Y/n was kidnapped by Hydra and exposed to the mind stone, receiving powers nobody quite understood the extent of.
After a year and a half under Hydra captivity, she was rescued by the Avengers in Russia on their search for Loki's sceptre. After Nat...
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WANDA POV
As soon as my feet touch the floor, I feel Y/n's arms unwrap from my waist and by the time I've reopened my eyes, she's vanished.
I sigh, gathering my bearings and cast a look around the room she had brought me to. The ceiling was covered in watermarks and the light shining through the shabby curtains cast a greyish tone to everything. I recognised the sofa from one of the pictures on Y/n's wall.
We must be in her old flat in London. Did she not sell it when she moved to the US?
Walking over to the window, I peer through the curtains and look down on the drab alleyway below, litter blowing along the path in the wind. Shutting the curtains back up, I turn back to face the room.
I hear a shower turn on down the hall and breathe a small sigh of relief to know she's at least still in the flat. I start tiptoeing towards the noise, locating two doors, one locked and the other one cracked open. Pushing it in further, I find a small, square room, painted white with a single bed and a wardrobe pushed up against the wall.
I decide to take a seat on the bed, crossing my legs and leaning against the wall, waiting for Y/n. After what feels like hours, she finally emerges from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, eyes swollen and avoiding any contact with mine. I watch as she shuffles over to the wardrobe, turning invisible to change.
I can hear tiny whimpers and grunts of pain as she seemingly struggles to dress and I fight the urge to rush up and help her, instead waiting patiently for her to reappear.
When she does, turning to face me, I can't help but gasp when I see the trail of red running down her arm.
"Y/n, you're bleeding!"
Jumping up from the bed, I hurry to her side and try to locate the source of the wound.
"I'm fine. It'll heal." Y/n responds her voice a hoarse whisper.
"Well, why hasn't it already?"
I raise my brow at her sternly, rolling up the sleeve of her t-shirt and finding a bullet wound in her shoulder. She hisses as I lightly run my fingertips near it, trying to yank her arm away.
"I think the bullet's still in there. I've got to get it out."
"It's fine, I can do it."
"Y/n, for God's sake. Please just let me help you!"
Her eyes widen slightly as she holds her arm back out for me and I feel a twinge of guilt for snapping at her.
Supporting her bicep in one hand, I begin to summon my powers in the other, focusing them on the wound on Y/n's shoulder.
I can sense the location of the bullet and start manipulating the tendrils to extract it, my thumb supporting her arm soothingly stroking her skin at each hiss and whimper.
