#cherry request

The news anchor continues on as you watch with a worried frown, since returning back from the mission in Lagos Wanda had locked herself away in her room only coming out to grab her dinner plate after being coaxed out by Natasha. Her avoidance had hurt you more than you would like to admit but you knew as soon as you limped out of that building and saw Wanda’s expression at seeing your injured self due to her powers, she was utterly devastated. You decide you’ve heard enough as you switch the news off and make your way out of the room and into the hallway, the faint sound of muttered voices echoes from Wanda’s bedroom down the hall as you make a beeline towards the sound.

 Leaning against the doorframe you watch her small screen knowing that she had already sensed your presence the moment you left your room down the corridor.  

“What legal authority does an enhanced individual like Wanda Maximoff have to operate in Nigeria-” 

“Mute,” you command, the screen goes quiet as the events that unfolded continue to play silently. Wanda’s gaze never wavers from the TV. 

“This wasn’t your fault Wanda, you shouldn’t blame yourself.” you start, knowing that your words are barely reaching her tormented mind as she continues to spiral in her own self hatred. 

“Turn the TV back on, their being very specific,“ she mutters, her voice laced with hurt and sadness. Finally her gaze drops from the TV and into her lap as she twists her rings arounds her fingers, a nervous habit that you’ve noticed she does whenever she is struggling to cope with her emotions. Stepping closer you sit next to her on her bed and allow silence to fall upon you both as you wait for Wanda to speak again. Since knowing the witch you’ve come to learn her way of communicating especially when it comes to communicating with you about her troubles, the best way is to allow her to talk first. 

“I’m a monster,” she whispers, tears gather in her eyes as she grits her teeth in an attempt to stop herself from sobbing. Leaning your head against her shoulder, you lace your fingers through hers and squeeze in comfort. 

“No you aren’t, you were trying to save them. Steve said it himself, he got distracted which caused you to step in and save him. We are only human Wanda,” you explain, keeping your voice soft. She scoffs, shaking her head as she disagrees with your statement. 

“But it wasn’t Steve’s powers that caused half the building to crumble, killing people,” her voice weak, her vulnerable green orbs find your comforting gaze. Cupping her cheek you force her to keep her gaze on you. 

“What happened was an accident, you are not the only one to blame here.” you reassure, brushing a few stray tears from her cheek. Her eyes close as she leans into your touch seeking the only comfort she needs; from you. 

“You were in that building Y/N, I could have lost you,” Finally, you realise where some of her hurt is coming from. Moving from your spot you crouch in front of her, gripping her hands within your own watching her watery gaze fall onto the hands in her lap before you pull her palm up towards your cheek allowing her hands to touch your skin to feel your physical presence. 

“I’m still here, Wanda.” your words are like a breaking point for her as she finally sobs openly. You stand and allow her to collapse forward leaning into your stomach as she cries, brushing your fingers through her long hair you shush her gently feeling the witches hands grip your shirt tightly. 

“Look at me, Milacik (darling).” you softly instruct, her teary eyes flick up to your face waiting for you to continue. “Come with me,” you grab hold of her hand from behind that still grips your shirt and pull her to her feet. 

Gently guiding her to the full length mirror, you place her in front of you watching her gaze at you through the mirror with curiosity. Without a word you move away from her frame to grab a marker pen holding it out in front of her before taking the lid off. Her eyes follow the black ink as you trace letter by letter watching the words form in permanent ink, her head tilts as her chin wobbles fighting another wave of tears. You continue to write upon the mirror making the words frame the outside of her body like a protective barrier, you both remain silent as you continue with your work. Finally, you place the lid back onto the pen and watch her take in the messages on the board, her eyes fall upon three words that are written in line with her heart. 

“A Good Person,” she mutters under her breath, her finger tracing the lines of the words. Leaning your chin against her shoulder you smile at her reflection placing your hand against her chest. 

“Always a good person,” you whisper. Wanda turns around to face you, her brows furrowed as her expression changes a look of confusion evident. 

“I don’t deserve you,” her words saddens your heart but you smile through your heartbreak at her lack of love towards herself. 

“We deserve each other, it’s just you and me okay? We’ll get through this together,” you promise, as her forehead leans against your own nodding at your words as she finally allows some of that hatred towards herself and powers to release into the world. 

“Are you guys done with the sloppy shit, we wanna come in.” Clint’s voice startles you both from your private moment behind the closed door making you both laugh. With the flick of her wrist Wanda opens her door, revealing the team who all seem to be fighting for a place at the front of the door. Clint walks in first and pulls Wanda close to him followed by Natasha and the rest, you all groan in protest as Thor squeezes just a little bit too tight. 

“Alright Buddy, let us go.” you groan, patting the God of thunder on the arm as he sheepishly apologises. The group turn to the mirror to see your work and smile softly at the handy work, except for Tony who jokingly grumbles about washable pens being available instead of ruining his mirrors. Natasha grabs the marker and moves towards the mirror adding in her own kind words about Wanda as the others follow her lead. Pulling Wanda close to your side you kiss her temple and watch them fill her mirror with sweet words. 

“Y.N I love-” you cut her words off by kissing her lips gently. 

“I know,” you say, the words not needing to be said as your eyes tell her everything she needs to know. 

Watching her smile and joke with the team as she points out the different words on the mirror, brings a sense of warmth across your chest. The love you have for her is unmatched to anything you’ve ever experienced before, watching her is like watching a flower blossom in the summer. Her dark past may linger and make her feel wrong and unworthy but with the right love and care shown she can finally see brighter days and just how special she is because of it. Because Wanda Maximoff is no monster, no killer; she’s just a woman trying to fight for her right to live a happy purposeful life.