Loving a Maximoff

Chapter 26: Processing

Pov y/n

So, Mom and Tony left for Vienna yesterday morning and I am being annoyed by it. I still can't believe that she totally ignores my opinion on this and will sign those stupid accords for me as well. I love my Mom, I really do but right now, I don't.
What she's doing right now is just...it's shitty and she knows it. She takes away my right to decide for myself and also the right to act when people need help. Not, that I would be able to do a lot anyways but still, it just extremely pisses me off.

I hit the punching bag in front of me hard, trying to get out some of the frustration I feel. It bottled up those past two days since Mom told me she will sign for me and journaling only helped partly. I just need to let it all out and that's what I'm doing right now.

Over and over, I hit the punching bag, not even in a certain pattern or technique, just some random punches to help get this feeling out of me.

I wasn't at school yesterday or today because Tony said it's better if I stay out of school until it's all done.
He said something about not wanting for people to know this before they actually sign.
It offended me a little, indicating that he doesn't trust me that I could keep this to myself. I could have, I wouldn't have want to but I would still have kept it.

But not going to school is fine with me as well. I texted Kelly and Liv to let them know and send me notes from the classes I missed.
I stare at the bag in front of me and punch it hard, frustrated with the whole situation and how Mom treats me. It's not like I'm a child who doesn't understand the situation and would make a dumb decision.
I thought about this and I don't agree with what the accords say and I know if she disagreed with them, this wouldn't be a problem.

But since we are on different sides on this, there is a conflict between us and I hate that I am not 18 and can't decide for myself. I press my lips together, pushing those thoughts out of my head and hitting the bag multiple times quickly in a row, letting out a little cry of frustration.

"Y/n?" I hear Wanda's voice and lower my hands, turning to look at her. She's standing in the doorframe, looking at me with a slightly worried expression.

When she sees my face, she quickly comes closer and cups it. She has been processing some more and with everything that happened, I didn't want to load my stuff on top of her own. Her thumb brushes over my cheek and she wipes away a few tears that I didn't realize I were crying.

"What's the matter?" She asks softly and I press my lips together, avoiding her eyes.

I look down at my hands and the bandages I put on before starting to box, so I won't hurt my knuckles while hitting the punching bag. Wanda searches for my eyes and when she realizes, she won't find them, she gently lifts my head up.

"I'm sorry, I was caught up in my own mind a lot for the last couple of days and I kinda forgot to check in with you. But I can tell that something is on your mind, not just from all this here." She gestures towards the punching bag and I bite my lip, suddenly feeling the tears pricking in my eyes and hating that this makes me cry.

"Please, talk to me. I am here for you. I know, I wasn't very available in the last few days and I am sorry for that. But I am here now and I want to help you with whatever it is, that's upsetting you." She says softly and I am finally able to lift my gaze and look into her green eyes, that are filled with worry and love.

"You don't have to apologize for needing time to process." I whisper and she nods a little.

"I know, thank you for reassuring me. I am not apologizing for that though. I am apologizing for forgetting about you and for not checking in because this clearly isn't easy for you and something is bothering you." She explains and I nod slowly.