Life Of Y/n Banner// Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Chapter 8

This wasn't the first time my consciousness has done this but the longest it had ever lasted was 3 hours. This time I didn't wake up until the next morning, or so I thought. I woke up in a recovery bed, alone. I walked out of the room to find myself somewhere I didn't recognize.

"Where am I?" I muttered.

"Oh, my god! Y/n! You're awake!" Natasha said happily and gave me a tight hug.

"Natasha? What's going on? Where are we?" I asked.

"Uh, I will explain it all later, okay? You should you rest for now. I'll call the doctor to come run some more tests." she said and started to walk me back into the room.

"Tests? What are you talking about? I'm fine, I just black out for a few hours sometimes. It's really not that big of a deal. I'm sure my dad explained." I explained to her.

"A few hours? Sweetie, it's been 3 months." she said and my body came to a complete stop.

"Th-three months?!" I asked, my breathing starting to become heavier as panic filled me, I took a seat on a near by bench as Natasha tried to calm me.

"Y/n. Y/n, calm down. I need you to calm down."

"Whe-where's where's my dad?"

"I promise I'll tell you everything just please ca-"

"No, no I'm not gonna calm down! I want my dad!" I yelled. "Where's my dad?!" My emotions started to become out of control, my mind could only think of the worst scenarios which fueled my rage. I saw Natasha started to back away a bit, which confused me until I looked down and saw my hands that were digging into the bench were also burning it. Flames traveling up my arms.

"Y/n, what's going on?" Natasha asked.

"Nothing-"

"Nothing?! Your arms are on fire and your eyes are rapidly changing colors!"

"I need my dad!"

"What's going on out here?" Steve asked as him and Tony came out of a nearby room. "Y/n, you're awake."

"And on fire?" Tony questioned.

"Yes! I'm awake and my arms are on fire and my eyes are changing! Now where is my dad?!" I screamed, the build up energy of the fire launching and causing the bench to disintegrate under me. I caught myself before I hit the ground, letting out a grunt filled with anger and sadness. "Just tell me where my dad is." I whispered.

"Y/n, your dad. He did his best to protect you and the people of S-"

"He's dead." I cut Natasha off. "Just say it. He's dead. He's dead and he's not coming back." I started to sob into my knees, scrunching myself into a ball. Natasha started to rub circles on my back to comfort me but I moved away. Slamming my back into the nearest wall. "Just go away."

"Y/n, we're sorry. He was our friend and-"

I dug my head out of my knees and cut him off, "No, you weren't his friends. You're the reason he's dead." I stood up and walked straight to Tony, "I hate you. With every fiber of my being, I hate you." and I walked back into the room I came out of.

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"You ready?" Natasha asked for the doorway of my new room.

"Why do you care?" I asked as I threw my back pack over my shoulder and pushed past her.

"Come on, y/n. Can you please just talk to me?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Anything, I just want things to be like they used to be."

"Yeah and I want my father back but I guess we can't always get what we want." I said plastering on a obvious fake smile and quickly dropping it. I walked out. I felt a heat starting to rise in me but I took a deep breath and calmed it down. I needed this day to go well. My first day back in school after everything. School is my safe zone but sometimes it's hard to keep it that way.

I knew when I walked through the doors people would stare. They would talk. They would ask me how I'm doing. Ask where I've been. Be nosy. I thought of a millions question I could be asked and thought of three times as many responses but nothing worked. I mean I could never tell the truth.

Q: Hey, how are you? Are you okay?

A1: I'm okay, trying to push forward. You know?

A2: I'm getting there.

A3: I'm good. You know I've never been one to let the past or bad take hold of me.

A4: Honestly, I don't know. I feel angry. At myself, at the people who call him their friend, at the world. I feel depressed. I mean I lost the only person who made me feel alive and made me want to live. I feel numb, at points. The whole world drowns out and I'm just left with the emptiness of my mind. And I feel horrible about the way I've been treating everyone around me. I keep acting like the most cold-hearted person on the planet and like I don't care but I do. I do care. No matter how much I deny it, they are my family. And quite honestly, the only thing I have left. But no matter how much I try to play nice, it comes out angry. Because I feel like I should blame them. My head says I have every right to but my heart is aching to just run into their arms for comfort. I want to hate them and blame them so bad but I can't.

"Hey, y/n? Can I talk to you?" I turned around to see Wanda standing behind me with a small awkward smile on her face.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Look, I get it," she said her accent less than what it was 5 months ago. "hating everyone for your loss. Even when it really wasn't their fault...and hating yourself. But in the end I realized that I shouldn't waste my time hating people who are trying their hardest to help."

There was a long pause before I answered. "I know, that it's been hard for you too. You lost your brother and I'm sorry, but please don't try to counsel me. It's never gotten you anywhere." I said and walked away.