Taught by a Witch | Wanda Maximoff x Female reader

Distant Mornings

The sunlight against her face and the faint chirping of birds around the house brought Y/n out of her sleep. Slowly opening her eyes, she balanced her hand above her face as the sun's bright glare poured into her vision. Blocking out as much of the light as possible, her eyes adjusted, and the rest of her body began to do the same.

She pushed herself up slightly, straightening her back firmly against the house as she looked out beyond the porch. The sky was clear, and a slight breeze made the trees sway gently in the distance. The lake was calm, small rainbows sparkling against the water as the sun touched the ripples. It was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. A perfect view to greet Y/n into a new day.

That was until the blanket slipped off her shoulders, dropping down onto her back to let in the slight chill of the morning that blew against her skin. That's when she remembered the soft fabric that had kept her warm in the night. Still adjusting to being awake, the memories from the previous night slowly returned to the drowsy agent.

She took the fabric between her hands, the events from the previous 24 hours coming to a clear picture in her head. "I was such a bitch to her... and she still gave me the stupid blanket." She thought to herself. "I was awful to her, and she still made sure I wouldn't freeze out here."

Every minuscule detail from last night floated in Y/n's mind, bringing her to subconsciously smile. Letting out a soft chuckle as she recalled their conversation about 'the big three'. That's when it hit her,

"Wanda...?"

She turned to where Wanda had accompanied her on the porch. The space was empty. Not even the blanket she had used was lying against the wood flooring in her place. Y/n's heart picked up a beat and she quickly moved off the ground. However, she was taken back to a stop as a faint hum traveled out through the house's exterior walls. She stopped frozen, listening to the single hum grow into a small song. Y/n let out a breath as Wanda hummed inside the house, letting her head drop back against the wall in relief.

She clutched the blanket tightly in her fists, bringing it back around herself. Gently tugging the corners of the blanket in her hands, she pulled her knee to her chest and relaxed the fabric to drape onto her leg.

With the corners of the blanket tightly pulled to her chest, she closed her eyes. She didn't want to interrupt—she didn't want her to stop at all. So she stayed as quiet as possible, listening to the way Wanda hummed to herself as she moved around the house.

After some time had passed and the humming had come to an end, Y/n shook out of her thoughts and pulled herself up. With a now-folded blanket in her hands, she took a breath. Breathing in the last bit of calm the morning offered before turning to the door and twisting the handle.

Wanda's head shot up to look at Y/n as she pushed the door open and stepped into the house. They stared blankly at each other for a moment, their eyes locked together as they stood opposite one another.

Wanda's eyes moved down to the blanket stationed nicely in Y/n's arms, folded as if it had never been touched. Well, now that she looked closer, it wasn't folded correctly at all. It was as if Y/n had tried to fold it but got frustrated when trying to align each corner and gave up before she could throw it off the porch.

Wanda took her eyes from the sheet in Y/n's hands, and looked back to her face, hiding the chuckle that haunted her throat. She took a breath as she thought about what to say. They both did.

Y/n cleared her throat, looking down at the blanket and running her fingers across the side. "I'm sorry." She mumbled, her eyes still focused on the blanket.

Wanda's eyes widened at Y/n's quiet apology, "what?"

"I just," she clenched her jaw, "just... thank you for the blanket."

"You don't have to thank me," Wanda shrugged as she looked down to a small book that sat in her hands.

"Yes. Yes, I do." Y/n broke her nervous stare with the blanket and moved her eyes onto Wanda. But Wanda didn't meet her glance. She didn't take her eyes off her lap and meet them with Y/n's. She simply sat still on the couch, her eyes plastered to a small book in her hands as she grazed her finger gently over the corner of an open page. She sat quietly for a moment, millions of contradictory thoughts whirling in her mind at an unmeasurable speed. Y/n stood in front of the door, waiting for something—anything from the girl who sat on the couch.

But nothing followed. Wanda stayed silent on the couch, not speaking a word as she pulled on her sleeves. Like many times before, the two once again, sat in silence.

Y/n finally shook the two out of the quietness, lifting her eyes, which immediately met with Wanda's as the two girls' eyes connected. "Anyway..." Y/n shook her head slightly, burying back down the side of herself that longed to be open and vulnerable.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Wanda stood from the couch, clearing her throat slightly and saving Y/n from the awkward transition she had started.

"Oh, nothing. I'm not hungry," Y/n cleared her throat. She watched as Wanda made her way to the kitchen. When Wanda had set off to do her own thing, Y/n moved from her standing position onto the couch. Setting the blanket down against the arm of the couch, she tried to smooth out as many wrinkles as possible. Eventually giving up once again, Y/n sank into a chair that was seated just close beside the couch.

The morning carried on, and the two remained distant. Each of them spinning a world of thought in their heads.

Wanda roamed around the kitchen, her mind in a sort of steady spiral as she pulled a pair of mugs from one of the cupboards. Y/n simple apology accompanied her with every move she made. Her words were small, but even so, Wanda couldn't seem to let them go. Maybe she was just reading into it too much or perhaps she was merely grasping onto any hint of vulnerability from her, but even just the smallest crack in the walls she kept around herself reached something inside of her that for some reason, refused to be ignored.

Y/n was tough to get a read on. She was independent and kept to herself. She didn't let people in easily, and Wanda knew that. However, Wanda also knew that behind the walls she kept up, there was a whole other side of her that felt trapped inside the dark barrier.

Wanda knew that Y/n hid parts of herself so deep inside of her in order to protect what she hoped would never be found. There was much more to Y/n than one, or two, or maybe even ten, conversations could reveal. She was guarded, and probably too stubborn for her own good, but for some reason, Wanda understood that. Somehow Wanda knew, that pushed as far deep inside of herself as she could, there was a reason for it all.

Y/n on the other hand, sat still with her knee propped to her chest and the other leg crossed beneath her. She had achieved a perfect view through the small window right of the door from where she positioned herself on the chair. She stared out at the trees, which seemed so small from where she sat. Like Wanda, her thoughts wandered, too. Y/n knew Wanda had been through so much. Even if she had only seen a glimpse of it through her time at Westview, Y/n knew that Wanda had been through a world of unimaginable pain.

It didn't matter. At the end of the day, Wanda still lost everything. Her husband, her kids, everything. Wanda was not the monster Hayward had seen her to be. She was only hurt and felt more alone than she had ever before. She hid her emotions well, keeping herself calm out front, even if she was breaking on the inside.

Behind it all though, she was patient and caring and just wanted to do something good. Even if that meant staying up half the night and making sure Y/n's stupidity and awful stubbornness wouldn't lead her to freeze on the porch. Like Y/n, there were other sides hidden in Wanda as well, but they had both been through far too much to let those sides be shown again. Or maybe just not right now, for the both of them.

But the morning carried on, and the two remained at a distance. Sharing thoughts of just how far they were apart.

Occasionally, Y/n would glance over to Wanda. Each time, watching her back stay turned from her as she moved through the kitchen. Only then would Wanda do the same. Looking over to Y/n when she had turned away.

Maybe if they shared just a single glance. Maybe if their thoughts were shared, they would realize that the distance between them was truly... not so far at all.