#pietro still dies sorry

[ravenromanova]

Bad girl

Parings: Wandanat x Female Avenger

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Mommy kink, Daddy kink, Fingering, Edging, Bonadge, Orgasm denial, Oral, Nipple play, Mean Wanda, Overstimulation. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Summary: Wanda and Natasha need to give their neglected baby some attention

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You could feel the two sets of emerald eyes throwing daggers at you as you talked to their younger siblings. Your plan was working a little better than you had intended and you were just hoping they’d break soon. The plan was simple, flirt with pietro and yelena, get Wanda and Nat to give you attention like you’ve been wanting all week.

Your girlfriends had promptly been ignoring you for over a week now and it was killing you. Honestly you had no idea why they were being so cold towards you. So you did what you did best…scheme. And by the looks that both redheads were giving you it was definitely working.

The three of you were downing shots at the bar in between sharing your most embarrassing mission stories.

“No i swear i almost died that mission” You laugh at your own stupidity from your last mission as you down another shot. Pietro went on about how Clint “accidentally” shot him with an arrow during training and you lost it. You slyly put your hand on the blondes shoulder making his twin fume.

“I think you’ve had enough malysh” A thick sokovian accent flooded your ears as her hands came around your waist. Her hands squeezed your hips making you squeak a little as you turned to look at her.

“But im having fun” You try to protest earning a disappointed sigh from the redhead.

“I said you’ve had enough” She repeated herself lowly in your ear causing you to shiver. “Natty is already in the room waiting for us” Wanda took your hand and pulled you away from Yelena and Pietro despite your protests. Her cool rings her digging into the flesh of your arm causing you to struggle in her grasp.

“Heyyyyy!” You pout as she takes you away from your friends.

“Bad girls dont get to have fun” She pushed you into the room where Natasha was waiting on the bed. You opened your mouth to say something but she pushed you onto the bed before you could.

“Anything to say for yourself?” The russian asked kneeling behind you. Your senses were all kinds of fucked as you were surrounded by the two women.

The air in the room was thick with tension as you felt Natashas hands come underneath your shirt rubbing small circles on your stomach. Both of the women raised an eyebrow waiting for your response but you couldn’t find one that wouldn’t make them mad.

“I-I just wanted your attention” The words fly out of your mouth before you could stop them. “You two have been so distant and cold towards me lately” Both women look at each other as you speak and they truly felt bad for abandoning their princess.

“So instead of coming to us about it you decided to flirt with our siblings?” Wanda seethed feeling her guilt melt away and her anger take over.

You simply nod your head at her question feeling all kinds of stupid at your antics. You knew your girlfriends loved you and were probably just having a difficult time lately but you still missed them.

“You could’ve just asked detka” The russian husked in your ear kissing it softly. “But since you wanted to be a slut we now have to treat you like one” Her hands found their way to the hem on your panties making you shiver.

“I-I’m sorry daddy” You groan feeling her hand pull away from your core. “I’ll be a good girl” Natasha chuckled in your ear moving from behind you to lay you flat on the bed.

“Oh we know you will detka” She said softly giving you a sweet kiss before they ruin you. Wanda flicks her wrist and youre left naked on the bed. Both women kneel on either side of you slowly rubbing your soft skin making you burn with desire.

“Here’s how this is gonna go” Wandas voice broke you out of your thoughts. “We are going to play with you and you only get to cum when we say so and if you cum before we allow you to then you will be punished more than you already are okay?” She says gripping your chin.

“Yes mommy i understand” Wanda smiles at your submission and then uses her magic to tie your hands to the bed frame. The red tendrils buzzed against your skin and made you smile.

Wanda made her way down to your wet pussy and stopped right before she got to your clit. Your hips bucked against her hand when you felt her cool hands come into contact with your heated skin. She slowly licked a stripe against your pussy making you moan but ultimately she left you wanting more. She flicked her wrist again and started drawing circles against your clit.

“Oh fuck mommy” You mewl feeling the buzzing on your most sensitive area. Wanda smiled softly and you and gave Natasha a look that sealed your fate for the night. You felt the older woman move behind you and rest your body against her chest. Her slim fingers made their way down to your nipples and started tugging on them.

“Yes yes yes” You chanted relishing in the touch of your lovers. You felt the coil in your stomach about to burst at their touch. But it was soon cut off when Natasha stopped touching you and Wandas magic ceased on your clit.

“Did you really think we’d let you cum that easily? Bad girls dont get to have fun” Wanda repeated her words from earlier coming back up so your faces are inches apart.

“B-But mommy” You whine trying to pull her closer and she responded by smacking your mouth.

“Do not talk back” She reprimanded with a harsh tone making you sink back into Natashas hold.

“Oh come on dont be so mean to her Wands. Our little baby just wanted our attention” Natasha cooed rubbing your cheek softly to soothe the sting.

“Stop being so soft of the little slut Natalia” Wanda sneered giving the russian her signature death glare.

“No, she’s just our dumb little baby who didn’t know any better” The russian played with your hair making Wanda roll her yes.

“She’s still getting punished for being a slut” The younger of the two women flicked her wrist again and the your clit started buzzing again.

“Oh fuck” You throw your head back onto Natasha in pleasure. One of Natashas hand found home around your throat applying just the right amount of pleasure.

The coil in your stomach was about to snap again feeling Wandas magic on your clit. Wanda stopped the magic once more making you whine in protest.

“Please mommy please let me cum” You begged the witch making her shake her head.

“Now what’s the fun in that when you get so worked up by me not?” She asked and Natasha just shook her head at the younger woman. You felt a shifting behind you and then Natasha was the one between your legs.

Wanda shot the spy a look that read ‘what are you doing?’. Natasha simply shook her head and parted your thighs.

“Well if you aren’t going to fuck her then i will” She simply said shrugging her shoulders and started eating your pussy. Wanda groaned at her girlfriend and slightly outed that her fun was over. She always knew the spy had a soft spot for you and Wanda did too expect for when you fuck up.

“Always so soft on her” Her words sent a chill down your spine making you look up on her.

“That doesn’t mean you have to be” Your words made her tilt her head and raise an eyebrow at you. “I-I like it when youre rough with me mommy” You say trying to pull on the magical restraints but failing.

Wanda just smiled and wrapped her hand around your throat and her mouth came into contact with your nipple. “Yes mommy-fuck-“ You moan when you feel Wanda biting and tugging on your nipple.

“So sweet detka” Natasha praised sticking two fingers in you hitting your g-spot. You threw your head back feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re enduring.

“Hurry up and make her cum” Wanda hurried Natasha as she stared at the spy making her speed up her actions.

“R-Right there-oh fuck- yes daddy yes!” The moan ripped itself from your throat and the coil in your stomach snapped as Natasha hit your g-spot just right.

“Good girl” She praised bringing you into a heated kiss. The two of you moaned as you tasted yourself on her lips. Wanda was quick to pull you two apart and settled herself in between your thighs again.

The witch wasted no time in shoving three fingers in you making you scream at the burn. She kept her eyes on you the whole time as Natasha started leaving marks on your chest and neck.

“Oh fuck mommy please can i cum?” You asked feeling your second orgasm build up. Wanda smirks and then rips her fingers out of you causing you so cry out.

“P-Please mommy” You beg pulling on your restraints. Wanda clutches your face in her hand again forcing you to look at her.

“Who do you belong to?” She asked giving you another smack on the cheek.

“You and Daddy i-i belong to you and Daddy” You responded to her question quickly which made her smile.

“You better start acting like it” She said and you nodded obediently as she made her way back down to your pussy. Natasha was still leaving marks on your neck when Wanda shoved her fingers back into you.

“Cum you little slut” Wanda urged fucking into you at a hard and rough pace. The coil in your stomach was building up at every stroke of your g-spot.

“R-Right there mommy fuck!” You screamed feeling your orgasm rip through you. Wanda continued to finger you not caring that you were pleading her to stop. Her fingers worked relentlessly against your core. It all became too much Natashas mouth of your nipple while Wanda fucked you hard had you reeling.

“Too much Mommy s-stop please!” Your attempt at pushing Wanda out with just your thighs failed you when she used her magic again to tie your thighs together.

“Fight me again and you wont get to cum for weeks” She muttered against your clit while her fingers were still in you.

At a certain point you lost how many orgasms your girlfriends had pulled out of you alternating between who fucked you. But after what felt like hours they finally stopped.

“I’m sorry for being a bad girl” You said in the midst of a fucked out haze. Both women laid next to you and Wanda tilted your chin to look at her.

“We’re sorry for ignoring you malysh. We’ll do better.. Just dont pull that again little one” She gave you a sweet kiss and then rubbed your cheek softly.

“We love you detka” Natasha whispered in your ear as her arms snaked around your waist.

“I love you guys too” You said with a dopey smile on your face. The three of you fell into a comfortable silence just enjoying the soft kisses and touches they gave you. That night they promised you no matter what that they’d never neglect their baby ever again.

~The end~

A/n: Sorry i kinda rushed this one i wanted to make sure i posted this one tonight since i have a few more kinktober fics coming out and i dont wanna keep not posting for days at a time!

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[wandanatsthings]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐏𝐭 𝟐

Hey guys I'm so sorry this took so long to get out I hope you all haven’t lost interest lol. I wanted to take my time with this one because I just felt like my writing could be a lot better and I really feel like with this little one-shot or imagine or whatever you call it it has improved and I’d rather you guys wait a while for a more well written piece than to most more frequent and it be shit but anyways I hope you enjoy this I kinda just went all over the place with it so please let me know what you think. 

"Not Enough pt 1

Disclaimer: I used  “A few weeks” a lot to measure time in this but to give a little bit of an idea  it’s been a few months since Piet died (so like 5 months) and like 3 months maybe since reader and Wanda broke up. Also the age gap between Nat and Wanda is like 5 years. I cannot remember if I mentioned that or not. Okie I think that's it. 

P.S: I love it when you guys comment so if ya wanna I’d love to read them and If you have any questions about this fic like my thought process while writing please ask them!!

Warnings: Mentions past character death, grief, cheating, mentions of sex but not descriptive, angst, mental illness, break downs, lying. I think that’s please let me know if you see anymore. 

Relationships: WandaxNatasha, Wanda/ reader, platonic Bruce x Natasha, Platonic Bruce x Wanda

Summary: Not Enough Pt 2 

Word count: 4.1k (My longest fic as of rn) 

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Y/N Pov

It had been a few weeks since you and Wanda broke up. You had moved all of your stuff out of your shared room into a guess not being able to stand being in there after everything that had happened.

You weren't doing well. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't eat, all you could think about was Wanda.

All you wanted was her. It was still hard for you to grasp. You couldn't believe she had cheated. It still just didn’t seem like something she would do. Your sweet Wanda. The one who always made sure you knew how much she loved you no matter what.

The Wanda that never let you both go to bed angry, The one that would always tell you she loved you before going to sleep, Or on the rare occasions when you left the house without one another. So to say you were distraught that she did something like this was an understatement.

Either way, you didn’t want to see her. You had been avoiding her at all costs. You were doing a good job until you saw her in the common area of the compound hanging out with Natasha.

You had mixed feelings about the woman.

Yes, she was the woman that your girlfriend had cheated on you with, but you felt there was something off.

Natasha was a bit older than Wanda, not by much, only 5 years but still, you couldn’t help but think maybe the older woman had taken advantage of Wanda’s vulnerable state.

You didn't put much thought into it though.

you decided that you were no longer interested in hanging out in the common room after spotting the couple. In a hurry, you turned and went back to your room, completely oblivious to the fact that the younger redhead had noticed you. You missed the longing and regretful look that she had in her eyes.

Wanda’s Pov

I watched you as you went back to what I assumed to be your room. Even though I was the one to break up with you. I missed you, being with Natasha was no longer making me as happy as I thought. Especially after I found out she had lied to me about what happened during the mission when Pietro died.

It was a few weeks before You and I had broken up when she approached me in the kitchen after not leaving what was our shared bedroom for days.

FLASHBACK (of Natasha telling what “Happened”)

We had just finished watching my favorite sitcom, which Pietro and I used to watch all the time. You were doing everything you could to make me feel better, and even though I might not have been showing it, you were helping. I had finally felt well enough to sit in the kitchen for a while and have a snack, which was something I had been struggling to do. So Progress was being made.

As I was eating my snack of apples and peanut butter, Natasha approached me. We didn't talk often, but we weren't strangers to each other. I was quite fond of the fellow avenger. "Hey, how are you doing?" she asked as she took a seat next to me. "I'm doing better," I replied, smiling slightly, looking up at her.

"That's good. And how are you and y/n doing?" I found it odd that she was asking about our relationship, but I answered her anyway. "Um, I mean we're okay. We could be doing better, but considering the circumstances, I'd say we're doing pretty well," I said wearily. She looked at me and nodded.

"That's good. Knowing she killed your brother and all." she claimed with what I now know to be a look of “evil” on her face. What she said shocked me.

“Wait what? What are you talking about y/n didn’t kill him? It was an accident, she told me what happened.” I replied getting defensive not liking what she was trying to accuse you of.

“Yeah, but I saw it. Whatever she told you is a lie.”

“Well, what did you see?” I asked, curious to know what she had seen.

She then goes on to tell me how she saw you and Pietro that day in the field fighting bots. For the most part, she told me the same thing you did. Until she added the part where you started fighting each other. “And then they just started fighting each other, I don’t know why. Maybe Y/n got hit in the head or something and started to think that Piet was one of the bots. He tried to knock some sense into her but it just didn’t work and eventually, she pulled out her gun and shot him. I guessed he just wasn’t quick enough to dodge it.” She revealed.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Oh my goodness, Why wouldn't she tell me that? Why would she lie?” I cried looking for some sort of answers.

“I mean I don't know, think about it. Would you want to tell your girlfriend you killed her brother?”

What she said made sense to me, I could understand why you wouldn’t tell me but that wasn’t the relationship we had created. We were always very honest with each other from the beginning no matter what the circumstances were.

Heartbroken with the new knowledge I had just learned I still had one question.

“What were you doing? Why didn’t you stop them or help? Or something?” I desperately questioned.

Natasha shuffled in her seat a little before she answered me.

“I tried but I was busy fighting and helping get civilians to safety myself.”

I nodded at that understanding her reasoning.

END FLASHBACK

After our talk that day we continued getting to know each other more and more and I was drawing myself farther and farther away from you. I did feel bad about it but not bad enough to stop. I wanted you to feel the same pain that I felt when I thought you lied about what happened.

It wasn't until a few days after we broke up that Natasha's true colors started to show.

At the beginning of our relationship, Natasha tried to make me happy in her own way, much like you did. However, while you focused on letting me know that it was okay to feel my emotions and cry, Natasha often brushed me off and tried to distract me with sex. When I declined, saying that I wasn't in the mood, she would get irritable and act off for the rest of the day.

That’s what happened the day I found out that you were telling the truth about what happened during the mission.

FLASHBACK

I was having a bad day, which was as expected every once in a while. I knew some would be harder than others, but I had been improving and not struggling with basic tasks every day, today was an exception though.

All I wanted to do was stay in bed and watch the old sitcoms Piet and I used to but Natasha wasn’t having that.

All she wanted to do was have a beep. She kept begging me all day and getting pissy every time I would say no.

I was getting tired of it so I thought as a distraction now would be a good time to finally get my mission report done for that mission.

I had been given some grace given everything that happened but I wasn’t excluded completely.

I made my way down the hall to the conference room where everyone does their mission reports or papers of the same sort.

When I got there I saw a few pens and other unfinished reports scattered on the rectangular wooden table. I was going to let them be until I saw Natasha's report sitting there among the others. Curious about what she had written, I decided to read it.

Reading other people's reports wasn't forbidden but it was considered as an invasion of privacy, so I knew I shouldn't do it but I just couldn't help myself for some reason.

While I was reading the report, I realized that some information was missing.

None of the things she had told me that day were mentioned in the report. I was sure that it wasn't because she had not finished it yet. She never left the room until it was completed, and I knew that she would never lie in a report. That only meant one thing.

she had lied to me.

I was confused as to why she would lie to me, knowing that it would break us up. I knew the only way to know the truth was to ask her. So, I left the room with her report in my hands, forgetting about my report that needed to be completed.

I headed towards the training room, knowing that's where she would be. Before I approached her, I hid her report behind my back, not wanting her to know that I had read it just yet.

When I walked in, she was bench pressing. "Hey, can we talk?" I asked with urgency. "Can it wait? I'm in the middle of a set," she said, breathing hard. "No, it needs to be now, it's important," I replied, losing my patience.

She re-racked the bar, sat up, and wiped the sweat from her face. "What's up?" I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, not wanting to cause a scene. "Can you tell me what happened that day on the mission when Piet died again?" She looked at me and rolled her eyes. "I've already told you what happened, why do you want to keep hearing it?" She asked, sounding annoyed. "Because I just want to know the truth," I replied. "Well, I already told you the truth," she answered. I nodded, "That's funny, so what would this be then?" I asked as I pulled the mission report out from behind my back.

The look on her face was priceless," I thought to myself. "Where did you find that?" she asked with a look of guilt on her face. "It doesn't matter where I found it, what matters is why you lied to me!" I cried, hitting her chest with my hands.

She gently grabbed my hands to stop my attack and took a deep breath before explaining something I never thought would be her reasoning. "I lied because I wanted to break the two of you up. You both seemed so happy, even with everything, and I wanted to experience that for myself. I wanted to feel special. And I knew that if I lied, you would believe me because people who are grieving are more likely to believe a lie than people who are not."

I was shocked by what I heard and even more so to see her crying, something I had never seen her do in the year I had been living here. Even though what she did was severely messed up, I could understand why she would do it. We had similar life experiences, and in our lifestyle, what you and I had was rare.

While I could understand, I was still very upset that she would even do something like that and that I would even believe you would lie to me. All that was on my mind at this moment was you. I had to get to you and explain everything, even if you didn’t believe me and never wanted to speak with me again. It was important to me that you knew the truth.

“I have to go,” I sobbed, taking my hands out of her embrace. “I need to explain everything to y/n.” However, that thought was short-lived.

“No, NO! Please don’t leave me,” she begged as she walked me back into a wall. “I need you. I'll do better at anything. Everything, just please don’t leave me.”

I could feel her emotions through me, and they almost became too much. It felt so weird to see her like this. One of the most powerful Avengers, who I looked up to, was begging me on her knees to stay with her. It showed how you could have everything in the world, but if you didn’t have anyone to love or be loved by, you were absolutely nothing.

Feeling for her I decide to comfort her now and talk about everything else later. “Okay, okay I'll stay, I won’t leave I promise.”

END FLASHBACK

"I had been dealing with this for a couple of weeks.

Whenever I confronted her, she would break down and plead with me not to leave her. But after seeing the sorrowful look in your eyes as you walked past the common room, I couldn't bear the thought of you not knowing what happened any longer. So, I decided to talk to you. I got up, leaving Natasha sitting on the couch, and told her that I was going to the bathroom.

As I made my way to your room, I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest, and my hands were sweaty. When I arrived, I took a deep breath and knocked on your door."

Y/n Pov

I had just returned to my room when I heard a knock at my door. Even though I didn't feel like being bothered, I had to get up and answer it. To my surprise, Wanda was standing there, looking anxious. I was unsure of what she wanted, and even though I didn't particularly want to see her, it was nice to have her there. However, I didn't want to reveal that to her.

“Um, hi. What do you want?" I asked, curious about why she had come to my room. She looked down at her hands and fiddled with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers that I had always found endearing. Smiling at the memory, I waited for her response. "Hi, I was wondering if we could talk?" she finally replied, her voice shaking a little. "Why now? You haven't wanted to talk all this time, what's changed?" I asked, confused by her sudden request. "I know, but I need to speak with you. If after you hear me out, you don't want to speak to me again, I completely understand. I'll leave you alone. But please, I need you to hear me out," she pleaded, taking hold of my hands.

I decided to hear her out and stepped aside to let her in. As she passed by me, I caught a whiff of her flowery perfume and took a deep breath, remembering how her scent used to linger on my pillowcases. I gestured towards the chair in the corner for her to sit while I took the end of my bed. We sat in silence for a while until she finally spoke.

Wanda’s Pov

I was lucky enough to have you let me in. Now, it was time for me to tell you everything. I was so nervous. Despite having rehearsed everything that I wanted to say, I found myself at a loss for words now that I finally had the chance to.

Eventually, I decided to recount everything that had happened from the very beginning. I started with how Natasha approached me in the kitchen, and then to describe how she treated me and how I found out that she had lied, along with the reason behind it. I was afraid to hear what you would say.

"That’s everything that happened. I know that nothing can excuse what I did to you, but I need you to know that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said to you that day when I told you that you weren't enough. It wasn't true, and I regret believing her instead of you. I know there's probably nothing I can say to fix this, but I just need you to know that." I said with tears in my eyes.

You looked at me with an expression that I couldn’t read. What you did next surprised me though.

Y/n Pov

After hearing everything you had to say. I felt as if everything made sense. I was saddened to know that my assumption from earlier about the older woman had been mostly correct but glad to know that the woman whom I fell in love with was exactly who I thought she was. My sweet Wanda.

I got up and walked over to the chair she was sitting in and took her face in my hands. Whipping away some of the tears that had fallen from her green orbits. I looked into her eyes and said, “I forgive you.” By the look on her face, I could tell she wasn’t expecting that she quickly jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I creased her back as I felt her body shake with sobs. I continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear to calm her down. After a few moments, she was calm enough to have a conversation and I had some questions to ask her.

“I have some questions to ask you but first I want you to know that I’m glad you told me everything and that I don’t want you to blame yourself for what happened. Anyone would’ve been vulnerable and confused in your situation. You did the best that you could and I’m so proud of you for how far you’ve come since a few months ago and I want you to know what she did to you is not okay.” I didn’t expect a vocal reply out of her, however, I did feel her nuzzle her nose into my neck.

I continued with my little speech. “Now time for the questions,” I said while taking her chin in my hands to get her to look at me. “Did she ever force you to do anything you didn’t want to? You can just nod your head yes or no.” I asked, raising my eyebrow so she would know what I was implying. I see her shake her head at me. “Okay good, that’s good. Do you know what you want to do yet?”

She moved out of my embrace a little to sit up so she could answer. “Yes, I don’t want to be with her anymore but every time I try to have a conversation with her she breaks down like she did in the gym.” She cried. I thought for a few seconds before I answered her. “I have an idea but it’s going to be a lot, are you up for it?” She looked up at me and nodded.

Over the next few days, we talked over and over about what would be the best way to go about it. When we finally got it it was time to execute it.

Wanda’s Pov

Your plan had been brilliant, It was the best thing for everyone involved although not to get hurt but that still didn’t make this any easier. Even after everything that Natasha had done I still cared for the woman but this was the best thing for her. All I had to do was get her to Bruce and he would pretty much do the rest since you had caught him up on everything that had happened. Natasha was sitting in the kitchen drinking a protein shake when I approached her. “Hey, Tasha, I was wondering if you would come down to the lab with me. I need to grab something from Tony. He said it was something about “New and improved armor.” I asked, leaning against the counter trying to not show my nerves. “Yeah sure I'll come with you.” She answered, grabbing her protein drink off the counter to take with her.

When we got to the lab she opened the door for me. I walked in and my eyes met with Bruce. I searched his emotionless eyes with my nervous ones hoping that he could give me some kind of reassurance that this was the right thing to do.

As we walked in farther Bruce walked up to us with a blank look on his face. Natasha was the first one to speak. “Hey, Bruce. Tony said he had some new armor for Wanda?” I grabbed her hand to get her to look at me thinking I should be the one to break the news. “Um, actually Nat we’re not here for that, Bruce wanted to speak with you,” I explained gently, trying to keep her as calm as possible. “Speak to me? Speak to me about what?”

She was a little cautious about what was going on. I looked to Bruce for help, thinking he would know how to answer her better than I would. “I just want to talk, you know, checking in with how you're doing.” He answered her. “Well, I’m doing fine. I need to know what this is about and I need to know now.”

Not wanting to upset her more than I already have, I decided to just tell her. “Listen,” I said, taking her hands in mine. “I want you to know that there’s nothing wrong with accepting help. Even the strongest people fall sometimes.” She looked at me with worry in her voice and asked. “I- I what are you talking about?” “I spoke with him about what you told me in the gym and about everything,” I replied, almost holding my breath. I worried about what the outcome of this would be. “And he thinks that he has some things that can help you.” She looked at me with wide eyes before stating. “What I’m not crazy…I’m not crazy.” I quickly reassured her and said, “No one said you are not like I said it's okay to need help sometimes,” hoping that she would understand.

It seemed like she did as she took a deep breath and surprisingly agreed to hear Bruce out as long as I sat there and listened with her, I agreed to do that seeing as I did just surprise her out of nowhere with this. After we listened to Bruce talk about what would be her treatment plan. She seemed to be more comfortable with the idea.

When we were walking out of the lab she stopped. I turned around to see what was the hold up when she said something that I wasn’t expecting. “I’m sorry for what I did, Really sorry.” She said looking down at her feet. “And I want you to be happy, You deserve to be happy and I know that you aren’t that with me but you were with y/n and if you need me to explain everything to her I will but you deserve to be happy and be with someone who is just as amazing as you are.” She continued this time looking me in the eyes. I was shocked as to what I was hearing but not wanting to leave her hanging I replied. “Thank you for apologizing and I accept your apology. I do not need you to talk to Y/n but I do appreciate the gesture.” She nodded at me. “So I guess this is it?” You looked at her and gave a sad smile. “Yes it is, but I will be here if you need to talk and I want to be updated on how your treatment is going.” She smiled back at you and replied “I will keep you updated. Bye, Wanda.” “Goodbye,” I said as I walked away from her feeling sad but excited to go and see you.

When I finally found you, you were in your room reading some book that I couldn't see the name of. I ran into the room and jumped on your bed. You giggled and put the book down, then said, “I'm guessing it went well?” I nodded my head, smiling. “It went a lot better than I was expecting. Your plan worked,” I said. You looked at me, smiling, “I told you it would,” you said while scooting over to make room for me. As I was getting comfortable, I felt you staring at me. I looked up at you and asked, “What?” You blushed and replied, “Nothing, you're just really beautiful.” I surprised myself and started leaning up to kiss you. I went slow, not the perfect knowing if you were ready yet, but letting you know that I was. I soon knew that you were when I felt your lips on mine. I smiled softly as I broke away from the kiss. I then snuggled up in your arms, not certain of what we were in the moment, but sure of one thing: you are enough for me.

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The youngest Maximoff

Y/N: 6 years old Wanda: 18 years old Story: Wanda and her little sister move to the compound, though Wanda has to tell her little sister about their brother's death… ——————————————————

WANDA'S POV Y/N was only a newborn when the tragic accident happened and our parents died. Six years later we're moving to the Avengers compound… without another member of our family, my twin brother Pietro. It's been two weeks since he died and I still haven't told Y/N about it. I just don't know how. How do I tell a 6 year old that her brother will never come back?

"We'll be living here now?" Y/N asks with sparks in her eyes, watching the huge building in front of us.

"It's cool right?" I chuckle when I see her staring at the building with her mouth opened.

"It's so cool!" She squeals excitedly. "Pietro is there?" She asks, pointing at the building. I sigh, trying to stay strong for her and lift her up, sitting her on my hip. She's been in hiding the entire time, she has no idea what happened.

"I have to tell you something, sweetheart. We'll take our stuff in and then we'll have a little talk, okay?" I ask carefully, receiving a nod from my little sister. I take the one bag we have as we don't really have much stuff and walk towards the front door.

Y/N cuddles up to me as I carry her and the bag inside. We're greeted by Stark and Steve who are discussing something.

"There you are" Steve gives me a smile. I told him and Stark about Y/N. I'm not sure if they told the others or not, but I told these two as I need to take care of Y/N. "This is her?"

"Yeah" I nod. "This is my sister Y/N" I smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Honey, this is Steve and Tony" I tell her, pointing at the boys.

"Hi" Y/N mumbles shyly before hiding her head into the crock of my neck. She's always very shy when it comes to meeting new people.

"I'll show you your room" Steve smiles. I follow him through the compound with Y/N in my arms, playing with my hair. "I wasn't sure if you'd like to keep her with you or not, so that room is free to become Y/N's room" Steve says, pointing at the room next to mine.

"Thanks" I smile back at him.

"Okay. We're having dinner in an hour, so you two are welcomed to join" He smiles. I thank him again before walking into my new room.

Y/N looks around, mumbling about how cool and big the room is. I place our bag on the ground and sit Y/N on the bed.

"Where's Pietro's room? Can we go and say hi to him?" Y/N asks sweetly on which I sigh and sit on the bed next to her.

"Honey, I need to tell you something about Pietro" I start. I have to be gentle with her, but I just have no idea how. Y/N looks at me with her big green eyes, waiting for me to speak. "Y/N/N… Pietro won't be living here with us"

"Why?" She tilts her head in confusion. I take a deep breath before continuing.

"Because… he's not here with us anymore, sweetheart" I sigh, pushing back my tears.

"Call him to come" She says, her bottom lip trembling and her eyes filling with tears.

"I can't, honey" I whisper, a few tears escaping my eyes. "He's with mama and papa now… up there" I point up with my finger on which Y/N bursts into tears immediately. "I know, honey. I'm so sorry" I sigh, also letting my tears run. I take Y/N into my arms, rubbing her back and rocking her back and forth while placing kisses on her forehead as an attempt to calm her down.

"I want him to be here" She cries out into my neck.

"I know, my little monkey. Me too" I tell her, kissing her cheek. "Bring him back, Wanda" She cries out.

"Honey, I can't do that" I almost whisper, my response making her cry even more.

Y/N continues to cry for a long time, but I eventually get her to calm down. Now she's just sobbing in my arms, twirling her fingers around my hair which she always does when she's tired.

"Wanda?" Y/N mumbles. I hum, waiting for her to speak. She lifts her head up, looking at me with her tired puffy eyes. "You will never leave me, right?" She asks, her voice breaking.

"… I'll never leave you, sweetheart" I kiss her forehead and give her a smile on which she buries her head back into my neck, snuggling up to me.

"I love you, Wanda" I hear her mumble.

"I love you too, Y/N/N" I smile and kiss her head a few more times. "Are you hungry?" I ask, earning a quiet nod from her. "Let's change and go for dinner then"

I sit Y/N on the bed and take some shirt and sweatpants from the bag to change her into. I help her to change before quickly changing myself. I sit her onto my hip and carry her to the kitchen while she's just cuddled up to me.

We come to the kitchen and the team is already there, besides the ones who are on missions. My attempt to sit Y/N on the chair is immediately unsuccessful as Y/N's holding me for her dear life. I sigh, carrying her with me. I manage to prepare food for us and then sit her on my lap as she's refusing to sit anywhere else.

"And done" I smile, kissing Y/N's forehead as she just finished her dinner. "What would my Y/N/N like to do now?" I boop her nose with a smile, making her smile a little bit.

"Play with you" Y/N says, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"Okay. But only for a little bit, because it's almost bedtime" I smile.

Y/N nods, already running away. I swear the girl is quicker than most of the Avengers and she doesn't even have powers, so I sigh and start walking after her.

NATASHA'S POV I just stepped into the compound after a mission. I let out a sigh of relief as I'm getting closer to my room. But before I actually reach the handle of the door of my room, something crashes into my legs from behind. I turn around, finding a little girl on the ground surrounded by 3 teddy bears.

"Are you okay, little one?" I kneel to her, offering her a smile. The girl only nods, but I can see the tears in her eyes as she lets out a little sob. Why do we even have a child here? "What's your name, sweetheart?" I ask with a smile, trying not to scare her.

"Y/N" She mumbles, wiping away the tear that has fallen from her eye.

"That's a really pretty name, sweetheart. I'm Natasha" I smile. "What are you doing here alone?"

"I went for my toys, so Wanda and I could play" She explains… That must be Wanda's little sister. I've heard she had one, but never asked Wanda about her or saw her, so I suppose this is her.

"You need to be careful next time, детка" I give her a smile. (baby)

"But my teddy bears are so big and I can't see when I carry them" Y/N sighs, dropping her hands on her thighs dramatically.

"Would you like me to help you?" I offer, seeing her smile and nod her head. She lifts her arms up, so I stand her on the ground, but she pouts and keeps her arms up. I sigh with a smile and sit her on my hip, handing her one of the teddy bears and taking the rest of them myself. "Where are we going?" I ask the girl in my arms.

"Kitchen!" She orders, pointing at the direction the kitchen is.

"Kitchen it is then" I smile back and start walking to the kitchen.

"Natty, where have you been the whole time?" Y/N asks, kicking her legs.

"I had a mission, sweetheart. I had to kick some bad guys' butts" I tell her, making her giggle.

"Y/N/N, are you okay? I was worried something happened to you. You can't run away like that" Wanda sighs, immediately taking Y/N into her arms.

"I met Natty" Y/N says, pointing at me with her little finger.

"Nat, I'm sorry. You must be tired from the mission. Didn't she bother you much?" Wanda asks, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"It's fine. She's adorable" I smile at Y/N, giving her tummy a little tickle which makes her laugh. Honestly, Y/N's laugh is my favorite sound now. "I'm gonna head to bed now though, I'll see you guys later" I smile, handing Wanda the teddy bears.

"Bye bye, Natty" Y/N waves me, so I wave her back, telling her 'bye bye' too.

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Learn To Love Again - Chapter Twenty-One: Spanking Redux (Daddy Kink)

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: You have a hard time letting go. Pietro helps you out. An exploration of kink with Pietro Maximoff. Each chapter from chapter 2 onwards will be a different kink.

Chapter Summary: Your vacation is drawing to a close, and you decide to give spanking a second try.

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4634

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I've decided to stop apologising for the long breaks between chapters of this fic. I love this fic, but my mission has always been to update it sporadically, whenever I feel like. That hasn't changed.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, and have a happy New Year.

warnings for daddy kink (if you're not into that, I recommend you stop reading at the *** so you don't miss any plot), spanking, mentions of trauma/PTSD, nightmares, anxiety, maybe being a tad co-dependent, scars, mentions of past injury, using spit as lube, rough sex, neck grabbing, slut shaming, possessiveness, overstimulation, creampie

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Pietro had been acting edgy all day, so it wasn’t exactly surprising when you were jolted awake by a hand grabbing at your arm. You blinked, disoriented, as the world around you came into focus.

Your boyfriend was sitting upright, staring off into the distance, unseeing. His chest was rising and falling heavily. The thin strip of moonlight that fell from between the curtains was enough to see how pale he looked.

“Pietro?” you murmured sleepily, and he looked down at you suddenly, like he hadn’t realised you were there. His grip loosened on your arm at once, and he grimaced.

“I’m sorry, my love. Did I hurt you?”

You were tempted to say, “I’ve had worse,” but you had a feeling that that wouldn’t make him feel any better.

Instead, you said, “I’m okay. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Pietro…” Sleepiness had worn away at the tact you usually would’ve used in a situation like this. “What’s wrong?”

You understood that Pietro would tell you things in his own time. He would share his trauma when he was ready to share it. You knew all of this logically. That didn’t mean that it wasn’t sometimes frustrating. He knew everything about you, but you still felt like you’d barely scratched his surface.

And right now, you were tired, and you just wanted him to be okay.

He let out a little frustrated noise. “It’s nothing. Just a nightmare. Don’t worry about me.”

“Baby…” You stroked a hand up his forearm. His posture relaxed a little. “Lie down with me?”

“I…” He hesitated for a moment. “I don’t want to fall back asleep.”

You knew the feeling. Sometimes you had to stay awake long enough to chase the nightmare away fully before you could bear to go back to sleep. You understood that.

“You won’t. Let’s just talk, okay?”

He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he shuffled backwards so that he was half-propped up against the headboard. You supposed that was a reasonable compromise.

Wrapping both arms around him, you leant into him, squishing your cheek against his stomach.

“You can sleep,” he said softly, carding his fingers through your hair. “I don’t mind.”

“I’m not tired,” you lied. In truth, you just didn’t want to leave him to deal with his nightmare alone. “What was your nightmare about?” You felt his muscles tense against the skin of your face.

You were ready for him to brush you off, but instead, he said, “The usual. The night my parents died. The battle in Sokovia. The car explosion.”

His hand had drifted down to rest against the back of your neck. You could feel him tracing a scar there, the remnants of the damage that that explosion had done to your body. Tony had done an excellent job with the skin grafts, but your scars were still visible if you knew where to look.

“You still dream about that?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light.

“I dream about every time I almost lost you, or Wanda. It has happened… far too many times.”

You shifted so that you could sit up and look him in the eye. His hand fell from your neck, so you grabbed hold of it and guided it back up there.

Under the moonlight, you took in the sight of him. Although he looked nowhere near as exhausted as he had done at the beginning of your vacation, he did look sad. His eyes were glassy. In that moment, you wanted to destroy everything and anything that had ever hurt him.

“I dream about the battle of Sokovia too,” you breathed. “I barely knew you then, but I knew I didn’t want you to die.”

“I was a little bit obsessed with you from the moment I first saw you,” he said, huffing out a laugh. “It would be embarrassing if you weren’t my girlfriend now.”

“Really?”

“Really. I thought it was just a stupid crush that would go away with time, but then you had to go and save my life, and I knew I was screwed.”

You giggled, feeling suddenly very warm. His skin was hot everywhere it was touching yours. You pressed your lips to his. His free hand skimmed up under your vest to rest on the bare skin of your waist.

“For the record,” you murmured. “I thought you were an arrogant asshole when we first met. An annoyingly sexy, arrogant asshole.”

He tipped his hand back to look at you again, a half-smirk on his lips. “And now?”

“Now? Now you’re my annoyingly sexy, arrogant asshole.”

He pinched your hip and you squealed, jolting forward so you were half in his lap. Your thigh brushed over his crotch, and it was clear that his dick was starting to take an interest in the conversation.

You pressed your hand against him through his boxers, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut momentarily. He wasn’t hard yet, but he was getting there.

You shifted yourself into a kneeling position and slid your hand under his waistband.

“Prinţesă- Ah.” He cut himself off with a gasp.

“What was that?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him innocently. The hand that was at your waist moved around behind you and slipped down the back of your underwear, squeezing your ass hard. It was your turn to gasp.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he murmured, kneading at the dough of your ass with one hand. You tipped forward, pressing your forehead against his as you redoubled your grip on his cock, sliding your hand up and down. “Just wanted to play with my cock, didn’t you?”

What you really wanted to do was suck him off, but he didn’t seem keen on relinquishing his grip on you, and the lube was out of reach, so you let go of his cock for just long enough to spit in your hand, and then went back to jerking him off.

“You can’t get enough of it,” he said, and then kissed you, drawing you closer to him. You were straddling his thigh now, using both hands to jerk him off, and he was letting out little breathy moans that were driving you insane.

You rocked down against his thigh, feeling the muscles flex and move to meet you. He was tugging at your vest. You reluctantly let go of his cock to let him yank it off you with more force than was strictly necessary.

He was kissing you hungrily now, hands cupping your breasts. You grasped his cock again, jerking him off as you bounced up and down on his thigh.

Without warning, he hooked one arm under your thigh and pulled you closer to him until you were straddling his crotch. He slid your panties to one side, and, when his searching fingers found you dripping wet, he grabbed hold of his cock to line it up with your entrance.

You didn’t miss a beat. You took him in one thrust, barely pausing to adjust to feeling of him inside you. You were really fucking wet. He held onto your hips, pounding up into you with reckless abandon.

Tangling your hands in his hair, you rode him, clinging to him like your life depended on it. He pressed his face into your neck, licking and sucking and biting at the skin there, drawing deeper moans from you.

“Fuck. Fuck, I’m close,” you murmured, and Pietro took that as his cue to speed up, biting down hard on the skin of your neck. The moan you let out was frankly embarrassingly loud, but Pietro seemed to enjoy it.

“Mine.” His voice rumbled over the skin of your neck. You felt his stubble scratching at the sensitive area, but it was the authoritative timbre of his voice that pushed you over the edge.

“Pietro,” you keened, voice high and strung out. He held onto you, continuing to bounce your body up and down on his cock even as all the strength went out of you. You grabbed his shoulders, pressing your lips to his as his thrusts stuttered.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, and then let out a string of what you assumed were expletives in Sokovian. He came inside you.

“Fuck,” you murmured again.

“Fuck,” Pietro agreed. He wrapped his arms around you and rolled you over so that his cock slipped out of you, and you were lying beside him again. You nuzzled into his neck.

Neither of you spoke for a while. After a few minutes, you heard his breathing slow, and you knew that he had fallen asleep. You squeezed him gently, hoping to protect him from bad dreams.

*

When you awoke, the sun was out, and the bed beside you was cold. You sat up, confused. You were sweaty and sticky from the sex and a hot night’s sleep, so you got to your feet, snagging one of Pietro’s t-shirts from the floor, as well as a fresh pair of panties.

You dressed yourself quickly, and stepped out into the living room. Pietro wasn’t there. You wandered into the kitchen, and found a note on the counter.

Gone for a run – P x

That was interesting. At home, Pietro ran a lot. It was a part of his training. But since you’d been on vacation, both of your workouts had been limited to walks on the beach, the occasional sparring session, and vigorous sex.

Figuring he couldn’t be long, you went and showered. Once you were clean and presentable, you went back into the living room.

Pietro still wasn’t back. You felt a prickle of anxiety, hot on the back of your neck. Quietly, trying to calm your nerves, you made yourself breakfast.

Pietro was fine, you were sure. There wasn’t much that could hurt your superspeedy boyfriend. Most of the time.

Still.

You went to your nightstand. Your phone was in the top drawer. You hadn’t used it much since you’d been away. You were trying to limit your social media use, given the shitstorm you’d left behind you.

You tried to switch it on, but it was out of battery, so you unfurled your charger and plugged it into the wall. The screen lit up with the low battery symbol. It would probably be a few minutes before it was usable. That was fine.

You went to Pietro’s nightstand next, where you knew he’d been keeping his phone. It was missing. You supposed he must’ve taken it with him. That was good. You could text him, once your phone was charged.

You shut the drawer and left the room. Through the windows, you could see the trees blowing in the wind. Your heart was starting to speed up. You had no good reason to feel the way you did. Pietro was probably fine. The weather outside didn’t mean anything.

You checked your phone again. It still wouldn’t turn on. Feeling jittery, you made yourself a cup of tea and went out onto the porch.

The wind was cold and it was starting to drizzle, but still, you sat down at the little table and sipped at your tea. Your cup was half-empty and you were starting to shiver from the cold when a familiar silver blur zoomed towards you, and then Pietro was standing on the porch, looking down at you.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked, a little amused. He was dressed for a run, wearing grey sweatpants that hugged him in all the right places. His vest was stuck down with sweat and his hair was wild, from the running or the rain, you couldn’t tell. He looked very hot.

“Enjoying the fresh air.” You didn’t want to admit that you’d been worried about him. It was silly that his absence had made you so anxious.

“You’re shivering.” You shrugged. “Why don’t we go inside and watch a movie or something?”

“That sounds nice,” you said shyly.

“I need to shower first… Care to join me?”

A smile spread across your face, and you drained the rest of your tea in two gulps. He held out a hand to you, and you let him lead the way.

*

In spite of his run, Pietro was restless and fidgety while watching the movie. It was some romcom from the early 00s. He wasn’t really paying attention. It was hard to focus with you sitting beside him, looking like a wet dream, even though you were just wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants.

You didn’t say anything as he insinuated himself further and further into your space, but you accommodated him, letting your fingers brush lightly through his hair and down his arms. Your touches were affectionate, not sexual, but they still made him feel hot.

“Are you feeling okay, baby?” you asked.

“Of course. Never better. Why?”

“You seem distracted.”

He hesitated. After a moment, he picked up the TV remote and turned the volume all the way down. He could’ve muted it with one button, but watching the volume bar shrink gave him a moment to gather his thoughts, and figure out how to tell you what had been on his mind.

“I never thought I’d say this,” he said, “But I kind of miss New York. This place is beautiful, and getting to be alone with you has been the best couple of months of my life.” You were looking at him, your expression unreadable. Sometimes he envied Wanda always being able to know what people were thinking. “But I think I will be ready to go home soon. I can’t keep hiding from my responsibilities forever.”

“You know…” You shifted closer to him. Instinctively, he put an arm around your shoulders. Your face was so close to his that he could feel your breath on his cheek. “You don’t have to be an Avenger, if you don’t want to. It’s a hard life. You already have more than your fair share of trauma.”

Pietro exhaled. “I like being an Avenger,” he said. “And without the Avengers, I never would’ve met you.”

You moved towards him and he opened his arms to you, letting you crawl into his lap. You pressed a kiss to his lips, his cheek, his jaw, and then hugged him close, burying your face into his neck.

“You have me,” you said, turning your face so your words wouldn’t be muffled. “Wherever you go, whatever you do now, you have me.”

“I have been texting with Wanda for the past few days,” he admitted. “Everything seems to be going fine in New York. Quiet. And…” Again, he hesitated. He was glad you weren’t looking at him right at that moment, because that would’ve made it all the harder to get the words out. “She told me that she’s been seeing a therapist. For the grief. And trauma. She said I should talk to one too.”

You shifted back to look him in the eyes. The judgment he feared was nowhere to be found. Your expression was open, curious.

“And what do you think?” you asked, carefully. “Do you want to?”

“I think… I think it might be a good idea, yeah.”

You nodded. “That’s good. I’m glad Wanda is getting help. And I’m happy you’re thinking about it too. You deserve to be happy.”

Pietro’s relief was palpable. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. He smiled against your lips, hooking his hands under your thighs and dragging you towards him so you were straddling his lap. You let out a little gasp, and he dove into your neck, laying tender kisses down the column of your throat.

“So…” you said, trying to sound casual but biting back a moan. “When do you want to go home?”

“I don’t know. A few days. I want to wreck your pretty pussy a few more times before we go back to New York.”

Your face flushed with heat. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His teeth grazed against a sensitive patch of skin and you moaned softly, grinding down against him.

“Bedroom?” you asked.

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He nodded, wrapping his arms tight around your waist so he could stand up without putting you down. You tightened your legs around him as he carried you to the bedroom.

He dropped you onto the bed unceremoniously, his hands tugging at the hem of your t-shirt. You let him pull it off over your head, revealing your bare breasts.

You looked so pretty like this, your tits still bouncing from the impact of landing on the bed, your soft skin laid out for him like the most delicious buffet he’d ever seen. He couldn’t help but bury his face between your tits, relishing the soft gasp that fell from your lips as he did so.

It was times like this that Pietro had to make a conscious effort to slow down during sex. If he wasn’t careful, this could all be over in five seconds.

He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards him so you could grind against him. Your head tipped back against the bedsheets, releasing a ragged moan as he swirled his tongue around your nipple. You were always so responsive to his touch.

He swapped to the other nipple after a moment, holding you down against the bed. You were rocking against him, desperate for some friction, and that was when he decided to put you out of your misery.

He sunk to his knees, tugging on your sweatpants and panties. Realising what he was doing, you lifted up your hips to help him pull them off.

Now you were naked in front of him, unabashed and staring at him with undeniable lust in your eyes. That was something he’d grown to love. At first, you’d been a little shy about him looking at you and touching you. Now you were impatient for him to make you cum over and over again, and he was happy to oblige.

He spread your legs, splaying you out in front of him, and starting kissing your inner thigh. Your skin was so soft. It was something he marvelled at.

Usually, you kept your pubes pretty neatly trimmed, shaved and/or waxed, but you hadn’t maintained them much in a while, and they were starting to grow out. Truthfully, Pietro didn’t mind what you did with them, but he liked them a little bit messy, because it meant that you trusted him.

He parted your lips with his fingertips and moved in to kiss your clit.

“Piet,” you whined, and he decided to be nice, because he was magnanimous like that.

You were already so wet. His tongue dipped between your folds, tasting you. He would never get tired of this. The way you tasted, the pretty noises that you made, the way your skin felt against his.

He pushed his tongue inside you, meeting minimal resistance. As his nose bumped against your clit, you gasped and ground back against him.

He pressed his forearm against your stomach, pushing you back down into the bed and holding you still. You let out a shaky exhale as he wrapped his lips around your clit again.

“Pietro…” you breathed. Your fingers found their way into his hair again, fingernails scratching lightly across his scalp. His eyes drifted shut. He let himself get lost in you, just feeling the movements of your body and the pleasure of your hands tugging at his hair.

When he opened his eyes, he had no idea how much time had passed, but you were practically mewling, your knees drawn up either side of his head, torn between holding his mouth against your pussy and pushing him away.

He didn’t stop. Your toes curled against his shoulders, your whole body trembling as he made you cum one more time.

This time, he let you go. Your body went limp as he pulled away from you, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He was covered in traces of you, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside you right now.

At superspeed, he stripped off his clothes. From his perspective, you were lying on the bed, almost perfectly still, a freezeframe of a moment between breathes. Slowly, your hands made their way down onto the bed to push yourself upright. He paused, letting time normalise again.

Your hair was wild and your eyes had a mischievous glint as he crawled over you, ready to fuck you until you forgot your own name. He had almost closed the distance between you when you put your hands on his shoulders, stopping him.

“Can we try something?” you asked, smiling at him almost shyly.

“Anything for you, my love.”

“Will you spank me?”

Pietro felt his cock give a little jump. The last time you’d tried spanking, he hadn’t been able to go through with it, because you were in an emotional state and he was scared that you’d wanted him to hurt you for real. Now, with you comfortable and post-orgasmic, staring up at him with love in your eyes, he couldn’t resist you.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Please?”

As always, you had your safeword. You leant up to kiss him, but he grabbed your hips and rolled you onto your stomach. You let out a choked off gasp as he climbed on top of you, wrapping an arm around your neck from behind.

His forearm was pressed to your neck, as if he was choking you, but without the actual pressure applied. He knew you liked when he took control like this, and from the way your breathing hitched, he was pretty sure you were enjoying this.

He laid one hand against your ass. “Is this okay?” he murmured, lips almost pressed to your ear.

“It’s perfect,” you breathed. He slapped at the fat of your ass, watching the way the flesh jiggled. You moaned softly. He did it again, and you whined, “harder,” so he obliged. He loved your ass, and he was especially loving the way it bounced with every spank.

You were practically grinding against the bed, babbling a bunch of horny nonsense that was making drops of pre-cum leak from Pietro’s cock. One word stood out from the rest. Pietro paused.

“Did you just call me daddy?” he asked breathlessly.

“What?” Your eyes snapped open, and you turned, looking at him over your shoulder.

“You just called me daddy.” Pietro gave you a shit-eating grin. You started trying to stammer through an explanation, but he pressed a thumb to your lips, silencing you. “That’s really fucking hot.”

Your eyes were wide. “You like it when I call you daddy?” you asked, your lips forming the words against his thumb. Before he could respond, you grabbed his hand with both of yours, sucking his thumb into your mouth and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Fuck,” Pietro groaned as your tongue swirled around his thumb. If he didn’t put his cock in you right now he was pretty sure he was about to explode.

“Do you wanna fuck me, daddy?” you asked, eyes glinting.

Pietro swore again. He spanked you hard, making you yelp, and before you’d had time to recover, he’d rolled you onto your back and lined his cock up with your entrance.

“Prinţesă,” he murmured, and then he pushed inside you. You released his hand and wrapped an arm around his neck again, your free hand affectionately brushing the hair away from his forehead. He had never felt so in love.

Time slowed down. Your head was tipping back slowly, revealing your neck to him. He was torn between kissing your neck and watching the way your eyes rolled back in your head. Your pussy was wrapped around him, so tight and wet and warm. He would never stop marvelling at the way you invited him inside you. He could stay here forever.

He watched your face. He was desperate to start thrusting, but he was still going so fast, and he didn’t want to hurt you. He took a few deep breaths.

Time was starting to normalise again, and you were looking at him expectantly.

Just as he was about to start moving, you batted your eyelashes at him, and said, “Fuck me, daddy?”

How could he resist that?

He started thrusting, feeling your body clench around him. Your eyes fluttered shut, and he didn’t know where to look, or touch. He wanted all of you.

Your boobs were bouncing with every thrust, looking so juicy and enticing. He squeezed them, kissed them, and then moved back to your neck. Your legs were wrapped around his hips, encouraging him deeper, and it must’ve felt good because each thrust was fucking a moan from your lips.

He was on his knees, his forearms either side of your head. You opened your eyes and looked at him, a smile playing on your lips. You guided one of his hands to your throat, so he wrapped it around your neck loosely, watching the pleasure overtake you.

You were about to come. He could feel it.

“You like it when daddy fucks you like this, don’t you? You’re daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?”

“Pietro,” you squealed, tightening around him. He clung to you, fucking you through your orgasm, letting the pleasure wash over you like a wave.

His whole body felt hot. He was torn between wanting to cum and wanting to stay buried inside you forever. Your fingers were in his hair again, tugging and scratching at his scalp.

“Cum for me, daddy,” you purred, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He felt his balls tighten as he released inside you, a few more deep thrusts to fuck all of his cum into you. You exhaled shakily, and then patted his arms, signalling for him to release you.

As he pulled out, he couldn’t help but look at the way his cum dripped out of you. Your pussy was so pretty, especially when it was coated with the evidence of what the two of you had just done.

“Pietro,” you whined softly, making grabby hands at him. You could wash up later, he decided. He crawled over you, hugging you to him, and then rolled so that you were lying against his chest. You nuzzled into his neck.

“How was that?” he asked. You made a non-descript noise of pleasure, which drew a chuckle from him. “Yeah? Me too.” When you didn’t say anything else, he said, “I’m gonna get you a glass of water.”

You groaned, but didn’t argue. He detangled himself from you carefully, and then sped into the kitchen and returned with the water so fast that you hadn’t even had time to sit up.

He knelt beside you as you did so, passing you the glass as soon as he was sure you weren’t about to drop it. You drank deeply, eyes falling shut as a drop of water rolled down your chin. He wiped it away with his thumb.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked. “A snack?”

“I’m fine,” you said, half-chuckling as you set your glass down on the nightstand.

The two of you got back under the covers together. This time, you faced each other, instead of cuddling.

“So how was it for you? Really?” you asked.

“Seeing you turned on turns me on,” said Pietro. “And you have a very nice ass.”

You giggled, covering your mouth with one hand. “And the daddy stuff?”

“It was hot,” he said. “But I think I prefer it when you call me Pietro. I like the way you say my name. So maybe only sometimes.”

“Uh-huh.” You leant into him so that your faces were inches apart. “That’s good to know. Te iubesc, Pietro.”

“I love you too, prinţesă.”

#pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff smut #pietro maximoff fanfiction

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Grim Reaper - Pietro Maximoff X GN Reader

Title: Grim Reaper

Pietro Maximoff X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Wanda, Tony, Clint, and the kid from Age of Ultron Pietro saved

| You Are Here | Part 2 | Part 3? |

WC: 722

Warnings: Death mentioned, blood mentioned, bullets mentioned, Pietro lives bruh, slight angst, and fluff

Everything was dark... And Cold. Pietro couldn't feel anything. Except for the cold. He wasn't sure if it was just him or if everything else was so cold too. What a strange thought. He slowly opened his eyes, finding himself in a void-like place, surrounded by nothing but darkness. It looked like nothingness, but there were stars in that emptiness. So...it wasn't nothingness after all. It's still cold though... He shivered as a breeze picked up around him. This place really isn't good for his health. Until he realized... Was he dead? He couldn't remember much... Only saving Clint and the child... Then... A cold feeling, it hurt. It hurt so much. It felt like a thousand knives stabbing into his skin, twisting into him and making him bleed. His breathing became ragged as his heart ached with a pain that only someone as strong as Pietro could endure. Suddenly, he heard a voice calling to him. A soft, sad voice that sounded like it was coming from far away. And yet, when he looked up from the ground, his scared eyes met yours. 

You stood before him, dressed in all black, with a sad smile, "Welcome to the Void, Pietro."

"The void?" Pietro quickly asked, "What is this? Who are you?" You gave him an amused look and smiled, your eyes filled with sadness.

"The void is a place between life and death," You spoke softly, pulling down your hood, "And I am your Grim Reaper." 

"So, I am dead?" He asked sadly, "I died."

You shook your head, "No, not dead per se... You're... In between it. And what you did was amazing, saving the child's life." 

He chuckled weakly, "Was it? I'm afraid I was a complete failure. I died."

"Of course, you weren't!" Your eyes flashed, "You saved the life of a small child who has suffered so much already, you saved that child from death."

Pietro looked down, "Then... What do I do now?" He asked, sighing, "I've left my sister alone."

You shook your head, "Pietro, this is not how your story ends. I can help you."

"How can you help me?" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air slightly, "I'm dead."

You hummed, "I can help you... By reincarnating you."

Pietro furrowed his eyebrows, taking a step closer, "Reincarnating me? Wouldn't that mean I'd be born again and be someone else? I won’t see my sister."

You shook your head again, "No, I'm sorry. I used the wrong words. I am... Going to bring you back to life. Though there are some cons to this."

Pietro shook his head as his eyes widened in disparity. "I don't care what happens, I want to be alive, I want to protect my sister."

You closed your eyes, "I don't do this often... I've only done this a couple of times. But, the only things that will last once you are reborn... Are the scars that you'll carry. Both physically and mentally."

He clenched his jaw and let out a heavy breath, "That's fine. Let's do it then."

Your face lit up brightly, and you nodded in affirmation. Slowly, you reached your hand out, and Pietro took it. You closed your eyes, and Pietro felt a weird sensation as if he was being pushed through space, and time passed by at regular speed. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was laying down on a cot, his sister staring down at him with wide worried eyes.

"Pietro! Are you alright?" She asked hurriedly, as Pietro groaned sitting up.

Looking down, he saw his suit, riddled with bullet holes, yet his skin was unharmed; only small scars left in their wake. He looked up to see his sister, also clad in her suit. Her hair fell messily, covering her eyes, and she had a teary expression. 

"What... Happened?" He asked, voice dry as he ran a hand through his hair.

"This person saved your life," Tony spoke up, gesturing for the person to walk forward and Pietro's eyes widened. 

There, you stood, hands clasped in front of you as you gave the man a small shy smile.

"My name is Y/N. And it's nice to meet you, Pietro." You gave him a knowing look.

Pietro couldn’t help but smile, "The pleasure is all mine."

#mcu marvel #marvel mcu #marvel fanfic #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #mcu #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x gn reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff x y/n #cute #fluff #slight angst #x reader #x gn reader #x you #x y/n #fanfics #fanfic #fandom #fanfiction

[divine-knight-hand]

Imagine Wanda Coming To See You After Having A Nightmare

Wanda Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

Content Warnings: Angst, mention of death, and nightmares

Word Count: 950

Dividers by @transbro

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I woke to the sound of a soft knocking at my door. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes before looking at my alarm clock. It read 4:30 A.M.. Who would be awake at four in the morning? I swear, if Tony’s about to ask me to make coffee for him instead of having Friday do it again, I'll kick his-

“Detka?” A soft voice—which was definitely not Tony's—called from the other side of the door. “Are you awake?"

I would know my girlfriend's voice anywhere. Wanda and I had been dating for about five months now. Why is she awake this late? Early? Whatever it was, it definitely wasn't right.

"Yeah." My grogginess added a rasp to my voice. "Come in."

Wanda slowly opened the door and softly closed it behind herself before quietly making her way to my bed. Her round face was tear-streaked, and I wanted to erase whatever pain caused her to look this miserable.

"I’m sorry to bother you." A guilty expression crossed her features.

"Don't be sorry." I sat up and beckoned to her with open arms. "Come here."

Wanda sighed before climbing onto my bed and into my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, rubbing her side before moving one hand to stroke her hair. She was silent the whole time, only moving to rest her head against my chest.

I kissed the crown of her head before asking. "What's the matter, my love?"

Wanda sniffled. "I just… I was having a nightmare and I didn't want to be alone right now. The first person I thought of seeing was you."

"And I'm glad you did… Come to see me, I mean." I pulled her closer to myself as she curled up on my lap. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

She took a shaky breath before continuing. "I've been having the same nightmare for a long time now." She sniffled. "Ever since... Well, It always starts with that battle in Sokovia. Instead of fighting off Ultron's army, I'm running through the broken streets trying to save him, but..." She sniffled again. "I'm never able to make it in time."

"Who?" I wanted to kick myself for even thinking of asking when the answer was obvious.

"My brother," She breathed. “Pietro.”

Then, she let out a soft sob, and my heart shattered into a million pieces. I knew how Pietro died, but I had no idea Wanda was still actively grieving for him.

I hugged her close to my chest. "Wanda, I'm so sorry. I wish I could take your pain onto myself." And I was being honest.

Over the course of her life, Wanda had been through a lot. She lost her brother, Pietro, and her first boyfriend, Vision, on missions that she was on with the Avengers. Every moment I looked into her eyes and saw the hurt behind them, I wished with all of my heart that we would trade lives. It really didn’t seem fair that I was fine while she was carrying years worth of hurt inside. I would do anything to take that hurt from her.

"Wanda," I wiped some stray tears from her cheeks. “There was nothing you could have done. You tried your hardest, and so did Pietro." I kept stroking her hair, moving it away from her tear-streaked face. "You both gave it your all that day, and you both knew what you were risking. It wasn't your fault." I kissed the crown of her head. "And don't ever think that I'd be bothered by you coming into my room at night to be with me. I'd stay up all night just to make sure that you're okay."

Wanda sniffled as she looked up at me with watery eyes. "You mean it?"

"I do." I tried to muster the brightest smile I could.

Wanda sat up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders before leaning in to kiss me. I laid back down, holding her on top of me as she trailed her hands along the sides of my face. I moved my hands along her waist as she laid on top of me. I only broke our kiss to trail kisses down her cheek and the side of her neck.

With the sadness slowly leaving her voice, Wanda whispered. “I love you, detka.”

“I love you, too, my witchling.” I rose back to eye-level with her to peck the tip of her nose.

"Aww." The two of us jumped apart in surprise at the sudden sound. "This is so sweet!" There was no body in the room to accompany the voice, so I began to grow suspicious.

"Hello?" Wanda called out into the empty room.

"Friday," I commanded. "Do a surveillance check to find who said that."

"Right away." Friday stayed silent for an agonizing moment before reporting back. "It appears Agent Barton had observed your and Ms. Maximoff’s exchange from the ventilation system, but retreated at your request of a surveillance scan."

"Typical." I muttered. Wanda’s face flushed red. We could never have a private moment as long as we lived in the Avengers tower.

Luckily for him, Clint wasn't as obnoxious as Tony, who found every excuse to make fun of just about anyone in the tower. In a sense, that was what I liked and hated most about him. He was an odd character, but an entertaining one at the least.

Wanda and I waited for a moment in silence before I took her by the chin and kissed her again. On the off chance that Clint was back, he'd at least have enough sense to know to stay quiet this time.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fluff #fluff #wanda fluff #fluff fanfic #wanda angst #slight angst #wanda x reader

[lizziecanrailme]

Drowning

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: You’re by Wanda’s side as she grieves for her brother.

Warning: mild character death | grieving | hurt/comfort | No powers AU

A/N: The title is inspired by the song below, I recommend listening to it :)

—✦—

Wanda couldn’t believe it.

She didn’t want to, he’s not dead.

He couldn’t be, she just checked on him a few hours ago.

So why did she get called from the hospital, claiming that he died?

She couldn’t even cry at that second from the shock. The thoughts in her head were jumbled and confusing. Pietro dead? How? Why? Why wasn’t I there? Why?

“I’m sorry to inform you ma’am, that Pietro Maximoff is dead.”

Their parents died a long time ago, pietro was her only family left. It was silent, until loud and uncontrollable sobs filled the room.

—✦—

You were concerned, wanda hasn’t called or texted you since two days ago. If she wasn’t well she’d at least send a short text.

You grabbed the car keys from off the counter and made your way to the door. Leaving to outside and quickly locked the door. It didn’t take that much time to get to her apartment, it was only a few blocks away.

Luckily she gave you a key to her apartment, in case of emergency. You scrambled to unlock the door, frustrated when it wouldn’t unlock. You busted into the complex, almost not closing the door in your hurry.

“Wanda!” you called out, you only heard a sniffle in return. You walked to the her bedroom, the door was wide open. It gave you a clear view of her, and it was heart wrenching.

Wanda was laid in her bed, hair matted, black circles under her eyes, tear stained cheeks. When she saw you come in she didn’t move a muscle.

“Oh Wanda” you sighed as you sat on the side of her bed. Your hand rested on the bed before moving to her arm. You could see her lip quivering, you wondered what happened to make her so broken.

It’s almost like she read your mind, “Pietro..” she muttered. Tears quickly fell down her face, whimpers making their way through. You frowned, “he’s dead” she said through light sobs.

Your face fell into a shocked and mortified expression. Wanda’s light sobs turned into heavy ones, that and the devastating news made you want to sob with her. No, you had to stay strong for her.

You laid next to her and pulled her to your chest. The tears soaked your shirt but you didn’t care, she was more important. She cried for what seemed like hours, until she couldn’t cry anymore.

—✦—

The morning didn’t come quick for Wanda. It was slow and agonizing, her brother’s death fresh on her mind. She felt guilty, guilty that she couldn’t protect him. They promised that they’d protect each other.

She now realized that she’ll never see him again. His smile, his laugh, his pranks, his corny jokes. She’ll never experience it ever again.

It was so overwhelming, it was almost like she was drowning. The water pressure pushing on her chest, oxygen running out. She didn’t realize you woke up until she heard you lightly groan.

She continued to cling on you, she didn’t want to let go. “Good morning wands” you rasped with a small smile. She tried to smile back but it didn’t reach your eyes, it was more of a grimace. “Good morning” she simply replied, your mood didn’t drop. You couldn’t expect her to be happy, especially after last night.

“I’ll make breakfast” you said while sitting up. You felt her hold you tighter, as if saying don’t leave me. You didn’t deny her, you laid back down on the bed. You stared down at her, watching as she stared at any object she could see. “Go to sleep wanda” you whispered softly, she looked at you with hesitation. You looked at her with certainty.

From those 2 nights of no sleep, she actually felt tired. She wouldn’t be able to get her brother’s death out of her head. Maybe she’ll never accept it, maybe she’ll imagine he’s still here.

But she couldn’t do that, it was sad really. She has no family anymore, but at least she has you. Someone who cares about her, the last person to care about her.

—✦—

#the song sounds so damn sad for no reason #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff #grieving #hurt/comfort #I miss pietro #not as much as Wanda does though :( #damn this is a roller coaster #Spotify

[witchslove]

Do You Believe In Ghosts?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your love for each other turns out to be even stronger than you'd ever imagined.

Warnings: fluff, angst, allusions to nsfw content, character death, mentions of death, bittersweet ending

A/N: I wrote this while listening to Ghosts With Heartbeats and Kept (piano only). It was originally supposed to be more of a spooky vibe, but I love how it turned out. I'm also very sorry!

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Then

It was late October, nearing closer and closer to Halloween each day. 

Although you and your lover were on the run, you were still excited for the upcoming holiday.

In fact, the two of you had figured out the previous year that Halloween was even more special on the run, as it was the one night you could go out and do something fun without the fear of being recognized. 

Last year, you and Wanda had painted masks together and dressed up as witches, attending a cute little Halloween festival in the small town you were hiding out in at the time. Nat had told all of you to lay low since the Accords, so you didn’t get to take Wanda on all the romantic public dates you had seen in movies. 

You still found time to sit outside and stargaze with her whenever you had the luxury of staying in a woodsy cabin. Sometimes you’d put together picnics and watch sunsets or walk along the edge of a nearby lake. Other times the two of you would sit on the front porch and look at constellations. 

It was under a bright, star-filled sky that you first told Wanda you loved her. 

“That’s Mars,” you’d said, pointing. “You can tell because it’s bigger and a little more red than the others.”

“Wow,” Wanda had replied, staring up at the sky curiously. “My little astronomer,” she teased you. 

“Former astronomer,” you corrected, playing along. “What’s the point of studying the sky when the most beautiful star is right next to me?”

Wanda had laughed at that, throwing her head back as blush rose to her cheeks. You’d never get tired of that sound, music to your ears. “You’re so cheesy,” she’d said, still giggling.

“No, I just love you.”

It was the first time you’d said those words to her, to anyone really. But it didn’t feel as scary as you’d expected. It came out so naturally you knew in that moment you were fated to tell her you loved her over and over again for the rest of your life.

Wanda was shocked, her mouth agape. She knew she was falling in love in a way she’d never been lucky enough to experience before, but she hadn’t expected you to say it so easily. 

She knew she loved you, but it hadn’t occurred to her that you could love her back. Lagos and the Accords had only reinforced that feeling within her, that she was hard to love. 

After her parents died, Pietro was the only person left who really cared for her and he was taken away from her too. The Avengers had welcomed her slowly but she knew she got off on the wrong foot with over half of them and it was during her first few weeks at the compound that she learned what it felt like to be truly, painfully alone. 

Until you came along, insisting on bothering her more than she could bear; you made sure she ate, came running in when she had loud nightmares, and let yourself in to watch sitcoms with her. As much as she had pretended to be annoyed or asked to be left alone, she really enjoyed your company and your comfort. 

“What is grief if not love persevering?” You had said to her one night. It was something you read once in an article by a grieving writer, L. Shaw, about dealing with loss. At the time, that one quote had single-handedly helped you get over the death of your mother in the New York attack. So you passed it on to Wanda, who your heart ached for. 

You and Wanda became close at the compound. When Lagos happened, you let her sob into your shoulder, holding her tight and fighting back your own tears at hearing her pain so close to your heart. 

When the Accords threatened to split up the Avengers, you were torn. You didn’t care about signing a legal document as much as you cared about the team staying together. Steve tried to convince you that the Accords would destroy the team and Nat tried to convince you that cooperating was the only way to salvage the team. 

At the end of the day it didn’t matter what the right choice was. Your only goal was to make sure Wanda got out unscathed. 

She almost looked betrayed when you didn’t fight with her, but she understood later on when you were helping break her out of prison. When you opened her cell and removed her restraints, she kissed you for the first time. You were taken aback, but you reciprocated the kiss, knowing that your life of being a fugitive now was worth it as long as you were a fugitive with her by your side.

Since then, you’d been on the run. Hotels, motels, cabins; you and Wanda explored the world together and made love in every city. 

Summer of your second year on the run turned into fall, leaves on trees browning and decorating the ground. A cozy inn in London was your temporary home for the month of October, the two of you growing excited to celebrate another holiday together. You’d borrowed a few scary movies from the lobby and brought them back to your room, watching them together as you drank pumpkin spice lattes made not with a Keurig but with Wanda’s alluring magic.

Wanda had resented her powers for some time, but you encouraged her to practice so she could learn to control them better. Over time, it was working and she wasn’t sure whether to be proud of herself or simply grateful for you. 

You made a habit of kissing the palms of her delicate hands, showing her you loved every inch of her, even the parts she found herself doubting, the ones that had caused so much destruction in the past. 

Wanda was curled up beside you, resting her head on your chest as another cliche haunted house movie played on the TV set. 

“Do you believe in ghosts?” you asked her, your hands idly playing with her auburn hair, soft under your fingertips. 

Wanda hummed thoughtfully for a minute before answering. “Well, we live in a world where I can move things with my mind and you’re a super soldier… and we’re on the run from authorities because we didn’t sign a set of laws for superheroes. So are ghosts really out of the question?” 

“You make a good point,” you said, chuckling at her adorable way of explaining her logic. 

“Do you not believe in them?” she asked, looking up at you. 

“Not really, I think there’s a difference between the superhuman and the supernatural, if that makes sense,” you mused.

“Okay, and what about magic?”

“That’s different, you’re just special, my little witch.”

She giggled, amused.

“One of a kind," you murmured, kissing her forehead. "My miracle."

She smiled. “You know you don’t have to keep trying to woo me, detka, I’m already yours.”

You frowned at that. “Just because you’re mine doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be wooed. Are you complaining?”

“No, no, definitely not,” she responded. “I like it, it’s cute.” 

“That’s what I thought.” You both laid there quietly for a moment, the sound effects from the movie the only thing to be heard in your room. “I don’t think I want to believe in ghosts,” you mumbled, not sure if you were talking to her or yourself at this point. “I’d like to think that if they were real, I would have gotten to say goodbye to my mom after she passed. Like she would just… appear at the end of my bed and tell me everything was gonna be okay during those months when my grief for her almost swallowed me whole.”

Wanda softened at this, all too familiar with grief herself. She paused before saying anything back.

“Maybe it doesn’t work like that…” You looked down at her, those twinkling green eyes staring up at you. “Maybe some people pass over to the other side right away and others get stuck here.” 

You pondered her words, appreciating her input and giving her a soft smile to let her know. 

The two of you laid there, your fingers continuing their tender movements against her scalp, the movie still playing in the background. “Or maybe they just aren’t real,” you said so bluntly that Wanda erupted in laughter and you couldn’t help but join her. 

Halloween eventually rolled around and the two of you had a wonderful evening walking down the streets of London dressed as ghosts - sheets with eye holes cut out that you hoped the innkeepers wouldn’t notice. 

Now

Five years. 

It had been five years since Thanos snapped away half of the universe’s population. You wouldn’t have known it was that long if Clint hadn’t told you, because for you it felt like minutes. In Wakanda, on the battlefield, you had turned to dust and ceased to exist. You wondered if you should’ve stayed that way. 

Two weeks.

It had been two weeks since Bruce snapped everyone back and you’d all fought Thanos side by side and, despite some heart-wrenching losses, you’d won. Thanos was gone, the universe was safe for now, and everyone was reunited with their lost loved ones.

Everyone but you.

Five years. 

It had been five years since Wanda sacrificed herself to save you. 

You tried to stop her, but no matter how strong the super soldier serum had made you, you were no match for her powers holding you back. You begged and pleaded, asking her why. You never got an answer. With tears in her eyes, all she said was “I just love you.” The exact words you’d said that night under the stars when you made her feel like the luckiest girl alive.

The compound was destroyed and all you had left of Wanda was a few of her rings she had let you wear. 

It was summer when your life became a shell of its former self, when you lost the one piece that kept your puzzle together.

The last “home” you and Wanda had shared before the attack was a nice lofty space in Scotland. Scotland had felt the most like home, partially because it was the city in which you had purchased Wanda’s engagement ring, which you never got a chance to give to her.

The two of you had made plans for the day you would finally be able to stop running. You bought a house together in a town called Westview. You promised Wanda that there, in that house, you’d grow old together, maybe even raise a couple of children. 

You kept the deed as a reminder of your “someday” and you hid the engagement ring in its beautiful velvet box in one of your coats, the same coat you wore the night of the attack.

You were going to propose in Scotland. 

After a long evening of exploring each other’s bodies up in your shared room, you’d gotten dressed and walked the dimly lit streets with her. It was late enough that no one was out and about to potentially blow your cover. It was quiet and peaceful as you strolled along the road, your right hand in hers and your left fiddling with the ring box in your pocket. 

Before you could get down on one knee, there was a fight. 

You remembered Wanda tending to your wounds as you clutched your side. Worry filled her eyes so you cracked a joke.

“I’m beginning to think we should’ve stayed in bed.” 

Your words brought a suggestive smile to Wanda’s face. 

Now it only brought tears to your eyes. Maybe if you had stayed in bed, things would’ve been different. 

You found yourself checking into the same room that was your last with her; the last place you had touched her, the last place you had held her in your sleep, the last place you had kissed her hands and told her that everything about her was perfect to you.

Just walking into the room felt heavy. Sobs threatened to rack through your body at the mere sight of the window where she’d kissed you when you got the call that the house in Westview was yours.

Then

“Thank you for letting me know,” you said into the phone, before hanging up and turning towards Wanda.

She was already looking at you expectantly, waiting for an answer, almost frantic with anticipation.

“It’s ours, baby,” you told her, unable to contain your overjoyed smile and tearful laughs any longer. 

“Oh my god,” she breathed out, her eyes wide and mouth curving up into a radiant smile. She squealed with excitement and practically jumped on you, her arms wrapping around you tightly. She buried her face in your neck, squeezing you so hard you couldn’t breathe.

When she finally pulled back, she brought your lips together in a loving kiss, lips and teeth colliding messily as you both giggled into each other’s mouths. 

You broke the kiss when you tasted salt, noticing tears streaming down her face. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You brought your hands up to cup her cheeks, your thumbs brushing away the wetness on her face.

“Nothing, I’m just…” Wanda shook her head, collecting herself. “I’m happy. We’re gonna have a home, a real home,” she paused, looking down. “Someday.”

You could tell her emotions were mixed. She was giddy over the purchase of the house and the idea of living there with you, but uncertain if that day would ever come. It had been two years of running and hiding and while you both enjoyed every moment of being together, there was still a longing for something more. 

“Baby, look at me.” Her eyes, vibrantly green from the salt of her tears, met yours. “I promise… I promise we will move into this house and live a normal life. You, me, maybe even some little ones if you’re up for it.” She beamed at that, her heart beating just a little faster when she imagined you raising a family together. “I don’t know when, but we will. This next step for us, buying our future home, is my promise to you. We’ll live in Westview, New Jersey and grow old together like the saps we are.”

She laughed, more tears falling. The embrace you shared until her tears dried was warm and comforting, your hands gently rubbing her back as you stood there with her in front of the window, echoes of light filtering in from the streetlamps and the stars. 

Now

You set your suitcase down, not bothering to unpack. Making your way around the room was like walking through a museum of some of your happiest memories. 

When you reached the bed, you ran your fingers along its surface, desperately trying to visualize you and Wanda lying there, limbs tangled beneath the sheets as you talked, watched movies, read to each other, and shared kisses and tender touches. 

Late nights spent talking about your dreams, early mornings where you woke her up with your mouth between her legs, lazy afternoons where you binged sitcoms and watched Wanda practice her magic. You remembered how amused you were when Wanda served you both tea with her magic during a Bewitched marathon, wanting to imitate a scene from the show.

You hadn’t even noticed you were crying. You brought a hand up to wipe away the tears before crawling into the bed, what used to be your side when there were two of you instead of one. You buried your face in the pillows, your heart breaking even more when none of them smelled like her shampoo anymore. You knew with all the time that had passed and different people who had probably stayed here they wouldn’t, but it still hurt. 

You stayed there for three weeks, hoping to no avail that it would make you feel closer to Wanda. Everything reminded you of her but nothing eased the aching tension in your chest. She was gone. 

On your second to last day there, you were searching through your suitcase for another travel-size mouthwash when something fell from one of the pockets. 

The deed. 

The house in Westview. 

Your shoulders deflated, a knot forming in your throat. You’d been avoiding even so much as looking at the piece of paper since losing Wanda. If you couldn’t live there with your love, you weren’t sure you wanted to live there at all. 

At the same time, it also felt horribly wrong to sell the property that was supposed to be your happy ending. Wanda’s happy ending. 

You sat on the floor for what felt like hours trying to decide what to do. You hadn’t wanted to think about it, your heart was too broken to take on anything else, but you couldn’t ignore it forever. 

Then

Wanda had just finished crying into your shoulder, her sobs dying down into sniffles. Losing Pietro had taken a toll on her and you were willing to bet if you hadn’t stolen one of Stark’s suits to save her from the flying wreckage that was once Sokovia, she would’ve let herself die. 

It made you sad to see her hurting so much, even though you barely knew her. Just ten days ago she was trying to invade your mind to help Ultron and now you were comforting her through the loss of her brother. 

“What do you want most in life? For the future I mean,” you asked, breaking the silence. “Like, what’s your dream life?” 

Wanda didn’t respond right away, caught off guard by your question and having to think hard about her answer. She wasn’t sure why you’d asked her that, especially now. If she ever asked you, you would’ve told her. You'd wanted her to think of something that would make her happy so she would at least have a temporary reprieve, if only for a few minutes, from the sadness threatening to drown her. A calm moment to take a breath before the waves came back. 

“A nice house in one of those small towns where everyone knows each other,” she started, sharing her fantasy with you. “A loving husband… or wife.” Your heart skipped a beat when she added on that last part and you couldn’t explain why. “I don’t know if I want kids. Maybe. I’d want to be ready… so I could give them the kind of love my parents gave me and Pietro before-” she paused, swallowing. “Before we lost them.” The words came out almost in a whisper, as if saying it louder would make it more real.

“I’m sorry, Wanda,” you replied gingerly, wondering just how much the little witch had really suffered in her life. “I lost mine too.”

She moved away a little to look at you. “Really?”

“Yeah, I didn’t really know my dad, but I was close with my mom,” you explained. “She was killed in the New York attack. I wasn’t with her when it happened, we’d gotten separated in all the commotion.” 

Wanda softened as you opened up to her. “I’m sorry too.” Silence fell over the two of you before she spoke again. “What’s yours? Your dream life?”

You chuckled. “I’m living it.”

Her face crinkled up in confusion.

“I’m an Avenger. I get to save the world and try to stop other people from losing their loved ones like you and I have. I used to want to travel and now I get to do it a lot, albeit in a much different way than I expected, usually when lives are at stake.” 

“Is that all you want from life?”

Her question made you think. You hadn’t spent a lot of time picturing your life beyond working with your team, your newfound family in a sense. “I don’t know… I wouldn’t mind falling in love, having someone to share it all with, but our world isn’t that safe. Neither is being an Avenger. Any day could be your last. It’s a heavier burden to carry when you have something to lose or someone else has you to lose.”

“Yeah, but isn’t that the point of everything? Having something to lose is what makes life meaningful,” Wanda said absentmindedly, not realizing that she’d just given advice to herself as much as you.

You didn’t want to call her out on it, afraid of upsetting her with the reminder of all she’s lost. 

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one comforting you?” You joked, earning a genuine laugh from her. You were surprised by how much you wanted to hear it again. “So a house and kids - maybe - and a husband… or a wife,” you repeated her words back to her. “That’s really sweet, Wanda. I hope you have that one day.”

Wanda smiled, her heart fluttering for reasons unknown, her tears dry. 

Now

Your feet felt as though they were cemented to the ground as you stood in front of your house, deed in hand. It was even more adorable in person, two stories with plenty of windows and the most welcoming front porch. It felt warm and inviting; it felt like a home.

But you didn’t feel joy or relief upon seeing how perfect it was, you only felt the ache of Wanda not being there to see it.

You knew you had to go inside, but it was much harder than you’d anticipated. You had furniture brought in the day prior, giving vague instructions to the movers over the phone. You didn’t want to be involved in the furnishing process, knowing that if Wanda was still around she would’ve enthusiastically decorated the place herself. The two of you would’ve made it special together. Knowing that no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn’t be able to come up with all the wonderful ideas she would, you decided against personalizing the house.

It felt weird to even go inside without her. In your mind, you’d carry her bridal-style from the car to the front porch into your new home. Maybe you’d even be married by then and you’d call it the Maximoff Residence.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to cry at the thought. You just felt numb.

The numbness stayed with you as you stepped towards the front door, unlocking it and entering the house emotionlessly, almost robotically. 

You walked around, exploring. 

You stopped in the living area, imagining you and Wanda on the couch watching The Dick Van Dyke Show with your arm around her. You'd complain about having to sit through the same episodes for the millionth time, but she'd know you were just teasing her and she'd do it back when it was your turn to pick the entertainment.

You made your way to the kitchen, where in a perfect world, you’d wrap your arms around Wanda from behind while she cooked. You’d tell her it smelled amazing and offer to help, but she’d shoo you away or have you do something mundane like chop the vegetables. 

You continued your tour of the house, taking note of the different rooms. 

You and Wanda would share the master bedroom upstairs, which had its own bathroom attached. You’d read her favorite book while she showered - on the nights where you didn’t join her, if there were any - and when she came out you’d discourage her from even bothering to put on clothes. You’d ravish her right there in your bed until the two of you were too tired to stay awake. And in the morning, she’d put on one of your shirts or sweaters and you’d tell her she looked adorable in your clothes.

One particular room downstairs caught your eye. You knew it would be the perfect nursery. Wanda would pick out a crib and you would insist on building it yourself despite the fact that she could put it together with her magic. 

Wanda would be the best mother any child could ask for, you knew it in your heart. 

Would’ve been.

Some of the other rooms would later be turned into kids’ bedrooms, depending on how many the two of you decided to have. Maybe Wanda would have twins like her mother did.

You entered the master bedroom and laid down, too exhausted to bring your stuff in from the car. Emotionally, you were torn and confused. This was your home and it almost felt like one. It was absolutely perfect, but the one thing that mattered the most was missing. 

Wanda.

Too tired even to mourn her, you fell asleep in what would’ve been your shared bed in your “someday” home.

You stirred at the feeling of something touching your face. In your half-asleep fogginess, you swore it felt like a hand, like fingers softly stroking your cheek. 

“You’re here,” a familiar voice said in disbelief. “I missed you detka.”

Your eyes blinked open and your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you.

There she was, as beautiful and tangible as you remembered. 

“Wanda?” You breathed out, confused. “This is a dream isn’t it?”

“No, my love. You’re awake,” she replied, sitting down beside you, her hand cupping your cheek as she looked down at you. Her eyes were glossy with tears while she studied you longingly as if she hadn’t seen you in years.

“How- how is this possible?” You asked, bringing a hand up to rest it over hers on your cheek, needing to feel her, to know she was real.

“I was right, Y/N. In a world with magic and superheroes, ghosts aren’t totally out of the question.” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. She looked and felt so real and if this was a dream you never wanted to wake up.

“But if you’re a ghost… then that means you didn’t cross over or… I don’t know how it works,” you mumbled, trying to put the pieces together.

“Something wanted me to cross over. I could feel the pull, but I fought it. I couldn’t leave you. So I stayed. Somehow my spirit got tied to this house,” she explained. “I guess since we never really settled down anywhere, I was tethered to the one place we always said we would.”

“I still don’t believe I’m not dreaming.”

“You aren’t, moya lyubov, you’ll see. I’ll still be here tomorrow, and the next day, and all the days after.” She moved to lay beside you, propping her elbow on the bed to rest her head in her hand, doting green eyes meeting yours once more. “Whatever was pulling me to the other side gave up a while ago when I kept refusing,” she said, biting back a smile as her hand came up to cup your cheek. “I’m not leaving you again.”

Her words sunk in, finally hitting you, and you couldn’t hold back the desperate sobs that shook your frame. Wanda reached for you, holding you in her arms, whispering comforts and reassurances into the side of your head between kisses. “It’s okay, I’m here now. You’re not alone.” 

Her touches felt so real, you weren’t sure how you were making physical contact if she truly was a ghost. She didn’t have a body, just a soul. 

But god, the feeling of her arms around you was one you'd missed so dearly that it had been tearing you up inside. You felt safe and loved once again and you didn’t bother to question how she was really there as long as she kept holding you close. 

You didn’t know how long you cried against her shoulder, only that every time you breathed in and smelled her perfume mixed with the scent of her skin, you cried harder. 

Eventually, you wore yourself out, whispering a broken “please don’t leave” before falling asleep in her warm embrace.

When you woke up the next morning, she was still there - and every day after that.

She never left.

You found yourself finally believing in ghosts.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff imagine #kinktober but make it sad #alexa writes

[imperiuswrecked]

If you are STILL defending Elizabeth Olsen to this day, and that joke they try to pass off as Wanda Maximoff then I'm sorry for you. I simply would not die on the hill where an actress has shown herself to be racist several times, even after she was told TO HER FACE what she was saying was racist by a tv talk show host and this was recorded and released and she KEPT making racist remarks. It's clear Olsen views the Romani people as g*psies/a costume she can play her witchy fantasies in.

The constant erasure of Wanda's Romani & Jewish heritage by Olsen, the MCU and Marvel Comics, not to mention mcu Wendy's rabid fans who attack anyone who calls them out on their bullshit, all so 1 white actress can be "this witch chick is crazy and I think that's girl power" as representation instead of an actual Romani actress being given a chance to portray her people in one of the most high profile Romani characters ever created is disgusting to me personally.

So yeah. I am gonna celebrate MCU Wendy being dead. I don't care if they bring her back. I'm fucking glad they dropped a mountain on her and I find it hilarious.

MCU Wendy is a not a character, it's a caricature of Wanda Maximoff. I'm just glad MCU Pietro died a long time ago so I didn't have to see his character being dragged through the mud for years.

#mcu criticism #wendy mayomoff #i dont care if she has 7 appearance contracts left or whatever bc as far as im concerned the character was dead to me along time ago

[gay-dorito-dust]

I can’t want what I don’t have.

⚠️ MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS SO IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE MOVIE PLZ LOOK AWAY FOR YOUR SAKE. ⚠️

A/n: This is very, very rushed cuz I loved this movie very much and had to get something out asap.

“C’mon Wanda darling, just look at our children you can’t say no to those faces now can you?” You said as you crouched down besides young Billy and Tommy who had asked for your aid in persuading their mother, your wife, into allowing them to sneak an early taste of her cooking batter but your wife was being quite persistent in preventing you three from doing so. As though on cue from an unknown director the children brought out their puppy dog eyes up at Wanda who was trying her best not to break under the sweet domestic moment she was having with her beloved family by concealing it with a typical parental stare she’s trained her face to contort into whenever you or the children we’re up to no good; If Wanda initially thought Pietro was a bad influence she was obviously looking past the true negative influence her significant other. The love of her life.

Yet she couldn’t bring herself to get annoyed at you nor the kids. A family was something she’s always wanted, even as a little kid watching those old black and white low budget sitcoms with her family all those nights ago where she was once a naive child to the horrors that laid beyond the doorway that would put the monster in her closest to shame. Ever since she met you at the avengers compound where you became close after the events of the civil war that broke your team apart for some time. That dream only amplified when she saw how you acted towards children of the less fortunate by performing magic to ease their nerves and help them embrace their laughter instead, taking their minds off of the horrors that laid beyond; protecting them from the things Wanda wished she could protect her younger self from. She remembered the times where you’d visit her in her room during her worst days with her favourite sitcoms and food along with some plushie friends that she kept on your shared bed much to your chagrin. You meant so much to her that the mere thought of you being taken away from her was a furlong dream she never wished to experience as the pain would be enough to push her over the edge she was already teetering on with the loss of Vision. Wanda considered herself lucky enough to have you by her side during those dark times that sooner or later she realised that she was forming feeling for you and naturally she was scared; for being loved by her and loving her was a death sentence. Everyone who Wanda had ever loved or has ever loved her only ended up dead but when you showed persistence during your fights and stubbornness when she tried to push you away for your own safety the words you told her that day still rang true when she looked into your eyes.

“Wanda I love you, I love you in every possible reality imaginable because loving you is the most beautiful I could ever experience. I could care less if I died right here right now as it meant I lived a full life being loved by you and loving you to the fullest of my being. Your not getting rid of me that easily Wanda darling,” you brought your hands against hers as both of your (f/c) magic and her scarlet magic became acquainted with one another, “we’re meant to be, Wanda maximoff and Y/n Maximoff. Together forever.” Wanda only chuckled as you three stared at her impatiently. “Please mom we promise to be really, really good afterwards.” Tommy begged as he clung to your side. “Yeah, we’ll staring cleaning our room more and going to sleep on time.” Billy chimed in with a wide innocent smile as his brother only looked at him in betrayal, “you done ratting us out yet Billy?” Billy only looked to his brother with a apologetic smile, “sorry Tommy but you should know better then to make me keep secretes, I’m a terrible secrete keeper especially to our parents!” You and Wanda laughed as they squabbled their way into the living room as brothers do as you decided to hug her from behind as she continued to cook.

You head resting into the crook of her neck, lips barely brushing her skin making her insides practically burst into flames upon contact. “Now that trouble makers one and two are gone how about you let me get a taste of that sweetness.” You said cheekily as you wiggles your fingers, using your magic to pull the cooking batter out of her range and into your hands when Wanda swatted your hand away laughing at your silliness, moving in your arms to raise her own hand to flick your forehead lightly as punishment. “You should know better by now then to ask for things that aren’t yours to ask for.” Wanda teased as you rubbed your forehead before a smile creeped up on your lips as you brought your face close to hers as though your words were too sacred for your children to hear in on, “that wasn’t the sweetness I wasn’t asking a taste of my gorgeous wife.” With Wanda taken off guard it gave you the opportunity to give her a innocent kiss on the lips while your other hands did their literal magic and lifted the bowl containing the batter into the air and across the room to the living room where Tommy and Billy had settled their dispute in favour of watching cartoons and laid before them on the coffee table causing them to gasp; Billy, ever the mommy’s boy, noticed straight away that this was your doing and turned on the couch so he was facing you and Wanda, “Mommy, y/n used their magic!” while his brother delved fingers first into the sweet cooking batter with zero regard, looking at him with disappointment as he continued to smear more chocolate across his lips, muttering under his breath of how much his brother was a goody two shoes suck up.

Wanda, pulling away from your soft lips to look at you with a raised brow as you raised your hands, not realising that one of them was coated in (f/c) magic until it was too late. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Wanda asked as she crossed her arms as Billy waddled over to her side to copy her pose as he looked at you with an attempted scowl but his baby face made it look as though he was pouting for reading someone’s mind the sixth time that week. “Alright, alright I’m guilty of the most heinous of crimes, what is my punishment oh powerful and mighty Wanda,” Billy coughed into his hand, “oh and the amazing Billy Maximoff.” You added making him smile. Wanda’s heart warmed at the interaction before kneeling down to her son, “what should we do?” She asked as he made a questioning face before whispering sometime in her ear as she smiled back at him agreeably, bringing herself back up to her feet as she stared you down. “Your punishment, made by the ever so wise Billy, is death by cuddles.” Before you could utter a word in response, Wanda, Billy and Tommy all jumped at you at once as they squeezed you tightly in their arms as hard as they could as laughter filled the home. Laughters of love, laughter of fun and most of all the laughter of a beloved family.

Wanda awoke from her dream with a gasp, listing herself up from her bed as she instinctively looked over at the other side which would’ve belonged to you as though you were still alive and well as you were in her dreams. Her heart broke when it laid as vacant as the day you left on a suicide mission, never to return as a familiar bitterness filled her chest as she cradled the shirt that was placed over the pillow she rested her head upon that night; the shirt that once belonged to you but yet as like everything in life did, your scent began to fade away with time and soon enough your shirt would soon become another random shirt that will join your other belongs at the bottom of her wardrobe when finally looses your scent. Reminding her of the worst day of her life over and over and over again. Your laughter from her dreams haunt her as tears bite her eyes when she recollected the events leading up to her reclusion within her own magic to keep your memory alive as though she was scared that you’d one day be forgotten.

A fate of which Wanda refused to allow as loosing all memory of you would be like loosing all memory of what made you love her and what made her love you. Yes she wanted to marry you, yes she wanted to raise kids with you, adopted or not because either way they would be yours to protect and love until you couldn’t. Fate had taken you away from her and now she couldn’t help but be envious of every variant of herself that got to live a life where she kept you, Billy and Tommy; It wasn’t fair! It just wasn’t! How come they got to live the life that SHE wanted and not her! Her heart broke whenever you kissed her variants lips over and over and over again, wishing that it was her lips you were kissing. Her heart broke when she had to watch through her variants eyes as you played with your children in the backyard or taking them on their first day of school or when Billy, roughly age 18 in context of the dream, coming home from his first date with his boyfriend. Wanda wanted all that and more yet she drew the short straw and was doomed to watch others being happy and forcing herself to be happy for them when she wanted to be the one with the happy ending. She wanted you. She never got the chance to tell you that she loved you before you left and ever since she’s regretted it every day that she was allowed to live.

Now that her powers had awakened to their full potential she won’t stop until she had you, Billy and Tommy in her arms once more like she did in Westview, she didn’t care for the repercussions of her actions as they weren’t hers to deal with because she was justified in her anger, Stephen said it so, which is why the multiverse would pay for hanging you in front of her living a life with those who aren’t her yet share her likeness and name. After all you belong to her did you not?

#marvel imagines #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #mcu fic #mcu imagines #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #marvel fic #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x gender neutral reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #Wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff fanfiction #the scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch x you

[ssadumba55]

Pietro Maximoff and Spy! Reader Headcanons

Request: Hi, I've never requested something before so- I might be doing this wrong (super sorry if I am) if you could, could you do Pietro dating spy reader headcanons, maybe reader works with shield and goes on missions, idk it is 100% up to you :)

The two of you meet through the Avengers (duh!). You're not really affiliated with the Avengers but you are a close personal friend to both Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton (having met both during their time working for SHIELD), so you're often around just for the two of them

You hate the Maximoff twins when they first arrive at the Tower Tony has set up as home base for the time being. They reek of trouble and not only that, but they actively took place in trying to harm the team (who you've grown to care about). Just because they've had a change in heart, doesn't mean you have.

You avoid them at all costs. But even though it's a big tower, it's not that easy to avoid them especially since they both live there, having nowhere else to go.

Wanda is almost always with Vision, she doesn't actively seek out interaction with you or anyone else unless they seek it out with her first.

But Pietro is a whole different story. He likes to talk and he likes to be talked to. He doesn't understand that you're slightly uncomfortable by his presence and he talks to you as if he's known you all his life. At first, it's a little weird, but slowly over time, you become accustomed to it.

It takes a long time before you warm up enough to him to call him a friend and even longer still until the two of you are able to call each other partners, but he does a good job at breaking down your walls.

Once the two of you start dating, you spend a lot more time around the tower

You're both super mopey when the other is out on missions, even though you trust that the other will be careful, you still miss each other a lot

He is a bit of a freak when it comes to you getting hurt. Seriously, if you ever return from a mission injured, he is panicked beyond imagining. Bruce will tell him it's fine, you're fine, that it's nothing serious and he'll still panic and freak out. Paces the floor a lot.

He just doesn't like the idea of losing anyone else, not after losing his parents. You, Wanda and the Avengers are all he has now and the thought of losing his new family kills him.

Late night movie nights just the two of you, popcorn, cuddling on the couch.

He's like the best boyfriend. Whenever you need anything, he's gone in a flash and back with whatever it is you needed. He shouldn't really be using his powers for random household things like that, but he can't help himself. He wants to make you happy and he'd do anything to see you smile.

You guys are big on PDA, especially him. Hand holding, cuddling, the other Avengers pretend they don't notice.

Comforting him when he has nightmares about the night his parents died. You sometimes wonder if Wanda has nightmares just as bad as his, how lucky they are that they are now surrounded by people who love them and can help them through that

I don't know why but I feel like he would love giving you piggy back rides. Just a random silly thing the two of you do.

It's really funny to him that you're a spy, because you're such a sweet genuine person when it's just the two of you. He can't picture you shooting people or being ruthless at all.... that is until the two of you have missions together. Then he understands all too well.

Despite being affectionate in front of the Avengers, your relationship is actually top secret. Both of you have far too many enemies.

#marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel headcanons #pietro maximoff x reader #spy! reader #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader

[observeowl]

Her Assistant | Chapter 15 - I can (finally)

Summary: After losing her family, Natasha Romanoff builds her company from the ground up. During the rise of her company, she decided she needed an assistant, one that works in her office and her house. That's when she saw your resume. After working five years for her, how was it like working for her? Or more importantly, how things progress?

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Natasha POV The doctor told me that due to her excessive crying, it led to her getting a bit dehydrated and causing her to faint. They have shifted her to a ward where she can rest before she wakes up.

I opened the document Bucky handed to me earlier and saw it was a report of a DNA test. Even though neither Diana nor I said anything to her, I should have known that she was starting to suspect something. She was quick in making sure of her suspicions that she had gone to request for a DNA test between her and Evelyn. I don't know how she managed to get samples from Evelyn but she had managed to do it.

Evelyn was truly hers. Y/N is the biological mother of Evelyn.

She really had gotten pregnant before. It must have happened during the three year gap she took before going to college. That explains why she became so close off after that.

"Miss Romanoff." Bucky greeted, showing Wanda and Pietro behind him as they entered the room.

"Why did you guys come?"

"Isn't it common courtesy to visit when someone is sick?" Wanda answered innocently. "Or is it different here?" She continued when she saw the grim on my face.

It wasn't as if I wasn't happy to see that Y/N had a few friends that thought well to come and visit but I knew Y/N would rather be left alone and not be the center of the attention. She wouldn't want to be asked if she was doing alright when all she could think about was her deceased child.

"It's nice of you to come, but I think it's better you leave. I'll pass on your thoughts to her. I don't think she'd like it if there were too many people crowding her." I explained to them.

"Alright, let us know if you need any help." Wanda offered.

I nodded and saw them out before remembering something. "Actually, could you pop by my office tomorrow to make sure everything is going fine. Just make sure there is no problem arising, any decision still needs to come by me." I said, giving this chance to Wanda to have some learning experience on desk earlier than initially planned.

Minutes after they left, Y/N started stirring and woke up. She immediately sat up and tried to get out of bed. I tried stopping her and forcing her back to bed. She's way too weak to be leaving. "Stop! Let me go!"

"No! You're staying in bed until tomorrow morning!" I raised my voice at her.

"I'll hate you forever if you force me to stay here." She seethed. I looked at her to see if she was serious. I never thought she'll pull out such an ultimatum at this point. Nevertheless, I held my ground.

"You can hate me all you want. But you're not leaving this room." With a huff, she falls back to bed not before grumbling a few words. "I assure you, you can see her tomorrow."

Your POV Natasha knows... she knows... she saw the paper for god sake. I can't believe I found my daughter but now she's gone... in front of my eyes. I thought she died, they told me she died. I still can't believe it.

Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face again, this time silently. Natasha's hands were on my back and I turned to face her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it. I don't hate you."

"I know... it's okay... you're allowed to say anything you want at this point in time. " I shook my head. It's against the conduct to be speaking against your employer, I should have controlled my feelings. "Stop. I know what you're thinking, that you don't deserve to feel this way. But you do. I don't know what happened between you and Evelyn but I definitely saw the bond between you two in just three days."

"My daughter... she grew up to be so pretty."

"Yes she did. She obviously got her looks from you."

We held a conversation for a while until I started to feel my eyelids getting heavier and I noticed Natasha was sitting on a chair all day.

"It looks uncomfortable. Do you want to share the bed or shall I take the chair instead?"

"And risk you leaving the room? Never." I shrugged my shoulders thinking she was rejecting it until she stood up and told me to scoot over and make space for her.

The bed was quite small for two people so our shoulders were touching as we lay on the bed. It was awkward in the beginning as we didn't know what to do. Being able to hear her breathing and feel the heat radiating from her was something different. Although I think we personally have quite a close employee-employer relationship compared to most, this takes it a step further.

Eventually, my mind overthought itself until it became tired and I drifted off to sleep.

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As per usual, I woke up earlier than Natasha. No matter what happened, my body clock refused to change. I looked to the left and saw her chest rising and falling at a steady pace so I got up carefully and went to the connected washroom to freshen up. There was a shower there so I took a quick one, I guess that's the perk of having money and a private room.

I scanned the room before opening the drawer checking to see if there was anything I could use to make coffee for Natasha. There were only 3-in-1 mix or 2-in-1 mix so I took the latter and started boiling some water.

The loud sound of the water boiling woke Natasha and she lazily opened her eyes. When she saw I was no longer in bed with her, she sat up straighter and looked around until her eyes landed on me. "I thought you ran." She flopped back down on the bed.

"There is only packet mix here." I informed her as I placed the coffee cup next to her.

"That's fine." She swung her legs to the side of the bed and took a sip. "Can't complain when this is all I can get."

"How are you feeling?" She glanced at me as she set the cup down.

I shrugged my shoulders, not having a way to describe my feelings. Everywhere, would probably be the closest answer. "Should I ask Bucky to bring you a change of clothes?" I directed the attention away from me.

"It's fine. Bucky brought Wanda and Pietro here yesterday and wanted me to pass on the well wishes. I figured you didn't want so many people around so I told them to go home."

Who would have thought I'd have friends who come to visit me when I'm in the hospital other than the few friends I have. "Thank you." Natasha was right, I don't know how I would react if there were others. I was not mentally stable enough to entertain others or have others look at me as if I was sick.

Natasha POV Once I managed to freshen up, we began the drive to the funeral. I'm surprised at the professionalism that she managed to keep. It would have been fine even if she didn't make my morning coffee or set of clothes for the day. I don't know how to tell her to stop and grieve for a moment.

When we reached, I realised she was taking a few deep breaths so I exited the car first to give her a bit of time. She leaned forward and against the steering wheel and her back was shaking. I want to be able to give her a shoulder to cry on but I don't know how.

"Sorry, I'm ready to go now." She made me jump lightly as I didn't hear her opening the car door.

"It's alright, take your time. I'll go with your flow." Y/N locked the car and walked towards the crowd.

The Williams recognised her entering and went towards her. "I'm sorry for your loss." She spoke first.

They shook their heads. "I know you're affected too. It happened right in front of us. No one would have known this would happen." The husband spoke. Y/N gave them a sad smile as she let a tear slip before wiping it away.

"Did you manage to get any info on Evelyn?" Diana asked. Y/N looked confused before asking what she meant. "Was she your daughter?"

Y/N looked at each of us stunned before replied. "Yes..."

"Thank you for giving birth to her. She was the best part of our life for the past 8 years. We can't thank you enough for giving us such an amazing gift. We wish you were there to witness it all." Diana went forward for a hug which Y/N took a while to reciprocate.

"W-was she good?" Y/N asked while hugging.

"She was great, perfect even. The best there is."

Y/N let a few more tears fall before pulling away. "Thank you for raising her so well." They let her off to pay her respect before being approached by others who were paying their respect as well.

I've never really seen Y/N's back since I'm always standing in front of her. She looked so devastated from behind. I never noticed how she looked from behind although that was what she mostly sees of me. Y/N stood there silently for a while before placing the flowers on the ground. I saw her mouth move a little but I was unable to hear anything.

After that, she went to a nearby bench to sit as she pulled her legs to her chest and hugged them. Even as the funeral proceeded and the coffin was covered in dirt, she continued to watch from afar. Time passed and people started leaving but she was still sitting there not moving. Once everyone left it was already getting darker and she walked closer to the grave and knelt down.

I gave her a bit of space before checking in with Wanda to see the progress in the office. Thankfully, nothing major requires my attention. Since we didn't announce when we were going to launch our new product, pushing the date back should be alright.

"I'm ready to leave." Y/N said as I ended the call.

I nodded and held my palm out and curled my fingers. "I'm not going to let you drive. Give me the keys." She seemed unwilling to do so until she realised I wasn't going to back down and searched in her pockets before pulling out the keys.

It was quite a bit of a drive from the graveyard but we eventually reached home. I turned to my side and saw Y/N sleeping peacefully. I didn't want to wake her up but we had to enter the house somehow. I told Bucky to come and help me carry her into her room before asking him to order some dinner as we haven't eaten the whole day.

Wanda chimed in saying she didn't mind cooking a small side dish as she has been interested in cooking and has been looking through some recipes. As much as Pietro can cook, he takes a long time to cook and we would be eating at midnight if it was left up to him. He was better as a sous chef for Wanda.

I left them to it before taking care of Y/N. "Hmmm, are we back already?" She stirred as I was pulling the duvet close to her.

"Yes, you're already in your bed. Bucky helped me bring you in. Just rest until it's time for dinner. I'll call you again." I said softly before getting ready to leave. I felt a hand on my wrist as I turned to leave. "Do you need anything else?"

It took her a while before she replied. "I don't want to be alone." She looked so scared as she said it.

"Do you want me to get in with you?" I made sure it was what she wanted. She nodded and I lifted the duvet before getting in. "Alright, I'll be right here."

It took me by surprise when Y/N held onto me and muttered. "Don't leave me." My heart clenched when she said those three words. I let my hand stroke between her hair as she drifted off to sleep.

"I won't. I'll take care of you. I want to take care of you." She finally relaxed and let her mind rest. I didn't lie when I said I want to take care of her, I like her, a lot. I'm falling for her and it's scary.

Your POV It was nice waking up feeling warm. A different kind of warmth that I'm used to, this radiates throughout my body and I felt myself hoping that this never ends. When I realised it was Natasha, my face heated up before realising what happened before. I couldn't believe what I did. Did I just ask her to stay with me?

I was still feeling embarrassed by my actions when Natasha woke up. "Oh hey, you woke up. Bucky must have left us alone." She said after checking her phone to see that it has been around two hours since we came back.

"U-y yeah..." I became a stuttering mess now that my head was a lot clearer and being in close proximity to her.

"Are you alright? Want to head down for late dinner? We really haven't eaten the whole day." Natasha asked as she got out of my bed. I looked at her without answering her and she repeated her question. "Y/N?" She waved her hand in front of me to get my attention.

"Why are you taking care of me?"

She sat on the edge of my bed and my eyes followed her action. "I want to take care of you. I like to take care of you. I like you."

My mind didn't really catch the first two sentences as she was speaking really quickly but I heard the last one clearly. "You... like me?" I reinforced my sentence with my hands and I pointed to her then to me.

"Yes, I like you. I don't know when it started but I started noticing you a lot more and I want to care for you. B-but if you're not okay with it, it's alright. If you really feel uncomfortable, I can terminate this contract now and you're free to go."

"NO!" I shouted, shocking even myself. "I- I mean, I don't want to go but I don't know what I'm feeling." I admitted. Romantic relationships have never ended well for me and I don't have much experience.

"That's fine. I'll just continue to show you my appreciation but if it gets too much you can let me know. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." I nodded along with her words.

Her energy completely changed from serious to cheerful as she took my wrist and started dragging me out of the room. "Come on! If you're not hungry, I am." I had to quickly get out of my bed, lest I fall off.

Bucky and the Maximoff siblings were chatting in the living room when we entered and they noticed us pretty quickly with our noisy footsteps. "Miss Romanoff." Bucky greeted when he saw her. "I'll go heat up the food, it'll come shortly."

Wanda and Pietro didn't say anything but they were still looking in our direction. It was getting weird with the staring so I cleared my throat and told them I was going to help Bucky in the kitchen before he burned the food and kitchen.

"How was it?" Bucky asked when I went in to help him.

"How was what?" I asked as I started taking out the cutlery and placed them on the tray for later. I took enough for the five of us but Bucky said the rest of them already ate.

"Sleeping with Miss Romanoff, of course!"

"Don't say it like that!"

"Come on, I went in wanting to inform you dinner was ready but you were cuddling with her. I've never seen her so soft."

Soft... What a contrast. I didn't respond but we continued to talk about other things such as this being our down period compared to all the other hectic things as we waited for the food to be ready and served them to Natasha.

"I hope you enjoy it. That little side dish was made by me. Tell me what you think about it later." Wanda said chirpily and I was glad that she felt safe enough in this environment to share her feelings.

"I'll be sure to let you know." I told her as I took the first seat next to Natasha as she sat at the head of the table. Natasha looked at her food but didn't start eating. "Is there something wrong with the food? Should I get you something else?" I asked. She has always been easy with food options and eats almost anything that is presented in front of her.

She shook her head but her focus remained on the food. "Is there something else I can do?" Thinking maybe she somehow got sick from not eating for too long. She finally looked up at me and I looked at her waiting for her answer.

"Can I sit next to you?" Natasha asked shyly. I blanked out for a moment and my mind replayed the scene in the kitchen with Bucky. She really did turn soft. "It's okay if you don't want it, I'm okay with here." She began digging into her food when I didn't answer her thinking I didn't like it.

"Ah no, you can- you can sit next to me. I was just- I was just thinking of something Bucky said to me."

"You're cute when you stutter, it's a different side of you." She said as she stood up and sat next to me by the long side of the table but not before pressing a kiss on my head before sitting down. I sucked in a deep breath and it was my turn to stare at my food. "I like it when you blush too."

Where the hell did this woman find her confidence from?

The rest of dinner was done in silence until the end. "Wanda's side dish is great. Maybe she should start cooking for us more often." I commented to break the silence. We were done with dinner but we continued sitting there next to each other.

"I thought Pietro was the one with cooking experiences."

"He does, it's just he cooks really slowly. Which is surprising considering he does everything else quickly. Perhaps he's just afraid of moving too fast in the kitchen." I noted after seeing him work for a few days.

Seeing as the conversation wasn't moving anymore, I took our trays and brought them to the kitchen and placed them in the dishwasher.

"We are heading to the office tomorrow. I need to finalise some things and prepare for the soft launch of the new product line. The marketing team needs to know what to advertise." Natasha came and told me while I cleaned up a bit.

"Yes Miss Romanoff."

"Don't call me that." She turned around and responded very quickly. "It sounds very formal like you're rejecting me."

"It's a habit when you give me orders. I have been following you for almost 5 years. You can't expect me to drop it all of a sudden."

"Just try not to do it again." I nodded and she went off back to her office I'm assuming.

After wiping the dishes dry and settling them back into the cupboard, I went to find Wanda who was in her room. Pietro was sharing with Bucky because apparently, that's what bros do when they have survived and fought against one another.

I went in to tell her her food was amazing and that she could help in the kitchen sometime if she would like. But somehow we landed on the topic of Natasha. We talked for quite a while and I ended up sitting on Wanda's bed and talking about her.

"I think you came at a lucky time. She used to be much stricter with no room for error. She was quite a demon." Wanda chuckled at the way I described her.

"But I'm learning a lot." Wanda said with sparkles in her eyes. "I went to her office today and people were telling me things instead of ordering me without explanation. It was quite a change."

"It only happens when you're that high up in a position like Natasha. In the beginning, you would still be receiving orders."

"But at least I know what I'm working towards." I nodded, acknowledging the way she was thinking. We continued talking for a while before we decided that it was best for us to head to bed.

I knocked on Natasha's office door before entering. "Do you require anything before I lock the house?" Typical her was still working even though it was already midnight.

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

"Don't stay up too late. Goodnight... Natasha." It was still weird saying her first name more so especially after she confessed to liking me.

"Goodnight."

Natasha POVIt brings a smile to my face to see Y/N not resisting the change. She's usually so calm and collected and I can't believe this was what it takes to shift her out of her comfortable spot. I sighed after placing a full stop on the last sentence I've typed. Perhaps I should follow her for once and head to bed early for once.

I made sure everything was saved properly before logging out.

I changed into my pyjamas before noting there was a cup with steam sitting on my bedside table. It must have been placed there not too long ago. It was a cup of warm milk that Y/N had prepared for me. I've never told her to prepare this for me ever but it brought so much warmth to my heart before I even drank it. I could feel her sweetness with the honey she placed in the milk.

I finished the milk quickly and washed it up before heading to bed, feeling the best I've ever felt.

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #my writing #Her Assistant #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fanfiction

[moosemonstrous]

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU

I was taking notes while rewatching the movie bc why not. Extremely random thoughts below:

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff pilot Cherno Alpha

Kaijiu are demons

The Charger suffered tons of corruption damage before Beto died and Eli went off the rails?

Amadeus would 100% try to drift with his only access to a corrupted tissue are you kidding me sorry Robbie as soon as he gets a wind of this he's plugging into your brain

Stark (rokhal's idea for the other scientist accepted as canon here) is much more hell yeah than Herman but still. Hell doesn't exist what next does an angelic host come down to help with the fight? Wait what do you mean a guy was found frozen in the ice after the last attack

Charlie Hunnam has Strong Johnny Blaze vibes

This AU would obvs run on a different timeline and I want a PR person (Kate Bishop?) to try and make Robbie into a celebrity because come on. He's young enough to appeal to all demographics without it being weird and cleans up well enough if you can get him to stop scowling for two seconds.

Hannibal Chau is just himself no notes. Although... No, Deadpool couldn't run a business if his life depended on it.

Ivanov has a Deal with Chau to give him access to demon remains.

Mako's backstory explains what happened to Juliana after she fled with the boys

Johnny was the pilot who saved Robbie and Gabe? Only Roxanne died in that fight and he left the program rather than sticking around to adopt random orphans.

I'm just really into the idea that one of the rangers getting damaged/killed is pretty typical, but once you get the hang of a drift it's easier to do it with someone else. So you always have a few potential candidates in your back pocket, and some pretty odd pilot mixes. They all need so much therapy.

Demons learn to knock out the jaegers' circuits? The Charger doesn't run on nuclear, but it sure seems to run anyway. With a whole lot of fire coming from the reactor. Stark has kittens about it this is not how physics work.

Why isn't Reyes burnt to a crisp? Amadeus put the neural interface down right now or so help him

Robbie has the worst rates of colateral property damage out of any ranger. He reckons 'would it be better if I murdered civilians' won't go well as an excuse.

The Charger seems to have an infinite arsenal of melee weapons that just. Form. Again, Stark has kittens about it.

I completely forgot about the Kaiju baby oh my god

Seriously Guillermo would make such a good Ghost Rider movie can you imagine

Eli's immediate goal would be to kill Ivanov, but what happens after that? Going through the Breach to shake down his patron seems like a good idea right. And Roberto is down! For the wrong reasons but he'll come around.

#Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU

[littlefeatherwitch]

𝓣𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟

Chapter 01 of The five stages of grief

Wanda maximoff x fem!reader

Tags / Warnings : no smut, death, major character death

Word count : 2k

Summary : When you die you learn that grief is not only for the living and that there is a certain stage to go through before you really pass to the other side. A fiction based on the 5 stages of grief, a chapter will correspond to a stage. There will be 6 chapters, the first one is reserved for the introduction of this fiction 

Tuesday, May 23 - 9:37 a.m.: The machine made a dull noise announcing that no heart was beating in your chest, the doctors had done everything to save you but your heart never wanted to start again in spite of all the electroshock and epinephrine passed through the infusions in your arms. Wanda was quickly pulled aside by the doctors and when one of them approached her to tell her she collapsed to the floor knowing what was about to be told to her. 

Wanda had been your girlfriend for 8 years now, you had gotten together when you were in high school and everyone knew that your love would last because you had loved each other since you were children. You were there for her in each of her bereavements, when she lost her parents, when Pietro had his car accident, when she lost her best friend's vision; you saw her destroy herself little by little doing everything you could to keep her afloat while she grieved. Then she returned the favor when you lost your friend, Natasha was killed in a shooting and she was the only victim, and as you worked through your grief you kept hearing people and newspapers say that it could have been worse and that one victim was a miracle. However, for you it was anything but a miracle, your world had lost its flavor and even Wanda could not help you anymore. You felt like you had lost the biggest part of yourself.

When you died you felt your spirit separate from your body seeing everything that was happening around you. When you heard the doctors pronounce your death you tried to scream at them that you were not dead, that you were still there but nothing helped, nobody heard you, nobody saw you. 

You followed the doctor trying to grab they but your hand wouldn't hold on to their shoulder, nothing helped, you had to give up. You were dead... even if you didn't know why it was happening this way you understood. The worst part was not the realization of your death but the reaction of Wanda collapsing to her knees on the hospital floor begging to be told that it wasn't true even though you were only a few feet away.

Your tears rolled down your cheeks as you watched Wanda be escorted into the room where your body lay to say goodbye one last time. You had been admitted to the hospital for a simple pain in your chest, Wanda had insisted that you go see a doctor but you always refused until the pain became too much and you could not take it anymore. You had been hospitalized 5 days ago, the doctors had found a mass that was moving rapidly towards your heart, they had to make you undergo a whole battery of tests to see if they could remove this mass other than by the operation which was much too risky according to them.

None of the tests had come back negative and finally they had scheduled this surgery for Tuesday, May 23rd at 11:30 am but you didn't survive until that time... The redhead put a hand on your cheek like she used to do when you needed reassurance, one of her tears flowed down your face but you could not feel anything.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and when you turned around you saw Natasha, you didn't really understand what was happening but you jumped into her arms crying loudly on her shoulder.

"Tasha, what are you doing here?" you finally asked as time around you seemed to stand still 

"I need to explain to you what's going to happen from now on," she whispered in a voice that was almost broken by having to say the words

"So this is real? I'm really... dead?" 

"I'm sorry y/n..." 

"I don't understand, if I'm dead, why do I see you, but why do I also see wands...?" 

"You are between the world of life and the world of death... otherwise known as "the world of grief" it is a transitional place between the two worlds"

"What does this mean?" 

"I promise to explain but you have to understand that these are just the basics of this world, there are differences for each of the people who are here" 

"I'm not sure I understand Tasha..." 

"This world is reserved for the dead, when a person dies they come here immediately; that person will have to stay here until every person they knew has reached the final stage of grief" 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Grief is made up of 5 stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance; each person goes through their stages more or less easily, and as long as one of the people is still in one of these stages the deceased person concerned cannot join the world of the dead, that of eternal rest or something like that"

"I know those stages I've been there, you know...when I lost you after the shooting" 

"I know y/n I was there the whole time, I never stopped looking out for you"

"I can't believe that all this really exists... is there anything else I need to know?" 

"I can't give you all the information like this, you'll have to find out some things on your own and more information will come later" 

"Are there other people here? I mean where are her parents, Pietro or even Vision? Wanda never managed to forget them". 

"No there isn't, you know there's a difference between grieving and forgetting, Wanda managed to move on and see a positive future even if those people weren't part of it anymore that's what grieving is" 

"How do I know that she will have grieved me? I mean there's no test like an exam so how are we supposed to know?" 

"You'll just know, and when it's done you can normally join the other world" 

"Why normally?" 

"There is a second condition you have to meet to get there, you have to be able to mourn yourself" 

"What? I don't understand" you said surprised at this second condition not even understanding what it could refer to

"You have to succeed in being at peace with the fact that you are dead, this is what we call the mourning of oneself, you are going to go through the same stages as for the mourning of a third person but for yourself, it is a rather complicated stage..." 

 "This stage is ridiculous I'm dead that's all there is to it" 

"I know it's hard y/n but you're going to have to get there, it's not as simple as that; you're going to have to understand that as long as you're here you can still see Wanda, once you're on the other side it will all disappear..." 

"But that's not fair! I'm sure none of this is real. I just landed in hell" you said trying to understand how it could really exist.

Natasha pulled you into her arms as you let yourself fall into her comforting embrace. 

"Why does everything around Wanda seem to stand still?" you asked as you looked around. 

"Time passes differently here, as if a game is paused in order to recite the rules; the rest of the time everything will unfold" 

"This is more proof that none of this is real! You can't create fucking time gaps and pause everyone for a moment". 

"It's more complicated than that, when the "world is paused" a millisecond on their side can correspond to several hours here; then when time resumes its normal course it's the same on their side as on ours; I know that all this can seem complicated but you'll get used to it"

Natasha grabbed your arm to take you out of the hospital while you integrated all the information they had just given you. You sat down on the green grass and took a deep breath surprised that you could still feel the sensations you felt just hours ago. 

"Why are you still here tasha? I mean...everyone has grieved on the living side not to be mean...did you ever come to terms with your death? 

"No I grieved for myself from the moment I landed here, when I heard the shots I felt like I wasn't going to make it, I was ready to die" 

"Then why are you still stuck here?" you asked not understanding her presence here

"There is one person who has never been able to grieve or move on without me..." 

"Who is it?" 

"You y/n..." 

"What? No I- I grieved" you immediately shot back 

"You never did y/n... you reached the stage of depression but every time you managed to get a little better you would hold on to the stage of denial and anger... grief is not a linear thing and sometimes there are backtracks but you never wanted to move on..."

"..." you remained silent lowering your head to your fingers 

"I don't blame you y/n, you felt guilty all these years for what happened to me but nothing was your fault I decided on my own to jump in front of you to take that bullet, it was you or me... I had nothing left to lose unlike you, you were making plans all the time with Wanda, about your studies, your jobs, your future children, your future home, marriage; you had your whole life ahead of you so I chose to save you" 

"Maybe I would have been better off if I had finally taken that bullet" you attempted on a humorous note not knowing if this was a good idea

"Maybe so" laughed Natasha in turn, placing her hand on yours; "y/n..." 

"Yes tasha?" 

"Now that the last person alive who hadn't grieved for me has passed away, I am free to join the other side" 

"You're leaving me here? Is that what you're saying?" you whispered with your eyes filling with tears 

"Y/n, I've been here so long, I'm exhausted, I can't stay here anymore, I have to go..." 

"I'm sorry you had to stay here because of me tasha...I understand you need to go and I'm letting you go..."

"Thank you y/n; I'll always be here if you need me, as much as I'd like to never come back here I will if you need me"

"What if Wanda never grieves...?" 

"She will, don't worry she's strong" 

"But what if she doesn't?"

"Then you'll have to stay here just like I did until she joins you..."

A bright white portal of light lit up at the end of the driveway dazzling you as Natasha turned to look at it. You looked at it confused not understanding what was going on. 

"It's time y/n, I gotta go" she said softly even though you knew she was happy to go to this one 

"I understand tasha, may I accompany you to the end?" 

"Of course" she grabbed your hand and you both walked to the foot of that huge white circle; "we'll see you soon y/n; take care and go through all the steps you're strong you'll make it just like Wanda" 

"Bye tasha" you replied as you saw her disappear on the other side turning around to go back to Wanda's side.

Natasha had crossed to the other side and some people were already waiting for her to arrive. 

"Do you think they will be okay?" asked Vision. 

"Wanda is strong, she will make it" answered Pietro. 

"Y/n is strong too but I'm worried about her and I hope that even if they are separated they will still be able to love each other until they meet again, life has never done them any favors and yet everyone knows that they were made to be together".  

The two boys each held onto one of Natasha's arms as the portal closed in front of their eyes, cutting them off from seeing you.

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Learn To Love Again - Chapter Twenty: Pegging

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: You have a hard time letting go. Pietro helps you out. An exploration of kink with Pietro Maximoff. Each chapter from chapter 2 onwards will be a different kink.

Chapter Summary: Roles are reversed.

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2927

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Notes:

yes I know it's been forever, sorry that it's been so long I wrote part of this while recovering from general anaesthetic, so if it doesn't make sense, I'm sorry and I'll try to fix it later.

warnings for the author being only semi-conscious while writing and posting, pegging, thunderstorms, pietro being emotionally vulnerable, mentions of war/bombs/parent death/pietro's childhood trauma

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You thought that Pietro was asleep until a rumble of thunder made him tense up beside you. Wordlessly, you pushed further into his space, pressing your lips to his cheek. He caught your hand and squeezed.

You hesitated for a moment. The bliss that you and Pietro were existing in seemed suddenly fragile, and you didn’t know if what you were about to say would break it. To soften the blow, you nuzzled him, pressing kisses along his jaw.

“Why don’t you like storms, baby?” you murmured.

Pietro just sighed. His arm tightened around your waist though, so he didn’t seem to be upset with you.

“It’s not storms specifically,” he said. “Just… I don’t like when things are out of my control. Most things I can see coming, but the thunder… Well. I can’t. Makes me feel helpless. Like I’m a kid again.”

The left remained unsaid. He’d already confided in you about the night his parents died. The way that he and Wanda had huddled in the rubble all night, clutching each other and praying that the bomb wouldn’t go off. No wonder loud, unpredictable sounds upset him.

You rolled over so that you were half on top of him, both hands pressed against his chest.

“Do you want me to fight Thor for you?” you whispered conspiratorially, and to your delight, he huffed out a laugh. There was a pause. He trailed his fingertips down your bare arm, making you shiver. “You know… You might not be able to tell when the thunder is coming, but I can.”

“You can?”

“Sure I can. It’s all electricity. I can feel it just before the lightning strikes, and the thunder follows a few seconds later.”

“That’s cool,” he said non-committally, tracing patterns on your skin with a fingertip.

“When I was kid, I loved storms,” you continued. “At my grandparents’ house there were these big double doors, and whenever there was a storm, we would all sit with the doors open and watch it. Sometimes it rained so hard that the road turned into a river, and then the frogs came out.”

Pietro still wasn’t looking at you. “That sounds very nice.”

“Pietro… Do you want to watch the storm with me? If you can see the lightning, then you won’t be surprised by the thunder. Plus, you’ve got me. I can warn you when the lightning is about to hit.”

He met your eyes. In the darkness of the bedroom, you could see his jaw clench.

“If you hate it, we can come back in here and I’ll find another way to distract you,” you said, smoothing a thumb over his nipple so that your meaning was clear.

“Fine. Let’s do it.”

You kissed his cheek and then slid out of bed. Pietro’s hoody was hanging on the back of the door, so you pulled it on over your bare chest. By the time you had put on a clean pair of panties and some pyjama bottoms, Pietro had put on a t-shirt and boxers.

“Hot chocolate?” you suggested, and he nodded.

As he heated up the milk, you leant back against the kitchen counter, admiring him. Your eyes trailed up and down his body, taking in the hard set of his jaw, the tension in his broad shoulders, the way he kept dragging his hand through his hair.

You slipped into the space behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. His back was firm against your front. You weren’t tall enough to rest your chin on his shoulder, so you settled for pressing your face between his shoulder blades.

“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding amused.

“Cuddling you,” you said, squeezing his waist.

He didn’t try to detach from you as he finished up making the hot chocolate, so you followed him around the kitchen, keeping your hands under his t-shirt.

“You’re like a little koala,” he said as he picked up the two finished cups, and you finally had to detach yourself from him.

You scoffed. “You can talk.” You took your drink from him.

Mug in hand, you made your way into the living room. There was a very wide window behind one of the sofas that was perfect for your purposes. You set your hot chocolate on the coffee table and unhooked the latch, throwing the window wide open.

You stuck your face and arm out of the window, letting the rain fall on your face. Beside you, you felt Pietro settling down on the sofa. There was a familiar tingle of anticipatory electricity in the air.

You turned to Pietro. “Lightning is coming.”

He gripped his mug with both hands. After a moment, the sky flashed a bright white. You pressed your foot against Pietro’s bare calf. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and then exhaled with the rumble of thunder.

When you closed your eye, you found that Pietro was watching you.

“Okay?” you asked, and he nodded. “Good.”

You picked up your mug and took a sip. It was delicious. Pietro knew just how you liked it. Sitting here, with the sweet taste of chocolate in your mouth, the heady, post-sex warmth in your gut, legs intertwined with the man you loved, your heart gave a little squeeze.

The air was rich and earthy with rain. You stuck your hand out the window again, catching the cool drops. Pietro’s hand came up to rest on your knee, and you looked over at him. He shot you a grin over his mug of hot chocolate. Although you’d been dating for close to a year now, your heart still melted every time he smiled at you.

“Prinţesă?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

*

Pietro may have brought a selection of toys for you to use while on holiday, but he hadn’t anticipated the little deal that the two of you had made, so a few days later, he disappeared for a few hours in the afternoon and came back with an opaque black plastic bag.

“Have you got me a present?” you teased, because you liked to watch him squirm.

“You could say that,” he said, pressing the bag into your hands. You opened it. Sure enough, it contained a strap-on and some more lube.

“You shouldn’t have.” You stood up on tiptoes to kiss him. “Does this mean it’s my turn?”

“If you want,” he said, a little shyly.

“Now?”

“I need to get ready.”

“Me too.” You kissed him again, letting yourself lean against him for just a moment before falling back onto your heels. “Go on then.” You pushed him away lightly, but he ignored you, closing the gap between you again.

He caught your lower lip between his teeth and bit down gently, just hard enough to make you gasp. He released your lip, then kissed you once more, and then with a wink, disappeared in a silver-blue blur.

You pulled the strap-on out of the bag. It seemed pretty simple. You kicked off your panties and shorts and then slipped the harness on over your hips. It had straps that pressed against the insides of your thighs too. You fastened all the straps as tightly as you comfortably could. The dildo that came with it was six inches, not too long or thick for Pietro’s first time. You attached it to the harness with fumbling fingers, securing it tight.

Once you were happy with it, you stripped off your t-shirt and bra, so you were naked except for the strap-on. Your phone buzzed. It was a text from Pietro.

Ready when you are ;)

Feeling a tingle of anticipation in your gut, you walked into the bedroom. Pietro was lounging on his bed in a pair of dark blue boxers that did nothing to hide the shape of him. He sat up, his eyes eagerly raking over you.

“Come here,” you purred, and he didn’t have to be told twice. He was in your space in a split second, nose to nose with you, hands on your bare waist. As he moved in to kiss you, you stopped him. “On your knees, baby.”

He stared at you, wide-eyed. You put a hand on his shoulder and he seemed to take the hint, sinking to his knees. You cupped his cheek, tilting his face up towards you. He looked up at you, his blue eyes piercing your soul.

“Pretty boy,” you cooed. “Suck me off.”

He didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his lips around the dildo and then looked up at you through his lashes.

“Fuck, Pietro,” you groaned, sliding your hand into his hair. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He took the strap deeper, hollowing out his cheeks to suck. The motion was firmly pressing it against your clit, making you shiver. His hands came around to cup your ass. He rocked your hips forward, so that you were fucking his mouth.

You gripped his hair tight, drawing a moan out of him. He squeezed your ass hard, continuing to fuck his own face with your strap. His fingers slid down the crack of your ass, all the way around until they were skirting the edge of your pussy.

A fingertip entered your hole, and then another, and before you knew it you were gasping and whimpering as Pietro fingered you. His other hand maintained a firm grip on your ass cheek, rocking your hips back and forth to meet his fingers and his face.

“Baby,” you breathed. Your legs were beginning to shake, but you knew Pietro wouldn’t let you fall. As the strap continued to grind against your clit, you came with a stuttering gasp.

As you trembled with the aftershocks, Pietro’s hand slid upwards, splaying over your lower back to keep you steady. You swore, clinging to him until you no longer felt as though you were about to collapse.

You pulled back and Pietro looked up at you with his big blue eyes. You cupped his jaw again.

“You’re good at that,” you cooed, thumbing over his lower lip. “You ever done something like that before, sweetheart.” He shook his head. “You sure?”

He raised a hand. “Scout’s honour. I guess I’m just a natural.” His cocky grin had returned.

“I’ll bet, pretty boy. Now get up on the bed.” You slapped his cheek lightly. “Hands and knees.”

Opting to move at a normal human speed rather than use his powers, he got to his feet. Then he turned to the bed, crawling onto it so his ass was facing you.

He did have a very nice ass. You knew that already, but you’d never got as up close and personal as you were about to. You climbed up onto the bed behind him, grabbing hold of both his asscheeks. He let out a little contented sigh.

You slipped your left hand between his cheeks, pressing your thumb to his puckered hole. His breath hitched. You could feel the lube that he’d already used to prepare himself, but you still wanted to get him warmed up before you fucked him.

The bottle of lube was lying on the bedspread. You flicked it open and squirted a generous amount into your hand.

Leaning forward, you pressed your tongue against his hole. He jumped, instinctively leaning away for a moment, but then he exhaled deeply and moved back towards you.

“Okay?” you asked, bringing up a hand to stroke his spine.

“Okay.”

“You know the safe word if you want me to stop.”

“I know. I don’t want you to stop.”

You leant back in, licking over his hole. He shivered. You didn’t know what you were expecting it to taste like, but more than anything, you could taste the cherry flavoured lube he’d used.

With hand, you started to fondle his balls. He ground his hips back towards you, trying to get more physical contact. As your pinky finger traced the underside of his cock, he let out a stream of swear words.

“You like that?” you teased.

“Fuck you.”

“As you wish.”

You moved downwards, tonguing at his ball sack. The middle and ring fingers of your left hand found their way back to his entrance and gentle breached the ring of muscle. They slid inside with not too much effort. He had pre-prepared himself already, after all.

He let out a little whimper. You took that as a good sign. As you pressed your fingers as deep as they would go, you crooked them the way you’d read about online, searching for that sweet spot inside him, until,

“Fuck, right there,” he groaned.

“Here?” You massaged over the soft spot you’d found until Pietro was panting.

“I need- I need-”

“What do you need, baby?”

“More.”

“You want me to fuck you with my strap?” Wordlessly, he nodded. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Please fuck me,” he groaned.

You withdrew your fingers from inside him and his hips chased you, trying to maintain the friction. Kneeling up behind him, you grabbed the discarded bottle of lube and poured a generous helping onto your dildo.

You rubbed it up and down, coating it in the lubricant before you lined it up with Pietro’s asshole. His hips moved back to meet you again as you did so.

“Hi,” you said affectionately, running the fingertips of your free hand down his back. He turned his head to look back at you over his shoulder. He had a dopey grin.

“Hi.”

“Deep breath, baby.”

You heard him exhale, and then you slipped the strap into him, just an inch to begin with. You paused, waiting for any sign of pain, but none came.

“Let me know if it hurts, okay?” He mumbled his assent, so you slipped in a little deeper. This time, he let out a grunt of pain. You stopped moving, tracing patterns over his back with your fingertips until his breathing slowed to normal.

“More. Please. I can take it.”

You dug your nails into his skin the way you knew he liked, and pushed the rest of the way in. Pietro was gritting his teeth, so you went slowly. He had claimed he could take this, but he also had a cocky streak, and you didn’t want to hurt him.

Fully seated inside him, you stayed still, waiting for him to adjust.

“Fuuuuck, that’s good,” he murmured, making a fire bloom inside you. You hadn’t realised how worried you’d been that Pietro might not enjoy this until he said that.

“You ready for me to move?”

“Please.”

You shifted and began to thrust shallowly with your hips. You kept your movements slow and measured until Pietro groaned and said, “Rougher. Harder. More, please.”

And how could you say no to a request like that? Especially since as he asked so nicely.

You began moving faster, trying to angle your hips to hit his prostate. His arms were starting to shake, so you leant forward and grabbed a handful of his hair, pushing his face down into the mattress.

“Fuck.” His moans of pleasure were slightly muffled by the duvet, so you pulled back a tiny bit, just enough to let him turn his head to the side before you grabbed his hair again.

Your hips were moving faster now, fucking him hard and deep. With every thrust, the strap was bouncing against your clit, so you were chasing your own pleasure as much as you were giving him his.

He was barely coherent now, letting out a string of filthy words. With your free hand, you reached underneath him, curling your fingers around his neglected cock. You sent a tingle of electricity down it, and with one final thrust, he spilled all over your hand.

You felt his knees give way beneath you, and slipped out of him as he collapsed forward. You grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the cum off your hand.

He was lying limply on his front, staring at you with hazy eyes. You picked up the packet of baby wipes you kept on the nightstand.

His ass was sticky with lube, so you used a few wipes to mop him up, since you doubted he felt like showering right now.

“Roll over, baby,” you said, nudging his hip.

With great effort, he rolled over onto his back. With the wipes, you cleaned up the cum and lube on his front. The entire time he watched you dopily, smiling whenever you met his eyes.

“I like it when you take care of me,” he murmured, reaching for you.

“That’s what I’m here for. We take care of each other.”

“It’s nice to have someone love me the way you do.” His speech was a little slurred. He seemed on the point of falling asleep. “No one’s ever loved me like this before.” That made you pause.

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, Piet,” you said. Following the guidance of his grabby hands, you climbed into his lap. “I’d do anything for you.”

“I thought I’d been in love before.” His hands were climbing up your body, urging you down towards him. “But it never felt like this before.” There was a desperate urgency in his tone. “This is it, right? You and me? For the long haul?”

“Of course, my love.” You let him pull you into a hug. He clung to you with surprising fervency. You had no idea where this was coming from.

“Just you and me?”

“Just you and me,” you agreed.

Next Chapter: Spanking Redux (Daddy Kink)

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Waiting for Spiderman - (Part 4) Peter Parker x (Y/N)

Peter Parker x fem!stark!avenger!reader

Warning: some flashbacks which the reader is somewhat shocked by

Hey guys! I am so sorry I haven't uploaded recently. This is the final part of the Waiting for Spiderman series (unfortunately), so thank you so much for all the support you've shown it. It means a lot to me.

Also, I have zero inspiration after writing this, so requests would be much appreciated.

If you haven't read the previous parts, go to the masterlist so you can find them all! Here is my complete masterlist with all the fanfics I've written as well.

A/N: This fanfic is inspired by the song 'Waiting for Superman' by Daughtry (I changed it to Spiderman for obvious reasons). Also, Pietro never died. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Enjoy ;)

It wasn't a wonder Flash knew about (Y/N)'s mother. What had happened to Laura Stark had been on the news for months after her disappearance. Tony had made sure people never forgot her, because he always held out hope that his wife, the mother of his daughter, would someday come back.

(Y/N) had been two when her mother had gone on a mission for S.H.I.E.L.D, leaving her daughter with her only sister. Police closed the investigation two years after Tony had reported her missing, but fourteen years later, everyone who knew her still kept hoping.

Even people who hadn't known her as well. (Y/N) Stark had been forced to listen to rumors regarding her mother all her life. After she arrived in Queens, she had managed to develop a sense of always being ready to hear something about the Unsolved Case of Laura Stark.

And now, she got caught off guard. Right there in the gym of Midtown High, she let her guard down and Flash had hit her right where it hurt.

Thankfully, Peter Parker had more sense than most boys his age. He took one look at (Y/N)'s frozen expression, Flash's arm still on her wrist, and jumped to pull her away. He didn't even pay attention to Flash's deathstare. All he cared about was getting the girl out of that situation as quickly as possible.

"(Y/N), what did he say?" Ned asked as his friend sat her down on the bleachers. Peter shook his head at Ned, as if to silence him from any further questions.

The coach was rounding up the students in the middle of the gym, but the three paid no attention to him.

(Y/N)'s eyes were staring straight ahead, the shock still clear in her eyes. She felt nothing but surprise, shock at what she had heard. It was as if Flash's words had been a resounding bang in her mind, and the deafening silence that followed was the rest of the period, closely watched by Ned, MJ and Peter.

They understood nothing. Peter kept asking (Y/N) if she was ok, first at intervals so he wouldn't pressure her, then more and more as his worry grew. He hadn't heard what Flash had said, and if he wasn't so concerned with keeping his friend safe, he would have punched the bully in the face for what he had done.

It was as if she was in a trance, nodding or shaking her head vaguely when she was asked something, her eyes wide and staring ahead of her. It lasted so long Ned began to discuss the possibilities of Flash being capable of full body hypnosis.

"Ned, come on," MJ protested right as Peter said, "Not cool, dude." Ned's eyes widened. "No, no, I'm serious!" he said, raising his hands in surrender. Look," he added and waved a palm in front of (Y/N)'s face.

To Peter's absolute shock, the girl blinked and looked around as if she was just waking up. "(Y/N)! Are you ok? Talk to me," he said, raising his arm to put it around her and then putting it down as the voice in his head whispered, too soon. He contented himself with an arm on her shoulder, desperate for her to feel some kind of comfort, some sort of support.

"I-I was just shocked, is all," (Y/N) stammered, looking around and trying to get her bearings. "Oh, my goodness, did I miss gym?"

"Oh, it's ok! Wilson excused you," MJ explained hastily before her friend had time to worry. "So..." she looked worriedly at the others before speaking. "What did Flash say to you?"

"Oh, uh..." (Y/N) looked around nervously. Life was hard enough without her closest friends knowing something that would forever change how they saw her.

Peter took one look at her and understood. (Y/N) Stark was the opposite of an open book, and yet somehow he seemed to know her, to really understand her, without trying.

"You don't have to tell us if you don't want to," he said hurriedly, earning a grateful look from the girl. "Thanks, Peter," she replied. "I probably will at some point, it's common knowledge anyway, but..."

"You don't have to explain," he interrupted. "Whatever you're comfortable with."

A soft smile graced her face and he felt his heart do a backflip. What would she do if she found out Peter had a crush on her after one day of knowing her? Freak out, probably. Never talk to him again. He was surprised at how scared the prospect made him.

The bell interrupted his thoughts. He hurriedly followed his friends out of the gym, taking care to put as much distance between himself and Flash as possible. A suspension for punching a student wasn't top on his list of priorities.

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The rest of the day passed slowly. Peter could have sworn the clocks weren't working properly. He was desperate for the schoolday to end so he could check on (Y/N) and walk home with her, but it seemed for every hour, a minute went by on his watch.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was hardly paying attention. All she wanted was to go home so she could talk to Nat and Tony about what had happened. She wanted to know how she could make sure she wasn't caught off guard again, or why she was still affected by mentions of her mother.

Her vision blurred as her thoughts deepened. She only saw a smudge of the pale gray wall opposite her, and the shadow of her teacher as he crossed back and forth across the classroom. She followed it as if hypnotized, her mind already transporting her to later in the day, to her father's horrified expression and Nat's comforting hand around her shoulders as she told them everything.

She had no idea how she got through the rest of the day. She never really registered Betty and Liz running up to her and asking her why she didn't meet them in the gym, what happened with Flash, why she was hanging out with Peter and the wierdos that were always with him. She also never understood how she raised her hand when the last teacher of the day called attendance.

All she knew was that she was alone, and it would only get better when she was at home. But then, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and all she knew was Peter.

They were both standing outside on the stairs, making their way out of the school. "Hey," the boy said. "Are you ok? You almost passed the exit."

"Not surprised to hear that," (Y/N) replied, giving a shaky chuckle. "I've been out of it pretty much all day."

"You mean, since gym," Peter said knowingly. She nodded, closing her eyes. "I just... I guess I was caught off guard. My dad will know what to do. We need to get home fast so I can talk to him. And to Nat."

Peter said nothing, and (Y/N) looked up at him to make sure he had heard. He was looking at her with an odd expression on his face. "Well," he said after a while. "I'm no Quicksilver, but if speed is what you're looking for..." He smirked, and held up his bag.

The next minute found Peter with his suit on and (Y/N) Stark grabbing onto him for dear life, her face hidden in the crook of his shoulder as he swung them from building roof to building roof.

"PETER!" (Y/N) screamed as they landed on an apartment two houses from the Avengers tower. "I don't know how much experience you have, but Pietro is usually WAY smoother than this!" Peter held his hands up apologetically. "I'm really sorry, (Y/N), but this is the only way. I'm not really used to this suit and I haven't really taken anyone with me, so..."

"Ok, ok," the girl interrupted. "Just land easier next time, ok?" She grabbed hold of him again, and Peter couldn't resist smiling at how tightly she held onto him. But in the next moment, he snapped himself out of the trance and he jumped onto the next rooftop.

"We..." he gave a breathless gasp and holding his hand to make sure (Y/N) got up safely. "We're going to have to swing onto the street, Mr. Stark still has that alarm system on the roof and he'll be pretty pissed if we set it off."

(Y/N) nodded and made her way to the edge of the roof. "But..." she said. "That street is full of people." Peter looked down. "Oh crap," he whispered. "Well, I guess we'll have to wait - wait, what are you doing?" he broke off as he saw the girl raising her hands, which were glowing blue. "I have psychic powers, remember," she reminded him, and swung her arms below.

Immediately, the crowd of people in the street began sprinting to the side closest to them, hurrying to get out of there with a frenzied expression in their eyes.

"Nice," Peter gasped as the last person disappeared around the corner. "Thanks," (Y/N) replied. "Now can you please try not to bash my head on a sidewalk?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied, smiling, and hooked his arm around her waist. "Hold on, I've got you, ok?"

"Just don't let me go, Parker," she whispered, finding her face inches from his again. She hoped she was the only one who heard a double meaning in her words. "I'm not going to let you go, (Y/N) Stark," Peter whispered back.

And with that, he aimed his web shooter, shot, and jumped, holding (Y/N) firmly in his arms.

When they entered the living room of the Avengers compound, Tony, Nat and Sam were sitting in armchairs watching a video of Cap saving a girl from a burning ruin.

"She'll be in love with him forever after that," Sam was saying, pointing to the woman's face. "Look at that, look how she's looking at him."

"And how do you know he's not currently crushing on her?" (Y/N) asked, earning the startled expressions of her dad, aunt and uncle. "Hey, sweetheart!" Tony exclaimed and got up to kiss her. "Hi, kid," he said, looking over his daughter's head at Peter. He gave a half wave back and sat beside Sam, his eyes on (Y/N). She was already looking at her dad, her eyes asking him to listen to her.

"Is everything ok, honey?" Tony asked, immediately understanding. "Can I talk to you, and to Nat, please? Alone?" she asked in reply. Tony and Nat exchanged apprehensive glances and hurriedly followed the girl upstairs.

Sam frowned at Peter. "Did something happen?" Peter looked at him, debating how to answer without betraying (Y/N)'s confidence.

"Um, I think you should maybe ask her that."

Sam's eyes widened. "It was about Laura, wasn't it?" Peter frowned. "I don't know. And who is Laura?" Sam looked as if he would very much like to take back his last words, but all he said was, "I think you should maybe ask her that."

After a moment, he added, "Don't worry. She'll feel better after she talks with Stark and Romanoff. Especially if it's about... what I think it is."

Sam was right, although it did take a time for them to get to the whole matter of making the girl feel better.

"That kid did what?" Tony shouted, his eyes wide as he stared at his daughter. "Tony, why don't we calm down," Nat suggested gently, her arms around her niece. "I should get that bully expelled. He knows how hard Laura's disappearance hit our family, it was in the freaking news, why would he bring it up?"

"Tony," Nat said dangerously, but the man was beyond warning. "That kind of thing should be against the rules. It is against the rules, right? Jarvis, pull up a copy of the full rulebook of Midtown High Sch-"

"Tony!" Nat shouted, not stepping away from (Y/N). "Why don't you stop ranting and listen to your daughter." Tony looked at the girl, and immediately stopped raging and sat down at her desk. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, sweetheart," he said. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine now," (Y/N) said. "But in gym... he caught me by surprise, I was basically in shock all day."

"Do you miss her?" Nat asked. (Y/N) considered for a moment. "I wish she were here, that I knew what it was like to have a mother. If that's missing her, then yes. I do." Tony gave a sigh and a sympathetic smile.

"We all miss her," he said. "It's not fair that you had such little time with your mother, and we spent practically half our lives with her."

"She was such an amazing person," Nat said. "Somehow, I still don't want to believe that what happened, actually happened."

(Y/N) stood up. "I want you to tell me about her, dad. And you, Nat. All of the Avengers, you all knew her. Today."

"Bucky and Wanda get home tonight," Nat said suggestively. "Sounds good," (Y/N) said. "And now there's... something I have to do. See you later?"

"(Y/N)?"

The girl turned around to Nat. "Yes?"

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes," (Y/N) said, smiling. "I'm ok. Really, don't worry about me."

Nat's worried expression turned into a grin. "That smile is going to mean everything to somebody one day, beautiful girl," she said. Warmth filled the young girl's face and she turned away, her cheeks glowing red.

With any luck, it already did.

She made her way to the roof where she and Parker had talked on the night before school.

As she always did, she let herself drift away into the beauty of the view of Queens. The sky had grown gray and cloudy, the cool sky rippling into her face and blowing the hair from her eyes.

She was a Stark, and that came with a boatload of emotional baggage. Something always seemed to happen to her. But she had the right people to help her. Wanda, Pietro, Nat, her dad, not to mention-

"Hey, stranger."

"Peter."

(Y/N) smiled softly as the boy came up next to her.

They stayed silent for a few moments, staring into the distance, before the girl spoke.

"Laura Stark was my mother," she said. "She disappeared when I was two, but my dad makes sure people still talk about her. He wants to make sure nobody forgets her."

Peter showed no signs of surprise. He didn't want to. He wanted her to talk to him, and to feel safe when she did. He just said, "And you?"

There was a short silence. "I guess I wish I knew her. I don't feel her absence, except in my dad's face when he talks about her, or Cap's eyes when somebody says her name. But since... since there's no way she's coming back, then - then I just wish people would stop talking about her. Not my family, but... at least outside people who just know her from the news. That's why I didn't tell MJ and Ned. I don't need two more people looking at me as if I might break at any moment."

"I get it," Peter replied. "I mean, I don't actually get it, since something like that has never happened to me, but I do... kind of... get-"

His sentence was left hanging in the rain-foreseeing air as (Y/N) slammed her lips on his. She just couldn't take it anymore. She needed to kiss that boy if she wanted to take her next breath. She hardly knew him, hardly understood his past or his future, but in the present, she knew she wanted him.

She pulled away, suddenly horrified. "I'm so sorry, Peter. I'm really sorry, I know we haven't known each other for that long, I just..."

Peter held up his hand. Joy was running through him, flowing through his veins. It was taking everything in him not to return her gesture with every ounce of energy he had. "(Y/N)," he said, his voice shaking with the effort of keeping it steady. "If you don't come here and kiss me right now, I'm going to do it myself."

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