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Aunty Wands | W.M

W.M

Age: 17

TW - (Sh/scratching)

Y/n was Pietro's daughter (the mother is irrelevant here we move on) After he died she moved into the tower. 

Y/Ns POV
I let my head drop to the table, the teacher had stopped talking now and was just letting us get on with our essay.

Today was not the day for it.

"Y/n, you're gonna have to sit up", I hear the voice of Mrs. Danvers in my ear. I sit up and she quietly mouths "You good?".

I offer her a weak smile and nod and she walks back over to her desk.

The classroom was pretty much silent except for the tapping of people's keyboards.

I tried to focus on the writing in front of me but my eyes kept blurring and the words wouldn't stay still.

My leg kept nervously bouncing for apparently no reason at all. I dug my nails into my thighs, holding them still. MJ, who was sitting next to me grabbed one of my hands, putting it on the table. 

"We have two weeks to get this done Y/n, both hands on the table please" she said, which seemed perfectly normal to everyone else at the table, but I got her message. 

After 10 minutes my legs started burning and much to my delight the bell rang. MJ gave me a look and a questioning thumbs up as we parted and I gave her a reassuring thumbs up back. 

Once I was out of school and walking into the city I started to calm down a bit. Theoretically walking alone in New York shouldn't make you feel safer but somehow it did. 

I plugged in my headphones and put on a bunch of Hozier songs. The walk back to the tower wasn't exactly long, but it was much more bearable with music playing. 

The tower came into sight and I sighed contentedly, ready to just hibernate under the covers and not emerge until tomorrow morning. 

I get through the entrance door and as always, FRIDAYs the first to greet me.
"Good afternoon miss Maximoff"
"afternoon, "Is anyone home?", I ask the robot voice. 

"Just Mr. Rogers, Mr. Banner, and the other Miss Maximoff".

I head towards my room and fling open the door, dropping my bag on the floor and immediately changing into more comfortable clothes. So much for catching up on the many essays that are due. 

I go to grab a cold drink of water from the kitchen and run into Wanda, who's making pasta for dinner. 

"Hey love"
"Hey aunty", I say quietly, I was in one of those moods where if people try to talk to me I will break down and cry.

Straight away I knew she could tell something was up. Of course, the woman can read minds.

I walked out quickly before she could question me about it. I ate dinner in my room, that was nothing new, I enjoy a private dinner with just me.

I had just gotten into bed when there was a soft knock at my door. Aunty Wanda popped her head in, giving me a smile.

"How was dinner?"
"It was so good, thank you by the way", I said and she just nodded.

"You busy?"
I shake my head. She lets herself in and sits at the end of my bed. "Are you doing okay?", she asks me and I was about to say yes but then changed my mind. Instead I just shook my head again and she gave me a sad smile. 

"Do you want to talk about it?"
I shake my head again, and she nods understaningly. 

"Well, I'm here if you ever change your mind", she kisses me on the forehead before leaving, gently shutting the door behind her. I tuck down into bed, still feeling just plain sad about nothing in particular, it wasn't long before I crept back out of bed and down the hall.

I found my feet leading me towards Wandas room, I could see under the door that her light was on. So I knocked quietly and heard a 'come in'.

Wandas face of confusion changed to one of happiness when she saw it was me.

"What's up babe?"
"I couldn't sleep", I said sheepishly, like a toddler telling it's mother they'd just thrown up. 

She shuffled over and patted the space beside her for me to sit on. I instead decided to shimmy under the covers because it was freezing. She didn't say anything though, she moved so that I had more room around me, but instead, I just moved closer to her. She got the message and lifted her arm for me to nestle under, tucking myself into her side, a comforting warmth surrounding me as her hand traced circles on my back.

Neither of us made any move to turn off the lights so she used the floaty power thingy to flick them off. Her arm snaked around my shoulders and she rested her head on the pillow above mine, it was almost like a comfortably cocooned under her. 

She didn't make me say anything, or put me into my own room, she just let me stay there with her, which was everything I needed.

A/N: bro these last two chapters have been absolute ass...lots of love