The Neighbor

Chapter 70

The Quinjet lands smoothly, but the tension in the air is thick, noticeable. The doors hiss open, revealing the dark night and the glow of the Avengers Compound's lights ahead. Wanda steps out, her form strong and steady despite the weight in her arms. She holds you close, cradling your fragile, trembling body as if you're the most precious thing in the world.

Your head rests against her chest, your body barely hanging on. Each breath is shallow, weak, but her soothing whispers never cease.

"Shh...It's okay, love. We're almost there," Wanda murmurs, her lips brushing against your hair, the words full of love and comfort despite the storm of emotions swirling inside her. Her fingers gently stroke your arm, trying to calm the pain that surges through your broken form.

As she steps onto the landing pad, Natasha rushes toward her, her eyes wide with concern. "Wanda—"

"Make sure the boys don't see," Wanda cuts her off sharply, her voice strong but tight with emotion. Her eyes flash, flicking toward Natasha with a command she can't ignore. "I don't want them to see her like this. Not like this."

Natasha gives a swift nod, her face hardening with determination as she moves quickly. Without hesitation, she turns, heading toward the compound. Wanda trusts Natasha to do what needs to be done—to keep Tommy and Billy safe, to make sure they're out of sight, away from the pain you're in. The boys couldn't see you like this, not when you were so fragile, so hurt.

Wanda continues forward, her steps quickening as she crosses the compound's threshold, carrying you with the gentleness of someone afraid you might break apart completely in her arms. Her eyes never leave you, her lips pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your hair, trying to soothe you even as her heart shatters at the sight of you so weakened.

"Stay with me," she whispers, her voice trembling as she holds you tighter. "We're almost there, baby. Just a little longer."

Your body trembles in her arms, each jolt sending a fresh wave of pain through you. A soft whimper escapes your lips, but even in your weakened state, you feel the warmth of her love, the gentle caress of her magic protecting you. You don't have the strength to respond, but you cling weakly to her, finding comfort in the rhythm of her heartbeat.

Wanda pushes through the compound doors, her magic swirling faintly in the air as she moves quickly toward the medical wing. The hallways blur around her, the world outside falling away as she focuses on the one thing that matters getting you help. Her heart is pounding, her breath shallow, but she never lets you see her fear. She only lets you feel her love.

With every step, she coos softly to you, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm here. I've got you. Just stay with me, please. You're safe now. I'm not leaving your side."

She presses another kiss to your temple, her lips lingering for a moment as her magic pulses gently, easing some of your pain. But the sight of your broken body in her arms, the bruises marring your skin, the exhaustion in your eyes it's almost too much for her to bear.

But Wanda keeps moving, her determination unwavering.

As she nears the medical wing, the doors slide open, and the room is bright, sterile, filled with the sound of doctors and medics rushing forward to meet her. Wanda doesn't let go of you, not yet. She's not ready to let you out of her arms.

"Get ready," she orders softly, her voice firm as her eyes flash toward the medical team. "I'm not leaving her. Just get her what she needs."

The medics nod quickly, preparing everything as Wanda gently lowers you onto the medical bed. But even as she lays you down, her hand never leaves yours. She squeezes your hand tightly, her eyes full of love as she leans down, her lips brushing against your cheek one more time.