Age of Y/n: 18
Gender of Y/n: Female
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Stupid summer camp. Mom found this Avengers camp for the summer and forced me into going, but only because I can heal myself and others. We learnt that when we were in a car accident seven years ago. My major injuries were healed after an hour. Now I'm on the coach on the way to the Avengers Compound, which is probably because my mom wanted me away so she could spend time with her many fuckbuddies. The coach is packed with children aged like 11 to 15 and I was put on this one because they needed a responsible person to ensure they stay on line. I should be on the coach with the other people my age but no. "Excuse me miss..do you have a pad...mine are in my suitcase.." A young girl asks me quietly. She's looks scared. There's a toilet on the coach so luckily she can sort herself out. I roll my eyes a little, "Yea kid. One sec." I say to her and grab my bag from between my legs. I pull out a few pads and give them to her. "Here you go. How old are you?" I ask her only realising she's small and the scared look suggests it's her first period. "I'm 11.." she tells me softly before thanking me for the pads and rushing to the toilet.
I smile a little, knowing I helped a young girl gives me a little bit of joy. I never got that. I sigh a little before putting my headphones on and closing my eyes. These kids are way to loud for me and I hate it. After a few hours of reading my book, eating my snacks and looking over the leaflet the camp sent out for information on what is included, we finally arrive at the camp. As I make my way of the coach we meet our leaders. It's the actual Avengers which is pretty cool. One in particular takes my interest. She's redhead and pretty young, she looks nervous. There's a huge pile of bags beside my coach so I go over to find mine. Its right at the top. I grab it before hearing my name get called. "Y/n Anderson." A staff member shouts. I look over, "Here." I shout putting my hand up. "You're with Wanda Maximoff." I'm told. I nod and walk over to the sign with that name. It's a small group. And it's with the girl that caught my eye. She looks at me and smiles. It makes me blush a little.
After about fifteen minutes, my group is taken to the living complex a small journey away from the compound. All the other in the group talk amongst themselves, introducing themselves and giving little facts about them. I stay quiet, admiring the redhead beside me every so often. "I can feel you watching me." The voice says. I gulp a little, "Sorry." I say to her, slightly nervous. She chuckles a little, "Its fine, how old are you?" She asks me, starting a conversation. I smile a little, "I'm eighteen. What about you?" I ask curiously. She smiles, opening a door with her powers, "I'm twenty five." Her tone is soft, I could almost melt.
I can not feel this way about a twenty five year old.
The next day..
It's the first morning of camp, I'm sat alone at one of the many tables set up in the cafeteria. I noticed the group of team leader walk in. I've learnt it's Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, The Vision and Wanda Maximoff. I've met them all briefly but I've spoken to my team leader most. My plate is still full. I struggle eating breakfast. My doctor tells me I need to eat more.
I read my book and try to ignore the sick feeling the smell of the food on my plate is giving me. "Morning Y/n." I hear a familiar voice say. I look up and see its Wanda. "Morning Teach." I say as a joke. She chuckles, "Can I sit here?" She asks me. I nod and smile, placing my bookmark in my book and putting it on the table. She sits. Her tang top hugs her just right, dragging my eyes to her breasts. "So, not hungry?" She asks me, pulling my eyes to look in hers. "Um..not really.." I mumble, trying to avoid my eating. She nods a little. "Yeah, the food chef makes down here isn't great..what do you normally have for breakfast?" She asks me, curiously. I look at the plate. "Not much..." I tell her. She smiles, but it's a little forced. "Well, eat something..we are doing some combat today so you'll feel better if you eat." She tells me. Its like she cares. It's nice.
After an hour of breakfast and finishing getting ready wits time for our first activity of the day. Combat, as Wanda said. We are all waiting for her to enter and explain what to do. I'm sat against a wall. Everyone talking, i heard a few talk about me. I'm just ignoring it. Then she walks in, taking control, it's so attractive. "Okay guys, shut it and listen. We are doing basic punches and blocks. Who wants to help me demonstrate?" She asks, aserting her dominance. Nobody volunteers. I look up to her, making making contact with her. "Y/n. Will you join me?" She asks me. I nod and get to my feet, walking over. She smiles at me, "So, when I take a punch, I want you to try an dodge. Okay?" She asks me. I nod and smile setting my feet in a sort of stance. She then bring her fists up and then goes to punch. A panic sets in me, a small flashback, I bend down quickly before getting back up and punching back. I hit her in the arm. She grabs her arm and looks at me. "Everyone do that." She demands before taking me to the side.
"I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you? Let me see." I say to her as she takes her hoodie off. A bruise forming immediately where I hit her. She looks down to her arm. "Damn." She says to me with a chuckle following it. I place my hand on her arm, closing my eyes and taking a breath. Healing her arm. She watches. I finish the healing and are my hand off her. She looks at her arm. She places her hand on my thigh, "Thanks sweetheart." She tells me. I feel myself go hot. "Yeah welcome. Yes. Um." I cough, embarrassed. "You're welcome."
There's definitely some sort of tension between us.
The rest of the day is a blur.
The evening activity is a camp fire. They paired the group of 15 year olds with my group. Tony Stark is with the 15year old, talking and telling hem facts. My group is joking around, making smores. I'm sat alone. "Hey sweetheart."
I know that voice.
"Hey Teach." I chuckle. She sits very close to me. "So, you seem alone and a bit bored my love." She tells me. I chuckle a little. "Yeah..bit bored.. " I flirt. She makes a noise. She grabs my hand, "Come with me." She tells me as she pulls me up. We leave. She takes me somewhere. It's the actual compound. She takes me to her room. "You're sweet." She tells me.
She's really close to me. "Thank you.." I mumble as I look to her lips. She's breathing deeply. I places a hand on my arm. "There's.. just this tension I can feel..between us.." she tells me. I nod a little staring in her eyes. "Yeah...I feel it to.." I whisper to her leaning closer. She nods, pushing her lips into mine. I take it. Doing the same. "We shouldn't do this." I say to her, trying not to melt in her arms, her lips. She nods, "You're right.." she mumbles. Kissing me more. I fail. Melting. I place my arms over her shoulders. She placing her hands on my hips and running them up and down my sides.
She lifts me up, making sure my leg are wrapped around her. She move. She moves up, her lips running down my neck. He hits that spot. I moan out loud. It was definitely heard. And I give no fucks. She drops me on her bed. Pushing down on me. Making me practically beg her to go further. She complies.
The next day..
I'm sat at the same table I was yesterday. "Where were you last night?" One of my bunk mates ask me. I smile, going back to the night. "I was..doing something.." I lie. Well. Not really a lie is it. "What?" She asks me. Before I reply Wanda places her plate down and sits, "Morning girls." She says to me. "Morning Wanda." My bunk mate says. "M..Morning." I choke. She smirks at me. Wanda looks at my bunk mate, "If you don't mind, I need a word with Miss Anderson here." She says. The girl leaves.
"Last night was.." Wanda begins. I smirk, "great.." I'm mumble quietly. She smiles. "Teachers pet." She laughs at me before shovin her fork into some eggs. I roll my eyes, "Sure Teach."
