JJ

Then she saw the faded handwriting on the side.

Sokovia.

She frowned.

Wanda never labelled things.

Natasha pulled it out.

Inside were photographs. A few books. Some old papers.

And a cassette.

A very old one.

The kind that should have stopped working years ago.

She was still kneeling on the floor when Wanda walked through the front door.

The second she saw the box, she stopped.

"Oh."

Natasha looked up.

"Didn't know we had this."

Wanda stared at it for a second.

Then she took off her shoes.

"Yeah."

That was all.

Just yeah.

Natasha knew that tone.

The conversation was over before it had started.

-///-

The box disappeared the next day.

Natasha didn't mention it.

Wanda didn't either.

Life continued.

Dinner.

Laundry.

Arguments about whose turn it was to buy coffee.

Normal.

Mostly.

But Wanda kept disappearing. Not physically, just...

drifting.

Natasha would find her staring out windows, standing in doorways or sitting at the kitchen table long after she'd finished eating.

Always somewhere else.

Three weeks later, Natasha woke up at two in the morning.

The bed was empty.

Which wasn't unusual because Wanda had terrible sleeping habits.

Natasha followed the light spilling from beneath the living room door.

Wanda was sitting on the floor.

The cassette and a player rested in her lap.

Silent.

She wasn't even listening to it.

Just holding it.

Natasha leaned against the doorway.

"You know phones exist now."

Wanda snorted.

"Very futuristic."

"Revolutionary technology, babe."

Neither moved.

Eventually, Natasha crossed the room and sat beside her.

The apartment was quiet.

Outside, rain tapped against the windows.

Wanda turned the cassette over in her hands.

"My father used to record things."

Natasha glanced over.

Wanda rarely talked about her parents.

Rarely enough that Natasha stayed silent.

"He'd record my mother singing."

A pause.

"Sometimes Pietro and I."

She smiled faintly.

"Mostly accidental recordings."

Natasha could picture it.

Kids running through the house.

Someone laughing in the background.

A normal family.

A normal life.

The kind Wanda never got to keep.

"The tape's broken."

Natasha looked down.

"Oh."

"I found out years ago."

Wanda's thumb traced the edge of the cassette.

"I kept thinking I'd fix it."

Another pause.

"I never did."

Something in her voice made Natasha's chest hurt.

"I don't remember her voice anymore."

Wanda laughed once.

A miserable little sound.

"Isn't that awful?"

Natasha didn't answer immediately.

Wanda kept staring at the cassette.

"I remember what she looked like."

She swallowed.

"I remember how she made tea."

A shaky breath.

"But her voice..."

The sentence never finished.

It didn't need to.

Natasha understood.

There were people she'd lost years ago whose faces she could still draw from memory, but voices vanished differently.

Slowly and without permission.

One day, you realized you couldn't hear them anymore, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Wanda rubbed at her eyes, annoyed with herself.

"I don't know why I'm upset."

"Sure you do."

That earned her a look.

Natasha shrugged. "You miss your mom."

"It's been decades."

"So?"

Wanda opened her mouth.

Closed it again.

Natasha reached over and took the cassette from her hands, turned it over, and examined it.

"I can probably get this repaired."

Wanda blinked.

"What?"

"There are people who do that."

"Natasha."

"What?"

"It's probably impossible."

"That's never stopped me before."

A laugh escaped Wanda.

A real one this time, small, but real.

Natasha handed the tape back.

Their fingers brushed.

Wanda looked down at it.

Then at her.

"You'd really try?"

"Obviously."

"Why?"

Natasha stared at her.

"That's a stupid question."

Wanda smiled despite herself.

"Rude."

"You married me."

"Unfortunately."

"Too late now."

The smile lingered.

And for the first time all night, Wanda looked a little less lost.

-///-

Natasha didn't mention the cassette again.

Not because she'd forgotten.

That would have been impossible.

Wanda left things behind all the time. Coffee mugs, books and half-finished grocery lists, but Natasha never forgot the things that mattered.

And that night on the living room floor had mattered.

Even though months passed.

Winter melted into early spring.

The cassette disappeared back into whatever drawer Wanda had hidden it in, and life moved on.

At least on the surface.

Natasha spent three weeks tracking down someone who could restore damaged recordings.

The first person said it couldn't be done.

The second quoted a price that made even Natasha wince.

The third spent forty minutes explaining magnetic tape degradation before Natasha politely hung up.

At some point, she found a specialist in Prague.

The man looked at the scans she'd sent and said, "Maybe."

Natasha had learned long ago that maybe was often the best answer available.

So she mailed it.

And waited.

-///-

The package arrived nearly two months later.

Natasha opened it alone.

The restored cassette sat inside a protective case.

Beside it was a note.

Recovered approximately 81% of the original audio. Some sections remain damaged.

Natasha stared at it for a long moment.

Then she dug an old cassette player out of storage and pressed play.

Static.

A hiss.

For several seconds, she thought the restoration had failed.

Then—

Laughter.

Children laughing.

Natasha froze.

The sound crackled through the speakers.

A woman's voice followed.

Warm and gentle.

Speaking rapidly in Sokovian.

Or what Natasha assumed was Sokovian.

Every few words sounded close enough to Russian that she could piece together fragments.

A warning about muddy shoes.

Someone complaining.

More laughter.

Then a child shouted something.

A little girl's voice.

Bright.

Excited.

Wanda.

Natasha smiled immediately.

She couldn't help it.

The voice sounded nothing like Wanda now.

Higher, faster, and completely unconcerned with the world.

Natasha leaned back in her chair.

Listening.

There was another child, too.

A boy.

Probably Pietro.

The two of them talked over each other constantly.

Even through the static, it felt chaotic.

Alive.

For almost thirty minutes, Natasha sat there.

Listening to ghosts.

Listening to a family.

Listening to moments nobody had expected to become precious.

By the time the tape ended, Natasha realized she was smiling.

She imagined eight-year-old Wanda running through a crowded apartment.

Imagined tiny hands stealing food from the kitchen.

Imagined Pietro being annoying.

Some things probably hadn't changed.

Natasha rewound the tape.

Put it back in its case.

And waited.

-///-

Wanda's birthday arrived three weeks later.

It was perfect.

Or close enough.

Their friends filled the apartment.

There was too much food.

Too much cake.

Clint somehow convinced everyone to play a board game, which immediately sparked an argument.

Yelena cheated openly.

Tony accused everyone else of cheating.

Bruce laughed so hard he nearly spilled his drink.

By midnight, everyone was gone.

The apartment finally fell quiet.

Wanda looked exhausted, the happy kind, though.

She kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the couch.

"Best birthday?" Natasha asked.

Wanda smiled.

"Best birthday."

"Even with Clint here?"

"Barely."

"Understandable."

Natasha waited.

Counted to ten.

Then stood.

"One more thing."

Wanda frowned.

"What?"

"I have another present."

Immediately suspicious.

"You said no more presents."

"I lied."

"You always lie."

"I know."

Natasha disappeared into the bedroom.

When she returned, she carried a small box.

Wanda sat up slowly.

"Natasha..."

"Open it."

Inside sat the restored cassette.

And a cassette player.

And a pair of headphones.

For a moment, Wanda didn't react.

She simply stared.

Her eyes moved from the cassette to Natasha, then back again, and the room abruptly felt very still.

"Natasha."

Her voice barely worked.

Natasha sat beside her.

"It took a while."

Wanda looked like she wasn't breathing.

"You—"

"It wasn't easy."

"Natasha."

The way she said her name made something ache inside her chest.

Carefully, Natasha lifted the headphones.

Wanda still hadn't moved, still hadn't looked away from the cassette. So Natasha settled the headphones over her ears herself.

Like handling something fragile.

Something precious.

Then she pressed play.

Static.

Wanda's eyes widened.

A sharp inhale.

Then—

A voice.

Her mother's voice.

Natasha saw the exact second recognition hit. It was like watching someone get struck by lightning.

Wanda's hand flew to her mouth, and the tears appeared instantly.

No warning.

No attempt to stop them.

Just tears streaming down her face.

Her eyes locked onto Natasha's.

Disbelieving, almost desperate.

As if asking whether this was real.

Natasha nodded.

Wanda laughed.

A broken little laugh.

Then another voice emerged from the headphones.

A child.

Young.

Excited.

Little Wanda.

More tears.

She was crying so hard now she could barely breathe, but she never looked away from Natasha.

Not once.

As if she couldn't decide which miracle to focus on.

The voices she'd thought she'd lost forever.

Or the woman who had brought them back.

After a few moments, Wanda pulled the headphones off.

The recording kept playing faintly.

She didn't seem to care.

She could listen later.

Tomorrow.

A hundred times.

For the rest of her life.

Right now—

She launched herself at Natasha.

Hard enough to nearly knock them both off the couch.

Natasha laughed as arms wrapped around her neck.

Then laughed even harder when Wanda started crying directly into her shoulder.

"Okay."

Wanda only held on tighter.

"Okay."

"I love you."

The words came out muffled.

Broken by tears.

"I love you."

Again.

And again.

And again.

Natasha felt her throat tighten.

Not from sadness. Something warmer. Something bigger.

She buried her face in Wanda's hair.

"I love you too."

Wanda shook her head.

As if those words weren't enough.

As if there weren't enough words in any language for this.

So she just kept repeating it.

"I love you."

Another squeeze.

"I love you."

Another.

"I love you."

Natasha smiled into her hair.

The cassette continued playing quietly in the background.

A family laughing somewhere far away.

A mother calling for her children.

A little girl answering.

…hopefully, because you hadn’t exactly told her your plan so you were praying she didn’t yell at you, considering they’d never slept anywhere but in your room.

Turning the corner, heading for the shared lounge space, the sound of Wanda’s voice cracking froze you stiff in the hall outside of Natasha’s door.

“I just… I look at myself and I don’t feel sexy,” she admitted quietly, her words shaking with barely restrained tears. “My body changed. Everything changed and she hasn’t touched me since the twins were born. I even tried on the blue teddy she loves and she just looked at me and said, ‘that looks nice, honey’.”

There was a pause before Natasha replied carefully, “Have you tried talking to her about it?”

“I’m terrified to,” Wanda laughed brokenly, “What if she looks at me and just sees… the baby weight and the exhaustion and the motherhood? What if she doesn’t want me anymore?”

Yelena said… something but you couldn’t hear it over the sudden roar in your ears as your grip tightened on the stroller handles. The idea that Wanda—your Wanda—could ever think you didn’t want her anymore made your stomach twist and your heart pound in your chest.

Pressing your tongue to the inside of your cheek, you pushed the stroller into the lounge where Kate was upgrading her bowstring with some high-intensity polymer Tony had crafted.

“Hey, Katie, you sure you and Lena are good to watch the boys?” you asked, brows lifted with a sheepish grin.

She glanced up, her gaze softening immediately at the sight of Billy and Tommy. “Yeah, of course.” Setting the string down onto the table, she stood, doing grabby-hands at the stroller with a wide grin. “We already took the portable cribs into our room. You okay though? You look… stressed.”

Sliding the stroller into Kate’s hands, you smiled despite the storm bubbling in your stomach. “Yeah… I will be. Thanks again, Bishop.”

-X-

The door opened slowly, Wanda slipping inside with a heavy sigh. Her head was turned away from the bed, one palm pressed to her overly warm cheek as if she could will away the evidence of her tears. Her oversized hoodie—one you were pretty sure was yours—swallowed her frame and the sight of her drowning in your clothes made something hot and possessive coil in your gut.

She hadn’t noticed you yet, sprawled out on the bed in shorts and a tank top, as your eyes tracked her hungrily.

Wanda exhaled a shaky breath, shoulders drooping as she reached for the hem of the hoodie but your voice stilled her—

“Strip for me, princess. Slowly. I want to enjoy the show.”

Spinning to face you, Wanda’s cheeks reddened, but for an entirely different reason this time. Her mouth opened, the questions visible on her face, before she bit her lip. Her hands returned to the hem and she tugged it upward slowly, inch by inch, then her shorts joined it on the floor of your bedroom.

Beneath them, she had been bare except for simple black lace-trimmed panties that made your mouth water. Her hands twitched at her sides, like she was resisting the urge to cover herself, but the heat in your eyes kept her frozen in place. Her breasts, a little fuller, and her hips a little softer, she was even more delectable than she’d been before the twins.

“Fuck, Wanda,” you groaned, leaning forward, elbows on your knees as you studied her like she was a map you intended to relearn.

Intimately.

The way you watched her left her trembling and she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties before peeling them down slowly, stepping out of them with a tiny wobble before she tossed the black fabric at your chest.

“Like this?” she whispered, trying to be playful but you could hear the nerves as she took a tentative step closer towards the bed.

You didn’t hesitate, crawling to the edge of the bed and kneeling in front of her. It’d been years since you’d seen her so anxious and you fucking hated it. Hated that she’d felt so disconnected from you when you’d spent the last six months trying to be respectful.

The blue teddy she’d mentioned? You’d damn near bitten through your knuckles in an attempt to not jump her bones. You’d—stupidly—thought she’d shown you the teddy because she felt sexy. Your exhaustion-addled brain hadn’t registered that maybe, just maybe, she’d wanted you to fuck her but now?

You weren’t going to make the same mistake twice.

Hands lifting, you cradled her jaw, dragging her into a heady kiss, mouth ravenous and desperate against hers. Her lips parted under yours with a soft, almost wounded sound. She kissed you back like she was drowning and you were the first taste of air she’d had in hours.

“Tell me you still want me,” she begged against your lips, her tongue dipping into your mouth before you could respond, as if she was terrified of your answer.

Cupping her cheeks, you separated your mouths just enough to meet her gaze.

“Baby, I want you more than anything. I’m so fucking obsessed with you. Every inch…” your fingers trailed over her belly, tickling that soft skin just above her mound. “I’m more in love with you now than before.”

Your tongue traced the side of her throat before your head dipped lower to catch her nipple between your lips as you guided her onto the bed beside you. Her back arched, a moan escaping her parted lips, fingers burying themselves in your hair as she kept your mouth exactly where she needed it.

“Detka…” she whined, voice almost a sob, hips jerking as your fingers brushed soft curls before dipping between her thighs.

“Just lie back and let me take care of you… I’ve got six months to make up for,” you whispered against her skin, lavishing the stiff peak in attention before your mouth trailed lower…

And lower…

Inside, it was quiet except for the hum of the engine and the faint music drifting from the radio. Yelena drove with one hand resting lazily on the wheel, sunglasses pushed into her hair despite the lack of sunlight. Wanda sat in the passenger seat with one knee slightly pulled up, staring out at the distant hills passing by. In the backseat, Y/N sat sideways behind Wanda, one arm draped across the top of the seat. Her attention seemed split between the scenery outside and Wanda beside her. Even now. Always.

Yelena had noticed it in the rearview mirror probably a hundred times already. How the taller woman acted around Wanda. A faint smirk tugged at Yelena’s mouth before she finally broke the silence.

“Tell me again what happened.”

Wanda blinked and looked over. “The mission?”

“Yes, mission,” Yelena replied dryly.

Y/N snorted softly from the backseat.

Wanda ignored it, shifting slightly before answering. “We were ambushed during a retrieval mission. Hydra knew we were coming.”

Yelena’s amusement faded immediately. “That is bad already.”

Wanda nodded faintly. “There were too many of them. Too organized. They knew exactly how we’d move.” Her jaw tightened slightly at the memory. “It wasn’t random.”

“Someone leaked information,” Yelena said.

“Maybe,” Wanda admitted quietly. “Or they’ve been studying us longer than we thought.”

In the backseat, Y/N’s posture stiffened almost instantly.

Wanda noticed immediately. Her fingers twitched faintly in her lap before she continued. “We escaped. Barely. But during the escape we had to split up.”

“Nat, Steve, and Bucky went one way,” Y/N added quietly. “Me and Wanda went the other.”

Yelena glanced toward the mirror again. “And Natasha told you to run.”

“A week ago,” Wanda said. “She contacted us through an encrypted burner. Told us to stay off-grid, keep moving, change locations constantly, and not go near the compound.”

“Until they figured out what happened,” Yelena murmured.

Wanda nodded. Silence settled inside the car again as light rain began tapping softly against the windows. The windshield wipers swept once across the glass.

“And after that?” Yelena asked.

Wanda’s expression dimmed slightly. “Nothing.”

Yelena’s grip shifted slightly on the steering wheel. That bothered her. Natasha never stayed silent unless she had a reason. Or couldn’t answer. The thought lingered heavily in the car for a few seconds, mixing with the sound of rain against the windows and the steady rumble of tires against wet pavement.

Wanda noticed the slight tension settling into Yelena’s shoulders. “…Where are we going exactly?” she asked quietly.

Yelena blinked once, pulling herself back from the thought. “South coast.”

“That narrows it down so much,” Wanda muttered.

Yelena ignored the sarcasm easily. “There’s a place,” she said after a moment. “Old safehouse Natasha used years ago after Red Room.”

That immediately got Wanda’s attention. “You think she’d go back there?”

“No,” Yelena said simply. “Which is exactly why she might.” A faint smirk tugged at Yelena’s mouth. “Yes.” Yelena adjusted her grip on the wheel before continuing. “It’s near the coast. Small town. Forgettable.” Her expression dimmed slightly. “One of the first places Natasha brought me after we escaped Dreykov.”

Wanda’s gaze softened.

Yelena shrugged one shoulder casually, though there was something quieter beneath it. “She used it sometimes when things became... too loud.”

In the backseat, Y/N listened silently, chin resting against her folded arm near the window while rain streaked across the glass beside her.

The silence thickened again after that. Rain continued tapping softly against the windows while the car pushed farther south through long empty roads. Yelena drove one-handed again, though this time her eyes kept flicking toward the rearview mirror, but because she was studying Y/N now. Curious.

Eventually she spoke again.

“So,” Yelena said casually, “how were you able to smell Natasha on me?”

Wanda glanced over slightly.

In the backseat, Y/N blinked once. “…What?”

“At the alley,” Yelena explained. “You said I smelled like her.”

“Oh.” Y/N shifted slightly. “You do.”

“You can smell family connections?”

“No. I just have a good nose.” Y/N hesitated briefly, like she was trying to explain something obvious to someone who lacked the context for it. “I can turn into a wolf.”

Silence. Yelena stared at the mirror for a full second.

“Wait.” She glanced toward the backseat. “Like actual wolf?”

“Yes.”

“Big wolf?”

“…Yes.”

“How big?”

Y/N paused slightly. “…Big.”

Wanda smiled faintly despite herself.

Yelena barked out a laugh immediately. “That is amazing.”

Y/N relaxed slightly at the reaction. Then Yelena’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she looked at Y/N through the mirror again. “So are you enhanced too?”

Y/N frowned. “What?”

Yelena gestured vaguely toward her. “You are giant. Strong. Dramatic. Broody. I’m trying to determine if you are enhanced or just hot.”

Wanda’s head snapped toward Yelena instantly. A visible frown formed on her face.

Y/N, meanwhile, looked deeply confused again. But answered anyway, “It’s part of the wolf,” she explained quietly. “Strength. Senses. Healing.”

Yelena tilted her head slightly. “And Hydra did this?”

Y/N shook her head. “No.” A small pause. “I was born this way.”

That got Yelena’s full attention immediately. “…Seriously?”

Y/N nodded once.

For a second, Yelena just stared at her in the mirror. Then a grin spread across her face. “That is coolest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Wanda’s frown deepened.

Y/N looked surprised by the enthusiasm. “…Really?”

“Yes,” Yelena said immediately. “You are giant magical wolf woman.”

Another pause.

“Can I see later?”

Wanda turned sharply toward Yelena again.

Y/N blinked once. “…The wolf?”

“Yes, the wolf.”

“…Okay.”

Wanda’s jaw tightened slightly. Yelena caught it immediately finding amusing.

Wanda stared ahead at the road in complete silence now.

Yelena smirked to herself before continuing to poke at Y/N. “Can you understand people while wolf?”

“Yes.”

“Can you talk?”

“No.”

Wanda pinched the bridge of her nose. “Yelena.”

“What?”

“You are interrogating her like she is a zoo exhibit.”

“I am learning,” Yelena corrected.

Y/N tilted her head. “I don’t mind.”

“See?” Yelena pointed triumphantly.

Wanda made a noise of irritation and looked out the side window again.

Yelena was absolutely certain now. The more she complimented Y/N, the grumpier Wanda became. And Y/N was somehow too oblivious to notice any of it. Which only made it funnier.

“This is amazing,” Yelena continued.

Y/N blinked once, slightly unsure how to respond to that level of enthusiasm. “…Okay.”

“No, seriously.” Yelena pointed dramatically toward the backseat. “Do you understand how cool this is? Natasha never told me the Avengers had an actual werewolf.”

“I’m not a werewolf,” Y/N corrected automatically.

Yelena waved a dismissive hand. “Close enough.”

“It’s not.”

“What is difference?”

Y/N frowned slightly, genuinely considering it. “…I’m not cursed.”

Yelena barked out a laugh loud enough to echo through the car. Wanda stayed facing the window. Silent.

“You are funny too,” Yelena informed Y/N.

Y/N looked mildly alarmed by that statement. “I wasn’t joking.”

“That makes it better.”

Another soft laugh escaped Yelena as the car rolled down the road. In the backseat, Y/N relaxed a little more into the seat, one arm resting against the door while she watched the road ahead through the windshield.

Yelena glanced toward the mirror again. “So how does it work?”

Y/N tilted her head slightly. “What does?”

“The wolf thing.”

“Oh…I shift.”

Yelena stared at her reflection for a second. “…You are terrible at explaining things.”

Wanda’s lips twitched faintly despite herself before she forced the expression away again.

Y/N noticed immediately. Her attention shifted toward Wanda for a second longer than necessary, lingering there briefly before returning to Yelena.

“Okay!” Yelena glanced back again. “Do you chase things?”

Y/N looked genuinely confused. “…What things?”

“Cars. Squirrels. Tiny annoying animals. A ball.”

“No,” Y/N said immediately, mildly offended. “I’m not a dog.”

Wanda covered her mouth quickly to hide another laugh as she very briefly—and disastrously—imagined throwing something just to see what Y/N would do.

Y/N looked immediately pleased by the sound. That tiny shift in her expression didn’t escape Yelena either. God, these two were obvious.

“So,” Yelena said casually, still grinning to herself, “if I buy squeaky toy later—”

“No.”

“Very fast answer.”

“Because it’s stupid.”

“You thought about it though.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did.”

Wanda let out another quiet laugh before she could stop herself. Y/N’s attention snapped toward her again immediately, expression softening all over again like flipping a switch.

Wanda looked away toward the window quickly before Y/N could notice the heat returning to her face.

Unfortunately, Yelena noticed both.

The car slowly settled into a quieter rhythm after that. Rain tapped softly against the windows while the highway stretched endlessly ahead of them, illuminated only by distant headlights and occasional road signs flashing past in the dark. Yelena hummed quietly along with the radio. Wanda stayed turned toward the window, though the faint smile never fully disappeared from her mouth. And in the backseat, Y/N relaxed deeper into her corner, calm and content in a way she rarely allowed herself to be. Mostly because Wanda kept laughing.

---

Wanda’s POV

By the time they finally stopped, Wanda felt like her entire body had gone numb from sitting in the car for so many hours. The road had long since emptied into stretches of darkness, civilization thinning until there was barely anything left except trees, old gas stations, and occasional flickering signs glowing weakly in the distance.

When the motel finally appeared, it looked like something pulled straight out of a horror movie. A buzzing neon VACANCY sign flickered unevenly near the road. Half the letters were dead. Wanda stared at it through the windshield. “…Absolutely not.”

Yelena parked anyway. “Perfect hiding place,” she declared.

“It looks like we’re about to get murdered.”

“Exactly. Nobody searches for someone in murder motel.”

That was... annoyingly logical.

The gravel crunched beneath the tires as they pulled into the nearly empty parking lot. The motel itself was old and weatherworn, paint peeling along the doors and railings. A single dim light buzzed outside the office. Wanda climbed out of the car slowly, stretching her arms above her head with a quiet groan. Cold air hit immediately. Before she could even react properly, warmth settled at her back.

Y/N.

She had moved beside Wanda almost instantly after getting out, standing close enough that their shoulders brushed lightly while golden eyes scanned the parking lot carefully. Wanda tried very hard not to notice how automatic it had become.

Yelena absolutely noticed. Again. The blonde grabbed the car keys and headed toward the office with an amused little hum under her breath. “I’ll get the rooms,” she announced.

Wanda watched her disappear inside before exhaling quietly. Beside her, Y/N tilted her head slightly. “Tired?”

Wanda glanced up at her. Even exhausted, Y/N still looked unfairly good. Which was a problem Wanda was aggressively not thinking about.

“A little,” Wanda admitted.

Y/N nodded once, gaze flicking briefly toward the dark edges of the parking lot again before settling back on Wanda.

“You should sleep.”

Something about the simple certainty in her voice made warmth spread through Wanda’s chest again. Dangerous. Very dangerous.

A few minutes later, the office door opened again. Yelena stepped back outside, twirling two keycards between her fingers. “One room for me,” she said casually. Then tossed the second card directly at Y/N. “One room for the couple.”

Wanda nearly inhaled her own soul. “We are not a couple!”

Yelena raised one eyebrow slowly, visibly amused. “…Okay.”

The way she said it somehow made it infinitely worse.

Wanda’s face burned hotter instantly. “We’re not!”

“Mhm.” Yelena smirked faintly before turning away, already walking toward her room with her duffel bag slung over one shoulder.

“Goodnight, married people.”

“Yelena!”

The blonde only waved dismissively without looking back.

Wanda stood frozen in the middle of the parking lot for a full second, absolutely mortified before she grabbed her own bag quickly. “Come on.”

The motel walkway creaked softly beneath their footsteps as they crossed the parking lot. The farther they moved from the office lights, the darker everything became, shadows stretching long between the doors. Y/N walked slightly behind Wanda this time, close enough that Wanda could feel her presence without looking.

It made her chest ache in that confusing, dangerous way again.

Wanda unlocked the door quickly and pushed it open. The room was exactly what she expected.  Old and small with a single buzzing lamp cast soft yellow light over faded floral wallpaper and worn carpet that had definitely seen better decades. There were two bedside tables, a tiny bathroom tucked near the back, an old TV mounted crookedly on the wall—and one bed.

Wanda stopped walking and slowly, she turned toward Y/N.

Y/N blinked once. “…What?”

“There’s one bed.”

Y/N looked at the bed. Then back at Wanda. “…Okay?”

Right. Of course that wouldn’t bother her. They’ve been sleeping on the same bed this whole time.

“It’s fine,” she said quickly. Too quickly. “We’ve shared beds before.”

Y/N nodded immediately. “Yeah.”

Because for Y/N, this really was normal. Wanda hated how much that calmed her.

Y/N quietly locked the door behind them before setting her bag down near the wall. The room immediately felt smaller afterward. Quieter.

Wanda busied herself taking off her jacket, avoiding eye contact completely. But unfortunately, Y/N noticed her mood almost instantly. “…Wanda?”

“I’m fine.” The answer came sharper than intended.

Y/N went still for a second.

Wanda immediately regretted it. She rubbed a hand over her face tiredly. “Sorry. I just—”

Before she could finish, warmth suddenly wrapped around her making her freeze. Y/N had stepped closer without a sound and pulled her gently into a hug. Not tight. Not restraining. Just there. Warm arms around her shoulders. Y/N chest against hers. Steady heartbeat beneath her ear.

“I don’t want to fight,” Y/N murmured quietly.

Wanda’s breath caught.

Y/N held her carefully, like she was afraid Wanda might pull away if she moved too suddenly.

“I just want to know if you’re okay.”

The honesty in her voice shattered something soft inside Wanda immediately. Because there was no accusation there. No frustration. No confusion. Just concern.

Wanda felt herself melt against her before she could stop it. Her forehead slowly dropped against Y/N’s shoulder as tension drained out of her body all at once.

“I know,” she whispered tiredly.

Y/N’s arms tightened slightly around her at the sound. Warm and safe.

Wanda closed her eyes.

God.

This was becoming a serious problem.

---

Wanda stayed there longer than she meant to, pressed against Y/N’s chest while the motel room hummed quietly around them, the old air conditioner rattling softly somewhere near the window.

Y/N didn’t rush her. Didn’t ask questions. Didn’t push. She just held her. One hand rested carefully between Wanda’s shoulder blades while the other stayed warm against her waist, grounding and steady in that effortless way only Y/N seemed capable of.

Wanda hated how much she needed it.

After a long moment, Y/N spoke quietly. “Did I do something wrong?”

The question was so soft, so genuinely worried, that Wanda’s chest tightened painfully. She pulled back just enough to look up at her.

Y/N’s expression was open, uncertain now in a way she rarely allowed herself to be. Like Wanda’s reactions mattered more than her own comfort.

“No,” Wanda said immediately. “No, you didn’t.”

Y/N studied her face carefully, searching for any sign she was lying. “…Then why are you upset?”

Because you smile every time I laugh. Because you look at me like I’m something precious. Because I can’t breathe when you touch me anymore. Wanda swallowed hard. “I’m just tired,” she said instead.

Y/N kept looking at her for another second, then slowly nodded. “…Okay.”

She believed her enough not to push further. That somehow made Wanda feel even worse.

Y/N finally loosened her hold, though one hand lingered lightly against Wanda’s waist for a second longer before falling away completely. The loss of warmth was immediate.

Wanda tried very hard not to notice.

Y/N stepped back and glanced around the room before wrinkling her nose slightly. “This place smells weird.”

The abrupt change nearly made Wanda laugh.

“It’s a motel.”

“It smells like cigarettes and sadness.”

A startled laugh escaped Wanda before she could stop it. Y/N’s entire expression softened instantly at the sound again.

There it is. That look. Wanda felt heat crawl back into her face immediately. Wanda turned away quickly before Y/N could notice her spiraling again and dropped her bag near the bed. Behind her, she heard Y/N moving quietly around the room, checking windows and locks automatically out of habit. The familiar sounds settled something anxious in Wanda’s chest.

A few minutes later, Wanda sat near the edge of the bed while Y/N disappeared briefly into the bathroom to wash up. The second the door closed, Wanda dropped her face into her hands with a groan.

“This is bad,” she whispered to herself. Very bad. Because now every little thing affected her. The hugs, the smiles, the protective instincts, the way Y/N looked happier whenever Wanda laughed. And the worst part?

Wanda liked it. A lot.

The bathroom door opened again. Wanda looked up automatically—and immediately regretted having eyes. Y/N stepped back into the room wearing loose grey sweatpants and a black sports bra, hair still damp from washing it quickly in the sink.

Wanda forgot how breathing worked. Again.

Y/N glanced at her immediately. “…What?”

“Nothing.” That answer came way too fast.

Y/N stared at her for a second. Then, to Wanda’s absolute horror, a small smirk appeared.

“Why is your face red?”

Wanda nearly choked. “It’s not.”

“It is.”

“It’s warm in here.”

Y/N glanced around the room. The ancient air conditioner rattled loudly from the window. “…No, it isn’t.”

Wanda hated everything.

Y/N took another step closer, still looking genuinely curious despite the faint amusement lingering on her face.

“You keep doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“The red face thing.”

Wanda grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at her. But Y/N caught it automatically. And the smirk got slightly bigger.

Wanda wanted the floor to open and swallow her whole. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you know something.”

Y/N frowned slightly, clearly trying to understand what Wanda meant. Then, instead of backing off, she stepped closer.

Wanda immediately regretted saying anything.

“Why?” Y/N asked.

Wanda opened her mouth but nothing came out.

Y/N tilted her head. “Am I the one making you blush?”

The question hit Wanda like a freight train. Her entire brain stopped functioning. For one horrifying second, neither of them spoke. Y/N watched her carefully. Wanda stared back completely frozen. Y/N kept watching her, golden eyes focused entirely on her face. There was no teasing there. No smugness. Just curiosity. Which somehow made it ten times worse.

Slowly, Y/N reached out and took Wanda's hand.

Wanda's breath caught. “Y/N—”

“You keep doing it.”

“What?”

Y/N shifted a little closer. Far too close. Wanda could feel the warmth radiating from her.

“Your heartbeat.” Y/N's brow furrowed thoughtfully. “It keeps getting faster whenever I'm around.”

Wanda's entire body locked up.

Y/N tilted her head. “Is it?” The question came out quiet. And somehow that was the problem. Because Y/N wasn't trying to corner her. She actually wanted to understand.

“You blush when I get close,” Y/N continued carefully. “And when I touch you.”

Another inch closer.

“Your heartbeat gets faster.”

“Y/N.”

“And when I hug you—”

“Y/N.”

“Is it because—”

“Stop.”

The word came out sharper than Wanda intended.

Y/N immediately fell silent.

Wanda hated the flash of uncertainty that crossed her face. This was exactly why she couldn't do this. Because one more second and she was going to say something she couldn't take back. Something that would change everything.

Wanda pulled her hand free and stood abruptly. “I need a shower.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“A shower.”

“Right now?”

“Yes.”

Y/N glanced toward the bathroom. Then back at Wanda. Still confused.

“Did I say something wrong?”

The guilt hit instantly.

“No.”

“You seem upset.”

“I’m not upset.”

“You pushed me.”

Wanda groaned and scrubbed both hands down her face. “I just need five minutes, okay?”

Y/N studied her for a moment.

Then nodded slowly. “…Okay.”

The disappointment she tried to hide made Wanda feel even worse. Without trusting herself to say anything else, Wanda grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom. The door shut behind her. The lock clicked.

For a long moment, Wanda simply stood there staring at her reflection in the mirror. Then she dropped her forehead against it.

“Oh, this is a disaster.”

---

Y/N’s POV

The bathroom door clicked shut.

Y/N remained exactly where she was on the edge of the bed, staring at it. Very confused. A few minutes ago she had been certain she was finally understanding what was happening. Wanda’s heartbeat accelerated whenever Y/N got close. She blushed, she looked away and she got nervous when Y/N touched her.

Those signs seemed obvious. At least, they did to Y/N.

So why did Wanda keep denying it? It didn’t make sense.

Because Wanda was her imprint. The certainty of that sat deep inside her bones. Unshakable. The moment Y/N had seen Wanda for the first time, something had changed. Every instinct she possessed had immediately recognized her.

Protect. Stay close. Keep safe. Make her happy.

It wasn’t something Y/N had chosen. It simply was. As natural as breathing. As natural as her heartbeat. Which was why Wanda’s reactions confused her so much.

Y/N wasn’t afraid.

Why would she be?

Wanda was Wanda. Her imprint. The person her instincts trusted more than anyone else in the world. Even now, with a locked bathroom door between them, Y/N could hear Wanda moving around inside. Running water. Soft footsteps. Safe.

The knowledge settled her immediately. So why wasn’t Wanda settling too?

Y/N rubbed the back of her neck.

Maybe other people were just complicated. That seemed increasingly likely. She thought back to the car ride. The way Wanda smiled when Yelena was being ridiculous. The way her face turned red. The way she’d melted into Y/N’s arms earlier. And then five minutes later acted like Y/N had asked her to dismantle a bomb with her teeth.

None of it made sense. Y/N’s frown deepened. Maybe Wanda was afraid Y/N didn’t feel the same way. The thought made her sit up straighter.

Was that it?

Normal people needed things said out loud sometimes. Maybe Wanda couldn’t feel what Y/N felt. Maybe she didn’t understand.

Y/N stared at the bathroom door.

Of course she didn’t understand. She didn’t even know what imprinting was.

The realization hit all at once.

Y/N had spent so much time assuming Wanda knew. Assuming she could somehow see it.

But Wanda wasn’t a wolf.

She had no reason to know why Y/N always ended up beside her. Why Y/N watched every room for threats. Why her attention always drifted back to Wanda no matter what else was happening. Why hearing Wanda laugh felt better than winning a fight.

Y/N exhaled slowly.

Maybe Wanda thought those things were choices. Not instincts. Not something woven into the very core of Y/N’s existence.

The thought made her chest ache unexpectedly. Because if Wanda didn’t know…

Then from her perspective, Y/N probably looked insane. 

Y/N frowned, then sighed.

Humans were confusing. Wanda was confusing. And somehow she was still the easiest person in the world to be around.

---

Wanda’s POV

The next morning, they were back on the road before sunrise.

Wanda had barely slept. Not because of the motel. Not because of the old mattress or the rattling air conditioner.

Because of Y/N.

After escaping into the shower the night before, Wanda had spent nearly twenty minutes standing under lukewarm water trying to get her thoughts under control. By the time she finally came back out, Y/N had been sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her.

Wanda had immediately announced she was tired before Y/N could continue whatever conversation they'd almost had earlier. Y/N had looked like she wanted to ask something, but after a second she'd simply nodded and said okay.

Then they'd gone to bed.

One bed. One very small bed.

Wanda was refusing to think about that too.

The motel coffee had been terrible, Yelena had insulted the complimentary waffles for five straight minutes, and somehow Y/N had still eaten four of them.

Now the three of them were driving farther south beneath a cloudy grey sky. This time, Y/N was driving. Wanda was absolutely not thinking about that. Not thinking about the way Y/N's hands looked on the steering wheel. Or the way she drove—steady, calm, one arm resting loosely near the window while the other guided the car effortlessly down the empty road. Wanda sat in the backseat behind her, staring out the window while trying very hard not to focus on the sound of Y/N laughing. Again.

For the past few hours, Yelena and Y/N had been talking almost nonstop. At first it had been practical things—roads, Natasha, safehouses, possible routes. Then somewhere along the way it had devolved into complete nonsense. And Y/N was participating.

Willingly.

Wanda still didn't understand how Yelena had managed this so fast.

When Y/N first joined the Avengers, it had taken months before she willingly joined conversations with the others. Even longer before she started joking back.

But now?

Yelena said one ridiculous thing and suddenly Y/N was relaxed enough to laugh every five minutes.

It was ridiculous.

“See?” Yelena said from the passenger seat, gesturing dramatically with half a granola bar. “This is why I don't trust goats.”

Y/N glanced at her briefly.

“…Goats?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“They look like they know secrets.”

A quiet snort escaped Y/N before she could stop it. Wanda stared at the back of her head in betrayal.

“That’s not a reason,” Y/N said, still amused.

“It is absolutely a reason. I saw one stare at me for twenty straight seconds once.”

“Maybe it didn't like you.”

“Exactly. Suspicious.”

Y/N laughed again. Wanda frowned harder at the passing scenery outside. How was this happening?

Yelena leaned back smugly in her seat.

“You laugh because you know I’m right.”

“I laugh because you sound insane.”

“Thank you.”

“That was not a compliment.”

“In my culture, it is.”

Y/N shook her head slightly, smiling to herself as she focused back on the road.

Wanda crossed her arms tighter. This was really ridiculous. She should've been happy Y/N was comfortable.

And she was. Mostly.

So why did something unpleasant twist in her chest every time Yelena made her laugh?

Wanda frowned deeper.

No. She was not jealous. Yelena was just... easy to talk to. Loud, blunt and strange. And Y/N responded well to that apparently.

---

A few hours later, they stopped at a gas station somewhere in the middle of nowhere. The place looked old and tired, tucked beside a long empty road with faded signs and only two working pumps. A tiny convenience store buzzed beneath fluorescent lights while bugs repeatedly sacrificed themselves against the windows.

Y/N had gone inside a few minutes ago after muttering something about needing the bathroom and “more snacks.”

Which really meant: Many snacks.

Wanda stayed leaning against the side of the car while Yelena finished pumping gas. The air was cooler now, carrying the smell of asphalt and distant rain.

For a minute, neither of them spoke. Until Yelena starts—“So,” Yelena said casually, screwing the gas cap back on.

Wanda immediately narrowed her eyes. That tone never meant anything good.

“What.”

Yelena leaned against the pump. “What exactly is your deal with giant wolf woman?”

Wanda nearly choked on air. “What?”

“I ask simple question.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Yelena looked deeply unconvinced.

“You sleep together.”

“We do not—”

“You literally share a bed every night.”

“Because we’re hiding!”

“Mhm.”

“And there’s usually only one bed!”

“Convenient.”

Wanda glared at her immediately. “Nothing is happening.”

Yelena hummed. “Okay. Then explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain!”

“So you are really not a couple?”

“We’re not,” Wanda said quickly.

“Very convincing.”

“We’re just—” Wanda stopped. What were they?

Yelena noticed instantly. “Oh my god.”

“Stop.”

“You don't even know.”

Wanda hated that she was right.

Yelena folded her arms. “You hold hands. You sleep together. She watches you like emotionally damaged guard dog.”

“She does not.”

“She absolutely does.”

Wanda looked away. Because the worst part? A small, traitorous part of her knew Yelena was right.

Yelena stepped closer, lowering her voice. “She looks at you like you hung moon.”

Wanda's face heated instantly. “That’s not true.”

Yelena stared at her flatly. “You know I was trained from childhood to read people, yes?”

“…Unfortunately.”

“And you”—Yelena pointed directly at her—“look at her like you want climb her like tree.”

Wanda nearly died. “Oh my god!”

Yelena burst out laughing. “You should see your face!”

“I hate you.”

“I don’t care.”

Wanda dragged both hands down her burning face miserably. This was horrible. Because now that Yelena had said it out loud, she couldn't stop thinking about it.

The touching. The closeness. The way Y/N smiled every time Wanda laughed. The way she always seemed happiest when Wanda was happy. The way Wanda immediately relaxed whenever Y/N touched her. And worse—how much she wanted it.

Yelena's amusement faded slightly.

“So why are you fighting it?”

Wanda blinked. “…What?”

“You are very obvious,” Yelena said more gently. “Both of you.”

Wanda swallowed hard. “It’s complicated.”

Yelena snorted. “No. It is actually extremely uncomplicated. You like giant wolf girl. Giant wolf girl likes you.”

If only it were that simple. Wanda thought about the motel room. About Y/N asking if she was the reason Wanda blushed. About those golden eyes looking at her with absolute sincerity while trying to understand. About how confused Y/N had seemed when Wanda ran away to the shower.

Wanda looked away. “It’s not that simple.”

“Is because of robot guy?”

Wanda's head snapped toward her. “How do you know about him?”

Yelena looked completely unbothered. “Giant wolf woman told me.”

Wanda blinked. “…What?”

“The motel.”

Yelena shrugged.

“You went to the bathroom this morning. I asked her the same question I am asking you now.”

A feeling of absolute dread settled over Wanda immediately. “You asked Y/N if she liked me?”

“Obviously.”

“And?”

Yelena stared at her. “Wanda.”

“What did she say?”

“She spent ten minutes looking confused that it was apparently not obvious.”

Wanda felt her face heating already. “Oh my god.”

“She talked about you the entire time.”

That did absolutely nothing to help.

“What exactly did she say?”

Yelena thought for a second.

“Mostly things that sounded concerning.”

“That is not an answer.”

“She said she likes being around you. That you make her happy. That she feels calmer when you are nearby. That she worries when you are upset.” Yelena paused. “And then she looked at me like I was stupid for asking.”

Wanda suddenly found the cracked pavement very interesting. “Right.”

Yelena watched her for a moment.

“She also asked why you seemed afraid.”

That hit harder than it should have.

Wanda looked away again. “She doesn't understand.”

“No,” Yelena agreed. “She really doesn't.”

Because how could she? Y/N didn't know about the guilt.

About Vision.

About the part of Wanda that still felt responsible for everything that had happened. That it hasn’t been long since the break up. The thought twisted sharply in her chest.

“…Partly,” Wanda admitted quietly.

Yelena leaned back against the car, some of the teasing fading from her expression. “You know Natasha told me once that love is not always dramatic thing.” She shrugged one shoulder. “Sometimes it is just a person who feels like home.”

Wanda's chest tightened painfully. Because that was exactly the problem. Before she could answer, the convenience store door opened.

Y/N stepped back outside carrying two bags absolutely stuffed with snacks. She paused immediately after seeing their expressions.

“…What happened?”

Wanda straightened so fast she almost injured herself. “Nothing.”

Yelena grinned. “Wanda was just telling me how much she enjoys your company.”

Wanda made a horrified sound.

Y/N blinked once. Then—very softly—she smiled.

Wanda’s face burned instantly. “Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath.

Y/N blinked once, still holding the overloaded snack bags in both hands. “…What?”

“Nothing,” Wanda said quickly. Far too quickly.

Yelena’s smirk widened. Wanda refused to look at either of them. She immediately turned and walked toward the car before this conversation could somehow become even worse.

Behind her, she heard Y/N following automatically. Wanda climbed into the backseat without a word, pretending to be deeply interested in literally anything outside the window.

A second later, the back door beside her opened. Wanda looked over automatically—and found Y/N holding out a candy bar.

“…I got you this.”

Wanda blinked.

“What?”

“You liked it yesterday.”

“…Thanks,” she murmured softly, taking it from her.

Y/N nodded once, visibly pleased by her reaction before closing the door and heading back toward the driver’s seat. From the front passenger side, Yelena watched the entire interaction with the expression of someone having every suspicion confirmed in real time.

Neither of them noticed.

A few minutes later, the car pulled back onto the empty highway. The sky had darkened further while they stopped, low clouds hanging overhead as distant thunder rumbled somewhere far away. Inside the car, the atmosphere felt different now. Softer.

Wanda unwrapped the candy bar quietly while trying very hard not to think about the fact that Y/N had remembered her favorite snack after a single offhand comment the day before. Or the fact that, according to Yelena, she'd apparently spent the morning talking about Wanda.

That thought refused to leave.

In the front seat, Y/N drove with one hand resting loosely on the wheel while the other occasionally disappeared into one of the snack bags. Every few minutes, her eyes flicked toward the rearview mirror automatically. Toward Wanda.

Every single time their eyes met, Y/N smiled a little without seeming aware of it. And every single time—Wanda’s stomach flipped embarrassingly hard.

Beside her, Yelena looked out the window to hide another smirk.

---

Nobody’s POV

They reached another motel long after dark. This one was somehow worse than the last.

The neon sign buzzed loudly overhead, missing half its letters, and the entire parking lot smelled faintly like gasoline and old cigarettes. A trucker smoked near one of the vending machines while static crackled from a tiny radio somewhere nearby.

Y/N parked the car and immediately started scanning the area automatically. Four occupied rooms. Two people near the ice machine. No immediate threats. Safe enough.

Beside her, Yelena stretched with a groan.

“If I die in sleep tonight because of cursed motel ghost, I blame both of you.”

“You’d fight the ghost,” Wanda muttered tiredly as she climbed out.

“Obviously.”

Y/N grabbed their bags from the trunk while Yelena headed toward the office to get rooms.

A few minutes later, she returned twirling keycards between her fingers. “One for me,” she announced. “One for emotionally repressed couple.”

Wanda immediately groaned.

Yelena smirked and handed Y/N the second keycard before disappearing toward her room.

Y/N barely paid attention to the teasing this time. Mostly because she was tired. Partly because Yelena had spent the entire day making comments like that. She adjusted the bags over her shoulder and followed Wanda across the parking lot toward the far end of the motel.

The night air was cold enough that Wanda folded her arms tightly across herself almost immediately. Without thinking, Y/N moved a little closer. Then—

“Actually...”

Y/N looked down immediately at the sound of Wanda's voice.

Wanda wouldn't meet her eyes. “You should sleep with Yelena tonight.”

Y/N stopped walking. “…What?”

“You can stay in her room.”

Confusion hit instantly. “Why?”

“It just makes more sense.”

“It doesn't.”

Wanda exhaled sharply, already sounding frustrated. “Y/N—”

“No.” Y/N frowned slightly, genuinely confused now. “I want to stay with you.” The words came out before she even thought about them.

Simple.

Obvious.

True.

Wanda's face immediately turned red. Again.

Y/N stared. There it was. The thing she'd been trying to understand since the motel the night before.

“That’s not the point,” Wanda muttered.

“Then what is the point?”

Wanda looked away.

Y/N stood there holding both their bags while trying to understand why Wanda suddenly seemed upset again. Just a few hours ago things had been fine. Wanda had laughed. They talked. Y/N bought her favorite candy bar. And Wanda had smiled. Everything had felt normal.

Now it felt like she'd somehow missed an important conversation.

Again.

A thought occurred to her. “…Is this because of yesterday?”

Wanda froze.

Y/N immediately knew she was right. “The bathroom thing?”

“Y/N.”

“I wasn't trying to upset you.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

Wanda closed her eyes briefly.

Y/N's confusion only grew. Because she wasn't avoiding Wanda. She wanted to be around Wanda. Always.

That was the problem. At least, it seemed to be the problem from Wanda's perspective. And Y/N still had absolutely no idea why.

Now suddenly Wanda was pulling away again. It made something uncomfortable twist in Y/N's chest.

Wanda rubbed a hand over her face tiredly. “I just want some privacy...”

The words hit harder than they probably should have. Y/N went quiet immediately.

Oh.

For a second, she just stood there beneath the dim motel lights, trying to understand why her chest suddenly felt tight. Then she remembered what Yelena had told her earlier.

Humans needed space sometimes. Especially when they were confused. And Wanda was definitely confused.

Y/N looked down briefly before nodding once. “…Okay.” Her voice came out quieter than before. She shifted the bags in her hands and stepped forward, handing Wanda hers.

Their fingers brushed. Usually Wanda unconsciously leaned toward contact. This time she pulled her hand back first.

Y/N immediately noticed. Something in her chest sank.

“…Goodnight,” she said softly.

Then she turned before she could ask another question she wouldn't get an answer to.

Wanda watched her walk away toward Yelena's room, shoulders slightly tense, steps quieter than usual.

And for the first time since they'd met—Y/N didn't look back. The realization hit Wanda immediately. A sharp ache spread through her chest as she stood alone outside her room. That wasn't what she wanted. Not even close. The motel suddenly felt colder.

Wanda looked toward Yelena's door just as it opened.

Yelena stepped out, took one look at Y/N, then looked across the parking lot toward Wanda. The assessment took less than two seconds. Y/N's expression.

Wanda standing alone. The distance between them. Understanding flashed across Yelena's face immediately. Her amusement disappeared.

“…What happened?”

Y/N shook her head once. “Wanda wants privacy.”

Yelena glanced at Y/N. Then at Wanda. Then back again.

“Come on.”

Y/N hesitated for one last second. Not looking at Wanda. Not checking if she was following. Then she stepped inside.

The door clicked shut behind them. Leaving Wanda alone beneath the flickering motel light while guilt settled heavily in her chest. Because somehow, in trying to create distance, she'd managed to hurt the one person she least wanted to hurt.

---

Y/N’s POV

Yelena’s motel room looked almost identical to other motels. Same dim yellow lighting.

Y/N stood near the door for a moment after stepping inside, one hand still loosely holding her bag while Yelena quietly locked the door behind them.

The silence stretched. Usually silence around Wanda felt easy. This one didn’t.

Yelena noticed immediately.

“…You look like someone’s kicked puppy.”

Y/N frowned slightly. “Nobody kicked me.”

“Mhm.” Yelena tossed her jacket onto the second bed before sitting down cross-legged against the headboard. She watched Y/N carefully for another second.

“You are upset.”

Y/N shook her head automatically. “…No.”

“Very convincing.”

Y/N stayed quiet. Because she didn’t really understand what she was feeling. Her chest just hurt. A little, not physically. Something tighter than that.

Yelena’s expression softened slightly. “She didn’t mean it badly.”

Y/N nodded. “I know.”

And she did know. Wanda wasn’t cruel. Never cruel.

But—

Y/N sat slowly on the edge of the second bed, shoulders lowering as exhaustion finally started catching up to her. “She wanted space,” she murmured quietly, more to herself than Yelena.

Yelena hummed.

“And you do not like space.”

Y/N immediately shook her head. “It’s not like that.”

Yelena raised one eyebrow. “No?”

Y/N frowned, trying to explain the uncomfortable feeling twisting inside her chest. “I just...” She hesitated. “I like knowing she’s okay.”

That part was true.

If Wanda was nearby, Y/N could relax. Sleep deeper, breathe easier. Distance felt wrong in a way she couldn't fully explain to people who weren't like her. Or people who didn't know what an imprint was.

Yelena watched her quietly. “You are aware normal people do not look physically distressed because they sleep in different room for one night?”

Y/N blinked. “…Oh.”

“Mm.”

Y/N looked down again. “I didn’t mean to upset her.”

Yelena’s expression softened further. “You didn’t.”

“But she wanted space.”

“Yes.”

Y/N's chest tightened again. Because Wanda had never asked for distance before.

Not really.

Even during the strange, confusing moments lately, Wanda still stayed close. Still leaned against her when tired. Still reached for her without thinking.

Tonight felt different.

Y/N rubbed her thumb absently against the edge of her sleeve. “She sounded...” Her voice lowered. “…frustrated.”

Yelena sighed and leaned back against the headboard. “She is frustrated.”

Y/N immediately looked up. “With me?”

“No.”

The answer came so fast that Y/N blinked. “Then with what?”

Yelena stared at her. For a long moment. Then groaned, “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“You genuinely have no idea.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“I know.”Yelena pointed at her. “That is the problem.”

Y/N frowned deeper.

Yelena dropped her hand over her face dramatically. “Natasha is never going to believe this.”

“Believe what?”

“That two smartest people I know are somehow both idiots.”

Y/N looked mildly offended. “I’m not an idiot.”

“Debatable.”

Y/N stared at her. Completely lost.

Yelena stared back. Completely exhausted. After several seconds, Yelena sighed heavily. “She is not frustrated with you.”

“Then why does she keep running away?”

The question slipped out before Y/N could stop it.

Yelena's expression softened immediately. Because there it was. The real problem.

Y/N looked away. “She keeps getting close.”

Closer. Laughing. Smiling. Leaning against her. Looking at her like she wanted to say something. Then the moment Y/N tried to understand, Wanda would panic and retreat. The pattern was becoming impossible to ignore.

Yelena was quiet for a moment.

“Have you considered she might be scared?”

Y/N frowned. “Of me?”

“No.” Yelena pointed at her again. “Of this.”

Y/N blinked. “This what?”

Yelena dropped backward onto the mattress with a groan. “Unbelievable.”

Y/N remained exactly as confused as before. Which somehow made Yelena groan even louder.

“With herself.”

That confused Y/N even more.

“…How?”

Yelena stared at her for a long moment. “See, this is why I asked if you liked her yesterday.”

Y/N frowned. “I do like her.”

“Yes, I know.”

“No, I mean I like her.”

Yelena pointed at her. “That. That right there.”

Y/N looked even more confused. “What?”

“You say it like it is obvious.”

“It is obvious.”

“To you.”

Y/N hesitated. Then slowly sat back against the edge of the bed. “Maybe because she’s my imprint.”

The room went silent. Yelena blinked. “…Your what?”

“My imprint.”

“What is imprint?”

Y/N frowned slightly, surprised she didn't know. “It’s a wolf thing.”

That explained absolutely nothing. Yelena waited.

Y/N seemed to realize that. “Oh.”

A pause. Then she tried again.

“When wolves find their person.”

Yelena immediately sat up straighter.

“Their person?”

Y/N nodded.

“The one they're meant to protect. Stay with. Take care of.”

Yelena stared. “Oh my god.”

Y/N tilted her head. “What?”

“You never told me that part.”

“I thought it was obvious.”

“Nothing about this is obvious.”

Y/N frowned again. “But Wanda is my imprint.”

Yelena pointed both hands at her.

“Does Wanda know this?”

“No.”

“Have you told her?”

“No.”

“Then how is it obvious?”

Y/N opened her mouth. Paused. Then slowly closed it again. For the first time, she looked uncertain. “…Oh.”

“Exactly.” Yelena dropped back against the headboard. “From Wanda's perspective, you are just showing up everywhere and looking at her like she invented happiness.”

Y/N looked down. That explained a few things.

After another moment, Y/N quietly stood and gathered her clothes. She paused near the bathroom door.

“…Do you think Wanda’s upset with me?”

The uncertainty in her voice softened Yelena’s expression immediately. “No,” she answered honestly. “I think Wanda is trying very hard not to be upset with herself.”

Y/N absorbed that silently before heading to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, the sound of running water filled the small motel room.

Yelena leaned back against the headboard with a long sigh and stared at the ceiling.

“This is painful,” she muttered to herself.

Because somehow these two idiots had managed to fall catastrophically for each other while operating with completely different instruction manuals. It was honestly impressive.

---

Wanda’s POV

The room felt wrong without Y/N in it. Wanda realized that approximately three minutes after closing the door. Which was completely ridiculous. She sat on the edge of the motel bed, still fully dressed, staring at the muted TV while silence pressed heavily around her.

The room suddenly felt colder than it had before. Wanda rubbed both hands over her face with a frustrated groan before falling backward onto the mattress. “This is stupid.”

Because this was what she wanted, wasn't it? Space. Distance. A chance to breathe. So why did her chest ache now that she had it?

Wanda stared at the ceiling while Yelena's words replayed mercilessly in her head.

You like giant wolf girl.

God.

The worst part? Yelena wasn't wrong. Wanda turned onto her side with another frustrated sound, burying half her face in the pillow. Everything had become too much too fast. The touching, the closeness, the way Y/N always noticed her first, the way she smiled every single time Wanda laughed, and now there was something else she couldn't stop thinking about.

The conversation Yelena had told her about.

The fact that Y/N had apparently spent a long time that morning talking about Wanda. The fact that she'd been confused when Yelena asked if she liked her. Like the answer was obvious. Because to Y/N, apparently, it was.

Wanda groaned into the pillow. Because once she admitted that to herself, everything else became harder to ignore too. The jealousy. The way seeing Y/N with Yelena all day had made something ugly twist in her stomach.

The realization made Wanda sit upright immediately.

“Nope.” Absolutely not. She stood and started pacing the tiny motel room instead. Because this was dangerous territory.

Vision had barely been out of her life for a month. And now Wanda was spiraling because a giant wolf woman smiled at her too sweetly?

It made her feel guilty. Confused. Excited. All at once.

Wanda stopped pacing near the window, arms folded tightly across herself. Outside, rain had started again, droplets tapping softly against the glass beneath the flickering motel lights. Her eyes drifted automatically toward the neighboring room.

The ache in her chest returned immediately. Because now all Wanda could picture was Y/N's face after she'd asked for space. That tiny shift in her expression.

The way she'd gone quiet, the way she'd said goodnight, the way she hadn't looked back. That part hurt most. Y/N always looked back. Always checked. Always made sure Wanda was there. Tonight she hadn't.

Wanda pressed a hand against her forehead. Maybe she'd been too harsh.

No. Not harsh. Just—panicked. That was the problem. Because every time Y/N got close, Wanda felt herself wanting things she wasn't ready to want. And every time Y/N pulled away, it felt worse. A miserable realization settled over her.

She missed her. She'd sent Y/N away less than twenty minutes ago. And she already missed her.

“This is insane,” Wanda muttered to herself.

Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she grabbed her clothes and headed toward the bathroom before she could think herself into another crisis. 

---

Y/N’s POV

Something woke her up. Y/N’s eyes snapped open instantly. For a second, she stayed completely still on the motel bed, listening. The room was dark except for faint moonlight leaking through the curtains. Across from her, Yelena was asleep sprawled diagonally across the mattress with one arm hanging dramatically toward the floor.

The motel itself was quiet. No footsteps outside. No strange engines. No weapons clicking into place. Nothing dangerous. And yet—something felt wrong.

Y/N sat up slowly, frowning. Her chest felt tight. Restless. Like an instinct tugging somewhere deep inside her. Across the room, Yelena shifted slightly in her sleep but didn't wake. Y/N looked toward the wall separating this room from Wanda's. Her heartbeat. Still there. But the uneasy feeling didn't leave.

Y/N quietly swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. The floor creaked softly beneath her bare feet as she crossed the room and pulled on her hoodie.

A few hours ago she'd told herself she would give Wanda space. That she'd stop pushing. Stop making things harder. But now she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Not danger. Something else. Something she couldn't explain.

Cold night air wrapped around her the moment she stepped outside. The parking lot sat silent beneath flickering neon lights while distant thunder rolled somewhere far away. Y/N's eyes drifted automatically toward Wanda’s room. Her chest tightened immediately. Before she could stop herself, her feet were already moving. She crossed the parking lot and stopped outside the door.

Silence.

Y/N stared at it. Wanda wanted privacy. The reminder sat heavily in her stomach. She shouldn't bother her. Especially not after tonight. Y/N rubbed the back of her neck and paced once in front of the room. Maybe Wanda was sleeping. Maybe she was finally getting the space she'd asked for. Maybe she was happier without Y/N hovering nearby every five minutes.

The thought hurt more than it should have.

Y/N stopped again. Her instincts screamed at her to check. Just once. Just make sure Wanda was okay. She lifted her hand toward the door—Then froze.

Because what if Wanda opened it and looked disappointed to see her? The thought made her immediately lower her hand.

No. Don't push. She stepped back.

Paced once more. The feeling refused to leave. Y/N glanced around the empty parking lot before exhaling quietly through her nose. Then an idea occurred to her. A familiar one. Something she'd done dozens of times before. Back at the compound. When Wanda couldn't sleep. When nightmares woke her up. When neither of them wanted to talk.

Decision settling into place, Y/N stepped into the shadows beside the railing. Bones shifted beneath skin, and a second later, a massive wolf stood where she'd been. Golden eyes catching the faint motel lights. The wolf padded quietly back toward Wanda's door. This felt different. Safer. Not pushing. Not asking questions.

The wolf lifted one massive paw. Then, Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

Three soft scratches against the motel door. The exact same pattern she'd always used at the compound.

A silent question. Are you okay?

Then the wolf sat down outside the room patiently. Golden eyes fixed on the door while distant thunder rolled across the night sky.

Waiting.

---

Wanda’s POV

Wanda jolted upright in bed with a sharp breath, heart hammering violently against her ribs. The nightmare still clung to her. Fragments of it flashed through her mind. Darkness. Loss.

Watching people disappear and being unable to stop it. The familiar panic sat heavy in her chest even after waking. Then again—Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

For one disoriented second, Wanda thought she was back at the compound. Back in her room. Back when nightmares still woke her almost every night. Back when a giant wolf would quietly scratch at her door before curling up beside her bed until she fell asleep again.

Then reality caught up.

Wanda was already moving before she fully processed it. She threw aside the blankets and hurried toward the door, pulse racing for an entirely different reason now. The second she opened it—she froze.

A massive wolf sat quietly beneath the flickering motel light. Golden eyes lifted immediately toward her.

Y/N.

Relief hit Wanda so hard her knees almost weakened. Immediately followed by guilt. Because she'd sent her away. And somehow Y/N had still come.

“Oh my god—Y/N!”

The wolf's ears flicked backward slightly. Wanda grabbed the door quickly and looked around the parking lot. Empty. Thank god.

“Inside,” Wanda whispered urgently. “Now.”

The wolf immediately stood and slipped past her into the room. The second the door shut, Wanda turned toward her with exasperated disbelief.

“What are you doing?” she hissed quietly. “You can't just turn into a wolf outside the motel!”

The wolf lowered slightly. Ears flattening immediately.

“What if someone saw you?”

A soft whine escaped her. Wanda crossed her arms. “I’m serious.”

Another quieter whine. The ears lowered even further. And instantly—all of Wanda's frustration evaporated. Because somehow Y/N looked guilty. Even as a giant wolf.

Wanda let out a long sigh. “You can't do that,” she repeated, softer this time.

The wolf lowered her head. God. Wanda's chest ached. Not because of the nightmare anymore. Because she'd spent the entire evening missing her.

Without thinking, Wanda stepped forward and wrapped both arms around the wolf's neck, burying her face deep in warm Y/H/C fur.

Immediately, warmth surrounded her. The wolf made a soft sound deep in her chest and leaned into her instantly. Like she'd been waiting for permission.

Wanda closed her eyes. “You scared me,” she whispered into the fur.

The wolf huffed softly against her shoulder. For a long moment neither of them moved. Wanda simply stood there holding her while her heartbeat gradually slowed from the nightmare. While the lingering fear drained away. While the horrible emptiness she'd felt all evening quietly disappeared.

Her fingers threaded slowly through thick fur.

“You know,” she murmured after a while, “I think you were right.”

The wolf's ears twitched. Wanda smiled weakly. “The room was awful without you.”

The wolf immediately perked up. Wanda actually laughed. A real laugh. The wolf's tail thumped once against the carpet.

Wanda stared. “Don't.”

Another thump.

“You are enjoying this.”

The tail thumped again.

Wanda rolled her eyes fondly before resting her forehead against soft fur. Then, more quietly—“How do you always know?”

The wolf tilted her head.

Wanda swallowed against the last remnants of the nightmare.

“…When I have nightmares,” she murmured. “How do you always know?”

The wolf stared at her silently.

Then stepped closer until her large head pressed carefully against Wanda's chest. Like the answer was obvious. Like she'd always know.

Wanda's expression softened painfully. She reached up and cradled the wolf's face between her hands before pressing her forehead against soft fur again. And just like that—the room didn't feel cold anymore. Neither did she.

---

Wanda stayed wrapped around her for another long moment, fingers buried deep in soft dark fur while the last remnants of the nightmare slowly loosened their grip on her chest. The wolf stayed perfectly still for her.

When Wanda finally pulled back, golden eyes were already waiting for her, focused entirely on her with that same endless attentiveness that always made her chest ache.

“You really scared me,” Wanda murmured softly.

The wolf's ears lowered immediately. Apologetic.

Wanda sighed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Y/N ears twitched upward again. That made Wanda laugh quietly.

Without really thinking about it, she leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against the wolf’s muzzle.

The reaction was immediate. A quick warm lick swept instinctively across Wanda’s lips.

Both of them froze. Silence filled the motel room.

Wanda blinked. The wolf stared at her with wide golden eyes. Then suddenly— a distressed whining sound escaped Y/N while her paws shuffled anxiously against the carpet.

I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO THAT.

Wanda blinked again. The whining got louder.

I’M SORRY. OH MY GOD.

Another panicked sound.

THAT WAS A REFLEX.

Wanda stared at her for one long second—then burst out laughing. Not a small laugh. Bright and helpless and exhausted all at once.

The wolf looked absolutely horrified.

I DIDN’T BITE YOU, RIGHT?

That only made Wanda laugh harder. “No,” Wanda managed between laughs, covering her mouth. “No, you didn’t bite me.”

The wolf immediately shoved her nose against Wanda’s shoulder miserably like she wanted to disappear into the fabric of her shirt. Another embarrassed whine escaped her. Wanda’s entire chest warmed painfully at how genuinely mortified she sounded.

“Oh my god,” Wanda laughed softly, rubbing both hands through her fur. “You’re adorable.”

The wolf made an offended sound at that word. Which somehow made it worse. Wanda shook her head, still smiling helplessly before stepping back slightly. “Shift back,” she murmured softly.

The wolf paused. Golden eyes lifted toward her carefully.

Wanda’s heart squeezed immediately at the uncertainty there. Then softly—“Come to bed with me.”

The wolf went completely still. For a second, Wanda thought maybe she’d imagined how intensely Y/N reacted to things in wolf form—until the giant tail behind her thumped once violently against the dresser.

Wanda smiled helplessly before waving one hand lightly. Scarlet magic flickered around the room lamps. “Okay,” she murmured. “Shift back.”

The wolf hesitated. Then slowly stood.

Wanda turned around immediately to give her privacy as the familiar sound of shifting filled the room behind her—bones moving, breath catching softly, claws retracting against carpet.

A few seconds later, silence returned.

Wanda lifted one hand and used her magic automatically, summoning one of Y/N’s shirts and sweatpants from the other room. The clothes appeared and floated gently backward through the air.

“…Thanks,” Y/N murmured quietly behind her.

Wanda’s chest squeezed at how soft her voice sounded now. Still embarrassed.

“You’re welcome.”

Wanda climbed back onto the bed while Y/N got dressed behind her. The mattress dipped softly a minute later as Y/N carefully settled beside her. Not touching. Leaving space which Wanda noticed immediately.

Y/N sat tense near the edge of the mattress for a few seconds before finally speaking quietly into the darkness. “…Is this really okay?”

Wanda turned her head slightly.

Y/N was staring down at her hands now. “You said you wanted privacy,” she added softly. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

The guilt hit Wanda immediately.

Wanda rolled onto her side with a quiet sigh until she was facing her fully.

“You don’t make me uncomfortable.”

Y/N looked up immediately at that. Moonlight from the window softened her features, silver-blue across tired eyes and damp dark hair. Wanda reached up without thinking and brushed her fingers gently through that hair. Y/N immediately leaned into the touch.

Wanda’s chest ached painfully.

Her hand slid lower until she was cupping Y/N’s cheek softly, thumb brushing warm skin. Y/N visibly melted beneath her hand.

“I just panicked,” Wanda admitted quietly.

Y/N frowned slightly. “…Because of me?”

“No.” Wanda smiled faintly. “Well—yes. But not in a bad way.”

That only confused Y/N more. “I don’t understand.”

“I know.”

Y/N’s eyes searched hers carefully before words suddenly started tumbling out all at once. “I didn’t mean to crowd you and I know I stay close a lot and Yelena keeps teasing and maybe I should stop doing that and I know I hover sometimes but I just—”

Wanda leaned forward suddenly and pressed a soft kiss right against the center of Y/N’s nose.

Y/N froze instantly.

Wanda smiled a little despite herself. “There,” she murmured softly. “That stopped you.”

Y/N stared at her with wide eyes.

Wanda’s heart skipped hard in her chest.

God. She was so beautiful like this.

Wanda’s thumb brushed slowly across Y/N’s cheek again.

“…Did it only work because you were in wolf form?” she whispered softly.

Y/N’s breath caught.

Wanda leaned closer before she could lose her nerve. Then gently, but carefully, she pressed her lips against Y/N’s.

Soft. Barely there. A question more than a kiss.

Wanda felt Y/N stop breathing entirely. Their lips lingered together for one suspended second.

Then Wanda whispered softly against her mouth—“…What about there?”

It did. The second the words left Wanda’s lips, Y/N moved. Like instinct finally snapped.

Her hand came up carefully—almost hesitantly at first—cupping Wanda’s jaw as she kissed her back immediately. Not soft this time.

Wanda made a small sound against her mouth, surprised by the sudden intensity of it. Y/N kissed her like she’d been holding herself back for weeks and finally couldn’t anymore.

Which—God. Maybe she had.

Y/N shifted closer instinctively, one hand sliding carefully to Wanda’s waist while her other stayed against her cheek like she was afraid Wanda might disappear if she let go. Wanda melted instantly. Her fingers tangled into Y/N’s dark hair while she kissed her back harder, deeper this time, heart pounding violently against her ribs.

Y/N made a quiet sound low in her throat at that. The noise went straight through Wanda. Every kiss after that became less careful. Though still tender and hesitant in places, it was desperate underneath. All the restrained affection between them suddenly had somewhere to go. Wanda felt Y/N’s hand tighten slightly against her waist when she kissed her deeper, and god—that warmth, that need. It made Wanda dizzy.

Because suddenly every thought she’d been trying to bury for weeks came rushing back all at once.

Budapest. The way she’d imagined pulling Y/N closer beneath her hands. The way she’d woken up flushed and breathless after that stupid fantasy she absolutely should not have had. And now—Y/N was actually here. Kissing her. Wanting her back.

Wanda made another soft sound against her lips before instinct took over completely. Her hands slid from Y/N’s hair down to her shoulders, gripping firmly as she pulled her closer across the mattress. Y/N came willingly immediately. Like she’d been waiting for permission. The movement pressed them flush together, chest against chest beneath the blankets, and Wanda physically felt Y/N shudder at the contact.

God. That reaction alone nearly destroyed her.

Y/N kissed her again instantly, deeper this time, careful restraint cracking apart little by little with every passing second. One of her hands slipped around Wanda’s waist while the other stayed cradling her face like something precious.

Wanda couldn’t stop touching her.

Her fingers dragged through soft dark hair, down the back of Y/N’s neck, across warm shoulders beneath the thin shirt Wanda had summoned earlier.

Real. This was real.

Y/N pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead resting against Wanda’s while both of them tried and failed to calm down. Her eyes searched Wanda’s face carefully. “Is this…Okay?” Y/N whispered softly.

The concern in her voice right after kissing her senseless made Wanda’s chest ache so hard it almost hurt. Instead of answering normally, Wanda slid one hand up into Y/N’s hair again and pulled her back down into another kiss.

A soft sound escaped her as Wanda tugged her fully on top of her this time, their bodies fitting together against the motel mattress in a way that felt almost terrifyingly natural. Wanda’s heart pounded harder the second Y/N settled between her legs.

Y/N kissed her deeper almost instantly, one hand braced beside Wanda’s head while the other slid carefully along her waist like she still couldn’t believe she was allowed to touch her like this.

Wanda definitely wanted her to. Her fingers moved down Y/N’s back slowly, dragging over muscle beneath the thin shirt before gripping the fabric firmly. Y/N shivered against her mouth.

Wanda tugged upward instinctively. Y/N immediately lifted enough to let her pull the shirt off completely without breaking the kiss for more than a second. Wanda’s breath caught instantly at the feeling of Y/N’s bare chest against hers through the oversized shirt she slept in.

Her hands roamed before she could stop them, sliding across toned shoulders and down Y/N’s back again, nails scratching lightly against warm skin. Y/N gasped softly into her mouth. The sound made heat coil low in Wanda’s stomach immediately. Every touch after that became hungrier. Still messy and inexperienced in places. But desperate. Y/N kissed like she felt things too deeply to hold back once she started.

Wanda could feel it in every movement.

Every rough inhale.

Every trembling touch against her waist.

Her fingers curled harder into Y/N’s back when Y/N pressed closer instinctively, and—

Y/N suddenly froze. The kiss broke abruptly. Wanda blinked up at her, breathless and confused. Y/N had pulled back just enough to stare downward, visibly panicked now.

“What?” Wanda whispered immediately.

Y/N looked horrified. “I—”

She swallowed hard and tried shifting backward quickly like she wanted to put distance between them.

Wanda’s brows pulled together instantly. “Y/N?”

Y/N wouldn’t look at her. And then Wanda realized why.

Oh.

Heat rushed straight into her face again. Because pressed between them, unmistakable now, she could feel how hard Y/N had gotten.

Y/N looked mortified. “I’m sorry,” she blurted immediately, panic flooding her voice. “I didn’t mean—I wasn’t trying to—I can stop—”

“Hey.” Wanda caught her face gently before she could spiral any further. “Hey.”

Y/N finally looked at her. Absolutely terrified she’d done something wrong. Wanda’s chest tightened painfully at the sight. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” Wanda whispered softly.

Y/N still looked unconvinced. “But—”

“You’re turned on,” Wanda said gently, trying not to smile at how scandalized Y/N looked by the concept. “That tends to happen when people are making out.”

Y/N stared at her. “…Oh.”

Wanda laughed softly despite herself. “You really don’t know what you’re doing, huh?”

Y/N’s face flushed immediately. “…Not really.”

Wanda’s expression softened at once.

Y/N looked away again, visibly embarrassed now, her hands planted awkwardly against the mattress like she suddenly didn’t know what to do with them. “I know what it means,” she said quietly. “I just…”

She stopped.

Wanda stayed still beneath her, waiting patiently.

Y/N swallowed hard. “I don’t want you to think that’s all this is.” The words came out rushed, almost panicked. “That I just—I don’t know—got excited and that’s why I kissed you or—”

“Y/N.”

“I mean I did get excited obviously, but that’s not why—”

“Y/N.”

That finally stopped the spiral. Wanda reached up, brushing her fingers gently against Y/N’s cheek until those anxious eyes finally met hers.

“I know.”

Y/N’s shoulders loosened slightly. Only slightly. Because there was still fear there.

Real fear.

Wanda could see it now beneath all the embarrassment.

Y/N hesitated before speaking again, quieter this time. “I’ve never done this properly before.”

Wanda frowned softly.

Y/N immediately looked away again. “I just...” Her jaw tightened. “I was thirteen when Hydra took me…They did things.”The atmosphere shifted instantly.

Wanda’s chest tightened hard.

Y/N’s fingers curled against the blankets like she already regretted saying anything. “They wanted more of me,” she murmured quietly, voice flattening in the way it only did when she talked about Hydra. “More wolves.”

Wanda felt cold all over.

Y/N stared somewhere over her shoulder instead of at her. “And when they couldn’t...” She swallowed once. “They tried other ways.”

That was enough. Wanda understood immediately. Pain ripped through her chest so sharply she almost stopped breathing.

Y/N laughed once. Bitter.

“So technically I know what sex is.” Her voice dropped even quieter. “But not like this.”

Not safe. Not wanted. Not hers.

Wanda’s eyes burned instantly.

Y/N shook her head quickly, like she wanted to take the words back. “I don’t really like talking about it.”

“You don’t have to,” Wanda whispered immediately.

Y/N finally looked at her then.

For a moment neither of them spoke. The motel room felt impossibly quiet.

Then Wanda reached up and gently took one of Y/N’s hands in both of hers.

“You never have to explain those things to justify yourself to me.”

Y/N blinked.

Wanda squeezed her hand softly. “Not tonight. Not ever.”

Something fragile crossed Y/N’s face. The kind of vulnerability she almost never allowed anyone to see. “You’re not... bothered?”

The question shattered Wanda’s heart.

“Y/N.” Wanda lifted their joined hands slightly. “You survived.”

Y/N looked down.

“That’s not something you need my forgiveness for.”

Silence.

Y/N’s throat worked once. Twice. Then she laughed softly through her nose. A little unsteady. “You make everything sound simple.”

“It is simple.” Wanda brushed her thumb across Y/N’s knuckles. “What happened to you was wrong.”

Y/N’s eyes closed briefly.

“And none of it changes how I feel about you.”

When Y/N looked at her again, something in her expression had softened. A little less alone.

But suddenly Wanda heard, loud and clear.

Dirty.

Wanda reached up immediately, both hands cradling Y/N’s face firmly.

“Hey.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered uncertainly between hers.

“You are not dirty.”

The thought had barely crossed Y/N’s mind before Wanda answered it out loud. Y/N froze. Fear flashed across her face so quickly Wanda almost missed it. Not fear of Wanda. Fear of what Wanda might have seen. Her breath caught.

“Did you—” She stopped.

Wanda understood instantly.

Y/N’s eyes searched hers anxiously now, bracing for disgust. For pity. For horror.

Wanda’s heart broke all over again. Very gently, she leaned forward and kissed her. Soft. Slow. When she pulled back, she kept their foreheads touching.

“I didn’t look,” Wanda whispered.

Y/N visibly stilled.

“I only heard that thought because you were thinking it so loudly.” A tiny, sad smile touched Wanda’s lips. “Your brain practically shouted at me.”

A horrified sound escaped Y/N immediately. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I know.” Wanda brushed her thumbs beneath Y/N’s eyes. “I would never go digging through your head like that.”

Y/N stared at her quietly. Still scared and uncertain. So Wanda kissed her again.

A tiny kiss. Then another against the corner of her mouth.

“You hear me?” Wanda whispered softly. “I don’t need to see anything to know Hydra hurt you.”

Y/N’s throat moved.

Wanda’s hands remained steady against her face.

“And I don’t need to see anything to know none of it was your fault.”

For a second, Y/N just looked at her. Then her eyes dropped. Like hearing the words was somehow harder than saying them. Wanda felt her chest tighten.

“You survived,” she continued quietly. “That doesn’t make you dirty.”

Y/N closed her eyes. Wanda could see the fight happening behind them. Years of shame, of pain. Years of being treated like something that belonged to other people.

“You are still you,” Wanda whispered.

Y/N’s breath shook.

“And I still see the same person.” Slowly, Y/N opened her eyes again.

Wanda smiled faintly. “The person who brings me my favorite candy bar.”

A tiny huff escaped Y/N.

“The person who scratches at my door when I have nightmares.”

Another tiny huff.

“The person who accepted Yelena, even though she doesn’t stop talking.”

That finally earned the smallest laugh. Wanda’s smile widened.

“The person who always notices when I’m upset.”

Y/N’s expression softened immediately.

“The person who somehow knows exactly what I need before I do.” The laugh faded into something quieter. Something warmer. Wanda brushed her thumb gently across Y/N’s cheek.

“The person who makes me feel safe.”

Y/N froze. Wanda felt her own heart pounding now. Because this part was terrifying. But not nearly as terrifying as losing the chance to say it.

“The person who made me miss her after twenty minutes.”

A startled sound escaped Y/N. Wanda laughed softly. “It was very annoying.”

Y/N’s eyes never left hers. Like she was afraid to blink. Wanda swallowed. 

Then Wanda reached up and gently pulled Y/N down toward her.

“The person who I can't stop thinking about.”

Y/N’s breath caught.

“The person who makes me nervous.”

A faint smile tugged at Y/N’s mouth.

“You?”

“Yes, me.”

Another tiny laugh. Wanda’s chest squeezed painfully.

“The person...” She hesitated, suddenly feeling far more vulnerable than she had during any fight she'd ever been in. “The person I think I'm starting to fall for.”

Silence. Complete silence. Y/N stared at her. For one horrible second, Wanda wondered if she'd broken her.

Then Y/N's eyes softened. Not with surprise. With certainty.

“I know.”

Wanda blinked. “You know?”

Y/N nodded once. “You blush every time I get close.”

Despite everything, Wanda groaned. “Oh my god.”

A tiny smile appeared on Y/N's face. “I like you too.”

The words landed so gently that for a second Wanda almost missed them. Then her heart stopped.

“What?”

Y/N looked embarrassed immediately. But she didn't look away.

“I like you.” Simple. Honest. Like she'd been carrying the truth for a long time.

Wanda stared at her. Then before she could overthink it, she grabbed the front of Y/N's shirt and pulled her down into a kiss. Y/N made a surprised sound against her lips before kissing her back immediately. All the fear that had been sitting between them seemed to disappear at once. Wanda smiled into the kiss. Y/N kissed her again. And again. Neither of them seemed capable of stopping. The world narrowed down to warmth, laughter, and the relief of finally being honest with each other.

After a moment, Y/N shifted closer instinctively. The movement was completely automatic. Unthinking. She moved further between Wanda’s legs, pressing closer as the kiss deepened.

Wanda felt it immediately. The firm pressure of Y/N’s arousal brushing against her through their clothes. For a split second, neither of them seemed to process what had happened. Then Y/N shifted again without thinking and accidentally pressed more firmly against her. Both of them froze.

The kiss breaking apart.

Y/N’s eyes widened in horror as realization crashed over her. Wanda stared up at her, equally stunned. For one long second, neither of them moved. Then Wanda buried her face against Y/N’s shoulder as a breathless laugh escaped her.

“I think...” she managed between embarrassed laughter, “maybe we should sleep tonight.”

The mortified sound Y/N made only made her laugh harder. Y/N went bright red. Immediately.

“Right.”

“Very much right.”

“Sleep.”

“Yes.”

Y/N nodded so fast it was almost impressive.

“Definitely sleep.”

Wanda laughed again and brushed a kiss against her cheek.

Neither of them moved for several seconds. Still tangled together, smiling.

Eventually Y/N carefully settled beside her beneath the blankets. But Wanda immediately rolled toward her anyway. Y/N's arm wrapped around her without hesitation. Safe. Home.

Within minutes, the tension that had haunted the entire day finally began to fade. And for the first time in a long time, both of them fell asleep smiling.

---

Yelena’s POV

By the next morning, Yelena knew something had happened.

Not because anyone said anything. Because both of them were acting weird.

Well—weirder.

Yelena leaned against the hood of the car, sipping terrible gas station coffee while watching Wanda and Y/N approach from the motel office carrying breakfast.

Y/N was smiling. Not occasionally. Constantly. At Wanda talking.  At Wanda handing her coffee. At Wanda literally existing.

It was honestly disgusting.

And Wanda—

Wanda wasn't much better. Yesterday she'd been tense. Guarded. Pretending not to stare. Today she kept drifting closer without even realizing it.

When they reached the car, Y/N handed her a coffee. Wanda accepted it, then immediately reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair out of Y/N's face. The movement was completely natural.

Neither of them seemed to notice.

Yelena nearly threw her coffee into traffic. Interesting. Very interesting.

Also—Y/N never came back to her room last night. Which already told Yelena something important.

Not what she'd originally assumed.

Because one look at them made it obvious neither of these idiots had gotten much farther than finally admitting their feelings. They had the exact same energy as two people who had stayed awake all night talking and then spent the morning staring at each other like they'd discovered fire.

Yelena hated it.

Y/N opened the passenger door for Wanda automatically. Wanda rolled her eyes but smiled anyway before getting inside.

Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

Y/N started walking around toward the driver's side when Wanda reached out instinctively and caught the sleeve of her flannel. Tiny movement. Barely noticeable.

But Y/N stopped immediately. Turned around without hesitation. Wanda said something too quiet for Yelena to hear. Y/N's entire face softened.

Oh my god. They were unbearable already.

Yelena climbed into the backseat with the exhausted expression of someone trapped between two people who were one shared playlist away from becoming completely insufferable. The engine started a moment later.

And immediately—Wanda reached over and stole one of Y/N's hash browns without asking.

Y/N looked offended for approximately half a second before sighing dramatically and handing her the entire bag.

“You said you weren't hungry.”

“I changed my mind.”

“That's my breakfast.”

“You're big. You'll survive.”

Y/N muttered something under her breath, but there was absolutely no annoyance behind it. Worse. She looked fond.

Yelena stared at the back of Y/N's head in horror. Oh, they were down catastrophically bad.

A few minutes later, Wanda noticed a smear of ketchup near the corner of Y/N's mouth. Without thinking, she reached over. Y/N immediately stopped talking. Wanda wiped it away with her thumb.

“Thanks,” Y/N said softly.

“You're welcome.”

Then Wanda went right back to eating Y/N's breakfast like she hadn't just short-circuited the driver's brain. Yelena considered jumping out of the moving vehicle. The car rolled back onto the empty highway while morning sunlight slowly spread across the road ahead.

Nobody said a word. Nobody had to.

By then, Yelena had reached to a conclusion. Natasha absolutely owed her money for putting her in the middle of this emotional disaster.

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Unknown POV

The motel looked almost abandoned in the afternoon light.

Most of the guests had already left hours ago, leaving behind an empty parking lot shimmering beneath the heat. Somewhere nearby, a broken ice machine rattled loudly while insects buzzed lazily around the flickering neon sign. A motel room door opened quietly. A man stepped outside, shielding his eyes briefly against the sun before looking toward the far end of the parking lot. His gaze slowly lifted toward the old security camera mounted above the motel office. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. The call connected immediately.

“Yes,” he said calmly. A pause. “The wolf was here.”

His eyes drifted briefly toward the motel rooms again. “The camera caught it.” Another pause. “No. I’m certain.”

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small flash drive between gloved fingers. “The fur color changed,” he continued quietly. “H/C this time.” Silence answered him for a moment. The man’s expression shifted slightly at whatever was said next. “Yes,” he murmured. “That’s what I thought too.”

A truck rumbled loudly past the motel on the distant highway. The man watched it disappear southbound. “They left this morning,” he said. “Heading south.” Another long pause.

Then—“No. They didn’t notice surveillance.” His gaze flicked once more toward the camera above the office. “The Maximoff woman is still with her.”

A faint crackle came through the speaker. The man listened carefully before nodding once. “…Understood.” The call disconnected.

For a few seconds, he remained standing there in the afternoon heat, thumb resting lightly against the flash drive in his hand. Then slowly—he smiled.

In public she had the poise and composure of a queen, but behind closed doors, there was nothing she loved doing more than giving up control.

Of course there rarely came the time where it occurred outside beneath the safety of your home. Power was what she found solace in, only ever wishing to be seen as high and mighty when in reality, all that went through her mind were thoughts of being claimed. She could assert dominance all she wanted, but at the end of the day, Wanda was as submissive as they came – perhaps even more so. 

“Which one do you like best?” You posted the question nonchalantly noticing that the woman beside you squirmed at the mere sound of words, but alas, no response came. “Sweetheart, I asked you a question.”

“Shut up,” came the hushed reply, and for a moment you debated on whether or not you wanted to sweet talk her even more in public. Turning towards your wife, you noticed her features mirrored those of a scarlet red beet, and raised your eyebrows at her. All she could do was shake her head as a means to silently apologize. “They’ll hear you.”

Looking towards the counter of the store, you shrugged. “And? They don’t know you, baby. Besides, it’s not like they’ll say anything.”

Against her better judgment, Wanda had agreed to do some shopping with you…something to spice up your shared life in the bedroom even more. Her only request was that you travel to a far away town where no one would recognize either of you. Normally you went on such sprees through the screen of your laptop with her nuzzled against your chest shouting opinions, but now that she was under the scrutiny of the sex shop worker, Wanda wasn’t as confident in choosing what she’d like. 

“You’d look good in a collar,” you suddenly said, admiring those plastered over a display case. “I can even get you a custom one with your name on it. Would you like that, sweetheart?” You waited for a response, but got nothing in return which prompted you to turn. “Wanda?”

“Sure,” she mumbled. Her eyes weren’t on you, but instead on the woman who casually stood by the register scrolling through her phone. “Can we please go? I don’t want to be here anymore. We’ll just get everything like we normally do.”

“Hush, baby,” you giggled at her adorable nature. “We’ll leave soon enough. I just need you to decide whether you’d like a collar or…” you caught sight of straps that could be used to tie her down, pushing her limbs together and allowing you full access to her. “This looks promising.”

“I don’t want anything,” she huffed. “I want to fucking go.”

There came a frustrated sigh, tired of all the little outbursts she gave you, and yet you could never find it in you to fully get mad. You knew of Wanda’s rather short temper and how prone she was to let it take over. It mostly happened out in the public where she could project her fury onto others, but at home it was you who took such negative emotions from her and left your wife mindless – her brain hazy without a thought to give, just as she wanted. 

“Answer my question and then I’ll let you wait in the car,” you softly ordered. “Do you prefer a collar and a cute leash or would you rather be tied up?”

“Neither,” she shot back. “I’m not fucking saying it again, Y/N. We’re going now.”

It was cute how much she thought herself to be in control. Wanda grabbed your arm and attempted to pull you away, but you wouldn’t budge. By then the employee’s attention was already on you, and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed that she saw your pet in such a negative connotation. Normally your girl was well-behaved and complacent, something you needed to bring out again to put Wanda in her place. 

Gripping her wrist, you forcefully pulled her towards you, hummed when she fell to her knees before you in the process while losing her balance. She was even more humiliated then, scattering to jump back to her feet while you watched calmly. By then Wanda refused to face the employee, instead opting to hide behind you, choking back a sob, with the hopes of being allowed the right to leave. 

“I want to go,” her voice was small and shaky, a complete turn to her normally confident demeanor. The older woman hugged you from behind and even through your shirt, you felt her tears hitting your back. “Please, let’s go. I…I don’t want to be here anymore.”

By then, the pity you had for her overtook your decision. You weren’t cruel by any means, so as soon as you came back to reality, you shuffled to leave the store. There was a sympathetic smile thrown towards the cashier while Wanda refused to face her, instead burying herself against you as a means to disappear. She knew you’d deal with her soon, that she was no longer the good girl she deemed herself to be, but perhaps she could redeem herself one way or another. 

“You know, now I’m getting you both,” was the first thing you told her while in the car, making sure to buckle Wanda, but afterwards refusing to face her. She knew she messed up, that perhaps you wouldn’t show it but you were disappointed in her behavior, and for your wife, that was enough to drown in shame. “So sit back here and wait for daddy to return. If you behave while I’m gone, perhaps I’ll have some pity on my girl.”

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The cool, dark faux leather clung to Wanda as though it was meant to be. It held her arms back, safely pushing them against her sides and left them unmoving. Black always looked gorgeous on her, but especially when she lacked any sign of clothes and instead bestowed her nudity to you. Heavy, plump breasts were wrapped around the straps, forcing them up. The position allowed you to easily reach down and squeeze them, groaning at how full they were – far too big to even fit around your hands properly. 

“You misbehaved today.” It wasn’t a question, but a fact that left Wanda’s head hanging shamefully. “In public at that. Daddy didn’t like that, honey. You were really, really bad. Haven’t I taught you better, Wanda?”

She was never one for exhibitionism, but Wanda admitted that kneeling before an uncovered window in such a lewd state made the ache between her legs increase. There came a failed attempt to rub her thighs together, but she knew it would only result in a harsher punishment. So alas, she looked up to your similarly naked state, gulping down a knot of excitement as she watched your semi-hard cock hanging from between your legs. 

“I don’t-” she choked in her words as tears of humiliation cascaded down her flushed cheeks, but never did you turn cold. Instead, you ran a thumb across her wet skin, clearly off the tears with a compassionate look you threw downwards. It wasn’t easy for her to let go, you knew that fully well, but nothing made you prouder than seeing Wanda try. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be bad. I should’ve never said those things to you. There’s no excuse, Y/N- I mean,” she stammered over her words with fear, but Wanda knew you’d never hurt her. “Daddy, I’m sorry.”

Your dominant hand took to pumping your soon thick, erect cock as the other soothed Wanda’s embarrassment – seeing her like that would never fail to instantly turn you on. Part of you saw shame in feeling such pleasure from watching your wife in a state of disarray, to be the only one who could pick up the pieces, a guardian angel of sorts that would mend it all. You were her safe space, the only living creature who could see her display such vulnerability. And for that you prided herself in being Wanda’s protector. No matter how mouthy she got in public, you’d always treat her with kindness during scenes — at least unless she asked otherwise.

“You’re a good girl, Wanda. I know you are,” you told her, practically gulping down a groan as you rubbed the gooey, sensitive tip of your dick against her face right by her mouth. “And good girls do what their daddies say. Don’t you want to prove that to me, honey? That you’re daddy’s perfect girl?”

The way in which Wanda nodded enthusiastically, suddenly forgetting what she had put you through, made you smile warmly. “Yes, please. I can show you that I’m good!” She squealed. Her head matched your sloppy movements as she began sliding her cheek against your cock, even allowing her plump, wet lips to savor the pre-cum leaking from your head. “Let me show you, daddy. I’ll be the best girl ever for you. I won’t disappoint you,” but you already knew that. “I promise.” 

Chuckling, you shook your head at her desperation to please. “Then be a good bunny and open up for me.”

Rubbing your bulging tip against her lips, you tainted them with pre-cum. Wanda licked it off immediately, moaning at the deliciously addictive taste of it. She wanted more as she greedily wrapped her lips against your cock, whining for you to shove it deeper until she gargled all over it.

“Such a pretty cock sucker,” you smiled. A hand turned to a fist over her short hair, pulling it all strands back so as to leave her free reign over your dick. If she wanted it, she could work for it. “Use your mouth to make daddy feel good, angel. Fuck, go on. I’m not sure how long I’ll last with such a slut like you making it better.”

Degradation didn’t get Wanda far, but from time to time, she didn’t mind a sole insult that made her chest swell up with love. Mostly she responded well to praise and love, something she never earned as a child. But in her adulthood you could change that for her. You’d be Wanda’s knight in shining armor, her perfect soldier who forever protected her heart and mind. 

“Is this good?” She shyly questioned before plastering numerous kisses all over your length, suckling from time to time. Her tongue traced a few of your dick veins that led up to your base, leading her to keep going down until her mouth reached your tender balls. Wanda’s fascination with them would never fail to amuse you. Lips enclosed over them, savoring your balls before kissing them fondly. “So good,” she moaned for you. “Thank you for letting me make you feel good, daddy.”

The difference between your wife beneath the safety of your home and her in it was clear. You couldn’t believe how deeply enticing she was when it was only you two, how complacent and brainless she was. Whatever you asked of her, Wanda would follow without a single question forming in her mind. 

When she was ready to take all of you, you nearly combusted then and there. 

Wanda carefully opened her mouth and waited for you to ease inside. Surely it wasn’t the first or last time she had you in such a manner, but given your immense length and girth, she still struggled. There were a few choking sounds that came out with the more inches she swallowed, and no matter how slow you went, your partner kept nodding for you to keep going. 

Sighing happily, you felt as the tip of your dick reached the back of your throat, but nothing came close to the beautiful sight that was Wanda with her mouth pressed against your skin, having already had every single inch disappear into her. Her tears burned on her cheeks, more of them forming at her glassy eyes as she adjusted her throat to such an intrusion. With hands turning to fists, her knuckles white, Wanda relaxed herself. And while you stopped to admire her, she began bobbing her head. 

Regardless of how much power she presumed she had, Wanda’s actions did nothing to soothe your arousal. Rather than allow her to move freely and suck you off as she pleased, with a hand on her hair you guided her. At first the ministrations were rather gentle, mere thrusts in and out her mouth, but soon enough you began using her mouth with no avail. 

“You’re already such a good girl, Wanda. Oh just look at you,” you commented, watching as your wife desperately got you off with solely her mouth. “That’s it, baby. Suck daddy’s dick like the cock-addicted bunny you are. It’s like your mouth was only meant to take my cock.”

She attempted to agree with words, but all that came out was a gargled, incoherent string of mutters. Wanda allowed you to use her, to fuck her throat no matter how fast or slow you were meant to go. All she was, as she had previously told you once you used her for numerous hours at whatever times you pleased, was a dumb, helpless fleshlight you stuck your dick in and came inside of. And for that, the redhead was more than willing to be used as a pawn. 

“Hmm, baby,” you grunted, unable to keep yourself at bay any longer. Her mouth and throat were tight with the most you moved, happily enclosing your cock in a tight grip that intensified your arousal. “You’re gonna swallow every fucking drop for daddy. Oh yes, you’ll be a good cum bunny for me and take what I fucking give you.”

And as soon as you came, that’s exactly what Wanda did. 

Her eyes boggled, their viridescent hue turning dark as drops of cum were shot deep into her throat. Wanda sucked you as you came, her lips clinging to you for dear life and refusing to let go – if she did, perhaps she’d accidentally waste your treat, something she’d never live down. She refused to swallow until you unloaded yourself in her, taking sweet seconds to feel your seed until your cock stopped twitching violently. 

Pulling her back, you nodded down to Wanda who obediently opened her sore mouth and stuck out her tongue. There you saw the pool of cum, some of it even oozing down her lips and chin. It was messy, degrading even, but you couldn’t find it any way other than gloriously beautiful. 

“Was I a good girl?” Wanda asked, her voice hoarse from having her throat abused. “Is there anything else I can do for you, daddy? Please, let me do more.”

You thought about it for a second because as much as you suddenly longed to destroy her, seeing Wanda being so obliging softened you up. Petting her head, you allowed your mind to run rampant while your eyes traveled down her body. Many times you had already used her tits to get off, sliding your dick between the big, soft mounds until you came over her chest. It was always a brutally delicious activity, but as you kept going, you noticed a distinct wetness coming from between her legs – one that devilishly made you smile. 

Reaching out, you helped your partner get on her feet. “Here, baby. Daddy’s just going to lay you down for a bit. You don’t mind if I use your pussy, right?” And just as you expected, a woozy Wanda shook her head. “Good girl. I promise I’ll fill you up just how you like it. I’ll breed that pretty cunt of yours until you’re so fucking stuffed. Hm, I bet it’ll be enough to get you pregnant. Wouldn’t you like that, baby? To carry daddy’s pups?”

“I’d love that,” Wanda whined as you dragged her to the bed, promptly throwing her down until her back hit the mattress with a thud. “Please, fill me, daddy. I just…I need it so bad. I’ll be your good breeding bunny.”

“More like a breeding bitch,” you laughed, but the way in which your wife squirmed made your eyebrows raise. Settling between her legs, still positioned in front of the window, you smirked down at her. “You like that, huh? Do you wanna be daddy’s breeding bitch, Wanda?”

Another whine came before she attempted to hug herself in a bout of embarrassment, something the bindings prevented her from doing. “Maybe,” she brushed it off, but one look at you made her break. “It’s nice,” she shrugged. “I like it.”

“Good, because that’s exactly what I’ll get written on your tag,” you explained, your eyes zeroing the collar that hugged her neck. “Daddy’s breeding bitch. I think it has a nice ring to it, huh?”

Parting her legs, you, as per usual, allowed yourself to take in all of Wanda’s unabashed beauty. You’d never grow tired of the fullness of both her breasts and stomach which carried clear stretch marks all around them. Your wife, a few years older than you, always turned away from mirrors in embarrassment over her body, but you found it to be the spitting image of perfection whether she believed you or not.

Running your hands over her soft tummy, you groaned at how tender her rolls were. They were squeezed, earning a rather lively giggle from a ticklish Wanda. She simply couldn’t withstand the amount of excellence she embodied. Many times you’d rub your dick over her stomach, groaning at how good it felt, but it didn’t come close to the wonder her thick thighs did when you pushed them together and fucked yourself between them.

Wanda believed that by being bigger she was cursed, but to you, she was much more magnificent than anyone else no matter how many times she said otherwise. 

“You’re gorgeous, baby,” you licked your lips after speaking. A hand came between your legs, desperately jerking off your dick, messy with cum and saliva, once more to get yourself hard. With Wanda before you, that wasn’t difficult to achieve. “Daddy’s pretty girl. Just…fuck you’re so hot. I can’t get enough of how perfect you are, bunny.”

Rubbing your penis against her puffy, dripping pussy, you broke down. Her folds were pulled apart as your cock head stimulated her slit that oozed out juices. Oh how you longed to dive in and eat her out for hours upon hours, to force Wanda to squirt all over your hungry mouth as you sought out much more. But alas, you took to slapping your dick over her pussy, even stimulating her bulbous clit simultaneously. 

“I love this pussy,” because truly, you could never get enough of it. “It’s my property – daddy’s pussy to fuck.”

“Yours,” Wanda breathed out. She wanted to hold onto your shoulders as she always did, her nails surely to dig onto your skin lovingly, but whining about her bindings would only turn it all sour. “Please, daddy. Inside…I need you inside.”

“Shhh it’s okay, pretty girl. Daddy will give you what you want,” you promised. Towering over Wanda, you felt powerful. You could claim her, ravish her until the following day began, and own her completely – but then again, you already did. Lining your hardened cock against her entrance, you sighed. “Daddy will make it all better, bunny. Just sit back and enjoy, ‘kay? Your punishment is over, now it’s time to have some fun.”

Easing inside, you felt as though you’d burst. Wanda’s pussy was unlike anything else. Its velvety walls instantly gripped you as though life depended on it. You could barely move at all, trapped in the sea of wetness and the tight hold she had on you. But as she relaxed, enjoying the kisses you spread across her breasts, you were able to push your cock deeper. 

“So big,” Wanda sobbed. She was full, already feeling the tip of your dick nuzzling against the depths of her insides while your thickness was enough to stretch her out as though it was the first time. “Oh daddy, ‘m so full!”

Ignoring her words, you had to focus on clinging to her love handles to support yourself. They were squishy to the touch, practically asking for you to squeeze her soft skin with amazement. Remaining still, you focused on how delightful it was to not only be in Wanda’s cunt, but to also get to run your hand all through her body and worship the ground she walked on. 

Thrusting in and out, you stared down in awe at how your cock disappeared within your wife. With each little movement she wailed, wriggling within the confines of the straps with the need to touch you back. It was adorable, only making your desperation to cum much stronger than before. 

“You’re fucking tight, Wanda. You’ve been waiting for daddy to fill you up, huh?” You mocked her, but not before nuzzling your face against her full breasts. You alternated between sucking each nipple, at times running your fingers through them knowing it would elicit loud screams of need from Wanda. “Cock addicted whore.”

Your dick pounded into Wanda’s pussy, filling her to the brim until the only space left available was for you to stuff. Normally you took your time in touching her, worshiping every area of her body with kisses mirroring those you planted on her plump lips, and adoring your wife as you slipped inside. But some days you needed to blow off steam, to grip her sides and roughly shove your cock as deep into her guts as possible while she drowned in her moans that were stifled by your mouth. 

“Harder,” Wanda begged, something she rarely did in front of others, but gave you a sense of normalcy within your home. “Daddy, I want it harder, please. M-make it hurt, I deserve it.”

And for Wanda, you found yourself doing just about anything to please her. 

With heavy, brutal movements, your balls slapped against her skin each time your dick disappeared in her cunt. A hand went down to her clit, sloppily rubbing the bundle of nerves knowing it would only drive Wanda towards the brink of insanity. That alongside your focus on both her mouth and breasts, motioning yourself to kiss her before moving down to suck on her rosy nipples, had her flushed entirely. Soon enough, the poor thing could barely muster out a coherent string of sentences that were instead replaced by dumb babbles. 

“You’re such a good girl for daddy,” you grunted. “Letting me fuck your tight pussy like the whore you are. It’s what you were meant to do, huh? To sit there and take whatever daddy gives you. I just can’t get over how much of a dumb, cock-sleeve you are. A fucking fleshlight for me to have fun with…it’s hilarious how you sometimes think you’re to be in control.”

And the truth is, Wanda didn’t have enough of a care in the world to overpower you. If anything, she pretended to act out, to treat you as though she carried dominance in public knowing she’d be punished severely at home. Having you ram into her, stimulating her sensitive clit, was enough of a reward to get her to do it again in the near future. You had caught on to her little act during the first few months of dating, but alas, you pretended to act stupid given the great lengths your wife went to in order to manipulate you into ordering her around. 

The second time you came, you were balls-deep in Wanda, and she followed suit. You held her tightly, wrapping your arms around her body as she did the same with her legs on your waist. Copious amounts of cum were shot into her cunt, quickly filling her up enough so that several drops oozed out onto the messy sheets. You bred her nicely, leaving yourself still so she’d enjoy not only your dick stretching her out, but also your seed giving her the pups she wanted to carry so desperately. 

“F-fuck!” Wanda couldn’t help herself as her orgasm shot through her, but with all the stimulation you gave her, it was beyond what she imagined. She twisted and turned cutely while squirting all over your dick. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment at her sudden uncontrollable actions, but you didn’t care. No, you’d much rather stare down at your partner as she fell apart, watching in awe with a proud, dopey smirk nothing could wash away. “D-daddy, I…I’m sorry.”

“Shhh no need to apologize, baby,” you replied. Leaning in, you planted a sweet, loving kiss on her lips – one that Wanda was far too exhausted to return. “You did amazing, and that was fucking hot. I love getting you riled up like that, bunny. So much that you squirt…”

“Stop it,” Wanda turned away, but as you reached out and tilted her face towards you, she was forced to face your knowing eyes. “Was it…alright?”

“It was more than alright, it was perfect,” you fondly replied. “How are you liking your new presents?”

Wanda shrugged, but you knew she was rather obsessed with the collar she proudly showed off. “I like them. Thank you for getting them for me, daddy. Maybe you could…” she paused, shyly trying to find the words. “Maybe we could use the leash next time? I want to really feel like a good bunny.”

“You’re already a perfect bunny, Wanda,” you chuckled. “Now come on. Let me help you off these straps and run you a nice bath. It’s what my girl deserves after taking her punishment so well.”

Your hands burned her skin as you pulled at the bindings that held her arms to her body. She was sore, something Wanda pretended not to care for until you began kissing her faint bruises. Regardless of how many instances she took to bratting out, you’d never fail to give her the proper aftercare the same way she did it for you. 

Picking Wanda up, she clung to you much like that of a koala bear as you dragged her to the bathroom. There you took a warm bath together with you sitting behind listening to her ramble on about plans she had made for your upcoming vacation together. Wanda adored sight-seeing wherever you traveled to, but the sight you were solely interested in seeing was her. 

“I’m really proud of how well you did today,” you mumbled against her neck while simultaneously playing with her wet, shampoo-filled hair. “You’re amazing. You know that, right? Just…you’re so fucking special, Wanda.”

Patience was a virtue in your mind, but it was not something shared by your wife. In the relationship, you held on to the entirety of patience while she huffed and puffed at any minimal aspect of life she was against. Whether you accidentally left the car parked in the driveway rather than the garage or dared water the plants in the afternoon rather than the morning, Wanda would find something to throw a fit at. 

“You woke me up at 8:26 am.”

Those were the first words you heard upon your arrival from work. Sighing, you shook your head with amusement. Leave it to Wanda to complain about being awoken only slight minutes after she asked. 

“Hello to you too, honey,” you giggled and although she didn’t share your lightheartedness, Wanda’s frustration was far too adorable to take seriously. “You told me to wake you up at 8 so you could go to the grocery store early. Isn’t that what I did?”

“Almost thirty minutes late?” Wanda huffed. She stood before you, her arms crossed over her chest where an apron hung – the stench of lasagna was enough for you to figure out what she previously did. Her pout only grew when she stomped her foot, noticing that you appeared unfazed. “I told you 8 o’clock sharp, not 8:26.”

Her tone rose, something she clearly noticed as she gulped and turned away. She took herself to the kitchen, leaving you behind to chuckle and follow hot on her steps. The dinner she had made was left to cool off, and as she gave you her back, you couldn’t help but admire Wanda happily. 

“Watch your tone, baby.” Stepping behind her, you gripped at her waist. It wasn’t a strong hold, but alas it was enough to make her jump. “Now, use your words and tell me why that bothered you. Breathe in and out, Wanda. Don’t do something you’ll regret.”

“I was late to the grocery store.” She was more sure of herself as she displayed anger once more. “You made me late. My entire day was thrown off because someone didn’t wake me up in fucking time. When I tell you to do something, you do it right when-”

Words were cut short as you threw her against the kitchen counter. The yelp she let out was almost heard by the neighbors, but you couldn’t only roll your eyes at it. Wanda could yap around all she wished and pretend herself to be in some control, but at the end of the day she turned into putty under your authority. It wasn’t the first time you put her in her place and trained her into relaxation, and it surely wouldn’t be the last. 

“Shut the fuck up with your complaining,” you roared. Your hands kept up a powerful hold as they pinned her down – her backside covered by tight jeans in full display for you to enjoy. “A dumb girl like you has no say when I do anything. I woke you up when I wanted. My sweet one deserves to rest for longer, don’t you think? Everything I do is to help you, Wanda, and you shouldn’t be an ungrateful brat in return. Because what happens to brats, huh?” You waited for her response, raising your eyebrows as you shook her slightly. “Use your words and answer me.”

“Brats get punished,” she squealed, her cheeks tinted with a reddened hue. “I just…I wanted to-”

“I know.” You were tender with her even when she pushed your buttons. Wanda deserved love and nurturing, a rigid discipline, not to be hurt for not behaving as you saw fit. “And you know I’m going to have to do this for your own good, right?” You leaned in, your front pressing deliciously close to her back as your lips brushed her ear. “All you need to do now is be a good girl and take it.”

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The sound of desperate cries brought a smile to your face. Sitting at the edge of the room, your legs crossed casually, you looked up from the book you read to find the source of the wails. With the more you looked, the louder she got. 

Wanda lay sprawled over the bed, her legs pried open and held in place by pink ropes. Her short red hair was tied back into a messy bun to give you a clear view of her flushed features. Poor thing tried to fight against the bindings on her body, but it was to no avail. A rather big, red vibrating dildo was safely nestled in her – tape covering the base to keep it inside no matter how much she wiggled.

“C-come here,” Wanda tried sounding confident in herself, but all that came out was a strangled moan. “Y/N, here!”

Her attempted commands would only make her situation worse, something you were both well-aware of. “Say ‘please’ and maybe I’ll think about it.”

The worst punishment imaginable for Wanda was to not get what she wanted. Even spankings would make her feel elated as she adored the pain and much more to have you around her. But with her being tied onto the bed and left to eye you with need, she was in disarray. Tears formed at her hollow green eyes as she shook violently waiting for you to so much as look her way. 

“I need you.” 

You moved your head up and the sight that met you once more made you pounce her then and there. Wanda’s body could solely be defined as perfection. Her stomach had a pouch on it, one you often kissed heavily while grabbing her love-handles. Her skin carried reminiscent faint scars you left, ones she begged for, with each heavy play. Your orbs flickered over her abused pussy that was blushing and puffy with lust. Juices glistened down her lips, creating a sloshing sound with each time the toy vibrated in her. Heavy breasts bounced up and down oh-so slightly whenever Wanda twitched. 

“Please, Y/N. I…I’m so sorry,” Wanda’s walls crumbled with the more time that went on. “I shouldn’t have been a brat. You’ve been nothing but patient and wonderful to me, but I-”

“Don’t you dare say one bad thing about yourself.” You cut her off because although you wanted her to learn from her mistakes, you’d never stoop to making her feel any lesser. Standing over the woman, you shifted atop the bed and between her legs. “When I tell you to breathe and behave, what does my good girl need to do?”

“I need to breathe and behave,” she answered without any hesitation in sight. “I can be the best girl, I promise. Just…please make it stop. Let me show you how good I can be.”

“Nu-uh,” you found her attempts to get away from her punishment to be cute. She didn’t want it to stop. Wanda knew full-well what her actions led to. And although she begged to have her punishment expunged, it felt far too good to be serious about it. “I told you that brats get punished. You need to follow through the whole thing if you want to prove how well you can behave. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” Wanda mumbled through gritted teeth. “Please, Y/N.”

Seeing her be buffeted by an arousal she simply couldn’t achieve was delicious. Just when you knew Wanda was to cum, you harshly pulled the tape from her cunt before carefully removing the vibrating toy. She felt empty and made sure to cry loud enough to make it known, but you never pitied her. 

“I want you to count for every hit I give you. If you fail to do so, I’ll leave you here with the dildo until you pass out. If you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, I’ll untie you. Does that sound good, Wanda?” She nodded quickly. “Good. Be nice and loud, and thank me for every time I touch this slutty pussy.”

The first smack on her cunt was swift, but not too hard. It was enough to make your sensitive wife scream, the ropes working hard to keep her in place. Her bottom lip quivered for a second, but soon enough she did what you wished. 

“One, thank you.” Wanda’s nostrils flared up as she took in the heat that shot through her body. The next came soon, your hand faintly brushing against her clit and making her sob. “T-two, thank you.”

You kept spanking her cunt until reaching fifteen hits. As a means to help her relax, you leaned in and allowed your mouth to pepper kisses along her swollen breasts before taking a nipple in your mouth, alternating between sucking each. 

“You did so well, baby.” But Wanda was far too spent to reply. Her abused pussy was red with the pain you exerted on it, but she knew she could still take more. Hearing her hum with approval made you kiss her soft enough to exert all your adoration in a manner beyond words. “Shh, rest up now. You did amazing for me. Now it’s time for my good girl to do as I say and relax for me.”

“You know, if we had known you’d be such a slut then maybe we would’ve done this before.”

Viridescent eyes turned wide with amusement as a beam coated rosy features. The reddened lipstick over her mouth was smudged from bruising kisses she’d been given for the past hour. Her heartbeat was quick and her breathing was macabrely ragged. Dark fingernails clung to the bedsheets underneath her for support, but they didn’t dare help. Not when so many pairs of eyes stared at her with an unabashed hunger that couldn’t be contained.

“I wanna take her first,” someone muttered from the back. It was low and needy, but you all knew that no matter what they wanted, it wouldn’t be easy to achieve. Looking down, that same variant, a 7’8” demon, gripped their hardened cock. “Come on. We’ve been waiting for ages. Fuck, I bet her pussy is all nice and ready for us now.”

“It’s happening in my universe,” you grumbled. “I think I should do the honors, huh? She came to me first, after all.”

A powerful sorcerer such as yourself helped the woman in question. She came to you in disarray, her cheeks tinted a mean scarlet color while her body practically burst out of her outfit. You hadn’t built the strength to deny her then or now. So the more Scarlet Witch begged you, a variant of the woman you had once lost in your universe after your powers went rampant, the more versions of yourself you sought out to accomplish her deepest, darkest dreams.

She lay on her hands and knees on the bed surrounded by all of you. Her clothes had been long torn and thrown to the side, her makeup smudged, but all that remained was her pristinely torn crown over her head. She refused to give it up, but then again, you knew your variants would only find it more enchanting than ever. They each had their own Wandas, but nothing like this.

“Dumb slut,” you chuckled, shaking your head. Of many, you were the first to properly approach her. Your dick was in your hand, but the other went to cup her burning face. A thumb traveled up and down the fiery skin as Wanda leaned in to the touch, nuzzling over your palm before pressing a kiss against it. “You want this so bad, huh? Do you want to be our little whore?” The redhead nodded quickly, and all the people around her practically hissed as their hands automatically went to their heavy members which twitched painfully. “You’ll let us use and abuse your body until we tire ourselves out?” Again, her head went up and down. “Tell me, Wanda. Do you want us to put a baby in you? To fill your dumb, fucking pussy up with so much cum, it all leaks out as you try to finger it back in. I bet that’s what a nasty bitch like you wants. Fucking pathetic.”

You spit in her face, but Wanda didn’t budge. Instead she giggled and kissed your hand again. “In my mouth,” she mumbled. “I want you in my mouth.” Her orbs averted themselves towards your tip that drooled with pre-cum. “I want all of you in me.”

And that is exactly what you all did. Many of your variants fought hard to get a space next to her, but only a few were successful. It was an alpha who got to use her pussy, and in the midst of their rut, they urged their throbbing cock inside of Wanda’s slick, puffy pussy. At the feeling of such warmth overtaking them, they moaned, a sound shared by another variant of yours, a Kryptonian, slipped into her tight, puckered ass.

“Sorry,” the Kryptonian blushed at the feeling of such a grip surrounding their length. “I, uhm, I promise to be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please do,” Wanda exasperated. She clung to her bed sheets as she basked on the overwhelming feeling of being stuffed to the brim by a pair of cocks. Leaning back, she bounced on both for a few seconds as a goofy smile crossed her features. “Fuck me like you mean it, Y/N,” she told all of you. “I’m a big girl, I can handle it and so much more than that.”

That’s exactly what all of you gave her. A variant of yours who seemed younger, yet had muscular arms and came straight from the ice took to focusing on her tummy and tits with immense strength. Their cock rubbed all over her skin, leaving marks of pre-cum all over before slapping themselves over one of the soft mounds. You watched in awe as it happened, and before the Scarlet Witch could dare protest about her nipples being pinched before a dick was slid between her breasts, you shut her up.

“Get to sucking,” you urged her as your penis was shoved into her face past her luscious lips. Wanda could fight you all she wanted, but you used your magic to ensure she couldn’t move away no matter how much she wanted to. “Now, now. Be a good cock sucker for your daddy, Wanda, and let me use your fucking mouth.”

Two more variants came about, one with horns protruding from their head and dark wings over their back. They were much more excited to set a hand of Wanda’s over their dick as another mirrored such movements. Moving her hands up and down, the redhead obediently got them off.

“So big,” Wanda’s voice was muffled by your dick in her mouth as she grabbed your demon variant’s monster cock. It had to be at least over 12 inches, and you admittedly looked at it with jealousy when she jerked it off. “Hm, I love cock.”

“Yeah?” The demon smirked at that. Your variant didn’t appreciate the way she turned her gaze towards the other penis she was stimulating with her left hand that was carried by a variant of yours who carried blood over their face and chest from what you knew were victims. “Look at me while you get me off, you fucking whore.”

The six of you destroyed her to no end while the remainder of your versions watched in awe. They got one another off, or simply themselves while enjoying how a dark variation of their Wanda was maimed and abused just like she deserved. Even those who aimed to be more submissive had their mouths watering over the sight.

Hands went to grab the small, pointy horns of her crown. You knew what she wanted was her boys back, but you’d give her the time of her life additionally – one that wouldn’t easily be forgotten. Your girthy, long cock slid back and forth. For now she could only take you halfway through, but you focused on training her throat enough to force Wanda to swallow every single inch of you.

“She’s so, ugh! So f-fucking tight,” the Kryptonian sputtered out between shallow breaths. They weren’t used to such nasty, unabashed scenes. Normally they took things slow and sweet with their Wanda, worshiping every single inch of her body before putting her pleasure first at all times. And yet it was impossible to look at Scarlet Witch and not use her ass much like they would a fleshlight. “I don’t think I can last any longer. It’s too much.”

That made Wanda perk up. She desperately moved her head to give you more pleasure, but her ears listened in to the grunts that filled the room. The disgustingly loving stench of sex fueled itself through her nostrils. Once she had lost the version of you from her universe, the woman continuously failed herself. She wanted, no, needed to have her children with her. Then perhaps she could have the guts to do the unthinkable and bring you back. But as she stared up at you, at the lonely sorcerer, Wanda knew she’d already found her match.

Hips roughly slapped against her pussy as the alpha took to abusing her pussy to no end. The faster they went, the bigger their lust grew to the point a small bulb appeared right at the base of their dick. It could barely fit into Wanda’s untrained pussy, but they didn’t care. If she wanted a baby, she’d get exactly that.

Hands gripped her hips as they rammed their way inside. Tears cascaded down Wanda’s flushed cheeks, messing up her runny mascara in the process, but the alpha was far too lost in their own world to care. Instead they urged their knot deep inside their mate and kept fucking her with all their strength, surely leaving the woman happily sore.

“Is she supposed to be scary?” The super soldier, with sudden confidence, shook their head. “She really is pathetic. All of them are stupid cock addicted whores, huh?” They turned to you, and at that you nodded contently. Regardless of how dominant a Wanda variant from another universe may be, they were all the same at the very end. “I want to see more of them and show mine off. I won’t share, but I just know she’d love being watched. They all do.”

“I bet they love having their pretty skin cut too,” the bloody variant, a murderer who killed for the sake of their Wanda’s affection, piped up. “Don’t you, pretty girl? You like bleeding for me, huh? Being turned into nothing but a bitch as you’re beaten to a bloody pulp. Mine begs me to do it. She knows I take good care of her afterwards, that it’s all fun and games, but she’s addicted to it.” Leaning in, their voice was low as they fucked themselves with Wanda’s hand. “You know I can kill you in a heartbeat and you love that.”

Scarlet Witch knew better. With her powers she could surely overpower any of you, but that was the last thing she’d do. Instead, she allowed herself to be mercilessly used until you could all have your hunger sated. Her cunt was destroyed by the alpha as a lazy hand from the super soldier flicked at her bulbous clit, their own cock using her chest to still get off. Her hands were solely meant to get the demon and the murderer off. Violently strong poundings were given to her sore ass which practically begged to be used as a lowly cum dump by the Kryptonian. And her mouth, well, that belonged only to you. Those perfect lips wrapped themselves around you tightly and didn’t let go until she was out of breath, but even as she pulled back, she had a mouthful of your dick back inside for you to get off.

None of you lasted long and when you all came, you did it together. Wanda hadn’t ever been so full. The sole feeling made her sob but no sound came out as her mouth was stuffed with cum that was squirted from your fat throbbing cock. None of the alpha’s seed escaped her pussy as it was well guarded by the knot in place, but her ass adorably leaked some of it as other drops fell down her flushed chest. There was cum all over her face, some even falling on her red hair as the demon and the murderer let themselves go.

Staring down, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Scarlet Witch, no, Wanda was a mess. Cum dripped down her sore body as she fell limp, releasing your cock with a small ‘plop’ before dropping over the mattress. She let out incoherent babbles, thanking you all for your help, but none of you were ready to be done with her.

“We promised we’d give you some pups to have, didn’t we?” You bent down to face Wanda. Degradingly, you let the wet tip of your cock swirl over her cum-stricken face before running it over her lips. “There’s still some of us who’ve been dying to have a turn. Get ready, baby, because we’re not even nearly done using you just yet.”

“Yeah, but she likes to cook.” I shrug, pulling her into my arms. “I’d rather you have Cassie’s cooking than suffer through mine.”

“You’re a fine cook, baby, you’re just anxious about feeding good things to the baby.” Wanda raises her lips to kiss me. I pull my lips away, squeezing her hand.

“Ew, baby, I’ve got morning breath, I don’t want you tasting that!” I shake my head. Wanda laughs again, stepping into me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. “Kiss me after breakfast, after I’ve brushed my teeth, after I’ve gotten ready for the day. Don’t gross yourself out before you’ve eaten something.”

“You’ll owe me a big kiss later, then.”

“Of course, my love, all the kisses once I’m ready for the day.” I step back from our hug and take Wanda’s hand, leading her out of our room. We’ve been staying at the Sanctum Sanctorum in Manhattan so that Strange can help Wanda control the darkness in her. Cassie also spends a lot of time here to help, even with Sam constantly wanting her back at the compound. But I want to be near Wanda, so Cassie stays here so that I can have a training partner when Wanda is doing her own thing with Strange.

An amazing smell fills my nostrils as Wanda and I descend the stairs to the main level. I look back at Wanda with an evil grin. Wanda smiles and shakes her head, stepping a little closer to me and squeezing my hand. We walk into the kitchen where Cassie’s flipping a pancake. She smiles without looking up.

“Good morning, you two. Eat up quickly. Y/N and I have to get going pretty quickly here.” Cassie reaches out, offering a plate to Wanda. She’s already placed two pancakes, a few slices of bacon, and a handful of cut up strawberries on the plate. Wanda’s eyes light up and she takes it, thanking Cassie, and walks over to the table.

“Where are we going?” I ask Cassie as she hands me a plate of my own.

“Banner’s got something he needs to talk to you about, apparently.” Cassie’s eyes dart over to Wanda as she digs into her breakfast. Then Cassie leans closer to me and lowers her voice. “He says he has some weird ratings coming from the Multi-Reader.”

The Multi-Reader is a machine that Bruce and Strange created together. It’s supposed to pick up readings from other universes, tied specifically to chaos magic. There haven’t been any readings out of the norm since it was built, as far as I know. But maybe they just haven’t been telling me when the readings spike.

“Is something going on?” I ask, concern dripping from my voice. Cassie shrugs, and I’m not sure what she means by that. I don’t get to ask her before Strange walks into the kitchen.

“Good morning, ladies.” He says in his deep tone. “How’s the morning?”

“Just starting.” I say, taking a bite from a slice of bacon. “Hey, Strange, can I speak with you for a minute?” He looks at me curiously before nodding. He leads me out of the kitchen and down the hallway toward his practice room. He stops in the hallway, turns to me, and crosses his arms. “I wanted to ask you about Wanda’s training. Cassie and I are going to the compound in a bit. Apparently, Bruce has gotten some irregular readings on the Multi-Reader. I’m wondering if Wanda’s excess magic is seeping through the cracks in the multiverse.”

“It’s possible,” Strange rubs his fingers on his chin. “I admit I hadn’t thought of the possibility. But maybe since she’s been in all of these other realities, she’s connected to them.”

“I don’t want the Scarlet Witch showing up in all of these realities, messing things up for people whose lives she’s already fucked up.” I sigh. “Jumping realities took a lot out of me, Strange, I don’t want to do it again if I don’t have to.”

“In the grand scheme of things, Earth-616 is considerably far behind in the whole Multiverse theory.” Strange says. “But I’ve been in contact with some of the other Stranges, and I’ve got an idea. Let me confer with a few of them and get back to you tonight when you come back, is that alright?”

“Yeah, and I should have more information after I figure out what Banner’s got going on.” I look behind me toward the kitchen, thinking about Wanda. “I just want her safe, you know? Her and the baby. And I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t worried about the other Stranges coming here and taking Wanda away.”

“That won’t happen,” Strange steps forward and places a hand on my shoulder, which may be the most affectionate he’s ever been with someone. “I won’t let it. Wanda is getting better. She’s coming to terms with Vision being gone and the fact that her kids were made up in a hex, all of it. And you are a huge help in that. If it comes down to it, I will make the others see that.”

“Thanks, Strange. I appreciate it. The Scarlet Witch isn’t her, it isn’t Wanda.”

“I know it isn’t.” He assures me. “And hey, there’s no use worrying about it right now, because we don’t have a lot of information. Let’s decide whether or not to worry after we’ve got all the facts, okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, nodding. “Okay, I’ll try not to worry about it.”

“Lean on Cassie if you have to today. And believe it or not, Wanda is strong enough to handle it. Lean on her, too.”

“I’ll think about it.” Strange squeezes my shoulder and moves past me back to the kitchen. Despite Strange making a really good argument as to us not having all the facts, I’m still anxious. My hunger now gone, I head back up to Wanda and I’s room to get changed and ready for the day. I pull some leggings on, cover my upper half with a tank top, then throw one of Wanda’s sweatshirts over my head. I brush my teeth and then my hair, pulling my hair into a ponytail. I tug on my favorite pair of Adidas and jump down the steps two at a time.

“You look so good, baby,” Wanda smiles as I come back into the kitchen. I smile as I walk over, leaning down to place my lips on hers. Wanda immediately accepts, grabbing my arm to keep me next to her for a few seconds longer. I smile into the kiss, cupping her cheek gently. When I pull away, I place a kiss on her nose.

“I’m ready to go when you are, Cass.” I say, standing next to Wanda with my arm around her.

“You’re not going to eat?” She asks, using her fork to point back to the food she made. I shake my head.

“I’m sorry, I know you made breakfast, but I’m just not hungry anymore.”

“That’s okay.” Cassie shoves a large forkful of pancake in her mouth, chews a little, and then tries to speak again, but her words are incredibly muffled.

“Chew, swallow, then try again Cassie, I can’t speak food.” I shake my head, smiling. Cassie does what I ask, taking a sip or orange juice before she speaks again.

“Give me a few minutes to shove a little more food into my mouth, then we can go.”

“Take your time, girl, don’t worry.” I shift to stand behind Wanda, placing both of my hands on her shoulders as I start to massage her a little bit. She turns her head and kisses my forearm, leaving a maple syrup kiss mark. I chuckle and bring my arm up to my mouth, sucking the maple syrup off my arm. “Tastes sweet.”

“Just like you.” Wanda looks up at me and smiles. I look into her eyes, and all of a sudden I’m scared. I think back to the last few months, since I brought Wanda back from being the Scarlet Witch, and see the woman I’ve loved from afar for so long. How sweet she is, how kind she is, how introspective she is, how protective she is. I think about everything she’s been through since she joined the team and what that pushed her to become. In this moment, she looks innocent. Like she and the Scarlet Witch can’t be the same person. And I just want to help her.

Wanda’s eyes squint slightly when I don’t answer right away. I mentally snap myself back into the moment and squeeze her shoulder, leaning down to kiss her again. She kisses me back, but it isn’t filled with much excitement. When I pull away she questions me with her eyes, but I just smile at her. I don’t want to burden Wanda with my thoughts right now.

“Alright, let’s get going.” Cassie gets up from the table and takes her dishes to the dishwasher. Wanda grabs her plates and pushes her chair back, but I take her plate from her and take it to the dishwasher. Cassie takes the plate from me and places it with hers. I turn back to see Wanda standing at the table, holding her belly. I walk over to her and pull her in for a hug, kissing the side of her head a few times.

“I love you, Wands,” I whisper. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Please be safe when you’re out,” she responds, wrapping her arms tightly around me.

“I’m coming home to you, baby, don’t you worry.” I kiss her again before pulling away. She holds tightly onto me and looks up at me.

“Are we okay?” She asks. “You looked at me weird at the table.”

“Of course, Wanda,” I say, squeezing her waist. “I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About everything you’ve been through since coming here from Sokovia. About how sweet and caring you are. About how protective you’ve always been and how I just want to protect you and our baby now. I promise.” Wanda’s shoulders relax and she nods, finding solace in my answer. I place one more kiss on her forehead before following Cassie out of the kitchen and through the front doors of the Sanctorum. We step onto the mean streets of Manhattan and I sigh. “Now what, we suffer through New York traffic or the subways? You didn’t drive here, did you?”

“No,” Cassie laughs. “I flew. I always wear my suit under my clothes, just in case. The ants are fast, man.”

“Well, we can’t do that now. Unless you wanna be a dick of a friend and leave me behind.”

“Why don’t you run on your plasma things?”

“You’d still be faster on an ant!” I argue. “I can only go as fast as I can run, and I can’t run very fast. And all the way to the compound? I might shoot myself.”

“Well let’s not do that,” Cassie sighs. She looks over at me, flicking her eyes up and down. “How much do you weigh?”

“Um, why?” I ask, a little taken aback.

“Maybe you can make a little plasma thing to sit on and my ants can carry you. They’re super strong, you know.”

“Yeah, but you’d need millions of ants. That isn’t a plausible solution.” At that moment, a loud thud sounds behind us. We turn and see Sam standing there, his full suit on.

“Banner got tired of waiting for the two of you. So I came to see what’s taking so long.” He says with a smile.

“We’re trying to figure out how to get Y/N to the compound, since she can’t fly.” Cassie tells him.

“Good thing I’m here. I’ll carry her.” Sam holds out his arms and I take a step forward.

“No hankey pankey now, Sam, I’m a woman who’s spoken for.” I joke.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about there, you loser bitch.” Sam chuckles and shakes his head. Sam has been more of a brother to me the last few years, and I definitely miss being around him while Wanda and I are at the Sanctorum. I saddle up next to him and wrap my arms around his neck. He wraps an arm around my back and the other one lifts my legs into the air. “Race you back, Cassie. Tell your ants to fly hard.” She smirks before he shoots into the air, leaving Cassie on the sidewalk. The boosters power up and we move fast through the sky in the direction of the compound.

The flight is super quick since we don’t have to worry about traffic or lights or anything else. Sam lands in front of the compound and sets me on the ground, his hands going to his hips as his wings fold in.

“Cassie, that slow poke.” He chuckles.

“What was that now?” Sam and I turn around to see Cassie leaning on one of the pillars behind us. I burst out laughing as Sam stares at her, his mouth open in shock. I pat Sam on the arm and walk over to Cassie.

“Come on,” I say, still laughing, as I push Cassie towards the front doors. Her smile doesn’t leave her face as we walk through the compound to Bruce’s lab.

“There you guys are.” He says without looking up. “Jesus, I’ve been waiting for you all morning.”

“It’s not even noon, Bruce, calm down.” I say, walking over to stand across from him at the table. “Cassie says there’s some weird readings with this Multi-Reading thing?”

“Yeah, I was hoping you’d see some pattern that I can’t.” Bruce walks over to a different computer, and I follow him. He pulls up a few things and then stands back so I can take a look. There are definitely spikes in a few different places, so I look at a few other things that are queued on the computer.

“What I see is that these spikes are happening in all of the universes that I followed the Scarlet Witch to.” I say.

“But they aren’t happening in every universe you visited,” Banner says, coming up behind me to point at a few universes that didn’t spike. I take a look through them and think back to everything that happened in those realms.

The realization hits me like a train. I take a few steps back and lean against a table, my hands clutching the edge of the table. Cassie rushes over to me and puts her arm around me, whispering to me, asking me what’s wrong. I can’t tear my eyes away from the screen, but what I see makes my heart hurt. And I know that I won’t be able to tell Wanda what I see here.

“The universes where the spikes aren’t happening are the universes where the Scarlet Witch killed that universe’s Wanda.” I look over at Bruce, my heart falling. “Wanda can never know.”

“Which is why she’s with Strange back in the city.” He nods. “I was worried that this was the case, but I didn’t know. I wanted you to confirm.”

“I have to go,” I say immediately. “I’m sure that I can get help from Wanda 1856. She’s super smart. Or maybe Y/N 1174. She works for Strange in her universe, and he leads the Avengers. They might have a bunch of information on the Scarlet Witch.”

“We can’t,” Bruce shakes his head. “When you and Wanda came back, the jumper that I made broke. I haven’t been able to fix it, and trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Well, I need to speak to one of them. Let me take a look at it.” Bruce looks at me like I’m crazy. I’m not as technically inclined as Bruce, but I like to tinker. I like to take things apart and put them back together. And even Bruce has admitted that sometimes I see things that he doesn’t. I might not be able to fix it, but I can’t just stand around and do nothing. I think he realizes that pretty quickly and leads me to the device. It’s pretty much taken apart, pieces laying all over the table. I immediately start tinkering, and Bruce leaves me to my devices.

A few hours later, I put the device halfway together. I’m concentrating hard, trying to figure out how Bruce made this work the first time.

“Y/N,” I jump, startled, and turn to see Strange in the room next to me, his portal already closing behind him. I turn to face him, my face full of worry.

“Strange, is everything okay?” I ask. “Wanda?”

“Wanda is fine, Y/N, you don’t need to worry about her.” He holds up something in his hand. “I brought this for you.”

“What is it?” I ask, reaching for it. Strange gives me a plain flip phone. When I open it, the screen sparkles a little.

“I enchanted it. Enter the name of the person you want to speak to, followed by their universe designation. You should be able to call them.”

“Seriously?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “I was talking to Bruce a few hours ago about how I wanted to see Y/N 1174 or Wanda 1856. That they might know a little more about what’s going on.”

“I can’t get you to them, but I can get you to talk to them. Go ahead, try it.”

I look down at the phone and do just that. I type in Wanda 1856’s information first and click call. I bring the phone up to my ear and wait, the ringing causing my heart rate to increase. On the fourth ring, she picks up.

“Hello?” I hear on the other end of the phone, and emotions just release from my body. I almost start crying.

“Wanda,” I let out a heavy breath. “My God, it’s good to hear your voice.”

“Y/N?” She sounds very confused, and I don’t blame her. “616 Y/N? Is that seriously you? How?”

“My Strange enchanted a phone. It allows me to call across universes.”

“Well that’s cool,” she says, a little dumbfounded. “Are you calling about my outbursts?”

“Your… outbursts?” I ask.

“Yeah. There have been… instances, for lack of a better term. Chaos magic is pouring out of me at alarming rates. And I mean alarming. I accidentally broke our fence, throwing a softball around with Ariel. My magic propelled it straight past her and through the fence.”

“Oh, Jesus, Wanda, is Ariel okay?”

“Yeah, she’s okay. She wasn’t harmed. Just scared. You don’t know about this?”

“I thought something might be happening, because Bruce measured some spikes in some of the universes that the Scarlet Witch and I visited. But I didn’t know what it was.”

“You’re seeing it in other universes? All of them?”

“No,” I say hesitantly. “We aren’t seeing the spikes in the universes where…” I trail off. I can’t bring myself to say it.

“Where the Scarlet Witch killed the Wandas?” 1856 says. I nod without thinking, as if she can see me.

“Yeah,” I say quietly. “And my heart breaks every time I think about it.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it, Y/N. You’re not responsible for the Witch’s actions, and you’re doing what you can do to prevent her from coming back. But I really would like to not accidently kill my kid.”

“I know, I want Ariel safe, too. My next call is to 1174 me. She apparently works for 1174 Strange, and they do a lot of research into the mystical.”

“Yeah, that would be good. Keep me updated, okay? I hate walking on eggshells around my kid.”

“I don’t want you to have to do that, Wanda. I promise, every time I know something new, you’ll be the next to know. I feel protective of you and Ariel and 1856 me, I don’t want anything to hurt you guys.”

“I appreciate it, Y/N. Stay safe, and keep Wanda safe, okay?”

“You got it, Wanda. You do the same.” I remove the phone from my ear and end the call. I look up at Strange. “1856 Wanda says that Chaos magic has been coursing through her like never before. She accidentally almost hit her kid with it while they were playing.”

“That’s not good,” Strange says, rubbing his chin. “Alright, call 1174 you. I’m going to go back to the Sanctorum and check on Wanda. Give me a call when you’re ready to come home and I’ll open a portal for you.”

“Sounds good. Thanks, Strange.” I nod, already dialing my own name. I hear the sound of his portal forming and then disappearing a moment later. Putting the phone up to my ear I hear the sound of the call going through, but no one picks up. I hear the voicemail introduction, but instead of a beep to leave a message, the phone hangs up. I try to dial again, and the same thing happens. I sigh and tuck the phone away for now, going back to tinkering with the band.

A few more hours of tinkering and trying to call 1174 me, and I’m tired. Maybe not physically, but mentally. My mind is running with worry and fear. For myself, for the other universes, and most importantly, for my Wanda and our baby.

The enchanted phone rings. I look at it for a moment before picking it up.

“Hello?” I say into the receiver.

“Who is this?” The voice on the other end says, sounding a little dangerous.

“Uh, you called me,” I say, confused.

“I got two calls from this number earlier, both say unlisted. How the fuck am I supposed to know who this is?”

A lightbulb goes off in my head and I sigh with relief.

“Y/N, it’s 616 Y/N.” I can practically feel the tension leaving the conversation at the revelation.

“Y/N, Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” other me says. “How can you call me? Do you know about all this Chaos magic?”

“We aren’t seeing any of it here on 616, but I just spoke to Wanda 1856 and weird shit is going on with her magic.”

“Yeah, with my Wanda, too.” She sighs. “Strange and I are working on it, but it’s difficult. We’ve been able to figure out that the extra chaos magic is coming from somewhere with an abundance of it, like it’s active, but unused. But we haven’t been able to pinpoint where it’s coming from. It’s like it doesn’t exist in any known universe.”

My brain starts thinking. And when my brain starts thinking, I get an idea. And when I get an idea, I desperately want the evidence to disprove my hypothesis.

“I think I might know what’s happening,” I tell her. “But I might need you and your Strange’s help to fix my travel bracelet thingy.”

“What’s going on?” 1174 me asks. “What do you know?”

“Nothing!” I say quickly. Then I sigh. “Nothing definitive. I have a hypothesis. One I hope the evidence will disprove, but I’m not confident it will.”

“Care to share?”

“Not until I’ve looked into it a little more. Listen, can you help with this bracelet or not?” 1174 me sighs over the phone and goes silent for a minute.

“Yeah, I can help. What’ve you got?”

She and I spend the better part of two hours fixing the bracelet. Once it’s done I thank 1174 and tell her that I will call her as soon as I know anything more about my hypothesis. I hang up the enchanted phone, take out my actual phone, and call my Strange. He doesn’t pick up, but a moment later a portal appears. I grab the bracelet and step through the portal back into the Sanctorum. Strange is there to greet me, reading a book in the foyer. When the portal closes he snaps the book shut and walks over to me.

“Did you get any more information?” He asks.

“Yeah,” I nod. “An abundance of Chaos magic coming form somewhere in the universe, but 1174 Strange can’t pinpoint where it’s coming from. He doesn’t know if it even originates in a universe.”

“And you think you know where it originates from?” Strange asks, raising an eyebrow. I nod and open my mouth to tell him, but I’m interrupted by my Wanda coming around the corner.

“Y/N!” She sighs, picking up her pace to get to me. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me.

“Hey, baby,” I purr. “See? Made it back in one piece. Nothing to worry about.” I look up at Strange, a nervous expression on my face. “But I’m not back for long. There’s still something I have to take care of.”

“Can it wait?” Wanda asks, her gaze pleading. “There’s something that I… need you to take care of.” I look over at Strange again, and he shrugs.

“Um, how long is this project you need me to do, Wanda?” I ask.

“Not long,” she shakes her head. “An hour, maybe less. Depending.”

“Depending?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. She waves me off and starts pulling me away from the foyer.

“Okay, baby,” I say, allowing her to pull me away. “An hour.” I follow her down the hallway and up the stairs, straight into our room. When we enter, she closes the door. “What do you need done in here, baby?” I ask her, looking around. “There doesn't seem to be anything wrong.”

“There’s not.” She says, walking over to me and pressing her body against me. She leans in to whisper into my ear. “These hormones are making me horny as fuck, and I need you to take care of that for me.” All of worries about the Chaos readings and whatnot fall away at her words.

Wanda has been… insecure since we found out she’s pregnant. In the way where she doesn’t feel pretty enough, doesn’t feel important enough, that I don’t find her attractive anymore. But the truth is, pregnant or not, Wanda is the most attractive person I’ve ever seen. My pussy drips as her breath reaches my ear. I bite my lip as I turn to face her, my expression full of need and desperation. I take her by her hips and hoist her onto a sitting position on our bed, sinking to my knees on the ground. I slide my hands up her thighs as I look into her eyes, my lip still between my teeth.

“God, baby, you’re beautiful,” I breathe. My fingers work slowly as I pull down her sweatpants and underwear. Wanda’s clit has gotten bigger since she got pregnant, which she’s also insecure about, but I love it. Her clit still fits so nicely in my mouth, and I prove to her that I love it by taking her clit between my lips and sucking, flicking my tongue over the engorged nervesack. Wanda moans loudly as I suck, her hand grasping my hair. I watch as her eyes roll back in pleasure, and I know she doesn’t have long. My tongue travels through her folds until it pokes inside her, my upper lip closing around her clit.

My fingers dig into Wanda’s thigh as she grinds against my mouth, her gasps making me as wet as my mouth is making her. My tongue exits her and starts a flood of messy, desperate licks along her folds and over her clit. Wanda cries out as she comes, her slick spraying all over my lips, tongue, and chin. My tongue goes crazy as I lap up every last drop of her as she comes down from her orgasm with slow and steady breaths. I kiss her thigh a few times before leaning back on my haunches.

“Did that satisfy you for now, baby?” I ask. Wanda bites her lip and silently nods. “Good. When I come back, I can do a much better job for you, okay?”

“Okay,” she says breathlessly. After a pause, her face scrunches up a little. “Do you really have to go? I thought Sam was giving you time off from missions and stuff to support me through relearning my powers and my pregnancy."

“I do,” I nod. “This is something that only I can handle.” I place my hands on our bed on either side of her and pull myself up and place a sweet kiss on her lips. “I promise to come back to you, Wanda.”

“I know you will,” she sighs against my lips. “I just don’t like being without you.”

“I know.” I whisper. “I won’t be gone any longer than I have to.” I place another small kiss on her lips before I stand. “Please don’t wait up for me, Wanda. You need rest.”

“Alright,” Wanda pouts, but I know she’ll do as I ask. I wave goodbye and walk out of our room.

I walk downstairs to find Strange. He’s in the artifact room, studying some sort of chainmail thing that’s glowing. I watch him for a minute, tinkering with the light emitting from the object. He looks up to check something and notices me. He clears his throat and puts the artifact down.

“You on your way?” He asks. I nod.

“Yeah, listen, I need you to do me a favor.” I say, taking a few steps forward. “I’m not sure what I’m going to find there. I… I don’t know how long it’ll take, or even if I’ll come back.” Strange nods in understanding.

“I’ll look after Wanda.” He promises. I pull the enchanted phone out of my pocket and hand it to him.

“If I don’t come back and Wanda starts to… unravel, ask 1174 Strange for help. They’ve spent a lot of time researching the multiverse and the Scarlet Witch. He might be able to help.”

“Okay,” he says, turning the phone in his hand. I can tell he isn’t very excited about the prospect of talking to another version of himself. He looks up at me. “But you’re going to come back.”

“I’m going to try-”

“No.” He forcefully interrupts. “You’re coming back. Not only will you do anything to get back to Wanda, but I have to believe you’re going to come back. I don’t want to have to deal with the fallout.”

“I don’t want you to deal with the fallout, either,” I sigh. “Besides, I went through so much to get to Wanda, I’m not giving that up for anything.”

“Then good luck.” Strange takes a step forward and sticks out his hand. I take it.

“Thanks.” I say. I let go of his hand and look at the bracelet, typing in the multiverse coordinates that I need. A portal opens up beside me, and I take no time stepping through it.

I’m back in the candle-lit room, the books moved to different spots than they’d been previously, and magic still pulses in the air around me. My breath shakes as I look around the small room, memories of the last time I was here playing in my head.

“Alright,” I say quietly, taking a few steps into the room. “Is anyone here?”

“You already know I am.” I turn around and come face-to-face with the Scarlet Witch. Or a version of her, anyway. She looks just as she did some months ago: beautiful, powerful, glowing. Her long, red hair flowing behind her, her red eyes glowing with power. This time, however, her body sparkles slightly, and her stomach is as large as Wanda’s.

“I had a hunch,” I say, backing up slightly. “You’re the reason behind the excess Chaos magic, aren’t you?”

“I am the excess Chaos magic, darling.” The Scarlet Witch laughs. “Wanda still has chaos inside her, she can still call on me if she ever wants to, but I’ve been banished to this nonexistent corner of the multiverse.” The witch struts toward me. “Why do you think that is?”

“Because Wanda wanted to come home.” I tell her. “She was still inside you, and she wanted to come home. She wanted me.”

“More than she wanted me? More than she wanted power?” The witch lets out a short, sharp cackle. “Right. Because that makes sense.” She starts to circle me, and I can feel her eyes gazing over my body intently.

“You just want to control her,” I shake my head. “I want to love her.”

“She doesn’t know what love is,” the Scarlet Witch hisses in my ear.

“She does now!” I insist. “With me, she knows love. She knows kindness. She’s cherished and cared for.”

“But she’s left me here to rot!” The Scarlet Witch gnashes her teeth in my face as she comes around to my front again. “So what am I supposed to do? Just sit here and twiddle my thumbs while Wanda gets a good life?” The Scarlet Witch starts walking around me again, her eyes staring into mine until she can’t anymore. “I don’t think so.”

“So you’re releasing Chaos magic into the multiverse for what, kicks?”

“Exactly.” I can hear the smugness in her voice. “What else would you have me do?”

“Uh, I don’t know, not that?” I raise an eyebrow, as if the answer is obvious. I mean, in my opinion, it is. The Scarlet Witch stays silent for a moment, walking around my body slowly, the patter of her feet soft on the wood floor. When she comes back into view, she’s rubbing her chin as if deep in thought.

“I may have a solution,” she says slowly, continuing to circle me. My heart drops at her words, worried about what she’s going to say. “Something that I don’t think you know is that I felt everything Wanda felt.”

“Give me a hundred guesses and I never would have guessed that.” I say dryly.

“Exactly.” The Witch says from my side. “But you can probably infer from what I’ve said that what Wanda felt, or I guess feels for you, I also feel for you.” My head twitches slightly. I may have been able to guess that based on our last encounter, and I might be stupid for not thinking that, but that idea never crossed my mind. I hear the Scarlet Witch scoff behind me. “Yeah. Pretty crazy, isn’t it? Anyway, over the last few months, I’ve realised something.”

“What’s that?” I ask, trying to swallow around a lump in my throat. The Scarlet Witch stops behind me, her hands sliding up my hands to my waist.

“I actually missed you.” She leans in and breathes deeply right next to my ear. “And I hate that Wanda gets all of your time.”

“I don’t know how to help you with that,” I say quietly, the lump in my throat growing bigger.

“I do,” the Witch purrs, her hands riding up my body slowly. She brushes her lips right against my ear as she continues. “Once a month. You spend a night with me once a month. And I’ll use all the extra Chaos magic at my disposal to build myself a space here, in this forgotten corner of the multiverse, instead of forcing it out through the other Wandas.”

“And if I say no?” I squeak, barely able to get the words out. I can feel her lips curl into a freaky smile without having to look at her. The Witch’s fingers dig into my side, right at my breasts, causing a slight bit of pain.

“If you say no, then the Chaos magic keeps escaping through the other Wandas until they, and everyone they love, is dead.” Her words stop me in my tracks.

On the one hand, sleeping with the Scarlet Witch basically means cheating on Wanda. Some people may not see it that way, but I do. Wanda and the Scarlet Witch are two different people with two different motivations and personalities. And I don’t want to cheat on Wanda.

“She never has to know,” the Scarlet Witch whispers in my ear.

“Shut up,” I growl. “I’m trying to think. Please try not to read my mind while I do so.” The Scarlet Witch chuckles, but doesn’t say anything more.

On the other hand, if I do this, I’m ensuring peace not only for my Wanda, but for all the other Wandas in the multiverse. And once that fact has entered into my brain, I don’t think I can give up the certainty of peace.

“Okay,” I say quietly. “But there have to be some ground rules.”

“What sort of ground rules?” The Scarlet Witch asks me, walking around my front to look me in my eyes. Her arms are crossed over her stomach and she wears a slight pout.

“First thing’s first, this is something that happens once every calendar month. So say I come here on the first of June but then don’t come back until the thirty-first of July, it counts. Sometimes my schedule with Wanda and the Avengers is unpredictable, and I need you to be accommodating of that.”

“That is acceptable,” the Witch nods.

“Second, I need a way to contact you. A phone, a notebook, something. So we can plan these days after I leave here. Because if we plan for the fifth or something and Sam has me going on a mission that interferes with our plans, I don’t want you going all witchy because I can’t tell you that I won’t be able to make it. You need to be able to write back to me, too.” The Scarlet Witch twists her wrist and a plain red Composition notebook appears in her hands. She holds it out for me and I reach for it. Just as I’m about to grab it, I pause. “I also need to be the only one who can read this.” I say, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t want Wanda opening this, seeing our correspondence, and having her heart broken.” The Scarlet Witch rolls her eyes, as if she wanted Wanda to know about everything going on here,  and waves her hand over the notebook.

“There. Now if she opens it, she’ll see a blank notebook.”

“Thank you,” I say, taking the book. I think for a moment before looking back up at her. “Speaking of Wanda-”

“I don’t want to speak about her,” the Witch growls. “A rule of my own: when you’re here, you don’t speak about her.”

“I can accept that,” I nod, not wanting to speak about Wanda while I’m here, either. “However, I need to call you something. I’m not calling you Wanda, but I don’t want to be calling you Scarlet Witch the whole time, either.” The Scarlet Witch looks at me, as if she hadn’t thought about this. I can see the gears in her head turning as she thinks.

“Ana,” she says after a moment. “You should call me Ana. It’s my… Wanda’s… adoptive mother’s name. She used to use it sometimes when she and Pietro were trying to survive in Sokovia.”

“Okay,” I nod slowly. Then I take a step forward and hold out my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Ana.”

The Scarlet Witch– Ana– takes half a step back, looking at my hand in surprise. After a moment of silent contemplation, she takes my hand gently.

“You as well, Y/N,” she says quietly.

“Great. Now, I don’t know if you can get into Wanda’s mind from here, but if you can, I do not want you saying anything to her about our arrangement.”

“Fine,” Ana grumbles. “No fun for me, I guess.”

“Not at all,” I shake my head. “Last thing I would like to hammer out, I’d like an easy way to get here. A spell card like you gave me the first time that I can keep in the journal or something. Trying to find the exact coordinates with this,” I say, holding up my arm to look at the bracelet, “was difficult. Plus I’m not sure it’ll work after this, since it broke last time.”

“I can do that.” Ana waves her hand again, and I feel the notebook in my hand shake. I open it to the first page, and glittering words are revealed on the page. “Sit in a dark room and place eight candles in a circle at north, south, west, east, northwest, northeast, southwest, and southeast. Light them. Then hold another lit candle as you say the words. It’ll take you right here. In order to get back, just say the spell backwards.”

“Okay.” I nod. I close the book again and look at her.

“Are you ready?” Ana looks at me, hungrily.

“Actually, one more thing.” I say, clearing my throat. “I would say that I’m okay with anything we do here. But you can’t disfigure me. Nothing that will leave scars, burns, or anything like that.”

“I like you the way you are,” Ana shrugs. “I wouldn’t have even considered it.”

“Alright.” I nod. “Good.” I turn toward the bed and toss the notebook onto the nightstand. Then I turn back to Ana. I reach out to her and take her hand, running my thumb across the back of her hand. “Come here, Ana,” I whisper. She walks toward me immediately, and I know instantly that this time around will be different than last time. Ana’s putting me in charge.

When she’s next to me, I wrap my arms around her butt, lift her into the air and walk her over to the bed. I lay her down on it and crawl on top of her, my lips moving to kiss Ana’s neck. The good thing about the Scarlet Witch and Wanda being two versions of the same people is that their sensitive spots are all the same.

As I’m kissing Ana’s neck, her arms come up to grasp at my back and I get an idea. Last time, Ana had me trapped the whole time, using me as she wanted. Since she’s giving me control this time around, I’m going to do the same thing to her.

I take her arms and pin them above her head on the bed and place my hand over her wrists. Then I use my powers and trap her wrists in solid plasma and attach them to the bed. Her eyes open in shock and she starts to protest, but I stop her by placing a kiss on her lips.

“You submitted to me this time,” I murmur against them, kissing the corners of her mouth. “There will be no protests out of you.”

“Mhmm,” she nods, staying silent as I kiss along her jaw. I kiss all the spots I know Wanda likes along her neck, stopping to suck at her most sensitive spot right on her carotid. Ana lets out a moan as I suck, her chest catching at the peak of her breath.

I start to kiss further down her body and get stopped by Ana’s clothes. As I pull back slightly to figure out how I’m going to get these clothes off of her, they disappear. I look up at Ana and scowl.

“You just took all the fun out of that,” I scold her. Ana grows a smirk on her face and shrugs.

“Guess you’ll have to punish me then.” She says. I don’t waste any time and smack her breast, eliciting a squeal from Ana.

“Oh, you like that, then?” I smirk and slap her breast again. This is something that’s new, something that Wanda doesn’t like. It’s something I can explore with Ana. I bring my head down and lick her left nipple to make the area wet before I move my mouth to her right breast and take her nipple into my mouth. With my right hand I reach up and grasp her left nipple between my fingers, pinching it until it gets hard and rises from her breast. Once it’s nice and high, I take my hand and slap her breast again, making sure to get a large chunk of her nipple.

“Uh,” Ana moans, arching her back at my touch. “Mmm, yeah, I like that. I love that.”

“Good to know,” I growl against her breast, taking her now hardened nipple between my teeth and biting down slightly. Ana groans again, writhing underneath me in pleasure. I let go of her nipple and open my mouth wider, this time closing my teeth around her entire nipple and part of the fat on her breast. I slap her breast one more time, as hard as I can, before I pull my mouth off her nipple with a pop. I sit on my haunches and run my hands down her stomach, then down her legs. When I reach her ankles, I spread her legs apart, wide enough to settle in between her legs comfortably, and trap her legs to the bed with my plasma as I did with her hands.

“I can’t move,” Ana whines, wiggling against her restraints.

“Like I couldn’t move last time?” I raise an eyebrow at her accusingly. “You’re much more powerful than me, Ana. You could free yourself at any time.” I cross my arms over my chest, stopping my advancement. “Do you want to take over? You can. You can be in charge, just like you were last time. Or you can let me be in charge this time. And you can take back control next month.”

Ana looks up at me, clearly fighting between having me take care of her, and going back to something easy and taking control. But she nods and settles into the bed, telling me to keep going. I smile and place my hands back on her legs, leaning in and moving my hands up her legs.

“Good choice,” I purr, dipping my head to place kisses along her left leg up toward her core. When I reach her inner thigh I bring up my hand and glide my fingers up her slit. My thumb teases her clit as my fingers find her hole. I shove two of my fingers inside of Ana, causing her to gasp and shift her body upward from the force. She bangs her head against the pillows and closes her eyes, inhaling deeply. “Eyes on me, baby, eyes on me.” I say, my voice stern. Ana listens to me, opening her eyes to look at me. She opens her mouth in another gasp, and I smile at how wide her mouth can go. “That’s it, baby, stay with me, now.”

I curl my fingers inside of her, and Ana’s mouth drops even wider than I expected. I tickle Ana’s insides with my fingertips, finding the spot inside her that really makes her cry out. When her legs are pulling at her restraints and I know she’s close, I bend down and place my lips on her clit, sucking hard on her bundle of nerves. I move my lips around her clit, messaging it with my lips.

With one last flick of my tongue, Ana clenches around my fingers and screams. Her scream pierces my eardrums louder than anything I’ve ever heard, but I don’t try to cover my ears. I want to feel her around me, her cum on my fingers, her thighs shaking around me. As she comes down I bring my fingers out of her, bringing them up to my lips to suck on them.

“Mmm,” I moan, her juices dripping onto my tongue. “You taste incredible.” I shoot her a glance over my hand. “Do you want a taste?” Ana nods her head excitedly, opening her mouth slightly. I bring my fingers back down to her pussy and slide both fingers through her folds. Then I slide my body up the bed and hold my fingers above her lips. “Wider, Ana. Open wider.” She does as I ask, but it isn’t as wide as she’d been earlier. “Come on, Ana, wider. I know you can open wider.” A glint shines in her eye as she opens her mouth as wide as it had been when I curled my fingers inside her. “There’s a good girl.” I smirk as I lower my fingers into her mouth. I wipe my fingers on her tongue, using it as if it were a paper towel. After a moment I take my other hand and place it under her chin, pushing up lightly. She gets the hint and closes her mouth around my fingers, her tongue swiping over my fingers as she works to get all of herself off of me.

When she’s cleaned my fingers completely, I reach back to touch the plasma around both of her ankles, causing the stuff to disappear. Then I touch the plasma around her wrists, transforming it into a liquid. Quickly, I flip Ana onto her stomach and harden the plasma around her wrists once again.

“I’m going to trust you to do what you’re told with your legs,” I tell her, bringing my hand down on her ass. She bucks her hips, groaning at my touch. I reach my hand underneath her, once again wetting my hands with her slick, and move it through her crack. I wave my hand in front of me, creating my own dildo out of plasma. I pull on her hips to bring her ass into the air, but I don’t take any time before I open her ass cheeks and ease my dildo into her ass.

Ana groans as I enter her as she allows me to push her forward into the bed. She relaxes her muscles, making room for my cock.

“Do you like that?” I ask her through my teeth, bringing my hand up and back down on her ass once more. “Do you like my cock in your ass?”

“Yes!” She cries, her hands desperately grasping onto the sheets. “Fuck, I love your cock in my ass!”

“That’s fucking right,” I growl, taking my other hand and smacking her other ass cheek. “Take my fucking cock up your ass, Witch.” I lean down and grasp her hair in my fist, pushing her face into the bed. “How does it feel to have no control, hmm? Does it feel good? Having me ruin you like you ruined me.”

“Fuck, tear me apart!” I watch as her mouth opens, drool starting to pool around her lips and on the sheets. I can see her eyes rolling back in her skull as she loses her senses.

I pick up speed, slamming into Ana, connecting our hips at a higher speed than I think either of us were expecting. I tighten my grip in her hair and push her deeper into the bed, a new side of me emerging. I listen as Ana’s gasps and moans become shorter and closer together, and her legs start to lose their strength. I bring my free hand around Ana’s hip and start to slap her clit. Ana lets out a loud moan.

“I’m close,” she whines, pushing deeper into me. I grin and switch it up, placing two fingers back inside of her and flick her clit with my thumb, placing a lot of pressure on her nerves. Moments later she gushes on me, more liquid than I’ve ever coaxed out of anyone. I pull my fingers out of her so she sprays all over the sheets and let go of her hair, using both of my hands to grip her hips tightly as I slam her deeper and harder onto my dick a few more times. She cries out with every pull, more and more cum falling onto the sheets.

When she’s finally done I rip my cock out of her and get off the bed, moving to stand right in front of her. I wave my hand in front of me, causing the plasma attached to me to disappear. Then I sink to the floor, kneeling beside Ana.

“Was that satisfactory for you, Witch?” I ask her quietly. She nods as if it’s difficult for her to speak.

“Next time,” she says, her breath heavy. “I’m taking control again.”

“As you wish.” I mutter, standing back up. I straighten myself up and go to grab the notebook. I open it to the front page and say the spell backward, opening a portal. With one more look at Ana, still in the same position, watches me, her eyes lazy. I wave my hand and remove the plasma from her wrists. She immediately falls onto the bed, attempting to catch her breath. Then I step through the portal.

It’s night in New York when I get back. Pretty late, by the looks of it. There are no candles lit in the artifact room, and Strange is usually up past midnight in there. I stop at the foot of the stairs and take a breath. Then I pull out my enchanted phone and dial Wanda 1856. It rings a few times before she picks up.

“Y/N?” She says in a groggy voice. “Do you know what time it is?”

“I’m sorry,” I say quietly. “I just wanted you to know that the Chaos magic situation has been dealt with.”

“Really?” She asks, sounding a little more awake now. “How?”

“I don’t really want to discuss that right now,” I say, looking up the stairs. “But I promise to visit soon and discuss it with you.”

“Okay,” she says, going back to her groggy voice. “As long as I don’t have to worry about hurting Ariel again, we’re good.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” I promise her. “Get back to sleep. We’ll speak soon.” I remove the phone from my ear and hang up the call. I grip the phone and notebook tightly in my hands and climb the stairs.

I enter the room I share with Wanda quietly, not wanting to wake her. I strip down until I’m naked, tossing my clothes into our hamper. Then I place the notebook and phone on my bedside table and crawl into bed next to Wanda. She’s facing away from me, breathing evenly. I scoot close to her and wrap my arm around her middle, placing my hand softly on her belly. She wiggles in bed, turning her head toward me.

“Y/N?” She mumbles. “You’re back.”

“I told you I’d be back, baby.” I whisper to her, kissing her ear.

“I know.” She says, pushing herself into me. “Did you deal with what you needed to deal with?”

“I did.”

“Good.” She sighs as she turns back, easily falling back into sleep. I let out a deep sigh and try to settle in. Then I see a light out of the corner of my eye. I turn away from Wanda and see the notebook glowing. When it dies down, I turn fully away from Wanda and grab the notebook. Opening it to the page after the spell, I see a message written on the page.

“Excuse me,” I jump a little as a hand touches my shoulder. I turn to see one of the paramedics working on this world’s Wanda. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s alright,” I shake my head. “I was just thinking. Not paying attention to my surroundings. How can I help you?”

“Ms. Maximoff, she needs to get to the hospital. But she won’t go without speaking to you.”

“To me?” I ask, pointing at myself. “Are you sure?” The paramedic doesn’t respond, she just turns and points to the ambulance. Wand1174 is sitting up slightly, looking at us. When she notices me looking, she weakly beckons me over. I look over to the paramedic before following her to the ambulance.

Wanda 1174 reaches out for me as I approach, and after a moment of hesitation, I take her hand.

“Ms. Maximoff,” I say, but she shakes her head.

“Come on, Y/N,” she responds weakly, rolling her eyes. “You might not be my Y/N, but you are a Y/N, and I know enough about the multiverse to know we mean more to each other in every universe than to refer to each other like that.” I smirk and bow my head, nodding slightly.

“Alright, Wanda,” I concede quietly. “But you really need to get to the hospital. She really did a number on you.”

“I will, I will,” she assures me. “But I need to…” her sentence is interrupted by a long, loud coughing fit. It goes on for quite a while, and I glance over to the paramedics who are looking at Wanda, concerned.

“Wanda,” I urge her, squeezing her hand slightly. “You really need to get to a hospital.”

“I will, just shut up and listen for a second.” Wanda takes a few deep breaths, struggling to intake air. “She left a message for you.” Her words freeze me in place. I’ve chased my Wanda through nine different timelines at this point, and never once has she left me a message. “She wants you to know that she understands why you’re coming after her. But she wants you to stop. She knows what she wants. And she’s going to get it, no matter what.”

“She thinks she knows what she wants.” I mumble. “But she’s sad, angry, grieving. I don’t think she understands that her life doesn’t have to end with the destruction of her hex.”

“She lost her husband and her children, Y/N. That’s going to sting for anyone.” My heart drops into my stomach. I know Wanda loved Vision. She probably still does. But the version of him that she created wasn’t real, and neither were her kids. Their destruction with the hex proved it.

And it’s always hurt that Wanda’s never noticed me. Not in the way that I’d like her to. Not in the way I’ve noticed her. You can’t blame people for who they fall in love with, so I don’t blame her for falling for Vision, but I also can’t blame myself for falling in love with her. Wanda 1174 notices the change in my attitude and reaches over with her free hand to grasp my forearm.

“If it’s any consolation, Y/N, I end up with you in this world.” She nods her head across from us to where the police are holding back bystanders. After a moment I notice a woman who looks very similar to me, just with longer and darker hair. She looks right at me and nods. I turn back to Wanda 1174.

“These weren’t Vision’s kids that my Wanda killed, were they?” I ask, stunned.

“Your Scarlet Witch,” Wanda 1174 corrects me. “She isn’t Wanda. Not consciously, anyway. Your Wanda would never do this. But to answer your question, no. She kept asking for Billy and Tommy, but in this world, I never fell in love with Vision. I fell in love with you.” Wanda 1174 starts to cry, tears forming clear paths down the ashes on her cheeks. “Our daughter Dakota was eleven. And our son Carson was five.” Wanda 1174 takes a deep, shaky breath. “She was angry. I’m not sure if it was because I didn’t have Tommy and Billy, but she didn’t start to get really angry until she saw the photos.”

“The photos? What photos?” I ask. Wanda 1174 looks past me to her Y/N and smiles sadly.

“Our wedding photos.” Wanda 1174 whispers. Her voice is full of love and adoration, but her face quickly turns sad. “How will she ever forgive me?”

“What do you mean, Wanda?” I ask her.

“My Y/N… I lost our kids. How is she ever going to forgive me?”

“Wanda, look at me,” I say, sitting down on the side of the ambulance to get closer to her eye level. She continues to stare at her me for a moment before meeting my eyes. “As maybe the world’s leading expert on, well, me, she’ll be devastated about your kids. But at the same time, she’ll be more than grateful that you are still alive. Lean on her. And let her lean on you. Grieve with her. And rebuild as much of your lives as you can together.” Now it’s my turn to look back over at me. We make eye contact again and I know in my heart that what I’m saying is true.

“Ma’am,” one of the paramedics approaches us and places a hand on my arm. “I’m sorry,” he looks down at Wanda 1174. “But we really need to get you to the hospital. I must insist that you continue this conversation later.”

“Alright.” Wanda 1174 nods. She looks up at me as the second paramedic comes over to help load her into the ambulance. “Y/N, you can convince her to come back. I’m certain of it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Wanda. Thank you.” I tell her as the paramedics close the door to the ambulance. As they drive off, sirens wailing, I turn and head toward the gathered crowd. This world’s me is still standing there, waiting for me. She jerks her head back and then disappears into the crowd. I get her message and walk to the crowd, crouch under the police tap and push my way through the crowd after her.

I find 1174 facing away from me a few yards away from the outskirts of the crowd and walk over to her. As soon as I reach her side, she starts to walk forward, so I match pace with her.

“Your Wanda is really making a mess of things, isn’t she?” She phrases it as a question, but she says it as a statement.

“It’s not Wanda,” I say before I can stop myself. Of course it’s Wanda. I mean, kind of. I have to believe Wanda is still in there somewhere.

“No, you’re right, it’s not.” 1174 says genuinely. “I’m sorry. I just…” she sighs angrily, turning to look behind us to where the ambulance had driven away with her wife. I nod, placing a hand on her arm.

“I get it.” I say. She looks at me with grateful eyes.

“Thanks.” We walk in silence for a few moments before she speaks again. “It sucks.”

“I can’t imagine,” I try to empathize with her, but she shakes her head.

“No, you don’t understand.” She pulls out her phone, checks it, and then puts it back into her pocket. “Listen, Y/N, I work for Strange in this world. In 1174, Strange is in charge of the Avengers. He used the timestone to see the future, and he was able to thwart Thanos’ attempt at destroying us before he even began.”

“You… you didn’t fight Thanos in this world?” I gasp.

“No, we didn’t. We’ve always been safe. And since there was no immediate danger, Nat encouraged me to take a chance with Wanda, and she fell in love with me instead of Vision.” She sighs and takes some of her hair in her hand and twirls it between her fingers. “I wish something like that had happened for you.”

“I feel like you’re the exception to the rule, 1174.” I chuckle lightheartedly, but 1174 shakes her head again.

“I’m not. That’s the sad part.” She stops walking. I also stop, a few steps ahead of her, and turn back to look. “I’m not the exception. You are.” My face falls at her revelation.

“B-but every universe I’ve visited before now, that world’s Wanda ended up with Vision. How can I, how can we, be the exception?”

“The multiverse is infinite, Y/N.” 1174 says gently. “There are many more universes where their Wandas and yous end up together, a significant amount more than the worlds where she ends up with Vision.”

“So I really should have been with her,” I whisper. “This is all my fault. All these Wandas and their children dying… It's because of me.”

“No, Y/N, it’s not,” 1174 tries to reassure me, but I shake my head and take a few steps back.

“It’s my Wanda that turned into the Scarlet Witch. It’s my Wanda that is terrorizing other universes. It’s my Wanda wreaking havoc in her wake. If only I had been more present, more aware after the Blip, made sure that she was okay, getting the help she needed, being there for her… I could have stopped all this.”

“You cannot blame yourself for this, Y/N,” 1174 insists. “My Strange knew it would happen eventually. It’s written that it would. You can’t change what is written.” She walks up to me and grips my arm tightly. “But you can bring her back.”

“Wanda 1174 said the same thing,” I sigh. “But honestly, I’m not as convinced. Wanda 616 is… She’s going to be hard to reach. My Strange also thinks I can save her, but what if I can’t break through? What if the Scarlet Witch has her walls so far up that I can’t climb over?”

“You’ll break through. Everyone seems to have faith. Me, my Wanda, both my Strange and yours. I think that has to count for something.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I sigh. “Unless 616 is one of the very minimal universes where Wanda actually hates me.”

“Oh, no,” 1174 shakes her head. “I’ve seen those universes. 616 is far from those universes.”

“But they do exist.” I make eye contact with 1174. She tilts her head, realizing that I’m just leading myself into a spiral.

“Yes, Y/N, they exist. But I doubt that 616 has changed her feelings for you. They are still in there with your Wanda. You just have to find them. And when you find them, you find Wanda.”

“And it doesn’t matter if I believe it, does it?” I mutter. “I still have to try.”

“Yeah,” 1174 nods. “You do.”

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I follow my Wanda through several more universes. 1174 me was right; in most of these universes, Wanda and I are together. Sometimes we have kids, sometimes we don’t. In one universe, magic doesn’t even exist. I have a hell of a time getting out of that one.

In each universe, Wanda leaves me a message.

“Can’t catch me.”

“You’re a little too slow.”

“You can’t save her.”

That last one got me. It feels like Wanda and the Scarlet Witch are two different people. It gives me hope that I will reach Wanda, that I can bring her back.

So I keep looking. I keep following the magic in hopes that I find her.

On Earth 1670, the note only says “Please”. I yell in anger and rip up the note. I’m never going to catch up to her.

“Do you think you could use any help?” I turn around and see Doctor Strange. Not my Doctor Strange, 1670’s Strange. His hair has more color in it, and he doesn’t have any facial hair at all.

“No, um, I’m sorry, I was just curious about what happened here,” I bow my head and try to walk past him, but Strange steps in front of me.

“You don’t have to run, Y/N, I know who you are.” I look up at him. His face isn’t angry or accusatory, just curious. “I’ve been tracking the Scarlet Witch. I think I can help you find where she is.” He shrugs. “Or, I guess, where she’s going next.”

“Really?” My eyes widen. “That would be very helpful, yes.” I look behind me at the wreckage that is Wanda 1670’s house. “I’d like to stop this from continuing.”

“I would as well.” Strange nods. “Can you tell me all of the universes you’ve followed her to?” I nod, and rattle off all the universes I’ve been to on my quest to find Wanda, until we reach this universe.

“So you started on 616,” Strange says, doing the math in his head. “You stopped to talk to a surviving Wanda and her Y/N in 1174, and that was your ninth stop, correct?” I nod. “Okay, and this is Earth-1670. How many universes is this?”

“My seventeenth.” I tell him. “I’ve been following her for a while.” Once again, I look back at the destroyed house behind me. “I caused this.”

“No you didn’t,” Strange says. “It was-”

“If you’re about to tell me that it was written, 1174 me already said that.” I sigh, pulling my fingers through my hair. “Maybe my Wanda becoming the Scarlet Witch couldn’t have been helped, but this?” I say, gesturing to 1670’s house. Or, more accurately, where it used to be. “I should have been able to stop this. I should have been faster.”

“Stop beating yourself up, Y/N.” Strange says aggressively. “This is not on you. But you can help her.”

“Yeah, yeah, I can get through to her, yada yada,” I roll my eyes, turning back around to face Strage. “Just tell me how I can find her, Strange. I have to stop this. One way or another.” Strange looks at me. I give him my most determined look. He sighs and nods, stepping closer to me.

“It looks like every time she hops universes, she adds 61.6 and rounds up. So the next universe she’ll visit is most likely 1732.”

“So I should go there?”

“No, I don’t think so.” He shakes his head. “She’s probably already left. Your best bet is to jump a few ahead, try to get ahead of her. Go to universe 1856. Get to Wanda 1856, get her and her family out of the house and wait for the Scarlet Witch to come. Do you have any powers?”

“Yeah,” I nod, “I can summon plasma from thin air, create things from it.”

“Okay, if the Scarlet Witch is going to do what she’s done before and burn the house down, protect yourself using a plasma shield.” He looks behind me at his Wanda’s house. “This one burned quickly. That one will, too.”

“Okay,” I nod. “I’ll give it a shot.”

“If she’s already been there, jump ahead a few more.” Strange reaches out and squeezes my shoulder. “You’ve got this, Y/N. Bring your Wanda home.”

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I knock on the door of Wanda 1856’s house. A few seconds go by, and then a little girl opens the door.

“Mama?” She says, her eyes confused. “What are you doing home? And why are you knocking on the door?”

“Ariel, sweetheart, who’s at the door?” I hear her before I see her. A few seconds later, Wanda 1856 enters my field of vision. All of a sudden, a ton of emotions come flooding to my face. I can feel my face getting red and my breath catches as my heart stops beating. “Y/N?” She asks, confused. “Did you lose your keys or something?”

“I… Um…” It takes me a moment to clear my mind. “Wanda, I need to talk to you.” My eyes dart to her daughter, Ariel. “Perferably outside. Without…” Wanda looks down at her kid, then she kneels down to her level.

“Honey, why don’t you go set up a game of checkers? Let Mama and I have a chat and I’ll come play with you in a few minutes.” The little girl nods and dashes back into the house. I back up so Wanda can step onto the porch. She closes the door behind her. “Y/N, baby, what’s going on?” She tries to reach out to me, but I take another step back.

“I, uh, I’m sorry,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m not your Y/N.”

“What?” 1856 chuckles, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m from Earth-616.” I tell her. “I’m chasing my Wanda who has become the Scarlet Witch.” I take a deep breath, shaking. “She’s raging through different universes, angry that her life, her husband, her kids, have been taken from her. She’s been killing other Wandas and their kids. And I think she’s coming here next.”

“My love, if this is some kind of a joke, it isn’t funny.” Wanda 1856 says, trying to reach for me again, but I pull away.

“It’s not a joke,” I assure her. “And I swear, I’m not you Y/N.” My eyes start to water at her words. “Believe me, I wish for nothing more than to have the life you have.” I sniffle, thinking of all the universes where I get to be with Wanda. “But in my universe, my Wanda fell in love with Vision. He died, and she brought him back to life in a hex. They got married, had two magic babies. Vision and her children were killed when she was convinced to destroy her hex. They were a part of the hex and couldn’t survive without it.” I rub my eyes and nose with my sleeve. “I’m one of the unlucky ones. One of the universes where you and I don’t end up together. Please, call your Y/N, that’ll prove that I’m not her, and that you need to take me seriously.” Wanda cautiously takes out her phone, unlocks it, and presumably calls her Y/N. After a few moments, she looks at me, confused.

“Yeah, baby, everything’s good. Just wanted to check and see how your day is going. Mhm. Yeah. Mhm. Okay, well, it’s Friday. I’m thinking that we take Ariel to the compound for the weekend, let her spend time with her auntie Natty and cousin Carmen. Yeah, I can call Clint to see if the five of us can spend the weekend there. No, no, baby, no need to come home after work. I’ll pack a bag for you, just meet us at the compound, okay? Okay. I love you. Bye.” Wanda hangs up the phone and shoves it into her back pocket. “Okay,” she says, nodding. “I believe you.”

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I wait in 1856’s living room. Wanda 1856 gives me blanket access to anything in her house, but I stick to her couch with her TV. A little after 10, I hear a noise outside. I turn the TV down a few clicks and listen closely. I hear more movement, so I stand up and plant myself in the middle of the living room. A few moments later, I see smoke coming into the living room. Immediately, I conjure some plasma and wrap it around me.

Moments later, the house practically implodes. There’s fire all around me, and I can feel the heat licking at my forcefield. The house turns into nothing in less than ten minutes. When the smoke clears, I stare out at the street where the Scarlet Witch, my Wanda, is standing. She tilts her head, clearly seeing my forcefield in the smoke, but can’t make me out. I wave my hand and the forcefield disappears. I walk through the cinders out to the street where my Wanda’s face turns from confusion to shock.

“You found me.” She says. Her voice is slightly deeper and a lot harsher than it usually is. “I didn’t think you’d figure out my pattern.”

“I had help.” I shrug. “Thankfully I did. Wanda 1856 is a beautiful woman. She’s got a beautiful little girl. Her name is Ariel.”

“I don’t care.” She growls.

“Wanda 1856 is married to 1856’s version of me, Wanda.” I say.

“I’m not Wanda!” She screams. “Not anymore.”

“Yes, you are.” I say, taking a step forward. “You’re Wanda and you’re the Scarlet Witch. But I believe that you don’t have to be both. Or you can be just more Wanda than Witch.”

“I can’t,” she says, her voice faltering. “I need my husband. My kids.”

“Wanda, look around you,” I say, opening my arms. “Look at all the universes you’ve been to. In most of them, you and I are married. We’ve got kids. We’re happy. I know I can’t replace Vision or your kids, but I can help you heal. And not as your girlfriend or partner or wife, but as your friend.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “It’s too late for that.”

“It isn’t, Wanda, I promise.” I hold out my hand to her. “Come back with me. Heal. It doesn’t have to be perfect, but you can have a life again.”

“No, Y/N, you don’t get it.” Wanda’s eyes flare a shade of red I’ve only seen a few times, but her voice starts changing back to how I remember it. “I love my sons. They were my everything. And yes, I did love Vision. A part of me still does, I guess. But I have never, never, loved Vision as much as I’ve loved you. As much as I love you still.” Something in her eyes flickers, and I realize I still have a chance.

“Wanda, I-”

“I’m not Wanda!” Her scream is piercing, and I instinctively cover my ears. When I look up again, Wanda’s hair is redder and flowing around her. She’s conjured a cape and the wind flows through it gently. When her mouth closes, I stand up straight and bring my hands from my ears.

“Wanda, I love you, too.” I say, and I see the wind falter a bit, her hair lay flat and her cape drapes down, for just a second. “I have, from the moment we met. And maybe it would be different if I had been a little older or a little braver. Maybe if I had been there for you after the Blip I could have helped you through your grief. And now your grief is threefold and for that, Wanda, I am so sorry.”

“Stop calling me WANDA!” Her voice goes back to that deep and harsh sound. She brings her hand back, her fingers glowing red, and she throws Chaos magic my way. I throw up a plasma barrier and block her strike, but she goes in for a second throw straight away. Then a third and a fourth. I block every one, but each hit comes harder and harder, pushing me back towards the remains of Wanda 1856’s house.

“Stop it!” I yell at her. “Come back home! Be with me, and don’t forget, but accept!” I beg her. “Accept your past and look to your future, Wanda, please!”

“I have no future!” She screams, throwing out a lasso of Chaos magic. I narrowly dodge it and throw out plasma disks in front of me, just enough so I can run on them. I make my way to her through the air and grab her from behind, wrapping my arms around her, trapping her arms against her body. In the background, I can hear the faint sound of sirens.

“You have a bright future, Wanda.” I say into her ear. “You’ve made some mistakes, sure, but there’s so much more good in you than evil. You can come back from this. I will help you with that, but please, I don’t want to kill you.”

“You’re going to have to.” Wanda growls. “You just. Won’t. Listen!” Wanda uses her magic to throw me off of her. I don’t have time to protect myself and land hard on the pavement. I land on my back, but hit my head pretty hard. I start to hear ringing and hold my head as I sit up, dots coming into my vision. Wanda lowers herself to my level, and I can see that she’s no longer mostly Wanda. She is mostly the Scarlet Witch. The smile on her face spreads from ear to ear, giving my brain nightmare fuel for decades. “If you mean what you say, Y/N, and you really do love Wanda and believe that she can be saved, come find me.”

Saliva dribbles from her lips as she starts to laugh. Her Chaos magic surrounds her and a few moments later, when her magic clears, she’s gone. In her place on the pavement in front of me is a piece of paper. I pick it up. It looks like a business card. On the front in fancy, printed, red  calligraphy is her title, ‘The Scarlet Witch’. I flip it around. At first it’s blank. Then after a few seconds, writing starts to appear. It’s in the same red color as the print on the front, but it’s in Wanda’s handwriting. It reads ‘Come find me. Show me how much you love me.’ Then some more writing appears. It’s in a language that I don’t understand, but I know it’s a spell. I put the card in my pocket.

I look up to see emergency vehicles approaching, their lights blinding. I try to stand up, but it’s difficult, with my head pounding and my vision blurry. I manage to stagger onto my feet and I start hobbling away from the house. I keep going, even after I hear people behind me yelling for me to stop. I don’t until I find a payphone. This world, like mine, has started to get rid of them. But I manage to find one a few blocks away. I pull a few coins out of my pocket and put them into the phone. I take a chance that my phone number is the same in this universe and dial it, sinking to the ground with my back against the booth. After two rings, someone picks up, tired and groggy.

“Mmm, hello?” The voice sounds like mine, and I’m relieved.

“Wanda,” I gasp into the phone. “I need… to talk… to Wanda…”

“Who is this?” The voice asks, trying to get around the tiredness.

“Please,” I beg. “Wanda.”

“Who is it?” I hear 1856 Wanda’s muffed voice on the other end.

“I don’t know, some chick asking for you.” 1856 me mumbles. I hear a bit of shuffling and suddenly 1856 Wanda is fully awake on the other end.

“Y/N?” She says. Then I hear other me on the phone.

“Cheating on me with someone who shares my name. Smart.” More shuffling. Then, “Tell her that I hope she’s as good as me in bed.”

“Shush, my love,” Wanda says to 1856 Y/N. Then there’s more shuffling before she speaks to me again. “What is it? What’s going on?”

“Need help,” I say, barely able to speak. “Payphone by your house. Please.”

“I’m on my way.” Wanda says, then the phone hangs up. As the tone sounds, the phone falls from my grasp and I go limp before I completely lose consciousness.

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I start to gain consciousness again in a blinding white room. I hear voices, but they sound pretty far away. As the sounds come into focus, I start to hear the words and distinguish the voices. They sound like Wanda, Bruce, and myself. 1856’s me is speaking.

“You know that comment about you cheating on me was a joke, but I’m surprised at how close I actually was,” she chuckles.

“She’s you, baby, but she’s not you.” Wanda says. “Every one of you is different, just like clearly every one of me is different. I like 616, she seems nice, but she isn’t my Y/N.”

“And clearly I like my Wandas with a little more spice,” I mumble.

“Y/N?” 1856’s Wanda says, coming closer to me. I open my eyes slightly and see the three of them surrounding me. Wanda looks at me concerned, 1856’s Y/N looks at me like she has a million questions, and Bruce looks at me with more intrigue than I’ve ever seen him look at anyone or anything. I smile at him.

“I’m not sure how long I have to explain it to you, Bruce, but I can try.” I chuckle.

“I don’t need a full explanation," he says, shaking his head. “How is this possible? How are there two Y/Ns?”

“Long story short, my Wanda became the Scarlet Witch and has been terrorizing the multiverse to try and get her children back. I’ve been trying to find her in order to stop her.”

“Did she come to our house last night?” Wanda 1856 asks. Y/N 1856 whirls on her.

“The Scarlet Witch was coming to our house?” She asks. “Is that why you wanted to spend the weekend at the compound?”

“I thought she was you when she showed up at the door.” Wanda 1856 reaches out to take her wife’s hand. “She told me the story, and I didn't believe her. But she had me call you, and that’s when I believed her.”

“So what you’re telling me is that our house is gone,” Y/N 1856 nods, pursing her lips. “Great. I’ll have to get in touch with the insurance on Monday, then.”

“Well, it looks like you lost.” Wanda 1856 offers me a smile. “And lost her as well.”

“Not exactly,” I look around for my clothes. “Please don’t tell me you got rid of my clothes.”

“No, they’re right here.” Bruce turns around and grabs something, bringing to my bedside a folded pile of my clothes. I reach out for them, and he places the pile on the edge of my bed. I riffle through the pockets of my pants and find the card. I pull it out to show them. “It has a message on it for me. And a spell on the back. I’m assuming that brings me to her. When I’m ready.”

“You’ll need a few days at least before you’re well enough to even try this spell.” Bruce chuckles to himself. “Your Wanda really did a number on you.”

“She’s not Wanda,” I say at the same time as Wanda 1856 says it. I clear my throat as sort of an apology for speaking over her. “She’s the Scarlet Witch now. But I can bring her back.”

“Can you, now?” Bruce raises an eyebrow. “I’d wager not. Not if she’s the Scarlet Witch.”

“A lot of people seem to believe I can still reach Wanda,” I say, getting a little defensive. “And if there’s even the slightest chance, I have to try.”

“Of course you do.” Y/N 1856 nods, making eye contact with me. “If my Wanda went missing or crazed or anything else, I’d chase her to the edges of the multiverse to get her back. Which clearly you’re doing.”

“If you’re stupid enough to go after her, I might be willing to use Doctor Cho’s new healing pod. She just sent us one.” Bruce tilts his head. “Are you claustrophobic at all, Y/N?”

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Bruce put me in Doctor Cho’s chamber and I felt rejuvenated in a matter of hours. Once I’m out, Y/N 1856 gives me some of her clothes to wear. She’s got better style than I do, and I walk out of the medbay with black combat boots, black jeans, a black tube top, and a faded scarlet leather jacket. Facing 1856’s Wanda and Y/N, the former is practically wiping saliva from her lips while the latter is looking at me like a proud mother.

“If your Wanda can resist you in that, then she really is too far gone,” Wanda 1856 mutters. Y/N 1856 looks over at her and pulls her close, kissing Wanda on her head.

“Don’t get any ideas, Wands,” she mutters into the witch’s hair. “A threesome where two of the people look the exact same is a little strange.”

“Oh, please, don’t be silly my love,” Wanda waves her off, but I can tell she’s thinking about it. My lips turn up in a smile.

“Thanks, guys. I appreciate your help.” I say. “I promise, I’ll do my best to make sure you don’t have to worry about my Wanda anymore.” I purse my lips and shrug. “Although, she might kill me. So, if that’s the case, I’ll be thinking about you, and all the other mes and Wandas, as she tears my intestines from my body.”

“Don’t go into it thinking you’ll die, Y/N,” 1856 Y/N urges. “You have to-”

“If you’re about to tell me to ‘think positively’, I’ll kill you right here and take over your life.” I tease. Y/N 1856 smiles and nods, pulling her Wanda closer.

“Then we’ll just hope for your success.”

“If I succeed, I’ll find a way to get that information to you, so that you don’t have to live in fear.” I promise them. “I don’t want you to be afraid for yourselves, or for Ariel.”

“We would appreciate that very much.” Wanda whispers. “Now go. She Wanda that there’s still life to live.” I nod and pull the business card from the back pocket of my borrowed jeans. I clear my throat and say the Sokovian words on the back of the card. Chaos magic starts to appear around me, blurring my vision until Earth-1856 is no longer visible in front of me. After a few moments the magic fades, and I’m standing in a dark room lit only by candles. There’s a bed and a ton of books, and I can feel the magic pulsating around me.

“You showed up a lot quicker than I was expecting.” I whirl around and face the Scarlet Witch. She’s wearing a dress made of red lace. The fabric stops mid-thigh and her breasts are pushed high. She wears black boots that come to the middle of her calf. Her red hair flows in waves down her shoulders, and she dons a magical crown on her head. She’s beautiful, but I can’t get past the red glow in her irises. The Scarlet Witch saunters toward me slowly, looking me up and down. “But I’m glad you showed up. Especially dressed how you are. You look absolutely scrumptious, Y/N.”

“Wanda, please,” I say, but I stop as her eyes glow slightly. I gulp before continuing. “Please. Set this aside. Come home with me.”

“I can’t.” The Scarlet Witch shakes her head. “I have to get stronger.” She walks behind me and leans in to whisper in my ear, taking my jacket off of me and tossing it behind her. “I can’t bring my family back. I know that. But if I’m going to start a new family with you, I need to be able to protect you. I can’t come back until I know how to do that.”

“Wanda, you don’t have to-” she stops me mid-sentence by grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back. She flicks her tongue out and methodically drags it up my neck, nipping at my earlobe when she reaches it.

“Your dear Wanda is no more, my love.” She laughs in my ear as her right hand comes up to the front of my body, her fingers splayed out as she drags them over my breasts. “It’s only me, now. And I will bring down every other multiverse in order to protect you.”

“I don’t need protecting,” I whisper, but the Witch tightens her grip around my right breast, digging her nails into my skin.

“Of course you do,” she whispers back, kissing my neck. “Vision had powers to match mine, and even he couldn’t survive. I won’t risk losing you, too.”

“You don’t need to be the Scarlet Witch to be with me,” I try to reason, but she just laughs, taking her hand from my breast and shoving me to the ground. I fall on my hands and knees and watch her feet as she comes around in front of me. She kneels before me, one knee on the ground and an arm resting on the other. She puts her finger underneath my chin and lifts my head up to look at her.

“Wanda is a weakling, unable to do anything. She can’t protect you. She can’t love you. She can't…” The Witch’s eyes travel downwards to look at my breasts. “Please you.”

“Yes she can,” I insist. The Witch just laughs and pulls her finger from beneath my chin. I keep my head high and watch and she waves her hand. Magic flows between her fingers and suddenly my hands are bound by her magic, anchored to unknown points in the room. Her magic pulls me into a sitting position, kneeling on the floor with my back straight and my head up. The Witch’s smile widens as she draws closer to me.

“I’ll show you how to truly pleasure someone, Y/N. But here, you’ll be the one pleasuring me. Understood?” I don’t say anything at first. I don’t want to give myself, any part of myself, to the Scarlet Witch. I want Wanda. But that just makes the Witch chuckle. She kneels in front of me again and brings her hand to my temple and tickles my skin with the tips of her fingers. “You will pleasure me. And you will be mine. Do you understand, Y/N?” The Witch’s magic works her way into my brain as she speaks. It forces my brain to think only one thing, to send only two words to my mouth, and for my mouth to say those two words.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” The Witch gnashes her teeth in front of my face excitedly. She tangles her fingers into my hair and pulls me close, kissing me. When I don’t kiss her back, the Witch’s grip tightens on my hair. “Open your mouth.” She commands, and I’m compelled by her magic to do so. With my mouth open she sticks her tongue inside, flicking my front teeth. She grabs tightly onto my neck and deepens the kiss. She moves one of her hands to my chest and pushes lightly. I fall back to sit on my haunches, the magical ropes straining against my wrists. The Scarlet Witch hikes her dress up and straddles me, her tongue continuing to explore my mouth.

As soon as she sits down, my thoughts start to change. She looks like Wanda, even if she doesn’t act like her, and I’d be lying to myself if I said this whole dominance thing wasn’t extremely attractive. What if I can satisfy her? Would she stay here with me and stop going after other Wandas if I can satisfy her? Maybe, but also maybe not. But it’s worth a try. So I will satisfy her, I’ll do whatever she asks of me.

And I’ll love it.

“Wanda…” I moan before I can stop myself. The Witch’s hand is at my throat in a second, squeezing hard to the point where I almost can’t breathe. I gasp for air, my eyes pleading the Witch to let me go. Her red eyes glow with irritation as she speaks.

“How many times do I have to tell you that she isn’t here anymore?” The words feel almost difficult for her to get out. “In here, you will address me as ma’am or my love. Understood?”

“I understand,” I say.

“Understand what?” The Scarlet Witch squeezes my throat. I cough, just to try and get some air in my lungs.

“I understand, ma’am.” I manage to squeak out.

“Good girl,” the Witch purrs as she loosens her grip on my throat. I gulp down air as she stares down at me, smiling. “Now I’m going to take off my dress. And I want you to suck on my tits.”

“But my arms…” I say, pulling against the magical restraints. “It’ll be hard to-”

“You’ll have to figure it out.” The Witch shrugs, magic swirling behind her. Then her dress starts to fall from her shoulders, settling around her waist and exposing her perfect breasts and nipples. Immediately I lean down and capture one of her nipples in my mouth. I flick my tongue over the bud, licking and sucking at the protruding piece of skin. The Witch moans, bringing a hand up to squeeze her other nipple. She places her free hand on the back of my head, pressing me close to her skin. I fight against my restraints, needing to touch her. She chuckles above my head, clearly enjoying my struggle.

I switch to her other nipple, moving her hand away with my nose before taking her nipple in my mouth. I pinch the soft flesh gently between my teeth and flick my tongue over her bud, and I can feel her shiver on top of me. Her hand reflexively grips my hair tightly, yanking it back and causing me to pull her nipple even harder with my teeth. The sounds coming out of the Witch’s mouth tells me she enjoys the pain.

The Scarlet Witch yanks my hair hard, causing her nipple to pop out of my mouth and I breathe heavily as I look up at her. The Witch brings her mouth down onto mine and brings her hand up to capture my breast in her grasp again. She only kisses me for a moment before she trails down my jaw and neck, leaving bitemarks the whole way. I let out a little gasp with each prick of her teeth through my skin, and after each gasp, the Witch bites even harder. Until she gets to the top of my shirt. The hand on my breast reaches up and rips my shirt down to rest under my breasts, then she replaces her hand, making skin to skin contact with my breast.

“Oh, ma'am,” I moan as her lips connect with my nipple. She seems happy with my use of her name and starts grinding on me. That makes me moan even more, but the Witch stops what she’s doing at my extra noises and stands up, removing all contact with me. Wha-?” I whine, begging her with my eyes to come back. As she stands, her dress falls to the floor. She steps out of it and kicks it away from her. Underneath she’s wearing matching red lace panties. I can see that she’s starting to soak through. It looks exactly how I feel.

“Don’t you remember how I said you were going to please me?” She smirks. I nod. The Witch shakes her head. “Out loud, Y/n. Let me hear you.”

“Yes ma’am. I do.”

“Good.” The Witch hooks her index fingers in the waistband of her panties and shoves them around her ankles. She pulls one leg out and steps closer to me. “I know you and Wanda never had sex, but I’m assuming you have had sex with a woman before?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s what I thought.” Another step closer. My eyes are drawn to her pussy, shaven except for a little landing strip. She’s dripping, making my mouth water. She’s inches from me, and a sweet, earthly smell flows into my nostrils. I open my mouth slightly, a little saliva dripping from my lips. I turn my head quickly to wipe my mouth on my shoulder, but the Witch catches me by the chin and directs my attention back to her.

I look into her eyes as she parts my lips with her thumb and sticks her thumb inside. I close my lips around her finger while the Witch moves her finger over my tongue. Then she pops her finger out of her mouth and opens her hand to me.

“Spit.” She commands. I don’t waste any time spitting into her hand. She smiles as she brings her hand down to her pussy and rubs my spit through her folds and over her clit. “Not that I really need this for lubrication.” She bends down slightly as she brings her hand, now wet with my spit and her juices, back to my mouth and inserts two fingers. I moan at the taste of her on my tongue. The Witch takes her fingers out of my mouth and steps over me, my face at perfect pussy level. “Now show me what you’ve got.”

Eagerly I lean in, my tongue flicking out to test the waters. The Witch inhales, waiting. So I go deeper, swiping my tongue between her folds. The Witch moans, her hand gently caressing my face. The flat of my tongue spreads her folds apart and her juices drop down my throat. The Witch moans as I insert my tongue into her hole, spreading her walls apart. The Witch takes a sharp inhale, gripping onto my shoulder for a little balance. I wrap my upper lip over her clit, providing a little more stimulation. The Witch groans in pleasure, her nails digging into my skin. I can feel her body begin to shake over me, so I take my tongue out of her and start sucking on her clit. Her moans grow more audible as I play with her nerves until finally, her hands move to my hair and grip my roots tightly, helping her ride out her orgasm. The Scarlet Witch slathers my face with her slick, and I eat up every last bit of it.

The Witch, still coming down from her ride, steps backward and kneels in front of me, capturing my mouth with hers. She is ravenous in her greed, pushing me back with so much force that if I hadn’t been restrained I would have fallen onto my back. She moves one of her hands down and rubs my clit over my jeans, and suddenly everything I’m wearing from the waist down is gone.

“Ugh, I liked those boots,” I moan into her lips, and the Witch smiles. She pulls away, tapping my nose with a finger.

“They’ve only disappeared from your body. Be good, and you’ll get them back.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You’ve learned rather quickly.” I start to feel an unusual warmness between my legs, a warmness much different from my usual arousal. “I think it’s time to reward you.”

“Please, ma'am,” I say, pulling against the restraints. The Witch grabs between my legs, and there’s another unusual sensation. I look down to see she’s given me a dick, pretty much transparent with red magic flowing inside of it. I look up at her, questioning.

“Don’t worry, my love,” she purrs. “I haven’t gotten rid of anything. Just added something… a little magical.” She wraps a hand around the appendage and I gasp. I can feel her hand on the appendage as if it were my own. “This way, we can both feel the pleasure of me riding you.” The Witch wastes no time straddling me again and lowering herself onto the new part of me. She’s right, I can feel everything with this thing. My mouth opens in a silent gasp as I feel the inside of her, warm and tight, on my magical cock. It’s like a direct connection to my clit, sending all feelings of pleasure to my center.

The Witch kisses my neck as she grinds on me, and I can feel this cock pulsating inside of her. I struggle against my restraints, desperate to get my hands on her. One of the Witch’s hands is on the side of my head while the other one sits on my ribcage, right under my breast as she continuously pulls herself into me, riding on my magical dick.

“Please,” I beg her, pushing my neck as close to her mouth as I can. She bites me right on my carotid, then licks her bite marks.

“What is it, darling?” She plays coy, kissing my neck. “What is it that you-” the magical appendage attached to me twitches inside of her, causing her to gasp mid-sentence. She pauses her ride flush against me, her powerful legs supporting her stance. She bites down on my neck again as a second twitch moves in her, the noise that escapes her throat akin to a squeal. The noise almost makes me ready to come right then and there, but I want to last for her. I don’t know how well the magical cock will work after I finish, and I don’t want to disappoint her if I can’t perform.

“Please, ma’am, I want to touch you.” I whisper into her ear as I pull on the restraints. “I can’t take this anymore. I’m so close to you, yet I feel like I’m not close enough. Please, ma'am, please.”

“This is my show, Y/N.” The Witch licks up the side of my neck as she starts riding again, her thumb brushing against my breast. “I say when you get to do what. And right now, I want you to know what it feels like to suffer when the one you want most is so close that they’re unreachable.”

“No,” I groan, pulling against the restraints even harder. “No, please, I can’t take it, I need to-” Somehow, I manage to break the magical restraints. The Witch snaps her head up to look at my wrists, shocked. I don’t waste any time and wrap my arms around her, gripping her back tightly. Keeping my magical cock inside of her I flip the Witch onto her back and start to move my hips to pump inside her, one hand on the floor for stability while the other one goes to her neck. The Scarlet Witch boasts a wicked smile as I squeeze her windpipe.

“I knew you were powerful.” She chokes. “And breaking out of my magic… I think that proves we were meant to be together. Don’t you think, Y/N? You and me. Not that freak of nature Wanda.”

“She’s not a freak of nature,” I try to say the words forcefully, but it comes out as a groan as I push deeper inside of the Witch. She feels incredible. “I love her,” I murmur as I pull out and slam back into the Witch. I close my eyes and moan, my fingers tightening around her throat.

Suddenly I’m on my back, my arms and now my legs bound by the Witch’s Chaos magic. She’s straddled on top of me, the magical cock she’s gifted me hard as a rock inside of her. She starts to bounce up and down on the cock, her fingers now the ones curled around my throat. She squeezes tightly and opens her mouth, breathing heavily. Her eyes burn red, not just with Chaos magic, but with passion, intensity, and desire. She desires me, the Scarlet Witch desires me. But all I can think about is how much I desire Wanda.

“I told you,” the Witch growls, tightening her grip. “That I’m the one in charge. Why is that so hard for you to understand, Y/N?”

“Yes… ma’am…” I cough. The Witch smiles and lifts herself off of me. I whine as the cold air hits my cock, struggling once more against the restraints. She drags herself up my body and sits on my chest, her pussy wetting my breasts. The Witch lifts her hands from my neck just to grab my chin and force me to look at her.

“Since you decided to be a bad girl and disregard my orders, you’ve got to please me again before you can finish.” Her grin is wide as she watches my face contort into one of dissatisfaction. Not in pleasing her, per se, but in not getting to finish myself. She slides even further up my body until her pussy is directly on my mouth. But this time, things are a little different.

I feel something in my tongue, and then I can’t move it. My jaw is stuck open and my tongue is just out, flat, hanging down to my chin. The Witch starts to gyrate on my face, moving her pussy over my tongue. I moan, desperate to flick my tongue, suck on her clit, anything to feel like I’m giving her pleasure. The Witch’s moans aren’t enough, I need to be actively inside of her. I try to buck, to get her to understand, but my body won’t move either. I’m paralyzed on the ground, watching the Witch’s breasts bounce above me as she rides my tongue like a pro.

“Y/N, you’re absolutely masterful, aren’t you?” The Witch pants, sliding her pussy up my tongue in a way that makes my upper lip come into contact with her clit. She moans my name as she wiggles herself to get my tongue deep between her folds and her juices all over my chin. She moves her body down just slightly so she’s rubbing her clit on my tongue. She pushes her clit into my tongue, gasping in ecstasy. She humps my tongue, getting so aggressive with her movements that she leaves her slick as high up as my nose. Pretty soon she’s coming again, pouring everything she has directly into my mouth. My tongue becomes unfrozen and I immediately lap up her juices, chasing her orgasm. She stays where she is, riding my tongue to overstimulate her high. I do everything I can for her, sucking on her already swollen clit to plump it up more. When the Witch finally stops jerking, she slides back down my body until her ass backs against my magical cock. She moves her backside so the cock is brushing between her ass cheeks. The Witch licks my chin and kisses me. “You didn’t break free. That’s all I asked for. Maybe now I can reward you.”

“Yes, please,” I breathe, nodding my head. The Witch chuckles and raises her hindquarters, lowering herself once again on my magical cock. Her warm, wet pussy glides down effortlessly onto my dick and I moan, my head falling backwards. The Witch laughs as she slides her hands up my body, spreading her slick to my breasts before squeezing them. The Witch massages my breasts as she bounces up and down on my cock, bringing me closer to the edge.

“May I…” I gasp, almost unable to say anything at all. “May I… come…? Please, ma'am, I’m ready.”

“Yes, pet, I give you permission.” The Scarlet Witch purrs, digging her nails into the skin of my breasts. “Come inside me, get me pregnant!” I don’t have any time to question how I could possibly get her pregnant, since this is a magically fake dick and all, before I let go and release. I feel exactly how I imagine having a dick feels, with the build up and my juices shooting inside of her.

“Wanda!” I scream at my climax. “I love you!” I moan as I finish, coming down with the magical dick twitching inside of the Scarlet Witch’s pussy. I open my eyes and watch as the red glow from the Scarlet Witch’s eyes fade, returning to Wanda’s naturally beautiful green. Her body slouches as if something leaves it, the crown over her head disappears, and then she’s looking at me and at the restraints on me.

“Y/N?” She whispers, and I know Wanda is back. Her voice is nothing like the Scarlet Witch’s voice. It’s soft and kind, full of confusion and fear. “Y/N, where are we? What’s happening?” She looks down at our connected bodies and gasps. “Were we…?”

“Wanda,” I breathe, a smile creeping onto my face. “My God, it’s good to hear your voice again.” I shift on the ground, tugging on the restraints. “Listen, I’ll explain this, how we ended up here, everything. Just… maybe you can untie me first? And we could get dressed?”

“Yeah, yeah, sounds good.” Wanda slowly raises off of me and stands up. She gasps as she sees the magical dick. “What is that?”

“Once again, I’ll explain,” I nod, pulling at the restraints a second time. “After you disappear these? And also the dick, too, please. Some very impressive magic, but I very much like walking around with a pussy.”

“Yeah, I like you better that way, too.” Wanda chuckles, avoiding eye contact. She waves her hand, Chaos magic twisting between her fingers, and the restraints on my wrists and ankles, as well as the dick, disappears. I sit up, rubbing my wrists.

“Thanks, Wanda.” I say quietly.

“Don’t mention it,” she responds, looking around. Her eyes land on the dress that the Scarlet Witch had been wearing earlier. She looks at me, and her eyes immediately travel to my breasts, so she averts her gaze. “I… I’m sorry.”

“Wanda,” I whisper, stepping closer to her. I take her hands in mine and squeeze. “You don’t have to be sorry. I promise. I’d like it if you want to look at me.” Wanda doesn’t look up, so I look around for my clothes. I notice them in a pile a few feet away, so I walk over and pick up the jacket. I bring it back to Wanda and wrap it wound her shoulders, covering up her top half. “Here, take this. I’ll get dressed, and I can see if there are some sweats in here for you or something.” I rush back over to my clothes and get them on quickly, pulling on the jeans, shirt, and boots before I start looking around. After a few minutes, I find a matching set of black sweat pants and sweat shirt. I bring them over to her and place them in her arms, taking my jacket back. I turn around so she can change in private, throwing the jacket around my shoulders and putting my arms through. After a few moments, I feel a hand on my arm. I turn to see Wanda dressed, looking at me sheepishly.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey, Wanda,” I say back, taking her hands again and pulling her close to me. “Are you okay? How are you feeling? Can you tell me the last thing that you remember?”

“Um, yes, a little weird but okay, and bringing down Wundagore. But nothing after.”

“Okay, okay, let’s sit,” I say, bringing her over to the bed. We sit on the edge, each with a leg up and tucked beneath us. Wanda lets go of my hands and brings hers into her lap. I don’t want to stop touching her now that I’ve finally got her back, so I place one hand on the calf that’s tucked on the bed and the other on the thigh that is hanging off the bed. “Alright, let’s recount the last few months.”

I begin to tell Wanda about what has been happening the last few months. I try to keep it as PG as I can, but Wanda isn’t stupid. So I end up telling her everything that happened. She’s horrified at what she’s done. She does, however, find a little solace in what I tell her about her fate in most other universes.

“So, Vision and me, that’s an exception to the rule?” She asks.

“Seems like it, yeah.” I nod.

“And in most universes, you and I are together?”

“But there’s no pressure for us to go home and be the same way,” I rush to tell her. “I’m cool with just being your friend.”

“Well, I’m not.” Her words surprise me, and I look into her eyes to find her genuine in her words. She reaches out and grabs the hand that’s sitting on her calf, squeezing my hand. “I want to go back and apologize to America. I want to face my punishment with Strange and see if he would be willing to help me… control my powers. And I want to do all of that with you by my side.”

“I’ll always be there for you, Wanda.” I take my hand off of her thigh and place it over hers. “I promise.” Wanda looks down at my lips quickly before looking back into my eyes.

“This might seem weird,” she says quietly, her shy persona from when she first joined the Avengers showing. “But I want to kiss you. And I realize you’ve already kissed me after this whole… Scarlet Witch detainee thing, but you haven’t really kissed me, you know? And I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, I don’t think I can-” I quiet her down by leaning in and kissing her. It’s soft and gentle, not at all like how I kissed the Scarlet Witch. She takes her hands away from mine and wraps them around my shoulders, her hands resting tenderly on the back of my neck. I bring my hands to her waist and squeeze, my insides churning with an excitement that didn’t show itself with the Scarlet Witch.

I tug Wanda onto my lap by her hips. She unhooks her leg from underneath her body and wraps her legs around me so she’s sitting on my lap. Somehow, the kiss becomes more feverish without becoming more desperate, and there’s clearly a heat between us that has gone unexplored until now.

I break the kiss and nuzzle her neck, breathing in her smell.

“Y/N,” she says, her tone breathy and wanting. I place a single kiss on her neck.

“Not here, Wanda.” I whisper onto her neck. “This place is filled with her. And I only want you. Let’s go home. Strange will help you. You might have to try pretty hard to get back into America’s good graces, but you can do it, and I’ll help you.” I lift my head up and look into Wanda’s eyes. “Wanda, let’s go home.”

“I would like that very much, Y/N.” She whispers back. Wanda stands up from the bed, her hands trailing down until they reach mine, and she pulls me up. She wraps her arms around me and I hug her close. Wanda waves a hand in front of us, opening a portal.

“Wait,” I say as the portal forms. Wanda looks up at me. “We need to make a stop first.” Wanda smiles.

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I knock on the door in front of me. After a few moments, the door opens and there’s a little girl standing in front of me.

“Mama?” She says, once again confused. “But how…?” I smile down at her.

“Would you please get your mommy for me, Ariel?” I ask her. She nods and heads back inside. A few moments later, Wanda 1856 comes to the door. She smiles when she sees me.

“Y/N! Oh, it’s so good to see you,” she takes a step onto the porch and wraps me in a hug. I hug her back tightly. When she lets go, she keeps a hold of my hands. “So everything is good, then?”

“I think so,” I nod, stepping to the side. I gesture behind me to where my Wanda stands at the edge of 1856’s yard by the street. My Wanda waves hesitantly, averting her gaze after she waves. I turn back to Wanda 1856, whose eyes are narrowed.

“There’s still darkness in her,” 1856 tells me. “I can sense it.”

“I know,” I nod. “But we’re going back to our universe, where our Strange will help her to control it. She won’t be a problem anymore. Besides,” I smile at 1856 me steps through the door, wrapping her arm around her Wanda. “She’s got me now. And not just in a friendly way.” I wink before turning and heading back to my Wanda. As I approach her I stick out my arms, taking her by the waist, pick her up, and spin her around. She laughs out loud as she’s in the air, a large, genuine smile on her face. Once she’s back on the ground, she wraps her arms around my neck and I pull her close by her waist and we kiss.

I wrap my arm around Wanda’s shoulders as she magics a portal behind us. Once she’s done that, she turns to face 1856 with me. She sees the 1856 versions of ourselves at the door, and I watch her smile grow bigger. Then, from inside the house, Ariel bursts between them and runs to the porch railing, climbing on it to wave goodbye. My Wanda gasps and turns to me, her hand flying to my chest.

“That’s their kid?” She whispers to me. I nod.

“Yeah,” I whisper back. “Her name is Ariel. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she is,” Wanda says with awe. I look down at her, watching her look longingly at Ariel. “Do you think… Do you think that we could have one of those?”

The compound was quiet at two in the morning.

Natasha liked it that way. She liked the feeling of a building asleep—the way every small sound carried differently, the hum of the ventilation system audible in the absence of everything else, the distant click of the security rotation changing outside. She moved through the dark without turning on a single light. She didn’t need to. She knew this building the way she knew her own hands. She knew every floor plan and camera blind spot, which doors had stiff hinges, which guards rotated at which intervals. She'd mapped it in the first week and filed it away the way she filed everything: without deciding to, without effort, because that was what she was.

She stopped outside Wanda's door.

They hadn't spoken in three days. Not properly. There had been the briefing yesterday morning where they'd sat on opposite sides of the table and Wanda had looked at her notes and Natasha had looked at the wall and Steve had wisely not commented on the atmosphere. There had been the kitchen, where they'd occupied the same room for approximately ninety seconds before Wanda had taken her coffee and left without a word—back straight, jaw set, communicating with complete clarity that she had things to say and had chosen not to say them. There had been the moment in the training room when Wanda caught her eye for just a second before deliberately looking away. The practiced dignity of someone who had decided to be angry and was being thorough about it.

Natasha had let her have all of it. The space, the silence, the cold shoulder delivered with Sokovian precision. She was patient in ways that made most people uncomfortable. She had held positions for thirty-six hours without moving, had operated in hostile territory for weeks on a single objective, had waited out things that should have broken her. Three days of silence from one person was not a challenge. It was barely an interval.

But Wanda had worn the tank top to bed.

Natasha had seen it on the security feed she definitely wasn't supposed to have access to and absolutely had access to anyway. Wanda at midnight, moving through her room, pulling clothes from the drawer, pausing with the tank top in her hands for a moment before putting it on. The thin straps. The soft black fabric she washed separately because she claimed it went thin otherwise. The one they'd talked about a long time ago in the way they talked about things—not with a direct conversation, but with the careful oblique negotiation of two people who understood subtext, the result of which was that the tank top meant yes, before you ask, if you want to.

Wanda was furious with her.

Wanda had also put on the tank top at midnight and gone to sleep in it.

Natasha reached into her jacket pocket and found the bobby pin she kept with certain other tools, because a bobby pin was perhaps the best tool a woman could have. Bobby pins are versatile. Of course, they’re useful to style hair. They can be used on a pressure point to distract. They can be pushed into an eyeball if the situation deems it necessary. They can also pick most standard locks. She held it for a moment in the dark, turning it between her fingers.

She thought about the tank top, about what it meant, and then she crouched in front of the lock.

It took six seconds. A new record for her, the previous being eight.

Natasha eased the door open with two fingers, slow enough that the hinges made no sound, and slipped inside. She pulled it shut behind her with the same patience. Stood in the dark and let her eyes adjust—which happened faster for her than it would for most people, one of the Red Room's smaller gifts that she'd kept without sentiment.

The room smelled like Wanda. That layered scent of whatever she used in her hair, something with flowers in it, and underneath that something else entirely, something that was just her. Natasha's brain had catalogued it without being asked, had filed it alongside everything else she considered essential information, which was everything she chose to pay attention to.

Wanda was asleep on her back, one arm thrown above her head, the sheets pooled at her waist. The tank top was exactly where Natasha had seen it on the feed—thin straps, soft fabric, resting against her skin like a statement.

Natasha crossed the room without sound.

She stood over Wanda and looked. The window let in thin grey light, just enough for someone who knew how to use it, and Natasha had known how since she was a teenager in a facility that didn't believe in wasted resources. Wanda's face was completely slack in sleep. That careful control she wore through the day was gone.  Her lashes were dark against her cheek. Her chest rose and fell in even breaths.

Beautiful, Natasha thought. And dangerous in her own way. The kind of dangerous that wore a different shape than what Natasha was built for, that ambushed from a different direction entirely.

She sat on the edge of the bed so gradually that the mattress barely registered it—distributed weight, controlled descent, the body mechanics of someone who had spent a significant portion of her adult life not being heard. Wanda didn't stir. Her breathing stayed even and deep.

Natasha touched the strap of the tank top with one finger.

That was all she did. Traced the thin fabric, the line of it from shoulder toward center. She watched Wanda's face while she did it and nothing changed—still asleep, still breathing, still entirely unaware.

"You wore it," Natasha said, barely above a breath, not for anyone's benefit but her own. "You're furious with me and you wore it anyway."

She worked the tank top up slowly, inch by inch, watching Wanda's face the entire time. The fabric gathered and Wanda's stomach came into view—the soft skin there, the rise of her ribs with each breath—and Natasha paused with her palm flat against Wanda's ribcage, feeling the rhythm of her. Alive. Completely trusting.

“Can’t tell if that makes you a fucking idiot or incredibly attractive.” She tilted her head, a laugh huffing out from under her breath. “Maybe both.”

She lifted the tank top the rest of the way. Eased it over Wanda's head, worked it free from the arm still raised above her, set it aside on the mattress.

She took in her fill for a few moments, just soaking in the sight of her girl’s sleeping form, before her hands moved. One cupped Wanda's breast, the other traced the line of her ribs down to her waist, and she let herself have all of it. Her thumb dragged slowly over Wanda's nipple and Wanda's breathing hitched—just slightly, a deviation from the steady rhythm—and she shifted a degree on the pillow without waking. Her nipple hardened under Natasha's thumb, responsive even in sleep, and something dark and satisfied settled low in Natasha's chest.

"These are so sensitive," she said, that same low murmur aimed at no one. "Look at you responding for me and you don't even know I'm here." Her thumb moved in a slow circle, watching goosebumps rise across Wanda's skin. "Maybe you're dreaming about me. You usually are."

She spent real time there. Both hands, both sides, her touch calibrated carefully—light enough not to wake, firm enough to pull genuine responses. Her thumb and forefinger rolled Wanda's nipple gently and Wanda's back arched a fraction, chasing it in sleep, her lips parting around a sound that was almost a word. Her breasts were soft and warm under Natasha's palms and she took her time with them, learning what made Wanda's breathing hitch, what made the flush in her chest deepen. She pressed her lips to the curve of one, her tongue tracing light over the nipple, and she felt the shiver that moved through Wanda's whole body even at that.

"Look at you," Natasha said softly, watching a flush spread up Wanda's throat. "Completely mine right now. Mine, always.”

Wanda’s body had no defenses in sleep. Everything that crossed her face was unguarded—the small sounds, the arching, the way her hips shifted toward contact she wasn't conscious of wanting. Natasha read it all.

"Three days," she said. "Three days of pretending you don’t want me, that you hate me." She pressed a kiss to Wanda's sternum, held it there. "You're not as angry as you want to be, baby."

Wanda made a soft sound into the pillow—not awake, not quite, something suspended between—and her hips shifted, her thighs pressing together briefly before relaxing. Natasha went still and waited, one hand flat on her ribs, until she settled.

Then she moved lower.

Wanda's underwear was simple cotton, pale against the dark sheets. Natasha's fingers found the waistband and she peeled them down with the same glacial patience she'd applied to everything else, watching Wanda's face, watching the way sleep held her through each careful inch. She got them to mid-thigh and stopped.

"Blyad'," she breathed, and this one wasn't for no one's benefit. This one just came out.

The fabric was soaked through.

Dark with Wanda’s arousal, the cotton wet and clinging, unmistakable even in the thin light, and the scent of her hit Natasha's system like something physical. She went very still for a moment with her jaw set and her hand on Wanda's inner thigh and every trained instinct she had reminding her she'd decided on a pace and she was keeping it.

"Wet for me," she said, voice dropping lower. "Soaking through your underwear in your sleep. Don't even need me to do anything and your cunt just—" she shook her head once, slow. Dark appreciation. "Desperate little slut. Can't even dream without wanting me, can you?”

She finished drawing them down and off, and she set them on the bedside table.

Then she looked at Wanda properly. The thin grey light was more than enough. Wanda's thighs had fallen open slightly, her body having arrived at its own conclusions without her conscious input. Entirely unguarded. The flush across her chest, the soft swell of her breasts, and between her thighs—wet, visibly, undeniably, her pussy slick in the low light in a way that said everything about what her body had been doing while her mind slept through all of it.

Natasha moved between Wanda's legs carefully, distributing her weight, and brought her hand to where she needed it. Two fingers pressed flat against that bundle of nerves and she felt Wanda's body respond immediately. Slick heat, the give of her, the obscene wet sound of it even at that light contact. Wanda made a small sound and her hips rolled, chasing it even in sleep.

"There she is," Natasha murmured. She kept her pace—slow and deliberate, re-learning what made Wanda's thighs tremble at the edges, what made the flush in her chest deepen. "I could do this all night. You'd just keep giving it to me and not know."

She worked Wanda's clit in unhurried circles, her fingers slick with her from the first touch, reading every small response. Wanda's hips rolled, her back shifted against the mattress, her lips parted around sounds that had no words in them. Her pussy was wet against Natasha's fingers in a way that made the contact obscenely audible in the quiet room and Natasha pressed slightly firmer and watched Wanda's throat work.

"Soaking my hand," she said, low and even. "Look at that." Her fingers moved through all of it, one slow slide down to Wanda's dripping hole and back up. "Making a mess of yourself for me in your sleep. You don't even know you're doing it." She felt Wanda's hips stutter forward and held them back with her free hand, something that was easy for her. "Your cunt is so fucking needy. Doesn't even wait for you to wake up."

The flush in Wanda's chest had spread to her throat. Her breathing was shallow and uneven, her brow furrowed, her hips working with real intent now. Natasha kept the rhythm deliberate and patient, watching the tension build.

"Three days," she said softly, "of looking right through me. And here you are." She pressed slightly harder and watched Wanda's lips part wider around a sound. "Here your pretty pussy is."

She let the tension climb further. Let Wanda's hips roll and her breathing fracture and her brow furrow deep with the effort of chasing something her dreaming brain couldn't quite locate. When she felt her right at the edge—close enough that her thighs had started to tremble—Natasha lifted her palm.

She held it just above, not touching. Watched Wanda's face pull tight with frustration even in sleep. Her hips rolled forward and found nothing and the small furrow between her brows deepened sharply.

Natasha watched her chase it for a moment. It was beautiful. She’d edged Wanda many times before, but doing it now—while Wanda’s eyes were closed and sleep was still clouding her mind—sent a rush through Natasha that she’d only ever experienced in that moment when she knew she had someone right where she wanted them. So she held there for a second. Two. Three. Four and five.

Then she lowered her head.

She pressed her lips to Wanda's inner thigh first—one side, then the other. Her mouth moved slowly over the inside of her thigh, learning the warmth of her skin there, feeling the small shiver that moved through Wanda even at that soft contact. She let herself linger. Memorize. There was no reason to rush anything.

Then she moved to where she actually wanted to be.

The first press of her tongue was thorough—a full taste, nothing withheld—and she felt Wanda's thighs tighten on either side of her head on pure instinct. The slick heat of her, the way she responded immediately even in sleep, the sound of it in the quiet room. Natasha made a low approving sound against her and felt Wanda's hips roll forward and settled in.

She worked her with everything she knew, and she knew Wanda’s body well. Her tongue found Wanda's clit and she settled there, circling, learning the exact rhythm that made her hips roll and her breath change. Patiently building, not hurrying any of it.

Wanda's pussy was swollen under her tongue, responsive even in sleep, her body so primed that every slow focused circle pulled real responses even through unconsciousness. The sounds she made were soft and broken, no language left in them.

"Sladkaya," Natasha murmured against her, barely lifting enough to form the word. Sweet. Her tongue pressed back, focused and steady. "You’ve made me very upset, you know." Natasha's eyes narrowed at the thought, at every memory of Wanda looking directly at her and ignoring her. She nearly growled thinking about it, about how easily Wanda had been able to pull away. Her teeth grazed Wanda's clit, and she felt her thighs flex. "Acting all angry. Ignoring me. But your pretty pussy knows who owns it.”

She spent time at every place that pulled a response. Her tongue circled Wanda's clit in the long patient rhythm she'd learned, then pressed flat, then returned to the circling, reading every shift and working with it. Wanda's hips moved against her now, the unconscious rhythm of someone chasing something they couldn't name.

"So wet," Natasha murmured, pulling back just enough. "So wet and so good and you have no idea." She pressed back in. "This is what I've been thinking about for three days. You in your bed, doing exactly this." She felt Wanda's thighs tremble. "Giving me everything. Completely mine. Like you should be."

Wanda made a real sound.

Something with actual voice behind it, involuntary, startlingly loud in the still room. Natasha lifted her head just long enough to reach up and press her palm flat over Wanda's mouth.

Wanda didn't wake. Her body absorbed the new pressure the way it had absorbed everything else tonight—processed it somewhere below consciousness, incorporated it without surfacing. Her lips moved slightly against Natasha's palm and she made a muffled sound into it, but her breathing stayed deep and she stayed under. She simply accepted Natasha's hand the way she'd accepted everything else.

Natasha left her palm there and lowered her head again.

She worked her with her tongue and felt the sounds Wanda made vibrate against her palm—every small catch of breath, every muffled sound, every shift of her face as sensation moved through her. Wanda's hips were moving freely now, rolling up to meet Natasha's mouth, and Natasha slid her other hand under her hips and held her down with the strength she never used carelessly, and pressed closer, working her harder.

"Give it to me," she murmured against her. "Moya." Mine. "Give it to me."

The tension crested fast. Wanda's thighs clamped around Natasha's head, her back leaving the mattress, and she made a long muffled sound against Natasha's palm—her magic flickering scarlet at her fingertips, three seconds, four, bright red sparks scattered in the grey dark—and then her body went completely soft and sank back into the mattress with the boneless ease of someone being pulled back under before they'd even surfaced.

The hand over her mouth wasn't necessary anymore. Wanda had gone quieter, deeper under it.

Natasha left it there anyway.

Because she could. Because the weight of her own palm over Wanda's mouth in the dark while Wanda's body came back down from something it hadn't been awake for—that satisfied something in Natasha that didn't have a name she'd ever tried to give it.

Natasha went still. Kept her palm over Wanda's mouth for another moment, then lifted it carefully. Waited. Watched.

Wanda's breathing deepened again. Gradually evened back out into the long slow rhythm of genuine sleep.

Natasha stayed still for another moment with her hand resting at Wanda's hip. The room was quiet and smelled like both of them now and the light through the window hadn't changed.

She straightened up with the same care she'd used for everything else, stood beside the bed, and looked at her one more time. The slack of sleep had returned to her face, softer now than when Natasha had come in—something released that had been held even in unconsciousness.

Natasha picked up the underwear from the bedside table and folded them once, sliding them in her jacket pocket.

She left the tank top on the mattress beside Wanda's shoulder. Didn't put it back on her. Left it where she'd find it.

Then she crossed the room, eased the door open with two fingers, and walked back through the dark compound to her own quarters, moving without sound, without light, the way she moved through every place she wasn't supposed to be.

(-)

Wanda woke at seven-fifteen to grey morning light and the absolute certainty that something had been done to her.

Something more physical than a memory, more present. Her body knew before her brain did. There was a deep ache in her inner thighs. The kind of ache that came from someone holding them, from muscles worked hard without her conscious participation. A tenderness between her thighs that sat right at the threshold of soreness. The full, satisfied heaviness of someone who had been taken apart thoroughly and had slept through all of it. She lay still for a moment with her eyes closed, taking stock, cataloguing it the way you catalogued something you weren't sure was real yet.

It was very real.

She reached down and found bare skin where her underwear should have been.

She sat up.

The tank top was beside her on the mattress, folded once, in a fold that wasn't hers.

Wanda pressed the heel of her hand over her mouth.

She tried to find the appropriate response and found it was complicated. Anger—she was still angry, had been angry for three days, the thing between them was not resolved. But violation wasn't right either, because she'd worn the tank top. She'd stood at her dresser at midnight in the middle of an argument and held the tank top in her hands and put it on. She'd known what it meant. She'd worn it knowing what it meant, which made it not a violation at all but a very deliberate invitation delivered at midnight while she was pretending she wasn't delivering it.

She'd worn it on purpose.

Even furious. Even three days of loaded silences and careful not-looking. Her hand had found it in the drawer and she'd held it for three seconds and put it on. She wasn't entirely sure why she had done that.

What she was, sitting in her bed with no underwear and the folded tank top and the ache in her thighs that she was becoming more aware of with each passing second, was not upset.

She was—her brain reached for it—somewhere between undone and completely feral and landing on both.

Natasha had come into her room. In the dark. While they weren't speaking. She had to have picked her lock, and she had probably crossed the room in total silence, which meant she'd made no sound at all, because Natasha moved through the dark the way she moved through everything: like something that had been trained to be invisible before it understood why.

And then she'd—

Wanda's face was very hot.

She lay back down and pressed her palm flat over her sternum and tried to reconstruct it from what her body was telling her. She'd been dreaming—or something in that neighborhood, incomplete and without clean edges. She remembered the quality of being touched by someone who knew her. The patience of it. Being wanted without urgency. The feeling of Natasha's attention that was different from anyone else's not because it was gentler, but because it came packaged with the knowledge of what those hands could do, what that body was capable of, and the understanding that all of it had been aimed somewhere else.

Her inner thighs ached. They ached in such a perfect way.

Her cunt was still wet, still tender, still carrying everything that had happened to it in the dark.

She noticed that last part with a full-body flush that she lay still through, staring at the ceiling. She was wet, had probably been wet since before she was fully awake, her body three steps ahead of her conscious mind and already knowing what it needed. The tenderness between her thighs told her Natasha had been thorough. The ache higher up told her Natasha had taken her time. The hickeys she felt forming confirmed that Natasha had enjoyed it.

Wanda's magic flickered red at the window, and she slid her hand down.

She was soaked. Her fingers slid through slick heat before they'd even found her clit, her underwear gone and her body giving her every piece of information she needed about last night in the most direct language available. She was wet the way she got when Natasha had been thorough with her—the kind that didn't fade quickly, that came with an ache and a tenderness and the warm satisfied weight of someone who'd been taken apart properly. 

The evidence was embarrassingly complete. She didn't have to wonder. Her body had kept meticulous records.

Her fingers found her clit, and she exhaled sharply. 

She thought about Natasha picking the lock.

She had to have used the bobby pin she always carried. Not a tool brought with intention. Something Natasha kept without attaching occasion to it. She'd crouched in front of Wanda's door at two in the morning during three days of cold silence and opened the lock. Because she'd seen the signal. Because the signal was the only language required and everything else—the argument, the three days, Wanda's careful deliberate not-looking—was logistics. An interval between one decision and its execution.

How long had it taken her? Ten seconds? Less than?

Wanda's hips rolled up into her own hand and circled her fingers around her clit faster.

She thought about being completely asleep. Her body wet before Natasha had even touched her. Her thighs falling open while she slept, her nipples hardening under Natasha's thumb without her brain registering any of it. Her clit under two fingers for however long Natasha had decided, her sleeping body working toward something her conscious mind had no access to.

Wet for me. Even in your sleep. Your cunt doesn't know how to lie to me.

She didn't know for sure if Natasha had said that. But she knew, in her bones, in the fluent certainty she'd developed about someone she'd spent years watching, that she probably had. In that same low voice aimed at no one, in the dark, over Wanda's sleeping body.

Wanda's fingers worked faster, her eyes squeezing shut, thighs spreading wider. 

She thought about what her body remembered that her mind had missed. Natasha's hands on her chest in the dark, learning her through sleep without asking permission. Her sleeping body chasing the contact, rolling forward for it, working toward something her conscious mind had no access to.

She thought about the sound of it. Even just the sound of Natasha’s fingers. The wet sound of her own arousal at that light contact, audible in the quiet room, telling Natasha everything about the state of her without Wanda being awake to feel embarrassed about it.

Her free hand found her breast and she pressed hard, her fingers moving faster between her thighs.

She suddenly pictured a hand over her mouth, and her mind filled in the blanks to confirm it had happened.

The easy authority of pressing Natasha’s palm flat over Wanda's mouth while her tongue worked her from below—the weight of it, the casual claiming of it. Holding Wanda down and muffling her and taking what she wanted with the complete, untroubled possession of something that had already decided. That was the thing underneath all the rest of Natasha. The thing that lived past the body count and the tactical efficiency. The thing that had no name except mine and applied it with no hesitation and no acknowledgment that three days of silence had any bearing on the situation.

"Bože," Wanda breathed, and her magic cracked against the window again, harder.

She thought about Natasha's mouth on her in the dark. Not abstractly. With the tenderness between her thighs and the wetness still on her fingers and everything her body was confirming about how thoroughly Natasha had taken her apart. That mouth that could recite seventeen ways to end a life in a flat, amused voice. That had been between her thighs in the grey dark, unhurried, tasting her slowly, working her tongue against her clit while Wanda slept and dreamed of something she couldn't see clearly and woke up ruined.

The image of it—Natasha's face between her thighs, her red hair loose, completely focused, completely unbothered by everything between them—made Wanda's hips jerk hard against her own hand.

She thought about those thighs on either side of her head last night. The same thighs. The same controlled muscle that had ended that man in Eastern Europe with a single twist, caging her face in the dark, holding her while Natasha took what she'd come for. The knowledge of what they could do, sitting underneath everything else like a frequency she'd never stopped hearing since that mission.

She thought about Natasha's hands pressing the underwear down her thighs in the dark while she slept. Folding them. Pocket.

She thought about the body count. Seventeen ways. Natasha telling her once—not as threat, just as fact, just information being shared—and the way arousal had moved through her at the sheer flat certainty of it. That woman. That body. Between her thighs last night, unhurried, taking what it wanted. Covering her mouth with one hand and holding her down with the other and not stopping until she'd had what she'd come for.

That same body had been careful with her.

Had used all of it to make her cum in her sleep and then folded her tank top and walked back down the hall.

The orgasm hit her like something structural giving way all at once. The lamp base shattered. The mirror cracked clean across its center. Both hands went over her mouth and Natasha's name was behind her teeth, held there, pressed back, while her whole body seized off the mattress and her magic flooded the room scarlet for several long bright seconds before collapsing entirely inward.

She lay there.

The room was quiet. Morning light through the curtains. Mirror cracked. Hands shaking. The smell of her own arousal on her fingers and the satisfied wrung-out ache in her body and the folded tank top still on the mattress beside her.

She was still angry. She held onto this with both hands because it was the only sensible thing left in the room. The thing between them had not been resolved. Natasha had not apologized. The silence was presumably still standing.

She was also—she pressed her wrist to her forehead, which was burning—completely undone in a way her own hand had very little to do with.

Wanda looked at the tank top.

She picked it up and held it, feeling the texture of it on her still trembling fingers.

Then she got out of bed and went to the dresser and opened the second drawer and put it back flat, smoothed careful and even so she'd find it easily next time she went looking.

She did not examine why she was already certain there would be a next time.

(-)

Down the hall, Natasha sat on the edge of her own bed in the grey morning with her jacket still on and the folded cotton still in the pocket, and listened.

The crack of Wanda's magic through the walls. The flare of it—scarlet even through solid plaster, she'd learned to feel it—and then the silence.

The corner of her mouth moved.

Come and get that killshot, baby.

You sit at your desk near the window, fingers curled around the edge, eyes fixed on the trees outside.

It’s easier that way.

“Y/N?”

Your shoulders tense.

You know that voice.

Soft.

Careful.

Like it doesn’t want to scare you.

You turn your head just a little. Your teacher, Ms. Maximoff, is kneeling beside your desk now.

Her red hair falls forward slightly as she tilts her head, studying you with gentle concern.

“You’ve been awfully quiet today,” she says. “Is everything okay?”

You nod immediately.

Her expression doesn’t change much, but something in her eyes softens even more, like she doesn’t believe you, but she won’t push. Not yet, at least.

“That’s alright,” she murmurs. “If you ever want to talk about anything, I’m here.”

You look back at the window, not wanting to continue the conversation.

Wanda notices patterns. It’s something she’s always been good at. Like, small shifts, quiet changes, the things other people overlook.

It’s part of what makes her such a good teacher.

And you… You don’t fit.

Not in the way the other children do. You don’t laugh loudly. You don’t raise your hand. You flinch when someone moves too fast near you. You freeze when voices get too sharp.

And sometimes—this is what unsettles her the most—you look tired.

Not sleepy.

Tired.

That deep, bone-heavy kind of tired no child should carry.

She tries again a few days later.

“Y/N,” she says gently after class, when the other students have left.

You pause at the door, your small backpack hanging off one shoulder.

“Can you stay for a moment?”

You hesitate.

Then nod.

You step closer, but you don’t meet her eyes.

Wanda keeps her voice soft. “I just wanted to check in. I’ve noticed you’ve been a little… quiet lately.”

Silence.

Your fingers tighten around your sleeve.

“You know,” she continues, “sometimes when something is bothering us, it can help to talk about it. Even a little.”

You shake your head.

Still not looking at her.

“I’m okay,” you whisper.

The words sound practiced.

Rehearsed.

Wanda feels her chest tighten.

“Alright,” she says, just as gently. “You can go.”

You leave quickly.

Too quickly.

-///-

That night, Wanda doesn’t stop thinking about you.

Her wife, Natasha, notices.

She always does, too.

“You’re doing that thing again,” Natasha says from the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a mug in her hand.

Wanda looks up from the couch. “What thing?”

“The ‘I’m worried but trying not to say it out loud’ thing.”

Wanda exhales softly, rubbing her hands together. “There’s a student in my class.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow. “Only one?”

Wanda almost smiles, patting the seat next to her.

“She’s… different. Quiet. Withdrawn. But it’s more than that.” She hesitates, meeting Natasha’s eyes as she moves towards the couch. “She flinches. A lot. And she looks… exhausted.”

Natasha’s expression shifts instantly. Sharper now. Focused.

She sits down next to Wanda, knees touching her thigh as she tucks her legs underneath herself.

“How old?”

“Six.”

Natasha sets her mug down.

“Has she said anything?”

Wanda shakes her head. “Every time I ask, she shuts down. It’s like she’s… afraid of saying the wrong thing.”

That’s what does it.

Natasha straightens slightly, something cold and precise settling behind her eyes.

“Tomorrow,” she says, “I’m coming with you.”

Wanda blinks. “Nat—”

"Wands, I work in children's welfare. What you said is reason enough for me to look into it,” Natasha says calmly. “And if something’s wrong…” She trails off, but she doesn’t need to finish.

Wanda nods.

She trusts her.

Always has.

-///-

The next day, you notice her immediately.

She doesn’t belong in a classroom.

Not like Ms. Maximoff does.

This woman is… different.

She stands near the doorway at first, speaking quietly with your teacher.

She’s dressed simply, but there’s something about the way she holds herself, straight, alert, like she’s always watching.

Her eyes scan the room.

And then they land on you.

You look away quickly.

But it’s too late.

She’s already noticed.

Natasha takes her time.

She doesn’t approach you right away.

Instead, she observes.

The way you sit too stiff in your chair. The way your gaze flickers toward the door every few minutes. The way you hesitate before answering even the simplest question.

And then—

A boy runs past your desk too fast, and a chair scrapes loudly.

You flinch.

Not a small reaction.

Not subtle.

A full-body recoil, like you were expecting something worse.

Natasha’s jaw tightens.

Yeah.

Something’s wrong.

Later, during lunch break, Wanda sits beside you on the bench.

Natasha lingers a few steps away, pretending to check something on her phone.

“You remember my wife, Ms. Romanoff?” Wanda asks gently.

You nod.

“She works with children, too,” Wanda continues. “She just wants to make sure everyone is safe and happy.”

Safe.

The word makes your stomach twist.

Natasha steps closer, crouching down so she’s at your level.

Her voice is calm and steady.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Natasha.”

You don’t answer.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”

You glance at her.

Just for a second.

Her eyes are different from everyone else’s.

They’re not soft like Wanda’s.

But they’re not harsh either.

They’re… certain.

As if she already knows something.

“Can I ask you something?” she says.

You hesitate.

Then shrug slightly.

It’s not quite a yes.

But it’s not a no.

Natasha nods once, like that’s enough.

“Do you feel safe at home?”

Your heart stops.

The world goes very, very quiet.

You stare at the ground.

You don’t respond.

You can’t.

Because if you say the wrong thing—

If you say anything—

Your fingers curl tightly into your sleeves.

Natasha watches the silence stretch.

The way your shoulders tense.

The way your breathing changes.

And that’s all she needs.

She doesn’t ask again.

Instead, her voice softens—just slightly.

“You’re not in trouble,” she says. “And whatever is going on… it’s not your fault.”

Your throat tightens.

You blink hard.

Still, you say nothing.

But Natasha doesn’t push.

She stands slowly, exchanging a look with Wanda.

A silent understanding passes between them.

This isn’t nothing.

This is something.

And they’re not going to ignore it.

-///-

That afternoon, as you sit by the window again, the classroom feels a little different.

Not louder.

Not quieter.

Just… different.

Because now, someone has seen you.

Even if you didn’t say a word.

And for the first time in a long while, you’re not completely invisible anymore.

The man introduces himself as Steve.

He doesn’t stand over you like most adults do when they want something. Instead, he pulls a chair out slowly and turns it so he’s sitting across from you—not too close, not too far.

Just enough that you know he’s there, but not enough to make you feel trapped.

“Hi,” he says, offering a small, careful smile. “I’m Steve.”

You don’t answer.

You keep your eyes on the desk, tracing a faint scratch in the wood with your fingertip. You’ve already counted it before—three fingers long, slightly curved—but counting it again feels easier than looking up.

“That’s okay,” Steve says gently, like he expected the silence. “You don’t have to say anything right away.”

The room is quiet. Too quiet.

Outside the classroom, you can hear the distant noise of other students—chairs moving, someone laughing, a teacher calling out instructions. It feels far away. Like it belongs to a different world.

“I heard you like sitting by the window,” Steve continues after a moment.

Your finger stills.

He notices things.

You don’t like that.

“It’s a good spot,” he adds. “Lots of light. And you can see outside.”

You don’t respond.

But you don’t move away either.

Steve shifts slightly in his chair, resting his forearms on his knees. He doesn’t take out a notebook. Doesn’t write anything down.

He just… sits.

“I work with kids sometimes,” he says. “Mostly I just make sure they’re okay.”

Okay.

You swallow.

“I talk to teachers. Sometimes parents. Sometimes kids, if they want to.” He pauses. “But only if they want to.”

Silence stretches again.

Your shoulders feel tight.

Your chest feels tight.

“Do you feel safe at home?”

There it is.

The question.

It drops into the room like something heavy.

Your heart starts beating faster. You can feel it in your throat, in your ears, and in your fingertips.

You nod.

Too fast.

Too automatic.

Steve doesn’t react right away.

He just watches you.

Not in a scary way.

Not like he’s angry.

But like he’s… thinking.

Like he’s trying to understand something you didn’t say.

“Okay,” he says finally.

That’s it.

No follow-up.

No pressure.

But somehow that makes it worse.

-///-

He comes to your house two days later.

You know it’s him before anyone says his name.

There’s something about the knock, firm but not aggressive.

Steady.

Your stomach twists so hard it almost hurts.

“Stay in your room,” your parent says sharply, already moving toward the door.

You don’t argue.

You never argue.

You close your door quietly and sit on the floor, your back pressed against the side of your bed. It feels safer down here. Smaller. Like, if you make yourself small enough, you won’t be noticed.

Voices drift through the house.

Muffled at first.

Then clearer.

“…just a routine check…”

“…she’s a quiet child…”

“…always been sensitive…”

You pull your knees to your chest and wrap your arms around them, pressing your face down.

You try to make yourself even smaller.

“…we would never…”

“…of course, we understand your concern…”

Their voices sound normal.

You know that tone.

You’ve heard it before.

It’s the voice they use for other people.

Not for you.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

If you don’t move, if you don’t make a sound, maybe he won’t come up here.

Maybe he’ll just leave.

Maybe everything will stay the same.

You don’t know if that’s what you want.

But it’s what you’re used to.

After a while, the voices fade.

The door opens.

Closes.

Footsteps.

Silence.

He’s gone.

Nothing changes.

At first.

Then everything does.

You don’t go to school the next day.

Or the day after that.

At first, you think you’re sick without knowing you were.

Or maybe in trouble.

You don’t ask.

You’ve learned not to ask.

“There’s no need,” your parent says when you linger near the door on the third morning, your backpack hanging loosely from your shoulder. “You’ll stay home for a while.”

“For how long?” you whisper.

They look at you.

Just look.

Your throat closes.

“…okay,” you say quickly.

Your backpack stays by the door.

You go back to your room.

-///-

Days blur together.

You lose track of time.

Morning feels like evening. Evening feels like nothing.

The window doesn’t help anymore.

You stop looking outside.

There’s no point.

No one is coming.

-///-

Wanda notices on the first day.

The empty chair.

Your chair.

She pauses in the middle of attendance, her eyes lingering just a second longer than they should.

“Y/N?” she calls out automatically.

Silence answers.

A student shifts in their seat.

“She’s not here,” someone says.

Wanda nods slowly, marking it down.

Absent.

It happens.

Kids get sick.

But something about it doesn’t sit right.

On the second day, she asks the office.

“No call or note,” they tell her.

Her concern sharpens.

On the third day, she calls.

No answer.

By the fourth day, she’s pacing.

“You’re wearing a path into the floor,” Natasha says from the kitchen, watching her with quiet focus.

Wanda doesn’t stop. “She hasn’t been in school all week.”

Natasha sets her mug down. “Did the office hear anything?”

“No. No call. No email. Nothing.” Wanda runs a hand through her hair, frustration and worry tangled together. “That’s not normal.”

“No,” Natasha agrees. “It’s not.”

Wanda turns to her. “What if something happened?”

Natasha doesn’t answer right away.

Because they’re both thinking the same thing.

“What if we missed something?” Wanda whispers.

Natasha’s gaze softens slightly. “You didn’t miss anything.”

“But she wouldn’t talk to me,” Wanda says, her voice tightening. “She wouldn’t talk to Steve either, and now she’s just—gone.”

Natasha straightens. “Then we go find her.”

Wanda blinks. “Nat—”

“I mean it,” Natasha says. “This doesn’t feel right. Not after what we saw.”

Wanda hesitates.

Then nods.

“I’m going there,” she says.

Natasha doesn’t argue.

“I’m coming with you.”

The house looks normal.

That’s the first thing Wanda notices, and it makes something deep in her chest twist uncomfortably.

The curtains are neat. The garden is trimmed. The front step is clean.

Everything looks… fine.

Too fine.

“She lives here,” Wanda says quietly.

Natasha stands beside her, eyes already scanning windows, corners, and small details most people would miss.

“Okay,” she replies.

Wanda steps forward and knocks.

The sound echoes too loudly in the still air.

They wait.

Nothing.

Wanda knocks again, harder this time. “Y/N? It’s Ms. Maximoff.”

Silence.

It presses in from all sides, heavy and wrong.

Natasha’s gaze flicks upward. “Second floor. Curtain moved.”

Wanda’s heart stutters. “She’s here.”

“Yeah,” Natasha says, already moving. “She is.”

The door is locked.

Of course it is.

Wanda’s hands are shaking now, panic rising fast and sharp. “Nat—”

“We saw movement,” Natasha says, calm but firm. “We’re not leaving.”

That’s all it takes.

Upstairs, you freeze.

You didn’t mean to make a sound.

You were trying to be quiet.

You’re always quiet.

But when you heard her voice—

When you heard your name—

Something slipped.

Now your heart is pounding so loud it feels like it might give you away.

They’re here.

They came.

You press your hand over your mouth, trying to silence your breathing.

Maybe if you stay still—

Maybe if you don’t move—

They’ll leave.

Like everyone always does.

The door downstairs opens.

Footsteps.

Voices.

Your stomach drops.

They didn’t leave.

Wanda barely registers how they get inside. The house feels too still, too empty in a way that doesn’t make sense.

“Y/N?” she calls, stepping forward.

No answer.

Natasha moves ahead of her slightly. “Upstairs.”

They climb quickly.

Each step creaks.

Wanda winces at the sound, like she’s afraid it might scare you.

At the top of the stairs—three doors.

Two open quickly.

Empty.

The third stays closed.

Wanda’s chest tightens. “This one.”

Her hand trembles on the handle.

“Wanda,” Natasha says quietly behind her.

Wanda pauses.

“Whatever’s on the other side,” Natasha adds, “we handle it together.”

Wanda nods.

Then she opens the door; the room is dim.

Curtains drawn tight.

Air stale.

And there in the corner.

You.

Small.

Curled in on yourself like you’re trying to disappear.

Wanda’s breath catches.

“Y/N…”

You don’t move at first.

Then slowly, your head lifts.

Your eyes find hers.

And something in her chest breaks instantly.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she says softly, stepping closer. “It’s okay. It’s me.”

You flinch.

Even at her voice.

Natasha steps in behind her, taking in everything in one sharp glance—the room, the stillness, you.

Her jaw tightens.

But when she speaks, her voice is gentle.

“Hi, Y/N.”

Your lips part.

“I didn’t say anything,” you blurt out suddenly, panic cracking through your voice. “I didn’t tell him anything, I promise, I didn’t—”

Wanda drops to her knees in front of you. “Oh, honey—”

“I didn’t—” Your voice shakes harder. “I didn’t say anything—”

“Hey,” Natasha says, crouching down in front of you. “You’re okay.”

“I didn’t tell—”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she says, firm and steady.

You freeze.

Your breathing stutters.

“I promise,” she adds, softer now.

Wanda’s hand settles carefully against your arm.

“You haven’t been at school,” she says gently. “We were worried.”

“I’m not supposed to go,” you whisper.

The words are small.

Fragile.

But they hit like something heavy.

Natasha’s expression sharpens slightly. “Who told you that?”

You shake your head quickly. “I just—I’m not—I don’t—”

The words won’t come.

Your chest feels too tight.

Everything feels too big.

And then—

The front door downstairs opens.

The sound is loud.

Final.

Your entire body goes rigid.

You try to pull away instantly, panic flooding through you.

“They’re back,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “They’re back—”

Footsteps.

Voices.

Getting closer.

“No, no—” you start, trying to move, trying to make yourself small again, trying to get away—

Natasha doesn’t let you.

Her hand steadies you immediately.

“Hey,” she says, low and firm. “Stay with me.”

You shake your head frantically. “I can’t—”

“You can,” she says.

And then she shifts.

Just slightly.

But enough.

Enough that she’s between you and the door.

Solid.

Unmovable.

Wanda moves closer to your other side, one hand on your back, grounding.

“You’re okay,” she murmurs. “We’re right here.”

The footsteps reach the stairs.

Each step is louder than the last.

Your hands are tight in Natasha’s shirt.

You can’t breathe.

The hallway creaks.

Then—

The doorway fills.

“What is going on?”

The voice is sharp.

Demanding.

Wrong.

You flinch hard.

Instinct.

Natasha notices.

Of course she does.

She rises slowly to her full height, placing herself fully between you and them.

Her posture is calm.

Controlled.

But there’s something underneath it.

Something dangerous.

“We came to check on Y/N,” she says evenly.

“You can’t just break into our house,” your parent snaps, stepping forward.

Natasha doesn’t move.

Doesn’t give an inch.

“You left a minor alone,” she replies, voice still calm—but colder now. “No school. No contact. No supervision.”

“That’s none of your business—”

“It is now.”

The words land hard.

Final.

Wanda feels you shaking beside her. She pulls you gently closer, one arm wrapping around you protectively.

“It’s okay,” she whispers. “You’re okay.”

“I didn’t say anything,” you whisper again, clinging tighter. “I didn’t tell—”

Wanda’s heart cracks all over again. “I know, sweetheart. I know.”

“Don’t talk to her,” your parent says sharply.

You flinch.

Natasha sees it.

And that’s it.

Something in her expression settles completely.

Decision made.

“She’s coming with us,” Natasha says.

“No, she’s not.”

Natasha steps slightly forward.

Just enough.

“You can argue that with child services,” she says, voice low and controlled. “But right now? She’s not staying here.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Tense.

Heavy.

Your parent hesitates.

And that hesitation is everything.

Natasha turns slightly, her voice softening instantly when she looks back at you.

“Hey,” she says gently. “Come on.”

You don’t hesitate.

You move straight into her, clinging tightly, your fingers gripping her shirt like it’s the only solid thing in the world.

“I’ve got you,” she murmurs.

Wanda stays close, her hand never leaving your back.

“You’re safe,” she whispers again.

And this time—

You believe her.

-///-

The car ride is quiet.

You sit in the back at first.

For all of thirty seconds.

Then—

“No.”

Your voice is small.

Panicked.

“I don’t—I don’t want to sit back here—”

Wanda turns immediately. “Okay. That’s okay.”

Natasha has already pulled the car over.

“Come here,” Wanda says softly, opening the door.

You move quickly, climbing out and into the front, into her side, before you even realize what you’re doing.

You cling to her.

Hard.

Your face pressed into her shoulder.

Your hands gripping her sleeve.

She wraps both arms around you instantly.

“I’ve got you,” she murmurs, pressing her cheek gently against your hair.

Natasha glances over.

Something in her gaze softens.

Then she starts driving again.

Slow.

Careful.

Like she’s carrying something fragile.

Like she knows she is.

-///-

Their home is warm.

That’s the first thing you notice.

Not just the temperature.

The feeling.

It’s quiet—but not empty. Soft—but not suffocating.

Wanda guides you inside, her hand never leaving you.

“You’re okay,” she murmurs again.

Natasha locks the door behind you, quick and automatic. Then she looks at you.

Really looks.

Her gaze lingers, taking in your face, your hands, and the way you’re standing.

“Hey,” she says gently, crouching slightly so she’s closer to your level. “When was the last time you ate?”

You blink at her.

You don’t know.

Or maybe you do.

But it feels too far away to explain.

Your shoulders lift in a small shrug.

That’s enough.

Natasha glances at Wanda.

Wanda’s expression softens immediately. “Okay. Food first.”

You sit at the kitchen table, feet dangling slightly above the floor.

The chair feels too big.

Everything does.

But the kitchen smells warm.

Safe.

Natasha sets a plate down in front of you.

Dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets.

You stare at them.

Really stare.

“Don’t worry, it’s chicken, not dinosaur,” Wanda says softly, a small smile tugging at her lips as she folds laundry at the end of the table.

Your eyes flick up to her.

Then back to the plate.

“Mm,” Natasha hums, settling into the chair beside you. “You say that, but you also insisted heart-shaped pasta tastes better.”

Wanda glances at her. “It does taste better.”

“It’s the same pasta.”

“It’s not the same experience.”

Natasha huffs quietly, something almost like a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. “Right. Of course.”

You let out a small sound before you can stop it.

A soft, surprised giggle.

Your hand flies to your mouth immediately, like you need to hide it.

But it’s already there.

They both look at you.

Not sharply.

Not suddenly.

Just… gently.

Wanda’s smile softens.

Natasha’s expression shifts—something warmer, quieter.

Neither of them makes a big deal out of it.

They just… let it exist.

And then Wanda goes back to folding.

Natasha stays beside you.

Like nothing’s changed.

Like everything has.

Your hand moves slowly toward the plate.

Careful.

Uncertain.

You pick one up.

Take a bite.

You try to go slow at first.

You really do.

But your hands move faster than you mean them to.

Bite after bite.

Like if you don’t eat it now, it might disappear.

Natasha doesn’t interrupt.

Doesn’t reach in.

Doesn’t tell you to slow down.

She just shifts slightly closer.

Grounding.

Present.

Wanda notices next.

Her hands still for just a second before she quietly reaches for a napkin, placing it within your reach without a word.

No pressure.

No attention drawn.

Just… there.

“Hey,” Natasha murmurs after a moment, her voice low and steady. “It’s okay.”

You freeze for a second.

Still chewing.

“There’s more,” she adds gently. “You don’t have to rush.”

You nod quickly.

A little too quickly.

She doesn’t comment.

Just stands, moving back to the counter.

There’s a quiet clink of a plate.

The soft sound of more food being set down.

No hesitation.

No questions.

When she sets it beside you, her hand lingers for half a second near your shoulder.

Not touching.

Just close.

“I’ve got you,” she says quietly.

Something in your chest tightens.

But it’s not sharp.

Not like before.

Wanda glances up at Natasha, then at you.

And there’s something unspoken in the look she gives her.

Something soft.

Something certain.

Wanda steps closer, brushing lightly past Natasha as she moves.

Her hand rests briefly against Natasha’s side—familiar, absent-minded.

“You’re hovering,” she murmurs.

Natasha exhales softly. “I’m not hovering.”

“You are a little,” Wanda says, but not unkindly.

A pause.

“…it’s okay, though,” she adds quietly.

Natasha doesn’t answer.

But she stays right where she is.

Close.

And you keep eating.

Slower now.

Because for the first time—

You believe it won’t be taken away.

It’s only after you’ve finished eating that Natasha notices.

The smudge of something on your cheek.

The dirt still caught under your nails.

The way your sleeves hang stiff.

Natasha moves to look at Wanda, only to find Wanda already watching her.

“Okay,” Wanda says gently, stepping closer. “How about we get you cleaned up a little?”

You hesitate.

Just a second.

Then nod.

-///-

The bathroom fills with steam.

Warm.

Soft.

You sit in the tub, water wrapping around you, and for a moment you just… stay still.

Let it happen.

Wanda kneels nearby, her voice soft and steady as she talks about nothing—about school, about flowers, about things that don’t hurt.

Natasha moves quietly in and out, grabbing what she needs.

Towel.

Cream.

At one point, she pauses, watching you for a second.

Making sure you’re okay.

You glance at her.

She gives you a small smile.

It stays.

After, everything feels… lighter.

Not fixed.

But softer.

You stand in the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, while Wanda gently helps you into one of Natasha’s shirts.

It’s huge.

It swallows your form.

You glance down at yourself, unsure.

Wanda smiles. “Looks perfect.”

“Alright,” Natasha says, leaning lightly against the counter. “Come here a second.”

You step closer.

She holds up a toothbrush.

You hesitate.

Then step closer anyway.

“Open,” she says gently.

You do.

And then—

She starts brushing your teeth.

Carefully.

Slowly.

And—unexpectedly—

She starts humming.

Then quietly singing.

“Brush, brush, make them shine, Top and bottom, take your time…”

Your eyes widen slightly.

You weren’t expecting that.

“…little circles, nice and neat— Gotta take good care of teeth.”

A small sound escapes you before you can stop it.

A giggle.

It surprises you.

It surprises her too because she pauses for half a second, then—she smiles.

Really smiles.

Soft. Warm. A little amused.

“There it is,” she murmurs. “Knew you had more of those.”

Your face feels warm.

But not in a bad way.

-///-

Afterwards, stand awkwardly in the hallway.

“There’s a room you can use,” Wanda says gently, opening a door.

You look inside.

The bed.

The space.

The quiet.

Your chest tightens.

Too quiet.

Too alone.

You take a small step back.

“I—”

Your voice shakes.

“I don’t want to be by myself.”

The words come out barely above a whisper.

But they’re clear.

Wanda doesn’t hesitate.

“Okay,” she says immediately.

Natasha nods once. “That’s okay.”

They don’t question it.

Don’t push.

Just… accept it.

-///-

You find yourself in their bed, full and clean.

Your legs are tucked under you while you absently play with the wedding ring on Natasha’s finger as she sits beside you.

You twist it gently, careful, like you’re not sure you’re allowed but hoping you are.

She doesn’t stop you.

Doesn’t even comment.

Just lets you.

Wanda stands behind you, gently brushing your hair.

Slow strokes.

Working through tangles without pulling.

“You’re being very patient,” she says softly.

You nod a little.

Your focus is on the ring.

The way it catches the light.

The way it spins.

Natasha and Wanda talk quietly above you.

Low voices.

Calm.

You don’t understand all of it.

Something about calls. Paperwork. Tomorrow.

But their voices are steady.

Not sharp.

Not scary.

Just… there.

Wanda’s fingers begin to braid your hair, movements careful and rhythmic.

You lean slightly into the feeling without realizing it.

Into the warmth.

Into them.

And for the first time, everything feels slow.

Safe.

Yours.

Even if just for tonight.

-///-

The cake is a little uneven.

You notice that first.

The frosting swirls aren’t perfect, and one side dips slightly like it leaned too long, but it’s still the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.

Because it’s yours.

“Okay,” Wanda says softly, setting it down in front of you, a small smile on her face. “Ready?”

You nod, even though your chest feels full in a way you don’t completely understand.

Natasha stands just behind you, one hand resting lightly on your shoulder.

“Make a wish, baby,” she murmurs.

You close your eyes.

You don’t even have to think about it.

Then you blow out the candles.

Wanda claps softly, laughing a little. Natasha’s hand squeezes your shoulder once, and when you look up at her, she’s smiling—small, but real.

“Presents?” Wanda asks.

You nod again, a little more excited this time.

There aren’t many.

But that doesn’t matter.

Wanda hands you a small box first. Inside is something soft, a sweater in your favourite colour.

You smile, hugging it close.

“Thank you, Mom,” you say quietly.

Her eyes soften instantly.

Natasha hands you the last one.

It’s not wrapped like the others.

Just a folder.

You tilt your head slightly. “What’s this?”

“Open it,” she says gently.

You do.

At first, the words don’t make sense.

They’re too big. Too official.

Then you see it.

Your name.

Their names.

Together.

Something shifts.

Something settles.

You look up, your hands tightening slightly on the paper.

“…Mama?” you whisper.

Natasha’s expression softens completely. “Yeah.”

You turn to Wanda, your voice smaller now but steady.

“…Mom?”

She nods, her eyes shining. “Yeah, sweetheart.”

Your grip on the paper loosens as you move forward without thinking, wrapping your arms around both of them.

And this time—

You know you’re not going anywhere.

You finish your make-up, deciding to give yourself one final once over in the mirror before practically jumping out of your skin when you spot Peter lurking behind you. Before you’ve had chance to recover, Peter speaks first, “Where are you going?”

“I thought you had Avengers work today.”

“No, Stark said I’ve been working hard enough so he told me to take the weekend off. I thought maybe we could do something.”

You instantly feel guilty, “Oh… I actually have plans today baby but this evening and tomorrow I’m all yours-”

“What plans do you have?”

You hesitate, not sure how to answer that one. Truthfully, things have been getting serious with Natasha after that drink you’d both been for a few months ago. You’d been meaning to tell Peter but had kept telling yourself it wasn’t the right time, that there was no point potentially upsetting him unnecessarily, but you can no longer deny the chemistry between you and Nat. Any day now you think the two of you will make it official. And you really need to tell him before that.

You hold your arms out and Peter comes over immediately, giving you a big hug. “You’re freaking me out,” He mumbles into your shoulder.

“When did you get so tall?” He’s shooting up like a weed, and in the last few months he’s grown at least an inch taller than you.

“Something’s going on,” He says firmly, standing back to look at you. “You can tell me. You can tell me anything.”

“That’s my line,” You say, trying to make light of the situation because he looks so worried. “Why don’t we sit down?”

“Please just tell me.”

You sigh, “Okay. This isn’t a big deal or a secret or anything; I was just waiting to tell you at the right time but… I’ve been on a few dates with Natasha.”

“Wait, Nat- Natasha Romanoff?”

“Yes.”

“Mom-”

“I know it’s a bit of a shock, I know I haven’t dated anyone since your Dad and I still love him, of course I do, just like I still love you, obviously, but-”

“You can’t date her! I’m finally making a name for myself and now everyone’s gonna think- Did you think about me at all? They’re going to think I only got my position because of you.”

“Come on, you know that’s not true-”

“First the deal with Mr Stark, and now you’re dating- I can’t believe this.”

He runs a hand through his hair and you feel awful. His worried expression is replaced by a stressed one, and you step forward to put your hand on his shoulder, “Peter, baby-”

“No! You didn’t think about me at all. It was all about you and what was best for your stupid company.”

“Natasha has nothing to do with the company-”

“When were you going to tell me? You were gonna up at the compound and tell me at the same time as everyone else?”

“Oh come on, that’s not fair. Of course I was going to tell you, I want your blessing-”

“Well you don’t have it!” Peter snaps. “Out of all the people in New York, in America, in the world-”

“Look, let’s talk about this. Okay? I’ll cancel my date and we can-”

“Don’t bother. I’m going out.”

Before you can react he’s grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. For a moment you consider going after him but you realise that would be a bad idea. Teenagers need space to cool off and you’d realised that was definitely the case with Peter. He felt things so personally, and needed time to process his thoughts.

Now you feel like you can’t go on the date, not until you’ve smoothed things over with Peter. You’d told Natasha you were so proud of how brave Peter was, especially since you were such a wimp. Natasha had argued that raising Peter alone and starting your own company on nothing was very brave but you’d just laughed, telling her that wasn’t the kind of brave you’d meant. So Natasha had text you to say she’d organised for the two of you to go rock-climbing, after you’d confessed you were scared of heights – there was an indoor rock-climbing centre, and you were both going to give it a go. At first you’d laughed, assuming she was joking, but of course Natasha was deadly serious.

You’d wanted to try. Peter was so brave, you wanted to be brave for him. And for Natasha, if you were being completely honest.

Feeling awful, you take your phone out of your pocket and send a text to Natasha letting her know what happened. You’ve not even made it through to the kitchen when your phone beeps with her reply.

‘Want me to come over?’

Your stomach twists, torn between wanting comfort (especially if it’s from Natasha), and feeling like you’re betraying your son. He’d been pretty clear that he wanted the Avengers to be his thing, something he’d curated himself from his own merit. And he had – but you can see why he’s upset with you. After all, you’d built your own success; it wasn’t surprising that he now wanted to do the same without being accused of it being handed to him. Besides… This is the first time you’ve dated since Peter’s father passed away. Of course it’s going to be difficult for him, stir up all sorts of things he hadn’t thought about before.

Before you can over think the matter, you text Natasha back to confirm that you wouldn’t mind the company. Later on you’ll give May a call too, she’s close to Peter and will be able to offer you some decent advice. Your sister is the first person you call when you need parenting advice even though she doesn’t have any children of her own. At your lowest moments, you’d always been able to rely on your sister.

It’s almost scary how quickly Natasha arrives at your apartment. There’s something about seeing the kind look on her face that immediately brings tears to your eyes. Natasha’s expression softens, and she wraps her arms around you.

You and Natasha had shared your first kiss two weeks ago. It was soft and tentative and everything that you’d been hoping for - it had been so long since someone had last kissed you. You want to explore this relationship with Nat but not at the expense of your son. There was nothing you would risk your son for.

“What did he say?” Natasha asks quietly, leaning her forehead against yours. “Is it… Because I’m a woman?”

You smile and shake your head, tears trickling down your cheeks, “No, you know what the younger generation are like now, they don’t even care. He didn’t even mention that. It’s more… He’s mad about me dating an Avenger because that’s… He wants to make his own name with you guys-”

“He has though. Stark recruited him for his work, not because of you-”

“I know that but he- He’s so insecure, he’s an amazing boy but so desperate to prove himself. I shouldn’t even be saying all of this to you, he’d be furious if he knew…”

Natasha nods thoughtfully, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then sitting on the couch, pulling you close to her side, “Let’s just sit here for a while then.”

You sniffle, leaning on her shoulder and she tucks your head beneath her chin. You’re reminded of all the evenings you spent on the couch in tears all by yourself, crying as quietly as possible so you didn’t wake Peter when he was little. Not wanting to go to bed because it felt too big and empty. The grief for your husband had been all consuming but you couldn’t let it take you under – not when you had Peter to think about. May had been a lifeline but you’d gotten through most of it all alone. For a moment you allow yourself to fantasise about a life where you and Natasha could spend the evenings together, where you watch crappy TV, eat good food, go to bed together cuddled up-

Where did Peter fit into that?

You sigh and run a hand over your forehead, “Maybe you shouldn’t be here…”

Natasha holds you tighter, kissing your forehead desperately, “Y/N-”

“I’m sorry. You know how I feel about you but… He’s my son. My only kid. And I can’t sit here with you knowing he’s out there so upset.”

Natasha hesitates, “We could go look for him-”

You shake your head, “He’s a good kid. He’ll come home when he’s ready and I don’t want him to catch you here with me, it’ll probably just make things worse. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Natasha whispers, kissing your cheek. “You’re a good Mom. Just… Call me when you figure everything out. I’ll be right here.”

You watch her leave then lean back against the couch, tipping your head back and biting your lip to suppress your sobs. Maybe you should’ve told Peter sooner. Or maybe you were stupid to think you could date. Perhaps Peter was right; it was selfish of you to go after an Avenger. That was his world. Yours had been meetings and flights and business partnerships for the last few years. Now you were finally at a point where you could spend some time with Peter and he didn’t need you anymore. You were finally at a point where you could date and you had to fall for the wrong person.

It’s late when Peter finally arrives home and finds you on the couch, drinking a glass of wine. You’d started to get worried about how dark it was getting before remembering the things Peter had gotten up to behind your back before you’d realised he was Spider-Man. It still warmed your heart to know he’d chosen to anonymously fight crime rather than using his powers to advance his popularity or get up to mischief. Despite everything, you’d raised a good kid. You’d called May a couple of hours ago and she’d been full of sympathy, telling you she was sure Peter would come around. You hoped she was right.

“Hey,” You say quietly.

“Hey,” He replies just as quietly, lingering awkwardly in the doorway. “Can I join you?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Peter sits down right next to you just like he did when he was little and he was frightened, and you wrap an arm around his shoulders, kissing the top of his head. Neither of you says anything for a long moment as you just hold him silently. Eventually you sigh, “I’m sorry, kid.”

Peter doesn’t say anything in response for a long moment and you kiss the top of his head, not rushing him. He leans his head on your shoulder and finally replies quietly, “I’m sorry too.”

“No, you don’t have to be sorry-”

“Yeah, I do. You did… So much for me, Mom. Dad died and you had to do the job of two people whilst still finding your own feet. And you achieved so much and… It was a lot to live up to.”

Your face falls, “Baby, you didn’t have to live up to anything-”

“It was a good thing. It made me want to work harder, be better… You didn’t give me the Stark internship, I had to earn it but I definitely made it because of you. You’re my inspiration, Mom.”

“You’re going to make me cry.”

“You should yell at me for being so mean.”

“You weren’t being mean. I understand.” You ruffle his hair, “I won’t date Natasha, okay? There’s nothing or no one more important to me than you.”

“You can date Nat. I shouldn’t have been so weird about it, it’s just- You’ve never really dated, I guess I never really thought about you dating.”

“Not really something you wanna think about your Mom doing I guess,” You smile. “You really don’t mind? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“Maybe don’t advertise it loads… And stay on her good side, she’s… A little scary. If you guys break up I won’t be able to fight her.”

“Why would you fight her?”

“I don’t know, for your… Honour or something.”

You laugh, hugging him, “You’re something else, you know that? I’m so proud of you.”

Peter hugs you back, “Well, I’m proud of you too. You’re the best Mom I could’ve asked for.”

You’re packing up your gym bag when you first overhear them talking. “Movie starts at eight so I figured we could get food at six then walk over?”

“Sounds good,” Hope replies. “Did you invite Carol?”

Your heart sinks as you watch the two of them, hoping that they’ll look over, that they’ll realise. Natasha said all the girls – all of them surely included you? Neither of them even glances at you as they grab their own stuff and head out of the gym. It stings more than you’d care to admit as you slowly stand up, wiping some sweat from your forehead. Natasha had been training with you all day and hadn’t asked you once about a movie, or even told you she had plans that evening.

As you head towards the entrance you spot Tony and Sam talking, “Most of the girls are going out so I thought we could watch a movie here,” Sam says. “Rest of the team, get some snacks, maybe some beer, just chill.”

“Sounds good, I’ll send out a text,” Tony says.

Rest of the team? Surely that must include you. You linger in the doorway, waiting for one of them to say something to you. Tony’s eyes land on you and you smile, but all he does is reach over and ruffle your hair, “Have a good weekend kid. See you on Monday.”

Sam smiles at you too, “Yeah, have a good one kid.”

You visibly wilt but neither of them notices, both clearly eager to start their evening. Maybe they’re under the assumption you’ve been invited out with Natasha and the girls. Maybe they were only planning to invite people actually living in the compound, though you know Tony has his own place. Perhaps it’s your age but you’re only a few years younger than Kate, you could go watch an R-Rated movie with them…

As you head through the compound it feels like everyone’s getting ready to do something fun. Everyone except for you. You pause by the kitchen, seeing Wanda making herself a snack which she often does after training. Kate is sitting on the kitchen counter talking to her, along with Yelena. You wait for one of them to look over, to invite you to join them, but when Yelena does eventually notice you she just smiles and waves, “See you Monday, kid! Don’t get into too much trouble!”

Officially dismissed, you head for the exit, knowing exactly what format the evening, and the rest of the weekend, will now take. Your Mom will be out; she’s usually out most evenings. Your Dad had taken off years ago, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d seen him. No one will ask you to hang out. No one will make plans with you. You’ll watch reruns of Judge Judy whilst eating whatever food your Mom left for you in the fridge, then head to bed and play on your old Nintendo DS that was just about still clinging on for dear life. You’d got it cheap at a second-hand stall a few years ago because you couldn’t afford a Nintendo Switch. There was no point buying an XBOX or a PlayStation because the only TV in the house was in the living room, and was so ancient that the cables probably wouldn’t be a match.

You have five dollars that you’d found in the park when you’d gone for that walk last week. That might get you a couple of decent snacks to make your evening slightly better. As you head through the reception you hear a burst of laughter behind you, and you have to blink back sudden tears.

You’d joined the Avengers earlier this year, after it had been discovered you could turn invisible. All you’d done was sneak into your school to get the test answers so you’d be prepared for the following day when it had suddenly turned into a whole government problem. You’d been terrified they’d lock you away indefinitely but they’d eventually handed you over to the Avengers, deciding it would be easier for them if they made you the Avengers’ problem. There’d been a long discussion but they’d ultimately agreed you weren’t dangerous, that you could continue living with your Mom, but you’d begin your training at the compound. No more school for you, Tony had hired a tutor to come in to keep you on top of your studies, but most of your time was now dedicated to intensive Avengers training.

Not having to go to school anymore was a major bonus – you’d never really made any friends there. When you’d joined the Avengers you’d been pleased by how kind they were to you, and you’d thought you’d finally found your ‘tribe’ so to speak. Months had gone by though and none of them had ever invited you to Avengers events, to hangouts, to anything outside of training.

You’ve taken just a few steps out of the compound when you stop. Suddenly you can’t stomach the thought of going home. Of sitting alone in that empty apartment with reheated leftovers from last night, wondering whether your Mom will come home tonight or whether she’ll stay at someone else’s house, not sure which is worse. You think of the Friday that she did come home, so drunk she could barely stand, how she’d woken you up by sitting on the edge of your bed, “You’ll always be a loser.” Her voice had been slurred, continuing with her monologue as you pretended to be asleep. “It’s why your Dad left. He knew as well. Your teenage years are for sneaking out, for having some fun… And all you do is sit in this apartment.”

Her hand had patted your head, and you’d burrowed under the covers, trying even harder to pretend you were asleep. It hadn’t stopped her though – her voice had carried beneath your duvet, continuously calling you a loser, a loner, saying you were wasting your teenage years. By morning she’d forgotten. She got to forget and you’d have to remember them for the rest of your life.

Whilst her words had been cruel, some of them hadn’t been untrue. Every weekend does look exactly the same. You never go anywhere or do anything. There are no friends for you to hang out with. What’s the point in ‘sneaking out’? Your Mom would’ve even notice and it’s not like you have anyone to cause mischief with. Nobody likes you. Nobody looks out for you. You’re completely alone in the world.

Before you even realise what you’re doing you turn on your heel and storm back into the compound, throwing your gym bag against the wall, and heading straight to the kitchen. More of the Avengers are gathered there now, some having a drink, some a snack, some just congregating as they all joke and banter, ready for the weekend ahead. All of them excited, none of them lonely or left out.

Steve spots you first, giving you a soft smile, “Hey kid. Did you forget something?”

“No, you guys forgot me!” You shout at the very top of your voice. Usually soft-spoken, it makes everyone pause their conversations to look at you. Normally you’d be embarrassed but the words spill out of your mouth before you can even process what you’re saying, “I like movies! I like hanging out and going for walks and playing games and I know I’m a little young but I’d probably like drinking too and I like- I like all of you! But none of you like me and I don’t get why I’m not your friend or why I’m not invited to any group activities or- Or-”

You’re finally cut off by Wanda putting an arm around your shoulders, and you burst into noisy tears. She shoots a look at the other Avengers, before leading you out of the kitchen, “It’s okay Sweetheart, let’s go somewhere a little quieter and you can tell me, okay?”

You sob as she leads you towards one of the smaller meeting rooms, used mainly for one to one’s and performance reviews. “I just- All I- I just want you to be my friend.”

“I am your friend.”

“So am I,” Yelena says, having followed you both from the kitchen. She closes the door behind her as the three of you sit in the meeting room. “What’s going on?”

“I’m so lonely,” You sniffle, letting Wanda stroke her fingers over your head. “I don’t wanna go home and sit by myself-”

“We thought you’d be out with friends,” Wanda says. “Or that you’d have plans with your parents-”

“It’s just me and my Mom, and she hates me.”

“Oh no, I’m sure she doesn’t,” Yelena says. “How could anyone hate someone as funny and considerate and resilient as you?”

“No, she does, she called me a loser and I am, I’m a fucking loser, I never go anywhere or do anything, and you guys can sense it too which is why you never invite me anywhere-”

“Slow down, slow down,” Wanda encourages, as you hiccup and choke on your words as you try to force them past your tears. “We just thought you’d get bored hanging around with a bunch of adults. We didn’t realise you were feeling so lonely.”

“Of course you can come to the movie,” Yelena says. “It is girl’s night after all.”

Your bottom lip trembles, “I- I can’t. I don’t even have any money.”

“Then I’ll pay for you,” Wanda says. “Have whatever you want at dinner, and I’ll cover your movie ticket too.”

“And you can sit by me and I’ll get us popcorn to share,” Yelena says. “And those strawberry laces, those are so good.”

“The others won’t want me there after I just yelled like that,” You sniffle.

“No one will care honey, I promise,” Wanda says. “Everyone loves you, I mean… I thought you realised you were our baby.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re all pretty protective of you,” Yelena says. “We’ve tried to give you space ‘cos you know, you’re a teenager and you’re probably way too cool for us to be fussing over you all the time-”

“Hey, is she okay?” Natasha asks, appearing in the doorway. “I got you a glass of water.”

“See,” Yelena says with a grin. “We all think the world of you.”

“Y/N’s joining us for dinner and the movie,” Wanda says.

“Oh, awesome!” Natasha says, putting your water down on the table and smiling. “You can sit next to me-”

“She’s sitting by me!” Yelena says.

“Well she has two sides and I’m sitting on the other one!”

Wanda pats your shoulder, “See? We are your friends, I promise. And now we know, we’ll invite you to more things. We didn’t mean to make so many assumptions.”

“You promise you don’t just feel sorry for me?” You ask.

“No way, you’re like the coolest person ever,” Natasha says. “You’re so young and yet you’re already such a great asset to the team. We’ll have you out on the field in no time. You’re gonna be one of the strongest Avengers, just wait.”