avengers imagines smut/fluff/angst

soulmate *series* (wm)

a/n- grab tissues NOW

she stayed behind in the crowd, watching and waiting for anything to happen. steve held rumlow by the collar, uttering words to and fro quietly. wanda was backup, a "just in case" hero. since pietros death, she was alone always. she couldn't stand being in company too often- she missed him too much. it didnt kill her, but a part of her died that day in sokovia. she lost the one person who cared about her. focus, wanda come on. she couldn't let steve down by thinking about piet now. but she couldn't help it. the only thing left in the world for her was her soulmate, and she wasn't even sure she had one. the band around her wrist that showed when her soulmate was near hadn't glowed yet and she was almost certain it never would. how would her soulmate cope knowing all the awful things she had done, she could barely recognise herself. she was a freak of nature, a weirdo. she didn't deserve love.
"and youre coming with me!" rumlow shouted, smirking evilly. wanda snapped out of her trance, moving her attention to the bomb vest rumlow had set off. acting quickly, she controlled the blast but sent it flying into a building. she saved steve, but must have killed hundreds in that building. guilt over came her. clapping her hand over her mouth, she sobbed, sinking to her knees.
watching as people were wheeled on stretchers out of the building, wanda sobbed quietly- knowing that SHE had caused this. the guilt burnt like gasoline in her guts, toxic and agonising. it burnt her out so badly there was no "wanda" left, just the outline of a person. it haunts her with every breath. remorse hit her hit her like a sledge hammer, if only she'd been paying attention. out of nowhere, her band began to glow a bright gold. she jumped to her feet, scanning the area for an identical band. her eyes fell on a body bag with a light inside it. no, oh god no. this cant be. this cant happen her mind ran wild, her thoughts taunting her. she raced to the bag, throwing it open. her finger traced the face of a beautiful girl, an olive complexion, gorgeous blue eyes and perfectly kissable lips. staring at the glowing band, some hope rose within her. a band cant glow if the person is dead. a paramedic shouted at her to move but she shook the beautiful girl hard, shouting for her to wake up. then, the band glowed red. wanda felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. she had killed her own soulmate, the only person left in this world who would care about her. she had nothing left to give, nothing to take. nothing to live for. she sunk to her knees beside the body bad, laying her head on her soulmates chest. her tears flowed like a river, quick and never ending. each tear was a symbol of a shard of her heart, lodged within her chest. she was numb.