The Attraction - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Chapter 12

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'Goodbyes hurt when the story is not yet finished and the book has been closed.'

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I open my door to find Y/N staring at me, her hand raised as if she was about to knock. We share a few moments of silence, neither of us wanting to speak first. Eventually, I take a deep breath and ask, "did you want something?" 

"Just wanted to check up on you."

"Thanks but," I take a pause, realising that I don't know what I'm trying to say. 

"But it hurts, I know." 

"Do you?" I want to walk away from this, from her, but she barges into my room. Clearly, she wants to talk. "Y/N, please, I don't have the energy for this."

"This won't take long and you don't even need to talk. Just, please, listen to me." Reluctantly, I nod my head and shut the door - allowing us to have some privacy. She walks over to my guitar and picks it up, strumming the intro to a song. I recognise it instantly, Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex. I sit down on my bed and push my body against the wall. She must have been practising even more than usual this past week. "You're getting really good," I can't help but smile. 

She takes her focus off of the guitar and looks up at me, "thanks."

Her voice pulls on my heartstrings and it hurts so bad that I have to hide a wince. "What did you want to talk about?"

"I miss you and, I know it's a lot to ask, but I want us to stay friends." I want so badly to agree with her but I can't do it. This still hurts. I need time and space. Something happened to me the day I met her. I knew from the moment I saw her that I needed her, and her touch, in my life but I had no idea of how badly. In the few months we had together, and the secret moments we shared, she became a sort of life source for me. A reason to keep going each day. It took her no time at all to become my happiness, and now my sadness.

"I'll think about it, Y/N, but I really need to go. Steve will be wondering where I am." There's no thinking to be done, I know my answer. I just can't seem to tell her that. I don't know why I can't but. truthfully, I'd rather not think about it.

"I was about to come and find you," Clint smiles as I walk into the training room.

"Yeah, sorry, I-"

"Seriously, don't worry about it. Are you sure you still want to do this?" I think about his question a little. I asked him to help me with my powers. At first, Clint suggested I spoke with Bruce or Peter. He thinks they'd be better at teaching me control. But I don't know them as well as I do Clint. He's become a sort of father figure for me to look up to and, although I'd never tell him, I am glad to have him by my side.

"I'm ready," I nod and he passes
me a football. Bewildered, I wait for him to explain. I definitely didn't come here to play a sport I don't understand.

"Try moving it around. Lift it from the ground, just simple stuff," he shrugs as if he could do it whenever he wanted. I haven't used my powers in so long yet they seem to come to me like no time has passed at all. I lift the ball from the ground, bounce it up and down and, once I'm feeling a little more confident, I even spin it around Clint's head. I'm grateful for the time I get to spend with him. He doesn't ask too many questions and allows me to lead our conversations. Having spent most of the last week in my room, the only person I've really gotten the chance to speak to, other than Y/N, has been Natasha. She means well and I know she cares but she takes every chance she has to remind me of Y/N, to tell me that Y/N misses me or that I need to do something. But what can I do? It's a messy situation with no easy options. Y/N is the one with the choices. She's the one in a relationship, she's the one with something to lose.