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Yellow Curtains - Chapter Three - Wanda Maximoff Series

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

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

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Chapter Tree - The Pool

Sreda, 13:25 (Wednesday, 13:25 am)

It had been almost a month since the cabin, and Wanda had developed a foolproof system to keep her thoughts away from you.

Step one, she convinced herself that the almost kiss was a delirium of her mind and that you had simply bent down to pick up the bottle, and she never confessed that she was only paying attention to Vision because she was afraid of being alone. She wouldn't have done that in good conscience, so of course, it was a delusion.

Step two, whenever Wanda's brain persisted in thinking about you - which happened mostly in history class, when it was impossible not to notice you, or when Carol was around, and consequently brought you along - Wanda forced herself to remember that you had a boyfriend.

A handsome, popular, intelligent boyfriend that everyone adored.

The third step was the most childish of all, but Wanda needed ground under her feet after she caught herself checking your Instagram like an obsessed stalker, and after accidentally (as if) visualizing and liking a post after three seconds, to which you replied her with a wink and a 'stop stalking me, Maximoff' that was clearly a joke, but which made Wanda blush so much that Pietro asked if she had a fever in the middle of the cafeteria; Wanda blocked you everywhere. It was childish and made you cast doubtful glances at her for the next few days, but fortunately, you didn't touch the subject.

The last step disgusted her. Vision was a genuinely nice guy, and Wanda was determined to stay with him because that was as it should be. They exchanged numbers, and when he wasn't working, he would call her to talk about anything. She tried to like him as much as she could.

He was the invitation to college parties, so her friends thought the relationship was the best thing Wanda had come up with.

On days like today, when you looked so casual and adorable in a geek hoodie, writing the assignment only two chairs away, Wanda wondered if the whole plan was worth anything.

"Miss Maximoff?"

The whole room looked at her, and Nat gave her a warning nudge. Wanda blinked away from you, blushing heavily at the attention.

"W-what?"

T'Challa laughed softly. "The question, Miss Maximoff." He repeated, and Wanda stared briefly at the board behind them, with several topics to which she paid no attention at all. Seeing her complete confusion, the professor sighed. "Wanda, stay after class. I'd like to have a word with you."

The room giggled, but T'Challa silenced them immediately as Wanda cringed in her chair in shame.

When the period ended, Wanda ignored for the sake of her own sanity, the soft look you cast at her before gathering your books and leaving the room, Natasha engaged in conversation with you and went to the next class period as well.

Wanda dragged herself to T'Chall's desk with her backpack slung over her shoulder. "I'm sorry, sir, I'll try to be more attentive to..." A quick glance at the blackboard. "Sokovian revolutionaries."

T'Challa chuckled softly, pulling from a pile of activities a corrected paper that he held out to Wanda.

"Here, Miss Maximoff." He says. "It's your lowest grade in eight years of school. In your favorite subject, so imagine my surprise."

Wanda swallows dryly, staring at the red F for half a second. "I-I..."

"Wanda, do you need to talk to someone?" T'Challa asked gently. "I know you've had some tough months at home, your parents are present in the school community. If you need to talk to someone, it doesn't have to be a teacher, it can be our psychologist or-"

"I'm fine." Wanda cuts in with a soft grimace, shoving the exam in her backpack. "Really, Sir, I'm fine. I've just had some trouble sleeping lately, but I- I'll be fine. I won't fail again, okay?"

T'Challa doesn't seem to believe much but nods in understanding. "Just know that we're here for whatever you need, Wanda."

She forces a smile, muttering a goodbye before practically running out of the room. Wanda has a period of Chemistry now, but instead of following the flow of students into the room, she makes her way the opposite way to the empty rooms on the third floor.

She can't get there. On the second floor, she is not breathing normally.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She gasps leaning her hands on the wall, trying to keep the tears in her eyes. The place is empty, and she thanks the gods for privacy. She manages to find a bathroom, and when she finally sits down on the floor, she is crying.

She hasn't had a panic attack in years, but it's as bad as she remembered. Fighting for air, she tries breathing exercises. It doesn't take more than five minutes, yet Wanda feels like it's been an eternity before she can breathe normally. The worst part is going back to class and pretending there's nothing wrong so as not to worry her twin.

–//–

Sobota, 19.40 (Saturday, 7:40pm)

She looked pretty, people said.

Even Pietro, who always tormented her at every opportunity, saw her leaving the room in her chosen outfit and whistled playfully.

"Vision is a lucky guy." He teased, and Wanda rolled her eyes.

"Shut up."

"Use protection, I'm too young to be an uncle." He scoffed, and Wanda raised her middle finger at him before walking off down the hall.

Her mother, who was working on a laptop in the living room, gave her a kiss on the cheek and complimented her appearance as well. Wanda wanted to go back to bed, but her cell phone vibrated.

"I'm outside. As you asked." It was Vis, and the last part brought a pang of soft guilt to her chest. They had been going out for a month and a half and Wanda had yet to officially introduce him to anyone. There were no labels, and although he had been patient until now, Vision was starting to find it strange.

"When am I going to meet this boy, huh, young lady?" Natalya asked as soon as Wanda grabbed her keys to leave. It was clearly a tease, from the tone used, yet it still left Wanda feeling uneasy.

"Soon, mama." She muttered. "See you later."

She opens the door, but Natalya asks, "Should I wait for you?"

Wanda feels her stomach turn. "Ne, mama." She murmurs and walks out the door.

Vision drives to a local bar. He smells of expensive perfume and aftershave lotion. It reminds her of Tony. Wanda wonders how many belongings they share now that they live together.

He also tells her that she looks pretty. The only thing Wanda feels like is an imposter anyway.

She steals glances at him as he tells her about the intense day he had at work, and as he talks about reports, she tries to imagine what it would be like to have sex with him.

Vision has been very respectful, but he clearly had his needs. Wanda can blushed, from embarrassment more than anything else, when she remembers feeling him hard during the few make-out sessions they shared.

He wanted her, but she was not sure she could say the same.

"You'll like it here. It's sophisticated, and it's a friend's shift today." He comments as he parks, and Wanda forces a smile, for the thousandth time in the night. But it doesn't bother her. Lately, she's been faking a lot of things.

Vision doesn't lie about the bar, it really is very fancy and elegant. The drinks cost a fortune, she notices as she looks at the menu on the wall. Despite this, it is crowded and must be a place known to couples because these makeup almost 90 percent of the customers around.

There is a hand on her back gently pushing her to the nearest table and Wanda feels part of her brain shut down.

"I have to say I was glad when you agreed to come tonight, Wanda." Vision comments between topics of conversation. He has already ordered service, but from the number of people, they have not been served yet. "I was beginning to think you wanted nothing to do with me." He says with a laugh. It's bait, Wanda knows. Natasha and Jen spent weeks giving her a hundred tips on how to flirt with boys, and how relationships work after they found out she was dating him. And after years of watching her friends flirt, it's not that hard to recognize when a guy is trying to figure out what she's thinking.

She deflects the innuendo, giving a chuckle. "I've just been busy, with school and all. I'll have more time to date now."

Vision's gaze lights up. He looks ready to ask for her hand, but the waiter arrives. And when she recognizes the blonde hair, Wanda almost falls out of her chair.

"Carol?"

"Oh, hey Maximoff! Good to see you here!" Declares Danvers cheerfully, a little surprised but evidently pleased with Wanda's presence. "And you too Vision!"

They engaged in gentle compliments, but Wanda circled her gaze around almost in desperation. Would you be here too?

She only realized that Vision had ordered her drinks for her when Carol left the table.

"Are you okay, you look a little pale." Vision comments worriedly, and Wanda shakes her head to disguise it.

Forcing a smile, she gets to her feet. "Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom." That's the excuse she makes up, leaving the worried boy at the table.

Wanda makes her way outside, however, and the night air helps her breathe normally.

This had to be a test of the universe was clear. She rests her hands on the railing of the stairs, and takes a deep breath, keeping her breathing in check. No panic attacks on date night.

"Hey, Wanda!" Someone calls out to her contentedly, and she lifts her face mortified.

Peter Parker is wearing a casual outfit, dark jeans, and a white shirt. His arm is around your shoulders, and you are both approaching the entrance to the bar, coming out of the parking lot.

Wanda's stomach does a complete somersault as she meets your gaze, but she adjusts her posture and forces a smile. Peter catches up to her and kisses her cheek in greeting.

"What a coincidence to find you here. Did you come alone?"

She can only respond with a negative nod, unable to formulate words because you approached to greet her and kissed her cheek.

Peter looks inside through the window and finds Vision alone. He enthuses. "Awesome, let's all sit together!" He says, stepping out into the bar to call the other.

You look at her. "You look beautiful, Wanda." You so sincerely remark that she swallows dryly, her face burning. For the first time in the night, she believes it.

Pushing the door open again, you step in front, and Wanda follows you inside.

–//–

Sobota, 20.40 (Saturday, 8:40pm)

The most embarrassing period of her life is what she would call this night.

Vis's hand on her thigh weighed as heavy as your death stare in their direction, and Wanda didn't think she would survive another hour of this.

Vision and Peter seemed to be having the best fucking time in the world, but that was to be expected since more than half of the empty glasses on the table were theirs.

"I can't believe we've never met here before, Peter!" Vision commented excitedly. "I've been coming here all summer because Carol gets Tony and his friends a discount on the drinks."

"Well, it's clearly never too late." Peter retorts half-drunk, raising a glass again. He gives a toast before a long sip, and Wanda adjusts uncomfortably in her chair as Vision squeezes her thigh again. "Tell me, what are you majoring in any way?"

"Robotics Engineering."

"Fancy." Peter comments getting a laugh from Vision, who then shrugs his shoulders.

"I guess so." He says. "Tony tells me you're pretty brainy, maybe you'll get some internship at Stark Industries during your first year..."

Peter looks surprised, turning a bit red. "Oh, I'd be honored. I don't think I'm that bright though."

"Come on, I'm sure that-"

"Sorry, Vis, he's not available." You cut in with a forced smile, clearly not having the slightest patience for the whole interaction. Vision blinks in confusion, and Peter hesitates. "Big boy here is going to England next year. Internship at Oscorp Industries."

Vision raises an eyebrow. "Wow, that's impressive." The man comments, raising his glass to Peter. "That deserves a toast."

Peter smiles wryly, but you roll your eyes and stand up. "I'll take a break from the sycophant moment you two are having." You cut in irritation, but when you make mention of leaving, Peter grabs your wrist tightly.

"Y/N, come on, don't be rude. We're just talking-"

"Don't fucking hold me!" You explode, pulling your arm away. "What the fuck are you even still doing here, eh Peter? England is waiting."

"For the love of god, are you really going to put on a show now, in the middle of the bar, in front of our friends-"

"They're not my friends." You retort annoyed, moving away from the table and heading for the exit.

Peter sighs loudly and looks at the couple with a regretful expression on his face.

"Look, guys, I'm sorry about that." He asks before running after you.

Vision gives a confused laugh once there are only two of them at the table. "Damn, I was told that Carol's sister was a little crazy but I didn't think that..."

"Don't talk about her like that." Wanda cuts him off drily, pushing his hand off her thigh and getting up behind the ones who just left.

You and Peter are outside on the sidewalk, yelling at each other.

"[...] I don't know why you keep freaking out about this! I love you, England is not going to change that! I've invited you dozens of times, if the distance is the problem why don't you just come with me?" Peter questions.

You hesitate with tears in your eyes. "My life is here, when will you understand that?" You shout back. By now, half the customers outside are watching the commotion as well.

Peter steps forward. "But what about us, Y/N? If you could just..." He licks his lips, trying to find the right words. " Wouldn't you come with me?"

You laugh tearfully. "And what is there in England for me?"

"Me." He retorts with emotion. "There's me, Y/N! But I guess that was never what you wanted, was it?"

You don't answer, tears streaming down your cheeks. Peter tears too, but he sniffles and pushes the emotion away.

"I..."

"No, you don't have to come up with excuses." He cuts you off with emotion. "We won't work at long distance. We don't work even close to each other. So I do what you've been trying to do since I got the damn internship letter. We're done."

Peter walks up to you, kisses your forehead, and walks off down the street. You hug your own body and don't try to call him back.

"Wanda, I think I'll give him a ride. He is far from home." Vision announces behind her, and only now does Wanda acknowledge his presence at all. She nods, and he is too distracted to notice that she turns her face away when he goes to kiss her.

Vision nods to you out of politeness, before walking off around the corner where Peter went.

Wanda comes down the stairs from the entrance and walks up to you.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

She offers gently, managing to make you smile. But you deny it with your head.

"Let's get out of here." You declare, wiping your face before grabbing Wanda's hand.

"I don't think anyone paid..."

"Don't worry, Carol covers for us." You reassured her, pulling her into the parking lot.

Wanda recognizes the motorcycle, this time with two helmets.

"Where...?"

"Just trust me." You interrupt her gently, and Wanda decides to do so.

–//–

Sobota, 21:21 (Saturday, 9:21pm)

Wanda was laughing so hard her stomach was hurting.

She couldn't remember, even if she tried, the last time she felt so at ease, that she had so much fun.

You drove through the city for many minutes, Wanda's hands firmly on your waist, her face pressed against your back. Until you reached the main boulevard tunnels, and you told her to risk it.

"You've gone crazy." Wanda retorted, but you chuckled.

"Come on Maximoff! Take a risk!" You insisted between laughs. And Wanda backed up, standing on the bike, arms outstretched as the strong wind ruffled her hair. She shouted with happiness, and you followed her until the tunnel reached the end.

The residential district was empty because of the time, so when you finally stopped, you bought drinks. Wanda didn't ask about the non-alcoholic beer, because she was distracted by your proximity to her face, making some joke that she didn't quite catch.

You walked around, exchanging drinks, stories. It was comfortable. Good.

"Fuck, look at that pool." You gasped suddenly as you passed through a fence that overlooked the backyard of one of the houses on the street. Wanda stood beside you, with a nearly empty can of Coke in her hand. "Imagine living in a big house like that."

"I think swimming pools are overrated." She murmurs, making you look at her curiously. Wanda was thinking about her father's house, where there was a huge luxury pool, and how she wouldn't trade any time in her suburban home with her mother for it. "Luxury doesn't make any place a home."

You smiled at her, but it was almost mischievous. "But it can be a lot of fun. Come on."

Wanda barely had time to react and you were already running away, skirting the fence, and then the garden. She left her bag of cans somewhere in the grass because you pulled her through a gate.

"Y/N, we can't..."

"Shh, stop thinking." You insisted, bringing her inside, the pool behind you. Wanda swallowed dryly, hyperaware that she had just broken into a house and your hands were still in hers. "Rich people are never home."

"I don't think that's true." She mutters nervously, but you only laugh, releasing her hands to remove your blouse. Wanda blushes heavily, looking away.

You don't mind, working on the pants and then the shoes. But you giggle when she remains static.

"Come swim with me, Wands." You ask, and it is the first time you have used a nickname, and she loves it. How it sounds on the tip of your tongue, how affectionate. She thinks she even loves the way her stomach does two flips when she hears it.

"Okay." She murmurs in agreement, and you stand right there, staring as she takes off her clothes. Wanda can feel her face burn, but she doesn't back down. Once she's only in her underwear, you bite your lip, scanning from top to bottom as if you can't help yourself. "Is it cold?"

She asks, and you blink away, turning to check the temperature with your foot. Wanda takes the opportunity to push you inside.

Her laughter is contagious over your expression of indignation as you emerge from the water again.

"I trusted you, Rose!" You shout dramatically, and she continues to chuckle, moving closer as you extend a hand in the air. "Come, jump off the Titanic with me."

Wanda giggles, leaning over to take your hand and step calmly into the pool. So, of course, you then pull her in with a tug.

You are laughing as she emerges back, and though she laughs too, she throws some water at you, before hugging her own body.

"It's freezing, Y/N!" She complains clenching her teeth, and you giggle mischievously, swimming around her.

"I think a little exercise will warm you up, Maximoff." You tease. "Let's race. To the other side of the pool."

She laughs but follows your cue. "On three?" She suggests, but despite your hums in agreement, you swim off shortly after one, and Wanda grunts indignantly before following you.

You both gasp for air, laughing and throwing water at each other for a moment when you win the race.

"It's not fair! You burned the start." She complains without really sounding angry, but all you do is laugh and swim around her.

"oprosti (sorry)." You mutter, staring at her in a way that makes Wanda twitch. "But it was all a tactic. The adrenaline of swimming out after me warmed you up, didn't it?" You tease, and Wanda rolls her eyes, laughing a little.

"Oh, what a clever plan." She wryly makes you smile.

You swim closer, and Wanda swallows dryly.

"Let's play another game then." You suggest. "Since you're such a terrible swimmer."

Wanda slaps some water in your face, raising an eyebrow. "Excuse me you, I'm an excellent swimmer."

You chuckle, now considerably closer. When did it get so hard to breathe?

"The game is simple, Maximoff." You whisper. "First one out of the water loses."

Wanda swallows dryly, nodding in agreement. "No cheating this time." She whispers back, feeling the pool wall on her back.

"I wouldn't dream of it." You retort with a small smile, then raise an eyebrow. "On three? One, two..."

Wanda dove in the same second you did and all sounds were muffled underwater. With held breath, she opened her eyes. You were looking at her too, and you smiled, tilting your head to make her smile too.

She could hear her heart racing but continued to hold her breath. You reached out to her, making her instinctively pull back, but you didn't give up, poking her in the ribs. Two tickles later, Wanda couldn't hold on under the water and emerged gasping for air.

You did the same, grinning. "I won!" You celebrate breathlessly for the dive and Wanda laughs indignantly.

"You cheated! Again!"

"I think you're just a bad loser, Maximoff." You tease, grinning at the wave of water she throws at you. "Okay, okay, you want a rematch?"

She laughs, shaking her head still in disbelief. "No cheating this time."

You make an innocent expression, and Wanda laughs before diving in first. You swallow dryly before following her underwater.

Your gaze meets hers, and Wanda thinks for a moment, there is only the two of you in the whole world, underwater, protected from all problems. You tilt your head gently, and she blinks before moving forward.

You are taken aback by the feel of her lips, and you breathe, emerging at the same moment.

Wanda rises the next second, a breathless laugh as she says, "I won this time." She declares equally affected, but you face her completely surprised by the kiss. Wanda swallows dryly. "You want a rematch?"

"Yeah." You gasp, smiling at her in confirmation before you dive in together.

This time, underwater, you only give Wanda a seconds to get used to the depth before you advance against her, kissing her on the mouth.

She kisses you back at the same moment, and can't hold her breath, emerging with you glued to her.

It's messy on the surface - Your hands circle her hips, and you gasp into each other's mouths, pressing your lips together with need. Wanda feels like she's burning from the inside out. Is this what kissing someone should feel like?

Her hands squeeze your shoulders, your hair. She thinks that if she doesn't hold on to something she will melt into the water again.

And you kiss her until she is breathless, with tongue and teeth, with a boiling desire that she shares.

Suddenly you let her go because there is a flashlight in your face.

"Who's there?" it's a male voice coming from inside the residence, definitely a security guard.

"Oh, shit. Run!" It's your only warning before you swim away, and Wanda follows you clumsily, as desperate to escape as you are.

You grab your clothes at the edge of the pool and stumblingly reach the fence at the same time the housekeeper reaches the pool. Luckily, he doesn't see your faces.

And when you return to the street, you are both laughing.

–//–

Nedelja 9:46 (Sunday 9:46 am)

Wanda wakes up with a stupid smile on her face and tries to hide it in her pillow.

It doesn't do much good. She feels so light. Happy.

Her cell phone is unloaded in some corner of the room, and she grunts softly as she hears knocks on the door.

"Come in." She says, and the next minute, her twin is inside her bedroom, leaning on the doorknob.

"Are you awake?" He asked, managing a short laugh.

"No, I talk in my sleep." She retorts with a mischievous little smile and eyes still closed. Pietro doesn't laugh.

"Papa is downstairs, Wanda." He declares and she immediately opens her eyes, her body tensing. Adjusting herself on the bed, she looks at her brother, noticing the casual clothes he wears instead of pajamas. His expression is equally dissatisfied. "I told him you were asleep, but he insisted that he wanted a word with you. He said he didn't drive halfway across town to be treated like someone dispensable."

Wanda grunted impatiently. "God, why does he have to be that way?"

Pietro shrugs. "I don't know, but from experience, you'd better listen to him or he might cause some trouble. You know Mom can't afford this place by herself..."

"I know, Pietro." Wanda cuts off annoyed, pushing the covers away to get up. As she goes to the bathroom to brush her teeth, Pietro closes the door.

"Hey, where were you last night?" He asks, and she grimaces, staring at him through the mirror. He leans on the bathroom door, his hands in his pockets.

"With Vision?"

Pietro raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, but later." He insists, and Wanda feels her stomach sink. "He texted me, asking if you had gotten home safely because he couldn't find you at the bar. But, well, you only arrived in way later after his text."

Wanda took a deep breath, and then looked at the sink. "I was wandering around in town. I needed to think."

Pietro sighed. "You could have called me, I'd keep you company. It's not very safe to be walking around alone. Being a girl, I mean."

"Well, I'm safe and sound." Wanda cuts in impatiently, finishing brushing her teeth while her brother mutters that he didn't mean to offend her. As she wipes her mouth, and leaves the bathroom to change clothes, Pietro crosses his arms.

"You don't have to tell me what you don't want, just...be careful with this Vision, okay?"

Wanda grimaces, looking at her brother in surprise. "Excuse me?"

Pietro sighs. "I know he's Tony's brother, and he seems decent, but... I don't know, he's a 21 guy who's in college. What does he want with a 17-year-old girl?"

Wanda sighs. "I'll be 18 in a few months..."

"I know." Pietro retorts. "It's just weird. Or maybe, I don't know, I'm being an overprotective brother."

She giggles. "I think it's the latter option." She comments, and Pietro smiles.

"Whatever." He murmurs, and waits for Wanda to get dressed before looking at her again. "I just want you to be happy, sestra."

Wanda smiles, moving closer to hug Pietro briefly. "I know, Pietro, thank you." He kisses the tip of her head, and they leave the room.

Nedelja 9:46 (Sunday 10:46 am)

Wanda was not surprised that her father turned that morning into an awkward time for everyone.

They were sitting at an outside table in a bakery two blocks from her house. Pietro managed to keep up a friendly conversation with his father for a while, telling him about school or the running team.

But it was like a time bomb that the subject came back to Wanda, and the impossible standards of perfection her father expected her to achieve.

"I hope you are maintaining the excellence required for NYU." Erik declares as he cuts a piece of cheese on his plate.

Wanda bites her tongue, resisting the urge to get up and leave that breakfast. Pietro clears his throat quietly.

"Papa, I-"

Erik holds up a finger, interrupting the boy with a small smile on his lips. "We've already talked about your academic life, Pietro. My business now is with your sister."

The boy swallows dryly, ducking his head. Wanda looks beyond the window, at the people walking around the street. And Erik speaks again in the background.

"[...] of course Harvard or Columbia would be acceptable options or risk something in Europe like Oxford or Cambridge, but we have to consider that-Wanda!" Erik slaps the table, and the girl jumps in fright, turning her attention back to her father. "I'm talking to you!"

Pietro places a hand over hers under the table. Erik sighs, pulling himself together. She stares at him, "I'm all ears." She replies, releasing Pietro's hand and drawing it into her own lap again. "What do you want me to say?"

Erik culls a piece of cheese with his gaze burning with anger. He swallows, and retorts:

"I'm still the head reference person at your school." He says. "They notify me that you got a bad grade. Nothing to affect your record, yet..."

She snorts indignantly. "Are you policing me?" She questions angrily, and Erik locks his jaw.

"Don't raise your voice at me." He retorts seriously, pointing a finger in her direction. "I pay for everything, I never leave a single thing missing for you two, and what do you want to do in return? Throw your future away! I let you act like a spoiled brat, give away your precious freedom to sully the name of this family. Running away from your responsibilities to the school, to our faith! Erik accuses angrily. "Let you behave like an ungrateful child!"

"Papa, enough, please!" Pietro interferes, watching the way Wanda has shrunk into the seat and looks on the verge of tears.

Their father takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He takes a long sip of coffee, and a few closer customers steal glances at the table.

"I'm sorry for losing my temper." Erik says calmer, pressing his hands together in front of his body. "You both know how hard your mother and I fought to earn what we have today. I just want you to have better opportunities. That you don't waste your potential. Hobbies and worldly pleasures can come later. In moderation, of course." Erik offers his son a wink, and Wanda wants to throw up. For Pietro, the son, it's fine to encourage him to enjoy life. For the daughter? Wanda couldn't even imagine her father saying anything of the sort to her. Be happy daughter. Have fun. Sounds ridiculous.

Erik orders tea for them, and Wanda keeps looking between the window and her own lap. Her father drinks a little before trying to sound more casual:

"How was the Shabbat?"

Pietro smiles awkwardly. "It was quiet, I rested." Says the boy, getting a smile from his father.

"Did you say your prayers?" Pietro agrees, and Erik's attention falls on Wanda again. His jaw quivers, but he keeps his voice calm. "What about you, sweetheart?"

Wanda looks him in the eye. "I got drunk, broke into a house, and made out with a girl."

Erik blinks and then bursts into laughter, the real thing, tears welling up in his eyes. Pietro laughs too, a little more restrained. They both think it's a joke, and Wanda swallows dryly.

"I've missed your sense of humor dear." Erik comments as he calms down. "A little harsh, but always funny." Wanda sighs not knowing what to say next. Erik sips more tea, before commenting. "Speaking of this subject, I have an invitation for you. Next week, we are having a Bar-Mitzvah at my house. Lorna is turning 12 and-"

"No." Wanda interrupts, ignoring the gentle squeeze Pietro gives her wrist. Erik raises an eyebrow. But unlike the entire breakfast, he looks almost sad.

"Honey, I'd like to have you two there." He gently insists. "Even Natalya would be welcome."

"How kind of you, isn't that papa? Inviting the ex-wife to the bastard's Bar-Mitzvah?"

Erik slams the table, but this time Wanda doesn't back down, her gaze irritated like her father's. "Don't you dare talk to me like that!"

"I would rather not talk to you at all!"

"Wanda, please..." Pietro tries to appease but Erik laughs wryly, shaking his head.

"You're impossible, Wanda, I swear." He declares, pulling out his wallet from inside his jacket. He pulls out some change from there, which he throws on the table in front of her. " For the bus. I don't want to see your face today any longer."

"Papa!" Pietro complains, but Wanda is already getting up, ignoring the money on the table. Pietro grabs the notes and follows his sister out while Erik continues drinking his tea. He catches up with her at the corner of the bakery. "Wanda, wait, please."

"I'm walking home, Pietro, leave me alone." She retorts with her arms crossed, and the twin rushes to stand in her way, his hands on her shoulders.

"Please, he didn't mean it. You two-"

Wanda pushes his hands away. "It's so easy for you to take his side, isn't it?" She shouts impatiently. "It's not your life that's falling apart."

Pietro laughs surprised by her aggressiveness. "Come on, I'd hardly call a scholarship at a university falling apart-"

"It's not what I want!" Wanda interrupts him, tears of frustration in her eyes. He is completely surprised. "But I don't think that matters to anyone."

Pietro steps forward. "Hey, but you always said you'd be a doctor..."

"Because papa wanted that." Wanda murmurs tearfully. "Fuck, what difference does it make now, it's senior year already." She says, wiping away the falling tears. "I need to be alone Pietro, I'm sorry." She pulls aside before he can touch her, and the twin calls out to her, but she doesn't look back.

–//–

Ponedeljek 10:30 (Monday 10:30 am)

Loud heavy metal music was playing in Wanda's headphones from the exit of the history class to the cafeteria. Maybe that's why she didn't hear you call out, and was startled when you held her shoulders.

You chuckle, lowering your hands as she takes the headphones off. "Sorry for the scare." You asked, looking at her in a weird way. Wanda swallowed dryly, staring at you doubtfully.

"Do you need anything?"

You blinked hesitantly at the aggressiveness but still smiled.

"Yeah...I think I'm still blocked, and it is hard to ask you out like that."

Wanda's stomach did a whole turn, and she felt her eyes burn. You acted so casual about everything, you were so happy.

"Sorry, I think you got it wrong." The words came out before Wanda could think them through completely. You frown in confusion, "I'm not interested."

She makes mention of leaving, but you don't move from your seat. "You gave me a different idea on Saturday, you know? You were the one who kissed me." Your tone was not loud, yet Wanda looked around as if everyone in the school was listening and judging that conversation.

She lifted her chin. "I was drunk."

"Wanda, come on..." You try to touch her and she pushes at your notebook, knocking the item to the floor. You sigh.

"You got me drunk and made me break into a house. And then you grabbed me. I could go to the police."

You stare at her, and the confusion turns to hurt. Wanda wants to take it all back, but you shake your head, pick up the notebook from the floor, and stare at her. "Get your shit together before you go around using other people, Maximoff." You spit it out, turning your back on her.

Wanda, with her eyes filled with tears, turns her face toward you. "Whatever, dyke."

A few people stare, but no one says anything. You stop walking, and Wanda bites her lips to hold back a sob.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn’t-" She gasps, but you adjust your bag on your shoulder and disappear into the next crowd of students.

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