Wanda Maximoff
My computer pings with an alert from Natasha.
Check this out Are her only words.
There's a file attached-- about Rumlow.
"Damnit." I curse under my breath.
There's going to be an attack.
In five days.
In Lagos.
I reel back, plagued with one of my greatest failures.
The explosion. The screams. The fear. The hatred. The terror in their eyes.
I flop down on the bed, closing my eyes, only to open them to an extremely ignorant android phasing through the wall.
"Vis, we talked about this..." I say, shoving a pillow over my face.
"Right, right... sorry..." Vision replies, his voice muffled.
Knock. Knock.
"Ughhhhhh... come in." I groan.
Vis walks in, obviously distressed.
"Look, Wanda..." he says, sitting next to me.
"What do you want, Vis? I don't need comforting or anything. I can take this mission."
He stutters slightly.
"I... I took us off. The mission, I mean."
I sit up, both angry and relieved.
"Vis, why did you do that!!" I practically shout at my...
Friend. He's just a friend. I remind myself.
Although...
He touches my shoulder awkwardly, interrupting my thoughts.
"I made paprikash..." he says uncertainly, "if... if you could try it..."
I smile, despite his action. And the fact that his paprikash probably tastes disgusting.
"How bad can it be?" I wonder out loud.
"Try it for yourself," Vis replies, gesturing to the door.
I laugh, letting myself take Vision's open hand and be led out the door, the air smelling of paprika, and my spirits lifting.
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FanfictionAfter Civil War, the Avengers split apart. Natasha Romanoff goes to break Wanda Maximoff out of the Raft, Ross' cruel prison in the middle of the sea. Five days later, Steve Rogers, Captain America, breaks everyone else out. But something's not ri...
