Indigo Meets Scarlet 2 (Wanda x Y/n)

chapter twentyfive

Y/N POV

After getting the call from Maria, the entire team make their way down to the third floor to the reinforced containment cell that Tony had built to hold the Hulk in case of emergencies whilst Pepper stays in the Avengers penthouse with Emilia.

"Oh, Fury! Tony, Steve! All of you, thank god! What's going on here?" Bruce questions as soon as he sees us enter the room, rushing forwards despite the chain on his ankle.

I find myself stepping in front of Wanda, the memory of Banner holding her in a headlock a little too fresh for me to be comfortable with them being in the same room.

I feel Wanda's hand take mine and give it a gentle squeeze having heard my angered thoughts.

*It's okay, детка (baby).*

"Where have you been, Banner?" Fury demands, scoffing at the scientist's confused expression.

"I woke up somewhere in Canada after the Hulk took charge in Sokovia. It was a nightmare trying to get back here with no documents."

"Why didn't you try calling us? Or getting back on the jet?" Tony challenges, pulling one of the chairs from against the wall to sit on.

"The jet was smashed on landing. As for trying to call you, it's amazing how little people care these days. Not a single person would let me use their phone!"

*Search him.* Fury's voice fills my mind and glancing between the director and Wanda, who had also heard this command, I look to the floor to hide the glow in my eyes as I summon my powers.

Scanning his thoughts, I compare his story with Wanda's to make sure we were reading the same, coming to the conclusion his story seems to check out, though the occasional blank spots in his mind did raise suspicion. We decide not to think too much into it, putting it down to moments he was asleep.

*He's telling the truth.*

"Release him," Fury orders and a guy dressed in a military uniform appears from the shadowed corner and unlocks the restraints around Bruce's ankle. "Sorry, Banner. You can never be too careful these days, I hope you understand."

"'Course," He mutters, bending down to rub the tender skin the cuff left behind.

"Wilson, Barnes, escort him to his room so he can get settled. Welcome back, Bruce."

The three men exit the room, the rest of us waiting for further instructions from the director so we can go back to our beds.

"Stark, Rogers and Romanoff, I need to speak with you. Y/l/n and Maximoff, you're dismissed. Oh, and Vision, you can, uh, go do whatever it is you do here," Fury waves his hand towards the door and we take his queue, hurrying out into the hall, almost getting trapped by the agent already closing it behind us.

"What is it that you do here, Vision?" I ask and Wanda, who's still holding my hand, squeezes my fingers warningly at my tone.

*Y/n.*

*What? You told me to get to know him, didn't you?*

"Hmm?" I prompt after I receive no reply, about to walk away when he finally responds.

"I mainly do research for Mr Stark or train to better understand my new body."

"Oh, how interesting!"

*You're just being rude now.*

"Thank you, Miss Y/l/n. Congratulations on your relationship, by the way. You are happy, Miss Maximoff?"