AVENGERS ONESHOTS (requests are closed)

Dragons ~ Wanda Maximoff

Request- Wanda x Fem!Reader. Before AOU. You were experimented on and can turn into a dragon and Wanda is your handler since she can communicate with you, but she doesn't know it at first AsteriaHunter

Words- 3755

Warnings- Language, a little kissy kissy

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You felt dizzy, your head was throbbing in excruciating pain as you weakly attempted to lift your arms. Your mouth was dry as you heaved a labored breath.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" the voice of a young woman rang in your ears. Her voice was muffled like your head was underwater, but you could just about depict her accent that laced every word. It sounded familiar, but you couldn't place a pin on it.

You slowly come to your senses, you weakly rise to your feet, but you stumble to the wall for support, you feel so weak. Your vision was so blurry and fogged, you felt against the dirty cement wall and run your eyes with your hand. The ringing in your ears came to a slow stop. It smelt of smoke and ash, it made you cough dryly in an attempt to clear your throat.

The voice called for your name again, you looked up and saw her. She was standing on the other side of the glass wall, she wore a fearful look. You let out an unintentional groan as you stumbled towards her. Her metal covered hands banged on the glass, her breath fogged the glass.

"Wanda?" you mumble, "Hey, are you okay? They were pretty relentless on you today, " she says, soon memories flood.

That damn chair; those damn chains and collar. Your hand reached up to your neck to feel the bruises and scars that the metal collar had causes over the many hours of use. You feel a stinging sensation along your legs and back, must've been from the whip. 

"What happened?" you ask softly, grabbing the scars at your wrist; picking away the dried up blood. "They made you turn again, " she said. You were able to morph into a dragon. That is what they made you. A monster that knights in shining armor slay in order to get to the damsel in distress. The mythical creature children fear in storybooks. The monster that inhales smoke and ash and exhales fire. One with red and black slides, with leathery evil wings; sharp dangerous claws with killer teeth. That's what you are.

You let out a sigh, that must be why my back hurts so bad. They must've whipped you while you were in your other form. You let down. You felt gross and disgusting, then you looked at Wanda, she had her hands covered completely with a metal cuff, which was attached to her neck. She was allowed two hours in the morning and two hours at night to have her cuffs off, they wanted her to practice her telekinetic powers. It must be about mid-day or mid-night.

"Where's Pietro?" you ask as you down see him in the cell across from yours. "They took him to run around, but they're probably hurting him, " she says in a small voice. You frown and turn yo her, "Lets bust out of here, " you whisper and Wanda gasps and peers into the hallway to make sure no guards were near.

"Are you crazy, Y/N!" she whisper-shouts to you and you scoff, "We can do it. Piet is fast, you can levitate, and I can fly. We can be free, " you say speaking of an unlikely future. You want this; you've been locked up here for as long as you can remember. The twins have been in here longer. You were taken away from your family as they were murdered in front of you and then strapped to a chair with experiments, needles, injections, gases, surgeries. You wanted to know what life was like. You wanted to see the sun and the rain. You've never seen a rainbow before, or a bolt of lightning. You felt taken a breath of fresh air in ages. 

Wanda cranes her neck, her eyes focused on the metal, clasping her hands together encaged. She tugs on the chain that is connected to her neck. Her eyes met yours; they were flashing a hue of scarlet red and her pupils were dilating. You can tell she was considering it.