"You are unbelievable."
"It looked so easy!"
"We need to get some ice on that, the tower's closer, want to just cab it there?"
You hesitated, biting your lip with a cringed, because on one hand, your ankle was throbbing, but on the other, you told yourself you wouldn't go back, and this was becoming almost unavoidable.
"What is it?" She chuckled, kissing your cheek to try to get you to relax, "Bruce could take a look and we wouldn't have to wait in some emergency room."
"I think I'll just cab it home." You told her in a high voice, and she gave you a no-nonsense look.
"Y/n."
"Wanda."
"You're being stubborn, let's just go." She waved down a cab with her free hand and helped you inside.
"Upper East Side, please," You told the driver, giving the specific address before she could argue, and then you turned towards the brunette after he nodded, "I just don't want to see them."
She nodded understandingly and soon enough; he was pulling up to your house. You paid him and she helped you up the stoop.
"I'm sorry for ruining our date." You mumbled, putting your leg up on the couch as she went to get you an ice pack.
"I had a good time," She shrugged with a smile, coming around to sit at your side and help you place it slowly on your swollen ankle, but then she frowned when you hissed, "Until you got hurt, I do hate seeing you in pain."
"I'd be worried if you liked it." You smirked and she scrunched her nose up with a smile.
She stayed with you well into the evening before they called her back to the tower and she told you to text or call her if you needed anything. You could tell it pained her to leave you like this, but you assured her you'd be fine. You didn't have any place to be, and you were just going to eat leftovers while watching some crappy reality show. This didn't make it easier for her to leave though because that sounded like fun and she wanted to keep spending time with you.
Around eight that night, your ankle was still pretty sore, but you could walk on it if you needed to, there was a knock at the door and you secretly hoped it'd be your favorite witch, even though you knew that was improbable.
"...Georgia?" You blurted, opening the door further without even giving it a second thought, and the raven-haired girl grinned brightly at you, "What're you doing here?"
"I haven't heard from you in almost a month," She explained like it was obvious why she'd show up unannounced as she stripped her coat off, "I was waiting for the news to say you'd been found dead in a ditch somewhere, so when nothing came up, I figured I'd stop by."
"And you brought...brownies?" You smirked, gesturing towards the covered plate in her hands.
"Raspberry white chocolate fudge brownies," She shoved it towards you, "I know you loved them at my last Halloween party."
"I was high off my ass, but yeah, think I ate an entire pan," You chuckled in remembrance, bringing them into the kitchen, and she followed, "Thank you and thanks for checking up on me, didn't expect anyone to really bother."
"Can't believe it's been so long since I've been here," She glanced around the kitchen and then when her eyes landed on you, she added, "Keeping this cozy place to yourself?" But before you could respond, she gasped, "Oh my god, are you limping? Sweetie, what happened?"
"It's not that – ah, fuck!" You cringed when a wave of searing pain ran up your leg from your ankle, "I stand fucking corrected."
"Here, here," She pulled out a stool and you sat down, "How'd you hurt yourself?"
"Ice skating." You mumbled, holding the ice pack to your ankle and silently begging for it to stop.
"It's dangerous to skate by yourself."
"I wasn't alone," You whimpered in pain when she put a hand on your shoulder for comfort, but it only seemed to ignite an ache in your head that had you squinting, "Fuck, what's happening to me?"
"Y/n, had you hit your head too?"
"No, I don't think –" You reached blindly across the kitchen island for your phone, but a second before you touched it, it slid away, making your attention go to her in confusion, "What're you doing?"
"There's no need for that, sweetie," Her voice was sickly sweet, and you widened your eyes when she caught the device in her hand without batting an eye, "I'll take care of you."
"Georgia, what's going on?" Your headache was making your vision fuzzy, and it was hard to think straight, but you willed off the black spots.
"You really thought nobody would catch on to your little escapades?" She clicked her tongue, "Oh, honey, you can't just show up with loads of cash and expect people not to get curious about the girl who avoids talking about her past," She smirked, somewhat mumbling the next part, "Even when you get in her pants..."
"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows, tears slipping down your cheeks when it got to be too much, and you cried out in pain when she grabbed your ankle, twisting it, "Stop! Stop, please!"
"Hanging out with the avengers was a bad idea, sweetie," She started squeezing and you tried pushing her off, but she was too strong, "A real bad idea."
"Who – who are you?" You sobbed out, yanking your leg away from her, and then falling to the floor, your head feeling like it was on fire, melting your brain from the inside.
"Where is it?" She demanded, kicking your middle and you curled in on yourself, groaning loudly in pain, "Where is it? I know you stole it, you good for nothing –" She kicked you again, harder this time, and you were losing this fight badly, you kept trying to stop time, mumbling the word over and over, but that just made her laugh, "Haven't you noticed? That doesn't work anymore."
You were trying to crawl away, you kept a gun from one of your time stopping trips in the bottom drawer of the island for protection, but then she grabbed your ankle that was probably broken by now and dragged you across the floor.
"Fuck!" You yelled when she stepped on your hand and your consciousness was quickly slipping away from all the pain you were trying to endure, "Georgia, stop!"
Everything sounded so echoey, you weren't sure she even heard you, but then the heel of her boot grounded down into the back of your hand. You turned your head as you yelled out and when you looked up, it wasn't Georgia anymore, it was something else.
The room around you faded into nothing and when the person who donned Georgia's face turned completely black, it opened its mouth to scream.
But only a deafening sound of chitters came out.
