the cinematic universe of elizabeth olsen one shots

Your Mamas Crying|mother! Wanda

Warning: sh,

Ever since I was a little girl, I knew my mom was special. She could move things with her mind and create things out of thin air. Growing up, she would always tell me stories about her brother, Pietro, and their adventures together as superheroes. I was in awe of her powers and the love she had for her brother.

But as I got older, I realized that being a superhero came with its own set of challenges. My mom, Wanda Maximoff, struggled with the loss of her brother, who had sacrificed his life to save others. She tried her best to hide her pain and carry on being a hero, but I could see the sadness in her eyes every day. I wanted to help her, but I didn't know how.

I was just sixteen years old when I started struggling with my own issues. I was dealing with anxiety and depression, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep it from my mom. I didn't want to add to her burden, so I did everything in my power to hide it. I put on a smile and acted like everything was fine, but inside, I was falling apart.

One night, I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I was suffocating, and the weight of my emotions was crushing me. I found myself in the bathroom, tears streaming down my face as I held a razor in my hand. I knew it was wrong, but in that moment, it felt like the only way to release the pain I was feeling.

I closed my eyes and made a deep cut on my wrist. The pain was intense, but it felt like a relief. I continued to dragging the blade across my skin, not caring about the consequences. It was a temporary escape from the overwhelming emotions that consumed me.

But my moment of relief was short-lived, as I heard a knock on the bathroom door. It was my mom, her voice filled with worry and panic. I quickly tried to clean up the evidence, but it was too late. She had already opened the door and saw me lying on the floor, surrounded by blood.

She rushed to my side, tears streaming down her face, as she tried to stop the bleeding. I could see the pain and agony in her eyes as she cleaned me up. She didn't say a word, but her sobs echoed in the small bathroom. I couldn't bear to see my mom like this, and I knew I had to explain myself.

I told her everything, about my struggles with mental health and how I was trying to hide it from her. She held me in her arms, stroking my hair, as she apologized for not noticing sooner. She blamed herself for not being there for me as a mother should be. Which was the truth she had been absent ever since the battle of sokovia.

However, Deep down I knew it truly wasn't her fault. She had enough on her plate and I didn't want to add to her worries. I should have reached out for help, but I was too afraid of burdening her. In that moment, I realized that I needed to be honest with my mom and lean on her for support.

She took me to Bruce straight away, where I received the medical attention I needed. He diagnosed me with depression and anxiety, and my mom promised to be there every step of the way. She apologized for not being there for me, but I could see the love and care in her eyes as she promised to help me through this.

For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe again. I knew I had a long road ahead, but having my mom by my side gave me the strength to keep fighting. She took me to therapy, and together we learned ways to cope with my mental health struggles.

Although, As the days went by, I could see a change in my mom. She was still grieving for her brother, but she had a newfound purpose in taking care of me. She made it her mission to create a safe and loving environment for me, where I could feel comfortable enough to open up about my feelings.

We also started training together, using her powers to strengthen my mind and body. She taught me how to harness my emotions and control them, just like she did with her powers. She showed me that I was not alone and that we were in this together.

Slowly but surely, I started to heal. I opened up to my mom about everything, and she listened without judgment. She was my rock, my superhero, and my best friend. And I knew that no matter what struggles we faced, we would face them together as a team.

Years went by, and I became more confident and stronger, both mentally and physically. My mom and I continued to fight crime together, using our powers to make the world a better place. But more importantly, we were there for each other, supporting and loving each other unconditionally.

I was grateful for the day my mom found me bleeding on the bathroom floor. It was the turning point in our relationship, and it brought us closer than ever before. We were no longer just mother and daughter, but also best friends and partners in crime-fighting. And I knew that with my mom by my side, there was nothing we couldn't overcome.

A/n-this didn't turn out as sad as I wanted it to if I'm being honest.