#i wonder if she knows she does this in her own life and as wanda sldkfjsdk

[mochie85]

I'll Follow You

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Summary: You came back to the compound, a year later after you left to make your own career, and you are worried about meeting Loki with how things ended when you left. Pairing: Romantic!Loki x OC Female Reader (Foxglove is her Superhero alias.) Word Count: Over 5.3k Warnings: Explicit. Fluff. Angst. Smut. Oral (female receiving). Shadowplay. Hallucinations.

Loki flipped through the magazine at a hurried pace, not looking at the photos or any of the articles. His hands needed something tactile to do. Or else, he feared, he might choke someone with them.

He paused when he saw an advertisement for a watch you were modeling for. There you were—a close-up of your beautiful face. Your eyes were bright and round. Your lips were dewy and sensual. Norns, he missed those lips. Especially when they were wrapped around his…

Ugh. Why can’t I stop thinking of her?! Loki snarled under his breath as he threw the magazine halfway across the room. It landed on the floor right by Sam’s feet. “You dropped this!” Sam said picking it up from the floor. He held it up in the air, not even looking, his attention fully absorbed on the TV screen.

Everyone had gathered to watch the talk show you were appearing on tonight. They couldn’t wait to see you come out and gossip about your life or inconsequential things. The entire team supported you in your decision to leave and start your acting career—everyone, except him.

Loki wanted to leave the room. He should’ve left and not agreed to come and watch the show with the others. He was about to stand up when-

“Shh. Shh. Guys quiet down. Here she is!” Wanda said shushing the entire room.  Loki watched the enormous television, enraptured. The camera panned over to the audience, their loud applause and cheers were deafening. Signs and pictures were held up from a time when you were an Avenger. He couldn’t help but sink further into his chair and get caught up with your grace once again.

“So, Foxglove- can I still call you Foxglove?” The host asked as you sat down.

“Of course, you can,” you beamed at the man behind the desk.

“I- I don’t know the protocol for these things. Do you get to keep the name even though you’re not an Avenger anymore?”

Your practiced laugh showed through your gritted teeth. “It doesn’t work exactly like that. Foxglove is the name I gave myself. I had it with me when I started with the Avengers and took it with me when I left. It wasn’t a title or anything.”

“And did they just let you leave? I would think it was like being in the mafia. ‘You know too many of our secrets. We can’t let you out alive!’ sorta thing,” the host said, thinking he was being clever.

“My friends and colleagues have all been supportive. And I remain in close contact with most of them.”

‘Most of them.’ That statement swirled the emotions Loki was feeling inside. He was not one of those who supported you and was very vocal about it. The fact that you still keep in contact with almost everyone here left him envious.

“And that’s actually part of the reason why I’m here tonight,” you continued. “My dear friend Tony, whom many of you know as Ironman- again, not a title…” you chuckled. “…Is throwing his annual charity gala this spring. This year he decided to make it a month-long occasion with different charities and events happening once a week culminating in the yearly gala at the end of the month.”

“That’s wonderful! That’s all he does when he’s not out saving the world, is party, huh?” the host said looking straight into the camera.

“Asshole!” Tony sassed under his breath, earning a few chuckles from the team.

“And what exactly is your part in this month-long event?” The host asked you.

“Well, I plan to raise money for The Nature Conservancy here in New York. I ask everyone to come and help us plant new trees or donate. Every dollar will be matched, and we can help restore some of the forests, in other parts of the country.”

“The Nature Conservancy is a special organization for you, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s where I first worked. It’s where I first started noticing my powers.”

“Your powers are amazing! You can talk to plants!”

“Well, it’s a lot more complicated than that,” you said with restraint. “Chlorokinesis allows me to excel a plant’s growth to a thousand times what they normally can. I can also enhance their natural defenses and abilities. And like my namesake, Foxglove, I can give you hallucinations when touched.”

“Can we get a demonstration?” the host asked to the cheers of his audience. You reached out to touch him “No, no, no!” he said nervously. “I don’t need any more hallucinations right now!” you both chuckled. “Thank you. But maybe you can make a flower grow?” he suggested, and the audience cheered you on.

“Sure, of course,” you smiled, happily. You rotated your wrists and flicked them around, gesturing for a plant to grow from the host’s wooden desk. The branches wrapped around itself forming a steady trunk. Soon the branches grew out further and further. Blooming wisterias in varying colors began to sprout, amazing the audience.

You used to be unstoppable. You used to tear down enemies left and right, numbing them with your visions before you cut them down and made them regret opposing you. Now you do party tricks for the camera so you can get a laugh from people who don’t care about you. Who didn’t even love you! Loki was furious.

Once again, Loki made to get up. He was almost through the exit of the room when he heard the next question that made him stop.

“So, Foxglove, will you be attending these events alone?” The audience ‘ooh’d’ at the question when the host decided to get a little more personal. “I heard you were cozying up to a certain superhero. Do you like those types? Do you have a type? What does Foxglove look for in a partner?”

You laughed embarrassedly. “These rumors! I swear they pair me up with someone new each week.”

“Oh, but you were seen leaving a nightclub with your costar, Superman himself, Henry Cavil.” The photo was put up on the screen. A picture of the two of you laughing in front of a busy club as Henry gingerly put his arm around your shoulders. The entire room of Avengers whooped and hollered cheering you on.

“We were celebrating. We had just wrapped our movie and it was my first time in London. So, Henry just wanted to show me around. Very friendly. All platonic.” You smiled, blushing. Loki noted that blush. I’ll break him like a twig!

“Ok. Ok. What about your former colleague, Loki of Asgard?” The host asked as a picture of the two of you replaced the one on the screen.

It was a photo taken when the two of you had gotten back from a mission. You had failed and cried about it on the flight back. Loki was wiping the tears from your face, trying to cheer you up. You didn’t know the PR department was there taking shots as all of you disembarked off the jet.

The camera cut back to you and you blushed harder. Once again, Loki noted that blush. He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding and swallowed. Does she miss me too?

“Loki and I have remained good friends. I look forward to seeing him again,” you told the host.

Lies. Not a single word was exchanged between the two of you since you left. The last words you said to him were “I hate you! I never want to see you again!” Loki couldn’t detect any falsehood when you screamed those words at him. That hurt the most.

Everyone turned to where Loki was standing. Some, like Thor, were smiling. Mostly everyone else was shocked.

“What?!” Loki snapped back at them, making everyone turn back to the television.

“Oh! Did you hear that? She wants to see him again.” The host embarrassed you. Your powers grew erratic as a new sprout of branches grew from the tree.

The whole audience was eating it up, clapping. You tried to hide behind your hand, but the different cameras provided different angles of your mortification.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Foxglove, everybody!” The host said pointing towards you clapping. You laughed and waved at the audience as Wisteria petals fell from the ceiling.

Weeks later, you sat in the back of a Maybach that Tony hired to chauffer you to the gala. This year it would be held at the compound which garnered more donations because everyone wanted to see inside the heavily guarded facility. Your intricate beaded dress fit you snuggly and covered you from shoulders to toe. It ensured that no one would accidentally come in contact with your skin. Especially with how crowded Tony’s parties got. The only wrinkle was from all the times you’ve grabbed it in anxiousness and wrung the fabric.

Why did I let Tony talk me into this?! I should’ve faked sick or something! What if Loki’s there? Of course, he’s there. Where else would he be? What if he doesn’t want to see me again? What if he has a date?! Maybe I should’ve invited Henry? No, no. He’d get the wrong idea. Just drop in, say your hellos, then leave. I don’t have to stay. I’m a grown adult. I can do what I want! FUCK! What if Loki comes and talks to me?

Once past the gates, the car crawled through a winding road with lanterns adorning the pathway. The car stopped at the front steps of the Avenger’s compound and you could hear the heavy bass of the music pounding through the car windows as bright lights and lasers littered the night sky.

You made your way through security to the massive, yet highly decorated, quinjet hangar and a sweeping staircase that descended to an impressive room below. You smiled, reminiscing about all the parties and events you attended as an Avenger- sweet memories that erased the worry you had when you were in the car. Picking up your gown, you gracefully descended the staircase. Keeping your eyes trained on the steps below, you tried not to look around, to look for him.

“Fox! I can’t believe you’re here!” Wanda shrieked as she ran up to you. She squeezed your sleeved arm and pressed her cheek on your shoulder.

“I’ve missed you, Wanda!” you said kissing the top of her hair.

“Come on. Everyone’s here- well, almost everyone,” she corrected herself. “We haven’t seen you in so long. Everyone wants to catch up.” She led you along to the bar where you were greeted by your former teammates. You were grateful that Loki wasn’t among them. He always loved these parties. You actively refused invites the past year just to avoid him. Awkward hugs and pleasantries were shared. Drinks were offered along with your first few dances promised to Sam and Wanda.

After hours of conversations with the team, and some drinks with Tony, you fell back into a sense of belonging and family. You didn’t realize how much you missed your friends here. How much you missed being an Avenger. It got so lonely most nights not having anyone to talk to. At least here, you would have had Nat or Bucky to train with in the middle of the night.

Or Loki to keep you company.

You groaned internally. You couldn’t help but be on edge all night, thinking about him and wondering if Loki was ever going to show up.

Before leaving for the night, you excused yourself to get some fresh air. There was a greenhouse in the back glades of the compound that you frequented most nights just to be alone. You used to make the hedges grow all around, giving you a private garden away from the rest of the world.

Inside, it was as if you had never left. The plants stood tall as if to greet you. Bright flowers bloomed in different colors as if in competition to win your adoration. And in the back corner, hidden behind large monstera plants, was a cove of plush blankets and chairs that you hid from anyone ever finding. Everyone except, “Loki?”

Loki sat in the rattan chair; his legs crossed reading a magazine with your picture on the cover. He looked as breathtaking as the first time you saw him, like trouble and a promise all wrapped up in his pressed monochromatic black suit. His mischievous smile appeared, tempting you closer.

“Hello, Foxglove,” he greeted you. His voice sending shivers down your spine. Fight or flight? Fight or flight? You kept repeating in your head.

“I…didn’t know this spot was taken. I won’t bother you. Goodnight,” you hastily said as you turned to leave.

“Wait!” he cried standing up. You could feel him grab hold of your wrist. You looked down to see his shadow holding on to you like a dear friend, shadow to skin. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched. It’s been so hard to be intimate with anyone because of your body’s defense mechanism. And here was Loki, the only man who figured out a loophole to your little enigma.

“I just wanted to say…” Loki paused, staring only into your eyes. “Y-you look beautiful tonight.” You pulled your hand away from his shadow and stayed quiet. “I saw you. We… the team… saw you on the talk show. You’ve done amazing things this past year. One movie, a television show, countless endorsements.”

“Still don’t think I can make it?” you challenged.

“Fox, it was never about that!” he argued. His sudden outburst propelled him like a predator. He stalked his way closer to you, making you back into the glass wall of the greenhouse. You caught whiffs of his cologne mixed with the tropical scent of the flowers all around you. He stopped when he realized he had alarmed you. “I should not have advanced on you so quickly. I apologize.”

“It’s all right. Just habit, I guess.” You were always conscious of people touching you and getting too close. You never wanted to be the cause of their hallucinations. Loki felt relieved that he hadn’t scared you off. His shadow stood ahead of him, rubbing your arm with the back of his fingertips, trying to mollify your anxiousness.

Loki watched and waited as you settled. Jealousy festered in his body at the sight of his shadow being able to comfort you and he couldn’t. “You look… breathtaking, by the way.” He tried to soothe.

“You already said that,” you said curtly, blushing. Loki loved your blush. He loved getting under your skin and teasing you.

“Is your new lover here with you tonight? Got sick of the real superheroes, had to get yourself a pretend one?” he tried deflecting. Loki smirked looking through the glass and out to the party to see if he could spot Cavill.

“As I recall, you wanted nothing to do with me once I stepped foot out of your room,” you said quoting him from the last time you spoke. “So, it’s none of your business whether or not Henry and I are together.”

“But you are…together?” he asked. His stare was unwavering, demanding an answer to his desperate question.

“I don’t need this right now!” You were angry and speechless. He doesn’t have the right to question your life’s choices especially when he wanted no part of them in the first place.

You moved to get away from his shadow’s hold and out of the greenhouse. Loki followed you close. “Fox, please. Stop.”

“Why are you even here, Loki?” you called back, briskly walking towards the exit. “You knew this was- This was my spot. MY SPOT!” you yelled, turning abruptly towards him.

“Because I wanted a chance to talk to you in private! Without the cameras or the paparazzi. Without some life-or-death mission hanging over our heads. I needed to see your face again, without all these people trying to steal your attention away from me.” He stopped and watched you reach for the door to go outside. “I’m sorry, Vixen.”

Vixen.

Feelings you thought you had buried deep down inside of you started to resurface. All because of that name he used. The one he would whisper as he called for you in his arms late at night. The name he used when he made you laugh so hard the only way to stop you was to kiss you.

The one name he knew would stop you in your tracks… because it was the one name he used when he was about to touch you himself.

“I am sorry if I ever made you feel…”

“Unworthy? Incapable? Useless?!” you turned as you accused him.

“Unwanted,” he finished.

Real tears fell down your face now. Loki cupped your cheek and wiped it away with his thumb. You could feel the heat in his touch. The energy. You’ve felt it with his shadow, but there was always something electrifying and passionate when Loki touched you himself.

It was a luxury to feel this connection with someone. To feel the warmth from his fingers. The callouses in his palms. You imagined feeling his soft lips on you once again until you stopped yourself. It was a dangerous path to have such expectations right now. You opened your teary eyes to find Loki watching you.

His eyes darted around to your surroundings before he closed them and tried to focus back on you. “You are very much wanted, Vixen. I just couldn’t admit to myself how much I wanted you back then.”

He opened his eyes to yours. The swirl of emotion in them was breathtaking. It was then that you saw his true face for the first time. His emotions. His thoughts. He was stripped of his armor and his pretenses. You felt as if you two were the only thing that existed in that time and space. As if he were holding his life, right there cupped in between his hands.

Your heart pounded in your ears as he continued his confession. “I am a jealous god. You know this. I didn’t want to share you with anybody. I wanted to keep you to myself. To keep you from the world. I was afraid that you would tire of me like you did with being an Avenger. Cast me out after seeing what the world out there could offer you.”

Loki placed his forehead to yours, feeling your breath on his lips. He bared it all for you tonight. He admitted something you knew was difficult for him to confess.

But could it erase what he made you feel for wanting to follow your dreams? Horrible and selfish. Untalented. Unwanted.

“I love you.” Your eyes grew wide at his expression. “I loved you then. I’ve loved you since. I am still deeply in love with you. Even now, when you’re about to run away from me, my heart won’t let me forget you. I was afraid that I would have no place in the world that you were creating for yourself. So, for that, I am sorry.” You closed your eyes and lingered in his touch a while longer.

“I wanted to apologize. I never got a chance to see you again after our fight, and I regret that I never made amends to you. You had every right to follow your path. I shouldn’t have stopped you. I should’ve supported you.” His thumb caressed your cheeks back and forth. You always did have the softest skin, unblemished by anyone else’s touch, he thought.  “You don’t have to say it back. You don’t have to say anything at all. And if you want to leave now, I won’t stop you. Never again. But I just needed you to know how I felt.”

Do you love him? You asked yourself as you looked into his variegated eyes. Did you spend every night thinking about him? Did you ignore the compound, and your friends, this past year just to avoid seeing him again? Afraid that he would have someone new in his life? Did you miss his voice when he says your name? His kisses? His touch?

“Yes,” you answered yourself. Loki’s brows knitted in confusion. “Loki, I understand now. Thank you… what I said to you back then, I was angry, but...” you tried to start.

Loki smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead. “We were both angry and said things we didn’t mean. Me more than you. Please don’t apologize. Least of all to me.” He exhaled as his eyes darted around again. You nodded your head, accepting his grace- forgiving you without having to apologize.

You looked up at his eyes, filled with wonder, “What do you see? When you touch me?” you asked gently. All this time you never thought to ask him.

“I see what I always see. Since the very first time I touched you. Do you remember?” You shook your head no. “They showed a picture of it on the talk show.” Realization sunk in. “I was wiping your tears just like now.”

Loki looked around again and smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. “I see home. I see the woods that used to grow behind the castle walls. Thor and I used to sneak out when we were children and climb the trees. The same woods we used as hunting grounds when we got older. Would you like to see it?”

No one had ever asked you that before.  No one had ever had the power to do that before! You nodded and faint green smoke rose from his fingers. Your vision got blurry as the greenhouse was replaced by a dense forest. The trees were tall and luscious. Strands of warm light filtered through the canopy above shining down on the emerald grass below.

“Come with me.” Loki held your hand as he walked further into the woods. Dead leaves and twigs crunched at your feet as a soft breeze blew through the lace of your dress giving you goosebumps. “There’s a glade up ahead where we can just lay on the grass. I used to spend my free time there, letting the hours idle away.” The thought made you smile.

Sure enough, a clearing began to form up ahead. Long, soft grass weaved itself as it grew amongst large wildflowers. The filtered light from the canopy above made the blooms shine like jewels on a bed of velvet.

“I have yet to see anywhere comparable to this place on Midgard,” Loki said circling the glade, a look of homesickness in his eyes. “That metropolis has nothing compared to the splendor of these woods.”

“It’s beautiful.” You said walking towards him. A path of small wildflowers blooming with every step you made.

“Thank you. It is beautiful. But still an illusion. We are still very much in the greenhouse by the compound. You’re just seeing what I’m seeing at the moment.” You reached out towards a tree and felt cold glass instead of bark.

“You see this every time you’ve touched me? Every time we’ve…”

“Hmm,” Loki nodded solemnly. “Sometimes it's these woods. Other times it's my bedchambers in the palace. Yet, every time I’m with you, I see this- my childhood home. I haven’t been back since you left.” Loki bent down and picked up a wildflower that had grown in your stride. “I try to conjure it myself, but it never feels the same. The colors aren’t as vibrant. Not as much warmth.” He placed the flower on your ear, pushing your stray hair back. His hands ventured further down, tracing the beads of your sleeves.

“I’ve missed you,” he admitted.

“You’ve missed me? Or you’ve missed my powers and that they can bring you home?” you asked slightly jilted.

Loki looked deeply into your eyes as he turned you into his embrace. Your hands fell onto his arms and the look he gave you stole your breath away. “You are my home,” he confessed with a passion and honesty you’ve never heard from him before.  

He wasted no time. He gave you no warning as he conceded to his urges and kissed you fervidly. The soft lips you were fantasizing about earlier painted a poor picture of his actual kiss. Soft yet demanding. Giving, yet always ravenous. It was as if no time had passed between you two. You were back in his arms kissing him and it felt like he described it. Home.

“All I ever wanted was to have you here in my arms,” he breathed in between kisses. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him back to you for another kiss. His arms wrapped selfishly around you, holding you tighter to him.

The heat was too much. It’s been so long since you’ve been held so intimately. But with Loki’s lips devoted to your neck, you would burn gladly. You would die happily on this pyre- as the last thing you would hear would be Loki moaning in your ears.

You were lost in his haze, caught up in the moment with the feel of his body against yours. He pushed you against the tree and you felt the cold glass of the greenhouse against your back.

Loki towered over you, “Tell me you want this,” he whispered onto your noxious skin. “Tell me you’ve missed this and want this with me.” He looked into your eyes, imploring something deep and vulnerable inside you.

“I do, Loki. I want this with you” You moaned holding tight against his grip. You felt his hands gather your dress skirt. Slowly his hands wandered, savoring the feel of your soft skin. His hallucinations were getting more and more vivid. Believable. Or perhaps it was just his kiss, sending you into slight delirium yourself.

Loki hurriedly took off his suit jacket and flung it across the room. He knelt in front of you, in between your parted legs as he raised your left knee above his shoulders- kissing his way up to your inner thighs. “Loki is this real?” you asked looking around you.

“Gods, I hope so,” he prayed, leaving a mark on your thigh. He kissed his way up to your core and licked you through the fabric of your panties. You heard the sheer cotton tear as his fingers brushed up against your eager clit.

Your fingers ran through his hair, pulling when he licked a wide stripe in between your folds. Your knees buckled at the sensation and soon you were reaching around yourself for something to hold. Something to keep you up as Loki lost himself in your wet arousal.

The cold glass of the greenhouse was replaced by the feeling of something warm and sturdy behind you. You looked up to see that Loki’s shadow had positioned himself to where his chest was flushed against your back- his dark hands roaming your body. His arms reached forward to hold your dress up above your waist, aiding Loki in his endeavors.

You felt a kiss on your neck, a quick peck as if he was asking for permission or giving you a warning. You yelped as his shadow quickly lifted you by your hips and Loki pushed both your knees up for his shadow to hold.

“Loki!”

“Yes, my love?” he asked as he continued to latch his mouth and draw on your aching cunt. Loki’s shadow spread your legs. You were splayed open and exposed. Leaving Loki to devote his tongue to you. You reached up and ran your hands through his shadow's hair, pulling as he sweetly kissed your neck.  

You couldn’t help the moans and loud whimpers escaping your lips. You bucked your hips onto Loki’s face as your head reared back onto his shadow’s shoulders.

“Come for me, Fox. Let me hear you,” he commanded as he continued his consumption of you. “Let me taste you again. Give me what I’ve been missing. What I’ve been craving.” He said the last words to your tormented clit. You shuddered violently as moans and whimpers of his name fell from your lips. “That’s it. There you go, Vixen,” he cooed as he drank your arousal and lapped around your thighs.

His shadow laid you down gently and you felt the plush pillows and cold blankets from the greenhouse corner underneath you. A warring sensation against the heat of Loki’s body pressed on top of you. A bit of reality mixed in with the illusion Loki was scarcely hanging on to.

His hands fondled your every curve and every soft line. You cupped his face and led him to your kiss. His soft lips quivered when you reached in between your bodies and stroked his clothed erection. So hard and so tight. He breathed a sigh of relief when you unzipped his pants and stroked him.

“Fuck,” he moaned. Your name followed next as he bucked his hips into your hand. “Vixen…tell me you’re mine,” he panted. He kissed you hard, not letting you reply, afraid of your answer. You lined him up next to your expecting cunt and pulled him inside you.

You bit your lip and moaned as the look of pure pleasure radiated through your face. “Tell me…” he tried again as he pushed his hips into you repeatedly.

“I love you, Loki,” you moaned. His eyebrows slanted skeptically, stilling his movements and letting your words sink into his thoughts. “I’ve always been yours.” You admitted.

His kiss was magic. It was passion and life. Remorse and reconciliation all at once. He began his movements again at a steady pace, savoring your tight walls around him. You could feel the ridges on his shaft with every euphoric pull and thrust. His head bowed at the sheer power of your declaration. “Say it again…” he whispered.

“I’m yours,” you moaned.

“…say it…” he bit his lips. “…ag-again…please…” His eyes were closed as he focused on the agonizingly drawn-out movements of his hips to yours.

“I love you, Loki,” you cried as he slammed against you. You squeezed around him finally pushing him off that edge. Loosening the tight hold he had on his pleasure and pouring it all into you. The wave of bliss hit you hard and you came onto his throbbing cock at the same time.  

Spent and panting next to you, Loki held you close. His kisses were endless. Your cheeks and jaw would be bruised tomorrow from the affection he was showering you with. His hands were always touching you. Your neck, your face. Your thigh that was wrapped around his legs. You lost all track of time being with the god of mischief and soon the bright sunlight that trickled down to the forest floor was replaced by the harsh glare of the greenhouse overhead lamp.

Loki had little strength left to keep the illusion up any longer. He seemed weary but content. You kissed him fleetingly as you sat up back to reality. “Stay,” he said softly. “The one thing I didn’t say last time…I’m saying it now. Don’t go. Stay.” His hands held yours tightly.

So many feelings were attached to that one word. The weight of it crushing your heart. “I’m not asking you to give up your life. I’m not asking you to stay just for the night either. I’m asking for you to just be,” he smiled at you. “Be who you want to be and I will support you like I should have.”

You crawled back to him, settling your head on your propped-up elbows, while your other hands played with the buttons on his shirt. “And if I decide to go?”

“Then I’ll do the one thing I should’ve done last time but didn’t.” he smiled as you looked at him expectantly. “I’ll follow you.”

A/N: This was a request sent in and I'm sorry to say it took this long for me to finish it. I hope you like it my lovely @gruftiela. I tried to stick to the vibe of the song. But I also added lyrics from one of my other favorite Depeche Mode songs. See if you can spot it 😝.

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[angelkhi]

love me, hate me - s.r

summary: steve rogers pisses you off, and you piss him off. but is it really ever that simple?

warnings: SMUT 18+ (MINORS DNI), p in v, switch steve & reader, face sitting, unprotected sex, talks of bodily fluids, enemies to lovers a little bit, slight hate fucking but also not?? feelings at the end sort of.

word count: 2.8.k

a little note: Happy New Year to you all! finished this at 4 am so not beta’d any mistakes are my own (seriously i just spelled mistakes as ‘mestayks’ so like sorry lol) half based on this request but also something i already had in the works that seemed to mesh xx

"Let's not forget who's doing who a favour." You chide, already irritated by presence.

"Please sweetheart, I'm doing you more of a favour than you realise."

"And how's that Mr Rogers?" You fix his crooked tie. Always picking up after him.

"You walk in there with me? There's no way you're going home alone tonight." He smooths out the collar on his shirt, checking himself over in the mirror. "Your little problem gets solved."

"My little problem?"

"Don't get me wrong, Yels, it's great doing it yourself but it would be nice for someone give me an orgasm every now and then."

"You fuckin pig! You were listening to my conversation?" You're embarrassed. Beyond embarrassed. If there's one person that doesn't need to know about your dwindling sex life it's Steve Rogers.

"It's kinda hard not to overhear yours and Yelena's screeching on girls night." Once again those fingers fly up into quotation marks and you have to blink yourself free from the daze you're slipping into.

Maybe Steve does have a point, you're significantly louder after a bottle or two of rose, but it doesn't give him the right to use your own words against you.

"You're a dick, Rogers. It's none of your fucking business how many orgasms I have." He's smirking down at you now, something in his eyes you've never seen before. "Let's just get this over with. I don't want to have to see your face any longer than necessary."

The two of you enter the ballroom together as planned, and heads turn almost instantly. The quiet gasps and turning heads boost his scolded ego more than nicely. But that's all it is. A soothing bandage over a painful wound.

Stark's infamous shindigs that rivalled even the most grand of galas, yet you are the only thing that matters to him in a room filled with expensive champagne and extravagant sculptures. He watches you from across the room, Bucky's latest debrief on Sam's irritating behaviour blending into the mindless background chatter.

You're done up to the nines, pretty hair twisted in some intricate up-do, and that dress. That fucking dress. He wonders if things would be easier if you knew how he really felt about you, that the trading of insults between the two of you is the only way he can resist pinning you against every available surface and fucking the attitude out of you.

You work your charm with everyone that comes up to you, offering you drinks and boring conversation. You know you're in charge, so do they, and so does he.

He spots you talking to a pretty redhead he soon recognises as Wanda, she's changed since he last saw her. But he much more notices the lingering stares and flirtatious touches, the way you lean into each other and laugh a little too loud. Jealousy is no longer a green eyed monster, but a blonde haired, blue eyed super soldier.

You happen to glance over at him in that moment, taking in his tensed jaw and white-knuckle grip on his champagne flute, expecting it to shatter under any more force. He watches as you smirk in his direction, and the go back to the conversation like he wasn't even there. Sam and Bucky pull him away to a conversation that is meant to be important and he loses sight of you for the rest of the evening.

The party starts to get a little too lively towards 11pm, the rowdy crowd excited about the looming new year. You find yourself at the bar, sick of your uncomfortable shoes, ready to get more than drunk, kiss a bottle at midnight and fall into bed with your vibrator once again. Someone slides into the empty seat next to you, speaking to the bar tender. You catch the 'and whatever she's having' and roll your eyes just wanting to be left alone at this point.

Your double vodka and cranberry is slid in front of you and you take a single sip before turning to the man next to you. He's attractive, with his full beard and long brown hair. There's something in his eyes but you don't care enough to find out that much about him. He shakes your hand firmly, introducing himself as Quentin Beck. You smile and thank him when he compliments you, you hum and nod when he tells you about his latest technological venture that sounds weirdly similar to Tony's, you smile coyly when he rests a hand on your thigh and offers to take you somewhere a little less private.

You're silently disappointed that this is the best you could do on a night like tonight but you're not one to look a fort horse in the mouth. He guides you through the crowd with a hand around your waist until the function room doors come into view and your excitement dims even further. Steve stands in the doorway, arms crossed and biceps bulging as he stares at Quentin and then his hand on your waste.

"Hey honey." He wraps his fingers around your wrist lightly, stopping you in your tracks. He stares down at you for a second too long, then diverts his gaze to Beck.

"Fuck off." Two words. Two are all it takes for Quentin to crumble.

His hand moves from your waist faster than you can blink and he's already being swallowed up by the crowd when you turn away from glaring at Steve. His fingers linger around your wrist but you shrug him off, and leave the grand ballroom stomping down to the elevator.

He follows you of course, right up to your door, pushing inside when you try and slam it in his face.

"Honey that guy was a creep."

"Don't 'honey' me you just ruined my one good chance of getting laid tonight." You kick off your shoes.

"Well I wouldn't call it a good chance..."

"What was that?!" You're about to fiddle with the zip of your dress but instead steve has your attention and an insane amount of audacity.

"M'just saying he wouldn't have been worth it." He pauses, sitting on your bed uninvited. "Doesn't look like he can find his car keys let alone please a woman."

"I guess I'll never know now." You scoff.

"Use me instead."

What in the sweet baby jesus?!

"How much have you had to drink?" You chuckle, and go back to working your zip.

"You know I can't get drunk. How much have you had to drink?" He retorts, reaching up to undo the zipper for you.

"Not enough for this to be a hallucination. What's in it for you?"

"An orgasm." Fair enough.

"Why are you doing this? Are you trying to humiliate me?"

"What? No! I'm just trying to apologise for ruining your New Years hook up." He looks sincere, but then Steve never lies. You on the other hand, would be lying if you said you didn't want to jump his bones at least twenty three and a half of the twenty four hours in the day. And he's offering himself to you on a golden platter. Why turn. it down?

"Strip."

It's a simple word, but it holds so much power. Starting something that may just fucking ruin you. But you want it. He wants it. The easy route be damned. Steve is quick to discard his clothing, looking up at you expectantly waiting for your next request. You simply just let your dress drop, carefully stepping over the expensive fabric and slotting yourself between Steve's legs. His eyes widen when he realises you'd neglected to put on any underwear that evening. She reaches out to touch you, rest a hand on your hip but you slap it away.

"Lay back." You kneel over his hips, excitement fizzling on your skin as he rests on his elbows, taking up an insane amount of space with his broad shoulders and wide thighs. He doesn't move any further, a sly smirk on his lips and wonder in his eyes.

"I said I don't want to see your face, lie the fuck back." You have him under your thumb, and your pussy, when he lays back against the cotton sheets you crawl across his body and rest above his face. His hands grip onto the backs of your thighs, usually light eyes dark with lust. 

"No touching." You thread his arms above him, resting forward and pinning them against the pillows. His response is muffled when you lower yourself onto his face. His tongue works wonders when he's not using it to talk and you definitely prefer it when he's not talking.

You grind yourself down against his pliant tongue, clit bumping his stupidly perfect nose with each thrust. You're taking what you deserve from him, what he owes you and you fucking love it. You love the fact that he could easily slip you underneath him, pin you beneath him and pull you apart but instead he's letting you use him, letting you grind yourself to an orgasm on his face.

"You're not so useless after all Rogers, fucking hell." His lips purse around your exposed clit and your thighs shake a little. You press yourself further against him, chasing your well deserved orgasm until you're panting above him half spent.

Lifting yourself off of him, you take in his flushed cheeks and blown out eyes. God he's pretty. Your hand strokes through his hair and he leans into your touch. Putty in your hands.

You reach back, your hands almost dwarfed by the impressive size of his pretty cock. You struggle to wrap your hands around him fully, but when you start stroking him slow but firm it doesn't matter. His face twists into one of pure bliss and his hips fuck up into your fist desperately. Deciding enough is enough you manoeuvre down his body, hovering over his painfully hard weeping cock. You drag him through your folds, almost slipping him in before bumping his engorged head against your clit until you're right on the edge of desperation and finally sink down on him.

You take him slowly at first, unable to stay quiet as he stretches you open. There's a slight sting but my god does it sting so good. Once he's fully sheathed you take a moment to accommodate, grinding down on him, twin moans coming from the two of you. You raise yourself up again, right to the tip and back down, slowly building the rhythm until you're bouncing on his cock, hitting spots you didn't even know existed panting for breath. 

"You feel so fucking good." You whimper chasing your own pleasure, fuelled by Steve's. He fists the bedsheets, so obedient trying not to touch you, but you look so pretty and broken and you're touching yourself whilst you ride him, clenching down on his dick so fucking perfectly. He's more vocal than. you expected, grunting and moaning and whining.

"Fuck I'm gonna come. Steve." Your fingers roll your taught nipples between your fingers, pinching and pulling. Steve's hips stutter for a moment, but then he's right there with you, fucking up into your perfect cunt until you're shaking on his dick, grinding your clit against his pubic bone and falling over the edge.

He doesn't give you a second to breath, wrapping his strong arms around you and placing you flat on your back. You're breathless, your vision is still fuzzy but then he's pounding into you. Lifting your leg above his shoulder opening you up up to him even more. You're well and truly fucked. Not a single word or thought or even sound registering. You're just wide eyed and open mouthed and taking what he gives you.

"Not so cocky now are we, hmm sweetheart." His thumb flicks your clit once and you're coming all over again, a loud scream echoing off of the walls.

"There she is. So fucking perfect, taking what you need. Did I do well, did I satisfy your greedy pussy or do you still want more?"

"St-Steve. More." You sound so broken, so unalike yourself but you never want to go back to her when you can be this.

"Course you fuckin do. Play with your tits for me, that's a good girl." He thrusts slow but deep, your weak legs held in position by his huge hands. He relishes in your flushed face and smudged makeup. Your hair has foregone the confines of bobby pins and it's splayed out on the cushion behind you. You're fucking perfect.

"Who's cunt is this?" Your eyes lull into the back of your head when he delivers a quick sharp tap to your clit. "Tell me who's cunt it is and I'll let you cum."

"Y-Yours. Yours Steve."

"Good. And who's fuckin dick is this tearing you apart?" It's all too much, you're on the verge of crying from the overstimulation. "Who's is it?"

"Mine."

"Good fucking girl." He punctuates his words with his thrusts, picking up speed once more and rubbing small quick circles against your clit. Your tears do spill then, dark mascara running down your cheeks when you explode all over him.

He fucks you through the orgasm, pulling out of you when you begin to claw at his chest, leaving pretty marks all over him. He kneels over you, furiously stroking himself to completion until he cums in long white ropes all over your breasts, chest heaving and panting. He collapses next to you, silent as you try to catch your breaths and wrap your head around what just happened.

It shouldn't surprise you when Steve gets up to the bathroom and comes back with a washcloth, but it does. It leaves you stunned. You try not to show it though, nor do you give him a glimpse at how disappointed you are about leaving.

"Damn Rogers, you really know how to hate fuck." Steve's gaze is frantic, but mostly confused.

"Hate? I don't hate you." His eyebrows are pulled together so tightly you're scared they might just fuse into one another.

"Could've fooled me." You pull up your underwear and pull on his shirt foregoing the tight dress.

"Look. I don't. Hate. You. Do you get on my nerves? Sometimes. But I could never hate you."

"So what? You wanna call the way you've treated me since I got here a proclamation of your undying love." He's silent. "You can't be fucking serious Rogers."

"Don't be like that, you gave just as good as you got." You scoff, but it's the truth. "Every time I look at you I want to fuck you, every time I see someone even look at you I wanna fuckin... I don't know!"

"Steve..."

"You terrify me. I have all these feelings for you, but you're so... you. You're so gorgeous, you're potty mouth and you're strong and you don't take shit from no one, not even me. I'm an idiot, I know that and I don't expect a sorry to fix anything, but I need you to know that that wasn't a one time thing, I want you."

"Well fuck. You have feelings for me?" He nods, simple, effective and oh so Steve Rogers. "I thought. I don't know what I though. I walked in here and you just stared at me and left, and I guess I though you took one look at me and decided I wasn't enough. So I decided I was gonna prove you wrong."

"I think you're everything. You've certainly proved me right." He looks angry, at himself at and the situation, but mostly at the fact that you'd ever thought those things about yourself.

"Right pair of idiots we are." You mutter, trying to lighten the you're-not-sure-what mood. He pulls you into his lap, rough hand resting around your waist.

"Aren't we just." He whispers against your lips.

"How many people did you tell to fuck off tonight? Just out of interest."

"Bout 15." He mumbles and then laughs, "don't regret a single one of them though."

You surge forward and press against him. His lips are softer than expected and his movements are so slow, so tentative. You arch into him, greed driving your need to make up for the last few wasted months.

A loud bang erupts from outside of the glass windows, popping into a concoction of golds and reds and pinks, until the New York skyline is littered with individual fireworks displays.

"Happy New Year Rogers." You whisper against his lips, though it turns into a breathless whimper when he pulls your panties to the side. "You get on my nerves too by the way. Like a whole lot."

"Yeah yeah. Happy New Year."

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[missmonsters2]

Can you do 🩸 with Wanda as hurt/comfort

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: hnnng so hurt/comfort. reckless!wanda.

Note: and wanda never came home hurt from a mission again :-)

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"You're getting more reckless."

Wanda doesn't respond to your comment. She doesn't move from her seat on the cot, and you sigh as you grab the medical kit. There's a large cut right above her eyebrow, the blood has crusted over for the most part, and you try not to wonder how long she had to wait until she could get here.

You sit in front of her on a stool, carefully moving closer to her. Wanda looks at the ground rather than at you, her hands resting lifelessly in her lap. 

You start to clean the cut, and Wanda winces at the sting. You blow as lightly—gently—as you can because she deserves that. Wanda deserves some gentleness in her life. 

It's too soon, you think. They're making her work missions too soon after she's just lost Pietro. You wonder if they're trying to punish her for what she did before she defected to the Avenger's side. 

It's silent as you take care of Wanda. 

"I wish you'd take care of yourself a little more," you whisper as you finish bandaging the cut and begin to look at the smaller ones littered across her face. 

"Does it really matter? It gets the job done, and no one else complains." Wanda's voice is passive, and when you look into her eyes, they're hard, as if warning you to stay away. Stay out because she can't let anyone else in. 

"Yes," you push forward, unable to leave Wanda alone. "Because I still wait for you to come home. Because you know that I have to be the one to look after you—and I will because I want to, Wanda."

Your own voice is stiff as well as if to hide how hurt you feel by Wanda's carelessness with herself. But you can't hide all of it as you look at her face, tears ushering to the edge of your eyes. 

"You must know how frightening it is to wait for someone and pray they come back unharmed," you swallow harshly, gripping the fabric of your pants tightly before looking away. "You may feel like you have no one else to lose, but that's not the case for me."

The room falls silent, stretching onto something painful and hollowing. A part of you thinks you should give up, but you can't. You could never—

Wanda places her warm hands over yours, and you loosen your grip. She lifts them, holding them together as she brings her forehead to them. Her hold is tight, almost painful, but it's somehow so reassuring.

"I'm sorry." 

Her voice is stiff and coarse, perhaps because she's trying to hold back her own tears.

"I'm sorry," she repeats before hesitantly kissing your fingers. "I won't do it again."

You have to swallow something harsh down because you think you might choke on a sob if you let it out. 

You adjust and hold her hand back, your thumb brushing over her lips.

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[gingiesworld]

In Ruins

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: angst. No happy ending.

A request from my wattpad account.

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda and Y/N had been married for the better part of a decade. The two seemed happy enough with the twins. Their own little happy family. Y/N worked full time at Stark Industries as Wanda helped out occasionally at Harkness Florists.

"I just don't know what to do? It's like they never have any time for me anymore." Wanda told Agatha who just nodded.

"Maybe talk to them, it can't be as bad as it seems to be." She reasoned as Wanda hummed. "Anyway, let's have a girls night this Saturday. You, me and the girls."

That was the start of the end for Y/N and Wanda. As they remained at home with the twins, Wanda was gaving the time of her life. Dancing and drinking with her friends, soon catching the eye of someone over at the bar.

"I'm going to get another drink." She told her friends, her heart racing in her chest as she approached the guy. She ordered her drink before she turned to him.

"You are absolutely beautiful." He told her with a smirk.

"Too bad I'm married." She scrunched her nose as she lifted up her left hand.

"It doesn't have to be." He spoke as he leaned in, his hand on her bare thigh, rising slightly as Wanda smiled. Feeling the arousal pool in her underwear as she stood up.

"Do you have a condom?" She questioned as he nodded. That was how she ended up in the bathroom, getting fucked from behind as he played with her breasts.

It turned into a weekly thing, the girls nights out, it was until she was caught by Agatha. Quickly moving away from the random guy as she followed her friend out of the club after she made sure she was presentable.

"What are you doing Wanda?" She asked her friend in disappointment. "You are married and have two boys at home too."

"I know that." Wanda ran her hands through her hair. "I just. I have needs and Y/N doesn't do fulfil them."

"They work full time Wanda, and they spend their free time with the twins." Agatha told her. "They do that so you can live a comfortable life and you are ruining all of it."

"Please don't tell them." She pleaded as Agatha groaned.

"They deserve to know the truth Wanda." Agatha told her firmly. "And it should come from you." With that Agatha flagged down a cab for the two to head home. Wanda looked out of the window as they approached her home. As she walked inside, there was the faint glow of the television as she entered the living room. Seeing Y/N sat in their chair, eyes heavy with tiredness.

"Hey." They whispered as Wanda gave them a small smile. "Did you have fun?" They asked her.

"I did." She answered like everytime they would ask her. "How were the boys?" She asked as she went for a bottle of water.

"Tiring as always." They told her with a smile as they followed her into the kitchen. Just the moonlight was illuminating the room as Wanda smiled slightly. Her heart constricting in her chest as she knows she has broken this family. Y/N and the twins don't know it yet, but she does and it's a heavy burden to bare.

"I'm going to have a shower." Wanda mumbled as Y/N nodded. They made her some toast and tea as she showered, taking it to her night stand as they climbed in the bed and dozed off themselves. Wanda's heart broke a little more at the gesture, even though they barely had intimacy due to Y/N's work and the twins, they always made sure she was cared for, treated the way a queen would be treated.

The next morning, she woke to an empty bed as the smell of pancakes wafted through the house. Tears started to fall as she cried silently, wondering if she should come clean or just leave it all unsaid.

When she walked into the kitchen, she smiled as the twins and Y/N spoke animatedly about that weeks episode of their favourite cartoon. Knowing that Y/N woke up early to sit and watch it with them as they did every Sunday.

The morning went by in a blur as she decided to head to Agatha's. Needing to talk about everything that is on her chest.

"I don't know what to do." Wanda told her as Agatha kept her eyes on the task at hand.

"Tell them the truth. You owe them at least that much." Agatha bit at her harshly.

"But I can't break my family apart." Wanda told her as Agatha chuckled dryly.

"You should have thought of that before you let that man even near you." She told her as Wanda looked away, Agatha tilted her head as realisation struck. "He wasn't the first was he?"

"I'm sorry." Wanda whispered as Agatha shook her head no.

"It's not me who deserves the apology. It's Y/N and those sweet boys who you owe the apology too." She told her as Wanda just nodded.

The week passed as Wanda kept thinking of ways she could come clean. Unable to even come up with an easy way, she decided to head out to her weekly girls night, even with Agatha keeping a close eye.

Pietro had also decided to keep Y/N and the twins company. Bringing his Xbox along with him for a games night.

As the night wore on, the twins went to bed at the usual bedtime, leaving both Pietro and Y/N on the game. Beers in hand as they played, laughed and they just had fun. It wasn't until Y/N had received a text from Agatha's phone that Wanda needed them. Leaving Pietro with the twins, they headed straight to the bar, seeing Agatha already outside.

"She's in the mens room." Was all she said as Y/N's mind raced to the worst possible scenarios. Racing through the club to the bathroom, even over the music they could hear her moans. Remembering them as clearly as it was yesterday.

"Wanda?!" They barged inside to see a random guy on his knees, his head under her dress. Wanda's eyes shot open as she heard her partner's voice. Pushing the guy away as their heart broke in that moment.

"It's not." Wanda started, but she was interrupted by Y/N's fist colliding with the guys face as he stood with Wanda's underwear in his hand, placing it in his pocket. "Y/N!!"

Once they were satisfied, they opened the door for Wanda to follow them to their car. The drive home was silent as Wanda watched Y/N's hands grip the steering wheel harshly. Soon pulling up in their driveway, they took a deep breath before turning to their wife.

"Why?" They asked her.

"I don't know." She whispered as Y/N just nodded, getting out of the car and heading inside. Pietro noticed the air between the two as he disappeared up to the guest room he was staying in for the night.

"What did I do to deserve this Wanda?" They asked her. "You and that guy, would it have gotten further than just that if I hadn't had come when I did?"

"Who told you?" Wanda asked as she crossed her arms.

"That is besides the point Wanda! I just walked in on you with some guys mouth on your clit!!" They yelled as Wanda took a deep breath.

"Do you mind, the boys and my brother are upstairs." Wanda told them as Y/N just shook their head.

"This is so unbelievable." They whispered as they saw their phone. "Apparantly I should ask about the other ones too." They waved their phone in her face. "So, there were more than just this once?" Wanda just sighed as she nodded her head, keeping her eyes away from their own. "Look at me." She looked up reluctantly as Y/N just shook their head. "I have done nothing but take care of the three of you. I have made sure that you have wanted for nothing and this is something that warrents your actions."

"I'm so sorry." She cried as she reached out for them. "It won't happen again."

"It has been happening for weeks maybe months." They reminded her as she cried. "I don't think we can make it back from this. It's done."

"No." Wanda sobbed as Y/N took a deep breath.

"It's done Wanda. We are done." They told her. "I just don't know who you are anymore. You aren't the woman I fell in love with." With that they left her on the floor as they exited the house. Pietro came into the kitchen with a disappointed look on his face.

"You heard?" She questioned as he just nodded. "I'm so stupid."

"You are stupid." He told her. "You ruined the best thing that could have happened to you and Y/N never deserved any of this."

"I know." Wanda whispered as she wiped her eyes.

"No you don't." He told her. "If you knew, you wouldn't have done this in the first place." He tapped the counter before he sighed. "I am going to be around a little more now, the twins need all of the support they can have through this. I just hope you are proud of yourself Wanda. You didn't just break Y/N's heart, you broke Tommy and Billy's too." With that he left her crying in the kitchen, she had indeed ruined the one thing that had been her safe place. Hating herself as she collapsed to the floor as Y/N drove to the place they had always hung out when they were younger.

Both of their lives were in ruins because of Wanda's lack of control.

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[wndaswife]

Stipulations of Affection

「 Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader 」

Tags: dark fic, smut, fluff, angst, abuse, some violence, manipulation, jealousy, possessiveness, humiliation, spanking, degradation, mommy kink, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

Word count: 5249

Summary: A day out together is cut short when you break one of your girlfriend's rules. Wanda punishes you for betraying her and you remind yourself that being loved by her is something to be grateful for.

Part One of 'Love and Loathing' | Series Masterlist

She was the kindest woman you’d ever known, always asking if you wanted to go home with her or cancel plans to stay in together. She was gentle in bed, her hands running against your skin so softly you’d often feel as if you were being touched by the feathers off an angel’s wings while she kissed every inch of your body in adoration and devotion. She made you food in the mornings after, begged you to stay for a few hours more but was more than understanding when you insisted that you had to leave.

You were able to call Wanda Maximoff your girlfriend, and proudly at that.

Your social life was comprised of only a handful of friends, and you weren’t as close with your family as what you presumed was typical for other people. But from what you told everyone even remotely close to you in your life over the phone, they loved Wanda. 

Oftentimes you wondered if your friends had been glad that you’d finally gotten a partner, for you began to spend less time with them afterwards.

Your parents hadn’t even asked you for a picture of her, hadn’t even had a single conversation with her over the phone, before telling you they thought she was perfect for you.

Had anyone cared that you were happy? 

Did any of your friends or family bat an eyelash when you shared with them your most hopeful feelings of your relationship, which were only to be responded to with dispassionate hurrahs? The moment you’d told them you met someone, you stopped being checked up on and invited to things.

It wasn’t unknown to you that you were a bit lesser than most; you never had even a week of popularity in all your four years of high school, no group of friends to have ever called your own much less belong in, nor a definite place in the world — no purpose to your life.

But to Wanda, you were everything. 

You were the days she spent in the sun, you were the nights she spent slumbering under pale moonlight, you were the thought of her every hour, every waking moment. 

Wanda’s love was pure; it was kind and gentle, it was a mother’s soft hum to a dozing infant. 

You were solely to blame for the descent her purity dissolved into. 

You must have been overbearing, asking too much of her, needing too much love. You’ve been called it once before — a relentless black hole, greedy and parasitic. 

Soon, Wanda’s adoration became obsessive. 

She took days off from work to monitor what you were doing, to ensure you had little time for anyone else. She asked that you move into her place and you did so gladly. She badgered you about any interaction you had that wasn’t with her. She outlined days you could speak with your friends and family and days that you couldn’t, which only grew increasingly scarce. 

‘Have you been seeing someone else?’ Wanda asked once when you came to visit her later than you’d originally intended. 

‘I know you are,’ she urged on though you had denied her initial accusation. ‘You smell different when you come home, and you act differently. What does she tell you about me? Does she tell you I’m not good enough for you? Does she fuck you better? Or is it a man? Are you getting your pussy fucked by someone else’s filthy cock behind my back?’

It was after that outburst that Wanda stopped allowing you to leave your own house without her. 

She proposed you move in with her less than a week later.

You found yourself glaring at your phone at times while Wanda had her arms wrapped around you on the couch, her nose buried in your hair as a movie played ahead. Neither your friends nor family knew of the limitations you had on your interactions with others, but you wished they messaged you, called you, wondered how you were doing.

Maybe you’d use it as a reason to scold Wanda for the way you were feeling, take it out on something, for you did not know why you felt the way you did even in the arms of your lover.

But Wanda always noticed the soft line that formed between your eyebrows, your downcast gaze, the conflicted tremble of your bottom lip. Wanda, who took your chin between her fingers and brought your face up to her lips so she could kiss you, your forehead, the tip of your nose, your cheeks that were occasionally damp with your tears.

When you opened your eyes to see her looking down at you with the adoration and love you’ve always known from her, you believed you’d never hope for a moment more that anyone would take you from the isolated world with her, even if only with a text message or call asking how you’ve been.

That was until the inevitable return of the realisation that neither your friends or family cared enough to check in on you, which came intermittently in the form of a pained chest and teary eyes.

But it would not be long after that Wanda’s lips found your skin again, ridding you of those thoughts that ached. ‘Do not fret, my angel,’ she would whisper as she wiped your eyes from their tears. ‘Soon you will find that I am all you need. Let me be for you as you are to me — everything.’

You were sitting on a large stuffed toy Wanda bought for you this past Valentine’s Day, facing away from her as she did your hair while sitting on the edge of the living room couch behind you. With a plush dog in your hands, your fingers fiddling with its soft floppy ears, you sat patiently as you waited for her to finish. 

She tried her best to be gentle with you, making an effort in combing her fingers through your hair gently and avoiding scratching at your scalp by accident.

“Almost finished, baby. Stay still,” Wanda said. Her voice was quiet, distracted, as she focused on braiding the final ends of your hair.  You nodded without thinking and she placed a hand on your cheek, angling your face upwards and keeping you still again.

The next few minutes passed as you excitedly awaited your new hair. You restrained the urge to bounce around and settled instead for squeezing the paws of your stuffed toy. 

Hands were placed on your shoulders and Wanda squeezed them softly. She leaned down to kiss the back of your neck. 

“Alright,” she muttered against your skin. “I’m done. You look so pretty, malyshka.”

Happily, you jumped up from the floor and padded over to the mirror hanging beside the front door. You swung left and right, looking at the two braids hanging down your shoulders.

“Mama, I love it!” you exclaimed and spun around, fists knocking against your thighs excitedly as you vibrated on the spot, fuelled with elation.

Wanda stood from the couch and approached you with a smile. “You really do?” she inquired and lifted her hands to your braids. She positioned her palms underneath so she could lift them from your shoulders about an inch, surveying her work.

You nodded happily, looking up at her with a wide grin. The soft dimples that formed on either side of your toothy smile made Wanda melt. She wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you against her chest. 

While you cuddled against her, hugging her tight around her waist, Wanda fiddled with your braids with her fingers, a habit of perfectionism making her readjust every slightly uneven loop and detail. 

You were too busy rubbing your cheek against Wanda’s chest and squeezing her in your arms to notice her correcting her work.

“How about we go out today, lyubov?” Wanda suggested, ceasing her nitpicking and running a warm hand up and down the back of your neck, petting you. “I’ll take you shopping; buy you anything you want. You’ve been such a good girl.”

With your pretty new hair and outfit picked out just for you, you bounced excitedly in your seat all the way to the mall parking lot where you instead began blabbering about all the things you wanted to buy.

You hadn’t yet been to this mall. It was new and it was an outlet mall, where all the stores were outside and so were some of the dessert stands.

When Wanda saw you eyeing a red booth that sold pastries loaded with toffee pieces, vanilla cream syrup, and bits of chocolate on top, she reminded you that you had to eat your lunch before she’d let you have any sweets.

It would be the perfect day.

Mommy made you hold her hand as you crossed the road through the parking lot. You looked at her with a happy smile, watching the stiffness of her upper lip and the furrowing of her eyebrows, and the way her eyes darted left and right before the two of you crossed.

When you reached the mall’s entrance, she caught you smiling at her. Her frigid expression softened as she looked at you. She placed a gentle hand against the side of your head and pulled you against her shoulder so she could kiss your forehead.

The day at the mall started with lunch as Wanda never failed to reiterate that growing girls needed food to be healthy. She bought you chicken nuggets and lentil soup, which she blew at carefully with every spoonful before lifting it to your mouth.

Wanda was picky about you eating hot foods. She insisted she feed them to you so you wouldn’t burn yourself, and you had no issue with sitting like an obedient girl, kicking your feet up under the table while mommy did everything for you. 

You ate your nuggets on your own, however, while Wanda started eating her own lunch after you had enough of your soup.

For dessert, she bought you a cup of gelato from one of the places in the food court. You ended up picking a flavour she thought was too sweet, but she did take a few bites here and there. You were so happy to be leaning against her, sitting outside under the warm summer sun while sharing dessert. 

She twirled one of your braids around her finger absentmindedly as you happily rambled on, jumping from one topic to another while Wanda nodded, smiling at you and making you feel heard. 

You couldn’t imagine a world where you needed anything else.

“Are you ready, sweet girl?” Wanda asked after throwing your empty cup out. She extended a hand to you and you took it. She lifted you up and wrapped an arm around your hips, a warm kiss coming to your cheek and making you giggle.

But you wouldn’t complain if, one day, you and Wanda were more than this.

The thought made you blush and you hid your flushed cheeks against Wanda’s upper arm as she walked the two of you to the first store.

Just over forty minutes of shopping with Wanda passed, trying on pretty outfits she picked out for you, filling bags upon bags with new stuffies and clothes and sweets, all purchased with her money. 

As the two of you were heading to the dessert stand you were eyeing in the parking lot earlier, shopping bags in both of your hands, Wanda got a call. She read the contact name and received a text from her coworker. 

The message must’ve indicated that the work call was urgent, for Wanda walked you over to a seating area and set the bags down. She told you to wait for her and that she wouldn’t be long. She left you with a kiss to the top of your head and you guarded your new gifts like a territorial puppy as Wanda found a quieter place to take the call around a corner by the mall’s entrance.

He approached you from behind, hence you hadn’t seen him walk up to your side until he lowered a hand a few inches away from your face and waved.

You jumped slightly in your seat at the sudden intrusion in your line of sight, your arms tightening around the bags of gifts in your lap and on the table you sat at. Your eyes trailed up the arm of the waving hand to see a man looking down at you.

He was young, perhaps in his mid-twenties. He had dirty blonde hair and a charming smile that showed off unnaturally pearl-white teeth.

“Hi there,” he greeted. “Whatcha got?”

Your cheeks filled with air as you restrained a pout. ‘You’re not getting any of my gifts. I got them because I was a good girl,’ you wanted to say.

“Gifts,” you said instead, looking down at the shopping bags shyly as the man continued to look at you.

He answered in a nonchalant way, “Is that so?” 

A hand reached down once more and parted open a shopping bag. Without a moment’s notice, he stuck his hand into the bag and pulled out a small stuffed rabbit. 

Your face flushed in humiliation as you became torn between taking it out of his hand and leaving everything behind to run over to where you knew Wanda was and crying into her chest. 

The young man only surveyed the stuffed toy, turning it around in his hand before placing it back in its bag. “Cute,” he chuckled. “You buy this stuff all on your own, bunny?”

Chills ran up your spine at the pet name and you wanted to hide away forever. You began envisioning the soft blankets in mama’s bed and your playroom decorated in all your soft toys and dolls. 

“No,” you muttered, looking away from the man and at the ground. 

“Are you waiting for someone?”

Wanda told you that strangers were dangerous. You knew she didn’t like when you spoke to other people without her, but what were you to do? He’d keep pestering you even if you chose to ignore him, and you didn’t know what you’d do without Wanda if he became persistent. 

You nodded hesitantly, your eyes still downcasted to your shoes. 

Then one of your braids was being lifted from your shoulder and you looked up to see the man playing with your hair, now suddenly standing inches closer to you. 

A hand jutted across your face and took hold of the man’s wrist so harshly that it cracked with the pressure it was being squeezed at. 

“Hands off,” Wanda hissed, leaning over the table and glaring daggers through the man’s skull. He attempted to tear his hand out of her grip but he wasn’t going to free himself unless Wanda let him.

“What the fuck?” he snapped, keeping his voice low so as to not cause a scene that he must’ve known he initiated. “Let go of me.”

But Wanda was relentless.

“What were you doing?” she asked, her knuckles whitening as her grip around his wrist tightened. 

Would she break it?

What would happen then?

You tugged on the sleeve of Wanda’s shirt hesitantly. “Mama…” you whispered, trying to get her attention.

To your surprise, her fury was sidelined momentarily and she looked down at you. She saw the pleads in your eyes as you begged for her to let him go. 

After a few moments of consideration, Wanda let the man go and without a word, began picking up the shopping bags. You watched the man scurry away and into the food court in attempts to leave the embarrassing scene behind him and forget about it entirely. 

You hastily picked up the rest of the bags and trailed behind Wanda, who began walking towards the exit without uttering a word to you, the dessert stand now long-forgotten.

You placed the bags into the back seats while you looked at Wanda across the roof of the car for some implication into what she was thinking written on her face. Your attempts were fruitless. You got into the passenger's seat and Wanda into the driver’s seat. She started the car and pulled it out of the parking lot. 

A pit dug itself in your stomach and you sunk into your seat, your seatbelt scraping against your neck uncomfortably.

You debated whether or not you should say something, anything to break the painful silence between the both of you. Before you could make a decision, the deep dread-filled pit in your stomach yawned open, forcing you to part your lips and say something that was as useless as it sounded.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked quietly, looking over at Wanda with a ducked head. She didn’t answer and you refrained from saying anything else for the rest of the ride. 

Immense amounts of guilt fell onto your shoulders as you sat in that silent car with Wanda. It had been a perfect day, and you had to ruin it by being such a pushover. She had been so loving and generous to you all day and this was how you repaid her.

When her car pulled into the driveway, you followed her every action silently and without protest. She left the shopping bags in the backseat and you didn’t give them even a onceover before trailing behind her and following her up to the house’s front door. She stepped into the house first and you after.

You wrung your hands together in front of your stomach as Wanda turned to close the door. Something about the cool air of the house and the domesticity of the living room the two of you had just left nearly two hours ago made you overwhelmingly apologetic again.

You turned around to face Wanda, your lips parted and ready to plead for her forgiveness until the evening. But instead, a palm met your face harshly, a sharp slap echoing through the otherwise silent front foyer as Wanda struck you.

“You stupid slut,” she snapped, her collected exterior melting into something furious with the fiery heat of her temper, now too far lost. “I should’ve known better than to tart you up like a fucking prostitute.”

Tears began to form in your eyes and you brought your hands to your face, ashamed for feeling so upset when a part of you knew what had happened was your fault.

“I saw how you were trying to put out for him,” she said as she rounded your body. You willed yourself to still your trembling shoulders as her front pressed against your back. “Did you call him over?”

“No, mama-”

Her hand jutted up to your throat and she tightened her fingers around your neck. “Don’t lie to me,” she growled from beyond clenched teeth. She spun you and walked you backwards until your back made contact with the front door. 

She leaned forward so her lips ghosted against your own. Her breath quivered and her eyes darted up from your lips to your eyes. You saw a flicker of desperation in her glare. “You’re mine, Y/N,” she said. She stepped forward so her hips pressed against yours. “You’re mine, don’t you understand? I own you.”

Her fingernails ran down the side of your neck as she squeezed her hand around your throat.

You winced and made your greatest attempt to pay attention to her words while your breath escaped you at a rapid rate.

“You want to leave me for him?” Wanda asked. “Fine. But you won’t survive a day without me. You can’t do anything on your own, you incapable whore. Not even with his help. No one but mommy knows how to take care of you.”

Your gradually-forming tears from earlier finally fell and you turned your head, ashamed.

Wanda whispered, “Now, don’t pull that face with me.” She stroked your stinging cheek with the back of her fingers. “If only you hadn’t been out there like you were selling your body for a sloppy fuck on the streets like anyone else could want you but me. No one wants to fuck a used little girl.”

“I’m sorry, mommy,” you managed to say.

“Go upstairs,” Wanda said simply, pulling you off of the door and letting you go. “Be ready for me.”

Regrettably and with every bone in your body telling you to run back around and cry into Wanda’s chest and beg for her to forgive you, to convince her that you loved her and her only, you heeded her instructions and headed upstairs, sniffling.

Once you were in your room, you undressed until you were only in your bra and panties. You folded your clothes neatly on top of your pink cage and sat at the edge of your bed. You tied a silk red blindfold around your head and masked your eyes.

Anxiously, you sat with a straight back, one hand on top of your thigh and the other playing with your braid. Your fingertips ran down the loops of your hair, reminding yourself that mama had spent those long minutes on your hair because she loved you. 

She was just angry — that didn’t mean she didn’t love you anymore. But your tears soaked your blindfold anyways, and you found yourself having difficulty believing that you hadn’t just disappointed Wanda to the point where she no longer had any affection for you.

After what felt like hours sitting in your room alone, sniffling quietly as you cried, the door opened and Wanda entered the room. You tried your best to silence your sniffles and pay close attention to the soft shuffling around the room to see where Wanda was without your eyes.

When you were sure she was in front of you, one of your braids was lifted from its respective shoulder. 

Hope fluttered in your chest, for you’d give anything for Wanda to just play with your hair like she did earlier this afternoon, hugging you to her chest and telling you how pretty you looked.

Then, a strange tug at your hair and a sharp noise reached your ears. You pulled away slightly when the noise’s proximity sent uncomfortable chills up the back of your neck.

A lightweight mass fell into your lap and you moved your hand to feel what it was. Your fingers ran down gentle strands and familiar loops and curves. When the pads of your fingers made contact with the ragged flimsy edge of the strange object, you retracted your hand and gasped.

You felt an asymmetry against your shoulders; a weight that had once been there no longer was. Your breathing quickened and with trembling fingers, raised your hand to your braid.

When your fingers curled and wrapped around nothing, darting around frantically for a moment and finding the ends of your hair ending reasonably higher than it previously had been, a weight dropped in your stomach.

Wanda was cutting your hair with a pair of scissors.

You pulled away from her when it was too late and your second braid had already fallen into your lap with the other one.

“You think you look pretty when you’re showing yourself off to everyone?” Wanda inquired rhetorically, her tone heavy with sadistic gaiety. “You don’t. You look like a slut. Good little girls do not behave that way.”

“Stop, mama, please!” you begged as she continued to cut your hair, evening out the edges and styling it as required for the length it was at. But she ignored your pleas until she finished cutting your hair exactly how she wanted, regardless of the way you continued to cry and beg for her mercy.

Eventually, it came to an end.

“I know you fantasize about having someone else fuck you. I know you want someone other than me,” Wanda said suddenly. “Say it and I’ll forgive you — say you don’t want me anymore. Say you’ve grown bored of mommy.”

You shook your head stubbornly. “No!” you argued. “I won’t say it, I won’t!”

A hand wrapped around the back of your neck and you were pulled up from the bed. Your legs tried to catch up with the speed at which you were being dragged forward and you feared for a moment you’d only further anger Wanda if you tripped while she pulled you.

Now at the other side of the room, she took a seat on her armchair. It was mommy’s reserved seat, it was where she sat when she read to you, it was where she sat watching you get dressed. But mommy never sat there when you played with your toys, because she was always sitting down on the carpet playing with you.

She pulled you over her lap, her knees making contact with your stomach in a way that nearly knocked the breath out of you. She pulled your panties down and you whimpered, feeling all the more helpless as you couldn’t see anything past the blinding red of the blindfold.

Wanda reached back to the small table behind the armchair and took out your hairbrush, a wooden one with a flat back. With her other hand, she pulled your blindfold off and then yanked your panties down.

Now finally free of your optical confine, you looked back at Wanda with reddened teary eyes. When you saw the wooden brush in her hand, your eyes widened and you panicked, instinctively trying to move off of her lap.

Then Wanda delivered your first spank against your bare ass with the brush, the pain and shock from the impact holding you in place.

“I know I said I wouldn’t use this again — not after last time,” she recalled, tracing the tip of the brush down your stinging flesh. “But you’ve been so bad, doll. Should you break your promises, must I be relied on to keep mine?”

Another spank.

You whimpered and wrapped a hand around Wanda’s ankle, your free hand tightening around the plush carpet you were hanging over. You bit back your cries, for you knew it was your punishment to take, your fault to atone for.

“You will thank me for every time I hit you,” Wanda instructed. When you didn’t respond, your teeth still biting down on your tongue, she reached down and took a fistful of your hair. She pulled your head up so she could look you in the eye. “Do I make myself clear, Y/N?”

You nodded obediently and Wanda threw your head back down.

She didn’t tell you how many spanks you’d get. 

You supposed it was part of the punishment.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you slurred out after every impact against your ass.

Wanda was sure to lay out her spanks, some landing against the back of your thighs and some dangerously close to your pussy. She went on for nearly forty minutes, until your ass was speckled with deep purple and dark reds that looked awfully close to the shade of blood.

There was a bitter taste of copper in your mouth and your tears had soaked your face and trickled down your nose. The salt of your tears slipped past your lips and stung your tongue that was now cut and sore from the way you’d been biting down on it. 

Mommy hadn’t said very much during your punishment save calling you a few names and telling you to stay still while she spanked you. You couldn’t see her face. With the way you were bent over her lap, your neck was sore from the way it had been hanging, and you expected that if you had turned around to look at her, you’d see the expression of disappointment and resent that you were terrified of seeing from her.

You’d seen it countless times before, from friends and family and people who you thought could love you. But you feared seeing it from Wanda, because if she was disappointed in you, if she resented you, that meant that everything everyone called you must’ve been true; you must truly be an insatiable parasitic black hole devoid of affection it’ll never receive though it may try its hardest to.

So you averted your eyes from Wanda when she punished you, afraid of what her face might say, what it might affirm.

Her voice, now maternal and sincere, broke the silence in the room. Her hand ran down your  swollen ass. “Tell me the truth,” she whispered. “Are you truly bored here, Y/N?”

“Then what if I am?” you bit back suddenly, unsure from where your hostility derived. “Would it be so bad to hope for someone who really loves me?” 

Wanda didn’t speak for what felt like quite a while after that. Even her hand had stopped moving and the wooden brush laid in her seat against her thigh.

“I really love you, puppy,” she finally said. “Don’t say that again.”

Without thinking and now solely fuelled by finally being able to speak, you countered, “Doesn’t feel like it.”

“Who would be better for you?” she questioned. “Tell me who better to love you but me.”

“You don’t love me.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

Wanda insisted, “This is love.”

Now a whirlwind of emotions, you felt yourself weighed down. You’ve always wanted to be loved. Was this truly what it felt like? Had you always been what everyone said you were all along? Was this the only way you’d ever be loved, was this what you amounted to, was this what you deserved? You were in no place to pick and choose, you knew that much.

She stared at the back of your head for a long while, becoming gradually unsettled by the time it took you to respond to her saying she loved you. 

Wanda inhaled sharply and the way her breath trembled was lost on you. She moved you off of her lap gently and let you sit back down on the carpet. She didn’t force you to turn to look at her nor did she pull you towards your bed or your cage.

She walked over to your nightstand and took the pair of scissors she used to cut your hair.

You watched her as she moved around your room, afraid to make eye contact with her should you have looked up at her instead of at her legs.

For a moment she froze by the door of your room, perhaps contemplating whether to say something to you or deliver one last slap across your face, you couldn’t tell as you evaded looking at her expression.

Instead, she left without a word, closing the door behind her carefully.

You listened to her soft footsteps trail downstairs.

Then when she reached the first floor, you slumped down onto the carpet, staring at the unmoving wisps of soft pink fabric that framed your face as you laid your head down.

You closed your eyes. You had cried yourself until you were fatigued, and your heart raced too quickly to allow you to fall asleep. 

With your ear pressed against the floor, you listened to Wanda move around in the kitchen, likely preparing dinner. So you laid there, still and quiet with your eyes closed, letting the comfort of hearing Wanda downstairs overtake you in an embrace that you wished she had given you before she left your room.

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Chapter 5

Summary: Reader and Wanda hang out together with some of their friends and get to know each other a bit better.

A/N: So sorry for the late chapter but this thing is almost 7k words and it was very difficult to find a stopping point. Chapter 6 is most likely going to be late as well, hopefully I can get back to my schedule. Thank you all for your patience and for reading. I truly appreciate all of you! Enjoy!

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Spending a week in the woods, camping with Rachel, has been a tradition since she could walk. Jean only participated in the first two. After the divorce you weren't sure you wanted to keep the tradition but Jean made a few good points on why you should continue it. Now, years later, it's the best way that you get to bond with Rachel beyond the distracting devices and all of her shows and music. You do your best to keep up with all of it but she is constantly changing. You encourage it, of course. But it's hard to feel connected with your daughter. Except on these trips. 

You rent the same spot every year. The two of you build the tent together and make it cozy inside. Then you set up the fire pit and she finds the best spots for the chairs. The two of you make food together over the fire. Tell jokes and scary stories. Remain completely unplugged for the entire trip. At night she snuggles close and you cherish the way she holds you tight because you know there will be a day a few years from now when she won't. She'll be upset with you because you'll be upset with her. Things will get tough, as they do with growing up, and you won't get as many hugs as you do now. And she'll continue to grow up and find her own way in life and her snuggles and these camping trips will be nothing but a distant memory. 

Between meals the two of you make up games, talk to each other, and you teach her what you can think of at the moment.  The two of you swim in the lake nearby and have fun splashing each other. A dog runs up to her when she’s eating her food and you already know that she's going to start asking for a dog. Luckily, you're able to convince her that she's still too young for one. 

All too soon, it's Friday morning and the two of you are packing up the campsite. It's sad putting away the fun week but it's what has to be done. Once your truck is packed up, you hit the road and she's finally able to use her phone again. The entire drive home she is blasting her favorite songs and singing at the top of her lungs. Once you're back in town you're reminded of your plans and at a stop light you message Wanda to see if she's still up for drinks. You don't get a reply until you're pulling up to your apartment building. 

Too nervous to check, you unload the car and get Rachel comfortable before you check your messages. I’ll see you at seven? Your shoulders drop from the relief. You call your sister, Kate, and ask if she can babysit for a couple of hours. 

“Oh… does someone finally have a date?” She inquires and it makes you roll your eyes. 

“No, I'm just grabbing drinks with some friends,” you clarify. 

“You’re so boring,” she groans. “Alright, I'll babysit. I don't mind spending some one on one with my favorite niece!”

“She’s your only niece,” you laugh at her enthusiasm. 

“Exactly,” she says. “I’d have other favorite nieces, maybe even nephews, but no. You refuse to make anymore.”

“Gross, you do realize that you're upset with me for not getting laid, right?” The line goes quiet and you wonder if she's even there anymore. “Hello? Kate?”

“I’m here, I just had to go scrub my brain with bleach to remove the last few minutes from my memory.” She says nonchalant, as if that was the most normal thing to do. “Anyway, I'll be there in a few. You better leave me some money for food.”

“Of course, I'll see you in a bit. Thank you so much,” you say your goodbyes and hang up. You walk to Rachel’s room and knock on her door and enter once she says you can. “Hey kiddo, aunt Kate is coming over to watch you for a bit. I have something… I mean I will be��� uh, I have to do something.” You cringe at how you’re fumbling telling her that you’re going out. Normally, to avoid this, you would plan to do something on a night you don’t have her. But you only have yourself to blame for this. 

“Okay, have fun,” she says as she scrolls through her phone. 

“Okay,” you almost want to laugh at how easy that was. “Okay,” you repeat yourself. “I’m going to shower so can you let your aunt in if she gets her before I’m out?” 

Rachel nods, “Yeah no prob, now go! You don’t want to smell gross for your date.”

“It’s not a date,” you clarify and Rachel mutters something to herself that you can’t decipher but decide you don’t want to know anyway. “Please don't ever grow up,” you say with a smile and she looks up at you with big eyes like her mother. 

“I have to someday,” she says seriously and it crushes something in you. As a parent, that is possibly the best and worst response to ever hear. “Now go, please,” she says with a small wave of her hand. 

You finally leave her room, closing the door to the point that it's left to a crack. Just to mess with her a little. Then you head to the shower because you haven't had a proper one in several days. Your daughter is right, you do smell pretty gross. When you step out you hear your sister and Rachel laughing at something playing on the television. You finish getting dressed and when you walk out with a smile to greet the two girls they look up at you with horror. 

“What?” You ask as you look at your t-shirt and jeans. Your usual attire. 

“Is that what you're wearing?” Kate asks as she slowly eats the popcorn from the bowl between her and Rachel. 

“Yeah, why? What's wrong with it?” You laugh at their judgmental eyes. 

“Nothing, it's just so… you,” Kate replies with disgust. 

“That’s a bad thing?”

“No,” she pauses as she continues to look you up and down. “It’s just not a good thing.” 

You shake your head with a laugh, “Gee thanks, little sis. But it's nothing to get bent out of shape over. It's just drinks with some friends. I highly doubt Steve or Phil are going to have anything to say about my outfit.” You grab your jacket and put it on despite Kate's commentary about not wearing it. “What? I checked the weather.  It might rain tonight.” 

“I’m sorry, Rach. You’re not going to get another step-mom anytime soon,” Kate says. 

Rachel is hardly paying attention to the conversation anymore so when her aunt speaks to her it takes a moment for her to respond. She shrugs, “It’s okay, Ms. Wanda likes their work uniform. She won’t mind this, I guess. I just thought she deserved better from them.” 

“Oh, she has a name? And she knows Rachel?” Kate says in surprise, happy to be getting the good details now. “This must be serious.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you shake your head. “No, it’s not. I’m not dating anyone, Kate. Stop encouraging this kind of behavior.” You say, frustrated from having to repeat yourself constantly. You never liked this kind of teasing. It makes you uncomfortable and feel like you have something to prove. Besides, it's not fair to the other person who can't defend themselves. You grab your wallet, phone, and keys. “I don't have cash on me so I’ll send you the money for dinner. Thank you for watching her.” You say as you get a text from Wanda that she's already at the bar and sends you her location to double check that it's the right one. You send her a thumbs up. “I’ll be right around the corner so if there's any kind of emergency do not hesitate to call. Okay?”

“Of course,” Kate says. She hands Rachel the bowl of popcorn and gets off the couch. She stands in front of you and pulls you in for a hug. “I’m sorry, I know I tease you a lot but… I just want you to be happy.”

You hold your sister for a second and pull away and smile at her. “I am happy, kiddo. You don't need to be in a relationship to find happiness.” 

She pats your check with a fake expression of pity. “Oh, you are so single. It's sad.” 

You shake your head with a hearty laugh. “Whatever, weirdo.” You step away from her and go to join Rachel on the couch to give your daughter a hug. “I love you, nugget. I'll see you in the morning.”

“Morning? You’re going to be out all night?” She asks in surprise. 

“No, sweetheart. You’ll be in bed by the time I come home.” You tell her with a soft laugh. “I’ll be back here tonight and will be making your favorite breakfast in the morning. Don’t worry.” You tap your finger to her nose and she scrunches her face with a giggle. 

“Okay, have fun!” She gives you one last side hug, careful to not spill the bowl of popcorn. 

Finally, you leave the apartment building and walk a few blocks down to your favorite bar. You used to work there when you turned twenty-one and learned many skills that you don’t use anymore unless it’s to try and impress someone you’re interested in. Especially since the owner has a soft spot for some of his former employees and will let you behind the bar to let you do a trick or two. 

Walking inside The Hub you grow nervous because this will be the first time you and Wanda intentionally hang out together. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to talk about. What if there is nothing to talk about? How are you supposed to continue to go to her house and eat her food if she hates you after this? Steve is sitting at the bar talking with Phil. You met Steve when working here, he was the one who trained you in mixology. 

Steve served in the military before you met him here. His usual story is that he only enlisted because he didn’t have a direction at eighteen and needed something to help him make good money early in life. The real story is that he spent the majority of his life training to be in the military. His entire family is in the military, it was all he knew. But once he was actually in battle he realized that life wasn’t for him. When he finished his six year commitment to the Marines, he didn’t renew his contract and hasn’t spoken to his family because of it. To say they didn’t approve would be an understatement.  

“Rogers!” You greet him happily. You do a quick handshake and pull each other into a half hug. “It’s been a while, I’m glad you could make it out.” You sit next to him. 

“I’ve been good, Peggy and I just got a place together,” he says with a grin as he takes a sip from his beer. 

“That’s awesome man,” you congratulate him. 

“Wow, it’s like I don’t exist,” Phil says as he sets a glass down in front of you and pours your favorite drink for you. 

“I was going to get to you,” you laugh at his impatience. “How’s it been, Coulson? The place looks busy. I can’t even find the person I invited out.” You look around to find Wanda and her friend but have no luck from where you’re sitting. 

“Yeah, business has been good,” he says with a frown as he throws his rag over his shoulder. 

“Why does that sound like it's a bad thing for you?” Steve picks up on the bar owner's mood. 

Phil leans on the bar and sighs. “My daughter is home for the summer and she needed a job but no one was willing to hire her so I thought what’s the worst that could happen? Turns out, it’s this.” He points to the crowd of guys that keep looking over at the bar to catch a glimpse of Phil’s daughter and you laugh as you realize that the ratio of males to females is not what you’re used to at this place. 

“Where is she?” Steve asks and you nudge him as you shake your head. “What? I just want to see her. It’s been a while. Geez, I’m in a committed relationship, Y/n.” 

Phil looks at Steve, “No one is seeing my daughter tonight. She isn’t scheduled to come in. I’ve made sure to give her all Friday’s to Sunday’s off.” He says proudly. You point out the room full of customers that don’t know and he laughs. “I’m not going to tell them that. I still need to keep this business afloat.” You nod with a smile as someone comes up from behind him and you recognize her from the photos that Phil has in his office. She is much more mature now than she is in those photos and you can see why she draws in a crowd. You clear your throat to get Phil’s attention and point her out to him. He spins around. “Daisy! I gave you the day off! Why are you here?” 

“Calm down, Grant asked me to cover his shift. Besides, these are the busiest nights and I can make great tips,” she explains as she ties her apron on. Her and Phil have a quiet argument and you and Steve watch in amusement. 

As guys come to crowd the bar you and Steve step away and you are reminded why you’re there in the first place. She is across the room, sitting in a booth in the corner chatting with her friend. Wanda looks up and the two of you make eye contact and you smile as you grab Steve’s attention. A soft blush warms her cheeks and she looks away from you. “There she is,” you tell him. Steve isn’t sure who you’re looking at so he lets you lead the way. You join her and her friend in the round booth. “I’m sorry it took so long to find you. This place isn’t usually this busy. Believe me, I used to make the worst tips here.” 

Wanda laughs, “Okay, I’ll just have to take your word for it.” The two of you stare at each other for a moment. Not sure how to act around each other in this setting. She takes a drink from her cup and points to her friend. “This is my best friend, Carol Danvers. She’s in the Air Force.” You reach your hand across the table to introduce yourself, mentioning that it was an honor to meet her.

“An honor?” Steve scoffs in offense. “I served six years and you never said it was an honor to meet me.” 

“That’s because you’re a nightmare,” you retort. 

“I will have you know, I am a delight,” Steve defends himself. “I’m Steve Rogers by the way.” He offers his hand to Wanda first then Carol. “I know, it's an honor to meet me.” The girls laugh at his joke and you shake your head. 

You turn to Wanda, “I’m sorry about him. Now you can see why I'm in search of some new friends.” 

Wanda nods with her eyebrows raised, “I won't lie, I half expected you to bring Rachel's mom or my brother.” She admits in a laugh. “So, how'd the two of you meet?” 

“Here,” you state as you sip your beverage. “We used to work together here.” You tip your glass to her friend who is engrossed in a conversation with Steve about basic training and sharing war stories. “How did the two of you meet?” 

Wanda looks at Carol and then looks back at you. “We met at a party in high school,” she shrugs. “We didn't go to the same school, we just knew a few of the same people and became friends that way.”

“Oh that's cool. Which high school did you attend?” Wanda tells you about the high school she attended in another state. Then she goes into how she made her way out here. That she got into the university here and that's where she met Vision. How she got into architecture. She talks about how her parents weren’t ever married and that her father moved out here when she was in middle school. Which is part of what influenced her choice in university. Explains how Pietro followed along shortly after and worked under their father to prepare to take over the construction business for him. 

Before she can continue on with her life story, Daisy comes over to the table with a notepad and a few menus. “So my dad is having a bitch fit and now I'm your personal server tonight. Here,” she tosses the menus onto the middle of the table. “I will be back every five minutes. Go.” She walks away and you laugh. 

“The service is wonderful here,” Carol says sarcastically. 

“Oh yeah, definitely employee of the month,” Wanda chimes in and the two women share a look before laughing at each other. Steve makes a funny face to you and you shrug because you have no clue what their inside joke is. Wanda grabs a menu and turns to you. “What would you recommend?” 

“The loaded nachos and that’s it,” Steve cuts into the conversation. 

You nod, “Yeah, that’s the only thing that doesn’t go in the toaster oven.” 

“A toaster oven?” Wanda scoffs at the idea that an establishment would be allowed to get away with such a thing. But you nod, not showing any sign of the information being a joke. “Wow, okay. Loaded nachos then.” 

“My goodness! There you two are!” A woman says as she gets close to the booth. “I have been to three bars looking for you guys. What are we doing here?” She slides in next to you on the booth and she gives you a flirty smile. “Oh, hello,” she winks at you then she leans on the table to talk directly to Wanda. “Now I know why you were ignoring my texts.” She returns her attention to you, “Tell me cutie, are you single?” 

Wanda bursts out laughing at your uncomfortable expression as the strange woman strokes your arm. “Agatha, pump the brakes. This is the friend I told you about.” 

Agatha stops trying to flirt with you and her eyes widen. “Oh! You’re them! Oh, honey why didn’t you say anything,” She swats your shoulder as she lets out a boisterous laugh. Agatha holds her hand out to you, “Agatha Harkness, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” 

You accept her hand and shake it quickly before dropping it. “Nice to meet you as well, I’m Y/n.” 

“Oh honey, I know who you are.” She directs her next words to Wanda. “You told me they were cute but you didn’t say they were hot!” 

You look at Wanda with raised eyebrows and a teasing smirk. “Yeah, explain yourself, Wanda.” 

Wanda opens and closes her mouth as she blushes. She knew she shouldn’t have used any sort of compliment as a descriptor. “I never said Y/n is cute.” She says as she points her finger at Agatha. 

“Right, you didn’t say cute,” Agatha gives her a big wink. 

“If it evens the score, Y/n told me that Wanda is very pretty,” Phil chimes in as he comes over with a tray of drinks. You had told him the kind of drink you wanted Wanda to try when you texted him earlier about being here. He said that he’d have them ready once you lasted more than ten minutes at the table with her. “If you ask me, Y/n is a little smitten.”

You shake your head, “It’s a good thing no one asked you then.” Steve makes an ooh sound, Carol laughs and Wanda appears a little impressed. “Thank you, Phil. I appreciate everything you do.” You rush out with an apologetic smile. 

“You’re lucky I know you,” he says after he clears the tray. “Otherwise I’d pay Steve here to throw you out of here.” 

“Oh please, you wouldn’t have to pay me.” Steve says as he grabs his glass, “I’d gladly do it for free.” 

You nod your head, “Yup, these are the people I call my friends.” 

The two men laugh and Daisy returns to the table. “Know what you want yet?” She asks with her notepad and pen ready. 

“Two orders of loaded nachos please,” Steve says. “And a side order of your number,” he winks. Phil smacks the back of Steve’s head. “Ow! I was joking!”

“Behave, I won’t tell you twice,” Phil says unamused while the rest of you try to not laugh. 

Steve salutes him, and then looks at Daisy. “I’m sorry, we’ll just have the nachos, please.” 

The night continues like that, with humorous bits and teasing. Daisy returns every few minutes to check on the table and you order a couple rounds of shots that you want Wanda to try.  You watch her to see if she likes them and when she makes a comment about how you know good drinks Steve points out that you have a home court advantage. To which Carol suggests a change in venue for an even playing field. You pay for the nachos and some of the drinks as Wanda refuses to let you cover the entire bill. 

As you’re leaving The Hub, Daisy pulls you aside while everyone else walks out. You look at her confused and she writes her phone number on a paper in the notepad. She rips it out and slips it in your pocket with a sultry, “Call me.” You find the gesture to be a little funny but you don’t reject her right there. You figure that you’ll probably never use the number. Out of respect to her father and to her. You thank her and walk out the door to catch up with your group. 

As they’re walking Wanda thinks of something to ask you and turns around only to find you missing from the group. She looks around and sees the interaction between you and Daisy through the window. Her eyes widen when she sees the girl stick her fingers in your front pocket. She feels a pang of jealousy but she isn’t sure that’s exactly what she is feeling. Maybe she was feeling off from all of the alcohol they were mixing. Why would she be jealous of you getting some girl's number? You seemed close with her father, so you could be receiving that number for any reason. And yet, she couldn’t shake the fact that seeing that intimate interaction bothered her. When you appear in front of her asking where the five of you are headed off to next, she has to snap herself out of her head. She shrugs because she was so focused on herself that she wasn’t paying attention to the rest of them.

Steve points to a place a few buildings down that the group of five make agree to and their way over. This place was more of a nightclub and there is a crazy long line to get inside which you were completely fine with. It gave you some time to talk with Wanda while waiting. She asked you a lot of questions this time, to get to learn more about you. All you talk about is how you’re from this city and go into the details of your family. How you didn’t like being a child of a bitter divorce and that you wanted better for your daughter. Then you talk about the different types of jobs you’ve had since you were fifteen. And you reveal how you’re working towards a business degree at the community college because you’ve always wanted to start your own handmade furniture business. Steve hypes up your work when he overhears that part of the conversation. You awkwardly thank him and next thing you know, the five of you are inside the club. 

Once inside, you hate it immediately.  The music is loud making it difficult to hear. It’s hot and the air is thin. It was hard to breathe in anything other than the aroma of alcohol and the smell of other people’s sweat.  The place is full and cramped with sweaty bodies knocking into or grinding on each other which makes it hard to stick together. The flashing and rapidly moving lights are unpleasant and difficult to see through. Wanda grabs the collar of your shirt and roughly pulls you close so that you can hear her, “Can we leave?” 

You nod without hesitation and turn around to tell the rest of them that it’s time to go but Carol, Agatha, and Steve have disappeared in the crowd. Wanda grabs onto your jacket with a tight grip so she doesn’t lose you while you search for the other three. You spot Agatha first, she is grinning as she dances provocatively with some random man. Next you spot Carol smiling at a woman as she leans against the bar. Lastly, you find Steve getting excited about spotting a group of guys he recognizes. It’s as if those three were in this place for longer than a few minutes and made themselves very comfortable in the environment. 

You wrap your arm around Wanda’s waist to pull her close to talk, “I think we’re just going to have to wait outside for them.” Wanda nods and agrees telling you that she just wants to get out. You guide her through the many bodies that are colliding together as they dance to the booming music until the two of you are finally outside. “Oh my goodness I never thought I was going to breathe fresh air again!” You exaggerate once you’re free. 

Wanda laughs, “Oh man I had no idea that’s what those were like! I don’t really see the appeal of a place like that!” 

“We’re not drunk enough to enjoy it,” you shrug. 

“I guess not,” Wanda looks at you. “Were you a person that could handle a club like that?” 

You look back at the building and know that there are photos of you in that place somewhere online so there was no point in lying, it was a part of your life that you’re not proud of but a part no less. You nod, “Before my divorce, no way. I was a full-time parent and spouse. After my divorce however…” you drag out as you’re not sure how else to put it. Wanda nods in understanding but you feel like you still have to explain yourself. “Those first few weeks with no family to come home to were so lonely. I’m sure you know how it is. That quiet and isolation is so suffocating. So, yeah, I lost myself in a place like this.” You think back on that time and your reaction to going into that place back then is very different from how you reacted just now. “It’s been a while though and honestly, I cannot tell you how I did it. I don’t know how they’re doing it now!” 

Wanda laughs in agreement, “I guess it’s fun for some people. A nightmare for others. And an escape for those who need it.” 

“That’s an interesting observation,” you say. “Did you ever do stuff like this before having the boys?”

Wanda makes a face and looks back at the building then back to you, “No,” she drags the word out.“It always seemed like my worst nightmare and well… I was right.” 

You nod, “Yeah, it doesn't seem like your kind of thing. Sorry about that, I probably should have shut this idea down.”

“Don't be, I could have said something, I mean we were waiting in line for like an hour. I was curious and now I'm not.” She says with a shrug. Wanda looks around the street and spots another bar with a calmer setting that also has an outdoor option. “Want to go there?” She points it out and you look it over a bit. If you get a spot close to the railing, Steve and the girls will be able to see the two of you from the club when they exit. 

“Sure,” you offer your elbow for her to take. Wanda accepts it and makes a comment about chivalry and you laugh. The two of you cross the street and enter the establishment. It’s the type of place where you have to wait to be seated. So you tell the hostess two for outside and she grabs a couple menus and leads you to the empty corner table you had spotted from the club. You thank her and pull the chair out for Wanda, she looks at you funny. “What? You’re the one who said chivalry wasn’t dead. I have to continue to keep it alive.” 

“That’s too bad,” she pulls the other chair out, “because now it’s my turn.” She pats the back of the chair, “Have a seat, Y/n.” You look at the gesture and happily accept it. Wanda walks around to claim her seat, “There, now we’re even.” 

“Are we? I wasn’t keeping score,” you open the menu and start to look it over. You have only been here a couple of times and are still relatively unfamiliar with what they carry.

Wanda sits there and stares at you for a moment as read the menu. Not knowing the impact your words had on her. Most of her life has been an ongoing score board. If someone did something nice for her she made certain to do something even nicer, expecting them to do something in return. That’s just how relationships and friendships seemed to happen in her life. It wasn’t until halfway through her marriage with Vision that she realized that behavior wasn’t exclusive to good deeds. The amount of bad things they did to each other until the end of it when Vision won and continues to win… Cracks are starting to break through the rose colored lenses. 

“Can I get you two anything to drink to start?” A handsome waiter with a winning smile asks, breaking Wanda out of her thoughts. You tell him that you’re going to have a glass of water and one of the local IPA’s. “And for the pretty lady?” The man doesn’t hide that he is checking her out and though Wanda is flattered by the attention, she wasn’t comfortable with it being from him. 

“I’ll just have water,” she says shyly. 

“Actually, cancel the IPA, I’ll just have the water,” you change your order. You don’t want to be drinking anymore alcohol if Wanda is stopping. “And I’ll add an order of the grilled bread and good olive oil.” You notice that the waiter isn’t taking his eyes off of Wanda and you notice how she seems to shrink under his gaze. “Would you like another appetizer, honey?” you clear your throat as you ask. Not comfortable with using the term of endearment. Wanda sits up as it sounds foreign from you but she notices that the waiter has finally stopped looking at her. 

“Oh um, yeah, babe, you know what I like,” she tries her best to play along as she looks over the appetizers. “You’re so silly, you know that I like the-the… oh! White truffle garlic bread. That’s what I’ll have. For us,” she reaches across the table for your hand, “to share.” You bite your lips to keep from laughing as you nod and throw in a wink. 

“Will that be all for now?” The man’s flirty demeanor has changed to a more professional one and you know that although the both of you are horrible at pretending, you’ve been able to pull it off. 

“Yes, that’s all for now, thank you,” you say politely. He walks away and once he’s gone, you can’t help but laugh a little. “Oh I think we hurt his feelings.” 

Wanda smiles and hums, “That’s what he gets for being creepy.” She removes her hand from yours. “Thank you for that, by the way.” 

You wave her gratitude off, “It’s nothing. He should be focused on his job and not making his customers uncomfortable.” 

Wanda crosses her arms and leans on the table, “Did you ever pick anyone up when you were a bartender?” 

You laugh and shake your head, “No, I was still married when I started the job and then I was enjoying being out of a relationship when the divorce happened. I got to learn a lot about myself in that time.” 

“Have you dated since your divorce?” 

“I have been on a few dates. But I haven’t committed to a relationship since Jean,” you admit. “And it’s not because I still have feelings for her. Things between us ended for a reason and we’re still friends. That’s what we were always meant to be. But I haven’t met someone that I could introduce to her.” 

Wanda makes a face, “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, when she started dating, she kind of made up a system to weed out the people she wasn’t sure if they would work out or not. If she didn’t think she could introduce them to me without a doubt that I would be comfortable with them being around Rachel, then she wouldn’t pursue it. Now she’s happily married to the woman of her dreams,” you elaborate. 

“Huh,” Wanda says. The waiter returns with a pitcher of water to fill two glasses and the two plates of appetizers. When he disappears she continues the conversation. “I’ll probably be single forever then,” she says before she drinks her water. 

You laugh as you chew on the bread, “Oh yeah, that system is not designed for people like Vision.” 

Wanda shakes her head, “Nope. I’m sure he already has a file of every bad thing you’ve ever done prepared for drop off on Sunday.” 

“Oh gosh, so you’re saying I shouldn’t have accepted that follow request from hotgurl69?” You say with a smirk. 

Wanda stops chewing and stares at you with uncertainty, “You’re joking.”

“No, I’m not,” you grin as you pull out your phone to show her the obviously fake account that followed you during the week. It had a couple of posts of an objectively attractive woman but not someone that is your type. You hand it to Wanda and she shakes her head in disbelief as she looks it over. “I didn’t actually allow the account to follow me but oh that was something to see when I got back.” 

“He is a nutjob,” Wanda says under her breath. She blocks the account just for her sanity. “I am so sorry about that,” she returns your phone to you. “That’s ridiculous, he is such a child.” 

“There you guys are!” Carol says with a girl under her arm. “These are my friends. That’s Wanda and that’s… Wait. What’s your name again?” She points to you and you smile as you introduce yourself to the girl. 

“Hi, I’m Maria Rambeau,” she says with a grin. “It’s nice to meet you guys!” 

“Likewise,” Wanda smiles. 

“We’re about to head out, I just thought I’d tell you so you didn’t assume the worst. Also, Agatha went home with some Ralph guy. I don’t know. But have fun,” Carol waves as she walks away fast so that Wanda can’t convince her to stay. You and Wanda laugh as the group has gone their separate ways for the night. 

You look at your phone to send a message, “I should probably check on Steve and oh! His girlfriend had an emergency and he went home.” You close the phone and put it in your pocket. “I guess it’s just you and me, that is unless you’re ready to go home.” 

Wanda looks at the half eaten bread on the table, then to the busy street full of people walking by and businesses that are alive, and then at you. Smiling at her with kind eyes that make her feel special. Eyes that make her nervous in the best possible ways. “No, I’m okay to stay a little longer,” is what she wants to say. But she isn’t sure what would happen if she did stay. How would the night end with just the two of you past this point? Would the two of you go on a stroll and continue to talk? Will there be a moment where the two of you get swept up by some romantic setting and she does something stupid like kiss you? She doesn’t want to risk this growing friendship for something so silly. Besides, you and her brother will be at her house tomorrow fixing her wall. She has already looked foolish in front of you plenty of times in the few weeks that you’ve known each other. She doesn’t need to add to that list tonight. 

“Actually, I am a bit tired. Knowing Pietro, I’ll be waking up at six in the morning to let him in,” Wanda explains. “This was really nice, thank you for inviting me out. I haven’t had the courage to do something like this in a while. We should do it again sometime.”

“Yeah, and hopefully something that keeps everyone interested and engaged,” you reply. “I’ll cover the bill, we don’t want to give prince charming over there any reason to make some move on you because I can’t pay for your meal,” you say as you pull out your card.

“Ah well, it’s only appetizers,” she remarks. “If I were him, I’d probably say something about the lack of a three course meal.” 

“Oh, no worries,” you say as you wave the waiter over. “I’m two steps ahead of you.” The waiter approaches and you ask for the bill. He makes a face stating that you’ve only ordered appetizers. “Yeah, we got a call from the sitter,” you start and glance at Wanda to see her start to smile. “Six kids is a lot to handle for one person. We rarely ever get to have an uninterrupted evening like this,” you lie easily and Wanda tries to hide her amusement. 

“Yeah,” she adds with a disappointed sigh, “And can you believe we’re expecting seven and eight?” She reaches across the table again for your hand and squeezes it with excitement. 

The waiter's eyes widen, “Wow uh, congratulations! You could never tell. Since this was a celebration, you know what, the meal is on the house.” You are surprised and insist on paying but he clears the table and allows you and Wanda to leave without paying. 

The two of you walk to the end of the street where you’re headed in opposite directions. “My apartment is that way,” you point to the building you’ve called home for the past year and a half. Wanda nods as she makes a comment about the building looking nice. Then she turns and points to the parking garage where she parked her car. “I will see you tomorrow then,” you say awkwardly, not really sure how to end the night. 

“Tomorrow,” she repeats, “Goodnight, Y/n.” Wanda walks away and you head home after bidding her a goodnight as well.

When you walk in, the place is quiet other than the soft volume of the television that Kate is watching. “So? How’d it go?” she asks in a whisper. 

You shrug as you remove your jacket, “It was fun. Her friends ended up finding people to go home with and Steve had to head back to Peggy. Wanda and I got to spend some time alone and it was nice. Plus, do you remember Daisy? Phil’s daughter?” You are sitting next to your sister on the couch now. Kate nods as the name rings a bell. “Well she’s home from school and she gave me her number.” 

“Oh, she has had a crush on you forever,” Kate admits. 

You make a face, “Really?” You don’t want to believe your sister, especially not since she is constantly making comments on your lack of a love life. But it does explain why she made the move on you when you hadn’t shown any interest in her all night. “Oh well, I’m not going to call her anyway.” 

“Why not? Things go well with Wanda?” She tries to see if you’ll admit that there is anything more than friendship between you and Wanda and you roll your eyes at her attempt.

“You’re insufferable, you know?” Kate shrugs and asks again why you’re not going to use Daisy’s number. “One, it’s none of your business and two she’s Phil’s daughter. That’s weird, I consider him a friend. I can’t just date his little girl without him knowing. Then I can’t end things with her if he does. It’s way too complicated.” 

“Is it? Or are you making it complicated?” Kate challenges and not having the energy to even try to argue with her, you get off the couch. 

“I’m going to bed. You know how to use the pull out,” you walk to your room. “Goodnight,” you call out to her behind you.

Chapter 6

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How do you think Mobius will live his life in the timeline? Many theorize that something happens to Don and Mobius takes his identity so his sons live with a father. I prefer that Mobius reflects on his old life, realizes he can’t live it, and creates his own life.

Oh, boy, Anon. I have a lot of fanfic ideas for this, but let's get into the meta-analysis side of this before we get into the rabbit hole that is my washer-dryer machine of an imagination.

Mobius is not doing well. He is going through the stages of grief. I've written an extensive meta here regarding the darker aspects of his character and how he's at risk by the end of the series. I also wrote a brief meta here regarding how his grief might manifest.

With this in mind, I actively HATE the idea of Mobius spiraling to the point he becomes "corrupted". I don't what Michael Waldron did to Wanda. I guess you could make the argument that it would be interesting to see a man emotionally unravel in such a way, but I hold Mobius's unshakable kindness dear in my heart. I don't ever want him to lose it because it is essentially his superpower.

[Sidebar: comics canon House of M notwithstanding; Marvel and DC comics canon are consistently horrible in their characterization of exceptionally powerful women: Wanda Maximoff Jean Grey/Phoenix; Carol Danvers/then Ms. Marvel; Rogue; on and on; I'll throw Sylvie in here, too, because why not, it's true.]

I see Mobius mourning Loki for two years. Two years because, statistically, that is how long it takes for most people who've lost an intimate loved one to get out of clinical depression. During this period, I see him losing weight, wandering aimlessly between timelines, trying and failing to copy Don's life by taking a job that involves jet skis or aquatics more generally. B-15 would make a point to check-in on him and know he's not doing well, but Mobius, because he does not want anyone to worry about him, because he is used to being the person who keeps people together, insists he's fine.

MY FANFIC IDEA

I see Mobius eventually recognizing he needs a therapist, which he will find ironic and deeply troubling, but he's not about to give up on trying to live for Loki's sake.

And in his conversations with his therapist and B-15, Mobius will come to realize that he can still use his key strengths outside of the TVA: analyzing people, deconstructing what makes them tick, using that knowledge to help the other person, similar to a therapist but more active in support. Mobius is very well-suited to become a social worker of troubled and at-risk youth. I think he should pursue this and ...

Mobius will choose a branched timeline in the late 90s/early 2000s. There, he will meet a war-orphaned, thirteen year-old Wanda Maximoff, who is friendless and struggling to understand the nature of her powers (magic). Mobius is drawn to her right away. It takes time, but he eventually gains Wanda's trust.

Red. Red is Wanda's color. It's in her hair, her cheeks, her magic. Now that red reaches Wanda's eyes, filled with tears her anger stoppers. "You saw what I can do. What I did. The other kids call me a 'witch' 'cause that's what I am. A witch. A monster."

Mobius sits next to the young girl on the stoop. The sun winks at them through the green tree boughs, and he wonders, for a moment, what Loki might think of him now, finding solace in a child who needs solace.

"That's not true. You're not a monster, but I tell you what: witches are pretty cool." Mobius grins, knocking his knee against hers. The fabric of his slacks shakes, still too loose. "Y'know, my best friend has magic just like yours, except it's green instead of red."

Wanda peers at him, hopeful and dubious. "Really?"

"Yup. He had a tough time, too, being different." He leans closer to her, sharing a secret. "But things got better. You should've seen him. He was--is-- magnificent. You're magnificent."

Her lips purse into an embarrassed smile. She drops her head, thoughtful, and tucks her hands beneath the fold of her knees. "Where is he now? Do you still see him?"

The question is innocent, as all things are with a soul of thirteen. She doesn't mean to hurt him. Mobius knows this. So he takes the thorn of her words and presses it against his ribcage. His throat works. The ache comes and goes but never fully abates.

"Well," Mobius sighs. "He had to move on. Life is like that sometimes. People come and go. Things happen and ... there's not much you can do except hope they're okay. That they're happy and safe."

He can't look up. Not at the tree or the sun. He worries if he does, he'll start to cry, and that won't do when this girl who reminds him so much of his wily god has finally cracked a smile.

"C'mon," he says, rising to his feet. "Let's get you something to eat."

"McDonald's?" Wanda brightens.

Another thorn. He takes that one too and thinks of pretty roses.

"Whatever you want, kiddo."

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[anki-of-beleriand]

The house at the edge of the world ch. 13

Summary: Y/N is the owner of an Airbnb at the edge of the world, a place in which Wanda would either heal or become what everyone is afraid of.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff/SW! x Female!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI! +18, angst, drama, slow burn, friends to lovers, pregnancy, romance, fluff, mentions of depression and self harm, healing, R owns an Airbnb that welcomes many known characters from Marvel, R has powers, Wanda needs healing, and so does R. More warnings as the story progress.

Author's Note: Hello people! I know it has been quite some time, I do apologise about that. Life has not been easy and I have been living some hardships that prevent me from writing here, but not from writing on my notebooks, so I'm trying to get everything orginize and back into the different chapters of the stories.

This chapter is just a small moment of separation, and realization. I hope you guys like it. The end is almost here, remember English is no my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes. Thank you for reading!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 -Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 14 - Epilogue

Chapter 13

Why are you fighting for?

Who are we fighting for?

There was not a single sound.

Darkness surrounded her, while tight straps of leather and heavy chains tied her to a wall. She felt panic rising inside her mind the moment she realized she could not call upon her powers. Her body tensed, fighting against the bonds keeping her in place. It took her a moment of struggle to finally understand there was no possible way out of this trap.

She took a deep breath, but her mouth never uttered a single word.

For some reason, she knew she was alone.

Her head was hurting, dizziness was taking over her senses while she recalled the events leading to her current situation. She remembered the helicopters, the screams, and the explosions; the pain of electric discharge running through her body made her lose the control she was holding over her magic. The heavy weight of something hitting her head made her staggered and then…

You were running towards them; she was confused but she tried to warn you.

Another discharge of electricity and Wanda was out.

The young woman didn’t need to wonder further to know in what kind of situation she was in. This only made her struggled against her bonds, if she had been kidnapped then there was only one person of doing such a thing. Wanda felt panic again, this time around she fought to get a hold of her powers only to feel a current of burning electricity moving from her neck through her head.

The memory of the Raft came right into her mind, and she understood why she could not use her powers.

She tried to move her neck, the weight of the device tied to it was now easily detected. Wanda clenched her jaw holding back the scream of frustration that wanted to leave her lips. Never before had she felt so vulnerable, her powers had become such an important part of herself that being unable to reach for them told her she was really in big trouble.

The sound of footsteps and heavy metal being scratched caller her attention, her whole body tensed and once more the pain from the device attacked her head making it impossible for her to hold back her protests of pain.

“Please, try to now overexert yourself, Wanda.” The voice of a familiar man reached her ears, though it took her some time to get used to the blinding lights in the room. “I would hate for you to be unconscious and unable to use your full potential before I have a chance of using it.”

Wanda tried to lift her head, and after a couple of minutes and intense pain crossing her face, she could finally do it.

“Hayward.” She mumbled through clenched teeth, the man tilted his head unimpressed his lips curled up in a satisfied smile.

“Hello, Wanda. I’m glad I was finally able to find you and have you as my guest.”  The man stood right in front of her, and Wanda finally realized the precarious state she was in.

The room was circular in form, with white walls and LED lights hanging from the ceiling. She had been strapped to a wall but was put in such a position that she was facing a surgical bed and a couple of instruments and machines she was afraid to identify. The man in front of her stepped aside, his eyes gleaming with emotion when her clear eyes fell upon the lifeless body that had been Vision.

Wanda felt her heart drop at the sight, she had seen him like this before.

The moment she tried to recover his body and was denied the closure of a funeral for the man she had loved with her life. Her eyes filled with tears, fear and uncertainty pocked at the back of her mind while Hayward stood right in front of her.

“Now that I have your full attention, how about we have a small conversation.” Hayward tilted his head ignoring completely the glare Wanda was sending his way. “I am sure we can get into an agreement and this situation would end in something beneficial for the both of us.”

“As soon as I am out of here, I am going to make you pay for everything.” Wanda warned holding back her anger such as to not activate her powers.

Hayward sighed shaking his head while making a gesture with his hand, “that was an unfortunate answer, Wanda. I really want your cooperation willingly; however, I am not beyond into obtaining it by force.”

Not sooner had he said this the device around her neck activated, and the screams of Wanda filled out the room. The young woman clenched her eyes shut, but her body ignited with a fire she didn’t recognize, and her hands burnt intently while a spark of red magical mist left her fingertips.

“It seems we can work something out.” Hayward said turning around to one man dressed in a white lab coat. “Keep trying until we can get from her what I want.”

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You woke up startled, your mouth opening to take a deep breath.

The side of your body was hurting, and the world around you was dancing in front of your eyes. Nausea hit your stomach the moment you sat down, your eyes clenched closed for a moment while you tried t get a hold of your surroundings and the situation at hand.

An explosion. A fight.

Wanda!

You didn’t have time to react, a hand placed itself on your shoulder and you were forced to lift your head and see the concern glare from Ajak pinning you to the place you were sitting on.

“Wanda…” You stuttered but the older woman merely shook her head, you tried to stand up again but she pressed you back with a strength you were always surprised to find in her.

“Stay still. You were hurt badly. I have taken care of most of your wounds, but it wouldn’t do any good if you were to force yourself at the moment.” Ajak went back to the previous position on the chair, you blinked away your dizziness before noticing you were in your room.

The place was a mess, but it seemed as if nothing in there was broken beyond repair. The older woman turned around tilting her head and making a face.

“The living room and the guest house were destroyed.” She pressed her lips together, her eyes burning with emotion before they settled on you once more. “I have called them already; they will be here as soon as they can.”

You didn’t need to ask who was coming, you knew Ajak had called the family. You weren’t sure who would come to your aid, after all, this was the first time in a very long time one of them had been hurt. What you did know was that you were still family and that was all Ajak needed to let them know what had happened.

Morning was already there, the light of the day sneaked inside the glasses of your bedroom and the sky above your head was still heavy with unleashed storms. You sat down slowly, your heart beating fast while your hands clenched tightly at your sides, you took a deep breath trying to control yourself before demanding answers.

Turning to the right your eyes found those of Ajak, the clarity in them told you everything you need to know. Yet you asked the question burning in your mind.

“What happened to Wanda?”

“We don’t know exactly.” Ajak fixed her position on the chair, ready to stop you from doing something harsh. “No one expected such an attack, this place was supposed to be a secret and Natasha and Yelena are assuring Sprite they were not followed. Though they obviously were, or something else its at play here.”

You scoffed at that, shifting on the bed so your legs were at the edge of the bed. Ajak was on her feet right away, her eyes gleaming strangely while her hand placed itself on your shoulder.

“You’re still hurt.”

“That man, or whoever the hell did this have Wanda.” You lifted your face with determination, the magic inside you igniting a golden fire around your irises. “I need to…”

“Take it easy.” Ajak stated firmly, her hand held up to stop you from any harsh movement.

For a brief instant you defied her with your eyes, your body creating a tension in your muscles which only made the pain increased. Your shoulders fell, eyes downcast before you stood on shaky legs.

“I need to do something, Ajak. Wanda may be in danger and I can’t…” You lifted your face to make sure Ajak could read the emotions running rampage through your system.

The older woman softened her features, her hand lifting up to put a strand of hair behind your ear. She smiled at you nodding towards the bathroom.

“I am not saying to do nothing, I’m just saying take it easy.” She stood back allowing you more space to move. “Go and take a bath, be careful with your wounds and once I have patch you up we will join the others.”

Two hours later you were walking down your hall, your eyes went from the complete destruction that was now your house and the falling drops of water coming from the dark clouds above your head. Your eyes drifted from what used to be your living room to the place where Natasha and Yelena were standing on. Ajak and Sprite had long gone to get everything ready back at their home, the Quinjet waiting in the front yard.

“So, I bet you two have some news, right?” Your eyes gleamed dangerously at the two Widows; Natasha nodded curtly pointing to the jet.

“Hayward has recruited some sympathizers and has been using some of SWORD’s resources to execute his plan.” Natasha went directly to the computer in the jet, her fingertips moving swiftly on the keyboard. “Tony and Monica had been monitoring some of the known bases of the organization, but after five years of leaving the leadership to this man it is quite obvious, he has been preparing for a situation such as this.”

“Which means, whatever he is up to, he is well hidden and almost impossible to track down.” You complemented sitting down with a wince.

“In theory, yes.” Natasha pressed a key and the window transform into a screen showing the map of the world with several dots in red and green.

You glanced at the screen with a frown in place, there was impatience in your posture while your thoughts filled with how much time everyone had wasted without knowing what could have happened to Wanda. Your strength was at half its potential, and your fingertips tingled with the possibility of the answers you could get if you were to get a hold of your powers.

Yelena shifted at your side, and soon you felt the weight of her hand on your shoulder. When you looked back at her she was offering a comforting glance, something you returned with a shaky smile.

“What do you need from me?” You finally asked to the two women, Natasha and Yelena exchanged a quick glance before another voice came in right through the coms.

“We need you to tell us how you can help us in this situation, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

You had heard stories about the man, and you had seen him several times through the news but never before had you had the honour of meeting him much less talk to him. You knew your existence was a secret, it was something Natasha and Yelena had kept to themselves and this had been a great advantage for you to remain anonymous and out of the conflicts happening in the world. But right now, you didn’t care. The woman you had fallen in love with was in danger and it was about time for you to cross that line.

“Nick Fury, the man of many legends.” You replied standing up and walking towards the camera, the sole eye of the man focused on your image and you gave off a half smile. “I can do many things, but you must know each one of them comes with a price.”

“Is that a threat or a negotiation?” He retorted tilting his head unimpressed, you snorted shaking your head while looking around the place before lifting your hand. This time around your fingertips were gleaming gold and your eyes shone with power that many would envy from you.

“It’s a promise.” The electronics around you flickered before everything went back to normal, neither Natasha nor Yelena changed their postures though you were quite sure they would be ready to jump at you if at any point they felt threatened.

It seemed as if Fury thought the same, for the man merely chuckled shaking his head while crossing his arms.

“We do not have time for games, as you can see there are many bases and many spots in which Hayward can be hidden. And there is no time.” He stated leaning. “I am not sure as to what he has planned for Wanda, but last time Wanda lost her control she created a complete different reality in this one.”

“She won’t lose any control of her powers.” The conviction behind your words surprised Fury, you shake your head remembering her progress in the last couple of months. “But it is true that if used incorrectly, her powers can be disastrous.”

“We have monitored some of these bases, and have…” You lifted your hand shaking your head.

“I can find her with a flickered of my hand.”

“You can?” Yelena asked surprised by your declaration, you nodded though there was no a single trace of happiness or smugness in your expression.

Fury tilted his head lifting a single eyebrow at you, “there is a price for that, am I right? And you are not talking about money.”

“That’s right. My powers…” You hesitated for a moment, revealing the extended of what you could do was pretty dangerous so before speaking you measure the extension of the information you could share. “They required concentration, and energy that I didn’t possess an hour ago.”

“Then, we should cut the crap and go down to business, don’t you think?” Fury finally stated, you nodded in agreement sitting down once more and listening to the debrief.

With each passing second you grew inpatient.

It was almost impossible to not think of her at the moment, of her smile and the way her eyes would shine with happiness and tenderness whenever she felt safe. How smooth was her skin, and how warm was her smile; you had fallen into her spell without measuring the consequences. And now, as they spoke about Westview and Hayward, about what they think was going to happen and how Wanda play into all the mess, you couldn’t help but think that this mission would define your fate and hers.

“Y/N?” You lifted your head startled, Yelena was glancing at you with a glint of concern in her eyes. The cockpit was silent, everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

It took you a moment to realize they were waiting for you.

“I will do it on my own. And, under my rules.” You stated glancing at the screen and making sure the man at the other end knew who he was dealing with. “I am not going to be a tool, nor someone you can call on whenever the world is in danger. I am doing this out of selfishness.”

Fury scowled at your words, he lifted his chin and for a moment it seemed as if he was going to fight over your words. But then he dropped his shoulders nodding curtly.

“Very well.”

You turned around leaving the Quinjet with a set of soft steps following you slowly, you didn’t need to turn around to know it was Yelena the one walking right behind you. A part of you knew this was mainly out of duty, but there was also a part of you that knew she opted to do it out of love.

The place was a complete mess, the house that had guarded Wanda the last couple of months was on ruins and ashes, the rain creating pools of blackness while the wind hit your face scratching the tenderness of your skin. Time seemed to stop around you, your footsteps taking you through the ruins of the house and the destruction around you, the burning anger inside your heart was making it impossible to focus on something differently to what had happened before disaster stroke.

You stood in the middle of the hill, glancing at the sky then at the ocean spreading in the horizon. The waters were dark, waves disturbing the calm waters while the salty aroma in the air filled your nostrils. Whatever you heard inside the Quinjet was nothing to what you knew about Wanda and the situation she was in. You knew the moment you started working your magic to find her, she would be a step closer to her previous life than to the one she had started building in Vernazza.

It wasn’t about her going back to her dark path, it was her going back to being a hero.

And you being alone.

You heard footsteps behind you, your body tensed knowing there was no more time to waste. Natasha stood behind you for a moment, her own heart was pressing hard against her chest and she couldn’t help but feel worried for what Wanda might be living at the moment.

“How powerful are you, really?” Natasha finally asked crossing her arms while shooting you a calculating stare.

Your lips quirked upwards; one eyebrow raised just as you turned to face her.

“Powerful enough to find her, to bind her and to destroy her without moving from this spot.” You replied without changing your tone of voice.

Natasha nodded curtly tilting her head to the side, “and all this time, you just remained here without helping others.”

“It was not my place, Natasha.” You furrowed your brows, shrugging. “Not all of us are made to be heroes, and sometimes…we could do more harm than good. My powers are special, like most witches are.”

Natasha scoffed shaking her head without understanding completely your reluctance to be of any help in the past. She had learnt the hard way that being inactive when the world needed you the most might lead to disaster. Innocent people, children, suffering at the hands of injustice and evil individuals that would stop at nothing until they had gotten what they wanted. The Red Room was just one example of this, but Natasha knew more cases in which perhaps more help would have make a difference.

“My powers come with a price, Natasha.” You sighed closing your eyes for a moment before you opened them and the golden light that was your inner strength. Your fingertips created a golden mist while the air around you changed.

It felt heavier, suffocating.

Natasha shivered for a moment, though she never backed down from her position in front of you. You didn’t expect her to do just that, you knew the woman could face whoever she wanted without never showing fear or uncertainty. That was one of the things you like the most about her, Natasha was always ready for action and she was someone you knew you could count on.

At the moment, she was the best bet you had to help Wanda.

“I’ll find her, and you better be ready because I have a feeling this won’t be pretty.” You took a deep breath and then close your eyes ready to concentrate.

After you were taking under Ajak’s wing, they realized you need instruction. There was nothing much Sersi could teach you about magic, it was pretty obvious that due to the nature of your powers you would need powerful people ready to teach you how to handle your powers completely. Thus, after getting used to living with the Eternals, they journey started. You met a lot of people in all that time, but it was actually an old Yoruba woman you met when travelling to Togo. It was thanks to her that you learnt about the magic connecting all beings, and the magic itself tying everyone to what many in modernity called mutants.

When you opened your eyes you could see the different strings around you.

The magic tickled your skin, with a warm waved of air forming around your chest and spreading around your body in an explosion of connections coming to you through your own powers. The first time you did this, you almost died. But now, you were able to separate yourself from the other strings…the many people that had some magic in them, the ones that were powerful, and the ones that were not so much.

Natasha observed with calculating eyes the way you changed your posture, your eyes wide open now shining a deep golden colour. Your hands spread out, fingertips wriggling around while the air around her felt heavier.

The hairs at the back of her neck stood up when your eyes gleamed brighter and your mouth mumbled intelligible words. Then, as soon as it started, it had ended.

You clenched your jaw, breathing hard your clear eyes turned to Natasha’s ones.

“Poveglia.” You mumbled. “And we have to move fast, Wanda is liberating her powers in an erratic way. There is a lot of physical pain and she seems to be losing a battle trying to hold back.”

Natasha nodded turning around, “then let’s move.”

You went right behind her, Yelena was already sitting on the co-pilot seat playing with a knife. She got ready as soon as she saw the both of you entering the Quinjet.

“You got it? That fast?” Yelena sounded surprised, sending you an inquisitive stare you smiled at her. Your lips completely tensed.

“I am good at what I do, Lena.”

Yelena snorted shaking her head and getting everything ready, “I don’t have a doubt about that.”

“Okay, then let’s move it. Fury will send reinforcements to our location. Tony is coming over and…”

“And we need Ajak and Sprite.” You replied nodding back to the town. “You need to pick them up, they are waiting for us in the cost.”

Natasha furrowed her brows, turning to you with some hesitation in her expression.

“I’m not sure that they…” Natasha trailed off, she examined your expression before shaking her head. “What other secrets are there, Y/N?”

“a lot more, that will be kept in that way, Natasha.” You replied standing in between the two Widows. “Let’s go. Wanda doesn’t have much time.”

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Wanda could remember the last time she was torture in such a way.

Hydra had been experimenting on her and Pietro, trying to get the best of their powers by putting them through some hardships that left physical and emotional scars on them. She remembered the time her powers had been taken away from her, the pain of electric shocks through her body whenever she tried to access them and get free from her prison.

It had been the worst experience of her life.

Now, tied to the wall, with the same device around her neck and the death body of Vision on display, Wanda had to wonder why she fought so hard to defend these people. Why she fought so hard to be accepted when many of them wanted to put a number on them, and make sure they could be located it at all times.

When her freedom and privacy would be violated the same way she was being used at the moment.

Her lips parted, and her throat hurt the moment she let out another chilling scream into the room. Her eyes gleamed red and her power was expelled in waves of red mist. Her voice inside her head screamed with the same intensity, and the young woman could sense Scarlet fighting over the binds around her neck.

We need to free ourselves; we need to…

But her voice was losing her intensity.

“I know you can give me more, Wanda.” Hayward entered the room after the last explosion of energy, his eyes fell upon a cylindrical device tied to Vision’s grey body. The man pursed his lips touching the synthetic body before turning his eyes to Wanda. “I thought you love him. It is disappointing that, when giving the chance you decide to say no.”

Wanda took a deep breath, sweat falling down her face while her eyes flickered between red and green. Her glared would have scared the man in front of her if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew he could stop any attempts from her part to harm him. Hayward approached her with a kind smile, though her eyes were completely cold.

“If I were to take off the device…would you be inclined to help?” He asked, not for the first time, the same question.

Wanda took a deep breath, her mind clouding over to the implications of what Hayward was saying. The presence inside her head stirred once more, and she knew Scarlet would kill the man in front of her if they were given the chance to use their powers at its full potential.

“This is not the way…” Wanda breathed out. “Vision…if he comes back, he won’t be your weapon…”

Hayward snorted shaking his head, disappointed at such an answer.

“That’s too bad.” Hayward turned to Vision lifting his chin, arrogance dripping his voice as he spoke. “Your powers may return him to life, but I have made some modifications on that body. He will obey. This is for the greater good, we need a weapon like that to help us against people like you…People who obviously have powers they don’t deserve.”

“Vision would never…” Wanda started but trailed off when Hayward slapped her.

“Vision would do what I tell him to, and you will no longer be of any concern to the U.S government after today.”

Wanda lifted her face, her eyes burning with anger as she clenched her fist closed. In her eyes, the shadow of Scarlet was visible through the red colouring in her irises. The characteristic red mist forming slowly just as she tried to put up a fight against the restraints on her wrists and ankles. Hayward stepped back, his eyes gown wide though his lips pressed together in a thin smile; Wanda shook her head trying to collect her energy and getting herself freed from her current predicament.

“I won’t let you use Vision in such a despicable way, I won’t let you taint his memory!” Wanda struggled even harder, she held back her exclamations of pain feeling the energy moving through her body.

There was power surging through her, and the lights around them flickered through the sheer energy she was using. Hayward opened his eyes in shock, his feet moving back one step at a time not hearing the warning from his team just outside the room.

In no time, soldiers came in with their weapons at the ready all of them pointing at the witch that was now screaming in pain and anger. She was fighting over what had her imprisoned in that room, her mind breaking at some point when the electricity running through her body made it impossible for her to keep holding on.

Hayward let out a sigh of relief, he smiled lifting a hand to stop his soldiers from doing something stupid before moving to towards the door.

“That it’s all you need to do, Wanda.” Hayward smiled pointing to where the body of Vision was resting and the cylinder seemed to be gleaming red. He walked towards the door followed by his guards, with a last glance to a suffering Wanda Hayward exited the room. “Goodbye, Wanda.”

The world had not been fair with her.

Losing her parents, and her childhood was just the beginning of a life that would be filled with uncertainties and hardships. Pain seemed to be the only thing she knew pretty well, as an emotion and a feeling she had learnt to deal with as she grew older. Her body shivered with sweat rolling down her forehead. She didn’t know when it stopped, but it did. And suddenly everything around her was back to being black, the only sound that of her hard breathing.

She had tried.

She really tried to get out of this situation.

Her eyesight became blurry, and she hated the vulnerability she was feeling at the moment. How useless she was without her powers? Without the strength she relied on for so long, would she be able to survive? In a moment of clarity, she didn’t have before Westview, Wanda and Scarlet thought about their lives from the moment they lost their parents.

Falling into the hands of Hydra had been out of desperations, and getting the powers that led them to the Avengers was something that built in them a new purpose. A purpose Wanda lost in the Lagos incident. Every s ingle step she had taken had been wrong, every decision had led to more suffering, to her losing herself and letting others take advantage of who she was. Of what she was.

Until Vernazza.

Until Y/N.

For the very first time ever since she lost Vision, and she went away in the Blip Wanda was happy. She was at peace with herself and her past. She had forgotten the outside world that had pointed their fingers at her in fear and hatred, the ones that had forgotten her as a hero and now were screaming at her like a villain. For the very first time, Wanda understood why Natasha and Tony offered that gateway and the usefulness of such a time.

There was always time for a second chance, there was always time for making a difference and to step aside. Wanda stirred lifting her face, the room was dark still and she wasn’t feeling any strength in her body but now she knew what she had to do. She thought she knew what she wanted, that she was ready to go back to her life as a hero, as and Avenger…to show everyone she was not the bad person many thought she was. For the very first time, Wanda realized she needed to be happy for herself and nobody else.

We have fought many battles, we have faced many enemies but none as big as ourselves. It is time for us to decide who we are, and what we want to do. The voice of Scarlet sounded stronger, more confident that before and Wanda felt her power grow inside her chest.

“I thought we have decided already.” Wanda smiled and she could sense the smile of her alter ego in her mind.

Let’s get out of here, I don’t think she knows.

“I think we made her doubt.” Wanda finished before she took a deep breath.

And when she started gathering her inner strengths, the lights inside the room blinked to live. The body of Vision was completely visible, and there was no more doubts inside her mind. Wanda knew out there someone was looking for her, she knew that as soon as she did something help would come so she only needed time to make a big ruckus and hold until they get there.

With her usual determination, Wanda called upon her power closing her mind and body to the pain just as the lights inside the room started flickering. The device around her neck activated, and her lips opened up to let out a bloodcurdling scream inside the room. Everything in her body hurt, but she wouldn’t stop and push herself to the limit.

Wanda knew she was doing the right thing; she could hear the soldiers and the screaming of orders left and right. She could sense many thoughts, all of them scared or angered, and then just before she lost all consciousness…Wanda felt Y/N.

A flash of gold, a comforting warmth around her body and then only blankness.

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Natasha had seen many heroes with superpowers fight before.

She had seen the good, the bad and the ugly learning how some of these powers could be a destructive forced that she usually thanked were on her side. She had seen Wanda fight, and she had been victim of her mind-altering technique; but never before had she seen what she saw in Y/N.

Poveglia was a small island located it in the venetian lagoon, it was a deserted island that many rumours said it was haunted. In all reality, it had been a secret Hydra based back in the World War Two and had been abandoned once the war was over and the newly founded SHIELD got control of the installations. It was supposed to be abandoned, but over the years it was obvious that the rumours about strange happenings in the island had been fed by those secret Hydra agents that were trying to continue with the groups secret dealings.

It was difficult for Fury to debrief everyone, and to assemble a team that would make sure this island was finally out of commission.

The place was heavily guarded, and Natasha feared it wouldn’t be as easier as she thought at first. That was until Y/N knelt down with a yelp of pain leaving her lips. Ajak was the first one by her side, speaking in a language the Widows didn’t recognize but that seemed to do the job.

“She…she is pain.” You stated through clenched teeth, your eyes gleaming brightly. “We need to…”

Ajak pursed her lips lifting your chin with two of her fingers, “peace, control, and power. Without them, you are nothing, Y/N.”

You nodded curtly standing up, you turned your back to them and walked towards the gate.

“Take care of everyone else, I will take care of this and the enhanced individuals inside.”

“Y/N we should wait…” Natasha started but trailed of when the switch changed and the gate started opening. “Y/N, WAIT!”

You didn’t wait.

Magic had always been a part of your life, you learnt to fight from Thena and Gil, and you had grown to be a great warrior thanks to them. Your frown increased as you landed in the backyard, the golden mist leaving your hands and pinning the soldiers to the ground. Your intention was not to kill, but you had learnt a long time ago that you were not above it.

Whatever you needed to do to keep your precious people safe.

Making your way inside the building was easier than you thought, your footsteps echoed in the building. You could hear the blasting sound of alarms and screams and shoots being fired; whenever you came across one soldier or a group of them, you were quick. Your fighting style was that of a seasoned warrior, and many of them were children before your eyes.

Your first problem was a young man.

He stood in front of you with his face marked by arrogance, his body muscular and filled out to resist heavy fights. He was dressed in black, with a strange armour covering his body and his hand armed with a combat knife. He smiled looking you up and down before assessing the threat.

“You don’t look like much.” He cocked his head to the side; he cracked his knuckles stepping forward before twirling the knife. “You have powers, I give you that. But you’re not the only one.”

You stood there taking a fighting stance, tilting your head to the other side you locked eyes with him. The young man hesitated for a second, before his arrogance was back into the game. He came at you with great speed, you side-step his first attacked barely missing the blade of the knife cutting through the air before he turned to you hitting you square in the face with his closed fist.

Your head bounced against the wall, an exclamation of pain left your lips before you dodged his next attack, that went right through the wall. You narrowed your eyes, this super strength was not something you were used to but at the moment you were more focused on other things.

Your leg lifted up hitting the young man on his back, his face crashing against the wall. You heard the crack of something breaking, but the young man turned as soon as he could and with the same technique he hit you squared on your midsection coming at you before hitting you once more in the face.

“You bitch!” You lifted your face dodging and blocking watching the blood coming down his broken nose. “You will learn!”

You lifted a hand and he stopped dead on his tracks, his eyes opened wide just as you lifted him in the air. Your golden eyes glancing at him with indifference before you pressed him against the ceiling of the place, he tried to struggle but it was useless.

“I could take your life with a single flickered of my hand.” You said coldly, your eyes falling on the knife he had dropped on the ground. “the energy I can sense in you would be enough to fee me for two more lives.”

The young man opened his eyes in terror, his struggling became frantic and you merely scoffed.

“I’m not interested in you, kid.” You stated walking forward. “Where is she?”

You waited for a moment before letting go of the man that soon fell to the ground, the young man was breathing hard. His face to the ground, his body trembling and spasming still quite sensitive to the magic that had pinned him to the ceiling. You turned around kneeling in front of him.

“Where is Wanda Maximoff?”

“Do—down the ha-hall.” He stuttered unable to move, you smiled patting his head like a dog.

“You won’t be able to move for a while, take this time to think over what you want to do next. Humans are not merciful with those who abused their privileges.”

He wasn’t the only one, and as you tried to make your way down the hall to what seemed to be a control room you realized many of these individuals were different. But were not natural, the energy they carried was fake, as if it had been forced through their bodies instead of being born inside them. You scoffed disgusted at the human experiments you seemed to be fighting, but your disgust was directed to the ones behind these poor souls that probably thought they were getting the deal of their lives.

They obtained strength through sacrifice.

Weapons. Tools.

You finally came to your destination, only to find a man standing with a full fledge army pointing their guns at you. This could have been a disaster if it wasn’t for the fact that the moment you stepped forward three different explosions shook the whole prison.

The ceiling came down, and the doors of the lab were thrown off their hinges with a red mist involving the room. Your eyes opened wide, you heard the order and your hand lifted to stop the bullets from reaching you and Wanda.

Wanda that was floating in a room with ropes and chains still hanging from her wrists and ankles, her neck covered with a black gadget and her mouth open in a rictus of pain. You flickered your hand, the magic around you expanded and the screams soon softened down while Wanda now in full Scarlet Witch mode dropped to the ground tired.

You ran to her side, your hand grabbing the collar around her neck.

For a moment you felt the voltage coming from it, and you merely used your inner strength to destroy the artefact and free the woman from it. The world around you kept spinning around, but your magic was protecting you from what was happening right outside.

Now with her in your arms, you could finally see the damage she had undergone.

With bags under her eyes, her face was covered in scratches and blood. She had signs of torture, and you could feel as her vital energy flickered dangerously in and out, as if she had been made to force her power on more than one occasion. Your hand trembled, your fingertips taking some strands of hair out of her face while you swallowed down your emotions.

You could sense others right outside your bubble of power.

You knew you were not alone; you could sense Ajak and Sprite, Natasha and Yelena and the life force of one Tony Stark. Your hand trembled when you moved away the hair from Wanda’s face, she had blood and a black mark on her cheek, anger went through your veins as you realized she had been tortured.

Then, your eyes lifted and you saw him.

The body of Vision.

A piercing pain went through your heart at the thought of Wanda trying to bring him to life. Of you losing her.

You swallowed down your doubts picking her up in your arms, Ajak showed herself in a moment glancing at your wounds and Wanda’s ones. She noticed the urgency in your eyes, and she knew you would not allow a single healing process in you until Wanda was okay.

“I think we better go; I need to see how badly she was wounded.” Ajak said pointing to the yard of the fortress.

“You better bring someone to take the body of Vision out of here and have someone check over the different technologies they have in here.” You spoke looking passed Ajak, Tony Stark stood with full armour and his face barely visible. “I think they had been experimenting with more than AI in this place.”

“Where are you taking her?” Tony asked with his eyes fixed on the redhead in your arms. “She needs medical attention; I can provide her with a good care.”

You scowled at the man, “she is out of energy, her magic had been affected by that disgusting gadget. She needs me and Ajak, Stark. When you have finished with this place, you are more than welcome to join us back home. No soldiers, no traps. Natasha would know how to locate us.”

You didn’t wait for an answer, instead you started walking down the debris helping yourself with your magic to move as fast as you could. No one dare to stop you, and Sprite alongside Yelena guarded your side as you went to the Quinjet that Natasha had been flying around.

Fixing Wanda in your arms, with tears in your eyes you waited until they carried you home.

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Just Let Me Adore You Pt. 4

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: ah just men butting heads

Genre: fluff mostly I think

Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, Bruce, for 3 absolutely blissful years. He’s a scientist and professor who is as smart as he is kind and if anyone asked, you were sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That is until two mysteriously charming men that Bruce swears are dangerous take an interest in you that threatens to turn your entire life upside down. I mean… what exactly are you supposed to do with two gorgeous men telling you something that suggests that basically everything you think you know is a lie? And why does part of you have enough doubt to wonder if they might be telling the truth?

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By the time you enter your apartment you're so deep in your own thoughts you don't hear Bruce slam the door or call your name the first time.

"Maybe I should call my parents." You mutter to yourself.

"Y/n!" You snap your head to him when his voice finally registers.

"What? Why are you yelling?"

"Don't tell me you're actually considering what those lunatics had to say as factual!" Bruce says.

"Well I- I want to dismiss it but-"

"Then dismiss it. Because it's obviously baseless."

"I just don't see why they would lie."

"Werewolves aren't exactly known for their honesty y/n."

"Maybe not but it doesn't make sense Bruce."

"Let's not forget these guys have it out for me. They're obviously trying to drive a wedge between us. To ruin my life or something."

"Bruce, I don't think this is about you." You say quietly.

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, I've met these guys three times and it's only today that they even realized who you were. I don't think they said that with you in mind."

"You really think they only knew who I was today?"

"You think they lied about that too?"

"Why wouldn't they?"

"Why would they Bruce? Are you implying they've known we were together before they even met you? Keep in mind I did see them once before you did."

"I don't know! They're not only telling you you're a wolf but that I already know that, I mean what kind of accusations are those? They're absolutely insane."

"I don't like that you're just... calling them crazy Bruce." You frown.

"You believe them?" Bruce scoffs.

"I don't know. What Steve said... about the hearing and the strength. I mean, what if they're right? What if I am a werewolf?"

"The word of two strangers is going to make you question everything you've ever known about yourself?"

"Supernaturals can usually detect each other can't they?"

"They can also lie." Bruce says. He grabs you by the shoulders and stares at you intensely. "Y/n, these men, they don't know you. They don't know us. Don't let them make you question who you are."

"Maybe you're right." You mutter.

"I am. Trust me." Bruce tells you. You nod.

"This whole thing is so weird." You shake your head.

"I think we should get the police involved."

"And tell them what? Send them where? We don't know anything about them except their names and it seems like Steve and Bucky are exactly who you think they are which means the police won't stop them anyway. With our luck they'll hear about the call before cops can even be dispatched." You shrug.

"I just don't want you to feel in danger." Bruce wraps his arms around you tightly.

"I don't. I'm a little frustrated by how confusing this has become but I don't feel like I'm in danger." You say into his chest.

"If that changes-"

"I will let you know." You say. "I'm gonna call Wanda." You tell him.

"No problem, I'll grab you when dinner's sorted in a few hours." Bruce says and the two of you part for you to go to your room and dial your best friend.

"I saw Steve and Bucky today and they told me I'm a werewolf and that Bruce knows." You tell her as soon as she picks up.

"Well hello to you too." Wanda says.

"Sorry, hi. I just feel like my head is going to explode."

"Because Steve and Bucky think you're a werewolf?"

"Yes. I was gonna call my parents and ask but-"

"Hang on; why would- what do Bucky and Steve know about werewolves?"

"Well I'm pretty sure they are werewolves. At the very least they are supernaturals. They said so. Bruce thinks it doesn't make sense to question my life based on the word of two guys I don't even know. Which I get the sentiment of but I dunno I could clear up my confusion with a phone call very quickly."

"Do you think it had any merit?"

"I- I'm not sure. Steve mentioned my hearing and my strength being... better than average which- is ya know true. But wouldn't I know if I was a werewolf? Wouldn't my parents tell me?"

"Well, I can't answer that question. I think if it's something you really want an answer to you should call your parents. If you think Steve and Bucky are just a little off their rockers then ignore them. I mean how did that come up anyway?"

"We ran into them again and they realized Bruce studied supernaturals which riled them up and they told me people like Bruce are only looking to control or hurt me. Bruce thinks they're lying to drive us apart."

"Well, at least one of them does seem to have a thing for you. If they can plant enough doubt in your relationship that you break up then whichever one of them has a crush on you can swoop in and save the day. Making you question if you can trust him seems like a pretty easy way to drive a wedge between you." Wanda says and when she maps it out like that you think twice about believing Steve and Bucky about any of this.

"Holy shit- that is so underhanded!" You exclaim.

"Yeah, well, all is fair in love and war they say."

"Well they'll have to try a lot harder to destroy the foundation of our relationship." You huff out.

"So, you think they're lying about the wolf thing?"

"I think- that makes the most sense. They find out Bruce studies supernaturals and they, understandably have beef with him over that so they try to turn me against him." You shrug.

"Well, if you believe that, then that's what it is. No need to look into it further." Wanda tells you.

"Thank you. Bruce tried talking me through it but since I know he's in direct opposition to them it's hard to know if his views on the matter are clouded." You sigh.

"Must be stressful." She chuckles.

"Only every two weeks."

"What?"

"Well I realize you and me, we ran into Steve and Bucky the first time a month ago, and then two weeks later Bruce and I ran into them, and another two weeks later- today, we ran into them again. So I think- I'll see them again in two weeks if the strange pattern continues."

"Do you think it's intentional?"

"I dunno, I don't think it's possible. Every time I've seen them it's been in a different place- I mean, they'd have to be tracking me to be running into me intentionally. And why space it out every two weeks?"

"Good point. It's just an interesting coincidence."

"Yeah I'll say." You snort. "I will call you later, I think I'm gonna work on some projects." You tell her.

"Okay! Call if you start having another identity crisis." She jokes.

"Fuck off." You chuckle hanging up the phone. How lucky you are to have Wanda in your life. Not that Bruce is typically ineffective at calming you down it's just- with his personal connection in this situation it's hard to believe his point of view is impartial. Another point of view is exactly what you needed.

~*~*~

You pull down the box of books you're looking for from storage at work. With the box cutter, you tear open the tape and take the open box to the section you're restocking.

"Hey y/n!" You hear Peter before you see him.

"What's up Parker?" You ask, looking at him.

"Well I'm a little confused about how to apply this buy 5 discount. Like what do I do?"

"Oh well it should apply automatically once you scan the sixth book actually but if it doesn't there's a manual code you can enter. Here I'll walk you through it." You stand up and walk towards the register with Peter in tow.

"Hello, sorry to keep you waiting." You say cheerily to the woman standing at the counter with her books.

"Oh no problem!" She smiles.

"Okay so if you've finished scanning them and the discount didn't apply you can just go here and click this and input the code manually." You tell him, typing the code and showing him how to do it. "Your total is going to be $53.71." You say to the customer.

"Oh okay manual code got you. Thanks." Peter nods while finishing the transaction.

"Do you want me to write the code down for you?" You ask.

"Nah I think I got it. My memory is pretty good." He says.

"Alright well I'll go back to shelving things." You say patting him on the shoulder. You hear the bell at the front of the store ring as you walk away from Peter.

"Sunsh- y/n!" The voice stops you in your tracks and you turn around to see Bucky and Steve strolling towards you.

"Steve, Bucky, what are you doing here?" You frown.

"We were in the neighborhood and decided to stop by when we saw you." Steve says.

"You were in the neighborhood?" You narrow your eyes suspiciously.

"Yes, is that so hard to believe?" He chuckles.

"Well, no. But we don't really know each other so there's no reason for you to drop by my job. And honestly with the way you keep hitting on me your behaviour is starting to come off as stalkerish." You frown.

"We know we're intense but you deserve the world and that- hunter could never give it to you." Bucky says.

"Bruce is not a hunter and I'm happy with him. I don't appreciate you diminishing my relationship that way."

"You're happy because he's lying to you and you haven't figured it out." Steve tells you.

"I've known Bruce for years and you're just some guys who complimented me in a sandwich shop one day and haven't left me alone since so excuse me if I trust my boyfriend more than you." You roll your eyes. Bucky holds up a bag that you didn't realize he was holding. "Are you trying to buy my affections?" You ask.

"No, of course not. Who you choose to show affection to is your decision, always, and we would never try to get them disingenuously. We just saw this and thought of you." Steve explains.

"And you just happened to bring it with you on the day you happen to walk into my job?" You cross your arms.

"I was meeting a business associate when I saw you in here so I asked Steve to pick it up on his way to meet me hoping you'd still be in here when he got here. I honestly thought you were shopping in here not working." Bucky offers.

"The more questions I ask the more you guys seem like stalkers." You roll your eyes.

"We really aren't trying to make you uncomfortable but Banner is a risk to your safety." Steve says.

"Hm the two strangers who keep flirting with me and ignoring my relationship and finding me around the city are warning me about my safety. Do you see how that doesn't make sense?"

"You don't think we're going to hurt you." Bucky says.

"I have no idea if you are."

"It wasn't a question. If you thought you were in danger you wouldn't be talking to us like this." He tells you and you force yourself to keep a neutral expression.

"You considered it. Didn't you? That you're one of us. I could see it in your eyes last time we spoke." Steve says.

"No I didn't consider it because it makes no sense and you both need to leave. I've asked you before to quit talking to me, if you're so 'not a danger' to me respect my boundaries and leave me alone." You tell them walking off to finish restocking. You hear the bell over the door ding and a few moments later Peter comes back to where you are.

"Hey uh- those guys left this for you." Peter says holding out the gift bag to you. Reluctantly, you take it from him, your curiosity getting the better of you as you open the bag to find what is clearly jewelry. You open the velvet box to find a necklace, a thin chain holding a sun cutout pendant. It's a gorgeous necklace and yet another reference to their silly radiance compliment. "Do you- know them?" Peter asks.

"Not really. They complimented me once and now I keep running into them. I'm starting to think they're stalking me."

"Are you scared? Do you want to call the police?"

"Nah, police don't help people anyway. All those two have done is call me pretty and give me a gift. No crime has been committed so the police can't do anything even if I wanted to get them involved. Plus I- for some irrational reason don't think they're a danger to me." You shrug. "Can't let them know that though, they're actively trying to destroy my relationship." You hum and Peter can't help but laugh.

"So- you're okay?" Peter asks.

"Yeah I'm okay sweetie. Thanks for checking although, you are the kid in our relationship I'm supposed to be looking after you." You nudge him.

"We look out for each other now." He says with a smile.

"Yeah yeah, go back up to the register, so if someone comes in they know people work here." You chuckle and Peter walks off. When your shift ends and you go back to your apartment, Bruce isn't home yet which is probably best. You haven't figured out how to smoothly mention this run-in with Steve and Bucky. It's a few hours later when you hear the door open and shut.

"Babe! You home?" Bruce calls through the apartment and you pop out of your room to greet him.

"Hi Bruce! How was your day?" You ask kissing him on the cheek.

"Ah it was alright, I was just at the lab really." He shrugs. With the semester over for Bruce the professor, he spends most days working on his supernatural research at his lab.

"Oh hey are you done with that vampire you mentioned a while ago who eats animals? It's been over 3 months at this point, yeah?"

"Actually no, we're still running some experiments."

"Experiments? I thought you didn't experiment on supernaturals."

"Well, wait it's an observational experiment! We're not doing anything he can't consent to. Really we're just testing how dietary changes affect other things like his strength and speed and such. Nothing bad." He shrugs.

"Why would you call it an experiment if you're just observing things." You roll your eyes and he chuckles a bit.

"What's with all the questions? Second guessing my ethics?"

"No! Of course not. I know your research is important to you and I want you to know your interests matter to me." You say walking away. Bruce grabs your hand before you can get far and pulls you towards him again.

"Hey, I wasn't being serious. I just know how you feel about my research so I'm surprised you're asking so much." Bruce says kissing your forehead.

"It matters to you, so every once in a while I'll ask." You smile at him.

"Alright. I appreciate your interest. How was your day?"

"It was fine, work was work." You shrug subtly leading Bruce into the living room.

"Nothing interesting happened today?" Bruce asks.

"Well something happened but I'm going to ask that you sit down for this." You say.

"Why?" Bruce chuckles sitting in the armchair in your living room.

"I'm also going to stand over here, so you have space to pace when you inevitably get up after I tell you." You say walking to a side of the living room, leaning against a wall.

"What's going on babe? You're starting to worry me. Did you wipe a computer or something?" He asks.

"No actually I think you'd react better to that."

"Well that's enough build up. What happened?"

"Steve and Bucky came to my job today." You say.

"What?! They know where you work now?!" Bruce is on his feet immediately.

"It would appear so." You nod. "They said they were in the area and saw me when they walked by- since the front of the store is like- all glass."

"Okay now they must be fucking stalking you."

"I told them that actually."

"You told them you thought they were stalking you?"

"Yes and they insisted they were just in the area and saw me through the window."

"Oh and you believe them." Bruce scoffs.

"Hey don't catch an attitude with me I'm only the victim in this situation." You cross your arms.

"I'm sorry.  Look I really think it's time to get the police involved."

"For what Bruce? You keep saying that but they can't do anything. All Steve and Bucky have done is run into me in public. They compliment me and give me a gift which means what exactly? The police won't do anything until my life is probably in danger. Essentially they'd have to make an attempt on my life for cops to take me seriously."

"By the time that happens it'll be too late." Bruce sighs.

"I don't think that's going to happen."

"What?"

"I don't think they're going to harm me."

"Based on- what exactly?"

"I mean- think about it Bruce, it's been what? Two months since my first interaction with them? If they were going to kidnap me or kill me- what's stopping them from having done it already? You? No offense babe I love you but let's be realistic here they could fucking dog walk you. So it's not that you're a threat. And if they're these big wolfy crime lords with all the connections that come with that they're practically untouchable so it can't be legal repercussions they're worried about. Which leaves us with really just one possibility, the only reason they haven't is because I haven't chosen them. They aren't going to force me to do anything. They've said as much." You shrug.

"They said they wouldn't force you to do anything? And you don't find that specification incredibly manipulative?"

"No because it was in direct response to a question. I asked if they were trying to buy my affections with their silly gift and Steve said my affections aren't to be bought."

"I think it's a bit naive to believe them. Why on earth are you defending them?!"

"I'm not defending anybody. I've been thinking about it and there's nothing protecting me from them besides my own opposition. If they were going to act with force they could've done it a long time ago."

"Lulling you into a false sense of security is-"

"Not necessary for apex predators. They don't need to convince me they're safe for me to be around when they have pretty much nothing standing in their way really. They're stronger than me, and you, they're probably legally invincible, and I mean they found out where I worked pretty easily even if it was a coincidence."

"I just don't understand how you can trust that they aren't going to hurt you just because they said they won't force you to love them."

"I don't trust them and I don't have to! The only person I'm trusting is myself and I would appreciate it if you trusted me too!"

"Of course I trust you!"

"Do you? Because you don't listen to me! Ever since you found out this werewolf mafia might be after you, you've made yourself the end all be all authority on safety and security! Nothing I say about the matter seems to get through to you! I know you worry but why is it that my opinion on the situation is being completely dismissed?!"

"I'm not trying to dismiss you."

"Every time I leave you're more paranoid than me and it's me that they seem to care about! Yeah, they don't like you but at this point, all they've expressed is wanting to get me away from you."

"And that's something you're okay with?"

"No? Who cares if I'm okay with it? I can't control what they do. All I'm saying is to quit acting like I'm incapable of judging the danger of a situation. You keep calling me naive because I'm telling you to calm the fuck down. I've lived a lot more years without you than I have with you and I live every day with the knowledge that not being a man is inherently dangerous. You don't need to warn me that strange men might hurt me. I've known it my whole life." You say. Your words hang in the air for several moments before Bruce lets out a sigh and sits down.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I feel like I'm apologizing a lot. I don't mean to frustrate you so much I'm just- I can't help but stress over this whole thing. I have no control here and I don't know how I'd live with myself if something happened to you because of me." He says dropping his head into his hands. You sit in front of him on the coffee table and pull his hands from his face.

"Bruce, you can't prevent something you can't foresee. And worrying yourself into a tizzy over that which you can't control will only do you harm."

"You really think they won't hurt you?"

"Well I obviously can't say for sure, and I'm not stupid enough to trust near strangers but I just think it's unlikely because they've had plenty of opportunities already. Granted tons of serial killers start out being real nice to their victims." You frown. Bruce closes his eyes and sighs in that way he does when someone stresses him out and you can't help but giggle.

"Why would you do that? Why would you say that? You're trying to rationalize this for me and now I'm even more worried."

"Sorry it just occurred to me. Either they aren't gonna hurt me or they're serial killers." You shrug.

"You're terrible at this you know? And way too calm about the possibility that they could murder you."

"Well... I'll be dead if they do. Obviously, I'm not rooting for them to be serial killers and I won't go down without a fight but like- I don't really have to deal with the aftermath of them being serial killers. I have to actually deal with them if they turn out to just genuinely be trying to woo me. So- silver lining."

"Not for me." He chuckles.

"Okaaay silver lining for you; if they are serial killers we have plenty of time to plan for it and be several steps ahead of them!"

"You are ridiculous." He laughs louder now and you smile as the tension leaves him.

"Thank you!" You beam.

"Thank you." He says quietly once he's settled.

"Anytime baby." You wink and stand from the table. If they aren't serial killers you have to deal with the very real possibility that they're telling the truth about who you are, and about Bruce which could blow up your entire life. But you're sure telling Bruce you're even considering that would not be a good idea. So even though it weighs on your mind- for now you'll keep that to yourself.

***

Part 4/???

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[deliciousangelfestival]

You said to send you prompts and ideas and well I’ve always wanted to write my own fic but i know i can’t write worth a damn lol I’m not good at describing shittt but what hears an idea I’ve thought about and so far I mean I haven’t come across any fics about it at least in my chosen fandoms lol so here it is.

Reader is you know just an average person in the world we live in and maybe is a huge fan of CE or Sebastian Stan and gets sucked into a portal and boom transported directly into the MCU meeting their favorite actor only it’s not Chris or seb it’s THE Steve rogers or Bucky Barnes, and maybe they just stare at them wide eyed all starstruck and shit. Maybe they wanna find a way home or not 🤷🏻‍♀️.

So again not the best at explaining lol but I’ve always thought that would make a pretty good interesting fic/series. It also doesn’t have to be Steve or Bucky it could be any other CE character ( as long as it ain’t Curtis Everett I wouldn’t wanna be teleported on that fucking cold ass tail end train lol)

Wow this is really challenging. It's like transmigrated story. But I'll try. The universe that I choose is Marvel, since it made more sense.

Here it goes. I hope you like it anon! 😘❤️

Other Universe

Character : Steve Rogers x platonic!reader , Bucky Barnes x platonic!reader, Dr. Strange x platonic!reader.

Once in your life, you probably knew someone that has crazy ideas.

Like Y/N. She has this one unique friend. Her special friend is obsessed with everything related to the transmigrated story.

And the universe she wants to enter is Marvel World.

It's impossible.

But the universe could be funny sometimes.

When Y/N visited her unique friend because she couldn’t contact her friend. Where is she?

Y/N entered the house, everything was a mess, and she saw a magic circle inside the room.

Suddenly, the magic circle glows and opens a portal. Every object got sucked into the portal, including Y/N.

Inside the portal, her body is floating. There's nothing she could hold on to. Did her friend also get sucked into the portal?

In a second the portal dropped Y/N. She didn't have a chance look around where she was. Because floating or flying inside the portal made Y/N dizzy and vomit.

"Are you alright? You suddenly fall from nowhere." Someone with a commanding voice asked her.

Y/N body shivered. This voice is familiar.

It can't be!!!

She slowly turned around and was shocked. Captain America and The Winter Soldier in their combat uniform is looking down at her. Their eyes also say they're shocked by what they're seeing now.

Y/N gasped "Oh my god. It worked!!!"

Steve raised his eyebrows; what does she mean? Did the land hit her head? She suddenly appeared. Did she have magic like Dr. Strange and Wanda?

He has so many questions.

Y/N was nervous, but then she remembered, "Do you see someone else that appeared out of nowhere just like me?"

Bucky tilts his head. "You know her?"

Y/N felt relieved; that meant her friend was also in this universe. That means she could go home. "Yes. Do you know where she is? I got transport here because of the magic circle my friend made."

She takes a breath before she explains, "I don't know how to explain from the start, but I'm not from here. I'm not crazy; please believe me!"

Steve and Bucky could tell she was afraid and didn't look dangerous. Steve leaned down and got closer to her. He talks with a low voice. "You should see it for yourself."

"Huh?"

Y/N doesn't understand, but she follows Bucky. This place seems like the Avengers Headquarters she has seen from the movies.

So she arrived at a safe place. That's relieved. She wondered if her friend had arrived safe, too. She must be excited since her dream to enter the Marvel Universe came true.

Bucky brings Y/N to a secluded room. Her body turned cold when she saw a big bag in the middle of the table.

'Please don't open the bag.'

Bucky couldn't read Y/N's mind. He opened the zipper line and revealed a pale body.

Y/N fell to the floor.

It's her friend.

Her friend is dead.

Her funny and silly friend.

"What happened?" Y/N asked with a crying voice.

Bucky sighed. "Your friend arrived at the wrong location. The moment she arrived, the security alarm activated, and the system saw her as a threat."

Scary. This is scary. Y/N felt afraid. She doesn't want to be in here anymore. She wants to go home.

Steve put his arm on his right shoulder. "We're really sorry."

Y/N looked up with tears running down her cheeks. "If she's gone, how can I go back?"

Both soldiers felt pity for her. Steve said, "We could try Dr. Strange to help you."

Y/N makes a slight nod. She hoped Strange could help her.

*****

But when Dr. Strange heard her story, he became quiet. So quiet that it made Y/N uncomfortable.

Strange sighed "If your friend is still alive, you could go back, but because she died, it's impossible."

"Huh?"

"This kind of magic only recognizes the creator and understands desire. Your friend created the magic circle, and you got transport here because she wants you to join her. That's why the portal opened again when you entered her house."

If the creator died, the magic wouldn't work, and the portal to return to the Y/N real world got disconnected.

"Does it mean I can't go back?"

Strange picked a book with his magic; he read it for a while and said, "It's not impossible. It will take time. Do you want to try?"

Y/N nodded her head multiple times. "Yes, yes."

Strange said to Steve and Bucky, "She will be my disciple. Both of you could leave now."

Steve and Bucky are relieved that Y/N has a chance to go home. They both knew how it felt like a person without a home and friends.

Steve gave her a phone number. "If you need someone to talk to, call us."

Y/N looked at the small paper on her phone, and her vision blurred again. If her friend is still here, she will be excited to get a phone number from her favorite characters.

But she's not here anymore, and Y/N has to survive.

"Thank you."

After that, Steve and Bucky returned, and Y/N followed Strange to study.

Her first day at Marvel Universe has started.

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[two-hands-toward-the-sun]

Hi! For the Mary Oliver poetry prompts, could I ask for: 17 Barbie and Wanda? (or another fem couple, if you prefer another one :)

Hi!! Thanks so much for the prompt! <333 It’s my first attempt writing a ghost-ish story, and I really hope you like how it turned out.

#17. And what does this have to do with love, except everything?

After everything that happened (or didn’t happen) in The Land, finding out that ghosts do exist hardly fazes Barbie.

Pearly and translucent, Wanda drapes herself across the stained ceiling of the Kentucky motel. She reclines like she’s just barged her way into Barbie’s apartment and made herself comfy on Barbie’s sofa, as she did a thousand times in life.

“I shouldn’t still be here, you know,” Wanda says.

Barbie folds her arms across her stomach, gazing up at her. Wanda’s voice has a strange echoing quality, as if she’s speaking through a metal tube, but it’s still her voice—low and vital, warm and a little scratchy.

“I know.” She doesn’t say anything else for a while. A TV blares from the room next to hers. Wanda flicks her eyes sideways in silent, withering disapproval, and it’s so dear and familiar that Barbie wants to cry.

Instead, she rolls over on the creaky mattress and opens the drawer of the nightstand. “I have something for you. Before you…go. Will you come down here, please?”

Wanda drifts down to join Barbie on the bed. Crossing her legs, she looks at Barbie expectantly. Barbie unfurls her fingers. A black tube of lipstick winks up from her palm. She unscrews the top, revealing the bright pink shade. “Tacky flamingo, or something. I thought you’d like it.”

“Oh, you gorgeous thing. Come to Mama.” Eagerly, Wanda stretches out pale fingers. They pass straight through the little tube. She makes a face. “Yeah, of course that wasn’t going to work. Anyway, it’s spectacular. Thanks, Barbie-baby.”

“Don’t.”

“Hm?”

Her heart thrums in her chest so hard it hurts. “I’m sorry I—I mean I tried too, I guess, and I hope it showed in the things I did, but—I wish I’d told you before.”

Wanda stares at her, one eyebrow raised. “Now you’re making me nervous, honey. Told me what?”

Barbie swallows hard, and says, “That I love you.”

And Wanda—her wonderful, witty, quick-talking Wanda—is speechless.

As morbid as it is, confession is easier in death. How could Barbie flinch for fear of rejection when the worst outcome possible is already in the past? She has already mourned over Wanda’s grave. But even being so keenly aware of that, the silence that descends between them still punches into Barbie’s gut.

Then Wanda says softly, “Hey.”

She drifts forward, like smoke prompted by a breeze. The cool planes of her hands cup Barbie’s cheeks. Eyes slipping shut, Barbie reaches out with her own hands, seeking an anchor that only comes in the form of a chill over her palms.

“I love you, too.”

Wanda’s kiss is water in the desert, winter after the harshest summer.

Barbie drinks her in, savors her. Then, slowly, painfully, she pries her fingers loose. The air grows warm. Barbie opens her eyes to catch the last wisp of Wanda’s smile, before she is gone.

Barbie wipes the scorching tears from her cheeks. Wanda’s final words echo inside her skull.

After all, there could be no haunting without love. And without love, there could be no letting go, either.

#agh. not totally happy with this. but i really wanted to finish it for you!! #barbiewanda #prompt fills #sunbreak writes

[tmpestuous]

Moth to a Flame - 1

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summary: Bucky Barnes was the love of your life, and you were his. There was no denying it. But after two years of dating, you found yourselves on different paths and decided it was best to go your separate ways. The only problem was how drawn you’d always be to him.

pairing: college!bucky x reader

word count: 3.8k

warnings: angst, slight jealousy, self-loathing, bucky is down bad, reader is also down bad, male oc

a/n: First chapter! I hate this a little bit but it’s okay. Some development with a bit of introduction. I hope you enjoy!

“But does he know you call me when he sleeps?”

-

Bucky Barnes was no easy man to get over. 

You had never felt so much dread over a breakup in years. You actually don’t even remember if this much dread ever consumed you after a breakup, but you tried your best to pretend like it was any other end to a relationship you’ve had in the past.

It clearly wasn’t. It never helped that you saw Bucky often and wanted nothing more than to just give in and get back with him. You held your own, however, trying everything to move on and not dwell on what could’ve been between you two. It took a few months, but it eventually worked. You were seeing someone new and things were going great for you.

Bucky, on the other hand, was still stuck. 

He had no real interest in trying to move on from you because he was more than positive you’d make your way back to him. He never told anyone that because he didn’t want to seem or even be possessive; Bucky simply wasn’t interested in anyone but you. Your relationship ending amicably only made it all the more difficult to think he could ever be with someone else, or see you with someone else. 

But to his unfortunate demise, he’d have to.

Bucky entered his apartment after his back-to-back classes, wanting nothing more than to sleep for the entirety of his three-day weekend given the incessant exhaustion he’d been experiencing lately. But his apartment was more chaotic than usual as he arrived. Sam, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, and Thor were all in the livingroom, playing just about any board game they found within the living space. 

It wasn’t unusual for everyone to spend time together at the end of the week, but they were never so enthusiastic about anything on a Thursday. They also rarely ever got together without you, which Bucky noticed right away as everyone greeted him.

“How was class, Buck?” Nat said almost concerned, her tone throwing Bucky off right away. 

Their friendship was almost always playful banter, a serious conversation rarely happening out of the confines of a room with only them two in it. Natasha had heard most of both yours and Bucky’s feelings before, during, and after your breakup. It had been about 5 months since then, but Natasha’s worrying look on her face along with your absence only made him wonder what could’ve happened. 

“Class was fine…” he trailed off, looking around at everyone staring at him. “Where’s Y/n?”

Everyone shrugged and made up their own excuses.

Haven’t seen her since this morning. 

Only saw her in class today.

I haven’t talked to her in a while.

Bucky scoffed, knowing something was being hidden from him, which he hated. He never enjoyed being left out of the loop, especially when it came to you. Knowing it was most likely something he wouldn’t be fond of only made him feel worse, not appreciating being treated like a fragile object because of his history with you.

“Who’s gonna actually tell me why Y/n isn’t here?” Bucky asked, everyone getting quiet. He noticed Thor itching to say something, Natasha giving him a pointed look. Bucky looked over at him, “Thor?”

“What? No, I know nothing,” he spoke quickly, Natasha rubbing her temples at the horrible attempt to lie. “I mean—I don’t know, she just—”

“She just what?” Bucky interrupted him, knowing she was probably the only one who’d crack under pressure to say something. 

“Buck, it’s fine—”

“No, Steve,” Bucky interrupted his lifelong friend. “I understand you all somehow think I’m this fragile puppy who begs and calls at Y/n’s mercy but she’s still part of our friend group and I wanna know why she isn’t he—”

“She’s with her boyfriend,” Natasha interrupted, her tone a lot more stern and pointed. “Y/n’s with her new boyfriend. That’s why she isn’t here, Bucky. Happy?”

He honestly wasn’t happy, rather speechless and a bit shocked. You moving on might’ve been inevitable, he had convinced himself of that over the last few months. However, Bucky never anticipated it happening so soon. Five months was indeed an extensive period of time, but he hadn’t even so much looked at a girl, let alone try to move on. 

He was still more than hung up on you, and you had a new boyfriend. That wasn’t him.

Bucky sighed. “Oh. Okay.”

“Bucky—” 

“No, it’s okay, Nat,” he cut her off, immediately not wanting to be the center of a pity party. He had enough of those throughout his lifetime. “Thanks for letting me know. I’m just gonna go sleep for a bit.”

Ignoring everyone’s calls for him to say which turned to defeated goodbyes as he ignored them and made his way to his room at the end of the hall, Bucky felt even more exhausted. He hadn’t seen you in about two days, and you hadn’t mentioned once that you were seeing someone, let alone about to date them. The weight on his chest only grew heavier as he continued to think about it, laying in his bed under the covers and staring at the ceiling for what felt like forever until he finally fell asleep.

Until there was a knock on the door.

“Buck? It’s me,” he heard your soft voice on the other end of the room, peeling one of his eyes open to see you peeking your head inside of his doorway, but not entering yet. “Are you awake? Can I come in?”

Bucky lifted his head up to look at you clearly, nodding before you entered, closing the door behind you.

You were anxious. Bucky noticed you fiddling with your fingers like you always did when you were nervous about something, and he also noticed you wearing the same jacket he bought you for Christmas. The same one you wore when you had broken up. 

Neither of you said a word, and you both found it impossible to make out what the other person was thinking. 

Now that you were aware Bucky knew of your relationship, you’d assumed he’d either be accepting or completely broken. Which one? You weren’t too sure, but you’d hoped it wouldn’t be the latter. The dread you’d felt for so long wasn’t easy to pull yourself out of, and never in a million years did you ever think you would even move on from him. You were convinced he was the love of your life, but sometimes the universe has different plans for anyone. Maybe Bucky wasn’t the love of your life, or you just weren’t meant to be with each other right now. 

Bucky was hurt, yes, but he remembered he promised himself to never hurt you. The care he had for you trumped any of his feelings, which might catch him in the wrong place in the long run, but he never cared. You were his world, and he never wanted to watch it crumble. 

“I—“

“I just—“

You both had a habit of talking at the same time during conversations like these. Bucky scratched the back of his neck and gave you a half-smile.

“You go first,” he said softly, his voice no louder than a hard whisper.

Rocking back and forth on your heels, you avoided his gaze.

“I know you heard about me and Atlas and I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to hurt you or make you jealous or anything like that,” you rambled a bit. Thoughts weren’t seeming to formulate properly in your head at the moment which only frustrated you even more. Bucky never interrupted, though. He simply listened. “I care about you and I love you so much and the last thing I’d want to do is to hurt your feelings or not take them into consideration. I know I didn’t tell you I was seeing anyone but I didn’t tell anyone out of fear of judgment, along with the fact that I didn’t even know if things would get this far. I’m really sorry.”

You finally looked up at Bucky and couldn’t make out his thoughts. He was looking at you and he more than definitely had listened. Nonetheless, his expression was unreadable, which was a first for you.

Throughout your entire friendship and relationship, you could read Bucky like a menu at a restaurant. Somehow, you were aware of how he was feeling; he’d even ask you how you were so good at reading people, but in reality, it was just him. There was always a strong intuition with him, but for the first time in years, you couldn’t gauge what he was thinking.

“I still love you,” he finally spoke. “I love you so much and it did hurt, more than anything, when I was the last one to know you were even seeing someone. But I can’t hold that against you. Or anyone,” he shifted to face you better. “I want you to be happy, prinţesă. I would never feel like you were intentionally hurting me by doing what’s best for you. If he’s good for you, then I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you, Bucky,” you said, blinking some of your tears away. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him again, knowing he hated when you cried, but there would always be a part of you that held so much love for him. You had appreciated that he was putting his friendship with you and your happiness above anything else. 

You had felt the sincerity of Bucky’s words, feeling a lot more relieved now. Unbeknownst to you, however, Bucky was only telling the half truth. 

He did want you to be happy, that much was always true. He just wished he could be the one to make that happen. He wished he could convince you to stay somehow. He wished you would come back to him. An immature version of him might have tried to convince you, a version of him he no longer recognized. 

Bucky was kind of a flirt prior to getting involved with you. He never messed with anyone’s feelings or made the effort to sleep around, but anyone would fawn over James Bucky Barnes. He had enjoyed that attention. He knew he could have any girl he wanted, and he might have taken slight advantage of that to keep himself busy.

But when he had first heard about you, he knew he had to have you. You were everything Bucky had dreamed of in a partner. You were so gorgeous, Bucky had tripped over his foot staring at you from afar. You were intelligent, currently top of your class and cruising with a solid 4.0 GPA. You had a nice sense of humor, knew just about anyone and everyone, and they all loved you. Not to mention you had already known some of his closest friends. You were roommates with Natasha, you were close with Wanda and Pietro, and you had a few classes with Sam since you had the same major and thus, took the same requirements. 

He did everything he could to get you. He had asked Natasha and Wanda about you whenever he saw them, watching them get extremely excited that he had an actual crush on someone. He’d talk to you more often when he saw you, eventually becoming one of your close friends and having you become part of his circle with the rest of the gang. 

He had fallen in love with you so fast. He memorized your scent, your laugh, your voice, your favorite movies, shows, foods, even your favorite type of clothing to wear. He bought you a similar jacket to his because you mentioned you really liked it once. He traveled all the way back to his hometown in Brooklyn to pick up donuts from a shop he thought you would love. He memorized your schedule so he knew when it was best to see you.

Bucky loved you. He still did, and boy, did he think he could never get over that fact. 

If he were slightly more immature, he’d beg you to stay. He’d tell you he was the one for you. But that wasn’t him anymore. He wasn’t trying to wrap you around his finger. He wanted you to remain the same you that he always adored. With or without him. 

After that conversation, you and Bucky were still a bit distant, but you remained cordial. You had even decided to bring your boyfriend to the next group hangout. Upon seeing him, he seemed too familiar to Bucky. 

He was a nice, tall, attractive guy, one who seemed to be in constant awe of you and everything you said. He made the effort to lean into your ear when he laughed at a joke, and wrap his arm around your shoulder, letting it relax there for a bit.  

Atlas D’Angelo. That was his name. He was a frat guy, wearing his letters on the jacket he was sporting. Maybe that’s what was familiar about him; Bucky might have seen him at a party before. Or some event where the Greek Orgs were in attendance. 

Bucky had zoned out trying to figure out where he might’ve known him from, Steve having to snap in front of his face to grab his attention in the diner you were all seated in.

“Earth to Bucky…?” Natasha teased, Bucky diverting his attention away from the reflection of the light on the table that seemed so entertaining during his battle with his thoughts. 

“Sorry,” he said. “What happened?”

“Atlas was asking what everyone’s majoring in,” you answered monotonously. “It’s your turn to answer, Buck.”

“Oh,” Bucky said, his eyes not leaving your face as he answered. “Business.” He looked over to Atlas. “Someone’s gotta take over the family business.”

Atlas smiled, though it came off more as a grimace. The tension in the air was a bit extreme, though Bucky didn’t think it was that serious.

“So, Atlas,” Steve cut the silence. “You play basketball? Got the height for it.”

“A bit,” Atlas responded, his hand grazing over yours on top of the table, which Bucky didn’t fail to notice. “I wanted to join the club team but I have no idea when tryouts are.”

“Oh, Bucky’s the captain!” Natasha said enthusiastically, Bucky shooting her a quick glance before smiling as friendly as possible to Atlas. “And Steve’s co-captain, they should know if there’s a spot left, right?”

“Yeah, I think there’s space,” Steve answered, recognizing the stiffness in his best friend’s shoulders. “I can ask Coach Fury to hold a tryout for you if you’re still interested.”

Steve took over the discussion about the team, even though it was clear Natasha made the point to emphasize that Bucky was Captain on purpose. 

Steve and Natasha were the main witnesses of Bucky’s feelings after finding out about your relationship with Atlas, Natasha trying not too hard to say anything to you out of respect for him. But Bucky obviously felt more comfortable talking to Steve about it, childhood friendship and all.

He also knew just how close you were with Natasha, and didn’t want to have her accidentally slip something up that he didn’t want you to know or feel bad about. Steve was aware of that. His relationship with Natasha never came before his best friend’s feelings, even when she had asked him how Bucky was doing. He never spilled too much, and he knew just how much Bucky was affected by everything currently going on. He wouldn’t want to put him in an uncomfortable position by making him talk to your boyfriend. 

“I’ll definitely be at your Friday practice then,” Bucky overheard Atlas say, his attention behind the booth somewhere. You had caught glances at him all night, feeling that he was a bit uncomfortable, but trying to hide it. “Is that okay with you, James?”

Bucky snapped his head over at the sound of his name. “Yeah, that’s cool. And just Bucky is fine. No one calls me James.”

Atlas nodded. “Good to know, Bucky.”

The rest of the dinner seemed to go respectfully. Bucky actually engaged in conversation with you (and your boyfriend) without looking like he might pass out. There was hope inside of you that Bucky and Atlas might end up getting along somehow, but you didn’t push anything. 

“So are you guys into parties or no?” Atlas said, popping one of your fries into his mouth. “I know I’ve seen Barnes at a few.”

“Have you?” You questioned, looking at him. “Bucky’s not really the party type.”

“I used to be,” Bucky admitted. “But that was before you and I met. More freshman and early sophomore year.” He looked over at you, and you could see he felt a bit flustered. 

“How about you guys slide to our bash this Saturday? I know my baby’s gonna be there,” he said, pressing a kiss on your cheek. 

Bucky shifted in his seat. He knew you’d been to a few parties, but never a frat party. Those weren’t your thing. Assuming you were just supporting Atlas, Bucky shoved his thoughts aside. 

“Yeah, we can go,” Sam answered, looking at Steve, Bucky, and Pietro. “You guys down?”

The three of them nodded in agreement, confirming their attendance, to which Natasha and Wanda sounded off as well. 

“Guess I’ll be seeing you guys Friday and Saturday.”

After paying the check and saying goodbye to everyone, you made your way to Atlas’s car, quickly getting inside to get away from the cold. You could tell something was a bit off as he got inside after you.

“Is everything okay?” You asked as he started the car, sighing to himself.

“Does Bucky still have feelings for you? He just seemed uncomfortable at first and I don’t want your friends to hate me,” he said with no hesitation.

If you were being honest, you weren’t completely sure how to answer. You didn’t know if Bucky still had feelings or how strong they were if he did. You just knew he accepted your decision to move on with no hesitation.

“I- I don’t know,” you responded truthfully. “Bucky and I were together for a really long time, it’s not something that one can get over really quickly—”

“Are you completely over it?” He interrupted you. “It doesn’t seem like he is, but now I need to know if you are.”

“I will always love Bucky, Atlas,” you countered. “Nothing is gonna change that; he’s still one of my best friends. But he knows you and I are together and was accepting and supportive of it. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Atlas hummed. “Okay, Y/n. I trust you.”

Deciding against saying anything for the rest of the night, you kept your thoughts to yourself. The tension was undeniable, and even as you decided to stay over at his dorm, you stayed awake with your thoughts. You weren’t second guessing anything, that was certain, but did Bucky still have feelings for you? 

No, no. He couldn’t. He didn’t give the impression that he did. 

Looking behind you to see Atlas sound asleep, you got out of his bed, grabbed your phone, and made your way out to the kitchen. Scrolling through your messages with Bucky as you poured yourself a glass of water, your finger hovered over the call button. Looking back to see Atlas’s bedroom door shut, you looked back at your phone and pressed the button before bringing the phone up to your ear.

It rang three times before he picked up.

“Hello?” Bucky responded, the grogginess in his tone letting you know he was asleep. His voice still sounded soothing when he woke up. “Y/n? Is everything okay?”

Shaking your thoughts away, you responded. “Hey, yeah, everything’s fine. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“At…” He paused for a second. “2AM?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you facepalmed. “I didn’t see the time, I just haven’t been able to sleep.”

“What do you wanna talk about?” he moved the conversation back to its original topic, his usual effort of not wanting you to lose your train of thought. You could hear him shuffling, probably sitting up in bed or moving to lay on his back.

You could picture him in your mind, with his disheveled hair, rubbing his eyes as he usually did when he was woken up abruptly, trying his best to stay awake though he almost always ended up falling asleep again subconsciously. 

“I just… wanted to ask you something.”

“Where are you right now?”

“I’m at Atlas’s dorm, but he’s sleeping right now,”

“Hm,” he hummed instantly, but he was also probably drifting off to his slumber again. “What’s your question, prinţesă?”

He knew you loved when he called you that.

“Um, well,” you started, shifting in your brain to see how best to phrase what you wanted to ask. “Atlas had asked me earlier if you still had feelings for me and I hadn’t really thought about it but, of course, I want you two to get along. I mean— I want him to get along with all of you, but especially you since you mean a lot to me and I know that we have history, so… I guess I just wanted to ask if there were still any feelings there. I was just wondering, I think.”

Silence.

But you could make out Bucky’s soft breathing, meaning he fell asleep with his phone in his hand, probably next to his head on his pillow like he would set it up when you’d sleep on the phone together when too far apart from each other.

“Buck? Did you fall asleep?”

“Hm?” he hummed softly again. “What was your question, prinţesă?” 

His words were a little slurred, filled with drowsiness.

“It’s okay, Bucky, I can just ask you tomorrow. Before the SGA meeting?”

“Mhm,” he whispered. “That sounds good, sweetheart.”

Biting down on your lip at his sudden boldness with the pet names, ones he hadn’t called you so often lately, you sighed to yourself. 

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you said as he hummed again. “Goodnight, Bucky.”

“Goodnight, prinţesă. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said with no hesitation, though you didn’t think much of it. 

Hanging up the phone, you finished the rest of your water before heading back to bed. Atlas was still asleep, and you figured you weren’t going to get much of it tonight. Part of you wished Bucky was the one laid up next to you, but that was the part of you that you were trying to ignore for the past few weeks. 

You and Bucky weren’t together anymore. And that was it.

You just hoped he wouldn’t remember your impulsive call in the morning.

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Falling in Reverse

Main fic- Damian was the first boy Wonder he chose to create his own path, he became Nightwing. Tim was the second boy whonder path was chosen for him the day he died he became the Red Hood. Jason is the current Robin what will his path be? And how will this affect the path of Dick Grayson the future Robin.

Dreams aren't always pleasant-Damian gets sent to an earth where Tim never dies. He soon learns that might not be a good thing. After everything that happens Damian is forced to review his relationship with all his siblings.

Five times Tim got a hug and the one time he gave-Tim Drake doen't need a hug. His friends and Family disagree

Five times Jason said I love you and the first time someone said it back- Love isn't easy for Jason Todd

The Book of love-A small look into the love life of a Reversed Bat family (Song fic)

Camera one-Tim Drake never had an easy life but maybe his second could be better (songfic)

For more Falling in Reverse check out the Falling in Reverse Tumbler page

The watchers

Main fic-A darker twist on reverse robins. Tim Drake left the life of the bat behind. Or at least that's what he thought until he received a visit from an unlikely guest. Now he leads his own team of misfits known as the watchers.

For more Watchers check out The Watchers Tumbler page

Gotham emergency

Main fic-They may not be crime-fighting vigilantes but they're still the heroes of Gotham City ( Doctors Jason, Cop Dick, Detective Tim, Special needs dance instructor Cass)

For more Gotham Emergency check out the Gotham Emergency Tumblr page

Falling Slowly

Main fic-Tim Drake is the oldest of the Wayne children and that comes with a lot of responsibility that he's not ready for

Wings for protecting

Kids with rough childhoods are given winged protectors to keep them safe. Dick Grayson is the Protector for Jason Todd and Tim Drake is the Protector for Damian Wayne.

Tower of birds

Main fic-Tony never planned on kids so now he has five (Tony adopts the Batboys)

Magneto's Kids

Main fic-Erik Lehsherr thought he had no family left, while he was wrong. In fact, he has three kids Wanda Pietro and Peter. After some random attacks on teen mutants, he decides to move all his children in his house. Things only get harder as they all become part of a team to catch this Mutant hunter. Not to mention the two humans Erik is now forced to work with

Back from the dead-Pietro is back from the dead and has two people he really wants to see. Little does he know his Sister and best friend have some news they're not quite ready to share.

Falling on you-Events that happen prior to the Magneto's Kids Story/ Jack gets an unexpected knock at his door

Sick day-Peter's not feeling too good, luckily Pietro and Wanda are there to help

Our Broken Justice

Main fic-Lorna Dane is Green Lantern sidekick she helped found Young Justice. Her brother Pietro Maximoff is a speedster raised in Cadmus

Other

It's the end of the World as we know it (And I'm not fine)-Most of the Justice League disappeared and a new virus has taken over the world. The only safe place is the Watch Tower however the closest Zeta tube is in Teaxes and the bats are split into two groups. Now it's a race against time to get to the watch tower. (Or reverse bat brothers but with zombies)

More to be add

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Moments of Regret

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda has never done something she didn't end up regretting at some point. You're no different.

Warnings: A N G S T

Note: I wanted to contribute Angst August too!! No, there is no part 2 :-)

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥

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Wanda wonders if her life is just made up of moments of regret. She regrets being an experiment, even if it did give her powers. She regrets helping Ultron, which ultimately leads to Pietro's death. She regrets not training more and accidentally blowing up a building with people inside. She regrets being unable to save her teammates after Thanos. 

She regrets Westview even if it was a beautiful dream for just a moment. She regrets letting her loneliness allowing herself to fall in love with someone so lovely as you because all Wanda knows is how to ruin things. 

Wanda stares at you from the bar while you're on the dance floor, smiling, spinning, and laughing with Yelena. It's a beautiful sight to see, really. Wanda can't help but be so thankful you can still look like that after what she's done to you. 

It's just another thing to regret, really, Wanda thinks. How could she possibly believe she'd be happy with Vision again once his new body had regained all of his memories? She was sure she could've returned to that dream of them together and eventually having kids like Billy and Tommy. Her magic could do anything, so it was worth trying again, wasn't it?

And while she missed Billy and Tommy more than words could ever say, and she still loved Vision, it wasn't the same anymore. Had that been because of you? 

Wanda watches you throw your head back, letting out such a freeing laugh at whatever Yelena was saying as you danced that it was physically gut-wrenching to see.

Jealous. 

A hot, uncomfortable, burning pit of jealousy forms in Wanda's gut. She has no right to it and is all too aware of that. But still, that should be her. 

Wanda pictures it, herself in Yelena's place, holding you and spinning you, saying things that no one else can hear just in the hopes that you'll laugh like you are now. 

"Stare any harder and I think you'll bore a hole in Yelena's head."

Wanda doesn't need to look to see that it's Bucky who slides up to her with his own drink.

"You cut your hair," Wanda says instead. 

"Yeah, Sam was ragging on me saying it was getting too long," Bucky grumbles. 

"Why does Sam care?" Wanda asks, only mildly curious.

Bucky was silent for a moment, the ice clanking around in his glass.

"I don't think he does," Bucky finally says. "I think he knows that I don't like it too long since it reminds me of...and well, I can put things off for too long when I'm in my head."

The answer makes Wanda's heart sting a little. She hears echoes of your voice nagging her to get her hair trimmed when the split ends were getting out of control, and no—she couldn't use magic, not after the last time she accidentally made herself bald.

"Do you miss her?" Bucky asks, addressing the elephant in the room and Wanda's unwavering stare.

Wanda doesn't even know how to answer it. How does she convey that she misses you more than anything? The ache she feels makes breathing so painful, like she's inhaling dry, icy air. She would trade anything just for you to come back to her, and she'd give anything to undo all the hurt she's put you through. 

"Yeah," is all Wanda can say. 

Bucky sighs. "I don't want to get in the middle of it but she missed you too."

"Missed?" Wanda dryly smiles, feeling like pins pricked her.

"Well, I don't know anymore, we don't talk about you these days," Bucky shrugs. "But when you first left her, she didn't leave my couch for weeks. I had to get a new apartment just so she'd have a bedroom."

"I know," Wanda somehow heard it through the grapevine, which meant she heard it from Sam. "That was really nice of you to let her stay."

"I think I needed her company just as much as she needed mine. I couldn't get along with Sam at the time, and Steve had just...vanished, and well," Bucky shrugs again. Wanda thinks wryly he's such a man of many words.

"Anyway, she just couldn't talk about you at all at first," Bucky licks his bottom lip. "She just cried until there was nothing and I just—I've been through so much too but watching her was just so harrowing. She was trying to make herself smaller and dismissing the entire thing just so the crying would stop—"

"Why are you telling me this?" Wanda hisses, feeling something so miserable dredge inside her; she thought she would throw up.

"Because I want you to really understand how hard it was for her to get back to where she is now," Bucky bluntly told her. "I want you to understand that in her situation, I would've wanted to just give up, but she kept stupidly stumbling her way through it, getting lost so many times, but kept going even when she didn't want to. I want you to understand how many therapy sessions she paid out of pocket to go to when her work couldn't cover anymore. I want you to understand selfishly how I felt when I heard her laugh at the sitcoms she wouldn't watch anymore and what it was like to see her dance with absolutely no rhythm in the kitchen with nearly burnt eggs and pancakes."

"Bucky—"

"I want you to understand because she's coming this way and you could probably show her that you love her still and she should give you one more chance, but I want you to really consider it because you don't know what the last 2 years were like and if you ruin her again, I will genuinely manifest into the universe for shitty things to happen to you."

"Bucky!" You grin widely as you approach them, and to Wanda's surprise and to your credit, you keep the grin when you turn to her. "Wanda," you greet her as well. 

"Hey, doll," Bucky grins back at you as if he didn't just rip into Wanda and kick her in her metaphorical nuts. 

"Ugh, I keep telling you doll is too outdated now," you groan with a roll of your eyes before you smile manically at him. "Try saying, 'hey, bae,' instead."

Bucky's face contorted in disgust, his lip curling at you. "You'll have to brainwash me to get me to say that."

You let out a laugh that seems to light up the room they're in now and the metaphorical room of Wanda's heart.

"What's got you laughing like a goat over there anyway?" Bucky asks while you slap him on the arm, and Wanda feels inclined to as well because your laugh might as well be angels singing. 

"Yelena keeps making jokes about all the men here with porno staches. It has to be a new trend, I swear. Like 90% of the men here have it and it's so gross," you crinkle your nose. 

Bucky snorts, "Yeah, I don't get the youngsters so don't look at me."

"Sam would never let you live it down if you got a porno stache. He probably wouldn't even let you within 20 feet of his sister either, and you'd just hate that, wouldn't you?" You smirk while Bucky scowls at you.

Wanda's finding it hard to jump into the conversation, but she's not even sure if she'd be welcomed.

"Ha-ha," Bucky lets out with a straight face. "I'm going to go before you try to trick me into learning more of your dumb lingo."

"Aw, but you got a real good lesson on how to use manifestation," you smile and chuckle. 

Wanda idly thinks it's a little amusing for Bucky to use manifestation when he was lecturing her. But there isn't too much time to think about it when she's left alone with you.

"Can I get a water?" You ask the bartender.

"Already too drunk?" Wanda asks, a little surprised. She's been watching you the entire night, including that you only had 3 drinks.

"I think the whole covid thing ruined my alcohol tolerance," you snort. "I get tipsy off of coolers now."

Wanda finds it almost strange how easy it is to slip back into conversation with you and how it makes her feel like she's at home and everything in the universe is okay.

"How have you been?" Wanda asks after a while, watching you sip on your water. "You look good."

"Amazing," you smile. "I got a promotion at work and I've taken some time off to go traveling. I annoy Bucky on a daily basis while he pretends he doesn't enjoy it and I go on walks every day with Yelena and Fanny."

Something drops in Wanda's stomach.

"Oh, are you and Yelena...?" Wanda trails because she just can't bring herself to say it out loud.

You laugh lightly. "No, we get that a lot though. I think she's seeing someone else but I have yet to get it out of her."

It should be illegal how much relief floods through Wanda.

"How have you been? I heard you left Vision."

You should be talking about it spitefully, almost smugly, but you don't. You genuinely sound sad for her, but Wanda shrugs.

"It just wasn't what I wanted, I guess."

It seems like there's a plethora of words on the tip of your tongue, but you don't say anything about it.

"You've been good, though?" You ask her because, despite the fact you may have hated her for what she put you through, there was a part of you that genuinely wished for Wanda to be okay and happy.

And there are so many things Wanda could say. She could tell you no, she'll never be good until you come back to her. She'll never be alright unless she drops to her knees now and begs you to forgive her. That if she could figure it out, she'd use her magic to make a binding contract that she'd never do anything except treat you right and never make you sad again. Every day she would tell you she loved you and shower you with flowers you'd end up killing, and dance with you and forgo rhythm. She'd cook in the kitchen with you and let you mostly watch her or chop up a few vegetables here and there, but really, she wants to cook for you and have you keep her company. 

But all Wanda can think about is what Bucky said. What if she somehow ruins you all over? 

Bucky said you could be persuaded into giving her a second chance, but while Wanda feels like the universe is aligning again with you, she hasn't considered how you felt. 

Wanda can feel it through her magic. The sadness of her lingers in your bones and the apprehension in your mind. The careful mask you have to put on in front of her as an ex. 

Love would not be enough to fix this, and Wanda doesn't know if she has anything more to give than just love. 

You need stability, reassurance, consistency, commitment, and loyalty. 

All Wanda knows is how to follow her heart and her emotions, and her moments of regret are always just her following without thinking. 

So, all Wanda can say with a wry smile is, "I've been better." You give her such a disheartened smile that Wanda just stares at you. So beautiful and such a walking contradiction. Clumsy but graceful, silly but elegant, sad but happy. 

Wanda wishes love was enough, but when she stares at you, she knows you deserve more. 

One day, she'll be able to give you that. If the universe aligns once more and kindly offers her an opportunity, she'll never let it slip again like she has today.

But until then, she smiles at you. "This is enough."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch imagine

[widowbitessting]

Hypothetically, if R were incredibly sleep-deprived and was found out to have not yet slept despite the time being 8am, what would the trio say/do?

Hypothetically. Definitely not projecting, nope. No idea what you mean. I sleep just fine. 🙃

Ask and you shall receive! You best get to sleep anny!❤️

Gonna tie this in with a few asks I got too! Thank you so much for your asks! Sorry it’s taken me so long to get to them, hope this is okay for you all

skittles-1312 asked:

Hi, love the Sugar Mummies series so much. I was wondering if you would ever do a fic for it where the reader has assignments due for college and isn't taking care of herself so wanda, nat and carol step in? if not its no worries :)

daughter-of-avalance

submitted:May 13

I feel like reader would totally forget to eat/sleep if they got busy with uni work and that just wouldn't fly with the mommies/ or they would be over tired and be disrespectful by accident and be like oh shit afterward 😂 (again, I might write something different for this prompt, so I’ll keep it open!) xox

piperlikesallthings

submitted:May 23

Hey! This prompt submission is slightly self centered haha! I was wondering if you could do something based on the reader having a hard time studying for an exam, and how SM would help? Thank you so much, and I do have to say I absolutely love this, you’re a wonderful writer! (For this one I won’t check it off as I might write something else for you!) xox

All of my work is 18+

Now this has been in my drafts for another piece of work over on AO3: Give Them a Kiss to Dream Of but I don’t think I’ll post it on there for a while so enjoy!💋

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The second Wanda wakes up, she knows you’re not next to her. Gone is the constant little bundle of warmth that had been nestled into the side of her for the better part of an hour, replaced now only with a cold space that tells Wanda you have been gone for quite some time.

Crafty little menace, Wanda thinks, using my own plan against me.

With a groan and a stretch, the red head rubs her tired eyes; knuckles catching the crusty specks of sleep that had congregated in the corners and rolls her aching shoulder until it cracks. She can hear you typing away frantically at your keyboard: can visualise you sitting back at the breakfast bar, with a fresh mug of your favourite coffee steaming next you, and your h/c hair up in that messy bun you tend to shove it in when you’re stressing about things or rushing around. Personally, it’s one of Wanda’s favourite’s looks on you. She can’t help but picture it to be the hairstyle you would opt for whilst on your knees before herself and Natasha and Carol; mouth open like the good girl you are; or perhaps it would be the hairstyle for your punishment for not listening to Wanda. And, oh, how Wanda would enjoy watching the loose bun in your hair jerk alongside the rest of your body with every perfectly aimed smack on your ass…Wanda would love to greedily reach down to seize it with a fist - force you to keep your head up and accept the spanking from Natasha while Carol just watches from her chair…

Stop! Wanda drags herself from her thoughts, with a lot of reluctance, you can do that later.

“I’m gonna need backup.”

You don’t even look up from your computer when Wanda leaves the room. You barely even acknowledge her presence when she comes back in five minutes later, a very irritable Natasha behind her. It isn’t until the door slams - the sound of it echoing loudly around the room - does your head snap up; eyes already widening with fear as your eyes make contact with Natasha. Behind her, stands Carol, who looks equally as pissed as her other half. Under different circumstances, like maybe when your life isn’t in immediate danger, you might even have made a comment about Natasha’s fantastic bedhead and Carol’s silky pink eye mask that hangs around her neck. But you don’t. 

You offer both women a small smile, ignoring Wanda who just looks so smug. Natasha eyes narrow and she moves straight for you and you launch yourself off your chair, hands outstretched in front of you.

“No! No, Nat - Nat please!” You’re practically scrambling around the kitchen in a weak attempt to escape the furious redhead. “Come on, please! I gotta work!”

You flail as she makes a grab for you and somehow keep out of her grasp. Carol walks around the other side in an effort to corner you. 

“Y/N.”

“Sleep can wait, Nat, c’mon!” You frantically look at the blonde, “Carol, please!” 

“Y/N, I swear to God; come here!” Natasha pounces. 

You’ve almost made it in a full circle back to your laptop - and you have every intention of grabbing it and running straight for your room - but of course, Wanda is there with your laptop cradled against her chest. You stop just before you collide right into her.

“Traitor.”

She winks at you. “I know.”

You let out a defeated sigh and accept your fate when Carol gets to you. Effortlessly she scoops you over her shoulder, and, without a single word, she carries you from the room.

“Y’know; if I fail this essay I will actually blame the three of you.”

Wanda and Natasha walk behind you both, hand in hand.

“If you fail, you get another attempt to do it and more time, no?” Wanda asks.

“...I guess…”

“Then blame us all you want.” Natasha replies.

“And how can you possibly be writing anything decent when you’re running off no sleep and caffeine?” Carol asks.

You shrug. “It’s a student thing I guess.”

Carol walks you up the stairs as Natasha says, “Well this student needs rest.”

“No I don’t.” You mumble, earning a swift smack to your upper thigh from Carol. You let out a little gasp. “Hey!”

The doors your shared bedroom open and before you know it, you’re being hand delivered to the bed.

The blonde dumps you down, where you bounce a few times on the mattress.

“Get in bed, Y/N.”

You go to argue but the sheer look alone that you’re getting from Natasha is enough for the words to shrivel up on your tongue. You purse your lips and follow the order. The second your head hits the plush pillow, you instantly feel your eyes getting heavy.

“Sleep, Y/N. I mean it. If I dare get woken up again and find out you’ve left to get your laptop - that I am going to personally hide myself - I will throw it out of a window. While I make you watch.” Natasha raises a finger when you go to argue. “Don’t think that I won’t.”

You know she isn’t lying. Clint, Natasha’s best friend, still hasn’t forgiven her for his arrows.

“Actually - if I find out that you’re doing anything but sleeping from now until...let’s say...1pm...then I can personally assure you that your laptop won’t survive. Got it?”

Fuck.

“Yes, ma’am. Got it.” 

“Five hours. That’s all we’re asking, detka.” Wanda adds softly. “Once you’ve slept, you can get back to your work.”

“Maybe.”

“But for now, go to sleep. Recharge that tired little brain.” Carol leans down to kiss your forehead. 

Natasha is quick to do the same. “Now sleep.”

“Aren’t you coming back to bed?” You can’t help but ask in a small voice. 

The three women, who all stand around you, all share a glance. 

“It’s 8am baby girl. If you wanted to sleep with us, you should have come to bed when it was actually bed time.” 

You can’t help the pout that forms. Wanda quickly kisses it away. 

“How about I stay? Until you fall asleep, at least.” 

“Okay!” 

“Wanda, I swear to God, you better not distract her.” Natasha says. 

“Cross my eyes and hope to die.” 

“Heart.” Carol corrects. 

“Heart what?” 

Natasha lets out a small laugh. 

“Nothing, bunny.” She pulls Wanda down for a kiss before pushing her towards the bed. “Just sleep, yes. Nothing else.” 

“We will find out.” Carol adds on. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Wanda says as she clambers over you. The second her warm body is under the duvet alongside you, you nestle into her and relish in her body warmth. 

You’re already drifting off. 

“We’ll come and check on you two in a while.” 

“Okay.” Wanda whispers, her fingers finding their home in your hair where she begins to scratch at your temple. 

By the time Natasha and Carol shut the bedroom door behind them, you’re already fast asleep encased in Wanda’s arms; and you dream of nothing but them. 

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Essential Avengers: Avengers West Coast #51: I SING OF ARMS AND HEROES...

November, 1989

Guess who's BACK... and guess who aren't too sure they're HAPPY about it...

Well, Hank and Jan don't look too happy about it. Neither does US Agent. Lookit him frown, the gwumpy pumpkin. Wonder Man looks like he has dull surprise going on. I cannot fathom Robot Human Torch's expression. The man would do great at poker. Wanda looks like she's offended. That's a "how dare?!" expression if I've seen one. And Vision looks like he's staring directly at the sun and isn't sure why people keep screaming at him to stop.

So my guess is that Hank, Jan, John, and Wanda aren't happy about it and the others may or may not be happy about it.

They might have been more pleased to see Iron Man if he hadn't just flown through a perfectly good wall for no reason.

Last times in Avengers West Coast: Iron Man left the West Coast Avengers because of the Armor Wars arc in his own book. Wow, that was a while ago.

At the end of Armor Wars, Iron Man faked his own death by letting the government blow up an armor full of blood. When more Iron Manning was needed, Tony Stark just built a new suit and claimed he'd hired a new bodyguard/superhero.

And now, all these issues later, he's back to rejoin the Avengers because he's become more dependent on his armor due to stuff happening in his solo. He figures more time stuck in the armor, might as well be putting it to good use.

Also happening, Wanda has had the worst fucking period of her life (so far). Her husband got disassembled by the government, her teammates don't seem to care, her children keep blinking in and out of existence whenever she's not paying attention, evil bacteria shoved her full of goo until she became a mutant supremacist, the robot Human Torch came back to life to take the hottest robot on the team role from Vision. Just a lot going on!

I sure did talk about Wanda a lot in this issue featuring Iron Man.

Anyway.

Iron Man.

What a shiny guy he is.

Yeah. The Avengers (West Coast) aren't thrilled to see Iron Man.

Because: who even is this Iron Man?

US Agent John Walker is not privy to all the details of Iron Man's identity. But he does know that the original Iron Man was supposedly killed and a new guy took over.

Original Iron Man may have been a founder of the Avengers but New Iron Man is just Some Guy. Some Guy who can fuck off if he thinks he gets to swan in and get automatically put on the team.

Iron Man understands that he doesn't get any special consideration and says he's willing to go through whatever initiation process the Avengers consider necessary.

US Agent is a big company man so even though he's maybe the leader of the Avengers possibly? (he's done literally zero leading and nearly zero interacting with the team), he storms off to go call his handlers in Washington so they can tell him what to do.

With him gone, that just leaves Hank, Wasp, and Wonder Man who all know that Tony Stark is Iron Man. Or was. They know that at certain points, Tony Stark has been Iron Man.

(Way to just spill the beans in front of an Iron Man that you don't know whether he's Tony or not, guys)

So they ask Iron Man straight up if he's Tony.

For some reason that would probably make sense if I was reading Iron Man, Iron Man apologizes and says he can't say.

I do want to read olde Iron Man. One of these days, I want to dig into that backlog. He's one of the prominent Marvel characters I haven't read significant material from pre-2000.

Anyway.

On the other side of the compound, Scarlet Wanda and Vision.

Wanda is in a mood. Because she's been in a mood Byrne's whole run because shit keeps happening to her. Possibly goo related shit.

Vision: "It surprises me that you did not wish to stay for the meeting with Iron man, my wife. I am curious as to your reason..." Scarlet Witch: "Please, Vision... I know you're programmed to use words like 'surprised' and 'curious,' but I wish you wouldn't. It only emphasizes how much more robotic you've become." Vision: "My apologies, Wanda. It was my impression you wished me to sound as human as possible." Scarlet Witch: "Human? Why would I wish that, husband? Why would any mutant worthy of the name wish to associate herself with humans?" Vision: "And yet... you are a mutant, and for years, you have gladly associated with the Avengers -- most of whom are human." Scarlet Witch: "A passing weakness, Vision."

Okay. Seriously. Did nobody think to de-gooify her after that Absolom University adventure? Give her a medical check or anything?

I'm getting a little perturbed with how little a shit this era of the West Coast Avengers seem to give about each other.

Nobody noticed Tigra was going nuts. Nobody bothered to do anything as Wanda has clearly been emotionally spiraling. Wasp decides to help Wonder Man undermine Wanda's marriage.

You all suck.

Wanda is behaving like a jerk now but at least we know external factors contributed. The rest of you just suck.

Anyway, Wanda and Vision reach their quarters and find Agatha Harkness waiting for them there.

Hi, Agatha.

Are you the Agatha that does horrible shit to Wanda to teach her something or the Agatha that's helpful without being traumatizing?

I feel like Wanda is a couple pieces of straw from just breaking so maybe considering the latter approach today.

Also, maybe consider calling ahead.

The last time Wanda and Vision saw Agatha, in the second Vision and the Scarlet Witch series, Agatha was burned at the stake.

She tells them that being burned at the stake sucked but that's not what she's here to talk about.

She's here to talk about Wanda's kids.

Wanda's weirdo kids. To talk about them and to understand what precisely they are.

Scarlet Witch: "They are only children. Normal in every way!" Agatha Harkness: "Normal, Wanda? With a mother who is a mutant and a father who is a synthezoid?"

Rude.

Agatha tells Wanda that her kids are far from normal and if she hadn't been busy resurrecting herself, she would have been here sooner.

Agatha Harkness: "But you already know yourself, that when you are not thinking about them... they disappear!"

Vision asks if that's true but Wanda denies it. BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY AS A GOOD MOM SHE IS ALWAYS THINKING OF HER KIDS AT ALL TIMES 100%.

Agatha pulls the nuh uh on this. There have been recent times where she was too distracted in battle or knocked unconscious where obviously she wasn't thinking about her kids. And wee baby Thomas and William just cease to exist during those times.

Remember those times? All those times they disappeared, freaking out the governesses? Who tried to report it to Wanda and got fired for it?

Wanda refuses to listen to this. Literally putting her hands over her ears and shouting she won't hear it.

Eesh.

Agatha tells Vision that Wanda will need his strength and love more than ever and oof is she behind the times. The government took away his capacity to love! Bad timing!

Elsewhere, up in the sky, a bird, a comet, a (robot) human torch!

Jim Hammond took off when the Avengers grouped up to meet with Iron Man. He took the time to fly over the countryside for about a half hour, just get an idea of how much things have changed.

And he's amazed! To him, it looks like 400 years have passed instead of just 40.

He lands back at the Avengers West Coast Compound and lands right into some drama without even trying.

Ann Raymond saw him being all human torchy and mistakes him for Toro. And when she realizes he's Jim Hammond instead, she, of course, gets upset because for an instant she let her hopes get up and now she's been reconfronted with the fact that her husband died in an entirely stupid and unnecessary way.

And now Jim knows Toro's dead too and is also emotionally staggered by the news.

Also: demons.

Flaming fireballs! Demons!!

Robot Human Torch gets immediately slapped into the pool. A sad casualty of being the first one the demons run into.

But Ann screaming alerted the other Avengers and they assemble and start walloping demons.

Hank Pym suggests that if a bunch of demons suddenly show up to the Avengers West Coast Compound, why there's only possible explanation.

Iron Man: "You mean it's MASTER PANDEMONIUM?? But the last we saw of him, he was being swept away by the river of oblivion... deep in the realm of Mephisto!"

Hank Pym makes a mental note of Iron Man knowing about the Avengers' last encounter with Master Pandemonium. Because Tony Stark Iron Man was on the team at the time. So is this Tony or did Tony just brief New Iron Man on all his Avengers' cases?

I don't know why Tony isn't telling the Avengers he's him so I don't know how tense it should be that Hank is piecing things together.

Anyway!

US Agent comes out to yell at the commotion and he's not really alarmed by a sudden invasion of demons. It does make him punchy so he starts punching.

Robot Human Torch pulls himself out of the pool. He's soaking wet but all he has to do is FLAME ON! to boil the water away.

Then he can "show these demonic delinquents how we used to deal with their kind back in the 50's!"

Did... you deal with a lot of demons in the 50's specifically?

Wasp takes note that the demons don't seem to be after anything and aren't really trying that hard to kill the Avengers. So why are they here?

Whoops, they're a distraction.

While the Avengers are outside fighting the demons, Master Pandemonium busts into Wanda and Vision's quarters right when Wanda is about to have a nervous breakdown over everything that's happened to her over the past few weeks.

Agatha Harkness tries to ward off the demons with her witchcraft but Master Pandemonium tries belches hellfire in her face.

Gross.

Vision tries to do the intangible fisting thing he does which either works great or doesn't work at all.

Whoops, this is one of the times it doesn't work at all.

Master Pandmemonium just blasts out demons from his arms to overwhelm Vision.

Leaving only Wanda to face him, as she boasts that nothing can withstand her hex power.

Although she seems to fend him off and force him to retreat, she doesn't notice until he's gone that one of his demons snuck behind her and yoinked the children.

He drags the poor, probably innocent tots down to probably Hell.

What does he want from them?

Well, first, he wants a captive audience to recap his entire backstory.

Villains gonna villain.

He was an actor man who drunk drove himself into a bad car crash that cost him his arm. As a big Hollywood type in the 80s, he was big into the occult?? Apparently? So he called upon dark powers, promising his soul for his arm back.

Mephisto was bored and decided this would be funny so he replaced the guy's arm with demons. And then he replaced all his limbs with demons.

Mephisto's sense of humor is beyond me.

He didn't want the guy's soul so he ripped it out, broke it into five pieces, and scattered them around.

Master Pandemonium has been searching for them since, trying to become whole.

He found one with the Cat Demon People of Tigra's origin. But whatever Englehart was planning for this dude, he didn't get around to. Guy got one soul piece back and then dropped out of the plot.

So Byrne is bringing back that plot thread.

Master Pandeominum declares to these two stupid children who don't understand any of this that kidnapping them will allow him to replace his missing 4/5ths of a soul much more efficiently than all his aimless searching up until now.

Now, I know where this is going already. It is renowned, infamously.

But try to make your best guesses before I get to the end of the issue. See how close you get.

Anyway.

In the pressing urgency of some innocent children being kidnapped... the Avengers all sit down to discuss classic sitcoms.

That's a fair response, to be honest.

But here's how the conversation unfolds.

Instead of leaping into action, the Avengers sit around and quiz Agatha on how she's alive again. Even though she keeps telling them it was fucking magic and it's not going to make sense to their science brains.

Wonder Man chimes in that HE's seen Bewitched so he can vouch for Agatha's point.

So Wanda starts yelling at him for talking about television when her children are kidnapped.

Wasp tells Wanda to settle down. Clearly they're treating this with all due urgency! Since, y'know, maybe her kids are fake as shit. Maybe they've just stopped existing again like all the governesses said.

And that's when Wanda does her a slap.

Granted, her mutant supremacy is not called for but, yeah, the Avengers are all a bunch of jerks now who can't muster a bit of urgency when a demon man kidnaps some children.

Wasp isn't even hurt because of her small size. But she is concerned that Wanda said that thing the way she did about humans.

Anyone else concerned? Nobody else reacting? Okay.

Wanda begs Agatha to help her follow Master Pandemonium.

I'm surprised we didn't start with that but I've already made clear how I feel about how the team is reacting to this.

Master Pandemonium tried to hide his path but Agatha took precautions when he first arrived so she can trace him. But Wanda can't do it alone! So... will the Avengers step up to action when a witch very lightly implies that they should?

Yes. They finally get their asses in gear and jump through the swirling magic portal.

Even US Agent agrees that where Wanda goes, the Avengers go too. Which is a big team player moment from the guy who doesn't seem to realize he's leading a superhero team.

Watching from the time Limbo that isn't the demonic Limbo or the game Limbo, Immortus freaks the fuck out.

This wasn't how things were supposed to go for his vague yet menacing plan!

And he can't do anything to alter the flow of events because, I dunno, he can't touch demonic realms. So if anything happens to Wanda, he won't be able to protect her!

Dun dun dun??

I wonder what his vague yet menacing evil plan needs Wanda for?

Back at the Avengers, Hank Pym asks Jim Hammond Human Torch to stay behind to watch the Compound.

So despite making a big deal about him joining the team last issue, with WANDA BRINGING HIM BACK FROM THE DEAD, he gets to sit on his ass for the rest of this story.

What a weird writing decision.

Byrne is all over the place with all the subplots he's juggling for this book and a lot of them just get backburnered hard.

Iron Man gets to go. And he hasn't even officially (re)joined the Avengers at this point. They don't even know if they can trust him because he won't admit to being Tony Stark to his closest friends, for some reason.

The Avengers and Iron Man arrive in a seemingly peaceful fairy tale glade but Agatha's floating head warns them not to trust it.

And the very scenery attacks them a few panels later so. Yeah. Floating Head Agatha called it.

In the distance, past all the killer foliage, Wasp spots a building made of twisted agony.

The Avengers fight their way through the angry vegetation and Scarlet Witch blows open the twisted agony fortress front door with her probability manipulation.

But they find that Master Pandemonium is ready for them. Waiting for them.

And he's done the dumbest thing possible.

He's attached Billy and Tommy to his arms so now he has literal baby hands.

It's horrifying.

It's also the dumbest thing possible.

He's so proud of himself for thinking of this.

Was this where you would have guessed him kidnapping some babies was going to go?

Also, jamming babies onto his arms seems to have filled in two points on the star shaped hole in his tum tum.

I used to like what a silly concept Master Pandemonium's entire deal was. But he's ruined it by going even dumber.

For shame, everything that went into making, publishing, and printing this comic book. For shame. You took a perfectly goofy villain and you ruined him.

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