Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Wanda Maximoff: Saving a Killer pt4

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Y/n switched her work schedule. She was paranoid about working nights. Her fear was different than it was in the beginning. She wasn't afraid to be murdered. Maybe she should've been, but she wasn't afraid of Wanda.

She was home by 5 each day. Just in time to prepare dinner for one and catch the exciting bits of the news.

" BREAKING NEWS: We are here live, with a survivor. As you know there have been a spree of murders and missing persons cases haunting our city as of late. This young man almost became a victim, and he's here to tell us about his experience."

There was a pounding on Y/n's door. It made her jump in her seat. It was persistent, so ignoring it was out of the question. When she opened the door the weight of a body was immediately on her.

" Wanda? Wanda, jesus."

She pulled the woman into the house. Wanda was covered in sweat, her breathing was erratic.

Y/n cleared her couch and laid the girl there. She needed to assess what was wrong with the woman. Wanda flinched as she laid her down.

Her hands were steady as she tore the woman's shirt open. She still couldn't see a wound.

" Fuck, where does it hurt, Wanda?"

The woman was fading quickly, her eyes were fluttering. Her hand reached out to touch Y/n's face. Y/n held her hand there.

Y/n could feel the blood from Wanda's hand leaking onto her face.

" Ba-ck."

Y/n was quick to flip the woman on her side. She gasped when she saw Wanda's back. There was a deep, ugly gash trailing to the left of her spine.

" Shit, fuck, Wanda. Oh my god. I need to get you to the hospital."

" No."

Y/n growled at the woman's stubbornness. She rushed through the house, grabbing what she could. The first thing she did was try to stop the bleeding. Wanda whined at the sensation.

Y/n had zoned out. Her mother's words echoed in her head as she worked to keep Wanda alive. There was blood everywhere. On her face, on her hands, on her couch, it felt like it was under her skin.

She didn't know how long she had been operating on Wanda. When she was finished, it was ugly. It was such a contrast to the little wound she fixed on their first meeting.

Y/n worked delicately to clean the blood off of Wanda before wrapping the woman's torso. She reluctantly cleaned herself up too. She wanted to move Wanda without getting blood all over her again.

Y/n left the living room in its messy state, as she carried Wanda to her bed. She was careful to lay the woman down softly.

" Wanda," Y/n moved some hair out of the woman's face," Please be ok."

She placed a kiss on the woman's forehead. Y/n wasn't planning on leaving the room until Wanda woke up. She brought the chair from her desk over to the side of the bed.

She observed Wanda. Her leg bounced anxiously as she waited for a sign that the woman would be alright. Waiting proved to be the hardest part.

" This will be twice I've saved your life. I'm starting to think you're pretty bad at this murderer thing," Y/n tried to keep her spirits up as she spoke to Wanda.

She found herself reaching for the red head's hand. Her finger gazed over Wanda's knuckles a few times. Y/n never imagined that she would be regularly tending to the wounds of a murderer.