Forbidden (A Wanda Maximoff Fanfic)

Chapter 7

"We've scouted the places nearest to the attack, Master. Still, we couldn't locate any village that would accommodate an Avengers' camp in secret nor any small trace of them in the woods. It's like they disappeared like magic," one of the followers stated, bowing his head before the Master. The follower's stature trembled with fear, terrified that his bad news would only cause an outrage to the man before him.

The Master let out a tired impatient sigh then frowned. He stared at the blank space ahead of him, at the vast dry grounds he had outside the castle. The ground beneath him had sandlike texture, burying his heels as he stood. For a moment, it looked like the sand moved, reaching for him, clinging unto him for some unknown reason.

After a moment, he turned around and muttered in a low voice, as if still in deep thought.

"They have witches helping in their group, of course," he said, clicking his fingers. "How else would they be able to hide a massive camp like that out there?"

He smiled an evil sneer before he looked at the follower before him. "Take a village hostage once again. Make a noise. Make a scene, mmm, but not too much that would make them send everyone again. Make it enough until the Avengers arrive. Then accept defeat. Bring the best spy with you and put him amongst the rescued witches. The spy should follow the Avengers once they leave the area. One of my crows will locate him. Have him send a message about the camp's location. Now, hurry."

"Yes, Master," the follower said, bowing once again before leaving.

"Oh, Y/n . . . where are you hiding?" The Master said with a sneer on his face, turning around to look at the overlooking, where not afar, one can see a massive magical prison where thousands of witches scream for help. A few of them, crying and in chains, were aggressively pushed inside wide silos where a chimney of some sort on top bellowed smoke to the sky.

It was a nightmarish sight to see.

STILL NOT allowed to do anything strenous, heading to rescue missions or even just normal errands like replenishing stocks from the wet market nor delivering messages to neighboring temporary camps, Y/n was bored to death.

She even tried to overtake one of Clint's classes, but she was only pushed out of the place, advising her to help Bruce instead in the kitchen. She only grunted. She couldn't stay near the pavilion and listen to Bruce's amazing tales when Layla and her friends were also there, waiting for her.

Pietro went with Yelena for another rescue mission, much to Y/n's dismay when she couldn't convince her own bestfriend to force the group in allowing her to go with them. And when Y/n thought about going to see Wanda, she was either cooped up with the guy she learned was named Vision or in her tent wanting to be alone.

The normie was at least glad that the witch had somehow softened around her, finally trusting humans and not wanting to escape the camp every now and then. Although, there were times when she couldn't help but doubt whether it was all an act, times when she could feel Wanda's eyes on her, either suspecting or wary of what the human could do next.

Come nighttime, Y/n went to the place just beyond Pepper's botanical garden, her hiding spot, just like old times. It had been too long since she had done these kinds of things, realizing how much she had missed looking at the moon and the constellations above her. She wondered about the bright object glowing near the moon, brighter than most stars in the sky, filling her thoughts about the conversations she'd had with her father.

"That's Venus, also known as the morning star, one of the planets in our world," Y/n's father said to her one time. They were standing in their backyard, looking at the sky above them.

Y/n just turned seventeen that day. Wanting to be alone and away from the celebration her parents had hosted, she decided to go around their backyard and look at the massive sky above her, away from the crowd gathered around the campfire. Unfortunately, her father saw her skip the celebration.