Taught by a Witch | Wanda Maximoff x Female reader

Regrouping at Headquarters

Monica stormed through the hallway, her eyes burning with rage as she passed everyone in the building. She was looking for one person, and one person only. The man who shouldn't even be in the same building as her after everything that had happened.

It was the morning after everyone who had been assigned to the Westview case was sent back to headquarters to regroup. The hex had been destroyed, the residents released from control, the family created inside reduced to nothing, and the witch responsible for it all was nowhere to be found.

Only that wasn't the end of the story. When Monica, Darcy, and Jimmy returned to SWORD, they were only greeted with the very thing they feared would happen when she reentered the anomaly. Y/n had not returned from Westview.

"How in the hell did you manage to lie your way out of this one!?" Monica burst through the office doors.

The director's attention was grabbed by the roaring voice that washed into his office, filling up the entire space as it echoed off the walls. Just when the three friends thought the worst thing to happen, happened, Tyler Hayward walked into the base. No handcuffs, no guards trailing him at gunpoint, nothing. He walked in, the title of 'director' still being bestowed upon the man who should be rotting away in a cell.

"Captain Rambeau, nice to see you too." Hayward greeted Monica as he let a stack of files drop down onto his desk.

"You should be in prison." Monica snarled, pushing further towards the desk as her anger only continued to amplify the more Hayward stood unaffected.

"Interesting, because that's not what the council had to say." He quirked his brow, clearly proud of himself as he slumped down into his chair.

"Where is Y/n?" She demanded the very thing she came for.

"Monica, if you don't mind, there's an extremely dangerous witch out there right now and I need to find her location and get a team out to extract her. I won't let her slip through our grasps again." He brushed her off, nodding to the door as to excuse her.

"You son of a bitch." She let out a forced laugh, purely fueled by anger.

"Captain Rambeau, I am your director-" He sat up, his voice low and controlling before being abruptly forced to silence.

"WHERE IS Y/N?" Her voice shot directly into him as she slammed her fists onto the edge of his desk.

"Agent Y/L/N? She isn't with you and your little squad?" He almost laughed.

"No one's heard from her since the hex was taken down and Wanda disappeared..." She said, ignoring his mocking tone.

"She's missing?" He questioned, leaning back in his chair to process. He brought his fist to his mouth as he thought, both people in the office now stuck in their own thoughts. As a sickening feeling started circling in Monica's stomach, an equally sickening smile slowly crept onto Hawyard's face.

"Well," he smirked, "One less problem for me to deal with."

Without a second thought, Monica launched forward. To his luck, the captain was snapped back from him by two hands hooked around her arm. She stumbled slightly as she was pulled back away from the desk, struggling as she attempted to escape her held position.

Darcy squeezed her arm, dragging her out of her blind rage and slowly settling her back to reality. Hayward stood from his chair, brushing himself off and readjusting his coat as he let out a laugh.

"Monica, he's not worth it." Darcy whispered, the sound of her voice calming her down.

Hayward leaned over her desk, bringing himself just before Monica so that their heads were only inches apart. "You're lucky techy was here to save you." He sneered, "Finally, someone has some common sense." He nodded to Darcy as she gently pulled Monica towards the door and out of the room.

"Don't fucking start." Darcy glared back at him, rethinking her move to hold Monica back from putting him exactly where he should be.

Doing everything in their power to keep their heads, the pair made it through the base, taking every chance they could to make sure they hadn't drawn any unwanted attention. Pulling off into a vacant corridor, Darcy stopped in front of a locked door at the end of the hall.

"Jimmy, it's us." She said at the door, just loud enough for the sound to make it through the metal barrier.

Monica furrowed her brows, the voice she was assuming to hear never following Darcy's as they stood in front of the locked door.

Darcy sighed, "Doctor Darcy Lewis." She rolled her eyes, stepping aside as she looked back at Monica.

"Captain Monica Rambeau...?" She hesitated, confused as she stated her name, before hearing the door click.

"Oh, thank god!" Jimmy let out a sigh of relief as he let the two into the room. "You were out there forever, I was starting to get worried."

Quickly locking the door behind them, Monica stared at her friend. "What was that?" She asked, referring to the use of their titles.

"You could've been anybody, I was just being precautious." He shrugged, placing two coffee cups down onto the table behind him.

The three went silent for a moment, an unsettling feeling sinking in through all four corners of the room. Everything had only gotten worse since their return to SWORD, and with every second that passed, the more worry settled between them. Monica paced around the room, her mind clouded with anger towards Hayward and the unknown about her partner scaring her more than anything.

"He didn't know anything?" Jimmy asked as he watched Monica storm around the room.

"Only that he's glad she's missing. That bastard wants her dead." Monica's stride faltered slightly at the thought. "Darcy, can you get us access to the security feed in Hayward's office?" Monica snapped her fingers at the only next step she could think of.

"Come on," Darcy spun over to the laptop stationed on the desk, "You already know I can."

With a few taps to the keyboard and multiple different screens of data neither Monica nor Jimmy dared to try and understand, Darcy pulled up the live feed streaming directly of the director's office.

"So it's true then?" Hayward spoke to two armed guards that stood before his desk. Darcy turned up their receiving end, making sure to catch every word of the conversation as the friends gathered around the computer.

"Yes, sir. Agent Y/n L/n never reentered the base after the Westview mission." One of the guards confirmed.

"Well did you at least check her tracker?" He let out a frustrated scoff.

"Affirmative. Her tracking chip appears to have been damaged and is currently offline." The other chimed in.

"Dammit. Now we have two missing psychos out for our asses." He rubbed his head, the stress in his voice evident, although he tried to hide it well.

"Sir, what are our orders?" The more confident of the two questioned.

"What are your orders? Fucking find her. This is our top priority. Go and assist the team out on finding Maximoff. Bring them both back here." He yelled.

"And how-" The one started before he was cut off by Hayward's fist slamming against the table.

"I don't care what you have to do. Bring them both back here, dead or alive." He ordered, darting his hand sharply through the air.

Monica, Darcy, and Jimmy sat frozen, their eyes glued to the screen as panic shot through their veins. With the addition of Hayward on her case, Y/n was in more trouble than they thought. Their minds raced, each trying to come up with any sort of plan they could.

"We've got to get to her before he does." Jimmy managed to say.

"Maybe if I can see what happened to her tracker, I could narrow it down to a possible location." Darcy desperately started typing away on the keyboard.

"It's worth a shot." Jimmy encouraged, leaning over Darcy's shoulder.

Monica returned to her pace, making sure to keep her eyes on the laptop as Darcy worked her magic. They needed to find her... before he did.

"C'mon Y/n... where are you?"