Purple Silence || Book 3 of Red Whispers || W.M. x Reader

Chapter 21 || Possible

^^^Yeah yeah, I know it has been. I am SO SO SORRY but I felt inspired today :) Hope you enjoy this, I definitely plan on tying this whole series off with a pretty little knot VERY soon. I owe it to all of you. This series is what started this whole andshesweird Wattpad journey. 

I promise I will try and do better!

Your POV

My head snaps back when I get a blow to the jaw. I shake it off and swing but she dodges me and flips backwards, swiping her leg at my ankle at the same time. I fall to the mat with a smack and groan, chuckling when she reaches her hand out to pull me up.

I rub my head and shake my head, walking over to grab my water and chugging it. Natasha smirks at me from the other side of the bench and nods towards Yelena, "She's good, huh?"

"Very. Better than you, maybe," I wink at her teasingly, earning me a punch to the arm before Yelena walks over, tossing me a sweat rag.

"Seems like you could use it considering I just kicked your ass. But look at me, no sweat. Natasha, do you see any sweat?"

"Not a drop," Nat grins and stands, cracking her neck and stretching a bit before she takes her hoodie off, "My turn. Let's go."

I watch as the sisters start sparring and give them the distance to carry myself outside of the training room to find my girlfriend who's with Steve, practicing breathing techniques.

Smiling over at them, I make my way and kiss her cheek, earning me an adoring smile in return while I sit down, nodding at Rogers.

"Sup, Capsicle?"

"Good to see you too, Stark. How'd training with Yelena go?"

With a simple shrug, I think back to the skilled ex-assassin and chuckle, "About as you'd think. Practically kicked my ass. She could give Nat a run for her money, maybe. You know, old bones and all."

"You are right outside this room, you know I can hear you, Stark!"

Instinctively, I duck in assumption that Natasha is going to throw something at me from the training room, which just makes Wanda laugh and Steve smirk to himself and up at me teasingly. With a roll to my eyes, I squeeze the bridge of my nose and chuckle,

"Whatever. How's meditation?"

Wanda, without letting Steve even speak, pipes up, "It's going great."

Steve looks to her, then up at me, and I can see the wariness in his expression. A look that tells me exactly what I figured given how fast Wanda jumped to reassure me.

There's an urge in me, a voice telling me to press further, but I know testing Wanda in front of other people is a recipe for disaster. So, instead, I pull a satisfied upside down grin and take myself down the hall,

"Carry on then. I gotta grab a quick shower."

When I round the corner, I pull up my phone and go to the surveillance cameras through Stark Industries. Perks of being a Stark, I have all the access. I slip into Wanda and I's room and watch as Steve looks at her.

"You lied."

"I did not lie, Rogers. She worries too much."

"She loves you. You've been through a lot these past few years together. Why didn't you tell her that you've been struggling?"

Wanda's hands clench into fists while she attempts to keep her breathing even and my own breath hitches in my throat when I feel her energy growing even from over here.

"She doesn't like that I am reading the Darkhold, doesn't like what I have found. But it's beautiful and I am intrigued by it. Y/N would only continue to worry. She doesn't understand what this could all mean."