#nat reviews movies
Text
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
facts!
37 notes
·
View notes
Text
This is one of those rare sports drama done well. And a biography done well. Much like another well-done sports biography, King Richard, though they are quite different stories.
Sweetwater is a 2023 American biographical sports written and directed by Martin Guigui, it stars Everett Osborne as Clifton, with Cary Elwes, Jeremy Piven, Richard Dreyfuss, and Kevin Pollak.
#sweetwater#basketball#nba legend#racism#everett osborne#cary elwes#jeremy piven#richard dreyfuss#kevin pollak#biography#sports#sweetwater review#nat clifton#movie review#2023#king richard
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
#Leap#Ballerina#Elle Fanning#Nat Wolff#Kate McKinnon#Dane DeHaan#Carly Rae Jepsen#Animation#Animated#Animated Movie#movies#film#movie review#film review#movie critic#movie#film critic#film criticism#movie criticism#animated movies#animated film
0 notes
Text
Body Cam (2020)
31 Days of Summer
My ★★ Review of Body Cam (2020)
#FilmReview
Body Cam (2020)
Synopsis – When a routine traffic stop results in the unexplained, grisly death of her colleague, a cop realises footage of the incident will play for her eyes only. As the attacks mount, she races to understand the supernatural force behind them – Body Cam.
Director – Malik Vitthal
Starring – Mary J. Blige, Nat Wolff, David Zayas
Genre – Horror | Crime | Mystery
Released –…
View On WordPress
#2020s Cinema#★★#Black Cinema#Body Cam#Charity Shop#cinema#Crime#David Zayas#film review#Film Reviews#found footage#Horror#Malik Vitthal#Mary J. Blige#movie review#Mystery#Nat Wolff
1 note
·
View note
Text
Chef
Natasha Romanoff x Chef!Reader
You’re the head chef at a popular restaurant where Natasha acts as a hostess, bartender, and subject of your flirtation all at once
Note: This is based on the movie Chef! It’s just a short little something to explore this variant of Natasha hehe. Enjoy!
Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist
Being a chef has always been your dream. From the day you were born, your parents often joke, you were meant to be in the kitchen.
Your affinity from cooking was only made more intense as you grew up and explored cooking as a real career. You can draw inspiration from almost anywhere and come up with amazing dishes that have no parallel.
At least that’s how it used to be. You started working at fancier restaurants in a new city and somewhere along the way, you lost the freedom to cook what you wanted.
You’re instructing your staff how to prepare for the day when the door opens.
“Y/n,” the voice that you usually enjoy hearing calls out to you. But you can tell she means business and immediate stress washes over you. “Bruce is here.”
“I cannot deal with that right now,” you say. There’s a hint of anger in your tone, but she knows it’s not directed at her.
“I’ll try to delay him, but be ready for him to come back here.”
“Thank you, Nat,” you say as she leaves the kitchen.
It’s a few moments later when you hear the voice of your dreaded boss.
"We’ve got a full house tonight, Chef. You’re making the usual, right?” Bruce asks you. His tone is a bit snarky.
“Actually I was thinking I’d try something-“
"That next word better not be new. You’ll make the menu that works. End of discussion!” Bruce fires back. He’s beginning to get angry, or as you say ‘turn green.’
“The big critic is coming and we can impress him with-“
“This is my restaurant! Not yours! Cook the fucking original menu,” Bruce leaves no room for argument.
"Fine,” you say with a sigh. He smiles at your defeat and you shake your head.
A friendly hand comes to your shoulder. “One of these days, y/n. They’ll see how good your food is,” your colleague and close friend, Wanda, says.
“Thanks Max,” you say genuinely.
You spend the next few minutes briefing the staff on the menu for tonight. It’s the same as always and your staff isn’t any happier then you are about it.
“And for wine pairings please see Natasha,” you finish your instructions. She gives you a soft look as you head back to the kitchen.
The first part of the night goes pretty smoothly. But when a food critic shows up, you grumble again about having to make the same menu.
“It’s alright, y/n,” Wanda says. “We’ll make the best molten lava cake for this jackass.”
You laugh at her and plate the food for the critic as per usual. Your trusty server, Peter, takes the food out to Tony the critic.
Watching from the kitchen, you shake your head at the way he reacts. You can’t tell exactly what he says, but you know it’s no good.
“Peter, come here,” you call for the young man. “What did he say?”
“He- um- he asked why it’s the same food as usual,” Peter says.
“Fucking Bruce,” you say, turning back to the kitchen.
Natasha catches the way you hang your head in defeat. She leaves the host table in Monica’s hands and slips into the kitchen.
“Hey there,” Natasha says, she leans softly into your arm. “You alright?”
“Not really,” you mumble as you keep chopping peppers.
“One more hour and then you’re free,” she says.
You look at her finally and she’s wearing a smirk on her face. You and Nat have made a little bit of a habit of going home together. Nothing tends to happen. You cook her dinner and she enjoys it with some flirting, but nothing more.
“My place?” You ask her quietly.
“Definitely,” she replies.
With that, she leaves you in the kitchen to finish cooking the meal for Tony that you know he’s going to rip into you about in the review article.
By closing time, you’re exhausted. Natasha helps you clean up the kitchen before you go.
Your phone dings and you dread looking at it.
“Let me see it,” Natasha says, holding her hand out. You’re reluctant. “Come on. Rip off the bandaid.”
You hand her your phone and her eyes scan the article while you grab your keys and lock up.
“So, how was it?” You ask her once you’re walking to your car together.
“Not great,” Nat says honestly. You sigh and open the door for her. She slides into the passenger side. “But don’t worry,” she adds once you’re in the car as well.
“I always worry,” you say, leaning your head back on the seat.
“I know,” Natasha says. A frown forms on her beautiful lips. “You know what?”
“Hm?”
“I’m starving,” she says.
You smile and start the car. “I can do something about that.”
At some point during the drive, Natasha’s hand comes to your thigh. Something about tonight feels different.
She makes herself comfortable at the bar across from you as you cook her one of your signature meals.
“Here you are, my lady,” you say, placing the plate in front of her.
Natasha takes a bite and as per usual she loves it.
“Good?”
“Great,” she says, a certain breathiness to her voice that threatens to make you kiss her right then and there. “Join me.”
You sit next to her and enjoy your own serving.
“This is the kind of stuff I want to cook at the restaurant,” you tell her. “Not that stuffy menu Bruce requires.”
“He doesn’t know shit about restaurants,” Nat adds.
“One day I’m going to do it. I’m going to walk in there and make my menu,” you say. Nat watches you with an amused smirk. “To hell with him.”
You catch her smirking at you and feel a heat creep up your neck.
“You’re really adorable when you get to ranting like this,” Natasha says.
“Oh, thanks,” you reply shyly.
Nat turns to you and her hands take each side of your face. She leans in.
“Can I kiss you?” She asks. Her voice is raspy and you can smell her perfume.
“Please,” you say.
She closes the distance and her lips find yours. It starts out slow but quickly she’s deepening the kiss, the result of all of the pining for each other.
“Natasha,” you whisper against her lips, breathless from the kiss.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she says.
“Me too,” you say.
You kiss her this time, taking your time to feel her against you.
“Take me to bed, chef?” She asks.
You grin at her and she pulls you off the stool and towards your bedroom.
As long as you have Natasha on your side, it doesn’t matter what any critic in the world says. And she will always be on your side.
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff au#natasha romanoff#chef au#natasha romanoff fluff#natasha romanoff comfort#wanda maximoff#tony stark#bruce banner
606 notes
·
View notes
Text
the yellowjackets and what types of videos/tiktoks i think they’d post
jackie: get ready with me’s
shauna: reading original poetry
misty: acting/lip syncing to audios from movies/edits
nat: thirst traps/piercing/tattoo tours
lottie: tarot reading
tai: asmrs
van: movie reviews
mari: messytok/argument livestreams
akilah: booktok/foodtok
crystal/kristen: skits
#daisys whimsical words#yellowjackets#yj#shauna shipman#jackie taylor#natalie scatorccio#misty quigley#akilah yellowjackets#mari yellowjackets#crystal yellowjackets#kristen yellowjackets#lottie matthews#taissa turner#van palmer#tiktok#tiktok’s
66 notes
·
View notes
Text
My Best Friend...
(Part 1 of 2 - Part 2)
Pairing: Loki x plus size female reader (y/n)
Warnings: angst (of course, not sorry), self depreciating thoughts, feeling inadequate, issues with self image, low self worth, annoying friends... but I promise lots and lots of fluff so just hold on until the end - let me know if I forgot anything 💚
Summary: What you thought would be a relaxing girls night quickly turns into an interrogation by Nat and Wanda about your non-existent relationship with Loki. After denying you are anything other then friends for as long as you can, you finally tell them how you really feel about him... and why you know he will never feel the same. The night goes from bad to worse when you realize Loki overheard you talking to them and you try to hide from him.
A/N: Loki is talked about in this part a lot but he doesn't really show up until the very end, don't worry he is going to be in the whole second part though. Also, I was going to make this one very long fic but @michelleleewise suggested breaking it into two parts so you can thank her for all the angst being in the first half and having to wait another few days for the fluff - love you @michelleleewise 💚
Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout
"Oh, come on Y/N," Natasha laughs as she sets the pizza box on the coffee table. "Just admit it and we can all move on with our lives."
"I can't cause it's not true," you tell her, looking down to avoid eye contact with the spy. You sit on one end of the couch and she sits next to you, you pass her and Wanda plates. "I'm disappointed, I thought you would be better at reading situations then this," you say sarcastically and she let's out a dramatic gasp, pretending to be offended.
"I think the real problem is you are worse at hiding your relationship with Loki then you think you are," Wanda says as she grabs a slice of pizza. "And since you won't just admit it, how about we review the facts?" Wanda asks with a wide smile before sitting cross legged on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.
"Oh, I can't wait to hear all of these supposed facts," you roll your eyes.
"Exhibit A, breakfast," Wanda says too excitedly for your liking, "Loki brings you coffee and something to eat every single morning. How do you explain that if the two of you aren't dating, hmm?"
You decide maybe it would be better to just play along with your friends this time, hoping you might be able to convince them they were both wrong once and for all. Wanda and Nat had recently become obsessed with the idea that you and Loki were secretly dating but it had really picked up over the last week.
"I'm telling you, we aren't dating. He just knows I have a lot of early meetings so it's easy for me to get distracted and then I forget to eat," you tell them.
"I don't know," Natasha shakes her head, "Worrying that you're skipping meals seems like good boyfriend behavior."
"It is not, it's good friend behavior," you correct her, "Maybe the two of you don't worry about me enough." You cross your arms and stare at Nat then Wanda, causing them to giggle.
"Still, it's impressive. I don't think Loki even knows if Thor drinks coffee, forget about him ever bringing his brother or anyone else on the team anything," Nat says, picking up right where she left off before the minor laughing fit.
"I don't know what to tell you," you shrug. "Maybe he knows I'm less grumpy when I eat. Those mission report meetings we have are brutal if I'm not fully caffeinated," you suggest another reason.
"Nice try Y/N, but those meetings are only once a week," Nat reminds you and practically wince, how did you ever think the best spy on the planet would let that detail slip past her. "Care to explain away the coffee he brings you the other four days?"
You don't answer, pretending to be interested in reading the label on your drink instead. You remember when Loki started doing it roughly three months ago. One Friday while you were watching a movie together, you complained to him that you had missed breakfast three days in a row that week due to your tight meeting schedule. You hadn't meant for him to do anything about it, you were just venting. The following Monday and every morning since, Loki would stop by your office before he trained with Thor. He brought you a large coffee exactly the way you liked it, even though you don't remember him asking how you took it, and something to eat. You offered to pay him back after the first couple of days but he just smiled and told you not to worry about it.
Wanda laughs at your lack of response, pulling you from your thoughts and asks, "I think it's time for exhibit B, don't you?"
"Oh, of course," Nat smiles and you groan, quickly realizing this was a bad idea.
"Exhibit B, your weekends," Wanda says.
"There is nothing weird about our weekends," you tell them defensively. "What are you talking about?"
"Really Y/N?" Wanda says. "You're going to pretend you and Loki aren't going on dates all the time?"
"We aren't dating," you respond, this time you don't bother to force a smile. "We just like going to the same places."
"The two of you spend every minute of the weekend together," Nat chimes in. "I don't think Wanda spends as much time with Viz as you spend with Loki."
"It's not my fault Loki is more interesting than Vision," you reply quickly, earning a loud laugh from Nat and an eye roll from Wanda.
Natasha wasn't exactly wrong though. Over the last four months you and Loki had gone to art galleries, museums, plays and parks all across the city. These outings would have been truly amazing dates... if you were dating but you weren't. You think back to last weekend when you took him to the Winter Village at Bryant Park for the first time. Your fingers begin to play with the necklace you bought from one of the many artists who had set up stalls there. You were wearing gloves so Loki offered to put it on you, gently sweeping your hair away from your neck as he stood behind you to fasten the clasp. You hadn't been able to stop blushing when his fingers brushed against your skin but thankfully you could blame your red cheeks on the sudden cold breeze.
"Y/N," Wanda says, tossing a balled up napkin at you to get your attention. "Thinking about your next date night?"
You sigh and shake your head no. "Can't you both just let this go? We're going to waste the whole night on this."
"I only have one more exhibit to prove that you are dating, then we will leave you alone," Wanda says and you reluctantly agree to hear it, knowing she will tell you either way. "Exhibit C, you sleep in his apartment way too often. I mean really Y/N, I don't know why you pay rent at your place when you sleep with him two or three times a week."
"Ah, remember two weeks ago?" Nat asks Wanda and she nods. "How many nights in a row did you sleep with Loki?" she asks you with a smirk.
You sigh, "First off, stop saying it like that. I'm not sleeping with him, I sleep at his place. Secondly..." you pause not wanting to answer her question. "Five but you know that was because of the weather."
"Once in a while I get, but that many times in a row and you are practically living with him. I would bet you even have your own toothbrush and a drawer or two at his place," Wanda jokes.
You bite your lip before you respond, you did have a toothbrush and a few things stored in Loki's apartment. He had suggested you leave some items there so you were more comfortable since you slept over so often.
"I only sleep there cause he worries about me getting home safe if it's after a certain time, like if we are out until midnight on the weekends or I work really late during the week," you explain truthfully then add, "And sometimes I accidentally fall asleep at his place if we're watching a movie and he just lets me sleep. It's really not a big deal."
"Mmhmm..." Nat nods.
"I know that look Nat so don't even say it. I've already told you, nothing happens. Loki always offers me his bed and he takes the couch in his living area," you add quickly.
"Damn," Nat laughs and pretends to look disappointed.
"Now, you've finished with your 'facts' that prove nothing. He's just my best friend, that's it," you say, desperately trying to avoid talking about Loki any longer. "Can we please move onto something else?"
"Come on, what else do we need to do to get you to just tell us the truth," Wanda says.
"We aren't together," you tell them for what feels like the hundredth time.
"You can't lie to us," Nat says as if she didn't hear you, "Out with it."
"He's not mine!" you hear yourself say loudly and the smiles fall from their faces.
You look at them both silently, suddenly feeling too exposed as you finally give up on pretending you were unbothered by their constant questions and accusations. You slowly shift so you are sitting with your legs tucked underneath you, pressing your back into the couch. Picking up one of the pillows from between you and Nat, you hold it against your chest almost as if you are trying to hide yourself.
"He's not... he's not mine," you repeat again, a bit quieter this time. "He never was and he never will be. I'm just his best friend," you say.
"Wait... no, you really aren't together?" Nat asks almost in disbelief and you nod.
"I- we honestly thought you were just trying to keep it a really bad secret. I had no idea... I'm so sorry," Wanda says softly. "We never should have pushed you so hard."
"I'm sorry too Y/N but why aren't you two dating?" Nat asks. "The two of you seem so perfect for each other."
You shake your head then lower your face into the pillow to hide the gathering tears. "What did you say?" Wanda asks when you mumble something in response to Nat. You can feel her sitting on the arm of the couch as she gently tries to pull the pillow away from your face.
You cling to it tightly but allow her to lower it a bit. "I said... he would never want to date me," you tell them without looking up. "I'm not his type," you feel the first few tears slip free and fall down your cheeks.
You pull the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands and wipe your eyes. "Loki is a freaking prince and a God. Why would he want someone like me?" you ask them the question you had been asking yourself since you realized you were in love with him.
"Someone like you?" Nat repeats your question. "Because you are amazing Y/N. You're incredibly funny, clever and-"
You interrupt Nat, "But I'm not beautiful."
"What?" Wanda asks. "Y/N, of course you are."
"No, I'm not beautiful," you tell them. "I know what I look like, I'm short and I'm significantly overweight... I could lose a hundred pounds and I would still be nothing like the women Loki dates. They have all been tall and thin, perfect just like he is," you say, keeping your head down. "He's been with models, socialites, actresses and literal princesses when he lived on Asgard. Why would he ever want me when he could have them?"
You put one hand over your face as you lose the battle to hold back your tears. "I'm such an idiot," you say more to yourself than your friends. "I let myself fall in love with my best friend even though I know he will never love me back," you grip the pillow tighter to your body and keep your eyes closed behind your other hand.
You feel a hand gently settle on your knee, squeezing lightly to comfort you. You appreciate the gesture until you realize you no longer feel Nat and Wanda sitting on either side of you. You sniffle and wipe your eyes, your heart beginning to race as you recognize your favorite smell, Loki's cologne.
"Y/N," Loki says almost in a whisper. He looks up at you as he kneels on the carpet in front of you.
"No," you say in disbelief as you stand up, tossing aside the pillow.
"Wait-" he says but you ignore him, desperately avoiding his gaze.
"No, no, no," you repeat as you realize Loki heard you say you loved him. If he heard that, what else had he heard? Before he can say anything else you grab your phone off the coffee table and leave the common area as quickly as possible.
Please let me know if you want to be added or taken off the tag list 💚💚
@michelleleewise @soubi001 @ace-of-gay @tessathechild @misunderstoodself @coldnique @lokiprompts @thomase1 @mochie85 @fi-recs-fics @huntress-artemiss @sititran @xorpsbane @kkdvkyya @lokisgoodgirl @harlequin-hangout @muddyorbs @holdmytesseract @kats72 @avoliax @peaches1958 @peachyjinx @loopsisloops @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @high-functioning-lokipath @psychospore @dukes2581 @buttercupcookies-blog @animnerd @lokiswife-dark-fox-queen @laufeyson-16 @lonadane @loki-laufeyson-1054 @pics-and-fanfics
Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated 💚💚
#loki odinson#mcu loki#loki laufeyson#loki god of mischief#loki x y/n#loki x f!reader#loki x female reader#loki x you#loki x reader#loki x plus size reader#loki fluff#loki and reader#loki angst#loki fanfics#loki fanfiction#loki fanfic#loki x reader angst#loki x reader fluff#loki x reader fanfic#loki x female y/n#loki x fem reader#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#shield agent reader#avengers fanfic#avengers fanfiction#hiddlestoners#loki#hiddlesarmy#loki romance
871 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sweet Us - Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: An accident with interdimensional portals takes you to a world where you are married to your best friend. For a certain black widow, it's a great opportunity to torment you. Or, the one where you have feelings for Wanda and sometimes you just need to visit the version of you who had the guts to tell her. | Requested
Warnings: (+18), a little bit of everything from angst, bad jokes and happy ending, some milf!wanda was well, friends to lovers, kissing, nudity, avengers being a family, some drinking, several references to comics and series inside jokes, emo wanda, mild angst, everyone is homosexual 'cause i said so, car sex in the end, strap on use, bottom!wanda, reader being a simp in every world | Words: 12.555k
A/N-> A friend from A03 asked me for this one and she had asked for a comedy and I put in several angst scenes for free. Anyway, I think it worked. Now I still have a fic from a very old request for Spider!Reader that I should post next week. Hope you like this one!
General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad
--//--//--
Sweet Us - Wanda Maximoff x Reader
The Multiverse was at war.
It didn't start in your world, however. In fact, according to Stephen Strange, the supreme of your reality, the war wasn't actually even in its infancy. He just knew that things had gotten out of hand and that the Avengers would be a good help in keeping the dangers at bay.
Therefore, Tony and Vision created special teams to help the sorcerers - In Tony's words, a glitter cleaning team (No one was offended, everyone was sure it was jealousy since Iron Man couldn't do magic) and you were one of the names on the Black Widow team.
Obviously, Natasha was the leader. You, like her, were part of the Red Room in your childhood. The third was Yelena, and she didn't want to join the mission because Kate Bishop was coming back to the compound this weekend and she wanted to be a good friend.
You understood and said fine. Natasha was annoyed.
"It's her job, Y/N!" Complained the redhead for the hundredth time on the way to the Sanctum Sanctorum beside you. "If she doesn't help us to protect the universe, she can wave goodbye to movie nights with her girlfriend."
You sighed lightly. "But she hasn't seen Kate in months, Nat! It's normal to miss each other..."
"I don't even know why I'm trying to explain this to you." Natasha interrupted irritably, her hands busy reviewing ammunition (a Yelena task) while you drove the truck. "Of course, you understand well what Yelena is going through."
You frowned slightly. "What did you mean by that?"
But Nat only laughed dryly, ignoring your quibble and going back to check to see if the guns were loaded.
Usually, Stephen's missions were simple. Making sure the interdimensional cracks were closed in time and dealing with any kind of threat that might have escaped through them.
But as soon as you made the curve in the avenue, and you had to brake the car to avoid hitting the number of running pedestrians, you and Natasha knew it would be different than last time.
Natasha quickly slung a gun in your lap and opened the doors, and you wasted no time in running with her toward the confusion. Soon you could see the cosmic monstrosity that was happening there.
Right on top of the Sanctum Sanctorum, an extradimensional cathedral had opened. Stephen and some other magicians were floating around, trying to keep the creatures under control, and they seemed to be doing a good job. But extra weapons were always useful.
Exchanging a look with Natasha, you moved into the fray, and you had to put all your widow training into practice to stay away from the tentacled creatures advancing out of the colored cracks.
On a roll behind a car, your cell phone rang. You answered the call using the helmet of the uniform you and Natasha were wearing.
A small window became visible in your field of vision, and the image of a sleepy Wanda Maximoff with slightly tousled hair and scratching her eyes appeared and sped up your heart more than the surrounding monsters.
"Good morning Witchy, what can I do for you?" You asked in the gentlest tone you could manage, as your fingers worked to reload your gun. Explosions boomed behind you.
"dobroye utro, milaya ('morning sweetheart)..." She started with a yawn. "Y/N, have you seen my Imagine Dragons t-shirt? I can't find it anywhere and I was going to wear it to the show later."
"Yeah, it's in my closet-ouch!" A small exclamation of pain cut off your speech because some of the creatures threw an acid that corroded half the car and dripped onto your sleeve. Wanda was immediately alarmed.
"What was that, Y/N? Where are you...?"
"ARE YOU REALLY ON THE PHONE WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIGHT?" Natasha shouted from across the street in indignation and thank god it was too far away for Wanda to hear. You grunted a little.
"We ended up in a conflict before we got to the sanctum, darling. No big deal, just a few more little magic monsters." You said, and Wanda's face grew even more worried.
"I'll dress up in a minute, I can help-"
"No, no, you're off duty." You interrupt her immediately, shaking your head and having to throw yourself to the side to keep a tentacle from holding you. "Wanda, go get some breakfast, and the blouse-Shit!" You hush to defend a blow, ducking and Wanda tries to look past the camera but to no avail. You return to the video breathless and with a helmet full of blood on the outside (Not that she can see). "Your blouse is at the top of my closet, wear it with that black skirt it will look great! I-I'll meet you and Pietro at the door of the show, okay? Seven-thirty. As we agreed."
Wanda hesitates, clearly worried about the muffled confusion around you. You soften your expression though you can feel a cut burning in your stomach.
"I'm fine, Wands. I'll come home, I promise."
You never lie to her, especially if it is a promise. So she smiles, swallows dryly the anticipation, and trusts you.
"I'll be waiting, dorogoya. Seven-thirty, don't be late." She says before hanging up.
But the fight seems to get worse after that. Or maybe it's the cut on your stomach, which slows you down.
Natasha steps back to give you cover, and for a moment, it looks like you are winning. You see Stephen controlling the largest of the Monsters, and the mages closing most of the cracks.
You turn to tell Natasha that you have landed more hits than she has, but the redhead is already running toward you to get you out of range of the car that one of the monsters has thrown in your direction.
You both roll a little on impact, but you're fine.
"You could have knocked me down a little more gently, Romanoff." You mutter to irritate her as you massage her shoulder. But Natasha is looking forward with wide eyes.
When you look and see the crack that you have passed through - and which was now closing in at high speed - you also widen your eyes.
You stand up to try to stop it, but it is already too late. The portal had already closed.
"Okay. Okay. Don't panic." You gasp with your hand on your stomach, looking to where the crack was, but where now there are only streets. And what was once a chaotic fight with a crowd fleeing monsters, has turned into a quiet boulevard with pedestrians looking strangely at the blood-covered uniforms you and Natasha were wearing.
"Let's try to be positive. Maybe we've gone to a nice world." You try but Natasha is drawing her pistol again, turning toward something behind you.
Black pickup trucks arrive at high speed and park, surrounding the area. Pedestrians run away and you swallow dryly, feeling a little dizzy. You can feel the cut dripping down your stomach as well.
"Let me do the talking." Natasha murmurs to you, as you watch masked agents step out of cars with rifles that are clearly far more advanced than anything you have in your world.
They all carried the Iron Legion symbol in a brooch on their chests, perhaps that's why Natasha lowered her gun to the ground and stepped forward with her hands in the air.
"We're not here for trouble." She tried, but one of the soldiers stepped forward.
"Identify yourselves outsiders." Demanded the male voice. You swallowed dryly as you noticed the iron hand that held a smaller type of iPad.
"I am Natasha-"
"Reason for the Journey, not names." Cut the serious man - Or you imagined the expression by the tone of his voice. Like everyone else, he wore an iron mask that covered much of his face. But the long hair and green eyes were familiar enough for you and Nat not to despair. She swallowed dryly.
"Bucky, we are travelers from another universe, we are not here to cause trouble." Natasha tried as she stepped forward, but the mention of the name only made everyone tense up. The soldier put down his iPad and drew his gun. Nat stopped walking.
"Reason for travel, I won't ask again!" He shouted demanding, and Natasha sighed slightly. She opened her mouth to reply, trying to decide how she was going to explain all of Strange's confusion when she heard a motorcycle noise. Bucky's variant let out an impatient grunt, but the vehicle was already parking next to the truckers, and someone got off.
"You're losing your touch, Barnes." Mocked the agent who got down, and before you could mutter to Natasha that it was a hell of an entrance, the woman was pulling a knife from her ankle and advancing on you two. Natasha wasted no time in reacting, of course, masterfully matching the blows.
"You're trespassing, illusionist." Said the soldier between one hit and another. You tried to help Natasha, but Bucky's variant attacked you and the metal arm kept you busy enough.
"It's not an illusion!" Natasha defended herself without stopping the fighting.
"It's not, heh? If you really are Natalia, tell me something only I would know." Demanded the woman, making the redhead laugh confusedly.
"I don't even know who you are." Justified the widow, and ended up getting hit in the legs that knocked her down.
"Wrong answer, evil clone." Retorted the other. Fortunately, you had trained enough with Bucky to know exactly how to defeat him and had just hit him when Natasha fell. You only had time to run and throw yourself against the agent to prevent your friend from getting hit in the face.
The wound on your stomach throbbed with the impact, and you squirmed on the ground, trying to get up beyond the pain because you heard the other soldier doing the same next to you. Natasha ran into a range to you, helping you up and taking a few steps back. You both raised your fists at the Soldier getting up, but Natasha hesitated when they took off her glasses that were scratched in the fall.
"You take the right and I'll take the left, okay?" You directed but Natasha was lowering her hands. You frowned in confusion. "Nat, by god, she's coming, what the hell are you doing?"
The soldier started walking, and you swallowed dryly. Nat didn't hesitate. "Take off your helmet, Y/N."
"Do you want her to hit me in the head? Or worse one of the soldiers?" You asked in desperation.
Natasha grunted impatiently, and when the soldier moved forward, she spun her body skillfully and used the same blow you never knew how to defend, effectively knocking the other woman to the ground.
"No matter the world, you never watch the knees, do you баламут (troublemaker)? Mocks the widow, pinning the soldier beneath her, a victorious smile on her face. You frown in indignation.
"I thought you only called me that..." You mutter in annoyance, and Natasha sighs impatiently.
"By God, Y/N! Hasn't it become obvious yet? Take off your helmet, and help me before they shoot us." She shouted, and despite your grimace, you capably obeyed.
As soon as your helmet came off, the soldiers hesitated and lowered their weapons. Bucky - who was getting up - widened his eyes and made no attempt to attack.
The woman trapped underneath Natasha stopped struggling.
"I'm going to take yours off now, okay?" Natasha asked the soldier, who stood still waiting.
As soon as the iron mask came off, and you saw your own face, you were completely speechless.
But only for half a second.
"Oh my God! It's me! I'm so cool! Did you see the way I arrive on the bike? Where did I learn to ride a motorcycle! And this leather jacket looks amazing on me! And see the way everybody put down their guns and let me fight alone? I'm like a super powerful leader, aren't I? My God this is so cool!
Natasha laughed incredulously, and got off your variant, helping you to stand while you looked around excitedly.
"Like I said, it's not an illusion." Said the widow. "We are from another world. It was an accident to end up here."
Your variant swallows dryly, exchanging a glance with Bucky - who is standing and sort of at a loss for words with you praising the improvements his mechanical arm has received in this world - before sighing lightly.
"I'll take them to the compound, Barnes. Take the team to take care of the breaches they've opened up in the north." Your variant directs, and Bucky seems quite content to evade your comments, gesturing for the team to follow him.
In record time, the pickup trucks and soldiers are gone, and you and Natasha stand facing the motorcycle.
"You can't fit three on a motorcycle..." You mutter softly, making your variant chuckle. She moves to take something off the dashboard of the vehicle, and you realize that it is one of the rings that Strange owns. And that might explain how cars get to places so quickly in this universe.
She opens a portal into the street, and you walk through to end up in the front yard of the Avengers Complex.
"Are you writing this stuff down, Romanoff? Strange could lend us those rings." You whisper to the widow beside you, who shakes her head, hiding a smile.
"Why did you bring us here?" Natasha asks your variant, who is dragging the shut-down motorcycle to the entrance.
"You need to give some statements, paperwork for multiversal travelers." She replies, parking the motorcycle before turning to you two again. "And well, the Legion of Ultron takes care of those matters."
You and Nat swallow dry, exchanging shocked looks. It is by following your variant that you realize that the Avengers' symbol is not on the door of the compound but the same as the Iron Legion's - or Ultron's - like the one on the brooch on their uniforms.
"Ultron worked out in this world then?" Natasha asks casually, and your variant lets out an impressed laugh.
"You guys know him?" She asked. You scratch the back of your head.
"Yeah, something like that." You mumble because you don't think it would be a good idea to say that he was a supervillain in your world and that you and Wanda destroyed his last body together.
It seemed like a good enough answer for your variant.
"The guy's a pain in the ass if you ask me." Retorted the variant. "But if you're fans, he stays in the Tower basically always, because he can work inside his own head. You can ask for an autograph before you leave."
Natasha giggles, muttering that it wasn't okay in the sense that she had no interest in asking the robot for autographs, but you barely heard it because you were impressed with the inside of this world's compound.
Everything was so clean and luxurious, and the painting of that legion of Ultron on the wall of the living room attracted your immediate attention. All the Avengers were there, and they were a few years older. The image of yourself smiling and with an arm around a redheaded Wanda made you interrupt the conversation.
"This girl. That you hug in the picture. Are you friends here?" You ask, and your variant raises a surprised eyebrow.
Natasha rolls her eyes. " Of course, you and Wanda are besties everywhere, Y/N, can we get back to adult business now?" Retorts the impatient widow having been interrupted in her questioning about going back to her own world, but your variant lets out a small laugh.
"It's all right, Natalia, in a new world I too would be curious to know where my wife is."
Your smile fades immediately, and Natasha's shock only lasts half a second.
"I beg your pardon?" She questions with a dry laugh. "Did you say wife? Are you married? You?"
Your variant laughs awkwardly, approaching the frame next to you. "Yes, for a few years actually." She starts by nodding to the picture. "That was taken in the first year of the legion, we called ourselves the Avengers back there. It was cool, but while I'm not much of a fan of the microwave, I have to admit that Ultron has improved everything. It's nice not to have any tragedies to avenge, you know?" You counter with a slightly nostalgic smile, lowering your hands and putting them in your pockets. "We had quieter years, I was able to start a family. Wanda and I got married just before we were promoted."
You had your mouth hanging open in shock. Natasha was biting back a smile, trying not to start laughing at your face.
"Wow, what a beautiful story." She commented with a slight tease that your variant didn't catch. "And were you guys friends or was it already a more direct thing with dating and sex in the compound?"
The variant gave a shy, confused laugh, evidently surprised at the straightforward curiosity. You grunted in shame, unable not to imagine the situation, and closed your eyes for a moment to control your own thoughts.
"Sorry, you and Wanda are not a couple in your universe?" Your variant asks tenderly, and Natasha giggles from your side as you try to control the red in your cheeks.
"N-no, we... um, no." You stammer.
"They're living a friends to lovers, I'd say." Natasha murmurs, and your variant gives a chuckle at the way you cross your arms in a sulk, your face burning like your ears.
Natasha seemed intent on continuing to torment you, but someone crosses the hallway and you roll your eyes at the sight of Peggy Carter in front of you. You only know her from Steve's pictures and the Shield paintings, and it is impactful to say the least to see her standing in front of you.
"Y/N, I just got the notification from Bucky." She says seriously, her gaze on you and Nat. "We don't bring travelers into the compound, but seeing them, I already understand the exception." Says Peggy, to which your variant just nods.
"Is Wanda back yet? Someone has to take care of the trial and T'Challa is in Wakanda until next week." Your variant said, but before Peggy could respond, Nat steps forward.
"Trial?" She asks indignantly, but her variant softens her expression.
"It's just what we call it, Natalia." She replies. "We have rules for interdimensional travel, all are administered by the Council. It's dangerous to mess with the multiverse, everything has to be well taken care of to avoid catastrophes. When two variants appear in the middle of New York, we need to know what they were doing here."
Natasha sighs slightly, deciding to trust. It was you, after all.
You, on the other hand, are trying to look at the shield Peggy carries on her back. She gives a little giggle when she notices, taking the item out to show you.
"So cool!" You comment excitedly, running your hand over the flag. "We have a Captain America on our world, his name is Sam Wilson, maybe you know him?"
"Oh, sure, he's our Captain America too." Peggy retorts with a smile. "He took over the shield after Steve Rogers. And I'm Captain Carter."
"Oh, that makes sense." You murmur nodding. "It's nice that you and Steve were able to stay together in this world."
Peggy frowns slightly, chuckling lightly. "Um, actually, Steve isn't...well, we were partners. In the war, before the ice. But now, well, he and Barnes got married in the fall." She tells you and you widen your eyes in surprise. "And I'm... um, I'm Margaret Carter Romanova now."
Natasha chokes in surprise, turning redder than her own hair. You can't hold back your giggle.
"You married Steve's ex-girlfriend? Sweet Jesus, Natalia, congratulations, really. I'll never let that one go." You teased and Nat grunted loudly, but the variants only chuckled lightly.
"There's time until the trial, and you guys could use a bath." Your variant spoke, clearly trying to dim the awkwardness of the conversation. "Come, I'll take you to, well, your rooms." Joked last.
You would have scoffed at the way Natasha tripped over her own feet as she passed Peggy - who muttered to her that she was very pretty in all universes - but you were too excited to see the rest of the compound.
Despite the different decorations - from pictures or coats of arms - in general it was quite similar to the one in your world. You found it funny that your room in that reality was on the other side of the tower, however.
"I imagine you know the showers trick." Asked your variant as she led you inside, and you laughed, nodding in agreement. "You can wear anything from the dresser, we're the same size after all. I'll see if I can get you guys something to eat. And I'll check if the operations with Bucky go smoothly. Make yourselves at home." Said your variant, before leaving the room.
Natasha turned her face and her gaze was full of mischief.
"So you actually want to marry Maximoff..."
"Choose your words well, Romanoff. You hooked up with your best friend's ex." You retort quickly and Nat chokes in shock. She closes her mouth with an irritated grumble and you giggle. "Let's get this over with soon, and you can torment me later."
"Oh, believe me, I'll torment you later." She retorts mockingly but is moving away toward the door. "And what can we do but wait? Strange is probably looking for us right now, which means we should take advantage of the time we have here."
"Nat, please stay out of trouble..."
"Or please, the баламут here is you." She retorts with a chuckle as she opens the door. "And I'm just curious what my life is like here. Come on, it's not every day we get to go to a different universe. If I were you, I'd go snoop around, maybe find out how you and Wanda ended up under a tree..."
You grunt in embarrassment, grabbing one of the pillows from the bed to throw at Natasha, but by the time you do, she is laughing her way out the door.
Sighing heavily, you decide that if Natasha is going to be looking around for trouble, someone of you should behave. For now, you need a bath.
Your room is evidently the largest in the world, especially the closet that your variant humbly calls a dresser.
You let your fingers run through the suits and uniforms until you reach a kind of dressing table, where you let out a soft sigh when you find a picture in the mirror.
Red hair suits Wanda. In the photo, she is sitting on your lap, while you kiss her cheek. You are both smiling, and what is most different from your world are the golden rings on your fingers.
You swallow dryly, returning the photo to its place and letting your attention fall to the fighting equipment your variant keeps there. The iron mask has its replacements in the top drawer, and you are curious to know how it feels.
Putting it on, you face your reflection. It's nice. You're considering telling Tony when you come back for a new design on your uniform when you hear footsteps approaching and a voice that makes you stumble with fright.
"lyubovʹ moya, ty tak dolgo (my love, you took so long)" Wanda comments as soon as she enters the closet and you swallow dry, ready to explain the whole story, but she walks over to you and hugs you tight and you can only sigh deeply. Once she looks at you again, she gives a little giggle at the mask, "I always forget how hot you look in this."
Oh.
Your cheeks blush, heavily, and you are grateful for the mask. Wanda kisses you on the neck and you almost become a complete mess. She doesn't seem to notice, pulling away and going back to saying something about the mission being over earlier than expected, and her looking for you, but you're trying to decide how you're going to explain everything and stop shaking.
All thoughts fade away when Wanda simply takes off her shirt.
Your breath catches, and you know that your face must be the same color as her hair. With trembling legs, you sit down in the closet chair, and Wanda - oblivious to all this - simply works to remove her bra and turns around with her torso exposed to you.
"[...] Anyway, that Bishop girl has been hanging around the house a lot, don't you think? I've asked America dozens of times, but she keeps evading the subject. Billy and Tommy refuse to tell on their sister, but I'm going to find out if they're dating." Wanda comments, but you're in shock, staring at her bare breasts without reaction. At your realization, she raises an eyebrow. "Malysha, are you listening to me?" She asks with some amusement, placing a hand on her waist and you gasp slightly.
"Jesus christ." You mumble affectedly, finally looking away and not risking looking up again. Wanda watches your reaction with amusement.
"All these years and you're still speechless at the sight of me without clothes..." She murmurs approaching and you are opening your mouth to start explaining, but Wanda is straddling your lap and you find that you have lost the ability to breathe. "If we were quick, we can have some fun before the appointment this afternoon. Do that thing I like with your tongue..." She teased softly, hips grinding against yours and taking away your ability to think properly.
"Wanda, god, I'm not-"
"Wow, that's something." Interrupted someone from the doorway and Wanda screamed. She stumbled away from you, covering her torso with one arm, a mixture of horror and confusion on her face. But your variant, arms crossed from the doorway, was laughing. "I can only remember when I said I dreamed I kissed another version of you and you made me sleep on the couch. Now, look how the tables have turned."
Wanda grunted indignantly, "Explain yourself, Y/N! Now!" She demanded, still in shock that she was seeing two versions of yourself. Your variant didn't stop smiling but uncrossed her arms.
You heard something about multiverse but the wound in your stomach throbbed painfully and everything started to go dark.
When you blinked again, you were lying in an infirmary. And Natasha beside you.
"Hey." You greet in a hoarse voice, and soon let out an exclamation of pain from the slap you got from Romanoff on the arm.
"Why the hell didn't you say you were hurt?" She questioned as you massaged the twinge and sat up in bed.
"I didn't think it was serious." You justified yourself feeling your whole body aching. "And the super serum has to be good for something."
"The serum doesn't make you immortal, Y/N! God, if I let you die in another world Wanda turns me into a frog." Grumbled the redhead making you chuckle lightly.
"She's not that kind of witch." You say, but Nat shakes her head.
"Oh, that's not what I heard." Says the redhead, nodding her head at the couple talking outside the room. Wanda and your variant are talking very close, and when they exchange intense smiles, and the variant takes Wanda's hand and kisses it before saying goodbye, you turn your blushing face away.
"What do you mean?" You ask Nat, who sighs a little.
"You blacked out for a few hours, Y/N. The trial is over."
"W-what?"
"Relax, it all worked out." Nat soothes you by forcing you back into a sitting position when you make mention of getting up. "They've had some bad experiences with travelers in this world, and now they keep things under control. They were waiting for you to wake up to send us back."
You absorb the information in shock, and before you can question further, Wanda is back. She opens the door and offers you such a tender smile that you suddenly feel very aware that you are only in a top because of the bandage they made on your belly.
"You're awake, dorogoya." She greeted, and you were too busy hiding your flushed face to notice Natasha's little smile beside you. "How are you feeling?"
"G-good." You murmured watching her approach the bed until she was close enough to touch your face. "Natalia already told you about the trial, I imagine."
"Mm-hmm." You merely replied, knowing that you would have no ability to formulate any answer with Wanda caressing your cheek like that.
She smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before commenting, "God, you're so young. This is so odd."
You laugh shyly. "You don't look old."
That wasn't entirely true. Wanda was older than the one you knew, but that may be because you have all the traits of her face memorized, and your Wanda has no age wrinkles yet. Regardless, the version in front of you is absurdly gorgeous.
She chuckles a little. "You are sweet, but I am old enough to be a mother in this world." She murmurs as she pulls her hand away, you were going to complain about the lack, but she sits down beside you. "And indeed, I am."
You widen your eyes softly, but Natasha doesn't seem the least bit surprised, a little smile lingers on her face.
"Do you have children?" You ask curiously, and Wanda smiles, nodding in agreement. "Cool. They... are they ours?"
She bites her lip thoughtfully, and you imagine that there must be rules about what and how much to say about the multiverse. Wanda may have decided to ignore them all.
"Yes, they are ours." She replies, her hands moving to check the bandage on your belly. "America, not by blood, is our older. We adopted her when she was 6, she's the naughtiest girl I know. And then the twins came. William and Thomas. They are our biological children."
You give a lopsided laugh. "Is that, like, possible in this world?"
It's Wanda's turn to laugh, her cheeks turning slightly pink.
"Oh, dorogoya, believe me, we figured that out." That's what she replies, and you'll accept it as enough because you've suddenly allowed yourself to think about the attempts and the heat that has surged in your body makes you embarrassed. Wanda realizes that everything is okay with the bandage, and sighs slightly. "If you are really feeling well, everything is ready for you two to go."
You swallow dryly, nodding and forcing a smile at Wanda.
"Hey, Wands." You call out to her before she can get up. "Sorry." That's what you say, surprising her. "F-for not saying I wasn't your wife. And for seeing your boobs."
"Wow, excuse me?" Natasha cuts in with a laugh that Wanda accompanies. You blush heavily, but Maximoff gestures slightly.
"It's okay, sweetie." Wanda assures you. "My wife also gets tongue-tied around me. It's a good reaction, I suppose."
"Well, you're super gorgeous, so it's not our fault." You mutter getting a shy chuckle from the other, but Natasha grunts softly.
"And you guys are super gay. I'm going to get something to eat before we go, Y/N." Annunciates the redhead before leaving the room, and you and Wanda exchange giggles as you were left alone.
Once the giggles cease, she reaches for your hand on the bed.
"Promise me you're okay?" She asks low, and you swallow dryly at the strong deja vu. Wanda is Wanda in all worlds.
"I'm fine, it was just a scratch. I promise." You assured her making her smile slightly. Next, you let your curiosity prevail. "Where did I go?"
Her smile didn't go off. "Home, of course." She says. "We work at the Tower, but our home is in Massachusetts." She tells surprising you.
"We live with the witches, huh?" you joke and it's Wanda's turn to be surprised.
She hesitates a bit, curiosity shining in her eyes as she draws patterns on her hand.
"Your Wanda...she's not a witch?"
You bite the inside of your cheek, half thoughtfully. "Well, technically, no? Her powers are super cool, and when she was with Hydra, she did some stuff with people's fears and everyone started calling her a witch. But she only does energy stuff and stopped with the mind control thing. The nickname little witch caught on, but she doesn't really do spells."
"But the powers, where did they come from?" She insists, and you shrug softly.
"From the mind stone, I guess." You reply. "That's what I know."
Wanda forces a smile, nodding and stopping her caresses on your hand. "I am a witch, Y/N. And I think your Wanda is too."
"Well, that's cool, I love magic and so does Wanda." You casually retort, getting a small giggle from the other.
"Malysha, listen to me carefully, okay?" She asks looking into your eyes. "I have met a few versions of myself in this extensive multiverse. None that have had their magic amplified by an Infinity Stone before. Your Wanda may be a special kind of us."
"Oh, like royalty?" You ask receiving a frown in return. A small smile forms on your lips. "I usually call her princess too. It would be nice to know I got another nickname right."
Wanda laughs softly, her eyes full of affection. "You really like her, don't you?"
You swallow dryly, evading the hidden meaning in her words. "S-She's my best friend."
The redhead doesn't seem to be impacted much by the correction. She smiles.
"If I'm right, Wanda will be the Scarlet Witch one day."
You blink in confusion. "I don't know what that means."
"And you don't need to know." She says, placing a hand on your face. "Not now. You're young, she is too, isn't she?" She asks and you nod quickly. Wanda smiles, "You have time. Enjoy that innocence now, that freedom. If she really is the Scarlet Witch, the power and responsibility don't come for free."
You frowned in concern, raising your hand to her forearm. "Wands, what are you talking about?"
But she smiles, shaking her head. "It's not my place to tell your story, dear." She says as she strokes her skin. "Please, just be there for her. She's going to need you. I always do."
You swallow dryly but force a smile. "I promise."
Wanda smiles, and you hold your breath as she approaches. She kisses your cheek, and you know you are blushing hard.
"Go get dressed, I'll make sure your Natasha didn't destroy something else." Declares Wanda as she walks away, and you frown in confusion.
"What did she destroy before?" you ask getting only a chuckle in return.
Many minutes later, you are wearing a completely clean uniform with a pouting Natasha Romanoff at your side. - She didn't like that the Legion of Ultron people wouldn't let her destroy another of the small statues of Vision (which in this world was Ultron) scattered around the compound. In her words 'microwave third wheel deserves no tribute'.
You were very pleased that some members of the Legion came to say goodbye to you.
Peggy even let you hold the shield before you left. And you were too busy talking to Wanda to notice the flirtations the captain threw at Nat only to see her blush.
"I think you would like to have this." Wanda said as she handed one of the masks to you, and got you to widen your eyes.
"She-I mean, I won't mind?" You ask, and Wanda giggles.
"It was my wife who asked me to deliver it." She explains, and you take the item from her hands. "I think she'd like to give it to you, but someone has to make sure Billy and Tommy do their homework. And part of her got the impression that you'd like to see me by your bedside when you wake up."
You blushed again, babbling embarrassedly, which only increased Wanda's smile.
"Thanks for the mask, witchy. Really." You murmur and she moves closer to hug you almost tight enough that your bruise hurts. No chance for you to complain, Wanda could keep her arms around you as long as she wanted.
"Sorry to break the moment, love birds, but I think we'd better go soon." Natasha said as she approached with her arms crossed, and her face half flushed. "Our friends must be worried."
Wanda waved goodbye as she let you go, and you smiled at her before joining Nat.
After the conversation, you weren't surprised that the return spell was done by Wanda, and you just arranged to wave goodbye to the Legion before entering the portal with Natasha.
The scenery of the compound was replaced by the interiors of the Sanctum Sanctorum, where Stephen Strange stumbled away from spell books toward you two.
"Romanoff! L/N! You are here!" He announced in amazement, but Natasha rolled her eyes.
"And we did it on our own, mister Supreme!" She scoffed.
"But it was Wanda who did the spell..." You muttered low, receiving an elbow from the widow who forgot you were injured and scrambled to help you stand when you howled in pain.
Stephen used his cape to float to you quickly.
"How long have we been gone?" Nat asked holding you as you squeezed the bruise gently.
"Long enough." Stephen replied. "I alerted your team, and was trying to find the spell to take to me and -"
But Stephen didn't even have to complete, because a female figure was crossing the hallway and as soon as she laid eyes on you, she let the teacup fall to the floor.
Pietro caught the item with a grimace, keeping the drink from spilling out, and Natasha released you just in time for Wanda to throw herself onto you.
"Hey, hey, I'm fine." You assured with a shy chuckle, feeling Wanda squeeze tighter. "I'm glad you found the t-shirt."
But she didn't laugh at your joke, sniffling against your chest and making you swallow dryly.
"I thought I lost you." She confesses with her face hidden against you. "I couldn't...I couldn't feel you anymore. Nowhere. Don't ever do that again. You scared me."
You stroke her back, swallowing dryly before saying, "Forgive me, I didn't mean to. I'm here now. I'm safe."
Wanda only releases you because you grunt softly from the pain of the bruise. "W-what happened?"
"We have a lot to discuss, Maximoff, you have no idea." It is Natasha who answers, and you force a tender smile at Wanda.
–//–
In the end, Natasha did most of the talking. She took care of the story, and because you were injured, you insisted on taking care of the mission reports for Stephen.
She politely ignored your request and delivered them while you were busy at dinner with Wanda.
Unfortunately, you missed the show. Your interdimensional trip lasted almost two days on this world. The avengers were racing against time to find you, and Stephen had spent many hours enduring light threats from an angry Wanda demanding that he find out where you were. Pietro, besides being a mandatory presence on the rescue team, thought it best to stay around so that Wanda didn't end up destroying the Sanctum.
Your injury was healing fast, and although you had told the team members a few hundred times about the universe you visited, you were doing a great job of hiding the fact that you were married in your other life to your best friend.
When Kate Bishop showed up in your room with tickets to the next Imagine Dragons concert, they came with an ultimatum.
"You have to tell her." She said, completely confusing you.
"What are you talking about, Hawkeye?" You questioned, but Kate crossed her arms.
You widened your eyes. "Who told you?"
Kate laughed. "Really, Y/N? Nat tells Clint and Yelena everything. And Clint is my mentor, and Lena is my girlfriend. And well, I tell everyone everything, so I guess the only person who doesn't know is Wanda, but if Pietro already knows..."
"God I need to sit down." You state with a nervous nausea in your stomach, sitting down on your bed as Kate sighs impatiently, and closes the door with her foot as she follows you inside.
"Man, what's the big deal, you know? You married her in another world, and you're obviously super into her in this one too."
"Kate!" You interrupt her with a red face. "It's not like that, okay!"
Kate rolls her eyes, with an incredulous laugh. "As if." She mutters, but you grunt.
"Look, I can't, okay? Wanda is...perfect. She's everything. Everything I have." You state looking at the floor, and Kate frowns in surprise. You swallow dryly. "I can't ruin us. She's the most important person I have, and I don't know what I would do if I ruined this..."
Kate sighs, coming closer and kneeling in front of you, one hand on your knee. "Y/N, it's normal to be afraid. I felt the same way with Yelena. But look on the bright side, you can already see that you guys work in another life, you can have a chance to be happy in this one too."
You smile sadly. "That world was different, Kate." You mutter. "There, a lot of things that went wrong here, worked in that life. What if in this world, Wanda and I are supposed to go wrong? That variant was incredible. Fearless and so cool. I am not that way. I panic about basically everything, and I have no idea what I'm going to do with my life. Those two knew who they were and that they wanted a family together. And I have no idea how to do that."
Kate swallows dryly, forcing a smile. "But you don't need to know that now, Y/N." She says gently. "We are so young. Maybe your variants were as lost as you are now, but they had the courage to stand by each other until they were ready. The question is whether you will too."
You swallow dryly, silently absorbing her words. Kate offers you a soft smile and moves her hands away to take two items from her blouse pocket.
"I heard you missed the last one, and I hate the band, but I kept getting tickets because of the last name, so I figured you'd make better use of this than me..." She says as she places the tickets in her lap. "A confession is a good way to end a concert."
You laugh with flushed cheeks, picking up the tickets so they don't fall off as you hug Kate.
"I would never have the courage for something so public, but thank you little Hawkeye." You murmur and she laughs softly, hugging you back.
Neither of you notices the teary-eyed girl behind the bedroom door.
–//–
When your wound had completely healed, you went to Wanda's room.
It was Tuesday and it had been two weeks since the trip to the multiverse. The subject, in theory, was no longer anything new for any Avenger to be interested in asking about.
That's why you were surprised Wanda brought up the topic again.
"I'm just curious." She justified herself as soon as she saw your expression. "It's weird, to think there are other versions of us living around."
You chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck as you settled into Wanda's bed. It was a common image - Since you joined the team, your intimacy was very strong. And her room was practically yours. So she was at this very moment trying to decide what outfit she was going to wear to the Imagine Dragons concert, and both pieces in her hands were yours.
"You're right, witchy, but I already told the whole story." You lay with your head resting on your arm, as Wanda put the shirt over her body in front of the mirror. She hums, clearly not believing you and you frown.
Wanda never acts like that with you. But to be fair, you didn't usually lie to her either.
"What does ‘hum’ supposed to mean?" You question, but Wanda sighs wearily, scarlet magic keeping the garments in the air as she pulls her shirt up.
Your face burns and you look up at the ceiling immediately. Wanda notices you through the mirror, and has trouble hiding her little smile.
"It doesn't mean anything, just that I was listening." She mutters in clarification, and it's your turn to mutter back, not trusting your words when the image of Wanda in a bra is still so fresh in your mind. "Hey, Y/N?" She calls out after a moment, and you hum to say you're listening. "How come, if we're such good friends, we never change in front of each other?"
Your brain short-circuits. You open your mouth and close it dozens of times, but can't think of anything.
"Is it a cultural thing? I thought Americans were more casual about such things..." Wanda continues, and you are sure it is meant to torment you.
"I don't know, Wands. Jesus." You mumble in embarrassment, stumbling out of bed and thanking the heavens that Wanda is already in her t-shirt. "It just never happened. You, um, want to change in front of me?"
She gives a naughty little laugh, raising an eyebrow.
"Humm, Malysha, take me to dinner first." She mocks, turning back to look in the mirror, and you snort indignantly.
You walk dragging your foot out of the room, muttering that Wanda is playing games with you and misses the way she is blushing too.
Wanda won't find you again until dinner, and you are grateful for the hot food with which you can justify the redness of your face at having her approach you and kiss your cheek.
"What are we having today?" she asks, too close, a hand on your arm as she leans over to look at the pans on the stove.
It has to be on purpose. Wanda has always been affectionate, but this here has to be a test to see if you'd have a heart attack before dinner or something.
"S-since it's Lena's birthday and we're going to be at the show, and she doesn't want a party, I thought I'd do something traditionally Ukrainian..." You start to explain trying not to sound so affected by the closeness and begging to the heavens that Wanda doesn't notice how much you are trembling. "There are some Nalesniki, which are cheese crepes, in the oven and the cured pork, Salo, is going to be the main course-"
"Is that Banush? Oh, dorogaya, kak zabotlivo s tvoyey storony (darling, how thoughtful of you)" Wanda cuts in excitedly as she looks at the food, and you smile immediately at her happiness.
"Yeah, I've been trying to get the point of this one right." You count as Wanda stretches out her hand to taste the food. "And Nat and Steve went to the market to get the missing peanut butter for the Kiev Cake."
Wanda smiles, having gotten her entire finger dirty from the meringue that was going on the cake. She brings it to her lips, sucking it clean while staring at you before releasing it with a soft pop.
"Delicious." She praises but you're not even listening properly, the blood pulsing in your face at the sinful image. You feel an intense attraction, and lean in at the same time as Wanda and her dark eyes, but just as your noses brush against each other, loud avengers enter the kitchen.
You immediately pull away, Wanda biting her lips and you clearing your throat.
"Here's what you ordered, баламут." Natasha announces as she places the market bags on the counter. But as soon as she notices the tension between you and Wanda, she raises an eyebrow. "Are we interrupting? I can retrace my steps..."
"Shut up, Nat." You interrupt in an embarrassed grunt, wasting no time in grabbing the missing ingredient from the bag while Natasha giggles a few times.
Wanda follows the cue of Kate and Yelena walking in chatting loudly and leaves the kitchen behind them, barely listening to Steve's apology - busy with bags - who bumps into her as he closes the door.
Even if Yelena doesn't want a party, this feels like one. And you even baked a cake.
As soon as the food is served, the Avengers spread out around in various conversation wheels. Pietro kept changing the music every five minutes, but Wanda was too busy stealing glances at you talking to Clint across the room to bother.
"So Maximoff, how's it going?" It was Yelena, with a plate of cake in hand. Wanda sighed loudly.
"Not well."
Yelena grimaced. "What? Are you sure you are doing as I said?"
Wanda sighed again. "Yes, Lena, I'm sure. But maybe that's my mistake, you know?" Retorted the upset brunette, returning the soda glass to the table and crossing her arms. "Your tips worked for you and Kate. I'm not like you, and Y/N is not Kate. I did what you told me to, I even tried the t-shirt trick but she just ran out of the room!"
Yelena made a thoughtful face, chewing the cake. "Are you sure you did it right? When I did the T-shirt trick, Kate melted down and ended up confessing that she liked my tits."
"First, gross. Second, too much information. Third, I'm exhausted." Wanda confesses with a grunt, pushing her hair back. "I don't know what to do anymore. Ever since I heard her confession, I've just been waiting for her to make a move, but she just... I guess I should just accept that she's decided I'm not worth it."
Yelena shakes her head indignantly, pushing her plate on the table and placing her hands on Wanda's shoulders.
"First of all, I don't allow that kind of blue humor on my birthday." Yelena informs with a mixture of serious and playful tone, offering the brunette a tender smile. "Second, you are so close, Maximoff. You can't give up now. You have to play dirty."
"Play dirty?" Wanda asked in confusion, to which Yelena merely nodded, leaning in to whisper something in the brunette's ear that made her eyes widen. "Belova!"
The blonde laughed softly as she turned away. "It'll work, I guarantee it. It worked for Kate."
Wanda grimaced. "Too much information!" She complained walking away, but Yelena laughed, shaking her head and deciding to go look for her girlfriend.
Wanda had two seconds of peace as she poured herself some non-alcoholic punch before Natasha appeared in the kitchen.
"Lovely party, eh Maximilf?" She began, and Wanda gave a confused giggle at the nickname. "Oh, I forgot. Not a Milf yet."
"What...?"
"Hey, can I talk to you?" You came in suddenly, cutting off Natasha's question. Wanda didn't understand why you looked so uneasy - You had been talking to the redhead two minutes ago. She knew because she watched you all night.
"I'm busy, Y/N, talking to your wif-"
"Natasha." You cut her off almost pleadingly and the redhead sighs impatiently, and unlike Wanda, ignores your question and bends down on the counter only to grab a bottle of whiskey.
"You know what we should play? Have I ever never." Declares the redhead and turns to the kitchen with a huge smile. "Avengers! Everyone is going to play!"
You are visibly annoyed by the whole thing, but when Wanda approaches and goes to ask if everything is okay while the rest of the team starts getting organized to play, you force a smile.
"Nat had a bit to drink, and I didn't want her to talk more than she should. Maybe it would be better if I didn't join-"
"баламут! Don't even try to run away from the game! You're going to be the first!" Shouted the redhead from the room and you sighed loudly. Wanda giggled, moving even closer and holding your hand.
"I could charm them into forgetting about the game. If it's making you uncomfortable."
You blinked impressed. "Would you mess with their minds for me?" You ask in a low voice, and Wanda nods, looking at your mouth. "What a naughty witch."
Heat spreads quickly through her chest, and Wanda bites her lip to hold back the sound that wants to escape her throat. She is about to kiss you in front of everyone when the team whistles and the moment is broken immediately.
You approach the circle, and because everyone has already sat down, Wanda has only one vacant seat on the other side of the room. She doesn't complain because at least she can breathe properly without you next to her.
"Now that we are all seated, you start Y/N." Natasha declares with a mischievous smile on her lips, her hands busy pouring whiskey into the glass that Pietro uses speed to place in each person's hand.
You sigh, running a hand through your hair.
"Never have I ever gotten drunk playing these games." You mutter getting a few laughs. Natasha and Tony exchange impatient buffos at being the only ones drinking.
"Very funny, kindergarten. Now allow the adults to play. Romanoff, would you like to do the honors?" Tony asks, but Natasha shakes her head, settling further into the couch.
"I'll give mine some thought." She retorts mysteriously, and since Tony doesn't insist, no one else does. Only Wanda notices the way you swallow dryly and squeeze your glass hard.
"Never have I ever been turned down." Tony declares arrogantly but the whole team booes in disbelief. Natasha laughs out loud.
"As far as I can remember, Stark, I did that about four times in my first week of the industries alone..." Affirms Romanoff and this is the first time you see Tony effectively blush with embarrassment. He takes it in stride, rolling his eyes and taking a long swig from his glass.
You don't drink, and somehow, everyone notices.
"Really, L/N?" Kate asks genuinely curious. You laugh sheepishly.
"You can't be rejected if you've never confessed." You retort and the team laughs in understanding, but Wanda realizes your smile is forced.
"Okay, okay, now it's my turn." Pietro cuts in raising his glass in the air. "Never have I ever made out with someone of the same sex. And yes, everyone here but me is going to drink." He sneers, at the rest of the team who laugh and exchange curious glances.
Steve clears his throat and settles into his seat to ask for his turn.
"Never Have I Ever... Googled sex positions."
The room burst into laughter. Tony was so red from laughing that he almost fell over backward. It was the whiskey's fault, probably.
"Jesus, Steve, this isn't a confectionary! You must say things you didn't do." Pietro clarified and Steve became a complete tomato, muttering that he had got the game wrong. Thank god everyone was starting to get drunk enough not to care.
Sam, as soon as he stopped laughing, raised his glass. "How about we make things more awkward for the originals? Never have I ever slept with a co-worker."
The original Avengers let out embarrassing grunts, and all of them drink.
"Wow, now I need to know who with who." Yelena declared but Natasha laughed.
"That's not the game." Retorted the redhead and didn't flinch even when Lena used the birthday card.
But the light and fun mood were about to end, because as soon as Thor said "Never have I ever been unfaithful." and was taunted that it was hard to believe that the god of fertility was faithful, Natasha stood up.
"Never have I ever... been in love with my best friend."
The question hung in the air lightly for a few minutes. Most of the team thought it was funny, Kate, Yelena, Steve, and Bucky drank. But you remained static in your seat, feeling Natasha's gaze burn into you.
"Honest answers only, people." Insisted the widow, and soon everyone noticed that she was looking at you.
Clint noticed the way Wanda squirmed in her seat, lowering her gaze to her own lap, so he cleared his throat.
"Come on, Nat, maybe you should change the question, that's a pretty personal one."
Nat forced a laugh. "I have a better one then; Never have I ever married my best friend in another world."
You cringed, closing your eyes but Wanda raised her head.
Your reaction was answer enough, but she questioned anyway.
"What are you talking about, Nat?"
The widow put a hand to her chest with false innocence in her expression. "What? You haven't heard? What a strange thing! Y/N must have been busy telling Steve about Peggy to remember, I imagine."
Steve sighed loudly from the couch. "Natasha, I said it was okay..."
"For you!" She interrupted indignantly. "I told her not to tell! It was my secret!"
He sighs again, the room silent and shocked listening to them argue. "What difference does it make, Peggy is gone."
"Exactly." Natasha retorts with tears in her eyes. "I have this perfect wife who makes me happy and loves this complete mess that I am in that world, but here, I have nothing. Peggy is gone, she never even met me. And she was my best friend's ex-girlfriend, so excuse me if I wanted that to be my secret. But now it doesn't matter anymore, because everyone knows!" Natasha exclaimed with open arms, and when she went to get down from the table, she stumbled softly, and Wanda understood that the bottle of whiskey was not to be the first of the evening. "And you know what the funniest part is? It's that Y/N only did that because she's scared! She has something incredible, the chance to be with the one she loves the most, and she's afraid!"
You feel your eyes fill with tears, and you are standing like half the team, who stood up when Nat stumbled. The widow, who now looks on the verge of tears as well, moves closer to place her hands on your cheeks.
"I just want you to be happy, you stubborn, idiotic girl!" she says indignantly and drunkenly. "And I need your first daughter to be named Natalia, too."
The group giggled emotionally, and you nodded in agreement, putting a hand around Nat.
"Come, Romanoff, what you need is some water and a night's sleep."
As you lead Nat away, the game ends and the Avengers scatter back with a few murmurs about the scene but no one is too upset about anything, and Yelena says she will check on her sister.
Wanda approaches Steve and Clint once they are alone.
"You two are the closest to Nat, so I want to know what this whole otherworldly marriage thing is all about." Demands the witch and the two exchange sighs.
"Natasha has spent the last few weeks stressing about it." Clint began. "Apparently, she met a version of Y/N who was married to you."
"What?" Wanda exclaimed in shock, a warm thread of hope sprouting in her chest.
"Yeah, happy family with kids and everything." Steve completed the story. "She made several jokes, heckled Y/N with that story for days trying to get her to confess the whole thing to you. But in the end... well, you saw. Y/N told me that Nat's variant was Peggy's wife, so that was the end of the matter, and well, they got so tense that no one else had the nerve to ask about it anyway."
Wanda twists her fingers nervously. "B-but, do you guys think she didn't want to talk about it because she hated the idea?"
Steve and Clint frown. "What? No, Wanda, that's not it." The captain says, with Barton nodding immediately.
"I think maybe she loved the idea, actually." Clint says with a laugh. "But you know, you're all what, twenty, twenty-two years old. You're young as hell. If at that age, a version of me showed up saying I'm going to get married and have kids, I'd freak out too. Even today I have my doubts about paternity. It couldn't have been easy for Y/N, you know? I'd be scared to mess it up too."
Steve nods in agreement. "Especially with someone who is already important." He says. "If you didn't know each other, she might get anxious about a date or something. But, you two are so close. And I can tell you from experience that the fear of messing up and losing someone important like that is pretty strong." Steve said, his gaze going to Bucky across the room to exemplify.
Wanda swallows dryly. "B-but I like her." She confesses low, and it's no surprise to the Avengers next to her, who smiles. "I really like her."
"You should say that to her, not to us." Clint says gently, and Wanda sniffles low, but smiles, nodding.
She takes a heavy breath and decides that this thing has gone on too long already.
–//–
Natasha fell asleep just as you and Yelena threw the blanket over her, exchanging giggles at seeing her sleeping expression.
"Hey, Belova, the birthday girl has to stick around at the party." You try as you watch her sit down, but she holds up a finger in warning.
"I told you I didn't want a party." She accuses in a fake serious tone, making you laugh guiltily. "I'm tired, Y/N. I'll text Kate to come to sleep with me, and the rest of the team can keep having fun."
"As you wish, birthday girl." You mumble but when you go to walk away, she holds your forearm.
"Thank you." She says. "For taking care of my sister."
You smile. "Usually, it's always the other way around. It doesn't hurt to return the favor once in a while." You say, getting a smile from her. "Hey, Lena, that Peggy story, I really didn't mean-"
"Don't worry." She interrupts gently. "I'm not mad, it was just a disagreement between you and Nat. Friends fight sometimes. You can apologize to her when she wakes up. Now you should talk to another Avenger."
You swallow dryly, looking away. Yelena expects you to make up an excuse, but you sigh. "Yeah, you're right. Wish me luck?"
"Oh, I'm sure you'll be lucky tonight." She retorts to which you only laugh without understanding the malice in her tone of voice.
You leave the room and decide to go look for Wanda at the party, but when you return to the living room she is no longer there. Sighing in defeat, you make your way back to the elevator and toward your bedroom.
You are quite surprised to find Wanda inside.
"Hey, Wands, I didn't know you were up here." You greet as you take off your jacket, and the brunette meets your gaze just for a moment, her attention on the mask on your shelf.
"This is new. Did Yelena make it for you?" she asks about the item, running her fingers over the details. You swallow dryly, throwing the jacket on the floor and sitting down on the bed to remove your shoes.
"No, it's not from around here." You reply, clearing your throat softly. "You gave it to me."
She frowns in confusion, turning her face to you only to understand immediately when she meets your gaze. "Oh. The other me."
"Yeah." You gasp softly. "The Wife one."
Wanda looks away to the side, leaning gently on the shelf because she thinks her knees are weak.
"So that's actually true." She mumbles trying to sound casual, and you think your tie is too tight. To blame Kate and her small suits, you are sure.
"Yes, I was surprised, but it's not like it's completely out of the question, right?" you retort so naturally that Wanda's eyes widen slightly. Panic settles in your chest. "I-I meant that friends get married all the time! A-and of all the people on the team, if I were to marry someone it would make sense that it would be you, I mean, not that I'm thinking of marrying you, but if given the choice and based on our intimacy..."
Wanda cuts off your anxious babbling with a giggle. "Detka, you're hanging yourself." She comments nodding to the tie that you took off in an all-crooked manner, and was in an even tighter knot around your neck.
She moved closer, her hands working leisurely on the item even though you both knew she could use magic to pull it off.
"You really... don't think it's so impossible for us to be together?" Wanda questions the next moment, her voice husky and affected, and you raise your eyes to her immediately.
She looks absurdly beautiful. And you sigh, biting your tongue to keep from letting that slip out instead of the answer.
She uses your silence to finish the knot, and when the tie falls loosely around her neck, she makes mention of pulling away, only for you to hold her by the waist.
"I don't think it's impossible at all." You answer finally, rising to stand at the same height as her face, and place a hand on her warm cheek. "I think we are made for each other. In any world, especially this one."
A short, shy, contented laugh escapes Wanda's lips and is mirrored on yours. She steps forward, breaks the distance between your faces and the world stops.
It's not your first kiss, but if it were your last you would die happy.
Her lips are soft and taste of cherry gloss. It's sweet and so warm, and it's over too quickly.
Wanda pulls back with sparkling eyes but slight insecurity. "Was that... nice?" she asks in a husky voice, and you almost choke because how can she have any doubt?
Instead of answering with words, you kiss her again. And again. And again. Until Wanda entwines her hands behind your head and slides her tongue into yours. You gasp because this is even better.
She explores your mouth until you need to break for breath, and when you do, your lips trace a trail down her jaw to her neck, and Wanda shudders, an aroused groan escaping.
You suddenly lose your balance when she pushes you sitting up on the bed, but you don't complain because she is straddling your lap next, kissing you with passion.
It's a war of hands and pulling, but it feels so good. Wanda kisses you with the same longing that you do as if she can hardly believe that you have wasted so much time without doing it.
It's late when you stop. Far beyond the end of Yelena's party.
You have half the buttons open, and her dress is dangerously lifted at the edges of her thigh. You are lying on your back on the mattress, Wanda beside you, hugging your body.
"I don't want to close my eyes." She confesses in a whisper with her head on your pillow, and you straighten up to be even closer. "I want to look at you."
You smile, your cheeks flushed. "I'll be here when you wake up. And you'll be able to look at me all you want."
She smiles but straightens up so that her face hovers over yours. "Just look?" She asks in a tone that makes you chuckle softly.
"I hope not. Please do more." You joke in the same tone and she chuckles lightly before kissing you again.
It doesn't take long for you both to fall asleep after that. Both of you with easy smiles on your faces.
–//–
One Month Later
Your relationship with Wanda was only getting better every day, unlike the war in the multiverse.
The variant was right - Wanda needed you. Luckily, you also needed her.
Even though the Avengers' missions were increasing, you and her were falling into an incredible rhythm in your relationship, getting closer to each other every day.
And speaking of proximity.
"We're missing the whole concert." You recalled in a breathless voice, Wanda's lips marking your neck making the task of conversation nearly impossible.
You were in the back of your truck. The original plan was to watch Imagine Dragons, finally, and Wanda was even wearing your T-shirt. But well, she wanted a kiss, and somehow you ended up in the full auditorium parking lot in a heavy make-out session.
The sound of the music muffled out the sighs, and hopefully, the night made it impossible for anyone curious to try to look inside the car.
Wanda was on your lap, grinding against your thigh, and you were gripping the seat for support, trying to resist the urge to rip her clothes off.
Wanda seemed to want quite the opposite.
"Detka..." The brunette practically whimpered, teeth dragging under your skin. "Touch me."
You groaned aroused, tightening your hand around her waist and earning a sigh in return. "By god, Wanda, we're in a parking lot."
She complains with a bite on your skin that makes you gasp. "Why won't you touch me?" She insists almost annoyed, and you sigh before bringing your hands to her face.
"I thought you wanted our first time to be special." You explain with a warm face, surprising her a little, "We won't even be able to make any real noise here. And it's going to have to be quick."
Wanda bites her lip, her hands going down to the buttons of your blouse. "It's going to be special anywhere, detka, because it's with you." She retorts before stealing another firm kiss. "Now someone is confident about the quick and loud." She teases getting a small laugh before you return to kissing her with more passion now, determined to win the implied challenge.
Wanda tried to match the intensity of the kiss, but her hands wandered and you adjusted just enough for her to feel something else.
She broke the kiss with a soft choke, her center pressed against the firmness between your legs. Her darkened irises flashed in surprise at you.
"What's this, dorogoya? Were you planning this?" She asked with a mixed tone of teasing and mockery. "But what about all that stuff about our first time to be special..."
You grunted impatiently, thrusting your hips upward as you firmed your hands around Wanda's waist, and the precise friction of the strap against her made her whimper and grip your shoulders tightly.
"This was meant to be for after the show, smart-ass." You explain half breathlessly, watching her gasp as you guide her movements in your lap. "I did something nice in your room, with roses and everything. But someone couldn't keep their pants on..."
Wanda gave a guilty little laugh that turned into a groan when you pressed her right.
"I need you inside, detka, please." She whimpered but you shook your head, stopping your movements to push her skirt up with one hand.
"I need to stretch you out first, pretty girl." You explained, sliding your hands inside her skirt and choking on your own breath as you found no panties. "Wanda, by all that's most sacred..." You grunted affectedly, leaning your forehead against hers and she gave a breathless giggle.
"Yelena's idea, you can thank her later." She clarifies, throwing her hips forward to encourage you to move your hand. You follow the cue immediately, and when your fingers sink inside her, she arches her back and throws her head back. "o chert, detka! (oh fuck, babe!)" She exclaims affectedly, making you smile proudly.
"Feels good, doesn't it, babe?" You ask meekly, curling your fingers inside her tight intimacy and stimulating her at slow speed until Wanda is panting and whimpering. "You look so sexy riding my fingers, pretty girl."
Wanda moaned deeply as she came and you muffled the sound with an intense kiss, feeling a strong wave of arousal at the sensation of her pussy twitching and dripping onto your fingers.
"I'd say that was pretty quick, but let's try the loud now, what do you think?" You sneer at the dizzy with pleasure girl in front of you, who has a few seconds to recover from her climax before you unzip your pants and adjust the strap with her entrance, making her jerk a little for her sensitivity. You kiss her cheek, hands on her thighs. "Changed your mind?" You ask warmly, showing in your gaze that there would be no problem at all if Wanda wanted to stop, but she shakes her head quickly and kisses you hard. You feel her straddling you, and only know that she has done the work to adjust and sink into the toy when she gasps against your lips in a loud whimper.
"Fuck, it's too big." She whimpers, and you hold her waist, keeping her still. Your lips kiss her face and neck, and one of your hands moves up to her breast, stimulating the tip and making Wanda roll over against the strap-on instinctively.
"You can take it, I know you can." You coax meekly, the hand on her waist moving down to her intimacy, your fingers beginning to draw circles on her swollen clit that make Wanda drop her forehead against your shoulder, an affected moan leaving her lips. "Can I start moving, sweetheart?"
Wanda nodded breathlessly, practically bouncing on her own and making you smile. You held her by the waist, looking down to see the strap-on soaked when you pulled it out and then watching the toy unstrap inside her as you lowered her back down, the image tearing a moan from you.
You kissed Wanda again, but as soon as she found her rhythm on top of the fake cock, it became impossible for her to reciprocate. She bounced on your lap, the sounds of your hard thrusts echoing mixed with her whimpers of pleasure until she began to spasm and you had to take over.
"Bozhe moy, detka, ya tak blizko! Ne ostanavlivaytesʹ, pozhaluysta, ne ostanavlivaytesʹ! (Oh my god, baby I'm so close! Don't stop, please don't stop!)" Wanda came with a loud cry of pleasure, making a complete mess in your lap and destroying half the seat with her magic.
You kissed her hard, exchanging breathless giggles as you caressed her hips.
"This definitely beats watching Imagine Dragons." You joke and she laughs with flushed cheeks, kissing you again.
You notice that the noise of the music has diminished, indicating the first break, and you sigh together. Wanda speaks before you.
"Take me home, dorogoya. " She asks against your lips, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I don't want to stop."
You choke softly, and nod dumbly, which makes Wanda smile.
You have no idea how you managed to drive home after that, but part of you thinks Wanda must have used magic.
#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#elizabeth olsen x reader#marvel imagines#canon divergence#scarlet witch x reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Review of some anti-Tony comments I saw on Ao3. Part 4
Today we are going to answer a very interesting question:
“When did Tony save Steve in Germany, and Steve saved Tony first on the Helicarrier?”
Interesting, because seems like the person who asked it watched a different Avengers 2012, perhaps from alternative universe.
So, let’s do it in chronological order:
1) “When did Tony save Steve in Germany”. This is from scene in Stuttgart at 0:41:30, when Loki put people on their knees and attempted to kill an elder guy who refused to obey him. Steve saves the guy and here we have a fight between Steve and Loki. Loki throws Steve back and forth, and Cap is clearly loosing the fight until Tony appears and takes Loki into custody. Sure there was Nat present in quinjet with a machine gun – but that’s the problem. Machine gun is not a precision weapon, and she is not using it there because she might kill Cap or civilians instead of Loki. So Tony arrived just in time and saved Steve's ass from being killed or beaten. This is his first time in the movie. I’ll be counting.
2) “Steve saved Tony first on the Helicarrier”. You mean when Steve almost got him shredded by that turbine? Scene at 1:17:50: Tony needs Steve to hit the red lever to free him from the turbine after he starts it up. Steve is busy with a merc (1:21:20), surprisingly he can’t put one unenhanced soldier down. And forgot how to hit a target. Thus, almost fell from Helicarrier and killed Tony. 1:27:00 – Tony saves Helicarrier, including Steve’s ass again (2nd time). And again at 1:27:40 – first what he is doing after getting out of the turbine – rushing to put down that merc (saving Steve 3rd time in one movie). Sure Steve pulled the lever, otherwise it would be embarrassing.
37 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hearts beating as one
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, friends to lovers, roommate AU
Summary: Cuddles and a movie with your cute roommate.
warnings: fluff, petnames, dumb humour lol
word count: 900ish
A/N: This is for @chrisdrysdale one year anniversary writing challenge! congrats honey! the theme of the challenge was "love and cuddles" hope it makes you warm and fuzzy <3
(English is not my first language, and this is proof-read by me! sorry for any mistakes)
You tug your coat, burying your nose in your scarf. The wind is icy cold, the December air having no mercy. You are on you way home to your flat after a meet-up with old friends. It was so nice catching up and you had stayed there for a few hours, chatting away about the good old days and about the present. Your friends had mostly settled down, and they kept nagging you.
“Y/N, when are you settling down? Anyone special in your life?” and so on.
You answered as you always did “I’m in no rush, and no – I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.”
They all showed you pics of various bachelors, in an attempt to play matchmaker. You just laughed it off, but deep inside you knew. Your heart already belongs to someone else. You’re just not sure if he knows it…
Finally reaching the flat you quickly get inside. “I’m home!” You call out.
A cheery baritone voice answers. “Hi, honey! Did you have a good time?”
You smile, warmth seeping into your body. “Sure did, dear – it was great!” You take off your coat, scarf and boots and walk into the kitchen.
Bucky is standing by the stove, stirring in a big pot. You pour yourself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot and peek into the pot. “What is that?”
Bucky looks at you, laughter gleaming in his eyes. “You just came home, and the first thing you do is diss my cooking? Tsk, tks, that’s low… kitten” The last word is said so sweetly that you can almost taste it.
You look at him and tilt your head. “diss? Nah, Buckyboy, that was curiosity” He gives you a look, a faint blush showing on his cheeks.
“whatever you say, babe, whatever you say” You simply smirk, and go to lay down in the couch.
You and Bucky had been roommates for about two years now. You moved in right after a really messy break-up. Your ex, John, had been the harassing and controlling kind. Bucky had been your salvation. You had arranged the moving before you broke up with John, knowing you had to get away quickly. You had not planned to tell Bucky the truth, but the instant his beautiful blue eyes stared into yours you had to. You felt safe, for the first time in ages.
After that day Bucky had protected you many times. John came to the flat multiple times, but finally left you alone after Bucky gave him a black eye. The friendship with Bucky came easy. 6 months passed and you were besties. But something other than friendship was blooming between you. You knew it now, after 2 years, that you were in love with Bucky. You kinda want to tell him, but at the same time, you don’t wanna risk your friendship….
“Honey? Food is ready. If you dare eat it…” Buckys teasing voice lured from the kitchen. You joined him and ate with him.
“Wow, this tastes way better than it looks! Its sooo good” You praise, mouth full of food.
“Well, thank you, sweetheart. Nat gave me the recipe, its some form of Russian stew I think. “ he eyes the food suspiciously, as if hes not sure if he trusts it.
After a few seconds he shrugs and continue to eat. When youre both finished eating you do the dishes while Bucky lounge on the couch.
“Up for a movie, doll?” Bucky calls from the sofa.
“Yeah! As long as we don’t have to see The Hobbit AGAIN, I’m so tired of that movie” You can hear Bucky huff, and you laugh softly to yourself. You get some snacks and drinks and go to sit down.
Bucky has already found a movie, some new sci-fi with good reviews. He gets comfy on the sofa and gestures for you to tuck yourself into his side. You smile, and sit down. His arm curling around your body and holding you close, like he is afraid you’re gonna flee any moment. Cuddling like this came natural to you and you had spent countless hours in Buckys arms.
The movie is ok, but youre having a hard time focusing. Youre now turned bit so you are basically sitting in Buckys lap. You start to squirm, the situation making your heart race.
Oh, if you only were brave enough to kiss him now. You stare at his lips. Full, pink, and pillow soft. You are lost in your daydream when his voice pull you out. “Wanna taste?”
Your eyes flicker up his and before you know it you are kissing him. He is taken by surprise, going stiff for a half second. Then he kisses back, with everything hes got. Pouring all your feelings into the kiss, youre soon panting. Pulling back and looking at each other with lust filled eyes.
Bucky is the first to speak. “I just.. I wanna… Well. Oh darn, I love you, Y/N” a glint of hope glimmer in his eyes and you giggle “I love you too, more than you could ever imagine”
You meet in a kiss again, pouring all your love and care into it, until your hearts are beating as one.
Bucky pull back. “And by the way… I was talking about the chocolate,” he says – pointing to the mars bar on the table, with one bite taken out of it.
“You fucking moron” You say, laughing loudly – peppering Bucky in kisses.
Taglist: @animnerd @late-to-the-party-81
#tonje writes#bucky barnes x reader#fluff#roommate AU#bella'sloveandcuddlesfic#bella'sloveandcuddlefic
175 notes
·
View notes
Text
insp from this. had to type this up real quick after seeing it.
shauna shipman would so have one of those broody poet Tumblrs where she posts like original writing and reblogs angsty quotes from like wuthering heights and shit. she has an Instagram and a Twitter but mostly because Jackie made her. all of her Instagram is just posts of Jackieshauna or like books in coffeeshop type vibes. her twitters pretty empty she just replies to her friends posts. she has a tiktok but only so Jackie can send her stuff.
Jackie Taylor queen of Instagram. she'd have a lot of those like layout ones with the 3x3 grids. tons of pictures of jackieshauna or just her alone. she has one picture of her and Jeff from like 3 years ago but that's it. she has a Twitter but it's just to stay up in everybody's business lmao. she follows shauna on Tumblr but that's it. she's super into tiktok but doesn't post all that much. she used to make shauna do all the dance trends with her in middle school and it makes her wake up in a cold sweat thinking about it.
Van Palmer has a Twitter solely to post links to her letterboxd reviews and retweet movie announcements and shit. she has like 3 posts on Instagram and she's only pictured in 1 of them. she mostly uses it to comment 😍😍😍 on all of Tai's posts. Van was a big Tumblr user in middle school but def grew out of it. Van is strangely big on tiktok for someone who almost never posts. she has a sense of humor though that would do numbers on tiktok for sure.
Tai Turner is a big Twitter user. she's super into like politics and stuff and gags the hell out of random politicians in the quote tweets. she also retweets all of Van's letterboxd reviews. her Instagram is a bunch of pictures of her, her and van, and the other yjs. she tries to keep her Instagram professional but Van's commenting 🍑🥵 a little too much for that lmaooo. never had a Tumblr. has a tiktok so van can send her stuff.
Mari is big Twitter user. she will use it to stay up in everyone's business and gossip. so many private quote retweets lmao. big Instagram/tiktok user as well. she tried to hard to be an influencer though so it's mostly embarrassing. has a Tumblr that she solely uses to comment insults on Shauna's Tumblr poetry. don't ask her how she found it, Mari knows all.
Lottie Matthews gives me technophobe vibes for some reason. she's def out there like "kids these days 🙄. always on their phones". she'd have a huge following on Twitter though and would predict celebrity deaths/divorces.
Nat Scatorccio had a not like other girls phase where she thought she was too good for social media in middle school. she's embarrassed about it but unfortunately has no idea how to use most of it now. has a Twitter and an Instagram only. she does numbers on Instagram though let me tell you.
Misty Quigley has Twitter, Instagram, Tiktok, Tumblr, etc but she only really posts on reddit. She's big in a lot of reddit circles and people like @ her specifically for stuff. I think she'd do numbers on like true crime tiktok though. Mari has a burner account just to comment hate on Misty's tiktok lmao. On everything else she follows like 3k people and is followed back by bots and Jackie.
Laura Lee would have an Instagram that she posted Bible verses and encouraging quotes on. She has a Twitter where she comments "disappointed 😥" whenever someone uses religion to be homophobic. her parents only let her use the internet for an hour a day though so she doesn't post super often.
#modern au yellowjackets obviously#shauna shipman#Jackie Taylor#taissa turner#van palmer#lottie matthews#natalie scatorccio#misty quigley#mari yellowjackets#laura lee
49 notes
·
View notes
Note
You are one of the few quality Shino blogs on here and I just wanted to get this off my chest (since he’s my fav character)! Everyone seems to think Shino’s favorite animated movie would be Disney’s A Bug’s Life but I honestly see him liking Roald Dahl’s/Henry Selick’s James and the Giant Peach or Ghibli’s Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind much MUCH more. Do you have any HC’s for the types of media content Shino would like to watch/read in a more modern setting?
The Bug's Life jokes are classic flanderization. Happens to side characters all the time, I just try to ignore it now.
Honestly bug boy has VERY gothic sensibilities. I see him liking a lot of tech-noir media. Naruto is a bit anachronistic but for the most part the setting is based on Kishi's 80s childhood, meaning that Shino could have easily seen early tech-noir movies. I think Shibi is into classic noir films, so it sort of fits in with this theme of...wanting to be like his dad, but also his own person. If that makes sense.
As for KIDS' media? Before finding his niche I think he would be drawn to underrated and strange, dark fantasy, things that other kids might find too scary like The Black Cauldron. Ironically though, not a fan of Nightmare Before Christmas. Come on, why's the guy who's full of bugs gotta be the villain? For that reason a lot of media involving insects or arachnids are off the table; he's quite easily offended when it comes to bugs.
I have not seen Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind myself but on a cursory google search these bugs definitely look like something he would be interested in. I can imagine him filling a whole notebook with ideas and diagrams....
Printed media...we know he likes shonen manga, and western comics are also implied. It seems like Shino preferred Marvel and Torune preferred DC?
I can't talk much on books really, I haven't been able to enjoy a book for many many years (personal reasons) so outside of YouTube reviews of known trash fires I really have no idea what's going on in the world of words on paper.
And for shows, Nat Geo and the like are a given, but I also have a longstanding headcanon that Shino really likes Gundam. We've never gotten to see his room, but I think he would have a whole glass case of custom-painted models. My only basis for this is that it was popular at the time and Shino is a big fucking nerd, detail-oriented, content to work with forceps...and robots are a lot like bugs, if you think about it (but not too hard). Maybe he watched the show with Torune when they were little.
Oops. That was longer than I intended it to be. Well, I hope that answered your question!
23 notes
·
View notes
Note
I'm really disappointed on how they showed Christian bale in Thor 4 like they should've done better with his acting skills
Tell me about it!
They had an actor of his callibre, known for his intense method acting, playing a character that would be worth his mettle, but then they waste him like that. Poor guy shaved his head for it and all.
Red Letter Media said in their review that Christian was in a different movie, Nat was in a different movie, and Chris half the time was in a different movie. Then maybe make that movie your main characters are in instead of a joke fest when you know the topics at hand are c*ncer and dystheism.
For what it's worth, I absolutely loved his interactions with Thor :)
Christian also said that his favorite scene was with Chris in the Shadow Realm, probably because he had another person in the room with him in this green screen fest.
#answers#anonymous#thor#gorr the god butcher#christian bale#thor love and thunder#mcu critical#i was so excited when his casting was announced#the collective star power of these three
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
Going Under Ch. 31
summary: Gianna moves on with her life, Nat and Wanda stage an intervention.
characters: Bucky Barnes x OC
soundtrack: Never Tear Us Apart - INXS
warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.
author’s note: so sorry for my slower posting schedule, I've been so so busy with work that I'm pressed for time but I really wanted to get a chapter out for Valentine's Day! we're getting somewhere good, guys! thank you for reading and reviewing, ilysm!
chapter list/links - xo
_________________________________________________
Bucky
“Five minutes to landing, Captain.”
“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Steve’s face was riddled with concern as he buckled the chinstrap of his helmet. “You sure you’re up for this, Buck?”
The only sound was the hum of the Quinjet’s engine as Bucky seemed frozen in his seat. As they’d begun their ascent a little over an hour ago, his phone had pinged with a notification that would derail the entire morning.
‘E News Exclusive: Gianna Cruz and Sebastian Stan Get Cozy Before Valentine’s Day’
The team had gotten word of the circulating paparazzi photos and decided no good would come from Bucky seeing them. That consensus didn’t extend to the SHIELD agent who decided to forward it to him this morning, right before their departure for a mission. Fortunately, it was strictly intelligence and recon, something both Steve and Bucky could do in their sleep. That didn’t mean it was pleasant for Steve to fly in silence for an hour, his friend’s turmoil almost palpable in the seat beside him.
“Beginning descent now.”
Bucky braced his hands on his knees and stood, snapping out of his stupor. “I’m fine.” He rolled his neck and reached for the weapons holstered to his legs, doing a silent count.
“You sure? If you’d rather hang at the jet and keep watch, it won’t take -”
“Steve.” Bucky met his eyes. “I said I’m fine.”
The Quinjet touched down in a thick, overgrown forest. As the ramp began to extend with a hiss, Bucky took one last look at his phone. The image wounded him more than any weapon had in battle. The photo, clearly taken from across the street, showed Gianna looking happier than ever. Her latte, which he could still smell as clearly as if it were in front of him, sat half drunk on the table, lipstick print on the side. She was laughing, really laughing. He could tell by the way her eyes crinkled on the outside. This wasn’t for show. It wasn’t one of the laughs she’d perfected for evening show interviews and fan meetings. This was real.
Across from her sat the man responsible for making her laugh. Dark hair peeked from below his baseball hat, slightly shorter than Bucky’s, but not far behind. His hand was wrapped around a coffee cup with no lid, the other hand gesturing as he told the story that was so evidently hilarious. The man rumored to be playing none other than Bucky himself in the movie about his life. The one he’d signed off on years ago after encouragement from Steve and Tony, guaranteeing him he’d have a say in how the movie portrayed him. He could be as involved as he wanted to be. They reminded him it would help his reputation following the pardons, and help public opinion swing his way. Plus, the paycheck wasn’t bad either.
Now, years after signing those damn documents, he wanted nothing to do with the damn thing. Not if he had to sit and watch someone who was supposed to portray him live out life with the one person he wished he’d never let go. Fuck the movie. Fuck the actor. Fuck the agent who sent him these photos in the first place.
Admittedly, he knew he would have seen them anyway. His feeds were still full of Gianna from the days he’d spent reading fan posts and theories about the two of them together. The days when he was in the photos going viral. Now, he wasn’t doing much to change it, considering he still paused to stare every time her name or photo appeared on his screen.
The thing that really got him about this photo wasn’t the fact that she looked so happy and so carefree while he felt like a shell of himself. It wasn’t the fact that another man sat across from her, either. Both of those things felt like a kick to the gut, but they weren’t the worst part.
The worst part was that he knew that coffee shop.
This was one she refused to go to unless she wanted to be seen, be photographed. It was a paparazzi hotspot. She knowingly avoided it for that reason. The fact that she was there, with that man, was no accident. She wanted to be seen.
She wanted him to see.
Gianna
Three Days Prior
Gianna’s stomach hurt from laughing so hard.
“Hey, thank you again for meeting me.” Sebastian’s eyes were genuine, kind. “I really do appreciate it.”
She smiled, cheeks sore from doing so much of it over the past half hour they’d sat at this table. Her favorite shop these days, quiet and private. The few sips that remained in her coffee had gone cold, but she didn’t care. It was a beautiful day in the city and she’d forgotten about her pain, her loneliness, for just a little while.
“Of course. I appreciate you asking me.”
“Yeah, well…I wasn’t sure what you’d say.” His eyes were sheepish. “I know things aren’t, well, I don’t know. I’ve heard things aren’t the best right now, but --”
“It’s okay.” She cut him off with a gentle smile. “Things aren’t, well…they aren’t right now. At all. But no matter how I feel or how it ended, his story deserves to be told the right way. I respect you for wanting to do that.”
Sebastian sighed in relief. “Thank you. Seriously. My agent keeps reaching out to Pepper, but she said ‘Sergeant Barnes has no desire to be involved in the project at this time.’ I have a feeling she gave me the watered down version of what he actually said.”
Gianna laughed. “Yeah, that’s probably true.” She shifted in her chair. “I’m not overly familiar with the uh…process. What do you need from me?”
“Not much, hopefully, I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I just want to get it right, get him right.” He leaned onto his elbows. “The story, of course, but also him as a person. His mannerisms, his voice, his mind. I want to understand him.”
“Yeah, get in line.” Gianna murmured before catching herself. “I can help.”
“Perfect.” He grinned, looking enough like Bucky that her heart jolted. “Of course, I have a whole team of people to help me look more like him physically. That’ll take some time. He’s not a small guy.” Sebastian mimed growing his biceps.
“No,” Gianna laughed. “He isn’t. I’m sure a Super Soldier workout program is out there somewhere.”
“I’ll leave that to the professionals.” He waved a hand. “They just tell me what to do and I do it. For now, can we meet again? I don’t know how long you’ll be in the city, but I’d love to meet a few times a week until I feel like I’ve got it right.”
“I’ll be here for a while. We’re still figuring out tour dates and everything, so I’m in the city for the foreseeable future.”
“Great. How’s Friday? Coffee, again? My treat, of course.”
“Friday is great.” She smiled. “But let's meet somewhere else this time. Do you have a problem with meeting more…publicly?”
He grinned again, raising his empty cup. “Not at all. All press is good press when you’re making a movie.”
Gianna gave a wry smile, raising her cup to his. “Then let’s make headlines.”
Bucky
Wanda stormed into the training room, followed closely by Natasha. Bucky was deep into a sparring session with a punching bag, sweat glistening on his forehead. The recon mission had been easy, getting them back relatively early in the day. He decided to skip dinner and let off some steam instead, the image from earlier still burned into his mind.
"Bucky Barnes!" Wanda's voice cut through the thuds of Bucky's punches, echoing through the empty room.
He paused, looking at them with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "What?"
Natasha crossed her arms. "We're tired of your brooding. Enough is enough. We're having an intervention."
Bucky raised an eyebrow. "An intervention?"
Wanda nodded. "Yes. You're coming with us."
Before Bucky could protest, they each took one of his arms and practically dragged him out of the training room.
The common room was suspiciously empty.
“Where is everyone?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.
“They flew into the city for a basketball game. They’ll be back tomorrow. Steve didn’t mention it?” Natasha gave a coy smile.
“No. He didn’t.”
She grinned. “Good.” Natasha pointed to his bedroom. "Go shower, put on something comfy. We're having a girls' night."
“A what?”
“Just go.” She gave a light shove towards his door.
Bucky scoffed but complied. When he returned in sweats, the atmosphere had changed. The living room was warm, inviting. In the dining room, Wanda and Natasha were setting up what appeared to be a cozy dinner. Candles were lit, and a bottle of wine was breathing on the table. The smell of marinara wafted through the air.
Wanda poured wine as Natasha motioned for Bucky to sit. "Okay, Barnes. Time to spill."
He eyed them warily. "Spill what?"
Wanda leaned back, sipping her wine. "How you feel. About Gianna, about everything. We're not leaving until you talk."
Bucky sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. "What's there to say?"
Natasha leaned forward, spinning pasta on her fork. "Start with the truth. Do you still love her?"
Bucky hesitated but finally nodded. "Yeah, I do. But that's not important."
Wanda shook her head. "That's a start. At least you don’t deny it. Why do you say it isn’t important?"
Bucky's eyes dropped to the table. "I'm not good for her."
“From where we’re standing, you seemed pretty damn good to us. She didn’t exactly seem…unsatisfied.” Nat sipped her wine.
Bucky glared at her.
“Okay, sex jokes aside. That girl was happy. Why the hell do you think you weren’t good for her?”
“Because, Nat, I’m the fucking Winter Soldier.” His fist hit the table, rattling the wine glasses. Neither woman flinched. “She’s young, beautiful, smart, she has everything going for her. Everything. The whole world is in love with her. She could have anything, anyone she wants. She should have a family, a life, everything. She’s too amazing, too good for someone like me. I can’t stand the thought that I’m holding her back from something better. From someone better. I have all this shit that I’ve done, blood on my hands, I still get nightmares…I don’t want her to have to live with all that.” His voice broke ever so slightly at the end.
Natasha leaned in, her voice soft and kind. "Bucky, she knew what she was getting into when she fell for you. And she didn't care. She still doesn't."
He looked down at his hands. "But I can't give her a normal life. She deserves more than this."
Wanda spoke softly, "Maybe she thinks a life with you is better than any normal life. You've got to trust her to make that decision. Plus, it’s not like she can just walk down the street either. Did you forget the reason you met her in the first place?"
Bucky ran his fingers through his hair again, frustration evident. "What if she regrets it? What if she wakes up one day and realizes she wasted her time with me and I’m not worth it?"
Natasha leaned in, placing a hand on his arm. "Bucky, you are worth it. You've changed. You've got to believe that. Stop seeing yourself as this monster that they tried to make you. See yourself how we do."
He looked up at her. “What do you mean?”
Nat glanced at Wanda, who reached out her hand. “May I?”
Bucky nodded slowly, taking her hand.
Instantly, his mind was full of light and color. Scenes flashed before him, one after another.
Him in combat, sniping someone who was about to take a lethal shot at Steve. Him throwing a football to Peter, who was beaming. Him high-fiving an agent who finally won their first sparring match after weeks of private sessions. Him lifting a beam off of a civilian in a fire, rescuing them when they realized it would take too long for the fire department to get the jaws of life up that high. Him with his arm around Wanda on the couch on the anniversary of her parents’ death, holding her while she cried. Him catching Natasha inches before her head hit the concrete after being thrown in battle. Him watching Lord of the Rings with Peter and arguing over whether the book was better than the movie. Countless scenes of him laughing with Steve. Glimpses of the agents’ faces as he spoke, all full of awe and admiration.
Then there was Gianna. Memories of her face, looking at Bucky, eyes full of love. Bits of conversation with Wanda where she gushed about him. Her face when she woke up in the hospital bed after the bombing, immediately asking where he was. Memory after memory of the two of them together, from the perspective of various team members. The two of them dancing on the dock, disgustingly in love. Them laughing, holding hands, dancing in the kitchen in front of the coffee pot. The way she looked at him like he hung the moon. The way he looked at her like she was the sun.
Bucky couldn’t deny the difference between the man in these memories and the man he saw in the mirror. His face was bright, warm, joyful. Now, dark circles hung below his eyes and he just looked…colorless. Like he felt inside.
With a gentle squeeze of his hand, Wanda let go. His mind was quiet, devoid of all the memories. He was back at the table with two of his best friends looking at him with hope and concern. His friends who thought he was worth all of this trouble for. His friends who he loved so dearly.
“How did you…?”
“I asked.” Wanda smiled. “I asked if I could see all of the good memories of you. Everyone had more than enough. The hardest part was sorting through them all.”
He stared at the table for a moment, dumbfounded.
Nat nudged him with her elbow. “Just remember, Buck, if you’re thinking those things about yourself, you’re saying we’re all wrong. When was the last time we were all wrong?” She winked at Wanda. “Especially us.”
Bucky grinned despite himself.
“Eat!” Wanda chastised, gesturing to his plate with her fork. “It’s not as good when it’s cold.”
The conversation continued as they ate, thankfully shifting away from Bucky’s emotions for the time being. For the first time since he watched Gianna walk out the door, he felt a sliver of hope.
As the night progressed, the atmosphere lightened even further. Wanda insisted on watching a romantic comedy, stating that it was a staple of a girls’ night. They even had pints of ice cream reserved for the occasion. Bucky feigned interest, but his mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts of Gianna and the memories he’d been shown.
Natasha nudged him as they sat on the couch, the screen illuminating their faces. "You okay?"
Bucky sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. Just thinking about her."
“Good.” Nat grinned. “I’m not gonna tell you what to do, but you better do something. The next intervention won’t be so cushy.”
The movie played on, but Bucky's mind was miles away, contemplating the possibility of winning back the woman he loved.
Gianna
The vibrant atmosphere of Madison Square Garden buzzed around Gianna as she sat courtside at the Knicks game. The cheers of the crowd, the bass of the music, and the energetic spirit of the close game created a palpable buzz in the air.
Gianna, dressed in jeans and a corset top, found herself featured on the Jumbotron. The crowd erupted in cheers as she waved and blew a playful kiss. Beside her, Madison Beer, shared the moment with a grin. They’d been in talks about recording a song together and decided to take a girls’ night to celebrate.
As the halftime began, Gianna caught wind of a commotion in the row behind her. Turning, she saw Peter animatedly trying to persuade her security to let him through, insisting that they were friends. However, the stern expressions on the security team indicated their skepticism as they refused.
With an amused smile, Gianna stood and walked over. "It's alright, guys. He's a friend."
The security team eyed Peter warily as she beckoned him closer. "I told you I know her! Spider-Man and Gigi, pals!"
Gianna chuckled, giving Peter a friendly hug. "It's been too long, Pete. What are you doing in the city?”
“Nat kicked us out for the night.” He ran a hand through his tousled hair.
“Us?” Gianna’s heart pounded.
“Oh, uh, Steve, Sam, and Mr. Stark.” He gestured up towards the suites. Looking up, Gianna saw three friendly faces smiling and waving from the Stark Enterprises box. She grinned and waved back.
Peter paled as he glanced over Gianna’s shoulder, where Madison had joined them.
Gianna laughed, "Oh, I’m so sorry. Peter, meet Madison Beer. Madison, this is Peter Parker."
Peter's eyes widened, and he stammered out a greeting, utterly starstruck.
Madison laughed, "Nice to meet you, Peter. Gianna's told me a lot about you. Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and all."
Peter's eyes widened even further. "Really? Wow, now I really owe you one.” He elbowed Gianna.
Madison grinned, amused by Peter's awe. "Are you here on vigilante business?”
Peter, still in a state of disbelief, managed to laugh. "Uh, not this time. More of a guys’ night.” He gestured back to the box.
“Oh my God, is Tony Stark here?” Madison squealed, suddenly starstruck herself.
“Yes, actually, he sent me down to ask if you, uh, wanted to join us…” Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “I know you have great seats, I mean courtside, that’s tough to beat, but we’ve got the bartender and the food and -”
“Can we?” Madison whirled to face Gianna.
“It’s just you four?” Gianna said under her breath to Peter, expression cautious.
“Just us.” He nodded, understanding who exactly she was asking about.
Gianna swallowed in relief and linked her arm with Madison. “Shall we?”
The trio made their way to the Stark Enterprises box, where Tony, Steve, and Sam were eagerly waiting. As Gianna approached, Steve stood up, grinning.
"Gianna! It's been too long," Steve said, enveloping her in a warm hug.
Tony added, "And who's this? Supermodel, actress…?"
“Singer.” Gianna chuckled, "Tony, Steve, Sam, meet Madison Beer. Madison, meet the guys.”
The atmosphere in the private box crackled with excitement as the game resumed after halftime. Gianna, Madison, and Peter, flanked by Tony, Steve, and Sam, were fully immersed in the exhilarating game, standing at the edge of the box.
"Come on, guys! We need a miracle play!" Tony shouted, his eyes glued to the action.
Madison joined in, "Come on, my jump shot looks better than that!"
Peter grinned, "I'd pay to see that."
As the game intensified, Tony couldn't resist pushing the excitement to another level. He gestured to the suite’s bartender, who poured shots for everyone. "A little liquid luck for our team!"
Gianna laughed, taking a shot glass from the tray and raising it in the air. "To the Knicks!"
The group echoed her and the shots went down smoothly. As the glasses were dropped back on the tray, the Knicks scored a crucial basket, sending the group into a collective uproar.
Tony, always one for mischief, looked at Madison. "You know, I heard if you blow a kiss to the team, it brings good luck."
Madison playfully rolled her eyes but obliged, blowing an exaggerated kiss toward the court. The team scored again, and the crowd erupted into cheers.
"Madison, you're our secret weapon!" Sam teased, throwing an arm around her as she jumped up and down.
The alcohol running through everyone’s veins only amplified the excitement. The group became rowdier as the drinks flowed and the game reached its climax. Even Steve, usually the more reserved of the bunch, found himself caught up in the infectious energy, despite not being affected by the alcohol. Gianna had been taking it slower, finding that when she came home after a night of drinking, it all turned to sadness even more intense than when she was sober. So tonight, besides the shot, she was still sipping on her first cocktail.
Gianna leaned over to where he sat, resonating with the other relatively sober person on the. "You having fun, Cap?"
Steve grinned and raised the bottle in his hand, "Beer, basketball, and great company. What’s not to love?" Before Gianna could continue the conversation, the crowd erupted into thunderous cheering as the Knicks finished with a win. The group erupted into cheers and high-fives, Tony going around and kissing everyone on the head.
“Alright, Happy’s bringing the car around. It’s time to celebrate.”
Steve glanced at his watch warily. "Tony, it's late. We've got an early flight back tomorrow."
Tony waved off the concern. "Last time I checked, whoever owns the plane decides the flight time. Looks like our flight just got delayed!"
Madison tossed her hair over her shoulder as she linked arms with Sam and Peter, trailing Tony out the door. Her laughter echoed into the hallway as she wagged her eyebrows at Gianna, clearly thrilled with how the night was unfolding.
“Sounds like we’re in for a long night.” Steve gave a resigned smile to Gianna.
Smiling, she downed the rest of her watery vodka cranberry.
“Then let’s make the best of it.”
Bucky
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“What?” Bucky groaned, stirring on the coach. Wanda had fallen asleep sprawled across half the sectional, leaving Bucky to doze off in an awkward seated position. Only Nat had stayed awake through the second movie. Her reaction to whatever text she just got was enough to wake him back up.
Nat eyed him, but didn’t reply, turning her gaze back to her phone.
“Nat, what is it?” Bucky shifted to sit up straighter.
She paused, chewing her bottom lip. Seeming to realize it was pointless to resist showing Bucky, she flipped the phone around. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the bright, glowing screen, but he recognized the interface to be Twitter.
‘The Avengers party with Madison Beer and Gianna Cruz: Pop Stars spotted entering famed nightclub Flame following Knicks Victory.’
Bucky clenched his jaw as his eyes raked over the photo. Tony was winking at the camera, leading the group. Gianna and the brunette girl, Madison, each held one of Peter’s arms as they walked, Steve and Sam walking behind them and shielding their eyes from the flashes.
“How old is this?”
“Bucky…”
“Nat,” His tone had a warning in it. “How old is this photo?”
“It was posted fifteen minutes ago. According to Steve, they got to the club about forty five minutes ago and Tony doesn’t seem to want to call it a night.”
He rubbed his hand along his stubbled jawline, suddenly wide awake. “How quickly can we get to Manhattan?”
#avengers#bucky barnes x oc#bucky fanfic#bucky fluff#bucky barnes#james bucky barnes#winter soldier#sebastian stan#winter soldier fluff
7 notes
·
View notes
Note
Goddamn stop sending shit to Nat when I literally said in my review “and before anyone comes at me this is how i feel not you, anyways so” like okay you like Natalie, good for you. I never said she couldn’t act i said I personally didn’t like her and it’s literally not Nats fault if she doesn’t really like her too. No need to drag Elvis under the damn bus over a goddamn movie review from some girl on tumblr. Please, agree to disagree.
P.s if you want to be like that I preferred her in west side story but what’s the point in saying that when people act like this for speaking your OPINIONN.
Seriously like there was no need to drag Elvis into this especially because I feel like no one was really coming for Natalie. Some people just aren’t fans. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t talented. I’ve seen plenty of her movies and she’s extremely talented. Also no one was comparing her to Elvis either lol. I just feel like you can’t even compare the two. At the end of the day he’s a musician first.
9 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
analexana
Untitled
awesomereassurer
awesome ... and more
siirpale
oughhhh
sapnasharma1
Untitled
vidapack
VIDA.PACK