Wrong House To Break Into (Natasha X Wanda X Y/n)

1. Breaking In

TW- kidnapping, anxiety attack (just putting that there to be safe)

A/N- I'd love to see everyone's comments on this, also let me know if you have anywhere you'd like to see this story go!

I'm fairly new to writing so yeah, I hope you like it.

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I carefully pick the lock of a nice house, hoping this will be quick. I have no home, been living on the streets my whole life. That is why I steal from the rich. As I hear the final pin in the lock click, I carefully open the door, hoping it's not squeaky.

I creep into the entryway, there looks to be an office to the right, and a kitchen nearby. Walking towards the office, I keep my eyes out for any tech that I could use or sell-

An alarm goes of, waking everyone up and alerting them of my presence. Shit. Grabbing a couple small devices, I shove them into my vest, it has a lot of pockets. Hearing two sets of footsteps, I realize that the front door shut and locked itself. Making up my mind I decide to hide in a closet. (A/n like my gay ass did lmao)

Shutting the closet door, I grab the knife that I keep in my boot. Slowly feeling around the closet, it seems to have coats that I can somewhat hide behind. Moving painfully slow as to not make noise, I shift myself so I am situated behind the coats.

"Who is there?" A slightly raspy voice loudly demands. Not being a complete idiot, I don't move or make any noise. The footsteps walk around for a minute before stopping somewhere close.

Bright light shines into the closet as I hear two guns cocking.

"We know you're in there. Get. Out. Now." The raspy voice demands, making me shiver.

"Ok, I'm getting out," I quietly say, knowing me and my knife are no match for two people with guns. As I step out of the closet, I see two angry looking redheads, one gun pointed at my head, the other at my chest. I step away from them in surprise as I raise my hands in surrender, dropping my knife to the hard floor with a clatter. They take a step towards me as I take a step back until I hit a wall and can't get further away from them.

"Why did you break in?" The taller one demands.

"I- I just-" looking down, I'm having trouble answering due to my anxiety. I start fiddling with my fingers while my heart rate and breathing increases.

"You what," the taller one demands again, at this point I'm trembling against the wall.

"I- I just n-need uhm food," I manage to get out, glancing up at their faces.

"Why do you need food? Don't you have a family or something?" The raspier one asks. I feel like I can't form words to answer so I just shake my head no.

"No family, where do you live?" The taller one questions.

"The st-streets," I say.

"Whats your name?" She asks, a bit softer this time.

"Y/n"

"Last name?"

"Don't h-have one," I say, looking down at my hands again.

"I'm Wanda and this is Natasha," Wanda says as she lowers her gun and walks towards me. She reaches towards me, making me flinch. "Don't do anything stupid and I won't have to hurt you," she says as she removes everything I stole from my pockets and puts them on a shelf.

"What are you going to do to me?" I whimper. I've never been caught stealing before, and it really doesn't go well with my anxiety.

"We need to discuss that, come with me," Natasha tells me, gesturing with her gun for me to go towards a closed door. I walk to it and glance back at her. "Open it," she demands. I comply with shaky hands and open the door.

I look in to see a staircase leading down into darkness. I am pushed down, and stumble slightly before catching myself. Natasha follows me, turning on the lights. I pause as I see a straight hallway with a few doors.

Glancing back, Wanda walks past me while Natasha keeps her gun pointed at me. Knowing I have no chance of escaping the armed women right now, I follow Wanda.

She stops at a wooden door and unlocks it, grabbing my shaking hand and dragging me into the room. The room has a large bed, wooden dresser, closet and door that probably leads to a bathroom, as well as a desk.

I am shoved into the wall, with my back against it and Wanda's hand furmly wrapped around my neck. God this is hot- wait what?? I'm being kidnapped this isn't supposed to be hot!

Wanda smirks as a light blush spreads across my face. "You're gonna do what mommy and daddy say and be a good girl. We won't hesitate to punish you," Wanda whispers in my ear.

Flustered, all I can do is nod my head.

"Good girl," she praises, making me just about melt. "Go lay down on the bed with your wrists above your head," she demands.

Looking at her and then to Natasha, I see that she is dead serious. Natasha closed the door and is standing near it, watching us. As Wanda let's go of my neck and let's me off of the wall, I slowly walk over to the bed sitting on the edge.

"Lay down," Natasha demands as she walks towards me.

"No," I try to firmly say, but it comes out more as a whisper.

"I won't ask twice," she says.

"I-I'm not doing it," I say, trying to hold my ground. She pushes me down onto my back as I try to push her away. "Get off me!" I yell at her.

Slapping me, she growls, "You never raise your voice at me or mommy, do you understand?"

With her hand squeezing my throat, all I can do is nod, panicking as I realize I'm not getting out of this soon. She releases a bit of pressure from my throat, letting me catch my breath. My breathing doesn't even out though, it continues getting more and more ragged.

She goes to move my hands above my head, but I feel paralyzed with them tucked infront of my chest, my whole body trembling.

Surprisingly, she stops trying to move my arms. "Wanda," she says towards her.

"Hmm?" Wanda asks as she turns away from whatever she was doing, towards us.

"Can you help her with this?" Natasha asks, gesturing towards my trembling form.

"Mhm," she hums as she walks towards me. Not knowing what she was going to do, all I could do was lay under Natasha. My mind was racing over terrible scenarios that could happen to me. How I fucked up big time breaking into this house.

Her fingers- red wisps came out of them and rushed towards me. Before I could react, I felt my mind soften, it relaxed. It was nice at first, but now I just feel numb. No fear, no worry, nothing. I wanted to be worried about what she did, but it felt like my brain had been drugged.

Red wisps were still coming out of her fingers, God, how can being kidnapped be so fucking hot?!

Before I can think anything else, Natasha grabs my limp arms and helps Wanda cuff them to the headboard, while all i can think about is the readhead on top of me and the one next to me.

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Stay slutty ya simps
-Smoky