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videovamptramp · 1 year

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the jealous game

// prompt idea for g!p wanda: you end your relationship with wanda because she’s always flirting with other girls to make you jealous. unbeknownst to you, wanda’s about to feel just as jealous as you when thor and bruce bring their new friend valkyrie to one of tony’s parties. the king suddenly takes a massive interest in you, making wanda immensely jealous. //

warnings: breakups, flirting with other girls while in a relationship, jealousy, sexual themes i guess (kind of??), fluffy ending, i’m a slut for wanda maximoff 🥺

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“i can’t do this anymore, wanda!” you raise your voice as she drags you into the hall. you were forced to sit at a dinner party with a few agents, and watch wanda flirt with sharon carter all night. you stressed more and more during every function and event, because the redheads flirting was never ending. no matter how many times you told her to stop— how much it hurts you— she never listens. “you’re making a big deal over nothing, y/n.” she rolls her eyes, and you clench your fists, angry tears welling up in your eyes. “nothing?! wanda, you’ve been flirting with sharon in front of me all night!” you exclaim, and she scoffs.

“flirting doesn’t mean anything.” she mutters and you stare at her as if she’s crazy. “it means something to me, and it probably means something to her and all the other women you consistently flirt with.” you mutter, and she opens her mouth to say something, but you beat her to it. “you know, you used to be my best friend. after my best friend passed away, i never thought i could develop a bond and connection like i did with you. then i fell in love with you, and i realized you aren’t who i thought you were.” your voice cracks a bit and wanda’s smug demeanor falls immediately at the vulnerable words. “y/n—”

“have fun at your dinner party. i’ll be by your room next week to pick up my things.” you don’t even let her speak. you don’t want to hear what she has to say. you walk away from her, and you leave her standing in the hallway watching you leave. the memory now engraved into her mind. the night you got tired of her trying to rile you up, and keep the relationship ‘alive’. she didn’t think it was affecting you this badly. she never meant any of the things she said to other women in your presence, she was only trying to make you jealous. maybe have wild sex afterwards like you guys always do.

though she succeeded at making you jealous, she didn’t get the outcome she desired. no, instead wanda lost her bestest friend all because she went and decided to flirt with sharon carter. but it wasn’t just sharon, it was also the waitress at the restaurant last week, and the nurse who was doing an ultrasound on you for a cyst. she cringes as she remembers how you asked her to wait outside. she was starting to realize how much of a shit girlfriend she’s been to you. “hey wands, where did y/n go?” yelena asks on her way back from the bathroom. “she left…”

wanda spends the next few weeks waiting for you to come back. she foolishly tells herself you’ll miss her enough to return. yet, it becomes abundantly clear that that’s not the case. you end up avoiding her, and whenever wanda accidentally sees you around the compound you’re laughing at something one of your coworkers is saying, or hanging out with the members of your team. you look okay and maybe that’s what sets wanda off most of all; you’re okay without her while she’s miserable without you. she lays awake at night tossing and turning, when she’s half asleep she reaches for you but you aren’t there. she can’t get that look on your face out of her head. the look of pure betrayal and hurt.

wanda tries calling, but you don’t answer. when she visits your room at night FRIDAY doesn’t allow her access. you’ve complete shut her out, and it’s all her fault. wanda thinks about three years ago when you first arrived at the compound. you had apparently been training for shield since you got out of high school. as soon as you met wanda she immediately took a liking to you. you were genuinely kind to her, and no matter how out of control her powers were, you weren’t afraid of her. you listened as she opened up to you about the death of her twin brother and her parents. you never once judged her when she told you about the things hydra and ultron made her do.

wanda’s nightmares return shortly after your breakup. turns out having you around was more help to her than she realized. or maybe she did realize it and she took it for granted. she doesn’t know how long she can continue this way without you; barely sleeping, barely eating. she can’t even seem to focus on missions and steve has given her three warnings in the last month to get it together before she’s on temporary desk duty. maybe that’s how she ended up at tony’s halloween party; drinking the night away to forget you.

when she sees you she nearly drops the drink in her hands. you’re not even dressed up; just a simple black cropped top that fits you perfectly, dark denim blue jeans that are so tight wanda can see every curve. the outfit is matched with your favorite converse, and your hair is in loose unruly curls. wanda wants to talk to you so badly, but she doesn’t have the courage to. your eyes migrate around the room, and end up on her. you offer her a sad smile and she doesn’t react. you notice the bags under her eyes that the makeup isn’t doing a good job at hiding. she doesn’t look at all like herself. you’re about to walk over to your ex girlfriend when a voice stops you.

“y/n!” thor bellows as he makes his way over to you with a woman beside him. she’s not as tall as wanda but she’s taller than you. her eyes seem to light up as soon as she sees you, “this is my dear friend y/n! y/n, this is king valkyrie.” he introduces you both and you smile shyly as you put your hand out for her to shake. the king takes your right hand and kisses your knuckles gently. you blush profusely at the action, “king valkyrie has assisted me on many missions and frequently, as you mortals say, saved my behind.” thor continues to stroke his friends ego and she rolls her eyes modestly. “please. a literal god is trying to talk me up right now, can you get this guy out of here?” valkyrie asks you jokingly, making you giggle. the mere sound makes her stare at you in awe for a second.

“it’s truly a pleasure to meet you, y/n. i’ve heard so much about you and your amazing pancakes from thor and bruce.” she admits and you blush sheepishly, your face feeling hot. “it’s a pleasure to meet you as well, it’s great to finally put a face to the name.” you tell her, having only heard about her a few times through thor and bruce, you were surprised at how charming she actually was. you don’t normally receive any attention like this from any of the superheroes, sure a few agents have asked you out in hopes of a hookup or two, but none of the heroes that were as important as this have. well, except for wanda, but you were almost positive wanda never wanted a real relationship with you to begin with.

the disheartening thought is enough to get you to put on a fake smile, and offer to get valkyrie and thor drinks. thor politely admits he has to find jane, but he ends up leaving you and the king alone. “so, thor tells me you’ve been an agent for shield for four years?” valkyrie asks and you chuckle, “yeah, i started training right out of high school… i really didn’t know know what else to do with my life.” you confess sheepishly, “but my life is boring. i want to hear all about your life. you’re a king, you must never be bored or lonely!” you exclaim and her smile falters a bit. “well, i certainly have the means and privilege of never being bored but not even money can cure loneliness.” she admits and you frown.

“do you get lonely king valkyrie?” you ask softly, your hand coming up to her bicep and your mere touch warms her in a way she hasn’t felt in so long. “yes. but it’s a small price to pay for ruling a kingdom.” she responds, and your eyes meet her chocolate brown ones. “and your queen?” you ask in a way that causes her to smirk, “no queen, just me i’m afraid.” she answers honestly, and you raise your eyebrows. “i guess that means i’m allowed to buy you a drink without worrying about your wife challenging me to a death match?” you half joke, and she laughs. “there’s no wife you have to worry about. but i’d love a drink.” she says lightly as you grab her hand and lead her through the crowded room. you don’t notice the piercing green eyes staring at you both the entire time.

as the night goes on you get to know valkyrie and you can’t find a single thing wrong with her. she’s charming, sweet, kind, humble, and even easy on the eyes… yet you can’t shake that guilty feeling you feel. you don’t want to be here with anyone other than wanda. yet, you’re sure she’s probably flirting with some other pretty girl around here. she’s probably forgotten all about you. you force yourself to laugh at a joke valkyrie says that you shamefully weren’t paying attention to. what you don’t notice is the emerald green eyes shooting daggers at the woman you’re standing in front of. wanda’s been watching you two since thor introduced the both of you. she hates the way her stomach burns and her fists clenches around her glass so tightly she surprised it doesn’t break.

her jaw is tense as valkyrie moves a strand of loose hair behind your ear. the way you blush makes her heart crumble into a million little pieces, and she recalls the way you used to blush at all of the things she said. the way the blood used to rise to your cheeks and coat your little nose. she hates this feeling and she wonders if this is how you felt all those times when she flirted so blatantly in front of you. she mentally curses herself for making you feel this way on so many occasions. the jealousy she feels is nothing compared to the guilt. she downs the rest of her whiskey and leaves the glass of ice on the bar counter. she can’t stand to watch this anymore, she doesn’t think the remains of her heart can take it.

you notice the way the redhead leaves quickly, moving past a hoard of people. you frown; wanda never leaves these things early. there’s nothing she loves more than a party. though, you remember how down she looked earlier. as much as you want to wield yourself not to care, you can’t help it. you love her and you care about her so much. “um, excuse me valkyrie i have to make sure my friend is okay. she looked sad earlier and she just left.” you lie through your teeth and valkyrie flashes you an understanding smile. “of course. i know all about your history with wanda maximoff, i understand how you feel.” she says and you feel a guilty feeling wash over you.

“i’m sorry.” you apologize honestly, and she reaches for your hand giving it an assuring squeeze. “don’t be sorry. go to her. i understand.” she tells you softly. you smile at her gratefully, “thank you. it really was lovely meeting you, i hope to see you again some time.” you tell her sincerely causing her to nod in agreement. “likewise. i’ll be looking for you the next time i’m on earth.” she promises and you blush softly before leaving. you go in the direction wanda left in, and you push through the large amount of people. you finally see her on the balcony facing away from the party.

“you left a little early don’t you think?” you ask, and she quickly wipes away a few falling tears before holding onto the ledge of the balcony tightly. “why do you care? you’ve made it perfectly clear over the last few weeks that nothing i do matters to you.” she retorts, there’s a bit of bite to her tone but there’s a whole lot of hurt laced through it as well. “nothing you do matters? i think you don’t understand how much the things you do matter to me.” you reply, as you reach into the pocket of your coat, pulling out a pack of menthols. “doesn’t seem that way. you’ve been avoiding me like the plague and now you’re all over king valkyrie not even a few weeks after our breakup?” she questions, and you can hear the undeniable betrayal laced through her tone.

“at least i waited till after our breakup.” you mutter under your breath, and she turns to face you. a trickle of silence passes, until she lets out a chuckle. “yeah, i deserved that.” she responds, and you flash her half a smile. she loves your smile. how she’s missed it. you take in the black velour suit she’s wearing. the white collared shirt pristine and nicely buttoned; not a wrinkle in sight. she looks amazing and you try your hardest not to let her know you’re staring at how beautiful she looks. “you look perfect. i see why valkyrie was all over you.” she admits and you laugh. “she was being nice.” you try to defend yourself and wanda flashes you a look. “oh please, she kissed your hand and was by your side all night.” she points out, and you raise a brow.

“you mean the way you should’ve been?“ you ask her, and this causes her to go silent. “y/n… i’m so sorry. i was a terrible girlfriend, and i… i took you for granted. i know some of the things i did are unforgivable, and when i saw you with valkyrie tonight, i realized how badly i hurt you all those times. i’m sorry.” wanda actually sounds sincere, and you can see in her eyes she means every word. she then shakes her head, “i don’t expect you to forgive me. if i were you i don’t know if i could… i just needed to apologize. you deserved a sincere apology. you didn’t deserve anything i put you through… i do love you, y/n.” wanda adds and your eyes go wide. “you do?” you ask in complete surprise and she nods vigorously.

“so much. you’re the only person i’ve ever opened up to… you’re my best friend. i really should’ve been a better girlfriend to you.” she admits shamefully, barely being able to meet your eyes with her own. you can see the tears pooling in those emerald green orbs you’re so helplessly in love with. “then why did you flirt with all those women? what you did really hurt me, and i told you it did, and you just kept doing it. you promised me once that you’d never intentionally hurt me… so why did you?” you ask her, and she shuts her eyes for a few seconds. “i thought it would keep you from losing interest in me. i figured if you saw how many people wanted me, you always would.” she chuckles bitterly at her own mindset. “i guess i lost you either way…” she trails off, and you sigh.

“wanda… i could never not want you. trust me, i know first hand how many people want you. you don’t think i see the way everyone looks at you when you walk into a room? but i don’t care about how many people look at you as long as you’re only looking at me…” your voice is insecure and now you can’t seem to keep eye contact as you glance down at your shoes. you toss your forgotten cigarette into the ashtray and she lets a few tears fall. “you’re all i see when i walk into a room.” she admits, “i should’ve made that more clear.” she adds and you flash her a look. “yeah, you should’ve.” you murmur, and she looks down at her shoes.

“is there any way you’d give me another chance? i’d do anything to earn your trust back. anything to make you love me again.” she practically begs you, and you can hear the strain in her voice. “i never stopped loving you, wands. i just… i thought you didn’t love me anymore.” you whisper the last part, and she reaches for your hands, her touch immediately makes your body feel warm despite the cool new york air. “i could never not love you.” she reveals with a trembling voice. you observe her features, searching for any sign of dishonesty; when you find none your eyes soften in that way that makes her heart flutter. “from now on, flirting with someone else is cheating. okay? there’ll be no more chances after this one for that, maximoff.” you warn her, and she nods eagerly. “i promise to only flirt with you until i die!“ she dramatically swears, earning a soft giggle.

god how she missed being the cause of that sound. “that’s a little dramatic.” you say, but before you can say anything else she leans in and kisses you passionately. you melt into the stolen kiss immediately, moaning in surprise and delight as you kiss the redhead back. wanda let’s go of your hands and moves hers to your waist. she pulls you into her, and as soon as your body touches hers, her member begins to wake up. there’s no doubt you don’t feel it hardening against you. “i missed,” kiss, “you,” kiss, “so,” kiss, “much.” wanda says in between kisses, as if she’s in a frenzy. you pull away and she chases your lips with her own as she keeps you held against her. she whines when you don’t let her kiss you again, “looks like you weren’t the only one that missed me.”

your teasing only causes her to get harder, and you smile deviously at the appendage poking you through hers and your clothes. “should we get out of here?” she asks hopefully, and you giggle nodding in agreement. “lead the way, wands.” you unravel yourself from her, as she interlocks her hands with yours and leads you out. she takes you to the nearest exit and your stomach flutters at the thought of making up after a whole month.

a/n: should i upload a pt.2 of the smut ?🤫👀

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maximotts · 2 years

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𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 • 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: I have no excuse for these upcoming fics except I saw MoM and was instantly filled with the urge to be kept by dark!mommy Scarlet Witch Wanda... this is purely such a self-indulgent AU and this is just an intro, but many kinks lie ahead (like in the next fic I'm writing now)

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; These fics are based on the events in Multiverse of Madness, keep that in mind if you're avoiding spoilers; hurt/comfort, fluffy with angst ig; talks of feeling abandoned/depression; manipulation and coersion; Wanda using her powers against reader; mommy kink abound

words: 1.6K

summary: As It Was AU; You lost your Wanda months ago and every day since, you've felt hollow. No one could fix it, except maybe Wanda herself

As It Was AU. || main masterlist.

You were lost without her.

It wasn’t as simple to move on as people thought; Wanda was your everything. She made your whole schedule, picked out your clothes, made sure you were entertained every moment of the day… she left a hole no one could fill. There wasn’t a person in the world you’d choose to replace her anyways.

Thankfully you kept your shared house, but it felt empty now. All pictures of her hung on the walls were now just a haunting reminder that she was gone, buried, never coming back. You’d never felt more powerless than at Wanda’s funeral and more alone than every night you fell asleep. It’d been two months of sleeping on the couch— you couldn’t bear the thought of sleeping in your bed anymore; she’d picked it out to be perfect for you two and you feared that if you slept in it too much now, her pillow would stop smelling like her and you’d fully break down.

You’d lost track of how long you’d been blankly staring at the television, but it had long been dark outside. It was that time of night where your eyelids were growing heavy; you hated that time. Whenever you dreamt, it was of her. Sometimes she spoke to you and others she just held you in silence, but it wasn’t that fleeting time with her you despised. No, it was the waking up that was cruel. How cold you were without Wanda’s arms around you, your cheeks growing wet every morning as you cried over her absence.

Most of the time you fought sleep as long as you could, letting the room almost spin with how stubborn you were against closing your eyes. It was only because of this that you didn’t fully believe your eyes at first.

“You should really sleep if you’re tired, dearest.” Wanda was standing in front of you, looking down at you with concern. And you screamed, a true fearful scream. You scrambled over the side of the couch, hiding from the intruder that just had to be some sick joke. You were able to stop screaming if only to try to hide further from the woman still hovering mere feet away from you, but your breaths were still heavy and you could feel your heart. Faintly you wondered if you were having a heart attack.

Rushed footsteps told you she’d rounded the couch, but it was only when her hand touched your back that you started screaming again, crawling as fast as you could. “Get out, get out! You’re not real!”

“But sweetheart, I am-”

She was coming closer once more and the farther you went, the closer the imposter got to cornering you. Whoever she was, whatever she wanted, you could barely outrun her, “Leave! Get the fuck out of my house!”

There was an escape route as you shuffled across the floor. If you could just make it a few feet further, the door was so close… But as you stumbled to your feet, tendrils of red magic wrapped around your ankle and you were falling to the hardwood with a shout. “Let me go!”

“Stop it!” She yelled as she pulled you back until you laid on your back at her feet; your Wanda never yelled at you, not once. Looking at her, some form of Wanda, angry at you for a reason you couldn’t understand, all you could do was raise your arms to your head and cover your face. Seeing her was painful, but the sight of someone you loved turning against you so angrily left you crying hard.

“I’m sorry, don’t hurt me…” Tears soaked your sleeves, racked sobs muffling everything around you so that you didn’t hear when she fell to her knees too, reaching out to touch your arm before thinking better of it. Her powers held you still effortlessly, even as you’d stilled with fear. She couldn’t have you slipping away again. “Please, let me go.”

Wanda instantly regretted her outburst; she’d acted selfishly in thinking you’d accept her without explanation. It had taken her so long to find a universe where you were accessible, much less one where she was gone— once any of her met you, they rarely let you go. But here, this was perfect. You needed her and didn’t have her and typically you were such a stubborn little thing, convincing you to let her stay would be easier while you were so vulnerable. It wouldn’t take much though; as independent as you thought yourself to be, Wanda always broke you of that; it was better when you relied on her, she could keep you safer when you let her take over.

“I’ll let you free when I know you won’t hurt yourself.” Her tone of voice was different now, softer and closer to the Wanda you knew. It took a few moments of stillness to gain the courage to peek out from behind your arms, but she was still right there, looking you over for any signs of injury as if she wasn’t the one who’d started it all. She was definitely Wanda, but this one looked intimidating, her hair red instead of the dark brown you used to love burying your nose in and her face serious, more intense than you’d ever seen her.

Still, afraid as you were, something about her just being so close to you calmed your heartbeat. If she truly was Wanda, she’d never harmed you before. “W-What do you want?” You hated how weak you sounded; only your Wanda had heard you so meek before.

As soon as you spoke up, Wanda’s eyes were on you, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. “You, of course. What else would I want?” She shifted closer, daring to brush some hair from your face and taking the small win of you only slightly flinching away. Good.

“I don’t know you…” It wasn’t a complete lie. The woman before you was familiar, but she just wasn’t. Something within you screamed to be wary of the stranger who’d so quickly appeared in your living room, but another part, the saddest part, begged to recognize this Wanda as the woman you’d trusted your life with.

When you sat up, Wanda released your legs and was quick to gather your face in her hands, ignoring that you’d started to struggle again. “Silly thing, of course you know me. I’m Wanda.” You shook your head even with the firm grip she had and her patience was wearing thin. She’d worked hard to be a constant force in your dreams, comforting you even when she couldn’t physically be with you and you weren’t grateful in the slightest. Wanda always did so much for you, all she wanted was appreciation in return.

“N-No… she’s dead..” Those words hurt like no other; you hated having to say them, both to convince yourself and the new Wanda wiping your tears with her blackened fingertips. Wanda was gone and she wasn’t coming back— you’d spent months reminding yourself of that every day since Steve came to tell you of her fate. “You can’t be her because she’s not here anymore!”

You’d started crying again, overwhelmed by the truth and the impossibility of Wanda before you. She shushed you readily, too much like your Wanda had, and you only cried harder with how much you’d missed such comfort. None of it made sense, not when she kissed your forehead and certainly not when she started muttering explanations of the multiverse. Wanda had mentioned it to you in passing only; it was never something she had interest in. But this Wanda, wherever she came from, seemed well versed in the idea. She wasn’t your Wanda, but she was one who’d searched all over for you.

In any universe, Wanda loved you and that alone filled your heart with more love than you’d felt since the brunette last kissed you goodbye. “You have no idea what I had to do to find you. All this just for my darling girl.” Something about the way her voice darkened over that sentence sent a chill up your spine; you knew better than to ask what she’d done. The sudden way she’d approached you, the possessive way she was holding you now, warm but enough to ensure you couldn’t worm away, told you this Wanda was dangerous.

If your Wanda was here, she’d protect you from this threat, but she wasn’t.

Instead this Wanda was here, bargaining with you to trust her word after she’d made a mess of the lower level of the house you and Wanda built together. You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t…

But you missed her so terribly.

Wanda sensed your hesitation in both your thoughts and your body language. She’d wanted this to be easier, but she should’ve known she’d have to help you transition. Her poor baby wasn’t meant to think this hard anyways. No matter, it was an easy fix. “I’d never hurt you, I know you know that.”

You were nodding even though you weren’t fully sure, your head relaxing onto her shoulder before you knew what was going on. Your body felt heavy with sleep suddenly, anxieties ebbing in place of the overly familiar smell that was Wanda. “I missed you…”

“I’m sure you did, sweet thing, but it’s okay,” Wanda supported your weight easily, fingers twitching as she sorted through your thoughts. It’d be better for you both if she got rid of those pesky reservations now. Not everything, just enough to be manageable for tonight. “Mommy’s here now and I promise I’ll never leave you again.”

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ryloriee678999 · 1 year

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Troubled Paradise (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: After Wanda leaves you, you still have questions.

Warnings: angst, post-breakup, mentions of Wanda x Vision, arguing.

Every Time you saw her face, you felt a feeling you couldn't erase. You weren't sure if it was sadness or hate but it dug deep down in your chest at the thought of her.

The day Wanda told you that this relationship couldn’t work was the day everything started getting worse.

You knew Wanda was formerly married to an Avenger, you knew he had died and you knew about Westview. You helped her move on but moving on was hard especially when Vision came back. Suddenly the woman you were seeing had her husband again. Both of you were shocked but what shocked you more was that she picked him. Wanda broke it off with you explaining how she didn’t want to leave but had to. You were confused and sad but she didn’t give you much time to say what you wanted before she left crying.

It felt like your heart was broken but to make things worse, Wanda was throwing it in your face that you’d been replaced by Vision. You seethed every time Wanda talked about him around people. She spoke on and on about how he’s so amazing and does the sweetest things for her. When you saw them being affectionate you wanted to cry. She never did those things with you around others, she never spoke about you the way she spoke about Vision. It stung deeply in your chest being in the same building together knowing they’re happy. In your eyes she was so happy it didn't even seem like you two broke up. Whenever you’d been forced to be in the same room with her, she treated you like nothing ever happened. She waved and smiled and sometimes even talked to you about whatever topic the others were on. She didn't even see how much it hurt just speaking to you.

At night you thought about all the things you wanted to tell her. Your feelings felt suffocating and the urge to speak to Wanda only got stronger the more you kept thinking. It only took you a week after Wanda left you to finally reach your limit.

Quickly you tore off your blanket and threw on a zip-up hoodie. Looking at the time there was a possibility Wanda was in the kitchen so that’s where you went first.

As you walked closer, you could hear quiet humming coming from the woman. You knew she was in there but peeked in to check if anyone else was. At the sight of Wanda making tea alone, you walked in.

Wanda turned around when she heard your footsteps. She smiled slightly when you met eyes, “Hi,” she greeted.

“I need to talk to you,” you told her immediately.

Wanda looked up from her glass momentarily before continuing to stir her drink. “About what?” She questioned. Wanda already knew what it was about based on your composure but she tried ignoring it.

Right away you started. All the thoughts you had been thinking ever since the breakup spilt out of your mouth. “You just broke up with me without letting me have a say in anything. I know I can’t force you to be with me but can you at least think about someone else but yourself for once? I have feelings too, I don’t think you know that or you do and just don’t care, but I do.” You had rehearsed the lines in bed because you knew the moment you came up to her you would start to cry.

After a pause Wanda finally put down her drink and faced you. “Are we going to talk or are you going to keep yelling at me?” She asked patiently. You saw on Wanda’s face that she looked nervous but you didn't care as the tears that prickled at the side of your eyes started to fall.

“I have questions,” you said.

Wanda nodded knowingly, “Okay.”

“Tell me the truth, did you love me back?” You spoke slowly in order to keep your voice from wavering but it was getting harder to control. Instead of being angry like you wanted Wanda to see, all she could see was how badly her actions affected you. The guilt Wanda felt beforehand only increased due to your question. She was hurt you’d ask such a thing but she responded without hesitation. “Of course I did, I love you so much—“ she started.

“Are you happy?” you asked before she could finish.

“No.” She responded simply, not knowing if she should speak or not.

“Really? Because I see you so cheerful every day. You look so happy around everyone and I’m left to think ‘Why am I the only one hurt? Why don't you feel the same? Why do you look so much happier with him?”

Wanda couldn’t admit out loud that she wished it was different or that when she looked at him, all she was reminded of was you. You were speaking too fast for Wanda to find the right explanation so she waited until you were done.

“You don't love me, you don’t care. You got rid of me the second he showed up! What even was I to you? Someone to keep you company while you waited for him to come back?” Your rambling became incoherent as you began to cry. “I'm so angry at myself for letting this happen when I knew it was a bad idea. I knew it wouldn’t work– I knew it.”

Small whimpers left your mouth as you avoided eye contact, you hugged your arms to your chest and sniffled a few times. When it seemed you calmed down Wanda stepped forward. You felt her arms pull you into a hug but did nothing to stop it. All you could do was stand there slightly shaking as her warmth wrapped around you.

“You may regret this relationship but I don’t and I never will,” she said softly. “I want to be with you but It’s complicated, I’m married, I have- had kids with him.”

Wanda sighed into your hair as she tightened her hold. “I’m so sorry.”

At the moment you couldn’t feel bad for her. Your emotions only got stronger at her pathetic explanation. The way she hugged you and assured along with an excuse just made you angry. Suddenly you cleared your voice so she could hear your next words carefully. “Wanda?” You whispered as you looked up at her. She pulled back slightly to wipe the tears from your cheeks, “yes?” she replied in the same soft voice.

“Don’t bring me into your marriage again.”

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smalls-words · 2 years

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Healing Hands pt.3

Summary: Wanda sees what happens when she goes behind your back.

Warnings: fighting, backstory time, Wanda uses Agatha’s techniques. lmk if there’s anything else!

A/N: This is probably gonna be the last piece today :’(

pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii, pt. iv, pt. v, pt. vi

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You woke up in a daze, your body still fatigued but not as incredibly so as before. You shuffled through the house to be greeted by the sight of Wanda cooking eggs, your tired mind ignoring hers as you went outside.

The sun recharged your body and you decided to stay out there, stay away from the witch, even if your inner healer wanted to start again. You kept your eyes away from her as she conjured another porch chair, sitting on the other side of the door.

“How are you-”

“Don’t.” You interrupted.

Wanda turned to face you, watching how cold you looked. Your face held no emotion, but your body language did. It told her everything she needed to know, everything she already knew - you loathed her.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” She murmured, looking down at her marked hand.

“What did you do to me?”

Those same words echoed in your mind, but from last night. The fury behind them was terrifying, but you unfortunately knew that deep down, it wasn’t her fault, so your heart couldn’t blame her. “I’m sure Stephen told you.”

She froze. “What do you mean?”

You glared at her. “I feel every piece of energy in this cage, Scarlet Witch. I know you have America locked up downstairs, unconscious and in need of healing. I know you talked to Stephen because his astral form explained your fight to me in my dream. And I know what you truly seek.”

You stood, standing tall above her seated position as your anger surfaced. It was terrifying for the witch, the way your face was calm and yet your eyes flickered with angered power.

“You seek not to heal yourself. You seek to harm others to get what you want. You want your ‘boys’ from another universe? Okay, go for it. But you will hurt that Wanda Maximoff in the process. You will and have hurt America by trying to take her power. You will have hurt everyone in the process of claiming something that is not yours, was never yours, and never will be yours.”

You looked down at your hand and Wanda gasped, standing up abruptly. She grabbed your hand, throwing it into different positions to make sure she wasn’t seeing what she was seeing.

But the Darkhold was not deceiving her this time.

“And you will have hurt me, just as you’ve already done.” You muttered, pulling your blackened fingertips away from hers whilst you stormed away, slamming your bedroom door shut.

Wanda simply stood at the porch door, watching you as a tear fell down her cheeks. Why was everything going so wrong?

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You lay in your bed, no more energetic than this morning. Your body was in order, but your mind had been consumed with chaos, with her. Was this a trick? Was the magic that binded you together too much for you? Would you lose your mind before your intended goal was achieved?

A knock came at the door before it opened, a sniffling sound coming from the other side. You glared at Wanda as America came into your view too, the young girl tackling you in a hug whilst Wanda left.

“You’re alright, young one. There there, easy now.” You cooed, gently rocking her from side to side.

“It hurts, Master Healer.” She whined against your sleeve, tears soaking it.

“You do not have to call me that, little one. You may call me Y/N.” You assured her.

“Now, where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere. It’s like she’d torn me apart from the inside out and just… left me there to die.” She sobbed, but your inner spirit knew.

“Lift your shirt for me, America. Just to your belly button, alright?”

With your focus on America, you didn’t notice how Wanda was listening intently on the other side, her magic manipulating the door to become a one-way mirror. She watched you slowly tend to America, keeping her calm and collected whilst you chatted.

“Master Y/N?”

“Yes, America?” You replied, holding your hand over her stomach as you moved it fluidly and consistently like a shark’s tail.

“How did you become a healer? A-And is there a process to becoming a Master Healer? Can... Can I be a healer? Like you?” She asked you meekly, nerves causing her stutter.

She was in front of THE Master Healer - why wouldn’t she be nervous?

You took a deep breath. “Stephen wouldn’t tell you the process, would he?”

She shook her head. “He said I had to hear it from you. That only you could tell me.”

You nodded at the fact. “Are you sure? It is nothing short of a gruesome story, not to mention my past.”

Wanda’s interest peaked. She would finally learn how you were different from the other sorcerers, how you became a healer. She would learn what made you you, what made you special to her.

Maybe then she wouldn’t need you anymore.

“First, you must learn the difference between healers and regular sorcerers.” You stated, watching America’s chest rise and fall steadily as a good sign.

“Regular Sorcerers are humans that have harnessed the teachings of eldritch magic and utilised them to protect the world. Healers… once we become Healers, we are no longer human.”

“How come?” America murmured.

“We go through a series of spells cast by the Sorcerer Supreme to enhance our capabilities. Think of it like a pumpkin carving on Halloween - the spells carve out my insides, take away anything that’s unnecessary, and replace them with the ability to manipulate energy.”

“So… it’s painful?” She squeaked, getting a sense of your power acquirement.

You looked at the nervous girl, conflicted between telling her the truth or omitting it. “Are you sure you wish to know?”

She gave you a silent nod. Wanda nodded behind her magic, tempted to come in and sit but she knew you would not say a thing to her.

“Okay, here it goes.” You took a deep breath before you recalled the moments prior to your healer status.

“Yes. Incredibly so. It’s like your body is being subdued in a blazing fire and a pool of Arctic water at the same time. You don’t know which way is up because all you are focused on is the pain. Your bones snap, ligaments and tendons tear, blood vessels burst. Your organs begin to fail, your lungs begin to constrict. And then, for a brief moment, your heart stops. But your brain never fails, the pain never stops.”

Wanda watched as you tore the shoulders of your shirt very easily, stripping them off. She withheld her gasp, unlike America, who’s eye widened at what covered your arms.

“Then, when it feels like the pain is too much, your body begins to stitch itself back together. Your organs regenerate, your heart begins to beat again. Blue blood, enriched in energy, is pumped through your body, healing your bones, ligaments, tendons, everything. You’re tired, sure - I slept for five days afterwards - but you’re okay. Healers are cursed with the pain of every known injury, in order to be able to treat them all.”

You placed your hand back over America’s stomach and she eyed the blackened tips. “Are you reading the Darkhold too?”

You chuckled softly. “No no, I wouldn’t touch that book of my own volition. Healers are immune to the influence of dark magic because we are mostly made of energy, something the Darkhold cannot manipulate. But… my other patient isn’t immune.”

“Wanda.” America realised.

The witch faltered in her stance, the quietest creak coming from the floor beneath her. Her head lifted to see you looking at her, a sympathetic expression she knew you wouldn’t wear if you could see her.

“Yeah.” You sighed, removing your hand from America’s stomach before adjusting her shirt.

“You’re healed, dear.” You stated as your ripped shirt repaired itself.

America embraced you in a tight hug, a warm and accepting one, that you soon returned with a looser grip. “Thank you.” She murmured.

“You’re always welcome.” You kissed her forehead before she pulled away.

“I don’t want to go back out there. Please don’t make me.”

You cupped America’s cheek as tears fell, brushing them away gently. “Let me speak with Wanda first.”

You eyed the door and Wanda stepped back silently, floating away until you closed the door behind you. You spotted her in the kitchen, making lunch, and you stood across from her.

“You are not as sly as you think you may be.” You stated numbly.

“How come you didn’t die?” She asked, chopping the onions with a reddened dome around them.

“Did I mention my past?” You answered with a question, making her chopping falter.

“What happened?”

“Why would I tell you?”

She looked up at you, guilt eating at the darkness surrounding her heart. “I’d like to get to know you better, I guess.”

“Or you’ll just use it against me.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“And how can you be so sure of that?” You replied as she tipped the onions into the hot pan.

She didn’t answer that question. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Well, too late for that.” You held up your hand and you saw her eyes flick wider if but for a moment, darkness consuming all of your knuckles whilst touching the edge of your palm.

You watched her fret, her eyes darting between the pans as she tried to think. Suddenly, a blast of red magic came over the kitchen and everything disappeared, her breathing heavy as she looked at you.

The blast had done nothing to you, as far as she could tell.

Emotion - the kind she hadn’t felt in a long time - simmered behind her eyes, a stinging sensation building. “What point are you trying to make? Why are you getting harsher a-and meaner whilst I get nicer and warmer? Why are you so mean to me?!”

“Because I am taking your darkness from you, Wanda!” You bellowed.

She took a step back. “What?”

You scoffed. How did she not know? Did she truly learn nothing from that stupid book? “It is what a healer does! They take the pain, they take the hurt and the light, the order within, destroys it! But you have gone too far down your path to be redeemed, so I am forcing you to make a choice!”

You came towards her as tears pricked her eyes, your hand rising to her crown. “Continue and lose the one person who thinks you’re worthy of redemption…”

You lifted it slightly. “Or understand that I only wish to help you regain control of your life.”

Her heart ached for that feeling to return. “I don’t have control. I never have.” She murmured.

You took the crown off of her head before taking her hands and their black-tipped fingers. “Then let’s work together to control it. Okay? No more hurting people, no more running from your own reality. Let it go, Wanda.”

You watched as her face contorted, lips quivering as her hand opened. Your Slingy rested in her palm, looking as beautiful as your own magic.

“Take her back. Leave and never return. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” Her bottom lip quivered but she was thankful that the lump in her throat let her speak clearly.

You gave her a gentle nod and walked to your room, seeing America sitting calmly on the end of the bed before you smiled at her. With a flick of your wrist, a portal opened and you smiled at Stephen and Christine.

“Go with them.” You urged America, putting a hand out to silence Stephen whilst the young girl walked through the portal.

“Farewell, my friend.” You bowed to Stephen before closing the portal.

You walked back out of the room to see Wanda on her knees, tears streaming down her face before you knelt in front of her.

“Why didn’t you leave? Everybody leaves...” She sniffled quietly and you took her chin in your palm, watching her close her eyes before gently leaning into the touch.

“When I make promises, my dear, I intend on keeping them.” You kissed her forehead slowly, then holding her ear to your chest for her mind to focus on something other than pain.

“I need to return the Darkhold to Wong. Can you please summon it?” You murmured softly.

She nodded, moving away from the hug to summon the book. The dark spells tried to influence your mind, rope you in like it did Wanda, but a portal appeared behind it and you spotted Wong with another sorceress.

“Wong, Sara - I trust you will keep it safe.” You wrapped the book in a binding spell before handing it over through the portal.

“What are you doing?” Wong asked you gravely.

You looked down at Wanda, the woman having fallen asleep in your arms. You smiled at Wong, a peaceful smile he knew to be from your core. “I’m going to heal her shattered heart. Just like I promised.”

He hesitated before giving you a nod, closing the portal to bring silence to the small cabin. You stood with Wanda in your arms, bringing her to your bed to lie her down gently. You watched as her cloak disappeared, subconsciously replaced with a set of pyjamas, and you kissed her forehead.

“You’ll be okay.” You muttered, looking at your greying fingertips.

“Maybe tomorrow night will be a good place to start anew.”

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When Wanda woke in the morning, she almost had a panic attack when she didn’t recognise her dark room. Instead, it was yours - your green sheets, your lovely bright room, your scent on the pillow.

She brushed her hand across the pillow as something tickled her nose, seeing a lock of your hair now pinched between her fingers. Her mind flashed backwards a year, to a teaching she never thought she’d practice.

Her magic swirled around the strand of hair, stretching it taut as it became tinged with her magic.

“Y/N/N?!” A voice called out, albeit muffled, and she turned around to face it.

A younger you was resting underneath a tree, staring up at the full and bright moon. A cloak of primed leather rested around you like a shell of warmth, a woollen long-sleeve and leather vest covering your torso whilst a similar combination covered your legs.

“And there’s Heracles- ooh, there’s Capricornus!” You giggled to yourself, a smile coming to Wanda’s features.

She looked around as she tried to gauge what time period it was. Fire was the main source of light in the small village down the hill, small brick houses clumped together with no discernible organisation. Chimneys rose upwards as smoke billowed from almost every single one, her eyes dropping back down to you as more noise came.

“Y/N/N, there you are! Mama is worried!”

“Stop worrying, little sister. I’m fine.”

“Are you talking to the moon again?”

Wanda sat down on a log as she watched you converse with this little girl, presumably a younger sister. She was lively, bright, energetic - almost the opposite of you. You sat and listened to her intently, nodding along and replying gently at times.

“Oh, I almost forgot! Mama’s dinner is almost ready!”

You stood with her as she dragged you down the hill, the world shifting for Wanda until she came to the outside of your small house. She was just in time to see you racing your little sister inside, letting her win and gloat as your Mama dished up your dinner.

“Enjoy, my sweet ones.” She kissed your foreheads.

As you were about to take a mouthful of the stew, a loud ruckus came from beyond the front door. Wanda stepped through the wall just as your mother opened the door, a few men at her doorstep.

“Good evening, ma’am. We’re just passing through, checking for witches. May we enter?”

She nodded and let them in, eyeing both you and your sister. You both lifted your heads, greeting them formally, before they sat down opposite you both.

“Now, I want you to focus on this little stick, okay? Focus as much as you can.” The main man looked at your sister as he placed the stick in the centre of the table.

“Okay!” She smiled.

Wanda’s mind was racing to understand what was going on.

Your sister focused intently on the stick, but nothing happened. She looked almost constipated, her entire body shaking until she released her held breath.

“Nothing happened!” She complained, but the man put a hand up to her.

“That’s good, little one. Now, how about you?”

She watched your eyes, those precious young eyes, as they fell onto the stick. A small glow of yellow came from your hands, which were hidden underneath your cloak, and the stick did nothing.

But the men caught on fire.

“Witch! Witch! Get the stake, ready the fire!” The men wailed as they burned to death within your house.

You bolted and Wanda followed behind you, your sister on your shoulders as you raced back up the mountain. She closed her eyes before reopening them, back at the top as she watched you run up.

“Come on, come on, come on.” She muttered to herself, but there was nothing she could do.

This was just a memory.

The small village had torches and firewood ready as they chased you both up to the top, your eyes wild as you spotted the frozen lake. You placed one bare foot on it, not hearing a single crack or shift, before you began to speed across it.

Wanda simply walked, the ice not affecting her.

Soon enough, the vast lake was surrounded by the villagers. Every one either had firewood, a torch, a pitchfork or a combination of the three.

“Leave the girl alone, you stupid witch!”

“BURN!”

“Dark magic! You poisonous creature!”

“No wonder we’ve had three harsh winters in a row!”

Tears were streaming down your little face, your sister clutching tightly to your waist. Several of the villagers were beginning to slide across the ice.

Cracks began to echo.

You looked down at the ice beneath you, lines of cracks spreading from the villagers to you. Their weight was going to be your downfall.

You turned to your sister and kissed her forehead, giving her the tightest hug your small body could muster. “I love you. Always.”

Wanda’s heart cracked as you kneeled down, swept her off of her feet and slid her across the ice as somebody threw a bottle that shattered at your feet. You looked up and Wanda wished it wasn’t a memory as a torch landed in the puddle of liquid.

Fire consumed your clothing before the ice beneath you gave way, the villagers cheering about ‘the witch is dead’. Wanda was able to drop beneath the ice, watching the flames dissipate whilst you began to sink to the bottom of the lake.

A knock from the bedroom door had her eyes truly open, her magic knowing you stood behind it.

“Wanda? Are you awake?” You asked gently.

Wanda looked down at the single strand of hair, then you. Then the hair, and then you again.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m awake.” She replied.

“Okay. I made some eggs on toast if you’d like.”

She heard your footsteps recede and she gently placed the hair in a pocket dimension, a promise to return to it when the time was right.

She stepped out of the room and saw you humming softly to yourself, but a change had occurred. You were no longer wearing long-sleeved shirts - there was no point, given that Wanda had already seen your scars.

But the vastness of them was something she’d yet to wrap her head around.

She thought someone had given a thousand children a rock and asked them to draw a small line on your body. Some were thin, some were thick, but they were all visible. What was also visible was your muscular shape, no doubt formed from the teachings of Kamar-Taj.

“A picture will last longer, Ms Maximoff.” You muttered over your shoulder, watching as she stepped closer to eat her breakfast.

Before she took a bite, she cut off a piece and offered it to you. You shook your head, but the deafening silence and her unwavering fork made you sigh before taking the bite.

“Thank you.” You stated after swallowing.

Wanda looked at what you were focused on - your small notepad, with a seemingly endless amount of pages. You were muttering softly to yourself in a language she could only assume was Healeon since her mind did not translate it.

“When you’re finished, please come outside.” You asked, tucking your notepad into its pocket dimension.

Wanda watched you walk, her eyes drifting down to your legs to see some smaller scars, yet they were more… methodical. Whichever spiritual child thought it’d be funny to ‘tally’ you up would face Wanda’s wrath.

After finishing her breakfast, Wanda made her way outside. It was truly beautiful and she felt guilty for not letting you explore on that first day. It had put a dampener on your soul, she could see it now.

“I’m sorry for keeping you here like a pet.” She muttered as she sat down.

“You’re really quite amazing.”

You thanked her with a silent nod before you stretched out your hand. Wanda hesitated, looking at her left hand as the blue swirls lit up the closer you got to her.

“Relax, Wanda.” You took her hand gently and she felt a rush of warmth.

Was this what the Darkhold was hiding from her? It told her that you were going to poison her, bar her from finding her children.

She could already see how wrong that first statement was.

Your eyes flickered with your crystalline hue and Wanda watched the swirls on her arm glow the further they moved up. Eventually, a warmth blossomed in her chest and she felt part of the weight on her shoulders dissipate.

“Whoa.” She took her hand away from you.

“What was that?”

“Since you wouldn’t let me take away your parental pain last time, I took it just then.” You puffed, giving her a soft smile before you sank into your chair.

“Is that it for today?” She asked.

“Yup. I’ll need to recharge for the week if we want to tackle your next pain.”

*Brotherly.* She remembered, the pain trickling back over her.

She missed her brother. The pain was duller than it used to be, but the reminder a year ago felt wrong - Agatha violated her mind, manipulated her into thinking her family was whole again, only for it all to be lost.

She missed his smile, his laugh, his personality. How he would make her laugh whenever she needed it, how he would sacrifice his meal if she didn’t have one. The way he would step in front of her when they met bad people on the street, when they met Strucker and Ultron. He was her protector, even when he knew she was more powerful.

“Is there anything you’d like to talk about?” You gently nudged her with the tip of your finger.

She eyed the grey tinge on both of your hands, suddenly becoming wary. “No… Why do you ask?”

You looked out onto the lake. “Your spirit is off. I don’t know if it’s because we removed the Darkhold from the equation, but how are you feeling otherwise?”

She didn’t know what to tell you. How was she going to explain that she’d watched you get chased by your village? How she knew about your past, one that she could only assume was the Salem Witch Trials? How she’d used a lock of hair to invade your memories?

“I don’t know.” She murmured, letting her head rest on her hand.

You nodded. “Not knowing is valid. There are just some emotions that we are incapable of explaining.”

She hummed in agreement, a few minutes passing before she heard your breathing level out. She looked over at you, peace upon your brows as you slept. The cut on your forehead had healed, leaving behind a small mark she could see with her magic. She then looked down at her hands, her memories flashing as she remembered the amount of ways she’d hurt you in such a short span of time.

She had hurt you so much. Belittled you, beaten you, poisoned you. So there was only one question she wished to ask when you woke.

Why did you insist on staying with her?

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wandabear · 2 years

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COME UNDONE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f! reader

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 & 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 finale

Warning on this chapter: Just... don’t cry, ok? I can hug you if you want. Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane.

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Wanda went through the automatic door of that building, a bit curious looking for the reception, where she found a nurse typing quickly on her computer. A lovely woman in her sixties maybe. It wasn't the first time went to that hospital, but it was the first time she visited someone who was working there. ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ “Excuse me... Good morning, ma'am. I would like to know where Doctor Y/N Y/L/N is.” Wanda asked kindly, adjusting that dark plaid jacket, she felt a little shy and worried. The smell of that jacket used to relax her but now it had lost its scent and that sometimes made her feel homesick. Her scent.

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“Good morning, miss. Are you a patient?” The woman smiled sweetly and took off her glasses.

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“Oh, no, no… I just…” Wanda stammered a little shy at the woman's gaze. The redhead decided to open her bag and show her two lunch boxes with homemade food; biting her lower lip Wanda said: “She forgot this at home, I wanted her to eat healthier and better, but I...”

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“Oh, honey! Don't worry, I thought you were a patient!” The nurse giggled. “I didn't know Y/N was married. She’s in the break room, take this hallway and go up to the 3rd floor. You will see that there’s a small room called 28-B.” Nurse Wilson pointed to the hallway to her left.

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“I... we are not… we don't...” The babbling got worse but Wanda decided to shut up, it was better that she think that and let her pass. “Thank you very much, Nurse...” she read her name stitched on the nurse robe. “Wilson.”

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“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. Call me Nancy.”

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Wanda smiled at that kind woman and decided to move forward, following the exact instructions the nurse gave her. She looked around the room curiously, noticing how doctors came and went quickly, some patients were resting and other people were drinking coffee in the waiting room. Many people considered hospitals an awful place, others considered it places where some good things could happen, like the birth of her twins.

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It took maybe a couple of minutes to reach the third floor since the place seemed to be a maze.

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“She said 28-B…” Wanda whispered, finding that room after a while.

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The redhead knocked the door and waited a moment but no one answered. A little embarrassed, Wanda looked down and knocked again until the door opened revealing a somewhat confused brunette, with messy clothes as well as her hair.

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“Am I still- … Wanda?” Y/N said with a frown.

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“I… I thought… the nurse sent me here and…” Wanda stammered, noticing the brunette's messy clothes. She was about to leave when Y/N took her arm, pulling her into the room and closing it behind her. Wanda opened her lips ready to complain but she noticed that the room was empty. Only had a bed, a sofa, a small table to eat, a coffee maker and a microwave.

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“I thought that…”

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“I was sleeping.” Y/N yawned and tied her hair in a ponytail. “We use this room to rest sometimes... This isn't Grey's Anatomy, Wanda.” She teased Wanda, noticing how the redhead smiled embarrassed. Y/N became aware of her presence a few moments later. Her brain started working after an hour's sleep. “What are you doing here?”

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“I'm sorry, I didn’t want to bother.” Wanda bit her lower lip and pulled two lunch boxes out of her bag, setting them on the table. “I just wanted to get you something to eat. The other day you said that you don't eat very well here and… I made a lot today and I thought: maybe I could take something to her.”

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Y/N narrowed her eyes, amused. “Did you drove all the way from your home to come here just to bring me food?"

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“I stopped by to visit Natasha and it was very close.” Wanda defended herself as they both sat down at the table. "It's part of thanking you for letting us stay the other day."

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“Thank you. The truth is that I have not eaten anything, I managed to sleep at least an hour.” The brunette yawned again and rubbed her eyes, trying to open her lunch box. “What is this?”

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Wanda didn't answer, she just watched as the doctor took one of the forks and tasted a bit of that delicious dish. With a proud smile, the Sokovian saw how Y/N seemed to love that dish because she kept eating.

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“This is delicious, Wanda! What is it?” she asked her before taking another bite of the chicken piece. She closed her eyes, enjoying the delicious warm taste. It had been a long time since she had eaten ate something that didn't have to be microwaved.

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“It's Chicken Paprikash.” The redhead smiled proudly and took her lunch box, she accompanied Y/N to eat. And the truth is that even Wanda could admit that the chicken was delicious. “It's a dish that I really love and-"

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“And the kids love it, your mother loved to cook it for you and Pietro in Sokovia.” Y/N responded, knowing that story very well. She smiled slightly, remembering when Wanda shared that memory after one of those passionate nights.

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“How do you know that?” The redhead frowned.

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“You told me that once.” Y/N scrunched her nose and continued to eat. “Sometimes it doesn't seem like it but I used to like listening to you. Ugh, this is sooo good.”

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Wanda didn't say anything, she just watched as Y/N happily ate that dish. But something in her words made her heart pound and it was that Y/N had always listened to her, she had always paid attention to her stories, her dreams and memories. How come she never noticed? Or rather, how could she be so stupid to ignore her?

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“So…” Wanda began making Y/N to look up at her. “Nat said that on Friday she was going to have this small meeting in a bar, one that you know.”

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“Oh, yeah. She told me it was a kind of welcome for everyone.” The brunette nodded and brought the last piece of chicken to her lips, feeling the warmth in her belly. Her body seemed to recover the strength she needed, the food and even that hour had an effect on Y/N’s mood. And sure she would never admit that the redhead's presence helped a bit.

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“Are you going…?” Wanda asked curiously, trying to look disinterested.

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“Sure, I have the friday off.” Y/N shrugged. “Why?”

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“I just wanted to know…” Wanda looked down to finish her food.

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The brunette wiped her lips with a napkin and was about to ask something else when the break room door opened. A girl in her thirties, dark hair and pale skin peeked out, curious and smiling.

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“Y/N! I'm sorry, Nancy told me you were having lunch with your wifey, but Dr. Palmer needs you in the ER. Apparently it's a pretty serious car crash, there are SOOO many injuries. Broken bones everywhere!” The girl was fangirling so excited, she was one of the new girls who had just started doing her internship in that place. So any such situation was exciting for them, away from the flu and 'boring' things. Sometimes Y/N had to remind them that they were helping people.

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Y/N winced and nodded to Wanda so the girl, named Jules, wouldn't go on with her exciting descriptions of broken bones and blood.

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“Oh, sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N. I have to take her, but nice to meet you!” Jules apologized before leaving, Y/N had her mouth open, completely embarrassed.

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“I'm so sorry about that, Wanda, I don't know where she get that you and I... eh... I... have to go.” Y/N stammered, getting up from her seat. The brunette’s ears were completely red from the blush. Why had that girl thought she was her wife? Surely Wanda would be embarrassed too. Y/N gently squeezed the redhead's shoulder.

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“I understand perfectly, it's your job.” Wanda got up with a cute smile and took the lunch boxes to put them away. “See you at the bar on friday then.”

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“Yeah, sure.” Y/N was about to leave but then she turned around for a few seconds, a little confused and curious. “Wait, that’s my… is that my old jacket?”

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“Y/L/N, let's gooo!” Jules called out of the room.

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Friday had come faster than expected. Wanda was excited, she looked at herself in the mirror one last time before leaving her house. She felt pretty, it felt good. She let her hair down and was wearing jeans and a shirt that made her perfect body look so good. She wanted to look sexy and attractive, rather than that 'soccer mom' look she always had.

The twins were with Vision, he insisted that he could take care of them all week and although Wanda was about to complain, the man spent years without them so she allowed him to keep them all week, only if they call her every day.

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Wanda arrived on time, smiling as she saw Natasha waving at her from one of the back tables. She walked over to her friend, noticing the presence of not only Nat but also Yelena, her girlfriend Kate, and a man she didn't know.

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“Wands, you made it!” Natasha smiled and greeted her friend pointing to the seat next to her. “You look amazing. Oh, by the way, Wanda, this is Bucky, he's my partner and friend.”

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Both greeted each other kindly, although they didn't know each other, Natasha told Bucky a lot about Wanda. They all seemed to be having a good time, chatting about what happened in their lives. Although Yelena was still really upset with Wanda, Y/N told her that things were between them and she shouldn't interfere.

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Although the blonde could notice how Wanda seemed to watch the door every so often, as if she expected someone to come in soon. Shaking her head, Yelena decided to say nothing and drink her beer.

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“Where’s Y/N?” Kate asked frowning, coming back from the bar with many beers for everyone. Natasha took her phone, ready to write to the brunette to ask why the hell she wasn't there when a few steps and a voice caught everyone's attention.

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“I'm here, stop missing me.” Y/N smiled taking a seat next to Kate. “I had an amazing but really complex surgery today that took longer than I expected. I didn't do it, of course, I had to help.”

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The brunette greeted everyone, including Wanda, who seemed to have her soul back when she saw Y/N. Her eyes sparkled at how beautiful she looked. She was wearing that leather jacket but also a T-shirt with some rock band and dark jeans. She looked so…beautiful and sexy. A bit of a rebel, she wasn't going to deny it.

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Despite Wanda's constant crush, they all had a nice chat that lasted for a long time and many beers. They laughed and enjoyed the good music, a kind of mix of the 80's and 90's. Yelena was the one who made them laugh the most, with that thick accent and grumpy tone but that changed instantly when Kate said something to her, becoming a lovesick puppy.

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“Ow, look at the lovebirds! So cuteeee!” Y/N teased.

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“Shut up, you’re just jealous!” Yelena threw a small peanut at her friend.

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“Poor Bucky, he's surrounded by crazy women.” Kate said with a side smile, noticing how the man just shrugged.

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“I am happy if you are happy. I’m your guy.”

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“Steve hasn't answered you yet?” Y/N asked, curious. Out of the corner of her eye she could see how Wanda was looking at her but Y/N just avoided her, somewhat uncomfortable.

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“Can we not talk about it?” Bucky grimaced and took a long sip of his beer. Natasha and Y/N knew perfectly well what was happening but they decided to keep quiet about it and looked for another topic to talk about. The blue-eyed man turned for a moment to look at the bar and seeing a familiar face, he smiled sideways.

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“Dude, Leigh won't stop looking at you.” Bucky teased, getting a little nudge from Natasha.

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“Who’s Leigh?” Wanda frowned, she didn't seem to be the only one who wanted to know, Yelena and Kate also seemed curious.

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“Is that Leigh?” Nat leaned in to see her, trying not to be obvious. “Wow, she looks good today. She did something to her hair? Bangs maybe? Looks good.”

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Y/N just sighed and avoided looking at her, taking the beer Kate gave her. “Yeah.”

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“Hello. Who’s Leigh?” Yelena asked, frowning at her curiously. Wanda was grateful that someone else was interested in it because in addition to curiosity, she felt a huge jab in her stomach. Jealousy. Kate, Yelena and Wanda leaned over to see this 'Leigh'.

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A woman in her thirties, brown hair, somewhat wild bangs in a pony tail. She was wearing a charming and hot black dress revealing part of her cleavage. She talked pleasantly with her Friends in the bar counter.

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“She's hot.” Kate shrugged. “It looks familiar to me, have we seen her before?”

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“Yes, moya lyubov, she is beautiful… I like her dress.” Yelena nodded at her girlfriend.

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Almost as if the woman sensed that she had many eyes on her, Leigh turned to see Y/N and smiled, greeting her with a small nod to which Y/N responded by raising her beer.

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“She's looking at you, dude.” Natasha smiled playfully, turning her gaze back to her beer.

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“Is that your girlfriend, Teddybear?” Yelena smirked, poking the side of Y/N's belly.

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“Of course not!” Y/N exclaimed a bit annoyed.

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“Because neither of them want to.” Bucky clarified, receiving a glare from her friend.

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“Whenever we come over and Leigh is here, Y/N ends up leaving with her.” Natasha added. “It doesn't matter if some other woman hit on Y/N/N, she always ends up with Leigh.”

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“That’s not true.” Y/N growled.

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“Dude, she's hot. Just do it.”

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“She's... good.” The brunette shrugged and decided to drink her beer.

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“If this Leigh likes you so much, why aren't you both are anything yet?” Yelena arched an eyebrow.

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“Because neither of us wants that. We just have sex, and that's all we both want.” Y/N clarified, fed up with that subject. “Let's talk about why Bucky is not capable of having romantic relationships and lives alone with his cat.”

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“Hey!” Bucky frowned.

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“Leave Alpine out of this. She’s a lovely cat.” Natasha supported the man. “The Winter Soldier is not ready to talk about his feelings. So... you do admit that there’s something, a deal between Leigh and you.”

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“Shut up!”

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Wanda listened to the entire conversation in silence, clenching her jaw every time this Leigh was mentioned. Was she pretty? Maybe, she seemed like a nice average woman. Y/N deserved so much more than that. Besides, how dare she look at her in such a lewd way? A promiscuous look that made Wanda disgusted.

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They all moved on to another topic, specifically focusing on Natasha's personal life when Y/N received a notification.

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‘This bar sucks tonight. Do you want to go to my place or yours?’ received from Leigh.

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Y/N smiled slightly and gave a quick –and rather obvious– answer to that question. The brunette apologized to her friends, excusing herself that she had to go to the bathroom. Y/N was thankful that there was no one on it, it took maybe a few minutes but when she went back, she bumped with a woman leaning against the door. Wanda crossed her arms and had a look that could destroy the entire universe.

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“What's going on?” The brunette asked as she washed her hands.

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“Who’s that woman?” Wanda frowned, clearly annoyed.

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“What do you care?”

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“I care, because you're going to sleep with her.”

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“So what?” Y/N shrugged.

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“You can’t.” Wanda exclaimed in surprise at Y/N's response and at her attitude. How could she treat her like that? How could she change so much? Stop being that adorable girl who brought her flowers and tried to win her over and over again. Now it was this woman who completely ignored her.

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“…I can’t?” Y/N let out a wry laugh. “Wanda, I can do whatever the hell I want. You’re no one to tell me what I can or cannot do!”

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“You love me.” Wanda pointed at her. “You know… you feel it, because I can feel it too.”

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Y/N rolled her eyes and was about to leave when Wanda pushed her again, standing in front of her.

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“I can feel how you get when I'm near, even if you want to be tough. To look tough.” She rested her hands on Y/N's chest, bringing her lips closer to each other's. She would have bet Y/N's heart was beating as hard as her own. “Remember when you used to fuck me? So sweet and then so hard. You made love to me in such an adorable and then a really passionate way.”

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“And you loved it.” Y/N dared to answer.

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“So much…”

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“You used to repeat it over and over…remember? My name on your lips.” Y/N whispered against her lips and Wanda finally smiled, as if she had achieved what she wanted so badly. Starting feel her breath hitch and the heat in her body increase. Y/N managed to make her wet with ease. Y/N's hands on her hips drove her against the wall, making Wanda groan, that was such a possessive way.

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Y/N brushed her lips, leaving Wanda completely mesmerized.

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“But you chose your ex-husband, and you threw me away like I'm trash that no longer serves you… I'm not your fucking toy anymore.” Y/N finally said against her lips before walking away from her, winning that situation and playing Wanda's own game. “I'm sick of your damn games, Maximoff. I don't want to be with you. Just get the idea of that.”

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Y/N left the bathroom leaving Wanda completely shocked and somewhat agitated. Her legs were still trembling because of desire. But in addition to the desire, she was now filled with the overwhelming need to cry. The anguish began to drown her deeply, the earth seemed to take her and devour her little by little and she wished her with all her heart for that to happen.

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The sokovian swallowed hard but couldn't help letting out a small sob, walking quickly to wash her face. She wanted to hide, wanted to scream and wanted to turn back time to fix all the mistakes she made. But Wanda knew that everything had to be paid for, and she was doing it because she was a coward.

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Y/N went back to her friends just to get her phone. She noticed that Yelena, Kate and Bucky were playing Pool and only Natasha was in their seats.

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“Okay, I have to go…” The brunette didn't say much, just leaving a few dollars to cover the beers.

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“Where are you going?” Natasha frowned at her, curious. She noticed that Y/N wasn't there and neither was Wanda. Although the relationship between the two was something Natasha had known for years, she now understood things better. Listening to Y/N but also Wanda now and not just one of them was good. The 'widow' wasn't going to deny that if she had known about this when it started, it would have been a bit weird but she would always wanted her friends to be happy. Now that they were two grown women... she just wanted them both to be okay.

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“I'm tired, I want to rest.” Y/N shrugged.

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Natasha just nodded but then watched as Leigh walked towards the door, leaving the bar. “You bitch! You're going to sleep with her!”

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“I didn't say that.” Y/N said as she walked away. “I'll see you later!”

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“WE KNEW IT!” Natasha said out loud, but Y/N only showed her middle finger before leaving the bar with Leigh, without realizing that among the people, a green-eyed redhead was watching her with absolute sadness.

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Y/N's lips drowned out the moans of pleasure from that gorgeous woman, who had just reached orgasm in the most pleasant way she had ever felt. When she opened her eyes again, Leigh's eyes met hers but far from making the moment tense or romantic, they both just smiled and made themselves comfortable on the bed. One next to the other to be able to rest after that long night. Every time they had sex it was the same: they had really good sex, they rested abit, talked about stuff, sometimes drank coffee and then had sex again. Y/N left although when it was too late Leigh allowed her to stay and leave in the morning. Without any kind of commitment, always.

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Y/N reached for her phone while Leigh lit a cigarette, sitting up against the edge of the bed. The doctor just sighed as she read her new messages, some little teasings from her friends in the groupchat saying ‘leaving us but we support you’ and stuff like that. Another from the Hospital group but the last two were the ones that made her wince.

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‘Did you really sleep with her?’

from Wanda. Received three hours ago.

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‘You slept with her. You fucked her! I can’t believe it.’

from Wanda. Received an hour ago.

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Completely stunned by everything that had happened, Y/N brought her hands up to her face to caress it slowly, trying to clear her mind of it again. She came with Leigh to forget everything about Wanda but after sex, the problems came again. Haunting her.

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“Are you okay?” Leigh asked curiously and somewhat worried.

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“Yeah. Just…” Y/N sighed and she lay down so she could see the ceiling. The only one she could talk to about such things sometimes was Leigh, and even though they usually had casual sex, they sometimes listened to each other. “Things with Wanda are getting complicated. I thought maybe we could have a tiny friendship, but... she keeps showing up. And I don’t know what to do. Today she was in the bar and she came to the bathroom and tried to kiss me and demand why I was sleeping with another woman...”

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“No way.” She opened her eyes big in surprise. “The hot redhead was Wanda? THE ‘Wanda’?” Leigh noticed how Y/N nod slowly and smiled. “Wow. I didn't know! She's hot tho. It must be so complex for you, having to face that now.”

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The brunette just shrugged. “Kinda…”

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“I understand you. I haven't faced Aiden yet.” Leigh inhaled the cigarette smoke and slowly released it, in a very sexy way. “She wants to be with me but I don't know… I don't know how. My ex-husband left me so… terrified. I don't know how I can go on without having the image of him haunting me. My husband, who had depression and left me being a gloomy widow, tried to cheat on me before he died… And then I meet someone who’s worth it and I make her suffer, but I love her… but I don't know how to be with her without destroying her. And I don't know how to live without her now that she's back. I'm telling you because... maybe I understand both of you, a little. You... and Wanda.”

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“I know... I'm sorry about that. Everything is so confusing.” Y/N sighed and looked down at her. “You should try… give her a chance. She looks like a nice girl and she loves you, Leigh.”

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“I know, I love her too, but I don't know how to do it without fearing getting hurt again…” Leigh watched the brunette for a moment and then turned her gaze to the front, covering her naked body. “And I think it's the same thing that happens to you. I would like to tell you to give Wanda a chance, but it would be very hypocrite of me. I don't think we're ready to face our people right now, Y/N.”

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The brown-eyed girl lowered her gaze and remained thoughtful, enjoying the silence of that room.

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A week passed since Wanda and Y/N argued and ended that "relationship" between the two. Yelena was the only one who knew the whole truth, but Y/N made her promise not to say anything and although it was difficult for her not to want to kill Wanda, the blonde accepted. The worst part was that Natasha invited everyone to dinner at her home that Saturday night. Apparently the 'Widow' was happy and she wanted to celebrate with her friends that she had been promoted to Detective. Soon they would assign her a partner.

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Y/N spent the entire afternoon with Yelena and Natasha cleaning the house. ㅤㅤㅤ “What time will Kate arrive?” Y/N asked as she sighed, flopping down on the couch a little tired.

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“After she got off work, it seemed her mom wanted to tell her something. I don’t know what.” Yelena shrugged, sitting on the single sofa. She noticed how Y/N moved her foot, a bit anxious and she knew what it was, so she went for a beer and gave it to her friend. “How do you feel?”

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“Like it was the best day of my life.” Y/N winced. She opened the beer and took a sip.

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The doorbell rang and Y/N closed her eyes, knowing it was her and it was time to face her. Natasha went down the stairs and walked towards the door, finally opening it letting Wanda and the twins in. Two adorable twins who were smiling broadly, happy to see her aunt.

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“Auntie Nat!” They both exclaimed as always. The redhead hugged her nephews and then her best friend, explaining that dinner was in the oven and that if they wanted, they could stay with her in the kitchen so they could chat about some stuff. Wanda greeted Yelena and Y/N with a little hello, avoiding seeing them too much, she headed straight to the kitchen.

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Y/N sighed and watched as Yelena asked the boys if they wanted to watch TV or play a video game while she went to get them something to drink and a snack. Yelena had always had a soft spot for kids. When the three of them were left alone, Y/N noticed how the boys seemed a little shy so she smiled at them.

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“Hey guys. How are you?”

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“Good!” They answered at the same time, smiling, making Y/N laugh. The brunette put her phone aside without realizing that she started a battle in it, making the typical sounds of that video game.

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“Are you playing video games?” Billy came over first, sitting down next to her. Y/N moved to make room for him and watched Billy with some tenderness. He seemed to be the most shy and lovable little boy while Tommy seemed like a lovable rascal.

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“Yeah, do you know this one?” Y/N asked them, noticing how Tommy was now sitting on the left side next to her.

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“Clash Royale...” Tommy read, somewhat curious. They both shook their heads. “What you have to do?”

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“Well...” The brunette began to explain and noticed that both twins seemed much more comfortable with her now. “You have these characters, and you choose eight of them, they are like cards that you choose and the character goes into battle. See? It’s like its your little band of heroes…”

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“Like the Avengers?” Billy asked curiously and Y/N giggled.

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“Yeah, something like that but medieval. Medieval Avengers, but you don't fight enemies. It's just other people protecting their towers.” Y/N smiled tenderly and gently boop the boy's nose, making him smile. “So you choose your eight and form this group, I have mine here. Look… we are going into a battle and now we must take down that tower, or all three.”

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“I like that one!” Tommy said pointing to one called ‘Bandit', she was super fast and had silver hair like his uncle Pietro, while Billy had chosen the 'Valkyrie' saying that she was red-haired and strong like his mom.

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The three of them played some battles, laughing, cheering when one of them won.

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“You're so cool, Y/N!” Billy smiled as he watched Yelena brought out some snacks. "Auntie Yelena!"

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“What are you rascals doing?” The blonde leaned over to see what they were playing. “Oh, that damn game. Y/N got me addicted and I almost failed a final test because of it.”

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“It was your fault, not mine. This game is to clear your head, not to laze around… ” The brunette grabbed one of the cushions and threw it at her friend who dodged it. The children laughed as they watched Yelena go back to the kitchen to bring grapefruit juice for the children. The three of them played that game until Wanda came out of the kitchen, watching the situation for a moment.

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An enormous fear caused a shiver in the back of the redhead, that image was too much for her.

For a second, she felt her heart completely melt at the sight of her children laughing and cheering alongside Y/N, they seemed to adore her when they barely knew her, and the brunette seemed to have no bad time at all. Y/N looked at them tenderly and made them laugh.

And that was terrifying for Wanda. Her children having a good time and making a bond with the person she didn't want to have near, who she had been sleeping for months and rejected a week ago. That woman, for whom Wanda began to have feelings but had to bury.

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“Boys, what are you doing?” Wanda frowned at them, approaching to see what was happening. The trio looked at Wanda, as if they were three adorable happy puppies.

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“We are with Y/N, mom. She’s sooo cool!” Billy's eyes sparkled.

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“We’re playing ‘Clash Royale’ and we beat three people in the world three times!” Tommy cheered, getting up on the sofa to celebrate with his brother but soon Wanda scolded him, telling him to sit down.

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Y/N didn't say anything, she felt like a scolded puppy keeping quiet because she could feel Wanda's eyes on her. She broke a deal, crossed a line. Wanda told her since they met that there would be no contact with her children, so that wouldn't hurt them. But this time it wasn't her fault. She just was at her best friend's house.

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“Can I speak with you?” asked Wanda nodding head to one of the rooms in the house where they could talk quietly.

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“Yeah, sure.” Y/N sighed and apologized to the boys, allowing them to continue playing the game.

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The brunette climbed the stairs in silence, following Wanda until they reached one of the rooms. Natasha's room. Wanda closed the door and turned on her heels, she didn't need to say much, the green eyes said it all.

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“Wanda…”

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“Listen to me a damn minute, Y/N.” The redhead started but was stopped by the woman.

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“I didn’t seek to speak with them, I swear to you. They just came up to me.” Y/N stepped forward, knowing the redhead would have reason to scold her.

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Wanda shook her head and exhaled. Maybe she was exaggerating, they were at a dinner for a mutual friend. Nothing else.

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“Actually I wanted to talk to you too.” The brunette licked her lips and sought courage in her entire body to be able to do what she wanted. She swallowed hard and searched for the object in the pockets of the jacket. Y/N found a small scarlet box with a bow. “I know that things between us ended badly, but I don't want them to end in such a hostile way.”

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Wanda didn't say anything, just looked away and crossed her arms. She would have to reject Y/N again and it was getting harder and harder, especially when Y/N was looking at her like that. Her legs shaking, everything in her world was trembling. Wanda's big eyes widened even more when she saw that box.

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“What? OH! No, it's not a… it's not a proposal! God, no. I just… I made this for you.” The brunette noticed how Wanda didn't take the box so she decided to open it herself, taking out a small object from it. It was a white and red cassette, with a sticker that said ‘B-SIDES for you'. “Well, it's not a big deal, but it's… You see… I love eighties and nineties music, and I always believed that cassettes have so much history, it has that thing that is so important to me, you know? I mean… you have an A-side and a B-side, and…”

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Y/N swallowed hard again, explaining as she handed the box to Wanda who, this time, took the cassette in her hands. The redhead watched that object completely surprised, somewhat moved.

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“I think the best songs come on the B-side, because everyone expects the A-side. You know, the best-known ones.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “But… here are the songs they are on B-side, and some of them that just make me think of you. The most beautiful songs I have ever heard and… they are for you. Because they're as special as you are, and I think… No, I believe that although everyone is looking for a unique song on Side-A like you… I found you, on Side-B. Where I least expected, where I least looked, I found you. And I fell in love with you in the way I least expected. I’m not an A-side song like you… but I’m a good B-side song. Which can make you happy. ”

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Wanda was quiet, noticing that the cassette had a sticker attached to it. A kind of code for an app.

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“Yeah, that... if you don't want to listen to it the old-fashioned way, here's the playlist code. I made it in this app called Spotify, where you can listen to music and well… with this code?” Y/N looked for her phone but she forgot that she left it with the kids so she just sighed. Wanda's gaze stayed on the brunette, who seemed to be babbling in the most adorable way possible. “You see, you should take your phone and scan it and...”

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“This is childish.” Wanda finally interrupted her, taking up enough courage to stop her. Lying. “I don't need such a childish love.”

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That had been as painful for her as it had been for Y/N, but it was for the best. Wanda told herself and convinced herself that it was the best way to stop everything. Breaking that girl's heart so that she wouldn't have any illusions with her again. She couldn't expect Y/N to leave her life to raise two children by her side, she couldn't expect her children to get used to a new life with her mother and her 'younger girlfriend'.

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Perhaps the best thing for them was to be with their parents together, to grow up having their family together. That was what her parents taught her. Wanda told herself that it was the best for them. Even if she broke the heart of that lovely girl she was beginning to fall in love.

That terrified her. She was beginning to love her and tried to lie to herself by saying that she still loved Vision.

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“I love Vision.”

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“Wanda…” Y/N knew Wanda was just lying to her, so she just shook her head and took the Sokovian's hands to intertwine their fingers together. “I know I'm not him, but he doesn't deserve you. And I will do anything to deserve you, to make you happy. I know I'm just finishing college and I'm not what you expect right now, but I swear I love you and I want to give you everything you deserve in this world. To you and -if you let me be with you- I will be the best image that your kids can see. We can just be friends to them, until they understand, I don't want to ruin your life. I want to give you the world and more if you let me.”

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Wanda's eyes filled with tears but she avoided showing it. That was the most beautiful and sincere thing she ever heard.

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“But I really love you, Wands. My love, I really want you.” Y/N finished.

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But Wanda's silence was beginning to terrify her, because for a moment, a small moment, she felt some hope.

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“That kind of love, the kind that you think is from fairy tales and songs… Y/N, that's childish. Living in that eternal honeymoon and cheesy stuff, and songs, and- and sitcoms is not okay. It doesn’t exist.” The sokovian shook her head.

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"No, that's love." The brunette said completely sure of her words. She knew it, she was sure because she felt that way for Wanda. “It exists, that love where every day someone shows you how much they love you exists, Wanda.”

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“I don't think you understand.” The woman let out an ironic giggle. Wanda no longer knew how to get rid of that girl full of hope and love. “I don't want to have anything with you...”

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The redhead threw the box aside without caring, that cassette ended up flying to the side of the room.

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“I want you to leave my children alone, they... they need their father, not a girl who’s fifteen damn years older than them.” Wanda hissed, trying to sound as cruel as she could.

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“I was just showing them a game…” Y/N whispered.

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“You were a mistake, Y/N. A big mistake. I want the best for my children, myself and my family. And you have no place there, Y/N. You will never have a place, stop creating false hopes with me because we will never be together. You want to insert yourself in my life so bad and you have no space. My children need their father. You're not enough.” She lied for the last time.

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Almost as if she could feel her heart crash to the ground, Y/N realized that this time it was the end of that road. But Y/N didn't say anything, she just kept quiet and watched Wanda walk out of the room as if she didn't even care about breaking her like that.

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Of course Y/N didn't see how the redhead burst into tears as she walked to the nearest bathroom really knowing what she lost. Of course, Y/N was silent throughout the dinner, with her gaze lost in any object on the table and she barely tasted a bite.

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What the brunette never expected was to see how her best friend slowly disappeared in front of her eyes. Getting up from the table and trying to leave with some silly excuse, Y/N watched as Yelena said she wasn't feeling well and turned into ashes seconds after that.

Terrified, Y/N looked at Natasha who didn't understand either. Kate called out Yelena's name but little by little, she was disappearing too. Finally, they watched as Wanda and the twins vanished, leaving them alone in a world devastated by tragedy.

Just the two of them, crying and screaming.

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ㅤㅤ2024

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After so many years, Wanda was sitting on the edge of her bed completely desolate. That bed where she made love so many times with Y/N and now seemed so big and cold. Wanda shook her head, remembering the last few messages she sent to Y/N asking if she had slept with that woman. And what the hell did she care if Y/N did it? Y/N had every right to move forward and leave her behind, she must already done it a long time ago, why couldn't she?

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Suddenly, a memory of that night came to the redhead mind. She got up from that bed and went to the drawers, finding that object that made her relive so many memories.

With a wistful smile, Wanda went up to the basement to look for one of the vintage tape recorder in one of the dusty boxes. The redhead took the player and left it on the bedside table in her room, after cleaning all the dust from it. With her cassette in her hands, she hesitated for a moment whether to do it but she ended up pressing ‘PLAY’.

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‘Graceless lady, you know who I am. You know I can't let you slide through my hands. I watched you suffer a dull aching pain. Now you've decided to show me the same. No sweeping exit or offstage lines could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind. Wild Horses, couldn't drag me away.’

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Wanda recognized the first song, it was a beautiful version of 'Wild Horses' by the Sundays. Y/N once told her that it was one of the most beautiful versions, perfect for dancing with the person you loved. Something very cheesy but now made Wanda's heart shrink.

The second one was a little cheesier and made Wanda to let out a tearful giggle, listening to the beginning of the song. ‘Truly, Madly, Deeply’ by Savage Garden.

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‘I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need. I love you more with every breath truly, madly, deeply do. I will be strong, I will be faithful 'cause I'm counting on a new beginning. A reason for living. A deeper meaning.’

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Wanda whispered the lyrics to that song as tears streamed down her face. She smiled tenderly and at the same time with enormous anguish thinking about the way Y/N recorded those songs one after another just for her. And not just that, but also made a playlist with each one of them in a music app in case she 'thought it was very silly'. That kind of love existed, that kind of devotion existed, and she rejected it because of fear, choosing comfort.

The third song was the one that ended up breaking her heart and hating herself even more.

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“This is me praying that this was the very first page. Not where the story line ends. My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon… I was enchanted to meet you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you.”

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Tears streamed down her cheeks, but Wanda didn't wipe them away. She just allowed herself to cry while the song was playing. That song was new unlike the others, it was Enchanted by Taylor Swift. One of the most painful and most beautiful songs she ever heard and she could never tell her.

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When the player stopped, the cassette reached its end, Wanda allowed herself to curl up on the bed and let go all the pain she felt. She allowed herself to cry for a while, allowed herself to put the pain behind. But when those green eyes and her body told her it was enough , Wanda got up from bed and left her room so fast. Ready to face the world. She drove her scarlet Buick Verano for about twenty minutes until she arrived at the address. Not without first going to one of her favorite flower shops in New York.

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Wanda got out of her car so fast that she didn't even notice the storm that was about to hit soon. Knocked on the door quickly, so desperate.

Nobody answered.

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“Come on.” The sokovian whispered before knocking again and again. She waited a few seconds until her eyes widened excitedly, she heard footsteps. Especially when the door opened, revealing an excited Wanda and a very confused Y/N.

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“Wanda, what are you doing here? Haven't you seen TV? There will be a huge storm, go home!” The brunette asked frowning at her. She was wearing a huge black Boston Celtics shirt and boxers. She was clearly just enjoying her lazy day.

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“Was she good? Made you feel good?” Was the first thing that came out of the redhead's lips, regretting it instantly.

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Y/N snorted, so annoyed. “Look, if you come to complain to me because of Leigh, I must tell you that…”

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“Please, don’t be in love with someone else.” Wanda quickly interrupted her, saying those words, exactly the same as in that song. “Please, don’t have someone waiting on you.”

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Y/N frowned without understanding what the hell she meant until she saw that cassette in Wanda's hands. The redhead gave her a small bouquet of flowers, which Y/N took in her hands, so confused.

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“They're lilies, umh, the girl at the flower shop said what they mean…”

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“Trust.” The brunette muttered.

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“Exactly! There’s also white chrysanthemum which means 'Loyalty' and Lis- L... Lisianthus? Which means 'gratitude' And this red means...” Wanda swallowed, remembering the girl's words exactly. “It's a Carnation, it means sincere love.”

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Y/N's lips opened in surprise, she barely remembered recording those songs in a desperate attempt to conquer Wanda one last time. That horrible night.

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“It’s too late.” The brunette swallowed hard, not even believing her own words but enough to make Wanda believe them. To make Wanda understand that there was no future between them, to give up once and for all.

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“Then I'm going to make it worthwhile, that love is worthwhile.” The redhead said, determined not to give up. If Y/N was brave enough to try again and again, she could do it too.

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Wanda might find a way to win her over, one way or another. She wasn't going to give up. She wasn't going to be a quitting coward, not this time.

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“You don't have to forgive me now.” Wanda licked her lips, she played with the rings on her fingers.

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“I will do anything to deserve you, to make you happy. I know that now is not the time, I know that it’s not fair for you that I choose you now just because I can see you again. It's not because it's convenient for me… that's why I'm going to prove it to you.” Wanda remembered something and reached into her pocket to find her phone, she looked for Y/N in her messages and sent a link, a small code that Y/N knew how to recognize.

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Afterglow – Taylor Swift.

Received from Wanda. ㅤㅤㅤ

“Listen to that song, it's for you.” Wanda smiled slightly. “And I will earn it, little by little. I will earn your trust again, Y/N.”

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The brunette just sighed for a moment, completely shocked by the words of the woman in front of her. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to feel. Part of her wanted to hug and kiss Wanda’s lips again, say ‘yes’ to her. Say that she loved her, that now they could be together now.

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Part of her knew that she should run away from her, her damaged heart screaming that Wanda would hurt them again. That she was only using Y/N because it was convenient, that after all this time she just wanted to find something stable and Y/N was it.

So many thoughts, mixed feelings. Y/N decided to close the door, leaving Wanda on the other side. If she wanted to do things right, she was going to have a long way to go on that redemption path.

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“I'll earn it.” Wanda repeated to herself, resting her forehead against the door, closing her eyes. And even though Y/N's answer wasn't the positive answer she expected, Wanda smiled slightly knowing that she hadn't received a 'no' either and that Y/N took the flowers and that, that was good.

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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐬𝐢𝐱

pairing: cheerleader!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: homecoming doesn't go the way it was supposed. or does it?

warnings: allusions to sex

word count: 5.7k

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Homecoming night was not something you were looking forward to anymore. The whole week leading up to the dance, you kept being reminded of the fact that despite having planned the perfect homecoming proposal for Wanda, it meant nothing now that your arrangement was over. There was nothing special about this night anymore. You would just go to the stupid dance with Yelena and then go home when you eventually got bored.

“That suit looks good on you,” Pietro commented with a half-smile.

Right, this was a new thing now.

The last thing you expected coming to school on Monday was to have Pietro approach you to talk. You hadn’t spoken in years, so why would that change? Originally, you thought your sleep deprivation had gotten so bad that you had started hallucinating hearing Pietro call your name. But he jogged through the crowd to get to you in time. There was a small part of you that thought maybe Wanda had told him everything after all, but that was silly.

When he started apologizing for all the shit he’d put you through, then you became certain you were hallucinating. It took a few tries for him to convince you that this wasn’t some sort of sick joke and he was genuinely sorry for badly he’d treated you.

“I understand if I’m saying all of this too late and that you don’t want to be friends anymore. I was a horrible friend and I let unimportant things get in the way of our friendship. I do hope though that you can find a way to forgive me, and that we can be friends again though… Not necessarily now, but somewhere down the line?” he had said, nervously scratching her back of his neck before getting interrupted by his phone ringing.

During his hushed phone call, you got to think over his apology. You definitely weren’t ready to resume your friendship at the same place it was when you were freshmen, and you weren’t sure you would get back to that place any time soon. However, you also didn’t see a reason to completely shut him out of your life after his apology. It would take some time for him to regain your trust and even more time to rebuild your friendship, but if the older Maximoff twin meant what he said and put in some effort into making it up to you, then who were you to stop him?

That didn’t mean it was an easy thing to do.

It had only been a few days since you “became friends” again. He’d greeted you at school every morning since then, which was weird even though you knew it was good progress. He even offered you a ride home after school Wednesday, but you declined since you had an art club meeting.

You went back on your suspicion that this was all Wanda’s doing, but Pietro had yet to mention his sister and you knew he would’ve by now if she was behind this; Pietro wasn’t one for subtlety.

“Did you choose this color on purpose?” he suddenly asked after eyeing your suit for a moment.

“I, uh, yeah? I thought it looked nice at the store,” you replied, unsure what exactly he meant by that.

“I meant…” he started, but then shook his head. “Never mind. Anyways, you look good, T.” From the surprised look on his face, you could tell the use of your old nickname was a complete accident, but you didn’t mind.

“Thanks, Pietro. You look good as well,” you said, nodding towards his light blue suit.

“Thank you, oh, this is my date, Monica by the way,” he said, gesturing to the girl who gave you a warm familiar smile and a small wave.

“I know, we have a few classes together,” you explained with a chuckle. You two didn’t really count as friends, but she was one of the few people who was actually friendly with you. Whenever you had team assignments to do in history class, she would often pair up with you and you’d both get the job done pretty quickly.

“Are you two…” Pietro trailed off, gesturing to you and Natasha sitting to your left.

“Oh, no.” You shook your head. Yelena had been the one to drag you to homecoming again even though you didn’t really feel like after what had happened last week. She said it would help lift your spirits or whatever, but the moment she spotted a dark-haired sophomore in a dark purple jumpsuit, she had left your side. You were glad Natasha decided to stick by your side. Though you were pretty sure that had Maria not gone to her model UN conference, the pair would’ve spent the night at Natasha’s or Maria’s place.

“Are you and Carol together then?” he asked. He must’ve seen Carol approaching you a few minutes earlier, asking you for a dance. You had accepted mainly because you were waiting for Yelena to come back to your table, but she was still talking to Kate and Natasha hadn’t arrived yet. You only stayed with her for one dance during which she kept telling you how beautiful you looked and how she would love to take you home later. You politely declined her offer, she acquiesed and wished you a good night, then went to on to her next conquest.

“Definitely not,” you replied with a chuckle.

Pietro hummed. “M’baku is hosting a party after homecoming. If you’d like, you could come?” he offered.

“They’re much less stuffy than the ones the football team throws,” Monica added as if to convince you.

“I appreciate the invite, but I think I’ll pass. Not really a party person. Nat can attest to that,” you replied, smiling at the senior who just nodded in agreement. Monica and Pietro voiced their understanding and left you two soon after.

“He definitely asked that to let his sister know,” Natasha said as soon as the pair was gone. At your quizzical stare, she nodded to your right and when you turned to look, you found Wanda sitting at a table with some cheerleaders and their boyfriends, looking downright miserable. Pepper was sat to her left, chatting away with Tony, and to her right was an empty chair. You wondered if it was saved for Bucky or maybe it was for Vision.

You’d heard some people talking about Bucky asking Wanda to homecoming a few days ago only for Vision to barge in and ruin the proposal and start fighting him… or was it that he fought Sam? You don’t quite remember. To be honest, there were various versions of the story, you didn’t know which one was the real one.

“Why would he tell her?” you asked, suddenly panicking a little. It didn’t matter that you and Wanda were now on bad terms, you wouldn’t risk having others know about your… “relationship.”

“Relax,” Natasha said, sensing your nervousness, and placed her hand on your thigh before removing it. “Oops, wrong move. I don’t think Red liked that.” You frowned and when you turned back to Wanda, her lips formed a thin line and even from where you sat, you could see her chest rising and falling as she tried to take calming breaths.

“We’re not together,” you quickly said, regretting it as soon as those words left your mouth. Way to not sound suspicious.

“Again, relax,” Natasha chuckled. “I’m not trying to expose you. Or her. I was just saying because she’s been staring at you the whole night… Also, my room is right next to Yelena and our walls aren’t soundproof. Do you… want to talk about it?”

“There’s not much to talk about.” You looked around and noted all of your peers were relatively far enough from you to the point that no one could really eavesdrop on your conversation, especially not with the thumping music. “I like her and I think she likes me too, but she likes popularity more.”

“She told you that?”

“I don’t need her to tell me that. It’s pretty obvious.”

Natasha nodded and looked over your shoulder, eyes landing on Wanda again. “Assuming things rarely ever get you where you want, especially when it involves feelings.”

“Well, I’m not sure what exactly I’m supposed to do if every time I’ve given her a chance to explain herself, she hasn’t given me anything back… I’m tired of being the only one trying.”

At your confession, Natasha’s face softened. She placed her hand on your forearm and gave you a sympathetic smile. “I’m not saying you need to go talk to her again or be the one making all the effort to save whatever is between you two. However, as someone who used to be part of Pepper’s group, don’t give up on her. The girl you used to know is still in there somewhere. She just needs some time and confidence to come back out.”

“You’re making Pepper seem like she’s some sort of evil genius that has control over Wanda’s being.”

“I know, I know,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t mean it that way, but you can’t deny that Pepper is influential, especially in her group. When you’re accepted into a group, it’s easier to follow and do what others expect from you than deviate from the norm. And with the cheerleaders, those norms are established by Pepper.”

“What? You telling me you used to just do whatever to please Pepper?” you snorted, but dropped your smile the moment you realized you weren’t far from the truth based on the lack of amusement on Natasha’s face.

“Pepper and I used to be friends, not as close as you and Wanda, but she was one of my first friends at SHIELD. When she became captain, I was so happy for her, I didn’t notice the small changes that started to happen. She slowly started to become more demanding of everyone, she expected things to be done her way or the highway, she started caring more about how people perceived her in the sense that she had curated this image of her and the team in her head. And if there was even a bit of discrepancy between that and reality… well, she would flip.”

“Is that why you left?” You had always assumed that the rumors about Natasha leaving because she clashed with Pepper were true. You had no reason to believe otherwise. Just like how Thena was rumored to be leaving the team a while back due to her and Pepper butting heads, Natasha was equally as stubborn as the other girls and there was no place for co-captaincy.

“Partly. Pepper was no longer the friend I knew in freshman year, but she wasn’t the only one who had changed. I was only on the team a couple months, counting from when tryouts happened my freshman year and then the few months up until Christmas of my sophomore year. But during that time, I became someone I didn’t recognize. Honestly, looking back, I acted like such a bitch. I was an asshole to people for no reason… I fought so much more with my parents, and they called me out on it, but I refused to listen.”

“What made you realize that you’d change then?”

“Yelena,” she responded with a short laugh, but bit her lip as a sorrowful look washed over her face. “We were fighting about something. I don’t even remember what it was about, but our mom told us to stop fighting because we’re sisters, and I yelled back that she isn’t really my sister.”

“Oh…”

It was no secret that Natasha and Yelena weren’t blood-related, but that never mattered. They were sisters and everyone knew that. Even though neither ever really showed it, they both prided themselves on being the other girl’s sister. Yelena would deny it until the day she died, but she looked up to Natasha. Hearing the older girl tell her she wasn’t her real sister… you couldn’t begin to imagine how much that must’ve hurt Yelena.

“Yeah, look, I don’t think you should be the one who should be the only one trying. It’s just, as someone who has messed up just because I felt accepted in that same group, I was grateful I had people from my old life who were willing me to take me back despite everything I’d done,” Natasha sighed. “With that being said, don’t forget you also have your own limits. If you think you need a break from her, then that’s fine too.”

“Thanks for the big sister talk,” you said, nudging the older girl’s elbow with your own. You’d never really gotten the chance to truly talk to Natasha despite how many times you’d been at her house. Most of your conversations were pretty surface level, but you were glad to have gottent to know a bit more about your best friend’s older sister.

“If you ever tell people I was soft with you, I’ll have your head,” she threatened, but you had a hard time taking seriously with the playful smirk that tugged at her lips.

You didn’t get the chance to get another word in as you winced hearing the feedback from the microphone. Principal Fury briefly apologized for disruption before going into a small speech about how he hoped everyone was having a good time. He ended his speech by announcing that it was time to reveal this year’s homecoming king and queen. Coach Fontaine accepted the mic from Principal Fury and opened the golden envelope.

“Can I get a drumroll, please?” she asked the crowd. Those sitting down rapping against the table they sat at as they patiently waited for the big reveal of the night.

“Stark Harkness Institute for the Exceptional, Lettered & Distinguished, please welcoming this year’s homecoming king, Jarvis Stark.”

The crowd went wild, cheering for the younger Stark brother who made his way to the makeshift stage where Coach Fontaine stood. Some people patted his shoulder as he walked towards the stage with an arrogant smile. Honestly, you didn’t remember seeing any posters of him campaigning to become homecoming king, but it wasn’t like you really cared about these kinds of things anyways.

What really took you by surprise was when Coach Fontaine announced, “And please give an equally warm welcome for your homecoming queen, Wanda Maximoff.”

Vision’s face, you wouldn’t have noticed unless you were specifically looking for him, but Wanda? Even when you tried to avoid her, you saw her. There was no way you would’ve missed a poster with her face campaigning for homecoming queen. Surely, she would’ve also told you about it, no? You’d only just stopped seeing each other last week, and campaigning for this sort of thing would’ve overlapped with the time you were seeing each other.

From the way Wanda’s hand kept tucking her hair behind her ear as she walked towards Coach and Vision, you could tell she wasn’t exactly planning this either. After all this time, she still had the same nervous tic. You watched her attempt to keep her arms still beside her body, but they eventually drifted back to the front. After having the tiara placed on her head and the sache draped across her torso, her fingers subtly reached for her rings and started twisting them.

“And now, it’s time for the homecoming king and queen’s first dance!”

Vision, in his unoriginal black suit, took a step down the stage and held out his hand for Wanda to help her down. She bunched up the bottom of her long dress and reluctantly took Vision’s hand as she stepped down. Although she seemed beyond nervous, Wanda still looked stunning in her light yellow gown. The slit of her dress was borderline inappropriate inappropriate for the school’s dress code, but it started a few inches above her knee and it was only visible when she took long strides. Add onto that her half-up, half-down hairdo, she could pass off as a real-life Belle.

Unconsciously, you had tightened your jaw at the sight of Wanda approaching Vision’s open arms. She slowly placed one hand on his shoulder while the other grabbed his hand that wasn’t on the small of her waist. A slow song that you couldn’t bother to recognize started playing and you were nearly ready to call it a night. You went to turn to Natasha and tell her that you were going to the bathroom before leaving until she placed one hand up and nodded her head towards Wanda and Vision.

When you turned to look back, the couple was no longer dancing. No, Vision was standing in the middle of the dancefloor, looking absolutely confused, but you could barely see him behind Wanda as she walked towards… you? She had this determined look in her eyes that you didn’t think you had ever seen as she took confident steps towards your table.

Once in front of you, Wanda held her hand out and asked, “May I have this dance?”

You could feel all of your peers’ stare on you and Wanda. Even the damn lighting people had decided to have a spotlight follow Wanda all the way to you, assuring that everyone’s attention would be on you two. It felt like a scene from a movie, but you weren’t sure it was one you wanted to be part of. Your eyes searched for Yelena, whom you found in a record time on the other side of the room with Kate Bishop, as if asking for guidance. She gave you an unsure smile, brows slightly knitted together. Just a few tables away, Pietro had a hopeful smile that matched the one Wanda was giving you. Finally, your eyes drifted back to Natasha next to you, who just shrugged, as if saying “this is your call.”

You were so focused on trying to get any sort of guidance for what you should do next, the only thing that pulled you out of your head was Wanda’s whispered “Please?”

With a thumping heart in your chest, you stood up and stared your old best friend in the eye. Although Wanda wore heels, the platform from your oxfords allowed you to be at about the same height as her. “This won’t change anything,” you said.

“I understand,” she said with a nod, smiling when you accepted her hand that guided you to the dancefloor.

Wanda ignored a baffled Vision who was pulled aside by someone in the crowd so you could take your place in the middle of the dancefloor. She placed her arms loosely around your neck while your hands found purchase on her waist. The whole time, Wanda kept her eyes on you, completely ignoring the prodding stares burning into your dancing bodies.

“Relax,” she commanded gently, which was funny really because you could feel the nervousness radiating off her.

“Easier said than done,” you mumbled. At that, Wanda frowned, her eyes leaving you for the first time. She pulled you closer, giving you no choice but to wrap your arms a little tighter around her waist to not look awkward.

She buried her face in the crook of your neck and signed. “Relax,” she repeated. “Just focus on me.” So, you did, or at least you tried.

You focused on her now steady breathing, the warm air softly hitting your neck, which did nothing to help your racing heart. You focused on the smell of her strawberry and mint shampoo and… the lack of her overpowering perfume. You focused on the warmth eminating from her body that was now nearly melded into yours. You could stay like this forever…

The sound of clapping brought you back to reality. The song was over and you tried to push yourself away from Wanda, but she kept a tight grip on you.

“Stay?” she asked, only letting go slightly so she could look you in the eye.

“I’m a little tired,” you said, trying to make yourself believe your lie so that Wanda wouldn’t see right through you. The air inside the gym was suffocating you and you needed to leave. Sure, you were somewhat used to a few people giving you dirty looks as you walked past them in the hallway, but having all those eyes on you now was unsettling to say the least.

Her shoulders slumped as she nodded. She let you detangle yourself from her this time and you gave her one last glance over your shoulder, not missing everyone else watching you leave her in the middle of the dancefloor. You quickly texted Yelena that you were leaving and that she didn’t have to tell Natasha because you’d be taking the bus home.

You made it exactly four steps down the stairs at the main entrance of the school when you heard the metal doors behind you open and someone yell, “Wait!”

You turned back around and saw Wanda slightly out of breath. “What are you doing?”

“Can I come with you?”

“You don’t even know where I’m going,” you said, a bit amused.

“I don’t care. I want to go where you go.”

─── ᗢ ───── 💔 ───── ᗢ ───

Taking the bus from Manhattan to Westview all dressed up on a random Friday night would also probably classify as a scene from a coming of age movie. This, however, was much nicer than the situation you were in earlier.

Wanda must’ve been seriously sleep deprived because she had fallen asleep on your shoulder barely 10 minutes after you got on the bus. One stop before yours, you nudged the girl awake. Wanda sleepily groaned and tried to bury her face in the crook of your neck again, but you gently pushed her up as you whispered, “Wanda, wake up. We’re almost at the diner.”

That did the job and she slowly sat back up. You helped her off the bus since she was wearing heels and you started to make your way to the diner in comfortable silence. When you noticed Wanda attempt to hide her shivers, you shrugged off your blazer to drape it over her shoulders.

“It’s fine,” she said, but didn’t try to give your blazer back.

“I don’t mind,” you replied, helping her slip her arms through the sleeves to wear it more comfortably.

Inside the diner, you got your vanilla milkshake to go while Wanda ordered her strawberry one. You also ordered fries and carefully placed the container filled with fries in one of the front pockets of your pants so you could pick up your fries to dip them in your milkshake while walking down the quiet streets of Westview. By your side, Wanda just sipped on her milkshake as she occasionally tugged your blazer closer to her body.

“I need to tell you something,” Wanda said, after walking for nearly 5 minutes in complete silence. Seeing you nod your head as a sign to continue, she took a deep breath, “I think I owe you an explanation… a lot of explanations actually.”

“You think?” you refrained yourself from scoffing. Even though you shared a nice moment back in the gymnasium, you were still upset about everything that had happened between you two. Being with her now just reminded you of all the times she’d betrayed you.

Empathizing with your frustration, Wanda tried her best not to let your tone affect her. You had every reason to be mad at her. She wasn’t even sure why you agreed to have her follow you or even listen to you, but she was glad you hadn’t completely pushed her away.

“Where should I start?” she asked, more to herself than anything.

“How about summer of freshman year? You know, when you just went AWOL,” you suggested with a bit of a bite.

She nodded, taking a deep breath before starting.

It took her nearly an hour to go through everything. It took her another hour to answer all the questions you had for her, like why she never told you any of this before, if you’d ever made her feel like she couldn’t open up to you like that. By the end of your conversation, you had walked around your block maybe a dozen times and you’d ended up sitting on your porch. Although her fears might’ve seem a bit irrational, at the end of the day, Wanda was just a teenager who wanted to fit in, like most of teenagers.

You still couldn’t completely forgive her for hurting you the way she did, but you understood her a bit better.

“I’m not sure what you want from me now,” you admitted.

“I know this is a long shot, but I just–I miss you… as a friend,” she said, and if you were anyone else, maybe you’d buy it. But you were you and you could tell her words weren’t totally truthful. “I mean I also miss you in other ways,” she admitted after a beat of silence, “but we were friends first. I get it if you don’t want anything to do with me, but I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t at least try to get you back as my friend.”

“I still don’t really trust you, Wanda. You have a lot to making up to do, and I won’t go easy on you,” you warned, but she simply nodded her head vigrously.

“I know. I’ll do whatever it takes to gain your trust back.”

You thought back about the beginning of the week when Pietro asked for your forgiveness and how you’d given him a chance. Wanda was asking for the same thing, except you had already technically given her a second chance at the start of your junior year. Yet, she messed up again. Perhaps it was because you jumped into a relationship too quickly instead of working through your issues to rebuild a solid foundation. You took a deep breath to think about whether you could potentially go through all this heartbreak again.

You wanted to believe Wanda, you really did. You liked to see the good in people and after what she did tonight, maybe Natasha was right. There was still a piece of the Wanda you knew and loved.

“You’ll do anything?” you asked after a while.

“Anything,” she confirmed, and if she regretted saying that so quickly, she didn’t let it show.

You hummed and pondered for a bit. “Then, I want you to run barefoot through the Proctors’ lawn,” you said. Your other neighbors, Sarah and Harol Proctor were notorious for being especially careful with all things related to their property. They (mostly Mrs. Proctor) loved to maintain this picture-perfect image of the Proctor family and their home. Running through their lawn was surely going to get you in trouble.

You thought it was pretty obvious you were just messing with Wanda, but the other girl just took off her heels, letting them fall by your side before she sprinted across your neighbors’ lawn. “Wanda! Oh my god, get back here!” you whisper-yelled as to not disturb the neighborhood and ran towards her with her heels hooked to your index finger.

The sound of Wanda’s giggles filled your ears as you finally caught her, picking up in your arms so you could bring her back to your side of the driveway. “Why would you do that?” you asked.

“I told you I’d do anything,” she shrugged, a shy grin on her face. “I meant what I said. I’ll never stop trying to do anything to have you back in my life in any possible.”

“In that case, I don’t want anymore secrecy,” you demanded. “I’m not asking to be best–”

“You got it,” she said.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Well, whatever you say, I’ll do it.”

“Okay, Wanda, see that’s not gonna work,” you sighed. “We rushed things the first time and it blew up in our faces. I don’t want that to happen again if I’m giving you another chance. I need you to thinking about this more seriously this time around. This isn’t just something you’ll be able to change overnight.”

“I get that,” she asserted, slightly frustrated. “I know I’m coming off as impulsive, but I’ve thought about this. All week, I’ve thought about how I could make it up to you, how I could make you believe that I want this to work.”

“Alright, well, I have one more request. What are you doing next Tuesday after school?”

“Not sure, but probably homework.”

“How about you drive me to my internship interview then?”

“I could do that,” Wanda responded with a grin.

You weren’t sure how things would work out at school with the stunt she pulled tonight, but as she sipped on her milkshake, walking down the street with one hand holding yours, she didn’t seem to care. All that mattered to her was that you had given her a chance to redeem herself.

You, however, were apprehensive about how much Wanda would try.

─── ᗢ ───── 💔 ───── ᗢ ───

When Monday came around, you were certain that whatever bubble she had created for you two over the weekend would burst. You had mentally prepared yourself for the same silent treatment you’d received for the past year and a half.

“Casanova!” you heard the forsaken voice of Tony Stark call from the other somewhere in the hallway.

“Fuck me,” you muttered into your locker while Yelena who was leaning againt the locker next to yours looked up to the intruders. As you closed your locker door shut, you were met with both Stark brothers, Pepper and their posse.

“Do you not have a voice? Or do you only speak when it’s to steal other people’s girlfriends?”

“I didn’t steal anyone’s girlfriend. Wanda is her own person,” you said, rolling your eyes. God, how did Wanda ever tolerate them? How did Pepper still tolerate them?

“You don’t have to defend her now. She’s not here, it won’t give you brownie points to get into her panties,” Tony sneered.

“I’m not trying to get into her panties. Unlike you, I have something called basic human decency.”

“You sure you’re not just trying to add her to your list of girls you’ve tongued?” Vision was the one to talk this time.

“At least she knows how to make a girl feel good,” Yelena retorted, which made you pinch your nose in frustration. You loved your best friend, you really did. She was your number one defender, always, but sometimes, you wished she would cool it a little. This was one of those times. You really didn’t think it was necessary to bring up a silly rumor about Vision not knowing the female anatomy despite having one of the highest marks in biology.

Right as you pulled Yelena back from lunging forward, you felt someone brush against your arm and step forward. “Leave them alone,” Wanda said firmly.

“Wanda,” Pepper started with a warning voice, “you better watch it.”

“I don’t care what you have to say. I don’t care if you kick me off the team. I’m sick of how you treat people, especially when they haven’t done anything wrong. So, like I said, leave her alone.”

Pepper and Wanda stared at each other, neither speaking a word until Pepper stiffly nodded and turned on her heels. Tony followed her, albeit reluctantly, which led to everyone else following them away. The only one left was Vision.

“Don’t come crawling back when you finally realize–”

“Please, as if I would go back to someone who was never able to get me off,” she scoffed, rendering him speechless.

Beside you, you heard Yelena mutter, “Guess the rumors were true,” which earned her a nudge to the arm from you.

After Vision stormed away, a visible blush on his face, you turned to Wanda. “You didn’t have to do that,” you said, painfully aware of the obvious whispers that had started around you.

“I wanted to,” she asserted with a shaky voice, but put on a smile masking her nerves. “They have no right to be harassing you like that. I’m sorry I just stood by before, but I swear I’ll–”

You cut her off with a hug, arms tightening around her body. “I really missed you,” you mumbled.

“I missed you too,” she said, her arms wrapping you as she relaxed against your grasp.

“Do I also get a hug or what?” Yelena asked. You giggled and pulled her into you, holding both girls close to you.

When Tuesday came and you heard her honk her horn in her and Pietro’s cherry red car, you were a little less surprised to see that she’d kept her promise. You were a little taken aback to see that Pietro was in the passenger seat, but you welcomed the unexpected guest.

“A little birdy told me you got a fancy internship. I had to tag along,” he explained as you buckled you and Yelena got in the backseat.

“I didn’t get the internship,” you said.

“Yet!” Wanda retorted. “You’re gonna kill that interview. There’s no way Frigga won’t take you.”

“Exactly,” Yelena chimed in, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she gave you the position on the spot.”

You shook your head in amusement, but appreciated them hyping you up to ease your nerves. It took a bit of convincing for Yelena to not be so defensive around the twins. You assured her that the moment they even thought of hurting you… well, let’s just say, they wouldn’t get the chance to hurt you with Yelena by your side. After that, she easily got along with the twins. You could tell she was still a bit on the fence about them, but it was hard to deny that the four of you had chemistry. Sitting in the back of the twins’ cherry red car, you watched the three of them sing along to Adele.

You could get used to this.

Wanda still had a lot of making up to do. There was a long road ahead to fix your friendship. Things would never be the same as they were before, but Wanda looked forward to rebuilding her friendship with you. Admittedly, you were also excited for this new chapter of your life with familiar characters returning, albeit with a hint of change.

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a/n: and that was the final part of ma&thp! thank you to everyone who stuck around! this was my first ever reader-insert as well as my first wanda fic so it will always hold a special place in my heart. with that in mind, i have to admit, this isn't really the ending i originally had in mind. the original ending was going to take place about a decade later, but i felt like the time jump was a bit too much since there was nothing in between. so, for now i will leave it at a hopeful ending and honestly still pretty happy considering everything that happened. if however, there are people interested in the original ending, i already have a bit written so i might release it a little later as a bonus? or i might even write more for sunshine and wanda during their college days if i see y'all want more lol. anyways, for now, this is goodbye to miss americana & the heartbreak princess.

edit: i also noticed this blog reached 300 followers recently omg tysm for following along my shenanigans lmao. i wanted to do some sort of 300 writing celebration, but i've got so much on my plate rn i don't think i'd be able to manage:( still, i'm super grateful for y'all! and i will definitely plan something like that in the future

#wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff angst #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #c: wanda maximoff #jaz writes #series: ma&thp

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wandasl0vely · 2 years

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The Pier

“I’ll never forget this moment, right here with you.” Forty-two and a half days, that’s how long it’s been since I’ve broken up with my girlfriend, Wanda. I was at the pier, staring at the big ferris wheel, recalling where I had just confessed how I truly felt with Wanda, how my heart would flutter every time I saw her. “Just one, please.” I kindly said to the worker, smiling as he helped me into the cabins. I felt a brisk of wind, my eyes fluttering at the feeling I’ve missed, and suddenly I’m back at the top of the ferris wheel with my girlfriend. The view I had when I was on the top, when I was too scared to look and when my girlfriend encourged me to see the night sky. How my girlfriend’s hands were wrapped in my warm ones, admiring the stars as the wind blows towards our faces. I had started dating Wanda for about a six months, and I’ve always loved every second, minute, hour, and day I spent with her and I wanted to make it last forever. “Wanda, there is something that has been filling my thoughts lately,” I broke the silence. Wanda turns her gaze to you, “Is everything okay?” I simply nod, I knew that I felt nervous, and my eyes were looking anywhere but Wanda’s, “I’ve been meaning to tell you since a few weeks back, do you remember when we first met? It was at the exposition park rose garden and there was this couple who just got enganged at the exact second.” Wanda looks at me confused, struggling to figure out on what I’m trying to say, “What do you mean? Are you saying that you want us to get married? I mean, don’t you think it’s a little too fas-” My eyes were quick to widen, stopping Wanda mid-sentence, “No, no, that’s not my point at all. I mean that, the couple we saw were going to get married and is going to spend their lifes together right? That’s what I want, I want to spend my life with you. Wanda, not only that I like you, but I also love you.” The enviroment settled into quitness until I spoke again, “We don’t have to get married just for us to spend our lives together, I just want you to be the one I share my life with. You make me happy, you truly do and I hope you feel the same about me.” Wanda looks at me, she felt her cheeks burning into a rose pink color and her heart flutters from what I’ve said, “I do, Y/N you make me happy and I promise that I’ll never forget this moment, right here with you.” I felt how my eyes were filled with tears, maybe it’s true that people come and go, I thought. Suddenly I’m back on the ground again, and it hit me, everything I experienced and felt with Wanda, it’s all over. And there isn’t a single thing I could do to bring it back again, the one thing I desired and dreamed of, it’s all over. I stepped off the cabin, fixing my coat as I started to walk back home. That was until I heard a call of my name from behind, just by looking at the silhouette, I already knew who had called me. “Y/N,” Wanda says, she had a soft expression on her face and I could tell why.

#wandamaximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x f!reader #angst #wandamaximoff angst #wanda fanfic #wanda x y/n #wlw #marvel

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abbyromanoff · 5 months

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Heyyy there would you mind writing wanda x femreader where r dreams of wanda cheating on us with vision so when r wokes up she's mad and grumpy and wanda doesn't know why, now she's sad and confused. Fluff at the end though

VISIONS

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 862

WARNINGS: allusions to smut, talks of cheating, jealousy, anxiety, groping, small angst, fluff, think that’s all :)

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

“Baby? Can you please stop ignoring me?” Wanda asked with a hand on your shoulder. You shook it off, rolling your eyes as you threw the blankets further over your body. She sighed, trying to leave a kiss to your exposed skin until you shrugged her off once again.

She didn’t know why you seemed so upset, but she assumed from previous experiences that you simply were having a bad morning. It could be a dream, it could be your period, it could just be an irritating mood. In reality, it was the sight you saw in your deep sleep. It woke you with a sudden cry, your head tossing to the side to instantly try and spot the woman. In the dream, you had just walked in on the pair sharing an intimate moment that was meant for only you and Wanda. The witch tried to explain herself, but you woke up before you could make your final decision.

When Wanda woke, she tried giving you a morning peck on the lips, but you denied. She was confused but let it slide, until you ignored her clear request for sex. Your body was bare, only holding layers of hickeys that you usually would’ve admired, yet she still was - which only seemed to anger you further.

She gave up after nearly half an hour of trying to persuade you into talking and grabbed her book, placing her reading glasses over her eyes and sitting silently. You’d mumble quiet annoyances, but refused to form a normal sentence.

“Can you at least tell me why you’re so mad at me?” No response was given besides a huff. “Please, my love? C’mon, don’t make Mommy sad.” She teased, sensing from your sudden stillness that she hit a nerve. You sucked in a breath, removing the covers as you walked towards the bathroom. She groaned, copying your actions with a shiver as the cold air hit her.

“What are you doing?” You stood under the warm water, letting your hair soak as your body erupted with goosebumps. She tore off her shirt, only stopping when your voice was heard.

“So that’s the first thing you’re going to say to me?” Your eyes fell to her naked chest as you licked your lips, forcing yourself to turn away from the trap.

“What? Can I not take a shower with my partner?” She stepped behind you, venturing her hands to your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder. She kissed the skin softly, leaving hints of her scent behind as you shuddered.

“This…this isn’t fair, Wanda, I’m supposed to be mad at you.” She let her lips linger, trailing her hands up and down, squeezing your breasts before one traveled to your lower region.

“And why is that?” A frown took over your face, and you lowered your gaze. She paused, turning you around so you would face her. You refused to meet her eyes until it was forced out of you, her finger below your chin guiding you to fit her needs.

“Can you please tell me what I did so I can apologize? I’d really appreciate it, love.”

“It’s stupid,”

“It’s not stupid if it’s upsetting you.” She frowned, stroking your cheek softly as she pulled you in, leaving a peck to the skin before trailing to your plump lips. She hummed against you, allowing herself to soak in the warmth of the embrace you ridded her from.

“I had a dream,” You bit your lip, groaning as she pressed on. She rubbed your arms soothingly, furrowing her brows as she waited for your voice to rise once again.

“And in that dream, I caught you…sleeping with…Vision.” She chuckled lightly, causing your frown to grow.

“Oh, love, how could I ever do that to you? Look, you didn’t hear it from me, but I know a girl with the most beautiful, and most wonderful partner. She loves them with all her heart, and she would never, ever even consider breaking their own sweet little heart.” She smiled, brushing her fingers through your hair when red threatened to cover your skin.

“But,”

“Shh, and I don’t want you to think any different, alright? I love you, I love you so much and that will never change.” She assured, and you grinned to yourself, muttering a small statement that she asked for you to repeat.

“Especially not for a red robot?”

“Especially not for a red robot.” She smiled, pecking your forehead slightly and cradling you with her arms. The soft skin sent a sigh of gratitude your way, and you cuddled closer into the woman.

“I love you so much, Wanda. I’m sorry for being mean, I know you’d never do that.” She hummed, trailing her hand lower once again. It fell upon your bare ass, her palm squeezing with a giggle.

“So soft,”

“Wanda! You pervert!” She shook her head, nuzzling her nose in your neck as she continued to poke at the area. You bit your lip, leaning into her as instinct.

“Now, why don’t you let me make it up to you and show you just how much I love you?”

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fictional-mind21 · 11 months

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BAAOA Masterlist

ONGOING SERIES

Characters: Y/N, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, and {rarely} Vision

Synopsis: A series about learning to live and rebuilding your life again and again so you don’t crumble, and the people who help us get by (might change the synopsis later)

Warnings: Anxiety, Grief, Angst, and Fluff. The bold letters are the readers thoughts (I think that’s all I can remember for now)

a/n: This is my first ever story/series!! Hope whoever reads it likes it. :) Also, Gifs aren’t mine.

(As for the timeline, anything timeline related not specifically mentioned has probably happened unless it doesn’t make sense [like for example Bucky in Wakanda happened but obviously Endgame and Infinity war didn’t bc some of the characters are here])

Part 1 -The Meet

Part 2 -Bound to Bond

Part 3 -TBN

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buckysmischief · 2 years

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shape up, boys - 4

?? x f!reader

summary: not necessarily looking to date anyone at all, the reader finds herself in a love triangle.. or is it a square?

masterlist | series masterlist

perm tags (30/40): @stuckonjbbarnes @sunflowerxbarnes @dumbmarvelsimp @the-soulofdevil @also-fangirlinsweden @valsworldofcreativity @rebekahdawkins @lovinlikeloki @aikeia @superavengerpotterstar @justtuesdays @katiaw2 @goldenbuckyyy @nerdy-bookworm-1998 @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @antheiagoddessofnarnia @writingletterstothefire @thummbelina @disaster-rose @taketimeandappreciate @thebadassbitchqueen @brokenthelovely @levi-inthesun @slytherinsheashire @faithfullcompanion @the-princess-recommends @shinycupcakebaker @tachibubu @1999yanira @fischlvonluftschloss

series tags (7/10): @who-even-is--galileo @poisxnedmind @harpersmariano @ariianelle @nipple-twisting-washing-machine @val-kay-rie @nowheredreamer

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maximotts · 2 years

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𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑠 • 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: we're just not going to talk about how long it took me to post this chapter... the goal is to get back to updating once every other week again now that my Hell Class is near done

words: 6.2K

warnings: This is an 18+ series, minors DNI; angst with smut for the vibes; domestic violence (wanda receiving); physical/verbal intimidation; semi-public sex; general stubbornness; Wanda getting her feelings hurt; hard conversations that our stupid reader swerves like her life depends on it

summary: desires unspoken AU; Everyone has a threshold- you hit yours as Vision gets impossibly worse. The solution you come up with is effective, but shortsighted, and you worry your mistake will hurt Wanda more in the end

desires unspoken series. || main masterlist.

𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌 || 𝖺𝖽𝗃. 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉; 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗐, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌

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Getting away was your idea. Wanda shied away from the thought at first, knowing her mother in law would have a fit if she went away without Vis. Who would take care of her precious boy, especially after he’d been accosted so suddenly by a vagrant in the park? She was insufferable before, but there was no quelling her fears now. She needed to know where he was at every moment in time, but still she only cared about Wanda’s whereabouts in relation to him. If ever she wasn’t with him, Mrs. Maximoff wanted to know why and for how long; she couldn’t stay away for longer than an hour at most lately and it drained Wanda more each passing day.

The only comfort the older woman provided was whenever his mother was around, Vis kept his temper to scathing remarks and hateful glares; the things he knew she’d look over because her son could do no wrong. It was time alone Wanda dreaded most; the fleeting moments Mrs. Maximoff went to a different room, Vis always managed to grab Wanda, blunt nails digging into her delicate skin so often she’d given up counting what new ones marred her arms. He’d shove her away as soon as she came back, playing some sick game of power with her. The push away was a mercy, a reminder of how “gracious” he was being in showing restraint.

After a week of feeling hopeless, watching Wanda run to you in any moment she found, you finally thought of a solution. It was hard to see her cautious smiles, to feel her instinctively flinch until she recognized your touch. It was exponentially harder on Wanda herself.

“Wanda, let me walk you home. It’s late.” As much as the younger woman loved the idea, knowing it meant more time on your arm, she couldn’t allow it. Vis would go livid and there was no telling how he’d react while he was still nursing his black eye for sympathy with everyone who’d listen. Her temporary comfort wasn’t worth a night of screaming anger.

“You can’t, I’m sorry-” You saw the fear in her eyes, tears welling at the mere idea of walking home to the house she paid for, the building that had become nothing more than her personal chamber of torment. If you could hold her in a safe bubble for the rest of your days, you would. This plan wasn’t permanent, but it bought the both of you time to think for the moment. You’d made the arrangements unbeknownst to Wanda, wanting to have the freedom to leave as soon as you could convince her to come along. She just needed to trust you enough to follow along.

You cupped her cheek gently, bringing her head closer until you could kiss her hairline. Typically she wore her hair back during the day, letting you take it down for her in the nights she’d snuck to your apartment for sanctuary. It was tiny things like that fueled your desire to make this work, the need to have her in your care day and night, shower her with the softness she needed to wake up with a smile. “I’m taking you home, Wanda, but I won’t leave you. I promise.”

Making promises was dangerous, especially ones you didn’t know if you could keep. In your head it was a simple in and out assuming no one was home. Just a few suitcases and a note with a perfectly scrawled medical explanation. Easy. If it worked how you planned.

You weren’t new to lying, but something about lying to her made your skin crawl. Whether Wanda fully believed your promise or not, you didn’t know, but when she nodded solemnly, took the hand on her face and brought the palm to her lips, you were sure she’d at least give your idea a chance.

She walked as slow as she could to her house; truly you had to shuffle her along for the most part, whispering encouragement whenever she started to come to a complete stop. There were only so many train departures at this time of evening and you’d never rush her, but the sooner you got her out of town, the better for the both of you. As you approached the door, Wanda took a deep, practiced breath, part of her coping rituals— one last full breath before whatever hell awaited her beyond the threshold.

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“Where do you think you’re going?”

You could practically hear Wanda’s spine shoot up straight. It would’ve been too much of a blessing to finish the last of her packing without encountering him. Vermin always had an unruly habit of showing themselves whenever they were least wanted.

The tentative plan to pack and leave a note was clearly out the window now. You’d been hoping to spare Wanda of any further confrontation with Vis and you’d failed; what got you most was the deep apprehension that now held Wanda hostage. If you’d thought better, you’d have thought up something that didn’t require Wanda to come back here. You weren’t afraid of him, but Wanda was, now more than ever.

“I’m… We’re-” She couldn’t explain well, even if she wanted to. It dawned on Wanda in that moment she had no idea what she was doing. You’d asked her to trust you and she did, no questions asked. Wanda doubted asking Vis to trust her on this would go over well.

Thankfully you spoke up first, clearly blocking the path Vis would have to Wanda. Seeing him was a bad enough misstep on your part, no one needed to get hurt over it. “Mrs. Maximoff isn’t doing well. I consulted a physician and we agreed the city air might be too much for her right now. Time away should help her condition.”

Time away sounded too much like leaving to him, especially as Wanda stayed silent, offering no further information about this sudden need for a getaway. “And when was my dear wife going to inform me of this little trip? I should be accompanying her.”

“I’m telling you now.” Vis bristled just so, your unwavering eye contact unnerving him. You were a constant interference— if he could just make Wanda talk to him instead of you acting as her keeper. He found no such luck as you continued to speak. “Your work is important, I’m sure. Taking so much time off can’t be good for business. It’s best for her to get away from any possible stressors for the best outcome.”

The tall man broke eye contact first, gaze flitting to where Wanda stepped closer to you. He used to go to him, even when she was scared, but then again, he couldn’t think of a time where she’d had anyone else to turn to. As soon as she did, Wanda proved to be even more trouble, challenging and rejecting him at every turn. Somehow, right under his nose, you’d replaced him and he hated you for it.

“This sounds like a conversation Wanda can tell her partner which you are not,” Vis watched as Wanda’s hand gripped your sleeve, his lip curling in disgust. He didn’t know what exactly you were to her, but it certainly wasn’t just her apothecarist. All of this, whatever Wanda turned into, it was your fault. She used to be a demure young lady, quiet and agreeable; before your influence, Wanda would never have thought to act out as she was. Sometimes Wanda was a problem, but you’d made her an obstacle. Vis despised obstacles. “If this is true, she can tell me herself.”

Vis got closer despite your shielding; his overly strong cologne nearly made you gag. “You’ll be just fine here, with me, won’t you? You’ve just gotten a little prone to overreacting lately; I think we can get rid of the real stressor.” The last part was directed straight to you, Vis giving you a look so threatening, he clearly intended to force you to back down.

Unfortunately for him, you weren’t the least bit intimidated by rats disguised as men.

Wanda watched from right behind you two, yet again the subject of another standoff between you both. Guilt made her want to crawl into a hole and die; this was all because of her and the trouble she’d caused. You’d been on your way to something like friends before she’d met you, now you were at each other’s throats. In her mind, it was her own unhappiness that’d festered and poisoned you and her husband. She could just be quiet, let you go and make do with her life. Being ungrateful only hurt everyone around her—

But then you turned to look at her, eyes kinder than she’d ever seen them, and those thoughts flew away. “Go ahead, Wanda, be honest. No one is going to hurt you.”

You’d dared to take your eyes off of the clear and present threat that was her husband, more so encouraging her to speak her mind even when she was being prompted to say something different. Until now, Wanda went through with your plan, packing and trusting you weren’t sending her to some awful place, but now you were asking, giving her a chance to decide for herself. You wanted to know what she needed.

The most she could think of needing was you.

“I’d like to go.” Wanda didn’t know where you’d arranged to go, but even a brothel was better than this. “The city is so loud and filled with smog, it constantly leaves me sick.” None of it was a lie. Those things did bother her health terribly, but even the thickest factory exhaust compared to the suffocation her husband and his mother trapped her under.

Vis faltered for a second, shocked that Wanda would still dare to go against him. In front of you. Again. “Wanda-”

You had to acknowledge his persistence, irritating as it was, “She told you. She did as you asked, now let her go.”

The man shook his head, raising his nose so high in the air you wondered if he was going to point to something. “She can express her thoughts all she likes, none of that negates fact. Wanda is my wife and I need her here.” There it was. The undeniable snag in any plan you conjured up. As much as Vis mistreated her, as much as Wanda hated it, she was his in both law and society. One day, you’d find a way.

For now you had to make do with the threat of force. One he knew all too well you’d follow through with. “And who’s going to stop her, you? Against me?”

Vis reached out for Wanda, but you were faster, grabbing his wrist before he could even try to get closer. “I think you’re smarter than that, sir.”

He hated how much you could shake him, could swear the linger bits of bruising around his eye pulsed under your scrutiny. “I don’t know what you want or how you think this could end well for you, either of you,” Stubborn frustration had him glaring at Wanda. It was the most he could do with his arm still in your vice grip, but still his wife shrunk behind you. “But I promise you, it will not last. I won’t have it.”

“Funny that, I was about to promise you the same. If you lay a hand on your wife again, I’ll take them from you.” You released him when Vis pulled away, happy to let him stomp off and even more happy to see the quick flash of fear in his eyes. Good.

The slammed front door ensured Wanda was yet again alone with you and, while you expected her to resume her packing, she slumped against you, burying her face between your shoulder blades and hugging you from behind. You froze just as you were, stock still as if any small movement may frighten her away. “I can stay. I don’t want to cause you more trouble than I’m worth.”

It killed you to hear her talk about herself like that; it wasn’t fair for Wanda to internalize this all how she did while Vis walked around as if he alone gave her the world. “Don’t say that. The trouble is all with him, a clever girl like you knows that. I know you do.”

You managed to turn around, gripping her so tight, Wanda squeaked. Even just the embrace made this trip worth it, a sweet hold to remind her she’d chosen to go with the right person. “I believe you’ve caused me trouble more than once. I’m only checking to assure you haven’t tired of me.”

“Even if I did, I’d doubt you’d go without a fight. Much too thickheaded.” It was hard to let go, only a glance to the wall clock drove you to gently pry her away. “Finish your packing or we’ll miss our train.”

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The train ride proved to be a much needed peaceful one, the two of you settling into a silence as you relaxed for the journey. You were glad you’d arranged for a room to yourselves for the long trek; the privacy allowed you both time to decompress and think.

You’d been reading a book you’d neglected on your shelf for too long when you caught Wanda staring out the window, the midday light streaming down on her wistful face. With only a singular glance, anyone could’ve written it off as her usual daydreaming, but you, perhaps caught up in the sight of her, spied how she fidgeted with her hands in her lap and pressed her forehead a little too hard on the glass and knew she’d fallen into her brain again.

“If you stare too hard, the trees will think you don’t like them,” you joked, startling her out of her thoughts. Wanda jumped, just a bit of a shock through her spine as she bristled, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at her adorable shiver.

Wanda huffed, straightening her back, “I’m only staring because I like them. Is that the same reason you’ve been looking at me so long? Or is there something on my face?” It was your turn to be flustered at being caught. You’d still deny how deep your feelings for the woman had grown, but that didn’t stop Wanda from teasing you just to prove a point. The whole thing was a sore subject, something she’d not brought up since the night you’d brought her home, bathed and held her the entire night through. That day and every one since, you’d shown love towards her, but never said anything. She didn’t know what held you back still, but she was determined to find out and rectify it.

Hopefully this trip did more good than harm. If it was just the two of you, Wanda was sure she could crack you. All she wanted was to talk about it, to have a conversation not rushed with time or interrupted. She figured you give her the chance; you were your most open in private and even if she still had to draw things out of you, at least your patience was full.

The problem, however, was with the plans you’d put together. The country getaway you’d arranged was just that, but it wasn’t your home where she’d be staying. Instead, it was with your closest friend -a “special kind of friend” as you’d told her initially- and that’s what gave her pause. Wanda had heard you talk about Natasha before, your childhood friend and arguably closest confidant. All with the habit of falling in bed together “whenever the mood strikes,” you’d explained.

Wanda understood and if Natasha did this with anyone else, she wouldn’t have given it another thought. But it was you and that made it her business. She wanted you all to herself, couldn’t ask it of you when she still went home and lived as a married woman, but that reasoning did nothing to quell her desires.

“I was worried about you. You looked concerned and I know that means something is on your mind… Care to share?” Wanda thought on it, wondering whether to bring up her worries or if you’d brush her off as insecure. She wanted to continue to trust you and so, delicately, she shared.

After a few nervous shifts in her seat across from you, Wanda finally spoke up. “It’s nothing big, truly I’m just being worrisome— what am I supposed to do while we’re away?” At first you were sure she was joking, but her serious face proved otherwise. Wanda had gone on holiday before, that couldn’t have been what she was asking about. No, it only took you a moment to catch on to her troubles. Her eyes shifted to the letter you used to mark off your book pages; the last one you’d gotten from Natasha before you left. Ah, of course.

Wanda wasn’t necessarily skittish, but after a lifetime of being blindsided and disadvantaged, you understood her need to know what exactly she was walking into. All of this, from Natasha to how you interacted with her, how she was supposed to interact with her and even the simple question of where you’d stay, was uncharted territory and it made her devastatingly nervous.

“Natasha is only one woman, Wanda. She can’t make you do anything; even if she tried I wouldn’t let her.” It had been easy enough to explain your relationship with Natasha to Wanda; she’d been your friend since you were kids and as you grew, the two of you learned and explored each other together, but you’d never exactly been a pair. The redhead wasn’t one for strict commitment, preferring to be different things to different people and you couldn’t fault her for it. You worked best as friends— with the added benefit of occasional, no strings attached sex. In understanding the nature of your friendship with Natasha, Wanda felt all the more insecure about her own relationship with you.

In the short hours since she’d been let in on your plan, one question played on repeat in her brain: Did you see her as casually as you did Natasha?

The more she mulled, the more Wanda spiraled, dreading what you thought of her and if she’d only have your help as long as she entertained you. One day, you were sure to grow bored and what would become of her then?

“We’re getting away for you first and foremost, you can exist how you please.” You’d said it to comfort her, but it didn’t ease her worries, not really, and you could easily tell. Wanda was used to being left to her own devices; that wasn’t what she was asking about. “That’s not all though, is it? Out with it, you’re fidgeting like a toddler.”

The callout made Wanda whine; she wished you wouldn’t try to get stuff out of her so gruffly. Sometimes Wanda liked keeping her thoughts to herself to avoid conflict; this was quickly becoming one of those circumstances. The longer she thought about how this conversation was sure to play out, the more she felt like the toddler you’d accused her of being. “Well what if… what if I seem boring to her? To both of you?”

Wanda didn’t have many friends, none at all at this stage in her life, especially the type of friend Natasha was to you. She barely knew how to navigate being around you and now there was you as well as someone you had so much history with. Wanda knew without saying how much Natasha meant to you and that alone was deeply intimidating— the young woman would be more at ease if she knew what she meant to you as well. The idea that you liked another woman better than her, whether they were supposedly strictly casual or not, unsettled Wanda’s heart.

What she lacked the courage to say just yet was written plain as day over her face; you could read her like your favorite book by now.

“Oh, I see.” You paused for a moment, straining to hear any random passersby. When you heard none, you outstretched your arms. “Come here, quickly while we might have a bit of time.” Wanda obeyed, nervously moving forward until she could sit on your lap; it was awkward with the bulk of her dress skirts bunched between you two, but somehow she managed. They looked a bit too close for anyone who might peek in on them, but the train was in for the long stretch and people walking were rare; Wanda wished that was enough to shake her apprehension. Instead she focused on the quick peck you placed on the tip of her nose, trying anything to relax the tension she’d built up. “Now, is someone jealous?”

Wanda was rolling her eyes the instant you opened your mouth. “This isn’t jealousy, I’m scared.” She was blunt with it, pouting at you in such a way you were sure she’d have stamped her foot if she could. Cute, really.

“Scared of what? That you might not get as much attention with Nat around? I can assure you that’s not the case.” Wanda wanted to protest, try to explain her insecurities further, but you’d found a way to reach her neck and the kisses you gave were so delicately persuasive, she’d hate to ruin the moment. If that’s what kept you interested, she’d let you have it.

It was much nicer than her concerns anyways, especially when your hands were already trapped under her dress and working their way up her thighs. If you could successfully keep her mind occupied this way, so be it.

“You might still like her better than you do me-” Wanda was cut off then, your fingers finding her bare sex, cupping her so possessively she could only squeak. Sweet as your touch was, you still weren’t looking at her and it was frustrating beyond belief. Wanda yearned for your adoring gaze more than air. “Look at me.”

The demanding tone caught you by surprise, fully expecting a whiny plea after her submissive noise a second ago. You pulled away from the crook of her neck to see what’d brought this on, instantly missing her floral perfume. Wanda had never been so insistent about someone else before, but the more you thought on it, the more you realized this was the first time she’d have the opportunity to meet a true friend of yours. You hadn’t worried about what Wanda would think about your partners or acquaintances, but now, with the hesitant look in her eye, maybe you should’ve. “Natasha is my friend, end of story.”

Wanda searched your face for any sign of a lie, having become an expert at reading what you meant behind what you said. She’d learned of your silver tongue early on; that didn’t mean she was immune to it, especially when you refused to keep your hands off of her. Your thumb dulled her typically sharp skills, having found her sensitive bundle of nerves and rolling it in slow, torturous circles. If this weren’t a public place, she’d yell at you for trying to distract her, but she couldn’t risk the attention. “She’s a special friend…”

You had to agree with that; Natasha was special and you’d told her as much. That word though, you wished you’d picked something different. Wanda hung on to your every word when she was like this, deconstructing and overanalyzing each statement like a lawyer picking apart their opponent’s case. If you were less of a coward, you’d tell her that both she and your friend were special to you; maybe then she’d sit still while you played with her.

“Yes, but as far as I know, unlike you, she wears underwear on train rides.” The easy access was too tempting; you’d initially just sought the closeness from her, but impulsive hands went wandering and found something you were too weak to resist. Now you were near drooling over the thought of fucking her right here in this train car, leaving your mark on her where anyone could come and see.

“Why wear something you’re always so eager to get out of the way?” Wanda grinned, granting you the tiniest kiss on your cheek to avoid staining your skin with her lipstick no matter how badly she wanted to. Her impulsive act right before she left paid off; a singular pair of underwear left in her powder room back at home was a small victory. Her reward, your nails digging into her inner thighs, fighting for just one more ounce of restraint while you remembered where you were. She liked it best this way, she was sure of that.

Wanda believed you for now at least, how could she not? You’d been honest about who and what Natasha was to you and you’d gone out of your way to assure her she wouldn’t be put into a compromising position… She had gone this far with you, the only option was to continue forward. “I didn’t get rid of them for you not to touch me…”

You took her word for the invitation it was, setting your fingers to work even when you weren’t able to see her. Later though, you were bound to make up for the sight you had to miss out on now.

The both of you were silent, save for the noises Wanda couldn’t hold back. Admittedly, you were distracting her as quick as you could— if she kept on, who knows what kinds of questioning you’d be subjected to? Things you didn’t want to answer right now, surely. You had to come to terms with your shortsightedness before Wanda caught on; all you’d thought was to get away and in the past, Natasha was always where you went. Now with another person you were somehow involved with, there was someone you had to look after. You’d given no thought to how Wanda would truly react seeing you with her. Natasha didn’t mind; your letters back and forth assured that she was more than eager to meet the girl you somehow always wormed into your passages to her, but Wanda was used to having you all to herself.

You couldn’t promise that nor did you know if you wanted to. Wanda had every right to be a little selfish in her dealings, but you had the same to be so with your heart. Unfortunately for Wanda, you’d been doing anything but deciding if you were ready to give her what she required of you.

“Just for the record, Natasha would never let me have my way with her on a train. She’s mischievous, but not in this way..” Wanda nearly cried when you pulled away, but her brain was still too loud to deny herself this right now. With a hurried shuffle, she was fully sat on your lap, hips rocking methodically atop your thigh. Her hands gripped the back of the seat for purchase as she shamelessly took her pleasure and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t the most erotic sights you’d ever seen. Clothed as Wanda was, you could picture her without them, fully exposed as she rode your leg to her heart’s content, and your head fell to her chest to muffle your own whine. “In fact, I think you may be a match for her risk taking.”

Wanda’s confidence rose instantly, the knowledge that she could at least reach your elusive friend in one area spurring her on. “And what about how I make you feel? Do you watch her as intently, with that near obsessive look in your eye?” It was true; every moment you could manage, your eyes were on Wanda. The word you’d thought of earlier came to mind again— you really were weak for the woman above you. Fully, truly, and wholeheartedly in a way you’d never been for Natasha or anyone else in your life before. If you weren’t careful, she’d make you admit it. A premature confession would only hurt more to hear if you weren’t ready to act.

“Stop talking about her, worry about yourself.” And so she did, shifting and rutting as her eyes shut. The confines of the train cabin melted into the wide, open room she so often imagined the two of you sharing. Wanda pictured a place where neither of you could be bothered; your attention focused solely on her— not her husband, not any other girls, only her. The clothed leg she moved against was still yours, but free of fabric, the slickness of her arousal providing a much smoother ride than she currently fought with. When her dream would become reality Wanda didn’t know, but she dared to hope it was sooner rather than later for her own carnal whims, if nothing else.

An ambitious hand left the seat to trail down the length of your arm, grabbing right above where it disappeared under her skirts, trying unsuccessfully to bring your hand back. There was no chance of it working, not when you were refusing to leave your perch on her lower belly, stubbornly remaining immovable. “I want your fingers, right now. Make me forget anyone else.”

The most she got was your thumb, pressing right above where she needed you; the stalling was almost enough to make her beg. Almost. Wanda didn’t know much, but she’d learned how to work you into her way. It rarely took a lot, especially when you were in a good mood. “Otherwise I’ll be bored… You know how dreadful I can be when I’m left with nothing to pass the time.”

It was the need to keep her this close, breathing the same sweet air, that made up your mind. From the first minute Wanda had been inches from your face, you’d yearned to keep her in your arms every second since. You lifted her just enough to slide your fingers against her sex once more, grinning as she shuddered with two fingers filling her instantly. “You asked for it, now work for it.” She never mentioned she wanted you to make your cooperation easy, “Entertain yourself.”

Fine. If you were going to be stubborn, she’d make you regret it. Wanda started moving on her own now, sinking down as far as the seat would let her. “I think you just want to watch me; you like being entertained just as much.” She wound her arms about your neck now, letting her head rest where she could speak directly into your ear. You never asked her to be easy on you either. “You’re not very subtle.”

Your arm went tight around Wanda’s midsection, securing her in your lap when she found her rhythm. Focus was hard as she dragged her tongue over the side of your throat, an obscene act for the semi-public setting that left you shivering. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Wanda laughed at your denial, brushing the tip of her nose along the shell of your ear. As much time as she spent in her own head, at least she kept her thoughts inside. Yours were written all over your face, plain as day, and Wanda wished she could hold a mirror up to prove her point. “When you think I’m not looking, you stare as if you think I’ll disappear. Are you scared I’ll fly away if you don’t keep an eye on me?”

“You can go wherever you please.” Her tone was too smug not to annoy you— so what if your eyes lingered while Wanda read at night? Or when she walked across the room after her bath, sitting at her vanity to tie her hair back carefully even when she was so tired she looked like she’d fall asleep in her chair? Wanda Maximoff was beautiful, that was a fact. There was no chance of you being the only one who looked her way, why’d she care so much about what you did? “So what if I look, you love attention. What’s your point?”

It took Wanda a while to respond, losing track of the conversation as your fingers curled perfectly. She didn’t bother hiding any sounds, choosing instead to moan directly in your ear whenever she felt so inclined. With each one, your grip on her tightened, using her as an anchor lest you abandon all self-control and flip her over onto the long seat below you both. But Wanda loved pushing you like this; any time she could squeeze raw emotion out of you, she would. You worked so hard to stay distant seemingly from everyone, she wanted to be the exception. If you got to see all of her, she would demand the same of you.

“You look at me as if I’m… something… I’m curious, do you see?” One particularly nice push had her clenching around your fingers; your nails dug into her side and she vaguely registered your thighs twitching against hers. She’d give anything to know what that meant for you, if she had even a fraction of the influence on you as you exercised over her. “Is it some pathetic little girl, do you watch out of pity? Am I just pretty to look at? Or maybe, and I don’t think you’d ever admit this, you love me-”

Wanda was rambling now, speaking whatever came to mind without a filter, her focus derailed to the growing tension in her belly. You’d caved in and helped, pistoning your hand between her legs in hopes she’d give up this particular train of thought. Wanda didn’t know what she was asking for, going down this road. Nothing good could come from either of you thinking too much about feelings, not when there were still so many obstacles; thankfully you were good at avoiding. “How do you want me to see you?”

“I’d like to feel special.” It was a terribly vulnerable admission, maybe one Wanda wouldn’t have made were she not grinding desperately down on your hand. You had to expect the question anyways; if you didn’t, you truly weren’t paying attention. “I want you to talk about me like you do her…”

“Trust me, Wanda, you are truly special.” She came apart immaculately, gorgeous even as she jerked and twisted in the now stuffy train car. Your thoughts drifted to the first time you’d had her, how almost scared she looked with her orgasm ringing in her ears. Now she embraced it, even mumbling how good she felt as she tugged her earlobe between her teeth. If only Wanda could feel how ruined your underwear surely were now; the urge to force the delicate fingers currently playing with the hair at the nape of your neck down your pants, keeping her still until you found your own release with them, had never been so strong.

“Don’t compare yourself to others, least of all my friends.” Wanda was in a league of her own, the type of girl that came with the amount of trouble you only heard of in gossip circles. You’d sworn you’d never get involved with someone like that, certainly not discover feelings for them… Natasha must’ve been buzzing in her seat, waiting to see you and force you to eat your words for contradicting yourself so intensely. Just her proximity, loose tendrils of her hair tickling your cheek while she shamelessly soaked your pant leg with evidence of her orgasm, tested your resolve. No one had ever been so hard to hide from.

“Who am I to you then? What are we?” Wanda wasn’t sure, but she could’ve sworn she felt you shudder under her, just how she’d done to you more times now than she could count. Yet again she was reminded how uneven this all felt; you, completely in control of your own actions while you worked your hardest to make her lose command of hers. Just once, she wanted to ask about you, if you ever felt attracted to her or if you only did this for the feeling of ownership you got from taking care of her. If you even felt strongly enough to always want to take care of her.

“We are…” A train wasn’t the place to talk about this, not when you were close to town and your thoughts kept drifting to how lovely Wanda’s weight always felt on top of you. Your heart was going to leap out of your chest just to get closer to Wanda’s accelerated heartbeat, pounding on your ribs in a plea for your mouth to say the right thing. To be honest for once, trust her like you expected her to trust you.

You wanted to slap yourself for holding Wanda as close as you did, for daring to skirt your fingers over the delicate skin of the woman you couldn’t say three easy words to. Instead, you chose a different trio, “More than friends.”

Not the ones either of you wanted to hear.

Part of you expected some fight, at least a little bit of pushback, as was typical when she heard an answer she didn’t want to accept. This time, Wanda just nodded and at first you were relieved to see she was no longer grilling you, but when she said nothing else for the rest of the ride, you were sure you hadn’t heard the last of this.

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Chances - B.Barnes

Part One

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Warnings: alcohol, cheating, swearing, sex a little, Rumlow being Rumlow

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Brock Rumlow just scorned two.

You swayed slightly, laughing to yourself as you ascended the stairs. It had been a while since you had attended a party but after the hell that was the first month of your final term, you had let everyone convince you to let loose.

One night wouldn't hurt.

You paused at the top of the stairs, gripping the banister when someone bumped into you. They fell on their ass while you caught your balance and you looked down at the crying girl on the floor.

“Oh hey, pretty girl crying, not good.” You held your hand out to help the sobbing girl up, trying to offer a sense of comfort. “What’s up, honey?”

The frat house was almost vibrating with the music from downstairs and she was crying hard enough that her words were unintelligible. She threw herself into your arms, clearly a lot more drunk than you were. You rocked backward precariously, aware of the steps behind you.

“Oh honey, whatever it is, I promise it will be okay.” You assured her, rubbing her back in circles. Only one thing made a drunk girl cry this hard at a frat party. “Is it about a guy?”

“My boyfriend.” She sobbed and you made a noise of understanding. She succumbed to a fresh wave of tears and you sighed, continuing the soothing motions of rubbing her back. “He’s cheating on me.”

“Oh baby, oh please don’t cry. Do you know for sure?” You asked and she nodded. You thanked the lord that you didn't have to worry like other girls. Your boyfriend was stupidly dedicated to you, a fact you were more than thankful for. “How?”

“Seeing as he’s got his dick in some girl's mouth in that bathroom-“ she trailed off, sobbing against your neck and your heart broke for the young girl. It had to be hard finding something like that. “He’s still in there.”

“After you saw him?” You asked in shock, pulling back to look at her. She was a pretty thing, young too. Probably too young. Your friends always teased you for being the mother of the group but you couldn't help yourself. “Oh hell no. Come on, sweet thing.”

You pulled her towards the bathroom she had pointed out and pushed the door open. Three things happened at once.

Your jaw dropped. Brock Rumlow’s jaw dropped. Sharon Carter jumped to her feet so quick that she almost fell. You took a second to look over the scene and inhaled deeply, clutching Wanda's hand.

“This your boyfriend, honey?” You asked when you recovered your wits. Wanda was huddled behind you, gripping your arm tightly. At your words, she nodded. “This piece of shit?”

“Baby, it’s not what it looks like.” Brock wasn’t talking to your new friend. He wasn’t talking to the sweet, young girl that he had made cry. He was that kind of an asshole that he wasn't even bothered by her tears. “I can explain.”

“Explain what?” You asked coldly. You looked to her when she whimpered again. “Explain how you cheated on her? How you helped Steve’s girlfriend cheat on him?”

“Can we just go?” The girl asked, sniffling quietly. Brock finally paid her some attention, his eyes calculating. He was hedging his bets.

"Wanda, baby." He cooed and she looked up. You weren't going to let him hurt her again though.

“Or perhaps Brock? You could explain how you just left my side to get a drink ten minutes ago and this is what happened? After two fucking years?” You asked and Wanda clenched your arm tightly, looking up in shock. “How many fucking girlfriends have you got?”

"Hey, what's going on here?" Sharon's face fell when a new voice joined the fray and you wondered if she thought you would've kept her dirty little secret from one of your best friends.

"Stevie, baby-"

"Be careful trusting anything that comes out of her mouth, Steve." You warned. "Given that Brock's dick is the latest thing. Come on Wanda, let's get you home."

You managed to procure a bottle of water for Wanda and led her down the steps of the frat house. The pair of you took a seat on the sidewalk in silence. Wanda sipped from the water bottle, her phone in hand. She typed out a quick text and then placed her phone face down.

"I didn't know." She whispered and you shrugged at her before sighing. "He's my chemistry TA and he offered to help me catch up. I thought he was sweet."

"Yeah. I did too." You told her, crossing your arms over your front. You couldn't believe you'd been so stupid. You were supposed to be moving in together when the term ended. You had both applied for all of the same internships. You were an idiot. "It's not your fault. He's always been too charming for his own good."

"I don't care about him. I just want you to know that I didn't know." She insisted and you sighed again. You didn't hold anything against her. She hadn't cheated on you. She'd just been pretty and available. You had been working your ass off and clearly, Brock had been lonely.

"I know, kid. I know." You promised her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder when she shivered. "Someone coming to get you?"

"My step-brother, Bucky, I think. He didn't reply after reading it but he's like that." She told you and you nodded. A loud wave of music washed over you both when the door opened. Seconds later Steve dropped down on your other side with a grunt.

"You guys okay?" He asked. He shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over Wanda's shivering form before dropping his head in his hands. "What a mess."

"Sorry I said it like that." You apologized and Steve only shrugged. "Wasn't thinking."

"Would've hurt no matter how you said it. You guys want pancakes?" He asked and you shrugged looking to Wanda who mirrored your action.

"I think pancakes sound pretty good right now." Steve stood up and helped you both up after. Wanda texted her brother and side by side the three of you made your way to the Denny's nearby.

You all fell into a booth, squinting in the bright lights. It was silent besides when you were ordering and you leaned your head against the window.

Steve began to ask Wanda about herself. She told him about her classes and how she was finding her second semester of college. It was kind of hard to look at her. She was just a baby really, freshly eighteen.

The bell over the door chimed and then a shadow loomed over your table. Wanda's brother had apparently arrived, just as she had predicted. He nodded at Steve before turning to his sister. "You okay?"

"No, you want some pancakes?" She asked and he shrugged, taking a seat next to Steve in the booth. You looked up at him and he offered you a nod which you returned before laying your head back against the window.

Wanda filled Bucky in on the whole story, explaining everything from the moment she had arrived at the party he had asked her to. The one Brock had expected you to say no to.

A lot of things began to make sense in your head from the last month and you pushed your plate away when you began to feel sick. Steve took your hand over the table with a small frown.

"It's not your fault." He promised and you shrugged, embarrassed to find the tears falling down your face. "He's just an asshole."

"He is," Bucky spoke up. "A narcissistic piece of shit. I was his TA two years ago. Man, he really pissed me off, like all the time."

"Oh, I know you." Bucky had cut his hair and grown out stubble but he was definitely the TA you had for Intro To Pharmacology two years ago. The class you had met Brock in. “I was in that class.”

“You wrote the paper on ADME.” He clicked his fingers at you as the memory returned to him. “Then asked me to check it like it wasn’t perfect.”

You laughed and shrugged unwilling to admit that before you started talking to Brock you had been trying to get Bucky’s attention. He was hot, smart and older. You weren’t an idiot.

Well, you hadn’t been an idiot back then. Headstrong enough that you would’ve noticed your boyfriend cheating on you. Or so you hoped.

You dropped your head into your hands as conversation continued around you and then embarrassingly enough the tears started. You had hoped you’d be home before that much.

An arm wrapped around your shoulders and Wanda held you close as you sobbed. Steve rested his heavy hand on your arm and both of them attempted to shush you. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“I know.” You sobbed. “I know it will be okay but we were going to move in together and he’s applied for all the same internships and we share so many classes.”

You let yourself cry for two wasted years and when you looked up Bucky had a napkin held out for you. Steve and Wanda made the mutual decision it was time to go home and everyone stood up.

“You guys want a ride?” Bucky asked, spinning his keys around one gloved finger. You shrugged, sharing a look with Steve.

“We’ll walk. Could do with the fresh air.” Steve sighed. He shuffled up to pay, insisting on it being his treat for their shitty night.

“You know him?” Bucky asked and you frowned, looking up. “He seems a nice guy and all but you’re not going anywhere with him if you don’t know him.”

“He’s one of my best friends.” You told Bucky, chest warm with the no-bullshit tone he gave you. “I’m safe with him.”

“Give Wanda your number. Let her know when you get home.” He insisted and you shrugged turning to Wanda who held up her phone to show the battery was dead. “Give me your number.”

“I’ll be fine.” You sighed, taking his phone from his hand. “Steve‘s a literal giant. I think you’re the only person I’ve ever met with broader shoulders.”

“Yeah well, I don’t want some young college chick’s death on my hands because I let her leave with some drunk guy.” You typed your number, saving it under Brock’s Other Girlfriend with a wry smile and handing it back. Bucky sent a text and your own phone buzzed in your pocket. “The second you're safe in bed.”

“Give me a break Bucky, I’ve only been single for like forty minutes and you want me to text you while I’m in bed?” You asked and he groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Goodnight.” Wanda waved gently from under Bucky’s arm. “I’ll text you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, do. You sleep well, honey.” You watched them leave as Steve came to your side. Both of you watched as Bucky helped Wanda into the car before sighing in unison and leaving the diner.

Part Two

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I saw your request were open and I’ve been dying to send you this request. I was wondering if you could do a top F reader x bottom Wanda. Reader is an eternal and their also deaf. They first met Wanda after the wandavision events. They have a one night stand and Wanda finds one she’s pregnant (reader has a penis} so now they’re trying to navigate the pregnancy and their relationship. They agree to do parent but as time goes on they start to fall in love! Please add a bunch of smut and fluff! Maybe some angst please

Take Me Home

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Eternal, Fem! & Deaf! Reader

Summary: A one night stand changes everything for the better.

Angst, Fluff & Brief Mention of Smut. 18+ ONLY, Minors & Men DNI!

Warnings: Mentions of Drinking, Reader has a penis, Unprotected Sex, Oral (Wanda Receiving), Pregnancy, Pregnancy Talk, Mentions of Abortion | 2.5K

AC: Please know that I am not Deaf. So I write this purely on research, if I have said anything wrong or offensive, please kindly message me so I can fix it. I mean absolutely no harm. Reader communicates via sign language, so all conversations are in italics, this means they are signing and not verbally speaking. Thank you for sending this, although I didn’t include a full smut scene I still hope you enjoy this! x

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Two pink lines stared back at her while her heart skipped a beat. She knew it was true before she even took the test, tears filled her eyes as she remembered the events that took place in Westview. Now in hiding, the ex-Avenger only had herself to fall back on. It was the one time she decided to grab a hot meal at the local bar near her remote mountainside cabin in the woods of Sokovia when she met you.

You were having a few drinks by yourself when the woman sat only inches beside you at the bar. She was troubled, her sad presence screamed to you as you turned to her slightly and gave her a soft welcoming smile. She smiled back, even though she could barely bring herself to form the returning smile.

“Rough Day?” you asked in sign language. She nodded, “rough couple of months” she signed back.

“Here, let me.” You smiled once more before placing a $10 bill on the bar to pay for her drink, “it seems you need something good right now” you signed.

“Thank you” the woman smiled softly before taking a sip of her wine.

She intrigued you to say the least, you’d never seen her around here before and assumed she was new to the small town, if you’d even call it that. The small street of buildings was only built for loggers that worked high in the mountains; it had the essentials. A small general store for basic needs, a mechanic and hardware store, a bakery, a doctor’s office and of course the bar which also acted as a restaurant. A small population of 100 people lived around here, well, 101 now that you’d made a cabin home for the past three months.

You tried to go back to doing your own thing, having a drink, and completing the crossword puzzle in the newspaper but the woman’s running mind distracted your focus. You turned to face her only to notice she was already looking at you. Her eyes spoke a million words and suddenly you knew she wasn’t like anybody else in the bar.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” you asked. She was hesitant at first, taking another sip of her drink so she didn’t waste your money, but she nodded.

“Are you here for me?” Wanda asked while the two of you walked slowly down the single road street covered in snow. “No. I am just a stranger you met in a bar” you replied with a soft smile in hopes it would ease her worries. It didn’t take Wanda very long to work out that you weren’t like everybody else in this town, there was a different kind of communication between the two of you. She could hear your thoughts just as much as you could hear hers. Although you knew very little of the woman, you knew enough to know she was in pain.

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Wanda’s mind replayed that night after you’d walked her home. How her nails dug deeply into your back as your lips were interlocked with hers and the way you reach for the bedsheets as your tongue overstimulated her clit but more importantly, she remembered the way you made her feel and how she’d never felt the things you made her feel, how you were able to make her forget even just for that night how much she was truly hurting.

Those thoughts brought her back to the two pink lines staring back at her. “Fuck” she mumbled quietly to herself as she placed the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t having a moment while washing her hands that her twin boys that she missed deeply and how badly she wished to hold them just once more.

Wanda rang your doorbell, a blue light flickered throughout your small cabin to alert you somebody was at the door. Wanda was the last person you expected to be standing on the other side, even if you sensed it was her before you even turned the knob.

“Wanda how are you?” you asked, greeting her with a soft smile. She didn’t return the smile; her eyes were slightly puffy and red. “Is everything okay?” you asked.

“Can I come in? we need to talk” she replied. You nodded, moving to the side to allow her to walk into your home. “I’m really sorry to come here out of the blue” she turned to you as you closed the door behind her.

“Don’t stress, it’s okay. Not sure how you found my address but it’s okay” you chuckled in hopes it would lighten the mood, but it didn’t.

“I’m pregnant” she said, getting to the point. The news shocked you a little but explained why you felt she didn’t arrive alone. “I don’t expect you to do anything or even want to be a part of this. I just thought you had a right to know” Wanda added.

“It takes two to tangle, are you okay?” you replied trying to process the news. Wanda’s eyes filled with tears as she shrugged, “I d-don’t know, I made some mistakes that lead me to the reason why I even moved here” she explained, wiping the falling tears from her cheeks. You knew what she was talking about, you were an Eternal, of course you knew but you weren’t allowed to do anything about the events of Westview, and you didn’t ask too many questions about the situation.

“I don’t want you to worry about anything, I am here for you and the baby. Whatever you decide to do, I am here. If you want to keep it, we will work it out. If you want to have an abortion, I will be there to hold your hand” you smiled ever so softly before you reached to get her a tissue. Wanda looked you in the eyes, allowing you to hear all her worries and concerns.

You reached for her hand, “you’re not alone. We are in this together” you assured her. “We barely know each other. I do not expect you to step up like this” Wanda replied.

“Let’s start with meeting up for coffee, well, decaf coffee. How does that sound? We can get to know each other more and talk about what is on your mind and if you want to go through with this or not” you offered.

Wanda nodded as a light smile tugged at her lips, “I would like that, thank you”.

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As the weeks went on, you and Wanda met for coffee three times a week. Most of the conversations were about getting to know one another and sometimes Wanda would bring up a worry or concern she had. You never asked her if she had made a decision on whether she would be keeping the baby or not, you felt that was something she would tell you when she was ready.

Of course, one of Wanda’s most worrying concern was the baby’s health and what it meant for the baby to be born with the shared genes of a Witch and an Eternal. Both with so much power and abilities, it was something that Wanda couldn’t shake. This led to you telling her everything you knew about your abilities and powers.

“This baby is going to be more than a handful of surprises” Wanda smiled softly making your eyes widen with excitement.

“Does this mean you’ve made a decision?” you asked. Wanda nodded, “I want to have this baby. I want to do this with you and its okay if you don’t want to do this” she replied. You stood up from your seat and embraced Wanda in a hug, “I want to do this with you as well” you smiled as you both pulled away.

“I guess this means we have a lot more to talk about” Wanda smiled.

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You didn’t want to miss a single moment during Wanda’s pregnancy, it was a conversation that you brought to the table before Wanda asked if you’d like to come spend a couple nights a week at her place. You loved cooking for her every night and making her breakfast in bed when her morning sickness went away. After so many years of seeming almost everything, you never thought you’d find something so special again.

Life was growing in front of your eyes, you finally had something to be excited about once again. A new chapter was opening up for you, a new life, a life you never thought you’d be able to have so the thought never crossed your mind and Wanda could see just how happy you were. She saw the smile on your face whenever she caught you admiring the ultra-sound photo, she saw the sparkle in your eyes whenever the two of you had a conversation about the baby.

But for Wanda, it wasn’t the same. Although she was happy about having a baby, she couldn’t keep herself from thinking of her boys and how she wondered what they would think of a baby sibling. She wondered how they would react, she wondered if they would wish for a baby brother or sister, she wondered if they had their own name ideas to add to the list you and Wanda had slowly began to dot down.

“What were they like? Your boys” you asked Wanda one night while she was lost in thought. She looked at you and smiled softly at the thought of talking about her twins. “They were perfect. Tommy is my little prankster” she starts with a chuckle, “he was always getting himself in all sorts of mischief. Billy, he was the opposite. He loved video games and training our dog Sparky. Both boys loved their ice cream and movie night” the smile on her lips only grew wider as she talked more about the beloved twins.

“They sound like a lot of fun; you must miss them” you placed a hand on top of Wanda’s for comfort.

“I do, a lot” A tear rolled down her cheek. You could tell she needed a shift of conversation and offered to make her a banana split milkshake to fill her cravings.

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At six months, you and Wanda had grown closer. You were both wanting this co-parenting plan to work and began to look around for a home to move into together. The two of you would decorate the nursey together, Wanda using her powers to move the furniture around to save the hassle of you both burning yourselves out doing it. You went to every doctor’s appointment with Wanda and kept every ultra-sound photo they offered. Wanda loved seeing how excited and happy you were and as time went on, she found herself becoming more comfortable with the fact the twins weren’t here to share this new chapter with her.

“How did you book this place?” Wanda asked after the waiter seated you both. It was Wanda’s birthday and you wanted to do something special for her, so you booked reservations at a restaurant she’d been talking about a lot recently.

“I know the owner, they kind of owe me a favour” you replied before picking up the menu. Things had slightly been a little different between you both, usually you could hear each other’s thoughts and feelings but recently you had trouble connecting with Wanda that way. You thought maybe it was something to do with the pregnancy and maybe she just wanted that extra bit of privacy, so you tried not to think about it as much, but it was hard when you found yourself falling for her.

“This is certainly a surprise, thank you” Wanda smiled. You returned the smile but quickly used the menu to hide the blushing of your cheeks. This was a new feeling that you had no control over.

“Has something happened? Between us?” Wanda asked shortly after finishing her main meal, you shook your head before taking a mouthful of your drink. “Not at all, have I done something to make you think that?” you asked.

“You just seem a little distant lately, that’s all” Wanda replied.

“I’m sorry. I just thought that with only a few months left until the baby arrives that you might want some more alone time” you explained, not entirely a lie but a good enough excuse to stop her from thinking it was something more.

“You know, we have spoken a lot about myself over the last few months but you don’t like to share much. I am here for you like you are for me and if you want to talk about anything, you can talk to me. We’re in this together, remember?” Wanda said looking deeply into your eyes. You took another mouthful of your drink and deep breath before replying.

“I used to have a family and friends, but some went back to planet Olympia, some stayed on Earth and are trying to live a normal life, but I never felt like I fitted in anywhere. Not here and not in Olympia. I have been on my own for many years and I was getting tired of living this repetitive life. But when you said you wanted to keep the baby, everything changed for me. You have given me something new and exciting, a new life and I don’t want to ruin it because of something I can’t control” you explained.

“Why would you think you would ruin this? I would never stop you from being in our baby’s life if things didn’t work out with our plan” Wanda assured you.

“Feelings weren’t apart of the plan” you replied.

Wanda froze for a moment before she stood from her seat, you did the same thinking she was leaving but instead she walked up to you and gently cupped your face and kissing you deeply. You kissed her back, your hands resting gently on her lips, ever so slightly pulling her closer to you as you deepened the kiss.

“Take me home” Wanda smiled softly as you both pulled away for air.

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You woke up to find Wanda’s side of the bed empty, there was only one place she would be. You walked down the hall and there she was, cradling your baby girl back to sleep. The sight in front of you made you smile softly before you walked up behind Wanda, wrapping your arms around her and placing a kiss on her cheek. Wanda smiled softly, never taking her eyes off the little girl in her arms.

Your body moved with Wanda’s until the little girl’s eyes came to a close and Wanda carefully placed her back in her crib. She turned in your arms to face you, kissing you softly.

“I know it was your turn to tend to her, but I couldn’t help myself. She’s perfect” Wanda smiled. “Next time, wake me. I don’t want to miss a single thing” you replied before kissing her once more.

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smalls-words · 2 years

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Healing Hands pt. 2

Summary: You and Wanda explore the lines drawn in the sand, seeing what happens when you cross each other’s.

Warnings: blood, fighting, kidnapping, marking, taunting, Wanda and you being annoying little shits to one another.

A/N: This is a complete experiment btw. I have no idea where I’m going with this.

pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii, pt. iv, pt. v, pt. vi

*not my gif*

When you woke, you were surprised to find you weren’t tied down in chains in a dark dungeon. Sunlight shone through the window to your right whilst a bright blue sky held it up high, the air crisp and clear as it blew gently through the room. The dark green sheets of the bed were clean as they lay over you, a bedside lamp and a stack of the Harry Potter series sitting on your nightstand.

You slowly stood, noticing you were now dressed in a long-sleeve shirt and silk shorts. A few steps out into the small cabin, one that you weren’t quite sure wasn’t fabricated, had you taking a deep breath. You continued to venture through the house before spotting a set of stairs that led out onto the shore of a lake.

But when you reached the bottom of the stairs, you couldn’t walk further.

“What the hell?” You muttered, banging your fist against an invisible wall that soon turned a tinge of red.

“Uh-uh-uh, my healer.”

You turned around to see Wanda leaning against the door frame that led back through the living room. “You didn’t think it was that easy, did you?”

You shrugged. You weren’t trying to escape - just explore.

“Well, it’s not. And that mark proves it.”

“What mark?” You looked down at yourself - the shirt was plain, so were the shorts, so unless she…

“Oh yes. On your lovely hip.” She smirked as she heard your mind wander.

You pulled up your shirt to see her crown marked onto your skin. You tried to brush your thumb on it and remove it, but the slightest touch had your magic confirm it - it was a marking; the same meaning of a brand but with the beauty of a tattoo.

“You marked me?” You scoffed.

“Well, yes. I can’t have you leave, now can I? Everybody leaves, I’m tired of it.” She grumbled, sipping on her tea.

You sighed, looking out on the beautiful scenery in front of you. Just by the lake was a stunning willow tree in full bloom, its leaves swaying in the wind with such grace as they stemmed from branches like waterfalls from a river. A forest drifted off to the left, mountains to the right and behind you, trapping you with the witch since she took your Slingy too.

You liked your Slingy. It was a nice Slingy.

“I made breakfast.” Wanda stated and you walked back inside to see a plate of pancakes waiting for you.

“Um… Thank you?” You replied, unsure of what to say.

“You’re welcome.”

A few spreads to choose from drifted down from the cupboard whilst a blunt knife came to your hand. You took one look at Wanda before she shook her head. “I’ve eaten.”

You nodded your thanks once more before eating, tasting each mouthful carefully.

“I wouldn’t poison my healer.” She rolled her eyes, yours catching the tinge of black on her fingertips.

“It doesn’t matter if you did. I’m immune to toxins.” You replied, continuing your meal.

“So what if I did poison your meal?” She leaned down on the marble countertop, a wicked grin on her lips as if she would dare to do so next time.

“It would taste mediocre, but not as flavoursome as it could be. For example, if you make something very hot and poison it with cyanide, which is a very common poison, it would taste mild to me.” You explained before taking another bite.

“Hmm… I might have some fun with your taste buds then. We could make a game, call it Poison or Perjury.”

You shook your head at her dark humour, knowing how it always got you quite well. She smiled gently before her eyes flashed red, making the moment cease as she briskly walked down into the basement.

When you tried to follow her, you were met with the same blockade, but your mind sought to follow - at a high cost. You let your magic flow around your arm before you pushed through the barrier, only to be met with an excruciating burning sensation.

You pulled your arm back and saw nothing different, your skin unmarred. Your brain turned to confusion. How was the sensation there but not the mark to show for it?

You lifted your shirt to see Wanda’s mark slowly dull back to black, but you quickly spotted the reddened hue before it faded. You huffed, annoyed that she had blocked you out and potentially hid something from you.

“Healers need to know everything their patients go through, you know!” You yelled down the stairs.

*If you’re trying to say something, I cannot hear you that way.* Wanda’s mind spoke into yours, making you stumble back.

*How do you know I’m trying to say something?* You shot back.

*Because I can feel you. Instant mental connection, tracking, containment. The mark does it all.*

You pulled your shirt up and flipped off the mark before throwing the material back down, going back to your pancakes and not lifting your eyes when the witch came back up the stairs.

“I’m sorry about your arm. Are you alright-”

“I’m fine.” You snapped, daring her blackened fingers to comfort your shoulder.

Her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes glowed once more, her hand falling back to her side. “Do not snap at me, healer. Not when I’m being nice.”

You stood, glowing your own eyes. “Do not tell me what to do, Scarlet Witch. I sacrificed my future, my life’s work, to help you. I didn’t have to.”

“Your friends would have died had you not interfered.” She stepped towards you, your chests almost touching.

“At your hand. How many more lives need to be lost before you get it through your thick skull? Your children are not real-”

Red magic surrounded you before you were thrown across the room, the wooden legs of the table snapping beneath you. You felt your body constrict as Wanda controlled it, bringing you towards her with a flick of her wrist.

Dark, poisonous anger swirled within her stare, her grip on your tightening with every word. “My boys are real! I see them every night! In other universes!”

Your magic let your words expel from your lungs, surprising the dark soul within the witch. “They were made of magic. The very magic you’re using to try and take my power, America’s power. You will not have either, because I will not let you. Do you hear me, Scarlet Witch?”

She threw you down onto the floorboards, a deep cut in your head that seeped out blue blood.

“Blue? Seriously? You tried to fit your aesthetic?” She sneered.

You spat out a gob of it before you stood, limping on your sprained ankle. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

You looked down at your shirt, splatters of blood on it, which made you sigh. “Is there another shirt I can wear?”

“What if you went around the house naked?” Wanda smirked.

“Then I’d personally rather go down to the basement.” You gave her a false smile.

She rolled her eyes. “Your cupboard is full of them, healer.”

“I have a name, Scarlet Witch.”

“So do I.”

“Then bloody well use it!” You slammed the door of your bedroom, taking a few deep breaths before you went to change and get on with your day.

You had a feeling that a routine would be needed.

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You were happy in your little room. Sure, there wasn’t much to eat, drink or do, but you had the Harry Potter books. You were almost at the end of the Philosopher’s Stone before the door swung open, yet your eyes didn’t waver from the line on your page.

“What do you want for dinner?” Wanda asked with folded arms as she stood in the doorframe, cloak slightly drooping to the side.

When you didn’t reply, red wisps lifted the book out of your reach, which amused her since you were simply looking at it. Now that she had a look at you, you were wearing a new black long-sleeve with thin pyjama pants over your legs.

“What are you wearing?” She questioned.

“Clothes.” You bluntly answered, still looking up at your book.

“Why pyjamas?”

“I’m not leaving this place for a while, so why should I make an effort to look good?”

Wanda shrugged. “Maybe you’ll get a get out of jail free card.”

You scoffed loudly. “Pah! Sure. When your jailor has the spirit of the Scarlet Witch, you tend to not try to do anything drastic against her wishes.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “You also didn’t answer my question.”

You waved her off as you looked outside, the setting sun creating beautiful hues against the snowy peaks of the mountains. “Whatever you want, I’m not fussy. Besides, it’s all just energy.”

She had a thought to grip your chin and twist it to face her. So she did.

You grimaced underneath her grip, not trying to hide it in your mind since you knew you had no privacy there either. “What?” You spat.

“I have half a thought to not feed you.” She stated smugly.

“Then do it.” You dared her.

Her eyebrows relaxed before she let go of her magical hold. “Fine. No dinner for the healer.”

“Fine. Then the Scarlet Witch doesn’t get her heart healed faster.” You shrugged, grabbing The Chamber of Secrets from your nightstand.

Anger boiled her blood, paired with a fleeting thought of stomping her foot. She took a deep breath, which you watched, before her hands clasped together. “Y/N… would you like chicken curry for dinner?”

You smirked at her attempt at politeness, putting the book back down as you walked towards the door. “I would… Ms Maximoff.”

Her face fell flat. “My name is Wanda.”

“And I call my patients by their last name.” You patted her shoulder before going towards the kitchen.

She followed after you, her cloak catching the generated wind. You sat back as you watched pots and pans fly around the space, sauces and spices mixing in as she cooked magically. You could see a calm focus on her face, a note pad fluttering out within your grip.

“Why are you taking notes?” Wanda asked, watching your pen flutter across the page.

“Because I like to watch my patients in their comfortable spaces. See how they react to certain stimuli…” You threw a flick of magic at the pan in front of you, knocking it slightly but Wanda readjusted to catch its contents.

“Not funny, healer.” She glared.

You chuckled before writing down more. “I think it’s funny.”

She sighed annoyedly as she continued to cook, eyeing your notes with confusion. “What language are you writing in?”

You chuckled again. “That question never fails to come up with every patient. I write in Healeon, a language all Healers can understand, read and write. Anybody else, even the most powerful being…” You gestured to her. “Cannot read it.”

She raised an eyebrow at you. “Healeon? Did you just make that up on the spot?”

“No. Look for it in your little spell-book of shadows.” You mumbled.

“It’s called the Darkhold.” She corrected you.

You shrugged. “I know. Just seeing how you would respond.”

Wanda stiffened, now realising you were watching everything she did. “Why do you speak differently?”

“What do you mean?” You replied, putting your pen down and interlocking your fingers on top.

“At Kamar-Taj, you were very formal. Now, you’re… relaxed. Why?”

“Because the Master Healer needs to uphold standards. Here, I’m just regular ol’ Y/N, captured by a woman who wants to bend spacetime to her will.” You gave her a quick smile.

“Which you could, but that would eventually break this reality, and then what’s the point of doing all of that only to have an unsafe world to keep your fictional children in?”

Wanda’s lips thinned at the word ‘fictional’, glaring at you with enough force to kill you multiple times over.

“If you want to kill me, you’re going to need a bigger sword than eye daggers.” You remarked.

“Don’t talk about my boys.” She growled.

You whipped out your pad and wrote down quickly in Healeon, tucking it into its pocket dimension before you took the bowl she served you. You stayed at the counter, not really feeling like sitting on the couch, and Wanda surprised you when she stayed too.

“Don’t you have some witchy business to take care of? I doubt that cloak and suit are that comfortable.”

She glanced at you before focusing on her bowl. “I do. Downstairs.”

“Ah, of course. Goodnight then.” You stood, but magic snaked around your legs and held you in place.

“I did not say you could sleep.”

She brought you back by lifting you in the air, watching with an amused smirk at your un-amused expression. “Put me down.” You huffed.

She did so, putting you back in your chair, and you yawned. “What time is it?”

“10pm.” She replied.

You quickly ate the rest of your dinner before making your way back to your room. “I did not say you could sleep!” Wanda barked.

“Unless you want ‘your’ healer to poison your heart and turn your mind further down the road of madness, I suggest you let her get a good night’s sleep.” You grumbled, closing your door.

Wanda exasperated before making her way downstairs, seeing her spirit levitating above the ground. She did the same, shifting herself into the shadow of the figure before it consumed her, her mind crossing the dreaming plane to find her boys once more.

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A week later, a new day brought more of the same challenges. Wanda had work to do, work that was done downstairs, whilst you had to entertain yourself somehow. It was hard to do so when you could feel her magic in every crevice of the cabin.

It felt like oil on water, smothering your senses. Normally, you would be able to feel the energy around you, like from the sun or the earth. But with her veil, her shrouding power that existed upon the house, you could do nothing of the sort.

So you sat upon the porch, reading your Chamber of Secrets now that you had properly finished the first book. You just got to the part of bloodied writing on the wall before you felt a sensation on your hip, your shirt lifting to see the mark pulsing her scarlet hue.

You put the shirt back down, not caring about it, until it started to burn. You lifted your shirt once more, tempted to rip the cloth until you actually did. You glared at the painful mark before storming back inside, seeing Wanda standing at the top of the stairs.

The sensation stopped as soon as she saw you.

“What?” You grumbled.

“I just wanted to know where you were.” She shrugged, moving to the kitchen.

“It’s not like I can leave. You also have legs.” You shot back, attempting to go back outside until Wanda’s magic snaked around your legs again.

She brought you close to her and by your unamused look, she realised you expected this. She put you down on the chair across the counter and started cooking lunch, but you shook your head at her offer to make you something.

“Why not?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t eat much. Food is not what I need to function, and frankly, survive.” You answered.

Now that Wanda had a good look at you, she could see how low your energy was. Your eyes were half-open, a dullness in the parts of your irises she could see, whilst your fingertips weren’t rich with a redness of warmth and blood.

“What, uh… What do you need?” Wanda asked, now confused.

Why were you so different from the other sorcerers? Surely healer weren’t that different - juts a different branch of magic, right?

“Natural, pure forms of energy. Thermal and Electromagnetic are my most useful forms. They help me recharge quickly.”

Her puzzled expression was obvious to you as you sighed, explaining simply. “Heat and light.”

“But you were just in the sun.” She pointed at the open door to the porch.

You nodded. “I was, but I didn’t feel any of it. No heat radiating down on me, no UV waves revitalising my senses.”

Wanda looked down at her stirring pot before her eyes flickered red, making you sigh again. You stood up and made your way back outside, only to feel Wanda following you.

“So if you need to heal me, you need some sunlight or heat? To, uh, recharge your battery?”

You nodded quietly, closing your eyes as you rested on the porch chair. You felt drained - maybe you underestimated how corrupt Wanda had become. Maybe all this time, the mark was a syphon, slowly taking your energy every time it pulsed or burned.

You felt weak. It was something you had long since experienced, but it shook you to your core. It showed you what Wanda was fully capable of, even without trying.

But then your toes started to tingle.

You opened your eyes to see Wanda at the base of the stairs, facing the house, whilst her scarlet-encased hands fiddled with the boundary of your prison. She kept looking between you and the barrier, a determined frown of her brows showing you only two creases. The feeling of your energy returning, the tingles, started to rise up through your body, making you sigh softly in relief.

Your eyes were closed, but they stayed closed when Wanda’s fingertips caressed your cheek, her mind not paying attention to your racing thoughts as she thought you had fallen asleep. “I’m sorry for hurting you, Y/N. It was not my intention.”

As soon as she stepped inside, your eyes shot open but you stayed still, processing the interaction. A gentle smile appeared on your face as you realised what had happened.

The Scarlet Witch was not in control in that moment. Wanda Maximoff was.

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When dinner came around the night after, you watched as Wanda moved to an empty corner of the room. The tips of her fingers were still black, scarlet magic swirling around them as she altered the reality of the corner to make a fireplace.

She looked up at you and you timed your hiding smirk well with a sip of your tea made by the witch. When you brought it back down, your eyes darted up to see her in front of you. Her hand fell to your empty mug and lightly took it from your grasp, confusing you.

“I want you to start healing me.” She muttered as she stacked the mug in her dishwasher.

“Wanda, I told you, it takes a long time to heal your heart-”

Her head jolted up, eyes glowing. “I want you to heal me. Now.” She growled.

Your mind was so confused. One second she was calm, compassionate, and then the next she was cold, demanding.

“Go sit on the couch.” You ordered, watching her sit in her cloak and crown as your mind began to shift into focus.

“Change into pyjamas.”

She scoffed at you before a veil of magic fell over her, her suit being replaced by a similar set of pyjamas from your first day - a short-sleeve shirt, one that had a small hourglass emblem on the breast pocket, whilst silk green shorts stuck out from the bottom.

You sat down in front of her, her eyes widening at the sight of your healer robes appearing on your body. “Do you really need to wear that?” She scoffed, slightly amused but also impatient.

“No. Do you want me to?” You asked, taking her left hand in yours.

“No, I don’t.”

She watched again as the pyjamas you wore only moments ago reappeared. Her entire body was tense as your gentle touch smoothed over the skin of her palm, then the back of her hand, then along each finger until you lightly touched the blackened tips.

“What was the first damage to your heart?” You asked formally.

She looked up at your eyes to see how your basic blue colour had turned sharper, more crystalline in pattern along your irises and cerulean in shade. She chuckled darkly, hiding her nerves. “Don’t you remember, healer? Parental. I lost my parents when a shell fell on our house.”

“For that, I am sorry.” You stated, her mouth opening to speak again but you beat her to it.

“I did not cause it, but I am sorry you have to deal with that sort of pain. How old were you?”

She watched as blue patterns began to show on her hand, swirls dancing up and down her forearm before she answered. “Ten years old.”

She watched you falter for a moment, the swirls flickering, before they and you returned to normal. “A child should not experience such things. I am sorry.”

She observed your touch as it then came to flipping her hand over, revealing the lines in her palm. “Would you like to talk about it?” You offered, gently brushing your fingers over what palm-readers would call her heart line, stretching from between her pointer and middle fingers to the edge of her palm.

She raised an eyebrow at you. “What are you, my therapist?”

You chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through her body and sending chills to spike at her skull. That sound was so alluring, so enchanting. She wanted to hear it more.

“I am just a healer, my dear.”

“You’re not ‘just a healer’. You’re a Master Healer.” She corrected you and you smirked.

“You’re quite right.”

“Of course I am.”

You held back your next chuckle with pursed lips, the room falling into silence. Wanda watched as your small smile turned sympathetic, and she looked down at her arm when she saw the swirls of blue dissipate.

But they didn’t leave.

“What the hell?!” She screeched, wrenching her hand away from you.

You tried to grab it back. “Wanda, please, just wait-”

“What did you do to me?!” She howled at you, your body contorting as she lifted you.

“What did you do?!”

She gripped your throat, her other magic fading, and you were suddenly hanging from just her clutch. “It’s the first step… of healing! A connection to the wounded heart… it has to be formed before... before healing can begin!” You countered weakly, choking on your words.

She dropped you on the ground - not even on the couch a whole body width away from you - and stormed off. You sighed, rubbing your sore throat as you coughed a little bit.

Raging sounds came from the basement, of which you could only imagine was the Scarlet Witch throwing and smashing things, trying to remove your healer mark. You felt tired beyond imagination, the combined pressure of healing under an environment of chaos magic urging you to get some sleep.

You groggily stood, stumbling like a drunkard to your room before you locked the door behind you and collapsed onto the bed.

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Covered in oil and blood, Wanda landed silently in the gap junction, eyeing America, Christine and Stephen as he tried to open the Book of Vishanti. Her left hand called America to her by her hair, her legs swinging wildly above the ground whilst she threw a bout of magic at Stephen, destroying the book in the process.

“No!” Christine yelled in fear, looking at the possessed woman of her universe.

She tried to grab America from Wanda’s hands but Stephen held her back, eyeing the left hand of the witch. A smirk fell onto his lips before a laugh came out, realisation hitting him quickly.

“You haven’t killed Y/N! Wong is going to be so happy!”

“How do you know?” Wanda snarled at him.

He grinned at her, pointing to his own hand. “That’s a healer’s mark. More importantly, it’s her mark. She healed my hands far better than any surgeon, including myself, could have done. I remember those marks like… well, like the back of my hand.”

Wanda captured Christine and Stephen in her grip before forcing America to use her power, sending them to an unknown universe. Wanda then pushed her magic to influence America’s mind, the bright blue star portal focusing on her desired destination.

Her basement.

She threw her into the portal, waiting until it closed behind her before stopping her dreamwalk. She opened her eyes, back in her own realm, and looked down at America.

“We are going to have some fun, you and I.” She chuckled wickedly, locking the girl into chains on a stone pedestal like she was a real-life Vitruvian Man.

Pain flooded America’s system as Wanda began to take her power.

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Everything will be okay - Wanda Maximoff x f!reader PART II

Summary: Y/N proposes to Wanda and she says... no. That's when things get complicated, too much.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

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As you know me: Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. You should listen this song while reading. Believe me, you’ll understand. champagne problems - Taylor Swift. and Keep On Loving You - Cigarettes After Sex

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CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX - finaleㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

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Wanda's life was chaos ever since her twin brother died months ago. She felt torn inside, half of her being completely disappeared from this world. It felt like something had ripped through her body, leaving her in phantom pain. You know that... the pain that it feels like it's coming from a body part that's no longer there. Not anymore. Pietro was gone and wouldn’t return.

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But life was like a long, eternal ouroboros. The snake that eats its own tail, meaning the cyclical nature of things and the idea of the eternal return. As some things left, others arrived, and Y/N came into her life to make her a little happier, to make her smile little by little. NOT to occupy an empty place, but to teach Wanda that little by little it could be healed.

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Wanda would never have imagined that she herself would be the one who would end up breaking their hearts.

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You had a speech, you're speechless. Love slipped beyond your reaches and I couldn't give a reason… I never was ready, so I watch you go. Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'til someone's on their knees and asks you...

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Although she wanted to mumble some good excuse why she would refuse to marry Y/N, nothing came out of her mouth. Nothing good at least.

She was like a fish out of water, gasping for something coherent to come out of her lips. Just a shocked look, and her deep disappointment that would break the woman in front of her.

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Wanda shut the door with such strength that she thought she would end up destroying it. She threw herself in bed and snuggled against the soft pillow, trying to calm the anger she felt coursing through her veins, closing those slightly reddish eyes until they returned to her own color. The anguish took over her, closing her throat, sinking her deeper into the ocean.

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Tears soon fell down her cheeks; Wanda squeezed her eyes shut trying to stop them, but it was impossible. She couldn't even understand all that storm of mixed feelings inside.

She loved Y/N, but the fear she felt was paralyzing, it was heartbreaking. The fear of losing someone so important in your life again.

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How could she pretend to have a happy marriage with someone and then lose it? Like her parents. Like brother. Like her country.

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Perhaps it was better to end it once and for all, the best thing was to cut it right now before it was even more painful later. It was two beautiful years together but it was time to end it. It was just a nice relationship, nothing more.

It was just another relationship.

Wanda’s first serious relationship, but there was more, right? She couldn't get stuck on her first love forever.

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There was more to life than just your first girlfriend, and she knew that if she married Y/N, she would just… She would have only experienced that.

That was what Wanda tried to repeat over and over again, until she fell asleep in that huge and lonely bed.

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The next day was much worse. Still somewhat asleep, with a smile on her lips, Wanda stretched out her hand to caress her beloved Y/N after that horrible nightmare she had.

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“Detka…”

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But the cold of the sheets made her open those green eyes and came back into reality. Y/N left, last night after that horrible argument in which both ended the relationship. Forever. It wasn’t a nightmare. Reality hit her harder than Natasha's kicks.

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The phone started ringing, Natasha was calling to ask why the hell she wasn't down for breakfast before training. Wanda dragged her feet to go to the bathroom when she saw that shiny object in the trash can.

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She hesitated a moment before leaning down and taking the velvet box between her fingers.

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Your mom's ring in your pocket, my picture in your wallet. Your heart was glass, I dropped it.

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Tears threatened to fall again but she didn't let them this time. Wanda clenched her jaw, went to one of her drawers and left the box in it, get into the bathroom and wash away all the misery in her body.

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The weeks passed and Wanda told herself over and over that the best thing was to get away from Y/N, and try to heal her own heart. Natasha’s training were helping to clear her mind, even Vision approached to her so she wouldn't feel so alone. Everyone in the compound heard about their split and she was sick of it. Sick of hearing everyone say ‘oh, what a shame, they made a beautiful couple!’, ‘Oh well, Y/N seemed very much in love with her, but the witch didn't seem… you know?’ , ‘Have you seen her? She looks so wrecked.’

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Listening to the loud thoughts of people saying how awful it must feel to feel the love of your life abandon you, or to be rejected by her. Even if they spread the rumor she cheated on Y/N, and that's why the agent left.

Or that surely they ended because the sokovian witch was crazy, spending months without talking to anyone, locked in her room and surely Y/N did the right thing in getting away from her. Y/N deserved much better than her.

It was killing her inside, but she had to be strong.

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She would've made such a lovely bride What a shame she's fucked in her head, they said. But you'll find the real thing instead. She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred. And hold your hand while dancing… Never leave you standing.

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They didn't know how painful it was to get your hopes up with… with being good, and being able to be a hero, having a person who adores you, and she’s by your side and… suddenly losing everything.

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Wanda watched as Y/N walked down the halls with her head down, avoiding her at all costs, although from time to time she allowed herself to see her one last time, to see if Y/N was alright.

To know if the agents with whom she was talking tried to flirt with her. Maybe Y/N would fall in love again with one of those beautiful, strong, smart women who worked at S.H.I.E.L.D. Surely she would find a girl who was good enough to deserve her, that she would be a good wife and maybe a good mother one day.

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Of course she would, Y/N was… she was everything any girl could wish for. An lovely, kind, funny, romantic, passionate girl. She could blow your mind in a thousand ways, make you fall in love every day.

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Your mom's ring in your pocket. Her picture in your wallet. You won't remember all my champagne problems.

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Have you ever felt that everything you’ve done has been in vain? That the pain that squeezed your heart, that little by little made you weaker and slower, no longer had any kind of value.

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Wanda felt it right now, trying to hold on when Natasha reached over to help her up. Her heart weighed as much as the guilt she felt. It was burning, it was drowning her.Y/N gave her life, and she hadn't even been there to stop her.

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The pain suffocated her, she felt like destiny mocked her once again and this time she deserved it. It was a big 'fuck you, you're going to lose it anyway, but it’s because of you. Thanks to yourself, Wanda Maximoff.' Nat tried to hug her, but Wanda just made her way to that containment module, not caring about the agents in their stupid hazmat suits.

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“Y/N... Detka… oh, god.” The witch stopped in front of that rocky figure and brought her hands to the face of her beloved. The petrified image of Y/N, the cold of the rock in her palms made her shiver. So different from the warmth of her body when Wanda used to touch her.

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She used to tease her, cause Y/N was always warm.

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The cold fingers caressed the face of the agent until they reached the sides of the head, the red magic surrounding her, trying to read her mind but there was no response.

There was nothing.

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“Okay, tell me, what am I thinking about right now?” Y/N closed her eyes, unable to see how Wanda bit her lower lip. Completely mesmerized by her.

“About me.”

“I always think of you.”

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“I can't feel her!” Wanda cried, trying again but it was impossible. Y/N didn't give her an answer and that had never, ever happened. “Why can't I feel her?! Y/N… Malyshka, please! TAKE THAT THING OFF HER, SHE CAN'T BREATHE. SHE'S- SHE USUALLY SUFFOCATE IN CLOSED ROOMS, SHE CAN’T STAND IT. SHE- SHE'S SUFFOCATING!”

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Steve looked down at her, feeling his heart break. Natasha decided to leave her mixed feelings, to focus on taking Wanda and getting her out of that place, leaving the scientific agents to work on that scene.

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ㅤㅤ ㅤSOME TIME AGO...

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“Come here, love…” Y/N insisted, taking the sokovian brunette by her waist and pulling her. Her body against hers felt…right. Wanda giggled, trying to get away from her, but the agent's arms wouldn't let her.

They were both in the kitchen, enjoying a glass of wine while Wanda cooked chicken paprikash.

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Y/N wrapped her arms around Wanda's waist and began to move slowly, smiling when she saw her girlfriend hug her neck.

Slowly, began to dance to the song playing in the background. ‘Keep on loving you’ by Cigarretes After Sex.

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“And I meant Every word I said… When I said that I loved you I meant… that I loved you forever.” Y/N whispered those words to her with a cheeky smile. The devotion she felt for Wanda could be seen in her lovely eyes.

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Wanda bit her lower lip, smiling tenderly. She never felt so loved.

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“You're so damn cheesy.” She teased.

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“And you’re doomed.” Y/N smiled before leaning down to kiss her girlfriend lips. She was taller, that made Wanda melt. It was a slow kiss, so soft and at the same time so passionate. The witch's heart pounded so hard that she thought the agent would hear it.

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When they parted, the witch just smirked and fixed her gaze on Y/N’s while they slow danced, to the rhythm of that song.

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“Do you mean it?” the sokovian asked in a whisper. Was okay to ask that? They had many dates, they started quite a nice and soft relationship together. But maybe that question meant too much, and at a certain point, she was afraid to know the answer.

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However, Y/N smiled tenderly. Wanda loved when she did that, because Y/N’s eyes became so small, hiding in two adorable lines.

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“I love you, Wanda Maximoff.” She answered with honesty, that melted Wanda's heart. It was the first time that someone told her that she loved her in that way, a unique and sincere love. “I'll love you forever.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤPRESENT

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“The process is called Terrigenesis.” Doctor Cho explained, being listened to by that Avengers. They were all in that huge lab that Tony set up so they could study those who had been affected by the mist. Y/N and Jules, but also three other agents.

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“Apparently, Coulson and his team were looking into it for weeks, they came across a group of terrorists trying to make a mess with these crystals.” Maria Hill showed some videos that Coulson's send. “What we saw was the ‘Terrigen Mist’, a gaseous substance produced by Terrigen Crystals. It’s Kree. As far as we know the Kree used Terrigen Crystals and the mist they produced, to awaken the latent gene activating a genetic mutation, long time ago of course.”

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“You give us all this information now. Didn't you think it was important for us to know before something like this happened?" Steve said annoyed, fixing his gaze on Maria. Things had been tense since they got back from San Juan, especially between Steve and Tony.

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“Trust me, I thought the same thing. But then I realized that as much as we dealt with serious threats, they did what they could to prevent this from going global. And they avoided it.” Hill said, flipping through some images. “Just imagine this situation on a global scale, Rogers. Two out of ten people in the world would be like Y/N and Jules, right now after drinking soda or eating tuna. Their plan was to put these dissolved crystals in food cans.”

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A quiet room, Steve knew she was right, but Wanda just clenched her jaw in frustration.

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“The composition of a Terrigenesis cocoon includes Carbon, Nitrogen, Phosphorous, and Selenium.” Helen Cho added looking at the bodies. Both were being monitored by many monitors, constantly examined.

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“Apparently the stage of the cocoon is varied, quite a mistery. Many have gotten out of this in minutes, other days.” Banner explained as he pointed out some parts of that rocky structure. Yelena bit her lip to keep from insulting him. That ‘rock structure’ used to be her best friends.

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“We're not trying to break it, it could be dangerous for them… or us. We have theories that they will do it by themselves.”

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“Like a chick.” Tony tilted his head.

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“How do you know that?” Natasha frowned.

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“Because we know something is gestating inside, but we don't know if it will be them... Or if they will be alive.”

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“They are alive.” Wanda murmured. “I can feel them. I can't read her thoughts, but I know there's something there.”

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“As Wanda says, they’re alive.” Doctor Cho said again, showing them a series of medical examinations. “We have discovered some physical answers, thanks to the infrared camera. We had positive responses when we open the windows, the sunlight seems to help. They don't seem to like the dark, Julia is active on sunny days, but Y/N… seems to enjoy stormy days the most.”

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“It sounds like them.” Yelena finally added, though her face looked grim. She wasn't the annoying girl who was always saying something funny, she didn't even seem in the mood to fight Sam.

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“How do we know if they will be okay when they come out?” Natasha looked at her sister, then directed her question at Helen and Bruce.

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“We don't know that.” Bruce sighed and pressed his lips together. “But we know that whatever comes out of it... will be Inhuman.”

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“That stupid name.” Yelena muttered under her breath. She had heard that nickname from many agents, and none of them said it in a 'good way'.

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“So why were the crystals there? If they are so important, why did they leave them?” Natasha asked curious and somewhat worried.

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“That's what we’re trying to know, Coulson's team will handle it.” Hill nodded. “We don't know what the mist could do to Steve, having the super-soldier serum, or maybe they were waiting for Wanda. She’s our most valuable asset so far. But it has clearly been a trap, but not for mere agents. Or maybe yes, maybe they were looking for them. Maybe they were hoping to get guinea pigs, we don't know yet. Hydra is unpredictable.”

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“Have you tried to get them out of the compound? They are like an egg or a plant, water them, take them outside and give them some sun.” Tony said as he leaned back in his seat, playing with a tennis ball between his fingers. They all looked at him. “What? Do I have to do everything myself?”

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“You shouldn't even be here.” Wanda dared to reply in a low, husky voice. Her gaze showed the grudge she held for the man. “This is your fault.”

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“Excuse me, my fault?” Tony leaned into his seat. “Those are agents of S.H.I.E.L.D, they risked their lives because they decided to go on a mission. That's what they do, that's what we all do.”

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“That they might not have gone if you hadn't broken Y/N’s heart.” Yelena hissed, at Wanda annoyed.

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“That's not true, Yelena.” Natasha defended Wanda this time, who seemed hurt by the blonde’s words. “And you, Tony, admit once and for all that you played with that tech and it's gone wrong, again.”

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“I did it to save us!” Tony got up from his seat. “I gave Ross the plans, so he could have a place ready, a place to lock up those we can't contain.”

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“And they stole it.” Steve clenched his jaw, getting up from his seat. “You gave it to General Ross, items to control enhanced people.”

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“I gave it to him in case we needed to defend ourselves and contain alien threats!”

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“Hydra stole it and it's chaos again!” Natasha shook her head.

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Everyone started arguing at that meeting. The screams again and again filled the room, everyone against everyone. The only one who seemed to remain silent and bring her hands to her head was Yelena, who ended up exploding when she noticed that a loud beep was beginning to be heard in the room.

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“Hey!” Yelena yelled, drawing everyone's attention. “Shut up, damn it!”

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Everyone stopped when they heard her voice, the silence, everyone's embarrassment at realizing how they were acting were put aside when they all noticed that the beeps came from the monitors.

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The heartbeat became faster, and the infrared camera showed that the heat increased progressively.

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Banner got closer to see how after they had been silent, everything was back to normal. “Seems whatever's in there… doesn't like it when you all argue.”

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Even though he had acted like a total jerk according to Natasha's words, Tony was right about something and if whatever was in there, reacted to the open air, so they decided to move that containment module outdoors.

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The answer seemed to be positive, but nothing happened. ㅤㅤㅤ

“I don't know if this is… I don’t know if this will work.” Natasha broke the silence with her typical husky voice. She had sat in front of that module, hoping that one of the two would listen to her.

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According to Bruce, maybe they could hear them. Yelena joked -for the first time in a long time- that it looked like they were dealing with a big baby in the rocky womb.

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“I think it's kind of awkward, I want to talk to one of you and the other one might be listening.” Nat smiled a little sadly. “I'm not very good at expressing my feelings anyway. That's why I'm the one who kicks your asses every time at training sessions.”

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The silence.

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Only the chirps of some birds could be heard on that beautiful afternoon. The green tops of the trees behind them, the green meadow and the lake. It was indeed a quite beautiful and relaxing place.

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“Although you probably tell everything between yourselves. That's what friends do. I don't know much about friends, I started making them here.” Natasha looked down at her feet. “But I know Yelena misses you both. She doesn't talk too much, that’s really weird, but we all can see it. I can see it. She misses you both, so much. She no longer eats breakfast in the lounge, because she doesn't want to do it alone. She always did it with you, but of course I make sure she eats something.”

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A small sparrow come to peck at the ground, trying to find some small snack before quickly flying off.

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“And I don't deny that I kind of miss making your lifes harder.” Natasha smiled as she pulled up some little strands of grass, something she did as a child but had never told anyone.

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“Steve said that before what happened, you… Well, Julia said some words for me. I really don't know how to answer to that.”

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The silence. So cozy yet painful.

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“I'm sorry I was harsh on you.” Natasha swallowed hard and looked up, losing herself in the calm lake in front of her. She was talking to Jules, of course. “It wasn't your fault, you didn't deserve that. But what you are… it’s… something I don’t know how to-”

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Before she could say anything else, footsteps made the redhead turn to see who was coming.

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“Speaking to them?” Wanda approached slowly, keeping her hands in Y/N’s black leather jacket, sitting next to the widow. Wanda showed her a lunch box with some sandwiches, Natasha's favorites.

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“Something like that.” Nat smiled, seeing the sandwiches. “With both of them... It's hard not to feel like talking to one without feeling like the other is gossiping about everything I say.”

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They both giggled, looking at that figure out of the corner of their eyes.

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“I understand what you're saying.” Wanda looked down. “I have this horrible feeling that they both hate me right now.”

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“She doesn't hate you, Wanda.” Natasha sighed. “I don’t think ‘hate’ is in her. You know?”

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“She should do it.” Wanda whispered wistfully. “I don't even know how or what to do to fix it. Yelena was right, this is all my fault.”

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“Of course not.”

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“It is.” Wanda looked at Natasha, certain of her words. “Because she wouldn't have gone on that mission if we'd been together.”

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“Then other agents would be in her place, maybe Steve, maybe Yelena, maybe me. Wanda, you’re very good at reading minds and moving stuff with your magic.” Natasha reached out her hand to take her Wanda's. “But there's one thing you're not good at, and that's seeing the future or change the past. You know perfectly well that Y/N would never have turned down a mission like this. She would have been there whether you wanted it or not.”

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“I still feel like it's my fault.” The sokovian looked down. “I hurt her, I knew what I was doing to her and I didn't stop. I pushed her away, I broke her heart because I saw it… I saw it in her eyes, the exact moment I shattered it. But I never thought that it would bring me so much pain and misery. I was so terrified... to be loved like this. You know?” Her voice fading, she shook her head.

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“I am terrified of being loved in such a sincere and pure way. She was never selfish, she never hurt me on purpose.” Wanda sighed. “And it terrified me… to spend a life next to her, thinking that I would never deserve her. That she would realize that ten years later, we would have a sad, boring marriage…so different from the stupid sitcoms I love so much.”

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Wanda swallowed hard, trying to continue but it was difficult without feeling the urge to cry.

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“I hurt someone who didn't deserve it, and she could have died. How do you think that feels?”

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Natasha bit her lower lip for a moment, wondering whether to tell what she knew or not. There was silence for a few minutes, both enjoying the warmth of the sun against their faces until the black widow spoke again.

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“I’ve to tell you something, and you may be the only person who knows it.” Natasha felt Wanda's confused look on her. What would come out of her mouth would probably sound unbelievable and stupid, but she had to let it out once and for all. “I've been sleeping with Jules for three months.”

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“With…” Wanda glanced at the figure and then at Natasha, completely surprised at the revelation.

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“Don't tell Yelena.”

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“Wow…”

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“I know, you don't have to say it.” Nat rolled her eyes. “I was very vulnerable, she was there… and somewhat flirtatious. And she’s a beautiful woman, I am a beautiful woman. We had sex. That’s it.”

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“Interesting.” Wanda tried not to smile, she tried too hard not to smile.

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“Stop smiling like that, adults have sex, Wanda. Just get over it.”

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“I'm sorry I can't help but think about it and... wow.”

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“Oh, fuck you.” Natasha grunted and gently pushed her friend away, making her laugh a bit. “Anyway, apparently she started to feel like there was something more going on so…I told her to fuck off.”

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Natasha shook her head and sighed. Wanda just kept silent.

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“Not in a nice way either.” Natasha narrowed her eyes. “I was colder than usual, if that's possible.”

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“Colder than usual? Wow. That does surprise me.”

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The redhead just smiled sadly.

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“So you've done the same stupid thing that I did."

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“Something like that, the difference is that I made it clear that I didn't want that from the beginning, Wanda, unlike you.” Nat defended herself.

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“Fuck you, Natasha.”

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“Yeah, you too.”

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“She seems like a nice girl.” The brunette made a face and fixed her gaze on the lake. “Although sometimes I was jealous cause I thought she had feelings for Y/N, now I understand everything, it was you. Not Y/N.”

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“Steve told me that Jules said a few words to me. He said that ‘I shouldn't live in the past, couldn't tie me down forever.’ And I haven't stopped thinking about it... I don't want pain to dominate my future. I have a family now, a beautiful dysfunctional family like we all are.” Natasha's green eyes were lost in the lake too, seeing how some ducks took the opportunity to go down and bathe. Natasha took one of the sandwiches that Wanda gave her and took a bite, her eyes fill with tears.

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“You should listen to her, Nat. She's right.” Wanda's soft voice. There was a short silence before she spoke again: “Steve said that Y/N loved me before she…was gone. And the last thing I said to her was 'then go away at once'."

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Tears formed in her big green eyes again but this time she allowed herself to let them go.

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“What if she's never the same again?” The redhead allowed herself to finally cry, letting go of all those feelings, all that pain.

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Her friend didn't say anything, she just stroked the witch's back slowly, hoping that taking it out on her like that would make her feel better.

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Two weeks passed since Y/N and Jules arrived at the compound and there was no sign that they would be back to normal. Despite Wanda's insistence that they should investigate further, they also had to continue training and searching for Rumlow.

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Wanda now slept every night in Y/N's room. After taking a nice hot bath, she changed into her pajamas which was one of Y/N's oversized t-shirts. Specifically her favorite.

The green-eyed girl snuggled into the covers and she hugged the brunette's pillow, inhaling Y/N's scent on it, that slowly began to fade.

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With her eyes closed, the sound of crickets outside and the last notes of her scent. Everything felt 'like her' but it wasn't there. The emptiness inside her grew more and more.

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“I wasn't ready but I am now.” She whispered, opening her eyes as if she was going to wake up from that nightmare and find Y/N there. As if she asked the universe for a wish, and it would grant it. Like all those movies and sitcoms they watched together, where love was stronger than a big mistake.

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But Y/N didn't show up that night, or the next, or the others. Wanda's heart sank in sorrow and despair, and although the avengers attempts to cheer her up were constant, there was nothing that mattered more to her than knowing that Y/N was okay.

Although Yelena was mad at her, she stopped being so harsh when she saw that Wanda was also suffering, and they both shared that pain. Vision tried to cheer her up, but the witch avoided all contact with him. He was a good friend, the Mind Stone united them in some way, but Wanda could only see him as a friend, perhaps a very naive friend.

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With a small tea flask and a book, Wanda approached that containment module. The sun's rays shone directly on the rocky structure, providing it with heat and the necessary vitamins.

Weeks of study shown that being outside was good, vital signs showing improvement and although it seemed like good news, there was no answer yet. There were no breaks in that cocoon and everyone was starting to get scared. Perhaps they were still alive, but the activity was zero. Zero brain activity meant... something much worse.

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“Hi, detka. Hi, Jules.” Those words came out like a very soft whisper from her lips, while she took a seat in front of them.

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Wanda smiled when she noticed that all kinds of beautiful flowers began to grow around the module and inside it. Beautiful and colorful orchids, daisies and small flowers could be seen but the sokovian couldn’t identify. “I don't know which one of you is doing this, but it's gorgeous... Very beautiful.”

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The green-eyed girl took advantage of her free time in the warm sun to drink some tea, before opening one of her new books that she never been able to read.

Wanda smiled at the memory of her and Y/N walking in one of the city's lonely old bookstores, finding quite interesting books among dusty shelves.

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But when she opened the book, a small sheet of paper fell out of it onto her lap. Surprised, Wanda took that mysterious paper in her hands. That calligraphy made her hands tremble.

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'Love of my life, love of all my lives...

If you're reading this it's because you're about to dive into a wonderful new story and it's a fascinating time.

Sometimes I think that one of the few ways to endure this painful existence is to lose ourselves in wonderful stories, literature frees us from constant agonies, inviting us to explore different worlds. As if they are opportunities, let us get into the shoes of thousands of characters and live thousands of adventures it’s quite extraordinary. Don’t you think?

What a pleasure it is to see you sink and swim in a completely different world, what a beautiful pleasure it is to see you enjoy it, what a beautiful pleasure it’s to witness those wonderful green eyes sail in an ocean of words.

I know it's been a harsh life, I know a lot has been taken from you, Wanda. But I hope that little by little - very little by little, tiny turtle steps, take your time - everything begins to settle down. To be better. To heal.

Because you deserve to be happy.

Because your heart deserves to beat hard, until you think it's going to jump out of your chest. And love, and smile, and cry.

Because you deserve to feel.

Because you deserve to be loved, in a crazy and passionate, devoted, and sincere way. That’s how I love you.

I hope you let me be that person by your side who -in some way or another- always makes you smile. Always make you feel.

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Enjoy your book, my love… And the small specks of serotonin, adrenaline and even those that give you distressing moments, because reading is a fascinating path.

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I am here with you, forever. I love you,

Y/N.’

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Wanda didn't know when the tears began to fall again. Her lips trembled so much that she couldn't hold it back, letting out a sob that she was thankful no one could hear.

She remained silent, trying to heal the pain in solitude, hugging that letter against her chest as if it were the only thing left in her life.

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“I miss you, moya lyubov.” She whimpered, sobbing. “It's been two weeks, barely two weeks and it feels like an eternity."

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Wanda dried her tears and put that book aside.

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“Maybe I'm a bit dramatic.” She swallowed hard, wiping away her tears.

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“You said you loved that about me.” She let out a tear-choked giggle.

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Biting her lower lip as she reached for that square, small, and oh-so-important object in her pocket.

That scarlet velvet box contrasted with the paleness of her hands, and the rather worn dark polish on her fingernails.

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“It’s a yes. I say yes, malyshka.” The brunette looked down at the small box, opening it herself and admiring the beautiful ring in it. That disastrous night she had not even taken the time to see it.

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It was so delicate, really beautiful and detailed. But that stone caught her eye, her birthstone and her favorite color.

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“I do.” Wanda smiled sadly and took one of her hands to the stone so she could caress it, feeling the icy rock against her hands.

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Wanda closed her eyes for a moment, hoping to feel her, but there was just nothing. Just the cold rock, again.

Completely disappointed, she brushed her hand away and stepped back, ready to walk away when a small sound caught her attention.

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Crack.

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That sound again, now followed by the constant beeping of the monitors that controlled those two girls. Wanda stepped back in surprise, watching the screens go crazy.

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Steve, Natasha and the others left the Compound as fast as they could, approaching that place to witness what was happening.

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“What happened?” Banner walked over to the machines, trying to understand the biological response to everything he was seeing.

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That sunny day seemed to be clouding, as if it was taking away all the warmth that the sun offered.

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“Heart rate is increasing, it’s too high... 289 per minute.” Doctor Cho exclaimed in complete despair, I couldn't understand anything that was happening. “The temperature is exceeding 47°C/116°F, this would be killing a normal person or leaving severe brain damage. We need assistance!”

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But before anyone said anything else, to everyone's surprise, that rocky figure began to crack again, revealing one of its eyes… brown eyes. Fiery dark brown eyes.

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One of the machines made a horrible pitching noise, short circuit, the electrical tension of the place dropped considerably. The lights flickering, the noise. Another of the monitors ended up exploding, and a bolt of lightning made the entire ground shake.

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Wanda brought one of her hands to her lips, surprised. Steve swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect. Natasha felt her body tense.

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The dark rock began to fall like fragile porcelain until both women were fully exposed, freed from that rough, inhuman prison.

Feeling like were being reborn, as if the warmth within that rock had been lifted like a veil, exposing them to a painful, icy world.

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Y/N looked up from her, a look completely unreadable and cold. Pupils wildly larger than normal. Y/N’s hands were shaking, and her senses told her to stay alert.

The sky suddenly darkened, a storm was coming.

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“Detka…” Wanda smiled widely, the tears fell again but now of happiness. She was about to move forward, run to Y/N to hug her when Natasha took her arm. For Wanda and the girls' safety, it was best that she wait.

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“Y/N… Jules… it’s us.” Natasha told both of them, who seemed quite unsure of the environment around them. “Everything is okay, we are at the Compound. We already left San Juan...”

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“You’re safe. There’s no longer any danger, I know how difficult it is to feel that kind of fear, the danger of losing your life and waking up some time later.” Steve took a step forward, noting that neither of them was backing down now. “But I assure you, everything is okay here. We want to help.”

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“Please let us help you.” Natasha added.

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“It's all right, detka.” Wanda smiled, nodding her head.

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Y/N's breathing was ragged, her heart pumping so hard it was sure to explode. A thunder was heard on that cloudy afternoon, a black cloud hovered over the compound.

She nodded somewhat doubtfully and really dizzy, she once again trusted the word of those three people in whom she always trusted with her life.

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But when Y/N was about to take a step forward, a group of agents arrived in the area and formed up behind Steve, aiming directly at both of them.

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Y/N's eyes widened, Jules just hid behind the taller woman, not understanding what was going on. Terrified, again.

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“Y/N what's going on, what are we doing here?” Jules whispered terrified, looking around her. The horrible noise, the ringing in her ears, the girl put her hands to her ears trying to stop it. “Make it stop, please. Please, please, please! It’s hurting me!”

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Hearing those screams, the agents pointed directly at Jules now. The tension in them was visible, almost as much as Steve's fury as more agents arrived in the area.

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“STOP!” Natasha yelled. “Don't shoot!

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“STAND DOWN.” Steve ordered, worried about the agents' reaction. “EVERYBODY STAND DOWN.”

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“Who sent you here?” Captain America asked one of the higher-ranking agents in that group.

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“There’s a threat in the compound.” The agent answered, swallowing hard. He respected Rogers, but orders were orders.

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“Who… sent you?” Natasha hissed.

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Wanda's eyes turned red when she saw the agents take aim at Y/N, who seemed increasingly nervous. “Put your guns down now.” She said she with that sokovian accent and hoarse voice.

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“Wanda… Don't give them what they want.” Steve stepped in, then turned back to the agents. “All of you, lower your weapons right now.”

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Y/N stood in front of Jules, ready to defend her from any kind of threat. The agents kept aiming, but after a few moments, they lowered their weapons. The stormy wind that was beginning to swirl seemed to calm down.

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“We won't hurt you.” Steve assured them as he tried to approach Y/N again, raising one of his hands in surrender. Showing them that there was nothing to fear. They were their friends.

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“Maybe you don't, but... What makes you think that… I won’t?” Y/N swallowed.

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Her eyes fell on each person in the place, so fast, she was quite freaked out.

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“They were our friends.” Jules whispered, beginning to remember.

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“I feel like… my heart is in my head.” Y/N brought one of her hands to her chest. Another lightning bolt illuminated that dark afternoon. “Everything is throbbing so hard. Beating. In my heart, in my mind.”

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She sounded desperate.

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“We will help you. Both of you, moya lyubov.” Wanda assured her, taking a step forward. Leaving that defensive position to focus on Y/N, make her feel safe. The sokovian knew how she felt, she had been in Y/N's shoes before.

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Beginning to trust, Y/N nodded slowly and swallowed hard. The first step she took out of that containment module made Steve nod and sigh in gratitude.

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“Stay in the cointainment module, agent Y/L/N! Is an order!” The deep voice of Secretary Ross was heard, who arrived with more agents behind him.

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“Ross, I advise you to stop.” Steve moved quickly to get in his way.

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“No one is going to get out of there without my authorization.” The agents raised their weapons again, aiming at the two women. “If someone interfere, will be punished. You both, stay there.”

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The avengers who were there were about to contradict his words but Y/N's voice caught the attention of everyone.

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“Or what?” Y/N growled, a cold gaze kept on the man. “You think you can contain me here?”

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Ross pressed his lips, rising his chest to show bravery. “I'll do whatever it takes.”

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“Try then.”

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“WHOA WHOA WHOA!” Banner stood between both sides, looking for an agreement between both parties and that nothing would end in something they would regret. “Why don't we calm down?"

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“We are not the one pointing the guns.” Jules hissed, coming out. She felt much confident now, and she didn't know why..

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“Hale, you're not helping.” Nat looked at her.

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“Ms. Romanoff is right. I advise you to keep your mouth shut, Ms. Hale. You are not in the best condition to speak.”

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“Please, everybody calm down. This party is getting wild. Ross, Let's talk inside.” The voice of Tony Stark was heard who had suddenly appeared. Everything seemed really a scandal.

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“What's your name, Sir?” Y/N tilted her head, looking at the Secretary Ross. She didn't even care what Tony said.

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“Secretary of State Thaddeus E. Ross.” He scoffed.

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“Speak to my friend like that again and you'll feel a category 5 hurricane wipe your ass off the face of the earth. And I'll make sure they put your name on it.” Y/N smiled slightly sideways, a bit wicked. A rumble was heard in the sky again, causing the agents to clutch their weapons. A huge bolt of lightning struck near the agents' cars.

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Tony stepped forward. “Stop. Y/N, Jules, go inside. Ross, let's talk please. Stop this violent act, you promised me we could make a deal in a civilized way.”

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“Tony, what are you doing?” Natasha didn't seem surprised at all. She suspected that those two have been involved for a long time.

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“That's exactly why I'm here.” Secretary Ross sighed heavily, ordering the officers to lower their weapons, which they did. “The Sokovia Accords-“

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“The Accords just want to lock us up.” Wanda muttered under her breath.

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“Oh, dear. If I lose two thirty-megaton bombs like those girls, believe me, there will be consequences. Commitment. Security. This is how the world works.” Secretary Ross remarked, looking at Steve now.

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“They just woke up from whatever they were in.” Tony insisted, trying to win the battle with his incredible charisma. "Let them think... at least give us tonight."

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They all fell silent waiting for Ross' answer. Y/N took her best friend's hand, feeling how Jules trembled. Neither of them understood what was happening, but both felt inside that something had changed and neither knew how to understand it.

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“You have until tomorrow afternoon. Accept the Sokovia Accords, sign them. All of you. S.H.I.E.L.D can no longer protect you all.” The old man gave them one last look before leaving.

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