Y/n was kidnapped by Hydra and exposed to the mind stone, receiving powers nobody quite understood the extent of.
After a year and a half under Hydra captivity, she was rescued by the Avengers in Russia on their search for Loki's sceptre. After Nat...
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WANDA POV
A sharp hiss cuts from my mouth as I remove the freshly baked muffins from the tray, not waiting for them to cool so that I can load the next batch into the oven.
"Woah. Is this an audition for the Great British Bake-Off?"
Nat wanders into the kitchen, gawking at the mountains of cupcakes, muffins and cookies piled on the counters.
"I don't know what that is."
"Y/n hasn't got you to watch it yet?"
The sound of her name stirs more anger in me and I huff, grabbing the now loaded muffin tray and shoving it into the oven.
"I see. So that's why you're baking enough to feed an army. Where's Y/l/n?"
"I don't know." I sigh, throwing the oven mitt down onto the counter and spinning to face the assassin. "We were supposed to shower and then meet after for a movie but she's vanished and won't answer her phone."
"Have you tried asking Emilia?"
"No... I didn't want to look like a psycho."
"Well, I'll risk looking like a psycho if it will stop you baking like one."
She slides onto one of the island stools, taking a chocolate muffin from one of the many plates and taking a bite as she types on her phone.
"Oh my god, so good. Actually, you can carry on baking." She mumbles through a mouthful of cake and I giggle. "There we go, see? She's with Emilia."
Nat👩🏼🦰 Yo, is Y/n with you?
Emilia🥂 Yeah! She forgot her shoes so came back to get them and we fell asleep I'll get her home asap
Nat👩🏼🦰 Perfect, thank you!
"Now, it's eleven so go to bed Wanda! I sure am." The assassin jumps off the stool, crumpling up her empty muffin case and launching it at my head.
I get to work placing all the baked goods into Tupperware while I wait for the final batch to rise, trying to dismiss the unsettling sensation spreading in my stomach. All I could think about were the pair of Nikes I noticeddiscarded on Y/n's bedroom floor when I went to look for her earlier.
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The light from the mini-fridge stings my eyes as I grab a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip, quenching the thick sandpaper thirst I had awoken with.
The clock on my bedside table reads 3:12 am. I don't remember the dream that had woken me, but I knew it was unsettling.
My eyebrows furrow as I hear a door click open and closed in the corridor, focusing on the sound of feet shuffling past my door towards the elevator.
