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Of The Line (7)

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Summary: The team take to Sokovia, and everything begins to unravel for YN

Warnings: fluff, everything that comes with fights, minor character death, YN and Steve make plans for a future they may never have, Gio and YN are badass, Pietro is a darling flirt

Words: 3K (she lied like a liar)

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The water dripped from the ceiling onto the stone floors of the basement, and YN’s skin erupted with goosebumps at the chill of the dungeon. Her, Giovanna and Bruce were walking down the stairs looking for Natasha desperately— the plan was simple. Help her dad find Natasha, make sure they got to safety and then return to the mainland to help the team fight Ultron.

“Natasha!” YN shouted into the empty room. Giovanna mimicked her call and it was only when her dad called for Nat that she responded.

“Guys?” She called out and they all sprinted towards the sound. Natasha was locked into an actual cell, bars and all, and YN and Giovanna rushed to them, clutching them in their hands and helping Natasha to her feet. She seemed tired but overall relatively healthy.

“You okay?” Giovanna almost sobbed, reaching through a gap in the bars and pulling her closer. YN did so too, needing her other best friend close after all the worry of her being kidnapped.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” She whispered, voice raspy.

“The team's in the city, it's about to light up,” YN informed her and Natasha clenched her jaw, rolled her shoulders and nodded. “Civilians are being evacuated as we speak and Dad’s gonna take you out of here to safety.”

“Job's not finished.”

“You guys could help with the evacuation, but dad can't be in a fight near civilians. And you've done plenty. Your fight is over.” YN reassured and Natasha dropped her head in relief.

“I’m so tired. Did you find a key anywhere?”

“Yeah, I did.” Bruce piped up and YN and Giovanna squealed and ran when he held up a gun the size of his torso. He blasted the lock away and YN bumped his shoulder.

“I knew you were just as crazy as I was.”

“Where do you think you got it from?”

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The sky was falling. Literally, rocks were falling on them and dust was in their eyes and YN needed an inhaler because she just couldn’t breathe. Giovanna had summoned her suit and was protecting the other three as well as she could, but it didn’t stop a few rocks from striking any of them in the head or shoulder.

“We gotta move.” She grunted as a rather large slab of cement broke over her shoulders.

YN turned to her dad whose eyes were darting around anxiously. “You’re not gonna turn green?” She asked. She could feel her own skin start filling with gamma ad=nd the muscles in her body begin to grow— she didn’t know how he did it. They came upon a cavern int their search for a flight of stairs, and they ran put to the edge of a hole to see if there was any way out.

“I've got a compelling reason not to lose my cool.” He looked down at his baby girl and she smiled fondly.

"I adore you.” She whispered, cupping his cheek and ignoring the way her heart was beating in her throat. “But I need the other guy.”

And with that, she shoved her own father over the edge and turned her eyes away from the hole, not needing to see her fathers body hit the ground. That didn’t, however, brace her for the sound of him landing and then a dull, confused roar echoing in their ears.

There was the sound of two dustbin lid-sized feet hitting the ground and YN turned to see The Big Guy grinning down at her. She smiled despite herself— whenever Big Guy decided to show his face to her, he was almost as threatening to her as a golden retriever was.

“Hey, bud.” She forced a smile on her face and he smiled back, not realizing that YN’s was very much fake.

“Let’s go be heroes.” She said, taking Giovanna’s free hand (the other was already holding on to Natasha) and blasted off through the glass ceiling.

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Natasha was dropped off as soon as they hit the flying city— not having much will or practice to be hanging from Giovanna as she flew one hundred kilometres an hour through the air. Giovanna took YN to one of the back streets— a place of the town that seemed to be mostly populated by the robot minions, and dropped YN on the ground.

“Do we know how to shut them down?” YN asked, pulled a gun from her thigh holster and shooting an incoming droid in the neck, blowing it apart. “Like that, I guess.” She hummed.

“Steve said we had to take out all of them so He didn’t get away,” Giovanna grunted as she blasted through ten more robots.

“He does realise only like, three of us can fly, right?” YN jumped off of a wrecked car and onto the back of a flying robot, tearing its head off with her bare hands. She crashed back to the ground and held her bleeding fingers to her chest.

“Yeah, but he also realizes we’re too stubborn to let that stop us.” Giovanna replied, motioning for her to turn her comm systems to the main channel. YN did and was immediately greeted with a grunt from Steve. Giovanna laughed loudly at the expression on YN’s face.

“Happy you could join the party.” Steve gasped. There was the sound of crunching metal and then him huffing out another breath of air.

“You really do have skewed versions of what a party is, don’t you?” Natasha replied.

“Awe, family reunion! This is cute.” YN cooed playfully, reloading her pistol and firing three more times. There was a crash of a door and an arrow barely skimmed the tip of YN’s nose and plunged into the eye socket of a robot crawling its way towards her. Her head whipped around to see Clint join them from a building to their left.

“Watch where you’re pointing that thing, will you?” YN shouted, heart racing fast in her chest. Clint shrugged and knocked another arrow.

“I never miss, you know that.” He smiled.

“You did that one time—“ Giovanna teased above them, landing on a car a few feet away and firing at a hoard of droids.

“Yeah it was one time, and I was blackout drunk. Can we not bring that up? Nat okay?”

“Natasha is stubborn and more of a fighter than any of us will ever be,” YN replied, half sarcastic.

“She’s still fighting isn’t she?”

“Yeah.” Just as she spoke, thirty more droids flew down on them, firing their blasters and Giovanna covered YN’s body just in time to shield her from a small incoming missile. They were both thrown back against an already partially crushed car, and YN swore she could feel her ribs crack at the impact.

“Christ.” YN gasped once the air filled her lungs again. She shrunk down as Giovanna soared up once more, and when she went to grab more ammunition, her hand clasped on her empty belt.

“Uh— guys, I’m out already,” YN said into her comms to no avail— the team was already overwhelmed themselves. “Okay, fine, I’ll do this myself.” She whined and pulled her Widow batons from her thighs and turned them on— the thrum of electricity making the hair on her arms stand on end.

“Well,” Giovanna grunted as she was thrown hard into the ground, creating a 5 foot 3 crater around her body. “I’m officially overwhelmed.”

Just as YN was about to attack one of the droids with a fancy stick, one of the building doors crashed open and they were surrounded by an odd red mist. It wrapped around their limbs gently, protecting them as it also tore the robots limb from limb— arms and legs and torsos flying every which way.

YN turned to see Wanda storm out, her eyes glowing red and a determined snarl on her face. She manipulated the red mist easily, and YN was filled with an immediate sense of relief as she stood and watched the forty-some robots die in front of their eyes.

“Have I ever told you that it’s great to meet you?” YN asked as she walked closer. The girl, instead of smirking and saying something that would probably come out of her brother's mouth, frowned and stood in front of her sheepishly.

“I am sorry I got into your head like that. That was not fair play.” And YN’s heart swelled at her words. She threw her arm around the teenage girl's shoulder and gave her a comforting one-armed hug.

“It’s all good. There’s no room for fair play when you feel like your life is in danger.” YN smiled softly and Wanda held her chin higher than she was.

“Sorry to interrupt the sap fest,” Giovanna sighed as she stumbled over to the pair. “But this isn’t a movie, we don’t have time to have ‘feeling talks’ right now. Let’s go play dirty, yeah?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Clint joined them, then— pressing one finger to his ear and calling the team. “All clear on the East side of the city.”

“We are not clear!” Steve sounded like he was in pain, and there was a grunt from him. YN looked frantically to Giovanna who seemed to understand and reached out her hand, ready to take off to drop YN off to help Steve. “We are very not clear!”

“On our way, Cap.” YN rushed and gripped Giovanna’s arm just in time for her to be scooped up into someone’s arms. She looked up and saw Pietro smiling down at her, his silver hair haloed by the hot sun above him and a twinkle in his eyes that suggested they were not in any sort of battle at all.

“Climb on, Monkey.” He said to Wanda and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Let’s go save your Captain.” And then he sped off.

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She was dropped off on the opposite end of the city too quickly, and Pietro let her down slowly, making sure she got her footing right before letting her go. YN smiled briefly at him before running and sliding on her knees to stick her head in a bush and throw up at the G’s they had seemed to pull in his haste to move quickly.

“We are never doing that again— wait, have you gotten shot already?” YN panted as she looked disbelievingly at Pietro's bleeding arm. She took his hand and he pulled her to her feet, using the torn piece fo fabric to wipe the corners of YN’s mouth.

“You will get used to it.” He winked, and he looked down at his shoulder— the wound no more than a mere scratch now. “And it didn’t hurt that much. Not as much as your punch.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Maximoff.” YN smiled and scoped the edge of the city for Steve and Natasha.

“I have a few places in mind.” He murmured before running off and leaving YN a breathless, red mess in the middle of the street. Wanda walked up beside her and nudged her.

“I have never seen someone give Piet a run for his money in the flirting department. They always turn bright red and blubber words until he loses interest.” She smiled and watched the blue blur that was her brother run back and forth across the plaza in front of them. YN could only huff out a self-satisfied breath and begin jogging to the nearest crashing commotion.

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“Captain! Steve!” YN coughed through the dust where her tracker said he was. He could hear cries of pain and worried voices of the locals muttering not far and she yelped when he came hurtling out of the smoke— not seeing her and not stopping quite in time. He caught her forearms as she was sent spiralling backwards and pulled her to him, making sure she was free of wounds before letting her go. He let out a surprised huff when she curled her arms around his neck and buried her face in the spot behind his ear.

“I’m happy you’re alive.” She whispered before pulling back. He was grateful his face was so dirty that she was unable to see his blush on his face. God, she made him feel like he was fourteen again trying to even get close to making eye contact with Marriette O’Connell in ninth grade.

“I’m happy you’re alive, too.” He replied, seemingly awestruck. Instead of saying just how happy he was to see her, there was a scream from the distance and he pulled away, speaking once more into his comms.

“Guys, we’re leading the civilians to the town hall. Try to meet us there.” She took Wanda’s hand and pulled her along after Steve who was stumbling through the debris of fallen buildings.

Giovanna, Natasha and Clint were there already, and Natasha raised her eyebrows at the sight of Wanda wearing her favourite red jacket.

“That’s my jacket.” She commented and Wanda shifted nervously.

“She’s with us,” Steve replied.

“Still doesn’t explain the jacket.”

“There are still civilians hiding in the buildings.” Wanda was not looking at any of them, but at the buildings around them, her eyes glowing that familiar red.

“The airs getting thin,” YN panted, leaning against one of the pillars holding the building up. “If we go much higher, we’re going to start dropping like flies.”

“Okay,” Steve said, anxiety in his voice at YN’s expression of discomfort. He looked at Wanda. “Get them here, Barton, cover her six.”

“And what do we do?” Giovanna asked.

“We fight robots.” He replied, and YN nodded breathlessly as Natasha handed her a few magazines of ammunition.

“Thank you.” She whispered and steeled herself before pushing off the pillar, stumbling a little and catching herself.

“Fight robots?” Pietro appeared seemingly out of thin air, handing Steve a disconnected metal arm and walking over to YN. He looked her up and down as if looking for any injury since she left him and nodded once he found she was just slightly breathless from the altitude.

“Take it easy, Sweet Girl.” He hummed and brushed her cheek gently with the backs of his fingers. Her eyelids fluttered slightly and she straightened up to her full height.

“No promises.” She replied, forcing a charming smile on her face. He mirrored it and patted her shoulder twice.

“That is my girl.” He swaggered back to Steve whose jaw was clenched and whose eyes were filled with nothing but loathing. “We fight robots today, yeah?” He asked before jetting off once more. Steve bristled in his wake and without sparing YN a single glance, took off into the battle once more.

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The battle went about the same— fists through metal breastplates and broken knuckles and tired grunts. YN, Natasha and Steve all held down the east side of the town hall without too much struggle and when there was a slight reprieve from the crashing of vibranium, YN and Natasha leaned against a car, trying their best to catch their breath.

The altitude was taking its toll on the girls, and they were dizzy and short of breath to the point that fighting for more than thirty seconds rendered them almost useless.

Natasha was joined shortly by Steve who looked out over the tops of the clouds and sighed. “The next wave's gonna hit any minute. What have you got, Stark?”

“Well, nothing great. Maybe a way to blow up the city. That'll keep it from impacting the surface if you guys can get clear.” Tony sounded anxious— this was nothing more than a plan to abandon their work, and if Tony of all people was planning on cutting something like this short than there may have been no other solution. YN walked over to Steve and Natasha took his other side, joining him.

“I asked for a solution, not an escape plan,” Steve replied, voice short. YN put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed, making him look at her. Immediately, the tension left his shoulders when he saw her wide, sad eyes.

“This is the solution, Stevie. We both know this rock isn’t going to come down pretty— the less damage Tony can do, the better.” She murmured and he shook his head stubbornly, making YN roll her eyes.

“Cap, these people are going nowhere. If Stark finds a way to blow this rock—“ Natasha started but Steve cut her off with a hard glare.

“Not 'til everyone's safe.”

Natasha could have snarled out of frustration. “Everyone up here versus everyone down there? There's no math there!” She half-shouted, and YN peeked around Steve’s shoulder, nodding her head and telling Natasha that it was time for her to give the pair some alone time. Natasha glowered at Steve before turning and stomping away.

“I'm not leaving this rock with one civilian on it.” He said to YN, voice softer and lacking the Captain gusto. YN sighed, and threw all caution to the wind, taking off her glove and shucking off his own before wrapping her hand around his, intertwining their fingers and making his breath stutter in his chest.

“She didn’t say we should leave it, Steve.” She whispered loud enough for him to hear over the wind. He blinked, and a flash of fear crossed his face.

“No, YN. I can’t— you’re so young you have such a life to live.” He said, turning to her. She smiled sadly and shook her head. Her free hand reached up to wipe away some blood dripping from a gash on his cheekbone.

Without looking away from him, she smiled and her eyes filled with tears, they flickered down to his lips once before going back to his crystal blue ones. “There are worse ways to go. Where else am I gonna get a view like this?” She sighed and despite his heartbreaking in his chest, he felt his stomach flip.

“There’s so much you have to see.” His voice cracked and she let a few tears trail their paths through the dirt on her face.

“Tell me about them.”

“The Alps.” He replied immediately. “Not the Swiss ones, the French ones. In the summer. It gets so hot there but the breeze coming off the mountains is the most refreshing thing. I’d show you everywhere me and Bucky went and I would tell you stories about the things we did. You would have liked Bucky— you both have the exact same temperament and nerdiness about you.” He tried to crack a smile but it just came off as a painful grimace.

She choked out a half-laugh and stepped closer. “I think I would like to take you to Peru. The mountains there are gorgeous and we could have lunch at Machu Picchu. Take a picnic or something and feed the Alpacas even though you’re really not supposed to. Dad took me there when I was ten— we saved a lot of lives there.”

He hummed and his free hand cupped the side of her neck, tracing over the line of her jaw and hovering over a bruise swelling there.

“You picked a place, and I picked a place. Where’s one place you haven’t been to, yet?” He whispered.

“I haven’t been to Athens, yet. Gio went last year alone because I that pneumonia.” She said, and he chuckled.

“You’re like a baby when you’re sick. But yeah, I haven’t been to Athens. Maybe we can make our own memories and stories.”

“I would like that,” YN whispered, more tears falling from her eyes. He ducked his head and just as his nose was about to touch her own, there was crackling over their comm system ad a deep voice echoed in their ears.

“How about I give you the chance to actually do those things and keep it out of everyone's head?” Nick Fury’s voice echoed and Steve jumped away just in time to watch as the largest airbase they had ever seen fly into sight.

“Fury, you son of a bitch.” Steve cursed, half annoyed that his moment with YN was interrupted but relieved neither of them was going to die. Pietro popped up beside the two of them and Steve made to take a side step further away from YN, remembering how much she had been flirting with the boy only half an hour before.

“Oooh! You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Fury joked and YN could have cried at the right of flying lifeboats coming to land on the edge of the city.

“This is SHIELD?” Pietro wondered in awe.

“This is what SHIELD's supposed to be.” YN and Steve echoed, in equal amazement.

“This is not so bad.”

"Let's load 'em up.”

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Evacuating the city was easy enough— the citizens all wanted to get the hell out so it was only a matter of dividing the people into groups of 200 and then making sure nobody was trampled. They were all called tot he cathedral in the centre of the city soon after, and fighting the robots all together in order to protect the drill was epic in its own mind, despite neither Tony, YN or Giovanna had time or breath to make witty, sarcastic comments as they worked with the rest of the team to deplete Ultron’s bodies.

Then, Giovanna, Vision, Thor, and Tony all put their full blast onto Ultron before Bruce had punted him no less than a mile away.

“We gotta move out. Even I can tell the air is getting thin. You guys get to the boats, I'll sweep for stragglers, be right behind you.” Steve gasped as he watched anyone who could fly take off after the robots. YN nodded.

“I’ll stay with you, then.” She said and he looked at her. His expression was one of annoyance, protectiveness and amusement.

“You will get your ass onto one of those lifeboats or else—“

“Or else what?”

“Just to it, Banner,” Steve commanded and YN rolled her eyes, turning and going to walk away before facing him once more. She pulled him into a hug, and kissed the side of his neck adoringly, and he flushed red and buried his face into the side of her head.

“Come back safe, Steve,” YN whispered into his ear and he allowed the shiver he would have repressed under any other circumstance to shake his spine.

“I will always come back to you, YN.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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“Dad!” YN shouted as she hopped out of the back of the racer Clint and Natasha had found. He was in a park, tearing the slide in two when she found him, and he looked at her and growled, throwing the plastic the ground and stepping on it so it lay flat against the gravel.

She put his extra clothes on a bench she passed and walked over to her dad, hands out. He looked at her, and Big Guy seemed to recognize her. He stepped forward and YN smiled encouragingly.

“You did amazing things, today Dad. You were a hero. How about you shrink down for a bit and when we get home I’ll make some cheesecake? We can eat the whole thing in the lab if you want.” YN started talking and she could see the green fling from Hulks skin.

“And you can even wear your cartoon T-Shirts and I won’t even tease you about it? Maybe I can wear one and we can match, okay?” YN continued, and just as she held out her hand to wrap around one of his fingers, there was the sound of gunfire, a splitting pain at the spot just above her kidney and then black.

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YN woke up the sound of steady beeping— slow, but steady. The room she was in was filled with sunlight— she could see it through her closed eyelids, and someone was playing the most recent Tame Impala album. There was the smell of flowers, floating around, but the scent wasn’t strong enough to cover up the equally strong scent of cleaner and antiseptic.

She grunted and lolled her head to the side to find a freshly showered, tired-looking Giovanna.

“You look like shit.” YN’s voice was raspy and Giovanna’s head shot up so fast YN was surprised she didn’t sway in her seat.

“You’re alive!” She whisper-shouted, voice thick with emotion. Giovanna immediately stood from her pouty chair she was sitting in by the open window and motioned for YN to move over so she could sit by her hips, facing her. There was a hint of dread in her face, and YN’s monitor picked up.

“What happened.” YN deadpanned and Giovanna dropped her gaze nervously. “Who died?”

“YN I’m so sorry—“ Giovanna whispered, and YN’s heart monitor beeped louder. She tried to push herself onto her elbows, but she had been out so long her muscles were weak with exhaustion.

“Who. Died.”

“Pietro. He died saving Clint and this kid.” Giovanna’s voice was barely audible but YN heard it as if the girl had screamed the words.

“No. No, no, no, no, no— he can’t— he couldn’t. No.” YN found herself finding it harder and harder to breathe, and it looked like Giovanna was biting her tongue to stop more bad news from spilling out.

“I’m so sorry, YN— Dios mío.” She whispered as she pressed an oxygen mask to YN’s face. She waited thirty seconds before pulling it away.

“Something else happened.” YN gasped, pressing the oxygen to her face again, and Giovanna started crying. She leaned over YN’s body and pressed her face to her chest.

“YN, please— I don’t—“ Giovanna whimpered and YN lay frozen, making no move to comfort her like she would have normally— the dread in her body seemed to paralyze her bones.

“What, Gio?”

“Your dad— he’s. He’s missing. There hasn’t been any contact with him for a week. We had to keep you sedated so your gunshots and ribs would heal faster, but we couldn’t— YN no, you can’t get up—“

“I need to find him. Only I can find him. He must be— he has to be so scared and only I can find him and calm him down.” YN rushed, pulling censors off of her chest and arms and tearing out IV’s.

“YN no, he’s gone. There’s no trace of him on the planet.” Giovanna rushed around and pushed YN back, making her weakened body tumble back onto the bed.

“Dad’s gone?” YN whimpered, and Giovanna’s heart broke as how small her best friend looked. Instead of replying, Giovanna pulled YN to her and let the girl cry big, heaving sobs into her stomach for hours. Only until YN’s voice disappeared and she swayed in her seat was Giovanna able to push her back to the bed and pull the blankets around her chin.

“I’m so sorry, Bubs.”

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It was another two weeks later YN was released on all basis— her wound had healed perfectly, and while it still shattered her that both Pietro and her father had disappeared from her life, YN continued to repress the fears that her dream had surfaced. Giovanna wouldn’t leave her. Steve wouldn’t leave her. She could place the rest of her bets on them— she had lost the bet on her father, but two-thirds were still pretty good odds, right?

Outside of the compound, Steve and Tony were walking.

“I will miss you, Tony.” Steve clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder and Tony nodded, looking out to the window where YN and Giovanna had their arms wrapped around the other, watching from YN’s physical therapy session. Tony wouldn’t be gone long, and the girls would be able to visit him anytime they wished— it was Steve and Natasha he wouldn’t be seeing for a while— they both had work to do.

"Yeah? Well, it's time for me to tap out. Maybe I should take a page out of Barton's book and build Pepper and Giovanna a farm, hope nobody blows it up.” Tony turned back to Steve and smiled wistfully. Steve raised his eyebrows.

“The simple life,” Steve commented, and Tony huffed a laugh.

“You'll get there one day,” Tony replied, jutting his chin in the direction of the compound. Steve followed the motion and his eyes set on YN who had yet to let the sadness in her eyes leave since she woke up.

“I don't know, family, stability. The guy who wanted all that went in the ice seventy-five years ago. I think someone else came out.” Steve sighed, turning away from the woman of his dreams and back to Tony who rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“I see the way you look at my niece, Rogers.” Tony’s voice was hard. “It’s okay to not want all that domestic life with nobody else but one person.”

Steve was quiet and he dared a brief glance put to YN and Giovanna who were starting to turn back into the gym— YN using crutches and Giovanna hovering closely.

“She’s good. She’s too good for someone like me— I’ve done things that would make her horrified to even know me.” He sighed. “She’s so young, too— and I don’t want her to have to settle early enough for what I want in life.”

Tony rubbed his eyes but remained patient.

“Rogers, you are the best man I’ve ever met besides myself. And she truly doesn’t want anyone else but the man who is too stubborn to admit that you are both perfect for each other. Fuck the rules, Steve. Be a little selfish.”

Steve chuckled despite the irritation growing in his chest. “There are rules for a reason, Tony. Maybe it’s just best for everyone if they’re followed.”

Tony began to climb into his car, and he poked his head out to lower his glasses and glared at Steve. “Everyone but the two people who it doesn’t, right?”

“I’ll keep in touch, Tony.”

“Take care of my girls, Rogers! Or you’ll have me to answer to!” Tony yelled as he pressed his foot to the gas pedal, and Steve only shook his head and watched Tony drive off until he turned the bend and disappeared from sight.

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What are your thoughts on Wanda? One thing that really really bothers me about her is that her crimes aren't really acknowledged? I feel like cap especially infantilizes her a bit, if she's old enough to be a full avenger, she's not a kid. Plus that line 'i can't control their fear only my own' sounds great except she terrorised the avengers with their worst fears, literally invaded their minds which was also never addressed by any of them?? Honestly how can there be any trust for her at all?

How can there be any trust for Tony, who for years didn’t give a shit that he built bombs that destroyed lives?

How can there be any trust for Natasha, who was raised from childhood to be a remorseless killer for the KGB, and murdered untold numbers of innocents?

How can there be any trust for Bruce, when his alter ego destroys cities and leaves profound carnage in his wake?

How can there be any trust for Thor, who isn’t even from earth, and who happily started a war for his own ego and considered all non-Asgardians inferior races and advocated for genocide of the Jotnar?

How come fandom is (rightfully) willing to accept the redemption arcs of every other character, accept their growth and heroism, but always wants to fucking shit on Wanda?

Like with many, many, many other heroes, Wanda fucked up, learned, and grew as a person, and became a hero. We even get to watch it happen. But it baffles me that people somehow choose to be willfully ignorant so they can make the foreign refugee woman a scapegoat for the actions of the privileged rich white guy, and it frankly is one of the more disgusting habits of this fandom and pisses me right the fuck off.

One thing that really really bothers me about her is that her crimes aren't really acknowledged?

Yeah, funny how Bruce Banner is on trial for all the people Hulk killed and Tony TOTALLY faced a tribunal for war crimes for-- oh wait! They didn’t! We don’t lock up all our superheroes for the shit they do because let’s face it, the genre would be really boring if we did. But funny enough, WANDA DOES GET LOCKED UP. And blamed for things that are absolutely not her fault. She owns her misdeeds in AOU in the very same movie by changing sides, risking her life, and being willing to die taking Ultron down in atonement for her role in the whole situation. At the end, she has lost everything; her home, her family, her twin, and only by Vision’s intervention has she not also given her life. How much more do you need her to suffer? And why are people like you only demanding punishment for Wanda and not demanding the accountability of every other character who has ever done wrong -- like, say, Tony for building Ultron in the first place?

I feel like cap especially infantilizes her a bit, if she's old enough to be a full avenger, she's not a kid.

I really hate how Wanda-Antis latch on to this line and blatantly and deliberately misinterpret it, when context is perfectly clear in the scene. When Steve says “She’s just a kid” he isn’t saying “she’s a child” -- If Steve were infantilizing her, he wouldn’t go speak to her with respect as an equal, he wouldn’t trust her to have his back in battle, and unlike Tony, he wouldn’t drag an actual child into battle. With that line he’s responding to Tony’s COMPLETE AND TOTAL DEHUMANIZATION OF HER when he refers to her as a weapon and not a person. Steve is highlighting that she is a person, a person who is young and capable of mistakes and still learning, and a person who is VULNERABLE (Keep in mind Wanda is 20, she’s old enough that she can make her choice to join the Avengers, but her development was interrupted due to having her childhood stripped away from her and growing up as an orphan in a warzone), and that she should maybe be protected and guided instead of scapegoated and exploited. (Plus Tony seems to think Peter at fifteen is old enough to be an Avenger, but still treats him like a child to be grounded, so maybe Steve isn’t the character we need to be looking at critically here when it comes to full avenger vs. kid)

Plus that line 'i can't control their fear only my own' sounds great except she terrorised the avengers with their worst fears, literally invaded their minds which was also never addressed by any of them??

Again, you are taking a line completely out of context, on purpose. “I can’t control their fear, only my own” is describing the fact that she can’t control the public’s perception of her. She can’t -- and wouldn’t -- get in the mind of every single citizen to change how they see her and feel about her. But she can control how she responds, and how she reacts to her own deep-seated insecurities.

You’re right that we don’t see everything on screen showing how the other Avengers got past her being in their heads. But since she’s been on the team all this time, and they are working together, presumably amends were made at some point. They weren’t shown explicitly to us, true. But the movie makers I guess assumed we’re reasonably intelligent enough to figure out it happened at some point. I’d be willing to guess that it even happened before the end scene of AOU where we see her joining the formal Avengers roster. Time has passed, and forgiveness has clearly happened offscreen. Maybe fandom can take a note from the actual heroes, and realize that forgiveness is, you know, a thing. If it bothers you that it wasn’t in the movie, go write a fic to fill it in.

It’s also worth noting that even when she is fighting HYDRA terrorists, or in the pitched Avengers battle in Leipzig, Wanda never resorts to getting into the heads of others. There is clearly a line that has been established that going into people’s heads is too far, and even when she is locked up, bound and collared like an animal, Wanda never crosses that line again.

But Wanda haters apparently never bother to notice that.

My thoughts on Wanda are that she was a child who lost her family to violence, grew up in a warzone, and then was recruited as a teen/young adult in a time of desperation by an organization that lied to her, used her, changed her, and exploited her (the official MCU comic tie-in shows that Wanda and Pietro did not know that Strucker was HYDRA). She’d grown up scared, angry, and surrounded by violence, with a burning thirst for revenge. But when she realized how many civilians were being hurt in her quest for revenge, realized that it was misguided and wrong, she changed her course. She switched sides, and was willing to lay her life down to make right her wrongs. She lost EVERYTHING -- her home destroyed, her twin dead -- and instead of taking time to mourn or try to find her own life, she joined the Avengers so that she could continue to try to do good and stop people like Rumlow. And despite the horrors that have defined her life, she remains sensitive; she blames herself for everything, is clearly empathetic (she’s on the brink of tears when Ross shows the footage of destruction), and struggles with her insecurities and sense of self-worth. She went through a rather typical arc of ‘misguided-antagonist-turned-hero’, choosing to continue with being a hero to make up for her past.

And yet, while fandom eats up this arc with every other character it applies to, they reject Wanda and treat her like shit so they can justify other characters’ dehumanization of her. And I think that’s pretty fucking shitty, anon.

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