Avengers Imagines Book

Touch of Death

Nick Fury had been the one to bring you in. He said it was because he could see your potential, but you knew it was so he could keep an eye on you. He'd also have Earth's Mightiest Heroes to help out. That man trusted no one.

Of course, why blame him? You didn't trust yourself. Your powers were destructive. You hated them. People have died simply because they touched you at the wrong time. 'A danger to society' is what your family called you before throwing you out.

Not long after, Fury found you. He already knew everything about you somehow, so he offered you a home. Well, more like a slightly more comfortable prison cell.

It's not like you actually lived and slept in a cell, but you never felt like this place could be a home with how you were treated.

Obviously Fury informed the team about you, what you had done and what you could do. They were all terrified of you. They tried to be polite from a distance, but no one dared get close to you, let alone offered to help you.

That's how it was for a week. Then, like you'd heard from the others, a quinjet came in and a group of Avengers returned from their two-week long mission. You didn't know who was on it, no one really stayed around you long enough to share.

Wanda walked off the jet, exhausted from the long mission and ready to take a proper shower. After her debrief on the mission, she ignored everyone else and walked to her room. On the way, she nearly ran into one girl.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," the girl immediately said after jumping back ten feet. Okay, maybe not ten feet, but she flew back.

Wanda gave her a look of confusion, realizing she didn't know the girl, but before the introduction could be started, the girl was gone. Wanda knew it was weird, and she'd get on it right after a good shower.

And a good nap.

After those things had been accomplished, Wanda found Steve, who hadn't been on the mission, so he'd have answers.

"Who's the new girl?" she asked.

There was no need for clarification. "Fury found her. Brought her in, but we still don't know if it was for protection, to give her a place to live, or to keep an eye on her."

That had Wanda raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'keep an eye on her'?"

Steve sighed. "Her powers... they're dangerous. She's hurt a lot of people. We don't... we don't know what to do with her," he admitted.

Wanda sighed and closed her eyes, reigning in the anger she was quickly being consumed with. "So what, no one talks to her? Helps her? Trains her?" Wanda asked, her questions being fired one after another.

Her eyes were close to burning holes into Steve's guilty face. "I know, I know, but... Wanda, people have died after just touching her. Sorry for being a bit wary."

She let her gaze relax from scathing to determined. "That ends now."

You were in your room/cell, laying in the middle of the floor. You'd burned the sheets on the bed when you tried to sleep there your first night. The floor was cooler, and kept the simmering heat under your skin at bay.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You sat up quickly. No one has ever knocked on your door before. No one ever came over here.

"Hello?" you called out, unsure of how to go about this.

The door opened slowly and in popped Wanda Maximoff. You had nearly touched her in the hallway and were beating yourself up over possibly hurting an Avenger. Seeing her in here, you expected her to get mad at you for what you did.