Secretly Yours - Wanda Maximoff x reader

Chapter 12: Winners Love Winning

The arms of the clock locked into place at an obnoxiously slow pace. Every second that passed felt like an eternity only worsened by the overwhelming feeling of defeat. Maximoff had won; the case was impossible.

After a long night of staring at my blank computer screen, I'd decided the embarrassment of falling asleep at my desk outweighed the shame of not cracking the case, and ended up going home.

Now I was stuck in the most mind-numbing lecture known to man, my brain too clouded by the loss to focus on anything else. Mrs. Abel asked a question, and when no one spoke up to answer I lifted my head for a split second to scan the room. No Flash.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to keep the sick feeling in my stomach under control. Flash never skipped class, so it was pretty obvious where he was. He'd clearly managed to come up with a solid argument for the case, and was probably already clearing his schedule to make time for one-on-one sessions with Maximoff. She was going to become his mentor and we were never going to hear the end of it.

My fingers curled around the edge of my chair, pressing hard against the plastic. I needed to focus on the lesson. I couldn't fall behind at the internship and at uni as well.

Mrs. Abel was pacing the front of the room, projector remote in hand as she flicked through PowerPoint slides about different causes of death or wounds. It was pretty gruesome; with some graphic pictures causing me to grip my chair even harder. But one slide stood out to me. A gun shot wound.

A sudden realisation had me jumping out of my seat and hurrying out the lecture hall doors before Mrs. Abel had time to look in my direction.

A breathless laugh escaped my mouth as I reached Maximoff & Associates in record time. I knew there was a chance someone had got there first, but at least I knew the case wasn't impossible; I hadn't completely been beaten by Maximoff. Each floor passed in a blur as the elevator made its way up to the top of the building. My heart beat fast in my chest like it always did at the thought of seeing the red head, but it seemed to stop completely as I saw Flash leave her office. I wanted to sink into the floor when he directed a cocky smile at me, almost crumbling to the ground when his shoulder brushed against mine when he passed to go to the elevator.

The elevator doors shut behind me and let my shoulders sag. My gaze wandered to the stairs, and for a split-second I considered jumping through the window instead.

"Y/n."

I shook my head and looked up, my eyes instantly meeting hers. She looked at me expectantly, as if she was waiting for me to make the first move (which of course I didn't).

She nodded towards her office and my legs automatically moved in that direction, following her instructions without a second thought. I scolded myself for being so compliant and kept my head down as I ducked under her arm which held the door open for me. I planted myself a few steps from the door and shivered when I felt her stand behind me.

"Do you want to sit down?" She asked, her voice low with a firm undertone.

I gulped, my throat suddenly feeling extremely dry. "No, not really."

"That wasn't a question." Her hand rested on my shoulder as she passed me, a small gesture that almost made my knees buckle. I figured I might need to sit down after that.

"Honestly, I was about to leave." I sat down reluctantly, shooting Maximoff an awkward smile at the admission.

She tilted her head, crossing her arms as she leant forward slightly. "And why is that."