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. 😅...
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"Wanda, what the hell are you doing?"
Yelena's voice cuts through the room like a blade just as she lunges forward, catching Y/N before her head can hit the ground.
The sound snaps me out of it. Out of the kiss. Out of what just happened.
I stagger back a step, breath unsteady, lips still tingling, my mind struggling to catch up with my body. Across from me, Natasha looks just as shaken. Eyes wide, chest rising and falling like she's trying to ground herself in the present.
And Y/N... Y/N isn't moving.
Panic surges. I move without thinking, crossing the distance in seconds, but Yelena shoves me back hard with on hand before I can even reach her.
"Don't touch her!" she snaps, fury blazing in her eyes. "You don't deserve her!"
The words hit, but I don't have time to feel them. My focus locks on Y/N, pale and still.
"Why are you kissing Natasha?" Yelena demands, her voice breaking at the edges now, anger barely contained.
I force myself to stay steady. Emotions are chaos right now, but none of that matters.
"We need to get her into surgery," Dr. Cho cuts in sharply, already moving, already assessing. "We don't have much time. The nanites are unstable. This is our window."
Her urgency slices clean through the tension.
"Dr. Banner, we must go now."
Bruce nods without hesitation, Stark joining as they move toward Yelena. Together, they carefully take Y/N from her arms, laying her back onto the bed, and get her connected to their monitors.
I hover close, but I don't touch her again. Not after that. Not after what Yelena said.
They rush her out, the bed rolling fast through the doors, machines beeping, voices overlapping.
She's gone.
The silence that follows is suffocating. It settles between the three of us like something physical, pressing in from all sides until there's barely room to breathe.
Me. Natasha. Yelena.
"Wow," Natasha mutters at last, dragging a hand through her hair as she exhales sharply. "So I really missed a lot, didn't I?"
Her tone is casual on purpose. Too casual. The kind of lightness that's used to cover fractures before they show.
"How long was I out again?" she asks.
"A little over a week," I answer quietly.
The words feel wrong the moment they leave my mouth. As if they are too small for everything that's happened in them.
"A week," Natasha repeats, eyebrows lifting faintly. Then a smirk tugs at her mouth, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "And in that time, you and my sister managed to fall into a love triangle with our new doctor? She must be something."
