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Can I request a celebrity AU with Elizabeth Olsen and Female Reader? Where R is Vision in the MCU. And like throughout a series of interviews and behind the scenes shots, you can see how the two actually fall in love in real life. And in like the final interview they ask “Are you two dating?” And this time they can finally say yes
Hello darling, how are you? I hope well. This took me a while, and i’m not sure you’re even going to like it. But i hope you do. It was honestly kind of strange to write for Lizzie, i kept mistaken the name as Wanda. Also, i changed your idea a bit, because i could find the right way to write the interviews. But anyway, here it is. Good reading.
Elizabeth Olsen x Reader - Love is outside the screen
Summary: The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen.
Warnings: None.
Words: 4.308 words //// Read on AO3
Marks: @wandamaximoffpuppy
Part. 2 || Part 3
Eight years ago
Your agent was calling you for the third time, and you thought you should answer before you lost your contract.
Letting out an impatient sigh as you reached for your cell phone, you left it on speaker.
- Hello, Sara. - You say with a slight irony as you relax your body in the water of the jacuzzi again.
- It's not polite to ignore someone who keeps you employed. - she said irritated, making you laugh.
- Sorry, but I told you I was on vacation. - You reminded her. - And what did you keep doing? Oh yes, calling me.
- Don't be so grumpy, woman. - She replied with a light humor in her voice, and you could hear the clatter of keystrokes, suggesting that she was working. - I have an opportunity for you.
You raised your eyebrows in curiosity, but said nothing. And by your silence, Sara kept talking.
- Tell me, have you ever thought about being a superhero?
You let out an incredulous laugh, thinking it was a joke.
- I'm not going to make any weird latex movies, Sara. - You warn her, and she lets out a laugh.
- Actually, honey, it's Marvel.
You blink in surprise, and then turn to rest your arms on the edge of the jacuzzi and look directly at your cell phone.
- What are you talking about?
- Ah, caught your interest, huh? - She remarks. - You actors are all the same, one famous name and you fall to your knees.
- Sara...
- No, it's okay. - She giggles. - They want a openly queer actress to play a lesbian heroine, I think. And then they called me.
- Wow, Marvel doing something like that? - You comment. - It sounds like a lie.
Sara giggles.
- It pays well anyway. - She says, and then a notification pops up on the screen. - I just sent you the script. Let me know if I can confirm your audition.
You let out a sigh before saying goodbye and hanging up, grabbing your cell phone to read the script.
It is the scene description of your character's appearance, and there is also a note for the chemistry test. You bite your lips thoughtfully. You were known in the media for roles in international, indie and cult films, mostly lesbian romance. You had a few academy nominations, and had been awarded twice by the critics. Superheroes were not really what you were looking for. But then you remembered how much you missed having a lgbt reference in media like this, and then you are sending a message to your agent confirming your audition.
//-//
Present
You are twiddling your thumbs in your dressing room. It must be the ninth interview in less than two weeks. Letting out a sigh, you stand up, momentarily looking at your appearance in the mirror. The make-up team did a good job, you look well. And then you are walking outside, to the dressing room next to yours.
You knock on the door, and are soon answered. But Elizabeth doesn't smile when she pulls you inside.
- Hey, Lizzie, what's up? - you ask worriedly as you close the door. The next second she's hugging you tight, and you sigh. - You're anxious, aren't you?
- I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my mouth. - She grumbles and you start stroking her back, trying to calm her down.
- Remember that exercise we practiced, okay? - You ask her tenderly as you move your feet so that you move together toward the sofa in the living room. You break the embrace slowly, to sit Lizzie down on the couch as you kneel in front of her. She looks on the verge of tears, and you place your hands on top of hers. - Breathe with me, okay?
It will take you many minutes to calm her down, but you don't care. And then she smiles, and brings your foreheads together.
- Thank you. - She whispers before kissing you. She walks away too quickly in your opinion, but you can't say anything because the producer is calling you next, announcing that the interview starts in two minutes. You smile at Liz before getting up.
//-//
Seven years ago.
You had just finished filming your last scene in Age of Ultron when your agent called you. Scrolling your finger quickly across the screen, you answered while your cell phone rested on the table in your dressing room, and you kept your hands busy trying to pin up your hair.
- I'm leaving the studio, Sara, what's up? - you told her.
- I wanted to congratulate you on the affair, although I'm surprised it happened so quickly. - She says and you frown in confusion, finishing up with your bun. You pick up your cell phone next.
- What are you talking about?
Sara giggles, and sends you an attachment. You pull your cell phone away from your ear to look at it. It is a photo of you and Elizabeth, your teammate and romantic partner in the franchise, taken the same day you discovered Liz had social anxiety and took her out for coffee with you to take her focus off the celebrity world for a while. The paparazzi managed to capture the exact moment when you kissed her on the cheek in farewell.
- This is all over the gossip sites as Marvel's mysterious romantic couple. - Your agent commented, and you rubbed your fingers across your forehead in irritation.
- You want me to publicly deny a relationship, is that it? - you ask, walking around the dressing room and gathering your things.
- What? No! This is great for advertising. - she says with slight excitement in her voice. - Especially after the movie comes out! Fans love couples who fall in love behind the screen.
You roll your eyes, switching your cell phone to your ear.
- I'm not going to make a relationship contract if that's what you're thinking! - You say with irritation and can imagine Sara rolling her eyes on the other end of the line.
- Yes, yes, we've been over this, Miss Morally Correct. - She scoffs lightly. - But I really called to talk about the premiere. We have details to discuss.
Sighing, you ask her to wait. Then you finished putting your things away, and grabbed the phone as you walked out the door.
//-//
Six years ago, California
Interviewers can be motherfuckers when they want to be, you thought as you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your face impassive as you watched the woman in front of you list the "missed moments" from the Avengers set. You knew that your agent had talked to the show's staff about the authorized questions, and yet here you were on live television, having to declare whether the timely photos taken on the Avengers set meant that you had a secret relationship with your best friend Elizabeth Olsen.
A slideshow was playing on the screen behind you. There were pictures from the footage, many where you and Liz were laughing together, or having lunch together. There were some where she was sitting on your lap, or vice versa. Your expression softened when you noticed one where she was looking at you adoringly. It was so strange to be an artist sometimes. You smiled politely at the presenter.
- Come on, Ellen, you know how these things are. - You said. - Things are different on camera, Lizzie and I are friends.
The audience let out a chorus of displeasure, and Ellen laughed lightly.
- You know that many of the fans would like this rumor to be true, especially since you two play a couple and you are openly queer. - She says, and you wiggle your fingers in your lap, uncomfortable with where this conversation is going, but you nod in agreement. - Furthermore, you say that the paparazzi cameras are deceiving, but what about the stories you post on your personal networks?
She asks with a chuckle, and then other videos are playing on the screen, and you force yourself to smile and watch.
The vast majority are harmless, and platonic. You spend a lot of time at Liz's house because when she moved in, you were her reference and tour guide, and so you got into the habit of checking up on her. And then you became friends and you spent more time at her house than at yours.There were many videos and pictures on yours and her instagram where you two were tending a garden, playing board games, cooking together, or watching sports. You bit back a smile as you watched the memories through the images.
- See?It's hard to believe that this is just platonic. - Ellen insisted again, and the audience laughed. You tried to cover it up with a smile. - But since you claim to be single, we're going to play a game now. It's called "Who Would You Rather?
The audience applauded and you giggled, straightening your posture in your chair. And then the studio screen had a sign with the name of the game.
- It's very simple, you just have to choose which of the artists you would rather. - She explains, and you blink.
- Rather what?
Ellen lets out a giggle, and you understand, nodding in embarrassment. The audience laughs. The picture changes to two pictures.
- Who would you rather, Scarlett Johansson or Chris Hemsworth?
- Wow, that sounds like a trap. - You comment awkwardly, making the audience laugh. And then you bite your lips. - I think Scarlett.
Ellen gives you a suggestive look, and the audience chuckles, you force yourself to imitate them. The picture changes again.
- Scarlett or Sebastian Stan?
You laugh, smoothing your hair slightly.
- I don't know, I think Seb. - You answer. And then the picture changes again, and you want to run away when the audience gives a chorus of excitement.
- Sebastian Stan or Elizabeth Olsen?
- There it is the trap. - You comment clumsily, causing the audience to bust out laughing. You swallow dryly and look down at your lap before saying. - I'd say Elizabeth Olsen.
You played for a few more minutes, and then the game ended with you choosing Elizabeth at the end, which got the audience cheering and celebrating. When the interview was over, Sara was calling you, and you were massaging your forehead when you answered.
- I thought you said you two weren't dating. - She teased, and you grumbled in irritation.
- I thought you had discussed these matters with the staff. - You retorted, slightly irritated. - She only asked me about Lizzie and dating the entire interview.
- Honey, you're America's sweet couple. - She sneered. - Ellen wants viewers and will ask the questions that the audience wants to know.
- That's ridiculous. - You said and then sighed. - Why did you call me anyway?
- I have your new shooting location, so get your coats and jackets ready.
//-//
Six years ago, Berlin.
You are laughing at Anthony's imitation of Robert. Sitting in the shared dining hall, you were having a good time over lunch with your other colleagues while you were recording Civil War.
And then you were in scene again, many minutes later, and you found it strange that the nervousness was crossing beyond your character during a specific scene in which you were counteracting with Elizabeth.
You saw her laughing at a comment your character made, and you should have this expression of surprise and embarrassment, but you didn't even have to act it out. Your cheeks reddened naturally at the image of Liz laughing. And then the director said cut when you were done and you were rushing out to clean up your makeup.
Later that day, after the shoot was over, the team wanted to visit a local pub, and you accepted the invitation, ignoring the previous event, and smiling when Elizabeth touched your arm to get your attention.
- A toast to the Avengers! - shouted the camera crew chief when you were all gathered at the bar, you thought maybe he had had too much to drink, but you joined in the toast.
You stood next to Lizzie and Chris at a table while sipping a dark drink that might have been craft beer, or something German.
Your cell phone vibrates with a notification and you choke in surprise at the content of the message. Sara had sent you a note from TMZ, stating that your secret romance with Elizabeth Olsen was threatened because you had been seen leaving a coffee shop with Katie McGrath.
Chris and Lizzie look at you curiously, and you just lay your cell phone down on the table for them to see while you turn the entire glass of beer in your mouth.
- Wow, so your type really is super heroines. - Chris commented with a smile, and you laugh, pushing him away slightly.
- I swear, I can't be seen talking to any woman that she is automatically my girlfriend. - You say irritated as you put your beer glass back on the table. Your gaze returns to Lizzie, who has picked up your cell phone from the table and is reading the news. Then she hands the phone back to you, and gets a strange look on her face that you can't read very well, but she forces a smile.
- At least you cheated on me with a pretty girl. - she says and you frown in surprise. Chris laughs at the joke, but before you could have any other reaction, the rest of the team is joining you.
//-//
Five years ago, California.
You gave up fighting the questions about your relationship with Elizabeth. They would happen anyway, whether your agent talked to the teams or not, so you just smiled politely when you told people you were just friends and remained truthful in your statements.
Usually the interviews with Lizzie were easier, because you went into protective mode and your brain was ready to give sharp, snappy answers to keep Elizabeth from being embarrassed.
So here you were on the Night Show, with one of your favorite interviewers, and your best friend by your side. Jimmy was asking good questions, and he was funny. You hoped he wouldn't ask anything too embarrassing.
After many questions about employment, and worldview, which was refreshing, he finally asked you about the rumors of your secret relationship.
- Girls, you know that the public wants to know. - He began with a smile, and you laughed lightly, exchanging a look with Lizzie. - And actually, we have arguments this time.
- Here we go. - You commented with light irony which made the audience laugh.
Your latest posts on instagram were visible on the big screen.
- Last Tuesday, both of you posted these stories on your personal accounts. - Jimmy started with excitement. - And it rocked the internet completely, because the location was visible on your instagram, Elizabeth.
Lizzie let out an embarrassed giggle.
- Well, if the public's doubt is whether we were together there, they can confirm it. - She said, and Jimmy let out an excited exclamation. Lizzie waited for the audience to stop their celebratory chorus before speaking again. - But this was a special celebration, since it was my birthday.
- And I took her on a trip to Mexico. - You completed the story with a slight smile. The audience let out a chorus of happiness and you looked at them in confusion. - Guys, friends do this!
Jimmy and the audience laughed for a moment and then the image came off the screen.
- Come on girls, you're giving us material. - He remarked with a smile. - And you're still going to deny the relationship like you always do, I imagine.
You and Wanda exchange a short chuckle.
- Look, Jimmy, all I have to say is that Lizzie is amazing, she really is. - You saw yourself confessing. - Anyone would be lucky to date this brilliant, spectacular, sweet, fun-loving woman. But that person is not me.
Jimmy lets out an exclamation of sadness along with the audience, but then they applaud your words, and you smile wryly. You risk a glance at Lizzie for a second, and she has slightly flushed cheeks, and looks surprised at your words.
You ignore the nervous feeling at the pit of your stomach, and decide to keep your posture polite as you answer the next questions.
//-//
Four years ago.
You had to kiss Lizzie. And then you shook your head. No, not you. Vision. Your character, Vision, had to kiss Lizzie's character, Wanda Maximoff. And you repeated this like a mantra as you walked from your dressing room to the set.
The day you read this scene, you smiled politely at your agent, and disguised any apparent nervousness. And then you spent the last few weeks pretending that if you didn't think about it, eventually the director would make a change and the scene wouldn't even exist. But here you were, trying to have one last drop of professionalism.
You weren't even recording the scene officially, it was just the rehearsal of lines and marking, and you had sweaty hands.
As you walked through the studio, the staff smiled and greeted you, and then you spotted Lizzie and ignored the uneven beating of your heart.
- Let's get started girls. - announced Russo as soon as he caught sight of you. He signaled for you to follow the team's prearranged schedule. You smiled at Lizzie as you took your place. - We can test the order of the scene directly. I need to know which angle is best to have Vision ask Wanda to stay with her.
And then you started recording. And now you were Vision. There was no time to think about how naturally your hand fit into Lizzie's, or how good it felt to feel her hugging you. And then Russo shouted cut again.
- That's pretty good. - He commented, looking at the monitor. - Let's shoot the stone scene okay, then the action scene.
The scene started, and you said your lines the way you were supposed to. And then you were looking at Lizzie, and she kissed you as the script said. You held the sigh in your throat, and pulled away. Vision doesn't sigh, so you shouldn't either. And then you are smiling as written, and the director closes the scene again.
You were getting pretty good at hiding how affected you are by Lizzie the more you kiss her onstage. And then you wrap up the day's shooting, and you are mentally exhausted. You want to sleep in your dressing room, but you decide to go home.
And as you are walking back to your car, Lizzie calls out to you.
- Hey, partner. - She greets me by walking beside you. - Don't you want to go for a drink tonight?
You let out a sigh, ignoring the urge to shout that you would go anywhere with her, and thinking about how tired your body is.
- I'm exhausted, Lizzie. - You tell her, and she looks upset, but you add with a smile. - But I'll take it if it's something at your place.
Lizzie's face lights up quickly, and she nods, and then says she'll leave something in her car. She returns when you are already in yours.
- All set? - You ask to confirm, and she smiles and nods. And then you start the car and drive out of the studio.
Lizzie turns on the car stereo a moment later, and you begin humming the song.
- You've been distant lately. - She comments distractedly as you drive away. - You know you can talk to me, right?
You smile, ignoring the feeling in your stomach.
- Yes, Lizzie. - You say without taking your eyes off the road. - I'm just busy, that's all. It's nothing.
Lizzie makes a noise of agreement and looks away. You think maybe she believes you're not telling her the truth, and you feel guilty. So you decide to change the subject.
- How are things at home, Liz? Are Mary-Kate and Ashley well? - you ask, and she looks at you quickly.
- Everything's fine. - she says, and then she bites her lip. - Did I do something?
You frown, glancing quickly at her before looking down the street again. The light was red. And when you turn your head toward her, she lets out a sigh.
- You don't talk to me anymore. - She says seriously, looking at you. - Since Berlin, you're just distant. Always busy, and with ready-made answers. And now you try small talk, even though you hate it. I wish you would tell me what I did wrong.
Your heart is racing at the accusations, because she is absolutely right. And then you swallow dry, and prepare to speak, but then Liz is pointing ahead, the headlight has opened. And you have to drive, and she crosses her arms and looks away to the window.
You drive the rest of the way to her house in silence, and when you park the car in the driveway, she mumbles a goodnight before getting out.
Squeezing the steering wheel in your fingers, you take a deep breath. And then you get out of the car, and the noise of the door opening surprises her because she turns to look. But you are walking toward her, and raising your hand to the back of her neck, bringing your mouths together. Lizzie chokes in surprise, but in the next second she melts against you as she kisses you back.
You part breathlessly, holding your foreheads together.
- I am in love with you. - You confess. - I'm sorry I was a complete idiot, but I was terrified.
Lizzie giggles, kissing you again quickly before hugging you. And then she is breaking the embrace to look at you, a shy smile on her lips.
- I'm in love with you too. - she says. - I'm glad that's the problem and not something else.
You laugh, and kiss her one last time before entwining your hands and walking toward her house.
You decide to take things slow, so naturally, two weeks later, you ask her to be your girlfriend over dinner. Lizzie smiles all night, but you know that if this is a secret, she can't wear the ring.
Public relationships mean contracts, and agents, and unwanted questions, and lots of opinions about your lives. And you two wanted to keep that to yourselves for the time being.
So when directors comment that your onstage chemistry is amazing, you two just nod and thank them. When the interviewers ask if you are together, you deny it as before.
The first time you sleep with Lizzie, you almost break the bed. And it's all right, because you two are laughing with happiness and pleasure, and she pulls you in for another kiss. And you entwine your hands, the commitment rings on your fingers.
A year and a half later, you are getting very busy with your participation in a youth series, and there are many rumors that you are dating your co-star, so Lizzie is jealous and you can't blame her.
You decide that the secret cannot go on any longer, at least not to your friends and employers. So you talk to Lizzie, and you both call your agents. Sara laughs for ten minutes when you tell her, but she is happy to talk to Lizzie's agent. You are not public yet, but it is important that all parties are in agreement. You hate bureaucracy, but you don't mind as long as Lizzie's hand is in yours. Your friends are very happy, and the other cast members tease you constantly about it.
When you shoot the last movie, you think you are going to be fired because your character has died. But then you and Lizzie get a series together.
You try not to overthink how you will deny the rumors on television, but Lizzie kisses you on the cheek and tells you that you will face it together.
It takes three more months for you to propose. You think your chest will explode with happiness when she accepts.
And then you are calling your agents again, and Sara almost faints when you tell her that you got married in secret at some registry office in the Caribbean and she needs to get the paperwork sorted out. When you get back to California, there is a small ceremony with your family members.
//-//
Present
You and Lizzie are sitting side by side in the interview. The questions about WandaVision are over, and now you know from Jimmy's expression what he is going to say.
- The last time you were here, I had only an instagram post as an argument for your secret relationship. - He says, making you, Lizzie and the audience laugh lightly. - But now I have talked to the production and they prepare a presentation.
- My goodness. - You remark, making him laugh. And then he waves to the big screen, and you try to disguise your nervousness.
A presentation of images began to play to the audience to the sound of "honeybee" by the band "The Head and The Heart". There are several studio shots, from photo rehearsals to behind-the-scene moments. There is a picture from the day you met, from the first cast test, from the Avengers taping, paparazzi shots of you laughing in the parking lot, or in the open areas. There are pictures of you walking around Los Angeles together, pictures of your rides, or your travels. There are clippings from instagram stories where you spend time together, laughing and hugging. The presentation ends with the BTS photo of WandaVision from the first day of recording where you have your arm around Lizzie, and the two of you are laughing.
You clear your throat away the emotion, but Lizzie wipes her eyes lightly.
- That was very beautiful. - She comments as Jimmy hands her a piece of tissue paper. The audience bursts into tears of excitement.
- I guess we can get to the part where you deny everything now can't we? - Jimmy jokes and you smile and straighten your posture.
- Actually, Jimmy, we have something to announce.
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Wanda Maximoff/Reader - The One Where You Punch Tony Stark - Part IV
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Read on AO3 (Complete Work)
Thanks to @gingerbreadcookieforlife for letting me know i did not upload the entire work here.
Summary: When the rumors that you punched Tony Stark in the face spread around your school, some interesting events unfolded. Or enemies to Lovers in high School.
Warnings: 18+; Enemies to Lovers; Angry Sex; Underage Sex; High School AU; Violence; Fights; Inappropriate language; Fluff and Smut; minor mentions of Reader x Carol and Reader x Jessica Jones.
Notes: This work was already finished on AO3, but i forgot to continue this on Tumblr. I hope everyone who thought that was a one shot, enjoy the rest of it.
//-//
Sometimes is just an epilogue
Dating Wanda Maximoff is not easy at first.
After your date on Saturday, you wake up late on Sunday, especially since you got home in the morning. Not even your mother's scolding that you broke your grounding can keep the silly smile off your lips.
You miss Wanda all the time, but you text each other for many hours.
And then the exam week begins, and you drag yourself through the halls, feeling very anxious.
Wanda smiles at you in the hallways, and Nat gives you a suggestive look, but you are almost late for your history test, so you don't have time to tell her.
Your calendar is a mess, and when you finally leave for break, Wanda texts you to meet her in the ladies' room.
Then you find yourself locked in a cabin, kissing Wanda Maximoff as if your life depended on it.
Things were heating up fast, you noticed. Your tongues bickered together as your hand was on Wanda's left breast, and she thrust her hips against you. And then the bell rang, and you grunted at having to let her go. Wanda laughed as she wiped her own lipstick from your face, and you helped wipe hers. She looked at you with a mixture of adoration and desire, and you resisted the urge to kiss her again.
It was hard to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day.
When the last period was finally over, you couldn't meet Wanda, because she had cheerleading practice and you had softball. You wished you could steal her away for yourself, but you couldn't.
This completely disconnected and rushed routine continued until the week was over. The universe seemed to be conspiring so that you didn't have enough time together, and the stolen kisses between classes and during breaks was leaving you frustrated and heated all day.
When you finished your last test of the evening, you went to the outside yard. Your cell phone vibrated when your mother texted you that she would accept the weekend shift, and you sighed knowing that you would have to cook. You thought about waiting for Wanda to come out of cheer practice, and almost choked when she sent you a picture wearing only her uniform skirt.
And then she asked you to meet her outside in the bleachers after the practice was over. You waited for her, a shy smile on your lips as you leaned against the same wall where you first had sex.
You waved ironically to the cheerleading squad girls who saw you standing outside as they left, but they said nothing. Wanda was the last to leave, and she jumped on you excitedly, kissing you on the mouth as you wrapped your arms around her waist.
- Hi. - You said between kisses.
- Hi. - She replied, smiling.
And then the kiss intensified, Wanda let her hands rest on your shoulders, and you squeezed her waist as your tongues met. She sighed, squeezing your jacket as you parted.
- Take me home. - She whispered breathlessly, and you nodded in agreement.
Wanda continues kissing your neck as you stumble through the front door. You struggle against the lock, your hands trembling as you feel Wanda's hand enter your blouse.
But you finally enter your home, and throwing your backpacks into the living room, you push Wanda against the door as you close it.
You let your hands go down to her ass, and squeeze as you lift her off the floor, and Wanda curls her legs against your waist, both of you moaning into each other's mouths.
Your tongues fight together intensely, and when Wanda separates your mouths for breath, you move your kisses down her neck.
She sighs and you bite her on a sensitive spot on her collarbone, eliciting a loud moan. She begins to run her hands up your waist, pulling up your blouse. You stop kissing her to remove it completely, throwing it to the floor of the room. You return your mouth to hers in the next second, feeling her thrust her hips against you. You change the rhythm of the kiss, letting your tongue slowly touch hers, while your hands reach inside her blouse. You let out a groan when you realize she is not wearing a bra, and squeeze her breasts immediately. Wanda lets out a hearty grunt against your mouth, and you grin mischievously.
You part your mouths to remove Wanda's blouse, and you are breathless at the sight of her bountiful breasts exposed.
Replacing your hand with your mouth, you bite the hard nipple of her right breast, and Wanda moans deeply as she throws her head back against the wall. You try to divide your attention with her two breasts, varying and biting. Wanda begins to move frantically against you in search of more friction, and you smile as you feel her try to open your pants with trembling hands.
As you move up your mouth, leaving wet kisses all over her neck, Wanda unbuckles your belt and unzips your pants, pushing them down. But she loses concentration when you bring your hand to her neck and squeeze lightly, bringing your mouths together again. You smile against the kiss, reaching down to pull up her skirt. But Wanda has her legs trapped firmly against your waist, and the contact is making you wet and throbbing. You grab her ass as you carry her toward your bedroom, not stopping kissing her.
You fall onto the bed, and having her underneath you makes your core tighten. You finally remove Wanda's skirt, running your lips down her neck as you do so. You feel her swing her legs around to remove the item completely. Your pants are loose against your waist, so you step back to take them off completely, returning to the bed afterwards.
You lie back against Wanda, kissing her intensely, but gently. She sighs against your lips.
Letting your hand move down her body, you reach for the cox of her panties, and gently pull the material down. Wanda trembles slightly, but you continue kissing her to calm her down. You pull away only to help her remove the item completely, and then you have her naked against you. Wanda gently beckons you to remove your bra, and you quickly take it off, wanting to feel the skin of her body against you.
When you lie back down, you both moan with your naked bodies against each other. Wanda makes you intoxicated. You bring your hands up to her neck, kissing her passionately. Then she starts to move under you, and you press your body down. Wanda moans with intensity, separating your mouths.
- Babe, please. - She begs breathlessly. - I need you.
You bring your faces together, catching her lower lip between yours, and then letting go. Wanda sighs.
- Tell me what you want, darling. - You whisper against her mouth. - You want my mouth?
Wanda nods between sighs, and you bring your mouths together again. And then you move your hand down to her breast, and squeeze, stopping kissing her.
- Where do you want my mouth? - you ask, and lower your kisses. - Here? - you ask as you kiss her breast. Wanda squirms, throwing her head back. You smile as you suck on her nipple, and then let go, moving your kisses down her belly. - Or here? - You continue down her thighs, the trail of wet kisses making Wanda clench her fists and sigh breathlessly. When you kiss her inner thighs, she whimpers. You have decided to put her out of her misery.
Wanda lets out a loud, deep moan as your tongue touches her swollen clitoris. She tastes so good, your eyes roll in their orbits as you taste her. You keep your hands on her thighs, holding her open for you, as you thrust your tongue deep inside her. Wanda moans out of breath, her hips thrusting upward in search of friction, but you maintain a steady rhythm as you lick her shallowly.
- Please. - She pleads with a whimper. You smile against her wet pussy, and then slide your tongue inside her. - Fuck, yes. - You hear her say breathlessly, and then you lick her again.
It doesn't take long for Wanda's body to go into shaky spasms, and she begins to moan and curse lowly. You force your tongue as deep as possible, and she moans loudly. When Wanda cums in your mouth, she screams your name.
You continue kissing against her pussy even after she comes, and Wanda tries to calm her breathing. You start to move your kisses up, and when you reach her mouth, she lazily responds to you, still recovering from her orgasm.
It takes a moment, but Wanda's kisses are intense again, and she turns you over on the bed, riding on your waist.
- It's my turn now. - She says between one kiss and another. You smile against the kiss, knowing that it wouldn't take long for you to reach your own orgasm, just the image of Wanda riding you was doing wonders.
When Wanda rubs her pussy on your lap, you see stars and your hands squeeze her thighs.
- What's it baby? - She asks repeating the movement, you moan against her mouth. - Do you like that?
And then she pushes her waist down hard, and you let out a loud moan, trying to reach her mouth, but Wanda pushes your shoulder forcing you back onto the bed. You look at her in wonder and she begins to move on your lap, both of you letting out heavy sighs at the sensation.
You squeeze her thighs hard, pulling her down and Wanda throws her head back, moaning with her mouth tightening as she rubs against you.
You begin to feel your orgasm approaching, your legs trembling and your body beginning to ignore your commands. Wanda is also close, but she continues to brush against you
You moan loudly as the climax hits you, throwing your head back on the bed. Wanda falls against you immediately afterwards, trembling just as much as you do. She gasps breathlessly against your neck.
You swallow hard as you try to recover, and then you feel Wanda giggle against your neck.
- God, what was that? - She says breathlessly as she lifts her head to look at you.
- Do you want to do it again? - You ask, and she bites her lip, nodding in agreement.
You then kiss, and you can't believe how lucky you are.
You only stop during the night. Wanda collapses against you, and you both fall asleep almost instantly.
The first time you wake up, she is wrapped around your waist, and judging by the darkness of the room, it is dawn. Then you close your eyes again.
When you wake up for the second time, Wanda is lazily kissing your collarbone, and you smile.
- Good morning. - you say with a husky tone. Wanda smiles against your skin, and then looks at you tenderly. You let your hand caress her back as she kisses you.
- Good morning. - She replies as you part. She leans against you, laying her face on your neck and entwining your legs. - Can we stay here forever?
- Yes. - You agree without hesitation, feeling Wanda smile at your collarbone.
- I'm hungry. - She speaks almost a second later, making you laugh.
- That was a fast forever. - You tease, and she lets out a giggle against your skin.
You get up at some point, and between finding clothes for you and Wanda to wear, and stealing kisses while trying to stay dressed, you lead her by the hand to the kitchen. You prepare eggs and bacon, because it's the only thing you know how to cook, and some coffee.
Wanda sits on the counter in the kitchen, and you lean on the sink, looking at her tenderly as you take a sip of your latte.
- A penny for your thoughts? - You joke as you watch her assume a thoughtful expression. Wanda bites her lower lip, holding back a smile.
- I told Pietro about us. - She declares, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.
- Really? And how was it?
- Well. - she says with a smile. - Very well actually. He said you were a nice girl.
- Wow, he's completely wrong. - You joke, and Wanda giggles.
You fall silent again, and you realize that she is distracted. Leaving your mug on the counter, you move closer, getting between her legs as you use your hands to pull her hair away from her neck and put it back. She smiles, looking down.
- Tell me what's bothering you. - You ask gently, leaving your hands on the counter beside her. Wanda looks up, staring at you intensely.
- I don't know how to tell everyone at school. - she confesses. - I know I don't owe anyone any satisfaction, but I just…
You nod, bringing your hands to your cheeks. Wanda takes a deep breath, leaning into your touch.
- I have an idea. - You say, and give her a quick kiss on the lips before turning away, walking quickly to your backpacks that were forgotten in the middle of the room the day before. You look for Wanda's cell phone, and find it in her front pocket. Then you walk back to her, and hand her the device. Wanda looks at you with a raised eyebrow in confusion. - Make a publication. The whole school follows you. Publish a picture of us.
Wanda blinks in surprise, and then she puts down her cell phone to kiss you intensely. You almost forget what you were talking about. But then she pulls away.
- You're a genius. - She says, smiling at you. And then she unlocks the cell phone and turns on the camera. - How should we take the picture?
- I have no idea. - You remark with humor. She smiles, stealing a kiss from you. But you keep chasing after her mouth, and then you kiss her properly. When your tongue meets hers, Wanda sighs. You leave your hands on her waist, and at some point, you think you hear a clicking noise, but you don't let go.
When you slip your hands between Wanda's spread legs, she drops her cell phone against the counter.
Eventually on Sunday, Wanda leaves. You kiss her intensely against the door, and she wishes she could stay, but she really needs to get home.
Many minutes after she has left, and once you have showered and tidied up the house, you finally check your cell phone.
Many notifications flash up on the screen, and you let out a giggle, imagining the commotion that must have taken place. Only when you check an audio of Nat screaming you decide to see the photo that Wanda has posted.
It is a picture of you sleeping against her, while she strokes your hair. The caption just says "I want to be with you, in this moment, forever". You feel your cheeks flush, and quickly type to Wanda "did you know it's weird to take pictures of people sleeping" followed by a smiley face. Wanda replies you a few emoticons of giggles and devils, and you smile, trying to remember when you have ever felt as happy as you do now.
Going back to school on Monday is an interesting experience. But you are so happy to be with Wanda that you barely catch the glances and comments. She sent you a text saying she was going to be late, so you didn't wait for her at the entrance.
Natasha jumped on you the minute she saw you.
- My goodness, look at the expression of your face like you've been getting laid all weekend! - she exclaimed, making you laugh.
- Good morning to you too. - You said, opening your closet.
- Can you please tell me everything?
You looked at her with a suggestive look.
- Hmmm, everything. Are you sure?
She laughed, tapping you on the shoulder.
- Ha-ha, very funny. - She fought back, rolling her eyes. - Come on, tell me, are you two dating then?
And then you realize that you haven't asked Wanda that. And you frown. And seeing your expression, Nat lets out a laugh.
- Oh my God, you didn't ask? - she exclaims. - You really did have sex the whole time.
You shook your head, pushing the insecurity away. You closed your locker and held Nat's arm as you walked to class together.
- I think we are. - You say. - I just forgot to ask.
Nat laughs, but then she assumes a serious posture, you frown and look ahead, seeing Tony Stark walking towards you.
- Hey, Y/N. - He greets you, and you raise your eyebrows at his friendly demeanor. - What's up, huh?
- What's the matter, Stark? - you say snidely. Tony crosses his arms.
- I didn't come to fight with you. - He says. - I wanted to apologize.
You and Nat exchange an incredulous look, Tony shrugs, clearly uncomfortable.
- Okay, what do you want me to say? - You retort. - Your apology doesn't erase your actions.
- Yeah, I know. - he says. - But I wanted to apologize anyway. And that's it. See you around.
And he left. Nat turned to you at the same second.
- What the fuck was that? - she asked in a mixture of incredulity and humor. You just grimaced in total disbelief.
- I didn't understand anything either. - You say. - Let's get to class, I need to do some studying before the exam.
The chemistry test is the hardest so far. Professor Agatha has a look of mischief as she watches the students look downcast as they take their test, as if she is loving the suffering.
The vast majority of the class had already stood up, handed in the test, and left the room. When Wanda left, she looked at you, flashing you an encouraging smile.
You let out a sigh, looking at the clock. There were many exercises that you weren't sure you had done correctly, but you stood up, and handed the test to the teacher.
When you walked out into the empty halls, Wanda was waiting for you against the lockers, Pietro at her side.
You smiled at them both, dragging your feet, feeling mentally exhausted. Wanda held out her arms to you, and you hugged her as you buried your face in her neck, her warmth immediately calming you.
- Wow, you guys are cute. - teased Pietro. Wanda giggled, but you just breathed in her perfume.
- What's up, baby? - Wanda asked, and you nodded without moving away.
- Girls, I have to go. - says Pietro next. - I still need to memorize the dates of the American war, and I don't want to be the third wheel.
You and Wanda laugh, and it takes a moment after Pietro has left for you to pull away from Wanda as you leave your hands on her waist.
- Are you sure you're all right? - Wanda asked with a slight humor in her voice as she saw your tense posture.
- Are we dating? - you ask suddenly, and she blinks in confusion. -You let the words escape faster than your thoughts can form. -I wish we were, and I know we've talked about how we feel, but I know it's recent. I'll understand too if you don't want to.
Wanda cuts you off with a kiss on the mouth, while she leaves a hand on the back of your neck, running her fingers into your hair. The sensation sends chills through your body, but she breaks the kiss a short time later.
- Yes, I want to date you. - She asserts, and you smile, nodding. You steal short kisses from her, and when the bell rings, you both let out a disgruntled groan, breaking away.
The hallways start to fill up with students next, but that doesn't stop Wanda from stealing a few more kisses from you, completely ignoring the curious looks, before walking off down the hall.
You are surprised that Coach Xoliswa gives you her letter of recommendation before the last game even happens. But you thank her for her confidence, and turn toward the locker room, taking your uniform out of your bag.
Your teammate, Gamora, has recovered from her injury, and she wishes you good luck as you take the field.
The game is difficult, and you get a foul that almost takes you off the field. You concentrate on your breathing to control your temper. And your gaze goes to the crowd, and Wanda waves and smiles at you. When you return to the field, you score three points in a row.
A man in a suit comes to talk to you as soon as the game is over. He schedules an interview for admission to New York University. You are in shock when you receive the invitation, but you smile awkwardly, accepting the offer.
Your team has won the game and the girls jump on you in celebration. You kiss Wanda as she comes down from the bleachers. The team wants to celebrate at a local pizza place, so you and the girls go back to the locker room to shower and change. You get late because you go to Xoliswa's office and thank the coach for the opportunity.
When you are left alone in the showers, Wanda joins you.
- You scared me. - You say as you watch her standing a few meters from the cabin, biting her lip.
- I told everyone that we will meet them later. - She announces, and you frown in confusion, but swallow your question as Wanda steps forward and kisses you with intensity.
You groan against her mouth, and bring your hands to her waist.
- This is so risky. - You comment as you press her against the cabin wall. The water from the shower splashes against you, and you rush to remove Wanda's wet clothes.
- I know. - she says breathlessly. - But you were hot as hell in that field. - She confesses, sighing as she feels you run your hand down her body. - I needed to touch you.
- I'm all yours, dear. - You affirm before bringing your mouths together again.
Sex in the shower is hot. Wanda presses her body against you, and you sink your fingers into her, making her moan loudly against your neck. And then, she can't wait, and touches you too, burying two fingers in your throbbing pussy with a wicked smile on her face. You cum together, panting against each other's mouths.
When you join the team at the pizza place many minutes later, no one comments that Wanda is wearing your team winter clothes.
When you receive your acceptance letter to the university, many weeks later, you call Wanda.
You meet in the same place as your first date, but now you have a ring on your fingers, and you bring a towel and a picnic basket.
Wanda smiles against your mouth when you tell her that you two can go to the same university.
You think about getting an apartment, and maybe a job in a restaurant. Wanda jokes that you would look hot in your uniform.
As sunset arrives, a few hours since you arrived there, Wanda intertwines your hands. She whispers asking you not to let go, and you squeeze harder as you assure her that you're not going anywhere without her.
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Wanda x Reader - The one and only
Gif is not mine, another day falling in love with her.
Summary: You have always loved Wanda in secret. When Vision dies, she loves you back. But you are also the one who can bring him back. Prompt from @stay-casual
Warnings: Fluff, angst, death, insinuation and brief mention of smut (no sex though)
Words: 13.036k // Read on AO3 too
Marks: @mionemymind @abimess
Notes: Hope everyone like this, let me know if you don’t. Sorry for any typos.
//-//
You loved someone who was not meant for you.
It was a bitter truth you had to accept.
Being an enhanced human, a Hydra experiment, and having spent years under physical and psychological torture by Nazi doctors, pain was not exactly something you were unaware of. You got used to it. You were always down to earth anyway, accepting things as they were.
When you joined the Avengers, you just hoped to help those in need, figuring your days of emotional stress were over.
But then you met Wanda Maximoff.
She was something you didn't understand in the first instant. When she tried to get inside your head, fighting as your enemy, you resisted and almost broke her neck. You saw fear in her eyes, and realized in that second that you would never again try anything that would hurt her. When her brother fought you, and you saw her worried expression, you surrendered. Steve and Tony scolded you for letting them get away, but you just tried to understand why your heart was racing when the witch looked at you before she escaped.
You fail to save Pietro however, and had to watch Wanda collapse. Never, even after so many battles, you felt so helpless.
But you did everything in your power to be there for Wanda. S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't want to allow it, but you used all the favors they owed you to get Pietro's body not treated as an experiment, but as a civilian. And then you organized the whole memorial service. You didn't speak to Tony for two weeks, because he simply wasn't interested in the matter and you wanted to punch him in the face every time you remembered.
The ceremony was simple and small, and while Wanda was finishing paying her respects alone, you took the dirty dishes into the kitchen. Natasha was sitting at the counter and nodded slightly when you entered.
"You care about her." She said after a moment. You continued to wash the dishes, without sketching any reaction.
"Yes."
"No denying it?" she teases, but you remain impassive.
"I have no reason to lie to you, Natasha." You say with a smile. "We are friends, I trust you."
"Are you complimenting me to make me feel guilty for teasing you?"
"Maybe." You say laughing lightly, and Nat smiles.
"Something's bothering you." She says after a moment. You sigh, finished washing the glasses to turn around. You cross your arms and lean your back on the sink.
"If I hadn't organized everything, you would all treat Pietro like an experiment." You say seriously and Nat looks away. "I guess I was just disappointed in the way you all acted about it. Pietro was our teammate, and he sacrificed himself for Clint. If I didn't say or do anything, he'd be in a lab right now."
"You're right." Nat says next, holding your gaze. "But I don't know what to say. Everything has settled down now, and honestly most of us wouldn't have the power to get his body back."
You let out an impatient sigh.
"Right, Natasha." You interrupt and she blinks at your serious posture, but you just have an almost disappointed look on your face. "I should have known that you guys pick the fights you're going to fight. I just hoped that all members of the team would have the same importance."
"Y/N..."
But you just give her a sad smile, and turn around, leaving the kitchen. When you walked back to Pietro's grave area, you noticed that Wanda was kneeling on the ground, leaving some flowers. Vision was beside her, and when she stood up, she allowed him to hug her. Swallowing the bitter feeling in your stomach, you forced yourself to think that you were glad that he was there for her.
//-//
It doesn't take long for you to realize that you are in love with Wanda. It's not in your place to confess it, though.
She is your friend, and your teammate. And more importantly, she is in a relationship with Vision. You were never the jealous type, because you were never possessive, and honestly, you just hoped that Wanda would be happy. And if Vision was responsible for that, that was enough for you.
When Steve and Tony start fighting, and the team splits up, there is not the slightest possibility that you will stand up to Wanda. So you throw your weapons on the ground, and Tony looks at you incredulously.
"Have you lost your mind?" He asks.
"I'm not going to fight with my friends." You say simply turning your back on him as you walk to the other side of the parking lot.
"She really changed sides in the middle of the fight?" You hear the boy dressed in red ask impressed. But you don't care.
"If the deal divides us, there's something wrong with it" You tell Steve when he accepts you as an ally. He smiles and then you are helping him, not fighting any of your companions, just deflecting blows and preventing them from hurting you.
Natasha lands a punch to your face, and your natural instinct is to knock her down. Before you can apologize, she assumes a provocative expression.
"Too bad I wasn't Wanda." She sneers and you roll your eyes, assuming a defensive stance as she stands up.
"I don't want to fight you, Tasha" You say as you defend the blows. "Please, this isn't right."
"You don't just want to stand against your girlfriend." She taunts almost hitting a blow to your face, but you hold her leg up in the air.
"Why are you insisting on this?"
She releases herself from your grip, and you return to defending her attempts to punch you.
"I just don't think it's fair."
"What are you talking about?"
"You should tell her. Wanda should know." She explains and then you hold her fist closed, preventing her from hitting you. She tries with her other hand, but you stop her again, restraining her. Your faces are close together.
"No." You say seriously as she tries to break your grip. "She doesn't need to know."
"You deserve to be happy too." She says before breaking free by hooking her legs around your waist. You loosen her wrists to avoid being knocked over as you struggle.
"Tell her" Nat ordered again and you let out a sigh, knocking her to the floor and falling on top.
"She has already found her soulmate" You reply with a sad smile, immobilizing Natasha "Now please stop fighting".
Nat hits you in the ribs, and you let out a grunt of pain. She manages to immobilize you next.
"You are unbelievable." She comments with a slight smile, and then she lets you go. "Always making me make the worst choices, darling."
You laugh in surprise when Nat helps you up. You think Tony is complaining that it is not fair that people switch sides in the middle of the fight, but you are not listening. You watch Vision and Wanda interact from some distance away. And then you are helping Steve to the plane.
//-//
The fight is over and you are laughing, but not with happiness.
The government wants to arrest anyone who didn't escape from the parking lot, and they are coming. So you are holding Tony Stark by the neck.
"No one is going to touch her." You warn him, and there is only fear and surprise in the man's eyes, "How can you treat your friends like that?"
You saved James Rhodes' life during the fight, and so this is what you use against Tony.
He laughs when you put him down.
"What exactly are you asking me for?"
"Time."
"You made that choice when you chose your side."
"That's too easy for you to say, isn't it, Tony?" you retort with irony. "If you take off the armor, you are no longer Iron Man, and the deal doesn't affect you. We don't all have that choice."
Tony looks at you with annoyance. And then he puts his hand to his ear.
"They've gone north." He warns the agents over the communicator. You look at him one last moment before turning, running back outside.
"Vision, let her go." You warn the man and he looks at you in surprise, probably trying to understand why Tony let you go.
"I don't understand."
"They're up north, Vision." Tony says appearing at his side. "We couldn't reach the fugitives in time. Our colleagues have fled north."
Vision gives Tony one last look before letting go of Wanda's arm.
As Wanda walks over to you, you signal to your the rest of the captain's team that you have also been contained. You find the Ant-Man is injured.
"They also stole the transport vehicle in warehouse 23, the keys were in the cabin." Vision says next and you exchange a look with him, thanking him. And then you run.
//-//
Being an out-of-state fugitive is quite stressful, but you get used to it.
There are no fixed locations, or very long term accommodations, but you try to stay positive about the whole thing.
You all can't stay together, so you have a cell phone that connects to Steve's and Sam's. You stayed in the same hotel room as Wanda for three weeks, then Vision contacted her.
They were trying, and then you let her try it alone. Natasha agreed to run away with you, and you made sure to check on Wanda every week, but she was always fine.
T'Challa agrees to let you stay in Wakanda for a while after the government almost captures you.
Your powers are difficult to control after the agents hit you with a strange weapon, and the people of Wakanda seem to be the only ones able to help you.
You don't like to owe favors, but you think they are good people.
Bucky is free when you meet him. You become close again, and it is good to see him rest.
It is Shuri who discovers where your abilities come from, and you finally understand why you have always felt connected to Wanda and Vision. Your energy came from one of the jewels, as did their power. You don't know how Hydra got access to this, and you don't understand why Thor doesn't tell you all the things humans don't understand, but you realize that these mystical stones are too dangerous.
You talk to Shuri, and then to the council and the king of Wakanda. They all agree that no human should have access to such power. You help her build a machine that can separate the stone and Vision's body.
"How do we destroy it?" you ask her as you are putting the finishing touches on the equipment.
"Maybe you can." She says and you deny it with your head.
"No, I don't think I can." You say. "But maybe Wanda can. It's her thing, and it's her stone too."
Shuri nods and you get back to work.
Unfortunately, events move faster than you do.
//-//
There is an army controlled by a purple man.
That is the only information Steve gives you through the communicator. You hugged Wanda tight when she arrived in Wakanda, and she was happy to see you, but she also seemed upset. You knew it was because of Vision.
"Hey buddy, it's going to be okay." You told him with a smile as you helped him climb into the machine you built.
"Thanks, Y/N" Vision said to you.
You didn't stop fighting for the next few hours.
There was a moment, on the battlefield, that you felt something in the pit of your stomach. When you destroyed your opponent, your hands and eyes were glowing even after you stopped throwing your power. Your stone was here.
You knew something was wrong, so you ran to where you were being pulled.
Some opponents tried to hold you back, but you defeated them easily, feeling much stronger than you ever had.
"No!" you exclaimed angrily as you launched your energy at the creature that was supposed to be Thanos, preventing him from reaching Wanda. He used the golden gauntlet to hold his power, but you kept him busy long enough for her to destroy Vision's stone, an energy field pushing you away when she did. You fell to your knees afterwards, exhausted from having held out against your own stone for so long.
Thanos slowly walked over to the redhead, and you struggled to move toward her.
"I understand, child. Better than anyone." He said and you choked, fearing that he was going to hurt her.
"You could never." She replied angrily still on the floor.
"Today I lost more than you could ever imagine".
"Leave her alone" You muttered stumbling toward her. You are feeling a sharp pain all over your body, but managed to stand. Thanos smiled at you wryly.
You raise your fist toward him, but he just raises his golden gauntlet.
"I felt you." He with a wry smile. "In my hand"
"You will feel my fist on your face in a second." You retorted angrily and he laughed. You are almost reaching for him, but you frown when you notice the green glow on his gauntlet. The time stone.
"One second is all I need."
You blink, and you're not there anymore. You are halfway again. And then you understand what he has done. When you run back to where Wanda was, a golden light throws you away. This time, it wasn't Wanda who destroyed the stone.
"No. No" you repeat to yourself as you run back, your body no longer aching like before, and you stumble among the trees.
You were going to attack Thanos as soon as you saw him, but Thor hit him first. Then you were running to Wanda, kneeling beside her.
"He's gone." She cried beside Vision's body. You couldn't feel his stone anymore, and your own face was wet with your tears.
You placed your hand on top of Wanda's next, and looked forward. Thor had struck Thanos in the chest and was saying something to him.
Then you gasped in surprise as the titan raised his fist.
"No!" you exclaimed getting up, but he snapped his fingers. You launched a wave of energy at him, but he used his gauntlet to defend himself. "What have you done?" you shouted rushing to reach the fallen titan.
"The necessary thing." He whispered before using his last breath of energy to teleport away.
You turned to Thor at the same instant, but he is not looking at you, but at Steve.
"Steve?" A male voice calls out, and you watch Bucky walk toward you all. But he turns to dust midway.
"W-what?" you whisper breathlessly, taking a step forward. Steve kneels on the ground in the same place your friend was and looks at Thor in confusion.
You look at Wanda immediately and feel your heart soar when you notice that the same thing is happening to her.
"Wanda?" You cry running to her, but by the time you arrive, she is gone. There is only Vision's body.
You can't feel either of them anymore.
//-//
The world is in complete chaos during the blip. There is no more S.H.I.E.L.D, and many other deals. And then there's a company that wants to take Vision's body away, and you destroy their trucks, and Steve has to calm you down for twenty minutes.
"No one is going to touch him." You say only as you release yourself from Steve's grip, and ignore the startled looks from the agents of S.W.O.R.D. You kick them out of the Avengers compound, and say that Tony Stark may be dead, but they had no jurisdiction there. If they had a problem with that, they could fight you.
It took 23 days for Tony Stark to come home. You hug him first when he gets off the plane. And you are impressed that it barely takes two hours for him to start talking shit.
"I told you guys we needed armor around the world..."
"And here we go again." You mumble impatiently as you take the focus away from the discussion to the tablet in your hand.
You are startled when Tony collapses to the ground, and the team moves to rescue him. You don't worry, because you feel he is fine.
"Tony always has to make a scene." You comment to yourself shaking your head slightly. "Hey, you," You call out to the metal girl you don't know while the other avengers are out of the room, "help me find your dad."
//-//
The team is trying to locate Thanos by analyzing planets that fit Nebula's description. You feel a sharp twinge in the back of your neck and then you are getting up towards the scanning equipment.
"Y/N, what is it?" Steve asks worriedly as he notices her movement.
"I found him." You say a moment later.
The team is impressed, but you swallow dryly.
"I felt my stone." You explain to them. "And then I didn't feel anything else. We need to go to him."
The Avengers exchanged worried looks, fearing what you were implying.
Soon you were all on a spaceship, heading for an unknown planet.
When Thanos confirmed your suspicions, the stones were destroyed, you sobbed.
"Wanda. She..." You said breathlessly turning to leave the cabin. You sat on the ground, trying to normalize your breathing. She's gone. Your friends are gone forever.
//-//
Your way of experiencing grief is unconventional.
You try to balance managing the chaos that the world has become while splitting chores with Natasha, and going to a few community therapy sessions. Steve is acting strange, but you make sure he eats properly.
There are no tears. You feel that if you start crying you won't stop, so you just work. And you help those who need it. And you have movie nights with Natasha, and you try to remember things that are worth living for.
There is a secret project too, something that is not progressing, but that you don't give up on. The machine you created with Shuri in Wakanda was destroyed in battle. With the world in complete chaos, you didn't have enough time to put it back together, especially with the current state of Wakanda. But you kept the projects going. Part of you didn't know if your lack of absolute dedication was because you believed Vision wouldn't want to live without Wanda. You wouldn't and you didn’t.
So there is this side project, to rebuild the machine and try to restore Vision, but it falls by the wayside after a few months. You keep the papers in a safe in your room, and start accepting more missions.
Tony has given up the hero's life, just as you always said he could do. You are not angry with him, though. And you visit him not so regularly, and agree when Pepper says that Morgan is the cutest kid in the world.
Steve becomes a kind of group therapist, and you want to tell him he needs a degree, but Natasha pokes you in the rib, and you just nod as you listen to the story.
Clint is different too. Losing his family has completely messed him up, and he has become a vigilante of sorts. You find Natasha crying often after you discover that he has been murdering people, and you always hug her until she stops.
As time passes, your pain becomes numb, and your nightmares stop happening. You think it is because Natasha lets you sleep in her bed now.
//-//
Five goes by much faster than you realize.
You are somewhere in Georgia, investigating a lead on a possible terrorist group forming, when Nat calls you. Scott Lang was alive.
When you return to New York, you discover that you have to go back in time.
Your friends want to know if you know anything about how Hydra had your stone, but you have no memory of that time. And with no time, they decide to just follow the right date and place that Rocket provides. You accompany Nebula, because it might be helpful to get a feel for where your stone would be.
You hug Natasha before she leaves with Clint to get the soul stone.
"You're getting sentimental" She teases when you let go of her.
"I know" You retort with a smile. "Just be careful, Tasha."
"I'm usually the one who tells you that." She says in the same tone, squeezing your hand lightly before turning away.
When Nebula takes you and James to a place called the Temple of the Power Stone, you can barely breathe.
"I can feel it." You say to the two of you as you walk to the stone.
"How are we going to get it?" James asks as he looks at the repository where the stone is placed.
Nebula is sticking her hand in the protective flame next second and you let out an impressed hiss.
She hands the stone protector to you, and you nod in appreciation.
"Let's synchronize then." You say as you form a small circle.
"Wow, that always feels weird" You joke as you appear in the Avengers compound again, now on your time. But your smile dies when you look around, and can't find Nat. "Clint...where?"
He just denies it with his head, and you feel your heart soar. This can't be true, you think in desperation.
"No. Nat... She can't." You say breathlessly, falling to your knees. Steve is touching your shoulder next. But then you release yourself from his grip, rushing to get out, feeling yourself suffocating.
You end up on the pier of the complex, thick tears streaming down your face.
It doesn't take long for the team to catch up with you.
"What do we do now?" You hear Tony ask. Steve sits down on one of the empty benches.
Bruce, in his Hulk form, is further away and looks just as upset as you.
"Did she have a family?"
You let out a short laugh at Tony's question.
"She had us." You retort trying to control your tears.
"Why are you guys talking like she's not coming back?" Thor asked angrily. "We have the stones, we will bring her back."
"It can't be undone." Clint said next, nipping in the bud the shred of hope that had risen in your chest. You sobbed. "She sacrificed herself for the stone, her soul was the price." He says looking forward. He lets out a breathless sigh. "It should have been me."
"You bet it did." You retort bitterly as you get up and walk away. No one follows you this time.
You go directly back to Nat's room. And you stay there for two days. When you calm down, and decide to take a shower and try to eat something, on the way out of the bathroom, you stop in front of her closet.
She would hate for you to take her clothes without asking, but you are wearing one of her leather jackets anyway. Wanda used to steal them too, and you both used to joke that it was because Nat had a wonderful fashion sense.
Now you had lost your two friends, and you were alone. You tried to control your sobs. Her sacrifice had to be worth it. So you put on her clothes and went out into the living room.
//-//
The team was arguing when you came in. You just blinked in surprise when you noticed the iron gauntlet. Tony really did it.
You tried to argue that you could handle the gauntlet's power too, but Bruce insisted that since he was made of gamma ray in his Hulk form, that was what he was there for.
And then he snapped his fingers.
You looked at Clint in surprise when he took a call from Laura.
"Honey?" He whispered tearfully and you felt your heart soar. And then something exploded and you were creating a force field to save Clint from the rubble.
When you were finished falling among the remains of the completely destroyed Avengers compound, you checked to see if the archer was okay, sighing with relief when he opened his eyes.
"Stand up." You ordered helping him to stand. "We have to find the others."
"The gauntlet." He warns pointing to something among the stones that glowed in the dark a few feet away from you. Before you could walk towards the item, a noise caught your attention.
Clint aimed an arrow from the direction of the sound, and you choked as the space creatures moved in the dark.
"Go." You shouted to him before starting to attack the beings as he ran to reach the gauntlet and leave the place, you following him with some delay.
You almost died a couple of times though. And when you reached Clint again, there were two Nebula's with him, and a green girl.
"What's going on, people?" You asked confused, and then let out a surprised exclamation when you realized that one of the Nebula's had a gunshot mark on her chest.
"I'll explain on the way, we have to get out of here." Clint spoke pulling you through the halls.
"Wait, she killed her past self? Isn't that going to be a problem?" You exclaim as soon as Clint explains it to you and he shrugs his shoulders. "May I ask why you are green?" You say to the strange girl next to you and she looks at you reproachfully.
"Why aren't you?"
"Touché" You retort smiling, "I am Y/N."
"Gamora."
When you reach the battlefield, things are chaotic and you barely have time to notice your surroundings and you are already fighting again.
Your heart races when you realize that everyone is back. But you don't have time to talk to anyone now, as you are busy fighting.
A red glow catches your attention, however. Completely taking your attention is the right thing to say.
"Who's got the gauntlet?" You hear Steve ask over the team's communicator, but you don't wait for the answer; you're headed toward Wanda.
When you find her, she has the titan trapped in her magic. You choke with excitement at seeing her again, feeling your eyes water.
But then a loud explosion catches your attention. Thanos has activated the airstrike, and you are running toward Wanda, reaching her just before one of the missiles reaches you two.
"Whoa, hi!" She greets you in surprise as you roll on the ground together. A mixed force field between your and her magic surrounds you, protecting you two from the attacks. You let out an exclamation of happiness, raising your hand to her face, wanting to confirm that she was really there.
"God, it's really you." You gasp with emotion, letting your tears flow. Wanda probably doesn't understand what is happening, but she hugs you back as you bury your face in her neck.
This can't last long, though. You take one last look at her face before standing up, the force field still surrounding the two of you as you help her to her feet.
However, when you go to ask her how you could take down the ship, someone does it for you.
"Wow, that's cool" You comment with a smile watching Carol destroy the entire ship with one blow.
"I think you're drooling." Wanda scoffs lightly making you laugh awkwardly.
"Shut up."
And then you are fighting again.
You have the impression that you are losing. But then Thanos' army is turning to dust before your eyes and you are exchanging a confused look with Wanda.
"Tony snapped his fingers." Steve says into the comm and you choke in surprise. Then you are running halfway across an open field until you catch up with your friends.
Pepper is kissing her husband's cheek when you arrive.
"S-Steve, what?" - You ask and he just shakes his head, thick tears in his eyes.
You gasp and then there are arms around you. It takes a moment for you to hug Wanda back. And when Steve takes Tony's body, she holds your hand.
//-//
Your hands are shaking as you step out of the shower.
You are staying at Tony's house, as are some of the others, while the compound area is being restored and Pepper organizes the funeral.
The laundry on your bed is Natasha's last set of clothes, and you don't want to cry anymore, but your face is wet anyway.
You finish getting dressed, but remain sitting on the bed in the room you are sharing with Wanda. The redhead enters a moment later, but you don't look at her.
Wanda sighs slightly and sits down beside you.
"Do you also have the feeling that everything is a bad dream?" She starts after a moment, you blink in surprise feeling a bit distracted and forcing yourself to pay attention. "Like the pain is so overwhelming, it's easier to think it's all temporary. Because there' s not the slightest chance you can survive this for much longer."
"Yes. I feel exactly like that." You agree smiling faintly. "But that's grief. No matter how impossible it seems now, it gets better."
"How can you know that?"
"Because I already lost you once."
Wanda blinks in surprise and then looks straight ahead. You don't face her either.
"How was it?" she asks after a moment, almost in a whisper. Clearly not exactly sure whether to ask that or not. You let out a dry laugh, running your hand over your face to wipe away the tears.
"What kind of question is that?" you retort and Wanda lets out a sigh, apologizing, but you shake your head. "You know exactly how I felt Wanda. Because you lost Vision too."
Wanda swallows dryly, looking at you with a frown. You stand up, leaving no room for questions.
You leave the room next, it was better to try to eat something.
//-//
Steve Rogers is going back to the past. And he will stay there.
He confesses this to you on the eve of Tony's funeral, and you push him by the shoulders, before hugging him tightly. Bucky also cries when he tells him.
No one else must know, not yet. You go back into the room you share with Wanda and mask your tears. She probably thinks it's because of Nat, so she doesn't press you to talk.
When the ceremony takes place the next day, you entwine your arm with Steve's. You were about to lose the three leaders of the Avengers all at once, and it looked like your heart couldn't take it.
But Steve smiles, and squeezes your hand lightly, before going to talk to Potts. You walk to the edge of the lake at the cabin, joining Clint and Wanda.
"I wish there was a way to tell her." Says the man after a moment. You clench your jaw, knowing exactly who he is talking about. "Of telling her that we won."
"Natasha was sure we would make it." You say half hoarsely, trying to hold back the cry. "She trusted us. That's why she did what she did."
Clint nods slightly, not holding back the tears that were falling from his eyes.
"She knows." Wanda said next. "They both know."
Clint slung an arm around Wanda's shoulder and one around yours, embracing you both. You allowed yourself to cry some more.
//-//
There are no more Avengers. At least not for now.
The world is in complete chaos with everyone coming back after five years.
You don't want to think about how many responsibilities you will have to take on when you are a hero again, you just want to get some rest.
Your first stop is Vision's grave. The restoration of the complex took a few weeks, but Potts was kind enough to take care of everything.
You took Wanda there as soon as everything was ready.
"I know we haven't talked about this yet, but, I got it back." You tell her as you walk together to the spot Potts showed you on the map. "After Thanos activated the missiles, I worried that something had happened, but the restoration team was able to map everything out again." You counters by leading her around the place.
Wanda just listened to your words, saying nothing. She seemed surprised by everything.
You reached a small hill, where there were two small metal and rock tombstones. On the first gravestone you made a few years ago completely recovered by Potts' team and already with slightly rusty lettering, it read "Pietro Maximoff - Brother, Friend and Hero. You are loved beyond words and lost beyond measure." On the second, a newer metal, and with gold lettering, it read "Vision Maximoff - Friend, Lover and Hero. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die."
"I used to bring flowers, but..."
You fell silent as Wanda hugged you. You reciprocated the hug for a moment, until Wanda let go, smiling weakly at you before turning around, kneeling on the graves.
As she ran her fingers over the letters, you cleared your throat.
"I know you two weren't married, but since Vis didn't have a last name..."
"It's okay." She interrupted in a whiny voice. "Thank you."
She stood there for many minutes. You don't mind waiting. And when she allowed it, you hugged her again, wiping away her tears.
You returned to the compound just as the sun was setting.
//-//
You were going to help Wanda to have a proper grief.
She had the same quirks as you, unhealthy habits of disconnecting from reality.
You wouldn't want that for her. Vision wouldn't want that.
The day after you took her to Pietro and Vision's grave, you appeared in her room in the morning. A tray of breakfast in your hand.
"I don't want to get up." She grumbled against the pillows when you entered the room without knocking, opening the curtains.
"I know, but it's almost ten thirty and you need to eat something." You said, leaving the tray on the bedroom table.
The first day she resisted. But two weeks later, she was already on her feet when you came into the room. You always ate together, and you made a point of taking her for walks, and spending time doing the things she liked, for example watching old TV series together.
"Potts called me." You said as you two shared coffee. "She wants me to take over the compound."
Wanda let out a surprised exclamation and you laughed lightly.
"Yeah I know, it's a lot." You say. "But Tony left the command to Steve. And Steve left it to me."
"Are you sure you want this?" She asked looking at you. You shrug.
"It's not about wanting it, Wands," you say. "I am who I am after all. These powers are with me for a reason. Maybe I can use them to do something good."
Wanda nods slightly, looking at you in a way that makes you embarrassed.
"And what does the government think of all this?" She asks and you sigh, running your fingers through your hair.
"They want to control everything of course." You tell her. "Potts is trying to keep everything classified as private property, but after Thanos, that's pretty unlikely."
"I guess the treaty of Sokovia was inevitable after all." She then comments, and you grumble in agreement.
"I would like to enjoy the rest of my vacation, though" You say with a smile, making Wanda look at you.
"What do you want to do?"
"I'm torn between a quiet weekend at a spiritual retreat or getting completely drunk in Las Vegas."
Wanda laughs.
"Okay." She says smiling, "Let's do both then."
"Oh, you like both then?"
"Oh, yeah."
Wanda replies wryly, and you notice her cheeks flush slightly, suggesting that she understood your insinuation. You laugh, going back to eating.
//-//
Sam has been calling you for a few hours, and you left an automated message on the answering machine that says "I'm on vacation, if it's life or death, send a letter".
You are driving to Las Vegas now, humming a pop song on the radio with Wanda in the passenger seat.
"Now that you are Tony's heiress you will spend the money on gambling, I suppose" She teases making you laugh.
"I'm not Tony's heiress." You counter laughing.
"Oh, yes, sorry, Miss Avengers leader."
You laugh at the teasing, then turn up the volume. You and Wanda sing at the top of your lungs.
When you park in front of the first big casino you encounter, Wanda has a mischievous grin on her face.
"I bet I win more games than you do." She says stopping in front of you.
"Can we use our magic?" You ask in the same joking tone, and she nods. You let out an excited exclamation. "Game on."
//-//
You two are thrown out of the casino a few hours later.
You both laugh as you run away from the angry security guards and get into the car quickly, many small coins falling out of your pockets. You drive through town, until you find a bar that seems crowded.
"Ready for the second half of your vacation?" Wanda asks with amusement as you get out of the car, making you laugh. Parties aren't really your thing, but you had said you wanted to drink after all.
The girl at the door looks at your clothes with a judgmental eye, but you think Wanda may have used her powers to get you two into the club.
The atmosphere is extremely noisy and with lots of lights, but you are not bothered when you start drinking.
"I think this is the worst way to go through grief" You comment before you and Wanda pour a shot of vodka together.
She laughs lightly afterwards.
"It's fun though."
And then she is pulling you onto the dance floor. You are too drunk to care about the closeness. You laugh as you dance together.
As the nightclub is beginning to empty, you and Wanda stumble out, visually drunk.
"Where's the car, Wands?" You ask between giggles, Wanda shrugs her shoulders, leaning on you to be able to walk.
It takes many minutes for you to find the vehicle. And when you do, Wanda passes out in the back seat. You use the rest of your sobriety to throw a jacket over her body, before sitting down in the front seat and falling asleep.
The next morning you both have a very bad migraine, and decide to have breakfast at a dinner on the way back to the compound.
Sitting on opposite sides of the same table, you drink some orange juice while Wanda steals a piece of your pancakes. You don't mind.
"Where are we going to spend the last stage of your vacation?" She asks curiously, and you rest your face on your hand while propping your elbow on the table.
"I don't know." You say. "I don't think I know anywhere quiet."
Wanda stands thoughtfully for a moment.
"We could rent a cabin."
"I make minimum wage."
Wanda laughs rolling her eyes. But she becomes quiet next, her expression serious.
"I can split the bill with you."
You raise a curious eyebrow.
"May I ask where the money comes from? Please don't say drug dealing."
Wanda laughs, looking away.
"Shut up." She retorts the next moment. "So what, you'll take it?"
You look at her suspiciously. You weren't going to pressure her into telling you what she didn't want, wishing to give her privacy.
"All right, Wands."
Wanda smiles at you, raising her hand. You give a "Hi-Five" and the waitress looks at you curiously.
//-//
Maybe renting a cabin with the woman you've secretly loved for years wasn't your best idea, but you're handling things well.
You were only going to stay three days, and if you could disguise that you completely melted when Wanda touched you or how cute she looked when she woke up, you'd be fine.
The cabin had two rooms, which was the best thing for your sanity.
After you had finished unpacking, you decided to prepare something to eat.
"How do you know how to cook this?" Wanda asks in surprise as she joins you in the kitchen. "By the way, how do you have the ingredients to make it?"
"I bought it on the way, smarty pants" You replied with amusement, moving around the kitchen to prepare the Sokovian Stew. "And I've cooked it for you before, I don't understand the surprise."
Wanda laughed lightly, remembering.
"Sorry, you're right." She says leaning against the countertop as she watches you cook.
"Come here and see if the seasoning is good." You tell her a moment later as you are stirring the pots.
You raise the spoon toward Wanda, expecting her to take it. But she just brings her mouth close to the cutlery, and looks at you as she tastes the food. You swallow dryly, feeling your heart race at the intensity of her gaze. You almost choke when she lets out a groan of satisfaction.
"It's delicious."
"Uh." It is the only sound you are able to produce, as Wanda looks up at you with an innocent smile. You quickly face the pot again, trying not to embarrass yourself so much.
"I'll set the table for us."
//-//
"Are you sure food is not your love language?" Wanda asks suggestively when you hand her a mug of hot chocolate. You are on the veranda, a few hours after dinner. You laugh lightly.
"My what?"
She settles into the seat she is sitting on, turning her face to you as you sit down next to her.
"Your love language." She explains with a smile. "There are several, one of them is cooking for the people you love."
You frown slightly, growing thoughtful.
"That's hardly mine, Wands." - You reply. "I hate cooking."
"What are you talking about, you always cook for me!" She retorts with a mix of confusion and humor in her voice, you shrug.
"It's because it's you." You say looking away.
"What does that mean?" She asks and you sigh lightly, taking a sip of your chocolate. Wanda looks at you incredulously. "You're not going to tell me then. Okay."
"Tell me more about these love languages." You ask next trying to change the focus of the subject from yourself.
Wanda seems excited to talk about it.
"Okay, I think there are five kinds." She starts with a smile, you're just happy to hear her say anything. And she sounds absolutely adorable when she talks about something that gets her excited. "They are words of affirmation, quality time, touch, acts of service, and gifts."
"What happened to cooking?" You tease and she pats your shoulder, laughing.
"I guess it comes into gift giving" She says thoughtfully. "But I read somewhere that it was like a sixth language".
You make an understanding noise with your mouth, but Wanda interprets your lack of reaction as a lack of interest, and apologizes that she is boring you. You frown.
"Hey, what are you talking about? I love this idea!" You assure her, and she smiles shyly after a moment. "I was just wondering which language I fit best in. That is, if I'm the one who decides that?"
"It's not a decision really." She says. "It's more of an analysis in how you behave. Usually the people around you notice."
"Oh, right." You grumble in agreement. "You really would make a terrible analyst then." You tease and Wanda laughs, pushing you lightly and making a face when she almost knocks over your hot chocolate. You laugh. "That story that I cook to show my love, not a thing."
Wanda rolls her eyes amused and then looks at you curiously.
"Oh yeah, and what do you think your language is then?"
You think for a moment.
"I have no idea." You confess and Wanda laughs looking away, "That's harder than it sounds."
"Take a guess."
"Um... I don't think they are words of affirmation." You say and she looks at you expectantly, wanting you to talk more about it. You smile awkwardly. "I never know what to say, so that would be the last language I would think of."
Wanda smiles, biting her lip and shaking her head slightly.
"What else?"
You inhale deeply, thinking.
"Well, I'm not the best gift-giving person." You counters. "Maybe quality time is a good option, but I'm not sure either. I'm pretty anti-social."
"I think quality time might be your thing." She says with a fond smile.
You raise your eyebrow curiously.
"Why do you say that?"
"Look around you." She replies with a smile, and you understand that this is exactly what is happening now. You give a shy little laugh.
"Can I make it official then?" You ask and Wanda laughs.
"I don't know, don't you like the others?"
"I forget which ones they are." You confess and Wanda laughs.
"Touch and Acts of Service." She clarifies and you nod in understanding.
" Okay let me think about it." You begin running your fingers through your hair quickly. "How can anyone know that touch is their thing?"
"I guess if the person likes to be touched." Wanda says and you raise your eyebrow in confusion. "Like, if you like to give hugs or cuddle."
"Do some people not like that?"
Wanda laughs.
"I think we have an answer." She says and you smile, shrugging.
"No, seriously. I don't know." You speak. "I guess I have no problem with touching people I like, but I can't tell if that would be my language."
"Okay." Wanda says and you look at her curiously as she picks up your mug and places it on the table along with hers. She moves a little closer to you, and entwines your hands together. You swallow dryly.
"Do you like that?" She asks gently, and you look into her eyes, glowing green. You nod shyly, and Wanda smiles. She releases your hands to slip her arms over your shoulder, and you melt into her embrace almost instantly. "Is that good?"
"Yes." You whisper with flushed cheeks. Wanda releases you next.
"I think we have a winner." She jokes, and you giggle awkwardly.
"What about you? What's your language?"
"Definitely quality time" She says and you smile.
"I think words of affirmation are your thing too."
Wanda looks at you curiously.
"Why?"
"Because you're nice." You say. "You say nice things all the time I mean. You are an affectionate person."
"Maybe words of affirmation are your thing." She hits back with flushed cheeks, you laugh awkwardly looking away.
"What happens if people have different love languages?" You ask after a moment. "Do they fight?"
Wanda sighs lightly, thoughtfully.
"I don't really know." She replies. "I think they each show their love in a different way, and if they talk, there's no reason to fight."
You nod in agreement and then straighten your posture, extending your hand to Wanda.
"Miss Maximoff, I swear I will try to show my affection to you with words of affirmation and quality time" You tell her in a fake serious tone, and Wanda joins in on the joke, agreeing to shake your hand.
"I swear I will try to show my affection to you with touch and also with quality time." She repeats the pledge, and you both look serious for a second, before laughing.
Neither of you realizes that by proposing to act outside your comfort zone for each other, perhaps acts of service are the best suitable love language for you two.
//-//
The second day at the cabin is like heaven on earth.
You wake up early, have coffee with Wanda, and walk a short trail with her until lunchtime. You cook again, and she teases you about it. In the afternoon you play monopoly, and cards. She makes you tea, and then you two sit on the sofa, each with a book, just enjoying each other's company.
It must be about ten o'clock at night when Wanda starts to yawn. You two are already lying on the couch, and you poke her ribs with your foot and she laughs lightly.
"Go to bed." You tell her with a smile, and she looks quickly at you.
"I don't want to sleep." She says and yawns next, making you laugh.
"Of course you don't."
Wanda laughs and then closes the book, placing it on the small table beside the sofa. She buries her body against the cushions afterwards. You laugh as you look at her.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't want to get up." She replies by closing her eyes. You laugh, closing the book and sitting down. You place the book on the coffee table, and when Wanda yawns again you sigh.
"Come on you big baby, I'll take you to bed." - You tell her as you approach. Wanda lets out an exclamation as picks her up and carries her, blushing as she places her hands on your neck. You were laughing and didn't realize it.
When you reach your bedroom door, Wanda uses her powers to open the door, and you look at her quickly to thank her, which is a mistake, because you realize how close you are. It's hard to reach the bed without shaking now.
"Here we go." You mumble clumsily as you lay her down on the bed. Wanda doesn't let go of your neck however, and you swallow dryly. "Wanda?"
"Can I kiss you?" she asks breathlessly, and you feel your stomach drop. Your bodies are very close together, as you bent down to place her on the bed. Your hands are stretched out beside her neck, to keep you from falling on top of her.
"Are you sure?" You reply in the same tone, your voice husky. Wanda nods biting her lips lightly, her face very flushed.
You slowly advance against her and she meets you on the way. You both sigh as your lips touch. It is as overwhelming as you ever imagined it would be.
Wanda nuzzles the back of your neck lightly and you slide your tongue against hers, changing the intensity of the kiss.
She sighs, pulling you down and you shiver as you rest your weight against her.
When you pull away to take a breath, your foreheads stay together.
"Wanda..." You start breathlessly, trying to decide what to say.
"I like you." She confesses in the same tone, her voice husky. You feel your heart race. "Is that okay?"
You let out a short laugh, nodding. You kiss her again, smiling against her lips.
You kiss for several minutes, and when your lips are swollen and you are hot, you part. It's still early for this, you don't want to press Wanda.
"Maybe I should go to my room" You whisper against her lips, finding hard to reason with such closeness. Wanda kisses you again, making you sigh. You are almost giving up on the idea of getting up when she breaks the kiss, biting your lip as she does so.
"Goodnight, darling" She whispers and you melt at the nickname, but smile, starting to get up. Wanda is still lying there, just as affected by the make-out session as you are, and you just smile shyly at her as you say goodnight and go back to your room.
You both have silly smiles on your faces as you fall asleep.
//-//
There is a delicious tension in your relationship with Wanda now.
You got up early on your last day, and went into the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you. While you were preparing coffee, Wanda woke up.
She stretched, and seemed to hesitate slightly about what to do next, but you were already handing her a cup of coffee and kissing her cheek before walking over to the table.
You sit in silence, glances and smiles stolen between the small talk.
When you have finished eating, you turn on the television, and Wanda sits down next to you.
"Come here" you ask softly, and she smiles as she approaches, cuddling up to you. You watch some silly movie together, and you like to feel Wanda laughing against you.
In the afternoon, Wanda is the one who prepares lunch, and you lean on the counter when you finally decide to look at your cell phone. You sigh as you look at the number of missed calls and notifications. There are at least a dozen messages from Sam saying that something was wrong.
"What is it?" Wanda asks when she notices your expression.
"Dever calling us" You reply with a mixture of weariness and irony, shaking the cell phone. Wanda exchanges an understanding look with you, and you put the cell phone on the counter, sinking your face into your hands. She gives the pot one last check, and you are slightly startled when she moves in front of you, gently pulling your hands away from your face.
"I just wanted to stay here forever" You confess and let out a short laugh "I know it's selfish, but I just... it feels like my whole life I've been fighting." You tell her with a sad smile. "This must be the most at peace and content I've felt in a long time"
Wanda raises her hands to caress your cheeks.
"It's not selfish." She says tenderly. "I know exactly how it feels, darling. Ever since I was a child, Pietro and I went from one fight to another." She tells you and you let your hands rest against her waist. "I can't thank you enough for giving me moments like that."
You smile, shaking your head slightly. Then you sink your face into Wanda's neck and she hugs you back.
Now that your cell phone is no longer on silent, it doesn't take long for another call to come in. You grumble when you let go of Wanda to answer it.
Sam is saying something about a new Captain America and you are frowning, but smile when Wanda presses her fingers against your forehead to get you to stop grimacing.
"Are you listening to me?" Sam asks half impatiently on the other end of the line. You had been silent because Wanda is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen and she is standing right in front of you, smiling.
"Of course, Sammy." You then reply, raising your free hand to Wanda's cheek caressing her skin. "I'll come back to the compound tonight and then we'll talk better."
"Okay, just hurry please." He asks and looks tired. "Things are a mess".
You hang up and move forward, kissing Wanda intensely. She sighs against your lips, and you wish you could call Sam again and tell him you're not going anywhere.
//-//
When you return to the compound again there is a lot of work.
You find out that Sam is going to become the new Captain America and you couldn't be prouder.
You are no stranger to the idea that he should be the new leader of the Avengers, as Steve was. It feels right and you tell him so.
He seems surprised that you refuse the leadership, but you assure him that it was never really your thing, you would be happy in solo missions and other activities.
Besides this, things with Wanda were going in a direction you never imagined.
Part of you kept repeating that she would never look at you if Vision were alive, but you suppress these thoughts as much as you can.
You start going out frequently, casual encounters that leave you two with flushed cheeks and racing hearts. There are some kisses. But in general, Wanda is already so much a part of your life that nothing has really changed. You live together in the complex, and spend almost all your free time together.
There are many missions now, many people needing help.
Four months after you started to go out, Shuri calls you.
She apologizes for not getting in touch sooner, explaining how complicated things have become in Wakanda as well. You assure her that it's okay and that you would like to visit her when you can. She has a mysterious tone when she says that she needs your help with a project, and that she would have more information in a few days. You are curious and thoughtful as you hang up the cell phone and walk back to your room.
Wanda is strangely quiet the next day. You don't understand what is going on, but when you check the calendar, you bite the inside of your cheek. It was the anniversary of Vision's death. For you it had been five years, but for her, only a few months. Sighing sadly, you prepare something hot for her to eat.
When you arrive in her room, she has a sad and thoughtful countenance and is slightly startled when you enter without knocking, but you just smile and put the tray of soup on the table.
"I brought you some food, baby" You say tenderly and Wanda looks at you just for a moment. You notice a piece of paper in her hands and have a curious expression. "What's that?"
Wanda's eyes immediately fill with tears, and you blink in concern. She holds out the paper to you.
It is a house plan. It is stamped "property sold" with the date close to when you traveled to the cottage. You understand where the money came from now. But what catches your eye is the scrawl in red in the center, which reads "To grow old together, V."
Swallowing dryly, you fold the paper again, leaving it on the table before returning to Wanda.
"I'm sorry, I just... I just miss him and it seems like everything changed all at once"
"No, Wanda. It's okay." You assure her as you sit up and wrap her in a hug, which made her cry, but also relax her immediately. "I wish I could take this pain away from you, but I can't. I'm really sorry for the life you two couldn't live together."
Wanda sobs against your T-shirt and while you soothe her to sleep, you decide what you are going to do.
//-//
Shuri called. So you were going to Wakanda, Bucky next to you on the plane.
You teased him one last time about his new name "white wolf" before you got off.
You hugged your friend tight before you two left for the laboratory.
"I managed to recover the wreckage of your machine" She tells you with animation. You push down any insecurity as you smile, and hand her the projects that have been locked away in your room for five years.
You will work together again. It will take some time, due to the amount of tasks, but you will have this as your main project.
After three days, you and Bucky return home.
Before you enter the compound, he calls out to you.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks with a worried look, you nod.
"They belong together, Buck." You say with a bitter taste in your mouth. Bucky has an almost pitying look on his face and you hate it, so you are changing your stance. "Don't say anything to Wanda, though. I can't give her hopes like that and fail. She can only know if I succeed."
Bucky nods in understanding and you walk back.
//-//
Your heart and your body belong completely to Wanda Maximoff. You eventually realize this when you return to the compound, and even though you are secretly working to resurrect her dead boyfriend, you can't resist her.
Perhaps the best choice would have been to end things between you, but all you can do is completely melt in her presence. You laugh at her jokes, engage in her conversations, and fall apart in her kisses.
The trips to Wakanda become more frequent over the next month, and you begin to miss Wanda terribly when you are away, but you use this frustration to work.
It's May, and you'll need to travel again just three days after you arrive, and by the way things are going well, this should be your last trip to Wakanda.
"Okay, Shuri, thanks for letting me know. I'll get everything ready." You tell her through the hologram in your room and she smiles before hanging up. You are startled when you notice Wanda at the door.
"Are you leaving again?" She asks annoyed and you nod sadly.
You hope that Wanda will not be as upset as she has been the last few times. You obviously don't tell her the reason you go to Wakanda so much, and Bucky covers for you by saying it was confidential. It has been enough to maintain the logic that the less people knew, the less dangerous it was, and Wanda believes it.
"I'll call you while I'm there" You tell her trying to soften her annoyance as she walks into her room closing the door.
"It's not the same." She mumbles moving closer only to pass her arms around your torso. "I miss you."
You feel your heart soar as you hug her back. You know that the sentence refers to the new distance you have put between you, and part of you wants to confess everything. But you hold your words back.
"Everything is going to be okay, Wanda." You tell her disguising any sign of your recent need to cry. "This is going to be the last time."
Wanda then releases you, looking at you tenderly. You smile back, and she moves in to kiss you.
You know those kisses. The ones she only gives when you are alone, or when you have been apart too long. Kisses that are dangerous to cross barriers that you didn't know if she was ready to cross, and that also make your body hot and take your breath away.
Going out for almost seven months, this was the only line you hadn't crossed yet. Honestly, your cuddling sessions were borderline. But there were so many other things about your relationship that sex really wasn't the focal point.
And then you had Wanda kissing you like this and you couldn't resist.
Letting your hands slide down her body, you felt her sigh against your lips as you squeezed her ass, pressing her forward against you.
You began to walk with Wanda around the room, exchanging passionate, hot kisses, until she stumbled on the bed and you fell over her body on the mattress.
When your clothes came off, you reached for one of her hands and entwined it in yours on top of her head, kissing her neck as you trembled at the sound of her moans.
Wanda came on your fingers, moaning your name with her eyes closed and mouth open as you kept your free hand entwined in hers. You looked at her with adoration, thinking she was absolutely perfect.
You came against her thigh, and then she came in your mouth a few moments later. You repeated it one more time until your bodies were too tired to do it again.
You woke up first the next day, and while preparing coffee, you felt your face getting wet. You were going to lose her again. But you quickly wiped the tears away. She was never really yours to lose.
//-//
Bucky didn't come back to Wakanda with you, and you figured he had some other mission. You also insinuated that he was spending a lot of time outside the compound with Sam, and laughed when he got flushed and told you to go fuck yourself.
When you arrived at Shuri's lab, you didn't sleep properly for two weeks.
//-//
Non-Reader Pov
Bucky nodded slightly when Wanda entered the kitchen. She had been really upset these days, feeling lonely. But Y/N made the soldier promise to check on her girlfriend often and keep her company, so that's exactly what he's been doing.
After coffee, he suggested that they walk around the compound for a while, and the witch accepted.
"You know, I think Nat would like to see you two together." Commented the soldier with a smile. Wanda grumbled in agreement, slightly distracted, but then she assumed a confused expression.
"What do you mean?" She asked and Bucky blinked curiously. "How did Nat know that Y/N liked me?"
Bucky let out a short laugh also confused by the conversation.
"What do you mean, Wanda? Everyone knew all along."
Wanda stops walking, blinking with confusion.
"Bucky, what? No, Y/N and I only fell in love after Thanos, what do you..."
Bucky laughs in disbelief and confusion.
"Whoa, she really didn't tell you." He says surprised and at Wanda's expression, he straightens his posture, putting his hands in his pockets as he looks at her. "Look, maybe it wasn't the best idea for me to be the one to tell you, but I imagine since you're together now it won't make much difference." He says, sighing slightly. "She's been in love with you ever since you joined the Avengers. You were the reason she fought alongside Steve when he defied the law for me. Everyone always knew."
Wanda shook her head, surprised and incredulous.
"Bucky what are you saying?" Wanda muttered more to herself than to the soldier. Bucky just looked at her curiously.
"All these years, and you never knew." He said surprised.
Wanda felt her eyes fill with tears.
"But... Why didn't she say anything?" She asked holding back the tears. "I... She's been with me all this time, and... how could she not have said anything?"
Bucky shrugged.
"You had Vision, Wanda. She didn't want to make things awkward." He says. "She used to tell Natasha that loving you was enough. She never needed you to love her back."
Wanda gasps in surprise and cries, running her hands through her hair. Thousands of memories flashing through her mind at once. All the times Y/N was by her side, their escapes from the tower, their pranks, their jokes. The way she always stood up for her, helped her on missions, in training. How she blew up the TV set in the briefing room the day the government agent broadcast the report of what happened on Sokovia to the team in an attempt to shock them with Wanda's mistake. Pietro's grave, the way she took care of everything and assured Wanda that she was happy to help. But mostly in the way she always smiled when Wanda told her about Vision, how she supported her when they were on the run, and how she didn't leave her side when she was grieving.
Wanda couldn't imagine how much it must have hurt to watch the person you love, loving someone else.
Wanda let out a dry laugh, finally letting the tears flow.
"All this time, and she loved me in secret." She mumbles breathlessly. "How could she bear it?"
Bucky looked away.
"Well, she's always tougher than most."
Wanda shook her head, laughing sadly.
"Take me to Wakanda."
//-//
Reader Pov
You did it.
"Shuri, is this really happening?" You ask with a mixture of surprise and excitement. Your eyes completely glaze over in front of you.
The door to the machine you created then opened, a metallic noise filling the room. It took the machine man a few seconds to open his eyes, and when he did you held your breath.
"You really did it." Shuri said to you impressed and looking forward as well.
"We did." You retorted taking a step towards the being that was looking at you with curiosity. He seemed to be getting used to the idea of being online again. "Vision?"
The question escaped your lips firmly, although your heart was racing.
Vision moved out of the machine, looking around.
"I'm confused." The male voice filled the room. "I think I've been asleep. My last memory is of a field."
You gasp, feeling your eyes fill with water.
"I can't believe you're here, buddy" You tell him, stepping forward to hug him. Vision doesn't respond however, still appearing to be in shock.
When you let go, you are smiling.
"I'll explain everything to you, Vis."
Shuri leads you to a meeting room, and she keeps checking Vision's functionality signals while you talk for a bit. You tell him about the blip, about his death, and a little about Thanos. He is different, maybe it is the stone. He seems more mechanical and logical than ever, talking about statistics and asking about social impacts. You just think he needs to get used to the world again.
"There's someone coming to see you" Shuri announces after a moment while fiddling with her computer.
"T'Challa wants to check if we are eating properly again?" You joke and Shuri laughs, but then she frowns.
"Actually it's..."
The door to the room then opens. You get up from your armchair in surprise to see Wanda standing there. She looks at you with adoration in her eyes, but her expression falls completely when she notices who is beside you.
Her face is a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and confusion. You swallow dryly, ignoring the urge to cry, and force yourself to smile shyly.
Wanda walks towards you slowly.
"I've been working to bring him back, Wanda." You explain in a husky voice. "To bring him back to you."
Wanda's eyes are filled with tears, and she gasps as Vision rises from the armchair, looking at her curiously.
"How...?" Wanda asks breathlessly, but she sobs then moves forward to embrace the robot.
You feel your heart break, because it is over. You smile however, nodding to Shuri lightly as you leave the two of them alone.
When you reach the hallway, your hands and legs are shaking and you lean on the wall to keep from falling to the floor. Bucky is joining the two of you as Shuri looks at you with concern.
"Everything okay?" She asks touching your arm lightly. You nod frantically.
"I did what I had to do." You say breathlessly, holding back tears. "She...She's happy."
Bucky exchanges a look with Shuri and then he is asking if he can hug you. You nod slightly and when he does, you collapse.
//-//
You are avoiding Wanda.
It's childish, but you feel your heart ache every time you think about seeing her, so you're trying to buy time to only talk to her again when you can show that you're happy for her.
It has been two days since she arrived in Wakanda.
You and Bucky are in rooms in the same hallway, and you know that Shuri has set up facilities for Vision and Wanda to be together. You haven't seen her yet, and it's all due to the fact that you accepted whatever task the king had to keep you well away from the castle.
You returned very late to your room on the third day, and Bucky was waiting for you in the hallway.
"You two need to talk." He said, following you into the room as you sighed.
"I know, Buck." You grumble taking off your jacket. "I just need time, I...I think I'll crumble if I see her again"
Bucky runs his hand across his face, slightly impatient.
"No, you don't understand." He says. "You just brought her dead boyfriend back, you can't just ignore her."
You throw yourself on the bed, closing your eyes.
"I'm really considering alcoholism now." You grumble, and Bucky laughs lightly.
"Talk to her." He says before turning to leave.
You take a while to fall asleep after that.
//-//
You see Wanda again. At a safe distance. Your heart feels like it is going to jump out of your chest.
She and Vision go out for a walk just before lunchtime. You look at them from the balcony, their silhouettes in the field of flowers. It's beautiful. You don't realize that you are crying.
Walking to Shuri's labs, you intend to accept some project, but she has a worried look on her face when she looks at you.
" There' s something wrong." She comments by showing you a graph that you don't understand at first. "While you were behaving like a child, we had some problems." The teasing makes you blush slightly, but you are too worried to respond.
"What happened?"
Shuri sighs weakly.
"Wanda and Vision talked for a few hours. And then she realized what we didn't anticipate." She explained as she changed the chart. "Without the mind stone, Vision is just a computer program. There's nothing human in him anymore."
You blinked in confusion, and let out a short laugh.
"What are you talking about?" You ask, but before she answers you are talking again. "Vision was always a computer. His love for Wanda was his humanity."
Shuri shook her head in the negative.
"The mind stone created a connection with Wanda." She explained. "Without it, he is just a set of algorithms. He remembers everything he experienced, but he can no longer feel."
You gasp in surprise and then sit down on the floor, trying to understand exactly what you had done.
"I think our mistake was not accepting death." Shuri said after a while. "We can't reverse something like that. We should know."
"I can't believe I did that." You commented with a dry laugh. "I brought him back only for her to lose him again. My god what the fuck is wrong with me?"
Shuri walked over to you, kneeling in front of you, and placing a hand on your knee.
"You didn't know, okay?" She said trying to reassure you. " Your intentions were the best".
"That doesn't matter now". You grumble bitterly.
Eventually you get up, and decide that you should apologize.
Shuri tells you that she will handle everything with Vision, that she would ask him if he would like to continue to exist, if he had a purpose, or if he would like to be deactivated. You told her to make sure that he knew that he would always have a place on the Avengers team, and she smiled saying that Wakanda would also accept him.
//-//
Your heart was racing when you knocked on Wanda's door.
She used her powers to open it, and you walked in, finding her sitting on the bed, pensive.
"You finally decided to talk to me." She teased looking at the television. You swallowed dryly, twiddling your fingers nervously.
"I talked to Shuri." You begin with emotion showing in your voice. "She told me about...about everything. I'm so sorry Wanda." You cry. "I didn't know this was going to happen, I didn't mean to hurt you..."
Wanda blinks confusedly getting up as she approaches you, raising her hands to your face.
"It's okay." She assures wiping away your tears.
"No, it isn't. I brought him back only for you to lose him again, I can't believe I could do that to you, I'm sorry..."
"Stop. No." Wanda says shaking her head, her eyes filled with tears. She swallows her emotion as she looks at you tenderly. "You gave me a chance to say goodbye to him."
"Wanda..."
"I didn't have that chance before." She continues with a sad smile, "I am grateful for it."
"W-what?" you sigh breathlessly with incredulity.
Wanda smiled, stroking your cheek lightly.
"All this time, and you've been loving me in secret." She spoke tenderly, and you felt your face heat up.
"How...?"
"It doesn't matter." She interrupts shaking her head slightly, the look in her eyes is one of pure adoration. "I still don't understand how you can hide this from me, and..."
You shake your head, letting the tears flow.
"I just wanted you to be happy, Wanda." You interrupt with a smile. "It didn't have to be with me."
Wanda gasps slightly, and moves forward to kiss you on the mouth. The kiss doesn't last long, however, and she breaks away to bring your foreheads together.
"I love you." Wanda whispers against your lips, you sigh in surprise. "Sorry it took so long."
You let out a short laugh, hugging her. When she hooks her arms around your neck, you lift her off the ground, and Wanda lets out a giggle. You spin around, smiling, your chest exploding with happiness.
//-//
On your last day in Wakanda, you visit Vision.
He is in one of the castle rooms, looking contemplative, and pours you a cup of tea.
After you talk about what he wants to become, you hug him goodbye and he looks at you curiously.
"I never directly asked you what your motivation was for doing all this." Vision begins with a curious posture. "Shuri told me about your affection for Wanda, but I never understood precisely."
You look away from the floor, kind of awkwardly.
"I thought you two were soulmates." You say to him, and Vision observes you for a few seconds before speaking.
"How could we be soul mates, if I never had a soul?" He asks and you raise your face in surprise. Vision just smiles slightly as he puts his hand on your shoulder. "I wish you had told her how you felt in the beginning. It would have prevented so much suffering."
"Hey, we would feel your loss even if Wanda liked me..."
"I was talking about you." He interrupts with a smile and you fall silent, not knowing what to say next. "I hope you'll be happy together. You have a high level of compatibility."
You laughed at the mechanical way Vision spoke and gave him one last hug before leaving in farewell.
//-//
You return to Wakanda the following year. Many things are different now, from your address, to Wanda's rings, and your last names.
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Hello, can I request a Modern AU Wanda x Female Reader with the song If You Asked Me To by Angeline Quinto? Where basically Wanda and R are in this middle area of not being official and on and off relationship because Wanda has had shitty ex’s that have cheated on her. And hopefully happy ending? :)
I followed your request, but I don't know if it was exactly what you expected hahaha I hope you like it anyway.
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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - If You Asked Me To
Part 2 (Smut Special)
Summary: Prompt request “ Modern AU Wanda x Female Reader with the song If You Asked Me To by Angeline Quinto? Where basically Wanda and R are in this middle area of not being official and on and off relationship because Wanda has had shitty ex’s that have cheated on her.”
Words: 6.432K || Read on AO3
Warnings: Brief smut i think, cursing, mentions of drinking, a bit of angst, teasing, dirty talk, college au.
Marks: @abimess
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You were very angry with your best friend.
Carol Danvers made you drive three hours to her university and her dorm, only to leave you locked out.
You were calling for the ninth or tenth time when the phone went to voicemail again and you resisted the urge to throw the phone away and left a new message.
"Carol, if you haven't had an accident, I'm going to strangle you when you get here." You grumbled against the device. "I'm at your dorm door, where the hell are you?"
You waited for another fifteen minutes before a redheaded girl approached you, clearly wanting to open the door.
"Can I help you?" She asked curiously, you let out a sigh.
"You must be Natasha, Carol told me about you." You say and the girl confirms with a nod. "I'm her friend from NYU, she just stood me up."
The girl laughed lightly as she unlocked the door.
"No, she's just drunk in the building next door." She told you and you frowned. "Steve Rogers is having a party in the boys' dorm, and the last time I saw her, she was dancing on the table."
Natasha came into the room, beckoning you to follow her. She threw the bag she was carrying on the bed, and you threw your backpack on the bed that was supposed to be Carol's.
"I'm going to kill her." You grumble angrily, and Nat laughs.
"Please don't do that, nice roommates are hard to find." She jokes, sitting down on the bed. You laugh, taking one last look at your cell phone.
"Are you going to stick around?" You ask and the girl looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Carol had told me that you were going to sleep with your boyfriend or something, so the bed would be free." You clarify with flushed cheeks.
Nat bites her lips, slightly thoughtful.
"It's that option off." She comments. "We broke up tonight so."
"Damn, I'm sorry."
"It's okay." She assures with a smile. "He was kind of a jerk. And I do prefer chicks anyway."
You nod, not really knowing what to say. Nat looks at you with squinted eyes.
"Are you into girls?" She asks suddenly and you feel your cheeks heat up.
"S-sure." You reply. "But I'm not interested in you." You say and she raises her eyebrows in surprise, and you hasten to add. "No, sorry. Damn it is... I didn't mean it like that... I.... You're pretty and all but.... I don't... " You start to ramble on and she crosses her arms, looking at you with an amused smile on her lips. You take a deep breath before responding more firmly. "I meant that I'm already dating someone."
Nat laughs.
"I don't see a ring."
You blush looking at your hands at the same moment, and then looking at her.
"I..."
"I'm just messing with you." She says next, and you sigh with relief. But then she has a mischievous expression next. "But if you want my advice, I would put on a ring. A pretty girl like you sometimes needs a chain."
You swallowed dryly, looking away quickly. And then the door opened, and your best friend stumbled drunkenly inside, and she was not alone.
"Wow, I didn't know there were people here" Complains a very pretty black girl holding your friend by the waist and slightly startled when she notices you. Carol had her back turned and blinked in surprise when she turned around, clearly drunk. You crossed your arms.
"Hey, I know you!" She laughingly commented pointing her finger at you. You rolled your eyes, not being able to stay mad at her like that. It was funny.
"Ah, I have one of those faces you know." You commented with a smile. "Or maybe it's the fucking picture of us on your headboard."
Carol looked at you for a second and then let out a surprised exclamation, throwing her arms around you.
"I can't believe you're here! I've missed you so much!" she exclaimed happily hugging you and you rolled your eyes, laughing at her inebriated state. You held out your hand to greet the other girl as Carol stood over you.
"You must be Maria, right?" you asked and she confirmed with a nod, half embarrassed. "I was hoping to meet you over coffee, but I guess this will do."
Maria laughs lightly, she too looks drunk.
You sigh impatiently as you take Carol's arms off of you.
"We'll have a talk about commitment when you're sober, my sweet friend." You say to the blonde, who just smiles at you.
"Let's get something to drink while these two make out." Natasha comments getting up and pulling you by the hand.
//-//
You both end up in the dorm cafeteria, and you rub your forehead lightly, feeling tired.
"Is there somewhere for me to sleep, around here?" You ask Nat as you sit down at one of the tables. "I really don't want to drive to a motel."
Nat stands thoughtfully for a few seconds.
"You can sleep in Maria's bed, since she's sleeping with Carol." She suggests and you sigh, taking a sip of the drink you bought from the machine. The coffee was not good, and you grimaced.
"God, that's awful." You comment and Nat laughs.
"Yeah, nobody ever orders that."
"And why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I love to mess with the NYU kids."
You look at her in surprise, but then you laugh and Nat follows you.
"Fair enough." You grumble. The rivalry between the two colleges was not something unfamiliar to you.
"You might as well try Rogers' party." She starts with a suggestive smile. "Find a one-night stand, and get a bed to share."
You frown.
"I already told you I'm taken."
Nat laughs, taking a sip of her soda before speaking again.
"Yeah, and I'm not buying it."
You laugh, running your hands through your hair. Then you pull your cell phone out of your jacket pocket, and look for a picture in your gallery. You sigh when you don't find what you're looking for.
"Okay, I don't have any pictures with her, but that doesn't mean I'm lying..."
Nat laughs, placing the drink on the table and reaching for your cell phone, turning it over to herself. A picture of a redheaded girl on the glass screen.
"She's pretty." Nat comments. "Why don't you have pictures?"
You sigh, deciding if you should share with someone you just met. From what Carol said, Natasha was a nice girl. And honestly, you already liked her.
"We're not an official thing yet." You say shrugging, and putting your cell phone away, then putting your hands in your pockets. "Well, we are a thing. I'm just not sure what."
"Wow, that's trouble." She comments. "This kind of thing usually ends with everyone getting hurt."
"Yeah, I know." You mumble half annoyed. "But that it's temporary. We just need to connect properly, and everything will work out."
Nat looks at you with an insinuating smile.
"Someone is very much in love." She scoffs and you shrug, blushing. "That explains your gay panic earlier when I flirted with you."
You laugh sheepishly.
"Shut up."
//-//
You become friends with Natasha Romanoff after that. And now, almost three months later, you are single. Again.
"You know what, Wanda, do whatever you want." You retort angrily before slamming the door on your way out.
The first place you end up is in the outdoor area of the campus, sitting under one of the trees with your eyes closed.
"You young people are so dramatic." You hear a female voice comment wryly and open your eyes to face Professor Harkness, who teaches Social Psychology, standing in front of you with her hands in the pockets of her cardigan. She was probably one of the most controversial people you knew, impeccable teacher, but with questionable jokes. You liked her however.
"Hi, Mrs. Harkness." You mumbled.
"May I ask why you are striking the pose of the dramatic hero in a romance film? There are literally dry leaves falling all around you." She teases with a smile, you chuckle lightly.
"It's nothing, Mrs. Harkness." You tell her and she makes a slight movement with her head, indicating for you to walk with her. You sigh before standing up.
"I was talking to Principal Okoye at the entrance to the girls' dorm about the new coffee machines they installed in the teachers' lounge, and I, as well as the rest of the dorm, overheard your little disagreement with Miss Maximoff." She told as you walked side by side. You bit the inside of your cheeks, embarrassed. "Of course, my concern is that your grades will be affected by this conflict."
You laugh lightly, staring at the path in front of you. Mrs. Harkness was known for getting involved in the personal dramas of the students, and seemed to get a good kick out of it. You sighed lightly.
"Wanda and I are taking a break." You counters, and Harkness gives a chuckle.
"Young people, and these new forms of relationships." She retorts. "In my day we had one date and we were already getting married!"
"Is that why you divorced Professor Bohner?" You retort and Harkness seems impressed that you strike back, but laughs.
"Don't be a smart-ass, huh?"
You laugh, shaking your head slightly. A moment later, Agatha speaks again.
"Maybe I'm not in my position to comment, but I'm going to bring it up anyway." She begins. "I've noticed that you get especially quiet in my classes when you have some disagreement with Mrs.Maximoff, which is a shame, since I love the debates you bring to my class."
"I'm really starting to believe that all this talk is about the subject matter." You retort with a smile and you stop walking at a crossroads. The teacher smiles at you.
"Next week we're going to have an important test." She says. "Maybe you two should work things out between yourselves so that it doesn't affect your grades."
"Thanks for the warning, Ms.Harkness." You comment with an embarrassed smile.
She nods before walking toward the main building. You head in the opposite direction, thinking about spending some time in the game room.
//-//
You are playing pool when Tony Stark joins you. Resisting the urge to use the stick on his face instead of the ball, you take a deep breath and play.
"What's up, Y/N?" He asks with a cocky little smile and you roll your eyes. From the timing and the annoying way rumors were spreading around the university, he should have heard about your little disagreement with Wanda.
"I'd watch your next words if I were you, Stark." You mumble menacingly. "I'm the one holding a bat."
He laughs, raising his hands in surrender for a moment. A drink that should be whiskey dangling between his fingers.
"I came here as a friend." He retorts and you watch the table, waiting for your partner, Clint Barton, to make his move.
"We're not friends." You say and Stark laughs again, making an expression of fake offense that makes you roll your eyes in impatience. "What do you want?”
"A favor."
"God must be testing me." You say bending down to make your move in the game. Stark smiles realizing that you will listen to what he has to say.
"I'm having a party on Saturday." He begins and you walk around the table. "I wish your friend Pepper was there."
"Do I look like a cupid, Stark?" You retort impatiently. "Even more so for someone like you. I wouldn't do that to Pepper."
Stark laughs awkwardly.
"Hey, come on." He says. "This story again? I already apologized, it's water under the bridge."
You grip the bat tightly, looking at Stark angrily, and he sighs. "Look, I'm not like that anymore, okay?" he continues. "Pepper is a nice girl, and I'm trying to get serious with her, but she blocked me and I can't invite her to a party."
"You're ridiculous." You comment impatiently. "Knowing you, you'll hound me until I say yes. Tell you what, I'll tell Pepper you're having a party, and you don't talk to me for the next year, okay?"
Tony let out an exclamation of celebration and rushed to give you a kiss on the cheek before quickly pulling away before you slapped him. He ran outside, waving and laughing.
"You know, I'm still amazed at how cool you can be." Clint comments as you turn your attention back to the game. You blink in confusion.
"Why do you say that?"
"I would have killed Tony if he had done what he did to Wanda to Laura." He says as you play along. "I think it's pretty mature the way you both went through it, and you forgave him despite everything."
You shake your head.
"He didn't do anything to me, I have nothing to forgive." You retort. "I've known him since he was a kid, and he's always been a jerk." You say. "After what happened, I was very angry. But then time passed, and he's just a colleague now. If he leaves me alone, I have no reason to fight with him."
"Yet here you are arranging a date for him."
You let out a chuckle.
"Oh, yeah." You say. "How long before Tony finds out that Pepper is engaged, I wonder."
Clint blinks and then lets out a laugh.
"I'm impressed."
"Don't be." You say. "The best advantage of that story is that he won't talk to me for a whole year."
Clint laughs and you two play in silence.
When you finish, with him winning by a few points, it is you who pays the bill as you both bet.
On the way out, Laura calls him, and you go back to your dorm.
//-//
You skip the first period on Friday, Art History, because you sleep too much after staying up at dawn re-reading your messages with Wanda.
It's frustrating the way you can't get her out of your head.
Stumbling out of your bed, you are still yawning when you get out of the shower, and then you put on your first set of sweatshirts and leave for your next class.
Professor Harkness is already in the classroom when you enter.
You look at Wanda, already seated in one of the back seats when you sit down, but she quickly looks away from you.
"Dears, today I've brought a very relevant topic for our end-of-semester paper" Agatha begins as everyone sits down, and the bell rings. She has a twinkle in her eyes that makes you frown. "Let's talk a little about relationships today."
You look at the teacher in disbelief, and Harkness actually had the audacity to throw you a little smile before turning on the slides.
Sighing, you laid your head on one of your arms, starting to make some notes, knowing that this was going to be a long and awkward lesson.
"And so we can conclude that setting boundaries turns out to be a crucial part of a healthy relationship." Said Professor Harkness many minutes later. You were drawing a small doll with your pencil on the sheet and were startled when she called your name next. "Honey, I wanted your opinion on this topic."
You blinked in confusion, shaking your head slightly. Looking forward, you noticed that Agatha was pointing to the slide. The topic was "How to avoid fights and emotional fallout in a relationship?"
You mumbled to yourself that it was a great question, and Agatha asked you to speak up.
Blushing a little, you took a deep breath, trying to think of a decent answer.
"I would say that communication is one of the most important steps, Ms. Harkness." You answer then Agatha smiles at you.
"Yes, that is correct." She says. "And talking is the key. Not arguing, or accusing. Or offend. Talk."
You risk looking behind you and blush when you find Wanda already looking at you. You quickly turn your head forward. This is so childish, you think, trying to turn your attention back to class.
//-//
After your last period, you want to sleep. But there is a flood in the ladies' room and the dormitory is in absolute chaos, and it is also very hot, so you are heading outside two minutes after you have arrived in your room.
Your roommate, Darcy Lewis, catches up with you outside, extending a cigarette to you, but you refuse with a nod, though you stand beside her.
"I haven't seen you in a few days, is everything okay?" She asks casually between puffs. You shrug, and she smiles. "Let me guess, Wanda?"
"I'm so predictable, right?" you retort and she laughs.
"No, you're just in love."
You let out a dry laugh, looking at the small crowd of girls waiting for the bathroom flood to be cleaned up by the cleaning crew outside.
"What's the deal with you guys, anyway?" Darcy asks with a frown. "Everyone has seen you two exchanging kisses in the same number that you''ve exchanged screams."
You run your hand through your hair, pulling the strands out of front of your eyes.
"We have too much history, that's all." You say. "Wanda doesn't quite know how she wants us to happen, and so we fight."
"Shit, that's sucks." She comments taking a long drag. You sigh, shrugging your shoulders.
"Yeah, it is what it is, sister." You retort. "She's got me tied up like a puppy while she decides what she wants to do."
Darcy is thoughtful for a moment, and then she puts out her cigarette.
"Look, you're a nice girl, and we've shared the same room for three years. I like you. " She begins, and you look at her curiously. "I think I can help you."
"Okay?"
"You know, I used to have a fling with a friend in high school, Jane, but she never let things be official between us, you know? Like she put me on hold mode." She tells you and you nod in understanding. "That just hurt me, until I took action."
"What did you do?"
"An ultimatum of course!" She says. "You need to confront her! If not, she will continue to think she can throw you over the edge whenever she wants. And you can't back down, you hear me? Or things could get worse."
You sigh, putting your hands in your pockets.
"I'm not very good with conflict." You say and Darcy puts her hand on your shoulder.
"Come on, you can do it." She tries to encourage you with a smile. Seeing your lack of reaction, she adds with a grin. "You can always make her jealous too."
"What?"
"Actually, she's looking over here with a deadly stare so I think you're already on this path." Darcy comments and you look back, only to catch a glimpse of Wanda's angry gaze before she turns and walks away from the dormitory. You let out a sigh.
"Shit." You say turning to Darcy quickly just to say goodbye, before running after the redhead. Darcy says something about "good luck" but you don't turn around.
//-//
You catch up with Wanda in one of the outside gardens, even from your back, you can practically feel her irritation.
"Will you please stop running?" You ask aloud, trying to catch up, and she finally stops, turning around with her arms crossed and an annoyed expression.
"What do you want?"
"Wanda, I was just talking to Darcy..."
Wanda lets out a dry laugh, her eyes glittering with irritation.
"I should have known you'd be like everyone else." She grumbles and you sigh, putting your hands in your pockets.
"Don't say that, Wanda." You say with weariness in your voice. "You know that's not true."
Wanda rolls her eyes, tears welling up in her eyes, and you refuse the urge to wipe them away, deciding that you two needed to talk.
"It doesn't matter." She retorts angrily. "We're done anyway."
"Enough." You interrupt her and she looks at you in surprise. "Enough of this whole taking a break, or breaking up for two or three days only for you to have me come back to your door and apologize for something that wasn't my fault."
"Wow, you really do remember things the way you want to."
You let out a dry laugh, taking one of your hands out of your pocket to run them through your hair nervously.
"Wanda, I'm serious." You warn her. "I'm not doing this anymore. This game where you put me on hold for when you're in the mood. I have feelings, I can't do this any longer."
Wanda gasps with incredulity.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You know damn well what I'm talking about." You retort angrily. "I am not your toy! I love you! I'm not going to be your compensation prize for when you're bored." You shout, and Wanda blinks in surprise. "Either we're for real, or we're nothing."
"I don't..." She starts and then shakes her head, trying to pull herself together. "You know what I went through... we... I told you how hard it is to trust..."
"Wanda, enough." You interrupt her, "That's exactly what I'm saying. You always use the same excuses to make me feel guilty about demanding anything." You count and she shakes her head in denial, but you don't stop. "I know exactly what you've been through, because I listen to you. I'm not like Vision, or Tony, or any of the other assholes you went out with." You say and Wanda lowers her head. "I take care of you, I don't lie, or hide things. I talk, and I listen, and I love you the best way I can. And you push me aside. I can't do that anymore." You say feeling your own eyes fill with water. "So I need an answer now."
"What?"
"Wanda." You call out to her, but she just stares at you with her mouth open, as if she is trying to think of something to say, but nothing comes out. You feel your tears run down. "Okay. I guess I have my answer then."
Wiping your tears away, you turn around, walking away. Wanda calls out to you, but you're done.
//-//
For three weeks now, your social life has been all about fictional characters.
Your real friends called and texted you, but you left your cell phone on silent and tried not to fail your exams, while you spent all your free time in your room, whining while watching romantic movies where things worked out in the end, unlike what happened to you.
And then Carol Danvers appeared in you bedroom.
"You've got to be kidding me." She grumbled when Darcy opened the door, and she found you wrapped in a blanket, lying on the bed and staring at nothing.
"Hi, Carol." You greeted her without moving.
"Nat began to worry that you were dead." She commented sitting up in your bed, "But you were just being dramatic."
"Yes, I intend to keep it going like this." You retort pulling the blanket up over your head.
"Wow, I thought your worst was when you guys were fighting, but you really hit misery when you broke up with her." Carol said and you whined at the mention.
"Please talk about something else."
Carol rolled her eyes as she pulled on the blanket.
"We're going out." She announces as you grumble as you feel the blanket being pulled completely off.
Forty minutes later, you have showered, and put on comfortable clothes, as well as accepted the two glasses of water Carol gave you.
"Nat and her new boyfriend are meeting us at the gallery on Avenue Two." Carol tells you as she checks her cell phone. "Maria is going too, and she's bringing a friend."
You grumble in agreement and suddenly stop walking.
"Are you trying to set me up on a date?"
Carol laughs.
"I totally would, but no." She says."Monica is straight, and you're in the emotional cesspool, so I told Maria to bring someone so you wouldn't be the third wheel since we're in couples. Try to smile a little."
You roll your eyes, but don't reject that Carol has entwined her arm in yours as you walk toward the parking lots.
//-//
Meeting Monica turns out to be very nice after all.
You have many interests in common, and she is very intelligent and sarcastic, you enjoy her jokes.
Your outing with your friends brings a little cheer to you, and you find yourself laughing easily.
And then, when you are driving back to NYU, Monica mentions the boy she is talking to and you choke when you hear the name Maximoff.
"Oh my god, I can't believe you're dating Pietro!" Exclaims Carol in surprise as she drives you back. You are in the passenger seat, and Monica and Maria are in the back seat. Nat and Bruce, her boyfriend whom you met on the ride, went back to school on her motorcycle. "What a small world."
"I want to die." You grumble against the window, and Carol slaps you on the shoulder while Monica and Maria have confused expressions.
"Her girlfriend, damn, ex-girlfriend is Pietro's twin sister." Carol clarifies and the girls let out a noise of understanding. "How did you meet him, Mon?"
"I participated in the interclass program we had last semester between NYU and our university." She counted with a smile. "We talked for a few weeks, and he asked me out."
"Wow, what a coincidence." Carol says and you sigh, wishing you were back in bed.
"I had no idea Wanda had a girlfriend, Pietro didn't tell me."
You close your eyes, resting your head on the glass. Carol looked at you quickly, biting her lips, before she decided to speak.
"Yeah, well. Wanda wasn't exactly willing to make it all official..." She starts and you fight the urge to jump out of the car. "It was the reason for the breakup actually."
"Damn, I'm sorry." Monica said looking away from Carol to your reflection in the glass, but you kept your eyes closed.
Seeing the worried expression Monica cast at you, Carol added.
"Don't worry about her, honey. She likes to put on drama." Said the blonde. "She's pretending she's in a sad music video, that’s why we left the radio on."
"I hate you." You mumble to Carol and she lets out a giggle.
"I guess your invitation won't be a good idea then, Mon." Maria remarks next and Carol looks at them curiously through the rearview mirror.
"What invitation, girls?"
Monica exchanges a look with Maria before speaking.
"Pietro is on the NYU soccer team, and he asked me to watch the final game." She says. "It's pretty important, because that's where a lot of future players come out of there with contracts."
"Wow, that sounds really important." Carol comments with a smile.
"Anyway, he said it would be cool if I brought some friends along." She recounts. "He would like to meet my friends, and he would like me to meet his."
"That's awesome!" Carol exclaims happily. "Don't worry, we'll all be there cheering for Pietro."
The sentence makes you open your eyes and frown. But before you can say anything, Carol nods and repeats, "All of us."
//-//
Bad, bloody bad idea.
Fucking terrible idea.
You repeated these thoughts as you walked toward Carol, waiting for you at the entrance to the NYU soccer stadium, completely packed with students even though there were still forty minutes before the game started.
Carol was also wearing a set of jeans, and made a kind note about your outfit, but you just nodded, your thoughts elsewhere.
You met up with Maria, Nat and Bruce at the food booths, and you were glad to see your friends again after so many days.
"Ah, there's Monica coming." Said Maria with a smile waving to the girl through the crowd. The group looked on, and you swallowed dryly as Monica moved, and you noticed Pietro next to her, and then further back his group of friends, and his sister.
"I can't do this." You grumbled to Carol, and she looked at you with concern.
"Breathe." She asked softly as they approached. "You'll be fine, whatever happens just pretend she doesn't exist."
When the group reached you, you all smiled politely. You wanted to dig a hole in the ground when your gaze quickly met Wanda's, and your stomach churned, but you just waved nicely, and greeted everyone.
Soon you were all walking together to the stands. You wished you could stay the whole way with Carol, but she was chatting animatedly with Maria, and you stayed behind, avoiding walking with Wanda.
Pietro, and two of his friends, Bucky and Sam, also went to the locker room with him and the rest of the group went up to the bleacher seats.
You grumbled softly when you had to sit next to Wanda, hoping that your face wasn't too flushed. At least you were in the last chair with quick access to the corridor. To get away in case anything went wrong.
After everyone passed the food around, and you exchanged a few embarrassed glances with the redhead next to you when she passed you some soda, the game began.
It was an understatement to say that you weren't paying attention at all.
//-//
At halftime of the second half, Wanda commented that she wanted more snacks. And she could have simply asked you to excuse her, but she put her hand on your thigh instead, and you sighed in surprise and something else while you melted against your seat, and blushed profusely when she looked at you wide-eyed.
"I..." She started but you just started to get up.
"I'll buy it, I got it." You mumbled clumsily rushing to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Your legs were still shaking a little when you reached the food stalls.
Pulling your cell phone from your pocket, you typed a message to Carol that you were on the verge of emotional collapse and needed to leave. And without waiting for her to respond, you left the stadium.
//-//
NYU won the match. And Pietro got a contract to play for a famous team.
You heard about this from Maria the next day, because Carol wasn't talking to you.
She was very upset that you weren't opening up to her anymore, you knew it wasn't just because of the game.
You sent her an apology audio before the Literature class, and promised that you would be a reliable friend again.
During the lunch break, you went back to your dorm, intending to study a little.
"Hey." You greeted Darcy as you entered, she took off her headphones.
"Hey, pal." She retorted getting up and walking over to the bookshelf as you sat on the bed and threw your backpack on top of the sheet. "Your girl left some stuff for you." She warned as she picked up a book. You figured she must be studying for one of the surprise exams Professor Xavier used to pass around the class, and Darcy always remarked to you.
You blinked in surprise, and looked around. There was a small pile of things on your bed that you hadn't noticed before.
Shifting on the mattress, you began to look at the items.
You rolled your eyes at what Wanda decided to return. Some things were yours, like the NYU sweatshirt, and the cassette tapes, but there were also items that you had given her as gifts. Grabbing the bracelet you gave her for her birthday, the scarf you bought her for Christmas, and the book you got autographed by the author just for her, you left the room. Darcy didn't ask.
//-//
Wanda answered the door in confusion. You had a slightly annoyed expression.
"I can't believe you returned my gifts." You said walking into the room without waiting for her to pass. She mumbled an ironic "come in" afterwards.
You threw the items on her bed as she closed the door. You didn't notice that she locked it.
"I know we broke up, but that was cruel!" You said. "I gave those gifts to you, and you gave them back like they were nothing, I didn't..."
"I didn't give them back." She interrupted, twisting her fingers slightly, You frowned confused, "I wanted you to come talk to me."
You blink in surprise, feeling all the anger leave you at once. Shifting your weight between your feet, you cross your arms.
"What do you want, Wanda?"
"You." She confesses breathlessly and you frown in surprise, feeling your face heat up. She lets out a chuckle, running a hand through her hair. "I just... I want to apologize first." She begins. "I acted like a complete idiot, and I was so afraid of you hurting me that I did it to you first. And I'm sorry."
You looked at the floor afterwards, not knowing exactly what to say as you felt your heart racing. Wanda continued to speak.
"It's just... I swore I wasn't going to get involved with anyone after so many lies and betrayals." She said. "And then I met you. And you were sweet and kind, and so warm. And I didn't know how to handle all this love, because nobody ever treated me like that."
"Wanda..."
"No. I need to say." She interrupts with a tender smile. "You need to know that I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to do that. I was just scared."
You nod in understanding, swallowing dryly.
"I know." You say. "Damn it, I know. I just... I just wanted you to understand that I will never do what they did to you."
Wanda steps forward, and you don't back down.
"I trust you." She said. "I know you won't. I want to make this work."
You sighed.
"A-are you sure?"
"You are the best thing that has happened to me since I left high school." She confesses with a shy smile. "I don't want to lose you. I want to live this, even if I'm terrified."
You smile, moving closer to Wanda to caress her cheeks.
"No need to be afraid, baby." You say gently. "I'll look after you."
Wanda smiled and hugged you by the shoulders. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around her waist.
She broke the embrace a moment later, however, bringing your mouths together in a sweet kiss.
God, you missed her lips so much.
Resting your foreheads together, you smiled and then kissed her again, more intensely this time.
Wanda sighed, then your head was spinning, and all the hard-on from spending weeks apart came back at once, and you were pushing her against the first surface you could find, a bookshelf.
She let out a mixed groan of pain and pleasure as she felt her back hit the wood, but she was back to kissing you passionately the next second.
"Did you miss me?" she whispered breathlessly against your lips, scratching the scalp of the back of your neck, you grunted, feeling her warm body.
"Did you miss me?" you retorted, trailing kisses down against her collarbone as your hands moved up the inside of her blouse.
"Yes." She confessed in a husky voice, closing her eyes tightly as you bit a sensitive spot on her neck.
"How much honey?" You asked as you reached for her breasts, squeezing the flesh through her bra and making her moan and throw her head back.
"So much, babe." She whimpered as you began to play with her nipples between your fingers. And then she nibbled on your ear, whispering breathlessly. "I played with myself only thinking of you."
You gasped, feeling a tightness under your belly. You stepped forward against Wanda, taking her in your lap, and she let out a surprised exclamation, but soon you carried her to the bed, lying on top of her only to capture your lips in an intense kiss.
Leaving your thigh between her legs, it wasn't long before Wanda began to squirm beneath you, your tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual kiss.
As your hand began to play with the buttons of Wanda's jeans, you heard the lock click and let out a mutter of dissatisfaction as you threw yourself to the side, releasing Wanda, who blinked in confusion at the sudden lack of contact and opened her mouth to complain, but shut up when her roommate entered next.
"Wanda, why did you lock the door... Wow hello" Said the girl with a mixed look of surprise and mischief.
You cleared your throat, feeling hot and bothered as you sat up.
"Sorry to crash the party girls, but there wasn't a sock in the door." Continued the girl as she placed her belongings on her own bed.
"All right, Harley." Wanda said in a husky voice, exchanging a quick glance with you.
"Besides, we have a test now Wands." The girl comments with a smile. "I imagine you forgot."
You let out a giggle as Wanda blinks in surprise with a flushed face.
"Damn right." She grumbles getting up, and straightening her crumpled clothes. You sigh, getting up as well.
Wanda exchanges a look with her colleague as she escorts you out.
"Call me when you're done, we can watch a movie." You say as you leave the room. Wanda bites her lips, denying it with her head. Before you can ask, she brings her face close to your ear and whispers:
"I can’t wait to come in your mouth."
"Fuck, Wanda." You grumble feeling your face heat up and the tightness below your stomach ache. But you do nothing, noticing Harley's curious gaze on you from inside the room, not to mention on the people around the hallway.
Wanda walks away with an innocent smile, looking at you fondly.
"I'll come to your dorm when I'm done with the test. " She says and you nod. Wanda places a short kiss on your lips and you chase after her face, feeling her smile on your lips as you kiss her firmer this time.
But it doesn't last long and you break away, smiling one last time before turning away.
You wonder what your best friend's reaction will be when you tell her you two were dating again.
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Attraction and Reaction - Wanda Maximoff x Dom!Reader - Part 2
Prompt based “ WandaXReader where they're always arguing and being sarcastic to eachother but it's just sexual tension. Maybe smth with the lines "why are u laghing did I tell a joke?" "why don't u look inside my head and find out". I think it would be pretty cool. It doesn't have to be smutt though, only If u fell like it (also a dom!reader would be nice)" > Link for part One
Notes: Some people asked me to write a part 2 of this one, and i took me a while but I finally did it. Nobody specified whether they wanted part two for the smut or for the story so I put a little of both.
Warnings> 18+, Smut, language, mentions of past abuse.
Words: 6.243 (Complete)
Marks (I keep forgetting to put this but hope people don’t hate me haha) > @mionemymind @wandamaximoffpuppy
AO3 (Complete / Two Parts)
Maybe you guys had been in the room for a long time.
But you didn't care about the time as you had Wanda riding on your face, and you were licking and sucking her, while she moaned loudly with her mouth open as she forced her hips down and held on to the headboard.
- Fuck! Right there. - She said breathlessly - Don't stop.
A few strokes later and she came apart in your mouth, for the fourth time in a row. The taste only seemed to get better.
And then she was throwing herself on the bed trying to normalize her breathing, and you leaned over to rest your head on her belly while your fingers trailed up her thigh.
But a knock at the door caught your attention next.
- Wanda, is everything all right? - That was Bucky on the other end. - I made dinner, I was wondering if you would like some.
- No, Bucky, thank you. - Wanda shouted back a moment later, disguising her current state well. You let out a giggle, and ran your fingers down her skin, penetrating her pussy afterwards, and she bit back a sigh.
- That's fine. Do you know where Y/N is? I haven't seen her since this morning, and she's not in her room. - He then said and you chuckled softly, as Wanda held back a moan at having you inside her.
- No. - She answered half breathlessly, and forced herself to sound less affected in the next sentence. - I have no idea.
But then you began to rotate your finger against her clit and she sank her face into the bed, gasping for breath. It took a moment, then Bucky spoke again.
- You guys are fucking, aren't you?
- Trying to! - you retorted impatiently, beginning to kiss Wanda's skin.
You can hear Bucky let out a chuckle before his footsteps move away. But your attention was focused on Wanda, coming on your fingers again.
- Fuck. - She mumbled breathlessly, running her hands through her hair. - I don't think I can go on. - She commented with a smile, her gaze lazing on you.
You smiled as you lifted your face to meet hers, and kissed her slowly and sensually, but she really looked tired, even though her hips moved toward you.
- Get some sleep, dear. - You whispered to her, trying not to be startled by how easily the nickname slipped out of your mouth. Wanda smiled, closing her eyes. When her breathing became deep, you pulled back the blankets to cover her naked body, then stood up.
You picked up your clothes from the floor, and when you finished dressing, you left the room.
Bucky was reading something when you entered the room, and you went around the counter to get some coffee.
- Sorry for getting in the way of your conflict resolution. - He said ironically, his eyes still on the paper. You giggled.
- No problem, Barnes. - You replied before taking a sip of coffee.
You walked over to the couch where Bucky was sitting and looked curiously at the papers on the table as you sat down in the armchair next to him.
- What are you working on anyway? - you asked, crossing your legs. Bucky let out a sigh.
- On you guys, actually. - He said, and you frowned in confusion. But he didn't look angry, just busy. - Steve worries that the team works as a whole. He asked me to study your training results and try to find a way to solve your problems.
- I think that's been taken care of. - You sneer, but Bucky keeps a serious expression.
- Sex doesn't solve your problems. - He says and you blink in surprise. - It's just an escape valve.
You laugh ruefully, putting your coffee cup on the table.
- What are you talking about? Wanda and I just needed to vent our anger somehow. There is nothing to work out.
Bucky shook his head in denial, placing the pages he had in his hand on the table.
- Look, do you remember how it used to be with me and Sam? - He asked, and you rolled your eyes, nodding in agreement.
- We're not like....
- Listen first. - he asked with a smile, and you sighed, nodding. - Sam and I used to fight because we couldn't accept the nature of our relationship. - He explains. - And we both looked up to Steve and wanted him to be proud of us. And then we would fight to see who got his attention.
- That's very gay. - You comment humorously and Bucky chuckles lightly before continuing.
- The relevant thing is that when Sam and I first started having sex, we weren't communicating. - He says and you blink in surprise. - Angry sex is no substitute for conversation. It took a while, but we managed to talk about how we really felt, and now we are doing just fine.
You sighed thoughtfully, leaning your back against the chair as you entwined your hands in your lap.
- I don't know what to tell you, comrade. - You say. - I have no quarrel with Wanda. We're fine.
Bucky looked at you for a few seconds, and then shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his papers. You began to think that you were repeating that things were fine for yourself and not for him.
//-//
Everything was fine.
The day after the events of the past morning and afternoon, you only met Wanda over breakfast. She smiled and waved you good morning, and you did the same.
And when you two got up to leave the dishes in the sink, she enjoyed being put on the countertop while you stayed on your knees with your head between her legs. Or at least you understood that she did, when she came in your mouth and moaned your name.
Everything was fine. Until it wasn't.
Bucky requested another therapy session with you two, and at the moment you were sitting in an armchair facing Wanda in an empty room, waiting for the soldier.
You were trying not to let your mind wander to the image of the redhead squirming with pleasure beneath you as you looked at her but you were failing miserably.
You cleared your throat, looking away and then Bucky entered, apologizing for the delay and saying that the rest of the team should be back in the tower soon.
- Can we try talking today, girls? - He said as he sat down, and you crossed your arms, shrugging. Wanda twiddled her fingers slightly. - I'd like to try the questions again.
You and Wanda exchanged a look before nodding, and Bucky smiled, pulling his small notepad from his pocket and reading briefly before speaking.
- Y/N let's start with you today. - He says. - Can you tell me something you like about Wanda?
You bite your lip.
- The way she moans my name.
Bucky blinks in surprise and discomfort but lets out a giggle, Wanda blushes softly looking away.
- Great, we've gone from immense hatred to unrestrained horniness. - He wryly chuckles. - Please girls, let's try to make this work.
You let out a sigh, getting thoughtful for a moment.
- All right, Bucky. - You say. - I... I like how caring Wanda always is.
Wanda blinks in surprise, and Bucky looks happy.
- That's nice. - He comments with a smile. - And you Wanda, can you tell us what you like about Y/N?
Wanda looks at you for a moment, and then looks away from you to Bucky.
- I like how protective she is of everyone here. - She confesses and you look at her attentively. - Even with me, and even when we are fighting, when we are in the field, she cares about everyone.
You swallow dryly as you look away from Wanda, wanting to ignore the feeling in your stomach.
- That's great, girls. - Bucky comments and you almost forget that he was there. - I would like to ask how this conflict started.
And then you shift uncomfortably in your chair. Because you remember it so well. Clearing your throat, you stand up.
- I don't want to do this anymore. - You say, looking at Bucky, who looks very surprised. He closes his notepad, but before he can say anything, Wanda says.
- So you're just going to run away again?
- Yeah, Wanda, I'm just going to run away. - You retort angrily as you move your feet out of the room, slamming the door on your way out.
//-//
You had been training for a few hours, your muscles ached and your body begged for a rest, but you kept punching the bag in front of you.
- Someone is angry. - sneered Natasha as you entered the gym. You blinked in surprise.
- I didn't know you were back. - You retorted without stopping your punching.
And then Natasha was climbing onto the mat, smiling at you.
- A little bird told me that you resolved your conflicts in the best possible way. - She teased, coming closer and tapping your fists to make you stop. You sighed breathlessly, your body reacting immediately to the lack of movement.
- I don't want to talk about it. - You retorted as you took off your boxing gloves, and walked away.
- I figured as much. - She said, following you around the gym as you left the ring and looked for a bottle of water. - But you need it, so we''ll talk.
You let out an impatient grumble, and then Nat was touching your shoulder and you turned away abruptly.
- No. - You warned with clenched fists, but Nat was not intimidated.
- I know what happened to you. - She said and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to control the boiling anger rising in your chest. - I know because I saw the red room when she was in my head. But you have to understand that Wanda is on our side now and…
- I know that! - you retorted angrily. - I know that she's just a victim in this whole thing, okay? I just... I don't... - You paused, trying to normalize your breathing, and control your tears. - I haven't seen my family in twenty years. And I don't think about them, I can't remember their faces. I wasn't ready to see them that day, and I can hardly breathe when I remember. I just need time.
- You can't take out on Wanda the anger you had for them. - Nat replies seriously, and you sigh, sitting down on the bench next to you, your face buried in your hands.
- I know. - You say. - I just... God, she is probably the only person who knows everything. I wasn't ready to tell anyone, or deal with it alone, and she just came in and she just knows everything.
Nat sat down next to you and put her hand on your thigh.
- You need to talk to someone about this. - She said. - Not with me, not with Wanda. With a professional who can help you.
You nod, squeezing her hand.
- I know. - You say with a sad smile. - I will, I just... It all seems so recent.
- You've been burying your traumas pretty well, that's all. - She jokes, and you laugh weakly.
You stood for a moment in silence before standing up. Nat let go of your hand to give your shoulder a squeeze before she left the gym. You sighed, deciding that you should call that contact Sam had told you about.
//-//
When you returned to your room, you had an appointment. You went into the shower, and took too long, trying to calm your nerves under the hot water.
And then you were startled to get out and find Wanda waiting for you.
- I want to talk to you. - She declared as soon as you came out of the bathroom, sitting on your bed.
You let out a sigh, moving toward your closet. You didn't mind being naked in front of Wanda, it was nothing she hadn't seen before. And then you threw the towel on the bed and put on a loose T-shirt.
- You can talk. - You retorted, turning to her, and bit your lip when you noticed Wanda's gaze and flushed cheeks. - Earth to Wanda?
Wanda grumbled at your teasing and looked away, you smiled as you picked up the towel from the bed to take it to dry off.
- I don't know what's bothering you. - She says after a moment, and you swallow the discomfort in the pit of your stomach. - But I've talked to Bucky, and he doesn't think it's healthy for us to continue with, well, whatever it is, before you can talk about your feelings.
You hang up your towel and then turn to Wanda with an impassive face.
- Okay, then. Good night. - You tell her sharply, and Wanda blinks in confusion.
- That's all you're going to say? - she asks incredulously, and you let out a dry laugh.
- You're the one who came here to say that you don't want us to happen anymore.
- I didn't say that.
- What difference does it make? - You retort. - It's not going anywhere anyway.
Your statement leaves your mouth bitter, and Wanda stares at you for a long second before turning and leaving the room. You feel your body boil with anger, but you're tired. So you just throw yourself on the bed and hope to sleep soon.
//-//
Your fights with Wanda stop, mostly because you just don't talk to each other anymore. But Bucky seems to accept this as progress, and releases you from the sessions. And then you are seeing the psychologist that Sam recommended, and things are getting better for you.
She asks about your family, and teaches you to control your anger attacks with breathing exercises and focus. It is enough for weeks, until you have to really face your memories as you use Tony's technology to remember what your parents did to you. Of how they gave you your abilities.
It is suffocating, and painful, but you survive. And it feels good to breathe normally again.
You want to ignore the feeling that there is something missing, mainly because you believed that once you were healing, you wouldn't think about Wanda anymore. But now that the anger is gone, you just miss her.
Many weeks after your discussion, you are in the Caribbean, trying to investigate an abandoned Hydra base, and you have Wanda as an exploration partner.
- Did you find anything? - you asked as you two walked together into yet another empty room of an abandoned compound. Wanda was going through some drawers, going through their contents.
- Nothing that Tony hasn't already hacked. - She said, and then you turned around when you heard a noise at the door behind you. Raising your pistol in the direction of the sound, you let out an exclamation of surprise when the door suddenly opened, and a man jumped at you. Clearly a soldier, judging by his clothing. You fought back his blows, and were ready to fight, but Wanda simply used her magic to throw him across the room and he blacked out. You looked at her, and she shrugged. - Sorry, did I step on your moment?
- That sentence is mine. - You heard Natasha's voice interrupt, probably joining you as soon as she heard the sound of conflict. You shook your head, laughing lightly as you stood up. - I'm taking our friend in for interrogation, so finish up here. - She said before dragging the man across the room and out. You were dusting off your clothes as you walked toward Wanda.
- Since we can't find anything around here, I guess we can go. - You grumble, and then let out an exclamation of discomfort, which attracts the attention of Wanda, who raises her eyes in your direction.
- Are you all right? - She asked, coming closer and raising her hands to where you were pressing yours, above your shoulder.
- Yes. - You retorted with mild surprise at her concern. - It was just the impact.
You watched as Wanda's eyes ran quickly to your mouth, and you felt your heart race in anticipation.
- Okay, then. - She grumbled, lowering her hands and placing them behind her back, looking everywhere but at you. You bit your lip, bringing your bodies closer together, as Wanda attempted to move away, but slammed her back against a cabinet, and let out a gasp.
- Are you nervous? - you ask quietly as you approach, watching Wanda's chest rise and fall out of rhythm. - I just want to thank you for helping me in the fight. - You whisper as you lift a finger to caress her cheek, Wanda holds her breath. Then you let your mouth come up to her ear. - Thank you, Wanda. You've been a good girl.
Wanda closes her eyes tightly, and her hips thrust forward. You smile smugly, as you turn your face to kiss her deeply. She moans against your tongue, and you push your body against her, pressing her into the cabinets.
Your hands move down her thighs, and as you kiss her hard, you push up the fabric of her skirt, and let your fingers run over her skin. When you push the fabric of her panties aside and penetrate her, she breaks the kiss with a loud moan, and you sigh as you feel her all wet.
- Wanda, you're dripping, baby. - You whisper against her lips as you move your fingers across her swollen clitoris. - How long have you been waiting for me to touch you?
Wanda whimpers, burying her head in your neck. You swallow dryly, trying not to be carried away by the feeling of having her so hot, and concentrate on keeping the movements steady. And then you pull out of her only to insert another finger, and she bites your shoulder.
She is making delicious sounds as her hips push against your fingers, and you want to kiss her again, so you use your free hand to hold her neck and make her look at you. Wanda gasps in surprise, but matches your tongue in her mouth, moaning against you.
A moment later, she begins to quiver in spasms against you, whimpering as she tries to stand upright. You take your hand from her neck to hold her waist and keep her steady as you increase the speed of your fingers, and then Wanda comes, a loud moan with her mouth open as she digs her nails into your arm.
- What the hell is taking you guys so long? - You hear Steve's question on your communicator, and let out an impatient grumble.
- We're coming. - You say raising your hand to the device in your ear and look at Wanda trying to normalize her breathing. - Wanda already did actually.
Wanda slaps your arm as you laugh lightly, but Steve doesn't seem to understand. And then you are hurrying out of the room. You like it when she kisses you deeply on the stairs, before you join the team.
//-//
When you all return home, Steve requests a meeting with you. After showering and putting on comfortable clothes, you go to the room where he is waiting.
- Hey, Y/N, what's up? - he asks, sitting in one of the chairs. You smile, nodding.
- Why did you want to talk to me? - You ask, and he lets out a chuckle at your impatience.
- I'd like to know how your appointments have been. - he says after a moment. - You have shown progress in your training. And it's been over two months since you've had any anger episodes.
You shift the weight on your feet, slightly embarrassed.
- It's all right, I guess. - You say. - I've learned to deal with things in a healthier way.
- I'm glad to hear that. - He smiles, and then he hesitates for the next second. - And how is your relationship with Wanda?
- We don't have a relationship. - You retorted snidely, your heart racing slightly. But Steve let out a little laugh.
- Bucky told me that you two have found a way to resolve your conflicts. - He said, getting up. - And you two are not fighting anymore.
- That's what you wanted, isn't it? - You say impatiently and Steve frowns at your hostility. - I don't know what else you want us to do.
- What's going on anyway? - he asks tenderly. - You seem upset about something.
You let out a humorless laugh, running your hands through your hair.
- I am great! Fucking spectacular. - You retort impatiently.
- Y/N...
- Can I go now, Rogers? - You interrupt and he sighs, nodding, and you turn, quickly leaving the room.
As you are crossing the hallway, you bump into Wanda. She looks at you in surprise, ready to apologize, but then you are moving forward and kissing her hard.
Wanda sighs, responding as you press her to the wall. But you slow the kiss and let your foreheads rest against each other.
- I'm sorry. - You say breathlessly. - I can't keep doing this.
And then you pull away, and Wanda calls out to you as you walk away, trying to breathe.
//-//
Wanda catches up with you outside. You are trying not to punch anything, while focusing on your breathing.
- Why won't you talk to me? - she shouts as she reaches you. - Tell me what's going on.
You let out a dry laugh, and turn sharply and walk toward her.
- Do you want to know what is going on? Great! - you retort angrily. - This is all happening because of you!
Wanda has a confused expression when you stop in front of her.
- If you had just stayed out of my head, I would be fine! - You accuse angrily, but don't let her interrupt. - And if you'd stayed out of my bed, I wouldn't be in love with you!
You sigh breathlessly as you sit on the floor, your face wet with tears. Wanda is in shock, and remains standing. You feel terrible.
- Damn it, Wanda, I'm sorry! - you mumble, wiping away your tears, trying to remember your breathing exercises. - It's not your fault what happened to me. I'm being an idiot.
- You are in love with me? - She repeats, staring straight ahead without moving. She seems to be talking more to herself than to you. You let out a humorless laugh.
- Yeah, I... I have been for a while actually. - You tell. - I guess I didn't want it to be true.
But then Wanda is kneeling beside you, and she looks at you with watery eyes.
- You are a stubborn idiot. - She says, laughing lightly, and you frown. But then she moves in and kisses you on the mouth, and you think nothing more of it. When she separates your mouths, she's as breathless as you are. - We'll make it work, okay? I'm in love with you too.
You smile, and then you are hugging each other. It takes a moment for the rest of the team to get to you two.
- Does this mean we will now hear them having sex instead of fighting? - Tony comments wryly, and you watch as Wanda raises her fingers and casts magic at him that pushes him back slightly.
You laugh, letting your happiness replace your anger completely.
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Hello beautiful writer. May I request something? A Wanda X Reader in which the reader is all goofy and pro PDA and Wanda is all shy and quiet and although reader's behaviour makes her feel a little embarrassed she actually loves it cause makes her feel loved and taken cared of? Idk just really in need of fluff AUs hehe thank you, dear, have a lovely day!
Hey Anon! I hope I understood what you wanted correctly hahaha I wrote a little drabble of three moments, and I hope you like it.
Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Touch is my love language.
Summary: Prompt based “Reader is all about PDA and Wanda is all shy and quiet”.
Words: 936 (drabble i think) // Read on AO3
Warnings> None, absolutely everything fluffy.
Good reading everyone!
You were a second year in college when you started dating Wanda Maximoff.
Still completely befuddled that you were so lucky, you made sure Wanda knew how much you loved her at every opportunity. And your love language has always been about touching, so when she was with you, Wanda's cheeks were always flushed, because you were always touching her in some way.
Like now, sitting together in a pizza place with your close group of friends, your arm around her shoulders and her other hand intertwined in your lap.
And then Wanda was laughing at a joke Steve made and you were looking at her completely mesmerized.
- You are beautiful. - You whispered against her ear a minute later. Wanda bit back a smile, her face red.
- My goodness you two are adorable! - Natasha, your best friend, commented loudly to the group, and everyone agreed with a giggle. You just smiled while Wanda seemed to blush even more and cringed a little against you.
But the group soon got distracted by the small talk again, and not wanting Wanda to be embarrassed anymore, you tried to join in.
//-//
Four months after you started dating, you began to worry that Wanda would not like it so much when you touched her.
You had a conversation about ways of showing affection in public with your friends, and unlike you, they were much more about quality time and words of affirmation than touch. And you began to overthink whether Wanda appreciated the way you demonstrated affection.
She never rejected any touch from you, but she was always very shy and introverted, which made you think that maybe she didn't have the courage to tell you whether she liked it or not.
And so here you are, in a pub downtown, feeling insecure about holding your girlfriend's hand.
And it's obvious that Wanda has noticed. You tried to smile and make up an excuse, but she frowned and told your friends that you were going to take a breather outside. And then you left the pub the next moment.
- Honey, what is it? - She asked tenderly, using her hand to pull a strand of hair out of your eyes and tuck it behind your ear.
- Damn, I'm sorry, Wands. - You begin. - I'm overthinking things again.
- I told you that you can talk to me when you feel like that. - She reminds you with a smile, and runs her finger down your cheek as a caress. - Tell me what's bothering you.
You take a deep breath, looking away for a moment.
- You would tell me if I was bothering you, right? - you say, and Wanda frowns in confusion. - If I was embarrassing you? I know I can be very... all about touching....
- Y/N. - Wanda interrupts you with a smile. - Where did that come from? - You shrug awkwardly, Wanda lets out a giggle. - Babe, I absolutely love how much you touch me. Your hugs are ... damn, amazing. - She confesses with a smile, and you feel your face warm up slightly. - And you always take care of me, how can you think I don't like it? I'm so lucky to have you
You giggle, bringing your foreheads closer together.
- No, I'm the lucky one. - you say, kissing her on the cheek. - You are absolutely perfect, Wanda Maximoff. - You kiss her on the other side and let your hands wrap around her waist. - And I love you. - A kiss on the tip of your nose. - Very much so. - A kiss on your forehead. - Forever.
And then you kiss her on the lips, and Wanda giggles against your mouth, and then kisses you back. But it doesn't last long, because you're smiling too much. And then Wanda pulls your faces apart to hug you.
- I love you too. - She confesses against your ear.
You take a deep breath as you squeeze her in your arms, enjoying her warmth to the fullest.
When you go back inside, no one minds that you keep Wanda on your lap the whole time.
//-//
Eventually you discover that Wanda's love language is quality time.
Which is honestly perfect, because she invites you to spend time with her very often, and you are more than happy to hug or kiss her when you are together.
Like now, where she has invited you to stay in her dorm room, and you're supposed to be playing cards as opponents, but you're lying with your head in her lap and you're absolutely playing it wrong.
And when Wanda's roommate walks into the dorm, and sees you in that position, she giggles.
- You know the game doesn't work if you see each other's cards, right? - Carol comments with playfulness as she puts her purse on the bed.
- She can win, I'm only playing because I love her. - You joke making the girls laugh lightly.
And then Carol is leaving for an appointment, and you two are alone again. Wanda points to the next cards you can play and you let out a low, happy exclamation.
- Babe? - She calls out to you, and you just make a noise with your mouth. - I'm hungry.
- You can eat me.
- Babe!
You laugh, straightening up to sit down.
- Come on baby, I'll feed you. - You tell her as you get up and throw your cards on the bed. Wanda laughs and accepts the hand you offer her.
A few minutes later, you are in the university cafeteria. As Wanda eats a chocolate cookie, you keep your hands entwined, watching her slightly flushed cheeks.
But you don't pull away, knowing that Wanda appreciates it as much as you do.
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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Sorry for your loss - Part III "I will get better"
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Summary: When your wife Natasha passes away in a car accident, a part of you dies with her. It takes a few months of mourning for your psychiatrist thinks the best alternative is for you to join a grief group. And there you meet Wanda Maximoff, and learn to live again.
Warnings: (+16) mentions of death, panic attacks and anxiety, grief, self sabotage, mentions of abusive family background, mutual attraction pining, explicit consent, therapeutic conversations about death, self-deprecation, healthy methods of coping with grief, possible triggers about anxiety, domestic Wanda, hurtful behaviors.
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//-//
Chapter III - I will get better.
Your mother has an insinuating look on her face when you wake up after hearing noises of voices and walk to the kitchen, finding her sipping coffee on the table. With Wanda.
"H-hey." You greet clumsily, your sleepy brain had completely forgotten that the redhead was in your house.
"Good morning honey." Your mother said, her gaze following you all the way to the cupboards and as you served yourself. "I was just telling Wanda how I've been suggesting that you schedule a coffee so we could get to know each other, and what a coincidence it is that I come home and find her lost in my kitchen."
You yawn, shrugging your shoulders.
"Yes, fate is incredible." You mumble sarcastically, and your mother laughs lightly patting you on the arm as you sit down next to her at the table. "Did you sleep well, Wands?"
The redhead looks up at you and smiles as she nods. You stare back for a moment, but feeling your cheeks flush, you look away to your coffee.
"How was your date, Mom?" You ask next, not missing the opportunity to tease her.
"How was yours?"
You choke on your coffee, and your mother laughs. You don't risk looking at Wanda after that joke. But your mother is quick enough to change the subject.
"I need to talk to you about something, by the way." She comments stretching her arm to reach for the work case she left on the empty chair at the table. "Darcy came by the store yesterday afternoon, looking for you."
You frown in surprise, turning your head to look at your mother. She rummages through the files inside her bag, and then pulls out a red folder, handing it to you next.
"What's this?"
"Your contract."
You blink in surprise, and then open the folder. Running your hand over your face momentarily, you sigh.
"Mom..."
"Honey, give it a try." Your mother pleads touching your shoulder. "You are so talented honey. It would be so nice if you would write again."
You laugh humorlessly, running your hand through your hair. Taking a deep breath, you close the folder.
"I'll think about it."
Your words are far more than anything you have done regarding work in many months, so your mother lets out a contented exclamation and gives you a kiss on the cheek, making you laugh.
"Now, let's change the topic, okay?" you ask clumsily, making your mother laugh. She straightens up in her chair, and you look at Wanda quickly, blushing at the fond look in her eyes in your direction.
"Tell me, darling, what do you do?" Your mother asks Wanda. You go back to eating, holding back a giggle. You knew that now your mother would interrogate Wanda the same way Pietro did you, but she was far less subtle than the man was.
Several minutes later, Wanda managed to evade questions when she said she needed to go home, and you nudged your mother lightly in the ribs to get her to leave the other woman alone.
You stood up, grabbing the pots and pans from the table to take to the sink before walking Wanda to the front door while your mother pretended to read the newspaper while watching you two.
"Thank you for letting me stay the night." Wanda said at the door. You smiled, telling her it was okay. She hesitated next, and then moved closer, kissing your cheek good-bye. You nodded dismissively as she walked away, a silly smile on your face as you closed the door after she returned to the car parked in the driveway.
"I liked her." Your mother says as soon as you close the door. You give a short laugh, turning to go back to your room and take a shower. "Don't let that one get away."
"I'm not going to talk about this." You tell her with a mixture of embarrassment and impatience, looking back. Your mother laughs, glancing back at the paper.
//-//
Non-Reader Pov’s
Wanda sighed as she opened the door to the house. The boys were with Pietro, because they had insisted on spending the night after the party. And honestly, Wanda was so tired that she didn't even argue.
Erik was in the living room and didn't take his eyes off the newspaper when his daughter entered the room, throwing her shoes in the doorway and her purse on the couch.
"Should I ask where you spent the night?" he says with a slight hint that makes Wanda's face heat up, but she just continues toward her own room.
"Please, don't." She asks embarrassed, and Erik smiles, not speaking again.
After taking a shower, and getting dressed, Wanda stared at herself for a few moments in the mirror. You are fine. Everything is fine. She repeated these words a few times before leaving the bathroom.
When she returned to the living room, her father was still in the same position, but this time he lowered the newspaper to look at her.
"Honey, I ended up not meeting the friend you said you were bringing to Luna's party yesterday." He counters and Wanda presses her lips together as she goes to the kitchen, starting to sort the ingredients for lunch. "Pietro told me she left early."
"Yep." Wanda agrees a moment later. "It was my fault really. But it's okay now."
"I'd still like to meet her."
Wanda grumbles in agreement, washing some pots. Erik gets up from the armchair, walking over to the counter.
"There is something else I would like to talk to you about." He continues as he rests his hands on the marble. Wanda murmurs signaling that she is listening, but does not turn around. Her father sighs before speaking. "I need to get back home."
One of the pots slips from Wanda's hand, making a noise, but she catches it before it breaks. With a racing heart, she wipes the soap from her hands and the pot, and then dries her hands with a cloth, turning to look at her father as she rests her back against the sink.
"R-right." She agrees with tears in her eyes, but forces herself to smile. Erik looks at her with concern and guilt, but still stands firm as he says.
"Wanda, it's time." He says. "Charles misses me, I can't stay here forever."
"It's okay, papa." Wanda adds in a hoarse voice. She clears her throat lightly, trying not to despair at the thought of being home alone for the first time since Vis died. "I'll be fine."
Erik went around the countertop, moving closer to his daughter to place his hands on her shoulders.
"You can call me anytime you want." He says tenderly. "This is your home, Wan. You'll be able to make it. I'm sure."
Wanda nods, letting the tears flow. Her father hugs her next, and she responds, relaxing against his grip.
Erik breaks the embrace a moment later, smiling at his daughter before pulling away.
"I need to get things organized." He says. "When Pietro arrives with the boys, tell him I need a ride."
"You’re leaving today?" Wanda asks in surprise, and Erik sighs as he agrees. She swallows dryly, nodding frantically in assent.
Her father turns toward the second floor, and Wanda rests her hands on the countertop, taking a deep breath.
She tries not to be too anxious about the fact that starting tomorrow, when the kids go off to school, she will be all alone at home. Actually alone.
//-//
Reader’s Pov
Leaving your monthly appointment with Agatha, after spending an hour telling her about all the progress since you last saw her, you were quite hungry.
You hadn't spoken to Wanda since the day before, but when you thought about texting, you were surprised to realize that she had tried to call you while you were in therapy.
Dialing her number, you waited for her to answer.
"Hey, sorry, my cell phone was off." You say as soon as she says "Hello," slightly worried that it was important. "What did you want?"
" To see you." She says simply, and you ignore your quickened heartbeat. "I...I've been sitting in my car for ten minutes. I can't get into the house."
You frown at Wanda's tearful tone.
"What happened?"
"I just..." She starts half breathlessly. "My dad's not here. I dropped the kids off at school, and I don't...I don't want to be alone."
Your heart breaks for confession, and you shake your head.
"Wands, take a deep breath okay?." You ask her. "Send me your address."
"No, you don't have to..."
"Wanda." You interrupt with a short laugh. "I don't mind, really. Let me help you."
The woman on the other end of the line sighs heavily, and then thanks you. You smile when she hangs up and there is an address on the message app.
//-//
It takes about half an hour for you to arrive, and you walk slowly to the car parked outside, tapping the window lightly to attract Wanda's attention.
She is briefly startled, distracted by her cell phone, but smiles when she realizes it is you, then opens the door and steps out to hug you. You ignore the feeling of how good it is to have her against you as you respond.
"Everything okay?" You ask softly, and Wanda denies it with her head as soon as she lets go of you. You bite the inside of your cheek, unable to resist stroking her cheek for a moment before pushing your hand away.
"I can't get in." She confesses with water-filled eyes as she leans against the car. You sigh, standing next to her with your back to the metal. Her hand slips into yours, but neither of you say anything about it.
"Why not?"
Wanda is silent for a moment, and you imagine that she is not going to answer. But she does.
"Vis bought this house for me." She begins, and you resist the urge to wipe away the tear running down her cheek, imagining that your touch might intimidate her into shutting up. "I never...I never thought I would live in it without him."
"Is that why you asked your dad to move in with you?" you question.
"I think so." She murmurs. "I...I didn't want to be alone here. I mean...I have the boys. But they stay with Pietro so much, and there's school and karate, and music class. When Vis was alive, he worked from home, and I always had company." She explains. "Dad is retired so he’s always around, and he didn't mind staying. I don't think I've been alone here in eight months." Wanda sniffles softly, wiping away tears. "But his husband needed him to come back, and Charles is right to ask. Dad can't keep babysitting his grown daughter who can't put her life together."
"Don't talk like that." You interrupt by squeezing her hand lightly. Wanda shakes her head, running her hand through her hair and taking a deep breath. "Wanda?" You call out to her after a moment, and wait for her to look at you. "Do you want me to come in with you?"
She looks at your lips for a moment, but your head is elsewhere, so you just smile. Wanda nods in agreement.
After you help her get the groceries from the car, you wait behind her until she opens the door. Wanda takes a deep breath, and turns the handle.
Her house is very nice. Clean and organized, although the common characteristics of a house inhabited by children are visible. Wanda leaves a paper bag on the countertop and helps you with the one you are carrying, picking it up and placing it next to the other.
"So?" You ask with your hands in your pockets, looking intently at Wanda, who is trembling slightly as she puts away the items in the kitchen. "Wands?"
"I just..." She begins half impatiently. You don't get affected however, standing your ground. "I don't want you to leave."
You let out a short laugh, feeling your face heat up.
"But I need to go eventually." You say shrugging. "But while i'm here, why don't you show me around? I'll spend the afternoon with you until the boys arrive. But someday you'll need to do it alone."
"Like you moving back to your apartment?" She retorts bitterly and you blink in surprise, and Wanda is already assuming an apologetic expression, but you laugh and she looks at you with confusion.
"Ouch." You joke. " All right, smarty-pants. That was mean. But it's okay, I'm not mad." You assure her approaching as you take your hands out of your pockets to raise them to Wanda's shoulders. " Let's make a deal then?"
"What?"
"I'll keep you company at your place ." You say. "And you help me with my apartment?"
Wanda looks at you a moment, thoughtful. And then she smiles, nods, and circles her arms around you, burying her head in your neck. You don't mind that this hug lasts much longer than a hug between friends does.
//-//
You are laughing at a funny story from Wanda's college days when the front door opens and three small children come running in, throwing their shoes and backpacks on the floor. Pietro is surprised to see you too as he walks in and closes the door.
"Look who's here." He comments with a smile approaching to greet you. "How are you?"
"Good, Pietro." You reply gently. "And you?"
"Yeah, it’s all fine." He says looking at Wanda for a second. "Everything okay around here?"
Wanda bites her lip, looking away to the floor before speaking.
"She's keeping me company."
"Okay?"
"Because papa's not home." Wanda adds, and it takes a moment for Pietro to understand. He exchanges a look with you, but smiles, squeezing Wanda's shoulder for a moment before the boys join you all.
"Hello, who are you?" One of the boys asks, who hugs Wanda's right leg.
You bend down at his height, extending your hand.
"I'm your mommy's friend. You're Billy right?" You say and the boy looks quickly at his mother before shaking your hand. You shake very quickly and repeatedly without squeezing making him laugh as you tell him your name.
You turn your face to the other boy, hugging Wanda's other leg. "Good to see you again, Tommy. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, thank you." He replies politely, making you laugh.
"Do I know her, daddy?" You heard Luna shyly ask Pietro next as she was hiding behind her cousin Tommy. Pietro smiled, nodding.
"Yes, dear, she was at your party don't you remember?"
"She helped Tommy with his headache didn't she daddy?"
Wanda frowned in confusion, but you didn't notice, your gaze on the child as you smiled. Pietro agreed again, and then Luna approached you.
"Do you want to be my friend?" She asked and you thought your heart was going to melt with such cuteness.
"Of course I do!" You replied excitedly, imitating the hand gesture you made with Billy, drawing a laugh from the girl.
"Let's take her to see our room!" Tommy suggested next, and you let out an exclamation of excitement to play with them. Exchanging a quick glance with the other two adults in the room, you let Tommy and Billy hold your hand and lead you upstairs, Luna following behind.
//-//
Non Reader’s Pov
As soon as the children were completely up the stairs, Pietro let out a giggle that attracted his sister's attention.
"What?" Wanda asked.
"Oh, nothing." He replied with a little smile. And only when he and Wanda were in the kitchen, intent on preparing lunch, did he add. "I like her."
"Shut up." Mumbled Wanda with reddened cheeks, understanding exactly what Pietro meant.
The man laughed again, walking over to stand next to his sister and chop some vegetables while she stirred the pots.
"I'll just say one more thing about it, and I promise I'll wait until you feel comfortable telling me." He says and seeing his sister's lack of response, he continues. "It's really good to see you smiling again. I'm glad you're moving on."
"Pietro..."
"Hey." The man interrupts his sister who looks clearly uncomfortable. He drops the knife he picked up to cut carrots and approaches her, holding her hands.
"There's nothing wrong with that." He says tenderly.
"Stop saying those things." Wanda asks releasing her hands to run her fingers through her hair, sighing as she leaned against the sink, breathing deeply. "I don't... I have the boys to take care of, I don't even have time to think about those kinds of things right now."
Pietro sighs, shaking his head.
"You know what, Wanda?" He begins. "Ever since we were kids, all you've done is take care of someone. You took care of babushka, and mamochka. You took care of me all my life, and then you got married and Vis joined the list too. Then came the twins." He said, and Wanda frowned, not understanding where the conversation was going, but Pietro's firm tone encouraged her not to interrupt. "When Vis died, you needed to breathe, and I really didn't mind helping you take care of the boys. But what about you. Wanda? If you're looking out for everyone else, who's looking out for you?"
"I..."
But Wanda doesn't know what to say. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, and Pietro sighs slightly, smiling to reassure his sister.
"You've been through hell the last few months, Wands." He adds. "There's nothing wrong with wanting some heaven."
"You're getting so cheesy, P." Wanda mumbles with flushed cheeks, causing Pietro to laugh lightly. The woman wiped a few tears from her face, and sniffled before shaking her head. "Come on, enough of this talk. The children must be starving."
"Yes, ma'am."
They prepare lunch in silence for a few moments. It is only when Pietro hands Wanda the cut vegetables to throw into the pot, that she remembers to ask about what happened at the party with Y/N and Tommy.
"Oh, she ran into him in the office." Pietro counters. "I think he was feeling sick again. I found them in the kitchen, eating some hot dogs. You were lucky to find a girl who does very well with children, eh?"
Wanda smiles with reddened cheeks, nudging her brother lightly with her shoulders as she mumbles at him to shut up.
//-//
Reader Pov’s
You sat on one of the twins' beds as they filled your lap with toys.
Doing your best to follow all the lines and get on with the fun, you pretended to drink imaginary tea when Tommy handed you a cup, and made a funny voice when Billy asked you to pretend to be a policewoman. Then Luna asked you to imitate a dragon and you spread your arms, running around the room behind the three of them.
Several minutes later, they got into a game of pretend play and forgot all about you, so you looked around at the posters, not sure if you should leave them alone.
Looking around, your gaze caught the pictures on the boys' dresser, and you smiled as you ran your fingers across the pictures.
You bit the inside of your cheek when you picked up one of the frames, the picture of the whole family in it.
"Careful not to break it." You heard Billy say out loud to you. From the tone, it sounded like something Wanda probably said to him a few times.
"I promise I won't break it." You assure him with a smile, turning your gaze to the photograph.
It is probably the picture of the day when the kids came back from the hospital. Wanda is holding one of them, and a tall, blond man is holding the other baby. They have contented smiles on their faces as they wave to whoever was taking the picture.
"Were you friends with dad too?" Tommy asked suddenly. You were slightly surprised to realize that he had stood up and was standing next to you.
"No, Tommy." You respond by stooping down to his height. "I didn't know your father."
"Did you know he died?" He asked next, shifting his gaze to the floor. You held your breath before letting go.
"Yes."
"Mom said that dying means you don't come home anymore." Tommy said and you felt your heart tighten.
"Yeah, honey."
"I miss daddy." Tommy confesses next, and you feel your own eyes fill with water at the scene. But not wanting to make him nervous, you swallow your emotion and smile weakly to calm him down.
"Yeah, I know you do." You tell him, extending your hand toward him for him to hold if he wants. When he accepts, you squeeze it lightly. "But the people we love never really leave us. When you think of your daddy, you feel a little pain in your chest don't you?" You ask and Tommy nods in agreement. "That's the part of your father in you. The love you feel for him stays inside your chest now. Before, you could spread that love with hugs and kisses and smiles. But now you have to keep it to yourself." You say tenderly, and Tommy seems to absorb your words. Billy and Luna are also listening to the conversation and look at you as they sit on the floor in front of a dollhouse. "Do you understand what I say?"
Tommy nods. "Yes, I'm already five."
You chuckle lightly at the quick response.
"I don't want to keep love in my chest." He grumbles. "I want daddy back."
You swallow dryly, watching the thick tears stream down the boy's face. Your gaze quickly catches Billy's, and he is crying, too.
"I'm sorry, kids." You say reaching out to wipe away the tears of the boy in front of you. "That's how death works. It's not fair, and it hurts. But that's what happens. But you all aren't alone, okay? You can always hug your mommy, and your aunt and uncle, and me too if it hurts too much.”
Tommy sniffles and throws his arms around you. You hug him back, hoping he will calm down. It doesn't take long before Luna and Billy join you.
You want to make them feel better, so you open your arms as wide as you can to squeeze them all together, and wait a few minutes before you make a noise with your mouth like a monster. And it works very well, because the next moment they are laughing.
You let them go so that they run, and you laugh as you chase them around the house. When Wanda yells from downstairs for them to come to lunch, you change direction so that they dash downstairs.
"No running on the stairs!" You quickly warn. "The monster catches those who run on the stairs. You need to go slowly."
The children exchange quick glances and then obey. You pretend to walk in slow motion so that they come down without hurrying. They run again as soon as they get down, making you laugh.
Downstairs, Wanda guides everyone to the kitchen table. You exchange a quick glance with her, putting your hands in your pockets.
"You're going to have lunch with us right?" Wanda asks with a smile. You bite your lip, thoughtfully. "Please say yes." She adds the request making you laugh lightly.
"But then I need to leave." You say with a raised finger in jest, Wanda smiles, nodding in understanding, and taking your hand to pull you into the kitchen.
Neither of you mind the look Pietro casts at your linked hands as Wanda leads you to the table.
//-//
Your week goes by very slowly.
At group therapy on Wednesday, Stephen brings games, and it is as much fun as any other time. Before you leave for lunch with Wanda, Stephen asks to speak with you both.
"I have some questions about your checklist." He says as the gymnasium empties out and you guys help him put the chairs away. "I noticed that you crossed out all the questions about grief." He begins, and you and Wanda exchange a look. "But of course it's okay, it's not a script to be followed really, it's just ideas to break the ice. And you guys are making progress, so as long as it's working for you, it's working for us."
"Stephen you are diverting from the subject." You grumble with your hands in your pockets, and the man laughs.
"Sorry." He says as he finishes folding the metal chairs in the corner of the gym. "I imagine you also realize that you have completed the vast majority of your monthly goals. With the exception of one."
You sigh, looking away. Stephen tries to smile to reassure you.
"I understand that this is difficult for you." He speaks again. "And you should also know that it's not mandatory, okay, but I would like you to try."
You swallow dryly, and it takes a moment, but you nod in agreement.
"I will." You say. "But I need time. I'm not going to drive off the first time."
"Don't worry about deadlines." He interrupts. "Find a way that works for you. Besides, you won't be doing this alone."
Stephen gives you both an encouraging look, and you take a deep breath trying not to overthink his request. When he nods in farewell, Wanda holds your hand and stands in front of you.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asks and you smile, running your gaze over her face.
"Only if you stay with me."
She smiles. "I will."
You both walk outside next.
//-//
During the following week, you set small goals with Wanda regarding her house.
Wanda is always home alone in the morning, because the kids go to school. And since you don't do anything at home, you come to spend the morning with her.
On the first day, you leave her house five minutes before the time she usually pick up the kids. You smile, hug Wanda goodbye, and tell her she can take being alone for five minutes. She catches up with you at the front door, shaking as she hugs your back. You don't have the heart to leave her alone after that, and you go with her to pick up the boys at school.
On the second day, you try again. Five minutes of solitude. Wanda is nervous as you walk out the door, but she doesn't follow you. You smile proudly as you leave.
On the third day, you leave ten minutes early. And then fifteen. Then twenty. By the third week, Wanda can be alone for hours. On week four, you don't come.
Wanda calls you, laughing and crying, saying that everything is all right. That she can breathe, and that she is not panicking anymore. And you also cry and laugh while telling her that you are proud of her.
You have started writing again by then.
Because you needed to find something to keep you busy while you were at her house and Wanda worked from home with the administration of the flower shop, and she didn't mind you bringing some books and your laptop to try to write something.
For the first few days you just watched television, occasionally chatting with Wanda when she came to ask if everything was okay and if you were comfortable before going back to her study room. But then you run your fingers through the photographs of the house and get an idea about a small story. It's brief, and simple, but it's sweet and the first thing you've written in a long time. Wanda loves it when you show it to her, and you laugh shyly when she puts the paper on the refrigerator door.
You call Darcy the second week you are helping Wanda. Your colleague is happy to hear that you are working again, and even happier to hear that you will accept the contract. It's a quick thing, and the timing is good, just what you need to get used to again. Wanda sets up a second desk in her office and you smile in appreciation, saying that she would get tired of your presence like this, but she assures you that that would never happen. You enjoy having her company while you write.
Soon you tell her that you are ready to try driving again. And Wanda sighs, saying that she is also ready to go back to the flower shop.
You agree that after she drops the kids off at school, she will pick you up at home with her car, and you will go to the flower shop together. And you can try to drive her car on the way back.
"Everything okay?" You ask Wanda when you arrive in front of the establishment. The flower shop is very nice, even from the outside you can tell. It is a small brown building, with many vases and floral decorations outside, and a sign at the entrance. You can see Monica at the counter through the glass but she is distracted by a customer and doesn't notice you two at the door.
"Yeah, I just...I just need a moment." Wanda clarifies looking at you quickly. She takes a deep breath, and then enters.
"Wanda!" Monica greets you two cheerfully as soon as the customer leaves, and you two approach her around the counter. The woman quickly hugs Wanda, who laughs lightly. "I am so happy to see you here again. And look at that, I think even the flowers have cheered up."
You smile at the interaction, letting your gaze wander around afterwards.
Flowers are not exactly something you know well, but you think they are very beautiful. And you absolutely love photographs of flower arrangements, and flowers in nature.
"And how are you, Y/N?" Monica asks loudly, attracting your attention. You take your eyes off the white flower in front of you to smile at her.
"I'm good, Monica." You reply. "It's good to see you again. Is everything okay?"
"Oh, yeah." She says gently fiddling with some vases. Wanda disappears beyond the back doors, probably getting used to being around again. "It's been pretty quiet today, so I've had plenty of time to look around the web page."
You smile in understanding. You knew that Monica had an online store that she and Pietro ran, but you couldn't remember exactly what they sold, so you didn't comment on it. But you were glad to know that she was taking the time to check out the shop even though she was working at Wanda's flower store.
"Are you going to stick around today?" she asks next, and you put your hands in your pockets.
"I don't really know." You reply. "If Wanda stays then I'll stay."
Monica raises her eyebrows suggestively, impressed by your words. You feel your face heat up.
"B-because she's my ride." You clarify quickly, and Monica lets out a chuckle, turning to take a vase in her hands and move it around the place.
"Got it." She murmurs humorously.
Wanda joins you next, her purse was no longer with her, and you figured she was ready to work then.
"Mon, I'm going to stay in the back today, okay?" She says to Monica, who just nods encouragingly. Wanda looks at you hesitantly. "Is it okay if I leave you alone?"
You laugh lightly.
"Don't worry, Wands." You tell her. "I'm here for you. Do what you have to do."
"I'll keep you company, honey." Monica adds with amusement. Wanda laughs, glancing one last time at you before turning toward the office. You look at the other woman next. "Tell me, have you ever tended a garden before?"
//-//
You are washing the dirt from your hands when Wanda finishes. She was only inside the small office for at most three hours, much less than a normal workload, but you don't say anything and Monica doesn't care either.
After thanking Mon for teaching you how to grow a garden, you say goodbye to her with a kiss on the cheek, wishing her a good rest of her shift, and leave with Wanda from the flower shop. You were anxious because you are going to be in the driver's seat now.
Wanda left the car in the supermarket parking lot at the corner of the place, at this time the surroundings were relatively empty.
You two were standing facing the driver's door.
"Here we are." She said beside you. You took a deep breath.
"Here we are." You repeated her words.
Wanda slipped one of her arms around your waist, hugging you from the side, waiting for you to be ready to open the door. And it took a moment until you did.
As soon as you sat down in the driver's seat, Wanda turned around the car and got in, sitting next to you in the passenger seat.
Your heart was racing, and you were static. When you risked looking down, you had a flash of memories, and your breath hitched and your eyes filled with tears. Wanda noticed, and reached for your hand quickly. You sat there in silence for about forty minutes until you stopped crying.
"Sorry, I'm wasting your time." You muttered breathlessly, and Wanda shook her head, squeezing your hand and raising the other to make you look at her. She stroked your cheek tenderly as she spoke.
"Don't say that. I want to be here and help you." She whispers while wiping your tears with her thumb. "As you have done for me."
You sniffled, trying to smile a little. Wanda just looked at you as you closed your eyes, trying to normalize your breathing.
"Let's try again tomorrow, okay?" Wanda murmurs to you. You gasp slightly, agreeing.
Then you switched places, and Wanda drove you home. You mumbled a thank you, giving the woman a long kiss on the cheek before getting out of the car. You didn't notice how she squeezed the steering wheel and her face flushed when your lips touched her skin.
//-//
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Take me with her - Wanda Maximoff x Reader
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: The day you lost the love of your life.
Warnings: Angst.
Words: 828
Notes: I don't know when I'm uploading my series 'cause i have writer block, meanwhile, i decided to share my unfinished/abandoned projects with you guys! Why not, i thought haha This is short and i think it was suppose to be the begging of a series but is just this.
//-//
You rushed toward the highest part of the mountain. A few minutes ago you had spotted Wanda and Thanos, and with your heart racing, you rushed to fight your enemies as you made your way towards them. Ignoring the feeling that something bad was about to happen, you jumped over a rock, making your way through the forest, while ignoring the feeling of the branches cutting your arms.
When you ducked after seeing a fallen log in a position that prevented you from crossing to the other side, you stepped wrongly and ended up oozing. Groaning in pain, you stood up, gasping in surprise when you realized that only a few feet away was Wanda.
No. The thought hit you at the same second that a pain filled your chest as you saw the girl kneeling beside Vision, the lifeless body of your friend lying among the leaves.
You ran, and then saw Thanos raise his hand. Frowning, you concentrated on getting to Wanda. Almost there.
Then you saw something that would haunt you forever. As if drying together the autumn leaves, the image of Wanda crumbled into ashes. That flew away. Something in your stomach sank. Thick tears welled up in your eyes, but you kept running. Until you fell to your knees where Wanda was only seconds ago.
Footstep noises caught your attention for a moment, and then you noticed that Steve had the same confused and worried expression as you. A sob escaped from your throat as you touched the ground.
"Steve...?" You tried to speak breathlessly. He looked over your shoulder, horrified. He was watching Bucky die again, and you looked back too, feeling your heart break at the image of the soldier taking the same form as that of the sorceress seconds ago.
It was done. Thanos won. At the same speed the thoughts hit you, you lose your breath. Squeezing your hand to your chest to try to breathe, you stared at the dry leaves in front of you, letting the tears run down your face again.
"No, no, please." You begged into the void. "Take me with her. Please."
Steve was crying too, but he walked over to you. He grabbed your shoulders, trying to pull you away from where you were, and you started to cry even more. He struggled a little, but he managed to hold you.
"Please, don't leave me alone." You begged into the void. Without the strength to push Steve away, an unbearable pain filled your chest. It was despair.
"Breath." The captain said in pained whispers, he tried to stroke your hair in the intention of calming you, and you just tightened your arms around him, trying to normalize your breathing.
You don't know how long you stayed like that, but at some point your mind shut down. Maybe you walked with Steve across the battlefield, maybe he carried you. Everything about that day was a blur in your memory, and the only thing clear was the agonizing feeling of losing the love of your life.
//-//
Waking up in a jolt, you grabbed the pistol from under the pillowcase, raising it with your right hand in front of you. Staring into the dark room, you tried to calm your breathing as you lowered the gun and used your other hand to wipe the sweat from your face. Nightmares were very frequent now, but you never got used to them, each time waking up with a sense of despair in your chest, your bed wet with sweat as if you had been running all night.
You threw your feet out of bed, placing your hands on the mattress. Taking a quick glance at the headboard, you noticed that your glass of water was empty, so you grumbled as you got up and walked toward the kitchen.
The compound was silent, and judging by the darkness, it was still early morning. But as you reached the pantry room, you noticed a figure cowering on the couch.
"Nat?" you called tenderly, but she was asleep. You gave her a sad smile, approaching her cautiously so as not to make too much noise. You covered her with the sheet that was lying at her feet, without first taking a look at the tired marks on her face.
Walking toward the canopy, you did your best to get some water as quietly as possible, and then leaned against the canopy, trying to ignore the feeling of panic growing in your stomach.
As soon as you took a sip of the water, your mind traveled to a particular memory you had in this cup. You saw a flash of Wanda laughing at you while cooking, and you shook your head quickly to push the memory away, your heart racing with pain and longing. With trembling hands you placed the glass in the sink and took one last look at the sleeping figure of your best friend before returning to your room.
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