ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏꜱꜱ. {} Wanda Maximoff. {}

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Mentioning of Suicide!!!

"Jackson. No. I'm not having this discussion with you anymore." You stated while picking up the plate of food you had just finished off. Jackson was sitting across the small table in front of you. He watched you stand and take the plate towards the kitchen, hearing the way it hit into the sink. 

He got up and followed you with his own in hand. "Baby, you always shrug it off." He sighs, setting his plate into the sink. You turn, a hand on your hip, while the other just holds onto the counter to your side. You look up at him with a slight scowl, eyebrows furrowing with lips pursing. 

"What part of 'I don't want to discuss this with you' did you not understand?" You question him. 

Jackson rolled his eyes, turning to you. He stares you down, "This is a serious matter, Y/N." He states, pointing his finger downwards as he spoke. "You can just ignore it and hope it'll go away." Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. "Jackson.." You groan and walk away from him, placing your palm to your forehead. "Why can't we just talk about it?" Jackson asks from behind.

You swiftly turn around, "I said I DON'T want to!" You shout. There was nothing else you could say. It was just a subject you simply did not want to speak about. Jackson just was too stubborn to let that slide. 

Jackson's soft gaze shifts into a hard glare. His eyes never left yours. "Stop being a fucking baby and deal with your shit. If you don't it's gonna interfere with our marriage and I for one don't wanna lose you over some stupid family feud shit." He hisses while taking a step closer to you. "Do you want that?" He questioned. You could tell he felt hurt having to ask such a question. 

"No, baby, I don't." A sigh from you. "But-" Jackson doesn't let you continue. He just groans loudly and throws his hand into the air. "I can't make you fucking talk to your sister but until you do I'm sleeping on the couch." He states and disappears into your shared room, slamming the door 

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"Hey..." You answer the redhead, confused. 

Wanda looks over your face with a polite smile. "Are you okay?" She asks softly. "I saw you come over here and you look really stressed." She said carefully as if not wanting to pry her way into talking to me. For some reason, talking with her didn't hurt as much as it did to talk with others, even Talia. 

It was a weird feeling. 

"Oh, I uh.." You muttered, looking away. "My sister was supposed to be here to pick me up." You mentioned, tuckering your arms closer to your body in their crossed position. "I guess she didn't know what time to be here." You sighed, letting your head fall forward uselessly. "Do... you want to use my phone and call her?" 

That question made you laugh. Embarrassingly, You didn't know Talia's number by heart. But really, how actually knows someone's number like that other than your own? 

"Um thank for you the o-offer." You spoke, lifting your hand into the air as you spoke. "But... she got a new phone recently and I don't know the number." Although a lie, there was some truth sprinkled in. Wanda chuckled quietly while her hands go back behind her, resting in her back jean pockets. "Then do you-" She paused, looking around the area surrounding you both. 

You follow her gaze until both of your heads turn and your eyes meet. Her eyes are a deep green, a beautiful green. A green that unfortunately had dark circles beneath them. She looked drained, which was a look you knew all too well. "Do you want a ride home?" She asked. 

Your chest tightens and you felt your lip quiver, a sob threatening to spill as you had to think about the address that you and Jackson shared. Get it together.. "Uhm." You swallow thickly, licking your lips, pushing back the hard feelings that needed to be let out from the aching of your heart. "I'm f-fine." You huffed out loudly, mouth staying open.