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Not allowed to touch
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Your stubbornness sometimes makes you say things without thinking, but your girlfriend is willing to make you follow suit with your own words.
Word count: 1.202
Warnings: smut (+18 only!)
A/N: This is short and probably not good, but I just had the idea and kind of wanted to write it down. And in case you are wondering, yes I have issues. Good reading!
Your friends have a strange habit of oversharing.
Not that you minded, really. But sometimes it led to moments like this, and you don’t know whether you're laughing because it’s funny or because it’s absurd.
Training has just ended and you, Wanda, Nat and Carol are in a small circle talking about the Captain's sexual woes.
Apparently on her last date with Maria, Carol made a comment about one of the waitresses that didn't please Maria the slightest bit and now she was getting the ‘no sex’ treatment.
"It sucks to be you, my friend." Nat says with a pitying grimace, but she laughs amused at the situation. You snort and shake your head slightly, attracting the attention of the other women around you.
"I don't know, guys, I don't understand why this is such a big deal." You say shrugging and Nat and Carol exchange glances disagreeing with your statement. You don't notice, but Wanda raises her eyebrows slightly.
"What do you mean it's not a big deal?" Carol asks as if you have said the most absurd thing in the world and you giggle. "Come on, Carol, can't you go a day without touching your wife?"
You tease and Carol crosses her arms, an incredulous smile on her face. "Oh and can you?" She retorts and you shrug. "Of course."
"Oh really?" Wanda speaks from your side and as soon as you look at her your mouth goes dry. She watches you with raised eyebrows and a slight tilt of her head. You swallow hard, but you can't give up now or Carol will tease you forever and you can't lose this argument.
"Of course I can." You answer, but you don't sound as convincing as you wanted to. Wanda nods slowly with a thoughtful expression and Nat and Carol watch the whole interaction with amused smiles on their faces.
"All right then." Wanda finally speaks again. She says goodbye to the other two and before she leaves she gives you a light kiss on the cheek, which only makes you even more worried.
You watch the redhead leave, swallowing hard, and only turn your attention to the two around you again when you hear Carol's amused giggle next to you.
"You, my friend, are fucked." She taunts and you take a deep breath, knowing she is right.
You’ve been walking on eggshells for the whole day.
Whenever Wanda entered the same room you were in, you kept completely silent and avoided speaking anything that might worsen your situation with the witch.
You offered to help her with the simplest things possible, like opening doors, carrying things, or opening pots for her.
But she seemed fine, grateful, and even more affectionate than usual. Then you relaxed, and mentally cursed Carol for making you worry for nothing.
But little did you know what was coming for you.
You’re lying in bed already in your pyjamas and rereading the past mission reports as you wait for Wanda to come out of the bathroom and come lie down with you.
When Wanda enters the room you rest your reports on the nightstand and smile as you see the redhead wearing only an extra-large t-shirt.
You're about to say she looks lovely but she walks over to you and sits on your lap, holding your face firmly and connecting your lips in an intense, passionate kiss.
Your brain short circuits for a moment, but you match the kiss just as intensely and sigh deeply when you feel her wet intimacy against your thigh and realize she's wearing just the t-shirt.
You move your hands to her ass, but Wanda makes a disapproving noise, taking your hands away from her. You look at her, frowning confused, but she looks at you firmly. "You're not touching me tonight."
You laugh softly, moving your hands back to where they were before and kiss Wanda again. "I said no." She says, her voice firm and serious, and you feel your hands being thrown over your head. You look up and you see a red energy binding your hands to the headboard like handcuffs.
"What the hell, Wanda!" You complain slightly irritated and confused. Wanda holds your chin and makes you look at her. Her expression is impassive with that slight tilt of her head that is so characteristic of her. "What's the matter, my love?" she asks with a not at all amused smile on her face and the tone of her voice makes you swallow dryly.
"You're the one who said you could go without touching me." She says, bringing her face closer to yours and you can feel her breath against your mouth, which only makes your situation worse. Wanda knows very well the effect she has on you and the sick smile on her face widens. "You’re only watching tonight."
And without further explanation, she starts rubbing herself against your thigh with low moans and your whole body tenses up. You try to free your hands from Wanda's energy but the grip only seems to increase. Meanwhile, the redhead holds your shoulders tightly, her moans getting louder and only further increasing your irritation.
Having Wanda riding your thigh like this is inebriating and makes your whole body warm. But she moans and her face contorts with pleasure, making your blood boil more and more with anger.
As if the torture wasn't enough, the redhead removes her shirt, being completely naked over you. You sigh in irritation, your intimacy throbbing and your head spinning with indignation. Wanda brings her hands to her own breasts, squeezing them. The redhead moans even more, and you clench your jaw. That's enough.
You move your torso forward to kiss her, but Wanda is faster than you. With a single motion of her hands, the redhead pushes you back with a wave of red energy that crashes into your chest and sends you slamming your back against the headboard with a grunt.
The more Wanda rubs against your thigh and the louder she moans, the faster your breathing gets and the greater your anger becomes. She opens her eyes to stare at you, basking in your despair, and you see her eyes glowing red. She is close. She is close, and it’s not because of you.
With your blood boiling with rage, you lean forward once more. "Don't." Wanda says firmly between moans and you’re pushed back once more, this time the energy wrapping itself around your neck like a collar, pinning you to the headboard.
Another grunt of frustration escapes your mouth, but it’s muffled by Wanda's increasingly loud moans. With one last loud, open-mouthed moan, the redhead comes undone over you. The red energy around your wrists and neck tighten for a brief moment before shattering.
Once you’re free of Wanda's magic, you wrap your arms around her in one swift motion and throw her against the mattress, putting yourself over her. With the sudden movement, a low moan of surprise escapes Wanda's lips.
"That was not nice." You say and she flashes you a victorious smile that only makes your anger boil over even more. But soon her expression changes, her eyebrows raised in defiance.
"Punish me then."
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mob bosses wandabucky and reader !!!!!! UGH THE POWER ✋😩 like imagine r is just a shy college kid and this sleek lambo pulls up and these two walk out and fuss over her
“Hey, sweetheart! What would it take to get you to go home with me?”
You whipped around, fully ready to curse out some middle-aged man for thinking this was an appropriate way of flirting. But you stopped in your tracks when you realize it’s Bucky leaning out the passenger window of Wanda’s lambo. You sucked in your cheeks. Of course it was him.
“You really think that’s the way to get my attention, Barnes?” You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest.
Wanda leaned against the steering wheel so you could see her better. “I told him not to do it. He just got excited to actually see you so early in the morning, you know it makes his day.”
Bucky nodded, and you couldn’t help but let the smile spread across your face. They were both saps, but Bucky was worse at hiding it then Wanda was. She wasn’t as vocal about her affection; she usually opted to shower you with luxury gifts that you insisted you did not need to prove her love.
“Can we drive you to school? Please?” Bucky stuck his lower lip out in a pout. “Pretty please?”
You ignored his pleas and looked past him to Wanda. “How many pretty pleases do you think I could get out of him before I agree?”
“At least fifty,” she teased. “But we don’t want to hold up traffic. So, you want a ride?”
“Is there even room?”
“You can ride on Bucky’s lap.” She smirked. She knew exactly what she was doing.
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Wanda Maximoff Masterlist
Sign Language (coming soon)
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𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭
So I'm in this groupchat with wonderfull people and I also wanted to make my own cuz idk so if you like oh and please be at least over 15 thank you!
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Stephen: Okay, we need to light five black candles at midnight in a salt circle with black crystals and say this incantation and maybe the spirit will leave.
Wanda, banging pots and pans: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU UNDEAD MOTHERFUCKER!
Y/N: Two types of sorcerer's.
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The Scarlet Hassassin - V
Warnings: mention of death; Villain!Wanda; Villain!Pietro; Considerable sensitive subjects; agnst.
A/N: This chapter is a bit big, to open an arc. Everything from this chapter on will make more sense to you. I hope you enjoy it.
IV ⥷ VI
It all happened so fast, you followed Connor's signals, but something went wrong and you were found by Hydra. You remember feeling something fast moving past you, it looked like a man, and then a shock went through your body making you pass out.
'Why did you kill me?'
You opened your eyes suddenly when you heard Connor's voice. Your whole body was sore; they had removed your weapons. They chained you to the ground, making it impossible for you to stand up. You don't remember how many days you had been in there, but you knew that you hadn't had anything to eat in days, and you couldn't remember the last time you had a drink of water.
'Why did you kill me?'
It wasn't the first time you had been kidnapped, but it was the first time Hydra had kidnapped you.
You tried to move, but your body was too weak and any movement hurt. You weren't in a cell, you were in a shed. There was a monster from Loki's army standing over you. You could have sworn that this was some kind of experiment place. You took a deep breath, trying to find the strength, but your lung was hurting.
'Why did you kill me?'
The hydra knew they couldn't get information out of you, so leaving you weak was the best alternative.
You turned around slowly as you heard the sound of a metal door opening. You grunted as you felt your body alert you that you were not well. You noticed someone approaching, a young, white haired man.
"I thought you were already dead, but you seem to be inconvenient just like your father." The accent in his voice was strong, he had a smirk on his lips. "I hope you don't mind, but I'll get a snack here." He pulled into your field of vision a package of what looked like a sandwich. Your stomach grunted, loud enough to make the young man smile wider. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore your pleading body. "If you tell them what they need I can get one of those for you."
'You have to withstand hell to see glory.' It was Connor's voice, in an old memory echoing in your head.
You heard the door again and opened your eyes to look for movement, until you saw a woman. The woman. The one you saw when you closed your eyes, the one in your dreams. She was exactly as you dreamed, but she seemed to have a heavy, sad aura.
"Brother, you can't stay here," when she looked at you she stopped talking.
The young man noticed that you were staring at each other and then appeared in your sight. The woman seemed to whisper something to him in their native tongue, the man seemed to shoot back, by his body language he was nervous, it lasted a while before he dropped the sandwich on the table and walked away at a speed that was hard for the eyes to follow. She approached you, looking to you, but then raised her hand and let out a red light at you, and everything changed.
You were at your old school, with your childish stature. You were alone, as you were every time your mother came to get you. Your eyes roamed the school parking lot, searching. You saw a car approaching, a single car in the whole parking lot, it looked like hers. You ran with your awkward legs, jumping to reach the car.
The door opened, there were Connor and your mother.
Your mother was shot in the forehead while Connor had blood running down his neck.
They leaned toward you, white eyes lifeless.
‘Why did you kill us? You could have saved us.'
You screamed the last strength out of your lungs, bringing yourself out of the trance the woman had put you in. She looked at you with a few visible tears in her eyes, but she had a smirk. She turned away as she noticed your look of pain. She manipulated your mind by bringing out your worst fears.
“Report to your stations immediately. This is not a drill. We are under attack. We are under attack.” A voice announced, causing the woman to run away.
Your body began to give out, you felt the tingling and the lack of strength. You just let out a sigh and closed your eyes.
‘Hey, petite souris, it's okay I'm with you.’
You felt something disturb your face, a light. You were on alert now, your ear listening to the machines around you, your hand feeling the softness of what felt like sheets. You strained and opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the light.
"Jarvis, the curtains please," a husky voice caught your attention.
“Of course Miss Romanoff”
You opened your mouth, but it was too dry for any sound. You sat up awkwardly, trying to reach for a glass of water. Natasha noticed your effort and got up to help you. She was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. She looked tired.
You got even closer to Natasha, when you found out that Shield was going to fall, the assassins' council had informed you about the hydra agents that were undercover. You warned Nick Fury, but it was too late for him, the attack he suffered was quick. But it was you who helped him stay hidden until Shield went down with Hydra. Besides Natasha, Steve and Sam became your friends too.
"I know you have questions, you are in the Avengers tower, you blacked out for 4 days. Your body was dehydrated, but Banner and Dr. Cho were able to help you recover quickly." Natasha handed you another glass, but you signaled that you needed more. "Hydra doesn't know what you are, only that you are Stark's daughter." You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and threw your head back. Natasha sat on the corner of your bed, "You scared me, I thought I was going to lose you." You opened your eyes to look at her, raised your eyebrow and she laughed. "I owed you, for saving Nick, Steve and me."
"You have saved me more times than I can count." You said with difficulty.
"Who knew, right?" she held up her hand, stroking it with her thumb. "I told Stark that I knew you from a museum, I made the perfect story." She looked you in the eye. "I couldn't get your weapons back."
"That's okay, the council always has at least one that we can pick up."
"Thor is going back to Asgard, we will have a party, I wanted you along with us." Natasha said smiling and you pretended to think but just nodded in agreement. "Perfect, I'll leave some clothes that I think will fit you."
The party was not what you expected, it was more a gathering of people trying to boost their own ego. Occasionally Natasha stayed by your side, but always someone pulled her into a conversation. The one who kept you company the most was Maria, who played flirtatious games with you to get away from someone. Tony was the only one to avoid any interaction with you, everyone noticed. The avengers thought that Tony's withdrawal was a lack of trust.
The party was about to end, when Natasha pulled into a corner, hiding something behind her back.
"Nat, we tried that before and it didn't work." You said smiling playfully with an arched eyebrow.
"Ew, no." She laughed and showed a box to you. "For all the help you've done over the past few years."
You were about to object, but she just took your hand and put the box down for you to hold. When you opened it, it was a hidden blade, it looked like yours, but more modern. She took it and put it over your arm, helping you to put it on. You activated the blade and noticed an electric current in it.
"Nat..." You lost your voice as you noticed your mother's name studded on the blade. You felt your eyes burn, threatening to tear, so you put the blade away and pulled Natasha into a hug.
"She is proud of you." She said stroking your back.
A huff caught your attention, causing you to turn away.
"Everyone's gone." Clint said pointing to the hall. "Thor is calling."
Natasha held your arm and pulled you to the sofas where the team was sitting. You sat between Natasha and Maria. You laughed at Rhodey's jokes while Tony picked on Steve. You watched as one by one the men tried to lift Thor's hammer.
"You know you lift it right?" you whispered leaning towards Natasha who just laughed at your comment.
A loud noise coming from the speakers made everyone cover their ears, but soon it stopped and everyone looked at each other in confusion. One of Tony's robots appeared, it was from the Iron Legion, it walked awkwardly to the center of the Hall. Everyone stood up, startled by the apparition.
“ Worthy... No, how could you all be worthy? You're all killers.” The robot spoke. “I'm sorry, I was asleep. Or... I was a-dream?”You felt a chill spread through your body. “There was a terrible noise... and I was tangled in... in... strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy.”
Tony seemed to be trying to reprogram the robot but it wasn't working. Your body put your senses on alert, your heart was racing.
“You killed someone?” Steve asked in a rigid posture.
“Wouldn't have been my first call. But, down in the real world we're faced with ugly choices.”
“Who sent you?” Thor asked, clenching his wrists.
‘I see a suit of armor around the world.’ It was Tony's voice being reproduced, you looked at him who was ignoring everyone.
“Ultron.” Bruce let out in surprise.
“In the flesh. Or, no, not yet. Not this... chrysalis. But I'm ready. I'm on a mission.”
"What mission?" Natasha asked.
You have moved out of the robot's field of vision into an attack position.
“Peace in our time.”
You heard explosions, and then the wall broke open to several Iron Legion robots. You pushed off the rest of the wall and jumped over a robot. The robot turned around trying to knock you down, but you held on, your sense gave you a direction, and you directed it to a wall. You jumped to the ground when you saw the pillar and the robot crashed into itself and exploded into pieces. Another robot came at you and you avoided its blasters, sliding past it on the floor. You jumped onto a couch and jumped over the robot that was destabilized, you took the opportunity and with your hidden blade, decapitated it. You looked around and saw that the rest of the robots were destroyed, only Ultron was still standing.
“That was dramatic! I'm sorry, I know you mean well. You just didn't think it through. You want to protect the world, but you don't want it to change. How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to...evolve?” He picks up one of the dismembered Iron Legion bots. “With these? These puppets?” He crushes the Iron Legion bot's head. “There's only one path to peace: The Avengers' extinction.”
Before everyone could assimilate, you appeared behind the robot and decapitated it with your hidden blade.
The discussion was heated, everyone was confronting Tony. Your head seemed to formulate the best ideas for a solution. You couldn't come up with one that didn't involve joining them.
“Recall that? A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. We're standing three hundred feet below it. We're the Avengers. We can bust arms dealers all the livelong day, but, that's up there? That's... that's the end game. How were you guys planning on beating that?” Tony seemed to be losing patience.
"Together." Steve replied.
"We're going to lose." Tony said.
" You will only lose if you turn yourselves in." You said drawing everyone's attention. "You need to go through hell to know glory."
"I'm sorry, but why do you even have a word here?" Tony said looking at you for the first time in the night. "Ever since you showed up everything started to go wrong."
"I saved your life...," You tried to speak but he cut you off.
"You saved my life? Telling me to stay away from abstergo? Is that saving my life?" He shouted sarcastically, Rhodey held him back as he realized he was about to approach. "I don't even know what the hell you're still doing here!" Rhodey pushed him back, while Steve stood beside you. "You don't want to call me Dad and yet you bring me trouble. Hooking up with your mother was the biggest mistake of my life."
You took a step back, denying with your head, you let out a humorless laugh and felt a tap on your shoulder. You took a deep breath, trying to clear your head. "Don't worry Stark, if I could I'd get your DNA out of my body so I wouldn't have to live with the weight of a name that financed wars."
Before anyone could say anything, you left.
"The Council voted not to interfere with these activities, Scarlet." One of the members replied.
The council kept you waiting for three hours so they could come to a consensus about what happened with Ultron.
"Are you guys kidding?" You shouted, Maya stood next to you, whispered a no so that only you could hear. "We are talking about a robot that can expand on the networks, he can compromise the brotherhood if it is his will."
"Scarlet, we understand, but we have an open mission that needs to be completed." Another Council member replied.
"Destroying the abstergo is more important?" You let out in a sarcastic tone.
"You want them not to destroy humanity, but you refuse to help when another enemy shows up." You ripped off your costume and threw your sash on the floor. "I refuse to follow this hypocrisy."
Before you heard any response from the council members, you simply left and headed for your facility that you shared with Connor. You felt your chest heavy as you saw the untouched things of the past years. His side was as if he was still there. You turned to your side, packing your things. Studies, photos, books, clothes.
You opened the shared safe and noticed, that besides money and documents, there was a diary. You took the diary in your hands, it had a leather cover and there was something jammed in it. 'Thoughts of Connor Alexander Kenway'. Your mind told you not to open it, but your heart told you otherwise. You opened it, and the first page was a picture of you, with Amanda and him, both making funny faces. You felt tears forming in your eyes. You turned another page and your heart squeezed.
'In case you are reading this, something happened to me, so here are some things I have discovered over the years.'
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Choices (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)
(A/N: This chapter took so long to write...It is very angsty, and basically endgame with a few twists so sorry for that one folks. As always I apologize for any spelling and grammatical errors in advance.)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 4: We Only Go Backwards
Warning: Violence, language, angst
*Five year after the snap*
I dodged his fist, shifting my weight to the left. He retaliated by landing a cross jab, connecting to my jaw. I doubled back a little, I could feel the blood drip a little down my face. He probably broke my nose.
I brought my guard up and did a low uppercut and cross jab combination. Him swiftly dodging my uppercut only to be met with my cross jab. He smiled as if the punch tickled him. I frowned a little. They weren’t kidding about this guy being indestructible in the ring.
I shuffled away from him sizing him up. It was round 5 and I wasn’t making a single dent in his morale. While he had landed several punches, and was wearing me out. I wiped my nose a little looking at the blood painted on my hand now.
He shuffled forward and went to throw a hook followed by a jab, I slipped left and threw a hook, jab, hook combination. He held his face in surprise, revealing a cut on his lip. He went to throw a punch but was stopped by the bell. We went to our respective corners.
“Doing good y/l/n, you’re in his head now. You gotta keep driving him up the wall.” Danny encouraged.
I looked over to my opponent Carl Lucus aka the Luke Cage. He looked pissed, but also slightly impressed, the cut on his lip already healed. I looked back at Danny Rand aka Iron Fist, the guy who tricked me into this fight.
“How the fuck am I going to drive him up a wall?? He’s got me on the ropes. One more body shot and I’m out.” I hissed.
Danny poured water on my face and shoved my mouth guard into my mouth, and shrugged at me. “Improvise. You’re always good at that. Remember I got money on the line.”
Before I could say anything he pushed me into the ring and the bell rang, the 6th round starting. I groaned and put my guard up. I had been living between Chicago and Brooklyn off and on for the last 4 years. I was in Brooklyn catching up with my buddy Danny when he wrapped me into this fight. Betting 1k I’d last longer than 10 rounds with Luke fucking Cage.
You shuffled back every time Luke shuffled forward. Finally He landed a low jab, grabbing your body to his a side hook. You pushed him off and threw an uppercut. Luke grunted at the contact and he rolled his left arm throwing a massive jab, followed by a right uppercut, and left hook. You fell to the ground. The chain on your neck hanging off a little. Wanda’s ring started to swing from the chain.
You were holding your side, panting for air. The countdown starting. I slowly got up, and resumed fighting. You shuffled forward again, throwing a quick combination. Luke dodged the combo and threw another cross jab followed by a hook. Connecting with my jaw. I fell down and passed out.
Luke helped me up, slapping my back. “You did good kid. Lasted longer than this fool. And his hands glow.” He said trying to make me feel better.
I groaned a little and chuckled. “Thanks, they weren’t kidding about you being the power man. Those punches were next level.” You hyped up.
Luke grinned in response. “Hey, Danny is paying for drink? You comming”
I shook my head “I’m gonna finish up here, you guys go ahead.” I told them.
Danny and Luke headed out for drinks. I stayed behind to catch my breath. You started to unwrap your hand wrap, when you sensed a presence behind you.
“You got your ass handed to you.” A familiar voice teased.
I sighed knowing that voice anywhere. When Pepper called about Nat, Steve, and Scott, trying to convince Tony to save the universe. She warned they’d try me next. I was mentally preparing for this. I wasn’t expecting so soon.
“Do you know who that was?” I asked turning to Nat.
Natasha grinned, her hair in a long braid her red roots overpowering the blonde.
“Should I?” She asked.
“That is Luke Cage, he has superhuman strength and stamina, extremely dense skin and muscle tissue, which means every punch I throw is like a tickle. I lasted longer than anyone in the ring with him, considering you know he doesn’t fucking get hurt.” You explained slightly annoyed.
She smirked her lips forming an O, she crossed her arms.
“What are you doing in Brooklyn?” I asked wiping my neck with a towel.
“You still have the ring?” She motioned to the ring around my neck.
I frowned and tucked the ring inside my tank top, and threw the towel down.
“I see you still avoid my questions.” I scoffed.
“Force of habit, you started rubbing off on me.” She retorted.
I shook my head and grinned. I could always count on Nat to trigger bickering.
“Why are you here?” I asked again my tone low.
Nat paused and gave me a look, before taking a deep breath. “We can bring her back. All of them.” She started.
I laughed a humorless laugh. “What? The time heist? When Pepper called, about that I was hoping it was a joke. Tony said it was impossible.”
She gave me a hurt look. “You are still in contact with them?”
I avoided her eyes, ever since France I left the team and completely went off grid. The only person I confided to was Carol and after dating off and on for a couple months, we finally broke up last year. Me not being able to handle her long ass trips to space. The person I avoided the most though was Nat, she was the only person who could read me better than anyone.
But that didn’t mean I was completely isolated. When I heard about Tony and Pepper getting married it was months after they’d tied the knot, I spent the week with them. We reconciled and ever since they adopted me as their own. I was Auntie y/n when Morgan was born. I bought a dog, who I hadn’t named, simply because I had no idea what to name him.
I visited Thor every once and awhile, always bringing him a new thing to play with. Last time I brought him guitar hero. Of course there was also Clint...I hadn’t seen him in months. When we last chatted he bought me drinks, asking me for intel on the drug cartel I was affiliated with back before I was with shield. Every once and awhile he’ll swing by for a drink and more intel.
I looked back at her and sighed. “Yeah, spend the weekend at their farmhouse every other month.”
An awkward silence hung in the air.
“That doesn’t change the fact, we can do it.” She insisted.
“Nat stop-” I pleaded.
“You have to try-”
“Nat-” I warned.
“How can you stop trying? You know she’d try anything if it was reversed. How can you say you love her-”
“NATALIA” I yelled tears threatening to fall down my face.
Nat’s eyes widened, and she stopped dead in her tracks.
“Don’t.” I croaked. “Don’t make empty promises.”
She walked over to me and wiped my the tears falling down my face. And gently cupped my face to look at her
“This isn’t an empty promise. This is going to work. Please...trust me.” She pleaded in a soft voice. “семья доверяет друг другу“ She added in a low voice.
Family always trusts each other.
I looked away from her, we felt anything but a family. We were so broken and detached from the unit we once were. Yet...family is still family even if it was dysfunctional. I looked at her, and sighed...If there was even a chance, a small percentage to see Wanda again, I had to take it. I nodded and held her hands.
That’s how i found myself back in the avengers compound hangar, watching Scott Lang standing in front of a van quantum machine portal waiting to be pushed through time.
“You’re sure these modifications are safe?” He looks over to...Banner who is now...smart hulk.
I tried really hard not to let it freak me out, Smart hulk wearing reading glasses, making adjustments to a new control panel.
“I reran my calculations three times- “
“Because the guy who invented this thing is pretty much a genius-” Scott casually dropped.
“I have seven PhD’s, an MD, the Hans Bethe Award for Physics, and I’m personal friends with Bill Nye the Science Guy. We’re good.” Smart hulk assures.
“Yeah. And you look like that on purpose.” Scott says nonchalantly, looking at me slightly.
Steve and Nat walk up from behind me.
“Breakers are set, emergency generator’s on stand-by.” Steve announces.
“Good. If we blow the grid, I don’t want to lose Tiny back in the ‘50’s.” Smart Hulks sighed in relief.
I widen my eyes and look at Nat giving her a What the fuck did this man just say? look.
“Excuse me?” Scott croaked.
“He was kidding.” Nat chuckled out unconvincingly.
“I was kidding.” Smart hulk assured loudly with a big smile.
“You were kidding, right?” Nat whispered to smart Hulk
“Honestly, I have no idea. We’re attempting time travel. Either it’s all a joke, or none of it is.” He mumbled to us.
“I’m sorry what?” I say my eyes filled with concern looking between Hulk and Nat.
“We’re good! Helmet on.” Smart Hulk yelled out to Scott.
Scott puts on his helmet, slightly dubious.
“Okay. I’m going to send you back one week, give you an hour to look around, then bring you back in ten seconds. Make sense?” Hulk continued.
“Perfectly not confusing.” Scott murmured.
“Good luck, Scott. You’ve got this.” Steve affirmed with a head nod.
“Yes, I do, Captain America. Yes, I-” Scott started with more confidence. Smart Hulk pulls the lever before Scott could finish his sentence. Scott shrinks to nothing. Causing me to jump a little.
“Counting down from three, two, one...” Right on cue Scott reappears but he was 12-FUCKING YEARS OLD.
“What the fuck...” I whispered pointing to Scott.
“Uh, guys? This doesn’t feel right.” Scott groaned.
“Is that Scott?” Nat asked looking at Hulk.
“Probably...? “ He said scrambling, hitting buttons.
Scott shrinks back into nothing.
“Get him back!” Steve urged slightly panicking.
Smart Hulk flips a switch. Scott reappears again...BUT now he was 93.
“Oh, my back!” Scott whimpered holding his back hunching over slightly.
No words could describe the levels of fear I was feeling. My mouth agape, arms crossed.
“Bruce! Get it under control. What the hell is going on?” Nat said clearly panicked.
“I got it, I know exactly what’s going on. Pretty much.” Hulk insisted.
Scott shrinks to nothing once again. Hulk types frantically with a pencil, fingers too big for the keys. 2-year old Scott popped out.
“Oh, my God.” Nat let out in shock.
“It’s a baby.” Steve mumbled out.
“It’s Scott.” Hulk said with a shrug.
“As a baby!” I retaliated pointing at the baby in the oversized suit.
“He’ll grow.” He offered.
“Banner!” Steve firmly stopped.
Smart Hulk hits a button. Baby Scott disappears. “When I tell you, kill the power!” He throws a switch. “Now!”
Nat killed the power. Normal Scott stumbles off the pad.
“Somebody peed my pants. I don’t know if it was baby-me or old-me. Or just me-me.” Scott whimpered hands out in fear.
You decided two things in that moment. 1.You weren’t going into that machine. 2. You needed an excuse to leave the Hangar. You mumbled an excuse of having to walk your dog. You grabbed him from your room and jogged around the compound. Trying to clear the image of Scott turning into a baby from your brain. You made it back to the front of the compound seeing Steve talking to Tony in his Audi.
Your dog wagged his tail in excitement of new humans. I walked up smiling and thanking God for the gift of Tony. You were close to asking for a ride home.
“It’s called the EPR Paradox. Instead of pushing Lang through time, you were pushing time through Lang. It’s dangerous. I probably should’ve cautioned you against it.” Tony elaborated with a pointed look.
“You did.” Steve admitted.
“Thank god, I’m here. Regardless, I fixed it.” Tony said with a smug grin.
He holds up...a watch. “That is a fully-functioning, time- space GPS. I just want peace. Resentment is corrosive. I hate it.” Tony says throwing up a peace sign.
“Me, too.” Steve agreed with a nod.
I could see something ease between them, for the first time in years. Tony looked over to you in surprise.
“Oh so how did they wrap you into this train wreck?” Tony asked. Before I could answer, he continued on “Well regardless I’m here now.”
“Which I’m thankful for. I was about to call you to pick me up.” I said truthfully.
“Oh, also on behalf of both me and Pepper, please stop teaching our daughter boxing combinations. All she wants to is beat up the furniture.” Tony begged.
I laughed “No chance, she’s the one who begged me to show her. I can’t say no to her- besides every young girl should learn to throw a good punch.” I defended.
Tony smiled and then turned to Steve. “Now that I got a witness. We’ve got a shot at the Stones. I just need you to know my priorities. Bring back everyone we lost, hopefully. Keep what I found, definitely. And, let’s not die trying.”
Steve looks at Tony. He offers his hand.
“Sounds like a deal.” They shake. This is a long time coming.
“You heard that kid? You as my witness.” Tony says hand still in Steve’s.
“-But wait, there’s more. Act now, and it comes with a bonus offer.”
Tony pops the trunk. Steve stares, moved, at...his shield.
“Tony, I don’t know-”
“What’s to know? He made it for you. Plus, I gotta get it out of the garage before Morgan takes it sledding.” He said casually. “Which is another thing stop giving her obscure knives.” Tony says sternly pointing at me.
I chuckle a little knowing that I wasn’t going to stop giving his daughter pink knives. Steve finally picks up the shield, sliding it onto his arm. “Thank you, Tony.” Steve thanks earnestly.
I see Tony chokes up, trying to cover it up by slamming the trunk. I smile at the sight. “Just don’t flaunt it. I didn’t bring enough for the whole team. We are getting the whole team, right?” Tony asks looking at the both of us.
Steve looks at me and I offer an uncertain smile.
“We’re trying.” I say.
I waited outside with Scott, watching the Bentar land down. I waited in nervous anticipation waiting to see if Carol would come out. I bit back my slight disappointment but also my relief when it was Nebula and Rocket.
“Hey Y/l/n where’s Big green?” Rocket asked.
I motioned behind to the building. “He’s inside.”
“Um, kitchen, I think.” Scott said more specifically.
I nod at Nebula, who give me a nod in greeting. Scott tries a smile at Nebula. She just hits her com “Rhodey, careful on re-entry. There’s an idiot in the landing zone.”
She goes inside and Rhodey lands in dramatic fully giving Scott an heart attack.
“Oh, my God!” Scott gasped out.
“What’s up, Regular-Sized Man?” Rhodey snickered.
“Drama queen.” I greeted teasingly.
“Philly cheese steak.” He greeted back with an eye roll.
Which was referencing when I dropped my philly cheese steak sandwich on the ground, a year ago at this point. I knew I was never living that one down.
Rhodey goes inside as smart Hulk walks out, carrying an overnight bag. He hands Scott some tacos with a smile.
“Finally. I ain’t got all day.” Rocket exclaimed dramatically.
“I call shotgun!” smart Hulk called walking up to the Benatar’s gangway,
After a day I watched Thor stand with a beer in a cozy, staring at a new quantum tunnel affixed with Tony’s capacitor.
Clint offered himself to test the machine out first. After our first attempt with Scott, I told the team I was skipping out. Agreeing to be the one to watch the machine if anything were to go wary.
Clint waits alone on the platform wearing the time suit. Smart Hulk readies the quantum console as we all watch.
“Okay, Clint. Starting in three, two, one...” Hulk trails off
Clint nods over at them, determined. Suddenly he stretches, shrinks and vanishes.
After a few minutes Clint appears on the pad, shaken. Tony and Nat approach him.
“Are you all right? Hey, look at me. You okay?” Nat gently asks.
“Tell me something good...” Tony watched him carefully
Clint looks up, tearful. He holds out a baseball mitt.
“It worked. It worked.” Clint mumbled in awe.
I could feel myself allow hope to sink into my soul. Holding onto Wanda’s ring hanging on a chain around my neck.
“Holy crap. We’re freaking time travelers.” Rocket said astonished.
So thats when we worked into the next phase of the plan trying to find out where all the stones were in the past.
Tony, Natasha, Smart Hulk, and I hash it out.
“So this ‘Time Stone’ guy...what kind of doctor was he?” Nat asked
“Strange?” Hulk looked at Nat.
“Like he was a strange one?” I questioned.
“His name is Strange.” Hulk corrected.
I gave him a side look nodding “Oh.”
“He’s a cross between ear-nose-and-throat and rabbit-from-hat.” Tony started.
“Had a nice place in the Village.” Hulk offered
“Yeah. Sullivan Street.” Tony agreed.
“Wait, he lived in New York?” I questioned. I was starting to wonder why all these weirdos live in New York.
“Guys, pick the right year and there were three stones in New York.” Nat exclaimed in revelation.
“Shut the front door...” Hulk said sitting up to look back at us.
After three days of us planning and strategizing it was finally time for us to make the mission. I stood with my wearing a hoodie, jeans, and black converse high tops. My dog on his leash chewing on a bone. Everyone was in their suits. I had some lab googles on. The agreement being I stay to make sure everyone would get back safely. Steve stood near the control panel.
“Okay, we have a plan. Six stones, three teams, one shot.” Steve begin his talk.
He steps away, revealing the board...
Everyone eyes the tangle of lines connecting six stones to four locations to 2 years to 10 heroes. It was insane. It was early dawn
“Five years ago, we lost. All of us.” I bit my lip my hand instinctively holding onto Wanda’s ring.
“We lost friends. We lost family. We lost a part of ourselves. But today we have a chance to take it all back. “ Steve pauses to look at us all.
“You have your teams and you have assignments. Get your stone, and get back here. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs.” He grips his shield. “Most of us are going back to places we know. That doesn’t mean we know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. Improvise, if you have to.” Steve looks at us his gaze landing to Tony. “This is the fight of our lives. And we’re going to win. Whatever it takes.” Steve finished
The platform stays quiet.
Rocket whispers to Scott “He’s pretty good at that...” Scott nods enthusiastically.
“All right, you heard the man. Stroke those keys, kid.” Tony said to me.
Smart Hulk smiles at me and helps me tap in the commands with his pencil. Lights illuminate each pad.
“Tracking beacons engaged.” I informed everyone.
Natasha looks at me a playful smile on her face. I give her a nervous look. Natasha was all I had left as true family went. I don’t know what I would do if I lost her. I can tell she knew what I was thinking. She pulled me into a hug.
“I’m going to bring her back.” She promised in my ear quietly. “Build that dream house, and live in it with her.” She said pulling back.
I bit my lip, I confessed the week after the snap to Natasha I had bought land in a small town in new jersey. I always knew I wanted settle down in a quiet small town. It wasn’t until London I knew I wanted that with Wanda. I wrote a will in the unfortunate event I die in field. I put Nat down as my sole inheritor of all my belongings. She handed me, my revised will with Wanda as my new sole inheritor. I could feel tears pool in my eyes.
I cleared my throat. “Make sure to bring yourself back to me.” I sternly told her.
She smiled and patted my shoulder. “I would be more worried for mohawk over there, than me.” she said motioning to Clint.
Clint flicked her off, I let go of Nat and she gave me a thumbs up as she stood in the line up. The last being Smart Hulk stepping onto the platform.
Natasha looks around a smile on her face.
“See you in a minute.” She told everyone excitedly, giving me a wink.
I gave her a smile back.
“Actually, it’ll be closer to seven or eight microseconds, give or-” Hulk explanation was cut off. As they suddenly, stretched and vanished, shrinking away.
The Quantum console stops vibrating. Hulk’s pencil slowly rolls toward the edge and drops. My dog stops to look at where once were people, suspiciously, then goes back to his bone. I smiled and petted him a little.
It’s all up to them now.
After 4 minutes, the machine starts beeping. I look to see Nebula missed her signal to leave. I furrow my eyebrow and start checking the stats. Suddenly after a seconds the machine starts to whirr, my dog shoots up and starts barking. I look expectantly at the group as they all pop back into this reality.
Hulk holds the eye of agamotto, scott has the scepter. rhodey the orb, Rocket and Thor the extraction device, and Tony and Steve the tesseract. Nebual retracts her time suit. Everyone looks around, exhausted. Amazed.
“Are you telling me that actually worked?” Rhodey chuckled in disbelief.
“Did we get them all?” Hulk asked.
I look at Clint, realizing the missing face. We lock eyes and in an instant I knew. Tears started to well up in my eyes, Clint drops to his knees. Steve turns, concerned.
“Clint? Are you okay?” Steve asked, eyebrows raised in concern.
Clint stares, haunted.
“Where’s Nat?” Hulk asked.
“WHERE’S NAT?!” Clint looks up at them, and then at me.
Natasha didn’t make it.
“No.” I choke out, and cover my mouth and run out the room, not being able to face anyone.
My best friend, the person that I considered my family, my sister, she was gone. I grabbed Wanda’s ring, I looked at it, as if it was going to bring me comfort. God I’ve lost so many people. She knew that. They knew that. I felt more alone than ever. I sat staring at the lake. Tears freely falling down my face.
I considered slipping the ring on my finger. There wasn’t much scarlet energy left. Yet today I wanted to feel the ghost of Wanda. Even if it was only a shadow. I could feel a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. I heard tiny treading behind me. I looked behind to see Steve hand on my shoulder with my dog by his side.
I gave a weak smile as my dog began licking my face.
“Hey.” Steve greeted softly his own eyes glassy.
I looked into his eyes filled with grief, and completely broke down. He sat down beside me and held onto me quietly, letting me cry.
After awhile what was left of the team all found themselves here, overlooking the lake.
“Do we know if she had family?” Tony asks.
“Yeah. Us.” Steve mumbles.
Clint wouldn’t look at me. I sat watching holding onto my dog. Thor turns, thrown by this conversation.
“Why are you doing that?” Thor demands.
“I’m just asking a question-” Tony defends throwing his hands up in surrender.
Thor shook his head annoyed. “Why are we talking as if she’s dead? We have the stones. Bring her back. C’mon, stop this shit.” He yelled at us, in complete denial.
Clint squeezes away tears.
“We can’t get her back.” Clint croaked.
Thor looks around us confused. “What’s he talking about? Of course, we can.” Thor waved off Barton with a smile.
“It can’t be undone. That’s why.” Clint says more confidently. Looking Thor in his eyes.
“No offense, but you’re...a very earthly being. We’re talking about space magic, here. “Can’t” seems a little definitive, don’t you think?” Thor retorts.
“Well, I know I’m a little outside my pay grade here, but, she still isn’t here, is she?”
“That’s my point-”
“It can’t be undone. At least that’s what the red, floating guy said. But why don’t you go talk to him, okay? Why don’t you grab your hammer and fly to that place and talk to him. IT CAN’T BE UNDONE.” Clint cuts Thor off lashing out. He pauses looking at me teary eyed.
“It was supposed to be me. She sacrificed her life for that goddamn stone. She bet her life on it.” He finishes.
That lands heavily on us. I turn not being able to hold Clint’s gaze. She believed in this. A moment passes.
Then hulk hurls the bench into the water. It skips across the surface like a stone.
“She’s not coming back.” Hulk says turning to look at us.
“We have to make it worth it. We have to.” I finally say. Everyone looks at me for the first time.
“We will.” Steve assures.
Hulk, Tony, and Rocket create a new gauntlet with the infinity stones embedded in the back. We all watch Tony and Rocket fine tune the glove.
“All right. The glove’s ready.” Rocket announced.
“Who’s gonna snap their fucking fingers?” I asked looking around.
Everyone stares at the gauntlet. Then, Thor reaches for the gauntlet.
“I’ll do it.” He says on cue.
“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing-” Tony stops
“Thor, we haven’t decided who’s putting that on.” Steve argues.
“Oh. Were all of you just waiting for the right opportunity?” Thor asks annoyed.
“We should at least discuss it-” Scott offers with a shrug.
“Staring at the thing isn’t going to bring everybody back, is it? Look, I’m the strongest Avenger. It’s my responsibility. Fate wills it so.” Thor shouts irritated.
“Hold on, hold on-” I urge Thor stepping to help Tony.
“Stop it! Let me do this. Let me do something good. Something right-” Thor begs me tears in his eyes.
My heart breaks a little, I take a deep breathe.
“That thing is channeling enough energy to light up a continent. You’re in no condition-” Tony speaks before I could.
“-What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?” Thor pushes me away facing Tony.
“Cheez Whiz?” Rhodey guessed arms crossed.
Hulk steps toward the Gauntlet.
“Lightning won’t help you, pal. It’s gotta be me.” He said approaching the gauntlet. “You saw what those stones did to Thanos. They almost killed him. None of you could survive.” Hulk reasoned.
“And how do we know you can?” I asked tired of losing people.
“We don’t. But the radiation’s mostly gamma. It’s like I was made for this...” Hulk offered with a shrug and smile.
We watched Hulk approach the gauntlet. Hulk studies for a moment. I take a deep breathe. I took off Wanda’s ring, looking down at it. My heart racing in anticipation. I slip it on my finger. The faint scarlet energy bouncing within. I wore my old combat suit, Tony modified of course.
“The moment of truth.” Hulk says looking at Tony.
“Good to go?” Tony asks.
“Let’s do it.” Hulk confirms with a nod.
“Okay, remember, everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago, you’re just bringing them back...to today. Don’t change anything from the last five years. Got it?” Tony instructs.
“Got it.” Hulk says.
We all prepare ourselves. Steve steps forward, shield on his arm. Scott deploys his helmet. Rhodey readies his repulsors.
Rocket covers his raccoon junk and hides behind Thor. Tony armors up, then nanos a shield to protect me and Clint beside him. I hold Clint’s hand. My first time acknowledging him since Nat being gone. He looks at our hands and gives a nod.
“Friday, why don’t you go ahead and activate Barn Door Protocol?”
Steel doors slide shut all around the workshop. Finally, Hulk holds up the gauntlet.
“Everybody’s coming home...” He says under his breath
He slowly slips his hand in the glove. Suddenly he spasms, taking in the power.
“What’s happening? Take it off, take if off!” Thor yells in concern.
“Bruce, you okay?” Steve asks in a shout.
“Talk to me, Banner.” Tony aks.
“I’m...okay...” Hulk groans.
Hulk reaches out his hand and snaps his fingers.
CRAAAACK! The stones flare. A bright surge of energy races up Hulk’s arm. He roars as his eyes blaze green. The ring started to burn on my finger. My eyes widened as i watched it start glowing scarlet. The energy racing around me slowly turning orange, then to yellow. Clint looked at me in confusion.
The gauntlet falls off, rolling across the floor. We both whip our heads around. Hulk collapses, arm withered, side burnt black. We all rush to him. Steve checking his pulse.
“Don’t move him!” Tony warned.
Then the blast doors open, revealing the sound of...chirping. I walk outside toward the courtyard, Scott following. Smart Hulk’s eyes clear. He grasps Steve’s arm.
“Did it work?” Hulk asked.
We pause, as if it only just now occurred to them. Just then a cell phone starts to ring. A stunned Clint turns and approaches his phone. On the home screen, we see a photo of his wife; “Laura Calling”. Eyes wide he answers the phone hesitantly.
“Guys, I think it-” Scott never finished as the building around us explodes. Debris flying everywhere. I blacked out, on impact.
I opened my eyes, to the faint ringing in my ears and yelling.
“Mayday! Mayday! We are taking on water!” a static laced voice yelled in my ear.
I groaned sitting up, my head was spinning. Once my line of vision began to clear I looked around and my heart dropped at the sight of destruction. I gasped my dog. I started to whistle calling him out. That little guy was everything to me when I lost Wanda. I started to look through the rubble panicking.
I stopped and struggled to catch my breathe, I slowly pulled myself together.
“Tell ‘em to...hurry...asses up-” Rocket panted into the coms.
“..trapped...drowning...no time...” Rhodey gasped.
I rubbed my face, my friends are dying, I had to get my shit together “Shit...I’m on my way-”
“No! Wait, I’m here!” Scott yelled in the comms.
I shift my gaze to the edge of the crater, I looked down to see Thanos. Sitting on a rock. Waiting. Thor stumbles next to me we both say nothing, watching.
“What’s he been doing?” Tony asks, Steve at his side.
“Absolutely nothing.” Thor tells them.
All four of us stare a long moment. Then, as if sensing us, Thanos turns his head...and looks our way.
“Son of a bitch.” I muttered.
“Yeah.” Tony agreed.
Steve turns to look at me and Tony “Where are the stones?”
Tony shrugged “Somewhere under all of this. All I know is...he doesn’t have ‘em.”
“So we keep it that way.” Steve says tightening his grip on the shield.
That lands. This is our chance.
“You know it’s a trap.” I say my eyes never leaving Thanos. Tony deploys his armor. “ Don’t think I care.” Tony hissed. Tony looks at me and hands me a baton. It’s Nat’s dual batons. I frowned, and gave him a nod.
“Just so we’re all in agreement.” Thor says with a shrug and holds out his hand. Mjonlir flies into it, and he holds out his other, Stormbreaker slaps into his palm. Lightning strikes and he’s covered in cape and armor, his beard braided, and hair pulled back. “Let’s kill him properly this time.” He finishes.
I sigh and shake my head. I expanded the Batons and tightened my grip. I look at Steve and he starts leading us into the crater. Thanos sits on his rock, contemplative.
“You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Right back to me.” Thanos Narrates.
Tony approaches, stealthily. Me, Steve, and Thor fan out on either side.
“I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you’ve shown me that’s impossible.” He pauses, looking up at the sky. “Life clings to the past with bloody fingernails. As long as there are those who remember what was, there will be those unable to accept what can be. They will resist.”
Tony steps out, “Yep. We’re all kinds of stubborn.”
Thanos turns to him with a grim nod “I’m thankful. Because now I know what I must do.” Thanos reaches for his helmet. “I will shred this universe down to ts last atom. And then, with the stones you’ve collected for me, create a new one, teeming with life that knows not what it has lost, but only what it has been given. A grateful universe.”
“Born out of blood.” I spit out, feeling anger surge in me
Thanos studies me as if seeing me for the first time.
“They’ll never know it.” He retorts with a shrug.
Thanos draw a blade off his back, towering over us. “Because you won’t be alive to tell them.”
Tony glances over at Steve. “Ready?” Steve nods.
Just as Thor charges Thanos we all attack, using our skills in harmony. Thanos stumbles, on his heels. We attack him relentless, exerting every last ounce of fury. A last stand.
Thor smashes his hammers together, hurling lightning into the back of the iron man suit. Tony sends the resulting overload at Thanos, but thanos propellers his blades holding back the blast.
“How the hell are we not making a dent.” I mumble.
Thor uses Stormbreaker to bat Mjolnir at Thanos. Thanos snatches Tony by the Ankle and uses him as a shield against the hammer. Batting it at me instead. I brace the incoming hammer, with the Batons. Instead a scarlet energy surrounded me, I smile. The ring. Suddenly the scarlet turns into golden energy and creates a force around me, the ring explodes on my finger. I widen my eyes in shock, Thor gives me a look of confusion. The yellow energy still is surrounding me. I gasp and drop my hands, Mjolnir breaks through hitting me in my chest and I tumble and black out.
When I slowly regain consciousness I see portals people pouring out of them. My heart fluttered...oh my god...it worked. I saw T’challa, Okoye, Shuri, Bucky, Groot, the entirety of the Wakandan army, and Wanda. Tears threatened to break out at the sight of her.
Steve takes us all in, helping me up. He turns his gaze to thanos, and calls Mjolnir to his hand. I gasp and watch him catch the hammer in awe.
“Avengers...assemble.” He called out
Thor lets out a battle roar as he charges and we all follow everyone pouring out onto the battle field. Across the way, Thanos smiles and points his blade at us, His own army racing towards us. Ant man slugs a levianthan in the jaw. I launch myself onto an alien currently choking the life of Korg, stabbing my batons onto him and clicking the button electricity pulsing through and frying the alien.
Tony blasts overhead. Pepper joins him, in her rescue suit. Together, they strafe the field. Suddenly an alien caught me off guard grabbing me from behind, I throw it over my shoulder and slam it down. We wrestle, kicking my batons from my reach, it suddenly is choking me. My eyes widened, as scarlet energy lifts the alien out of my reach, tossing it across the field.
I choked out, gasping for air. I looked up to see Wanda who is at my side, my eyes tear up at the sight of her. Her hair was messily over her face as she reached out to grab me. She had my face cupped in her hands scanning to see if I was okay. I didn’t even say anything I just pulled her into a hug, squeezing her as if she was going to slip away. She hugged me back, noticing my distress.
She sighed into my neck. “Y/n? Are you okay?”
I let the tears fall from my eyes and looked up to the sky silently thanking Natalia for her sacrifice. “I am now.” I said pulling away to meet her eyes.
She looked so confused and worried. She was holding my Maccuahitl in her left hand. “You left this in the ground where I was. Back in Wakanda. Where you weren’t...” She said studying my face.
“Oh..I-uh... I left that there, in memory...” I trailed off. Her eyebrows furrowed and she frowned a little. It was as if she was beginning to realize time has passed.
You’re different...you look different. She echoed in my head.
I feel different. I answered back.
She gave me a sad smiled as her eyes no longer scarlet and gave me a kiss. “Different is good.”
I smiled and we parted, an alien came to rush at us. Wanda flicked her wrist and it was smacked away like a bug. I smiled and shook my head. “God I missed that.”
I gave her one last kiss before she flew off with a smug smirk, and I ran the opposite direction starting to attack. Across the field- Clint runs with the gauntlet, being chased by an ape looking alien. Just before the ape tramples Clint...Sam swoops in cutting the creature down. Clint runs on. Sparking the conversation of what to do over coms.
“What do you want to do with this thing?” Clint pants.
“Get those stones as far away as possible!” Steve answers.
“No! We need to send them back where they came from.” Hulk interjects.
“There’s no way to send them back. Thanos destroyed our time machine.” Tony shut down.
“Hold on!” Scott said “That wasn’t our only time machine.”
From a distance, we hear, “LA CUCARACHA.” I smile immediately get it.
“Does anyone see an ugly, brown van out there?” I ask in the coms.
“Yeah. But you’re not going to like where it’s parked.” Valkyrie answered above head on her pegasus.
I looked up to where she was pointing and the van sat surrounded by thousands of alien, deep behind enemy lines. I laughed a deep laugh, this would happen.
“Scott, how long do you need to get that thing working?” Tony asked into the coms.
“Uh, maybe ten minutes.” Scott guessed.
“Get it started. We’ll get the stones to you.” Steve assured.
I scan to find Clint handing the gauntlet to T’challa. I saw Thanos make his way towards him. I rushed and blocked Thanos’s blades from digging into T’challa with my Maccuahitl. His strength causing beginning to push me down. I started to shout, as a wave of strength deep within me allowed me to over power him. Golden energy shooting around me. I was starting to realize something was different about me.
T’challa was able to slip passed him. Thanos eyes furrowed, pulling a blade back to stab my stomach. I grabbed my it with my left hand, the blade cutting the skin on my hand. The golden energy slowing his movement down. He used this distraction to use the other blade in his hand to knock me down. I felt the blade stab the familiar spot on my abdomen. A rush of yellow energy expanded from out of me, throwing Thanos and the surrounding enemies back.
I realized I was bleeding out. I gasped for air. This felt familiar. I fell to my knees and tried to apply pressure to my wound. I was losing blood quick and I collapsed on my back.
I felt someone lift my head up. It was Clint, his eyes teary, and he was mumbling something. I couldn’t make out his words. The world seemed to drown out, only a faint ringing. I saw Wanda’s face come into view.
“Y/n! No no no no! Not you, please.” She begged her tears falling down my cheek.
I gave her a weak smile. “W-wanda...” I started finding it hard to string words together.
“Save your energy. You are not dying here. You WILL NOT die here. Do you hear me! You aren’t allowed to die-” She started rambling her accent getting stronger.
“heh...noted..I was...just...gonna say...love you.” I said slowly the words taking every last bit of my energy. I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. Tiredness getting the better of me. I could feel myself slip out of consciousness. I felt Wanda’s lips on my forehead begging me to keep my eyes open. I tried to keep my eyes open. I took a deep breath, the world going black as I exhaled.
Few Days Later
We won. But at what cost. Vision, Tony, Natasha...Y/n...gone. Wanda watched silently at Tony’s funeral. She felt numb. So many people were here, at her side yet their comfort could never be the same as hers. The image of her lifeless body flashed in Wanda’s brain and she frowned. Clint pulled Wanda aside and handed her an envelope.
“It’s her will. She left everything to you. She also added a note.” He said softly.
She ripped the envelope open, there was a ring, and a letter. Wanda froze...y/n was going to propose. She looked at the ring and opened the folded paper. She didn’t even read the first sentence before folding back up again. Wanda told herself she wouldn’t cry. But she couldn’t help it. Tears were already rebelling as they raced down her cheek.
Wanda couldn’t do this. Bear the burden of this loss. It was like her heart was being shattered and burned. It felt worse than the loss of her parents, her best friend, even her brother.
“She deserves closure.” Wanda said quietly. “I deserve to see her body. Give her a burial.”
“She isn’t dead.” T’challa said.
“But she also isn’t alive.” Shuri interjected.
Wanda and Clint spun around to see T’challa, Okoye, and Shuri. All wearing black in honor of the funeral. His eyes were on Wanda.
“They said she was dead. We watched her die.” Clint said in disbelief.
Wanda eyes narrowed, her lip quivering. “Where is she?”
“In Wakanda, under cryosleep, when we found her body...well her body was dead but her mind was wide awake, as if it was mimicking death as a survival tactic. We put her in cryosleep so we can fully understand how she is in this state and how to reverse it.” Shuri elaborated.
“Y/n is a friend, she deserved as much. With all she has done for Wakanda...the world.” Okoye added solemnly.
“I want to see her.” Wanda heart began to race, there was hope. “I want to see her now.”
(A/N: Literally this took so long to write omg... ngl i hurt my own feelings writing this chapter RIP anyways part 5 coming soon)
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I feel perfect in your eyes v
pairing: wanda maximoff x reader; natasha romanoff x reader; wanda maximoff x reader x natasha romanoff
summary: your hopes of ever being with natasha are crushed when the black widow starts dating bruce. Around this time, you start developing a bond with wanda maximoff, something that doesn’t please natasha.
Natasha is true to her word and doesn't show up to movie night after the talk you have earlier that day.
But Wanda does, and she comes alone because, for some reason that she doesn't bother telling you, Pietro just couldn't join you tonight.
And it's all great, or at least it would be if only you didn't have Natasha's teasing voice on your head at every single moment you even glanced at the beauty laying by your side in your bed, reminding you that she knows about the apparently obvious crush you have on "your" Maximoff, reminding you that she still knows you better than anyone else.
And if Natasha knows, without any powers other than her intuition, what could Wanda also know with her ability to look into your mind whenever she wanted to?
You sat down on your bed, turning your head to find Wanda picking the sweets you had separated for movie night to choose which one she wanted, you had all of the best sour gummies you could find online there just because you knew she enjoyed them so much, and you could see how Wanda would always grin when she saw the candy she liked there.
And she knew you hated those too, so you guess she also knew you kept them there only for her, right beside the gummy bears Natasha liked to chew on when she was stressed.
You sat down on your bed with the tv controller in hand, noticeably farther away from her than you usually would, and tried not to react in any way when Wanda glanced at you with furrowed eyebrows, confusion written all over her face as she observed the unusual space you left between you.
"What do you wanna watch?" You ask, after a moment too long of awkward silence that just makes you too uncomfortable as she only continues to stare at you without uttering a word in answer.
Could she be reading your mind right now? Should you do something about it? Is it true that if you scream in your head she will wince?
You stop yourself from thinking further about it, it's a dumb idea to scream in your head. If you wanted to scare the witch away maybe you should imagine Clint naked, that would do the trick, but is it worth doing so if it would traumatize you as well?
"You're acting weird today, is everything ok?" Wanda's thick accent reaches you before you can even notice she's moved closer, and you almost fall off the bed as you turn around to find the witch leaning closer to look at you with a worried expression on her pretty face.
Damned be the Maximoffs and their disregard for personal space, she's way too close right now, and you feel like you can't breathe because every time you do the only thing you smell is the scent of the strawberry lotion that Natasha gave her as a gift now that they're the best of friends these days, the same lotion the Black Widow loves and has been using for the last decade, it surprises you that Natasha would share something she kept only for herself for so long, especially with Wanda.
"I'm fine, my shoulder is just hurting a little bit." You force yourself to smile, pointing to where you were shot. It's not a lie anyway, it still hurts a bit just like any bullet wound would, and it's the best excuse you can give.
Wanda's face softens in understanding, and the witch light touches your arm while staring at the spot you were hurt with a hint of pain in her eyes. "Oh. I thought you might be mad at me." She laughs, and it's awkward because you can see in her face how she's bashful about admitting it.
Those moments are rare now that you've gotten closer, and each time they happen you feel an overwhelming need in your chest to comfort her, Wanda still believes you might get mad at her for things you really don't mind, things that happened in the past when she was still your enemy, things she shouldn't say sorry for because they were out of her control.
And though you've assured her the avengers don't care about the things she's done anymore, sometimes you can still see the lost girl that took the first opportunity to get out of a bad place in the way she lowers her head and looks away from you.
"I'm not mad at you." You smile at her, trying to comfort the young witch by reaching out to her with your hand and tucking a strand of hair that was falling on her eyes behind her ear.
Her eyes found yours, confused and startled, as she leaned just a little bit against the warmth of your hand, and you couldn't stop yourself from letting your thumb trace her flushed cheek with reverence, only then noticing the same warm feeling on your own face.
Wanda's expression changed then, and you were terrified to watch the way all signs of confusion and shock vanished from her face to give way to a completely different thing, her lips curling in a delicate smile as her eyes became impossibly soft as if she had found the answer to every doubt she ever had during her whole life in that exact moment.
And just when you least expected it, Wanda Maximoff kissed you.
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The high price of love // Part 2
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Loving and desiring someone are the best things a human can possibly do. But what happens when you feel these things for a woman much older than you?
Word count: 2.558 || 6.167
Warnings: fluff; angst; milf; smut (+18 only!)
All parts || Part 1
“No fucking way!” Ned speaks much louder than he should and draws the attention of some of the students and monitors around you.
"Dude, shut up!" You complain in a low voice and he just laughs softly, putting his hand over his mouth.
Ned is a physics monitor and is one of your closest friends, so you saw no problem in sharing with him what happened between you and Wanda. But maybe doing it while you’re both working wasn't such a good idea.
"What's going on, losers?" You hear a female voice approaching you and you squeeze your eyes shut, knowing you were fucked. Robin was your other close friend, but you intended to take as long as you could to tell her, because the blonde wasted no time in teasing you about absolutely anything.
"(Y/n) is dating a milf!" Ned tells her, and you widen your eyes. "Dude!" you say, slapping him on the shoulder. "I'm not dating her," you explain, taking a sip of your water in an attempt to wash away the bitter taste that has formed in your mouth. "So she is a milf?" Robin asks with raised eyebrows and an amused smirk on her face.
The conversation is irritating you and the heat in your cheeks irritates you even more. "I'm not having this conversation." You declare but the other two smile amused. "She's friends with her aunt." Ned explains and Robin agrees with a mocking expression and you groan in irritation. "You know what? Gossip all you want, I have work to do."
You grab some notes and turn to a student who is approaching your desk. You try to calm down, but it’s impossible with the two idiots giggling behind you.
"You’re home!" You say excitedly as you enter the house and see Nat lying on the couch, reading some documents. She looks up at you with a wide smile and stands up, walking over to you and giving you a tight hug.
"Did you miss me?" she asks with raised eyebrows and you make a dismissive noise with your mouth. "Of course not, I can't stand your face anymore." You scoff and she chuckles.
"Well, it's my house, you can move out whenever you want." She retorts and you put your hands on your chest with a grimace and she laughs.
"How was your weekend?" She asks casually, walking to the kitchen and pouring you both some juice. The question is simple but makes you break into a cold sweat with the memories of Saturday night flashing fast in your brain. "Normal, no big deal." You say, trying to sound as chill as possible and sigh in relief when Nat hums in agreement.
"I was thinking about how we don't have any emergency contact." She comments, handing you one of the glasses and you frown. "We have the neighbors." You say and she rolls her eyes, "The neighbors hate us.
"Maybe they wouldn't if you didn't complain about every single noise they make." You retort with a mocking smirk and she smiles too, rolling her eyes and giving your shoulder a small nudge.
"I'll give you Wanda's phone number later." She says naturally and you get even more nervous. "Why would I need Wanda's number?"
"You know how emergencies work, (Y/n)?" She asks with a mixed expression of mockery and confusion. "Just in case you need an adult when I'm not here."
"I’m an adult." You retort feeling slightly annoyed. You’re about to turn 23 and Nat would still treat you like a teenager. Normally you would find her behavior amusing, but this time a strange irritation takes hold of you and it surprises you. But you quickly try to push it away.
"I know you are." She says with a gentle chuckle. "But there are things we can't do alone." She explains and you swallow dryly, those words having a completely different meaning than she imagines.
"It's just a precaution." She concludes, waking you from your thoughts and you nod in agreement, trying to disguise your anxiety, and Nat smiles one last time before returning to the couch and going back to reading her papers.
Hey, Nat gave me your number in case of an emergency.
You press send and immediately hate yourself for the stupid message. But your martyrdom is short-lived, because your cellphone vibrates a few minutes later.
And is this an emergency now?
You stare at the message, not knowing what to make of her words and nervously wiggle your fingers before typing your reply.
Not really, it was just to let you know.
What a shame, I thought it was an emergency.
You laugh, biting your lip before typing your answer. You type a few things but nothing seems good enough, so you just send a wide-eyed emoji and then she replies with a blinking emoji.
You smile at the phone for a while, but your bedroom door opens and you startle, blocking the device and putting it away in your pocket.
"Jesus, Robin!" You say when you see the girl walking into your room. You take a deep breath, trying to get your heart beating normally again, and the blonde laughs.
"Sorry, were you sexting your milf?" She scoffs and you shush her, widening your eyes. "Keep it down, dammit!"
"Relax, your aunt is watching a movie downstairs." She reassures you, throwing herself on your bed. "What are you doing here anyway?" You ask and the girl rolls her eyes. "You invited me a few days ago so we could work out the questions for the mock exam, did you forget?"
She says amused and you assume a thoughtful expression for a while as you revisit your memories and then remember that you did invite her. "Well, you could have at least knocked on the door." You say finally and she agrees with a mocking expression. "You're right, what if you were sending a nude to yo-”
You pick up a used sock that was lying next to your chair and throw it at Robin's face, who stops talking immediately and lets out a groan of disgust and frustration.
You laugh, and turn on your notebook, while opening some of your books to start working. Robin opens her backpack and also starts opening some of her books.
The two of you discuss for a while the content and question models you want to use. You type one of the questions that Robin dictates to you but when she abruptly stops talking you look at her.
The blonde is looking at you with a mischievous smirk and you swallow dryly, knowing that nothing good is coming of it. "What?" you ask impatiently and she raises one of her eyebrows, the smile never leaving her face. "Do you call her mommy?"
It’s Saturday and you have to do your best not to show all the nervousness that is consuming you.
Wanda has invited you and Nat for lunch and now you’re standing in front of the redhead's front door. You haven't seen Wanda since that night. The idea of seeing her again along with the uncertainty of what it’ll be like only increase the chance of you having a heart attack at any moment.
Soon you hear the doorknob open and reveal Wanda right away. She’s even more beautiful than you remember, which you thought was impossible. She smiles at Nat and then at you, her green eyes sparkling as they meet yours.
You greet each other and Wanda hugs Nat and then you soon after. The smell of her perfume makes your whole body shiver. Her body against yours brings back the memories of last Saturday and as you pull away, you notice that Wanda's pupils are slightly dilated, indicating that she’s had the same thoughts as you.
Wanda guides you inside the house to the living room and you smile at the cozy decor of her home. Quick footsteps catch your attention and you turn around, seeing two little boys running up to you. They both smile at you and you smile too, thinking they’re the cutest little kids you’ve ever seen.
The redhead instructs the boys to greet you, and they do, and you almost melt from the cuteness. "Do you like Star Wars?" Billy asks excitedly pointing to your t-shirt and you laugh softly. "Yes, I do!" You reply in the same tone and both boys smile happily. "We have a bunch of Star Wars action figures, do you want to see?" Tommy asks and you have to hold back the urge to squeeze their cheeks.
"I'd love to!" You reply with a genuine smile on your face and Wanda looks up at you. "You don't have to." She says smiling tenderly and you return the smile. "It's no problem at all." She keeps her eyes locked on yours for a few more seconds before looking away.
Wanda guides you and Nat to the couch in the living room while the boys run to their bedroom to get their toys. Wanda sits in the armchair and Nat sits on the end of the couch right next to her. You sit in the middle of the couch and soon the boys arrive carrying a bunch of toys and join you.
Wanda and Nat chat while you interact with the kids. The boys show you each of their toys and excitedly tell you which ones are their favorites and which scenes from the movies they like best. You give them your full attention, with a smile on your face. They ask you which toys you liked best, what your favorite scenes and characters are, if you also have action figures, and you laugh amusedly at their enthusiasm, answering all their questions.
Wanda watches the interaction carefully, her heart warming at seeing you getting along so well with her children. The fact that Billy and Tommy seem to like you so much stirs her in a way that Wanda can't understand, so she shakes her head, trying to push those new feelings away, and stands up.
She invites you to the table so that she can serve lunch and you offer to help her bring the things over. She says that it’s not necessary, but you insist so she accepts. She tells Tommy and Billy to go wash their hands and Nat offers to help them.
Wanda leads you into the kitchen and you try to ignore the discomfort that begins to form in the pit of your stomach at the fact that you and Wanda are alone.
She looks at you with loving eyes as she hands you one of the platters. You hold the item firmly and open your mouth to say something, but Wanda holds your face firmly and connects your lips in a gentle kiss. You sigh, surprised and delighted by the redhead's action.
With no time to waste, you gently bite Wanda's lower lip, and when she moans softly in surprise, you take advantage of the space between her lips to slide your tongue inside her mouth. Your tongues touch, and you both shudder at the sensation.
Everything about Wanda is so addictive and intoxicating, you would kiss her forever if you could. But you can't, and as soon as you hear footsteps getting louder, Wanda pulls away from you immediately and you two carry the food to the living room table, pretending that nothing happened.
You serve yourselves and as soon as you start eating you and Nat compliment her lunch and Wanda smiles gratefully. You eat in silence for a while until Billy breaks it.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asks looking at you and you almost choke on your food. "Billy." Wanda scolds him in a firm voice and you laugh, waving your hands dismissively. "It's okay." You say looking at Wanda and then turn your attention back to Billy, who is watching you with innocent curiosity. "No, Billy, I don't have a boyfriend. In fact, I don't like boys."
You explain and the two boys exchange sad looks. "You don't like us?" Tommy asks, his voice disappointed, and the two older women try to contain their giggles at the innocence of the children.
"Of course I like you! In fact, you are my favorite boys in the whole world." You reassure them and they smile, but Billy's face lights up for a moment when an idea seems to cross his mind. "You have a girlfriend then?" He asks and you laugh at the boy's cleverness. "Enough gossip, you two." Wanda scolds the boys once again, but she smiles amused at the conversation.
"No, Billy, I don't have a girlfriend either." You reply and have to try very hard not to look at Wanda immediately afterwards. But you can still feel her eyes on you.
"Um what about that girl who came over the other night?" Nat asks with a teasing tone and you almost choke for the second time that lunch. Wanda tighten the grip on her glass, not liking the direction of this conversation.
"Robin?" you ask surprised and annoyed, laughing embarrassed before answering. "No way, she's just my friend."
"Do you like her?" Wanda asks curiously, trying to match Natasha's tone but you could see something else in her eyes. A mixture of irritation and insecurity. Jealousy, maybe? Probably not, a woman like Wanda has no need to feel jealous.
You clear your throat, realizing you took a little too long to answer, and shake your head dismissively. "No, Robin is just my friend. Nothing more." With your reply, Wanda looks away, but you can see the shadow of a smile on her face and you smile as well.
For the sake of your sanity, soon the subject changes, and you begin to talk about other things. After lunch, Wanda starts to clear the table. You get up and start helping her, and Wanda doesn't object. Billy and Tommy have cornered Nat and are now talking about something very excitedly, but Nat seems quite interested in the conversation so you just giggle.
You and Wanda take the things into the kitchen and this time the silence between you is awkward. Tense and heavy, maybe. You think about what might have caused this distance between you and the only thing that comes to mind is the conversation about Robin and you smile, incredulous. "Are you jealous of Robin?" you ask, unable to hide your smile and Wanda looks at you, surprised.
She tilts her head slightly, a smile appearing on her own lips. But it’s a different smile, an intimidating one. And the closer she gets to you, the more intimidated you feel. "No dear." She whispers and you can feel her breath against your lips. You swallow dryly and her smile grows. "I know that at the end of the day it's between my legs you want to put your head on."
Your breath hitches with her words and she bites her lip, looking down to your mouth. Without a second thought, you move toward her but before your lips can meet hers she turns and walks away.
You sigh, your head spinning rapidly at everything that has just happened. You watch Wanda walk away, a mischievous smile on your face. That woman would be the death of you.
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Dating Wanda Maximoff Headcanons
Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader
Romance with Wanda would be a slow burn, her being too nervous to express her feelings and you the same
You'd start off as friends but Wanda would mostly watch you from afar, a distant but warm smile on her face, learning about you before making too many moves
The two of you would already be isseprable before dating, always teaming up together on missions and spending all of your time in the compound in eachothers company
If you want to know how the two of you got together, blame Scott (or, rather, thank him) because he was definitely the last straw to get you two to confess
He assumed you and Wanda were already a couple, you practically acted like one, and made a comment on how cute the two of you were and how he loved having another superhero couple around admist gushing about Hope
Once you start dating, you're 1000x more affectionate
Already attached at the hip, everyone kind of expected it
The two of you are constantly holding hands, Wanda loves to lean her head on your shoulder
As for dates, I feel like you and Wanda try a bit of everything but your favourites are movies and rollerskating
There's a local rink that has an 80s night every Saturday and you and Wanda always go, the staff know you by name, and put together some of the best outfits for it
You also got custom matching rollerskates <3
And for movie dates, they're pretty evenly spread between dates in movie theatres and dates watching movies in your rooms
I usually like to go with petnames like 'honey' and 'sweetie' for Wanda, but she'd definitely give you some Sokovian petnames too, I specifically really like 'Draga' which from my research seems to translate into honey/sweetheart
Wanda favours watching movies at home, snuggled up in bed together with her head resting on you and you playing with her hair (and vice versa)
9 times out of 10, the two of you fall asleep midway through the movie entangled in eachothers limbs
Speaking of Sokovian, you start asking her to teach it to you and it makes her heart absolutely melt, living in the US and Pietro no longer being around means she isn't able to speak her native language often (if at all) so you learning it just for her is so intensely intimate
She'd sing to you in Sokovian a lot, especially if you have trouble sleeping, stroking your hair as she lullabies you to sleep
I absolutely love domestic activities with Wanda, I want to do nothing more than cook and bake with her (which I've actually wrote a fic on here)
Constant 'I love you's and words of affirmation
You definitely have a somewhat secret language where you can communicate with each other purely through looks
The avengers are super supportive of you guys but they also love to tease you a lot, Wanda getting all blushy and smiling coyly— she always looks to the floor with a smile and if you're already holding hands she gives it a soft squeeze
For the most part it's very pure relationship (but if yall wanna know about the unpure, i can do that 😈😈) and the two of you bounce off of each other wonderfully <3
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Avengers Anatomy- 3- Rumors
This was going to be…fun, at least that's what you had to tell yourself not to choke the absolute shit out of someone.
If you really had to look at the bright side of the start of this hell of a day.
Dealing with idiot inters that break everything like fucking desrtucto, that's just great, thanks Alex.
Meredith was right though, the lab was stunning. New, but stunning with shiny machines, and science equipment.
Meredith stifled a giggle, but not a smile, as she stepped forward, clearing her throat. “Let’s try not to break anything else, we have two patients that have a unique contestation, and we’re going to do the ver best we can to eliminate said constitution.”
An intern raised their hand, and you nod to their direction.
“Is the constitution hereditary?” They ask. “Maybe we could try to get a relative
“No, it was an accident that caused this, an explosion occurred, and both received near fatal injuries, we need to get their CT scans, and MRI’s before we consider any course of treatment. “ You describe briefly.
”Your job is to study the file’s I copied for each of you,” Meredith continues. “Come to either me, or Dr. L/n with ideas, I don’t care how crazy.”
“Please make them make sense.” You add on, a small smirk playing on your lips. “You meet back here in twenty minutes once you think of some ideas and try to get those scans from Radiology, for now, one of you get me those vials you brought in.”
You go to the nearby sink and wash your hands for a few moments, grabbing a pair of sterile gloves, and take a seat on a lab chair, seeing an intern closest to the experimentation table bring over the tray of vials filled with different types of chemicals. Judging by the color, it seemed like variants of anesthetics, but diluted on one side, and another holds multiple vials of rich red blood.
‘Thank god Alex has a fucking brain.’ You smile to yourself, you grab a nearby Petri dish, and open the top carefully.
“Dr. L/n?” Meredith asks.
You hum in response “What’s up?”
“Should I play some music, and assist?”
You smile, and nod. “Differently please.”
You can’t see Meredith, but you hear the slight tapping on the phone, and the multiple footsteps departing and the door closing. The music flows throughout the empty lab, you close your eyes, and let out a happy sigh, before grabbing the vial labeled B.W and a pipette, taking a small amount and positioning it to the middle of the plastic dish. From your perphrial vision, you see blue navy scrubs next yo you.
“Alright then…let’s do this.” You mumble quietly.
Alex can’t believe he got the short end of the stick. Of all times that he had to watch over a patient, he has to wait for two avengers scans to be finished.
“Oh shit,” Alex sighed softly. “I thought you were down in the pit.”
Jo chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss to her husbands cheek. “Mer said you needed some help?”
“Yeah…I got two avengers who have a very pissed girlfriend.” He mumbles, gripping the clipboard.
“Wait…”Jo paused, placing a hand on her hip. “Avengers, here?”
“You never heard of the avengers?”
“No stupid, I just thought the avengers had their own hospital.” Jo laughed. “Isn’t where all our taxes go towards.”
“That’d be the case, but the explosion caused those…idiots to be transferred here.” He sighed. “I got a doctor from the hospital, but she’s…pissed.”
Jo raised an eyebrow, then gasped, laughing. “Wait, the damn doctor is one of the avengers girlfriend?”
“Two of them,” he laughs. “And it’s y/n.”
“Are you serious?” Jo smiled.”You can’t be serious.”
“As a damn heart attack.”
Jo snorted loudly, slapping her husband lightly on the shoulder. “I knew that girl got game.”
“Oh come on,” Alex sighed, leaning into the chair he sat on. “You can’t be serious.”
“You have to admit, she’s hot, rich, and smart. A damn near perfect partner.”
“I know.” Natasha smiled.
The female attending yelped loudly, stepping back from the desk. “Jesus Christ.”
Natasha chuckled softly. “Sorry, I guess you forgot to mute yourselves, or whatever you people do.”
“Sorry Ms. Romanoff, “ Alex apologized from he other side of the room. “We’re almost done, I just need a few more pictures, and I’ll send them up to radiology. “
“No worries, it’s only slowing down my impending doom.” Natahsa replied.
“You’re not going to die-“
“I’m talking about y/n. If you two don’t kill me…she definitely will.” She interrupts. “And it seems it might be real damn close.”
Alex snorted, chuckling before a swat on the back makes him jump in pain. “Hey, it’s true. Y/n has a temper, you know she’s going to want an apology.”
“I don’t think I did anything wrong.” Nat confessed. “I think I did the right thing.”
“You think getting Blast Belly is the aftermath of the right thing?” Jo asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay, maybe not that, but it’s my job, it’s Wanda’s job, its-“
“It could’ve been a better way, don’t you think?” Jo asked, glancing towards Alex.
“It was the heat of the moment.”
“She’s right jo, you can’t really think of those things when you’re trying to save the world.” Alex responded, leaning over to the computer, and typing a few words. “It’s not like she has an office job.”
“Boy,” Jo sighed. “Ignore him, you do know you have an abdominal rupture, right?”
“I don’t know enough doctor words for that,” Natasha chuckled.
“Let’s say your girlfriend is trying to save your life, if she doesn’t kill you first.”
“TODAY JOHN!!!!” Your voice booms out through the hospital.
Alex and Jo both turned to each other, a look of fear on their faces.
“Or someone else.” Alex mumbles to himself.
Natasha shook her head, giving the ghost of a smile.
“That’s why she’s my favorite.”
"Bet you fifty she's yelling at an intern," Alex mumbled to his wife.
"Hundred if it's to an attending." Jo retorted.
"Thousand if it's to one of the radio people that's supposed to be getting her something." Natasha joined in
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bitter (wanda maximoff x reader)
bonus: twitter bios
summary: trying to untangle your life from your ex isn’t as easy as it seems— and you might not be as upset as you should be.
warnings: wlw fic, plus size reader, swearing, fluff
author’s note: edit: i was genuinely gonna wait until tomorrow but as i added the read more i just hit the post button without thinking lmfao, so have this now i guess. thanks for sticking around, if you have. bitter is finally finished!! time to move onto the next project i stretch out for almost a year :)
epilogue | series masterlist | main masterlist
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bitter (wanda maximoff x reader)
summary: trying to untangle your life from your ex isn’t as easy as it seems— and you might not be as upset as you should be.
warnings: wlw fic, plus size reader, swearing, fluff and excitement?? idk anymore
author's note: this story has been a long time coming, i know. i truly appreciate everyone who has followed along, you're all wonderful and i'm glad a few of you have enjoyed this as much as i have writing it. there'll be a small bonus part, but since it's not important, i won't tag anyone in that. that should be posted probably tomorrow, anyway. so be on the lookout for it! and thank you again! and pls read the disclaimer below
disclaimer: the november 4th date is set in 2021, but the texts with wanda are set in 2026 :)
nineteen | series masterlist | bonus: twitter bios
tags: @imnotasuperhero @wintermuteway @pianogirl2121 @madamevirgo @stop-drop-and-drumroll
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Working with the Avengers was something you didn’t expect at first. You were qualified as the best inters during the qualification test, directly called to Nick Furry’s office to get the result. You’re drenched in a cold sweat at first but the moment when he grabbed your hand for a handshake, you’re relieved with it. He’s your mentor also your boss, working under his wing is a roller coaster of emotion. At first, you thought that he’s only nice to Captain Marvel, but he’s also nice to you.
He introduced you to Wanda, two months later, she’s the cutest Avenger around, she’s kinda shy at first, but the moment she saved you from a flying car gave you a perspective that she’s one of the strongest members. She can be very random at some points, she brings you a cup of coffee and a slice of tiramisu to your working room, astonished you.
“I thought you were gone to bed already.”
“Nah, I was watching TV and thought I can pay a visit here.”
“Thanks, but, how did you know I wanted these?”
“Uh… A lucky guess?” She scratches her head, leaving you with the night snack, she’s blushing hard on the way out. From that moment, you know that it wasn’t a lucky guess, because what did you want was rather specific, she refused to talk about it.
Time flies with this superhero team, there’s always a new thing every day that you can’t possibly find anywhere, also getting close with Wanda is super awesome. She often creates imaginary animals and lets you touch them, it feels funny on your fingers. But you don’t like it when it comes to her mind-reading, she gets overly worried over little things that could be easily solved. Even if you tell her everything’s fine, she refuses to believe that and will try to help you in every way.
You live alone in your apartment, you asked her to move in with you and she agreed, she doesn’t have many things in the Stark tower either. Whenever she’s not busy, she cooks for you, it’s such a benefit for you to try Sokovian food rather than instant or take-out food. She’s not only good with cooking or mind-reading, but she also loves to hear your thought sometimes and you can tell her your problems.
Everybody knows that Wanda is attached to you most of the time, bringing you snacks or pay a visit to your working room. It feels like she’s bugging you when she intervenes at the wrong time, asking whether you’re okay or not. You haven’t eaten breakfast yet, only the leftover cake from last night, nothing in the kitchen either, Natasha taps your shoulder.
“Want anything? I’m going out now.”
“Y/n wants a blueberry muffin.”
“Can you get me and Sam bagels and cream cheese?”
“Hey, change my order, I can’t eat too much sweet food.” She nods and walking to the lift, Wanda approaches you.
“Please don’t read my mind too often, that’s not good.”
“Sorry, I thought…”
“Not now, babe, I’m really busy today. Don’t you have a training schedule today? Off you go.” You kiss her head and tell her to go for her training routine. Going to a conference with Nick Fury makes you forget about groceries, fried chicken and fries are your shortcuts for the day. You entered the house and smell something delicious, she already set the table with plates, garlic bread, and apple juice.
“Oh, hi, babe. I was just about making omelets.”
“No need, I already brought these.” You smile and put the food on the table, you’re glad that you’re home before she made another food. She talks a lot before sleeping, mostly about her training, and said that she missed you today because the conference was in the next city. When you tell her that she should stop her habits, she pouts.
“Why you didn’t let me read your mind, darling?”
“First; that’s rude because you often do that, second; not everything on my mind is your main concern, and third; some things aren’t meant to share. Do you understand, babe?”
“I’m sorry if you hate that.”
“It’s fine, we should go to bed now.” You kiss her goodnight and having a nice sleep. Six months have passed, you wanted to surprise her with dinner, but you keep your mind empty, afraid she’ll find out first, therefore your plan failed miserably.
“A dinner? That sounds romantic.”
“Thanks, Nat. Could you distract her today for me, please?”
“Leave it to me, lover boy. I’ll distract her today, don’t worry.”
“I know you’re the best for this job, Nat.”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere. Tell me about the restaurant later, see ya.” She waves goodbye, off to her training session. You’re happy that you don’t have much job today because you’ve finished most of the reports yesterday, for the sake of the dinner date tonight, Furry won’t let you slack off today and assigned you to collect the data on the field. You finished before your shift ended, giving you some free time to use the shower there, checking your girlfriend is talking with the fellow Avengers, slinging an arm across her shoulder.
“Ready to go home, babe?”
“Sure, let’s go.”
“Are we going somewhere tonight?” She wonders on the way, but you didn’t spill a single thing, arrived at the restaurant, she gasped.
“A dinner?” You nod, enter the place, already reserved a table, eating the delicious food, you love to see the smile across her face, humming.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you wanted to take me for a dinner?”
“Then it’s not a surprise anymore, no fun.”
“How did you know that I love prawn spaghetti?”
“You always make it obvious. But that’s not all… Waiter.” The waiter comes and puts the desserts on the table. She eats the cake happily, that’s her favorite too, she didn’t know that you treated her to her favorite foods makes her wonder on the way home.
“So, you can read my mind too now?”
“Nope, I’m just a human.”
“Am I allowed to do that again?”
“Okay, we need to talk about this habit of yours again.” You laugh, driving back home, but that talk is indeed necessary.
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random prompt list 1 ;)
you can send requests from this (from one up to three lines)
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“why the hell is your phone on light mode?”
“my stomach hurts, my head pounds and you’re talking too loud!”
“will you please watch howl’s moving castle with me?”
“go on, make a fool of yourself.”
“ladies and gentlemen, may i present to you-“ “who?” “well, i didn’t think of it that far.”
“sorry, do you mind if i punch him in the face?”
“it’s for the aesthetic.”
“sorry, i’m busy.” “doing what?” “making my pinterest board.”
“how in the hell did you get in here?”
“WHAT IS GOING ON”
“i’m a bad bitch you can’t kill me.”
“sorry is my existence bothering you?”
“for fuck’s sake please kiss me.”
“so do i put my hand here?”
“who ate my blueberry cake?”
“it was my grandma’s idea.”
“stop looking at me like that.”
“hi! my name is — and i’d like to meet your cat.”
“you?” “what’s so surprising about it?”
“i told them you’re my gay cousin.”
“that’s not the worst of it.”
“she’s been sitting on that couch for four hours, i’m starting to get worried.”
“why would they do this to me?”
“i just want a dragon.”
“miss/mr —, please get to the information center, we’ve got your boyfriend/girlfriend.”
“don’t mind him, it’s not your fault you’ve got body like a greek god.”
“are you on drugs?”
“sheesh” “what does that mean?” “i don’t know”
“someone’s grumpy today”
“we’re adults.” “and?”
“i don’t like you like that”
“it’s not likely he’d be as stupid as he’s tall but here he stands.”
“would you kiss me if i was a toad?”
“my only friend is death.”
“isn’t he/she cute?”
“it’s not my problem you don’t like chocolate!”
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Odds (Ch. Three)
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader x Natasha Romanoff (F/F)
Summary: “Right person, wrong time” doesn’t always work the way one thinks it would.
Word Count: 4.9k
Author’s Note: Hi guys! It’s been a while. I should’ve probably written the entire story before publishing the first chapter. The direction of this story has changed so many times. I will be trying my best to wrap this mini-series up soon. So, expect a few more chapters. Sorry if there are any errors by the way. As always, I hope you enjoy.
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(Chapter One) | (Chapter Two)
Working on a Thursday night is not what I had planned. I can’t really complain though. Spring break’s coming up soon for the university students and Tony promised to not make me work during those days. It’s not like he could have anyways, since he’s practically let me make up the work schedule for the past three years. It’s the thought that counts though. Plus, the place is kind of dead on the weekdays anyways.
As I’m wiping down the sticky bar, I notice a certain redhead. I give her a small smile, not really sure why she’s here tonight. “No Pietro?”
Wanda approaches the bar and takes a seat on one of the stools. “Pietro’s coming soon,” she states.
I nod. “I’m surprised he didn’t come in before you,” I say, grabbing a shot glass from behind me, filling it with tequila and sliding it to a costumer on the other end of the table. Wanda looks at me, impressed. “He loves practicing sliding the drinks across the bar table.” I go back to wiping down the stickiness of the alcohol.
“Yeah, I’m surprised Tony hasn’t gotten mad over how many glasses he’s broken,” she seems to be stifling a laugh. “Has he?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I just work them off to pay for new ones. It also helps that Pietro catches some of them before they get the chance to break.”
Wanda’s eyebrows raise a bit. “You should be having Pietro work to pay for new ones.” Meeting her gaze, I tell her it’s no big deal. They’re not that expensive. She presses her lips before sighing. “Actually, there’s a reason why my brother’s not breaking more glasses at the moment,” I give her a questioning look. She seems to hesitate before adding, “I told him we were meeting up at a different time.”
Chuckling lightly, I ask, “Is it because of how many glasses he’s broken? I promise that Tony doesn’t care that much.”
“No, it’s not that,” I tilt my head in curiosity. “Although, you would think Pietro would at least be getting the hang of it by now.” I nod, amused by her comment. Meanwhile, she scrunches her nose. She’s the cutest whenever she does that. “I just wanted to talk to you without him around… or anyone else for that matter.”
Glancing around the room, I lean over the bar a bit. “Well, aside from the other two costumers,” I tease in a whisper, “I give you my undivided attention.” I lean back, returning to my original position.
Wanda smiles but there’s some uncertainty in it. “I wanted to apologize,” her eyes are intense to say the least. “I shouldn’t have ghosted you. I shouldn’t have done any of the things I did to you.”
Averting her eyes, I take the rag I have and fling it so that it’s over my shoulder. “I don’t need another apology,” I remark, referring to all the other ones she’s given me before. “What I need is for you to keep your word,” I meet her gaze again. “Your word on us being friends. I’m not asking to be close or anything.”
“I will,” she nods quickly, “I promise. You’re stuck with me.”
Narrowing my eyes on her face, I decide to believe her. My guard isn’t going down fully though, not until she proves it. “We’ll see about that, Maximoff,” I half-tease.
“You’ll definitely see,” she smiles. That brings me back to the conversation I had with Natasha on Saturday. Déjà vu or what?
“I guess now’s a good time to let you know, since I didn’t at the party,” I take the rag from my shoulder, “I’m digging the new hair color. It suits you.”
She looks at me with amusement in her eyes and a laugh being repressed. “Thank you but since when do you say dig?”
I look down, a grin making its way onto my face. “I guess I picked it up from a friend,” my attention goes back up and I notice Wanda has a displeased look on her face. “Do I need to get you a drink?” I ask while turning around, grabbing different liquors and juices. Facing Wanda again, I start making her one without waiting for an answer.
A few minutes later, I place a drink in front of her. “What is this?”
“Just try it,” I urge her, excitement written across my face. Wanda hates when alcohol tastes like alcohol after all so this should go well.
She quirks an eyebrow but takes a sip from the straw anyways. The expression in her eyes shows it all. “This is amazing,” the newly red-haired girl compliments.
“That’s the reaction I was hoping for,” I say in relief. “It’s a Sex on the Beach.”
Wanda, still sipping on her drink, almost chokes as those words leave my mouth. “Sorry,” she apologizes, her face turning a light shade of pink quite fast. “I’ve heard of it before, just never had one.”
“Right,” a laugh escapes my lips. The comment making her face a deeper shade of pink. “I should probably stop doing that, right?” I ask, glancing behind the woman and returning my attention back to her.
“Stop doing what?” her face is slowly losing its blush.
“Making implications,” I turn back to face the liquor, throwing the rag in a basket so it could be washed later. “When there’s no implications to be made, that is.” Grabbing triple sec, anisette, and tequila from the shelves, I turn back and place them on the metal table where I had made Wanda’s drink. I mix about an ounce of each and pour the mixture into a long, thin glass.
“Already have my drink ready for me?” Pietro’s voice gets everyone to face him. “Isn’t that sweet?”
I playfully roll my eyes, placing the newly made drink to the left of Wanda’s. “What are you guys doing here on a weekday? Shouldn’t you all be coming in tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Wanda answers, Pietro taking a seat in the stool next to hers. “But today was our last class before the break. Being here one day before isn’t going to hurt anyone.”
“That and,” Pietro snickers, “Wanda may have asked Tony when your next shift was at the party.”
Wanda throws a glare in his direction. “You didn’t have to mention that part,” she says through gritted teeth, possibly not wanting me to hear. But I totally did.
“Yeah, well, you didn’t mention that you were coming here earlier than planned.”
My eyes dart between the two as I listen to them bicker. “Just don’t start a bar fight, you two,” I joke, trying to take away the slight awkwardness in the room.
“Before I start drinking,” Pietro protests, “I want to practice sliding the glasses, if that’s okay.”
“Nope,” Wanda answers before I could. “You’ve broken way too many shot glasses.” He gives Wanda his puppy dog face, which is actually pretty effective with everyone. “Oh fine,” her face shows defeat, “but you’ve been at this for a while. Let (Y/N) help you this time, please.”
Pietro agrees, readily. Seconds later, he’s beside me. “The trick is to make sure the bar is sticky,” I inform, leading him to a section a few inches away from where Wanda’s sitting. “It creates friction, slowing down the glass when you slide it.”
“You’ve been letting me slide glasses on clean surfaces,” Pietro frowns at the realization. “Although it’s fun breaking glass,” he smiles, probably at the remembrance of the times he’s practiced.
I shake my head, one side of my lips quirking up a bit. “I tried telling you but you kept insisting that you had it. I didn’t want to stomp on your confidence,” nudging him, I add, “I’ll have you being a pro at this by the end of the night.”
“Good,” he announces, “I want to impress people with this one day. I hope it’s soon.”
“How soon exactly?”
“Tomorrow, maybe? If that’s okay with you, I mean,” his puppy dog eyes are directed at me.
“You want to try that tomorrow night? In a bar filled with people?” Wanda quirks an eyebrow, getting me out of Pietro’s adorable trance.
“Um, we should get to practicing then,” I hand him a shot glass. “This will definitely impress somebody tomorrow night.”
Pietro takes his position, I move back a bit to give him room. The rest of my shift passes quickly, and calmly, with only a few glasses being broken. By the end, Pietro got the hang of it. Though, he makes time to drink the drink that’s been sitting at the bar. We high five each time he slides it successfully. The costumers join us in cheering a couple of times before they leave.
“Thank you!” Pietro exclaims as it’s near closing time, lifting me up and giving me a spin. I haven’t seen him this happy in a while. “Next time, can you teach me how to toss the bottles and catch them? You know, while making the drinks.”
“Sure,” I chuckle, even though that may not be the best idea. He smiles once more before saying goodbye. He tells Wanda he’ll see her at their house, opting for an Uber ride since he’s off to meet other friends. “And then there were two. Are you good to drive home?” glancing down, I add, “or is Vision picking you up?”
“Vision’s probably asleep right now. He also lives in Brooklyn and I don’t expect him to want to drive over an hour to pick me up from a bar just to spend another hour driving back,” she stirs her straw in the empty highball glass. So, Vision and Wanda haven’t moved in together just yet. That brings me relief, although I know I shouldn’t care at all in the first place. “That and,” she chuckles, “I wouldn’t really know how to give him directions to a bar with no name, since it also appears not to be on any maps whatsoever.”
Laughing along with her, I say, “it has a name.”
“Oh, really?” her eyebrows knitted, eyes glistening. “What’s the name of the bar?”
I shake my head, attempting to appear serious. “That is super, top-secret information. I’m afraid I cannot tell you.”
“This bar has no name, does it?” Wanda grins.
“Nope,” I press my lips, “I don’t think it does. Bucky, Peter, and I just walked in here one day and the rest is history.”
She nods. “I should probably get going.”
“Are you okay to drive though?” I ask once again.
Wanda presses her lips and nods. “I’ll be okay,” she gently places her hand on top of mine, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
With that, she takes her hand away from mine. “Text me when you get home,” I remind her.
“Will do,” she says, heading towards the exit.
By the time I lock everything up, Wanda texted me that she got home safely. It doesn’t take long for me to shower and go to bed once I get home.
“Just a friendly reminder that Sam and I are going to visit you at work today,” Bucky comments, rushing to get his jacket and shoes on.
“I know I don’t have the best memory but,” I remark, “I don’t need to be reminded. You guys come by every Friday. You’ve been doing this for years now.”
Bucky fake scoffs, his hand now on the door handle. “You’re going to miss me reminding you one day.”
“You’re not wrong,” a small smile on my face, “I’ll have your drinks ready as always.”
Bucky sprints my direction, planting a peck on my cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I reply, wiping the part of my cheek that he just kissed. “Please, never do that again. I will punch you next time.”
My best friend rolls his eyes. “You said that last time and every other time before that,” he says as he reaches the door. Bucky blows kisses my way before he heads out. I would say I can’t stand him but that’d be a lie.
As always, my day goes by quickly. I find myself behind the bar once again, hours into my shift. This time the place is packed with people. It doesn’t seem like it at first glance though because of how it’s set up. There’s plenty of space between the booths, tables, and bar. I honestly have no idea how others have found out about this place but maybe they had the same luck Bucky, Peter, and I had when we first found it.
“You look like a mess, my friend,” I turn my attention to a familiar voice, after handing out several drinks to a group of people. Finding her smile, I try to return it but I feel exhausted. “What time’s your break? It looks like you might need it soon.”
Pretending to be offended, I gasp. “Are you saying I look unattractive?” I joke. “Well, there goes my tips for the night.”
“More like a hot mess,” she replies, her eyes showing amusement. “I’m sure you’re going to get all the tips tonight.”
“I thought I wouldn’t be seeing you until tomorrow morning,” I note, wanting to move on from her comment that makes me feel flustered. I begin taking other people’s orders to help with this, still making sure to pay attention to Natasha.
“Bucky wanted me to tell you that he and Sam weren’t coming over tonight,” I nod, giving out orders and still feeling confused. They’ve never missed a Friday since I began working here. “I don’t exactly know why Bucky didn’t tell you, or Sam,” she’s about to start rambling, making the corners of my lips perk up.
I didn’t realize I missed her lengthy talks until now. She usually made them when she felt the need to explain things, like being late to a hang out, not texting back for hours, or the few times she hung out with Bruce instead of me despite making plans already. All of which needed no explanation because life happens. She kept it up even after I told her she didn’t owe me any. When it wasn’t about that, Natasha passionately talked about her favorite artists and how much she misses her sister. I found the little rants adorable nonetheless. “I know I could’ve easily texted you that but I guess I just wanted an excuse to see you.”
My full attention is on her now, my coworker taking the drinks from my hands and giving them to the costumers. “You wanted an excuse to see me?”
She nods. “I want to make up for lost time,” I notice her swallow hard and take a deep breath afterward. She only does that when she’s nervous. I’ve noticed her doing that around Bruce a lot before they officially started dating, usually after saying something she thought would be risky. Natasha’s never nervous with me, at least I don’t think she is.
“I like having you around, Nat. From this point forward, we’re attached at the hip,” I say, gaining a smile as a response. “I don’t believe we’ve lost time though. Not really anyways.”
She looks at me confused. “We weren’t in each other’s lives for months. I’d say that’s time lost.”
I bite my lower lip, catching her stare at it for a quick second. Did she mean to do that? Okay, not the time. Should I even say what I’m thinking about saying? I mean, I feel it so I should say it, right?
“Well, how can two people who meet each other in every life-,” just as I begin explaining, I’m interrupted by a light tap on the shoulder.
It’s my coworker. “I’m so sorry but this guy wouldn’t stop asking for you,” following his gaze, I find Pietro at the end of it.
“Hey (Y/N),” Darcy, who’s standing right next to him, waves. The two quickly reach the spot where Natasha’s standing, giving her space since they don’t know her well enough to invade it, I’m guessing.
“How’ve you been Darsvader?” I ask the girl that I haven’t seen in a week. She shrugs in response with a small smile on her lips. “Well, let’s hope tonight’s better than any other day this week,” looking over at Pietro for a second, I notice he’s visibly nervous. I quirk an eyebrow. Shaking my head, I refocus my attention. “Where’s everyone else?”
“Monica’s still studying for her mid-term,” Darcy groans, much to my amusement. “An exam on a Saturday, can you believe that?” I shake my head, although I very much believed it because university schedules kind of sucked. “Wanda, on the other hand, is an enigma,” that, everyone knew all too well. “She said she might be coming tonight.”
Pietro chimes in with, “Wanda got caught up with something.” Lightly chewing my lip, I nod. She’s a busy person. “But,” he places his hand on top of mine momentarily, “she really wants to be here tonight.” The Maximoff’s surely couldn’t be more alike. Yet, they also couldn’t be more different.
“Yeah, she really does. For now, it’s just me and this weirdo,” Darcy pokes Pietro’s abdomen, making him chuckle. I catch a bit of pink forming on his cheeks. I tilt my head, lightly laughing at the sight.
“Darcy, this is Natasha. Would you mind taking her over to your usual table? I’ll be on my break soon. Pietro and I can take the drinks over.” The girl nods, leading my friend to a booth. Smirking, I look over at the silver-haired man. He looks back, kind of. He’s glancing between my eyes and the alcohol behind me. I narrow my eyes, “Pietro.”
“(Y/N),” he remarks, still not meeting my eyes fully. He’s definitely hiding something. I’m pretty sure I know what it is too. Pietro wasn’t too great at being subtle, this is one way Wanda and him differ. Narrowing my eyes even more, he sighs. Finally. “You’re not going to stop staring at me like that until I tell you, right?” I nod. He presses his lips, staring only at the bottles behind me now.
“You know what?” Pietro gives me his full attention, “you don’t need to tell me. Just help me with the drinks.” Making Pietro and Darcy’s usual drinks, as well as something I think Natasha would like, I hand two of them off to him. I let my coworker know I’m taking my break with a nod and a gesture towards the booth.
Darcy’s laugh is profoundly heard as we approach the booth. Taking a quick glance at Pietro, a smile is plastered proudly on his face. “(Y/N), why didn’t I meet her before?” Darcy asks as she sees us. “She’s got my sense of humor and she does martial arts. I mean, I’m not all that into boxing or karate or anything like it but I’m all for women who know how to kick someone’s ass.” Scooting over, letting Pietro sit beside her, she adds, “Nat’s your best kept secret.”
Sliding next to Natasha’s side of the booth, I place the drink I made in front of her. “Oh please,” I chuckle, “if anything, she’s my worst kept secret.” Darcy’s eyebrows knit together while Pietro gives me a knowing look. “I used to post about her all the time,” while explaining I remember, “but that was when I had barely met you guys… and around the time I stopped.”
My gaze on the table, I can hear how quiet our group had gotten compared to everyone else. Shit, I made it awkward. Although my group of friends didn’t know Natasha officially, they knew I had a weird, sort of, falling out with someone. I didn’t give a lot of detail, if any at all, but they noticed I wasn’t fully with them sometimes. Most times. I’m assuming Darcy put the pieces together. Pietro probably knew because of Wanda or the party last Saturday. Luckily, I can always count on Darcy to pull us out of situations like this.
“Ah,” she takes a sip of her drink, “you were afraid I’d steal her from you. Good call.”
Noticing Nat’s face is flushed, I smile. “She’s a treasure, that’s for sure.” Realizing how that sounds, I add, “not that I’m trying to objectify you.” She just shakes her head as a response, meaning she knows what I actually meant.
“Wow, (Y/N) being openly affectionate?” sarcasm’s oozing out of Darcy’s voice. “I’ve actually never seen that before. Natasha’s already bringing out a different side of you.”
“What are you talking about?” I feign being offended, “I’m plenty affectionate.”
Darcy chokes on her drink, chuckling. “Yeah, maybe with Bucky.”
I throw her a kick from underneath the table. “Ow!” Pietro exclaims. Oops.
After apologizing to him, the group continues talking for the rest of my break. Wanda still hasn’t shown up. Maybe she’s not coming. It’s alright though because I haven’t felt this connected to Pietro and Darcy in the past few months. It’s nice.
“Yeah, (Y/N) knows how to hold her liquor,” Darcy nods at me, making the other two turn their attention to me as well. I sheepishly smile, though I’m not entirely sure if that’s a good trait of mine.
Natasha’s just giving me a weak smile after the story she’s just heard. I don’t like her looking at me like that. Like I’m some lost puppy. She, and Bruce, are the only ones who ever really knew how bad my drinking habits were. Sure, I’ve gotten better since then but still.
“Well, look at the time. I should get back to work.” I don’t even bother pretending to look at the time. Sprinting out of the seat, I head back to my position behind the bar. Per usual, I slightly flirt with the costumers, but not really. This is how I mainly get my tips anyways.
As I’m passing the drinks to several costumers, I can’t help but feel Natasha eyeing me from the booth. She’s probably worried after Darcy’s comment. Suddenly feeling warmth and a weight on my hand, I look up excitedly. I sigh. Not Wanda. I quickly pull away my hand.
“Oh, come on,” I hear the voice following me as I walk to the other side of the bar. My jaw tenses up at just hearing the sound.
“Leave me alone,” I say as I do my best to avoid the woman that’s in front of the bar. It’s been over two years. I hoped she’d stop by now. “What didn’t you get about me never responding to your countless texts? Or when I blocked your number?”
“I accepted the challenge.”
Was she always so arrogant? Probably. “Challenges are made to be won. You lost me a long time ago,” I say as I take another costumer’s drink order. This is possibly the most unprofessional thing I’ve done at this job. And that’s saying a lot. Arguing in front of costumers isn’t ideal but this woman opens up old wounds so easily. I can feel heat rising up to my face from anger. “Not to mention, I wouldn’t like being a trophy. Especially to such a garbage person.”
“Ouch,” she feigns, holding her hands close to her chest, as if I broke her heart. As I’m about to head towards the tables, drinks on a tray, she grabs a hold of my free hand and forces my attention onto her. Luckily, no drinks spill. “It was a mistake. How many times do I have to apologize? How many times do I have to tell you that I’ve changed?”
“You’ll never change,” a voice behind me says. With the blonde distracted, I pull my hand away from her grip.
“Of course, you’d be here,” she scoffs. “Are you still trying to get (Y/N)’s love?”
I roll my eyes. “Why would I try to get what I already have?” my eyes widen at Natasha’s response. I wasn’t expecting that. My friend quickly takes my hand, intertwining our fingers.
“You two? Really (Y/N)? I can’t say I’m surprised. I always had a feeling you two were seeing each other behind my back.”
I’m livid at this point. Letting go of her hand, I give the tray to Natasha. “You want to talk? We’ll talk.” I say as I drag the other woman out of the bar where the costumers couldn’t exactly hear us. “You had no right to say what you just did. I gave you more than enough chances while we were together.”
“I mean, we weren’t really-” shushing her, I interrupt her go-to line.
“We were together. Just because we didn’t have a label for most of it doesn’t excuse how many times you kept choosing me second. I can’t tell you the number of mistakes I’ve made in my life— actual mistakes that I actively try preventing. But I had to own up to them and move on, whether I was forgiven or not. I still have so much to work on. Going back to you, in any sort of way, would be a disservice to myself. Move on.”
“I can’t. I love you, (Y/N).”
“If this is what being loved by you feels like, I don’t want it, Carol.”
“What’s going on here?” my attention should be turning towards the voice. Instead, my attention is on my hand that’s currently being held. Feeling a kiss placed on cheek, the next word I hear is, “Babe?”
My eyes flutter up. “What?”
“What’s going on?” Wanda repeats in a gentle voice, her gaze meeting mine.
“Who’s this?” my daze is broken. Seeing a smirk creeping its way Carol’s face makes me roll my eyes.
“I’m her girlfriend.” Well, I surely didn’t see that coming. Tonight’s full of pretend surprises, isn’t it? “I came as soon as I could. I have to tell you something. Or ask you something, I guess.”
Carol begins laughing loudly. “This is rich,” she claps her hands together. “You were giving me a lecture. Yet, here you are-”
The doors to the entrance of the bar open unexpectedly. It must’ve been the last call so now everyone’s being kicked out, not literally of course. “Why are you still here?” Natasha’s hurrying to my side, Pietro and Darcy not far behind her.
“Wait, so if she’s the girlfriend,” Carol points at Wanda once the group catches up. Here it comes. “Does that make you the mistress?” she directs it at Natasha. And there it is.
“Wait, what?” Natasha and Wanda sound equally confused. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on either. I catch Natasha’s eyes notice Wanda and I’s hands. When she looks back up, she doesn’t look anywhere near my direction.
Shaking my head, I quickly let go of Wanda. “Okay, this is enough.” Inching closer to Carol, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Stay away from me. Stay away from my friends— because I know for a fact that you’ve been keeping up with Bucky and Sam. Definitely stay away from Wanda,” I sigh, glancing at Natasha for a second. She’s still not looking at me. “Most importantly, stay away from Nat. Don’t you even dare think about her, or me, after tonight. You’ve done enough damage to last a lifetime as it is.”
With that, I grab a hold of the two people who’ve held my hand tonight and drag them back into the bar. I nod for Pietro and Darcy to follow us. I notice Darcy extending her hand to Pietro, dragging him along now too.
Plopping into an empty seat, Darcy huffs. “What just happened out there?”
“It was my ex.”
Darcy shakes her head. “No, why did she call Wanda your girlfriend?”
Pressing my lips, I turn to Wanda. “Maybe because Wanda told her she was my girlfriend.” Turning my attention to Natasha, “Carol thought I was cheating on you.”
“You two are dating?” they both ask me at the same time.
“No,” I chuckle, hoping it relieves the slight awkwardness in the room. “Next time both of you want to be my pretend girlfriends, tell me. We should coordinate.”
Wanda looks down, seemingly embarrassed. “Sorry about the kiss.”
“You kissed her?”
“On the cheek,” I interject. “Wanda wouldn’t cheat on Vision.”
“But you should show us that thing you learned yesterday, Pietro.”
Pietro’s face lit up. “You’re right, I forgot about that.”
Just like last night, Pietro is behind the bar. He kind of seems nervous now though. I lean in close to his ear, whispering and patting his shoulder, “you got this man. She’ll love it.”
He turns to face me with a smile and nods. I go back to giving him space. Pietro takes his position, sliding a shot of tequila across the bar table flawlessly.
“Pietro! You did it. I knew you could do it,” she compliments, putting her arms around his neck from over the bar. I smile at the sight.
“You know, I’m not really sure what it is about that trick that impresses so many people,” I whisper towards the other two girls. “Then again, it impressed me before I began overdoing it. Plus, Pietro’s happy.” I turn my attention back to Pietro and Darcy, both now in their own little world. I smile. When I face Wanda and Natasha, they’re both staring at me with dopey grins. My eyebrows knit together. “Why are you both looking at me like that?”
Shaking their heads, they both deny it. “I was just day dreaming.”
“Yeah, so was I,” Wanda says.
Quirking an eyebrow, I snicker, “Right.”
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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Sorry for your lost - Part I “I will grieve”.
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Summary: When your wife Natasha passes away in a car accident, a part of you dies with her. It takes a few months of mourning for your psychiatrist thinks the best alternative is for you to join a grief group. And there you meet Wanda Maximoff, and learn to live again.
Warnings: (+16) mentions of death, panic attacks and anxiety, grief, self sabotage, mentions of abusive family background, mutual attraction, explicit consent, therapeutic conversations about death, self-deprecation, healthy methods of coping with grief, possible triggers about anxiety, hurtful behaviors, domestic wanda.
Chapter warnings: Heavy angst, death.
Author’s notes: Hello readers! I'm finally back to posting something, but I disappeared for a good reason, I was writing three new series. And here is the first of them. I really enjoyed this work and it's something I've been trying to write since I watched WandaVision, and only now I've managed to put it into words. I am not finished yet, but there is only one chapter left, so your reading will not be affected. Pay attention to the warnings, and good reading!
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Chapter One - I’ll grieve.
You wished you could go back to sleep as soon as you opened your eyes. The sound of your alarm buzzed loudly throughout the room, and after putting it on snooze mode at least four times, you finally got annoyed enough to grab it and throw it across the room. But the sound continued.
Letting out a grumble of dissatisfaction, you pushed the comforter off you, and sat up in your bed. Your room was a mess, but you just skipped through the clothes on the floor to reach the phone, turning off the alarm through the new crack you made in the screen.
"Honey, are you up?" you heard your mother's distant voice calling you through the door, probably from the living room or the kitchen. "Don't forget your therapy today."
You sighed impatiently, running your hands through your hair. The damn group therapy.
Grumbling lightly, you forced yourself to take a shower, not wanting "poor hygiene" to end up on your progress report card.
A while later, when you were finished, you went into the kitchen. Your mother was using her laptop on the counter, and just waved at you.
"Are you going to take me?" You asked her with your hands in your pockets. Your mother took her eyes off the screen to evaluate the sweatshirt you were wearing, and you rolled your eyes at her disapproving expression.
"You know, you could try driv-"
"Mom" You cut her off in earnest, your heart racing momentarily. You don't drive. An she knows. Your mother sighs, putting her hands up in a sign of surrender.
"It was just a suggestion dear." She retorts as she stands up, reaching for her car key on the key rack exiting the kitchen. "But I'm busy with the store, you'll need to take the subway next time."
"Thanks for the support." You grumble as you step out in front and your mother lets out a wry chuckle.
You frown and let out a dissatisfied exclamation as you step outside feeling the sun's rays on your face.
"You're not a vampire, cut the drama." Mocks your mother by pushing you lightly to get you out of the way.
You grumble as you walk to the car. And when you are sitting on the seat, your mother is starting the vehicle and she asks:
"Are you sure you're not going to eat anything?"
Looking out the window, you just mumble that you're not hungry, and she shakes her head in disapproval before you back the car up. You don't speak any more on the way.
Your mother dropped you off in the parking lot of a gymnasium where the therapy group would be meeting. You sighed as you got out, and thanked her for the ride and the money she gave you to eat, even though you probably weren't going to use.
Resisting the urge to run away, you forced your feet to walk toward the place.
There were a few people at the door, but you didn't smile at any of them, entering the place with your head down and your hands in your pockets.
And then a woman greeted you, and put a little sticker with your name on your shirt when you gave her your papers.
Then she signaled the way you should go, and you ended up on the gymnasium court, where there was a wheel of chairs, and a table with food and drink, and several people scattered around, who you thought were part of your therapy group.
Sighing impatiently you made your way to the bleachers of the venue, hoping to be alone until the session started and you could leave.
Fortunately it wasn't long before the leader signaled for everyone to sit in the circle, and you sighed as you stood up. You ended up with one of the chairs on the far left opposite the therapist, which could be bad since he would see you clearly.
"Thank you very much for coming." Said the therapist smiling gently as his gaze roved over everyone in the circle. You kept your gaze on your shoes. He made a noise with his throat. "Who would like to start today?"
The silence lasted for a few seconds, but then someone was speaking. You forced yourself to come back to reality and pay attention.
"[...] and this is my fourth week around here." Said a woman in a leather jacket. You noticed the army lanyard around her neck. She was talking about an accident when you got distracted again. Lightly poking your eye with your finger, you tried to focus again, letting out a low sigh. And then the therapist was talking again.
"We have new faces today." He said and you felt your heart speed up. You absolutely did not want to talk in front of strangers. "Why don't you share with us, miss?"
You raised your gaze to meet that of the therapist, smiling gently at you. The rest of the group looked at you as well. Taking a deep breath, you began to wiggle your fingers on your leg.
"I don't... I've never been in a group." You say clumsily. "What should I say?"
"Whatever you wish to say." He answers with a smile. You swallow the urge to tell him you didn't want to talk at all. Realizing your lack of response, he is quick to add. "Why don't you tell us why you are here?."
You let out a dry laugh.
"I really didn't have much choice." You retort wryly. The therapist looks slightly surprised, but makes no mention of interrupting you. You let out a sigh before clarifying. "My psychiatrist, she...she didn't approve of my social ratings. She wanted me to talk to other people. People who... went through the same things I did." You count staring at the floor. When you look up again, the group still waits for you to continue, and you sigh, running your hands through your hair. "I haven't... I... I haven't talked to other people outside of my family in six months. Not since..."
You move your head, sniffling slightly as you straighten your posture. The therapist clears his throat.
"You just need to share whatever you are ready to tell us." He says gently, you nod slightly feeling extremely vulnerable. "But remember that this is a safe space. There is nothing to fear here."
And then he is talking about methods of easing the guilt, and dealing with the pain and you were distracted again. You would like to go back to bed. It must have taken a while, but the session is finally over.
The group dispersed around the room, and you went toward the therapist's desk to have him sign your schedule. He smiled as you approached.
"Miss Y/N/L, I was happy to hear that you would be joining us today." He said greeting you with a handshake. You nodded, taking the paper from your pocket. He chuckled, but accepted it. "You know, I'd like you to try to have a partner in the group, it's recommended for cases like yours."
"What do you mean cases like me?" You ask snidely, but he doesn't care.
"Doctor Harkness gave me your chart." He explained as he signed the paper you gave him while you frowned. "Extreme Social Anxiety in the first few months of treatment. Tendency to complete isolation, introverted..."
"Yeah I know my problems, buddy." You interrupt him with irritation. "You don't have to list them for me."
The therapist gives a lopsided chuckle, and holds out the signed paper to you. But he adds with a serious look:
"I'm here to help you, Y/N." He says. "Don't forget that."
You don't respond and take the paper, turning toward the exit.
Your week passes slowly and tortuously. Which is surprising because you barely get out of bed. And then it is group therapy day again, and you are making a new crack at your cell phone screen.
Your mother greets you with a pat on the back as you enter the kitchen, and she is walking past you toward her own room.
You know you have to take the subway today, and you are trying not to think about it too much. As you are walking out the door, your eyes pass quickly over your car key, and you think you have a flash of memory, but you shake your head quickly, pushing the thought away. And then you walk forward.
And you are late for the session, because you can't take the bus to the station, since your feet simply didn't obey you. But that's okay, you don't really care.
You weren't the only one who was late. When you went to enter the door, a red-haired woman bumped into you, also running to get in. She smiled slightly as she apologized, and you just made room for her to enter first.
"Sorry Stephen." She said to the therapist as soon as you two entered the gymnasium, "I had an emergency with the kids."
The man just shook his head with a smile, and waved for you both to sit down.
"And why were you late today, miss Y/L/N?" He asked you. You shrugged your shoulders.
"I didn't wanna come." You retorted and the group giggled, and the sudden sound startled you slightly, but you just sat with your arms crossed.
"Do you want to try again?" He retorted with light humor in his voice. And you bit the inside of your cheeks. And then you looked down at the floor.
"I couldn't get on the bus." You confessed next. Stephen looked at you tenderly, though, and you didn't like the feeling of your chest heaving slightly.
"And why do you think that happened?"
You shrugged, uncomfortable.
"I don't know. I... There were too many people." You said embarrassed. And then you started twiddling your fingers, feeling all eyes on you. "I just... I knew I'd have to say hello to the driver, and the conductor. And then I would pass strangers in the hallway, and one of them would sit next to me. And I just... I couldn't."
Stephen nodded slightly in agreement.
"It's okay, Y/N. " He stated. "No one is judging you here."
You let out a dry laugh, and Stephen blinks in surprise, which spurs you to explode.
"Everyone is judging me, Doc." You say through gritted teeth, swinging your leg. "It's as if I can hear the gears in people's brains forming opinions about me." You state with a sigh. "Like my mother for example. She...she...acts like I'm past the time of mourning." You explain with tears in your eyes. "Like there's a limit, and I'm extending her goodwill. Because it's been six months, and she doesn't want me to be sad anymore. But guess what? I don't know how to move on!" You state angrily. "I can't! If I don't miss her, what's left for me? If I don't... God, I can't do this."
And you stand up, wiping your tears away, and walk out of the gymnasium, heading for the restrooms. You feel your heart racing, and it's hard to breathe.
As you rest your hands on the sink, your brain starts to wander back to the day of the accident again. You choke, because it feels like you're sinking again. You see the water rising through the metal of the car. Your hands on the steering wheel, and then on the seat belt. You shake your head, pushing the images away, and rush to turn on the faucet in front of you and pour the water on your face.
You take a deep breath, trying to stop the tears. And then there is someone entering.
"Are you okay?" Stephen asks and you nod lightly, ignoring the trembling in your hands as you stare at him through the reflection of the mirror. "I gave a break to the group, wouldn't you like to walk with me?"
"I'm not good company right now." You grumble but he smiles, nodding slightly as if to repeat the invitation. You take a deep breath before turning around.
You walk silently and slowly to the outside of the gymnasium, and then he is speaking again.
"You were very brave today." He comments, and you let out a dry laugh. "Why don't you believe me?"
"I panicked today." You say. " It doesn't sound very brave to me."
Stephen smiles guiding you through the gymnasium entrance toward the parking lot.
"You talked about a trauma to a group of people." He says. "That takes a lot of courage, even if you don't believe it."
"I don't believe in anything." You grumble, but Stephen doesn't mind your hostility. He stays with his friendly posture.
"I would like you to accept my request from before." He said after a moment. "About a group partner."
You let out a sigh.
"I don't even know what that means." You retort with slight impatience as you reach the edge of the parking lot. You notice the garden a few feet ahead of you.
"It's like a therapy buddy." He explains with a smile. "We encourage socializing here. That's why Agatha recommended this group to you."
"Oh, of course you do. Agatha is a bitch." You wryly wipe your hands across your face. Stephen laughs lightly. "How does that work anyway? Do I have to hold someone's hand? Exchange friendship bracelets?"
"No, it's much better." He says with a chuckle. "You talk to that person. You exchange experiences with them. You learn to trust somebody else again."
"My god, it looks like a fucking Disney movie." You retort with irritation and Stephen lets out a laugh. And then you let out a sigh, shrugging your shoulders. "Okay, I'll do it. I have nothing to lose, and it seems that neither you nor Agatha will leave me alone if I don't agree."
"We want you to feel better. Don't take this as a punishment." He says, guiding you back to the gym. You nod slightly, thinking that it really does feel like punishment anyway.
You see Agatha the same week. Your appointments have been switched to monthly meetings instead of weeks as they were at the beginning of treatment, and while you appreciate the familiarity of seeing her, you can't help but feel irritated with her.
"Someone's grumpy." She comments as soon as you sit down on the couch in the room, to which you roll your eyes.
"You are always so very tender, Agatha." You mock as you cross your legs, hoping the time will pass soon.
Agatha laughs lightly, finishing tidying up a few things on her desk. And then she gets up and sits down in the armchair a few feet in front of the sofa where you are, carrying a small notebook in her hands.
"So, why don't you tell me how your your first two sessions in group therapy went?"
You let out a dry laugh.
"Like Stephen didn't tell you everything." You sneer and Agatha just smiles, waiting for you to speak. You let out an impatient sigh, before stating wryly. "It was amazing, doc. It only took two sessions for me to have a panic attack, so thank you for that."
"Why do you think that happened?"
You squeezed your eyes.
"I have no idea." You retorted. "I'm not the doctor here." Agatha laughs lightly, and then opens her notebook and starts writing something. You sigh impatiently. “Really, you're going to start that again?”
"If you don't talk, I write." She states simply, and you roll your eyes, shifting on the couch uncomfortably.
"Agatha, I just... I couldn't get on a bus, okay?" you tell her, and she closes her notebook to look at you attentively. You take a deep breath. "There were a lot of people. I don't mind walking anyway. It helps me think."
"You don't mind walking eight blocks?" She asks with a slight irony. "That's pretty athletic of you."
"It's weird that you know my address off the top of your head." You play lightly, and she just laughs, straightening her posture.
"Why don't you just tell me what you want to tell me?"
"Why don't you ask me what you want to ask?"
Agatha blinks slightly in surprise, and then she shakes her head slightly, opening her notebook again. You sigh.
"Okay, sorry." You say, and she looks at you for a moment before closing the object again. I... I thought I was drowning again.”
"Are your nightmares back?" She asks seriously, and you deny it with your head.
"I feel too anxious to sleep." You tell. "And then I black out from exhaustion in the night or in the morning. I don't dream anymore."
"Have you been taking your medication?"
"Of course I have." You say. "I don't... I'm having trouble keeping my mind still. Like the first few months, you know. Everything seems so noisy now."
Agatha nods slightly, becoming thoughtful for a few moments.
"I know it may sound strange to hear that, but that means you're getting better." She declares and you frown in surprise, then let out a dry laugh.
"How is my peak anxiety a good thing?"
She opens the book again, but before you can ask what you said wrong, she is reading.
"The first day you were here, you said you felt like you were empty." She narrated and you swallowed dryly. "During your first two months, you continued to describe that you felt like an empty shell. And that you no longer had any dreams, thoughts, or opinions. Without your wife, you said you were no longer here."
You felt your eyes fill with water at the mention of her. But you swallowed your emotions. Agatha turned a page, and read for a few seconds, and then looked at you.
"With your history of anxiety, your mind was remarkably quiet after the passing of your wife." She says. "But now that you're on medication, and therapeutic treatment, plus you're socializing even superficially with the world again, you're starting to feel things again. That's progress."
You look away from her, nodding slightly, trying to believe her words, and trying not to be so terrified at the thought of learning to live again. Without Nat.
You choke slightly, holding back a sob, and then Agatha hands you a box of tissues, but you refuse with a nod, wiping away the tears that have slightly escaped.
"What do you want to talk about now?" She asks after a moment. You take a deep breath, still trying to calm yourself.
"Last week I took a cold bath." You count. "It was snowing."
Agatha blinks in surprise at the information and then lets out a giggle.
"You want me to write it in the book don't you?"
You laugh, wiping away the last of the insistent tears. You just hope Agatha could help you.
You hate coffee. But you barely slept last night, and now you need to stay awake during the group meeting, so instead of walking to the chair in the corner like you used to, you detour your way to the food and beverage table as soon as you arrive at the gym.
There are a few members around, but you don't look at them, just sidestepping as you extend your arm to the coffee bottle. You pour some, and as you touch the cup, you notice. It's cold.
"Hey sorry about that." Said a girl you thought was named Val or something, as soon as she saw you touching the cup. "We mixed up the shifts yesterday and nobody made new coffee."
You rolled your eyes, picking up the cup and throwing it in the trash. Then you forced a wry smile on the girl and walked outside.
It was cold, but you are boiling with rage. It was just a damn cup of coffee, you thought as you closed your eyes and tried to reduce your anger. Just coffee.
You stumbled with fright when Stephen called out to you.
"We'll get started in a minute." He said looking at you curiously. You just nodded, following him after a few seconds.
You bit the inside of your cheek when you noticed the same coffee girl as before, now sitting where you usually sat. The universe was testing you today.
You just sighed, twiddling your fingers inside your pocket, and walked over to one of the free chairs.
After Stephen gave the briefing, he asked if everyone was all right, and the group lied in unison. You were almost asleep when he called your name.
"I would like to choose your partner today." He says and you feel your heart racing as you straighten your posture. "But I want to know if you have any preferences."
You blink in confusion, and roll your eyes.
"I don't know anyone here, but I'm sure they will all hate me equally, doc." You tried to joke, but Stephen only looked at you with concern.
"No one does or will hate you." He says and you swallow dryly, looking away as you mumble that it was just a joke. Stephen pauses momentarily before continuing. "You know that everyone here has their own experiences of loss and they are unique in their own way, even if they have similarities." He begins and you just wish he would speak soon who your partner is at once. "Usually we don't put new members together, but with the release of one of our members, the number ended up getting odd." He explains. "Anyway, I'm sure you and Mrs. Maximoff will get along very well together."
You frowned slightly at the whole explanation. Then you looked around the group, and realized that this Maximoff woman was the late redhead from the previous session who looked at you curiously. You looked away from her to Stephen.
"Thank you, doc." You said with a slight irony and Stephen just nodded smiling.
"Partners are grieving companions ladies." He says. "We will assess your progress at each session, and then switch partners once the necessary improvement has been achieved."
You grumbled in understanding, and looked away to your lap. When Stephen began to ask about the stories, your mind wandered to the departure time.
And when the session was over you wished you could go to sleep. But Stephen made a slight movement of his head in Maximoff's direction, and you understood that you should talk to her.
Ignoring the urge to show Stephen the middle finger, you just sighed as you got up from your chair and lazily walked over to the woman at the exit. She was talking to a man, and you were even more anxious to address not one, but two strangers.
"Hi." You greeted awkwardly, and both of them turned to you with mild curiosity.
"Hey, you're Y/N, right?" Said the man with a smile as he held out his hand to you. "I'm Bucky. James Barnes actually, but everyone calls me Bucky." He said and you shook his hand, smiling awkwardly. Then he quickly pointed at the woman. "And this is Wanda Maximoff, your grief partner."
"Hi." Wanda said shyly as she offered her hand to greet you. You accepted as clumsily as she did.
"Sorry, I don't know how this works." You say. "Should we exchange numbers or something? Or is that just a therapy thing?"
Bucky gives a little chuckle.
"Oh believe me, they'll know if you're not making it work." He counters. "My first partner was Sam Wilson and we wanted to jump on each other's necks whenever we saw each other. And then Stephen asked us to move in together." He says and you blink in surprise. "We're married now, but that's not the point. I guess I'm getting off topic..."
"Bucky." Wanda interrupts with a smile, and he smiles half-heartedly as well. You frown, annoyed by Bucky's story. You didn't want to marry anyone. "I guess we'll make it work, I hope you don't mind having the company of two tiny restless creatures on our walks."
You look at her with confusion and then you understand, smiling shyly.
"No, it's okay." You say. "I like children."
"Really?" She asks in surprise.
You nod slightly. "Unlike adults, they tell the truth."
Wanda seemed to be thoughtful, but then Bucky lets out an exclamation.
"As group guide, I have to pass the to-do list to you ladies." He says pulling a small notebook from the back pocket of his pants. He pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it to Wanda. "Partners need to develop these habits of socializing and coping with grief together. And yes, there is a test."
You sigh impatiently, tucking a loose string behind your ear.
"That sounds fun." You mock lightly making them smile.
"Anyway, good luck to you two." He says tenderly. "And Wanda, call me if you need help with Tommy. I know a good therapist."
You frown slightly, not understanding what he is referring to, but you prefer to stay out of matters that are none of your business. And then Bucky kisses Wanda on the cheek in farewell and waves to you smiling before leaving. You switch foot weights when you are alone with Wanda. Talking to other people is not exactly your strong suit these past few months.
"So..." You start clumsily when she turns to you.
"So." She repeats equally embarrassed. You then clear your throat and rush to pull your cell phone out of your pocket and hand it to her.
"Give me your number." You say. "That way we can arrange...whatever this is."
Wanda smiles weakly as she accepts the device, and you ignore the curious look when she notices the cracks in the screen. A moment later she hands the cell phone back to you.
"I gotta go." She says. "I need to pick up my kids from school."
You nod slightly and force a smile to say goodbye, and Wanda copies your movement before leaving.
You stare at your cell phone next, noticing the slight anxiety in your stomach as you read the contact "Wanda Maximoff" on the screen.
By the weekend, you are miserable. Just like the first few months.
You spilled some tea under your bed, and when you went to clean it up, you ended up taking the objects that were lying there. And then you found a crumpled piece of paper.
It was your farewell speech. The words you wrote down to speak on the day of the funeral. The paper you pulled out of your pocket when you got home from the ceremony and probably fell under the bed when you collapsed on the floor from crying so hard.
Suddenly your chest tightened and you couldn't breathe. But you didn't want your mother to worry, so you concentrated on remembering the exercises your therapist had taught you.
And when the room started to get too small, you left.
But because it was cold and rainy, you had just taken a hot shower and had decided to brew tea before you finished putting on a sweater, you had bent down to pick up your socks, and the liquid fell on the floor.
You went outside without your shoes, and your mother let out a worried exclamation when she saw you standing outside, staring at nothing.
"Honey?" She asked walking out the door after seeing you through the kitchen window. "Honey, what is it?"
You didn't answer. Your face was wet. Your mother's hands wrapped around your shoulders, and she gently pushed you inside, worried that you would end up getting hypothermia.
"I'm fine." You gasped as she led you inside, but she just shook her head. "I'm fine."
"No, honey." She retorted making you frown. "You're not."
And then there were blankets around you, and socks on your feet. And your mother was in the kitchen, on the phone, but everything seemed stuffy. You began to be absent again. Thousands of memories flashing through your eyes.
An image of yourself on that living room floor, laughing while your girlfriend had her arms wrapped around you. Your mother was pouring a glass of wine for each of you, and you were happy to tell her about your engagement.
Then an image of you running across the room, trying to dodge the tickles your father tickled you while you laughed.
Then a puppy in your hands on the floor. You looked at it fondly, laughing at how cute it looked.
Looking down, you saw a hand on your thigh. It was your wife's, the ring on her finger. She smiled at you. You were happy because that was the day you told your mother about the house purchase.
You gasped slightly when you felt someone's hand on your shoulder suddenly.
"I need you to tell me three things you can see." It was Agatha. God, you should have been out of reaction long enough for her to get here. Wiping away your tears, you took a deep breath, trying to reason straight.
"I... I..." You started, but your brain didn't seem to obey you. You took another deep breath. You could see the carpet, so you told her so.
"Two more." Agatha asked tenderly, her hand caressing your back from top to bottom.
"The... table." You replied crying. "I can see the table."
"That's right, honey." She said. "Just one more now. Tell me what else?"
"My feet." You add breathlessly. "I can see my feet."
"Now breathe with me, okay?" She asks. "Like I taught you."
The exercises help you to calm down again. You apologize for scaring your mother, and for making Agatha drive to your house, but neither of them is upset with you. You feel exhausted, but the doctor wants to talk to you after she accepts the cup of coffee your mother offers her.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" She asks as you sit on the covered porch, fluffy pillows around you.
You lower your gaze to the floor, sniffling lightly.
"I found my grief speech." You count. "Under my bed. The next minute I was outside."
"You ready to talk about the accident."
You raise your eyes quickly, frowning, because it wasn't a question.
She takes a deep breath, crossing her legs.
"It's suffocating you." She clarifies. "You need to talk or these attacks will happen again."
"It won't be today." She interrupts with a tender smile. "Tonight you need to sleep. But we won't prolong this any longer. You need to talk about it, even if it’s only to scream."
Clenching your jaw, you hold back your tears as Agatha takes one last look at you before getting up. She murmurs that she will see you on Monday, but you don't look at her.
You don't sleep well on Sunday. And it's definitely because you can't stop thinking about your appointment.
And it goes well for the first twenty minutes. Agatha doesn't pressure you, and agrees to hear about your week, without mentioning the incident on Thursday.
There is a pause after you have told her about the dog barking noise in the early morning and then you know it is time to speak up.
"I was driving." You say softly suddenly, ignoring the feeling that your throat wants to close up. Agatha has her hands folded in her lap as she listens to you. "She...she was sleeping in the passenger seat." You swallow dryly, trying to count and not get caught up in the memory again, your heart racing. Talking is almost like going back there. "I looked at her for a moment and I got distracted... and then... we just..."
You only realize that you are crying because tears fall on your hand. You blink, sniffling. Taking a deep breath, you continue.
"We fell into the water, and Nat...she just...I couldn't get her belt off." You gasp breathlessly. "The water just...kept coming up around us. And she looked at me, and... she just shook her head like she knew what was going to happen." You tell between sobs. Agatha's eyes water, but she doesn't interrupt. "I just...she pushed me. She pushed my hands away and she told me she would follow me. And god... my dumb brain believed her!" You confess angrily. "She told me she was right behind me! And I swam out and when I came up she wasn't with me."
You shut up, not being able to tell anymore through the sobs. You can't even see the office clearly because of the tears.
It takes a moment for you to speak again, your head down.
"When I swam back, the car was completely covered with water everywhere" You recount. "I...I was going to dive again.... I wanted to get her out of there. But the people who saw the accident jumped in after us. And they pulled me out of the water. And I kept thinking that if I hadn't been distracted, she...she would be...."
"No." Agatha interrupts by offering you a tissue. "Natasha had a stomach injury, don't you remember?" She counters and you gasp, the words echoing in your brain. "That's why you couldn't remove the belt."
And then you were remembering clearly now.
Soft music echoed in the car as you hummed the tune and drove to your friends' house. Your wife mumbled softly beside you, making you smile as you watched the sleeping figure. The red hair in front of her face.
"Hey sleepyhead." You called softly, looking away from the track for a moment. "We're almost there."
Nat muttered in agreement. You bit your lip, thinking she looked beautiful. And then you heard a noise, and a white light in the window. You barely had time to frown when the impact threw your car off the road.
Your body tensed immediately as you sat up, looking around with desperation. The car was sinking fast and you turned to Nat.
A wound on her forehead was bleeding, and she was clearly disoriented as you touched her hands. You hurried to unbuckle her belt, but it was jammed tightly in her waist, and you gasped in shock at the wound.
"N-no." You grumbled, trying to move the metal, but Nat gasped in pain, pushing your hands away. You could barely breathe in desperation. Your feet were freezing, because the water was already at your ankles. "Babe, move please. We have to get out."
Nat advanced toward you, taking off your belt. You tried to touch her, but she pushed your hands away again, intending to guide you out.
" Sweetheart, go! Open the door! " she commanded and you shook your head, the water on your knees. Nat forced a smile, the tears in her eyes made your stomach turn. "Don't worry love. I'm right behind you."
As you opened the door, the water moved all the way into the car, and you held your breath Nat repeated the words "I'm right behind you" one more time. And then you swam out.
When you reached the surface, you were alone.
Sobbing, you couldn't say anything else to Agatha, and she proceeded to stroke your back, trying to soothe you with words of affirmation.
"I need you to remember some things honey." She says tenderly. "You couldn't have helped Natasha. She got stuck. You have to stop blaming yourself for what happened." Agatha whispers to you, and you sob. "Remember the investigation, okay? The police said that the driver of the truck was drunk and hit your car after he fell asleep. It wasn't your fault." Agatha says trying to remind you. You gasp, countless memories flooding your head at once. "Say that for me, will you?" She asks and you gasp. "Tell me it wasn't your fault."
You sob, burying your face in your hands. It takes a moment, but you repeat the words.
"It wasn't my fault." You whisper breathlessly. "It...it wasn't my fault."
When you leave therapy that day, you feel different.
You think that it is the healing process that is beginning to work. You still have a long way to go, but you have the feeling that a weight has been lifted off your back, because you have started to believe your own words. You could not have saved Natasha.
There is still a deep sadness in you, but you still buy your favorite drink on the way home, and try to stay in the living room for a few hours before going to your room when you are inside.
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Y/n: Look I understand that she's evil, I really do but ...
Natasha: But nothing
Wanda: No wait, I want to hear what she's going to say
Y/n: But don't you think Agnes, Agatha, or whatever you like to call her is kind of hot?
Natasha: Y/N! SHE LITERALLY ALMOST KILLED WANDA
Wanda: Well hold on now Nat she's not necessarily wrong
Natasha: SHE LITERALLY TRIED TO STEAL YOUR POWERS
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