Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Dark!WandaNat: No Escape pt5

An: We will probably wrap this up in 2-3 more parts

Word Count: 1348

Y/n expected to wake up in the same cum covered chair she fell asleep in. She found herself in the bed, clean of the juices that were all over her. A thin shirt and small shorts covered her body.

She felt weak. Not physically, but mentally. She worked hard to strengthen her mind. Yet, she found herself crumbling as soon as the women were in her presence.

It was easier to be strong when they weren't so close. When they couldn't reach out and touch her. It was easier to be resentful then.

It felt torturous to resists them when they were this close. She'd punished herself by thinking of her father. He'd be so disappointed. They killed him with the hands they made her cum with.

" Rise and shine, bunny."

The smile on Wanda's face makes her feel gross. Though her skin was clean, she felt dirty, itchy, and disgraceful.

" Come with me," Wanda waited for Y/n to get out of the bed.

Y/n did as she was told. She flinched, but allowed Wanda to take her hand. They walked down the stairs together.

They stopped in the dining room. There was a table full of food, Y/n's favorite foods. She was starving, but not hungry.

So as they sat at the table, Natasha joined them. Y/n watched the two women eat, she didn't have a bite.

" Baby, you need to eat," Natasha drew attention to the girl.

Y/n didn't answer her. The young Stark was deep within thought. She didn't deserve to eat. She barely thought she deserved to live.

Y/n couldn't find herself in the person she'd become. All of this change, just to end up right back at the beginning. It was too much to handle.

She hated them for making her love them. So right there, she started crying. The choked out sobs leaving her throat sent panic through Wanda and Natasha.

They were both by her side quickly. Natasha got her out of the seat and held her close. The spy signaled for the witch to check what was in her mind.

Even as Wanda invaded her mind, the sobs continued. Y/n's mind was a mess, Wanda could barely move in it.

She spotted two versions of Y/n, they were both crying. One was trying to comfort the other.

There was the young Y/n that she knew all those years ago, and the older, physically stronger Y/n.

The old Y/n held the muscular one as her tears fell.

" I'm tired of being strong. Who are we even being strong for, Dad's dead?"

" I don't know. All I know is that we have each other. No one else will care for us."

" What about Wanda and Natasha?"

The younger Y/n answers," We can't let them in. Last time we let them in, they hurt us."

" But they love us, they want to care for us and-"

" We love them too. I know if it was that simple, we'd be together. They hurt us; they kept us from our friends, they took our independence, and they killed dad. They can't even admit they've done anything wrong."

The older one starts sobbing harder," Why can't we stop loving them?"

" No one else will love us like this. We're damaged goods. When it's all said and done, Wanda and Natasha were the only people who told us that they loved us. They were the only ones who didn't try to exploit the family name. If we were to somehow get back to a normal life after this. We'd be thrown into a pool of people who only want us for the clout of it all."