Red Humanity - [Wanda x F Reader]

Bathroom Break

TW: Blood and Violence. Possibly triggering!

The Avengers compound was full of life, it was densely populated with all walks of life. The Avengers, scientists, trained professionals and more. It had become the hub for the Avengers duties considering Stark Tower had been long left in the past. The Avengers still lived there with their own rooms and that's where Y/N would wake up, in her own room.

It was a room, yes. It had a table, two chairs, a toilet, sink and a bed. That was it. It was nicely decorated, but that seemed to be overlooked when the sights of a dead bolted door and walls which looked like they were made out of metal. The floor was the same material and the ceiling too. It was a square, bright white room.

Y/Ns eyes flickered open, unable to fully open as the room blinded her sensitive eyes. She slowly began feeling her surrounds, the cool air, warm sheets she was on top of and the smell of... cherry blossoms? In a few short moments, Y/N shot to her feet and began looking around frantically. Where was she? How long had she been here? Nothing but questions raced around her mind. After realizing she couldn't pick anything up to use as a weapon, she finally realized that the Avengers had taken her somewhere. She was dressed in light grey cloth, baggy trousers and a V-neck shirt to fit. Her wounded leg had been bandaged, and her hair placed into a high ponytail.

The Ponytail didn't last long as Y/N pulled it out, letting her hair cascade down. She tied it around the back of the chair, which was cemented to the floor and began rubbing it back and forth, creating a burning smell as the friction began brewing. After a few minutes Y/N ad managed to get ¾ of the way through the chair, burning her way through the back. Hoping that the chair could then be used as a weapon, she continued, not realizing a camera was watching her every move, just as it had before.

After an hour of discreetly damaging the chair, Y/N managed to cut a small, narrow piece of metal off, the hair tie now worn and loose. She managed to put her hair back in a ponytail, so it did not look suspicious, and slipped the metal shank into her bra.

Once she felt prepared, she made her way to the thick metal door, banging on it to get someone's attention, considering she couldn't see through it, she made more of an effort to disrupt the quietness. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" She complained, over and over before finally a man in all black and a cap opened a metal shutter to reveal Y/N stood on the other side.

"What?" He bluntly asked.

"I need to go to the toilet" She spoke, before pausing when the man pointed to the small toilet in the corner of the room.

As he went to shut the hatch, Y/N spoke again "Im a woman, with certain needs and that thing isn't going to qualify." She sarcastically undermined the man.

He stared at her blankly.

"I'm on my period, bleeding, menstruating, blood. I need to go to a normal toilet and be given the right things, you think you can do that for me?" She asked with a smile, forced of course.

He shut the hatch.

Y/N slammed her fist against it in frustration before leaning her forehead against it. She thought her plan had failed before the deadbolt unlocked, and the door opened swiftly. The guard, before Y/N could say a word, clamped the bands on her wrists again, handcuffing them together.

As they walked, Y/N talked. "Where am I?"... No reply. "Am I going to be tortured?"... No reply. "Can I get a drink? Or a burger?" She didn't wait for an answer this time and as the man reached for the handle to the toilet, she took the metal shank she had carved and without a second though, plunged it into his neck. She squirmed slightly at the blood which had now spattered small droplets on her face. Furthermore, she rubbed most of it off before dragging him into the bathroom and closing the door. With the cuffs still on, as he didn't have a key, yes she checked by giving him a pat down, she undressed him and redressed herself. She wore the uniform as her own and washed most of the blood off her face before bowing the cap down to cover her face.

On her way out of the bathroom, she stuck to the corridors with little to no people, looking around and sticking to the walls. The buzz of people was immense, she was in a unit. Multiple doors such as her own littered the hallways, prisoners? As she made her way down the corridor, she saw Darcy and Darcy saw her. Y/Ns eyes widened.

Was she in on this? Was she the reason I'm here? Why isn't she in a cell like me? Is she the enemy?

As Y/N approached Darcy, she shook her head and signalled for her to stay quiet. "I'm sorry" Mouthed Darcy and before Y/N could take another step, an abundance of guards swarmed her, heavily armed and lasers pointed at her chest. "Get down!"

The room was silent and for once in her life, so was Y/N. She got down on her knees, clutching the metal shank in her hand, having to let it bury into her skin, so it would fit in her closed fist. As one guard approached, and the others lowered their guards. With one swift movement the warm metal blade was in the guard to her rights' thigh. He yelped out, causing the other guards to stand tall again. By this point, Y/N was up on her feet and holding the guard she had just dropped, a gun. "Move the fuck out of the way!" She screamed, waving the gun around at the guards.

"Not you again"

Wanda Maximoff appeared behind the men, making her way through them to be stood across from Y/N.

"You're persistent, I will give you that. But that can cause people to act stupidly, like you, right now." She poked Y/N, trying to provoke her. Y/N simply scoffed.

"Who are you again?"

Wanda tilted her head with a frown, which then turned into a smug smile. "I'll help you remember."

Red Magic melted from her fingers and flung the gun from Y/Ns hands and bought her flying into a wall, with a bang she was on the floor. Y/N groaned and managed to pick herself back up, sliding for the gun which she then used to fire 5 bullets.

They hit 5 guards, each in the chest and one in the head. Not Wanda.

A surprised expression crossed Wanda's faced as she watched Y/N pull of her stunt before seeing the guards remaining, ready to shoot Y/N. Wanda simply used her magic to make Y/N collapse to the floor, putting her in a deep dream like state. So she wouldn't be shot.

Y/N would once again wake up in the room she began in.

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