Taught by a Witch | Wanda Maximoff x Female reader

Healing Wounds

By the time Y/n had made it back to the house, the sun had almost completely set beyond the mountains and a few stars were peaking out from behind the cloudy night sky. Y/n carried herself up the steps, her breath short and slightly staggered as she tapped her muddy boots against the house. She held her chest, trying to catch her breath; unable to figure out why her exhales were slightly staggered and cut off. She brushed it off, taking as deep a breath as her lungs could allow, and quietly pushed open the door.

The house was motionless, only the flickering light of soft orange flames spreading light throughout the space. There in the living room, small streams of red light were spreading to the fireplace, igniting a fire against the wood logs. Bringing the magic back to her hands, Wanda pulled the sleeves of her creme-colored sweater over her hands, seeming satisfied with the warmth the fire brought into the cold house.

"Y/n," Wanda slightly jumped seeing the girl still in front of the doorway, "I didn't know you were back."

"Yeah, er- sorry." Y/n trailed her hands to rub behind her neck.

Wanda's lips pressed into a straight line as she looked at Y/n, clearly wanting to say a million things but keeping every one to herself as she turned back to the fire. Y/n watched as she pushed another log onto the stack, feeling the heat radiate all the way to where she was standing as the blaze burned a shade of dark rust. Y/n furrowed her brows as Wanda's eyes stayed turned away from her view.

"...You okay?" She asked, her voice just above a whisper.

Wanda kept herself turned for a moment, briefly squeezing her eyes shut before lifting them to turn and meet Y/n's. Wanda's gaze traveled from Y/n's face down her body, her eyes stopping at a dark spot on her stomach, not far above her waist.

Wanda's brows furrow as the spot grows bigger, "Y/n...?"

Without another thought, Wanda paces over to Y/n, pressing her fingers against the soaked area as Y/n winces in pain.

"Oh my god," Wanda's eyes go wide as she pulls back her hand, a deep red liquid coating her fingertips.

Y/n caught on to what was happening, her hand meeting her side as Wanda rushed her to the couch.

"Wanda, I'm fine..." Y/n coughed, as she attempted to stand back up from the couch.

"Sit down." Wanda demanded with a sharp breath. Her eyes flashing a quick glimpse of the same color that was spilling out of Y/n's torso.

Wanda pulled a bucket from under the sink, leaving it to fill with water as she raised her hands. Scarlet energy twisted between her fingertips as she concentrated on the empty countertop, bending the rules of matter and warping reality as she conjured up gauze and bandages onto the space in front of her. Y/n softly grunts in pain as Wanda crouches down beside her, ringing out a damp cloth over the bucket. Wanda leans over Y/n, bringing her hands to the edge of her black long sleeve shirt. Without hesitation, Wanda bunched up the cloth in her hands, pushing it back just before her chest revealing the deep wound that had reopened on Y/n's walk through the woods.

It was as if the pain Y/n was under has momentarily subsided, her face going red hot as she felt Wanda lift her shirt and her fingers brush against her skin underneath. Wanda looked at Y/n, the crimson tint to her face, causing a similar one to appear on her own. She hadn't even realized what she had done in the past few moments. She quickly shook her head, taking the rag from the bucket and refocusing on the cut displayed on Y/n's side.

"This might sting a little..." Wanda concentrated, lifting the cloth to her wound.

As Wanda slowly applied pressure, the pain Y/n felt bubbled up, causing her to grunt and tightly screw her eyes shut.