Imagines [Book Three]

Marvel [Gen Fic X Reader]

Imagine being rescued from a Djinn and having a hard time readjusting to reality after living a lifetime of an almost perfect life.

Author's Note: TRIGGER WARNING for suicide. And angst. Why the hell did I write this? For your information, Djinn's poison their victims and put them in a coma-like state where the victim can live a lifetime in a fantasy world while the Djinn slowly feeds off their blood in real life. 

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Adoring smiles. Loving touches. Deep belly laughter. Childish giggles.

Life is absolutely perfect and you can't remember the last time you were so happy.

You were a stay at home mom, your husband worked from eight in the morning until five in the afternoon, and your neighbors weren't as nosy as you thought they would be. All in all, you had the perfect life.

Until you didn't.

Everything came crashing down when you started getting headaches, your surroundings started flickering in and out, and memories of another life kept coming to you in dreams. You tried to ignore it, but it was hard to ignore when a real life human being flickered to life right there in your kitchen.

The translucent stranger- no, not a stranger. Wanda. Wanda smiles sadly at you. "Hey, Y/N. We've finally found you."

"Found me?" You wonder. "I wasn't hiding. I've been right here this whole time."

"O-Of course you have." It's then she finally looks around, her brow furrowing at the simplicity of it all. She exhales softly. "I hate to do this to you, Y/N, but you need to wake up. This isn't real."

"Hmm?" You glance up from chopping up some fruit, licking the juice from your fingers. "Of course it's real. You, on the other hand, might not be. You keep.. flickering."

"Y/N," she says. "You went on a mission with Natasha and Clint weeks ago. You were taken. You were poisoned until you were comatose and were slowly being fed off of. You need to wake up."

A pain blossoms in the middle of your forehead.

"Nat, you better get in here. These things are freakishly strong!" Clint calls out over comms.

"Come on, Barton. Live a little," you muse. Stabbing another Djinn with a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood, you grunt as another takes a swing at you.

"The djinns," you mumble. "They-"

"Y/N! Look out!" Something heavy collides with the back of your head and all goes dark.

Your eyes flutter open and only then do you realize you're on your knees. Wanda is crouched in front of you, eyes sad. "We found you a couple of days ago, but the Djinn responsible for poisoning you got away. I've been trying nonstop to break into your mind and I've only just succeeded."

"But I don't- how can I-"

"Baby, we're home!"

Your eyes widen and Wanda glances towards the entrance of the kitchen. You quickly scramble up to your feet, head throbbing in pain as Wanda looks around for a hiding spot. But it's too late and in walks Bucky with your three year old perched on his hip.

Wanda gasps.

"Hey, sweetheart." Bucky walks right up to you, completely ignoring Wanda as if he can't see her. Which really, he probably can't. He presses a kiss to your lips as you stare at him, wide-eyed, and he passes your daughter over into your arms. "She missed you."