The second we hit ground in Toronto, shots were fired, the group of us quickly waking up and grabbing our weapons. At one point Wanda had fallen asleep against the headrest, her mouth hanging open as she did. I kept my eyes on the sky but couldn't help glancing back to the brunette, an unwanted smile falling into my lips as she lay peacefully. That was until landing and our craft became surrounded.
"Eyes on the prize," Steve voiced, clicking his fingers as we all got ready, doing our own little thing as we readied to leave the aircraft.
"Stark and Thor, I want you out first to make sure these guys don't take the first impact. We don't know what's behind those doors, all we know is that there are 5 hostages inside. Y/N and Wanda I need eyes and ears from the sky, do what you need to do to make sure we know what's coming up. Everyone else; get to the hostages and don't let anyone else get hurt," he smiled, grabbing hold of his shield, "ready?"
We all gave him a sort of half hearted nod as I put my coms in and cracked my jaw, the doors opened and gun fire rang around us.
"Maximoff," I spoke loudly over the shooting as everyone ran out.
She furrowed her brows and looked back at me.
"Stay safe, okay?"
She smiled slightly and nodded, her abilities wrapping around her body as she pushed herself into the air, a smile on my own lips as I followed suit, launching myself after her as Stark, Thor and Steve all worked to take down the biggest man in dark grey suits while Clint shot out at the others from inside the jet. Vision was quite literally storming through the crowd, knocking multiple people out at once as he went while Bruce tried ever so hard to force Hulk out into the world through his violent hangover, his face turning a mild shade of green before returning to its normal colour. Wanda was parallel to me, her red wisps giving her a glow I hadn't seen since Sokovia. As she moved through the air, taking down 4 or 5 men at a time, her hair looked like she had just shot out of a Treseme advert with her chipped black nail varnish and all new leather suit complete with a shiny red corset, pushing her breast up so her necklaces fell between them. I dont know why she felt it was necessary to wear so many god forsaken rings but she always was and today was no different.
"Are you going to help at all?" she asked me loudly with the sound of the wind around us.
I smiled slightly at her question and looked down at the field below me before taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, my body surging with power before I opened my eyes and shot one large violet energy ball down to the ground, taking out the vast majority of the soldiers just as one shot up at me, the bullet landing flat in my shoulder.
"Oh for fucks sake," I exhaled, my head going light as I lost the ability to hold myself in the air.
"Y/N!" Wanda shouted as I quickly began falling, the ground growing closer until I became light once more and carefully landed on the field.
As I hit the grass, I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths, holding my shoulder tightly to stop the bleeding. I had been shot before, of course I had, but it never stopped hurting like a fucking bitch.
"Open those eyes for me," her soft Sokovian accent voiced, warm hands on my cheeks.
"I'm fine," I laughed out my nose, opening my eyes and looking into her worried ones.
"You need to learn another word other than fine," she smiled slightly.
I laughed a little harder before the searing pain returned, tensing my stomach to try and counteract it.
"Take your hand away," she ordered.
"We need to help the others," I groaned.
"We need to get back to the jet," she corrected, wrapping her abilities around me once more, lifting us both into the air until she gently laid me on the floor in the middle of the ship.
"Hey, what happened?" Bruce voiced, running over to us and literally pushing Wanda out the way as he knelt down to see what he was looking at, "Wanda I need-"
"Get it yourself," she snarked.
"Guys," I groaned, looking between them as Bruce rolled his eyes and stood up to get his medical kit.
"Hey," Wanda said softly, cupping my cheek loosely, "do you trust me?"
"Mildly," I exhaled, a teasing smile on my lips.
"I need to get to the wound-" Bruce started, trying to move Wanda away again as she turned quickly, her hair moving with her as her eyes flashed red.
"Get your hands off me, I can get the bullet out if you give me a fucking minute," she cursed, shooting him backward into the wall before looking down at me again.
"That was hot," I groaned, my face scrunching up as she pulled my hand away from the bullet hole.
"Time and place," she smiled slowly, placing her own hand over the wound and taking a deep breath before closing her eyes and letting light tendrils dance into my skin.
I felt a soft tug on the piece of aluminium and threw my head back.
"I know," she whispered, "I'm trying to make it as painless as possible."
"It's okay," I assured her, reaching out to hold her free hand as her lips curled into a smile.
She took one final deep breath and ever so delicately moved it where it was wedged deep into my skin to the tip of it before lightly squeezing my hand and pulling the bullet out in one quick movement as I screamed out.
"I know, I know," she calmed me, linking our fingers together as she placed her other hand flat against the wound to stop the bleeding from increasing.
"Thanks," I breathed out.
"You realise you've gone a good 15 minutes without saying anything mean or sassy?" Wanda smirked slightly.
I hummed and nodded, "I feel slightly delirious, I'll be completely honest."
She laughed slightly and moved to sit more comfortably next to me as Bruce joined us, giving Wanda a constant side eye as he removed the top half of my suit to clean and stick up the hole. Wanda remained next to me the entire time, holding my hand tightly during the first stitch all the way to the bandage part of the process. The rest of the team eventually appeared once the hostages I'll assume were safely with the local police. Nat was the first to come toward us with furrowed brows.
"What happened out there?" Stark asked.
"Fucking bastard shot me," I exhaled.
"You holding up okay?" Nat questioned.
"I'll live," I smiled slightly, "Wanda got the bullet out pretty quickly."
"Good job kid," Steve told Wanda with single nod as Stark went to start up the engine, the rumbling of the machine making me groan in pain.
"You're doing so well," Wanda smiled down at me; everyone returning to their own activities as I looked up into her eyes, our hands still linked together as Bruce finished up and finally left us alone.
"Thank you," I whispered, squeezing her hand.
She gave me a small smile and nodded slowly, our eyes maintaining the most intense eye contact of my life.
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The Prophecy
Fanfiction"I'm not a good person," I told her, my hands on her shoulders, "I've done things you can't even imagine, you don't want to love someone like me." "I can't help it," she laughed out her nose, searching the both of my eyes with a small smile, "I wish...
