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
~ Wednesday ~
When I wake the next morning, Y/n is turned into my chest, eyes unfocused and staring into space. She doesn't react when I brush a strand of hair past her face, tucking it behind her ear.
"Morning, Y/n."
No reply.
"Are you hungry? I'll make us some breakfast."
Unwrapping my arms from her shoulders, I slip out of bed and pad into the kitchen. After checking all the cupboards, I realise we have all the ingredients to make her favourite pancakes and get to work mixing the batter.
Assembling the fluffy disks onto a plate, I add a sprinkle of sugar with a squeeze of lemon and step back to admire my culinary skills.
Y/n was still curled in a ball under the covers, a distant expression on her sullen face.
"I made pancakes. With sugar and lemon! Do you want some? Y/n?"
Still no response.
Setting the plate down on the bedside table, I retrieve Reggie from the floor of the living room, tuck him beside Y/n and then retreat to the main room, shutting the door behind me.
Slumping down on the sofa, I rest my head in my hands while I rack my brain for some way to help. I didn't want to smother her, when Pietro died I needed some time alone, but what if she doesn't want to be alone? I don't want to leave her alone.
No. She needs time.
I serve myself some pancakes before cleaning up the kitchen, washing the pans and putting everything away. Settling back onto the couch, I switch on the Tv and pick up where I left off on The Office yesterday.
My stomach starts to grumble around midday so I decide to make myself a sandwich. After much debate, I make an extra one and tiptoe to the bedroom, knocking softly before letting myself in. The pancakes sat untouched on the table and Y/n hadn't moved an inch.
"I made you a sandwich. I'll just put it here, please try to eat it."
Swapping the pancakes for the sandwich, I crouch down next to the bed, trying to make eye contact with her.
"What can I do?"
After a moment, her eyes drag towards mine and she whispers a feeble "I'm okay."
"Let me help you, Y/n. Please."
But her eyes had drifted from mine and zoned back out, her thoughts far from me. Standing back up, I take the pancakes and walk back to the sofa with a heavy heart.
