Taught by a Witch | Wanda Maximoff x Female reader

Calm in the Moonlight

"What are you doing out here?" Wanda's voice shook Y/n from her sleep. She rubbed her eyes, clearing her vision before looking up at Wanda as she stood in the doorway. Night had fallen a mere hour ago, leaving a chill to settle over the small house as Y/n drifted off on the porch.

"Getting frostbite, apparently." Y/n shivered, her usual sarcasm clear as she brought her arms closer to her chest.

"It was a stupid idea to fall asleep out here." Wanda crossed her arms, still standing by the door.

"What do you want?" Y/n scoffed.

Wanda moved fully onto the porch, "Nothing. Needed some fresh air."

Y/n watched as Wanda played with the hem on her sleeve, leaning against the railing as she took in a breath of the cold.

Y/n turned to the side, her face now mostly hidden from Wanda's view. Deep down, guilt had bubbled up inside of her. As much as she tried to mash it down and move on, her mind refused to let her think of anything but the things she had said. Deep down, a part of herself she had been trying to hide away, felt bad.

'Who's the one who went and made a whole fake reality for their dead husband?' She screwed her eyes shut as her own words haunted her every thought.

Y/n clenched her jaw as the chill of the night blew against her skin. Shivering slightly, she cupped her hands under her nose and around her mouth, blowing small puffs of warm air onto her palms.

The wood planks beneath Wanda's feet creaked and the door fell shut as she made her way back into the warmth of the house. Y/n turned back around as the noise traveled to her ears, letting out a muffled sigh. The porch seemed colder.

Y/n let her head lean back against the wall and her eyes fall shut as her mind circled with the events from the day. There was so much to figure out, so many pieces that were missing from the puzzle. What happened in Westview? How did she end up in New York all the way from New Jersey? Where was she now? Here, in the middle of nowhere, with no form of communication to anyone besides the witch she was stuck with.

She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hugging herself together to keep in all the warmth she possibly could as the biting chill flushed onto her. She looked through the spaces between the railing posts that lined the porch, watching as the moon fully rose from behind the mountains.

Just as Y/n was about to fall back into sleep, a creak in the floorboards tore her from drifting off.

"Don't be stupid." Wanda remarked, handing her blanket.

Y/n crossed her arms, turning away from Wanda as she refused to accept the small gesture from her. "No thanks," she mumbled.

"Are you serious-" She started before Y/n cut her off.

"I don't need anything from you." Y/n snapped.

Tilting her head, a glowing shade of red burned in Wanda's eyes. Clutching the blanket tightly in her hands, she turned back to the door. However, just before pushing through the door, she stopped.

Wanda knew that if Y/n would refuse a simple blanket, she would definitely refuse to come inside. She's hard-headed and too independent for her own good and Wanda knew that even suggesting the idea would make things worse. Yet, Wanda wasn't going to let her win. So instead, biting the inside of her cheek, she let the magic flow from her hands.

"What the-" Y/n resisted as the blanket wrapped tightly around her.

Wanda twirled her fingertips, guiding the fabric around Y/n's shoulders to keep out the chill from the cold night.