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spideytingley · 2 months
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my fic recs!
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marvel
peter parker
identity crisis by @heliads
bucky barnes
time after time (on-going series) by @intrepidacious
heal me, baby by @intrepidacious
first date, last night by @intrepidacious
little lion man by @wkemeup
these ties that bind by sweetascanbee on ao3
steve rogers
no other shade of blue by @barnesafterglow
love bites (series) by starfleetstgmgr on ao3
invisible string (series) by gracehateseggnog on ao3
pietro maximoff
hole in the wall by @sebsbarnes
realign by @astxrwar soulmate au
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percy jackson and the olympians
luke castellan
a place with you by @supercutszns
fighting chance by @supercutszns
rotten to the touch by @supercutszns
bleedin’ me dry by @atlabeth
i beg you (and you don’t understand) by @emiliehornby
daylight, part 2, part 3 by @tangledinlove
percy jackson
anti-curse by @kamaluhkhan
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dc
dick grayson
the moon will sing (on-going series) by minnieears on ao3
jason todd
window pains by @sanguineterrain
reflections of you by dizarys on ao3
romantics by @yourlocalcringydaydreamer
suds and buds (yeah, sure) (series) by sbambs on ao3
baby steps (on-going series) by @lightwing-s
she hates me (series) by minnieears on ao3
damian wayne
flowers (series) by stargazer_lily_1996 on ao3. soulmate au
tim drake
late night park walks by @lightwing-s
sleepless nights by starkk on ao3. soulmate au
who we are (on-going series) by minnieears on ao3
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the hunger games
finnick odair
our song and dance (on-going series) by @mrs-kmikaelson
one for the road by @libertyybellls
lover/fighter (on-going series) by aurabella on ao3 @bluemidnightmelody
cato
supernova (on-going series) by glossyybabie on ao3
it might kill me (on-going series) by frick6101719 on ao3
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grishaverse
kaz brekker
bejeweled by @reve-writes
dense by @reve-writes
nikolai lantsov
come on back to me by @atlabeth
bad luck by @atlabeth
nine long years (on-going series) by @ellewritesalright
enchanted by @in-my-feels-probably
a familiar melody by thehistoriangirl on ao3
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bridgerton
benedict bridgerton
drunk sketches by @delehosies
a lady’s guide to surviving the ton by @atlabeth
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ACOTAR
azriel
the green emotion by @utterlyazriel
love will unravel me (so please keep your hands held tight) by @utterlyazriel
daughter of autumn by @writingcroissant
nightlight (on-going series) by @azsazz
cassian
flames and embers by @hellodarling1357
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star wars
anakin skywalker
shifting gears by awritesthings1 on ao3
the handmaiden (on-going series) by rufflesandbows on ao3
my very soul (on-going series) by skywalkerog on ao3 @anakinskywalkerog
obi-wan kenobi
fleeting moments (series) by fitzfiles on ao3
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luvmattmurdock · 4 months
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perfect sense series masterlist; pietro maximoff
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pietro maximoff x stark!reader
“Keep reminding me that it ain’t a race, when my invisible streak turns onto the final straight”
word count; 8.6k (not complete)
main masterlist. taglist.
part 1 You laughed at him. “You really couldn't think of any other insult than ‘silly girl’?” He stared at you. If he wasn’t so obviously mad, you would’ve thought he was checking you out. 
part 2 "What is it supposed to be? Its purpose, I mean." "Ultron will be a program to promote world peace"
part 3 “Goodbye printsessa.” And he left with his superhuman speed, leaving a blue and silver aura.
part 4 You realised his piercing blue eyes were staring straight at you, which frustrated you even more because if he wasn’t so stupid maybe you could’ve banged him.
part 5 "Incredible," you said. "You're a stalker." He smiled. His smile was very pretty, and you found it especially pretty when he wasn't making fun of you.
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messedupfan · 24 days
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Chapter 14
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Summary: It's the new year! There's a new development in Reader and Wanda's friendship. Jean and Anna have a very important question for reader. And Rachel witnesses something special.
A/n: Hellllloooooo!! I hope y'all are having a good day. Anyone watch Love is Blind? Every season upsets me more than the last. Anyway, comment, like, reblog, and enjoy!
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By the time you stopped staying with Wanda, the pillow wall ceased to exist. The pair of you were comfortable enough to share the space together on the bed and not overthink it. At least that's what you told each other to be able to hold one another at night. On the Sunday that Vision was meant to come for the boys, he called Wanda early in the morning. You were confused and exhausted when you accidentally picked up the phone. Your eyes went wide when you realized that you answered the wrong phone. You quickly put it on mute and woke Wanda up. She had to put on a fake voice to try and match yours. It was a hilarious attempt and she had to hit you to get you to laugh quietly. You just climbed out of bed to use the restroom. 
When you came back, Wanda had her face in her hands. You rejoined her on the bed and she leaned against you once you were settled in. “Vision extended his trip. He said he'll pick them up next Sunday. Which, I'm okay with having them longer. Of course. I love them and I mean, they love you and Rachel so I'm sure that a part of them will be okay with it. But,” she shut her eyes and shook her head as you put your arm around her. “They're going to be so disappointed. I don't even know what I can say? What do you say to a kid when their dad would rather spend the holidays with his new family?” 
You frowned as you rubbed her arm. Even though you knew the question was rhetorical, you felt inclined to answer because you've been that kid before. “My mom wouldn't tell me. She wouldn't even make an excuse on his behalf. She would just distract me with so much fun that I wouldn't even know how long it was until I finally did see my dad.” 
“Do you think that will work?” She rubbed her finger under her nose. You laughed lightly as you shook your head. 
“No, definitely not. Those kids are too smart for that. But, I think I do know something that might work,” you began to remind her of the night before when the boys were bummed by the idea that they had to go with their father because they wanted to stay and have fun with Rachel. “Just say that you asked Vision to let you have the boys a little bit longer and he agreed to let them stay until school starts again.” 
And she took your advice, while you were in the shower, she went to the boys room and told them exactly what you suggested. They were so happy and they hugged her so tight she almost felt guilty lying to them. One of the hardest lessons she learned about being a parent was accepting that she did in fact have to lie to her children on occasion. She already had to tell them that she asked to have Christmas with them and they accepted that because Rachel was still in the hospital at the time and they knew their dad wouldn't take them to visit her. They were confused when they spent time with their dad's side of the family and he wasn't there but they had so much fun with their uncle Tony that it didn't matter. He chased them around and wrestled with them when Vision would have yelled at them for running and he would have punished them for playing around so much. 
The twins loved their dad but they didn't miss him. 
Wanda hosted a New Year’s Eve party that included her mom, the Starks, her brother and his family, plus her friends. You got to invite your friends, Steve and his partner Peggy, the new guy on the job site Thor, and Darcy. A girl you met on a dating app one time and the two of you decided to be friends after. It was rare for her to be in town because she is a political science major who is interning for doctor Jane Foster while she worked on getting her own doctorate. The internship had her traveling a lot. She brought Jane with her because she claimed that the woman was a shut-in. But with the way she almost instantly gravitated to Thor, you couldn't tell. 
You also invited Bucky, another work friend, and he brought a girl he'd started seeing a couple of months prior. A woman named Natasha. When she entered the house she appeared to be on edge. So did Wanda at first, you figured you'd have to ask her about it when you got the chance. After a bit, they both relaxed. 
Of course, Anna and Jean were in attendance as well. They kept wanting to tease you about co-hosting but with so many of your co-workers and your boss being there, they let it slide. You acted as a guest and the kids knew not to mention the living arrangement. 
“So, who are you kissing at midnight?” Darcy asks as she joins you outside on the patio. You needed a break from the party and it was a nice night despite the low temperature. “Me or the hostess?” She smirks then takes a sip from her blue disposable cup. 
You shake your head as you drink from your cup. “I’m not kissing anyone at midnight.” The kids were all in the boys room and you’d hate for them to run down the stairs and confuse them because you and Wanda kissed. They were already confused because one of the nights, Billy came running in from having a nightmare and caught you in the bed. Up until then, you and Wanda were telling them that you were sleeping on the couch. You got away with telling Billy that you also had a nightmare and he seemed to have bought the excuse as he climbed in and created space between you and Wanda so that he could snuggle with his mom. 
“Oh come on, that’s no fun,” Darcy nudges you. “Tell you what, I’ll kiss Agatha so you’ll have to kiss Wanda.” 
You narrow your eyes, “You just want to kiss Agatha.” 
She made a face as she laughed, “No, I just want you to kiss Wanda.”
“How much money is involved,” you ask, knowing the people that are inside. Darcy tries to deny that there’s a bet circulating around the party and eventually gives up. You look inside of the house through the windows on the doors and watch Wanda laugh as something her sister-in-law says. Things weren’t complicated with her but you were constantly afraid that they would become complicated. “I’m not kissing her so that you and whoever else is involved can win a bet.”
“Pietro was the one who started it so,” she takes another drink, “do you really want your boss to lose.” The look she gives you confirms your unspoken question of which side of the bet Pietro was on. You couldn’t believe that he bet that you would kiss his sister at midnight. You shake your head again and finish what’s left in your cup. 
“I need another drink,” you say as you get up from your seat and walk inside. Instead of refilling your cup, you toss it into the trash. Your eyes keep finding Wanda in the small crowd as you move about the gathering talking with the different people there. You liked getting to know Tony Stark but her laugh kept grabbing your attention. One of the times she catches your gaze and mouths a hello with a cute smile. You smile back and mouth, “Hey.” 
As it got closer to the countdown to midnight, you walked upstairs to check on the kids. All of them had made themselves comfortable either on a bed or on the floor. Luna and Rachel have taken the beds, the twins and Agatha’s son are on the floor. The tv was left playing a movie and you carefully turn it off since all of them are asleep. You put blankets over the three boys and tuck the girls into the beds a bit more. You don’t realize that Wanda is watching you until you look up to leave the room. You smile as you stand in the room of sleeping children and strategically step around them to avoid waking them up. 
You leave the door open a crack once you step out into the hallway, “I can move the girls out of the room in a little bit.” You whisper as you step closer to her. “I’m buzzed right now and would hate to drop any of them,” the truth is, you’d hate to wake any of them right now. 
Wanda looks at you with admiration as she continues to smile, “It’s okay. I think they’ll be fine for the night. I um, I actually wanted to warn you about something.” 
“There’s a bet on whether or not we’ll kiss tonight?” Wanda nods to confirm that’s what she was going to talk to you about. “What do you think about it?” 
She shrugs, “I think if we do, it wouldn’t be a big deal. It’s not like we haven’t before.” You nod. 
“But?” You anticipate. 
“But, I don’t want my brother to win,” she says mischievously. “Have you heard what side he’s on?” She asks and this might be the only time in your life that you don’t regret lying when you shake your head. The two of you walk down the stairs as you hear everyone counting down. 
“How are the kiddos?” Pietro asks as the countdown continues. 
“They’re all knocked out,” you inform him. He nods and is pulled in closer by his wife as they get to ten. You look around to find Jane and Thor gazing at one another, nine. Tony and his fiance, Pepper are holding each other close, eight. Agatha and Darcy each have an arm around each other's necks as they both face the television, seven. Mrs. Maximoff is sitting on the sofa with a big grin as she counts down, six. Howard is next to her with his head tilted back as he snores loudly and his wife Maria is next to him counting with a martini glass in her hand, five. Carol is kissing Val each second that is announced, four. Natasha is sitting on Bucky’s lap while he sits on the recliner with her arm around his neck and his around her waist, three.  Jean and Anna pull each other closer as they prepare to end the count down, two. That leaves you standing close to Wanda, one. 
“Happy New Year!” Everyone cheers as the countdown on the television concludes and they each exchange a kiss with their partners. You keep your hands yourself as you give Wanda an innocent chaste kiss on the lips. It’s quick, you’re not sure if anyone caught it. She smiles as she moves closer to her mom and kisses her on the cheek as she wishes her a happy new year. 
“Awe boo!” Darcy says as she digs for cash out of her pockets. The others that bet on you and Wanda sharing a kiss toss their money in the decorative bowl at the center of the coffee table. You wink at Wanda as Pietro shakes his head and puts money in the bowl. Wanda’s eyes widen ever so slightly before she continues to play dumb about the bet. The both of you fake being upset and make it clear that whatever is between the two of you is purely platonic. 
From the top of the stairs, Rachel hobbles back to Tommy and Billy’s room to hide the fact that she saw the whole thing. 
When Sunday comes back around, you get up early to get packed. School starts again on Monday so that meant you and Rachel didn’t need to stay with Wanda anymore. It sucks because you wish that you could have an excuse to be here longer but seeing as none of the kids will be in the house in the upcoming week, there isn’t a reason for you to stay. 
You hug the boys and thank them for being so helpful with Rachel as you say goodbye. They each give you a tight hug before running off to get ready for their dad to pick them up. Wanda called him early to confirm that he will be here for them in the afternoon. He sounded annoyed and convinced her to drop them off at his house since he was recovering from his trip. 
Wanda pulls you into a warm embrace to say goodbye for the time being. You’ve had to resist kissing her the entire week. You wished that you hadn’t done it on New Year’s Eve. She didn’t make it easy either. Too many times the two of you ended up too close to each other. Wanda was getting frustrated that you weren’t getting the signals that she wanted something more from you. 
When the pair of you pull back from this hug, you and Wanda hold eye contact for a moment. Both of you are considering leaning towards each other. That is, until Tommy and Billy start shouting at each other. Wanda sighs and steps out of your arms. “I’ll text you later,” you say as you grab your bag to take to the car. Rachel and her bags are already in your truck. 
You help your daughter out of the truck when you arrive at her mom's house and you only take one of her bags inside since you need to keep the rest at your apartment. Jean and Anna give you weird looks when you're inside and you're curious as to why but you don't question it. “I'll see you guys next Sunday,” you say as you're about to leave. 
“Hold on,” Anna says as she grabs your arm to stop you. “Can you um…” her words seem to fail her. 
“Do you mind staying for tea,” Jean finishes for her. You look between the two of them and notice that something is up with them. You fear that they're about to tell you that their marriage is over so you nod and allow Jean to drag you over to the living room. “So, we wanted to thank you for giving us some extra time to ourselves.” 
“Okay,” you drag out as you eye her carefully. “What's going on?” 
Jean gives you a nervous smile, “Just wait for the tea. Okay?” You nod and sit quietly. There's an awkward tension looming in the atmosphere. You were worried about what they're going to tell you and they are nervous to ask you something very important to them. 
Anna comes in with a tray of three steaming mugs a few minutes later. “You haven't asked them yet, right?” Jean shakes her head as she waits for her wife to get settled. You accept your cup of tea with a close mouth smile and nod. 
“Okay,” Jean starts as she sets her mug down. “Anna and I were wondering if you'd consider making another baby,” you’re about to laugh considering you just went through a break up, “with me?” She concludes. You spit your tea out at the absurd question. “I should have waited for you to swallow,” Jean says as she gets up to grab a dish towel to clean up the mess but Anna pulls her back down. 
“Are you crazy?” You ask as you set the tea back onto the tray. “You tell me that you can barely afford Rachel and you want to add a newborn to your expenses?” You shout in a whisper. You don't want Rachel to get curious and walk in and get excited about having another sibling. 
“Listen, we talked about that. With the budgets the three of us have come up with-” 
“And the GoFundMe!” Anna chimes in. 
“Yes, and the GoFundMe that we set-up for the medical bills, I think we'll be able to get that covered. And it takes nine months to make the baby. Anna and I can get to a better place financially in nine months,” Jean explains. 
“Can you?” You nearly shout out loud. “Look, it's not just nine months of you growing a person. It's doctors appointments, it's prenatal vitamins, it's baby clothes and toys and furniture. We got rid of all that stuff a long time ago. It's not like you have hand-me-downs.” With your pointer finger, you tap the fingers on your other hand as you list the reasons. “Not to mention how expensive IVF can be.” 
Jean and Anna share a look, “We weren't thinking about doing this through IVF. It's safer and more cost efficient to go the more natural route.” Anna is the one to suggest this. 
You stick your neck out and slowly blink as you widen your eyes. You cannot believe what you're hearing. “You really just suggested that I fuck your wife?” 
“You don't have to be so crude about it,” Anna chides. “I plan on being present and it wouldn't be wrong for you to fornicate with my wife. It's purely for reproductive purposes.” You cringe at the medical terms she uses to describe the act she is asking of you. It makes you want to throw up. “I don't understand what is so difficult about it, you've done it with her before.” 
You slowly close your hands into fists, not because you intend to use them but because air was the only thing you could grasp without hurting yourself. “I was in love, we were in love. Rachel was created from love.” 
“And this baby would be too,” Jean argues. “We care deeply about each other, Y/n.” She tries to take one of your hands in hers but you recoil, disgusted by the touch you once found comforting. 
You shake your head, “That's not the same and you know it.” You take a few breaths to calm down before you get too worked up and as your mind clears from the shock, you are able to come up with a reasonable argument. “You two might be ready to have another kid, but I'm not ready. I can't take that on financially or even emotionally right now. Besides, there is so much that happens during their first few developing years that I wouldn't want to miss when passing them back and forth.” They share another look and you already know they've thought about a crazy solution to that. You're starting to think you should just leave. 
“Well, we were thinking that you don't have any parental rights to this one. So that we can have a kid that's ours full time. We really want a baby that we can raise together that's just ours and we chose you to help us with that.” You scowl at this, they're actually asking you to not be present in the life of a child that you're supposed to help bring into this world. You couldn't believe it. “If you think about it, we can't have kids on our own and I really want Rachel to have a sibling that comes from both of us. You've said it yourself, half siblings aren't the sa-” 
“Don’t even. I was a kid when I said that! I would never say that now. I love Kate,” you interrupt. “She is my sister.” 
“Okay, fine, whatever. You still felt that way at one point,” Jean snaps, annoyed by your lack of support. “You can go off and have as many kids as you want with whoever you want. We only have so much time to do this and we used to talk about having another kid.” Jean tries hard to convince you that this is a good idea but it only sounds more and more bizarre. 
“When we were together,” you remind her as if she was an idiot. At this point, you're starting to wonder. “Those plans disappeared the second we signed the divorce papers.” You look between the women that you have tried again and again to support and defend. When Jean introduced Anna to her parents, they weren't accepting of the relationship at all. It took you the better part of a year to get her parents to tolerate the relationship. They still held out hope that you and their daughter would reunite at some point. They knew a few couples that split up only to marry each other again a few years later. Then came the wedding last February, Jean's family didn't want to attend because they didn't want to believe it was happening. You made sure they came. 
Now here they are, asking more out of you. With what return? What do you get out of this other than a few traumatic nights and a child you won't be allowed to raise but know is part of you? Then you think about Rachel and how when she would play with her baby dolls, they weren't ever her children. They were her siblings. You've had many talks with her in the past about why she doesn't have any siblings and she has expressed how she doesn't want to be an only child. You put your face in your hands as you realize that she's already ten and she'll be eleven soon enough. You had thought your eight year age gap between you and Kate was pretty big, and when you thought about having kids you always saw yourself having kids with small age gaps. That was until you had Rachel at seventeen. 
“We're not expecting an answer now,” Jean finally says. “Just please, consider it before you say no.” 
You sigh as you can't believe that you're actually going to think this over. “Okay,” you rise and walk out of the house. You drive to the nearest liquor store, the one you met Wanda at and buy a couple of bottles of the vodka she had suggested. As soon as you got home, you drank until you passed out to forget about the asinine request. 
You overworked yourself all week, being the first one on site and the last one to leave. Someone needs to be focused on paying off those medical bills and not trying to rack up more of them. The work keeps you from thinking about what Jean and Anna asked. You couldn't believe that is a real idea they discussed and thought was okay to run by you. When you got home, you had a bottle of vodka with a side of instant noodles. 
On Friday, your coworkers, Bucky and Thor, ask that you join them on a night out and you accept. You invite Steve as well because Bucky took a liking to him but wasn't sure if he could invite the guy himself. You thought it was funny that he was being weird about it but you didn't catch how flustered he was when you informed him that Steve accepted the invite. Then Thor requested that you invite Darcy and her friend. He tried to play coy but you know that he really liked Jane. He was just the idiot that forgot to call her the next day. He claimed that he waited too long and now he needed your help. You didn't mind extending it, he was a decent guy from what you've gathered. 
A couple of hours later and  you're drunk enough to start spilling your guts. Starting with how much you miss Daisy before getting into the real problem. Jean and Anna's request. Shocking everyone at the booth. The guys all agree that you shouldn't do it but Darcy plays devil's advocate and says that she knows someone that could help at no cost at all because they owed her a favor. “It's not just the sex that's the problem, Darcy,” you try to explain. “I can't just pretend it's not my kid. If I were someone that didn't mind that kind of thing, sure, I'd do it. But I'm not that person, I would want involvement.” 
She puts her hand on your back and rubs soothing circles. It would be comforting if it wasn't her touch. You begin to yearn for Wanda’s touch again. You didn't realize how much you missed it. There is a loud group of people that are being disruptive and it puts you in a bad mood as you start to miss the Hub being your go to. You doubt Phil would let you step into that building ever again. 
“Anyone want more? I'll get the next round,” you stand up even though you barely can and Darcy takes notice as she quickly joins you. Buck and Steve have engrossed themselves in a separate conversation. Jane and Thor were practically eating each other's faces. She gave him the cold shoulder when she arrived but he was able to crash through her walls pretty quickly. 
While you wait at the bar for the drinks, someone falls against Darcy and she complains about her arm hurting. That triggers something protective in you and you grab the person to try and get them to apologize. They spit in your face and you shove them. Your friends are quick to escort you out of the bar before you get into something you'll regret. 
“Give me your phone,” Darcy says as she digs through your pockets. 
“Hey, that's my phone,” you try to grab it but you're really out of it. Bucky and Steve are both holding you up, they didn't realize that you had drank so much. They exchanged worried glances as they held onto you. Thor and Jane were busy trying to calm the person you pushed. 
Wanda’s week was quite uneventful. She worked quietly on the project she was assigned. With the spare time she has in her day, she worked on her passion project. The dream house she one day hoped to build on a land she's trying to buy now. She doesn't want to continue to be limited by this house. The house that's so full of nightmares. There were good memories here, like the boys learning how to crawl and eventually walk, but it wasn't enough to erase the negative energy that has embedded itself within the walls like black mold. 
She was planning on inviting her girls over on Friday but she really only wanted to be hanging out with you. Because of that feeling, she invited someone to sleep with instead. She needed to get you out of her head. You were starting to consume her every thought. Even when she worked on the plans for her dream house. Would Y/n like this much natural light if I add this wall of windows? Wouldn't they like a woodworking space, like my father had? Maybe Rachel needs a room… she dropped her pencil and scrapped the paper. She didn't need to be thinking about that. 
Wanda was kicking the girl, Jessica, that she had over when her phone started ringing. Her heart jumped at the goofy picture of you with the caller ID that you had set, covering her screen. “Hey you,” she greets as she shuts the door. “What's up?” 
“Wanda, keep it in your pants.” Wanda moves the phone from her face as she doesn't recognize the voice. It was still your contact information. “This is Darcy. We met last week,” she says with an urgency. This gets Wanda’s heart to race with worry. 
“What's wrong with Y/n? Why are you calling me from their phone?” She asks as she searches for her keys. Ready to be driving to the hospital. 
“They're fine for the most part. I think.” She goes quiet for a second. “Look, they're really wasted and I was wondering if you could pick them up?” Darcy asks nervously. “No stop! Hey! Y/n, don't do that! Steve, Bucky, get them!” Darcy shouts away from the phone but Wanda can hear everything she says. Wanda shakes her head. So far she hadn't known you to be the drunk type. She'd seen you have a few drinks and get a buzz but she hasn't seen you in such a state that your friends have had to parent you. 
Wanda sighs, “Text me the location. I'll be there as soon as I can.” 
“Okay, thank you,” Darcy sounds distracted. “Damnit, Y/n, why do you have a flask! Stop drinking!” Is the last thing Wanda hears before the call drops. She sits in her car for a few minutes before she receives the text of the location. It was a bar close to her house and she was there in no time at all. She doesn't even have to get out of the car to help you inside because Steve and Bucky shove you into the front seat. 
“Wanda!” You say happily as you realize whose car you've been dumped into. Your eyes are closed but you recognize the scent you had been wrapped up in for two weeks. “Where's Wanda? I want to say hi,” you mutter as you start to get sleepy. 
“Here's their phone,” Darcy says as she stands at Wanda's side of the car. “Don't let them call or text anyone. They're going through something with the ex and you have to make sure that they don't say something they'll regret.” 
Wanda is confused, “What happened between Y/n and Daisy?” 
“Oh no, honey,” Darcy smiles, “Not that ex. This is baby momma drama. You'll have to ask Y/n about that one in the morning. It's not my place to go into the details.” 
Wanda nods in acknowledgement. “Thank you for calling me. Does anyone else need a ride, I'd be happy to -” 
“Nope, we're good. Just focus on Y/n. Maybe try to get some water in them.” Darcy taps the car. “Good luck,” she waves as she rejoins the group on the sidewalk. Wanda drives you back to her house and helps get you inside. She didn't realize how heavy you could be when you're not holding your weight yourself. But she manages. 
“I’m sorry I drank too much, Wanda,” you mutter as you lean against her on the sofa. She was trying to get you to drink some water before she attempted to move you up the stairs. 
“That's okay, just drink this now,” she says as she puts the plastic cup against your lips. You take a sip and nearly spit it out as you show your disgust. 
“Poison,” you exclaim. “Gah, what is that? It's awful,” you say as you lean away from it. 
“It's water,” she leans closer to you. “Drink it!” She demands. 
You make a face and take the cup and chug the whole thing. “I think my body is rejecting it. I need to chase it down with something. Do you have any vodka?” You complain and Wanda shakes her head. 
“What did Jean do to you?” Wanda asks herself and you laugh maniacally when you catch her name. 
“She wants my baby,” you answer. And Wanda is concerned that there is going to be some sort of custody battle. She can't think of why there would be. Unless Jean has a better job opportunity somewhere else. 
“She can't take Rachel from you,” Wanda says as she gets up to refill the cup. 
“Not that baby!” You shout. “My other baby. Er. A new one. She wants a new one and she doesn't want me to have it.” Wanda relaxes a bit, still confused but at least it's not something that will necessarily disrupt Rachel’s life. She walks over and claims the cup of water is vodka. You drink it as if it was the first drink you’d ever had in your life. “That’s the good stuff right there, what’s that brand?” 
She is standing in front of you as she waits for you to finish the beverage. “I’ll tell you in the morning so that you don’t forget.” When you’re don’t she reaches for the cup and instead of handing it over, you grab her by the wrist and pull her to land on top of you. She tries to push herself up but you catch her lips in a sloppy kiss. “What are you doing?” She whispers as she pulls away. 
“Something I should have done a long time ago,” you reply. 
She shakes her head, “You’re drunk.” 
“So?” You ask as you try to kiss her again. This time she is able to slip out of your grasp. 
“So, this isn’t happening,” Wanda doesn’t go into how she’d be taking advantage of you since you’re so wasted and she hasn’t had a drop of alcohol all week. She doesn’t remind you of why you rejected her before or mention that she refuses to be a rebound for you. “Let's get you to bed,” she says as she lifts you up by your arm. You shake your head, disappointed by the rejection but comply. 
You're a little wobbly as you walk up the stairs. Wanda is closely behind you to ensure your safe ascent. You stop in front of her open bedroom door. Uncertain if she wants you to stay with her. But you decide that it's not her decision to make. So you move to the guest room. Wanda doesn't argue as she collects a bottle of painkillers and fills the cup again. She leaves the items on the nightstand beside you. You fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow. You snored softly and Wanda was surprised because you never snored during the time you stayed with her.
“I'll see you in the morning,” she says while she flips the light switch off and shuts the bedroom door. Wanda grabs the pillow that smells like you out of her closet and sets it on her bed before she gets in her pajamas. She crawls into bed and clutches the pillow to her chest as she inhales your scent in order to fall asleep.
Chapter 15
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Wanda & Pietro Maximoff in X-Men: the Animated Series, S4E17: “Family Ties” (1996)
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Family matters - Wanda x romanoff!Reader
Summary: You have a secret you don't want to tell anyone for fear of being too late. Will a certain little witch manage to let you in? And above all, your relationship with Natasha will always be the same?
Warnings: angst, mourning elaboration, guilt, use of magic, physical injuries, nightmares, robbery | 16+ DNI
A/N: Strangely, I wrote it with incredible speed. But I think I did a good job. Now it's your turn to judge
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The Compound is huge.
There's everything from a shooting range, to multiple break rooms, to some mega-equipped labs, not to mention bedrooms.
Obviously there are many, there will be many people who will have to sleep here.
Some more than others, those like you and the twins who have no one out there in the world will stay here.
Since you two girls were the last to arrive, you had to make do with the rooms. Luckily there were two rooms quite far from Pietro's, and after you sat through a discussion on why you go so far from his room you laughed enough accompanying the brunette to your respective two new rooms.
At least, your room also had another positive side. It was opposite Natasha's
This time it only took you a quarter of an hour to rearrange the things from out of the boxes, also because compared to the room in the tower this one is much bigger, and then yes Wanda was right, with magic it would have been faster.
Oddly it had been a whole day since you had seen anyone else but Wanda so you are surprised when you finally decide to leave the room and as you turn the corner into the kitchen you find Pietro, the last person you wanted to see, who was chatting with her sister while she was cooking something.
You weren't really angry with Pietro but he made you remember something you just wanted to forget so as quickly as you left the room you come back in tears, slamming the door and closing it.
In addition to the twins you hadn't noticed that there were also others present, all puzzled when you ran away.
Maybe only two people could tell what was going on with you, and those two were Wanda and Natasha. However, the redhead seemed not to be there at the moment, so whatever Wanda was cooking, she let go and ran after her, leaving everyone stunned.
You were sick,
why couldn't you save her?
Why did Pietro yes and she didn't?
These were the questions that kept running through your head as you circled the room choking on tears when you heard a knock on the door.
Wanda seeing that you had no intention of opening her decided to act. "Y/N, it's me Wanda, please open up" she tried to coax you softly, unfortunately you were stubborn and broken so you refused to even let your presence be known.
She then tried to open the doorknob with her magic but you apparently sensed what she was doing and were thwarting her.
She had no other choice, she sat on the floor with her back against the door and she thought about what to tell you. "You know I still have to thank you for saving Pietro's life. I don't know if I would have been able to go on without him. After our parents died it was just us two against the world, we protect each other."
You were still in a panic when she started to speak but the more she spoke the more she managed to calm you down, in the end you too put yourself on the floor against the door.
She heard you were on the other side of the door and she knew you were crying because she could hear small choked sobs, you were in pain and she couldn't understand why and it made her feel bad.
"Do you remember the other day, before leaving for Sokovia, when I told you that I had been there too? Well the last time I saw my parents alive I was 10 years old. -
- It was evening and my father came home, we didn't have much money it was barely enough to survive, he had a menial job, he sold dvds of American sitcoms"
"That night, they made me choose what to watch during the tv night, you know during those moments we couldn't speak Sokovian and we had to talk another language. That's how I learned English you know? I had my favorite episode, number 21 of the second season of 'The Dick Van Dyke Show' put on."
"All of a sudden as we were watching it dark. It was just a bomb exploded a few floors below us, and when I regained consciousness Pietro found me and we hid under the bed." now she too was starting to cry, less repressed than you remembering her last moments with her parents.
Despite sobbing she decided to keep talking to you, she had to make you feel better at all costs.
"Then a missile fell just a few feet away from us, on that missile was a name… Stark" she broke off trying not to think of her growing hatred in her heart for the man a few rooms away.
"We sat down there for two long days, hoping that bomb wouldn't go off. In fact it didn't go off, maybe the only good thing from that shitty day. We ended up in an orphanage until we were 18 and then abandoned on the street."
"Full of rage and reckless as teenagers we saw in Hydra a way to defend our country and take revenge. So we ended up as volunteers for Strucker's experiments and from there with our new powers we met all of you." she then concluded calming her sobs and wiping her tears on the sleeves of your hoodie.
Hearing those words, all the pain they exuded, all that anger. Maybe you could tell her your secret, something even Natasha doesn't know.
Your mind has been off limits to her ever since you ran into the room, so when new waves of pain pass through her, pain not hers, she knows you're moving.
When you finally unlock the door you let out a single word. "I had a sister" you almost whisper for fear of admitting what you fear most.
She sees you scared, she understands that it's not easy for you to say what you're saying so she closes you in a hug as you enter the room and closing the door with red tufts.
Don't worry, no one else will know if you don't want to.
Take a deep breath knowing it will be hard to talk from now on. "I had a sister, her name was Nora. She was my big sister, basically we've always been together since I was born." you look up, with a smile watered down by tears you tell Wanda the most beautiful part of your life.
"Always smiling, she never let life get her down, and when you had some problem, any one, she would help you to solve it."
"You know this necklace I'm wearing, this lightning bolt, she gave it to me for my 15th birthday. Since she had to go to college, I was worried that she would leave and forget about me, but she gave me this necklace and said 'So I can never forget my little sister'. I've been wearing it every single day since then, after all it said that as long as I wore it she would always remember me." you try to explain, holding the pendant hanging from your neck in your hands, sometimes with trembling sighs.
"She seemed like a really good sister" Wanda encourages you by making circles on your back. You nod without answering, too overwhelmed with held back tears.
At this point, seeing you already about to collapse, she makes you sit on the bed before sitting next to you, ready to take you when you can't take it anymore.
Do you wish to continue? You don't have to if you don't feel like it
You hear the words she says to you mentally, for a while you hesitate but then you understand that you have to tell someone, you can no longer maintain this weight.
"No, I have to do this, I have to tell someone" you shake your head as you wipe the tears from your cheeks.
"A few days before she left, we were walking down the street wandering through shops looking for the last things she needed to bring."
"We were talking on a sidewalk when a suspicious guy came around the corner running in the opposite direction to us, came up and almost he wouldn't knock me down if I didn't dodge him."
"The guy ended up in the middle of the road and almost got hit by a truck if - " you can't finish the sentence because you almost get out of breath
" - Nora hadn't jumped to save him by being run over in his place." you whisper weakly reaching the limit of endurance, you can't take it, you collapse in a pool of tears and moans.
Two arms wrap you in a desperate hug as soon as you start crying louder and the only moment they let go is when Wanda gets out of bed and sits on your lap to be closer to you. Not even she knows what she's doing, she usually wouldn't be so emotional but with you in this situation she just comes naturally.
You two stay in that embrace for a long time, you hide your weeping face in the crook of her neck as she continues to hold you close and gently stroking your back.
If someone would have entered, even if Wanda would not have allowed them, they would have seen two girls sitting on a bed embracing, while the one sitting was probably crying.
This is what would have been seen on the outside, while many conversations were going on inside
You feel bad. Why did you say that? Now surely Wanda will go away and she will leave you alone like everyone else does.
Hey hey hey I'm not going anywhere. I stay here with you. I'll hold you until you feel better alright? You don't have to answer, I got you, now you can let go.
All you could think or feel was Nora and that hurts, you miss your big sister very much and you feel responsible for her death.
After all, if you hadn't dodged the guy as hard as you could, you would have fallen and scratched yourself but now Nora would still be with you.
But strangely even though you were crying Wanda's warmth comforted you, she was quietly singing something to you, you don't understand what she's saying but you assume it's Sokovian and you let yourself be lulled by the sweet words as you vent all your two years of secrecy.
When the moans have subsided into little sobs it's night time and you're very tired but you really don't want Wanda to go away, you don't want to go over everything by yourself.
"Can you stay with me tonight? Please" are the first words you've said for hours and you're begging her with your eyes still shining. "Of course" she can't help but please you, also because she herself had no intention of leaving.
It's been a while since you two slept, for the second night in the same bed, and you were starting to fidget.
Wanda awakened by your movements turns to check on you before seeing red for a few moments and then black.
For the first time, you'd had a dream so violent it was projected into Wanda's head.
When she starts seeing again she's in an apartment, with a younger version of you and two older strangers. 'You forgot about it. You forgot about her!' she hears your desperate younger version referring to what she understood to be your parents.
'How could you forget about her. She is your daughter!' you look sadder, this makes Wanda's heart ache even more because she understands what's going on.
'She was your daughter. My big sister. Nora.' she sees you get down on your knees on the ground with your face in your hands and start crying and muttering.
'I want my big sis back...she forgot about me...she promised me' you repeat like a mantra swaying back and forth.
Wanda can see and feel all the pain you are in, you miss your sister, you feel responsible for her death and your parents are not helping.
Then a bigger and bigger red wave begins to spread out from you, she feels the great power in you fueled by the pain, and she knows what happens next.
You destroy the building, remain the only survivor and then Steve finds you.
When she emerges from your dream she inhales a breath of air to materialize what she had seen.
How much suffering you had experienced, you didn't have time to dispose of it because you had to become a superheroine, a bit like her and this helps her even better to understand how you are.
She knows you need to feel happy now that you're sleeping so when you turn and try to wrap yourself around her, she lets you do it, actually she starts cradling your head when you put it on her chest.
Then she makes a decision, she will make you have the most beautiful dream of her, then she puts her fingers on your temples and they start to glow red as she browses through your memories.
When she finds the only happy memory you have of these times she is surprised to understand that it is a moment with Natasha, surely you have a very strong bond.
She must be very attached to you, she seems to act like a mother only you don't understand it or don't want to admit it.
There is something in that moment that you like so much and then she decides to make you relive it several times at least until you can accumulate enough hours of sleep.
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When you wake up, you're still clinging to Wanda, and to your surprise she's still asleep.
You take the time to analyze her whole face, every detail of her. She's sleeping blissfully, and since you've known her you've never seen her so relaxed, she even seems happy.
She no longer wears the many rings that she usually wears, you think she took them off before you just don't remember when, and this gives you a better way to see her hands.
Analyzing, however, a strange sensation becomes more and more insistent, as if they were many butterflies fluttering in your belly.
When you lay back down to admire the ceiling, you accidentally wake Wanda with your movements.
"Hey" she still sleepy try to say hello
"Hey you. Thanks for staying". you give thanks as you think back on everything she has done for you.
"I would do it again. But I have to tell you something" she says, leaving you time to refuse, seeing that you remain impassive, she takes it as a yes.
"Tonight I saw how your parents died. Don't take it badly but they asked for it. But then I also saw something else, the relationship you have with Natasha is something special. Don't miss the chance to have a family again" she explains, attentive to your possible reaction, mainly you remain shocked but then something changes.
"Do you think I should talk to her? I like being with her, she reminds me of when I was little. I feel safe." you speculate thoughtfully, while you think about whether she'd better run to the bathroom.
Don't even think about it!!!!
"You should talk to her" at the end she says to you and you say "Later I will".
And so you both stare at the ceiling in silence for quite some time.
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This was four months ago.
Since then you still haven't found the courage to talk to her and you've reduced conversations with Natasha to a minimum, limiting yourself to the bare essentials only during missions.
Your relations with the rest of the team have also worsened, you hardly ever spoke to them and only if forced.
However, this does not apply to new team members, with whom you have formed a strong friendship.
You apologized to Pietro and even if initially he didn't understand why, when Wanda explained the situation to him in private, the young man understood everything. You didn't know Wanda had told him, but you honestly didn't care, you didn't have to pour your guilt feelings on him especially if he didn't know the cause.
Wanda on the other hand was your breath of fresh air, your happy little moment, she was the only one who saw you laugh or even just talk. You spent most of your time together either in her room or yours, very often falling asleep in each other's beds after a tiring day while watching something on television.
You've discovered that in addition to powers, you and Wanda also have many things in common, such as a boundless love of sitcoms and an exceptional cooking ability.
In fact, the only other environment in which you felt at ease was the kitchen only when Wanda was there with you, otherwise you would have been almost a mirage due to the speed with which you entered and exited.
In all these shared moments she (in four months) hasn't even brought up that whole issue once, because if you had to do something, the only one capable of putting an end to it was you.
With Pietro the story was complicated, initially you saw him when he left his sister's room just before you entered exchanging embarrassed glances.
Then slowly over the weeks those looks turned into brief exchanges of words and then into real conversations, involving Wanda every time too.
When you weren't spending time with the twins, you were either on some solo mission or working out in a deserted gym.
Once you all trained together and it ended badly, at least for Pietro. He ended up crashing into a wall while he was trying to dodge two attacks from us girls regardless of where he was running.
He came away with some broken bones, but thanks to the accelerated healing he recovered by the end of the day. From that day you decided that training in three was dangerous so you created shifts of two.
You haven't said more than three words to Natasha in four months and honestly she doesn't know why.
Everything should be fine right?
She doesn't know and that's why she has to force you to tell. Only that she will need a little help, or rather two little helps.
This is why she is now in the kitchen and there is no shadow of you, but she is not looking for you, she is looking for the twins and they are right there. "Hey guys, what are you up to?" she approaches the two Sokovians completely masking her intentions.
The two exchange a quick glance before Wanda speaks. "Let's cook" she replies bluntly continuing to stir a mixture.
The redhead nods thoughtfully, as if what they're doing really matters to her, and subtly expresses her intentions. "Have you seen Y/N?"
"Nope" promptly Pietro lies shamelessly covering up your true position. "It's not true! You two always know where she is. Basically you're always together" she complains then annoyed by their too much loyalty, it's not that she annoys her it's just that now she would like it to be less.
"She doesn't want to talk to you Romanoff" Pietro gets up from the counter and stands next to his sister.
To which Natasha sighs, they are such good friends for you. "I know guys, but I need your help. She has to tell me something but honestly she can't find the courage, I know she's always been shy" she admits, leaving the two dumbfounded, she knows you really well, they can be trusted then.
"Help with what?" Wanda asks, still a little wary.
They created a plan to lock you in a room with Natasha long enough for her to talk to you, and since you were returning from a mission with Vision (the humorless being) the first place you would go would be Wanda's room.
So while Wanda waits for you as planned on her bed, Natasha hides in her bathroom ready to go out when the door lock clicks.
You're tired, the mission went quite well but Vision is really boring, sure you understand many of the scientific things he says but it's not the right time and this bores you, maybe you even miss Tony's selfishly sarcastic jokes a little.
And above all you can't wait to hug your new best friend and hear something other than philosophical thoughts about human beings.
What you don't expect is that when you enter her already open room she's on her bed and looks at you scared. "Hey Y/N, I forgot something in the kitchen, I'll go get it for a moment and then come back, you can stay here" she says before being carried away by Pietro leaving you alone with his bluish trail.
You hear the lock click and then you see the redhead you don't expect come out of the bathroom and then you understand.
You are trapped
All the alarms start ringing in your head,
you don't want to tell
or you want?,
what if she doesn't want to?
Talk to her she wants it too
hear Wanda prompt you in your head and thank yourself for being as much a telepath as she is for having this amazing form of non-verbal communication. "Alright I'll tell her, but if it goes wrong I'll blame you" you scream making sure wherever she is she has heard you and you prepare yourself for the ordeal that awaits you.
" Что за проблема, моя малышка?" (What's the problem my child?) she asks you worried
"Ты хочешь говорить по-русски? Серьезно?" (Do you want to speak in Russian? Seriously?) you argue nervously about the situation you're in
"Вы сказали, что это для чрезвычайных ситуаций. И это чрезвычайная ситуация!" (You said it was for emergencies. And this is an emergency!) she takes your angry tone, totally changing the initial setting of the conversation.
"If I have to speak I prefer to do it in English. I'm too shocked to do it in Russian." you say offended, but you're just stalling and she understands it from the way she looks at you.
"Well then, talk, I listen"
It's hard but you finally do it.
You talk to her about Nora, about your relationship with her and how you feel responsible for her death. You also tell her about your parents and how they died and especially the trigger of your anger.
But then you talk about the last few months trying to apologize and I tell her about what you did, as if she didn't know, she had seen all the cameras in the compound just to see you again. You tell her about how you became friends with Wanda and her brother and how happy you feel when you can talk to them.
She finally gets it all, all the nights you spent crying and moaning in your sleep, you were thinking about your big sister and your parents how you missed them and how guilty you felt about how they died.
She is happy that in the last few months you have found people who have been close to you and from the way you talk about it you really enjoy spending time with the twins, she couldn't wish for anything else.
But then comes the speech, the one about your relationship. "Since you came here two years ago you've made me feel something I never imagined I'd feel, a constant fear of hurting yourself but also an overwhelming amount of love. But it's not the kind of love between engaged is something motherly, something I never expected to be... a mother"
"Now, I know you have a mother, but I don't think she would want you to be alone. In that sense too. So if you want I can try to be some kind of mom" she looks at you anxiously after she finishes her speech looking for signs of rejection, but there aren't any.
You throw yourself into her arms with tears of joy in your eyes. You leave her suspended with your action until you gently whisper to her "You are already my mom".
You knew she was from the first night she was close to you during one of your meltdowns, you just felt fear that you were somehow cheating on your biological mother. But now that you knew that she too felt the same way, the road seemed easier.
Perhaps your mother from wherever she is she will be scolding you, but shouldn't a mother want only the best for her children?
Now your best was clearer, you built a family without your knowledge and found in Natasha a new mother in time of need.
If Natasha thought she couldn't be happier when she heard you calling her mom her heart melted completely. After a long time she was truly happy.
When the hug between mother and daughter is finally over you fixed your slightly messy hair. "I have Wanda to thank," you say shaking your head and thinking of your dear friend.
"She's a good girl" she replies with a slight wink at which you make a face. "Don't start with mom's advice" you beg her playfully laughing embarrassed by your mother's insinuation.
"I'll have to start from something" she makes fun of you and you reply rolling your eyes and giving your hand to your face, surrendering to such lightheartedness.
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You truly thanked Wanda. Since she came into your life she has always helped you and from now on you promised yourself to always be there for her. Whatever it takes
After that day your life was turned upside down. Now you didn't wake up alone anymore, Natasha was always there to wake you up even when you fell asleep in Wanda's room, sure sometimes you just wanted to stay in bed a little longer without disturbing your roommate but you were thankful to your new mum for give you all these attentions.
If breakfast wasn't ready, you prepared it for everyone, knowing their tastes and habits, many times you cooked it with Wanda while you two happily sang.
Steve would always arrive at that point, up since dawn, and he would greet you like the true gentleman he is while he took a bottle of water and left. And like two teenagers then you sneer at the compliments while continuing to cook all sorts of delicacies.
Cooking of course as well as singing and dancing you talk about your plans for the day, and every time you are disturbed by an energetic Pietro who runs around the room to distract you before slipping in to give his sister a kiss and steal a plate of bacon and pancakes.
You really don't mind, you know that's how he is, and then your second favorite moment of the morning always comes after that.
The one where Natasha comes in and she gives you a kiss on her head before taking her plate and sitting down near the counter. The best time, your whole family, together.
Now your days have changed and you spend a lot of time away from your room preferring the gym and the laboratory (now that Tony has taken a sort of gap year you are free to give vent to your free intellect in the laboratory) where you finally keep your promise, with Wanda's help you create her first suit. Obviously you don't stop there, you are committed to creating the best outfit for her twin too, preferring heat-resistant and very elastic materials.
Now the time you spend training is with many more people and not at the most unusual hours, you have resumed training with your mother like four months ago and she is surprised at how much you have improved, while you still continue to train with Wanda to master the best your powers and develop some special tactics.
The missions you do now aren't so solitary anymore and you're almost always assigned in teams with either one or both of the twins or Natasha and your espionage skills you can tell are really improving.
Now you always spend your free time with Wanda, but now in the common room sharing books, TV series and various chats.
That's what you're doing right now, sitting next to Wanda on the couch as you watch an episode of Bewitched for the umpteenth time.
You're so involved that you don't notice Natasha approaching her until you find her in front of her with a toothy smile and her hands behind her back.
"What are you keeping back there but?" you ask standing up and trying to see what she's holding on to, but she always manages to elude you. "We did it" she tells you, taking her hands away behind her back to reveal some documents, the ones for my adoption.
Immediately a smile spreads across your face and you're almost incredulous. "Are... those... are those documents?" you stammer out loud in disbelief at the situation, finally, but you didn't expect it so soon.
She nods her head joyfully and you're elated.
You lock her into a bounce hug because you have too much energy to spread for the good news that you can't help but move. "I pushed a few buttons, and asked for some Avenger favors but I finally did it, now we can make this official" she comforts you as you look over your mother's neck to see Wanda watching the loving scene familiar in front of her and a little sorry, you wish she still had her parents.
You are already part of my family, Wanda, don't forget that
Thanks Y/N but this is your moment with your mom and you shouldn't be thinking about me
I will always think of you
You briefly saw Wanda blush at those words so you returned to the actual conversation you were having with your mother. "Then where should I sign?"
Now after signing all the documents you were officially her daughter.
You were finally Y/N Romanoff
(Ah of course there was a big celebration afterwards, obviously all Tony's doing)
You've never felt happier in recent years than right now. You have it all, a family, friends and fantastic powers.
You know this won't last long but you'll make sure you enjoy it while this peace lasts.
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Forbidden Romance
Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.
Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author.
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Chapter One
A calm morning awaits you as you don your attire of the Kingsguard. The duty calls to you. Guarding the safety of the great son of Asgard is an honor. The challenge is to leave your personal feelings aside. Damn was the moment you fell in love...
"Are you sure it won't be strange for you escorting your little boyfriend to a ball designed for him to find a future wife?" Loki quips as he strides into your room without any ceremony. You brandish your sword at the level of the rejected Prince Loki.
"It's conversations like these that make me know I should hit you every time you come to my room." You speak while holding the sword tightly. Loki walks away, smiling a little too much for those who seem afraid of you.
"I came in peace. Thor asked you to stop by his room before leaving to give instructions to the Kingsguard." Loki says, laying down under his bed and swinging his feet playfully. You roll your eyes reproaching him but I understand that it's good that he's helping you and Thor.
"You know if you tell anyone about this, I'll rip your tongue out of your head, right?" You say it knowing that he'll probably enjoy you hurting him but that he would feel humiliated for being hurt by a commoner like you.
"And miss the chance to watch you two fucking everything up when my precious father notices that his favorite son is the one who will bring ruin to his kingdom." Hearing these words coming out of Loki's mouth makes everything even more real. If you and Thor are caught, you will be sentenced to death. And he will be king anyway.
"Tell your brother, I'll see him at the opening ceremony to welcome the leaders of each kingdom and their children." You say finishing and getting ready to go. But to your surprise, before you could leave your room, Thor was waiting for you. Accompanied, obviously, by the guard responsible for his security. You straighten up and bow, paying homage to the future king.
"Lynox, you may withdraw. The chief of the Kingsguard and I have a private matter to discuss." Thor says, looking at you. He scans you from top to bottom, as if he could undress you with just one look. You would like to live in a world where you could reciprocate with him. But we're not in that world.
"With all due respect, Your Highness, Lynox can witness our conversation. After all, as the second-in-command of the Kingsguard, he should be informed about matters concerning your security." You say, looking seriously at Thor and Lynox, who is unsure whether to leave or stay to listen to the conversation.
"Lynox." Thor says, and that's all it takes for Lynox to leave us alone. In the kingdom, Thor's word is only second to that of his parents. Soon, you and he are staring at each other.
"Are you proud? Your word holds more weight than mine in every corner of the kingdom. Want to test that with someone else? Your brother is in my room right now. Want to try to get him out with just a command, Your Highness?" You're upset because when you and Thor started to see each other as more than just royal guard and royalty, he promised he wouldn't walk over you.
"Dove…" He speaks so softly. His eyes watch you as his arms draw near. Thor then pulls you close to him, embracing you tightly.
"You enjoy doing things that put both my position in the Royal Guard and my life at risk. And I'm a fool for accepting it without a fight." You say, lifting your face as Thor looks down to meet your gaze. As you lock eyes, you slowly lean in towards the future king's face, being kissed by him shortly after.
"I'll talk to my father. Try to delay having to choose a wife. Or you could…" He begins, but you already step back, knowing what he's going to suggest.
"Become your mistress?" — you are revolted by the possibility of becoming the King's mistress— "To be the woman who sleeps with the King when he's not with the Queen?" Thor looks regretful about what he was about to say. You, however, look at him determinedly.
"You will never be a mere mistress to me. We could have a family together while the queen and I can have a semblance of a wedding." You laughed at Thor's foolishness. In fact, you were even afraid that Asgard was in the hands of a foolish prince.
"My love...shut up before anyone can hear all this nonsense. I'd rather die in battle than be the woman you cheat on your wife with." You say leaving disappointed with reality. This reality makes you know that you will always be just that for Thor. A head of the Kingsguard or a mistress.
You are a little shaken when you hear a noise and go after it to find out what is happening. A man dressed as royalty stands in the middle of the kingdom's trophy room. He is not known to you, you find his presence strange but you know you need to be polite when questioning him.
"This room has restricted entry. Only Asgardian Royalty can enter here. How did you manage to get past the Royal Guard?" You question using the most serious tone of voice possible. You hold tight to the tip of your sword that is attached to your waist. The man looks at you as if enchanted.
"I think the Royal Guard is busy preparing for the arrival of great royal representatives from the main kingdoms allied to Asgard. Are you usually so straight-faced with everyone?"He asks turning towards you.
"One more step and I will be forced to attack you. Tell me who are you?" You ask, almost wielding your sword, as a way of threatening the man in front of you.
"I hope you can explain to the King how you treat visitors. But since you insist on knowing, I am Steve. Son of King Tristan, future King of Kyrax." He speaks with such petulant calm. It's like he knew you would regret being hostile towards him.
"Your Highness could have told me you were a prince from the beginning. I hope you know that my approach was just security protocol. I will leave you alone." You speak cordially, trying not to show how embarrassed you are.
"However, I prefer your company. " He says as he watches you walk away. You turn around almost abruptly, confused by his revelation.
"I don't know how things are in your kingdom, Your Highness, but here commoners and royalty don't usually keep each other company unless it's essential." You speak keeping a safe distance between you and Prince Steve. Something useless since he doesn't know personal space and quickly got too close to you
"The Commander of the Royal Guard is right, Believe me, she avoids spending time alone even with me if it's not necessary." Thor says, entering the trophy room and staying close, but in a professional manner. The tension between the two is palpable and you mentally prepare yourself for what's to come.
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buckybarnesthings · 7 months
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Meet the characters and their aesthetic in The Grey Witch (ordered from left, right, left right. Aspyn Davis, Bucky Barnes, Aspyn x Bucky, Wanda, Nat, Steve, Sam, Tony/Stark family, Thor and Loki)
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a watcher Grian I drew at literally ass o’clock at night and a S9 Scar, because I feel like people are missing out on opportunities to give him the coolest steampunk wheelchairs ever
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scarlet--wiccan · 7 months
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Uncanny Avengers (2023) #2 preview
I know that's right, kako!
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scarletwitchpanels · 1 year
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Wanda & Pietro talking about Luna in Scarlet Witch #1
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icalledhimpietro · 1 year
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Why did we not get any content of Clint actually dealing with survivors guilt after Pietro's death and coming to the decision to name his son Nathaniel Pietro Barton
Why does Marvel consistently rob all audiences of actually seeing the character development that came from Pietro's death?
Why do they insist on making it seem like Pietro died for nothing? But he was an unimportant throwaway character that meant nothing to the Marvel universe, right?
Im so tired.
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luvmattmurdock · 4 months
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perfect sense part 1; pietro maximoff
pietro maximoff x stark!reader
“Keep reminding me that it ain’t a race, when my invisible streak turns onto the final straight”
word count; 2k
warnings; none really, just like mind manipulation and mild violence if you squint.
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"Tony!" Steve shouted into the intercom. You rolled your eyes, your father was a few inches away from him, there was no need to shout. “I need you to deactivate the force field so I can get in!”
"Where's the please?" you heard your father’s voice, chuckling at his words.
"I need backup," Natasha's calm voice was clear, proving that everything the team was using was nothing less than top-notch Stark technology.
"Going!," You said, running towards her.
You quickly arrived, pulling out the gun Clint had given you, and began shooting at Strucker's soldiers. You hated the fact that you were not part of the main mission, forced to just shoot those useless soldiers. 
Well, at least they had let you attend the mission. That was something.
"Be careful!" You hurried towards Nat, a soldier under Strucker's command almost cut her in half. She reacted and kicked him out. You fired a shot at another soldier and hit his face with your fist.
"Tony!" Cap shouted again. Will he ever stop yelling? "We need to get in now!"
"Damn wait, Rogers!" your father yelled at Steve. 
"Language!" 
You left Nat and headed to fulfil the part of the plan that had been assigned to you. You had to enter the fortress and get as much data as you could while Tony got the sceptre out of there.
"So we're going to ignore the fact that a minute ago Cap said 'language'?" your father asked indignantly. 
"So it seems," you answered, panting. "Can I use the jetpack...?"
"No, not yet," Thor said as you heard him throw his hammer through the air, surely at a soldier. You sighed. Why run if you could fly?
You continued running until you almost reached the fortress. You started to slow down, if the security had not yet been deactivated you couldn't enter. 
“Hey, uh… dad? How are we doing in regards to the security thingy?”
“Five minutes.”
“Alright” You went back to running, but almost immediately stopping as you heard a sound behind you. There was no need to turn around for you to know that there was someone behind you. Raising your hand, ready to shoot golden sparks out of it, you turned around and threw a beam of light at the person who was there.
With tremendous agility he managed to avoid it but just barely. You frowned, that person was fast, wayy much faster than you.
He was obviously altered, probably by Hydra. The team had talked about them before. "Guys," You whispered into the intercom, "I think I found one of those altered people, permission to attack?"
“Permission granted.” Steve said “Also Y/N, be careful.”
“I’ll try, '' you answered, smiling softly. You took the headset off and saved it in your suit pocket. Closing your eyes, you focused on just listening, your suit already glowing.
You heard the sound again and smiled. If you were right, this mutant would run in three seconds.
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You opened your eyes as you saw him running in front of you. You raised your hand, this time managing to hit him with a golden beam. He was paralyzed in a bubble of light that restrained him. Now that he was still you took a good look at him. He was a boy of about twenty, maybe twenty one, years old. His hair was black but it was silver at the tips. His eyes were crystal blue, very very blue, and they reminded you of how it felt like to be cold. His, let’s be fair, very attractive face was turned into a grimace of surprise and anger, probably because you had been able to stop him. His arms, very muscular by the way, were at his sides with clenched fists.
He was clearly angry. 
And he was clearly angry at you.
“What the- How the hell did you manage to stop me?! Get me out of this stupid bubble, silly girl!" he said with a thick accent.
You laughed at him. “You really couldn't think of any other insult than ‘silly girl’?” He stared at you. If he wasn’t so obviously mad, you would’ve thought he was checking you out. Analysing your features with pursed lips.
"Also, if I were you I would be way nicer" I asked, trying to make evident that I was the one with the power in this situation.
“Enlighten me, why would I do that?" he replied. Now that the initial adrenaline shock from stopping him had faded, you were able to recognise that his accent was, to say the least, kinda hot. You smiled.
"Because maybe then I'll consider taking you out of the bubble?" Your smile turned to a smirk as you sat on a broken log. You knew you were irritating him and it was simply hilarious to you.
"Get me out of here and then maybe I won't hurt you too badly!" he demanded.
You raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm, I don't think so," You had an ironic innocent smile on your face, which was clearly making him even more furious.
"Silly girl," he said.
"Again with the 6th grade insults," you replied.
"How do you even do this?" he said looking at the bubble.
"I don’t think I should give you any details about our top secret, superhero worthy technology. Or should I?," You told him as you turned on the intercom. This whole interaction has just turned your cockiness levels up and, to be honest, that was probably not the best thing for the mission.
"Dad?" You said and almost immediately you heard Tony Stark's voice speaking.
"Yes, darling?" he answered.
"Can I go in now?" you questioned, chuckling as you saw how the foreigner tried, without success, to get out of the golden bubble. 
“Here’s the thing, I haven't gotten there yet, wait a minute. Oh, gentlemen!” More than five minutes had passed. You were about to make that fact evident when you heard an explosion.
“Oops sorry about that. Did it hit any of you guys?” Clint asked. 
“Not me.” Steve answered. 
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You turned around, neither the bubble nor the man were there. You slapped your forehead, knowing you should’ve focused more on that. A gust of wind came and out of nowhere and you were yanked to the floor, away from the fortress gate. Falling on your back, you cursed in pain.
"You didn’t see that coming?" said that russian voice mockingly. 
"Stupid, silly boy," you said, standing up.
“Language!” Your father yelled mockingly  on the intercom, you laughed.
"What’s so funny?" You chuckled as you realised the man did not know that you weren’t paying attention to what he said
"Nothing to do with you actually," You said. “Also, on that subject…” You raised your hands, launching with your right hand what would be the distraction beam, he obviously dodged it and you took advantage of his distraction. With your other hand, you lifted him up and put him back inside the bubble. He rolled his eyes.
“Oh please, not again!” he shouted and you laughed.
“Come on, Sonic. Already caught you twice, are your powers failing or what?” You mocked.
“Hey!” You heard the speedster call you. Turning you around, you raised your eyebrows. "At least tell me your name. I mean you already caught me, I want to meet the one who achieved such a feat." You couldn’t hide that you liked the praise, even if it was ironic, as you smiled. 
“Enlighten me, why would I do that?” You said, making fun of  what he said earlier. 
“Don't be mean, printsessa," he said, smiling like a soap opera heartthrob.You rolled your eyes, hiding your smile.
"My name’s something I’m saving for next time we meet so…," You waved and turned around, leaving the man inside of the light bubble. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit you kinda hoped you two did meet again. Someday. Something interrupts your line of thought: The mission.
"Can I come in now, damn it?" you shouted at the intercom. Steve growled but refrained from scolding you. Tony sighed.
“Friends, welcome to the Von Stucker resorts hotel, you can come in.” He said.
"It's about time!" Steve commented.
"Yes!" said a third voice, it was Clint. Following his voice was an explosion and a growl. It sounded like he was hurt.
"Barton?" You called, turning around to realise the bubble had broken, once again.
“He’s hurt!” said Nat's voice. “Could someone destroy that bunker? They know we are here!” she exclaimed.
Hulk's growl was heard everywhere, he had destroyed the bunker.
"Thank you," 
“Nat, take Barton to the helicarrier, Thor, you and I will stay here fighting against the last of Strucker's soldiers.” Steve was taking control of the situation, per usual.
"And for the love of God, watch your language!" your father said. 
"I'll go in," you announced as you heard your father sigh.
You entered the fortress, there were soldiers running, but they didn't pay much attention to you. So you just kept walking, staying alert.
Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you, they were almost imperceptible, but there they were.
You raised your hand, golden sparks flying from it, and turned around ready to attack. A red aura collided with the amber lights. It was strong, and you felt like it wanted to get into your head. The owner of the scarlet red aura was a girl, refined features, her hair was brown, and her eyes were… strangely grey?
She reminded you of someone.
Ignoring her attempts to enter your mind, you shot a blast, making the girl stumble. Her aura was cut off as she flew against a wall.
"So there’s more mutants huh?" You grumbled. She looked at you, clearly annoyed.
The girl raised her hand and you raised yours. 
She was staring at you, a completely blank stare.
Until she smiled.
Everything was strange. You knew that girl had managed to sneak into your mind, but you didn't know what exactly she was doing.
You turned around, attempting to shoot her, but no light appeared. You didn’t have your suit anymore, in fact, you were no longer in Strucker's fortress. You were in New York. 
You heard a scream and looked above you, which was where the sound was coming from.
Oh surprise, you were underneath one of those Chitauri ships that the Avengers had defeated a long time ago, before you were even part of the team.
The rest of New York, however, did not seem to have lived that before. It seemed like the team hadn't made it yet.
"It's too tall Tony, stop it!" You heard Steve yelling at your dad. You turned to look at them, but weren’t able to see them anywhere.
“A few more metres” Your father whispered. If the timeline was the same, he must have been taking the missile that was currently heading to New York into space, passing through the gaping hole in the sky where the Chitauri were sneaking onto the planet.
If that was true, then Nat was to be with Dr. Selvig on the roof of Stark Tower trying to remove the Tesseract to close the portal.
Your dad was saving the world, everything was going great, why was the girl showing you this?
“TONY COME OUT NOW!” Steve shouted. The portal was closed, and Tony was not falling where he should have been falling.
Nerves and fear were taking over you as your hands itched and tears gathered in your eyes.
You tried to remind yourself this wasn't happening.
It wasn’t real.
However, it felt so real.
The emotions felt so real.
The portal closed, but your father did not fall through.
Wake up!
"Y/N!" Tony's voice shouted from a distance. As you opened your eyes, you jumped from where you were leaning.
Back in Strucker's fortress, and your dad was there, next to you. You sighed with relief.
"What happened, sunshine?" he said, worried by the tears that were coming out of your eyes. You smiled and hugged him.
"You don't know how happy I am that you are here, Dad," You told him as you let him go. He smiled fondly.
“So am I. We are going now. We have a sceptre to steal.”
You nodded and walked next to him. He left through the secret door that J.A.R.V.I.S discovered and you stayed behind, trying to get as much information as possible from the fortress.
“J.A.R.V.I.S, I want you to get all the information, whatever it is. Plans, documents, notes. And send a copy to Fury, he'll be pleased to know that Hydra's dirty secrets are in his mail.”
“Right away, Miss Stark.”
You sat on the floor, thinking about what that girl had projected on your brain.
None of it made sense.
Your father came out with the sceptre. There was a weird vibe to him. He looked… strange, sadder in comparison to minutes before. 
He took your hand and you left the fortress.
Once you got on the helicarrier, you decided to sit next to Cap. He was looking at Clint, who was lying on an improvised stretcher, all of you were sure that when Dr. Cho arrived, she would take good care of him. 
"Good job, Y/N," Nat told you from behind. You turned your head to smile at her.
But your smile didn't reach your eyes, still somewhat dazed by the vision.
When you arrived, you went straight to the lab to review all the information collected from Strucker's base, perhaps this way you would be able to find out who these altered people were and if he was single there were more. 
“J.A.R.V.I.S, tell Mr. Stark that I will be late for the party. I'll be investigating,” 
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munchkinmarauder · 5 months
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If there is one thing to thank Steve Orlando for - it's for showing Luna gets the snark from her dad's side of the family 😂
For real though both of them were great this issue.
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Hopefully we get more Luna in the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver series (and finally see Tommy and/or all the magnet siblings interact).
Marvel - please let Pietro wear blue again.
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missmonsters2 · 2 years
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About You - Masterlist [complete]
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Wanda had never known loss like she has until she lost Pietro. It’s debilitating. She can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t even leave her house. Life is fading fast, and she’s not sure if she even wants to hang on. Enter you, a stranger that reconnects her to the daily things that makes life beautiful.
Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥
Main Masterlist || Library Blog
Series Warnings: Deals with loss & grief and the spectrum of emotions and depression that comes with it. Please note there is no glorification in any of this. Loss, grief, and depression are nothing beautiful. Also, please don’t hesitate or reach out for help if you are in a dark place. Love you, lovelies 💘
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PART I
PART II
PART III
PART IV
PART V
PART VI
PART VII
PART VIII
PART IX
PART X
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Twin Surprises - Wanda Maximoff x romanoff!Reader
Summary (pt. 1) : A particular morning on an equally particular day can take on unexpected implications
Warnings: little swear (???), bad morning, the breakfast thief Pietro, a probable caffeine addiction (who isn't at least a little?), mistreated trash cans, frustration
A/N: Okay this is unexpected but I'm splitting this chapter / birthday special into two parts
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What's worse than having a damn fixed thought and not being able to do anything else? Apparently waking up with this damned idea whirling in your head, too early and on your day off, with an annoyed mood.
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Being an Avenger involves a lot of duties, tight schedules, and many other boring things, so those little moments when you are free you try to spend them as best as possible.
That's why now you're very angry, it's your day off, and you woke up too early with a stupid woodworm in your head, but since you're too stubborn to fall for it, you still don't give up on the idea of ​​falling asleep again.
You roll over once, close your eyes and try... nothing. You try again, you turn around again, you close your eyes and... still nothing.
By dint of tossing and turning from one side to the other, unfortunately you wake up Wanda in the end.
As the internal struggles in you continue ardently, you now stare at yourself lying on your back, your eyes still closed, while Wanda makes room for herself in your arms, also resting her head on your chest.
Spend a little time like this, in absolute silence, you still convinced you'll be able to fall asleep again, and Wanda too busy following your heartbeat and enjoying the tranquility of the morning.
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Your stubbornness persists, even after Wanda has fully awakened and noticed that you weren't sleeping, even after she asked you why you kept closing your eyes and you explained everything to her, even after she called you strange only replied with "your weird, though".
In the end, however, you give up, a deep sigh comes from your lips, and when you finally open your eyes for a brief moment you are blinded because apparently Wanda had opened the shutter after getting up.
With great remorse you sit on the edge of the bed and massage your eyes, before standing up and regretfully walking around the room.
You pause for a moment on the desk near the wall, more precisely on the small black box, complete with the 'Stark Industries ' logo that was in the package that Tony had given you when you were "sleeping". The nice thing is that in the package there was also a note in italics that clearly said 'for emergencies '.
Going back to your thoughts, you wonder where your girlfriend has gone, you heard her get up and move away from the bed but then you lost track of her. "Wanda?" you ask softly to the empty room, looking for the slightest noise. "In the bathroom!" a muffled scream from the distance and from the door reaches your ears revealing the position of the sokovian.
Slowly you head into the internal bathroom you have, opening the door slightly you observe the girl as she completed her morning routine.
"So... have you decided what you want to do?" after finish she asks, now looking at you. Her hair tied up in a half chignon, others still loose, and a funny messy smile. You grimace in frustration, detaching yourself from the jamb, you woke up wrong today. "yes... unfortunately" you sigh in surrender. "I think I'll go to the lab, even if it wasn't in my plans at all" pouting fit for a five-year-old, you slam your forehead retributively against the doorframe while whining repeatedly.
Therefore Wanda finds it very difficult to hold back a giggle or even a small smile at your childish ways, typical of mornings, especially the bad ones. "It's okay love, I'm sure you can still enjoy your day off" she passes you by before placing a delicate kiss on your lips and leaving the bathroom completely free.
"Is talking who doesn't have a worm in their head" you insinuate pouting in a slightly louder voice, enough for Wanda to hear that she had just left your room. She rolls her eyes at your insinuation, there's no malice in it, you're just frustrated and still sleepy, so she sets out to help you out later.
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You gave yourself a general mending in the bathroom, your nightwear replaced with something decent but not too uncomfortable, your hair all tangled up from the night sorted into a laboratory ponytail, a light dusting of make-up together with your favorite lipstick and finally a pair of tan converse and you're good to go. (of course you always wear your precious necklace⚡)
All ready you leave your room and walk through the compound, hoping to finish as soon as possible, so you can take this day off.
You don't miss meeting almost everyone on the team, some like Steve and Sam returning from a morning run, or greeting a busy Kate with a wooden bow on her way to the shooting range. You also replied to the message Natasha sent you this morning, you hadn't read it yet but she was coming home early, so another happy surprise for you soon
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Before arriving in the laboratory, however, you decided to take a small detour to the kitchen and see if there was something good to eat. Your expectations have been more than rewarded when already from a good distance you smelled a crunchy scent and a conversation going on between your favorite twins, so you don't lose heart and enter the room. "What are you guys up to?" so you announce your presence, walking towards the counter and your girlfriend together with her brother. You wrap your arms from behind Wanda and give her a trail of kisses down her neck, which causes Pietro to giggle and also get a warning look from his twin regarding his PDA comments.
Rocking with your chin on Wanda's shoulder you look curiously at your dear twin a little too fast, the curiosity remains. "So what? What were you discussing before?" you grab a last kiss on Wanda's cheek before pulling your arms away and detaching yourself a little more from the counter.
"Piet was talking to me about his amazing schedule for the day, trying to divert my attention from his attempt to scrub some of the waffles I'd made." waving the spatula she was putting away, she stares very intently at her brother. A grimace of dissent manifests itself on the Sokovian's face, very useful if he doesn't have to talk to his sister or his best friend.
In fact, just before I can finish the sentence "That's not really true... I just wanted to inform my little sister of what I had in mind for today..." both of you raise an eyebrow, definitively undermining his lie, you know him too much well.
Leaving aside his constant baling, you approach the coffee machine, ready for your morning dose of caffeine. "Leaving aside your bad excuses Pietro... Do you want coffee? Wan?" you ask with your back to the twins, fiddling with the machine, then wash your hands after making cups. "I pass" "Already taken детка" they answer you as you turn on the appliance before returning for a moment to the sink.
"Why are there coffee grounds in the garbage disposal?" you turn towards them, the question and curiosity very strong in you, but above all the who. They shrug their shoulders without knowing how to help you and then you sigh, you'll have to deal with it later.
While you wait for the brown nectar to flow, you drum your fingers on the counter when Pietro asks you a question. "So, Y/N, how is Natasha?" he asks you. "She's quite well, she should be back by tonight, so the mission is practically over" with renowned hope, as well as a certain happiness, you take the coffee container and pour the contents into a cup.
"Alright guys, see you later, I'm going to the lab. Wish me luck Maximoffs!" you greet Wanda with a kiss on the cheek and a hug, two finger guns aimed at her brother, while walking backwards you disappear from their sight.
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"Ugh!!!" you repeatedly hit yourself on the head, because you're too stupid to let a goddamn thought come out.
You've been here for hours, literally, analyzing some stupid blood samples... and you still have nothing! It's like your brain just can't piece together…it's nerve-wracking, having the answer on the tip of your tongue and not being able to get hold of it.
You've tried everything to get you focused: you've tried putting on some music... it didn't work! In fact, you spent a lot of time dancing around the room rather than getting new ideas. You've tried a new angle, another creative point of view, anything else that provides a goddamn starting point... and every single thing brings you back to the start. This shouldn't even be normal!
Normally when your brain fixates on something it works on it until it solves it, but it's like it's somewhere else now... Yet this morning it just seemed like you just wanted to come down here to the lab rather than spend your day off a day a little longer in bed.
"How much I would like a nice distraction..." you whisper, looking glassy at the laboratory door, praying that someone, no matter who, enters there just to have a chat.
Unfortunately, however, you only have your sighs to keep you company, and a probable stress headache on the way doesn't help at all. Of all this uproar thinking the only good thing, or at least the only moment in which perhaps you didn't want to escape from this laboratory, was when Wanda came a few hours ago with a tray of delicacies and you had breakfast together, unfortunately, however, with your great sorry she had to run off shortly after to go train with Steve according to what she told you.
Looking back maybe staying in the same place racking your brains isn't a good idea though, at most now you could just play with a few red balls between your fingers and get a huge headache. "I need a distraction... a change of scenery" you get up with a start and drop everything, leaving the laboratory all messed up and everything still in the middle, you put down your glasses and at the first window that overlooks the compound, you take flight.
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The breeze of the wind on your face, plus the sheer feeling of freedom as you soar in the air go a long way towards making you less stressed and possibly happier, so when you finally land secretly in an alley, you won't regret the choice you made. at all.
With a quick look around to make sure that the alleyway is indeed safe and that no one has seen you land, you set off through the streets of the Big Apple.
With the day having already begun, the streets crowded and full of people darting from one side to the other, no one would expect an avenger walking alongside them, yet here you are mixed with those who until a few years ago were ordinary citizens like you.
There's no place like home
Smiling to yourself, you stroll through the streets of the city where you were born, raised and even became a superhero, in short... in most places here you have memories (good and bad).
But there's only one place you always go when you simply want to unplug, spend some quiet time without pressure, take a little break from the chaotic world of superheroes... and it's a coffee shop, a simple coffee shop.
It was the first thing you discovered on your own, as soon as you "moved" to the tower, you found this coffee shop and it's kind of become your personal hideaway ever since.
That's exactly where you're heading now, only you're too distracted from watching life in the city to notice you're almost there.
You may have snapped back to reality when you smelled the familiar whiff of coffee and other baked goods and perhaps tripped over a poor fellow. With embarrassment written on your face, you humbly apologize to the passerby, sometimes your distraction leads you to be very clumsy.
When you enter, the usual atmosphere, the clatter of cups and coffee machines, the conversations in the background... basically everything is very welcoming.
The line for orders isn't even that long, certainly less boring than being closed in the laboratory with a heavy migraine and no one to talk to, and then at the end of the effort there should be a reward, right? One by one as you look around the customers are served their orders and soon it's your turn.
The first thing you notice once you approach the counter ready to place your order is that they have hired a new barista, you can tell because you know everyone at this coffee shop... even the manager probably, and this girl is new. Not to throw her off you were about to expose your caffeine order when she interrupts you.
"I bet... double latte with whipped cream and... a sprinkle of cinnamon!" the young new employee gestures smiling, she fully guesses your usual drink that you take here, indeed it is not the only thing that she has left on you.
"Yeah... that was exactly what I was about to say. You really nailed it!" surprised and also quite intrigued you smile back, she should ask for the name now even if there's more underneath maybe.
"So a double latte with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon for…?" she asks you all the time, and if you weren't the telepath you'd say she was reading your mind. "Y/N" drums on the counter, very intrigued and perhaps with a small idea of ​​trying to do a slight violation of her mind.
Stand still Y/N she just guessed your order, don't commit a crime out of some stupid trivia.
The girl, she hints at a slight hidden smile, before returning to your order. "Well Y/N, your order arrives as soon as possible" with a somewhat funny tone the girl takes leave while you go and sit down at a table.
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Of all the seats in the coffee shop your favorite ones are by the window, from there you can see the outside environment, with all the city lights, cars passing by and people walking on the sidewalks, all while enjoying a great drink. In a short time, or at least according to your perception of time, your order is prepared and the same girl who took your order, even if it is not her responsibility, brings it to your table.
You were listening to the music with headphones, facing the wall window, so you don't even notice that someone is approaching you, much less that this same person is sitting on the other side of the table. It's only when the new bartender touches your arm that you come out of your thoughts and realize she's there.
Seeing your face briefly frightened, more surprised than anything, the young woman explains the unspoken question to you. "I'm on a break and... I brought coffee! Do you mind if I stay here a while?" she says handing you your cup, very happy and joyful, even if deep down you understand that she doesn't want to bother you, you should still give her an answer. "No, you can stay if you want, I-I don't mind" distant, already back in your thoughts you answer with a sigh.
"Are you okay? You look worried..." she with sincere interest, moves closer with the chair, now she looks you straight in the eye, she really she would like to know what is upsetting or annoying you.
I'm not saying I could even tell her, but I'd have nothing to lose if I did, right? She offered herself!
Here you are now convinced, you will confide in the stranger in the coffee shop. What could be so bad? Take a deep breath and sip your drink, the taste of the coffee gives you that extra push to talk.
"Yes... I mean no... it's just that I have so many thoughts on my mind and sometimes I almost feel like I'm going to explode!" you mimic an explosion in your head with your hands, the new girl lets out a giggle at your antics nodding in sympathy.
"Yeah, I can understand that. At least, I think I do. Sometimes it just goes boom and there's nothing you can do about it" with extraordinary calmness the mysterious girl says, taking a sip of the other cup of coffee she's brought along. Nod along with her, conversing as you drink your coffee.
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You've been talking to this mysterious girl for longer than you ever expected. First of all now you know her name is Alya, she goes to NYU which by the way is driving her crazy with deadlines and studying and all, and more importantly she always knew who you were just she didn't want to make the somewhat embarrassing situation.
You told her about your particular morning, and why you came here, and while you both had a laugh about why you shouldn't drink coffee when stressed, you had a pleasant conversation.
Talking to her you got to study her, from her slightly wavy hair a shade of red, just about shoulder level, to her green eyes, more or less the same shade as Wanda. When it comes to analyzing a person, training as an agent of the Shield certainly comes in handy for you, indeed just after only a few minutes you notice Alya's personality traits that stand out just by looking at her posture, way of gesturing and facial expressions.
For a shy person, with you literally just meeting her she is very outgoing.
You understood it from how she sat, her shoulders tense, a rigid posture and her legs crossed, she usually doesn't talk much with strangers and if she does she remains very shy. She has a habit of twirling a strand of hair between her fingers, it's probably because she's very nervous while she's talking to you, you just don't understand why.
She's rambling now while you're talking, and that makes you smile because sometimes when you're nervous you tend to ramble a lot too, so you understand how she's feeling.
While your ears are listening to whatever this girl is talking about, a thousand thoughts are shooting in your brain every minute.
All concentrated on one something, a feeling deep in your chest, something that tells you that there is more to this girl than she brought you a coffee a while ago, something that should remain a mystery but you still don't. you know.
This girl has something… I don't know… something… familiar. But I think she's not telling the whole truth... the dilated pupils, the constant anxiety, the hair curling around her finger, the rambling... I know she's hiding something from me and somehow it concerns me.
You might not have been the only one having internal conversations at that table, in fact your mysterious girl is also having an internal struggle, torn between revealing her big secret and compromising herself or blatantly lying to you (she's not doing too well it seems). Her anxiety is eating her up, she doesn't know how to get out of this situation without causing a potential catastrophe, and she's never been good at hiding her emotions so her concern by now she too understands that it is clearly visible.
Fortunately for her, or perhaps unfortunately if she won't keep her mouth shut about what she absolutely mustn't tell you, you decide to break this farce first. "So Alya… what of what you told me is a lie?" you look her straight in the eye, serious on the outside but dying of curiosity on the inside. For a moment, she for some reason unknown to you she rolls her eyes, as if this phrase she had heard many times, a pleasant memory.
Insistently, you wait for an answer, you'd rather have her tell you than invade her privacy by getting into her head. A few seconds pass and Alya takes a deep breath before uttering a word, trying to balance the words without compromising herself.
"W-what do you mean?" with clear anxiety she says, the stammering accentuating her nervousness. "You have been nice and kind to me since I entered this shop, you have told me part of your life, I have done the same... but, but there is something underneath that you are not telling me, and I feel that in somehow it concerns me. So, to recap, what are your intentions?" trying to be as non-threatening as possible, you try to get her to spill the beans, even though she could have major consequences for your future (not that you know it).
The girl, or Alya by now, thinks she can hide at least a minimum of her nervousness about this situation, it's not at all what she would have imagined when she accidentally happened here. Breaking with sweat, metaphorically speaking, she steels herself and tries to put her still developing skills to good use. "W-what?! I'm not hiding anything from you! I'm just a rookie bartender good with people..." with a clearly fake smile, just to mask her growing panic, she hesitates a bit hoping you'll take this excuse blatant.
Clearly you've seen more than a few details that made your nose go crazy, some things that don't add up at all but that definitely don't lead to an ordinary person, you just don't want to jump to conclusions.
"Hmm ok I'll pretend to believe you... if you explain to me why the soles of your shoes are completely charred annnd why you have this constant fear when I meet your gaze" with your chin held in the palm of your hand, with absolute nonchalance you reveal some of the details that you noticed, leaving her no less than stunned.
She expected everything except to be betrayed by her own shoes, she had to change them when she had the chance but now it's too late and she probably screwed up. She's practically one step away from a cold sweat, and despite her wide-eyed eyes she has a constant lump in her throat that's hard to swallow. "W-what?" she can barely pronounce, the fear in her ribs of compromising herself even worse.
She is so stubborn you think hastily rolling your eyes. "Look, if you have powers, that's fine I won't say anything, you seem like a good girl definitely not a criminal so I'll let you handle this because I know how you feel, I've been there. But… there's something else below, I don't know what, but you have a very familiar face, but I don't understand the whole picture..." with the utmost calm, all the result of an unnatural momentary maturity, you try to explain your points of view, leaving a low voice some details to avoid snooping.
Heart pounding, time almost seems to slow down, everything seems ready for Alya to make the one mistake she shouldn't have made... when suddenly your phone rings.
"Kate?" dumbfounded you speak with the device now leaning against your ear. "Y/N! Hey, how's it going?" on the other end of the line, a very agitated Kate goes from one tone to another, bordering on total panic.
Without even giving you time to answer, she continues talking, completely ignoring your turn. "Do you by any chance know how the hell I'm supposed to supervise the recruits at the shooting range?!” she alarmed her, she surely she's pacing, she just confuses you even more. "Supervising? Kate, sorry but what the heck are you talking about?" you exclaim not so much to let everyone in the coffee shop know what you are saying but enough to let the archer know your confusion.
"Do you prefer the long version or the short one?" Kate sighs, as you roll your eyes a little amused after all. "Short please" you emphasize in exasperation.
"Okay let's go long. I was having my morning bow practice when Steve came and said I had to supervise the recruits during training, I asked him why and he said usually Natasha's dealing with this but now she's on a mission and anyway they're all busy and it's just me and they'll be here in five minutes and… and I'm totally panicking" in a profile of information, Kate panics more and more constant, you even feel that her breathing is becoming noisy.
Of course, you have to put up with a long-winded sermon steeped in insecurity, even if you explicitly asked for the 'short version' just to avoid it, but being the good and supportive friend you are, as well as a master at making you panic you are already ready to explain carefully what to do.
"Kate. Aren't you a national champion in archery as well as an unreasonable number of other sports?" you blurt out, trying to get her to a trusted bathroom. "Yes?" "So go, be yourself, use your skills and show these recruits who Kate Bishop is!" you encourage her, clear and forthright as only you can be.
A few moments pass and you don't get a reply, so you decide to check if something has happened. "Kate, are you still there?" you ask suspiciously, waiting for a sign of life. "Y/N, they've arrived" in a whispered voice Kate almost mutters incomprehensibly.
"Go and destroy them all" you try your tactic one more time, hoping for a better result. "Ready or not now I'm in" concludes Kate leaving the setback of the call to you. "See you later Kate. Don't say anything to whoever you know who, about that thing you know" you hang up the call, and sitting alone in the chair.
Well yes, Alya in one quick moment during your call, literally darted out of the club, and you already know that this girl you won't see her again (or at least the next time you see her like this, it could be in quite some time ).
The thing that amazed you the most was the fact that you tried to read her mind, but there was something that prevented you, a kind of block... is it possible that Alya herself applied it? Almost nil.
"Well, enough of the nonsense for today, it's time to get back to my not-so-ordinary superhero life" without racking your brain once more, you run out of the very last drop of coffee and walk out of the coffee shop ready to go back to the compound.
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After Alya's improvised get-away
That call was like a saving grace for Alya, she couldn't have lasted a second longer. Even if her little escape will certainly have cost her her job, oh well she doesn't care much about this, however she doesn't even have to be here now.
She's never cared about her dearest superspeed as much as now, it's really true, sometimes she really saves your ass. Now the only thing she needed to figure out what to do without meeting any avenger again so as not to make another mess.
"Damn! Good Natalya, very good. You were about to prevent the birth of you and your siblings, basically suicide!" in an abandoned alley, as far away as possible from the coffee shop or from the compound in general, Alya yells at herself, if a passerby were to see her he would call her crazy.
"Oh, but that's not my fault! It's all my cocky stupid brother's fault! If Billy doesn't bring me back as soon as possible I swear I won't regret canceling his birth" in a typical family fury at this point, the redhead freaks out against a garbage can.
"But then why 2016?! Do he know what happens to mom this year and he sent me here! 'as a test' he said! 'I'll get you back in a few minutes' he said! And now I'm here, plus ten years away from home for almost a week! Kicking a bloody dumpster..." if she didn't know how to control herself now the poor dumpster would be in a bad way for how she's treating it, the only way to vent the frustration of be trapped in the past.
Part 2 Soon ...
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