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(Avengers) Wanda Maximoff x (powerful) Reader

Another contest between myself and Redraideryboi enjoy this half angst/ half fluff whatever u call it

You're locked away in your room again. You hurt someone. Again. It's not your fault, you just can't control yourself; yet you still blame yourself for the emotional and physical pain you inflict on others, without even speaking to, or touching, the other person.

Yeah, you have the ability to inflict pain upon people by just a single thought. You've tried to control it, but you don't know how. You constantly have to bottle things up inside of you to keep from hurting anyone. Play fake happy all the time, even when you're alone. No one knows about your powers, no one can help you. You're afraid of hurting those who get too close, so you reserve yourself, stay away from everyone. You have no friends, despite several of the avengers trying to see you, especially Bruce. The one person you have to absolutely stay away from is Wanda, the Scarlet Witch. With just a look, she can see into your mind, see the pain you inflict upon others, and your own pain, your fear of not being able to control yourself, the fear of hurting someone who gets to close.

There's a knock at your door and Jarvis' computerized voice rings throughout the room.

"Wanda Maximoff, requesting entry, Miss." He says.

"I'm not here." You reply, your heart starting to beat harder and faster in your chest.

"But you are,-"

"Tell her I'm not here."

"Alright."

The door opens regardless and the Scarlet Witch enters your room, finding you sitting there, a hint of anger and fear in your E/C eyes.

"Are you alright?" Her Sokovian accent floats through the air softly to your scared form.

You pull your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them to hold them in place. You avoid her eyes, not saying a word.

"Y/N?"

"I'm fine." You say bluntly, you hope she leaves.

Your cold shell helps to keep people away from you, to dislike you, stay away from you. Wanda steps closer.

"I don't need to read your mind to tell somethings not right." She says.

"Are you saying you've read my mind?" You question, forcing a cold bite to your tone; inside, you're frightened. You're tense as you await the answer, she can't know about your powers.

"No."

You release the breath you didn't know you'd been holding.

"Would you mind telling me whats wrong?" She asks once more.

"Yes, I would mind. There's nothing wrong." You snap.

You can feel yourself shaking, you don't want to engage in conversation with her, you don't want to hurt her.

"Please, I can help." She tries.

"Get out..." you trail off. You're trying to hold yourself back as much as you can.

She starts to make her way slowly to you, trying not to startle you or put you in a worse state than you already are. She's also resisting the urge to read your mind, she wants to hear what's wrong from your own mouth.

"Y/N...?"

"I said get out!" You almost yell.

You squeeze your eyes shut, afraid of you look at her, that you'll hurt her; but it's already too late. You hear her grunt in a muffled pain. Your eyes shoot open to look at her to see a small cut on her cheek, a small trail of blood dripping down. You sit there in shock and fear.