Summary: You get overstimulated at the Dr. Strange Multiverse of Madness premier and signal Lizzie that you have to go home. After the premier Lizzie comes home to bring you comfort. (request by @xxxtwilightaxelxxx)
Warnings: overstimulation by social situation, reader is introverted. Mostly comfort tho :)
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Today was the big premier of Dr. Strange Multiverse of Madness, Lizzie had asked you to be her date to it and of course you would be your girlfriends date to her newest movie. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her black suit, and you were so proud of her.
This wasn’t the first premier you went to with her, but it was by far the biggest one you’ve ever experienced. When Elizabeth had told you this event would be bigger, you hadn’t expected it to be quite this big. As you stepped out of the car onto the property, there were screaming fans everywhere greeting the celebrities joining the premier. You already start feeling the overstimulation by the noises around you creep in. You don’t mention anything to Lizzie, wanting her to focus on this day and be able to enjoy it to the fullest.
When it’s time for you and Lizzie to walk the red carpet she reaches for your hand and leads you to the right places to stand. Posing together for hundreds of cameras. People yelling from all sides to look a certain way. The loud voices mixing together in one big blur of sound. You squeeze Lizzie’s hand three times, a sign it was getting too much for you.
Elizabeth turns and moves in front of you, making it seem like she’s fixing your clothing, so you have the space breathe. She leans forward to talk in your ear, “Do you want to just leave the red carpet, or would you like to go home?” You look her in the eyes, “Home, please.” Is all you get out. She nods and turns around again, taking hold of your hands once more.
Lizzie waves to the photographers as the guides you off the red carpet, she finds a slightly quieter corner and moves her free hand to hold your cheek. “I’m sorry, my love, I didn’t know it was going to be this crowded.” She pulls you in for a tight and comforting hug. “I can’t leave the premier yet, but I can ask the driver to bring you back home. Is that okay?” You nod and she places a soft kiss to your forehead. “Alright, I’ll call him right away.”
When she got off the phone she said there was a way backstage so you wouldn’t have to go through all the people again. She walked you all the way back to the car and hugged you goodbye. You got in the car and right away the lack of sound soothed you.
At home you change into some sweats and a hoodie from Elizabeth and lay in bed cuddled up in a big blanket. You must have fallen asleep because you wake at the sounds of the bedroom opening. Lizzie walks in still in full premier outfit, she sits down on the bed next to you when she sees your eyes opening. She gently brushes the hair that has fallen over your face to the side and leans in to kiss your lips. “I’m sorry.” You say with a worried look on your face. “I feel so bad for leaving.”
Lizzie kicks her shoes off and moves closer to you on the bed. “Oh baby, it’s okay I promise. I know how some situations can be too much and I am very proud of you that you told me in the moment, so we could get you away from it.” She tells you while she lays down with you to hold you in her arms. She plays with your hair while telling you about her way of getting away from overwhelming situations. “Remember how I sometimes go into the garden?”
She continues when you nod. “That’s where I like to go when the world gets too much sometimes. It’s totally healthy to step away from a situation that isn’t making you feel comfortable or making you feel overstimulated. It already means so much to me that you wanted to come with me in the first place.”
Once she has convinced you that going home way okay, you move out of her grip slightly so you can face her. “As amazing you look in that suit, I think you should change into something comfier and come cuddle me.” You say with a cheeky smile on your face.
Word Count - 1,162 (not as long as I wanted my apologies)
Part Summary - After being brought back to the compound, Wanda waits for you to wake up.
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A/N - This part is long overdue, but I may be coming back to finish the series soon :)
Part 5
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It’s been 2 weeks since the team found you in Romania and since that day you’ve been stuck in the hospital ward Stark built a few years prior. The doctors decided to put you into a medically induced coma in order to heal after the trauma and all of the surgeries you underwent. Through it all, Wanda never once left your bedside and had set up a place to sleep at night so that she could be there when you eventually woke up. There had been a few close calls over the last few weeks, but each time you managed to pull through.
“They should wake within the next couple of minutes,” Tony states. He sits on the makeshift bed and waits patiently for any signs of movement from either you or your “guard dog” as Natasha so kindly named her.
Your eyes begin to open and you wince as the light hits you. “Y/N you’re awake!”
Wanda struggles to contain her excitement as she grabs onto your arm as gently as she can in case it hurts. The look in her eyes screams relief as she begins to ramble about how much she missed you and how she’ll never forgive herself for your kidnapping. She doesn’t seem to notice your eyes darting across the room, trying to locate where her voice is coming from. You know in your heart that your best friend is the one speaking, but where is she and why can’t you see her?
“We almost lost you a few times but I knew you’d pull through. You’re the toughest person I know!” Her smile begins to falter as she finally looks into your eyes and realizes that you’re staring at the ceiling. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”
Wanda begins frantically calling for anyone to help, worried about the unkown and terrified that she’s going to lose you.
Your gaze never moves from it’s place and you can’t understand why you are struggling to speak. It’s so frustrating. Why will the words not come out? You can’t remember what happened but you're sure they left your vocal cords alone as they don't feel different. There is rushing around the room but you can’t force yourself to move. Nothing hurts anymore but the thought of moving terrifies you. You can hear voices calling out to you, all worried, all afraid, but you can’t bring yourself to tell them that you're alright. Maybe some more sleep will help. Maybe you just woke up too early.
Peace begins to wash over you as you begin to drift into unconsciousness, letting sleep take over your body, you close your eyes and take a breath.
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*Wanda’s POV*
“What’s going on?! Why are they not speaking?!”
I can’t breathe. They were awake, I saw their eyes. What happened? Did I do something?
My throat begins to close as I continue to scream at the doctors, begging them to help my dear friend. I can’t lose them like I’ve lost so many others. I will not lose them. Everyone turns their attention to me as fear flashes in the eyes of the doctors. What are they looking at?
“Wanda, maybe you should get some air and let the doctors help Y/N.”
My eyes snap towards Steve and I notice his hand is outstretched towards me as if he wants me to take it. I begin to understand the fear as I look down at my own hands and see the glowing red smoke bleeding through my fingers.
I take a deep breath and calmly walk out of the room, turning around for a brief moment to see the doctors swarm around you.
Trying to distract my mind I ended up in the training room, throwing magic everywhere as I destroy the targets one by one. It makes it easier to hit something when you think of it as someone you’d like to kill. I would kill Strucker in every universe if it meant you would wake up again. Another target morphs behind me and I hit it with enough force to take the head clean off, smiling at my work. Something about destroying things makes my brain feel better, almost helps me to forget why I am upset or hurt in the first place.
I remember the first time we trained together. I did most of the work, but your company was needed and the patience shown towards my fury made it hard to not feel safe around you.
Someone came into the room around 10 minutes ago but I haven’t cared enough to acknowledge them. I can feel them watching me as I take my anger out on the entire room but I do not care. It’s only when their hand grabs onto my shoulder that I finally look to see Steve.
Rogers has always been someone I can trust, even in my darkest moment he has fought for me and cared for me. “Sorry about the targets, do you think Tony will be mad?” Stark can afford new tech and more training targets but I still feel a little bad that I ruined over half of the room. His eyes light up as he lets out a short laugh, “I think he’ll be more worried about never making you mad.” The thought of Stark being scared of me hurts a little but I know Steve didn’t mean it in a bad way so I laugh a little at his “joke”. A sigh escapes me as I rest my head in my hands.
“I don’t know what to do Steve,” my eyes begin to burn as I feel them swell with tears. So many toughts race through my mind as I replay the moments between your eyes opening and closing again. I can’t figure out what went wrong.
Steve puts his arms around me as he hugs my shaking body to his. Moments like this remind me of why I fight so hard to do the right thing and yet, I can still feel the rage boiling in my stomach. “The doctors said that their vision must’ve been blurry when they woke up because of how long they were out,” Steven rubs my back as he talks, “you did nothing wrong Wanda. They were probably not ready yet and that's why they closed their eyes again.” My heart feels like someone ripped it out and burned it at the thought of you being overwhelmed by waking up and the rambling I chose to do most likely did not help. I know you’ll wake again, soon I hope, but I worry about your recovery. If the doctors were right and your eyes just couldn't adjust to reality and not your comatose state, will it be permanent? I can’t bare the thought of you going through that.
“C’mon,” Rogers offers me his hand again, “they’re awake and asking for you.”
I can feel my heart begin to race as I rush to the room.
