#Maximoff

[acciopietro]

Ok so I just read your “Bad Idea” smut and it was amazing! Can you do one where the roles are reversed? Like y/n has the sex pollen infect her?

combining with request #2: Hey 🧍🏻‍♀️ this is my first time ever requesting smut so- I feel super awkward 😅, I was wondering if you could write Pietro maximoff eating (fem?) reader out on a couch (or gn reader, anything you want :)

a week’s isolation - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader

summary: the strange plant thor brought to earth from asgard is housed in the lab on the upmost floor of the compound, it’s pollen safely contained; your room, however, is right below it. too bad they forgot to seal the vents.

word count: 3,878

tw: smut smut smut. oral (f receiving). apologizing in advance. both parties are 18+ and consenting adults!!!!

a/n: takes place in between the age of ultron/civil war era. pietro and wanda are adults but still young! i haven’t written smut in such a long time so forgive me for the long time it took to get this posted. i get embarrassed when writing shit like this so it takes me twice as long since after every word i have to close my computer and take a lap around my room. hope u enjoy :)

“DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?” FINISHED BANNER as he stood before the team, his face flushed and his eyes wide. Pietro had been half-listening for the first portion of the man’s speech, but at the sound of the words “highly dangerous” and “do not go near it”, his interest had been inevitably piqued.

Pietro fiddled with the string bracelet on his wrist, eyes drifting across the long, meeting table. You were sat next to the head of the table, hair daintily curved along the edges of your face, hands folded on the edge of the table, lips pressed together in thought. He blinked before he could get too lost in you; it had happened before and he didn’t feel like getting caught staring again.

A chorus of yes’s and head nods washed over the team, followed by a short moment of awkward silence as they individually considered the strangeness of the situation that was now in their midst. Pietro sent a tired glance to Wanda, who rolled her eyes and mouthed Pay attention!

“I need you all to seriously recognize the dangers this plant might cause,” Banner went on after the group gave their half-assed acknowledgements of their understanding. “Thor brought this here on accident, and it is only he and other Asgardians that are immune to it. We’re only trying to find a proper, safe way of disposing it, maybe even using a way to harness it’s pollen without... well, killing ourselves.”

“Why can’t Thor just bring it back up to Asgard?” Barton asked, scratching his chin. Shifting in his chair, he said, “I feel like that should be discussed.”

“The issue with that, Barton, is that it’s pollen has already begun to cling onto other things. Our plants, here on Earth, need some kind of vector to move their pollen from place to place, like insects or wind. On Asgard, or at least with this plant, it’s very different,” Banner explained. “The pollen acts almost like a virus, one that clings onto surfaces and grows. We don’t know how to kill this virus, so it’s harder to manage than normal pollen.”

Pietro watched you raise your hand; always so quiet, so polite, you were. It was endearing, he thought, watching you always behave so accordingly. The only time he ever saw you lose yourself was in the heat of a fight, when fists would fly and guns were drawn. It was a treat to see you in such a state, a rarity.

“Y/N? You have a question?”

“The pollen isn’t spreading into the compound, is it?” you asked carefully, something in your voice telling Pietro you were nervous. “Should I be worried?”

“No, we’ve done our very best to contain it,” Banner reassured you; Pietro watched your shoulders deflate. “As long as you all stay away from the lab, you’ll be just fine. And anyone who enters the lab will need to wear facial coverings. I’d even go as far as to say we should invest in more hazmat suits.”

“It’s not that extreme, is it?” Steve Rogers asked in disbelief. “I mean, hazmat suits? C’mon, Banner, what’s the big fuss?”

“The big fuss?” Banner gave a dry scoff. “The big fuss, Cap, is that if you’re exposed to the pollen, it’ll make your mind go into such a sex-driven frenzy that you’ll lose touch with goddamn reality! Do you want that? Because I seriously doubt you want that!”

A wave of silence washed over the room. Steve pressed his lips in a thin line, his nose dusted pink, and said nothing in response, only slowly shaking his head.

“We get it,” Natasha Romanoff spoke up after everyone spent a moment of clearing their throats and adjusting their chairs. “Stay away from big, scary plant.”

Bruce opened his mouth to keep going, but Tony Stark placed a hand on his shoulder.

“They get it,” Stark said. “We’ll change the password to the lab, anyways. J.A.R.V.I.S. will make sure no one goes in.”

All the members fizzled off, going their separate ways. Banner, Stark, and Thor ventured up towards the lab, the latter the only one not donned in a white hazmat suit. Wanda scooted her chair closer to yours, nudging your shoulder.

“Interesting, huh?” she commented. “Wonder what they do with them in Asgard.”

“S’probably like a drug,” Pietro chimed in, dragging his chair towards the two girls’ and sitting backwards on it, legs spread, hands dangling on the back of the chair. You crossed your legs, one folded gingerly over the other, the glossy black toe of your Mary Janes brushing his knee. “No doubt they get a shit ton of that pollen stuff and sell it.”

“I thought Asgardians were immune to it?” you said. Pietro paused.

“Well, maybe if they take a lot of it, it’s like that weird stuff you Americans have. Viagra. Helps it stay up, you know,” Pietro joked, to which Wanda whacked him on the shoulder. “What? Just a hypothesis.”

“Don’t be so crude,” Wanda chastised him. You giggled, the apples of your cheeks rose dusted. Pietro’s lips curled up at your reaction; you glanced over at him, matching his smile, before glancing back down at your lap. “Let’s just stay away from the lab for next few weeks or so. Play it safe.”

“I wanna see it,” Pietro ran a hand through the icy blonde tips of his hair. Your eyes widened a bit. “I’m curious now, y’know? I mean, what’s a sex plant supposed to even look like?”

“Curiosity killed the cat, Pietro,” you told him carefully, the sound of his name rolling so easily off your tongue that he almost felt goosebumps trail up his forearms. He smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“But satisfaction brought it back,” he finished the quote for you, raising an eyebrow. Your lips twitched, shaking your head a bit and looking away from him. Wanda rolled her eyes, patting you twice on the knee before standing up, strawberry-blonde hair tucked behind her ears.

“I’m going to find Vis,” she announced, the leather of her red jacket swishing against her waist. “I’m tired of this plant talk.”

“Your loss,” Pietro called after her as she walked off. She turned around and stuck her tongue out childishly before lifting a single hand; with a swirl of red light, the door slammed shut behind her. Glancing back at you, Pietro grinned. “You can’t tell me you’re not just the tiniest bit curious.”

“Of course I’m curious,” you told him, leaning forward a bit in excitement as you shifted around; the scoop neck of your black tee sat low on your chest as you moved, and he fought to keep his sights on your eyes. “But, it’s not worth the risk. Not in my opinion, at least.”

“Yeah, well,” Pietro shrugged. “Maybe I’ll grab ahold of one of those hazmat suits and head in there myself. Just to take a look.”

You sent him a look and sighed, “Just don’t be stupid.”

Pietro gave a toothy grin. “Oh, Y/N. When have I ever been stupid?”

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THE NEXT MORNING, PIETRO WAS bewildered to see you absent from the kitchen. Typically, you’d wake up way before he did, and he’d find you sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea or coffee and a book, silently reading. Vision sometimes would join you, or on certain days when Peter Parker would come round, Pietro would find you chatting away with him at the table. This specific morning, however, you were not there. Vision was sitting on his own, a copy of Henry David Thoreau’s Walden in front of him; a cold cup of coffee was sat in front of the empty chair.

“Buna dimineata,” Vision greeted in Sokovian, not looking up from his book. Pietro rubbed the sleep from his pale eyes and glanced at Y/N’s empty chair. “I presume you are curious as to where Y/N is.”

“Where is she?” Pietro asked, retying the white strings of his plaid blue and silver pajama pants. Vision glanced up at the cold cup of coffee, staring at it until it lifted into the air and carried itself towards the sink, dumping itself out and sitting on the chrome interior of the sink.

“I poured that for her, but she had yet to arrive,” Vision explained. Pietro furrowed his brows, crossing his arms over his chest where the white tank top he wore to sleep was wrinkled up. “I sought for Captain Rogers and he revealed to me that she’s been quarantined to her room.”

“Quarantined?” Pietro repeated, the word sounding uncomfortable on his tongue. He cursed under his breath before tentatively asking, “What for?”

Vision closed Walden and set it down on the table, letting out a simple breath and shifting his eyes to meet Pietro’s.

“It seems that the laboratory and Y/N’s room share an air vent,” he said. Pietro said nothing, not following. Vision stood up, tucking the chair back under the table and holding Walden with one hand. “They sealed off that mysterious plant, however they seem to have forgotten the air vent underneath the desk it’s planted on. That air vent just so happened to empty into Y/N’s room.”

“The pollen,” Pietro pinched the bridge of his nose. “O, la naiba...”

“So it’s just wise, according to Banner, that she is confined to her room,” Vision gave Pietro look, bowing his head forward as though he knew something he wasn’t supposed to. “Which means you must leave her alone until she has recovered.”

Pietro let out a sigh before moving his eyes away from version, clenching his jaw and thinking; maybe there was a way he could get into your room without getting infected by the pollen himself, even if it was just to talk with you. The idea of you being all cooped up there by yourself made his heart clench, but he also couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the effects the pollen was having on you. 

“Pietro,” Vision said, and Pietro met his eyes. “Do not try and see her. We don’t know how much pollen is still in that room.”

Pietro rolled his eyes and left the room, not letting Vision interrupt his brainstorming. Banner had been extreme in his warnings about the effects, but how sexually-frustrated could the damn thing make a person? Besides, you were tough. He was sure it wasn’t too bad.

And it wasn’t. But after a week, he started getting anxious. Your room was entirely off limits, the only people going in out being Banner, to asses the situation, and Steve Rogers, to talk to you. You had always been close with Rogers, however, Pietro wished Banner could lend him one of those masks so he could see you. 

One evening, Pietro couldn’t sleep. The more he laid in bed, pale eyes staring blankly at the white ceiling, the more he thought about you, cooped up in your room and probably in an unimaginable amount of pain. It had been a week and change already, and this isolation was sure to be driving you mad. He swung his legs around so he was now sitting on the edge of his bed, and he paused. 

Maybe this is a bad idea, he thought to himself as his legs carried him towards his door, Like, a really bad idea. He hand was still clasping over the doorknob and twisting, despite that little voice in the back of his head asking if this idea of his could potentially end badly.... or, he could end up helping you out. He couldn’t imagine being isolated for so long.

By the time he reached the outside of your bedroom, he paused, his knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitating to knock. He could hear you from outside, moaning and groaning in pain. His heart ached and he knocked.

The moaning stopped and Pietro gulped. “Hey, dragă...”

“Pietro?” you asked from inside. “You shouldn’t...” you paused, and he heard the sound of your bedsheets rustling. “You shouldn’t be near here...”

“I know,” he said. “But I wanted to see you.”

“Banner says it might be contagious,” you replied sadly. He could hear you frown. “I don’t want you to catch it.”

“It’s been over a week,” Pietro rolled his eyes. “I doubt it’s still airborne. Most viruses don’t last in the air for that long.”

“I guess,” you fell silent. More rustling. Pietro sighed and put his hand over the door knob. Taking a deep breath, he twisting and opened it.

You were a sight to see, that’s for sure. Half your body was covered by the white comforter, and the parts of you that weren’t were clad in a small tank top and small pajama shorts. The ceiling fan was on top speed, and there were two other fans propped up in the room, each pointing towards the bed. 

Your face was a bright red, same with your chest, and your hair was pulled back into a low ponytail to keep it out of your face. But your eyes, that had previously been half-lidded, widened considerably when you saw Pietro open the door before you threw the entire blanket over yourself.

“You can’t be in here!” you shrilled. “You’ll catch it!”

You felt a hand grasp onto the blanket, slowly pulling it down and off of you. Pietro, his hair tousled by his hand and his lips curved into a gentle smile, let out a small laugh.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m, like, superhuman. I think I’ll be okay. Let’s go get some water.”

You hesitated, letting him slide the blanket off you. You clenched your jaw, cheeks flushing scarlet as your eyes raked him up and down; he was clad in a thin white tank top that was maybe a size too small, and white-and-blue pajama pants that hung low on his waist. Taking a deep breath, you swung your legs over the bed and got to your feet.

You walked behind him, scared to get too close. Pietro could see your hesitation to the leave the room, as well as your hesitation to touch anything. 

“C’mon, dragă,” Pietro laughed at you. “It’s okay. I feel fine. You’re not going to get me sick.”

“We don’t know that,” you took another heavy breath, keeping your eyes off of him. The flushing of your face made it hard to breathe and the twisting in your lower abdomen was making your head whirl. The muscles of his back flexing every five seconds as he reached up in the cabinets for a cup was not helping. You gulped. “I need to sit down...”

“All right,” Pietro glanced back at you, holding the two cups of ice water. “You okay?”

“None of the medicines work,” you mumbled, hesitantly taking the from him. He sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, staring at you. You felt your neck get hotter and glancing down at your lap. “I just gets worse.”

“What does?” Pietro asked curiously. “What’s the issue? Nauseous? Headache?”

“Erm,” you took a shaky breath and squeezed your legs together. “Hard to explain. The plant, the one from Asgard that did this... it’s... it’s kind of odd...”

Pietro raised a brow. You had a death grip on both your cup and the couch cushion. Face beet red, you took a sip from your trembling hand, avoiding his inquisitive stare.

“How so?” Pietro asked.

“I don’t really know,” you mumbled. “Banner said it’s got these, like... coitus pheromones? I don’t really know what that word means, but he refuses to elaborate.”

It was Pietro’s turn to feel his cheeks grow hot. The word was the same in Sokovian, and he knew it was a fancy term for sex, but he was shocked that you didn’t know. You were supposed to be the smart one.

“Y/N... you don’t remember what it means?” he asked carefully. You shook your head.

“Do you?” you asked, finally meeting his eyes for the first time in a few minutes. Pietro bit the inside of his cheek. No wonder you were gripping the couch like a lifeline. This whole time, he had assumed you were moaning and groaning because of pain. His chest felt hot. “What’s it mean?”

“It means sex, Y/N,” he told you slowly. “If Banner says it’s got “coitus pheromones”, that means it’s like... it really is like alien viagra. Like I had joked about before…”

He saw your eyes grow wide, your chest beginning to rise and fall with greater speed. You averted your eyes away from him in almost an instant, pressing your lips together in a thin line and shrinking back as though to pretend he were not there.

“Great,” you mumbled. Pietro shrugged.

“S’not like you didn’t know what it did,” he said honestly. “You’ve been feeling like this for more than a week, you’ve had to have some idea. Probably driving you up a wall, huh?”

You gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah.”

Pietro stared at you, watching the rise and fall of your chest. “I could help you. If you wanted me to.”

You gave him a very odd look, brows furrowing just a bit. The air felt warmer, as though someone had turned off the A/C. “What?”

“You heard me,” Pietro muttered, and now it was his turn to shrink back, his back hunching. “Only if you want...”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you mumbled. Pietro pursed his lips. 

“You’re not,” Pietro said simply. “I’m asking you if you want me to help you.”

“I...” you bit the inside of your cheek, and he watched you take a deep, steady breath. “Of course I want you to.”

“Well...” Pietro trailed off, staring at you, awaiting your word. His knees were practically touching yours, the head radiating off of him making you grip the couch tighter.

“Well, what?” you asked. His hand left where it had previously rested on his lap and latched onto your knee, sliding upwards at a snail’s pace.

“Can I?” he asked softly. “Help you?”

You glanced down at where his hand rested on your thigh. Back up at his eyes. Jesus christ.

“Yes.”

You could’ve sworn you saw his lips twitch upwards, a half-smirk half-smile fighting to curl onto his face. You didn’t bother dwelling on it, though, considering you were too focused on the fact that his other hand was on your other thigh, his hands sliding up and down your leg leisurely before coming back down onto your knees.

He pushed your knees apart, his calloused fingers digging into your bare skin, pale blue eyes never leaving yours. You took another shaky breath, swallowing anxiously. He lowered himself off of the coffee table he had been sitting on, kneeling in between your knees. His fingers crawled up to the fabric of your pajama shorts, tugging on the hem.

“Y’know these gotta go, right?” he asked rhetorically. 

“Mmhm,” you gulped and did nothing for a second, but as he continued to tug on them, you took the top elastic and pulled it down until it reached his hands. He did the rest of the work, discarding them beside where he knelt.

Your underwear was a light blue, which just so happened to be Pietro’s favorite color (this was a coincidence, you swear). He hummed in approval and spread your knees apart wider. His eyes darted down, spotting the darkened patch of fabric right over her sex. He gave a smirk and snapped his eyes back up to yours again.

Saying nothing, he brought his hand closer to you, running his index finger up and down the darkened fabric. You shuddered. He was barely putting pressure on you, but it seemed the pollen was making even the slightest touch feel a million times more intense than it was.

“These also have to go. As much as I like ‘em,” he said, tugging on the azure fabric of your panties. You felt yourself smile a bit. 

“Okay,” you rolled your eyes, but grabbed the hem and pulled down down. Pietro grabbed them off of your ankles, and lifted them up in front of his eyes.

“Can I keep these?” he asked. You kicked him with your foot.

“Creep,” you said. He chuckled and put them on top fo your discarded pajama shorts. “Can you please just...”

“Just do what?”

You huffed and mumbled something unintelligible. He pressed his thumb to your clit rather harshly, moving in small, quick circles.

“What was that?” He asked as you gasped, hands grappling at the edge of the sofa. “What do you want?”

“Everything,” you breathed, your stomach fluttering. Pietro hummed.

“Well, I don’t have time to give you everything, but I can give you a... what do you call it? A taste?"

And then, before she could say anything more, he dove forward and pressed a kiss to your clit, eliciting another gasp from you. He skillfully traced his tongue up and down the length of your slit before returning to your clit, where he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked. You slithered a hand down to tangle in his hair, grasping at the white-blonde locks.

“Christ, Piet,” you breathed. You felt him smile before he lifted his mouth up for a second, licking his lips. Locking eyes with you, he brought himself back down to trace circles around your entrance with his tongue. Without a second to waste, he brought his hand up and plunged his index finger inside, pulling it out to only shove it back in over and over again.

Your head fell back onto the cushion of the couch, back arching, one hand grappling at the back of its foundations while the other grasped onto Pietro’s hair. Pietro’s eyes flickered back and forth between your half-lidded eyes and the finger that was moving in and out of you, and with a rush of adrenaline, he shoved his middle finger inside, too.

Curling his fingers, he brought his mouth to your clit. “Close, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” was all you could find words for, the combination between his fingers and his mouth making your vision go blurry and your mind go blank. “Uh-huh.”

“C’mon, dragă,” he coaxed, his words slightly muffled by his lips being pressed to your clit. “Give it to me.”

Back arching, the coil inside of your lower abdomen finally began to unravel at high speed, body spasming over his long fingers as pretty moans slipped from between your lips. Pietro was grinning as he sucked at your cunt, feeling your velvet walls tighten around his fingers as you orgasmed.

When the noises from you ceased, and your breathing began to slow, he pulled his fingers out and sat upright. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and just as they locked, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. You shivered.

“Feel better?” he asked casually. You paused.

“Yeah,” you said in shock. “I actually do.”

“Told you,” he smirked. You smiled at him.

“Thanks.”

“Of course,” he replied, getting off his knees and sitting beside you, handing you your underwear and shorts. “Would’ve done it even without the pollen, y’know.”

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow. He gave a firm nod. “I’ll have to take you up on that, then.”

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translation:

“Buna dimineata.” - Good morning

“O, la naiba.” - Oh, damn it.

“Dragă.” - Darling, Sweetheart, Love

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a/n: this is painfully unedited im sorry. 

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[thenatashamaximoff]

Heart Of Stone; Ch. 3

Summary: After decades of being HYDRA’s most prized possession, you’re finally free and find yourself under the protective eye of the Avengers. But with a piece of one of the Infinity Stones embedded into your heart, you’re never truly safe…

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, mind control, panic/anxiety attacks

Words: 22,897

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2023 You took it with you when you left. And, for the longest time, it wandered lost and wounded; the heart that she misplaced. But it didn’t give up. It kept beating, albeit with a dull ache, as it searched for a place where it could belong once again. It encountered moments of despair and moments of hope, but it never stopped yearning for the one who had taken it away. Through trials and tribulations, the heart carried on, fueled by the memories of a love that had once been so strong yet so… incomplete. A love that had never gotten the chance to blossom into its full potential. The scars left by the absence of that love were etched deep within, a constant reminder of what could have been.

And, just when it had almost given up hope, destiny intervened, leading the heart on a path of an unexpected reunion, where it would finally find solace and healing in the most astonishing way.

“Do you know what a… a supernova is?” She couldn’t help but smile at your soft-spoken question, and it was extremely easy for her to turn her gaze away from the night sky to look at the side of your face. How untroubled you were in this moment, relaxed in a state of bliss that was nearly contagious. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of calm wash over her as she gazed at you, her healing heart beating steadily in her chest. “When a star… A star can run out of fuel, and that triggers a series of- of explosive events.” She could feel her stomach flip when your cheeks stretched against your lips as a smile formed. “It can briefly outshine an… entire galaxy.”

“Tell me more.” Her voice was lower than yours, a mere breath in the scant space between you and her, but she knew you heard her when your grin only grew wider.

“It marks the end of a- a star’s life,” you continued, “but it also creates new… elements that can be used to form new stars and… and planets.” Finally, you turned your head to meet her gaze, and she had to fight every fiber in her being to not close the little distance. “The end of something old, but… the beginning of something new. Like a… a rewritten story.”

No need for her to utter a sound, no need to fill the new quiet with meaningless words. Instead, she preferred to simply enjoy the view, to bask in the beauty of you. Your face, illuminated by the moonlight, gave you an ethereal aura. The soft light of the stars embraced you as if they were shining solely for you, creating an image of a heavenly being in her mind.

“You could be an angel.” The whispered words slipped past her lips before she even realized it, and she saw your expression change. Your features, once warm and relaxed, now creased with wrinkles of confusion. Your eyebrows knitted together, and your head tilted slightly, but a faint smile still lingered on your lips. However, the uncertainty in your eyes was unmistakable.

“But I… I don’t want to die, Wanda…” you said softly, your voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Her throat constricted almost as tight as her heart did when she gasped lightly at your words, a thin yet obvious layer of tears glossing over her eyes. She found herself inching toward you on the blanket, desperate to get close enough for your nose to brush across hers. “You won’t,” she declared, the bewilderment riddling your features washing away at the determination in her voice. “Nothing will happen to you. Nothing will ever hurt you.” She shook her head, swallowing a mouthful of saliva thickly. “I won’t let it, dove.” 

She leaned forward, but her movements were interrupted by the appearance of your hand in front of her face. Her eyebrows furrowed tightly together, confusion washing over her like water, yet it was all dried out when she noticed all of your fingers tucked into a fist, with your pinky standing tall and proud. “Do you… promise?”

A soft smile lifted the corners of her lips as she wrapped her pinky around yours tightly. “I promise I’ll keep you safe.” As you nodded, her eyes fluttered closed long before she pressed her lips against yours in a deep kiss that ignited a fire in her soul. She broke the hold your pinky had on hers to move her hand toward you, the tips of her fingers gently caressing your jawline in a delicate touch. The tenderness of her gesture sent a shiver down your spine as if her fingertips carried a soothing warmth that spread throughout your body. 

In that moment, it felt as if time stood still. The world faded away around her, replaced by a sense of peace and security. It was just the two of you, connected by the gentle touch of her hand and the soft, passionate pressure of your lips. And, even when you parted to catch your breath, her fingers remained, eyes locked in a hypnotic trance.

Her touch spoke volumes in the silence, conveying a depth of love and affection that words couldn’t fully capture. It was a dialect only the two of you understood, a silent conversation that transcended the boundaries of spoken language.

“I… I want to stay here. With… you. My Wanda.” Your eyes somehow sparkled brighter in the darkness, making the stars above envy your shine. The vulnerability in your voice tugged at her heart, and a gentle smile graced her mouth. She brushed the pad of her thumb across your bottom lip, featherlight yet warm all the same. “I like… the stars.” Your movement was reluctant, not wanting to turn from her touch, yet you ultimately returned your gaze to the night sky above. Wanda’s heart swelled with a mixture of adoration and longing.

She shifted closer, her body pressing against yours as if to bridge the gap between the stars and your souls. Her voice was barely a whisper, filled with an unwavering determination and tenderness, “Then let’s stay.” She wanted to feel you, to relish in the warmth a single touch brings. She brought her hand back up, tracing gentle circles on your cheek. The chills that overtook your body caused you to shiver underneath her fingertip, and she smiled softly at you when you pulled your attention away from the stars to meet her gaze. “Right here.”

Your lips pursed together, your eyes unmoving as your mind raced through words. “Aren’t you… tired?”

“No, my dove,” she answered warmly, her voice filled with affection. “I want to hear more about the stars.” As her words danced through the air, she couldn’t help but feel her stomach twist with joy. The way your eyes lit up, a radiant smile spreading across your face, was a sight that made her heart skip a beat. 

You extended your arm, a silent invitation for Wanda to move closer, and instinctively she leaned into you. But instead of resting her head against your shoulder, she nestled her ear over your chest, finding solace in the rhythmic thumping that reverberated through her being. It was as if she sought refuge in the steady cadence, the comforting song that echoed within your body. When you spoke, your voice was low and husky, “Some stars are so far away that… that their light takes thousands of years to… reach us.” The steady beat in her ear, your lulling voice in the other, she felt a profound sense of calm and tranquility. Every word that slipped from your lips was like a gentle caress to her soul, painting vivid pictures of serenity and peace. “We’re actually gazing into the past… Seeing the remnants of… the stars long gone.”

Wanda’s fingers gently intertwined with yours, deepening the connection between you and her. “Show me some constellations.”

Gently, you guided Wanda’s hand, pointing to the night sky speckled with stars. Your fingers traced invisible lines, connecting the celestial dots to form constellations. “There…” you said softly, your voice filled with a mix of enthusiasm and admiration. “That cluster is… Orion. The hunter. Do you see how the three stars in the… middle form his belt?”

Wanda’s eyes followed your guidance, her gaze fixed on the starry canvas above. She leaned in closer as if trying to capture every detail of the constellations you were unveiling. “And what about that one?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity, as her fingers traced the outline of a different group of stars.

“That’s… Ursa Major,” you replied, your voice holding a touch of wonder, “the Great Bear. The seven stars that form the… the Big Dipper- They’re part of it.”

Gradually, the tranquility of the night and the lilting beat of the drumming in your chest began to soothe Wanda into a peaceful slumber. Exhaustion weighed heavy on her, but in your embrace, she found solace and safety. With a gentle sigh, her eyes slid closed, her head nestling further against you. Your heartbeat, the steady rhythm that had provided her comfort through the night, now served as a lullaby, lulling her deeper into sleep.

Your ancient tales of the stars faded to a pause when you looked down at her, a soft smile tugging your lips as you watched the rise and fall of her chest with each tranquil breath. The sky above continued to twinkle as if keeping watch over the two of you, the celestial light casting a gentle glow upon your peaceful tableau.

Carefully, you adjusted your position, ensuring Wanda was comfortable against you, as you leaned your head against the warm blanket beneath you. You gazed up at the stars that had become witnesses to your love story, and, as the night embraced you both, you surrendered to its tender embrace, knowing that tomorrow would bring new adventures, new constellations to discover, and a love that would continue to shine brightly… just like the stars above.

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Wanda’s eyes fluttered open, greeted by the gentle caress of sunlight on her face. As her surroundings came into focus, she found herself sitting on the blanket, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the fabric beneath her. A sense of disorientation washed over her as she realized the space beside her was empty.

Brows furrowed with confusion, she searched the immediate vicinity, hoping to catch a glimpse of your familiar presence. But all she found were the remnants of the night’s stargazing adventures, the memories still fresh in her mind.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she recalled the warmth of your embrace, the comforting thump of your heartbeat, and the whispered words that had filled the air. Had it all been a dream? The doubt lingered, tugging at her heartstrings. Questions swirled in her mind as she tried to make sense of the situation. Had you left while she was lost in slumber? Was it all just a figment of her imagination, a manifestation of her longing and desire?

As she rose to her feet, determination mingled with trepidation in Wanda’s gaze. She turned her attention towards the front of the house behind her, her eyes scanning the windows in search of a glimpse of you. Her stomach twisted with anticipation, knowing that the next few moments held the answer to her unspoken question.

Leaving the blanket behind, a testament to the fleeting moments shared, Wanda made her way toward the quaint home. Each step felt like an eternity, yet she couldn’t help but feel drawn to the possibility that awaited her inside. Reaching the front door, her trembling hand grasped the doorknob. With a deep breath, she turned it and pushed it open, allowing the familiar creaking sound to fill the air. The weight of her anticipation was palpable as she stepped across the threshold, her eyes daring around the still room.

“Y/N?” Her voice was barely a whisper, catching in her throat as she called out your name. The silence that followed was deafening, echoing the emptiness that mirrored her heart. It threatened to swallow her whole, fueling the fear that she was too late, that you had slipped away. 

But then, a sound reached her ears. A clanging noise emanated from the kitchen, a hint of life amidst the stillness. Her pulse quickened, and a glimmer of hope sparkled within her. With renewed determination, she followed the sound, her steps becoming more assured with each passing moment.

Rounding the corner, her eyes fell upon you. And there you stood, amidst the chaos of bubbling pots and sizzling pans, a concentrated expression on your face - seen underneath the smudges of flour coloring your complexion - as you were oblivious to her arrival. Smoke wafted through the air from the burnt bacon that sat on the hot stove, and it was then that Wanda noticed the broken fire alarm sitting next to the sink, silent and useless.

Amusement washed over her as she took in the scene, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the doorway. A playful smile danced on her lips as she watched you navigate the confusion of the kitchen,  your movements an uneven blend of purpose and panic. Pots and pans clanged, ingredients were scattered haphazardly, the nose-burning smell of charred meat… There was a certain charm in the disarray.

She observed your furrowed brow and the occasional look of perplexity that flickered across your face. It was evident that this culinary endeavor was challenging, but your enthusiasm remained unwavering. She couldn’t help but be captivated by your perseverance to tackle something new, even if it resulted in a temporary state of chaos.

As you reached for a spice jar, knocking over a measuring cup in the process, Wanda couldn’t contain her laughter. The sound echoed through the kitchen, filling the room with contagious joy. The sound brought a momentary pause to your frantic activity, causing you to look up and meet her gaze. And though your eyebrows shot up in shock, it seemed as if her presence brought a sense of calm amidst the culinary storm.

An embarrassed smile tugged your lips as your arms fell to your side, looking down while she walked further into the room. “I- I wanted to… surprise you.” You rested your hands on the counter, digging your thumb nervously into your palm. Wanda’s laughter subsided, replaced by a tender expression.  “You… You cook for me all the time. I wanted to…” You huffed, shaking your head and, though she couldn’t see it, she could see the signs that your bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “I’m… I’m not very good at it. Maybe I should just… stick to peanut butter sandwiches.”

She rounded the island, placing a delicate hand over your nervous ones upon reaching you as she swiftly flicked the stove top off. “It’s not about the perfect meal, my dove. It’s about the effort and intention behind it.” You looked up at her through your lashes, and seeing the warm smile on her face caused you to relax further. “And, in my eyes… you’re already succeeding.”

Your posture straightened with newfound determination. The embarrassment that had made a home on your face washed away as a bright smile turned that frown upside down. “Will you… teach me?” The words slipped from your lips, laced with eagerness and vulnerability. Wanda’s eyes softened as she looked at the culinary disaster spread out on the counter - from the charred strips of bacon to the watery pancakes sitting on a plate - and she nodded her head in agreement.

“After we clean up,” she offered with a soft laugh, her voice gentle and reassuring. Her hand moved from yours to rest against your cheek, her touch both comforting and electrifying. The warmth of her palm against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but lean into her touch, reveling in the affectionate connection between you. Her thumb moved in soft circles, wiping away some of the flour painting your features.

With a shared understanding, you both set aside the wreckage of your cooking attempt and began the task of cleaning up. It became a shared endeavor, a dance of laughter and gentle touches as you worked side by side, turning a chaotic kitchen into a space of order and cleanliness.

As the last dish was placed in its rightful spot, Wanda turned towards you, a playful glimmer in her eyes. “Now, let the real culinary adventure begin,” she claimed, your face lighting up with excitement.

You watched carefully as she turned the stove back on, the flame flickering to life beneath the burner. She grabbed the pan and placed it on the now-heated surface, the metal hissing with anticipation. With a graceful motion, she picked up a few strips of bacon and expertly placed them onto the skillet, the sound of the sizzle filling the kitchen.

Your eyes were fixed on her hands, marveling at the precision and confidence with which she handled the task. Each movement was deliberate as if she had done this a hundred times before. It was a simple act, cooking bacon, but the way she did it made it seem like a work of art.

As the aroma of crackling bacon filled the air, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration for Wanda’s skills. She had effortlessly transformed a chaotic kitchen into a space of culinary magic, and you were grateful to be a witness to her expertise. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you leaned against the countertop, content to watch her work her magic. The clattering of pots and pans, the occasional laughter, and the tantalizing scent of cooking filled the air, creating a symphony of domestic bliss.

In that moment, it didn’t matter that the pancakes had been watery or that the fire alarm had been broken. What mattered was the connection between you, the shared experience of learning and growing together. And as you watched Wanda cook, you knew that every adventure would be an opportunity to strengthen your bond and create beautiful memories. Together, you would navigate the world, supporting each other, laughing at the mishaps, and savoring the delicious results. It was a journey you were excited to embark on, hand in hand, knowing that with Wanda by your side, every day would be a celebration of love, passion, and shared experiences.

As Wanda turned off the stove and stacked the dirty dishes into the sink (once again), a realization struck you. Lost in the mesmerizing sight of her, you hadn’t paid attention to the details or learned anything from her culinary expertise. The awareness brought a sheepish smile to your face.

With an amused smirk, Wanda met your gaze, her eyes twinkling with mirth. It was as if she were reading your thoughts this very moment, knowing that you had been too captivated by her presence to absorb any practical knowledge. She took a step closer, her hands gently cradling your face. She couldn’t help it, thriving on the way your touch warms her insides.

“Why don’t you go freshen up while the food cools down?” she proposed, her voice filled with affection and a hint of playfulness. Her suggestion was accompanied by a tender gesture, her thumbs moving in delicate circles against your skin. The intimacy of the moment made your heart skip a beat, and you found yourself getting lost in the deep emeralds of her eyes, feeling a connection that went beyond words.

You nodded in agreement, appreciating her for just a moment longer before taking the opportunity to collect yourself after the whirlwind of emotions and sensations. As you turned your head towards the kitchen door, you couldn’t resist stealing a quick glance at Wanda, admiring her in that moment. The way her eyes crinkled at the corners, the soft curves of her lips, and the gentle touch of her hands on your face - they were all reminders of the affection and tenderness you shared.

A light laugh parted her mouth after you stole a sneaky kiss before making your way out of the room.

With a couple of fixed plates in her hands and a hint of intrigue in her eyes, Wanda set aside the task of arranging the meal and walked toward the front of the house. The knock grew slightly louder, slightly more impatient, as she approached the door, filling her with curiosity. When she opened it, a soft smile formed on the Sokovian’s lips, yet the unfamiliar face didn’t sate her confusion.

“Hello, dear.” The woman beamed widely, a potted plant held carelessly in her hands. “I’m Agnes, your neighbor to the right.” Wanda’s soft smile strengthened at the friendly greeting. “Forgive me for not stopping by sooner to welcome you to the block! My mother-in-law was in town, so I wasn’t.” She walked further into the house, plopping the housewarming gift into Wanda’s arms. “What’s your name? Where are you from? And, most importantly, what is that fantastic smell?”

“Well, I’m Wanda.”

“Wanda. Charmed.” Agnes chuckled softly as she looked around. “Golly, you settled in fast! Did you use a moving company?”

“I sure did,” Wanda claimed, quickly nodding as she placed the plant on the table. “Those boxes certainly didn’t move themselves.” She wiped her hands across the front of her shirt, watching Agnes lean forward slightly, her eyes sparkling with interest.

“So, what’s a single gal like you doing rattling around this big house?”

Wanda’s cheeks flushed ever so slightly, her mind briefly wandering to you just upstairs. “Oh, no. I’m not single,” she replied, her voice a touch softer.

Agnes raised an eyebrow playfully, her gaze shifting to Wanda’s left hand as she sat down on the couch. “I don’t see a ring,” the neighbor pointed out.

The Sokovian cleared her throat, her cheeks growing warmer. “Well, I- I assure you I’m happily married.” She placed her hands on her hips in hopes of hiding her fingers, though she knew there was no use now. “As a matter of fact, she’s just upstairs.”

“Wands, I-” The two women turned their heads at the sound of your approach, and you froze in the middle of the stairs upon making eye contact with Agnes. Wanda was quick to move toward you, catching one of your hands before you could bother the scar marking your palm to gently tug you down the rest of the way as the unknown woman stood up respectfully. Your lips seemed to glue shut the moment you processed the guest, your hand squeezing Wanda’s fingers.

“The woman of the hour!” Agnes announced, stepping up to you. “Always in the know, that’s me. How are you, dear?” She laughed heartily, and you glanced at Wanda uneasily, who was looking at you with care and concern. Agnes’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she beamed at you with the widest smile you had ever seen on a stranger. “Aren’t you a precious little thing,” she claimed, tapping the tip of your nose in a quick and unexpected move that caught you off guard. “I could just eat you up!”

You took a small step to the side, instinctively trying to protect your nose from further attacks, and peeked over Wanda’s shoulder, hoping to find some sort of shield from Agnes’s playful teasing. “Please don’t…” you whispered, and her robust chuckle told you she heard you.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I don’t eat people.” A smirk played at the side of her lips, leaning forward slightly as she added in a low voice, “At least, not anymore.”

Feeling a surge of apprehension, your hand squeezed Wanda’s gently once more, seeking comfort and support. Sensing your need, she cleared her throat, redirecting Agnes’s attention back to her. “Y/N and I were just about to sit down for breakfast,” the Sokovian clarified, her voice steady and composed.

The neighbor’s eyes lit up with curiosity, and she nodded in understanding. “Ah, breakfast! Well, I wouldn’t want to interrupt such a delicious affair! I’ll leave you two lovebirds to enjoy your meal.” She winked mischievously, her playful demeanor evident. “But remember, if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to knock on my door. I’m just to the right.” You stayed behind Wanda as your eyes followed the retreating woman, watching her pull open the door as she turned to face the two of you. “My right, not yours!” She chuckled softly this time as she stepped out, leaving you and Wanda alone.

The witch turned to you, a gentle expression on her face. “Are you okay?” Her fingers intertwined with yours as you nodded, chewing the inside of your cheek. “Did you want to do something today?” Wanda used her hold on you to tug you to the table, leaving you to take your own seat for a brief moment before she returned with the two plates piled with the food she had cooked moments before the interruption. 

“Can… Nat come over?” Your hopeful eyes met her bright green ones almost instantly as you picked up a fork. “I… I want her to see our… home.”

Wanda could feel her posture weaken as her shoulders sagged at your question, her bottom lip finding its way in between her teeth as you turned your attention to the food in front of you. “Oh, sweetheart…” She eyed you carefully. “She’s not in the country, you know that.” The prongs of your fork poked at the slices of toast on your plate, and she could feel the sharp tug of her heart at the sight of your frown. She reached toward you, placing her hand gently over yours to offer comfort. “I know how much you miss her,” she said, her voice filled with empathy. “I miss her, too, but she’s on a mission. We have to respect that.” Her thumb traced soothing circles on the back of your hand, trying to ease the disappointment you felt. “How about we take a walk this afternoon?” she continued, her tone growing more cheerful.

Your eyes brightened a little, and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “That… sounds nice,” you replied, your voice carrying a glimmer of enthusiasm. “Just the… two of us, right?”

Wanda’s grin matched yours as she squeezed your hand gently. “Of course,” she stated. “We can even go to that little place we went to the other day. What was it called again?” Her heart skipped a beat when your small smile grew wide, a comfortable knot forming in her stomach when you flipped your hand over to intertwine your fingers through hers. It was the source of the warmth radiating throughout her entire body.

“For… For Art’s Sake?” She couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your enthusiasm, wondering how it was possible for a human to hold more light than the sun. “I… We can go?”

“Anything for you, my dove.” She moved her hand to rest her palm against your cheek in a delicate touch, feeling just how quickly she relaxed when you leaned against her.

With renewed optimism, you picked up your fork and resumed eating, savoring each bite of the delicious meal. As you enjoyed the breakfast together, the anticipation of exploring the neighborhood filled the air, creating a sense of excitement and possibility. In that moment, you knew that no matter what the day had in store, being with Wanda was all you needed to make it special.

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As the afternoon sun painted the neighborhood in golden hues, you and Wanda embarked on a leisurely stroll down the charming streets, reveling in the beauty of your new surroundings. Towering trees line the sidewalks, their branches swaying softly in the breeze. The houses, adorned with charming facades and well-tended gardens, exuded a sense of warmth and tranquility.

A symphony of colors greets your eyes as vibrant flowers bloom in every yard, splashing the landscape with nature’s artwork. Roses in various shades whispered sweet scents, while daisies and tulips danced in the morning light. The air was alive with the melodic chirping of birds, their songs interweaving harmoniously to create a serene soundtrack.

But Wanda’s attention wasn’t captured by the picturesque scenery alone. Her gaze was fixed on you, captivated by the way you eagerly absorbed every detail around you. She didn’t fight the feeling, becoming enchanted by the way your eyes darted from one beautiful sight to another, like a child in a candy store. She smiled warmly, filled with affection as she observed the way your features sparkled with excitement. The gentle breeze tousled your hair, and she couldn’t help but be drawn to the way your face lit up with joy. It was in these simple moments that she found herself falling in love with you all over again.

“Witnessing the world through your eyes is a gift,” Wanda murmured, her voice filled with admiration. “You have an incredible ability to find wonder in the smallest things.”

You turned to her, a bright grin gracing your lips. “It’s… It’s hard not to be amazed when everything around us is so… beautiful.” Your arms swayed by your sides as you walked, and there was no mistaking the intentional brush of your knuckles against hers. “But… it’s even more special because I… I get to share it with you.” Her heart fluttered at your words, warmth swallowing her insides as she looked away to hide the dark red coloring her cheeks. “It’s… surreal.”

Her gaze returned to you, eyebrows pinched together tightly with confusion. You noticed the change, the sign of her perplexity, and it made you pause for a moment as you realized your words might have come across as ambiguous. Your lips pursed together, your eyes bouncing back and forth between hers as you worked your mind to come up with a better explanation.

“I- I mean… being here with you. It’s like a… a dream come true.” You breathed out as you slowly reached out for her hand, looking down to watch your fingers intertwine through hers, and the way her heart skipped a beat was serene. “I never imagined I’d be able to… touch you like this.”

Her brows unfurrowed slightly, the confusion giving way to a glimmer of understanding. Wanda’s lips curved into a tender smile, a mixture of relief and affection shining in her eyes. She hooked a finger under your chin, delicately guiding your head up to meet her gaze once more. “Being here with you feels like a dream for me too,” she murmured lowly, feeling a surge of warmth flow through her arm when you gave her hand a subconscious squeeze. “To hold your hand, to feel your touch… I never thought we’d see the day when I’d be able to do that.” The gentle breeze continued to brush against her skin, almost as if nature itself was encouraging her to bridge the gap between you. And she did.

Using her finger under your chin, she gently steered you closer, closing the distance between your lips. As they met in a soft kiss, the warmth that lingered in her arm expanded, spreading like wildfire through her entire body. Time seemed to stand still, and the world around you faded away. With each lingering touch of your lips, the warmth only intensified, enveloping them in a cocoon of bliss and contentment.

When you finally parted, a shared breathless smile danced on your lips, and Wanda’s eyes sparkled with a newfound certainty. “I never want to let go of this feeling,” she whispered. “Being with you, touching you… It’s everything I’ve ever longed for. And I won’t take it for granted.”

With a nod of her head, you continued your stroll, hand in hand. “I-” You looked down, watching your feet move you forward. “I don’t want to… take it for granted either.” You picked your head up, turning toward her to catch her small smile and twinkling eyes. “Wands… I l-”

“Hey there, Wanda.” Her smile tightened as she turned her head at the sound of her name. The mailman, with a cheerful expression, approached you with his cart in tow. He reached into the cart and retrieved a single card, instantly recognizable by its appearance. Wanda’s heart skipped a beat, and a sense of anticipation filled the air. “Just this today,” he confirmed, extending the card towards you. However, after a moment of hesitation, Wanda reached out and took it instead.

“Wh- Where?” you asked, your eyes fixed on her as the man walked away. She laughed lightly when you eagerly accepted the card from her outstretched hand, your fingers grazing hers. Your gaze shifted to the picture on the postcard, revealing a serene beach lined with people and what appeared to be a castle hidden behind trees dancing on the space between sand and grass. As you studied the image, Wanda’s gaze was glued to you, observing the emotions flickering across your face. “Spain… She’s in Spain.” Your voice was laced with excitement, yet there was a tinge of longing minced in your words. Handing the postcard back to Wanda, you watched as she delicately flipped it over with another soft chuckle, tracing the curves of the handwritten message with her eyes. “Wh- What did… she say?”

“‘Thinking of you from the shores of Spain. Wish you were here to explore the enchantment together. Until then, let this postcard be a glimpse into the magic we’ll experience when we reunite. Sending love across the distance. Nat.’”

“She’s… She’s…” Your eyes shimmered with a mixture of joy and wistfulness. Excitement overwhelmed your entire being, leaving you rendered incapable of speaking. 

“She’s thinking of you,” Wanda finished your thought with a soft smile, her eyes filled with fondness. “Nat always had a way of making every place magical, whether she’s on assignment or not.” You let out a contented sigh, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you. The weight on your shoulders seemed to lighten, and watching them relax helped Wanda do just the same.

She extended her hand, a silent invitation to continue exploring the city together. You gladly accepted, intertwining your fingers with hers. The postcard, now safely tucked away in your pocket, held a cherished place in both your hearts as you walked hand in hand.

“What’s… that?” Wanda hadn’t realized she had been lost in your smile once again until you spoke, pulling her out of her reverie. She followed your gesture and looked in the direction you were pointing. In the distance, a lively scene unfolded before them. Tents were pitched, colorful balloons adorned tables, and the sound of music gradually grew louder as they approached.

It was a block party.

A mix of excitement and curiosity bubbled within Wanda as she observed the gathering. Laughter filled the air, and the aroma of delicious food wafted through the streets. Adults of all ages mingled, dancing to the upbeat rhythm and indulging in the festive atmosphere. As you slowed to a stop, her hand tightened around yours, a silent expression of her anticipation and willingness to join in the celebration, before the connection between you fell away. You looked at her, captivated by the longing in her eyes, and took a deep breath before walking forward.

“Y/N?” Wanda tailed after you, her face pinched up in confusion. “We don’t have to-”

“I’m…” You pursed your lips together, contemplating the next few seconds, before saying, “I see your new… friend.” Wanda, momentarily taken aback by your sudden determination, followed your gaze and spotted Agnes among the partygoers. A flicker of recognition crossed her face, and she couldn’t help but have her curiosity overwhelmed with intrigue. With a small nod, she understood your intentions and followed you to the festivities.

As you entered the lively atmosphere of the party, Wanda couldn’t help but notice the subtle glances you would steal in her direction. It reminded her of the way you used to look towards Natasha, seeking her support and comfort in public settings. The memory stirred a bittersweet feeling within her, as she understood the significance of those stolen glances. Realizing that you now sought solace and reassurance in her presence warmed Wanda’s heart. It was a testament to the bond you had developed and the trust that had grown between you. She felt a deep sense of gratitude and a renewed determination to be there for you, just as Natasha had been.

“Wanda!” Agnes, leaving her little group behind, made her way toward you with her signature grin. “And Y/N, a pleasure.”

Wanda’s gaze shifted towards Agnes as she approached, her curiosity piqued by the woman’s loud but friendly demeanor. She quickly glanced toward you, but your eyes were drawn to the neighbor’s nearing figure. She couldn’t see what you were thinking if you wouldn’t look at her.

“You two look absolutely fetching,” she claimed, crossing her arms over her chest with a touch of enthusiasm. “I’m thrilled you joined us! A block party just isn’t complete without the whole block, am I right?” Her laughter boomed, causing a faint twitch in your expression, a subtle reaction that Wanda’s observant gaze didn’t miss. Agnes’s piercing blue eyes seemed to fixate on you, making you instinctively tense up beside the Sokovian.

“We actually weren’t aware that a party was planned today,” Wanda confessed, luring Agnes’s attention away from you and onto her, “but it’s a pleasant way to get to know the neighbors!” Her chuckle was soothing and melodic - a stark difference to Agnes’s - and the sound of it melted away the tension that had gripped your muscles. “How about we explore the food options together? I’m sure they’ll have your favorite…” Her words trailed off as she realized you were suddenly no longer by her side, an instant knot of worry forming in the pit of her stomach. Swiftly, her eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for your familiar presence amidst the crowd.

“You’ve got quite the crafty spouse, huh?” Agnes teased, her laughter carrying a light, playful tone. But she could see panic slowly overtaking the color of Wanda’s eyes and she gestured towards her with a reassuring wave. “No need to fret, dear. I’ll help you find her.”

Wanda gently moved past Agnes, her brain not quite registering the words the neighbor had just spoken. A heavy sensation settled in her chest, constricting her breathing and causing her heart to beat in slow, heavy thumps. The party’s atmosphere was warm and inviting, filled with friendly faces, but she hardly noticed them as she pushed deeper into the gathering. Her thoughts spun in a whirlwind, waves of worries and scenarios flooding her mind. How had you managed to step away from her without her noticing? Where could you have possibly gone in this small space? And, more importantly, what’s going to happen when you bump into a stranger who is overly friendly?

She let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head gently. The party scene wasn’t exactly your forte, and that was one of the aspects she cherished about you. Your preference for cozy nights indoors, where you’d spend time doodling in your notebook or sitting together, engrossed in her favorite sitcoms, had its own kind of charm she absolutely loved. The sight of the lively party, though, had stirred a fleeting thought in her - a desire to proudly present you to the neighborhood, to walk in together with her arm intertwined with yours, showing off the treasure she had found. However, it was a fleeting thought, gone almost as soon as it had surfaced. A brief moment, a flicker in her eyes, which you had perhaps misconstrued for something else.

“Oh! I’m so sorry.” Wanda snapped out of her daze to focus on the woman in front of her, her hands resting on the witch’s shoulders as if she were keeping her up. “I should’ve been focusing on where I was walking!” The woman laughed generously, awkwardly, releasing the gentle hold she held on Wanda. The stranger sighed, shaking her head lightly as she fanned herself with her hand. “I actually don’t know what I’m doing here.”

“I’m starting to feel that way myself. I’m Wanda.” She held out a hand, smiling politely, yet the expression felt forced as the panic that had formed in her stomach only seemed to grow tighter the longer she went without seeing you.

“I’m, uh… Geraldine.” Geraldine accepted Wanda’s hand, giving her a gentle squeeze before letting go. “Say, I’m pretty new to town and I-” She interrupted herself when she noticed the lack of attention she was receiving from Wanda, an eyebrow raised slightly with curiosity as she watched the Sokovian’s eyes dart around the party behind her. “Are you-” She maneuvered her way to get in front of her, cutting off her line of sight to gain her attention. “Are you looking for somebody?”

“What?” Wanda blinked, focusing her gaze to meet Geraldine’s. “Oh, yes. My wife.”

“Your wife?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “I lost track of her a few minutes ago and I’m just worried she might be…” Wanda’s voice faded as her gaze landed on you. You were seated at a picnic table with Agnes beside you, positioned at your preferred distance. The sight of you began to untangle the knot in Wanda’s gut. Her yearning to be closer to you was palpable as she watched you dig your thumb into your palm while Agnes chatted with you. However, she wondered if the neighbor’s words were even registering with you.

Agnes picked up a fry between her fingers delicately from the plate in front of her. “So, what made you and your wife move to our charming little town?” You blinked, muscles freezing as if you hadn't expected her to break the silence. Your eyebrows knitted together as you processed her sudden question, a hint of uncertainty playing on your features. Your mind worked quickly, trying to recall the answer to this seemingly straightforward icebreaker. A slight unease settled in as you searched for the words. You pushed your thumb into the scar riddling your palm slowly, breathing out deeply through your nose as you focused intently on the empty space before you. Agnes watched you for a moment longer, chewing thoughtfully. It didn’t seem like you had any intentions of answering the question. Hell, it didn’t seem like you had any intentions of talking at all. There had to be something Agnes could do to make you more comfortable around her. She leaned back, her wide grin shrinking to a softer, warmer smile. “No pressure, dear,” she assured, sliding the plate closer to you. “Are you hungry?”

For a fleeting moment, your gaze moved towards the food before you raised your head to lock eyes with her, a spark of curiosity coloring your irises. As her nod of encouragement came, your fingers moved, and by some accident, they brushed against Agnes’s. The connection was brief, but it sent a puzzling warmth flowing through you as your muscles locked. She moved her hand as she cleared her throat, and that managed to pull you out of your panic state. You grabbed a fry, bringing it to your mouth to let the salty flavor dance across your tongue. A sensation of ease embraced you at the taste, your shoulders falling as you relaxed. However, as you reached for another, the plate seemed to move away from you, as if you had unintentionally pushed it. Confusion knitted your brows together as you looked up at Agnes, only for a tightness to return to your muscles at the sight of her crooked smile.

“How about we indulge in a little game?” she proposed, keeping the plate - complete with a hotdog, though your attention was riveted on the fries - closer to herself. “I’ll happily provide you with more of these,” she gestured toward the food, “in exchange for an answer.” You found yourself chewing on the inside of your cheek, your gaze darting quickly across the party as you searched for Wanda in a moment of unease. Unable to locate her, you relented, nodding in agreement with Agnes’s offer, a subtle grin of satisfaction gracing her features.

“I-” You cleared your throat, a bit of discomfort lingering as you gathered your thoughts. “We… We were looking for a… change. A quieter place to… to settle down.” Your eyes flickered toward Agnes before your hands found their way onto the table, tracing an idle pattern with your nail across your palm.

Agnes nodded appreciatively as if you had just shared a fascinating tidbit. “Ah, the quest for a peaceful haven. It’s something we can all relate to. Westview is the perfect place for that.” Her lips curled into a knowing smile as she noted your subtle interest in the plate, the way you’d look at it from the corner of your eyes. “A deal’s a deal.” She inched the food closer to you, her chuckle soft as she observed the way you eagerly reached for another fry. Leaning in slightly, she added, “Have the two of you explored the town a bit? Discovered any hidden gems I ought to be aware of?”

Your enthusiasm surged, and a radiant smile painted your face as you eagerly nodded. “We found a little… art museum,” you began, your gaze lifting to meet Agnes’s, where you found her typically piercing blue eyes now soft and gentle. “It’s… uh, a l- local place.” You glanced around the party once more, your gaze seemingly searching for your other half, but this time it wasn’t in need of comfort. It held an air of secrecy, as if you were about to share a juicy secret with your nosy neighbor. You turned back towards Agnes, your voice lowering an octave to keep your next sentence out of the ears of any bystanders. “I’m trying to… get my art displayed so… so I can surprise Wanda.”

“For Art’s Sake?” Agnes wore a sly smile when you cautiously nodded, her voice suddenly tinged with excitement. “Can you believe it, my husband, Ralph, is the one who runs that place. Isn’t that a marvelous coincidence?” She playfully wagged her finger, adding, “In fact, there’s an empty spot in the gallery he’s been itching to fill.”

“R- Really?” you responded, perking up.

“Absolutely!” She beamed, sliding the plate of fries closer to you. “It’s a charmingly small town, darling, just teeming with delightful surprises.” She leaned in even closer, her tone conspiratorial. “How about we make a little reverse art heist? You and I can swing by your place to grab that painting. Meanwhile, I’ll discreetly pop over to the museum and set it up. By the time you return with Wanda, it’ll be a wonderful surprise waiting for her.”

You scanned the lively gathering, but amidst the bustling crowd, you were still incapable of locating Wanda. A nagging thought in the back of your mind urged you to seek her out, to share the scheme you were hatching. After all, she was your confidant, your partner in navigating life’s twists and turns. Yet, here you stood at a crossroads, torn between the instinctual desire to include her in your plans and the wish to keep the surprise intact.

Agnes had a fleeting concern that you might change your mind as moments stretched in silence, so imagine her surprise when you finally nodded, returning your gaze to her with newfound determination. “Okay…” As you began to rise from your seat, it became clear that there was no room for her to do or say anything else; you had made up your mind, and you fully expected her to follow your lead.

To her credit, she did indeed follow. And, soon, she found herself standing in front of a map of the world hanging up in your living room. A few postcards were pinned to it, marking the locations from which they were presumably sent, although the pictures on the front held no names of the states. Agnes, being the nosy neighbor she is, couldn’t help but sneak a peek at what was written on the other side, but the sound of you descending the stairs quickly made her abandon her attempts.

“I… I’ve got it.” You presented a canvas as you looked toward her, your eyes landing on the map she was standing in front of. You made your way over to it, reaching into your pocket and leaning the artwork against the wall. She watched with curious eyes as you pinned a new postcard over Spain, now totaling four in all. “We can… We can go now.” You picked up the painting as you turned to leave, but her curiosity got the better of her.

“Who are they from?”

“Nat.” You looked at the map, your expression briefly clouded by sorrow. “She’s… on an assign- mission. But she’s going to take me and Wanda to… see the world when she’s done!” A grin spread across your face, eyes lighting up with excitement as you pointed at the postcard you had just pinned. “She’s in… Spain right now. She’s tracking down a… a rogue agent.”

Agnes tilted her head to the side as she looked at you. “Who’s Nat?”

“Natasha,” you expressed, meeting her gaze, “Romanoff. She’s…” Your smile turned rueful. “She’s my mom. I- I miss her… all the time, but… she’s doing her job. And her job… It’s important.” She watched as your gaze quickly shifted back to the card on the wall, your lips caught between your teeth. There was a sense of innocence about you that Agnes almost found endearing, a childlike wonder that time hadn’t managed to erase.

“Well, this painting isn’t going to hang itself, dear!” she declared, extending her hand. “May I?” 

You hesitated, chewing the inside of your cheek as you stared at her opened palm. It was as if you had momentarily forgotten the plan altogether, pulling the painted canvas against you to prevent Agnes from reaching it. She released an impatient sigh but maintained a small, warm smile as her hands fell away. “Do you… Be- Be careful with it,” you quietly pleaded, passing the artwork to her. You felt a momentary tension in your muscles as her fingers brushed lightly across your knuckles. Yet when she pulled away, a perplexing warmth flowed through your veins, leaving you somewhat bewildered and frozen.

She rewarded you with a radiant grin. “I’ll be extremely delicate with it,” she assured you. “Give me an hour.” She passed you to make her way toward the door, pulling it open before glancing back over her shoulder. “It’ll be perfectly set up by then.” With a wink, she vanished behind the closing door, leaving you frozen with deep breaths to steady your racing heart…

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“There you are!” Wanda’s voice resonated with relief the moment you joined her. If that wasn’t enough to convey her emotions, her arms wrapping around you in one of the tightest hugs you’d ever experienced certainly did the trick. “Where did you wander off to?” She pulled back slightly so she could look into your eyes, yet her wrists still lingered on your shoulders with the tips of her fingers dancing across the bottom of your jaw.

“I, uh… I- I was with-” You attempted to explain, but your words were interrupted.

“Sorry, Wanda, but I can’t seem to find her anywhere.” A newcomer approached, and you turned to regard her, eyebrows knitting and head tilting slightly with curiosity.

“Geraldine, meet Y/N.” Wanda introduced you with evident pride, her posture radiating confidence. “Y/N, this is Geraldine. She’s new to Westview, too.” Geraldine extended her hand, but you only glanced toward Wanda, eyes pleading for assistance. She chuckled softly, intertwining her arm with yours and pulling you closer. “Thank you for your help, Geraldine, but I think we should be heading home,” Wanda remarked, steering you away before any further conversation could ensue. You felt a mixture of relief and lingering uncertainty.

“You… We should’ve stayed,” you ventured, clearing your throat as Wanda continued to walk down the sidewalk, her arm still linked with yours. “They- You were making… friends. Why not stay… hang out?”

She looked at you for a brief second before saying, “I’m quite tired. You know someone can only withstand so much social time before getting burned out.” She smirked, bumping her shoulder against yours. “Besides, I’d much rather cuddle on the couch with you and get some TV in.”

“Are you… really tired?” you questioned, looking down at the way her arm wrapped through yours. “Are we really going… home?” You picked your head up to meet her gaze, and you had trouble fighting the smirk teasing your lips when you saw the way one of her eyebrows was quirked.

“Why?” Her voice held a hint of playful skepticism. 

“Can… Can we still go to the art gallery?” You straightened your form just slightly, yet it gave you the confidence to continue,  “I- I heard that there’s a… a new piece there!” You flashed her a wide smile, one she always had a hard time saying no to, and she chuckled softly, knowing exactly why you were giving her that grin.

“Of course, Y/N,” she expressed, “but let’s take the long way there, shall we?”

The charming art museum came into view not long after, filling you with overwhelming excitement. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you courteously held the door open, allowing Wanda to step inside before you.

Once again, the museum appeared just as it had before, but that didn’t diminish the sense of awe that washed over you, reminiscent of the very first time you’d set foot in this place. And, as before, Wanda paid no attention to the art on display. After all, why would she when the most beautiful artwork she’d ever bear witness to was holding her hand?

Then she saw it. And, when she did, she couldn’t seem to look away.

The painting presented an enthralling tapestry of colors and forms, orchestrating an enchanting ballet where lines and edges converged and blurred, weaving an almost dreamlike quality into the portrait. At the heart of the canvas stood a solitary figure, radiating an air of enigma and power. Her hair cascaded around her like a fiery halo, and her expressive eyes held a deep emerald hue that seemed to move, capturing the endless ebb and flow of emotions.

The indistinct strokes that shaped her features conveyed an evasive allure, as if she were in an everlasting state of metamorphosis, perpetually shifting between an array of sentiments. Behind her, a blend of hues swirled into existence, employing a rich combination of reds and blacks. This vivid palette created an illusion of chaos and magic, as though the very essence of reality was bending and undulating in response to the figure’s presence.

It was clear that she had momentarily lost her ability to use her lungs, her breath having been caught in her throat the moment she laid eyes on the painting. However, when you gently squeezed her hand - as if you were reminding her that she was actually awake - it brought her back to reality. She quickly glanced at the plate beneath the artwork…

“The Scarlet Sorceress” Y/N Maximoff

…and in an instant, her gaze locked onto yours. “Y/N,” she gasped, her eyes wide with astonishment. “H- How?”

You cleared your throat, feeling a sudden wave of nervousness under her intense gaze. “I- I can’t cook… for you, Wanda,” you stammered as her focus returned to the painting, “but I can… I can paint for you.” Your eyes stayed fixed on the side of her face, noting the subtle part of her lips and the sparkling of her eyes as they remained locked on the artwork as if it were the only thing in the room. “I just- I wanted to… surprise you,” you added quietly, but as she continued to remain silent, your anxiety grew. “Is it… too much?”

“Absolutely not,” she quickly declared, turning her head to focus her gaze on you. “It’s… beautiful, Y/N.” Bringing your intertwined hands up, she pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, causing the anxious knot in your gut to begin to untie. “It’s the best thing anyone has ever done for me.” Her smile illuminated the green hues in her irises, making them even more vibrant. “I love it.”

“I… didn’t name it,” you whispered, and she followed your gaze back to the painting as she pulled you closer to her. “But it… fits.” Your smile nearly matched Wanda’s brightness as the two of you stood there for a while longer, because at that moment, nothing else seemed to matter…

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“I’ve made us some hot chocolate,” Wanda announced as she entered the living room later that night, carefully carrying two steaming mugs topped with overflowing whipped cream. A soft smile played on her lips as she recalled the first time you had tasted the drink, the look on your face when your entire body had relaxed the moment the rich, chocolaty liquid touched your tongue. “Remember when-” Her voice caught in her throat when she spotted you on the couch. Your legs were drawn up to your chest, your arms tightly wrapped around your knees, and your thumb pressing harshly into your scarred palm. She pursed her lips, then placed the cups onto the end table, crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s wrong, my dove?”

“A- Agnes.” A tightness formed in her gut as the name left your lips, and she took a step closer to you, her jaw clenched tightly, feeling as if it were nearly impossible to pry it open again. You had filled her in on your little “art heist” with the nosy neighbor on the walk home, yet it only left her mind to race through all the possible scenarios of what might have transpired during the time between. Did Agnes make you feel uncomfortable? Nervous? Did she make you feel scared, or even unsafe? The possibilities seemed endless to Wanda, and she was already planning a warpath to the house to the right- “She… She called you my… wife,” you continued, and a small smile tugged at the corner of Wanda’s lips. Her tension eased, and she continued listening as you spoke about the nameplate at the museum, realizing that Agnes had merely echoed Wanda’s own words toward you. “Is… Is that what… we are?” You looked up at her, seemingly melting into her brilliant green eyes as you softly asked, “Married?”

Wanda felt a sudden wave of nerves wash over her as if she had popped the life-altering question right then and there and was waiting for you to give her an answer. She shifted closer, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of you. Her voice, low and warm, broke the silence. “Is that what you want to be?” she asked gently.

Your response was equally soft, tinged with doubt. “We… don’t have rings… And I- I never… proposed.”

“What if I propose?” Wanda suggested, leaning forward, her elbows resting on her knees, and her chin cradled in her palms. She smiled at you kindly.

“Is… Is that what you… want?” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, heavy with hesitation.

She bit her lower lip, her warm gaze locked onto yours, momentarily lost in their depths. Then, she blinked herself back to the present, moving closer until she was perched at the edge of the table. Wanda gently took hold of your wrists, coaxing you out of your curled-up posture. “Y/N Romanoff,” she began, her voice filled with emotion as she enveloped your hands within her own, “will you marry me?” Now she had popped the life-altering question, and she was waiting for you to give her an answer… which felt like forever. It seemed as if you could only manage to stare into her eyes as if you had lost your voice and didn’t know how else to give her a response. She could feel her heart picking up speed in her chest, beginning to thump against her ribcage as it gradually picked up the urgency to escape this tense silence. She was going to be sick, her stomach twisting angrily. She just needed to hear your voice. She didn’t care what the answer was, she just needed you to break the silence…

“I- I do,” you finally said, granting her reprieve as she visibly relaxed.

And then she chuckled softly as she interlaced her fingers with yours. “You’re not supposed to say that yet,” she teased, leaning closer to you, a mischievous smirk playing at her lips. “You’re supposed to wait for the wedding.”

A glint of excitement filled your eyes as you perked up. “Can… Can Nat come? I want her to… walk me down the aisle.” It was impossible to fight at this point, she lost the smile that had stretched her lips, yet you didn’t see it as you were already on your feet, making your way to the map on the wall. She was slow to follow you, watching as you tapped your finger against the new postcard. “She’s… here now,” you claimed, “so… it should take…” Your finger drew away from Spain, tracing a line towards America, but she was quick to catch your hand with hers, clearing her throat with a newfound nervousness.

“Y/N…” She sighed out, rubbing the top of your hand with her thumb. “We should talk about Nat…” She was hesitant to meet your gaze, watching her fingers twirl seamlessly around yours, her stomach twisting as her nerves caught fire. She needed to address the issue, to face it head-on. There was no point in dragging it out any longer. “Dove-”

“I… I know,” you assured in a hushed tone, prompting her to slowly raise her head, meeting your eyes. They held a kindness, a softness, an aura of forgiveness that unraveled the knot in her gut. And your smile, so innocent and just as forgiving, further eased her. “I… She came here and we… we talked.” Wanda’s brows furrowed with curiosity. She tilted her head slightly but remained silent as you went on, “I’m not… sure how she appeared, but… she told me not to… worry about her. That death is just a… a one-way ticket to a distant star.” Your face reflected intense concentration, momentarily distant, before reconnecting with her as you asked, “Is… she right?

Lost in the depths of your eyes for the millionth time, Wanda found solace in the gentle squeeze of your hand. You looked at her with a hopeful expression, waiting for an answer. “She is,” she whispered, nodding solemnly. Using your grip, she tugged you closer, savoring the warmth as your arms instinctively wrapped around her waist. “She got taken away, but it doesn’t mean she’s gone forever.”

Your lips pressed together in contemplation, your narrowed pupils seeming to gaze through her, despite the mere inches that separated your faces. She resisted the temptation to delve into your thoughts, instead patiently waiting for you to express your feelings aloud.

However, the warmth that had been steadily enveloping her began to dissipate when you stepped back, leaving an icy void. It was evident that you struggled to find the right words to express your feelings, and you chewed the inside of your cheek as your thoughts raced without capturing the depths of your emotions. She trailed after you as you slowly moved past her, making your way to the front door and then stepping out into the yard.

“Y/N….” Her words trailed off as you stopped and gazed up at the night sky, your shoulders slumping. She stood beside you, and despite the countless twinkling stars decorating the dark canvas above, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, your fingers wrapping around hers when you felt their presence at your side, seeking solace in her touch. “I- I wanted… to see her.” You exhaled a heavy, soft breath as Wanda tilted her head toward the sky with you. “Just… Just one more time.”

She gently squeezed your hand, sharing the moment of silence with you as you both stared up at the vast expanse of the night sky. The stars above seemed to twinkle with a knowing grace as if they held secrets of the universe. “I understand,” she whispered gently, her voice carrying a soothing tone. She turned her gaze toward you, her eyes reflecting the starlight. “Would you like to stay out here for a while, just the two of us?”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and you spared another second to gaze up at the starry canvas above. When your eyes returned to meet hers, they shimmered brightly. However, the smile that slowly graced your face contradicted the sadness she had expected. “No,” you spoke softly, gently shaking your head. “We… We have hot chocolate waiting for us. I don’t… want it to get cold.”

Wanda began to speak, her voice laced with concern, but you interrupted her.

“It’s…” Your smile held a touch of melancholy, yet your shoulders relaxed as you turned your head back to the bright dots coloring the night sky. “It’s okay, Wands. This… This was my goodbye.” You punctuated your words with a firm, confident nod, signaling a sense of closure and acceptance that enveloped the both of you like a comforting embrace. You flashed her a smile before being the first one to step away, gently releasing Wanda’s hand as you made your way back into the house.

However, Wanda lingered for a moment longer, releasing a long, low breath as her eyes locked onto the brightest star above her. With a soft smile directed at the beacon, she mouthed the words, “Thank you,” while pressing her palms together in a silent expression of gratitude.

“Wands!” Her name rang out, causing her to turn with a soft, amused laugh as she walked through the door, closing it gently behind her. You were back on the couch, your legs folded comfortably beneath you, cradling one of the mugs of hot chocolate in your hands. “I… Thank you for the… the hot chocolate,” you said, tilting your head back against the couch to look at her from an upside-down perspective. You shot her a small smile, your eyes sparkling vividly.

Observing you closely, she noticed the way you watched her, and her expression became pensive. There was something wrong, a question lingering in her mind. Were you truly okay? She knew the profound significance of Natasha in your life, which was why she had initially chosen not to reveal the truth. Yet, in less than five minutes of stargazing, you appeared to have accepted her death with an unexpected ease. Shouldn’t you be more emotionally affected by the passing of someone you regarded as a mother? How could you seemingly be so composed? Furthermore, you continued to carry on the illusion of her being alive even after discovering the truth. If Wanda hadn’t mustered the courage to reveal the reality, how long would you have maintained that pretense?

She cleared her throat, and your eyes attentively followed her graceful movements until she settled beside you. Sitting up, you reached for the second mug, offering it to her. “We should talk, Y/N,” she asserted, her voice firm yet gentle, as her hands enveloped the cup.

“Am… Am I in trouble?” you asked in a faint tone, your arms lowering to rest your drink in your lap.

“No, my dove,” she assured with a soft laugh, removing a hand from her cup to press her warm palm gently against your cheek. Her heart fluttered with warmth as you leaned into her touch. “I just think we need to talk about Nat.” She sighed, her thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin. “It’s going to be a very long time before you see her again, sweetheart.”

Your lips formed a thin line, and she felt her heart tighten when she noticed the hint of tears glistening in your eyes. Your next words were barely a whisper, and she had to strain her ears to hear you, “What if I… forget her, Wanda?”

Her heart swelled with empathy, finally seeing the pain and vulnerability in your face. “You once told me that looking at the stars is gazing into the past,” she reminded you, and you nodded in agreement. “So, whenever you gaze upon the night sky and see her star shining with all its might… it will be as if you’re experiencing those cherished memories with her once more.” Her hand tenderly ascended, her fingertips softly caressing your forehead. “You will never forget her, baby. Not as long as she’s up there.”

She managed to wipe away the tear that had escaped its confinement with her thumb, and your subtle but unmistakable smile warmed her heart. Leaning against her, you allowed her to wrap her arm around you, drawing you closer in a comforting embrace. You rested your head on her shoulder, your gaze fixed on your untouched drink. “I’m… I’m going to miss her… forever,” you confessed softly.

“I know, love,” Wanda whispered. “I’m going to miss her, too.”

“Wands,” you murmured. She responded with a low hum, gently rubbing your arm as you took slow breaths. “I… I want to keep… her name.” A smile tugged at her lips as she leaned her cheek against the top of your head. “Is… Is that okay?”

“Of course, my dove,” she assured quietly. 

“Can you… Can you fix another problem?” A mischievous glint sparkled in your eyes as you tilted your chin up to meet her gaze. “You’re my wife” - Wanda’s heart skipped a beat at the word, excitement fluttering in her stomach as she eagerly awaited your next words - “but… but we don’t… We need… rings, Wands.”

She laughed softly, a proud grin dancing on her lips as you picked up your left arm to showcase your bare finger. In response, she positioned her hand next to yours. “I can certainly fix that,” she declared. With a wave of her wrist and a shimmer of scarlet light, your once-bare finger was now adorned with a magnificent band. “A beautiful ring for my beautiful wife.” Your chuckle filled her body with warmth as you looked up to meet her gaze once more, but instead of saying something, you inched forward to bring your lips against hers.

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Each night, darkness and silence enveloped the room as bedtime approached. You and Wanda would assume your familiar sleeping positions - she always insists on resting her head on your chest - and she would gradually succumb to slumber, guided by the rhythmic thump of your heart. Meanwhile, you counted the seconds, matching them with her gentle breaths, until you, too, surrendered to the world of unconsciousness. However, it wasn’t the restful slumber most experienced; instead, it was a void of dreams, a peaceful yet empty serenity…

But tonight was different. Your descent into that bottomless abyss was extremely short-lived, interrupted by an unfamiliar yet unmistakable sound, jolting you awake. Your eyes darted around the room, quickly detecting the absence of Wanda on her side of the bed. Panic gripped you for a moment before you threw off the blankets, eager to find the source of the distress. Peeking around the door of the bathroom, your brows furrowed deeply with concern, you found your wife on the floor, clutching the toilet bowl as if it were her lifeline.

“Wands?” You cautiously moved to stand in the doorway, but she quickly raised her hand, signaling you to stay put. You paused, nervously pressing your thumb against your palm as you watched her heave into the toilet. “Are… Are you okay?”

She drew in a deep breath, resting her cheek against her arm for a moment before slowly regaining her composure enough to rise to her feet. Stepping over to the sink, she turned on the faucet, and you remained silent as she washed her hands. “I’ll be fine, dove,” she reassured you in a soft voice, barely audible over the rushing water. “I think it’s just a stomach bug.” 

She stood up straight, freezing when she noticed you were no longer in the doorway. Frowning with confusion, she took a step toward the hallway and gasped when she almost collided with you when you turned the corner back into the bathroom. Her laughter was soft, and she placed a hand over her heart while the other gently rested on your shoulder. “I- I’m sorry,” you whispered, your face briefly showing guilt before a smile lit it up. “I… I got you a ginger ale.” With a cup in hand filled with fizzy soda, you extended it toward her. “It almost always helped when… I get an upset tummy.”

“Thank you, my love,” she expressed, her fingers curling around the cool glass. “You should go back to bed. I’ll be okay, I promise.” She placed her free hand gently against your cheek in case her words weren’t enough, but the frown on your face made her tilt her head in curiosity. “What’s wrong?”

You looked away, focusing on your thumb tracing your scar. In a hushed tone, you confessed, “I don’t… I don’t like going to sleep.” She sighed, her eyes softening with sympathy as she placed her drink on the sink.

“Why not, baby?” She added her second hand to your other cheek when it was clear you were hesitating, gently guiding your head up until your eyes met hers. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” You nodded in response. “Why don’t you like sleeping?��

You chewed your bottom lip, taking a moment to gather yourself while the greens in her eyes offered you comfort. The warmth radiating from her fingertips encouraged you to share your feelings. “I… When I… close my eyes now,” you began, your voice barely more than a breath in the quiet room, “I don’t see you… anymore. It’s just… darkness.” Your hands moved to cover hers. “I… miss dreaming.” Wanda regarded you with a soft, understanding gaze. “It feels more like I’m sitting in a… in a dark room instead of sleeping. I… I'm always tired.”

“How long has this been going on, Y/N?” she inquired, her tone tender and empathetic. Her thumbs glided smoothly across your cheeks, and you found yourself melting further into her touch. “You know I could have helped you.”

“I- I know,” you replied, taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly. You offered her a soft yet melancholic smile. “I just… I’ve been enjoying sleeping with… you.” Then your eyes widened, and Wanda burst into laughter, her amusement contagious as you stammered to clarify, “Not- Not like that. I- I mean… I do en- enjoy sleeping with you… in that way, b- but in this case, I…” Your expression shifted to a frown, your bottom lip jutting out, a telltale sign that you felt like you’d messed something up.

“It’s alright, my love,” she comforted, her hands sliding down to grip the nape of your neck, a smile growing on her face, unstoppable and unhidden. Leaning closer, her lips brushed across your earlobe, sending a wave of shivers down your spine as she whispered, “I enjoy sleeping with you as well.” Pulling away, she left a ghost of a kiss against your cheek. But her mischievous grin was cut short as waves of nausea hit her, sending her rushing back to the toilet.

You snapped out of your stupor, moving to her side, a hand on her back as you gently held her hair out of the way. “Did you eat… something?” you asked quietly when her convulses paused. “I… I noticed that the milk… went bad.”

She sat up a bit, looking over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “And when did you notice that?” she returned, but you only managed to send her a sheepish smile in response before she returned to the retching.

You had lost track of the time the two of you spent in the bathroom, but the sun was high in the sky by the time Wanda’s sickness seemed to ease a bit, allowing you to finally persuade her to lie down. Your nerves were palpable; taking care of someone when they were sick was uncharted territory for you. Natasha had always been the one to care for you when you fell ill, and she consistently downplayed her own illnesses, refusing your attempts to return the favor. In an attempt to distract your anxious mind and keep busy while sleep remained elusive, you found yourself rummaging through the refrigerator, searching for expired foods to dispose of.

The milk was the first to go.

Your distraction with reading expiration labels had been so effective that you hadn’t noticed the back door open, let alone any knocks, if they had occurred at all. You turned around, attempting to place an expired bottle of salad dressing onto the kitchen island when you suddenly spotted Agnes standing right behind you. Your heart jumped in your throat at the unexpected sight of your neighbor.

“Sorry, dear,” Agnes chuckled. “I’ve been told I can be awfully quiet on my feet!” She shifted to the side, allowing you to place the bottle down, and cast a curious eye over the assortment of perishables on the counter as you returned to the fridge. “Am I interrupting some spring cleaning?”

Your brows furrowed, and you turned to face her again. “It’s… It’s not spring.” Then, shaking your head, you stepped closer to her, closing the fridge door behind you. “Wanda. She’s not… feeling well.” Your lips pressed together as you glanced at the food, uncertain about what to do now that you’d isolated it. “I… I don’t know how to help.” Meeting Agnes’s gaze, you asked, “Y- Have you ever… taken care of someone with a… a bug?”

She laughed lightly, waving her hand as if the question was absurd. And, to be honest, it kind of was. “Of course,” she replied. “Ralph always manages to catch the latest stomach bug going around.” She cupped her hand around the side of her mouth and added with a wink, “Sometimes I’m pretty sure he’s even patient zero, if you catch my drift.”

You perked up, eyes widening with hope. “Wh- What can I do… to help Wanda?”

“Well,” Agnes mused, “I know chicken noodle soup does wonders.” She offered a reassuring smile, but her expression turned quizzical when she noticed you seemed a bit hesitant.

“I… I’m not exactly a… skilled cook,” you confessed, your gaze drifting to the battered smoke detector that had been moved to the table, a reminder of your last culinary adventure. She followed your gaze and let out a sympathetic sigh, placing her hands on her hips as she turned her attention back to you. “Is… Is there something else I can… do? Maybe I… I can run to the store a- and buy it-”

“I can teach you,” she offered with a broad grin. “Trust me, dear, it’s going to make her feel so much better knowing it came from you and not some store.” Her gaze shifted back to the array of food on your counter. “We can use some ingredients from my house. Let me go get them, and I’ll be right back.” She playfully winked at you before turning on her heels and heading out.

She wasn’t sure how long she had drifted into sleep, but the sun still painted a glow through the sliver in the curtains when Wanda opened her eyes. Inhaling deeply, one hand resting on her upset stomach, she stretched the other across the bed. Turning her head, she noted your absence, prompting her to sit up and strain her ears. Muffled voices reached her, guiding her to rise and follow the source of the commotion.

“Exactly like that, dear!” Agnes’s voice, unusually enthusiastic, was more animated than Wanda had ever heard it. Apparently, the neighbor could be even more energetic. “Now, let’s get that chicken into the broth.”

Turning the corner into the kitchen, Wanda wrapped her arms around herself, a soft and slightly confused smile gracing her features as she observed you with curiosity. You were handling a bowl of chicken with deliberate caution, slowly pouring the contents into a pot of bubbling broth. “What’s going on here?” Wanda’s voice broke through your focus, and your eyes snapped to meet hers. It was as if you’d been caught in the act of doing something you’re not supposed to be doing, and the bowl you were holding slipped through your fingers, making a metallic sound as it hit the counter before spinning to the ground. A flush of red spread across your cheeks, and you cleared your throat.

“Y- You…” You huffed. “I- I was making you chicken noodle soup be- because you’re sick and Agnes… She said that it… helps.” Your voice wavered, and the confused smile on Wanda’s face transformed into a bright grin. The tension in your muscles visibly eased when she laughed softly.

“We did lose most of the chicken, dear,” Agnes claimed with a downward glance towards the mess at her feet, “so now it’s just noodle soup.” Your hand reached for a towel resting on the counter, seemingly coinciding with Agnes’s attempt. The tension in the room seemed to swallow you when your fingers brushed against hers, causing a noticeable stiffness in your muscles. That familiar perplexing warmth flowed through you, and it was only when Wanda’s voice reached your ears that you managed to release yourself from the unintentional discomfort once again.

“Thank you, baby,” she said, moving further into the room. “It smells delicious.” You had to look away to hide the blush that burned your face.

Turning to Wanda, Agnes sized her up with an assessing look. “How’re you feeling, Wanda? Y/N told me all about your morning adventures!”

As the two women chatted, you knelt down to address the spill. Their conversation formed a comforting backdrop as you efficiently scooped the chicken back into the bowl and stood up, placing it aside. Gazing into the simmering pot, you pondered if this simple remedy would suffice. It wasn’t a permanent solution, you knew that, but you hoped it might provide Wanda some relief, easing her nausea. Catching a bug was unpleasant, and it frustrated you that you couldn’t do more for her.

The ladies’ talk returned more prominently to your awareness, Agnes’s next words snapping your attention to them. “Oh, honey. You’re not sick.” Frozen, confusion etched across your face like a painting, you locked eyes with Wanda. There was no doubt she was! You held her hair back while she was- “You’re expecting! Congratulations.” Applause echoed through the room, but your mind struggled to process the revelation while your gaze dropped to your fingers as if they were magic, eyebrows knitted together tightly. Could that even be possible?

“Surely I’m not pregnant, Agnes!” Wanda scoffed, shaking her head. “It’s-” The abrupt pause in her sentence drew your attention back, and as you looked at your wife, you noticed her staring at her stomach. Following her gaze, you realized Agnes was right. The small bump that had formed under Wanda’s shirt attested to that. Your heart started to burn. Was this what a heart attack felt like? “Could that even be possible?” Wanda echoed your previous thought in a faint tone.

Whatever Agnes said to Wanda only became more background noise as your mind raced. You hadn’t received the most ideal education when you were younger, but you weren’t ignorant about the basics of human reproduction. You and Wanda? Well, that’s definitely not how that works. However, the evidence was undeniable. The sudden morning sickness, now coupled with the noticeable bump you had somehow overlooked until now, painted a vivid clear picture. Wanda was pregnant - a little bundle of joy was on the way, a child that would be part of both her and you. A newborn. Panic set in. How were you going to take care of a baby when you struggled to care for Wanda, an adult? A child would need much more, unable to do things for themselves. This wasn’t something you had ever thought of before. Children? You and Wanda had just decided to get married a few days ago. Children? You’re not ready. Would you ever be ready? What’s going to happen when the baby arrives? You struggled to talk confidently, would your child pick up on that? Would your child pick up on your other traits? You became uncomfortable with physical contact. Would you be able to pick up your child? You had gotten accustomed to Wanda’s touch, would you do the same for your child? You sure are thinking your child a lot. Because that’s what this was going to be. Your child. Your child. Your-

“Dove.” Wanda’s voice was a soft murmur, and the feel of her breath caressing the side of your neck caused you to snap out of the whirlwind of your thoughts. You turned, finding her unexpectedly close. Her green eyes shimmered with concern, a faint shine highlighting the contours of her face. It was a familiar glow, one you hadn’t seen in what felt like ages. You dropped your gaze to see the yellow hue matching the brilliance of the sun coloring your veins, enveloping your arms. It wasn’t a heart attack. “It’s going to be okay,” she whispered, her fingers leaving goosebumps as they gently traced your cheeks. “Take deep breaths.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, seeking release. As you looked back into her eyes, your nose tingled, the yellow glow only intensifying. “Wands…” you choked, shaking your head subtly, unable to tear your gaze away from her. “I- I can’t… I-” Your eyelids squeezed close tightly.

“Listen to me,” she urged, her palms tenderly cradling your face. Her touch worked like a tranquilizing agent, pacifying the chaotic thoughts in your mind. “We’re going to get through this together, you hear me? Just the two of us.” She rested her forehead against yours, your noses lightly grazing. “You don’t have to go through this by yourself. You never have to face anything alone, my dove. Not as long as I’m here. And I’m here to stay.” Your eyes fluttered open, locking with hers as she teased with a playful smirk, “You’re stuck with me.”

You nodded, finally feeling the grip of panic loosening as her hands moved down to your shoulders. Her fingers intertwined behind your neck, and the yellow glow in your veins gradually faded. Your racing heart slowed, and you sniffed harshly. “T- Three.”

“What?” She furrowed her brows slightly, a hint of confusion in her expression as she pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, trying to decipher the meaning of the singular word before you voiced the explanation out loud.

You rested a hand against her stomach, inhaling deeply. “Just… Just the… three of us.”

In that moment, an overwhelming wave of emotions engulfed Wanda - joy, pride, excitement, and, at its core, love, all flooded her entire being. Leaning in, she captured your lips with hers in a tender, passionate kiss. It felt as if this kiss was imprinting the moment, sealing your future. She realized now she needed you as much as you needed her, and the two of you were going to embark on the journey of raising this child. Together. And she wouldn’t change that for the world.

“The doctor’s here.” Agnes’s voice cut through the air before she strolled into the room. You instinctively distanced yourself from Wanda, a flush of red coloring your cheeks. Agnes eyed the two of you, folding her arms with a knowing smirk. “Didn’t realize I was interrupting a celebration, dears.”

“Doctor…?” You furrowed your brows, sharing a glance with Wanda, who took your fingers into her hand to give them a gentle squeeze.

“It’s just a precaution, dove,” she reassured softly. “We need to make sure the baby’s okay.” Your lips pursed, nodding in understanding. Wanda guided you into the living room, and a glance at the doctor left your heart racing. If she weren’t tugging you, you would’ve been frozen at the doorway.

“I’ll give you three some privacy,” Agnes declared, lingering in the kitchen. “Just holler if you need anything!”

Wanda settled onto the couch, drawing you down beside her as the doctor delved into his bag, retrieving his stethoscope. Her grasp on your hand remained steadfast, sensing both your unease and the unconscious desire to fidget.

As the doctor pressed the instrument against Wanda’s belly, your breath caught, and a surge of nervous questions flooded your mind. Why were you so anxious? What was the source of this nervous energy? Were you more afraid of the possibility of a baby or the absence of one? The idea of a mistake crossed your mind. If Wanda wasn’t pregnant, she would be devastated. Her excitement at the notion was unmistakable. But how about you? Just five minutes ago, the news didn’t excite you. No, they made you panic. Had your feelings changed so swiftly? Were you… excited now? A baby - Wanda’s and yours.

A small smile tugged at your lips at the thought.

“Yep, definitely pregnant,” the doctor confirmed, and you felt a surge of… relief. Your smile grew as you gazed down at your intertwined hands.

“We pretty much guessed that,” Wanda commented. “It’s just taken us by surprise. It’s sudden. Overnight, practically.” You glanced at her, a slight furrow in your brows at her unexpected nervousness. Was she not ecstatic earlier? “How… How does this even happen?”

The doctor looked between the two of you as if contemplating the complexity of the situation himself. He then broke into a wide smile, attempting a light-hearted approach. “You see, when two people love each other very much-” He halted his joke mid-sentence, knowing how impossible it was, and straightened his form to place his hands on his hips. “You’re about four months along, right?” Wanda nodded, though you absentmindedly shook your head dubiously… until she sent you a look, causing you to switch your doubt to agreement. “I thought so. At this time, the fetus is about the size of a pear.”

You cleared your throat, leaning forward. You had to ignore the doctor’s stare, focusing on the feeling of Wanda’s fingers still interlocked with yours to say, “Wh- What… size would it be at, uh… twelve hours?”

“Pardon?” He smiled, hesitating. “Twelve hours?”

Wanda laughed lightly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it to pat your knee. You looked at her with curiosity as she said, “She’s just concerned.”

“Every new mother-to-be gets nervous,” the doctor claimed happily. “Don’t worry; that feeling will go away when you look your newborn in the eye!” He picked up his bag.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you see the doctor out?” Wanda’s eyes met yours, and it took you a moment to process her words before you blinked yourself out of her hypnotizing gaze, standing up. As you walked away with the doctor, Wanda’s face lit up with a smile, and she rose from the couch, her hands gently caressing her belly as she made her way toward the kitchen.

“It’s a stroke of luck you caught me in time,” he claimed as the two of you stepped out onto the porch. You looked away from him as he stopped to turn to you, eyes landing on the neighbor trimming his edges with curiosity. “I’m taking the wife on vacation this afternoon.” You watched him - you were pretty sure his name was Herb - as he ran his trimmers across the hedges. “Oh! This should be of great use for you.” You looked back at the doctor in time to see him reach into his bag, pulling out a book with an animated picture of a stork on it. You slowly accepted the gift. “It has all the answers to everything you need to know about being a parent. Maybe even help you with those nerves a bit.” He waved his fingers at you as he started to walk away, yet your eyes were too focused on the book to notice. “I’m off to Bermuda!”

Your attention returned to the neighbor, his wide smile contrasting the odd scene of him driving the hedge trimmers through the wall. Stepping backward, the book clutched in your hands, you closed the door before turning around. “Hey… Wands? Our… neigh-” Wanda pivoted to face you, your voice catching in your throat as you noticed her expanded belly. “You… You got… bigger?”

“Did I?” She looked down as you approached slowly. “It’s kind of hard to tell from this angle.” Her hands cradled her stomach as she picked her head up to meet your gaze, her eyes sparkling brightly as you stopped in front of her. “I have a surprise for you!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “Was… Was the pregnancy not the… surprise?” She rolled her eyes with a playful smirk, bringing your wrist in a gentle grip, and guided you to the room off to the side.

The room off the living room was a familiar mystery, a door you’d seen countless times but never put much thought into it. It seemed like just another storage space or perhaps unused territory. Until now. The assortment of wood, varied in shapes and colors, drew your attention immediately. A lone rocking chair sat to the side, and the walls were adorned in cheerful, childlike paint. It begged the question - how did this room come into existence? The pregnancy revelation had been mere moments ago, so how had Wanda managed to set up this nursery so quick?

“Sit down.” Wanda’s directive wasn’t optional, and you found yourself complying. Seeking comfort in the rocking chair, you observed as Wanda worked her magic, fingers wiggling to deftly assemble the pieces of wood into a crib. Your thoughts shifted from questioning the room’s origin to wondering where all this baby furniture had come from. It’s not like you had a dismantled crib lying around… did you?

Your gaze dropped to the book in your hands, lips pressed together in contemplation as you opened it.

“What does the book say?” Wanda’s soothing voice cut through your thoughts, prompting you to lift your head and meet her warm eyes. Her smile was soft, giving no hint of concern. She seemed genuinely happy about this whole parenting journey, and it left you grappling with the enormity of it all.

“You’re, um…” Your eyes flickered back to the book, scanning the page you’d opened to. “Morning… sickness.”

“We’ve already dealt with that stage,” Wanda breathed out, a soft laugh woven into her voice. With a casual wave of her hand, decorations levitated about the crib. “What else?”

“Uh, m- mood swings,” you mentioned, raising an eyebrow. “Aching back and… and feet.” Glancing back up at her, you swiftly rose from your seat. “Do… Do you hurt?” You gestured toward the rocking chair, then placed a firm hand on its back to halt any inadvertent rocking. “You shou- Sit down.”

Wanda dismissed your concern - and your attempt at being assertive - with a shake of her head. “Don’t be silly, dove. All I feel is excitement!” Her wide grin soon dimmed, forming an ‘O’ of shock as her gaze dropped to her belly.

“Wh- What? What’s wrong?” You took a tentative step toward her, then redirected your attention to the book, rapidly flipping through the pages. The doctor had claimed all the answers, but how were you supposed to find them if you didn’t even know the right questions?

“Y/N, sweetheart…” Wanda’s fingers delicately wrapped around your wrist, halting your quest through the book. Your body melted at her touch as she drew you closer and closer, until your palm pressed against her belly. A gasp caught in your throat as you felt the baby’s kick against your hand, your eyes wide… and smile even wider.

You leaned in closer to her, the tip of your nose gently brushing against the fabric concealing the bump of her stomach. “D- Do it again,” you whispered, laughing excitedly when you felt the push against you once more.

“He’s certainly a mama’s boy,” Wanda murmured softly, her eyes filled with a radiant warmth as you sank to your knees. The book lay forgotten on the floor as you pressed your other hand against her, and Wanda sensed a soothing calmness wash over her, seeing the joy she felt mirrored on your face. No more traces of concern or anxiety hiding in the lines around your eyes; just pure, unadulterated happiness.

“What… What does it… feel like to you?” You lifted your gaze to meet hers over the bump.

“It’s a… strange sensation,” she admitted, gently moving her hands to cover yours. “It’s kind of fluttery.” She chuckled, and as her laughter filled the room, the butterfly mobile hanging above the crib came to life, wings flapping in a graceful dance to the melodic sound emanating from Wanda. “Oh, did I do that?” With a sense of wonder, you eased one of your hands from beneath Wanda’s to hold a finger up, marveling at the beautiful insect as it perched lightly on you. Moving with delicate care, you placed the butterfly on top of Wanda’s belly, a proud and tender smile gracing your face.

“She’s… She’s going to be… gentle,” you murmured, meeting her gaze once more, “like you, Wands. A… butterfly.”

“She?” Wanda watched as you rose to your feet, briskly rubbing your hands together.

“I… I’m hoping for a… a girl,” you confessed sheepishly. “We can… name her after Nat. Is… that okay?”

Wanda reached up, the tips of her fingers delicately tracing the contours of your forehead and down your cheek. “We can definitely do that,” she assured with a tender smile, “but what if we get a boy?”

Your lips pursed together briefly before saying, “Wh- What would you… name him?”

She pondered for a moment, then leaned forward. “Tommy,” she answered. “A nice, classic, all-American name.”

“T- Tommy.” She felt her heart flutter as the name rolled off of your tongue. And she could’ve sworn she had flat-lined when you smiled after taking a moment to process it. “I… I like it.”

“But you’re still hoping for a girl,” Wanda pointed out, and you nodded unashamed, a broad grin of pride on your face as you walked out of the room with your head held high, causing Wanda to chuckle happily.

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“Wands.” She lifted her head at the sound of your voice, noticing you standing in the doorway of the kitchen, your nose buried in that book in your hands. A small smile played on her lips as she wiped her hands onto a towel, humming a response. “A- Are you going to the… bakery?” you inquired, picking your head up to meet her gaze as you stepped further into the room.

She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, tilting her head with a hint of confusion. “No?” A light chuckle accompanied her answer. “Why would I go to the bakery?”

You grinned, “Because you… you have a bun in the… oven.” Her soft laughter filled the air, a sound that brought a flutter to your gut as you moved closer. Placing the book onto the counter, you leaned against it. “Do you need… help? Are you… hungry? The book says that pregnant women get… weird cravings.”

“I’m okay, dove,” she assured lightly, smiling warmly as she reached over to stroke a thumb across your cheek. “I’ll tell you what, though. How about I make us some popcorn, and we can catch up on some-” Suddenly, she grasped her belly, a gasp escaping her lips. You straightened up, eyebrows furrowing with concern as you reached out to support her.

“Wands?”

“Does your book say anything about this?” she asked, gripping the edge of the counter. “It’s not painful, but it’s odd.” Panic flickered in her eyes, her worry evident.

Before you can say anything, the lights in the room began to flicker. The microwave behind you beeped rapidly, and the smell of popcorn filled the air. The kitchen faucet started to run, water building up in the sink and pouring over the edge onto the floor. Despite everything happening around you, your focus remained on your wife. You took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She watched you closely and followed your lead, grabbing your hand as the two of you took a moment to breathe.

The easing of contractions was evident as the vice-like grip she had on you gradually loosened. Simultaneously, the appliances around you ceased their malfunctioning, returning to their off state as she let out a deep exhale. A moment of relief passed, and her eyebrows twitched, a wide smile gracing her lips as she cleared her throat.

“How’d you do that?” she questioned.

“B- Braxton Hicks. Fake… False labor. I read it- The book says it can help with your… breathing exercises.”

But she shook her head, and your gaze turned into confusion. “How’d you manage to stay so calm,” she chuckled lightly. “That was… pretty impressive.”

You shrugged sheepishly, feeling you lose yourself in her shining emerald eyes. “I just… I saw you panicking and… and I wanted to help.” You placed another hand over hers, relishing in the comfort her touch brings to your palms. “We’re in this together… you and me. So… at least one of us has to stay… calm and think straight.” You released her, sending her a tender smile as you brought her face between your hands. “It was… It was my turn.” She blew out a soft sigh, and your small grin grew as you felt her breath caress your chin like a delicate breeze. The way your eyes lit up, emitting a cozy warmth no fire could replicate, she knew what needed to be said…

“Y/N-” Her voice caught, noticing the small yawn you tried to conceal. Your exhaustion was now unmistakable, reflected in the weariness coloring your eyes. She pressed her lips together, exhaling softly before a small smile graced her face. “You need sleep.” Bewilderment took over your expression, evident in the deep furrow of your eyebrows. She laughed, placing her hands over yours to gently pull them away.

“Wands-”

“Come on.” With her fingers wrapped around yours, she led you out of the kitchen and into the living room. With each step, the stress that had built up over the day seemed to gradually evaporate into a sense of relaxation.

Sitting on the couch, she gently led you to lie down, guiding you effortlessly. Your head found a comfortable spot on her lap, and as you breathed deeply, content, you looked up into her soft, warm eyes. Her fingernails traced soothing patterns across your forehead, lulling you into a deeper tranquility. “There’s…” You chewed the inside of your cheek, your thoughts momentarily scattered as if erased by the magic of her gaze. “There’s no… point,” you whispered.

“Trust me, baby,” her tone as gentle as her gaze. “Just try.” You sighed softly, adjusting your position before allowing your eyes to flutter closed. Oblivious to the crimson wisps of smoke disappearing into your skin, and with Wanda’s soft hums reaching your ears, you felt yourself drift away into the void of dreams… only, it wasn’t quite so empty anymore.

Wanda always found solace in watching your peaceful slumber, even if it did sound a bit creepy. In sleep, you weren’t burdened by the conscious efforts you made while awake. The realm of dreams she had opened for you offered a sanctuary where you could be entirely yourself, free from the shadows of anxiety that haunted your waking moments. It was a place where the exhausting overthinking ceased, and you could simply let go.

She cherished this moment, yearning for it to stretch into eternity. The gentle caresses of her nails against your forehead, the soothing hums that filled the air - she didn’t want to stop any of it. Above all, she dreaded the mere thought of you waking up, shattering this serene intermission. So delightful. So calming. So… soothing…

An elusive shift unfolded, as she shut her eyes for what she thought was a brief moment, only to open them to a radiant light. It appeared she had slept through the night and into the early morning, with the rays of sunshine illuminating the room. The weight on her lap almost tempted her back into slumber. As her hand, nestled in the crook of your collarbone, meandered downward, she jolted awake when her fingers met an unexpected searing heat.

Wait… heat?

Her eyes shifted downward, and her heart surged into her throat. The luminous glow she had mistaken for daylight was emanating from you. The warm, yellow light gently bathed the room, casting a surreal ambiance that mimicked the morning sun perfectly. Wanda’s concern deepened as she focused on your sleeping form, realizing that something potentially worrying was unfolding right beneath her.

Your face contorted with subtle twitches, and your eyes moved restlessly beneath your closed lids. It hadn’t occurred to Wanda until now that her ability to unlock the dream realm didn’t necessarily shield you from unsettling nightmares. After all, nightmares were dreams as well. Her protective instincts surged, and she gently rested a hand against your cheek, whispering your name with a mix of worry and care.

“Y/N.” Her voice was a hushed murmur.

Your eyes fluttered open, and the soft glow surrounding you seemed to dim as you blinked, evidently disoriented. Confusion etched your expression as you gazed up at Wanda, furrowing your brows in bewilderment. Scanning the room as if trying to piece together where you were, your thoughts ran rampant, quietly grappling to make sense of the situation.

“Y/N?” Wanda’s hands instinctively retreated as you sat up, confusion lingering on your features as you rose to your feet. She mirrored your movements, tension tightly wrapping around her heart as she observed the careful way your eyes traced the protective placement of her hands around her belly. “Dove.”

In an instant, your grin surfaced. The uncertainty that had clouded your face vanished as if it had never existed. Your eyes sparkled with a newfound light, your smile radiated warmth, and your shoulders relaxed. Nevertheless, Wanda’s unease lingered, and she couldn’t divert her curious gaze from you.

“Are you… Are you hungry?” You perked up, but she wasn’t oblivious to the glimmer of concern in your eyes. “I… I can make you a sandwich.” Without waiting for her response, you swiftly made your way to the kitchen. But just as you reached the doorway, you heard her gasp from behind. “Wands?” You turned, your hands nervously rubbing together. “Wh- What is it?”

“This is a real one,” she expressed.

“A- Already?” 

“Y/N.”

“Wands, I… I thought there was more… more time.” Panic started to seize your eyes, your arms once again taking on that vibrant yellow glow. She slowly guided you into doing some calming breathing exercises, moving closer to take your hands in hers.

You followed her lead, taking deep breaths until the glowing subsided. “Better,” she whispered.

“What- Should I get the… doctor?”

Before she could answer, thunder violently shook the house, and the room was suddenly drenched in rain. She met your wide-eyed gaze and offered you the softest smile you’d ever seen in such an intense moment. “I’m pretty sure my water just broke, dove, so I do believe it’s time to get the doctor.”

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You found yourself rooted at the front door, almost paralyzed by the sudden realism. It had all happened so quickly. Everything. It was like blinking and finding yourself here. How could you have seen this one coming? Confined within the walls of a HYDRA lab, never daring to dream of a life beyond. And then, out of nowhere, fate had found you. Like a lost child at a local flea market, you were scooped up by a patient woman and a suspicious man. It felt like just yesterday. As if you had only just tasted your first French fry. As if you had witnessed the sunset for the first time. And now… here you were, listening to the cries of a newborn and watching your wife cradle the other one. Yes, the other one.

Twins. Could you believe it?

“Dove.” You snapped out of your daze at the sound of Wanda’s voice, her soft smile a balm to your racing thoughts. “Come meet your boys.” It shouldn’t have caught you off guard with how many times you had thought it, but it did. Your boys. Hearing it out loud from someone else made it different. It made everything more real, more tangible, in a way that your own thoughts hadn’t.

Your steps were hesitant, slow, as if you were walking into a moment you’d long been preparing for (which, in reality, was only two days). The moment to meet one of your children face to face, to let the panic subside, just as the doctor had assured you…

But as you reached the bassinet, as you looked into the eyes of your baby, that panic which had become your unwanted companion seemed to intensify. His tiny hands appeared to reach out for you, and you found yourself frozen once more. Your fists clenched, your jaw locked. What if holding your own child triggered an uncontrollable overload? The idea of putting your children in danger was unthinkable. How could you protect them when you were the weapon?

Wanda was suddenly next to you, the other baby still cradled in her arms, her focus fixed on the one lying in wait in the bassinet before you. “Y/N-”

“I- I- I- I… can’t.” Disappointment, shame, and guilt, all flooded through you as you shook your head adamantly, tears pricking your eyes, tugged at your nose, and painted your cheeks a deep shade of red. Wanda’s gaze snapped onto you, her irises soft with understanding, but you were walking away long before she could speak a word.

You retreated to the bathroom, closing the door behind you with a resounding click, then leaned against the sink and stared down at the faucet. What were you doing? You were allowing your fear of potential overloads to keep you from even attempting to hold your newborn child. You had mastered your control over your powers, hadn’t you? …hadn’t you? Were you willing to test that?

A soft knock echoed through the room, and you lifted your gaze to meet your reflection in the mirror. Your complexion appeared pale, bearing a bluish hue. A chilling sensation seemed to wrap around your body. It suddenly felt as if you couldn’t breathe as you slowly lowered your gaze, an eerie emptiness occupied the hole in your chest where your heart should be.

A hand gently landed on your shoulder, pulling you out of whatever nightmare you had fallen into. In the mirror, your image reverted to your usual self with your heart intact. “Y/N?” You met her reflection’s eyes for a fleeting second before you pivoted to face her. You cleared your throat, mustered a half-smile, and focused. “Did you hear what I said?” She regarded you with a hint of skepticism as you shook your head. “I know physical contact makes you uncomfortable, but there are other ways to express your love for them.”

“Like… what?”

“Well,” she hummed, gently taking your hand and directing you out of the bathroom, leading you on a leisurely stroll back to the living room, “what did you do with the boys at the compound?”

Furrowing your brows, you concentrated on her question, and she chuckled softly as she noticed your struggle to give her a response.

“You spent time with Tony in his lab.” You always sensed a hint of loneliness in Tony. You even picked up a thing or two from him since he did all of the talking. “You listened to Clint gush about his family all the time.” Learning more about Clint’s family and the gleam in his eyes when he spoke about them always brought a smile to your face. “You lightened Steve’s load by going through all the mission reports.” Not being on the team gave you a glimpse of the tremendous responsibility Steve carried as the captain. You thought helping him by taking on some of the mission reports would make his life a bit easier. “You’d bring Bruce a coffee whenever he worked late.” Bruce often got lost in his work, and though you only ever had one-way conversations with him - much like the others - you recognized that he couldn’t be pulled away from it. Bringing him coffee was your way of offering support. “You even made everybody your delicious peanut butter sandwiches when they returned from a mission.” They were always too exhausted to make something themselves, and you’d noticed just how hungry Natasha was after an assignment. You presumed the rest of the team felt the same.

With a hint of confusion, you looked at her. “What does… that have to do with anything?”

“Those are all ways to express affection without physical touch, Y/N, because you showed you cared enough to go out of your way to be there.” She guided you to stand in front of the bassinets, where the boys slept peacefully. “You don’t need to hold them… You just need to be there for them.”

“I… I can do that,” you expressed firmly, nodding confidently. Wanda smiled softly, entwining her arm with yours and drawing you close. “I’m sorry I… missed the birth. I was trying to find the… doctor, but he was already…”

“It’s okay, my dove. You didn’t miss anything exciting,” she assured with a soft chuckle, stepping back to sit on the couch, pulling you down next to her. “Just a lot of screaming and crying. Mostly from me.” You grinned, laughing lightly as she rested her head on your shoulder.

“How did you… do it by yourself?” You nestled your cheek against the top of her head, and she inhaled deeply. 

“Geraldine helped me.” It was said automatically, and you felt her hold on your arm tense very briefly before she added, “It’s a shame she had somewhere to be, though. You would think you’d want to spend a bit more time with the babies you helped deliver.”

You stared at the two bassinets sitting in front of you, holding your twin boys. “I didn’t… expect two.”

“We still need to name the other one,” she pointed out, picking her head up to look at you, but you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes off of the cradles. “I know you were hoping for a girl, but-”

“W… William.” You sniffled as you finally turned to meet her gaze, showing her the way your eyes glistened with fresh tears. You smiled at her, but she wasn’t oblivious to the sorrow you were trying to hide in that grin. “After my first… friend.” Her lips pursed together tightly as memories resurfaced.

“Tommy and Billy.” She settled back on the couch, leaning her head against the cushion. “I don’t think there’s a better pair of names than that.”

Your smile broadened, the earlier sadness she had noticed now replaced by genuine happiness. “Wanda and… Y/N.” She tilted her chin to look at you to see a teasing glint in your eyes. “A… A close second… right?”

She chuckled lightly, the melodious sound warming the room. “You’re adorable,” she whispered. Leaning closer, your noses brushed, and your lips hover tantalizingly close. But the sudden cries of the babies broke the moment. Wanda let out a sigh, still smiling, and rose to attend to their needs.

You followed her, standing by her side as she scooped one of the babies in her arms, swaying gently as she held him against her chest. You cleared your throat, looking away from Wanda to lean over the bassinet in an effort to soothe the other little one, but your attempt at rocking the cradle just seemed to make it worse as his wails only grew louder in unison with his brother.

Wanda tried everything in her repertoire to calm down Tommy. She hummed soft lullabies, swayed gently, rubbed his back, and even attempted some bouncing, but nothing seemed to ease his crying. She felt a growing sense of helplessness as her boys’ sobs echoed through the room.

Then, a hushed relief passed her lips as Tommy’s cries began to wane. However, as she shifted her attention from the baby in her arms to the one she had left with you, it was then that she realized it wasn’t Tommy that had settled down, but Billy, and her heart skipped a beat when her eyes landed on you.

You were standing beside the bassinet, your arm extended, eyes squeezed shut incredibly tight, and a soft, yellow glow emanated from within the cradle. Panic initially surged within Wanda, but it swiftly receded as she took a step forward to take in the full scene.

Billy was eagerly reaching out one of his tiny hands, aiming to touch the bright, glowing object before him. His wide eyes radiated a contagious joy, and an adorable smile painted his little face. Wanda couldn’t help but exhale softly, a smirk playing on her lips as she observed you just being there for your son.

“Y/N,” she began gently, her hand resting on your shoulder.

“I… panicked. I’m so… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, dove. Just take a look.” You hesitantly obeyed her, opening one eye, then the other, a sigh of relief escaping as you realized that your child was unharmed. You stood up, your grin returning, but as you pulled your arm away, Billy’s cries resumed, matching Tommy’s once more.

“Well, it was nice while it lasted,” Wanda mused, gently laying the baby back into his own bassinet. She smiled, glancing over at you. “Do you think you’re willing to do that all day?”

You met her gaze. “We… We’re new at this, Wands. I… I think we just need more time.”

“We just need some help.”

The front door swung open, and both of you turned to see Agnes confidently striding into the room. “Hello, kiddos,” she chimed, casting a broad smile toward the sobbing babies. She nonchalantly dropped a duffel bag onto the couch before approaching the two of you, resting her hands on her hips. “I was just on my way to yoga when I heard your new little bundles of joy were on a sleep strike.”

A perplexed frown creased your forehead. “Who… told you that?” 

“Uh… my ears,” she retorted matter-of-factly, causing you and Wanda to exchange a bemused glance. Agnes leaned over the cribs. “Anyway, Auntie Agnes has arrived, and I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve to settle fussy newborns.”

“A- Auntie…?” you began, your curiosity piqued.

“You���re a lifesaver, Agnes!” Wanda interjected.

You watched as your nosy neighbor eagerly rubbed her hands together, ready to work her magic in soothing the bawling babies. Clearing your throat, you cautiously stepped forward to gain her attention. “Okay, but just… Don’t forget to… support their heads.” You gave Agnes a pointed look as you took another step closer. “And… When was the last time you… washed your ha- Wait, Wands, I… I don’t think we should let her…” You moved yourself in between her and the cribs, shielding your children from the woman.

The once wide smile on Agnes’s face faded, replaced by a hint of uncertainty. In the meantime, the incessant crying that had been dominating the house for hours began to gradually subside. “Um…” Agnes hesitated, then turned to Wanda, and the room fell into complete and utter silence. “Do you want me to take that again?”

“Sorry?” Wanda’s expression bunched together with confusion as you looked at her, exchanging perplexed glances with you and Agnes.

Agnes tilted her head, scoffing out an awkward laugh. “You want me to hold the babies. Should we just take it from the top?” She casually picked up her gym bag, her gaze shifting between you and Wanda.

“Wh- What?” Your own confusion mirrored Wanda’s.

Wanda couldn’t help but let out a dry chuckle, waving her hand dismissively as she approached you. “Don’t be silly, Y/N,” she encouraged you with a smile. “Let’s let Agnes give it a try.” The babies’ cries grew once more, and Wanda guided you aside, her hand gently resting on your shoulder. You observed Agnes behind her, rocking the cribs, mixing her baby-handling duties with lunges.

“Wands-” you began, your concern still evident.

“I’m pretty sure we’re both going insane from the crying, Y/N,” Wanda remarked.

“They… just started,” you pointed out, studying her emerald eyes. “Did you… really not see that?”

Wanda’s brows furrowed subtly, her lips forming a tight line. She laid a delicate hand against your cheek, rubbing soothing circles with her thumb. “Dove, the boys haven’t slept in days,” she reasoned. “We’re all tired and we all need a break.”

“It’s… It’s been less than a… day…?” You shook your head, gently removing her hand from your face. “Wands, I- Do you… hear that?”

“I don’t hear anything,” Wanda said, walking towards the cribs, perplexed by your sudden shift in focus. However, movement on the stairs pulled your eyes in a different direction.

You turned to find two young boys, side by side, standing on the bottom step, gazing at you and Wanda with wide, expectant eyes.

“Mommy?”

“Mama?”

“Kids,” Agnes chuckled, her tone filled with amusement as she sat on the counter, a glass of dark amber liquid in her hand, which she raised in a toast. “You can’t control ‘em! No matter how hard you try…” She took a long sip of her drink, and you furrowed your brows as you turned your attention back to your sons.

“Do they… usually grow this fast?” you whispered as both boys rushed towards Wanda, eagerly wrapping their arms around her legs in a tight hug. You watched, running a thumb across the scar marking your palm.

“At least they’re not crying anymore, sweetheart,” Wanda pointed out with a smirk. She met your gaze, and a sense of unease settled in the pit of your stomach as she added, “We can finally get the sleep we all desperately need.”

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Wanda descended the stairs with a gentle, measured stride. Her eyes found you almost instantly, curled up on the couch with your sketch journal resting against your knees. A pencil danced graceful across the pages, creating professional, elegant strokes. She tried to sneak a peek at your latest artwork, but the creak of a floorboard under her weight dragged you from your creative trance. You swiftly pulled the journal out of her view, and she regarded you with curiosity but chose not to press further.

“Where are the boys?” she inquired.

“They’re in… the kitchen,” you responded, using the eraser-end of your pencil to indicate the other room. “I heard the… sink running. It seems like they’re doing the… the dishes.”

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Just so you know, kids never willingly do chores, dove.”

“Oh… Well, I…” You dropped your journal on the vacant cushion beside you and quickly rose, setting the pencil atop it. “I can go… check on them.” You flashed her an innocent smile, your eyes bright and enthusiastic. Wanda crossed her arms, giving you a skeptical look. “I… I got this.”

“Alright,” she agreed, nodding. “I’ll give you five minutes, but you better be bad cop this time, Y/N. The last time I let you try to discipline them, you gave them ice cream before dinner.”

“They… They have your eyes, Wands,” you confessed quietly, causing her to laugh lightly as you made your way into the kitchen. The boys stood at the sink, turning at the sound of your approach to block whatever was happening behind them. 

Wanda watched you cross your arms over your chest, and she smiled softly as she watched you attempt to be assertive. She knew she was going to have to walk in before the five minutes were up otherwise you’d end up giving the boys a unicorn, but curiosity nagged at her as she turned to look at your art book. Chewing the inside of her cheek, she reached over the cushions to grab onto the journal, flipping to the last page you were drawing… and she felt her stomach tighten at the nearly-finished, monochromatic image on the paper.

Your eyes remained closed, the hushed sadness in your face accentuated by the delicate graphite strokes. A lone tear meandered down your cheek, a poignant contrast against the muted backdrop. But the most striking element was the chasm in your chest, a vividly rendered void that laid bare your absent heart with a stark yet haunting elegance.

A gasp caught in her through, and a rush of emotion welled up, stinging her nose with the threat of tears. Her body froze, as if turned to stone, her feet anchored to the ground. But then, a single, unexpected bark pierced through the wall of fear that had started to build, shattering it and snapping her out of her daze. With a quick, decisive motion, she tore the paper from the journal and tucked it safely into her pocket.

She steeled herself, cleared her throat to dispel the lingering remnants of fear, and ventured into the kitchen. Her movements halted abruptly as her eyes fell upon the small dog cradled in your arms.

“And who’s this?” She stepped up beside you, resting her hands on her hips as she assessed the dog and then her sons.

“We haven’t named him yet,” Billy explained.

“Name him?”

“Mama said we can keep him,” Tommy chimed in, his excitement evident. This news prompted Wanda to slowly turn toward you, her brow arching impressively, her arms crossing over her chest. Your eyes widened, and you cleared your throat as you faced the boys.

“I-” The back door swung open, and once again, Agnes entered the room, brandishing a dog collar in her hand.

“Hey, kiddos. I noticed you two got a new pooch! I’ve got just the thing you need.” She extended her arm, offering the collar to you, and you began to reach for it. But Wanda swiftly intervened, snatching the collar from Agnes.

“If we put a collar on him, then it’s official,” she pointed out, giving you another meaningful look.

“Uh, boys… Your mother and I… We don’t think you’re ready to… care for an animal until you’re at least…”

“Ten,” Wanda coughed under her breath.

“Ten… years old,” you confirmed with a firm nod.

As the twins exchanged a sly glance, Wanda made an effort to halt their rapid aging, but your attention flickered toward Agnes as they persisted. She remained unphased when Tommy and Billy transformed from innocent five-year-olds into mischievous ten-year-olds. Her response was far from astonished; she simply chuckled, folded her arms, and remarked, “Let’s hope that dog stays the same size.”

While the boys engaged in a spirited debate over a name, you peered down at the little creature cradled in your arms, completely oblivious to Wanda’s keen observation. When you gently set the dog onto the floor, she grasped your elbow before you could leave. Leaning closer, her voice was a hushed murmur in your ear, “What’s going on?”

“I… don’t…” Your head swiveled to meet her inquisitive gaze. “I just… I need some… air.” You exhaled softly, your arm slipped from her grasp as you continued toward the door, just as Tommy called for her attention.

Wanda’s search for you was swift, but her escape from the house proved more challenging. Every time she made a move toward the door, the boys required her assistance with something. By the time she finally set foot in For Art’s Sake, the moon had already claimed the night sky.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she felt relief flood over her like a gentle stream as she spotted you seated on the bench across from your painting. Her eyes flickered to the plaque underneath it.

“The Scarlet Sorceress” Y/N Romanoff

It was nice of Ralph to change the nameplate. Your gaze wasn’t fixed on the artwork, though; instead, you were gently rubbing your palm, as if the scar was a mere pencil mark and your thumb, the eraser. You didn’t look up when she took a seat beside you, nor did you react as she cleared her throat to make her presence known. Her eyes met her own in the painting, and she chewed the inside of her cheek.

“Where are… Are the boys okay?”

“They’re sleeping, but Agnes is still at the house.”

Nothing. Your refusal to meet her gaze hung heavily in the air, creating a tension that could suffocate her if it were able to. She disliked the sudden distance that had grown between you.

“Care to talk to me?” She broke the second wave of silence this time, her tone gentle but concerned. It was evident that you were making no effort to provide any response. The longer you stayed quiet, the tighter the knot twisted in her stomach. She needed to do something, say something to encourage you to open up. It was unfamiliar territory; usually, you were more than willing to share your thoughts with her. But this time, things had shifted. You were closing yourself off, and she could see the protective walls you were constructing.

She needed to destroy them before you finished.

Releasing a short breath, she dipped her hand into her pocket, producing a folded piece of paper. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and began to unfold it, her peripheral vision catching the slight turn of your head. “Is it this?” She unveiled your self-portrait, turning her attention to you, observing that you were now fixated on the artwork in her hands. “Y/N-”

“I… died… didn’t I?” You returned your gaze to your hands. “I… I remember. Nat. She showed me. In my… dreams.”

Wanda furrowed her eyebrows. “Nat seems to be showing you a lot of stuff,” she commented.

“T- Thanos. He… got the stone, didn’t he?” You sniffled, your brows knitting together in thought. “I… I died. And… Nat died…” You cleared your throat. “You… brought me back?”

She let out a deep sigh, relief washing over her once more. But why was she feeling relieved?

“You left a hole where my heart should be, Y/N, and I just… wanted to fill it up.” Your eyes shifted back to the drawing in her hands, and you emitted a dry chuckle. She exhaled in frustration, reaching out to grasp your hands to prevent you from fidgeting with your scar. But you swiftly withdrew from her, standing up and pacing forward. “Are you angry with me for bringing you back to life?”

“I- I don’t know.” You inhaled shallowly, exhaling rapidly. “I just… I… I need to… breathe, Wands… Please.” She leaned against the wall, her shoulders slumping, as you headed for the exit. She glanced back at the drawing in her hands once more, then shook her head, clenched her jaw, and began to chase after you.

“Y/N.” She caught up to you outside as you stepped onto the street. You paused, her voice holding you back, and she disregarded the single, cool raindrop landing on her cheek as she crossed the distance to reach you. “Please just talk to me, baby.”

“Why… me?” You turned to face her, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. More raindrops fell from the sky. “You c- could’ve brought anybody back. Like… V- Vision. But you… you chose me- Why didn’t you change me? Make me more… more confident. M- More… better? Why am I still… me?” you asked, your voice tinged with insecurity and self-doubt. Wanda moved closer, her eyes radiating warmth, her expression gentle. “I… I can’t be who you want me to be, Wands.” You huffed. “I’m… I’m not a people person. I can’t even… hug our own children.” You shook your head as if trying to shake the tears away from your eyes, but they continued to well up. “We tried- I tried. You… You deserve somebody who can… be with you, inside the house… and out.” Rain now poured down, a storm enveloping you both. Thunder rumbled overhead, lightning briefly illuminating the area. You sighed, your gaze drifting away from her to your hands. “You could’ve… made me that kind of- of person.”

Her head tilted to the side as she watched you intently. She gently clasped your wrist, ignoring your surprised look, and brought your hand close to her mouth. “I didn’t change you because I didn’t want you to change. You are exactly the person I want, just the way you are,” she declared, her voice ringing above the rain but her words a soft breath against your skin. “The Y/N I met all those years ago was already better than anyone I’ve ever known. And you’ve only become more perfect with time.” She placed a tender, affectionate kiss on the permanent mark on your palm, a smile gracing her lips as she added, “Scars and all.”

She couldn’t tell whether you’d finally let those tears escape, not with the raindrops tracing down your cheeks. Yet, the way you exhaled and gazed at her indicated that perhaps you had. She sensed those emotional barriers you’d been constructing beginning to crumble as you moved closer, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that felt like a blaze amidst the cool rain shower drenching both of you.

Amidst the brief symphony of thunder overhead, she knew that the sensible choice would be to break the kiss. To seek shelter from the rain. But instead, she defied this logic, her arms winding around your neck, pulling you closer to her, deepening the embrace as raindrops continued to fall and lightning continued to streak the sky.

Soon, she found herself chasing your lips as you pulled back slightly, and you ultimately rested your forehead against hers to quell the temptation. “We should… go home,” you whispered, and she nodded, your breaths mingling as you locked eyes. “Wands, I-” Just then, a louder clap of thunder seemed to shake the ground, forcing you apart. She beamed at your laughter, reaching for your hand as you looked up at the sky. She tugged you down the street, hand in hand, heading home. Together.

The door closed just as lightning illuminated the sky behind her, casting playful shadows on the wall. The rain had left you both drenched, but you paid little attention to it as you tugged her close, caught up in the embrace. The world outside faded away, and the fact that you were dripping wet ceased to matter, all except for a pair of eyes that observed you from the kitchen.

“Looks like you’ve figured things out in paradise,” Agnes chimed in, her voice breaking the intimate moment. Your muscles tensed, and Wanda let out an embarrassed laugh. “Don’t worry about me, dears. I’m just glad to see you both okay.” She grinned knowingly before adding, “I should get home. Thunderstorms don’t only affect the two of you, you know.” With a wink, she slipped out through the back door into the kitchen, leaving you with a sense of curiosity. You turned to Wanda, confusion written across your face.

“You don’t want to know,” she reassured you before you could question further. 

You pursed your lips together, hesitant, conflicted. She watched you with patience as you worked the situation out in your mind. And then you finally spoke, “Do you think that we can… There’s something else I- I need to tell you.”

“Okay, dove,” she said, pulling you back to her. “But let’s dry off before we turn our home into a puddle.”

“I’ll grab… some towels,” you replied and placed a quick kiss on her cheek. Then, you dashed upstairs, leaving her with a contented smile as she took a step forward.

However, the moment was interrupted by a knock at the front door. Wanda turned to open it, and her gasp matched the rain’s now-gentle patter outside. Before her stood a man, his presence triggering a mix of emotions. She couldn’t find her voice, and her heart raced as she watched the man throw his arms up in the air.

“Long lost bro get to squeeze his stinkin’ sister to death or what?”

“Pietro?” Her voice quivered as her brother stepped forward, enveloping her in a tight hug. “Oh.”

While they embraced, the floorboards behind them creaked, and you emerged on the scene, towels in hand. Uncertainty was etched across your features. As the siblings broke apart, Pietro sent you a quizzical look, raising an eyebrow. “Who’s the maid?”

Chapter 4

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Seeing Red

Pair: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Steve went into the ice, HYDRA took out their frustrations on his doe eyed little sister Y/n Rogers. Now after being experimented on for half her life, she’s back in Steve’s life. She’s a part of the team. A team that included the elusive Wanda Maximoff who just so happened to have saved her life. An accident forced them together, but it seems something deeper, more mysterious, is keeping them together.

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: 18+ Violence, fighting, implied smut, kissing, smut, swearing, angst, fluff, soulmate au, PTSD

A/n: I had this idea whilst reading Vampire Academy. I loved the idea of Rose and Lissa’s bond, so I tweaked it a little and turned it into a soulmate story…

Please do not copy my work or repost with the intent to take ownership of my work :) Feedback is as always welcome as are reblogs, comments and likes

1945

Things were never easy for you, you've lived through a literal world war. You lost your boyfriend and then your brother. You had given up at this point. Without your family... what did you really have? Your parents? Dead. Brother? Dead. Your love? Also dead. The only person you had left was Peggy, and she was just as distraught by Steve's death as you were.

Despite this you kept going. You were determined to ensure your brother didn't sacrifice himself for nothing. You had made it your mission to destroy HYDRA. Every fibre of your body burned with pure rage as you saw what they were doing to your home.

You had mixed feelings about Steve's sacrifice. Because yes, he thwarted their plans, and saved millions of lives, but it cost him his life. And it cost you your brother. This was the guy who would light all the candles in your bedroom every time you had a nightmare. He'd tell you that as long as the candle burns, you were safe. He's the guy who nursed you when you were sick. He taught you never to back down from a fight; he is- was the only constant in your life and you miss him terribly.

You lifted your head as you heard the door to your apartment open. You smiled sadly at Peggy. Her eyes were reddened and puffy. It didn't take you long to deduce that she had been crying again.

"I wanted to stop by... to see how you were." She mumbled, her voice slightly hoarse. You sighed, looking at your feet..

"I'm okay." You say, still looking at your feet.

"I wish I could say the same... I really, really do. I miss him so, so much." She sniffles, her eyes becoming glassy. You took a sharp intake of breath, thinking of him always hurt now. You used to think of your brother and be nothing but happy, but now that he's gone, the happy memories hurt because you know you can never experience anymore.

Thinking for a moment, you glanced at the teary woman in front of you, sighing you turned and walked into your bedroom. Pulling a cardboard box out from underneath your bed, you smiled as you saw the black-and-white picture of you and your brother at the carnival. He had face paint on and you had drawn a silly moustache on yourself. Placing the picture in your pocket, you grabbed what you originally intended to and walked back over to Peggy.

"Here, it was his favourite... it... it still smells like him." You whisper, handing her his favourite jumper. You nodded as she held it to her chest, sniffing it slightly. This seemed to make her cry harder.

"Thank you." She whispered as she slipped the jumper on over her uniform. You smiled as she did so. You knew your brother would have married this woman. She was his future, and you understood why. She was a beautiful human inside and out and you felt extreme pride when you refer to her as your friend.

You two sat and talked for hours until there was a noise that had Peggy reaching for her gun. Your anxiety bubbled as you watched her go check it out. You grabbed a knife from the kitchen and gripped it tightly. There was a loud commotion and shots were being fired, the loud bangs echoing through the walls of the apartment. You could smell the burning of... something, as the air suddenly felt warmer. Something was burning. Your worry increased as you heard Peggy groan in pain. The sudden puff of smoke confirmed your suspicions. Your apartment was now burning. "Y/N! RUN!" Peggy yelled as she came rushing into the front room, only to be tackled by a large burley looking man. He pinned her to the ground, and you glared at him.

"Let her go!" You yelled as you rushed over. Before you could get to him, you screamed as the front door was smashed in wood flew everywhere as it splintered off the door. The door crashed to the floor and your eyes widened as more people filed into the room, they were dressed in a uniform, they were soldiers and you then noticed the marks on their uniforms. Your rage soared as the HYDRA men burst into your home. You gripped the knife tightly before going after them. Even though you had no idea how you were going to win against a small army of HYDRA agents, you were determined to win. You punched, kicked, stabbed your way through the agents, but it was no use. One guy punched you so hard in the face, stars clouded your vision and you felt your eyelids become heavy.

The last thing you heard before you faded into the darkness was Peggy's final scream for you. "Y/N!" she yelled as you hit the floor.

HYDRA had got you now. You were theirs. And nothing could be done about it.

Today

The ringing in your ears intensified as you began running through the halls. There was only one thought in mind. "I have to get out." Your feet moved quickly as you rushed down the hall. You were being chased, but you had one advantage your advisories didn’t. During your time in HYDRA, you had been turned into a super solider just like your big brother was before he died.

You saw the wall and something inside you knew that you were only on the second floor. So you braced yourself and launched yourself out of the window. Glass shattered all around you, slicing your skin. Even more so when you landed. You slid across the ground. A cry leaving your lips as you did. You rolled over before you pulled your body up and broke out into a sprint. All you could think about was not getting caught. It didn’t matter about the fact nothing looked familiar, or that your body was begging you to lie on the floor and give up. You didn’t care about the blood that was seeping into your clothes all you cared about was getting away.

You were so caught up in getting away you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings. You slammed straight into a couple. The man’s hands shot out to steady the girl as they looked angrily at you. Until they saw your condition. The noise of the world hit you at once and you kept turning around, your eyes squinted as you looked all around the place. Tall buildings, loud noises. And they’re way too many people. The man came into focus as he gave you a concerned look.

“Can you tell me your name, doll?” He asked, and you squinted at him. Your heart was pounding in your chest so loud you could barely hear anything else. You swallowed.

“Where am I?”

“New York.” He replied softly.

You shook your head defiantly. “No, no, this isn’t New York. I- no!” You grabbed him by the collar. “Where am I!” you demanded as you shoved him backwards before stepping back from him a few steps. His eyes widened as he looked to your left.

“Watch out!” You heard someone new yell. Suddenly, you were encased in a red glow. It’s spirals moving you. Your body instantly warmed, and you strangely felt comfort from this red embrace. But your comfort didn’t last long as a body knocked into you. You both went tumbling to the floor, causing you to groan as you scraped your already bleeding cuts. Despite the pain, you felt insanely warm. You opened your eyes to see a curious and worried green pair staring back. Your heart jumped into your throat as you gazed at her. She was truly beautiful.

You flushed as you realised that she was practically straddling you. Her cheeks turned red as she stared at you. “Wanda!”

That voice.

The girl you now know as Wanda got up and held her hand out for you. You took it. Her touch was warm, and it left soft tingles on your skin and for a second she didn’t let go of your hand. You blushed softly before your eyes widened. “S-Steve?” You whispered softly. His eyes teared up as he rushed over to you.

“Y/n! How? How is this-” you cut him off by throwing your arms around his shoulders hugging him.

“You died! I- I mourned you.” You cried. His tears wet your shirt as he hugged you tightly.

“Peggy… she said HYDRA attacked and took you and she hasn’t seen you since.” He mumbled. You nodded.

“I… I’m like you now.” You mumbled, and he pulled back, cupping your face with his hands as he surveyed you.

“You’re not my little sister anymore… you’ve grown up.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I was so lost without you. When you didn’t come home… when you went into the ice. I thought you died, Stevie.” You mumble, your voice cracking as you started to cry again. He squeezed you and you gasped in pain, causing Wanda to step forward, worry present on her face.

“Steve, she’s bleeding.” Her voice was like silk, so smooth, and yet she sounded so panicked. You glanced up at your brother through heavy eyelids. The exhaustion was catching up quickly, and you struggled to keep your eyes open.

“I… I think I’m going to close my eyes now.” You muttered as the world started to darken. You remember Steve picking you up before your eyes closed fully.

Steve glanced at Wanda, his eyes widening. He scooped her up and held her to his chest. “Let’s get her back to the tower.” He rushed out as he began running.

~/~/~/~

Steve sighed as he watched Bruce work on his little sister, his worry increasing when Bruce pulled out surgical instruments. “Just need to throw a few sutures here, Cap. Nothing too serious. She's lost a lot of blood, so I'm going to have to replace it. I've already started a drip and she should be okay in a couple of hours.” He muttered, focusing on what he was doing. His focus was momentarily taken off you as he heard the door open. He smiled softly when he saw Wanda walk in. She had been feeling antsy ever since she left. She didn’t know what, but something was urging her to come seek you out. The way her heart fluttered when you and her locked eyes confused yet intrigued her. Her eyes widened when she saw Bruce stitching up her side.

Steve have her an exhausted smile as she took a swat next to him. Wanda frowned as she could feel how anxious he was. “You never mentioned you had a sister.” She commented with a snippy edge. He glanced at her, noticing her small smirk. He sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“When I went into the ice, she was seventeen. She’s at least twenty-three now. She should be at least 80. Which means for 80 years she has been in HYDRA’s clutches for decades and I didn’t figure it out.” He whispered sadly. Wanda reached over to squeeze it.

“You couldn’t have known.” She whispered.

“But I should have. I should have known.” He repeated, seeming distraught. Wanda wanted to take his mind off it so she asked about her. It helped distract Steve enough, so he wasn’t constantly hovering over Bruce. It also helped to quench Wanda’s compulsion to ask about you more and more.

“When we were kids, our parents used to take us to this field and there was this tree that Y/n made it her mission to climb for weeks. She tried and then when she did. She fell off,” he chuckled. “She never wanted to get down. My father usually had to climb up and get her.” He smiled at the memory.

“And then our parents died, and we only had each other. And then Bucky. She lost him too. She lost everyone. I’m glad Peggy was there for her once I went under. I always wondered if Y/n had a crush on her.” He joked, causing Wanda to giggle.

Bruce had finished stitching you up. He pulled the gloves off his hands and stood up. “The sedation will wear off soon and I’ve given her some medication to help with the pain.” Bruce smiled.

Steve nodded, his eyes travelling to the door. Bucky walked in, his eyes widening. “Y/n?” He whispered, his voice strained. He looked at Steve and he nodded.

Bucky hugged Steve tightly, laughing in excitement. “I can’t believe it.” He whispered, pulling back.

“Me either.”

An hour later and you began to stir. The pain in your side was bearable, but you could tell it was numbed. “Steve…” you called out, reaching up to rub your eyes. You looked down and saw that the girl who saved you… Wanda was resting her hand on yours. You looked at your hands and then at her before your eyes shot up to see Steve.

“Y/n… how- how are you?”

You smiled. But then your smile dropped. “B-Bucky?” You gasped. He stood up and grinned, walking up to you.

“Hey doll, happy to see me?”

“Is everyone who is supposed to be dead not dead? Is Peggy?”

“No… no she, she died a few years ago.” Steve said sadly. You frowned.

“I’m sorry. Did you at least get some time with her?”

Steve smiled, nodding. “A little.”

That little piece of information made you smile. Peggy had always wished for more time, that was it, and you were glad that they had gotten time together, even if it was only a small amount. Bucky came around and held your free hand. He brought it up to his lips he kissed your hand, and then smiled brightly up at you. "Things haven't been the same without you. I've missed you every day." He sighs, and you cast your eyes over to Wanda. She seemed annoyed. There was a small crinkle in between her brows that gave away her annoyance. You wanted nothing more than to. Make it go away. You pulled your hand from Bucky's grip, a small smile on your face.

"I missed you too, Buck." He frowned.

"What happened to you?" Steve asked, and you sighed.

"Well... since you destroyed HYDRA's plan to blow up the world they were angry with you so they took their frustrations out on me, at first it was purely anger based torture, but then they decided they needed me, so they experimented on me and then once they successfully turned me into an enhanced super solider, they froze me I guess, I don 't really remember much, I woke up a few years ago. It was weird I was the same age, but it was like a million years had passed. The world looks so different now. I- I don't think I'll ever be able to catch up." You explained. They all listened to your story intently. Wanda squeezed your hand as if to remind you that she was still here, or to support you, you didn't know which.

"They tortured you?" Steve asked brokenly.

You looked up at him and shook your head. "I survived, I'm okay."

"You're strong." The girl spoke up. You looked at her and smiled softly. Her eyes captured you as she stared at you. You couldn't find the strength to look away. Her features were soft, her eyes assessing you. There was this connection like there was something about her that pulled you into her orbit. She was truly gorgeous, from her fair skin to her cute button nose. You swallowed. Clearing your throat, you smiled.

"You feeling okay?" She asked, her hand still on yours. Her warmth was comforting.

"I'm as okay as I can be." You say with a smile. She continued to stare until a noise blurted out, causing you to jump. Steve smiled apologetically at you. He then pulled out a small square thing and tapped it. You frowned.

"Yes, Tony. I know. She’s okay.” He said, talking into the tiny magic box.

“I’ll update you on this when she has rested.” He muttered. Shoving the square thing back into his pocket.

A sudden chill wracked through my body and in a second the room had warmed and the chill of the room replaced with a toasty feeling. You glanced at Wanda and saw the red tint in her eyes. You tilted your head slightly, looking at the glow in her irises.

“Your eyes change colour?” You asked.

"A side effect of my power." She said, her hands glowing as she showed me. The red glow is similar to the red shield that encased you earlier, only darker, more vibrant. You looked at her in pure fascination. Your hand came up to touch her glowing hand, but Bucky quickly intercepted grabbing your wrist softly.

"Careful, doll, that energy stings." He said, glancing at Wanda's frown.

"Only when I want them to." She said with a feline smirk. In the split second, she made a decision. A small ball of her power shot out from her finger and slammed into Bucky's hand that was still gripping my wrist. He hissed in pain, ripping his hand away. He started shaking his hand as if it would stop the pain. Wanda giggled as he swore at her.

You grinned at the interaction. Your mind was reeling from today. So much had happened, and there was still so much to learn. You were eager to learn all about this new era, but even more eager to learn about the powerful redhead at your bedside. As if she could read minds, she turned to you and smiled. You smiled back, loving the blissful look on her face. You didn't spare Bucky a second glance as Steve called him over.

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[chloe-skywalker]

Party Worries - Natasha Romanoff & Wanda Maximoff

Nat x fem!reader (mentor/friend)

Wanda x fem!reader (mentor/friend)

Warnings: emotions

Word count: 615

Requested: Can You do a Natasha Romanoff and or Wanda Maximoff x adhd ! Y/n kid reader - @Anon

Authors Note: thank you for requesting

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“Tony’s having a party tonight. You coming?” Wanda asked Natasha as she looked through her closet to see if she had anything to wear that night.

“I am.” the red headed assassin nodded.

“What about y/n/n?” Wnada asked, looking back to Nat who sat on her bed.

“I don’t know.” Nat sighed

“New meds not helping?” Wanda knew that Nat had taken Y/n to the doctor to adjust her meds for her ADHD. But the doctor didn’t just adjust her meds he changed them all together.

“No, there helping. She says she feels better but at the same time her body and mind are adjusting.” She explained. The last week hadn’t been easy on the young girl that Wanda and Nat had taken under their wing.

“Is she nervous?” Wanda wondered, hopping they could help the young Y/h/c-ed girl.

“She doesn’t want to make a scene.” Nat sighed telling the redheaded witch what y/n  had inwardly told her that morning of why she didn’t want to go to the party.

Wanda scoffed at that reason. “She wouldn’t.”

Natasha nodded in agreement. “We know that but she feels differently.”

Wanda picked a dress and hung it on the closet door before she turned around to face the Black Widow. “We gotta change her mind.”

“Agreed”

And with that the two came up with a plan. Before heading to Y/n’s room in the tower. After they had taken her under their wing she spent so much time with them at the tower, Tony gave her her own room. They had practically adopted Y/n and everyone was okay with it. Her family didn’t have much and her parents were always gon and pretended she didn’t exist. So Y/n was very much grateful and enjoyed benign apart of their family of hero’s.

“Do I have to?” Y/n whined softly not wanting to go to Tony’s party.

“Yes!” Natasha and Wanda stated at the same time.

“But-”

“You’ll be fine.” Wanda smiled encouragingly.

“And if you want to leave at anytime you can.” Nat added as they tried to change Y/n’s mind.

“But you have to give it a chance.” Wanda cut in quickly. They wanted her to at least experience the party before she decided to leave if she wanted to.

Nat could see Y/n start to fidget and knew exactly what she was thinking. So Nat sat down next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Your stronger than you think.”

“Okay.” Y/n nodded relucatnly

So with her agreement to go to the party Wanda and Nat got to getting her ready. They did her makeup and found one of their dresses to fit her and look fantastic.

Finally when the party rolled around Y/n had to admit it wasn’t as bad as she thought it was gonna be. She could feel herself lose focus at points but it wasn’t lasting long, the party seemed to keep her focused.

“You having fun?” Wanda asked as the young girl was approached by Wanda and Nat.

“You can’t lie to us.” Nat Joker as the two older woman each stood on a side of Y/n. “We saw you smiling.”

“Okay I am having some fun.” Y/n admitted cracking a pretty big smile across her lips. The party was a lot of fun and she seemed to be worried for nothing. But she’d never live it down if she told them that.

“We can go anytime you want.” Wanda told her and Natasha nodded in agreement. The 3 stayed for a while longer before leaving and having a girls night in Wanda’s room.

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[emcu7o]

What If Wanda vs Cinematic Wanda

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[mlys05]

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[221bstrange]

I miss Pietro :(

Pietro: I've declared war on the sun. Steve: What? Pietro: Have you noticed the temperature today? I'm going to die of heatstroke! Steve: You can't attack the sun, it'll burn you alive Wanda: Then we attack at night!!

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[ladylokilaufeyson5]

Together Forever - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Y/n can see dead people

Warnings: death and sacrifice, some swearing

Words: 2.3K

A/N: canon is whatever i want, fuck the timeline, enjoy!

You stared at the mission report on the coffee table, twirling your pen idly around in your fingers. It was a report on your latest mission, one you went on with Steve and Natasha, both of which were in the lounge room with you, along with the other Avengers. Wanda and Vision were talking together, and Sam was having a discussion with Bruce while Tony tinkered away at something.

Wanda, Pietro, and Vision had been on the team for quite a few months now. Wanda and Vision were friendly with the entire team now, however they mostly spoke to each other and you. Pietro, on the other hand, pestered you and only you day and night. You didn’t mind, as you’d been in love with the speedster for quite a few years now. You’d been at Hydra with him and formed a close bond, one that you hoped one day could turn into something romantic. You were able to form bonds with the Avengers as well, but no one else seemed to talk to Pietro.

You put the pen to paper and began to write as something zoomed past you. You looked up to see Pietro leaning against the wall, looking at you with a big grin on his face. You frowned at him, seeing the mischief in his eyes, before he started running around, causing havoc.

“Dude!” you complained, a smile on your face. “I’m trying to concentrate!”

Steve looked over at you before glancing at Natasha, whose observation was already trained on you.

“Sorry to distract you, Princessa,” he said, his grin growing.

“Shut up, Pietro,” you laughed, rolling your eyes.

Silence filled your ears as everyone around you stopped what they were doing, all turning to look at you.

“Did you – did you just say… Pietro?” Wanda whispered, her eyes going wide and glossy with tears.

“Yeah…” you said, confused. “He’s right there.”

You jerked your head in Pietro’s direction, and everyone pivoted their heads, searching for Pietro. All of their gazes landed around him or on the furniture beside him, but no one seemed to see him.

“No… he’s not,” Natasha said, concern lacing her voice.

“Yes, he is,” you said, letting out a disbelieving laugh. “I’m looking at him right now.”

“No, Y/n,” Pietro said sadly. “They’re right.”

You cocked your head at him, confusion evident on your features. 

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

Was this some sort of joke? Were they pranking you right now? You looked at Pietro with a questioning glance, and then back to the Avengers. Tony was the one to speak.

“Pietro died, Y/n,” Tony said gently. “Against Ultron, remember?”

You looked at Wanda, hoping that she’d sense your distress and call off whatever ridiculous prank this was, but she simply cast her gaze downwards, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. Your entire body went numb, and memories you’d locked away threatened to spill over. You looked at Pietro, who had tears in his eyes.

The dam burst, and flashes of robots appeared in your mind, a jet and bullets. A flash of Pietro, bullet wounds peppering his body. You vaguely remembered screaming as he fell to the ground, feeling your entire world fall apart.

“No,” you whispered, your head turning from Pietro to the rest of the group. “No, no, no!”

“I’m sorry, Princessa,” he choked out.

“If – if he’s – dead,” you said, stumbling over the words, “then why – why can I see him? He looks as real as any of you.”

The group looked at each other warily, before Vision began to speak.

“There is a possibility that you are hallucinating,” he offered. “Hallucinations can occur when one experiences a traumatic event.”

You looked at Pietro again in disbelief. He didn’t look like a hallucination – he looked as real as anything, as real as you.

“You’re not hallucinating, Y/n,” a new voice said. “You’re a witch.”

Everyone turned to face the newcomer. He was a person you’d met very briefly in an Avengers meeting – Doctor Stephen Strange. He was a sorcerer and a master of the mystical arts. He had orange magic and cast spells, including the one that allowed him to enter the tower undetected.

“How did you even get in here?” Tony asked, curiosity plastered across his features.

“That is unimportant,” Strange said, waving a hand. “I’m here to tell Y/n to let Pietro go.”

“Why?” you asked immediately, standing up. “Why can’t he stay?”

You looked at Pietro desperately, searching his face. He was searching your own with the same intensity, but with something that gave you the feeling that he was trying to memorise your face, not find a way out of this.

“Keeping him here will only cause you both more heartache,” Stephen said softly.

“But… I love him,” you said, your voice cracking.

“Please let me go,” Pietro murmured, his face falling.

“I don’t want to,” you whispered, stepping towards him.

You took his hands in your own, looking into his eyes. But he looked down and away, not meeting your eyes.

“Please, let him go,” Stephen repeated.

“I love you, Y/n,” Pietro said, cupping your face in his hand. “But it is time to let me go.”

And suddenly you felt it. The invisible, magic string that connected the two of you – the string that held him here, on Earth, with you.

Please let me go. You closed your eyes, tears falling down your face. Pietro kissed the top of your head, pulling you into a hug. You sniffled, pulling back and placing your hands on his face. You wished you could make this moment longer, stay here stuck in time with Pietro forever, but you knew deep down that you had to let him go.

“Goodbye, Pietro,” you whispered.

He leaned his forehead against yours, and you felt him shimmer and fade away, his soul departing from this world.

And then you collapsed to your knees, grief overwhelming your senses.

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Seven years later

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You looked around at the new planet, purples mixing together with pink to create a somewhat gloomy and yet beautiful glow. It reminded you of the magic you possessed.

You had possessed your purple magic since Hydra had experimented on you, but you had only learned how to use it properly with the help of Doctor Strange. He helped you a lot after telling you that Pietro hadn’t actually been alive, but in your grief you’d accidentally summoned his soul to come and rest with you. Your magic had also created a block in your mind, making it impossible for you to access the memories of his death. After some time, you’d been able to remove that block, and now, seven years later, his death haunted your dreams much less than they used to.

“Ready?” Natasha asked from beside you.

Her voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you nodded determinedly. You were here to retrieve an Infinity Stone – the Soul Stone to be precise. You were going to bring it back to the rest of the Avengers in order to bring everyone back from the dust. 

You, Natasha, and Clint made your way to what looked to be some sort of mountain. You climbed it together, helping each other up here and there.

“I bet the racoon didn’t have to climb a mountain,” Natasha complained.

“Y’know, I don’t think he’s technically a racoon,” Clint corrected. 

“He eats garbage. He’s a racoon,” you said.

Natasha smiled slightly and Clint rolled his eyes.

“Welcome,” an unfamiliar voice said.

The three of you immediately got into defensive positions, Natasha pulling out a gun, Clint pulling out his sword, and you wreathing your hands in your purple magic. A cloaked figure floated towards you, their tattered, black robes flowing in the wind, and ending in dark smoke.

“I assure you, you have nothing to fear from me,” the figure said, their voice echoing strangely.

“Creepy,” Clint muttered.

“Natasha, daughter of Ivan,” the figure greeted. “Clint, son of Edith. Y/n, daughter of (your/father).”

“Creepier,” Clint muttered again.

“Who the hell are you?” you growled, your magic growing brighter.

“You can consider me a guide,” the figure said, “to you, and to all who seek the Soul Stone.”

“Oh good,” Natasha said sarcastically. “You tell us where it is and we’ll be on our way.”

The figure removed their hood, and you froze as you saw a face you’d only seen in history textbooks. The Red Skull.

“Oh, liebchen, if only it were that easy,” he said.

You looked at him curiously, as did the other two, but you followed him to the top of the mountain, where a semicircle was carved into the side of it. All three of you peered over the edge and into the long, long drop.

“What you seek is in front of you,” Red Skull said. “As is what you fear.”

“The Stone is down there?” Natasha asked.

“For one of you,” Red Skull confirmed. “For the other... The Stone demands a sacrifice. In order to take it, you must leave behind that which you love. A soul for a soul.”

The three of you looked at each other in slight alarm. The Red Skull stood waiting, so you gestured for the other two to move a bit away, so that you all might be able to discuss what to do.

“Maybe he’s full of shit,” Clint said hopefully. “Maybe he has it, tucked away in those creepy robes of his.”

“I don’t think so,” Y/n murmured. “I – I could feel the other stones, back when… when…”

Memories of the battle in Wakanda flooded your mind, memories of those who had dusted creeping back. You pushed them away.

“I agree with Y/n,” Natasha commented. “Thanos left here without his daughter, and with the stone. You think that’s a coincidence?”

You looked over the edge and a sense of clarity washed over you. You knew what had to be done.

“Whatever it takes,” you murmured.

“If we don’t get the Stone, then billions of people are going to stay dead,” Natasha said quietly.

You looked back at the two Avengers, the two people who were a part of your family. Two of the people who had become dear to you, become your home. You grabbed both of their hands in yours and smiled weakly at them.

“Save the world for me, okay?” you whispered.

They both looked at you, shock and fear on their faces.

“You’re not the one who’s doing this, Y/n,” Clint said.

“You have a wife and kids, Clint!” you exclaimed. “And Natasha, you have a sister, and parents! I have no one! It only makes sense for it to be me!”

“We’re not going to let you die,” Natasha snapped.

You looked at Clint and Natasha, the two people who had become so dear to you, and you readied your magic.

“You don’t have a choice,” you said firmly.

You pushed them both back with your power, causing them to fall over. For good measure, you used your magic to hold them down, purple wisps running over their bodies.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out. “I love you guys.”

You turned and ran to the edge, ignoring the burning in your heart. You were afraid to die, but you weren’t afraid to keep your family alive, to make this sacrifice. You heard them call your name over and over, pain evident in their voices, but you pushed yourself forwards, leaping from the edge of the cliff.

As you fell, memories filled your mind. Memories of your friends, your family, those you hoped your sacrifice could bring back. But even in this moment, as you fell to your death, you thought of Pietro, and how much you missed him. And that you were glad that he was dead, so that he wouldn’t have to feel the pain of you leaving him.

Your body collided with the ground, and you felt an unbearable amount of pain for a split second before everything went dark.

Light suddenly flooded your senses, and you stood on the edge of a cliff, this one much different from the one you’d previously jumped off of. It looked over a beautiful valley, green hills rolling in the distance, skies as blue as you’d ever seen them.

Where am I? You thought to yourself. Why don’t I feel dead?

“Princessa?”

The voice came from behind you and you froze as you recognised it. Your breaths came out quicker and tears began to well in your eyes as you turned around to face the owner of the voice.

Pietro looked only slightly older than when you’d seen him last. His silver-blond hair was windblown, likely from running, and his eyes were still the stormy blue you’d previously spent hours looking into.

“Pietro,” you sobbed, running and flinging yourself at him.

He caught you in his arms and hugged you tightly. You did the same, promising yourself to never let go, no matter how long you lived. But were you alive? What was even happening? Was this some sort of dream? You’d had dreams like this before, Pietro coming back, or never even really dying, but this seemed so much more real than a dream.

Pietro pulled away slightly, just enough to see your face.

“What are you doing here?” he breathed, his eyes searching your face.

“Where – where is here?” you asked hesitantly, looking around.

You’d been too busy with the sight of Pietro to take in the golden palace behind you. It stood hundreds of feet tall and glistened in the sunlight.

“This is Valhalla,” Pietro revealed.

You looked around in awe, seeing the birds flying and chirping. You could distantly hear the clash of steel on steel, and the sound of laughter.

“You died a brave death to get here,” Pietro told you quietly. “And now we can be together forever.”

You looked at Pietro, the love you lost, only to be found again in death. You smiled at him and cupped his face, tears lining your eyes.

“That sounds nice,” you whispered.

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[widow-maximov]

Strike

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warning: The usual tags plus death..

Summary: Trusting the wrong person can lead to real dangerous consequences.

Word count: 6.3k

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8 years ago

No one would expect you to be this close to a robot, well you didn't really see Vision as a one, you saw him as something that could potentially become better.

Teach humans better and you wanted to be there with him through his progress, it all started by Tony assigning you to keep an eye on Vision for the next couple days whilst the team was out.

You didn't mind at all, it was all pretty easy to do, you basically had a whole tower to yourself whilst Vision explored his new home. You wanted to know more about him but he seemed busy.

So you settled for something else, you managed to clean your room a little and by the time you were finished some time was gone, so you decided to check up on Vision.

You walked around but failed to locate him until you called out for him that's when he appeared out of the wall, scaring the shit out of it "Jesus!"

He tilted his head as he tried to read you "Did that scare you? I am sorry, I am still learning a lot of things"

You took a deep breath as you nodded "Yeah don't do that unless you want someone to accidently hit you"

"I don't think I would be able to feel that miss Y/l/n" He responded as he held his hands together.

"You can call me Y/n, there is no need for that" You smiled at him as you walked forwards to which he followed.

"Right, sorry, I am still trying to fit in" He answered as he tried to smile but that ended up looking terrible.

You laughed "Smile with your mouth not with your teeth, you look like you want to kill someone"

He nodded and proceeded to follow your instructions which allowed him to look less creepy "Like this?"

"Yeah, just like that, but make sure you use a smile whenever you're kind to someone or trying to light up their mood" You answered with a tip to make sure he acted more like the rest of the team.

He frowned "Right.. In what kind of scenario?"

You looked forward to think of how to explain it to him that's when you saw one of the doctors from the med wing "Okay watch this"

He nodded and his eyes were glued to you as you walked up to that lady with a welcoming smile "Hey.."

She looked at you with a questionable look as if to scan if you were injured "Hey?"

"I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are and I just couldn't help myself but come up here and tell you that" You offered her a small smile just enough.

She blushed at your comment, not really sure how to answer that "Y/l/n that's really unprofessional of you to say.."

You shrugged "Maybe so, but we both can't deny how that blush really suits you"

She immediately had her hand up to her cheek, blushing even more, which you took as an opportunity to take into yours as you brought it up to your mouth and placed a light kiss on top of it whilst having your sight glued to hers.

"Now if you change your mind and want this to be unprofessional you know where to find me" You winked as you gently lowered her hand and walked off towards Vision.

"I think that was more than being kind but I think I get it now" He answered as you both walked into the living room.

"You have to be polite, especially if you see a very beautiful lady" You looked up at him with a wide smile.

You sat down on the couch and took your phone out to see what Natasha has sent you since you couldn't join her, that's when Vision sat next to you and turned his body towards you.

"Could you teach me more? I want to be more human and be seen as one rather than be some clueless robot?" He asked with a straight face.

You looked up from your phone at him, one brow raised "You see Vis, you gotta use facial expressions if you want someone to do something for you"

He looked like he was thinking for a moment, that's when a small smile appeared on his lips "Can you help me? Please?"

Your lips curled up into your own soft smile "Sure, no problem, just hang with me and I will teach you everything you need to know to become the best human alive"

And that's how it all started, ever since Vision became your right hand, he was willing to help you, cover for you and fight with you, always by your side and this was the same with you.

Tony doubted that Vision could have any emotions but according to you he was different and you were willing to help him out in anyway you could.

Which was what Wanda adored in you, the passion to always help others, she felt that you were fitting in here pretty fine always attending to anyone who was in need.

During city missions, you were the first to make sure the civilians were out of danger before proceeding to help out the team, the witch made sure she always had one eye on you in case they tried to attack you but you managed just fine which made her just love you more.

The thing was that you never told anyone expect Vision who you liked, you never made it known or even tried to flirt with anyone unless it was to get something.

Wanda wanted to know if she had a chance with you, but she was afraid to go up to you and ask you out so Pietro took it in his hands for his little sister.

As he casually slid the idea of a high school party for the Avengers towards Tony, knowing he would agree with it in the matter of seconds, everyone else agreed along with Tony and that included you.

Vision looked over at you "Party? I can't exactly consume alcohol"

You smiled "That's okay, you can drink your oils whilst I drink water, we don't have to drink anything"

Natasha frowned "That's a party pooper, you have to drink!"

Carol nodded to agree with the Russian "She is right, if you don't drink then you are boring"

You laughed which caused an unknown smile to just spread across Wanda's lips, Natasha noticed "Wait a second, I don't think our witch has drunk anything before. Not that I can remember"

You looked over at her, curious to see what she was going to say, her cheeks turned slightly pinkish but before she could say anything you narrowed your eyes playfully at Natasha "Leave Witchy alone, she might not wanna drink"

Her eyes sparkled at how you defended her, you might've not seen it but Natasha definitely did, so she simply put her hands up with a small smirk and leaned back in her chair.

You looked at Wanda with a smile and wink "You're welcome"

She looked down with a smile as she bit her lip, trying her hardest to just keep her happiness inside, Pietro smirked as he jumped up from his seat "We can do the party now, we have the alcohol and the space for it"

Tony smirked "I like you kid, you are just like me"

Pietro sped to Tony's side as the older man placed his arm around the slightly taller man "Well it's decided then, to the party room!"

Wanda sighed at her brothers childish thinking, but she couldn't back out now, she has to go through with it just for a little bit and then she can go back to watching her favourite sitcom.

As the team relocated, everyone was taking up turns to talk to you and Wanda knew she wouldn't get a chance to even thank you for defending her, but what else was she expecting? You always had people around you.

Pietro and Natasha noticed, they both looked at each other and the smirk that appeared on their lips wasn't anything innocent, Natasha downed her drink as she placed the empty bottle on the floor and let the younger blonde do the shouting.

"Spin the bottle everyone and 7 minutes in heaven in one go" His voice was loud enough to be heard by everyone.

Everyone jumped up at the chance to join which Wanda was hesitant at first but after Carol physically dragging her in the circle that was now formed.

She uncomfortable sat down next to the Russian, as she span the bottle and let it land on Carol, that went around for some time until it was your turn.

You didn't really care who it lands on, not like you were exactly planned on making out with anyone there, just friendly chat would be all you wanted.

But Pietro had different plans for you, as you span the bottle, he started to run with speed as he accidently fell over, causing you to turn your attention to him ready to help him.

That's when Natasha took the chance to make sure the bottle was pointed at Wanda, she pretended to be concerned with the younger Sokovian accident but they both somehow planned this out without needing to exchange words.

He quickly stood up "I am good, no problem here"

Thor chuckled "This guy and alcohol is not a good mix"

Half of the team nodded with a mumble as everyone looked back at the bottle that was now facing Wanda, who had a deep blush across her cheeks.

You had a reassuring smile plastered across your lips as you held Wanda's eye contact "Well then witchy, lets go"

Steve frowned "But we didn't even see it spin, that needs a redo"

Carol dismissed it "Nah, let them have their fun"

Yelena who sat on the couch as she watched everything unfold, laughed "Unless Steve wants to spend 7 minutes with both of the ladies"

You stood up as you reached over to Wanda "We don't do threesomes, no offence Rogers"

Wanda couldn't even say anything, she just took your hand that seemed to fit just perfectly and let you pull her up, dragging her away towards the bathroom that was the only thing to give you two privacy.

You and Wanda never really spoke, she was rather quiet around everyone and it just made you even more curious, to which used that opportunity to your advantage.

As she hopped on the bathroom counter, you leaned on the bath that wasn't too far from her, you kept your eyes on her side profile "We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with Witchy"

That made her look at you "We can do whatever"

You remember what Vision mentioned to you about the young witch, the blushes, the huge smiles at the sight of you, he noticed all of that which then made you notice it after.

He claimed it was to look out for you but you knew that he kinda liked Wanda, there was nothing you could've done because it's her feelings, even barely talking to her still made her like you just the same if not more.

He tried to understand that and in the end he knew that he couldn't just change her feelings like someone can change a code in a program, it was something out of his control and he just gave you the green light if you ever wanted to.

You never were sure about it, you never felt like you knew the witch enough even if you knew she was pretty attractive when she was angry.

And here you are with the ultimatum that you could kiss her right now, but was it really something she wanted or needed. You wanted to take it slow just for your own safety, protecting your heart was always a priority for you.

You stood up as you walked closer to her, practically placing yourself between her legs "I mean technically 7 minutes in heaven are spent kissing.."

You knew the reaction you would get out of it, she had a deep blush within seconds, she was going to say something but you smiled with a small laugh.

"Relax witchy, I was just messing with you, I prefer just talking for now" You backed away, watching as her shoulders relaxed for a moment.

You found a spot to sit down in as you fired the first question towards her "How come you're always so quiet?"

She inhaled as she thought of how to answer the question "I wouldn't know what to say really"

Maybe Wanda was different to what you thought she was, this just caused more curiosity in you "Anything that's on your mind"

"You really want to hear it?" She asked as her eyes were glued to yours.

You nodded "Sometimes the most valuable thing is what someone has in their heart"

She smiled slightly at your words as she looked away "The reason I don't really talk is because I feel like there is always this constant pressure on me, I am stuck with this big responsibility that sometimes I wonder if I would ever be normal without them"

You listened to her, letting her open up as she finally let someone in "It feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulder because I do anything that's close to wrong I will be the enemy in everyone's eyes"

A little red orb appeared in between her fingers as she stared at it "I remember how my life was before all of this, it was easy and not stressful and just enough to keep me happy"

Your eyes never left her face, when she went quiet and you didn't say anything she looked up at you again, hoping you could say anything, just anything to make her feel like she is not insane for thinking that.

"But Wanda, you have us to be there and help you out" You spoke up after couple more seconds of just processing everything.

A dry chuckle left her mouth "That's exactly what I thought with Ultron, and look where that left me, with my brother nearly dead just like my parents, leaving me here alone"

"Well, if the team turned against you, I would stand by you no matter what, you have my word Wanda. I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you" You stood up as you took couple steps towards her.

"How can you be so sure, we barely talk Y/n" She felt skeptic about it.

"That's why I am here, well I didn't make this happen but I am here, to change this, I want to know you better, I always did but I wasn't sure if you wanted that" You answered her rather quickly, not wanting her to doubt it.

There was a knock on the door as a voice followed it "Time's up love birds"

She smiled, this time fully "Okay, meet me in my room at 7 tomorrow, you'll learn something about me"

You smiled back as you watched her hop down and walking out together to continue the party, this was a lot more better than making out with someone.

For you it was always important to know this persons intentions before letting them in fully inside your heart, so you hoped that maybe Wanda was just the right person to let in, fully this time.

As time went on, you were getting pretty tired so you decided to go to your room earlier than the rest of the team, as you walked out Wanda followed you.

She jogged up to your side as you both walked towards the lift "You aren't going to stay?"

She shook her head "No, parties aren't my thing really"

"Why do you come then? I am sure you have a lot of other things to do" You looked over at her when yous stopped in front of the lift.

As the doors opened and yous walked in, she shrugged "I mean Pietro is there so I guess spending time with him is better than sitting alone in my room"

You nodded as you looked ahead "But he is still at that party though"

You smirked as she tried to find words to not seem like a stalker "I-I wanted to walk you to your room"

You looked at her as your smirk dropped, not expecting her to actually tell you "Am I that special?"

She met your gaze rather quickly at the question, not being sure if she should nod but doing it anyway, as the metal door opened yous still stood in the same place.

But at the sound of the door closing you quickly looked over and stopped it quickly, letting Wanda leave first before following her, as yous walked to your room in comfortable silence.

As yous stopped in front of your room, you gave her a small smile "I would invite you in for a movie or something but I have to be up at 6am tomorrow.."

She nodded in acknowledgment "No, it's okay, I need a long shower anyways"

"Well I guess I will see you tomorrow at 7pm" You were feeling something, it was just her and you in an empty hallway.

She smiled that met her eyes as she nodded, she took a step forward as she tipped toed, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, letting a pinkish blush appear across your cheeks.

She moved away as she looked into your eyes "See you tomorrow Y/n/n"

She turned around and walked towards her room, that wasn't that far away from yours. You were dumbfounded by her spark of confidence, your hand reached to your cheek where she placed her lips and a newly feeling sparked inside your chest.

You took a deep breath and walked inside your room, you too were going to need a long shower too, you deserved it after draining your social battery.

As the new days rolled in pretty fast, it rolled out in the same way, it was getting late, everyone busy in their own worlds and you? You were preparing to go meet Wanda.

Having everything completed to have the rest of the evening free, but just to be sure you wanted to be sure so you asked Natasha to look over some of your reports, just to make sure it was all perfect.

She was happy to do so, it gave her something to do rather than overthink situations she had no control over, as you carried couple of the files to Natasha.

You knocked on her door gentle and she opened it within couple of seconds, as you walked in, you looked around, seeing how her bedroom matched the widow.

It wasn't colourful at all, it was the right use of colours to match her personality, but yet it was welcoming enough to feel comfortable, you placed the files on her desk and plopped yourself on her bed.

She gave you a small smile as she sat in her chair "Why are you in such rush?"

You looked over at her "What rush?"

"Well usually you don't have anyone check your reports since they are perfect" She flicked through pages as she spoke.

You smirked "Are you jealous that Fury called my reports perfect, Romanoff?"

She rolled her eyes when she looked over at you "Not the point here but no, you're getting them looked at by me so obviously no"

"I have plans so I kinda rushed them" You confessed looking out the window which had the blinds half way down.

Without missing a beat, her hand flicked another page "With Wanda?"

Your eyes snapped to the side of her face "How do you know?"

This time she turned her body after closing the first report "That girl has been way too happy all day long, I never seen her smile so much since Pietro have gotten better"

You frowned "Well she could be happy over anything"

Natasha chuckled "Y/n, please everyone knows she likes you, it's so obvious"

"I mean Vision mentioned some bits but I didn't think everyone else knew" You had your brows raised in shock.

"You see we have eyes, so we can see what is going around us. If anything the whole team thought you were dating Vision for sometime" She teased you at first.

"Dated Vision? Yeah you guys need glasses if your eyes see something there" You laughed at the thought of your best friend dating you.

"Plus I am gay, like so attracted to women that if you weren't my teammate I would definitely crush on you" You rambled on, digging a bigger hole underneath you.

Natasha smirked "Yet Wanda is your teammate and it seems to me you're crushing on her, so what's wrong with me?"

"N-nothing! Nothing's wrong with you, I was just saying that I am gay and I definitely not getting out of that hole that I dug under myself" You realised how awkward you can get as you shut your eyes to save yourself from more embarrassment.

The Russian laughed at you "So you do admit you are crushing on Wanda then?"

Your brow raised with a smile across your lips "I am not admitting anything redhead, all I said was I have plans, so please finish those reports before I am late"

She nodded "Okay, okay"

She turned back to her desk as the silence settled in, but her words never left your head "What do you mean she was happy? How did you even know it was to do with me?"

She smirked, she knew you wouldn't be able to resist asking "Well, if you were with us today then you would know she actually spoke about it"

That spark more curiosity in you "What did she say?"

The redhead closed another report "That's something she can only tell you"

You frowned with a small pout but that wouldn't work on the Russian, she looked over and shook her head "Oh no, that's not working on me, I am not getting in between you and the witch"

You sighed, you knew the redhead wouldn't say anything "Okay, fine, just finish up and leave them in my room, I need to go"

You stood up as you walked over to the door, the redhead teased you one more time "Enjoy your date"

You turned to look at her when your hand was on the door handle "Not a date"

"Sure, whatever you say" She answered back, you knew she had a big smirk across her lips but you just rolled your eyes and walked out.

You made sure to pop into your room quickly to take a look in the mirror, straighten some hairs out and just look presentable, you finally looked at your phone and you had barely 2 minutes to get over to her.

You sighed as you gave a smile to yourself in the mirror and finally made your way to her, you stood outside the door thinking of how to greet her, that's when the door swung open causing you to frown in confusion and walk in to see Wanda on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

"Your thoughts are so loud, just knock" She teased as she finally looked up at you.

It took you a moment to notice her room, it was a lot more brighter than the Russians, it felt like Wanda all the way, there were snacks on the side of her bed, some were her favourite and some were yours.

Her eyes read you just perfectly "I asked the team what you liked"

Your eyes snapped back to hers, she was inviting, patting the empty side of her bed for you, everything just looked perfect, your feet were glued the ground until she spoke up.

"Come sit" She offered a sincere smile.

She was comfortable around you, you could see it just by how her shoulder were completely relaxed rather than tensed, which happened often around the team.

As you closed the door behind you, you noticed the pictures of her and Pietro as kids, teenagers and adults, some with her parents some not.

You approached one, just curious to see that memory of hers captured perfectly in a still image, she appeared by your side as she looked at the picture.

"Just a little after joining the Avengers, we went out to a local restaurant after Pietro gotten his first pay check from Tony, he claimed he wanted to take me out for a treat, but really he was there to just chat up women" She explained with a gentle tone, cracking a small smile at the memory.

You listened, trying to imagine that happiest moment for her "Of course, women barely noticed him, he looked like he came out of a mental hospital with the way he approached them but it was one of the rarest happiest moments I had with him, the owner was taking pictures and snapped one of us, I had to get it printed and now it's here"

At the end, you looked at her, mastering a smile that made her weak in her knees "I think that's the best way to keep the positive memories alive"

She smiled at your approval, not that she needed it, but it felt a lot more easier to know that there was someone else in the world who agreed with her.

"I wouldn't take you for a picture type of person" You confessed as you both walked over to the bed.

She shrugged "I am not, but it was nice to fill those empty walls, at least now I can stare at them when I can't sleep at night"

You nodded to show that you understand her "I usually do something rather than just stare at things, like for example take a shower, help me concentrate on doing something"

"Maybe next time we should just hang out instead" You jokingly suggested to which the young witch agreed to.

"So what are we doing then?" You asked as you finally looked away from the redhead besides you.

The remote flew into her hand as the snacks followed into yours and hers lap "You wanted to get to know me so I wanted to show you what I do when I am here alone"

She pressed the on button and went through her selections, to have a sitcom appear on the screen "You watch sitcoms?"

She nodded as she let the intro play "I always did, it reminds me of the times when my mom would turn them on after dinner to just enjoy some family time"

Her tone turned slightly more quieter "It was the last thing we watched together before they-" She paused, even if so many years passed, the grief was still lingering around, she needed even more time to get over the fact that she would never see them.

You looked over as you reached for her hand, making her eyes find yours, giving her a gentle smile that only reassured her even more that being vulnerable with you was a good choice for her.

"Besides, I think they are quite entertaining but if you don't want to watch it, then we can watch some movie" She was quick to give you an option, only proving to you that she was willing to set aside the joy those brought her.

You shook your head with a delicate smile "No, it's okay, I want to see what's so special that they captured your attention Wands"

She beamed at your words, pressing forward to let it finally start, if you were being honest, they definitely made you crack a few laughs, it warmed Wanda's heart at the sound of your laugh.

She was getting sleepy but she didn't want to move, she didn't want you to go and being hesitant to place her head on your shoulder but just like that.

You turned your head to look at her, the tv light brought out all of her good features, you could see her eyes a lot more smaller than usual, you knew she was tired.

"Lay your head on my shoulder" You whispered and without even a second to waste, her head was comfortably laying against your shoulder.

She hooked her arm with yours as she snuggled a little, it was a reflex that she done with Pietro, he always offered for her to just hug his arm as way to make her more comfortable to fall asleep as he watched the rest of the film.

You didn't complain at all, the warmth from her on your arm made you just as sleepy, you managed to lean on her as well and within couple of minutes both of you passed out.

It was as if the tv scented something as it showed the count down and turned off automatically, letting the peaceful silence fall into the night, allowing yous to hold each other like if it was the end of the world.

The morning rolled over and you found yourself alone in Wanda's bed, in a way you were kinda grateful to not deal with the awkward morning but also sad she didn't stay.

You gotten up and went to your room, freshened up and headed to the kitchen to smell something delicious, as you walked in you could see the redhead with a huge smile across her face.

"Did those eggs say something funny?" You teased as you walked in.

She turned her face to met the sight of you looking a lot more rested "They said they are egg-cellent to eat"

You rolled your eyes playfully at her pun "Worst pun I have ever heard"

She chuckled "Whatever you say Y/l/n"

You leaned against the counter as you took the cup with the tea that you managed to prepare rather quickly "Wands.."

She hummed in response as she moved the done eggs of the heat and onto a plate for you, you cleared your throat and gripped the cup a little tighter "Was last night a date?"

The witch stopped in her tracks as her cheeks turned red, that was not what she was expecting, there was slight fear in her posture to see if your question was a correction or a genuine interest in her.

From the silence you took a hint "I am only asking because I just want a cleared picture"

She took a silent deep breath and placed the empty pan down, turning around, still afraid to meet your eyes but she knew she had to so she did "Would you like it to be?"

It was hard to bite back a smile for you, you could see that she was nervous with her question, you weren't exactly sure if a date was something that was a good timing but then in the end was anything a good timing.

"I mean, it kinda felt like a date so yeah I wanted it to be a date" You answered with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

A relief smile appeared almost instantly across her soft lips "I wanted it to be a date too"

A wide smile spread across your lips "Let me plan a date for tonight then"

She nodded, not being against it at all, she wanted to spend nearly all of her time with you, it was comfortable and easy to enjoy her time around everyone when you were there.

And here are yous, 6 years in, the relationship stronger than ever than before, the team was supportive, helping you plan out the most perfect proposal but in the end you settled for something simple.

For something that started all of those feelings for the redhead, as yous gotten comfortable to watch another sitcom, you had a ring hidden in the other hand, as she turned her attention to look at her phone to quickly slipped the little box inside the snacks, pretending to take some to eat.

As she reached in, and with a confused frowned pulled out the dark blue box, you turned on the light, letting your attention be fully consumed by her.

She opened it and looked over at you, that's when with ease you choke out those 4 words that were invading your mind ever since you could remember.

Planning a future with Wanda was a dream come true, having her say yes to your nerve wracking question made it more believable that you were with the love of your life.

The picture was captured by the set up camera, wanting to frame that one in a lifetime moment, to stare at how happy you both felt in that moment.

Planning the wedding was chaotic but knowing that having a date set for it to happen was less stressful, being by each other side was less stressful, even if Wanda was slightly obsessed with it being perfect.

You knew that no matter what happens, that day was going to be magical, something that no one could take away from both of yous, you felt like for once your life with Wanda was meant to be.

But that was far from it..

Weeks before the wedding, a war exploded, Thanos and his army threatening to destroy everything in his way to gain what he wants, the control over everything with just some stones.

Compound had the most stressful and tensed air in the whole world, it all laid on their shoulders, reaching out to anyone they knew to help out.

It was hands on and you knew you could help, even if Wanda didn't want you to be fighting, she had a lot to lose and that was you and it was the same with you, but you had to keep the world safe.

It all happened too soon, he appeared way too early than predicted, with no preparation, the team parted, trying their best to keep everyone and themselves alive.

Alerting those who wanted to help to come down as fast as possible, it was real hell, you knew you had your back covered by your wife to be and your best friend Vision.

Yet in the this horrible havoc, Thanos seemed to be one step head of yous, as you stood in the battle, fighting beside Vision, Wanda and the rest of the team.

The least worry was one of the team members turning against yous but it happened, as something in Vision stirred up, his eyes turned white.

Not noticing, he grabbed one of the blades that was laying around from Thanos dead army, he turned towards you, letting it scan the best possibility to make you suffer.

You killed the weird looking alien as you turned to see if anyone else needed help, that's when you noticed the alien running towards Vision.

You acted fast "Look out!"

That pulled Wanda's attention but she was a little late to act on it, as she watched her worst nightmare come true, it was like it all happened in slowmotion.

As you run towards him, with your weapon ready to attack the threat, you jumped up as it came from above his head, he moved towards you as he pierced the sharp blade right through your chest.

Wanda's eyes widen with a loud scream coming out from her mouth, running towards you as fast as she could, the team turned to see the scene that no one wanted to believe.

Your eyes widen from shock as you stared into his pupil-less eyes, letting a tear slide down your face soon letting the blood follow from your mouth.

Wanda used her magic to immobilise Vision, as Thor sent one of the swords flying towards Visions back, sliding easily into him as his eyes turned back, staring at you in disbelief at his action.

His eyes never left your eyes for a moment as he whispered "I am so sorry.." His apology couldn't fix this and that definitely didn't help with Wanda's heart break as she easily destroyed him.

His body rolled off with a grey colour appearing on him, leaving you on the floor, to bleed out to death but that was not going to happen, not with Wanda.

"No! Please Y/n/n please, you can't die, you won't die you hear me?!" She was panicking, the amount of blood that was escape from the wound and your mouth.

Tony along with Thor and Steve tried to help out, allow Bruce to try to do something with whatever he had but they all knew you weren’t going to make it.

The wound was too deep, too big, no magic and no miracle could heal that, Wanda looked at them helplessly "Do something! Save her!"

They all shared a sad look, she knew that sad look but she didn't want to believe it, she held your hand as your grip on hers weakened within seconds.

"Y/n please, I am pregnant, you can't leave now, you have to stay" She confessed, it was suppose to be a surprise.

You gave her a weak smile at the news, your eyes met Natasha's for a split second and she already knew what you were asking of her, she was going to do everything in her power to help Wanda out, in whatever way she could.

More tears left your eyes as you blinked, taking a shakey breath, barely getting into your lungs as you managed to choke out something "I- I- lo-ve yo-u wit-tchy"

She sobbed, as she leaned her head against your hand, she moved over to your lips, placing a final last kiss, that you could barely meet but you felt it.

"Y/n.." Wanda muttered your name with streams of tears leaving, the team gathered around, letting that scene embed into their memories, scarring them all for life.

The life left your eyes slowly, your grip loosening around Wanda's hand, letting her know that this was never meant to be the way you both wanted it to be...

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[acciopietro]

Hi, I have a request.

So like Pietro and the reader are in a relationship and Pietro is really insecure about him being not able to give reader enough gifts and attention. (Reader is from a wealthy family)

He's scared that Reader could leave him for a wealthier person than him. Reader reassure Pietro that they won't leave him.

Yea, so angsty & fluff.

The reader can be gender neutral, I don't really care.

Thanks, I love how you write

Have a nice day.

anything from you - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x gn! reader

summary: pietro’s unsure whether or not he’s enough

word count: 1662

tw: no!

a/n: this was such a cute idea! i apologize for how short this is, i'm trying to clear out my drafts LOL! this is unedited so if u see any grammar or spelling mistakes lmk!!!! <3

"I CAN'T ACCEPT THIS," PIETRO'S mouth had fallen agape at the sight of the small box he opened, resting it on his lap. The light flashed off of the glittering silver of the watch inside, it's glass face perfectly clear, so well made that it looked like there was nothing there. "This is... this is very expensive gift."

"You have to accept it," you grinned, shrugging your shoulders. "I saw it and thought you'd like it."

"Yes, and I-- I do, but..." Pietro opened and closed his mouth like a fish. "I have never worn something so expensive before."

"Firsts for everything!" you giggled and gave him a bashful smile. He pursed his lips, melting at the sweetness of your face, and glanced back down at the watch. Your face sunk a bit at his hesitation, and you grabbed the bag that previously held the box. "I can return it, if you don't like it."

"No, I... I love it," Pietro grabbed ahold of your hand, smoothing his thumb over the top of your knuckles before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. "Multumesc, dragă."

---

“AHA!” Pietro mumbled to himself, pulling his hand out from behind the couch cushion of the couch in the Avengers Compound’s foyer, another quarter pinched between his fingers. He was lucky enough to live there and earn a decent wage, but he certainly did not have as much disposable income as say, Tony Stark, or even Y/N L/N. 

“Pietro,” came Wanda’s voice from behind him, her tone slow as though she were confused. He turned his head to see her standing there, arms crossed over her chest, eyebrow raised. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Right now, I am counting,” he said, sitting down and dumping out his pocket, muttering the numbers under his breath. “I have a total of twenty-three dollars and...seventy-three cents. But then once I add the money from my wallet, I’ll have about...”

“What do you need this for?” Wanda sauntered over, sitting across from him and his measly pile of dented dollar bills and dirty coins. Pietro didn’t respond, still counting in his head.

“Sixty-five dollars and eighty-two cents,” Pietro nodded his head, muttering under his breath. “That might be enough...”

“Nice watch,” Wanda complimented. “From Y/N, yes?”

“Yeah,” Pietro muttered, rubbing the band of it with his thumb. “They are very generous.”

“I see.”

“I want to buy them something,” Pietro told his sister. “But... I cannot really afford something very expensive, you know? So maybe something for fifty dollars. Or maybe more, but I... I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you just make them something? Or take them some place nice?”

“I could,” Pietro scratched his chin, dropping his shoulders in exhaustion. “But they’re always buying me things, I feel like I need to return the favor.”

“You don’t owe them anything, though,” Wanda told him gently. “Just because they buy you all these things doesn’t mean you need to buy them things, it just means you need to gift them with other things. Experiences, homemade things... as long as there is love in it, no?”

“I am not wealthy like them,” Pietro sighed. “What if they think I am using them for their money? I need to show them that --”

“They do not think that,” Wanda gave him a gentle look. “They love you, trust me. I was with them when they picked out that watch for you.”

“Yeah, well,” Pietro didn’t have much to say in response to that. “They’d be better off with someone who can afford to take care of them.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Wanda shook her head. “You take care of them just fine.”

“Hmph,” Pietro only shrugged and began to leave the room. “Maybe. But they could do better.”

---

“Wanda?” you said, poking your head into the kitchen. Said woman stood over a steaming pot, stirring the contents with a long wooden spoon. Vision glided into the room, holding onto a container of paprika looking triumphant. 

“Found it!” he said cheerfully. He turned his head and grinned at the sight of you. “Oh, hello, Y/N. Did you want some paprikash?”

“Maybe later, thanks Vision,” you smiled. “Have either of you seen Pietro?”

“Uhm, I’d assume he’d be in his room,” Wanda guessed.

“No, he’s not in there,” you frowned, sitting on one of the bar stools. “I’ve been looking around for him all day. I think he’s avoiding me.”

You knew Wanda and Vision shared a glance, but you were too busy staring down at the ring on your finger to say anything. Pietro had gotten it for you in the early stages of your relationship; you hadn’t the slightest clue where it was from or if the gems were real, but it was beautiful and fit like a glove. That was all that mattered, anyways. You twisted it around on your finger, frowning.

“Did I upset him?” you asked Wanda. “Has he said anything to you?”

Wanda gave a quick, almost unnoticeable glance at Vision. “Erm... he’s not upset at you, no.”

“What is it, then?” you pressed. There was a pregnant pause of silence.

“Look, I think you should talk to him,” Wanda trailed off, her brows slowly raising as she glanced behind you. Vision did nothing, however he was not slick about the way his eyes widened and he mouthed, “Go!”

You whipped your head around, and before you set eyes on Pietro, the blur of his red sweatshirt caught your eye and you knew he had run off. You sighed, running a hand across your scalp. 

“Sorry,” Vision apologized to you, bowing his head. “It’s... it’s your business, you and him.”

“Yes, I know,” you sighed again. “Thanks, I guess.”

“We’ll save some paprikash for you!” Wanda called out to you as you disappeared down the hallway. The lights of Pietro’s room were on, and you could hear the soft sound of a record playing from outside the door. It was Billy Joel’s The Stranger, one of his favorite American records; you had bought it for him, along with Songs in the Key of Life by Stevie Wonder and Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John. 

With “Vienna” playing from the old record player, you creaked open the door. Pietro was at his desk, hunched over a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen in his hand. He was humming along softly under his breath, scribbling away and not noticing you. You walked up behind him and put a hand on his arm, bending over to place your chin on his shoulder. He jumped.

“You scared me,” he muttered, hastily folding up the paper and shoving it into a drawer. “Did you knock?”

“No, sorry,” you drew your face away from him, glancing at where he hid the paper. “Did you want me to leave?”

“I--” he hesitated. “No, I don’t.”

“Okay,” you rocked on your toes for a second before crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed. “You okay? Whatcha doing?”

“Just drawing,” he sighed, putting the pen down and leaning back in his chair. “Bored, I guess.”

“Haven’t seen you all day,” you continued.

“Been tired,” he lied through his teeth.

“Yeah, okay,” you scoffed. “You slept for like ten hours.”

Pietro’s lips quirked up. “Yeah, true.”

“What’s going on?” you asked bluntly, patting the empty space on the bed beside you. Pietro eyed it for a second, as though hesitating, before getting up and taking a seat beside you, his knees resting against yours, shoulders pressed against one another. You lifted your hand, running it through his hair. “What’s goin’ on in that brain of yours?”

“Just...” Pietro paused. “Don’t you ever... aren’t you ever upset that I can’t... that I can’t really do stuff for you?”

You furrowed your brows, unsure what he meant.

“Like this watch,” Pietro ran his thumb over the face of the shiny gold watch on his wrist, the band glinting under the soft lights of his bedroom. “It’s... it’s great. I love it. But I can’t buy you stuff like this. I can’t... I don’t have...”

“That never upsets me,” you told him honestly. “I don’t even think about that kind of stuff.”

“You could have a guy who can buy you things,” Pietro went on. “A real rich one, you know, take you shopping and whatnot.”

“I can take myself shopping,” you joked, bumping your shoulder with his. He gave a small smile. “And I don’t need that, nor do I want that. I want you, and whatever you come with is perfect.”

“Are you sure?” Pietro scrunched up his face, his pale eyes glazed over. You ran your hand through the icy tips of his hair, and he leaned into your touch like a puppy being scratched behind the ear. “Sometimes I worry that you’ll leave.”

“Leave?”

“For someone with more money,” Pietro mumbled.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you kissed his cheek. “I don’t want to leave, and I’m not going to anytime soon.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you kissed his temple. “I am.”

Pietro said nothing, his brows furrowed and his nose slightly scrunched. You put your hand under his chin, turning his face so the two of you were eye to eye.

"You are perfectly perfect, Piet,” you told him firmly. You felt his face turn hot underneath your hand. “I’ve never wished for anything more or less from you. It’s like I’m Goldilocks and you’re the porridge that’s just right."

“Mm,” was all he said for a moment, leaning into you. After a pregnant pause of silence, he said, “I don’t know what that means.”

“Yeah, I figured,” you wrapped your arms around him, hugging his side. He pressed into you, hugging you back, the warmth from his arms engulfing you. “My next gift for you will be an American nursery rhyme book. How’s that?”

He let out a laugh, holding you tighter. “Anything from you is perfect.”

---

translations:

"Multumesc, dragă." - Thank you, darling.

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Whispers In The Dark

Summary: When a casual one night stand develops into a deeper, forbidden love, you and Wanda try to keep your relationship a secret as you navigate the challenges of balancing your growing emotions with the fear of being caught.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (no smut)

Words: 6,462

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⚠️IMPORTANT ARTHOR’S NOTE: The following story (or following chapters) will not include detailed moments of smut. However, it does contain enough sexual content that I feel more comfortable labeling it NSFW/18+/MDNI. With that being said, read at your own discretion. Enjoy.

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The extremely comfortable bed you were laying on beckoned you to stay put, the weight of the covers over your body engulfing you in a warmth you didn't want to disrupt. It was hard to stay awake when you were so perfectly nestled in like a swaddled newborn. You had to find the energy to toss the covers off of you, though your limbs didn't seem to want to really move at the moment. Yet, with the seemingly loud vibration hammering away on the nightstand next to you, you were being signaled that it was time to get up.

Wait a minute… you don't own a nightstand yet.

You turned your head, the confusion evaporating quickly as you realized exactly where you were. You remember the bar, the attractive woman you knew you wanted the second you were aware of her presence, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. And you couldn't help but smile when you remembered just how successful you were in accomplishing that. But now it was almost six in the morning and you had to get ready for work.

You didn't want to wake her up. The slivers of light sneaking past the curtains to show the peacefulness across her face in the midst of slumber was the best thing you've ever seen. You didn't want to be that kind of one-night stand, being unnecessarily loud, not even being thoughtful of the one who doesn't need to wake up at the ass crack of dawn. No, you were going to be considerate and make a quiet move to the bathroom.

You kicked your feet over the bed, but you still weren't entirely used to the fact that a nightstand was present. You bit your tongue when your leg smacked into the front of the bedside table with a loud thump, and you weren't quick enough to catch the falling lamp, flinching when it fell to the floor with a crash.

A peal of light laughter came from behind you as you stood up, bringing the sheet along with you and using your phone to survey the damage done to the lamp. And, boy, that lamp did not survive that fall.

"I'll pay for that," you said, looking toward her. How does that even happen? The one time you wanted to make a smooth exit and the nightstand wanted to put up a fight. An inanimate object was your downfall this early in the morning and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. "I'm sorry to wake you."

You were defeated.

"Are you getting in the shower?" Her voice was soft with no hint of annoyance in her tone. Was she not mad at you for pulling her out of the pits of her deep slumber? You'd be pretty annoyed that you were woken up by your one-night stand at six in the morning because they couldn't handle the nightstand.

She should at least be mad about the lamp. 

"Uh, yeah?" You wonder if that was okay. This wasn't your place, after all. Yours wasn't completely unpacked yet and you didn't want someone as gorgeous as her to see that storage container apartment you got going on.

She moved to flick on the lamp resting on the nightstand that hasn't embarrassed you (yet), replacing the morning sunrise slipping through the closed curtains with a brighter, artificial light. She ran a hand through her hair, getting some of it out of her face, as she sat up in the bed. You couldn’t help but stare at her - the way she tugged those locks brought memories rushing into your mind as you subconsciously brought your bottom lip in between your teeth in a gentle bite. "I'll join you," she said.

"You'll… what?" The smile she sent you at your confusion made your heart skip more than just a couple of beats. "Uh, we just met last night… in a bar, no less."

She raised an eyebrow, though the smile still remained on her face. "We also just slept together, Y/N. It's nothing I haven't seen."

You swallowed the saliva forming in your mouth so hard that it made the actual gulping noise. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment once more as you looked away from her, scratching the back of your neck. "That's fair," you confessed. You looked back at her and laughed as she hopped out of the bed with a smoothness that you wished you had earlier. It would've saved you from a lifetime of embarrassment.

She raced you to the bathroom, making you laugh harder at her little victory yelp when she beat you there. You wrapped your arms around her, bringing her close as you used your foot to close the door behind you.

It has been only a few hours since you parted ways. You walked down the halls, your mind occupied by… her. Her face, her hands, her smile and touch and laugh. You remembered every single second about last night and you just wanted to do it all over. Relive it once more. But you know how a one-night stand works, and there's a high possibility that you'll never see that woman ever again.

"Ma'am." You turned your head on instinct to see someone running up to you, holding a clipboard out along with a pen. "Just need a quick signature."

"What's your name?" you questioned as you accepted the items she was holding for you.

"Jennifer, ma'am," she answered, even throwing a little bow in there. You couldn't help but shake your head with a smile, quickly scanning the paper before scribbling your signature over the line, turning your head to meet her gaze.

"It's nice to meet you," you told her. Your eyes were drawn to something over her shoulder like a magnet to metal, your next words getting caught in your throat when you saw her leaning against the wall, focusing intently on the person she was talking to. You handed the woman the clipboard (her name was irrelevant now, you couldn't think of anything coherent at the moment) as you walked past her like a zombie ambling toward fresh brains.

You reached Wanda, looking at the agent she was conversing with. It only took mere eye contact for the man to send you a stiff nod before immediately walking away, turning to look at her.

"What're you doing here?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, almost just as confused as you were. "I work here." The crease in between your eyebrows only deepened with more confusion. "I'm an Avenger." Even with her clarification, it didn't make it any more clear to you. You don't remember her name on the list. She must be a new recruit. "Why are you here?"

You opened your mouth to answer but were interrupted when someone stepped up to you.

"We're ready for you, Director." You looked at the older man, reading his name badge as Phil Coulson. That answered her question for you, your eyes going back to Wanda to see the raised eyebrow and tight lips.

"Director?" She looked away from you, getting herself lost in thought. "Well, that's not going to work well."

You cleared your throat, your jaw clenching tightly as you turned to the agent. "Thanks, Coulson. I'll be there in a moment."

Coulson sent you a nod and left the two of you be, turning back to Wanda. As she tried to wrap her mind around what was happening, you waited for Coulson to be completely out of earshot.

"Why didn't you tell me that you're a new Avenger?"

"Probably the same reason you didn't mention that you're the new director," she countered.

You opened your mouth on instinct to rebuttal but closed it when you realized she had a point. You groaned, running your hands down your face. This is the worst-case scenario. It would've been better if you never saw her again compared to this, though just the thought of that pulled your heartstrings. You don’t really know how to imagine never meeting her.

"You're the boss," she said, once again pulling you out of your thoughts, "aren't you supposed to at least know who the Avengers are?"

"They sent the files, but I didn't read them," you confessed. "I wanted to meet the team members face to face." You did, however, read the names on the files and she wasn't there. You said her name so many times last night, you'd definitely remember seeing it on a folder. She must've been a last-minute addition, SHIELD not having enough time before your first day to compile and send over a file. 

At the same time, would you have been able to stop yourself from approaching her at the bar? No. The way her lips formed a pout made you want to do anything to wipe that away, so you would've ignored logic and spoken to her. You still would've made her laugh. You still would've made her smile for the first time in what seemed like forever. You still would've made her moan and pant your name as your skins melded together underneath her blankets, lightly scratching her back as she made you-

"Where did you just go?" She snapped you out of your thoughts again, but this time you were a bit upset about it. Your cheeks flushed red, burning hot. The smirk on her face told you that she had an idea, but you shook your head and ignored her question. 

"You are aware that this… thing can't happen anymore, right?" As your finger bounced in between you and her, her smile expanded, tinged with a mischievous glint that hinted at something devious lurking beneath. You found yourself needing to bite your tongue harshly in hopes that the pain would distract you from the warmth igniting in your gut.

"Obviously," she assured you and you sighed with relief. Now that the two of you were on the same page, maybe now you can stop stressing out about it. You knew for certain that you wouldn't be able to hold back when it came to her, so it was nice to see that at least one of you had some self-control. Quite honestly, the only thing stopping you from dragging her to your office and feeling her right then and there was the fact that you don't exactly know where your office was located just yet.

Maybe someday…

No. The relationship between you and Wanda Maximoff could not come to be. No matter how strong the connection, how tempted you’d be, it could never come to fruition. The unfortunate reality was that your relationship with the woman standing in front of you had to end before it even began.

That thought abandoned your mind when you watched her teeth catch her bottom lip, raising an eyebrow at you seductively. Your breath caught in your throat and your thoughts immediately became a jumbled, contradicting mess. She laughed as you finally managed to utter, "You're going to get me fired, Wanda."

"Director." You didn't turn, losing yourself in her eyes. You wanted to touch her. To take her face in your hands and connect your lips right at this moment, in front of everybody. New job be damned. And the annoyance that demanded your attention cleared their throat impatiently.

You turned your head to look at the addition to your conversation to see Coulson standing there, nodding his head at Wanda, a sign for her to skedaddle.

"I'll see you later, Director," Wanda hummed as she walked away, your head turning back so you could watch her leave.

"It's been more than a moment," Coulson pointed out, forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from Wanda's retreating figure to look at him.

You blinked. "What?"

"You're late," he clarified.

Your eyes widened. "Oh, right! What are you waiting for, Coulson? Let's get a move on." You gestured for him to lead the way, patting him on the shoulder when he rolled his eyes and turned his back on you.

"It's a good thing you're getting acquainted with the Avengers," he said as you walked alongside him. "You two know each other?"

"Not at all," you stated.

He hummed thoughtfully, clearly not believing you in the least bit. "That was Wanda Maximoff. She's got magic hands."

The snort that escaped your nose was involuntary. "She does indeed." You hadn't realized you said it until Coulson stopped moving to stare at you, his eyebrows bunched together, bewildered. You cleared your throat, your back straightening as you clarified, "That's what she told me earlier. She just didn't really tell me what she meant by it." You were right, there is no longer any more doubt in your mind that she was definitely going to get you fired. "Why don't you tell me more about Maximoff?" Though phrased as a question, he knew it wasn't one.

He continued forward and you easily matched his speed, walking alongside him. "She has a long list of powers," he started. "Telekinesis, energy and mind manipulation, and she can read thoughts. I’m willing to bet there’s more, she just hasn’t unlocked them yet."

You stopped walking this time, trying hard to keep your composure. "Mind reading?" So, she definitely knew what you had been thinking about earlier. "That's… nice to know." 

Observing your reaction to the subject being discussed, he quickly decided to switch gears. “Well, she’s not the only one on the team. There are other Avengers you have yet to meet. We’ll start with…” He gestured for you to follow as he led you through a set of doors, revealing a sprawling laboratory that occupied most of the floor.

Pausing at the entrance, you watched as Tony Stark worked intently on a holographic keyboard. It was only when Coulson began walking deeper into the lab that you followed, cautiously advancing until you stood in close proximity to the brilliant inventor.

"Who's disturbing my bubble?" The hologram vanished as his fingers moved away from it, turning his head to look at you.

"New director," Coulson explained. "We're just making the rounds and you're the first stop."

"Y/N," you extended your hand towards him. His gaze shifted from your hand to your eyes and, in that moment, it became abundantly clear that he was not going to meet the handshake. You quickly withdrew your hand and let it fall to your side.

"Tony Stark, but you already knew that." He smiled at you, though it seemed a bit forced as his eyes assessed you from head to toe, sizing you up. "You're a bit young to be a director of something like SHIELD, aren't you?"

You couldn’t help but feel a surge of annoyance at his comment. Without thinking, the words slipped out before you could sensor yourself, "You're a bit old to be playing dress-up, aren't you?" As soon as your response left your mouth, you realized the potential consequences of your remark. Insulting the man who was throwing a lot of his money into this agency was not the smartest move. All it would take is a simple “adios” and you’d be out of a job.

To your surprise, Tony simply smiled widely and extended his hand toward you. Stunned, you accepted the strong handshake. “It’s refreshing to have someone bite back," he said, glancing at Coulson. "Take notes."

"Yes, sir," Coulson agreed, nodding with a forced smile. You couldn't help but grin, crossing your arms over your chest.

As Coulson gestured for you to follow him, you lingered for a moment to watch Tony go back to work, biting on a pen when he watched a small simulation of his suit taking on a battle, to which the suit loses. He huffed in exasperation, taking the pen out of his mouth and tossing it aside. It made you wonder how long he had been tirelessly working on this project.

"I know someone who specializes in nanotech if that's something you're interested in," you confidently suggested, capturing the billionaire's attention. Ignoring Coulson’s constant attempts to guide you away, you continued, "I can introduce you to her if you'd like."

A spark of curiosity ignited in Tony’s eyes as he reached for the pen he had just thrown, handing it to you along with a scrap of paper. With a grin, you swiftly scribbled down the specialist’s name, eager to offer a valuable connection. Tony glanced at Coulson with piqued interest, “Where’d you find this one?”

“She found us, sir,” Coulson replied, monotonously, before subtly guiding you out of the lab with a hand on your back. "The rest of the team would be a lot easier to please."

"I'm not looking to please them." Well, not all of them, at least. There was one person you found yourself wanting to please more than most. She did things to you that you just can't ignore. "My job is to lead them. I'm not here to make friends." Or lovers, but you refrained from adding that.

"Nice to know," he stated, leading the way into the training room. "Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, meet your new director."

The pair, entangled in a fierce sparring session, paused and separated as Coulson made the introduction. It was evident that they were skilled fighters, evenly matched and fully engrossed in their training. Or they were just taking it easy. Friends normally don’t beat the shit out of each other just for fun. You shook their hands.

“Directors usually don’t properly introduce themselves,” Clint remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he rested his hands on his hips with a heavy breath. “They just read our files and assume they know us.”

“They sent the files, but I didn’t bother with them,” you confessed, shrugging loosely. “Bonds grow stronger when everybody’s on the same page, not reading personnel off of a piece of paper.” Glancing at Coulson, you added, “I’m making this guy walk me around the building to introduce me to the team face-to-face.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips as her arms folded over her chest. “Did you meet Steve yet?” Coulson fidgeted for a moment beside you, and one of your brows quirked up with interest at the sound of her teasing tone.

“I’m sure he’s next,” you replied, a faint smirk lifting a corner of your mouth when the redhead’s smile only grew wider. “I’m sensing an inside joke here.”

“Coulson is a bit of a fan of Rogers,” she explained.

“I have all his trading cards,” Coulson interjected, cutting the conversation off before it went much further. “We should get to it.”

“Can’t wait to see him, huh?” she joked, her grin turning sly as she stepped back. While they returned to their sparring, you and Coulson made your way out of the room.

“All of his trading cards?” you asked. “Do you have them laminated?”

“Each and every one of them,” he confirmed, and you could sense the pride hiding in his words.

He led you into the war room, where Steve Rogers stood, engrossed in a discussion with other agents about an ongoing mission. As the two of you entered, the captain’s attention shifted, and he straightened up, displaying his characteristic posture.

“Captain Rogers, this is Y/N, the new director,” Coulson announced, adopting a more professional demeanor in front of the patriotic hero. Natasha’s description of him being a fan seemed under-exaggerated, but maybe that was the point. You’re relieved to see that the team wasn’t all as serious as Coulson here.

“Good morning, ma’am,” Steve greeted respectfully, offering a small nod from his position across the table.

You pressed your lips together, a mischievous grin forming as his eyes traveled up and down your figure. “I know you all think I have big shoes to fill,” you began, acknowledging the weight of the previous director’s legacy. “Nick Fury was one of the best, but I’m here to bring about change. I’m not looking to repeat history.”

“I can respect that,” Steve commented, crossing his arms over his chest. A slight smile tugged at his lips, and you could feel Coulson’s subtle restlessness next to you. He was clearly worried you might embarrass him.

“What’s your current mission?” you asked, leaving Coulson’s side to join Steve at the table, studying the scattered papers.

“We’re dealing with drug dealers hijacking ambulances for narcotics,” he explained, arranging the papers to give you a better view. 

You looked up at him, a hint of surprise on your face. "I didn't expect a big-time Avenger to be doing a simple drug bust," you commented.

"You’re not the only one around here looking to make changes," he said. 

You grinned. "I can respect that."

Coulson cleared his throat and you both looked over him. "If you'll excuse us, Captain. We have a busy day ahead.”

"Of course," Steve said. "It was a pleasure meeting you."

"As you, Cap." You accepted his hand when he offered it over the table, giving a strong, brief handshake before releasing you. You walked behind Coulson as you left the room, grinning widely as you moved to his side. As soon as you were clear from Steve's earshot, you spoke. "You're jealous." It wasn't a question, and Coulson didn't show any expression in the statement. What did it take to coax a genuine smile out of this stoic guy?

"Thor is off-world dealing with some other stuff," Coulson said, ultimately ignoring your comment. “Banner has been MIA since the incident in Sokovia. And, since you’re already acquainted with Maximoff, I’ll show you to your office.”

Your heart fluttered at her name, immediately looking away from him to hide the faded blush forming on your cheeks. Why did her name make you feel this way? You had just only met her last night, so there weren't any long-time feelings between the two of you. But just thinking about her is taking away your ability to breathe. You didn’t struggle to follow your tour guide, but you did have trouble straightening your mind. You had hoped these introductions would last longer, giving you more time to avoid having to deal with everything. But without any distractions, you were forced to succumb to the realization that Wanda Maximoff was going to be in your life for as long as you were the director.

"Here." You released a deep sigh when Coulson finally stopped to gesture towards a door, giving you the distraction you needed to catch your breath. “This is your office.” You released a puff of air at the closed door, your name engraved on a plate nailed in place. You couldn’t let the emotions get to you - not in front of Coulson, at least - but this seemed to have made your title a lot more official. “The door’s unlocked.” If you didn’t know any better, that was a passive way of rushing you. “We also left you a little treat as a welcome present.”

Your hand pressed down on the handle, pushing slowly against the door with the agent right on your heels, and you managed to look up just in time to see something in your office that was most definitely not Coulson’s “little treat.” You quickly backed out of the room, bringing the door with you as you turned to face him. A nervous laugh nearly crawled out of your throat, but you managed to swallow it just in time. “I’m pretty sure I can handle this part on my own, Coulson.” The man didn’t argue with you, shrugging and walking away without another word as you slipped into your office. “What are you doing?”

“This isn’t the kitchen?” Wanda sat at your chair, not even bothering a glance in your direction as she casually ate what looked like a croissant (most likely the treat Coulson was referring to). You huffed, glancing over your shoulder as you made your way to the desk. Finally, she looked toward you, a smirk tugging a corner of her lips. “I could’ve sworn it was…”

With every step you took, your heart raced harder and faster. You couldn’t deny the intense attraction you felt towards the woman occupying your desk, even though it seemed so sudden and unexpected. She leaned back in your chair, crossing her legs and taking another bite of the croissant, slow and drawn out as she maintained eye contact with you. You couldn’t help but notice how the crumbs fell onto her lap, biting the inside of your cheek rather harshly as your breathing hitched in your throat.

“Is there something you need, Agent Maximoff?”

She quirked an eyebrow at you, though that smirk still lingered on her lips as she hummed thoughtfully before saying, “Agent Maximoff?”

You cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure. “That’s your name, isn’t it?” you replied.

“It is,” she answered, shrugging as she added, “but it’s a much different turn from what you were calling me last night.”

Her words hit you with surprising calmness, as if she were merely commenting on the weather. You struggled to hide the impact they had on you, the way they made your stomach twist and turn in a way that would make a professional dancer jealous. You had a job to do, and engaging in whatever this was with one of your employees was definitely not part of the job description.

You took a deep, steadying breath and reminded yourself of the boundaries that needed to be maintained. This was the type of position people would kill for (literally) and you didn’t want to blow it away by fraternizing. No matter how tempting the allure of a forbidden connection might be, you had to separate yourself from the matter. “I apologize if I gave you the wrong impression,” you expressed, your voice composed but firm. “Our interactions last night were outside the scope of our professional relationship. Neither you nor myself could’ve predicted this kind of… predicament. As of now, we need to focus on our respective roles within SHIELD.”

Wanda’s smirk faded slightly, and she leaned back in the chair. “Is that what you want?” she questioned, her tone holding a hint of defiance. “To just pretend like it never happened?”

You met her gaze - the way her eyes were soft nearly made you take back everything you had just said - but you maintained confidence in the matter, your expression determined to just rip this Band-Aid off and toss it in the garbage. “We have to be realistic, Agent Maximoff. We can not carry a personal relationship. It’s for the best if we maintain a professional distance moving forward.”

She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly, and a flicker of disappointment passed through her eyes. “I understand,” she said quietly. She stood up, popping the rest of the croissant into her mouth, chewing it thoughtfully. “You want to carry on like strangers.” A friendly smile lifted her lips, and you could feel a tug against your heart at the sudden loss of warmth.

You nodded, standing your ground. “It’s the right thing to do,” you affirmed, but your voice wavered slightly as you cleared your throat. As you spoke, you couldn’t help but notice how slowly Wanda was approaching you, as if she were a lioness hunting a gazelle. Panic fluttered in your chest, causing you to take a small step back. You made the mistake of meeting her intense, dangerously hungry green eyes. “I’m the Director, you’re an Avenger,” you stammered, your confidence suddenly faltering. The realization of the inappropriate proximity between the two of you struck you like lightning as the back of your legs bumped into a couch you didn’t bother to notice when entering the office, stepping to the side so your back hit the wall behind you instead. Wanda was now mere inches away, her presence enveloping you. Panic and desire wrestled within you, making it hard to form coherent thoughts. “I’m your boss. We…” You trailed off, a sharp breath catching in your constricted throat.

At that moment, Wanda’s grin transformed into a wicked smirk, her eyes seemingly penetrating your very soul. The air between you crackled with tension, and you could feel the heat radiating from her body, or perhaps it was the fire building up behind your flushed cheeks.

You were torn between the weight of responsibility and the magnetic pull of desire. The line between professional boundaries and personal longing blurred as the intensity of the moment consumed you both. The electric pressure hung in the air, captivating you and her in a web of conflicting emotions. Time seemed to slow down as you battled with the overwhelming desire and the consequences of succumbing to it.

“We can’t…” you managed to utter, your voice barely above a whisper, the words feeling feeble against the mounting temptation. Every fiber of your being yearned to give in, to explore the forbidden depths of this connection with Wanda. But the weight of your position as her superior, the potential repercussions, and the need to maintain professionalism weighed heavily on your conscience.

Wanda’s smirk only grew more wicked, her eyes gleaming with mischief and raw hunger. She leaned in closer, her breath brushing across your lips as she whispered, her tone dripping with seduction, “Who says we can’t? Sometimes rules are meant to be broken.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, torn between reason and desire. You could feel the fire burning within you overwhelming any remnants of restraint. With a surge of courage, you closed the gap between you, surrendering to the intoxicating pull of her presence. The world around you faded away as your lips met in a fiery embrace, unleashing a torrent of passion that had been brewing beneath the surface. Walls crumbled, and the pressure of responsibility melted away as you both embraced that forbidden desire that had blossomed between you. In that stolen moment, you chose to abandon caution and surrender to the allure of a love that defied expectations. 

Wanda didn’t hesitate to return the kiss, making it more intense, more fervent. You were ultimately pinned against the wall by her body when she moved to get closer to you, feeling the tip of her tongue swipe your bottom lip, silently asking for permission, and she swallowed your moan when you granted it. Her hands gripped your hips to tug you flush into her, sparking a burning sensation in your core, and it only seemed to get hotter when her fingers danced up your body, slipping under your shirt to surf the smooth skin of your curves.

You pulled away breathlessly, your head falling back to the wall as her lips landed on your neck with no mercy, licking and sucking any spot she could touch. You attempted to say her name, to bring these overwhelming feelings to an end, but the only sound you could produce was a groan when her nails dug into you to leave crescent-shaped imprints on your shoulder blades. 

“You’re not doing a very good job at keeping things professional, Director,” she whispered, her lips suddenly brushing against your earlobe. She laughed, and your stomach tightened at the breathy sound so close to your ears. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were enjoying what I’m doing to you.” You gasped when her knee squeezed itself between your legs, pressing against you in a way that nearly had you whimpering. “I love the sounds you make for me, Y/N.”

“W- Wanda,” you whispered. “Ple…”

“That’s it, baby,” she breathed, laughing gently as she pulled away slightly to meet your gaze. Her eyes were dark with desire, hooded by a smoldering intensity that mirrored your own. “Tell me what you want.” She smirked, thoroughly enjoying this moment. “Do you want this?” She picked her knee up higher, pressing into you harder, causing your body to jerk forward at the feeling of her touch. Everything inside of you burned painfully, desperately. One of her hands descended across your spine, bringing it around to drag a finger down your gut until it reached the hem of your pants. Chills covered your arms when you felt her dive in without a second thought, an inhuman sound getting caught in your throat. The wide smile crawling on her face told you she found exactly what you wanted.

The sound of a knock on the door shattered the fragile bubble of intimacy that had enveloped you and Wanda. Time seemed to slow down as she moved away from you, your hearts pounding in sync. The handle turned, and your chest tightened with a surge of panic, fearing that your secret would be exposed.

With a casual nonchalance, Wanda stepped aside, effortlessly transitioning into a composed state. She sauntered over to the couch you had already forgotten about, settling herself as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, you seemed to struggle to regain your composure, attempting to mask any signs of the passionate encounter that had just taken place.

The interrupter entered the room without a second knock, Phil Coulson pausing at the door when his eyes landed on Wanda before they flickered to you. He cleared his throat, crossing his hands in front of him as he said, “Am I interrupting something?”

“Just a meeting, Coulson,” you claimed confidently, fully collected at the sight of your deputy, raising an eyebrow at him as you folded your arms over your chest. “We just finished.”

“Not really,” Wanda countered, and you didn’t need to look at her to know there was a teasing smirk faintly tugging a corner of her lips, “but I’m more than willing to wait to thoroughly finish later on, Director.” You managed to fight the shivers that rode your body, but the chills that erupted across your spine were a different story. You wondered if Coulson could hear the way she calls you Director, or if it was all in your head. She stepped into your field of vision when she made her way toward the door, giving Coulson a happy smile as she rested her hand on the door handle. She looked at you over her shoulder, and you could feel your cheeks flush when you saw the darkened look in her eyes.

The door seemed to echo when she closed it behind her, sealing you and Coulson in the room. His words cut through the lingering tension, bringing your attention back to him. “I apologize for interrupting, ma'am,” he began, his voice laced with urgency, “but we have a bit of an emergency.” He stepped closer, holding a tablet that illuminated with an image on the screen. “It seems that Thor’s notorious brother, Loki, has returned to Earth.”

The weight of the situation settled upon you, dispelling the remnants of desire and reminding you of your responsibilities as a leader.  As Coulson played the video, you watched a seemingly ordinary scene: Loki calmly walking down a sidewalk. It felt odd to watch. Loki’s presence seemed to always bring a catalyst for chaos and destruction, so you find it difficult to believe that his return could just be taking a stroll, enjoying the sunshine.

Coulson’s gaze met yours, and you could see the faint colors of concern clouding his eyes. “We need to assess the situation and determine his intentions,” he expressed. “While it may seem inconspicuous now, we can’t underestimate the threat he poses.” The memory of Loki’s previous misdeeds lingered in your mind, a vivid reminder of the destruction he had wrought. It was clear that immediate action was necessary to prevent another catastrophe.

“I don’t want to waste time waiting for him to make a move,” you declared, your arms crossing firmly over your chest. Your gaze shifted back to the tablet, a sense of urgency seemingly squeezing your heart. “Loki didn’t return just to enjoy the scenery. Bring him in.”

Coulson nodded, tucking the tablet under his arm. “I’ll mobilize our resources and initiate the necessary protocols,” he affirmed, determination steeling his expression. “We’ll do everything in our power to locate and apprehend Loki swiftly.”

You strode purposefully past him, making your way to your desk. With a swift motion, you brushed away the loose croissant crumbs from the chair before settling down. As you took your seat, your voice carried an air of authority, “I trust you understand the importance of conducting this mission covertly.” Your attention moved away from the man standing in front of the door to one of the papers resting on the surface of your desk. “We cannot afford to have the public become aware of Loki’s presence, not after the chaos that ensued during his previous visit to our planet.”

He nodded in agreement. “I will assemble a team that can operate discreetly,” he replied.

“Make sure Maximoff is included in the roster,” you stated unequivocally, your voice firm and decisive as you reached for a pen.

Coulson hesitated, stepping forward to stand on the opposite side of your desk. He cleared his throat, attempting to voice his concerns, but you were quick to shut him down, “She may be fresh, but, from what you’ve told me about her, her powers have the potential to match Loki’s.” Your eyes locked onto his, and the next words that came from your mouth held a hint of a challenge. “Did you mislead me about her abilities, Deputy Coulson?”

His head shook vigorously. “No, ma'am,” he responded quickly, his tone filled with conviction.

“Then what seems to be the problem?” you pressed, a brow arching with curiosity.

He squirmed under your scrutinizing gaze, his discomfort palpable. “She hasn’t fully gained the trust of the others,” he claimed. 

A smile played at the corners of your lips as you leaned back in your chair, assessing Coulson intently while tapping the tip of the pen against your palm. “This mission presents the perfect opportunity for her to earn that trust,” you countered. “I don’t recall my orders being up for debate.”

“Understood, Director,” he responded, resolved. You could see the way his jaw tightened in irritation, but you chose to overlook it as he added, “Agent Maximoff will be included in the mission.” You nodded, acknowledging his commitment, and watched as he walked away, disappearing through the closing door.

As soon as the door clicked shut, you released a heavy sigh, feeling the full weight of being director bearing down on you. Exhaustion crept through your body, and you sank deeper into your chair, running a hand over your face in an attempt to dispel some of the weariness that had settled upon you. You tossed your pen back onto the desk when a realization dawned on you…

Today was just day one.

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Wanda Maximoff in Captain Marvel (2019) #39

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A Speed Demon and His Demon Partner — Peter Maximoff x gn! mutant! reader

Summary: Having their life changed by their DNA, reader ends up a to be a mutant. Luckily, Peter Maximoff is by their side and they end up on a wild ride.

tw: cursing, injury, anxiety, claustrophobia (if i missed any, let me know)

a/n: So this is basically a bunch of my daydreams meshed into one story, so don't mind that the transitions between scenes are kinda messy.

wc: 10.5k

(Read it on ao3 here)

You don’t realize what you take for granted until it’s gone. Don’t realize how cruel the world can be until it hurts you. I never understood the hatred towards mutants. I still don’t. They’re people, just like anyone else. People feared what they didn’t understand. It’s a concept as old as time.

What I understand now is how lucky non mutants are. Hell, even mutants with only mental differences even had it better. Of course this isn’t a competition and all mutants have it rough. 

Though my situation was pretty ironic. Growing up in a religious household and all, only to look like the child of satan. Yeah, that’s right. My mutation didn’t happen until I was about 16. I woke up and noticed the fact that my skin was a deep red and my nails were sharp. I looked into the mirror with horror. Two horns protruded through my skull and the roots of my hair were black. 

At that moment, it felt like my entire world ended. I was a mutant, and one that couldn’t hide. I had no idea what my family would think, let alone my grandma. I knew my mom was more open to mutants, but I was still worried she would have some stigma about the way my mutation looked. 

So I hid myself in my room for as long as possible. I didn’t go to school, I didn’t go out unless everyone was asleep in the house. I know my mom was worried…but I didn’t care. I mean I looked like a literal demon. I knew it would come out sooner or later, but my mom found out. She caught me in the middle of the night while I went to make food. She looked scared at first, I probably looked mortified. Yet she sat me down and told me she would never hate me, mutant or not, and I felt like maybe not everything was terrible for once. 

She understood my decision to not see my grandma anymore, but she said something that shattered the happiness. And that was that I would still have to go to school. I felt like a weight was dropped right on top of me. Mutants weren’t illegal, but they were highly hated on, and honestly I was scared for my safety. 

So the first day back I wore a hoodie, jeans, boots, hat, sunglasses, anything and everything that could somehow hide my appearance. What I totally forgot that homeroom was my first class and that I was the tutor of someone that tended to be annoying.

The one and only Peter Maximoff. He was seen as a problem child and the class clown, though tutoring him gave me more insight to who he was. He had trouble focusing, and with the way he would fidget made me believe that whole heartedly. Which tended to make our ‘tutoring sessions’ more into time for us to joke around. 

Anyways, back to the previous point. When I entered the class I was relieved to see that Peter was nowhere in sight. Only to feel my stomach drop as he plopped into the seat next to me.  I kept my face down, staring at the wood patterned plastic.  

“Fancy seeing you here,” I could hear the smile in his voice which quickly turned to concern. “You alright? You haven’t been here for a while.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I mumbled, tugging on my hood. I saw Peter lean in from the corner of my eye, he was trying to make eye contact. 

“You sure?” He asked, his voice sounding endearingly soft. 

“What are your thoughts on mutants?” I blurted out.

He seemed slightly taken aback, but continued the new topic, “Nothing much.”

“Why? What are yours?” He asked back. 

“I think they're fine, don’t get why people hate them so much,” I replied.

Peter was silent for a bit, “Why don’t we talk about this more at my house, we could skip or wait till after school…”

Skipping school seemed tempting. I mean even with as much as I tried hiding myself I could see the stares and hear the whispers as I walked past. For the first time that day, I looked at Peter and his eyes widened in shock. I looked back down.

“Could…could we skip today?” I asked timidly. I mean I’ve skipped before, but it was in between lunch periods so it was pretty easy.

“Of course,” He breathed out. “Wait for the bell to ring and we’ll be out of here before you know it.”

I nodded, not sure what he had in mind, but I trusted him. I felt his hand pat my back awkwardly, but I couldn’t help but smile at the sentiment nonetheless. 

Once the bell rang Peter and I headed out to the halls. Kids were bustling, pushing and shoving, before I could glance at Peter, I felt his hand rest on the back of my neck. Then all of a sudden, we were in his basement. I blinked once, then twice. My eyes drifted over to Peter, who was casually laying on the couch eating a hostess cupcake. 

At that moment, I was happy to know another mutant, someone who I could vent to without worry. I couldn’t hide the smile that made its way onto my face as I looked to the side. 

“You can take all that stuff off now,” Peter mumbled through his food. “This is a safe space.”

I felt my heart warm at the proposition and joked, “Even if I look like the spawn of Satan?”

“I think that just makes you hotter,” Peter shrugged. I felt myself freeze, looking to the side I pulled my hood down and discarded my hat and sunglasses on Peter’s table. I felt his gaze piercing the side of my head but I pretended to ignore it. 

I decided to take this chance to glance around and snoop a bit. This was my first time seeing Peter outside of school, and my friends don’t really invite me out too much…not like they go out much either. I glanced over the junk food stash, not even wanting to know what that’s about, and I also conveniently decided to ignore the random items that seemed out of place. Finally, my gaze fell onto the arcade machines. How the hell did he get those…

“So what’s your power?” I asked, breaking the silence. “Teleportation?”

“Super speed,” Peter said nonchalantly, suddenly playing Pong. “Lame, I know.”

“Hey, better than being red,” I said, trying to lighten his mood. But it seemed to do the opposite. 

He looked back at me with a frown, “I think you look cool.”

“I think your power is cool too.”

That was the start of our friendship growing deeper. We hung outside of school more, I felt more confident about my mutation because of him. Of course my other friends were surprisingly accepting as well. Overall life was going smoother than I thought it would. Yeah people made comments about my appearance, many older people tried to get me to ‘find God’, and the stares were irritating to say the least, but having people be there to support me was enough for me. 

Everything was peachy until one fateful day. It was like any other day, I was hanging out with Peter in his basement when suddenly his mom calls out that the cops are here. 

I didn’t even see Peter move when he appeared next to me and whispered, “They’re not cops, rental car, possibly FBI.”

My heart dropped at the last thing he said, “Sh-should I hide?”

“Nah, I think you’re good, don’t seem dangerous,” He smiled, running over and started to play ping pong with himself. 

Three men came trekking down the stairs, the first one a medium height compared to the rest, his sideburns were out of control. The second was the tallest, he was scrawny with glasses. Had a nerdy vibe overall. The last was the shortest and wore sunglasses and looked messy overall.

“What do you guys want?” Peter asked, running over and sitting under my legs that still rested on the couch. I shifted slightly, trying to put less weight on him. “I’ve been here all day, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” I nodded, not liking how all their attention was now on me.

“Relax, Peter, we’re not cops,” The sideburns guy said. I frowned, how did he know Peter? Why did Peter not seem to recognize him? Were they actually FBI?

“Of course you’re not cops,” Peter shrugged, hands behind his head. “If you were cops you wouldn’t be driving a rental car.”

“How’d you know we’ve got a rental car?” The short guy asked. British accent?

“Checked your registration while you were walking through the door,” Peter replied like it was nothing. “I also had some time to kill so I also went through your rental agreements and you’re from out of town. Are you FBI?” I rolled my eyes, such a show off.

Peter zoomed off and grabbed the short guy's wallet, looking through his stuff, “No, you’re not cops. Hey, what's with this gifted youngsters place?”

“That’s an…old…card,” The short guy said, trying to defend himself.

“Well he’s fascinating,” Nerdy dude said with a smile.

“He’s a pain in the ass,” British guy said, making me scowl at him.

“What, a teleporter?” Nerdy guy asked.

“Super speed,” I spoke up, and they glanced at me again before turning back into their little huddle. 

“When I knew him he wasn’t so…young,” Sideburns muttered.

“Young?” Peter asked, back on the couch under my legs handing me a popsicle. “You’re just old.”

“You’re not afraid to show your powers,” Nerdy guy said, sounding amazed. 

“Powers? What powers?” Peter asked all innocently looking towards me. “What’s he talking about? You see something strange here?” A smile creeped onto my lips, exposing my canine teeth that seemed to have grown bigger after my mutation appeared. 

“Nothing anyone would believe,” I replied with a shrug. His smugness is getting to me now. He smiled back at me, already done with his popsicle. 

Zipping over to his pong arcade game he continued, “So who are you? What do you want?”

“We need your help,” Sideburns proposed. 

“To what?”

“To break into a highly secured facility and to get someone out,” Sideburns continued. I couldn’t help but stare at them with wide eyes. Who just asks that? 

“Prison break?” Peter asked. “That’s illegal, you know.”

I watched as they looked around his room at all his stolen goods and I sighed, I really hope Peter doesn’t agree. 

“Only if you get caught,” Sideburns replied. 

I felt myself frown as Peter asked, “So what’s in it for me?” 

I was about to speak up, ask Peter if he was out of his mind, but British guy beat me to it, “You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon.”

Peter turned around slowly, and I felt my heart drop at the fact that he was actually considering this, “How do I know I can trust you?”

“Cus we’re just like you,” Sideburns said, glancing at me and I shrunk slightly under his gaze. 

“Show him,” British guy said. 

Sideburns glanced at British guy and held up his fist, three bone claws came out and I winced at the sound.

“That’s cool, but disgusting,” Peter commented. 

“Peter,” I called out, shrinking once more as all their gazes fell on me. “Could we like…talk privately for a moment.”

“Uh yeah,” Peter nodded, then zoomed us to a spare bedroom. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” I asked, raising an  eyebrow. “You’re totally gonna do that prison break aren’t you?”

“We’re doing the prison break,” Peter said like he was clarifying. 

“I’m sorry?” I asked incredulously. “Nuh-uh. No way.”

“Oh come on, where’s your spirit?” Peter asked, clapping me on the shoulder. “You need to have some spice in your life once in a while.”

“I-” I stammered, unsure where he thought I’d agree to this. “Okay, let's ignore that part. They probably don’t even want me coming. I’ll totally ruin their plan if they even have one. Have you seen me? A literal red flag!”

“Simple, I don't go if you don’t,” Peter shrugged. 

“What about my mom?” I asked next, trying to get him to see an ounce of reason.

“What about her?” He shrugged. 

Wha- are you hearing yourself right now?” 

“Come on, you won’t even have to do anything,” Peter insisted. “Be the getaway driver?”

I felt myself slipping as he gave me puppy dog eyes. I looked off to the side, not believing what came out of my mouth next, “Fine.”

“Yes!” He celebrated, pumping his fist in the air. “You’re amazing!” Peter held the sides of my face and brought mine close to his. I felt my breath hitch and tense up. 

I failed to mention that the moment I met Peter, the first thing I thought was how he looked cute. Yeah, I know, sue me. Even though I was attracted to him, it didn't mean anything. I didn’t know him so why would I expect anything to go anywhere? And then we started to become really good friends and my feelings slowly grew, creeping through me like vines. 

So in this moment, all I could feel was the fact that the room seemed to grow warmer, and I never noticed those pale freckles that ran across his nose. I think he noticed what he was doing and diverted to kissing my forehead. While I wasn’t complaining, I’ve never had a forehead kiss before. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy and…God I’m never gonna stop coming up with scenarios after this. 

Then suddenly we’re back in his basement and he’s got his arm around my shoulder as he leans against me casually, “I’m in, as long as she can tag along.”

The strange men looked at each other, almost like having a silent conversation. Then sideburns whispered, “I think we’ll want her there to keep him under wraps.”

Yet I was distracted from them as I felt Peter tap my shoulder to a tune no one could hear. Then I realized the situation I was in, or more like the position. I was tucked into Peter’s side and I could tell he was trying to stay as still as possible. 

I was brought out of my little reverie as British dude spoke up, “She can come, but she’ll have to stay in the car.”

“Fine by me,” I shrugged.

With that, we were off driving. I learned their names as Charles, Hank, and Logan. Peter took the middle seat between Charles and I, he could clearly see my anxiety of being in a car of total strangers. 

I never realized how annoying it could be to be in a long car ride with Peter. I mean we never had to go on one before so why would I? I just tried to zone out by staring out the window, but it was hard to ignore Peter’s jitters, nonstop questions, and him trying to constantly get my attention. 

“What?” I muttered exhaustedly as he poked me for the 100th time. 

“I’m just curious if your mutation is more than just your physical appearance,” Peter speed talked. “It’s hard to imagine a mutant who can’t control something.”

This seemed to have grabbed the others attention as Hank spoke up, this clearly being his expertise, “Typically mutants have at least one power, physical appearance is secondary.”

I felt myself grow anxious at not only their stares, but what I could possibly do, “What do you think I can do? How can I find out?”

“Well, sometimes mutations come out when the person is stressed, it’s really hard to tell what someone can do unless they already found out,” Hank explained.

I let out a humorless chuckle, “Well I’m constantly stressed, maybe we’ll find out at any moment.”

After that, it was pretty straightforward. My mind was busy trying to think of powers I could possibly have while they broke whoever they needed out of the Pentagon. I really wish they gave us more information.

I sat in the drivers seat, car key half way in the ignition. I kept glancing around, making sure my appearance was hidden as well as I could. I probably looked sketchy as fuck, but no one bothered me. 

I saw the group hustling and quickly turned the car on. They all piled in, Peter being forced to sit on the ground due to lack of seats. Quickly and as inconspicuously as I could, I pulled out and drove off. I felt a rush of adrenaline as guards ran out the door, but they didn’t seem to notice us specifically. 

“Drive faster!” Logan whisper shouted. “They’re going to sniff us out with how slow you’re going.”

“If I drive faster their attention will be drawn to us and then we’ll really be caught!” I countered, too nervous about being a literal getaway driver to be scared to talk back. 

“She’s right,” The man we broke out nodded. “Besides, they can’t catch us now that I’m out.” 

I glanced at the rear view mirror and shifted my eyes back onto the road immediately. Something about him exuded an intimidating aura. Hank directed me to where I needed to go and we ended up at an airstrip with what looked to be a private jet.

You know if they got money to spare I wouldn’t mind them paying me for my time.

Everyone got out of the car, Logan and Erik, as I learned, boarded the jet right away. Charles and Hank stood by it as Peter and I leaned against the car.

“Do a favor and return it for me will you?” Charles asked, nodding in my direction. “And Peter? Take it slow.” Charles smiled slightly at Peter before boarding the jet. Hank nodded at us before following. The jet door closed and Peter turned to me, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. 

Suddenly I was in the passenger seat and he was turning the car on. 

“No!” I exclaimed with wide eyes, trying to exit the car. “I do not trust you out of all people to drive, full offense.”

Peter looked at me and gasped in fake offense, “That truely hurts me (n/n).”

“Good,” I huffed with a fake glare. “Now let me drive.”

Peter pouted at me, trying to give me those puppy dog eyes that make me crumble every time. It may have broke me to participate in a damn prison break, but not getting in a crash.

“I’ll drive safe I promise!”

“No you won’t,” I sighed.

“I won’t you’re right,” Peter grinned. “You know me too well.” 

He gave up and let me take over the drivers station. I pulled into the road and went 50 mph, just 5 over like always. Everyone told me I drive like a grandma, but I’d rather drive like a grandma and be alive than drive reckless and die. 

I hummed softly with the radio, slightly weirded out at how quiet the car was. I took a quick glance at Peter and he seemed to be lost in thought. I tapped the steering wheel before speaking up, “Something wrong? I’m sorry if I made you feel bad about the whole driving thing…”

“Hm?” Peter perked up. “Oh, no you’re good. I was just thinking about how hungry I am. Why don’t we stop at that diner up ahead.”

“Okay,” I agreed, unsure if that was really the truth. I pulled into the diner parking lot that Peter pointed out. I was a bit nervous going out with how I looked and all, but with Peter by my side I felt more comfortable.

I fidgeted with the car keys in my pocket as I looked around. It was a smallish diner, steady amount of people. With a checkered print that lined the walls, and the pink and blue neon lighting, it gave a real youthful feel. My gaze landed on Peter who now sat in front of me, his eyes scanning the menu so fast I couldn’t even tell he was reading. 

I let myself look at the menu, it was mainly burgers, but they also had some chicken options. I found my go to order and decided I’ll stick with it. 

“Excuse me,” we both looked up to see a waitress, a frown promanant on her face as she glared down at us, me specifically. “We don’t serve your kind here, you’re making the other guests uncomfortable.”

I felt myself flush in embarrassment as I quickly looked around, seeing people stare and whisper at the encounter that was currently happening. I could quickly feel my eyes water but tried to hold it down. I hate crying, and I don’t want them to see me in such a vulnerable position. 

“She hasn’t done anything wrong,” Peter quickly comes to stand up for me. “We just want to eat some food like everyone else, but if this is the way you treat your customers than we’ll just take our money elsewhere.” 

Peter stood up, and I stood up too, just wanting to leave this place as fast as possible. Peter took my hand and led me out to the car. I found comfort in the fact that he was holding me, even if it was just our hands. I clenched my free hand and scowled at the ground. I didn’t even notice that I was now in the passenger seat and we were driving off.

“What a bitch,” I spat, all the things I could’ve said to her just now entering my head. “Who gives her the right? No one, that’s who.”

I felt my anger continue to bubble, as all I could think about was what happened previously.

“I can’t believe she had the balls,” Peter scoffed. “I was seriously considering punching her-“

“HOLY SHIT!”

“What?” I asked back in panic, his shout startling me.

He started laughing breathily and pointed out, “Look at your hands!”

I looked down and I felt fear rush through me. My hands were on fire, literally burning. I gasped and lifted my hands up, not wanting to burn my clothes. The fire quickly went out and I stared in a mix of horror and wonder. 

“Guess we figured out what your power is,” Peter grinned cheekily. 

“That’s…cool but scary,” I replied, anxiety already filling me. “I mean, there’s so much that can go wrong.”

“Hey,” Peter said, nudging me slightly. “I know you’ll be fine.”

I nodded, his words helped me calm down a bit. We ended up getting fast food, not wanting another situation to happen. Then he dropped me off home and that day came to an end. 

The closest we ever got to, possibly becoming more, was this day. We ended up actually doing something besides sitting in his basement. I got a sudden taste for a slushie so we ended up at a gas station. And I actually paid for the slushies since I refused to let Peter snatch a few. Since I chose (red/blue) he got the opposite. We sat outside on a bench at a park nearby and I enjoyed the sun warming my skin. Of course Peter had to break the silence.

“Y’know, I kinda want a purple slushie right now,” He said nonchalantly.

I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows while taking a sip from my cup, “There’s a purple slushie-”

“Oh,” I whispered in realization. How did I not get his meaning right away? He grinned mischievously while leaning in close to my face. I felt my heart rate quicken and suddenly it felt hot. 

I wanted to pull away, look somewhere else, be somewhere else. But my body knew that I really didn’t mind if he did kiss me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. His warm brown eyes staring into mine so softly. I was waiting for his next move, waiting for him to just close the gap. Hell knows that I wasn’t going too, I felt frozen in place. Yet suddenly he pulled away and wiggled his eyebrows, finishing off his drink. I felt my heart drop, and looked away quickly. How embarrassing, why was I actually expecting him to kiss me? Am I crazy?

I leaned back on the bench and watched the kids run around and play in the playground without a care in the world. Parents would briefly glance at me from time to time but I ignored it. The disappointing feeling that consumed me was my prominent problem. When did my feelings get this out of hand? Did he know what he was doing to me? Or am I really that good at hiding my feelings? 

“You okay?” He asked in a hush tone.

“Hm?” I looked back over to him, but seeing his face made the feeling of embarrassment wash over me again, but I tried to put it in the back of my mind. “I’m good, why?”

It wasn’t too long after when we graduated, (Peter just sliding by). And after that a letter arrived. From Xaviar’s School for Gifted children. Charles Xaviar, the man who we helped with a prison break. It was a job offer, and I felt so grateful for the opportunity. So I wrote a letter back, accepting the job. Now to break it to Peter. I didn’t want to leave him, I really didn’t. But to find a job like this? With the way I look? Impossible. As simple as that.

I waited for Charles’ response letter, since he’s agreed to pay for my travels to New York. The letter held all the important flight information and at that moment the situation really sunk in. I kept reading the letter over and over again. Then suddenly the paper was out of my hands and in the speedsters who laid on my bed like it was his own house. 

I rubbed my arm awkwardly as he read the letter over. I couldn’t meet his eyes once they left the paper and fell onto me.

“You’re leaving?” He questioned. 

“Yeah,” I nodded, shuffling my feet awkwardly. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but I wasn’t 100% sure and I was waiting for this letter and-”

“I get it,” He nodded. “I’m happy for you.”

“I could ask if you could work there too,” I offered, I could tell this was hurting him, maybe even more than it hurt me.

“I still have to look after my family,” Peter shrugged. I could tell he was hiding his emotions, or at least trying to, and at that moment I felt like the worst person on Earth. I know things will smooth over once feelings settle, but it still hurts at this moment. I nodded, understanding he may need his space for a bit. 

I didn’t see him much after that. Now that we didn’t have school, it’s not like I could just run into him. It hurt. The fact that I was leaving tomorrow and he hadn’t said a peep to me since he found out. I rechecked my suitcases for the umpteenth time. I had as much clothing as I could pack, I had everything I thought was too important to leave. My mom said she’ll hold on to the things I had to leave behind and send anything I may want. 

As if my wishes were granted, Peter appeared in my room. Any snarky remark I could come up with left my brain as he stared at my suitcases. 

“Hey,” I whispered, happy that I’ll get to say goodbye at least. 

“So tomorrow’s the big day huh,” He replied with a cracking smile. I frowned as he tried to hold himself together. I didn’t say a word, instead I opted to just hug him. I felt like crying, but instead I just held him tight. Who knows if I’ll see him again after this. 

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, squeezing him tighter.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” He muttered back, holding me just as tight. “I’m glad you found somewhere where you’ll be accepted. Just don’t forget little old me back in DC.”

“I could never forget you,” I chuckled lightly. “Keep in touch, yeah?”

“Of course,” Peter agreed, a genuine grin finally appearing. For the rest of the day we hung out, trying to savor what was left of our time in DC together. I felt like a weight was lifted off me that day. 

When I boarded the plane, I was first astonished at the fact that I was flying first class. Second, when I looked out the window I noticed that a certain silver haired man was waving at me. My jaw went slack for a second, trying to hide my laughter as one of the luggage loaders was trying to go after him. I waved back, already missing him. 

Hank greeted me once I got off the flight. He helped with my bags and drove us to the school. I couldn’t help but gape in awe at the size. Hank gave me a brief tour. We ran into Charles and he welcomed me to the school. I was surprised to find him in a wheelchair but didn’t comment on it. Why would I? Hank then showed me my new room and helped me with my suitcases. He then went on to describe my job, since I couldn’t be a teacher, I would be a staff member, kind of like a hall monitor in a way. 

Hey, I'm not complaining. I never really was good at talking to people. Hank left me alone as I started to unpack. The room was medium sized, so it wasn’t hard to find a spot for everything. I fell onto my new bed, deciding to rest my eyes after a long trip.

I didn’t see Peter for a long time after that. And our reunion was under unfortunate circumstances. One minute I’m scolding a kid for running down the hall and accidentally hurting another student, then I’m standing outside, Peter standing right next to me. 

“Wow,” He breathed out while putting his goggles on top of his head. 

“Where did you…” Hank stuttered, out of breath. 

“I was looking for the professor,” Peter explained. “I thought he lived here.” 

“They took him,” Hank said with wide eyes. I looked over at him with worry. 

First the school explodes and now Charles is gone? Taken apparently. And all of a sudden Peter freaking Maximoff is standing right next to me. It was a lot to take in. Our attention was brought to Raven, who was in her natural form. I didn’t know how to feel, on one hand I was happy that the kids could finally meet their role model, on the other, I knew how uncomfortable Raven must feel at the moment. If I could change the way I look in a moment's notice, I’d do it as well. 

“They look up to you,” Hank spoke up. “Right now, they need you.”

“That’s not what they need,” Raven replied, changing back into her go to human form. 

Suddenly one of Charles’ cars pulls up and a group of teens pile out. I recognized them to be Scott, Jean, Kurt, and Jubilee. 

“What happened?” Scott panicked. “Where’s Alex? Where’s my brother?”

“Pretty sure I got everybody,” Peter shrugged, looking around. 

“Alex was closest to the blast,” Hank spoke to Peter, and I could feel my heart sink. 

Scott booked it towards the rubble, Jean and Kurt not too far behind. I rubbed my arm awkwardly as Hank looked away. 

Peter turned towards me, “I…”

I walked over to Peter and pulled him into a giant hug, “It’s been so long!”

Peter hugged me back even tighter, “So, you didn’t forget little ol me?”

“How could I?” I asked, pulling back to reveal my teasing grin. “How could I forget the dumbest person I’ve ever known.”

“Ouch.”

Suddenly helicopters flew in, an announcement going off on repeat, “Please remain calm, medical assistance is on the way.”

My gut was telling me something was off about this. I mean cops never show up this quickly…

When the helicopter landed, army men filed out holding strange looking guns. 

“Hey!” Charles’ friend called out, waving her arm. “Moira McTaggert! CIA! Thank god you’re here.”

Peter, Hank, and I walked closer to the men. I couldn’t help the growing anxiety that filled me. If they were here to assist us medically…then why did they look ready to be violent?

“Wait!” Raven shouted from behind us and we turned around. And then everything went black. 

A scream startled me awake, and I bolted upright, looking around. I groggily watched as Peter scrambled backwards towards me, helping me up and holding me close to him. 

“What?” Raven asked.

“What’s wrong with you?” Peter asked, freaked out. “Is that going to happen to all of us?”

I swatted Peter’s arm with a light scowl on my face. I’ve only seen Hank in his beast form once before, and I could tell he was freaking out, so I just continued on like nothing happened. I could tell that he was insecure about his mutation, I mean, I am as well. So I understand the feeling.

“No I just,” Hank swatted his hand in the air. “Left my meds in the house.”

“What happened?” Moira asked. “Where are we?”

I also noticed that we were in a cell-like room with green lights surrounding us. The green lights would be cool if we weren’t here against our will. I finally noticed a window near the ceiling with a man, the same man from the helicopter watching us.

“Hey!” Raven shouted out, walking closer to the window.

“Hello, Mystique,” The man spoke. 

“Major Stryker,” Raven greeted.

“Colonel Stryker,” He corrected. “I wouldn’t get too close to the wall if I were you. It may create some discomfort.”

“I’m Moira Mctaggert,” Moira spoke, walking forward next to Raven. “I’m a senior officer at the CIA.”

“I know who you are, Agent Mctaggert,” Stryker said condescendingly. 

“You cannot keep me here, in this…” Moira trailed off. 

“Actually I can,” Stryker replied. “A psychic event just destroyed every nuke from here to Moscow. That event emanated from exactly where we found you. At the home of the world’s most powerful psychic. So you are going to tell me, where is Charles Xaviar?”

“It’s not him you should be worried about,” Moira said, and I looked over at her in concern. “There’s someone else. Someone more powerful.”

I’ve only heard the stories of Charles’ powers. He was humble about it, but when you work with kids, rumors spread. So hearing that someone could be more powerful than him was terrifying.

“If you let us out of here, we can help you,” Raven tried to bargain. 

“Do you really expect me to believe that?” Stryker asked. “You can put on any face you want, but I know who you are. What you are.” The man walked off after his rude little rant. 

I turned to look back at the others and Hank broke the silence, “Hey, Moira, um…what did you mean when you said someone more powerful than Charles?”

Moira looked off to the side and I noticed how Peter walked over to Raven. I joined him, not wanting to be on my own.

“You know him?” Peter asked her. “Magneto?”

“I used to,” Raven said. “Not so sure anymore.” 

“What was he like?” Peter continued. I shifted slightly, knowing that Erik was a sensitive topic with Charles and Hank. Knowing that Charles would mention Raven, I figured he may be a sensitive topic for her too. “Was he uh…like they say he was? Was he…the bad guy?”

“No,” Raven said without hesitation. “I mean, yeah. He was…”

“Why do you care so much?” She asked in a defensive tone. “You see his speech on t.v. or something?”

“Yeah, but, uh…” Peter trailed off, clearing his throat awkwardly. “He’s my father.”

“What?” Raven asked in great surprise. I looked at Peter in surprise as well. I know he tended to hide his feelings and thoughts when they ended up being meaningful, but I’m surprised that he kept something that big from me! Normally we tell each other everything over time.

“He and my mom,” Peter started, and I quickly grabbed his wrist when he lifted it, knowing what he was going to do. He glanced at me before finishing, “They did it.” 

“No, I know…” Raven sighed. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” He confirmed. “He left my mom before I was born. I met him 10 years back with (n/n), but we didn’t know it was him. By the time I figured it out, it was too late. Then, this week I saw him on T.V. again, and I came to that house, looking for him…but by the time I got there…late again. For a guy who moves as fast as me, I always seem to be too late.”

Peter said it like a joke, but I could hear the hurt in the bottom of his tone. I noticed that I was still holding onto his wrist, and deciding to ignore the flustering emotions I felt swoosh through me, I decided to try something I haven’t done before with really anyone. I lowered my hand and held onto his, squeezing it lightly, brushing my thumb over the back of his hand. 

“Let’s hope not this time,” Raven replied. 

Peter looked towards me for a few seconds, “Yeah.” 

Charles’ voice suddenly rang out into my head, “Hear me inhabitants of this world. This is a message. A message to every man, woman, and mutant in the world. You have lost your way. But I have returned. The day of reckoning is here. All your buildings…all of your towers and temples…will fall. And the dawn of the new age will rise, for there is nothing you can do…to stop what is coming. This message is for one reason alone. To tell the strongest among you…those with the greatest power…protect those without.”

“How was Charles doing that without Cerebro?” Hank asked, looking super confused.

“I know that voice,” Stryker suddenly spoke to us once more. “It’s Xaviar, isn’t it? What’s going on?”

“We don’t know!” Raven shouted in frustration.

“We don’t know bro!” Peter backed up. I simply shrugged my shoulders. Stryker walked away, clearly frustrated. 

Peter sighed and looked towards me. I could tell he was starting to get antsy just standing around. Especially when he started swinging our still intertwined hands. I raised an eyebrow at him and he just wiggled his eyebrows back. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the smile that found its way onto my face. It was quickly wiped off my face when alarms started blaring, startling me into covering my ears with my hands, Peter never letting go so it was kinda awkward. 

Peter let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around in me instead, which allowed me to cover my ears properly. We all stared up at the men scrambling around. 

“What are they doing?” Moira asked worriedly. 

“What’s going on?” Hank questioned. 

Our gazes turned even more concerned as the men started to back up with their arms in the air. The sound of gunshots rang even through the, what I’m assuming is soundproof, room. We all ran towards the wall that held the window so we would be hidden, Peter tugging me gently closer to him. On any other day that would cause my heart to beat faster, but my heart was beating faster for a whole different reason. 

Once everything went silent again, we backed up, trying to see as much as we could. Only to find Kurt running into view. He kept trying to speak to us, but we couldn’t hear him. I pointed at my ear and shook my head, trying to communicate that we couldn’t hear him. Kurt looked down and pressed something. 

“Stay away from the…” Kurt cut out. 

“What?” We asked. 

“The do-” Kurt cut out again. “Stay away from the…”

“Get away from the door!” She shouted as we all scrambled away. I tugged Peter harshly as I ran to the wall. 

“On three!” Kurt shouted. “One…two…”

The door exploded and Peter shielded my body, holding me close to his chest. I knew that once this was over, I’d look back on this moment, but I was currently too occupied to deal with any romantic feelings. Although I did enjoy the feeling of being close to him. We rushed to the door to see Jean and Scott.

Jean spoke quickly, “We know where the professor is.”

“I think we might have a way out of here,” Scott chipped in.

“Well you’ve been busy,” Raven commented.

“We had a little help,” Scott replied. “Let’s go!”

They started running and we followed. It was brought to my attention once again that Peter was still holding my hand due to how sweaty my hand felt. I felt embarrassed because I could feel myself sweat due to the running I was currently participating in. Kurt joined us, which scared Scott, but my train of thought was cut off shortly when we entered a hangar. It was filled with huge jets. Raven found flight suits and told us to put them on. Peter gave me a wink as he put his on and I just rolled my eyes. We all entered the jet and took our seats. It was quiet at first, the only sound was Peter chewing and popping his gum. I kept my gaze down at my lap as I thought about what we were heading into.

That was it, we had no idea. And who likes the unknown? No one, it’s something everyone fears whether they’ll admit it or not. I fidgeted with my hands, many scenarios running through my head. I didn’t know much of the situation, everything has been hitting me nonstop, giving me no time to think. Peter knew about just as much as me. I can guess what’s happening, but nothing is definite. Charles was taken, which is common knowledge. Now we’re heading to Cairo, Egypt. So I’m assuming that’s where he is. Everyone also seems prepared to fight, we’ll probably be attacking whoever took Charles. But who were they? What can they do? Will my powers even be useful? 

Not too long ago Charles, Hank and I found out I could do more than just summon and manipulate fire. I could also summon a beast. It seemed to be a hellhound. It was a bit bigger than a wolf, its fur as black as charcoal, its eyes a beady red. It huffed out fire when it snarled. And it was honestly the cutest goddamn thing in the world, to me at least. I named it Ammit, after the Egyptian God. Very fitting in this situation, I know. Although my powers furthered my image of a demon, I couldn’t help but embrace it. I mean Ammit was always so sweet to me, how could I say no to a companion?

“Were you scared?” Jean asked, looking towards Raven. “That day in D.C., were you scared?”

“No,” Raven spoke without hesitation once again. She then noticed how anxious we all looked and continued, “But I was scared on my first mission. I was on a plane like this with my friends. About your age.” 

She looked at us all before continuing, “We called ourselves the X-Men. Your brother was there. We used to call him Havok. He was a real handful…but when it came down to it, he was very brave.”

“What happened to the rest of the kids?” Kurt asked, and I had a feeling it wasn’t gonna be a happy ending. “Who went with you? The X-Men?”

“Hank and I are the only ones left,” Raven said solemnly. “I couldn’t save the rest of them. I told you, I’m not a hero.”

“Well, you’re a hero to us,” Jean said sternly. “Seeing you that day on t.v. changed my life.”

Kurt chimed in, “Mine too.”

“Mine too,” Peter joined. “I still live in my mom's basement but, you know…everything else is uh…oh it’s pretty much the same.” Peter chuckled, “I’m a total loser.” 

Everyone laughed with him, but I swatted his arm gently and gave him a glare while whispering, “What did I say about you making yourself the butt of the joke.”

He looked me in the eye and I noticed him clench his hands from the corner of my eye. I inched my hand closer to him, the nerves I had before suddenly vanishing. He seemed to notice the motion and shifted his fist closer to me. I sucked in a breath and put my hand over his fist, which made him relax. I couldn’t help but stare at how the red pigment of my skin clashed with his pale skin, but I think we fit perfectly together. But that may be my old crush on him coming back full force. 

“7th wonder, 12 o’clock,” Hank said, breaking the little world I was stuck in with Peter. 

Raven stood up and looked out the front windshield, and when I looked out there from my seat I felt my jaw drop. Metal was flying through the air and buildings were on fire and crumbling. In the middle was a giant pyramid, made out of newer looking materials. 

“He has the professor in the center of the pyramid,” Jean spoke, breathing heavily. “He’s going to transfer his consciousness into the professor. If he does that…he’ll have the power to control every mind in the world.” 

I felt my breath quicken at the sudden information. I looked around at everyone in slight panic, now being fully brought into the situation. I knew it was bad, but not the end of the world bad. Peter also seemed to be a bit panicked and held my hand fully, intertwining our fingers. 

“What the hell is that?” Moira asked as we passed by a giant sphere made of flowing scrap metal.

“It’s Erik,” Raven specified. Peter sped to stand behind Hank and I couldn’t help but let out a gasp as I felt him woosh past me. Raven looked at all of us before coming up with a plan, “You guys help Nightcrawler get into the pyramid. Get Charles. I’ll take care of Erik.”

“How are we gonna get through that?” Hank asked.

“I can get you in there,” Peter spoke up, looking towards Raven. “I came here for him. Let me help you.” 

Raven nodded before continuing, “The rest of you, get Charles on this plane and get him out of here.”

“We’re not leaving without you!” Kurt exclaimed. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll catch up,” Peter said, winking at me. I looked away, trying not to show him how his stupid joke amused me even in the slightest. 

“Hold on,” Hank said, landing the jet. Once he landed, we all exited.

“Hank, you go with the kids,” Raven ordered. “Moira will stay with the plane.”

“Wait,” Scott spoke up before I could say anything.

“What?” Raven asked.

“Not all of us can fully control our powers,” Scott pointed out.

“Then don’t,” She replied. “You need to embrace them, we all do.” With that said, she turned into her true form. 

Everyone smiled, but I looked to the side, wishing I didn’t have to ruin the moment, “Excuse me, but should someone stay behind with Moira? I mean…I don’t want to just sit on the side and do nothing, but when it comes to mutants she doesn’t really have a way to defend herself…”

Raven nodded in understanding, “Then you can stay behind with Moira and keep the plane safe.” 

I nodded and Peter took off with Raven, the others ran off not much later. I made my way back to the jet, but decided to stay outside. I had a better view around me. I kept a vigilant eye on the surroundings, pacing around the jet slowly. Though no one seemed to be targeting the jet, which I can understand. Their priority was to keep Charles in the pyramid. 

Though the more time passed, the more I fell into thought. My mind couldn’t help but wander, and of course it ended up with Peter and I’s relationship. It’s always been…unique, to say the least. 

It started off innocent enough. I was put as his tutor, my homeroom teacher really cared about Peter, and didn’t want to see him failing. I agreed reluctantly, for the sole reason of not wanting to disappoint the teacher. Which turned into a friendship full of teasing. It was fun, happy. Then it grew, and we opened up to each other more. Our trust in each other was stronger than anything you could even think of comparing. This led to romantic feelings growing in me. Mere attraction turned into something stronger. But then came the crash of the job opportunity that I didn’t hesitate taking. And everything we built seemed to fall apart, burning too fast to even count as unraveling. Now, everything we had seemed to slowly rebuild itself, better and brighter than before. Bolder. It made me nervous. But not exactly the bad kind. It made me hopeful for what we may have in the future. 

“(Y/n)!” I heard my name be called from inside the jet. I scrambled into the jet and jumped back as Kurt and Hank were sprawled across the floor in front of me due to Kurt’s teleportation. 

“Let’s go!” Hank exclaimed as the door behind me shut. Moira and Hank quickly work the jet off the ground. I noticed that Scott was already on the jet as was Jean and Charles. I took a seat, not wanting to get thrown around. Only hoping that Raven and Peter were going to be alright on their own. 

That worry was gone as soon as the sound of thuds on the top of the jet sounded. Then a purple laser sword (?) stuck through the top, cutting the top of the jet.

“Kurt,” Jean said. “Everyone, grab hold of Nightcrawler!”

“I’ve never done it with this many people,” Kurt said, expressing his worry. 

“Get us out of here,” Jean commanded. 

Everyone took a hold of him, and I reached for his shoulder, not wanting to get left behind. A guy with metal wings jumped into the jet and I felt myself slightly panic, but I knew better than to let that get to me. Jean made the jet fly straight down, giving Kurt more time. He struggled to teleport, but ended up doing it just in the nick of time. 

I grunted in pain as I rolled away from the group, breathing heavily. 

“Is he okay?” Scott asked as Kurt was passed out.

“It’s his energy,” Jean explained. “He’s drained.” 

“Get out,” Charles spoke out. 

Jean was at his side in a moment's notice, “Professor it’s okay. You’re with us.” Opening his eyes, he looked around. Jean helped him lean against a wall as Hank tended to Kurt. I made my way to a window, peeking over the edge to keep a lookout.

“Show yourself!” A creepy voice shouted out. “Charles! Show yourself!” 

Then I saw a man with bluish gray skin that donned armor. So that must be the man causing all this chaos. It was almost like I could feel his power radiate off him. But my attention was quickly grabbed as I saw a silver blur move back and forth, the armored man flying through the air like a ragdoll. I felt a mix of proudness and fear flow through me, the thought of Peter getting hurt flashing through my mind.

This fear seemed to come to fruition as our enemy used the dirt to hold Peter in place, speaking in a condescending tone, “Foolish child.” 

Then he grabbed Peter’s arm, twisting it, only to break his free leg. I let out a choked gasp, tears quickly springing to my eyes as Peter let out the most guttural scream I’ve ever heard. It was like that hurt went straight through my heart. He kept crying out in pain and I was about to run out at that very moment. But one of the guys’ teammates came out, and I knew better than to run out and kill us both. I’ll wait for my moment to get that fucker.

He grabbed Peter by his hair and lifted his head up, making me clench my fists in anger. I would’ve pierced my skin with my sharp nails had it not been for my thicker skin. Though I failed to notice the flames that started to engulf them. 

“End him,” The bastard said. 

The woman flipped her sword and I closed my eyes, not being able to watch a person I love die in such a dastardly way. Suddenly, I heard the woman gasping and I opened an eye, expecting the worst, only to see the armored guy's neck cut, and the woman being choked by him. His wound quickly healed, and the woman revealed to be Raven as he lifted her up. 

“The great hero,” The bastard spoke, like he had any right. He dropped Raven as she passed out.

That was it, I ran outside without a second thought, hiding behind some rubble. I drew a symbol in the sand, pricking a finger with my nail and watching as the sigil lit up, and Ammit rose from fire. He was an immortal beast straight from hell, so I didn’t hesitate to send him out to battle. I knew Ammit had my back, so I ran out to Peter, trying to find a way to get him out and to safety. 

The fear in Peter’s eyes hurt, “What are you doing here? Get out while you can!”

“And leave you behind?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Now why in the hell would I do that?”

The look in Peter’s eyes was something I’ve never witnessed before, an emotion I couldn’t put my finger on, but I was distracted when I heard a whimper from behind me. Turning around, I used my body as a barrier as I stared at the damage this monster did to my babies. First Peter, and now Ammit? I snarled, bearing my fangs as I saw Ammit a bloody mess, disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. I threw my hands up, fire bursting out, trying to keep him away from Peter at the very least. He just stood in it, not hurting him a bit. He walked towards me, and I tried to throw a flaming punch, but he caught my fist. 

I’ve never felt as feeble as I did at that moment. Not even when my mutation showed. He stared me in the eyes and snarled, punching me so hard I thought I astral projected. I was knocked to the ground and the Earth enclosed me. 

“(Y/n)!” Peter shouted in desperation. I felt my breath quicken, panicking since I couldn’t move my arms, or head even. All I could see was the sky, as my face was the only thing not encased. Tears quickly sprung from my eyes as I tried to move, wiggle, just get some movement in.

“You are feeble,” The monster spat. “Just like the others. Charles! Come! Rescue your weaklings! Give your life for theirs!”

I was trying to pay attention, but my claustrophobia was getting the better of me, so I just tried to focus on my breathing. Something, anything to take my mind away from the current situation. Especially since it wasn’t looking so good. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine I was somewhere, anywhere but here. 

The feeling of Earth crumbling around me made me open my eyes only to come eye to eye with Hank carrying Raven on his back and Peter on his side. He pulled me out of my mini grave and I took Peter from him so he didn’t have as much weight to carry. Hank and I rested them on some rubble, making sure they were safe, before we both nodded at each other and ran back to battle. 

I watched in awe as Erik kept pushing metal into the monster's force field. Scott shoots his beams at him as well. Hank tried to jump at him, but was tossed aside. I focused on all my anger, hatred, and any other negative emotion that was eating at me, and shot out flames, the most powerful I have ever created. I snarled as he threw Scott back in his moment of weakness. Next he went after Erik, but Jean came out of nowhere, walking on air. Suddenly a burst of flames burst out behind her, resembling wings. The monster was quickly brought out of his forcefield and seemed to be falling apart. Hope began to fill me, and I pushed harder, trying to make my flames even hotter. Erik pinned him down with metal, allowing me to get closer. Scott was back in the scene, providing even more support. 

His forcefield appeared once more, and I heard Hank mutter something about getting away. Suddenly a woman came in, helping us out by shooting lightning down and ridding him of his forcefield once more. Suddenly he started to disintegrate, mumbling some mumbo jumbo, but I didn’t care. Too focused on keeping my attack going, as I could feel myself get dizzy from how long I was doing my attack. And just like that, it was like he didn’t even exist.

I felt close to collapsing, but I wouldn’t let myself, not until I checked up on Peter. I stumbled back to him, finally falling once he was in front of me. I let out a huff, putting a hand on my head, closing my eyes to try and make the world stop spinning. 

“I always said you were hot,” Peter’s voice pierced the air. “But you still manage to blow me away.”

I let out a dry laugh, “I can’t tell if you’re hitting on me, or making an observation of my powers.”

“Kinda the point,” Peter chuckled out breathily. “Maybe it’s a mix of both.”

I felt my heart flutter and I opened my eyes to look at him, his gaze once again filled with an emotion I couldn’t seem to figure out. 

“You’re hurt,” I muttered, not being able to actually look at his injury. 

“So are you.”

“Not like you are.”

On the way to the wreckage of the mansion, Peter got a cast put on at a hospital, then let us leave as long as we promised to come in for check ups. Then when we got back, Erik and Jean put the mansion back together. Everyone stood around amazed at the power they held. I stood next to Peter. Ororo, as I learned, stood on his other side.

“Mystique told me he is your father,” She said. “Are you going to tell him?”

“I might…” Peter trailed off. “One day. I think for now, I’m just gonna stick around here for a while.” Peter put on his dorky sunglasses and turned to look at me with a giant smile. I smiled back at him, happy that our duo was back together. 

“Me too,” Ororo agreed, and I couldn’t be more happy to make a new friend.

That was the start of the X-Men once more. 

“Forget everything you think you know,” Raven said sternly. “Whatever lessons you learned in school…whatever lessons your parents taught you. None of that matters! You’re not kids anymore. You’re not students. You’re X-Men.” 

With that, our training started. But not everything was business. 

“What’s with the sweater?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow while eating a twinkie. Some things never change. 

“What’s with the silver…everything?” I retorted. “Are you jealous of how good my fashion is?”

“No,” He said, glancing down once more at my oversized knit green sweater. Suddenly a glorious idea popped into my head.

I took off the sweater, revealing the white button up I was wearing under it. I tossed it to Peter, getting up and finding the green cardigan I owned that matched the sweater.

“Go change,” I ordered Peter. “I’d offer you the button up but I don’t think it’d fit you.”

“Wha-” Peter mumbled, clearly surprised. 

“Go on, I need to change too,” I said, shooing him out of my room. 

“Okay, okay,” Peter surrendered, putting his hands up and walking out of my room backwards. 

I put on a beige shirt and threw the cardigan over it. I looked in the mirror and messed with my hair a bit before nodding in satisfaction. Opening my room door, Peter was already changed into the sweater and even changed his pants so it would match the look. I smiled proudly, putting my hands on my hips. 

“Now we match,” I grinned brightly. 

Who knew that the great, flirty Peter Maximoff could be made speechless. It seems that I’ve done the impossible as his face turned a dark red. I couldn’t help but admire the tint that found its way onto him, but hid my admiration when Peter flipped his hair back.

“O-of course you’d want to show me off to everyone,” Peter stumbled over his words slightly. “But why don’t you take me out to dinner first?”

For some reason, seeing Peter in my clothes made me feel more confident, “Okay, 7pm tomorrow night?” I gave him a wink, probably looked really forced but I’ll just have to work on it. This seemed to have made him even more flustered and I patted myself on the back for a job well done. 

“Seriously?” He whispered out. And suddenly, my confidence left me. I felt myself fluster at the situation I got me in, but I nodded my head in agreement.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “If you’re serious, that is.”

Suddenly I was pulled into a hug. A smile tugged at my lips as I hugged him back. I felt him set a kiss to the top of my head before pulling away. He kept an arm around my shoulders and walked the two of us out into one of the living areas. Which so happened to have Jean, Scott, Kurt, and Jubilee. 

Jean and Jubilee looked at each other with knowing glances while Scott just raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

“What’s going on here?” Scott asked cheekily.

“Someone’s got himself a date,” Peter replied smugly. 

“Matching outfits already?” Jean spoke up. “And I thought Scott and I were bad.”

“Hey!”

“I-” I stumbled. “Those two things weren’t planned.” 

“Not what she meant,” Jubilee murmured, and I shrunk into Peter’s side. 

“I’m so happy for you!” Kurt exclaimed happily. 

I may look different. I may have the powers of a demon. People may fear me. But that’s not what matters. I have people who care for me. I have people who will take care of me. And most importantly, I have Peter, the love of  my life. Who could ask for anything more?

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[lioni23]

This looks so passionate. Her hand is on his chest!!!

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[thetriinity]

peter maximoff: i'm a total loser.

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