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By the time we get back, Wanda walks on ahead of me, meeting Bruce and Clint in the common room.
"Wow! That's a nice get-up."
I snicker at Clint's comment but feel an elbow hitting my gut, making me groan and lean over. Natasha shakes her head at me and turns to the boys.
"This is Director Monica Rambeau of S.W.O.R.D., she will be taking Hayward's place."
"Thank god, I hated that guy. Nice to meet you, Director. Clint Barton," He extends his hand out, to which Monica kindly shakes and greets the men. Wanda watches on, eyeing me down from across the room.
Shifting in place, I cross my arms over my chest uncomfortably and hear F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell us that Tony's arriving. The second he walks inside he announces that he's throwing a party, which isn't received well from Wanda.
"Oh come on, Witchy. Gotta celebrate you returning from your little evil plans."
"Tony," I scolded in annoyance with my older brother which...still surprises me that he is older given his failure of hitting social cues.
"I'm just saying, we are happy to have you back. I mean after all the shit Y/N has put us through the last 5 years it's nice to see her not slicing guys' throats open for a change."
Motherfucker. I am going to murder him.
Wanda's head immediately picks up at that comment and her eyes cast over to me skeptically.
"What do you mean, Tony?"
Tony must notice my discomfort and Natasha even has shifted to an uneasy stance while the confrontation plays out. I glare at the shorter man who just mutters under his breath inaudibly before flashing a smile.
"Nothing, I meant nothing. Are you hungry? Did you actually have food there or did that false reality just create like holograms of food? How did that work by the way? Creating radio waves, real life situations, impressive Little Witch. Gotta tell me how you do it."
"I'm not discussing it with you. I want to put it behind me."
"Don't we all want to put our mistakes behind us?"
His eyes land on me once again but I just scoff, "You really suck sometimes."
The room grows heavy, no one knowing what to say, but before anyone can speak I excuse myself to the training room. I gotta let off some steam. Natasha's hot on my trail but I don't want to deal with it.
"You need to tell her."
"I can't. She'll never forgive me. She made me promise her I would never turn into that. But I did."
"She'll understand."
"Who could possibly understand that I was so broken and lost after losing the love of my life that I turned to murder to mask that pain? Who could understand that!"
I turn towards her now, my fists heating up along with my eyes phasing over to blue, but Natasha just stands tall in front of me, eyebrows raised in near amusement.
"I understand. I was there, remember? I saw you like that, I witnessed it. I saw how hurt you were, I saw how far gone, but I still saw you inside. You were hurting, the darkness took you over. I, out of all people know what that is like, remember?"
Before I can snap at her my mind eases, realizing she is right. If it weren't for Natasha, I don't know if I would've ever come back. I wouldn't be seeing Wanda right now. She pulled me out and got me back here, I have her to thank.
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Purple Silence || Book 3 of Red Whispers || W.M. x Reader
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