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Mrs. and Mrs. Smith (Pt. 5 - W.M.)

Wanda's POV

"Fuck!"

Y/N's voice ripped through the room, raw and unfiltered, as she grabbed a chair and hurled it across the space. The sound of splintering wood made me flinch, but I didn't stop her. She needed this. Maybe I did too.

We'd made it back to New York, even though every rational part of us had screamed against it. But Yelena had been adamant—this is where we needed to be.

I leaned against the wall, watching Y/N unravel before my eyes. She was stronger than I'd ever imagined, but right now, that strength looked like pain, rage, and frustration barely contained in her movements. I wanted to reach for her, to stop her, to tell her it would be okay—but the truth was, I wasn't sure it would be.

My anger simmered just beneath the surface, mirroring hers. We'd been double-crossed by the people we trusted most. Their betrayal replayed in my mind like a broken record, each repetition cutting deeper. Maybe that was our mistake—thinking we could trust anyone at all. In our world, loyalty was fragile, and friendships were fleeting.

"Y/N, can you please not completely destroy my place?" Yelena's dry voice broke the tension. She didn't even look up from her laptop as she typed furiously, her focus razor-sharp. "I get it—you're upset. But wrecking my stuff isn't going to fix this. We'll figure it out."

Y/N spun around breathlessly, her fists clenched at her sides. "Yelena, what the hell is left to figure out?" Her voice cracked, and I could hear the helplessness creeping into her tone. It gutted me.

"We have no resources," she continued, her voice rising with each word. "No one left to turn to. The Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. are now working together to eliminate us. While I wouldn't dare bet against Wanda and me, I don't want to fight."

My chest tightened at her words. I didn't either. We'd fought for so long—against enemies, against expectations, against ourselves. I stepped closer to her, closing the distance she was putting between us with every word.

"Y/N," I said softly, my voice breaking through the chaos. She turned to me, her eyes blazing with anger. I reached out, my fingers brushing against hers, bringing her back for just a moment. "We'll get through this. It's just you and me, but we can do this," I promised. My words felt thin, hollow even, but I needed to believe them. For her. For us.

"Don't forget about me," Yelena let out with a heavy sigh from her desk. "And can you two save the romantic declarations for when we're not actively being hunted?" she muttered, not unkindly.

I almost smiled at her bluntness, but Y/N didn't. She was still too caught up in the storm, and I couldn't blame her.

"Yelena, please tell me you have something," I said, my voice sharper than I intended. The weight of everything—betrayal, fear, the unknown—was crushing me, and the room felt like it was closing in. Every second that passed felt like we were losing ground, and we didn't have much left to lose.

Yelena didn't flinch. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, her focus unshakable. "Of course I do," she replied evenly, still not looking up. Yelena's lips twitched into a faint smirk. "Tell me, Y/N—do you happen to remember 'Operation: St. Nick'?"

I felt Y/N stiffen beside me, her body language shifting as recognition flickered in her eyes. "Yes, of course. It was my very first mission. Why would that be important now?" she asked, pulling me closer instinctively, as though the touch could anchor her to reality. I let her. Her warmth against me soothed the storm raging inside my chest.

"What if I told you," Yelena began, her tone deliberate, every word weighted with purpose, "that once upon a time, the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. worked together in perfect harmony? Full-on saving-the-world-together vibes."