Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
The decision forms before I open my eyes. Tell them about the nanites.
Tell Tony. Tell Wanda. Tell—
It disappears. Not like a thought fading. Like it's been erased.
Then my eyes open. I wake. The medbay lights are too bright. My body feels heavy but intact. No searing pain. No molten invasion. Just a dull hum beneath my skin. But not mine.
I don't move right away because something is thinking with me... For me.
"Hey."
Yelena's voice. I turn my head toward her.
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She's sitting beside the bed, before she quickly stands. Her eyes fixed on my face like she had been waiting for hours, but relief softens her expression when I focus on her.
"You're back," she says.
I want to respond. I try to swallow. My throat works. My lungs expand. My heart beats. Steady. Perfectly steady.
But something has been disconnected. I can't respond.
Instead, I am forced to look around. Across the room, my eyes land on who they were looking for.
Natasha.
She lies in a bed. Pale. Stable. Alive.
The memory crashes in. The forest. The red glow. The nanites.
You belong to HYDRA now.
My pulse spikes, but just as quickly as it comes, it goes. Immediately, something cool spreads along my spine.
Regulating. Dampening. The panic recedes.
That's not normal. That's not—
"Y/N?"
Tony's voice joins the room. He's near the monitors, scanning readings as he walks closer. "Kid, you gotta stop scaring me. How are you feeling?"
Again, I want to respond. Tell him the truth. Warn him.
But I can't. Instead, I nod.
"Y/N, you pulled off something insane out there."
Pulled off? I look at him.
"What happened?" I ask, not out of curiosity, but out of need.
The words come easily. I need to understand what they know. What they think happened.
But it's not only me who needs to know.
Tony gestures toward Natasha. "Whatever you did, you stripped the nanites clean out of her system. There's no trace. It's like they just... disintegrated."
Disintegrated?
No. They didn't. I remember them crawling. I remember—
The memory flickers, then blurs. Like corrupted footage.
