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Your Name Engraved Herein (Part 1)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have known Wanda since you were ten until destiny drifted you apart. What would happen when you meet her twelve years later after you join the avengers?

Warnings: Mention of blood and death, bullying, fluff

Word count: 3.2k

a/n: Here comes Wanda! I had a brief idea of how this story should go but it's still a bit messy in my brain. So feel free to tell me what you think about this setting by commenting, reblogging or sending me ask! Btw I dunno anything about Russian so I just google translate it. Please tell me if I made any mistake. And also lemme know if you want to be added in the tag list :)

Chapter 1

Novi Grad, Sokovia, 1999

You did not remember exactly when was the last time you spoke. It was probably the night when you had the last supper with your family.

It was a regular dinner, as normal as it could be. You were sharing what happened that day with your parents when they tried to correct your pronunciation and grammar as usual, “you had lunch at school with Mila, not ‘have lunch in school’, honey.”

You grumbled annoyingly, “why would I have to learn English anyway?”

Your parents exchanged chuckles and held your palm on the table. “Because your mama and papa teach English at school? Now try that again.”

You were going to retort, but the next thing you knew, something blew up at your ears and a sharp pain surged through your body. Everything went dark the next moment.

You struggled to open your eyes. The dining room you sat in moments ago was devastated now. When your gaze fell to the ground, you found your parents buried deep down under the debris. Light was dimming in their eyes, blood was draining away from their bodies and their skin grew paler as time passed by.

“Mama…papa…” As you moved your fingers to reach for them, a burning pain coursed through your body.

You tried to scream for help until you realized it was pointless. Nobody could hear you under the piles of rubber with people screaming everywhere and bombs going off nearby. Your eyes grew heavy as you felt something warm running across your face.

“Somebody please…”

Yes. This was probably the last time you spoke.

Every time when you closed your eyes, you could see your parents’ lifeless faces vividly. Sleeping itself was a nightmare to you, let alone the dreams. You thought of asking for help, from someone. Anyone.

But it did not matter anyway.

The nurses and doctors in the hospital were too busy to address you. The adults from the government department would simply pet your hair and tell you it was going to be fine, a lot of children experienced the same thing as you did, and you were going to live with them. You were going to make a lot of friends.

You tried to open your mouth to say something but nothing came out. The woman’s brows snapped together so you forced a halfhearted smile at her before she turned around and repeated exactly the same thing to the child lying on the bed next to you. But if you knew any better what she meant by ‘friends’, you would probably save it to yourself.

You felt something hit you hard on your temple as you walked into the hall for lunch. Your head was still a bit dizzy from the blow when someone bumped into your shoulder, and you fell hard on the ground.

You heard footsteps surrounding you the next second. “я сказал тебе, она не заговорит! (I told you, she won’t speak)” Someone grabbed your hair from behind and the others just cheered for whoever did that.

It started with gossiping around you when the children found out you did not talk, and it did not take long for everything to become physical once they figured out you would not snitch on them.

A voice froze everyone in the hall when you were expecting a hit on your stomach, “выстроиться в очередь и получить свою еду! (Line up and get your food)”

You noticed two children, a boy and a girl, staring at you from a distance when the others fled away. You had never seen them before. However, they turned away in sync when they felt your eyes on them.

Madame Vasiliev looked down at you, “и вам того же. (You as well)” You nodded without saying anything and walked to the end of the queue.

A sigh of exhaustion let out when you stepped into the dormitory and saw your blanket and pillow scattered on the floor, along with your books and almost everything you had under your bed. The girls snickered when they saw you frowned.

You tried hard to fight back the tears in your eyes when you picked up your belongings from the floor. The girl you saw in the afternoon was sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, which was still empty till yesterday as no one was willing to sleep besides you.

She looked at you in silence as you put the pillow and blanket back on the bed. She was probably regretting picking this bed the moment she realized you slept next to her.

You lay on the bed and covered your head with the blanket as the light turned off in the dormitory. You could not help the tears falling out from your eyes eventually.

You were surprised to find Madame Vasiliev when you entered the hall for breakfast the next morning.

You were relieved. That meant no beating up. In the morning.

You were sitting in the corner, eating alone when someone grabbed your bread from the plate. You looked up instinctively to search for Madame Vasiliev, only to find her gone already.

It was the new boy you saw yesterday. He was gloating over the bread in his hand. “What you doing Pietro?” You saw the girl approaching his back from behind. You were surprised to find her talking in English. That was the first time you heard English since your parents died.

The boy, Pietro you assumed, split the bread into halves and handed one of them to the girl. “Look what I found сестра! (sister)”

Oh…so they were siblings.

“Where did you-?” The girl stared at Pietro in confusion, her brows knitted until she met your gaze and noticed the empty plate in front of you. “Give it back to her!” You could still tell she was furious even though she lowered her voice.

“But I’m hungry! Don’t worry Wanda. She can’t talk! She won’t tell Madame Vasiliev.” Pietro tried to persuade her but Wanda just glared at him.

“Leave her alone, Pietro! I’ll give you mine in lunch.” Pietro pouted at his sister and grimaced at you before putting the bread back onto your plate.

You blinked in confusion at what had just happened. You met Wanda’s gaze again and she was looking at you apologetically. “Я сожалею о том, что он сделал. (I’m sorry for what he had done)”

You looked down at your lap and fidgeted your fingers. You could tell she was turning around and leaving at the peripheral of your vision. You tried to open your mouth -

“Thank you.” Your voice was raspy, probably because you had not spoken in a long time.

Wanda turned around and you could tell she was shocked to hear your voice.

You were shocked to hear your voice.

“So you can speak. And in English.” She tilted her head and sized you up in interest.

“I-I…”

“Wanda! Leave her there!” You were cut off by Pietro who grabbed Wanda’s wrist and urged her to leave. “The others are looking!”

It was when you looked around and felt people’s gaze on you. You looked down on your bread again and Wanda was no longer next to you anymore.

You were not sure why you did that. But you followed Wanda all the way once breakfast time was over. You stood right behind her when you were lining up. You left your usual spot and sat at the other end of the long table where Wanda was during lunch. You grabbed a book and stayed in the same corner with her during free time.

You could feel Pietro’s glare on you everytime when you were around, but you chose to ignore that.

Both Pietro and Wanda did not talk to you though. It was until Wanda finished her dinner first and went to place her utensils in the cart when Pietro sat down next to you, “if you walk closer to my sister again, I’ll beat you. We aren’t friends even though she helped you.”

He left you alone when Wanda returned back to her seat. You tried to glance at her from the corner of your eyes, but all you could see was Pietro gesturing his fist towards you. You drifted your gaze immediately and did not dare to look at Wanda again.

Wanda was watching the television with her parents and Pietro in the living room. The four of them. Until the Stark Industry shell hit their house.

“Mama…papa…”

She hid under the bed with Pietro as the second shell hit their house, landing just three feet away from her face.

The red light on the shell was blinking and beeping fiercely as time passed by. When she thought the bomb was going to go off, everything blurred and she was watching the television again. The four of them.

“No…please no…”

A gentle pat on her arm roused Wanda from her sleep. She sprang open her eyes, her chest heaving, and she could feel her pillow dampened. Wanda tried to catch her breath as she felt someone tightened the grip on her hand. It was the girl sleeping next to her bed, looking worriedly at her.

“I’m sorry…did I wake you?” Wanda whispered. The girl just smiled sheepishly and shook her head.

The girl hummed a lullaby softly. It was so soft that Wanda almost missed it if she was not standing next to her bed. But still, she recognized the song. It was the one her mum used to sing to Pietro and her when they were small.

Her eyes grew heavy again. This time she did not wake until the morning.

Wanda was the first to wake up in the dormitory. She looked at the bed next to her instinctively but only to find it empty. She scanned the room and found the girl dozing off on the ground, holding her knees to herself and curling up like a ball.

She was about to wake her when Madame Vasiliev rushed in. “вставайте, дамы! (Get up ladies)”

Wanda walked into the hall with Pietro for breakfast. She was expecting the girl to sit at the same table with her as yesterday. Yet she was sitting in her usual corner again. Alone.

“I think she will sit with us.”

“She better not.” Pietro mumbled when he was popping the food into his mouth.

“Pietro!” Wanda sized his brother up suspiciously, “did you do anything to her?”

“…No!” Pietro choked on the water and avoided eye contact with her.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Wanda shook her head and looked over her shoulder again. The girl was picking up her bread from the ground and looked hesitantly at it. Wanda was not sure if she dropped it by herself accidentally or if anyone did it on purpose. “Is she going to -”

Wanda grabbed her plate and moved across the room. Pietro was shocked as she stood up from the seat and tried to stop her from behind, “Wanda!”

The girl was startled when she sat across the table. Wanda split her bread into halves and handed one of them to the girl, “don’t eat the food that fell on the ground.”

The girl did not reach for the bread. Instead, she glanced timidly at Pietro who sighed and sat next to her sister unwillingly.

“Take it.” Wanda forced the bread into her hand. “He’s Pietro Maximoff. I’m Wanda. We’re twins.”

“I'm twelve minutes older than her.” Pietro propped his chin on his hand.

“Pietro!”

The girl in front of them chuckled and whispered, “I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

Novi Grad, Sokovia, 2002

Wanda lay on the ground with you, both of you spacing out.

“I wonder when we can leave this place,” you mumbled when staring at the sky.

Wanda chuckled softly and turned her face at you. “You’ve been repeating the same thing for three years, Y/N.”

“And yet I’m still here.” You sighed and stretched yourself on the ground.

“What do you want to do if you can leave?”

“I want to eat cake. Chocolate cake.” You ran your hand in your hair embarrassingly when Wanda laughed at your answer.

“Y/N! Мадам Васильева ищет тебя! (Madame Vasiliev’s looking for you)” A girl shouted when running past you.

Thanks to Pietro’s friendship with the boys…and the girls in the orphanage, the kids left you alone since the Maximoffs hung out with you. They did not become friends with you, but neither were they as hostile as they were when you first moved here.

Wanda and you exchanged glances with each other, both of you frowning. “Why does Madame Vasiliev want to see you?”

You shrugged with confusion before getting up. “I’ll meet you later.”

Wanda nodded and waved goodbye at you.

You knocked on the door and waited for the “come in” before turning the handle.

You saw Madame Vasiliev sitting in her usual spot, as well as two adults sitting across from her in the guest chairs. They turned around and smiled at you as you stepped into the room.

You recognized they were the visitors last week. The children were so excited as they came since they were generous in giving out snacks and stationery. Some of them still talked about their visit till now.

“Good evening, Madame Vasiliev. Good evening, Sir and Madame.” You fidgeted your fingers behind your back nervously when you greeted them, not sure if you had done anything wrong on the day of their visit.

Three of them nodded and smiled satisfactorily at you as Madame Vasiliev gestured you to walk closer and stand next to her.

“Y/N, I believe you remember Sir and Madame Fedorov visited us last week. They’re actually here looking for a child to adopt.” Your eyes widened in surprise at what Madame Vasiliev was insinuating.

The lady, Madame Fedorov, walked closer and knelt down in front of you to meet your gaze. “I can’t wait for you to join our family!” She was smiling softly when talking to you.

You could feel your heart beating fiercely as Madame Vasiliev continued to speak, “you’re leaving with Sir and Madame Fedorov tomorrow. Go back to your room and get yourself ready.”

You nodded dumbly until Madame Vasiliev waved you off. Both Sir and Madame Fedorov hugged you before you left the room.

It was like a dream. Everything was perfect. More than perfect.

You had been living here for three years and you understood how rare a child could be adopted in times like this. Most of all, the man and the woman seemed nice and wealthy enough to provide you a better life out of this cage.

But then why did your stomach twitch all the way when you were walking into your dormitory?

All the girls stopped chatting the moment you stepped into the room. You could feel their gaze on your back as you shoved your belongings into a bag.

You looked over to the bed next to you, only to find Wanda’s back at you. You tried to whisper her name a few times but she did not respond. Maybe she was asleep already. You wondered if she knew you were leaving tomorrow.

You could not sleep.

It had been a while since the light turned off in the dormitory, and yet you could not sleep even though you knew tomorrow was going to be a big day. You could not afford to screw it up.

Your mind was drifting as you felt someone slid into your blanket. You moved to the side to free the space for her. Just as usual.

“I thought you’re asleep.” You whispered and turned around to look at Wanda, but she had her eyes squeezed shut.

Neither of you spoke for a while until Wanda broke the silence, “when are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“That’s fast.”

You nodded without saying anything. You thought she fell asleep again until you saw the tears falling from the corner of her eyes and dampened your pillow.

Wanda still had her eyes squeezed shut.

“Wanda…” You squeezed her hand under the blanket and snuggled closer to her.

“I’m happy for you, Y/N.” Wanda finally opened her eyes and forced a reassuring smile at you. “You can finally leave this place.”

“I’ll miss you,” you whispered and tried to wipe your own tears running down your cheeks with your sleeves. But they just kept falling.

“I-I’ll miss you too. Just…remember to write to me and tell me what you’ve done outside.” Tears were shimmering in her eyes.

“I will.”

Most of the children went to the front door the next day when you were going to leave. You knew they did not come to say goodbye to you, but just to admire the car and in hopes of getting some more candies.

Your gaze swept over the crowd to look for Wanda. However, you could only find Pietro forcing his way through the crowd and wrapped you up in a tight hug.

“I’ll miss you. Take good care of yourself Pietro…and Wanda as well.” You tried hard to hold back the tears as you pulled away.

“You too Y/N. I told Wanda to come down and say goodbye to you. But I guess she’s too upset.”

You nodded but you still looked at the crowd instinctively for one last time, hoping to see her face at the last minute.

No such luck.

Sir and Madame Fedorov urged you to get in the car and you complied eventually.

2 days later

You found Wanda leaning against the corridor when you walked out of Madame Vasiliev’s room.

You almost lost your balance when Wanda threw herself at you the moment she saw you. “I don’t believe Pietro when he told me you’re back…what happened Y/N?”

“I-uh…I suppose I’m not their ideal daughter,” you tried to laugh it off and turned your face slightly to the left as Wanda pulled away.

You were hoping she would not notice the mark but apparently you underestimated her. “Wh-what happened?” You hissed when Wanda tried to touch your face, “did they - oh my god…did they hit you?”

“What’s your punishment again Y/L/N?” You froze when you heard the door slammed open behind you.

“No food for three days. And I have to clean the orphanage until you tell me to st-”

Madame Vasiliev slapped you in your face again before you could finish the sentence. “Then why are you still standing here? Do. It. Now!” Madame Vasiliev almost forced the word out through her clenched jaw and you could feel your face burning, from both pain and embarrassment.

You nodded and ran off immediately as you heard footsteps following you in the back.

Wanda grabbed your wrist when you turned around the corner. “Y/N…your face…What should I…”

You flashed a reassuring grin to her. “Don’t worry. It’s…I-it’s nothing.”

Wanda’s eyes welled up. “Don’t lie to me! Madame Vasiliev was never so angry at you! What did you-did you do anything to them?”

“I…I called them ‘Сволочь (scum)’.”

“What-why?” Wanda’s jaw was dropping on the ground and you could not help yourself but giggled.

“I think…uh it’s because they stink.”

Both of you burst into laughter so hard that you forgot the pain on your face for a while.

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