#wanda x pietro

[alicent-targaryen]

RED RIDING HOOD!WANDA x WOLF!PIETRO aesthetic board

#she's a witch and he's a werewolf and they live happy together in the woods ❤️ no one touch me lmao someone better write this! #mcu #marvel #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #pietro maximoff #aaron taylor johnson #quicksilver #avengers: age of ultron #wandavision #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness #tv #film #moodboard by ria #maxicest #scarletsilver #wanda x pietro #pietro x wanda

[vole-mon-amour]

Honestly, I think only an anti would think that you start shipping siblings after some traumatic event. Or wait until they get way older. Or whatever an anti would think.

Shipping brothers, sisters, brothers with sisters is often the "best friends to lovers" trope. It doesn't happen out of nowhere. They develop this amazing bond throughout the years that you can later turn into literally anything.

And in one of my aus, Sam and Nate sleep in the same bed at the orphanage despite the kids there being mean about it. Why would they care if their bond is the most valuable thing they have?

And in another of my AUs, they start figuring things out at around 14-16. They're clumsy and awkward, but they're kids and they're into each other.

And there was another idea I had that didn't make it i to anything, but stuck with me as an idea: Nathan getting hard for the first time on a bike as Sam is driving, and Nate is around 12-13, and he doesn't really know what's going on here just yet.

Honestly, if siblings date as adults, it's most likely because of something they shared/developed during childhood and teenage years. That doesn't

That, of course, if they were growing up together. If they weren't and they meet and one or both of them don't know they're siblings and they like each other, sure, that can happen too.

There are so many cool ways how it all can go? Plus, there's also pining where one is deeply in love and the other is freaked out. Or they're not, but they're not into their sibling like that. Or they are, but it's wrong, they shouldn't even think of the possibility.

Like, come on! Such a good trope! And sometimes with twins it's even cooler as there is some deeper connection as if they can read each other's thoughts.

#proship #pro ship #drakecest #wanda x pietro #some sibling ships i look at and be no thanks. that's platonic. #and the others... well. #natiswriting #can you fell that my brain doesn't let me sleep again? #so this is how i relax

[lioni23]

“All I wanted was to fix the world and give you a place worth of your beauty and kindness.” - Pietro to Wanda *-* <3

#maxicest #wanda x pietro #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #comics #x-men

[thebiggerbear]

You Didn't See That Coming? - Pietro x Wanda

Summary: Wanda had never known pain like this. After everything she and Pietro had endured, why did this have to happen?

A/N: This is something I had written back in 2016 on my old AO3 account. I normally don't ship or write for any fictional incest pairings (outside of the Game of Thrones verse) and I don't really ship this one (I'm more of a Wanda x Vision girl) but after seeing Age of Ultron for the first time, I got hit in the feels and just had to write out what I was feeling. This is what came of it. I had My Immortal by Evanescence in mind while writing.

Even though this was well written before, I haven't seen WandaVision or the Dr. Strange sequel so I have no idea what happened to Wanda's or Vision's storylines after the Avengers movies.

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Warnings: grief; a moment of incest (nothing sexual)

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Wanda had never known pain like this. The kind of pain that washes over you like a tidal wave and consumes you from the inside out, pulling you deeper and deeper until there is nothing but blackness all around you. How could he do this to her?

She choked back a small sob at the thought and shut her eyes in shame. Pietro had done the right thing, the only thing, the same thing she would have done herself had she been in his place. The very thing he had been doing since they were children and that mortar shell had destroyed everything they held dear. He had saved a child's life as well as their comrade's. The same comrade she couldn't bear to look upon lest she see the smile that graced his face every time he spoke with his wife on the phone. The happiness that adorned his handsome features each time he said 'I love you' in farewell was more than she could stomach, forcing her to turn away in grief and resentment.

Pietro deserved that same happiness that he was unfairly cheated out of; that they both were.

A tiny smile began to take shape as memories slowly began to surface. A young Pietro holding her to him under the bed in their parents' home, both paralyzed with fear as they waited for Stark to finish them off. How he had whispered to her that it would all be okay and kissed the side of her head reassuringly while he faintly trembled beside her. How the nightmares seized her for years afterward and he ran to her side, taking her in his arms to slowly rock her and soothingly whisper comforting words to her. How he took her hand before each stage of Strucker's experiments, squeezing it in a silent promise that he would watch over her and not let anything happen to her. How he always enjoyed reminding her how much older he was than her (a mere twelve minutes) each time she would snap at him if his newfound abilities made him too cocky. How he always made sure she was safe and unharmed, above everyone else including himself.

The smile faded before it could fully form. Safe...if only she could have kept him so.

What she wouldn't give to have him standing here before her now, to yell at him, to slap him, to take his face in her hands as the tears rolled down her cheeks and see the images in his mind she had once seen, finally making them a reality...

Wanda had only recently discovered she was able to read minds, another ability that had manifested after Strucker's latest experiment of using the scepter on her. No one knew, not yet and never would if she had something to say about it, no one except Pietro. To say he had been astonished was an understatement. He was glad for her, it was an advantageous power to have, but Wanda noticed he soon became cautious in her presence, never truly meeting her eyes and always remaining vigilant in his thoughts. A part of her was curious and wanted to know just what it was that her brother was hiding from her. Being twins, they never kept secrets from each other. In the end, though, she respected his privacy and didn't push further than the surface thoughts of their home, their parents, his desire to save his country, his determination to protect her at all costs. Until that one night...

Another horrific nightmare had rocked Wanda to her core and she had woken in terror, screaming and panicked. As always, Pietro was at her side in seconds, holding her and kissing her dark hair, whispering that she was safe. She had begged him to stay, not wanting him to leave, his presence comforting and reassuring. He had agreed and locked his arms protectively around her as she settled onto his chest. Pietro was sleeping once more almost immediately but Wanda could not give into sleep so easily, not after that dream. She heard her brother's heartbeat under her ear and without even making the decision to, she probed his mind, hoping the calming images she saw there would soothe her nerves and lull her into a peaceful rest. She had no idea what she had been expecting, perhaps another dinner between their parents and younger versions of themselves that didn't end in death and destruction, but she had not expected that.

Pietro was teasing her, as always, and she was giving him a sharp look. He charmed his way back into her good graces, even making her laugh quietly. Pietro stepped closer to her and took her face into his hands, something he had always done. But this time, he slowly leaned in, forcing her eyes to widen before lips brushed against hers. Before she could think to react, Pietro had moved back, smirking playfully at her shocked expression. "You didn't see that coming?" Wanda jerked out of the dream with a small gasp of surprise. She gently lifted up to see if she had disturbed Pietro's slumber but thankfully, she had not. She carefully disentangled herself from her brother's embrace and sat up next to him on the small bed. Had she just seen what she thought she had just seen? Then again, it was a dream, not willful thoughts. He was unconscious and had no control over what popped into his mind. Dreams cannot be held against the one having them...can they?

After a few deep breaths and a couple of unsure glances over, Wanda decided that this was the case. Pietro was indeed asleep and could not be blamed for anything his mind created while he dreamed. Just to validate her decision, she probed his thoughts once more, to prove to herself that his dream must have shifted in the time it took her to mull all of this over.

She wished she hadn't. A hand, more specifically her hand, was gripping the side of his neck tightly as the dream version of herself kissed Pietro passionately. He had her up against a door, the door to her room in their holding cell to be precise, both still dressed (thank God) and he groaned against her mouth which was savagely ravishing his. Wanda gasped again in surprise as she closed the connection between them. This time, Pietro heard her as she did and was startled awake. In alarm, he was up in a flash and cupping her cheeks, bringing her gaze up to meet his. "Another bad dream?"

The touch that had once been natural between them was now too familiar, too reminiscent of what had just transpired between them in his dream, that she gently pulled away, causing his eyebrows to furrow in confusion. Instead, she took his hand in hers and squeezed slightly. "I am fine. While you are here, no bad dreams can come." She lifted their hands and kissed the top of his, smiling warmly at him with tears gathering in her eyes.

He didn't appear convinced. Of course, he wouldn't be, he knew her like no other. "Are you sure?"

She nodded, shaking a few tears loose and she hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him to her. "I am sure," she whispered, more tears spotting her cheeks when she felt him return the embrace whole-heartedly. She had closed her eyes and stifled a sob, unsure what to think and how to feel about her unintentional discovery. You didn't see that coming? No, she hadn't and that night as he held her, she wondered how she couldn't have.

Wanda's eyes were now closed, the last bit of the memory playing upon the backs of her eyelids. His smiling face as he pulled back to place a kiss to the side of her head made the grief and regret swallow her whole once more. She and Pietro had a profound bond, being twins and surviving everything together they had been forced to endure...but never had she envisioned it would affect either of them so deeply on so intimate a level. Then again, Pietro had always been home to her and she knew without shadow of a doubt that she had been home for him, too. You didn't see that coming? Now, she knew she had in some small way, had expected it even, though when it did happen it had still managed to take her by surprise.

"I know, honey. I know. I'll take care of it when I get there. I love you."

Wanda's grief flared at the words and her eyes snapped open, the now customary burning filling her pupils as she turned to see Clint smiling down at his phone, oblivious to the danger his fellow Avenger now posed to him. Her hands weaved through the air and snarled into position as red tendrils snaked through her fingers and coiled themselves around her wrists, ready to strike. The pain turned to rage and the telling red that filled her eyes burned brighter.

That happiness on his face should not be, his existence should not be...

As she was about to push out her hands and send Clint spiraling into the wall behind him, a strong hand dropped onto her shoulder, gripping tightly. Before Wanda could spin around to see who had come up behind her, the stoic expression of Vision entered her line of sight. His blue eyes stared deeply into hers. "Do not allow this to consume you. It will only lead you down a path of darkness and destruction," he warned her.

She jerked away from his hand and glared up at him. "You think I have not been down that path already? That I am not now on it? Stuck there forever?" She hissed.

His gaze never wavered but his tone had softened slightly at her words. "This grief you feel will eventually recede." She scoffed in disgust and turned to leave. "Do not stoke the fires of pain with rage. It will not end well. Your brother would not have wanted that for you." She stopped short. How dare Vision mention...him?

Her body faintly shaking with anger, Wanda slowly turned back towards him, her eyes burning once more, barely registering that Clint was now watching them warily from behind the android. "Do not speak of him again. You did not know him. You do not know what he wanted for me. You have no idea!" Clint's eyes widened slightly but Vision seemed to have expected it, considering his placement between Wanda and her initial target. Before either Clint or Vision could move, Wanda threw her hands out, allowing the red spirals to flash out and attack, exploding against the latter's chest and sending him flying into the very wall the former had been intended for. Clint had let out a stunned yell and hurried to Vision's side but Wanda was quickly striding away. You didn't see that coming?

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Wanda sniffled and pulled out the faded photograph she kept hidden away in the pocket of her jacket, the very one Pietro had given her before their first battle alongside the Avengers, before he-- She let out a small sob and unfolded it, staring down at the scene mournfully.

Pietro had always had a picture of their family that he kept with him to study and reminisce about the good times before a mortar shell had shattered their lives. So, it was no surprise to her when he showed up with a camera one day.

"How many times must I tell you that if you keep stealing, you're going to get shot?" How prophetic her words had been back then...

He had roguishly smiled at her. "She was just sitting there, all alone, practically begging for me to take her."

Wanda scoffed and fought the grin that threatened to upturn her lips at their corners, seeing his open joy at having procured the item. "So, you risk death for a cheap device?"

His smirk widened. "Not just any device, a camera!" He held it up for her to see.

She stared at it and then him. "Your speed has warped your mind," she dismissed the item and turned back to practice moving objects with her powers.

He chuckled and jogged around to her side. "No, no. Look, we can take pictures." He glanced down at the camera and his brows furrowed as he studied the buttons. "I wonder, how does someone take...a selfie?"

Snorting in amusement thinly veiled as disgust, Wanda chose to abandon her training for the moment. There would be no amount of deep focus that could rival Pietro's excitement over his new toy and his determination to share it with her. "Now I know you have been complacent too long."

Pietro frowned, still trying to figure out how best to take a self-portrait. He would hold out the camera, snap a picture and then flip the little machine over, glaring in frustration at the black screen. "I don't understand..."

Wanda bit back a laugh and snatched the camera away from him, despite his protest. After a quick examination of the buttons which only had small symbols etched in black beside each of them, Wanda took a guess, pressed one and the camera came to life. She pointed the lens at Pietro and snatched a photo, blinding him with the flash. She flipped it over and sure enough, Pietro's surprised face showed on the display screen. "Here." She shoved it back at him.

He took the camera back gleefully and before she could move back, Pietro caught her and pulled her into him. She attempted to squirm away but his grip tightened. "I want to take our picture," he coaxed, smiling wide. Wanda's eyes blinked at the bright flash. "There," he crowed triumphantly, showing her their end result.

Wanda scowled at it, seeing her uncomfortable expression right next to his grinning one. She thrust the camera back at him and slipped her arm around his shoulders, making his eyebrows arch quizzically. "We can do better."

She had never seen his smile so wide as he pulled her closer and held up the camera.

Wanda mashed her lips together to stifle any further sobs that attempted to escape, tasting the saltiness of her tears as she stared down at the picture, red swirls pouring out of her hands, twisting and wrapping around it gently, clinging almost lovingly. In their second photo, Wanda had kissed Pietro's cheek and he looked so happy...

If only she could have him here again, one more moment they could have had together, then maybe she could have told him how she felt. She could have confessed to seeing the forbidden images in his dream and that maybe after the initial shock and horror wore off, just maybe, she had wanted them to be a reality, too.

You didn't see that coming?

#pietro x wanda #wanda x pietro #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x pietro maximoff #maxicest #maxicest fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #wanda maximoff

[bananabrain0]

Lorna Dane: Murder at the Polaris Express 🔪 🚞 Action and mystery-packed fanfic by @scott-summers2

Psychedelic art by me

For you if you ship: Lorna/Erik, Lorna/Alison, Lorna/Alex Summers, Lorna/Wanda, Lorna/Pietro, Wanda/Pietro

#polaris #wanda x pietro #magneto family #alison blaire #x men fanart

[finnicks]

( fic ) now i'm coming home

now i'm coming home

wandavision | wanda/pietro + wanda & billy & tommy mature, 5.1k Wanda writes, directs, and acts in season two of WandaVision. Rather than allowing her performers to improvise, she makes sure she creates a perfect show with a happy ending this time.

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Or: Wanda learns how to fix a flawed spell and takes back what is hers.

#wanda x pietro #pietro x wanda #wandavision fic #wandavision fanfic #wandavision fanfiction #maxicest #mcu fic #mcu fanfic #mcu fanfiction #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff fanfic #wanda maximoff fanfiction #pietro maximoff fic #pietro maximoff fanfic #pietro maximoff fanfiction #quicksilver fic #quicksilver fanfic #quicksilver fanfiction #scarlet witch fic #scarlet witch fanfic #scarlet witch fanfiction #userjaded #my fic #*mine #this is one of my favourites

[scott-summers2]

Lorna Dane: Murder at Polaris Express

Do you want to read a fic where Lorna is a detective that has to resolve a murder mystery while tries to fix the relationship with her father? And with a lot of smut too?

Then look no more and just click the link:

#lorna dane #magneto #x men fanfiction #wanda x pietro #smoking

[incorrectquotesmcu]

[Wanda speaking Sokovian]

Y/N, sighing: Yeah, I know.

Pietro: You speak Sokovian?

Y/N: No. I just know the phrase, "This is all your fault".

Y/N: She says it a lot.

#source: jessie #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff incorrect quotes #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel #avengers #avengers incorrect quotes

[toytle]

everything abt this is outdated but ykw. tag yourself anyway, i’m jean and fred

text ID under cut:

mom jeans (jean): 1) leader but not by choice 2) never forgets a birthday 3) gets away with things due to her reputation

mom jeans (jean): 1) leader but not by choice 2) never forgets a birthday 3) gets away with things due to her reputation

fuzzy elf (kurt): 1) tries to be hip with the kids (is a kid) 2) honorary catboy 3) fingerguns his way out of situations

:3 (kitty): 1) impulsive shopper 2) livetweets everything 3) says ‘omg’ and ‘ttyl’ outloud 4) bakes muffins for her friends! they are inedible!

skater boi (evan): 1) cool guy syndrome 😎 (undiagnosed adhd) 2) steals food off his friends' plates 3) PARKOUR!

e-girl blueprint (rogue): 1) hopeless romantic 2) only child AND middle child energy 3) knows the best thrifting spots

“””team leader””” (lance): 1) tries a lot, fails a lot 2) anger is default emotion 3) probably named his car betty or smth

actual team leader (pietro). 1) cool guy syndrome 😎 (unmedicated adhd) 2) causes problems on purpose 3) motivated by attention

toad (todd): 1) thinks he's just soo funny. well, he is. 2) hasn't showered in a month 3) stays out of drama but Will grab the popcorn

bombshell blonde (tabitha): 1) self-loathing vs superiority complex: fight! 2) flirts with friends 3) parties to avoid being alone with her thoughts

scarlet bitch (wanda): 1) hates authority figures 2) cuts her own hair. and clothes. 3) in a constant state of overstimulation 4) deserves to snap tbh

hey it’s (fred)!: 1) cries easily 2) would literally murder for friends 3) treats plushies like living creatures

professor clean (xavier): 1) “hello el gee bee tee que community" 2) adopts every child he sees 3) knows everything and yet nothing at all

grrrr (logan): 1) that sounds like a you problem." 2) acts like he hates kids but tacks their drawings to the fridge 3) believes that violence is the answer

weather report (ororo): 1) everyone's bisexual awakening 2) has high expectations for everyone, including herself 3) live laugh love 😊😊😊 or else

mr beast but like actually (hank): 1) god, i could really use a drink." *makes chamomile tea* 2) longs to be a smooth rock basking in the sun 3) gives unwarranted life lessons

another blue one (mystique): 1) #girlboss 2) “gay rights but only for me" 3) loves her son but will dropkick other children

magnum dong (magneto): 1) heterophobic 2) "you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair" 3) does not love his son AND will dropkick other children

#this is a good couple yrs old but it still makes me rly happy #you can see how much i tried to push myself out of my comfort zone #x-men #x-men evolution #scott summers #jean grey #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #kitty pryde #evan daniels #rogue #lance alvers #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #todd tolansky #tabitha smith #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #fred dukes #charles xavier #professor x #wolverine #ororo munroe #hank mccoy #mystique #erik lehnsherr #magneto #marvel #described #dandoodles

[wanda-little-baby]

Winter Magic - Wanda Maximoff x romanoff!Reader

Summary: A simple plan for a special Christmas. When will it all fall apart? Can broken things be fixed? But above all, how much snow is there in Iowa?

Warnings: literally nothing, this is the fluffiest I've written, just a little frustration, otherwise it's all Christmas fluff (Ah wait I forgot, Pietro [yes he's the only warning])

A/N: Did you understand how much I love Christmas? Well here you will get a slight taste of quantity.

Words: 15.027

(This is more or less the Wanda I've imaginated here)

Winter is your favorite season and everyone at the compound knows it. Actually, you love Christmas, and Christmas is in the winter so you love both.

From the first snowfall an incredible joy mounts you and you are already looking forward to December.

Funny Christmas sweaters are a must for you, together with a roundup of typical Christmas films and baking sweets of all kinds.

Your room from early December (even before) is already full of flashing lights and you always make a ponytail with green and red white bows.

The best thing about the holidays is sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, wearing a nice sweater, heavy trousers and woolen socks (Christmas obviously) and enjoying a nice hot chocolate with marshmallows.

This year, however, Christmas will be even more special, because strangely it seems that even the bad guys have taken a break and so you are all present.

And while most of you (except you) aren't that into Christmas, you have three reasons to make this Christmas perfect.

First reason: Vision, he doesn't understand the meaning of Christmas and he never even celebrated it because he was literally born seven months ago, your job is to make him understand it.

Second and third reason: Wanda and Pietro, they haven't celebrated Christmas for a long time and you want them to feel as comfortable as possible, and what's better than an American-style Christmas?

Here you are then with a huge box of decorations in your arms and Vision behind you heading towards the tree in the center of the break room (basically your living room).

"I don't understand why so many decorations. Don't you want to blind someone?" the pesky synthezoid blared like a buzz as you carried the box.

"No, I won't blind anyone. They are used to decorate the tree" grimacing, continue your mission undeterred, make him fall in love with Christmas.

"Hey Wands, I brought the lights" you announce your presence in the room, before losing the box and finding yourself with a tree already full of lights and a satisfied Pietro next to you. "Pietro!!!" you both exclaim, she's closer than you so she manages to slap her arm, but your intent was the same.

"What is it? I just sped it up!" offended, he walks away from the tree and lets himself slip down on the sofa, while you roll your eyes at his antics. "This is not the meaning of Christmas, the meaning is to spend time with the family, with the people you love.Try to be kinder and stuff like that" puffing open the other box with decorations to hang.

"Yes, yes yes everyone is better at Christmas! I'll leave the balls to you girls if you care so much. Ungrateful" he snorts in resignation, turning on the television and flipping through the channels.

"Leave him alone. Piet has always been sensitive. There will be more fun for us"jokingly Wanda teases her twin, while hanging some balls on the tree. "Trust me, the fun has just begun," you counter along with the game

Usually when Wanda's around, which is most of the day, you feel all weird. A feeling in the stomach, pleasant in a certain sense, but since the Christmas period has begun it has been increasing.

If you would talk to your mother about it she would tell you that you are in love with Wanda, but you really don't want to because you know she is wrong right?

Right now you're not so sure.

Seeing her smile as she helped you decorate her Christmas tree, all those things you've said to each other since you met her, how close you've been in such a short time.

Oh shit!!! I'm in love with Wanda Maximoff!!!

You freeze for a moment when you realize it, but are forced back to normal when you remember that you are sharing a room with a telepath. You try to stick to plans but the more you spend time with Wanda the more you become convinced of your feelings and it wears you out.

ᗢ⧗── ･ ｡ﾟ⧗: *.ᗢ.* :⧗. ───⧗ᗢ

Now it's night, it's supposed to be the Christmas movie marathon and you were sitting on the sofa early waiting for others to join you.

When a brunette comes up to you and stands in front of you, she is surprised to see you so depressed and decides to sit on your lap. "What's bothering you oh my dear Y/N?" she looks at you curious, and you can't help but linger on her lips, how much you want to kiss her right now.

For a moment you really want it but then you see her blush and you understand that you were thinking about it really intensely almost as if you were screaming it mentally.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she asks you dumbfounded by your thoughts and then you can't help but try to withdraw and think of excuses for having ruined a friendship.

Just as you are about to push Wanda away and stand up two lips meet yours shyly.

At first you are a little alarmed by the sudden gesture but when you come back to reality you reciprocate gently sinking into the beauty of the girl you are kissing.

You can smell everything from the taste of her lip gloss to the sweet scent of her that she always wears. There is nothing more magical, time seems to stand still as you become the only people alive in this world, or at least the only ones you care about.

The kiss gets deeper and deeper, Wanda puts her hands behind your neck and your lips press closer and closer, then you tilt your head and let yours hang on her neck. You savor it until your lungs run out of air and when you stop you stare blissfully into each other's eyes, and damn if you're not in love with this girl.

"Are you? In love with me…" she asks, worried about a rejection but thrilled when she next gives her a little peck on her lips as confirmation. "I think I've always been" you get up on the courage after you finally admit it and start giving her light kisses in the crook of her neck managing to make her giggle.

"Hey! How long have you been so open with feelings," she manages between laughs before pulling away and expecting an honest answer. "With you, always. And then, didn't you tell me not to let opportunities slip away? Now I'm taking this opportunity with my new girlfriend." you with a toothy smile answered happy, perhaps not measuring well the weight of her words.

"Your girlfriend?" for a moment she sours a little, and then softens again when you start to feel bad and mumble various excuses. "No no no you don't have to apologize, it's just... It's funny, I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell you my feelings and then I saw you sitting here looking so depressed and I had to help you..." she tries to make you calm down, even getting a little embarrassed, so much so that she ran her hands over her face.

"...and then you kissed me, and I loved it. Look, I know I was a little rushed to establish you as my girlfriend and we can go slower if you want." you proposed before watching a frightened look hide behind her eyes.

"No, it's fine, of course I want to be your girlfriend it's just that… I wanted to be the first to come out. It's stupid" she says getting up and sitting next to you on the couch ashamed of being annoyed by such a childish thing.

You laugh softly and before she can frown you put your arm around her shoulders and pull her closer to her. "As long as it's about you it will never be stupid" you kisses her forehead and flutters a bit when she wrinkle her nose.

"Now it will be better to prepare for the arrival of the rest of the team, especially my mother, she will surely find out if we have done anything" you lean your head on your hand in frustration at the thought of having to hide anything so sweet between you and Wanda. "Oh but we didn't do anything honey bun, we've been here talking" she supports you with a wink before throwing a blanket towards you and spreading it over.

ᗢ⧗── ･ ｡ﾟ⧗: *.ᗢ.* :⧗. ───⧗ᗢ

While you two are turning on the first movie of the night, snuggling up close, haven't you noticed a certain redhead better known as your mother staring contentedly from behind the door jamb at the whole scene (yes, even the one of the kiss).

She knew it was going to happen ever since you talked about Wanda in Sokovia, and now she was about to interrupt an important moment in the new relationship, the first evening alone. She knew you wouldn't do anything naughty, especially since you had just had your first kiss, and so she trusted you two and she decided to vacate the room.

To avoid anyone else coming in and bothering you, Natasha told everyone else how things were, and no surprise they would have expected it too since you both kept talking about each other to everyone so they left you the movie night alone, at least all except Pietro.

With Pietro, Natasha had to handle it differently, she couldn't tell exactly what her sister was doing with his friend, so she... basically confined him to his room after sedating him.

That's it now she had secured the night off for her daughter, it was her turn to disappear from circulation now.

ᗢ⧗── ･ ｡ﾟ⧗: *.ᗢ.* :⧗. ───⧗ᗢ

You were there waiting for two hours and after being wary of showing loving attention in case someone came out of nowhere you slowly gave up realizing that no one would come anymore. "Guess they blew up movie night," you mutter as you look at your cell phone once again with the late hour clearly marked on it. "They don't know that they are lost" she consoles you by giving you a tender kiss on the cheek, and this makes you quite blush.

"They're missing out on the most beautiful girl in the world," you comment, stuffing popcorn into your mouth.

"I hope you're talking about me, because it would be very selfish if you think you are" she jokingly teases you and you decide to play along with her. "Even if I was talking about you, you shouldn't want to because then you'd be the selfish one" you counter expecting the exact answer she gives you, a punch on the shoulder and an offended look.

Don't worry, for me you will always be the most beautiful in the room

From the blush that this time appears on her cheeks and from the short but intense kiss that she steals from you, you understand that the little secret message has been received.

"See? Our first fight as a couple and it lasted a few seconds" you joke deciding to focus all on your girlfriend. "If they all ended up like this I'd always do them" compliments filling you with kisses all over the left side of your face.

"Well, Home Alone won't watch itself, there's always time for kisses" you jokingly urge the now long-abandoned film now playing.

And even if reluctantly you finally watch the film again, with a few kisses scattered here and there.

So after a few more movies you both collapse into dreamland, tangled up in each other as you peacefully rest together. Sure, it's not the first time you've slept together, but it's different this time, you're a couple now.

When she comes by to check if you were okay, Natasha sees you asleep with Wanda leaning on you and you, with a smile even while you sleep, she turn off the television still on and clean up the remains of the goodies that you swallowed like a garbage-eating mountain with your girlfriend.

And for a moment as she looks at you blissfully quiet she knows you're happy because you're definitely dreaming of the sleeping girl leaning on you.

She never expected that you would fall in love with the girl who was initially their enemy. Sure though, since the twins joined the team you've changed, you missed having a friendship with someone your age and since you know the twins you've formed a close bond with them.

How strange can fate be?

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After a few months of knowing each other you know that you both are heavy sleepers, in fact you are surprised when you wake up first and you can see that it is still early in the morning. You try to stay as still as possible so as not to wake Wanda, who is still sleeping peacefully on your chest, and you honestly find her adorable from this angle.

She has you trapped, with one arm under her and the other resting on her shoulder. So all you have to do is stand there staring at her sleeping form.

With the light coming through her half-open window her skin looks amber and with the sweater you bought her last week it matches yours.

Now you've noticed something that you don't know like her but she had escaped you, when she sleeps sometimes she wrinkles her nose and since she does it when she's thinking you know she's dreaming of something.

Your mind begins to wander as you gently intertwine your free hand with hers, thinking about everything but not checking when the girl would wake up.

"Hey stranger" she mutters smiling, unraveling from your arms and stretching herself well. "Hey stranger to you" you reply in kind, finally sitting up correctly and running a hand through your raven hair.

"Had a nice night?" she asks groggily looking around and noticing the cleanliness around. "Beautiful, but it will be less beautiful if we don't get up and my mother discovers us" defeat you complain already starting to get up, before a hand brings you back down and Wanda gives you a wild look.

"Hmm too bad, because I really wanted to stay cuddled with my girl" she says provocatively, and damn her accent has never been stronger, how can you tell her no. "Just a little bit" you give up, not so unhappy with your sentence, while making out with your girlfriend.

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After a deep kissing session you both got up elated and went to do your favorite morning activity which is cooking. This time there is a different emotion in the air accompanied by the usual fuss you combine when you work with the stove. "Why haven't we ever done it with magic?" you moan stirring pancake dough and puffing.

Your appearance makes Wanda giggle and you give her an offended, frustrated look. "Don't look at me like that, you said the old fashioned way was better" she grins a little more as she tries to pull herself together and get back to her employ of her, brownies.

"Well I was referring to the clothes, and it was seven months ago, now I'm more impatient" between one puff and another you tried to mix the now unusable dough.

"I want to make my brownies like this, you can also use a shortcut" she challenges you by continuing to mix with a superior attitude and a haughty air.

You give her a dirty look that if she weren't your girlfriend would have had physical results as well. "If you weren't my girlfriend, by now I would have knocked you down for what you said" you says abandoning the useless bowl and taking a new one to start all over again.

She takes the spoonful of chocolate and gives it a teasing lick before looking at you with dark eyes of desire for her. "Try to do that" she teases you she scowls. "Not now Maximoff, now I'll mix and dance" you counter by approaching the phone and playing one of Pietro's favorite songs that Wanda doesn't really like. "Not that!!!" she whimpers softly before getting a convinced yes from you and pouting.

In the end she finished baking "her brownies" first while you continued to sculettare happily mixing the second mixture of pancakes. Luckily this came out well.

"Ah! I told you, alone it's more satisfying" you exult as you put the last pancake on the plate and carry the plate to the center of the table. "At least we can make the toppings quickly," Wanda mutters, placing her brownies on the table too.

After you've nodded your head in a nutshell the pancakes become filled with a light dusting of chocolate and whipped cream, some even with a cherry on top, while the brownies come topped with sprinkles. "Ok perfect" you both happily affirm before giving each other a good peck on the lips and a high-five for a job well done.

You wanted to go and change your now all floured clothes with some clean ones, but then you got a mischievous idea. "JA-FRIDAY! Tell the team that breakfast is ready. And if they're not all here within sixty seconds, play Tony's playlist on full blast" you turn to the "new" AI that Tony has installed, having basically formatted JARVIS and implanted it in Vision's body, watching the realization in Wanda's eyes at your brilliant revenge for hanging around the night movie.

"Right away Miss Y/N" the robotic female voice replied before making the announcement into the rooms of your lazy teammates.

"This is really bad," says Wanda, finishing up eating the rest of the brownie batter with a spoon. "They deserve it. You can't negotiate with Christmas traditions" you grouchy mumble pointing to the rooms earning you a tender chuckle from Wanda.

At the end with a simple gesture of both hands you changed your clothes all floured with something cleaner. She with a green and blue sweater, with snowballs and Santa Claus depicted on it, fleece trousers always with snow and comfortable slippers. Instead, you preferred something more classic, a red and blue sweater with rudolph and blue fleece trousers.

When the eardrum-busting songs begin to play, you hear the sweet sound of vengeance in the form of heart-wrenching wails from your "friends", before seeing a red rage all messy coming towards you very angry.

"Y/N Romanoff!!!" your mother, with her hair all tousled and still in her pajamas, yells at you. "Hey mom" you greet ignoring her scruffy look, defying her aggressive demeanor.

"No 'hey mom'. Is that the way to wake people up? And don't try to say yes!" she starts ranting waving her arms menacingly in front of your impassive face. "It is, since you've all been hanging around movie night!" you answer by animating yourself in the speech, letting out all your displeasure at having been abandoned by everyone (except Wanda) during this tradition, in short, they know that traditions are important to you.

When she realizes why you ruptured her entire team's eardrums her fire temper fades a little as she remembers not thinking about this scenario last night. "That's not the way to take revenge anyway." she finally murmurs crossing her arms without deigning to look at you.

While you and your mom were arguing, Steve, Sam, and the others were also coming out of their rooms still groggy from sleep, from the music and from the screams they heard. The thing you didn't expect in that commotion was seeing Pietro running frantically around the room to then grab Natasha and pin her against the wall.

"Why did you sedate me?" confused and angry, the Sokovian tries to extrapolate an answer, from a former Russian spy, trained to resist the heaviest interrogations, seriously thinks he can get something out of it by asking so brutally.

In fact, the redhead's disadvantage is immediately reversed when she takes her arm, bends it and throws him to the ground with his chest down and his arm extended backwards. "Mom did you sedate him!?" shocked you ask the woman above Pietro, before having an answer you turn to Wanda and look for some explanation but she is just as confused as you.

"I didn't sedate him. I didn't sedate you," the redhead says, first turning to you and then to the boy below her who was trying to pull away from her painful grip. "Well too bad because my neck still hurts after you stuck me with that needle" he moans grinds at the pain in his harm.

"Okay, calm down everyone" entering the room Steve exclaimed.

"Yeah, can you tell what the hell happened?" immediately behind Sam asked appalled. There your mom and Pietro started talking over each other to assert their own versions.

Do you take care of them or should I?

They are all yours honey

"Now stop!" you scream in exasperation, getting all eyes on you. “Is it possible that we can't get along for more than 24 hours straight? We basically live together, and since I've been here there's always someone mad at someone!” you angrily explain all these stupid fights before receiving only more bickering from the two defendants.

"Shhh! I don't care who did what. In short, it's Christmas, we should all be better, be with family, friends, spend good time together not fighting. And then we are superheroes as well as friends and we shouldn't have any problems between us. Whatever the problem may be, please postpone it until the new year" you conclude the speech by silencing all the turmoil and only a few puffs came out before Pietro was freed from his grip and stood up abruptly rubbing his aching arm.

"Ah and Vision, you asked me what is the meaning of Christmas, well surely you won't see much here because it's in the gestures, in the feelings between people and here it seems that we can't stand each other, I'm sorry for you but among the Avengers there isn't magic of Christmas" disappointed you mutter disconsolately walking towards your room despondently.

"Ah, bon appétit. Wanda made her brownies, enjoy them, they are really special" are your last words before disappearing from the sight of your shocked teammates.

As soon as she sees you leave, Wanda runs after you, giving Pietro a disappointed look when she passes him to get to your room.

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Can I come in?

The lock on your door clicks and opens welcoming Wanda into your familiar room.

She sees you lying face down on the bed mumbling and she sits next to you. "I screwed up Wanda. Christmas is still a few days away and I already screwed it up" you complain angrily at yourself rolling your head from side to side.

"You haven't ruined anything Душо" she tries to console you by massaging your head aching from stress. "I ruined everything. I wanted to give you, Pietro and Vision a perfect Christmas, and we didn't even get there and already my mother was about to take your brother's arm off" you continue your complaints incessantly tired.

"You haven't ruined anything. They probably just had a case of mondays" she assures you even making you smile a little at this thing she happened to say sometimes. "Did you see? It's already better. And then I already have the best present I could have. Ти, моја принцезо" (You, my princess) she manages to make you lift your head and look into her green eyes full of love for you and damn if you not kiss her.

The kiss was short but intense, now you were staring at those magnificent emerald eyes. "One day you will really have to teach me sokovian" you ask her satisfied, getting a boop on the nose.

"One day maybe. Now there's someone who would like to talk to you" she breaks away from the hug, getting up from the bed she opens the door with a wave of her hand revealing Natasha about to knock.

As the redhead entered the room worried, Wanda darted away a little flushed mentally whispering to you.

I'm going to give Piet a lecture on why our friends don't attack each other, especially if they're my girlfriend's mother

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When you lose control of your emotions you used to go crazy and make a scene at the first victim, Natasha knew this, but she had never been the cause of this and this made her feel guilty.

"Это не твоя вина (it's not your fault)" without feelings and standoffish you tell her not even giving her a look.

"Блинчики были очень хороши (the pancakes were very good)" with what you can assume is a sad smile, she tries to lighten the conversation. "Thanks but they weren't for you" still offended maintain a sulk even though you can literally hear her strong thoughts about how guilty she feels.

"Weren't they for me? Since before you were my daughter you know that I love banana pancakes. And there were four well preserved ones there" she shakes your stubbornness remembering her bizarre passion for banana pancakes.

Apparently she manages to make you crack the enamel of offense with which you wrapped yourself, because you turn away while maintaining a sulk.

You were with your knees up to your chest, all curled up in yourself, but you could only imagine her 'I'm waiting for an explanation' look and you were already getting annoyed.

"I'm angry" you huff. "This is the first Christmas I really want to celebrate after my sister died, and I wanted to do it with you, with all of you." you explains pointing to the redhead and the ghosts of the squad scattered around the compound.

Her expression at first feigned hardness masking a sadness deep it began to crack revealing her true feelings by dissolving her hard posture into a softer one.

"And then, last night, you all abandoned me, left there on the couch by myself. I mean you all know how much I love Christmas in here!" you continue offended, accentuating the last sentence emphatically by moving your arms.

"I know солнышко, I know -" she approaches you trying to stroke your cheek, completely regretting having thought even if in good faith to leave you alone.

It took you two years to open up to her about your family and even if she loves you very much, she doesn't want you to withdraw into yourself, even if it hurts to open up

Instead of leaning into her warm palm like you always do this time you pull back with eyes flaming with anger. "No! You don't know what it's like to want to make everything perfect to make others happy! I wanted to give Vision, Pietro and Wanda a special Christmas like the ones I had as a child, and that included everything."

"Now I've ruined everything, Vision doesn't understand the meaning of Christmas and keeps asking me increasingly strange questions, you and Pietro were hitting each other off." small tears begin to form in your eyes as you let go of the stiffness of anger.

"The only one who came last night was Wanda, you know it was a beautiful evening and I wanted to spend it with all my family" you underline the last word, hurting Natasha even more who then hugs you tightly to her chest as the fountain of tears opens.

"Wanda is my only friend in here, and since we've been in Sokovia I feel my powers increase more and more since I met her" admit basking in your mother's longed-for hug, sad not to be able to tell her of what's unfolding. "Now I walk in the street and I hear all the people who have a thought strong enough to reach me and it hurts because they are not always beautiful"

"I feel all these new things and the one time when everything seems normal, Christmas, I want to spend it with the most important people in my life. And if I have to adjust to fit in then that's fine with me, I don't want to be alone again" through the tears you can still say, struggling a bit towards the end but still suffering a lot.

Your words break her heart, her little girl wracked with fear of being abandoned by her family again. Her heart hurts to know that she is the reason for your pain, she wanted to do you a favor by leaving you alone with Wanda but she didn't calculate your reaction. "It's okay солнышко, you don't have to change, you are perfect like this my daughter. Everything will be fine, Pietro and I will make peace and you will have the Christmas that you love so much. I promise you, mom promises you" she says cradling you gently between your various sobs.

You were feeling all relaxed now, all the tension of having to do everything perfectly was gone as you held your mother tightly, you can swear you'll definitely leave marks where your nails are now scraping but that isn't something either of you'll worry about.

Like a wall that breaks down, you've the clear revelation that your mother hadn't abandoned you last night, she had only seen you kissing Wanda and wanted to give you two more space; that space included seeing no one, that's why no one had come.

Saying that would be a problem, that would imply that you read Natasha's mind, and you promised her you wouldn't do it again. Of course, it's not your fault, since your powers are increasing you necessarily feel the strong thoughts of those around you, whether you want it or not. But that worm of the intrusion remains, it seems like having betrayed her, therefore.. you may regret it but you have to tell her, secrets aren't meant for you.

"Mom, I know you know,” you look into her eyes after you untangle yourself from the loving arm. The slight frown that appears on Natasha's face prompts you to argue better.

"The kiss, I heard you" after a slight moment of realization the expression returns to the loving one you love so much after she saw you scared. "It's okay, you didn't do it on purpose, I understand that" calms your overly touchy nerves, and maybe even lets out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.

Now everything is calmer, your breathing is back to normal, and time no longer seems to have gone crazy. You begin to appreciate the soft light from the window again and allow yourself to return to normal.

"And so... you and Wanda... now -" she breaks the tranquility a little embarrassed by the question. "It's something, it's early but I really like her" you say with a slight smile in the crook of her neck. "I know, I always knew. Some things a mommy knows" he strokes your raven hair, a gesture so normal for you two, but so comforting

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(Wanda's Pov)

Why does my brother always have to be so stupid? Sometimes he really pisses me off

Why does your brother have to be so stupid, why attack your secret girlfriend's mother, or of course Wanda obviously won't have an answer if she keeps talking to herself, so she'll give that imbecile brother a good lecture. As soon as she arrives, Pietro already senses the trend and tries to run away to avoid an angry sister, but obviously, being the sister she is, she grabs him in full swing on the chest making him stop suddenly.

"I'm dead" after freeing himself from his sister's strangely strong grip, he whispers fearfully. "Oh, you just can't imagine how much," she scowls at him, tilting her head, quickly driving the other currently unwanted guests out of the kitchen.

"Tell me why the hell would you so suddenly attack a member of this team? And the answer must be something without 'she sedated me' otherwise my anger will not go down" she warned with a lot of intimidating ardor, leaving little room for maneuver to her brother, who was then forced to speak differently. "Okay сестра, okay." sighed the silvery blond resigned at the idea of ​​leaving the argument unscathed, throwing his hands up in surrender before receiving a scarlet 'warning' from Wanda's gleaming eyes.

He told her what he was doing last night, how he was coming to the 'living room' to see the movies, how Natasha approached him gently and shortly after she stuck a needle in his neck and collapsed on the floor. When he woke up this morning he just wanted to know why she had done it and he knew that sweet manners wouldn't get anything out.

The whole conversation ran smoothly, Pietro's hasty reaction made 'sense', if one assumed a detail that only two people knew. What Y/N and Wanda were doing that night no longer seemed to be private because somehow Natasha must have seen something.

She sedated him, why?

Wait, last night he was coming then but he met Natasha and if… No it can't be, but… Oh shit, she saw us.

But she didn't stop us, and she didn't tell Pietro, should she support us?

How pragmatic that woman is!

ᗢ⧗── ･ ｡ﾟ⧗: *.ᗢ.* :⧗. ───⧗ᗢ

During the rant made by her brother, Wanda gets lost in her thoughts now convinced that she has understood things as they are, totally forgetting the poor fellow in front of her who had now concluded his reasoning leaving him there to wait for an intervention.

"Earth call Wanda, please answer" finally he snaps his fingers to get the attention of her sister lost in thoughts of her. "Are you listening to me?" after rebuking his sister hesitates annoyed Pietro.

"Yes, yes, I'm listening. And in any case, our friends don't attack each other. And then she's also Y/N's mother! She may be adoptive but she's still her mother" she defends the (good?) intentions of the pragmatic redhead, reasoning lowers her threatening tones towards Peter more willing now to a bilateral dialogue.

Now that the situation is more stable, the young man allows himself to relax and sits down on a chair near the counter.

"Yes, I know, that's her mother" he says emphasizing the word 'mother' with quotation marks, an exasperated moan comes out of her sister's throat. "She feels like one. And since we love Y/N very much we will get along with the only piece of family she has. After all we know what that means. Got it?" she says concisely, arms folded waiting for answers.

"But she sedated me!!!" he exclaims irritated at not being able to get his point of view understood, he gets up and annoyed goes to get some water to waste time.

"But you love Y/N, and Y/N wants to spend her Christmas with her and with us too. So now you wait for Natasha to leave that room and go apologize" she snaps in conclusion. Pietro tries to retort but is interrupted when Wanda stops him by undeterred pronouncing "You will do it" throwing a red glance to confirm the threat.

I hope Y/N clarified with Natasha. I can't bear to see her in this pain

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I'm done with Pietro, are you okay?

"better" you mutter still attached to your mother. "Are you talking to her?" she strokes your head, condescending and curious at the same time. "sometimes" smiling you move away and fix your messy hair.

You have many thoughts, but now you finally try to go with the flow, it is right that after so much effort you rely a little on others. Besides, the floor has never seemed like such an interesting thing to look at when you're embarrassed. "She is special, so are you. You have a unique, deep bond from the first moment. be declared to her" she puts a hand on your shoulders before giving you a reassuring shake and getting up to leave.

"Make peace with Pietro, he's a good friend" you tell her before seeing her disappear behind the door.

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Eventually they made up.

You and Wanda continued to keep your relationship a secret from Pietro and everything was going well.

In itself nothing has changed, you were always together even before and therefore to non-telepathic eyes everything seemed normal in the presence of the speedster.

The other day your mom barged into your room, Wanda was there of course, and she told you to get ready because you were spending Christmas in Iowa.

Needless to say, you were both shocked. Everything became clearer when Natasha explained you her perfect plan of hers.

Simple, you'll spend Christmas on Clint's farm. To say you looked baffled was an understatement, more for the fact that Clint had a farm than for the absurd idea.

Like the good spy that she is, she eventually manipulated you and you accepted.

So it would have been you, Wanda, Pietro and your mother on a farm with only one known member for a few days.

How absurd can the situation be?

So much so, because tomorrow you're leaving and now you're in a children's toy store with your girlfriend racking your brain over what to buy for a 7-month-old boy.

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"You say he'll have it dead for the rest of his life if we don't buy him a present for his first Christmas?" you say, running your fingers through the disproportionate amount of baby products.

"Clint or the newborn?" teases Wanda, pausing for a moment on a strange stuffed animal before continuing the tour. "both of them?" you also say asking the air in a joking tone thinking about the funny scene.

"Oh! This looks perfect." you suddenly stop on an epiphany, found, the perfect gift for little Nathaniel. "Okay so, let's go pay and then straight to the ice skating rink"

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"Where are you taking me" Wanda giggles, as you hold your hands over her eyes and lead her down the street, up to a big Christmas tree. "Wanda Maximoff, it's my pleasure to introduce you... The biggest Christmas tree you'll ever see!" you exclaim, removing your hands just before the last sentence leaving the view free to a wonderful tree colored by a thousand lights and decorations.

Bliss is stamped on her face, never seen such a beautiful tree, not that Christmas is celebrated in Sokovia when you live in captivity. "Wow!" she exclaims in amazement, a huge smile, you hadn't seen her so surprised and relaxed yet. It's worth it.

"Wow really" you confirm, your hands immediately thrust into your pockets to avoid frostbite, and you sneeze making Wanda giggle at your funny way.

"I could stay here forever. Much better than falling face down on the ice" she tries to dissuade you, terrified of making a fool of yourself in front of so many people.

You look at her with deciphering eyes, and behind her those innocent eyes, thanks to the time spent with her you understand her shy intentions of hers. "Don't try it witchy! I convinced Pietro to give us an outing on our own and I want to enjoy it all, don't stand here and observe this magnificent tree!" you tell her taking away any hope of salvation.

She's all she has left, a move that should work, she's got the biggest puppy eyes she's ever had. They're tender when you look at her, but knowing the sneaky intent underneath her, albeit with a lot of effort you manage to compose a decent denial.

"No Wands, let's go, I promise you'll have fun" you kiss her forehead and make room for her in your arms.

She hesitates a little, disappointed not to have escaped humiliation, but confident of your promise in the end she approaches and you two walk arm in arm towards the ice rink.

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The fun was one of the many moments you had there. At first Wanda was reluctant to go up because she didn't know how to skate, but after you promised never to let her go she limped up to you.

Very few times she fell, after a short time she didn't even realize she was going on her own and when she did she was going to fall if you didn't catch her at the last.

You stayed from there for a while, at least until you were seriously shivering from the cold and ran to the compound with the purchase made

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It should be normal for an Avenger to wake up before sunrise, right? Apparently when you have to catch a flight to Iowa it is not normal, in fact it is very difficult. Good thing you're a witch with a witch girlfriend so you help each other out with powers.

It is deep night and only 5 of you are awake in the compound. You, Natasha, Wanda and Pietro well wrapped up in various warm clothes, and a bag each. After all, most of you are trained to survive on the bare minimum, so a few items should do the trick.

"Are you sure it's ok for you?" still sleepy, barely standing, ask to Steve who got up to greet you (even to help you, he knows you're a sleeper).

"Go and enjoy your Christmas Y/N! I'll be fine" he reassures you, even if you're still a little sad, it will be all alone at Christmas. "But you'll be all alone" whining takes on a form of sorry for your close friend/mentor (actually most avengers have trained with you, so basically on a basic level they're all mentors).

"I won't be alone, I have the Vision with me. And then I must continue your mission to pass on the Christmas spirit, right?" try to joke about it, maybe even lift your spirits.

You feel a little bad because you're sorry anyway, but you give him a big hug, the ones you give when you want to convey a strong emotion.

"I left your Christmas present in my room. Don't forget, only open it at Christmas" recommend him serious, before breaking away and joining the twins at the compound door.

"Call Tony, tell him I've got something for him too, and wish him well on my behalf. Ah and... Merry Christmas Steve!" you give him a last goodbye before turning around and entering your mother's car with the twins.

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The journey from the compound to the airport is spent almost all half asleep (except Natasha, you really don't understand how she's not tired).

Boarding is almost endless, stretched even further by your urgent need for sleep, supplanted when three disguised customers coalesce into the cafeteria closest to the gate.

In an eight-hour flight, what can you do?

Sleeping is what you mainly do, sometimes between the various movements you make, you check the situation and see that even your mother has dozed off.

When you finally deign to open your eyes, too uncomfortable to try to sleep and too close together to get a decent night's sleep, you look out the window (or at least that's what normal people would see).

I want pancakes.

Ask for them, maybe they'll give them to you.

They don't have them, or they cost too much.

We are arriving soon, there will be a cafe at the airport.

I hate Iowa.

Драга моја, чак ни нисмо стигли у Ајову

Если ты будешь говорить по-русски, я буду говорить по-русски, хорошо?

We should learn both languages ​​in my opinion.

Wanda, when we have time, I'll be happy to tell you the funny story of how I learned Russian. You are not ready

The plane has landed, get ready, I'll wake up Pietro

"Mam!!! Wake up, Iowa is waiting for us" you shake your arm by your side, making the redhead wake up with a start, who changes from a scared expression to a more alert and active one in a flash.

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Two weeks in the middle of nowhere with my secret girlfriend, her twin brother and my mother. What can go wrong honey?

Wanda rolls her eyes at your thought, as she looks at the snowy landscape of the countryside from the back seat of a rental car.

Where would you want to hide an Avenger and his family if not on a remote farm in the middle of Iowa nowhere. These were more of your secondary perplexities, too busy admiring the snowfall that had just begun and controlling your nervous tics.

Why am I under the impression that within the next fourteen days everyone in this vehicle will know about our relationship?

Paranoia Y/N, keep your paranoia at bay.

Hun, my darling, you know you know me as well as Pietro and it's been a long time since we've lasted this long. So in advance I apologize for all the nonsense that will happen in that house.

Yes, I know you, and Pietro does too, for this very reason you know that even if we tell him in the end everything will go well. Then now just breathes, one breath at a time and looks at the snow.

Without raising suspicions, you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time as Wanda gives you peace of mind with a few words and take a quick look at the falling snow.

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"Here we are" turning the key off Natasha warns, in front of a snowy clearing before the house. "Guys, you pack your luggage, I'm going to warn Laura of our arrival" she says before putting on a hat, getting off and entering inside.

As mentioned above, the three of you are already outside fiddling with the bags. "Does anyone know how to deal with children? No because I really have zero experience and there are three of them in there" you mumble draping a bag over your shoulders and adjusting hat, scarf and all.

The twins too respond with a silent no, none and together you prepare for the infant massacre.

"One of them surely knows how to shoot a bow" on the short road towards the house, Pietro blurts out, stopping for a moment.

Perplexed you too and Wanda pause to listen. "In short, they are Hawkeye's children, one of them must have inherited the family gift" he hints thoughtfully, the statement also makes you and Wanda laugh a little, but it might not be unfounded.

"If you put it like this, one day you'll have a little speedster running around you" you tease by glancing at his reaction, empty for a few seconds but then with a glint of trouble that you really hate. "So one day when you and Wanda have kids they'll already know how to float things and torture weak minds?" makes a joke more dedicated to teasing her sister about her 'non-crush', leaving you two poor people red as tomatoes.

To speed up the conversation then you go to the door and start retorting "As if Wanda and I -" you are interrupted when you open the door and see so many new people.

In addition to Natasha, you were welcomed by a woman, the Laura your mother was talking about earlier, and two children of about ten. Oddly enough now those shy ones had become the twins, who huddled behind you. So it was up to you to do it for three.

"Pleasure Laura" the woman introduces herself, holding your hand, which you grasp in complicity. "And you must be Y/N right?" she asks you uncertain about your appearance, and without problems you confirm the appellation.

It's your turn, I'm too embarrassed to get out of here. Please Y/N!

Since that doesn't work, you give a slight Sokovian nudge in the ribs, shifting the lady's attention to the two boys behind you. "And you must be the Maximoff twins, Clint told me a lot about you" you backs off leaving Pietro and Wanda in the front line, brutally pushing them to break the ice.

You never realized how closed they can be until now, and you understand why you know how to be so too and very often.

Now I can help you, it's your turn to breathe wands. New argument in 3...2...1...

"Laura you said? Nice to meet you, these must be your children right?" you divert attention to the two children in front of you who only now you realize are staring at you.

You learn that their names are Lila and Cooper and they could be the perfect way to loosen up your friends.

"Guys, how about you go play over there while your mother and I talk?" she subtly manipulated the children, offering you a good way out to bring the twins and babies to their breaking point. "Yes Auntie Nat!" in chorus they answered walking away towards a small table full of knick-knacks and toys in the next room.

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Normally, or at least when he's with you or with his sister, Pietro you really wouldn't consider him an introvert, now he's the perfect definition and this is serious. The same for Wanda, both of them don't even know what they're doing here, sure maybe Wanda trusts more because you're here but still they don't know what to do.

The interesting point is that Pietro himself suggests the next thing to do.

" Lila, Cooper do you want to see something cool?" you ask enthusiastically, attracting the attention of all four, some more curious than others.

Hun in five seconds can you float that lamp next to the boys?

What would you like to do?

Like I said, something cool

As you 'talk' to Wanda your eyes light up red making the children marvel before she takes a little magic and concentrates it into a small glowing ball in your hands.

"See? This little ball can do many things. Such as..." You interrupt yourself as you make the ball fly after them and put it into the lamp that Wanda made fly, thus creating a little red light. "... A little night light! Do any of you use a night light?" you ask waiting for a little shy yes from Lila.

"Here this is yours now little Lila" you hand her another ball, which 'unfortunately' dissolves as soon as it leaves your body.

Cooper is ecstatic, he has heard from his father about many people with fantastic superpowers but has never seen them live.

"Wow Y/N! So you can do all this cool stuff?" he compliments you, increasing his curiosity more and more when you smirk.

"Ah yes I can do many things. But this young lady here, she is the real marvel" you admit proudly pointing at your girlfriend, she obviously blushes when the amazed looks of the children fall on her.

"Oh Y/N ​​how kind! Let's not forget about Pietro though, after all he could go around the world in a flash if he just commits himself"coquettishly Wanda also brings up her brother, getting in addition to some 'wooow' also a grimaces at the words 'if only he would commit'.

The game is done. You have broken all the protective walls that the twins have put up over the years to protect each other.

From there everything got better, Lila is obsessed with the movement of Wanda's hands when she uses her powers and therefore keeps asking her to lift the same lamp over and over again just to see it all over again.

With Cooper, being a thirteen-year-old, the conversation with the other Sokovian went a little slower but still pleasant.

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Natasha and Laura talk quietly, occasionally glancing at the five of you now engaged in other chores (you and Wanda stand next to Lila who is coloring a drawing and Pietro and Cooper are doing boyish things).

"They're dating right?" Laura blurts out suddenly watching an exchange of smiles between you and Wanda. "It's obvious to everyone except her brother," your mother smiles back.

"You know Nat, when you came last time, Clint told me about them… I just didn't expect them like this" she reflects eyeing the five of you playing together now, leaving Natasha convinced of her opinion of her.

"They are boys, they have lost everything, all three of them. And I honestly think they have become addicted to each other" she smiles sadly, it hurts her to think of the enormous pain you felt both times you lost everything .

Everything goes well and you proudly turn around and give your mother two thumbs up with the most innocent and satisfied smile you could ever give. She gives you a sympathetic wink and underneath she's happier for you. "You didn't give birth to her but you're her mother" Laura murmurs condescendingly. "I am" sighs Natasha happily resigned.

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You'd just emptied the few suitcases you'd brought and headed back downstairs when the front door was opened to reveal Clint holding baby Nathaniel and a dark-haired girl with a sack of envelopes.

Not seeing anyone about to help the girl overwhelmed by the envelopes, you do your best to remove some from her.

You introduce yourself, and she tells you her name is Kate, you also notice a number of healing wounds on her nose, under her chin, and right eyebrow.

Stuffed with envelopes, you two go into the other room and sigh softly, because Clint has a series of injuries too, they've been through a lot recently, haven't they?

The little guy moves from his father's arms to a high chair and you slowly strike up a moderate conversation.

"So… You two float things and read minds and you're fast" Kate gestures between you, Wanda and Pietro trying to get the three of you right. "Basically yes" confirms the Sokovian drumming his fingers on his leg, before getting an elbow in the ribs from his sister who exclaims "That's not true! We not do only that!" annoyed by ignorant belittling. "It's like we say 'you're good with the bow'. By the way, tough day huh?" you remark sarcastically supporting Wanda, moving on later to your curiosity about the injuries sustained. "It's a tough week actually. You know, mafias and various stuff" she lightly admits, brushing the hair over his eye.

"However, I don't understand how you got Hawk-dad to take you along," you point out, raising your voice over the word Hawk-dad to get Clint's attention, as well as a slightly hidden smirk from Pietro.

"For the same reason that you now have the black widow for a mother, at least that's what I think" she formulates thoughtfully, strangely making a speech that is very truthful.

"Oh yes, a soft heart under twenty protective layers" this time it is Pietro who remarks on a point that is clear to everyone. Apparently enough to make us all laugh a little bit.

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"You made a big mistake to lock those four kids under the same roof" hearing you snicker complains the grouchy archer, pointing mainly to his wife and the redhead in front of him.

"You brought Kate" Natasha says pointing a knife at him menacingly. "And then if they get along it won't be the end of the world" Laura continues, understanding your situation, while she played for a moment with baby Nate. "For now" Clint snorted, surrendering to the futile resistance he attempted against those two.

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All in all, your mother's idea isn't so bad. It was the best two days you've had since many Christmases ago.

Clint's family is amazing, and then there's Kate, you didn't even know she was there but you sure don't mind. Sure, it's not the Christmas you were expecting, in fact it's much better.

The only downside is that the landlady won't let you touch a stove, which is why now you're bored sprawled out on the sofa watching Lila draw an unlikely cow.

"What are you doing Y/N?" softly approaching Kate asks, completely oblivious to your boredom.

"Absolutely nothing Kate, nothing at all," you huff loudly, only to lift your sweater a little. She also sits next to you, and together you both sigh bored. "Your friends are great" at one point the dark haired girl spoke up.

"They are. But you aren't bad either" you compliment the girl, waiting for an answer, or perhaps the end of this absolute boredom.

"Clint told me about what they went through and I was shocked. But he didn't say anything about you, any skeletons in the closet?" she tells you curious, she is also cautious in touching unlikely sore buttons.

History repeats itself and you don't want to cry or tell again so you look for a shortcut.

"I'll show you, can I?" you offer gently, extending a hand near her temple waiting for a yes from her. When it arrives, you wave your hand and through red threads project all your 'skeletons in the closet' into her mind.

It lasts a few seconds, just long enough for a single tear to roll down Kate's cheek, so you're surprised when she suddenly hugs you, but you understand and reciprocate the sudden gesture of affection.

"It's not your fault" she whispers, as if she were the first to tell you, but a little comforting all the same to know that everyone believes in you. "I have yet to accept it" you try to move forward, maybe over time.

"Instead, what about you Kate Bishop?" you change the subject, going towards lighter tones, perhaps. "Ah the usual stuff. My mother collaborated with the mafia and a few days before Christmas I had to have her arrested" she tells you after freeing herself, with such fluency, this girl is not easily put down, Wow.

"Standing lazy," Clint exclaims, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, with Wanda and Pietro in tow looking rather beaten.

"Whhhyyyy," you and Kate both complain in unison, not at all happy about having to do it. "Why yes. Now put something on and go out through that door" not at all flexible and very authoritarian command the older archer.

Complaining and reluctantly you got up with many protests, shoved something and violently thrown out of the house.

"Good! Out in the snow with nothing to do," you moan mournfully, kicking the stupid solidified water. "Hey, how about we have a competition to see who can finish building a snowman first?" the young archer proposes with an idea in mind, an idea that apparently everyone likes.

"Only one rule, no powers" she adds, leaving the rest of us baffled by this duplicity. "Oh yes? Then there will be two teams. Me and Wanda against Lady Hawk and Speedy" you counter, playing a clever and unpredictable move, like their reaction to the nicknames you gave them.

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You may be superheroes but surely the art of snowmen is not within your capabilities.

In fact, both teams are poorly behind expectations, and if what you're building could be considered a snowman it would surely be among the ugliest ever made in the world.

But after all, there is a positive side to everything, right?

In this matter surely it's hearing Pietro and Kate bickering over every single thing, everything from the size of the snowballs to how big to make it. So while you two also proceed in your failure at least giggle at the other team's constant squabbling.

"No... not like that!" annoyed Kate complains about the order of the balls. "First this then that!" the young Sokovian then argues, going in the opposite direction of the girl. "Still? I said it must big like this... " she negatively amazed she argues over the stupid size of the stupid ice water.

"Look Kate, I didn't think you could be so annoying" exclaims poor Pietro in exasperation, he just can't get along with that girl. "Speak for yourself Maximoff!" precisely not even with the opinions on who is worse.

Before the quarrel continues, you make a small snowball, with magic, and throw it behind Pietro's back. "Oh big mistake" are the first words he says when he realizes that you were the instigator of the ball, obviously cracking his neck.

And so it was that a real snowball fight begins. Oddly enough now the lady-speed team works perfectly as they both start to almost send balls flying towards us.

On the other hand, now that perhaps the 'no powers' rule should have been abolished, you and Wanda are free to use your magical skills to mess up the direction of the snowballs.

It feels like a real battle, just with no real deaths, so it's better. Dozens of balls piloted by magic crash on the 'enemy front', compared to the few thrown by the two boys, at least until Pietro gets nervous and he too starts using his super speed to compare the quantity arriving.

In short, Clint's yard in a short time is almost snowless on entire sides. And more than a war, all four of you are having so much fun, one of those competitions that doesn't hurt.

In the end, after a good ten intense minutes you are all quite tired and therefore you declare a truce.

Pietro withdraws into the house, covered in snow like everyone else, he will surely want to make fun of Clint, after all it should be his favorite activity, while Kate probably stays out to rebuild a minimum of order.

Wanda takes you aside for a moment and like teenagers you slip away behind the barn to hide. "Hey" you smile at her, still enjoying the light snow on her nose. "Hey" she says, wrapping you in her arms, a warm hug in the winter cold.

"Good job first, with the snowballs" you speak more to breath than to converse, you could stand there silent doing nothing and just look her in the eyes. "Just kiss me stupid" she jokes she grabs you by the collar of your jacket and leans in to crash her soft lips on yours.

You let yourself be cradled by her, indulging her in her sweet amorous waltz, swaying just enough to savor the taste of her lapstick.

All very profound and sensational, so much so that all the alarm systems broke down and you didn't notice a female presence watching you. "Oh my God!" surprised, frightened, in short, very shocked Kate exclaims, immediately attracting your attention.

"Please don't erase all my memories!" she begs her, scared of a very hypothetical thing and very little from you.

At this point you and Wanda are very embarrassed to have been caught in the act, fortunately not by Pietro, but the embarrassment remains.

"Kate, I don't think we can do this, can we?" you try to reassure the frightened archer, also turning to Wanda for further confirmation, which unfortunately doesn't arrive because apparently this is an unknown factor of our powers.

"Anyway we don't want to do it, just don't tell Pietro" you fix the irreparable hoping for a reassurance, and immediately her typical self-confident attitude re-emerges stronger than before.

"I'll pretend I didn't see anything when I'm with that guy, I promise. Goodbye witches in love" she concludes before turning on his heel and retracing his steps, even further as the front door can be heard opening and closing so come back to being just you two.

You take a minute of silence to put the situation together and then you finally accept what's to come. "We have to tell him," you say to each other at the same time, with the same look and awareness of the next conversation with Pietro.

"Let's go back inside and think about it" you offer her your hand and together you walk side by side towards the door.

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You want to say it, she wants it too, so why is it so complicated? Maybe because not all donuts come out with a hole in the middle, or maybe because when you stall with the universe then it decides to give you a nasty shove for where he wants.

Once we got back into the house, time went by so much faster, not least because how could it not when you're being tossed between curious children and every other human being in this house.

That's why it's already evening and you're all eating a hearty meal.

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As with all group lunches, or family meals so to speak, there were small conversation groups. "Really exquisite missis B" biting into a forkful, the boy with the silver hair compliments the landlady. "Delicious" you continue the trail, enjoying this surprisingly good thing.

"Thank you both. And Y/N, I hear you're doing modestly in the kitchen too!" Laura thanks you, opening a topic that can bring you pride. "Y/N here at the tower was our primary source of food, without her we'd have some very empty fridges now" Clint says, and you blush a little at the compliment, so you try to balance it a bit.

"You would always have Wanda, she certainly does better than me in the kitchen. Unlike a certain redhead... Able to burn even water" you adjust the situation a little, making everyone laugh (except Natasha, of course) at the allusion, and just to not miss it you already feel the daggers your mother is throwing at you with her eyes for criticizing her null cooking skills.

The dinner continues and you are now conversing with Wanda in front of you and Kate next to you.

Apparently the push the universe wants to give you is ten years old and she's sitting next to her mother right now. "Mom, why do people kiss on the lips?" the little girl shyly asks her mother, obviously leaving Laura stunned by her question which at this point she will have to improvise. "My love, people kiss when they love each other, like me and dad" as a good mother simplifies things, too difficult for a ten-year-old to understand, but enough for her to have a revelation.

"Ohhh" amazed she understands, ready to shock you for the next few minutes. "So Y/N it's Wanda they love each other! They kissed" she exclaims loudly.

The room is silent, and all eyes turn towards the little girl, the only ones who are frightened are yours, Wanda's and Kate's.

"Ehm... Lila what are you saying?" nearly drowning Kate asks, hoping she's wrong. "You told me Kate! Y/N and Wanda kissed!" in more innocent tones, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, the little girl repeats again.

Now eyes quickly turn to the young archer, now very shocked, ready to apologize.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know who to tell and then she asked me and I..." she looks like she is about to hyperventilate so much that she gasps, unable to form words that make sense, and extremely mortified.

"Someone explain to me what's going on here?" the only person at the least opportune moment enters the conversation, Pietro, curious above all to discover the somersaults that you and his sister have made.

"We have to talk" serious Wanda communicates to both of them, before getting up and going aside.

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"How long has it been..." he gestures between you two, curiously wondering how long this thing has lasted. "Days... A few weeks actually" you clarify hoping not to have a negative reaction, it shouldn't but it's always better to prevent.

"We wanted to tell you, but we were waiting to figure out where we'd end up" Wanda hesitates a little, she doesn't know how much she should say, if it would be the right time (it's not) to say those three famous words.

No one speaks, not even the slightest buzzing of some kind of insect, absolutely dead silence.

Then, Pietro bursts into a muffled laugh, muttering incomprehensible words, until he takes a breath and calms down (the shitty smile remains though). "What do you find amusing about it?" you two exclaim annoyed by his usual ways.

This only adds to the shit-eating smile already on his face. "I find it funny that, you've been acting like a couple ever since you met!" he exclaims amused, not as much as you two, since you are shaking with anxiety.

"Obviously you were too oblivious or stupid to notice each other's feelings, and especially you little sister, you said 'she's just a friend' and you know how many times I believed it… Zero." he explains, even slightly insulting you but however the sense of understands.

"The reason you kept it from me for so long is because there was nothing to hide, you've been doing it before!" he concludes by throwing his arms in the air for emphasis, already leaving you two less anxious but much more amazed.

"Wait, I'll ignore the fact that you just called me dumb, but are you okay with me dating your sister?" ask for further confirmation, with him you never know, he is very unpredictable and unpredictability is not part of his powers.

"You're already dating her and I couldn't wait for it to happen Y/N. I mean, look at each other, you're completely fucking in love each other. I'm surprised you haven't said 'I love you' yet." he thus exits the conversation leaving you both enthusiastic, free to live the relationship without having to hide it from your best friend / twin brother.

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The rest of the dinner was awkward, sure you'd forgive Kate by the end of the day, but there was nonetheless awkwardness between everyone regardless (at least for a while) of pleasant small talk.

The advantage of staying in the countryside is that in winter you can light the fireplace and cozy up next to it with a nice cup of hot chocolate and a soft blanket.

And since the beds aren't enough in practice, the sofa should be your temporary bed.

From this point of view, the whole house is really nice, a beautiful tree all decorated in a corner, many decorations scattered throughout the house, and obviously the fireplace makes everything more beautiful (and Christmassy).

When you 'forgave' Kate it was as if a boulder had been removed from her shoulders, making her go back to her usual behavior, so much so that after fifteen minutes you were already laughing and making fun of each other.

It wasn't quite the Christmas Eve you were expecting, but it was certainly better than what would come out of it.

In practice Wanda only came once and if you hadn't literally pushed her away you would have fallen asleep together, too sad to leave you alone on the sofa, but determined enough to go and threaten Pietro to have him moved the next day.

You greeted her with a kiss, and the promise of a special gift the next day.

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It's Christmas morning and you've been up since six. You couldn't sleep and since you wouldn't have any more decent sleep, you got up and got busy.

You packed the presents you'd 'forgotten' to unpack for the kids under the tree and then got down to cooking.

One by one all the dishes float into the room, accompanied by ladles, pots and pans; also you try to adjust the speed at which they move just so as not to wake anyone up.

All the recipes for desserts, foods and various delicacies that you can eat for breakfast (at Christmas) you bake, knead and cook them.

While you manage all the courses a little, your magic does the tricky, so that you can multiply your productivity tenfold.

In the end, after an hour and a half of whisking, mixing, baking, cooking, turning on, turning off, fixing, decorating, tasting here and tasting there, you have a table (and a few other shelves) laden with delicacies of every type, genre and shape; just in time to hear baby footsteps walking through the house.

And since when the children wake up the rest of the house also wakes up in four and four eight the whole house is reluctantly awake. The first to pass in front of you are the children who dart towards the tree, without even turning their gaze to the shining table, followed by all the others.

"What is this smell?" Clint, at the head of the line, still too far away wonders.

The answer doesn't come, even if everyone else has become aware of a sweetish fragrance in the air, until the kitchen (and table) becomes visible.

You welcome them enthusiastically, with your arms behind your back with a special surprise for someone special, and to say they are surprised is an understatement.

"Wow Y/N that's... that's wonderful!" your mother is the first to speak, accustomed to your culinary whims, but never so large; you really outdid yourself this time. "You didn't have to" Laura surprised, even a lot, takes charge of any sense of thanks (on your part) next to her husband.

"What time did you wake up to do all this?!" Clint chimes in, pointing to all the stuff you've been packing, curious about your crazy schedules. "You.are.amazing!" Kate exclaims in disbelief, in fact it's the first time for her that she's seen you at work, her astonishment together with her wonder are clear on her face, dismayed by the long black hair that hangs from her cheeks.

"I know, I know. I couldn't sleep early this morning so I got to work... with a little help" you briefly summarize your answers, shifting the weight of your surprise onto one hand to free the other and show a little magic in your hands.

"Well the kids have already cleared out while you're standing there. Go go! The food will hold for another ten minutes" you urge, wanting to take time for that thing, and thank goodness it works because everyone starts walking towards the kids.

Wanda stands there, her astonishment imprinted on her features, the cold morning light illuminating her face shadowed by her hands placed there in disbelief.

When she approaches you, with your hands still behind your back, she probably doesn't know what you're hiding, because when you bring out the cake, the same cake that she once told you that her mother used to make her at Christmas.

Nothing complicated, a simple recipe, not even the yeast is there, but for her it is worth more than any other dessert in the world.

Her eyes fill with wonder when she looks into your hands and she has to resist not kissing you instantly in order not to drop the cake.

So she with a wave of her hands she pushes the cake away and bridges the gap between you. She links her arms around your neck, you place yours on her hips and together you quietly indulge in a romantic kiss.

All the electricity that generates the moment is intoxicating, she makes you feel alive and you never want to stop, but then you remember that you have to breathe and that you have to give her yet another surprise. In the kiss you smile slightly and unfortunately interrupt the beautiful moment.

"And you haven't seen your Christmas present yet" you make her curious, going from a sulky Wanda to a curious Wanda. "Oh?" she tilts her head smiling mockingly, completely interested in the surprise of her beloved.

You take her hand and after taking the car keys you go out into the cold. "If your gift is a nice flu then I don't want it" she protests when you take too long to open the faulty hood, she rubs her hands over each other to create a minimum of heat.

"Don't worry... it's just this stupid thing that - that's it!" after several tries you manage to get hold of the wooden object, before making sure to get her eyes covered for added surprise.

When you wave her all clear, she opens her eyes and in front of her you are holding a guitar, brand new "Merry Christmas, Wands!" with so much joy you say to her with arms wide open, she takes the guitar and jumps into your arms.

"Thanks thanks thanks" she fills you with kisses all over your neck going up and up.

You smell the cinnamon scent that was in the house now impregnated in her brown hair as you think over your idea.

"You were so sad when the other one broke so I bought you another one" you explain lovingly as endless kisses cover your face.

"I have a thing for you too" when she stops showering you with kisses she whispers.

"Oh yes?" interested you ask, waiting for a nod from her.

She backs away a little and with a wave of her hand a frame with a photo inside of her appears in her palm.

"What is that?" curiously you ask her questions, she trembles with anticipation, she is dying her lower lip and there really isn't the most of her.

"A memory," she confesses to you before turning the frame, and you can only be amazed, it's a picture of you and your sister when you were five.

Do you still remember that day like it was yesterday, but it's been a long time, you were out and about all day with Nora, she had done a treasure hunt and you just couldn't find anything and you were feeling so frustrated, so you went to get ice cream and then after that you built a pillow fort where you ended up taking a nap.

"How did you... How did you do it?" incredulous, you ask, it shouldn't be possible right?

"I had Vis look up information about your family and we found this…" she points to the photo, and damn you have that toaster to thank when you get back to the compound.

Now the light tears are more frequent and the bitter cold furrows the channels previously furrowed by tears pinching the cheeks a little, but despite everything she sighs and pulls up a partial smile.

"I wanted to give you a nice gift, but with this you have won a clean slate" you joke, as always using humor to defuse tension, a bad / good habit of yours that has been with you for a long time.

"I love my present, because you made it. But I'll love it more if we go inside in the warmth," she reassures you, shivering from the cold and wishing she could conjure a blanket over her.

"Let's go, Ice Queen, let's see if Pietro and Kate are arguing again" you offer her her arm and together you go inside again.

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Definitely the best Christmas you've ever had. The rest of the day was amazing, and the best part was being able to do it with the people who love you.

You spent a few more days at Clint's farm, and when you finally went away, Lila was very sad because she really loved you (also Wanda and Pietro, but you more) and you promised her you'd come back.

You also offered Kate a ride and a formal invitation to come to the compound but she has declined for the time being and said she will let you know her decision when she is ready.

Back at the compound, you hugged Steve (you really missed his 40's tales) and told him everything. Even Vision seemed different, somehow Steve made him understand what Christmas is and he no longer finds it just a commercial gimmick, you missed him too, and you even surprise him with a hug leaving him stunned.

Eventually the gamble you made with Tony kind of paid off and you're going to make sure you get paid someday.

You mention Kate to Steve and pitch her as a recruit for the avengers since Clint is supposed to be retiring and he seems quite okay with wanting to take her on whenever she wants.

A few days later Sam also returns, having gone home to his sister for the holidays and so the circle closes.

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In the life of a superhero there are difficult moments, many times they are more than the easy ones, but in those little fragments of normal life that you can carve out for yourself, you realize that you are not alone.

Sure everyone has their own conflicting ideas, but that's how it works and you can't change it.

Surely this Christmas will be one of the most magical ones you will carry in your heart.

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Have some Dadneto with the twins. No take backs! 🏃‍♀️

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The Family Business Ch.2

WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Ch Notes: No warnings for this chapter, Krolik=Bunny, Sestra=Sister

Summary: Wanda was sent away on important business, by the time she comes back you're all grown up and a part of the family company. Wanda doesn't come back home empty handed in fact she returns with a brand new wife.

An: Ok someone asked me for Ch.2 early and I had to deliver. Next Ch.3 will be up on Monday. Stay tuned and hope you enjoy.

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True to their word, the Maximoff’s provided you with a roof over your head and protection wherever you went. You never worried about your mother again and you saw your father whenever his schedule permitted. However, your primary residence was with the Maximoff’s. They were just as kind as they had always been.

Dragos and Flora paid for anything you could ever want or need. They paid for your tuition at NYU, though you tried to argue against it. You double majored in software engineering and physics. Without the constant insecurities that your parents piled on you, you were able to reach new academic heights.

Wanda had gone off right before her college graduation, Dragos said she was doing important work internationally. He didn’t know when she would be returning. There was a small part of you that hated that the woman didn’t come to your graduation, but a card from her in the mail was enough to make you smile.

Once you had your degrees you weighed your options. After multiple boring interviews and under stimulating work you finally asked Dragos if there was anything you could do in the family business. Pietro wasn’t thrilled about you wanting to be involved, but once he saw you at work, he knew you’d fit right in.

The crime was fronted by a legitimate business that Dragos owned. Which meant that you got to work out of one the tallest office buildings in New York. Your standing with the family also afforded you a desk pretty high up. When you weren’t hacking into competitors’ systems or running field operations, you did simple accounting for the company. It was easier that way, as the numbers for both the true business and the under-cover business were vetted by you.

“Y/n, come on a delivery with me?” Pietro pops his head into your office space.

“What kind of delivery?”

He smirks, “Special.”

You quickly grab your jacket and follow him out of your office. As you navigate to the bottom floor the two of you make small talk.

“So, when are you going to stop playing around and ask Monica out?”

Pietro rolls his eyes, “When you date someone for more than 2 outings.”

You feign a pained look, “Ouch, that one hurts Piet.”

“The truth often does.”

Once you both are out of the building and into the car your demeanor changes a bit, “So who are these going to?”

“Mr. H.”

You groan, “That guy’s sketchy, I don't like him.”

Pietro laughs, “I’m sure a lot of people feel the same way about us. “

“Whatever,” you mumble, scrolling through your phone.

The rest of the ride is quiet, until you pull up to the drop of location. “So, I’m going in and dropping the stuff off. You’re going to wait for me in the driver's seat.”

“Why the driver’s seat?”

He blinks at you, “In case we need to get away faster, you'll already be in here. Keep the car running, this should be quick.”

While Pietro goes in to handle the business, you let your mind spiral into thoughts about Wanda. You miss her and feel like it has been too long. Dragos said that she ended up staying in Russia for awhile before heading to their home country of Sokovia. Apparently, while he ran the business here, she ran the operations over there.

You weren’t surprised that Wanda was trusted with such an important role, she always had leadership qualities. For a long while you thought you wanted to be just like her. Instead, you realized that the older woman had been someone you were interested in. Wanda had nearly a decade on you in age, but how could you not like her as a young queer girl.

Sometimes you could still feel her hand delicately grazing your torso as she patched up the wounds your mother inflicted. For awhile in the Maximoff’s home everyone treated you as if you would break into a million pieces. Maybe Wanda did too, but it was different with her.

She wasn’t just careful with you because she was scared, you’d break, but she truly believed that you deserved the care. Even when you began training with her, she treated you delicately. You wanted to learn how to protect yourself and she stepped right in and became the perfect teacher. You also began going to the gym with Pietro at least once a week. You weren’t trying to be buff, but just in shape enough to defend yourself if you needed.

Even though your outward appearance changed to be stronger. You felt as though Wanda saw right through that into your deepest insecurities and tended to them accordingly.

Your daydreaming is cut short by Pietro busting out of the warehouse where the drop was supposed to take place, with the goods still in his hand.

“DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!”

He jumps into the passenger seat, and you hit the gas. Pietro is talking to you, but your adrenaline is kicking in. Your fieldwork doesn’t really get this exciting without a debrief. Getaway driver is definitely a new change in speed.

Your eyes focus solely on the road, ignoring what the man is saying as his chest heaves up and down. A quick glance in the rearview mirror tells you that they are following you. While you are curious about what happened, those questions can be answered later. 

Pietro is actually mildly impressed with your driving skills. Your sharp turns and redirections are top notch in his opinion. Though you are doing great the guys are still tailing you.

You think for a moment, trying to remember the nearest parking garage. You realize that it’s behind you and brake hard, you weave through oncoming traffic to try to get to the parking garage.

“Get ready to hop out,” you say to Pietro parking the car. Once you do the blonde starts running on foot and you call after him. He stops in his tracks frantic until he sees you breaking into another car. When you get in you drive normally out of the parking structure and straight back to the office.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n I didn’t know you could drive like that?”

Pietro grabs the wooden box from his lap before walking to the elevator. He wipes his hands on his jeans and proceeds as though it was a just another day.

“So, what the fuck happened?”

He raises an eyebrow, “You weren’t listening in the car?”

“Duh, I was a little preoccupied with the whole driving for my life thing.”

“I guess you'll hear it when I tell Papa then.”

The two of you are definitely headed to the top floor of the building to inform Dragos of what has transpired. Pietro is never one for knocking and simply barges into the man’s office.

“Papa, do you have a- Sestra?”

Pietro’s sentence dies in his throat as he gets a glimpse of his older sister. He wastes no time sitting in the wooden box on a couch nearby and scooping up the redhead in a tight hug. You could hear them exchanging more words in their mother language. It’s an unexpectedly tender moment as Pietro tries to keep things on the light side.

Somewhere in the hug Wanda’s eyes land on you and they widen slightly. She untangles herself from her brother to get a good look at you. She’s older, as expected, but age had been more than kind to her. Wanda looks as elegant as ever, an air of distinguish surrounds her.

The way she looks at you makes you feel like a teenager again. You do your best not to squirm under her gaze. When a smile placed itself on her lips, you feel relief washing over you. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she pulls you in to a big hug.

Her hands rise to hold your face, pulling back just slightly. She wants to get a good look at you. The softness of her hands causes you to blush.

“You’ve grown up on me little krolik.”

She releases the hold, and you speak, “You’ve been gone a long time, Wanda.”

There it is, in your voice for the first time in years; That fragile tone that you had only ever allowed Wanda to hear. You hope it didn't sound as desperate to everyone else in the room and it didn't. But Wanda picked up on it instantly.

“I have, but now I'm back; permanently,” Wanda says, keeping her eyes on you.

“And she brought a friend,” Dragos interjects, and you watch Wanda roll her eyes.

“She’s more than a friend Papa, she’s my wife and she’s sitting right here. I expect you to treat her kindly.”

Wanda is married and to a woman. Your mind scrambles to piece together what had happened in the years that she was gone for this to be the case. It is hard for you to digest what the woman had said. Your breathing becomes a little shallow, but no one takes notice.

Finally, you take notice of the other woman in the room, sitting in the chair next to the one Wanda had just been sitting in. Your mouth dries at the sight of her. The woman is stunning. Her auburn hair is a few shades darker than Wanda’s. She has a button nose, soft pink lips and piercing green eyes. You couldn't be mad at Wanda for marrying such a beautiful woman.

“Sestra, you’re married?” Pietro exclaims, looking between the two women dramatically.

“Yes; Y/n, Pietro, this is my wife, Natasha Romanoff.”

Your eyes linger on the woman even when Dragos claps his hands together to get the attention of the room, “Piet you were saying something important. I see that Mr. H didn't get his package.”

Any further pleasantries would have to wait.

“Papa it was a bad deal. They tried short me on our exchange, so I told them they could either bring me the rest of what they owe, or I’d be walking. They planned to take the package from me, so I ran immediately to the car. Of course they chased after me, but thanks to need for speed over here we got away.”

Dragos pinches the bridge of his nose lightly, “Don’t I always say being back up?”

Pietro answers back, “I took Y/n.”

This causes Natasha to chuckle a bit.

Your eyes narrow at her, “Something funny?”

She doesn’t back down, “Well from the way Wanda described you, you don't necessarily scream back up.”

Your jaw clenches slightly and you steal a quick glance at Wanda, “Wanda hasn’t seen me in over 5 years. I’m not that fragile little kid anymore.”

Dragos nods proudly, “Y/n is the biggest asset we have in this organization. She’s by far the glue that holds this all together and I will not tolerate any disrespect thrown her way.” The final part of his sentence carries a lot of weight to it, it’s a verbal warning.

Wanda clears her throat, “Hammerhead is a loyal customer, why would he try to cheat us?”

“He could have a new dealer,” you speak up. “Someone who might be charging less for similar goods.”

“You think someone is dumb enough to try to undercut us?” Pietro questions.

You speak candidly, “I think that people in this city can be greedy, and greed blinds all good sense.”

Dragos clearly agrees, “We need eyes and ears on the streets listening to anything about dealers that aren't us. I need a meeting with Hammerhead to make sure he’s got that big ugly head of his on straight. Y/n if I can't sell this, I'm going to have see a profit of this quantity somewhere else on the sheets.”

“Let Natasha and I come with you to your meeting Papa. I want you to see what we're capable of.”

“Papa, is this woman going to be joining our group?” Pietro asks.

You turn your attention to Dragos, curious of what the man has to say. There is an unbridled shine in Wanda’s eyes and a small upturn of Natasha’s lip. They seem to think that the man would say yes immediately.

Instead, he heavily sighs, “For now Ms. Romanoff is simply Wanda’s… wife. There is a chance that she’ll be given access to join. However, her involvement isn’t guaranteed. So just to be clear, she’s not going to be sitting in on the meeting.”

Wanda wants to fight back, you can tell, but she refrains. The playfulness of her features dissipates as she responds, “Is she at least allowed to stay and watch them work?”

“Y/n do you mind if Ms. Romanoff shadows you for the rest of the day?” You know what Dragos was actually asking of you. He wants you to vet her.

Your eyes land on the woman, staring at her intensely, “Sure.”

She squirms in her seat which makes you smile a bit.

“Pietro,” Dragos starts.

“Eyes & ears I’ve got it Papa,” he’s out of the door fast, setting the plan in motion.

Dragos presses a small button on his desk, “Kate can you set up a meeting between Hammerhead & I. It needs to be as soon as possible. Make it clear that if I’m kept waiting, there will be extra fees to pay. Ones that can't be bought by money.”

“No problem Mr. Maximoff. Should I have Clint get the car ready?” She responds over the intercom.

“That’ll be great, thank you Kate.”

Now it is Wanda who claps her hands, “So I guess it’s time to get to work. Which mean it’s time to say goodbye to my beautiful wife and my little krolik.”

Natasha stands from her seat and places a gentle kiss on Wanda’s lips. “Be safe,” she murmurs, not quite ready to part from her wife.

“I’ll be fine Nat, it’s just business as usual.”

Something about the two women in the same line of sight together made you feel weird. You had seen beautiful couples before, but you seem to be a little mesmerized by the sight of Natasha and Wanda. For now, you would say that it was just the shock of seeing Wanda after all these years and being blindsided by the news of her marriage.

“Have you changed too much to give me a hug before you go?”

The teasing tone in Wanda’s voice makes you roll your eyes. You walk over to her nonetheless, “I hugged you earlier, you know.”

Wanda doesn’t hesitate to pull you into another hug. “I know, but maybe two is too much for the new Y/n.”

You look up at her, maybe for a second too long, and you can’t help yourself, “Don’t worry, part of me is still your little krolik.”

A slight blush paints over her features as she smiles at you, “Good, keep my wife safe, ok?”

Your eyes cut to Natasha, “Of course, I’ll leave you guys to it.”

You walk out of the office with Wanda’s wife trailing closely behind you.  

“So, are you going to show me what makes you the glue?”

Her words make smile tug on the edge of your lips, “If you’re lucky.”

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Happy Birthday

Summary: It's your birthday and the only person who doesn't seem to be excited about it is you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death. Angst. Fluff. Language probably. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: This story was completely self-indulgent, but I hope someone out there likes it!

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You’ve always been very reluctant to celebrate your birthday.

You haven’t had a birthday party since you were 12. The following year your mom died a couple of days before and neither you nor your family were in the mood to celebrate anything.

It wasn’t by any means unexpected, she had been sick for a few years, but it still hit you hard.

You were the youngest and were far too young when she first got sick to really understand everything going on.

You were 8 and all you really remember is watching your mom get more and more sick until eventually there was nothing more the doctors could do.

Her death hit you hard and you closed yourself off, never talking about it or even crying after the day of her funeral. To this day you’ve still never cried, in front of others or even by yourself.

You started exercising to channel all your energy, refusing to do anything more like the therapy your family suggested. 

When you were 15 you discovered SHIELD and decided you wanted to help others, so you signed up for the SHIELD Academy, working your hardest and pushing yourself to your very limit.

You ended up being not only the youngest cadet ever, but the youngest to actually graduate and then the youngest recruit at SHIELD at only 16 years old.

Natasha was very impressed when she heard about you and took a liking to you, convincing Fury to make you part of her team during her missions and teaching you everything she knows.

That’s how you ended up in the Avengers Initiative, not that you felt you didn’t deserve it since you know how hard you worked and everything you gave up to work towards this achievement. 

The team themselves were initially skeptical since you were barely 18 during the battle of New York, but they were quickly proven wrong when they saw how well you handled yourself against the Chitauri. 

You were devastated when SHIELD fell, but carried on as an Avenger, battling Ultron and then moving to the Compound with the team.

You met the actual Bucky for the first time when you were 22, during the whole Civil War thing with Baron Zemo. Like Natasha, you were on Tony’s team, fighting mostly Pietro, but the conflict eventually ended. 

It took Tony some time to get over the whole “Bucky killing his parents while brainwashed” thing, but, as he likes to say, he can’t call himself a genius without admitting that Bucky didn’t have much of a choice. 

Thanks to Tony’s help Shuri was able to find a solution to Bucky’s brainwashing faster than she would’ve alone, meaning Bucky didn’t have to go back into cryo and was pretty quickly cleared to join the team, about a year after the airport battle in Leipzig.

You were warmly accepted by everybody and, the more the team grew the more you felt at home with these people.

And now you wish you could burn down the whole compound because, somehow, Tony convinced you to have a birthday party for the first time in 13 years because, in his words, 'you only turn 25 once'.

Good news is you managed to make him limit the guest list to the team and other people close to you like Maria Hill and Fury. Bad news is you’re still gonna be the center of attention, which you hate.

You couldn’t stop Tony from making everyone dress up for the party, and you couldn’t stop the team from getting you gifts even though you insisted all you wanted was everyone together and to have fun with them since for the longest time nobody ever even knew when your birthday was. 

What you didn’t realize was that the only person more worried than you about your gifts was Bucky.

Since he joined the team the two of you have gotten close, starting with his first training with the team where he very loudly told Steve about his disbelief that someone as young and small as you could actually be an asset to the team.

You quickly put him in his place by taking him down after less than two minutes of sparring, taking full advantage of his underestimating you because he “didn’t want to hurt a pretty little thing like you.”

Admittedly he was impressed and wasn’t shy about letting you know that, while the rest of the team snickered at his initial shock when you pinned him down.

You became friends after that, not as close as you’d like but friends nonetheless.

If you were honest with yourself you’ve been harboring a little crush on the supersoldier, but he’s never shown any interest so you resigned yourself to just being his friend.

Something that you did come to treasure, though, is your and Bucky’s late night talks.

It started with you walking in on him in the kitchen on a late night where you couldn’t sleep, nothing new to you, but the two of you barely talked other than acknowledging each other.

You took a bottle of water and left.

A couple of days later you ran into him again and you stood there in silence while you made yourself a cup of tea and then left for your room.

A few days later again he was just sitting there and said nothing as you made your tea, except this time you put a cup in front of him and silently took a seat next to him at the counter.

Two nights later when you arrived at the kitchen he was already there with a cup of tea in front of him and one in front of the seat next to him.

You didn’t want to assume it was for you, but you took a chance when you noticed it was the cup you always used, a blue mug with Stitch on it that says “Let’s get weird”. Your favorite in fact.

You hesitantly sat down next to him and, without you having to ask or without even looking at you, he told you that the nights you stay up late because you can’t sleep you tend to be more quiet during the team dinners and while you hang out afterwards.

You didn’t say anything in return and just sat there, trying not to overthink how much he seemed to watch you.

But the more nights you spent like that, the more you two talked and you gathered quickly that Bucky is a very observant person, nothing more.

You loved the time you spent together after dark where you’d talk about everything and anything, but come morning it was almost as if it never happened, which you came to accept.

It weirdly made the nights you spent talking even more special, which was almost every night.

But back to the present, you’re currently getting ready with Natasha and Wanda, who know much more than you about hair and makeup and are always happy to help you out with getting ready for Stark parties. 

You put on the black cocktail dress with rhinestones all over the corset and a slit down the left side, then the three of you make your way to the party room and you take a deep breath before entering.

Everyone is already there, all dressed up in fancy clothes as they all shout “Happy Birthday”.

You laugh and say hi to everybody while they all take turns hugging you, there’s not too many people but everyone important to you is there.

Even Laura and Clint’s kids are there, which you consider a second family at this point, since Laura always did treat you like a daughter.

You hate to admit that it's a nice party.

Knowing you, everyone makes an effort to not put you too much at the center of attention and you just go around talking to your friends like every other party.

Eventually time comes for the cake and, the moment you kind of dreaded, opening the gifts.

Since it's the first birthday you allowed the team to celebrate everyone decided to go all in for your gifts, which you picked up on from the very first gift you open.

Pietro got you a first edition of “The Picture Of Dorian Gray” which is your all time favorite book, Wanda and Maria got you a leather jacket and an amazing pair of boots that you knew were expensive because you were all out shopping together when you came across them.

Steve got you a gold heart-shaped locker with a picture of the team inside it, Natasha got you a charm bracelet with a little charm to represent everyone on the team, and Sam got you a cute necklace with your birth stone on it.

When you open Fury’s gift you start laughing since it's a gun, a SIG SAUER P226 to be precise, which is very Fury.

“It was my first gun when I joined SHIELD.” He says with a smile and you smile back, knowing how much thought he put into this gift.

You open Clint’s gift next, a bow and arrow that he already taught you how to use, and Laura got you a pair of diamond earrings.

Your heart melts when you open Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel’s gifts, respectively a friendship bracelet, an Avengers action figure of yourself and a Stitch plushie.

The three of them hug you tightly as you say thank you and now you only have two gifts left, Tony’s and Bucky’s, and they’re both little boxes. 

You open Tony’s next, thinking it’s some fancy necklace or earring but you frown when you see a car key.

“Is this the key to your car?” you ask Tony, knowing full well you’re holding the key to an Audi R8 Spyder, the car Tony’s let you borrow so many times you’re now wondering if he’s gifting you his spare set of keys.

“No.” He says casually “It’s the key to your car.”

You’re even more confused and simply stare at him with your mouth gaped, not really processing the information.

“Y-you… You got me a car?!” You almost yell out of shock and everyone else starts laughing at your antics when you start basically jumping up and down and hugging Tony, squealing like a little girl.

“Well, come on, let’s go see it!” Tony says enthusiastically after you’ve calmed down, and you get up, just as enthusiastic, but are stopped by Steve’s voice.

“Wait, wait. You have one gift left.” He says, picking up the small box and giving it to you. “It’s from Bucky.”

You were so pumped up by the car, you almost forgot about it and completely miss the mischievous look Steve gives Bucky and the murderous glare Bucky gives back.

You also miss Bucky starting to protest before you open his gift, but he instantly shuts up when he sees your face falling the second you open it.

It’s a small necklace with a blue rose in it, it really looks like something you’d give a little girl more than a 25 year old woman.

You look at it for a minute, running your finger on it before you raise your head and look at Bucky.

The whole room goes silent as they all watch you worriedly, everyone noticing immediately that tears are streaming down your face.

Nobody understands what’s happening and nobody knows how to react or what to do, it’s like they’re all frozen by the sight of you being vulnerable for the first time ever. 

Meanwhile Bucky’s heart is beating so loud he’s sure everyone around him can hear it, and he feels himself starting to panic at the thought of having ruined your birthday with that stupid gift.

Everybody else got you expensive gifts and all he did was get you a small, cheap necklace that reminded him of a story you briefly talked about once on one of your late night talks about a necklace you had as a kid.

He saw it at the mall while looking for a gift for you, remembering the sweet smile you had on your face when you mentioned it and the fleeting sad look he thought he saw when you told him you lost it when you were 12.

He was really proud of himself for that gift, but the more he saw the other gifts you got the more he regretted his choice, especially after Tony gave you a fucking car.

And now you were crying, not saying anything while just looking at him.

He doesn’t know what to expect from you at the moment, nobody does, he thinks you might yell, throw his gift back at him, tell him how much you hate it and him.

But you surprise everyone by throwing your arms around Bucky’s neck, hugging him tightly while crying into his shoulder.

You honestly forgot telling Bucky about that story and certainly didn’t expect him to remember it, especially since you always got the feeling that he didn’t care about your talks as much as you.

You just assumed that come morning he deleted everything you told him to make room for more important things, and you didn’t blame him.

But he didn’t.

What you didn’t tell him about the necklace is that your mom gave it to you because blue roses were her favorite, you had that necklace since you were born but you somehow lost it the day of her funeral.

That day you lost the two most important things in your life and cried yourself to sleep, and that was the last time you allowed yourself to be weak and cry.

Until today.

Bucky hesitantly wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back hoping to get you to calm down. He looks around at the rest of the team, panicking a little and not knowing what to do.

Everyone else is as clueless as he is, never having seen you in such a state before.

Bucky starts apologizing, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying, and he feels horrible that it’s because of him.

You shake your head quickly and pull away a little to look at him, wanting to reassure him you’re not sad or angry but incredibly happy, but words refuse to come. You take a deep breath to calm yourself and finally manage to speak.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.” It’s quiet, but it’s something, and it’s enough to make Bucky let out a breath of relief at knowing you don’t hate him or his gift.

He brings you back in for another tight hug, almost forgetting about everyone else in the room as you hug him back without hesitation.

You’re honestly not even embarrassed at crying, all you care about at the moment is Bucky, his arms around you while he lets you bury your face in his neck, like you’ve been wanting to do for years now.

“Happy birthday, doll.” He whispers in your ear and, for the first time in 13 years, you really feel like it is.

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Wanda x Pietro Masterlist

You Didn't See That Coming - Wanda had never known pain like thia. After everything she and Pietro had endured, why did this have to happen?

dividers by @firefly-graphics

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In Celebration of Love: X-Men Edition

For this Valentine's day, I made a list of my favorite couples from the X-universe, and here is why you should pay attention too 😏

Ororo Munroe x James Logan Howlett

Related Fanfics: Lone Wolf Cabin (Explicit), Trip to the Waterfalls (Explicit)

RoLo is my first-ever ship. Their dynamic is exciting. She is the unattainable goddess (or so she tells herself), while he is a man with a long past with nothing else left but his own animal side. Through time, Logan was a wingman to Ororo's X-Men leadership.

He was also there for Ororo right after she parted with T'Challa to serve her people, the mutants. It is only so interesting to see that Logan stood by her side, a supportive friend and a lover, while she was in a post-Wakandan era of finding her own purpose yet again.

Nature is a constant companion. Take a winter cabin, woods, and fresh air. Is it not liberating to see these two together?

Scott Summers x Emma Frost

Related Fanfics: Essense of Emma (Explicit), Uncanny X-Men: Sex & Cigarettes (Explicit)

Scemma infected me from the first pages of the New X-Men.

Emma is a complex character, a femme fatale. With a difficult past to reconcile with, she is one of the prime examples of a villain turning into a main character. Scott, on the other hand, seemingly clings to her corrupted nature at first. Next, he makes an active choice to be with Emma and to build his own life regardless of who is woman by his side. As the result, the two formed the most interesting power couple/fight couple.

They never lost their spark on the page. I also absolutely LOVE the "two leaders being together" dynamic. Usually, in a relationship, one of the parties assumes a submissive role. Here, Scemma gives me the air to breathe - a hope that two powerful personalities can in fact thrive together.

Destiny x Mystique

Related Fanfic: Viva Las Vegas (Explicit)

Ok. Hear me out.

The fact that two lesbian terrorists survived all censorship and, to this date, are one of the longest and most consistent power couples in the X-Men universe still baffles me. I like their ambition and shared sense of humor.

Are they good parents? Debatable. Are they fighting for the right cause? Depends. Are they ready to burn the world down for each other? Absolutely fucking yes.

Wanda Maximoff x Pietro Maximoff

Related Fanfic: Murder at Polaris Express (Explicit)

'Nuff said. Crucify me for this. 😏

There is nothing to be ashamed of. Incest is a taboo in our civilization for a reason - two genetically similar humans have low chances of creating a child with maximized odds for survival and top health. No-go. It makes total sense. But! I am waiting for a retcon explaining how they were both not-blood siblings and simply met each other under the circumstances of Magneto's found family.

I shipped them since around 2005. I shipped these two so hard, I persuaded my ex-boyfriend to dress up as these two troublemakers for Halloween. Yes. Ex-boyfriend. Yes, he agreed willingly. Yes, we went to a party like this. MCU's Age of Ultron made us horny, and I refuse to apologize for what my mind desires.

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( fic ) with scarves of red

with scarves of red

mcu (wandavision) | wanda/pietro teen, 2.8k Wanda brings Pietro back to life with a spell binding them together in holy matrimony.

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