Taught by a Witch | Wanda Maximoff x Female reader

Unauthorized Strike

46 hours earlier ~

"Hayward. Hayward!" Y/n shouted, marching with heavy steps as she caught up with the director.

The man ignored her, "I want to see a full work-up inside the hour." He commanded a pair of scientists as they carried the tampered drone onto a table for assessment. The red strands of magic had remained, slowly twirling around the machine as a result of the events that had occurred only moments before.

"HAYWARD!" She stepped in front of him, stopping him from ignoring her any further. "You just screwed us all over, sending in that missile." She growled at the man who attempted to seem unbothered.

"Well, now we know what we're dealing with." He pushed past her, giving her not a single second to respond as he rushed towards the main room. Y/n dug her nails deep into her palms as she watched him began to give orders to the agents he passed in the crowded hall.

"Hey, there he is. The guy who almost got murdered by his own murder squad." Darcy remarked as Hayward fully entered the main room.

He turned, "you work for me?" He asked almost sarcastically, as he glared back at the doctor.

"I actually don't know." She furrowed her brows and looked around slightly as she matched his confusion.

"She's with us." Monica appeared from behind Y/n.

Y/n crossed her arms across her chest in a tight hold as the four friends drew closer to each other. They all shared the same thoughts as they glared back at Hayward.

"I see. And who's the sassy best friend of the group? He nagged.

"Are you fucking serious? Do you not realize what you're doing at all?" Y/n gritted her teeth as his comment pushed her closer to spiraling over the edge.

"There is no time for you to diminish your colleagues when you're about to start a war you can't win," Jimmy said, helping Y/n put her frustration into words.

"Maximoff was never going to negotiate with us. We take her out, this whole nightmare ends." He slammed his fingers against the table below him. He watched as footage from Wanda's show ran on the screens all around the room.

"Take her out? Taker her out!?" Y/n started to pace forward before Darcy's hand wrapped around her wrist to keep her from attacking the brainless director.

"Hayward, we don't know that." Monica joined the heated argument, "We actually have no idea what will happen in there or out here if Wanda dies."

"So, what? We just surrender to that? Not happening." He pointed out towards the hex, raising his voice as the fueled dispute continued.

"Have you lost your mind?! We can't outgun her. I thought that was pretty clear after what just happened, but I guess you're too busy thinking about your own twisted agenda to even notice that." She snapped.

Before Hayward had time to respond, she stepped forward once more, "Do you not see that nothing you have done has had any positive outcome? Antagonizing her is only making everything worse!"

"Agent Y/L/N, you have become an impediment to this mission." He sent his fist against the table to cut her off.

Y/n shook her head and forced out a fake laugh at the director. She took another step to counter his claim, but he had already begun again.

"Constantly advocating on behalf of Wanda Maximoff, I believe, because of your similar pasts. Yes, I know about your history..." he chose his next words with reason—"about your sister."

That was all it took. Those three words were all it took for Y/n to lose control of every ounce of bottled-up rage she held for Tyler Hayward. She attempted to dart forward but was quickly stopped by her friends pulling her back. It wasn't that her friends didn't want to watch her kill Hayward on sight, but they knew how much damage it could do if she did. She couldn't—not now anyway.

She stepped back, digging her nails as deep into her closed palms as she could as she looked to the man she hated most.

"Don't use my family as a way to excuse the fact that you're a coward." She growled, drilling her eyes into Hayward's in pure rage.

"You know, maybe it's a good thing you weren't here when your sister died. Because clearly, you don't even have the stomach for this job. Get her off my base. Now. All of 'em." He ordered a group of four armored guards stationed by the exit.

With his words, the security swiftly made their way over to the quartet. Before any of them had a chance to interject, they were already being ushered out of the base. Y/n groaned as a pair of hands held hers firmly behind her back, their grip tightest on Y/n as they pushed. Darcy turned to Y/n who was being led close behind her, shooting a 'they're not worth it' look her way before Y/n could even attempt resistance. Y/n sighed and rolled her eyes as she let the guards lead she and her friends into the night. She knew Darcy was right, she was always right. That's one of the things she admired most about her ingenious friend.

"Hayward is way overstepping his provisional authority." Jimmy huffed.

"He was looking for a reason to sideline us. He's up to something." Monica added, rolling her eyes.

"That son of a bitch better know what's coming." Y/n clenched her jaw as the security pushed her along.

The air was cold and they could see their breath in the darkness as they stepped into the open air. When they were far away enough from the base and no other people could be seen, Monica, Jimmy, and Y/n looked up and between each other. With a silent understanding of the plan, the three waited for the right moment to initiate their shared idea.

When the four were led into a space between two large SWORD carriers, they quickly sent each other a nod, before leaping into action. Y/n shot her elbow back into one of the guard's stomach while Jimmy swung his fist into another's face. Monica, too, leaped into effect, as she shoved the guard that held her into the vehicle on her side.

Y/n quickly spun around, catching the man's hand in her palm before he could connect it with her jaw. She tightened her grip and twisted his arm up and around him, leaving him to whimper in pain as she kicked his feet out from under him. Ripping his gun from his hands, Y/n sent the barrel straight into the face of another who attempted to attack her from behind, leaving both agents unconscious on the ground. Jimmy sent another punch into a guard as he tore him away from his gun and sent him crashing back to the ground. Monica sprung around to knock out the last remaining security, who fell nicely in a pile with his three other buddies. The three stepped back, catching their breaths as they looked down at the limp bodies below them.

"Why didn't anyone tell me the plan!?" Darcy yelled as quietly as she could at her friends.

"You okay?" Monica turned and grabbed Y/n's shoulder as the four all inhaled the chill of the cool breeze.

"Yeah, all good. Let's move." Y/n nodded, looking to each of her friends for reassurance of their wellbeing, before the group stealthily snuck through the open base.

~

"You might feel a bit queasy," 'Pietro' looked down to the girl in his arms as he came to a complete stop.

Y/n's eyes were wide as she tried to process what had just happened, her thoughts miles behind her. Her breath was staggered slightly as she tried to form any sort of audible sentence.

"You're good, it'll pass. It happens with everyone." He nodded to her. He quickly looked back up, cracking his neck to the side, before slightly tightening his grip on Y/n, and flashing back into high speed.