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

Chapter 25

The night wasn't as peaceful as I had hoped. Wanda didn't even want to be in the same room as me. I could tell she was really beating on herself for what happened. I tossed and turned for hours that night. Trying to get at least a minute of sleep. But it seemed impossible.

At around 3 am I finally gave up trying and I walked to Wanda's room down the hall. The door swung open just before my knuckles hit the wood. Wanda stood there as if in a haze. Her eyes were glossy and her cheeks stained pale.

"Hi," she muttered just loud enough for me to hear. Seeing her like this, pale and broken, hurt more than any physical injury I could ever have.

"Hi," I said. "I...uh...cou-couldn't-"

"Sleep?" she finished. "Yeah, me neither."

We stood there staring at each other awkwardly. Why is this so hard? It's always been easy with her.

"Do you, uh, wanna come in and watch a movie?" Wanda asked obviously trying to get rid of the awkwardness.

"Yeah." I said.

I walked into her room and she closed the door behind me. We walked over to her bed and I laid down as she turned on the TV.

"So. What do you...wanna watch?" I asked her as she sat down next to me.

"How about...a Christmas movie?" she asked.

"But it's not Christmas," I giggled. What was that? I don't giggle.

"It's October, close enough." she turned to look at me and I caught a glimpse of something in her bright green eyes. They were always shinning with happiness but today they had been darkened by sorrow. Now, that happiness, it wasn't completely gone but there was a hint of playfulness behind it. Though the more we looked at each other, the more clear the tears became.

"Hey, hey," I said as I moved closer to her until she was in my arms. "Just let it out. Okay." I brushed my fingers through her ginger curls as she cried into my shoulder. "It's okay. It's okay, I got you."

The night longed on as I sat cross legged with Wanda in my lap. The only sound being her small sobs as she continued to let out every year she had ever held back. It wasn't till the sun started peering through the blinds when she finally stopped crying.

"I'm sorry," she croaked her words barely breaking the surface from the lack of use.

"I know. But you don't need to be," I assured her continuing to rake my fingers through her hair.

"Aren't we a pair?" she half laughed.

"What do you mean?" I asked clearly seeing there was a deeper meaning to that.

"Well," she started as she readjusted herself in my lap so that now she was straddling me and looking me in the eye. "You didn't want to be with me because everyone you love and care about seems to die. And I promised that that would never happened with me and here I am putting myself at risk two days later. But the thing with me... everyone who either loves or cares about me ends up dead."

As she finished a small tear slowly made it's way down her cheek. I took my thumb and wiped it away but my hand lingered there. My other hand joining on the other side. I pulled her in so our foreheads rested on one another and said, "Well, isn't that something." It made her give a weak laugh which made me smile a little. I took my left hand and placed in under her chin, gently lifting it up and connecting her lips to mine.

I could feel her entire body melt. Our lips moved perfectly together as if one were made for the other. Her hands traveled into my hair and mine to her back. It was passionate and playful as she pulled away whilst keeping my bottom lip between her teeth.

"Look, things aren't always ideal and they don't always work the way we want but the point in the matter is that we're still alive. Yeah, some of us got hurt but you can't go through life without a little pain." I explained.

"But haven't we been through enough?" she asked pressing her forehead on mine, letting out a long sigh as she closed her eyes.

"If you had the option to erase all your pain and only have happiness in your life, would you take it?"

She opened her eyes and gave me a confused look as if to say "is that even a question".

"Yes." she said.

"But then where would you be? The lives we were given may be full of pain but...it was that pain that made us who we are. As much as we hate to go through it, our pain makes us stronger." I paused for a moment and watched her expression change as she tried to give a small smile. "If you hadn't gone through your pain and I hadn't gone through mine. Then we probably wouldn't be sitting here together. Or maybe if we erased our past pain it would erupt a new kind. And instead of becoming heroes we would be the villains."

"Maybe being the villain is easier." she whispered.

"It's not. Trust me, I know first hand. A person isn't born a villain, years and years of heartbreak and pain twists them into what we would consider...a monster. And for most villains, there's no saving them but for some there's still hope."

"Why do I feel like you're talking about someone specific?" Wanda asked and tilted her head to the side like she often did when she was confused. It was one of her most adorable quirks.

"There are many people I know who fit this category. For example...Loki."

"Loki? You mean Thor's brother, you know the one the tried to take over the world and basically destroyed New York."

"See, that's the thing about the villain. They'll try to take what they were refused." I said. "You can look at me like I'm crazy, but I've seen inside his head. His entire life he was lied to and outcast by his father. He tried everything he could possibly think of in order to win his father's love. He became jealous of Thor because he got the praise and the affection and the adoration from everyone. And no matter what he did he felt as though no one saw him. His father refused to let him use the one thing that made him feel powerful and he would never have given Loki the throne.

"And this hatred for his father began to grow and that jealousy of Thor grew to hatred as well. So much so that it blinded him. He can't see his brothers love because he no longer knows what love feels like. And he thought exactly what you just said. "What if being the villain is easier" and so he found out. Look how that played out for him. And it's gonna take him a long time before he realizes what he's done. But he will. Because Thor won't give up until he does. And that's all the villain needs. Someone to give them redemption even when they feel like they don't deserve it."

Before I could take a second to catch my breath, her lips pressed mine. It was short but it still sent a shiver down my spine. "What was that for?" I breathed.

"Because I love you. You and your philosophical lectures. I don't know how you can see the good in everyone, even when they kidnap you."

"Well you should be glad then, after all you did also kidnap me."

"Yeah, I did do that didn't I." We both laughed and shared another short kiss.

"Come on, Natasha's probably waiting at the table for pancakes." I teased.