accismus | nat x reader x wanda

5

My eyes widen and my whole body shakes as I click on my the email tab.

Florence gives me a weird look.

Yeah I'd give me a weird look too.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOGMOGMOGMGOMGOMGOGMOGMOMGOMGOMGOMOMGOMGOMGOMGOOMGGGGGOMGOMGOGMOGMGOMGOMGOGMOGMg-

wait.

...it was a spam email.

I groaned, leaned forward and banged my forhead on the table.

"What is eating you up over there
[n/n]?" Florence questions smirking.

[n/n] = nickname

"I'm good." I grumble out, my voice muffled.

She laughs at my state, "You don't look good. What is it boy problems or something?"

I quickly pick my head up to deny her questions, "No! Just...leave me alone. Don't worry about it."

"Tell me what it is [y/n]."

Damn she's persuasive.

"I'm waiting for a job thing to come back." I say reluctantly.

"That's it? You're all worked up over a job thing?" she looks amused.

"What's wrong with that?" I question her.

"Nothing just...doesn't seem like you."

She goes back to drying mugs.

Doesn't seem like me? Does she think I don't care about things like that-- about responsible things?? i feel like i should definitely feel offended!!

[y/n]! Stop! You're being mean! Sigh. I need a nap.

Though, I do wonder what it would be like if I actually did get the job. I mean, would I just fetch coffee for them? Or make their schedules? that's what assistants do, right?

And then there's the big question that I've been avoiding for a while now.

What if they find out about my powers?

Well, really, I wouldn't be surprised if they did. I'm not exactly good at hiding them. Also theres the fact that two of the avengers are trained assasins which probably entails being able to know when people are lying. and i would definitely be lying to them.

One thing though--I haven't exactly teleported in a while. I used to occasionally use my teleportation to get to places quicker if I was going to be late, but I stopped sometime last year as people were starting to notice my weird travel tendencies.

i'd get questions like:

"[y/n] how did you get here so fast"

"Oh hey [y/n] i don't remember seeing you arrive."

"What do you mean you didn't drive? It's a 10 mile walk [y/n]!"

So yeah. I stopped before it got too suspicious.

to be honest? i've never really liked my powers. i know that sounds privlledged i guess because some people would kill to be able to do what i do. but i never really did anything with them. sometimes, i wish i actually helped people or something. maybe i could've been a hero. but that's besides the point.

it doesn't help that my...dad...always tormented me for having powers. he was the only one who ever knew. i guess it's a good thing he was embarrassed by me because he never told anyone about them. he made me feel like a piece of shit.

you know...now that i think about it my dad ruined a lot of things for me.

my dad always took his anger out on me when i was younger. he was always mad at me for what seemed like everything. and as a child who had seemingly no coping mechanisms i took my anger out on people at my school. it was a really, really shitty thing, i know, but i was just a kid and i didn't know how to deal with the fact that my dad hated my guts and had to physically remind me of it everyday.

because of this, i didn't have many friends growing up. i was a pretty miserable child. it also didn't help that no one ever cared about my emotions. if someone else was sad, their parents would comfort them. telling them everything would be okay. if i was sad? In the words of my many teachers i "probably deserved it".

now that i think about it...i can't remember a single time in my life when someone ever apologized for hurting my feelings. no one has ever cared about me for long enough to apologize for hurting me. in my experience, i'm usually the monster. i'm the one who's expected to make amends.

i try not to think about how badly my childhood affected me as a person. I try not to, because if i do..well you just read it. i tend to spill and say more than i should.

anways, enough wallowing in my own despair.

on a higher note, i've been trying to come up with some sort of a suppresent i can take to make my powers doormant. But damn is it hard. Maybe if i get the job at Avengers Tower...I could use their equipment...but there's no way they would let me. Oh well. I can be hopefull, right?

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a/n

okayyyy so a really short chapter i know. this chapter was mostly just to give you all more insight on [y/n]'s powers and childhood and stuff. next chapters will be longer!!

remember to vote and comment please! i need the motivation

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-anastasiya