Wanda Maximoff One-Shots

Roommate

Pov y/n

The room is dark, barely any light filtering in from outside.
Despite the curtains being closed, I know the sky is dark with clouds, darker even than on any other night.

A loud thunder startles me and I pull the blanket up higher. Wind whips around the dorm building, making it creak, as if it couldn't withstand the weather. It will, I know that, but it's still a little scary.

Being alone during a thunderstorm like this in the dark is scary in so many ways. I know, nothing can happen to me but that doesn't ease me at all.
It's still loud and the lightings bright. Back at home, I didn't like thunderstorms at night either, it always felt like it was just me and my family in our flat, secluded from the world by the storm. Now in my dorm room, I feel like it's just me and that makes it even worse. The world could end outside and it would be just me.

I swallow and turn to lay on my side, pulling the blanket up higher. Rain hits my window hard, filling my room with a sound that I usually find comforting. Now it's a companion from the storm and thunder and not at all comforting.

The wind makes the building creak again and I press my eyes shut, hoping to just fall asleep. But I won't, just like I haven't in the past fifteen minutes.

As a 21-year-old, I should probably not be bothered by the weather like this but I am. It's already a little creepy during the day when the sky goes black and pours rain like buckets from the clouds and sends thunder and lighting down, but at night it's so much worse. Knowing I'm all by myself isn't helping either. No one to comfort me, to distract me. It's just me and my thoughts.

Lighting brightens my room before thunder follows, rolling through the sky loudly as if it wanted to wake everyone. It's beyond me how people can sleep through such a storm. I always wake up during them and stay awake until they subside.

After another lighting-thunder combination, I give up on trying to sleep and swing my legs out of my bed.
With a sigh, I slide into my slippers and pull a jacket off a hook by the door. In moments like these, I wish I had someone to share my room with.
At least then I wouldn't be totally alone.

There are other people on this level of the dorm, of course, but no one I'm really close with. No one I could or would go to in a moment like this.

There are four guys and three girls with whom I share the communal kitchen. We get along fine, well enough to talk about problems and remind each other if they need to clean up after themselves. But that's it, we don't interact much more.

Although, I can only speak for two of the three girls as I haven't properly met the third one. I've only got a glance of her when she moved in.
She introduced herself as Wanda and told us she studies economics and communication in her third year.

That's all I know about her, so maybe she is actually nice. She's definitely pretty with her brunette hair and lighter eyes. On the day she moved in she wore a black skirt with matching tights and a dark red top. I'm not sure if that's her every day clothing style or if that was just for the move.

The hallway is dark, save for the green glowing signs that point to the next emergency exit.
Turning on the lights would feel like disturbing the night. In here, I can barely hear the wind anymore but see lighting through the window in the kitchen.

A thunder follows and I jump, hating the loud sounds. I switch on the light in the kitchen and search through my cabinet for anything that could calm me down. I've got snacks in my dorm room but I am not in the mood for that. I rather want a hot beverage that might help to settle my nerves.
A hot chocolate would be my preferred choice but that always takes so long and I don't want to spend that much time in the kitchen, it's not as comfortable as my bed.