Alex's POV

With the sharp words Wanda spits at me, I flinch. I knew she wouldn't exactly be happy, but I didn't expect this.

"Sunshine.."

"No! Do not 'sunshine' me. What the fuck Alex?!What the hell was that?! Why are you here? How are you teleporting? Why the fuck is this the first time I'm seeing any of this?!"

Her words hurt. She is clearly pissed. And all of the questions are valid. I knew I should have talked to her about everything sooner. I was an asshole for keeping it from her for so long. So it's about time I told her the truth.

I step forward in hopes of holding her hand but she steps back from me once again, pulling at my heartstrings as she does.

I swallow the sob that threatens to escape before I speak.

"I'm sorry, Wanda. I had meant to talk to you about this before. Actually, I was going to tell you today. I had this dinner all planned and.."

She scoffs, "yeah. Isn't that real convenient. You were JUST going to tell me today. Bullshit."

I close my eyes taking deep breath.

"I was.. I.. I know I should have told you sooner. I never expected.."

"Expected what?!" Damn. Maybe she's not saying the words, but her tone is laced with the mistrust and anger she's feeling.

"I never thought I would fall for an avenger! I didn't expect you, okay! You.. you weren't suppose to affect me like this. You weren't suppose to become a permanent fixture in my life!"

She crosses her arms, a flash of red in her eyes making me hesitate.

"Oh, well I'm just so sorry that I interrupted your life and ruined everything for you!"

My hands fly up to my hair, "that's not what I meant! Agh!" None of this is unfolding how I expected it to. I take the chance and step closer to her again.

She doesn't move. I take this as progress and press on, "I meant that in the best way possible. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I never expected anything so amazing to happen to me. But you did. You're here. So I never thought I would have to expose this part of myself to anyone let alone an avenger.."

She cuts me off again, "avenger. Why do you keep saying that like it's a poison you just swallowed?!"

"Because I know what you all are! I know what would happen if you all knew what I was. And I didn't want to be that. I've spent my life trying not to be that. The avengers were a poison. That's what I was taught."

"I don't even know what you mean by that!"

"I wasn't suppose to explain it like this! I didn't think it would be this complicated!" I'm so frustrated at myself for not being able to string the right words together and for letting it get this out of hand.

This is quickly spiraling out of any sort of control with no hope of gaining it back. If I don't put a stop to this quick, I don't know where we might end up. And that thought terrifies me.

I look at her, seeing her restrain herself from releasing her magic on me, from letting out everything she's had pent up. She's waiting for me to keep going, to make the next move, to make this make sense.

But I also see a small trail of blood on her cheek and nothing else really matters. Like everyone else, she should be in medbay being checked out.

I instantly deflate and attempt to slowly approach her, hoping she'll let me.

"Wanda.. I." Deep breath. "I want to explain everything to you. And I will. But please, please let me take you to medbay to be checked out."

She crosses her arms closing off more of herself to me, setting her jaw.

I know those motions. I know what they mean; she's shutting down and shutting me out. I did not give her the answer she was hoping for.

But I truly do want to make sure she's okay, so I try again, "please, sunshine." I risk the use of the nickname, she doesn't stop me. "I just want to make sure you're okay. Then we can talk. About all of it." As one last leap, I reach for her arms unfolding them, placing our hands together.

There's silence. I see the internal struggle happening behind her eyes; trying to decide if she trust me, if she can let this go for now.

I feel it, when she gives in. Her stiff posture giving way to a more relaxed one.

"Fine. Let's go to medbay. We will BOTH get checked over. We'll make sure everyone else is fine. But we WILL talk about this right after."

Despite her relaxed form, her voice gives away anything but.

I swallow harshly, "of course, Wanda. Whatever you need. I just want to make sure you and everyone else are okay."

She gives a brief nod of her head as a signal that she's okay to go. So we do.

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Once at the compound, everything was a little hectic. I've been here before, of course, but had no sense of direction for where the medical wing could be. (Or that they even had one.) so I had to follow Wanda like a lost puppy as she raced to see how her friends were doing.

We came to a quick stop outside of double doors. I sense her hesitation, so I push open the doors myself, grab her hand in mine, and pull us through the doorway.

It's even more hectic in here.

People are rushing around, doctors, some nurses, Bannar and Tony. They're trying to focus on the ones that had it the worst; Natasha and Peter. Some of the others have bandaids or gauze wrapped around them to cover up a wound, but it's clear they aren't worried about those.

I let go of Wandas hand and start playing with the rings on my fingers, a slow panic starting to build in my chest.

I caused this. They're all here because of me.

There's so many people in here, too many noises; the shouting, the beeping, the clanging of tools. It's all closing in on me.

Not again.

But then there's an arm that wraps itself around me and pulls me close to them.

I sigh once I realize it's Wanda, letting her bring me back down to earth. It's good to know she still cares. This gives me some kind of hope.

And we stay like this as we watch them work, not really able to offer much assistance but wanting to make sure they're okay.

It's like watching a scripted play; everyone knows their part and their priority is their patient, nothing else.

It's like we aren't even here.

Which is probably for the bast.

That is until there's a loud bang.

I turn to find a dark haired woman with crazy worried eyes who looks like she's been crying.

"Where is she? Where the fuck is my girlfriend?!"

Girlfriend? Who in here has a girlfriend?

Worried eyes must find who she's after because she's pushing past everyone to get to her.

It's Nat.

Oh shit. Right, this is Nats girlfriend, Spencer.

It's been a little while and we were drunk, okay?

She's by her side holding her hand to her mouth instantly. I can't hear what she's saying to her, but I can tell new tears are making their way toward the ground.

"Bruce. Don't lie to me. What's wrong? What does she need? Is she going to be okay?" She asks in pure terror.

I don't get to hear what he says as he stands next to her to, I assume, explaining everything. She nods her head a few times as her gaze stays on her girlfriend.

This is all killing me.

I can't stand here not knowing what's happening any longer, I need answers, too.

I need to know what I did.

"Is everyone going to be okay?" I speak up, a slight crack in my voice as my worry shines through.

And it's like they all finally realized I was even in here, having completely ignored my existence until right now as their heads all turned toward me simultaneously.

I hold my breath. I'm experiencing a mixture of emotions here ranging from confusion to anger to pain.

I want to say something else; apologize or explain. But my throat is suddenly too try and my brain forgot how to form any words. I stand frozen under their scrutiny.

It's a stare off. A very uncomfortable one, might I add. I feel like they're each taking a turn to pull a piece of me apart and dissect it. It's grueling and unbearable.

Dramatic?

No. Not really. Have you ever had every avenger stare you down?

Didn't think so.

I thought I'd find my friends behind some of these faces still, but the longer we stand here, the more I've come to the conclusion that they're long gone.

All of this is only a moment or two but eternity can mean anything.

Most people go back to helping the injured while a few take steps towards me, making me want to disappear.

"You. You fucking bitch. What the fuck did you do?"