Indigo Meets Scarlet (Wanda x Y/n)

chapter twentyeight

Y/N POV

I spent the rest of the day in my room curled up in bed watching Parks and Recreation. I was exhausted from waking up early from the nightmare then the mission and training wiped me out. 

I managed to have a short nap over lunch, but it didn't do much.

Around half five Friday alerts me to dinner and I stagger out of bed, deciding to take the elevator as I don't have the energy to use my powers. 

The wait for the doors to open on the floor of the kitchen seems to take forever as I lean against the cool metal of the wall, absentmindedly listening to the indie music playing through my earphones.

At the ding, I push off the wall and head to the kitchen, the distinct smell of burning drifting through the air and sounds of bickering getting louder as I approach.

"How am I meant to eat this? It looks awful."

"Well, Sam. You put it in your mouth and you chew."

"Look at it! It's inedible!"

"Who let Bucky cook again?" I sigh as I enter the room, approaching Sam and Bucky, who were both stood beside the oven peering at the dish between them. 

Steve and Natasha have also crowded around, expressions of genuine disgust on their faces. I reach the oven and take a look at the cause of the fuss.

It looks like an attempt at lasagna, but the vegetables are cut into massive chunks, the meat looks raw, the sauce just reddish water and the pasta undercooked, but he had still managed to burn the entire top layer to a crisp.

"I made you a vegan one too Y/n." 

Bucky holds out a smaller dish proudly and I try to conceal the gag pushing up my throat at the charred, soupy, rancid smelling dish. 

"Wow, Buck. Thank you so much." 

I force a smile, not wanting to hurt his feelings since he had obviously made an effort to include my dietary requirements. I take the pan from him, glancing at Nat behind him who was biting her knuckle in an attempt to stop the laughs shaking her stomach at me.

"I can't watch this anymore. I'm ordering pizza." Tony's voice startles me from the table across the room. 

I hadn't realised he was in here, and as I turn to face him, I realise Wanda is also there, a soft smile peeking through her hair as I meet her piercing eyes. 

Stark leaves the room to call the pizza place in peace.

"But I cooked!" Bucky protests, gesturing at the slop.

"Bucky, that's not cooking my friend." Steve smacks a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring shake. 

The assassin looks at me expecting me to stand up for him due to my previous response.

I'm still holding the dish he had handed me but held out away from my body to avoid the fumes rising off it entering my nose. I give him a guilty smile and shrug my shoulders, causing him to sigh, giving up his fight.

"I've ordered our usual, Y/n they had no vegan cheese today so you're going to have to sort something out for yourself. I tried the other place that delivers but they're closed for renovations." Stark strolls back into the kitchen, slipping his phone back in his pocket.

I groan at the thought of having to cook or go out to get food and I slide down the island onto the floor shutting my eyes, Bucky's lasagna still clutched in my grasp as I allow the fatigue to wave over me.