Burning Love - Avengers Soulmate

Chapter 15- Fucked-up

TW- gruesome chapter, semi-graphic details, abuse, shouting, swearing etc...

As I opened my eyes, the warm morning light gently illuminated the room, revealing a space that felt as enchanting and captivating as the woman lying beside me. This was Wanda's room, a haven that embodied her essence and showcased her unique blend of elegance and mystique.

The walls were adorned with tapestries, delicate fabrics that danced with intricate patterns, reminiscent of the interwoven threads of Wanda's powers. Soft hues of deep purples and vibrant reds whispered of her vibrant spirit, casting a mesmerizing spell upon the room.

The furniture exuded both comfort and style, with plush cushions and luxurious throws draped over a generously sized bed. Its inviting presence beckoned me closer, its sheets adorned with intricate designs that mirrored Wanda's impeccable attention to detail. A sense of sanctuary and tranquility enveloped the space, offering solace in the chaos of the world outside.

A small, intricately carved wooden desk stood in a corner, covered with open books and scattered papers. It reflected Wanda's insatiable curiosity and hunger for knowledge, as well as her creative endeavors. Sketches and drawings adorned the walls, capturing glimpses of her artistic soul, intertwining beauty and raw emotion.

The room was graced with delicate trinkets and mementos, each one holding a story. A porcelain vase filled with fresh flowers emitted a gentle fragrance, adding a touch of nature to the ethereal ambiance. Framed photographs captured cherished memories, a testament to the love and connections that held a special place in Wanda's heart.

A soft breeze whispered through the open window, carrying with it the scent of a distant forest. It whispered secrets and dreams, whispering a symphony of promises and unspoken desires. In this room, time seemed to stand still, and the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only Wanda and me to revel in our own little universe.

As I gazed at Wanda, her slumbering form bathed in the morning light, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the privilege of being in this room, surrounded by the echoes of her essence. It was a space where her powers and her vulnerability coexisted, where her strength and tenderness intertwined seamlessly.

In Wanda Maximoff's room, I found not only physical beauty but also a profound connection to the depths of her soul. It was a sanctuary where love bloomed and dreams were shared—a place where I knew I belonged, entwined with the woman who had captured my heart.

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I sat patiently waiting for Wanda to wake, refusing to disturb her slumber when the door opened, and in walked a very stressed-looking team of Avengers, guns blazing and fear and worry clouding their vision.

I stood up in a hurry, confused as to why they would infringe on someone's privacy like this. We all stood in silence, silently eyeing one another. Bucky then calmly approached me and I flinched back slightly as I did not expect him to even be seen by me, never mind actively approaching me!

He looked hurt but continued approaching me until he was right beside me.

"Olivia, what are you doing here?" Bucky cautiously asked.

"What do you mean? I just woke up here!" I was confused and slightly scared that the others hadn't lowered their weapons, even though there was no immediate danger presenting itself.

"No, no here," Bucky said, looking ashamed and... disgusted at me?

"I was captured by SHIELD when on a mission to collect information on... on, on something. I don't really remember. It was so long ago," I said, only stumbling slightly trying to explain myself.