Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

The Family Business Ch. 8

An: So, here's the thing the story post limit is 200 and I did say way back that once I hit 200 I'd retire from posting here and... I still want to do that. I deleted some just like information chapters to try to squeeze some more of this story on here but I fear it won't be enough so somewhere when we hit 200 parts again I'll be exclusively posting on Tumblr and Ao3 handles are on my profile somewhere. Um this is kind of a bummer to type out, but I'll miss this once it's over

" Enough time has passed Wanda. We have to act now before we lose everything," you speak to the woman in her office.

"I'm not ready for war Y/n," She tries to dismiss you.

"Detka, I think she's right. If we wait any longer it could, everything your father built would be over," Natasha backs you up.

Wanda puts her head down on the desk, I don't think I can do this."

"It's just like we planned, Wanda. Nat and I have everything on standby to close the ports, we're just waiting on your word," you speak softly to her.

"Fine, just do it," she waves her hand, but doesn't move her face from it's place on the desk.

She had been like this for nearly two weeks. The shooting of her father seemed to hit her the hardest. She felt like she wasted too much time away from him and now he was gone.

The only way you were functioning was hope that he would wake up. He wasn't gone, he was just in a coma. People recover from being in comas, they wake up. You just keep telling yourself that Dragos would be waking up soon.

"Wanda, maybe you should go home, I can handle this," your eyes are full of worry, but your voice is firm.

"I'm capable of running this business Y/n," she snaps back at you.

" I know you are, that's why they put you in charge. However, this is not a one man job Wanda. Dragos had days where he needed someone to take charge. I'm one of those people. Whether he's sitting in that seat or you're sitting in that seat, I'm going to continue to be that person. Now go home."

She looks at you with something you've never seen before. It makes your brow furrow. The intensity of her stare isn't malicious, but it's unfamiliar to you.

"I'll take you baby," Nat offers, taking Wanda's attention away from you.

Wanda takes one more look at you before agreeing to go with her wife.

"Stop by after work, I don't care how late it is," her demand makes you want to gulp, but you hold it and nod.

She's out of the door first. You share a look with Natasha as you take s seat at the desk.

"I'll be back, I can have everything ready for tonight," the spy says.

"Thank you, Natasha."

She leaves and you get to work immediately. You call in your dealers and suppliers to inform them of potential uptick in all products your pushing to prepare them adequately. You call your supposed allies, you're vague but they know it's a threat. More than threat, but a test of loyalty. Some of them dismiss you as you aren't Dragos, but you're sure by morning they'll come around or go out of business.

There had been too much silence on your side of the business. Fisk was parading around the city saying that he killed Dragos. The lack of movement from your side of things only made it seem true.

Wanda had been placed temporarily in charge of the business while Dragos was out of commission. However, she wasn't emotionally prepared for this yet. None of you were in actuality, you all needed more time.