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Sometimes things don't work out. Sometimes that's no one's fault. It could be the wrong timing, or you just aren't compatible. There doesn't necessarily have to be any feelings of malice.
If this was the case with you and Wanda, then why were you so hurt? Why was there this sharp pain in your chest when you were around her? Why would your eyes start to water when thinking about her?
It wasn't fair. There was no one to be mad at, yet you had so much anger locked inside of you. Luckily, as an Avenger, there were plenty of ways to channel that anger.
It was hard pretending like you were fine. Wanda was fine, she pretended what had never happened. She could talk to you just like you were any other friend.
Technically, that's all you were to her. Any other friend. A friend that knew the curves of her body, a friend that had experienced the feeling of her lips on your neck, a friend that had a fair knowledge of the most vulnerable parts of her.
You didn't get to think about it a lot. How could you? At any moment she could be in your head, and it would be game over. You would ruin whatever relationship you have with her now.
Your masking was pretty good. Your smiles reached your eyes, you were just about as talkative as you'd always been, and you weren't prioritizing work over everything. It was almost perfect, except for when you'd be in the field.
Originally, your fighting style was all about technique and skill. You were the type of fighter who would lock your enemy in a sleeper hold and have them out in seconds. Now, you admittedly went for a more aggressive tactic.
There were more punches, elbows, kicks; and each one was thrown at nearly full force. It was more dangerous, especially if things didn't go as planned.
Like now, for example, the team was severely outnumbered. There wasn't a moment to let up. There was a punch being thrown and another to dodge. Though it was stressful, you felt good.
The enemies started to pile up around you as soon as they saw how fast you were knocking them out, they prioritized you as a threat.
You didn't slow down. For a moment, your team could help but watch your brutal efforts against the enemies. It's like they could finally see all the rage that was boiling inside you.
There was a pile of bodies at your feet, but that didn't matter if they were still coming at you. Every punch you threw was a death blow.
" Jesus Christ, since when does she fight like that," Natasha said to no one in particular.
" I know she's a machine in there," Tony mimicked some of your movements.
" We'll ask about it after we help her," Steve said as he rejoined the fray.
Everyone joins in to help you except for Wanda. She can't take her eyes off of this vicious side of you. Nothing about your attack was calculated or precise. It was simply rage-fueled.
She couldn't help herself as she slipped into your mind. Her hands shot over her ears. There was terrible screaming going on in your head. It wasn't necessarily an angry scream, but she couldn't place the emotion.
It was almost like a loss. It was as if something had just been ripped away from you and all you could do was scream. All that she could gather was that you were in pain.
" We could use a little help over here, Wanda," Steve broke her out of her trance.
" Find cover," the woman lifted herself into the air, eyes glowing red. She waited for the team to follow orders before letting out an explosive amount of energy, leveling the rest of the enemies.

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