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Business as Unusual - Chapter 6: The Domestic Life of Crime Bosses

NOTE: Please do not translate, plagiarize, copy, or steal my work as your own ~ Thank you <3

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader

word count: 6.4K

warnings(18+only): Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; Angst

CHAPTER SIX: THE DOMESTIC LIFE OF CRIME BOSSES

Kate squeals with excitement as you and Kate sit together in Nat’s office. Nat stepped out for a moment, taking a call from the dry cleaners. Her voice was slightly annoyed from the interruption.

“FINALLY!!” Kate cheers in a hushed whisper.

“Shhh” you wave your hands in front of you, not wanting Natasha to hear you two.

“So they’re finally going to take you out?”

“Yes, Saturday night actually.” You say with your glasses perched at the tip of your nose. Gripping a pencil in one hand, the other typing into a paper tape calculator. You were more than capable of doing mental math, or doing the work via pencil and paper, but having a calculator like this helped you see if by chance you made an error along the way (which was next to never.) Good practices made for little mistakes though.

Kate claps her hands together, her blue eyes turning to little crescent moons with the way she’s smiling.

“Yelena and I have been shipping the three of you for so LONG now,”

“Apparently everyone has known about their crush for a while now,” you chuckle, turning to enter the numbers into the accounting software on Nat’s computer.

“And obviously we’ve all seen the way you act when you’re around them.” You turn to look at Kate, fake shock filling your features. She giggles, and pushes your shoulder with a gentle hand. You grab your arm, and pretend to wince in pain.

“Ow! ow! Wanda!” You pretend to cry out, voice low, but loud enough for Kate feel her anxiety spike. Kate knows that Wanda would be home at some point soon for lunch. Usually she popped her head in the office to say hello by now. On a usual day like today, Nat would sit with you going over numbers all morning. Depending on the client, it could take anywhere from an hour to at least 5 getting ahold of different vibranium suppliers via untraceable phone numbers, emails, etc. After spending the majority of yesterday taking notes while Nat blabbed on the phone with someone in East Africa, today felt like putting on a pair of old sneakers. Comfortable, and easy to walk in.

“Don’t you dare!! Wanda nearly threw Yelena off the side of a building for the ankle incident.” You grin, pushing your reading glasses up your nose.

“To be fair your wife left a foot shaped bruise on my sternum for weeks,” You say, running a hand over your sternum. Truthfully, the bruise had just started to fade, now yellowing around the edges. Wanda was still making you ice the bruise. Yesterday she watched you wince slightly when carrying a box into the apartment. For the next hour you had a bag of frozen peas practically strapped to you.

“Oh yeah? And I’m sure it was so hard having nurse Nat care for you,” Kate rolls her eyes, and sits back in her chair, a smug smile playing across her face. Kate was here today to learn the security program with you.

Most days Kate works with Clint, as his back up security detail for Natasha. She’s a skilled archer who’s trained in martial arts. According to Nat, Kate is a pretty good shooter. Although the raven haired girl doesn’t look the type to fight, she’s taken down more than a dozen grown men in the past. Today she just wears a pair of joggers, and a black zip up hoodie. You recognize the shirt she wears underneath as a crop top that Yelena wears from time to time.

“No comment,” you say, a bit flustered as you remember the day Natasha and Wanda took care of you after Yelena’s blow to your sternum.

Flashback: 8 hours post “The Ankle Incident”:

Nat turns the spare key into the lock of your apartment. The usually light footed woman, tip toes inside to find you snuggled against Wanda. Foot still resting atop a pillow, which has moved to the opposite end of the couch rather than the coffee table. The two of you under your fleece green blanket, which Nat has learned is your favorite. Softly Ratatouille played on the television. The volume is just above silent. Natasha so desperately wanted to curl up with you and Wanda. Your head rested on Wanda’s chest, soft snores escaping your lips. Wanda’s arms are wrapped around your sleeping body. With little to no pressure Natasha tapped her wife on the shoulder.

“Malaysh, it’s me. Time to wake up,” she whispered. Wanda’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at her wife sleepily. The two share a brief kiss hello.

“I see that someone is still zonked,” Nat whispers, gesturing down to you. Wanda hums, running a hand through her hair.

“She woke up and insisted that we watch another film,” Wanda’s eyes flicker up to the television screen.

“You should have put her to bed,” Nat scolded.

“I was going to take her to bed after the cooking Rat movie,” Nat looked over her shoulder, and shook her head at the ridiculousness of the movie. Of course Y/N would love a movie about a cooking rodent. She reaches for the remote, and presses the power button, and the screen goes dark.

“I’m going to take sleeping beauty to bed, okay?”

Wanda yawns, and nods her head. Nat hooks her arm under your legs, and cradles your sleeping body against hers. You snuggle against the Russian’s chest, basking in her warmth. She pretends to play it cool, but she pulls you in closer. Her heart fluttered in her chest.

“Can you have Bucky pick her up Ensure or Pediasure or something tomorrow? She needs to put some meat on her bones.” Wanda nods in agreement. Both of them know that you never finish a meal. Your chronic stomach aches made you constantly nauseous. Rendering you underweight. It’s not that you didn’t like to eat, the two of them watched you eat sweets, ramen, and (hot) pasta dishes. You just physically couldn’t handle food sometimes.

“Too chalky,” you mumbled, stirring in Natasha’s arms. She chuckled, of course that’s what you heard her saying.

“Go back to sleep, silly girl,” Nat cooed, heading toward your bedroom. She opens the door, and sees the dragonfly night light illuminating your room. Gently she laid you down, making sure to put zero pressure on your ankle. As she pulls the covers up, s he notices the small bunny rabbit stuffed animal on the floor beside your bed and smiles. Picking it up, and placing it next to you on the bed. Instinctively you reach out and cuddle the bunny closer. The Russian’s heart nearly melts right then and there.

“Goodnight, Sweetheart,” she whispered softly before exiting your room.

Present Day:

“What aren’t we commenting on,” Nat asks as she renters the office. She’s got an apple in her hand, which she’s taken a few bites out of already. She sets a glass of water down next to you. You stare at it blankly, before turning your head back to the computer screen.

“We are commenting on whether or not Y/N needs another cup of coffee,” Kate says cooly. Nat laughs, shaking her head. She gestures for you to drink the glass of water, although she would never force you to drink it. You shake your head, you already had two glasses today. One glass that Wanda made you chug at breakfast, and another that took you 2 and a half hours to drink. Before you can verbally protest, Kate’s phone lights up, and she looks down at the message.

“Ah, shit. Clint needs me to give him a hand with moving supplies. I gotta run,” Kate jumps to her feet, and without a word leaves.

“And then there were two,” you say smiling up at Nat. She grins back. She pulls you to your feet, and sits down on her desk chair, which you’d been preoccupying all morning. Without fail, she pulls you into her lap. Now that Kate was gone, Natasha didn’t feel the need to hold back. The past few days have felt like a dream. The constant touching from the two women felt almost normal now. Neither of them had kissed you on the lips yet. A kiss on the forehead, the back of the hand, top of your head, sure. Your mouth was apparently off limits. You bury your head into the side of Nat’s neck, and she sighs softly.

“Wanda will be here soon,” she tells you in her low voice. It almost sounds like a warning.

“Good, I miss her,” you mumble, and Natasha laughs huskily. She begins to type into the calculator, silently forcing you to take a much needed break while she double checks your work. Natasha typically works in silence, but today she puts on your Spotify playlist. Preferably she puts on the playlist with classical music on it.

“This all checks out. We should be able to get the checks out to Tony for our next rescue by next Monday.”

You nod your head, determined to assist with the next mission. You pull out your phone. You don’t have any new messages from Wanda. Frowning, you slide the phone back into your sweatshirt pocket. You’re ready to be done with work for the morning. The impossible urge to get up and move was setting in quickly.

“What time did Wanda say she’d be home?” You whine growing antsy in Nat’s lap. Without thinking, she places her hands on your hips to keep you still. You freeze the moment you feel Natasha’s touch.

“Am I not enough, baby?” She asks.

You are hyper aware of her hands on your hips. Her words echo through your mind like they are bouncing off the walls of an open chamber. Suddenly you can’t think about anything else but Natasha’s hands on you. You can feel her eyes looking down at you. Timidly you look up through your lashes at her. The stark green of her eyes never ceases to amaze you. Her eyes are emeralds shimmering in the sunlight.

“Nat,” you say, voice low.

“Hmm?”

You look up the tiniest bit more to stare directly into her eyes. With one of her hands still on your hip, her other hand tips your chin up to connect your lips together. And oh boy, does she kiss you.

Your heart flutters excitement in your chest. Natasha tastes like coffee and mint. Her red lipstick stains your naked pink lips. You had always pictured Natasha’s lips to be gruff, but they are quite the opposite. Her lips are perfectly moisturized, and so very gentle when kissing you. She’s gentle, but urgent with you. The kiss only lasts a few seconds, but when you break apart you're gasping for air. Had you been holding your breath that entire time? Nat rubs your back with her free hand, forehead pressed against yours. The two of you giggle like school children.

“Oh?” Wanda’s voice rings in the room, and your head whips in her direction.

“WANDS!” you nearly cheer, clambering out of Natasha’s lap. Half running to her, she opens her arms to embrace you. She wraps her arms around you and squeezes you for a tight hug.

“I missed you,” you mumble into her. Wow, have you always been this clingy?

“Really it didn’t look like it just a moment ago?” Her voice is half playful and half serious. Which confirms to you that she’d witnessed you and Natasha kissing a minute ago.

“C’mon Wands, it’s not a race” Nat says casually, turning her attention back to her computer. Your cheeks are burning as you look up at Wanda. She looks down at you, her pupils are blown wide. You feel the tweed of her pant suit under your fingertips. She takes in your sorry expression before speaking again.

“You’re right. I’ll just have to wait for the perfect moment then.” Wanda says before scrunching her nose at you with a smile. Nat tells you both to go on and eat lunch without her, she will grab something to eat shortly. Natasha has a 12:30 p.m. call with someone from Sweden. You hear her pick up as you exit from the room, hand in hand with Wanda. You are always shocked when you hear Natasha speak another new language. Before today you didn’t even know she could speak Swedish.

“What’s for lunch?” You ask when Wanda places your switch into your hands from off the counter.

“I was thinking of grilled cheese and tomato soup. How does that sound?”

“That sounds really good actually,” Wanda gives you a large grin, and wraps an arm around your waist pulling you into a side hug before shooing you away from the kitchen. You sigh, and make your way into the living room.

You fling yourself back into the cushions, and start up your game. Your villagers have been overjoyed with the work you’ve done on your island. You smile as you see the little characters dancing around celebrating the bridge you’d built.

Quickly though, you mind thinks back to Natasha. The way her hands felt on your hips, her lips against yours. Your body is aching for her. But you had to be good. As more time passes you start to wonder about when Wanda will kiss you. You’ve been fantasizing about her for a long time. A couple of weeks ago the possibility of her even spending more than a few minutes around you was so far-fetched. But now, she’s the first person you see every morning, and the last person before you go to bed. Maybe she would kiss you after your date Saturday night.

“Y/N, honey, lunch is ready,” you jump a mile in your seat as Wanda’s voice pulls you out of your fantasy.

“C-coming Wanda,”

You quickly hit the save button, push yourself off of the couch, and make your way into the kitchen.

“I was thinking,” Wanda starts as she brings your food over to the kitchen table. You look up at her, “maybe you could do some running around for me this afternoon with Bucky? There are a few things we need for dinner, and dry cleaning we need picked up.”

You were supposed to spend the rest of the day with Natasha, and you really (selfishly) wanted to be with Nat at the moment. You wanted to be with Wanda too, but she had meetings this afternoon that she had to be at.

“MJ could come too. I know you like a little bit of company on your travels.” You take a bite of your sandwich. You notice that she’d cut the crust off for you. Glancing up, you see Wanda smiling down at her soup, moving the spoon around in the bowl.

“I think Natasha wanted to show me the security program.” You say testing the waters on how she would feel if you stayed here with Natasha. The spoon stops in Wanda’s soup bowl, and you can see her slight tug downward of her lips.

“She can show you tonight.” Wanda says reaching across the table for your hand. Fingers intertwined with yours. You sigh, knowing that Natasha would let you go. But you wanted to learn the security software now, but you knew better than to argue with Wanda.

“Okay,” you smile, and Wanda nods her head. You want to ask her what she’s thinking about. Why was she being so pushy about groceries and dry cleaning? It was the middle of the week. Wanda and you went to the store on Sunday together. There was plenty of food for dinner.

“How is MJ?” You ask casually dipping your sandwich into the soup, deciding to change the topic of discussion completely.

“She’s well! I met her boyfriend the other day. His name is Peter, he brought her flowers for their anniversary. It was very adorable,”

You smile and think of the secretary and her boyfriend sharing soft giggles outside of Wanda’s office. A small part of you wishes you had been there to meet the boy. Maybe to have Wanda introduce you as her… what were you to Wanda and Natasha? A girlfriend?

“That’s so cute,” you say, between another mouth full of sandwich. Wanda chatters about the company, and you discuss some of your favorite books. Wanda gives you a few recommendations, since she basically reads a book a week. An hour passes; the bowls and plates are left for the housekeeper to take care of. You are starting to worry about Natasha. She doesn’t usually take this long on her calls.

You peek your head into the office, and Natasha is standing at the window. Her arms are crossed, and you don’t think that she’s noticed. She looks lost in her thoughts. In an attempt to not interrupt her, you slowly start to back out of the office.

“You don’t have to go,” her voice sounds strained, like she is attempting to fight off tears.

“I was just checking on you.” You say standing in the doorway. Hands taking their natural position, clasped behind your back. She turns to look at you, and she looks tired. Her eyes are glassy, and you wonder if she really was fighting off the waterworks.

“I’m right here,” her attempt at a smile is weak, and you yearn to wrap your arms around her waist and squeeze her tight.

“Wanda asked me to do some errands this afternoon,” you say. The words hang in the air for a moment. Her eyes cast downward, and then she shakes her head. The weak smile never wavering from her lips.

“That’s okay. Tonight then, security program?” She motions with her thumb over her shoulder to her computer.

“You bet!” You smile, and walk over to Nat. You embrace her, arms around her waist. You don’t know what’s wrong, but you hold her tight to remind her that you are there for her. Her muscular arms wrap around you, and you feel her growing soft again. Defenses falling for you.

“I’ll miss you,” you mumble against her chest. She chuckles softly.

“It’s only a little while, baby girl,” Nat leans down, and kisses the top of your head. You try to turn your head so that she will kiss you again, but gracefully she maneuvers out of your hold. You frown, and the older woman ruffles your hair.

“Call me if you need anything, okay? I'm gonna run to the warehouse to meet Clint and Kate.” You nod your head, and head out to do the list of errands that Wanda left for you to do.

You spend the entire afternoon thinking about Natasha. Had your kiss been so bad that she didn’t want to kiss you again? Would she tell Wanda that you didn’t kiss well? To be fair you think you’ve only kissed 3 people ever, including Natasha. You also wonder why she had been upset. Bad kissing didn’t equate tears?

When you pick up the dry cleaning you see the suit Wanda bought for you for the Gala next weekend. Smiling when you see that she’d gotten your name stitched in gold lettering on the inside of the suit jacket.

“I was thinking,” you say to Bucky. He’s opted to let you sit in the front seat today. He glanced over to you. His ray bans make it nearly impossible for you to see his eyes.

“About changing the music?” He grins, as your Boygenius CD plays softly in the background.

“Absolutely not, this is ART. I was actually thinking about you possibly teaching me how to drive?” You ask, looking at him, and then glancing out the windshield again. You want to appear nonchalant. Bucky was certainly a cool guy. He never forced you to talk to him. He was perfectly content with comfortable silence. For Christ’s sake, he wore a leather jacket and suits. Nothing screams badass more than a leather jacket.

“We must have different tastes in art then.” He laughs, taking his sunglasses off to look at you. You stare at him blankly, waiting for an answer.

“I think that would be great. I’d love to teach you kid,” he winks playfully, and focuses his attention back on the road.

“Thank you, Buck.” You smile, settling back into your seat. He rolls his eyes at you using his shortened nickname. He secretly loves it, you know it.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that, by the way.” He laughs as he pulls up to the apartment building. As you’re walking up to the building you see Clint speaking to Kate in a very serious manner. They stand far enough away from the building, close to the alleyway beside the building. Kate looks apologetic as she whispers back to Clint. The blue of her eyes are piercing in the afternoon sun. Clint looks down at the sidewalk at you and Bucky, and shakes his head. You don’t want to interrupt, so you continue into the building. Bucky glances over his shoulder at the pair, and says nothing.

“What was that about?” You ask as the two of you get into the elevator. Bucky pushes the button to Wanda and Natasha's penthouse. He just shakes his head again, and continues to stare forward. A sinking feeling courses through your body as the elevator rises. You wonder if this is about Mrs. Bishop. Could it be? No, Wanda said she’d literally end Eleanor Bishop's life if she even thought about crossing her. No one would be so stupid to cross Wanda Maximoff. The elevator door slides open, and you and Bucky enter the apartment.

“Sestra, Eleanor Bishop will be stopped.” Yelena’s voice is full of annoyance, but you can hear the emotion building in it.

“That’s not the point, you dingus, she’s attempting to steal my suppliers, and sell them to Kingpin herself. EVERYTHING we’ve built is on the line right now, Yelena .” Natasha’s voice is so venomous that you feel the hairs on your neck stand up. Bucky stiffens to your left, and he motions that he’s going to step out. Clearly not wanting to impose on the sibling’s fighting. They must be in the kitchen, the two of you don’t move.

“I’m going to go check in with Clint and Kate. Call me if you need me,” He says, voice just above a whisper. His smile is apologetic as he silently enters the elevator.

“Okay, see you later,” you reply weakly. To be honest, you are kind of annoyed that Bucky just left you standing there. For a moment you wonder if you should just head home. The day wasn’t over yet though. You promised Natasha to work with her tonight. Plus you don’t think that the downstairs crew would let you head home alone right now. A small part of you feels that you wouldn’t be safe alone at the moment.

You decide to take the shopping bags into the sitting room by the elevator. You place the dinner supplies, and dry cleaning down on the fuzzy carpeted floor. Sliding down to the floor opting for the fuzzy carpet, rather than the uncomfortable couch, you pull out your phone. Two missed calls from Wanda light up your phone screen. Shit shit shit!!!

You scramble as you hit the return call button, holding the phone up to your ear. As you do, the sliding doors of the elevator open, and Wanda’s heels hitting the hardwood floor echo through the apartment. She spots you sitting on the floor, and walks over to you with concern on her face. Apologetically you look up at her.

“I-I’m sorry,” you hold up your phone, and she doesn’t notice. Her face turns solemn, as she walks over to you. The edges of her lips pull into a small frown. Her hair is pulled into a messy bun. Pulling her sunglasses away from her face you can see the slight glassy look in her eye. Had Wanda been crying today also? You jump to your feet. A severe need to comfort the red head overcomes you. Running into her arms you hug her around the waist tightly. Wanda squeezes you tight, cheek resting against the top of your head.

“I’m here,” you say because you’re not really sure what to say.

“I know, Detka. I know.” Her voice is soft. Wanda’s gentle hands comb through your hair.

“Wands,” Natasha’s voice rings through the room. Nats voice is also so gentle, and you wonder again if you should head home. To let the couple talk with each other privately. Wanda and you turn to see Natasha and Yelena standing in the foyer. Yelena has a black eye, and you wonder how she got it. She gives you a half smile, before making eye contact with Wanda. Her eyes went wide at Wanda’s expression.

“Yelena, I told you-” Wanda barks, letting go of her grip on you, and heading straight for Yelena. Natasha steps in front of her sister protectively. Yelena doesn’t shy away though, if anything she practically squares up behind her sister. Idiotically you stand frozen in place, shocked that this was playing out right in front of you.

“It’s not her fault. Eleanor’s goons hacked into our database. According to Kate, her mother went MIA about a week ago. No phone calls, no messages, nothing. Eleanor Bishop has essentially cut ties with her daughter.” Natasha says, running her hands over her wife’s arms. Wanda's tense stance relaxes slightly. Today would not be the day that Wanda throws Yelena over the side of a building.

“I told her that we know nothing. She doesn’t even know that Kate and I are involved.” Yelena says to Wanda peering around Natasha. You feel extremely out of place. The conversation between the three women feels like one right out of a movie. Not one that you’d witness in person, playing out in real time. You shift uncomfortably side to side, staring down at your Animal Crossing socks that Wanda bought you.

“Then how does she know about the sales in the first place?” Wanda says to Yelena with a tone that’s way less venomous. Yelena shrugs, and continues to explain herself,

“I think she’s tracking one of us. I’m unsure of who though. I have a feeling it’s Kate, or one of you two.” Wanda glances at Natasha. A look of horror struck across her face.

“How do you know that?” Natasha continues to run her hands up and down Wanda’s arms.

“I’ve seen someone pacing outside of the apartment building, on multiple occasions. As soon as they make eye contact with me they head in the opposite direction.” Yelena says looking at her sister with a hardened expression.

“And you didn’t think to stop them?!” Natasha says in disbelief her hands releasing Wanda’s arms. Yelena shrugs again,

“I think everyone is suspicious. I thought your girl over there was a narc. It turns out that she’s just a nerd.” Yelena gestures to you. It’s your turn to shrug. A long time ago you’d accepted that you are, in fact, a huge nerd. Yelena smiles over Nat’s shoulder at you. You give Yelena a small grin back, secretly giving her the middle finger while Wanda wasn’t looking in your direction. Natasha ignores the banter between you and Yelena. Her mind wrapped up in the insanity of the situation.

“So what’s the best course of action?” Wanda says, placing an exhausted hand on her forehead. Natasha blinks a few times, before sighing heavily, and saying reluctantly,

“She’s going about this virtually for now. On our front we will need to gear up our digital security. In regards to Eleanor, we may have to hack into her computer and delete the files in her possession. As well as any backup files she may have stashed elsewhere.” Yelena places a hand on her sister's shoulder, turning her so that she’s looking directly at you. The three women turn to you, and you look behind yourself. Trying to see if you were missing something very obvious. You point at yourself in disbelief,

“Me?” You question, grimacing in discomfort as the three sets of eyes rest heavily on you.

“You’re our resident computer specialist.” Nat says with a small smile. The dots connect, and you understand where this is going. They wanted you to hack into Eleanor’s database.

“Supercomputer.” Yelena says flipping you off. Wanda pushes her hand down firmly, before turning to you again. Her eyes are less glassy, and the look on her face makes your heart melt. Her singular forehead crease smoothes out, her entire body relaxes. Wanda extends her arm out for you. Yelena smirks at you when you bury yourself into Wanda’s side, inhaling her scent. Yelena would be giving you shit for this another day, you knew it.

“Our intelligent girl,” Wanda says, squeezing you tighter into her side. You nod sheepishly.

“Barton, Kate Bishop, and I will stake out Eleanor’s place. We’ll get a good idea of where to track her.” Natasha agrees, and the two sisters embrace, mumbling something to each other in Russian that you don’t understand. When Nat swats at her sister playfully, and they both glance over at you; you know they’re talking about you. Your eyebrows scrunch together, clearly confused.

“Am I going to have to learn Russian?” You say with a deadpan tone, and Yelena shakes her head and cackles,

“No, this is way too fun. Anyway, Bye!” She enters the elevator and leaves.

“Is she always so cryptic?” You mumble, and Wanda cracks up. She presses a small kiss to the top of your head. You lean more of your weight into Wanda, and she supports it happily. Natasha gives you both a warm look, but her eyes still are clouded with worry. You reach out, and tug at the hem of Natasha’s long sleeved black shirt. She looks down at your tugging hand, and takes a small step toward you and Wanda. Wanda hums, as Nat’s arms wrap around you, and you are squished between both women.

“You both needed a hug, so I am offering you my best deal, the 2 for 1 hug.” You giggle looking between the redheads. It takes a whole 5 seconds for your words to register in Wanda’s brain, and then she’s hysterically laughing. The grip she has on you and Natasha loosens. The tension in the room fizzled out with each passing moment.

“That was horrible,” Natasha’s voice is full of amusement though. You stay like that for another minute or two, before the two women start chatting about the plans for the night.

“I’ve got to make a few calls, Y/N and I can go through the computer to check for security breaches after dinner.” Nat says to her wife, reaching up to tough Wanda’s cheek,

“Join us?” You ask Wanda. She looks off guard by your question.

“Oh, honey I don’t know if I’d be much help.” Her voice sounds cautious.

“We want you there,” Natasha replies before you can. Wanda extends one tender hand to Natasha, and another to you.

“If you both insist,” she says nonchalantly.

She leans over and kisses her wife, and you feel their love for each other in such a domestic moment. When their lips disconnect, Wanda looks down to you. You’re already looking up at her with affection radiating off of you. She leans down, and connects her lips to yours. Your heart is doing backflips in your chest. You let out a content sigh against her lips, as if to say ‘finally’ . Wanda tastes like vanilla, and you wonder if she’s had a vanilla oat milk latte today. The kiss lasts only a few seconds, and you are yearning for more. You huff in annoyance as she pulls away the tiniest bit.

“Somebody is eager,” Wanda says, ghosting your lips. You desperately bite back the urge to whine for her to kiss you again.

“Not to sound like a perv, but if you keep doing that I won’t be able to make these calls,” Natasha says, staring at you and Wanda. You lean up on your toes, and boldly peck Natasha’s lips.

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we Ms. Romanov!!” Natasha is visibly stunned, and Wanda bursts into another round of hysterical laughter. Quickly you untangle yourself from the two women’s arms, and dash towards the kitchen.

“Did she just?” Natasha says, her cheeks turning a rosy red. Part of you feels a bit smug to be the one not blushing for once.

“Sweetheart, You’re blushing.” Wanda says patting her blushing wife on the back before following behind you.

Wanda prepares Natasha’s favorite comfort food for dinner, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, apple slices, and cheese crackers. At first you thought she was making something for you, but when you protest Wanda admits that Natasha loves PB&J sandwiches.

“I never would have expected that,” you say, grabbing the box of cheese crackers from the pantry. For a woman who literally works out for two hours every morning, Natasha has such a sweet tooth. You’ve grown accustomed to her hand expecting at least a few m&ms from the tube whenever you snack on them. During movie nights Natasha would dump m&m’s into the popcorn. She claimed it cut through the saltiness. The Russian was right of course, and for once the combination didn’t mess with your aversion to mixed food textures.

Wanda smiles, and with a shrug she says,

“I’m making brownies too. She likes them fudgy,” she plucks the box from your hands, and then goes back to putting together the sandwiches. You notice the 1 with the crust cut off and smile, wrapping your arms around the Sokovian.

“Wanda?” You ask timidly.

“Yes, detka?” Wanda’s voice is so soft. You loved domestic moments like these that you shared with the women.

“I’m really happy you kissed me,” your voice is small, but for some odd reason you feel the need to tell her.

“I’m really happy that I kissed you too, sweet girl.” She puts down the butter knife, and turns to face you. She licks a small bit of peanut butter off her thumb. She pretends to not see the slight pink in your cheeks as you watch her do so.

“Were you upset this morning when you saw Nat and I kissing?”

“Oh sweetheart,” Wanda tries to wave you off.

“Please tell me,” you say leaning into her. You can feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Why didn’t she want to tell you?

“Y/N, this is all still so new. Natasha has always been the bolder one between the two of us. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, and for a moment there I do have to admit I was jealous.”

“Of me?” You say narrowing your eyes. Wanda laughs, shaking her head.

“Would you believe me when I said I was jealous of you both?” You must look confused as you pull back to look at the older woman. Head cocking to the side, silently questioning her jealousy.

“Call me selfish, but I wanted both of you to kiss me the way you were having each other. I wanted to be Natasha, holding you in my lap, pulling you in to kiss me so intimately. On the other hand, I wanted to be in my wife’s lap kissing her, like I always have.” The gears turn in your head, and it all makes sense then. You nod your head softly, and peer up at her again. She runs a soothing hand over the small of your back. Feeling the need to reassure her, you reply,

“Well you can always kiss me, and I know you can always kiss Natty,”

“I know Malyshka, but I don’t want to scare you either,” her eyes do look slightly afraid, as if you were someone she was scared to lose. Wanda reaches up to run her thumb over your right cheek bone.

“I’m not scared.” You admit, face turning the color of cherry tomatoes. For the first time you felt like you were just as important to Wanda and Natasha as they were to you.

“If I’m being honest here, Nat and I also don’t want to get carried away with you either.” Wanda says her hand on your back stilling. Her own cheeks are heating, turning slightly pink.

“What do you mean?” You ask confused. Didn’t you just tell her you weren’t scared of her and Natasha?

“Honey, Nat and I like you a lot.”

“Ditto, but that’s a good thing, right?” Your voice is trembling. Was she trying to tell you that she liked you so much that she didn’t want to be intimate with you? That made absolutely no sense to you. She could have her way with you any day she wanted, and you’d let her. Should you tell her that? A million questions bubble behind your lips, but Wanda speaks before you can,

“It’s a very good thing, but honey, that’s not what I mean,” Her head dips closer to yours, and you’re flustered by her closeness. Brain turning to mush with Wanda’s face just inches from yours.

“I don’t understand.” You whisper.

Wanda sighs, shaking her head with a smile on her face. What you don’t expect next is the dizzying, mind altering kiss that Wanda gives you. Your eyes go wide, and then flutter shut as you kiss her back. Her hands find your hips, and pull you closer to her. Somehow it’s still not enough for her though. Wanda’s lips part, and her tongue slips into your mouth. You let her, letting your tongue dance with hers. But clearly she’s the one in control here. Your body is on fire, every portion of you is clinging to her. The world around you has gone silent besides the soft sounds you two make together. You keep yourself still for her though, letting Wanda take the lead completely, and you can tell that she loves it. Her fingers dripping the smallest bit under your shirt hem. Grazing the soft skin of your hips. When she pulls away from your lips, you lean forward, eyes still shut. When her lips don’t meet yours, you let out a small groan of frustration.

“Do you understand now?” Eyes opening you find Wanda smiling down at you again, her lipstick smudged from kissing you.

“What were we talking about again?” You ask, trying to catch your breath. Wanda looks at you in disbelief. She lets out a small laugh, rolling her eyes at you. She frees you from her arms, before saying,

“Please get me the eggs and milk from the fridge. You can help me make the brownies tonight.”

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Business as Unusual - Chapter 2: The Contract

pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings(18+only): brief mentioning of Steve Rogers; eventual kate bishop; CEO! Wanda Maximoff; Brief mentioning of Stephen strange; Jealousy; Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Mob Boss Natasha Romanov; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; mob wife Wanda Maximoff; Angst; NO CHEATING!; all parties communicate; brief Stephen strange slander

Chapter Two: The Contract

The afternoon sun drapes across you as you lay in bed. Absent-mindedly you flip through a copy of the newspaper. The driver said you could take it. You needed to prove to Wanda that you had read something right? The material is dry though. After flipping past the sports section you quickly look over the business section.

A picture of Natasha and Wanda stares up at you. Natasha’s arm wrapped around Wanda’s waist. Wanda wearing a red turtleneck sweater underneath a black blazer. Her hair is curled perfectly. Natasha wears a black jumpsuit, a deep v extenuating her figure. Their wedding bands are clearly visible. Wanda is staring lovingly at Natasha, and Natasha is staring straight at the camera with a small smirk. As if to say “don’t you wish you were me?”

Maybe- yes you would like to be Natasha, or Maybe you’d like to be Wanda. Both women clearly had an effect on you, but you couldn’t deny the small twang of jealousy as you stared at Natasha's hand wrapped around Wanda’s waist. You wished that she would hold you like that.

You sigh, and briefly skim the article. Sales were up 75% from the last year. You knew this. You crunched numbers for Steve all day. Although your salary was subpar, you felt a sense of pride knowing you worked for a successful company. After perusing a few more articles you flip to the funnies, and laugh at the latest Garfield comics. Truthfully, you wanted to look at the comics first, but you couldn’t report to your boss that you read The Song of Achilles for the fifth time. The business section seemed like the next best option.

The rest of the day goes by slowly. Your nap is cut short since you are unable to stop replaying the events of the morning in your head. Tossing and turning, you day dream about the way her fingers brushed against your cheeks. Running clumsy fingers over the bandage on your chin. It’s not until you wince from the residual pain that the daydream ends.

After failing to sleep you take a walk in the park, like Wanda told you to. The feeling of the sun hitting your cheeks has you feeling light on your feet. You really can’t remember the last time you took a leisurely stroll. If you were being honest with yourself, your life had become train ride after train ride between work and the city. Ever since your breakup six months prior, the weekends felt like long gaps of time filled with binge watching shows, and going to the laundromat. Speaking of which, you desperately need to do a load of laundry this weekend. You finish up the day with a good old fashion bowl of Ramen Noodles, and then settle into bed. The small dragonfly night light in the corner of your bedroom helps calm your nerves, as you drift to sleep.

The next morning you are dressed, and about to head out the door when the buzzer to your apartment goes off. You wonder if you should answer it, but decide against it. Absolutely not wanting to be late to see Wanda this morning. The elevator is out again, so you take the stairs two at a time down the 8 flights.

Stopping dead in your tracts you notice the very expensive Rolls Royce parked outside.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” A man in a suit asks as you attempt to sneak your way past him. Skidding to a halt, you turn and look at him. He wears a pair of ray bans that hide his eyes. His expression is unreadable.

“Depends on who’s asking?” You ask giving him the side eye. The dark haired man is about six feet tall, but you gazed up at him unafraid to back down.

“Ms. Maximoff ordered the car.” He says shrugging, jerking his thumb back at the Rolls Royce Phantom behind him. You peer around him at the sleek black car. Not comprehending what exactly was going on here.

“Wanda what?” The words falling from your lips in disbelief.

Just then your phone buzzes in your pocket. Instinctively you reach for it.

From: Unknown

Public transportation is unsafe for a good girl like you.

See you soon. Let me know what to have MJ pick you up from Russo’s. - W.M.

Your mouth falls open as you look up from your phone at wannabe Men In Black. Wanda ordered a driver to get you to work this morning? Swallowing, you try to find your voice, attempting to muster up some kind of confidence.

“Tell me your name.” You tap your phone against his chest lightly. He doesn’t seem phased by your nosiness. His medium length brown hair is scraggly at his shoulders. It doesn’t quite fit the rest of his persona at the moment.

“James.” He quirks a half smirk.

“James, thank you. Cars make me nervous, please get me to Wanda safe.” He fully smirks at you now, looking over the tops of his sunglasses. Revealing a set of sparkling blue eyes.

“You got it, Ms. Y/L/N”

He opens the door for you, and you slide in with ease. The smell of leather fills your nostrils. James ignites the engine, and pulls away from your apartment. Staring at Wanda’s message. You type one reply. Delete it. Type another reply. Delete it. Finally you hit send.

Not even a minute later your phone buzzes again. Your heart does a kick flip in your chest. Wanda sent another message.

You let her last message sit out in limbo. It wasn’t that you didn’t like breakfast. It was the fact that eating with Wanda made you feel like there were golf balls in your stomach. Resting your head back, you just hope that Wanda didn’t have pancake breakfast waiting for you.

Half an hour later, James pulls up outside of the office, and turns to look at you. He removes his sunglasses and gives you a smile. He’s pretty handsome.

“Have a good day, Y/N. Have Wanda call me if anything comes up.” You thank him, and open the door. You had to admit that you sort of felt cool rolling up to work on time in a fancy car. Co-workers probably thought you were ubering to work.

If only your clothes matched your little fantasy. Quickly you make your way into the building. Ignoring the anxiety that you felt knowing you were working directly with Wanda. You let the giddiness wash over you. Without hesitating you hit the elevator button and take the ride up to Wanda’s office. The doors of the elevator open, and you step out with more pep in your step than you felt in months. Absent-mindedly you chew on your lip from the subtle anticipation.

MJ was already at her desk, her brow furrowed as she squinted to read her computer screen. Her glasses sit perched on her head, and you wonder for a moment if you should tell her. She looks up at you, and her smile lights up.

“Good Morning, Y/N,” Her voice sounds chipper enough for 8:45 a.m. on a Thursday. Either way you are glad to see your potential new friend.

“Morning, MJ,” You smile back at her as you approach Wanda’s door.

“You take bright and early very literally,” She giggles, and you nod your head giving her a sheepish smile.

“I am a very dedicated employee,” You mumble, followed by a small laugh, before reaching up to give Wanda’s door 3 small knocks. Your skin is buzzing in anticipation. Heart sitting in your throat as you hear the clicks of Wanda’s Heels heading straight towards you. The door swings open, and her green eyes meet yours.

“Good Morning, Y/N. Come in,” She’s pleased with you being early. She gestures for you to enter. From behind you Wanda lifts the straps of your backpack from off of your shoulders, and lowers it to the floor next to her desk. Before you sit down at the desk, you hear Wanda’s heels retreating towards the coffee table and sofa. So you turn to follow her. She sits in the armchair opposite of you, and you eye up the array of fruit and croissants. Silently, you thank her for not getting pancakes. Attop of of a small black and red coaster you see it. Your black coffee. You lick your lips as you can smell its aroma in the air. Was it obvious to Wanda that you were a caffeine addict?

“How was your ride into town? Cozy?” Wanda asks with a smile. Her red lipstick looks fresh, and you wonder what brand she uses. The drugstore brand that you used on special occasions rubbed off almost immediately.

“Yes! Thank you again. You definitely did not have to do that,” You blush as her actions mean more to you than you think she realizes.

“Like I said, public transport isn’t safe. It gives me peace of mind knowing you’ll arrive here every day.” She crosses her legs, flipping her hair over her shoulder again. You notice that she does this whenever she wants to come across as nonchalant. You ignore her attempt to set you at ease. You desperately want to know why she cares this much about your well-being. For now though, you nod your head, and grab a few pieces of sliced kiwi from the tray. Wanda’s eyes light up seeing you attempt to eat.

“Is this alright? I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat in the mornings.” She gestures to the trays of food.

“Oh. Y-yeah. I’m not much of a breakfast person. I love fruit though,” You pause, and grab a croissant from the tray, placing it onto your plate, “And croissants actually are my favorite pastry. ” You smile, breaking open the pastry to reveal the dozens of layers of butter and pastry. They were fresh, and you could tell. Wanda eyes you with a warm smile. She reaches for her drink, and takes a sip. She closes her eyes, and you can tell that she’s enjoying this moment of bliss.

“What kind of drink did you get?” You ask when she opens her eyes again. To your surprise her cheeks turn the slightest tinge pink. Wanda Maximoff, embarrassed? You silently bask in how cute she looks when she blushes.

“Would you judge me if I said a lavender oat milk latte?” Wanda says, looking away from you. You giggle, it should have been obvious to you that she was drinking a beverage so queer coded.

“So you are judging me.” She quirks an eyebrow at you, and you try to stifle your laughter.

“No! No! I just should’ve known,” You wave your hands trying to let her know that you’re being playful.

“I’m confused,” Wanda’s Sokovian accent bleeds through for a moment, and you notice. Ignoring how adorable she’s being, you attempt to explain,

“It’s… you know… queer.” You do a little flick of your wrist. Hoping she understands the gesture, and that the age gap between you two isn’t going to ruin the moment. You take a sip of your coffee now feeling just how dry your mouth felt from the nerves.

“Well that would explain why I've had people slip me their number after I’ve ordered this drink.” You inhale suddenly from the way her words throw you off. Unfortunately you had been in the middle of sipping your coffee. Immediately you choke on the liquid. Wincing at the burning sensation in your throat. This is what you get for attempting to drink a scalding hot drink without waiting for it to cool. Wanda jumps to her feet to help you. You hold up a hand.

“I’m fine- I’m fine!” You assure her, but the look of worry doesn’t leave her eyes. Clearing your throat a few times, still trying to push down the giggles

“Is it that funny to believe that someone would hit on me?” Her voice is completely serious. Heart sinking into your ass and you fall silent. Giggles long forgotten. With burning cheeks you look down at your hands again. This is it, she’s going to fire you for being an asshole. You think to yourself. Shame filling your thoughts.

You bite your bottom lip, and then reply, “No, I can believe it.” Meaning it since you know you would hit on her if you had an ounce of confidence (and obviously weren’t already her employee).

“I’m screwing with you, Y/N.” Wanda’s replies, a smile in her voice. When your eyes meet she winks at you. Of course she’s screwing with you. Wanda always found a way to make you squirm. A small part of you knows that she loves to see you flustered. Your brain couldn’t help but short circuit when she would wink at you; make a joke at the copier, or by making faces at you during staff meetings ( when you both were clearly not listening ).

“Relax, Sweetheart.” Taking a few deep breaths you feel the blush disappear from your cheeks.

“So now that we’ve established that my drink is extremely gay. Let’s get to business.”

You nod, and stand to grab a piece of paper and a pen. Wanda reaches down to her bag, and pulls out a stack of documents. She leans forward, and places the document gingerly into your hands. It’s a nondisclosure agreement . Your eyebrows knit together, and you absentmindedly sit back down on the couch.

“Wanda, why am I signing an NDA?” Wanda places a few pieces of fruit onto her plate, and plucks a grape in between her thumb and forefinger. She eyes you with a look that you can’t quite understand. Her tone is serious when she replies,

“Do you trust me?”

You don’t hesitate before replying, “Absolutely.”

“Sign the document,”

You stare down at the stack of papers, and flip through it. Once, and then again for good measure.

“Always crossing your t’s and dotting your i’s. Very thorough,”

You didn’t know how to tell Wanda that your dad is an attorney. Growing up, despite his general dislike of you, your Father made sure to stress the importance of reading a document before signing it. Right now though, you push his words out of your head. Clicking your pen, you sign on the line above your name.

“Thank you,” Wanda says before taking the document to her desk. You can feel the questions dancing behind your lips, and she notices.

“You are my personal assistant, and data analyst for Natasha and I’s affairs.”

You raise your eyebrows. If you were Wanda’s personal assistant, what did that make MJ? That poor girl probably needs this job more than you do.

“What about MJ?” Your voice is full of worry.

“MJ is my company secretary, you will be filling in the gaps for any other needs Natasha and I have.”

Natasha? Your heart rate speeds up at the thought of Natasha telling you what to do, and when to do it. You mull over her words, honing in on her choice of words. MJ was her company secretary, does that mean your work was outside of company limits?

“What are my hours?” You ask, running a sweaty hand through your hair. Your palms are clammy, but you don’t want to jump to conclusions.

“You will be on call for me and Natasha. When we call, you answer. This isn't a company position, Y/N. You do understand that, don’t you?”

Does this mean you were fired from your old position? Picking at your cuticles, You cross your legs, squeezing them together. Feeling hot tears well in your eyes. You blink them away. No, not here, not in front of the one person you so desperately wanted to impress. She could not see you like this.

“I can’t believe I got fired.” Your voice is full of emotion. Self Deprecation setting in quickly. Wanda shifts in the arm chair across from you. You refuse to look up at her sudden movement. Your cuticle begins to bleed as you pull on a hangnail. The world grows smaller as you retreat into yourself. Wanda moves to the seat next to you. She places a reassuring arm over your shoulders. She smells of vanilla and honey. Her closeness comforts you.

“You’re not being fired. You have a choice. You can continue to work for Steve,” Wanda pauses, giving your shoulder a squeeze, “or you can quit and work for me and Nat. The choice is yours, dear.” You lean into her with a bit of your body weight. She doesn’t shy away from contact. If anything, the grip on your shoulders tightens. A choice between crunching numbers all day for Steve Rogers, possibly never moving up in the company. Stuck under someone else's thumb. This offer from Wanda felt like a step up somehow. And despite not being much of a materialistic person, you cannot deny that a chance of a raise sent a thrill through you. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, feeling the slow rush of excitement setting in.

“I choose you and Natasha.”

“Good choice, honey.” She winks at you again before turning to wrap her arms around you. Your head rests briefly on her shoulder. Wanda pulls away, her hands resting on your upper arms, thumbs stroking back and forth. Your eyes lock for a brief moment, as you smile at each other. Wanda’s mouth hangs open the slightest bit with a smile.

Wanda’s office door opens, and you jump in your seat. It breaks you out of your trace, but Wanda doesn’t move. Her fingers are still stroking your arm.

“Good Morning, my love,” Wanda’s voice is full of love as you both look over to see Natasha. She is breathtaking in high waisted black trousers, and a low cut satin white blouse. The clicks of her stilettos barely audible as she moved. Her curly red hair pulled in a braid down her back. For a moment you felt like the world stopped as you took her in. Sure, Natasha had hired you. But if you were being honest, when you knew she was going to be in the office you would purposely stay glued to your desk. Steve would have meetings with her in his office, and she would always be sure to say hello to you.

“Good Morning,” Natasha’s voice is always throaty and low. She pauses before making her way over to you and Wanda, “I see that you’ve already started, I’m sorry for being late.” She leans down, and kisses Wanda. You divert your eyes, not wanting to seem like a pervert.

Wanda said nothing to you about Natasha being here this morning. Natasha settles herself in Wanda’s arm chair. Carefully she takes a manicured hand and picks up a strawberry from the fruit platter. Her cherry red lips wrap around the berry, and she hums in delight. Your hands, which are still on Wanda’s arms, tighten as you watch Natasha. She pats your arms with her hands, and releases you.

“Let’s get the paperwork together, and then we’ll get you settled.” Natasha sets the leaf of the strawberry on a napkin. Before sitting back in the chair. Her arms resting lazily on the arm rests, as she looks at you. Meanwhile you have a death grip on your thighs. Wanda holds up the signed NDA, making it clear to her wife that your lips were legally sealed. Natasha nods her head with a smile.

“So Y/N, how does it feel to be free of grandpa Steve?” Wanda stands, and passes by Natasha. Wanda ran a love hand up Natasha’s extended arm. You stare at Natasha, convinced that your face is the color of a cherry tomato. Her eyes clearly amused at your flustered state.

“Well, I don’t think I’m going to have to teach either of you how to work Excel. So it’s definitely a step up.” You mutter.

Natasha lets out a low chuckle. She is the picture of ease sitting in her chair. Her confidence radiates off of her, and part of you feels a bit envious.

“You’re right, Wands,” she says before taking a sip of her own coffee, “she is funny,” Wanda hums in response, as she carries another stack of documents over to you. She sits down next to you. Your legs brushing up against each other lightly. To your surprise it’s Natasha who speaks next. Your eyes lifting to meet her green orbs. Her features have gone completely neutral. So different from the playful woman who sat before you just moments before. Wanda lays the contract on the coffee table at your knees.

“Read the contact over, carefully,” Natasha waits for you to nod your head before continuing, “Your salary, living arrangements, days off, are your decision. However, I will not pay you over $150,000 a year, and you cannot take more than 3 months off a year. Your choice of apartment must be within two blocks of Wanda and I.” Natasha’s voice hangs heavy in the air. Has the room always been this humid?

You think you’re going to be sick from the rush of adrenalin. $150,000 a year and moving? You were barely making $40,000 in your current position, and your lease wasn’t up for another six months. Wanda notices the shift in your body language, and places a gentle hand on your back. Her thumb rubs circles into a knot in your lower back, and you fight the urge to squirm under her touch.

“Read it over, dear,” Wanda’s voice is soft in your ears, and obediently you pick up the contract.

This agreement establishes The Terms of Employment between the following parties:

Wanda Maximoff-Romanov and Natasha Romanov (Referred to as Party 1)

And

Y/N Y/L/N (Referred to as Party 2)

Party 2 is herein referred to as a “The Assistant’’ and is set forth to be available to Party 1 on a 24 hour; 365 day basis.

The parties hereby agree to the following provisions as the terms and conditions of The Assistants Employment :

The Assistant must live within walking distance of Party 1’s home apartment;

Party 1 is to help The Assistant settle into her live quarters under the terms of the contract;

Neither party may discuss the contents of the contract with any unapproved persons;

The Assistant is to keep all personal matters which involve Party 1 confidential unless Party 1 approves of the individual ;

Clothing

Food

Material Indulgences

Affection

Open Communication

You continue to flip through the Agreement, digesting that you will have to move in order to fill this position. What will your father think? You wonder briefly before you remind yourself that if your father wanted to have an opinion on your life then he would have to be an active participant. Rather than a judgmental asshole who swoops in to kick you when you’re already down. The reminder of his very existence has you grappling for a pen.

“Where do I sign?” You say with an air of confidence looking up at Natasha. Her red lips pull into a smirk. Her eyes darken, and she leans forward in her seat. Her elbow resting on her knee, and a hand holding her face. Wanda's thumb stills on your back, fingers tightening. You fight the urge to lean further back into her touch.

“Last page, sweetheart,” Natasha’s tone is warm, and you feel your insides fuel with excitement as you sign your name above the dotted line. The details could be sorted through later. Right now, all you could think about was the thrill you felt under Natasha’s gaze, and Wanda’s hand on your back.

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