Chapter 20: Argument

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TW: Fighting (verbally)

Pov y/n

I wake up from some noise but before I open my eyes, I notice the arms around me and remember that Wanda and I cuddled last night. I snuggle into her a little more, enjoying her being close. It feels great to wake up in her arms.

Wait...wake up? Did we fall asleep?
My eyes open immediately and I see the source of the noise: my mom and Bruce are standing on the other side of the cell and are watching us while discussing something. She looks pretty mad and once she realizes I'm awake, she shoots me an angry look.
I gulp, I think I'm in pretty big trouble. Mom forbid me to be with Wanda and seeing me here with her, cuddling in bed probably isn't what she imagined to find.

I turn around to look at Wanda, ignoring mom and Bruce for a few seconds. She looks so peaceful and I have to fight the urge to tug some hair behind her ear.
Instead I softly shake her and watch as her eyes flutter open.
"We're in trouble." I whisper before she can say or do something.
She looks at me confused before she sees my mom and Bruce and shoots up to sit in the bed. Following her lead, I sit up too and we both watch as my mom's attention now shifts to me completely.

She looks angry and worried at the same time.
"Y/n, are you okay?" She asks, trying to sound as calm as possible.
"Yeah, I'm great." I answer carefully, not sure how she will react. She nods and her eyes dart to Wanda who just sits there in silence, before she looks back at me.
"Did she do anything to you?" Mom asks and watches my every move. I shake my head frantically.

"What did you do to her?" She directs at Wanda now who looks a little confused about the tumult right after she woke up.
"I did nothing." Wanda confirms shyly. Now it's my mom's turn to shake her head and she looks between us.
"I don't believe you. You probably bewitched her or anything! If you hurt her in any way, you will regret that you ever looked at her!"

I'm a little shocked by my mom's threat and watch as Wanda keeps quiet and bites her lips. She looks at me, unsure what to do and starts to fiddle with her fingers.
"Mom, she didn't do anything. Please stop threatening her." I try to reason but my mom looks beyond mad.
"She probably makes you say that! I don't trust you." The last sentence directed at Wanda. "You are a villain and cause chaos everywhere you go!"

My eyes flicker to Wanda who bites her lip and I can see her eyes getting watery, a little red ball of magic forming between her fingers.
"Wanda, please look at me." I ask her silently and her eyes meet mine. She looks hurt and also a little mad.
"Don't do anything you might regret later. You're not a villain, you're good and I've seen that every day. My mom is just upset, please don't believe her. You are good and I know it's hard but maybe this is your chance to proof it." I say to her, my eyes not leaving her.
She takes a deep breath and nods, the magic ball between her fingers disappears and I smile a little to cheer her up.

"Mom." I say, now looking back to her. Her hands on her hips and her expression angry but she looks at me.
"Wanda did nothing. She's not a villain, she's good. I know all of you see her as a danger but she isn't. She's great and very kind so please stop threatening her." I plead and watch my mom's eyes dart from me to Wanda.
"How did she get you into her cell?" She asks, now fully looking at me. I stand up and gesture to the door.
"I walked through the door. We opened it and I walked in." I explain, shifting under mom's glare.

Before she can answer, Tony steps behind her in his Ironman suit. He takes in the scene and relaxes when he sees I'm okay.
"You're telling me, you walked through that door on your own will?" Mom asks and I gulp before I nod, seeing her anger growing.
"You are aware that I forbid you to see Wanda?" She asks again, fuming by now. I bite my lip and look down before I nod once again. She breathes out and tries to get ahold of herself. But before she can say something else, Tony speaks up.

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