Dark thoughts (Wanda x Reader)

Rest XII

No.

Please no. Anything but that.

Your older sister thrashes and tries to grab your arm as the bad men yank your brother back, dragging his kicking and screaming body toward a black van. You try to fight back but the men were too big, too strong.

Your hand was clamped around your sister's hand, the cut from your palm stinging as more blood seeped out of the wound. A man came up behind your sister and knocked her in the back of the head, making her body slump on the floor. You scream as you were pulled by the arm towards another black van, a different one from the one your brother was in.

"Y/N!" Your brother shouts your name as the van doors slam shut.

"Y/N!" He shouts again as he pounds against the inside, the men throw you into the van and quickly shut the door. You scream and bang on the inside of the van as you hear the van your brother was in drive away, your eyes tear up as you hear another voice call your name, a weak female one barely yelling it out.

"Y/N."

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"Y/N? Hey it's ok."

A soft voice says to you as you groan and open your eyes, instantly shutting them as a bright light blinds you. You raise your hands to your face to cover your eyes, feeling a sharp pain as you do so.

"Sam, turn that light off." The voice instructs and after a soft click, the white light was gone. A hand slowly removes your hand from your face and you slowly open your eyes. A flash of red hair is the first thing you see, Natasha's face finally comes into view after a couple of blinks and she gives you a small smile.

"Oh, heyy Nat." You say in a tired and somewhat loopy voice, your eyelids drooping slightly again, causing someone else to chuckle.

"I think you gave her a bit too many sedatives." Sam chuckles as he sits in a chair next to your wardrobe. You then realize that you were in your room, lying in bed with freshly changed bandages and a warm towel over your head. 

"Well I think she needed it, you saw how bad it was." Natasha responds while she helps you sit up and takes the towel off your head, placing it in a bowl on your bedside table.

"Yeah, so why didn't you take her to the hospital?" Sam asks as he leans back in your chair and plays with a small glass statuette, which you normally kept on your desk, in his hands.

"She doesn't like hospitals." Natasha retaliates. It's as if they forgot you were there.

As the two talk you turn your head to follow a scent that you noticed, you look around before spotting a small candle on your desk, wrapped with a single scarlet ribbon next to a small note. Sam notices your gaze and gets up to bring the letter and candle to you, the note smelled sweet, like a freesia. You read the small note and even though there was no name, you knew who it was from.

"Wanda dropped that off a couple of hours ago." Natasha tells you as she places a new hot towel on your forehead. You hum in acknowledgment and hold the note as your eyes scan over the three words written neatly on it.

I'm so sorry.

You place the note on your bedside table and put the candle over it, slightly wincing as you do so. The pain was noticeable and irritating but there was also something else. It felt like a warm buzzing sensation as if tiny insects were crawling around her wound. You move your hand to your side and feel the outline of the stitches Natasha had done on you.

"Almost like a real doctor." You joke with a smile as you look at Nat. She smiles at you and adjusts the blanket covering you gently like a mother would to her child. You smile softly at the thought. "Thanks Nat." You whisper.

Natasha gives you one last smile before standing up and tapping Sam on the arm. "C'mon, she needs rest." She tells him. Sam protests but eventually leaves with Natasha, leaving you alone in your room.

Your head was slightly spinning as you sat up properly and leaned against your headboard.

Why did you have that dream? 

It wasn't like you hadn't dreamt of your siblings before, but those times were about happy memories with your parents or friends. Never something other than that. The dream would always end before any of the other events. It had been so long since then, since the events that shattered your already fragile life.

You look down at your hand, at the small line that went across your palm. It was fully healed and didn't hurt anymore, well, not physically anyway. Sometimes, when you would be assigned to random missions in the past your hand would shake uncontrollably or your palm would throb when you would hold a gun. Nothing major.

You sigh and squeeze your eyes shut as you feel an incoming migraine. Natasha had been smart to take the painkillers with her as she left so now you just had to make due with the dull feeling in the back of your head. You slump into your bed and pull the covers to your chin as your eyelids start to get heavier. Before you close your eyes, they land on the candle that Wanda had given you. A small smile grazes your lips.

What a nice scent.

....Soooo, guess who's back....again. Yeah I know I know I'm sorry. I actually have no excuse I just hope you enjoy this little filler chapter. Happy BHM luvs byeee<3