The Enemy (wandaxreader)

hostage situation

"Hey, Hey! You can't do this!" Y/N shouts and kicks. She tried but failed to remove the bag off her head. She continues to make a commotion. Anything she can do, trying to roll down the window, open the door, her knife was taken from her. 

The car was still swerving and speeding, showing no signs of slowing down. "You better cut that shit out, I'm trying to drive here and you kicking my seat is going to kill us!" It was a guy's voice, it had a slight accent but she couldn't tell what kind.

"I'd rather die right now, why are you doing this! What do you want from me!" She keeps kicking the seat. She notices herself becoming restrained. "No, stop! Just let me go! What do you want from me!" 

"Shut her up, make her stop!" Y/N overhears the driver say that up front. Even with her hands tied, she tries to punch the person who is holding her down. But her head was slammed into the window with full force, and everything went dark.

Wanda, on the other hand, was walking home, freezing in the cold, but it didn't bother her. She had appeared to have returned to her previous state. She had a bit of relief from the sadness with Y/N being there, but she knew it wouldn't last. She was content with having Y/N leave before she had left.

Soon, Wanda stopped in her tracks. Her cabin was flooded with agents, each other them pulling her stuff out. The anger in her built up more and more, the red essence of her magic builds up on her hands. All the memories she has, all being taken away. But they already know Y/N was there, and she knows she can't go back. 

The red from her hands goes back to the pale. She stands, watching. Her whole life, going into trucks and helicopters. Haywards trucks and helicopters. The person who took everything from her, twice. The love of her life, her family. The memory floods back into her mind, remembering everything she lost.

She felt the pain from the pit of her stomach go through her whole body. She tried her best to contain it, knowing the consequences of what happened last time. So she drops down into the snow. Waiting for them to leave. 

It was a little after midnight, when they finally left. Wanda had watched the whole time. But at the end, she was happy about it. She contained everything, she's not acting out. But the anger and sadness came back, her mind thought back at the way they threw her life into a helicopter. It was so careless, her whole life fit in one stupid helicopter and they mishandled the crap out of it. 

Relentlessly, she walked to the cabin. Slowly, hearing every sound around her. But it was off, there was something off. She kept going, trying to make as little noise as possible. She heard it. One of the spies, it was faint but she heard a "shh". She looked over to the direction, and there they were, pointing a gun waiting to fire on her. 

It was like instinct, all she saw was red and in that moment, she was doing what she had to protect herself. The gun had gone off, but she had moved the gun with her powers, making it turn on the agent in the bushes. She went over to make sure they're okay, she didn't mean for it to happen. 

"Another stupid mistake..." She said quietly to herself, realizing what she had done. There wasn't a pulse, the man was laying lifeless. "Fuck what do I do, I didn't want this, I just-" She heard a loud beep come from the guy. She realizes the man she had killed, wasn't a man at all. It was just another dumb robot. Like the dumb robot she fell in love with. She had a small sigh, kick the body over. 

She walked back into her cabin. Empty, ruined, she walked over to her room, nothing but a bed frame and the sheets. No more pictures, no more little trinkets she had taken. Just nothing. Tears start to steam down her face. She leans against the wall, slowly moving down. 

...

Back with Y/N, she slowly starts to regain consciousness. She was in a hospital bed, stitched up and feeling groggy. She looked around trying to find a call button. A doctor comes in with his clipboard and a big smile on his face. "Welcome back soldier."

"Where am I? What happened?" 

"Back in America, do you remember anything that happened?" The doctor continues to do the basic check up while waiting for an answer. Y/N thinks about it. 

"What? What vehicle?" She was trying to remember but the last thing she can recall was boarding onto the helicopter. "I remember the helicopter, and a special something I don't- What vehicle? What happened."