Life Of Y/n Banner// Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Chapter 23

"It's not possible." I said before starting to bite my nails. "It's not possible to have an exact match. No one in the entire world has matching DNA. Not like this."

"What if it's not another person?" Wanda asked.

"What do you mean?"

"What if it's you?" I stared blankly at her. "Maybe there are other variables that you haven't considered."

"Did you just say 'variables' as a way to make you're sentence sound more scientific?"

"Possibly."

I giggled, "You're adorable."

She blushed, "Thank you, but really, when you think about this more try considering things outside the box. Maybe something you think is absolutely impossible. Other than the matching DNA thing...but right now...you need to sleep."

"I'll sleep later."

"Nuh-uh. You have school tomorrow." she said and pecked a kiss on my forehead.

"Actually..." I stopped as I saw she was now staring at me intensely. "I kind of...may have...been out too many times."

"Meaning..."

"I got kicked out."

"Y/n!"

"I'm sorry. I had two months out with the coma and three months cause of my dad and then the past week and a half because of you...they couldn't give me any more chances."

"Wait...you didn't go to school because of me?"

"Yeah," I looked down at my hands as I rubbed them together. Something I do when I'm anxious, something I got from my dad. "I was worried about you, I couldn't sleep and if it weren't for Natasha almost forcing food down my throat I don't think I would have eaten either. I didn't have an appetite, the thought of loosing you made me nauseous."

There was a small silence as she sat down next to me and cuddle into my chest.

"I'm sorry." she said. 

We didn't talk for the rest of the night, although we fell asleep pretty quickly. My mind kept drifting back and forth between things. But the one that stuck, was a dream I had about my dad. Although it felt more like a memory. We were in the house I grew up in. Everything was exactly as I remember seeing it as a child, from the way the curtains draped down to the floor to the chip on the kitchen counter from when I accidentally hit it with my bat a little too hard. The only reason this stood out to me was because whenever I have dreams, especially about my dad, there's never this detailed. I know that probably sounds crazy but there was always something wrong about the setting, the door was the wrong color or the stairs were too wide or the couch was too small. But there was nothing wrong. Everything was perfect. 

The dream started with me and my dad playing Monopoly, I was about 8 at the time so my dad let me cheat a little. We weren't very far into the game when my dad had to use the bathroom. The second he walked out of the bathroom, the doorbell rang. He walked to the door and opened it to find a little boy and who I assumed to be his mother. I stood up and walked to my dad's side. The adults voices muffled out as the boy and I just stared at each other. It was a couple minutes before my dad's voice came through the void and told the lady and her son to leave.

He gently closed the door and smiled down at me before sitting back down at the table to continue the game. But something in me felt off. Something about that boy felt familiar, like I had seen him before or known him before. But to my knowledge, I hadn't. The dream faded out as my dad and I continued the game and had a great time of laughing and bickering.

When I woke up, it appeared to still be dark outside and I was still sitting on the floor against my door with Wanda curled up in my arms. She was so peaceful in her sleep, the slow rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips were slightly parted, the way her red curls fell softly on her face. But suddenly, she wasn't so peaceful. She wasn't panicking but her breathing got slightly faster, her lips grew into a small smile and a blush started to tint her cheeks. She was still sleeping but just dreaming. 

I wanted to just sit there and wonder what she was dreaming about but I also didn't want us to stay sleeping on the floor. So, very gently I removed her arms around my waist and picked her up bridal style. I first laid her down on the bed before moving to the other side to also lay down. Once I did I snuggled into her chest and listened to the sound of her heartbeat to fall back asleep.

The next time I woke up, I was alone. I figured Wanda was probably in the kitchen but when I checked she wasn't there. As a matter of fact, no one was around. I looked at the clock.

10:52 a.m.

Wow, that's a little late for me. But where is everyone.

"Ms. Banner," the sudden female voice made me jump. "Ms. Banner, I've been trying to wake you up all morning."

"What's wrong F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" I asked a hint of worry filling my gut.

"The others went on a mission two hours ago, no one's heard back from them."

I froze.

Then someone started to rapidly knock on the front door.

"It's Nick Fury. Should I let him in?"

"Yes." I said. I heard the door unlock and seconds later, slam shut.

"Y/n! Where have you been?! I have been calling you non-stop!" Fury yelled.

"I-I was sleeping," I said. "What's going on? Friday said everyone went on a mission and no one's bheard anything."

"That's exactly what's going on. I sebt the others on an infiltration mission and the comms went out about 30 minutes in. I sent a couple of agents in to see what was going on but I haven't gotten an answer from them either. I need you to go in."

"Okay. Let me get my things."

I ran to Tony's lab, grabbing and putting on my suit, a couple of hand guns and a few of Natasha's knives (she wouldn't mind, I mean after all I am going to save her so). Within 10 minues we were out the door and in a Quinjet, heading for the site.

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Merry Christmas Eve, hope everyones having a happy holidays.