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Beyond the Chaos IX

Trained to obey, broken by Hydra, Y/N's identity blurs between soldier and survivor. Pulled from the chaos by the one person she once saw as an enemy—Wanda—she must fight to reclaim herself before the past swallows her whole.

TW: Torture, Brainwashing, PTSD, Violence, Abuse, Trauma, PanicAttacks, NonCon, Drugging, SelfDoubt, Loss, Captivity, Manipulation

Y/N sat in the dimly lit interrogation room, tied to a cold, metal chair. The harsh light above her cast ominous shadows on her bruised and battered body. She was shaking uncontrollably, her mind a chaotic mess of pain and fear. The weight of the chains that bound her wrists and ankles only added to her sense of despair.

The door creaked open, and the Hydra commander strode in, his presence filling the room with an air of menace. His eyes glinted with a sadistic satisfaction as he looked down at Y/N. "Look at you," he sneered. "A Hydra rogue, our best commander, and now... a traitor."

Y/N kept her eyes downcast, trying to focus on breathing through the pain and fear. Her silence seemed to infuriate the commander, who swiftly backhanded her across the face. "Say something, rat!" he demanded, his voice echoing off the cold, stone walls.

The word "rat" triggered a flood of memories. Y/N's mind drifted back to her first days with Lauren, to the gentle comfort and love that had been her salvation. The commander, sensing her distraction, slapped her again, harder this time. "You betrayed your own wife," he spat, leaning in close. "How does that feel?"

At the mention of Lauren, a sob broke free from Y/N's throat. Tears streamed down her face as she was overwhelmed by guilt and sorrow. The commander stepped back, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he watched her break down. "That's right, cry for her," he mocked. "She was a fool to trust you."

The commander’s satisfaction grew as he saw the tears and heard the sobs. He circled her like a predator, relishing in her pain. "Now, as a former commander, you should know what happens to traitors who are caught," he said, his tone low and threatening. "You will be used as our toy."

Y/N's heart sank at his words. She knew all too well what that meant. Her body trembled with a mix of fear and revulsion as she struggled against her bonds, but it was futile. The chains held fast, and her strength was waning. The commander grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "You're ours now," he whispered, his breath hot against her face. "And we'll make sure you remember your place."

As he released her, Y/N's head dropped forward, her tears falling freely onto the cold floor. She felt utterly helpless, trapped in a nightmare she couldn't escape. The commander left the room, leaving her to her torment and despair. The only thing she could hold onto was the faint hope that her friends, the Avengers, would come for her. But as the minutes turned to hours, that hope grew dimmer, and the darkness closed in around her.

....

Wanda paced her room, her heart racing and her mind filled with horrific images of what might be happening to Y/N. The fear and helplessness consumed her, making it hard to breathe. She slammed her fists against the walls, each impact a desperate attempt to release the overwhelming pain and frustration. The room seemed to close in around her, the silence deafening.

Just then, the door burst open, and Natasha rushed in. She immediately grabbed Wanda's wrists, stopping her from hurting herself further. "Wanda, stop!" Natasha commanded, her voice firm but filled with concern.

Wanda collapsed into Natasha's arms, her body trembling with uncontrollable sobs. Natasha held her tightly, trying to offer some comfort. "What's going on?" Natasha asked gently, her voice softening as she rocked Wanda slightly.

"I love her," Wanda sobbed, her voice breaking.

"I know," Natasha said soothingly. "You two are childhood friends. It's natural to feel this way."

"No, you don't understand," Wanda cried, shaking her head frantically. "I've loved her since we were kids, but not just as a friend. Before Sokovia, I was going to ask her out, but then... then I thought she died. And when she came back, she wasn't herself. I was finally starting to get her back, and now she's trapped again. God knows what's happening to her or if she's even still alive."

Wanda's breathing grew rapid, the panic attack taking hold. Natasha tightened her embrace, pulling Wanda into her lap and rocking them both gently. "Shh, it's okay," Natasha whispered, stroking Wanda's hair. "We'll get her back. She's strong, and so are you. We'll find a way."

Wanda clung to Natasha, her tears soaking into the older woman's shirt. The panic slowly began to ebb as Natasha's comforting presence anchored her. "But what if it's too late?" Wanda whispered, her voice filled with fear.

"It's not too late," Natasha replied firmly. "Y/N is a fighter. She won't give up, and neither will we. We'll do whatever it takes to bring her back."

Wanda nodded weakly, trying to draw strength from Natasha's words. She knew they had to act quickly, but for now, all she could do was hold onto the hope that Y/N was still out there, fighting to survive.

...

A few months later, the Avengers finally pinpointed the location of the Hydra base. As they strategized their approach, Wanda couldn't wait any longer. Consumed by desperation and rage, she stormed into the base, her powers unleashed in a violent torrent. She tore through the facility with raw fury, shattering walls and flinging debris aside, her focus solely on finding Y/N.

Amidst the chaos, she finally reached a dimly lit cell. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Y/N huddled on the floor, frail and skeletal, shivering in her underwear. The girl was barely recognizable, a ghostly shadow of her former self. Y/N's eyes were shut tightly, her hands covering her ears, clearly terrified by the noise.

Wanda's heart broke at the sight. She rushed to Y/N's side, her voice trembling as she called her name. "Y/N, it's me. It's Wanda."

Y/N didn't respond, lost in a trance. Wanda tried again, her voice louder, more insistent. "Y/N, please, it's me. Wanda."

But Y/N remained unresponsive, her body still shaking violently. Desperation clawed at Wanda's heart, and she knew she had to break through to Y/N somehow. It pained her deeply, but she whispered the command she knew Y/N would respond to, "Hail Hydra, soldier. Get up."

Like a robot, Y/N obeyed, her movements mechanical and devoid of emotion. She stood, still trembling, her eyes vacant. Wanda quickly took off her oversized jacket and draped it over Y/N's frail frame. She reached out to hug her, but Y/N flinched away, fear evident in her every movement.

Wanda's eyes filled with tears as she fought to maintain her composure. "Soldier, follow me," she said softly, leading Y/N out of the cell. Y/N limped after her, her body barely able to support itself. Wanda cried silently, torn between relief at finding her and anguish at the shell of the person she had once known.

As they made their way through the wreckage, the other Avengers joined them. Natasha, Tony, and the rest looked on in shock and sorrow at the sight of Y/N. Wanda didn't say a word, her focus entirely on getting Y/N to safety.

Back at the Quinjet, Wanda gently guided Y/N inside, her heart aching with every step. Y/N sat down, her eyes still vacant, her body shaking uncontrollably. Wanda sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, trying to offer what little comfort she could.

"We're going to get you out of here," Wanda whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "We'll get you help. I promise."

Y/N didn't respond, but she leaned slightly into Wanda's touch, a small sign that somewhere inside, a part of her still recognized the comfort and safety that Wanda represented. As the Quinjet took off, Wanda held Y/N close, silently vowing to do whatever it took to bring her back from the darkness.

...

When they arrived back at the compound, the Avengers immediately sought medical attention for Y/N. However, as soon as Y/N saw the doctors approaching, she panicked. Her eyes widened with terror, and she bolted, trying to flee the room. Natasha caught her, but Y/N's fear only intensified. She struggled violently, her screams echoing through the hall.

Wanda rushed over, her voice calm but firm. "Y/N, it's okay. It's me, Wanda."

Y/N's eyes darted around wildly before finally locking onto Wanda. She broke free from Natasha's grasp and ran into Wanda's arms, burying her face against Wanda's chest. Wanda gently played with her hair, murmuring soothing words. "It's okay, Y/N. I'm here. They just need to look at you. I can come with you if you want."

Y/N nodded, clutching Wanda tightly. Together, they went to the medical bay, Wanda never letting go of Y/N's hand. The doctors were appalled by the state Y/N was in. She was severely malnourished, with multiple cuts and wounds, severe dehydration, various drugs in her system, burn scars, and, shockingly, her ovaries removed.

Wanda's tears flowed freely as she listened to the doctors' reports on the physical and psychological trauma Y/N had endured. "We've never seen a worse case," one of the doctors admitted, his voice heavy with sorrow.

Wanda held Y/N tightly, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm so, so sorry." Y/N remained silent, staring off into space, seemingly lost in her own world.

The doctors prepared to insert an IV to hydrate and nourish her, but the sight of the needle sent Y/N into another panic. She pushed the doctor away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Wanda quickly cupped Y/N's cheeks, her touch gentle but grounding. "It's okay, Y/N. They’re just going to make you feel better. I’m with you. No one can hurt you again."

Y/N's frantic breathing slowly calmed at Wanda's words, and she allowed the doctors to proceed, albeit with a visible tremble. It was clear to everyone that Wanda was the only one who could reach her, the only one who could provide a semblance of safety and comfort in the midst of her overwhelming trauma.

As the IV was finally administered, Wanda continued to hold Y/N, whispering reassurances. "You're safe now, Y/N. We're going to get through this together."

Y/N's eyes slowly closed, exhaustion overtaking her battered body. Even in sleep, she clung to Wanda, a lifeline in the darkness that had consumed her. Wanda stayed by her side, vowing silently that she would never let Y/N go through such horrors again.

...

A few days passed, and Y/N remained in Wanda's room, refusing to leave. Each time Wanda gently encouraged her to step out, even just for a moment, Y/N would freeze up, her eyes going wide with panic, her breathing rapid. Wanda stopped asking and instead made sure to bring everything Y/N needed right to her, determined to give her time to feel safe again.

Now, Wanda entered the room quietly, a tray of warm food in her hands. She saw Y/N sitting on the bed, her knees hugged tightly to her chest, wearing one of Wanda’s oversized shirts and a pair of shorts. Her hair was damp from a recent shower, drops of water still clinging to the strands. She looked small, fragile, as though even the faintest breeze could break her.

Wanda’s heart ached as she approached. “Here you go, baby,” she said softly, setting the tray down beside Y/N. Y/N nodded, giving Wanda a small look of thanks as she picked up a spoon and began to eat. Her movements were slow, deliberate, but she still didn’t say a word. In fact, since she had arrived, Y/N hadn’t spoken to anyone, not even Wanda. Wanda’s concern grew every day, each moment of silence weighing heavily between them.

As Y/N ate, Wanda sat beside her, watching her closely. “Why won’t you talk to me, love?” she asked gently, her voice filled with both tenderness and desperation. Y/N looked like she wanted to say something; her mouth opened, but then her gaze dropped, her lips pressing shut again as tears welled up in her eyes. She swallowed hard, her throat moving as she forced down a painful lump, and she went back to eating in silence.

Wanda sighed, barely able to contain the tears that threatened to spill over. “Are… are you mad at me?” Her voice cracked, the guilt surfacing raw and uncontrollable. Y/N’s head snapped up at that, her eyes widening as she took in the broken look on Wanda’s face. Wanda shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. You have every right to be mad at me. I tried to stop them, I did, but… and Tony… he promised…” She choked, struggling to finish the sentence, unable to meet Y/N’s gaze.

“I’m not mad at you,” Y/N rasped, her voice barely a whisper, cracked and hoarse from lack of use. Wanda stared, stunned. It was the first time Y/N had spoken since she’d been back. Y/N reached up to wipe a tear from Wanda’s cheek. “I… I wasn’t allowed to… to talk.” Her voice wavered, raw emotion filling every word as if the effort itself caused her pain.

Wanda gently cupped Y/N’s face, her fingers tracing the delicate lines of her cheeks. Then, unable to resist, she pulled Y/N to her chest, holding her tightly, cradling her like something precious and irreplaceable. “I missed your voice so much,” Wanda whispered, her own tears falling freely. “I thought I wouldn’t hear it again.”

Y/N buried herself in Wanda’s embrace, her voice small as she mumbled, “I missed you.”

Wanda’s heart shattered, pieces scattering at the quiet vulnerability in Y/N’s voice. She hugged her even tighter, as though sheer will could protect her from the memories, from every scar, from every cruel word spoken to her. “I’m not letting anyone take you away from me again,” Wanda vowed, her voice fierce despite her tears.

Y/N pulled back just slightly, holding up her pinkie. Her eyes, still shadowed with pain, held a glimmer of hope. “Promise?”

Wanda let out a small, tearful laugh as she hooked her pinkie around Y/N’s, binding them together. “I promise, baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. They sat there, wrapped around each other, the warmth of their intertwined hands serving as a lifeline—a vow that no matter how dark things had been, they would face it together, and never alone.

...

Wanda hated this. Hated every second of it.

She crouched down to Y/N’s height, her heart aching at the sight before her. Y/N was curled up in the corner of the room, her knees pulled tightly to her chest, rocking herself back and forth as she tried to control her breathing. Her eyes were wide, darting around the room like a trapped animal, her hands gripping the fabric of Wanda’s oversized shirt—the same one she had been wearing since she got back.

“Baby, listen to me,” Wanda whispered, keeping her voice soft and steady, fighting the urge to cry as she reached out but didn’t touch her, waiting for Y/N to allow it first. “It’s a really quick mission. I’ll go tonight and be back before you even wake up.”

Y/N barely seemed to hear her, her breathing ragged and uneven. “What if they get me while you’re gone?” she mumbled, her voice cracking under the weight of her fear. “They’re not gonna protect me. They didn’t last time either.”

Wanda froze at that, swallowing hard. She knew Y/N had a point. The rest of the team—except for Natasha—had hesitated, had not done enough, had let her be taken. Wanda hated them for that, hated herself more for not being enough to stop it.

“I know,” Wanda admitted, her voice raw. “But this time, you’re safe. You’ll stay in my room, okay? Just watch a show, rest—I’ll get you all the snacks and food you like. Your medicine is here, and no one can come into the compound. Even HYDRA isn’t crazy enough to try.”

Y/N hesitated before reluctantly nodding, still visibly uneasy but trying to believe Wanda’s words. Wanda moved quickly, gathering everything Y/N could possibly need, setting up the space as safely and comfortably as she could. When she finally turned back to Y/N, she was already watching her closely, her gaze soft.

“You look good,” Y/N mumbled, her voice quiet but sincere.

Wanda felt her breath hitch, a sudden warmth rushing to her face. She turned away for a moment, trying to hide the blush creeping onto her cheeks. Did Y/N even realize what she was doing to her? Probably not.

She cleared her throat and smiled. “Thank you,” she murmured, before adding, “And… the whole team wasn’t all bad. Your favorite, for example, tried just as hard as me to find you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “I told Natasha to keep it a secret,” she said, shocked.

Wanda chuckled, amused by the betrayal on Y/N’s face. “She didn’t tell me. I just knew.”

Y/N huffed, clearly making a mental note to scold Natasha later, but before she could say anything else, Wanda leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Get some rest,” Wanda whispered. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

And with that, she left.

....

Y/N tried. She really did.

She sat on Wanda’s bed, scrolling through different shows, trying to focus on anything that would keep her distracted. But the panic was creeping in, lurking in the back of her mind like a shadow waiting to consume her. Every little sound in the compound made her flinch. Every small noise made her feel like she was back in that cell.

And then, just her luck—a storm broke outside.

The first clap of thunder made her jump. The second made her gasp. The third? Her brain shattered.

She wasn’t in Wanda’s room anymore.

She was back in the cell. The cold metal floor under her skin. The chains digging into her wrists. The stale, suffocating air.

The door slammed open.

A man walked in, the same man as before, his boots clicking against the floor as he approached.

Y/N pressed herself against the wall, trying to disappear, trying to escape—but she knew there was no way out.

“Did you miss me, soldier?” his voice slithered through her ears.

“No,” she whimpered, but it didn’t matter.

He grabbed her by the throat, his fingers pressing against bruised, fragile skin.

“You can never escape,” he sneered. “Hail HYDRA.”

Y/N’s brain screamed. Her body convulsed. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move—

Suddenly, hands were on her.

She thrashed violently, shoving them away, her body reacting on pure survival instinct—

��Y/N!” A voice broke through the fog.

She gasped, eyes darting around wildly, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Her vision was blurry, her mind disoriented.

The cold floor was gone. The chains were gone. The man was gone.

She was in Wanda’s room.

And Natasha was kneeling in front of her, looking at her with wide, concerned eyes.

Y/N stumbled back, tripping and falling onto the bed, her chest still heaving.

Natasha slowly approached, her movements careful, deliberate. “I’m sorry I shook you,” she said gently. “But you weren’t acknowledging me when I talked to you.”

Y/N barely nodded, her mind still struggling to catch up with reality. She was breathing too fast, the panic attack still taking hold of her body, her vision darkening at the edges from the lack of oxygen.

Natasha sat beside her, watching her carefully. Then, slowly—so slowly—she reached out and took Y/N’s shaking hands in her own.

“You’re not alone,” Natasha whispered. “And you’re not in danger anymore. You are not theirs anymore.”

Then, after a small pause, she added, “At ease, soldier.”

Y/N let out a broken sob.

She hesitated for a moment before finally leaning into Natasha’s shoulder. Natasha carefully pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her in a protective, reassuring hug.

Y/N didn’t pull away.

They stayed like that for what felt like forever.

Finally, after at least half an hour, Y/N’s breathing evened out.

Natasha smiled softly, wiping the remaining tears from Y/N’s face. “There we go,” she murmured. “Now we can relax together for the rest of the night.”

She turned on a show, blasting the volume to drown out the sounds of the storm outside. She talked to Y/N, keeping her engaged, distracting her from everything that had just happened.

And then, curiosity got the best of her.

“So… did you ever like Wanda?” Natasha asked, her tone teasing.

Y/N’s eyes went wide, and she cleared her throat. “Well… yes,” she admitted slowly. “Before everything, I liked her so much. I was actually gonna ask her out but then… everything happened. I met my wife…”

Tears threatened to fall again at the mention of Lauren, but Y/N quickly blinked them away.

She still remembered the dream. Lauren telling her to live. To take her second chance.

Natasha chuckled. “You guys are idiots.”

Y/N frowned. “Why?”

Natasha shrugged, smirking. “I already said enough.”

Y/N stared at her, confused for a moment before realization slowly started to sink in. “For a Black Widow,” she said suspiciously, “you are terrible at keeping secrets.”

Natasha laughed. “Only when it’s interesting to me, too.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips.

Eventually, the exhaustion caught up to her. She barely even noticed when she drifted off, Natasha’s arms still wrapped around her, the comforting sound of the TV filling the room.

For the first time in a long time, Y/N slept without nightmares.

...

It was just past 4 AM when Wanda slipped into the room, moving with practiced quietness. Not even Natasha stirred—though with how loud the TV was still blaring, she doubted anyone would have heard her anyway.

But what did surprise Wanda was the sight before her.

Y/N was curled up in Natasha’s arms, held securely against the Black Widow’s chest.

For a moment, Wanda simply stood there, taking in the scene. A soft smile tugged at her lips. It was good to see Y/N opening up, even if just a little. Since returning, Y/N had been like a piece of velcro, stuck to Wanda’s side at all times—not that Wanda minded in the slightest. But seeing her bond with someone else, someone Wanda trusted, was a relief.

She tiptoed toward the closet, opening it as quietly as possible. The subtle movement was enough to finally stir Natasha awake.

Natasha groggily blinked at Wanda before smirking, stretching as she carefully untangled herself from Y/N’s sleeping form. She slipped out of bed with the grace of a trained assassin and whispered, “She was panicking, so I filled in your space.”

Wanda chuckled, nodding in thanks. “I owe you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Natasha whispered back before sneaking out of the room, leaving them alone.

Wanda quickly changed into comfortable clothes before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. When she returned, she didn’t hesitate to slip into bed beside Y/N.

Carefully, she pulled Y/N close.

A soft, sleepy groan left Y/N’s lips as she stirred, her body instinctively leaning into Wanda’s warmth. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, still heavy with exhaustion. When she saw Wanda, she let out a small, content sigh and snuggled even closer.

“Hi,” Wanda whispered.

Y/N smiled sleepily. “Hi.”

Wanda brushed a few strands of hair away from Y/N’s face, taking in the peaceful expression that had been so rare to see these days.

“Was the mission okay?” Y/N murmured. “Nobody hurt you, right?”

Wanda shook her head. “Don’t worry, it was just routine.”

Y/N nodded, relief washing over her face. Then, her gaze flickered—just briefly—to Wanda’s lips.

For a second, Wanda thought she imagined it.

And then, Y/N leaned in and kissed her.

It was soft, hesitant, but real. Wanda froze in surprise for only a heartbeat before she melted into the kiss, responding just as gently.

When they pulled back, Wanda looked at Y/N, searching her face, her heart racing.

Y/N smiled shyly. “Maybe Natasha told me one of your secrets, too.”

Wanda groaned, burying her face in the pillow. “How is she a Black Widow?”

Y/N giggled, and Wanda couldn’t help but laugh, too.

This was just the beginning of their story.

A long life stretched ahead of them, and Wanda silently swore that no matter what happened, she would never let Y/N out of her sight again.

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chokememaximoff · 4 months ago

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Beyond the Chaos VIII

TW: Torture, Brainwashing, PTSD, Violence, Abuse, Trauma, PanicAttacks, NonCon, Drugging, SelfDoubt, Loss, Captivity, Manipulation

Y/N's body trembled uncontrollably, her muscles seizing with violent shakes as she lay on the bed. Her eyes were wide, darting around the room as if she were seeing things that weren't there. Wanda sat beside her, holding Y/N's hand tightly, her heart breaking at the sight of her friend suffering so much.

"Y/N, can you hear me?" Wanda's voice was soft, filled with desperation as she tried to reach through the haze that surrounded Y/N's mind. But Y/N only blinked, her gaze unfocused, unable to register Wanda's words.

"It's like a dream... everything's a dream..." Y/N mumbled, her voice barely audible. She squirmed, her body convulsing with another wave of shakes.

Wanda's panic grew, and she quickly called for the doctors. They rushed in, their faces grim as they examined Y/N. One of the doctors sighed heavily. "We don't know what to do. The drugs are killing her. They're breaking down her body because she's not taking them. She was completely healthy while they were in her system."

Wanda's eyes widened with horror. "You mean she needs the drugs to survive now?"

The doctor nodded reluctantly. "I'm afraid so. We need to give her the drugs again, at least to stabilize her. Otherwise, she won't make it."

Before Wanda could respond, Y/N's breathing mask was suddenly splattered with blood as she coughed violently. The sight made even Tony, who had just entered the room, wince with empathy. "Do it. Give her the drug," he said, his usual bravado replaced with genuine concern.

The doctors quickly prepared the drug and administered it to Y/N. Almost immediately, her shaking ceased, and her breathing evened out. Her body relaxed, and she fell into a deep, restful sleep.

Wanda watched, her heart aching with relief and sorrow. She gently brushed a strand of hair from Y/N's face, whispering, "I'm here, Y/N. We'll find a way through this. I promise."

But deep inside, the fear gnawed at her, the uncertainty of what lay ahead. She knew the battle was far from over.

...

Y/N woke up feeling a strange sense of clarity. The pain, the tremors, the disorientation were all gone. She felt almost like a new person. Tentatively, she reached up and removed the breathing mask, sitting up in bed.

Wanda, who had been watching her intently, immediately placed a hand on her shoulder. "Easy, easy," she said gently, trying to ease Y/N back down.

Y/N shook her head, feeling better than she had in days. "I'm feeling better somehow," she said, confusion in her voice.

Wanda's expression was a mix of relief and sadness. "Not somehow..."

Y/N raised her eyebrows, waiting for Wanda to continue.

"They had to give the drugs to you again," Wanda explained, her voice heavy with emotion. "You would have died without them."

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the gut. She lay back down, tears streaming down her face as the reality of her situation settled over her. "I think I can't be fixed," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Wanda leaned closer, wrapping her arms around Y/N in a comforting embrace. "You can, Y/N. You just need to try. We'll find a way. Together."

Y/N sobbed into Wanda's shoulder, feeling a mixture of hopelessness and comfort. The road ahead was uncertain and fraught with challenges, but in Wanda's arms, she found a flicker of hope. For the first time in a long time, she felt like maybe, just maybe, she wasn't alone in this fight.

...

Months had passed since Y/N’s withdrawal crisis, and she had slowly but surely started to rebuild her life under the protection of the Avengers. The days were long and hard, filled with therapy, training, and attempts to reclaim her identity from Hydra’s grasp. Despite the challenges, she felt more supported than ever before.

One afternoon, Y/N found herself sitting in the Avengers’ meeting room, a familiar tension hanging in the air. Tony Stark was at the head of the table, his expression serious. Wanda sat beside Y/N, offering a comforting presence.

“We’ve located a significant Hydra base,” Tony began, glancing around the table at each Avenger. “This is a crucial opportunity to deal a major blow to their operations.”

Y/N’s heart sank. She knew what was coming next.

“We need everyone on this mission,” Tony continued, his eyes landing on Y/N. “Especially you, Y/N. You know their operations better than anyone.”

Y/N shook her head immediately. “I can’t come,” she said, her voice steady but firm.

Tony’s eyebrows knit together. “We need you, Y/N. Your insight is invaluable.”

The room was silent for a moment before the arguments began. Each Avenger voiced their opinion, some supporting Y/N’s decision, others insisting on her participation. The cacophony of voices grew louder, tension rising.

“She’s right,” Wanda finally said, raising her voice to be heard over the others. “This is trauma for her. We can’t force her to relive that.”

“But we need her expertise!” Steve Rogers countered, his tone firm but not unkind. “She’s the only one who knows the layout of their bases and their strategies.”

“I understand that,” Wanda replied, her voice strained. “But there has to be another way.”

The argument continued to escalate, and Y/N felt the walls closing in around her. The memories of Hydra, the torture, the conditioning—it all came rushing back, threatening to overwhelm her.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Okay!” she yelled, her voice cracking with emotion. “I’m going. Just… stop.”

The room fell silent, every eye turning to Y/N. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I’ll go,” she repeated more quietly, looking directly at Tony. “But you have to promise me one thing.”

Tony nodded, his expression serious. “Anything.”

“If it gets too much… if I can’t handle it…” Y/N struggled to find the right words, her hands trembling slightly. “Promise me you’ll pull me out.”

Tony’s gaze softened, and he gave a small nod. “I promise, Y/N. We won’t let you face this alone.”

Wanda reached out, squeezing Y/N’s hand in silent support. The room was filled with a renewed sense of determination. The mission was dangerous, but they would face it together, as a team. And for the first time, Y/N felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could face her past and come out stronger on the other side.

...

The Avengers' operation to infiltrate the Hydra base was meticulously planned, with Y/N taking point due to her intimate knowledge of Hydra's operations. They moved swiftly through the dimly lit corridors, each member of the team poised for action. Y/N's leadership was evident as she directed their movements with precision, anticipating traps and enemy positions before they emerged.

As they penetrated deeper into the base, tension coiled tighter. The air was thick with the acrid scent of metal and the low hum of machinery, creating an atmosphere fraught with danger. Y/N's pulse quickened with each step, the memories of her time under Hydra's control threatening to surface despite her best efforts to remain focused.

The team encountered sporadic resistance from Hydra guards, whom they dispatched swiftly and silently. Wanda Maximoff, ever vigilant at Y/N's side, noticed the subtle changes in her demeanor—tiny twitches, a brief hesitation before rounding corners—all signs of the internal struggle Y/N battled against.

Suddenly, chaos erupted as Hydra operatives flooded the narrow corridor from all sides. The Avengers found themselves surrounded, outnumbered but undaunted. Y/N's combat training kicked in as she fought alongside her teammates, her movements fluid yet purposeful. She deflected blows, delivered precise strikes, and swiftly incapacitated adversaries with a mix of hand-to-hand combat and strategic use of her surroundings.

Amidst the fray, Y/N's eyes locked with the face of her former Hydra commander—a stern, imposing figure whose presence alone sent a shiver down her spine. His mere presence triggered a surge of conflicting emotions within Y/N—fear, anger, and a haunting sense of familiarity that she struggled to suppress.

Wanda, attuned to Y/N's distress, moved to intervene, but before she could reach her, Hydra operatives closed in on her position, forcing her into a defensive stance. She shouted urgently for Tony Stark's assistance, frustration and concern clear in her voice as she struggled to fend off multiple attackers.

Meanwhile, the commander seized the opportunity to corner Y/N against a reinforced wall, his voice dripping with disdain and triumph. "You're with the Avengers now, huh?" he taunted, his words laced with the venom of Hydra indoctrination. "But you can never escape it, soldier. Hail Hydra."

The impact of those words was like a sledgehammer to Y/N's psyche. Deep-seated conditioning stirred within her, triggering automatic responses that she had fought so hard to overcome. Her mind raced, fighting to maintain control as the commander pressed closer, his presence overwhelming.

Desperate to resist, Y/N struggled against the mental onslaught. She attempted to push him away, to assert her newfound allegiance to the Avengers, but the echoes of Hydra's commands echoed insistently in her mind. "Hail Hydra," she repeated, her voice strained with internal conflict.

Wanda's heart sank as she witnessed Y/N's struggle from afar, torn between aiding her teammate and defending herself against relentless Hydra assaults. She redirected her efforts, deflecting incoming fire and launching counterattacks with fierce determination.

Wanda, caught between defending Y/N and repelling Hydra assaults, called urgently for Stark's assistance. "Tony!" she shouted, frustration and concern clear in her voice as she fought off multiple attackers. "Help her!"

But Stark's attention remained fixed on the broader tactical situation, his directives aimed at neutralizing Hydra forces and securing the base. The weight of Wanda's accusation hung heavy in the air as the battle raged on, her anger and disappointment palpable.

After the skirmish subsided and Hydra forces were subdued, Wanda's frustration boiled over during the debriefing. She confronted Stark, her voice tinged with anger and disappointment. "You promised her," she accused, her gaze challenging his resolve. "You promised you'd have her back."

Stark met Wanda's gaze with a mix of regret and determination. "I know," he admitted, his voice tinged with remorse. "I was focused on the mission. I thought..."

Wanda's frustration was evident as she cut him off. "She needed us, Tony. She needed you." Her tone softened slightly, her concern for Y/N evident in every word. "We can't afford to lose her again."

Stark nodded solemnly, his expression grave. "We'll find her," he assured, his commitment unwavering despite his earlier lapse. "We'll bring her back."

In the aftermath of the battle, as the Avengers regrouped and assessed their next steps, Wanda's determination burned brighter than ever. She knew they had to locate Y/N quickly, before Hydra could exploit her vulnerability further. With Stark's reluctant agreement and the team's unwavering support, they set out on a mission to rescue Y/N from the clutches of her past, determined to bring her home safely and restore her sense of identity and belonging within the Avengers' ranks.

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Beyond the Chaos VII

TW: Torture, Brainwashing, PTSD, Violence, Abuse, Trauma, PanicAttacks, NonCon, Drugging, SelfDoubt, Loss, Captivity, Manipulation

Five days had passed since Y/N had been confined to the medical room, enduring the agonizing throes of withdrawal as the Hydra drug ravaged her body. Each passing day seemed to bring her closer to the brink of collapse, her once vibrant spirit dimming with each passing moment.

As Natasha entered the room, even the stoic Black Widow couldn't hide her shock at the sight before her. Y/N looked like a mere shadow of her former self, her pallid complexion and clammy skin betraying the toll the drug had taken on her. She trembled uncontrollably, her feverish state evident as beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.

Despite her weakened condition, Y/N attempted to muster a semblance of her usual bravado as Natasha approached. "The Black Widow... don't tell anyone, but you're my favorite," she managed to utter, though her voice was little more than a feeble whisper.

Natasha's expression softened at Y/N's words, a flicker of concern crossing her features as she observed the younger girl's distress. "Y/N, are you okay?" she inquired, her voice laced with genuine worry.

Y/N's response was interrupted by a fit of coughing, each convulsion wracking her frail form and causing fresh blood to trickle from her lips. Despite her weakened state, she managed to muster a weak apology. "...Sorry that I hit you... still feel bad..."

As the coughing fit subsided, Y/N's breaths came in ragged gasps, her strength waning with each passing moment. Through her haze of pain, she managed to murmur a plea. "...Wands... I need... Wands..."

Recognizing the urgency of the situation, Natasha wasted no time, swiftly exiting the room to fetch Wanda, knowing that Y/N's life hung in the balance.

Wanda's heart shattered as she witnessed Y/N's deteriorating state, tears welling in her eyes at the sight of her beloved struggling to breathe, blood staining her hospital gown. Without hesitation, she rushed to Y/N's side, her trembling hands gently caressing the younger girl's cheek.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open at the touch, a solitary tear tracing its path down her pale, sweat-drenched cheek. In a hoarse whisper, she uttered Wanda's name, her voice barely audible amidst the chaos of the medical room. "Wanda... hi, baby," she managed to murmur, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda's resolve crumbled at the sight of Y/N's suffering, her own tears mingling with the blood that stained Y/N's lips. "Please, Y/N... just tell us," she pleaded, her voice choked with emotion. "You can't die on me too..."

Y/N's strength waned with each passing moment, but she mustered all her remaining energy to beckon Wanda closer. With trembling hands, Wanda reached for her phone, the urgency evident in her movements as she listened intently to Y/N's faint words.

Barely able to form coherent sentences, Y/N struggled to articulate the effects of the drugs and the substances they contained. Each word was a Herculean effort, but she pressed on, determined to provide Wanda with the information she needed.

As Y/N's strength waned, Wanda prepared to rush to the doctors with the vital information. But before she could move, Y/N's feeble voice stopped her in her tracks. "Please... come back quick," she implored, her voice barely audible above the din of the medical equipment.

With a nod of understanding, Wanda promised to return as quickly as she could, her heart heavy with the weight of Y/N's fragile existence hanging in the balance. Hastening from the room, she raced against time, desperate to save the one she held most dear.

As Wanda returned with the doctors in tow, her heart pounded with fear and desperation, her gaze fixed on Y/N's fragile form. Rushing to Y/N's side, she clasped the younger girl's hand tightly, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm here, I'm here," she reassured Y/N, her words a soothing balm against the backdrop of chaos. "They're gonna give you the help you need now. Just wait a little bit."

Y/N's weak nod signaled her understanding, her eyes pleading with Wanda for relief from the excruciating pain. "Please, Wands," she implored, her voice barely a whisper. "Can they take off the restraints... it hurts so much, Wands. I promise I won't..." Before Y/N could finish her sentence, Wanda's powers surged forth, shattering the restraints with a flick of her wrist.

The doctors recoiled in fear at the display of Wanda's formidable abilities, their eyes widening in apprehension. Sensing their unease, Wanda offered a stern warning, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "She won't do anything," she declared firmly, her gaze unwavering. "If she tries, I can stop her easily."

Relieved by Wanda's assurance, the doctors wasted no time in attending to Y/N's urgent needs. With practiced precision, they plugged in an IV and began administering the necessary treatments.

......

As the doctors completed their treatments and departed, leaving Wanda and Y/N alone in the room, a sense of calm settled over the space. Y/N's faint murmurs caught Wanda's attention, but their meaning eluded her until the younger girl tugged gently on her shirt. Understanding dawned on Wanda as she realized Y/N's silent plea.

With gentle hands, Wanda helped Y/N shift slightly, making room for her to lie down beside her. As Y/N nestled close, seeking comfort and solace in Wanda's embrace, Wanda wrapped her arms around the younger girl, holding her close in a protective embrace. With each steady beat of Wanda's heart, Y/N's tense muscles began to relax, the weight of exhaustion finally overtaking her.

In the safety of Wanda's arms, Y/N found respite from the turmoil that had gripped her, her breathing growing slow and steady as sleep beckoned her into its comforting embrace. Wanda remained vigilant, her gaze fixed on Y/N's peaceful form, her presence a steadfast anchor in the darkness. And as the room fell silent, filled only with the soft rhythm of their breathing, Wanda held Y/N close, keeping her safe as she drifted into a much-needed rest.

As Y/N drifted into the realm of dreams, a familiar figure materialized before her. It was Lauren, radiant and ethereal, her presence filling Y/N with both comfort and sorrow. Overcome with emotion, Y/N sank to her knees before Lauren, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Lauren, please," Y/N pleaded, her voice trembling with anguish. "Take me with you. I'm sorry. It should have been me, not you."

In the dream, Lauren reached out, gently hushing Y/N's sobs. "You have another chance at life," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to Y/N's wounded soul. "Take it."

But Y/N couldn't bear the weight of her guilt and despair. "But I'm Hydra," she sobbed, her heart heavy with remorse.

With a tender smile, Lauren reassured her, "Not anymore, Y/N."

Y/N's tears flowed freely as she confessed her love for Lauren, the words pouring forth from her broken heart. "Lauren, I love you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

"I love you more, love," Lauren replied, her voice filled with warmth and affection.

And then, as suddenly as she had appeared, Lauren vanished, leaving Y/N alone in the darkness. Frantically, Y/N called out her name, her cries echoing into the void as she searched desperately for any trace of her beloved.

Suddenly, Y/N was jolted awake by a gentle touch on her cheek. Wanda was there, her presence a comforting anchor in the midst of Y/N's turmoil. "Are you okay?" Wanda asked, concern etched into her features.

Trembling, Y/N reached out, pulling Wanda close, afraid that she too would vanish like Lauren. But Wanda remained steadfast, wrapping her arms around Y/N and holding her close, offering solace and support in the wake of her haunting dreams.

....

The morning light streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room where Y/N lay asleep, her back to Wanda. Wanda, waking first, smiled at the sight of her, hoping for a better day ahead. Gently, she tried to wake her.

"Y/N, wake up," Wanda murmured, giving her a light shake. "Come on, it's time to get up."

But Y/N didn't budge. Wanda chuckled, thinking Y/N was playing a prank. "Stop messing with me. Come on, wake up."

When there was still no response, a chill ran down Wanda's spine. "Y/N, it's not funny," she said more urgently, her voice shaking slightly as she turned Y/N to face her.

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the horrifying sight. Y/N's face was pale, her eyes closed, and a pool of blood surrounded her, seeping from her mouth. Panic surged through Wanda, and she screamed for the doctors.

"Help! Someone, help!" she cried, her voice breaking with terror.

The medical team rushed in, and seeing the state of Y/N, they immediately went into action. They began emergency procedures, working frantically to stabilize her. One of the doctors looked at Wanda with sympathetic yet firm eyes.

"Miss Maximoff, you need to leave," he said.

"But—" Wanda protested, her voice cracking with fear and desperation.

"Now!" he insisted, and two nurses gently but firmly guided Wanda out of the room.

As the door closed behind her, Wanda collapsed against the wall, sobbing uncontrollably. Her heart ached with a pain she had never felt before, the fear of losing Y/N consuming her entirely. She could hear the doctors' urgent voices and the sounds of medical equipment from the other side of the door, but all she could do was pray and hope that Y/N would come back to her.

Minutes felt like hours as Wanda remained outside the room, her mind racing with every possible outcome. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Y/N, not after everything they had been through. Tears streamed down her face as she clung to the faint hope that Y/N would survive this ordeal.

Wanda closed her eyes, her mind taking her back to simpler times when they were young and carefree. She remembered a particular winter day, the ground blanketed in snow. They had been playing outside, their laughter echoing through the crisp air.

Y/N had crouched behind a tree, gathering a handful of snow and shaping it into a perfect snowball. With a mischievous grin, she waited until Wanda's back was turned before launching it. The snowball hit Wanda square in the head, exploding in a spray of icy powder.

"Hey!" Wanda exclaimed, feigning offense as she turned to face Y/N, who was already laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that!" Wanda shouted, a playful gleam in her eye. She chased after Y/N, her boots crunching through the snow. Y/N's laughter rang out as she sprinted away, but Wanda was faster. She caught up, tackling Y/N into a soft snowdrift. They wrestled playfully, rolling around in the snow, their cheeks flushed from the cold and excitement.

Eventually, Y/N managed to pin Wanda beneath her, leaning in close. Their faces were inches apart, and Wanda's breath hitched. In that moment, all she could think about was how good Y/N's lips looked, how badly she wanted to kiss her. Her heart raced, and she could barely breathe as the weight of her unspoken feelings pressed down on her.

"Closer," Wanda mumbled, her voice barely a whisper.

Y/N, not understanding, pulled back slightly. Wanda sighed, smiling to hide her disappointment. "Nothing," she said softly, knowing she couldn't say the words that would risk their friendship. But in her heart, she already loved Y/N so much and wanted to be with her.

The memory faded, and Wanda opened her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She whispered to herself, "Please, Y/N, fight for me."

The door to the room opened, and the doctors stepped out, their faces grave but with a hint of relief.

"She's going to survive," one of them said, and Wanda felt her knees nearly buckle with the overwhelming rush of emotion. She let out a sob of relief, her hands covering her face as she cried, but this time with a glimmer of hope.

...

Later, when Y/N finally woke up, the doctors led Wanda into the room. Wanda's heart ached at the sight before her. Y/N looked extremely frail, a breathing mask covering her face, multiple IV lines delivering medicine into her system. Her hospital gown was stained with dried blood, and her breathing was heavy, labored.

Despite her condition, Y/N managed a weak smile when she saw Wanda. Trying to ease the tension, she joked, "Ah, come on, I'm not that easy to kill."

Wanda wiped her tears, a shaky laugh escaping her. "Oh, shut up, it's not the moment." But they both laughed, the sound a mixture of relief and lingering fear.

Wanda moved closer, sitting beside Y/N’s bed. She reached out, taking Y/N's hand in hers. "You scared the hell out of me," she said softly, her voice breaking.

Y/N squeezed Wanda's hand gently. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn’t mean to."

Wanda shook her head. "Just focus on getting better, okay? We'll deal with everything else later."

Y/N nodded, her eyes heavy with exhaustion but filled with a glimmer of hope. "I'll try, Wands. For you."

Wanda leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N’s forehead. "That's all I ask." She stayed by Y/N’s side, her presence a comforting anchor in the midst of the chaos.

Wanda asked Y/N if she wanted to change out of her blood-stained clothes, and Y/N nodded weakly. "Yes, please," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda brought a new gown and gently helped Y/N take off the old one. As the gown slipped off, tears immediately streamed down Wanda's face. The body she remembered as clear and unmarked years ago was now covered with heavy scars. The worst of all was a huge Hydra symbol, brutally stamped with hot iron in the middle of Y/N’s stomach.

Y/N felt a wave of shyness and tried to cover her body. "Don’t look," she mumbled, but Wanda gently stopped her.

"It's not because of that," Wanda said, her voice choked with emotion. "Just... what happened to you? You were... you were okay, Y/N, when I last saw you. What is this?"

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as well. "I'm Hydra's soldier," she said, her voice breaking. "I don’t know what I am anymore."

Wanda shook her head, a fierce determination in her eyes. "No, no, no. This isn't right," she said, pulling Y/N into a gentle hug. "We are going to get the old Y/N back."

Y/N clung to Wanda, her sobs wracking her frail body. "I don’t even know if that's possible."

"It is," Wanda said firmly, stroking Y/N’s hair. "You’re still in there. We’ll find you again. I promise."

Y/N buried her face in Wanda’s shoulder, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. Wanda’s embrace was a lifeline, a promise of a future where she could be more than just a soldier of Hydra.

....

Y/N was having a particularly bad nightmare. In her dream, she was trapped in a dark, cold room with both Lauren and Wanda. The tension was palpable, and Y/N could feel her heart racing.

Suddenly, Wanda lunged at Lauren, attacking her with a ferocity Y/N had never seen before. Y/N jumped in between them, pushing them apart. "Stop it! Both of you!" she screamed, her voice echoing in the confined space.

Lauren, her eyes cold and unfeeling, looked straight at Y/N. "Soldier, kill her," she commanded, her voice hard and unwavering.

Y/N froze, her mind reeling. "I... I can't," she stammered, looking between Lauren and Wanda. "She's my... I can't, Lauren."

Lauren stepped closer to Y/N, her expression stern. "Soldier, it's an order. Hail Hydra."

At those words, something snapped inside Y/N. Her brainwashed mind took over, and she entered attack mode. She turned towards Wanda, her eyes empty of any emotion.

Wanda's face was a mask of fear. "Y/N, no... please..." she pleaded, but Y/N's body moved on its own, driven by the Hydra conditioning.

With brutal efficiency, Y/N attacked Wanda. Each strike was calculated, every move precise. Wanda tried to defend herself, but Y/N was relentless.

"Y/N! Stop! It's me, Wanda! Stop!" Wanda screamed, but Y/N couldn't hear her through the haze of brainwashing.

The dream was a vivid and horrific replay of all the torment Y/N had endured. Her own hands, the instruments of violence, turned against someone she cared about deeply. The nightmare continued, a relentless cycle of violence and fear, until Y/N woke up with a start.

She was drenched in sweat, her heart pounding. She gasped for breath, disoriented and terrified. Wanda was there, gently shaking her awake, her face etched with concern.

"Y/N, wake up! It was just a nightmare. You're safe," Wanda said softly, her hand caressing Y/N's cheek.

Y/N trembled, the terror of the dream still fresh in her mind. She pulled Wanda close, afraid she would disappear too. Wanda held her tightly, whispering soothing words, trying to calm her down. The line between reality and nightmare blurred for Y/N, but Wanda's presence was a steady anchor, keeping her grounded.

Later that day, Y/N noticed a dark bruise forming on Wanda's cheek. She reached out, her fingers trembling as they gently traced the outline of the bruise. "Wanda, what happened? Did I do that?"

Wanda's eyes softened, and she sighed, sitting down beside Y/N. "While you were dreaming... you actually hit me. It wasn't your fault, Y/N. You were trapped in that nightmare. I tried to wake you up, but..."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head, unable to hold back the sobs that racked her body. "Oh god, Wanda, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... I would never hurt you."

Wanda took Y/N's hand, squeezing it gently. "I know, Y/N. I know you didn't mean it. It's okay. It was just a nightmare. You're not in that place anymore."

Y/N buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she cried. "But it feels so real. I can still hear Lauren's voice, see her face... and I attacked you. I hurt you, Wanda."

Wanda pulled Y/N into a tight embrace, holding her as she cried. "It's over now. You're safe. We're going to get through this together, okay? You're not alone."

Y/N clung to Wanda, her sobs slowly subsiding as she took comfort in her friend's presence. "I'm so scared, Wanda. I don't know who I am anymore. I feel like I'm still trapped in that nightmare."

Wanda stroked Y/N's hair, her voice soft and reassuring. "You are Y/N, my friend, and a fighter. We'll find a way to get through this. We'll bring the old you back. I promise."

Y/N nodded weakly, her tears finally slowing. "Thank you, Wanda. I don't know what I would do without you."

Wanda smiled, though her own eyes were filled with tears. "You don't have to worry about that, Y/N. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

They stayed like that for a long time, holding onto each other as they tried to find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos of their lives.

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chokememaximoff · 4 months ago

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Beyond the Chaos VI

TW: Torture, Brainwashing, PTSD, Violence, Abuse, Trauma, PanicAttacks, NonCon, Drugging, SelfDoubt, Loss, Captivity, Manipulation

Wanda's voice cut through the tense air of the interrogation room, a hesitant greeting laced with uncertainty. "Hi, Y/N..."

Y/N's response was sharp, her laughter tinged with bitterness. "Hi? What the fuck do you mean 'hi,' Wanda?" Her words dripped with venom as she confronted the woman who had once been her friend. "You left me for dead, and now you're saying fucking 'hi' and causing a mess in my part of the city?"

Wanda swallowed hard, her throat tight with emotion at Y/N's harsh words. She tried to speak, to explain, but Y/N's tirade continued, cutting her off with each biting remark.

"You think because you're an Avenger you can do whatever the fuck you want, Wanda?" Y/N's voice was a seething torrent of anger and betrayal. "Well, news flash: you can't."

Lauren's hand rested gently on Y/N's shoulder, a silent plea for calm in the midst of the storm. "Y/N, relax," she urged softly, but Y/N's rage was unrelenting.

"What, Y/N? You think I'm scared of you now because you're a commander?" Wanda's words were laced with defiance, a spark of her former spirit flickering in her eyes. "I'm not like your toys here."

The moment the words left Wanda's lips, Lauren cursed under her breath, her expression darkening with frustration. She wasted no time in ushering the other agents out of the room, leaving only the three of them behind.

Y/N's voice was laced with venom as she continued her onslaught, each word a barb aimed squarely at Wanda's heart. "You think you can just come in here acting like that because you're an Avenger, Wanda? It doesn't mean you do everything right. You're a fucking disgrace of a friend and of a sister."

Y/N's words struck a nerve, and Wanda's frustration boiled over. With a desperate tug at the restraints, she cursed at Y/N, taunting her with biting insults. "Uncuff me, you big scary commander! Or are you too much of a pussy?"

Before Lauren could intervene, Y/N succumbed to her anger, uncuffing Wanda and allowing her to lunge forward. The two women collided in a flurry of blows, each one fueled by years of unresolved resentment and betrayal.

Y/N landed a hard punch, her fist connecting with Wanda's jaw, but Wanda retaliated with a surge of power, pinning Y/N to the ground with a forceful blow. Lauren moved to intervene, but a sudden commotion from outside drew her attention away, leaving Y/N and Wanda locked in their struggle.

Y/N fought desperately, her movements fueled by a potent mix of anger and grief. She kicked out at Wanda, her blows fueled by years of pent-up emotion. "You fucking left me!" she screamed, her voice raw with pain.

Wanda's powers surged, throwing Y/N against the wall with a forceful impact. As Y/N struggled to regain her breath, Wanda loomed over her, tears mingling with the rage in her eyes.

"Where is Pietro, Y/N?" Wanda's voice wavered with emotion, her desperation palpable. Tears welled in Y/N's eyes at the mention of her lost friend, and she choked out the painful truth.

"He killed himself," she whispered, her voice thick with sorrow. "He didn't want to be Hydra."

The revelation struck a chord with Wanda, her powers flickering erratically as the weight of her actions crashed down upon her. And then, with a sudden explosion, darkness descended, consuming everything in its wake.

Y/N's consciousness flickered in and out, a haze of pain and confusion clouding her senses. Through the fog, she heard a voice, distant and urgent, calling out her name. Groaning in agony, she struggled to make sense of her surroundings, the weight pressing down on her body almost suffocating.

As her hearing slowly began to even out, the voice grew louder, more desperate. It was a voice she knew all too well—Wanda. Y/N coughed, blood spilling from her lips, as she strained to respond. "Help..." she managed to rasp, her voice strained and hoarse.

Suddenly, she felt a surge of energy, accompanied by the sound of shifting rocks and debris. With a gasp of relief, Y/N realized that Wanda was using her powers to lift the rubble off her. The pressure eased, and Y/N cried out in pain as she struggled to move beneath the weight of her injuries.

Wanda rushed to Y/N's side, her voice trembling with concern. "I'm not leaving this time," she declared, determination burning in her eyes. But Y/N, overcome with pain and grief, pushed her away weakly, attempting to stand on her own.

With great effort, Y/N managed to rise to her feet, but her strength failed her, and she collapsed to her knees, coughing up more blood. Wanda reached out to steady her, her voice frantic as she called for medical assistance.

In the midst of her agony, Y/N's thoughts turned to Lauren, her heart constricting with fear. She struggled to speak, her words barely a whisper as she murmured, "Lauren..." Panic surged through her as she tried to rise again, but Wanda's voice stopped her.

"Y/N, what are you looking for?" Wanda's voice was filled with compassion, her gaze softening with empathy. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as Wanda delivered the devastating news. "She was killed in the explosion, protecting a young agent," Wanda explained, her own grief evident in her expression. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes as she shook her head in disbelief, the pain of loss washing over her in waves. Ignoring the protests of her battered body, she crawled on her knees to where Lauren lay, her sobs wracking her body as she cradled her fallen comrade in her arms.

For a moment, Y/N's world dissolved into darkness as unconsciousness claimed her once more, her body spent and broken from the ordeal. But even in the depths of her despair, the memory of Lauren's sacrifice burned bright, a beacon of light in the darkness of her pain.

.....

The soft hum of machines filled the room as Y/N slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body throbbing with pain. With a groan, she attempted to move her arms, only to find them restrained. Panic surged through her as she forced her eyes open, squinting against the harsh brightness of the room.

As her vision cleared, Y/N took in her surroundings—a sterile medical room, with monitors beeping rhythmically beside her bed. Tears pricked at her eyes as the memories of what had transpired flooded back, overwhelming her with grief and despair.

A sob escaped her lips as she struggled against the restraints, her desperation evident in every strained movement. Then, she heard footsteps approaching, and Wanda burst into the room, her expression filled with concern.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Wanda's voice was filled with genuine worry as she rushed to Y/N's side. But even in her agony, Y/N's instinct was to fight, to break free from the confines that held her.

With a frustrated cry, she attempted to rip the restraints away, but they held firm, the specialized material designed to withstand even the strongest of forces. Wanda winced at the sight, her heart aching at Y/N's futile struggle.

"Y/N, please," Wanda pleaded, gently pushing her back onto the bed. "You're only hurting yourself."

Y/N's laughter was bitter, tinged with pain and resentment. "Stop acting like you care, Wanda," she retorted, her voice hoarse with emotion.

Wanda's expression softened, her own anguish evident in her eyes. "Y/N, I searched for you," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. "I thought... I thought you were gone. We couldn't find you anywhere."

A wave of realization washed over Y/N as Wanda's words sank in. She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. "Pietro..." she murmured, the truth hitting her like a physical blow.

Tears streamed down her face as she crumbled under the weight of her grief, the realization that she had been mourned as dead by her closest friend and ally cutting her to the core. In that moment, all Y/N could do was surrender to her sorrow, allowing herself to be consumed by the pain of her loss.

As Y/N's tears flowed freely, Wanda's instinct was to offer comfort, to envelop her in a comforting embrace. But as she moved closer, extending her arms, Y/N's reaction was visceral—she tugged at the restraints, her cries turning into desperate pleas.

"Leave me alone, leave me alone!" Y/N's voice was raw with anguish, her struggles intensifying as she fought against the unyielding bonds that held her. Wanda recoiled, her heart aching at the sight of Y/N's distress.

She watched, her confusion mounting, as Y/N sobbed and shook uncontrollably, the restraints digging into her skin, leaving behind crimson trails of blood. It was a heart-wrenching sight, one that filled Wanda with a sense of helplessness.

For a moment, Wanda hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. She longed to reach out to Y/N, to offer solace in her time of need. But she knew that any attempt to comfort Y/N would only exacerbate her pain.

So, with a heavy heart, Wanda stepped back, giving Y/N the space she needed to grieve. She watched from a distance, her own emotions in turmoil, as Y/N's cries echoed through the room, a poignant reminder of the deep wounds that lay within her soul.

...

The doctor's revelation rippled through the room, his words hanging in the air like a heavy fog. Y/N's eyes, devoid of their usual fire, locked onto the doctor as he spoke, absorbing every word with a detached intensity.

"Miss, we found a significant amount of drugs in your system," the doctor began, his tone grave as he glanced between Y/N and Wanda. "But there's one in particular that's causing some concern. It's reacting strangely with our equipment, and we need to identify it to ensure it doesn't interact poorly with any medication we've administered."

Wanda's brows furrowed in concern, her eyes darting to Y/N as the gravity of the situation became clear. The room felt heavy with tension as Y/N remained silent, her expression inscrutable as she processed the doctor's words.

As the doctor finished speaking, Wanda's worry deepened, and she moved closer to Y/N, her concern palpable. "What the fuck, Y/N?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration and fear. "What's going on?"

But Y/N's response was cold and dismissive, her detachment a stark contrast to Wanda's growing unease. "Shut the fuck up, Wanda," Y/N snapped, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "This is none of your business."

Wanda recoiled at Y/N's harsh words, her heart sinking as she realized the extent of Y/N's isolation. Desperate to break through the walls Y/N had erected, she reached out, her hand trembling as she cupped Y/N's jaw. "Y/N, please," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm trying to understand, but I need you to let me in."

But Y/N's walls remained impenetrable, her gaze cold and unyielding as she turned her attention back to the doctor. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she signaled for him to leave, her disdain palpable as she spat out, "None of your business, either. Get out."

The doctor, sensing the tension in the room, wasted no time in exiting, leaving Y/N and Wanda alone in the suffocating silence. But Wanda refused to give up, her determination unwavering as she met Y/N's gaze with pleading eyes.

"I'm here for you, Y/N," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached out, her fingers brushing against Y/N's cheek. "Please, let me help you."

But Y/N's response was swift and brutal, a painful reminder of the distance that had grown between them. With a look of defiance, she spat in Wanda's face, her actions a cruel rejection of Wanda's attempts at reconciliation.

Stunned and heartbroken, Wanda could only watch in disbelief as Y/N pushed her further away, her heart aching with the weight of their fractured bond. With a heavy sigh, she turned and left the room, leaving Y/N alone in her anguish, restrained and adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

....

The tension in the meeting room was palpable as Stark proposed his plan for Y/N. Wanda's concern was evident in her furrowed brow and tightly clenched fists as she listened to his words.

"Well, easy," Stark began, his tone matter-of-fact. "We just keep her restrained and let her go through withdrawal. When she's desperate enough, she'll tell us what we need to know."

Wanda's eyes widened in alarm at Stark's suggestion, her mind racing with the potential dangers of such a course of action. "But what if something happens to her?" she interjected, her voice trembling with fear. "What if her body can't take it? We can't just leave her to suffer like that."

Stark sighed, his expression hardening as he regarded Wanda. "That person in there is not the same one we were with in Sokovia," he replied, his voice devoid of sympathy. "You might as well think of it like she died in the bombing, because the old one is dead."

The weight of Stark's words hung heavy in the air as Wanda processed the harsh reality of the situation. With a heavy heart, she rose from her seat and silently made her way out of the meeting, her thoughts consumed by the anguish of what was unfolding.

Alone in the hallway, Wanda sank to the floor, the weight of her emotions crashing down on her in waves. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to come to terms with the cruel twist of fate that had befallen her friend. In that moment of vulnerability, she felt utterly powerless, her heart breaking for the loss of the Y/N she once knew and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

...

After the tense meeting, Wanda made the difficult decision to stay away from Y/N's room, unable to bear witnessing the deterioration of her friend. She couldn't shake the image of Y/N's restrained form from her mind, haunted by the fear of what awaited her.

As Wanda wrestled with her own turmoil, Stark made his way to Y/N's room, his expression grave as he entered. Y/N's cocky demeanor did little to mask the apprehension in her eyes as she watched him approach.

"Oh, the big Iron Man came to see me. What did I do to deserve this honor?" Y/N quipped, her attempt at levity falling flat in the face of Stark's serious demeanor.

Stark's gaze lingered on the glistening sheen of sweat on Y/N's skin, a telltale sign that the withdrawal had already begun to take its toll. "I see it's started," he remarked, his tone somber.

Y/N feigned ignorance, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "I don't understand," she replied, though she knew all too well what Stark was referring to.

"Look, Y/N," Stark began, his voice tinged with resignation. "Since you won't tell us what drug you're using, we're going to let you go through withdrawal. Either it kills you, or you tell us what we asked."

Y/N's cocky facade crumbled at Stark's words, replaced by a flicker of fear in her eyes. "Wow, big heroism from you guys," she muttered bitterly.

Stark sighed heavily, the weight of their predicament evident in his weary expression. "You leave us no choice," he said, his voice tinged with regret.

Y/N's anger flared at Stark's assertion. "I won't break, Stark," she declared defiantly, though uncertainty gnawed at her resolve.

Stark's gaze softened momentarily, a flicker of sympathy in his eyes. "I doubt that," he replied cryptically before turning to leave. "Good luck. You'll need it."

Left alone once more, Y/N let out a shaky breath, her mind reeling with the gravity of their situation. In a desperate attempt to quell her rising panic, she began to repeat the mantra Lauren had taught her: "Hail Hydra, hail Hydra," the words a fragile lifeline in the storm of her fear.

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Beyond the Chaos V

TW: Torture, Brainwashing, PTSD, Violence, Abuse, Trauma, PanicAttacks, NonCon, Drugging, SelfDoubt, Loss, Captivity, Manipulation

As Y/N returned to the Hydra base, the weight of the encounter with Wanda still heavy on her mind, she made her way to her room with a sense of urgency. Every step felt like a battle against the turmoil raging within her, a tempest of conflicting emotions threatening to consume her from within.

Entering her room, Y/N was met with the sight of Lauren, who rose from her seat with a mixture of relief and concern etched upon her features. "I was so scared for you," Lauren began, her words tinged with worry, but her voice trailed off as she caught sight of what Y/N was doing.

Y/N's hands trembled as she took out a small packet of drugs, the powder glistening under the dim light of the room. Without a word, she emptied the contents onto the table, her movements erratic and frenzied.

Sensing the tension in the air, Lauren approached cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. "Are you okay, love?" she asked softly, her voice laced with apprehension.

But before Lauren could comprehend what was happening, Y/N swiftly divided the powder into three lines, her actions betraying a desperate need to escape the turmoil raging within her. With trembling hands, she leaned down and snorted the lines in quick succession, the drugs coursing through her veins like a temporary reprieve from the chaos of her reality.

Turning around, Y/N's eyes bore into Lauren's, a mixture of desperation and longing flickering in their depths. Without a word, she surged forward, pushing Lauren onto the bed with a sense of urgency that left no room for protest.

Their lips met in a frenzied kiss, fueled by a raw intensity born of pain and desperation. Y/N's touch was desperate, almost frantic, as if seeking solace in the warmth of Lauren's embrace, if only for a fleeting moment.

"Be quiet," Y/N whispered hoarsely, her breath hot against Lauren's skin as she pressed her lips to hers once more, drowning out the echoes of doubt and despair that threatened to consume them both. In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the intoxicating rush of sensation that bound them together in a fragile, fleeting embrace.

As they lay entwined in the hazy aftermath of their heated encounter, the air hung heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension. Lauren's voice cut through the silence like a knife, her curiosity tinged with a hint of concern.

"What's going on?" she asked softly, her gaze searching Y/N's face for answers.

Y/N hesitated, the weight of her secrets pressing down upon her like a suffocating blanket. "Nothing," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Lauren was not one to be easily dismissed. With a gentle insistence, she pressed on, her eyes imploring Y/N to open up. "Don't lie to me," she urged, her tone gentle yet firm. "C'mon, it's me. You can tell me anything."

A heavy sigh escaped Y/N's lips, her resolve wavering under the weight of Lauren's unwavering support. "I saw my childhood... friend," she confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

Lauren's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her mind racing to piece together the puzzle of Y/N's past. "Friend?" she echoed, her confusion evident. "Which one? You only told me about Pietro."

Y/N's throat tightened at the mention of Pietro's name, the memories of their shattered bond still fresh in her mind. "I don't want to talk about it anymore," she admitted, her voice strained with emotion. "I'm sorry."

With a sudden sense of urgency, Y/N rose from the bed, leaving Lauren bewildered in her wake. As she watched Y/N's retreating figure, a nagging sense of unease settled in the pit of Lauren's stomach, her mind awash with questions left unanswered.

Later that night, as the pulsating rhythm of the club reverberated through the air, Lauren's search for Y/N led her through a maze of dimly lit corridors and crowded dance floors. With each passing moment, her anxiety mounted, a knot of worry tightening in her chest.

Finally, her eyes fell upon Y/N, lost in the swirling chaos of the club, her figure illuminated by the flickering lights overhead. But the sight that greeted Lauren shattered her heart into a million pieces.

There, amidst the sea of bodies, Y/N stood, her movements unsteady and her gaze unfocused, a haze of intoxication clouding her senses. The scent of alcohol hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid stench of smoke and sweat.

With a heavy sigh, Lauren approached Y/N, her heart breaking at the sight of her beloved in such a state. Despite the crowd pressing in around them, she felt a profound sense of isolation, a silent ache echoing in the depths of her soul.

Drawing closer, Lauren's eyes fell upon the ring adorning Y/N's finger, a silent reminder of the promises they had made to each other, vows of love and fidelity that now seemed like distant memories.

"Y/N," Lauren called out softly, her voice barely audible above the din of the club. She reached out a trembling hand, her fingers brushing against Y/N's arm in a desperate plea for connection.

But Y/N remained lost in her own world, oblivious to Lauren's presence as she danced on the edge of oblivion, the weight of her pain driving her deeper into the abyss.

With a heavy heart, Lauren turned away, her eyes brimming with unshed tears as she struggled to come to terms with the devastating reality before her. In that moment, the gulf between them seemed insurmountable, a vast expanse of emptiness stretching out into eternity.

As Lauren retreated into the shadows, a solitary figure amidst the crowd, she couldn't help but wonder if their love was strong enough to withstand the storm that threatened to tear them apart. With a heavy heart, she knew that only time would tell.

As Y/N stumbled into the bathroom, the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights only served to intensify the pounding ache in her head. Nausea churned in the pit of her stomach, threatening to spill over at any moment. With trembling hands, she gripped the edges of the porcelain sink, willing herself to hold on as the world spun around her.

Then, as if on cue, the contents of her stomach surged upward, a violent expulsion that left her gasping for air. Waves of dizziness washed over her, each heave accompanied by a sharp pang of pain that reverberated through her entire body.

In the midst of her turmoil, Y/N felt a gentle hand on her back, a comforting presence in the midst of the chaos. Without a word, Lauren came up behind her, her touch soft and reassuring as she held back Y/N's hair and offered silent support.

As Y/N retched into the sink, Lauren remained steadfast by her side, her steady presence a beacon of strength in the darkness. When the last of the sickness had passed, Lauren helped Y/N wash her face, the cool water a welcome respite against her flushed skin.

With tender care, Lauren guided Y/N back to their room, her arms wrapped protectively around her as they navigated the dimly lit hallway. Once inside, Lauren wasted no time in tending to Y/N's needs, gently coaxing her out of her soiled clothes and guiding her into the warm embrace of the shower.

The hot water cascaded over Y/N's skin, washing away the remnants of the night's ordeal as Lauren stood by her side, her touch gentle yet firm as she helped Y/N cleanse away the physical and emotional residue of her distress.

As they emerged from the shower, Y/N felt a sense of renewal wash over her, a newfound sense of clarity emerging from the depths of her despair. With Lauren's help, she slipped into a clean t-shirt and a pair of panties, the soft fabric a comforting reminder of the love that surrounded her.

Crawling into bed, Y/N nestled into the warmth of Lauren's embrace, her head resting against her chest as Lauren played with her hair in soothing strokes. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, Y/N felt a surge of gratitude welling up within her, a silent acknowledgment of the unwavering support that Lauren had offered her throughout their tumultuous journey.

"I love you," Y/N murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she gazed up at Lauren with tear-filled eyes.

In response, Lauren leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead, her love a silent promise that would endure even in the darkest of times. "I love you too," she whispered, her words a heartfelt pledge of unwavering devotion.

....

In the meeting room of the Avengers compound, tensions simmered like a storm on the horizon, the air thick with anticipation as the team gathered to discuss their next course of action. Wanda Maximoff sat at the table, her hands clenched into fists as she listened to the debate unfold.

"I told you guys they were alive," Wanda insisted, her voice edged with frustration. "But you didn't believe me. You said the bodies must be somewhere too badly crushed for us to find them."

Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, sighed heavily, his brow furrowed with concern. "Wanda, we're not denying the possibility," he said, his tone measured. "But we can't rush into this blindly. Hydra is a formidable enemy, and we need to approach this with caution."

"But Pietro and Y/N could be out there, in danger," Wanda argued, her eyes pleading with her teammates to understand. "We can't just sit around and do nothing."

Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, leaned forward in her chair, her gaze sharp and calculating. "We're not doing nothing, Wanda," she said, her voice steady. "We're gathering intel, assessing the situation. We'll find them, I promise."

But Wanda was not convinced. "What if they don't have time?" she demanded, her voice rising with frustration. "What if every moment we waste puts them in even more danger?"

Thor, the God of Thunder, spoke up then, his deep voice resonating through the room. "We shall retrieve them, Wanda," he declared, his eyes alight with determination. "But we must proceed with caution. We cannot risk further harm to our comrades."

Wanda clenched her jaw, her frustration boiling over as she rose from her seat. "I can't just sit around and wait," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm going to find them, with or without your help."

As Wanda stormed out of the meeting room, her footsteps echoing down the corridor, the remaining Avengers exchanged uneasy glances. They knew that Wanda's determination could lead her into danger, but they also knew that they couldn't stop her.

In the quiet aftermath of Wanda's departure, the Avengers were left to grapple with the weight of their decisions, each one silently pondering the fate of their missing comrades and the dangers that lay ahead.

After the heated meeting with the Avengers, Wanda Maximoff found herself unable to shake the gnawing sense of unease that had settled in her chest. Unable to sit idly by, she made a decision that would take her down a dangerous path.

Under the cloak of night, Wanda ventured into the heart of the city, to the shadowy underbelly where Hydra's influence loomed large. She navigated the dimly lit streets with a sense of purpose, her mind consumed by thoughts of her missing friends.

Standing amidst the labyrinthine alleyways, Wanda took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. "Come on, get an Avenger, you pussies!" she shouted into the darkness, her voice echoing off the graffiti-covered walls.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence, the stillness of the night broken only by the distant sounds of traffic. But then, like specters emerging from the shadows, figures began to materialize, their sinister forms moving with silent purpose.

Without hesitation, Wanda launched herself into battle, her powers crackling to life as she confronted the Hydra operatives who had answered her call. Each strike was fueled by her desperation to find her friends, her fury unleashed upon those who stood in her way.

But Hydra was not to be underestimated, and Wanda soon found herself outnumbered and outmatched. Despite her formidable abilities, she was no match for the relentless onslaught of her enemies.

In a moment of vulnerability, Wanda was subdued, a sleeping serum coursing through her veins as she was whisked away to a hidden Hydra base, her fate now in the hands of her most dangerous adversaries.

As Wanda's consciousness slipped away, she could only hope that her actions had not led her friends into even greater peril, and that somewhere amidst the shadows, Pietro and Y/N remained alive, waiting to be rescued.

....

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, her mind spinning with a whirlwind of emotions. Lauren's presence beside her offered a comforting anchor amidst the storm of uncertainty. She took a deep breath, steeling herself to recount the tumultuous events of the past few hours.

"Okay," Y/N began, her voice tinged with apprehension. "So, you know how I've told you about Wanda before, right?"

Lauren nodded, her expression gentle and encouraging. "Yeah, you mentioned her. She's Pietro's twin sister, right?"

Y/N's throat tightened at the mention of Pietro, a pang of sorrow washing over her at the memory of her lost friend. "Yeah, exactly. Wanda and Pietro, they were like family to me. We grew up together, practically inseparable."

As Y/N spoke, her mind drifted back to simpler times, to lazy afternoons spent exploring the streets of their hometown and nights filled with laughter and shared secrets. But the memory was tinged with sadness now, colored by the bitter reality of their fractured bond.

"But then..." Y/N's voice faltered, the words catching in her throat as she struggled to articulate the pain of their betrayal. "When everything went down in Sokovia...Wanda, she...she didn't come for us. She left us behind, with the rest of the Avengers. It was like...like we didn't matter anymore."

Lauren's expression softened with empathy as she reached out to squeeze Y/N's hand gently. "I'm so sorry, love. That sounds really tough."

Y/N nodded, her gaze distant as she relived the moment of abandonment. "Yeah, it was...it was like losing a part of myself, you know? Like everything I thought I knew about loyalty and friendship just...shattered."

The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, the silence between them pregnant with unspoken sorrow. But even as Y/N grappled with the pain of her past, a surge of determination coursed through her veins.

"But now," Y/N continued, her voice gaining strength with each word, "now she's back. And I need to confront her, to...to make sense of everything that happened."

Lauren listened attentively, her unwavering support a source of solace amidst Y/N's inner turmoil. "I understand, love. Just know that I'm here for you, every step of the way."

As Y/N glanced up at Lauren's reassuring smile, a flicker of gratitude warmed her heart. However, their brief respite was shattered by an urgent knock on the door, sending Y/N's heart plummeting with dread. As she opened the door, her worst fears were realized when she learned of Wanda's capture by Hydra.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she and Lauren made their way downstairs to the interrogation room. The echo of their footsteps reverberated through the corridor, each step a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation.

As they entered the dimly lit room, Y/N's eyes immediately locked onto the figure bound to the chair in the center. Wanda's bruised and battered face was a painful sight to behold, a stark contrast to the memories of the vibrant and strong-willed woman she once knew.

"What the fuck..." Y/N's voice trembled with a mixture of disbelief and rage as she took in Wanda's condition. "When the fuck did she get here, and why was I not informed sooner?"

One of the agents stepped forward, his expression faltering under the weight of Y/N's fury. "She walked into our street screaming for us to get an Avenger," he stammered, his voice barely audible over the rush of blood in Y/N's ears. "And then...we had a little fun before we called you. Also I heard you weren't feeling good so..."

Y/N's hand shot out, striking the agent across the cheek with a resounding slap. "Play a little?" she seethed, her eyes flashing with righteous indignation. "Did I give permission for that?"

Another slap followed as Y/N's anger surged, her pent-up frustration finding release in the sharp sting of her palm against the agent's skin. "And why was I not informed about this as soon as it happened?" she demanded, her voice rising with each word. "You're not here to think! If I'm not dead, you come to me first! How I feel is not your problem! What are you, my fucking therapist?"

The agent recoiled under Y/N's barrage of blows, his face contorted with a mixture of fear and confusion. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice trembling with trepidation. "I didn't mean to—"

But before he could finish his sentence, Y/N delivered another resounding slap, her frustration boiling over into a torrent of righteous fury. "Get out of my face," she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "And don't you ever forget who you answer to."

With a final glare, Y/N turned away from the agent, her attention fully focused on the woman bound to the chair before her. Wanda's gaze met hers, a mixture of defiance and resignation flickering in her eyes.

Y/N's jaw clenched as she fought to contain the storm of emotions raging within her. She couldn't bring herself to speak to Wanda, not yet. The wounds were too fresh, too raw.

Lauren placed a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder, silently offering her support amidst the turmoil of emotions.

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Beyond the Chaos IV

TW: Torture, Brainwashing, PTSD, Violence, Abuse, Trauma, PanicAttacks, NonCon, Drugging, SelfDoubt, Loss, Captivity, Manipulation

A week later, a party buzzed with energy within the Hydra compound. Lauren, ever watchful of Y/N's well-being, approached her friend with concern. "You don't have to go, Y/N. I can stay with you," she offered, her brow furrowing with worry.

But Y/N, who had barely spoken since the tragic scene with Pietro, shook her head resolutely. "I want to go," she replied, her voice hoarse from disuse.

Raising her eyebrows in disbelief, Lauren asked, "Are you sure?"

Y/N nodded, a hint of defiance in her gaze. "Do you have any weed?" she asked bluntly, cutting through the tension.

Confusion flickered across Lauren's features. "But you told me you didn't want to do drugs," she pointed out.

Y/N groaned impatiently. "Lauren, I just asked you a simple question. I didn't ask for a lesson," she snapped, her frustration evident.

Sighing, Lauren quickly rolled a joint and handed it to Y/N. As Y/N smoked, Lauren watched with surprise as she finished it all on her own, expecting her to take only a few drags.

When Y/N spotted a short dress in Lauren's closet, she wasted no time putting it on before heading out to the party. Concern etched on her features, Lauren hurriedly got ready, determined to keep a close eye on Y/N's behavior.

As the night progressed, Y/N found herself swept up in the revelry, downing shots and engaging in alcohol-fueled games with other Hydra members. Concerned, Lauren placed a hand on Y/N's waist, suggesting that she slow down.

But Y/N shrugged her off, her resolve unwavering. "Maybe I shouldn't," she replied defiantly.

Groaning inwardly, Lauren downed a drink herself, watching with growing unease as Y/N became progressively more intoxicated.

Amidst the chaos of the party, Lauren's attention was momentarily diverted by a fellow Hydra member asking about an upcoming mission. When she turned back, Y/N was nowhere to be seen.

Cursing under her breath, Lauren frantically searched for Y/N, asking anyone who crossed her path if they had seen her. Finally, someone mentioned seeing Y/N in the bathroom.

Rushing to the bathroom, Lauren's heart sank at the sight of Y/N snorting lines off the counter with older Hydra girls. Without hesitation, she pulled Y/N away, her heart pounding with a mix of anger and concern.

Y/N tried to fight back, but Lauren's authority as a fellow agent was enough to calm her down. Leading her back to their room, Lauren attempted to regulate her own breathing and emotions.

But as they entered the room, Y/N pushed Lauren against the wall, kissing her passionately. Caught off guard, Lauren kissed back momentarily before pushing Y/N away gently.

"You aren't in the right state of mind right now," Lauren murmured, her voice filled with sadness.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she pleaded, "Please, just take away the pain for a little while."

Heartbroken, Lauren gave in, knowing that in that moment, all Y/N needed was a brief respite from the turmoil consuming her. And as they sought solace in each other's arms, the weight of their shared pain momentarily lifted, if only for a fleeting moment in time.

The mission was set for tomorrow, a daunting task of moving a substantial amount of drugs to a perilous neighborhood. Y/N found herself assigned to Lauren's squad, though she was high out of her mind, her senses dulled by the drugs coursing through her veins. Yet, despite her altered state, she was strangely willing to proceed with the mission.

Concerned for her friend's well-being, Lauren approached the top commander, voicing her apprehensions. "Sir, Y/N is very out of it, and she's acting erratic and crazy. I don't know how good it is for her to-" But before she could finish, the commander cut her off with a dismissive wave.

"Agent, the crazier and more erratic, the better," he replied, his tone cold and unwavering. "And don't ever tell me my decision isn't right again, okay? If it were someone else, I would punish them. But because of who your parents were, I'm not going to do anything."

Defeated, Lauren nodded silently and made her way back to Y/N. When Y/N asked if everything was okay, Lauren merely gave a firm nod, pushing past her to head to the car for the mission. Confusion clouded Y/N's mind as she followed, her thoughts drifting back to the events of the previous night, realizing it was probably the reason for Lauren's evident anger.

As they prepared for the mission, one of Lauren's friends offered Y/N some weed, and without hesitation, she accepted, lighting up and taking a drag before entering the car.

The mission quickly descended into chaos as they came under attack. In the heat of the moment, Y/N's instincts took over, and she launched herself at an assailant, stabbing him repeatedly with a ferocity that shocked even Lauren.

With a sense of urgency, Lauren pulled Y/N off the man, and as Y/N snapped out of her trance, she cupped Lauren's cheeks, checking her for any injuries. Relief flooded Lauren as she realized that despite everything, Y/N still cared.

Y/N's voice was barely above a whisper as she pleaded, "Please don't be mad at me about last night. It meant everything to me, and I didn't just want to use you. I trusted you enough to be my first."

Lauren's throat tightened at the revelation, her heart aching for the vulnerability in Y/N's words. "I was your first?" she asked softly, searching Y/N's eyes for confirmation.

Y/N nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Couldn't have picked someone better," she whispered.

Touched by Y/N's sincerity, Lauren leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. "Thank you," she murmured, silently promising to be there for Y/N, no matter what challenges they faced ahead.

.....

Seven years had passed since the chaos of Sokovia, and in that time, Hydra had risen from the ashes like a malevolent phoenix, spreading its influence across the globe. Wanda found herself seated in a dimly lit meeting room, surrounded by fellow agents, their faces etched with concern and determination.

The atmosphere was tense as the discussion unfolded, each word carrying the weight of the world's uncertainty. Hydra's newfound strength was a shadow looming over every corner of civilization, casting a pall of fear and apprehension.

The topic at hand centered on Hydra's acquisition of a mysterious and potent asset, one that had bolstered their power to unprecedented levels. Speculation ran rampant among the agents gathered, theories swirling about what this asset could be and how it had fallen into Hydra's clutches.

Amidst the murmurs of uncertainty, one name stood out: the high-profile commander. This elusive figure, veiled in secrecy, was the linchpin of Hydra's operations, the driving force behind their malevolent machinations. Little was known about this individual, save for their reputation as a skilled tactician and merciless leader.

Wanda listened intently as the briefing continued, her mind racing with questions and possibilities. Who was this commander? What drove them to wield such power with ruthless efficiency? And most importantly, how could they be stopped?

The directive was clear: gather intelligence on the commander, uncover their identity, and dismantle the web of power they had woven around Hydra. It was a daunting task, one that would require cunning, perseverance, and perhaps a touch of luck.

As her fellow agents nodded in agreement, Wanda felt a surge of determination course through her veins. She would not rest until the commander's identity was revealed, until Hydra's grip on the world was loosened, and until justice was served for those who had fallen victim to their tyranny.

With a steely resolve, Wanda pledged herself to the cause, knowing that the fate of the world hung in the balance. And as she rose from her seat, she silently vowed to do whatever it took to bring an end to Hydra's reign of terror, once and for all.

....

A month had passed since Wanda and Natasha had embarked on their mission to uncover the identity of the Hydra commander. Now, they found themselves seated in an outdoor section of a café, their senses heightened as they waited for any sign of the elusive figure.

After following a group of Hydra men to a rundown bar in the heart of the city's worst neighborhood, Wanda and Natasha had settled into a tense stakeout, hoping to catch a glimpse of their target in action. Hours ticked by with nothing to show for their efforts, frustration gnawing at their patience.

As Natasha excused herself to the bathroom, Wanda remained vigilant, scanning the dimly lit alleyway for any signs of movement. Suddenly, her keen senses picked up on a figure donning a Hydra mask and hoodie, slipping into the shadows of the alley. Without hesitation, Wanda rose from her seat and followed, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

Entering the alley, Wanda's instincts screamed warning as she confronted the mysterious figure, their back turned to her as they smoked and scrolled through their phone. Summoning all her courage, Wanda launched herself forward, seizing the element of surprise as she threw the person against the cold brick wall.

Stunned but quick to recover, the masked figure retaliated with ferocious speed, pinning Wanda to the ground with alarming force. As their fist descended towards her face, Wanda's reflexes kicked in, allowing her to narrowly dodge the blow, the impact shattering the concrete beneath them.

Realizing the dire threat posed by her opponent's immense strength, Wanda called upon her own abilities, harnessing the power of her mind to hurl the assailant off her. With a swift motion, she retrieved a tranquilizer gun from her holster, firing a dart that struck true, sending the masked figure crumpling to the ground in a haze of unconsciousness.

Moments later, Natasha returned to the scene, her eyes widening in alarm at the sight before her. Together, they swiftly subdued the incapacitated figure, securing them with power-dampening cuffs to prevent any further resistance. With the situation under control, they called for transportation, eager to interrogate their captive and finally unravel the mysteries surrounding the Hydra commander.

As the van rumbled along the dimly lit streets, the atmosphere inside was thick with tension and anticipation. Wanda and Natasha exchanged knowing glances, their thoughts consumed by the mission at hand and the enigmatic figure lying unconscious beside them.

Natasha's voice cut through the silence like a knife, her curiosity piqued by the mystery of their captive's identity. "I wonder what they look like," she mused, her eyes flickering towards the prone figure.

Wanda's brow furrowed in contemplation, her mind racing with a myriad of questions. She, too, harbored a burning curiosity about the face hidden beneath the mask, a face that held the key to unlocking a tangled web of secrets and deception.

With a sense of trepidation mingled with anticipation, Wanda reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she peeled back the hood to reveal a shock of long, ginger hair cascading over the figure's shoulders.

With a steadying breath, Wanda moved to remove the mask, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. As the fabric fell away, revealing the features beneath, time seemed to stand still, the world narrowing down to a single, defining moment.

And then, in an instant, everything changed.

Wanda's breath caught in her throat as she beheld the face of their captive, her heart plummeting to the pit of her stomach. It was a face she knew all too well, etched into the fabric of her memories like an indelible imprint.

A wave of disbelief washed over her, threatening to drown her in a sea of confusion and despair. How could this be possible? How could someone she once knew, someone she had trusted implicitly, now stand before her as a captive of Hydra?

Before Wanda could process the whirlwind of emotions raging within her, their captive stirred, their eyes snapping open with startling clarity. In an instant, the atmosphere shifted, the air crackling with tension as the captive broke free from their restraints, moving with lightning speed to seize Wanda by the throat.

The world seemed to spin in a dizzying blur as Natasha moved to intervene, her movements too slow to prevent the onslaught of violence unfolding before her eyes. With a sickening thud, she collided with the opposite wall of the van, her body crumpling to the floor in a heap.

Gasping for air, Wanda found herself locked in a desperate struggle for survival, her mind racing to make sense of the chaos erupting around her. Through the haze of pain and confusion, she met the intense gaze of their assailant, a flicker of recognition sparking in their eyes.

"Y/N, please," Wanda choked out, her voice raw with emotion, her words a desperate plea for reason amidst the chaos. But there was no mercy to be found in the depths of those familiar eyes, only a haunting echo of the past and the weight of a world teetering on the brink of darkness.

With a dark chuckle, Y/N released their grip on Wanda, their expression a twisted mask of conflicting emotions. In the span of a heartbeat, they vanished into the night, leaving Wanda to grapple with the harsh reality of their shattered bond and the daunting uncertainty of what lay ahead.

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Beyond the Chaos III

TW: Torture, Brainwashing, PTSD, Violence, Abuse, Trauma, PanicAttacks, NonCon, Drugging, SelfDoubt, Loss, Captivity, Manipulation

As the night wore on, Y/N found herself trapped in a twisted dream, haunted by the specter of betrayal. In her slumber, Wanda materialized before her, a sinister smile twisting her features as she pleaded for mercy. Y/N stood frozen, a gun clutched tightly in her hands, the weight of her allegiance to Hydra heavy upon her soul. With a trembling hand, she pulled the trigger, the deafening crack of gunfire echoing in the darkness as Wanda fell at her feet, her cries of anguish ringing in Y/N's ears.

Gasping for air, Y/N jolted awake, her body drenched in sweat and tears streaming down her face. A gentle voice pierced through the haze of her terror, and she blinked in confusion as Lauren hovered over her, concern etched in her features.

"Are you okay?" Lauren's voice was soft, soothing in the midst of Y/N's turmoil.

Y/N could only nod mutely, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain control of her racing heart. Lauren swiftly unhooked the cuffs, pulling Y/N up to the bed and enveloping her in a comforting embrace.

"Breathe with me," Lauren murmured, guiding Y/N through calming breathing exercises. Gradually, the frantic rhythm of Y/N's breaths began to slow, the panic subsiding under Lauren's steady guidance.

Once Y/N had regained her composure, she hesitantly voiced her request. "Can I...stay here with you?"

Lauren arched an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "And what if you try to run away?"

Y/N shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "Where would I go? I don't even know where I am. My parents are probably dead, and I have no one except Pietro. But I can't even see him."

After a moment of consideration, Lauren relented. "Okay, you can sleep in bed with me."

As they settled into bed, Y/N's mind continued to race, her thoughts swirling with fear and uncertainty. She tossed and turned, unable to find solace in the darkness.

But then, she felt strong arms wrap around her, the warmth of Lauren's body pressing against her back. Hot breath tickled her neck as Lauren murmured softly, "I'm here."

Surprisingly, Y/N felt her tense muscles begin to relax, the steady rhythm of Lauren's breathing lulling her into a sense of security. And as she drifted back into sleep, she clung to the older girl's presence, finding a fleeting moment of peace amidst the chaos of her shattered reality.

....

After two months of grueling training that pushed Y/N to her physical and mental limits, the moment of truth had arrived. Standing on the threshold of the arena, she couldn't help but feel a surge of apprehension coursing through her veins. The countdown on the big screen mocked her, each passing second ticking away the precious moments before her fate would be decided.

A touch on her lower back startled her, and Y/N turned to see Lauren, her smirk oozing with confidence. "Nervous, rat?" she taunted.

Y/N couldn't deny it. "Yeah," she admitted, her gaze flickering to the imposing figures around her. "Look at those guys. They're much bigger than me. I'm going to die."

Lauren's smirk widened. "No, you won't," she assured Y/N. "But if you want a little boost, I have something for you. But it has to be quick, and no one can see us, or we're in trouble."

Desperation clouded Y/N's mind as she nodded eagerly, willing to do anything to survive. Lauren turned away from prying eyes, swiftly administering a pill into Y/N's mouth with a kiss. Shock and confusion flashed in Y/N's eyes, but she swallowed the pill obediently.

"It'll work in about five minutes," Lauren explained. "It's Hydra's drug. Gives you crazy strength. It got me through all my tests with flying colors."

With a sense of trepidation and newfound resolve coursing through her veins, Y/N braced herself as the arena doors swung open, unleashing a horde of opponents hungry for blood. Lauren's parting words echoed in her ears: "Make me proud, rat."

As the chaos of battle unfolded, Y/N's senses sharpened, the drugs coursing through her veins heightening her every instinct. She targeted the weaker opponents first, her heart heavy with the weight of each life she ended.

But then, as the drugs took hold, Y/N felt a surge of power coursing through her, numbing her pain and sharpening her focus. A formidable opponent charged at her with a knife, but Y/N's movements were swift and precise. With unnatural strength, she twisted the assailant's arm, the sickening crunch of bone reverberating through the air. She didn't hesitate as she took the knife and plunged it into her opponent's chest, the rush of adrenaline drowning out the screams of pain.

Another adversary attacked, raining blows upon Y/N's face, but she barely felt the impact. Laughing in the face of danger, she spat blood into her attacker's eyes, seizing the opportunity to gain the upper hand. With savage ferocity, she unleashed a relentless assault, each blow fueled by the drug-induced strength coursing through her veins.

One by one, Y/N dispatched her opponents, her movements fluid and precise, her mind consumed by a primal instinct to survive. And as the final opponent fell at her feet, the arena erupted into cheers of triumph.

In that moment of victory, Y/N felt a sense of belonging she had never experienced before. No longer a mere sidekick, she had proven herself worthy of Hydra's ranks. And as she stood amidst the roar of the crowd, she couldn't help but feel a sickening sense of satisfaction, knowing that she was no longer just a pawn in someone else's game, but a force to be reckoned with in her own right.

After the brutal ordeal in the arena, Y/N sought solace in the simple routine of daily life within the confines of Hydra's compound. She took a long, scalding shower, the hot water washing away the remnants of blood and sweat, but unable to cleanse her conscience of the atrocities she had committed.

Emerging from the shower, Y/N found herself in the company of Lauren, the older girl serving as an unexpected anchor amidst the chaos of her new reality. Together, they made their way to the cafeteria, where Y/N hoped to find a fleeting moment of respite.

But her brief reprieve was shattered when Pietro materialized out of nowhere, his presence jolting her from her thoughts. He pulled her aside, his touch gentle yet firm as he examined her battered face and dilated pupils, a stark contrast to the vibrant, spirited girl he once knew.

"Y/N, this isn't us," Pietro lamented, his voice heavy with sorrow and disbelief.

Y/N recoiled slightly, her defenses rising instinctively. "Pietro, what the fuck is 'us' actually?" she retorted bitterly. "I only have this now. Everything else I knew is gone or dead. And I'm sure I'm better off this way. Being 'good' never got me anything except almost getting killed."

Pietro's heart ached at the sight of his best friend's desolation, his own anguish reflected in her eyes. "You're on fucking drugs, Y/N," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

Y/N shrugged, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "So what, Pietro? Maybe I should have died instead of it."

Tears welled up in Pietro's eyes as he gazed at his friend, his heart breaking at the sight of her broken spirit. "Y/N, I can't do this. I can't live like this. It ain't right."

Y/N's expression softened, her resolve momentarily faltering as she reached out to embrace her best friend. "You have to deal with it to survive," she murmured, her voice tinged with sadness and resignation. "I'm here for you, Pietro."

With a heavy heart, Y/N released Pietro and turned back to Lauren, forcing a mask of normalcy over her turmoil. Lauren's concerned gaze met hers, and Y/N offered a reassuring nod before taking a seat at the table.

As she picked at her food, surrounded by Lauren and her friends, Y/N couldn't shake the sense of isolation that gnawed at her soul. But amidst the clamor of voices and the clinking of utensils, she found a fleeting sense of belonging, a fragile semblance of normalcy in the midst of Hydra's twisted reality. And for now, that would have to be enough.

As Y/N sat at the table with Lauren and her friends, the older girl offered her a joint, a small attempt to ease the tension that hung heavy in the air. But Y/N shook her head, declining the offer with a solemn expression. "No, thanks. I don't want to do drugs if it's not needed," she said quietly.

Lauren nodded understandingly, respecting Y/N's decision without question. "Alright, suit yourself," she replied with a shrug, taking a drag from the joint herself.

Later, as the meal concluded and the group began to disperse, Y/N approached Lauren hesitantly. "Do you know where Pietro is staying?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Lauren nodded, offering Y/N directions to Pietro's quarters. "Just go down the hall, take a left, and it's the third door on your right," she explained, her tone sympathetic.

Y/N thanked her softly before making her way across the compound to Pietro's room. Knocking on the door, she called out his name, but there was no answer. Trying again, she identified herself, pleading for him to open the door, but still, there was no response.

With a sinking feeling in her chest, Y/N tested the doorknob, surprised to find that it was unlocked. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, and her worst fears were realized.

Pietro hung from a rope tied to the ceiling, his lifeless body swaying gently in the dim light of the room. Y/N's heart stopped as she rushed to his side, tears streaming down her face as she frantically tried to undo the noose and revive him.

The sound of her screams echoed through the room, drawing the attention of nearby Hydra members who rushed to assist her. Together, they tried in vain to save Pietro, but it was too late.

Y/N collapsed beside Pietro's body, her cries of anguish filling the room as she clung to him, unwilling to accept the reality of his death. The other Hydra members stood by solemnly, allowing her to grieve in peace.

When Lauren arrived, the sight of Y/N cradling Pietro's lifeless form broke her heart. Without hesitation, she knelt beside Y/N, wrapping her arms around her and offering whatever comfort she could.

Y/N turned to Lauren, her eyes filled with tears, and without a word, she buried her face in Lauren's chest, seeking solace in the embrace of the only person who truly cared about her. And as they held each other, the weight of their shared grief hung heavy in the air, a silent testament to the bond that had been forged through adversity.

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CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016) dir. The Russo Brothers

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Beyond the Chaos II

TW: Torture, Brainwashing, PTSD, Violence, Abuse, Trauma, PanicAttacks, NonCon, Drugging, SelfDoubt, Loss, Captivity, Manipulation

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, the dull ache in her body reminding her of the brutal encounter she had just endured. Blinking away the haze of unconsciousness, she found herself tied to a chair in a dimly lit chamber, her surroundings unfamiliar and foreboding.

A girl, only a few years older than Y/N, entered the room with a smirk playing on her lips. Y/N's confusion turned to anger as she demanded answers.

"What's going on?" Y/N snapped, her voice laced with defiance.

The older girl chuckled, her eyes glinting with malice. "I'm assigned to you, little rat. What use could you possibly be to us?"

Y/N's temper flared, her fists clenched in frustration. "Then just let me go! I don't want anything to do with scumbags like you!"

Without warning, the girl approached Y/N and delivered a stinging slap across her face. Y/N recoiled in shock, her cheek throbbing with pain. Before she could react, the girl struck her again, taunting her with cruel words.

Enraged, Y/N struggled against her restraints, her desperation mounting with each blow. Finally, the girl released her, and Y/N lunged forward, her fists flying in a futile attempt to fight back.

But the older girl was swift and skilled, effortlessly dodging Y/N's blows. Their skirmish continued, with Y/N's frustration fueling her determination to land a hit. And finally, after a relentless barrage of punches, Y/N's fist connected with the girl's jaw, causing her to stumble momentarily.

Infuriated, the girl launched a brutal counterattack, raining down blows upon Y/N until she lay battered and bloodied on the ground. Gasping for breath, Y/N coughed up blood, her body wracked with pain.

As the girl stood over her, victorious, she delivered a final, chilling warning. "Remember, you are nothing here. You can't ever hit me, rat."

With a contemptuous spit, the girl left Y/N to her agony, the weight of her helplessness crushing her spirit as she struggled to catch her breath amidst the pain and humiliation.

....

The following day arrived with a grim sense of inevitability. The same girl who had subjected Y/N to torment entered the room, her presence sending a shiver down Y/N's spine. Without a word, she fastened cuffs around Y/N's wrists and led her to an unknown destination.

Confusion gnawed at Y/N's mind as she questioned the girl's motives. "What's happening?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.

"Try to stay alive and earn yourself a place here," the girl replied cryptically, her tone devoid of sympathy.

Y/N's heart pounded with dread as she was thrust into an arena-like space, surrounded by others her age or older, all bearing the scars of past battles. A table adorned with knives stood ominously in the center, the floor stained with the remnants of past carnage. A screen displayed a grim tally of lives lost, a stark reminder of the brutality of their circumstances.

As the last few prisoners were pushed into the arena and the gates locked shut, a deafening siren blared, signaling the start of the deadly game. Y/N's gaze darted around frantically, her eyes widening in horror as she spotted Pietro among the trapped spectators, his expression mirroring her own fear.

With a surge of adrenaline, Y/N lunged for a knife, her fingers closing around the cold metal as chaos erupted around her. Desperation mingled with terror as she squared off against her fellow captives, each fighting for their survival in a brutal bid for freedom.

A girl, driven by desperation, launched herself at Y/N, knocking her to the ground in a frenzy to claim the weapon. Y/N fought back with primal instinct, striking out with all her might. With a sickening crack, she felt bone give way beneath her elbow as her assailant staggered back, blood pooling from her shattered mouth.

In a frantic struggle for dominance, Y/N wrestled the knife from her opponent's grasp, her hands slick with sweat and blood. But her triumph was short-lived as a formidable adversary, already drenched in crimson, closed in on them.

As the deadly melee raged on in the blood-soaked arena, Y/N found herself caught in a relentless cycle of violence. With each passing moment, her desperation grew, driving her to commit acts she never thought herself capable of.

In the chaotic frenzy, Y/N's survival instincts took over, propelling her to eliminate anyone who stood in her path. She fought with a ferocity born of desperation, her hands slick with blood as she dispatched opponent after opponent.

The screams of the dying and the roar of the crowd merged into a cacophony of horror, drowning out any semblance of humanity within her. With each life she took, a piece of her soul withered away, consumed by the brutality of her actions.

And then, as the last remaining adversary focused on finishing off another opponent, Y/N seized her moment. With a surge of adrenaline, she leaped onto his back, her hands clutching desperately at his throat.

He reacted swiftly, throwing her off with a brutal shove. But Y/N was undeterred. She circled him like a predator, her eyes ablaze with determination.

In a daring move, Y/N managed to get behind him once more, her trembling hands wielding the knife with deadly precision. With a swift motion, she slit his throat, the spray of blood painting the air crimson.

As her opponent fell to the ground, lifeless, the crowd erupted into cheers, their bloodlust sated by the spectacle of death. But for Y/N, there was no victory in this moment, only a profound sense of emptiness.

She collapsed to the bloody ground, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to come to terms with the carnage she had unleashed. The weight of her actions pressed down on her like a crushing weight, threatening to suffocate her with guilt and remorse.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Y/N's heart was heavy with the burden of what she had become. In a world where survival meant sacrificing one's humanity, she had crossed a line from which there was no return. And as she lay amidst the wreckage of her own making, she knew that the true battle for her soul had only just begun.

....

As the arena gates swung open, signaling the end of the brutal spectacle, the girl who had overseen Y/N's descent into savagery approached once more, her expression inscrutable as she fastened the cuffs around Y/N's wrists. Y/N remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground as the girl led her through labyrinthine hallways to a shower room.

"Take off your clothes," the girl commanded, her voice brooking no argument. Y/N hesitated, but the girl's stern gaze left her no choice. She reluctantly complied, stripping off her bloodstained garments with averted eyes.

Under the steaming water, Y/N scrubbed away the remnants of violence, feeling the weight of her actions heavy upon her soul. When she emerged, the girl handed her clean clothing, emblazoned with the Hydra symbol. Y/N accepted them begrudgingly, her resentment simmering beneath the surface.

Cuffed once more, Y/N was led to a surprisingly comfortable room, a stark contrast to the squalor of their previous surroundings. The girl, whose name was still unkown to Y/N , explained that it was her room, and pointed to a corner where a makeshift bed awaited Y/N.

"This is your place," The girl stated matter-of-factly, cuffing Y/N to a nearby pipe. Y/N said nothing, her mind still reeling from the horrors she had witnessed.

A tray of food was placed before her, but Y/N shook her head, unable to muster an appetite. The girl groaned in frustration. "You need to eat. Tomorrow will be hell, and you'll need your strength."

Reluctantly, Y/N began to eat, the taste of each morsel bitter with the knowledge of what awaited her. The girl reclined on her bed, distracting herself with videos on her phone. Y/N couldn't help but study her, noting the sharp angles of her features and the intensity of her gaze.

"Why do you keep staring at me like a sad puppy?" The green eyed girl finally asked, pulling Y/N from her thoughts.

Y/N hesitated, unsure how to articulate the turmoil within her. "I...I don't even know your name," she admitted softly.

With a sigh, she extended her hand. "I'm Lauren," she said simply. Y/N shook it tentatively, feeling an unexpected pang of connection.

With a heavy heart, Y/N poured out her innermost thoughts to Lauren, detailing the trauma of her past and the overwhelming sense of betrayal she felt at Wanda's abandonment. Lauren listened in silence, her expression unreadable.

"She sounds like a bitch," Lauren remarked bluntly, surprising Y/N with her candor. "But you're not alone in this. Hydra may be twisted, but it can offer you things you never had before. A sense of belonging, of power."

Y/N's brow furrowed in confusion. "But how can you accept all this? The killing, the brutality?"

Lauren shrugged, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. "I was born into Hydra. Killing is all I've ever known. But you, you have a choice. You can let it consume you, or you can use it to your advantage."

As the gravity of Lauren's words settled over her, Y/N couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. Perhaps, in this world of chaos and cruelty, there was still a chance for redemption. And as she drifted into an uneasy sleep, she clung to that flicker of hope, determined to forge her own path in this unforgiving world.

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Beyond the Chaos I

TW: Torture, Brainwashing, PTSD, Violence, Abuse, Trauma, PanicAttacks, NonCon, Drugging, SelfDoubt, Loss, Captivity, Manipulation

Y/N Y/L/N never thought her mundane life would intersect with the chaos and danger of superheroes and villains. She was just a 14-year-old girl, navigating the complexities of adolescence with her friends Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, the enigmatic twins with extraordinary abilities. While Wanda and Pietro were gifted with powers beyond comprehension, Y/N was simply ordinary, devoid of any special talents or abilities.

Their lives took an unexpected turn when Ultron, the malevolent artificial intelligence, unleashed chaos upon Sokovia. Y/N found herself caught in the midst of the turmoil, her heart pounding with fear as she witnessed the destruction unfolding around her.

Bullets whizzed through the air, and screams echoed through the streets as Y/N desperately sought refuge. She stumbled upon a car, her hands trembling as she fumbled with the keys in an attempt to start it. With a surge of relief, the engine roared to life, and she quickly jumped into the driver's seat.

But her moment of respite was short-lived. Through the chaos, Y/N spotted Pietro, racing at inhuman speeds to save Clint Barton and a frightened child from a hail of bullets. Without a second thought, Y/N steered the car towards them, her heart hammering in her chest as she braced for impact.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Y/N swerved in front of Clint and the child, shielding them from harm. The screech of tires filled the air as the car skidded to a halt, and Y/N trembled in shock as Pietro yanked open the door, gratitude shining in his eyes.

"Thank you," Pietro breathed, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of destruction surrounding them. Y/N could only nod mutely, her entire body shaking with adrenaline and fear.

With gentle hands, Pietro guided Y/N to what seemed like a safer location, his touch a comforting anchor amidst the chaos. But before he could utter another word, a deafening explosion rent the air, sending shockwaves rippling through the ground.

Darkness descended upon Y/N as consciousness slipped away, leaving her trapped in a void of uncertainty and fear. And as she drifted into unconsciousness, she couldn't help but wonder if her ordinary life would ever be the same again.

...

Wanda's heart pounded in her chest as she frantically sifted through the rubble and debris, her hands trembling with grief and desperation. Tears blurred her vision as she called out for Y/N and Pietro, her voice hoarse with anguish. But despite her frantic efforts, she couldn't find them amidst the chaos and destruction.

"Y/N! Pietro!" Wanda screamed, her cries echoing through the devastation of Sokovia. But her words were swallowed by the deafening silence that followed the battle.

Clint Barton, along with the other Avengers, approached Wanda, their expressions heavy with sorrow and concern. They gently pulled her away from the wreckage, knowing that searching any longer would be futile.

"We have to go, Wanda," Clint said softly, his voice filled with sorrow. "We'll find them. But for now, we need to get you to safety."

Reluctantly, Wanda allowed herself to be ushered onto the Quinjet, her heart heavy with despair as they soared away from the destruction below.

...

Y/N stirred, her head throbbing with pain as she blinked away the haze of unconsciousness. Coughing, she struggled to orient herself, her surroundings obscured by darkness and debris. Panic surged through her as she realized she was trapped beneath a pile of rubble, her legs pinned beneath the weight of twisted metal and concrete.

With gritted teeth, Y/N reached for a nearby metal bar, her hands shaking with effort as she fashioned it into a makeshift lever. With a grunt of exertion, she pushed against the debris, the metal groaning in protest as she slowly lifted it off her legs.

Gasping for breath, Y/N crawled out from the rubble, her body aching with every movement. As she struggled to her feet, she heard a faint groan in the distance, and her heart leaped with hope.

"Hello? Is someone there? Can you hear me?" Y/N called out, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

A familiar voice responded, filled with pain and desperation. "Y/N, please, help me."

Following the sound, Y/N dug through the dirt and debris until she found Pietro, trapped beneath a massive rock. Without hesitation, she searched for a sturdy metal pole, using all her strength to lift the rock just enough for Pietro to free himself.

With a relieved sigh, Pietro emerged from the rubble, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He pulled Y/N into a tight embrace, gratitude shining in his eyes.

"You saved my life," Pietro whispered, his voice filled with awe. "Twice in one day."

Y/N laughed weakly, her own relief palpable. "I'm starting to think I'm better at this stuff than you."

Pietro chuckled, leaning his forehead against hers. "I owe you, Y/N. Thank you."

Together, battered but alive, they faced the aftermath of the battle, grateful for each other's presence amidst the chaos.

As Y/N and Pietro navigated the ruins of Sokovia, their relief at surviving the devastation was short-lived. Men in uniforms bearing the sinister symbol of Hydra emerged from the shadows, their weapons gleaming ominously in the dim light. Pietro instinctively pulled Y/N close, shielding her from the threat as they were surrounded.

Trembling with fear, Y/N clung to Pietro, her heart pounding in her chest as the Hydra agent addressed them. "You two need to come with us," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Join Hydra, and you'll be safe."

Pietro's jaw clenched with defiance. "We're with the Avengers," he declared firmly. "We won't betray them."

The Hydra agent chuckled darkly. "I don't see them here, do you? They left you to die. Even your own sister abandoned you."

Pietro's resolve wavered for a moment, doubt creeping into his mind. "No," he protested weakly. "Wanda wouldn't leave us. It must be a misunderstanding."

The agent sneered. "Oh, really? She couldn't use her powers to find you? Seems like she made her choice."

Pietro struggled to find words, his throat tight with emotion. Y/N shook her head, her voice barely a whisper as she clung to Pietro. "There has to be some misunderstanding, Pietro. Wanda wouldn't just leave us. You know how much she loves us."

Pietro swallowed hard, uncertainty clouding his features. "I don't know, buddy," he admitted, his voice strained with anguish.

Summoning what little courage he had left, Pietro addressed the agent. "Fine, I'll come with you. Just let her go."

The agent nodded, a cruel smirk twisting his lips as he secured power-dampening cuffs around Pietro's wrists. "It's funny that you think you can dictate terms to a Hydra member," he taunted.

Before Y/N could react, a sharp pain pierced her neck, and darkness engulfed her senses.

With a sense of dread, she realized they were being taken captive, their fate now in the hands of Hydra, and she prayed desperately that somehow, somewhere, Wanda would come for them.

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Red Wolf V

Y/N, a fierce underground fighter trapped under Hydra’s control, knows only survival—until Wanda Maximoff’s mission to save her turns into something more. But even after escaping, Hydra won’t let go. As Wanda fights to protect her, Y/N must learn to trust love and reclaim her freedom.

TW: Violence, Torture, Blood, Injury, Trauma, Kidnapping, Abuse, PTSD

Y/N woke up feeling like she had been run over by a truck.

Her entire body ached, and when she tried to move, a sharp, searing pain stole the breath from her lungs. She winced, her one good eye struggling to focus as she scanned the unfamiliar room.

The walls were warm, comforting—not the cold, sterile spaces she was used to. Then her gaze landed on a set of framed pictures.

Wanda. Pietro.

She was in Wanda’s room.

Her fingers trembled as she reached up, feeling the bandages covering her cheek. A sob broke free as the memories crashed down on her. The café. The Hydra agent. The knife.

They had marked her. Branded her like she was still theirs.

The door opened, and Wanda rushed in the moment she saw Y/N was awake. She was by her side in an instant, gently cupping Y/N’s face, her touch so tender it nearly undid her.

"Hey, I'm here," Wanda whispered, her thumb stroking Y/N’s uninjured cheek. "You're okay."

Y/N let out a choked sob, pushing at Wanda’s hand weakly, her entire body protesting the movement. "How can you love me like this?" she gasped, her breath coming in rapid, shallow bursts.

Wanda’s heart clenched. "You're hurting yourself," she soothed, trying to calm her down.

But Y/N couldn’t stop. The panic clawed at her chest, making it impossible to breathe. "They— they did this to me," she sobbed. "I just wanted to surprise you. I can't run from them. They marked me—forever. I look like a monster."

Her words were barely understandable between the ragged breaths she struggled to take.

Wanda's hands found her face again, steadying her. "No," Wanda murmured firmly, leaning down to press a feather-light kiss over the bandages. "You're still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And they can't make you a monster. They haven't done that to you in all these years, and they won’t start now."

Y/N’s chest heaved, and Wanda gently pressed a hand over her ribs. "Please, calm down," she begged. "Your ribs are wrecked, and if you keep moving like this, you'll only make it worse. Let me take care of you."

Y/N sniffled, still trembling but finally nodding.

Wanda kissed her softly, lingering for a moment before whispering against her lips, "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

Y/N reached out with shaky hands, pulling Wanda into a weak embrace.

"I shouldn't have left," Y/N whispered. "It's my faul—"

"Don't," Wanda cut in immediately, pulling back just enough to look into Y/N’s eyes. "Don't you dare blame yourself. You shouldn't have to hide just to be safe. They are the monsters, Y/N. They thrive on pain, but they will pay for what they’ve done."

Y/N swallowed, her gaze searching Wanda’s. There was no pity there. Just love—so much love it nearly overwhelmed her.

"Just get better for me, okay?" Wanda whispered, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N’s damp forehead.

Y/N exhaled shakily, nodding. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe.

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Y/N woke up a couple of days later to the sound of movement in her room.

She blinked groggily, expecting to see Wanda, but instead, Natasha was sitting casually on the chair beside her bed, arms crossed, watching her with an amused expression.

Y/N raised an eyebrow.

Natasha smirked. "I know—not the redhead you were expecting. But this is all you get. Sorry to disappoint."

A chuckle slipped past Y/N’s lips, but it was cut short by a sharp pain in her ribs, making her wince. Natasha’s expression softened slightly.

"Where’s Wanda?" Y/N asked, adjusting herself carefully.

"On a mission," Natasha replied. "Your mom and I are on babysitting duty while she’s gone. She made this, by the way." She lifted a tray of food onto the bedside table.

Y/N nodded. "Is Wanda okay?"

Natasha scoffed. "It’s Wanda. Don’t worry too much about her." Then, before Y/N could press further, she abruptly changed the subject. "Anyways, what do you wanna do?"

Y/N let out a tired laugh. "Well, not much I can do," she said, gesturing vaguely at her bruised and bandaged body.

"Right. Good point," Natasha admitted with a smirk. "We could watch a movie?"

Y/N shrugged. "Okay, you pick."

And so, hours passed. They watched movie after movie, and at some point, exhaustion won out. Y/N drifted off to sleep, her head resting against Natasha’s shoulder.

Later that night, Y/N woke to the sound of a door opening.

Her eyes fluttered open just in time to see Wanda stepping inside.

Blood.

It was splattered across her suit, staining her hands.

Immediately, Y/N pushed herself upright, pain lancing through her ribs as she gasped, "What happened? Are you okay?"

Wanda was at her side in an instant, gently easing her back down against the pillows. "Yes. Not my blood. Calm down."

Natasha stood, stretching. "I’ll leave you two to it," she said before slipping out, leaving them alone.

Y/N exhaled slowly, relief washing over her. Wanda was safe. That was all that mattered.

Still, something felt off. "What was the mission about?" she asked, watching Wanda closely.

Wanda hesitated, rubbing the back of her neck. "Oh, it doesn’t matter. Just… something routine."

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "That doesn’t sound routine."

Wanda sighed, dropping onto the bed beside her. "...Okay. Maybe I went to avenge you."

Y/N blinked. "What?"

"I didn’t know what else to do," Wanda admitted, voice quieter now. "Somebody had to do something. They can’t keep doing that to people."

Y/N stared at her, heart pounding for an entirely different reason now. Wanda had done this—for her.

Without thinking, she lifted a hand, motioning for Wanda to come closer. Wanda obeyed, and Y/N cupped her face before pulling her into a soft, lingering kiss.

"I love you," Y/N whispered against her lips.

Wanda froze for a second. Then, slowly, she melted into the moment. "I love you too," she murmured back, voice filled with quiet certainty.

For the first time in her life, Y/N felt like she finally had someone who would protect her. The red wolf wasn't alone anymore.

The end

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chokememaximoff · 4 months ago

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Red Wolf IV

TW: Violence, Torture, Blood, Injury, Trauma, Kidnapping, Abuse, PTSD

Wanda woke up to the warm, steady weight of Y/N sprawled across her chest. For a moment, she blinked in confusion before noticing the faint red stains on her shirt—remnants of the blood Y/N had carried with her from last night.

Despite the mess, Wanda couldn’t help but smile. In this vulnerable state, the dangerous fighter known as the "Red Wolf" looked so small, so young. Y/N’s usual terrifying presence was stripped away, leaving only a fragile girl who had been forced to grow up far too fast.

The age gap between them wasn’t significant—Wanda was 21, Y/N only 19—but Wanda felt an overwhelming need to protect her. This wasn’t just a mission anymore; this was personal.

Y/N began to stir, her brows furrowing slightly as she woke. Her eyes darted around, momentarily disoriented, before landing on Wanda. The tension in her face melted as she relaxed.

“Good morning,” Wanda said softly.

“Morning,” Y/N mumbled back, her voice groggy.

They stayed there for a little while longer, exchanging soft kisses and holding onto each other like the world outside didn’t exist. But the peace was short-lived. Y/N eventually sat up, stretching with a wince.

Wanda frowned, watching her closely. “Where are you going?”

“Getting ready,” Y/N replied, heading toward the door.

“For what?” Wanda asked, sitting up, her tone edged with suspicion.

Y/N glanced back, her expression unreadable. “For my fight.”

Wanda’s eyes widened in alarm. “What the—no! Look at the state you’re in, Y/N. You can’t fight like this. You’re injured!”

Y/N shrugged, her face hardening into the stoic mask Wanda had come to hate. “He said I have to.”

“No,” Wanda said firmly, standing up. “I’ll talk to him. I’ll—”

“You can’t,” Y/N cut her off, her tone resigned but final. “You don’t understand how this works.”

Before Wanda could say anything else, Y/N slipped out of the room, leaving her standing there, heart pounding with frustration and worry.

Wanda locked the door, grabbed her earpiece from its hidden compartment, and quickly called Natasha.

The line clicked. “Romanoff here.”

“I need to get her out tonight,” Wanda said, her voice urgent.

“We’ve talked,” Natasha replied. “You have our permission. We’ll be at the drop location, close by. Just give the signal.”

Wanda exhaled in relief, her resolve hardening. “I’ll be ready.”

“Be careful, Wanda,” Natasha added. “This isn’t going to be easy.”

Wanda nodded to herself as she ended the call. She had a long day ahead of her, but she was ready. Tonight, she would do whatever it took to get Y/N out of Hydra’s clutches for good.

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The crowd roared in excitement as the fight night reached its peak. Wanda’s eyes were glued to Y/N as she entered the cage. The young woman looked like she was barely holding herself together, her face pale and her movements sluggish despite the mask of confidence she tried to wear. Her usual fierce energy was absent, replaced by visible exhaustion and pain.

Wanda clenched her fists, her heart pounding. She couldn’t stand watching this, but she had no choice—at least not yet.

The first opponent was a woman, and Y/N managed to win the fight, though it was clear she was pushing herself past her limits. Each punch and block seemed to sap her remaining strength.

And then the next opponent walked in.

Wanda froze as the massive man entered the cage. It was him—the same man Y/N had kissed the other night, the one her handler had been furious about. Wanda’s stomach turned. This wasn’t just another fight; this was revenge.

Y/N’s exhaustion was evident as she squared up with him, her eyes trying to focus, her body swaying slightly. The fight began, and though Y/N tried to put up a fight, it was clear she was no match for him in her current state.

The man landed a heavy punch, sending Y/N stumbling back. She looked dazed, barely able to stay upright. Wanda felt her entire body tense as she watched him go in for another strike.

Before she could think, her hands moved on their own.

Using her powers, Wanda froze him mid-swing. The crowd gasped, and even Y/N looked confused as her opponent was held in place. Wanda quickly released him, hoping no one had noticed, but the man shook it off and prepared to strike again.

This time, Wanda didn’t hold back. She used her powers to hurl him against the cage, making him groan in pain. The crowd erupted into chaos as Wanda’s glowing red eyes locked onto Y/N’s bewildered face.

Wanda pointed to the door, shouting, “Run!”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She bolted for the exit, and Wanda followed, using her powers to keep the man pinned down and the crowd distracted.

In the changing room, Y/N was hastily pulling on her clothes, her movements shaky. “What the fuck is going on?” she demanded, her voice trembling with equal parts anger and fear.

“We’re leaving. Now,” Wanda said, her voice firm.

“But—”

“No time to explain. Move!” Wanda snapped, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the exit.

As they stepped out, a group of Hydra agents blocked their path, led by Y/N’s handler. Wanda cursed under her breath, quickly using her powers to throw them aside and create a shield around herself and Y/N.

“Go!” she yelled, but before she could take another step, a bullet tore through her arm. Wanda screamed in pain, her shield faltering momentarily.

Her handler was still chasing them, his gun aimed with deadly precision. Another shot grazed her leg, and Wanda fell to the ground, clutching her wound.

Y/N froze for a second, then something inside her snapped. She turned and ran at her handler with a ferocity Wanda had never seen before. Y/N tackled him to the ground, punching him relentlessly. She disarmed him, throwing his gun aside, and continued to pummel him until he was lifeless beneath her.

Breathing heavily, bloodied and bruised, Y/N stumbled back to Wanda, pulling her to her feet.

“We need to go,” Y/N said hoarsely, supporting Wanda as they ran toward the Quinjet.

As they reached the jet, Y/N stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw Natasha, Tony, and the other Avengers stepping out to greet them.

“You’re an Avenger,” Y/N said, her voice low and accusing. She turned to Wanda, betrayal flashing in her eyes. “You lied to me.”

Wanda’s heart dropped. “I didn’t—well, not completely. Almost everything I told you is true!”

Y/N let out a bitter laugh. “Except the part where you’re a whole fucking Avenger?”

Wanda grabbed her hands, her voice pleading. “I was sent on this mission to save you. I lied about two things—I’m not a Hydra agent, and my brother isn’t one either. Everything else I told you is true. Sokovia, my parents, everything. We joined the Avengers after escaping Hydra. Please, Y/N, believe me.”

Y/N stared at her for a moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she nodded, though her shoulders were still tense.

Wanda pulled her into a tight hug, whispering, “I’m here. You’re safe now.”

As they boarded the jet, Natasha clapped Wanda on the shoulder. “Good job, Maximoff.”

Tony smirked. “Hell of a rescue.”

But Wanda wasn’t thinking about the mission anymore. All she cared about was Y/N, and the fact that, for the first time, she was free.

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The medical team worked tirelessly to tend to Wanda’s and Y/N’s wounds. Wanda sat quietly, her eyes constantly drifting to Y/N, who kept her gaze fixed anywhere but on her. The tension was palpable, and Wanda’s heart ached knowing she was the source of it. She understood why Y/N was upset—she had lied to her. Even if it was for the mission, she hated the wedge it had driven between them.

As Wanda sat there lost in thought, Natasha approached her and tapped her shoulder. “This is exactly why you’re not supposed to do stuff like that on a mission,” she whispered, a hint of disapproval in her tone.

Wanda turned to glare at her. “Not the time, Romanoff.”

Natasha shrugged, mumbling, “Just saying,” before walking off to join Tony.

When they finally landed at the compound, some of the personnel tensed up at the sight of the Hydra uniforms on both women. Natasha handed Wanda a set of fresh clothes, which she accepted gratefully. But Y/N merely walked past, chuckling bitterly under her breath, and headed to a nearby bathroom without a word.

Wanda quickly changed, then stationed herself near the bathroom door, waiting for Y/N. When Y/N emerged, her face and hands were cleaner, though the blood and bruises were still visible. She was still in her Hydra uniform, and Wanda immediately held out the fresh clothes for her.

Y/N scoffed, her voice dripping with bitterness. “What, Maximoff? The Avenger’s too disgusted by a Hydra sign?”

Wanda sighed, lowering the clothes. “Y/N, don’t be like that. Please.”

Y/N opened her mouth to reply, but Tony interrupted them. “Both of you, meeting room. Now.”

As they followed Tony, Wanda reached for Y/N’s hand, desperate for some kind of connection, but Y/N pulled away without even glancing at her. Wanda felt her heart crack a little more but stayed silent.

In the meeting room, Y/N remained standing while everyone else sat. Tony started the debriefing, looking directly at Wanda. “Good job, Agent Maximoff, on the mission.”

Y/N’s face twisted with disbelief as she mumbled under her breath, loud enough only for Wanda to hear, “Was I just a mission to you?”

Wanda’s eyes widened. “Y/N, it’s not like that—”

Tony interrupted before she could finish. “Leave the couple drama for later.” He turned to address the room. “Now, I’m sure some of you are wondering why we went through all this trouble to save one random girl from Hydra.”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, and she crossed her arms, clearly uncomfortable.

“Well,” Tony continued, “we didn’t just save her because she was kidnapped. Y/N isn’t just anyone. She’s the child of one of our own.”

Y/N’s face paled. “What are you talking about?”

Tony gestured toward the door, and an older woman entered the room. She looked like an older version of Y/N, with tears streaming down her face.

“Y/N,” Tony said softly, “this is your mother.”

Y/N froze, her eyes wide and filled with disbelief. For a moment, she didn’t move, as if her brain was trying to catch up with her heart. Then, all at once, she rushed forward, throwing her arms around the woman and holding her tightly, as if afraid she might disappear.

Tears streamed down Wanda’s face as she watched the reunion.

The woman held Y/N’s face in her hands, her own tears flowing freely. “My girl,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You’ve grown so much.”

Y/N sobbed into her mother’s shoulder as the older woman hugged her tightly, murmuring, “You’re safe now. You’re finally safe.”

Wanda wiped her tears away, a bittersweet smile on her face. Whatever pain and confusion Y/N had felt moments ago, it was now replaced with a long-overdue sense of belonging.

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Wanda knocked on Y/N’s door, shifting on her feet anxiously. Since Y/N and her mother were given rooms at the compound—knowing Hydra wouldn’t let them go so easily—she hadn’t had a moment alone with Y/N. She needed to fix this.

The door cracked open, revealing Y/N, her wet hair clinging to her face, and for the first time, she was out of that damned Hydra uniform. A simple black shirt and sweatpants replaced it, making her look… normal. Like she was just any other nineteen-year-old, not a battle-worn fighter.

Y/N hesitated before opening the door wider. Wanda stepped inside, and the door clicked shut behind her.

Y/N didn’t acknowledge her, moving toward the dresser and grabbing a roll of bandages. She struggled to wrap her bruised knuckles, her fingers trembling slightly. Wanda sighed and stood up, gently taking the bandages from her. Y/N didn’t resist, but she also didn’t look at her.

Wanda’s hands moved carefully, wrapping Y/N��s knuckles neatly. When she finished, she cupped Y/N’s face, making her look at her.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Wanda said softly. “I shouldn’t have lied to you. But it was part of the mission. If I had told you, it would have compromised everything.”

Y/N’s lips pressed into a thin line before she finally whispered, “Was I just a part of the mission, too? Everything that happened between us?”

Wanda’s heart clenched. She shook her head quickly. “God, no, Y/N. That wasn’t even supposed to happen. I got scolded for it. But I couldn’t stop myself. I…” She swallowed hard. “I caught feelings. I wanted to make you feel loved, to protect you, to show you that not everything has to be pain.”

A single tear slipped down Y/N’s cheek, and Wanda wiped it away gently.

“I’m here,” Wanda promised. “No one will hurt you now. You’re safe.”

Y/N hesitated, searching Wanda’s eyes for any sign of deception. Finding none, she leaned in and kissed her softly. “Okay,” she murmured. “I believe you.”

Wanda wrapped her arms around Y/N, holding her close. “It’s all over now.”

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One week later..

Y/N left early for a run, enjoying the cool morning air. Afterward, she stopped by a café in town, deciding to pick up coffee for her mom and Wanda. Maybe things were finally starting to feel… normal.

But just as she grabbed the drinks, the door burst open.

Hydra.

The other patrons screamed and ran, but Y/N stood her ground, placing the coffee on the counter and turning to face them. Her hands trembled before she clenched them into fists, forcing herself to steady her breathing.

The first man lunged. She ducked, driving a sharp liver shot into his side. He collapsed to his knees, and she followed up with a brutal punch, knocking him out cold. The rest charged, and she fought through them, dodging and striking with practiced precision. But she was getting tired. She’d taken a few bad hits, her ribs screaming in protest.

Then the last man stepped forward.

Y/N’s stomach twisted. He was massive—the same man she’d been forced to kiss that night, the one her handler had punished her for.

Before she could move, arms wrapped around her from behind, pinning her in place. She thrashed, but the big guy landed a sickening punch to her ribs. She choked on a gasp, her vision flashing white with pain.

Again.

She coughed, blood splattering from her lips as she struggled. Every time she broke free, the man holding her shoved her back, making her an easy target.

Then—crack.

A sharp pain lanced through her side. Her ribs.

Panic surged through her veins, and with a desperate burst of adrenaline, she flipped the man over her shoulder and stomped his face into the tile. The bigger guy lunged, but she spun and drove a punch into his jaw. He stumbled, then snarled and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground.

Her vision blurred. She clawed at his grip, her lungs burning. Behind him, she saw movement—a high-ranking Hydra officer entering the café.

No. Not now. Not when she was free.

The big guy slammed her to the floor, and her body screamed in agony. As he loomed over her, she spotted a jagged piece of glass.

With the last of her strength, she grabbed it, slicing her palm in the process. When he picked her up again, she drove the glass straight into his throat. Blood sprayed as he collapsed on top of her.

Before she could push him off, the Hydra officer yanked him away and straddled her. She tried to fight, but a cold metal barrel pressed against her forehead.

“Are you gonna behave?” he sneered.

She froze, her chest rising and falling rapidly. After a moment, she mumbled, “Yes, sir.”

He smirked and holstered the gun. “So, you decided to go rogue with the Avengers of all people.” His fist cracked against her face, snapping her head to the side. Blood dribbled from her mouth.

Then he pulled out a knife.

“We’ll leave a little mark,” he murmured, tilting her face. “Just so you remember who you belong to.”

Pain exploded across her cheek as he dragged the blade from her ear to her jaw. She screamed, body convulsing. The pain was unbearable, blinding.

But she wouldn’t die here.

With the last of her strength, she twisted and kicked him off, sending him sprawling. The knife flew from his grasp. They both dove for it—

Y/N got there first.

Without hesitation, she slashed his throat. He gurgled, eyes wide with shock, before collapsing.

She staggered to her feet, blood dripping from her face, her hands, her side. But she grabbed the coffee from the counter and limped out of the café.

She ran.

The compound came into view, and relief flooded her chest. Wanda was outside, talking to Natasha, when she spotted Y/N. Her face fell, eyes wide in horror.

Y/N stumbled toward her, shoving the coffee into her hands with a weak smile. “I just… I just wanted to get you guys coffee…”

Then her vision blurred, her knees buckled, and she collapsed.

Wanda screamed. “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!”

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chokememaximoff · 4 months ago

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Red Wolf III

TW: Violence, Torture, Blood, Injury, Trauma, Kidnapping, Abuse, PTSD

The walk to the bar was tense, at least for Wanda. Her mind spun with worry about the man she had seen with Y/N—the so-called "boyfriend." If he found out Y/N had slipped out, let alone brought someone along, what would he do to her? The thought made Wanda’s stomach churn.

She decided to prod, her tone casual. “Why don’t you invite that guy with us?”

Y/N stiffened immediately, her posture rigid. She glanced at Wanda before looking away, her voice tight as she replied, “He left for a mission. We just said goodbye to each other. He’ll be back tomorrow night.”

Wanda thought bitterly, What a nice goodbye you had, but kept her face neutral. She didn’t press further, knowing she couldn’t blow her cover now.

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The bar was dimly lit and lively, the music thrumming softly in the background. Y/N wasted no time ordering a round of shots for the two of them. Wanda hesitated, eyeing the amber liquid. She didn’t know how well she could maintain her cover if she was drunk, but refusing would definitely raise suspicion.

With a silent prayer, she took the shot, feeling the burn slide down her throat. At least she had left her earpiece safely hidden back in her room—no risk of Tony or Natasha hearing something incriminating if she slipped up.

As more drinks flowed, Y/N began to loosen up. She leaned back against the bar, her eyes scanning Wanda with curious interest. “So, tell me something about your life, Sokovia.”

Wanda mirrored her posture, leaning on the counter with a shrug. “There’s not much to tell. I’m from Sokovia. Hydra recruited me after Tony Stark bombed my house, killing my family. Only my twin brother and I survived, but he’s still back at the Sokovia base. I got transferred here recently.”

It was a half-truth, enough to sound convincing without giving away too much.

Y/N nodded slowly. “So that’s how they got you.”

“They didn’t get me,” Wanda corrected, her tone measured. “We went to them. We felt like it was the only option.”

Y/N hummed thoughtfully, her expression hard to read. After a pause, Wanda turned the question back on her. “What about you?”

Y/N opened her mouth as if to answer, but something shifted in her expression. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she finally said, “I was born into Hydra.”

Wanda hummed, feigning nonchalance. “Well, that’s one way to start life.”

Y/N chuckled dryly. “You don’t even know.”

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As the night wore on and the alcohol kept coming, Wanda found herself feeling tipsy, her inhibitions lowering with each shot. When Y/N stood and pulled her onto the dance floor, she followed without hesitation.

They danced together at first in a friendly way, laughing and swaying to the beat. But as more drinks were poured and the music grew louder, Y/N’s hands began to wander. They brushed against Wanda’s hips, her waist, her back. And Wanda—too tipsy to think clearly—leaned into the touch, enjoying the warmth and closeness.

It wasn’t until Y/N’s hands rested on her lower back, pulling her closer, that Wanda’s foggy mind snapped into focus. She stepped back, mumbling an excuse about needing the restroom, and hurried away.

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In the restroom, Wanda splashed cold water on her face, staring at her reflection. What was she doing? Getting close to Y/N was part of the mission, but this? This wasn’t just close. This was something else entirely, and it terrified her.

The door creaked open, and Wanda turned to see Y/N step inside, her expression unreadable.

Before Wanda could say anything, Y/N closed the distance between them. Her hands cupped Wanda’s face, and then she kissed her.

It wasn’t sloppy or rushed like the kiss Wanda had seen with the man from before. It was passionate, deliberate, and for a moment, Wanda found herself leaning into it. But as Y/N’s hands slid lower, gripping her ass, Wanda pulled away, her breath ragged.

“We can’t do this here,” Wanda said, her voice shaky.

Y/N nodded, understanding flashing in her eyes. She grabbed Wanda’s hand, paid the tab quickly, and practically dragged her out of the bar.

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Back at the base, in Wanda’s room, the atmosphere shifted. Y/N tried to take the lead again, but Wanda gently pushed her down onto the bed, climbing over her and kissing her with an aching softness.

For the first time, Wanda noticed the scars littering Y/N’s body—the bruises, the faint lines of old wounds. Her heart clenched painfully. She kissed each mark gently, her touch careful and kind, as if to tell Y/N she didn’t have to be rough, she didn’t have to be hard. Someone could be gentle with her.

Y/N seemed hesitant at first, but eventually, she melted into Wanda’s embrace.

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When morning came, Wanda awoke alone.

She sat up quickly, her heart sinking as she looked around. The bed beside her was empty, the sheets cold. There was no sign of Y/N.

Wanda sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. For a fleeting moment, she had hoped she’d reached her—shown her something different. But the emptiness beside her told her it wasn’t enough.

Pulling herself together, Wanda got up and began preparing for the day. She couldn’t afford to let her feelings get in the way—not when there was so much at stake.

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The day passed in a haze of frustration and worry for Wanda. She had spent every free moment looking for Y/N, scouring the base for any sign of her. Each empty hallway, every dismissive shrug from other recruits, only fueled her anxiety.

By evening, Wanda’s hope had begun to wane. Then, she overheard a snippet of conversation between two Hydra agents in the mess hall.

“There’s a fight scheduled for tonight,” one of them said with a smirk.

Wanda froze. A fight?

“It was just a few days ago,” she muttered to herself, rubbing her temples. How can they make her fight so often?

The arena buzzed with noise by the time Wanda arrived, the crowd already thick with anticipation. She pushed her way through, her eyes scanning the cage anxiously. Sure enough, Y/N appeared, stepping into the ring with an air of confidence that sent the audience into a frenzy.

As she entered, Y/N knelt, pressing her lips to the bloodstained floor before straightening and striking her Hydra tattoo with full force. The crowd roared in response, their chants deafening.

Wanda's stomach churned.

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The first opponent entered the cage—a girl close to Y/N’s size, though noticeably more timid. But as soon as the fight began, Y/N transformed. Her eyes darkened, her expression shifting into something predatory, terrifying. She moved with precision, tearing through the girl as if she were nothing more than an obstacle.

Each strike was calculated, each movement deadly. The girl barely stood a chance.

When it was over, Y/N didn’t even pause to bask in her victory. Another opponent entered immediately—a man twice her size. Wanda’s eyes widened in horror.

“This is insane,” she muttered, breaking through the crowd to get closer.

The sound of punches echoed through the air, each blow more sickening than the last. Wanda flinched as she saw Y/N take a brutal hit, her head snapping to the side. A bruise already bloomed under her eye, and her lip was split, blood trailing down her chin. But even so, Y/N roared in victory, her fists raised as the man crumpled to the floor.

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One by one, opponents entered the cage. One by one, Y/N tore them apart.

By the fifth fight, Wanda was at the front of the crowd, her nails digging into her palms as she watched in a mixture of awe and horror. Y/N emerged victorious each time, her body battered and bruised but her spirit unbroken.

When the final fight ended, Y/N climbed the cage, bloodied and triumphant. She raised her arms, basking in the chants of the crowd.

“Red Wolf! Red Wolf! Red Wolf!”

Her smirk was feral, her eyes wild. She owned the moment, the crowd, the night.

But as she climbed down, the atmosphere shifted. A man entered the ring—him.

Wanda watched Y/N’s entire demeanor change in an instant. Her victorious energy vanished, replaced by something smaller, almost meek. She was next to him in seconds, her head lowered, her shoulders hunched.

Wanda’s heart sank. What is going on here, Y/N?

Their eyes met briefly, but Y/N looked away just as quickly. The man placed a hand on her shoulder, steering her out of the cage. Wanda’s confusion deepened as she watched the two disappear into the crowd, Y/N following without protest, her head down.

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Wanda tried to follow, shoving through the throng of people, but it was impossible. The crowd surged around her, blocking her path at every turn.

By the time she reached the exit, Y/N and the man were gone.

Wanda stood there, her chest heaving with frustration and helplessness. Something was deeply wrong, and she was no closer to figuring it out.

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The after-party was in full swing, loud music and laughter filling the air as Hydra agents celebrated. Wanda blended in, her stolen Hydra uniform and false tattoo doing their job. She scanned the room for Y/N, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

But as the hours passed, there was still no sign of her.

Y/N’s handler—the man—arrived at some point, but Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Wanda’s unease grew with each passing moment. When another hour passed with no sign of her, she couldn’t wait any longer.

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The hallway was quiet as Wanda approached Y/N’s room. Their rooms were next to each other, making it easy for her to knock softly on the door. To her surprise, it swung open slightly, revealing Y/N inside.

Her left eyebrow was split open, blood dripping down her face, and she wore a large hoodie that concealed most of her body. Wanda froze for a moment, her mouth opening to say something, but the words didn’t come.

Y/N’s gaze flickered to her briefly before she moved to close the door.

“Wait,” Wanda said quickly, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside.

Y/N frowned. “What do you want, Sokovia?”

“I wanted to check if you were okay,” Wanda replied softly.

Y/N nodded half-heartedly, though the truth was plain on her face. Wanda shook her head.

“Let me help you,” she said, her voice steady but firm.

Y/N hesitated, already beginning to refuse, but as more blood dripped down her face, she finally relented, her exhaustion winning out.

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Wanda fetched the first aid kit from her own room and returned. She gestured for Y/N to sit, but the girl remained standing until Wanda gently tugged her onto her lap. Y/N stiffened at first, reluctant and guarded, but gradually relaxed as Wanda’s calm presence began to soothe her.

Carefully, Wanda cleaned the wound on Y/N’s eyebrow, her hands steady as she prepared to stitch it up.

“This might sting,” she warned.

Y/N nodded silently, her gaze fixed on Wanda. She barely flinched as the needle pierced her skin, Wanda’s hands working delicately to avoid causing unnecessary pain.

When Wanda moved to stitch Y/N’s split lip, her movements were even gentler. Y/N remained quiet, watching Wanda through her unbruised eye. There was something in her gaze—a mix of curiosity, vulnerability, and exhaustion.

Once the stitching was done, Wanda leaned back slightly. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Y/N hesitated, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie. Before she could answer, Wanda began to lift the hoodie, but she stopped abruptly when she felt something wet hit her hand.

Looking up, Wanda realized Y/N was crying. Silent tears streaked down her cheeks, her lips trembling as she tried to hold it in.

“Hey,” Wanda whispered, setting the first aid kit aside. She pulled Y/N close, wrapping her arms around the girl as her body shook with sobs. “It’s okay. Go ahead and cry. Let it out.”

Y/N broke down completely, her sobs filling the room. Wanda rocked her gently, her hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.

When Y/N’s sobs subsided slightly, Wanda spoke softly. “What’s wrong?”

Y/N hesitated, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. Wanda sighed, her voice gentle but insistent.

“Please,” she said. “Tell me. Who is that man? What’s going on, Y/N?”

Y/N drew in a shaky breath, wiping at her face before finally speaking.

“When I was ten,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “I was kidnapped and brought here. There were a hundred of us—kids. They made us fight. Every day, five of us died in the ring until there was only one left.” She paused, her voice breaking. “That one was me.”

Wanda’s chest tightened, but she stayed silent, letting Y/N continue.

“They put me through... things. Training, abuse, whatever they wanted. I was their project, their little experiment.” Her voice faltered. “When I turned eighteen, they decided I needed another use besides fighting. So, they gave me to him. He’s twenty-eight.”

Wanda’s heart shattered at the raw pain in Y/N’s voice.

“They told him to do whatever he wanted—to entertain himself, to keep me in control. He... he does things I don’t want.” Her voice cracked, tears streaming down her face again. “He takes out his anger on me. He controls everything about me. Every part of me belongs to him and Hydra. I’m nothing to them.”

Wanda clenched her fists, rage bubbling beneath her calm exterior. She pulled Y/N closer as the girl sobbed harder.

“And then I met you,” Y/N said between sobs. “You... you cared. You weren’t scared of me. And after that night, I left not because I wanted to, but because I didn’t want to bring you pain. I hurt everyone around me, Wanda. I don’t want him—or anyone—to hurt you too. You don’t deserve this.”

She gestured to herself, her voice filled with self-loathing.

Wanda’s voice was firm but gentle as she cupped Y/N’s face. “Listen to me. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out. I promise.”

Y/N collapsed into Wanda’s embrace again, her body shaking as Wanda held her tightly, vowing silently to protect her at all costs.

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Wanda sat on her bed, her earpiece buzzing faintly as Natasha’s voice came through.

“You were right, Wanda. I heard everything,” Natasha said, her tone cautious. “But... what was she talking about, that night?”

Wanda felt her cheeks flush with heat. “It doesn’t matter,” she replied hastily. “What matters is getting her out of here. Can we do that?”

There was a pause on the other end. “Wanda... did something happen between you two?”

Wanda sighed, pressing a hand to her temple. “Does it matter, Natasha? Yes, something happened, okay? But that’s not important right now. Please, just tell me—can I get her out of here?”

Natasha’s tone was sharper now, though still calm. “We’ll have a meeting tomorrow. I’ll let you know what the plan is. But, Wanda, this isn’t exactly professional, hooking up with her in the middle of a mission.”

Wanda groaned, ending the call before Natasha could say more. She tossed the earpiece onto her nightstand and buried her face in her hands, frustration bubbling in her chest.

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Not long after, muffled yelling pierced through the wall from Y/N’s room. Wanda froze, her heart sinking.

She clenched her fists, torn between her instinct to storm in and her knowledge that doing so would compromise everything. She forced herself to stay put, biting her lip so hard it nearly bled.

Eventually, the yelling stopped, and silence filled the space again. Wanda sighed, trying to push the images out of her mind as she climbed into bed.

In the dead of night, a soft knock startled her awake. Wanda sat up quickly, her senses on high alert. She reached for her weapon but paused when she heard a familiar voice.

“Wanda?”

She hurried to the door and opened it to find Y/N standing there, her hoodie pulled tightly around her. Her face was tear-streaked, her eyes red and puffy.

Without a word, Y/N stepped inside, brushing past Wanda and heading straight for the bed. Wanda closed the door behind her, locking it securely.

Y/N slid under the sheets, curling up as if trying to make herself invisible. Wanda hesitated for a moment before joining her, laying beside her carefully.

As soon as she did, Y/N cuddled up to her, burying her face against Wanda’s chest. Wanda felt the dampness of tears on her skin, and her heart ached.

She wrapped her arms around Y/N, holding her close. She kissed her forehead gently and began to stroke her hair, her mind racing.

She’s just a kid, Wanda thought, guilt and anger mixing in her chest. She’s been fighting her whole life.

Y/N’s breathing slowed as she drifted into an uneasy sleep, her body relaxing slightly in Wanda’s arms. Wanda continued to play with her hair, her resolve hardening with each passing moment.

“I’ll get you out of this,” she whispered softly, her voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. “I promise.”

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