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scarletlizzard · 2 months

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Hummingbird

Pairing: wanda x reader (I don't think I used any pronouns in this? I could be wrong)

Tags: angst, fluff, alcohol (R has a bit of a drinking problem), R has powers

A/N: Hi anon 😊 Please forgive me for taking so long. I wrote this about 10 different ways before I could finally settle on one! I hope this is good enough and thank you thank you so much for the request 🩷🩷

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As you sit in the pew in the middle of friends and other familiar faces, you smell the flowers that litter the alter, and listen to the quiet chatter as you feel a body sit next to you.

"Maximoff is getting married, huh?" Bucky asks, you remove your eyes from Wanda, who was standing at the alter, to your best friend.

"I guess so... finally," you say with a chuckle, looking down at your hands. You pick at the skin of your nails anxiously and think back to one of the first days you met the Maximoffs.

***

"Would you stop being so anti-social?" Natasha insists as she leans in the doorframe of your room. You remove your headphones with a pout on your face.

"I'm not being anti social, I'm just... here," you shrug and stand from your bed. She laughs and shakes her head, stepping inside.

"Ten minutes, or I'm dragging you down. If I have to be there, so do you," Natasha hits your shoulder playfully and rolls her eyes as you fake being hurt.

"Ten minutes!" She commands before heading back to the party.

With a sigh, you do as she says, changing into a dark pair of jeans and a plain white shirt. If you absolutely had to go, you would at least be comfortable. So ten minutes went by, and you found yourself, as always, at the bar in the large room filled with people. You recognized most of the people, the same ones who always show up to Tonys parties. As you sip your second drink though, the sight of the twins walking by catch your eyes.

You make eye contact with Wanda Maximoff, the witch who almost drove you to commit heinous crimes the day she put herself in your mind. She gives you a soft smile, and you have to look away because you want to hate her.

You don't want to feel a warmth spread in your chest as she looks at you with those gorgeous green eyes surrounded with dark makeup and those silver rings on her slender fingers and her long, smooth legs in that skirt and that beautiful smile and - fuck it.

"Maximoff," you say, suprising her and yourself as you had walked up to her with a drink still in hand. "How are you enjoying the life of an Avenger so far?" You ask and raise an eyebrow.

"Y/N!" She says with a small blush on her cheeks.

In the short time Wanda had been here, you were the person she wanted to get to know the most... you were also the one person who wouldn't give her a second look, at least not that she knew of. She couldn't believe you were standing here.

"I um, it's very different from what I'm used to," she says and smiles again. You might fall out right there if she does it again with the way your knees weaken.

"I bet it is," you sigh and take a sip of your drink. The two of you stand in silence for a moment. "It's kind of... distracting in here. Wanna go someplace and talk?" You ask. She looks up at you and nods.

You down the rest of your drink and sneak behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of whatever you could reach, which turned out to be tequila. Wanda giggled as you shrugged while reading the label on the bottle and hid it under your arm, telling her to follow you. You led her down a few hallways and up to a balcony, being far enough away that you could only hear a little bit of the muffled music.

"The stars are so bright tonight," you say as you sit on the edge, letting your feet dangle off of the side. Wanda follows suit and sits next to you, flattening her skirt. You take a sip from the bottle without a flinch, watching as she looks up at the sky.

"My brother and I used to try to count them when we were little," she laughs and takes the bottle as you hand it to her, sticking her tongue out and shivering after she takes a big sip.

"You would've been counting forever," you chuckle and feel your skin ignite as her shoulder touches yours.

"Thought we had forever," she says and looks to you. "Then on Sokovia when he got shot I-I thought he was gone." You furrow your brows, taking in her now saddened features.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. But hey, he's here, making shitty jokes and flirting with some girl from Shield," you try to joke, feeling that same warmth from earlier when a giggle leaves her lips.

"I'm the one who needs to apologize. I-" You interrupt her by holding up a hand, taking a big gulp from the bottle.

"Here's the thing. We've all done bad things, every single one of us," you nod in the direction of the party. "Including me... which you know obviously," you mumble and look away from her, thinking back to the feeling of her inside your head. "You do good, try to wipe it clean, you know? It's all we can do. Now what I'd really like is to finish the bottle and know all about you," you say with a smile and look to her again.

"You already know about me?" Wanda says and lifts her eyebrow as she takes another swig from the bottle. You shake your head.

"No, no. I want to know what makes you tick. Your favorite movies, shows, songs, your favorite thing to do on a rainy day. Why you wear so many rings," you laugh and point to the rings that adorn her fingers. She grins, and there goes that feeling again.

The two of you spend the entire night on that balcony, finishing the bottle and swapping stories about all your favorite things. There wasn't a cell in your body that could ever hate Wanda Maximoff.

Towards the end of the night, now early in the morning, in fit of laughter you lean too far over the balcony. Wanda gasps in fear as you fall forward.

"Y/N!" She gasps loudly, and you look to her scared reaction in suprise, looking around the two of you as if something had happened you were unaware of.

"What? What is it?" You ask as you stand still in the air, floating in front of her.

The hand that covered her mouth moved and revealed a drunken laugh that escaped her lips. She leans forward and punches your arm.

"I didn't know you could fly! I thought I'd have to jump off, and oh god," Wanda shakes her head and rubs her eyes. You give her a cheeky smile and continue to stand there mid-air effortlessly.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," you shrug drunkenly and put your hands in your pockets.

"Oh yeah, like what, hummingbird ?" Wanda jokes, giving you the nickname before she watches you step through the air was if you were walking.

You stood directly in front of her now, face almost where hers was. "I happen to be a fantastic kisser," you say with a chuckle, your heart enjoying the smile on her lips and the blush on her cheeks.

"Is that so?" She questions, her tongue wetting her lips. You nod and lean in.

"I mean, you're more than welcome to prove me wrong..." You whisper, lips hovering over hers. When you look in her green eyes for any signal to stop or uneasiness, you find none. Her eyes flutter closed, and her breath hitches as you lean in and connect your lips.

Wandas hands move to wrap around your neck, her fingers tangling with the strands behind you while yours moved to her hips. It's a soft kiss at first with shy lips, but soon turns into a sloppy drunken kiss with not so shy tongue. She can taste the tequila on your tongue, with a hint of lime from your drink earlier. Wanda sighs into the kiss as the wind blows her hair and squints her closed eyes tighter as a bright light suddenly shines between the two of you.

You frown as you feel her lips disconnect from yours, and when you open your eyes, you see her emerald eyes widen, a golden tint highlighting her features in the darkness.

"Uh, Y/N? Do you usually um... glow?" Wanda asks, and it's your turn to blush. In the kiss, you had gotten lost in Wanda. The way her soft lips tasted against yours, the way her fingertips brushed the nape of your neck. You had forgotten to control yourself.

You realized you were holding onto Wanda, now high above the balcony, while a golden white light radiates off of you.

"Oh god, I-I'm sorry," you laugh and take her back down, landing gently back onto the balcony while no longer glowing. Wanda shook her head, nothing but amazed with you.

"No, that was.. that was perfect," she whispers and reaches up to cup your cheek. In your drunken state (you didn't know from what more the tequila or Wandas lips), she kisses you again, and you can't help the light that shines off of you.

After that night on the balcony, the two of you grew closer over time. You'd stay up late doing anything and everything to make her laugh. Wanda would sneak in your room and kiss you randomly in the middle of the night just to see if you'd let your guard down and shine for her. You always did.

"So what's going on with you and Maximoff?" Bucky asked one day during a training session. You punch the pad he was holding up and shrug.

"What do you mean?" You ask back casually and try to ignore the heat that rises on your cheeks.

"Right, right. So that wasn't you leaving her room this morning," he laughs and shakes his head, groaning as you punch the pad hard near his stomach while he is distracted.

You look over through the glass wall and see Wanda talking to Vision again. "I don't know, Buck. I really like her," you sigh and watch as she laughs. You turn back to your best friend.

"Then you need to tell her, before someone else does," he nods to the direction of Wanda and Vision, knowing what he meant.

You weren't the only one growing closer to Wanda, vying for her undivided attention. Vision had been there too, and it seemed like the pair were talking more and more. Though as far as you knew, she was only kissing you, and the smile on her face wasn't the same grin she always gave you. You had nothing to worry about. She would always pick you... at least that's what you thought.

The time came when you finally wanted to tell Wanda about your feelings, that you wanted more than stolen kisses in the moonlight. You approach her room, mumbling the words you had been practicing all night.

"It's fine, you're fine," you tell yourself. "Tell her how you feel, ask her on a date. She'll say, 'Of course, hummingbird'... you're fine," you continue to convince yourself.

You take a deep breath and see the door to her room cracked open. With a shaky hand, you go to knock, but pause when you hear two voices speaking. Curiosity getting the best of you, you lean closer to listen.

"Wanda... I know you feel it, too. We're connected somehow, in here," Vision says in a soft voice.

"I feel it too, all the time," she replies, and you can hear the smile on her face.

"So we can give this a try then? Us?" He asks her. Wanda is silent for a moment, and you feel your stomach rise into your throat, your heart beating out of your chest. She wouldn't. There was no way.

Don't say yes.

"Yes. I would love to," she says.

"And what about Y/N?" He asks her, tone clearly annoyed.

"We were just... having fun," she sighs, and you feel your heart break. You don't stay a second longer.

Wandas head turns to the door, almost sure in the corner of her eyes she sees a flash of light, but when she gets up to look in the hall, it's empty. You had retreated to the safety of your room and a bottle of whatever your hand touched first.

After that night, you avoid Wanda for as long as you can. Finding excuses to leave the room every time she enters, taking on extra missions with Natasha across seas, extra training sessions with Pietro, and you put in more time at the gym with Bucky. He didn't ask why your punches were almost knocking him down, but when he saw Vision holding Wandas hand, he knew why the gym was suddenly a golden hue.

Another night, another party, another drink.

The room was filled with familiar faces and similar music, another drink in your hand but a frown on your face as you glared at Visions hand on Wandas lower back. Great.

"Guess whose got another date?"

"Hmm, is it someone who can't take a punch?" You ask and sip your drink, turning in your chair to look at Pietro.

"Ha, ha. Very funny," he fake laughs and shakes his head. "You know some of us are lovers, not fighters," he laughs for real this time, and so do you.

"Well, when we're done training, we'll see where you stand. Things are going well with her, huh?" You ask him, nodding to the girl from Shield he had somehow won over with his cheesy jokes.

"Yeah, great, actually..." He turns to smile at her, giving her a small wave before turning back to you. "Hey, I bet she knows some more hot spies. Wanna go on a double date?" Pietro jokes and watches you sigh, eyeing the brunette and the synthazoid.

"Why not? Might as well," you slur your words a little and finish your drink, leaning over the bar to grab a bottle. "See you in the morning?"

"Yeah, see you then," he says and gives you a sad smile.

The campus was quiet now. Everyone had long gone to bed, and you decided what better company than the stars and a now almost empty bottle of vodka. Perks of being super, you could drink as much as you wanted while getting as drunk as you wanted, with no bad mornings after or alcohol poisonings.

You hear the sound of a door opening and closing, and you sigh, knowing it could only be one person.

Wandas body sits next to yours at the edge, shoulder to shoulder, feet dangling high above the ground. You don't say anything, because really, what did you have to say anymore?

"What's going on, Hummingbird? Pretty late for a flight," she tries to joke, eyeing the bottle that was in your hands.

"Nothing wrong with a little fresh air," you shrug and take a large swig from the bottle, subtly moving your shoulder away from hers. Wanda frowns at the feeling.

"You've been avoiding me... Wanna tell me why?" She asks in a soft voice. You let out a loud laugh, to which she furrows her brows in confusion.

"I'm sorry, it's just so fucking obvious isn't it?" You slur and jump off the balcony, pacing in the air in front of Wanda. It's not your actions that make her flinch, seeing you walk in the air was something she was accustomed to by now, it was the tone in your voice. You had never spoken to her like that before.

"Obviously not if I'm asking you," Wanda speaks, continuing her best to keep her tone soft with you. You stop in the air and look at her with red and glassy eyes.

"Obviously not," you repeat and watch as she gives you a sad look. Her fingers twirl the rings on her fingers anxiously.

"Y/N..."

"It wasn't just fun to me, Wanda," you interrupted her, watching her lips part in suprise. "It wasn't just some little crush, I wasn't just some second choice when you weren't getting enough attention from him. I thought we - " You stop yourself and look away from her, running a shaky hand through your hair. "I loved you."

Wanda was happy with Vision. She felt a connection to him that she couldn't understand... But when you spoke those words, she felt her world shatter right there.

"Loved?" She asks.

"Past tense," you mumble and turn your back to her, not wanting her to see the few tears that roll down your cheeks.

"It wasn't just fun I-"

"You said that to him, I heard you. Don't lie to me!" You slur again, this time raising your voice and feeling your body heat up.

"I'm not lying to you! It wasn't just fun for me, it was..." She sighs and wipes her eyes. "Y/N, you mean everything to me. But with him, I don't know how to explain it. I can't explain it..." Wanda lets her tears fall as she watches you shine brighter, hating the fact it wasn't out of joy. Hating the fact that you probably hated her.

"You can't say that I mean that much to you and still be with him." You finish the bottle and toss it casually onto the balcony away from her. It cracks in half against the wall, then shatters on the ground.

"Look, hummingbird... you're drunk. Let's talk about this in the morning when you're coherent. Just come inside with me, please? I know it's selfish, but I-I can't lose you," Wanda looks at your back with pleading eyes, extending her hand out to touch you.

"You already have. The day you chose him," you cry with a sniffle and finally turn to face her, seeing her sad, teary eyes shine in your golden brightness. You don't give her the chance to say anything else. Instead, you fly off, going as far away as possible.

***

"Suprised you came back for this," Bucky says and nudges your shoulder. Your hands nervously run over the creases in your pants.

"Well, I couldn't really miss this, could I?" You sigh and look up again, only this time you see Wanda is already looking at you. Her green eyes were wide with suprise, and you could make out a smile on her lips. You balled your fists up, willing yourself to control your powers and stay calm.

"No, I don't think any of us expected Pietro out of all people to get married before half of us," he laughs quietly. "It's good you're here, Y/N."

Your eyes move to Pietro, who nervously talks to Wanda. Her hands were fixing his bowtie and whispering what you assumed calming words to him. As the music started, she turned him around, eyes moving to you as the crowd stood.

As his bride walked down the aisle, your eyes stayed glued to Wanda. Even after all this time, she was still stunning, taking your breath away as she stood next to her brother. Of course, she was his best man.

Throughout the ceremony, Wanda would look to you occasionally, checking to make sure you hadn't flown away from her again. Each time you made eye contact, you gave her a reassuring smile, letting her know you wouldn't be going away this time.

At the reception, Wanda sat at a table, drinking a glass of champagne and watching her brother slow dance with her newly appointed sister in law. A body suddenly blocks her view, and when she looks up to see your face, her heart stops.

"May I have this dance?" You ask, extending your hand out to her. She blushes, and you're reminded again that you would literally do anything for her.

Wanda sets her glass down and reaches her hand out to take yours, just as soft as she remembered. You led her to the dance floor and rested your hands on her hips, letting her arms rest on your shoulders while her hands were entwined behind your neck.

"I like the red," you utter quietly, eyeing her soft auburn curls. She chuckles as the two of you begin to sway, the tension slightly awkward between the two of you.

"I dyed it a while ago.." Wanda shrugs casually.

"It's been a while since I've seen you," you add. She hums in response, looking into your clear eyes.

"I expected to find you at the bar..." She half jokes.

"I uh, I stopped drinking," you reply with a smile, to which she gives you a proud smile back and nods.

"That's fantastic, hummingbird," Wanda whispers and scrunches her nose. Your heart swells at the nickname you hadn't heard in too long.

"Listen, Wanda. I've done a lot of thinking, a lot of trying to better myself, my emotions. I'm sorry I didn't just... talk to you. I'm happy that you're happy," you say with a smile, and she knows you mean what you say by the way it reaches your eyes. "I don't want to miss out on being a part of your life... as long as he treats you well," you say jokingly at the end to ease the heaviness of your words, and you spin her slowly around.

She returns to her previous position with a grin and pulls you closer, taking in your words as you both sway to the song. Wanda had missed this, missed you more than anything else in the world. Being in your arms again, she felt happier than she had in a long time.

"You have nothing to apologize for... I'm sorry things happened the way they did. I should've talked to you too," Wanda says gently. "We aren't together, you know?"

"Oh?" You say, trying to hide the excitement in your stomach, but Wanda can see it in your eyes.

"Yeah," she giggles at your reaction. "Turns out we're connected through the mind stone... but that was about it. He didn't know what made me tick. Didn't care to know my favorite show or what I liked to do or a rainy day." Her tone is playful as she looks up to you, smile still bright on her lips.

"Dick Van Dyke, watching the rain drops race down the window. Even though you pick the losing drop every time," you answer and smile back. She rolls her eyes jokingly at the last part, but Wanda can't deny the way her heart sped in her chest that you still remembered.

"I meant what I said that day... you mean everything to me, Y/N. You still do," her tone is serious, and you nod as you gaze into her eyes.

"I lied to you that day..." You whisper, watching her smile begin to fade. "I've never stopped loving you."

You lean down, face close to hers as your heart beats on your ribs like a butterfly trapped in a cage. Her eyes search yours as if she had been waiting for you to say those words, as if you were going to fly away right there.

"Are you going to glow if I kiss you?" Wanda mumbles the question, her lips ghosting over yours as she speaks.

"Probably..." You answer honestly.

"Good," she smiles and closes her eyes, feeling the warmth on her skin from the light that you radiated as she kisses you. You did your best to hold back, but the way her lips melted into yours and her soft tongue slipping against yours, you didn't stand a chance.

Even after the song had ended and everyone around you jumped to the quick and heavy beat, on the dancefloor, you and Wanda stayed like this. Foreheads together and swaying to your own beat, holding eachother close, neither of you knowing you would be in the same spot a year later for your first dance as a married couple.

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zedlaworks · 2 years

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I've got you - wm

summary ; the reader has a migraine and their wife, miss maximoff has come to save the day!

wanda maximoff x gn reader!

for anyone who's feeling down or is feeling ill, remember it's okay to accept and ask for help, and i hope this can make someone slightly happy!

- - - i've got you ;

groans escaped your lips, in reaction to the pulsing migraine growing between your temples, stress and sensory induced thought your wife, who was situated just to your left, ringed fingers tracing circles between your clothed shoulder blades. a frown of concern began to etch itself into the redhead's features as she witnessed your migraine agonise your state even more than when she returned from dropping off the twins at your parent's.

"peroshki, maybe lie down, it may ease the nausea slightly," wanda offered in a near silent whisper, as to not add to the building up of your pain. she tried to pull you against her chest gently as to hold you in a cradle, but you forced your form away from her slightly, placing your head into your heated palms when a rush of nausea hit your head.

"wands, i'm alright, there's things that need to get done, and you're the one in the finest state to do so..." you managed to rasp out in-between pulses of pain hitting your temples. cool hands placed themselves upon your forehead, and you instinctively leaned into the touch of your partner whilst closing your eyes to relieve the sensory overload to your sight despite the curtains being pulled shut.

"listen to me, i'm gonna take care of you-i'm gonna take care of you... i gotcha," the sokovian insisted pulling you against her gently into a gentle hold in your shared bed. wanda caressed your cheek before moving her fingers to smooth the hairs within your brows, leading her fingertips from their previous location to your hair line, tracing the line there before starting a message to relax the sensory nerves along your skin there.

previous to returning to your shared abode, the woman had gone to the pharmacy in westview to purchase pain medication, anti-inflamatories, and cooling strips that agatha had recommended to place upon your forehead and temples to alleviate the pain and warming fever. reaching over to the tote bag she had been gifted, the witch shuffled out a cooling strip and situated it upon its place upon your forehead.

"i've got you, dove, always... i love you.."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda imagine #wandavision

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earth-93 · 3 months

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Main Alias/Moniker: Quicksilver

Legal Name: Pietro Matheo Maximoff

Other Aliases: Pretty Boy, Silver Head, Speedfoot

Date of Birth: May 31st, 1985 (Age: 19)

Status: Alive

Species: Mutant

Sex: Male

Gender: Cisgender

Height/Weight: 6' (1.83m) / 175 lbs (79.38kg)

Hair/Eye Color: Silver / Blue

Timeline (1985 - 1990): Pietro and Wanda grew up in a Romani ghetto in Transia, raised by their maternal aunt and uncle. They never met or knew of their father until they were adults, and their mother Magda only visited them once when the twins were five. Magda spent most of her time with Wanda, and though Pietro was the last person she met with before departing, she was reportedly cold and sparse on words with him. Wanda has suspected it was because Pietro reminded Magda of their father.

In spite of this, Pietro was not bereft of affection in his formative years. Well before gaining his powers, he was an energetic child. One of the few things that could reliably relax him was his uncle Django's puppeteering. There would be less time for these puppet shows following the collapse of the Eastern Bloc, radically altering Transia's economy and forcing Django and their aunt Marya to work long hours to keep the family afloat. Pietro's rambunctiousness would shift to bitterness and rebellion as he got older.

Timeline (1990 - 2000): As true as it is today, Pietro had a short tolerance for insults, especially ones lobbied at Wanda, and was unafraid to pick fights with anyone should he feel slighted. Depending on the person, this attitude made Pietro a hero, a laughing stock and a bad egg all at once. In the case of his aunt and uncle, they were distraught over who Pietro could provoke, should he pick a fight with a non-Roma outside the ghetto. They kept Pietro out of trouble for a time by arranging him to help with the cooperative farm out in the countryside. He complained at first, but quickly found the fresh air and open spaces extremely uplifting.

Such a luxury was once more revoked due to radical changes in Transia. Following General Novoty's rise to power, Transia's economy was remade to serve a small aggregate of oligarchs, one of whom bought the cooperative farm out from the Romani. The rampant injustice of the world became cruelly apparent to Pietro and he soon fell into petty crimes with other young hoodlums, participating in the sweep of criminality in Transia following the fall of Communism.

Timeline (2000 - 2003): To quell Pietro yet again as well as bolster the family under desperate times, Marya took Pietro and Wanda with her to England to do seasonal work. Pietro continued his thievery, where he first earned the name "Quicksilver" for his uncanny evasion of the law. Pietro had reportedly been quick since he could walk, but his knack for speed became more and more uncanny until one day, where he and his group's getaway car was sputtering out and the authorities were on their tail. In his fluster, Pietro ran down the street faster than the car could have--entirely on foot.

Having resented the lowly status he had been forced to live all his life, Pietro reveled in his newfound powers. Such elation gave him little patience for the opposition he encountered among his gang almost immediately, be it anti-mutant bigotry or Pietro's own ego as he sought to take more active leadership. One supporter of Pietro was Toad, a fellow hoodlum that Pietro thought little of before.

Mortimer divulged to Pietro of his own mutant status and introduced him to the London chapter of the Brotherhood. The organization's rhetoric of mutant superiority was tantalizing to Pietro, but much to his chagrin he was barred from membership until he could convince his sister to join alongside him, explained away as the likelihood that she was a powerful mutant as well. Pietro had been aware of his sister's "hexes," as she called them, but was adamant that they were not a mutant ability, but some sort of witchcraft first taught to her by their estranged mother. Regardless of this, he begrudgingly carried out the request of the Brotherhood representative, who was none other than Wyndgarde.

Wanda was defiant of Pietro's cajoling for a few days until they returned home one night to see it in flames. Pietro witnessed Wanda break down in anguish, and in a state of distress himself could think of nowhere else for them to go but a Brotherhood safehouse. Neither sibling was aware that the flames were but a convincing illusion conjured by Wyndgarde, and that their Aunt Marya was sleeping soundly in the home the twins abandoned. The deception nonetheless succeeded, as by the time Wanda awoke from her grief had turned to wrath. For the first time in their lives, the roles were reversed, and Pietro found himself having to keep Wanda in check.

Timeline (2003): In spite of their youth and relative inexperience, the Maximoff twins were brought onto the Santo Marco mission. Pietro and Wanda were among those tasked with sniffing out intruders, aka the X-Men. Pietro personally confronted me, blocking me away from the rest of the team and wearing me down with rapid blows from all directions. The stride in his step was swerved courtesy of Bobby, while Wren took his feet off the ground altogether.

Pietro attempted a rematch with us in the city square during Magneto's confrontation with the Stranger, but that left him vulnerable to capture once the military swept through the country. He and Wanda were arrested and remained in captivity in the Neverland Containment Center for the next few months. They were among the many inmates who fled during our jailbreak, but in the chaos of it all a falling out apparently occurred between the siblings, and Pietro and Wanda went their separate ways.

Pietro's tenure going solo did not last long. Shortly after we had regrouped back at the Mansion, he had appeared to begrudgingly ask our help in finding Wanda. We were still quite shaken ourselves, with the Professor still in a coma and Wren being MIA since Neverland. We eventually agreed to help, with Jean and Hank staying behind to tend to the Professor while Bobby and I accompanied Pietro. Hy happenstance, our respective missing persons problem was mutual, as Wren had given Wanda sanctuary in her family cabin in Colorado.

Pietro was understandably hesitant to go back to prison, though we swore we would vouch for both of them (At the time, he bluntly told us that didn't make it much better). With his relationship with Wanda relatively mended, however, he ultimately agreed to finally step away from the Brotherhood. The twins were given sanctuary on Muir Island for a time, and when Steve Rogers headed a reserve team of Avengers that would grant a pardon to convicted super-villains in exchange for service, the Maximoffs were quickly put through. That project is still underway, but if there's anyone on the planet who can take Pietro's bad attitude and whip him into shape, it's Captain America.

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imperiuswrecked · 2 years

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Hey brother There's an endless road to rediscover Hey sister Do you still believe in love? I wonder Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

Scarlet Witch Week - Day 2 - Favorite Relationship - Wanda & Pietro

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catchme-ifyoucan · 1 year

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— Quicksilver —

Pietro Django Maximoff (white hair – 23 yrs – 1,82m) was born to Erik Lehnsherr and Natalya Maximoff along with his twin sister Wanda, the current Scarlet Witch. As the son of Magneto, Pietro‘s got the superhuman ability to move at great speeds, manipulate time and heal at vast speed. Although he left his dark past within the anti-human Brotherhood behind, his evil upbringing by his anti-human mutant of a father still catches up to him from time to time. Kleptomaniac, clumsy member of the X-Men. 80s.

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Nights at the Circus: Part XXIII

With Wanda and Pietro reunited, Loki's insatiable sex drive tempered, and the drama status of Avengers Towers finally regulating, you and your lover join the Maximoffs in order to plan the search for the key to your powers. Problem is, sacrifices will need to be made, and getting past Fury and the others in order to begin the quest will be enough of a task.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Content Warning: none Word Count: 3.5k

To your incredulous surprise, the three-way worked.

Although for a few days afterward, Steve was noticeably absent from meetings and meals, when he returned at the end of that week, he treated both you and Loki like congenial comrades, which is exactly what you were hoping for.

“Stark was right,” you mused to Loki. “He just needed to get his nut out, I guess.”

Loki nodded. “Carnal frustration can be a more powerful inhibitor than people think. You are very sexually-motivated creatures here on Midgard.”

“Look who’s talking, Blue Man!” you laughed.

On the Saturday morning after your insane night of hedonism, Steve walked in to the kitchen, going for a protein shake he had stashed in the refrigerator before turning to you and Loki, splitting a box of donut holes between you.

“Good morning!” Rogers said, cheerfully.

You and Loki looked at each other with interest. “And how are you this morning? It’s been a few days,” you mentioned cautiously.

Steve nodded at you both, emboldened by the lack of anyone else besides the three of you in the room to speak his mind. “I feel fantastic! Thank you both for what you did with me. It helped more than I realized. I am going to be okay now, I think. I did have Bruce contact a…a therapist for me to help with the residual feelings.”

You grinned in approval. “That’s wonderful to hear, Steve.”

Loki grabbed your hand from under the table, squeezing it. His Jotun-heat phase had receded, much to your deep regret, after the intensity of that night had been nearly too much for even him. Loki still held no regrets about that night, nor did you, even though afterwards both of you (along with Steve) swore amongst yourselves that it would never happen again.

“I’d still thank you to maybe keep the PDA down for a few more days,” he mumbled.

“That, I would say, is fair enough,” Loki acquiesced, dropping your hand.

What was even more surprising, was how Steve stayed around and chatted with you as if nothing awkward or intense had ever transpired in the first place. Your relief felt like a thousand bricks were being lifted off of your back, and, though he would never show it, you got the impression Loki felt similarly.

Later that morning, Loki had to go off with Fury for another probation “check-up.” You went back to your gym, choosing to try and see if you could do anything differently with your fire, but nothing inspired you. In fact, your flames seemed a little weaker this particular day.

What’s wrong with me? you grunted, trying to hit your targets. You were hitting them well enough, but the explosions and smoldering of the ashes wasn’t quite of the caliber you were used to delivering.

“Firebird?” called a voice you were only just becoming familiar with.

You turned to the door, and the Maximoff twins stood on the threshold, waiting to get your attention.

You’d gone to Fury and Bruce, encouraging them to allow Pietro to visit his sister, and they’d already begun administering an anti-metabolic medication means to ‘slow his roll.’ Once he was properly “reigned in,” and the proof that the pill worked was evident, he was given his semi-freedom to be with his twin.

“Wanda,” you acknowledged. “I am guessing you are Pietro?”

He nodded and smiled shyly. Wanda also smiled, already a little more at ease now that her brother was nearby. “Thank you for putting the bug in Fury’s ear to speed up the process.”

“My pleasure,” you answered. “S.H.I.E.L.D. isn’t exactly the best at exercising human rights.”

“I noticed,” Pietro grunted.

“So, will you tell me what you know now?” you asked, almost pleadingly.

“As I said before, it is not much,” Wanda added. “If it is something, then maybe we can help, but no promising.”

“Let’s go have some coffee in my apartment, where it’s private,” you offered.

----------------------------------------------------

“It was called the Winter Soldier Program,” said Pietro, taking a delicate sip of tea, his hand shaking, not used to the slow speed at which he now existed. “Hydra procured the serum used to make Captain America in the 40s.”

“They tried to recreate it in different ways,” added Wanda. “They tried it on an American soldier first, who perished. Then, using different formulas and hypotheses and methods, they kidnapped other people they thought would make good super soldiers and experimented on them.”

“And they all died, I’m guessing,” you concluded.

You’d brought the twins up to your apartment, and set up an afternoon tea for them, even going so far as to have a delivery service bring up finger sandwiches. You wanted to make sure they were inclined to tell you EVERYTHING without discrimination, so there was no harm in sucking up to them, as far as you saw.

“From our cells, we could see a wall,” Pietro said, taking another sip. “A tribute wall to the fallen Winter Soldiers. As a sign that when people die for the fight, there is always reason to keep going.”

“…and? Was I on this wall?” you asked.

Wanda and Pietro looked at one another. “If you are really in your twenties,” said Wanda, “then no, you were not on that wall.”

You sighed and leaned back in your chair. “So, what then?”

Pietro sat up. “One of the women in the pictures does look much like you.”

“VERY much like you,” Wanda added. “Which is why I asked you about your age. It is such a striking resemblance that it triggered my memory of the photograph the minute I first saw your face.”

“That’s not possible,” you said. “You saying my powers have something to do with a Winter Soldier who died in the 1940s?”

“Well, I think it is obvious if there is a relation between you, then that woman did not die in the 40s.”

“I…” You thought back. Were there any mysterious family members you knew little about who may have been enhanced? “Was there a name underneath the photo?” you asked.

Pietro shook his head. “None of them were named.”

“I had a grandmother I never met,” you recalled. “My father’s mother. They always seemed to make up excuses when I asked why we never went to see her. They always said she died young, and that was all.”

“I see,” said Wanda, with suspicion.

“Then again, every time my family kept something from me, it was for the sake of my powers.”

Pietro nodded in understanding. “Have you had them your entire life?”

You shrugged. “I started puberty late. I got them when I was sixteen,” you answered.

“Linked to genes,” Wanda whispered. “It may be possible, then, that you are descended?”

You scoffed. “If that woman died and was on a memorial wall in Sokovia in 1945, then I hold much doubt that my father, born in the 60s, was her son—”

“—Y/N!”

The door to your suite opened suddenly, and Loki now stood in the doorway, looking so upset he could single-handedly start a riot. When he saw there were guests in the room, he drew back, but only a little. He was clearly angry.

“Check-up not go well?” you asked.

Loki looked at the Maximoffs. Wanda gave a sweet smile and a nod in acknowledgement, which the god met with one of his own.

“They reinstated my seidr ban,” he answered bitterly.

Your heart sank. You knew Loki had been going to his hearing with the intention of proving that he was capable of controlling his magic, using his interludes with Wanda as proof. He’d hoped that the board would at least consider taking it up with the UN. Apparently, that wasn’t an option.

“Oh, Loki,” you whispered tenderly, getting up to bring your love inside. “Um, Wanda? Pietro? Mind giving us a moment?”

Wanda and Pietro stood, and Pietro grabbed one last sandwich to go. “Certainly,” Wanda said. “We can talk more tomorrow morning.”

They quietly and quickly left you and Loki to your own devices.

“What exactly happened today, Loki?” you asked, pulling out a chair for him, which he quickly sat down in. You walked behind him and began running your firm hands along his shoulders, massaging him and sending quick pulses of heat over his muscles in an attempt to relax him.

Loki sighed, looking out blankly in front of him for a moment sorrowfully. “I think I’m truly trapped.”

“Please, tell me what happened,” you replied, bending over to kiss his cheek.

Loki smiled. “Norns, I am glad to have you,” he said. “Well, after the typically invasive medical examination, Fury brought me before the council assigned to my case,” he began. “They lauded me for staying tame during my brief allowance, but when I asked for the ban on my magic to be permanently lifted, they may as well have laughed.”

You asked, “What exactly did they say?”

“That it isn’t just the UN who decides these matters,” he answered. “That the High Court of Asgard needs to be consulted before any change to the terms of my parole are implemented!”

You didn’t need him to elaborate on what he was implying: no matter how the UN ruled, Odin had the final say on terms…and Odin would never show mercy after his “son” gave the land, and Asgardians, a bad name on Earth.

“Can’t you at least have them write an appeal?” you added. “Maybe Odin has softened over time?”

“BAH!” Loki spat, shooting out of his chair and turning to face you, the frustration making his movements quick and defined. “The man who kept everything from me my entire life, then would cold-heartedly sentence his adopted son to death were he ever to return to his homeland?”

“I see your point,” you sighed woefully. “Maybe Thor can--?”

Loki shrugged. “Thor is less of the headstrong warrior he used to be, now that he has pets here on Midgard.”

When you cringed at the less-than-endearing use of the word pets, Loki immediately backtracked. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“I know,” you replied.

“Still,” he continued, “I cannot imagine Thor would want to go against the council. He’s having a difficult enough time as my perceived ‘babysitter.’”

“Babysitter?”

Loki laughed and went over to the sofa, taking a seat. You sat beside him as he anxiously knitted his fingers together, twiddling his thumbs like a nervous child. “He took direct responsibility for me during the tribunal. As such, he is to answer for any of my indiscretions from here on out,” he said bitterly. “My big brother!”

Suddenly, a new thought entered your head…

“Loki, my love,” you said softly. “If there were something that came up that allowed you to escape from here…temporarily, of course…would you be willing to do something very, VERY dangerous for me?”

Loki gave you a confused look. “I’m sorry, I don’t follow?”

“You’re trapped,” you answered. “Well, I know you are aware that Wanda Maximoff has an inkling about my past. I think…I think we are going to try and find out more, and I am pretty certain you and your powers can help.”

He took your hand and squeezed it gently. “And how exactly could I help with your research?”

You grinned, doing your best to imitate his own smile when he had a secret churning in his brain. “Loki, my love, I believe it’s possible that we are about to break the rules and go on a road trip.”

Loki chuckled. “And why do you think doing this will make me feel better?”

You shrugged. “You ARE the God of Mischief, after all! One would think no rules or UN provisions would stop you from living on your terms!”

“Ah, my, how your opinion has changed concerning my seidr!” Loki took your face in his hand and kissed you with passion. “It feels like only yesterday, we were bickering, and you were insisting that I stay in line for the sake of my own safety.”

You caressed Loki’s cool cheek. “Maybe I’ve grown fond of taking risks since we’ve started dating. You have that effect on me, Loki.”

“You are right, as always, my pet. Maybe it is time I once again live up to my title.”

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Wanda, Pietro, Loki, and yourself reconvened hours later, after you’d successfully calmed your flustered boyfriend in the manner that only you could. This time, you were in the apartment the Maximoffs shared, sitting on their sofas and discussing Hydra.

“They have bases all over the world,” said Pietro. “Four here in United States, in fact.”

“We know this,” you brought up. “The Avengers have tabs on all the bases.”

“Well, not the one in the Adirondack Mountains, to the north of here,” said Wanda. “It was abandoned after the war because it was too close to an international border.”

“But if the photograph was in Sokovia, why would we want to go to the abandoned place up north?” you asked.

“Because of course the abandoned place would be the least suspected to be housing the most forbidden records,” said Pietro. “If there is a raid on another place, the files would already be safe and tucked away elsewhere.”

This made sense to you, although you didn’t pretend to know the inner mind of the evil geniuses at Hydra.

“Within these files,” Wanda suggested, “should be the file on that Winter Soldier who looks like you.”

“It seems S.H.I.E.L.D. isn’t the only organization that relies on human experimentation,” Loki mumbled. “The people of this world disgust me sometimes.”

Pietro sighed and looked sadly at everyone. “I must say, I hate this new medicine. I feel sick just taking it.”

“But, how do we get there, and more to the point: how do we get there without Fury knowing how or why?” you asked, looking around the circle. No one spoke. “The Adirondacks are only a few hours out of here. Depending on where the abandoned complex is, we could go there and back inside of a day, right?”

Wanda and Pietro looked at one another and shrugged. “How should either of us know this? All we’ve ever seen of this country is the inside of the Tower,” said Wanda.

You turned to Loki. “Anywhere north of Times Square is a mystery to me.”

You sighed. “Well, that makes none of us who knows exactly where they are going, here. And the Adirondacks is a whole mountain cluster, isn’t it? How the hell are we going to go anywhere?”

Pietro shrugged. “It’s outside of a town called Forge, if I can remember what I heard.”

“Old Forge?” you asked. “The circus went through there a few years ago. I do know roughly where that is.”

Loki smiled. “That’s one step forward, Y/N,” he said, putting a reassuring hand on your knee.

“But we still have a lot of kinks to work out,” you growled. “For instance: how do four people, three of whom are on high-security watch, sneak away from the hundreds of cameras and systems in the Tower without being seen, sneak out of one of the biggest cities on Earth without being recognized, find their way to a mysterious abandoned base in the middle of a mountain range, find classified, missing, possibly non-existent information, and get back without being caught?”

“Well, that seems to be what we’re here to figure out,” replied Loki. He could see your anxiety, and his reassuring smile was all he could do to calm your nerves as the prospect of finally solving your biggest mystery was edging closer to reality.

“But,” you went on, “if this doesn’t work or goes wrong, all four of us will be implicated.”

Loki looked to Wanda and Pietro. Wanda smiled as if recalling a secret. “Firebird,” she said, “I think we are the four who have the most to gain by breaking out of here.”

“Breaking out?” you asked. “But, we ARE coming back here, right?”

“Of course, darling,” said Loki. “But I think what Wanda is saying is…S.H.I.E.L.D. has been repressing all of our powers. What we might be doing is what you on Midgard calls, oh, what was it…’sticking it to the brass’?”

“But if whatever we do fails, Loki, the three of us rot away in cages for life while you go back to--”

“--Asgard and have my head put on a spike, I know, I know,” Loki groaned. “I thought we settled that issue?”

You nodded. “We did, but this is different. Before, you were just casting tricks and spells for the sake of our romance. Now, this is something that I could do without if I had to. This really WOULD be my fault if it went south.”

Pietro leaned forward in his chair. “Y/N, I have been on these pills for only a few days and already I think I would rather run in circles in a jail than stay here. I get sick when I eat, I want to sleep all day long!”

“This bracelet is hurting my ankle and making it irritate,” grunted Wanda. “This is one last chance to maybe be free for a long, long time.”

You looked down at your feet, amazed at how these two strangers were so willing to work for you, even when you weren’t sure you wanted them to.

“Firebird, pet,” Loki said softly, “You DO need this.”

You quickly shook your head. “It would be nice for certain, but need is such a strong word, particularly when lives are on the line.”

“No,” your love continued, pulling your gaze up to his by putting his thumb under your chin and lifting your head. “You’re being held back here just like the rest of us. You may not have a UN sanction or an ankle monitor, but whenever I see you practice, it feels like you’re restrained, as if there’s something under the rest waiting to be explored, but the layers on top of it keep it hidden.”

You sighed. Those damn ice-blue eyes could always have their way with you. “And what does that have to do with my past?”

“I spent most of my life being denied my true self by the man I thought was my father, and when I discovered it, my entire view of the universe shifted. It left me a husk that still needs help moving on. My magic was affected. It was as if a part of my soul had died. I spent years thinking I was an unworthy monster. Sometimes I wonder, what could I have been? What could I be now? Who would I have become if I was allowed to grow up connected to my history?”

“Oh, my love!” you leaned in and kissed him, his words of sorrow so passionate and heartfelt that you had to admit were also unbearably hot.

When your lips separated, Loki smiled again. “I don’t want that for someone as special as you are to me. Please, let us help you journey through your past, so you can fully become the star you were born to be.”

Jesus Christ, marry me, Loki, you thought. You chose to hide your lust with a quip, giggling. “I think Wanda’s excuse is more believable. You’re more convincing when we’re in the bedroom.”

This made Pietro and Wanda chuckle and give each other looks.

“Cheeky, cheeky girl, we are guests in someone else’s apartment,” Loki purred, winking at you and running a gentle thumb over your lower lip. “Behave yourself, or do I need to give you a stern talking-too later?”

You wanted to mumble a ‘yes please’ under your breath, but Pietro cleared his throat. You immediately felt the blush rising up your skin as you remembered where you were.

“So…what do we do to get out of here?” you asked.

“I had an idea,” said Pietro. “It will be easier to slip away during the early morning, before the staff comes in but after the security systems are reset for the daytime.”

“I will keep a projection here,” Loki said. “And I think that as long as he makes an appearance once a day or so, no one will raise suspicion.”

“And your ankle monitor?” you asked, looking over at Wanda.

Loki nodded. “My magic can remove it, but it needs to stay armed, and that will be the trick, because I assume it can track your movements. It will need to move around at least inside your apartment in order to look realistic.”

“I was thinking of that as well. The only way I can see is to maybe bribe a friend to wear it?” asked Wanda. “And just have them do so discreetly?”

“We can’t ask Steve or Nat,” you said immediately. “Or anyone, actually. That would implicate even more people. I’d rather not.”

Loki sat up straight, as if a brilliant thought came to him. “What if it was someone who was already implicated?”

“Wait, who else?” you asked, confused.

“Don't you forget, love? There is someone else who knows about my secret use of magic…my brother. Perhaps we can persuade him to cover our escape?”

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