Dark thoughts (Wanda x Reader)

Files XIII

For the past two weeks, Natasha had removed you from any active missions while you healed, which meant you had been stuck on file sorting for fourteen days straight. You groan and slump on the small sofa in your office and bury your head in a pillow as you fling a file on the floor. Dozens of stacks of paperwork and files littered the floor around you, reminding you of those scenes in cartoons where the characters would jump and start swimming in the piles of paper. You were too tired and pissed off to do that though.

Half of the stacks were Tony's mission briefs, business expenses, and blueprints of new compound security changes. The other half, more like the other 25%, were files and documents about car crashes, arsons and killings that happened in the area you used to live in with your family. Out of the 23 "accidents" that had happened over the past decade, six car crashes had happened and only two of those cases couldn't find the bodies of the deceased.

As you roll onto your back, you reach your hand down and pick up the file you had thrown on the floor. You open the document and scan your eyes over the information like you had done countless times before.

Deceased: Family of five (recorded names not found)

Bodies found: Two

Crash site: Piłsudski bridge

Missing bodies: Three

Times of death: 21:18, 21:20

You sigh and close the folder. Same old information. Apparently, the family's car had malfunctioned, causing the brakes to fail and crashing the car through the bridge railing and into the river below. The mother and father were discovered, still with seat belts on, but when the police looked in the back seat, three seatbelts had been undone. The family's kids weren't found but presumed dead.

You roll your eyes at the lazy police job and place the file on your desk next to the candle Wanda had given you.

There was a reason the kids were never found.

You pull a lighter out of your desk drawer and light the candle, closing your eyes as you inhale the calming scent. You move to sit on your desk chair and swivel around to look out the window behind you. Since it was late, the sky was dark, littered with tiny stars, a contrast to the bright lights of the city in the distance. Your eyes flick back to the digital clock that rested on your desk.

23:19

You groan again and sink further into your chair as you glare at the stacks of papers preventing you from getting a good night's rest. You think to yourself that you might as well get it over with, so you wheel your chair over to the files and start sorting through them. You divide them into separate stacks based on their context, date and country. After a grueling three hours later, you finally manage to get rid of the sea of files that covered your floor. You now stood in the place where the files had been with your hands on your hips as you stare four files that you had specifically left aside.

As you sit on the floor, leaning on your sofa, you reach for the first file. You open it and read through its contents, which you have done countless times before. There is nothing new, just the details of the attack on New York, the number of casualties, and the streets that are now under severe reconstruction. It's all information you already know.

Your eyes turn their attention to the names of the hospitalized people who were injured that day. A shudder runs over your body as you remember the screams of people running for their lives, the sight of the victims crushed under fallen debris. You remember how the disgusting creatures would circle you as desperately tried to free him from the rubble.

The building had been struck by one of the alien cruisers, hitting on the support beams, and causing the entire building to collapse. A metal wire had punctured your arm, barely missing your bone while others in the building weren't so lucky.

Your brother had been with you. Through the dust and smoke you still remember his limp body pinned down by the collapsing ceiling. The metal beam had struck your brother in the head, knocking him unconscious.

You had checked him into the hospital using the fake name Nicholas L/N. You would visit him almost everyday, talking to him using his real name, Lucas, and occasionally "borrowing" medical supplies from utility closets to treat your own wounds. After all, you hated staying at hospitals.

You look over the false information you had given the hospital. A fake date of birth, fake age, fake family. A whole fake life for this Nicholas, a life far more better than your brother's actual life. Through his three years of being in a coma, he only woke up once. The doctors had told you that he opened his eyes for a brief moment before falling back into a coma. That was only 8 months ago.

You shake your head, snapping out of your memory lane moment as you close the file and place it on the floor next to you. The other file that you reached for, however, was much more thinner than the one you held before.

This file you had asked Natasha to put together. She was the only person you could ask about this, the only person who was skilled enough to acquire this. You open the file, your eyes flicking the single picture placed inside. It was a bit blurry since it was taken from extremely far away but the context of the image was clear.

The picture displayed a warehouse with large openings on its roof. The inside of the warehouse was partially illuminated by the yellow street lights. In the middle of the warehouse, a silhouette was standing while holding a lifeless body next to them. Although the image was blurry, it was evident that the figure was holding a gun and pointing it straight at the camera. In the picture, Natasha had only written three simple words.

The Black Dalhia Widow

Guess who's back? Back again! Whooooooooooooo..... hey guys. Yes yes I know like 100 years have past since I updated this story. Is it bad? Yes. Do I have severe writer's block? Yes. Are my spring exams causing me to rip out all my hair and cry in my room? ABSOLUTELY. But I'll get through it.....eventually (also the things I wrote for the first file are completely fake, no accidents took place:) Anyways stay safe, bye luvs <3