Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Wanda Maximoff: The Villain's Hero

Word Count:1922

An: First Wanda of the year... you're welcome

The universe often had a twisted sense of cruelty. To me, that was simply a fact. That's how it had always been and would always be.

I don't believe I was afforded the opportunity to be one of the good ones. Circumstances never aligned in my favor that way. My number one objective in life was simply to survive.

And currently I was failing at even that.

" How could you be so stupid?" A backhand to the face had me crashing down to the floor.

" So careless." The kick that followed landed forcefully in my stomach.

A harsh cough escaped my throat as I tried to plead," Father, please."

" You're the most pathetic thing I've ever created. I'm glad your mother's not here to see the disappointment you've become."

I held in my tears as my teeth ground against each other," You have no right to-"

My voice died in my throat once I saw him pull out his knife. In three quick strides, he was standing over me.

His knee dropped onto my chest, his weight was crushing me. I tried to squirm away, but it was to no avail as the knife planted itself deeply in my stomach.

" I HAVE EVERY RIGHT!" He screamed, saliva flying from his mouth as I cried out in pain.

His grip stayed on the knife plunged into my stomach," I told you to kill the girl. To break her down and snap her neck. WHY IS SHE STILL BREATHING?"

" Wanda has magic. I can't-"

He twisted the knife in my gut, causing me to cry out again. " I don't want to hear your excuses. I want her dead."

I couldn't help myself," Then why don't y-you kill her yourself."

His grip on the knife was released, only for him to ball his first up and strike me in the face. I felt the bone in my nose crack under the force of his strike.

" You ungrateful little shit. If I wanted to do it myself, I'd have no use for you. Which at this point sounds like a damn good plan. BECAUSE YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT!"

He quickly rips the knife out of my stomach, only to plunge it in my thigh. His knee on my chest was the only thing keeping me from reaching from the wound.

" Dad-"

He growls as I try to plead with him," Stop calling me that. I'm not your father. No child of mine would be such a fuck-up."

All I could do was let the tears pool in my eyes. I looked into the man's eyes, but they were unrecognizable. He wore the face of my once loving father, but those eyes were that of a crazy villain. A self-proclaimed evil mastermind.

" You're so weak, Y/n. I'm going to put you out of your misery."

His knee was off my chest, but then his hands were around my throat. I was struggling underneath him, but his hold only tightened. My hands clawed at his, trying to steal a breath, but his hands didn't budge.

Life was quickly fading from my body. I searched frantically for a way out of this situation. My eyes landed on the knife in my leg.

It felt slow to me, but in actuality it was a swift motion. I tore the knife out of my leg and lodged it in my father's neck. His hands instantly fell from around my neck. I pushed him off of me and quickly to my feet. My leg buckled, but I wouldn't let it fail me.