Peter Stark: one shots

out of control [wandanat]

^The fanart isnt mine (idk who's it is) but it need appreciating

Wanda's pov

I don't remember much about it. I just remember a pain in my heart. My soul. He's dead. No. He cant be. But he is.

I drop to the floor. My heart shatters to pieces and magic flies from my hands, hitting anything close enough to me. What am I supposed to do without him? He's all I have left.

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Nat's pov

Wanda hasn't left her room since Pietro died. It's understandable though, he was the only family she had left.

Wanda's been living with us for about a year now, ever since Ultron destroyed sokovia. She always seemed quite happy with Pietro but now she's just broken and alone. She doesn't really talk to anyone and we try not to bother her too much until she's ready.

But today when I walk past her room, I hear quiet, quick whisper through the door. I press my ear against the wood so that I can hear what she's saying. Things like 'come on' and 'what's the matter with me.'

I hear her groan and then something smash against the wall. Is she okay? I knock on the door, but open it even after hearing her tell me to go away.

"I said go away Nat." She doesn't even look up from her hands that sit on her lap.

"Not until you tell me what's going on." I look around her room, there's stuff everywhere: broken pots and clothes strewn across the floor. "What happened in here?"

"Nothing!" She whips her head up towards me and red magic flies around my body as I feel myself fly backwards. I hit the wall and slump to the floor.

"Ow" I rub my hand to my head. "Why did you do that?!"

Wanda sobs but doesn't say anything, just staring at her hands before looking up at me and hiding them behind her back. I take a small step closer and wanda steps back. As I take another step, she pulls her hands back in front of her, chaos magic dances on her fingertips.

"Stop doing that..." i keep walking forward.

"I-I can't. I don't..." she pauses staring at her hands as tears begin to roll down her cheeks. "I don't know how."

"When did you lose control?" I close her door behind me and carefully walk to her bed, perching on the corner.

"When Pietro..." she trails off and more tears escape down her cheeks. I pull her into a hug and feel my shirt stick to my shoulder, damp with Wanda's salty tears.

"Maybe... maybe I could help? If you wanted?" I offer, pulling back slightly to look her in the eye. She nods shakily as I wipe away a stray tear running down her face.

—————————————[training a few weeks later]

"Hit me."

"What? No!"

"C'mon hit me! Do it!" I bounce on the balls of my feet in front on wanda. She goes to punch me and i duck under it. I lightly punch her stomach. "Fight back. No powers."

"I can't."

"Yes. You can. Now hit me!" I tap her again. She goes to punch me again but i dodge and punch her, a little harder this time. As she goes to hit me a third time, i block it and punch her harder again. I see magic swirl between her fingers and stop. "Control it."

"I can't do it Nat."

"Control it." I repeat.

Wanda closes her eyes and slowly, I see the magic start to fade. She opens her eyes with a smile, staring at her hands.