Without words
Gif is not mine – taken from tenor
Name: Without Words
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!Reader
Summary: Y/N is the new recruit, and Wanda finds herself drawn to her.
Warnings: Female!Reader has powers, fluff, a little drama, Reader doesn’t speak too much, Pietro makes a couple of appearances.
Author’s notes: So this is a little story I was working on, one shot with Reader and Wanda because this is my new obsession I hope you all enjoy.
The room was completely silent, everyone was reading on the files Coulson brought in with the details for the next mission.
Wanda was not paying attention to the long explanations, she just glanced at the pictures. Whatever happened in that place, it was a carnage. The young witch furrowed her brows, apparently someone made sure this group of men was completely obliterated. Her eyes went from one picture to another, then another until…her green eyes caught sight of a young woman, she was standing in the middle of the carnage.
She was beautiful, but even through the pictures Wanda could see the loneliness behind those dark eyes, She could even see the cold sadness dripping off of her, yet she stood stoic as if the sight of blood and death was her everyday routine.
It probably was.
“This is a capture and rescue mission.” Coulson said, breaking Wanda’s concentration.
"Rescue?" Wanda asked with a hint of disbelief in her voice.
Coulson nodded pointing to the screen behind him.
"She is the target. And whatever you do, don't engage if it is not necessary."
The meeting continued but Wanda silenced everything else, her mind going over the reports and the pictures. Her eyes unable to look away from the young woman, a traitorous voice whispering words of curiosity, of wonderment, of attraction. Wanda tore her eyes away from the pictures as soon as she thought this, the young woman was beautiful, of that there was no doubt. But she looked like a psycho, and Wanda was not about to enter into such a dangerous game.
She was better than that.
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In retrospect, Wanda was not better than that.
They had gotten to their target on time, and Wanda had been the first one to jump in and save the day. The mission could have gone really wrong if it wasn’t for her quick thinking, and the heavy fall from the young girl they were carrying back to the Compound.
Wanda learnt her name in the Quinjet. Y/N.
A trained assassin. A soldier. A weapon.
An object.
Y/N was brought unconscious to the Avengers Compound, but Tony and Natasha had been right on top of her tending to her wounds and soothing the panic that gripped her in the midst of sleep.
For Wanda, curiosity was the first emotion that made her approach the newcomer. There was something about Y/N that made her curious. And it had nothing to do with the natural beauty Y/N held in person, or the mystery about her past or those deep eyes that glanced into hers moments before she fell asleep again. Sedated by Natasha while they approached home.
There was just something so…unique about Y/N that, with curiosity in mind, Wanda decided to get close and discover what was so special about her.
"You look antsy, why do you look antsy?" Pietro narrowed his eyes, Pietro had always wondered why his sister was so weird. There was just something about Wanda when she got in such a mood that told Pietro she either was looking for something, or had lost something.
Wanda made a face, her eyes flickering towards the training room. She really tried to hide away her emotions, to prevent Pietro from even getting a glimpse of what was worrying her. Or, better yet, what had her so antsy. But as she turned to her brother, and saw the flash of realisation gleaming in his eyes with that wicked smile adorning his face Wanda knew she was in trouble.
"The new girl?" Pietro whistle impressed, his grin only growing when Wanda was incapable of hiding her blush at having been caught ogling the new recruit training with Natasha. “Little sister, you don't waste your time…”
The grin on Pietro’s face dropped when Wanda used her magic to hit him on the abdomen, he grunted bending over though the teasing was still in his stare. Both twins looked at one another, Wanda rolled her eyes trying to brush off the knowing glint in Pietro’s eyes. Even if she pretended to not be interested, to not have been watching…Pietro knew, and that was enough.
The sound of a body falling hard against the mats called the twins' attention, Natasha was hovering on Y/N who was trying to stand up and attack the older woman with a scowl on her face.
“Don’t lower your defences! Pay attention! You’re getting distracted.” Natasha exclaimed, going at it without any mercy, her right fist connected with Y/N yaw and the young woman was once again on her back breathing hard.
Pietro raised a single eyebrow when he caught Wanda clenching her fists, his sister clenched her jaw glaring at the scene unfolding before their eyes. The young man pursed his lips crossing his arms in deep thought, this was completely unexpected but he was not sure what to make of this reaction from Wanda. In all the years they had been side by side, she had never been this…expressive about anyone.
The room was charged with tension, Wanda could see as Natasha stood beside Y/N unimpressed by the young woman still on the ground.
“I seriously hope this is not all you can give me, Y/N.” Natasha spoke firmly, Wanda could see how Y/N tensed looking away from the other woman. “I heard the stories, and I read the reports…if you are holding back I will hurt you until you fight me for real, is that understood?”
Wanda shivered when a cold breeze went right through her, Y/N stood up on shaky legs before taking a fighting stance. Natasha tilted her head, and while to many she might be looking angered and ready to kill, Wanda had been around long enough to see Natasha was actually enjoying the training session. What’s more, Natasha was enjoying the company.
Y/N pouted and Wanda couldn’t help but think how utterly adorable that look was on her. The perfect posture for the fight, while showing off a petulant pout was something Wanda wanted to comment on.
The scene itself was just cute.
“Now, that’s cute, you gonna kill me with that pout?” Natasha drawled with sarcasm, and Wanda had to shake herself awake when a pair of eyes settled on her.
Y/N and Natasha both were looking at the young witch with the same bewilderment on their faces. Wanda shook awake from her staring, a frown settling on her face while she went back to train with her brother. Pietro narrowed her eyes at Wanda, he got ready to stop her punches, and Wanda hit him as hard as she could trying to shake her mind from the scene of moments ago.
Y/N was a psycho, and Wanda wasn’t allowed to think her name was cute, and she was breathtakingly beautiful when closeby.
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Days turned into weeks, and Y/N was about to reach her second month in the Avengers Compound.
She had adapted herself to the new life. It was different and confusing, she had read about friends, and relationships of all kinds but never before she had allowed herself to be part of anything. Her interaction with humans had been…deathly.
Nevertheless, Y/N liked life at the compound. Everyone was nice, and they were not afraid of her though they were severe with the rules and the training they were also nice, and kind. Y/N might not understand many things about the world, but she had learnt something and that was to distinguish between a bad person and a good one.
She had been ordered to kill both types of people.
She especially liked Natasha. The older woman was like a mother, she was kind and attentive, her voice was soothing and relaxing, she was always scolding Y/N whenever she didn’t organise her room or didn’t take a bath, or used the same clothes for three days in a row.
Natasha Romanoff was the mother Y/N never had, and that was something Y/N valued more than anything.
Then, there was Pietro.
He was funny, and he was always talking nonstop which was an advantage because Y/N was not overly found in conversations unless the situation demanded it. Y/N knew that Pietro was the brother she never met, or perhaps, the brother she never had; and he was not only funny but also quite helpful. He had been right on board when Y/N had asked to learn sokovian. He had been very helpful when, in secret, she asked about Wanda.
Now, Y/N relationship with everyone was nice, and amicable. Some meant more to Y/N than others, but she had learnt to call them family.
Wanda however…well, she was family. But she was also someone else. Something else.
Y/N didn’t know how to define it, it was difficult to do so.
Wanda was beautiful, and she was intelligent and sarcastic and, according to Tasha and Tony, sometimes she was a little brat. And all of that, combined with those green eyes and that killer smile made Y/N all warm and fuzzy inside. It made her weak on the knees and her heart speed as if she had been running for miles.
Yet, Wanda was so reluctant to even get closer to her. Sometimes she didn’t understand why Wanda didn’t like her. She could tell she was tolerated, and sometimes whenever they found themselves alone, Y/N could see traces of a smile or a kind gesture from her. Sometimes, she was nice and some others she was not but in all that time, Y/N got to know Wanda and the more she could see about the other woman, the more she felt her heart speed up at the thought of her.
It was confusing, and Natasha had refused to say or explain anything at all. You have to figure it out for yourself, Malysh (Kid)
Y/N sat on a stool munching a cracker looking at nowhere in particular, she pursed her lips pouting without meaning to. How was she supposed to figure it out if she wasn’t sure what was happening?
Wanda entered the kitchen without a care in the world, she had been so distracted she never noticed there was someone in there as well. For a brief moment she bounced happily around until her eyes met with those of Y/N, the young woman munching on her cracker glancing at Wanda with curious amusement.
“Uh, hi.” Wanda greeted, her heart caught in her throat and there was a flutter in her abdomen. Her eyes went from her dark eyes, to the hair, the face and the top she was wearing.
Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips pursing slightly though her eyes twinkled with curiosity. Wanda stood there for a moment, shaking her head when she realised she had been staring waiting for an answer.
“So, you have a good night?” Wanda almost cringed at how stupid her question had been. Really, did she have brain damage?
Y/N offered a tiny smile, nodding as a way to answer the question, it had been that way from the very beginning. There was not a single moment Wanda remembered Y/N speaking at all, but her face and gestures were expressive enough for Wanda to understand.
And for some reason, Wanda liked it. She wished she could hear Y/N, but she liked the way she would try to communicate with her in ways that Wanda never considered. The young woman would bring notes to her, written with perfect sokovian with a smile and a flush, or she would just brind Wanda’s favourite sweets, her favourite flowers, her favourite music…
Y/N cocked her head to one side, her lips curled in an easy smile though there was a glint of curiosity on her eyes. Wanda noticed she had been staring for far longer than she should, and she hated the fact her face warmed up when her eyes met Y/N’s ones. The young witch tried to smile, before looking away rather fast.
“Hey guys!” Natasha came running into the kitchen, she made her way to the fridge and Y/N diverted her eyes to follow Natasha with her eyes.
Wanda didn’t miss the interaction, a tug at her heart when Y/N seemed to just follow Natasha wherever she went.
Natasha turned around with a bottle of water on her hand, the Black Widow raised an eyebrow in amusement when she noticed Y/N eyes on her and Wanda’s eyes on Y/N.
“So, any plans for the afternoon?” Natasha asked, holding back her smile.
Wanda felt her cheeks warm up when Y/N turned to her, catching her in the act of checking her out. Y/N furrowed her brow turning to Natasha shrugging.
“I see, and you Wanda?” Natasha asked and Wanda scowled since she was pretty sure Y/N didn’t say anything.
“I was…I think I’m going to watch some sitcom reruns, or something.” Wanda observed as Y/N pressed her lips together, grabbing another cracker from a plate.
Natasha nodded, walking towards Y/N and putting a hand on her shoulder, “would you mind watching something with Y/N?”
“What?! Why?” Wanda exclaimed before she could censor herself, it wasn’t that she didn’t want Y/N company. It was the fact she liked her company too much, that she wanted to be a part of her life so much it scared her.
Wanda’s reaction was unexpected and, without even realising it, she had hurt Y/N. Wanda saw as Y/N furrowed her brows, the young woman shook her head huffing before storming out of the kitchen. Natasha sighed, directing her eyes to Wanda, the older woman concealed her emotions though she made sure Wanda could not look away from her as she spoke.
“You know? She has a rough start, and she is just trying to fit in.” Natasha said harshly. “I know you didn’t like her at first, Wanda.”
Wanda tensed waiting for Natasha’s next words, hating the knowing glint in the older woman’s eyes.
“I know that you like her now.” Natasha revealed leaning forward. “But you seem reluctant to get closer to her, and she is confused about it.”
“I don’t like her, that’s ridiculous.” Wanda shifted on her feet, turning away from the knowing stare of Natasha. “And, I just…barely tolerated her. And she…well, she…”
Natasha pursed her lips making her way to the younger woman, “she thinks you don’t like her, but she is trying to at least make friends with you.”
“How would you know that? She doesn’t even speak…” Wanda started shaking her head, walking away from Natasha.
“She does, you just are not ready to hear her yet.” Natasha said simply just before leaving the same way Y/N left.
Wanda wasn’t sure what happened, she really didn’t know. And she was left alone, confused and hurt.
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Wanda couldn’t sleep well that night, or the next one.
She was being tormented by her conversation with Natasha, by the confrontation she had with her own emotions. By the fact, Natasha thought she was not ready to hear Y/N. And, without really realising what she was doing, and while trying to ignore the real reason behind her actions, Wanda started meeting with Y/N at all times.
Whenever they met, Wanda made sure to call her by her name. Y/N. Everytime she would get the same reaction, Y/N’s eyes would lit up and she would wave as a way of greeting, just before going back to whatever she was doing. Wanda hated the thought that crossed her mind, she hated thinking Y/N looked cute. And that smile made her look even more beautiful than before.
Their meetings would always be the same, sometimes it would be just the two of them, some others with the whole team. Wanda liked the lone encounters because she could relax some, her interaction with Y/N would be just casual and relaxed. In those moments, they both would just enjoy the company of one another, words or not words, and it had become a moment in which Wanda could be herself. If only for a moment.
Then, came the encounters with the team, which Wanda found annoying for two reasons.
First there was her brother.
Pietro was an annoying idiot. He would not shut up, and as soon as he noticed Wanda's gaze lingering on Y/N his teasing became impossible to the point Wanda either shut him up with magic or they ended up arguing like five year olds.
Then, there was the fact you were always following Natasha everywhere. What was more, it seemed as if Natasha was the only one capable of either hearing you or reading you to attend to your every need.
It bothered Wanda, and she wasn't sure why but a wave of determination went through her when one morning you came to her with her favourite dish for breakfast. You offered the plate, cheeks pink and a nervous smile on your face.
Wanda couldn't help but melt at the gesture, and as she ate and saw you walk away with Natasha… well, Wanda decided that she too wanted to be near you, and that she too would love to read you the way the Black Widow did.
The next time Wanda met with Y/N alone during breakfast, she took her chance.
“I heard everyone went on a mission,” she drawled leaning against the counter, Y/N nodded pursing her lips. “And we are alone.”
Wanda wanted to hit herself, she really wasn’t meant to sound so…needy. Y/N furrowed her brows confused shrugging. Wanda took a deep breath tilting her head.
“I was wondering, would you like to see a movie with me?” Wanda waited expectantly, Y/N was shocked by the sudden invitation.
It took a moment, and Wanda was about to leave and say it didn’t matter when Y/N appeared right beside her, her hand was warm against Wanda’s. Wanda smiled when Y/N lit up, her lips curled in a smile nodding, her hand grabbing yet another cracker from a box.
“Good, then…” Wanda walked backwards, her lips curling slowly. “I…I get everything ready.”
They ended up watching a romcom, and Wanda had laughed not only at the absurdity of the movie but the faces Y/N ended up doing in some scenes. She was wide eye observing those soft sex scennes between actors, a dust of red adorning those cheeks while she observed carefully as the actors got into it. Then, there were the scenes in which the protagonist would try to swoon the women of his or her life.
It was obvious she was enjoying the movie, but also she was just too focused on every detail. As if she was analysing everything that was happening in there. And her concentration, along with the furrowing of her brows, the gleaming eyes and the surprise and amusement that went through her face made her cute. And Wanda never even noticed that her attention had been claimed but the other woman until right after the movie had ended.
The next time they met for a movie day Wanda had put on an action movie, and Y/N was just too excited watching the action and the explosions. Sometimes, when there was blood or dead scenes, she would crunched up against the sofa grabbing a pillow tightly against her chest, and Wanda had to wonder…
Movie night became a habit, and it was a habit that Y/N would start sometimes. She didn’t speak with words, but she would show up early in the morning with a DVD case and push it towards Wanda with a huge smile.
And Wanda understood that would be the movie they would watch that day. It was cute, and soon Wanda was eagerly waiting for her meetings with Y/N.
And, just like that, their relationship changed.
Y/N was just different.
The fact that she didn’t say anything at all meant nothing, because while there was not a single word coming from her she tended to be attentive. She would write little notes to Wanda in Sokovian, would bring her flowers or send her desserts. Sometimes she would make these delicious milkshakes she would only give Wanda or Natasha.
It was so…different.
And it was confusing. So confusing to think about Y/N all the time, to want to be by her side and share every second with her. To want to get to know her, or just be there for her.
Wanda knew she was in trouble. She knew there was something there, but she wasn't ready to admit her feelings.
So, after another sleepless night filled with Y/N dreams and thoughts, Wanda stood up ready to go to the kitchen for a coffee.
As soon as she left her room she stood dead on her tracks, Wanda saw as Y/N stood nervously in front of Natasha’s room, the older woman opening the door and soon Y/N was in Natasha’s arms, the door closing behind her.
Wanda felt numb.
Her heart shattered bringing a strange pain piercing her chest and soul.
With a blurry stare, she turned around and went back to her room.
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For some reason, Wanda avoided Y/N and Natasha like the plague.
She wouldn’t admit to anyone, even less to herself, that seeing Y/N go in the room with Natasha hurt. She couldn't explain why, and actually she didn't dare to explain it. She just wanted to get away from your dark eyes and your shy smile.
Wanda however couldn't hide for far too long. Y/N was persistent, and in her innocence she didn't understand Wanda's mood or reluctance to be too close to her, not after having spent more than eight months sharing her time with her. Getting to know her. Getting to…to like her.
Y/N was driving Wanda crazy, with her details, with her smile and with the way she looked at Wanda.
"You are what the Americans call a pussy." Pietro laughed evading his sister's slap, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"don't you have other people to go bother?" Wanda rolled her eyes trying to avoid Y/N while waiting for the rest of the team to show up in the meeting room.
There was a loud conversation coming from Bruce and Clint, Natasha was absent on a mission from SHIELD. Y/N sat quietly shooting glances to Wanda, before settling on a confusing frown pouting at the lack of attention.
"As your older brother, it is my duty to bother you and only you." Pietro replied playfully.
"12 minutes, Pietro, only by 12 minutes." Wanda snorted though she broke into an easy smile allowing Pietro to wrap his arms around her.
Pietro made a dismissive gesture, leaning in to make sure his conversation with Wanda would be private. His eyes flickered to Y/N, then back to Wanda where he caught her stealing glances at Y/N.
"Did you two have a fight?" Pietro could be really sweet and attentive when he wanted to, he asked softly to Wanda waiting for her sister to speak up.
“No, we didn’t. Why are you asking?” Wanda felt her heart skip a beat when Y/N turned sharply to the right until her eyes met Wanda's.
Pietro observed as Y/N lifted a hand waving slowly, but Wanda just huffed looking away. The young man could see the flash of hurt crossing Y/N, then only sadness and inadequacy.
“Because you have been avoiding her,” Pietro could see the mind of his twin working slowly around his words. "And you just ignored her attempts to be nice."
"I have not." Wanda replied weakly, Pietro offered her a crooked smile.
"You have, everyone has noticed it." Pietro leaned back, pursing his lips before speaking again. "Is there a reason why you have been avoiding her?"
"She is with Natasha." Wanda didn't mean to reveal so much, she was supposed to brush it off with some lame excuse.
Wanda hated the understanding crossing Pietro's face. Her brother turned to Y/N then back to his sister.
"How did you come with such a foolish conclusion?" There was an infuriating smirk coming from Pietro, she knew even if she was trying to glare down at her brother she was blushing.
Embarrassed and humiliated.
"I have eyes, Pietro. And wiped out that smirk." Her words came with a flicker of her hand and red mist showing on her fingertips.
"Wands, are you jealous?" Pietro asked teasingly, before Wanda could use her magic on him Steve and Tony entered the room.
Tony began the meeting with a quick announcement, Pietro let go of his sister not before whispering in her ear.
"She really is quite conflicted because you have been distant." Pietro offered a half smile, one born out of tenderness and understanding Wanda was surprised to see there. "And you are an idiot, Natasha is like a mother to her. There is nothing else there."
"How do you know? She did spend the night in her room, they spend almost every single moment together." Wanda couldn't help but ask, her heart skipping a beat while a bubble of hope grew in her chest.
Pietro shrugged, "I just know it is not like that. Besides, she wouldn't shut up about you and ask about what you like and…"
“She talked to you?” Wanda couldn’t explain the sudden ache in her heart, her whole face fell and her eyes held a glimpse of hurt Pietro was not used to seeing in his sister’s face.
“She…” Pietro trailed off not really sure if he should say what he was thinking, it didn’t matter though. As soon as he locked eyes with Wanda, he knew Wanda had read his thoughts.
She always talks to me.
But not Wanda.
The both of them had spent mornings and nights enjoying breakfast and movies, they had shared special moments in which they would laugh and just…be silent. Yes, Y/N writes notes in perfect sokovian, she always seemed to know what Wanda liked or what she prefers being in a movie, book, music…anything!
But she never said a single word!
Wanda was fuming, and she really was waiting for the meeting to be over so she could just get away from those doe eyes of Y/N that were looking at her trying to catch her attention.
“Wanda, wait!” Pietro caught his sister before she could leave the compound, the tears were a complete surprise to her and to Pietro who leaned in to wipe them away.”Sestra…”
Wanda lifted a hand shaking her head, “I just want to be alone, Pietro.”
Pietro didn’t insist, he saw as Wanda left to walk around the compound. The young man followed her with his eyes until she disappeared behind the wooded area, then he turned to the compound and found Y/N standing by the gates. And her face was just as miserable as that of Wanda.
He sighed.
Why were they so complicated?
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Wanda had disappeared most of the day and part of the night.
She tried to put her thoughts in order, it was evident she needed to solve her insecurities and the sudden turmoil that took place in her mind and heart the moment she set her eyes on Y/N. Wanda had reached a conclusion, Y/N was attractive, yes. And even in the midst of all the unspoken words amongst them, Wanda found herself falling for your young woman.
But, it was quite obvious the other woman didn't feel the same way, thus Wanda needed to put distance for her own good.
Distance didn't work, though.
Y/N made it her duty to be even more adorable and special than ever. Wanda would find random notes or details around the places she liked to spend her time in. Sometimes it would be a book with a note and a doddle of her using her powers. Some others she would find mix up tapes with an old walkman and songs Wanda had yet to listen to but that she ended up loving.
Some others she would find a flower, and everytime it was a different flower. All of them with different meanings and in all that time even though Wanda and Y/N would cross stares and come face to face Y/N never said a word and Wanda found herself even more drawn and in love with the young girl.
"I'm being surrounded, guys." Wanda flickered her hands covering three of her attackers and throwing them away. "And sure, I can deal but with a little help…"
She trailed off, a set of bullets coming her way. The young woman tried to lift some rubble to cover herself up, she was fast but not fast enough. A piercing pain went from her right arm, she turned red eyes to the wound that was pouring blood at the moment.
"Shit, I'm wounded." Wanda whispered with a tinge of disbelief in her tone.
"Wanda hold on…"
The communication cut out and Wanda felt the ground tremble under her feet. There was a truck, more soldiers and she was surrounded. Wanda made a face, her arm was hurting and she was getting exhausted.
Then, it happened.
Darkness. Pure and unadulterated darkness, followed by a chilling breeze.
Wanda gasped at the sight of Y/N, eyes completely black walking just a few inches above the ground. The shadows surrounding her, her hands spread wiggling her fingers.
The world stopped for a brief second, Wanda had heard of Y/N power. She knew what Y/N could do, she had seen the pictures and read the reports. But one thing was knowing and another was seeing.
For a brief moment Wanda locked eyes with Y/N. No longer was she the shy, almost playful woman Wanda was used to, there was a coldness that Wanda was sure came along with the training and her line of work in the past.
A blurry of black came from her back, Wanda broke the stare to look around. The young witch opened her eyes when she realised time had stopped, or at least soldiers and the heavy truck were halted by a single shadow spreading out from Y/N fingers.
Wanda shivered but she wasn't sure if it was due to the low temperature, the emotionless face from Y/N or her voice.
"Are you alright?" it was a sweet, concerned tone. Nothing like the person Wanda was seeing at the moment, nothing like she imagined a trained assassin sounded like.
Wanda never thought the first time she heard Y/N talking would be like this. But her heart fluttered when the question about her well-being came, when she realised Y/N was not only worried but also interested in her being okay.
Y/N tilted her head, breaking her concentration enough for Wanda to see a shadow of the young woman she was falling in love with.
"Yes, you?" Wanda asked, taking a step forward, Y/N flickered her eyes to Wanda’s wound.
"You are bleeding." Y/N eyes darkened even more, the shadows spread out until Wanda heard the gasp and whimpers of pain coming from the men around them.
Wanda stepped closer, she watched the changes in Y/N how she went from a Y/N to someone Wanda was not eager to meet.
Y/N noticed the flash of fear in Wanda, her heart breaking at the sight. Before she could do or say something Wanda was invading her personal space, Wanda's hands on top of hers.
The warmth coming from the young woman spread as fast as lighting through Y/N's body. The moment of contact cost Y/N her concentration, her eyes locked with those of Wanda.
"I really am fine, Y/N, just sore." She tried to explain, offering a half smile.
Y/N let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, her own lips breaking into an answering smile until a loud bang broke the silence around them.
"Y/N!" Wanda screamed her name before anything else, her hands and eyes glowing red just as a great darkness engulfed her.
Everything happened too fast, Wanda freed herself only to find everyone on the ground. Bleeding and shredded to pieces.
Y/N was breathing hard, she turned around and there was no more darkness there. Wanda saw how scared the other woman was, how confused she looked.
"Y/N…" Wanda whispered and then she was holding onto the young woman falling to her arms.
Wanda was about to speak when she noticed blood, a bullet wound on Y/N.
"I am a monster." Y/N said mechanically. "Monsters don't feel, monsters don't bleed."
"Guys, Y/N is hurt, you better come NOW!"
Wanda didn't notice the trembling on her voice, or the tears rolling down her cheeks. She just held onto Y/N repeating the same words like a mantra until… she spoke no more.
"No, no, no, please, Y/N, please baby wake up…" Wanda was desperate, afraid to move and hurt her even more.
The young witch could hear the rest of the team coming her way, she could hear the exclamations when all of them saw the scene in front of them.
"Please, baby, just wake up, they're here and you're going to be fine." Wanda whispered, her arms wrapped protectively around Y/N.
Wanda watched as Tony and Natasha helped Y/N on a stretcher. Pietro had his arms around her.
"She is going to be okay, don't worry." He tried to reassure Wanda, but the young witch was afraid this would not be the case.
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Wanda found herself in Y/N’s room everyday for over a week.
She would come to check on her status, to read to her, to put on some music or a movie. Wanda would stay late at night teling Y/N about her day, about the missions, but she would never tell Y/N she missed her. How her world turned to be just cold and lonely without her around it.
Wanda never told Y/N about her feelings, how she didn't think she was a monster. How Wanda herself thought she was a monster once, a long time ago.
"Steve is looking for you," Natasha placed a hand on Wanda's shoulder, the young woman turned startled furrowing her words.
Natasha offered a rare smile filled with understanding.
"He is worried about you and the amount of time you spend here."
Wanda couldn't hide her blush, she opened her mouth to explain herself but nothing came out.
"I know why you stay here, Wanda." Natasha flickered her eyes to the sleeping form of Y/N. "Perhaps, you should tell her."
Wanda sighed looking away, "I don't think… I'm not…"
Wanda was not sure she should do it, she wasn't even sure Y/N felt the same. There was so much fear in a single act of confession, Wanda was not sure if it was the right thing to do.
Natasha squeezed her shoulder tenderly.
"Sometimes, we need to hear those words, Wanda. Sometimes we really need to know there is someone out there that loves us for who we are. What we are." Natasha said with so much understanding in her words, Wanda felt her throat clenched with unshed emotions. "Don't wait too long because time is an illusion, and you could regret tomorrow what you didn't do today."
Natasha saw as Wanda left with silent tears rolling down her cheeks. The redhead turned to Y/N pursuing her lips in disapproval.
"I know you are awake," Natasha reprimand, Y/N eyes fluttering open and Natasha shot her a soft glare. "The same goes to you, stop hiding, stop running and do something or you are going to lose the girl you can stop thinking about."
Y/N pouted looking away, Natasha snorted brushing Y/N with a tender hand.
"I expect something to change for the better once I am back, Y/N. You deserve to be happy as much as she deserves it."
Y/N huffed, shooting a quick glance at Natasha, "I'm not used to this, Tasha, I don't want to mess up."
Natasha softened her features, her hand went to Y/N head caressing her softly.
"Think about you, how would you like to be approached or to feel…" Natasha then shrugged, "then think about her and how you want her to feel. Then, you will have your answer."
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Wanda couldn't help the goofy smile on her face.
That very morning a breakfast had been set up for her, a flower, her favourite breakfast and a single note.
Have a good day, Little Witch
It read in perfect sokovian. Y/N had woken up and at the moment was in deep conversation with Steve and Tony. While Wanda knew she wasn't in any trouble, the conversation was necessary to assess the damage she had inflicted on the Hydra minions, and the damage to her own psyche.
But the morning turned to afternoon, and then that afternoon turned in night and Wanda had yet to see Y/N. Once again, Wanda felt the piercing pain of rejection, of having created false expectatives around someone that only thought of Wanda as a friend. Nothing else. Nothing like Wanda wished for.
The next day Wanda woke up empty.
She considered if standing up was necessary, it was Saturday so she knew the compound would be empty at least until they decided if it would be movie night or party night. If Wanda was to be honest, she didn’t want to do nothing at all. She just wanted to…lay there.
It was not possible, and she knew that.
Soon, Wanda was getting ready to go to the kitchen and grabbed something to eat when she first came face to face with her brother. The young man had a huge grin in place, his eyes twinkling with mischief and Wanda was dreading that expression.
“Sister of mine, I received a note for you…” Pietro bowed mockingly, stretching his hand with a red piece of paper.
“For me?” Wanda grabbed the paper, opening it slowly, her breath caught in her throat as she read the words over and over again. “What…?”
“I’m not sure. But if I were you, I would follow what they said.” Pietro offered a sincere smile, Wanda chewed on her lower lips hesitating until she felt the hand of her brother on hers. “Wands, do you want to?”
Wanda didn’t need to read minds, or to even ask Pietro what he meant to know what he was asking. The young woman nodded shyly, and Pietro engulfed her in a hug.
“Then little sister, go for it.”
“12 minutes, Pietro, only for 12 minutes!” Wanda could hear his laughter, though he had disappeared in a matter of seconds.
Wanda read the note again, she chewed on her lower lip knowing the warmth she was feeling on her face was due to her own embarrassment. Her heart was pounding against her chest, and there was a tingling all over her abdomen travelling up her chest to her limbs.
You are the light to my darkness, it is just through your eyes and your smile that I can take on my worst nightmares and know that there is a chance to happiness.
I know I don’t deserve you. I am a monster, you are an angel…
I don’t presume to know what you want, or what you think…but if you feel as I feel…would you meet me by the hill overlooking the compound?
It was a beautiful morning, warm and fresh, with the compound gleaming peacefully under the sun of Spring. The hill Y/N had mentioned in her letter was overlooking the compound and the lake, right before a great forest that spread out to the mountains. It was a beautiful place that they rarely went to, missions and the life of a hero didn’t allow for excursions or more everyday experiences.
Wanda was nervous, her hands wriggling in front of her playing with the rings on her fingers. Her green eyes sweeping around the terrain, she knew her heart was just beating too fast, too loud that probably anyone could hear it. Her body was trembling with anticipation, Wanda felt as if she had jumped off of a hill to an endless pit of uncertainty. She didn't know what she would find, and while her mind was trying to play tricks on her, whispering lies and doubts, her heart was telling her this was the right decision.
Y/N sat at the steep of the cliff, Wanda was tempted to call out to her. Fear grasped her heart at her closeness to the precipice, but the young witch knew Y/N would not jump, much less fall due to clumsiness.
“I received your note.” Wanda said lamely, she wanted to hit herself when Y/N turned back with a teasing smile in place. “Obviously.”
Y/N chuckled patting the spot beside her, Wanda hesitated. Y/N might be an expert with extreme emotions, but Wanda preferred not to experience them. However, the young woman couldn’t say no to those doe eyes, that pull of the lip and that pleadingly glance.
“I think you are far too comfortable with getting away with anything you want,” Wanda said while sitting right beside her, Y/N shrugged smuggly tilting his head so he was looking directly at Wanda.
Wanda was about to speak, but Y/N's sweet and deep voice stopped her.
“I like you, Wanda.” It was a simple declaration, and it described perfectly the type of person Y/N had been so far. “I think that I may be in love with you, but…I’m not sure.”
Wanda swallowed down her emotions, the tears pricked at her eyes though she was not completely sure what to feel. What to experience. Y/N furrowed her brows lifting a hand to brush away the tears, she was being so tender Wanda felt the tugged in her heart as a painful reminder that perhaps this was not a real declaration.
“Oh, I think you are not understanding,” Y/N finally said though there was still confusion in her dark eyes. “I cannot tell you if I am falling in love with you because I have never…I have read about it, and the movies and shows we have seen are good research material but…”
“I am in love with you.” Wanda didn’t know what possessed her to make the declaration, she could read the surprise in Y/N's face and Wanda decided this was the best time to come clear with her emotions. “I have fallen in love with you, and I’m not sure if this is a good or a bad thing, I’m not sure you…”
Y/N pursed her lips turning away from Wanda, “Tasha told me that I should be honest, that I should know my emotions before coming forth and reveal them to you.”
Wanda could see the conflicting emotions in Y/N’s face, her hand twitched hesitantly before she took Y/N warm hand in hers. Y/N lowered her stare to her join hands, her lips curling slightly.
“I was raised to be a monster, to be an assassin.” Y/N continued. “And that’s what I was. I learn about human emotions, but I have never had anyone. No family. No friends. No lover.”
Wanda squeezed her hand, and Y/N sighed facing Wanda with determination.
“You are so pure, Wanda.”
“I am not pure, Y/N.” Wanda replied and there was a hint of humour in her tone, perhaps her interpretation of the word completely different to the one Y/N brought into the conversation. “And you are not a monster.”
Y/N snorted, “I am, and I make peace with that. And you are pure, Wanda. You have never seen or experienced what someone like me had. You…even in your mistakes, you feel everything, you experience emotions in a way I can only envy.”
Wanda played with those words in her head, she was trying to read between lines and understand everything Y/N was experiencing at the moment.
“You are beautiful, and like a light in the midst of so much darkness and coldness.” Y/N leaned in getting so close to Wanda the other woman couldn’t help but part her lips, her eyes going from Y/N’s lips then to her eyes.
“And I am afraid of you finding…perhaps, it is not me who you want. Who you wanted. I am afraid of not knowing how to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”
Wanda softened with that declaration, with some hesitation she lifted a single hand to cup Y/N’s cheek in her hands. Her eyes gleaming with all the emotions she was experiencing at the moment, to make sure Y/N could read the honesty behind her gestures.
“I love your voice, I can’t believe you have deprived me of hearing you talk.”
“You make me nervous.” Y/N revealed sheepishly, “I was…afraid I would mess up. Sometimes, my voice and my words…are not so functional. I sound like a soldier, like what they made me.”
Wanda leaned further in, she could see the suffering and the uncertainty in regards to what Y/N was going through.
“You make me nervous too,” Wanda confessed to a surprised Y/N. “I thought…maybe I was not enough, that you couldn’t feel the same and…”
Wanda was cut off by a pair of lips against hers, the kiss was soft and tentative, a brush of lips trying to learn her taste to memorise her lips. It didn’t last more than a couple of seconds, and it felt like an eternity of bliss.
When her eyes fluttered open, Wanda saw Y/N looking back at her with a huge grin and dust of pink on her cheeks.
"You're not a monster, Y/N. I learned a long time ago that my powers, our powers, don't define us." Wanda brushed a strand of hair out of Y/N's face, the young woman smiled stroking Y/N's cheek.
"You are an amazing woman, and you are becoming an amazing fighter. A hero."
Y/N dipped her head shyly, and Wanda had to wonder how this woman sitting in front of her could be such a dangerous assassin, a stoic fighter and at the same time looked so innocent, so bashful and young.
"I don't feel like a hero," she said softly, "I am damaged, and I need some work…perhaps, at some point, I would believe it."
Y/N's words were accompanied by a sheer honesty Wanda was sure was one of her best traits.
"We can try working on that and… if you want, we can try working on us." Wanda gave a nervous smile, flustered at her own boldness. "If you want, of course."
This time around Y/N, and her laughter was like a fresh breeze on a heated morning.
"I think I do want to, Wanda."
Wanda shivered when she said her name, the young witch smiled and this time around it was her the one acting shyly. Y/N leaned in with a serious expression, her eyes gleaming with an unfamiliar light.
"I am ready to learn about being with someone, in a relationship." Y/N's voice dropped, it turned invitingly and this time around whatever tingles Wanda had felt on her abdomen and chest they were travelling all the way down to her crotch.
"I am really ready to learn everything there is to know about being with you,” Y/N was so close, and her voice was just so inviting. “I know I want to experience everything with you…but Tasha told me to do this right, we have to be married. Outside of that sacred bond, it would be…meaningless.
Y/N observed carefully as the young witch's face changed at those words, her green eyes darkened slightly, her cheeks red and her breath laboured, though her mouth was hanging open at the last part.
"Who said… I mean marriage is.. I guess some people…" And could Wanda sound more of an idiot at the moment?
Y/N laughed again, her arm wrapped around Wanda pressing closer to her careful with the position they were in. The teasing in her eyes easy to read at the moment, Wanda was still trying to process what had happened until Y/N spoke again.
"Pietro said if I mentioned something like that you would short-circuit." The teasing smile didn't go, and Wanda felt the need to kill her twin at the moment.
"Does it mean you though of us having sex before marriage?" Y/N inquired feing innocence.
"Oh God, I'm going to kill Pietro" Wanda mumbled looking away in embarrassment, Y/N chuckled before leaning back
Wanda didn't dare to look back at Y/N, but she ended up returning the smile the other woman was wearing.
“I wouldn’t mind doing something before marriage,” Y/N chuckled when Wanda just rolled her eyes at her.
“You really are enjoying this teasing.”
“I am, yes.” Y/N answered seriously, “and I like it more because it is with you.”
Wanda offered a half smile, Y/N squeezed her hand tenderly.
“And, while I would love to make love to you, and I think for now I just want to…be with you.” Y/N revealed and Wanda melted right away trembling at the close proximity of the other woman. At the tender kiss, and the loving words.
“I think I want to be with you as well.” Wanda revealed and the both of them knew it was more than a physical attraction, that there was something else they needed to build before their relationship could change.
Silence overcame them, and it was comfortable. Both of them contemplating the morning, the sun sneaking out of the heavy clouds.
Slowly, and without planning it, their hands joined again. A simple gesture, a moment of solitude before they had to go back to the real world.
This time around together.
