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Without words

Gif is not mine – taken from tenor

Name: Without Words

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!Reader

Summary: Y/N is the new recruit, and Wanda finds herself drawn to her.

Warnings: Female!Reader has powers, fluff, a little drama, Reader doesn’t speak too much, Pietro makes a couple of appearances.

Author’s notes: So this is a little story I was working on, one shot with Reader and Wanda because this is my new obsession I hope you all enjoy.

The room was completely silent, everyone was reading on the files Coulson brought in with the details for the next mission. 

Wanda was not paying attention to the long explanations, she just glanced at the pictures. Whatever happened in that place, it was a carnage. The young witch furrowed her brows, apparently someone made sure this group of men was completely obliterated. Her eyes went from one picture to another, then another until…her green eyes caught sight of a young woman, she was standing in the middle of the carnage. 

She was beautiful, but even through the pictures Wanda could see the loneliness behind those dark eyes, She could even see the cold sadness dripping off of her, yet she stood stoic as if the sight of blood and death was her everyday routine.

It probably was.

“This is a capture and rescue mission.” Coulson said, breaking Wanda’s concentration.

"Rescue?" Wanda asked with a hint of disbelief in her voice. 

Coulson nodded pointing to the screen behind him. 

"She is the target. And whatever you do, don't engage if it is not necessary." 

The meeting continued but Wanda silenced everything else, her mind going over the reports and the pictures. Her eyes unable to look away from the young woman, a traitorous voice whispering words of curiosity, of wonderment, of attraction. Wanda tore her eyes away from the pictures as soon as she thought this, the young woman was beautiful, of that there was no doubt. But she looked like a psycho, and Wanda was not about to enter into such a dangerous game.

She was better than that.

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In retrospect, Wanda was not better than that.

They had gotten to their target on time, and Wanda had been the first one to jump in and save the day. The mission could have gone really wrong if it wasn’t for her quick thinking, and the heavy fall from the young girl they were carrying back to the Compound.

Wanda learnt her name in the Quinjet. Y/N.

A trained assassin. A soldier. A weapon.

An object.

Y/N was brought unconscious to the Avengers Compound, but Tony and Natasha had been right on top of her tending to her wounds and soothing the panic that gripped her in the midst of sleep.

For Wanda, curiosity was the first emotion that made her approach the newcomer. There was something about Y/N that made her curious. And it had nothing to do with the natural beauty Y/N held in person, or the mystery about her past or those deep eyes that glanced into hers moments before she fell asleep again. Sedated by Natasha while they approached home.

There was just something so…unique about Y/N that, with curiosity in mind, Wanda decided to get close and discover what was so special about her.

"You look antsy, why do you look antsy?" Pietro narrowed his eyes, Pietro had always wondered why his sister was so weird. There was just something about Wanda when she got in such a mood that told Pietro she either was looking for something, or had lost something.

Wanda made a face, her eyes flickering towards the training room. She really tried to hide away her emotions, to prevent Pietro from even getting a glimpse of what was worrying her. Or, better yet, what had her so antsy. But as she turned to her brother, and saw the flash of realisation gleaming in his eyes with that wicked smile adorning his face Wanda knew she was in trouble.

"The new girl?" Pietro whistle impressed, his grin only growing when Wanda was incapable of hiding her blush at having been caught ogling the new recruit training with Natasha. “Little sister, you don't waste your time…”

The grin on Pietro’s face dropped when Wanda used her magic to hit him on the abdomen, he grunted bending over though the teasing was still in his stare. Both twins looked at one another, Wanda rolled her eyes trying to brush off the knowing glint in Pietro’s eyes. Even if she pretended to not be interested, to not have been watching…Pietro knew, and that was enough. 

The sound of a body falling hard against the mats called the twins' attention, Natasha was hovering on Y/N who was trying to stand up and attack the older woman with a scowl on her face.

“Don’t lower your defences! Pay attention! You’re getting distracted.” Natasha exclaimed, going at it without any mercy, her right fist connected with Y/N yaw and the young woman was once again on her back breathing hard.

Pietro raised a single eyebrow when he caught Wanda clenching her fists, his sister clenched her jaw glaring at the scene unfolding before their eyes. The young man pursed his lips crossing his arms in deep thought, this was completely unexpected but he was not sure what to make of this reaction from Wanda. In all the years they had been side by side, she had never been this…expressive about anyone.

The room was charged with tension, Wanda could see as Natasha stood beside Y/N unimpressed by the young woman still on the ground.

“I seriously hope this is not all you can give me, Y/N.” Natasha spoke firmly, Wanda could see how Y/N tensed looking away from the other woman. “I heard the stories, and I read the reports…if you are holding back I will hurt you until you fight me for real, is that understood?”

Wanda shivered when a cold breeze went right through her, Y/N stood up on shaky legs before taking a fighting stance. Natasha tilted her head, and while to many she might be looking angered and ready to kill, Wanda had been around long enough to see Natasha was actually enjoying the training session. What’s more, Natasha was enjoying the company.

Y/N pouted and Wanda couldn’t help but think how utterly adorable that look was on her. The perfect posture for the fight, while showing off a petulant pout was something Wanda wanted to comment on. 

The scene itself was just cute.

“Now, that’s cute, you gonna kill me with that pout?” Natasha drawled with sarcasm, and Wanda had to shake herself awake when a pair of eyes settled on her.

Y/N and Natasha both were looking at the young witch with the same bewilderment on their faces. Wanda shook awake from her staring, a frown settling on her face while she went back to train with her brother.  Pietro narrowed her eyes at Wanda, he got ready to stop her punches, and Wanda hit him as hard as she could trying to shake her mind from the scene of moments ago. 

Y/N was a psycho, and Wanda wasn’t allowed to think her name was cute, and she was breathtakingly beautiful when closeby. 

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Days turned into weeks, and Y/N was about to reach her second month in the Avengers Compound.

She had adapted herself to the new life. It was different and confusing, she had read about friends, and relationships of all kinds but never before she had allowed herself to be part of anything. Her interaction with humans had been…deathly. 

Nevertheless, Y/N liked life at the compound. Everyone was nice, and they were not afraid of her though they were severe with the rules and the training they were also nice, and kind. Y/N might not understand many things about the world, but she had learnt something and that was to distinguish between a bad person and a good one.

She had been ordered to kill both types of people. 

She especially liked Natasha. The older woman was like a mother, she was kind and attentive, her voice was soothing and relaxing, she was always scolding Y/N whenever she didn’t organise her room or didn’t take a bath, or used the same clothes for three days in a row.

Natasha Romanoff was the mother Y/N never had, and that was something Y/N valued more than anything. 

Then, there was Pietro.

He was funny, and he was always talking nonstop which was an advantage because Y/N was not overly found in conversations unless the situation demanded it. Y/N knew that Pietro was the brother she never met, or perhaps, the brother she never had; and he was not only funny but also quite helpful. He had been right on board when Y/N had asked to learn sokovian. He had been very helpful when, in secret, she asked about Wanda.

Now, Y/N relationship with everyone was nice, and amicable. Some meant more to Y/N than others, but she had learnt to call them family. 

Wanda however…well, she was family. But she was also someone else. Something else.

Y/N didn’t know how to define it, it was difficult to do so. 

Wanda was beautiful, and she was intelligent and sarcastic and, according to Tasha and Tony, sometimes she was a little brat. And all of that, combined with those green eyes and that killer smile made Y/N all warm and fuzzy inside. It made her weak on the knees and her heart speed as if she had been running for miles.

Yet, Wanda was so reluctant to even get closer to her. Sometimes she didn’t understand why Wanda didn’t like her. She could tell she was tolerated, and sometimes whenever they found themselves alone, Y/N could see traces of a smile or a kind gesture from her. Sometimes, she was nice and some others she was not but in all that time, Y/N got to know Wanda and the more she could see about the other woman, the more she felt her heart speed up at the thought of her.

It was confusing, and Natasha had refused to say or explain anything at all. You have to figure it out for yourself, Malysh (Kid)

Y/N sat on a stool munching a cracker looking at nowhere in particular, she pursed her lips pouting without meaning to. How was she supposed to figure it out if she wasn’t sure what was happening?

Wanda entered the kitchen without a care in the world, she had been so distracted she never noticed there was someone in there as well. For a brief moment she bounced happily around until her eyes met with those of Y/N, the young woman munching on her cracker glancing at Wanda with curious amusement. 

“Uh, hi.” Wanda greeted, her heart caught in her throat and there was a flutter in her abdomen. Her eyes went from her dark eyes, to the hair, the face and the top she was wearing. 

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips pursing slightly though her eyes twinkled with curiosity. Wanda stood there for a moment, shaking her head when she realised she had been staring waiting for an answer.

“So, you have a good night?” Wanda almost cringed at how stupid her question had been. Really, did she have brain damage? 

Y/N offered a tiny smile, nodding as a way to answer the question, it had been that way from the very beginning. There was not a single moment Wanda remembered Y/N speaking at all, but her face and gestures were expressive enough for Wanda to understand. 

And for some reason, Wanda liked it. She wished she could hear Y/N, but she liked the way she would try to communicate with her in ways that Wanda never considered. The young woman would bring notes to her, written with perfect sokovian with a smile and a flush, or she would just brind Wanda’s favourite sweets, her favourite flowers, her favourite music…

Y/N cocked her head to one side, her lips curled in an easy smile though there was a glint of curiosity on her eyes. Wanda noticed she had been staring for far longer than she should, and she hated the fact her face warmed up when her eyes met Y/N’s ones. The young witch tried to smile, before looking away rather fast.

“Hey guys!” Natasha came running into the kitchen, she made her way to the fridge and Y/N diverted her eyes to follow Natasha with her eyes.

Wanda didn’t miss the interaction, a tug at her heart when Y/N seemed to just follow Natasha wherever she went.

Natasha turned around with a bottle of water on her hand, the Black Widow raised an eyebrow in amusement when she noticed Y/N eyes on her and Wanda’s eyes on Y/N.

“So, any plans for the afternoon?” Natasha asked, holding back her smile.

Wanda felt her cheeks warm up when Y/N turned to her, catching her in the act of checking her out. Y/N furrowed her brow turning to Natasha shrugging.

“I see, and you Wanda?” Natasha asked and Wanda scowled since she was pretty sure Y/N didn’t say anything.

“I was…I think I’m going to watch some sitcom reruns, or something.” Wanda observed as Y/N pressed her lips together, grabbing another cracker from a plate.

Natasha nodded, walking towards Y/N and putting a hand on her shoulder, “would you mind watching something with Y/N?”

“What?! Why?” Wanda exclaimed before she could censor herself, it wasn’t that she didn’t want Y/N company. It was the fact she liked her company too much, that she wanted to be a part of her life so much it scared her.

Wanda’s reaction was unexpected and, without even realising it, she had hurt Y/N. Wanda saw as Y/N furrowed her brows, the young woman shook her head huffing before storming out of the kitchen. Natasha sighed, directing her eyes to Wanda, the older woman concealed her emotions though she made sure Wanda could not look away from her as she spoke.

“You know? She has a rough start, and she is just trying to fit in.” Natasha said harshly. “I know you didn’t like her at first, Wanda.”

Wanda tensed waiting for Natasha’s next words, hating the knowing glint in the older woman’s eyes. 

“I know that you like her now.” Natasha revealed leaning forward. “But you seem reluctant to get closer to her, and she is confused about it.”

“I don’t like her, that’s ridiculous.” Wanda shifted on her feet, turning away from the knowing stare of Natasha. “And, I just…barely tolerated her. And she…well, she…”

Natasha pursed her lips making her way to the younger woman, “she thinks you don’t like her, but she is trying to at least make friends with you.”

“How would you know that? She doesn’t even speak…” Wanda started shaking her head, walking away from Natasha.

“She does, you just are not ready to hear her yet.” Natasha said simply just before leaving the same way Y/N left.

Wanda wasn’t sure what happened, she really didn’t know. And she was left alone, confused and hurt.  

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Wanda couldn’t sleep well that night, or the next one. 

She was being tormented by her conversation with Natasha, by the confrontation she had with her own emotions. By the fact, Natasha thought she was not ready to hear Y/N. And, without really realising what she was doing, and while trying to ignore the real reason behind her actions, Wanda started meeting with Y/N at all times. 

Whenever they met, Wanda made sure to call her by her name. Y/N. Everytime she would get the same reaction, Y/N’s eyes would lit up and she would wave as a way of greeting, just before going back to whatever she was doing. Wanda hated the thought that crossed her mind, she hated thinking Y/N looked cute. And that smile made her look even more beautiful than before. 

Their meetings would always be the same, sometimes it would be just the two of them, some others with the whole team. Wanda liked the lone encounters because she could relax some, her interaction with Y/N would be just casual and relaxed. In those moments, they both would just enjoy the company of one another, words or not words, and it had become a moment in which Wanda could be herself. If only for a moment.

Then, came the encounters with the team, which Wanda found annoying for two reasons.

First there was her brother.

Pietro was an annoying idiot. He would not shut up, and as soon as he noticed Wanda's gaze lingering on Y/N his teasing became impossible to the point Wanda either shut him up with magic or they ended up arguing like five year olds. 

Then, there was the fact you were always following Natasha everywhere. What was more, it seemed as if Natasha was the only one capable of either hearing you or reading you to attend to your every need. 

It bothered Wanda, and she wasn't sure why but a wave of determination went through her when one morning you came to her with her favourite dish for breakfast. You offered the plate, cheeks pink and a nervous smile on your face. 

Wanda couldn't help but melt at the gesture, and as she ate and saw you walk away with Natasha… well, Wanda decided that she too wanted to be near you, and that she too would love to read you the way the Black Widow did. 

The next time Wanda met with Y/N alone during breakfast, she took her chance. 

“I heard everyone went on a mission,” she drawled leaning against the counter, Y/N nodded pursing her lips. “And we are alone.”

Wanda wanted to hit herself, she really wasn’t meant to sound so…needy. Y/N furrowed her brows confused shrugging. Wanda took a deep breath tilting her head.

“I was wondering, would you like to see a movie with me?” Wanda waited expectantly, Y/N was shocked by the sudden invitation. 

It took a moment, and Wanda was about to leave and say it didn’t matter when Y/N appeared right beside her, her hand was warm against Wanda’s. Wanda smiled when Y/N lit up, her lips curled in a smile nodding, her hand grabbing yet another cracker from a box.

“Good, then…” Wanda walked backwards, her lips curling slowly. “I…I get everything ready.”

They ended up watching a romcom, and Wanda had laughed not only at the absurdity of the movie but the faces Y/N ended up doing in some scenes. She was wide eye observing those soft sex scennes between actors, a dust of red adorning those cheeks while she observed carefully as the actors got into it. Then, there were the scenes in which the protagonist would try to swoon the women of his or her life. 

It was obvious she was enjoying the movie, but also she was just too focused on every detail. As if she was analysing everything that was happening in there. And her concentration, along with the furrowing of her brows, the gleaming eyes and the surprise and amusement that went through her face made her cute. And Wanda never even noticed that her attention had been claimed but the other woman until right after the movie had ended.

The next time they met for a movie day Wanda had put on an action movie, and Y/N was just too excited watching the action and the explosions. Sometimes, when there was blood or dead scenes, she would crunched up against the sofa grabbing a pillow tightly against her chest, and Wanda had to wonder…

Movie night became a habit, and it was a habit that Y/N would start sometimes. She didn’t speak with words, but she would show up early in the morning with a DVD case and push it towards Wanda with a huge smile.

And Wanda understood that would be the movie they would watch that day. It was cute, and soon Wanda was eagerly waiting for her meetings with Y/N.

And, just like that, their relationship changed.

Y/N was just different.

The fact that she didn’t say anything at all meant nothing, because while there was not a single word coming from her she tended to be attentive. She would write little notes to Wanda in Sokovian, would bring her flowers or send her desserts. Sometimes she would make these delicious milkshakes she would only give Wanda or Natasha.

It was so…different.

And it was confusing. So confusing to think about Y/N all the time, to want to be by her side and share every second with her. To want to get to know her, or just be there for her. 

Wanda knew she was in trouble. She knew there was something there, but she wasn't ready to admit her feelings. 

So, after another sleepless night filled with Y/N dreams and thoughts, Wanda stood up ready to go to the kitchen for a coffee. 

As soon as she left her room she stood dead on her tracks, Wanda saw as Y/N stood nervously in front of Natasha’s room, the older woman opening the door and soon Y/N was in Natasha’s arms, the door closing behind her.

Wanda felt numb.

Her heart shattered bringing a strange pain piercing her chest and soul.

With a blurry stare, she turned around and went back to her room.

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For some reason, Wanda avoided Y/N and Natasha like the plague.

She wouldn’t admit to anyone, even less to herself, that seeing Y/N go in the room with Natasha hurt.  She couldn't explain why, and actually she didn't dare to explain it. She just wanted to get away from your dark eyes and your shy smile. 

Wanda however couldn't hide for far too long.  Y/N was persistent, and in her innocence she didn't understand Wanda's mood or reluctance to be too close to her, not after having spent more than eight months sharing her time with her. Getting to know her. Getting to…to like her.

Y/N was driving Wanda crazy, with her details, with her smile and with the way she looked at Wanda. 

"You are what the Americans call a pussy." Pietro laughed evading his sister's slap, his eyes twinkling with mischief. 

"don't you have other people to go bother?" Wanda rolled her eyes trying to avoid Y/N while waiting for the rest of the team to show up in the meeting room. 

There was a loud conversation coming from Bruce and Clint, Natasha was absent on a mission from SHIELD. Y/N sat quietly shooting glances to Wanda, before settling on a confusing frown pouting at the lack of attention. 

"As your older brother, it is my duty to bother you and only you." Pietro replied playfully. 

"12 minutes, Pietro, only by 12 minutes." Wanda snorted though she broke into an easy smile allowing Pietro to wrap his arms around her. 

Pietro made a dismissive gesture, leaning in to make sure his conversation with Wanda would be private. His eyes flickered to Y/N, then back to Wanda where he caught her stealing glances at Y/N.

"Did you two have a fight?" Pietro could be really sweet and attentive when he wanted to, he asked softly to Wanda waiting for her sister to speak up.

“No, we didn’t. Why are you asking?” Wanda felt her heart skip a beat when Y/N turned sharply to the right until her eyes met Wanda's. 

Pietro observed as Y/N lifted a hand waving slowly, but Wanda just huffed looking away. The young man could see the flash of hurt crossing Y/N, then only sadness and inadequacy. 

“Because you have been avoiding her,” Pietro could see the mind of his twin working slowly around his words. "And you just ignored her attempts to be nice."

"I have not." Wanda replied weakly, Pietro offered her a crooked smile. 

"You have, everyone has noticed it." Pietro leaned back, pursing his lips before speaking again. "Is there a reason why you have been avoiding her?" 

"She is with Natasha." Wanda didn't mean to reveal so much, she was supposed to brush it off with some lame excuse. 

Wanda hated the understanding crossing Pietro's face. Her brother turned to Y/N then back to his sister. 

"How did you come with such a foolish conclusion?" There was an infuriating smirk coming from Pietro, she knew even if she was trying to glare down at her brother she was blushing. 

Embarrassed and humiliated. 

"I have eyes, Pietro. And wiped out that smirk." Her words came with a flicker of her hand and red mist showing on her fingertips. 

"Wands, are you jealous?" Pietro asked teasingly, before Wanda could use her magic on him Steve and Tony entered the room. 

Tony began the meeting with a quick announcement, Pietro let go of his sister not before whispering in her ear. 

"She really is quite conflicted because you have been distant." Pietro offered a half smile, one born out of tenderness and understanding Wanda was surprised to see there. "And you are an idiot, Natasha is like a mother to her. There is nothing else there." 

"How do you know? She did spend the night in her room, they spend almost every single moment together." Wanda couldn't help but ask, her heart skipping a beat while a bubble of hope grew in her chest. 

Pietro shrugged, "I just know it is not like that. Besides, she wouldn't shut up about you and ask about what you like and…" 

“She talked to you?” Wanda couldn’t explain the sudden ache in her heart, her whole face fell and her eyes held a glimpse of hurt Pietro was not used to seeing in his sister’s face.

“She…” Pietro trailed off not really sure if he should say what he was thinking, it didn’t matter though. As soon as he locked eyes with Wanda, he knew Wanda had read his thoughts.

She always talks to me.

But not Wanda.

The both of them had spent mornings and nights enjoying breakfast and movies, they had shared special moments in which they would laugh and just…be silent. Yes, Y/N writes notes in perfect sokovian, she always seemed to know what Wanda liked or what she prefers being in a movie, book, music…anything!

But she never said a single word!

Wanda was fuming, and she really was waiting for the meeting to be over so she could just get away from those doe eyes of Y/N that were looking at her trying to catch her attention.

“Wanda, wait!” Pietro caught his sister before she could leave the compound, the tears were a complete surprise to her and to Pietro who leaned in to wipe them away.”Sestra…”

Wanda lifted a hand shaking her head, “I just want to be alone, Pietro.”

Pietro didn’t insist, he saw as Wanda left to walk around the compound. The young man followed her with his eyes until she disappeared behind the wooded area, then he turned to the compound and found Y/N standing by the gates. And her face was just as miserable as that of Wanda.

He sighed.

Why were they so complicated?

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Wanda had disappeared most of the day and part of the night. 

She tried to put her thoughts in order, it was evident she needed to solve her insecurities and the sudden turmoil that took place in her mind and heart the moment she set her eyes on Y/N. Wanda had reached a conclusion, Y/N was attractive, yes. And even in the midst of all the unspoken words amongst them, Wanda found herself falling for your young woman.

But, it was quite obvious the other woman didn't feel the same way, thus Wanda needed to put distance for her own good.

Distance didn't work, though.

Y/N made it her duty to be even more adorable and special than ever. Wanda would find random notes or details around the places she liked to spend her time in. Sometimes it would be a book with a note and a doddle of her using her powers. Some others she would find mix up tapes with an old walkman and songs Wanda had yet to listen to but that she ended up loving.

Some others she would find a flower, and everytime it was a different flower.  All of them with different meanings and in all that time even though Wanda and Y/N would cross stares and come face to face Y/N never said a word and Wanda found herself even more drawn and in love with the young girl. 

"I'm being surrounded, guys."  Wanda flickered her hands covering three of her attackers and throwing them away. "And sure, I can deal but with a little help…" 

She trailed off, a set of bullets coming her way. The young woman tried to lift some rubble to cover herself up, she was fast but not fast enough. A piercing pain went from her right arm, she turned red eyes to the wound that was pouring blood at the moment. 

"Shit, I'm wounded." Wanda whispered with a tinge of disbelief in her tone. 

"Wanda hold on…" 

The communication cut out and Wanda felt the ground tremble under her feet. There was a truck, more soldiers and she was surrounded. Wanda made a face, her arm was hurting and she was getting exhausted. 

Then, it happened.

Darkness. Pure and unadulterated darkness, followed by a chilling breeze. 

Wanda gasped at the sight of Y/N, eyes completely black walking just a few inches above the ground. The shadows surrounding her, her hands spread wiggling her fingers. 

The world stopped for a brief second, Wanda had heard of Y/N power. She knew what Y/N could do, she had seen the pictures and read the reports. But one thing was knowing and another was seeing. 

For a brief moment Wanda locked eyes with Y/N. No longer was she the shy, almost playful woman Wanda was used to, there was a coldness that Wanda was sure came along with the training and her line of work in the past. 

A blurry of black came from her back, Wanda broke the stare to look around. The young witch opened her eyes when she realised time had stopped, or at least soldiers and the heavy truck were halted by a single shadow spreading out from Y/N fingers.

Wanda shivered but she wasn't sure if it was due to the low temperature, the emotionless face from Y/N or her voice. 

"Are you alright?" it was a sweet, concerned tone. Nothing like the person Wanda was seeing at the moment, nothing like she imagined a trained assassin sounded like. 

Wanda never thought the first time she heard Y/N talking would be like this. But her heart fluttered when the question about her well-being came, when she realised Y/N was not only worried but also interested in her being okay. 

Y/N tilted her head, breaking her concentration enough for Wanda to see a shadow of the young woman she was falling in love with. 

"Yes, you?" Wanda asked, taking a step forward, Y/N flickered her eyes to Wanda’s wound. 

"You are bleeding." Y/N  eyes darkened even more, the shadows spread out until Wanda heard the gasp and whimpers of pain coming from the men around them. 

Wanda stepped closer, she watched the changes in Y/N how she went from a Y/N to someone Wanda was not eager to meet. 

Y/N noticed the flash of fear in Wanda, her heart breaking at the sight. Before she could do or say something Wanda was invading her personal space, Wanda's hands on top of hers. 

The warmth coming from the young woman spread as fast as lighting through Y/N's body. The moment of contact cost Y/N her concentration, her eyes locked with those of Wanda. 

"I really am fine, Y/N, just sore." She tried to explain, offering a half smile. 

Y/N let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, her own lips breaking into an answering smile until a loud bang broke the silence around them. 

"Y/N!" Wanda screamed her name before anything else, her hands and eyes glowing red just as a great darkness engulfed her. 

Everything happened too fast, Wanda freed herself only to find everyone on the ground. Bleeding and shredded to pieces. 

Y/N was breathing hard, she turned around and there was no more darkness there. Wanda saw how scared the other woman was, how confused she looked. 

"Y/N…" Wanda whispered and then she was holding onto the young woman falling to her arms. 

Wanda was about to speak when she noticed blood, a bullet wound on Y/N. 

"I am a monster." Y/N said mechanically. "Monsters don't feel, monsters don't bleed."

"Guys, Y/N is hurt, you better come NOW!" 

Wanda didn't notice the trembling on her voice, or the tears rolling down her cheeks. She just held onto Y/N repeating the same words like a mantra until… she spoke no more. 

"No, no, no, please, Y/N, please baby wake up…" Wanda was desperate, afraid to move and hurt her even more. 

The young witch could hear the rest of the team coming her way, she could hear the exclamations when all of them saw the scene in front of them. 

"Please, baby, just wake up, they're here and you're going to be fine." Wanda whispered, her arms wrapped protectively around Y/N. 

Wanda watched as Tony and Natasha helped Y/N on a stretcher. Pietro had his arms around her. 

"She is going to be okay, don't worry." He tried to reassure Wanda, but the young witch was afraid this would not be the case. 

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Wanda found herself in Y/N’s room everyday for over a week.

She would come to check on her status, to read to her, to put on some music or a movie. Wanda would stay late at night teling Y/N about her day, about the missions, but she would never tell Y/N she missed her. How her world turned to be just cold and lonely without her around it. 

Wanda never told Y/N about her feelings, how she didn't think she was a monster. How Wanda herself thought she was a monster once, a long time ago. 

"Steve is looking for you," Natasha placed a hand on Wanda's shoulder, the young woman turned startled furrowing her words.

Natasha offered a rare smile filled with understanding. 

"He is worried about you and the amount of time you spend here."

Wanda couldn't hide her blush, she opened her mouth to explain herself but nothing came out. 

"I know why you stay here, Wanda." Natasha flickered her eyes to the sleeping form of Y/N. "Perhaps, you should tell her."

Wanda sighed looking away, "I don't think… I'm not…" 

Wanda was not sure she should do it, she wasn't even sure Y/N felt the same. There was so much fear in a single act of confession, Wanda was not sure if it was the right thing to do. 

Natasha squeezed her shoulder tenderly.

"Sometimes, we need to hear those words, Wanda. Sometimes we really need to know there is someone out there that loves us for who we are. What we are." Natasha said with so much understanding in her words, Wanda felt her throat clenched with unshed emotions. "Don't wait too long because time is an illusion, and you could regret tomorrow what you didn't do today."

Natasha saw as Wanda left with silent tears rolling down her cheeks. The redhead turned to Y/N pursuing her lips in disapproval. 

"I know you are awake," Natasha reprimand, Y/N eyes fluttering open and Natasha shot her a soft glare. "The same goes to you, stop hiding, stop running and do something or you are going to lose the girl you can stop thinking about."

Y/N pouted looking away, Natasha snorted brushing Y/N with a tender hand. 

"I expect something to change for the better once I am back, Y/N. You deserve to be happy as much as she deserves it."

Y/N huffed, shooting a quick glance at Natasha, "I'm not used to this, Tasha, I don't want to mess up."

Natasha softened her features, her hand went to Y/N head caressing her softly. 

"Think about you, how would you like to be approached or to feel…" Natasha then shrugged, "then think about her and how you want her to feel. Then, you will have your answer."

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Wanda couldn't help the goofy smile on her face. 

That very morning a breakfast had been set up for her, a flower, her favourite breakfast and a single note. 

Have a good day, Little Witch

It read in perfect sokovian. Y/N had woken up and at the moment was in deep conversation with Steve and Tony. While Wanda knew she wasn't in any trouble, the conversation was necessary to assess the damage she had inflicted on the Hydra minions, and the damage to her own psyche. 

But the morning turned to afternoon, and then that afternoon turned in night and Wanda had yet to see Y/N. Once again, Wanda felt the piercing pain of rejection, of having created false expectatives around someone that only thought of Wanda as a friend. Nothing else. Nothing like Wanda wished for.

The next day Wanda woke up empty.

She considered if standing up was necessary, it was Saturday so she knew the compound would be empty at least until they decided if it would be movie night or party night. If Wanda was to be honest, she didn’t want to do nothing at all. She just wanted to…lay there.

It was not possible, and she knew that. 

Soon, Wanda was getting ready to go to the kitchen and grabbed something to eat when she first came face to face with her brother. The young man had a huge grin in place, his eyes twinkling with mischief and Wanda was dreading that expression.

“Sister of mine, I received a note for you…” Pietro bowed mockingly, stretching his hand with a red piece of paper.

“For me?” Wanda grabbed the paper, opening it slowly, her breath caught in her throat as she read the words over and over again. “What…?”

“I’m not sure. But if I were you, I would follow what they said.” Pietro offered a sincere smile, Wanda chewed on her lower lips hesitating until she felt the hand of her brother on hers. “Wands, do you want to?”

Wanda didn’t need to read minds, or to even ask Pietro what he meant to know what he was asking. The young woman nodded shyly, and Pietro engulfed her in a hug.

“Then little sister, go for it.”

“12 minutes, Pietro, only for 12 minutes!” Wanda could hear his laughter, though he had disappeared in a matter of seconds. 

Wanda read the note again, she chewed on her lower lip knowing the warmth she was feeling on her face was due to her own embarrassment. Her heart was pounding against her chest, and there was a tingling all over her abdomen travelling up her chest to her limbs. 

You are the light to my darkness, it is just through your eyes and your smile that I can take on my worst nightmares and know that there is a chance to happiness. 

I know I don’t deserve you. I am a monster, you are an angel…

I don’t presume to know what you want, or what you think…but if you feel as I feel…would you meet me by the hill overlooking the compound? 

It was a beautiful morning, warm and fresh, with the compound gleaming peacefully under the sun of Spring. The hill Y/N had mentioned in her letter was overlooking the compound and the lake, right before a great forest that spread out to the mountains. It was a beautiful place that they rarely went to, missions and the life of a hero didn’t allow for excursions or more everyday experiences. 

Wanda was nervous, her hands wriggling in front of her playing with the rings on her fingers. Her green eyes sweeping around the terrain, she knew her heart was just beating too fast, too loud that probably anyone could hear it. Her body was trembling with anticipation, Wanda felt as if she had jumped off of a hill to an endless pit of uncertainty. She didn't know what she would find, and while her mind was trying to play tricks on her, whispering lies and doubts, her heart was telling her this was the right decision.

Y/N sat at the steep of the cliff, Wanda was tempted to call out to her. Fear grasped her heart at her closeness to the precipice, but the young witch knew Y/N would not jump, much less fall due to clumsiness. 

“I received your note.” Wanda said lamely, she wanted to hit herself when Y/N turned back with a teasing smile in place. “Obviously.”

Y/N chuckled patting the spot beside her, Wanda hesitated. Y/N might be an expert with extreme emotions, but Wanda preferred not to experience them. However, the young woman couldn’t say no to those doe eyes, that pull of the lip and that pleadingly glance. 

“I think you are far too comfortable with getting away with anything you want,” Wanda said while sitting right beside her, Y/N shrugged smuggly tilting his head so he was looking directly at Wanda.

Wanda was about to speak, but Y/N's sweet and deep voice stopped her.

“I like you, Wanda.” It was a simple declaration, and it described perfectly the type of person Y/N had been so far. “I think that I may be in love with you, but…I’m not sure.”

Wanda swallowed down her emotions, the tears pricked at her eyes though she was not completely sure what to feel. What to experience. Y/N furrowed her brows lifting a hand to brush away the tears, she was being so tender Wanda felt the tugged in her heart as a painful reminder that perhaps this was not a real declaration.

“Oh, I think you are not understanding,” Y/N finally said though there was still confusion in her dark eyes. “I cannot tell you if I am falling in love with you because I have never…I have read about it, and the movies and shows we have seen are good research material but…”

“I am in love with you.” Wanda didn’t know what possessed her to make the declaration, she could read the surprise in Y/N's face and Wanda decided this was the best time to come clear with her emotions. “I have fallen in love with you, and I’m not sure if this is a good or a bad thing, I’m not sure you…”

Y/N pursed her lips turning away from Wanda, “Tasha told me that I should be honest, that I should know my emotions before coming forth and reveal them to you.”

Wanda could see the conflicting emotions in Y/N’s face, her hand twitched hesitantly before she took Y/N warm hand in hers. Y/N lowered her stare to her join hands, her lips curling slightly.

“I was raised to be a monster, to be an assassin.” Y/N continued. “And that’s what I was. I learn about human emotions, but I have never had anyone. No family. No friends. No lover.”

Wanda squeezed her hand, and Y/N sighed facing Wanda with determination.

“You are so pure, Wanda.” 

“I am not pure, Y/N.” Wanda replied and there was a hint of humour in her tone, perhaps her interpretation of the word completely different to the one Y/N brought into the conversation. “And you are not a monster.”

Y/N snorted, “I am, and I make peace with that. And you are pure, Wanda. You have never seen or experienced what someone like me had. You…even in your mistakes, you feel everything, you experience emotions in a way I can only envy.”

Wanda played with those words in her head, she was trying to read between lines and understand everything Y/N was experiencing at the moment.

“You are beautiful, and like a light in the midst of so much darkness and coldness.” Y/N leaned in getting so close to Wanda the other woman couldn’t help but part her lips, her eyes going from Y/N’s lips then to her eyes.

“And I am afraid of you finding…perhaps, it is not me who you want. Who you wanted. I am afraid of not knowing how to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

Wanda softened with that declaration, with some hesitation she lifted a single hand to cup Y/N’s cheek in her hands. Her eyes gleaming with all the emotions she was experiencing at the moment, to make sure Y/N could read the honesty behind her gestures.

“I love your voice, I can’t believe you have deprived me of hearing you talk.”

“You make me nervous.” Y/N revealed sheepishly, “I was…afraid I would mess up. Sometimes, my voice and my words…are not so functional. I sound like a soldier, like what they made me.”

Wanda leaned further in, she could see the suffering and the uncertainty in regards to what Y/N was going through. 

“You make me nervous too,” Wanda confessed to a surprised Y/N. “I thought…maybe I was not enough, that you couldn’t feel the same and…”

Wanda was cut off by a pair of lips against hers, the kiss was soft and tentative, a brush of lips trying to learn her taste to memorise her lips. It didn’t last more than a couple of seconds, and it felt like an eternity of bliss. 

When her eyes fluttered open, Wanda saw Y/N looking back at her with a huge grin and dust of pink on her cheeks. 

"You're not a monster, Y/N. I learned a long time ago that my powers, our powers, don't define us." Wanda brushed a strand of hair out of Y/N's face, the young woman smiled stroking Y/N's cheek. 

"You are an amazing woman, and you are becoming an amazing fighter. A hero." 

Y/N dipped her head shyly, and Wanda had to wonder how this woman sitting in front of her could be such a dangerous assassin, a stoic fighter and at the same time looked so innocent, so bashful and young. 

"I don't feel like a hero," she said softly, "I am damaged, and I need some work…perhaps, at some point, I would believe it."

Y/N's words were accompanied by a sheer honesty Wanda was sure was one of her best traits. 

"We can try working on that and… if you want, we can try working on us." Wanda gave a nervous smile, flustered at her own boldness. "If you want, of course."

This time around Y/N, and her laughter was like a fresh breeze on a heated morning. 

"I think I do want to, Wanda."

Wanda shivered when she said her name, the young witch smiled and this time around it was her the one acting shyly. Y/N leaned in with a serious expression, her eyes gleaming with an unfamiliar light. 

"I am ready to learn about being with someone, in a relationship." Y/N's voice dropped, it turned invitingly and this time around whatever tingles Wanda had felt on her abdomen and chest they were travelling all the way down to her crotch. 

"I am really ready to learn everything there is to know about being with you,” Y/N was so close, and her voice was just so inviting. “I know I want to experience everything with you…but Tasha told me to do this right, we have to be married. Outside of that sacred bond, it would be…meaningless.

Y/N observed carefully as the young witch's face changed at those words, her green eyes darkened slightly, her cheeks red and her breath laboured, though her mouth was hanging open at the last part. 

"Who said… I mean marriage is.. I guess some people…" And could Wanda sound more of an idiot at the moment?

Y/N laughed again, her arm wrapped around Wanda pressing closer to her careful with the position they were in. The teasing in her eyes easy to read at the moment, Wanda was still trying to process what had happened until Y/N spoke again. 

"Pietro said if I mentioned something like that you would short-circuit." The teasing smile didn't go, and Wanda felt the need to kill her twin at the moment. 

"Does it mean you though of us having sex before marriage?" Y/N inquired feing innocence. 

"Oh God, I'm going to kill Pietro" Wanda mumbled looking away in embarrassment, Y/N chuckled before leaning back 

Wanda didn't dare to look back at Y/N, but she ended up returning the smile the other woman was wearing. 

“I wouldn’t mind doing something before marriage,” Y/N chuckled when Wanda just rolled her eyes at her.

“You really are enjoying this teasing.”

“I am, yes.” Y/N answered seriously, “and I like it more because it is with you.”

Wanda offered a half smile, Y/N squeezed her hand tenderly.

“And, while I would love to make love to you, and I think for now I just want to…be with you.” Y/N revealed and Wanda melted right away trembling at the close proximity of the other woman. At the tender kiss, and the loving words. 

“I think I want to be with you as well.” Wanda revealed and the both of them knew it was more than a physical attraction, that there was something else they needed to build before their relationship could change.

Silence overcame them, and it was comfortable. Both of them contemplating the morning, the sun sneaking out of the heavy clouds. 

Slowly, and without planning it, their hands joined again. A simple gesture, a moment of solitude before they had to go back to the real world. 

This time around together. 

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Got my jacket for my Pietro cosplay! And dyed my hair!

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lost mal-evolence // 5

WORD COUNT // 2180

an ! i am extremely sorry for the delay i’m like the worst updater ever, so here’s quite a long chapter i hope you all like and don’t hesitate to give me lots of feedback i love it !!!! Okay so i just want to say that Mal is quite impulsive for those who might think she reacts too strongly or that she’s angry a lot. :)))) THANK YOU for reading

summary ! The youngest of the Maximoff siblings had lived through heartbreak twice now. First her parents death and then her older siblings abandonment. She did not know what she had done wrong, only that she searched for them for 3 years before HYDRA recruited her. She joined them when she learnt Pietro and Wanda had came here after leaving her. Now 6 years after their departure, she was in the process of becoming HYDRA’s best asset ever.

   part one    part dos      part tres      part quatro

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Numb. The only Mal could describe what she felt when she woke up.

At least she knew she wasn’t dead, she could recognize that smirking voice anywhere.

She could hear him, distinctively. But she couldn’t see him, she couldn’t seem to open her eyes. Or maybe they already were but she had a blindfold one ?

She couldn’t seem to understand what was clearly happening, everything felt so overwhelming. Every single one of her senses were numb, except her hearing.

Mal had always had enhanced senses but her hearing was predominant. 

Something that made her so special, more than the fact that she could literally project hundreds of thousands of kilowatts on anyone and anything in a matter of seconds, was that everything in her body seemed enhanced.

The scientists that had studied her for months after she had muted came to the conclusion that her brain was working a lot faster than the average human.

In fact, the electricity flowing through her veins and her brain allowed the nervous messages to be transmitted at least 30 times faster than anyone else. 

After her change, Mal saw her reflexes increase as well as her recovery and she could hear, see, smell everything better. Not that her mutation hadn’t created any downsides too.

At first, she couldn’t seem to touch anything electric without frying it. That was also the case with humans, she couldn’t touch anyone without sending them a small dose of her newfound electricity.

Luckily for her, and for the scientists working with her, she rapidly got it under control. Now it only happen when under severe pressure, stress or fatigue.

Right now though, Mal knew her too sensitive self wouldn’t be of any help. She knew whatever they were doing to her, they had found a way to make her powers backfire on her.

She felt trapped and foolish. She should have known.

And no matter how many times she told herself that she couldn’t have possibly seen it coming, she always ended up diminishing herself because if she had paid a little more attention she wouldn’t be stuck in this position right now.

All that thinking made the teen subconsciously struggle against the restraints that were still holding her.

Doctor Von Hulsen was paying close attention to his new teammate when he saw his most recent patient move.

Finally he thought. Maybe he shouldn’t have put that much tranquilizer in that syringe. 

Smirking to himself, he interrupted the young trainee in the middle of her story when he walked past her and over to the heart monitor attached to the young girl.

Of course he didn’t really care for her, he just followed the orders so he could prove they had chosen well when they had chosen the new head of experiments.

Now he was the one decision-maker, the other scientists had to obey him and he couldn’t be happier.

He knew everything there was to know about the mutant laying before him. He had been there all throughout her change, all her experiments. From the very first one to the finale.

He was immensely proud to meet her once again as she was well-known in Hydra’s community. Every knew her story and what she was now capable of.

As he ripped the needle from her arm, Mal yelped. Blood trickled down her arm onto the hard, cold and tiled floor. 

Dr Von Hulsen was a sadistic man, people knew it. They knew if he could make the patient endure a little more pain than necessary without failing the demand or experiment, well he would do it.

He then took the bucket of cold water he had previously prepared and threw the freezing liquid at the teenager’s face.

Mal gasped as the freezing cold water made contact with her still numb face. But suddenly she could see, and feel everything again.

Her teeth were now chattering and her lips turned a shade lighter as her body struggled to warm itself up.

She glared at the man, thinking of all the ways she could torture him. She dreamt of twisting and snapping his neck with her bare hands.

She didn’t know where this new-found confidence and rage came from but she took advantage of those emotions and before she could even register what she had done she had spat in his face and insulted him.

But when she realized her previous actions, and remembered that here, at Hydra, every action had consequences, she felt her anxiety build back up and triple with force.

Mal felt suddenly very aware of the fact that she was currently strapped down on a cold table, and that this man could pretty much do anything to her. She knew even if she screamed for help, even if she begged and cried, no one would ever come for her.

Just like three years ago, she was terrified of what could happen. But she knew there was no turning back now.

Being 13, she had came to the conclusion that from the moment she had walked through those doors willingly, she could never go back to her old life, nor to the outside world without their permission.

Now, she was older. She had gone through hell in that lab, but being back inside three years after the end of the experiment, she couldn’t help but remember all the pain, the shattering sound of her pleas resonating in her head. 

And she knew if only she had started training directly after the incident she wouldn’t be here. They had brought her here for one reason only. And she knew what it was.

It wasn’t to improve her or care for her as they would have tried to make her believe before, she was back here because they knew she wasn’t as gullible as before. They knew she was becoming more and more powerful everyday and if they didn’t control her, it would all have been for nothing.

And that’s what they were afraid of. Mal knew that.

She did now. 

The 16-year-old was shocked at how blind she had been those past years, but she was and always had been just another experiment. 

But what made her different somehow is that almost nothing had backfired after her mutation. That’s why they had kept her. She was young and easy to manipulate.

And although they might just were starting to see more as a dangerous rebel than a great achievement and asset, they couldn’t just give now.

Not after so much money had been spent on Mal, not after they had accomplished something no other could : restrain immense loads of electricity into a human body.

They knew once she went public with her powers everyone would want to study, admire or fear her, that’s why it had been so important to keep this mission extra-private.

And moreover, they couldn’t risk losing her. She was, after all, possibly the most powerful mutant to exist in their era.

Not that she knew that.

Mal had always been kept in the dark about the extent of her abilities, she knew little about she could do. But she was content with what she had accomplished so far. 

She didn’t think about what she could potentially do, she concentrated on getting better at what she knew -sort of- how to do.

Right now though, she cursed mentally at herself. If only she had worked on getting into people’s minds she would already be out of here.

Unfortunately she didn’t know how to do it precisely, and the plastic covering her body wasn’t making the thinking any easier as it tickled her, and she knew it was useless to try and send an electroshock as it would only hurt her.

She felt helpless, once again. And panicky when the doctor wiped the spit off his cheek with a maniacal smile. 

He cocked his head to the side and the next second his face was so close to Mal’s she could smell his putrid cologne.

“My dearest child, do you have any idea why you’re here ?” His strong Dutch accent made it difficult for her to understand what he was saying.

She turned her head to the side, mentioning she did not want to talk to that man.

He laughed lightly and traced the contour of her face as she grimaced in disgust.

“You should know, before we start the festivities, that down here no one can hear you scream”

She closed her eyes as they watered, not willing to show any weakness in front of such a disgusting man.

The trainee who was still standing beside the tools table, spoke for the first time, making Mal open her eyes as she realized someone else was there.

“Doctor Von Hulsen, the festivities ?” Her voice felt smooth and innocent. 

But the teenager laying on the table knew better than to trust someone based on the looks only.

The tall bearded man turned back around to face the young woman who was wearing the pale green blouse designed for the newbies. He looked down on her as she blushed under the man’s gaze.

“Yes, now give me the scalpel” He simply smiled like a madman would and extended his hand waiting for the woman to comply to his order.

Mal on the other hand, was now quivering on the inside, as the restraints were too tight for her to even breathe correctly.

She was scared, more than ever, for her life. 

She thought surely they couldn’t kill her as she was their most valuable asset.

But then she looked into the eyes of the scientist approaching her with a predatory-like gaze and she changed her mind. Because she knew he could easily get rid of her, being the crazed psychopath he was.

Placing his right hand on her cheek, he placed the scalpel on her cheek and started putting pressure.

“Now now, there is one rule my dear.” She was openly listening as her skin of her cheek started to tear under the pressure and she struggled not to scream. Her face contorted into one of pain. “I can do anything I want, and you can’t”.

He then laughed loudly as he cut in the other cheek, her cheekbones now bloody. She wanted to cry out so badly but never would she submit to him.

The tears were burning the wounds as they kept pouring.

Her entire body was burning. It felt like she was on fire.

Actually she was a few minutes ago, when the scientist thought it’d be nice to see how her body would react to the flame.

Mal’s immune system was extremely strong compared to the ordinary human one and she could heal herself abnormally fast. Her easy recovery made it more practical for the doctor.

It meant he could experience more kinds of torture on the young girl.

Her cheekbones had healed nicely and there was no trace of the past cuts, only the now dried blood was left there.

She didn’t know how much time had passed since she woke up the first time, but she knew it had been a long time. She had passed out a few times too, both from the constant pain and the exhaustion.

But the pain had subsided as she concentrated on her anger, that building rage was slowly consuming her entire body.

She was angry, because no one was coming down to get her, to save her from that man. She was angry at herself for not being able to free herself. And she was extremely anger at both the man making the wounds and scars on her body and the woman standing behind him.

She had been there the whole time, watching, taking notes eventually.

The blonde woman was in her mid-20s, looked smart and organized. And she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor mutant here.

She didn’t what she was capable of, but she knew she must be bad if she was suffering from this kind of treatment.

She didn’t feel any regret watching this, it would make a great report to hand over at the end of the semester.

Mal had been looking at her, all throughout her painful conscious moments. She knew the woman’s mind was occupied watching or talking to Dr Von Hulsen.

And she felt so much anger inside her, she didn’t want to be locked up anymore. She didn’t want to suffer at the hands of a deranged scientist. She deserved better.

And Madame Hydra had lied to her once again.

Pietro and Wanda had left her.

And Mom and Dad were dead.

They didn’t deserve her.

Mal wondered how that stupid blonde bitch could sleep at night knowing she had watched and smiled as a teenager was being mutilated in front of her.

She wondered, as she was regaining her full awareness and the doctor was searching for a file waiting for the mutant to heal, and she came to a conclusion.

At that precise moment, Mal decided that woman really didn’t deserve to live.

At least not as much as she did.

part six

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My Sleepless Love 🤍

Wanda Maximoff X Reader ~fluff

WK: 480-short

A/N: finally got a Wanda fic done :) I really like how this came out so I kinda hope it doesn’t flop :3 

Sum: Asleep at your desk, work was just too much, so Wanda put you to bed.

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Piles and piles of paperwork, your eyes started to twitch and words became a dancing blur. The headache of paper wouldn’t stop and your eyes fluttered heavy, threatening sleep. You shook yourself awake determined to finish. No distractions. No sleep. You would get this done. Or at least that's what you told yourself;

Wanda knew how hard you had been working, and even though you begged her for no distractions; she had to bring you water, maybe just an excuse to see you, but she knew how awful you were at staying hydrated and couldn't resist a visit.

Her knock on your office door was left without a reply, she was hesitant but opened it anyway. A dull lit room. Piles of unsorted work sleepily organised in messy stacks that just about drowned your figure; slumped over a folder snoring blissfully, she couldn’t help but giggle, creeping closer and bending down to meet your face with a grin. 

“Love” she whispers. “You fell asleep.” your audible groan of annoyance at being half woken made her laugh. You’re clearly overworked, there's no chance she's leaving you here. She puts the water down beside you, her arms find your waist preparing to carry you to bed.

“No ..I gotta work..” you mutter in protest, still half asleep. Wanda chuckles at your stubbornness, placing a kiss to your temple.

“No work now love. You need sleep.” 

Your grunt of disagreement fades almost instantaneously to a snore, and she takes her chance to scoop you away. You don’t complain this time, letting your arms flop over her shoulders, your head automatically snuggling into the warmth of her neck. 

If being an avenger had any advantage it meant she could carry you with ease, picking you up like you weighed nothing, always grinning as you rolled your eyes and let her carry you.

Wanda shuffled quietly from your nest of work, closing the door and tiptoeing to your room. She was quiet enough not to wake you, laying you gently on the bed and fetching a pair of her clothes for you to sleep in. Her quiet giggles as you muttered about work in your sleep filled the room; she finally got you in bed, pulling the comforter up around you both and wrapping her arms over your frame. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, and she hummed fondly as you shuffled closer in search of cuddles. 

Your work would have to wait until morning, you would be grateful at least to wake up in the soft arms of your red haired girlfriend, wearing her clothing with a grin and snuggling against her muttering your love. For now you were asleep, paperwork left only to mock your dreams and the sweet embrace that marked your face with a cheesy smile.

“Good night my sleepless love.” She whispers, kissing your head once more.

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - I bet i love you

Gif if not mine, but i swear she looks prettier every time i look at her.

Summary: Prompt based from @ecruzsalaz: The one where Wanda is popular, and Reader is a nerd. The popular kids do a bet that Reader will fall in love with Wanda. Everything will be reveal after their trip. 

Warnings: Light angst, kissing, teasing, underage drinking, lies, Vision being an idiot completely out of canon.

Words:  13.446 k /// Read on AO3

Notes: I don’t even know what happen here. I’m been busy and this took a lot of days to be done, but it’s finally here, hope @ecruzsalaz will be satisfied haha. Good reading everyone and apologies for any typo, it sucks to translate so many words. There are a few pop culture references, i wonder if anyone will catch those.

Marks (if i forgot your name tell me i’m lost):  @mionemymind @abimess

In your last year of high school, you just wish things would be peaceful.

The previous years hadn't exactly been ideal, since you were surrounded by assholes, but you are optimistic.

Your small, select group of friends, consisting of exactly two people, who you could swear were probably the only decent human beings left in West View High School, were currently the only reason you still wanted to go to high school.

Right now, for example, you were sitting in the outer cafeteria, a book of historical fiction to escape reality plus headphones with some old rock music that you weren't really listening to, since you were so focused on the story you were reading. And then someone pulled on your headphones, and you looked up ready to complain, but the mischievous smile of your best friend Bruce Banner was all you could find.

- I've been calling you for five minutes. - He said, sitting down on the stool in front of you. You smiled, apologizing, and put your cell phone on the table. - No problem, you always do that.

You laughed awkwardly, closing the book while Bruce put his backpack on the table.

- Where is Mon? I haven't seen her today. - You tell him, but Bruce shrugs. 

- Maybe her mother changed shifts again. - He comments, and you make a noise with your mouth of agreement. Whenever Maria, your friend Monica's mother, switched shifts at work, she would be late for first periods. It has been like this since primary school.

- You still haven't let me see your schedule. - You told Bruce with a slight frown, and he laughed, going through his pockets. Then he took out his cell phone, fiddled with the screen for a few seconds, and then handed it to you. You read the attached class schedule with a frown. - Bruce! You didn't sign up for half the classes you took last year?

He shrugged, running his hands through his hair.

- Yeah, I think I'll focus more on what I want for college. - He explained a little shyly. - I was getting too anxious about all that stuff. And honestly, you should have done the same.

You made a grumbling sound with your mouth, and started biting your thumbnail as you finished looking at the schedule. You would barely have any classes together. And then you handed the cell phone back to your friend.

- I would do it if I had any idea what I wanted to major in. - You tell him. - It's better to have several interests on the curriculum, so I'll have more course options.

- You can also develop burnot. - He remarked with mild irony, and you laughed, looking away.

The bell for the first class then rang, and the two of you exchanged a look before getting up. Bruce kissed you on the cheek before heading in the opposite direction, and you grumbled lightly as you picked up your book and walked to the chemistry labs.

In the hallway of the main building, a few meters before the entrance to the lab, someone bumped into you. It was one of the boys from the team, who was laughing at something his colleague said. Your notebooks fell to the floor, and the boy looked at you with contempt.

- Watch where you're going weirdo. - He warned and you rolled your eyes.

- You're the one who bumped into me, you brute. - You grumbled angrily. The boy just laughed and walked away.

After picking your books, you stood up. The athletes at your school were jerks, but you didn't blame only them for their arrogance. The rest of the school, including the faculty, treated them as gods, so they behaved as such.

Sighing with impatience, you entered the chemistry labs, wishing that the day wasn't long.

Darcy Lewis had been your chemistry partner for three years. You smiled as you greeted her and sat down next to her. You were not friends, but she was very kind and extremely intelligent. You really thought you were very lucky to have her as your partner, and then, as if the universe would like to laugh at you, Professor Nakia announced that she was switching partners.

The whole class let out a chorus of dissatisfaction, and one student asked aloud.

- Please, Professor Nakia, we have been working with the same people for three years. Why change now?

- Excellent question, Miss Quinn. - Nakia said, smiling. She was at her desk, finishing putting her materials on top. - Three years is more than enough time for you to create tricks to cheat on my exams. 

The room exchanged complicit and guilty looks, and the teacher kept a serious posture.

- The school board found evidence to indicate this. - She explains. - I was very disappointed to learn that there were students cheating on the evaluation method not only in this class, but in several others. You will notice that all teachers with fixed groups will rotate them from now on. This was a decision made by the principal.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you would lose your amazing partner and were running the chance of ending up with someone irresponsible or slacker, just because some kids were careless at cheating. The room let out a chorus of understanding, and everyone began to move around as the teacher indicated the new groups. You ended up sitting with a guy named Vision, who you didn't really know, but you knew was quite popular because he was class speaker, and head of the fencing club.

- Hello, dear. - He greeted you as he sat down, putting his coat on the chair. Vision dressed very well; he was part of the group your classmates called "preps”, even if he was usually hanging out with jocks.

You made a noise with your mouth in greeting, but he didn't seem to mind your lack of sociability. 

Fortunately, Vision was a decent chemistry partner. Although he was bossy, and had a habit of interrupting or explaining as if you were stupid, he was intelligent and knew how to do the experiments. You thought that was enough, since you would only have to put up with him in this class.

Feeling a glance at you, you raised your eyes from the notebook, and were slightly startled to notice Vision looking at you with amusement and curiosity, you frowned ready to ask what's wrong, but then he let out a dry laugh.

- I knew I knew you! - he declared. - You're the Presley freak!

Vision laughed lightly nostalgically, and you felt your face flush, turning your attention back to your notebook. He was talking about the Halloween party in freshman year, where you dressed up as Elvis Presley and the track team decided to nickname you "Presley Freak" for the next whole year. The teasing died down after a while, but Vision brought it back as if it were a good memory.

Fortunately he just shook his head with amusement, and didn't mention it again. When class was over, he didn't say goodbye on his way out, but you didn't care.

//-//

The story that all the teachers followed the new norm of switching partners was true. In History, you lost your partner Bucky Barnes to sit with Natasha Romanoff, equally quiet and intelligent. For the most part, you are satisfied with the partners you got. 

But then in fourth period, biology class, you ended up partnering with someone you never imagined.

Wanda Maximoff was one of the most popular girls in school. You didn't really know her. You were classmates during elementary school, and you even became friends with her twin brother in elementary school, Pietro Maximoff, before he became a complete idiot. But other than that, you didn't know much about her. Although you had a strange sympathy for the girl. Unlike the group of girls she hung out with, Wanda never tormented you at school. Or your friends. She was probably fake and sneaky like the others, but she left you alone, so you had nothing against her.

You were pulling your biology book out of your backpack as the teacher announced the new pairs, and you stopped in mid-motion when she said Maximoff and your name.

Wanda sat down beside you the next moment, smiling politely. You shook your head slightly, dropping your backpack on the floor.

Wanda was surprisingly nice. You didn't talk about anything unrelated to the subject, but she was quick enough to catch your ironic glances when Professor Darkholme made an inappropriate comment or a funny remark, and match it with a smile or a look. 

As the class came to an end, Wanda nodded slightly at you, and you smiled back before gathering your materials.

It had been four months since classes had started, and you were already used to your new partners in class. 

Vision was inconvenient in many comments, as if he took pleasure in recalling your most embarrassing moments in high school, but you learned to change the subject quickly whenever this happened. All you had to do was pretend you didn't know about some subject he mastered, only to hear him explain it to you in the most arrogant manner possible for the next few minutes, effectively distracting him.

Natasha Romanoff was exceptionally sarcastic and ironic, and you sometimes you felt that she was a more aggressive female version of your former partner Bucky Barnes. She was quite individualistic, and you had to make an effort not to get left behind, or you had to constantly remind her that you were a duo, but otherwise she was a good partner, and you were happy to invite her to lunch with you, which eventually became a habit after a week.

And then you had Wanda Maximoff. You weren't friends, but you had a strange kind of complicity as biology partners. You never would have guessed that Wanda would have a sense of humor so similar to yours. Two classes in a row, and you already had inside jokes about the way Ms. Darkholme caught the attention of her students. Two weeks in, and you two knew how to cheat your way through assignments. You didn't know how to make friends, and judging by the history of who Wanda was hanging out with, you had the impression that she wouldn't want to develop any kind of relationship with you. And honestly, this was your last year, you wouldn't see these people again, so you were more than satisfied to have just one good lab partner.

With the mid-winter vacations approaching, you were looking forward to getting some rest.

Non-Reader Pov

- God, Wanda, why are you talking about that weirdo again? - interrupted Vision impatiently. His girlfriend blinked in confusion, looking away awkwardly.

- I'm just commenting on a joke we…

- Really, Wanda? - He interrupted again with an accusing look. - It seems like all you do lately is "comment" on your little jokes in class. - He sneers as he settles down on the sofa. The two of them stand together outside the school, their group of friends watching the discussion with amusement. - I don't know why you talk to her at all. She is so silent and awkward with me in chemistry class.

Wanda bites the inside of her cheek, looking forward. 

- I think your girlfriend has a girl crush. - Tony Stark sneered next, making everyone laugh. Wanda frowned, feeling her heart race.

- You are an idiot. - She grumbled impatiently, crossing her arms. Vision looked at her curiously.

- Honey, don't tell me that you actually appreciate that girl? - he asks ironically, and Wanda rolls her eyes without looking at him. Vision laughs. 

And then Tony is holding out a craft-paper covered bottle to Vision, and he takes a sip, coughing slightly afterwards. Wanda frowns at the scene, but none of her friends seem concerned that they are drinking during school hours, as the bottle continues to pass in everyone's hand.

- You know, I think it's sweet that you have sympathy for that freak. - Tony comments a moment later and Wanda tells him to fuck off, making him laugh. 

- I think we are witnessing a beautiful love story. - Mocks Pepper, Tony's girlfriend, approaching the three of them as she sits on Stark's lap. Wanda rolls her eyes, as the group laughs. And then Vision has a thoughtful expression.

- I have an idea. - He says slightly drunk, as he throws his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. - Let's make a bet.

Tony and Pepper let out excited exclamations, while Wanda frowns.

- What kind of bet?

- Well, you guys remember when the weirdo dressed up as Presley for Halloween, right? - he asked, and Tony and Pepper laughed, agreeing. - And then Pietro saw her kissing that girl who hang with the bikers, Jones something.

- Jessica. - Pepper clarified before taking another sip of her drink. 

- Then we know she's a dyke. - Vision says, but Tony frowns.

- Wasn't she dating that guy with the long hair and the angry face? 

- Barnes? - Vision asked and Tony nodded. - I don't think so. Anyway, she is into girls. - he said and the group nodded in agreement. - I mean the bet is this: I can prove that she is just like everyone else in this school. Give her a bit of our attention, and she will be completely obsessed.

- Vis, what are you talking about? - Wanda asked, and Vision laughed ironically.

- It's very simple, love. - He says. - You are hot. Everyone knows that, and even someone like her, who pretends not to be part of the social circles of this school, can see that. - He clarifies, and the group looks at him intently. Wanda doesn't say that she doesn't like being objectified, swallowing the bitter feeling in her stomach. - So my bet is that you win her over. It should take what, one or two dates for her to be completely in love with you.

The friends laugh in irony and Wanda thinks she should follow, but only a forced laugh escapes. Because of the alcohol, no one notices.

- This is ridiculous. - Wanda comments and then Vision looks at her with irony.

- Unless you're getting attached to the girl, dear. - He sneers, and the group laughs. Wanda swallows dryly, shaking her head in denial. - So, what's the problem? You'll just prove me right. And you will realize that there is nothing special about her. 

- I think we can make this even more fun. - says Tony with a wicked smile. - I bet you a hundred bucks that Wanda will fall in love too.

Tony sneers and the group laughs with irony.

- As if anyone would even like that girl. - Vision declares, accepting another drink. 

- How do we make sure it's working? - Tony asks and Vision bites his lip thoughtfully. Then he lets out an exclamation.

- Our trip! - he says, and then turns to Wanda. - Love, invite the weirdo to the cabin! We can watch you work.

Wanda frowns, but then the group is suggesting ideas of conquest, and laughing, and debauchery, and she hates it. But she smiles, and nods in agreement, accepting the liquor as the bottle comes into her hand.

Reader Pov

You intended to study during the winter vacations. And maybe get out of the room a little if Bruce or Monica visited. Your surprise was genuine when in your last biology term, Wanda Maximoff started talking to you about something other than the subject.

- Hey, are you doing anything this holiday? - she comments amiably. You didn't notice the looks Tony Stark was giving you two from the front seat. 

- Huh... No?

- Are you asking me? - She replies with a smile. You blush, looking away at your notebook. Wanda bites her cheek, and it takes a moment for her to speak again. - I wanted to invite you to something.

You blink in surprise, looking at Wanda. She looks away from the board for a moment, as she wiggles her fingers against her own thigh.

- My friends and I are spending the holiday in a cabin. - She clarifies. - There's all this winter activities, you know. Skiing and stuff like that. I'd like you to come.

- Why? - The question slips out a little harshly, but you can't help it. Wanda looks away, and you almost apologize. But then Wanda smiles, shrugging.

- I'd like to get to know you better, I guess. - She says. - I think it would be fun if we could be friends outside of class.

You look at her suspiciously for a few seconds. But then you sigh, looking down at the notebooks.

- Alright, Wanda. - you say after a moment, ignoring the growing anxiety in your stomach. - Is it okay if I bring a friend?

- Of course! - She confirms excitedly. - You can take whoever you want, it's a big place. 

The teacher gives a warning for side conversations next, and you shut up. You blush when Wanda approaches you to write down her phone number in her notebook. You are distracted enough not to notice her blushing slightly when Tony Stark gives her a mischievous look. 

//-//

- So you actually said yes? - Bruce asked with surprise when you told him about the biology class, while you were having lunch together in the cafeteria. Monica had the same expression.

- Yes, and I would love it if you would go with me, because I think I am close to completely freak out. - You ask with mild desperation and your friends laugh. And then Monica is looking behind you.

- Look, I would be too. They are so... - She starts and you turn around, looking at the group of Wanda's friends a few meters away. The kids are sitting at the table, making noise with their loud laughter. One of them was throwing a football up in the air. A short boy walked past them and was pushed slightly. - I can't even define them.

You let out a grumble, laying your head on your arms on the table.

- This was a bad idea, wasn't it, guys? - you ask. - They're going to eat me alive.

- Why the long faces, nerds? - Natasha asked as she came over to the table, placing the tray of food next to Monica, staring at you. 

And then your friends explained it to her, and you groaned in dissatisfaction when she started laughing.

- You've lost your mind, haven't you? - she asked wryly. - It's a trap, I'm sure.

- There's no reason for it. - You retorted, trying to eat a little. - Besides, it was Wanda who invited me. She said she'd like us to be friends.

- Look, I know that Maximoff is the least worst of the bunch. - Nat began as she opened her soda. - But she still hangs around with those idiots. 

- Yeah, I know. - You agree with a sigh. And then you remember your classes. - I just... She has been surprisingly nice, you know? I think she was being sincere. It's just a trip, it's not the end of the world.

- Good to know you think that. - said Bruce. - Because I won't be able to go.

- What? - You then exclaim.

- I applied for an internship at S.H.I.E.L.D. Labs. - He remarks and you let out a grumble, remembering.

- Shit, it's true. - You say. - I completely forgot about it.

- Girl, I can't go either. - Informs Monica with a guilty expression, and you let out an exclamation. - I'm going to spend the holiday with my father.

You bury your face in your hands. And then you risk a glance at Natasha, and she laughs wryly.

- Don't even try. - She says. - Even if you paid me I wouldn't travel with Tony Stark.

- I'll pay you.

Nat laughs at your desperation, and stops eating, looking at you with surprising kindness.

- You, girl, are adorable and kind. A nerdy cute dork, and I'm sure that if that's not enough for those idiots, they're the problem, not you. - She assures you, and you smile wryly. - Don't worry about pleasing any of them, you're going to become friends with Wanda, aren't you? Try to enjoy the trip, and if anything happens, call me and I'll finish them all off.

You laugh, nodding slightly. You don't want to think so much about this trip, but you know it's going to be the only thing on your mind for the next few days.

The week ended quickly. And you were very anxious when the weekend arrived, and you received a text message from Wanda saying that she would pick you up at home on Saturday morning. You would spend the holiday at the Stark family's winter cottage, a property big enough to fit the whole group. Wanda said it was somewhere with mountains, near a lake, and you bit your lip, wondering if you should bring a bathing suit. Since it was snowing, you figured you wouldn't try to swim anywhere.

On Saturday you were up bright and early, your bags packed. You kissed your parents and your younger brother on the cheek before you left, finding a pickup truck parked in front of your house.

Wanda hugged you when you said good morning to her, and to the boys. Vision and Pietro were in this car, and she said that Tony was in the second car, and had gone for gas.

Vision drove towards the cabin next, and he tried a little small talk before shutting up. Wanda was in the passenger seat, and Vision let his hand rest on her thigh, and you didn't understand the bitter feeling in your stomach.

- God, put on some decent music! - asked Pietro, scrambling up on the seat beside you to reach for the radio.

- Leave it, Pietro! - complained Vision pushing the boy backwards. - You only want to play that emo shit!

Pietro laughed, not insisting. And Vision looked at you through the rearview mirror.

- Let's let our guest choose the music. - he said with a smile. You cleared your throat. 

- Okay. - You agreed, pulling your cell phone out of your pocket. You turned on Spotify next, and when Vision asked if it would be any longer, you bit the inside of your cheek. And then you put on some pop rock.

Nobody said anything, and you thought that somehow you had just passed some kind of test. But then your set list started, and when the classic rock song from the 50's started playing, Vision burst out laughing.

- They don't call you Presley Freak for nothing. - He scoffs, switching to the radio next. 

- I like it. - Wanda comments surprising you, but neither Vision nor her brother change their debauched posture.

- Yes, yes, your taste is terrible too. - He replies with irony. You bite your lips as you watch Wanda roll her eyes and look away to the window. Vision lets Pietro choose the music next.

The cabin was really very big. 

You guys met Tony's car on the way, but he didn't stop. It didn't take long for you to arrive. You smiled in appreciation at Pietro when he carried your bags inside.

You looked at the structure impressed. Tony Stark really was very rich. Hugging your arms lightly after feeling the cool breeze, you smiled politely at Wanda's other friends as they greeted you.

- I am Pepper Potts, and this is Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson. - says the blonde girl cheerfully, as she waves to the other boys. - You must have met Tony by now.

- I think I've seen all of you at school. - You say feeling out of place, but they smile as they walk into the cabin. Tony hands the bags to the other boys, and then is throwing an arm around your shoulders, and you want to push him away for the inappropriate contact.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, sweetie. - He says, and you blink when you feel the alcohol. - Who knew that nerds hid pretty girls with them?

The joke makes the group laugh, and you look around uncomfortably. Tony then releases you as you enter. 

Pepper is the one who shares the rooms, and you are happy to know that you won't be sharing with anyone. 

While you are unpacking upstairs on your bed, Wanda joins you.

- Hey. - She greets me as she enters and closes the door. You're folding your clothes.

- Hi, Wanda.

- Is everything okay? - she asks and you nod in agreement. - They can be a bit much sometimes, and I don't want you to get uncomfortable and... Do you like "Bewitched"?

The sudden question startles you and you blink in confusion. Wanda nods at the item in your hands. The T-shirt you are folding has the logo of the old sitcom you used to watch with your parents.

- Oh yes. - You sigh in agreement. - It is one of my favorite shows actually.

Wanda laughs in surprise, crossing her arms.

- Wow, I didn't know that. - She says. - I love this stuff. Vision thinks the jokes are stupid, so don't tell him I'm talking about it.

She jokes and you let out a wry exclamation.

- Why would I tell Vision anything? - You ask and Wanda hesitates slightly, but then smiles.

- No, it was just a figure of speech. - She clarifies as you fold your shirt.

- Right. - You say, not really understanding this conversation. - If you want, we can watch it together anytime. I think we'll have time to do it here.

Wanda looks at you with surprise and excitement.

- Really? I'd love to. - She confirms, and you smile as you finish packing. 

The redhead clears her throat afterwards.

- I just wanted to check on you anyway. - she says. - I think Steve is cooking dinner tonight, so join us when you' re ready.

- Okay, Wanda. - You say. - Thanks.

She smiles before leaving. You stare at the Bewitched's T-shirt on your bed for a few moments before you leave.

Steve tries to cook some chicken breast. And he almost burns the kitchen down. So you are on your feet, investigating the cupboards, and although cooking is not your favorite activity, you don't mind making some chili for everyone. 

- I love Mexican food. - Wanda comments excitedly as she stands next to you and watches you cook. The rest of the group is in the living room, the boys being very noisy as they throw a soccer ball around the room. You smile at the redhead next to you. 

- God, did you see the picture that Tabitha Smith posted on instagram? - Pepper asked aloud, staring at her cell phone. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, a look of disgust on her face. Wanda approached her and quickly looked at the screen. - She put on silicone, I'm sure of it. 

Wanda made a noise of agreement, exchanging a quick glance with you, clearly not caring one bit about the topic, and you smiled, turning your attention back to the pot. Pepper didn't notice and continued making comments about her classmates' social media posts.

- It's ready. - You announce. Your breath catches in your throat as Wanda puts her hand on your waist, leaning behind your back to taste the food. She lets out a satisfied groan, and you feel her cheeks flush.

But then she walks away next, and you struggle to disguise yourself as the boys are joining you, announcing that they are starving. 

- Wow, this is delicious. - said Pepper as soon as you sat down at the table and started to eat. The group agreed, and you blushed with embarrassment. Soon they started talking among themselves, and you tried to keep up as best you could, but the topics weren't really of interest to you.

When you got back to the room, Tony proposed that you all play a game, and then he went through the storage room and came back carrying monopoly.

At first you thought it would be innocent fun, then there were drinks and gambling. 

- It's a four! - shouted Tony excitedly. - That's my property, Wilson! 

Sam let out a grumble of dissatisfaction as he moved his figure around the board. Tony laughed mischievously.

- So, how do you want me to pay the rent?  - Sam asked and Tony made a thoughtful face. 

- With a question. - Tony announces maliciously. - Among the people in this room, tell me who would you have sex with?

Sam laughs in surprise, as the group gives a chorus of excitement. You swallow dryly, uncomfortable with the direction of the questions. So far, the questions and challenges had been innocent and slightly awkward, but after a few beers, the group was clearly getting more excited in other respects.

- Careful with your answer, friend. - Vision warned, putting his arm possessively around Wanda's shoulders. You looked away to the board.

- That might be shocking for a straight guy, Vis. - Sam remarked with mild debauchery. - But not all of us are looking at the girls.

The group laughs in surprise, and Vision rolls his eyes. 

- I would do Steve Rogers for sure. - Sam declares the next moment, and the group lets out a celebratory chorus. Steve laughs too, slightly surprised. Sam just smiles playfully, shrugging his shoulders. Then Steve steps forward, amusing himself by pretending to kiss him, and the group laughs. You smile awkwardly, not really understanding what everyone thinks is funny.

The game continues, and you are doing very well. You laugh when Pepper has to tell you all about the worst sexual experience she has ever had, but you are slightly uncomfortable when Steve has to demonstrate on a pillow his first time. A few rounds later, you grumble in dissatisfaction when you take a five and end up in jail.

- Whoa, that's has a punishment. - Tony announces when he sees your move. You look at him, and he looks excited. - Finally, Presley, your moment has come.

- Tony. - Wanda scolds him for his nickname, but Tony doesn't listen.

- Let me think about it. - He continues with a thoughtful expression, and then a mischievous gleam takes over his gaze. - Have you ever heard that shy girls are the biggest freaks in the room? 

You swallow dryly, feeling your face heat up as the group lets out a laugh. 

- I will not...

- Don't even start. - Tony interrupts your denial with a smile. - Don't spoil the fun. I'll give you a simple challenge.

You bite the inside of your cheek, frowning as you fight the urge to get up.

- Your sentence of freedom will be to give a hickey to the person who gets a six on the dice. - He declares, and the group lets out a chorus of excitement.

And then everyone is rushing to throw the dice and you cross your arms, feeling your face hot.

- If more than one person gets six, you'll give them both a hickey and win immunity for a round! - Tony laughs as he makes up the rules.

Pepper is the first to play, and lets out a despondent sigh when she draws two.  And then Steve plays next, and complains when the die lands on four. Sam and Tony don't get six either. You hold your breath when Wanda rolls, and feel your heart race when the die stops.

- This should be interesting. - Vision comments with mild irony and mischief as he takes his arm off Wanda's shoulders, picking up the die stopped at six. Tony laughs and you can't keep your eyes on the redhead.

Vision gets a four. And then Pietro gets a six, and you grumble.

- I can't believe you're going to get both of the Maximoffs! - Wilson comments with amusement and you swallow dryly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

- Finally some action. - Pietro jokes as he approaches. He kneels in front of you, and you take a deep breath. - Come on, Y/N, it's just a silly challenge.

He tries to reassure you with a smile, and you try to ignore the staring eyes on the two of you. You think the boys are laughing as you bring your face closer to Pietro's outstretched neck, and land your lips on his skin. He smells like aftershave lotion, but it's just embarrassing to be so close. Pietro lets out a breathless chuckle as you begin to suck on his skin, and he clenches the support of the couch.

You stop quickly, and he pulls away. The red skin glows on his neck. He flashes you the seductive smile, and you look away, listening to the group celebrating. 

- Next, please! - Tony says clearly intoxicated. You feel your racing heart echoing in your ears. Wanda gets up from the couch, and unlike her brother, she completely short-circuits your brain when she sits on your lap. You think someone whistled.

- Wanda, what are you doing? - You mumble clumsily, and she just smiles as she puts her hands on your shoulders.

- Don't you like this position? - she asks and you swallow dryly.

- Come on, girls! - Tony tells you between laughs. Someone knocks over the vodka bottle on the floor, making a mess. You think the group is barely paying attention to you, fighting among themselves to save the rest of the board and Tony's expensive rug, but you're not really taking in anything other than the girl on your lap.

You move forward, sinking your face into her neck and inhaling Wanda's scent. When you let out your breath, she trembles and squeezes your shoulder lightly, making you swallow dryly.

You let your lips kiss her skin, watching Wanda's chest rise and fall, indicating her unregulated breathing. And then you lick her skin, and she chokes. When you suck on her skin, she bites her lips hard, stopping herself from moaning.  And then you let go.

Ignoring the urge to kiss the red dot again, you throw your back against the armchair, moving away. Wanda lets out a breath, and before you can say anything, Tony is complaining that the game is over because the board has been ruined, and she rushes off your lap. 

Your face is very hot when Sam makes a snide remark to you, and then you are all saying goodnight. You don't have the courage to look at Wanda when you go up to your room.

//-//

The next day you go skiing. 

You absolutely suck at it, but so does everybody else, so nobody really cares. 

You don't want to think so much about Wanda's hands on your waist when she teaches you how to do it.

You also don't want to be so annoyed when Vision insists on getting a kiss from her while you are walking back to the cabin.

During the afternoon, you are distracted by a video game with Pietro, extremely surprised that he has invited you to do something. After dinner you go back to your room to read a little, and are astonished when Wanda appears at your door a few minutes after you have gone upstairs.

- How about we watch a sitcom together? - She invites you in, and you shrug as you smile, making space for her to enter your room. She giggles when she notices the open book on your bed. - Of course you brought a book.

You laugh awkwardly as you close the door. Wanda throws herself on your bed, opening the laptop she has brought with her. You take the book out and place it closed on the dresser, before joining her, trying to keep a respectable distance.

She ends up putting on Bewitched, and you are distracted enough by the program.

- Wow, that's kind of wrong. - You comment between giggles. And Wanda laughs lightly, turning the program's attention to you.

- What?

- The joke. - You clarify. - The way they imply that it's okay for boys to behave like that.

- Yeah, I know. - She agrees, turning her attention back to the screen. - But we're still laughing.

- Yeah. - You agree, laughing. - I guess it's okay as long as we don't find it funny in real life.

Wanda makes a noise of agreement with her mouth and then you are silent again. 

Two episodes later, Wanda suggests that you eat something. Then you go downstairs to the kitchen, and find the room empty. 

- Pietro had called the boys to play soccer. - She says. - And I think Pepper and Tony are in their room.

You nod in understanding, following her around the kitchen. Wanda starts preparing a snack for you two.

- What is it? - You ask as you observe her choice of ingredients. She smiles mischievously.

- My masterpiece. - She says. - Just trust me, you'll like it.

You laugh, nodding. When she warms the bread rolls, and starts to pour oregano on top you let out an exclamation.

- Wanda, are you sure you know what you're doing? 

She laughs, shaking her head slightly.

- Trust me on this. - She asks with a smile, starting to cut tomatoes. You cross your arms, not believing that you are actually going to eat that.

And then the sandwich is ready, and Wanda assumes a cheerful posture. She puts the bread on a plate and turns to you, leaving the object on the counter beside you.

You take a piece while she takes another, and together you taste the sandwich while Wanda looks at you expectantly.

It's surprisingly good, and you blink in amazement when you feel the taste, looking away from her to the food.

- Wow, that's good. - You comment before taking another bite. Wanda smiles.

- Really? I'm glad you like it. Vision doesn't like it very much, he says it tastes strange.

You grumble lightly, continuing to eat. Wanda pours you two some soda. You are silent for a moment and when she leaves the phone on the countertop to wash the dishes, your gaze runs quickly across the screen as you reach for your glass.

- Hey, are you into poetry? - you ask as you look at the open Instagram post.

Wanda smiles, nodding.

- That's cool, I think we follow the same page. - You comment quickly pointing to her unlocked cell phone. Wanda looks surprised.

When she finishes washing the dishes, she asks to borrow your cell phone. You spend the next thirty minutes laughing and joking as you compare your Instagram feeds and follower list. You don't want to overthink on how many common interests you have with Wanda.

//-//

On the penultimate day you want to build a snowman.

There is a Hockey game on TV, and everyone seems excited to watch. So you just walk out of the cabin while Tony hands out snacks and drinks to everyone.

You are just finishing assembling the body when you hear footsteps.

- You are very antisocial. - Wanda jokes as she approaches, hands in her pockets. You don't want to think about how adorable she looks.

- Yeah, I know. - You comment with your attention on the snowman. - It's not your friends' fault, by the way, I'm just not a big sports fan.

- All right, I don't see what's so funny about it either. - She says as she stops beside you. - Can I help you with him?

- Let me see your hands. - You ask, and she looks at you in confusion, taking her hands out of her pockets. You deny it. - No gloves, no playing. I don't want you to get hypothermia.

She laughs lightly, putting her hands back in her pockets. You turn your attention back to the snowman.

- We can go for a walk. - You suggest after a moment. - Since we're not going to watch the game.

Wanda smiles, looking away to the cabin.

- Okay.

You finish your snowman in silence. It's decent you think.

- I used to do it all the time. - You tell her as you stand up, putting your hands in your pockets. Wanda looks at you curiously. - But then I grew up and my parents thought it was a kid thing.

- Yeah, I know how that is. - She agrees as you stare at the snowman. - One birthday is all it takes for the treatment to change completely.

You nod in agreement, and then you look at her, signaling for you to go the other way.

You walk side by side in the opposite direction of the cabin.

After spending the whole way talking about the most random subjects, you end up at a small pier, at the edge of the lake that covers the entire back stretch of the cabin. You and Wanda sit side by side on the wood cross-legged.

- We should have brought something hot to drink. - You comment with a smile, hugging your arms for a moment. Wanda nods.

- So, are you enjoying the trip? - Wanda asks and you look away, smiling at the lake.

- I suppose so.

- You suppose? - She replies with amusement, making you laugh.

You clear your throat before speaking again.

- I enjoyed the time I spent with you. - You confess, looking forward. Wanda wiggles her fingers nervously, looking away from you to face the lake as well. - Don't get me wrong, Wanda. Your friends are... nice I guess. But they're not the reason I'm here.

You look at Wanda, and she nods frantically. Your heart is racing, but playing games isn't exactly your thing. You want to know what's going on.

- And you? - you ask, studying her face. - Did you enjoy the time I was here?

- Yes. - Wanda confesses breathlessly, her face flushing slightly. 

Swallowing hard, you look away to the lake again. And then you slowly move your hand against the wood, reaching for Wanda's hand next. You give it enough time for her to move away, or to strike you, and she does neither. Feeling your heart soar, you intertwine your hands, holding back a sigh at how good it feels even when wearing gloves.

Several minutes later, you let out an excited exclamation when you hear a noise in the nearby forest. Turning your head, you confirm your suspicions. A small white fox is looking at you curiously. 

You help Wanda to get up quietly and slowly so as not to startle the animal.

- Hey. - You say softly to the animal, walking towards it. The fox looks at you wide-eyed, but your posture doesn't frighten him. You smile when he lets you pet him.

- He is so cute. - Wanda comments softly, kneeling down beside you. The fox lies down on the grass as the redhead strokes his head.

He tires of the attention quickly however, and the next moment he gives you a look before running back into the forest. You and Wanda laugh lightly as you two stand up.

You walk back to the cabin in silence, a tension in the air that makes your stomach turn. You don't hold hands, but you walk very close together. 

When you are almost to the cabin area, you stand in front of Wanda, pushing her by the waist against a tree. You both sigh breathlessly, but you lose the courage. It's not right, not yet. Resting your forehead on hers, resisting the urge to kiss her, you close your eyes.

- Leave him. - You say and Wanda squeezes her hands in your arms.

Wanda lets out a sigh, closing her eyes like you did, and your faces come closer together.

- I won't share you, Wanda. - You whisper against her lips. - Either you're with me, or you're not.

Resisting the urge to close the distance, you sigh and turn away. Wanda's pupils are dilated as she looks at you. You lock your jaw, putting your hands in your pockets. And then you turn around, and disguise it nicely when Pepper comes out of the cabin, asking where you were, and you just smile and say you went for a walk.

//-//

Vision and Wanda argue on the last day at the cabin. 

You frown as your awakened by the volume of the argument. But you decide not to pry, and when Pepper signals for you to join her on her morning walk, you agree.

- You know, you are surprisingly nice. - She comments as you two take a break for some water.

- Thanks, I guess. - You mumble, and she laughs.

- What I mean is that nerds are usually know-it-all types and not at all sociable. - She explains. - You're quiet, but you're fun.

- Who says I'm not a know-it-all. - You retort with amusement, and Pepper laughs as you walk back.

- I'm just saying that it turned out to be nice to invite you over despite everything.

- Despite everything what?

Pepper laughs awkwardly, shaking her head.

- The differences between our groups I say. - She quickly clarifies. You don't perceive the lie. - Maybe there is a chance for us to remain friends after here.

- Why wouldn't we? - you ask confused. Pepper seems to be talking as if it is impossible for you to continue talking to each other after the trip is over, and you don't understand why.

Pepper blinks in embarrassment, and then pats your arm, hurrying her steps.

- It's nothing, I'm just overthinking it. - she says. - I'm sure it will all work out.

You don't ask any more questions because she's walking too fast, and exercise isn't really your thing. You're struggling to keep up.

//-//

After your walk with Pepper, you agreed to let Steve teach you how to play a bit of hockey. And then you all had lunch together, and Wanda avoided all your attempts to start a conversation with her. You figured she was upset with her boyfriend, so you didn't press her.

Later in the afternoon, after you played snowball wars with everyone, and perhaps laughed more than appropriate when Wanda kept hitting Vision in the face, Steve made a fire in the backyard area and everyone gathered around.

- Let's tell some horror stories, please? - Pietro asked as he sat down, and Tony slapped him on the head, laughing. 

- You are such a baby. - he sneered, holding out a bottle of whiskey to Steve. You rolled your eyes, impatient with Stark's annoying mania for proving his maturity.

Then he began to share sex stories, and the group seemed happy to join in. The bottle swirled around, and you let it pass you by without taking a sip. It stopped at Wanda, and she drank much more than anyone else.

- And you, Y/N, don't you have any sinful stories to share with the group? - teased Tony ironically, and you rolled your eyes.

- I prefer to be silent.

Tony laughed at her hostility.

- Now all that's left is for you to say you're a virgin! - he sneered, causing the group to laugh. You exchanged a quick glance with Wanda, who didn't even seem to be listening, the whiskey bottle still in her hands.

- I'm not, but if I were that wouldn't be your business - You retort impatiently. Tony whistles impressed.

- Tell us how it was! - he asks excitedly. - I bet it was Jessica Jones who fucked the weirdo!

You stand up abruptly as the group laughs.

- You're drunk, and you're talking shit. - you say angrily. - But if you ever annoy me again, I will punch you right in the face!

Tony seems slightly impressed by your attitude, but he is clearly drunk so he shrugs his shoulders. You then leave, returning to your room.

Non-Reader Povs

- What is your problem? - Pietro complained as soon as Y/N entered the cabin. Tony blinked surprised and alcoholic.

- It was just a joke, it's not my fault she's weird. - He retorted with a wry laugh.

Pietro let out an irritated exclamation.

- You know what? - He spoke angrily, looking at everyone. - What we're doing is wrong.

- What was that? - Vision sneered, but Pietro looked at him seriously.

- You heard me. - he said, getting up. - She's a nice girl and she's been fun to be with. That bet was stupid.

The teens exchange guilty glances, but then Tony and Vision are laughing.

- One hickey and you're in love, Maximoff? - Vision sneered and stood up, as Pietro clenched his jaw. 

- You're an asshole. 

- Oh, I'm an asshole? - Vision retorted ironically. - This little scene of yours is absurd, treating your friends as if we were the villains of the story. - he says laughing. - The girl is a weirdo who must be absolutely fascinated that people like us even talk to her!

Pietro looks at him impatiently, but Vision does not lose his debauched posture.

- Shut up. - Wanda's drunken speech startles the group. Vision turns to her in surprise, but then he laughs.

- That's excellent. - He says. - Both Maximoffs teaming up against the group.

- You're full of shit. - Wanda exclaimed angrily, getting up, and Vision shook her head. - She's not...

- She's not what dear? - He interrupted. - You know I'm right. In fact, I bet if you go up to her room right now, you won't even need to ask twice and she'll fuck you.

- Vision! - Pietro exclaims angrily, but he stares only at the redhead, who has her jaw clenched.

- Everyone just wants to fuck you, Wandy. - He says. - There's nothing worthwhile beyond that.

Wanda holds back the tears in her eyes, bumping into Vision as she leaves, and the boy laughs, shouting between giggles that he was only joking, but the redhead doesn't turn around. 

- That was cruel. - Potts then said, and Vision let out a wry laugh.

- It was just a joke. - He says and sits back down. - You girls are so sentimental. 

Pietro then leaves, and Vision rolls his eyes. Steve and Sam exchange a look with Pepper.

- You can't really think it's okay to say something like that to your girlfriend. - Steve said annoyed. Vision laughs, incredulous at Steve's insinuation. - What is it, people? - he replies. - I just said she's hot, how is that a bad thing?

- You know, Pietro is right. - Steve said as he got up. - This whole story is absurd. - Steve, come on. - No, he is right. - Sam then agreed. And then Pepper stood up, exchanging a look with Tony. - Good, then. - Vision exclaims angrily. - Be my guests! I suppose you'll start hanging out with the school's weirdos on Monday then. You guys are a joke. Hypocrites. Vision grumbles before exiting angrily, walking towards the trail. The group exchanged a guilty look.

Reader Pov

You had just finished showering and putting on your pajamas when Wanda came into your room. You frowned in surprise, and let out an exclamation when she pushed you onto the bed and sat you on your lap.

- What are you doing? - you asked, and Wanda just grumbled, trying to unbutton your pajamas, but clearly too drunk to do so. - Wanda, stop. Wanda!

- That's what you want, isn't it? - She retorts with irritation, but her eyes are filled with tears. - Everyone wants to fuck the hot girl.

- Wanda, what are you talking about?

But then she's crying, falling against you. You let your arms go around her, trying to calm her down. She only stops crying when she falls asleep.

You don't know what has happened, but you feel your heart clench. Moving to the bed, you lay Wanda down on the mattress, then cover her with the blanket. 

When you consider going to sleep in the living room, she takes your hand and whispers "stay," and you obey her.

//-//

You wake up with Wanda entwined with you. It is warm and comforting, and you smile shyly at the sensation. 

The redhead starts to wake up next, grumbling as she buries her face in your neck, making you smile.

- We have to get up. - You whisper to her. - We're leaving.

- In a minute.

She says and it really only takes a moment for her to open her eyes, and be startled by the position. She awkwardly pulls away from your embrace, but still lies there. You turn on the bed to look at her, resting your face on your hand.

- I'm sorry about last night. - She says embarrassed, looking down.

- No problem. - You say. - But what was that about anyway?

Wanda sighs, running her hands through her hair as she stares at the ceiling, her back on the mattress.

- Vision told me some stupid things, and well, I believed him. - She says and you look at her curiously. With your silence, she clarifies. - It was just some comments he used to make about my body, okay? Things like, people are only interested in me because I'm hot.

You frown, surprised and annoyed. 

- That's bullshit.

Wanda looks at you, surprised that you said something. You look into her eyes as you speak again.

- Your boyfriend is an insecure scumbag who uses your body insecurities against you. It's sick. - You tell her seriously. - You, Wanda Maximoff, are completely passionate for a thousand reasons other than your looks. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

You smile at Wanda's surprised expression, letting your fingers wander across her features. 

- Do you really mean that? - she asks insecurely, and you give her a tender look.

- You're sweet. - You start, letting your fingers caress her cheek. - Smart and sincere. You have this different energy, like you never fit anywhere and you're absolutely magnetic. - You tell her. - And of course, you also laugh at my jokes, which suggests that you are as sarcastic and perceptive as I am. 

Wanda smiles and closes her eyes for a second, and then looks at you with almost guilt.

- Can I ask you a random question?

- Sure.

- If someone needed to apologize to you, what would be the best way?

- This is a very specific question, Wanda. Should I be concerned? - You retort with mild amusement, and Wanda quickly denies it.

- Come on, answer me. - She asks, and you giggle.

- I don't know, Wanda. - You say laughing, and roll your eyes slightly. - I guess it would depend on what the person did. - You explain, and Wanda looks at you with a frown. - What's that face, what would your answer be then?

- Food. - She says and you look at her with confusion. - The person would only have to buy me food and apologize and I would forgive them.

You let out a laugh, and Wanda follows. And then you assume a thoughtful posture.

- Honestly, I don't think if there is a right way. - You tell her. - I would like the person to be honest with me, and explain to me what happened. - You say, and Wanda nods with a serious expression. - That, or a really cheesy apology act.

- What? - Wanda asks with amusement.

- Yes, like in those old movies. - You clarify with a slight laugh. - If someone apologizes in the rain, or with a serenade at my window, I would probably forgive that person for the shame they are going through for me.

You and Wanda laugh and then your alarm clock starts to ring, signaling that it was already time for everyone to get up and go home. You sigh slightly.

As you sit up in bed, throwing your feet out, Wanda hugs your back, surprising you.

- Thank you. - She says against your ear. - Don't give up on me yet, okay?

You frown in confusion, laughing without understanding Wanda's seriousness. You squeeze your hands together, but then she lets go. 

- Is everything all right? - you ask as she turns around on the bed and stands up in front of you. Wanda swallows dryly, nodding. She smiles before she leaves, and you ignore the strange feeling that has settled on the pit of your stomach as you stand up toward the bathroom.

//-//

The way back to your house is strangely silent. It seems that all of Wanda's friends have changed their personalities overnight. Pietro gives you a quick hug across the shoulders as you get out of the car, and Wanda kisses your cheek. Vision doesn't look at you.

You call your friends as soon as you finish packing your things in your room. And everyone is extremely surprised when you share what has happened in the last few days.

When you return to school the next day, you are feeling excited. 

Your first class is Biology, which means that you would have some time alone with Wanda, and while you wait for the starting bell, sitting on the benches outside with your friends, Wanda's group passes you by. 

You frown as you notice Vision with his arm around Wanda, and she quickly looks away when she notices you watching. You clench your jaw at the childish attitude, and then you are getting up and walking toward the table they have chosen.

- Can I talk to you? - You ask the redhead directly, who seems to have trouble keeping her gaze on you. Her friends also look awkward, as if they are almost embarrassed, and none of them look at you for very long. Completely unlike Vision, who has a smug posture and a wry smile.

- Leave my girlfriend alone, freak. - He then says, and you blink in surprise.

- What is your problem? - You retort in irritation and Vision lets out a wry laugh.

- What is your problem? - He repeats, getting up and facing you. You don't hesitate, but you don't understand why everyone just stares at you. - What did you think was going to happen, huh? That you would start hanging out with the cool kids?

You look at him in confusion, and then he crosses his arms.

- I just want to talk to Wanda.

Vision laughed, looking mocking.

- You're so stupid. - He accused and you took a step back. - The bet is off girl, Wanda has nothing to say.

You blink in confusion, and the redhead is getting up, pulling on her boyfriend's forearm, but you look at them feeling your heart racing.

- What are you talking about?

Vision laughs, releasing Wanda's grip. You think she whispered "Please don't," but you are trying to understand what is going on.

- Oh, your dear friend didn't tell you? - he asks debauchedly. - We had a bet. I was sure you'd be completely obsessed with Wanda by the end of the holiday, and look at you! Here you are. I don't blame you though, Wanda is hot.

You choke in surprise, taking another step back. You risk a glance at the rest of the group, and they have their heads down, guilty looks on their faces. And then you look at Wanda, eyes watering as she clenches her fists. Feeling your heart break, and your stomach clench, you nod.

- Y/N, I can explain. - Wanda starts and you laugh, running your hands through your hair.

- I've always defended you. - You say, putting your hands in your pockets. - When people told me you were false and deceitful, I defended you. I really thought you were different from them.

- I....

- I can't believe I trusted you. - You say. - Never speak to me again, Wanda Maximoff.

You turned around walking away, ignoring the times the redhead called your name as you held back your tears. 

//-//

Your mother told the school that you were sick.

That's how you felt anyway.

It had been three days since you had left your room. Bruce, Monica and Natasha were sending you all the school content you were missing, and you struggled to keep your focus on that and not on the heartbreak that seemed to take over your whole body.

The weekend arrived again, and you decided to get some fresh air. You were on your balcony, sipping hot chocolate when Nat came into your yard.

- Hey, stranger. - She greets you with a smile, sitting down on the seat in front of you. You give her a sad smile.

- Hi, Nat. 

- How are you?

You shrug, and she sighs.

- It will pass, I promise. - She says and you drink some of your chocolate. - By the way, I'm suspended.

- What? - You ask in surprise, and she giggles, showing you the bandage on the fingers of her right hand.

- I punched Vision in the nose shortly after you left the cafeteria. - She tells you, and you widen your eyes in surprise. - I didn't say anything before because I didn't want you to feel guilty.

- Nat! - you exclaim, slightly upset, looking at her hand. - You didn't have to do that.

- I know. - she says with a slight laugh. - But you are my friend, and he is an idiot. You're a dork who doesn't have the strength to hurt a fly, but I have a feeling you'd do the same for me.

You laugh, nodding.

- I would probably get beat up in reality.

Nat laughs in agreement.

You are silent for a moment, until Nat speaks again.

- I hate to see you like this. - She comments, and you sigh, leaving the coffee mug on the table. 

- I hate feeling like this too. 

Nat sighs, opening her arms. You accept her invitation to hug her, and sit down next to her on the bench, letting her wrap you in a side hug.

- You'll come out of this, dear. - She starts to say as she strokes your hair. - Next year you'll be in college, with so many people wanting to get into your pants that you won't even remember who Wanda Maximoff was.

You laugh shyly.

- I hope you are right. - You grumble, closing your eyes.

- I always am.

//-//

You go back to school the following week.

Your body always seems to notice that Wanda is in the same room as you, even though she is meters away, but you learn to deal with the feeling.

You talked to the biology teacher on Monday morning. Apparently, the news quickly spread throughout the school, and she did not refuse to change your partner. 

It wasn't an ideal scenario knowing that everyone in the school was feeling sorry for you, but at least you wouldn't have to talk to Wanda in class.

And so two weeks passed.

You were almost getting used to the feeling as you walked towards the main building, after stopping by the library and returning the physics books you were using, when you heard a commotion in the courtyard.

There was already a circle of students around, and you were considering turning around, because fights are not really your thing, but you had a feeling you should check it out. 

As you slipped in among the students, you let out a surprised exclamation.

- Bruce! - You shouted as you threw the bag on the ground and lunged forward, but the boy who was fighting with your friend just turned around when you jumped at him, breaking free of your grip and laughing with irony and anger. He slapped you in the face that drew a surprised chorus from the crowd. You staggered back with the impact, feeling your face burn. But you stepped forward again, but he gave you a hard shove that knocked you to the ground. As you got up to go forward again, someone grabbed you around the waist. - Pietro, let me go! Help him!

You let out another exclamation when the boy punched Bruce in the face, but Pietro pushed you away from the fight, and Steve held you by the arms in the crowd. Pietro lunged at the boy next, while Bruce fell unconscious.

You broke free of Steve's grip and ran to your friend, and then there were teachers all around you, and you were all being led into the principal's office.

The counselor motioned for you to sit in one of the chairs to wait your turn, and you used this moment to send messages to your friends. Monica told you that she heard about the fight, but that she was in the history room when it happened. Natasha didn't answer, and when she appeared in front of you, you frowned.

- Nat, Bruce he...

- I know. - She interrupted seriously with an almost tearful expression. - He was fighting for me.

- For you? What?

Nat shook her head, looking toward the direction door.

- I told him not to get involved, but he is stubborn. - She says and then takes a deep breath. - That boy over there, his name is Clint. He's my ex. He... he hit me.

- Whoa, what?

- I know, it's too much to explain. - She says. - Me and Bruce, we... we've been going out for a few weeks now. And Clint wasn't happy when he found out. I told Bruce not to get involved but…

- Hey, Nat breathes. - You interrupt by seeing her eyes filled with tears. - This is not your fault.

You hug your friend, trying to calm her down. It doesn't take long for Monica to reach you two.

Soon the director calls you to give your side of the story, and you just tell him that you arrived in the middle of the fight. As you leave, the principal asks you to go to the infirmary and only then you remember that you were beaten.

You give up the idea of getting a bandage when you find Pietro and the group of friends, including Wanda, in the infirmary, but as soon as the nurse lays eyes on you, she pulls you in, sitting you down on one of the free beds.

She starts grumbling that the students have decided to behave like savages as she rushes over with the first aid kits to attend to all the students who were in the infirmary. You don't quite understand what happened, but it seemed that some kids had made a mess in the pesticide gardening class, so there were several students with red spots on their arms complaining of pain.

- It's okay, I can do it. - You tell the nurse as soon as she approaches you with the first aid kit. She looks at you suspiciously, but then a student at your back lets out a complaint and she sighs, handing the items to you as she leaves. You get up to look in the small mirror on the edge of the bed. There is a small cut on your cheek. That guy really hit hard.

While you were preparing the alcohol swab, Wanda walked over to you. You stared at her reflection in the mirror.

- I can help you with this. - She said about the bandage.

- I don't need your help. - You retorted harshly. Wanda looked at the floor. 

- I am sorry. 

You blinked in surprise, and turned away in irritation.

- No.  - You warned, and Wanda swallowed hard.  She looked at you, ready to start talking again, but then you shook your head. - Don't you dare.

- Please…

But you left right away, bumping into her shoulder.

Almost four weeks, and your chest still hurts just the same. 

You think the nurse has called you, but you keep walking towards the exit. 

When you reached the outer courtyard, you collapsed. 

Sitting on the floor, and trying to control your breathing and your crying, you were startled when someone touched your shoulders. Monica didn't ask questions, she just hugged you.

- I can't do it, Mon. - You said between sobs. - I love her so much it feels like I'm going to suffocate.

- Shh, it's okay. - Monica tried to calm you down as she ran her hands down your back.

- Why can't I move on? She hurt me, why can't I stop loving her? - you asked in desperation. Monica just kept calming you. 

- I know it feels like the end of the world now. - Monica says. - But I promise it will pass.

You cried for a few more minutes, trying to push or smother the pain away. It wasn't fair the way Wanda had your broken heart in her hand.

//-//

Bruce did not suffer any serious injuries.

You visited him in the infirmary as soon as he was released from the principal's office. He was worried about your swollen crying eyes, but you assured him that everything was fine.

And then he told you that he was in love with Natasha, and that Clint had been expelled. You shook his hand, saying that everything would be all right now. Soon Nat was in the room with you, hugging Bruce, while you went out with Monica to get something to eat.

The week passed quietly after this. 

Your friends started the "Moving on squad", and they did everything to keep you distracted and well cared for. It was sweet and caring, and it was enough to keep your feelings well under control.

A few days after that mess, you needed to buy tomato sauce for your mother and found Pietro Maximoff in the supermarket checkout line.

- Hey. - He greeted you politely. You felt your heart race at the possibility that he was with his sister. 

- Hi, Pietro. - You answered in the same tone.

You were checking around for signs of the redhead, but Pietro was alone. He said something about the prices, and you just grumbled in agreement, and then it was your turn.

In the parking lot, while you were unlocking your bike, he approached you again.

- I want to apologize to you. - He announced as he approached, and you let out a sigh.

- Look Pietro...

- No. - He interrupts with a quick smile. - I meant it. I'm really sorry. You're a nice girl, and we were idiots. 

You stare at him for a moment, then go back to picking the lock.

- Is that all?

- Yes. - He confirms with a wry smile. But when he turns around, you call out to him.

- I... Thank you for that day. - You say. - You pulled me out of the fight. I probably would have got hurt if... what I mean is... 

- It's all right.- He interrupts with a smile. - It was nothing. 

You nodded and he smiled, turning again and walking away. You finished unlocking the lock and got on your bike.

//-//

The next week you were surprised to find a box of chocolate in your closet.

Nat exchanged a mischievous look with you, and you rolled your eyes absentmindedly, opening the package. It didn't have a name on it, and only said "you are cute". 

- I can't believe you have a secret admirer. - Monica commented excitedly when you told her during lunch. Bruce and Natasha were sitting next to you, laughing lightly as they talked among themselves.

- Neither do I. - You comment with humor. - But the chocolates were good at least.

- I think it’s sweet. - She comments with a smile, and you shrug, blushing.

- It's weird. - You say with a slight laugh, and Monica squeezes your red cheeks lightly, saying that you're adorable, making you laugh. - Damn, I'm terrible at these things.

You start talking about the upcoming exams after that, and then the break ends.

It is in the last period of PE that you speak with Pietro again several days after you saw him last.

- Hey. - He greets you with an excited nod. You smile politely as you tie your shoelaces. 

- Hi. - You say as he joins you.

- Are you going to the game on Saturday? - he asks, causing you to frown. 

- I'm not...

- My god this guy never gives up. - He interrupts with a scowl, looking at something behind you. You turn your head to see what it is, and notice Vision talking to Wanda several feet ahead, near the bleachers. The redhead looks impatient, and you feel your heart ache just by looking directly at her. Shifting your gaze back to Pietro, you notice that he is still grimacing. - They've been broken up for over a month and he still keeps insisting.

You blink in surprise and Pietro looks back at you.

- They broke up?

- I thought you knew. - He quips, slightly surprised, and then shrugs his shoulders. - They broke up that day in the yard. Wanda slapped him in the face in front of the whole school, everyone talked about it for weeks.

- I'm not really into school gossip. - You comment and Pietro laughs.

- Of course not.

You stand up next, your gaze quickly shifting to Wanda, but you disguise it by looking at Pietro, who has an expectant expression on his face. Then you remember the question and let out an exclamation, running your hands through your hair.

- I'm not into sports, Pietro. - You tell him and he nods in understanding, looking upset. - But I like the food. And Natasha loves the games, so maybe I'll show up with my friends there.

Pietro lets out an excited exclamation, and gives you a pat on the shoulder, saying he hopes you can make it, before heading out onto the court. 

You ignore the nervous feeling in your stomach when your gaze meets Wanda's on the other side of the court, and you quickly turn away, starting to do your exercises for class.

//-//

You were slightly surprised by Natasha's outfit. She was covered head to toe in school colors, down to a commemorative hat and matching socks. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but she just smiled as she pulled you by the hand to Monica's truck.

- How is the story about the secret admirer going? - Nat asked as you sat in the back seat, and Monica drove to school and Bruce fiddled with the radio.

- I received flowers on Wednesday. - You tell with a smile. - And a collection of special gift vouchers.

- What are these? - She asked curiously, and Monica laughed lightly as you felt your cheeks flush.

- It's a special kind of ... eh ... vouchers for hugs, kisses, that sort of thing. - You mumbled clumsily and Natasha laughed.

- My goodness, look at your face! - She laughed. - You are loving how corny this is.

You grumbled with a hot face, turning your gaze to the window. Bruce chose a very good song next, and your friends started singing along. It didn't take long before you joined them.

//-//

The school stadium was quite crowded. Senior year games always had scouts from universities, so you weren't surprised by family members, and well-dressed strangers in the stands, as well as faculty. 

- Wow, Mom is going to have fun today. - Monica commented as two you walked to the bleachers. She was looking at her cell phone, and showed you a picture of two glasses of wine that Maria had sent her. - She has a date.

- Have you met them? - you asked curiously, and Monica made a noise with her mouth of agreement.

- She's from the Air Force. Very pretty and fun, and she treated me very well. - She told you with a smile. - I hope everything works out between them, Mom deserves to be happy.

You nod in agreement and then you find empty chairs. Bruce and Natasha join you many moments later, carrying the food. 

- Yay, fries. - Monica says excitedly as Natasha distributes the food among you.

The band then enters the stadium. And the crowd seems excited, you and Monica laugh at Natasha's excitement.

As soon as the band makes their formation, the cheerleaders enter the field and the crowd cheers. You try not to look at Wanda so immediately, but that is exactly what you do. When they are all in the center, and finish the performance with lots of applause, the director gets up on the stage and starts announcing the game.

- And without further ado, West View High let's...

The principal is interrupted abruptly by one of the students. You and the audience watch intently as Pepper nudges the principal on the shoulder, and he turns around confused and surprised. She smiles innocently as she quickly takes the microphone from his hand.

- We had a slight change of plans, West View. - she announces, smiling. And then the band is moving on, and you recognize the music quickly. It was an old rock song. The audience sings along excitedly, surprised and in shock, but still happy with the music. 

As the music plays, Pepper turns back to the director, and they discuss something. He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, and she gives an excited little jump, and then is joining the cheering team again.

When the song ends, it is not Pepper who comes up to the podium with the microphone, but Wanda, which generates a lot of comments from the audience.

- Is that? - Natasha starts and you feel your stomach turn.

- Yep.

- Hello West View. - Wanda begins looking nervous, the audience looks at her in anticipation. - Many of you must think me a complete bitch after the rumors that surfaced a few weeks ago.

- Oh my God. - You mumble clumsily, feeling the stares of some people on you. 

- I think I should explain what happened. - Wanda says tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and ignoring the comments from the audience, she continues talking. - My ex-boyfriend and my best friends decided to make a bet. - She explains, and you clench your jaw. - He bet my friends that if I gave even the slightest bit of attention to our colleague, Y/N Y/L/N, she would become obsessed with me in one weekend. - The audience seems shocked by the confessions, but Wanda was looking at you. - The funny thing is, it was the exact opposite. Y/N is this amazing girl, sweet and caring, and I can't stop thinking about her. It must be because I am completely in love with her. - She confessed, and you felt your eyes fill with tears. - But I blew it. I was mean and cruel, and I'm sorry. I'm here to apologize to you Y/N, and you don't even have to forgive me. I just wanted you to know.

The audience erupted in murmurs at the confession, and you were in shock to react. Wanda was also teary-eyed. 

A mixture of "forgive her" and " start the game" and various other comments began to grow louder, and then Director Fury was approaching Wanda, and asking for the microphone back. She took one last look at you, before bowing her head and walking off the field. The audience let out a mixed chorus of celebration and sadness, and then Monica was pushing you slightly, and you waved frantically as you hurried to catch up to Wanda.

- I can't believe you did that! - You shout at her as soon as you reach her in the gymnasium hallway, the noise of the game starting muffled by the distance.

Wanda turns around in surprise, wiping away tears.

- I just...

- When I said the perfect apology would be like a cliché, I can't believe you took it seriously. - You comment as you approach laughing lightly. Wanda looks surprised at your friendly posture. - You are such a dork.

And then you kiss her as you bring your hands to her waist, and she sighs in astonishment, but responds the next second, trembling as your tongues touch. 

You push her against the wall of the hallway, and she slips her arms around your shoulders, melting into the kiss. You separate your mouths for breath.

- I'm sorry. - She asks again with her eyes closed. - I'm really sorry.

- I know. - You agree breathlessly. - Just... don't ever do anything like that again. 

She nods in agreement, kissing you again. It's delicious the way your tongues feel together, making your head spin. You are blushing because Wanda is sighing and making a warm tightness rise in the pit of your stomach.

- I love you too, Wands. - You confess against her lips and she opens her eyes in surprise, you look at her with a smile. - I guess ever since you laughed at my joke in biology class.

Wanda lets out a short laugh, her eyes sparkling with joy.

- I love you. - She answers by kissing you quickly. - I love you. - She repeats and starts depositing kisses all over your face, making you laugh. She repeats and repeats until you kiss her again, intensely this time.

You stay like this for several minutes. Exchanging not-so-innocent kisses against the gymnasium wall. Until the first half of the game is over, and you hear the sound of the players returning to the locker room, and then Pietro is reaching for you, making a false threatening posture when he notices your swollen lips, and Wanda's lipstick on your face.

- Please get a room. - He then jokes, continuing on his way to the locker room. 

You and Wanda agree to leave the stadium, wanting to enjoy some time together without the stares of the audience on you.

You two end up in the back of Monica's truck, staring up at the stars, your hands entwined.

- So it was you who sent the presents. - You conclude by looking at Wanda quickly, to catch her blushing cheeks.

- I was trying to find a way to talk to you. - She explained, turning to you, releasing her hand only to stroke your cheek. - That's why I made the voucher “worth a conversation”.

You laughed lightly, looking at her fondly.

- I liked the kiss coupon. - You say with amusement and she raises her eyebrow, smiling. 

- Yeah? - She replies, bringing your faces together and stealing a lingering kiss from you.

- Best one.

Wanda laughs, pulling away a little. You swallow dryly, watching her carefully. 

- What happens now? - you ask, and Wanda looks into your eyes.

- I don't know. - She says. - But I hope we'll be together in the end.

You smile, nodding. 

- We will. - You assure her before adjusting your position to embrace her. Wanda snuggles against you, enjoying your warmth.

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Never An Us

"There is no us," you said to Pietro, tears forming in your eyes. "There never was. There was a fantasy. A dream. That we could be together. That you would be faithful to me. That you'd care about me and my feelings."

"I do," Pietro said. "It was one time. It was an accident and it will never happen again, I swear."

"No. That's not fair to me. I shouldn't have to worry about whether you drank too much to remember you have a girlfriend. Or worry that some girl who flirts with you, will make you forget about me."

"It won't happen again. You can't just break up with me."

"I just did."

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Sleepy

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Warning: N/A

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by anon: Hey can you do a quicksilver x reader where the reader falls asleep on pietro an it's just a lot of fluff and cuteness??????????

Notes: a) Wasn’t sure if you meant x-men Peter or Marvel Pietro since I usually associate ‘Quicksilver’ with Peter and then Pietro as just Pietro, but I assumed you meant Marvel, so sorry if I got that wrong. b) more from Pietro’s point of view since reader is asleep. c) little bit of an AU where y’know he doesn’t die.

It wasn’t uncommon that you curled up next to Pietro, after everything that had happened there was a comforting in knowing that he was there and that he was alive. It was, however, uncommon for you to fall asleep against him. Usually you got tired and had the awareness to go to your room and get into bed, rather than stay where you were. 

But today you had been more exhausted than usual. Perhaps it was that you were still recovering from a pretty bad cold or perhaps it was the fact that you’d all had to deal with another evil person attempting to destroy everything. But you’d been so exhausted that within ten minutes of curling up next to Pietro you’d fallen asleep.

Not that he was complaining. 

It was nice; the warmth of you pressed against him, the little smile that pulled at your lips hopefully due to a good dream, the softness of you against him. Just having another person there, someone other than his sister that trusted him enough to fall asleep. 

You were lovely on a day to day basis, kind and funny, pretty...but even asleep he was drawn to you. Found his eyes tracing the contours of your face. God, you were cute. He didn’t even think he’d be alive after everything and he was and now added onto that he spent half his time with you. Adorable and sweet and far too good for anyone.

He wouldn’t even care if you started drooling on him, you were that lovely, that good a friend. If only it was more than that.

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Urgent Care 3/(??)

A/N: Alrighty, it took me almost five months, but part three is finally done!! I think that this series might end up being at least four parts, but until we know for sure, I hope you guys enjoy this part!!

Paring: AvengersxReader

Word Count: 2794

Warnings: A little bit of angst, but nothing too serious, mild language

Part 2

“You fucking brought him back with you?” Peggy’s voice carries through the corridor.

“I couldn’t just leave him sitting that apartment, Peg!” Steve counters.

“He tried to control your best friend! He’s dangerous, Steve. That man shouldn’t be here, I don’t care how secure Tony says his holding cells are.”

“They were built to contain the Hulk, they’ll keep a normal man contained just fine.”

Bucky sits stiffly on the barstool beside mine, listening to the rising volume of Steve and Peggy's voices.

“I had no idea bringing Zemo back with us would be such a bad thing.” He says, his voice soft.

“It's not, it just wasn't part of the plan.” I slide off the stool and slip behind the bar before rummaging around in the mini-fridge. Stark keeps bottles of water and sodas in it, but the door is disguised to match the stonework of the bar, so no one knows it's here. “You want anything? Stark keeps Dr. Pepper back here.”

“Any water in there?”

“Of course,” I answer, tossing a bottle of water in his direction and grabbing one for myself. I place my bottle on the marble countertop before maneuvering around the bar and sitting down again.

Bucky and I sip at our water for a while, trying to tune out Steve and Peggy’s bickering.

“So, you work here?”

“Not anymore.” I spin around once on the stool before stopping myself on the edge of the bar.

“Wait, what? I thought you said you worked with Steve.”

“I did. I worked with Steve and the entire team up until just after the Sokovia incident.” I slide the water bottle between my hands on the countertop. “They brought Pietro to me after he had been gunned down. They wanted me to heal him because that's what I do. When I told the team I couldn't do it and wouldn't try, things took a turn for the worst. No one kicked me out or anything. I just left.”

“Why?”

I shrug. “Figured it would be better for everyone that way. The only reason I'm back now is that I brought Ms. Carter back from the brink of death and Natasha won't let me leave.” I scrunch up my eyebrows and focus on the condensation running down the water bottle in front of me. “At least not until the accords business is sorted out. Then I might be able to leave.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, why would you want to leave? The way you talk about them, they all seem to care about you, and you care about them.”

“Because I don’t belong here.”

He looks me dead in the eye and tilts his head to the side, brow furrowing. “I don’t think you mean that.”

“Oh?”

“You brought Peggy back because you wanted to stop the Accords-”

“Yeah, because I don’t want to be thrown in prison.”

“And you don’t want any other innocents locked up either, right?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “You not only made her young again, you brought her here and made sure Stark and Steve would listen to her, and you stuck around to make sure something actually got done.”

“That’s because those three wouldn’t do anything but bicker if I left them to their own devices.”

“You gave Steve information on where to find me and then helped him track me down yourself, even though you didn’t want to.” He points out. “Admit it. You like helping people.”

“Yeah sure, I like helping people.” He smirks at me. “That doesn’t mean I like being a glorified babysitter.”

“I never said you were a babysitter. All I’m saying is that you have the kind of skills these people need, and you’re the only one who knows them well enough to get the job done.”

“Y’know, I liked it better when you didn’t talk so much.”

Bucky snorts loudly and takes a swig from his bottle of water.

“What do you two think you’re doing, partaking of my refreshments?” Tony demands, though there’s no anger in his voice.

“We’re waiting for Patriot one and Patriot two to quit bickering and calm down a little bit,” I answer, gesturing toward the room where Peggy and Steve are still sharing words. “Care to join us?”

“Have a drink with you? Absolutely not.”

“Suit yourself, this water is fancy as hell.”

Bucky just stares at Tony, like he wants to say something, but can’t quite find the right words.

“So, you and Rogers actually managed to find Barnes?” Tony asks, stepping behind the bar and leaning on the counter.

I nod. “You say that like you didn’t think we would.”

“Well, I was half hoping you wouldn’t come back so...” I reach across the bar and shove him lightly, succeeding only in making him laugh.

“You doing alright, Tony?” I ask. “You’re not as bright as you were the last time I saw you.”

“Excuse you, I am just as smart, if not smarter than the last time you saw me.”

“Your energy, man. Your energy isn’t as bright as it was.” I raise my eyebrows at him. “Are you feeling alright?”

Bucky looks between Tony and me in anticipation of an answer. Tony’ shoulders slump and he hangs his head for a moment before lifting his eyes to look at me.

“All this business with the Accords combined with trying to keep up with the compound, coordinating schedules, maintaining tech, and going on missions.” He scrubs a hand down his face and sighs. “I’m not gonna lie, I’m kind of drained.”

I wipe the condensation off my hand before offering it to him. He cocks an eyebrow at me and I roll my eyes. “Come on, you know I won’t hurt you.”

“Oh do I now?. We’ve been squabbling since you came back, and you expect me to believe you?”

“Yeah, well you’ve got a job to do and you won’t be able to make it to the end of the day without a jump start.” I wiggle my fingers. “Besides, this is healthier than coffee anyway.”

“Fine,” He rolls his eyes and takes my hand. “But only a little. I’d rather not be up past my bedtime.”

“Yeah, keep lying to yourself, Stark.” He barks out a laugh and I focus on moving some of the energy I’ve got left over from Draining Zemo the other day into Tony’s body. I watch as his eyes brighten and his posture improves.

“Much better,” I say, nodding once in satisfaction.

“Honestly, that's the only thing I've missed since you left.” He confesses, a sly smile stuck on his face.

“Oh, and my witty remarks don't garner any merit at all?”

He snorts. “Absolutely not.”

“I want you to know that I didn’t want to leave, but you didn’t exactly give me a choice.” He looks at me quizzically and I roll my eyes. “Come on. You acted like it was my fault Maximoff got himself shot. What he did was incredibly brave, but I couldn’t bring him back without harming him.”

“I… I don’t think any of us thought of it like that at the time.”

“Yeah, whatever. I’m back for the time being, but there’s no guarantee that I’ll be staying, so try to keep yourselves alive.”

He lifts his hands in surrender. “Just make sure you’re honest with Wanda when she wants to talk to you.”

“Am I ever dishonest, Anthony?” He rolls his eyes at me. “If you’ll excuse me, I do believe I have to show Mr. Barnes to the guest quarters.”

“Fine, avoid the problem forever. See what good that does.”

“Thanks,” I smirk at him and slip off my stool. “I think I will.”

Bucky stays frozen in place on the barstool, staring at his bottle of water.

“You alright there, Barnes?” Tony asks.

“I… there’s something I need to tell you. Not entirely sure how you’ll react, but you should know.”

“Okay,” Tony folds his arms across his chest. “What is it?”

“When I was in Hydra, they had me doing a lot of things that I wouldn’t have done, had I been in control.”

“Spit it out, man, we haven’t got all day,” Tony says, his tone slightly teasing.

“Thing is, it’s about your parent’s.”

“I already know about that,” Tony says quietly. “Steve knew and thought it was important that I know as well. He told me just after he started digging around looking for you.”

“He did?” Bucky’s eyebrows draw together in confusion.

“He did,” Tony nods. “I’m not going to say that I’m not upset, because I definitely am, but I know that you didn't have a choice. We all do things that we regret. Just something else I have to work on with my therapist.”

“You’re seeing a therapist?” I ask. He nods. “Good for you. I’m glad you’re getting some help.”

“Yeah, you and about twenty other people.” He steps out from behind the bar and heads toward the room where Peggy and Steve are bickering. “Go show him to his room, but I expect both of you to be in the conference room at five for a debriefing.”

I stare at him incredulously. “Who are you and what have you done with Tony Stark?”

He smirks. “Weird, right?” He nods once to Bucky and I. “I'll see you two later.” With that, he turns on his heel and walks away.

“Did that actually just happen?” Bucky asks.

“I honestly have no idea.” I shake my head. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I think I just need a second to process the fact that Stark didn't immediately try to take me out for murdering his parents.”

I snort in amusement. “Give it about six hours. He might make an attempt while you're asleep.” Bucky chuckles, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Follow me. I'll show you your room and then you can meet my merry band of misfits.”

“So you've got your own gang then?” He asks, following me as I lead him down the hallway to the elevators.

“More or less.” I jab at the elevator call button several times before stepping back. “I think we're all the odd man out in our departments so we kind of migrated towards each other in the commissary. We just stuck together and the team hasn't been able to pull us apart since.”

“That sounds nice.” Bucky muses.

“It is.” I agree. The elevator doors slide open and I step in, turning to face him. “Shall we?”

--

“This is your room,” I spin in a circle, arms outstretched. “You’ve got a fantastic bed and a bathroom there through that door. If there’s anything you need during the night, I’m just three doors down and F.R.I.D.A.Y. is always here to help.”

“Wow,” His brow furrows. “Isn’t this a bit much?”

“Nah, everyone’s got a room similar to this. Admittedly, they have made some changes, but people who’ve been here longer have definitely personalized theirs. You’re welcome to do the same if you want.”

“This is crazy,” Bucky shakes his head and runs a hand along the table sitting against the wall.

“Can’t really be any weirder than the past seventy years of your life though, right?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “No, not really. It's mostly just, I don't know…”

“Different?”

Bucky nods. “Yeah.” He sinks down into the chair closest to the bed. “I've spent so much time controlled by someone else and then on the run that I haven't had much time to just relax and let things happen the way they're supposed to. It's been a long time since things have been normal, y’know? There hasn't been enough time to just find the calm.”

“I understand.” I nod and offer a small smile. “The thing is, this isn't normal.” I laugh softly, taking a moment to look around the room. “Superheroes and aliens and bringing people back from the brink of death with my own bare hands aren't supposed to be commonplace. But, it is. This life is entirely too aggravating, but it's my normal. Maybe you'll find your normal here too.”

The corner of his mouth twitches up into a tired smile. “Maybe I will.”

I shoot him a grin.

“I’m gonna let you familiarize yourself with your room. There should be some clothing in the closet and the drawers, but I can’t be one hundred percent sure of what sizes there might be. Hopefully, something will fit.”

“Where are you going?”

I shrug. “Trouble has a way of finding me. Something tells me that I have to go looking for it this time though.”

His brows pull together. “Hopefully it’ll be hard to find.”

I offer him a small smile. “I’ll see you in a bit, okay? Just ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. if you need anything.”

He nods. “Alright see you soon.”

I leave Bucky in his room and turn back the way we had come earlier.

I walk quietly, hands shoved in my pockets, head down. I can feel someone searching me out and, while I know that I have to face her, it doesn’t make any part of this easier for me. Or her, for that matter.

“(Y/N)?”

I jerk my head up at the sound of my name. Wanda stands at the end of the hallway, eyes wide. I can feel the surprise flowing off of her, and I can’t help the tears that well up in my eyes.

I smile weakly. “Hey,”

She runs at me and flings her arms around my neck, pulling me against her in a tight hug. “You're here.” She breathes. I open my mouth to answer but she pushes me away from her before I can say anything, hitting and punching my chest and shoulders. “You left, you complete asshole.”

I just stand there and take the blows, unable to bring myself to say anything.

“SAY SOMETHING.” She yells, shoving me hard enough to make me stumble backward several paces.

“What do you want me to say?” I ask. “Yes, I left. I didn’t tell you I was leaving and I just disappeared because I didn’t want to be here. Is that what you want to hear?!”

“I want the truth, (Y/N). Not what you think will make me feel better. Why did you leave and why are you suddenly back?”

I bite the inside of my cheek and sigh. “I left because of Pietro. Because I couldn’t bring him back. I didn’t want to stay when you all knew I was a failure. I’m not the sort of person to stick around when I’m not of use.” I look her in the eye, unblinking. “Happy?”

“You left because of that?”

“I’m sorry, would you want to stay in a compound you can’t escape where your teammate's negative energy is directed right at you?” I lift my eyebrows and widen my eyes incredulously. “See, I’m not like you, Wanda. I have to feel and absorb the energy around me. I don’t have any choice. I felt the darkness inside of you, but it was yours that you chose to carry. When it was you and Steve and Tony and Clint and everyone else projecting everything you felt, I just couldn’t take it. So don’t fucking lecture me about leaving.”

Her brow furrows and she takes a cautious step towards me. She raises her hand to cup my cheek and I have to close my eyes to keep from flinching. When she runs her thumb over my cheekbone, something inside me breaks. I can't keep myself from leaning into her touch and a couple of tears roll down my cheeks.

“I didn't know,” she whispers.

“I didn't want to leave any of you guys. Least of all you, Wanda. I just didn't know what else to do.” I feel the angry energy that was coming off of her in waves not even a minute ago subside and she gently wraps her arms around me, pulling me against her chest. I wind my arms around her middle and press my forehead against her shoulder, trying and failing to hide my tears. “I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I didn't want to leave you. All of you are like my family.”

I feel her nodding against the side of my head, one of her hands reaching up to stroke my hair. “I understand.” She presses a gentle kiss to my temple and pushes me away from her, framing my face with her hands. “I understand, (Y/N).”

“Thank you,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against hers. “I don't want to let you down again.”

“You won't.” She shakes her head. “You can't.”

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One shots:

@saltybaltic

Not Here - NatashaxReader

Whilst enjoying an evening at one of Tony’s parties, Natasha gets a little carried away with her affections towards you

Take Me Down - NatashaxReader

Natasha pushes you into training with her one morning in a bid to finally get you to talk about something. (Personal Favourite)

The Question - NatashaxReader

Natasha has been wanting to propose for a while but she can’t decide on the right time. (Personal Favourite)

It’ll Be Fun - NatashaxReader

Feeling a little insecure about your relationship with Natasha, the red head finds an interesting way to reassure you.

Cat Walk - NatashaxReader

Being friends with Natasha isn’t always easy, especially when you’re supposed to be helping her pick an outfit and you’re struggling to keep your mind out of the gutter. (Personal Favourite)

Welcome Home - NatashaxReader

You come home to find Natasha enjoying a private moment when she should be with you

Late Night - NatashaxReader

I’m gonna be honest this is just sex. Just pure filth without any real plot other than you and Natasha are dating and are gonna bone.

Bad Day - NatashaxReader

When Natasha has had a particularly rough day at work, there’s only one thing you can do to make her feel better.

Talk To Me - NatashaxReader

There’s something you and Natasha have needed to discuss for a while. It seems there’s only one way to get her to talk.

Exposure - NatashaxReader

On a mission you seem to be the only one who’s been hit with this air borne drug. Fortunately you have a great team mate to help you through it (Personal Favourite)

Sit Down - NatashaxReader

Natasha wants attention and she’s not afraid to act a little bratty to get it. (Personal Favourite)

Stakeout - NatashaxReader

As an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D you’ve been on your fair share of missions and stakeouts. This time it’s different as you are cooped up for weeks with only the deadly assassin Natasha Romanoff for company (Personal Favourite)

@jbbarnesnnoble

Oh Love Sweet Love - NatashaxReader

Your period is due, you hurt, and you’re sore. To top it all off, someone finished off your snacks, and all you want is to curl up and cry. (Personal Favourite)

Incentive - WandaxReader

Wanda gives you an incentive to get out of bed and eat breakfast after a mission. 

@marvelsbanner

Welcome Home - Mommy!MaximoffxReader

Mommy!Wanda x submissive reader, touch-starved after a long mission apart. 

I Just Missed You - Mommy!NatashaxReader

Soft fluffy times with Nat and reader ending with smutty times and reader getting absolute railed with the strap (Personal Favourite)

@wlwreader

Minutes - NatashaxReader

No plot line just some good old Mommy!Natasha smut

@the-enamorando-deity

Good Morning - MariaxReader

Morning’s are good when showers are shared

One More Night - NatashaxReader

You’re one of Natasha’s recruits when you make a move and she reciprocates it (Personal Favourite)

Steve’s Stash - NatashaxReader

You pretend to be drunk to help lead Natasha into your room but you didn’t need alcohol to do that

@aphrodite-made-me-write-it

The Problems with Crushes - NatashaxReader

You finally take your place at your brother’s side by joining the Avengers, and thankfully, you get along with almost everyone. Almost (Personal Favourite)

@wandavixen

Jealousy - Mommy!NatashaxReader

What happens when an already annoyed Natasha Romanoff see’s you hand in hand with Wanda Maximoff?

@5-puthyyy

Unfortunately due to a lot of plagiarism this writer has been forced to private their beautiful work. If they ever decide to add their work back I’ll change the links..

Let Me - NatashaxReader

friends to friends with benefits to lovers - Supersolider!Reader, Bottom!Natasha. What happens when two closed off characters ‘incapable’ of love start to fall for one another? (Personal Favourite)

Super Annoying - NatashaxSuperSoldier!Reader

Natasha wasn’t one for relationships until you, which meant she was never one for jealousy either. but you being a famous supersolider wanted by every woman who glances your way has triggered her insecurities…

For The World To See - Mommy!NatashaxReader

Natasha always tries to make you jealous but you’ve had enough of it; it’s your turn, but you didn’t expect such an intense reaction from your mommy… (Personal Favourite)

Not Enough - Mommy!NatashaxReader

Natasha loves making you jealous because you get insanely possessive, but she takes it too far and only realises how badly she hurt you when it was too late…

Sex Monster - WandaxReader

You and wanda have been dating for two months and she’s been desperately trying to hint that she wants to take the next step. you don’t break until you catch her in the act... (Personal Favourite)

Short Skirts - WandaxReader

You woke up one morning and decided to act like a brat all day to make your mommy jealous and get her to claim you. your outfit is what pushed her to the limit…

Who’s Got The Power - WandaxReader

since you’ve joined the team, you and wanda have consistently argued over who has the strongest powers. the rivalry only dangerously progressed when you two started dating and you find the best thing to do is tame her bratty side…

@rebeccccccaaa

Stacy’s Mom - Milf!NatashaxReader

When your best friend Stacy goes out of town you get stuck with her mum for the weekend. But that initial dread is soon soothed by Natasha’s lustful eyes for you. (Personal Favourite)

@dreamywlws

Movie Night - Mommy!MaximoffxReader

When Mrs Maximoff suddenly called you one night over for a movie night, you didn’t expect it to just be the two of you alone with your growing crush on the witch and the fantasies you didn’t expect to come true but they sure did. (Personal Favourite)

@twilight-99-tm

Tease - NatashaxReader

You’re exhausted from work and Natasha decides to show you her new Victoria’s Secret purchase (Personal Favourite)

Patience - NatashaxReader

Natasha’s been on a mission for weeks and when she finally shows up during finals season, she denies you the stress reliever you need until you’re all done (absolute favourite!)

Let Me Cool You Down - WandaxReader

It’s too hot to sleep, Wanda tried to help you cool down.

@abimess

The Lady Next Door - Milf!WandaxReader

Maybe it was just your imagination, however it really looked like that mesmerizing redhead living next door felt a thing or two for you (Personal Favourite)

Devil In Disguise - WandaxReader

When you don’t do what your girlfriend wants, she finds a way to convince you.

@frostedfaves

Oasis - NatashaxReader

Natasha promised you relief later, but you’d never been one to have patience.

Close - NatashaxReader

With back-to-back missions and little breaks in between, it doesn’t take much for things to heat up between you and Natasha.

FaceTime - NatashaxReader

Natasha helps you fall asleep while she’s away from home. (Personal Favourite)

@starsvck

Red Lace and Ruffles - NatashaxReader

Natasha brings you lingerie shopping and while in the changing room, it soon becomes more than looking for lingerie (Personal Favourite)

@may-fanfic

Hatred - NatashaxReader

Natasha is recklesss during her missions and you hate it after one certain mission, the two of you have an argument and it ends with you confessing your undying love to the spy.

@caroldantops

I Could Be Your Favourite Girl - WandaxReader

A quiet, suburban life might’ve been nice at first, but after years of marriage and two sons later, wanda is starting to feel like she’s in a rut. but she never expected the spark that she needed to come in the form of the new babysitter (Personal Favourite)

Bruises On Both My Knees For You - Mob!Boss!NatashaxReader

mob boss natasha has been dealing with a serious interference this past week, leaving you attention starved. you decide to act like a brat to get her attention, but it may backfire. 

@vancityfire13

Mission Assistance - NatashaxReader

Natasha gets stuck in an outfit that leaves nothing for the imagination after a mission and asks you to help her remove it. You’re wandering eyes met hers filled with lust and things start to escalate (Personal Favourite)

@startrekkingaroundasgard

Yes, Mistress - Master!NatashaxReader

You go to a quiet café to meet Mistress Natasha in person for the first time and you talk through what you can expect from this new relationship. (Personal Favourite)

@starshipsofstarlord

Starry Eyed - Mommy!NatashaxReader

During a meeting, Natasha receives rather provocative photos of you, and though she is appreciative of the beauty that renders from the images, it was not the time nor the place for them to be sent. (Personal Favourite)

That’s All I Needed To Hear - NatashaxReader

Hiding out from the government after becoming wanted is never easy, but you are not the only one that is running.

@peachyteabuck

Calm After The Storm - Wife!NatashaxReader

It’s the day of your wedding and though it being the happiest day of your life it was just as draining. Natasha always knows how to make it better though (Personal Favourite)

@too-gay-for-marvel

One Time Only - NatashaxReader

You’ve had your eye on Natasha for a while, but she ended up with Maria. When you almost die on a mission things start to go your way.

@marveicinematics

Cupid - NatashaxReader

Sam thinks you should have some fun, and tries to figure out which of your team mate would be your type. (Personal Favourite)

@nermalina

Sharing is Caring - NatashaxWandaxReader

it’s wanda’s birthday, so natasha makes sure to get her best friend the perfect gift- one that money can’t buy.

@peachyteabuck

Never Lost in The Crowd - YelenaxReader

you’re a little naive, and natasha enjoys pissing yelena off. (Personal Favourite)

Lioness - NatashaxReader

you get captured by the most powerful army after failing to flee their wrath. the queen decides to keep you as an act of mercy, but to you it’s an exercise of her power (Personal Favourite)

@missmonsters2

Wicked Lips - NatashaxReader

After many seductive glances throughout the night, when the night comes to an end you have your fun with Natasha. (Personal Favourite)

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[dabblinginmarvel]

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Below is a list of all I have left on my requests list!

Miniseries: - TonyxReader - Amnesia (multipart)

Miniseries Finales: - Magic and Illusion - Epilogue - Of a Different Family (Mob Boss Bucky AU) - Pt. 2 (MAYBE Pt. 3, not sure yet)

Stand Alones: - StevexReader - "Old School" songfic - LokixHuman!Reader on Earth (TBD) - Peter MaximoffxReader - Prompt 21 - List #45 - Alex SummersxReader - Prompt 22 - List #48 - Kurt WagnerxReader - Prompt 23 - List #4

#the author talks!

[pietropatrol]

I LOVED YOUR "THEQUILA ACCIDENT". Could you write a pietro maximoffXreader? Maybe talking about how they fall in love or their first kiss. Peace and love from a fan.

Continued: I'M SO SORRY I'M THE ANON FROM BEFORE, I MEANT THE TEQUILA INCIDENT, NOT ACCIDENT

No problem, have you been drinking some tequila too? Haha, thank you though! I appreciate it! I can totally do a falling in love fluff piece in the future. I’m currently working on a lovey, smut fluff... if that makes any sense. 

Peace and love in return! 

Theresa 

[anki-of-beleriand]

The house at the edge of the world Ch.3

Gif is not mine, credit to the artist.

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: The story follows up the events of Wandavision right before the twins birth. Since I didn't like the fact Natasha died in Endgame, she is alive as well as Tony everything else just happens the same way it does in the movies. We will see some Eternals and mentions of all the new members of the cinematic MCU.

With this third chapter I introduced some Eternals into the mix because I think they don't receive enough love, and I actually like the movie. Wanda is in a limbo, and R is really unsure of how to proceed though she seems to be acting out of instinct more than anything else.

Now, remember English is not my mother tongue so I apologise for the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes. I'm still leaning Italian so many of the things you see hear may sound funny. I apologise for that as well. translations at the end.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Epilogue

Chapter 3

The town at the end of the world

The fridge was completely empty. 

You pursed your lips when you realised your favourite ingredients and your favourite snacks were missing. The last of them going out last night, you furrowed your brows making a quick calculation in your mind, if your fridge was empty then your guest next door must be too. It was time for you to go to the town.

For a brief moment, your mind went to the house next door, to those small glimpses of the other woman you got from time to time. She wasn’t looking any better, sometimes she looked thinner and tired, and the chills you got whenever you approached the house told you whatever she was doing inside it was not good.

There were moments in which you thought of going over there, perhaps interrupted whatever it was Wanda was doing and give her options. But some others, you thought this would be a case for Natasha and her band of superheroes, on those moments you had your phone on your hand stopping centimetres away from Natasha’s contact. You always stopped yourself, though; there was something making you hesitated and you ended up being on guard and watching the house closely making sure to be ready if you were needed it at any time.

The vibration from your phone and the indistinguishable sound of the oncoming message broke your thoughts away, you furrowed your brow watching as you saw the familiar light of a message and the name of Yelena right at the top of it. 

They think Wanda stole a really dangerous book. The body of Vision disappeared along with the former director of Sword. It’s funny watching how Stark and Wilson are running around like chickens, Natasha and I are the only ones holding this together.

The message came with two emojis, the one with the thinking face and the one rolling his eyes. Your lips twitched upwards, you could imagine Yelena imitating those faces, while also writing to you highly classified information

For a brief moment you considered your next actions, you could take it for what it was a simple message. An update for a gossip you had been enjoying lately. But there was something bothering you, poking at the back of your mind that made you shivered uncomfortably.

Before you could even stop yourself you were already calling on Yelena. There were two rings before she picked up the line. 

“I never imagined you would call.”

“After such a message, of course I will call.” You rolled your eyes when you heard the chuckle on the other side, “you received the wine?”

There was a long silence, then a heavy sigh.

“I did, thank you, Y/N.”

You smiled hearing Yelena was something you had missed, your feet took you to the front window, your eyes soon falling on the figure of Wanda walking slowly to the house. You noticed the loose, summer dress she was wearing, her hair was unkempt and there were heavy bags under her eyes. You could notice she was thinner, and the aura of pure sadness around her never really left, she just learnt to hide it.

“I always enjoyed your wine, but I thought you would bring it yourself.” Her tone was half teasing and half serious, your eyes stayed on the lane leading to the secret garden.

“I thought you would finally come and visit me again, Lena.” You smiled hearing the intake of breath from the other woman, you wished there was more than sisterly love for her. Yelena deserved to be happy, and you could not give her what she wanted. “But I’m glad you enjoyed it, I know how much you love my wine.”

There was a moment of silence, you knew Yelena was looking for the right words but in the end she just sighed again. You cleared your throat, breaking the silence. 

“So, tell me what happened to the book, what do you mean Vision's body disappeared and do I know the director of Sword?"

You summarised the best you could the message Yelena had sent; you could hear the amusement coming from her as she tried to explain the situation.

“Natasha said that a book is missing from that witch’s home, the one from Westview,” Yelena explained slowly, “since Maximoff used her magic to bind the woman here, they went to ask her but she doesn't remember much. We wouldn't bother with a missing book if Strange hadn't come sputtering about the book and dark Magic, and a bunch of Harry Potter nonsense.”

You snickered rolling your eyes at the explanation, though part of you was wondering just what book was worth getting the sorcerers from Kamar-Taj into the situation.

“They think Wanda has it?” You guessed leaning against the wall, your attention to the front yard of your home.

“Seems that way.” Yelena said simply, you could imagine her face and you could also tell there was something else. Yelena never called or reached out to you unless she needed someone to talk to or vent to.

“Lena, anything you’re not telling me?” You asked and by the noise Yelena made through the line you know that was the case.

"What she did to these people, only to have her robot toy…" Yelena sounded disgusted as she spoke, "then all of a sudden the body disappeared right under Stark's nose and this guy that threatened her is missing too…" 

By now you were understanding her concerns, you pursed your lips not knowing how to contribute in the conversation without mingling too much. 

“I’m worried about you; she is unstable and did a lot of damage around here.” Yelena took a deep breath as she continued. “Many wanted her head, but Stark and the rest of the club wanted to protect her.”

“The club?” You asked with a hint of amusement in your voice.

“The Avengers, earth’s mighty heroes.” You could almost hear the roll of eyes behind that comment, you chuckled and shook your head while going to the fridge.

“I can handle her, don’t worry.” You said simply furrowing your brows when you see the list of food you would need. “She hasn’t been out of the house that much, and when she is we don’t even talk.”

“Still, I wish…well…” Yelena trailed off before continuing. “I’ve got a mission, New York, some net of idiots and another bigger idiot running around with a suit that isn’t theirs.”

“Good, glad you have your hands full, but I hope you will come over to give me a visit.” You replied putting the list out of the magnet on the fridge. “I’ll be fine, Lena. Wanda is not that dangerous, and I really can handle her. I’m starting to believe Natasha was right, you know?”

“What do you mean?” The question came rough, a little harsh and you winced at that.

“I think that all she needs is…time to find herself. Life has not been kind to her, she hasn’t had a rest ever since she started down the superheroes path.” You tried to explain to the woman at the other end of the line, you could hear Yelena huffing.

“You sound charmed by her, has she charmed you already?” There was a trace of jealousy behind the comment, and Yelena was sounding rough and hurt.

It was amusing this was the first reaction from Yelena, though you knew it was nothing personal. Wanda had represented many things to the younger woman, this was just another item in her long list of why she should dislike everyone that got closer to Natasha while she was away. You approached the front door, the heavy heat of the morning hit you straight in your face, the salty breeze refreshing your uncovered skin.

Yelena kept babbling about how everyone seemed charmed by the young witch, everyone was ready to protect her without seeing how potentially dangerous she was. You held back your laughter, it was absurd to think the charm coming from Wanda would extend to attraction. You had decided to offer a friendly hand, yes. But nothing beyond would develop between the both of you, Wanda was so invested in her past and you were certainly not that attracted to her. 

“Lena, I’m not charmed by Maximoff, I promise you that.” You rolled your eyes when there was a sound of disbelief coming from the blond woman. “Look, she is not in a good place right now, you and I both know how it feels. How bad it really is, more so if you don’t have anyone beside you.”

“I know.” Yelena admitted grudgingly after you waited for her answer, you allowed yourself a content smile, your eyes drifting to the house next door.

“She needs a friend that’s not any of those who have the world on their shoulders and can only pay her half the attention she deserves.” You lifted your head to the sky watching the blue sky above your head. “I’m trying to offer her that, it is up to her if she wants to accept it or not. So far, she seems reluctant.”

You pressed your ear to the phone, there was sound in the background voices of women and men, Yelena took a deep breath and cursed in Russian. It was time for her to go.

“Don’t get attached.” Yelena grumbled petulantly, you chuckled hearing her talking faster. “And take care of yourself if you need anything you know how to find me. Now I have to go, but I will drag Natasha to Italy after this mission.”

“I would hold you to that, Lena. Take care, idiots or not, I would hate for you to get hurt before you get a chance to taste my new recipe.” Your feet start making their way to the next door, the sound coming from the phone growing in intensity.

“You’re offending me, idiots or not, I will deal with them without any trouble and then…I’ll get to taste that recipe.” There was a moment of silence on the other end, then, “be careful, I…bye.”

You glanced at the phone for a moment, there was a tug on your chest wishing things were different. Soon you turned your attention to the house right in front of you and everything changed; it was a hot summer morning, your skin felt warm and there was a thin layer of sweat on your face and neck. Yet as soon as you approached the house, everything went cold.

The heavy tension in the air, alongside the strange cold wave coming from the house told you something else was at work here. If you were to open yourself to the magic surrounding the place, you would sense it. The desperation, the hopefulness…the misery. As soon as you opened the link you closed it, it was too much.

And there was a single signature in all of this. Wanda.

**********

Wanda blinked once, twice her lips forming a thin line while her eyes changed from green to red. The world behind her flickered between the light colours of the bathroom to the crimson of a pocket universe she had been working on, her reflection stared at her expressionless with nothing but red.

She on the other hand could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks.

The night and morning had been unbearable.

There was a knot on her throat, the thoughts of Vision and Pietro, the memories of her parents and war. Some days were good, she could hold onto the good memories and the beautiful moments she shared with her loved ones; there were other days in which the emptiness in her heart, the void left behind threatened to consume her.

His voice was always there. 

I feel you.

We should retire, run away just the two of us.

Y-you’re pregnant?

Wanda clenched her fists with a whimper escaping her lips, and after that first one stopping the tears was almost impossible. Everything hurt, and there was not a single thing she could do to exit the desperation consuming her soul. 

There is a way…the Darkhold…a world of your own making…aren’t you curious about your children? How would they look? The perfect life without anyone or anything coming in your way.

There was a flickering of black and red wisps of energy, the bathroom trembling slightly while Wanda knelt on the floor hugging herself. She took a breath, rocking back and forth while her mind drew a clear image of a child with short hair, dark eyes, the same goofy smile as Vision but the same sharp features as Wanda. 

She could have it all, she just needed to stop being afraid of the consequences and how much it would cost. Wasn’t that why she had stolen the book? Wasn’t that why she had acceded to travel all the way to a forgotten town so she could get away from the watchful eyes of the Avengers? 

Another sob escaped her lips and whatever had grown surrounding her soon went away, leaving behind a broken woman that was trying to control the growing emotions in her heart. She wasn’t sure how long it took her to stand up, let the cold water of the shower wash away the intensity of her emotions. 

She was tired of crying, she was tired of losing…she was just so tired of everything…

Wanda looked at her reflection noticing the dark bags under her eyes, the fatigued in her features and the trembling of her body for the lack of food and sleep. The young woman lowered her eyes to the sink, her eyebrows coming together in a thoughtful expression.

She couldn’t go further with her thoughts, a knock on the front door brought her back to the reality of her world. With a heavy heart, and confusion and misery right above her mind she decided to see who was at the door.

You stood right in front of her with all the confidence in the world, your weight resting on your left leg one hand lifting a single piece of paper while your lips curled into an easy smile. For the second time in less than twenty days she had been in this place, Wanda Maximoff found herself quite shocked.

Her eyes wandered around your body from your sneakers to the loose trousers, and the tight blouse marking your curves. Everything in you was a mark of relaxation and confidence Wanda was always surprised to see. 

“Can I…help you?” Wanda discovered herself unsure, her voice wavering slightly and while she tried to hold herself back with confidence while putting her shoulders back and crossing her arms there was a vulnerability on her face left behind by her breakdown.

“Actually, I was hoping I could help you.” You replied pointing with your chin the inside of the house, Wanda placed herself between the entrance and the open door trying to cover the shadows flickering inside.

You didn’t miss that gesture, but opted to ignore it in favour of the woman standing before you.

“I know there must be little to nothing in your kitchen, and mine is the same. Care to come with me and pick up some supplies?” You asked casually, your feet took a few steps back to give Wanda time to react.

For a brief moment, Wanda didn’t know what to do or say.

The house had become her sanctuary, it was a place in which she found she could feed her dreams and nightmares. Wanda had stopped wanting to go out there ever since she realised there was nothing out there. Everything she needed, everything she wanted was inside her dreams and the power held within herself. All she was looking for was time to harness the necessary power to get what she wanted.

What she needed.

“Or you can give me a list of the things you want, whatever works for you, Principessa.” You replied after the silence stretched out to be uncomfortable.

Wanda shook her head blinking before turning her face away, you waited until a flickered of darkness came from inside the house. You narrowed your eyes, soon noticing the black ink adorning the fingers of the witch standing before you.

The tattoos in your arms burning slightly, and your body dropping in temperature.

“You know what?” You asked all of a sudden, your face breaking into a huge grin while you approached Wanda grabbing her hand in yours. “Let me take you to the village, I’m pretty sure you would love it and you can pick up whatever you want to eat.”

The single gesture, while insignificant to most, meant everything to Wanda at the moment. The growing shadows in her mind and eyes receded, her green eyes found those of yours and the warmth of your hand felt comfortable around hers. Whatever coldness she usually experienced after spending time reading the book left and soon she could actually experience the heat of the day. Much like the time she went with you to the garden, this time around her thoughts dissipated and all she could feel was peace.

“I…my wallet…” She started but you snorted, shaking your head.

“Please, my threat, it is my duty to make sure my guests are well attended.” You flashed another grin stepping back still holding the other woman’s hand in yours.

For some reason, Wanda felt disappointed at your words. She was a guest, and you were doing this out of customer service. Out of duty, like everyone in her life. 

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Y/N. I am more than okay, and you have been a great host as it is…” she started again trying to pull her hand away from yours.

You let go softening your features, “if that’s what you want, then I won’t push you anymore.”

Wanda nodded curtly, you sighed not understanding what had happened. A moment ago, she was willing to go and now…

“I just…I was hoping for your company.” You finally revealed furrowing your brows at the revelation, at the fact you meant those words. It wasn’t only because of the dark magic you could sense inside the house; it was because you really thought it would be nice to have her coming with you.

You were pretty sure Wanda would like the town.

Wanda heard the voices in her head, her heart thumping against her chest. There was no time for this, for someone else. There was no time to get distracted. Vision was waiting for her, and the child…the one destined to be born out of their love was waiting as well.  

“I guess…I will bring some provisions to you then, I’ll be back in a few hours.” You stepped back, turning to the main entrance of the property. Just before you left completely, you turned around the sun of the morning hitting your frame, your grin matching the brightness of the day.

“I will be sure to bring more chocolate then.”

Wanda snapped her face at you, watching as you made your way to a small, black car. She grabbed the knob on the door, a moment of hesitation building up in her mind. The voices called out to her, but something else was there. The words from Natasha and Monica, Clint’s advice…Vision’s own words before leaving her.

And then, you.

You jumped startled when Wanda sat at the other side closing the door rather harshly.

“Are you sure you closed the door?” You shot her a glare, though your lips curled in a smile.

“Sorry, I just…” Wanda gestured with her hands, not really finding a good explanation. Her green eyes met yours, her lips curling in a tentative smile. “I’m not sure you know what kind of chocolate I like.”

You snorted while starting the car, “I don’t think it is too hard to figure you out, Principessa, you’re just too easy to read.”

Wanda scrunched up her nose, leaning back with some incredulity in her stare. For some reason the comment bothered her, coming from a stranger it was a little arrogant to think they could read someone like her. Wanda centred her eyes on you, tilting her head she tried to apply what Natasha and Steve had taught her at some point. 

You kept the smile on your lips, your eyes gleaming with a light she found fascinating. The light of the day contrasts with your tan, and the relaxed posture. The young witch scrunched up her nose, there wasn't much she could read on you at the moment, nothing beyond what she already knew. You were kind and confident, a little irksome but that was her personal appreciation of you. 

"You make it sound as if it was easy to read someone else." Wanda shifted in the seat turning her eyes to the road ahead of them, you made a sound of agreement though waited for the other woman to continue. 

"But in reality it could be difficult to read someone you barely know." There were traces of coldness in Wanda's voice, she spoke as if her experiences had been enough to teach her this. 

“I thought you had learnt a thing or two from Natasha." There was something irksome in the way you usually spoke to Wanda, something that made Wanda react in ways she couldn't explain. 

Your comment made her glare at the road, you chuckled and shrugged. 

"With time, it becomes second nature, so it makes it easy to read people like you." 

Wanda let out a breathless laugh, cold and almost annoyed.

"People like me?" She sounded bitter, hurt and when you glanced at her out of the rear-view mirror you could see she was hurt. 

"Lost." You said softly. "Sad. People like you, Wanda, that don't know what to do, that don't know how to do it or even if they can make it."

Those words pierced Wanda painfully, she tensed her body and soon was regretting her decision of coming over on the trip. On this forsaken vacation. 

The village was getting closer, the road had changed abruptly and while the morning was bright and warm inside your car there were shadows and coldness. 

"That's what your ability to read people tells you about me? The type of person I am?" Wanda spat out. "I thought you were a good spy, like Natasha."

You mused over what to say, your hand tight around the wheel. You glanced at the woman out of the rear-view mirror, you knew whatever you said right now would be vital to reach out to Wanda. You meant every word you said to Natasha, if this situation turned out to be too dangerous, or too difficult you would step back. You wouldn’t submit yourself to an impossible task ever again, you had suffered enough to last you a lifetime. And it did. The cost you paid was too high. 

Still, there was something about Wanda… 

“Well, cat got your tongue?” Wanda asked with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"I can see you don't want to be alone, but you don't know how to approach others without getting hurt in the process." You spoke, your voice warmth and understanding. "You have lost so much; you don't want to go through that ever again. Yet, whatever it is you think you want; it is not what you're looking for."

You let out a sigh, and for a brief moment you turned your head to lock eyes with hers. 

"However, you will keep chasing things you don't need, things that are not there anymore because you're too afraid to discover the things that you really deserve." You went back to the road, your voice resounding in the car. "That you deserve to be happy, to be loved and to have a real life."

The words came like a bucket of cold water, Wanda sat there with her eyes on the road. The words piercing at her heart, the implications of what you just said breaking her more than she cared to admit.

Just as you thought the silence would stretch out until it was almost impossible to wear, she spoke. This time around, something inside of you stirred in sympathy and something else for the woman sitting right beside you.

“You don’t know what you are talking about. Nobody knows what they are talking about.”

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Saturday mornings in the town of Vernazza were filled with children's energy and adults enjoying a nice walk through the plaza or a cold beverage on their favourite balcony. The city was located right in front of the ocean, there was no beach but a harbour in which fisher boats rest swinging slowly to the will of the wind and waves. 

Here and there it was obvious the townspeople were enjoying the routine. Laughter and conversation ran through the streets, teens with mobiles and silly faces planning their afternoon adventures while their mothers and fathers ran around looking for fresh fish for lunch. Or a nice bottle of wine, along with some beer and gossip with neighbours. 

It was like another Saturday morning, with the houses and the building arranged with modernity and tradition. The town presented itself like a paradise, and for those who had lived long enough in the city it was. You couldn't help the smile drawing on your lips, coming to the village was something you enjoyed greatly and while you didn't do it as often as you should, whenever you were back it was as if you had never left. 

No sooner had you stopped the car the passenger's door opened and you saw the retreating form of Wanda strolling down the streets. You sat there for a moment, pursing your lips thoughtfully. It hadn't been your intention to hurt Wanda, but your conversation with Yelena told you something you didn't consider before. Everyone was so ready to feel sorry for Wanda, to see how they could correct their mistakes by offering empty promises to fill the void in the witch's heart. But nobody had confronted her with her mistakes, with how wrong some of the things she did were. 

Nobody had really cared to hear the story, to find out why she had done it. 

The darkness surrounding the redhead was nothing more than loneliness. A loneliness she was forced to endure from an early age, a void she never got to fill because she never grief. The world had been cruel to her, and Wanda saw no reason as to why she couldn't be cruel to the world. 

If other's got what they wanted, why couldn't she? 

A book is missing. 

There were many dangerous books out there, what could possibly put the sorcerer Supreme and Strange on high alert to the point they suspected Wanda? 

A shiver ran through your body, your tattoos burning on your skin. A warning. The blackened fingertips, the shadows… 

The sound of children laughing and throwing a ball broke your thoughts, you scowled at the reflection on the mirror. Since when did you take so long thinking about someone like Wanda? Why were you so worried about her? If she was messing with something she didn’t understand or could even control that was on her, right?

You exited the car stretching out while letting your eyes wander back to the road Wanda had taken before disappearing. A tug at your heart, the sight of such a broken face almost made you want to follow the redhead; with great effort you gave your back to the road and decided to get the shopping done before lunch

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The grocery store of the town was a corner house made of wood, bricks, and vines with two balconies overlooking the main street. The owners name was Gustaff, an old man that had lost his whole family to the Blip and found himself alone for five long years; after everyone was snapped back into the world, life was not the same and Gustaff himself had changed. Now, and after many tribulations, he lived alone with two of his grandchildren, the only ones that decided to stay behind.

“Signora, Y/N, it is good to see you again so early in the month.” The old man greeted with his ever-present smile, his wrinkles accentuating whenever he laughed or made exaggerated gestures to get a giggle from his clients. 

You took his hand in yours, your smile just as bright.

“Gustaff, all the food I usually buy here is so delicious it doesn’t last the whole month!” You exclaimed, shaking your head. “Besides, the truth is, I was dying to see you again.”

Gustaff let out a thunderous laugh, he cocked his head shooting you a calculating stare.

“I still don’t know how you can be single, with such a sweet talk.”

“The mysteries of life, Gustaff.”

The old man let you in the store, at this time of the day some of the teenagers looking to have some money during summer were already working around their shift. Gustaff took you to the back, he knew how particular you were about the stuff you bought and while you didn’t mind the teens or anybody else, Gustaff liked helping you around.

That, and setting you up with whoever was single and attractive.

“I heard you have a new guest,” the old man offered you a seat, “is she pretty?”

You chuckled, shooting the man a mocking glare, “really Gustaff, all my guests are attractive, and I’m not interested in any of them.”

Gustaff sighed leaning back on his chair, his eyes drifted to the front of the store then back to you.

“You really should give yourself a chance, dear. Life is too short, and even if it wasn't, we should always have someone worthy to spend your life with.” This time around you knew he was speaking from experience, not only he lost his family but a year before the Blip his wife had died of cancer. 

He was really a hopeless romantic, and the loss of his wife had almost destroyed him. The store and the village were all he had left. You offered a sympathetic grin, placing a comforting hand on his.

“Gustaff, I promise you, as soon as I feel something for someone you will be the very first person to find out.” You spoke seriously, leaning in to share the secret. “And, since I promise this, I’m going to admit something to you that doesn’t mean a thing, deal?”

This time around the old man leaned in, eyebrows raised in interest.

“Go on, you can tell me.”

For a brief moment you hesitated, this was something you just realised a few moments ago and you wanted it to mean nothing. It meant nothing, just a normal reaction, a biological and even psychological one. Nothing else, nothing more.

“My new guest is really attractive, you know?” You said evading his eyes. “Like, ridiculous, beautiful you don’t even imagine. She has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. There, now you know I do feel some things, just not the romantic ones.”

“What do you mean not the romantic ones? My grandson was saying to me how an amazing ass the girl he likes had, while you’re telling me about the eyes of your girl.” Gustaff rolled his eyes, “youth these days, my grandson needs a good lesson in what is really important. Or at least what you should mention first.”

“She is not my girl,” you clarified shifting on the chair, “and I agree with you, the ass can’t be the first thing you notice. What’s the point?”

The old man nodded in agreement, then he returned his stare to you and this time around he was all business.

“So business is going just fine, eh? How long is she staying?”

You made a face looking away for a moment, “look if I tell you, promise not to make a huge deal out of it?”

“Now, Signora Y/L/N,” you cringed at him using your last name, he merely chuckled ignoring your glare, “I would never make a huge deal out of something that it isn’t.”

“That’s not reassuring at all, Gustaff.” You sighed, shrugging, “she is staying for a year.”

“A year? With you? My dear, are you sure it’s just a guest?” Gustaff winked at you. “A year may turn into a happily ever after, you know? I did read fairy tales in my youth.”

The old man laughed at your spluttering face; you lifted a hand though you couldn’t help but smile at the insinuation of him reading fairy tales. He laughed some more before waving his hand away.

“Please, Gustaff, is nothing like that.” You rolled your eyes when the man huffed, shaking his head. 

“Of course not! You’re stubborn and decide to play celibacy.” The man huffed while you opted to not correct his assumptions, you opted out of a relationship, no sex.

Gustaff leaned back then, turning his posture in a business like one, his tone changing as he decided to get down to business.

“You’re out of supplies then, tell me what you need for this new guest with beautiful eyes?”

You rolled your eyes, you knew the old man would never let it go but it didn’t matter. You handed him the list of supplies you would need, the man read the list pursing his lips while nodding and frowning at some.

“I have most of these, I think I can arrange something similar to some of them.” He lifted his eyes to you waiting for your approval.

“No problem.” You offered a single smile before the lips dropped into a line. “There is something else I would like to ask.”

“You didn’t need to mention it, Y/N, I got your usual order of alcohol ready to be delivered.” You chuckled, shaking your head at the man, the old man softened slightly when he noticed the subtle blush on your cheeks and the sudden nervous shift in your movements.

“It’s not that, I was just…” Here you trailed off wondering why exactly you were doing what you were about to do.

It was true what you had told Yelena, you were not charmed by Wanda. On the contrary, she was someone with a deep sadness that found herself unable to let go of her fears and her own inadequacy to break down the deep loneliness she felt.

It was as if she had attached herself to the first individual she thought was offering the world, and when they were gone she was left alone again. Yet you could also tell the same fear and inadequacy was what prevented her to move forward, or to try and reach out to others. You pursed your lips, you could empathise with her, and understand what she felt. You had been there before. Perhaps, this was the reason you were trying to reach out to her slowly, to offer her what you were offered in the past. 

A friend. A shoulder to cry on. Someone that would finally listen to her.

“My guest you see…” You ignored the knowing stare from Gustaff, the old man cocking his brows hearing attentively to you. “She has been through some rough days and has not been eating at all nor has she been at her best, I was hoping a home-made meal could help her out some.”

There were moments in which Gustaff would love to know the whole story of your past, he would like to know who had broken your heart so badly that you were closed completely to even try it out again. And yet, there was still a glimpse of hope behind your gestures and your words, as if you were waiting for someone to break the shield you had put around yourself from that tempestuous past.

The old man knew this meant nothing; you had always been special to your guests; yet he couldn’t help but think perhaps this time around would be different. A year shouldn’t pass without anything changing in you, right?

“Home-made meal?” Gustaff cocked his head, the knowing glint turning into one of pure amusement. You tried to hold yourself up, not showing any other emotion than mild interest.

“Yeah, she is from Sokovia, you know?” This time around the old man looked highly shocked at the revelation.

Everyone knew about Sokovia, how the place had tried to rebuild after the Avengers and the crazy machine had tried to destroy it. Stark Industries had been an active participant in the reconstruction, and nowadays was starting to become one of the most important centres of refugees around the world. 

“Sokovia! Now that’s an interesting guest.” Gustaff made a thinking face narrowing his eyes at you. “What were you thinking?”

“Well, that’s it, I was thinking something typically sokovian, I got some recipes in here, perhaps you can give me a hand?” You asked innocently at the man.

Gustaff let his eyes linger in you, the old man pursed his lips but knew it was fruitless to press you into saying something else. 

“I think I can get something to make a nice paprikash beef, some borscht, some potatoes cake and something vegetarian.” Gustaff shook his head. “Anything else?”

“What about the alcohol you promised?” 

His laughter resounded in the small room, he stood up alongside you, your hand went to your wrist watching the time. It was almost midday.

“Look, Gustaff, I need to go and find her because it’s almost midday and I let her wander around the town.” You said shifting on your feet. “Do you mind if I leave you to it? I will be back in a couple of hours.”

“No problem, Signora Y/N, your supplies and purchases are in good hands.” The old man smiled at you. “Leave it all to me, and when you’re back it will be ready.”

“Thank you.”

As soon as you left the protective coolness of the store, you were faced down with unbearable heat. It was almost midday indicating the sun was at its highest point and not breeze would touch the land any time soon, there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky and you could guess it was at least 40 degrees out there.

There was a moment of hesitation from your part, your body tingle with anticipation and your mind played with the hundredth of different scenarios that could occur to you once you reached your destination. It was foolish, you had never before now doubted or even thought so much about an interaction before.

You pursed your lips turning around and going back into the store, one of the few teens at the aisle lifted her face in confusion, you offered a tentative smile scratching the back of your head at her.

“Ho dimenticato qualcosa.” The girl giggled blushing lightly.

“Cossa posso fare per lei?” She asked in return, batting her eyelashes at you. 

“posso avere due bottiglie d'acqua? Puoi metterlo sul mio conto.” You watched as the young woman ran down the store to the closest fridge, she came back with your request.

“Grazzie!” Before she could say anything you turned around and left once more.

Once more you were faced with the heat of the day, your eyes lowered to one of the bottles and the image of Wanda came briefly to your mind. You cleared your head, closing up whatever possibilities you were already forming in your head; what you were doing you were doing out of your friendship with Natasha and sympathy for the little witch. 

Nothing else, nothing more.

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Wanda wanted to run.

The moment she left the car, the only thought dancing around her mind was ways to escape the place she had been forced to be in from the very beginning. Wanda knew she was stressed, the fact she could hear the towns thoughts invading her mind told her as much, yet it was getting difficult for her to get a hold of her own abilities at the moment everything was coming back at her tenfold and she wasn’t sure how she should react or how she could gain controlagain.

“…whatever it is you think you want, it is not what you're looking for. However, you will keep chasing things you don't need, things that are not there anymore because you're too afraid to discover the things that you really deserve."

You didn’t understand, no one really understood what Wanda was feeling. Everyone was happy telling her what she had created was not real. That whatever she thought she felt or lived in there was just a fantasy and that her trying to get back there was a waste of time.

Wanda kept on walking, a hand on her head while she tried to quiet down the mixing thoughts of the inhabitants of the town. The young woman strolled down empty alleys, never looking up with red tendrils of red surrounding her hands while the whisper of thoughts threatened to make her head explode.

It had been so easy for you to say those things, to confront Wanda to some harsh truths because you didn’t know what it was like to be her. Nobody did, and that was the issue, right? No one knew just…how lonely she was, how heartbroken she had been from the very beginning.

It was so difficult to continue ignoring how happy she had been back in Westview, how completed her life was when Vision was by her side. Or knowing she was going to be a mother, that there was nothing or anyone that would come in between to fracture her life. That Pietro was alive and her parents…

The tendrils of red magic appeared on her fingertips, the crackling of magic startling her for a moment when she realised she could see her reflection on the calm waters of the sea lapping at the dock she found herself standing in. Her eyes blinked to see only red, the strange crown adorning her head and the clothing she had used at some point back in Westview coming in the form of a mirage.

There is only one way…you can have it all, Wanda, all you ever wanted with a flickered of your fingertips.

The overwhelming sensation of power running down her veins, her heart was beating fast against her chest while the voice, the ever-present voice of the Darkhold whispering the promises of the life she deserved. The life she had. She would give birth to a child born out of her love for Vision, and then once she had completed the ritual no one in this universe or another would be able to break her away from her reality.

Wanda clenched her eyes closed as images of her parents flash through her mind, their smiles and words moments before exploding right in front of her eyes. The moment she felt her soul being split in a half when Pietro gave his last breath, her heart breaking when she killed Vision for nothing. Then, Westview…

Nobody would ever understand what it felt like, everyone was so ready to tell her how sorry they were and that everything would be okay with time. 

It never got better after she lost her parents, or Pietro, or Vision.

Everything got worse, and she was just begging to stop feeling like this. So lost. So lonely.

Her emotions were threatening to be overwhelming; she could already feel the same power she felt moments before she created her version of a perfect world. Her heart was beating hard, the thumbing of the blood pounding on her ears, and the energy of chaos magic filling up her senses.

The horn of a ship resounded through the harbour.

Wanda was startled awake by the sound, her eyes blinked lifting to the sight of a faraway ship crossing the ocean. She stood there suddenly aware of the sound of laughter and conversation around her, soon she noticed the other boats and ships, the houses in the great plaza behind her. She swallowed down her emotions, the tears rolling down her cheeks with her eyes admiring the ocean for the first time.

The wind brushed against her face, and the sweet aroma of rosemary and the salty taste of the sea reached her nostrils, bringing a peace she had not allowed herself to feel before. The sun was already at its highest point, kissing her skin with a comforting warmth until the coldness on her limbs and abdomen receded some. The coldness on her heart and mind though, was still there poking shadows in her eyes.

For the very first time, Wanda realised she had never seen the ocean.

Of course, she had been near it countless of times in missions around the world, she had been near the sea from time to time, even when she was on the run. But she had never had the time to stop for a moment and contemplated it. 

She had never been this close.

The bright hues of blue and green mixed together in a single texture, the white foam caressing the rocks of the harbour and the groyne stretching out from the left of the plaza. Wanda put her arms around herself, her heart beating fast at the memories flashing before her mind.

"It can't all be sorrow, can it? I've always been alone, so I don't feel the lack. It's all I've ever known. I've never experienced loss because I never had a loved one to lose... but what is grief, if not love persevering?"

This time around the memory of Vision was different, the tears were back but her lips curled into a nostalgic smile. She put her arms around herself, trying to get a hold of her ability to stop listening to everyone’s thoughts around her. Her concentration was cut by a hit on her leg. She furrowed her brows watching as a football passed rolling down her leg straight to the ocean.

The flickered of her hand was instinctively, the tendrils of red spread out and stopped the ball before reaching its sad destiny. Wanda furrowed her brows bringing the ball to her hands, turning to see a group of kids running up to her. All of them were watching her with wide eyes, but it was a dark-haired one, the only one brave enough to approach her.

“Grazie!!” The dark-haired kid said stopping right in front of Wanda, he glanced at her rather timidly for a moment stretching his arms up. “Posso avere la palla?”

Wanda observed as the rest of the children came in, all of them with wide eyes watching her in awe but still rather shy to even approach her. The young woman felt a tug at her heart, she offered a tentative smile to the dark-haired kid giving him the ball back. For a moment, Wanda thought that would be it, until one of the kids pushed the dark-haired one, opening his eyes wide as if telling him to say something.

Wanda couldn’t help her amusement, while she didn’t dare to read beyond what she could see in their faces their thoughts were getting louder by the minute. Children were always like this, quite open and disorganised in their thoughts and yet, it was comforting in a way to see there was still innocence in the world.

“Sei carino,” The other kids merely giggled, while the first one pouted, grabbing the ball with a soft blush on his face before lifting her eyes at Wanda, “sei un supereroe?”

There was some hesitation on Wanda’s part, she could tell whatever the kid was saying must be really cute because he was blushing and the others seemed to be teasing him for it.

She offered a tentative smile, hoping her words would get through while wishing she could understand what they were saying.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t understand, I don’t speak Italian.”

“Little Alessandro seems to think you are a pretty lady, and he is quite curious to know if you are a superhero.” Your voice startled her, but instead of turning around her body tense and her eyes hardened a little; your voice dripped with amusement with a heavy accent as you spoke to the kids that giggled while looking back at Wanda.

“What did you say to them?” Wanda asked sharply, her whole body turning to face you with a hint of defiance in her stance.

“I just mentioned you were a little too old for him, but that I did agree with him. You are pretty.” Your lips curled into a content smile when those cheeks darkened and her eyes drifted back to the children.

Their curious eyes were on you and her, Alessandro was hugging the ball tightly against his chest. Wanda cocked her head so her attention would be directed to the children instead of you, you stepped closer stretching towards her the cold bottle of water.

“Here, you must be thirsty, it’s a hot day.” You waited patiently until her hand closed around the bottle, her face lifting slightly until her eyes were locked right with yours.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, Principessa.” You winked then walked past her to ruffle Alessandro’s hair.

The young kid exclaimed moving back with a pout fixing his hair, you chuckled, grabbing the ball wiggling your eyebrows at the group that soon scattered around. Wanda observed you for what seemed an eternity, you were playing with them quite literally; your football skills were quite remarkable and the children seemed to be struggling to get a hold of their ball again. You feinted a pass to the left, and while everyone went to the left you made a gesture to Alessandro who went right. In the end, Alessandro was the one who stole the ball and soon the children were back in their game.

You stepped back taking a long sip from your bottle, turning around you found the intense stare of Wanda on you. The young woman had her brows creased; her lips pursed in a thoughtful gesture. You tilted your head with a fluttering in your heart at the intensity behind the stare.

“Are you alright?” You finally asked, Wanda shifted lowering her gaze to the bottle of water all of a sudden she felt thirsty.

The midday sun was burning the land, you could feel it almost burning your skin while the lack of breeze made it almost impossible to get some relief. Once more Wanda and you were left alone, standing right in front of one another with a silence that had stretched out since the car drive. You lifted your eyes to the sky, then you spoke softly to her.

“I want to apologize for earlier.” This time around you found her eyes, the other woman clenched her jaw though the incredulous look she sent your way told you she didn’t believe you that much.

“Look, don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret my words.” You clarified. “But it wasn’t the way and I’m not anyone to tell you this. I’m just a stranger that happened to have a nice place in the midst of the best place in the world. Still, you and I, we’re just acquaintances so it wasn’t my place.”

Wanda should feel grateful, she should say something that would put the incident behind them. But for some reason, she felt hurt all over again; this time around what had pierced her heart deeply was how you referred to the both of you. Acquaintances.  Why did it bother her so much? Why did it hurt? It was stupid! You were right! The both of you barely know each other!!

The truth was Wanda had felt attraction towards you the moment she caught you training in the back yard, and in those little moments she had gotten a glimpse of you well…

“Right, I…” Wanda started shaking her head. “It’s okay, I shouldn’t leave the way I did.”

You offered her a smile, a real smile that reached out your eyes with dimples that marked your face in a cute way. Wanda’s heart fluttered and for some unknown reason her stomach felt like an explosion of tickles she tried to keep under control.

“Let’s just start over again, then.” You then pointed with your head the untouched bottle of water on Wanda’s hand. “You better drink some water, Principessa, you’re looking all hot and sweaty and I’m pretty sure you’re not used to this kind of weather.”

Wanda jumped startled glancing at the bottle, her face felt hot but for some reason she wasn’t sure it was because of the sun. Furrowing her brows and clearing out her mind of such intrusive thoughts, the young woman opened the bottle and took a long sip of water.

“Well, now that the awkwardness seems to be gone, what do you say if we go grab some lunch?” You pointed at yourself winking at the young woman. “My treat.”

Wanda opened her eyes for the very first time realising just how late it really was, she thought for a moment of the time she lost the moments that seemed like a flash of confusing images and thoughts. Her eyes drifted to her fingertips that were of her normal colour, though she was pretty sure early on they were black.

“I don’t want to impose; you don’t have to do it.” Wanda started talking but soon trailed off when your hand found hers. She couldn’t help but lock her eyes to yours.

“You wouldn’t be imposing, Principessa, that’s why I am inviting.” You started walking back pulling on her gently giving her the chance to let go or to stop you. “I promised you won’t regret it; this is the best place to eat in the whole town.”

After a moment of hesitation, Wanda accepted.

If Wanda had been paying attention, she would have noticed the lack of noise inside her head. No longer could she hear anyone’s thoughts, and the dark cold voice of the Darkhold had all but vanished, if only for a moment.

It wouldn’t be until later that day she would notice this small detail, her mind trying to catch up to what her heart was starting to feel.

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 “Y/N!” A young woman no older than sixteen came right at you wrapping her arms around your abdomen, your smile was so big and bright Wanda wondered just how many types of smiles you hide behind the arrogant exterior you had shown on your first meeting.

“Sprite!” Your arms wrapped tightly around the young woman, it had been way too long since you last saw her and watching her get this excited was something that warmed your heart. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

Sprite stepped back shrugging, her eyes gleamed strangely at you a story she held at the back of her mind while her eyes drifted to the newcomer.

“It’s a long story.” She mumbled eyeing Wanda with a hint of coldness on her stare. “And you are?”

“Oh, this is…” You trailed off turning to Wanda then back to Sprite. “Wanda, she is a guest at the Hill. Wanda, this is Sprite, she is our host’s niece.”

“Nice to meet you.” Wanda mumbled a little overwhelmed by the energy around the house.

“Oh, new guest then.” Sprite whole demeanour changed, and while she wasn’t looking all that welcoming at least the coldness in her stare softened a little. “Then, nice to meet you and welcome to the most boring town in existence.”

“I resent that!” The voice of an older woman reached the entrance hall. Wanda was quite surprised to see a middle-aged woman with dark hair and olive skin, her accent was thick and yet her tone was gently almost motherly.

“You were supposed to, this town is really boring.” Sprite drawled the last syllables until the word was too long.

“I resent the comment too, I love Vernazza!” You poked the young woman on her ribs, though she swatted your hand.

The woman came in, her smile just as bright as yours. Wanda crunched up her nose when you placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Ajak, looking as beautiful as always, don’t you?” Your voice dropped just enough to flirt with the other woman, Ajak snorted, rolling her eyes at you before settling her eyes on Wanda.

“You have to be careful with this one, she would flirt her way out of anything.” Wanda tried to offer a smile but it came out like a grimace, you lifted your arms looking offended though the twinkling in your eyes told you were really enjoying the banter.

“Please, Principessa over there is immune to my charm.” You never turned to Wanda, and the young woman pressed her lips together glancing away from the scene with a scowl in place.

“Anyway, Ajak, this is Wanda, she is staying at the Hill.” Then your attention was on Wanda, and for some reason you couldn’t understand there was a glint of annoyance in her green eyes. “Wanda, this is Ajak, our host for today.”

“A pleasure, eh…Ajak?” Wanda asked, lifting her brows, the woman chuckled, taking the offering hand.

“That’s right, you can just call me just Ajak.” Ajak shook her head in amusement when Sprite came right behind you talking slowly, almost secretively to you. The middle-aged woman glanced at Wanda with a deep stare, her dark eyes gleaming strangely before her lips curled into a gentle smile. “My niece has been having some issues as of late, and whenever she comes here Y/N it’s her confident, she tells her everything which is good because at least she is trusting someone I trust.”

“Oh, I see.” Wanda’s face fell a little though she soon tried to conceal her emotions. “You have a beautiful home, thank you for the invitation. I hope I’m not imposing on your private time with Y/N and your family.”

“Nonsense, dear you are more than welcome to come here.” Ajak cocked her head to the side, indicating with a gesture the house. “Would you like a tour?”

Wanda hesitated for a moment, she was tempted to say no when her eyes caught sight of you and Sprite talking in hushed whispers.

“Sure, that would be fine.”

Ajak turned out to be a delight.

The woman was quite talkative and in no time she was telling Wanda her story. She was from the Middle East, left her home at an early age and had been travelling the world with her family for a long time, one of her trips took her to Italy and the town of Vernazza so, when the time came for the family to split up, she decided to come back to the town and settled there.

She spoke of many places, and Wanda found herself forgetting her worries for a moment. She thought about her own adventures, how different they had been, how lonely and filled with concern of being found and not being able to actually enjoy the settings. 

The conversation shifted and, while Ajak never made intrusive questions, she started inquiring about Wanda in general. At first it was small things like where she came from, and how did she like the place so far; soon though, Wanda found herself telling the older woman about her family and the places she had been in, she told her about her favourite TV shows and what she had learnt about life so far. It was with small details Wanda started opening up a little, and for the very first time she found herself in front of someone that didn’t really know anything about her, about her past, about her deeds or mistakes.

Unlike other times, Wanda found herself relaxed and when she spoke about her family, about Pietro, there was nothing more than nostalgia and a glimmer of happiness in her. Ajak softened hearing the stories, she noticed the subtle changes in the redhead thinking perhaps it was not too late yet. 

“It is never easy to lose one’s family.” Ajak stated furrowing her brows, Wanda looked away not wanting to hear the same condolences she heard before. “No one understands, people are always going around saying how sorry they are for your loss but they are not. The pain, the grief is for one to carry on. No one would ever understand, and that’s okay. We don’t need them to, we just want…company. Even if they don’t know what to say.”

Wanda was taken aback by this, her eyes grew big, settling themselves on the woman. Ajak was not looking at her, if anything she seemed to be glancing at nothing then with a single shake of her head Ajak was returning her attention to Wanda.

“It is not an easy task, but I know sometimes people can be overwhelming.” Ajak offered a gentle smile Wanda could not return. “And yet, when they are really there for you, all they’re trying to do in the end is trying to help out. It’s all they can really do.”

“It has been difficult, but I’m getting there.” Wanda replied simply, “everyone was so ready to come over, to offer empty words…but, I never thought…”

This time around Wanda sighed, shifting as she played with the rings on her fingers.

“They gave me this trip, they thought I would appreciate the holidays.” The redhead furrowed her brows stopping right in front of the dining room. “I’m starting to think, they were right.”

Ajak shot her a calculating stare, for a brief moment the woman seemed deep in thought as if analysing the answers Wanda had given so far. Then her expression shifted and they were entering the dining room, the table had been set and you and Sprite were in the kitchen singing to some music they could barely hear.

“Sometimes, what we need is a change of perspective.” Ajak said, shrugging. “It is hard, and I won’t tell you it will pass, but perhaps it is time to see things under a different light. But enough serious talk, let’s go and eat.”

It had been quite some time since Wanda last had so much fun during lunch time. A part of her remembered those days in which she would spend her days preparing food for Vision or his boss or the neighbours; she would remember those moments in which all she did was try to keep the illusion alive but in her worries she never got a chance to really enjoy them. And before Westview, well…she had been on the run. There weren’t many chances of her sitting down to talk about everything and anything with strangers while enjoying good food.

This time around it was different.

And Wanda got to see a different side of you, she found herself glancing at you often taking into your smile and twinkling eyes hearing every word that you sputtered while chuckling at your jokes. Whatever darkness had been crawling deep inside her soul, whatever thoughts of power and ways to claim what was hers were out of her mind as she allowed herself to be at peace.

You were laughing at the story Sprite was telling, your eyes gleaming brightly settling on Wanda that returned the smile with one of her own. Your heart fluttered at the sight; it was the very first time you saw her smile. Her real one. It was beautiful. The type of smile you had never seen before, you found yourself wishing Wanda had more reasons to share such a smile with the world. Your heart skipped a beat when her hand placed on your forearm, you lifted your eyes to her only to find those green irises gleaming.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” She said sheepishly, you chuckled turning back signalling a long corridor.

“Straight to the left, then right.” You winked at her, unable to help yourself, the young woman dipped her head, her lips curling into a coy smile before she stood up and left.

Ajak and Sprite glanced at one another with surprise in their eyes, though it was Sprite the first one to talk.

“So, are you sure you want to be near her for over a year?” Sprite ignored the glare from Ajak, and you couldn’t help but furrow your brows at the question.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she has been here for what? Twenty days? And you look like a puppy, all happy and giddy.” Sprite shrugged offering a wry smile. “It’s disgusting, really.”

You opened your eyes, shaking your head, you turned back to make sure Wanda was not coming over before looking back to the two women sending knowing glances your way.

“It’s nothing like that! We have spoken like three four times since she came here.” You whispered poking the table to make sure your point went across. “I’m just happy to see progress here, nothing else.”

“Progress?” Sprite asked confused, “I have never seen you smile like that for some progress.”

“Shut up! It’s not what you guys are thinking.”

“Doesn’t seem that way, you’re showing your dimples!” Sprite was rather proud of herself when you opened your eyes, sputtering with some indignation.

Ajak rolled her eyes, but before you could say something she cleared her throat pointing to the hall. Wanda was coming over, and the young woman looked different. She was more relaxed, easy on her footsteps with a single smile adorning her face.

“Ajak, I want to thank you for the lunch, and the conversation,” Wanda said while sitting down, “it has been quite a while since I last have something like this.”

“It is not me the one you need to thank, Wanda.” Ajak replied pointing with a single finger your way. “Y/N here told me she would bring you over and wanted for this to be special, if anything you need to thank her.”

You did not take your eyes from Ajak, fully aware those green eyes were glancing at you intently.

“I didn’t know that.” Wanda mumbled but said nothing else.

You glanced at your watch then to the women around the table, “I think I gotta go, Ajak, but let me help you with the dishes. Come on Sprite.”

“What? Why? You offer yourself!”

“Don’t be a child, come over.” You pushed the young woman while taking the plates to the kitchen and started washing everything.

Wanda sat there contemplating what Ajak had just revealed, when had you called the woman over? Were you planning the lunch even before you left the house? Did it matter? When Wanda lifted her eyes to see you laughing in the kitchen putting the plates away while bickering with Sprite, Wanda found herself wondering many things.

A dark cloud of memories came crawling back into her mind, everyone around her either died or left. Wasn’t this the reason she was looking for a way to go back to her little world? Was she being foolish to think of you? Probably, you two didn’t even know one another, and Wanda was probably feeling vulnerable at the moment.

That was the most logical explanation to the confusion growing in her mind.

“As always your cooking is the best there is, Ajak, Thank you!” You hugged the woman tightly before stepping back.

“Nonsense, you know you’re always welcome around here.”

“Besides, next lunch it’s on you.” Sprite intervened, a smirk forming on her face. “Thena and Gil will come over next week.”

Your eyes opened wide at this, your lips curled slightly, “are you sure? They really are coming?”

“Yep, Thena says she missed her garden, but we all know she misses you.” Sprite wiggled her eyebrows at you, you rolled your eyes feeling a flush on your face knowing Wanda had her eyes on you while Ajak seemed to send a reproachful glance to Sprite.

“They’re coming, yes.” Ajak confirmed. “Gil is missing the weather and Thena, you know her.”

You did.

You knew Thena pretty well, your body tensed completely at the thought of Thena coming over with Wanda resting at the guest house. Looking out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Wanda was shooting you curious glances.

“Then, I would make sure to prepare a nice meal for all of you. Just call me with the details.”

“I will call you, don’t worry. Wanda, it was a pleasure to meet you, you are more than welcome here whenever you need a little escape or someone to talk to.”

“Thank you, Ajak, I will keep it in mind.”

The walk back to the car was done in silence, you were smiling softly making sure to take Wanda down the most beautiful alleys in town. Most of them had little gardens on their balconies and the constructions were a mixture of tradition and modernity, you could see the other woman was highly placed by the scenery surrounding her and you count her eager glances as a victory.

She waited for you in the car while the teens in the store filled out your car and you spoke with an old man. Wanda was confused. There was something bothering her greatly but she was unable to pinpoint the source, or what exactly was making her confused. She only knew one thing, and that was that without counting the incident after she left your car, she had never felt so at peace with herself or the world around her.

“Okay, everything is ready, let’s go back.” You flashed a quick grin before starting the car driving along a well-known road.

The young woman rested her head against the window, that day had been so much different to anything she had grown accustomed to. She wasn’t on the run, there was not an enemy they had to fight over, and there was not an external threat she needed to eliminate to keep her happiness to herself. Wanda pressed her lips together, your eyes and your smile flashing from time to time whenever she wondered what had happened, what had changed.

Wanda closed her eyes and, without really noticing, she fell asleep.

Wanda jerked awake at the sound of cursing and mumbling; she saw as you moved to the trunk putting away the different bags filled with supplies. For a moment, Wanda wondered just when she had fallen asleep and how, she didn’t remember the last time she had such a nice nap without any dreams or nightmares haunting her. She stretched out, looking at you out of the mirror until your eyes found hers.

“Come on, Principessa, I brought a lot of things and you will need to help.” Your words broke her concentration, with a pursed of her lips Wanda went out of the car.

“Let me see what I can do.” She replied dryly using her powers to lift some of the bags. “Where do you want them?”

The smile on her face told you she was highly satisfied with her act, you just let out a breathy laugh shaking your head.

“How about the ones that have a W on them you left them on your porch and the others on mine?”

There were at least ten paper bags, all of them full of food and drinks and some other necessities. Wanda counted hers, at least five of them full of things she could see she liked. Not for the first time, Wanda wondered how much you knew about her, how much Natasha had revealed.

“Are you going to stand there all day or are you gonna move it?” You took two of the paper bags carrying them to her door, walking past her.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know?” Wanda said, lifting the bags and following you to the house.

“I know.” You replied placing them on the porch.

“I could go to the town if I need to.”

“I know.”

Wanda then stopped you, her hand on your arm a frown adorning her face and those green eyes seeking out yours.

“Thank you.” Wanda mumbled, lowering her gaze for a moment, “I have fun today, and I shouldn’t have left the car like that after…”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me.” You stepped back holding your bags tightly against your body. “I understand more than you know.”

Wanda scowled at this, you shrugged offering a half smile.

“You asked me what I could see on you and I just told you honestly.” You said softly. “You didn’t have to like it, but…think about it. I’m glad you had fun today, you see? Going out of this house was not so bad, and you even made friends…not friends of your age, but friends still.”

Wanda offered for the very first time a real smile, you returned her smile glancing at your bags then at the distance between that house and yours.

“Say, you wouldn’t mind helping me with these?” You asked sheepishly, Wanda pressed her lips together amused with a flick of her hand she lifted the remaining bags helping you out until you were back home.

“Thanks, I think I’m going to put this away…” You were about to enter your house; Wanda was going back to hers when you called back to her. “Wanda?”

The young woman stopped looking back at you, “yes?”

You couldn’t help the smirk adorning your face, your eyes gleaming mischievously as you spoke.

“You are more than welcome to join me tomorrow morning,” you said rather casually, “you know? If you ever stop ogling me through the window?”

For the first time, in a very long time, Wanda blushed.

You chuckled picking up the bags and going inside the house leaving your door open, for a moment Wanda stood there rather mortified before she too went back to the house.

She never really noticed it, but the voices inside her head were not as loud as before.

Translations in order of appearance

Ho dimenticato qualcosa - I forgot something

Cossa posso fare per lei - Waht can I do for you

posso avere due bottiglie d'acqua? - Can I have two bottles of water?

Puoi metterlo sul mio conto - you can put it on my bill

Posso avere la palla? - Can I have the ball?

Sei carino - you are pretty

sei un supereroe - are you a superhero

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lost mal-evolence // 2

WORD COUNT // 1725

summary ! The youngest of the Maximoff siblings had lived through heartbreak twice now. First her parents’ death and then her older siblings’ abandonment. She didn’t know what she’d done wrong, only that she searched for them for 3 years before HYDRA recruited her. She joined them when she learnt Pietro and Wanda had came here after leaving her. Now 6 years after their departure, she was in the process of becoming HYDRA’s best asset ever.

a/n ! sooo part 2, i was feeling inspired... hope you like it :))

warning ! okay so this isn’t really a warning but let’s pretend my baby Pietro is not dead in this series alright :)

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part uno

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“You have to try HARDER” Madame HYDRA was now screaming at her. They had been training for five hours now, but Mal never backed down. She knew she had to control her power and if she had to train herself to exhaustion then she’d do it.

Katya Sarkissian, had succeeded her mother Ophelia and was now in charge of this operation. She was quite proud of her recruit, she’d accomplished so much since she had become a mutant. 

But the goal was to channel her protégé to the top. She could do great things now, she could do even greater if only she trained more.

“Come on Mal, make him do it !” Narrowing her eyes, the head of operations was getting frustrated with her trainee. “Stop.”

Mal’s posture immediately tensed, awaiting the worst. She hated not being able to do something, she hated disappointing Madame HYDRA. Because she knew her actions had consequences. 

She turned her 5′5 frame towards the imposing woman and kept her head high, not an ounce of fear radiating from her body. But deep down she could feel the dread coiling and tugging at her insides.

“What’s distracting you Mal ? You need to concentrate !” The anger in her tone made Mal shiver and want to lash out at her at the same time.

“Nothing, Madame. I have to try harder.” No emotions in her voice, she knew better than to show any vulnerability.

The sigh of frustration that followed her statement almost made Mal wince.

“Don’t lie to me Mal, why can’t you do it?” Miss Sarkassian was cold, she was going to get her to do what she wanted.

“It’s like I can hear the electricity of his nervous system” said the teen while nodding her head towards the man who had been standing there for a few hours now, “but I can’t seem to reach and interfere with it”

Mal’s hands were held in front of her as she has been instructed to do for six years now. When someone talked to her, they had to be able to see her hands, the most dangerous weapon in the facility.

Every person who worked here as HYDRA’s staff or scientist knew that with one touch of her hand they could be dead. 

Everyone but Mal. 

16 years old Mal Maximoff knew her powers were the result of an experiment that still haunted her at night. But she didn’t feel any remorse, she was proud to be special, to be someone who mattered for once. 

To be someone they needed. 

In fact, it’s the only thing that mattered for her. That for once in her life, those people weren’t going to let her go as easily as her parents or as her sister and brother did.

She didn’t really know who HYDRA were or what they needed her for, but to be honest she didn’t really care either. She had gained something from them.

Power and a strange sense of stability.

Mal was brought back to reality as the woman in front of her spoke once again. Calmer this time, but there was still an edge to it.

“Well we have to repair that. Try again” It was an order.

The young girl faced the man once more and concentrated. She could feel her own body thrilling and crackling with the electricity flowing through her veins.

She focused on the man and she could hear it, the millions of nerve signals running at incredible speed in his head. 

Madame HYDRA decided Mal was in need of a little motivation to achieve and complete her training session.

“You can do it, reach for it like you were reaching for your siblings when they left you, when they abandoned you” She smirked.

Mal reacted to that comment, her green eyes turning a glowing but gloomy purple. 

“Come on, don’t you want them to pay, for leaving you, for not caring about you. Once you control that man you control anyone, you control them Mal” 

The maleficent woman knew this kind of anger called her power to the surface. She had seen her achieve unimaginable things when annoyed with her past, with her siblings.

And she knew exactly what to say to get her to electrify herself as well as a whole city.

Mal knew deep down that Katya Sarkissian was only trying to get in her head, trying to anger her. But it worked.

Every. Single. Time.

She just couldn’t get past the fact that they had left her. 

So she growled while her features were morphing into one of intense concentration. A growing mist invaded the room, making the man cower a bit in fear, under the pressure of Mal’s dominating presence.

“If they had been there, they’d already have done it” That was the final straw. 

Mal was burning with anger, she had always been afraid of not being good enough. But she was done of that, she deserved more than being compared to her pathetic siblings.

She finally accessed his brain, hearing and feeling every part of his spine where nerve signals circulated as the man wanted nothing more than to get out of this place. 

Madame HYDRA’s words kept on repeating over and over again in her head, she had enough.

She wasn’t afraid. Not anymore. 

She intercepted the subconscious nerve signal which allowed the man to breathe without thinking about it.

She intercepted it and blocked it. Along with all the upcoming ones who were trying to seep through her barrier. 

She had to prove that she was worthy of this power flowing through her veins. She had to prove to the woman in the room she could trust her, that she could do it.

She wanted more than anything to prove to herself that she wasn’t afraid of death.

And so Madame HYDRA was left speechless and she saw the man clawing at his own throat and then fall limp head first on the floor.

His head cracking open with the impact.

Suddenly the mist vanished and Mal’s eyes returned back to their everyday color.

The head of operation couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of the corpse in front of her. She had expected Mal to react to her comments, to achieve the goal they had set for this session.

What she hadn’t expected was for her to be able to kill that soon. She had figured it would still take a few more months, maybe a year with good preparation and manipulation.

She clapped and went to hug an emotionless teen. 

“Congratulations my child ! You did it !” It looked almost as if she was going to start jumping and dancing around the room. It was a rather unusual sight for Mal to see Madame HYDRA that content.

“I am very proud of you, you will get a meal tonight !” She smiled at the young girl.

At this Mal lifted her clouded eyes, and smiled slightly. “Thank you Madame”

Mal never got more than a meal a day, so this meant her trainer was really happy with her.

But now that the anger had subsided, was Mal ever going to accept the fact that she had killed someone? Out of her anger for her family.

New York, Avengers Tower, a week after the first meeting.

“Sooo, anything new on Miss Thunderbolt ?” Sam chuckled when entering the lab where Tony, Steve and Bruce where currently searching for new informations on the girl that had fascinated more than one Avenger.

Tony looked up and pouted “I thought we had agreed on Mini Thor”  

“Nah, it’s too confusing” Sam winked and turned to Bruce who readjusted his glasses before speaking.

“Not since yesterday, I’ve tried countless times to run the facial recognition software on that picture but nothing comes out, it’s too pixelated”

Steve sighed and took a seat next to him.

“She doesn’t look very old, that’s what we know”

“How old ?” interrupted Clint who had just arrived.

“I don’t know, she doesn’t seem older than 20. Pretty sure she’s younger than the twins” 

Other than confirming that you were in fact part of HYDRA and that the Siberian facility had been in use for the past few years, only the underground part though. That’s why they hadn’t been aware of it. 

They weren’t coming up with enough informations to be flying out to Russia and bring down HYDRA.

Even though they knew everything about the location and Bucky had helped with the layout of the facility, they still couldn’t find the identity of the girl which was essential if they even wanted to try and free her of the hold the organization had on her.

“What about the leaders of her experiment ? Do we know anything about them ?” 

Ever since Clint had learnt that it was the evil organization behind the powers of the girl, he had tried to help. It felt like he just needed the confirmation that they were going to think this through and get a bit of rest.

Tony pointed his index towards him “That my friend, we can tell you more about”

He stood up “FRIDAY, files on the mean Lady please” 

He then proceeded to show them to everyone in the room, even though Bruce and Steve had already seen them. “That” he pointed to a tall and fierce looking woman in the picture “is Katya Sarkissian, head of operations at the Siberian facility, daughter of the infamous Ophelia Sarkissian”

“So she’s following in her mother’s footsteps” Sam was trying to piece it all together, the name seemed quite unfamiliar.

“Yes, well not exactly her mother, Viper, had an on-going narcotics business and was set on world domination, it seems our current Madame HYDRA inherited

the title but that’s it” Cap explained, a serious look in his eyes.

Tony nodded before continuing with the infos.

“We know she moved up the ranks pretty fast, having learnt quite a few things from her mother until now, where she is officially ‘researching on chemical and biological weapons for the Russian Army’. Those being human trials apparently.”

They all seemed to understand so he finished.

“We suppose she is the supervisor of the operation and she has multiple persons with advanced abilities under experiment including Mini Thor”

“Okay, that’s great” Clint was being sarcastic, he knew they had to bring this operation down before it took a nasty turn.                                                                                                                                               

part 3

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lost mal-evolence

WORD COUNT / 1305 (following parts will be longer if you guys like it)

summary ! The youngest of the Maximoff siblings had lived through heartbreak twice now. First her parents’ death and then her older siblings’ abandonment. She didn’t know what she'd done wrong, only that she searched for them for 3 years before HYDRA recruited her. She joined them when she learnt Pietro and Wanda had came here after leaving her. Now 6 years after their departure, she was in the process of becoming HYDRA’s best asset ever.

a/n ! hello :) so this is my frist time actually publishing something i wrote, i saw a prompt like 2 years ago about this and decided to write a series about it. so idk how many parts there will be but i hope you like ittt :)

warning ! okay so this isn’t really a warning but let’s pretend my baby Pietro is not dead in this series alright :)

GIMME FEEDBACK PLS :))))

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FRIDAY startled most of the Avengers in the tower when she spoke .

- All Avengers are required to meet in the meeting room immediately -

It was 4:06pm and Tony wished this day had ended already. And hour before that, he was working on the optimization of his suit while watching the news on three different screens at the same time when something caught his eye.

After gathering enough informations on the situation he decided it was best if he notified the rest of the team. 

Seating at the end of the table he waited quite impatiently for everyone to take a seat.

Steve was the first to arrive, a frown had made its way on his face realizing it wasn’t in Tony’s habits to suddenly call a team meeting without letting him know beforehand.

One by one, every member piled up in the chairs around the table.

Pietro and Wanda were the last to arrive since they had been, since the beginning of the afternoon, in the witch’s bedroom, hanging out. It was one of the furthest away from this part of the Tower.

Everyone was rather confused as to why they had been summoned for a meeting when most of them were just coming back from different missions around the world.

With the tension increasing in the room, Steve decided to speak up.

“What’s the matter Tony ? Why did you call a meeting ?” He was calm, as usual, but still had this edge to his tone, giving away the urgency he felt.

Tony sighed, knowing most of them would be disappointed to see their rest cut short.

“I’m not sure yet, but I think HYDRA is back in the game. Trying to create weapons... again”

He could see Natasha frowning as well as the others and before anyone could ask him the question he added.

"Human weapons”

Everyone in the room knew what that meant. Everyone looked from the corner of their eye or directly to the twins who were both shocked by the news. Them, who thought they finally had turned the page of this dark chapter in both their lives.

But the cause of this meeting left them speechless as they tried to wrap their heads around the fact that some people were suffering as much as they had in order to benefit an evil organization.

A million questions running through his head Clint asked “What makes you think that ?”

All of them turned back to Tony who was now searching for the video he had seen earlier.

“Monday this week, someone recorded a video from a private helicopter where you can see the whole city of Moscow short-circuit and 52 seconds later” He waited for the moment in the video “the power is put back on everywhere, now I know it’s not unsual for parts of a city to short-circuit, but the whole city ?” 

“Not to mention you can’t put back on the power of thousands of districts in a matter of seconds” added an astonished Bruce.

Tony nodded towards him as if saying ‘exactly’. He then proceeded to show his teammates a few pictures which appeared on the wall one after the other.

Some showed bolts of lighting in the middle of a sunny day, others were articles explaining that entire neighbourhoods were without any electricity for days and not a single person could fix, people claiming electricity meters and cables were intact.

But what proved to the Avengers that Tony’s theory was the most plausible one was the last video that showed up on the screen and illuminated the dark room.

“Ho-, wh-, what the hell?”  Sam needed answers, as well as the rest of the team.

The blurry and trembling image showed a rather small figure, possibly a teenager, her back facing the camera but her hair blowing in the harsh wind of a storm. Arms outstretched in front of her, a dark violet mist surrounding her making it harder to distinguish her features.

Then, a flash of white light dazzled the fascinated Avengers as the camera fell to the ground, letting it shatter and stopping the recording.

The sound of the stores opening and bathing the room in natural light was now the only sound coming out of the meeting room.

Still shook, Pietro broke the silence asking in a breathless voice. “How do we know it’s HYDRA’s doing ?”

Wanda, who sat next to her brother, shook her head “How can you expect it not to be them ?”

Tony put his hands on the table where a map showed up.

“I checked the location where each of these stuffs were taken, it’s all been happening in Russia” 

He looked up at Steve, whose frown had deepened.

“The Siberian faciity?” Captain America was even more curious now.

“Almost certain” replied Tony.

That made Bucky look up. He was quite familiar with that place and would never ever wish for anyone to end up there. Some nights, he still had nightmares sometimes so real he felt like he was there once again. 

His heart ached for the poor girl if she was imprisoned there. 

“Do you have any info on the girl ?” 

Seeing as Tony shooked his head, Steve knew his best friend was going to try and find her. He was still searching for some kind of redemption for all he had done under HYDRA’s control and if it meant saving that teen then so be it.

He put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder as a sign of support.

“We will Buck, we won’t let HYDRA make any more victims.”

Clint who had been quiet until now, interrupted with a strong voice “We’re still not sure it was HYDRA, as far as we know the Siberian facility is still shut down and the girl hasn’t caused any major problems”

Sam chuckled and turned around in his chair so he could face his friend.

“Man, she hasn’t caused any major problems for now”

“It’s true what if tomorrow they decide to fly her out here in New York and short-circuit everything” added Steve while crossing his arms across his chest.

He knew Clint was probably just tired of running around all the time, preventing him from seeing his family as much as he wanted to, but he couldn't believe he was willing to let HYDRA manipulate a young girl.

Clint frowned “Steve we don’t know if it’s HYDRA yet, the short-circuit could be an edited video or something” 

Wanda looked at him in the eyes “Don’t you want to know who the girl is ?”

He sighed, everyone was looking at him now, he just didn’t understand how these people could never get an ounce of sleep and still be ready to fight for every cause they found. 

“Yes, of course I do!” It was obvious the girl had something intriguing going on around her “But I just don’t want us to rush in this headlong and find ourselves weakened when we’re finally back together”

At that, Natasha smiled “Aww, seems like someone cares about us more than he’d like to admit” 

A few of them laughed quietly, CLint shook his head smiling.

Bruce stood up, looking thoroughly interested in the task he was about to devote hours to “Well, I’ll start investigating”

Tony followed and exclaimed “Let’s go find out more on Mini Thor”

Sam laughed

“Careful he might hear and come crush you with his Mini fucking Thor” he was now cackling “Understand ? Mini-Fucking-Thor, cause it’s his di-”

“Language, careful Wilson we’ve got children here” 

“Sorry Cap’” Still laughing, Sam apologized, while the twins rolled their eyes.

“You do know we’re 23 right ?” deadpanned Pietro.

Steve shrugged and walked out the door, followed by a smiling Sam, who was still recovering from his joke and Natasha who was talking to Clint.

Were left in the room HYDRA’s previous experiments.

part dos 

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Left Behind - Chapter 10 - Atlantis

Gif was made by @abimess aka wifey

Summary: The one where you lived in the apartment under the Maximoff family in Sokovia, or, your journey as a Sokovian civilian to Avenger.

Series Warnings: (+16) Violence, fighting, cursing, civil war environments, abuse of power, assault, torture, underage kissing, psychological torture, substance use, mention of assault/fighting of children, smut, kissing, teasing, insinuation of sexual and moral harassment, verbal offenses.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader || platonic bucky barnes x reader, mentor!natastha romanoff and mentor!steve rogers, bruce banner x reader (friendship), pietro maximoff x reader (friendship).

Words: 3.445K

A/N> I should warn you for the angst in this one i think. Please don't hate the ending of this or the fic. Good reading you all. Also, listen to "Atlantis" by Seafret, i chose the name based on that song.

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Chapter 10 - Atlantis

You ignore the insinuating look Pietro gives you when he sees you leaving Wanda's room in the morning.

"Not a word." You warn threateningly as he raises his arms in surrender, holding back his laughter.

You turn and go back to your room, trying not to smile like an idiot as you prepare for the mission, and failing miserably.

You try not to think about last night, or the morning after, but the feel of Wanda's lips on your skin is all that comes to mind for the next few hours.

Even during breakfast, where after she stole a kiss on your cheek in the hallway before you guys joined the Avengers, and sat beside you at the table while Steve went over some details to everyone, all you could think about was the last night. In Wanda's taste, her hands inside…

"Stop it." She warns softly at your side. Lower enough so only you can hear, and not to get in the way of the captain's speech. You blink in confusion, and then you understand. Feeling your face heat up, you look at her with a mixture of surprise and indignation.

"You can...?"

"Yes, now eat in silence please." She interrupts in the same tone, equally embarrassed as she keeps her gaze on the plate in front of her.

"Wanda?" You try next. And she mutters under her breath, and then she realizes. She rolls her eyes, and goes back to eating. You smile. "I can't believe you didn't tell me you could hear thoughts."

"It was kind of obvious don't you think?" She retorts mentally. "My whole thing is mind control."

"Your whole thing is to be the love of my life." You tease and she chokes lightly on her coffee, making you hold back a laugh as you gently touch her back. She says she's fine softly, and Steve, who had given her a worried look, goes back to talking about planning for the defenses in Sokovia.

"When this is over, I want to try a few things." You mentally tell her and Wanda looks at you quickly before turning her attention back to Steve. You imitate the movement.

"We'll leave as soon as you finish eating." Steve says already getting up. You suddenly feel anxious.

Wanda notices the way your body has tensed, and looks at you immediately.

"Hey, everything okay?" she asks tenderly. You give her a weak smile, placing your hand on her thigh. Wanda puts her hand on top of yours.

"I'm nervous."

"Me too." She confesses. "But we'll be fine. I got you."

"And I got you."

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As soon as you join the jet with the rest of the Avengers, you could already feel the control serum starting to wear off.

Sighing a little, you don't even have to ask to have Wanda's hand in yours. Her eyes and fingers glow red for a moment as she helps you, before returning to normal. You mumble a thanks, resting your back against the jet's wall.

"Remember what we trained, Avengers." Announces Steve upon entering. "Removing the civilians is the support team's priority, while Clint searches for Natasha. The strike team must deal with Ultron's guards."

"Yes, captain." The team says in understanding, and then the jet is leaving.

It takes ten minutes for Pietro to start teasing you.

"I hear we had a girls night yesterday." Commented the boy out loud, attracting the attention of Bruce and Bucky, who were standing next to you. Wanda glared at her brother.

"Pietro..."

"What is it, sestra? I’m just saying.”He joked. You wondered if you could throw him off the jet from that high. "I heard that this type of activity is a great stress reliever."

You felt your face heat up, and you sank into your seat. In the next second, the rest of the team understood. Clint whistled loudly, and Tony laughed. Bruce blushed and pretended to pay attention to his boots while Bucky giggled at Steve's embarrassed expression.

"Forgive me, I'm not following the reason for the humor in this conversation." Vision commented then.

"Don’t you dare." Wanda warned when he saw Pietro raise his hand to tell Vis what was being said, and the boy laughed before ducking.

Vision watched the interaction with confusion, but it was Tony who threw his arm around him.

"They had sex, champion." Tony announced, making you grunt in embarrassment. "I can't wait for Nat to know, she owes me fifteen bucks”.

“What?” Wanda asks, confused.

"Ah, it's just that before you arrived, the golden eyes there were always talking about you." Tony counts with irony. "How much she loved and missed a certain little witch and her inconvenient brother. So we made a bet that you two would work it out. I said it would happen before you went back to Sokovia, but Natasha thought Y/N was slower and would just work it out after we’re done with Ultron."

"Thanks for the faith, Tony." You mumble awkwardly, adjusting your posture. "Now if you don't mind, can you stop talking about my life?"

The team laughs but the comments about you and Wanda stops. Until you reach Sokovia, you spend your time playing with Wanda fingers as you both lay against each other's shoulders while listening to whenever small talk the Avengers build up.

Things get tense once you reach the country.

Steve signals that you arrive and starts moving around to get read for the jet to land.

You only let go of Wanda’s hand to put your suit on and once you’re done, she’s right in front of you, smiling tenderly as she puts a jacket on.

“Are you good?” She asks.

“Yes. You?”

“Yeah.” She aswerns as she moves forward to kiss you firmly on the mouth. It relaxes your body completely, and you keep your hands on top of hers that are on your face until you break the kiss.

You wish you could care about the teasing looks the team cast to you too, but all you see is Wanda.

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You sat down quickly on the ground, your body against a wall, while trying to get your breathing back to normal.

Wanda was using her powers to get civilians out of their homes, and well, it took some of her magical attention away from you.

It didn't take long for you to be able to detect all the biological life around you again, meters and meters away, quickly feeling overwhelmed.

"How are we?" Steve asked over the communicator, probably already advancing with the rest of the team towards the former Hydra base. You looked up at the sky to get a quick glimpse of Tony flying in his suit before he vanished away.

"All right around here, Captain." Clint responded first followed by the rest of the team.

Your hesitation made Steve specifically call you, but before you could say anything, Wanda was kneeling beside you, one hand on your shoulder and the other on her communicator.

"We are good." She responded before turning her attention to you completely. You felt her magic envelop you quickly, your body relaxing. "How do you feel, dear?"

"Better now." You respond with a smile. "Thanks."

As she helped you to your feet, you noticed her worried expression, and placed a hand on her cheek.

"I'm fine Wanda, I promise."

"Just don't push too far, okay?" She asks. "You can go back to the jet whenever you want."

"I'll be okay, Wanda." You mumble. "Let's get this over with so we can go back to bed." You teases with a mischievous smile, stealing a kiss before walking away, giving her a wink before heading towards the rest of the civilians.

Ultron had better plans than this.

“We need to get everyone out of here immediately.” Tony told through the communicator. “A vibranium bomb. We don’t have time.”

“Working on it, iron boss.” You mock as you helped another family move out of their home. Just like, Pietro had already headed to police stations and hospitals to remove people from there. There was a large crowd of inhabitants heading out of town, but there were still many more.

Peace ended quickly.

Ultron activated the robot army, and they literally began to sprout from the ground.

"Bucky, we're going to need support here pal." Steve warned through the communicator while you were drawing your pistol to prevent one of the robots from advancing on you.

"On my way, cap." The soldier warned. "Just don't tell my therapist."

You and the team laughed lightly as you fought. The whole thing getting bigger and bigger every minute.

Wanda covered for you while you guided people out, but it was becoming untenable.

So, as soon as she tore apart the small group of Ultron’s army that was surrounding you two, you called her.

"You can't keep babysitting me , this is getting too bad." You warned, your voice almost muffled by the length of the fight. The robots flying above you, and Thor and Vision facing them in the sky.

"I won't leave you." She insisted seriously and you swallowed hard.

"Wanda..."

“End of discussion.”

“You are cute and all, it's just that we have a situation here. Mind getting back into the fight?" Natasha's voice interrupted the moment over the radio, sounding amused and teasing. You sighed with relief when you realized she was okay, and you exchanged one last look with Wanda before going back to fighting. “By the way, Tony said I lost the bet.”

“Please don’t bring this back.” You ask Natasha, that just laughs before hanging off, not without teasing you about being proud of you for making a move.

The ground shook beneath your feet, making it difficult for you to keep your balance.

"Guys, what's going on?" You asked through the communicator.

Sokovia is going for a ride.

Friday tells the whole team. You gasp in surprise, looking around.

The ground is breaking apart, and the city is rising into the air. You don't need your powers to know that not all buildings are empty. The debris will end up hurting someone.

And even with all that, the advances of Ultron's army get even worse.

You barely have time to duck before Wanda rips apart a robot that attacked you.

Clint catches up with you two the next second.

"We need to regroup, Tony needs us back there." He warns you. You frown.

"Not a chance, there are civilians all over the place." You say, moving quickly to fire at the machines that have appeared behind you.

"Well, we need the offensive back at the church." He counters. "That's where the bomb is."

"You two go then." You say when you finish shooting. Wanda, who has just destroyed three machines at once, turns to you in indignation.

"No."

But you don't look at her, you look at the blue flash figure approaching.

“Hey Peete, do you mind?” You shouted to him as he stopped next to you two. He nods at you before picking Wanda up, who has no time to complain. He teases Clint "Keep up, old man." before disappearing at high speed, making you laugh.

Clint looks at you.

“Are you sure?”

"It's my job to protect them.”

“The Maximoff or the civilians?” He mocks, making you roll your eyes.

“Go, Barton.”

It doesn't take long for your biological detection to come back.

You think you're going to pass out. But you take a deep breath, and stumble among cars and wrecking machines.

Calm down. You remember Wanda's soft voice in the glass room. The feel of her fingers on your skin. Calm down, I'm here. You can do this.

"I can do this." You mutter to yourself, trying to keep your balance.

You find a horde around the corner, almost close enough to a group of civilians coming out of the municipal hospital.

Ignoring the feeling of being overwhelmed at being able to feel the fear and despair of those people, you advance with the pistol in your hand.

The machines were destroyed, but not by you.

"You took your time, Barnes." You tease with a wry smile, rushing to help the civilians, feeling their superficial wounds before helping them. Bucky smiles and shrugs, a rifle in his hand as he gives you cover to help the population.

"Two minutes out here and I'm already missing my retirement." He comments as he fires, making you laugh, a bit breathless due your powers. Bucky notices right the way. "Are you all right?"

"I'm just considering retiring too after here." You retort by standing up again, helping the little girl who had bruises on her forehead to join the rest of the family. She smiles in thanks, but you're already walking away again, your head pounding from how many people you can feel at once.

You stumble around the rubble to the front of the municipal hospital. Ignoring the memories you have of the whole neighborhood, you try to focus on some group.

"Y/N, I think there are kids coming out of that corner!" Bucky unnecessarily warns you because you've already felt them.

You recognize Church clothes that the adults leading the group wear. They are coming from the Orphanage where you grew up.

You run to catch up to them, and it's the first time you've really noticed Ultron's cruelty. It's a horde that arises, and they notice you right away. The machine in front follows your gaze to the small group, and it has a chance to shoot only you, but it turns its mechanical hand, and aims directly at the kids.

You widen your eyes, feeling your heart race.

"NO!"

Something explodes in your chest. Everything turns golden before returning to normal color. You can’t see the golden wave that reaches the group because there’s a pain in the back of your head that makes you close your eyes tightly.

The robot fired, but if it weren't for the gunshot marks on the robes, no one would know as none of the civilians had any injury. The kids were wide-eyed, and you fell to your knees.

Bucky shot the machines before looking at you in amazement.

"How did you do that? They were practically a street away." He asked in shock, watching the nuns guide the kids to cover quickly, just as in shock as he was. Your lack of response alarmed him and he turned to face you quickly, touching your shoulder. "Y/N, you're bleeding..."

"I know." You grunt weakly, taking a deep breath as you lean on Bucky to get up. "Let 's keep going."

You wiped the blood running from your nose with your hand, but ignored the wet sensation in your ears. Bucky hesitated.

"No, you're not okay." He insisted. "Let's go back..."

"Let go of me, Bucky." You exclaimed angrily, pulling his hands away. "I heal, don't I? I'll be fine. Let's keep going."

"Y/N..."

But you are already walking. You can feel all the injured, and you need to keep going.

You help at least two more groups to shelter, until you're resting your hands on your knees and trying to stay on your foot.

You see your blood dripping to the ground, and you hear Bucky's footsteps approaching, so you wipe your face quickly while disguising the way your head is spinning.

"This isn't working Y/N." He says as he looks around at the wreckage. "These things seem to grow out of the ground, and there's no end to them. The city is too high right now and these people have nowhere to go."

You were going to agree with him, but something in the sky caught your eye.

"I think that's their ride." You say while pointing straight ahead.

It's a gigantic ship, flowing alongside the city. You and Bucky exchange a look, before he uses the communicator to confirm that this was a good thing.

With Shield providing shelter for civilians, you started running to help evacuate people from the floating capital of Sokovia.

Your head was spinning, and your feet were about to give up, but you forced yourself to continue.

Your body is shaking when you turn to help a boy who cut his leg.

"Ty angel, devochka? (are you an angel, lady?)" He asks, scared when you heal him and you give a weak laugh.

"Net, ya Avenger. (no, I’m an Avenger.)"

The wound isn't that big, but it's enough to rob the air of your lungs. Bucky guides the boy with the rest of the group back to the ship, and you can barely stand, your stomach turning.

You force yourself to get up. Just a bit longer.

Lifting your hand to your ear, you call out to Wanda while leaning on the car beside you so you don't fall to the ground.

"Wands?" You say wait for her to respond. She sounds worried when she says your name, but you just sigh. "Babe, when this is over, I'm taking you out on a date. Like the cliches we've never done before, okay?"

"Why are you talking like this?" She asked, scared. You can hear the background noises, the way she was probably keeping the bomb safe but facing Ultron's army. "Where are you?"

"I think we should try Disneyland too. Americans seem to love that." You continue as you begin to walk again. One hand on the tech inside your ear and the other in the wound in your belly, formed while you faced the last horde of robots, not healing anymore. "You would like a candlelight date with wine and music, wouldn’t you?"

"Please tell me where you are, I'll come to you." She begs through the radio and you smile before hanging up.

You saw Clint run further to the town.

You take a deep breath, rushing to catch up. You also see the jet Ultron stole rounding the city towards them, the rifles outside ready to aim.

That's why Clint ran there, to save one of the civilians left behind, you notice as you see the little boy on your friend's arm.

You try to do what you did before. Project your healing magic to them to keep them protected, but as you lift your hands to do that, all you feel is a sharp twinge in the middle of your chest and you almost fall to the ground.

Fine, I'll heal them myself. You think impatiently as you ignore your own limit and run.

You are almost there. But so is Ultron. If you stay up front, you think you can protect Clint and the civilian, you'd heal later, no problem.

“I’m gonna win.”

You widen your eyes in surprise when Pietro whispers in your ear, disappearing in his speed the next moment.

No. Don't do this.

You feel the shots before you hear them. You feel it through Pietro's body, who stepped forward to protect Clint.

You throw yourself forward, desperate.

You reach Pietro the second his heart stops beating.

"Piete?" You call to him as he falls into your lap. You can feel the air disappearing from his lungs, life fading away "Hey buddy, don't do that. Pietro! Please..."

You bury your face in his chest, trying to hear something. Anything. You press your hands against his chest next, then his face.

"Don't die on me, Pietro." You beg with a sob. You force your magic in despair. No matter how much it hurts, Pietro cannot die. He just can't.

You can only remember the skinny little boy running with you in your childhood. Laughing with you on the roof. Teaching you to fight.

Your tears mix up with your blood.

"Captain, we have a problem." Clint announces at your side.

No.

I'm not giving up.

You grunt in pain as you press your hands hard on Pietro's chest, your veins popping with a golden light. You're not dying on me.

Something starts to pulse in your head. Loud enough to completely disorient you. Your eyes are heavy, and you choke on your own blood coming out of your mouth.

You smile because you can feel the air returning to your friend's lungs at the same rate as it leaves yours.

When Pietro breathes again, your eyes close.

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Attraction and Reaction - Wanda Maximoff x Dom!Reader - Part 2

Prompt based “ WandaXReader where they're always arguing and being sarcastic to eachother but it's just sexual tension. Maybe smth with the lines "why are u laghing did I tell a joke?" "why don't u look inside my head and find out". I think it would be pretty cool. It doesn't have to be smutt though, only If u fell like it (also a dom!reader would be nice)" > Link for part One

Notes: Some people asked me to write a part 2 of this one, and i took me a while but I finally did it. Nobody specified whether they wanted part two for the smut or for the story so I put a little of both.

Warnings>  18+, Smut, language, mentions of past abuse.

Words:  6.243 (Complete)

Marks (I keep forgetting to put this but hope people don’t hate me haha) > @mionemymind​ @wandamaximoffpuppy​

AO3 (Complete / Two Parts)

Maybe you guys had been in the room for a long time.

But you didn't care about the time as you had Wanda riding on your face, and you were licking and sucking her, while she moaned loudly with her mouth open as she forced her hips down and held on to the headboard.

- Fuck! Right there. - She said breathlessly - Don't stop.

A few strokes later and she came apart in your mouth, for the fourth time in a row. The taste only seemed to get better.

And then she was throwing herself on the bed trying to normalize her breathing, and you leaned over to rest your head on her belly while your fingers trailed up her thigh.

But a knock at the door caught your attention next.

- Wanda, is everything all right? - That was Bucky on the other end. - I made dinner, I was wondering if you would like some.

- No, Bucky, thank you. - Wanda shouted back a moment later, disguising her current state well. You let out a giggle, and ran your fingers down her skin, penetrating her pussy afterwards, and she bit back a sigh.

- That's fine. Do you know where Y/N is? I haven't seen her since this morning, and she's not in her room. - He then said and you chuckled softly, as Wanda held back a moan at having you inside her.

- No. - She answered half breathlessly, and forced herself to sound less affected in the next sentence. - I have no idea.

But then you began to rotate your finger against her clit and she sank her face into the bed, gasping for breath. It took a moment, then Bucky spoke again.

- You guys are fucking, aren't you?

- Trying to! - you retorted impatiently, beginning to kiss Wanda's skin.

You can hear Bucky let out a chuckle before his footsteps move away. But your attention was focused on Wanda, coming on your fingers again.

- Fuck. - She mumbled breathlessly, running her hands through her hair. - I don't think I can go on. - She commented with a smile, her gaze lazing on you.

You smiled as you lifted your face to meet hers, and kissed her slowly and sensually, but she really looked tired, even though her hips moved toward you.

- Get some sleep, dear. - You whispered to her, trying not to be startled by how easily the nickname slipped out of your mouth. Wanda smiled, closing her eyes. When her breathing became deep, you pulled back the blankets to cover her naked body, then stood up.

You picked up your clothes from the floor, and when you finished dressing, you left the room.

Bucky was reading something when you entered the room, and you went around the counter to get some coffee.

- Sorry for getting in the way of your conflict resolution. - He said ironically, his eyes still on the paper. You giggled.

- No problem, Barnes. - You replied before taking a sip of coffee.

You walked over to the couch where Bucky was sitting and looked curiously at the papers on the table as you sat down in the armchair next to him.

- What are you working on anyway? - you asked, crossing your legs. Bucky let out a sigh.

- On you guys, actually. - He said, and you frowned in confusion. But he didn't look angry, just busy. - Steve worries that the team works as a whole. He asked me to study your training results and try to find a way to solve your problems.

- I think that's been taken care of. - You sneer, but Bucky keeps a serious expression.

- Sex doesn't solve your problems. - He says and you blink in surprise. - It's just an escape valve.

You laugh ruefully, putting your coffee cup on the table.

- What are you talking about? Wanda and I just needed to vent our anger somehow. There is nothing to work out.

Bucky shook his head in denial, placing the pages he had in his hand on the table.

- Look, do you remember how it used to be with me and Sam? - He asked, and you rolled your eyes, nodding in agreement.

- We're not like....

- Listen first. - he asked with a smile, and you sighed, nodding. - Sam and I used to fight because we couldn't accept the nature of our relationship. - He explains. - And we both looked up to Steve and wanted him to be proud of us. And then we would fight to see who got his attention.

- That's very gay. - You comment humorously and Bucky chuckles lightly before continuing.

- The relevant thing is that when Sam and I first started having sex, we weren't communicating. - He says and you blink in surprise. - Angry sex is no substitute for conversation. It took a while, but we managed to talk about how we really felt, and now we are doing just fine. 

You sighed thoughtfully, leaning your back against the chair as you entwined your hands in your lap.

- I don't know what to tell you, comrade. - You say. - I have no quarrel with Wanda. We're fine. 

Bucky looked at you for a few seconds, and then shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his papers. You began to think that you were repeating that things were fine for yourself and not for him.

//-//

Everything was fine.

The day after the events of the past morning and afternoon, you only met Wanda over breakfast. She smiled and waved you good morning, and you did the same.

And when you two got up to leave the dishes in the sink, she enjoyed being put on the countertop while you stayed on your knees with your head between her legs. Or at least you understood that she did, when she came in your mouth and moaned your name.

Everything was fine. Until it wasn't.

Bucky requested another therapy session with you two, and at the moment you were sitting in an armchair facing Wanda in an empty room, waiting for the soldier.

You were trying not to let your mind wander to the image of the redhead squirming with pleasure beneath you as you looked at her but you were failing miserably.

You cleared your throat, looking away and then Bucky entered, apologizing for the delay and saying that the rest of the team should be back in the tower soon.

- Can we try talking today, girls? - He said as he sat down, and you crossed your arms, shrugging. Wanda twiddled her fingers slightly. - I'd like to try the questions again.

You and Wanda exchanged a look before nodding, and Bucky smiled, pulling his small notepad from his pocket and reading briefly before speaking.

- Y/N let's start with you today. - He says. - Can you tell me something you like about Wanda?

You bite your lip.

- The way she moans my name.

Bucky blinks in surprise and discomfort but lets out a giggle, Wanda blushes softly looking away.

- Great, we've gone from immense hatred to unrestrained horniness. - He wryly chuckles. - Please girls, let's try to make this work.

You let out a sigh, getting thoughtful for a moment. 

- All right, Bucky. - You say. - I... I like how caring Wanda always is.

Wanda blinks in surprise, and Bucky looks happy. 

- That's nice. - He comments with a smile. - And you Wanda, can you tell us what you like about Y/N?

Wanda looks at you for a moment, and then looks away from you to Bucky.

- I like how protective she is of everyone here. - She confesses and you look at her attentively. - Even with me, and even when we are fighting, when we are in the field, she cares about everyone.

You swallow dryly as you look away from Wanda, wanting to ignore the feeling in your stomach.

- That's great, girls. - Bucky comments and you almost forget that he was there. - I would like to ask how this conflict started.

And then you shift uncomfortably in your chair. Because you remember it so well. Clearing your throat, you stand up.

- I don't want to do this anymore. - You say, looking at Bucky, who looks very surprised. He closes his notepad, but before he can say anything, Wanda says.

- So you're just going to run away again?

- Yeah, Wanda, I'm just going to run away. - You retort angrily as you move your feet out of the room, slamming the door on your way out.

//-//

You had been training for a few hours, your muscles ached and your body begged for a rest, but you kept punching the bag in front of you.

- Someone is angry. - sneered Natasha as you entered the gym. You blinked in surprise.

- I didn't know you were back. - You retorted without stopping your punching.

And then Natasha was climbing onto the mat, smiling at you.

- A little bird told me that you resolved your conflicts in the best possible way. - She teased, coming closer and tapping your fists to make you stop. You sighed breathlessly, your body reacting immediately to the lack of movement.

- I don't want to talk about it. - You retorted as you took off your boxing gloves, and walked away. 

- I figured as much. - She said, following you around the gym as you left the ring and looked for a bottle of water. - But you need it, so we''ll talk.

You let out an impatient grumble, and then Nat was touching your shoulder and you turned away abruptly.

- No. - You warned with clenched fists, but Nat was not intimidated.

- I know what happened to you. - She said and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to control the boiling anger rising in your chest. - I know because I saw the red room when she was in my head. But you have to understand that Wanda is on our side now and…

- I know that! - you retorted angrily. - I know that she's just a victim in this whole thing, okay? I just... I don't... - You paused, trying to normalize your breathing, and control your tears. - I haven't seen my family in twenty years. And I don't think about them, I can't remember their faces. I wasn't ready to see them that day, and I can hardly breathe when I remember. I just need time.

- You can't take out on Wanda the anger you had for them. - Nat replies seriously, and you sigh, sitting down on the bench next to you, your face buried in your hands.

- I know. - You say. - I just... God, she is probably the only person who knows everything. I wasn't ready to tell anyone, or deal with it alone, and she just came in and she just knows everything.

Nat sat down next to you and put her hand on your thigh.

- You need to talk to someone about this. - She said. - Not with me, not with Wanda. With a professional who can help you.

You nod, squeezing her hand. 

- I know. - You say with a sad smile. - I will, I just... It all seems so recent.

- You've been burying your traumas pretty well, that's all. - She jokes, and you laugh weakly.

You stood for a moment in silence before standing up. Nat let go of your hand to give your shoulder a squeeze before she left the gym. You sighed, deciding that you should call that contact Sam had told you about.

//-//

When you returned to your room, you had an appointment. You went into the shower, and took too long, trying to calm your nerves under the hot water. 

And then you were startled to get out and find Wanda waiting for you.

- I want to talk to you. - She declared as soon as you came out of the bathroom, sitting on your bed.

You let out a sigh, moving toward your closet. You didn't mind being naked in front of Wanda, it was nothing she hadn't seen before. And then you threw the towel on the bed and put on a loose T-shirt.

- You can talk. - You retorted, turning to her, and bit your lip when you noticed Wanda's gaze and flushed cheeks. - Earth to Wanda? 

Wanda grumbled at your teasing and looked away, you smiled as you picked up the towel from the bed to take it to dry off.

- I don't know what's bothering you. - She says after a moment, and you swallow the discomfort in the pit of your stomach. - But I've talked to Bucky, and he doesn't think it's healthy for us to continue with, well, whatever it is, before you can talk about your feelings.

You hang up your towel and then turn to Wanda with an impassive face.

- Okay, then. Good night. - You tell her sharply, and Wanda blinks in confusion.

- That's all you're going to say? - she asks incredulously, and you let out a dry laugh.

- You're the one who came here to say that you don't want us to happen anymore. 

- I didn't say that.

- What difference does it make? - You retort. - It's not going anywhere anyway.

Your statement leaves your mouth bitter, and Wanda stares at you for a long second before turning and leaving the room. You feel your body boil with anger, but you're tired. So you just throw yourself on the bed and hope to sleep soon.

//-//

Your fights with Wanda stop, mostly because you just don't talk to each other anymore. But Bucky seems to accept this as progress, and releases you from the sessions. And then you are seeing the psychologist that Sam recommended, and things are getting better for you.

She asks about your family, and teaches you to control your anger attacks with breathing exercises and focus. It is enough for weeks, until you have to really face your memories as you use Tony's technology to remember what your parents did to you. Of how they gave you your abilities. 

It is suffocating, and painful, but you survive. And it feels good to breathe normally again. 

You want to ignore the feeling that there is something missing, mainly because you believed that once you were healing, you wouldn't think about Wanda anymore. But now that the anger is gone, you just miss her.

Many weeks after your discussion, you are in the Caribbean, trying to investigate an abandoned Hydra base, and you have Wanda as an exploration partner.

- Did you find anything? - you asked as you two walked together into yet another empty room of an abandoned compound. Wanda was going through some drawers, going through their contents.

- Nothing that Tony hasn't already hacked. - She said, and then you turned around when you heard a noise at the door behind you. Raising your pistol in the direction of the sound, you let out an exclamation of surprise when the door suddenly opened, and a man jumped at you. Clearly a soldier, judging by his clothing. You fought back his blows, and were ready to fight, but Wanda simply used her magic to throw him across the room and he blacked out. You looked at her, and she shrugged. - Sorry, did I step on your moment?

- That sentence is mine. - You heard Natasha's voice interrupt, probably joining you as soon as she heard the sound of conflict. You shook your head, laughing lightly as you stood up. - I'm taking our friend in for interrogation, so finish up here. - She said before dragging the man across the room and out. You were dusting off your clothes as you walked toward Wanda.

- Since we can't find anything around here, I guess we can go. - You grumble, and then let out an exclamation of discomfort, which attracts the attention of Wanda, who raises her eyes in your direction.

- Are you all right? - She asked, coming closer and raising her hands to where you were pressing yours, above your shoulder.

- Yes. - You retorted with mild surprise at her concern. - It was just the impact. 

You watched as Wanda's eyes ran quickly to your mouth, and you felt your heart race in anticipation. 

- Okay, then. - She grumbled, lowering her hands and placing them behind her back, looking everywhere but at you. You bit your lip, bringing your bodies closer together, as Wanda attempted to move away, but slammed her back against a cabinet, and let out a gasp.

- Are you nervous? - you ask quietly as you approach, watching Wanda's chest rise and fall out of rhythm. - I just want to thank you for helping me in the fight. - You whisper as you lift a finger to caress her cheek, Wanda holds her breath. Then you let your mouth come up to her ear. - Thank you, Wanda. You've been a good girl.

Wanda closes her eyes tightly, and her hips thrust forward. You smile smugly, as you turn your face to kiss her deeply. She moans against your tongue, and you push your body against her, pressing her into the cabinets.

Your hands move down her thighs, and as you kiss her hard, you push up the fabric of her skirt, and let your fingers run over her skin.  When you push the fabric of her panties aside and penetrate her, she breaks the kiss with a loud moan, and you sigh as you feel her all wet.

- Wanda, you're dripping, baby. - You whisper against her lips as you move your fingers across her swollen clitoris. - How long have you been waiting for me to touch you?

Wanda whimpers, burying her head in your neck. You swallow dryly, trying not to be carried away by the feeling of having her so hot, and concentrate on keeping the movements steady. And then you pull out of her only to insert another finger, and she bites your shoulder.

She is making delicious sounds as her hips push against your fingers, and you want to kiss her again, so you use your free hand to hold her neck and make her look at you. Wanda gasps in surprise, but matches your tongue in her mouth, moaning against you.

A moment later, she begins to quiver in spasms against you, whimpering as she tries to stand upright. You take your hand from her neck to hold her waist and keep her steady as you increase the speed of your fingers, and then Wanda comes, a loud moan with her mouth open as she digs her nails into your arm.

- What the hell is taking you guys so long? - You hear Steve's question on your communicator, and let out an impatient grumble. 

- We're coming. - You say raising your hand to the device in your ear and look at Wanda trying to normalize her breathing. - Wanda already did actually.

Wanda slaps your arm as you laugh lightly, but Steve doesn't seem to understand. And then you are hurrying out of the room. You like it when she kisses you deeply on the stairs, before you join the team.

//-//

When you all return home, Steve requests a meeting with you. After showering and putting on comfortable clothes, you go to the room where he is waiting.

- Hey, Y/N, what's up? - he asks, sitting in one of the chairs. You smile, nodding.

- Why did you want to talk to me? - You ask, and he lets out a chuckle at your impatience.

- I'd like to know how your appointments have been. - he says after a moment. - You have shown progress in your training. And it's been over two months since you've had any anger episodes.

You shift the weight on your feet, slightly embarrassed.

- It's all right, I guess. - You say. - I've learned to deal with things in a healthier way.

- I'm glad to hear that. - He smiles, and then he hesitates for the next second. - And how is your relationship with Wanda?

- We don't have a relationship. - You retorted snidely, your heart racing slightly. But Steve let out a little laugh.

- Bucky told me that you two have found a way to resolve your conflicts. - He said, getting up. - And you two are not fighting anymore.

- That's what you wanted, isn't it? - You say impatiently and Steve frowns at your hostility. - I don't know what else you want us to do.

- What's going on anyway? - he asks tenderly. - You seem upset about something.

You let out a humorless laugh, running your hands through your hair.

- I am great! Fucking spectacular. - You retort impatiently.

- Y/N...

- Can I go now, Rogers? - You interrupt and he sighs, nodding, and you turn, quickly leaving the room.

As you are crossing the hallway, you bump into Wanda. She looks at you in surprise, ready to apologize, but then you are moving forward and kissing her hard.

Wanda sighs, responding as you press her to the wall. But you slow the kiss and let your foreheads rest against each other.

- I'm sorry. - You say breathlessly. - I can't keep doing this.

And then you pull away, and Wanda calls out to you as you walk away, trying to breathe. 

//-//

Wanda catches up with you outside. You are trying not to punch anything, while focusing on your breathing. 

- Why won't you talk to me? - she shouts as she reaches you. - Tell me what's going on.

You let out a dry laugh, and turn sharply and walk toward her.

- Do you want to know what is going on? Great! - you retort angrily. - This is all happening because of you!

Wanda has a confused expression when you stop in front of her. 

- If you had just stayed out of my head, I would be fine! - You accuse angrily, but don't let her interrupt. - And if you'd stayed out of my bed, I wouldn't be in love with you!

You sigh breathlessly as you sit on the floor, your face wet with tears. Wanda is in shock, and remains standing. You feel terrible.

- Damn it, Wanda, I'm sorry! - you mumble, wiping away your tears, trying to remember your breathing exercises. - It's not your fault what happened to me. I'm being an idiot.

- You are in love with me? - She repeats, staring straight ahead without moving. She seems to be talking more to herself than to you. You let out a humorless laugh.

- Yeah, I... I have been for a while actually. - You tell. - I guess I didn't want it to be true.

But then Wanda is kneeling beside you, and she looks at you with watery eyes. 

- You are a stubborn idiot. - She says, laughing lightly, and you frown. But then she moves in and kisses you on the mouth, and you think nothing more of it. When she separates your mouths, she's as breathless as you are. - We'll make it work, okay? I'm in love with you too.

You smile, and then you are hugging each other. It takes a moment for the rest of the team to get to you two.

- Does this mean we will now hear them having sex instead of fighting? - Tony comments wryly, and you watch as Wanda raises her fingers and casts magic at him that pushes him back slightly.

You laugh, letting your happiness replace your anger completely.

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