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"im so sick of 17, wheres my fucking teenage dream?"
(content warning ;; smut, cursing, fighting, mention of blood and injuries, murder)
Y/N, No records of a last name, was found at Hydra when when she was 14, but bein...
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"shes a angel in a world of devils" 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ Y/N winced burning her finger on the hot pan, she was attempting to cook herself lunch, she had made chicken and pasta, the pasta had been going along fine, but chicken, not so much.
"Need some help?" a heavy accented voice spoke behind her.
She turned to see Wanda, smiling at her.
"That would be nice, I am not at all good at cooking." Y/N shrugged.
"You burnt it because you put it on the pan dry, you needed to put butter or something to prevent it from sticking." Wanda said, not in a crude or critical way, but a genuine way.
"Makes sense, i am not a good cook." Y/N shrugged, dividing the food amongst the two.
"I can teach you, when I was younger I always was cooking with my mom, she taught me alot." Wanda said, Y/N noticed her eyes twisted with a bit of sorrow, but happiness over the memory.
"What food did you make with her?" Y/N asked, desperately wanting to know anything about her, as she was intrigued by Wanda.
"Many things, my favorites were desserts, she would teach me to make different cakes, pastries, my favorite was making a cake and surprising my dad with it when he got home." Wanda said, smiling softly.
Y/N smiled, nodding, wanting her to continue.
"S-Sorry for rambling, I gotta go." Wanda said, and just like that she has up and left the room.
"Wait Wanda-" Y/N said, but she had already left down the hallway.
"Oh okay, later then." Y/N whispered softly to herself.
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Y/N breathed heavily as she punched at the punching back, clad in a pair of short and a cropped work out t-shirt.
Sighing as she stepped aside, she tried to figure out why something felt off .
She wasnt punching as hard as she usually did, ivy began sprouting around her, something that often happened when she was irritated.
"kid? you okay?" she heard a voice behind her.
"Yes im fine steve, why wouldn't i be."
"you're sprouting ivys everywhere, somethings bothering you." he said, matter a factly
"Its just- nevermind it's stupid." she said, leaning her head back against the wall.
"Its not stupid if it's bothering you this much."
"Fine, but if i tell you, you cant go off telling everyone." She said, crossing her arms.
"I wouldnt."
"Its just- i dont think wanda likes me very much, you know? we were talking earlier and i think something tipped her off, because she got up and left really fast."
Steve stared for a second, trying to gather his thoughts "shes in an entirely different country, her brother is gone, she probably feels out of place, you know?" Steve said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"I guess but, i just dont know what im doing wrong, i know she's hurting, i wanna help her." She said solemnly.
"I get how that feels, but for now we gotta wait until she gets comfortable enough to open up to us." Steve said.
"I guess."
Little to their notice, Wanda was outside the door.
