Be Still My Heart

Two Faced

Wanda POV-

"Again!" Specialist Grace has us doing the exact same exercise as yesterday but with three more men added so now there are fifteen.

"This is pointless! We are being swarmed with no support and you are expecting us to become a better team by just throwing more men at us! We don't even get to use our abilities which do exist!" Y/N throws her hands up in the air motioning to Specialist Grace as she speaks.

"Hey, Y/N, look at me." I walk up to her and force her attention to me. "Eyes on me." It takes a second for Y/N to drop her locked attention from Specialist Grace.

Y/N's voice starts out loud and drops off quickly after she sees the expression on my face. "Wanda, this isn't helping us and I am just getting injured because I keep having to heal everyone."

I reach forward taking her hand in mine. I rub my thumb across the back of her hand trying to quickly calm her. "Don't let your pain influence your emotions. You cannot control the event only your reaction to it. This is a mental thing."

Y/N glances around the room at all of the agents dressed in tactical gear. All of them seem to be holding onto one of their body parts or favoring a limb. Drew is holding his wrist to his torso with his eyebrows scrunched together.

Specialist Grace walks down the stairs slowly just like before, a certain arrogance present in her features. "Do you have something to say, Y/N?" She cocks her head to the side slightly waiting for a response, "Oh do I? I have a lot I would like to say to you."

She tries to take a step forward towards Specialist Grace but just runs into me. I forcefully place my hand on her chest and grab a handful of the shirt fabric. "Don't. Go cool off." I push back letting go of her shirt.

She shoves her hands in her pockets and storms out of the room her head down. Specialist Grace waves off the agents to take a break as she steps closer to me. "Wanda," I hold up my hand to her, finger raised.

"Y/N is one hundred percent correct. This exercise is not working for us. This is not team building. You are only hurting us, hurting her. If you want this project to be a success, for your name to go down in Hydra history, this is not how to do it."

I don't give her a chance to respond. I turn on my heel and walk over to the bench to grab both of our things. The room is silent as everyone watches my movements. I wave my hand in front of me sending both of the doors flying open with my magic then walk through slamming them shut behind me.

I hear footsteps loudly echoing behind me quickly catching up as I am about to exit the building. "Wait, Wanda." I push open the front door and step outside into the chilly air. The clouds overhead are threatening rain.

"Wanda," Drew pushes through the door behind me and jumps into step with me. "What do you want Drew? I need to find Y/N." My words have more bite than I mean to include but they have the intended effect.

"Can I help?" I stop walking suddenly as Drew keeps going a couple paces ahead before realizing. "You want to help?" He nods his head.

"We're supposed to be a team. And, for the record, I agree with everything you just said to Specialist Grace. For this to work, we need to build our bond as a team before throwing us into fight training together. We are still individual people right now, not a group."

I take a couple steps forward and begin walking with Drew again, slower than before. "I have an idea of where she went. We can check there first." He keeps pace with me as we step between two buildings and walk towards the tree line, "Lead the way."

Y/N POV-

Fucking Specialist Grace. What the fuck is she thinking having us do combat training as a new team? And I have to heal everyone? They can handle their wounds. I should not be responsible for caring for them. We literally have nurses. What the actual fuck.