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

Chapter 11

"Are you okay?" Wanda asked when I walked into the compound.

"I'm fine. I just needed to clear my head." I replied.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" she asked.

"Not really." There was a few seconds of silence before she asked another question.

"Another nightmare?"

"Are you snooping through my head again?"

"Sorry."

"Don't be. I know you're only trying to help." I said and started walking towards my room.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Why because I'm not being a total bitch?" I laughed and gestured for her to follow me into my room so we could talk. I put my bag down next to the door and flopped onto my bed. "Come. Sit. Let's talk about feelings."

"Okay?" she said as if questioning my behavior.

"So...you know a lot more about me because you've been in my head but I seem to know just about nothing about you."

"That's because we never talk. You also never ask."

"Sorry. I've kinda been throwing myself a pity party."

"I'm confused. Why...what...huh?" I chuckled at her loss of words.

"Why am I being normal?" I laughed and she nodded her head in agreement. "I don't know. I guess spending time with Sarah and getting all my feelings out and...my nightmare. It helped me, in some weird kinda twisted way."

"What happened? In your nightmare."

"Darkness." I said. She gave me a confused look. "I was a little girl again, cloud watching with darkness. I saw the moment when my dad and I found out my mom died. He held me and told me everything was gonna be okay." I started to explain, my eyes starting to water. "Then, it was my high school graduation. 2 years ago. I walked onto stage, got my diploma, I ran into my dad's arms as he told me how proud he was of me. Then, my girlfriend at the time walked up to us and we shared a kiss and literal fireworks surrounded us."

"You had a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, for a year until that day. We were making out by the football field that night and she broke up with me. My first love and my first heartbreak."

"I'm sorry." she apologizes.

"It's all good. I got over her a long time ago. My second love however...not so much." I stared down at my hands as Wanda started to rub circles on my back, I turned to her and smiled. I moved over and laid my head on her shoulder as she continued to comfort me. It felt nice. I mean it was different but nice.

"Did anything else happen in the nightmare?" she asked.

"Uh...yeah. The next part is with you actually. The night of my father's funeral on the beach. Then, it cuts to an image. I'm a little girl holding hands with the darkness. Behind me is my mom, my dad and Eleanor, my first girlfriend. The image starts to play and I ask, "are they happier" and...you walk in. The others piling in after." I say confused. "And you ask me if I'm happy. But instead of answering I ask the darkness what to say and it tells me what I'll get depending on my answer."

"Why me?" Wanda asked.

"I don't know. Apparently, if I lie and say I am happy then I spend more time with the darkness but if I tell the truth and say I'm not, I spend more time in the light." I explained. "But hey, it's just a dream right? Just my subconscious trying to make sense of my overactive imagination."

"Maybe. Or maybe it's your subconscious telling you to open up to people so you can be happy." she suggests. "I mean look at you now after you opened up to Sarah. You seem happier then you were before."

"I don't know how you do it." I smiled.

"Do what?"

"Help me cope with my loss even when your still grieving your own. It's amazing."

"I don't know about that."

"No it is. You're able to hold onto yourself while moving on from a loss meanwhile I'm over here feeling sorry for myself without thinking about all the people I'm hurting in the process."

"Everyone has a different reaction to loss. Pietro and I, lost our parents when we were young so we had to find a way to survive and keep going even when we didn't want to. We couldn't afford to grieve. I guess I've just kept that mindset."

"What was he like? I didn't really get a good view of him before everything happened. And my opinion of him wasn't very good since you guys kidnapped me."

"Yeah, sorry about that." We laughed at bit as we reminisced in the memory of when we first met. "He was...everything you could ask for in a brother. He was very protective of me. He was kind and very sarcastic. He had a, well a weird, sense of humor." she laughed but her smile quickly turned into tears. "He was all I had left."

I didn't say anything. Instead, I wrapped her in my arms and held her there as she softy cried into my chest. "Let it out." I whispered. "It'll be okay." I rubbed her arm with one hand and ran the other through her hair. It was soft and thick and smelled like coconut. I started to look around the room and my eyes landed on the clock.

5:37 a.m.

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I woke up to small arms tightly wrapped around my waist. I looked down to see a sleeping Wanda snuggled into me. I smiled softy at the sight before looking over to the clock.

9:55 a.m.

I guess school's a no for today. I chuckled at the thought and looked back down at Wanda who was shifting closer into me.

"Damn, girls got a tight grip." I whispered to myself. I started to run my fingers through her hair trying not to wake her from her seemingly peaceful slumber. A few minutes later her eyes started to flutter open. "Hey."

"Hey." she said and started to loosen her grip as she sat up. "What time is it?"

"Uh," I paused to look at the clock. "10:09."