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ashyblondwaves · 42 minutes ago
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Outnumbered: Offer Redeemable In Bed
Our Discord server was popping tonight and this idea came about. Special thanks to @queenlovett for the title help!
Heads up! This is Rated Explicit.
You can also read on AO3 if you prefer!
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The boys were so excited when they got off the bus the Friday before Mother's Day. They ran to Wanda, small bits of paper clutched in their marker stained hands. Tommy shoved his at Wanda first, quickly followed by Billy's crinkled papers.
"It's a gift for you," Billy explained. "A coupon book."
Wanda smiled down at the two tiny booklets in her hands, opening one to see what was inside.
One Free Hug, the first coupon said. The rest of the booklets were filled with various chores and acts of service that were redeemable with the small pieces of paper that were tied together with a white piece of yarn.
"These are beautiful, boys," Wanda said, clutching her tiny booklets close to her chest. "But shouldn't these have been for Sunday?"
"We didn't want to wait all that time," Tommy groused, making it sound like Sunday wasn't just two days away.
"Tommy would have lost his by then," Billy teased, earning a dirty look from his twin.
"Okay," Wanda said quickly, putting a hard stop to any impending fights. "Go on in the house and wash those dirty hands. I'll get your snacks ready."
"Good Morning, Darling." Vision pressed a kiss to Wanda's shoulder, the warmth of his lips leaving a special kind of heat after he pulled away. "Happy Mother's Day."
"Morning," Wanda replied, her voice gruff with sleep. "Are the kids up?"
"Not yet," Vision answered, slipping out of bed. In all his nakedness, his morning arousal was very apparent. "I've got something for you."
"I can see that," Wanda teased, eyes trained on Vision's erection.
"Not that," he laughed, turning away from Wanda only to give her a full and perfect view of his ass.
"This works too," Wanda purred, rolling to Vision's side of the bed so she was close enough to place a light swat on his right ass cheek.
"You're awfully lively this morning," Vision observed with a smile, pulling something small from his bedside drawer and hiding it in his large hand.
"What do you have there?" Wanda asked, grabbing for the offending hand.
"Scoot over and I'll show you," Vision answered, waiting for Wanda to move from his side of the bed before hopping back in and pulling the covers over his still very present erection. "You know the coupon booklets the boys made you? Well, I had one made. For us."
Wanda's face scrunched in confusion as Vision handed her a small, neatly bound booklet not unlike the one the twins made for her. She opened it, seeing that each page had been generically printed with "One Free:" and underneath, in Vision's familiar, heavy print were the acts of service. One the first page: "Cunnilingus."
She quickly flipped through the book to find what else Vision has written in this dirty coupon book. There she found from a tame "Massage" all the way to the riskier "Use the strap-on on me."
"When did you have time to do this?" Wanda asked, going back to that first page and staring at the word, cunnilingus.
"Yesterday," Vision replied proudly. "The print shop helped me put it together. They even gave me a good deal, they made three others just like it, so you'll have these for awhile."
Wanda laughed, knowing her husband couldn't pass up what he called good deals but quickly changed gears back to the booklet in her hand. Before she could stop herself she plucked the first coupon - the cunnilingus coupons - from the book and handed it to Vision.
"I'd like to redeem this coupon, please."
Vision looked down at which one she picked and a small smile played at the corners of his lips. With a nod he set the coupon down on his bedside table and turned back around, taking Wanda's face in his hands.
"Whatever you wish, my love," he said, pressing a kiss to her waiting lips. "Lie back and let me take care of you."
Wanda quietly complied, moving out of her husband's warm grip and settling into the center of the bed, the ends of each other their pillows safely nestled under her head and neck.
Vision straddled her body, holding himself up with his strong arms planted on either side of Wanda's body. He peppered kisses to Wanda's neck, lightly sucking her pulse point as he made his way down her body. He moved to her chest, kissing her collarbone and down to the space between her breasts.
Wanda lifted her head from the pillows. She loved to watch Vision work her body into ecstasy. His mouth hovered over her left breast, hot breath warming her already hard nipple before he close his lips around it. He sucked on her nipple, swirling his tongue around the hardened nub and pulling away just long enough to blow on the wet spot, the cooling sensation brought goosebumps to Wanda's skin and she moaned in response.
There had been times when Vision had almost brought Wanda to orgasm just by playing with, sucking and licking her nipples. That was no different that morning as Vision repeated the same assault on her right nipple. Her head fell back and she tried to keep her voice low to keep the children from waking, but Vision's mouth was too much, she had to stop him.
"Vis," she murmured, lifting his head to look at her. "You know I love when you do that, but at risk of waking the kids before you even get to redeem my coupon, you have to stop."
"Yes, dear," Vision replied, moving his head back down to drop wet kisses down Wanda's stomach, over her belly button and his special attention that he always gave to her stretch marks at the bottom of her belly. He kissed them tenderly, tracing the line with the tip of two fingers.
"Beautiful," he muttered under his breath, his breath tickling Wanda's stomach.
Finally, he was between her legs. The kisses didn't stop, he pressed his lips to Wanda's inner thigh and upward, stopping when he reached the mound of soft curls between her legs. He looked up at Wanda, a grin on his lips and hunger in his eyes before those same two fingers that traced her stretch marks moved between her lips and spread them, giving Vision easy access to her clit.
"Oh, Vis," Wanda moaned as Vision's tongue flicked out and gently lapped at her sensitive nerve. She opened her legs winder, allowing Vision to slide his tongue down her slit and wrapping his mouth around her center. She cried out his name as he darted his tongue in and out of her and licking her wetness.
Vision moved his mouth back up to Wanda's clit, taking it between his lips and lightly sucking it as Wanda grabbed at the sheets with one hand and snatch a pillow from her side of the bed to place over her face as she continued to moan loud enough to wake the children.
The pillow muffled her moans enough, but to Vision's delight didn't mute them completely. He loved to hear her moan. His name on her lips as she came was like a song she sang just for him. There was nothing like it and he worked at her clit, finding her center with his fingers and sliding them inside. His mouth and fingers worked together, teasing her clit and rubbing her g-spot.
Wanda slammed her hand down on the bed as she arched her back and closed her legs around Vision's head. She swirled her hips and Vision stilled his hands, letting her fuck his fingers for a short while before curling them back up and thrusting them in and out of her.
It wouldn't be long before she came undone, completely lost her senses underneath her ludicrously capable husband. And he played with her with his tongue and fingers, waiting for the moment he felt her gush for him.
Wanda kept Vision's head held between her thighs and grabbed at the sheets again, needing just a little bit more to push her over the edge.
"Suck harder," her muffled command leaked from the pillow's stuffing. "Make me come."
Vision obeyed, sucking on her clit a little harder, just enough help her rather than hurt her. And then she came undone, her body seizing up, overcome with pleasure her entire core was pulsing. Vision stayed between her legs, happily lapping the extra wetness now present and he stayed there until Wanda's orgasm finally subsided and she collapsed against the best, her legs going slack and finally releasing Vision's head from its grip.
Vision sat up, licking his lips to make sure he tasted all of Wanda before wiping his face with his hand.
"Was the coupon redeemed adequately?" Vision asked, lying down next to his panting wife.
"Yes," Wanda gasped, her chest still heaving as she caught her breath.
"Mommy!" The sound of Florence's small voice infiltrated the room.
"Shit," Wanda muttered. "I don't know if I can walk yet."
"I've got it, darling," Vision said jumping up from the bed and throwing on his pajama pants and a white t-shirt before disappearing into the bathroom to wash his hands. "Stay there and get dressed when you can. I'll be in with the kids in a little while. We've got something planned for you."
"Thank you," Wanda smiled, her breathing still slightly ragged.
"Happy Mother's Day, Wanda."
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wellsayhelloaagin · an hour ago
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So I should be working right now, but my brain would not let me concentrate at all, so I’m currently writing an angsty wanda x reader one shot because I literally can’t focus on anything else. It’s like half done currently so I’m thinking of posting it later on if anyone is interested in reading it? 
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whiiiiplaaaaash · 2 hours ago
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LEMME JUST SAY THIS REALLY QUICK..
I just found this on insta. And FUCK. my brain is rattled.
I think there is hope after all guys!!!!
RALPH IS PETER
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vividvalley · 2 hours ago
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I can't wait to see her in this costume more
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thenatashamaximoff · 2 hours ago
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Broken Love (Dangerous Love Reimagined)
Summary: You and Natasha breakup after finding out about her secret affair. Wanda’s there to comfort you.
Pairing: Natasha x Reader; Wanda x Reader
Warnings: cheating, death
Words: 21,611
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Please keep in mind that this is a reimagined version of Dangerous Love and it goes a completely different route. Please do not expect anything to be the same aside from the love triangle aspect. I hope you enjoy!
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The duffel bag that's been attached to your shoulder for the past three hours was finally sliding down your arm, landing with a soft thud on the floor below you. The only thing you felt in this moment was relief, breathing out a long breath as the door shut silently behind you. Although you wanted to get to bed immediately, knowing she was still sleeping since it's almost two in the morning, you made a beeline for the kitchen instead. 
You enjoyed a cold drink in the dark as your mind started wandering back to the latest mission. It was supposed to be a long one, one that went so wrong at the very end. Like the universe was teasing you, dangling hope right in front of you only to get it snatched out of your reach when you were just about to grab it. You breathed out softly, your eyes fluttering close as you replayed that ending in your head, trying to think of what you did wrong, of what you could've done differently to save them.
You wiped at the few tears that silently made their way down your face, sucking in a deep breath as you placed your cup beside the sink, planning on washing it later, and trudged your way to the bedroom. You were tired, your muscles were stiff, and you just wanted to hold her in your arms and fall asleep. Possibly forever, if that wasn't too much to ask. After that two-hour plane ride and one-hour car ride, it's what you needed.
Your hand had just grazed the doorknob when you heard a sound from the other side of the door. Your eyebrows furrowed as you placed your ear against the wood, holding your breath to get a better reading on whatever was happening in the room. It was nothing but silence. You were exhausted, more than a day's worth without sleep can make you think you were hearing things. You barely had your head pulled away from the door when you heard the noise once more, and it was beyond doubt a moan.
Not one that you're familiar with. It was a deeper, more masculine sound and, now that you had an idea of what exactly was happening behind the closed door, you felt like you could hear them more clearly, or it could have been your imagination. The panting, the gasping, the groaning. It was all so loud in your head that it gave you a headache, your stomach twisting with disbelief. Because you didn't want to believe that this was happening right now. You just had to see for yourself.
You opened the door loudly, announcing your presence and the scene unfolded into chaos in front of you. Bruce threw himself off of Natasha the second he heard the door open, using part of the blanket to keep his lower region covered as he stood on the opposite side of the bed, both of them staring at you with wide eyes.
Natasha's face was filled with guilt as she sat up, her eyes already glossing over with unshed tears even though nobody said anything yet. You're pretty sure they were waiting on you to break the silence, but you were too busy trying to process what you just saw, what you just heard, you had no words to share at the moment.
Your face ratted you out, showing just how hurt and betrayed you truly were by her actions. She threw her legs off the bed, holding the other half of the blanket to cover herself, though it's not like anybody in this room hasn't already seen it.
"Y/N-" Her words died in her throat, not being able to explain herself. At least not now. She needed some time to come up with a lie to tell you, to ease the pain you were feeling. 
Your eyes flickered to Bruce and he fidgeted under your stare, his face almost as regretful as Natasha's. You wonder if they were really feeling that guilt, considering they both knew what they were doing. Your mind raced, picturing the two of them in bed together, him touching her in places only you're allowed to roam. It made you sick to your stomach, anger coursing through you and obliterating the sadness you felt. How could she do this to you? Were you not good enough for her? You tried to come up with a logical reason that made all of this make even a little bit of sense, but you just couldn't.
"Let me expla-" You held your hand up, cutting her off immediately. You didn't want to hear the lies she came up with within the last few seconds. Instead, you closed the door as you left, your mouth glued shut as you made your way to the exit.
But she didn't hesitate to chase after you, hearing the bedroom door open before you reached the front door, her footsteps hard and fast to catch up to you. She caught your wrist and pulled you around to face her, knowing her words weren't going to do anything to make you stop. The blanket was wrapped loosely around her body, her face mirrored the pain on yours, and she was desperate.
"Please, Y/N," she pleaded, releasing your wrist. "Just let me explain." On any other day, you would've lost yourself in those emerald gemstones she uses as eyes, giving her what she wanted without a second thought. You should leave like you had planned, letting her pull you around like this was already a sign of weakness. Standing here, staring at her and waiting for her to continue was a sign of weakness. She took your silence as a gesture for her to begin, "I love you, baby-"
Nope. You couldn't do this. If her explanation for cheating started with an "I love you", there was no doubt in your mind that she was going to say something to put the blame on you. "I love you… but…" 
You turned away from her, ignoring her calls and grabbing your bag, closing the door shut behind you with a soft click that seemed to echo in your skull.
You marched down the hall of the apartment complex, completely unfocused on your walking, eyes blankly staring ahead. You knew the path to the parking lot like the back of your hand, having made it to your car without any troubles.
You stared at her car parked next to yours, your reserved parking spots far from the entrance to the complex. For a small moment, you had considered damaging her car in some way - slashing her tires, keying the surface, smashing the windows - to let out the frustrations building inside your chest. But you were loading into your car before you could convince yourself to do that, knowing that destroying her property was going to do nothing but cause more issues.
You knew you shouldn't be driving. You couldn't fully concentrate on anything, your eyes stuck on the picture of their bodies intertwined. You wanted to understand why, but you needed time. You didn't have the energy to look at her right now, especially after not having decent sleep since yesterday morning. Never mind the stress of the last failed mission weighing on your shoulders.
You snapped out of your daze when you realized you weren't driving anymore, having been parked in the driveway of the small, well-known house next to her car. You killed the engine and released a heavy breath, hoping that Wanda hadn't fallen asleep yet. 
Wanda was your closest friend, always there for you within a singular phone call, always dropping anything and everything if need be. She was very supportive of your relationship with Natasha, even pushing you towards her. If it wasn't for her, you wouldn't have had the courage to ask Natasha on a date. And now here you were, lingering outside her house after finding out that your girlfriend of almost three years has been cheating on you.
You stumbled out of the car, using the door to prevent yourself from falling on your face, and made your way to the front of the house. You had a key, but considering it was way past two in the morning, you figured it would be better to just knock instead. You didn't want her to think there's an intruder and get thrown across the room by her powers. You really weren't in the mood for that.
You banged your fist against the wood a couple of times. If she was still awake, she would hear it. Waiting for her to open the door gave you a moment more to think. But you didn't want to think, you wanted to… do something productive. Anything to keep your mind off of her while you waited for Wanda to open the door.
You drummed your hands against your legs, whistled a tune, you even occupied your mind with the mission you had just done. And you almost brought out the spare key and opened the door yourself when you heard the lock click, Wanda pulling it open with confusion, even after she saw you. She hadn’t even changed out of the clothes she wore on the mission yet, her eyes dark with exhaustion.
"Y/N?" She tilted her head to the side, eyebrows furrowed as her eyes searched yours. And that's when you lost yourself, sobs racked your chest as tears streamed out of your eyes. Protective mode took over her confusion when you stepped towards her, your bag dropping to the side of the door and feeling her arms wrap around you. She held you against her tightly, stepping back with you enough to close the door.
She shushed you soothingly, rubbing your back as you cried into her shoulder. You had done so damn good since catching them only to break into pieces when seeing Wanda. The instant comfort she provided, no questions asked, would always be one of the many things you loved about her. And she was perfectly fine, having absolutely no problem just standing there in front of the door, holding you as your cries gradually slowed underneath her. 
You stepped away from her, a small step, her hands holding your elbows gently as yours remained on her shoulders. You sucked in a shaky breath, avoiding eye contact with her for a moment. You knew she wanted to question this - and you were so grateful for the agreement she had made about the mind-reading - but you just didn’t feel like talking about it right now. It was late, you both were exhausted after that mission, and your whole world was just falling apart underneath your fingertips and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
Your hands slid off her shoulders, falling back to your sides as she moved to cross her arms over her chest. “What happened?” Her voice was gentle, patient, and it just only made you want to cry again. You looked at her with glossy eyes and scratched the back of your head embarrassingly. You can’t believe you had just broken down like that.
“It’s been a long day,” you said, “and I’m really tired.”
“The mission was terrible,” she agreed, but she knew something else was bothering you. You wouldn’t be here if it was just the mission you were upset about. No, you’d be in Natasha’s arms right now, letting her be the one to comfort you in your time of need. But you were in her arms instead, not that she was complaining.
"Yeah." You nodded, stepping to the side. "Do… you mind if I spend the night? I don't think I'll make it back to the apartment in one piece." You pretended to yawn to add dramatic effect, covering your mouth as Wanda analyzed you. You knew she knew you were avoiding something and she knew it had to have something to do with Natasha, she can put two and two together, but she wasn’t going to push it.
“Y/N, you know you’re always welcomed to stay here, so why do you even ask?”
You rolled your eyes as she walked away, your posture slouching the second she had her back turned to you. You looked over at the couch, imagining the back pains you were going to get when you wake up. You always loved Wanda's little house, so cozy and homey. You constantly imagined finding a place like this with Natasha, but now you can't even picture her without seeing Bruce. It was a vicious cycle and you wanted to be out of it desperately.
Wanda returned with a blanket and a pillow, placing them onto the couch with a sigh. She was tired, too, that much was obvious, but she trudged through it to make sure you're all set up and comfortable. When she turned to look at you, her eyes were still filled with worry. You haven't moved from your spot by the door.
"Thanks, Wanda," you sighed, finally walking to the couch. You smiled at her and she saw the pain you're trying to hide behind your eyes. "You should get some sleep."
She laughed softly, the sound easing the stress in between your shoulders, even by a little bit, helped you breathe better. "I was about to say that to you." She rested a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly, before wishing you goodnight and walking off to her bedroom.
You placed the pillow against the arm of the couch and laid down, covering yourself with the blanket. You wondered how you were going to fall asleep, not being able to close your eyes without seeing Natasha and Bruce. Or even have your dreams haunted by that miserable mission. You were stuck in a corner by two situations, both completely different yet both have the same results: mentally draining you.
You found yourself slightly regretting not staying to let her tell you her reason for cheating. It would've given you peace of mind, at least for a moment, long enough for you to get some sleep. But her I love you just really made you emotionally snap. If you had let her keep talking, you would've broken down in front of her instead of in front of Wanda. And that would've been so much worse.
There was nowhere else to go and your subconscious knew that, having driven itself here when you didn't even realize you had even started your car. Wanda was the person you could rely on before you had Natasha, and now that she's gone…
You didn't realize you had fallen asleep until the smell of insanely delicious food stirred you awake. It took you a moment to get a bearing on your surroundings, but after realizing that what you had witnessed was not a dream, you ran your hands down your face. You sat up on the couch, reaching into your pocket to pull out your phone to check the time, getting distracted by the amount of missed calls and unread texts from Natasha.
Considering your phone's about to die anyway, you figured it would be a good thing to shut it off.
"Good morning." Wanda greeted you with a wide smile when you shuffled into the kitchen. You don't know how she's so happy so early, you barely felt like you got any sleep. You glanced at the clock and sighed. Turns out, you managed to get at least five hours of sleep, though you'd beg to differ. "Want some breakfast?"
"Of course," you answered. "Are you always this joyful in the mornings?"
She only gave you a soft chuckle, though it didn't answer your question. You shook your head as you slid into a seat at the small table, placing your elbows on the surface as you looked out the window. A comfortable silence wrapped around you, save for the sizzling of whatever breakfast food Wanda was making that smelled amazingly enticing. You were going to have to get used to this, not waking up next to Natasha. Not to mention that you're going to have to find a place of your own because, despite how close you and Wanda are, you can't sleep on her couch for the rest of your life. On top of that, you're going to have to go back to the apartment to collect your things. Hopefully, she's still on the same schedule as she's been on the past couple of months. That way you can go to the place while she's at work and empty it before she gets back.
You breathed in sharply at the sudden hand on your shoulder, snapping out of your thoughts in time to watch Wanda place a plate in front of you. You breathed out as you said, "Thanks, mom."
She laughed as she went to retrieve her own plate, settling down across from you after giving you both a drink. "Anything for you, my child." She smiled at you as you rolled your eyes, scooping some food into your mouth. "So, are you going to tell me why you ruined my favorite shirt last night, or are we just going to dance around that?"
"I'd prefer to dance," you answered, your eyes landing on her to see the look she was giving you. The question was rhetorical, she wasn't giving you the option to avoid it. You sighed as you picked up your glass, delaying the conversation as you took large sips. She ate some of her food, patiently waiting for you to stop being childish. "There is nothing to talk about."
She rolled her eyes. "You've always been a terrible liar, Y/N," she stated.
"That's not true at all." You scoffed, shaking your head. "I'm an excellent liar."
She grinned. "Fine. You're a terrible liar when it comes to me," she corrected. She shrugged casually as she added, "I know your tell."
"My tell?"
"Yep." She ate some more food as you stared at her with confusion.
"I don't have a tell." You can't have a tell. Sometimes your job requires you to lie, which means you have to be no less than perfect at being deceitful. That's how Natasha was able to lie to you so perfectly.
Wanda chuckled. "It's not an obvious tell," she assured you, picking up her glass. "I'm the only one who knows about it if it makes you feel better." She smiled at you, a cocky grin, before she took a drink.
"What is it?"
She shook her head, returning the cup to the table. "I'm not telling you," she stated, “but you can tell me what the hell's going on with you. Is it Nat?"
You casually looked down at your food at the mention of her name, shoveling more of it into your mouth. Wanda sighed, placing her utensils down. You huffed as you slowly looked back up at her, quickly trying to figure out exactly what your tell is before you spoke, but you couldn't think of what it could possibly be. "It does not involve Nat."
"Y/N." She shook her head in mock disappointment and you lightly smacked your palm against the table. "First of all, I didn't even need your tell for that because she's been messaging me about you for hours."
You leaned forward. "What did you tell her?"
"I haven't responded." You sighed, relieved. "But that can always change."
"Is that a threat?" you questioned.
She sent you a smile as she stood up when there was a light knock on the door. "It's a promise," she assured before walking away.
You went back to eating as she answered the door in the other room, but your muscles completely locked when you heard Natasha's voice.
"You're not answering my messages. Let me talk to Y/N."
"She's not here, Nat," Wanda said casually.
Natasha scoffed. "Her car is in the driveway!"
"Did you forget that she came over her prior to the mission so we can carpool?" Wanda laughed gently. "I dropped her off at your apartment last night. She was very tired, I didn't trust her driving."
Natasha huffed angrily, but she couldn't tell if Wanda was telling the truth or not because you did carpool with Wanda, but she doesn't know if you drove back yourself afterward. "Fine. If you get a hold of her, will you please tell her to call me?"
"What happened?" Wanda questioned.
You felt your heart hammer against your chest as Natasha let out a heavy breath. If she doesn't tell Wanda, you're definitely going to have to fill her in after this. "I really messed up, Wanda," was the only thing Natasha said before walking away.
Wanda closed the door and appeared back in the kitchen a moment later, silently sitting down at the table once more and going back to eating. You watched her warily, eyebrows furrowed with confusion as to why she wasn't demanding answers. You sat in silence as you slowly went back to eating as well, eyeing Wanda every now and again, expecting her to break the quietness any moment now.
But she never did. She finished her meal and started cleaning up her dishes, leaving you alone at the table. She was about to leave the room, but stopped when you said, "Aren't you going to ask?"
She turned to look at you, stepping back into the kitchen with an eyebrow raised and a smile threatening her composure. "Ask what?"
"What she did."
Wanda pursed her lips together, her eyes wandering away from you as she pretended to think for a moment. And then she shrugged and said, "No." She moved to leave once more and you found yourself not wanting to be alone right now.
"She's been cheating on me." She froze at your words and you could've sworn you heard her jaw crack at how hard she clenched it from all the way over here. When she turned to look back at you, you've never seen that much fire in anybody's eyes before, let alone hers. She stepped back into the kitchen once more, her hands balled into tight fists at her sides. You've seen Wanda angry on multiple occasions, but this was a completely different level.
She tilted her head at a dangerous angle. "What?" Her voice was more threatening than her expression - and her face was extremely threatening. You don't ever want to be on the receiving end of this type of anger.
You released a sigh as you looked away from her. "I caught her last night." The mission did end earlier than expected having failed it, and normally you would've called her in advance to let her know you're on the way, but you decided to surprise her. Turns out, you both were surprised. "I don't know if it was a one-time thing or if it's been going on, I don't know. I didn't stay for long to find out. I just… I couldn't."
She saw the way your shoulders slouched at the memory, the way your voice wanted to crack but you didn't want to sound as weak as you looked. She felt the anger she was radiating slowly evaporate when she saw the single tear slide its way down your cheek. And she wanted to feel angry but how could she if you were about to break down right in front of her?
She crossed the room, scooting a chair closer to you so she could sit down. She brought you into her arms and you softly cried into her shoulder once more. The comfort she brought you was relaxing, and your crying was almost immediately halted, but you stayed in her arms.
"So, slowly or painfully?"
You pulled away from her at the question, eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "For what?"
"Nat's death," she clarified. "Would you like me to kill her slowly or painfully?"
You laughed, wiping the drying tears off your face with the sides of your hands. You sighed heavily. "You're not killing Nat, Wanda," you stated, shaking your head, your smile wide. And then you looked back at her, eyebrow raised, "Maybe…" You shook your head again. "No, nobody's dying today."
"Damn." There was a moment of silence between you, comfortable in her presence, until she spoke again, "What about tomorrow?"
"Wanda," you laughed.
She raised her hands in surrender, pursing her lips together. "The offer will always be on the table, Y/N."
You know it would be, that's the good thing about her. She wouldn't cheat on you, Wanda was too compassionate. She would never hurt you like that. And, for that, she would always hold a special place in your heart. But as you're looking at her, barely listening to her speak as the morning sun shines through the window to land on her like an angel, there was a brief moment that you thought about just… kissing her. 
You immediately shook that thought away. It was the heartbreak that was making you think like that. The need to get revenge on Natasha for breaking your heart, the need to show her that she didn't destroy you despite being destroyed. You didn't want to ruin what you had with Wanda because you were being desperate and vengeful.
"I have to get ready for work." Wanda's final sentence snapped you out of your thoughts as she stood up. "You're more than welcome to stay here while I'm gone."
"You're going to work after that mission?"
"Someone has to pay the bills around here, Y/N," she said lightly, smiling brightly. "I'm sure you already know this place like the back of your hand, but if you do end up needing something, you know my number."
"Well, I'm going to work, too," you expressed, standing up and taking your dishes to the sink. Wanda huffed disapprovingly, placing her hands on her hips as she walked along with you through the kitchen.
"I really think you should stay here," she argued. "Nat is going to be there looking for you and you're clearly not ready for any kind of confrontation."
You scoffed, looking at her. "I am ready for confrontation."
"Liar."
She turned to walk away from you, but you weren't giving up that easily. You chased after her. "What is my tell? Do I blink? Does my pinky twitch? Do I… fidget? What is it?"
She shook her head. "My lips are sealed."
"It doesn't matter anyway because you can't stop me from going to work." You knew she definitely could if she really wanted to, but you also know she won’t.
She sighed as she walked into her bedroom, leaving you to linger in the doorway. She turned her body to face you, clasping her hands together as she said, "Okay, I tell you what. If you call Nat right now and say… I don't know, say hi, then I'll even let you drive."
You stared at her. "My phone's dead."
"Use mine." She walked over to her nightstand and tore her phone off the charger, handing it out to you. You snatched it out of her hand and unlocked it, raising your eyebrows confidently at her before bringing up Natasha's contact.
You stared at the number you had memorized over the past three years, biting the inside of your cheek as your thumb hovered over the call button. All you had to do was say a simple, two-letter, one-syllable word and Wanda will let you go to work without any grief. Just call her and say "Hi". That's it.
But… just the thought of hearing her voice again, you couldn't do it.
You locked the phone and handed it back to Wanda. "Fine. You win." You stepped backward, out of the doorway. "I won't go to work." 
She smiled victoriously at you as she closed the door. You sighed as you stared at the wood for a moment before turning to go into the living room, digging through your bag to pull out your charger.
You were left alone in the house less than an hour later, sitting on the couch and scrolling through your phone. You ignored the constant messages from Natasha until they finally stopped, at least for now. But it wasn't very long until you got bored, setting your phone down and getting to your feet.
You've put so much time and energy into work that you didn't have the chance to form any hobbies. And any hobbies you had before you got a job at SHIELD were completely forgotten. You couldn't sit still. You had absolutely no intentions of going to work, but considering she had done nothing to prevent you from going is like her silently telling you to go to work. Your keys are just sitting on the counter, taunting you.
No, you couldn't go back on your word to Wanda. It wouldn't be right.
Wanda had just entered the compound before she was bombarded by Natasha, staring the redhead in the face with only one thought on her mind: Would she get fired if she punched her?
"Where's Y/N?"
The witch sighed, walking around the assassin and managing to get a few more steps in before she was cut off again. Wanda crossed her arms over her chest, knowing that if she didn't restrain her arms, she would be throwing punches. "Y/N is fine."
Natasha huffed. "I need to talk to her."
"You don't need to do anything except leave her alone," she countered. 
They stared at each other for a moment before Natasha nodded. "She told you."
"She mentioned it."
Natasha looked down to the floor, rubbing the back of her neck. She knew Wanda wasn't going to let her see you, she's always been protective of you. But that wasn't going to get her to stop trying, even if she has to go around the obstacle that is Wanda Maximoff.
She looked back up to Wanda, but her eyes went past her when the doors of the compound opened. Wanda turned around, doing a double-take when she saw you casually strolling towards the two women. She moved to stand to the side as you joined them, sending them both a wide smile.
"Good morning, ladies!" you greeted happily, turning to look at Natasha. Your eagerness caught a couple of people's attention. "Nat! I've been meaning to talk to you."
"You have?" They said it at the same time, both of them shocked you even showed up. 
Natasha cleared her throat. "Okay, we can go somewhere-"
"Ah, that won't be necessary," you assured quickly. "It'll be quick. I-"
"Y/N-"
You waved your hand, cutting off whatever Wanda was about to say. "I think it'd be best if we see other people." Not that Natasha would have trouble with that. She started it before it was discussed.
She huffed, "Wait, Y/N-"
"Glad we agree!" You nodded at her before sauntering off, both of them watching you leave for a moment before Wanda quickly joined your side, matching your stride easily.
"I'm impressed, Y/N," Wanda complimented. "I didn't think you had it in you."
"Is she still looking?"
"You want me to look back to see if she's still looking?" You nodded. "Wouldn't that be obvious?"
"It'd be more obvious if I did it," you stated, but when she turned to look over her shoulder, you quickly grasped her arm with both hands to stop her. "Okay, you're right. It'll be obvious. There's a corner up ahead, we can wait."
Just a few more steps until you're out of Natasha's line of sight and you could finally breathe. You think you still feel her eyes on the back of your head.
"No, just look," you declared. "Quickly, though."
"I'm not looking."
You released her arm. "Wanda-"
"Look, here's the corner." You both ducked around the corner, Wanda sending a quick glance towards Natasha before she rounded it. "She was still looking."
"Oh, I think I'm going to be sick."
Wanda patted you on the shoulder. "I'm so proud of you, Y/N," she expressed, smiling widely when you looked at her. You rolled your eyes and leaned against the wall, bending over to place your hands on your knees. She placed a hand on your back and rubbed you soothingly. 
You tried to calm the uncomfortable curling of your stomach, twisting and turning and making you just want to upchuck your breakfast. You sucked in a deep breath. You had no idea how you managed to keep your cool during that confrontation, but now that she wasn't near you, you could feel yourself falling apart.
"Why did I do that? Am I dumb? I should go back-"
"No," Wanda quickly interrupted, placing her hands on both of your shoulders as you stood up, making you look her in the eye. "You did the smart thing, Y/N. She cheated on you."
"I know, but-"
"No. You're not starting with the buts."
You pouted. "But-"
"Y/N."
"Fine." She removed her hands from your shoulders as you crossed your arms over your chest. You slouched, your eyes casting down to the floor between your shoes. "My heart hurts, Wanda," you whispered softly and she could hear the moment your cracked heart completely shattered.
You pushed yourself away from the wall, forcing her to take a step back. "Look, she's on the mission board today therefore, in an hour or so, you won't even have to see her." She walked alongside you as you ventured down the hall.
"Yeah, I won't have to worry about her, but what about-"
"Y/N!" You froze at your name being called from somewhere behind you, your muscles tensing and your heart pattering. His voice was a hammer to your skull and you didn't want to face him. But you couldn't move, hearing his heavy footsteps as he quickly moved to reach you. You blinked as he rounded you to stand in front, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Bruce," your voice was strained as you greeted him. You glanced at Wanda to see her confused expression, hoping she'd put two and two together and come up with a reason to walk away. You hadn't told her who Natasha slept with, just that she cheated. "It feels like it has been so long since we have seen each other."
He furrowed his eyebrows, laughing awkwardly at your poor attempt to lighten the heavy tenseness in the air. "I, uh… I just wanted to say-"
"There is nothing to say, Brucie," you stated, slapping him on the shoulder once you felt your muscles unlock. You sent him a forced smile. "You're the reason why my three-year relationship ended very abruptly, so what? Water under the bridge."
Wanda looked at you. "Y/N-"
"Hey, I gotta get going, but it was nice seeing you again." You patted his shoulder once more as you brushed past him, Wanda quickly joining you. "Please, Wanda, don't-"
"Bruce?!" she whispered/yelled and you sighed. "Now that's a pairing I didn't see coming. And why are you so forgiving?"
"I'm trying to be the bigger person," you declared, matching her whisper. "Isn't that what they do? They forgive but don't forget or whatever, right?"
"No." Wanda laughed lightly. "You're nuts, Y/N. Don't forgive. Don't! Not when it comes to cheating!"
"Well, my self-pep talk on the way here was for nothing, wasn't it?" You sighed as you stopped walking, turning to look at her. "I thought I could do this, but I can't, Wanda. I-"
"Oh, you're doing this," she declared. "You're already here, you've already faced both problems. And, look, I'm here!"
You stared at her for a moment, blinking a couple of times before saying, "So?"
"You're an ass." You laughed as she lightly punched your shoulder, marching away from you.
You trailed after her. "Look, I just don't want to talk about that whole situation anymore, okay? I need a breather from her and him and… it."
You both turned the corner, seeing a small group of agents huddled against the wall. As you and Wanda neared closer, at the mention of your name coming from one of their lips, you stopped walking.
"Did you guys hear that Y/N and Romanoff broke up?"
"Yeah! It's all everybody's talking about."
"They've been together for years! Why did they break up?"
"I don't know, but what hope do I have if my favorite couple broke up?"
"I heard it was because Romanoff forgot her birthday."
"Nah, it was because Romanoff wanted Y/N to stop being friends with Wanda, but there's no way she agreed to that. Y/N doesn't take anybody's orders."
"Really? Because I heard that Y/N had a dream telling her to break up with Nat and, you know what they say, follow your dreams!" You furrowed your eyebrows when you heard Wanda's voice, turning your head to see that she was no longer by your side, but had placed herself amongst the huddle of agents. "What is this? High school?" she demanded angrily.
The agents immediately parted ways, embarrassed, as Wanda moved back to join you. You laughed and shook your head. "I can't believe you."
"They shouldn't be gossiping," Wanda said, continuing your walk. "They should be working."
"Alright, Steve Jr., settle down."
She held a hand to her heart, gasping dramatically. "That hurts, Y/N."
You laughed. "What would I do without you, Wanda?"
"Honestly, I don't even know how you've survived before you met me," she confessed. "You were such a mess and it took me so long to fix you up."
"I hate you."
You couldn't help but laugh with her, enjoying the moment of not thinking about Natasha or Bruce or, hell, even the mission last night. It was just you and Wanda, enjoying her company as you made your way to the conference room together, preparing to receive a lecture from Steve about the mission. But you really couldn't care less, having some fun with your best friend despite your entire world crashing down within a span of two minutes.
"Wow, look, Y/N," Wanda stated as your laughter gradually died, entering the room to see it completely empty. "We beat Steve here."
"Guess there really is a first for everything," you said, grinning as you rounded the table to sit facing the door. Wanda sat next to you, scooting her chair over a little to get closer to you. "Hey, thanks."
She glanced at you, tilting her head slightly, perplexed. "For what?"
"Being here for me," you said, "and letting me crash on your couch. Which, by the way, I'll start looking for my own place as soon as possible." You wonder if you could use one of the compound's bedrooms while you search. That way, you could get out of Wanda's hair before she gets sick of you.
She waved you off. "Don't be getting all sentimental on me now, Y/N," she expressed and you jabbed her with your elbow as you rolled your eyes. She laughed softly for a moment before she said, "You know I'm always here for you. And my couch is always open for strays."
"Now who's being sentimental." You chuckled, leaning against the table as you waited for Steve to show up. And then it dawned on you, furrowing your eyebrows, "Did you just call me a stray?"
She laughed when you looked at her, pouting when she patted you on the head teasingly. She moved her hand away before you could swat her, smacking the air instead, and so you pushed her, watching her roll away from you.
"I was thinking-"
"Oh, God, Y/N," she expressed as she rolled back over to you. She sat closer to you than last time, elbows practically bumping against each other every time you moved, but you didn't notice. "The last time you thought of something, I ended up having to take a bath in tomato juice."
"In my defense, I didn't know a skunk would be there!" you retorted. "And we both had to bathe in tomato juice, you're not special."
She chuckled as she propped her head upon the table with her elbow. "How did you not expect a skunk to be living in the woods?"
"Did you have fun on the hike?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Did you have fun?"
She sighed, smiling widely as she said, "Yes, Y/N, I enjoyed the hike. It was a lesson learned."
"That you'll never be able to find someone like me?"
"To never go hiking with you again."
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest as she snickered. "Fine, I just won't tell you."
"Oh, come on, Y/N," she expressed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you against her. "I'll get sprayed by a skunk with you any day of the week." You instinctively rested your head against her shoulder, feeling less stressed about the past twenty-four hours.
"Save the cheese for the wine, Wanda, you're full of shit," you countered and she flashed you a smug grin when you picked your head up to look at her. "Anyway, I was thinking that we can do a movie night when we get home." You placed your head back onto her shoulder absentmindedly. "We can have ice cream and alcohol and watch all the sappy, breakup movies Netflix has to offer."
"That sounds… fun, actually," she expressed and you pulled away from her to send her a smile. She laid both of her hands on the table as she said, "I get to pick the ice cream."
You stared at her, thinking for a moment, before saying, "Alright, fine. Get your stupid Rocky Road ice cream."
"It's not stupid," she defended. "Your little… flavor is stupid."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" You cupped your ear with your hand, leaning towards her mockingly. "What's my favorite ice cream?" 
You laughed when she swatted your hand away from your head, looking at her to see her roll her eyes. This was what you needed, just a moment of forgetting the pain you've felt. But you couldn't stop the feeling from creeping up on you, your smile slowly fading and your shoulders slouching as the door opened. You forced it back to keep up with the mood in the room.
You looked up to see Vision walking in, placing a few folders at the head of the table and sending a light smile toward Wanda. "Hello, Miss Maximoff," he said softly, his eyes bright and eager. He barely glanced at you as he sent you a measly little "Hi," nothing compared to Wanda's greeting. It was like he was required to acknowledge you when all he wanted to do was talk to Wanda.
"Hey, Vis," Wanda returned, mimicking the softness in her voice that he held in his. "What're you up to?"
"The Captain asked me to run these files in here and to tell you that he's running a bit behind," he explained.
"We could see this," you stated, earning a subtle kick from Wanda under the table, making you glare at her.
Vision ignored you anyway. "I was hoping to see you soon," he said, "as I have acquired two tickets to the new movie that's coming out and I have nobody to go with. Would you like to accompany me?"
You scooted away a little bit so you can face Wanda, a smirk crawling on your lips as you anticipated her answer. You knew Vision always had a crush on Wanda, though she never talked about reciprocating the crush. You had no idea how Wanda felt about the android, but you suspected there was a small amount of fondness towards him as she always seemed to brighten up just a tad bit whenever he entered the room. You were good at reading the situation in the room, knowing exactly what she's thinking.
"Uh, sorry, Vis, but Y/N and I-"
"Oh, would you look at that," you stated quickly. "I just remembered that I will not be able to make it tonight, Wands. You should go with Mr. Roboto here."
Wanda looked at you, eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed, skeptical, as Vision's smile seemed to grow. "I don't think you-"
"If you don't want to go, Miss Maximoff, then I could give the tickets to someone else," Vision offered. "I heard that you've been anticipating this movie ever since the trailer release and-"
"Oh, my- Just go on a date with the dude, Wanda," you encouraged, laughing.
She sighed, sending one last look your way before turning to Vision and accepting his proposal. Yet, somehow, his smile managed to grow even bigger.
"I will pick you up around seven," Vision said, placing a gentle hand on the table before leaving the room.
You lightly pushed Wanda, rolling your eyes. "I told you he had a crush on you!" you declared as she sighed. "Oh. You know that what? Screw being a SHIELD agent, I should be a matchmaker."
She looked at you. "What?"
"Well," you said, smiling sheepishly, "I may have hinted him towards the movie."
She smacked your shoulder with the back of your hand, but she was already speaking at a loud volume before you could express your pain, "Why?"
"Because you like him and he likes you!"
"Y/N, I don't-" She huffed, shaking her head and lowering her voice. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second, pinching the bridge of her nose as the smile on your face slowly faded away once more. "I only see him as a friend."
"A friend?" Maybe you're not as good at reading the situation as you thought you were. Well, at least when it came to personal stuff like feelings. You could point out a killer just by the way they hold a knife, yet you can't tell if your best friend has feelings for someone. "Well, you gotta have a crush on someone, Wanda. You can't tell me you don't."
"I never said I didn't," she clarified as you gasped, but she quickly added before you could get a word in, "but let's drop this."
"Drop it?! Like I would ever! Who is it?" You leaned towards her, grinning. "Is it someone here? Like… someone we work with closely? Oh, please don't tell me it's Steve."
"It's not Steve."
You huffed. "You're mad."
"I'm not mad," she stated, sighing exasperatedly. "Though I really should be. You got me stuck going on a date with someone I don't think of that way."
"Okay, I may have read the situation wrong, but-"
She rolled her eyes. "Y/N, you always read the situation wrong."
"In my defense, you haven't talked about your dating life since I've known you," you declared, and then you sighed when she avoided eye contact with you. You rolled closer to her, grabbing onto her arm with both of your hands. "I apologize, Wands. Look, all you have to do is go on one date with the guy, and then you can decide if you want a second one or not."
"I won't want a second one."
"He's been looking forward to this day. Besides, what's the issue? You're going to see that stupid, cheesy, romantic movie you wanted to see," you stated, releasing her arm. "If it was me, I would've taken you to, like, the goriest movie they have out."
"Don't butter me up, Y/N." You laughed as she smiled, finally looking at you. "I'm still mad at you."
"You can pretend, but we both know you can't stay mad at me for long," you stated, batting your eyelashes at her. "Hey, you should bring me home some of that fancy cooked kernel."
"Y/N, why can't you just say popcorn like a normal person?"
"Because who likes being normal?" you countered, completely oblivious to the door opening. "Except for you, weirdo."
"Oh, I'm the weirdo?" She laughed. "Says the one who puts the milk in the bowl before the cereal."
"It's crunchier," you expressed. "Go be bitter with your soggy cereal somewhere else."
Your laughter mixed with Wanda's as it filled the room, almost missing someone clearing their throat to announce their presence. You looked over, feeling the happiness leave your body when you made eye contact with Bruce. You leaned against the table, breathing in deeply. You were almost capable of forgetting about him fully. He had been lingering on the back of your mind, just replaying the moment with him jumping off of Natasha and using your blanket to keep himself covered, but Wanda has been managing to keep you out of reality for a moment. You knew it wasn't going to last long, that it was going to come at you like a car any second, you just wished you were given a few more moments without worrying about the pain of your broken heart.
Bruce sensed the aura change immediately, keeping his head down as he moved to sit across from you. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, not knowing if you wanted to scream or punch his stupid face. You wondered what Natasha saw in him, how he managed to get her into bed and ruin what (to you, at least) was the most perfect thing ever. Apparently, she didn't think it was that perfect otherwise she wouldn't have cheated, right?
You wanted to ask him why. He would give you an unbiased answer that wasn't meant to spare your feelings. He wouldn't start the explanation with an I love you. It would give you something to think about. If it truly was your fault, maybe it was something you could work on so the next relationship you find yourself in, they wouldn't feel the need to cheat.
Did Natasha get bored? You have been taking up a lot more missions lately. She might've gotten bored and lonely. Yet - and you've only ever told one person this and will never tell anybody now that it's not going to happen - the only reason you've been taking on heavy loads of missions was to make enough money to buy her an engagement ring. All the money you've been making was spent on the apartment and bills, so you'd take the time to do some extra missions, rake in that extra money, enough to get a ring that fit Natasha's personality to a T. Well, now you don't have to worry about it and… you have some extra cash now.
Bruce shifted uncomfortably under your stare and you hadn't even realized you were still staring at him until Wanda placed a gentle hand on your arm. You blinked, snapping out of your daze and slowly turning your head to look at her. Turns out, she was talking to you that entire time and you haven't heard a word she was saying.
"What?"
She rolled her eyes as Steve finally walked into the room. "We'll talk later," she assured. "Principal's here."
"Be careful, you're going to get detention." The two of you giggled underneath your breath, but Steve heard it and sent you a glare. "Uh, oh. Busted."
"Have you two filled out your mission reports for last night?" he questioned and you shared a look with Wanda.
"I left it in my other pants," you stated, then stood up as you added, "but I can run and grab them real quick."
"Sit down," Steve ordered as Wanda grabbed your wrist, tugging you back into your seat as she laughed, but your smile washed away when you caught Bruce watching you with a small smile of his own.
You wish you had half of Wanda's powers so you could know what he's thinking.
"You three are going on a new mission," Steve explained, reaching for the file on the table. You glanced at Wanda as he passed them out to each of you.
"Yeah, uh, Steve," you stated as you raised your hand, "I can't go on this field trip. My mom won't sign the release form."
"What?"
"It means I don't want to go," you clarified, sliding the file across the table towards him. "It's as simple as that."
He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyebrows pinched together, puzzled. You knew what he was thinking. The rumors about you and Natasha breaking up were true, but the reasons were apparently all over the place. And they got farther from the truth each time. He sighed heavily as he looked at you, his jaw set. You knew he wasn't going to let you out of this. "You asked for extra missions," he pointed out.
"Yes, I did do that," you agreed, "but that was before." Before your entire life got flipped upside down. Before you lost the only good things. Before you lost one of the reasons to get out of bed every morning. "The only reason I came here is that I thought you were going to lecture us about the last mission."
"What happened in the last mission?" Your head has never snapped onto something so fast before now, your eyes narrowing when they landed on Bruce.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Okay," Wanda stated, resting a hand on your shoulder. She pulled you away from the table, preparing to stand up. "We're going to take a step away from this mission."
"I'm sorry, but you two are needed on this mission," Steve countered, Wanda falling back into her seat. "With everyone else preoccupied, you three are the only ones left. Y/N, I get that you're going through some difficult times right now-"
"You don't know the half of it," you muttered.
"-but this will get your mind off of it."
You looked at Steve. He doesn't know what happened, only has an idea of it. Nobody knows Bruce was involved and you're not sure if you want to tell him, to bring Bruce's reputation down a peg. The perfect, shy, awkward scientist is really just a selfish, ignorant cheater who won't hesitate to ruin someone's life. There was a part of your brain that wanted to bring him under with you, to want him to know exactly what feelings you're hiding underneath the smiles and laughter. You truly don't know how you're not falling apart.
"I highly doubt that, Rogers," you commented. 
He sighed. "The mission is really simple," he continued as he slid the folder back to you. "You each have your roles. Study up because it starts tomorrow night."
"Why can't it be tonight?" Wanda asked as she flipped her file open. "Damn."
You laughed, though to you, it felt forced. "You really don't want to go on that date, huh?"
She kicked you underneath the table again, but this time you kicked back before quickly pushing away from her, narrowly dodging her attempt to kick you once more. She looked at you and you stuck your tongue out at her, causing her to roll her eyes and try to hide a smile forming on her face.
You opened the file and took one peek into it, immediately sighing. "You want us to attend a secret HYDRA masquerade ball?" You looked at Steve. "Are we in a love/hate relationship with this organization?"
"More like a hate/hate," Wanda stated, her eyes glued to the papers in her hands.
"Oh, really?" you challenged. "We hate them enough to thwart their plans, yet love them enough to keep them alive."
Wanda looked at you, eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed in thought, then looked at Steve. "She has a point."
 "No, she doesn't," Steve declared. "Just do the assignment and stop acting like children." You watched as he walked away, your eyes landing on Bruce when he passed him.
"It's kinda like us now, isn't it, Banner?" you asked him. "You're the SHIELD to my HYDRA."
He sighed, looking up from his file. "Y/N-"
"You just indicated that he's the good guy," Wanda pointed out.
"You're the HYDRA to my SHIELD," you corrected and Wanda patted your shoulder.
He scratched the bridge of his nose with his index finger, clearly annoyed. You couldn't find it within yourself to really care. You had always admired Bruce, his ability to stay calm all the time so he didn't Hulk out was the patience you always felt you needed, but now you just want to smash his face in. You knew you wouldn't get far before Hulk made an appearance - someone threatening his precious meat suit would surely piss him off - but that's where Wanda came in.
"It was an accident," Bruce stated and you laughed unnecessarily loud, humorless. He sighed at your reaction, gently closing the folder in front of him to give him something to do as you processed his words through laughter.
"An accident, he says!" You stood up, Wanda following your movement immediately as you leaned over the table, your hands pressed against the surface. "Cheating isn't an accident, Bruce. Falling off a bike is an accident. You don't trip and fall into my girlfriend."
"All right." Wanda quickly scooped up both of your files with one hand and guided you out of the room with the other. She released her hold on you when you were far enough away from the conference room and you stopped walking, leaning against the wall and pressing your palms into your eyes.
"I guess I'm not really ready for this whole forgiving and forgetting thing, Wanda."
She grinned, shrugging slightly despite not being able to see her. "You had a pretty good point back there, though, Y/N," she said. "Cheating isn't an accident."
You removed your hands from your eyes, your vision temporarily dark until you blinked the patches of black away. "An accident." You scoffed, shaking your head. "How was that an accident?" There were no signs of alcohol anywhere in the apartment, no smell of it on her when she faced you. "I can't do this mission."
"Yes, you can," she argued, pushing a file into your chest to make you take it. "You don't really get the choice. But I will be there every step of the way, Y/N."
You sighed and nodded, relaxing underneath her touch when she placed a hand on your shoulder. The two of you continued walking and you found yourself glancing at Wanda every now and again as you conversed. You don't know if it was the fact that there was still a small part of you that wanted Natasha to feel the same way you feel or if it's genuine, but you couldn't stop yourself from noticing just how beautiful Wanda seemed today. You were starting to regret setting her up with Vision.
It could also be the fact that she's just there for you every time you felt yourself needing someone. That she's the only constant in your life when everything else seems to be constantly changing. The friendship you hold with her, the love, was rare and you didn't want anything to happen to that if she didn't feel the same way.
She most likely didn't feel the same way.
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"He's here!" It was seven o'clock on the dot when Vision pulled up with one of the SHIELD-issued Jeeps, tearing yourself away from the window to turn to Wanda as she made her way into the living room. You furrowed your eyebrows at her casual outfit. "That's what you're wearing?"
She sent you a look before saying, "He and I discussed it and agreed to be casual."
"You're going to have fun," you stated. "You'll be fine."
She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes not once wavering away from you in that judgmental, annoyed stare. You found yourself getting defensive.
"You know, if you actually talked to me about who the hell you're crushing on, I could've pulled out my matchmaking cards and hooked you up!" you declared. You lowered your voice to a casual tone as you said, "Is it Tony? Because I can't help you there if it is. He's engaged."
She rolled her eyes as she turned away from you, a soft knock coming from the door. "You're ridiculous," she expressed, and then she released a sigh, her facial features softening as you stepped closer to her. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"
"Yes, Wanda," you told her. 
"If you need anything-"
"You'll be the first person I'll call," you assured quickly. "Now, go. Enjoy your date."
She stared at you for a moment longer before shaking her head and opening the door. Vision greeted her happily, handing her a bouquet as she plastered a smile on her face. "Hold on, let me go put these in some water," she said, walking away from the door.
Vision stepped in, his eyes immediately landing on you. He smiled softly at you, sending you a nod. "Thank you, Y/N," he said.
You crossed your arms and puffed out your chest, furrowing your eyebrows slightly to portray the tough best friend look. "You better not fuck this up, Vision," you declared. You wanted Wanda to be happy with someone. You wanted Wanda to have someone like you do. Did. And hope they treat her right. "I will dismantle you."
He furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't think it's possible to-"
"I'll find a way," you promised, sending him a smile as Wanda made her way back. "You two kids have fun."
Vision took a few steps out of the house, but Wanda lingered behind, looking at you with soft eyes and a small frown. "Y/N-"
"Wanda, I will be fine," you said. You can see her contemplating whether she should go with Vision or stay here, her pursed lips and thoughtful eyes. And though you really want her to stay, you want to go through with your plans for a breakup movie night, you also want her to enjoy her life. To not be stuck babysitting you.
You stopped her from convincing herself to stay by impatiently ushering her out of the door, cutting her off from saying anything by making noises along with her. She huffed and watched you with longing eyes as you closed the door on her.
You turned around to face the empty house, sighing as you moved to look out the window in time to watch the Jeep pull away. There was a part of you that hoped she would be more determined to stay. That she would've put her foot down to be with you instead of listening to you for once and go out with Vision. But she was gone for now and you were left alone.
You sat down on the couch, soaking in the suffocating silence. You brought your knees to your chest and cried into your knees. There was nobody to comfort you this time, letting your sobs cut through the empty house. You couldn't deny it, you missed her to the point where it hurt almost as much as it did when you found out she cheated on you. 
Once you managed to pull yourself together, you tried to busy yourself. And, to be fair, you attempted to stay in the house, but it wasn't much longer until you got bored. You knew Natasha was currently on a mission, leaving the apartment empty, so you figured now would be a good time as any to go get some of your things. You definitely needed some of your clothes.
You didn't bother parking in your reserved spot, choosing an empty zone closer to the building because you weren't going to be long. You were just grabbing enough stuff to fill a cardboard box you snagged from Wanda's house, carrying the empty box up the stairs until you were facing your apartment door. 
You knew it was empty, yet you still hesitated to open the door. You couldn't stop the memory from cutting through your thoughts, thinking about the last time you were in this building. Your chest felt heavy, your eyes burning with unshed tears as you sucked in a shaky breath, but you shook it off and stuck your key into the keyhole.
The door opened with a soft creak and closed with a gentle click. You almost made a beeline for the bedroom until you passed the kitchen, sighing when you saw your cup still resting by the sink. You placed the box onto the table when you walked by it, going to the sink to wash your cup, setting it on the drying mat, and reaching for something to dry your hands with, but you froze when you heard footsteps behind you.
Of course, he would be here. Like he doesn't have his own place. You wondered if they made it official now that you weren't a problem for her anymore, finishing drying your hands and turning around to face him. Your voice got caught in your throat when you made eye contact with Natasha instead of Bruce, you who thought it was. Her face was still wet, her eyes red and cheeks pale. She had been crying, just like you.
You've always hated seeing her so upset. There wasn't anything you wouldn't do to make her feel better, the first instinct would be to bring her into your arms, but you couldn't this time. You couldn't let her know that you were regretting ending it though you knew you shouldn't feel that way. What you had done was the smart thing, the healthy thing, and the right thing.
She noticed the box on the table and figured why you were truly here. She had a hopeful look in her eye that vanished when she put the pieces of the puzzle together. You tossed the rag onto the counter as you sighed, stepping forward.
"I didn't expect you to be here."
"I… took myself off of the mission. I wasn’t in the right headspace." Your eyes fluttered close at her voice, weak and broken. She was truly a mess and the love you felt for her told you to help her, to hold her and comfort her, but you ignored it. "Can we please talk?"
You opened your eyes, your hand resting on the top of the box. "There's nothing to talk about." She sighed, relieved at your voice as you swiped the box off the table and squeezed past her, making your way to the bedroom, but stopping when you reached the doorway.
You watched the scene unfold in front of you once more, picturing Bruce's panic as he hopped off the bed, tugging the blanket to cover himself, and the look in Natasha's eye as she realized that that was the moment everything fell apart.
You felt her presence behind you and you forced yourself to walk further into the room, reaching the dresser to retrieve some of your clothes, dropping them into the box by your feet.
"Y/N, please, stop," she pleaded from a couple of feet behind you. "Can we just talk this out?"
You slammed the dresser drawer shut and she flinched at the sudden noise, turning to look at her. "You cheated on me," you declared, "there's nothing left to talk about."
"I was angry," she said, ignoring your comment. "You weren't around lately and I was angry at you for that."
"I was on missions," you stated. "I was doing my job, losing people, watching people I'm supposed to keep alive die right in front of me, all while you were screwing someone else!"
She furrowed her eyebrows. "What-"
"Don't act so interested now," you said, turning your back on her to continue digging for your clothes. "You clearly weren't last night."
She breathed out, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want me to say, Y/N?"
You leaned against the opened drawer, sighing as you closed your eyes. There was nothing she could say that'll ever make this situation better, but there was one thing you were curious about. "How long?"
She was silent for an uncomfortable amount of time, causing you to open your eyes and turn to look at her. She stared at you, clearly hesitant to answer, which only made your stomach twist into knots. "We only did it three times."
She seemed to step toward you on instinct when she saw your face fall at her words. They only did it three times. That's plenty of times in your book. You wondered how many more times they would've done it if you hadn't caught them.
"So…" You cleared your throat when you lost control of your voice, cracking at that tiny word. You attempted once more, "You were mad that I was taking on extra missions, so you decided to just say fuck it?" Literally.
"Y/N-"
"Have you ever thought to talk to me about it? Have you ever thought to just sit down like adults and ask me why?"
She looked away from you.
"Because, you know, I have a good reason as to why I wasn't around all the time."
Her head lifted, her eyes melting into yours. "Why?"
You didn't want to tell her, that would just make everything feel so much worse. She was fine with not knowing and you were fine with her not knowing. But… at the same time, you wanted her to know. You wanted her to know what you were sacrificing for her. That everything was going to come full circle if she had just given you time.
"I needed the money," you answered. "The more missions I did, the more money I got."
She furrowed her eyebrows, confused. "Money? You left me alone for money?"
"No, you do not get to blame me for your actions," you declared. 
"Why did you need money, Y/N? You already had everything here-"
"I didn't," you interrupted. You had to tell her, the anger you were feeling was going to make you blurt it out eventually, might as well be now. "I didn't have a ring." 
This time, her face fell and you had to turn away from her, continuing cleaning out your side of the dresser. You tensed when you felt her hands rest on your shoulders, her body close against yours. Your eyes closed at the heat rising in your cheeks, her hands running down your arms and resting on your waist, but you quickly grabbed her wrists before she could go any further. You stepped to the side, away from her, as you released her.
"Don't," you whispered, facing her. You wouldn't be able to stop yourself if you had let her continue. You would've given in to temptation, the familiar comfort she brought when she touched you.
But she didn't listen to you. She stepped forward and placed her fingers along your jaw gently, her dazzling green eyes melting into you as you lost yourself in them. You had to tear yourself out of their trance if you wanted any kind of chance to walk away, but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't look away.
Her fingers ghosted along your skin and you didn't realize that she was leaning towards you until her lips were touching yours, your eyes instinctively closing against the kiss as warmth filled your bloodstream. Her hands intertwined with each other behind your neck, pulling your body flush into her. It's been less than a day and you were already starving for her touch.
"She cheated on you." It was Wanda's voice, tugging against the logic side of your brain. Desperate to try and reach you before you went too far, knowing that's where you're headed. The bed wasn't too far from you, just a few steps and you'd fall onto it with her still pressed against you. "Y/N!"
You pulled away from her suddenly, both of your eyes flying open. It was like Wanda was directly next to you, screaming. She would call you an idiot for being weak like this, and that's putting it lightly. You were sure she'd insult you even worse in her native tongue.
You licked your lips, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of her for one more second before you moved past her, reaching over to pick up the box. You didn't get all your clothes, but this was enough to get you through a few more days. "I… can't. I can't kiss you, I can't even look at you without seeing…" him. You made your way to the door.
Natasha looked like she wanted to argue, her mouth open as she turned to watch you. Her eyes grew red once more, tears threatening to moisturize her face again. But she closed her mouth, nodding her head in understanding. "I made a mistake," she said instead, "and I'm sorry, Y/N. I will do whatever it takes to get you to trust me again."
You stopped walking when her words reached you, frozen in the middle of what used to be the room where you felt the safest. Now you can't stand to be in here. She watched as you continued walking, and broke down when she heard the front door close.
You've driven through all the emotions on your way back to your car, having settled on confusion by the time you're in the driver's seat. You started the car and sat in absolute silence after placing the box onto the seat next to you, staring at the building in front of you. Your lips were still warm with her touch, the feeling of her body against yours still lingered. And you wondered if Bruce had gone through the same thing, the sensation of her touch lasting hours afterward.
Your confusion turned into anger real fast, a scream tearing your vocal cords as you smacked the steering wheel with your palms as hard as you could. Silent tears streamed down your face as you rested your forehead against the wheel, the cool leather. You sucked in a shaky breath, sniffling through your nose. 
You picked your head up when somebody honked behind you, signaling that you were parked in their spot and that you need to move. You sent them an apology wave and quickly pulled out of the lot.
A few more hours went by before Wanda walked through the door, sighing softly with relief when she spotted you on the couch amid a pile of blankets, the TV playing a cheesy movie and your face covered in dried tears. You were partially aware that most of those tears weren't because of the movie.
You turned your head to send Wanda a wide smile as she closed the door behind her, noticing the bag in her hand. "What are you doing, Y/N?" She laughed gently.
"I may have gathered every single blanket you have in the house to make my little fort." You grinned cheekily. 
"I didn't even know I had that many blankets."
"And how was your date, ma'am?" you questioned.
She sighed as she walked into the kitchen. "It was fine," she called to you, returning with two spoons. It brought confusion onto you, but she was already talking before you could question it, "He was very shy at first."
"Hey, you like shy people," you commented as she stood slightly in front of you. "Is there a second date?"
"Surprisingly, he asked and I said yes." You couldn't stop the feeling of sadness creeping up on you at her words. You should be feeling ecstatic for her, happy that she's finally getting herself into the dating game, but the feeling of joy was overpowered by another feeling, a different one, one that you couldn't put your name to. "How was your night?"
"Very… eventful," you said, smiling at her softly.
She reached into the bag and pulled out a pint of your favorite ice cream, your eyes widening as you broke through your blanket bubble to grab the pint away from her, accepting a spoon when handed to you. She laughed as she reached into the bag to pull out her own pint, destroying your shield to sit next to you, both of you getting settled underneath the multiple blankets. 
"You did remember my favorite flavor," you stated.
"Of course," she said in a matter-of-fact tone, shaking her head. As if you should ever doubt her. "And I knew you really needed that movie night."
"How?"
She sent you a smirk as she opened her ice cream. "You were lying earlier when you said that you'll be fine."
You sighed. It wasn't any use to ask her what your tell was, but that wasn't going to stop you from trying to figure it out. "Tell me, what'd you do on this date? Besides going to a movie, of course." You dug your spoon into your ice cream and shoveled some into your mouth. "I want all the details."
She sighed, looking over at you, but you were too busy watching your spoon scoop the ice cream to notice her gentle eyes and slightly pursed lips. "You don't want to watch the movie?" 
You glanced at the TV in front of you, the movie you had been watching prior to Wanda walking through the door still playing softly in the background. You had been vaguely watching it since it started, it wasn't good and easily predictable. "It's almost over anyway," you told her, turning your head to watch her dig a hole into her ice cream. "Besides, I'm sure your date with the android is better than the movie."
"Well, we went to the movie as planned and it was gorgeous," she said, bringing the ice cream-covered spoon to her lips. "After that, I just wanted to come straight home, but he was very persistent in taking a long way." She popped the spoon into her mouth and took a moment to swallow the ice cream. You had completely forgotten about your frozen dessert, hypnotized by her. You hate yourself for not noticing just how beautiful she truly is until now, when you're in a weak, emotional state and when she's finally dating. "We just… talked. On the way home. And I guess I have never really gotten the chance to talk to him before, so I saw a side of him I didn't get to see."
"Did he walk you to the door and give you a kiss?" You waggled your eyebrows when she looked at you, making her shake her head and laugh.
"He did, actually," she confessed as she returned to her ice cream to hide the blush forming on her cheeks.
The smile faded away from your face, hiding it by scooping ice cream into your mouth when she looked back at you. You figured out what that mysterious feeling was and, now that you know that you're jealous, you regret ever planting the idea in Vision's head.
No, this was a good thing. Wanda was better than being a rebound, you didn’t want to do that to her. She deserves to be the first, not the afterthought. You’re still reeling from the recent breakup, not to mention that these sudden feelings for your best friend came out of nowhere.
You looked towards the TV just in time to catch the ending of the movie, how the couple who went through hard times and heartbreak ended up together once again. You could try that with Natasha, go back to slowly rebuilding that trust. Hell, if they can do it in this 2-star movie, you could do it in real life, right? She said that she's willing to do whatever it takes to be someone you trusted again, maybe give her a chance.
And risk a second, more painful heartbreak?
"Did you just do this the entire time I was gone?" You looked at her as she gestured to the TV and the burrito of blankets you had buried yourself under. You didn't trust yourself to answer her verbally, still having no idea what your tell was, so you just nodded your head with a sheepish smile and resumed your ice cream.
She didn't believe you, either way, seeing the box of your clothes resting beside the couch. But she didn't question it. Instead, she chose the next movie as you enjoyed the company… and ice cream.
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"So, explain to me again Bruce's role." You didn't even glance at Bruce, arms crossed over your chest. There are not many opportunities in your line of work to wear a dress, and definitely not a single one where it's out of Tony's pocket, so never mind a dress that is literally one of a kind, freshly designed by a huge, famous designer that you can't remember the name of. It's been so long since you've worn a proper dress that you're finding yourself a tad bit uncomfortable, having to constantly adjust to the tightness of the fabric and the cold breeze crossing your legs. And never mind the heels. You're praying you don't have to run.
"Did you not read the assignment?" Steve countered, his eyes glued to the screen in front of him.
Bruce wasn't wearing a tux, just his normal T-shirt and sweats, so it seemed to you that he wasn't going into the ball. You should've read the file earlier, but you had planned on doing that on the way to the venue. 
"I did read the file," you stated defensively, crossing your arms over your chest. "but I skipped the boring parts."
For some reason, Bruce didn't seem to believe you. "HYDRA got their hands on a biological agent and you need to steal it back before they use it."
"The masquerade ball is a guise for a lot of high profile targets with a lot of money, such as celebrities and even some rival business heads," Steve continued. "HYDRA is planning on taking them out with the biological weapon, but you and Wanda are going to stop them."
"I'm going to be your eyes and ears in the van," Bruce added. "There are cameras hidden in your masks that'll let me see if you have the right agent."
"Isn't this a job for the whole team?" you questioned. "Instead of an amazingly talented agent, a homewrecking hot head, and a witch?"
Steve finally looked away from the screen, turning to face you. He placed his hands on his hips as he said, "This came up at the last minute and everybody else was already assigned to missions almost as important. Bruce wasn't doing anything and you two just finished an assignment."
You were going to mention Natasha, but you decided to bite your tongue when you heard the clacking of heels approach you from behind. You turned, feeling your jaw drop to the floor when you took in Wanda's appearance.
The knee-high dress showed off her legs, the purple of the outfit blending in well with her complexion, and her hair was more bouncy than it usually is, holding more volume. Your stomach was doing flips and you couldn't find your voice to form a single syllable. She held a clutch bag across her front with both hands and you found yourself devouring her with your eyes.
What is happening to your body? Why are you suddenly so… attracted to your best friend?
"What?" Her voice snapped you out of your daze and your mouth closed with its own mind. You hadn't realized you were staring at her body until your eyes flickered up to her face, red coloring your cheeks with embarrassment for being caught staring as Wanda seemed to suddenly grow shy.
"You look" - there was truly no word in the universe good enough that could describe what she looks like; angelic, heavenly, beautiful, gorgeous, irresistible. Yet even all those words combined wasn't enough - "great." 
So, you decided to settle on the word that was the least worthy in describing her? You mentally sighed, knowing that it was the safest route to take. At least until you get over these sudden, abrupt feelings you were forming for your best friend.
"Thank you," she said, smiling a smile that had your heart skipping beats. "You look pretty good yourself."
You blinked, briefly confused. You were so engrossed in her beauty that you had completely forgotten why she was dressed like that and that you were dressed similarly. 
The three of you loaded up into the van a couple of minutes later, with Bruce driving, Wanda in the passenger seat, and you settled amongst the computers in the back. How you managed to get the best spot in the house was absolutely beyond you.
You were busying yourself with reading the file you didn't get a chance to read, the car ride in absolute silence as you learned the identity of one of the partygoers who had rejected the invitation. Nobody big enough to run a country, but big enough to get an invite to this thing. Wanda, on the other hand, managed to get the role of a very popular actress in Russia, and, thanks to the masks, nobody could tell that Wanda’s not her. You're definitely not jealous.
"So, I heard you went on a date with Vision last night." You didn't look up, but you were no longer interested in the words you were reading. Why was Bruce trying to make small talk?
"How did you know?"
You could hear the grin on his face when he said, "It's the talk of the town at the moment."
When you and Natasha first started going out, you remember how the two of you were "the talk of the town" for the next month, even later for some people. You hated your personal life being the center of attention, but she assured you it was nothing to be worried about. And she was right, you were worried for nothing. But now it's Wanda's turn. Since you and Natasha are no longer a couple, the bottom feeders need something to feed on.
"How was it?"
There was a moment of silence and you could feel Wanda turning her head to look at you, so you flipped over the page to continue reading, acting as if you weren't eavesdropping. "It went well," she answered as she faced forward. "We're planning a second date."
Your jaw clenched. Why were you so mad about her going on another date with Vision? This is what you wanted, was it not? You planted the idea in Vision's head weeks ago when the movie was first announced, and you were perfectly fine with the thought of Wanda dating Vision. But that was weeks ago, long before you had caught Bruce and Natasha, long before you became newly single, long before you found out you had hidden feelings for Wanda.
You didn't think it was possible, but your world was falling apart even more and you have no clue as to what to do about it.
"That's good," Bruce stated, but that was it. The conversation ended there with silence filling the car once more, though a bit more awkward than it was before. You thought about asking him to drive faster but decided against it. You didn't feel like talking to him.
What felt like hours later - when, in reality, it was roughly five minutes - the van finally pulled up to the towering mansion, brightly lit up to indicate a party being held here. There seemed to be hundreds of people surrounding the staircase leading to the front, flashes from paparazzi cameras every now and again as if they know who they're taking pictures of with everybody wearing masks. Speaking of…
You slipped on your mask after putting the file away. It was a simple mask that just covered your eyes, attached to your head by a thin, elastic band, though it did match well with the aesthetic you're rocking with this dress. However, Wanda only managed to look more incredible with her black and purple swan mask, seeking out your help to tie the satin string around her head.
It made sense for Wanda to look more fabulous than you as she was playing a more important, bigger role. You weren't complaining about the complexity of her outfit. You were thanking the designer for making her look absolutely stunning.
You reached over to grab a couple of earpieces off of a table, handing one to Wanda as you shoved your own into your ear. You checked to make sure it was working by talking into it, Wanda shaking her head to confirm.
Bruce parked a decent distance away from the mansion so as to not draw any attention as you both loaded out of a van disguised as a bouquet business. "I'll park on the side to not seem suspicious," he told you before you closed the door. You tossed him a thumbs-up through the window as he drove away.
You and Wanda walked together down the sidewalk towards the ball, your heartbeat seeming to echo in your ears with every step you took. Were you nervous about the mission? It would be fair, the previous mission's failure was still fresh on your mind. Or were you nervous about the feelings for Wanda you're trying so hard to keep shoved down into the deepest depths of your mind? It was hard to tell, both were very good reasons to be nervous.
"You've been awfully quiet," Wanda pointed out softly, glancing at you with a small, concerned smile, though you kept your head straight, eyes forward. "Are you okay?"
You breathed out. You couldn't answer her question, so you had to resort to changing the subject. "I really hope we don't have to run in these heels."
She laughed half-heartedly, knowing you were avoiding her question because you weren't okay. And then she stopped walking, lightly tugging your elbow to get you to pause as well, causing all the people overly dressed in masquerade outfits behind you to go around. You huffed as you looked at her, seeing her eyes behind her mask.
"You know you can tell me anything," she assured you, "and I know you have a lot on your chest with everything that's happened, so let me take some of the burdens. What's on your mind, Y/N?"
"I went to my old apartment last night and got some of my clothes," you blurted out. This story was better than the other thing you could possibly tell her, which would be how you were surprisingly jealous about how she's dating Vision. This wouldn't have been a thought if you were still with Natasha.
"I saw the box," Wanda admitted, nodding. She knew Natasha was on a mission, so it wasn't a big deal that you went back to your apartment to grab some clothes.
"Natasha was there."
Okay, it's a big deal. "I thought she was on a mission."
"Me, too," you agreed. "That's why I went, figured I'd get some of it done, but turns out she took herself off the mission."
She stared at you, eyes soft yet hard at the same time and you didn't understand how that was possible. "Did she say anything?"
Your lips formed a thin line as you pinched them together, suddenly avoiding eye contact with her. She did say something, and she did a lot more than just saying something. If it wasn't for Wanda, you definitely would've taken it further. "She kissed me."
"And you pushed her away."
"And... I kissed her back."
You weren't looking at her to see her face fall at your confession, the sadness behind her mask would've been hard to see anyway if you didn't know what to look for, but you did knot what to look for. When your eyes met hers once again, the sadness was replaced with anger as she smacked your shoulder disapprovingly. "Are you dumb?" She started lecturing you in Sokovian and, you were right, it just sounds worse than just being called "dumb".
"But that's it," you stated, quickly interrupting her before she got into the few curse words you definitely knew in her language. "It's not like we slept together."
She smacked your shoulder again, not appreciating you trying to put a light spin on this situation. "Y/N."
You huffed. "It'll be the only time I fall for it, alright? I won't let her get to me."
She glared at you for a few more seconds before turning to continue the walk to the ball. You sighed, scratching the back of your head as you followed her.
"I'm in position," Bruce said through your earpiece, his voice making you grind your teeth. You'll never be able to look at him the same again.
"I made it inside," Wanda's voice was next. You and she got separated on the stairs entering the large home, but it was fine. The two of you would've been forced to separate eventually. And now you're able to breathe properly without her goddess-like presence around you. "Y/N?"
You sent a wide smile to the bodyguard eyeing you, not being able to respond to Wanda without making him even more suspicious. He looked down at the tablet with the guest list displayed once more, seemingly having trouble finding your name. You're pretty sure you gave him the correct name. If you didn't, then you’re definitely shit out of luck.
You cleared your throat. "Are you having troubles, sir?"
"You seem to not be on the list, ma'am," the man stated. "I can't let you in."
"I'm sure it's there," you countered. "Try looking again."
He sighed as he looked back down at the list, scrolling. It wouldn't be the worst thing if you were denied entry. However, you weren't going to just leave Wanda to do this on her own. You were going to have to think of something and quickly.
"Милый!" You looked up at Wanda as she made her way to you, her hands up wide as if she were seeing an old friend for the first time in forever. The bodyguard spotted her and immediately straightened his form. "How long has it been?" Her Russian accent was perfect. It was like she had spoken it for her entire life, having been raised in Russia. It would fool anybody who didn't know the real her.
You glanced at the bodyguard. "This would be a much more pleasant conversation inside, but they seem to be having trouble finding my name."
"Oh, I'm sure it's just a big misunderstanding, right?" She rested a gentle hand on the bodyguard's elbow and he seemed to be internally panicking at the contact. You really don't blame him. "Кукла, my old friend here hasn't seen me in years. We'd love to catch up over some drinks!"
The man looked back down at the guest list, scrolled once, then nodded. "Ah, there you are. My mistake. Please." He gestured for you to enter the building (you could've sworn you saw a familiar flash of red smoke swirl around his head, but you shook it off) and Wanda sent him a heartwarming smile before she moved to walk with you.
"Always saving your ass, Y/N," Wanda expressed, though it wasn't in her usual playful tone, as she guided you through the crowd.
"You wouldn't have needed to if someone put the name on the list," you retorted just as quietly, taking a not-so-subtle jab at Bruce.
You released a soft sigh as you stepped up to the bar, Wanda remaining right next to you. You had to fight the sudden urge to lean closer to her when her elbow rubbed against yours. Instead, you subtly moved an inch away from her as the masked bartender placed a couple of drinks in front of you.
You quickly caught the bartender's wrist before she could leave, making eye contact with her behind her mask. "Uh, we didn't order these."
"No," she agreed as you released her hand, picking it up to point to a couple of gentlemen further down the bar, "they did."
As she walked away, you and Wanda looked towards the men to see them send a wave your way. You sighed, turning your back to them. You opened your mouth to say something smart, but she beat you to it by saying, "I'm going to walk around, see if I can spot anything out of place." She pushed her drink towards you before walking away, but that didn't discourage the two men.
You turned to leave but froze when the men were directly behind you, getting stuck between them and the bar. It was easier for them to gang up on one person than be evenly matched. "My friend here is interested in what you got going on," one of them said, sending you a sly smile from underneath his mask. You wonder if he had this much confidence without the mask, but it didn't matter. Something about him made you want to punch him in the face, and it didn't help that he was cornering you.
"Sorry, boys, but I'm not interested in selling," you assured them gently. You stepped forward, attempting to squeeze through the small gap they left open, but they immediately pushed against each other to close the only opening you had to leave this situation. You stepped away from them, as far as the bar behind you would let you go, as you crossed your arms over your chest.
Your eyes searched the crowd behind them, trying to see if you could find Wanda within the sea of masks, but she didn't stick out as much as you thought she would with her purple and black. You didn't want to start a fight so early into the mission, but considering they kept inching closer to you with every syllable that poured out of their mouth, you figured you weren't going to have a choice very soon.
"There you are, darling!" The men turned at the new voice, your eyes snapping to the woman squeezing herself in between the men to get to you. You wanted to be confused, but the stranger was giving you a peaceful out of this situation and you were going to take it. "I couldn't find you with these God awful masks everybody's wearing! You could've been much more descriptive, sweetheart." She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as she leaned over, her lips brushing against your ear as she lowered her voice for only you to hear, "Seems like you could use some help."
She greeted the two men in front of you with a wide smile, though there was something about that smile that made the men lose their confidence instantly. They stammered over each other, apologizing briskly, and pushed each other as they escaped the woman's stare. Boys disguised as gentlemen. You'd think the people here would be a bit more respectful.
"Thanks," you expressed. You appreciated the help. If she hadn't butted in, you definitely would've resolved to violence, which would then result in you getting kicked out and Wanda being stranded on her own. So, in a way, you would say, "I definitely owe you one."
She sent you a dazzling smile as people in the middle of the ballroom floor started pairing up to dance. You knew which way this was going to go the second you saw her look out at the dancing couples. "I'd like to cash in that favor for a dance," she offered.
You looked out to the floor. It did give you a good vantage point to look around the room, though you really should focus on the mission at hand. You didn't know where Wanda had disappeared to, and your earpiece was eerily quiet. 
The woman could see the hesitation in your eyes when you looked back at her. "Just one dance," she promised. You huffed. There was no harm in dancing with the lady one time in return for her getting you out of a pickle.
"Okay, just one," you clarified and she sent you a smirk as she guided you to the floor.
You held onto her hand as she rested her free one around the back of your neck, leaving you no choice but to put yours on the small of her back. The two of you swayed to the music in (to you) tense silence, your eyes searching the crowd for Wanda and anything that seems odd.
"You seem like you're looking for someone." Your eyes found the woman's once more, a small smile peeking out from underneath her mask. 
"Not at all," you assured, returning her grin. "I just never really been to a masquerade ball before."
"Glad I get to be your first dance at one, then," she said. "Though you could've fooled me. You clearly know how to dress for one."
"Ah, this old thing?" You rolled your eyes playfully. "It was just collecting dust in the back of my closet. Figured I'd put it to use."
"You just so happen to have a mask perfectly matching your outfit in the back of your closet?" She chuckled lightly when you nodded your head.
"You'd be surprised by the things in my closet."
You were willing to bet that this woman was drop-dead gorgeous underneath the mask she was proudly wearing - not to mention holding enough authority to scare off two adult men with just a look - but you couldn't find it within yourself to be attracted to her. Normally, you'd be too flustered to hold a conversation with a woman like this, but you couldn't be bothered. She wasn't the woman on your mind at the moment. It was-
"Mind if I step in?" Wanda. Her Russian accent was heavy in the small sentence. It caught you off guard for a moment, you would’ve thought she was a totally different person if you hadn’t looked at her. She was definitely good at this accent thing.
You and the woman slightly separated when Wanda stepped up to you, a pursed smile plastered on her face at the woman. You nodded and the woman took a small step back, her hands going to her sides.
"For now," the woman said, sending you a wink before leaving the floor.
Wanda cleared her throat as she wrapped both of her hands behind your neck, leaving you to place your hands on her hips. Your stomach twisted as it suddenly got hot in the large room, having never really touched her so intimately like this before now. You couldn't grasp a coherent thought as she pulled you closer to her, your bodies mere centimeters away from being flush together. This was the kind of effect that woman would've had on you if you weren't busy getting lost in your thoughts.
"While you were dancing with desperate bimbos, I was actually doing what we are supposed to be doing," she said under her breath, her normal Sokovian accent returned once the woman was out of earshot. And her eyes locked onto something over your shoulder, seemingly refusing to not look at you.
"It was owed," you explained. You looked at her for a moment, noticing she's been avoiding eye contact since she interrupted the dance. "You're still mad about the Nat thing."
"I'm not mad," she stated, finally looking at you. "How can you even trust her?"
"I can't," you said, nodding. You knew Bruce was listening in on the conversation, but you really couldn't care less. "Which is why I need my best friend to not give me the cold shoulder and keep me in check." You sent her a smirk as you added, "She's the reason why I managed to find strength during the kiss. I just kept hearing her nagging me in the back of my mind with her little Sokovian accent and such."
She rolled her eyes, returning to looking at something behind you. "There's a door behind you that's constantly guarded," she continued, figuring it'd be a better idea to return focus on the mission. You wondered if she was still mad at you. "That's gotta be something, right? Why guard a door that doesn't lead to anywhere important?"
You casually spun her around with you so you were facing the door, looking over her shoulder to see, at the far end of the room, almost hidden out of view from where you stood, was a lonely door with one guard posted in front of it, a good distance away from the multiple buffet tables, a chocolate fountain resting in the middle of the assortment of tables.
Multiple scenarios could happen to get you through that door, but it had to be discreet. If anybody sees one of you snooping around, then your cover is blown, mission failed. And you will not fail another mission.
"The chocolate fountain," you whispered under your breath and she tilted her head with confusion. How has she not seen the huge fountain spewing chocolate sauce? You sighed, sliding one of your hands along to wrap around her waist and the other one running along her back, so distracted by the plan forming in your head that you didn't even bother just picking up your hand instead.
You weren't aware of the chills following your hand as you traced it up her body, not processing the gasp that almost came from her throat. It wasn't until your hand had rested on the base of her neck that she found herself able to breathe, biting back the shivers threatening to rat her out.
Stepping to the side, you gently lowered her, her hands instinctively grasping your shoulders as she dipped down. Automatically, she shifted her weight to the foot closest to you as the opposite leg went up, foot pointed in the air as her head went backward. Her hair flowed down as she looked towards the door, catching what you had mentioned.
You helped her back up, using all your strength in fear that you were going to accidentally drop her. Her body was soon completely flushed against yours, your masked nose brushing gently across hers as her breath fanned across her face. Lost in each other's eyes, you felt yourself leaning closer to her and, maybe you're just seeing things, but you were willing to bet your life that she was leaning towards you, too.
"Time's up." You and Wanda separated immediately at the voice, eyes wide as you looked to the side to see the woman from earlier. Your face flushed with red as you looked back at Wanda, watching her wipe her hands on her thighs nervously. The woman smiled at you gently, though you were no longer focused on her.
Wanda seemed hesitant to walk away, but she eventually did when the woman rested her hands on your shoulders. You had no choice but to put your hands on her waist. She seemingly wanted to mirror what you had going on with Wanda.
The next few minutes seemed to drag on, the woman trying to keep up a conversation with you only for you to answer with something that had no room for the discussion to continue. Yet, she kept trying, persistent. You thought you were being obvious, how could she not see that you were no longer into it?
The song was coming to an end, having promised her a new song since Wanda had interrupted the first dance, and you couldn't wait to get off the dance floor.
"Are you done dancing around yet?" Wanda questioned in your ear. Her voice was quiet but playful, telling you that she was no longer giving you the cold shoulder. You were relieved, not knowing what you would've done if she had stayed mad. 
"Time's ticking." Bruce. Honestly, you had completely forgotten that he was present. And that he had a view of everything you see thanks to the camera in the masks. You wondered if he saw the moment between you and Wanda until you remembered you don't care. "Now may be your only opportunity."
You stepped away from the woman and a frown pulled her lips down. "One more?"
"I am sorry, but there are some people that I have to converse with," you expressed. "Trust me, I would love to dance the night away with you, but these boring conversations will not start themselves." You placed a hand on her shoulder reassuringly before marching past her.
"I'll distract him," Wanda said and you looked up to see her at one of the buffet tables, her eyes glued to the chocolate fountain.
When you neared the targeted door, you sent her a nod and, with a wave of her hand, the chocolate started to spray everywhere, soaking the people trying to cover anything they could get their hands on in the sauce. All the screams at the sudden chocolate attack caught the guard's attention. He stepped away from the door, running over to a power outlet to unplug the fountain, and you took that time to quickly squeeze yourself through the door, Wanda close on your heels.
You and Wanda shared a look before you burst out laughing, covering your mouths to keep quiet. "I wish I could've seen the entire look on their faces," you stated.
"I'm pretty sure one of them was enjoying it," Wanda added, chuckling. 
"You're running out of time," Bruce said calmly.
As your laughter subsided, you looked around to see a red-carpeted hallway, walking down it with creepy Victorian era vibes.
And as you passed the multiple closed doors, you wouldn't be surprised if you found some kind of experiment on the other side. HYDRA is well known for their constant need to make new things, soldiers that'll do their bidding as they aim for world domination. According to Bruce, you didn't have time to look through every door, to save every person you could find from being the next thing on HYDRA's list. You would've if you could, but wasting most of the night dancing with a woman you didn't know took away that small window of opportunity.
You subtly glanced at Wanda as you walked alongside her, heat rising to your cheeks at the thought of kissing her. You have to deny your feelings, that you were just in the heat of the moment earlier, that she was not leaning forward, too. It felt like everything was happening too fast for you and you needed to take a step back, just breathe. 
Ironically, the air was taken from your lungs when you were suddenly pushed against the corner of a doorway, Wanda's body pressed against yours and her hand clamped over your mouth. She held the index finger of her free hand against her lips, her eyes staring into yours from underneath the masks and you were… calm.
You've never been good at expressing how you felt, your face always showed the truth behind your emotions. So when you're left in a small space with her body tight against yours, your face showed her everything she needed to know if she knew what to look for. And you were grateful she wasn't looking for it.
A couple of HYDRA agents marched by, completely oblivious to you and Wanda as they passed, talking amongst themselves. Even though they were long gone, you both still stood there, squished between her and the wall. You found yourself wanting to stay in this position, lost in her eyes just as much as she seemed to be lost in yours, but there was an incoherent mumbling in your eardrum that caused her to pull away.
Another moment ruined.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't noticed the oncoming HYDRA personnel, so you were thankful she was paying attention at least. You need to focus on the present and stop worrying about everything else. It may be the reason why you get killed. 
"You seemed really distracted there," Wanda pointed out, continuing your walk down the corridor. You kept your head forward when you felt her eyes on you, her lips pursed together as she thought about what to say next. "Always saving your ass, Y/N." She had a playful tone this time, a smile lifting her features and you couldn't prevent the small smirk tug against the corner of your lips.
"This door doesn't seem to be like the others." You gestured to one of the doors you were approaching when you turned a corner. Unlike the other doors, this one has a fingerprint scanner nestled into the wall beside it. "Could be nothing." You shrugged casually as Wanda lightly smacked your shoulder with the back of her hand.
"We're going to need a fingerprint," Wanda stated.
You looked up and down the hallway, pursing your lips together when the area was clear. Not a living soul in sight. "Bruce, think you can get into the security cams? See if there's anybody nearby we could use."
"I'm a science major, Y/N." You slightly flinched, his muffled moan behind a closed-door echoing in your head at the sound of his voice. Wanda noticed the flinch, sighing softly under her breath. "I only know what three of these buttons do."
"Well, thanks, doctor," you muttered. Guess the only thing he knows how to do outside of the science field is to fuck someone else's girlfriend. 
You didn't realize you said it out loud until Wanda covered her incoming laughter by coughing, your eyes slightly widening in surprise. You didn't want to bring it up anymore, especially in front of Bruce, but it came out of your mouth before you even processed it as a thought.
Bruce sighed heavily into your earpiece. "You said it was water under the bridge."
"Yeah, well, people say you're a good guy. Turns out, everybody lies." You looked at Wanda to see the small, humorous smirk resting on her lips. She quickly turned away to hide the fact that she was enjoying this. You rolled your eyes at her, clenching your jaw. Why were you saying these things now? It wasn't going to solve anything. And it certainly wasn't going to help your fingerprint situation.
"Y/N, we should all sit down and-"
"Oh, God, please just strike me down," you declared, looking up at the ceiling. Sure, he felt guilty now that he got caught, but what about before then? Were your feelings ever thought of as they rolled around under the blankets while you were working your ass off on missions for her? Definitely not.
"You should hear her out."
You scoffed, shaking your head. "I don't want to talk about this anymore," you stated, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked down. You were going to say something you'll really regret and, though deep down you knew he deserved it, you didn't want to say anything else about the situation.
"Y/N-"
"We need someone's fingerprint," Wanda announced, interrupting whatever he was about to say. You sent her a grateful look for the subject change. You were seconds away from taking the earpiece out of your ear and squashing it under your shoe like a lit cigarette. 
You went to thank her, but when her eyes caught something behind you, curiosity took over mannerism and you turned around. One of the HYDRA agents that passed you earlier was sprawled out on the floor a few feet in front of you, unconscious, and you didn't have a chance to question anything before a second figure walked around the corner.
"Well, fancy meeting you here." The woman sent you a pleasant grin from underneath her mask, the same woman who requested a dance for saving your ass from those men.
You watched, awestruck, as she grabbed the agent's leg to drag him towards you, but Wanda didn't hesitate to block her path.
"Who are you?" She didn't even bother with a Russian accent at this point, her cover is most definitely blown. Being in a guarded part of the mansion would most likely raise suspicion. Which is why you didn't step in between Wanda and the woman despite the tension between the two for whatever reason; you wanted to know who the lady was, too. 
The woman grinned, dropping the leg to the floor. She swiftly removed her mask from her face and, you were right, the woman was drop-dead gorgeous, but you still couldn't be attracted to her. "Candace. And I'm sure you and I have the same goal."
"And what goal is that?" Wanda questioned.
Candace rolled her eyes, her mask falling to the floor without a care for it anymore. She crossed her arms over her chest as she said, "To stop HYDRA from deploying the biological agent on the highly important party guests."
Wanda leaned towards you and your breath caught in your throat when her arm rubbed against yours, skin on skin, as she whispered into your ear, "Should we trust her?"
"I mean, she brought us a fingerprint," you returned just as quietly. "It'd be kind of rude to turn her away."
"It's two on one anyway," Bruce said.
You rolled your eyes. "Stick to your science, Banner."
"You do realize that we're just wasting time right now," Candace stated. "I'll let you two talk it out, but if you could move over so I can open the door, it'd be greatly appreciated." She picked up the unconscious agent's leg once more, dragging him to the door directly behind you.
There was something about this woman that didn't sit well with you, but there was nothing you could do about it. You hate to admit it, but Bruce has a good point. If Candace decides to be against you, it'd be two against one. There was no way she'd be able to get away, especially since one of you has a superpower. 
You motioned for Wanda to move, sending her a look when she was about to argue with you. With a sigh, she stepped out of the way and let Candace use the agent's fingerprint to open the door, dropping him to the ground when the keypad beeps approvingly.
You followed Candace through the door once she opened it, Wanda close on your heels. You entered a decked-out science lab, equipment laid throughout the room, but you weren't interested in anything but the line of medicine cabinets located along the back wall. The three of you immediately started searching through them, flashing the labels of the vials to your mask cam only to receive a quick "no" from Bruce.
Wanda was a few cabinets down on one of your sides while Candace was located at the cabinet directly next to you on the other side. You were soon beginning to feel the pressure against you, time feeling as if it were running out. You moved quicker, flicking through vial after vial, sample after sample, trying to find the right one until Bruce finally gave you a solid "yes" on a practically empty vial.
"Let's get out of here," you expressed, relieved, as you closed the cabinet door with a magnetic click. 
"Great job, Y/N," Candace stated, smiling widely. "I'll take it off your hands." When she reached for it, you quickly jerked it away from her. You could feel Wanda directly behind you, moving to stand slightly in front of you protectively.
"I didn't tell you my name," you declared, removing your mask from your face. At this point, maintaining your cover was no longer important, she knew your name so she knew your face. But how did she know who you were? You didn't take the mask off all evening, you didn't even have much of a conversation with the woman. 
Wanda took her mask off as well, both of you ignoring Bruce's objection as he was now blind to the situation. You held the vial carefully yet tightly in your hand, holding it behind your back and away from her. Not that it mattered, she has to go through Wanda to get to you anyway.
"Oh, so it's Wanda that you brought with you," she stated, crossing her arms over her chest, a condescending smirk resting on her face. "I just couldn't figure it out." She sighed thoughtfully, proud of herself as she said, "I figured SHIELD would send a couple of agents our way." She turned to look at you. "I made you the second you tried to get past the front doors." 
"You're making a very big mistake," Wanda declared, her arm extending outward to block you. "Let us leave."
Candace hummed as if she was genuinely thinking about it, but the grin on her face has yet to waver. She was mocking you, putting you in a situation she knew she would get out of. She had the upper hand here otherwise she wouldn't have started this. "Counteroffer, give me the vial."
Wanda clenched her fists by her sides as you took a small step back. You couldn't risk the bacterial agent getting into her hands. You knew there was nothing to worry about, it being two on one and everything, but you just couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong.
And your feeling was proven right within seconds of thinking it when HYDRA agents flooded the room. Now it was two on eight, though you had Wanda on your team, making the odds more favorable to you. You had guns raised on you with nowhere to go, so you had to rely on Wanda to get you out of this sticky situation like always.
"Now, let's renegotiate," Candace offered, shrugging casually. "Give me the vial and you'll both die painlessly."
You felt yourself breathe when you saw the familiar red smoke radiating from Wanda's hands, her fingers fluttering as she prepared to strike, but froze when Candace tutted, holding up a cell phone facing you.
"I wouldn't try to be a hero here, ladies," Candace warned. On the phone seemed to be live bodycam footage of the ball happening in the other part of the mansion, indicating that they wouldn't hesitate to get bloody if they couldn't get their way with the biological weapon. Fear pressed against your chest when you watched the red smoke become non-existent, knowing that there was nothing left to do until every HYDRA personnel was eliminated. "There are some men set up to shoot if you don’t give me what I want. Now… vial." Candace held her hand out, gesturing to come forward by curling her fingers. 
You glanced towards the other agents, their guns unwavering as they remained pointed at you. You had to think and it had to be quick. You could either hand over the vial and let all those people die, or you could deny her request and let all those people die. Either way, you were going to fail this mission. You looked at Wanda, making eye contact with her and the two of you seemed to have a silent agreement.
Neither of you was going down without a fight. And HYDRA was not getting this vial.
You stepped forward, preparing to drop the vial into Candace’s open palm, but the second you drove your fist into her jaw, Wanda unleashed her powers on the remaining agents. And while she was dealing with the firing squad, you put all your focus on fighting Candace without compromising the vial in your hand, blocking her punches and kicks to the best of your ability. But she had managed to get a good kick into your jaw, caught off guard by her agility as you spun to the ground. The vial rolled out of your hand harmlessly across the floor, Candace scrambling to scoop it up, but the second you heard the crunching of glass underneath her palm was the moment you felt your heart stop beating.
You were suddenly surrounded by red smoke, being sent flying out of the room with Wanda not too far behind you. She placed you gently onto the carpeted floor in the hallway as she quickly closed the lab door behind her, blasting the keypad with her powers to keep the door locked.
“Are you okay?” She helped you to your feet gently, her hands going to your face as your heart seemed to remember how to beat, your cheeks heating up underneath her touch as she searched your eyes for any sign of pain.
“I’m fine,” you assured her, instinctively swatting her away so you could maintain some confidence. “Are you?”
She nodded as an answer before the two of you started running down the hall, retracing the path to the ballroom and you had to stop for a brief moment to kick your heels off your feet, mumbling about how you just knew you were going to end up running in these torture devices.
By the time you reached the ballroom, you and Wanda froze behind the chocolate fountain, looking out at the scene before you. You felt sick to your stomach, the dead bodies of some innocent people laying out on the floor, though not nearly as much as you thought there’d be. Not to mention it looks like a wrecking ball played a huge part against the building.
Police scoured the grounds, marking bodies and objects as evidence, while Bruce appeared next to you. “I called in the cops as soon as you two took off your masks,” he explained. “I… tried to stop as much as I could, but he wasn’t fast enough.” He as in the Hulk he. You knew Bruce didn’t like using the Hulk unless he absolutely needed to for fear of hurting innocents, but he knew he didn’t have much of a choice. He heard the conversation with Candace, knowing the choices you had. And as much as you wanted to hate him for personal reasons, you had to appreciate him stepping up. There would’ve been a lot more deaths if he wasn’t here.
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After suffering through quarantine to make sure you absolutely did not get in contact with the biological agent, you walked through the front door of Wanda’s home the next night, releasing a heavy sigh of exhaustion. She had beat you home, but since she was nowhere to be seen, you had figured she had already gone to bed.
The mission wasn’t a complete failure, but it wasn’t a complete success either. Out of the 194 people that attended, twenty people were killed. Twenty people were lost at the hands of HYDRA and you couldn’t point blame at anybody else but you, having ignored the bad feelings you got when faced with Candace. And here you were again, replaying the moments in your head that you could do differently, to get different results. How life loves to come full circle.
You had tried to get some sleep, but laying on the couch in the middle of the dark, the only thing you could see when you closed your eyes was all those lifeless people on the ground. And the worst part about it was that you couldn’t crawl into Natasha’s arms in your bed. You couldn’t stop the tears falling down your cheeks, your eyes squeezing closed in an attempt to fall asleep once more.
You got off the couch when you knew it was no use, making your way to the bathroom but halting outside of Wanda’s bedroom door when you heard a noise from the other side. Your eyebrows furrowed as you placed your ear against the wood, holding your breath to get a better reading on whatever was happening in the room. It was nothing but silence. You were exhausted, not using that time in quarantine to sleep for fear of the nightmares, and the lack of sleep could make you think you were hearing things. You barely had your head pulled away from the door when you heard the noise once more, and it was beyond doubt a soft sob.
You opened the door quietly, the sobs coming to a halt, though she did sniffle a few times. She said nothing as you entered her bedroom, the door closing softly behind you as you made your way to the bed. You knew why she was crying, it was the same reason why you were silently crying on the couch, and you also knew just the thing the both of you needed. Comfort from another human being.
She didn’t object to you crawling underneath the blankets behind her, pinning your body close to hers as wrapping your arms around her. Your heart drummed in your chest as you pulled her into you, letting her cry harder now that you were comforting her. Your chin rested on the top of her head gently as she tugged you closer against her, if that were even possible. Feeling so close to her, having your arms wrapped around her securely, there wasn’t anywhere else you’d rather be than right here. A new safe spot, somewhere you’d go to get away from it all. And it wasn’t until now that you realized that it wasn’t the room that made you feel safe, but the person. Because Natasha has broken your trust, you couldn’t feel safe around her, but Wanda… she always makes you feel safe.
If you had any doubt before, you don’t anymore. Your feelings for Wanda were valid, but there was nothing you could do about it now that she was seeing Vision.
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thatoneaspie · 2 hours ago
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Everything about the scene in Age of Ultron where Vision is “born” changes when you see Wanda say “wait no we don’t know what’s in there you can’t do that!” and then watch her face when Vision comes out of the Cradle and imagine her thinking “oh wait hold up he’s hot as fuck”
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noianholloway · 2 hours ago
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made some wanda maximoff/scarlet witch manips with alba flores and i'm happy with how they turned out
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xfknhopex · 2 hours ago
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♥ Kathryn Hahn x Elizabeth Olsen: witchy gift ♥
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the gif doesn't belong to me.
summary: Kathryn gives Elizabeth a parting gift after the last WandaVision shoot. Inspired by Lizzie's interview for Glamour: “It was this beautiful, weird little box of treasures.”
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It was the last day on the set of WandaVision for Kathryn Hahn, who received her well-deserved applause and praise from the entire crew. She had done an impeccable job bringing Agatha Harkness/Agnes to life and had undoubtedly earned the respect and affection of everyone. Nobody had the slightest doubt that the character would make an impact in the MCU universe, and that the fans would go crazy; she would be like a new Loki but in a female version, and who doesn't love Loki.
She was keeping some stuff in her purse, when her dressing roommate walked through the door.
"Hiya, Kat!" Lizzie Olsen greeted with a big smile, causing the other woman to giggle slightly.
"Hiya, honey!" She said back, with the same enthusiasm and smile, giving the young woman her undivided attention.
Both actresses merged into a tight and warm embrace, the kind that two people who have known each other for a lifetime share. That was the rare and special thing between them, the beautiful bond that blossomed in such a short amount of time and effortlessly.
"I have something for you." Lizzie commented when the display of affection gently broke after several seconds. She stopped hiding her right hand behind her back to reveal a small purple velvet bag that hid something rectangular inside. "I don't know if you're gonna like it, though."
"Oh, Lizz, are you serious?!" Kathryn said with a mixture of emotion and surprise, because she was not expecting it. Once she felt the softness of the velvet in her hands, she didn't take long to carefully remove the box, also purple, that remained inside. "Oh my gosh, what is it?"
Lizzie smiled as her green eyes studied the woman in front of her, who never expected to get answers to her questions. It was like she was talking to herself out loud, because she was already opening the lid of the box. Hahn's blue eyes were lost in the delicacy of the chain that had been revealed; it was a gold one and contained a radiant little red ruby ​​pendant.
"So you don't forget your Scarlet Witch." Lizzie whispered, ending her sentence with a smirk.
"How could I?" Kathry's gaze reconnected with hers, and a small rush of nerves and tickles traveled over the redhead's body, whose smile grew. "I don't like it, I love it! It's precious, beautiful, as much as you! Thank you so much!"
"You're very welcome!" Lizz added sweetly, giggling as the other woman pulled her into another hug, just as warm and tight as the previous one.
"Oh, I have something for you too!"
Remembering that detail, Kathryn placed her new gift on the dresser table as delicately as possible, an action that wasn't overlooked by the other actress, and hurried to remove a square black box from her purse, which traveled straight into Lizzie's hands. Her green eyes gave off a mesmerizing glow that Hahn found quite cute. Okay, truly cute.
"Can I open it?" She asked like a child, eager for an affirmative answer, which she quickly got.
"Of course, toots!"
Some blush painted Olsen's cheeks lightly. She had definitely gotten used to the pet names and loving nicknames the other woman has for her almost all the time, which became quite common even outside of the series' shots. Before melancholy could overwhelm her, she simply opened the box.
"Oh my Goddness..."
Lizzie now understood why the box was kinda heavy and it was certainly worth it because its contents were so mesmerizingly beautiful; small crystals and magical stones, which she contemplated with delight. She couldn't help but grab a blue one, which Kathryn immediately gave her information about.
"That's a Lapus Lazuli, it protects a friendship from all negative aspects and encourages trust and honesty." The redhead stared at the crystal she was holding and smiled. She then selected another crystal and asked its meaning as well. Surprisingly, the blue-eyed woman knew it too. "A Labradorite, it protects you from fear."
Olsen was obsessed with her new gift, as well as happy and grateful. She even felt a bit touched with the next words her colleague and friend added:
"I like all these kinds of stuff, crystals and stones, because I do believe they have magical properties, and hey, we're witches," Kathryn joked, making the redhead smile with warm complicity. "No, but really, I believe they protect us and help heal in a way, because of their energy, and, you know, I like to think they will take care of you in my absence. And know that I value our friendship tremendously and I'll always be there for you, Lizzie. This job gave me the best experiences, fun moments, I learned a lot, and I met wonderful people, and you're one of them- My favorite, in fact."
"Hey, don't say goodbye to me like we'll never see each other again!" The redhead protested a bit, leaving the box also on the dressing table so she could wipe the tears that began to escape her eyes. "You won't get rid of me so easily, Hahn. Come here."
This third hug was still just as special as the first two, only it was much longer lasting, as if neither of them really wanted to have to break it at some point. Despite the small sadness both felt for not knowing how long they would be without seeing each other again, happiness completely overshadowed that feeling; Kathryn and Lizzie were happy because fate united their lives in the most precious way and their friendship was the most beautiful gift of all. And they felt freaking lucky and grateful for that.
"I love you, Hahn."
"I love you more, Olsen. And I know that I'm also your favorite."
Lizzie chuckled; Kathryn already knew her so well.
"Yeah, but don't tell Paul."
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rosieshipper · 3 hours ago
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A visit
Summary: Rose pays her father Tony a visit
“Are you sure you wanna do this, Rose?” Wanda asked as she looked over at her wife in the passenger seat. Rose clutched the bouquet of flowers close to her chest as she let out a shaky breath before nodding. “It’s been a while since I last visited him. So much has happened and I think he deserves to know about it.” She explained as she looked over at Wanda. Her wife nodded in understanding as she gently took Rose’s hand into her own. “I’m here for you, Detka. I know him and I weren’t that close but, I’m here to support you.” She whispered before leaning over and kissing her cheek. “Thank you dear.” Rose whispered back as Wanda turned back to the steering wheel. With a quiet sigh, Wanda turned the wheel and drove through the large cemetery gate
They turned a few corners before eventually coming up on the plot of land that they were looking for. It was almost unmissable by the amount of flowers and drawings and other gifts that covered the headstone. Rose let out a shaky breath when she saw the grave. She thought she was ready for this, but now she was second guessing herself. Wanda noticed her apprehension and gently took her hand to get her attention. “You can do this, Rose. You’ve done it before and you can do it again. I’ll be right here if you need me.” She whispered softly to her, lifting her hand and kissing the back of it. Rose nodded slowly before unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the door. Taking a breath, she stepped out of the car with the bouquet of flowers in hand
Rose walked out onto the grass towards the large headstone that sat in front of her. Flowers, drawings, all kinds of gifts littered the headstone and the ground around it. Of course there would be gifts and flowers there, people visited this grave nearly everyday. The world lost one of their best heroes and everyone was grieving. But Rose lost someone more than just a hero. She lost her father. Kneeling down in front of the grave, Rose picked up some of the old and wilted flowers, placing them in a small beside her. As she organized the gifts, the drawings, and everything else that his fans left him, she saw his name on the stone. “Anthony Edward Stark. A loving husband and father. A hero to all”
Rose felt herself beginning to tear up but she swallowed her tears, she wasn’t ready to cry. Not yet at least. With a shaky hand, she took the flowers that she brought and laid them gently at the bottom of the headstone. She then sighed softly before taking a seat in front of the headstone. She took a breath before beginning to talk. “Hey dad. It’s been a while, I know. A lot has happened and I haven’t gotten the chance to visit you in a while, but I’m here now so that’s all that matters.” She started off, her voice soft as she looked down at the headstone
“Wanda is here too. She’s waiting back by the car for me. And speaking of her, I wanted to tell you that we finally got married. I knew you always said she was the right one for me and you were right. She is. Mom walked me down the aisle, we were both crying and she told me about how proud you would be of me.” At this point, tears began to roll down Rose’s cheeks as she recalled the day of her wedding day. She had so wished that her father would have been there to walk her down the aisle like she had always hoped, but fate had different plans for the both of them
“And something even bigger happened after that. Dad, you’re a grandpa. I know I should have told you sooner but raising twin boys isn’t exactly easy.” Rose said with a small chuckle, more tears spilling out of her eyes. “That’s right, twins. Me and Wanda thought that we were only having one baby but we had a surprise. We were constantly bickering over whether to choose the name Tommy or Billy. But wouldn’t you know it, we had two boys. So that’s what we named them, little Tommy and Billy. They’re back at home, mom is babysitting them for me and Wanda while we’re here.” Rose explained before falling quiet
She bit her lip to try and stop herself from full blown sobbing. Each time that she visited Tony’s grave was always harder than the last. She tried her hardest to stop herself from breaking down, but it was too much. Sobs began to wrack Rose’s body as she hunched over herself. “I-I miss you so m-much Papa.” She choked out through her sobs. Meanwhile, Wanda noticed her beginning to break down and quickly rushed up to her, kneeling down by her side and hugging her close, allowing her to cry into her chest
“I m-miss him, Wanda.” Rose hiccuped as she reached up to try and rub away her tears. “I know you do, Detka. I know.” Wanda whispered as she rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. After a few more minutes, Rose’s crying eventually died down to soft whimpers as Wanda helped her to her feet. She knew it was almost time to go home. With a shaky sigh, Rose turned back to the headstone. “I have to go now, Dad. But I promise that I’ll visit again soon. I love you.” Rose said shakily before turning and walking away with Wanda
As the two of them got back into their car, Rose looked out her window towards the headstone one last time. When she did, she swore that for a split second, she could see the outline of a person standing just behind the headstone before it eventually disappeared. For some reason, Rose felt comforted at the sight of the figure. She knew that it was Tony, and she knew that he had heard everything. So with a soft tearful smile, she watch the headstone disappear as they drove off and out of the cemetery
Tags: @astralshipper @aricka-and-her-fictional-others @capitaine-amour @magicalbunbun @journalofdeath
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Erik: And Peter here, there's no records on him, which is-
Peter:
Erik: Is he asleep?
Wanda: He bores easily
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You Need to Rest, Darling
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Pairing: Agatha Harkness x fem! reader
Summary: When you need to sleep and stop overworking yourself, Agatha is there to coax you to bed but what happens when she isn’t.
This fic includes: fluff in the beginning, we move on to angst, and then bittersweet ending cuz i didn’t know how to end it on a super sad note but also it’s kinda sad cuz eventually y/n is gonna realize there’s nothing she can do until Wanda comes back, speaking of Wanda there’s a bit of Wanda negativity.
a/n: I really really like this! it’s probably out of all the works you’ve seen my absolute favorite! i feel like there’s a few thing i could have writen better but i’m tired so enjoyyy!! ps. i headcanon that literally only people Scratchy want to hear him can hear him so uh interpret what u think he’s saying as you’d like!
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it was late that night around four, the moon was full and you and Agatha had been studying since morning and you were honestly kinda tired so you decided you’d go downstairs and see what Agatha was up to.
Marking the pages of the books you were studying you had them all fly back to their spots in your library and just tidied your space up like you always did...most of the time...ok whenever you felt like it but you couldn't blame yourself, you’d usually fall asleep before you could even think about cleaning.
You’d made the space look as good as you could with your current state and with the flick of your hand the lights were out and you were down the stairs.
the house part of your home was dimly lit and it felt calm something you hadn’t felt in a while
“Someone’s up late,” you heard from the kitchen.
rolling your eyes you made your way to the to the source of the mesmerizing voice to see Agatha leaning against the countertop, a cup of tea floating beside her, whatever book she was reading had been placed aside and she was now staring at you, with the dim light it was harder to see the bags under her eyes but they were there…they’ve been there for a long time.
“you really should go to bed, hun, rest is important.” the witch said, pulling away to look at you, caressing your cheek with her slender and beautiful hands. (you didn’t mention how that was a bit hypocritical coming from her but it was not to ruin the moment.)
“I know, I just- i’ve got a lot of work to do and-“ before you could finish, Agatha had pressed her lips against yours. You’ve always thought her kisses were more powerful than any magic you’ve ever known or will now.
Once the two of you parted,“just shut up and go to sleep.” she said smacking your butt and pushing you off towards your shared bedroom.
“fine but you have to come to bed with me,”
looking at you with nothing but love in her eyes “of course, darling.”
and to bed you went, a feeling nothing but peace and love while your wife lay in your arms
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Of course that was months ago.
You’re sitting in the library, you’re hair a mess. It’s been…2 weeks since it happened, since you ‘she’ came,
…since you lost her.
Of course physically Agatha it felt like was with you but you might as well have lost her now it’s just, Agnes.
You were there, you saw her loose, beat by her own witty lesson. It pained you to see it happen, you saw how Wanda smiled looking at what she’d done…as if it was good for everyone.
You were lucky you were still wives in whatever plot she’d placed Agatha in but it wasn’t the same. It lacked the passion, the butterflies, the magic.
Over this time you’d tried as many spells as you could find in the books Wanda had taken the darkhold so you couldn’t go to that.
You’ve been staring off into space for who knows how long, only breaking from trance when you felt a wet nose on your ankle.
Scratchy.
He’s been with you through it all, he’s also taking this whole thing pretty rough, sure he’s in his rabbit form but he has feelings and has only left Agatha…or Agnes’ side to check on you.
“Hi there.” you greeted, god your voice was hoarse.
“How ya doin’ you little bastard?”
“yeah…me too,” giving him a kiss between the ears and placing him on the table, “ok well i’m gonna get back to reading, if you want to you can…you can go back to her.” You suggested, forcing a smile.
Scratchy said nothing this time, just resting against your arm.
you started dozing off, you checked the time on your watch and realized that it was around four am, you’ve been up for 30 hours but at this point you could have cared less. Time hasn't meant much to you these days. Hell you were 349! Time hasn’t meant anything to you since you stopped aging! All you knew was what time Aga- Agnes woke up and went to bed and when you could go down and put all of yourself into finding a way to get her back.
You just needed to find a way to bring her back. That’s all that mattered.
“I don’t need sleep, Señor.” you said bluntly, trying to focus back on the book you’re reading.
“NO I DON’T!” You snapped, slamming your fist on the table and standing up.
“THE ONLY THING I NEED TO DO IS FIND A WAY TO BRING HER BACK!” Your sobbed, your hands were shaking and all these feelings you had been holding back had come bubbling back up.
Instantly you were filled with regret, you didn’t mean to yell at him, he’s like- no he ‘is’ your son and you didn’t want to make him even more upset than he already was because if you know one thing for sure it’s to never get into an argument with a demon.
sitting back down you closed your books and had them fly back on the shelves they belonged to.
“I’m sorry.” You said not moving from your seat.
Scratchy, said nothing just faced away from you.
“i’m really really sorry, Bud, I know you hate being yelled at when you’re like this, I just- i’ve been holding everything in and I…I let some of it slip out and on to you.” Remote and exhaustion could clearly be heard in your voice
His ears started to perk but nothing more.
“She kept me sane and I did the same for her, I guess without her here i’m just losing it.” You placed your head in your hands rubbing your eyes to try and clear some of the sleepiness away, when you opened them you didn’t see Scratchy in the corner and instead felt his little wet nose against your elbow.
“Fine i’ll go to bed mister Itchy” you said, picking him up and placing another kiss in between his ears.
You used your magic to make the candles go out and make your way downstairs to go to bed.
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You’d placed, Señor Scratchy, down to roam as he pleases. He deserves a night to just roam around the house and let his legs move.
You were on your way to the stairs and as you passed the kitchen you heard her.
“Hi.”
This felt like deja vu.
“Hi.” you responded, making your way to see her.
The moon was full and it illuminated her beautiful blue eyes.
Her eyes.
If you had to describe them without using color you’d say that they told a story and were like the sky during the day, not a cloud in sight almost as if you could drown in them like a pool. The bags under them seemed worse but also better in a way as if being Agnes had finally fixed the woman’s sleep schedule. Every time you’d look at her you’d seen how hurt she looked; the forced smile, the way they glistened showing the pain Wanda was putting her through, you wanted nothing more than to take that pain away. She’s been through so much already…she didn’t deserve to go through more.
But it’s as if when she looked at you, it all seemed to fade for just a moment, as if Agatha was there with you for even just a moment.
“You know some say it’s rude to stare, Dear.” Agnes said, bringing you out of your own head. You hadn’t even realized you were staring until she said something
“Well with a sight like you it’s hard not to.” You giggled pulling her in for a kiss. But this one…this one had it’s magic. You could feel Agatha coming through but you could also feel her being stopped as if a field had been put between the two of you.
But in that quick moment.
You felt as though, just for a second everything was right in the world.
You pulled away and looked into those telling eyes, and what they told you was to take time to rest, she’d be here when you woke up.
That’s all you really needed to do.
Rest.
And so you will.
“Let’s go to bed, love” you said pulling her close as if to get just one last feeling of Agatha.
“Of course Darling.”
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Thankfully it looks like the Tigra thing is a short lived problem... but the real big thing here is how incredibly powerful this is of Wanda. While I know eventually the levels of her power will get to, right now she is just “lady who Hexes things and maybe throws a spell or two” so to see her just demolish an entire building with her powers is a might big step up on the power scale...
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