Wanda Maximoff x f! reader
warnings: swearing, violence, mention of blood, alcohol and drugs
You wouldn't call yourself a villain. You googled the term when you were fifteen and you were pretty sure that you were not it.
Villains harmed innocent people for fun and you would never do that. You liked inflicting pain on other people, but only those, who truly deserved it.
You were not evil, no. You were angry. Angry at the system, angry at the government. Angry at the people, who were too stupid to realize that they are nothing, but a sheep.
You started noticing things, when you were a kid. Back when you were thirteen, a bunch of older kids cornered a kid you didn't even know. You were too far away and by the time you made it close enough the kid was crying on the ground, clutching his stomach.
You were smaller and you were alone, but you managed to punch every single one of them.
And then you were expelled. You tried to explain that you were only trying to help, but they didn't listen. All they cared about was the mayor's son clutching his broken nose.
After that you started to learn how to stay hidden, how to never attract attention, how to never get caught. You never liked it when people paid attention to you, feeling uneasy under the stares. You were a loner and apart from your parents you didn't feel the need to form any more connections.
You didn't make any friends in your new school. It was better this way.
You never helped the poor kid who got beaten down just behind the football field.
You didn't look twice at the girl crying on the bathroom floor.
You didn't help a boy to look for his "lost" backpack.
But you did follow the group of the popular kids on their way home. You memorized their schedules, all of their routes, you learned where their parents worked, when they left and when they returned home. You found out where they're buying alcohol for the parties, you found out who supplied them drugs. You hacked all of their social medias and even their emails. By the end of the month you knew everything about them.
And then you destroyed them.
The world you live in is not a fair place, so you took it upon yourself to make it a little more bearable for those, who were wronged. Your goal was pure, but your methods were anything but.
Your parents were your humanity, they tried to teach you how to care, how to love. They always told you, that one day you'll find your people. And you did wait, for a long time. Because even if you didn't trust anyone in your life, you always trusted your parents.
They died the day before you graduated from college. You didn't cry, you knew that death is not the end, but you did felt a part of you dying with them.
They were right, of course.
You will find your people, just not where you expected to.
Last month you managed to clear out one of the Hydra's underground laboratories right before the Avengers made it there, leaving a trail of dead bodies behind you as you left with the much needed intel. As always, you left a note for your friends from the compound.
Try to be faster next time.
You liked that little game you played with them. Even if you didn't have any powers or a suite made of iron, you were still smart as hell and your training with Matt and Danny helped you a lot.
Matt is one of a few people you're willing to tolerate. You've met him when you were still in college. You were cornered in the dark alley with no way out untill he showed up in his blood red suit. You stood and marveled at the way he fought and at that moment you knew, that he was going to be an exception. You can trust him.
You've made fun of his cat ears the second he was done and just like that you've became some sort of... friends.
He asked you to join the Defenders, and you thought about it for a while. They were okay, they weren't self-righteous snobs like some people, they didn't enjoy killing, but they were not completely against it. They understood you and accepted you. Jess even became your unlikely friend, one you could turn for help at any moment. But you always worked better alone and even if you did team up with them once in awhile, you've never properly joined their ranks.
The Avengers, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. They tried to catch you, at first, back when they thought you were Hydra. You're still offended by that.
Wanda was almost successful, she was the only one who got close enough to actually try.
"Surrender and I won't harm you." You heard a voice come from the doorway. Your hands immediately went up to your head, showing that you were not going to attack. You may be a killer, but you don't hurt the innocent.
"Did they teach you the phrase at the Avengers school?" You asked, when you slowly turned to face her, subtly eyeing the monitor on your left.
You got in the compound in need of the information on one of Hydra's higher-ups. You were sure you wouldn't get caught, the Avengers left for a mission on the other side of the world and some Shield agents could never stop you. Why is she here then?
"You know I can read your mind, right?" She asked, entering the room you were in. Her eyes stopped glowing and the red mist around her hands disappeared, "We thought you were a threat." She added, confused expression taking over her features.
She shifted closer to you, green eyes tracing your every feature. She wasn't dressed for a mission, you noted, in her dark blue sweatpants and a matching hoodie. Who else is here?
"You thought right." You countered, not understanding why she suddenly decided that you were safe.
She chuckled. "I was in your head just a second ago, remember?" She came closer to you, leaning over your shoulder to pull out the flash drive. "What I saw is enough for me, but it won't be enough for the rest of the team." Wanda said clutching the device in her hand.
She then mumbled something under her breath, but you were too far away to hear.
"They'll be here in twenty minutes." She said taking your hand to pull you out of the room and leading you towards the back entrance.
When you stopped in front of the door she handed you the flash drive, biting her lips as if she was unsure of her decision.
You took it and thanked her.
"You should go now." She whispered, her eyes darting to look behind her shoulder.
"You don't want a note?" You asked, mentally cringing at yourself.
"Maybe if we had more time." She sent you a small smile.
You left without looking back.
Her eyes followed you untill you disappeared out of sight.
After that they tried to find you for a completely different reason. Wanda must've told them something, something that was enough for them to consider you a possible ally. She was in your head, but for some reason, it didn't even make you angry. Maybe that's because she helped you. Or maybe that's because the rage you've always felt lingering in the back of your head quieted since the day you met the witch. You were not sure if you liked that.
It's been a month since the Hydra's lab raid and the Avengers still haven't found another way to gather the intel, so you decided it was time to pay them back, you did use their help on more than one occasion without them knowing. It would be fair to help them at least once.
So you made a twitter account and DMed Tony Stark.
What's up with your face lately? You look like someone took a shit right under your nose. Cheer up a little.
"Stop using my laptop." Jessica mumbled from where she laid on the couch. You spent all night drinking her cheap booze, trying to solve one of her cases.
You would never admit it, but you liked Jessica's place a lot more than your own. Ever since your parents passed her shitty apartment felt more like home than your house. Maybe it's because of her company.
"What's yours is mine, isn't it how friendship works?" You replied, standing up from the chair. You got Advil from the kitchen and handed it to Jess along with some water.
"No. I only tolerate you because you buy me alcohol," she said after taking the pill, "did you sleep at all?" she asked, eyeing you up and down. If you looked hard enough you could notice a sprinkle of worry in her eyes. You called her out on it once and she ignored you for a month, so you didn't voice your observation.
"No, you know I don't need to sleep as much as everyone else." You tried to reassure her. "I should get going though, Stark will know where I sent the message from." You took your phone off the table and turned to leave, but felt a hand grabbing your wrist.
"You're staying here. I'm not taking care of your mess. Again." She said, looking as serious as ever. You felt a stir in your chest. Guilt.
"Just one more time? What if they throw me in prison?" You tried to convince her anyway.
She rolled her eyes. "They won't. And if they do, I'll just brake you out. Or Trish will pay for some fancy lawyer." She breathed out. "You should get it over with, tell them to not bother you again or join their little circus." She eyed your reaction, trying to get an answer before you voiced it.
You went to reply, but persistent knocking interrupted your conversation. You turned to run for the window, but Jess sat you down on the couch with a slight shove.
Sometimes you forget she has powers.
"Sit. I'll let them in and you will talk." She left no room for objection.
"No need, your door opened by itself the second I stopped knocking." You heard a feminine voice from the hallway.
Not Wanda, you thought, feeling disappointed.
You looked up and saw another redhead Avenger standing in the doorway. After just one glance you noticed at least four knives, a gun and her famous bites. There's probably more, but you'll need a closer look to find everything.
"I thought I got it fixed yesterday," Jess said, trying to remember if she actually called the landlord or if it was a drunken dream. She then looked at you. "Enjoy your interrogation, I'll head out now. Close the door when you leave." She told you, not even acknowledging your annoyed expression and left.
You turned to greet your guest.
"Hello, Ms. Romanoff. How can I help you?" You smiled at her, relaxing your posture. She was alone in the apartment, which ment that a whole team of agents was lurking just outside the building.
Oh, and make that five knives.
"I'm here to talk." She inched closer to you, her eyes tracing every twitch of the muscles on your face, trying to read you. She will be successful. You are good, but not good enough to fool the Black Widow.
"Then talk." You went to the cabinet on the opposite side of the room and took a bottle of vodka. Returning to her side you gestured to the couch. "You can sit if you want."
She took the bottle from your grip and put it down. "It won't help you." Was all she said before handing you a file.
You didn't plan on actually talking to her, you were already forming an escape plan in your head, but when you saw your name on the file with Hydra's logo, curiosity got better of you.
You took it, heading to sit behind the desk. "What is this?" You asked, staring down the file, hesitant to open it.
"We found it on our latest mission." She said, taking a seat in front of you. "We didn't want to inform you like that, but you've made it hard for us to find you so..." She trailed off, her voice was gentle, which is weird considering your history with her team.
You still haven't opened the file.
"Do you remember your childhood?"
"Yes." Why is this relevant?
"What's the first thing you remember?"
"My fifth birthday, why?"
She sighed, looking at you in pity. You hated that look. You needed to wipe the expression from her face. Your grip on the file tightened, crumbling the paper.
Why didn't they send Wanda?
"Anything before that?" She persisted, noting the change in your mood. You saw her hand inch a little closer towards her gun. You rolled your eyes, she doesn't need a gun to stop you and you both know it.
Not wanting to further anger yourself you opened the file and started reading.
Status: unknown, subject escaped
Notes: Subject #759 is the only one to survive the procedure.
You felt a shudder go down your spine.
"This is impossible." It is possible. You know it. You've been wondering about yourself for as long as you could remember, but you weren't able to find any answers.
Natasha leaned over the desk to point on something in the file, a picture of you. A much much younger you.
"We wouldn't lie about something like this." She said. "I'm sorry."
"Did you find anything else?" You asked, your voice faltering slightly.
"No. But we will if you help us."
"Just this once. After that you'll never bother me again." You said looking at the spy.
She smirked, "We'll see about that."
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