you amaze me every time you write!! seriously i'm in awe of your skill. take your time writing, btw! you don't owe anyone your time and you should take care of yourself first, so don't apologize for 'being slow' with requests. -rust anon
ok you said your requests were open, so can you do a bit of post-mission hurt/comfort with wanda? maybe r accidentally got hurt bc of a bad call on wanda's part, so there's a bit of guilt-fueled angst too?? bc i've had this idea for ages and i trust you with it bc i have zero writing skills. i might also blow up ur inbox, so sorry in advance - rust anon
Bad Call
Wanda Maximoff x gn!reader
Anon, please do not in any way shape or form feel bad for blowing up my inbox. I love getting requests! You didn’t specify pronouns so I went with gender neutral ones just to be safe! Thank you for your request Angel, I hope you enjoy ☺️
“This is not what I expected when you said you wanted to spice up date night!” You yelled, kicking through another door as Wanda took care of the herd of shooters behind you.
“It’s not exactly what I had in mind either!” Wanda replied, her hands moving quickly to incapacitate the shooters while you searched for a way out and your two missing colleagues.
“If this is your way of breaking up with me then message received, loud and clear!” You called over your shoulder. Wanda only laughed, continuing to work through your assailants.
It was only early days between you both, probably too early to joke about breaking up but you and Wanda weren’t entirely conventional.
The lack of noise over the com unit was making you worried and you kicked through another door particularly roughly.
This was supposed to be a quick mission. Getting in and getting out of the compound in no time which wasn’t working out.
Your partner Hayley and Clint had gone dark almost thirty minutes ago. It worried both you and Wanda because according to all intel you had received, you’d both taken the corridor that was suppose to prove difficult.
You and Hayley had been partners almost six years and never took a mission without the other if it could be helped.
The only time it had happened was when you’d broken your wrist several months ago and she’s gotten roped into working with Clint. He now insisted on working with Hayley whenever the Avengers and Shield Agents came together.
You came hand in hand with Hayley which had eventually led to you meeting Wanda. It was the best thing that had ever happened to you and you’d bought Hayley three bottles of her favorite Irish whiskey to make up for it.
Another set of doors and Wanda brought the ceiling down in a controlled way, blocking off the agents the other side of the door. It gave you a minute to reload and catch your breath.
“I don’t want to break up with you. I do want to reschedule our date tonight though. I don’t think I’m going to make it.” She told you earnestly and you laughed.
“Tomorrow night, eight?” You asked, loading your gun and raising your eyebrows.
“Eight.” She agreed and you both were off, sprinting down the corridor that should lead you to where Clint and Hayley had disappeared from.
Atleast, one of the dividing corridors would do that.
You shared a look with Wanda and she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply as she attempted to listen out for either Clint or Hayley. She opened her eyes on the exhale, shaking her head.
“We should split up.” She told you and you winced before nodding. It was the only way to go about things.
“If you can’t hear them then they’re too far away. By the time we both get down a corridor and figure out it’s the wrong one we might be too late.” You agreed.
“I’ll call Steve, he isn’t more than twenty minutes out.” She told you and you nodded, holding your hand out, fist clenched.
“You’re a child.” She told you fondly and you both shook your fist three times. You pulled rock and she pulled paper. You realised a second too late she could read your mind. “I’ll go right.”
“Perfect. See you soon.” You ducked in for a quick kiss before taking off at a run without looking back.
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You weren’t sure wether it was good or bad that the corridor you’d gotten lumped with had been abandoned. There was no sign of life in any of the rooms you passed and the feeling of being watched made you itch between your shoulder blades.
You had your gun slightly raised in your grip and you were listening closely for a sound that wasn’t your own footfalls. It had been a noise behind you that distracted you. An errant agent that had been hiding in an office You had bypassed, deeming it clear. Not clear enough.
Three gunshots later you were running again, your left leg screaming in protest and your right arm ached so bad you had to hold your gun in your left.
You didn’t see the wire. It tripped you up, sending you sprawling. You used the momentum, scrabbling forward across the linoleum flooring to get as far away as possible.
The explosion blasted you against the wall and your last thought was that you’d wake in time for your date.
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You woke up slowly, well aware someone was talking but you hoped they weren’t talking to you, you were too tired to answer. Your eyes opened and you blinked away the flashing red lights. You were in someone’s arms and they were yelling.
Your leg hurt but not the one you had been shot in which was not good. Your head was thumping and you never got to figure out who was yelling because the darkness overtook you and you succumbed to the numbness again.
When you woke next it was to the beeping rhythm of what could only be a heart monitor. It had to be the most annoying sound in the universe. You’d bet your life.
You were pleasantly buzzed and in no pain which meant you were on the good stuff. Dr. Cho was a goddess.
“Hey sleepy head.” Hayley chuckled when your eyes fluttered open. “Think you slept long enough?”
“Wha’ time ‘s it?” You slurred and she laughed at you before lifting her watch to her face and dropping it again.
“Almost three in the afternoon.” She told you, petting your hair fondly. “Gave us quite a scare.”
“Gonna make date night.” You sighed happily, reaching a shaky hand out for a cup of water by your bedside. Hayley helped you sit up and take a sip.
“Date night was yesterday. You’ve been out for two days.” Hayley told you. Now that you were awake you had a niggling awareness of something with your right leg. You pulled the blanket back and found a bright red cast with Hayley’s signature already scrawled across it next to Clint’s.
“Damn.” You whispered. Your other leg was heavily bandaged too and your right arm was well wrapped up. “Where’s Wanda?”
“Probably our hovering in the corridor trying to convince Cho to check your vitals for the eighteenth time.” Hayley sighed. “She hasn’t been in since you got back. She’s in a mood.”
“Oh.” You mumbled, looking to the door and back to Hayley. “I’m going to be okay though, right?”
“No.” She said solemnly. “You’re going to be that ugly forever.”
“Fuck off.” You laughed, smacking her hand away when she poked your cheek. “Why won’t she come in?”
“Thinks it’s her fault. Apparently she cheated on Rock, Paper, Scissors or something along those lines?” Hayley said and then furrowed her eyebrows. “What sort of dumbass plays Rock, Paper, Scisssors with someone who can read minds?”
“The same dumbass that got shot in one leg and broke the other.” You groaned, inhaling deeply as the niggling awareness became a subtle ache.
“You’ll never learn.” Hayley sighed, pressing your call button and almost immediately a nurse bustled in, checking your charts and your monitors. “She’s sore.”
“‘m not.” You insisted childishly and Hayley only raised her eyebrow. “Only a little.”
“Time to go back to sleep.” The nurse told you, fiddling with the IV in the back of your hand. “Sweet dreams, darlin’.”
When you woke again Clint was by your bedside, chewing loudly on chips and watching something on his phone.
“Tell Wanda if she doesn’t get over her one-woman pity party then I’m gonna drag myself out of this bed and down to her apartment.” You told Clint, teeth gritted against the onslaught of pain your wounds brought.
“You want some painkillers?” He asked, hand paused between the bag of chips and his mouth.
“I want my girlfriend.” You grunted, your left hand raising to your right bicep where you’d been shot. “Now.”
“On it.” Clint scrambled from the chair and out the door just as a nurse bustled in looking all business.
“Some more painkillers.” She told you softly, barely giving you a chance before she was opening the IV line again and offering you the cool relief of medicine.
The door opened and you reached your uninjured hand out to Wanda. You had no idea if she took it or not. You had already been pulled under by the meds.
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“If I get knocked out one more time I’m going to scream.” Wanda was sitting in a chair near your bed but too far away to touch. “How long has it been?”
“Four days.” Wanda looked dreadful. The bags under her eyes were a Deep Purple and her cheeks appeared gaunt as if she hadn’t been eating or resting. “Are you in pain?”
“No.” You told her evenly. “Have you slept in four days?”
“No.” At least she was honest. “Haven’t slept either.”
You paused in opening your mouth to ask the question she had just answered. “Why’s that?”
“Been waiting for you to wake up and tell me it’s over.” She admitted and you scrunched your nose up as you readjusted yourself. “I shouldn’t have cheated.”
“I shouldn’t have played guessing games with a telepath. Neither of us had anything to do with my injuries.” You told her. “That’s down to those motherfuc-“
“I heard your thoughts, you wanted right so I took it.” She admitted in a rush like you were going to lash out at her. “I chose it because I didn’t want you to win.”
“Wanda.” You sighed. “What happened was just bad luck. I lived to tell the tale and now I’ll have some epic scars to show off.”
“You’ll attract all the ladies.” Wanda agreed, her hand reaching out to hover over trout right bicep when you were heavily bandaged.
“I only want the one. But she’s busy throwing a pity party despite the fact she didn’t even get shot.” You teased and she rolled her eyes, scooting her chair closer. “I don’t blame you.”
“You should. I got you shot.” She whispered, her finger tracing down your arm to the palm of your hand. You liked your fingers and held on tight, smiling through the ache in your body.
“I missed date night. Now we’re even.” You told her, trying to lift some of the tension weighing her shoulders down. “Wanda, come on.”
“There was so much blood when I found you.” She whispered. “I thought I’d killed you.”
“Hard to kill a bad thing.” You told her with a grin, tightening your grip on her hand. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?” She asked shakily.
“I promise. Now crawl in here beside me and get some sleep.” You shuffled to the side, wincing but persevering until you made room for her in the bed.
She chastised you and shook her head, refusing. You brought your free hand up to your bullet wound, finger poised over the bandage warningly. “I will literally dig my finger into my flesh if you don’t.”
“Jesus, fine!” Wanda clambered in next to you, avoiding all your wires and monitors. “You’re a brat.”
“You know it baby.” You teased, shuffling closer and pecking her lips quickly. “Now got to sleep before my nurse comes in and makes you move.”
