MCU (Avengers) Imagines Part Two

Steve Rogers X Prophet!Reader - We Don't Talk About Bruno

A/N - This chapter was inspired by the song 'We Don't Talk About Bruno' from the film Encanto. Sidenote: In this story, Pietro never died because fuck that. And, this chapter was getting to be a little too long, so I'm thinking of doing a second part, which is a little more Steve X Reader heavy. I hope you all enjoy it. 
Trigger Warning: There is a description of a really gory death, and though it's not super detailed (It's literally just one character talking about what happened), if that is likely to negatively affect you, please skip this chapter.

When Steve had called a meeting, to gather information on a new lead, he hadn't expected such a dramatic response. The second your name had slipped out, it was as if the air had been sucked out of the room, and no one dared to move a muscle. 

Wanda had been the first to perk up, clearing her throat as she sat forward a little in her chair. "Y/N was one of the subjects in the hydra experiments, the ones before Pietro and I signed up," she started softly. "People don't tend to like talking about her. They think she's a bad omen-"

"We don't think anything," Bucky interrupted, leaning back in his seat with a frown. "There were always these rumours floating about that Hydra had managed to actually create a prophet. Everything she told them came true, and none of it was ever particularly positive."

"She told me that my hair would go white," Pietro stated, shaking his head slightly. "Next day, I woke up and-" he paused, waving his hand towards his head. "I started telling people it was a style choice. I thought it would be better than explaining it." 

Steve's brow furrowed slightly, his brow furrowing. "So, she can see the future?" 

"No," Wanda started again. "It's like she writes the future. She says it and the next day, boom, it happens." She paused for a moment, letting out a soft sigh before leaning forward and lowering her voice. "There was this one doctor at Hydra, he was brought on to help with the experiments, but he was awful. He got real physical with the subjects, they'd all come back with bruises and cuts. Some of the stories the girls would tell were horrid. And then he had to work with Y/N this one afternoon. He came out of that room pale as anything, so pale that he looked dead already. Well, one of the girls said that Y/N'd told him that he was going to die on his next mission, a really nasty, painful death too." She shook her head, smiling. "A week later, he stops showing up to the compound. Turns out, he'd been out in the field, had to parachute out of the helicopter to get to a meeting point. He jumps, his 'chute gets caught on a propellor, and it all tangles up. It pulls him up into the blades and they shredded him into a million tiny pieces. The only way they could identify him was by testing the blood and matching it to him on the system. It was gruesome." 

"Christ," Bucky muttered, looking a little pale himself when Wanda shrugged.

"She's never been wrong. She creates the future."

Steve sighed. "Is she dangerous?"

Wanda hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowed. "Only when she needs to be." She shuffled in her seat, flipping open the file in front of her. "I heard she went off the grid anyway. I doubt you'll be able to find her, and if you do find her, I doubt she'll be too happy about it."

*Time Skip*

Your body tensed when you heard the car pulling up to the front of your house, the engine cutting out and doors opening before you could so much as consider making a dash for the back door. It was probably someone from the town, coming out to check on you. They did that sometimes, just to make sure you hadn't been murdered, hidden away in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods. 

You went still, listening intently, only to realise that this wasn't a friendly wellness check. There were at least three people, maybe four, all treading as quietly as they could manage on the gravel path up to the front door.