And Then I Wrote Marvel

Help Me Through (Bucky x Wanda)

First legit request! Yay! This one came from Tumblr (I'm andtheniwrotemarvel).

willowangelus4eva--Could you do a one shot where Wanda is a werewolf going through her first transformation and Bucky who is a werewolf himself helps her through the process

I have no idea how to write about werewolves, but I'll give it my best shot.

The moon had never looked like that before. It had never made noise before. Yet, here it was, bigger and more luminous than Wanda had ever seen it, filling her head with indescribably harsh noise. She was brought to her knees onto the soft ground in the forest, her hands clutching her head.

Her whole body hurt like someone was inside her, poking needles under her skin. It felt like someone was growing and shrinking her bones, and they were ready to snap. He looked at her arms and saw thick, coarse hair sprouting from them. She almost had a heart attack. No. She couldn't be one of them.

Wanda screamed.

Almost a mile away, someone heard her. He had already transformed, being a few years older and more experienced with the werewolf transformation than the young girl. He remembered his first transformation, and that he wouldn't have gotten through it without someone helping him. So he ran. He ran to find the screaming girl.

Wanda fought against whatever was going on. She just wanted to be a normal kid, not a wolf. Her twin brother, Pietro, wasn't one, so why was she? Her parents were killed by werewolves, and she despised the idea of becoming one herself. She hugged herself and cried through the pain.

The wolf heard every sob. He had covered almost all of the distance he needed to in a few short minutes. Being a rogue, he had trained himself for speed. He wasn't looking for a fight, just solitude. It helped that he was naturally faster than most.

He stepped slowly into a clearing in the forest. The brown haired girl looked up in fright as she heard the grass rustling.

"So," the wolf thought. "Her senses have already amplified."

"Please don't hurt me!" she cried out in fear. "I haven't done anything." She tucked her head down, holding her arms over it as if it would offer substantial protection.

After nothing happened for a few seconds, she chanced a look up. Her arms fell away from her head immediately as she stared into the blue eyes of the most handsome man she'd ever laid eyes on. He had chin length dark hair that contrasted his eyes beautifully. His chin was covered in stubble that accentuated the bags under his eyes. He was very handsome, but he was so tired.

"Don't fight it," he counseled softly.

"What?" Wanda said, coming back into reality.

"I said don't fight it," he repeated. "It just makes it worse."

Her hysteria returned, but only at half the power. "I don't want to be a monster!" she shouted.

The man seemed hurt by her harsh words, but continued comforting her. He remembered the terrible things that he had thought about himself when he had first transformed. "You're not a monster," he said.

"Werewolves are monsters, and I'm turning into one. I don't want to be one. I just want to be a normal girl."

"Not all of us are monsters," he claimed, looking to the ground.

"The only ones I've ever met are," she fired back. Another wave of fierce pain washed over her, and she screamed loudly.

The man shushed her quickly. "You keep that up, and you're going to attract the wrong kind of attention. I heard you from over a mile away, so you'd better hope that I'm the only one around," he stated. His demeanor softened again. "Besides, it doesn't hurt so bad if you just let it happen."

"I can't let it happen," she sobbed.

"You're going to have to."

"Just leave me alone or kill me!" she demanded, a fresh wave of tears coming.

"A pretty girl like you? I couldn't kill you," the man said, switching tactics. "I bet you'll be the prettiest wolf of any of them."

"Wolves aren't pretty."

"Well then, someone's been lying to me for my whole life."

Wanda laughed at that. "You are handsome; I will give you that," she complimented him. "But I've never seen a wolf that wasn't a monster."

Before her eyes, he changed into a wolf, startling her into crying out loudly. The wolf looked more like a dog than the monsters that she had seen, and she was humbled. He was a pretty wolf. As he poked her arm with his nose, her hand touched some of his fur, and she was shocked at how soft it was.

She ran a hand down the almost metallic gray fur of his back, and the wolf pressed his nose into her arm again. He looked up into her eyes, pleading her to let the transformation happen.

"N-no, I told you, I can't," she insisted.

The wolf let out the saddest whimper. He was using the girl's attraction to his form against her, and she realized that.

"You are just a manipulative little ball of fluff," she scolded him. "But...okay. I can do this."

She tried not to scream as she let herself transform for the first time. It was undoubtedly less painful than fighting it, but it went against everything that she had thought since she was younger. She felt that she was almost as guilty as the wolves that had killed her parents just by being like them, but she was hopeful that this man would show her a different side to the werewolves. If he wasn't so bad, then there had to be more like him.

She was light brown in color, and her fur was as soft as a plush animal's. She collapsed to the ground in fatigue.

"I told you that you would be pretty," the gray wolf said.

"You've told me a lot of things that I didn't believe," she added. "What's your name?"

"I'm Bucky. Who are you?"

"I'm Wanda. I'm sorry for being a pain," she apologized sheepishly.

"I was a worse pain when I first transformed, I assure you," he chuckled. "Let's move as soon as you're ready. I want to put as much distance between us and here. Most wolves aren't too fond of me."

"Why? Did you do something?" she asked warily.

"It's more about what I didn't...don't do."

"If it means anything, I trust you," Wanda said.

"Being honest, that means the world," he answered.

Ahahahaha that was so bad you guys