The Party Incident.
WandaNat x GN!Reader
TW: Descriptions of death, murder, talks about gore, weapons and the disposing of crime scenes.
a/n: Hey, sorry for the long awaited sequel! It might not be as good as the first part, that's my bad. I've been on and off this for a while but I hope you all enjoy!
7:23 AM, Monday.
It was officially a week since you’ve been accepted as the mafia’s main cleaner. You’ve been trying to get by with that information with how you could. Picking up random jobs around town to get a little extra cash for rent and food, of course. Yet, here you are lying on your bed staring up at the ceiling for some reason, your thoughts racing backpedaling at the information of joining the mafia. There was no real reason why you did it except survival and the fact you needed the money.
Money, they promised good money. You hoped they would pull through yet you hadn’t gotten a call from them, so no call equals no money flowing. Great, just great.
Pulling yourself out of bed and into some clothes, it was a mundane yet natural act. Your brain was on autopilot going through the daily motions of brushing your teeth, doing anything else you needed to do in the bathroom before stumbling into the kitchen to make coffee, but there was no coffee. You forgot to stock up on your latest grocery run and now you were dealing with the consequences of your stupid actions. You got food and other things but not the fucking coffee. God job, asshat.
The sigh you let out couldn’t be louder. Guess it’s time to go stop by that coffee shop down the road.
7:57 AM
The bell over the coffee shop rang softly as you slipped inside the store, the morning rush was just starting so thankfully it gave you time to browse a bit. Your eyes scanned over the menu board, you wanted something strong but god there were so many options. Pumpkin Spice already? Christ alive.
After placing your order and adding two extra espresso shots, you find yourself a booth in the back scrolling through your phone occasionally dropping it to peoplewatch or eavesdrop on a very loud conversation across the room. But your mind drifted back to the main topic that flitted through your mind all day; Money. You needed money and badly, you only had a few hundred bucks left in your savings and that will go quick in this fucking city, no matter how much you cut back.
Yet, like an answer to your prayer your phone lit up and buzzed against the coffee table. The random number made your heart race but you answered the call, putting the phone to your ear. “..Hello?” You answered softly, trying not to draw attention to yourself in the coffee shop. Granted you don’t think anyone would listen in at eight in the morning, yet you never knew. New York attracted the crazy in people.
Wanda’s soft voice answered you; Sokovian accent on full display, “Good morning, sorry to call you so..early. We have a minor problem. One of our associates had a party last night and well..you’ll see for yourself.” The cheery and motherly attitude set you off at first, how could she be so happy telling you these things? “We’ll text you the coordinates to the place, try not to be so conspicuous.” She continued before giving you the time for any questions but you couldn’t think of any at that moment, your brain had decided to only reply with, “Of course, ma’am.”
You could practically hear her smile, “Good, if you have any questions do not hesitate to call us, dear. Oh and don’t disappoint us.” She purred into the line before hanging up. She didn’t need to threaten you as the warning was clear as day. You mess up, your head will have a bullet in it. As you pulled the phone from your ear, it buzzed once more. This time with a text message of the coordinates and a code. Guess that means it’s time to leave your silent sanctuary, the coffee tasted bitter now. No longer that sweet release that granted you some respite from the day to day hell.
Time to work.
9:24 AM
You slowly pulled down the private road, the gates surrounding the estate caught your eye but you put the code into the keypad. The gates slowly opened with a loud buzz echoing into the morning air, you drove past the gate before speeding up a bit as the estate came into clear view.
It was a nice house, it sucks that it probably cost more than you could afford in three family generations. You parked somewhere less conspicuous, somewhere so no one could see your car. Not like anyone was around, but you didn’t want to take the risk. You couldn’t take the risk.
Walking through the backyard, you were greeted with a full on horror scene. The once large and almost magnificent pool was now filled with dark red water, a few bodies bobbing in the water. Holy shit. Do not throw up, that will be more mess you will have to clean up. Your eyes glanced around taking in the scenery; the very bloody murder scene that you would think would only appear in horror movies.
Backtracking to your vehicle, you had to take a few deep breaths as you got your supplies. The coffee you drank only an hour ago was threatening to make its way back up your throat as you put on disposable gloves.
Breathe in…breathe out…repeat.
The thought of just leaving crossed your mind but then you remembered what was on the line. Not only the money but your life. You couldn’t escape if you wanted to do so. Each step dragging until you got back to the scene of a very brutal crime, your eyes looking around for something that could hopefully drain the pool. You didn’t know one thing about pools or pool chemicals, how hard could it be?
Hard. It was very hard.
It took you minutes to even find the shed, truthfully, it wasn’t that hard to find as it was sitting near the back of the estate, yet even then the shed door was locked and you had to practically break that lock to get into it.
As you stumbled into the shed, you had to stop and let your eyes adjust to the dark shed. Once your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, you found the main drain and turned it to the side, a soft click sounding before stepping back towards the pool, the water draining slowly made the bodies bob even more.
Great. There goes breakfast.
9:54 AM
Despite the pool being as large as it was, it drained as fast it could and that took around thirty minutes. Giving you enough time to clean up broken furniture, bullet shells and getting rid of any other evidence you could find. A black industrial garbage bag in your hand, the bodies still remained lifeless. Bullet holes lining their corpses. This wasn’t a sign of a professional kill, this was anger perhaps drunken or drug induced anger. You couldn’t or didn’t want to know.
You went with the latter.
The pool lining was still shining with the wetness of blood and water, making your boots squeak softly as you continued to pick up bullet shell casing as the sun beat down on your back.
This would be a long day.
4:57 PM
As the sun made its way behind the trees and buildings in the city, you had finished packing the back of your truck with bags upon bags of trash and evidence, alongside bodies inside bags. The old truck creaked with the weight but held as you slowly covered it.
The cleaning had finished, now it was time to wipe any security feeds and make this place look presentable. Which was easier said than done. It took you a few moments to even find the home office even if you passed it like twenty times during the seven hours you’ve been here. The next thing was to long onto the computer itself and clear everything that had any trace with what happened. That took about an hour to do.
Then came wiping down everything that you touched to moving the overthrown furniture back into its place. Chairs at the tables, picture frames corrected, double checking everything with a black light to make sure there was no evidence left behind and if there was to clean it.
Almost complete.
6:35 PM
The phone in your hand shook, as you typed out the simple message to the same number that had called you at the coffee shop.
6:36 pm: ‘It’s done.’
You didn’t get a reply, of course you didn’t. You wouldn’t expect them to reply to someone like you. You were still on rocky terms with Natasha and Wanda? Well she was nice, motherly, at times but you could feel the wariness in her words. She didn’t trust you yet. But hopefully this showed you did your job and you did it well.
Or you hoped.
8:47 am, Tuesday.
You awoke with a jolt as your phone buzzed three times consecutively. You blinked the sleep from your eyes, hands throwing the duvet off of your legs as you blindly reached for your phone.
8:45 am, Unknown Number: ‘Good work. Your pay has been sent to your account. We will contact you soon.’
You read the words over and over again before checking your bank account. Cursing as the app took a few seconds to load properly, hands shaking in fear or maybe anticipation. You couldn’t tell anymore. Fingers moving to check your savings account.
Your eyes widened, jaw going slack as you nearly dropped your phone.
Two thousand dollars.
They just dropped two thousand dollars in your account for simply cleaning up a crime scene. You could pay rent for three months and have enough to get actual food instead of that microwavable ramen.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad working for two crimelords.
