Avengers Imagines

Wanda Maximoff- Nightmare

Nightmare

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Abilities: Same as Wanda, fire elemental control

Word count: 2042

READERS POV

I was going on night three of no sleep, and I could feel the exhaustion pouring into my bones, but I couldn't do it. Every time I fell asleep, the memories of my time at HYDRA would play on a constant loop, a never-ending nightmare that woke me up and left me shaking and scared. Scared that I would somehow be forced to go back there and forget everything that I've worked so hard towards.

I've been part of the team for just over a month now. My handler had accidentally left me untied one night, and I'd used it as my opportunity to escape. I had come straight to the Avenger's tower, remembering the stories of the Winter Soldier and how they had helped him hoping that they could help me too, and they did.

Wanda was the one to find me pleading for help on the doorstep, and since then she had taken me under her wing. She had vouched for me after I let her look into my mind, which on my end had taken a great deal of trust, but there was just something about her that drew me in. Made me know that I could trust her from the second that I met her.

It had taken me a while to warm up to the rest of the team, and during that time I was basically Wanda's shadow, though she didn't seem to mind. If I wasn't following her around, I was usually with her anyway, seeing as she was the only one who could train me in my abilities. I had the same abilities as her, as well as the ability to create and manipulate fire.

Currently, Wanda was away on a mission, and I felt lost without my security blanket. I was pretty close to Steve and Bucky as well and they were still here, but they weren't Wanda. I didn't even notice my body finally giving up on staying awake, until I was sound asleep and brought into a nightmare.

"No!" I shouted, as I was dragged by my hair towards a cold metal table. "Stop! Please!"

"Shut up." The man holding me growled, lifting me up and placing me on the freezing surface, pinning me down with his large hands.

I struggled in his hold as others surrounded me, strapping me down. "Let me go!"

Once I was secured tightly, the man let go, sending a harsh slap to my cheek. It echoed through the room, the skin on my cheek left stinging and bright red. He walked over to a table in the corner of the room, his back turned towards me as he prepared whatever he was planning on doing.

I took this opportunity to look around the dull, cave-like room, noticing that the people who had strapped me down were gone. It was just the man and I now. Reality seemed to finally sink in that there was no way I was getting out of this, and tears started pouring heavily down my cheeks.

A sinister grin crossed the man's face as he made his way back over to me, a large syringe full of bright orange liquid in his grasp.

"No. Please." I choked out through my sobs, pulling at my bindings to no avail. "Please, don't do this."

He ignored my pleading, bringing the syringe down to my arm and injecting me with the mystery liquid. A loud scream tore through from my throat as it entered my system, my entire body feeling like I was burning on the inside.

NAT'S POV

I was woken up by a loud scream that sounded like it was coming from Y/N's room, and I immediately shot up, panicking. What's going on?

I raced into the hallway finding Bucky and Steve already standing outside her open door, gripping each other's hands, and just staring into her bedroom. Why are they just staring? "Bucky? Steve?"