One Shots

Mutant Pt3 - Wanda x Reader

Ello! I am probably going to move this lil series onto AO3 only from this point on since it's not really a one shot any more!

I'll still be using Wattpad to write it, I'll just make a separate book to do so! So I may post it on here eventually :)

Repressed

Wanda's enjoying a bowl of cereal while scrolling through social media when Tony and Steve enter the room bickering. Their raised voices pull Wanda away from her phone, forcing their quarrel on her.

"What's going on?" She asks before munching down another spoonful.

"Hey, Wanda. Sorry about the disruption." Steve apologises. "We're trying to resolve an issue with the Mutant, nothing to be alarmed about."

"Nothing to be alarmed about? The kid brutalised my mattress and somehow got a blow up one into the cell! That's definitely causing me alarm." Tony exclaims, hands flailing dramatically.

"Why don't you just ask Friday?" Natasha, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, suggests.

"Romanoff, what would I do without you." Tony says as his heart settles. He all but skips out of the room while muttering something about needing more caffeine in his system.

Nat and Steve are left with a now choking Wanda to relieve. Steve pats her back firmly a few times while Natasha brings a glass of water over.

"Damn, those Cheerios must be killer." Sam proclaims with a smug smirk. Wanda shoots the man a death glare once regaining her composure. "Oh ho, tough crowd." Sam grimaces and begins backing out of the room again.

"You okay now, Wanda?" Steve asks, voice laced concern. Wanda nods as she greedily gulps down the water.

She lets out a gasp. "Thank you."

"I'm glad you're okay. I've got to catch up to Tony. I'll see you girls later." Steve excuses himself.

"I was hoping he would leave." Nat says. She takes the seat across from Wanda and props her elbows up, resting her chin on her palms. "We need to talk."

"...Do we?" Wanda questions after hesitation. "Is this about borrowing your jacket?"

"You know what it's about. That crease on your brow hasn't left your face since the start of the week."

"So?"

"Tell me, Wanda, how is it that you knew the Mutant's name the other day? From where I stand, I thought you weren't allowed to be involved with this case." Natasha's eyes bore into Wanda's, as if she is the one with telepathy.

"Thor told me." Wanda lies, shrugging to look more nonchalant.

"No he didn't." Natasha leans forward, making Wanda's throat dry up. "You've talked with them, haven't you?"

"Why would I do that?" Wanda scoffs, shoving more Cheerios in her mouth in an attempt to hide her nerves.

"I don't know why and frankly could care less. What I need to know is if they slipped any information out while with you." Natasha leans back against her chair, stetching her arms behind her head.

"Even if I had talked with them, why would I tell you knowing I'd get in trouble?" Wanda's abandoned her cereal now, Natasha having made her stomach uneasy.

"Cause this could benefit us both, if you play along." Nat eyes her up and down before continuing. "You can keep up whatever little relationship you've got with the captive if you feed any information you find out back to me."