𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛

Big sister Wanda

Wanda being an overprotective "big sister"

Trigger warning:beat up, mentioned of blood, and sweat words. Nothing to bad:)

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Pain

Pain, was all I felt. 

My vision started getting fuzzier by the second, a  coppery taste filling my mouth. All I could smell blood, and rain, swirling together as the pain became more severe, my conscious threatening to slip away.

I couldn't remember where I was, or for how long I was there, but all I knew that I needed to get home. Or the tower, it wasn't exactly official.

I curled up into a fetal position on the cold snowy cement, careful not to cry out in agony. I'm not sure how many minutes or hours past, but I found myslef dragging my aching body out of the alley way.

Most of my bruises vanished, some beggining to, but I was still yet to set my arm back into place, and patch up my even more crooked nose. there was dry blood under my nostrils, wet blood slowly dripping down. I used my sleeve to wipe it the best I could, beginning my trek to the tower.

I sent a text to Tony, my new guardian, telling him I would be late because a teacher, lying of course. I couldn't tell him I was beat up, that would be like suicide for the group of guys that did it.

I finally arrived, attempting to hide out of plain sight. Key word being attempting. Not knowing all the avengers were home, I walked by the living room, or rather limped past jt. Noticing they were there, relaxing in the living room, I tried to be as quiet as I could. 

I didn't want to attract their attention, containing my cries. I siletly prayed they wouldn't notice me, fortunately, it was granted. I treated my wounds in my new proclaimed bathroom, careful to get rid of any evidence I was injured.

I put a toque(beanie or hat for non-canadians) slipping on the fuzzest warmest sweater I owned, covering my face and unhealed injuries from the naked eye.

I sent a quick text to Tony that I would be on the roof if anybody needed me. I needed a breather, and couldn't be surrounded by to many faces or I would probably explode. What I hadnt notice though, was a certain red head watching me intently from afar.

It felt nice, being up here, feeling the wind on my face, the fresh smell of rain and grass, a vintage smell of blood subtly filling my nostrils. 

My spider senses started to tingle, warning me something, or soon to know someone was approcahing me. I turned around, facing an auburn haired witch, standing tall, with a worried expression on her face.

"Hey Wanda...Is there anything you need?"
She looked me up and down, scrunching her nose and furrowing her brows, like she was analyzing me.

"Yes actually."
I rose a brow, patting the seat next to me, motioning her go come sit. She seemed though as she understood, plopping down on the cement, dangling her slender legs dangerously close to the edge.

 She startted swinging her them, whistling a tune as we sat in silence, enjoying the tranquility of the crisp afternoon.

It was calm, the snowflakes falling gently on our faces. The sun was slowly setting, a mix of faded purples pinks and fiery oranges mixing together. 

I broke the silence, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"So, what did you want ask or say?"