The 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 Sound of 𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 │ 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕆𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟

Ch. 3 Who Made You Cry

The 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 Sound of 𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 │ 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕆𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟 

No major Smut warning this time. Check out Ch 4...

Ch. 3: Who Made You Cry 

Hey, Y/N...can we talk?" Thor stuck his head inside my doorway. I strutted up to him and tried to wrap my arms around his neck but he gently pulled me away.

My stomach churned.

"Please?" He asked in a low tone, stepping inside and shutting the door.

"Um. Yeah. I'm assuming this isn't one of those times where you're going to toss me on the bed and call me a naughty girl..." I sat down on the edge of the bed and bit at my nails.

"Stop." He sat next to me and took my hands in his. "Y/N. We can't do this anymore... not if..."

"Then leave." I tore my hands from his. "Go. But if you leave, that's it. I'm not going to let you come back." I stood and pointed at the door.

"You don't get it..." Thor slowly rolled his back down to the bed and laid for a moment. "I want to be with you. That's the problem."

I folded my arms. "Doesn't sound like a problem to me."

"The problem is I want to be with you but you don't want a relationship." He sighed with his eyes closed. "You keep stringing me along. I can't keep feeling this way. I love spending time with you. The sex is incredible. Your mind...it's intoxicating." He sat back up. "Dare I say, YOU are a woman worth fighting for. But you're selfish. And miserable and cruel."

He stood now. Cruel? My heart broke in half. I could see the angst on his face. I tried to reach out but he shoved past me. "You're better than this, Y/N. Figure it out before you hurt someone else."

I shot up in bed, sweating and breathing hard. I hate that memory. Almost as much as mom...her death...I shuttered.

"Uuuggghhhhh" I groaned and laid back down, covering my face with my pillow. A few moments passed and there was a light knock at the door.

"Come in!" I yelled through the pillow.

I heard the door open. Close. Smaller feet walking. Wanda or Nat I assumed. The bed dipped slightly where they sat. I peeked from under the pillow. Wanda. Coffee.

She silently handed it to me. I took it and sat up.

"Nightmare again?" She asked, shooing me over so she could crawl in. I nodded.

She laid her head on my shoulder. "Y/N. You've gotta figure out what's going on. It's affecting you. But also your pow-"

"THANKS MOM!" I semi-yelled. My eyes rolled.

She glared at me. "We need you..."

"I know. Wanda, I know. It's hard. I don't know what's wrong either. It's not fair.." I shook my head. "It's like. Half of the time my brain is fuzzy and the other half it's almost like...I'm Bruce. I'm not in control."

She looked concerned. "Sweetheart...I think it's time we go to Wakanda. I don't know what else we can do here.." she held my hand.

"No." I looked away from her.

"He's different now. He won't hurt you..." she winced at the memory I was having.

"I know. He's a good man. But I can't..." my skin crawled. "It's scary, Wanda."

She took the now empty cup from my hands and got out of the bed. "Just...think about it ok?" She fiddled with the mug in her hands. "And umm...maybe getting away will help you figure out your Peter stuff."