The Scarlet Apprentice

Foiled plans

With the newfound knowledge of y/n's true identity, wanda instantly marched back to the cabin. She didn't get too far into the forest when she found the crash, so she didn't take long to get back to it.

It was the anger that fuelled her. The fire burning; the shock she felt temporarily poisoned every feeling she had towards y/n, even love. All of the anger and hatred she had towards sword had risen up again, despite how much she tried to repress it. And now, she was going to take it out on y/n, even though she didn't truly want to.

By the time wanda made it back to the cabin, y/n was almost finished tidying up the kitchen. To be honest, she was ready finished, she just wanted to do anything to keep herself entertained.

Even when the door opened and Wanda walked in, y/n didn't take her attention of the things she was organising, only because she didn't expect wanda to be angry.

The thud of the duffel bag crashing against the floor was what finally caught y/n's attention, causing her to turn and stand still in place. When she realised what wanda had actually just put on the ground in front of her, she froze.

Over her time with wanda, she had completely forgotten about sword, about her real life, about everything that had nothing to do with wanda. Then, all at once the memories came flooding back, making her silent and unable to form a sentence.

Before y/n could think to get a word out, wanda summoned her powers around y/n's neck and used them to push her into the wall behind her.

Y/n instantly began gasping for air as she tried to pull the hold off, but her hands just kept slipping through the magic.

"You're a sword agent. Why didn't you tell me you're a sword agent?" Wanda asked her as she moved closer.

"W- wanda-." She choked, the red energy tightening the more wanda's anger grew.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH DAMAGE THEYVE DONE TO ME." Her eyes glowed red and her powers grew stronger as her rage intensified.

In that moment, their eyes shone a completely different message. Wanda's, a burning red glow, fuelled by rage and the feeling of betrayal. And y/n's glistening with a pained and feared stare.

Even though their stares were completely different, their eyes remained on each other as if that was their last form of communication. It was the dichotomy of their reactions which made the situation more painful.

"Are here on a mission?" Wanda asked, "Huh? Are you here to kill me?"

When she realised that y/n was on the verge of passing out from the pressure, she released her magic entirely, causing y/n to collapse to the ground. The second her throat was free and she hit the floor, y/n began coughing and panting to catch her breath once again.

Wanda looked down at her, "Are you here to kill me?"

"No- wanda, I'm not here to kill you." Y/n assured her as she pulled herself up to a stand by holding onto the counter.

"Then what the hell are you doing here?" She asked.

She lightly rubbed her neck with her hand as if it would make the slight ache fade, "I told you, my plane crashed."

"You didn't think to mention that it was a sword plane?" Wanda asked, almost sarcastically.

"I didn't think to mention it at the time. I didn't think it was that important-." She tried to explain.

Before y/n could finish her sentence, wanda used her magic to pick up a kitchen knife from the rack behind her, where she then flung it over to stop just at y/n's neck.

"Not that important?" Wanda asked, causing y/n to gulp with the blade hovering against her skin, "You have no idea what they've done to me."

"I didn't expect to be staying any longer than a night, wanda." She explained.

Wanda furrowed her brows, "so what did you think when you were staying for longer?"

"I forgot about it." She told her, keeping as still as she possibly could.

"HOW CAN YOU JUST FORGET ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?" She yelled.

As she yelled, her powers jogged the knife and caused it to touch y/n's skin, which made her freeze completely, "think about what you're doing, wanda."

Without changing her angered emotion, she lightly moved the knife back ever so slightly, but she still held the same rage.

Y/n panted heavily now that she was slightly away from the blade, "I'm leaving. I'll go, I'll go to the village today. You'll never have to see me again."

With the confirmation of her departure, wanda flung the knife backwards and relaxed her arms, but didn't relax her anger. The knife flew through the air before hitting the wood of the wall and staying in place.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Wanda asked.

Y/n sighed, "if I remembered I would've told you, I-."

"What, were you just gonna avoid doing it until it killed me?" Wanda cut her off to ask.

Y/n scrunched her face in confusion, "Why do you think I'd do that?"

"It's what you did with your brother, wasn't it?" She blurted, fuelled by the pained feeling of betrayal she felt in the moment.

Y/n instantly fell to a silence. Her heart instantly dropped and her thoughts cleared entirely. The feeling of being blamed for such a loss by someone she was in love with felt like taking a bullet. Of course, wanda didn't mean it, she would never say something like that and mean it. But y/n didn't know that wanda was only saying it out of pure anger, and not pure belief. It was swords fault that wanda felt that way, not y/n's.

"Wanda." Y/n warned her through gritted teeth.

"Am I wrong?" She laughed slightly. However, it wasn't a laugh fuelled by mockery, rather a laugh fuelled by anger, "he was your own blood, and the fact that you couldn't do something led to him dying alone on the street."

After realising her jaw was trembling, y/n clenched her jaw and bit back the urge to say something she'd inevitably regret. It wasn't that she wanted to say something to hurt wanda, she just wanted to recover from what she'd just been told.

Without saying anything else, y/n pushed past wanda and headed for the door, grabbing her duffel bag off of the floor as she went.

As she stood in the door frame, she turned her head to the side as if she was going to say goodbye, but, after thinking about it for a small amount of time, she left without saying a word.