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Chaos and Order (A perfect balance) - Wanda Maximoff x reader [Part 4 - Training with an annoying ex-spy]

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True to your words, you took a quick shower. Put on your new clothes that didn’t smell like smoke, you looked at yourself in the mirror. A simple black, long sleeve shirt. Comfy gray sweatpants. You sighed and started tying the strings. That’s when you heard her sigh in your head. You were spooked and jumped a little.

“Maximoff! What are you doing!?” You squealed and blushed as you turned away from the mirror. She snickered in your head. It was the most adorable sound in the world. You almost smiled along with her, but you couldn’t brush away the thought that she had spied on you when you took a shower. She read your mind and you could practically feel her eye rolled.

“I’m not watching you shower, idiot.” She pouted. God damn it, she pouted! You saw it! “You took forever! I’m just checking.” You grimaced and looked at the clock. It’s been forty minutes. Turned out, a quick shower was not quick enough. No wonder she’s worried. But you still thought in your head, letting her hear easier. “You could have seen me naked!”

She laughed.

“Would it be so bad, detka?”

There was the nickname. You were a shrimp, red all over. Too embarrassed to let her in your head any longer, you snapped at her fondly: “No glimpse for you, Maximoff! No more!” You tried and shut your mind but before it closed off, you still heard her voice playfully taunted you: “Whyyyyy?” She dragged her voice.

“I don’t let pervert get in my mind.” You shot back and shut her out. You still heard her say ‘chicken’, but you brushed her off and tied your strings as fast as you could, afraid she was still lingering. You then raised your hands to rub your face warily. Wanda Maximoff was going to be the death of you. However, her showing up made your guilt dissipate like smoke in the air. She didn’t blame you. She didn’t hate you for what you did. And even though you were still scared out of your mind at the fact that Chthon was trying to take her away, you put yourself together and walked out of your little compartment. Hers was just right across the hall. You had to keep your promise to her.

She was right there, but so far away. You stared at the door, unsure of yourself. Your hands were shaking like they were reflecting your conflicting mind. You regretted it a little. Shutting her out, that was. You paced back and fort in front of her door, never minded that there was someone walking toward you. You almost jumped like a squirrel when a hand landed on your shoulder.

“Why are you being a creep?”

It was Tony Stark. He was wearing the exact same attire as you. The only thing that made the difference was the glowing object in the place of his heart. He looked like he was just napping and went out for a night drink. His hair tousled, and his eyes were surrounded by a dark circle. This man didn’t have an easy life. You could tell, by just looking at him. And yet, he always acted so playful, like he was untouchable. He was just like you, somewhat. Your heart ached for him.

Seeing you didn’t give him an answer, he shuffled his hand in his cashmere cardigan. He was looking for something. You didn’t know. But then, he pulled out a pack of dry blueberries and offered it to you. You frowned at it, like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world, but the billionaire just shoved it in your hand in a weirdly awkward manner. He said: “Take it. The best night snack, kid.” You fiddled with the package in your hand. It was cold to the touch, like it was freshly stolen from the fridge. You hummed.

“Don’t be so grumpy, kid.” He patted your head. Nobody ever did that aside from your parents, and you felt yourself taking a step back away from him. He sighed and withdrawn his hand. You saw him looking at his palms for a moment, like he hated them, like he was in mixed feelings about if he should keep it or not. You wanted to reach out to comfort him, but you thought: who were you? You were not close with him. Did you have the right to comfort him? You didn’t. So, you halted there, with your hand awkwardly stretched out. He tentatively patted your outstretched hand and sighed: “Witchy is waiting. Don’t keep her waiting. It’s never a good thing.”

He shuffled away, down to the hall and disappeared into one of the doors. No doubt, he was wandering to the lab again. You wondered how much did Tony sleep. But you didn’t have time to ponder, for you saw Pietro peeking out of his room, which was right next to Wanda, and glaring at you with his intense, watchful eyes. You frowned at him. Of all the moment, this was one time you regretted saving him. That regret only intensified when he muttered: “Not gonna knock?”

Apparently, you didn’t have to. The door opened itself when you were about to snap at him. With a red wisp. You could realize that red anywhere. Wanda was awake. You tossed him a glare and walked through the door, closing it behind you quietly as you entered. As a good patient as she was, Wanda didn’t get out of bed, she was still laying on the pillow. Her eyes watched your movement. On her face was an amused expression.

You shifted uncomfortably as you stood in the middle of the room, didn’t quite know what you should do next. When she patted the empty space on the bed next to her, you gravitated to her like a puppy. Took the place she offered; you took a closer look at her. She seemed well. Not a bruise spotted on her flawless skin. You breathed out a sigh in relief. She was okay. You reminded yourself. She was okay…

As if it was the most natural thing in the world, you leaned down, had your hands drifted from her neck to her shoulder. Worming your hand under her head and adjusted her position on the pillow, you smiled a little when she let out a happy sigh. What you didn’t notice was the distance between the two of you. You had gotten so close to her that your lips were just inches away from hers. On her face was a pretty shade of pink. Her green eyes looking straight into you with a daze expression, and you reared back, blushing hard. You blubbered out an apology, but she had her hand on the collar of your shirt. You couldn’t shy away if you wished to.

“Hey, stranger.” She mumbled. Her breaths ghosted over your face. The smile on her lips was magnetic, majestic. Your throat suddenly tightened, dry like you had never knew how water tasted like. Her scent invaded your nostrils, making you dizzy. It took every ounce of your self-control to not lean down a bit more and tasted the cherry red that was her inviting lips. The best you could think of at that moment was to croak out a stupid sentence: “You know my name. Technically, we are not stranger… I mean…”

Wanda laughed aloud. She let go of your shirt to cradle your cheek with her soft palm. The tender touch effectively shut your rambling mess. You stared down at her, clearly affected by her presence. “Why so nervous, detka?” She cheekily asked. The light in her eyes danced joyfully, twinkled under the shade of the dimmed bedside lamp. You had to swallow harshly to calm yourself down and detached from her. Being so close to her rendered you thoughtless. She was so dangerous to your little heart. It was beating like it wanted to jump out of your chest and fall into her opened hand.

To save yourself from further embarrassment, you didn’t dare to look at her. You were sure that you were burning up. You were also sure that she saw that, too. She was enjoying it a little bit too much. Her hand drifted from where your face once was, to your sternum, and gave it a gentle tap before the tip of her finger glided up and lifted your chin. You weren’t able to fight her. You let her lift your head and you looked at her.

She was staring deep into your soul. Eyes so soft that they melt your heart like a pool of squishy marshmallow. You got lost in that forest green for what felt like an eternity, and you were not sure if you wanted to escape it. All your anxiety was washed away when you saw her smile. All your sense of space vanished when she let her finger trail down your arm and fidgeted with your sleeve. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and let the closeness with her soak through your bones.

You knew she was trying to comfort you, and it worked wonders.

Took you a full minute to calm down and were able to murmur out: “How are you feeling?”

Your wandering hand, the one that was free and didn’t have to hold the weight of your body slowly engulfed hers and she giggled. Her delicate fingers left your shirt to cling onto your hand. “Perfect.” She said, with a hint of happiness. “I’m perfect. Now that you are here.”

Your heart jumped at her words. It squeaked out of a joy you hadn’t felt in too long. It was like your lungs were filled with butterflies, fluttering softly as if they wanted you to notice. You did notice. Your hand trembled a bit. You tried to regain your composure by clearing your throat. You didn’t understand why, but she always made you feel at ease and restless at the same time. Being next to her was like on the edge of the cliff. You could either fight it or just give in.

Being with her felt so right, so real. Being with her was like finding a missing piece that filled the gaping hole in your chest where it used to be a heart. With her, all thoughts of running, all attempts at dying were pointless. You saw the world in her eyes. You saw an endless, blue, blue sky. You saw a future where it wasn’t all blood, deaths, and tears. With her, you saw the light at the end of the tunnel. With her… You felt like you truly lived.

It was just a few days since you met her. In such a short time, she had slipped into your soul, nested herself in a comfortable space and lived there as a mender of your broken soul. You wished you could do the same to her. You wished you could show her all the greatness you saw in her. You wished to protect her from all the hurt the world might hold. It was an insane thing to ask, but you couldn’t help yourself. A part of your brain was repeating one thing, on repeat, ever since you saw her in Sokovia. It screamed at you to remember how to love, to cherish, to reach out. To shield, to guide, to protect.

You didn’t understand it then, but you saw it now.

You couldn’t stay far away from her if you tried.

She had to see that you were slipping from reality, for she gently tapped on your cheek, making you focused on her once again. You witnessed her loving smile. You witnessed her little grip on your torso, tugging you down with her. Who were you to disobey the request of a goddess?

“Lay with me…” She whispered in your ears. “I have missed you; you know?”

You only let out a small whimper as you let her tug you down. Your head hit the pillow and she snuggled up in the crook of your neck, breathing in your fresh scent. You stayed stiff like a plank of wood when she shifted and draped her arm across your body. Her shape molded yours perfectly as she leaned in closer. You dwelled in her hug, savouring it silently as she mumbled against your skin, hot breaths tickled, teased your control.

“I was so scared…” She began. Her nose nuzzled your neck. You closed your eyes, feared that she was scared of you, of the world in your head, of what you had put her through. You held your breath, waiting for her words like waiting for the blade of a guillotine to drop down, but instead, what she said broke you more than anything could ever: “I was so afraid… When I peeked into your head and saw that you planned on leaving. You know?” She paused. Her fingers danced up and down your side, as if she was making sure that you were real, that you were really there with her.

“I was so scared that you wanted to disappear, again.” Her voice broke. You didn’t see her face, but you tried. She refused to open her eyes, but a lone tear still slipped out, wetting your feverish skin like poison. Your heart suddenly got heavy, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around her lithe body, tugged her closer to an impossible distance, driving her flush against your side. You heard her stuttering breaths, but you were determined to show her that you were not going anywhere. That you couldn’t, even if you tried.

She buried her face into your shoulder as she continued, her voice shook slightly; “I was so scared… That I would never have a chance to tell you…” You wrapped her into your embrace, fully now, as she basically laid on top of you. You didn’t mind. Her weight was grounding, like she was the anchor of yours in this surreal world. “I was so scared, that you didn’t know how deeply my heart ached when I first saw you. I was so scared that you didn’t see how much you mean to me. The day I hurt you… The day I saw you free falling, I felt like a part of my soul was ripped, falling with you.” She took a shaky breath. She was shaking.

You didn’t have to look into her head to know that she was reliving the day you two first met.

Her hand tugged at the helm of your shirt, gripping it tightly. “When we were stuck in your mind, it was torturing. The pain… I couldn’t even guess what had happened to you, detka…” You patted her hair, soothed your fingers through her brown locks as she told her story. You didn’t want her to be this upset. You wished she would give you a smile and acted like nothing had happened. But a wish was only a wish. Reality was much harsher than a dream could ever be.

“I don’t know what you have been through, detka, but I know one thing. I know there was something in your head that was, is, telling you to give up on this, on your life, on us. Don’t listen to it.” She lifted her head to look at you with tear-filled eyes. She caressed your face as she looked deep into your soul. “Don’t let it get to you.” She said slowly. Soft but firmed. “I don’t know everything in this world, but I know, you won’t hurt me.”

Wanda placed a small kiss on your throat, and you let out a small sob.

“Don’t let it win. Stay with me…” She peppered kisses across the skin of your neck, making you shiver. You involuntarily gripped her waist as you buried your head into her hair. Her lovely shampoo infiltrated your nose and you let yourself sank into her, trying to quench the fear of Chthon’s threat. She didn’t have to know… she didn’t. You didn’t need to add more stress to her. You would help her deal with her power. You would help her become the one and only person that Chthon feared to overtake.

His voice taunted you in your head, making you wince in pain: “You can’t protect her forever. She will leave you. She will break you. She will abandon you like everyone else.” He seethed. “She is mine for the taking. She’s my chosen vessel. You can’t fight the destiny.”

You didn’t dare to scream. You didn’t even move an inch. You waited until you made sure she had fallen asleep before you slowly replied with a tone so low: “Don’t make me strangle you again, Chthon. Or did you forget how big of a bitch you were when I handed your pathetic arse to you?” You paused to savour his fury as you licked your lips and continued with a sadistic smile: “If we burn, you burn with us. You hear me, luv?” He growled aloud and disappeared. You didn’t let him get far, trapped him in the deepest, darkest part of your brain before letting yourself breathed a little. You let your finger slipped through Wanda’s hair, feeling the coolness and her silky stresses fell across your skin. You would not let him touch her.

Not in your watch.

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You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but when you opened your eyes, the sun had streamed through the window, dusted Wanda’s bedroom with a shade of gold. The first thing you saw was her, propping up on her elbow, looking at you with a warm smile. You closed your eyes again, trying to force yourself to not give into the comforting sense and smiled back. You muttered out, jokingly: “Didn’t know you are a creep, Maximoff.” You felt her hand ghosted on your face as her finger traced your features, from your forehead to your nose, cheeks and then stopped at your lips. She lingered there for a long time, then decided to press her print on your nose. You heard her voice, light, teasing, when she began: “You are really cute when you sleep, do you know that?”

You grumbled and batted her hand away, crinkled your nose as you turned away from her pivoting body and draped the blanket on your head. “I’m not cute!” You groused out. Your sleep ridden voice made her bit her lips. Fortunately, you didn’t see it. You only felt her laying back down next to you and hugged your middle. “Are we arguing over trivial things, detka?” She husked in your ears, and you shrunk. Your body shook with the impact of her breaths tickling your sensitive part. You pushed yourself up, detached from her and jumped off the bed in the speed of light. That was when you saw her twinkling eyes staring at you, obviously loving the way she made you blushed.

You tugged on the helm of your shirt and looked anywhere but her. You couldn’t face her when she was laughing like she had enjoyed this too much. As you were cornered there, unable to find a way to run, you and Wanda both heard the door cracked opened, revealing a very healthy and amused Natasha Romanoff. Behind her was Wanda’s twin brother, who was eyeing you like he was trying to see if you’re decent or not. His eyes narrowed at you, but you only shrugged. You were embarrassed. It wasn’t like you to have a sleep over. And Pietro was looking at you like you violated his sister.

You swallowed dryly.

Lucky for you, The ex-spy took pity on your state and said: “Glad that you both are awake. Training in ten.” She threw out a sentence and walked away, dragging a very nosy Pietro Maximoff away with her. You grumbled and messed your hair. Your action made Wanda giggled. She got off the bed and stood before you, making you lift your eyes and peered at her through your lashes. She reached up to soothe your frown as she said with a pleasant tone: “Piet is being ridiculous. Don’t murder my brother in broad daylight, please.”

You pouted: “He taunted me all the time!”

“That’s how he is.” Wanda stifled a laugh as she saw your adorable expression. She tickled your side before turning and swaying her hips, strutted to the bathroom. Before she reached the door, she threw her head back to smirk at you: “Go get ready. I will see you at the training centre…” You could actually feel like she held back something, like she wanted to add another word to her sentence, but she stopped herself. You wondered what she was trying to say. You wished for it to be that cute nickname she loved to call you in her mother tongue. Though didn’t know what it meant, you practically could hear the love and affection she hid in that word.

You made it your mission to ask Natasha when the training was over.

Made your way back to your room and performed your daily routine quickly, you didn’t want others to wait for you. Tony had left you a digital map around the tower, helping you with your way around. You followed the trail until you reached the training room. Wanda had already been there. When your eyes landed on her, you suddenly felt like the air left your lungs.

She was in her casual clothes, not fighting suits, or pyjamas whatsoever. Her black top clung on her body, hugging her perfectly as she moved gracefully to dodge Natasha’s attack. Her brown locks swaying in the air. There was a shine of sweat on her skin, covering her and made her glowed like a goddess. You didn’t dare comment about her skin-tight legging, or her soft shoes. You didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself. But apparently, you didn’t avert your eyes fast enough. A certain speedster had caught you and smiled wickedly as he dashed to where you were standing like a fawn under headlight.

“Enjoying the view?” He grinned charmingly. Well, you supposed it was charming. Had it been other ladies, they would have swooned at his feet, but unfortunately for him, and for you, you had your eyes on another Maximoff to even bat an eyelash at him. You blushed as you glared at him: “I don’t know what you are talking about!”

The older twin smirked: “Yeah, right.” You bunched your hands into a fist, ready to whack him if he tried another word. “Keep THAT image in mind whenever you want to dip.” He taunted and like a wind, he vanished. You saw him appeared next to his sister and pointed at you. You immediately shook away the frown and tugged on your shirt when she turned her head. A bright smile greeted you and you waved back at her meekly.

She was genuinely happy to see you.

She was so distracted that she didn’t notice Natasha’s blow. Your eyes widened as you signed widely for her to look behind. She tilted her head in confusion, unable to understand why you suddenly looked so worried. It was too late. Wanda got decked in the face and stumbled on the ground, moaning in pain. You gasped and tried to run to her, but a hand stopped you. You glared back to see it was Tony Stark. His eyes were dancing with amusement.

Then, you heard both Tony and Natasha said in unison: “Rule number one: Never take your eyes away from your opponent.”

As the ex-spy dragged Wanda up, you focused back on Tony as he spoke to you: “It’s nice of you to join us.” He popped something in his mouth and chewed lazily. You realized that black seeds. It was the blueberries. This man was obsessed with blueberries or something. You thought to yourself. He handed you a fistful of the fruit and you accepted. “Little witch’s hand-to-hand combat is terrible.” He commented. “Romanoff is trying to get her to shape but she’s clearly distracted.” He eyed you up and down and you had the tendency to look ashamed.

“How about yours?”

He asked out of nowhere.

You lifted an eyebrow at him, questioned: “How about my what?”

“Your hand-to-hand combat skills.”

You shrugged: “I’m alright. I learnt self-defence ever since I was a kid. Being the daughter of my parents and all.” A look of lost fleeted across your face. He caught right on. Sadness adorned his features as he lowered his head and looked into his palms. “I remembered your parents.” He said. “We were good friends.” There was something heavy in his tone. You didn’t want to ask. Clearly, lost had been Tony Stark’s best friend. Not so different from you.

“I remember you.” He stared deep into your eyes. And you shuffled away from him. You didn’t want to talk about it. You had met him several times. He was another man back then. Younger, more impulsive. You both had changed so much since the last time you met. “You were barely a teenager…” He stuffed his hand in his pocket and sighed.

“I am a grown up now.” That was the only thing you could say to him.

He nodded. His eyes looked grim. “Yes, you are…”

With a sigh, he lifted his head, and he became a completely different person. He smiled at you. Though it was forced, but it was still a smile, coming from his heart. Though it bore the pain you didn’t understand, you still felt comforted. “I guess we’re both in the orphaned club.” His joke was morbid, but you laughed. You laughed and drew Wanda’s attention. She frowned when she realized you were standing with Tony. Wanda still didn’t like him, even just a bit.

He watched the little exchange of you and Wanda and huffed out a laugh. You didn’t know what was amusing about it, but he patted your shoulder: “Go, train a little, kid. I am heading out. Not going to stand here and suffer witchy’s laser vision on me.” You gawked at him as he walked away. “I ask Romanoff to assess your fighting skill. She will tend to you when she is done with Witchy.”

You remembered something and called after him, making him stopped and looked at you with surprise: “Can I help Wanda with her power?” You asked, a bit unsure of yourself. Stark glanced at Wanda and then back at you. He didn’t say anything. You took that as a sign and tried convincing him: “I can help her harness her power. You know it’s very similar to mine. I can help.” Your words flew out like a stream, and you had to cover your mouth to stop babbling.

“You said you haven’t used your power in a long time. What makes you think you can guide her without you loosing control?” he asked seriously.

“I know my limits.” You answered simply.

He sized you up and down before nodding. You breathed out a sigh of relief. “Do what you want. Don’t blow up the building.”

You huffed and walked away from him. Natasha was waiting for you on the ring, and you swallowed dryly. The redhead didn’t look like she was playing games. Judging by how beaten-up Wanda was right then, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. Taking a pair of gloves, you slithered on to the ring as you faced Natasha Romanoff, but not before you get a gentle tap on the cheek from Wanda. She was making a thumb-up sign with an adorable grin on her lips.

You saw her mouthed: “Go get it, tiger.”

And you couldn’t help but feel a new-found determination. If you didn’t win, then you would manage to not end up on your arse.

“Ready?” The ex-spy didn’t beat around the bush. She confidently faced you as you squared your stance and started warming up. You hadn’t train in a long time, but your muscles memories still remembered the basics. You nodded. “I hope you do better than your girlfriend.” Natasha smirked at how flustered and irritated you were. You casted a quick glance to Wanda and hoped to God she was far enough to not hear. You gritted your teeth: “She’s not my girlfriend!”

The ex-spy rolled her eyes: “Yeah, and I’m not Russian.”

“Are you really Russian?” You bit back. And she smiled at you sarcastically. “Who knows.” She drawled. Moving closer to you, Natasha whispered in your ears: “Deny all you want. See how she will react when you got my legs wraps around your head.” She pushed you playfully and you gaped at her, clearly stunned. You weren’t anticipating that! You stole a glance at Wanda, who looked like she had eaten a whole lemon and felt your stomach dropped. You were dead.

The fight started and you immediately knew that Natasha wasn’t playing around. Her strikes were fast and hard. She was skilful. That’s for sure. You struggled to dodge her punch, never really had an opportunity to hit back. Her movements were smooth and really clean. Sometimes, it felt like a blur in front of you. You were lucky that you didn’t get hit, because if you did, you would have to request porridge for lunch and dinner. You didn’t think your teeth would stay in its place when her fist landed on your mouth.

Sweats began to flow freely from your skin, coating you in a faint cover. You had to swipe your brows as salty droplets started to hurt your eyes. Natasha on the other hand was fine. She was still graceful like a swan. She was toying with you. You knew it. Your laboured breaths were her joy. She taunted: “Not going to impress your girl?” At that, you impulsively swung at her, but got caught mid-air. She twisted your arm backward and snapped your knee, making you kneeled down to the ring. Pain shot through your nerves as you growled out. It coursed through your body like an electric shock, and you heard your bones cracking under her force. She was testing you. You realized. Natasha was trying to push you.

You heard another gasp when you looked outside. Though your eyes were burning with sweat and blurry with the pain, you could somewhat make out Wanda’s form. She had her hand covering her mouth. His brother beside her couldn’t do anything to comfort her. It was clear that she was worried out of her mind.

You didn’t think when you pushed back at Natasha, didn’t think when your arms began to crack loudly. You let the pain flow across your body as you force yourself to stand up. It ended up with Natasha Romanoff holding your broken arm as you sprung up and swiped at her leg. The redhead fell with a thud. She released your arm right after. It flailed on your side, useless. You swallowed down the pain when you took advantage of Natasha’s stunned state and slammed your body down on her.

Another wrong move.

The ex-spy was up in her feet faster than you could think. She kicked you in the chest and you coughed out blood. It would no doubt leave a bruise for days if you didn’t use your power to heal. Your hair was clinging on your forehead as you peered up at Natasha. The redhead was looking at you with a different eye. There was respect and impressed in those darker shade of green. So similar, yet so different from Wanda. She was getting serious. You knew she was now considering you her worthy opponent.

You blocked her punch and landed one on her neck, but it was nothing but a mosquito bite to her. She lurched at you, and you braced yourself for a punch, but you were so wrong. She jumped up. You craned your neck to see what she was about to throw at you, but your reaction was not fast enough. Her long legs woven themselves on your shoulders, gripped tightly as you squared your stance to counter her. But her thighs were so strong. You choked as she slammed you down the mattress again. Her legs around your head and your face nested against her thigh. She twisted until your breaths were cut out and your face turned red. You tried to push her away but it only made her pressed on.

Your ringing ears listened to Wanda’s scream: “Nat, stop!”

You grimace, knew so well that she wouldn’t let go if you didn’t surrender. You tapped vigorously on the mattress, surrendering. She let you go immediately. You gasped for air as you laid there, like a starfish, wailing for water. Natasha sat next to you, panting. You peered up at her and spotted a slowly formed bruise on her cheek. She grinned down, didn’t seem to mind her injury one bit. “That was one hell of a fight, newbie.” And you only could raise your good arm in mock surrender. “Didn’t think you could land a blow on me. Was that a payback for your witch?” She teased and you glared at her.

“If you don’t want a matching black eye, then shut up, Romanoff.” You grumbled. That’s what you said, but you knew she would beat your ass until you couldn’t get up before you could fulfil your threat. She broke out laughing. “No need to be so salty. You did really well.” She swallowed down, like she was so thirsty after the fight. “Have you taken defence class before?” She asked and you nodded. “I did.” You said simply. “My parents didn’t want me to be helpless if I got kidnapped.” You sit up to take the water bottle from her hand and drunk up. The coldness immediately sooth your thirst, but the pain in your arm was a bitch to deal with. You whimpered pathetically as you accidently lifted your broken hand. She frowned.

“You should get that arm checked.” The ex-spy shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you actually did that. Not wanting to be embarrassed in front of her that bad?”

Natasha poked right at your sore spot and you glared at her: “Stop it!”

The Russian leaned back and grinned: “Okay, okay.” You two stayed like that for a moment before Natasha said: “You don’t need much training, but you still need to work out a bit more. Your punch can have more force than this.” You nodded. You didn’t have to lift a finger that much when living under HYDRA. It would take a while to get used to this again.

“You can help Wanda, too. She relies on her magic, so her hand-to-hand combat is not very strong.” Natasha pointed at Wanda, who was still stealing a glance at you once in a while, even when she was practicing with her brother. You licked your lips and told Natasha: “Her power is more than enough.” But the redhead shook her head: “It won’t help her when she got detained. She has to be prepared for every scenario. We’re in for a very dangerous life. You and her both need to understand that.”

“You are the one who don’t understand, Natasha.” You faced the Russian and let your power flowed through your veins. Your eyes flashed a shade of red. “You don’t understand that there is nothing, nothing! In this world can stand against us.” You picked up the bottle and it disintegrated into dust right in front of her eyes. “If she understands what she has…” The dust slowly reformed into the water bottle and flew back to your grip. “She will be the ruler of this whole universe.”

A proud smile crept up on your lips as the spy’s hand trembled, indicating her shock. “You look so afraid.” You spoke. “Don’t be. There is no reason to…”

You tilted your head and gave Wanda a wave which she gladly returned.

“I will help her becomes the greatest of all the greats. Do you trust me?”

Natasha sighed and nodded.

“It will be for the best. Your presence here is her gift. I see that now.” The redhead said as she stood up. “She was so meek, so angry when we first met her. But when you came around, she turns a new leaf. She is happy. Protect her. Will you?”

You grinned up at Natasha: “Of course. What else could I do?”

She patted your head and gave you a smile, saying: “Go get that shoulder checked. Wouldn’t want your girl to make a fuzz with me.”

“She is not my girl!”

“Keep denying. Nobody will believe you, kid.”

You bared your teeth: “Not! A! Kid!”

The ex-spy waved you off and called for Wanda. You immediately hid your broken arm behind and wished for the lord that Wanda wouldn’t notice, but no such luck, Natasha with her wicked mouth had already fired away: “Make sure to take care of this asshead. She broke her arm when she tried to act tough.”

You groaned and hid your face in your palm.

Only God could save you now.

As predicted, Wanda rushed to you. She was fuming: “For what reason!? Huh!?” She took your flinging arm, held it carefully in her hand. Her eyes were glassy, like she wanted to cry. You whacked yourself mentally as you sensed her distress. Cursed Natasha Romanoff for not keeping her mouth shut. You tried to tell Wanda: “I.., It’s okay. I’m fine.”

“Fuck your ‘fine’!”

Oh, Wanda was mad.

“You have healing ability doesn’t mean it’s okay to do bullshit things!” She chided you.

“Yes ma’am…”

You smiled guiltily as she got you up from the ground. She was still angry, but the way she dabbed away your sweat was gentle and sweet. You smiled at her goofily, didn’t even know that you did so. But she noticed and sighed to suppress a smile breaking from her lips. How could you be that adorable? She asked herself when she pinched your cheek. You let her lead you out of the training room to the hall. You knew this way well. She was taking you to Banner’s lab.

This time, you didn’t complain.

You would follow her anywhere.

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After the meeting, you felt like you’re being cornered.

Walking out with Wanda, you stumbled on a very amused red-head Russian. You immediately took a step back, stretching the space between you and the intruder. Well, she’s not really an intruder. She’s Natasha Romanoff. Wanda had filled you in some basic information of the team.

Natasha Romanoff – The ex-spy.

She had that mysterious, but insanely attractive grin on her lips. It made you think about a possibility that she loved using her beauty as a leverage on her targets. Not everyone could resist that face, let alone the smoky eyeliners, and that damnable smirk. She’s confident, like a panther on its strike. But something about her screamed dangerous to you. Even when she was casually leaning on the door frame, like she belonged there or something.

She drawled lazily when she lifted her gaze to your face, who hid behind Wanda and clung on her hand. You still felt uncomfortable talking to strangers. Wanda noticed. She shifted and covered your body with her tiny one. That small action made Natasha Romanoff raised an eyebrow at both of you. She said, with a hint of tease in her seductive voice: “So protective. Afraid I’m going to chew her like a toy?”

Wanda frowned: “Believe it or not, Natasha. It’s more like the way around.”

From your spot, you saw Natasha let out a whistle – like she’s impressed. She stood up straight, letting her arms fell on her sides as she approached you two with ease. She didn’t seem to be afraid. You wondered what this woman was thinking, facing Wanda, who possessed immeasurable power, and not showed a sign of fear. She’s either very sure of herself, or she’s stupid.

A part of your mind whispered to you, his voice low and deep: ‘She’s far from stupid.’

You rolled your eyes at the voice, mumbled under your breath sarcastically: “Thanks dude. So helpful of you.”

Apparently, you said it aloud. Wanda turned to look at you. That frown didn’t leave her face. “You were saying something?” She asked with caution. She eyed you carefully as you tried to shrug it off. Scratching your head, you gave her a meek smile: “It’s actually nothing…” You paused, grimaced as the voice started to cruelly nag you, again: ‘It’s only one day and you have already started lying to her. You will corrupt her, will break her, will sacrifice her to me in no time, child.’

“Are you okay, любимец (darling)?” The witch tapped lightly on your cheek. Her voice filled with worries. You didn’t know that she was being influenced by the intense magic that was radiating through your body. You didn’t know that her eyes were glowing, too. Wanda was agitated, but she couldn’t figure out what was causing it. Little did she know, it was because of you, and the magic inside you.

Both of you were too caught up in each other that you didn’t notice Natasha’s appearance. The Russian spy moved back quietly. She watched the camera in front of her intensely, like she was sending out a signal. She knew Tony was watching it. How the camera moved up and down your body hadn’t gone missing from Natasha’s watchful glance. Just a moment later, Natasha pressed into her earpiece as she heard Tony’s voice:

“Romanoff, she’s affecting witchy with something. You have to get witchy away from her. Quickly.”

“Well, that’s an easy task alright.” Natasha’s tone dripped with sarcasm.

“I don’t know how you’re going to it. Be careful. Our team’s new addition doesn’t seem to be the type that can control herself.” Tony warmed cautiously.

“You think?” – The spy scoffed.

“Less sarcasm, more working, Romanoff.”

If there was someone who wasn’t hesitant to tell Stark to bugger off, it’s Natasha Romanoff. Before he cut the line, Stark told Natasha about your condition. The rising heat in your body, the lack of consciousness and responses were disconcerting. Their technology hadn’t been able to decipher Wanda’s power, let alone yours. They got luck with Wanda, since her power was synchronized with their assessments. You, however, were untreaded territory. They had nothing on you. No data, no evidence.  

You were practically a ticking timebomb.

An extremely dangerous one at that.

The information didn’t help Natasha one bit. She didn’t know how to deal with one magical species, let alone two. That didn’t stop her from trying, though. The spy approached. She tried to get closer, but there was a force field stunning her on the edge. She saw a vague red and bright orange haze. It was warning her to back off. A step nearer could bring her to her knees with the weight of a thousand bricks. Natasha breathed heavily. Sweat broke out of her skin from the heat radiating from you and Wanda.

Something pricked at her hand when she reached out. It was painful. Just a small contact gave her a burn.

Natasha hissed in the intercom: “I can’t get to them!”

She heard Tony sigh in defeat, his voice laced with something that she wasn’t used to hearing, which were frustration and worry: “She won’t hurt Wanda. Let me just…” He stopped talking, but what was happening answered Natasha’s confusion: All the bullet-proof doors fell shut around them. Natasha herself was protected with a force field as well. Stark clearly had thought everything through when he fought for you to stay. He had planned everything, in his power and knowledge, to keep everyone safe.

Safe from you.

Tony Stark had assumed that you and Wanda possessed the same type of power. He created a protection protocol for the both of you. However, he hadn’t a clue whether sharing the same magic core with Wanda was all about you, or not. He just had to cross his fingers and hoped that it was enough to contain whatever you were going to let out.

The responsibility fell back to Wanda, who was entranced with whatever was whispering to you. As Wanda touched you, she heard it, too. However, she didn’t have the same conversation with it, as it seemed.

Wanda didn’t see you anymore.

All she saw was red.

‘Wanda Maximoff.’ A deep voice hissed in her head. She kneeled down, clutching her head to subdue the throbbing pain but it didn’t cease. If anything, it only intensified further. ‘Child.’ The voice called to her. Wanda tried to resist it, but she just couldn’t. It resonated from the depth of her soul. It felt so familiar like it was a part of her being that was hidden so deep in a dark place, and now it was let loose.

Wanda’s biggest weakness was her mind.

That was a territory she had never wanted to look into. That was where every painful memory of her resided. It only caused her pain. And as she was thinking about her pain, her past, she felt the presence in her head get stronger and stronger. It fed on her miseries and attacked her in the most vulnerable spot. She was unable to control herself anymore. She was defenseless, helpless.

However, even when she was drowned in fear, she still thought silently: Where were you? Were you okay? Were you going through the same thing as her?

‘What a shame.’ The voice picked up. ‘She led me to you. But you are still… not a ripped fruit to pick.’ It drilled in her brain with that condescending tone, making her whimper. ‘The time will come, and you will serve under me, my child. You are destined to be mine!’ A tear pricked her eyes as the pain got to an unbearable level. She didn’t understand a word the voice trying to growl, but she knew it had something to do with her, and it wasn’t anything good.

Her strength got weakened every second she spent in this … realm. It sucked her dry and left her breathless, but Wanda didn’t know how to get out of this. She wasn’t the creator of this one, you were. It depended on you, not her. Even when no one taught her, you had told her before, when you two went to the house in the wood. You told her something along the line: only the one that performs the magic can stop the magic. The only alternative was when the one who wanted to break it was stronger than the caster.

She was held captive in her own mind, reliving all those horrible scenes of the bombing, the explosion, the death of her parents, her mistakes when she sided with Ultron. She had to suffer from the false visions as well. She saw Pietro died. She saw him died alone, got shot a hundred of times and dropped down in a pool of blood that was his own. Reality weaved into Illusion.

Wanda felt like she was slowly going insane.

But the torment got cut off so suddenly, like it was squeezed the air out of. Wanda lifted her head up and she was face to face with you, who stood over her fragile body, who was choking a hold on a cloud of black and red smoke.

She heard your voice, now loud and clear, batting every negative thought out of her head with force. The more strength you applied, the more the influence weakened on her. She saw you absorbed the red smoke through your skin. You growled:

‘Like. Hell. She. Is!’

You were furious. Everything about screamed danger. You were a walking sign of red power in front of her and yet she felt safe. She knew with her whole heart and soul that you weren’t going to hurt her. You didn’t look at her once, but she didn’t have to take a look to see your eyes were a mesmerizing shade of red. She had never felt so close to you as at that moment. You were a force of nature.

You were everything she saw.

You sneered with venom. Your body also glowed with bright orange veins running. Your hair flew behind your back like a cloud. You were like a goddess, and she would never forget that scene.

‘I slacked on you for a second and you THINK you can take away what is MINE!?’ Your voice thundered, echoed around the white, infinite space around the two of you. ‘IF! You think you can take her from ME? You are delusional, Chthon.’

Everything around you were falling apart. Heat rising as a pair of flaming wings exploded from your body. The red cloud let out an agonizing scream and the world faded from Wanda Maximoff’s eyes.

Not only Wanda, everybody, including Natasha and every SHIELD agent from a mile radius was rendered unconscious.

It was the same time you came to your senses and caught Wanda right at the moment her hand slipped from your shoulder and her body dropped. You shakily held Wanda in your arms as you eyed an unconscious Natasha Romanoff laying on the floor. It was a miracle that she didn’t have any cuts, or any visible wounds, considering the broken glasses and denting walls around the three of you.

You froze in your spot, unable to do anything but hold Wanda tighter. She was the living proof of how dangerous you were. It was a wonder that she was still alive. You knew how terrible it was when Dark magic took hold of a mind. You knew what Wanda had been through and it would only intensify her grief further. Wanda’s pain was a feast for Chthon to dwell in. You couldn’t bring yourself to think of what if you didn’t get there in time. You feared the outcome of that scenario so much that you almost pushed her far away from your toxic body.

However, what brought you back to reality was Tony’s voice through the intercom. Apparently, he was watching all the while.

“Could have been worse. Glad you came to your senses.” You glared at the camera in disdain. Tony knew you were dangerous. He should have protected Natasha. He should have told her to run. He was testing you. Even when you were trapped inside your head, you heard his conversation with the Russian Spy. He couldn’t be more wrong about you. It’s true, you wouldn’t hurt Wanda, or any of them intentionally. However, you were not in your right mind. What if things got worse? What if you blasted every single one of them to pieces and dust? Whose responsibility would that be?

“You couldn’t be more wrong about me, Tony Stark.” You spatted. Your body was shaking from the terror of what would have happened. You feared for other’s safety. It shook you to the core that Wanda was with you at that moment. You looked down at her and saw her peacefully asleep. What if she wasn’t here when you woke up? What if what was left of her was just a pile of battered flesh?

The thought made you stop in trace. You wanted to put her down, but it was the same situation with Pietro. You couldn’t. She was burning in your arms, and you were unable to escape. The point was: You didn’t seem to want to.

“I beg to differ. People are on their way to take Maximoff and Romanoff to check on them. You should rest your eyes.” The monotone of Stark reminded you of your head doctor at HYDRA. You didn’t like what he was saying, either. What was this? A test on your sense of control? You snapped at him: “I don’t bloody need a nap!”

“Of course, you don’t.” You could practically feel it, his eyes rolling. “But Witchy and Romanoff do. Why don’t you kindly do as I say?”

And it was the first time you saw Vision.

It spooked you out of your skin to see a red synthezoid floating through the wall. It… no, he wore a cape. A ridiculous cape that you only saw in superheroes movies. On his head was a yellow stone. You immediately recognized that kind of power. It flowed in Wanda’s veins.

“Meet Vision. The original Ultron.” Stark’s voice resonated through the hallway.

You noticed. The robot had feelings. His features didn’t change, but there was something about him that indicated that he was worried about the state of Wanda. Specifically Wanda, not Natasha. You frowned at that. Your hands clutched around Wanda tighter. You didn’t trust machines. That’s what you had gathered from your days in HYDRA facility. The machines were bad.

Stark seemed to notice the way your shoulders dropped. He told you that Vision was not the enemy. He was trying to help. His words flew out of your head. You sought for Vision’s mind anyway. You didn’t feel a little bit sorry when you got into his head. He was a robot; he could deal with it.

It surprised you that there wasn’t any resistance. He was synchronized with your ability. You read his past, from the day he was born, which was not long ago before the event in Sokovia. You saw the vision of him saving Wanda, caught her mid-air and shielded her from the other bots. You also saw him helping the Avengers. He indeed wasn’t the enemy here. But a part in you still refused to give Wanda to him. You eyed him with disdain as he picked up Natasha Romanoff and reached out before you.

“Miss Y/L/N, I’m here to take miss Maximoff to Doctor Bruce Banner.”

He had that same monotone of a robot. What did you expect? That he could somehow had the voice similar to a real man? You took a step back in defense as he seemed to scan you. You knew that action quite well. It seemed more like sizing up an opponent, or a test specimen.

“I mean no harm, miss Y/L/N. Miss Maximoff needed to go to the check-up. Mister Stark’s order.”

You still didn’t move. As if sensing your defiant, Tony told you: “The blast was quite something, kid. We will take care of her. She will be back at it before you know it.” You sighed deeply. Looking down at Wanda, and around you, all you saw was destruction. You reluctantly handed her over, watching as Vision carried both women down the stairway. You felt helpless.

The thought of you being a terrible monster resurfaced with vengeance. You wished to escape to somewhere without prying eyes. You rushed to your compartment and slammed the door shut. Curled up into a fetal position, it took you a full fifteen minutes to gather yourself. You let your body slayed out on the bed, letting it sink into the mattress as you stared blankly into the ceiling.

Chthon said Wanda was destined to be his, that you were the one that let him to her. You didn’t want to believe it. Chthon was nothing but a lying bitch in your point of view. You had been dealing with him ever since you knew how to form a clear thought. He whispered many terrible things in your head. However, it didn’t take you long to shut him up. There was something in you that could restrict him and force him under your control. Things just got worse when you accidentally killed your parents.

After that, your life had been a living hell. Every night of your sleep was plagued with his presence and those horrendous actions of yours. You let him haunt your dreams, your mind, and your thoughts. He feasted on your life force to survive. Your power was linked to him. You thought you were the unlucky chosen one, but now? Now that he revealed his true intention was Wanda all along. Was it safe for you to be near her?

Could you control yourself from not hurting her?

You knew you couldn’t.

You could control him now. But what if Chthon found a way and haunted Wanda instead? You knew she wasn’t ready for him. He said it himself. It wasn’t her time. But how long until it became her time? How long could you suppress him under your control when the vial of his magic was so close to you?

This was unimaginably dangerous.

You swallowed hard. Your hands started to tremble. A bad habit that you picked up out of nowhere when you were under extreme stress. Wanda helped. You noticed that. Whenever she took your hands, or touched you, the tremble subsided. No matter how much you wanted to deny it, you needed her. More than that, you couldn’t deny that you wanted to be close to her. But if your closeness only brought her to her inevitable demise, you were willing to choose to stay away.

The light slowly died down as the sun set. You watched from your window as the city of New York was bursting with life. How easy it was for you to destroy it.

You were tempted to fly through the window and went as far away as possible.

But as fate had destined, you were not to leave.

There was a knock on your door. You frowned at that. You were not ready for any visitor today. However, it was insistent. With irritation flooded your blood, you marched to the door and yanked it open with force, showing a stunned Pietro Maximoff outside.

You snapped at him: “What!?”

The man had a decency to lower his eyes and shrugged. “Nothing. Just want to check on you, that’s all.”

You scoffed at that: “Clearly, I’m fine. I’m not the one who got blasted. You should be with your sister, not me.”

He grimaced. Something in his eyes indicated that he was angry at your response, but he swallowed it down faster than you thought he was capable of. “Actually, it was Wanda who asked me to be here. She is still in bed rest. Banner’s order. But she’s worried about you.” He said. His posture showed just how uncomfortable he was. “Furthermore, I haven’t had a chance to say a proper thank you for saving my life.” He gave you a smile. It was forced. You didn’t have to read his mind to know that he was cross with you for hurting his sister. You were mad at yourself, too.

You knew he was trying, so you sighed in defeat and opened the door further. Turning around in an exaggerated fashion, you said to him: “As you can see, I’m fine. You can tell her that I’m fine.”

Pietro lingered a second near the door. His face shifted from uncomfortable to a contorted scowl as he examined your face. You leaned your head in a form of questioning. He slowly began: “Unless you are not.” It made your grip on the doorknob tensed to the point that you might need a new one if you decided to stay here a while. You challenged him: “What are you on about, speedy boy?”

He narrowed his eyes, clearly got used to your sharp little tongue: “You reacted the same way as my sister when she wants to run away.” He concluded. A hint of frustration crept up in his tone: “Are you planning on leaving her after rendering her to a veg?” He squared his stance and glared at you, didn’t give you time to deny the accusation. “I do hope not. She wants to see you.”

You gritted your teeth in annoyance. His persistent desire to push you off the rail between sanity and madness was irritating. But you couldn’t form a word to retort. It was like he knew your next move. It’s like he read your mind. Then realization dawned on you. You felt her presence linger on the edge of your brain. You felt her exhaustion and hurt as you thought about leaving. You felt her pushing your barrier to enter your head. You grimaced. Shutting the door at Pietro’s face, you stumbled back to your bed.

Sitting on the edge, masking all the horror that was running through your mind, you opened the barrier for Wanda. In an instant, what she was feeling amplified ten times stronger than when before.

You heard her voice: “Please tell me that you’re not thinking of anything stupid!”

You shook your head, forgot that she couldn’t see you. You licked your lips and replied: “No… Well… No, I am not.” You paused as she scoffed at you, making you sigh. She was so talented for her own good. You decided. She, like her brother, beat your to the punch and snatched your denial out of your lips: “I hope you are not! It’s terrible to leave a girl alone when she’s unconscious!” Her voice shifted from serious to teasing.

You thought back to the scene with Vision. An uncomfortable feeling spread through your body. You struggled to form an answer without sounding bitter: “I don’t now about that. Your friend insisted that you needed to go with him.”

You said it aloud. She still heard you. Her voice filled with wonder: “Who? Oh, Vis?”

‘Vis’! You crinkled your nose at the nickname. That sounded chummy.

“He saved me in Sokovia.” She mentioned. As if you didn’t see that yourself. The synthezoid was so proud of that that it was the first thing you saw from his head. You grimaced at the sound of your own thought. It was bitter and it was something else, too. You couldn’t decipher what the emotion was. Apparently, Wanda could. She snickered in your head, making you wince in embarrassment.

“Are you jealous? Of Vis?” You immediately jumped from your spot like your arses were on fire. “NO!”

Your denial only made the witch’s giggle turned into a full-blown laugh. She said to you with a soothing voice: “Now, now, detka. There’s nothing to be jealous of.”

You swallowed hard and gapped at her words. A flush crept up on your neck at her term of endearment. And her accent! God… Her accent! You whimpered a little at that, feeling the warmth running in your veins as you felt her through the connection. Wanda didn’t seem to be angry. She didn’t get mad at your for hurting her. She didn’t even think about Chthon and his bullshit. She only focused on you. A sadistic part of you took joy at that.

You didn’t notice that your chest was fluttering. You blamed it on the shock she caused you when you called you ‘detka’.

Clearing your throat, you murmured softly: “I know… I just didn’t like the fact that I hurt you…”

At that, there was a feathering brush on the edge of your mind. It oddly resembled her touch on your neck. An act she seemed to like to do to you. You instantly felt calmer.

“It’s okay. I’m fine. You were protecting me. I saw it.” She pondered for a second and added: “You were beautiful…”

You looked down at your hands, and then at the mirror. You didn’t understand how she could say that. You? Beautiful? What was beautiful about a monster? A beast?

“Stop wallowing.” Another physical reaction joined your body. You could feel her force flickering on your forehead. Not enough to cause you pain, but enough for you to snap out of whatever you were thinking of and pull your attention toward her again. “Come see me?” She asked with a shy tone.

You looked down at yourself, remembering that she told you smelt like dirt. You frowned. “Okay, take a shower first, then come see me?” She noticed your hesitation and laughed at your thought of smell. She clearly had fun teasing you. You rolled your eyes. Talking to her made all the tension and negative thoughts leave your body. You walked to the closet and told her playfully: “Okay, Maximoff. But I need you to get out of my head first. No peaking when I’m in the shower!”

You received a beautiful grin as she appeared in your head. She was healthy and well. On her face was a happy look. She walked toward you and pulled you closer to her by the collar of your shirt. You held your breath. She was beautiful. You thought to yourself. But she was in your head, of course she heard.

“I won’t peak.” She solemnly swore with a hint of mischievous glinting in her green eyes. “But do mind yourself to not take so long. I will come check.”

You breathed out a laugh; “You’re such a pervert, Wanda Maximoff.”

And she didn’t say anything but pulled you in closer for a hug. She muttered: “I’m just holding on to you. That’s all.” Her tone was void of any jokes. You knew she heard that you were trying to run. You sighed:

“I know that… Wanda… I know.”

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Chaos and Order (A perfect balance) - Wanda Maximoff x reader [Part 2 - Meet & Greet]

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“Nothing yet, but hopefully soon.” The door slitted open as a handsome man with cocky attitude walked in. You realized it was Anthony Stark. You didn’t keep up with the superheroes, but you sure knew about rich people. You were one of them, or to be exact, your parents were. It wasn’t a secret that your father and mother were famously known with their weaponry empire in the United Kingdom. Their fames branched out and brought many famous people to come to your doorstep. This man was no exception. He was indeed your parents’ good acquaintance. Stark industry was very famous for its profit and politics, after all. This was nothing hidden.

Also, your remarkable memory told you that you’ve met this man before.

Funny, how life led your paths to cross again after all these years.

You didn’t have to read his mind to know he’s cocky and very, very arrogant. His self-centered façade could easily rival yours if you could say so. It radiated from him. It was his whole energy when one came across him the first time. And it suited him. A well-respected man had a right to wear his crown proudly.

You felt a surge of familiarity from him. However, what took you aback was the pure disgust Wanda was directing at the man. You casted her a look, confused. She just shook her head, refused to say anything in front of him. Oh, if the look could kill, Anthony Stark would be daggered a thousand times by Wanda’s smoky eyes. Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, Stark didn’t even care. He strode to you, eyeing you up and down. He narrowed his eyes.

“Okay, Friday, you got her size?” You frowned, didn’t understand to whom he was talking to. Your confusion was cleared when a voice – an android-ish voice, replied politely: “Of course, Mr. Stark. New clothes are on their way. A compartment is ready, and the contract is right here, in case you need it.”

Stark hummed. Clearly pleased with the answers. He shifted his attention back to you, who cocked an eyebrow at him, quizzically. The billionaire raised his chin, looked down at you and then Wanda. If he had any questions to why Wanda was in such close proximity to you, he didn’t ask. Wanda’s thought drifted to you: ‘He is too self-centred that he literally can’t see pass his nose.’

It made you snickered. And it made Stark narrowed his eyes once again.

“While I’m ecstatic to sign two psychics to this team, I can’t say being the source of your funsie mental convo is my thing.” And again, Wanda rolled her eyes. Everything Stark said seemed to get to her nerves. You knew he noticed her behaviours toward him, he just ignored it completely. This man and his nerves. You wondered if he knew what Wanda could do to him if he annoyed her further.

You were about to be a good person and warned him, but he beat you to it and exclaimed aloud with a happy smirk: “Guess who won in the fight for you to stay!?”

You didn’t have to guess. Obviously, the ridiculously righteous man wasn’t here to stop Stark. It meant Stark had already won. You smiled to yourself. Wanda was right. In the battle for a bigger prick, Anthony could easily win over a man in American flag. Also, if you knew anything about CEO and billionaires, they had that weird ability to manipulate everything the way they wanted it to be.

Hell, Stark was no different.

Wanda could hear your thoughts, for she hid her face on your shoulder and laughed. Your hand unconsciously drifted up to hold her there. You watched as Stark’s eyes twitched with a hint of amusement, but he quickly masked it with enthusiasm. If you were just an innocent young adult, you would’ve missed it, but you were trained under HYDRA’s watchful eyes, you knew how to decipher human’s emotions, even when they hid it well. You wondered what was so funny, but you chose not to ask.

“Let me guess, you?” You replied to him, lamely. However, he didn’t look offended. Instead, a glimmer of proud sparked up on his features. He didn’t bother to hide it this time. He grinned: “Obviously.” A smugness could be spotted in his tone. You didn’t dislike it, but Wanda clearly did. Her nose scrunched up. You could feel it on your bare skin. You caressed her hair and Wanda naturally nuzzled your side. Affection crawled all the way to your neck as you flushed slightly. You willed yourself to not let it show but everybody in this room was so observative.

Stark rolled his eyes at you and Wanda. He personally didn’t know why you and Wanda acting so chummy, but he decided to cast it aside, like he did with everything else in his life. You were quite thankful for that. You watched as he pulled out some papers and placed it in front of you, with a simple pen on the side.

“Welcome to The Avengers, kid.”

Your eyes met his with a challenging look. You told him, without backing down from his stare: “What makes you think I want this?”

Stark didn’t faze: “I’ll tell you the same thing I told your witch over here. It’s either this or arrested by the military. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather live as an Avengers than as a prisoner for the government. The choice is yours.”

You tensed up. Your eyes flared with the colour that mixed with red and orange. Bright veins crawled up your face as you felt the murderous rage blazing in your chest. You did nothing. Nothing! Who did these people think they were to even consider arresting you? At that moment, you realized, American government was just as greedy and cruel as HYDRA. They wanted an excuse to have you, to poke at you, to turn you into their war machine.

At that moment, you had an urge to fly out of this building and marched into that damn ridiculous big white house to teach them a bloody lesson. It was boiling in your chest. However, Wanda’s hand crept up to your side, tugged at your hand to draw your attention back to her. Your eyes left the file to look down at her. She rested her chin on your shoulder and shook her head. Her thoughts infiltrated your mind, telling you to calm down.

Her touches and her adorable eyes made you sighed. The power dissipated from your body. You slummed back to the glass wall, glaring at the file with disdain. The silence was awkward, until Stark spoke up again, this time minus the cocky, carefree attitude:

“Look, kiddo, this is the best I can do. Cap wanted you gone. It’s only me and that squeaky speedster over there fought for this. Well, he wasn’t much of a help, presumed ex-terrorist and all. But this is the best I can do. Also, our team could really use some assist with your abilities.”

Stark clearly wasn’t very good with these kinds of situation. You knew he was trying, and he wasn’t the enemy, either. But you were not ready for a team. Hell, you were not even used to a life with people around. Just yesterday, you thought it was your last day. Who knew trying to be the saviour could bring you such troubles? You grimaced at the conditions in these files. Discomfort was visible on your face.

You thought of running. You thought of how easy it was to just blast everything out of your way and go back to the old way of living. But looking at Wanda… Feeling Wanda’s warmth radiating around you, caressing your wounded heart with her tentative touches, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t leave her if you tried.

So, with a heavy heart, you signed the papers. You signed, knowing you’re giving your freedom away. You signed, understanding that tomorrow, you would have to play the role of a hero while knowing full well that you’re not remotely close to be one. You signed, knowing you were placing millions of innocent lives at risk as you presumably chasing the ‘bad guys’ with your unstable mind.

You knew you were going to regret it later.

But what choice did you have but to sign?

What choice did you have when you could feel Tony’s hope rising and falling in his chest even when he tried his best to show that he didn’t care. What choice did you have when Wanda had asked you to stay? You promised her to stay. You never broke your promise. Never.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, kid.” Stark, no, Tony told you. His voice was sincere. He collected the paperwork from your free hand and sighed deeply for the first time, letting his confident dropped as he stole a quick glance at Wanda, who still had her back turning toward him. A flicker of guilt tainted his brown irises, but he didn’t let it show longer than a second. “Now, Pack up your things. Witchy here can show you your room since it’s right in front of hers.” A sense of humour laced in his tone. “Feel free to thank me later.”

He threw a wink and a shrug before exiting the room, leaving you and Wanda alone once more.

You took a deep breath and saw that Wanda still hadn’t moved an inch from her position on your front. You couldn’t help but teasing her a little: “Getting comfy there, witchy?” She snapped her head back, almost headbutt you in the process and glared at you: “10 minutes with Stark and you have already become unbearable!” She sneered without any true malice. You just mimicked Tony’s shrug and grinned down at her, who now you realized was a good few inches shorter than you.

“So, what can I call you? Miss…?

You leaned your head innocently. She rolled her eyes. “Now wouldn’t you like to know.”

A mischievous smile appeared on your lips: “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I’ll just call you by my name. How does that sound?”

You could never get tired of the way her cheeks turned rosy at your words. Pride surged up in your chest and fluttered all over your ribcages as you felt her fingers fiddled with the blanket that draped over your hip. She grunted to mask her embarrassment: “Oh my God you are such a terrible flirt!”. “Maximoff.” The words got muffled as she mumbled in your skin. You heard, but you couldn’t resist the urge to make her flush more.

“What did you say?” You asked with a faux pure tone. She was annoyed now, but her eyes told a different story when she lifted her head to look at you. She offered her hand in front of you, which you stared at with real confusion this time. She husked: “Hello, my name is Wanda Maximoff. Nice to meet you. If you keep doing this, I will throw you out of the window, for real.”

You breathed out a laugh at her little game and took her hand in yours. Holding it firmly but tenderly, you lifted it up and kissed her hand slowly and deliberately: “Hello, miss Maximoff. The pleasure is all mine.” Your voice dropped an octave to a low and a little seductive, making Wanda shivered slightly. You didn’t notice though. You just wanted to see her smile with her adorable but defiance eyes. “Please spare my life, though. I have made a promise with a pretty witch that I won’t die until she allows me to do so.”

To hide how affected she was with your ridiculous action, Wanda snatched her hand away and slapped you on the side, good naturedly. “You are being ridiculous.” She deadpanned. You shrugged: “You like it.”

She scrunched her nose again: “I did not!” She whacked your side again to wipe the infuriating grin off your lips, but it resulted in a pained groan coming from your mouth. She shot up away from you, eyes wide like saucers. She searched your body frantically, ripping away the blanket in the process. You let out a panic squeak, trying to hide your nakedness from her and every other prying eye that could be outside of this glass box – Pietro’s, to be exact.

She didn’t care, though. Her warm hands glided over your skin, and you closed your eyes, whimpered in embarrassment. You just couldn’t win this game with her.

“Are you hurt? I’m sorry!” She rushed. “God, I forgot you got hurt yesterday!” Her tone indicated that she was mad, not to you, but at herself. You grimaced with a sudden joint that shot up when her fingers pressed too deep in your raw skin. It was the spot where you got sliced by a god damn metal car door as you fell from the city. Wanda had made your pain go away yesterday, but the wound was still there. The coldness and wetness of blood trickling down your side made you frowned.

“Wanda… slow down, luv.” You tried to tell her, but she was too caught up in her own mission to hear you. “Wanda!” You called out, louder this time. She looked up with a guilty face. You reached up to soothe the crinkle that formed on her forehead before guiding her shaky hand to your wound, wordlessly. Your puppy eyes never left hers. She let you guide her, until her fingers touched your blood, and her gaze immediately left you to pay attention to the gapping, torn flesh on your side.

“Oh God…” She muttered. “Oh God…” Feeling her distress, you looked down to see the drape was covered in the redness of your inner body fluid. You sighed. You knew it would heal in no time, for your healing system worked the way you willed it to be. It’s just that you were suppressing your power since yesterday. But Wanda didn’t particularly agree with you. She snatched the blanket out of your grasp again and pressed it on the wound. Her movements were frantic. “Damn you! You should’ve told me!” She murmured angrily, more to herself than to you. You stiffed back a laugh at her antics. She’s so lovely when she’s worried.

“Wanda…” You tried to call her again.

This time, she heard you. She snapped back: “What!?”

You bit your lips and gestured at your cloth less body: “I’m… naked. Do you mind if I have the blanket back…?” She didn’t even look at you when she gave her snarky comeback: “You have your sport bra on! Quit being a baby!”

At that, you shut up, watched with a fondness in your eyes as Wanda waved at her brother, who was lingering like a neglected pet outside. She must have used telepathy again, for he ran so fast that he became a blur, out of the room without hesitation. You wondered where he took off to. However, your curiosity was answered a moment later, as Pietro returned with a very hazy man by his side. You heard the newcomer said under his breath: “Remind me to never travel with a speedster again.”

Pietro just pushed him into the glass box. The man, who was wearing glasses stumbled inside and greeted you wordlessly with a nod. You nodded back, unsure of who he was. Wanda sensed your sudden tense muscles and told you: “This is Doctor Bruce Banner. You might have seen him in Sokovia. He is the big, green one.”

You did indeed saw a hulking green person smashing robots on the floating city, but you still couldn’t put two to two. How come this man became that creature? You haven’t a bastard clue. But you accepted the fact much faster and just shrugged. You’re a monster with magic, he could transform into a cat, and you shouldn’t feel so surprised.

“Hello…” The man said with a small stutter. “Pietro said you need medical attention?” He adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and watched as Wanda took the blanket off your bleeding wound. He frowned. “That looks deep.” Concern coloured his voice. “How long has it been bleeding?”

Wanda replied to him: “Since yesterday. It doesn’t stop. What is going on?”

The man named Bruce got closer, he blinked: “You should take her to my lab. I need to look at this first. Do a full medical examination if we must.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes: “I’m sorry but I’m very politely declining your offer.” Your answer made Banner frowned. He glanced at the big chunk of missing flesh on your side and grimaced: “I have to say… it’s not up to you at this point. You signed the contract. We are responsible for your health condition.” He shifted in discomfort. “Tony informed me on his way out. He… well, in his words, tell me to ‘drag you to the lab if I must’. It’s a surprise that he actually cares, for once.” The last few words trailed to a mutter.

You sat up fully, letting the magic flooded your body as you did so. You had mastered your ability growing up. You didn’t need any guidance, considered there were voices in your head, combined with everyone else around you, telling you exactly how to horn this force with care. It also helped that you were an empath. Magic to you was natural. It’s a part of you, like an arm, or a leg. Unlike other magic-wielders who had to practice, you didn’t.

You slowly focused your magic to your wound, letting it flow through you and stitched you back. Doctor Banner and Wanda were watching you with keen eyes. They had never seen anything like that before. Not everyday that they could see someone using magic to heal. Cherry red threads weaving themselves with one another, as your hand movements directed, formed the flesh that filled the wound. You finished the process with gritted teeth, as your skin getting stretched with the stitching. After a beat, your body was brand new.

Banner blinked hard. He was fascinated by your doing. What unsettled him was the way your blood, the one that stained the blanket and drape, flew out of the materials, and float back into you. It was like nothing had happened. How it was possible, Bruce didn’t know, but he intended to find out.

“See? Good as new. Now, can I please have a moment for myself? The indecency is giving me trauma.” You gestured again at your naked body. Bruce Banner had decency to be ashamed and averted his eyes, while Wanda just shook her head at you before giving you another stern glare. You involuntarily pouted, knowing she was going to say something you didn’t like. But she always left no room for argument.

“Go to the lab first, then I will show you your room.” Wanda took your hand and gave a gentle tug. She was afraid that you were still hurt even though you were fine. Your look turned defiance at that. You shook your head no, hoping Wanda would drop it. However, she exclaimed in exaggeration: “It’s just a small check-up! You will be fine!”

You didn’t budge, though. Your expression became grumpy. It was the first time you acted your age ever since you got here. No matter how mature you were, no matter how much you had surpassed everyone of your age, you still had a small part in you. A small part that you only kept to yourself. You allowed yourself to be childish once in a while. This time, it accidently showed. You were mortified. But your mind told you: This reaction was caused because you trusted her, and you let yourself relax at that.

“I don’t wanna.” You shook your head again. It might come as a surprise to people, but you really were not a fan of labs in any kinds and sorts. Due to the fact that you had spent most of your teenage life in them, you despite them with a passion. You didn’t need another needle in your arm, or vital devices hooked on your chest.

You hated them. You’re fine. Everybody needed to stop insisting you. You thought Wanda would understand. But when you looked at her, seeing her crossing her arms, you knew she didn’t. Your gaze averted from her. You glared at everything and nothing but her and Banner. Your eyes accidentally met Pietro, who was waddling outside of the glass cell. He seemed to be taken aback. However, seeing the atmosphere inside, he raised an eyebrow and smirked at you.

You immediately regretted saving his life.

Your thought drifted to him, attacking his frail mind with a force, making him wince. ‘What are you on about, speedy boy?’ Pietro got spooked. He took a step back when he heard your voice sneering in his head. His gaze shifted to his sister, who was watching the interaction between him, and you like a hawk. Wanda shook her head at him. She was trying to tell him that she was too, unable of listening to what you were thinking. The older Maximoff focused back to you. You levelled him with a challenging look.

He decided to play your game and thought for you to hear: ‘chicken out? From a health check-up? Didn’t know you’re such a baby.’ On his face spotted an infuriating smirk. You knew he was edging you. He was trying to make you rise and take his bait. But you were not a stupid one, either. You taunted: ‘surely it helps you sleep at night when your arse got saved by a chicken!’

He narrowed his eyes. You thought you were winning. A victorious grin began to stretch in the corner of your lips. But it was before he snapped out of the rage and started doing something. Something that made Wanda giggled adorably and Banner slapped his hands on his face, mumbling: “Oh dear, children!”

He was imitating a bloody chicken!

‘Bawk bawk’

Your fingers twitched. Every fibre of your body was screaming at you to throw a ball of blast in his face. He was trying to help you. You knew that. It’s just… He’s getting to your very vulnerable nerves. Sometimes, your feelings got better of your reasonings. It was never a pretty scene. You were about to remind him how to behave by whooping his arse when a soft hand gripped yours. You snapped your head to your right and saw a pouting Wanda.

The image sent your head into overdrive, and you gaped at her. Your sensitive mind could hear her snicker in her head. Oh, this woman knew just how much effect she had on you. She’s dangerous! But you couldn’t deny how lovely she was when she was pouting. Her green orbs twinkled under the sunlight, and you felt like you were forgetting how to breathe.

She noticed and smirked: “Breathe, detka.”

It broke the trance. You scoffed: “I’m sure what you’re doing helps, love.” The affectionate nickname spewed out of your mouth like venom, but she only took joy in that. It didn’t dampen her happiness one bit. Instead, she rolled her eyes fondly: “No killing my annoying brother. Also, stop being annoying and go to Bruce’s office.” She sensed your hesitation and added: “I promise it will be over in a minute. No needles involved.”

The relief that rolled out of your body made Wanda visibly happy. She knew that you didn’t like being poked at. She was the same. You two shared a very traumatic experience in HYDRA facility. She understood that you didn’t want to relive that moment of your life another time. However, it was necessary for you to do the check-up. She was still worried about your wounds, even when she saw you mended it all by yourself. Better be safe than sorry, she thought.

You still seemed a little bit reluctant. She soothed your arm with a glide of palm. You closed your eyes, dwelling in her warmth on your skin. “I will be there with you, all the way.” She murmured in your forehead before leaving on it a fleeting kiss. You deflated. Your hand dropped on the mattress, and she took it as a win. She pulled you up, not forgetting to cover your body with a blanket. You huffed out, pretended like you’re mad at her. She just smiled knowingly and pushed you lightly on the shoulder, nudging you to the exit.

Your walk to Banner’s office was short, accompanied by the Maximoff twins and a very quiet Bruce Banner. You took him as a shy type. Still, what shy person turned into a green boulder with anger issue? You haven’t a god damn clue.

And true to Wanda’s word, the check-up was quick. Banner scanned you with his advance, high-tech machine. Must be one of Stark’s, you thought to yourself. Your vitals and everything about you showed on the screen. Banner was surprised to see your body scan came out red. It was the heat from the force nested in your body. Not Chaos magic, no. It was something else. You hadn’t known about it yet. But it was something bigger, something weird, something that was all-consuming and kept threatening to overtake your body.

You didn’t mind. You had made peace with it a long time ago. It listened to you. If Chaos magic was your left hand, then it’s the right one. Both of them didn’t try to scream in your head anymore, not after you told an iron grip on them and forced them into submission.

Soon after that, Wanda showed you to your room, which was right in front of her own. Tony wasn’t kidding. He did set you and her up. You grumbled. Not liking the fact that he was playing around, but a part of you still woofed with joy, knowing that you had a familiar face to stay close to.

Wanda was happy. You loved seeing her happy. It also made you wonder: What if you failed to save her brother? What if you let Pietro got blasted into a honeycomb by the gatling gun? Would she still be who she was right now? Your guess was no. At that moment, when she was guiding you to your newly acquired wardrobe, you saw a vision flashed through your eyes. A vision where you weren’t there, and there was Pietro Maximoff, running at his maximum speed, trying to save a man with a bow. You saw him died. You saw the bow guy carried his cold corpse to the aircraft. And you saw Wanda breaking down.

The vision died down and you looked down at your shaking hands. You were petrified by that scene. You didn’t recon that Wanda was also looking at you with concern. It took you a moment to comprehend that she was curling her hand on yours, slowly helped you closed your fist. It helped. She helped. The contact made you sighed. You looked at her. Words on the tip of your tongue, desperately wanted to be let out. You swallowed it, not wanting to sadden her.

You forced out a smile when she took out a set of clothes and gave it to you. You realized they were black. You liked black. Tony must have read your files and saw your style. You appreciated it. Giving Wanda one more reassuring smile, you left her to change clothes. The fabrics felt expensive on your skin. Stark did have a shit load of money. He always opted for the finest.

You quickly changed and met with Wanda. She was lounging on your bed. Her clothes were the same with what she wore in the battlefield. You blushed when your eyes fell on the red bra that was peeking out of her black top. She was wearing a red jacket. You swooned a little, thought to yourself that red was definitely her colour.

You must have stared for a bit too long, for she smirked at you: “My eyes are up here, detka.”

Fuck! You scolded yourself and cleared your throat loudly. It only widened her smile more. Who knew Wanda Maximoff was such a flirt! “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You fidgeted with the sleeve of your jumper, unable to look at her. You missed the mischievous glint in her eyes as she got out of bed and stood in front of you. You let out a gasp. Your instinct was telling you to back the hell off. But you were rooted at your spot, mouth agape as she smoothed the collar of your undershirt with her delicate fingers.

You gulped. This was… uhm… how could you put this?

She leaned back a little to look up at you with a teasing smile: “You were saying?”

You swore! Your misery was this woman’s joy! She was having too much fun!

At that, you blinked a few times to regain a fraction of control over your body and looked down, avoiding the eye-contact in such close proximity: “Don’t you have better things to do rather than babysit me?”

Wanda huffed in amusement: “No, I think I’m right where I am supposed to be.”

You panicked, tried to come up with something else: “Well… Well! Clothes changing!” You couldn’t form a full sentence anymore, not when she was leaning into your personal space and just played with your sleeve like it was her second nature. Wanda wasn’t an affectionate woman; you saw from her past. She wasn’t! Why was she acting like this…?

Little did you know that Wanda was indeed a woman of distrust. She didn’t like human contact if the person wasn’t someone she cared about. But to you, Wanda couldn’t get enough of you. She loved eliciting small reactions from you. She loved being close to you. Her behaviours were partial involuntary. She couldn’t control herself and just let herself gravitating to you. She knew you loved it, too. So, she didn’t feel like stopping.

At your blatant struggle, Wanda let out a small laugh. She then stepped back a little and pat your cheek affectionately. You sighed contently when her skin met yours. She said: “I do need comfier clothes. This is Nat’s jacket. I need to give it back to her.”

Nat? You frowned. Who was Nat? Why did she say that name with such voice?

Wanda, being a mind-reader herself, scoffed at you with a teasing tone: “Natasha. You will meet her soon. We have a meeting to attend, after all.”

You frowned. You didn’t want to go to a meeting. What good of you there? Meeting about what? A million questions popped up in your head. Wanda sensed it and let her hand drifted on your neck, holding you gently. She stared into your eyes. Fascinatingly, you saw a hint of red underneath the hazel green. Chaos magic. It’s lovely, it’s astonishing. You were drawn to her eyes, and nothing seemed to matter at that moment.

She leaned to press her forehead on yours. You noticed, she had to tip-toed to reach your height. It only brought another surge of warmth in your heart. You tilted down. Your hands found their ways to her hips, and she sighed contently. This was something intimate, you had gathered. However, it came so naturally that none of you questioned it. You waited for her to say something. She eventually did:

“It’s just a mission recap, and to introduce you to the team. I bet Steve will have a blast.” She rolled her eyes as his name rolled off her tongue. You wondered, who’s this ‘Steve’. But you guessed you would find out soon. “Don’t worry, I will be there. Piet will be there. And Tony.” She wrinkled her nose. You found it adorable. “Tony will be there, too. So, you won’t feel lonely.”

She giggled. You just threw your head back and she let out an indignant squeal. You rested your chin on her forehead as if to tease her about her height and breathed out dramatically: “Fine, if you insisttttt.”

“Oh yes, I insist. Now, wait. I have to change. Can’t let you get distracted looking at my bra when Steve was lecturing.”

You stumbled back when she playfully pushed you away. You threw your hands up in disbelief: “I. didn’t. look. at. your. Bra! Take it back, Maximoff!”

She walked away, swaying her hips as she did so. She turned her head to let you see her smug smile: “Keep telling yourself that, draga mea’

You gawked at her. The last thought in your head when she slammed the door at you was: ‘Fucking hell… her accent!’ as your heart thundering in your chest.

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It took Wanda a good fifteen minutes to get ready. You belatedly realized that she had taken a shower. You nervously sniffed yourself, feared that you stink. But Wanda just laughed at you and told you: “You’re fine.” Her nose got close to your ears, and she faked a whiff: “Nothing but a little dirt.” And you grumbled all the way as she led you to the conference room.

Set your foot in, you noticed there were more people than you had imagined. Aside from Tony Stark and the doctor, Bruce Banner, there was Pietro, who sat like he owned the damn building. You also recognized the bow guy, sitting next to the red-head, gorgeous Russian. They were talking quietly, huddled together like they were old friends. Maybe they were. You thought. On the other side of the table, at the head, was a blonde man. He looked jacked, like a jock. He always had that stern look, like he’s going to war. He must be the American Captain guy.

No wonder he and Tony didn’t agree with each other. They were completely different kind of person. As Tony Stark was practically lying on his chair and eating blueberries, the blonde man seemed stoic, like a rock.

You also recognized another blonde man, the one who captured Wanda and flew away with thunder. His features were beautiful, godly, even. But he seemed so goofy. You decided that you liked him. And on his left side was a bronze guy. He’s a pretty specimen to look at, minus the cocky grin. He looked oddly like a bird to you. You wondered, was this man’s superpower was to turn into birds? And close to Tony was a man, who seemed to be in his forties, reading a file that suspiciously similar to your contract. You frowned. You didn’t like those who were curious.

That seemed about it. Wanda urged you with a nudge, and you fully stepped in, drawing the attention of the whole team. They looked at you with different opinions sparking in their eyes. You were used to that. You picked a chair, which was the closest to Wanda and Pietro, and sat down without saying anything.

Of course, Tony was the one who broke the ice and stood up, brushing his blueberries-stained fingers on his trousers as he gestured toward you and the twins: “As you all may know, our team has some new faces!”

The stoic man next to Tony gave him a disapproving glare. But Tony was not Tony Stark if he cared. He completely ignored the man and introduced: “We all know about the wonder twins. Wanda and Pietro. Glad that you came to your senses and fuck Ultron up instead of us.” You noticed, not only Wanda, but also Pietro, rolled their eyes. At that moment, they did look so much like twins.

“But the other gem is this one.” Tony paid no mind to the twins’ reactions. He pointed at you with a blueberry on his hand. “This one, who saved our ass in Sokovia. Miss Y./N Y/L/N.”

You grimaced as he said your full name. You didn’t like it. For a long time, your only memory about your name being called like that was from your parents. It sparked an uncomfortable feeling in you. Wanda seemed to get that you’re in distress, she took your hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze.

You breathed in and nodded at their hellos. You didn’t say anything further. They must have known everything about you by now. No need for further self-introduce.

“Y/N, this is the Avengers. Welcome to the team.” Tony spread out his arms. His tone was laced with pride. He always acted like he didn’t care, but he truly did. He considered them his comrades, his teammates, and something more. You saw it in his eyes, but you couldn’t decipher it until he spoke again: “Welcome to the family.”

You didn’t understand why his words brought tears in your eyes, but you cleared your throat and murmured: “Okay.” You collected yourself and said it louder this time: “Okay.”

And Tony smiled. He really smiled. He looked so proud, like he was doing something right. You returned his, with a trust you didn’t know you were still capable. At that moment, he looked so much like your father, and you trusted him. You trusted his words, that he’s trying his best.

After that warm welcome, you sat there and listened to them talking about the event in Sokovia. Well, you couldn’t say much. You settled there for quite a time, after destroying HYDRA facility. You liked it there, for a minute, that was. Considering you were swallowed by your self-hate at that time to even notice anything else rather than the four walls of your small apartment.

When being asked, you told them what you did. Which was not much. You sat on the rooftop of the building when the city started to float. You said you didn’t really care. When you saw Stark flew out of the city in urgency, your special eyes saw through the earth and concrete. You caught the sight of him trying to get out of the engine and decided to pull him out. It was an irrational decision at best. When you dropped him off, you were on the edge of the city, sight-seeing.

You conveniently left out the part when you were about to jump off.

Then you saw aircrafts. You heard a kid cried. You saw two men running to save the kid. Men who now you knew were Pietro Maximoff and Clint Barton. However, at the same time, you felt the rush of bullets behind you. Your magic acted out just in time to yank Pietro away and shielded Barton. You weren’t fast enough, though. Pietro got shot several times. However, thanked to you, all of the wounds weren’t in critical spots. He did bleed out, though. That’s why you held him until someone came to find him.

You picked up a glass of water and helped yourself. You were not used to talking this much.

“Why didn’t you heal him?” Banner asked. The wonder filled his tone. Your movement stopped mid-air. You frowned at him, didn’t quite understand what he was proposing here. He rephrased the question when he saw the confusion written on your face: “You have immeasurable ability, including healing. Why didn’t you heal him?”

You knew he didn’t mean to pry. He probably didn’t mean to sound like a prick, either. But you still felt offended. “What did you just say to me?” You asked, slowly, as you lifted your head to look at him. The man was uncomfortable, to say the least. Banner shifted in his chair, unable to hold the eye-contact with you. However, Steve Rogers, now you knew his name – the American guy, repeated the question:

“Why didn’t you heal him? Or brought him to medical care on the aircraft? He could have died.” His tone didn’t sound like he was patronizing you, but it did have a sense of mistrust. You didn’t like it. It felt like he was interrogating you. Who did he think he was?

You narrowed your eyes dangerously, making everyone in the room, excluded Wanda, fell into their defend stance. You didn’t see yourself, but they did. They saw your eyes glowed, like Wanda when they first met her. They saw the aura in your palm causing a morph of the oxygen. Wanda remained still in her chair. She didn’t stop you this time, for she herself was feeling equally furious. They didn’t know you like she did. They didn’t see how desperate you were at that moment. It was a wonder that you noticed Pietro and Clint. If you dwelled deeper in your own thoughts, maybe she wouldn’t have had her brother sitting with her here today.

Pietro, who didn’t care about everything, spoke up for the first time: “Let’s not get to that. She saved my life. End of discussion.” His sentences were short and clear, indicating that he didn’t care, or blamed you one bit. However, you didn’t like the way they threw your action back at you.

In a dark moment, you thought about the ‘what-ifs’. What if you just let them die? What if you just jump? What if you didn’t give a flying fuck? You might not be trapped here. You might not have to sit here under everyone’s scrutinizing gaze. But then, the image of a bloody Pietro, or a million pieces of Tony’s flesh made you sick. It made you want to gag. You thought about pushing your chair back and fucked off.

You, again, thought about running.

But it was always Wanda who clung onto you. She tentatively asked for permission to enter your head and you reluctantly gave her. She got in. She pulled you to another reality where it’s just you and her. You opened your eyes and saw a cabin in the wood.

“What is this, luv?” You told Wanda, who appeared next to you and sat down with you on the porch. She gave you a sad smile as her hand crept up on your arm. You were getting use to her touches. It didn’t send you into panic anymore. You learnt to love it. Her hand trailed up to your shoulder and squeezed gently. You closed your eyes and felt her head rested in the crook of your neck.

Somehow, your breathing became in sync with hers after a few heartbeats, and she let out a content sigh. “It’s okay… I’ve got you.” She murmured. Her warm breaths fanned your neck, making you shuddered a little. You knew in your heart, she’d got you. It’s so easy for her to see through you, like how quickly you understood her. In this world, there’s just you and her.

Looked around, you didn’t recognize this place. A marvellous wood, a place of solitude. You felt like coming home, especially with Wanda’s arms around your middle. You forgot that you were actually in the meeting room with the Avengers. In your head, it’s just Wanda.

She whispered, still in your head. Her voice soft as she did so: “This is the first time I try this… I didn’t know I can do it. But when I touched your hand, your magic merged with mine. It got easier to just pick a place and take you there.” With widened eyes, you took a glance at Wanda, who now looked so at peace, like she really loved it here. You didn’t know you were capable of sharing your magic. However, everything with Wanda seemed doable.

“Don’t let them get into your head. I promise they’re just being ridiculous. They are actually good people.” Wanda said, sensing your discomfort as she mentioned the Avengers. “They were the same with Piet and me. Well… Not all of them are a walk in the park. Most of them have trust issue, or daddy issue, or mother issue, or in Stark’s case: both. But they’re decent. Believe me, I’ve witnessed all their fear and pain.”

You pursed your lips: “So that’s why Stark said you’ve fucked them over, huh?”

Wanda let out a breathless laugh when you nuzzled your nose on the crown of her head. She gave a small nod. “Yeah, I was mad at them, you know? It’s reasonable!”

You joined her laugh: “sure thing, witchy.”

She let you sit with her in your imagination dream for a time, then she broke the silence by glancing up at you and asked gently: “Are you feeling better?”

You looked down at your hands. They were no longer glowing. You nodded, slightly unsure. “Yeah… Yeah, I guess…”

She pulled your folded hands on her lap and sat straight, making you faced her affectionate green orbs. In her eyes was a promise, a sincere note that hit you with a sense of calm. She told you, as she held your hands tight: “Lean on me if you ever need to, draga. I’m here.” Your heart stuttered when she placed her free hand on your chest, right above your beating heart. It felt like an explosion of emotions. And you didn’t know how to deal with it. She helped you anyway. “I’m here. I’m with you.”

After that, the vision faded, and you were back at the meeting room again. Your head hung low. You saw Wanda smiled at you, with your hand in hers. Pietro glanced at you both. He didn’t say anything.

Time passed in your head didn’t pass in the reality. The Avengers still had that distrust look on their faces. Only Tony and the Russian – Natasha, didn’t seem to mind. Only that they also looked at you with curiosity and sympathy. You didn’t know about Natasha, but you knew about Stark. You knew his past. He was questioned with everything he did. He was a miserable young man growing up. He lost his parents, just like you. He didn’t make friends easily, just like you.

Anthony Stark was a lonely man.

A lonely man who had to face the world’s hatred and analysing gaze his whole life. Of course, he understood your anger, your frustration toward the team.

You didn’t read his mind to know that Stark didn’t agree with Steve Rogers’ approach. He didn’t say it, but he clearly wasn’t approved. Tony had pinned Steve with a silencing glare after you stumbled in your own world with Wanda. Natasha, for once, stood by him. She too had frowned at Steve, asking him what the hell was wrong with him. She told him to let you be, that you were young, and you didn’t know. That to you, Pietro Maximoff was nothing but a stranger she had saved.

Natasha told Steve to shut it and Tony grinned victoriously.

At that, Rogers shut up, but his eyes were cold. He still held a deep distrust to those who affiliated with HYDRA, especially those with unknown powers like yours. Everyone knew. Steve Rogers stood his ground until he decided otherwise. Captain America was stubborn. It was his greatest, but also the most annoying trait.

You took a deep breath and narrowed your eyes at them, all the while focusing on the feeling of Wanda’s hand around yours. You said slowly, but your voice was strong and threatening. You were challenging them to interfered. None of them did.

“I stop using my power for a long time.” You began. “I don’t like using them. I have my reasons to not overdo it. I wasn’t supposed to be there and helped him. I was close to jump the fuck off the city, mind you.” An ugly sneer stretched your lips. The words you forced out laced with venom. Most of them were taken aback by your statement. Natasha’s frown deepened. Barton and half of the team gawked at you in horror. Steve Rogers looked like he had been slapped across the face. Thor pursed his lips and crooked his head, confused.

You didn’t take too much time to watch their expression. You continued: “I broke my rules and acted on my instinct. I pulled him out and I was mortified that I could accidentally break his bones or turned him to dust.” You scoffed at them. “You would never understand.” You gritted your teeth. “I knew he was not going to fucking die. I knew someone was going to get him. I’m not fucking stupid. I could feel her. I knew she was coming.”

Your statement shook them. They didn’t know you could feel Wanda’s approaching. They didn’t know you what you were feeling. A look of shame edged on their faces but like hell you cared. The shakiness in your hand was subdued by Wanda’s supporting grip. You let out a sigh.

“I have enough knowledge to know that he’s not hit in any critical spots. I scanned him with my own eyes. He was going to be fine. What else do you want from me? Try to use my ability when I was on the verge of blowing up?” The irony in your voice made them grimace. “Yeah, do that. See Pietro dies.”

Your tone was condescending. You had always had a sharp tongue. You could hurt people with your words if you wanted to. But you were not that kind of person. You didn’t want to cause more pain than this world had already did. They just pushed you in all the wrong buttons, that’s all.

You dropped down to your chair, letting Wanda pulled you closer. You felt better now, with her so close to you. You didn’t take a glimpse at her mind, and you knew she wasn’t looking in yours anymore. However, she was still present. Her warmth still lingered on the edge of your head, like she wanted you to know that she’s ready if you ever needed her.

The world always seemed like a constant winter to you suddenly shifted to Spring. You felt it skipping with joy that sparkled up your dying heart. For the first time in a long time, you stopped thinking about your awful deeds. All you thought about was her.

“Lastly, I don’t owe you anything. I don’t have to sit here and let you interrogate me like some filthy criminals. I’m only here because…” You paused. Your eyes searched for Tony, then to Wanda, who was smiling softly at you. Because of her… But you didn’t say it out loud. Instead, you chose to say: “Because I wanted to be here.” You concluded. “I’m being reasonable, so please, for heaven’s sakes, stop testing my patience.”

A tense pause lingered in the room before Thor slammed his cup on the table, startled the bird man and half of the table. “Then it’s done! We defeated Ultron. It’s time to celebrate!”

What a shift of energy. No one was opposed to Thor’s idea. The team scurried away to talk about what kind of party they want to throw. You didn’t mind one bit, not when Wanda still here by your side and resumed her activity, which was playing with your sleeves. You rested your head on her shoulder and let her do what she wanted. Wanda took that as a win. She let her fingers danced up your arms and pressed on your cheeks. She squeezed it playfully and laughed for only the both of you to hear as you squeaked out.

Both of you didn’t notice Pietro and Natasha’s gazes.

The Russian approached Pietro, who was narrowing his eyes at the sight before him. She gestured at the two of you with a lift of her chin: “What’s up with them?” Pietro shook his head. “I don’t know, but it looks like my dearest sister has pick up a stray.”

Natasha rolled her eyes at his antic: “Said that to the woman who saved your ass, very cool, speedster.”

Pietro just shrugged.

He and Natasha were thinking about the same thing.

‘It’s getting interesting in here.’

Both of them grinned as they walked to the bar and left the two of you alone, laughing quietly together.

#wanda x reader #wanda fanfic #The Avengers #wanda maximoff

[i-rosemarie]

Like Real People Do - Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda Maximoff is known to be a strict mother - the opposite of you. When a school incident involves your children, you two will need to learn to get along with each other. [Requested]

Warnings: General Fluff, attempted romantic comedy with opposites attract, mild making out at the end, milf wanda being adorable, brief angst for past relationships, found family. | Words: 5.733k

A/N-> My first fic of the year will be Milf!Wanda without smut? What happened to this blog, huh? I was so busy in December that I couldn't post anything, I hope you guys didn't forget about me. This is a very old request that I finished some time ago and never posted, here it is then. Good reading you all!

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--//--

It started with a bloody nose.

It was Wednesday, which meant that you had painting class from ten to eleven in the morning, so when your cell phone rang and Principal Fury's angry voice demanded you not to be late, you could barely think of a decent excuse for your students.

The way to the municipal school was quick and even perilous - you never learned how to drive Natasha's truck properly no matter how hard you tried - but you arrived quickly at least.

America was standing with her arms crossed at the door to the principal's office - the jeans jacket with buttons you took her to buy last year had a bloodstain on the front that made your heart miss a beat. 

"Mom!" Her sulky expression lit up the second she saw you - the girl uncrossed her arms and ran to catch up with you, talking too fast about the mess while you searched her face for bruises. You sighed in relief at not finding any.

"Honey, slow down, I'm not catching any words." You warn her gently, and America giggles awkwardly, taking a deep breath to speak again.

"It wasn't my fault, Mom! It was those idiots who came at us, Billy wasn't doing anything, and when they called him bad names and I just lost my temper and-"

You frown in confusion, but America shuts up because the boardroom door opens and other people come out.

The blood is not America's you realize. It's the boy with ice on his face, accompanied by an equally grumpy adult. The boy also has blood all over the front of his shirt, and from the way, America tenses up and he flinches, you understand that he has been beaten.

"Come on, don't give me any more trouble." Warned the man to the boy who practically ran out. The man waved goodbye politely, and you turned to America, ready to ask, but you heard Mr.Fury call your name.

The room was not empty. There were two boys and a woman in a suit so impeccable that you became very aware of the ink stains on your work overalls. Or maybe it was the way she looked you up and down, with an indecipherable expression.

"Mrs.Romanoff, how nice that you could join us at last." Fury pinned on your lateness, and you smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry, I was in class and my cell phone was off." You mumbled, but he didn't seem to care much, signaling for you to sit down.

America stood beside you but smiled at the boys, who smiled back immediately.

"As I explained to Mrs.Maximoff, something rather unpleasant happened this morning. Your children got into a fight with another group of classmates..."

"And where is the rest of the gang?" You asked curiously, looking around. Fury frowned.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you said they got into a fight. Nobody fights alone. Where are the other children? I saw the other little boy who went outside looking like he got punched right in the nose, and if you told me it was three against one, then yes, we have a problem."

Fury exchanges a look with Mrs.Maximoff, but the redhead is straightening up in her chair, looking at you curiously.

The principal lets out a short laugh. "Miss Romanoff, the confusion started at recess, where America assaulted five classmates. The other four are in the infirmary and-"

You cut Fury off with excitement, turning to your daughter beside you. "Five? Kid, you've been practicing, haven't you? Damn, your mother would be impressed. "

America laughs shyly, but Fury exclaims indignantly. "Excuse me, Mrs.Romanoff, are you really encouraging violent behavior in your 13-year-old daughter?"

 "It depends on what the fight is about." You mutter, but Fury sighs indignantly.

"Violence is never the answer!" Retorts the principal seriously, but his line makes the boys exclaim indignantly.

"They were the ones who attacked us first! America was only defending my brother!" Reported one of them, and you and Mrs.Maximoff exchanged quick glances at the confusion.

"That's right, we were just standing there, and those idiots came at us with curses! If it wasn't for America-"

"Quiet, all of you!" Fury cut in angrily, and the children grumbled but obeyed. He massaged his forehead. "It's clear that the fight started with America, so please could you tell me exactly why you assaulted your colleagues, Miss?"

But America hesitates and looks at the boys, who bow their heads. She sighs.

"It was something silly about grades." She lies - You can see it’s not true because whenever she tells a lie, her forehead frowns slightly and Natasha taught you to recognize everything about little Miss Chavez. You don’t understand why she’s lying though. 

Fury sighs wearily. "Are you sure that's all it was, miss?"

She looks down at the floor and nods. You lick your lips.

"Fury, I wonder if we could talk alone. Just me, Miss Maximoff, and you? They shouldn't be missing class."

Fury hesitates but eventually agrees. Once the children leave, you clear your throat.

"I want to know what will be done with the group that attacked them, Fury."  You state without waiting any longer, surprising a little. Nick clears his throat.

"Your daughter just clarified that it was a silly argument over notes, Miss Romanoff, you don't expect me to-"

"You know it wasn't just that." To his surprise, Wanda intervenes, sounding irritated and tired. She takes a deep breath. "It wouldn't be the first time Billy experienced bullying in his school environment, but you promised me that this school was a safe space when I came to enroll them, Mr.Fury."

Nick clears his throat clumsily, adjusting his tie. "Mrs.Maximoff, at no time-"

"America told me they insulted him." You cut in, exchanging a look with the redhead. "The kids who attacked them came in cursing Billy. That's unacceptable, Fury. You say I encourage violent behavior? No. Natasha and I taught America to stand up for herself and for the people important to her. Nat was in the military and taught her how to fight. You can't expect her to listen to someone use low insults with her friends and do nothing."

"You cannot teach your daughter to punch anyone who irritates her, Miss Romanoff." Fury retorts seriously, before turning his face to the other, "And this is a safe environment, Wanda. We have anti-bullying programs, and when the other boys leave the infirmary, they will answer for this event as well. But for now, it's your kids who need to understand that fighting doesn't go unpunished."

"That doesn't seem very fair." You mutter but Fury casts you a serious look. 

"Because they insulted them? Tell me what happens when they're adults, then." You open your mouth but Fury holds up his hand, rhetorical question. "I tell you, at the very least a lawsuit for assault. I understand it's important to tell them to defend themselves, but they also need to understand how the world works. They are children, by god. You can't tell them to go out punching their way whenever someone wrongs them."

"I guess that's easy to say when we're not the ones experiencing the aggression." Wanda mutters, and Fury gives a short laugh.

"Wanda, I assure you I know the feeling of hearing horrible offenses and having to put my head down and keep walking because the punishments would be worse for me than for those who offended me." Says Nick. "Billy is only twelve, he should learn to respond to things like that in a healthy and safe way. Teaching any of these kids to respond violence with violence puts them at risk, and I'm sure you understand that." Wanda sighs but nods in defeat. Nick clears his throat. "I believe detention for a month is a good punishment."

You sigh, but Wanda hesitates. "They'd be out by three, wouldn't they? Couldn't you do it earlier or between classes? I work office hours on Tuesdays and Wednesdays..."

Nick opens his mouth but you speak first. "I can pick them up." You say casually. "They're friends with America, right? They can stay over if you need."

The redhead blinks in surprise. "Wouldn't that be inconvenient?"

You laugh shrugging your shoulders. "Not at all. America is usually alone in the afternoon while I'm in the studio. It would be nice if she had some company."

Wanda smiles at you and your stomach does a complete turn. Nick claps his hands together.

"I guess we have a deal then. Thank you both for attending, even though it was not the most pleasant of reasons... I'll keep in touch, Miss Maximoff, Miss Romanoff."

You got up first but opened the door for Wanda to pass. Outside, she seemed in a hurry, checking her cell phone, and you didn't want to hold her any longer. Surprisingly, she called you before you left for your car.

"I want your number." She declares, and you can't help the teasing expression that appears on your face. Wanda corrects herself immediately, "B-because of the ride, so I can confirm that everything is okay..."

"I know, I get it." You assure her with a laugh, accepting the cell phone she holds out to put your number in. As you type, you take the opportunity to introduce yourself properly since you haven't had the chance to do so before. Wanda smiles before doing the same. "Here you go, Miss Maximoff."

"Just Wanda is fine." She says gently, accepting the cell phone back. "Thank you again, for the favor."

"You can return it by joining me for coffee." You have no idea where that came from. And it seems to surprise Wanda as much as you surprised yourself. But there's no going back because she smiles and you know you meant it. "Or a tea, or juice. Maybe vitamin?"

Wanda giggles, and it's a charm. You glare at her but she looks at her cell phone again.

"Sorry, I have to go." She looks really disappointed, and you notice that her phone has started vibrating on a call. She looks at you again. "I'll text you about that coffee."

"I'll wait." You mumble, knowing she heard just by the soft smile she still holds as she answers the phone before waving goodbye and turning in the opposite direction of the parking lot.

You sigh loudly as you are left alone, trying to figure out where to see the strange feeling in your stomach that you think you haven't felt in years.

–//–

Wanda probably forgot about the coffee. You don't blame her, because America has every social network possible, and through her friendship with Billy Maximoff on Facebook, you are able to find Wanda Maximoff's only two social networks. 

Her professional profile is impeccable. She is an important figure in a major New York company, but you are not too sure whether she is a writer or a manager, or both. Either way, with so many meetings and lectures in her feed, she is probably the busiest person you have ever met. 

The only personal profile she has is a Facebook profile that hasn't been updated in almost three years. It is public, and has family photos - the vast majority with the twins - but what attracts attention is the tall man next to her. If the photos were tagged, it was removed today. There was no link to his profile. You also noticed that the relationship status was still Married, and tried to ignore the burning in your strangers with this information. 

There should be no problem with Wanda being a married woman. You should have expected this, actually. In fact, you shouldn't expect anything at all. Losing Natasha wasn't exactly recent, but you weren't looking for someone to take her place. Ever.

Calling Wanda for coffee was a kind act in the interest of friendship, you convinced yourself. After all, with your antisocial nature, you didn't have many friends in New York. 

America found you stalking Wanda's Facebook, however, and had a very different idea.

"She's a total milf, huh?"

You closed the laptop hard, looking at your daughter with indignation. "Excuse me, young lady?"

America shrugged. "Miss Maximoff, mom. She's so gorgeous, like a movie star. Everyone keeps staring when she comes to pick up the twins."

You grimace, hugging the laptop against your chest. "America, I don't think it's very appropriate for you to say such things to me, don't you agree?"

Your daughter laughs confusedly. "But you thought so too. You're just there stalking her on the Internet..."

"That's it, out." You stand up embarrassed, ignoring America's mischievous laughter in the hallway as you close the door. You grunt red-faced, putting your hands over your face and trying to get the image of Wanda out of your head. America shouts from the hallway:

"I'll order Enchiladas for dinner!" - You open the door just to say thanks.

To your surprise, Wanda texts you the next day. 

It shouldn't really be a surprise, since the children's detention would start now, but still, you were so busy delivering some paintings that you almost completely forgot about it.

Hey Miss Romanoff, it's Wanda. Is everything okay for the kids to stay at your place this afternoon as we agreed? After detention? 

You are listening to music, so you ask the virtual assistant to read the message while you continue painting one of the higher boards. When you realize who it is from, you almost fall down the stairs you are on.

Your cell phone screen smears blue paint when you pick it up in one go, having forgotten your dirty hands, and you curse softly. 

Trying to sound casual, you decide on a voice message.

"Hey, Miss Max-Wanda, hey." Great start. "Sure, don't worry, I'll send you my address to come to pick them up later. And just Y/N is fine."

Wanda replies with an emoji heart, and you try to understand why yours is racing so fast.

–//–

Thomas and William Maximoff are two little devils. And America loves them, so you do too.

They play in the backyard and in the living room, surprisingly in harmony over sharing the video game after detention. You go back to work in the studio and keep the music down so you can hear them, and before you know it, the hours have passed and a red pickup truck is pulling up outside your house.

Wanda, on the other hand, doesn't seem too pleased to see that none of the children have had a decent meal after school, or done their homework. And you showing up with a dirty paint apron doesn't seem to help her judgment much.

"I don't usually cook, for the safety of the kitchen."  You try to joke to ease the tension and get giggles from the smaller ones, but only a forced smile from the other, who continues with her arms crossed. "They're not hungry, you know. There were snacks and cookies..."

"Very healthy." Wanda interrupts wryly. "Get your backpacks boys, and thank them for having you. Let's go home before it gets later."

You and America watch Maximoff's hurried exit until Wanda's car disappears at the end of the street, and it is your daughter who speaks first.

"I think she likes you."

You chuckle incredulously, turning your face to America. "What gives you that idea? The deadly stare?"

The smaller girl rolls her eyes amused. "No, Mom! She didn't say she wasn't coming here anymore. And besides, Tommy told me she's kind of too straitlaced... he may have used the word crazy, but I don't think that's very appropriate for me to say."

You chuckle through your nose, ruffling America's hair as you pull her into the house with you. 

"Well, the boys are your friends, so Wanda is going to have to get used to me because if there's one thing we take seriously in this family it's loyalty to our friends, isn't it, little Chavez?" 

America smiles warmly, stealing a glance at Nat's painting on the wall before nodding in agreement. You check your watch.

"Maybe Wanda is right, though. What do you want for dinner? Real food. I can prepare something-"

America grimaces. "I want pizza!"

"But kiddo-"

"With plenty of pepperonis!"

You roll your eyes, unable to say no to that lovely girl.

–//–

The next day, when Billy and Tommy take out lunch boxes from their backpacks, you want to chuckle. It's so... you don't even know what to call that.

"What is that supposed to be?" America asks in a mixture of indignation and disgust, standing behind the boys sitting at the table. Tommy and Billy exchange sighs.

"It's called Zucchini Boats." Says William, poking at the snack with his fork - which Wanda also sent in her purse - "Mom is a vegetarian and so are we."

"That's what she thinks," Tommy mutters mischievously, receiving an elbow from his brother. "It's good, America. Want some?"

"No, I'm fine." Your daughter says quickly, exchanging a look with you before leaving the twins to grab some of the juice you are bringing them on a tray. 

"Wow, that looks ... grown up." You comment with an impressed laugh as soon as you see the food the twins are pinching half-heartedly. "Do you guys always eat so fancy?"

"Yeah, all the time." Tommy replies grumpily. "Mom pays for vegetarian snacks at school, and it's always this kind of expensive food at the work parties she brings us to."

"Tommy, I don't think you should talk like that..." Billy whispers uncertainly but is cut off by the other.

"I can't stand eating asparagus or cabbage anymore! And I hate Lentils!" Challenges the twin, pushing the lunchbox onto the table.

America sips her juice in silence, and you sigh.

"Well, here's what we'll do then, little Maximoff." You say, picking up the bowl and some of the food that has fallen on the table. "I'll order hamburger and fries, and leave it on the counter. And you guys choose what you want to eat if you feel hungry."

Tommy loved the idea. Billy thanked him, but said he would stick with what his mother prepared. In any case, you ordered enough for everyone.

When the food arrived, you, America, and Tommy ate first. The Maximoff was very excited about eating meat - He eventually told you between bites that vegetarianism, as well as a dozen other habits, came to his family after his father passed away, and you were so surprised by the information that you could hardly nod in agreement. So Wanda was a widow like you? What a heartbreaking coincidence.

After you finished eating, you needed to continue working, and you left the children to do it. When you came back for some keys about ten minutes later, Tommy and America were playing video games in the living room and little Billy was eating French fries on the counter and having the time of his life. You didn't dare bother him.

The whole plot of Wanda and her vegetarian lunch boxes for 12-year-olds that were half going to waste - you insisted that they at least take a few bites out of respect for their mother's work - went on for three whole weeks.

It was on the penultimate day of detention when Wanda was already smiling as she came to pick up the kids, that she found out and showed up at your door during school hours.

"Sorry for the wait, I'm teaching a class." You tell her clumsily as you welcome her into the small makeshift office, while your students take a break in the studio in the other room. 

Wanda hasn't even taken off her coat and is still holding her keys in her hands. "Don't worry, I'll be quick." She says. "I appreciate the favor of picking up the boys and letting them stay here, but it has come to my attention your inappropriate behavior, and I-"

"Wow, what are you talking about?" You interrupt in confusion. 

Wanda doesn't hesitate, adjusting her posture. "The food I prepare for my children is properly planned with a nutritionist, and William has told me about your interference in their diet." You stare at her without reaction, and she takes advantage of your shock to continue speaking. "I respect that you are raising your daughter without any attention to a healthy diet, but I cannot allow you to do the same-"

"No, wait a second there." You cut her off with a short laugh, gesturing a little and without realizing it, moving closer, which makes Wanda take a step backward in that small office. "I never told them to stop eating your fancy food."

She grimaces. "But you bought junk food!" She rations angrily. "What do you expect children to choose?"

You chuckle. "Exactly, Wanda! They are children! You're the one who's feeding them like they're 60-year-old culinary critics!"

"A healthy diet is essential for their development-"

"Billy has never eaten pizza before! Do you understand how insane that sounds?"

Wanda feels her blood boil, much like you. And she doesn't realize she's screaming, much the same as you. 

"Oh, what a crime not to want to give my two children a fat bomb! Arrest me for preventing cardiovascular disease when they are adults!

"What the hell are you talking about?" You retort with an indignant chuckle, but Wanda steps forward, her gaze deadly.

"I don't tell you how to raise your daughter, so don't you dare do it to me." She says seriously, and you swallow dryly. 

"I never said anything like that." You retort. "It's not a crime to offer actual good food to a child."

Wanda frowns. "My food is good!" She defends herself almost offended, but you sigh wearily.

"For the adult palate? Yes, it is. I've tasted it, you have talent I admit." You say, surprising her a little by the compliment. Her posture almost breaks. "But for the boys? I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry, but they don't like it, okay? Especially Thomas. I didn't want you to find out like this, but he hasn't followed your all-important eating schedule in months, Miss Maximoff. He keeps buying candy and junk food around-"

"What?" she exclaims indignantly, turning away to walk around the room. You sigh. "Where does he get the money for that?"

You shrug casually. "I don't know, isn't he kind of pretty popular? Maybe he sells some toys or homework. I used to do that when I was young. And well, I give America an allowance and they hang out together a lot and-

"So you're the problem! Again!" Wanda suddenly accuses you, leaving you in shock. "You and your daughter, stay away from my boys!"

"Wanda, what...?"

But she turned her back on you and slammed the door hard on her way out. You huffed loudly, pressing your face between your hands for a long moment. Complete confusion in your mind. 

–//–

You're not sure what you expected for the last day of detention, but it sure wasn't the call from the secretary about America skipping class. 

You called her immediately, and to add to your despair, she didn't answer until an hour later, when you had already taken the car and were driving around town after her.

The arcade parking lot was empty because all the kids were in school. Except for a few.

You got down from the truck, and this time, you knew the blood was Billy's.

"Have you gone crazy? I drove all over town after you, America! Where-"

But she ran up to you, hugging you tightly, and you fell silent, worried. "I'm sorry, Mom!"

After massaging her back gently, you turned away to the boys sitting on the sidewalk. Bending down to Billy's height, you grabbed from the other twin the ice pack he held over his brother's bruised forehead.

"What happened, guys?" You asked, and all three of them started talking together. With a sigh, you shushed them. "Just one at a time, please."

America stepped forward. "We weren't going to skip the whole day, Mom, I promise! It's just that Tommy forgot to do his chemistry homework, so we were going to skip it so he wouldn't get in trouble!"

Tommy nods immediately. "We came here because we weren't going to hang around the school at the risk of getting caught." Continues the boy. "We were going to play and come back as soon as the next class time started."

Billy complains softly about the pain and you try to press more gently. "So?" You ask them to continue, but they don't, exchanging hesitant glances. 

It is William who continues the story, his gaze in his lap. "It was the idiot brother of a classmate of ours. He was at the arcade, and he recognized me. He said he was furious that I got his brother in trouble. And he said... He said there's no place in this town for a faggy like me."

You sigh immediately, putting down the ice to hold his shoulder with your other hand. "Oh, Billy, I'm sorry."

He sniffles lightly, shrugging. "It's okay, I'm used to it. America and Tommy were buying soda, so the jerk threw me out here. As soon as they came, the guy ran off."

"It was the arcade owner who gave us the ice." America clarifies, coming over to sit down on the sidewalk across from Billy, and slipping an arm over his. "Sorry for taking so long, buddy. Next time I'm going to break his leg-"

"Hey, listen up here you three." You interrupt, looking at them seriously. "Violence is never the solution."

"But, Mom, they-"

"I know." You cut her off with a nod. "And it's unfair that it happened. And all we want to do is return that anger, but we can't be like that. Billy, I'm really sorry that you've heard cruel things. There's a place for you wherever you choose, that boy is just being an ignorant fool. Don't listen to him." You assure holding the hand of the boy in front of you. "You three are going back to school, and I'll take care of it the right way, okay?"

At first, they don't seem very willing, but eventually, they agree. You direct them back to school, and are not surprised at the increased detention Fury gives them for skipping class. Nick, however, is the one who provides the numbers of the parents of the kids who attacked them, and of a lawyer. 

He comments something about having called Miss Maximoff but to no avail before thanking you for bringing the children back safely and saying goodbye.

You are walking back to your car when Wanda parks as if in a race movie.

"I'm glad you're here, Wanda, we need to talk." You announce loudly, walking to her car. She turns it off, takes out the key, and gets down, slamming the door. 

"I don't have time, the director called me during a meeting, and I-"

"I know." You cut her off, and make no mention of moving out of her way, trapping her between cars. "Our kids were skipping class."

She chuckles dryly. "That's what I'm talking about, your daughter is a terrible influence. I wasn't wrong when-"

"She was helping Tommy." You cut in again, crossing your arms. "Yeah. He didn't do his chemistry homework or something, and they decided to skip the first period so he wouldn't get a scolding. Because, yes, he'd rather take his chances on the street than smear the perfect record mommy wants for him."

Wanda tilts her head. "Watch your mouth." She warns between teeth, and you roll your eyes.

"Billy got punched." You declare, and Wanda's posture breaks completely. Desperation fills her expression.

"W-what... Excuse me, I have-" 

"It's taken care of, it was just a scratch I looked at it myself." You interrupt, steadying your feet in her path, and ignoring the way she looks you up and down. "But these assaults, Wanda, we need to get a handle on this."

She is surprised, in a good way. And she swallows dryly, trying to adjust her posture. "That's not your problem."

You don't care, pulling out of your pocket the lawyer's paper Fury gave you to hand to her 

as you quickly explain the whole story. Wanda is unresponsive until she sniffles slightly, and this breaks your posture.

Your natural instinct is to touch her, but you hold back, clenching your hands, and Wanda turns her face away, hugging her own body as she controls her crying.

"Forgive me, I just..." She takes a deep breath. "They're all I have. And they're perfect, just the way they are. I just wanted to...do the best for them. Keep them safe, and happy. But apparently, New York is even worse than Westview."

"Hey, I understand that." You can't resist, raising a hand to her back, and thanking the gods that Wanda leans into the touch instead of backing away. "Some things are beyond our control. But I think you're doing a damn fine job, Wanda."

She raises her eyes at you. "Really?"

"Yeah." You assure her with a smile. "Your kids are great. Smart, so independent, and good-natured. Very united and loyal. You've done a really good job with them-"

Wanda hugs you tightly around the neck, cutting off your sentence. You smile, putting your arms around her just as the surprise fades. She sighs. "Thank you." She whispers, and you squeeze tighter before letting go.

"Call Jen Walters about this. Nick said she's a good lawyer." You remind her, and Wanda nods. You put your hands in your pockets and stare at her for a moment. "Were you at some fancy event? You look good."

She blushes, smiling shyly and adjusting her suit. "Something like that. Just a new book launch, so phone off. As soon as I saw the missed calls, I ran here..."

You chuckle lightly. "Yeah, I noticed the Fast and Furious you pulled out." You joke getting a laugh and a slap on the arm.

As the laughter dies down, you face each other. And Wanda is the first to swallow dryly and shift her gaze away.

"I should go there... just to make sure everything is okay." She says pointing to the school. You clear your throat and finally give her space to walk through.

"Sure, sure. I see you...?"

Wanda looks at you over her shoulder, a soft smile on her lips. "Over coffee." She invites, her smile widening with your surprise. "It's about time, don't you think?"

You nod, swallowing your anxiety. "I can’t wait." You guarantee, and when she leaves, your cheeks are flushed like hers.

–//–

Wanda doesn't call. But she doesn't have to.

The detentions are over; you're pretty sure she threatened Nick Fury on her way back to the office, but whatever she said, she made sure that the victims of the story stopped being punished. Tommy received a short warning for his duty, but the matter was soon forgotten.

You were surprised that even with the end of the detention, the Maximoff twins were on your doorstep on Tuesday. And next to them, Wanda.

"If you're not busy, I was thinking we could all have lunch together. I got some free time at the office." Clarified the matriarch, and well, you had a dozen or so orders to make and they would all have to wait because no chance at all of you dismissing going out with Wanda.

She is infinitely more pleasant company than the impression you got during your fights. She is a fierce mother, but she is so much more than that. She's brilliant, passionate, and generous. You find yourself captured by her like a work of art, which you can stare at for hours and hours, trying to absorb every detail and discover others.

Lunch turns into afternoon snacks, and into dinners. The Maximoffs show up at your house on a weekly basis, Wanda cooks for you sometimes, and at other times allows herself to eat junk food with everyone else.

And family dates become the two of you dates when she kisses you.

It takes you completely by surprise, honestly. 

You have been dancing into a family routine for amazing weeks, and after one of the dinners, it gets late enough to insist that they sleep over at your place. 

The boys stay in America's room, and you take over the living room so that Wanda is comfortable in her room.

When she shows up at dawn in the kitchen while you're making tea, the first thing she says is "I feel terrible about making you sleep on the couch. I can't sleep because of it."

You smile and separate a mug of tea for her too.

"I think we finally had that drink." You comment a long moment later, as you pour the tea for yourselves.

Wanda smiles mischievously. "I don't think it counts." She murmurs mysteriously, and you raise an eyebrow.

"No?"

Wanda hums in the negative. "We've drunk together a dozen times now, Y/N." She retorts, holding the cup close to her mouth. "If you want to take me out, you need to genuinely ask."

She sips her tea, and you swallow dryly as you stare into her lips. Blinking away when you notice her naughty smile, you ignore your nervousness, and retort, "I asked, you're the one who didn't call me." 

Wanda raises her eyebrow, taken aback that you brought back this information from so many weeks later. She doesn't lose her composure, however. "I thought it wouldn't be appropriate when given a second thought about it."

You sip some tea. "And what do you think of us now?"

Instead of answering, she leans over the countertop. She grabs the collar of your shirt and kisses you hard. Your whole body vibrates, and you gasp. But she lets you go before you have the chance to respond properly.

"I think if you don't ask me out soon, I'll have to do it myself." She teases affectedly, breathing out of breath as you do. You laugh, nodding.

"Go out with me." 

She raises an eyebrow. "Is that an order?" She teases, and you grunt.

"God, Wanda, come here." That's what you say before pulling her back to you, mouth to mouth.

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Chaos and Order (A perfect balance) - Wanda Maximoff x reader [Part 1 - Free Falling]

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You were on the edge of a floating city when you first met her. Almost everybody was evacuated, and you had just used your special ability for the first time since forever to save an insanely fast-moving young man from getting blasted by gatling gun, as well as a strange man in a suit of armor from being chopped into pieces with metal turbines.

It was a strange day.

And it was the day you decided to end your life.

Years ago, when you found out that you were the chosen one to possess the phoenix force and chaos magic, your parents were killed because of it, and it’s your fault. It’s your fault that you lashed out when HYDRA came to capture you and you decided to just blast everything into oblivion, causing you to lose everyone you loved, including your own father and mother. It’s your fault to let HYDRA take you as you were petrified to see bits and pieces of flesh and blood of your loved ones splashed all over you. You can’t blame anyone for a nightmare of a time that you were held captive in a HYDRA facility, being poked at, experimented on, and tortured incessantly for something you couldn’t control, yet. And even when they never succeeded, even when you managed to blow up the whole base in haste of your anger and escaped that hell, time spent there still caused a toll on you. The past traumas, the pain, the hurt had never truly gone.

You’re stuck in your own self-hatred that led to severe depression.

Every moment awake was torturing. Every day was hard.

And you thought, maybe the floating, ready to explode city was a clue for you to go, but the universe just had to let you meet her.

You could feel her from miles away. The radiating power flooding her veins, calling out for you like a beacon. You could sense her from miles away, from the moment she stepped into the city. You felt her, deep inside your bones, felt her anger and her thirst for vengeance shifted to something good, something better, to her desire to save the world and redeemed herself from the past mistakes.

And you could sense her sudden distraught, as she saw you holding the bloody man with gunshot wound in your arms, just sat there, staring into oblivion. You knew she was coming to get him. Her mind screamed bloody murder and whispers of dreadful fate to anyone who hurt the man. You could hear it clearly, like a church bell ringing amidst Sunday prayer. You knew she was coming to get him. Or at least, someone would. And till then, you could let yourself go.

This whole scene, with you holding the one she loved most, who was slowly dying for the blood lost, didn’t look right. You understood. This could cause misunderstanding, you got that very clear, and yet you didn’t really care. You just wanted everything to just be over.

You were born to destroy, not a saving grace, yet still, you helped a man from being chopped into million of pieces in his fancy iron suit, caught this stranger with super speed in your arms like you were the lord and savior. You were not. You were just a monster in the making, and you would gladly give this monstrous life up, especially after knowing that you had done something … good before you go.

You heard her scream his name. “Pietro!”.

You remembered flashed her a small smirk that edged her unstable emotions to explode. You let her rip him away from you, knowing that she would take care of him. You let her blast you backward with her magnificent power of red, and you fell from the ledge. Free falling. You closed your eyes as the wind shifted around you. Your instinct was calling out, banging in your head, trying to force you to just float in the middle of the sky like you had always done, but you fought against it. You fought against your god-forbid, very strong survival instinct, for you had made up your mind.

‘Finally.’ – You thought to yourself. Finally, it’s all over…

‘At least she’s pretty.’ – You mused darkly as gravity became meaningless and forced the air out of your lungs with vigor. To die under the hand of a beautiful woman, what a way to go.

But the universe has got another plan for you. As you almost touched the ground, you opened your eyes to look up at the sky one last time, hoping to just record that beauty of a cruel world you were about to leave behind, all you could see was her.

All you could see was her, so frantic, so scared, diving down, trying to reach you with a glowing red hand that you realized all too well was chaos magic in the early state. And your own magic acted out. All of her pain, all of her sadness and frighten and regrets just bombarded and overflowed in your head. You screamed.

You screamed.

It’s too much. It’s too much.

Your eyes blackened as a soft impact collied with you. The coldness of metal engulfed your body, and you faded into unconsciousness. The last thing you could see was the exploding city that you once wished to call home, was her teary eyes, and the red iron suit holding you tight. The sky was raging with lightning and thunder. The man with long blonde hair caught her and flew away.

Nothing went according to your plan.

And you were robbed of your last wish – which was to die.

At that very moment, you were only twenty-five.

---

You woke up to soft murmurs.

Your oversensitive hearing could pick up little things that people were talking about, even when you were placed in the glass box thick enough that a tank couldn’t break through. You were quick to realize, you were isolated in here, trapped, like a caged animal on display, just like before, just like when you were held captive in the HYDRA lab. Despite the crippling anxiety that surged up in your heart, you let out a mockery laugh. Not at anyone in particular, but at yourself. It was your life now, wasn’t it? To be treated like a dangerous predator? You wondered, what were these people planning to do next? Experimented on you? Well, you mused. How long would it take them to realize they would never get anything out of you? And how long would they need to figure out that you’re only here because of your own decision and this cage they’re holding you in was nothing but child-play if you were to break out?

From the dark, you could make out the muffled, but heated debate from them. The young man with silver hair and the man in iron suit were screaming at their friends/coworkers or whatever, saying something you vaguely heard as: “What else does she have to prove!? She saved my life!”. You chuckled darkly as you closed your eyes. Now that was exaggerated. You didn’t plan on being the hero. He’s just right in front of you and your instinct kicked in.

As much as you didn’t give a damn out this pathetic world anymore, seeing a person who tried his best to save people turning to a target practice was not what you settled for. They didn’t have to make a big deal out of it.

“But we don’t know what she is!” Said another man, in his ridiculous American flag of a suit, calmly, though, somewhere in his tone laced with annoyance. You picked it up pretty quick, considering how much you had heard it when the head doctor at HYDRA usually used it to direct at you. “It’s no secret that she has magic. Even Wanda couldn’t do the trick on her.”

The man in iron suit rolled his eyes, clearly fed up with the stupidity that was displayed in front of him: “Yeah, of course, just barge into her mind like that. I bet she appreciates the violation of privacy as much as we did when the kid fucked us over, right, Cap?”

At least the man called ‘Cap’ had the decency to look ashamed.

“I agree with Tony.” The red hair woman spoke up as she was lounging on the sofa in the back. Her gorgeous face screamed Russian to you, and you swooned a little. As you focused on her, there was a painful tug in your heart, calling out for you to just reach to it, to read her past and rewrite her future, to soothe her life-long desperation, but you resisted the urge. Nobody deserved to be at the receiving end of your invasive ability without knowing. You couldn’t do that to them.

“She clearly isn’t the threat, Steve. She got Stark out, saved Pietro, and this is what we’re paying her? Don’t forget that little witch even blasted her off the sky and she didn’t fight back. So what’s the point of keeping her in there instead of being a decent person and get her a compartment, let her rest and we can hear her side of the story?”

Her voice was exceptionally calm and collected, betraying nothing as she spoke. A part of you were captivated by her, but your toxic mind was screaming at you to resent her a little. You didn’t need her to advocate for you. You didn’t need her to give you a saving grace. Not when you only wished to disappear.

Your senses tingled as you felt their attention shifted to you, but you closed your eyes and regulated your breathing, so that you could look like you were asleep. You didn’t want to face them just now, or ever. You just wanted to be on your own merry way and never have to see them again.

The room got quiet for a moment before you heard someone yell: “Wanda, NO!”, and a surge of energy broke the door of the glass box you were in. Your internal trauma caused you to flinch and curl up as a way to protect yourself, but the glass fragments never came. Cracked an eye open, you saw them being suspended in the air by a red glow, and the woman who attempted to kill you in Sokovia walked in. She was shaking. You figured. She was shaking and her eyes were red. Was she crying? You were not quite sure. And if she did, then why?

She got to where you were laying, and you could feel her magic reaching out, trying to infiltrate your unbreakable mind, but the resistance was strong. She was pushed away, and the young woman gasped. Her breathing ragged as she blinked. You gathered; she wasn’t used to getting rejected when it came to matters like this. After all, she was meant to be the greatest sorceress of all time. However, that was because she hadn’t met you. You were not a walk in the park, either. Whatever she was wielding needed more horning and practices, or else, she could never be your match.

And there you thought she could be the one that put you out of your misery.

You got pulled out of your dark thoughts when you heard her mumbled: “Please… I mean no harm… I just…” She swallowed thickly, as if words had become a thousand knives stabbed into her throat. “I just… You… I need to make sure you’re okay… I need to know you’re not hurt. Please, let me in…”

You didn’t know what to do. You just looked at her with a quizzical gaze. Why wouldn’t you be okay? Why did she suddenly care? She had to be mad at you, or were you wrong? Why was she even here? A thousand questions plagued your head as you blinked owlishly at her outstretched hand, but when she reached out again, you didn’t stop her. Her hand softly placed on your shoulder, and you sharply inhaled. The coldness kind of spooked you and you realized you were bare under the sheet. She was making direct contact with your skin. Oh…

The red glow of her power caressed your body gently, performed a clumsy attempt to heal the little wounds that were left from the fall. That’s what you get when you go skydiving with a city falling apart above you. You wanted to tell her that Chaos magic wasn’t meant to heal. It was meant to wreak havoc, but you didn’t have it in you to bring it up to a clearly distraught woman in front of you. Funny enough, you were wrong. The wounds stopped hurting, but all those cuts were still bleeding, trickling down your body and dampening the duvet.

She teared up and bit her lips as you stopped her.

She didn’t understand that her magic could never fully heal you, but you did. You understood that it was already a miracle that she managed to make the pain go away, for it was her power that compatible to yours. However, it was everything, it was the best she could do. How could she heal the flesh of a monster like yours?

“Don’t worry about it. I’m used to this by now. They will heal by themselves.” A smile made its way to the corner of your mouth as you tried to reassure her. It’s how you had always been, always tried to help. You dropped the sheet down to your back, exposing all the scars that were left after HYDRA, and the incident with your parents. They made pain crept up the young woman’s eyes, and you knew you had made the wrong move, so you covered yourself up, and placed a reassuring hand on hers, patting a few times before curling it up and placing it neatly in your lap.

“Never mind…” You took a deep breath. It burnt your lungs, but you ignored it. “You look like you need some sleep.” You looked down awkwardly. “Go, fix the door on your way out. I’ll get some rest, too. Thanks for trying though… It really makes up a lot for the throwing incident at Sokovia.” You tried to lighten the mood, but she clenched her jaws, and you wondered if you did something wrong again. You were about to apologize, but she beat you to it and began to speak: “I thought… I thought you… I didn’t know you were helping him… I didn’t mean to…”

You sighed, knowing everybody was looking at the both of you now. A need to run crossed your mind in a flash. Years of being poked at didn’t ease the fright of being in the spotlight of yours, but you swallowed it down and licked your dry lips: “I know. You don’t have to explain yourself. I’m a stranger, and I was holding a bleeding man in the middle of the battle field. It’s bound to be a little weird. You were just scared and angry, I could feel it. He must mean a lot to you, and I provoked you. Don’t apologize.”

You dragged the sheet further up to cover ever bit of your exposed skin and laid down.

“When you all finish deciding whether I’m rabid or not, just tell me. Preferably with your voice down if you don’t want me to eavesdrop. And now if you all don’t mind, I think I should get some sleep. It’s been an exhausting day…” You said with a small yawn as exhaustion crashed onto you out of nowhere. All the sleepless nights had caught up to you and your bruised eyes drooped shut. Your heart burnt in your chest and your organs started to ache. You sighed tiredly and shifted to a side, ready to welcome the darkness to succumb you to restless dreams. The last thing you heard was someone shuffled, the clicking sound of the glass being put back, a hush discussion and a warm body sitting beside you.

You didn’t have the energy to see what was going on.

You fell asleep.

---

For a blissful moment, everything stopped turning and banging. There weren’t any sounds, nor yelling, nor the dull ache that was a constant throughout your youth. Just a warm ray of sunshine, a soft duvet, and all the nicest things in the world. You thought you were brought back to your home, with your parents being alive, with an English breakfast waiting for you when you left the bed. You thought you were at that age again, when nothing happened and everything you experienced was just a terrible nightmare. You felt so secure, being wrapped up in a hug so gentle that could bring tears to your stoic, dying heart.

A body was pressed against your skin, breathing slowly and steadily, like a calming sense lured you to the land of dreams again.

You shifted, surrendered under the drowsiness that clouded your brain and burrowed your head somewhere comfortable. The earthy scent combined with a whiff of lavender filled your nostrils and you immediately relaxed into the sheet. Oh, this was the best morning you had ever had in a long while, and you didn’t want it to end.

But when a hand moved up to caress your hair, your heart jumped. Not in a good way. You gasped breathlessly as you slammed back to the glass wall, remembered just where you were and was frightened at the fact that there was someone in your bed, touching you. Your ears were ringing, and the world came crashing down with all the noises and wailings.

Whimpered painfully, you clenched your teeth. Eyes remained shut, you didn’t want to look at the intruder. The hammering heart didn’t help. It beat like it was going to explode and you couldn’t help but clutch your chest. The fear of another HYDRA experiment came crashing. You must have looked like a scaredy cat. Fearful and dirty. For a moment, you spaced out, like you always did. For a moment, you were lost, and trapped in the walls of your own madness. No way out.

Being in such a state, you didn’t hear the frantic voice of your unwanted companion calling out for your attention. You didn’t feel the way she tentatively approached. You felt nothing but crippling fear and anxiety. This was the first time in a long time you had had this feeling again. Maybe it was the glass box that they had put you in. Maybe it was because you didn’t interact with humans much. It scared you out of your mind. The fear of being hurt lingered, but most of all, was the fear of you hurting people. You were dangerous. The last time you got close to someone, you turned them into dust. At least it wasn’t a pink mist like your parents were.

However, when you shut down, you heard a faint voice in your head, cooing sadly: “It’s just me… It’s Wanda… Can you hear me? Love, please, can you hear me?”

You reached out to the voice, fumbling in the darkness. An image popped up in your head and you saw a woman. Her auburn hair framed the perfect face. Hazel eyes sought for your with an unbearable sadness swarming. Your heart ached painfully at the sight, but you haven’t a clue why. You barely knew this woman. You had just met her, but you didn’t understand the way your body and your mind reacted to her voice. It was like an instant magnet, drawing you in and gripping you tight. You could never escape. She reached out, begging you to let her in, begging you to just snap out of it. Her desire to bring you back to her and focus on her only was palpable. It thrummed in her veins, flowed in her blood. And your whole attention gravitated toward her.

You swallowed hard. And with all might, you took her shaky hand.

Suddenly, you were pulled back to reality. In front of you was Wanda. There were tears in her eyes, with a look of concern just like you had seen in your head. Your hand in hers, being held tightly like she was afraid that you might drifted away again. Everything about her made you yearn to touch. You wondered if it was the same with her? This mutual feeling, like you two had known each other for a long time, that you two had finally found each other after a long time being apart. You wondered if she felt the same. But you also knew, it could be the chaos magic calling out for its companion. You also knew just how devilish this power could be. It had messed with your head your whole life.

You were afraid that she was being under the same effect.

The two of you stared into each other’s eyes, swimming in the depth of souls for what felt like an eternity before she slowly raised another hand and cradled your cheek. Uncertainty was visible. You could clearly see that she was not used to being the one to initiate physical contact, but she was trying so hard for you. She was doing it for you. A whine involuntarily slipped out of your lips, and you leaned into her. Your eyes drawn shut.

She whispered: “I’m sorry I spooked you. I…”

You could feel her movement now. Slowly, hesitantly engulfed you in a hug so warm that you practically melted into her chest. She let you drop your forehead on her front and held the back of your head protectively. At that moment, you felt so at home. You felt like everything was right, that all had fallen into the right place. However, it was just your mind playing tricks on you. You didn’t have a home. You gave that up a long time ago. This was nothing but a mere illusion your lonely, depraved mind had made up to lure you into a faux sense of safeness and fooled you to let your guard down.

“Oh… detka…”

You sobbed at her words. The thick Sokovian accent, the anguish and regret, the pain and the pity she felt toward you were heartbreaking. She scared for you. She cared for you, and she hated herself for hurting you mentally and physically even when you said it was okay. It was almost as if she could read your mind, as if she could see the reason why you acted the way you did. It was like she had been through the same thing, and it damaged her just as much as it broke you.

This woman… This magnificent, young, and insanely powerful woman was breaking inside. All because of you. You couldn’t help but hating yourself a little for that. You only broke everything, and you were not so sure that you could forgive yourself if you did the same thing with such a beautiful being before you.

You couldn’t take it.

You knew, she felt it too. The click, when the two of you locked eyes for the first time on that floating city. You knew, it happened to her, too. Whatever you had been through, she understood. And with that, the chaos stopped for a second. The world became quiet for the first time in your short but miserable life.

Like suddenly, the sea stopped raging.

She felt that, too. And that was what brought her to you. The connection between you and her was visible.

Your voice was hoarse with emotion when you tried to speak, but you fought through it. The scratchiness was muffled with her warm skin. She didn’t mind. She could hear you in your head. Though, she did flinch when a puff of cold air hitting her skin. You never felt warm. That was the side effect of whatever happened to you. You never felt warm, until now. Until you felt her skin against yours.

“W… Wanda…” Testing her name on your lips, you were surprised that it came to you so naturally, so easy, like you had called out for her a million time, in a million different ways possible. “I’m okay.” You croaked out. And she nervously tightened her hold around you, not wanting you to waste your breaths. Her body language showed that she wasn’t used to physical affection, either. However, she didn’t seem like she was about to let go of you anytime soon. Knowing that she wanted you to stop, but you were just so stubborn.

 “It’s just… I spaced out. I forgot where I am. Sorry I scared you.” Your dry throat was killing you. “I didn’t know you would stay, and it isn’t like I have people in my bed every day to get used to it…” Drawn in a breath, you nuzzled her neck, trying to give her back some comfort she was showing you after cracking a joke at your own expense. It was something you did best. A coping mechanism of sort that didn’t seem to go away even when you’re free.

You tried to give her back… A sign of reassurance, that you didn’t mind her touch, that you were actually clinging on it to be sane. You wished she understood your silent plea. You knew she would. She was still in your head. She was still nesting around your brain, and with her appearance came the red wisps curling tentatively, helping you, listening to you.

“But I appreciate it a lot, Wanda… I had the best sleep of my whole life… But you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to feel bad.” You could see her frown directed at you, as if she was silently questioning: what do you mean? What are you trying to say? And you let out another humorless chuckle, knowing it would spook her, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You stated, a little bit too calm, too much like you have practiced it before, a million times in your own head: “I’m a monster, Wanda. You don’t have to be nice to a monster.”

If you weren’t sure that she was in your head then, you definitely could tell now, as her anger and sadness flooded your mind, soaked your bones, and drowned you along with it. You didn’t have to read her mind to know that she didn’t agree with you. Her power, without proper control, was attacking your nerves with her own grief. She didn’t like the way you were talking about yourself. And you weren’t sure if it was because she didn’t like the way your self-deprecating mechanism worked, or it was because she felt so related to that. Maybe it was both. You weren’t sure.

You didn’t say anything, not even to ask her about why she disagreed. Instead, you watched as she shook her head, her tone was all you heard, and it was soft, but filled with frustration: “You’re not a monster! You saved my brother! You…” She took a glance out of the glass box, where the silver hair man was still lounging with watchful eyes. She sighed deeply, tried to control herself before continued: “Please don’t say it like that… If your are a monster, then what am I?” Her tone dropped down to a whisper. The wetness sipped through the fabric that was covering your skin. You realized she was crying.

“I’m a monster, любимая (liubymaya), you don't know, the thing that I did..."

Darkness clouded her eyes just as fast as an unexpected storm. She acted as if she thought you didn’t know about what she did. She acted as if you hadn’t seen her past actions. She thought she was a terrible omen when everything she did was believing in an old saying: an eye for an eye. She was young and she didn’t know what was best. She was a far cry from a disaster. What she didn’t know was you were exactly something she despite – a horrible beast.

“You don’t know, the thing that I did…”

Wanda didn’t know what possessed her to open up about herself to you, but there was something about you… Something familiar, made her felt so safe. Ever since the incident that caused the death of her parents, ever since the day she and Pietro volunteered for HYDRA, she had been very wary with human interaction. But when she saw you… When she sought you as you were falling down, or when she woke up today, she felt like holding you was the best decision of her life, like everything suddenly snapped back to its place. She felt like happiness and sunshine made their way into her life again after more than a decade of swimming and drowning in a sea of depression.

Seeing you curled up, so small and fragile, somehow awoke the feelings she thought she had once lost. And she couldn’t leave your side knowing you were in distress, even though she had never been the type to cuddle with a stranger, let alone slipped and called them “baby” or even “sweetheart”. But with you? With you, everything came so naturally and effortlessly easy. With you, it felt so right.

But it soon turned into pain, and heartbreak, seeing you shy away from her touch. It turned into horror when she saw you shut down. It wasn’t even a day since the moment she met you had she learnt that she was completely, utterly, and helplessly falling for you, falling for the urge to protect you, to stop any harm that came your way, and she couldn’t help it. Something about you and the way she felt just clicked. And she couldn’t resist staying with you even when you wanted to push her away.

Wanda knew damn well that it wasn’t because of her magic and yours. She knew at the very start that you two shared the dark magic, but it wasn’t what made her feel so desperately wanting to reach our for you. It was rather because of your eyes that spoke to her. Eyes that held so many troubled thoughts and a wounded soul. Looking in your eyes, she saw clarity. Being near you granted her a sense of comfort even Pietro couldn’t afford to bring. She saw you. She saw you who was crying out helplessly behind the mask of an a-okay woman. She saw you, who was in desperate need of a hand to hold.

She saw through you. And she immediately knew that if she let you fall to your death, it would be her biggest mistake, that it would break her to a million pieces more if it was your body that she saw when her feet touched the ground. At that moment, a triad of vision shook her. All she could see was you. All she wished to save was you.

If anyone asked her before whether she believed in love at first sight or not, she would not be hesitant to tell them that they were delusional. But old saying had it clear: You would never know until you know.

You sighed deeply: “Wanda…” The attempt to put a distance between you and her was pointless. She didn’t allow it. Like she was scared that if she let you go, you might evaporate and float away. So you slowly laid down, pulling her with you for hands clung around you refused to move. Her head rested on your weakly beating heart. She mumbled incoherently, signaling that she’s still listening. You kept on speaking: “You’re not a monster. Not to me, anyway.” You smiled dryly. A dark memory flashed through your mind, and it was her turn to shut her eyes as if she had seen something so horrendous. As a matter of fact, it was. You were reliving the memory of you killing your parents, and every HYDRA agent that happened to be there, in your warpath. “Not everyone killed their parents when they had an episode. You are not crazy. Not like I am.”

At this angle, her wince was visible to you. You could do nothing but let your hands fall to your side, hoping that she would do the same and let you go, but she didn’t. You could feel her struggles. Her mind was screaming behind a flimsy wall she tried so hard to put up for your own sake. A surge of anger crawled upon you as you knew you were hurting her again. But her squeeze had a reassuring effect you almost wished it didn’t. If it didn’t, this wouldn’t be so hard.

“See…?” Said you, with a soft and airy voice, like everything didn’t affect you. “You are not a monster, Wanda, not to me, anyway.” Her squeeze turned trembling. You didn’t have the heart to stop it. “You were young, you were scared, you were frightened, and you were angry. But at that very low point of your life, Wanda, you chose the good instead of the bad. You are not crazy. Not like I am.” You showed her something else. You showed her another vision of yours. But it was not you as a child anymore. It was you the day you decided to destroy the HYDRA facility you were kept in.

You showed her how you obliviate everyone and everything with a single blast. There wasn’t even blood that remained. Everything faded to dust before your wrath and anger. Human beings, though good, or bad, though were cruel, or kind, all crumbled down like dirt when they came to contact with your own power. No one was left to tell the tale. No bones, no bodies to bury. You killed them all. In a matter of seconds. You showed her just how sane you truly were at that moment, how it was your intention all along. You showed her the differences between her actions and yours. You showed her the beast when it got out of the cage.

A huff escaped your lungs involuntarily. You averted your glance to the ceiling, where the gray concrete reminded you of the hallway in that hell of a place that tortured you for years on end. “I know you think that there is something to salvage, to save about me. I know. You think we are the same, but we aren’t. Wanda, your magic, your gift, and your inner compassion… they are gifts. I beg for you to not run from it, nor try to suppress it. You, dear Wanda, will be so incredible. You will show the world just how amazing you can be.”

You let her see what you saw. You let her see the vision you created in your head. Her – all mighty and powerful. Her – dressing in red, above everyone else. Her – her – and her, ruling the universe. You showed her just how magnificent she could be; The possibility of her future. And true to your words, she could be so much more.

“I wish I could see it one day… I wish I can help you…”

The sentence trailed to an end. You tiredly glanced at the sky outside, sensing her upcoming question: “What do you mean…?” A panic note hit her tone. “You are planning on leaving?” She lifted her head to look at you, but no matter how much she tried, you avoided eye-contact. You sighed. The smoke escaped your lips and lingered in the air for the coldness in the cell room. “Yeah…” Replied slowly, you did. “Yeah… to somewhere far, far away.” You concluded with a resigned note.

It made her frown. She knew you were very strong. The same magic core she had was also in you, but you wielded it with more practice, more power than she could ever manage. And there was something else in you, too. Something cosmic, something that scared her when she tried to push through to enter your mind. She knew, for she saw how you killed with ease in those memories you showed her. She knew, for she had never seen and felt someone like you in this big world. She knew she could never keep you stay if you wished to leave. She knew that you were only here because you were polite. She doubted even Thor could pull a punch on you. But a small part in her hoped that maybe you would change your mind.

Maybe… maybe you would choose to stay.

Maybe this could be your home…

“Don’t go.” She suddenly whispered, drawing your attention. She repeated, this time more urgent, clearer: “Don’t go.”

You smiled at her, a blank smile without happiness, without malice, void of emotion, but filled with something so painful. “I don’t belong here, Wanda. I can’t stay. I’m sorry…”

“Stop saying that!” She abruptly sat up with fire in her eyes. “You kept saying it like you don’t belong! None of us belong here! God! Even Thor found a home here and this is his second home aside from Asgard! You say it like you don’t belong in this world! You…”

She paused, gasping as realization dawned on her like a ton of bricks. She scrambled away from you in horror. Her tone filled with unwanted accusations. She couldn’t help herself. She pointed her shaking finger at you, who remained on the bed, still like a plank of wood. “You don’t even plan on being alive anymore!” She stared at you in disbelief and a wounded note in her voice. You knew you had slipped up. You knew she read your mind. She must have seen the thoughts of yours flashed back to when you were in the floating city. She figured out that you were about to jump down, but you couldn’t just leave Pietro alone, bleeding all over. When she came, your only thought was finally.

You planned on dying on the day you two first met.

The anger and fear she felt were affecting you. For some reason, you didn’t want to see tears rolling down her cheeks. You reached out, trying to comfort her but she batted your hand away like you had just betrayed her trust. She stared at you with a look of agony.

What she was feeling right then was so intense that you didn’t understand why. She had just met you, and you just met her. But there was this… Thing. There was this thing and it made both of you feel like you two had been soulmates for a lifetime. And that explained why you gravitated to her, why she was so emotional, so hell-bent too keep you, and why your heart was breaking when she cried.

“Why…?” Wanda asked.

You understood, that lying only hurt her more, so you aimed for the truth. “I’m dangerous. I’m alone. I can’t live with myself. I can’t deal with the traumas, the chronic episodes. And don’t get me wrong, Wanda. It’s not like I’m full of humanity. I don’t feel scared about HYDRA. I chose to let them try. I chose to let them hurt me. I had hoped for them to somehow kill me in the process, but they’re just weak. They were worthless. I didn’t stop using my power because I killed some measly rats. I killed my own family, Wanda. How can I live with myself?” Your voice raised a tone and it alerted the silver hair man, who then you knew, was Pietro – Wanda’s brother. He looked on edge, like he wanted to barge in, but he couldn’t. He didn’t have the clearance, nor the power Wanda had. She was left in here alone with you.

“I’m better off, Wanda. And the world is better off without me, without a soulless monster that finds no remorse in killing, that takes joy from others’ agony.” You let out a mockery laugh. “You see how scared your friends were. You see how they immediately considered me a threat. Even your brother out there can’t stand the sight of you being left alone with me when he knows full well just how capable you are. They are right to show concern, Wanda. They are right. I am a threat, and the less amount of time I’m here, the better, is it not?”

Whatever you were trying to say didn’t sit right with Wanda. She clenched her fist, then whispered-yelled at you, fully aware that Pietro was worried: “Bullshit! What’s with me isn’t a monster? You believe that don’t you? So why not giving yourself a chance!?”

She clearly couldn’t see the reason. You and she were different. She didn’t want to kill, but you went out for it like it was your second nature.

You shook your head and averted your gaze to the ceiling again: “We’re not the same, and it’s not that simple.”

Wanda grunted in annoyance. She gripped your chin, invaded your personal space and forced you to look at her. You couldn’t help but thinking ‘Oh wow… she’s so pretty when she’s angry’ when you saw eyes burnt with passion and frustration, making the green more vibrant, more pronounce. The sight robbed your breaths away just like that. You scolded your paralyzed mind to put it together, but she might have heard you anyway, for she smiled a little, but then stiffened her posture into sternness before speaking with finality:

“There’s nothing…” Her breaths fanned your cold cheek. Her face got closer. Close enough for you to see freckles of gold reflecting in her eyes. You couldn’t breathe with her being so close. If you moved, your lips would gaze on hers. You started to think that this was her intention to shut you up. “Nothing different between us.” Her grip on your chin tightened when she sensed your rebuttal, forcing your jaws to slack open a little. You were helpless in her hands. You were willing to be helpless in her hands.

“You have magic. I do, too. You have killed. I have, too. You hurt people, but not without a reason, just like you told me about my decision to side with Ultron: because I have the right to be anger. You do, too. You didn’t purposely kill your parents, just like I couldn’t keep the bomb to stop exploding and killed my own parents. What happened to you and I, was terrible. But the team can help you, I can help you. We can help each other. You will not go anywhere. You will not throw your life away! You hear me? You can’t just… It’s wrong!”

You stared at her in awe as she gave you the speech. The passion in her tone made you fight hard not to squirm. She was incredible… What a force of nature that she was.

“You saw it…” She said. “I did unspeakable things before. I hurt the people out there more than anything could, and they still accepted me with open arms. The team… I almost killed them all with my own grudge, and yet, they welcomed me. They might be a little skeptical at first, but soon, they will come around. We’re a family.  We will be your family. You’re one of us now.”

Her voice shook with emotion. “Let us take care of you, so you won’t feel alone… Let us help you through your depression. Let us… Let me help… Just let me in…”

You gulped as she looked at you with such longing. It’s only been a day and the effect she had on you was too much. Though your mind kept trying to reason with you, yelling at you to push her off of you, to break free and jump down the highest building to end this miserable life, your heart tugged at the strings, forbade you to do as such. It told you to surrender. It told you to give in.

And gave in, you chose.

You sighed for what a million times and closed your eyes, mumbling: “I’m too much of a burden, Wanda. I’m not sure if…”

“You are not!” She cut you off sharply. “You’re not…” This time softer: “Don’t be too harsh to yourself. We can make it through this, you and I…”

You nodded as she laid down with you after making sure that you had changed your mind and no longer fought her with every word, resuming her previous position with her arms around your body, and her head on top of your chest. She smiled brightly and victoriously, knowing you had given in.

“And you know what?”

You raised an eyebrow at her, questioning her wordlessly. She giggled; Her cheeks flushed with the prettiest rosy color.” You can’t die even if you want to. My brother is very fast. He can catch you anytime.” You rolled your eyes fondly, knowing that she’s trying to lighten the mood. You couldn’t help but think in your head: ‘not fast enough to outrun bullets, though. I’m faster.’ You laughed aloud when she whacked your shoulder. “Piet will be offended.” She laughed along with you. Your weird sense of dark humor tickled her more than Tony’s stupid snarky remarks, she figured.

“Furthermore…” She continued, speaking about Tony Stark… “Tony seems to like you very much. You’re officially his daughter by now. Congratulation for having a very rich adopted dad!”

“Wha…” You protested, not knowing what she was talking about.

Wanda grinned cheekily: “You happened to save a Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. He adores you, dear. Has been fighting with the whole team since we came back to let you out of here. Cap is acting like a prick, but Tony is having the upper hand now.” She added underneath her breath: “He has always been the biggest prick, that Stark. At least he’s doing something good for once.”

You frowned at her disdain toward a certain man named Stark. You thought she was on his team. How could she be in a team and fight for the world when she didn’t fully trust her teammates? But she kept on: “Speaking of, he’s coming. Don’t say a word about running. He might cry.”

She teased.

You groaned: “God… What have I signed up for?”

“Nothing yet, but hopefully soon.”

#wanda x reader #wanda fanfic #The Avengers #wanda maximoff

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Needy Baby - Wanda Maximoff x Reader [Kinktober]

Summary: Wanda wakes up in the middle of the night, and is surprised by the contents of your dreams next to her. You don't mind that she can't wait until you wake up.

Warnings: (+18), smut with bottom!Wanda, top!reader, somnophilia, strap-on use, praising, creampie, first-time squirting, established relationship. | Words: 1.208k

A/N-> I wasn't sure how to write this kink, but I imagined they would have an agreement on the consent beforehand. Anyways, good reading everyone.

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Wanda shifts in bed, groping the mattress in search of you. You sleep deeply next to her, and you must be dreaming because you let her go during the night and she woke up once your warmth was no longer with her.

She knows it's late because it's dark, but cannot be that much, because she can hear the distant sound of the New Year's Eve party you both ran away from earlier after Steve started telling stories. The original intention was to make out, but after spending all day handling the preparations, you were both exhausted and fell asleep as soon as you fell into bed.

But now, seeing you sleeping so peacefully next to her, the buttons of your dress shirt half open - it was Wanda's work in the hall last night - the witch can't help the direction in which her thoughts fly.

She bites her lips, watching your chest rise and fall, and reaches a hand into your hair, stroking it and smiling when you sigh lightly, even in your sleepy state, enjoying her touch.

She moves closer, kisses your cheek and then your neck, studying every reaction of your body only to be surprised when you gasp slightly.

Curious, Wanda calls you softly. Once, twice, but all you do is sigh again, shifting on the mattress. Licking her lips, she traces a line across your face to your forehead, where scarlet threads leave your fingers for the magic to do the work of peeking out a little.

Suddenly, Wanda's mind is invaded by the vivid dream you are having. It's about her, not so surprising, but the content - the two of you in that same bed, tearing the sheets and breaking the wood as you thrust inside her, lost in her sighs and moans against your lips - leaves her speechless for a moment.

Wanda ceases her magic with her cheeks and body on fire. Her trembling hands help her steady herself on your waist, and she kisses your face and your collarbone as she makes a familiar hardness emerge from inside your pajama shorts.

Looking up at your still-sleeping face, she feels a warm wave of love and affection fill her chest beyond arousal. She sighs, sitting on your thigh as scarlet threads pull off your shorts, and she busies herself with unbuttoning the remaining buttons of your blouse.

You don't wake up, you must be so tired. Not even when she adjusts the toy at her entrance, and sinks down slowly, filling herself little by little and sighing breathlessly to the ceiling of the room, one hand firmly on the headboard - though a shallow breath escapes your lips. 

Wanda tries to go slowly. She can feel the stretch, the strap filling her completely in a back-and-forth motion that makes her legs twitch. But you, still trapped in your vivid dream, moan her name and she loses it.

Something like a whimper escapes her lips as she increases the speed, and the sounds of her gasping breaths mingle with those of the toy friction inside her soaked cunt. You begin to move as Wanda's hips lose their rhythm.

You know what is happening before you open your eyes, and Wanda bites her lips at the mischievous smile appearing on her lips once you begin to wake up. 

"Go back to sleep." She whispers affectedly, but you are already adjusting your feet in the bed, your hands moving up her thighs to her waist. "Babe." Wanda whimpers in a plea, but you open your darkened eyes at her, taking guide of her movements with a strong grip on her waist.

"Don't stop, I wanna watch you cum." You retort in a husky voice, forcing against her hips more roughly now, and Wanda lets out a needy squeal, bringing her other hand to the headboard. You gasp lightly - the toy is Wanda's favorite because it is enchanted and you can feel all of her. And now, you are very close to the edge.

You release your hand from her waist to her face, leaning in to kiss her. "You couldn't help yourself, could you, my love?" You tease in a low voice, using your free hand to draw circles on her clit with your thumb, making her whimper with pleasure. "So needy. You couldn't even wait for me to wake up to fuck you properly."

She arched her back, the movements of her hips failing as she reached her first orgasm, but you forced her down, sinking her into the toy again and making Wanda gasp loudly, but all you do is swallow the sound with your own mouth.

"Since you're so greedy, give me another one." You tease, thrusting your hips upward with force and speed. Wanda hugs you in desperation, moaning uncontrollably as she digs her nails into your back.

"Do riti! Oh, baby, je toho priveľa, prosím - bože, tak dobre..." Hearing her curse in Sokovian made you grunt affectedly, but she was being too loud and the party was still going on in the compound. You moved your hand to grab her face, meeting her lost look of pure lust.

"Be quiet, Wanda, you don't want everyone to know what we're doing." You tease against her lips, giving a particularly hard thrust that makes her choke. "Imagine if someone finds you being so needy. You can't even wait for your fiancée to wake up and to be dripping all over me." You punctuated your words with hard thrusts, and Wanda struggled to breathe. "Maybe I should fuck you in the living room so everyone will know that you only cum hard like this with me."

"Miláčik!" Wanda cries out affected, her body tensing before spasming uncontrollably, her hot cum squirting into your lap makes you moan affectedly, moving your hands to squeeze her ass and force it against you. Her walls squeeze your cock to your limit, so you let go, cumming and staining her walls white. Wanda moans deliciously in your ear at the sensation, and as you settle down, your hand caresses her back.  

"Fuck, that's new, are you alright?" You whisper hoarsely once you can breathe normally, and Wanda giggles against your neck, kissing the skin before turning her gaze to your face.

"You make me cum like that and you still worry if I'm alright." She teases brushing your lips together. "I'm more than alright, Y/N. Fuck, I can't even feel my legs."

You chuckle shyly, the sexual confidence that makes Wanda shudder dissipating into a kindly sweetness in your gaze and touch. "Glad to help, darling. You look beautiful on top of me, you know that?"

She rolls her eyes, her cheeks rosy as she brings her hands to her face. "You know what? I can't wait until we're married so I can wake up on top of you every day." She whispers before kissing you, and you smile against her lips, sighing a little as you are still able to feel her inside, twitching slightly.

"Do you want to go back to the party, or stay here?" You ask between one kiss and another, and when Wanda bites your bottom lip and begins to push you gently back onto the bed, you already have your answer.

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Dictionary-> Do riti! Oh, baby, je toho priveľa, prosím - bože, tak dobre (Fuck! Oh, baby, it's too much, please-Oh god, so good).

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My sanity was chipped away when I wrote chapter 4 💀 all because I woke up to "Elizabeth Arnett". Damn, I didn't know it could cut that deep.

Liek and subcripb or else!

#wanda x reader #the avengers #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff #The pain I have to endure when I saw 'Elizabeth Arnett' #fuck me 💀

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How am I doing? Oh, I'm fucking delightful.

Fuck.

#ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #I'm bad and I'm stuck in my mtfking habits #fucking hate writing at this moment #urgh

[i-rosemarie]

I have this theory that all slytherins are bisexuals, no exceptions.

I don't know if it's their energy

I don't know if it's their clothing style

Could be the eventual bad behavior? The sarcasm? The dark humor? The "don't fuck with me" face? I'm not sure

But look at all that BISEXUAL VIBES

Look at that girl OHMYFASGAHAYSHASHA

Yeah that one too

And of course

Oh my god

OH MY GOD

I CAN'T

Well I think it's not a theory anymore. IT'S A BLOODY THESIS

Oh and also me and all of you slytherins who are reading this 😝

Bye

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⋆ ·　　 𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖘&𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊 ──

Yes my love, I confess to you I am only here to break your heart in two The very flower you chose that day Its only task was to decay You see? When I watched your first bathing I only warned you with a lowered voice “Be wary of my river’s undertow It flows with water from the coldest source” Did you hear? And then I made sure You would always return You still know of dawn But you always return When you hid under my black wings They couldn’t have protected you from anything Once in flight they would have let go You would have once again wound up below Only broken Indeed, it’s wrong to keep you near me One could call me cruel and deceiving But in your sacred air I am full of light Your loving arms are the true delight To which I’m lost And you’ve noticed it There is something right here You have come to love, yes you’ve come to love What you always will fear Yes, my love, I confess to you I’ve nothing but the means to break your heart in two My part in yours may seem important now But with every spring it will seem so small Just for now I am your fall I am your fall

Tamino, Persephone

Emma D’Arcy as Hades Olivia Cooke as Persephone

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I don't even understand how Jess/Lyne, Taylor/Amalia duos could pull their scenes off considering how beautifully distracting their eyes are as they have to gaze dreamily toward each other like that...

I personally would never survive if I'm looking into Lyne's baby blue eyes as well as the Caribbean ocean that is Amalia's 🥲

#talder #motherland fort salem #sarah alder #tally x sarah #lyne renee #jessica sutton #amalia holm #taylor hickson #i'm obsessed #save my ass

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A Theory about Soul Link between Sarah Alder and Tally Craven

Theory: Sarah Alder and Tally Craven [Soul Link]

It was brought to my attention that Tally's exceptional gift of preceding the future might be unlocked by the link between her and Sarah Alder.

In season 1, Tally was just a mere knower. She was gifted as a knower, but her sight was very common, not so very unique. She was able to see the Work, but not so clear, not so vibrant. But in season 2, after she linked herself with Sarah Alder - The most powerful witch in the world at times, her Sight is thriving like vines.

She's been able to not only read Sarah's memories, but also shared her strength to boost her own power.

After the link, and after the severed, they somehow still connect. Sarah knows exactly where to find Tally. The latest episode has indicated that quite clearly. And Tally can sense Sarah's presence even before she could see Sarah's face.

I'm quite convinced that Tally Craven's power was cracked open and fueled by Sarah Alder, unintentionally, of course. And with that, Tally Craven becomes the prophetess like she is right now.

I don't know if it's true. But if it is... Well, it would be very interesting. And the fact that Sarah Alder never truly died, but fixed by the Mycelium and powered by the Mycelium, it makes her even stronger, maybe that's why Tally could see so far ahead into the future where Raelle and the Witchbomb destroy the world?

And if it's true, I wonder what would happen to Tally if Sarah truly dies...

#motherland fort salem #talder #sarah alder #tally craven #MFS #raelle collar #abigail bellweather #Sarah Alder x Tally Craven #tally x sarah #theory #wlw #soul connection

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shipping tally with everyone (pt 1/?) - TALDER

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Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022)

[i-rosemarie]

Only kiss me, when I’m asleep

A/N: not proofread, fluff, bit of angst ig but not really, enjoy :)

Summary: Wanda and you are both on the team. You have feelings for her, feelings you don’t want do act on but it’s really fucking hard. So, all you do, all you dare, is give her a kiss on the forehead when she is asleep. What if one time though, she is not actually asleep….

Request: No

Warnings: cursing, slight making out

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You couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts were whirring around in your head, and they made it impossible to find peace. With a final huff after turning in your bed for at least two hours, you finally gave up. Moving to sit up, you grabbed a sweatshirt and made your way down to the kitchen. If you couldn’t sleep, you could at least have a drink.

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[i-rosemarie]

The Truth by Liquor

PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: In which, you're only nice when you're drunk apparently.

WARNINGS: Avengers being cute. Jealous!Wanda. Reader seems like an asshole. Sorry to everyone the moment Reader drinks though. Personal space? We don't know her.

NOTE: This is was inspired when I was tipsy the other night <3

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"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

Wanda quietly sighed at your curt reply, watching you turn around and walk off. She shouldn't be so surprised. After all, you've never accepted an invitation of hers to go out. Even something as simple as grocery shopping, you turned down.

The lack of interest on your end would make Wanda think you hated her if not for the fact you treated the entire team with this icy, distant behavior. 

A part of Wanda understands. Your recruitment into the Avengers was involuntary. You had been a peaceful civilian, living your quiet life when some psychopath disrupted your life, bringing your secret out and the Avengers in.

Everything in your life had changed in one moment, and Wanda understood better than anyone what it was like to lose everything. It didn't mean you didn't gain anything out of it.

The team was constantly trying to make you feel welcomed and grow closer to you, perhaps out of guilt, but it was still something. But it was clear from the constant rejection that you preferred your solitude. There were no movie nights with you, no eating together, no outings.

The most they got out of you was doing training and missions together. You had their back, that was sure, but you had no desire to open up to them. 

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"It's Steve's birthday next week." 

"Okay."

You had said the word so flatly that even Wanda had to wince in the distance. She was trying not to eavesdrop on Natasha asking you to partake in the celebration of Steve's birth, but it was rather hard when she was so curious.

"So, we'd like it if you joined us."

"Thank you but I'll be busy. Tell Steve I wish him a good one."

Wanda wasn't surprised; she had stopped hoping for your acceptance to any events long ago. 

"That's great, but un-busy yourself," there was an edge to Natasha's voice that Wanda rarely heard, and she felt herself getting the secondhand shame as if she'd been the one that was getting scolded.

"Steve literally saved your life on the last mission and had been the one to fight for your choice from the beginning."

Wanda could practically picture your jaw clenching in anger. No one really talked about it, but it was clear from the start there had never been a choice for you. It was being with the Avengers or becoming government property. At least with the Avengers, you had some semblance of freedom. 

To Wanda's surprise, she could hear you sigh quietly. 

"Alright. I'll be there. Are we bringing gifts?"

"Yes, I can send you a list of things you can get him, if you'd like."

"That'd be helpful, thank you."

"Alright," Natasha gently said, and Wanda could picture her giving you a soft smile. "We'll see you—" Wanda heard a soft click of the door. "—there."

When Natasha came in, Wanda tried to look busy bustling around the kitchen, but it was clear the redhead saw through her.

"Well, I've achieved something that no one else on this team has. I deserve the Nobel Peace prize," Natasha gave her a wry smile, and Wanda laughed.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Who's to say this won't blow up in your face?" 

Natasha shrugged. "She's...cold but I don't think she'd do anything on purpose to ruin Steve's day."

Wanda merely shrugged because she doesn't know you. She wanted to, but it's hard to get closer to someone who moves further when she tries to move closer. 

Wanda tapped the counter softly, wondering if she'd get a chance at this party.

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The party was exactly as Wanda pictured it'd be. Tony pretended he didn't care about Steve often, but it was clear that he did by how extravagant the party was.

It was still only the Avengers team and other people that Steve had come to know here and there. But by the end of it, there were only the superheroes left. 

You had been distant and quiet the entire party. No one had been surprised, and many had come up to try to engage you in conversation. You were polite and responded, but it was clear you had wanted to leave long ago. 

Wanda hadn't attempted because she doesn't think she can take any more rejection from you tonight. 

Steve had thanked you sincerely with a smile for the new leather jacket and the various candies from the 40s that definitely would've required some deep digging to find.

You merely nodded with a terse smile that had Steve quickly moving along to the next gift. 

It was a wonder that you were staying so long, and Wanda wonders if it's because of Natasha or if you were genuinely trying to show Steve that you were thankful. 

"So," Tony started as he had a champagne glass in his hand, and everyone settled into their seats, starting to line up the board games for the night. "What's your problem with us?"

It was like an asteroid just hit the room, which might've been preferable to the awkward silence that followed after.

You looked taken aback slightly.

"Problem?" You quirked your brow at the billionaire. 

"Yeah," Tony nodded after swallowing. "Have we done something to personally wrong you? Other than the whole bringing the psychotic villain to your work and then fighting with the government over you. In our defense, we couldn't control where that guy would crash into."

You stayed silent, and Wanda desperately wished she could read your mind if not for the fact she knew it was invasive, and you'd know.

In the end, you don't respond to Tony's question other than a mere shrug and saying you didn't have a problem at all, which no one believed. 

The night progresses, and you don't participate in any board games but watch in mild interest in the background. You had been sipping on the fresh batch of punch Clint had made, and Wanda found it strange. You had been sipping on water the entire day, so she wondered why you had decided to suddenly drink. 

Wanda was sure you'd have left long ago, and no one would fault you for it. Natasha would've let you off the hook hours ago. You hadn't participated in their laughter or anything, but you were still there.

"This is super weird, right?" Tony whispered conspiringly as he leaned in to say it and looked in your direction. "She's never stayed this long before. I mean, she's not being a part of the group or anything, but she's here."

Steve just cautiously looked over at you. He wished you'd just come and join in on the fun, but he also didn't want to push your boundaries. 

"I've never seen her drink before," Bucky said thoughtfully. "Like, ever. Not at any public events or even on a random night here."

Natasha was staring at you, too, from the corner of her eye. Your eyes were hazy, and she could bet if she touched your cheeks, they'd be warm.

"Clint," Natasha turned her attention to her left. "Did you tell her that you put soju in this round of punch? You kept it alcohol free earlier because there were a couple of pregnant women here, right?"

"Oh, I mean, I said it, but I don't know if she was listening since she was kind of far from us when we were in the kitchen," Clint said thoughtfully. 

Everyone was doing the mental math on how many glasses you had since Clint made the new batch. 

"Is she...drunk?" Tony's eyes sparkled. 

Everyone turned to look at you, and the sudden movement caught your attention as you looked back at them. You seemed embarrassed being looked at and sipped at your drink harder. 

"Hey," Tony's voice was dripping with honey. "Why don't you come join us for a game?"

Everyone waited with bated breath.

"I don't know how to play," you finally said, chewing on your straw. 

"That's okay, we can teach you. You can come and watch closer for a round, and we'll explain it, and you can join the next round," Tony tried to say patiently, but he was obviously eager. 

Wanda was shocked to see you mull it over before nodding. She watched you stand and make your way to sit down next to Tony since he was the one waving you over. 

Her heart fluttered with excitement as she was sure everyone else was too. 

They all tried to play it cool, but they could tell you were much more relaxed with your posture as you watched them play the game, and everyone took turns explaining the rules and the moves they were making.

Eventually, you joined the next round but playing it made you seem more stressed than when you were just watching. So, even though you won that round, you opted to not play anymore but still remained with the group.

"Hah! Take that, capsicle," Tony cackled while Steve rolled his eyes. 

Tony was about to continue gloating when he froze, and everyone else froze too.

You had adjusted, scooting closer until your side was pressed up against Tony's and leaning your head on his shoulder. 

"Oh my god," Tony whispered, staying upright stiffly. "Oh my god, oh my god. Is this really happening? Someone take a picture. FRIDAY, take a picture."

Everyone had their mouths agape slightly, but you didn't seem to notice as you stared at the board. 

"This board game is really long," you finally said. 

"We could play something else," Natasha suggested, and she locked eyes with Tony as if they were trying to debate if they were hallucinating. They turned to Wanda, who looked partially offended but shrugged and looked back at you.

Wanda stared, a little regretful that she hadn't been the one to wave you over to sit next to her. You had caught her gaze briefly, giving her a small smile that surely Wanda was sure she’d imagine. You? Smiling at her? But Wanda’s cheek warmed nonetheless. Crap, why was she so desperate to have you like her?

"Do you have a game that you like playing?" Steve asked, trying to not gawk. 

"Jenga?" You said as if you were unsure yourself. 

"I have Jenga! Someone go grab it," Tony said as they all looked at him. "What? I can't move. This is like having a picky cat finally choose to sit on you, and it's forbidden to move. One could argue it's illegal."

Natasha rolled her eyes as she got up to get the game and returned while everyone else packed up the game. Well, everyone except Tony. 

You seemed more enthused about playing Jenga, lasering your focus when it was your turn. The strangest part was how you'd go back to laying your head on Tony's shoulder when it wasn't your turn. It made everyone curious if you had a crush on him and it was driving Wanda insane. She was trying to not glare at Tony because why him? But Tony was smiling at her as if he knew some kind of secret.

That theory of your crush was quickly debunked when things began to get more intense in Jenga, and the pieces were starting to get difficult to move. 

You had decided that where you were sitting was no longer optimal for your chances to win and abandoned Tony as you moved around the table. When you decided where the perfect spot was, it had turned out to be where Natasha was seated. She was about to make room for you when you decided her lap was more convenient. 

"I’ll be talking about this abandonment in therapy next week," Tony said dramatically.

You stumbled a little, nearly falling off, and Natasha had to put her hands on your waist to steady you. You paid no mind to it as you perfectly picked a piece to move and put on top, a victorious smile on your face. 

Natasha thought that'd be it. You'd get up and move back to Tony or back to your own seat, but you stayed. Clearly, you decided this was the best place to be for at least a couple of moves. 

You leaned back against Natasha, swinging your arm around her as you rested your head atop of hers. 

"Are you feeling okay?" Natasha asked worriedly, unable to move her hands away and actually having to wrap them around your waist as you sat in a way that if she didn't, you'd slide right off her lap and onto the floor. 

"Yeah," you turned to her and gave her a bright smile that almost made Natasha quit the game just so you could have a better chance of winning. She looked over at Wanda and smiled apologetically, but Wanda just sighed with a deep frown as she took the next piece out rather aggressively. 

Wanda tried to think about when it was that she might’ve developed a crush on you. How was it possible to develop a crush on someone who constantly turned you down? Maybe it was because despite how the both of you always knew the answer would be no, you always stopped to listen to Wanda fumble through the words of asking you to tag along somewhere. You always let her finish with patience and turned her down more gently than when you said no to everyone else. 

When it was Natasha's turn, she was about to choose whatever block was in front of her, but as she reached for it, you grabbed her hand.

"No," you whispered loudly. It was hilarious if you were going for quiet and secretiveness. "You can't choose that one."

"Oh?" Natasha said amusedly. "Which one should I choose then?"

You continued to hold Natasha's hand as you hummed.

"This one," you guided her hand to one that looked much more stable to pull out. You were eager and smiling at her, clearly wanting to be helpful.

Natasha thought you were so adorable. So unbearably cute...until she pulled out that piece and the Jenga tower crumbled. 

You burst out laughing while Natasha and everyone else looked flabbergasted. 

"Why you—" Natasha started to say, about to tickle you when you jumped out of her lap and went to hide behind Steve and Bucky. "This was sabotage!"

You giggled. "Yeah, I don't think I could've won when my turn comes. Had to secure my victory another way, you know?" 

"No, I don't know! I am an honorable player," Natasha huffed but smiled. 

"Nice guys finish last, as they say," you said sagely, and everyone laughed. You had a sense of humor, and everyone was confused about why you wouldn't show this side of you when sober. 

You clearly did like them. No amount of drinking could make you get along with people you despised. If anything, the alcohol would've given you the courage to start a fight. 

"Alright, let's take a break from the games and watch something," Steve looked over at Bucky, who was looking back at him. 

You were so close to them with your chin resting over Bucky's shoulder to see and your hand resting on top of Steve's on the ground, but you didn't seem to notice. 

"Alright, I'll go set something up if you guys clean up the mess here," Natasha offered. "Any preferences on what we watch?"

Everyone turned to you, and you turned to Steve since it was his birthday.

"You choose. I haven't really caught up with what's new," Steve smiled at his joke, but you stared at him pensively. 

Steve didn't really seem to care for movies. He certainly didn't mind them, but you were too antsy to sit silently through a film. 

"Extreme couponing." 

Everyone was stunned. 

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"This is so...disturbing."

You chuckled at Steve's crinkled brows. 

Wanda was trying to not hyperventilate. The seating arrangement ended with Wanda at the edge, you next to her, Steve next to you, and Bucky next to Steve.

It was rather crowded on the couch, but that was because you had started with sitting normally. Then, you had moved to resting against Steve and playing curiously with Bucky's robotic hand on Steve's lap.

Now, you were laying your head in Wanda's lap, legs sprawled over Steve's lap, toes bumping into Bucky's leg. 

"Why would anyone need 40 bottles of detergent? Why does she keep getting more when it's going to take her about three years to finish the 40 she has now?" Steve was genuinely disturbed. 

"It's an addiction," you grinned, and Wanda could feel it on her leg and refrain from twitching. 

"It's hoarding," Steve shook his head, and Bucky snorted.

"Hoarding is an addiction, Stevie." 

The bickering went back and forth while Wanda idly wondered how long this drunken state of yours would last. 

You had continued to drink the punch as the night went until Natasha finally cut you off as much as she was also enjoying your newfound friendliness. 

You had your hand resting in front of you as you lazily stroked Wanda's thigh you rested on, moving your hand down to caress her leg and calf. The entire thing gave Wanda shivers and goosebumps on her arms, but she forced herself to not move with all her willpower.

Tony's stupid words wouldn't leave her head that you were like a cat and moving was forbidden because if she moved, what if you moved away?

Everyone has taken some liberties in reciprocating your touchiness. Tony had rested his head against yours, and Natasha had held you while you were in her lap. Steve currently had his hands on top of your calves that rested in his lap, while Bucky had his normal hand over your toes to keep them warm. Wanda honestly wished she could swat their hands away. It was honestly more irksome that the two soldiers could tell she was annoyed with them but kept their hands where they were.

But Wanda had been too nervous to try to touch you back. She wasn't sure what to do at this point.

Should she try to stroke your hair? Should she rest her hand over your shoulder?

The thoughts were making Wanda jittery and also frozen with too many choices that weren't really hers to make. 

Eventually, lying down seemed to be putting you to sleep, which wasn't what you wanted. You sat up, cuddling into Wanda's side with your legs pulled into yourself, and curling your arm around hers. 

Admittedly, this was so much better since it was finally just her turn for your attention and her turn alone. But she was also more jittery than before.

"You always smell so good," you sighed contentedly.

"Huh?" Wanda bumbled ungracefully while everyone tried to not laugh aloud. "Oh, thanks."

"Like, you always smell like cinnamon and something else," you pondered and then stuck your nose right into Wanda's neck and sniffed. 

Wanda was sure she was going to die right then and there. Simply perish. 

"Oh, like citrus!" You were pleased that you figured it out and went back to rest your head against her shoulder. 

Wanda glared at the rest of them as they all smiled teasingly at her. 

"Did you have fun today?" Clint asked, and you nodded.

"Yeah, I'm glad I went."

"Do you usually want to go when we ask you out?" Natasha asked next, and you seemed to ponder answering as you tapped your finger against Wanda's inner forearm.

"Yes," you decided to admit. 

"Why don't you?" Steve asked softly. "We'd like to hang out with you more."

You shrugged. "I get nervous."

"Nervous?" Bucky tilted his head as he looked over at you.

"I'm not always like this," you said, and it was the first time that everyone realized that you were aware of how friendly you were being. "Most of the time, I'm nervous. I'm quieter and don't often like doing things like board games, shopping, or whatever usually requires too much brain power or socializing. I'm boring."

"You're not boring," Natasha insisted while Tony hummed, and she elbowed him in the ribs roughly so that he coughed. 

You gave her a sweet smile but shrugged. 

"I am most of the time. I feel bad you have a new teammate that's not as exciting as the rest of you are. I feel like I should say sorry that I don't have some traumatic origin story, and I was just a regular person with these powers that I rarely used."

Everyone actually chuckled. 

"We don't mind. We thought you genuinely hated us for having to be here," Natasha crossed her legs. 

You looked genuinely confused at that. 

"Huh? Why would I hate you guys? I mean, it's not all rainbows and sunshine, but I like it here."

Wanda hummed thoughtfully. You were just a homebody and shy, and it was coming out all wrong when they asked you out. 

Eventually, people began to call it a night until just the two of you that remained on the couch, extreme couponing still playing. 

"Are you tired?" You asked. 

"No," Wanda answered quickly. 

You smiled as you sat up and faced her, and she turned her body towards you. 

Wanda was probably the person who often attempted to get closer to you despite how cold you had been. She had been alone, known that feeling, and didn't wish it upon you. 

You tugged at Wanda's hand until her cool palm cupped your cheek. Sighing adorably, you leaned into her hand before you moved forward, completely invading Wanda's space as you hid your face into her neck.

Wanda felt her heart pulse uncontrollably. This was so unlike you, and Wanda had been convinced just hours ago that you hated the entire team. The only thing Wanda could think in her head was, 'What do I do?' over and over. Should she hold you back? Was that taking advantage of you? But Wanda knew if she didn't reciprocate, you were just going to the next person to be touchy-feely with, and that was the last thing she wanted. 

It didn't matter that everyone else had gone to bed. 

It was most likely that Natasha was actually still up and in the training room. 

"I said no to you because I was nervous about something else," you quietly admitted. 

"About what?" Wanda whispered. 

"You make me nervous," your hand flexed in hers, unaware you were just repeating what you’ve said earlier. 

"I don't think you're boring," Wanda insisted, and she could feel you smiling.

"I know, you're as boring as me," you smirked, and Wanda would've been offended if it wasn't so true. She was more inclined to be a homebody with you, and she had a feeling the two of you meshed well together. Any outdoor activities could easily be agreed upon. After all, she could understand liking to take walks but having no desire to climb Mount Everest. 

"Then?" Wanda nudged at you.

"You make me nervous," you simply repeated like this time, Wanda would magically understand what you were trying to say. "And if I get too nervous, it's harder to control my powers."

"I think that'll just go away with time," Wanda blinked.

"I don't know. You're really pretty and I don't think that's going to go away."

Wanda felt her heart jump at the words and felt the tips of her ears burn.

Oh, god, she thought. Drunk you was too smooth and honest.

"I'm really tired now," you yawned, and Wanda felt the disappointment creep up on her. 

"Oh, right," Wanda looked at the clock. "It is pretty late. We should get some sleep. You're probably going to be a little hungover tomorrow."

You nodded forlornly as if you knew you would be miserable in the morning. 

"Okay, do you want to sleep in my room or yours?"

The question shocked Wanda. 

"Uh, what?" Wanda stumbled again. 

You tilted your head at her. "I can't sleep alone when I'm drunk. If you don't want to, that's okay. I think I can probably hop in bed with Natasha, or maybe with Bucky and Steve," you said thoughtfully, but it seemed reluctant as you felt like Bucky was a blanket hogger. 

"No, no," Wanda said quickly. She wouldn't mind Bucky and Steve, but if you hopped into bed with Natasha, there'd be no telling how long Natasha could reject your drunken advances before she'd give in to your need for any physical touch you asked for. "We'll sleep in my room."

"Okay," you yawned again as you got up and pulled Wanda along. 

You led her all the way, and she was surprised by your tenacity to still brush your teeth and wash your face before you rummaged through her closet unabashedly for sleeping clothes. 

When you finally climbed into bed, Wanda heard you moan contentedly at the cool sheets but still snuggled up to her. You pulled her arms over you and hummed. 

"Goodnight," you mumbled sleepily.

"Goodnight," Wanda mumbled back perplexedly, cautiously tightening her hold on you.

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Wanda woke that morning to you lying on your back, staring at the ceiling, mortified. She was surprised you remained in her bed as she half-expected you to disappear long before Wanda woke up.

Her sudden movement alerted you to Wanda being awake.

"This is why I never drink," you groaned quietly and sighed with a frown. 

Wanda couldn't help but chuckle. She risked it and moved her hand under the blanket to find your hand. She was glad you still seemed open to physical touch and held her hand back. 

"Are you still nervous?" 

"Yes," you admitted. "But I'm more reluctant about my impending doom when we leave this room."

"You want to stay here forever?" Wanda jokes, and you turned to look at her with a sparkle in your eye, and it was...everything Wanda wanted. Wanda hoped she'd never see that cold side of you again, and if she did, she at least knew it was because you were anxious. 

"At least ask me dinner first before you try to keep me in your bed, Maximoff."

"I have, numerous times actually."

You actually let out a laugh and squeezed her hand. "Sorry. Can we have dinner together today?"

Wanda smiled. "I should say no to you as many times as you have to me but I'll be nice and say yes."

"You'll go down in history for being gracious, Miss Maximoff."

The two of you chat quietly as you prepare for the day, and when you make it out and into the kitchen, everyone else is already there, and you stare at everyone awkwardly.

You're open to open your mouth and apologize for last night when they all grin at you.

"You better not drink if Wanda's not around," Tony grinned wickedly. "She's the jealous type."

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I’m Here

Summary: The public does not love Wanda, but you let her know just how much you care for her, in your own special way.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Spider-Reader

Genre: Lil bit of angst, but very fluffy

Warnings: Death threats, Wanda being sad (hurts me deeply), please let me know if there’s anything else!

Requested: yes/NO

Words: 2,997

A/N - I’m just clearing out my inventory rn, so here’s a super fluffy, slightly angsty fic with a green and blue Spider-Reader :) Also, I know I’ve already done stuff about online hate but she’s been getting so much of it from MoM that I feel she would want cuddles and fluff (this DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS)

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