Maximoff Theory (WandaxFtmreader)

Chapter 6

You look over to the clock, it reads 2:24 am, you know you won't be able to sleep so you get out of bed and walk to the elevator. You feel bad for what you did to Yelena, sure she was a bit of a dick but she didn't deserve a broken rib. The elevator reaches the third floor and you exit it being hit with the smell of the first night. You walk to the one room with the light still on, your hands tucked into your pockets and your head pointed to the floor. Before you can speak Yelena mutters.

"Well if it isn't glowstick samurai" She chuckles but it's followed by a pained grunt.

"Hey... I just wanted to say I'm-"

"Oh stop that you don't need to apologize. Man, what you did is like the least worse thing that has been done to me by a man." The comment of you being a man incites a feeling of euphoria in you.

"I'm still sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you- Well maybe I did I just didn't want to hurt you this bad."

"We get hurt here, whether that be physically or emotionally we all hurt. You hurt don't you?"

"What?" You manage to say after the wave of shock leaves your brain.

"Oh come on! Broken people can tell when other people are broken. Plus no hero comes without a tragic backstory."

"I'm not a hero."

"Yet."

"I won't be a hero."

"You don't believe in yourself that much do you?" She asks

"Not really. I haven't saved anyone let alone saves the world."

"I haven't saved the world, I just saved some trapped girls from disgusting men."

"You still saved people."

"I also hurt people, a lot of people, my friends." She looks distraught as the memories whirl through her brain.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." You say sounding like a therapist.

"Come sit." You walk over and sit in the chair adjacent to her bed.

"You and I are very much alike, you know that?"

"How?"

"We are closed off, we trust no one, we feel alone."

"Nothing wrong with feeling alone." You know that you are wrong.

"You should open up, to someone at least... The pain doesn't go away if you ignore it, it grows until it explodes on the people you love or innocent people. Seeing as you are a person who doesn't want to hurt anyone I would recommend not allowing that to happen."

"I don't like to talk about it..."

"Does anyone like to talk about it?" She says

"I guess not."

"Those scars, they aren't all from your swords are they?" You get embarrassed when she points it out. Looking down on the faded scars you remember the times you sat alone in your room with a razor digging into your wrists, thighs, and stomach, just trying to feel something. You had been clean from self-harm for over a year but the scars were forever.

"Scars aren't something to be ashamed about, they tell stories. This scar on my leg is from digging a tracker out of myself to escape the men who trapped me." She points to the scar on her leg.

"My scars don't tell stories they just tell stupidity."

"You don't have to tell the stories, but you can tell your story."

"Not much to me."

"Bullshit."

"I'm serious."

"God I wish I was that witch so I could enter your brain just to prove you are lying."