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Yellow Curtains - Chapter Six - Wanda Maximoff Series

Summary: Wanda Maximoff's senior year at Novi Grad School is duly planned for her. She has good friends, good grades, and a good system to hide who she really is. Or, the one based on Evak from the Norway Skam series, where Wanda is queer and tries to survive the last year without anyone knowing about it.

Warnings: (+18), general warnings about language and violence, legal drug use, mentions of underage drinking, high school, internalized homophobia and discovery of sexuality, explicit mentions of mental disorders (bipolarity and depression), dysfunctional family, making out, and eventual smut.

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Chapter Six - The Infinity

Torek, 16:55 (Tuesday, 4:55 pm)

A soft melody left the speaker connected to your cell phone, both on the nightstand. On the bed, besides open history books and some crumpled papers, your body pressed Wanda's onto the mattress.

Lazy kisses that went from hungry to slow and sensual in minutes, and have been like this for almost two hours now, making out in the middle of studying.

Wanda has definitely never felt like this, and she wasn't complaining. She wished you would keep kissing her, sliding your tongue against hers and holding her by the hips, and never stop.

But you had to when the music did.

With an unhappy grunt, you parted your mouth from hers, sitting up on the bed to reach for the cell phone that was ringing and disrupting the music. Wanda giggled lightly, following you to hug you from behind with the intention of pulling you back.

"What the hell does he want?" you muttered annoyed, staring at the screen, and attracting the attention of Wanda, who glanced over your shoulder at the cell phone. Peter Parker's name and little photo icon made her stomach churn. You sighed impatiently, putting a hand to your face before answering it. "It better be life or death, Peter." You grunted. Wanda is able to hear his voice because you forgot to take it off the Bluetooth speaker.

"Is that any way to talk to me, babe?"

Your immediate reaction was to steal a glance at Wanda, who tensed up behind you. With another sigh, you pulled your cell phone from your ear to take it out of the Bluetooth before standing up to the balcony.

Wanda hugged her knees, trying to keep all insecurities down. She trusted you and you sounded really annoyed on the phone.

"Stop calling me that, we're not together anymore!" She heard you warn between your teeth. "If you don't stop bugging me I'm going to throw all your shit out the window, I'm warning you. Stop calling me! And only text if it's urgent or from work, asshole."

You hung up, threw the phone on the couch, and turned to Wanda, who spoke before you could;

"I thought you broke up with him."

Your expression softened, the angry tension leaving your shoulders. You leaned over the bed, toward Wanda.

"I did." You assure. "But we were together for a long time. He still has some things to pick up from here. And besides, we're parkour teammates. We're both instructors at the same academy."

Wanda frowns slightly. "I didn't know you did parkour."

You smile, shrugging. "It's important to get some exercise."

Wanda sighs, pulling you by the shoulders to lay on top of her as she lays back down on the bed. You gladly follow, finding a comfortable position with your head on top of her breasts, and running your hands around her to hug her.

"I didn't know you did theater either." She whispers, taking one of her hands to stroke your hair. You giggle, adjusting to look at her.

"I started when I was a kid. Mom thought it helped with shyness." You recount.

"Did it help?"

You twitch your nose. "A little, but I still get tongue-tied with pretty girls." You joke, receiving a gentle pinch from Wanda in return that makes you laugh. Once it stops, you face her. "Peter and I are over, Wanda. I promise. I'm all yours."

You assure her by looking into her eyes, and Wanda believes you wholeheartedly.

She spins you onto the bed in one movement with her legs, swallowing your surprised sigh with a hard kiss. You smile against her lips, kissing her back immediately and helping her to sit on your lap. Once comfortable, her hands rest on your shoulders and she breaks the kiss.

"I'm yours too." She whispers with her forehead on yours, filling your chest with joy. Before you can kiss her again, she adds, "But you've been a terrible hostess. I'm starving."

You fall into laughter for a long moment before tightening your grip around her to get out of bed. "All right, pretty girl, let's find you some food."

–//–

Torek, 17:25 (Tuesday, 5:25 pm)

Glasses of ingredients shudder on the kitchen counter as Wanda's back hits the cabinet hard.

She gasps for air against your mouth but you continue to kiss her hungrily, and Wanda loves it. She loves the feel of your lips, your hands...

"Wow, in the middle of the kitchen?" A female voice suddenly sounds and you break the kiss out of surprise before letting out an embarrassed grunt, hiding your blushing face in Wanda's neck, who laughs breathlessly as Natasha and Carol take off their coats and shoes in the doorway next to the kitchen.

"Sorry to interrupt girls, but did you know there is something called a bedroom?" Natasha teased next to her girlfriend, receiving a middle finger from her best friend, who stroked your back until you let go.

You motioned to the abandoned sandwiches as soon as the make-out session began. "I thought we had the apartment empty today, sorry." You muttered to Wanda, ignoring your sister's snort.

"Hey, don't blame me, you didn't say you wanted the place to yourself." Carol warned from the doorway, but you rolled your eyes paying her no attention as you quickly served things on plates to take to your room. Wanda moved away to the door, leaning over to Natasha who came to ask her in a whisper:

"You guys seem to be having a good time."

"We were until the lovely couple interrupted us." Wanda whispers in a joking tone back, making Nat laugh.

"Well, wear protection, kids!" Carol teases before pulling the redhead away into her own room.

Wanda laughs at the grimace you exhibit, walking over to you to kiss your cheek. "You look cute when you're grumpy."

You offer her a small smile. "Sorry about the audience, next time I get us some privacy."

Wanda chuckles. "Don't be silly, mrček. I don't mind, we're among friends." Wanda assures, losing the way you blush at the affectionate nickname because you look away with the excuse that you have the snacks on plates ready to take to your room.

"All right, then, let's go." You mutter walking off in the direction they came from, and Wanda follows you without question.

This time, it is Wanda who sets up the music in the bedroom - ignoring your teasing glance at the Taylor Swift album that begins - and you both eat on the couches near the television.

Wanda finishes first and starts looking around, while you busy yourself watching her.

She takes in as much detail as she can. From the frames on the walls that she hadn't seen, pictures on murals, CD collections in the bottom drawers, and every book on the bookshelves, trying to put together a map of your head with the things she learns.

"Can I play a little?" you ask from the couch, and at the first moment, she gets it wrong, blushing with her back to you. As she turns around and sees you with the PS5 controller in hand, she raises an eyebrow. You chuckle lightly. "It helps me. To focus." You confess to her, and with no chance at all of Wanda denying it now. She nods, and you turn on the video game.

While you are playing, she continues to look around. She finds homework, magazines, and even a small amusement park teddy bear. She is looking through books on her computer desk when a small plastic bag catches her attention.

She grabs it and-

"Wow, you found that. It's yours, I think." You warn her having stolen a glance in her direction. Wanda frowns, twirling the plastic packet of weed in her hands. "I'm pretty sure you dropped it that night after Stark's party, in the railroad, you know? I noticed because I didn't take my eyes off you all night. But well, I don't smoke, and I saved it to give back to you but I guess I just forgot."

Wanda giggles weakly, finding the whole thing funny. She looks at you, playing video games with your hair half messed up - it was probably her fault and the last few hot kisses you exchanged - and thinks she wouldn't trade this here for anything.

"It's not mine, but a friend's." She counters. "Can I have it back, since you don't smoke?"

You shrug, nodding yes, and Wanda walks away to put the marijuana away in her backpack. She turns back to the bed and sighs before lying down.

As she faces her ceiling fan, she thinks about having a bit of decent study but ends up choosing to check her cell phone.

The soft melody of "Gold Rush" gives way to "Tolerate it" as she checks her messages.

A verse from the Tanakh followed by an invitation from Erik makes her sigh. You take your gaze off the TV immediately and look at her.

"Is everything okay?"

Wanda doesn't even realize she made any noise and raises her gaze at you. "Yeah, it's just... my dad. Asking me and Pietro to celebrate Hanukkah with him and his brothers from the synagogue."

You ask uncertainly, "And isn't that a good thing?"

Wanda smiles sadly, "Asking would not be the right word, he is demanding that we be there. And we'd better agree or he'll find some way to punish us."

You swallow dryly, putting the video game aside to focus completely on Wanda. "What do you mean?"

She sighs wearily, blocking her cell phone and shrugging. "I don't know, he might delay our alimony, or do some sort of psych torture. He's pretty good at it. He's probably the most manipulative person I know."

You look at her half horrified. "Hey, Wands, I'm sorry. I know he's your father, but maybe, staying away from people like that is better."

Wanda chuckles humorlessly. "Believe me, I do try." She assures wryly. "I can't wait to get a job and not depend on his money anymore. But for now, I have to behave. And honestly, I think I can have fun at Hanukkah this year. I have some friends at the synagogue, so it won't be torture."

You smile weakly, reaching up to take her hands in yours. "And if it's a pain in the ass, you call me, and I'll pick you up in the same second."

Wanda gives a shy little laugh. "That would be a nice scene, huh? My girlfriend rescuing me on her motorcycle." She jokes but you are smiling, looking at her with bright eyes.

"What did you call me?" you ask, and Wanda swallows dryly when she realizes.

"I-I..."

"Say it again." You demand, moving a hand to her face to lift it back toward you when she looks down in embarrassment. Wanda swallows dryly.

"Girlfriend." She whispers affectedly, and you hum, leaning in to kiss her on the mouth.

"I liked that." You murmur close to her lips. "But what about you sweetheart, do you want to be my girlfriend too, Wands?"

She smiles, nodding immediately. "Yeah, I'd love that." You break the distance, falling on top of her on the bed.

Before the kissing session could escalate again, gasping sounds came from outside and you and Wanda - You with a horrified grunt and Wanda with a laugh.

"For the love of god, that's torture!" You complain to the ceiling, spinning on the bed to plug your ears with the pillow.

Wanda laughs as she goes to her cell phone to turn up the music to drown out any sound coming from Carol's room.

"There, fixed." She tells you once the loud Taylor Swift's music is the only thing you guys can hear.

You sigh in relief. "Thanks, you're a lifesaver."

Wanda giggles, lying down on the bed next to you. You adjust to rest your face on your hand, staring back at her.

"How long does this Hanukkah last?" you ask, and Wanda smiles as you bring a hand to her face, to brush away the loose strands of hair and place them behind her ear.

"Eight days." She replies. "We usually travel north and celebrate at a big farm that belongs to the Rabbi. Which means I'll be gone at least twelve or fifteen days."

You draw a heart with your fingers on her cheek, "I'll miss you."

Wanda smiles, counting your freckles. "I'll miss you too." She assures you. "There's no chance I'll convert you to Judaism by then?" she jokes, managing to make you chuckle.

You pinch her nose gently. "No, sorry." You mumble, and Wanda looks at you curiously.

"May I ask about what you believe? If it's okay of course."

You face her, your fingers caressing her cheeks. "It will always be okay for you to ask me anything, Wanda." You tell her, unaware of the way her chest fills with affection for you at that second. It's warm and intense, and Wanda has to press a hand to your hip and feel the skin under your shirt to know that you really are real. You know none of this, and you adjust to look up at the ceiling, a reflexive expression as you think about the answer.

Wanda prefers to snuggle into you.

"I don't think I believe in anything." You state then, and this surprises her a little. Not good or bad, just a surprise.

She watches you with curiosity. "Nothing? Not even God?"

You give a short laugh. "Especially God, Wanda." You mutter, looking down only to give her a sad smile before facing the ceiling again. You sigh. "I just...at home, really home, in New York, my father is a Christian. A big angry conservative who screams hate in the name of his god. Mom didn't believe in anything. She was a woman of science, and I never understood how she could even look at a man like Dad, but it happened. He's a Christian, and he's supposed to be the symbol of goodness, and he's not a good person. Mom was great. She could be a lot sometimes, but she was incredible. She had important values, and she never needed a god telling her what she should and shouldn't do, you know?" You start to blurt it out. Wanda just listens. "I guess I followed in her footsteps and lost any kind of connection with religion. I understand the importance, humanity needs faith because existence is scary, but I find the greatness I need in science."

Wanda rests her chin on her hand, resting it against her chest. "How?"

You sigh softly. "Just everything, I don't know." You chuckle awkwardly, trying to improve your answer with the eyebrow she raises at you. "I really like the string theory, for example. All that talk about the multiverse fascinates me."

Wanda smiles. "I think I've seen it in science fiction movies." She recalls getting a chuckle from you.

"Probably." You agree with a chuckle. "But it's much more than that. Like, string theory is this big field of physics studying dimensions. Trying to become the Theory of Everything and All Things." You recount. "I think I just really like the idea of infinity and parallel realities. To think that it's all so big and that we're so small compared to the infinity of universes that exist, and that everything that can happen will happen or is already happening." You continue half excited, making Wanda smile. "Like, right now, in another universe, we're both lying like this the same way, but... the curtains would be yellow."

Wanda chuckles lightly, turning her head to look at the window before turning back to you. "I think yellow curtains would match your room." She teases, managing to make you smile.

"You don't like it?" You ask, your hand moving down to her back to caress her. Wanda sighs lightly.

"I find it lonely." She says sincerely, and it's your turn to look at her curiously. "It's just, in infinity, nothing really matters. I don't know, I just don't like it."

"ne? (no)"

"Ne." Wanda shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. "I like to think that my life has meaning. Not just mine, but every person. And how we can be some kind of director, our choices influencing everything like in a movie. And death, well, I don't want it to be for nothing. I find peace in my faith... most of the time." Wanda comments with a small smile, wrinkling her nose. You chuckle, nodding in understanding.

There is a brief pause before you swallow dryly and continue.

"I guess that makes sense." You whisper. "It's terrifying to feel alone."

Wanda frowns slightly, staring at you, but her gaze remains on the ceiling. "Don't you like being alone?"

You snort. "Not being alone, Wanda. Feeling alone." You clarify darkly. "A feeling you can get at a crowded party or in your bedroom. Being in your own head, only with your thoughts. As if reality is all around you but you are not part of it. It's there, within your reach, but you can't plug yourself back in. And there is no way to escape from your thoughts, right? The only way to do that is to die."

Wanda brings a hand to your face at the same moment, feeling how the one on her back has begun to tremble. "Hey." She calls sweetly, waiting for you to take a deep breath, and open the eyes you closed for a moment. She looks at you with pure concern, but you force a smile at her.

"It was just a thought."

"I know what you're talking about." She murmurs back. "I have panic attacks sometimes. They're rare, but they happen. It's like losing control of your own body."

You give her a sad smile, bringing your hand to her cheek. "Does anyone else know?" Wanda denies it with her head. "Not even Pietro?"

She swallows dryly. "I didn't want to worry him."

"It's always harder to handle things alone, Wands." You tell her gently. "But don't worry. You won't be dealing with it alone anymore. I'm here."

She smiles warmly, leaning in to kiss you on the mouth. With the sound of Taylor Swift muffling the next room, you don't stop.

–//–

Petek, 13:00 (Friday, 01:00 pm)

The little paradise of memories of a sunny afternoon with you was probably the only thing keeping Wanda going for the next few days until recess.

The exams were hard, and you were busier than she would have liked. It was rare that you had time to see each other beyond school, and with the Hanukkah trip approaching, Wanda was already missing you in anticipation.

She returned to Clint Barton the missing marijuana, and the boy was so grateful that he promised to find her a job after the new year, commenting on the difficulty of new contracts at the end of the year.

On the last day of school, and also consequently her last weekend in Novi Grad before traveling north with her father and Pietro, Wanda wanted to spend some time with you.

But nothing went as planned.

"Sorry, Wands, she didn't come today." It was America Chavez, one of your drama classmates who told Wanda when she went to the amphitheater after class.

She frowned in confusion immediately. Earlier, you sent her a photo asking if the Montecchio uniform looked nice on you.

"B-but today is the play..."

America shrugged. "Yeah, but her sister called saying she was going to need the substitute." Said the girl, she was in a bit of a hurry because the end-of-year performance was going to be that night. Wanda wanted to see you rehearse, watch you perform, and come home with you. But you disappeared.

"B-but-"

"Why don't you try calling Carol Danvers? I'm sorry, I really don't know anything else and I'm running around here. See you at the play!" America walked out with some stage preps, and Wanda pulled her cell phone from her pocket.

She called you first, but it only went to voicemail. When she tried Carol, the girl answered the penultimate call and sounded tired.

"Hey, Wanda."

"Carol, hi! Can you tell me what happened to your sister? I went to the amphitheater and they said she didn't come today, but we talked earlier..."

"Yeah, Wanda, she didn't go to school." Carol confirms, clearing her throat. "Look, it's not a good time, can you call back later? Or just wait until we have some news."

"What, but she's okay, right? Carol?"

The blonde sighs on the other end. "Yes, Wanda, she's okay. Sorry, I'm busy. Talk to you later."

As if Wanda's day couldn't get any worse, her father picked her up at the school gate before the last period, and she and Pietro were taken out of school with permission from the Secretary.

"I thought we'd move the trip up a bit, to avoid traffic and get something to eat." Erik commented excitedly, but only Pietro forced a smile at him.

Wanda was looking at her cell phone, quickly keying Natasha that if she had any news of you, to call her anytime.

She was glued to her phone the whole ride, and it wasn't until the restaurant that Natasha answered something.

"Look, I think you'd better be sitting down before you see this." That was the girl's warning message, followed by a link.

Wanda clicked and it opened a video on Instagram from a local news page.

'Young teen is found on top of City Church dressed as Romeo Montecchio. Police prevent a possible suicide attempt."

Wanda's stomach churns and she widens her eyes. The video is taken from a distance, probably of some of the people around. She recognizes you, sitting on the edge.

The comments don't make her feel any better: 'Romeo when Juliet says she doesn't love him be like'; 'Kids are taking the theater too seriously these days; 'why do a scene like that? Just jump'; 'If I was there I would have asked her to jump'; 'I bet it was just to get attention; 'She fell in love with a Capulet'.

With eyes filled with tears of concern, Wanda started to type a message to Natasha, wanting to know if it was some kind of bet and where you were now, but a hand grabbed her cell phone.

"Papa, don't-"

"What are the rules of Hanukkah? We disconnect from the mundane, and connect to ourselves..."

"You don't understand, I need to know-"

"Enough, Wanda!" Erik shouts, but she stands up.

"Give it back to me or I'll start screaming."

Erik raises an eyebrow at her, a dry laugh coming out of his lips. "Excuse me?"

"I swear to god, Papa." She retorts seriously. "Give me back my phone, or I'll make a scandal in this restaurant. We're not going anywhere but a police station."

Erik begrudgingly gives her back the cell phone, still shocked by her reaction. But Wanda just turns her back on him, and walks out of the restaurant with the cell phone to her ear, dialing Natasha.

"Hey, dorogoya, first take a deep breath-"

"Natasha for the love of god, what's going on?" Wanda asks almost on the verge of tears. "Where is she? How-"

"Wanda, she's okay." Natasha assures. "I spoke to Carol just now. It was a misunderstanding, apparently. Y/N wanted to take a nice picture."

Wanda shakes her head, placing a hand over her face. "A nice picture? What?"

Nat sighs. "Yeah, it's a messed up story." The redhead retorts. "Something about capturing the special beauty or whatever. I didn't get that part. The police even less so. It was a hell of a mess, and Carol is trying to clarify that her sister is fine, they're in the hospital right now-"

"Give me the address, I'll go there."

"No, Wanda, I don't think that's a good idea." Natasha cuts off receiving an indignant laugh. "Look, Y/N has asked that no one call you. Carol told me. I don't know why, but that's what happened."

"Wh-what?" Wanda stutters hurt. "Why?"

"I have no idea, milyy." Natasha says. "Maybe she was embarrassed. Either way, you'll have to wait. She is still in the hospital, and you are leaving on a trip. Maybe she needs some time."

"How am I going to be able to go on that trip knowing she's in the hospital, Nat?"

The redhead sighs on the other end of the line. "I don't know, Wanda."

The brunette sniffles softly and sees that her father and Pietro are left exchanging glances through the window in her direction.

"Just promise you'll call me if you hear anything. Please."

"Of course, Wanda." Nat says, and the brunette thanks him before hanging up.

When she returns inside, her father wipes his mouth on a napkin as she sits down.

"Wanda, is it true then?" He questions. "That you're dating a girl?"

Wanda is so exhausted, all she does is stare at her twin brother-who has his head bowed in shame - before reaching out for her father's wine goblet. She turns it all over in one gulp, not giving a damn about her father's shock.

"And where is that your problem?"

Erik rises in a leap, ready to hit her, and so Pietro rises as well, one hand on his father's chest. Half the restaurant steals glances at the commotion, but Wanda is on the verge of tears, and it's not because of her father.

"Enough, we're going home." Pietro warns. Erik locks his jaw, pushing his son's hand away.

"I have already confirmed your presence to the Rabbi, don't you dare embarrass me." He warns, and when Wanda stands up at Pietro's gentle touch on her shoulder, he adds, "If you do, you can say goodbye to any coin of mine."

Pietro laughs incredulously, pulling his wallet out of his jeans pocket. He opens it, and throws some change on the table. "For the lunch, Mr. Lehnsherr." He says, slipping an arm through his sister's shoulder and leading her out of the restaurant.

–//–

Petek, 18:50 (Friday, 06:50 pm)

Wanda thinks she hasn't left that same position in hours. But that can't be true, because her cell phone beeped over the battery, and now it was charging, so she must have gotten out of bed at some point.

When her mother appears in her room, announcing that dinner is ready, she is no longer sure.

Pietro brings her food, and Wanda takes her eyes off the cell phone charging without further messages to the twin.

"What do you want?" she asks half angrily, and he sighs wearily, leaving his plate on the coffee table.

"Nothing, just checking on you." He mumbles clumsily. "I think I should apologize too."

Wanda pushes her hair out of her face. "You think?"

He sighs. "I must." He corrects himself. "I'm sorry for telling Dad that you were dating a girl. I wanted...I wanted to know how he would react to news like that and it was exactly as I thought."

Wanda laughs indignantly. "Wow, thanks for using me as a guinea pig, Pietro. A fucking beautiful attitude, really!" She sneered angrily, but he only sighed loudly.

"I already apologized-"

"Oh and that fixes everything." Wanda cut him off indignantly. "Look, I can't deal with your shit right now, okay? I swear, sometimes you're just like him! Anything to get what you want, with your dirty little games."

Pietro snorts angrily. "Oh, you're so different, aren't you Wanda?" He accuses bitterly. "At least I don't pretend to be what I'm not, playing innocent all the time!"

Wanda grabs a pillow and throws it over their legs. "Get out of here now! Damn it, I don't want to talk to you!"

"Very mature, sestra." He mocks, throwing the pillow back on the bed and turning his back on her, slamming the door on his way out.

Wanda sobs, but controls her own crying with deep breaths. And she sighs with relief when her cell phone vibrates, and it's you.

"Y/N, for heaven's sake, how are you?" she sounds desperate and wipes away her tears as she gets up, walking in impatient circles around the room.

You give a short, weak laugh. "I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?"

She frowns in confusion. "Because of the church, I saw the video from the news-."

You laugh again, in the same exhausted tone. Wanda doesn't like the sound, not when it's like this. "The age of fake news I would say." You joke, and Wanda starts to get annoyed.

"Is that a joke to you?" she accuses nervously. "I was worried to death-"

"Because you're nosy." You interrupt her again, and Wanda opens her mouth in surprise. You sigh. "If you had been minding your own business and your own trip, you wouldn't even know about it. But you keep fucking watching me..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" She cuts off tearfully, angry or hurt she doesn't know. "I went to surprise you at the theater! You didn't say you were going to miss-"

"Because it was none of your business." You cut her off again. "You know what, Maximoff, this here, us? We're moving too fast. I need time. To think. You've called me dozens of times and texted me another dozen. Try to take a break from it okay? At least until Christmas is over."

"W-what?" Wanda gasped in shock, thick tears running down her cheeks. "You never talked to me like this." She muttered hurtfully, but you remained silent. "Baby, please, let's-"

"Time, Wanda." You cut her off breathlessly, and Wanda doesn't know if it's out of impatience or if you're crying too. "I need time from you."

The connection goes mute, and she knows you've hung up. Still, she stands still with the phone to her ear, for many minutes afterward.

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