Falling for a Maximoff

Chapter 38: Healing and gaming

TW: PTSD I suppose

Pov y/n

The next week is calm, especially compared to the days in the Red Room.
I rest a lot because after all the adrenaline from being rescued is gone, I feel exhausted. My body is still tired from the overly excessive training and now that I know I'm completely safe, my body allows itself to relax.

I sleep longer, up to 10 hours a night and it feels good. No one criticizes me for it, knowing I went through a lot.

Mom probably told them a bit about what happened. I don't mind because that way I don't have to.

I still try to process everything. Now that my mind isn't constantly occupied with anxiety and exhaustion, I think more about what happened. It scares me a little because I'm afraid of it happening again. I am aware that mom and also Wanda are keeping an eye out for me and will protect me as good as they can but I'm still scared. Imagining having to go back there makes my stomach turn and flashes from what happened come to my mind. I try my best to forget about it and most of the time it works but there are moments where I have trouble with that. In these moments Wanda and mom stay with me and are there for me, reassuring me I'm safe. They have their ways of calming me down and it only takes a few minutes.

Mom talked to me about those thoughts. It feels good to talk to her about it because I know she suffered through it as well and knows how I feel. She opens up more about her own time there and I listen, feeling closer to her.
We talked about methods on how to calm myself when I feel anxious and she tells me that if I wanted to go to a therapist, she would fully support me. It means a lot to me, knowing she doesn't judge me for what's going on in my head.

Wanda is also pretty great. She keeps me company when I just lay in bed and we watch some shows and movies together while cuddling and exchanging kisses.

My feelings for her grow every day and I am so happy to call her my girlfriend. Sometimes, when she has training, I come with her and watch her train.
It's interesting to see her work her magic and it amazes me every time.

I don't train though. For once I'm not in the mood and Bruce also told me to wait a little while until I start again.

My body heals good. I can walk without crutches and the bruises on my face faint with every day. A small part of me is scared that they will never fully heal and stay forever. Wanda listened to me when I told her about my worries and assured me that that wouldn't change how she sees me. She's so supportive and patient with me that it melts my heart. Every time I start to doubt my appearance, she reassures me and softly kisses all the parts I'm insecure about. Her appreciating my body like that helps me to get the thought out of my head that she might leave me if not everything heals.

The other Avengers have been kinda careful with me, not knowing how to act around me.
It feels weird and like I would burst if they aren't careful enough. I'm sure though, it's just temporary, at least that's what I hope because I wouldn't like it if it would stay this way.

Right now it's Friday and I'm sitting in the living room, playing a game on the console while Wanda has some meeting with Steve. It's probably something about her training.

Thor joins me and he's good but I'm better and beat him in the first round. He plays it off and challenges me to another round. I accept and laugh when he mutters during this round as I start to win again. Vision walks in, watching the TV a few seconds and shaking his head.

"I don't understand why this is so popular." He thinks out loud.
"It's fun to play and ever funnier if you win." I say with a smirk, winning again. Thor looks at his controller, murmuring something about it malfunctioning.