Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Wanda Maximoff: Saving a Killer pt2

Word Count: 1059

Y/n was careful with the carcass in her arms. She was smart enough to know that leaving a trail of blood to their exact location would be a bad thing.

So instead of the blood dripping all over the ground, it soaks into her clothing. It sticks to her skin, but she tries not to focus on it.

" C-can you say something please. The quiet is unnerving," Y/n needed some type of sound to shift her focus.

" I don't often get stabbed, so excuse me for my lack of conversation."

Y/n's eyes widened," Sorry, I um... I just have this body in my hands and I- I."

Wanda sighed," Um, no, I'm sorry. Y/n, right?"

Y/n nodded," How'd you know my name?"

" Well you see, I live here," she points to her house," And you live there," then she points to your house 2 doors down.

Y/n blinks a couple of times. The realization hits her like a ton of bricks," Wanda. I didn't recognize you."

Wanda Maximoff is an upstanding member of your town. She teaches at the high school. When she's not there, she's doing anything she can to help the community. Whether it be running a street market or helping raise funds for a new playground from the school.

To think that she could've been murdered on the street was a hard pill to swallow. However, there was also some pause, what was she going to do with this dead body? How did she know what to do with a dead body?

" Sit it by that shed over there," she points to a dark corner of her backyard.

Y/n did as Wanda asked. The weight of the body floating off of her shoulders doesn't make her feel any better.

Y/n stares down at the lifeless sack of a man, drenched in his blood. The gash on his head freezes her in place.

She doesn't snap out of it until a hand rests in hers.

" Let's go," Wanda drags her away from her crime.

Though she wanted to talk before her voice had left her. Wanda led the girl into her house. Blood fell off both of the women onto Wanda's wooden floors.

" Y/n," Wanda called her to no avail, the girl's eyes were blank, she was somewhere far away.

Wanda led Y/n to her room. It was a lot of effort, but Wanda was able to sit Y/n on the floor. Her back leaned against one of Wanda's dressers.

" Stay here, ok?" Wanda spoke, but the girl showed no signs of consciousness.

With a worried glance, Wanda left Y/n. She was practically in the same room, as her bathroom was connected to her bedroom.

Wanda peeled her shirt off, blood caused it to stick to her skin. She grimaced, but continued. She rummaged through the cabinets of her bathroom, finding her medical supplies.

She braced herself as she dumped alcohol into her stab wound. Her body lurched forward at the intense burning sensation. Her body shook as she carefully dabbed the area, doing her best to clean the wound.

Her eyes closed as she tried to steal herself for what's next. She places the medical thread through the needle, preparing to sew the wound.

Wanda takes a few deep breaths before she stabs the needle into her skin. Tears prick the corners of her eyes before she can start the second stitch, the needle has slipped from her grasps.

" Fuck," she says it to herself.

Wanda doesn't hear when Y/n approaches the bathroom door. The girl watches Wanda struggle until she can't anymore.

She strides up to the red head and gently lays her hand on Wanda's. Wanda meets the girl's eyes with curiosity.

Y/n takes the needle from the woman. She leaves one of her hands to rest in Wanda's, the other one begins to expertly stitch the wound.

Wanda squeezes Y/n's hand as the woman shuts the wound. Her grip is deathly, it hurts, but Y/n doesn't say that. Instead, she finishes the stitches swiftly.

When she's done, Wanda starts to breathe a little easier. " Where'd you learn to do that?"

" Mom was a nurse," Y/n mumbles, trying to avoid her reflection in the mirror.

She was still drenched in blood. Wanda sense her discomfort and excuses herself briefly. She turns in less than a minute with some clean clothes and towels.

" Here, so you can shower." Wanda sits the stuff down and Y/n stares at it.

For a moment she slips again, but she shakes her head. She nods at the older woman," Thank you."

Wanda exits the bathroom, leaving Y/n with her thoughts. Y/n strips out of her blood soaked clothes. They're heavy.

She steps into the shower and turns the water on. The cold water should shock her system, but it doesn't. She endures it, her eyes angled at the bottom of the tub.

The blood mixes with the water. They swirl together as they go down the drain. She stays like until her skin feels numb.

" Y/n? Are you alright?"

Wanda peaks in the bathroom. It had been at least a half hour. When she doesn't get a response, she checks the shower. Y/n stands there frozen like before.

There's still some blood on the girl. Wanda makes a quick decision to quickly wash the girl. She gets some soap on a towel and lightly scrubs the girl's body.

It was innocent enough.

There was a tug in Wanda's mind. One that drunk in the image of Y/n's nude body. It wanted to see her body full of marks, but she ignored it.

The girl had gone through enough. When Y/n was clean, Wanda turned the shower off and helped the girl into some clean clothes.

She led Y/n to her bed," You can stay here for the night."

Wanda tries to leave the room, but that causes Y/n to speak.

" Where are you going?"

" Outside."

Y/n gets quiet again, remembering what exactly is out. Her mind clears, or maybe it clouds, just enough for her to ask Wanda," Should I be afraid of you?"

Wanda purses her lips. Her gaze hits the floor before her eyes meet yours. She nods slowly.

" Probably."