The other Stark (long) (Wanda x reader)

Lot of anger

Y/n pov

Arrow after arrow never hits exactly where i aim, always wrong. I came down here to clear my head with training but my head doesn't clear her of my mind. Finally i hit the middle of the chest as I concentrated on my own heartbeat.

"Are you wishing that was Tony?" a female voice interrupts my thoughts and within a second i have an arrow to Peppers head, but she doesn't flinch. Probably expected me to react. "Cause that's a lot of anger"

"Sorry you scared me" i say, lowering my arrow. "But yeah, better than actually shooting him though"

"You know you had him worried"

"I know but as i told him, someone knew where i was"

"Who knew?"

"Wanda"

"She did? Wanda knew where you were?"

"Yeah, she called and asked where i was and if i was okay. And then she was gonna ask something else but i hung up on her" i say, running and getting the arrows to shoot again. Starting with an arrow so hard that it goes through the target's metal head. The first that actually hit's where i aim.

"Wanna tell me whats wrong?"

"No" i answer hard, but regret it as she just wants to be kind to me. She always has.

"Well i'm not leaving until you talk to me" she says, sitting down on one of the chairs. Stubborn as always, no wonder Tony loves her.

"Just because that works on Tony doesn't mean it's gonna work on me" she nods with a smile and damn she's good. "Fine... i'm just mad at him"

"Why? Because he's right?" i turn hasty to her before turning back, picking up another arrow. "Oh my, he is right, you do like her"

I shot another arrow so hard it goes through the head again but by the edge. Two perfect hits out of fifteen.

"So what if he is? Big deal, it's not like anything gonna happen" i let another arrow fly down the range, hitting the heart.

"Oh come on, she took another on of your shirts"

"Because i told her, that until she is ready to go out and get her own clothes she can borrow mine"

"Y/n she took one of the shirts Emilia gave you"

"Don't talk about her Pepper, she can borrow whatever shirt i own, i don't care" i put down my bow just so i don't do anything i'll regret. To myself or others.

"But doesn't that strike you as something girlfriends do?"

"I'm just being friendly because she's lost everything. And i didn't say it was true, but even if it was it's never happening" i put back the quiver and bow where i took them before taking the bottle again. And i'm not actually in love with her, i just feel such a strong attraction to her. Not the same thing.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because i'm me and well... she's" i have absolutely no clue of what word to use, beautiful, marvelus, gorgeous. "How could anyone love someone like me?"

"I did, i loved your brother and that made him change in a way you can too" i know she's right but that's what makes it so hard. It scares me to change back into the person i was before, the one that was open to love, happy. I know it sound good but that's one side and the other was depression, loss of faith, ptsd from paparazzis who went to far and being suicidal. It's not a secret but it's not something i talk about.

"That's not the same thing and you know it, i'm not my brother Pep" she gets up, she got what she came for but she doesn't leave.

"But you know i'm right" i nod because on some ground she's right. "Then what's the problem y/n"

"Still me, no one deserves to be with someone with my luggage"

"Then maybe you should talk to someone..." i cut her off with anger in my voice.

"I don't need to talk to anyone, you've been trying to get me to do that for almost five years. What makes you think you can now?"

"Calm down y/n, i just want to help you"

"Well i don't need your help, i don't need anyone's help" the last i mumble more to myself as i start to walk away.

"Y/n" she calls after me but i ignore her completely as i walk away in a normal but angry steps.