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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒

Genre: ♡ Fluff | ♤ Angst | ♞ Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Unrequited/requited love, yelling, mean Wanda, mean Yelena, if there's anything else please let me know.

Pairing: AU Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nothing hurts more than falling in love with your best friend.

Words: 6,395

PS. I've tagged everyone on my taglist but most of y'all can't be tagged.

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Wanda Maximoff

"What do you mean she left?" Wanda asks Yelena who stepped past her sister and Steve to get closer to the brunette.

"She left because of you," the younger Russian repeats with venom laced in her tone. Bucky gets up from his spot on the couch and steps in front of Yelena to stop her from coming any closer to Wanda.

"Yelena, don't," Bucky warns to which the blonde scoffs at. "Don't what? Tell her the truth? Because that played out well so far, didn't it?"

"You know it isn't just about her. You're looking for someone to blame and maybe she's partially at fault but it doesn't mean you get to dump all your resentment towards her," Bucky tells her. If it was anybody else who dare speak to her in such a way, they probably would have gotten a slap right across the face. But it was Bucky, who was the only person besides Natasha and Y/n who she allowed to speak to her in such a way.

Yelena rolls her eyes before crossing her arms over her chest, looking up at the man who's standing in her way to rip the Sokovian a new one and if he thinks he can stop her then he's a fool.

"My resentment towards a certain Sokovian in this room isn't just about today. It's about everything she's done, directly or indirectly to Y/n in the last year. If Kate, who's the most oblivious out of all of us, can pick out the number of times Y/n got hurt by the Sokovian then Wanda should at least know that her actions towards her so-called best friend were impacting her in a negative way. And ultimately, if Y/n was to listen to anyone telling her to stay it would have been Wanda she'd listen to but Wanda did the opposite, didn't she? She pushed and prodded Y/n so much that Y/n felt as if this was the best decision for all parties. So no. I will not spare Wanda Maximoff my damn resentment because she deserves it." Yelena lays out as if the brunette wasn't in the same room as her.

Yelena sidesteps Bucky and walks up to Wanda getting up to her face, to which the brunette didn't stand back from.

"You're a fool," Wanda swallows at Yelena's bitter quiet but strong words. "And I don't know what she ever saw in you," Yelena tried to walk past her with an aggressive bump of their shoulders but Wanda grabs Yelena's bicep tightly before she can walk further.

The room goes eary quiet and no one knows what to say. Yelena glances at Wanda's grip and Natasha takes a cautious step toward the two while the rest watch in anticipation of what's to come next.

Wanda's mind is reeling. Y/n left. She's gone and she didn't even get a proper goodbye. Just like that, she disappeared into thin air.

"A walk? Anyone?" Kate suddenly throws out in the air after fidgeting uncomfortably through the silence.

"Get your hand off of me," Yelena dangerously warns Wanda but the brunette only stares at the side of her face. After a long few seconds of nothing, Natasha takes another step closer after noticing Yelena fisting her hands.

"You're wrong," Wanda spits out evenly in a low tone but clear enough for everyone to pick up on while she lets go of Yelena's arm.

"Oh yeah? About what?" Yelena turns around to come face to face with the brunette once again.

"She wouldn't have listened to me," Wanda shrugs nonchalantly but it was clear in her face that she was only trying to hide her anger.

"You're more stupider than I thought," Yelena throws out shaking her head in disbelief.

"And why is that, Yelena? You're here all up on my face, but you truly don't know shit," Wanda spits out, accenting her remark with a slight head tilt.

"If I were you, I'd shut up," Yelena growls at the brunette as she closes the gap between them, chest touching, nose flaring, and eyes sending daggers to the other. "Years, Wanda. Years she had to sit back in pain watching you. Years of her sacrificing everything for you. Years of making sure you were always happy. Years of putting you before her. And how did you pay her back? How did you show her your appreciation? By forgetting your traditions? Traditions that y'all have done for years. Traditions that Y/n made sure she was to never miss, cancelling everything and everyone just to make sure she made it to you."

Yelena takes another harsh step forward resulting in her chest pushing Wanda back a few steps but this display of aggression didn't falter Wanda's stance. "You forgot her at the roof. You forgot your brunch dates. You forgot Y/n's second birthday," now that last one knocked Wanda's breath out of her chest.

"She got you that stupid fucking dark hold book. She saved up her paycheques to make sure she got you that damn book but she sacrificed all that and gave Vision the credit because why? Because she wanted to see that stupid ass smile on your face. And after all that, you still continue to forget about her. You're a selfish asshole who doesn't care about anything and anyone around her but herself. She fucking worshipped where you fucking walked and you choose to continue to be oblivious, making out with your stupid little boyfriend in front of her whenever you can. She wanted to get away from you! It's because of you why she fucking left!" Yelena yells bringing her hands up to push the sokovian's shoulders back and at this point everyone was on their feet, ready to stop a fight from happening.

To everyone's surprise, Wanda catches both Yelena's wrists before she got pushed back and she ends up pushing the younger Russian back instead. "You think you know shit?!" Wanda yells and as if the tables were turned, it was now the brunette who charges forward the Russian.

"Okay miss knows it all, did you fucking know that I did confess my feelings to her this morning?!" Wanda throws out and the revelation earns a gasp from anyone. "Did you know that she claims that she fucking loves me back but when I asked her to stay and she still chose to fucking leave?!"

Yelena shakes her head in denial with a frown on her face, "Y/n wouldn't have said no to you."

"Well, then I guess you don't know Y/n as well as you thought you do, huh?" Wanda chuckles dryly, "all this time you thought she'd sacrifice it for me? All this time you thought she'd pick me, yet here she is, gone after I confessed to her that I'm fucking in love with her. I offered to go with her Yelena and she fucking told me no. She told me she didn't want me."

Wanda steps up to Yelena's face, "get it through your head that Y/n didn't choose me. Get it through your head that Y/n still chose to leave."

Yelena being Yelena, always wanting to get the last word in, doesn't back down. With an all-calm voice, Yelena says, "in that case, good for her. She's finally putting herself before you after years of putting you before her. It's time you do the same."

...

Wanda comes stumbling through her door at half past 2 am, "fuck you, fuck you, I hate you. I never want to see you ever again Y/n," the brunette yells to her phone.

"That's enough," Natasha says making herself known to the brunette who jumps at her voice. "Who let you in here?" Wanda asks confused as she slams her front door with her back, leaning on it for support right after. Natasha wonders for a second how this Sokovian hasn't gotten any noise complaints from her neighbours, as this scene has happened almost every day since Y/n left three weeks ago.

"I have a spare key to your apartment remember?" Natasha lightly reminds her, knowing that Wanda probably won't even remember this by the morning as she complains about a killer hangover.

Natasha walks over to the nearly blacked-out drunk brunette before quickly taking her phone and hanging up on Y/n. "Hey! I wasn't done yelling at her," Wanda yells as she tries reaching for her phone only to stumble forward and if it weren't for Natasha catching her, she would have planted face first to the ground resulting in an ugly bruise on her face.

"Yeah well, I said you're done. Bed," Natasha orders while she helps the brunette to her room. "You know that key was only for emergencies," Wanda mumbles and stumbles to her room despite Natasha's support.

"And you being out past 1 am a Wednesday getting close to blacked-out drunk is an emergency. This can't go on for any longer Wanda, this is unhealthy." Natasha reprimands her.

"Blame your sister for kissing me, leaving me, and breaking my heart," Wanda says before she falls on her bed and not even a second later knocks out. Natasha grumbles before she starts helping Wanda into comfier clothing.

...

"Where is Wanda?" Sam asks the group whilst starting the hand out of barbequed hotdogs to the group for their monthly friends' reunion.

"Late as per usual," Yelena mumbles as she squirts hot sauce all over her hotdog.

"Have you talked to her?" Bucky asks. "No."

"Yelena it's been months since y'all went at it with each other. You should just sit and talk because this is getting ridiculous," Bucky scolds her.

"Well then she can come to me and talk if she wants to talk," Yelena says as she rolls her eyes while Natasha shakes her head at her younger sister.

"You know she won't do that. Plus, what you did was uncalled for," Steve comments fitting the description of being the peacekeeper of the group.

"She asked for it," Yelena shrugs which earns a glare from the peacekeeper himself and before Steve can answer, Sam's front door opens revealing Wanda.

"Holy shit, what did you do?" Tony asks loudly which gets everyone's attention. Wanda shrugs "what's the rite of passage?" Wanda asks Sam who's hosting this month's reunion. "Jello-shot," he smiles cheekily before Wanda takes one of the cups and quickly downs it making a face once she tastes the straight Jello tequila.

"You dyed your hair red? Why?" Tony asks. "What you don't like it?" Wanda tilts her head with the question but Tony chooses stupid this time around and answers her rhetorical question. "No, I don't."

"Don't anger the beast," Sam says through a cough before walking away which makes Wanda rolls her eyes in annoyance.

That's Wanda for you who's been acting out since Y/n left a few months ago. The former brunette is now easily annoyed, easily angered, short fuse, and simply does not give a fuck about anything and anybody else.

"How's your dream job?" Steve asks instead, sensing the clear annoyance of the newly red-headed Sokovian. "Well it's my dream job, so I'm loving it a lot," Wanda says half sarcastically but sighs when she notices Steve's genuine curiosity. "It's going great, my manager is amazing, my colleagues are great, the company is great, and I'm truly having fun."

"That's what I like to hear," Pietro comments suddenly coming out of nowhere and ruffling up her nicely done hair which then earns him a big ole slap on the arm.

"So are you late from your pussy appointment?" Yelena says from the balcony door. "You know Yelena, maybe you need to schedule some sex appointment for yourself. I know people and you seem like you need to get laid," Wanda shoots out.

That's another thing Wanda started doing after Y/n left, one-night stands. It's almost rare for Wanda to get through a whole week without at least having two one-night stands. And no matter how many times she got scolded by her friends, she continues to do it to the point that no one says anything anymore.

"Yelena," Bucky says as a warning when he sees the blonde about to make another remark. Instead the Russian rolls her eyes at Bucky before stepping out the balcony to tend to the barbeque that was still cooking.

Natasha shakes her head at the two, something she's been doing a lot lately. "You two need to sort your shit out with each other. It's getting old," she comments as she passes the Sokovian on her way to the kitchen.

"Enough of that, shots anyone?" Tony yells through the apartment.

"Can I do a chaser?" Kate asks and Clint pats her back with a chuckle, "oh Kate."

"Is that a yes?" Kate stutters out.

...

A few weeks passed since the last friends' reunion and Wanda is currently doing a deep clean of her apartment when she comes across an envelope underneath her bed. She furrows her eyebrows wondering what could be inside the envelope, she turns it over to come face to face with her name nicely written on the front of the envelope.

She freezes immediately knowing whose penmanship that was from. Her frown grows trying to remember when she could have possibly received a letter from Y/n and as she was about to open the envelope, a knock comes booming on her front door. She jumps at the sound and drops the envelope to the ground.

She picks up the envelope contemplating if she should throw it out or actually open it but before she can even make a decision another set of knocks comes through her front door.

"I'm coming!" she yells out before quickly placing the envelope on her bedside table. She makes her way to the door and looks through the peephole only to come face to face with one of the people she did not expect to be standing in front of her door.

Wanda opens the door with a puzzled look on her face, "Yelena?"

"Hi."

...

Y/n Y/l/n

Y/n sighs heavily once she steps through her front door, she drops her purse and keys on the table by the door before locking it behind her. Her first week at her job was a whirlwind of many emotions and she's starting to think that maybe she should start investing in a therapist.

Y/n was absolutely thrilled to be starting her dream job but it was hard for her to celebrate that win with how everything went down back home. A part of her feels guilty for leaving her friends, scratch that, her family and she's honestly been feeling some intense waves of homesickness but that's something she'd never tell her friends since she feels she doesn't have the right to feel those.

Then let's not mention how everything with Wanda had gone down. That was not how she planned to tell the Sokovian of her feelings and she feels like a dick for not further explaining herself. But then again, the letter that she had left for the Sokovian should explain everything going through her head, that's if Wanda reads it.

On top of that, Sam had face-timed her the day after she landed to tell her what had gone down at the party after she left. He told her how Wanda and Yelena went at it and how everyone was sure someone was walking away with some sort of injury, but gladly no one did.

Y/n wanted to call Yelena or Natasha right after that but she felt that maybe, letting them call her when they were ready is a better option. She's sure that the sisters are probably upset with her for not telling them about the revelation that had happened between her and Wanda that day. So ultimately, she decided that she'll let them cool off and wait till they call her instead.

A week later, Y/n finally gets a facetime call from Yelena. Y/n reaches over to mute her TV while answering the facetime call, "hello sestra," Y/n answers with a smile.

"I'm mad at you," Yelena says and Y/n's smirk grows a little, "I know that you are."

"Well I was, I'm over it now," Yelena deflates with a pout. "Although now that I'm not mad, I'm hurt that you didn't tell me."

Y/n sighs a little and takes a sip of her red wine, "I'm sorry Yelena. There was so much going on in my head that day, you knew that. Plus, whatever happened between Wanda and I was not my intention at all. I went there and before I can even try to confess about my leave, she blurted out about her feelings and then I followed after," she explains scratching her eyebrows.

"She started kissing me but I had to cut it off to tell her about the job. And it was just all shitty. And everyone was sad, and I was sad, and I knew that if I let myself process and feel everything, there would be a great chance of me not following through with my decision. So it was poker face until I was up in the air where I didn't have the chance to turn around."

Y/n bites her lips looking at Yelena softly, "I'm sorry that I didn't have it in me to tell you or Natasha. To be honest with you, I'm just coming around to accepting and understanding what actually went down that day."

"Hey, it's okay. I completely understand that. I don't blame you really, but a heads up would have been nice," Yelena mutters the last part but Y/n still heard it and started laughing. "Heads up before you ripped her apart at the party?"

Yelena groans, "she was asking for it! And she just pushed all the right buttons so it all came out. It's fine, I still got the last words." Y/n chuckles at that, "of course you did. Where's Nat?"

"She's at work. She'll be home in half an hour, don't worry, she's not mad at you anymore."

"Oh thank god for that."

...

"You know what, I'm glad you aren't here. I'm glad you left. I never want to fucking see you again, you're parents were right about you, you know?! I can't believe I spent so many years trying to tell you otherwise when they were right all along!" Wanda yells through the phone and Y/n stares at the phone on the coffee table, that's been left on speaker.

This was the third week into Y/n moving away and these types of calls happened almost every night. Y/n knows that she could easily ignore it and not pick it up, but it's Wanda, how can she not? So she sits through a 30-minute to an hour-long phone call every night where Wanda just yells at her. Y/n can tell how drunk Wanda really is during every phone call, she's 99.9% sure that Wanda has never called her sober these last few weeks. It makes Y/n question if the brunette even remembers these phone calls.

Y/n can hear Wanda stumbling through a door, "fuck you, fuck you, I hate you. I never want to see you ever again Y/n," the brunette yells to her phone yet again.

"That's enough," she hears Natasha say and she can only guess how surprised the brunette was. "Who let you in here?" Wanda asks seemingly confused as Y/n hears the door slam shut. At least Y/n can now relax a bit knowing Wanda made it home safely.

"I have a spare key to your apartment remember?" Natasha lightly reminds her. Y/n hears some shuffling on the other side of the phone before the line cuts off. Y/n turns on her back, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a loud sigh.

Y/n almost booked a flight ticket after the third drunken call Wanda made to her, she was ready to come back and make this all better knowing that she could. But she thought about the real deep reasoning as to why she even took this job in the first place.

It was never about the title or the company and it was never about anything anyone ever guessed. Y/n took the job to prove her parents wrong. Y/n moved across the country to prove to herself that what was engraved in her mind was never true and it would never be her reality. Wanda had helped Y/n all these years to start believing that she was not what her parents told her she was. But now hearing Wanda say that she believed her parents were right all along was a massive knife struck through her heart.

This proves to her that she was never enough for Wanda and she definitely would never be if she had decided to stay in New York. Y/n took the opportunity to turn her life around and prove to everyone, her parents, herself, and especially Wanda, that she can do it. She can reach more than the limitations her parents had put around her, she's enough, and she's worth it.

...

"Boo!" Y/n yells and clutches her chest while she shuts her eyes tightly. She can hear muffled laughing in front of her from a pair of familiar-sounding voices. Y/n tries to get her breathing in a normal pattern once again but the stressful week she just had at work did not help.

All she wanted to do was to come home, have a glass, or two, or maybe a full bottle of wine while she binges on Friends. But from the sound of it, that won't be happening tonight.

She opens her eyes and sends daggers at the two people who almost caused her to have a heart attack. Y/n closes her front door behind her and locks it before throwing her keys toward the two who were on the ground dying of laughter, "you idiots!"

"You should have seen your face," Yelena laughs out loud while Pietro nods in agreement. "Damn it, why didn't we record that," add Yelena who was laying on the floor wiping her tears.

"Actually, I'm smarter than you so I did record it and it will be sent to the group chat ASAP," Pietro smirks over at Yelena and Y/n only groans in response. "Don't you dare send that, I swear to god," Y/n threatens while she puts her purse down and takes her shoes and coat off.

"What? You're going to yell like you just did?" Pietro mocks and it sends Yelena into another fit of laughter. "Ha ha ha, you're so funny really. I'm dying," Y/n deadpans.

"What are you two doing here anyway? And how the hell did you even get in my apartment?" Y/n asks while making her way to the kitchen to check what she can make for dinner.

"We have our ways. Plus, we're here because it's been 6 months since we last saw you and from the looks of it, you weren't going to initiate inviting us over so we took matters into our own hands," Yelena explains smugly making Y/n roll her eyes while trying to refrain from smiling at her friend's thoughtfulness.

"A heads up would have been nice," Y/n says in faux annoyance. "Well then it wouldn't be a surprise and we wouldn't have caught that amazing video," Pietro throws back.

...

"Dang, that was so good. Since when did you get good at cooking?" Pietro says before he slouches back on his chair, chewing his last bite. Y/n chuckles as she wipes her mouth with a napkin, "how rude. I've always been good at cooking. But I guess I really started branching out with my cooking here. There's really nothing else I can do so," Y/n finishes with a shrug right before she picks up her glass of wine.

"Which by the way, you never talk about. So how is it really? Do you like it here? Do you see yourself staying here?" Yelena asks, now turning her full attention on her sister-like best friend.

Y/n swallows her wine as well as the nerves that those questions brought her. This was something she's been heavily thinking about for the last months. Was this a place she want to be growing old in? She made a couple of friends from work but this place never made her feel at home the way New York did. Y/n felt as if she was truly only here for work and nothing else. She comes home, makes dinner, relaxes, showers, then bed, and this has been her routine since day one.

Y/n's half-year check-in with her bosses is coming up and so this has been something that she's been asking herself. But as much as she wants to be as truthful as she can be with her friends and family, she knows that she has to pick and choose her words carefully because it's detrimental that she makes this decision on her own.

"I mean, it doesn't feel like back home. I'll tell you that," she chuckles dryly. Her cryptic response makes Yelena narrow her eyes at her, "care to elaborate?" the blonde Russian tries.

"New York is home, it always was and it will always be, you know?" Y/n shrugs swallowing her emotions down, "I don't know anyone here, my friends and my family are back home. It still needs some time getting used to."

"So why not go back home?" Y/n sends Yelena a pointed look before getting up and gathering their plates together. "No, I'm serious. If you feel like you have a horrible life here, then why not just go back home? You have 6 months of experience in this position under your belt, I'm sure it'll be easy for you to get the same position with another amazing company that could possibly be in New York." Pietro was the one who sends Yelena a look this time around.

"First, I never said my life was horrible here. Second, it's not that easy," Y/n replies as she busies herself with filling up the dishwasher.

"How can it not be that-" Yelena tries but Y/n cuts her off sharply, "Yelena. Are you here to pester me about this or are you here to spend some true time with me?"

Yelena sighs almost guiltily, "the latter."

"So drop it."

...

"Oh my god, Yelena," Y/n groans as she drops her body on the couch while the blonde whines for a second before knocking out. Pietro laughs behind them while he shakes his head, "Miss Yel over here thinking she can outdrink us both. Ridiculous."

"I told you not to challenge her, idiot," Y/n says as she starts taking Yelena's shoes off and Pietro passes her some sweats for Y/n to change the Russian into. Pietro shrugs before turning around to give the two some privacy, "that's what she gets for challenging me first."

Y/n can't help but chuckle lightly, remembering how Yelena went all up on their faces saying she can outdrink them both combined, "you're so mean."

"This might be a wake-up call for Miss Yel," Pietro jabs again before going into the bathroom to change and get ready for bed himself.

It was the end of the first week of their vacation and Y/n felt bad that she had been way too busy during the week with work that she couldn't take them out anywhere. Therefore, Y/n decided that a night out in the city this Saturday would be nice and it'll be her way to finally show the two around her current city.

Natasha had called them in the middle of the week right before she purchased her plane ticket to come to Seattle for the remainder of Yelena's and Pietro's stay. The redhead told them that she was too jealous of the thought of the two being with Y/n so she impulsively asked for a week off of work to come and visit, then she'll come to fly back to NYC with Thing 1 and Thing 2.

The redheaded Russian will be landing tomorrow, Sunday, and Y/n only hopes that Yelena does not have a nasty hangover in the morning since they all have to wake up at 6 am to pick up Natasha from the airport. Although, they can always leave Yelena to sleep while they pick up Natasha.

Y/n is truly considering leaving the two at home while she goes and picks up her other Russian sister, maybe a time alone with them two would be nice, Yelena surely needs more time to rest. And that was the plan of action she decided on right before she floated to dreamland.

The next morning, Y/n slips out of her apartment at 5:45 am without waking anybody else up. She stops to grab some coffee before she starts her drive to pick her sister up, she didn't have to wait for long before Natasha came rushing out of the airport into her arms.

"Oh my god, I missed you so much," Natasha mumbles into Y/n's hair as she hugs her sister tightly. The moment was so touching that they both couldn't help but get teary, "I missed you so much more," Y/n mumbles back to her.

Natasha then slaps the back of Y/n's shoulder lightly with an accompanying teary chuckle, "then you should call more or better yet come fly out to see me asshole."

Y/n pulls away with her own watery chuckle as she wipes her face, "trust me if I could find time to fly out to you-you know I would in a heartbeat."

Natasha narrows her eyes at her before sighing in contentment, "I know you would. Fuck, come here." Natasha pulls her into another tight hug and after a few minutes they eventually drove off.

"So where are Thing 1 and Thing 2?" Natasha asks while she sips on Y/n's coffee making the latter roll her eyes playfully. "Well, I've been busy all week that I haven't been able to show them around so I thought a night out in the city last night would have been nice. It was an amazing night until Yelena ran her mouth and started stating how she can outdrink Pietro and I combined."

Natasha laughs in disbelief, "let me guess, Pietro told her she can't and they challenged each other."

"Uh huh and about two hours later, Yelena was blacked out drunk that I had to carry her back to the apartment," Y/n states as she shakes her head.

"And Pietro was basically acting sober?" Y/n nods at Natasha's guess. "What an idiot," Y/n couldn't help but laugh.

The two catch up with what's been going on in their personal lives as they drive to Y/n's apartment and Y/n was thankful that she ultimately decided to pick Natasha up on her own. This is what she needed, just normal friends catch up. No teasing, no innuendo, and she knows those types of comments will eventually come throughout the week but she's happy that it isn't how this reunion had started.

The redhead knows enough not to push on particular topics and she knows when the right moments are when to do so. Y/n is equally close with everyone in their friend group, but she does confine in Natasha in more detail including her actual emotional state regarding certain subjects. Natasha was someone Y/n knows she never has to hide from, someone she knows she can truly be 100 percent honest with and not feel like she ever has to walk on eggshells with.

...

Wanda Maximoff

"Pietro, you ready yet?" Wanda asks annoyingly as she knocks at her bathroom where her brother has been getting ready for the last hour. "What does a man have to do in the washroom to get ready for this long?"

Pietro suddenly opens the door with a smug face, "beauty takes time sestra, but it's okay I know you wouldn't know."

Wanda's jaw drops and watches as Pietro walks away from her, "excuse you little shit. Honestly, you've been hanging out with Yelena way too much. She's rubbing off on you."

Pietro chuckles, "I mean we did just get back from vacation so."

The twins start walking out of Wanda's apartment to the elevator, "oh yeah, where did y'all go again?"

"Visited Y/n," Pietro says nonchalantly as he walks into the elevator. The silver-haired man watches as his twin freezes for a moment and only snaps out of it when the doors started to close. Wanda squeezes in right before it closes, "you what?"

"Yelena and I went and visited Y/n for two weeks and Nat joined us for the second week and then the three of us flew back together." Pietro subtly watches his sister's reaction.

"Cool cool," Wanda mutters and Pietro raises an eyebrow, "cool?"

"Yeah, cool." Wanda says with a bite in her tone. "Okay," Pietro shrugs and exits out first once the doors were open again.

Wanda follows her brother while she tries to get a hold of her emotions. She's jealous at the fact that her other friends and her brother got to visit Y/n, meaning that they've been in constant contact with her while Wanda herself hasn't heard anything in months; and she wasn't about to be the one to reach out first.

Although, simultaneously she was still mad at Y/n for breaking her heart and a part of her just don't want to hear about her again. But underneath it all, she knows she just misses her ex-best friend truly.

Wanda never uttered a word again after that until the twins were walking to their parent's grave. It was the twins' parents' death anniversary and every year they come here to celebrate in the first half of the day. It felt weird this year because Y/n usually goes with them to visit their parents since the Maximoff's treated her like they were their own.

"Who? What? Where did those come from?" Wanda asks confused after she spots the nicely decorated potted flowers all around the graves. The twins walk a bit closer and Wanda's confusion only grows tenfold, who put those here? She never ordered flowers for their parents. Pietro lays the bouquet of flowers they brought themselves alongside one of the beautiful potted ones.

"Y/n sent them over," Pietro says softly as he sits on the grass and Wanda's confusion only grows from there, furrowing her eyebrows so deeply that it might just give her a headache. "She what?"

"Come on sestra, just because she isn't in the city doesn't mean she had forgotten about them. You know how much she cares for them and vice versa," Pietro tells the redhead.

"I know, I just, I didn't-" Wanda stutters scratching her eyebrows. The redhead can not for the life of her form a proper sentence due to all of the emotions and feelings rushing around her brain.

"You didn't think she would because in your eyes she's a villain. Yeah, maybe that's something you need to reflect on," Pietro mutters with an eye-roll. He knows the true story. He knows what Y/n had said and how wrong Wanda misheard her. He also knows about the phone calls that Wanda had made drunkenly and all the contents that were said in them. He was going to yell at Wanda for what she said but he realized that she never remembered them the day after.

Pietro can easily tell Wanda about all these and hopefully straighten her up a bit, make her feel better, and not waste so much time hating someone for saying and doing something they never did. But the silver-haired man knows that wasn't his place to say, Y/n also doesn't know that Wanda doesn't remember the phone calls and she also doesn't know that Wanda had completely misheard and misunderstood what she said.

But again, that was their problem and something that they need to figure out together therefore Pietro had always kept his mouth shut although sometimes his sister pushes the wrong buttons like right now.

"Excuse me?" Wanda asks shocked. Pietro sighs shaking his head, this probably was not the time for this, "nothing. This is something we can talk about another time."

"No, tell me what you meant."

Pietro whips his head towards Wanda and the redhead almost stumbles backwards at the fire in his eyes, something that was very rare. "Wanda. We're here for our parents. I'm not going to sit here and converse about this in front of them. So no. We will not be talking about this right now."

Wanda gulps and stares at his brother for a few seconds before sitting down on the grass beside him.

"Remember the first time mama made us watch The Dick Van Dyke show?" Pietro asks her after a few minutes of silence having no trace of fire in his tone.

...

A year after Y/n left New York

Wanda was enjoying her cozy Saturday night in, having The Dick Van Dyke show playing as background noise while reading a book when she heard her phone ping a new message. She quickly glances at her phone to see a message from Yelena on their friends' group chat.

Wanda softly places her book down on her lap to reach over for her phone on the coffee table and her glass of wine. She takes a sip of her glistening white wine while she waits for her phone to unlock to show the message.

The white wine that she was in the middle of swallowing almost choked her when the message came into her view. Wanda reads:

Yel: Guess who we stumbled upon at the airport?

The redhead moves her eyes under the message and sees a clear picture of Y/n with her suitcase.

Y/n's back.

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑

Genre: ♡ Fluff | ♤ Angst | ♞ Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Unrequited/requited love, if there's anything else please let me know.

Pairing: AU Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nothing hurts more than falling in love with your best friend.

Words: 6,979

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Y/n Y/l/n

"Congratulations class of 2022!!!!" our principal yells into the mic and we all cheer as we throw our hats into the air with big smiles on our faces.

I catch my hat, wanting to keep it for memories. "Ouff," I groan when the air gets knocked out of me by the Russian blonde that slams into me. "You're free Y/n!!!!" Yelena yells into my ears as I wrap my arms around her waist and spin her around.

"I'm sorry that you have one more year left," I tell her and she groans in response slapping my arm as she untangles herself from me. The next arm around me is from the redhead Russian, "Congratulations Nat," I whisper to her ear as she does the same with me.

We go around hugging and congratulating each other and my heart skips a beat when I walk up to Wanda last. I watch as she walks cautiously towards me and I take her hand pulling her to me softly. I wrap my arms around her neck, "congratulations Wands, you made it."

She pulls back smiling softly and meets my eyes with her green ones, "we made it."

An arm wraps around my shoulders and Wanda's, "so party time right?" Sam says excitedly as he pulls Wanda and me away from each other and wedges himself between us. I shake my head at his antics, "Yup, party at my place! Remember that we're celebrating Y/n's birthday today more than the fact that our hard work in college is over," Tony says sarcastically making me roll my eyes.

"You're so annoying," I groan before pushing Tony's head away and untangling myself from Sam's arm.

"Ahhh, I can't wait," Yelena squeals and hooks an arm around mine. "Don't be too excited, you and Kate are being cut off of alcohol before anybody else," Natasha warns her little sister who looks offended.

"Um excuse me, I'm russian. I can outdrink Sam and Steve combined," Yelena says in defence making me laugh at Sam's offended look. "You're excused Yelena," Natasha simply replies making the younger sister scoff.

"Cyka," Yelena mutters under her breath making me shake my head before leading us both to my car.

...

I step into Tony's apartment balcony to get some air and watch the city at night. I'll miss this, I'll miss this city. I wasn't much of a city person, to begin with, but I fell in love with NYU that I bit the bullet and moved states away from my family. Now I'm about to move out of a city that I grew to love in the last few years.

Only a year and a half ago I couldn't even imagine my life not being in New York City, surrounded by everything and everyone I love. Now here I am, getting ready to move away from a place I truly call home.

I sigh before taking a swig of the whiskey on ice I've been walking around with.

I turn to the sound of the sliding doors opening and closing to find Tony stepping out to the balcony, "can I join you?" he asks which I answer with a smile and a nod before looking back at the view.

"Are you ready?" Tony asks and I don't need any clarification of what he's talking about.

"Not really, but I'm kinda looking forward to it. Something new, something to distract me with."

"You already know how I feel about it. As much as I think this opportunity is amazing and once in a lifetime, I think you're taking it for the wrong reasons. You're accepting the job because you want to run away, run away from certain people, run away from certain feelings. Do you really think that's going to help?" Tony asks softly and I feel his gaze burn a hole on the side of my face but I don't dare to look back at him.

"I would hope so. Only one way to find out," I shrug before sighing. "Their relationship seems to be blossoming into something more serious and I'm not going to ruin that for her. She's happy and it may not be with me but I'm happy for her. If anyone deserves to be happy out of all of us, it's her and she finally is. I can hurt a little bit more for her, that's how much I love her," I confess tearfully into the dark night. The wind carrying my words to the moon and stars that absolutely know more of my secrets than anybody else.

Tony wraps an arm around my shoulders, giving me a side hug. "Have you told anyone else?" I shake my head at his question.

"Y/n! Are you out of your mind? You're leaving in a week and you haven't told anyone else?" Tony asks scolding me with a slap to my shoulder.

"You weren't supposed to know yet either, except you were snooping around," I say with an eye roll that gets me a scoff. "Well I'm happy I did, at least I got two weeks to mentally prepare myself for your departure."

I don't answer and Tony sighs before continuing, "You might not even make it to your flight because Natasha will kill you for telling her so last minute."

"I'm just not ready yet. It's a week away and my flight is booked but yet it feels like it's not even real and I guess I'm delaying telling my friends who are my family because the moment I do it'll actually become real. That I'm actually leaving. If everyone is sad around me then I'll have more time to be sad and potentially back out of my decision. So telling everyone last minute and dip quickly after is the only choice I can think about."

"You're brains and looks are top-notch, yet your logic on this case is so fucked up," Tony says groaning making me laugh before downing my whiskey.

"You're going to tell her last?" Tony asks and I bite my lip nervously before nodding. "You're going to break her, Y/n," Tony warns and I look back inside seeing Wanda laugh loudly at something Sam tells her. "I think she'll be okay Tony," I tell him as we both watch our friends have a good time.

...

I open my eyes the next morning with a sigh as I stare up at the ceiling. After talking to Tony last night we both joined the others and tried to enjoy the party as much as I can, treasuring my last get-together with everyone for a while. Eventually, the party started to die down in the early hours of this morning and most of everyone slept at Tony's being that everyone drank a good amount of alcohol. I think Wanda left with Vision, I'm not sure, one minute I saw her and the next they were gone. I heard they were eager to leave, probably continue their own party at home.

I groan at the thought and run my hands down my face to shake the images out of my head. It's Saturday today and I leave this coming Friday meaning, I need to pack all my shit and get my shit together before I fly out to face the world alone.

I've been an intern for a very well-known company for a year and lucky for me they ended up offering me an impressive intermediate position, being a leader to a small number of a team. The downside is that the position is in their Seattle headquarters which is about 5 hrs away from New York by a plane ride. It's across the country and I can't believe I actually took the position.

I have a week before I leave my life behind, a week to tell all my friends the news. I grab the pillow beside my head and cover my face with it before yelling as loud as I can against the cushion to take all of my frustrations out.

I think I'm going to tell Yelena and Natasha first today before anyone else. Maybe I'll cook them our favourite dinner dish, crack a bottle of red wine, and lay it out slowly. I'm fucked, Tony's right, they're going to kill me.

...

Hours later I'm in my kitchen cooking a pasta dish that both the russian sisters and I absolutely love. Those two are like my sisters and if I let myself think too long about the fact that I won't have them so close to me, I might actually have a mental breakdown. I asked the two to come by tonight for a needed girl's night and they were both suspicious as to why I only invited them two but they didn't press too much, thank god.

I hear the front door open and I smile at Yelena's booming voice, "your favourite human has arrived." I laugh at the 'ow' that followed right after, knowing Natasha hit her at the back of the head.

"Hello hello sestry, the table is ready. Come sit, both of you," I tell them and I turn around just in time to see both of them giving each other a confused look.

"What's up with you?" Natasha asks skeptically before taking a seat across Yelena who looks up at me just as skeptical.

"What? I'm not allowed to call y'all, my sisters? Wow, I thought the feeling was mutual," I tease lightly as I pour wine into their glasses which only seemed to confuse them more.

"No, no, you absolutely can but something seems off here," Yelena backs Natasha up which makes me frown, "what are you? A russian spy? I'm just trying to enjoy a lovely dinner with my sisters, is that a crime?"

"I guess not ..." Natasha mutters before I sit beside her and we all dig into our food.

The conversation flows after a few minutes and soon after that little weird tension we were laughing and reminiscing about old stories.

"So, are you ever going to tell a certain someone how you feel?" Yelena sneakily asks before taking a sip of her red wine. "Well, I never thought I'd ever admit to Sam that I actually love his sense of humour but I guess I will now," I respond back which earns a glare from the sisters making me sigh in defeat.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that? Wanda is happy. She and Vision seem to be working on a pretty serious relationship and I'm not going to ruin that for her," I explain before throwing a piece of bread into my mouth.

"You're an idiot," Natasha points out and I nod agreeing with her with a dry chuckle, "you're not wrong."

"And you're going to tell me that I'm stupid in a minute," I continue before anyone could throw a remark.

"There it is, she's about to tell us something stupid she did and this entire dinner to bond with her sisters was just a way to lessen the blow. I knew it!" Yelena throws the accusation across the table as if she solved a murder mystery.

I get up from the table and walk to the counter grabbing a folded piece of paper. I close my eyes taking a deep breath before walking to sit back beside Natasha who narrows her eyes at the piece of paper in my hands.

I hesitate for a second before I hand her my official welcome letter to the company I'm working for. She takes it cautiously and unfolds the paper looking almost terrified at what she might find. I watch her eyes read the words on the paper and I flinch when I hear her gasp and I bite my inner cheek as I watch the tears pool at the rim of her eyes.

"What the hell is in that paper?" Yelena asks cautiously but before I can even acknowledge her Natasha flicks her tearful eyes at me in disbelief. I hear Yelena's chair scrape on the floor before snatching the paper out of Natasha's hand. I watch her frantically read the contents of the paper and she shakes her head in disbelief.

"You're lying. This is a joke. Tell me this is a joke Y/n!" Yelena yells looking at me with angry tears.

"I'm sorry," I say just above a whisper while finally letting myself let go of all the tears I've been holding in. Yelena scoffs before throwing the letter on the counter as she paces the room stressfully. I look back at Natasha who's still staring at me, not bothering with the tears rolling freely down her face.

"Don't get me wrong Y/n, I'm happy for you. That job, that position, that pay, that's an amazing offer, especially for someone who just graduated and I'm so happy and proud of you for earning it. But fuck, Seattle? That's a 5-hour plane ride from here! How the hell am I going to see you? Are we even going to see you? And you leave in 5 days? Are you serious right now?" Natasha groans, obviously conflicted with her feelings as I am with mine.

"I need some air," Yelena mutters before exiting and stepping out on my balcony.

"Who knows?" Natasha asks. "Only Tony and before you say anything, he found out because he was snooping." Natasha rolls at the revelation, "typical Tony," she mutters making both of us chuckle. See? I guess it wasn't too bad. This could have gone much worse.

...

I scratch my eyebrow exhaling loudly trying to control the building anxiety in the pit of my stomach. I drop another folded shirt into my suitcase before swallowing and trying to control my breathing. It's Wednesday night and I'm home trying to pack my whole entire life into just 2 medium-sized suitcases.

I thought to keep my apartment here in NYC and while I'm gone, Yelena will be moving in to sublease as she finishes her schooling. Therefore, I don't have to move furniture or anything major, just most of my clothes into these suitcases and probably live minimalistic for however long I need to. Also, at least I'd have an apartment to come back to if I ever move back or visit the city.

Everyone in our circle of friends knows of my relocation except for one person, well two, if I'm counting Vision but Vision is kind of a part of the friend group but kinda not at the same time. His presence is just ... weird ... in the best way possible and I'm not sure how to explain it. Wanda doesn't know about it and I'm honestly just procrastinating telling her because I have no idea how to tell her.

We haven't spoken properly since her birthday, we spoke during our graduation but not really at the same time. Tony insisted on having a going away party this Friday and I tried declining but when his mind is made up, it's made up. There was supposed to be the last send-off party for everyone this weekend but they decided to cancel that and move the party to Friday before my flight. Wanda and Vision think that the last send-off party for our graduated asses was simply being rescheduled to Friday, they have no idea of the true reasoning and so they aren't suspicious about it.

I am planning on talking to Wanda Friday morning before the party because I don't want her to be dumbfounded walking through the doors. She'll be mad that I'm telling her at the very last minute but I don't think I can tell her any earlier because if I do and she asks me to stay, I would stay.

I sigh, plopping myself down on the bed beside my open overflowing suitcase and I stare at the ceiling biting my lips to stop my lips from quivering.

This is the right choice, right? I mean, there's no other way to move on if I stay close to Wanda.

...

I roll over on my bed and face the window that gives me a full view of the crack of dawn over New York City, a view I'll surely miss. Today's the day. I leave today. I haven't spoken to anyone since Wednesday morning and no one has reached out to me either and I think that's because no one knows what to say. Everyone is dealing with this change in their own little world, which I don't blame them for, I don't think I've fully accepted it either.

I feel as if my body is on autopilot and I've numbed myself and I knew that the moment I get on that plane, I'm going to break. The walls I've been holding these last few weeks are slowly going to crumble down but for now, I can't show anyone how this change is truly breaking me apart.

The party is at 3 pm and my flight is at 7 pm which means I have to be at the airport by 6 pm which also means that I have to leave the party at around 5:30 pm to get there on time. Two and a half hours at the party seems like enough time for all the goodbyes.

I sigh watching the sun come up as I curl further into my blanket, not wanting to leave the warmth of my bed just yet. I'm going to go see Wanda at around 11 am in hopes that it's enough time to get everything out before I leave. I thought about telling her how I truly feel about her but that would just be dumb and incredibly selfish of me. She's happy. She might not be happy with me but she's happy and content in her relationship and that's all I've ever wanted for her.

I know Vision enough to know that he treats her how she deserves to be treated. I know that he'll do everything he can to make sure she is happy and well taken care of and with that knowledge, I feel comfortable enough to leave.

Yelena and Kate insisted to come with me when I do go see Wanda, no idea why, but I agreed knowing how much I'll need their emotional support.

My eyes flicker to the dark green tiny velvet box that's sitting on my bedside table, biting my lips as I stare at it forcing myself to stop the tears from forming.

Papa Olek and mama Iryna sat me one summer and told me they knew of my feelings for their daughter, Wanda. Funny thing was, I haven't even come to that realization yet so I tried to deny their assumption but they explained to me how they see the love that I have just by how I look at Wanda. They explained that it's the way papa Olek looked at mama Iryna and vice versa.

They gave me the engagement ring that papa Olek had given mama Iryna when he proposed saying they know that Wanda and I will be a forever thing. I asked them what if I wasn't the one? They simply brushed the idea off but when I pressed the possibility of me not being the one Wanda chooses, they told me that they trust my approval for whoever might end up with Wanda and to make sure to pass the ring along, only if I was 110% sure of it.

Then the next summer they passed away from a terrible accident and I vowed to keep Wanda forever safe. Pietro knows of the ring and what mama and papa had told me. He sometimes comes over to look at it when he misses his parents but Wanda has zero clue about it. She looked for the ring after their passing but soon gave up when she couldn't find it anywhere, utterly disappointed.

And now I look at it with a heavy chest, "I might not be the one mama and papa," I whisper out with a sob as I bury my face into the pillow finally letting a few tears out.

"Shhh," Natasha whispers from behind me as she wraps her arms around my waist pulling me closer while I feel the bed dip in front of me. "We got you," I hear Yelena say softly before wrapping her arms around me. My russian sisters sandwiched me in a tight hug while I let out the emotions I've been holding onto for the last few weeks. I guess I can't hold it in long enough to get to the airport first.

I grab onto Yelena's arm, sobbing into her chest, my whole body shaking as I let my heart cry out.

...

Third Person POV

Y/n takes a deep breath before exhaling slowly to calm her nerves, she quickly knocks firmly on the door before she had a second to doubt her decision. Not even a second later the woman who's been messing with her heart opens the door, surprised with Y/n's unannounced visit.

"Y/n?" Wanda asks confused but steps aside to let her in. "Hi," Y/n says quietly as she passes the brunette.

"What are you doing here?" Wanda asks after closing the door and making her way to the kitchen. "Did you want some water? coffee?" the brunette asks and Y/n shakes her head, "No thank you."

"Do you have time to talk?" Y/n asks quietly and her tone catches Wanda's full attention, turning around forgetting her current task. "Yeah, I do. Actually, I wanted to talk to you too."

"Oh? What's up?" Y/n says as she fiddles with her rings nervously.

"Um," Wanda visibly swallows. "I've been meaning to tell you this for a while now and I just, I couldn't because I didn't want it to ruin our friendship."

"Wanda, what is it?" Y/n asks, her voice now sounding worried. "Vis and I had a talk. We had a talk about you. A few conversations about you actually," Wanda starts making Y/n feel uneasy.

"Well first of all, we broke up. We broke up because he was right."

"He was right about what? Wanda just tell me you're scaring me," Y/n pleads as she already feels herself start thinking about how she'll confront Vision for breaking Wanda's heart.

"He's right when he said that I was in love with you," Wanda drops and Y/n felt as if time just froze her in place. Did she hear that correctly?

"What?" Y/n asks after a few seconds and Wanda chews at her lip before repeating her words, sounding firmer this time. "Y/n," they lock eyes together with emotions swirling in them, "I'm desperately and utterly in love with you. I have been for years."

Y/n suddenly forgot how to breathe, she stood there for a moment, all she could do was stare. Was what she heard right? Or was her mind playing tricks on her? Worse, is this some kind of sick joke? A big dream that she'll think waking up would be her biggest nightmare?

After what felt like hours, but in reality just a minute, the true meaning of Wanda's words finally started sinking into her and her body almost felt weak at the realization. She blinks her thoughts away to see that Wanda was still there, standing in front of her with a terrified, but slightly hopeful look in her eyes.

Y/n, where the hell is your tongue? Speak woman!

Y/n blinks a couple more times before opening her mouth, "I love you too."

Within an instant, Wanda closes the space between the two and smashes her lips against Y/n's pink plump ones. Y/n stood there shocked but quickly reciprocates before her mind finally catches up to reality. She slightly pushes Wanda away from her, "Wands stop."

"What? I thought -" Wanda starts but Y/n cuts her off quickly. "I know. And I do, I just, I have something to tell you first." Wanda's eyebrows furrow at her words before encouraging her to continue, "okay what is it?"

"I got offered a job, at my internship."

Wanda's eyes widen in excitement and if it was on any other day, Y/n would melt to mush at the sight but at this moment she only felt her heart break even more. "Really? Is it the position you've been working hard to reach?"

Y/n nods and Wanda lets out a squeal in excitement. "That's amazing! I'm so proud of you!" the brunette steps forward to give her a hug but Y/n puts her hand up. "The job is in Seattle."

Wanda's smile immediately dropped and she swallows the bile that threatened to come up, feeling sick at the thought of Y/n leaving to go across the country. Seattle? No way. It seemed like her voice was refusing to speak, refusing to ask the question that she almost doesn't want to ask.

"What are you going to do?" Wanda whispers as she blinks the tears trying to pool at the brim of her eyes.

"Wanda ..." Y/n starts and Wanda's green eyes snap up at hers at the cautious tone she used. Y/n almost cringes at the sight of the brunette's eyes widen slightly as she puts it together, "you took the job."

"I can't turn it down," Y/n tells her firmly. "You know I've been working hard for this position for the last two years. I can't turn it down."

"Fine. I'll go with you," Wanda says confidently. She didn't even have to think about it, she can't see herself anywhere that Y/n isn't. She'd relocate across the world if that means she finally gets to be with Y/n.

"Wanda no," Y/n shakes her head. "I can't ask you to do that, absolutely not."

The brunette takes a step closer, "you're not asking." Y/n continues to shake her head and takes a step back, "no. Your life is here."

"Y/n, I want to be where you are," Wanda says firmly. "I want to be with you."

"Wanda, I don't want you to go." Wanda's eyebrows furrow as she takes a couple of steps back, slightly confusing Y/n. "Oh," she whispers as her shoulders deflate.

Wanda starts pacing around as her mood changes faster than a blink of an eye. Now, she was angry. How can Y/n tell her she loves her back and kiss her back and then tell her that she's leaving her? What the hell is that? This has to be some sick sick sick joke. Maybe even a bet because what the hell?

Y/n watches her, swallowing the lump in her throat that's pushing its way out. She hasn't even had the time to actually process the fact that the woman she's been pining over, she's been in love with, she's been trying to move on from, actually reciprocated the same feelings this whole entire time. Everything was blurring and it was making Y/n's mind cloudy.

Suddenly Wanda stops abruptly facing her with her eyebrows furrowed, "you said you loved me."

"And I do," Y/n tells her without skipping a beat but something in her eyes flickered that didn't go unnoticed by the brunette. "But, you're going to leave me?" Wanda presses and Y/n sighs in return.

"You know, everyone kept saying that we've been walking around each other, playing the safe hurtful game. That we were both the reasons why nothing ever happened between us. But this time, it's me. I'm the reason why this isn't going to work out."

"I just don't get it. Make it make sense Y/n," Wanda desperately says. "I tell you I'm in love with you and you tell me you love me and I'm standing here telling you that I want to be with you but here you are choosing to leave me," the brunette's voice slightly gets louder as her anger becomes more prominent.

"Wanda. This is important to me. I've worked hard the last two years of uni for this, you were there while I did so you must know how much I want this. How much I need this," Y/n tells the brunette firmly.

"Then fucking take me! Take me with you! I said I want to go."

"No. I already said no. I don't want you to go. And plus, I'm barely going to be home as it is. The position is demanding, relationships are demanding, and I don't even know how much time I'll have in my hands for free time. I can't do both." Wanda scoffs as she shakes her head.

"So you're saying I'm going to be a distraction?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying! Stop putting words in my mouth," Y/n seethes. Why can't Wanda understand her? "What I'm saying is I don't want you to go. Your life is here and I am not going to have you drop it all for me. So no Wanda. You can not come and that's the end of that conversation."

"It's not that you can't do both. It's that you don't want to. Hell, you aren't even willing to try!"

Y/n just stared at her. How can Wanda think that? Y/n is doing this for her, to be better, to be enough for her. How can she say that she isn't willing to try when Y/n has been drowning and kicking herself for the last few years to make sure she was enough?

The silence that followed was deafening and it finally truly dawned on the two their current reality. The exchange between the two was like watching an intense game of tennis, going off of pure adrenaline to even realize what actually was happening. And now that they finally got a moment of silence the adrenaline slowly died down and sadness started seeping in. Sadness that they both feel will end up drowning them.

Wanda is now truly understanding that Y/n was leaving. She can see it in Y/n's eyes that her decision was made up, this wasn't something she just decided on this morning. This has been in the works and she can feel herself getting angry at the fact that she's only finding out now. But then her anger soon turns into darkness, sadness, and loneliness, at the thought that her Y/n is leaving her. She's going on with her life without Y/n and she can't have that. She can't live without Y/n in her life, without her being a few blocks down, without the choice of just calling her up to go meet up for lunch in the city.

As for Y/n, her mind reminded her that Wanda had just confessed her feelings. The same feelings that she has had for the brunette for years now. She didn't come here with the intention of coming clean with her feelings, she believed that Wanda never looked at her like that. No matter how many times their friends told her that Wanda reciprocated her feelings, she believed that there was never a slight chance. How could she when Wanda made sure to always say how straight she was and how in love she was with Vision?

Y/n's decision to accept the position across the world was because she's been working for this for the last two years of uni but thinking Wanda will never like her back definitely pushed her further into that decision. On top of that, she also wanted to take it in hopes one day she can be enough for the brunette but here they were. The woman of her dreams finally told her what she's been wanting to hear and she's still choosing to leave because if she was ever to give them a try, she wants to make sure that she was enough and that she can provide.

"Y/n," Wanda whispers as tears start making their way to her eyes, "you can't just leave."

"I can. I have to," Y/n breathes out. "We can figure this all out," Wanda tries to reason with her, taking a step closer.

"There's nothing to figure out," Y/n shares but Wanda can see that there's more to it. "What is it?" Wanda asks shakily.

"I leave today."

Today? Y/n leaves today?

"You what?" Wanda exclaims heartbroken. She shakes her head, no way is this happening. This has to be a nightmare. This can not be happening. With Y/n just standing there with now tears in her own eyes Wanda continues, "we can make this work. We can find a way to make both of us work. This has to work Y/n."

"Wanda .." Y/n breathes out, scratching her eyebrows.

"How the hell can you just stand there and act like you don't care at all?" Wanda pushes, her irritation with the situation getting the best of her.

"I do care Wands," the nickname furthermore breaks the brunette's heart. "Then start acting like it!" Wanda shoots in complete frustration.

"I'm sorry," that's all Y/n can give because there's no turning back now. Wanda's defensive shoulders drop and she closes the gap between them once again, taking a hold of the back of Y/n's neck. "Please, please don't do this," Wanda whispers as she rests her forehead against Y/n's.

"I'm sorry," Y/n says again, letting a few tears roll down her cheeks. Wanda only shakes her head rapidly and presses her lips against Y/n's. Wanda let out a sob through the kiss, both their tears mixed together. Y/n takes hold of the back of Wanda's neck, pressing their lips together as hard as they can and allows herself to let out a sob as well. They relay their heavy emotions through the kiss knowing that this was it.

"I'm sorry," Y/n whispers against Wanda's lips before gripping the brunette's wrist, pulling them away from her as she steps back from the kiss.

"Y/n .. please," Wanda sobs out.

"I'll come back for you," Y/n whispers and with that, she turns around and walks out.

...

The clock strikes 5:45 pm and Y/n's phone blares its alarm for the third time tonight, reminding her of her flight. She glances at the door before facing her group of friends, "I can't wait any longer. I have to go."

Natasha sighs while everyone sends Y/n a sorrowful look. She doesn't need pity, not right now because she can not afford to have another breakdown today. She's had two already, third time can not happen before she gets into the plane.

Everyone walks Y/n to the door, bidding her a quick goodbye knowing that they're all pressed for time. "Natasha we know for a fact you'll get her to the airport on time, but please make sure she's in one piece," Sam jokes trying to lighten the mood but he only gets a hard glare from the redhead making everyone laugh.

"I'll be fine Sam," Y/n tells him before grabbing her purse since all of her suitcases were already in the car. "I love you all so much and thank you for this. I will text the group chat when I land. And please don't drink too much."

"I'm sorry not everyone made it here tonight," Tony says and Y/n waves her hand dismissingly. "It's fine. Maybe it's better this way," she tells him. She does not want to dwell on the fact that Wanda didn't make it on time for the party.

Natasha and Yelena usher Y/n out to the car, her two sisters wanting to be the one who drives her to the airport and no one dared to argue with them.

Y/n stares out the window, watching as she gets further and further from the place she called home.

...

Yelena and Natasha walk into Tony's apartment and quickly scan the group who were all quietly sitting in front of the TV in the living room, watching Friends at a low volume, and it's apparent that no one was paying attention to the show. Everyone was distraught at their friends' departure, rightfully so as Y/n had always been the glue of the friend group. She was always accepting, welcoming, and forgiving, and she had the biggest and kindest heart.

Everyone felt like someone had cut off a limb from their bodies, now not knowing how to function properly again.

"She's still not here?" Yelena asks the group as she walks closer and Kate shakes her head making Yelena's anger towards the sokovian resurface. The blonde russian sits beside Kate while Natasha sits on her other side. It was evident that everyone was upset towards Wanda, Yelena and Natasha were a bit angrier as they're the most protective over Y/n.

Yelena is a fun person, she's light, and she's always joking. It's rare to truly piss her off but if you do, you better run for the hills. Natasha's scary when she's mad and everyone tries to stay within her good graces for the most part but Yelena's something else; and by the way her nose is flaring at the moment, it makes everyone want to reach for their phone to tell Wanda not to come if she wants to stay alive. Unfortunately, the window to save the sokovian from the russian wrath was shut closed when the said sokovian walks through the door mid-laugh with Vision.

"I thought this was supposed to be a party? Where's the music?" Wanda says after realizing how quiet the house was and Bucky's eyes flicker to Yelena, ready to stop the blonde from jumping on the brunette if it came to.

"Where have you been?" Steve asks timidly. If it wasn't Y/n trying to calm a situation, it was Steve as he had an old soul like his grandfather who fought in the war.

"Vis and I went to the movies but after that, we stopped by the arcade beside the cinema and kinda lost track of time," she explains while she and Vision walk closer to the group. Yes, they broke up, but Vision was the one she's been coming to for advice about her feelings regarding Y/n. "Why?"

After Y/n left her apartment this morning, she called Vision in hysterics and Vision just did what he can to distract Wanda throughout the day. The two of them completely lost track of time and it also didn't help that they didn't know what time Y/n was leaving. All Wanda knew was that Y/n's flight was going to be late tonight.

"You're late," Sam comments with his arms crossed over his chest, not even bothering to look up at them as he continues to stare at the coffee table. The man was one of Y/n's closest friends and was the next most protective over Y/n after the russian sisters, although the rest of the group would wanna argue against his claims which only further proves how much they all value Y/n.

"We weren't aware of the strict time frame, we're sorry," Vision sincerely says but his genuine tone doesn't stop Yelena from scoffing as a response that only confuses Wanda further.

"What's going on? And why are you upset with us being late? I don't see Y/n being here," Wanda's poor choice of words breaks the thin grip Yelena had on her patience.

The blonde jumps to her feet quickly ready to charge towards Wanda's direction but Natasha grips at her wrist keeping her in place, "are you fucking serious right now?" she seethes towards the sokovian.

Yelena looks down at Natasha, "is she fucking serious right now?" and then she looks around the group of people, "she can't be fucking serious."

"Why can't anyone just tell me what the hell is going on?" Wanda asks out loud, frustration clear in her voice. Why is everyone mad at her? To Wanda's mind, Y/n hasn't even arrived at the party yet so why were they mad at her?

"You don't get to be frustrated right now. You don't get to be mad. You don't get to be anything! And you know what? Maybe it's better you don't know because if you did, you'd probably make this a lot more harder and painful like you always do."

"Excuse me?" Wanda tilts her head, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" What are they on about?

"Yelena let's calm down," Steve offers as he gets up to stand in front of Yelena to block her view of the sokovian but Natasha steps in between them facing the man. "I'd back away if I were you, Steve."

Natasha has her own words to spew toward the brunette but she was better than her sister at keeping them down. "Natasha, let's not escalate this. Y/n wouldn't want that and you know that."

"What does what Y/n want have to do with this?" Vision cluelessly asks. "I'd shut up if I were you Vision," Clint comments.

"Okay okay, why don't we all just have a breather. It's late, it's been a long day, let's all take a deep breath and maybe take a sip of water?" Kate says as her eyes bounce to every person in the room as she awkwardly shuffles around in front of the tv.

"Where's Y/n?" Wanda asks quietly.

"And now you want to know?" Yelena says with sarcasm and chuckles humourlessly. "Vision collect your girlfriend and take her home before I say something I'll regret," Natasha says stepping away from Steve to look at Wanda finally. The redhead obviously knows that they've broken up, but she was far too upset at this current moment to care.

"Where's Y/n, Natasha?" Wanda asks louder, ignoring all the other comments being thrown at her. Her stomach was twisting, an awful feeling about what the reason for their anger towards her was. No way. No way did she miss Y/n. No way did she not say goodbye to Wanda.

She couldn't have left already, it's still early. Wanda's heart was beating hard against her that she was afraid it'd jump out.

"Um, water anyone? How about a walk?" Kate's comment falls on deaf ears.

"She's gone and she left because of you."

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