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

3. Falling

A/N- please comment and vote
TW- nome I think

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The two women leave the room without so much as a glance towards me. Leaving me cold, hungry and alone, if you don't count the dead body.

I wake up with a gasp, as I feel the bed dip beneath the weight of someone. Scrambling away, I see Wanda sitting on my bed with some food and water. Ungracefully falling off the bed, I realize I am no longer cuffed to the headboards.

"Whatchya doing?" Wanda inquires, chuckling at my ungracefulness.

"Y- you killed her!" I say as I scramble away from her.

"Who? Oh, the other girl?"

I nod my head.

"Oh no, she's still alive. Must've been a dream," Wanda casually states. "When was the last time you've eaten Doe?"

My stomach growls at the mention of food, and I am quite thirsty. Wanda gestures for me to sit on the bed with her, I shake my head, not wanting to get any closer to her.

"Come sit," she demands.

Trembling against the wall, I look down and shake my head.

She stands up and walks towards me. As I try to move away, she grabs my jaw and makes me look up at her.

"I don't like repeating myself kitten," she growled, keeping constant eye contact. "Do what I told you to do." With that, she let go of my jaw.

Whimpering, I walk to the bed and sit, curling my knees up to my chest. She follows and sits next to me.

Taking a closer look at the food she brought, I see a grilled cheese sandwich with some eggs. Pretty good meal for where I come from.

She hands me the plate, I take it with unsteady hands. Not trusting that they haven't done anything to the food, I look at her. She gives me a look that makes me realize that not eating isn't an option.

Eating the food, I savor the taste, as this is the best food I've had in a while. I can't help but hope I won't have to live off of scraps.

Once I've finished with the food, I reach for the water and Wanda hands it to me. I drink it all. This whole time, Wanda has been watching me like a creep.

Feeling uncomfortable, I look at her. "Why am I here?" I quietly ask, resting my chin on my knees.

"Do you have anywhere better to be," Wanda states, not as a question.

That made me think. I guess not really? I have no family, no home. Just living off the streets, stealing food and things to survive.

Wanda stands up, taking the empty plate and cup. "Get comfortable in here," she says as she walks towards the door.

"Wait," I know it's wrong, but I don't want her to leave. She stops and looks at me, annoyance visible in her face.

"I don't wanna be alone again," I whisper, fiddling with my fingers.

Her facial features soften hearing that. "I'll come back after I put these away, I'll be right back Doe." She turns around and leaves, locking the door.

Getting up, I wander around the room. I was right, the second door leads to a bathroom. From what I've seen, this house is very nice. Natasha and Wanda probably have quite a bit of money...

The closet has some clothes of all sizes. Some look like they'd fit me. All casual and comfortable stuff. The dresser drawers are locked, which is odd. Moving on, I wander to the desk. Opening the drawers, I see art supplies.

I don't know what I was expecting, but this definitely wasn't it. Digging door into the drawers, I find all sorts of mediums. I've never really gotten into art, as finding enough food and a decent place to sleep takes quite a bit of time.

Hearing footsteps coming coming down the hallway, I shove the drawer closed with a clank. Moving to sit on the bed, I start fiddling with my fingers.

The footsteps come closer and halt right outside of my door. Slowly, the lock clicks as a key is inserted and turned. The door handle turns as the door is pushed open.

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