#alwaysfallforfanfic

*in midst of battle on Titan*

Tony Stark: hey, Thanos.

Thanos: *growls* what?

Tony Stark: have a snickers. *hands him a snickers bar*

Thanos: why? *stares at it confused*

Tony Stark: because you're not you when you're hungry.

Thanos: *eats snickers and looks around with a dorky grin* oh- wait whats going on? Hey, will you get this thing off me? *holds up left hand weilding Infinity Gauntlet*

Dr Strange, Peter Parker and The Guardians: *stare at him like wtf*

*So, this took me FOREVER to write because I’ve never written anything down that involved even a smidgen of sex related anything so I apologize if it’s terrible. But after writing this I do have to say that I ship these two way harder than I ever expected to. SOOOOO, enjoy.*

Wanda Maximoff had left the room and when her brother shut the door behind her, she was intrigued and she was just being a sister. She placed her ear to the door listening to every word.

“They’re because I saved the man that I love.” She heard her brothers voice answer and she backed a couple inches from the door to let out a low squeal, placing her hands over her mouth.

“Wanda? Are you oka-mmph” Steve was cut off when Wanda used her magic to cover his mouth. “Shh!” Wanda whispered, gesturing for Steve to be quiet, placing one finger over her lips and released Steve from the hold of her magic. She then gestured for Steve to join her at the door where she was eavesdropping on her brother and his lover.

Steve was amused to say the least. Wanda was never this adamant about things. But he didn’t ask questions as he pressed his ear against the door and for the first time in his life he eavesdropped for the mere fun of it. He was shocked at what he was hearing.

“Pietro, I don’t thin-”

“Then I guess you don’t love me.”

“I-Pietro...”

“That is my name, yes.” Pietro’s voice joked from the other side of the door. Steve wasn’t surprised about him, he was surprised to hear that the other voice was Clint Barton. He glanced at Wanda who was grinning at him, her eyes sparkling more than he’d even seen them.

“Is that Clint?” He whispered, astonished. Wanda nodded and again held her finger to her lips.

“You want me to show you how much I love you?” There was a pause, after Clint’s next words before he continued again, “Well then, that’s a lot so we should get started pretty soon.” After that Steve and Wanda heard no more. Mainly because Steve had pulled Wanda away from the door and into his own room which was across the hall.

“Your brother and Clint are…-”

“Yes, I only just found out myself. I’m so happy for him.” Wanda exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with happiness as she gazed seemingly through the door in the direction of her brother and Clint. Steve couldn’t help but be happy that these kids finally were getting the happiness they deserved. He only wished he could give Wanda someone to love as much as her brother.

Wanda, unwilling to Steve’s knowledge could hear his thoughts. She hadn’t meant to but often when she found herself very distracted by something else she somehow tapped into a rather hard to control part of her power. She turned back to Steve and she smiled at him.

“I’m fine with everything that I have. It’s more than enough.” She admitted, though she realized she just flat out told Steve that she’d read his mind basically. Steve blushed a color close to the color of her hair.

“Ho-How..?” He asked. Wanda closed her eyes and took a deep breath, clenching her hands into fists at her sides.

“I..I’m sorry. I read people’s minds when I am distracted. You were the closest..I-” “Hey, there’s no need to apologize. No harm was done...but just to be clear that was the first time you read my mind right?” Steve asked, his voice sounded panicked almost strained. Wanda wondered if he’d had other thoughts that he hadn’t wanted anyone to know about. She searched his eyes for an answer, but only found herself losing her train of thought the longer she looked at him.

“Wanda?” Steve asked, again. Wanda snapped out of her daze and looked away, taking a quick, much needed, deep breath before she returned her eyes to Steve’s.

“Yes, it was the only time. I promise I didn’t mean to-” Steve cut her off when he placed a hand on her shoulder. Wanda jerked a little and Steve quickly pulled his hand back. It was obvious the Soldier hadn’t meant to startle her and she knew that but she definitely hadn’t expected contact.

“I’m sorry. I jus-”

“Wanda, enough with the apologies. It’s not your fault. I overstepped-”

“No! No, you didn’t. It..it wasn’t...I- I’m sor-” Wanda stopped in the middle of her sentence. She was only embarrassing herself more. She couldn’t explain why she’d suddenly melted into a little girl from just one touch, but she had. Steve wanted nothing more than to take it back. He made her uncomfortable and that wasn’t what he wanted to do. He felt horrible. He’d wanted the gesture to be friendly, to show her it was okay. Instead he’d made her panic.

“I-I..excuse me.” Wanda blurted a moment later and she fled the room. What was she thinking?

That was her problem. She didn’t know what the problem was, all she knew was that she couldn’t be around him any longer. She figured, no, she knew she was about to do something stupid had she’d stayed any longer. The second she left the room she wished she could go back. But it was too late, one second to late.

A month passed and Wanda tried to avoid Steve like he was the devil. The problem? Steve was trying to avoid her too which always caused them to bump into the other in the unwanted corners where they’d tried to escape that other. It always came with a rather awkward conversation and a quick getaway as soon as possible.

Except this time. It happened in the fourth floor corridor, the dark one that was never used. It connected the entire floor as it ran directly through the middle of it. Yet for some reason, no one ever used it, they used the smaller ones that ran on the outsides of the floors.

Wanda had decided that she would just go and hang out there for a while. Maybe clear her thoughts. Nothing she did could distract her thoughts. Multiple times a day she found herself lost in thought, distracted. She couldn’t focus. It was like one touch from Steve, a month ago, made her entire body buzz, her entire mind go haywire, which was not good for anyone. But there was nothing she could do to stop it. Nothing she tried worked. She tried so hard to avoid him, to stay away..but now she was beginning to wonder...what if that was the opposite  of what she needed to do?  

She groaned and leaned her head back against the wall. Why was this happening to her? She could have gone to her brother to talk about it, he would have listened but she hadn’t wanted to pull him away from Clint. Never in her life had she seen Pietro so happy. Except before they become who they were then.

The only other person she would have felt comfortable talking to was the one person she had been set on avoiding. She closed her eyes and tried to work her magic on herself. She at least felt like she was succeeding until she felt someone else’s presence. Her eyes snapped open but she saw nothing as the hallway stayed dark. But she felt something. Someone tripped over legs and crashed to the ground.

All she heard was a loud thump and a groan. But that was all she needed to know who it was. She felt her pulse speed up and a gasp escaped her lips. She wriggled her fingers, willing her magic into the palm of her hand to allow a bit of light.

“Steve?” She whispered, as she finally saw his face. Steve was laying on his back and he looked down the length of his body to meet Wanda’s eyes.

“Wanda.” He acknowledged. She blushed, thankful for the red glow of her magic, hopefully making it harder for him to notice her pink cheeks.

“I’m so sorry! I didn-”

“Hey, what did I tell you about apologizing?” He asked, cutting her off. She smiled and felt her cheeks grew warmer.

“Sorry.” She giggled. Steve grinned and pushed himself up on his elbows. Wanda felt her breath catch again as Steve was now two inches away from her face. “Wha- uh..I didn’t think...I thought-”

“This was a good place to think? I come here to think a lot. Although, I’ve never run into anyone else, or rather tripped over anyone else.” Steve said, rather quickly. He pulled back a few inches when he’d looked up and noticed how close he truly was to her.

“I just..I needed a place to be alone and Friday said this was the best place. I didn’t mean to-”

“Wanda.” Steve said. Wanda silently thanked him. She was blabbering. Honestly, she had no idea what she was saying. All she knew was this was the most conversation she’d had with Steve in a month. But when she met his blue eyes in the glow of her red light, she felt like she forgot how to breathe.

And without warning, she leaned forward and kissed Steve Rogers directly on the lips.

When she became aware of what she’d done, Wanda pulled away a complete blubbering mess.

“I..I’m..I’m sorry.” She blurted, horrified of what she’d done. Steve wasn’t even given a second to process what was happening before she slipped out of his grasp again and ran off down the hallway.

Steve sat there in the hallway in shock. There were already so many things that had been going on through his mind in the past month. Wanda was one of them, but now, now she was every single one of them. He truly hadn’t expected to find her in his safe spot. And if he hadn’t expected that, he definitely did not see that kiss coming.

But it made everything so much clearer. The day he’d touched her shoulder, she hadn’t been scared of him. The way she’d been avoiding him wasn’t because she didn’t want him around. The moment she kissed him….

Steve suddenly knew exactly what had been going on. He got to his feet and set off on a private mission after the girl that had slowly but surely been stealing not only his breath, quite literally as she’d knocked him off his feet once or twice, but also his heart.

Wanda slammed the door shut with her mind and flung herself onto her bed. Why did she do that? Why? She couldn’t believe she suddenly had no control over her actions. But then again in that one moment...she’d felt like she was finally able to think clearly. At least for a moment because right now her mind was more jumbled than ever.

She lay there, her finger lazily trailing across her lips as she remembered the feeling of her lips on his. But she tried to push the thought away knowing that it could never happen again, no matter how hard she wanted it too. Wanda wasn’t sure how she would ever be able to stand in front of that man ever again. She took yet another deep breath and she pushed herself to her feet and she stepped up to the door. Just as she pulled the door open, ready to run, ready to breathe she found herself running right into someone. She felt like every ounce of oxygen was sucked out of her body as she bounced backwards back into the room she’d been trying to leave.

Wanda gasped and stepped backwards as Steve lowered his hand, which he’d been about to knock with. Suddenly, she couldn’t breathe again. She backed up again, this time with enough room for Steve to step inside the room.

“Wanda-”

“Please don’t..I..I overstepped, I wasn’t..I-” Wanda blurted, the back of her knees hitting the mattress. Steve closed the door behind him, and without Wanda’s knowledge he turned the lock. He never looked away from her though.

“Wanda, listen to me for a second. I’m not mad at you. I-” Steve faltered for a moment and it stunned Wanda. She had stumped him. That was a first for her. Steve looked around the room for a minute. He knew what he wanted to do. But now that she was in front of him, he wasn’t sure he could. Wanda looked beautiful standing there, waiting for Steve to continue.

Finally, Steve took a deep breath. He was going to do it.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” He said. Wanda felt defeated. There wasn’t exactly a good way to describe the knot of feelings that grew in the pit of her stomach as Steve stood there, taking her in. Her shoulders drooped a little, and though she thought she’d feel relieved she only felt empty. With a small sigh, she glanced up.

He reached her in two easy strides and he wrapped the young girl into his arms, he bent his head a tad to the right and then down, one hand caressing the back of her head, touching their lips together as soft as possible.

Wanda melted in his arms.

Every inch of her body felt like it was on fire. She felt every single one of her muscles relax and Steve’s arms wrapped tighter around her. Wanda placed her hand on his chest and pushed herself up on her toes, kissing him back.

This was right. This was the moment she wanted, needed. Steve was in the same boat.

When the need for air became too great, they pulled apart, both gasping for air. The balls of Wanda’s feet once more touched the ground but her hand nor Steve’s arms moved.

“Is that all you had to tell me?” She teased, her russian accent coming out strongly. Steve, breathlessly grinned down at the beautiful girl in his arms.

“I could think of a few more things to say. If, of course, you think that you are ready to hear them?” He said it as a question. Wanda grinned and pushed herself back up to his lips, quickly though before she pulled away again.

“Steve, I think I’ve been ready for months now.” She said. Steve grinned down at her. “I was hoping you’d say that. But, you should know that I...I’ve never done this before-” Steve began. Wanda giggled, cutting him off. Steve was a tad bit confused, but her reaction.

“I haven’t either. Why else would I have been so awkward about kissing you without permission?” She asked.

Steve smirked.

“You think you need permission? God, that’s adorable.” Steve grinned bigger and he kissed her again. Hungrier, more passionately this time. Wanda grinned in her mind and nipped at Steve’s lip asking permission to enter. She figured she’d keep up the ‘wanting permission’ role until one of them couldn’t hold back anymore. She figured they could make a game of it. With that idea in mind she pulled back, just as Steve had granted her access.

At her sudden refusal, Steve looked down at her concerned. Before he could question it, Wanda told him her game. Steve found the idea intriguing. He figured it was smart too because since neither of them had ever done anything before it easily gave them boundaries to set up. An easy way to tell the other if they have to stop.

“I think that sounds like a grand idea.” Steve admitted. Wanda grinned and she began to shrug her jacket off her shoulders before she stopped.

“Oh, do I have permission to take of my jacket?” She joked, her hazel green eyes meeting Steve’s blue irises. Steve nodded, watching as she pulled it off.

“Yes, and do I have permission to kiss you again?” He asked. Wanda shrugged her jacket fully off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor.

“Yes, you do.” She whispered it, standing herself up on her toes, reaching for his lips, which he gladly gave to her.

For the first time in ages Wanda felt like she could think clearly, and to think the only thing she needed was Cap’s lips.

Steve never realized how much he’d really wanted this until it hit him how much she wanted it. And even then, he was pretty sure she’d only come to terms with it seconds ago, just like he had. It took him almost a good minute before he realized she was straining up to reach him. Curse his tall gorgeous genetically enhanced genes. He pulled away and pressed gently down on her shoulders, telling her to sit down. She obliged, scooting backwards so there was enough room for him. He gave her an approving smile and grabbed the collar of his shirt, raising his eyebrow in question. Wanda nodded.

Steve pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it over with her jacket before he climbed onto the bed with her. Wanda found herself being pulled closer to him, and she maneuvered herself until she was sitting directly on his lap. She flipped her hair over her shoulders and let her fingers trail across Steve’s chest. She’d always wanted to feel it beneath her fingers. She often had imagined what it was like, and what he might like in return. She figured now was as good a time as any to try out some of her theories.  

Her right pointer finger trailed from the very center of his collarbone down to his bellybutton. Steve shivered as the feeling of her hands sent emotions surging through his body.

“So much for asking permission.” Wanda giggled as she traced the same line with her finger again, grinning to herself as she earned another shiver from Steve. Steve shrugged his incredibly attractive arms and smiled at her, tucking a piece of her golden-red locks behind her ear and leaving his hand there, placed gently on her face, his thumb rubbing across her cheek.

“Oh well. As long as you don’t forfeit I suppose we can make an exception.”

Wanda leaned closer and placed her left hand on Steve’s cheek.

“There’s no way I’m forfeiting. I can’t get this close and not get-” She cut herself off as Steve’s lips closed on hers again. She let the rest of her fingers join her first one on his chest, the fingers of her left hand tangling into the hair behind his ear, pressing her lips tighter against his. The thing about this was that neither of them felt like they had to rush. They knew they had time. Unlike her brother, Wanda didn’t mind taking it slow. Sometimes the best things came from sitting back and watching, which was where she felt the most comfortable.

Steve pulled away from her lips and kissed from the very edge of her mouth down to her jawbone and eventually to her neck. Wanda laid her head back as she folded her hands behind Steve’s head. She let loose a small gasp when she felt him transition from kissing to sucking directly on a soft spot. Steve was satisfied with the way she reacted so he did it again.

Wanda still out of it from the first time wasn’t expecting a second bite seconds later. She jumped a tad, but it was more of a jump to get closer to him than it was to pull away. Jerking forward in surprise had cause her to grind her hips against his, giving him something in return. Wanda grinned and she pulled back from him, meeting his eyes. “Did you like that?” She asked, doing it again, this time on purpose, earning a deep pleasurable moan from Steve. Wanda giggled as she did it a third time.

“I would think that’s a yes.”  She said, as she finally felt the sizeable bulge growing in Steve’s pants beneath her. Steve looked into the Scarlet Witch's eyes, with his eyes burning with a passion. Wanda felt that passion herself and she leaned forward slowly, touching their noses together.

“You know what? Forget the game. You have my permission to do with me whatever you want.” Wanda whispered, placing a soft kiss on the tip of Steve’s nose.

“Whatever I want?” Steve teased. Wanda nodded and grinded her hips again. She loved the sound the Steve made whenever she did it. The intricate way that his lips parted and the sound that slipped out was music too her ears.

“You know what I want? I want you out of this dress.” Steve said, not really waiting for her to answer. His hand trailed up the back of her dress and the tips of his fingers found the zipper. Wanda felt like she wanted to freak out as she realized what was about to happen. She told herself, many times in her head that this what what she wanted, Steve would never hurt her, she knew that.

Steve watched her carefully as he began to pull the zipper down, using his other hand to pull her hair over to one side. He never let his eyes leave hers as the zipper reached its end. Wanda never let her eyes leave his either as she raised her arms over her head. Steve pulled her dress up and over her head before he tossed it in the pile of clothing they had created. Finally, he let out the breath he hadn’t known he was holding in.

“Wanda-” It came out as a whisper. But that was the only word he had. He hadn’t seen another woman so beautiful since the 1940s. Or more so another woman that took his breath away, he saw plenty of beautiful women, but it was rare when one knocked the breath out of him. And, the more that Steve thought about it, there had already been multiple times Wanda had knocked the breath out of him, both figuratively and literally.

“You..”

“You don’t have to say anything I kn-”

“You’re beautiful.” Steve said, cutting her off. Wanda’s mouth dropped open. If there was one thing she’d never expected someone to call her, it was beautiful. The last person who had, had been her mother. She certainly didn’t think of herself as beautiful especially not with the scars that she carried beneath her clothing.

“I-”

“Shush.” Steve whispered, placing his hand on her back pulling her closer to him once more. “You’re beautiful, and don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.” He whispered in her ear before he kissed her lips again. Wanda wasn’t sure how she got so lucky. She’d always thought Pietro was the lucky one. In every way. Yet, here she was. The luckiest person on the planet. She wasn’t sure how but she must have deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms back around Steve’s neck because she hadn’t noticed the way he was watching her even as they kissed. He truly thought she was beautiful and it warmed her heart.

“Oh my-” A new voice said.

Wanda and Steve pulled apart, searching for air and blushing as red as the magic that came from within her. They both turned to see the Vision hovering there.

“Vision? What are you-” Wanda asked, clearly embarrassed. The red man grinned.

“I was headed to the ground floor, I heard there was going to be drinks and I do quite enjoy seeing Stark drunk but I heard what I’d thought was a sound of distress...turns out I was wrong.” He explained. Wanda glanced at Steve and blushed even more red than she already was. Not only was she sitting almost stark naked, pun not intended, on Steve Rogers’ lap but he was smiling directly at her like he didn’t regret a single part about it.

“Well, I do say you two make a dashing couple and I shall leave you. Have fun and be safe.” Vision winked and sunk down through the floor. As soon as he was out of sight, Wanda glanced back at Steve and the two of them burst into laughter.

“He really hates doors.” Wanda giggled.

“There is no respect for privacy. None!” Steve chuckled.

“Absolutely none.” There was a smile, a beat and then another beat before suddenly her entire body was flipped. Her back rest of the mattress and Steve hovered over her.

“Now, where were we?” He asked. Before Wanda could answer with words a moan escaped her lips as she felt Steve’s lips connect with her body. The way it sent chills up her burning body left her stuck between wanting more and wanting to be stuck in the moment forever. As Steve’s lips traveled along her collarbone she arched her back trying to reach her bra buckle. She was struggling with it and Steve could tell so he reached back and unclasped it with a skill he hadn’t know he had in him. As he threw the bra into the ever growing pile he looked up at her.

“Do I still have permission to do whatever I want?” He asked.

“Yes.” She gasped. Steve grinned and he moved back to kissing her body, his hands slowly making their way to her now exposed breasts.

Steve let his fingers do the talking. He’d never done this before but it seemed like everything he was doing, she enjoyed. He watched her face carefully with every new step he began to take. If he did one thing that hurt her he’d never forgive himself. As his left hand reached its destination, he moved his mouth to her other treasure. He took a deep breath and lowered himself, putting the nipple into his mouth. Wanda’s gasp sent chills down his spine. Her hand slipped into Steve’s blonde curls and she pulled him closer to her, her other hand was at her mouth. She had a bad habit of biting onto her hand when she was scared, or apparently in pleasure.

A few minutes later, Steve switched sides, earning more moans from Wanda. After staying where we was for a minute he began to let his free hand slide farther down. Slowly, so as not to startle her.

His hand found its destination and as quick as the rest of Wanda’s clothing, her panties were gone as well. Steve pulled away from her breasts to look up at her face.

“So goddamn beautiful.” He murmured, kissing her lips once, quickly before he moved back, sliding down the length of her body, leaving trails of wet kisses from her mouth down to her second pair of lips. Wanda arched her back. At this point she was desperate for contact. She was aching at her core, and Steve was only teasing her.

She gasped again as she felt his tongue touch her. Her fingers gripped the sheets as she moaned, arching her back slowly trying to get his lips closer to her aching center. Every second she felt herself getting more wet with need and want. Steve may not have ever done this before but Wanda was convinced he knew what he was doing. Every swipe of his tongue across her clit made her shiver with anticipation.

Steve could tell that what he was doing did something to her, something that gave him chills that ran through every inch of his body, from his head to his toes. And he was pretty sure that Wanda was getting some similar feeling. He figured he’d teased her enough, that it was time for something else. Never pulling away from the sweet warmth Steve’s hand came up to join his mouth. His finger brushed her entrance lightly, his eyes glancing to see her reaction.

He smirked when he managed to see her face. Her eyes were closed tight, her fists clenched the sheets tight, her knuckles almost white, and her lips. They were parted slightly, pink and moist from his kisses. He pulled back, brushing his finger again lightly over her entrance, earning a small whimper from her.

“Am I good to continue, beautiful?” He asked. Wanda opened her eyes and glanced down the length of her body to meet Steve’s eyes.

“I swear to god, Steve, if you stop now I will never forgive you.” She breathed. Steve almost had trouble understanding her with the way her accent husked her voice.

“Then I won’t, but you know-”

“Just do it.” She snapped before her she realized how mean that sounded. “Please.” she pleaded. Steve smirked and very slowly he slid his finger inside Wanda’s warmth. The sound she made was so pure and utterly feminine that it made him harder than he already was.

He groaned but he pushed his own needs aside as he moved his finger, in and out, starting slow since he wanted to make sure that she was completely okay with everything he was doing. When he felt her begin to open up some more he slid in his second finger. Wanda arched her back, her hand shooting down to hold Steve’s hand still as she adjusted.

“You alright?” He asked.

“No. Mmm, it’s not enough.” Wanda said. Steve raised an eyebrow down at her as he began to move her fingers, even with her hand still wrapped around his wrist.

“It’s not? What else do you need?” Steve teased.

“You. Mmm, Steve, I need you.” She begged in return. The way her voice sounded begging him, Steve felt his cock jerk in his jeans. He threw his head back groaning. He’d never in his entire life been as hard for someone as he was now for Wanda. While he wasn’t paying attention Wanda used her hand to pull Steve’s fingers out of her, missing the contact immediately but she was on a mission. Steve looked back at her, expecting her to still have been in the same position, instead he found her inches away from him. Her fingers once more trailing their way down his body until they reach the button of his jeans.

Wanda didn’t waste a second, she was ready for the full contact. Steve was surprised that she’d suddenly taken the lead, as that was always his job, but he wasn’t complaining. Her touch left him screaming for friction, which she gave him gladly. She palmed him through the jeans as she looked up to meet his eyes.

“I’m tired of waiting.” She said, before she ripped off his jeans and pulling him free from his boxers as well, tossing them both to the pile. Her eyes widened at the feel of him in her hand, but she never let her eyes stray from Steve’s. Her thumb rubbed softly over the tip and she leaned forward pressing her lips once more against Steve’s.

Now, it was Steve’s turn. He dug his hand into her hair, placing one hand behind her back as he guided her to lay back down. As soon as her head touched the pillow Steve pulled away long enough to position himself at her sopping wet entrance.

“You’re sure you’re ready for it?” He asked, once just to make sure. Wanda nodded and tried to pull him closer.

“Please.” She whispered. Steve obliged and he did everything at a pace that to everyone else would have been to slow but to them was just right. He’d never made love before but he was sure that it couldn’t have gotten any better than that.

In the morning, Wanda woke up in a tangled mess of limbs, and her foot was asleep but she didn’t care. She’d had the best night of her life and she wouldn’t let anything try to take that away from her.

“There’s only one problem with that.” Came her brother’s voice from the end of her bed. Wanda gasped and looked down at the foot of her bed where she saw not just her brother, but every other Avenger as well. The blush that crept onto her face was redder than any magic she could conjure. She almost wished that she could just turn invisible as that would have been convenient for her in that moment.

“What are you doing-”

“Here.” Nat said, cutting in as she tossed Steve’s abandoned shirt at her. Wanda slipped it over her head quickly and she sat up still blushing as red as could be.

“How long has this been going on?” Tony Stark asked, his arms crossed as he looked down at Wanda and Steve in the bed.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Stark.” She snapped. Tony raised an eyebrow at her but he didn’t push her for an answer. The truth was Tony Stark was terrified of the young girl.

“Wanda. Please tell me you were at least a smart girl?” Pietro asked, because everyone else was too scared she’d flip on them. The color drained from Wanda’s face and she glanced at Steve before she turned back to her brother.

“I-I don’t know if..-” And on that note, Steve Rogers woke up and became aware that they suddenly had company.

****So, I have an entire google doc full of It imagines that I wrote but a lot of them just consist of me shipping the characters and them falling in love, however, this is one of the ones I’m the most proud of. It’s dumb and obviously there would be no story if Georgie had lived but I wanted to explore that side of the story (I only know the 2017 movie version SUPER well) Anyways, I’m really proud of how this short turned out and that’s why I’m skipping straight to it.*****

No one expected it. But the one that least expected it was Georgie Denbrough. He thought for sure he was done for. It had already been who knows how long. He’d lost an arm and was trapped down in the sewers somewhere. He’d found a hiding spot where it had seemed like the clown couldn’t find him but how could he know when he hadn’t even seen it in a few days? “BILL!” someone yelled. Georgie gasped and looked up clutching his arm stub. He wanted it to be real, but he wasn’t even sure what real was anymore. “BILL!” The voices screeched again. Georgie took a deep breath, grabbed the small paper boat he had finally gotten back from the clown and poked his head out from his secret hiding spot in the tower of junk. What he saw though surprised him. He saw himself standing in the corner, slowly walking forward. Talking to something or someone. “What took you so long Billy?” The not Georgie said, in a very convincing Georgie voice. Georgie stood halfway in his hiding spot, clutching tight to his boat trying to not to make a sound. But he couldn’t stop the small gasp from escaping when he heard the next voice reply. “I-I’ve been looking for you this whole time.” Georgie knew that voice. He would know that voice anywhere. His brother was here. He really was here. He came to save him! Only he wasn’t the one talking to him. He had to change that. He ran out of his hiding spot and right past the not Georgie straight into Bill, who fell to the ground from the sudden impact. “Billy!” He exclaimed. Bill looked back and forth between the two Georgie’s confused. “G-G-Georgie?” He asked. “You found me! I knew you would!” Georgie exclaimed, happy tears running down his face, wrapping his arm around his brother and hiding his face in his shirt. “Billy- HOLY FUCK!” Richie yelled as he and the others ran up to them. A low growl came from the not Georgie. “Wait, how are there two?” Eddie asked, looking back and forth. “Hehohuhahah!” the laughter echoed off the walls and suddenly where the not Georgie had been standing now stood the clown. Georgie whimpered and clutched onto his brother more. Bill wrapped a protective arm around Georgie but never let his eyes leave the clown. “Ahh, do you smell that? That fear?!?! It’s so strong from him alone...I wonder how I didn’t find him sooner.” The clown laughed. Bill shook his head and struggled to his feet, without letting go of his brother. He wasn’t going to lose him, not again. Not if he was there to protect him.

“Y-y-y-you leave him al-alone.” He stuttered. “Oh, what are you going to do if I don’t?” The clown grinned, showing Bill and the others his rows and rows of teeth. Billy guided Georgie to stand behind him. “I-I-” “We’ll just have to kill you.” Stan, of all people, said stepping forward. Bill glanced back at his friend. Stan offered Billy his hand. “Together right?” He asked. Bill bit his lip and nodded before shaking Stan’s hand. However, neither let go after shaking hands.

“Kill me? How are you going to do that?” It asked. “H-however we n-n-need too.” Bill said. The clown growled and lurched forward grabbing Bill and yanking him back away from both Stan and Georgie. “BILLY!” Georgie sobbed. “Bill!” The others yelled.

The clown was crouched close to the ground and now he held Bill Denbrough in his hands. Billy struggled to pull the hands away or to even breathe as his airway was more or less being cut off. “Let him go.” Bev demanded, stepping up next to Stan. “No! I'll take him, I'll take ALL of YoU and I'll feast on your flesh as I feed on your fear.... OOOORORRRr you'll just leave us be. I'll take him, only him and then I will have my LONG rest and you will all live to grow and thrive and lead hAPPPPY lives until old age takes you back to the weeds.” The clown continued, rubbing his hand over Bill’s face in all directions. Billy struggled, he pulled at the clown’s wrists and he turned his head from side to side. It was useless. He knew what he had to do. “GO.” He blurted. “Bill-” “No. I’m the one who d-dragged you all into this. I’m so s-s-s-sorry.” Bill sobbed. The clown laughed but readjusted the boy in his arms. Bill took that little opportunity to take a fresh gasp of air. “S-s-sorry” The clown mocked him. Bill gasped for air again. “Leave. Don’t let it trick you. T-t-take Geor-Georgie home. K-keep him safe for me.” Bill continued. “No! Billy, you can’t!” Georgie cried. Eddie stepped forward and knelt next to Georgie wrapping his arms around the tiny boy to keep him from running to Bill. “OH, but he can.” The clown continued. “He’s smart. But ya know Georgie, you could stay too. You could float together.” “Please. Just let him go.” Georgie whispered, ignoring what the clown even said. The clown shook his head and went to say something else when Richie came up and smacked it in the head with a baseball bat he found in the pile of rubbish. It was so random that it took the clown by surprise, the older kids were too shocked to say anything but Georgie just laughed. Pennywise released Bill, shoving him sideways and scrambled back from Richie and the bat, still very confused. Billy coughed and struggled to catch his breath. “BILLY!” Georgie screamed, pulling away from Eddie and running towards his older brother. He reached him and used his hand to push Bill’s hair out of his face. “Are you okay?” He asked. Bill nodded. “Bill! Look out!” Mike called. Bill glanced over his shoulder and noticed a bunch of metal pipes flying through the air towards the two of them. Billy jumped up and tackled his brother rolling with him out of the way. Clutching onto him as tightly as possible. The two Denbrough brothers rolled to a stop. “You alright?” Bill asked. Georgie nodded and just gripped Bill’s shirt with his hand afraid to let him go. Bill knew he didn’t have much time but he allowed himself a moment to squeeze the little boy as tight as possible. He had been right all along. His brother was still alive. He could come home. After they kill the clown. “HEY! LET HIM GO!” Eddie screamed. Bill released his grip on his brother and risked a glance over his shoulder. Pennywise was getting smacked around quite well but at the moment he had Ben stuck, wrapped up in a gauze sort of substance. It was coming out of his mouth and wrapping around Ben, plus from where Bill was it looked like Ben’s hand was inside the clown’s stomach. Billy jumped to his feet, pulling his brother to his feet. “Don’t move.” Billy said, to him. Before he ran towards the clown and Ben, grabbing a chain and swinging it like a lasso smacking the clown and breaking the gauze. The clown screeched and kept changing into the others fears. Georgie stood off to the side, where Bill had told him to stay watching as his older brother and his friends beat up this ever changing monstrosity. Until finally, the clown was cornered. “That’s why you didn’t kill Beverly. Because she wasn’t afraid. None of us are. Now you’re the ones who’s afraid.” Bill said. The clown gurgled and did a backflip into the deep well behind him. He said something Georgie couldn’t hear before he let go and disappeared. “Is e-e-everyone okay?” Bill asked, dropping the metal pipe Stan had handed him. His friends all looked at him, and then around at each other. They were all soaked in grey water, Eddie had black goop all over him, Stan had blood dripping down the sides of his face. “Better now that it’s gone.” Beverly said, running her hands through her short hair. Billy turned to her and hugged her. “I’m gl-glad you’re alright.” He whispered to her. She hugged him back then pushed him away and gestured with her head in the direction of Georgie. The grin that crossed Bill’s face made every single of them realize that the only reason Georgie really was still alive was because Bill had convinced them to find him. That he was still out there somewhere. Bill started crying, happy tears as he remembered his brother was here before he turned and ran back over to Georgie. He wrapped him in yet another hug. Georgie giggled and hugged him back as best he could. “Okay, okay! Don’t squish me!” Georgie said. Billy pulled back and looked him in the eye. “I will squish you as much as I want. Y-you’re alive!” He exclaimed. Georgie just grinned and used his small fingers to wipe away Billy’s tears. “Yep. But can we leave? I don’t think I like the sewers very much.” Bill grinned and ruffled his brothers hair. “S-s-sure thing. But I want you to meet some people first okay?” “Okay!” Georgie exclaimed, back to his bubbly self.

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Billy and Georgie stood outside their house, hand in hand “You ready?” Bill asked, squeezing his brothers hand. Georgie shook his head. “No. I’m scared. What if they don’t think it’s me? What if they don’t want me anymore-” “S-s-stop right there.” Bill turned and knelt down in front of George. “They have barely paid any attention to me because they’ve missed you so much. I p-p-p-promise they’ll be h-h-happy you’re h-home. I kno-know I am.” Georgie grinned and took a deep breath. “Okay. I’m ready.” He said. Bill grinned and stood up. Taking his brothers tiny hand one more time before leading him inside. “M-m-mom! D-Dad!” Bill called. “In the kitchen, Bill. What is it?” Zack Denbrough called back. Bill took a deep breath and squeezed Georgie’s hand. “Come on.” Bill told him to wait right inside the hallway, and he went in the kitchen. “D-Dad. Mom. I found Georgie.” He said again. Zack looked up from his paper angrily and Sharon turned away from the sink holding a glass plate. “Where have you been? You’re filthy!” Sharon exclaimed. Both of his parents not so obviously avoided the fact that Bill had brought up his brother.

“Th-that’s not imp-p-p-portant. I f-found him.” “No. We’ve been over this Bill, thousands of times. He’s gone!” Zack yelled jumping to his feet and throwing his paper at the ground. Bill clenched his fists and took a deep breath. “H-he. He’s not g-go-gone! I f-f-fou-” “No! That is enough! You just won’t learn will you?” “Ju-just listen to-to me for a s-s-s-s-second!” Bill demanded, but he never got to say what he was going to say before Zack’s hand smacked across his face. “ZACK!” Sharon gasped as Billy clutched his face, and fell to his knees. “BILLY!” Georgie screamed, and ran in the room not being able to wait any longer. He reached his brother’s side and knelt next him then turned to his parents. Now it was Zack Denbrough’s turn to gasp. The plate slipped from Sharon’s hands and hit the ground, shattering into a million pieces. “Why would you do that?” George demanded. “Geor-Georgie?” Sharon whispered, one hand covering her mouth and the other over her heart. Zack just stared at the younger of the two boys in shock. “Are you okay?” Georgie asked, ignoring his mother and turning back to Bill. Bill just nodded. “Y-yeah. I’m f-fine, that was n-nothing after fighting a clown.” Bill said. Georgie giggled. “A clown? What clown?” Zack demanded. “Just the one that bit my arm off.” Georgie snickered. Bill cracked a small smile. He knew his parents wouldn’t believe them about the clown but they knew the truth and that was what really mattered. “Your arm?” Sharon asked, as she finally noticed her baby only had one arm and a stub. “Oh, sweetheart. What happened to you?” She gasped, stepping around the broken plate and gingerly kneeling in front of her boys. Georgie glanced at Bill. He wasn’t stupid, he knew his mother wouldn’t believe him if he told her the truth. “I fell in the sewer. I ended up in a scary place.” “The b-ba-barrens. Like I t-tr-tried to tell you earlier this s-s-s-s...summer.” Bill stuttered, glaring up at his father. Who was still gaping in utter surprise. “You went down there and searched after we told you not too?” Sharon asked. Bill shrugged his shoulders. “Not like you noticed, anyways.” Bill mumbled.