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Oh, I know the artist. They’re nat__neverdie on Twitter. They’re Korean and have other WandaNat/MCU fanart
The original post to the fanart is HERE
I found this on Pinterest and I am going feral
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Omg they’re finally adding Yelena to Marvel Snap because of Thunderbolts
But that means I need to grind MS again 💀
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can’t believe i’m playing genshin again to prepare for her (aka father)
I wish this was a joke, but the only joke is me 🤡
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Sometimes, it’s exhausting to always explain that I’m demisexual, thus, I feel and process emotions differently.
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ahhhhhhhh! you're back! 😭😭😭 there's no rush or anything but do you plan on continuing bound by a thread? 🥺
Hello! Yes, I am! Sort of 😅
Been MIA because I was going through a depressive episode due to a foot injury, but it's healing well.
I don't have any intention of abandoning BbaT, but I can't say when the next chapter will be out. Really sorry to those who've been waiting 😔
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when daybreak comes (and you're here)
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Waking up to Natasha are moments Wanda treasures the most.
Words: 470
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Wanda woke up to Natasha still fast asleep and curled up against her.
It didn't happen every morning. Natasha was a busy woman after all, and Wanda understood that. If it wasn't Fury or Maria keeping the redhead busy, she'd be off with Steve or Sam on some mission.
Natasha wouldn't return to the compound until late at night. At first, when she was sure Natasha would be returning, Wanda would stay up (or at least, she'd try to) until Natasha came to her room because she wanted them to fall asleep together. But Natasha insisted Wanda didn't have to wait for her. Wanda protested stubbornly in the beginning, saying she'll promise not to fall asleep while waiting anymore, but eventually she realized that Natasha felt guilty for making her wait for her. Natasha was already working hard to complete whatever assignments were assigned to her as quickly and efficiently as possible so she could return to Wanda. Not wanting to be a burden, Wanda no longer waited for Natasha.
At first, it felt lonely. The bed felt bigger, colder, and emptier. Then, Wanda became used to it.
Because she would wake up to Natasha as a pleasant surprise, like today.
Wanda smiled as she watched Natasha sleep soundly, her breathing soft and steady. She shifted closer to the older woman, her heart full of happiness and longing at the same time. It was small moments like this morning that Wanda was thankful for.
Natasha's eyes slowly fluttered open at the small movement and met Wanda's ocean-green eyes. A tired smile curled on the spy's lips, her voice low and raspy. "Good morning, beautiful."
"Good morning to you too," Wanda said back, her smile widening. "Sorry if I woke you. I didn't mean to."
"Nah. You know I don't mind if it's you. You're better than a cup of coffee."
Wanda giggled as Natasha threw an arm over her waist and pulled her closer to the point where the tips of their noses brushed against each other. "Liar. You're heavily addicted to coffee. "
"Hey, that isn't true," Natasha huffed as her hand slid down to rest on the small of Wanda's back. "I can stop whenever I want. but I can't stop my daily dose of Wanda Maximoff."
"So you're saying you're addicted to me," Wanda teased and gingerly cupped the other woman's face with one hand.
"Astute observation, Maximoff. I want to add that it's a healthy addiction."
"Mmm, I guess I can let this addiction slide."
"As your superior, I order you to give me a pass."
Wanda rolled her eyes then laughed as she leaned in to kiss Natasha, fully pressing herself against her lover as she treasured another morning together.
As long as Natasha was by her side, Wanda felt like she could face the world.
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Giving In
Warning: Nat has a Penis, 18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Natasha is holding herself back. Little does she know that Wanda already knows and decides to give the redhead an incentive...
Words: 934
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Natasha was alone at the gym in the Avenger Compound, in the middle of unleashing a flurry of punches at a large punching bag.
It was past four thirty in the afternoon, an odd hour to be training. Most of the Avengers that lived in the Compound either did their training during the early hours of the morning or in the dead of night. These days, Natasha preferred to train alone. The cause to the shift in her training schedule was frustrating, with only herself to blame.
It started when she came across Wanda showering in the locker room after a rough morning of cross-country training from Steve. Wanda heard her come in (they were the only girls on the team so it was easy to guess it was Natasha) and asked her to get her a towel. When Natasha returned with a freshly cleaned and dried towel, Wanda shut off the shower head and stepped out of her shower cubicle, her bare self fully exposed for Natasha's eyes to drink in. It was the first time she ever saw Wanda naked and almost instantly, Natasha felt her cock twitch in her pants, and it was only getting harder. Wanda asked her what was wrong, but Natasha said nothing and quickly excused herself.
That was a week ago.
Every time she saw Wanda, her body had a strong response to the young witch's presence. Natasha became distracted every time they were within proximity of each other. The head on her shoulders could not focus on anything else because the head between her legs could only think about being buried deep inside Wanda. It got to the point she had to actively avoid Wanda if Natasha wanted to get any semblance of work done.
She knew that Wanda noticed the shift in her behavior. After all, Natasha was making no effort in hiding the fact she'd leave the room whenever Wanda walked in. Natasha would make eye contact with the young woman for five seconds and she could feel whatever pants she would be wearing at the time to suddenly feel tight. It was incredibly frustrating that her body was reacting like a hormonal teenage boy, and she couldn't stop it.
Natasha finished her workout panting heavily, beads of sweat sliding down her face.
Her body felt hot, and she knew it wasn't because of exercise.
She wondered how much longer she could last before she would break.
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"Goddammit. I don't understand how the hell Tony built this damn compound without a working dishwasher. It's been a week already," Natasha muttered to herself while slowly going through the massive pile of dishes in the sink (she was going to have a talk with Sam later).
"Need some help?"
Natasha froze.
She turned to her right to find Wanda standing beside her, a small towel in hand. The moment their eyes met, Natasha felt her cock throb in her sweatpants. She wanted to get away and privately relieve herself, but her sense of responsibility and not wanting leave Wanda with the pile of dishes won over her desire to leave.
Natasha tried to hide her growing erection by having the leg closest to Wanda positioned a bit forward, praying the brunette did not notice. "Sure, I could use help drying."
Wanda nodded and took a plate from Natasha.
They stood beside each other and silently went through the stack of plates, silverware, and coffee mugs. Natasha wondered why Wanda wasn't saying anything else considering this was the first time they've spoken to each in over a week.
When she handed Wanda the last of the dishes, Natasha turned off the faucet and hastily dried her hands. "Thanks for your help, Wanda. I'm-"
Wanda cut her off and backed her against the counter, placing her hands on either side of Natasha and trapping her.
"You're not running away again, Natasha. I won't let you."
"W-Wanda, wait...!"
But Wanda didn't listen. She pushed her pelvis against the older woman's.
Natasha shuddered at the contact and swallowed back a moan. She could tell she was fully erect, and it was impossible for Wanda to not feel it herself.
"Did you really believe I didn't notice the reason you've been avoiding me?" Wanda spoke in a low whisper, eyes never leaving Natasha's packing pair. "This... lively thing?" She traced the full length of Natasha's erection, starting from the base and slowly making her way up to the tip.
Natasha gritted her teeth and gripped the counter with such force her knuckles turned white when Wanda began stroking her through her sweatpants. She felt something burning, something primal, welling up deep inside of her. It had been growing this past week and was about to burst at the seams when Wanda pulled away. Natasha, in a lust-filled haze, could only stare dumbly as the brunette walked away.
Then, Wanda looked over her shoulder at Natasha and lifted up her skirt: she had no panties and her pussy glistened with arousal.
"If you're done running away, come to my room and this will be yours."
Wanda let her skirt fall and left the kitchen while Natasha was still reeling and processing what just happened. Each second that passed, her willpower crumbled, and her reasoning was thrown out the window.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Natasha knew it was a bad idea to mix work and sex, but the thought of finally getting Wanda under her and having her way with her overpowered any rational thought she had left as she finally took a step forward towards Wanda's room.
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A/N: Part 2...? 🤔
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LOL not the "(s)creamed" 😭
Glad you enjoyed! I promise to write part 2 and have Nat unleash her frustrations out on Wanda.
Giving In
Warning: Nat has a Penis, 18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Natasha is holding herself back. Little does she know that Wanda already knows and decides to give the redhead an incentive...
Words: 934
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Natasha was alone at the gym in the Avenger Compound, in the middle of unleashing a flurry of punches at a large punching bag.
It was past four thirty in the afternoon, an odd hour to be training. Most of the Avengers that lived in the Compound either did their training during the early hours of the morning or in the dead of night. These days, Natasha preferred to train alone. The cause to the shift in her training schedule was frustrating, with only herself to blame.
It started when she came across Wanda showering in the locker room after a rough morning of cross-country training from Steve. Wanda heard her come in (they were the only girls on the team so it was easy to guess it was Natasha) and asked her to get her a towel. When Natasha returned with a freshly cleaned and dried towel, Wanda shut off the shower head and stepped out of her shower cubicle, her bare self fully exposed for Natasha's eyes to drink in. It was the first time she ever saw Wanda naked and almost instantly, Natasha felt her cock twitch in her pants, and it was only getting harder. Wanda asked her what was wrong, but Natasha said nothing and quickly excused herself.
That was a week ago.
Every time she saw Wanda, her body had a strong response to the young witch's presence. Natasha became distracted every time they were within proximity of each other. The head on her shoulders could not focus on anything else because the head between her legs could only think about being buried deep inside Wanda. It got to the point she had to actively avoid Wanda if Natasha wanted to get any semblance of work done.
She knew that Wanda noticed the shift in her behavior. After all, Natasha was making no effort in hiding the fact she'd leave the room whenever Wanda walked in. Natasha would make eye contact with the young woman for five seconds and she could feel whatever pants she would be wearing at the time to suddenly feel tight. It was incredibly frustrating that her body was reacting like a hormonal teenage boy, and she couldn't stop it.
Natasha finished her workout panting heavily, beads of sweat sliding down her face.
Her body felt hot, and she knew it wasn't because of exercise.
She wondered how much longer she could last before she would break.
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"Goddammit. I don't understand how the hell Tony built this damn compound without a working dishwasher. It's been a week already," Natasha muttered to herself while slowly going through the massive pile of dishes in the sink (she was going to have a talk with Sam later).
"Need some help?"
Natasha froze.
She turned to her right to find Wanda standing beside her, a small towel in hand. The moment their eyes met, Natasha felt her cock throb in her sweatpants. She wanted to get away and privately relieve herself, but her sense of responsibility and not wanting leave Wanda with the pile of dishes won over her desire to leave.
Natasha tried to hide her growing erection by having the leg closest to Wanda positioned a bit forward, praying the brunette did not notice. "Sure, I could use help drying."
Wanda nodded and took a plate from Natasha.
They stood beside each other and silently went through the stack of plates, silverware, and coffee mugs. Natasha wondered why Wanda wasn't saying anything else considering this was the first time they've spoken to each in over a week.
When she handed Wanda the last of the dishes, Natasha turned off the faucet and hastily dried her hands. "Thanks for your help, Wanda. I'm-"
Wanda cut her off and backed her against the counter, placing her hands on either side of Natasha and trapping her.
"You're not running away again, Natasha. I won't let you."
"W-Wanda, wait...!"
But Wanda didn't listen. She pushed her pelvis against the older woman's.
Natasha shuddered at the contact and swallowed back a moan. She could tell she was fully erect, and it was impossible for Wanda to not feel it herself.
"Did you really believe I didn't notice the reason you've been avoiding me?" Wanda spoke in a low whisper, eyes never leaving Natasha's packing pair. "This... lively thing?" She traced the full length of Natasha's erection, starting from the base and slowly making her way up to the tip.
Natasha gritted her teeth and gripped the counter with such force her knuckles turned white when Wanda began stroking her through her sweatpants. She felt something burning, something primal, welling up deep inside of her. It had been growing this past week and was about to burst at the seams when Wanda pulled away. Natasha, in a lust-filled haze, could only stare dumbly as the brunette walked away.
Then, Wanda looked over her shoulder at Natasha and lifted up her skirt: she had no panties and her pussy glistened with arousal.
"If you're done running away, come to my room and this will be yours."
Wanda let her skirt fall and left the kitchen while Natasha was still reeling and processing what just happened. Each second that passed, her willpower crumbled, and her reasoning was thrown out the window.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Natasha knew it was a bad idea to mix work and sex, but the thought of finally getting Wanda under her and having her way with her overpowered any rational thought she had left as she finally took a step forward towards Wanda's room.
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A/N: Part 2...? 🤔
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Giving In
Warning: Nat has a Penis, 18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Natasha is holding herself back. Little does she know that Wanda already knows and decides to give the redhead an incentive...
Words: 934
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Natasha was alone at the gym in the Avenger Compound, in the middle of unleashing a flurry of punches at a large punching bag.
It was past four thirty in the afternoon, an odd hour to be training. Most of the Avengers that lived in the Compound either did their training during the early hours of the morning or in the dead of night. These days, Natasha preferred to train alone. The cause to the shift in her training schedule was frustrating, with only herself to blame.
It started when she came across Wanda showering in the locker room after a rough morning of cross-country training from Steve. Wanda heard her come in (they were the only girls on the team so it was easy to guess it was Natasha) and asked her to get her a towel. When Natasha returned with a freshly cleaned and dried towel, Wanda shut off the shower head and stepped out of her shower cubicle, her bare self fully exposed for Natasha's eyes to drink in. It was the first time she ever saw Wanda naked and almost instantly, Natasha felt her cock twitch in her pants, and it was only getting harder. Wanda asked her what was wrong, but Natasha said nothing and quickly excused herself.
That was a week ago.
Every time she saw Wanda, her body had a strong response to the young witch's presence. Natasha became distracted every time they were within proximity of each other. The head on her shoulders could not focus on anything else because the head between her legs could only think about being buried deep inside Wanda. It got to the point she had to actively avoid Wanda if Natasha wanted to get any semblance of work done.
She knew that Wanda noticed the shift in her behavior. After all, Natasha was making no effort in hiding the fact she'd leave the room whenever Wanda walked in. Natasha would make eye contact with the young woman for five seconds and she could feel whatever pants she would be wearing at the time to suddenly feel tight. It was incredibly frustrating that her body was reacting like a hormonal teenage boy, and she couldn't stop it.
Natasha finished her workout panting heavily, beads of sweat sliding down her face.
Her body felt hot, and she knew it wasn't because of exercise.
She wondered how much longer she could last before she would break.
---
"Goddammit. I don't understand how the hell Tony built this damn compound without a working dishwasher. It's been a week already," Natasha muttered to herself while slowly going through the massive pile of dishes in the sink (she was going to have a talk with Sam later).
"Need some help?"
Natasha froze.
She turned to her right to find Wanda standing beside her, a small towel in hand. The moment their eyes met, Natasha felt her cock throb in her sweatpants. She wanted to get away and privately relieve herself, but her sense of responsibility and not wanting leave Wanda with the pile of dishes won over her desire to leave.
Natasha tried to hide her growing erection by having the leg closest to Wanda positioned a bit forward, praying the brunette did not notice. "Sure, I could use help drying."
Wanda nodded and took a plate from Natasha.
They stood beside each other and silently went through the stack of plates, silverware, and coffee mugs. Natasha wondered why Wanda wasn't saying anything else considering this was the first time they've spoken to each in over a week.
When she handed Wanda the last of the dishes, Natasha turned off the faucet and hastily dried her hands. "Thanks for your help, Wanda. I'm-"
Wanda cut her off and backed her against the counter, placing her hands on either side of Natasha and trapping her.
"You're not running away again, Natasha. I won't let you."
"W-Wanda, wait...!"
But Wanda didn't listen. She pushed her pelvis against the older woman's.
Natasha shuddered at the contact and swallowed back a moan. She could tell she was fully erect, and it was impossible for Wanda to not feel it herself.
"Did you really believe I didn't notice the reason you've been avoiding me?" Wanda spoke in a low whisper, eyes never leaving Natasha's packing pair. "This... lively thing?" She traced the full length of Natasha's erection, starting from the base and slowly making her way up to the tip.
Natasha gritted her teeth and gripped the counter with such force her knuckles turned white when Wanda began stroking her through her sweatpants. She felt something burning, something primal, welling up deep inside of her. It had been growing this past week and was about to burst at the seams when Wanda pulled away. Natasha, in a lust-filled haze, could only stare dumbly as the brunette walked away.
Then, Wanda looked over her shoulder at Natasha and lifted up her skirt: she had no panties and her pussy glistened with arousal.
"If you're done running away, come to my room and this will be yours."
Wanda let her skirt fall and left the kitchen while Natasha was still reeling and processing what just happened. Each second that passed, her willpower crumbled, and her reasoning was thrown out the window.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Natasha knew it was a bad idea to mix work and sex, but the thought of finally getting Wanda under her and having her way with her overpowered any rational thought she had left as she finally took a step forward towards Wanda's room.
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A/N: Part 2...? 🤔
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when daybreak comes (and you're here)
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Waking up to Natasha are moments Wanda treasures the most.
Words: 470
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Wanda woke up to Natasha still fast asleep and curled up against her.
It didn't happen every morning. Natasha was a busy woman after all, and Wanda understood that. If it wasn't Fury or Maria keeping the redhead busy, she'd be off with Steve or Sam on some mission.
Natasha wouldn't return to the compound until late at night. At first, when she was sure Natasha would be returning, Wanda would stay up (or at least, she'd try to) until Natasha came to her room because she wanted them to fall asleep together. But Natasha insisted Wanda didn't have to wait for her. Wanda protested stubbornly in the beginning, saying she'll promise not to fall asleep while waiting anymore, but eventually she realized that Natasha felt guilty for making her wait for her. Natasha was already working hard to complete whatever assignments were assigned to her as quickly and efficiently as possible so she could return to Wanda. Not wanting to be a burden, Wanda no longer waited for Natasha.
At first, it felt lonely. The bed felt bigger, colder, and emptier. Then, Wanda became used to it.
Because she would wake up to Natasha as a pleasant surprise, like today.
Wanda smiled as she watched Natasha sleep soundly, her breathing soft and steady. She shifted closer to the older woman, her heart full of happiness and longing at the same time. It was small moments like this morning that Wanda was thankful for.
Natasha's eyes slowly fluttered open at the small movement and met Wanda's ocean-green eyes. A tired smile curled on the spy's lips, her voice low and raspy. "Good morning, beautiful."
"Good morning to you too," Wanda said back, her smile widening. "Sorry if I woke you. I didn't mean to."
"Nah. You know I don't mind if it's you. You're better than a cup of coffee."
Wanda giggled as Natasha threw an arm over her waist and pulled her closer to the point where the tips of their noses brushed against each other. "Liar. You're heavily addicted to coffee. "
"Hey, that isn't true," Natasha huffed as her hand slid down to rest on the small of Wanda's back. "I can stop whenever I want. but I can't stop my daily dose of Wanda Maximoff."
"So you're saying you're addicted to me," Wanda teased and gingerly cupped the other woman's face with one hand.
"Astute observation, Maximoff. I want to add that it's a healthy addiction."
"Mmm, I guess I can let this addiction slide."
"As your superior, I order you to give me a pass."
Wanda rolled her eyes then laughed as she leaned in to kiss Natasha, fully pressing herself against her lover as she treasured another morning together.
As long as Natasha was by her side, Wanda felt like she could face the world.
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Friendly reminder to back up your data often because you never know when your laptop’s hard drive will straight up DIE and need to pay $1700 to recover your very important files!!!!!
To be fair… the owner of the shop was super nice and gave me a discount, let me keep the 1TB hard drive he used to store my recovered files, free deep cleaning, AND free hard drive replacement and installment… but the cost is still a lot to my wallet at the beginning of the month when bills are also due
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Angry Wanda who ignores a particular redheaded Avenger but eventually ends up crying because she’s sad and lonely, and an indifferent, stoic Natasha who is trying not to show her emotions but has a crack in her armor for a very specific Sokovian, which prompts her to go to said Sokovian and apologize for her behavior
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I got the card when it respawned in the shop. Hope y’all are pleased @dirtyvulture @mostlymarvelsstuff
I love that Marvel Snap added the Wolverine meme as a skin variant 😂
I didn’t get it though because I don’t really use him and I save my gold for skins I really like
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we had a deal (we made a promise)
A WandaNat drabble - 535 words
Warnings: a single swear word :D
A/N: based off these moments HERE from Infinity War :)
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"I thought we had a deal," Natasha began, voice laced with disappointment. "Stay close, check-in…" She paused momentarily to sharply turn her head to Wanda who sat beside a wounded Vision and stared her down. "… don't take any chances."
Wanda visibly winced under Natasha's piercing glare and her cheeks burned with shame. "I'm sorry… We just wanted time…" she weakly rasped out." She already expected her reasoning wouldn't be good enough for the Widow as Natasha said nothing more and walked past her and Steve to join Sam at the controls of the Quinjet. Beside her, Vision, gently squeezed her hand and gave her a weak smile through his injury.
Steve came up to the runaway couple with his weary blue eyes filled with sympathy. "Both of you get some rest. We have a few hours until we're back at the compound."
Wanda nodded then leaned her head on Vision's shoulder while her eyes landed on striking blonde hair from the co-pilot's seat.
Natasha's vexed words continued to echo in the woman's mind during in her brief moment of slumber.
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After returning to the compound, Vision remained in the lab with Bruce and Rhodey, the latter two working together to repair the synthezoid's injury before the team flew to Wakanda. Wanda took it upon herself to search for the former Widow, still wracked with guilt for breaking her promise. Unsurprisingly, she found Natasha in the gym, training on a wooden dummy. The blonde paused mid-strike once she saw Wanda approaching her.
"Wanda," Natasha acknowledged with a curt nod.
"I'm sorry for breaking my promise," Wanda blurted out, forcing herself to look into Natasha's jade-green eyes to show how apologetic she was. "I know you're upset."
Natasha folded her arms. "You're right. I am upset that you broke your promise to me, to Steve, and I'm sure Tony is also upset with Vision for exactly the same reasons. Despite the fact Ross is still on all our asses, the three of us still allowed you two to meet in secret. If you wanted more time together, all you had to do was ask." The agent's eyes hardened. "But instead, you two decided to turn off your communicators so we couldn't track either of you, and that decision alone almost cost both your lives. You're lucky we were able figure out an alternative way by tracing the energy emitting from the stone on Vision's forehead."
Wanda winced but she deserved to be reprimanded. "I'm sorry, Natasha…" It was certainly not enough to excuse her actions and decisions, but it was all she could offer.
Maybe it ended up being enough because Natasha surprised her by placing her hand on the back of her neck and pulled Wanda closer so that their foreheads touched. The gesture was uncharacteristically intimate coming from the older woman, but Wanda enjoyed the surge of warmth that burst from her chest.
"Don't you ever do that again," Natasha demanded in a hushed whisper. "I was so fucking worried about you."
Wanda closed her eyes and reached over to place her hand on the back of the woman's neck too.
"I won't… I promise."
This time, Wanda intended to keep that promise.
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never again (will you leave me)
Summary: On Earth-838, Natasha abandons her recon mission after she receives a distress call from Captain Carter that her Wanda is being possessed by her alternate self.
A/N: One day I'll expand upon this idea but for now it will remain as a drabble
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"Nat, if you get this, the Illuminati Headquarters is under attack. The person in question is... Wanda Maximoff, your wife.
She is currently being possessed by another version of her through dreamwalking. Maria doesn't seem concerned and is confident we can handle her, but the Steven Strange we currently have imprisoned and prepped for trial said this Wanda is also known as the Scarlet Witch. There was deep-rooted terror in his eyes as he warned us of the Scarlet Witch's power and..." Static and explosions were heard in the background. "Listen, Nat. If something were to happen to the Illuminati, to me, I have no doubt that you'll be able to stop her. She cannot have that child with the power to jump through universes."
Natasha replayed the message over and over as she drove her motorcycle to the headquarters, an overwhelming sense of dread washing over the agent.
Dozens of broken and torn apart Ultron sentry units were scattered around the front gates and the long hall leading to the lab.
When Natasha found Wanda, the blood-covered woman stood alone among the fallen bodies of the Illuminati with her back turned to the agent. Natasha forced herself to swallow back her tears, knowing that Peggy, her best friend, was gone; she was too late.
She set her Widow Bite to maximum voltage and lifted her arm.
"Stop."
Wanda, with piercing red glowing eyes, turned around with an expression that turned soft. "Natasha..."
"Get out of my Wanda's body and return to your universe." Natasha began charging a taser disk as a tear slide down her cheek. "Please... I don't want to do this..."
With a single wave of the hand, Wanda's magic completely disassembles Natasha's Widow Bites and the components fall to the floor. Before Natasha could react, Wanda teleported in front of her, streams of red flowing into Russian's conscious. Natasha tried to fight her off, but her eyes involuntarily close and she lost consciousness.
Natasha's unconscious body floated into Wanda's arms and she held the woman tenderly, lips pressing softly to the agent's forehead.
"Once I've taken America's powers, I'll take you back home..." Wanda murmured. "And this time, we'll be together. I'll make sure you'll never leave me again..."
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