One Shots

Mutant Pt2 - Wanda x Reader

Someone on AO3 requested for me to continue this, so here we go! >:]

Gender-Neutral - They/Them pronouns used throughout.

3rd Person POV

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Beauty Amongst Pain

"What are we supposed to do with them? They won't answer anything!" Tony exclaims, the lines on his forehead growing more prevalent. "They've only eaten once since they got here so now we have a stubborn and hangry beast in the basement."

Wanda is splayed out across the sofa in the back of the room. A book hides her prying eyes as she listens in on the older Avenger's conversation.

"Have we tried offering raw meat? So far they've rejected cooked meals." Natasha suggests, making Wanda's nose scrunch in disgust.

"They may be a Mutant but they're still Human, right? What Human would eat raw meat?" Clint asks with a grimace. Nat shrugs, opening the floor for aby other ideas.

"We could just give them that one dish they did eat again?" Steve says, glancing toward an occupied Thor. "What was it you gave them the other morning, Thor?"

Wanda sieses up. Her breath catches in her throat. As Thor happily bounces over to the circled group, Wanda's heart begins to pound.

"Ah yes, that would've been vegan pancakes with some banana slices on the side for optional toppings!" Thor declares, looking toward Wanda with a proud grin. "It was actually Wan-" He stops himself upon spotting her pleading eyes. He quickly recovers with, "-derful to create!"

Tony and Natasha give the God a skeptical look, both noticing his odd pronunciation. Thankfully Steve pipes up, "Vegan? The Kid's vegan?"

Thor furtively peeks at Wanda for confirmation before saying, "Yep! That's probably why your meals are inadequate compared to mine." He boasts, enjoying the competitive scowl appearing on Tony's face.

"Why didn't one of you just ask them?" Wanda scoffs a little too loudly, triggering all heads to whirl her way.

"What was that, Witchy?" Tony jests, one brow raised in challenge.

"You've been struggling to feed them for two days yet none of you thought to ask Y/N what they like? I'm surprised the thought of them having dietary needs wasn't brought until Natasha just now, and even then she was way off." Wanda concludes her rant by slamming her book closed. She's quick to depart, well aware of the grenade she'd just left behind.

Nat, Steve and the others all look to each other for answers to Wanda's random outburst. They come up short and decide to resume the matter at a later date.

"Right, well," Clint begins. "I guess I'm making a vegan dinner tonight...Thor, mind giving me a hand? Since you already have a knack for it?"

"Uhh," Thor's eyes lock to were Wanda made her exit, begging for the red head to return. "Yes, I have a wide knowledge of vegan human foods." He lies abysmally, yet somehow no one bats an eye. The Avengers are so accustomed to Thor's peculiar mannerisms and speech they can't differentiate between his true voice and his dismal one.

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Y/N's ears twitch at the sound of light footsteps descending. They clamber onto the mattress, it being the furthest place to the door of the cell.

Since Wanda's impromptu visit Y/N's been hoping the woman will return. So far two painfully long days have passed without her company.

Y/N's memorised the footsteps of every Avenger that's come down. So far they know Black Widow, Thor and Iron Man's. Tonight's however, has a new pattern and pace. Whoever the culprit is, they're quick and quiet. Almost identical to the Widow's. Almost.