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Wanda Maximoff/Reader - Land of Thieves - #ChapterNine

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Summary: When you were a child, you swore that no matter how high the reward in your head, she could always count on you. Life as an outlaw in the west is not easy, but you believe that train robberies are still easier than asking a pretty girl to dance. Land of Thieves, also know as your love story with Wanda Maximoff in the Wild West.

Chapter Summary: The one where an old friend return.

AO3> Land of Thieves

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, explicit violence, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, cursing, blood. Chapters Warnings: Slightly smut, panic attacks.

Words: 53.380K (All chapters)

tags: @mionemymind @whosedevil

You wake up to a whistling noise. Wanda moves against you, burying her face in your neck, as you open your eyes, getting used to the clarity.

- Good morning, girls! - Nat says suggestively at the entrance to your tent. Wanda mumbles softly against your collarbone, not moving from her position on top of you.

- Good morning, Nat. - You retort, letting your hands go up to Wanda's back.

- Good morning, Nat. - Wanda repeats the greeting, but her voice is muffled against your neck. You don't mind.

Nat chuckles, walking into the room with her arms crossed.

- You guys are adorable, and everything. - She teases. - But we have work to do, Miss Maximoff.

Wanda grumbles, and Nat nudges her quickly in the ribs, causing her to wriggle against you and almost knock you off the bed. She keeps poking Wanda until she demonstrates that she is going to get up. You just laugh at the interaction.

- Fuck you Nat, I'm going. - Wanda retorts, pulling out of the hug and standing up. You let out a sigh, missing her body heat immediately.

She stretches and gives Nat a gentle shove that makes her laughs and exits the tent, while pointing to the watch on her wrist.

- Good luck. - You tell her imagining she was already following Nat, but Wanda turns to you and climbs into your lap as she leans her body to give you a firm kiss on the lips.

Your body warms up quickly, but as you bring your hands to Wanda's thighs, you hear Nat shout that she would throw a bucket of water on you both if Wanda didn't come soon, so you end the kiss, and Wanda leaves your tent.

You lie there for a few minutes, eyes closed, smiling with the memory of Wanda's warmth, before you get up. You know you have a long day ahead of you.

Shortly after you delivered Stephen's letter to Steve, and talked to him about the plans to steal the gold from the Rhodes families, you approached Bucky as he was sitting in his tent.

- Would you help me with something? - You asked him shyly, and he just smiled, signaling for you to sit in the chair in front of his bed.

You sat down, a bit awkwardly, and then handed over the letter Erik had given you.

- A man looked for me yesterday in Saint Denis. - You told Bucky. - His name was Erik Killmonger.

Bucky frowned, looking worried. And then he opened the letter, reading its contents.

- Did Killmonger say how he found you? - he asks seriously. And you look at him curiously.

- No. He didn't. - You reply. - Actually he didn't have time to tell me anything. - Seeing Bucky's confused expression, you add as you look away to the floor - Someone murdered him.

- Shit. - Bucky retorted, placing the letter on the bed, and running his hand through his hair. - Did anyone see you with him?

You blink in surprise at Bucky's nervousness.

- Only the guy who attacked him. - You reply. - But he must be in jail now.

Bucky shakes his head in denial, and then stands up, closing the tent. He sat down in front of you again, looking really worried.

- You can't tell Steve what I'm about to tell you, okay? - he asks, causing you to raise your eyebrows in surprise. But then you nod, and Bucky lets out a sigh before continuing. - Do you remember the time when I was away from the gang? A few years ago? - You nod in agreement. - I was up north. Helping the Wakanda people establish a reserve there. You didn't know her, but my sister lived with the Wakanda people, and she asked me to move there with her and her husband. - You were surprised by this information, but you didn't interrupt. - Unfortunately, explorations in that area started happening, and although no one can prove it, we know that the army attacked the reserve. My sister and her family died in the attack, and I rejoined the gang.

- I'm sorry about your sister, Bucky. - You say, and he smiles sorrowfully at you.

- That's all right, dear. It was a long time ago. - he says. - But what I want to tell you is this. A year after I returned, a group of Wakanda warriors set up a gang. A gang like ours. They call themselves the Panthers. - He tells you, and you nod, knowing exactly what he is talking about. - They came to me when we were in New Austin. They needed as much help as possible to get revenge on the soldiers who killed their families. And I accepted. - Bucky confesses, and pauses for a moment, as if lost in his memories. - Erik Killmonger was one of these men. We rode together to Fort Wallace, and together with the rest of the Panthers, we killed more than fifty federal soldiers.

- My God, Bucky. - you exclaimed. Bucky just looked at the ground.

- After that the Panthers became the protectors of the Wakanda people. They are not thieves, and they only kill in case of defense. - He continued. - The gang grew in size, and spread all over the country. What we did that day, unfortunately, only delayed the inevitable. - Bucky affirms, and then grabs the letter from the bed and places it in front of you. - Killmonger has obtained the court license issued by Captain Vasily Karpov for explorations on the lands of the New Elizabeth reservation.

- But what does this mean for the Wakanda people who live there?

- Death. - Bucky answered simply, and you held your breath. - And that's why Erik contacted you. He's trying to repeat what we did years ago.

You bite your lips thoughtfully. And then you turn your gaze back to Bucky.

- Erik told me to save someone. - You tell. - Maybe he wanted me to find another way to help them.

- I don't know. - Bucky rebuts. - I see no other way out but to fight. Wakanda will not leave their land, and they are completely justified in staying.

You let out a sigh, trying to think. And then an absurd idea strikes you.

- What if the land was bought? - you ask suddenly. Bucky looks at you with a raised eyebrow in confusion.

- We literally have less than $500...

- The scam, Bucky! - you exclaim, smiling. - We'll get more than five hundred dollars with those gold bars.

Bucky laughs, but then he realizes your expression.

- My God, are you serious? - he asks incredulously, and you nod. - Child, we don't even have the money yet! And we don't even know if we're going to get it. On top of everything else, the army will send troops to the area in a few days. We simply can't help them!

You don't answer Bucky, because you are too busy thinking about the whole plan. Bucky looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

- I need a paper and pen please. - You ask him, and he hurries to look for the items in the room.

When he hands you the objects, you turn toward the table next to the chair you are sitting on, and start writing down the plan as you explain everything to Bucky.

- If we do this right, we don't need to put anyone in danger. Especially the Wakanda people. - You say and Bucky nods slightly. - I really hope Tony Stark agrees to help us, or I'm going to need someone who looks a lot like a feudal lord.

Bucky laughs and picks up the plan sheet. He lets out a sigh and looks at you proudly.

- Let's do this, kid.

You don't tell Steve about your plan. Bucky doesn't like to talk about his past, and he thinks that this operation is something that only disrespects you and him. So he asks you not to mention anything to Steve, that he would find a way to tell him about it. You feel that they are distant lately, but you don't mention anything.

You have to go to Saint Denis, to pay Tony Stark a visit, so you leave after lunch. You'd like to kiss Wanda before you go, but she's not at the camp, and you figure she's still in Rhodes with Natasha.

It doesn't take that long to get to town, you quickly realize that your mare is quite sturdy and can run for a long time.

Now that you are in town, you need to find a way to find Tony Stark. The only place you know that has information on everyone is the saloons.

So you spend much of your afternoon pulling conversations with strangers and buying them drinks, while trying to find as much information as possible. Finally, while you are at a card table surrounded by well-dressed drunks, a man tells you that Stark lives in a mansion at the northern end of town. You say a polite goodbye after he describes the house, and then you leave the saloon in the direction of the place.

You figure that the guards standing in front of the gate, and scattered all over the entrance area will not respond to an outsider's request to see their boss, so you go around the house, looking for a way to get in without being seen.

You find a ledge in the wall, and scale with some difficulty, but finally enter. Then you walk around with your head down, and enter the house through one of the windows.

You have never been in a mansion before, but you imagine that they are all as beautiful as this one. The floor was so shiny that you could see your reflection in it, and you suppressed the urge to let out an impressed hiss.

Finding the stairs to the second floor, shortly after ducking behind a couch when I heard a maid walk by, you went upstairs.

You had to look through many empty rooms before you found Stark's.

Opening the door carefully, you frowned with confusion at the image you found. Tony was sitting with his legs spread on the floor in front of his bed. Many bottles of drinks surrounded him.

He raised his gaze to you as you entered, and let out a dry laugh.

- Are you here to kill me? - he asked, clearly drunk, and then laughed again.

- This is sad. - You commented with a light sarcastic tone, closing the door as you entered the room.

You walked toward the closets, looking for something for Tony to wear. You threw a set of the most comfortable clothes you could find on his bed.

Then you walked to the bathroom suite, and filled a metal pot with water.

- Sorry about that, Tony. But I just don't have the time. - You told him before you poured the water over his head.

He let out a mixed exclamation of anger and surprise, and sank his face into his hands. You put the bowl on the floor, and stooped down beside Tony.

- Did that sober you up enough, or do I need to get more water? - you asked, and Tony just flashed you his middle finger, eliciting a laugh from you. You stood up, looking around the room, amazed at the number of items there. You were going through the books on the bookshelf when Tony finally finished dressing after he had gotten up complaining of a headache.

- What the hell are you doing here? - he asked as he approached you, taking the book from your hand and putting it back on the shelf.

- You treat your friends very badly. - You sneer and he lets out a laugh, turning in the opposite direction toward the room's exit. You follow him through the house to the lower level, where he leads you into the living room, and you sit in one of the armchairs while Tony pours a drink for you, and water for himself.

- To what do I owe the honor of your visit? - He asks with a slight irony as he sits down on the sofa.

- I need your help with something. - you say. - But I would also like to know if everything is okay with you.

Tony seems really surprised that you would ask him that. He rests his legs on the living room table and assumes a lost look.

- Everything is fucking great. - He replies sarcastically. You frown, and he looks like he is going to cry at any moment. - I live in a house with twelve rooms. I have employees at my disposal twenty-four hours a day. Everything is just fine.

- Tony.

- No. - He interrupts. - I don't want your pity.

You sigh, crossing your arms and placing your legs lying on the table next to theirs.

- I don't pity you, Stark. - you say. - I was going to tell you to have a little self-respect and stop sinking to the bottom.

He laughs lightly, and you follow him. You fall silent for a moment, and you assume a serious expression.

- This is about your father, isn't it?

Tony's gaze is focused on one point in the room, as if he is not really there at all. But he nods slightly. You wait until he is ready to speak.

- I don't... My father and I, we didn't get along very well. - He confesses, looking down at his lap. - We had different opinions about many things. I never wanted his legacy. And then he died, and all his responsibilities fell to me.

- This isn't about you assuming his business, is it? - you ask after a moment. Tony laughs humorlessly.

- No. - He confesses, and when he speaks again, thick tears stream down his face. - I just miss him.

Tony wipes away his own tears as they fall, apologizing. But then he sobs, and you get up, and throw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging him tight.

- Damn, I'm sorry. - he says when you part, several minutes later. - I am a complete mess.

You nod in disagreement.

- Stop it, Tony. You don't have to apologize for your grief. - You tell him, and then put your hands on his shoulders, and give him a smile of mixed amusement and sarcasm. - But if I see you drown yourself in booze again, I'm going to punch you in the mouth, okay?

Tony laughs, hugging you one last time. He then gets up and asks one of his employees to prepare dinner for you both.

He beckons you to follow him to the table.

- You still haven't told me why you are here. - He says without sounding accusatory, just curious, while pouring you some wine.

- I need your help with a job. - You say. - I need you to pretend to be interested in buying some land for me.

- Maybe this is a good time for me to tell you that I am bankrupt. - He says, and you let out a laugh. He seems surprised by your reaction.

- Yeah, I heard. - You say. - People talk more than they should when they are drunk in saloons.

Tony laughs, agreeing with a wry nod. Two servants enter the room next, and serve you both your dinner. When they leave, and Tony sees your face toward the plate, he lets out a chuckle.

- Sorry, is this not appropriate for your refined palate? - He mocks, and you take one of the cutlery to poke at the food that has been placed in front of you.

- I don't mean to be rude. - you say. - But this doesn't look like food.

- This dish costs almost a thousand dollars.

- That's exactly why you're bankrupt. - You joke, making Tony laugh.

- It's called Caviar, by the way. - he says, eating some of the food. - You will hate it.

You laugh, and push your plate slightly forward. Fortunately, there were also other options you liked.

- Now tell me exactly what you want me to do. - He says after you finish putting some deer meat and mashed potatoes on your plate.

You explain to Tony that you need him to open a purchase order for the land in the New Elizabeth reservation area. He needs to prolong the negotiation as long as possible, until you have the scam money. You tell him what the Wapiti and Wakanda people went through there, but you don't mention Bucky. And when you finish, Tony drinks some wine.

When he nods in agreement, you let out a sigh of relief. And he laughs at your expression, but raises his hand to the table, holding yours.

You sleep in one of the rooms of the mansion, the bed is extremely soft. And then you are surprised that Tony is up bright and early the next day, excited to help you with your plan. He puts on his best clothes, and as you say good-bye at the front door, he tells you that he will keep in touch by correspondence about the negotiations, but that you should visit him as soon as you can to buy the land. You tell him that you intend to continue visiting him even after this scam, and he hugs you before you get on your horse.

Riding back to camp, you miss Wanda. You think you would like to share a large bed with her. And you feel your cheeks flush when you think about what this implies. How far away you were in your relationship. You realize that the next time you lie down with Wanda, you will most likely not sleep at all.

- Jesus, you're making that face. - You hear Pietro sneering while you are playing cards.He is sitting in front of you, while you are sitting at one of the camp tables.

- I'm not making any faces. - You retort, looking at your cards. Pietro chuckles.

- You can't even hide it when you're thinking about Wanda. - He teases.

You had arrived at the camp a few hours ago, and when you realized that Wanda was still away with Carol and Nat, you accepted Pietro's request to play. You had also talked to Bucky about the reserve plan just before you sat down to play.

Maybe you were too distracted, and now Pietro was teasing you.

- I'm thinking about my next move. - You hit back.

- On the game or on Wanda?

- God, Pietro. - You grumble blushing as you kick him under the table.

Pietro just laughs, and you play again in silence. When you win for the third time, you feel someone covering your eyes with their hands.

- Take a guess. - whispers a voice in your ear that you know well. You smile, raising your hands to Wanda's on your face.

- I think it' s the prettiest girl in camp. - You play along and hear her shyly laugh as she lowers her hands to your shoulders and kisses you on the cheek.

- Who's winning? - Wanda asks and you try not to mind her touch on your shoulders. She begins to massage them lightly and you ignore the shivering in your body.

You turn your head back slightly to look at Wanda, but she turns around and sits on your lap. You suddenly feel very aware of her presence, and try not to blush so much. The position warms your body, but you say nothing.

- You know very well that I can't beat Y/N. - Pietro grumbles, leaning his elbow on the table and his face in his hand. Wanda imitates her brother's gesture, and this causes her butt to bend over your lap, and suddenly it's hard for you to breathe normally.

- Play with me then. - She says to Pietro in a tone of defiance and playfulness. Pietro shrugs, and begins to deal the card between the two of you. You rest your head on Wanda's shoulder, watching the game, as you move your hands up to rest on her lap, hugging her.

Wanda is a good player, you watch them play in silence. And then Nat joins you next, looking tired.

- By the way, how was your work? - you ask.

- Fucking boring. - Nat mutters, looking at Pietro's cards as he observes the table. Wanda let out a giggle at her answer.

- At least we have a hint. - Wanda said a moment later, and Nat nodded in agreement, and then laid her head against the table.

- What hint? - asked Pietro, buying a card from the table.

You signaled a move to Wanda by raising your hand quickly to her set, and she smiled.

- A load of moonshiner leaving in two days. - Wanda answers Pietro after following the move you showed her. - We will follow and find the breach to steal them.

- This is cheating. - muttered Pietro watching you help Wanda again. You laugh, taking your hand away from her cards.

A few moments later, Wanda wins the game. Pietro lets out a disgruntled grumble, and Nat laughs at his expression. But then he lets out a loud exclamation as if he has remembered something.

- Girls, I completely forgot about the bear bet. - He tells you, and you roll your eyes playfully.

- We tied, Pietro. - reminded Wanda, but Pietro just shook his head in denial, a playful smile on his lips.

- That doesn't break the bet. - He says. - One wish for each.

- That doesn't make any sense. - Nat commented humorously, but she seemed interested in where this story was going. - Please wish him to stay in silence for two weeks.

You and Wanda laughed at the idea, but Pietro was contemplative.

- I think it would be fair if we each got a wish from the other two. - He said with mischief in his eyes. You knew he would find a way to make very good use of it.

- That's fine with me. - You agreed, shrugging your shoulders, it wasn't as if you'd thought of anything. Wanda then nodded.

Pietro seemed to get excited, and slapped the table lightly afterwards.

- Great! I want you two to handle all my chores for next week. - he declares, and Wanda lets out a dissatisfied sigh. You roll your eyes, and then say:

- You are so predictable, Pietro. - You comment. - My request to you is that you take over Wanda's chores for the next month.

Pietro looks shocked, and Nat laughs. Wanda turns her head to give you a little smile, and then turns to Pietro.

- And mine is for you to take over the monthly Y/N duties. - She says, and Pietro looks really annoyed that he didn't see that coming. You, Nat and Wanda laugh at his reaction.

- Plot should be against the rules. - He says angrily as he gets up and walks out toward his own tent.

Nat gets up next, stretching.

- You two are all hugs and cuddles, aren't you? - She teases you about your position, but you and Wanda just giggle. She then leaves with a smile.

You lean back against the chair as Wanda turns in your lap, her legs splayed out to the side, allowing you to see her face.

- How are you? - you ask as you twirl your arms around her and intertwine your hands around her waist to hug her. Wanda smiled, leaving one hand on your forearm and one on your neck, her fingers playing with the hair on the back of your neck.

- I miss you. - She says, ignoring your question. Her eyes sparkle with something that means something else, and makes you swallow dryly.

- I'm right here. - You joke breathlessly.

- I miss touching you. - She confesses softly before she brings your mouths together. Her tongue caresses yours with slowness and sensuality, making your whole body tremble.

You kiss like this for a few minutes, and then Wanda breaks the kiss, but keeps your foreheads together. You are both breathless as your mouths part. You think about saying something, but your mind is completely blank. And then Wanda is brushing her lips shallowly against yours again, as if deciding whether to kiss you again. She licks her lips, and this makes her tongue rub against your mouth because of the closeness, and you let out a low moan.

- God, keep it PG. - You and Wanda are startled as a voice sounds mockingly from beside you. Wanda sinks her face into your neck, you can't tell if she is embarrassed that she was caught or if she is trying to calm down. You look at who is talking, and find Carol with a suggestive look in her eyes. - I hate to be a bother, girls, but I need to steal Y/N away for a little while.

You let out a sigh, and from the look on Carol's face, you know what you are talking about. The blonde nods her head for you to follow her, and walks off in the direction she has pointed.

You raise your hands along Wanda's back, stroking her tenderly to get her attention. Wanda looks up at you next, a dark gleam in her eyes, mesmerizing you, but a mischievous smile on her lips.

- I have to go. - You mumble, clearly preferring to stay.

- Go before I kiss you again. - She says, looking down at your lips. - If I do, you're not going anywhere.

You let out a breathless laugh, and Wanda stands up. She smiles at you before you walk over to Carol's tent.

- What happened? - you ask as soon as you enter the place. Carol is waiting for you with a cigarette on her lips, standing beside you as she looks around the camp.

- Bucky told me about your little adventure. - She says without looking at you. You can't tell if she is angry, but you are surprised that she knows. You put your hands in your pockets while you wait for her to speak again. - I've been thinking about the whole situation. Do you have any idea how Killmonger even found you?

- No. - You shrug. - He died before you could tell me.

Carol takes a long drag on her cigarette before speaking.

- I'll find out if he was following us. - She says. - I wouldn't want to end up bringing other people to us.

You nod knowing that she is referring to the feds and bounty hunters.

- You want me to come along, right?

- You'd rather stay with your wife? - Carol replies with a teasing tone and a sideways smile. You can feel your cheeks flush, but your tone of voice is also provocative when you say:

- Wouldn't you?

Carol lets out a giggle, and throws the cigarette on the floor, putting it out with her boot. Then she turns to you.

- I'd better ride alone. - She says. - I'll attract less attention. And besides, Killmonger looked only for you, so maybe it's better that you are not seen investigating.

You nod, and Carol pats you on your back before walking off in the direction of the horses.

You return your own tent, and Bucky enters at the back, carrying a letter in his hands.

- This is for you, kid. - He says, handing you the paper. - It's from Tony Stark.

You thank him and hurry to open it.

- He made it. - You tell Bucky as you finish reading. - We have a week until the buyer arrives to meet with Tony.

Bucky nods, looking anxious. You place a hand on his shoulder.

- It'll work out, okay? We'll do it together. - You assure him. He gives you a short smile, and a pat on the arm before leaving.

You throw yourself on your bed then lie down as you stare up at the ceiling of the tent. You feel slightly anxious. You trust Stark, and you will have to be content with that. The other alternative was to die in a gunfight defending that territory.

You end up napping for a few hours. When you wake up, it is very late at night. You walk out of your tent, and many huts are closed, indicating that much of the camp is asleep.

You walk over to the campfire area, where Nat and Bruce are sitting by the fire.

- Hey. - You greet them with a smile, which they respond to.

- Hey, sweetheart. - Nat says. - Do you want to sit down?

You shrug, looking around. You are cold, but feel that you are interrupting them both.

- Not really. - You deny it and your heart races slightly when you notice Wanda several meters away, staring at the lake. - I-I'm going to...

- You can go. - Nat cuts you off with a smile and an insinuating look. You give an embarrassed chuckle, and walk away in the direction of the lake.

You hug your jacket against your body as you walk toward Wanda. She is right on the edge of the camp area, and when you are arriving, you make sure to make your steps louder so that it doesn't startle her. And then she turns her head slightly to the side, and gives you a shy smile, before looking away again towards the lake.

- Someone is pensive. - You comment with a slight playfulness in your tone as you stop beside her. Wanda is quick to entwine her arm in yours and suddenly you forget that you were cold.

- Take a good look over there. - She says without looking away from the front. - Can you see the swans?

You squint your eyes to see through the darkness, and at first you see nothing. But then, several meters from where you stand, floating majestically on the water are swans. And they are white like the moon, and completely hypnotize you.

- They are beautiful. - You remark. - Do you remember the last time we saw swans, Wanda? When we were little...

- And we ran away to get married. - She interrupts with a giggle. - Oh yes, I remember well. - You laughed as Wanda turned to you. - We ran away to get married in secret and Bucky and Steve followed us for two days.

You laughed as you remembered.

- We were, what, fourteen? - you ask, and Wanda agreed with a nod as she laughed. - Wow, that sounds like a lifetime ago.

- Yes. - She says looking at the lake. - I think I would do it again.

- What? - you ask with a smile. - Run away?

Wanda turns to you, her eyes glowing tenderly.

- I would run away again with you.

Your heart skips a beat, but you hold her gaze and smile

- Where would we go? - You find yourself asking as Wanda brings your bodies closer together, and rests her forehead against yours.

- I'd go anywhere with you. - she declares.

- Wow, you are loaded with declarations of love today, Wands. - You sneer breathlessly, Wanda laughs and hugs your neck, burying her face in your hair. You wrap your arms around her waist.

- I'm glad that we don't have to run anymore. That I... I can love you without worrying.

Wanda lets out a sigh against your neck, and then looks up at you with misty eyes, a shy smile on her lips.

- I love you. - she confesses. - And I'm happy with you.

You nod slightly, your heart racing, and then kiss her. Tenderly and softly, just savoring her taste. And when you part, you remain holding hands as you watch the swans migrate away.

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