power, which would boil a kettle, coffee, packaged / tinned food and sofas which made a bed to sleep on. They had put sheets over the windows, so no one could see in, and the door had a mountain of tables, chairs and units barricading it. Each time Y/N would leave, to explore the Stark tower, the objects would be moved and then carefully placed back when she returned. She never strayed too far from the room, making sure not to get lost or come across trouble. By the time she had left the room a few times, she had gathered all the guns from the fallen men, woman... and child, in the building. They had an arsenal and food to last them.

She left the room 3 times a day and today was no different. In the afternoon, 3pm, Y/N went on her usual rounds just like she would've back home. She decided to enter a lab, to see if there were chemicals they could use for weapons. Whilst Y/N scanned through a revolving glass turn table which held vials of liquids with labels, a quick glance up led her eyes to "The Board of No Mercy": Pictures of staff that worked in the Stark Tower framed with jokes and scribbled drawings. Y/N smiled at the ridiculous insults, "freaks" She muttered to herself before one photo caught her attention. A dark-haired woman with dark framed glasses wearing a lab coat.

It was Darcy.

Y/Ns heart sank as she now knew why Darcy never talked about her past, how she knew Stark Tower like the back of her hand and how she knew to treat herself. Y/N felt lied to, manipulated and to put simply, angry. As a million thoughts raced through her mind, she was interrupted by the sound of three voices chatting away in the distance, approaching her.

She threw her rucksack back over her shoulders and pulled her Carbine to her shoulder, pacing backwards towards her and Darcy's room. She checked every corner, not wanting to make the same mistake as 5 days earlier. As she got to the corridor which held the room she needed to go to, she sprinted, banging on the door frantically. No answer. After 30 seconds, she attempted to body slam it down, failing miserably as she fell to the floor.

On the other side, Darcy hectically scrambled to remove the barricades, injuring herself more in the process. As Darcy attempted to push the last unit out of the way, the three individuals walked round the corner and Y/N began firing. From the floor she sprayed her drum magazine down the corridor, vibrating her whole body. She didn't care who they were, she didn't give it a second thought. Just as her drum fired the last bullet she was dragged into the room by Darcy. "What the FUCK is going on?!" She yelled, locking the door and starting to pile the objects against it as fast as she could. Whilst Y/N reloaded her gun and gathered Darcy's.

"I don't know who it was, but they sounded prepared."

The two had planned for this: Darcy took her P90 and a handgun. Y/N had her carbine with a drum magazine, holding 60 bullets and an assortment of other weapons scattered around her khaki cargo trousers and military style vest. Darcy set herself up behind a kitchen counter, Y/N behind a turned over table. They waited.

"You're a fucking plant, did you join us to get insight knowledge, a SPY?! Or did you want t-" Y/N began shouting over to Darcy before a loud bang sent shudders through the room.

As the door began being assaulted by the three intruders and ultimately began to open, Y/N pulled the trigger, Darcy's eyes closed tightly, and she dropped to the floor, scared. Before the first bullet left the chamber of Y/Ns assault rifle, it began shaking and the bullets flew out of it. One of them scorching hot, of course that one would be the one to melt through her trousers and burn her thigh. This would take Y/N out of her shock and make her drop the gun and scramble backwards, panting. "Shit, shit, SHIT?!" Y/N screamed, now feeling the burning sensation on her thigh and as she got the bullet from her melting skin, she saw who was at the door.

Tony Stark, in his Iron Man suit. Captain America. And lastly, Wanda Maximoff in a red leather jacket.

A/N: We have 19 views now! Someone added this to their library, Fuck yeah! Now it's time for Y/N to meet the avengers.