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nev3rfound · 9 months

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few more hours? : w.m

with wanda heading out on another mission, the pair of you decide to make the most of the night you have (just fluff my friends) 1k wc

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“Are you sure you have to go?” You pout, hearing Wanda chuckle to herself whilst she finishes plating dinner for you both. “I mean, Tony already has Steve with him, does he really need both of you?” You continue with your weak argument, knowing it was futile.

Turning around with a frown, Wanda places the dishes in front of you both. “Y/n,” She trails off as you lower your gaze, nodding before she can finish her sentence.

“I know, I know.” You mutter, Wanda squeezes your hand lightly, the cool feeling of her rings into your palms soothing your thoughts temporarily.

“I just miss you when you have to go on these missions, that’s all. They just seem to be more frequent than before.” You shrug it off, not wanting to make a big deal of it, especially not tonight.

Resting her hand on your chin, she lifts your head up to meet her gaze. “Hey,” Sadness tinges her voice as her eyes meet yours. “I’ll be gone for a week, that’s all.” She tries to assert, watching you nod. “But I’m here tonight, so let’s make the most of it, yeah?”

You smile half-heartedly, unable to stay sad for too long when she’s around. “Alright, I’ll find the facemasks.” Sparing her a kiss, you rush off to find the resources you'll need, leaving Wanda to shake her head at your antics.

"And you like things like this? Singing and dancing?" Wanda tries to furrow her brows, though the mask sets them in place whilst the film plays on. "I just don't get the appeal, my love." She huffs.

Rolling your eyes, you remove yourself from her embrace. "Well, I grew up on these kinds of films, just like you did watching sitcoms, you know?" You explain, yet Wanda still remains unconvinced. "You know, I think I still remember a dance or two," With a smirk, you rise to your feet despite Wanda's protests.

"It's okay, I believe you." She protests, but you simply shake your head and stand alongside the screen as the film comes to the final scene.

"I might be a bit rusty, so don't judge." Wanda squirms at your stretches, and without warning, you start to dance along to the end sequence; evening going as far as to sing along. "-all in this together." Your voice croaks, nothing quite like the in-tune version from the screen.

Standing up, Wanda tugs your hand, bringing you into her lap back on the sofa.

Puffing lightly, your eyes gleam up to her. "So, whatcha think of that?" You ask, trying to hide your growing smile at her evident disdain.

"That was certainly," Wanda pauses. "something." She nudges your side, feeling you squirm beneath her.

"You know, when we first met I thought you were, well, intimidating." Now, looking up into her eyes, all you see is the joy she radiates. To think how far from the truth you originally were. "I'm pretty sure Clint had to force me over to at least say hi." You groan, thinking back to that memory.

Bringing her hand to your cheek, Wanda laughs quietly at that memory. "I remember it a little differently," She shrugs. "but I am glad you did say hi all those years ago, darling." Leaning in, her lips brush over yours sweetly, trying to memorise every movement.

Patting your thigh, you moan in annoyance as she pulls away. "I wanna take this off," She motions to her face, the mask how having cracked in several places. "so we can get back to that."

"I won't argue with you there, babe." You reply, following her into the bathroom.

Returning to the sofa, Wanda opens her arms for you to curl into her embrace as she drapes a blanket over you both. With a hum, you bury your face into her chest, blissfully ignorant to the film having restarted whilst you were out of the room.

Running her fingers through your hair, you're unable to resist the lull of sleep coursing over your eyes.

Sensing you're drifting off, Wanda hums quietly. "You know, when I first saw you, I thought 'How can something be so beautiful in real life'." Reminiscing, Wanda glances down, hearing you snore lightly. "And it's something I still wonder to this day, even if she snores."

The musical continues to play on in the background as Wanda's eyes begin to grow heavy and eventually rests her head on yours, sleep overcoming her.

Yawning loudly, the warmth across your back causes you to stir. "Wan?" Lifting your head up, you wish your phone was within reach as Wanda's mouth hangs wide open whilst she remains asleep. "Babe, what time is it?"

Without warning, Wanda wakes up on high alert. Such high alert that she shoves you off of her and only realizes at the sound of a thud below her. "Shit, Y/n, you okay?" Quick to help you up, Wanda peppers kisses across your face.

"That's one way to wake up." You respond, reaching for your phone, eyes widening causing Wanda to tense. "Now I don't want to panic you," You trail off, too late to stop Wanda from grabbing your phone.

Swearing profusely, Wanda begins to rush around the room, collecting her belongings. "Tony is going to kill me." Wanda yells, frantically redressing which you have to admit, is an amusing sight.

The redhead furiously flips her hair out of her face with a huff. "Wan, it's fine, I'll text Tony, and say you overslept." You reason, but Wanda shakes her head.

"I'm never going to live this down." She groans loudly, now having gathered her items she hurries back to your side.

Bringing your arms to wrap around her neck, you allow Wanda a moment to catch herself before kissing her. Your lips mold together, a sense of longing interlacing into both of you before you pull away first. "I'm gonna miss you." You admit, resting your forehead against hers.

"You better keep out of trouble 'til I get back, okay?" Wanda jokes, squeezing you tightly, wishing she didn't have to let go.

"I can't make any promises. But stay safe, and keep Tony in line." You add, giving her one last kiss before she rushes for the door, hearing her phone ringing as she departs.

Now standing alone in the absence of Wanda, your gaze catches sight of her hoodie over the back of the sofa.

Picking up the soft fabric, you slip it on over yourself, wrapping your arms tightly before curling back up on the sofa. With a content sigh, you can't help but wish Wanda was the one holding you in her arms, rather than her hoodie.

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steinfellds · 2 years

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Snuggles

Pairing: Wanda x Child!Reader

Summary: You've been refusing to sleep for hours and it's put you and everybody else around you in a bad mood.

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Your loud cries carried throughout the entire Avengers compound.

Your mom, Pepper, was holding you close to her chest and rocking you back and forth in an attempt to make you fall asleep.

That method typically made you fall asleep but right now, it only caused you to cry loudly and thrash violently around.

You let out a loud scream when your mom didn't release you from her grasp.

Pepper quickly lowered you onto the floor and watched you continue to kick your legs around. She had no idea what was keeping you up.

Clint walked into the lounge room carrying a wooden crate that had a bunch of children's toys in it. He set the box down in front of you and stepped back, waiting for you to dive in and start playing with the toys like you normally do but you only screamed and cried louder.

Pepper gave Clint an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, she normally isn't like this."

Clint shrugged and flopped down on the couch that sat across from you and Pepper. "It's alright, doesn't bother me too much cause I'm used to it but I think Natasha's anger is just about to bubble out."

Pepper sighed sadly and looked down at you. You weren't screaming anymore but you were still loudly crying.

"She'll probably tire herself out soon with all that crying," Clint mumbled softly. He could see Pepper was upset with herself that she couldn't put you to sleep.

Pepper muttered a quiet agreement but she didn't really believe it. You could force yourself to stay up if you wanted to and she knew you would.

You reached into the toy box and started to angrily throw the toys around. You hit Clint's leg with a stuffed unicorn and hit the coffee table harshly with a Black Widow action figure.

Pepper grabbed your hands softly and held them at your side. She would normally tell you off for doing that but you were already crying and didn't want to make anything worst.

"Clint, Steve needs you in the meeting room because Wanda's found something and they need your help." Everybody jumped at the sound of Natasha's voice. Her silent footsteps would always cause her to sneak up on people.

Your cries immediately quieted at Wanda's name.

You quickly stood up and walked over to Clint. You raised your arms up at him, silently telling him to pick you up.

Clint picked you up and sat you on his hip. You were finally silent after crying for ages so no way was he going to refuse to pick you up and make you cry again.

"You're gonna take her to the meeting?" Pepper questioned, part of her relieved you would be out of her hair.

Clint shrugged, "Sure, she's quiet and you need a break. Go take a nap. She's in safe hands." Clint started walking to the meeting room after Pepper gave him a nod.

As soon as you entered, you spotted Wanda. Clint lowered you carefully to the ground once you started to kick your legs around.

You ran over to Wanda which caused a massive smile to spread across her face. You climbed up onto her lap and snuggled against her chest.

Wanda's chest filled with warmth at the sight of you. She absolutely adored you and felt special that you wanted to fall asleep against her.

She softly raked her hand up and down your back, "You okay, sweetheart?" She asked, wanting to check everything was okay before you fell asleep.

You tiredly nodded against her, your eyes shut. Your small hands grabbed at her suit, you liked the leather feeling of it.

Wanda smiled, kissing the top of your head. She brought her thumbs to your cheeks and wiped the dried tears away.

"Goodnight, Y/n," Wanda whispered, noticing you were about to fall asleep.

You nodded slowly and within a couple of minutes, you were fast asleep on Wanda's lap.

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wlw-imagines-blog · 1 year

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Abandonment, Enthroned. {Part 6}

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

Summary: “Maybe you were right to be anxious.”

Pairing; Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: This is a bit of a darker fic, but nothing too dark.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I have no excuse for how late this is. i’m sorry i’ve been mia for a year. life’s been.... crazy

The sun was high in the sky when you came to - it peeked through the window and between the curtains. You felt the soft duvet over your body, but you didn’t remember coming up to your room. As sleep relinquished it’s hold over you, your memories slowly filtered back.

Peter. The bear. Wanda.

Fuck, Wanda.

You remembered pouring your heart out to her at the kitchen table, and that cold feeling of fear that had cut through you.

You remember Wanda, the profile of her face in the passenger seat. You sat up, head heavy from not sleeping enough, and feel the weight of another person’s arms fall away.

“Good morning.” she said, and for a moment, you imagined a world before everything fell apart. What would it have been like to have met Wanda when everything was normal? Would you have ever even met her?

You swallowed down those thoughts.

“Good morning,” you replied, “what are you doing in my bed?”

She laughed softly.

“You said you wanted me to stay, so I stayed.”

Her lips twitch into a gentle smile. It astounded you that only a few weeks ago, Wanda was a soldier with the Militia. How could someone who was so sweet and good to you even associate with a group like that?

“I’ve never slept next to another person before,” you whispered. “Not... soundly.”

Her lips parted for the stuttering breath she takes. Was your honesty too much?

“I’m... glad I’m the first,” she responded, voice just as quiet as yours.

“You’re full of firsts for me,” you laid back down, eye-level with her. “I’ve never trusted anyone to stay here. Never stabbed anyone before.”

Wanda laughed.

“Well, I hope I’m your first and last for that.”

Your chest tightened, and words tumble from your mouth before you can stop them.

“I want you to be my first kiss.”

It felt foolish to say. Those words alone silenced the room, stilled the air. Wanda’s eyes widened fractionally, but she did not recoil.

You reached out and brushed a lock of brown hair from her cheek. Her skin was warm.

“Can I... please?”

She nodded, eyes fluttering shut.

Your heart hammered against your ribs as you lean forward. you almost wished that Wanda was taking the lead.

You pressed a kiss to her mouth, tentative, unsure.

With both your mouths closed, you almost felt nothing. Just soft pressure. Wanda’s eyes open and you can see the light brown kaleidoscope of her iris, refracting in the morning light.

What do you do next? When you leaned in again, Wanda’s hands come up to touch your cheek, your neck. More gentle pressure. The blanket fell away, letting you move closer to Wanda; you wanted the closeness. Just being next to her was enough comfort.

Wanda’s tongue darts out to brush your bottom lip - you jerk in surprise, but don’t pull away. It was easy to follow her lead. Open your mouth, little by little, let her discover you. When Wanda licked into your mouth, you gasp. She swallowed up the sound.

Your bodies move automatically; Wanda sits up, straddling your thighs. Her lips barely left yours as she went. You were forgetting to breath, too overwhelmed by it all.

“Easy,” she murmured, pressing a hot kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Want to slow down?”

You shook your head.

She chuckled softly.

“Okay, okay.”

Just as Wanda placed a kiss on your neck, a quiet thud came from downstairs. The sound stopped Wanda too.

“You heard that, right?” you asked.

“Yeah.” She panted, out of breath. “Peter?”

“Came from downstairs.” Maybe he had woken up already, you did not want to assume.

You carefully maneuver out from under her and grab your sweater.

“I’ll check it out.”

“Wait,” Wanda catches your wrist. “Give me a minute, I’ll come with you.”

“No, stay here. You’re still injured.”

“Barely.”

“Just stay. It’s probably nothing.” even as you said that, your stomach clenched nervously.

The euphoria from before was draining away. You crept down the stairs; no lights were on, the curtains and shutters were still drawn. No one was there.

You went to the kitchen - Wanda might need another pain killer.

Standing in the door that led to the backyard was an extremely tall man in all black clothes.

You’re stopped in your tracks, unable to move when he spots you. It takes you a moment of neither of you moving to recognize him.

“I thought I told you to come back later.” you said, trying to keep your voice even.

The man, the Winter Soldier, tilted his head.

“It is later.”

So he spoke.

Was that a joke? What the fuck? The Winter Soldier joked?

His voice was rough. You tried not to panic, not to freak out, but that was becoming harder and harder by the second.

“How did you get in?” you asked, taking the plates to the sink. It felt wrong to turn your back on him. “Did I leave a window open?”

“This place...” he said, “is not as secure as you think.”

You scoffed.

“I’ll try not to feel offended by that.”

The man did not smile. He merely watched you.

“So, what do you want?” you prompted. “What do you need?”

He shook his head, strands of long matted hair flicking water.

“Don’t need anything. I’m here for you.”

“What the hell does that mean?” How fast were you? could you run? Barefoot and in your pajamas? Could you shout to Peter and Wanda?

Footsteps halted your conversation. Wanda appeared in the doorway, brows furrowed in concern. She must have heard your voices from the hall.

“Wanda,” you said, taking a deep breath, “we have a guest.”

“Jesus Christ,” she whispered.

“I’m not here to hurt you, I’m here to warn you.” He raised his hand to calm her, but Wanda’s eyes are still wide with worry. “The Militia are moving in. They’re a few days out from here.”

“What?” your gut twisted. “I didn’t hear any reports over the radio, it’s been silent.”

“They know people listen in. They’ve found a new frequency to broadcast over,” the soldier said, moving to sit at the dining table. He looked exhausted. “Anyone who’s been reporting in radio towers or bases in the area have been eliminated.”

A couple days out; you needed more time to prepare, to fortify the house, to defend yourself.

“Why do you care?” You asked, “why help us?”

“You said I could stay.” Ice blue eyes meet yours. “So here I am.”

You looked at Wanda. Was there time to defend the house? No.

But there was time to run.

“We need to pack.”

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“Where are we going?” asked Peter. “I just got here!”

“We need to go West,” you said, zipping the bag shut. According to the Soldier, you had three, maybe four hours before the Milita reached the house. “We can’t go east since it’s desolated, so we have to go west.”

“But what about the farm? What about your life here?”

You did not want to think about it; the mere thought of abandoning your home made your chest ache. You had lived here for so long, you had foolishly planted roots in a time where nothing was ever certain, where nothing was permanent.

Now you were reaping the consequences.

“Peter,” you said instead of answering, “go down to the basement and fill this with whatever food will fit.”

You pushed an empty crate into his hands.

“They might pass by the house,” he said hopefully, but you could see the despair in his eyes. “They might not even see the house.”

You smiled sadly.

“That would be nice, Peter. But you know that isn’t going to happen. They’ll take the house and us with it.”

There was too much to do. You needed to release the animals; they can’t come with you and you couldn’t dream of leaving them to the Militia, so you opened the gates and let them roam free, into the forest.

You and Peter worked to round up as much rations as you could; canned food and jugs of water. Wanda gathered first aid, blankets, your radio, maps; whatever she thought was needed.

The Winter Soldier stood outside, listening. It unnerved you, but the idea of ordering him around made you feel uncomfortable.

“Here,” Wanda came into the kitchen where you were stuffing one last crate with canned vegetables and tuna. She had a backpack in her hands. “This one’s filled with the rope, wire, and fishing hooks.”

“Good, bring it to the truck,” you said, “did you leave anything upstairs?”

“Nope, I’ve got everything.” She was wearing the jacket she’d worn the first day you met her. Where had this morning gone?

The soft kisses, the gentleness... all replaced with composed panic.

Wanda. You tried not to panic when you thought about her. What would happen if the Militia find her, alive and well when she was supposed to be six feet under? you shuddered at that. You thought of this as she walked out the back door.

Peter rushed through the kitchen with all his bags.

“You good, Y/N?” he asked, out of breath.

“Nearly done. Load up your truck.”

He does as you said to; good kid.

You wanted to say goodbye; to the house. But was there time? The house that had protected you for months, sheltered you, kept you warm... this was goodbye?

You catch a glimpse of the living room from the kitchen doorway. Wanda had danced with you there. Up the stairs, she had kissed you in your bed.

The back door swung open Winter Soldier grabbed your arm.

“They’re here,” he said softly. “We must go.”

You grab the crate off the table and let him drag you out the door. It felt wrong to leave the house unlocked; unguarded

Outside you heard voices. Shouts.

“Get to the cars.” You tell Peter, who’s frightened stiff a few feet from the back door. “We need to go now.”

A break in the distant tree line stole the breath from your lungs.

People - soldiers - were coming towards the farm.

The Winter Soldier spoke.

“Too late.”

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heliads · 2 years

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hi, lisa!!! how are you?

i read your last wanda imagine and i just loved it so much, it was stuck in my head all day and then i decided to watch descendants at night and i had an idea, so i figured i could come to you! i hope you like it!

here's what i thought, reader is nat's daughter, just like in the other one because i loved it, but she's still in high school and so is wanda, they're like 17/18 and reader is a huge disney/musicals fan, she made everyone in the compound watch all disney movies with her, and when nat took her to a broadway show for the first time it was the best day of her life, she's that kind of girl

and wanda is reader's best friend who obviously ends up watching all her favorite movies, so one night they're watching descendants for the 1000000 time and reader keeps talking about the "did i mention" scene and how having someone singing to her like that is her biggest dream, how she'd immediately fall in love, and wanda is like "oh, so that's what i gotta do"

so about a week later there's a school game or something like that, reader in on the cheerleader team and all the avengers show up to see her, and wanda surprises her by doing the descendants scene and singing to her and they get together because who wouldn't be in love after that?

and then nat comes to them and she's like "that was the cutest thing i've ever seen" and wanda is all nervous "so we have you blessing?" and nat goes "oh defitely yes" and then gets all serious "but be careful, i'll be watching" and wanda immediately takes her hands off readers waist, i think it would be funny lol

well, that's it! i saw you saying that you like details, so i tried my best! hope you like it and thanks <3

i do love details, and i love this!! i would kill for descendants

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For once, everything in Wanda Maximoff’s life is going well. It’s late on a Saturday night in the Avengers complex, and she’s crowded into a couch that’s long since outlived its use-by date. The thing is threadbare, all but falling to pieces beneath Wanda’s fingers, but it’s somehow the most comfortable piece of furniture in the entirety of the building, so it stays.

There’s a movie playing on the TV screen in front of her, one of her favorites. Wanda could close her eyes and jam her hands over her ears, yet still be able to quote the script word for word until the end credits begin. Wanda’s a firm believer that this is the best way to watch a movie, where you can have a conversation the entire time and still know exactly what’s going on with the plot.

Her sentiment is clearly shared by the girl by Wanda’s side. Y/N L/N watches the characters race across the screen and sighs fondly.

“Listen, I don’t care what the movie critics think,” Y/N says, “Descendants is the pinnacle of film. I have literally never felt so satisfied in my entire life.”

Wanda laughs. “Didn’t you say the same thing last week about Teen Beach Movie?”

Y/N grins back at her. “Yeah, and I’ll say it next Saturday about High School Musical. I’m an easy person to please, Wanda. All I need are 2000s haircuts and terrible songs.”

Wanda snorts. “I thought you loved the songs, and now you’re calling them terrible?”

“Well,” Y/N says languidly, “I can admit that they’re not, say, the most lyrically gifted. They’re just fun, alright?”

Wanda leans back against the couch cushions, watching the light from the latest scene play upon the darkened ceiling. “You don’t have to tell me twice. Honestly, I feel like we as a society need to give Disney movies more credit. Even the other Avengers like them.”

Y/N giggles, remembering the past team movie nights they’ve shared. “How could I forget? I think Thor had a fundamental change in his personality when he saw Frozen, and I know for a fact that Tony hurried off to his lab for like a week after we played Big Hero Six for him.”

“Tony was actually onto something, I think,” Wanda says offhandedly, “I remember stopping by his lab one day and seeing all this stuff about medical assistance droids. I legitimately thought he was going to make himself a Baymax until Pepper said he couldn’t use that much plastic. Still, I can hardly blame him for wanting to make at least some part of that world real. These movies are my favorites.”

Y/N slumps back beside her, their heads almost inches apart. There’s a faraway look in Y/N’s eyes, making Wanda wonder if she’s here at all or picturing herself back in the scenes of Auradon Prep. “Same here, Wanda. Same here.”

She goes quiet for a moment, gaze still trained upon the ceiling. Wanda lets the voices from the TV fade into background static, using Y/N’s distraction as an excuse to stare at her as she’s been trying to avoid all night. Wanda knows the planes and curves of Y/N’s face like the back of her hand. Even if she tries to convince herself that she isn’t infatuated enough to stare like a lovesick fool, Wanda knows better. This night proves it.

It’s just, well, Wanda isn’t used to things being as good as this. It’s easy to pretend that her life has always been perfect when she’s trapped in perfect bubbles like this evening, when if you squint you could almost believe that Wanda’s a normal American teenager and they’re all just fine, no questions asked. If you close your eyes and let the music wash over you, Wanda is blessedly normal and there would be nothing to stop her from loving Y/N as she wishes she could.

The problems, of course, come once Wanda opens her eyes and remembers where she is again. She’s not on the picturesque isle of Auradon from Descendants, nor is she a fairy tale character. There are no morals to Wanda’s story, only the time-learned lesson that no matter how hard you try to fight for your cause, you’ll never win unless you cheat.

This, though? Tonight, lying side by side with the girl she likes? Wanda feels like she’s been winning for quite a while. She and Y/N are on the breakthrough of something, some confession, and they have been for a while. Their smiles mean a little more than they did when they met, they let their gazes linger when the other pretends to not pay attention. Words have been on the tip of Wanda’s tongue for a long time now, but she’s never confident enough to force them out.

It’s silly to hold herself back like this, Wanda knows it. There’s no way that Y/N doesn’t like her as much as Wanda likes Y/N, practically all of the other Avengers have made it their mission to tell Wanda this at some point or another. There are no consequences to asking Y/N out except in Wanda’s head, yet she keeps hesitating.

The slow realization that Wanda may spend the rest of her life always on the outskirts of this grand truth stings at her, so she turns her attention back to the movie in the hopes of regaining at least a little bit of her good mood.

On the screen, Mal is with her best friend, Evie, in the stands of Auradon Prep’s field, watching Prince Ben come alive under a love spell. With the way Mal and Ben argue in the later movies, Wanda always thought Mal and Evie had far more chemistry as a couple, but then again, maybe that’s just Wanda projecting her own feelings onto the nearest characters.

Y/N sighs contentedly as she watches the next song start up. “I love this song. Wouldn’t it be fun to have someone do that sort of thing to you?”

Wanda arches her brow. “What, bewitch you with a love spell and force you through magic to sing your heart out to the entirety of the school about how you think your feelings are R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S?”

Y/N laughs, shoving Wanda in the shoulder with a casual move that makes Wanda’s heart flutter in her chest. “No, you cynic, I want somebody else to care about me enough to sing their heart out to the entirety of the school about how they think their love for me is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S. I just think it would be fun, you know? So many people are afraid to be seen with an Avenger that they’d never do something like that for me.”

Y/N’s voice trails off at the end, and Wanda hums in agreement. That’s the nice thing about maintaining a secret identity, at least in the public sphere: if high school isn’t hard enough, having a ton of people realize that you’re an Avenger would make it even worse. All the same, the teen Avengers have already been cautioned about staying away from relationships with non-Avengers. The stakes are just too high if anyone were to find out or be in danger.

“Sure,” Wanda says contemplatively, “I can see it. Plus, being in a movie would be fun. I think I’d love to live in a TV world. It would just be great to have everything work out all the time. You know your plot twists would always resolve themselves, and nothing could hurt you, not really. You’d be in control all the time, even when you weren’t.”

Y/N nods. “Exactly. Guess having someone sing to me like that would be the closest I’d ever get to that sort of world. It would be fun, though.” She repeats.

There’s a soft look on Y/N’s face, like she’s homesick for something that has never even happened to her before. Y/N must really want to have a song like that, Wanda realizes, and then a sudden thought occurs to her and she’s done it, connected the dots, had her own lightbulb moment. Wanda knows how to ask Y/N out, the other girl has practically spelled it out for her: a song.

Wanda barely even notices Descendants end, she’s too distracted thinking about just how she’s going to get this to work. She’ll need the proper setting, obviously, a sports game at their shared high school, but that’s easy enough to arrange, they’re in the thick of the fall athletics season.

The plan comes to fruition about two weeks later. Y/N is on the cheer team at their high school, the result of yet another plan to pretend that she’s actually got a normal life, and Wanda has shown up with the other Avengers to watch her perform at a football game.

Wanda is never able to fully understand how it is that the entirety of the Avengers team can show up at public functions with only hooded jackets, baseball caps, and sunglasses and still never be recognized. It’s the most terrible disguise ever, yet it works every time. Maybe it’s because it makes absolutely no sense for Steve Rogers to be commenting on high school football with Tony Stark when you could just have a family reunion in town with relatives that look exactly the same as New York’s hometown heroes.

Regardless, it works just as it always does. Wanda doesn’t need a disguise because she’s a student here, and she guides the Avengers to a spot in the stands where they can see Y/N’s cheer team well. They don’t know about her plan, but they’re about to find out.

Wanda shoots a surreptitious glance over at them. She’s not worried about their reactions, only Natasha’s. See, Nat’s all but adopted Y/N ever since the other girl showed up at the Avengers complex.

Natasha still tells the story fondly, how they all filed into what was then the Avengers Tower one day to find a preteen girl waiting for them in one of the meeting rooms. She’d had her hands folded on the table in front of her, the perfect picture of business casual were it not for the blood streaking her from head to toe.

Turns out young Y/N had been forced to fight her way there through a pack of HYDRA agents after her for her inhuman gifts, but the Avengers didn’t know that, only that there was a nine year old covered in gore who had broken into their building without setting off a single alarm. Natasha claims that she’d loved the girl from that day forward, and Wanda doesn’t dare doubt it.

Basically, Natasha is fiercely protective over Y/N due to her status as the other girl’s parent. Wanda doesn’t think Nat would have a problem with her asking Y/N out, but you never know. However, she’s too far into the plan to back out now. All she can do is hope it goes well.

Wanda makes her move at halftime. The cheer team performs their usual routine, and after they finish, pause for a few moments’ applause before the music shifts to a new tune. Y/N looks confused, probably because she’s never learned these steps. Wanda watches panic flare across her face for half a second before Wanda heads out of the rows of seats, casually switching places with Y/N to guide her friend back to the stands.

An instant later, Y/N recognizes the song as Wanda knew she would: “Did I Mention” from the Descendants soundtrack, the song Y/N was talking about how much she would love to witness for herself. Delight replaces shock on her face, and Y/N’s beaming at Wanda so broadly that Wanda doesn’t spare a second to think about stage fright.

With the other cheerleaders as her backup dancers (it took barely a few seconds to convince them to help Wanda out, they were all delighted to take part in this), Wanda begins to sing along to the song. She’s been practicing for ages, watching that clip from the movie over and over to make sure she knows every word and step by heart. In fact, she’d go so far as to say that she’d make a better Prince Ben at this point than Mitchell Hope himself.

Wanda ends the song triumphantly, feeling more powerful than she’s ever felt before. Magic be damned, this was real and it was everything. Wanda’s living her TV dreams without having to switch a single reality. It’s wonderful.

This feeling only grows when Wanda sees the look on Y/N’s face: pure joy, easy and simple. Wanda walks off of the field to Y/N’s side, and finally asks the question she’s been waiting on all this time.

“Y/N, will you go out with me?”

Y/N’s laughing even as she answers back. “Yes, yes. A thousand times yes. Wanda, this was amazing.”

Wanda’s cheeks hurt from the force of her grin. “It was worth it for someone as amazing as you.”

There’s a sound of someone clapping from the stands, distinguishable even from the mass of applause coming from the spectators. Wanda turns to see Natasha emerging from crowds, looking proud.

“That was nice, kid. Really nice. Honestly, it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Wanda feels her familiar panic creeping back over her. “Does this mean we have your blessing?”

Natasha snorts. “You’re not getting married already, right? Yeah, you do. You two are sweet together. Still, be careful. If you break Y/N’s heart, I will break you.”

Wanda has no doubt in that statement. Belatedly, she realizes that she’s been hugging Y/N, and she quickly takes her hands off of the other girl’s waist. Wanda is very appropriate when she needs to be, and right now, she needs to not be broken.

Still, Y/N’s smiling at her, and that erases the last of Wanda’s doubts. The song was right after all, wasn’t it? This is ridiculous. Ridiculously good, just like the movie said.

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marigoldenblooms · 24 days

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That's a Wrap - One Shot

Pairing: Director!Natasha x Fem!Actor!Reader x Actor!Wanda (MINORS DNI - 18+)

Summary: You and Wanda can’t seem to get this scene right. With your director’s help, you manage.

MINORS DNI - 18+

Tags: Is Y/N in the room with us right now (They aren’t), Dom!Natasha, Switch!Wanda, Bottom!Reader. Dub-con, power dynamic (Director/Actor), voyeurism, degradation, praise, semi-public sex, semi-orgasm denial, light edging, objectification, oral (W receiving), fingering (R receiving), strap-on use(R receiving), some pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling, ma’am, Tasha(For N), Wan/Wands(For W), Mommy(For W, used loosely)), Nat calls her strap her dick, semi-previous established relationship? Porn with plot, clothed sex, sextape, light aftercare, fluff at the end.

A/N: Welcome to the first issue of Smut Saturdays! Want to really create some good shit in this genre, so I'm posting at least one spicy fic every Saturday (if I can help it)! This came to me in a vision (called the five minutes before my math class)- After my last smut fic did well (An Important Lesson, Prof!Wanda x Reader, which you can read here), I thought I’d do some WandaNat practice! Not proofread, written in the span of an evening. This is a crime against intimacy coordinators, I’m so sorry. Asides over. Natasha wears a strap to her films and she can dick me down with it, please and thank you!

Word Count: 2.4k - Read Length: 8 minutes, 49 seconds.

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It was never fun when the producers came by.

They’d always arrive in droves of two or three, never the top dog- as if Natasha’s ‘avant-garde chick flick’, as they called it, wasn’t worth their time. They certainly treated it as much. Today was the worst day for them to arrive, in pressed jackets and always on a phone call, because today you were filming the sex scene. It was more of a ‘romance’ scene, with alluring cinematography and enough passion to make your eyes fall out, yet you hadn’t even gotten to remove any clothes from your beautiful costar- Wanda. You knew she was incredible, her previous films as a fem fatale showing her dominant streak, however the spark couldn’t burn when interruptions from the suits kept happening. You weren’t on a porn set, and yet sometimes you wish you were. Might’ve been faster, or at least more fun.

“From the top,” A groveled voice muttered, Natasha’s steely gaze breaking into your skull- though a part of you wished she’d break your back. The redhead had always been an inspiration, one of the leading reasons for your participation in her project, besides her being so fine. But now, she looked pissed, worn down by hours of appeasing the producer’s half-baked suggestions and guarding you and Wanda from their prying eyes. “Yes Ma’am,” you replied, earning a slight chuckle from your director, the twinkle in her eye not lost on you- she was on her last legs, but it was yours and Wanda’s compliance that kept her going.

You’d return to your blocking, centered in the middle of your ‘apartment bedroom’, with Wanda’s hand placed gently on your waist. Your roles were lovers, reuniting after a long day of hardship, slowing down after it all. You’d stare up at her, the mild exasperation in your expression making her smile. She’d send a wink down to you, muttering something about being ‘bored too’, but ‘not hating kissing you again’, or the like. She’d invited you out to coffee tonight, and especially after a day like this, you’d take it. Perhaps you’d even forget the paparazzi and really kiss her as you’d been wanting to do this whole shoot. Throw a bone to the fanfiction writers and make their canon comply with reality. Maybe. It was Natasha’s words which startled you from your thoughts, a look of tenderness overcoming your face as you’d sink into your character, “Action!”

Within an instant, Wanda hiked her hands under the hem of your shirt, eyes darting down to your face. Her palms were warm against you, smooth against your soft skin, as your head rested gently on her shoulder. She’d tug at the fabric- and you’d send her a quick nod, smiling as you’d lean up to capture her lips in yours-

“Well that’s not very marketable!” A producer would crow, scoffing with both his hands outstretched towards the two of you. You’d freeze, feeling all of the passion drain out from the scene, no more than a shell of itself. His bald head wasn’t very marketable, looking like a morally dubious Mr. Clean- and yet you didn’t comment on it. He’d look at Natasha, the woman pinching the bridge of her nose with a stern sigh, and you gulped. Oh, shit. She was going to lose it. “Can’t you get their clothes off faster? Our focus groups won’t wait around for-”

“Fucking Christ, get- out!” Natasha shouted, a growl in her tone bringing heat to your face. She scowled, roaring to the surrounding suits, “Leave, get off my set- it’s my fucking turn to direct them.” Her hands would fan away their deer-in-headlights looks, ushering them out before locking the door. Her fiery gaze would bore into you then, jaw locked as her heels would click towards you and Wanda, many feet apart.

The two shared a knowing nod- And before you could speak, your director grabbed Wanda by her shirt collar and pulled her into a bruising kiss. Your jaw would drop as the brunette’s eyes widened, fluttering shut as Wanda moaned into the embrace- Natasha’s hands planted firmly on her tits. She’d squeeze them, earning a gasp from Wanda, your costar’s head swung back as Natasha swiped her thumbs across her nipples. Your director’s gaze would strike yours, and you understood why Wanda’s submission was so quick. You shuddered at the redhead’s gleaming smirk, her voice a husked whisper, “Get those clothes off and get on the bed for me, baby. Now.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Your reply was instant, Natasha’s grin only widening as you’d shed your layers, kneeling on the mattress’s soft sheets. They were cold, goosebumps settling up your spine yet you wouldn’t move, eyes trained obediently on Natasha. You were so perfect for her.

Natasha’s mouth would return to Wanda’s, pressing her into the faux wall that had outlined the bedroom. Her hand would splay against Wanda’s stomach, and you saw how she hiked up the shirt there, continuing to palm her tits while unclasping Wanda’s bra with the other. She’d pepper kisses across the brunette’s neck, sucking hickeys the lower she’d go.

They’d part only so Wanda’s top could come completely off, your director keeping a claiming touch on Wanda’s hip as she’d look back at you over her shoulder. Her hair was wild, mused from Wanda’s hands slung loosely around her shoulders while her expression remained flushed, dark eyes darting down to the slick that pooled between your legs. Wanda’s voice would ring to you, almost reverent as her hips would stutter against Natasha’s, “She’s fucking drooling for us, Tasha..”

The redhead would bite back a smirk as she’d watch you twitch. You ached to touch them, yourself, anything- your hands already balled into fists on your thighs, legs rubbing together, desperate for friction. But neither had given the command, and you had an inkling from their hungry looks that they wanted you needy, right where they had you. Natasha’s rasp came second, “Then show her what I taught you.”

Wanda would reach you first, discarding the rest of her clothes in the process. Her hands trailed warm touches up your legs and to your chest, digging into your soft flesh as her lips would meet yours. It was explosive, sweet and tender yet with a ferocity that claimed you quickly, heating up your skin as her knee would slot between your thighs. You’d feel Natasha’s calloused fingers on the small of your back, the sinking of her weight in the mattress behind you, and her tone husked in your ear, “Stretch her out for me, Wan- like we practiced.” Your director’s words sent a buzz to your core, cunt grinding mercilessly into the sheets below as Wanda’s hand would trail there, dragging two fingers along your folds before arcing dazzling circles around your clit.

You’d eagerly press your hips into her touch, moaning lowly as she’d chuckle, “So wet for me, sweetheart…bet I can just slip right in.” She’d coax her fingers inside, your pussy walls taking her gladly as Wanda curled her digits against that spongy spot. Your back would arch, head growing fuzzy as you’d feel your slick drip down her hand. Her thumb would press into your clit as you’d buck your hips against her, cursing a quick “Fuck-” which was quickly swallowed up by Wanda’s mouth. She’d bite your lip, dragging it with her teeth as she’d settle into her rhythm, spare hand palming your tits with a rougher grasp, “Been waiting for this, haven’t you sweetheart- pretty whore, just for us.”

“Mhm, good girl just wants to be fucked, don’t you?” Natasha would grit, and you could see her stroking something behind your back. She’d unzipped her slacks- her strap heavy in her hand, glistening with the spit she’d gathered in her palm. Natasha bucked her hips against her hold, cursing as the cock’s base would rub against her clit. She looked incredible, sweat across her brow as her hand would clench around the toy, like she could feel it. “Keep going, Wands- want her perfect for my dick.”

Natasha would pant, breathing ragged as her hand moved in time with Wanda’s fingers- curling into you almost torturously, feeling your cunt clench around her. The brunette’s kiss would claim you again, moaning into her warmth as her thumb would circle your clit. She’d sigh almost lovingly, fondness overtaking her expression as your head found the crook of her neck, “She’s already perfect, Tasha-” She’d coo, although her hand wouldn’t stop, gasping at the squelching sound of her fingers up your cunt, “This pussy was made for us, darling.”

Their words and touch brought you so close, yet Wanda’s hands slowed down when she felt your legs quiver or your breathing seize up, never giving you what you needed. You’d squirm against Wanda, begging for more, a lingering touch, anything- “Please, Wan- I‘m so close,” You whined, earning a tut from your costar. She’d devour your pleas, lost to time as her mouth would reach yours, softer than before. You felt her sympathetic smile against you as she’d shake her head, locking eyes with Natasha’s heavy stare, “Not yet, sweetheart..It’s not my turn anymore.”

The redhead groaned when Wanda slid her fingers out of you, her fingers shimmering with your arousal. Your walls fluttered around nothing, aching for anyone’s touch as you felt Natasha’s rugged grasp on your hips, pulling you up and back so your pelvis was against hers. The strap had warmed in her hand, dragging between your legs. You were dripping for her, soft sparks of pleasure seizing you as her tip would brush against your clit. Her voice would thunder through you, almost delirious with her own need, “Fucking finally..want this pussy all to myself…”

Wanda would chuckle at that, your director kneading at your hips as Wanda’s thighs settled in front of your mouth, your arms propping yourself just above her soaked cunt. “We promised to share, Tasha..” She’d croon, face flushed and touch softer than Natasha’s as she’d cradle your face in her palms, “Such a pretty girl..are you ready for your reward, darling?” You nodded, a flurry of sensation hitting you all at once- Natasha’s strap sinking into you as the redhead would push your shoulder blades down, pressing your face between Wanda’s legs.

The stretch was incredible, the woman behind you vicious as she’d drive her dick into you, bottoming out as your mouth would be smothered against Wanda’s cunt. Each thrust would drive Wanda crazy, your gasps and whimpers vibrating right into her core, especially as you’d flat your tongue against her clit, suckling on the sensitive nub. Her thighs would threaten to shut on you, her stretched words lost in your pussydrunk haze, “Yes, like that sweetheart- such a good girl..-” Natasha would rock her hips into yours, pace bruising as she’d pull your thighs flush to hers. You’d hear her muffled curses as she’d bottom out again, sighing as if she could feel you clench around her. “Baby..fuck, so perfect for us…” Wanda’s hands would thread into your hair, anchoring her hold on you as she’d press your face further into her cunt.

The sight would echo a curse from Natasha’s mouth, her hips growing a little more erratic, “Fucking christ, she’s our perfect little whore, aren’t you baby-” You’d try to nod, moaning as Natasha’s hand would press further into your back, keeping you from moving an inch, “Don’t even think, baby- just fucking take it, fuck-”

Time would seem to slow, your brain fuzzing into blissful static as you’d feel Wanda’s thighs tremor around your head, her grip tightening as she’d see your body tremble in Natasha’s touch. “Come with me, sweetheart- be a good girl and come for Mommy.” Her saccharine words spurred you into a blinding release, your tongue working Wanda through her orgasm as your body quaked with your own. You’d feel Natasha follow shortly thereafter, cursing aloud as she’d pull herself out of you, watching as you’d clench around nothing. Her hands would immediately find your waist, bringing you gently up to kneel with your back against her clothed front.

Panting, your arms would shake as you’d catch your breath, leaning up to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. You could feel both women’s eyes on you as you’d suckle on your fingers, cleaning up with an exaggerated moan, looking towards Wanda as you’d pop your hand out of your mouth, your words almost dreamy, “Mmm, so good, Wan..” You’d giggle as Wanda’s face would alight in blush, although the clink of metal and fabric drove you away from your teasing.

Natasha’s hands would be rushed as she’d pull her pants and harness down, eyes heavy with a lust that made you shudder, “Switch with me, Wands-” She’d grit, thrusting the strap in her general direction before settling calloused palms on your still quivering thighs, her gaze boring into yours, “It’s my turn for her mouth.”

Wanda’s smirk was immediate, sending you another sly wink, “Gladly.”

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Unbeknownst to the three of you, the cameras had never stopped rolling. That film would never be seen by the public, kept hidden once you left the building. Not to say it couldn't be enjoyed by you three, though.

Natasha and Wanda took you out to coffee afterwards as the brunette had promised. They explained their prior agreement to ‘test the waters’ with you, Wanda working with Natasha on a plan to woo you both in and out of character. The date went well, although with much less lingering glances and more almost-fucking in the back of Wanda’s car afterwards. It was there that the public and paparazzi learned of your relationship, although their camera flash thankfully stopped any romance before it got good. You weren’t on a porn set, after all- and Wanda kept your half-nude form hidden while Natasha cursed out the press. All in a day’s work.

Unfortunately, the day’s work began anew the next day. Filming the romance scene was no difficult measure now, but Natasha’s grin and Wanda’s wandering hands blurred the lines of professionalism. The film crew couldn’t care less, a few of them- such as Kate, a script supervisor- mentioned how they knew it would happen eventually (and won a bet with Peter, who said it’d take until the award show for you three to get together).

However, once you three escaped into Natasha’s office for some ‘paperwork’ as she’d called it, it didn’t matter. They were yours, and that was enough. ~~~

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abbyromanoff · 5 months

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Saw you open your request for a day so can I have mommywanda dry humping femreader?

OLDER

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 662

WARNINGS: smut, dry humping, mommy (W), leashes, pet play, collars, overstimulation, edging, tribbing,

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“C’mon, baby, give me one more.” The leash tugged at your neck, the woman on the other side smirking as she moaned, giggling at the response she was met with. Your cheeks were red, almost as dark as her hair. Your mouth held a small dribble of drool and your hands gripped onto her thighs hesitantly, only letting you release a sigh of relief when she didn’t push you off. The coil in your stomach burned as you watched your girlfriend, her clit rubbing against your nipple as she rode your perky breasts.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. You’ve practically been begging me with those- those doe eyes, and that…fuckable fucking face.” She groaned out, gripping the headboard behind you with a strength that made you whimper.

“Oh, you like that? Yeah? Does my little puppy like being a good pet and making Mommy happy?” You nodded, sniffling quietly. She used her thumb to wipe the tears away, the leather of the leash teasing your skin in a taunting manner.

“Does Mommy taste good, hm? Mhm, such a good slut for me.” Her panties restricted your speech, causing you to lose all sense as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. She didn’t care, she preferred you like this, that way she could have complete control over your mind and body.

“Mhm,” You mumbled, but you both knew that even if you had the ability to speak, you’d continue to struggle forming a true, thought-out sentence.

Her chest heaved in pleasure, her pants coming out quickly as each thrust of her hips brought further pressure on the growing release her body begged to let out. She suddenly rose, bringing herself to straddle either side of your shoulders and settling her bare cunt on your face. You expected her to remove the article of clothing from your pained jaw, but she left it.

Her movements began once again, your nose becoming a pulse point as she humped tiredly. Her head lolled back, a grin making its way to her face as she licked her lips.

“I bet you wish you could fuck Mommy, don’t you?” Her words came slowed, her stutter evident as she struggled to remain domineering. When you nodded once again, it brought a new wave of arousal to her. Her puddle of wetness soaked your face, and anyone from miles away would be able to hear the gutterful moans and the juices from her sopping heat. It was unbearable, yet she had continued this until now when she was reaching the peak of her fifth orgasm. You were lacked any, but she didn’t care. She was selfish, greedy even. But you loved it, you loved every bit of it.

“You ready for my cum? Shit, I’m so fucking close! Ugh, just like that!” She practically yelled, and you felt waves of her liquids spraying your face, and you quickly had to squeeze your legs in order to prevent your lowering hand. She tugged your leash harshly, and shook as your nose dug deeper into her hole, then ran against her hardened bud, and then repeated.

Her hold on the headboard loosened, and she led her palm to her breasts that cried for attention. You watched with hooded eyes, smiling to yourself as you admired her beauty. You held such gratitude for being able to see her in this glory, and you were only happier to know you were the only one to do so.

“I love you, little puppy. Mommy loves you so much, that will never stop.” You grinned, coughing slightly as she removed the slick-covered panties from your mouth. Your jaw relaxed, and it felt like relief coursed through you

“I love you too, Mommy. Can- can I cum now…please?” She chuckled, shaking her head as if you were absurd. You didn’t believe you were, but now you felt as though that was changing.

“Oh, puppy, who said I was done?”

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ravenromanova · 6 months

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Bad girl

Parings: Wandanat x Female Avenger

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Mommy kink, Daddy kink, Fingering, Edging, Bonadge, Orgasm denial, Oral, Nipple play, Mean Wanda, Overstimulation. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Summary: Wanda and Natasha need to give their neglected baby some attention

This fic came from this request!

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You could feel the two sets of emerald eyes throwing daggers at you as you talked to their younger siblings. Your plan was working a little better than you had intended and you were just hoping they’d break soon. The plan was simple, flirt with pietro and yelena, get Wanda and Nat to give you attention like you’ve been wanting all week.

Your girlfriends had promptly been ignoring you for over a week now and it was killing you. Honestly you had no idea why they were being so cold towards you. So you did what you did best…scheme. And by the looks that both redheads were giving you it was definitely working.

The three of you were downing shots at the bar in between sharing your most embarrassing mission stories.

“No i swear i almost died that mission” You laugh at your own stupidity from your last mission as you down another shot. Pietro went on about how Clint “accidentally” shot him with an arrow during training and you lost it. You slyly put your hand on the blondes shoulder making his twin fume.

“I think you’ve had enough malysh” A thick sokovian accent flooded your ears as her hands came around your waist. Her hands squeezed your hips making you squeak a little as you turned to look at her.

“But im having fun” You try to protest earning a disappointed sigh from the redhead.

“I said you’ve had enough” She repeated herself lowly in your ear causing you to shiver. “Natty is already in the room waiting for us” Wanda took your hand and pulled you away from Yelena and Pietro despite your protests. Her cool rings her digging into the flesh of your arm causing you to struggle in her grasp.

“Heyyyyy!” You pout as she takes you away from your friends.

“Bad girls dont get to have fun” She pushed you into the room where Natasha was waiting on the bed. You opened your mouth to say something but she pushed you onto the bed before you could.

“Anything to say for yourself?” The russian asked kneeling behind you. Your senses were all kinds of fucked as you were surrounded by the two women.

The air in the room was thick with tension as you felt Natashas hands come underneath your shirt rubbing small circles on your stomach. Both of the women raised an eyebrow waiting for your response but you couldn’t find one that wouldn’t make them mad.

“I-I just wanted your attention” The words fly out of your mouth before you could stop them. “You two have been so distant and cold towards me lately” Both women look at each other as you speak and they truly felt bad for abandoning their princess.

“So instead of coming to us about it you decided to flirt with our siblings?” Wanda seethed feeling her guilt melt away and her anger take over.

You simply nod your head at her question feeling all kinds of stupid at your antics. You knew your girlfriends loved you and were probably just having a difficult time lately but you still missed them.

“You could’ve just asked detka” The russian husked in your ear kissing it softly. “But since you wanted to be a slut we now have to treat you like one” Her hands found their way to the hem on your panties making you shiver.

“I-I’m sorry daddy” You groan feeling her hand pull away from your core. “I’ll be a good girl” Natasha chuckled in your ear moving from behind you to lay you flat on the bed.

“Oh we know you will detka” She said softly giving you a sweet kiss before they ruin you. Wanda flicks her wrist and youre left naked on the bed. Both women kneel on either side of you slowly rubbing your soft skin making you burn with desire.

“Here’s how this is gonna go” Wandas voice broke you out of your thoughts. “We are going to play with you and you only get to cum when we say so and if you cum before we allow you to then you will be punished more than you already are okay?” She says gripping your chin.

“Yes mommy i understand” Wanda smiles at your submission and then uses her magic to tie your hands to the bed frame. The red tendrils buzzed against your skin and made you smile.

Wanda made her way down to your wet pussy and stopped right before she got to your clit. Your hips bucked against her hand when you felt her cool hands come into contact with your heated skin. She slowly licked a stripe against your pussy making you moan but ultimately she left you wanting more. She flicked her wrist again and started drawing circles against your clit.

“Oh fuck mommy” You mewl feeling the buzzing on your most sensitive area. Wanda smiled softly and you and gave Natasha a look that sealed your fate for the night. You felt the older woman move behind you and rest your body against her chest. Her slim fingers made their way down to your nipples and started tugging on them.

“Yes yes yes” You chanted relishing in the touch of your lovers. You felt the coil in your stomach about to burst at their touch. But it was soon cut off when Natasha stopped touching you and Wandas magic ceased on your clit.

“Did you really think we’d let you cum that easily? Bad girls dont get to have fun” Wanda repeated her words from earlier coming back up so your faces are inches apart.

“B-But mommy” You whine trying to pull her closer and she responded by smacking your mouth.

“Do not talk back” She reprimanded with a harsh tone making you sink back into Natashas hold.

“Oh come on dont be so mean to her Wands. Our little baby just wanted our attention” Natasha cooed rubbing your cheek softly to soothe the sting.

“Stop being so soft of the little slut Natalia” Wanda sneered giving the russian her signature death glare.

“No, she’s just our dumb little baby who didn’t know any better” The russian played with your hair making Wanda roll her yes.

“She’s still getting punished for being a slut” The younger of the two women flicked her wrist again and the your clit started buzzing again.

“Oh fuck” You throw your head back onto Natasha in pleasure. One of Natashas hand found home around your throat applying just the right amount of pleasure.

The coil in your stomach was about to snap again feeling Wandas magic on your clit. Wanda stopped the magic once more making you whine in protest.

“Please mommy please let me cum” You begged the witch making her shake her head.

“Now what’s the fun in that when you get so worked up by me not?” She asked and Natasha just shook her head at the younger woman. You felt a shifting behind you and then Natasha was the one between your legs.

Wanda shot the spy a look that read ‘what are you doing?’. Natasha simply shook her head and parted your thighs.

“Well if you aren’t going to fuck her then i will” She simply said shrugging her shoulders and started eating your pussy. Wanda groaned at her girlfriend and slightly outed that her fun was over. She always knew the spy had a soft spot for you and Wanda did too expect for when you fuck up.

“Always so soft on her” Her words sent a chill down your spine making you look up on her.

“That doesn’t mean you have to be” Your words made her tilt her head and raise an eyebrow at you. “I-I like it when youre rough with me mommy” You say trying to pull on the magical restraints but failing.

Wanda just smiled and wrapped her hand around your throat and her mouth came into contact with your nipple. “Yes mommy-fuck-“ You moan when you feel Wanda biting and tugging on your nipple.

“So sweet detka” Natasha praised sticking two fingers in you hitting your g-spot. You threw your head back feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re enduring.

“Hurry up and make her cum” Wanda hurried Natasha as she stared at the spy making her speed up her actions.

“R-Right there-oh fuck- yes daddy yes!” The moan ripped itself from your throat and the coil in your stomach snapped as Natasha hit your g-spot just right.

“Good girl” She praised bringing you into a heated kiss. The two of you moaned as you tasted yourself on her lips. Wanda was quick to pull you two apart and settled herself in between your thighs again.

The witch wasted no time in shoving three fingers in you making you scream at the burn. She kept her eyes on you the whole time as Natasha started leaving marks on your chest and neck.

“Oh fuck mommy please can i cum?” You asked feeling your second orgasm build up. Wanda smirks and then rips her fingers out of you causing you so cry out.

“P-Please mommy” You beg pulling on your restraints. Wanda clutches your face in her hand again forcing you to look at her.

“Who do you belong to?” She asked giving you another smack on the cheek.

“You and Daddy i-i belong to you and Daddy” You responded to her question quickly which made her smile.

“You better start acting like it” She said and you nodded obediently as she made her way back down to your pussy. Natasha was still leaving marks on your neck when Wanda shoved her fingers back into you.

“Cum you little slut” Wanda urged fucking into you at a hard and rough pace. The coil in your stomach was building up at every stroke of your g-spot.

“R-Right there mommy fuck!” You screamed feeling your orgasm rip through you. Wanda continued to finger you not caring that you were pleading her to stop. Her fingers worked relentlessly against your core. It all became too much Natashas mouth of your nipple while Wanda fucked you hard had you reeling.

“Too much Mommy s-stop please!” Your attempt at pushing Wanda out with just your thighs failed you when she used her magic again to tie your thighs together.

“Fight me again and you wont get to cum for weeks” She muttered against your clit while her fingers were still in you.

At a certain point you lost how many orgasms your girlfriends had pulled out of you alternating between who fucked you. But after what felt like hours they finally stopped.

“I’m sorry for being a bad girl” You said in the midst of a fucked out haze. Both women laid next to you and Wanda tilted your chin to look at her.

“We’re sorry for ignoring you malysh. We’ll do better.. Just dont pull that again little one” She gave you a sweet kiss and then rubbed your cheek softly.

“We love you detka” Natasha whispered in your ear as her arms snaked around your waist.

“I love you guys too” You said with a dopey smile on your face. The three of you fell into a comfortable silence just enjoying the soft kisses and touches they gave you. That night they promised you no matter what that they’d never neglect their baby ever again.

~The end~

A/n: Sorry i kinda rushed this one i wanted to make sure i posted this one tonight since i have a few more kinktober fics coming out and i dont wanna keep not posting for days at a time!

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Baby, I'm Yours - Wanda Maximoff Oneshosts

Summary: The Avengers gain a new member, and Wanda Maximoff mistakenly assumes she has gained a rival instead of a friend. Or the one where Wanda has a crush that she doesn't know how to deal with. [Requested]

Warnings: really fluff, enemies to lovers, some kissing and a lot of teasing, avengers being a family, emo!Wanda and her first gay crush. | Words: 4.564k

A/N-> This was requested a while ago and I used it as practice for a winter soldier!reader idea that I had. Idk if I would ever make a series out of this idea, but it was fun to write this reader.

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Seven months after she joined the Avengers, someone else did too.

Unlike her, Sam was extremely excited by the news, he woke up early and somehow managed to convince Vision to join him in the welcome.

Wanda would have skipped the interaction - She only went to get breakfast and intended to spend the rest of the training-free day filled with interactions between the team, hiding in her room and watching old TV shows. But as soon as she noticed the little witch sneaking around the kitchen trying to go unnoticed by Sam's excited theories about who the new avenger would be, Natasha whistled and called out to her.

"Good morning, Maximoff. Do you intend to welcome our new colleague in pajamas?" The widow asked, hiding a teasing smile behind a cup of coffee.

The question already implied what Wanda had feared, and made her sigh. "I didn't know I was expected to take part in the welcome."

Nat grimaced softly - she seemed to be finding the whole thing very amusing.

"What an idea, Maximoff, of course you are! We were all there waiting for you when it was your turn."

She forced a smile, resisting the urge to snap back something bratty like "Thor wasn't". Deciding she had no reason to argue with Natasha, she busied herself with preparing some toast and pouring herself some tea.

When Sam suddenly tapped on the counter, everyone looked at him.

"I got it!" he declared excitedly. "I bet the new guy is Spider-kid!"

Nat frowned. "Who?" and then chuckled to the Falcon's obvious disappointment.

"Come on, the colorful vigilante who keeps throwing webs around? How come you've never heard of him?"

Assuming a thoughtful expression for a moment, Nat flipped through the newspapers on the counter before clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth.

"Ah, I think Tony's got his eye on that one." She says. "But, no, Wilson. The new recruit isn't the spider. And there's no point in giving me that look, as I won't spoil the surprise."

It looked like the subject was ending - at least that Sam was going to give up. It wasn't long before the rest of the team showed up for coffee, and Wanda mumbled a few good mornings back quickly before making her way to her own room, to change into something more presentable than fluffy pajamas.

But on the way to the bedroom, from one of the glass entrance doors, Steve Rogers appeared and he was accompanied.

"[...] Come on, we're early, they must still be having breakfast." Commented the older Avenger, busy taking off his coat, it took him a moment to notice that Wanda was in the hallway. She was staring, probably. "Oh, good morning, Wanda. I want you to meet someone."

But Wanda already knew you, straight from the television. And from the Shield's files of potential Avenger-level threats.

So maybe that's why when Steve said your name, patted you on the shoulder and you held out your hand for Wanda to shake, she just stared.

"Okay, not a handshaker." You mumbled awkwardly, lowering your arm. "You're Wanda Maximoff, mind reader and former enemy, right? I didn't expect the shock, given the circumstances."

"Hey, easy." Steve grumbled at your aggressiveness, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. Wanda narrowed her eyes at you, but you didn't look too intimidated, your posture relaxed and your hands in the pockets of your leather jacket. "That's in the past. We're all friends now. Aren't we, Wanda?"

With some resistance, she eventually forced a smile and tried to relax her posture. She sighed and nodded. "Of course, Steve. It's nice to meet you apart from the news, Miss Barnes. Should we wait for your brother to join us or does he still have Interpol on his back?"

You chuckle dryly. "Listen here, you-"

"Okay, enough." Steve interrupts, pulling you by the shoulders and giving Wanda a disapproving look. He also whispers that he'll have a talk with her later, but the witch turns away, dragging her feet back into the bedroom while you and Rogers head in the opposite direction.

On the way to the kitchen, you mutter: "And here I thought superheroes were polite."

The soldier chuckles briefly. "You tried to blow up the White House, you can understand the hesitation. Now come on, we've got the rest of the team to shock."

It had taken her hours to see you again, not that anyone had asked her opinion, but Steve had put you in the room next to hers on the justification that it would be good for the two of you to have someone close in age to pass the time.

Wanda grimaced and reminded him that you were about 150 years old. Steve chuckled.

"Technically, yes. But she spent almost all that time on ice, so she was only really around for less than 20 years. Can you please try to be friendly? You have more in common than you might think."

Wanda begrudgingly agreed to be the one to give you a tour of the tower. And so she could also discover that she was apparently the only Avenger who was hesitant about your presence on the team.

She knew your list of skills off the top of her head, but still wondered if you could read what she was thinking when you added; "Your hesitation is totally fine, Maximoff. It must be hard to share the podium as the team's coolest person, but you get used to it."

She chuckled awkwardly at the compliment mixed with teasing at the end of the tour. You offered her a farewell wink, thanking her for the favor before muttering that you needed a shower after several hours of driving. You disappeared to your own room before Wanda could come to a coherent conclusion as to why her heart was racing inside her chest.

Perhaps she was having a panic attack?

Wanda turned on her heels and made her way to Bruce's lab. A quick check-up would clarify things.

While assuring her that she didn't have a chronic arrhythmia, Bruce also - under the influence of Natasha and Tony - diagnosed her with something very common to teenage patients: a crush.

"Did you consider Miss Maximoff, that perhaps, you may have just liked her?"

She did not take this very well.

"What? That's ridiculous! I'm not even gay!" Bruce looked up from the normal results of the cardiology test she had demanded and offered her a small smile.

"All right, Miss Maximoff, maybe I made a mistake. You're probably just anxious about your return to action next week." The doctor suggested and Wanda stood up from the lab chair with an impatient huff.

"That's definitely it." She assured him, not wasting any more time on Bruce and his absurd theories after thanking him for the tests.

After such an unfortunate situation, Wanda began to avoid you. It was the most viable solution when someone caused her to have irregular heartbeats, sweat or tremors. Perhaps she was allergic to you.

Obviously, she should keep her distance.

But it seems that the team had other ideas.

"Barnes and Maximoff, you're together. No gloves, come on." Natasha arrived at the gym announcing, an iPad with the training schedule in hand. Wanda, who had spent a good few weeks with the successful plan of interactions limited to greetings, nearly had a stroke. At least her partner, Sam, was keen enough to hold off his punch before it got to her. Wanda hadn't even heard his comment about her getting distracted in a fight and her feet were moving towards the mat, her eyes quick to notice your breathless figure removing the fighting gloves you had been using on a practice dummy for the last few minutes.

"Let's see if training with Wilson has taught you anything, Maximoff." You commented with a smile that made her stomach jump. Something about your sweaty, panting appearance was making her dizzy.

The rest of the team spread out on the edges of the mat, interested to see the exercise, and it was only Natasha who came up to you to lead the whole thing.

"Start with the basics, I want to see Wanda's reaction time." The widow explained, squeezing the two of you on the shoulder. Before turning away completely, she raised a finger in warning to the younger brunette. "And no magic tricks, Maximoff. Even if you're losing."

Wanda smiled, rolling her eyes. Only once had she done that to Natasha and it seemed the widow would never let that story die.

Before the whistle blew, you looked her in the eye. "I'll take it easy on you, little witch." You whispered teasingly, and Wanda felt something burn in her lower belly. She also decided that she had to win because she had to get that smirk off her face.

It was an easier task than it looked - and it was all down to the fact that if there was one thing Hydra had taught her well, it was to exploit weaknesses.

And yours was to care about her. Every hesitation in your movements, your awareness of the super-soldier strength that could hurt her, made it very easy for Wanda to exploit it, slip away, and dodge all your blows. And there was something else too; a soft choke in your breathing every time she got too close, tangled up between one move and the next. The way your ears turned three shades redder when she managed to knock you over and landed on your chest.

"Wow, Maximoff really is kicking your ass." taunted Sam from the corner of the room, grinning at Barton and Nat.

You didn't seem to mind, licking your lips as you took a second look at the position Wanda now found herself in; sitting on your hips.

She did, however, give you an annoyed look. "Don't hold back, I can take it."

"I'm sure you can, little witch." You retorted ironically, leaning yourself fully back onto the mat.

Wanda grunted angrily, then grabbed the collar of your blouse. "Fight for real! I don't need you to take it easy, I can handle it."

The disarming was so quick that she barely had time to blink - one second she was on your hips, the next her back was pressed to the mat with her hands pinned to the side of her head.

Your body on top of hers, pressing her to the floor, made her choke.

For a moment, as your dilated eyes descend to her mouth, you also seem to forget what you were doing, and the audience around you.

But suddenly, you let go; a dry, humorless laugh escaping you as you stand up. And you turn to Nat as if you hadn't just dropped Wanda on the mat.

After ignoring you for weeks, she thinks she deserves it.

"Her fight is decent, so I think we had enough."

Nat raises an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. "Oh, are you the one deciding on the training now, Barnes?"

You smile briefly before retorting; "Come on, everyone knows she's not punching her way out of fights when she can use the energy tricks. It's a waste of time making the girl train like a soldier."

Natasha doesn't seem to agree. She follows you towards the locker room, arguing how important it is to eliminate the team's vulnerabilities, while the rest scatter around the gym, some giving up practicing to get something to eat and others going back to wrestling.

Wanda regrets sitting on the mat because in that position she can watch you at the locker room door, tugging at your training shirt, exposing a strong muscular back and a lot of skin because of the sports top that doesn't do much good to hide it.

Natasha continues to talk to you without taking any notice of the gesture, so Wanda is sure she's the problem. Her stupid brain and heart are clearly forgetting that she can't handle a crush right now.

She doesn't even have Pietro anymore, who, as soon as he'd finished tormenting her about it, would give her advice. Because he's always had a natural talent for this kind of thing, while the last time Wanda tried to flirt with a boy, it sounded like a threat.

She can't do this on her own. And with that conclusion, she tries to get over it. Maybe Google has some tips, or maybe, the walking computer that hangs around the tower can help.

"Vis?"

The synthesized man took his eyes off the book in his lap when Wanda called out to him, a few days after the training session where, since being pressed into a mat by you, Wanda found herself unable to think of anything else.

"Hello, Wanda." He greeted her gently, closing the pages and waiting for her to approach.

"I need your help with something."

"Oh, what would that be?"

Wanda pressed her lips together, her hands restless in front of her body. "Would you be able to tell me the most efficient way to... get over someone?" Vision frowned in surprise, and Wanda sighed. "Someone we shouldn't like. Definitely inappropriate."

Vis opens her mouth, still in shock at the whole thing, but it's someone else who speaks;

"What's definitely inappropriate?" Tony asks, and Wanda thanks the gods he didn't hear the first part.

"N-nothing!" Rebuts the witch quickly, the color of her cheeks probably giving her away. Stark looks at her suspiciously, then at Vis.

"Okay, what are you two love birds talking about?" The Vision would have blushed if he could. He gets visibly embarrassed, smiling shyly.

That's great as if Wanda needed one more extra thing to stress her out.

She can barely contain her grimace at the nickname, but Tony doesn't bother; Vision is at least quick to change the subject, and surprises Wanda with his ability to lie very well.

"We were just commenting on how inappropriate General Ross's accusations were at the last meeting." And that's enough to distract Stark.

Wanda practically flees the scene after that. For a long moment, she had even forgotten about the tension that had been swirling around the Avengers over the last few days, precisely because your absence from the compound made her - not that she would admit it - miss you terribly. And all she could think about was inevitably you, busy on missions with Steve in search of your brother James.

With your presence increasingly rare in the Compound, Wanda hoped that the crush would go away, but every time she happened to bump into you between missions, the feelings came back with an overwhelming force, like two lovers the war kept apart. It was frustrating, to say the least. Especially since Wanda was nothing more than a teammate. Hardly a friend.

When Lagos happened, and it was the worst thing that could possibly occur, at least Wanda had something else to think about. And this time, Ross's visit to the Compound was more than inappropriate - it was final.

Accords and fights between the team led to an unbearable situation. With half of her colleagues out for meetings with the United Nations, Wanda was still grounded at the Compound, waiting for news.

She didn't expect you to be sneaking around.

"You shouldn’t be here." That's the first thing she says as she fully opens the bedroom door you left ajar. Wanda could lie about being your fault that she found you, when in fact she had become an expert at sensing your aura over the last few weeks, the ability to just know when you were around, perfecting itself every time you two met.

You chuckle, without diverting your attention from the task of filling your backpack with as many things as you can squeeze inside. Wanda had the impression that many of the items you came to collect in your room were old presents; everything the others had gotten you over the last few holidays. Things that were precious.

"I'm aware. I won't be long." You retort, folding some socks together to put them away in the closet.

Wanda should call Vis - he's working as a sort of watchman for the tower or something. And he was supposed to notify Tony of your presence. But instead, she closes the door.

Twisting her fingers in anxiety, she asks:

"Where are you going to run off to?"

Offering her a quick glance as you returned to your suitcase to put away some underwear that made Wanda look away, you replied; "I can't tell you that, little witch."

Wanda almost smiled at the nickname. Instead, she took a desperate step forward.

"Would you take me with you?"

Standing back, you chuckle. "Funny."

"I wasn't joking."

You leave the St. Petersburg snow globe you got as a present from Natasha on the dresser and turn with a frown to the witch behind you. "Maximoff, come on-"

"I'm serious." She insists. "Stark grounded me. Like a fucking child. “ She then chuckles sadly. “Or worse, a problem he didn't want to deal with. And I know I fucked up in Lagos-"

"Don't say that, Lagos wasn't your fault." You interrupt her with a certain determination. "You need to remember that, alright?"

Wanda smiles softly at your reassurance, looking away because her face is suddenly very warm. You sigh then grab just one more change of clothes before zipping up your suitcase.

"It's not because of the company, Wanda." You mutter suddenly, with the backpack on your shoulders. She looks at you with confusion, but you don't meet her gaze. "I just don't think it's right, everything that's happening. And I don't think we should all be fighting with each other. But that's what's going to happen from now on. If you come with me, Steve probably expects you to be choosing sides. And I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt."

Her heart skips a beat, but Wanda takes a chance;

"Anyone... or me?"

You're taken aback, but you don't lose your poise. You sighed deeply before approaching her without haste, without any hint of what you were going to do either. Wanda opens her mouth again, to apologize for being so difficult, but you muffle the statement with a kiss.

It's the first time she's kissed another girl if that isn't obvious. She melts, panting and so very shy; it's a good thing that you hold her waist, while your other hand keeps your face close by grabbing her chin gently. Wanda's lungs scream for air after a moment, but she refuses to pull away from a sensation as good as kissing you.

Something like a whimper of need escapes her when you break the act, or maybe it's the way you give her lower lip a gentle tug with your teeth that leaves her trembling, ready to beg for more.

"Sorry if that was sudden." It's the first thing you say, your voice is hoarse, and as affected as your breathing. You smile, your thumb wiping away some of the mess left by Wanda's gloss. "But I think it took us long enough."

She babbles like a fish, unable to form a coherent thought for a whole moment. You wait patiently, your hands touching her shoulders, sliding down her arms as a way of calming her. Wanda has dreamed so much of feeling you that the touch meant to ease her nerves has quite the opposite effect; every inch of skin you touch tingles.

"H-how... did you know?" she asks, and you give a short laugh.

"I didn't." You retort gently. "Not for sure, at least. Not until two seconds ago when you asked to come with me. I had this... feeling. And this tension. Every time we walked into the same room, every time we were alone. I just felt…” You can put it into words exactly, so you just take a deep breath and smile at her. “I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, that the way I felt was making me imagine things but then you came in here. Sneak out into my room and ask if you could leave this fancy tower to run away with me to fight. I just had to be sure."

Wanda bites back a shy smile, feeling the heat spreading from her chest to her face and eras, and knowing for a fact that it's only going to get worse because of the way you're looking at her.

She tries to get some ground again.

"And are you..." A sigh, as one of your hands settles on her waist. "Sure?"

You hum thoughtfully before breaking the distance, kissing her in a different way than before. It's more intense and hungrier. Your tongue invades her mouth, exploring everywhere and your hands prevent her from pulling away when the oxygen is off. Every needy sound that escapes her is muffled against into lips.

Wanda tentatively follows the rhythm, one of her hands wrapping in your hair. Your backpack falls to the ground and you hold her tighter now, pulling her into you. It's a significant difference between a super-soldier's body and her own, and just the quick memory of you pressing her against the mat makes her moan into your tongue.

The sound makes you lose your mind - Your hands become more determined, the kiss desperate. Wanda struggles for air, exposing the collarbone that keeps you busy as she tries to catch her breath. You bite down on her skin and she arches against you, her hands becoming bold enough to scratch your back and pull up your blouse.

But you break into a husky chuckle, slowing the kiss and pulling away to remind her; "We have to go." Between one touch and the next, "We don't have time."

She needs a whole moment to force her brain to work, and even after you're no longer touching her, and she's sneaking off to her own room to prepare a suitcase, she's still shaking.

When you meet again, running hand in hand with suitcases back to the garage, Wanda is surprised to realize that she was foolish to be afraid of something as good as this.

That is, of course, until reality hits again.

Wanda has never seen you in action as a Winter Soldier before. She saw it through television, Shield files, and testimonies about deserters captured by the Avengers.

But she was never there.

The Avengers split up and fought each other, and your brother fled with Steve Rogers. She thought you were safe on the plane with them, she made sure you got on - but she didn't see you climb off.

Wanda accepted being captured, she accepted being drugged as a security measure. And throughout the confusion that was the transportation of the Avengers in custody to the Raft, she thought she was hallucinating the whole way there. The masked figure attacking the soldiers and opening the cells was a projection of the sedative in her mind.

She only knew what had really happened, had been able to remember, when you both were already in another country as fugitives from the United Nations.

You were by her side the whole time. You held her on your lap after getting rid of the straitjacket that had trapped her and lay down next to her when there was finally a secure roof over your heads.

Wanda was exhausted. She had lost the only thing she had left; her freedom. There was no longer a home, a team, a brother. She was drugged and trapped like an animal by people she considered family.

She started crying, and you woke up. You didn't say a word or ask her to stop. You just held her and let her sob into your chest until she fell asleep again, this time from exhaustion rather than through the influence of chemicals.

When what was left of the team moved on the following day, to another location to avoid suspicion as Natasha clarify it, Wanda got the impression that maybe it was you who needed her to hold you until you went to sleep now.

Bucky didn't come back, and neither of you knew what had happened to him or Steve.

Wanda let you cry all you wanted.

But then finally, everyone who had fought for Steve was back together. Even Clint and Scott, who would probably make deals for their families, to try to be with them, and would have to leave soon. For a moment, everyone was there and you found out that your brother was going to stay in Wakanda to be free again.

It wasn't perfect, but it was a good moment. Steve got food for everyone, you had something that resembled a Christmas, or at least an end-of-year celebration.

We're alive and safe. We're together. Steve was a man of words.

Even if they were sharing a safe house that was too small for such a group. Even if half the world was after them.

The team fell asleep between sleeping bags and sofas, and you left the trailer to get some air. Wanda went after you without thinking much about it.

"It's cold, witchy." You commented as soon as she was close enough, even though you opened your arms for her to wrap hers around you.

Your back was against Nat's truck, and Wanda pressed a little closer to hide her face in your collarbone.

"Where are you going to run off to?" She questions into your skin.

You sigh, one hand caressing her back. "I don't know." You confess quietly. "I wouldn't get to Wakanda with this, but I wasn't feeling very well in there. Having a Christmas meal without him."

Wanda adjusts her face to look at you. "Bucky needs to heal first."

You nod, giving her a sad smile. "I know, but Steve told me they put him back on ice. Until they found out what they were going to do with him. Just the fact that he's there, freezing again... " You look away, sniffling softly. "It reminds me of the past, our time as Winter Soldiers. And It makes me very sad.” You explain softly before sighing. “I know there's nothing we can do to help him now, but it's all so frustrating. I just needed to get out of there for a moment."

Wanda absorbs your words for a moment until she returns to her previous position and smiles as she feels you relax and put your arms around her.

She murmurs; "It's a shame we can't go out there. Natasha said this place has beautiful spots to visit."

You snort slightly. "Actually, we could drive somewhere further away. Far from the city." You comment. "We can watch the Aurora Borealis."

Wanda bites her lip for a moment, considering your invitation, until she adds; "Just the two of us?"

You chuckle. "Unless you want to wake up the team..."

"No, I wasn't complaining!" She clarifies quickly, and you start laughing again.

She taps you gently on the shoulder to make you stop. "Idiot."

"Your idiot." You hit back with a smirk, and Wanda's heart stops beating for a moment. There's a pause, between exchanging intense glances as you bring your hands to her face, adjusting her hair out of the way. "Don't forget, witchy."

She swallows dryly, her voice hoarse when she speaks: "I won't." She whispers back and you smile before pressing your lips into hers.

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Wanda and Natasha walk into the diner and wrap Y/N in a hug…

Natasha: hey Y/N what’s wrong?

Y/N: my date never showed up

Wanda: oh detka. We will make it all feel better

Natasha: that girl wasn’t worth your time.

Y/N: wait! How would you know?

Wanda: I may have used some magic on her to make sure she wouldn’t show up

Y/N: what?!

Natasha: shh…you’re all ours now

Wanda: (purrs) we’ll be better girlfriends than she ever could be.

Y/N: o-okay

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skylarinfinity · 5 months

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[male reader and america learning why sweet wanda maximoff turn into 'heartless' scarlet witch]

male reader : [looking at strange with deadpan expression] so why you saying is she have really bad mental illnesses but nobody there's to help her?

america : including you, who know everything happened but only show up because YOU NEED HELP?

strange : i-

male reader : [shaking his disappointed] it's no wonder she going rogue! i'm sorry but we will not helping you strange [teleport away with america]

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket @panandinpain0 @badblondebisexualboy

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missmonsters2 · 8 months

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Mirror, Mirror | One

Please do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere else.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: The thought of something more had never really crossed Wanda's mind when it came to you. Best friends for 10 years and there hasn't even been one instance of accidental sexual tension. You're her best friend, that's all—until someone points out that you obviously have a very specific type when it comes to dating.

Warnings: best friends to lovers. shenanigans. jealousy, jealousy. sexual tension. pining. yearning. sexual thoughts. spicy (tumblr's version). stupid steve. neurotic nat. brat & stinky. bug as in shutterbug.

*explicit version will only be available on Ao3 & will be posted there after series is completed*

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It's strange how sometimes a single sentence can change someone's entire life.

Wanda's thought about what sentences could change her life—usually, they're morbid and depressing.

'You have cancer.'

'Someone you love has died horrifically in an accident.'

'Your cat actually finds living with you miserable and would prefer the dangers of living in the streets.'

Never in a million years would Wanda ever think it'd be, 'Hey, have you ever noticed how your best friend exclusively only dates girls who look like you?'

And don't get Wanda wrong. It wasn't a morbid or depressing change; it was just...a change. An irrevocable change because now, Wanda couldn't stop thinking about it or noticing it.

This was all Steve's fault.

Because if someone like Stupid Steve could notice something like that, it had to mean something, right? But as Wanda remembers about the past girls you've hooked up with and brought around, she doesn't know what to make of it.

A part of Wanda wishes she had never talked to Steve that night at the bar.

"Where's Vis?" Steve asked, looking around.

"With Tony playing pool, I think," Wanda shrugged. She doesn't particularly keep track of where her on-and-off boyfriend goes. She thinks they might be on an off-period right now, anyway.

"And where's—oh, nevermind, there she is," Steve started to say but cut off when they both saw you across the bar talking with the bartender, flirting over drinks—which were probably free if Wanda could guess.

Wanda's slightly annoyed because it's been a long week without seeing you, and Wanda's been used to seeing you almost every day for the past several years of her life. But you've been gone on a work trip this week for a wedding shoot and only came home just a little after lunch and needed an immediate long nap before tonight's get-together.

That meant Wanda was sorely missing out on best-friend time, and now you were off flirting shamelessly with the hot bartender. Wanda's rooting for you, make no mistake. The bartender is definitely easy on the eyes, luscious hair, and lips—something Wanda knows you're weak for.

Plus, Wanda's worried you're not anywhere near getting close to settling down. She wants you to be in a happy, fulfilling relationship. But she supposes she's in no position to talk herself.

Wanda loves Vision without a doubt, but their relationship is definitely chaotic, and Vision keeps pushing for something more serious now that they've been dating (sporadically) for a long time. She's been considering it in her downtime and thinks it might make sense as the next step.

Best friends do everything together, right? So, maybe if Wanda decided to take the next step in a serious relationship, you'd find someone to commit to seriously as well.

Then, both of you could get married at the same time. Then, they could buy a house in the same neighborhood right next to each other. There'd be endless double dates and vacations together. Wanda wouldn't have to miss you.

But first, Wanda needed to regain lost best-friend time, one-on-one style.

"Hey, you know what I just noticed?" Steve said, breaking Wanda's drifting thoughts.

"What?"

"Bug—"

Wanda makes a face at your nickname. Granted, it was Wanda's fault you ended up with it back in your first year of university. You never let her forget it, especially now that you're a professional photographer.

"—over there has a very specific type she goes after for girls," Steve mused, sipping his whiskey before continuing. "I mean, they always have green eyes and brunette—wait, that's not true. She had two red-headed girlfriends in our last year of university. They still had green eyes, though."

"Oh," Wanda said, unsure what to say since she's never paid attention to the girls you were dating. On average, they were a brief fling, and only a few lasted longer than half a year. "I guess so?"

Wanda distantly thinks about how she dyed her hair auburn in her last year of university because she was looking for a change that year and Natasha was insistent that she'd look amazing. Wanda recalls you were a fan of the look.

"Yeah," Steve nodded along. "Ironically, they always look like you in some way. Check out that bartender now—long, wavy-haired brunette with green eyes. She's got thick, long lips and even does that dark eye-shadow makeup thingy like you."

Steve just laughed it off, finishing his drink, thinking nothing more of it before he started talking about Bucky.

But it was like something clicked into place in Wanda's brain. A daunting realization that she was wholly unprepared for and not equipped to do anything about.

Wanda watched as the bartender clocked off for the night and dragged you into a corner booth, drinks in hand. It gave Wanda the perfect view that the bartender wore many rings just like she did.

In the poor privacy of the dimly lit corner booth, there was a staunch and needy kiss from the two of you, and Wanda swallowed roughly.

From here, if you were none the wiser, Wanda could be easily mistaken for the girl in the booth with you.

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Sometimes, Wanda believes she's just being absolutely ridiculous. So what if you go after girls who share the same features as her? That didn't have to mean anything. You've always told Wanda she was beautiful, and it was perfect how you said it.

It didn't feel insincere or creepy. It felt good to know her best friend thought she was absolutely gorgeous. But just because you thought she was beautiful doesn't mean you harbored secret feelings for her.

You'd be insulted if you knew Wanda had ever thought that. She'd just be another one of those girls Wanda's seen you humble on multiple occasions when they found out you dated women, and they were worried you might have a crush on them.

But then, Wanda couldn't stop thinking she actually might be one of those girls because then she'd think about if you didn't consider her like that, it wasn't about her looks but something about her personality that wasn't your type.

And what could that be?

Wanda thought long and hard, trying to remember the girls you've introduced her to.

Sometimes they were funny, and Wanda was funny. She made you laugh all the time. She specifically remembered one time in high school when she made you laugh so hard you peed your pants just a little.

Sometimes they were intellectual, and while Wanda didn't have an IQ of 160, she did fairly well academically and was on the right track in her career.

Sometimes they were charming, and Wanda was the type where she got more charming the more you got to know her.

So, Wanda just doesn't understand. She's nowhere further with her thinking ever since this weird information has been bestowed upon her.

Maybe it all just means nothing. You just didn't feel that way about Wanda despite the type of girls you dated suggesting otherwise. You didn't need a reason for it, and maybe the fact you only felt friendship for her was the reason.

"Wanna order pizza in tonight?"

Wanda turns her head from the tv and notices you've put your book down. "Hm, not really. We had pizza last week," Wanda shakes her head.

"How about that Greek place that just opened up on Willington Ave?" You suggest. "Pretty sure I heard you grumbling about wanting Greek food earlier this week."

"I was not grumbling!" Wanda scoffs but smiles when you raise your eyebrow at her. "Okay, I was grumbling a little."

You snicker as you pull out your phone to order delivery. "Oh, sweet golden best friend of mine, whatever shall you do when you get married to Vis, who hates Greek food. Do I foresee a life of Greekless cuisine? Oh, the suffering you'll go through!"

"I don't need him to like it," Wanda slaps your arm, sticking her tongue out before she cuddles you. "I have you to eat it with."

You laugh unabashedly, a sound that Wanda's accustomed to hearing the joyful sound. "Better hope the person I marry also hates Greek cuisine. I don't know if I can live a life of eating double the Greek food. I love tzatziki sauce, but if I grow to hate it from eating it too much, I will make you suffer the consequences of that."

Your voice trails off as you focus on ordering food, unable to see the cogs in Wanda's head turning.

It's all so easy. There's no tension, no electric vibes happening. Just best friends enjoying the banter and making plans to eat.

It was all in Wanda's head, right? You're her best friend, so of course you'd know everything about her.

The right type of friendship is fulfilling and soul-connecting, and that's what Wanda has with you. When you have a one-in-a-million connection like that, the line between friendship and romance is thin, isn't it?

Wanda hates Steve. She'd never think about this if it wasn't for Stupid Steve. She can hear his dumb laugh, blissfully ignorant about the observation bomb he dropped upon her.

"Do you wanna get ice cream after?" You ask, throwing your phone to the side. "I'll even treat you to the gelato despite knowing I'm going to suffer through your crazy farts later."

"Oh my god, I'm going to trap you under the blanket with it just for that!"

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Within two months, Wanda forgets about it. Forgets, as in that she decides to drop it (let it linger in the deep depths of her brain that she refuses to acknowledge), and resolves that Steve has no brain cells and has no idea what he's saying.

"Have you seen my strapless black top?" Wanda shouts from her room with the door open. "The one with the v-shaped front!"

"In your closet!" You yelled back from the living room, not taking your eyes off your phone.

"I can't find it," Wanda whines, and she hears you sigh as you get up. The footsteps approach her room, and she finds you standing at the door with an unimpressed look.

"I don't want to hear it," Wanda sniffs.

"Hear what, brat?" You say with a brow raised before you start rummaging through her closet. The nickname was a joke you started that Wanda was entirely a spoiled person, exhibiting bratty behavior at times. "That I'm not gonna be your roommate forever, so you need to learn to fold it yourself before putting it away?"

Wanda makes grumbling noises that are mostly nonsensical but smiles when you pull out the top she was looking for.

"You are the apple of my eye, stinky," Wanda grabs the top from you before she runs into her washroom to briefly change into it.

"A match made in heaven, yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes with good humor. "Hurry up, Natasha will kill us if we're late for Yelena's birthday. They're on an upwards mend in their relationship, so she's been so unbearably uptight lately to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"I know, I know," Wanda mutters, carefully pulling the top over her head to not ruin her makeup.

"Alright, I'll hail us a cab, meet me outside."

"Wait, wait!" Wanda calls out. "I need help putting on my necklace."

You chuckle, walking back just as Wanda steps out of the bathroom with the delicate necklace she wants to wear.

"Alright, alright, relax," you tell her. "Your accent gets really strong when you're stressed."

"You're stressing me out by rushing me," Wanda scrunches her nose even though you can't see it. "I'm also stressed knowing that you have to rush me, or I'll spend the party getting lectured by Natasha."

Wanda's voice comes out husked with the accent, something she's struggled between hating or loving, but mostly loving since you've expressed how lovely it is.

You grab the necklace from her hand, and Wanda moves her hair out of the way. The routine of it all starts to bleed the tension out of her shoulders.

Then, that horrible Stupid Steve Sentence kicks into her brain.

It's only as you put your arms over, placing the necklace against Wanda's chest, and focusing on trying to get the clasp in. Wanda can feel your warm breath against her neck, summoning goosebumps along her arms. You're so close, and she can feel the heat of your body radiating onto her, your fingers just barely brushing against her.

The tension comes suddenly, squeezing inside her chest as her breathing slows and shakes. Her body warms in an unexpected way.

"Ah, got it," you say, but Wanda can only focus on your voice and breath on the shell of her ear. "Cute necklace but the clasp is so annoying."

You pull away and start walking off. "C'mon, I bet if we tip our taxi driver an extra $20 bucks, they'll speed and we can pray we're on time."

Wanda's left standing there, knowing she probably sounds like she's fresh out of Sokovia with how stressed she is. Her right eye twitches.

Was that...Wanda gulps. Was that sexual tension?

And was she the only one who felt it?

Fuck.

She's going to kill Steve.

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Natasha's absolutely neurotic when they arrive. It's just a simple backyard party, but it almost looks like a wedding venue with all the catering and flowers.

Wanda's pretty sure Natasha's only being like this because she's overthinking about whether to cling to Yelena or give her sister some space to mingle with others. She seems to be sizing up Kate, who Yelena might be seeing, but it hasn't been confirmed.

Yelena looks between exasperated with Natasha and secretly happy about the entire thing. Wanda can sympathize with her. After all, she's also a little sister, and Pietro can also be way too overprotective. Sometimes she's glad he's abroad in Europe for work while she remains in New York, but she misses him more often than she admits.

"Alright, alright, Natasha," you groan, and Wanda's mind slips back into the conversation. "We're 3 minutes late, relax, will you? Damn, are you always gonna be like this until you and Yelena get back into whatever sibling bond you had before? Hope you're just like this with us because otherwise, you're gonna scare away all her friends, and she's going to hate you."

"Oh my god, do you think she'll really hate me?" Natasha bites her bottom lip in worry while looking around at all the people that they can only assume she's nagged about being late or whatever mishap.

"Oh, man," you sigh, putting your hand on her shoulders before pushing her towards the bar. "You need some drinks and maybe some desserts in you."

Wanda's about to follow you when you turn around and nod your head in a different direction. She looks over and sees you're nodding toward Vision.

"You should go say hi to him," you tell her. "You've been complaining about not seeing him all last week, even though I don't know why you guys won't just FaceTime, but I digress. Come find me later, or I'll find you after."

You look over at Natasha, who's peering on her tippy toes to see if she can find Yelena.

"And, hopefully, I'll have ditched this nutjob," you whisper conspiratorially and laugh when Natasha turns around to smack your arm.

"I heard that!"

Wanda chuckles as you walk off with Natasha while she turns and heads toward Vision. Despite how she was complaining about not seeing Vision last week because she did miss him, her expression was sour as she made her way toward him.

Vision spots her immediately and waves at her with a warm smile. Wanda feels herself somewhat loosened at his expression. They'd also been friends a long time before they started on-and-off dating, so at the very least, she does miss his easy friendship.

"Hey," Vision hugs her, slightly rubbing her back before he pulls away but keeps his arm around her. "It's been a while; you look lovely."

"Thanks," Wanda smiles with a shrug. She looks around and sees he's standing with Tony and Pepper. "How are you guys?"

"Could be better," Tony sighs dramatically. "Natasha won't let me do any of my cool party tricks as if I'm going to ruin her little sister's party. If anything, I could make it the party of the century!"

Pepper rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "We were just talking about how we're thinking of going to the Bahamas for vacation in December and escaping the cold. We've invited you and Vision along since it's been awhile since we've all gone together. Of course, we can also invite Bug and Natasha."

"Oh," Wanda says for a lack of anything else to say. She doesn't know how to feel about it, but she peers over at Vision, who's just smiling at her and looking eager about it.

"I need another drink if I'm going to suffer through this party," Tony sighs. "Maybe I can convince Yelena instead!" He grins, dragging Pepper along, and they walk off together.

"So, what do you think?" Vision asks when they're alone. "I didn't want to reply on your behalf since I wasn't sure, but I think it'd be good for us. I've missed you," Vision pauses as if he's about his next words but then says, "a lot."

"Yeah, me too," Wanda starts to say, but then her brain gets all haywire because it feels like a lie. She did miss him, but did she miss him a lot? "I think."

"You think?"

Wanda wants to smack her forehead because she didn't mean to say that out loud. "I mean, I was complaining a lot that I haven't seen you in a while all last week."

"Yeah, work has just been overwhelming. I get so tired after work, I just can't keep up with the texting or calls."

But you can, Wanda thinks. Granted, you're her roommate, so it's easier. But even when you have to go on work trips, you regularly text her no matter what time and squeeze in a quick call, even if it's just to say goodnight.

The entire thing makes Wanda bite her tongue because why was she even thinking about that? That was completely irrelevant to Vision.

Then—because as if just thinking about you wasn't enough—her eyes trail across the room, and the scene before her makes Wanda even more confused about her feelings.

You're standing there with Natasha at the bar, but it looks like Natasha's calling someone over to introduce you to them.

Another brunette with long, wavy hair, like she just had a blowout done. Wanda's not 100% sure from this distance, but she has an inkling that the brunette also has green eyes. She's wearing a white halter top and wide-legged sage green pants. She wears a lot of rings, but her makeup is lighter and more summery compared to Wanda's darker, smokey eye makeup.

In short, this woman was the clean girl aesthetic version of Wanda.

And you look interested.

This was ridiculous, Wanda fumes, feeling her stomach sink and cheeks flare hot in anger. As quick as the anger came, it dissipated.

Why was she so angry?

She feels betrayed, and her thoughts are turning very ugly. Wanda is definitely not being a girl's girl right now with how much she's thinking she's better than the girl in front of you.

But that just makes everything so much more confusing.

"Wanda?"

Wanda turns her head back to Vision. He looks concerned, and even when his eyes trail toward what Wanda's staring at, there's no additional reaction. He's not upset that she's staring at you, and that has to mean something, right?

It must mean there was never a concern about how Wanda might've felt about you. Sure, there were a few things Wanda couldn't be without, and you were one of them, but nobody can't be without their best friend.

No one had ever blinked twice about you and Wanda.

Except now.

And that person was Wanda herself.

The more Wanda thought about the entire thing, the more she became curious. The idea of you dating people who looked like Wanda was intriguing. She wanted to ask questions but didn't know what to ask.

It might mean nothing, but it also might mean something.

And if it does mean something, Wanda wants to know what exactly it is.

Therefore, Wanda needs nothing in her way to find out the truth and exactly what she wants, regardless of the answer.

This was insane, wasn't it? Wanda's always been ambivalent about dating women. She's never gone out of her way to try it since she had Vision. Never mind entertaining thoughts about dating her best (girl)friend. And now, she was giving everything up in the pursuit of finding out what it could mean that her best friend was dating her lookalikes—and why she cared.

Wanda doesn't even know what she'll want to do with that information.

Wanda looks at Vision, peering at his features she's always found handsome. When she thinks back, she's not even sure why she complained to you about how she hasn't seen or heard from him lately. She hadn't even gone out of her own way to do something about it.

"I'm not going on the trip. I don't think I actually missed you like that."

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The girl introduced to you was named Raye, Natasha's coworker that recently moved from Nashville. It was also confirmed she has green eyes, though they had specks of brown in them. She was a southern belle with a bold attitude, witty, and a wicked sense of humor. All in all, undeniably charismatic.

At least, that's what you told her in private because all Wanda could feel was unrestricted aggravation with the other girl. The southern twang made Wanda's eye twitch, mostly because she knew you were head over heels for accents.

"And then before I knew it, I was panicked and more lost than a blindfolded turkey on thanksgiving!"

You burst out laughing while Wanda's expression is stony, but when you look at Wanda, she forces a smile on her lips.

"Hahaha," Wanda dryly let out. "So funny."

But it wasn't. What the fuck did that even mean?

Raye continues to talk while you listen with rapt interest, and Wanda takes the time to observe your features in a way she's done many times before but with a different mindset.

Your lips are curved in a smile, glistening from your chapstick. They're shapely, and they look soft. It rivals her favorite feature of yours, which is your eyes. They've always been so expressive with her, and Wanda's been around long enough that she knows what every expression means. She can tell when they glint with mischievousness or are soft with immense compassion and empathy.

"So, what did you think of Raye?" You ask Wanda as you leave the party.

"She's cool, I guess," Wanda answers nonchalantly.

The rest of the party was excruciating between Raye constantly hanging around you and Wanda also being too nervous to be alone with you.

"Really cool," you sigh with a grin. "Glad I got her number. It's been a while since I've met someone so funny."

Was she funny, though? Wanda wonders.

"Funnier than me?" Wanda finds herself asking.

"No one could be funnier than you, brat," you smirk. "I almost peed myself laughing again when you almost knocked off Yelena's cake. I thought Natasha was about to enter into a coma." You snicker while Wanda rolls her eyes with a smile.

"Glad I can always give you the biggest laughs, stinky."

Wanda glances over at your face, recognizing the excitement by the brightness in them. It's just another reminder that, as your best friend, she knows you like the back of her hand.

But lately, when Wanda watches you pick up girls, she can tell when they're heady with desire. That look hasn't been directed at her, and Wanda wants to know what it'd be like if it were.

Wanda recalls the night you kissed the bartender and imagines if it had been her instead. She pictures your hand sliding across her jaw and cheek while your other pulls her closer at the waist.

It's horrifying when a slow pit of arousal builds in Wanda's gut and...other regions. It feels utterly frightening and wrong like she's betraying the friendship for having and then reacting to such thoughts about you.

But there's another part—the part that tells Wanda there's nobody in this world that she loves more than you. The mere idea of ever being apart from you was unfathomable. Wanda could and has endured so many things, and it would always be okay as long as she had you.

So, knowing that Southern Belle Raye has the potential to be more than a one-night stand to you, Wanda realizes that she has a very small window to not only come to terms with her newfound feelings but also act on them as well.

If this didn't go well, Wanda would definitely murder Steve.

PART TWO

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steinfellds · 2 years

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Little Kitty

Pairing: Mom!Wanda x Child!Reader

Summary: Your mom takes you to meet Natasha's cat, Liho but you're not the best at first impressions.

493 Words

a/n: did i cut this short? yes, yes i did. do i care? yes, it's annoying me i cant write many words </3

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You kicked your legs excitedly around as your mom tied them, chewing noisily on your banana slice.

Wanda looked up at you with a sigh, "Y/n, what'd I say about chewing with your mouth open?" She's been trying to teach you for weeks that eating with your mouth open isn't respectful but you keep forgetting.

You smiled sheepishly and started chewing with your mouth closed, "Sorry, mama."

Wanda hit your leg softly and stood up, holding her hands out.

"All done! You ready to meet Liho?"

You nodded and grabbed onto Wanda's hand. Natasha showed you a picture of her cat a couple of days ago and you had been absolutely obsessed with it.

You begged your mom to let you go see her but Natasha was busy with work things so you had to wait.

But you could finally meet her today!

Wanda was a tiny bit nervous about you meeting Liho because you're very clumsy and sometimes don't understand when people or animals need personal space.

The car ride to Natasha's apartment only took 15 minutes but by that time, you were practically vibrating with excitement.

When Wanda unbuckled you from your seat, she went to put you on her hip but you started to squirm around. Wanda likes to take her sweet time walking up to people's front door and you wanted to get inside quicker than that.

Wanda let out a laugh at your eagerness, "Okay, okay! Down you go,"

As soon as your feet touched the ground, your little feet took you sprinting to Natasha's door.

"Auntie Nat! Auntie Na-" You banged loudly on her door with your fists.

"Y/n, banging on the door loudly does not get me here any faster" Natasha scolded as you opened the door and let you inside.

You giggled and ran past her, immediately searching for Liho.

You quickly found the cat and scooped her up in your arms. You dug your finger nails roughly into her when she started to squirm around, letting out a distorted meow.

"Y/n! Put Liho down, you're hurting her," Wanda's demanding voice made you drop the cat in an instant.

"Mama, she kept moving around," You whined, watching Liho walk over to Natasha.

Natasha picked Liho up and brought her over to you, stroking her fur to help calm her down.

"Copy how I touch her, sweetheart."

You raised your hand and softly started touching her back. Liho tensed up at your touch but relaxed when Natasha hushed her.

"See? She likes that."

You smiled and sat down on the floor, patting your lap.

"Sit with me?"

Natasha placed Liho in your lap, half expecting her to immediately get up and leave but to her surprise she sat there.

You let out a happy squeal and continued patting her back. You loved having her in your lap.

Wanda knew the moment you left Natasha's you would be bugging her to get a cat.

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lizziesribbons · 21 days

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Quiet |

PAIRING: MOMMY! WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEM! READER

Summary: Wanting attention from Wanda on a day off, you find yourself on her lap, her fingers buried deep inside you as she attends her online meeting.

Warnings: Smut 18+ men and minors dni!!!! Degradation, but aftercare at the end: omg, fingering, slight choking if you squint, pet names (baby, bunny, princess)

Author's note: just reminding you guys that my first language is not English, so if there are any grammatical errors, PLEASE IGNORE THEM AND MOVE TF ON. Also, I'm pretty fucking awkward when I'm writing.

Wc: 1.5k

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It was a Sunday. You woke up from your afternoon nap hoping you would find your girlfriend right next to you with her legs tangled in yours, but that wasn't the case. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked for her, calling out her name. You looked around, not getting an answer, so you stood up from your bed and went outside your shared bedroom. "Wandaaaaaaa," you shouted. "In here, darling," you heard her say. The voice was coming from her home office, so you made your way over there and knocked. You knew better than to just barge into your girlfriend's office. Wanda was anything but soft regarding this; she has told you many times not to disturb her while she's working in her home office, as she said something like, "You're a big distraction; I can't focus when you're around," so you respected her privacy.Wanda called you in, and you went inside, seeing her sitting in her work chair. Her laptop was open, but you didn't bother to see what she was doing. She was wearing a white, almost see-through shirt with no bra that made you throb between your legs. "Yes, detka?" You made your way over and sat on her lap, not giving her time to object. "What are you doing, mama?"

Wanda smiled, giving you the tiny bit of attention you desperately craved. She rubbed your back softly as you lean more in. "Just some work, bunny. I've got a Zoom meeting with my boss in 5 minutes," she said as she rubbed soothing circles down your back.You made a quick "ohhh" face and said, "Mommy, can I kiss you?" She stops you from leaning in too close. "Just a peck, sweetheart. I don't want my lipstick all smugged in my face, okay?" You nod as you lean in closer, holding her face and kissing her. Not being able to stop, you start to kiss her deeper as Wanda holds you by your neck and yanks you away. "I told you, just a peck! Look, my lipstick is ruined now, bunny," she said, looking at you with a smile. "Sorry, m' mmy, I couldn't help myself." You mumble as you blush in embarrassment. Wanda's facial expressions change suddenly into something darker, her smile converting into a smirk as she looks at you as her innocent doll.

"Is my baby needy for mommy's attention? All icky down there need mommy's help." She talks to you like a person would to their dog or any pet. "Please." You whine, not understanding why she's teasing you. All of a sudden, "No baby, I have my meeting in less than a minute." She shifts and makes you face the other way, so your back is facing her. "But you will not be going anywhere because I don't trust you in this state. You're a desperate slut, and you will go against mommy's orders and touch yourself, so just stay quiet and sit still in my lap." You nod while whining as you adjust yourself in her lap.

Wanda started the meeting, the first 10 minutes were okay you were sitting comfortably in her lap until suddenly her hands starts roaming around, you look back at her to see what she's up to but you were only met with a straight face as she paid no mind to you at all, her hands reached the waistband of the underwear you were wearing as she takes them down you let out a quiet moan as soon as the air touch your clit, Wanda muted the call all of a sudden and softly whispered in your ear "be quiet" as she continue on like nothing happened, her index and middle fingers starts to rub your clit as you throw your head back over her shoulder arching your back to lean your hips more into her giving her more access as she rubs harder, she wents on talking to her boss about work like she's literally not making you a desperate mess over here on her lap Her fingers find their way to your entrance, and she puts two of them in as you try your best to not make a sound, but as she starts rubbing your clit while pumping her fingers in, you can't help but whimper, which makes Wanda hold your neck and put a little pressure on you as she whispered in your ear,

"Shhhh, shut up. You don't want mommy's boss hearing how much of a slut you are now, do you?" You shake your head as you try your best not to moan. Her hand leaves your neck and goes under your shirt, tugging and rolling your nipple harshly as you arch your back, letting out a soft moan. Wanda is quick to remove her fingers from your pussy, and before you can whine, she puts them in your mouth to shut you up and whispers in your ear, "You fucking slut, you can't keep quiet for a minute." "Miss Maximoff, is everything alright?" Wanda heard her boss say, "Yeah, no, I actually have something to do. I'm so sorry. Can we move this meeting? I'll meet you tomorrow at the office if that's alright." With that, they say their greetings, and Wanda shuts her laptop off, her fingers still in your mouth, making you suck on them greedily.

"Fuck bunny, you are so hot for mommy, like a bitch in heat. I bet you want to be fucked so bad, don't you, baby?" She asked with faux innocence as you desperately nodded, blabbering something around her fingers, which Wanda only just laughed at. "You're so needy; it's pathetic; really, I feel sorry for you." Wanda watched you with amusement as you tried your best not to just hump the desk infront. Suddenly, two of her fingers entered you and immediately started Thursting inside, adding another finger, she kept hitting your weakest spot. Three of her fingers in your pussy and two of them in your mouth were turning her on so much as she let out a deep moan, "You love this, don't you? Ugh, I know you do bunny, you love getting filled by mommy in both your holes." She takes her fingers out and chokes you, making you arch your back as you were trapped between the desk and her as she fingers you at an animalistic pace.

“Mommy’s going to make this pretty pussy soak my lap. Yeah? You like that idea, bunny?" you could only just moan louder as she thrusts harder she cursed to herself at how hot you looked in this position all spread out on her lap as she fucks you, taking your top off in one swift motion she squeeze your breast roughly taking her time with both your breasts "are you gonna cum for mommy" she seductively whisper in your ear "ye s y yes let me come mommy please please" you somehow let out a full sentence between screams and moans "come for mommy come all over her lap like the dirty slut you are" as soon as that sentence left her mouth your whole body went numb against her as you reached your climax she carefully fucked you through your aftershocks as she slowly takes her fingers out loving the sight of them glistening with your juices "suck them clean" she said putting them on your mouth the green in her eyes fully gone converted into something dark she turns you around and carefully put you on the desk "no mommy I'm too tired please" she holds your thighs down as you try to back her off "just trust mommy okay I'm just gonna clean you up" she carefully laps at your pussy licking it clean moaning at your taste "fuck detka you taste so fucking good" she said as she kissed you and stood up "let's go have our nap which I rudely interrupted okay?" You happily but weakly nodded as she carried you with her to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed.

"You want water," Wanda asks, holding a glass of water. "No, just want mommy, please," you say as you did grabby hands. Wanda understood and laid down beside you, cuddling herself into you. "My perfect little bunny, I love you so much, baby. Mommy loves you the most," she says as she hears your light snores, which lull her to sleep.

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Hello! Can I request a Wanda x Fem!Reader where they have been dating for a couple months and there's a big mission coming, so Fury assembled a bunch of old SHIELD's agents of his trust to help The Avengers and reader's ex is one of them. Their relationship was pretty bad, like the one described in Madison Beer's song Emotional Bruises, and how Wanda would react to seeing her girlfriend, who's usually just sweet and human sunshine, being so sad and vulnerable. Also, what would she do when she realizes this ex is trying to manipulate reader all over again. If you could add a little of the other Avengers dealing with the situation (mainly Nat, Tony and Steve), because reader is like family to them, I'd be really happy.

Thanks anyway and feel free to change anything!

i miss wanda

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For once, Wanda Maximoff is actually starting to be nervous about the upcoming mission.

The Avengers don’t usually like to warn her about these sorts of things, they keep so many details under wraps that she never really knows what she’s going into until the bullets are flying past her head. It’s not like it really matters, anyway, all Wanda has to do is conjure up a few swarms of crimson magic and she’ll never get remotely close to dying, but still.

Perhaps it’s because there hasn’t been anything even vaguely worth the alarm. Nothing since Sokovia, at least. Back then, the Avengers really had been worried, and for good measure. The city had been carved out from the ground like a heap of sand and flung into the sky. Nothing can match that now, least of all something as insignificant as a bomb threat from another disgruntled ex-HYDRA employee.

Then again, maybe it’s just Wanda refusing to make a big deal out of anything. Nothing could possibly stack up against Sokovia because Sokovia killed her brother, and if she has to admit that Pietro Maximoff’s death was the cost of yet another daily excursion, it’ll be worthless. Pietro has never been worthless, and thus Sokovia must have been the worst of the worst. Case closed.

Today, however, is starting to prick at the corners of Wanda’s consciousness, forcing her to consider another day of terror and woe. The other Avengers around her really do seem worried about whatever it is that they’re about to do. Although Wanda hasn’t yet been briefed on the whole sordid affair, she can see Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, and Natasha Romanoff running around frantically in the background, trying to rally the last few troops before the briefing.

Wanda isn’t the only one to pick up on the considerable uptick in tension. The girl sitting by her side on the long army-issue benches along the wall crosses her legs matter-of-factly, then turns to Wanda with a knowing grimace.

“Seems pretty bad, doesn’t it?” She asks.

Wanda nods her head in agreement. “Maybe we’ll actually have something interesting to do for once.”

The other girl chuckles. “It sounds like you’re looking for trouble. Luckily for you, we might find it.”

Wanda glances at her. “Do you really think today’s mission is going to be a problem?”

“Judging by the vein bulging in Director Fury’s forehead,” the other girl says, lifting a shoulder, “probably. What do you think?”

“Well,” Wanda says carefully, “you seem to think so, and that’s good enough for me.”

The other girl smiles, dazzling as summer sun. “You trust me that much?”

“Of course I do,” Wanda returns, “You know I do.”

After pressing a kiss to the other girl’s cheek, Wanda feels that she’s been able to successfully prove her point. How could she not trust the girl’s wisdom, after all, when she’s Y/N L/N and that’s as good as gold in Wanda’s eyes?

Wanda has known Y/N for only a handful of months, but she’s already become the person Wanda trusts most in this whole establishment. When Wanda first started down the Avengers career path after the destruction of Sokovia, she didn’t expect to befriend any S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, let alone fall in love with them.

Y/N, however, has a way of sneaking under Wanda’s guard. Wanda’s never met anyone quite so carefree or happy, especially in this line of work. From what she’s been able to pick up, and from what Y/N has told her directly, Y/N started as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent when she was fairly young, then transferred to the Avengers after she was accidentally given inhuman abilities when a mission went south.

Now, Y/N uses her agent training as well as enhanced strength and agility to boost the Avengers’ numbers when they’re out on missions. She started as Wanda’s combat partner at first, the two of them sent out into the field every time a mission came about to ensure that Wanda wouldn’t die, or worse, go off S.H.I.E.L.D. protocol.

In between those bloodsoaked nights and deadly days, the hours spent hunkering in bunkers and charging towards certain demise, Wanda started to fall for the other girl. Now, they’re nearing their four month anniversary since the first date, and Wanda couldn’t be happier.

Y/N smiles at her now. If she’s been plunged down memory lane as deeply as Wanda, she shows no sign of it.

“I’m glad to have your confidence,” Y/N comments, “it seems like no one else here has a scrap of it. Look at them, they seem terrified.”

Wanda opens her mouth to respond, but she’s interrupted by a cool voice in front of them.

“I don’t think we’re quite terrified, kiddo, but something has come up strong enough to shock us. That’s why we’ll need both you and your sarcasm in the field, alright?”

Usually, the sight of a chastising Black Widow would be enough to frighten even the most hardened soldiers, but Y/N just grins up at Natasha. Apparently, Nat highly recommended Y/N’s placement on the Avengers team, and they’ve been close ever since. They’re commonly referred to as the S.H.I.E.L.D. sisters by the other Avengers, what from the way they never stop teasing each other.

“Sounds good to me,” Y/N shoots back, “that is, if you actually let us do something other than sit out in this hallway. We’ve been here forever.”

Nat chuckles. “Then it’s a good thing the briefing is starting now. I’ve been sent to collect you two, dead or alive.”

The superspy wiggles her eyebrows threateningly, and Wanda and Y/N oblige her by heading over to the conference room. It’s already been filled by an assortment of Avengers and Avengers affiliates, including Director Fury and Maria Hill. Looks like Y/N was right, this is serious. Usually, Fury and Hill aren’t called in unless the situation is quite grave.

Once the last of the team files in, the lights are dimmed and a few livestreams of aerial footage are displayed on a far wall.

“As you might have guessed, we have a situation that requires our immediate attention,” Fury begins, “namely, a looming extraterrestrial threat.”

Across the room, Tony frowns suspiciously at the director. “I thought we cleared out the aliens when we closed the Chitauri wormhole. Did our E.T. army phone home for more help?”

Fury just fixes the billionaire with a cold glare. “There could be countless species of extraterrestrials out there, Stark. The Chitauri were just the beginning.”

Maria Hill taps a few buttons on the screen in front of her, zooming in to a still image of a stormy sky near Central Park. “This was recorded just a few minutes ago. We have multiple reports of armed ships traveling towards our galaxy. Judging on the intel we received from Captain Danvers, they’re extremely hostile.”

Thor sits up a little straighter in his chair. “Is Captain Danvers assisting us with this encounter?”

Fury sighs deeply. “That would be preferable but she’s busy with another threat in a distant galaxy, so she won’t be able to come back in time. In the meantime, you will have to suffice.”

Steve frowns, glancing between the briefing materials and the director. “It seems like there are hundreds of extraterrestrials possibly converging on this location. Obviously, we’ll all do our best, but we’re going to be severely outnumbered.”

Fury nods. “That’s why I’ve contacted our top S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to step in and give you a hand.”

He gestures to Maria Hill, who opens a door out to the hallway, allowing a small swarm of dark-suited agents to enter the room. They all seem normal enough to Wanda, and she even thinks she’s seen a few in the halls of the Avengers complex before, but the arrival of one of them makes Y/N stiffen in her seat.

Wanda turns to look at Y/N. “Everything alright?” She whispers under her breath.

Y/N shakes her head tersely. “No.”

She says nothing else on the matter, but stares at one agent in particular, another girl about their age. This girl stares out into the throng of Avengers as if searching for someone, and when her gaze settles on Y/N, a slow smirk crosses her face. Wanda dislikes her immediately.

The briefing ends soon enough, and the moment they’re cleared to leave, Y/N all but pulls Wanda out of the room. The two girls hurry through the halls until they find a quiet corner to talk where nobody can hear them.

“Who was that agent who was staring at you?” Wanda asks.

Y/N swallows hard, seemingly on the verge of tears. “That’s Audrey Mitchell. We used to date.”

Judging by Y/N’s desolate tone, the relationship didn’t end well.

Wanda stomachs her brief flash of anger and presses on. “What happened? What did she do to you?”

Y/N looks away. “She messed with my head. It was constant, every minute of every day. She’s a spy, too, so she was excellent at it. She never made me feel like I was enough, that I was worthless without her. It took me months to get to a place where I could recover from that, and now she’s–”

Y/N’s voice breaks off, but Wanda thinks she knows enough to finish the sentence. And now Audrey’s back, which puts Y/N right back at square one.

Wanda reaches out and takes her girlfriend’s hand. “Hey, hey. I’ve got you, alright? I’m not going to let her hurt you anymore.”

Y/N smiles, but the expression drops off her face in an instant when she sees something over Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda doesn’t need to turn around to guess who’s just approached them.

“Y/N, is that you?” A voice asks, deceptively chipper despite the hardened gleam in the girl’s eyes, “I didn’t think I was going to see you again. You practically vanished from our team, I was worried sick.”

Y/N pastes a smile over her face, but it’s slipping at the seams. “I joined the Avengers. It didn’t allow for a lot of overlap.”

Audrey, for of course it is she, nods sympathetically. “I could see how that would be a problem. Well, I’m so glad we get to work together again. I always knew we’d end up side by side. That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?”

Y/N looks deeply uncomfortable, so Wanda steps forward. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Wanda Maximoff.”

Audrey’s gaze slides reluctantly away from Y/N and towards Wanda. “No, we haven’t. I’m Audrey. It’s lovely to meet you.”

Despite the kind words, her tone is dark. Audrey glances at Wanda a second longer, then turns back to Y/N.

“Well, I’ve got to get going. There’s so much to do, you know? I can’t ever stay still. I hope you and Wanda can talk as long as you want, though.”

Audrey claps Y/N on the shoulder in what should be a friendly gesture as she goes, but Wanda nevertheless gets the impression of a hawk’s claws closing around its prey.

Once Audrey is gone, Y/N sinks her face into her hands. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to focus on this mission with her here,” Y/N says miserably, “I’m terrified of slipping back into how she made me feel before.”

“I won’t let that happen,” Wanda repeats, but she’s not sure how much she can do, not when Audrey seems so keen on getting Y/N back.

This is especially true as the hours unfold. The mission itself won’t take place until the extraterrestrials arrive, so they’ve got a day or two to kill before then. It seems like wherever Wanda and Y/N go, Audrey always manages to be there. It’s creepy how the girl has a knack for following them. No wonder it was so hard for Y/N to escape Audrey’s clutches, she’s already messing with Wanda’s head after just one meeting.

It’s deeply worrying Wanda. Y/N hasn’t told her much about Audrey in the past, but Wanda’s been able to pick up on little things, like how Y/N apologizes profusely about being even a few seconds late or needing a favor from Wanda. Wanda has always thought of her girlfriend as happy and bright, but storms have shifted and now Y/N is more despairing than Wanda has ever seen her.

It frightens her, in all honesty, far more so than the threat of an extraterrestrial invasion still looming over the planet. Wanda thinks she’s spent more time concerned over Y/N’s quiet vulnerability, her dim stare, her trembling fingers than she has about the mission at hand.

At last, Wanda decides to put a stop to all of this. She’s just entered the Avengers training room to find Y/N practically backed into a corner by Audrey, who’s weaving enough lies around her head to make her believe she’s nothing once again. Wanda can practically feel how swiftly Y/N is falling towards rock bottom.

Wanda doesn’t remember crossing the room, only that she’s suddenly pulling Y/N away and marching with her out the door. Audrey calls something after her, but neither of them listen, already gone.

They stop in an empty conference room. Wanda feels like she’s about to lose her mind.

“We have to get rid of her,” she says, “she can’t do this to you anymore. You’re far better than Audrey could ever imagine.”

Y/N just looks mournfully at her. “There’s nothing we can do. Fury and Hill asked her to be here.”

Wanda sets her jaw firmly. “Do you want her gone?”

Y/N nods slowly. “Yes, but like I said, there’s nothing we can do.”

“I’ll find a way, then,” Wanda declares, “I don’t care what I have to do. I’m not letting her hurt you anymore.”

In that moment, with Y/N looking hopefully up at her, Wanda suddenly knows how Y/N feels when Wanda says that she trusts her completely. Y/N’s heart is nestled in Wanda’s palms, bare and bleeding, but Wanda will not let her down. Not now, not ever.

Maria Hill looks somewhat surprised when Wanda knocks on the door of her office, but lets her in anyway.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?” She asks, discreetly pushing a few classified documents under the protective shade of a manila folder.

Wanda takes an offered seat in front of Hill’s desk. “I want to ask about the mission. Specifically, I need an agent removed from the mission.”

Hill arches a brow. “You want me to dismiss someone from the team? We’re already running on low numbers as it is, I can’t afford to kick someone off without good reason. Why?”

Wanda meets Hill’s gaze steadily. “I need Audrey off of the team. She’s manipulating Y/N and I’m not going to watch her self-destruct all because of someone like Audrey.”

Hill chuckles. “Well, I appreciate your fervor, but no can do. Audrey’s a good agent, same as Y/N. I need both of them to make sure we all survive.”

She eyes the door expectantly, but Wanda isn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Alright, then,” Wanda responds calmly, “consider me off the team instead.”

Hill blinks in surprise, the only sign that her cool demeanor has been shattered by Wanda’s remark. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am,” Wanda counters, “I know you need me on this team. If Audrey won’t be taken off, then I’ll go.”

Hill swallows. She knows as well as Wanda does, as well as all of the other Avengers do, that Wanda is one of the most powerful people they’ve got on their radar. She can’t afford to lose Wanda’s gifts, not if the mission is truly as important as she claims.

“You’d be willing to damn this entire team as well as the entire populace of the world over something as silly as this?” Hill asks, voice dagger-sharp.

Wanda nods. “My world is Y/N. If you won’t protect her, then why should I protect your world?”

It’s not like Wanda has anything else to lose. Y/N is the only person keeping her heart beating, and if Audrey destroys Y/N, Wanda will be destroyed as well. That’s what comes with losing your entire family, your home, your life in Sokovia. One final straw is enough to kill.

Hill must be able to tell this too, because after a minute of eye contact fraught with mutually assured destruction, she inclines her head.

“Fine, then. Audrey’s out.”

Wanda can’t contain her surprise. “Really?”

In all honesty, Wanda wasn’t sure if Hill would cave, and certainly not this quickly.

Hill smiles at her honesty. “Really. Manipulation among fellow agents never ends well. I’ve learned my lessons, and the most recent one was named Grant Ward.”

Wanda doesn’t think she’s heard that particular name before, but judging by the cold streak of resentment in Hill’s eyes, it was a devastating enough case to win her over to Wanda’s side.

Y/N is waiting outside Hill’s office, and she looks up when Wanda emerges. For a moment, her eyes are filled with a terrible sort of fear, as if she’s already accepted that Audrey will be there to stay. When Wanda smiles, though, Y/N’s entire face clears.

“She said yes?” Y/N asks hopefully, and Wanda nods.

“Yes,” Wanda confirms, “Audrey’s out. We’re alright, you hear me? We’re alright.”

Y/N wraps her arms around Wanda, pulling her close in her relief. Wanda closes her eyes and lets herself lean into the embrace. Regardless of how this mission ends, or what problems lie on the other side of the horizon, she knows one thing to be true: she and Y/N will carry on, and that’s more than enough for her.

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