Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Dark!WandaNat x Reader: No Escape

An: Buckle up whores we've got a dark fic, multiple parts just in time for Halloween. Disclaimer, I'm not posting it at the beginning of every part, but there's a fucking a mile long lists of warnings. Smut, kidnapping, coercion, non-con themes, possibly death and murder( not sure yet). Read with caution.

Italics are dreams

Word Count: 1870

Trust is the ultimate weapon. It's hard to gain, easy to lose, and even harder to gain back once it has been lost. These days, Y/n didn't trust anyone.

She couldn't afford the betrayal. Not again. Once upon a time, she was young and naive. She believed every lie that was spewed at her. In time, that came to bite her in the ass.

It left her with a head full of worthless memories. The scars littered her body, physically and mentally. Some nights she could feel them.

They were looking for her, calling out to her, but she didn't want to be found. That's why she lived the way she did, on the run. Any type of stagnation could lead them to her. A still moment wasn't something she could afford.

For now, Y/n was settled in a little shack on the outskirts of a small town; Hidden by a thick layer of trees. It wasn't much, but that's the point.

Y/n had luxury before; in fact, she was accustomed to it. Wealth was familiar to anyone with the last name Stark, so it was familiar to Y/n.

The fall season had just begun, there was a slight chill to the air. Y/n had to gather firewood to accommodate the change.

As the cool air raked her arms, she remembered her old methods of keeping warm. Good old fashion body heat.

Her mind was flooded with thoughts of them. She was docile during those times. A small body sandwiched in between 2 pairs of muscular arms. A promise that she would be protected from any potential threat.

Her younger self didn't know that she was lying with the threat. A pawn in a grand scheme. She'd never be a pawn again.

Not for Wanda or Natasha.

Y/n grunted, possibly from the weight of the logs in her hand, or maybe from the unwanted memories.

Setting up the fire in her shack took minimal effort. She was relieved as heat started spreading through the small space.

She laid by the fire, thinking about how she ended up here. The daughter of the self-proclaimed billion dollar playboy, living like this.

It was all because of trust. Y/n's blind trust in Wanda and Natasha. The Avengers were her family.

Tony had her young. She was a product of one of many flings. Her mother wanted nothing to do with her. For Tony, it was different, Y/n was his only family. Possibly the only family he'd ever had.

Maybe he wasn't ready to be a father, but he grew into the role quickly. He wasn't a traditional father, but he did the best that he could do.

It was good enough for Y/n.

Tony was recruited for the Avengers initiative, but he said they'd have to take her on as well. Where he went, she went, and that's how Y/n ended up on the team.

She was about 19 at the time. Back then she wasn't the strongest, but her mind was sharp like her father's. In fact, it was sharper.

A mind like hers proved to be a valuable asset to the team. While Tony and Bruce had to dedicate time to both the field and lab work, Y/n could focus solely on the lab.

Her work was integral to the team. Natasha took note of that. The assassin watched Y/n like a hawk. Enamored with her brilliance and how delicate she was.