Y/n Hybrid (fem) x Avengers

Chapter 19

Y/n

I felt something hit my spine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. Yelping and snarling, I spun around and jumped at the second HYDRA agent. I managed to pin him down, but the claw covers stopped me from dealing much damage. But every instinct in my body was telling me to kill. Kill them all. Every. Single. One. As I plunged my muzzle down to sink my teeth into the archer's throat, something stabbed into my shoulder and I dropped down to the floor - feeling as if I'd been paralysed. It made me feel sleepy. I whined and tried to move my black paws. No use. The agents all crowded around me and I saw a familiar figure.

"Peter!" I whined, before turning back into human.

Suddenly, the HYDRA agents disappeared and all I saw was the Avengers again. Wanda was crouched beside me, hand on my side. I had to hold back tears when I saw Steve and Clint bruised. Y/n what have you done? Peter came over to me and lifted my limp body into his lap as he leant against the wall. He laid my head against his chest and I began to cry. I felt stupid, but the regret I felt overcame me. I hated myself.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered as Peter stroked my head.

"It's alright... they're okay..." Peter assured softly in my ear.

The injection must've been a slow acting sedative because I felt myself eventually drift into sleep with my head against Peter. They'd never forgive me now.

Wanda

I watched as Y/n fell asleep on Peter. I felt distressed. I could only imagine the trauma Y/n had been through. I could tell Y/n didn't want to suffer alone. But she didn't want to dump her trauma on everyone else, and Peter was the only person she felt half comfortable around. Steve picked up the girl in his arms bridal style and carried her out of the room - limping a little. I felt bad. Maybe I shouldn't have suggested training like this? Maybe I fucked up? Triggered her or something? I didn't know, but I couldn't help feeling partly responsible.

"Why did she...?" Natasha asked, trailing off.

I stood up and thought hard. Why had she suddenly changed? Natasha helped Clint out of the room and everyone except Peter left. Peter came over to me, watching me.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I didn't respond, then suddenly it hit me. The countdown. This was the countdown they used in HYDRA.

"Oh god..." I went pale, before quickly leaving and finding Tony.

As I searched everywhere, I asked, "F.R.I.D.A.Y? Where's Stark?"

"He is in his lab Miss Maximoff," F.R.I.D.A.Y replied.

I went into his lab, furious.

"Stark!" I shouted, my Sokovian accent strong.

"What's wrong witchy?" Tony asked. "Someone stole your powers?"

I was not in the mood for his jokes and used my telekenesis to throw one of his expensive tools across the lab, smashing it on the wall.

"Seriously?" he asked, standing still with his arms in the air.

"Y/n, where is she?" I asked.

"In her room, Bruce is with her," Tony replied.

"Thank god," I muttered.

"Why?"

"When you counted down earlier, it was what they did in HYDRA."

"And...?"

"Are you fucking stupid? She was triggered
and you didn't even notice her change!" I yelled, my red magic swirling around my fingers.

"Wanda... calm down, I didn't notice," Tony stepped back.

"Of course you didn't!" I yelled, before storming out.

I went back a second later and threw another one of Stark's gadgets out of the window.

Y/n

I woke up to Bruce pulling a needle out of my arm.

"You woke up quick," he commented.

"I know," I sighed.

Bruce turned to sort out his first aid box. Looking around, I was in my room.

"Does everyone hate me now?" I asked quietly.

Bruce hesitated.

"They do, don't they," I guessed.

"No, no," Bruce tried to assure me, putting a plaster over where blood was leaking from the needle.

Why did you do that, why? Why did you see them as enemies? They were never HYDRA! I waited until Bruce had left, then checked nobody was coming before grabbing a backpack and stuffing in a few things. I couldn't stay here knowing I went rogue. I just needed to take down HYDRA. Save the Hybrids. Without any crazy Avenger crap. Just me, Kat, Aliana, Sylvia and the others. Once I'd packed the few things I had, I opened the window and climbed up onto the windowsill. Looking back once, I glanced around the room. I would have to leave Peter. But I could always come back. Gritting my teeth, I stepped out onto the windowsill outside. I could slide down the pipes on the outside of the tall building. Throwing my backpack on my back, I carefully stepped to the pipe and put my hands around it. I made my way down quickly, scraping my uncovered, scarred arms on the wall a few times, but once my feet touched the ground, I took my backpack off and transformed. Picking up my bag in my jaws, I began to run.

Peter

I went to see how Y/n was. Knocking on her door, nobody replied. I knocked louder. Nothing. I opened the door slowly, then gasped. Shit.

"Y/N'S GONE!" I screamed.