#cantcontroltheirfearswc

You had just finished your own mission and on a private jet on your way back. Honestly, you were kind of excited to just go back home to relax. You had no more missions for the next little while, and it’s been a long time since that happened. 

But when Wanda radioed in, you assumed you were probably her last choice to ask. 

So, you had to make a pit stop instead. 

You had no idea what her mission was even about, but whatever it was, you hoped it wasn’t something that was going to need to be dragged out. 

You stopped in front of the house that Wanda gave you the coordinates to. Immediately, you notice from your peripherals through your sunglasses the neighbors are watching you discreetly through their window.

Before you can say or do anything, Wanda bursts out the front door, running straight for you. You immediately tense up the moment Wanda jumps onto you, forcing you to hold her, so she doesn’t fall.

“Wanda, what the fu--”

“милый! You’re finally back, I’ve missed you so much.”

Darling? You think to yourself confusedly. A scream wants to escape you and your muscles itch to push Wanda off, but you will yourself to calm down.

As an agent, you know that Wanda is putting on a show and you were going to blow her cover if you didn’t play along.

So, you force yourself to smile, wrapping your arms around her fully before spinning her around. You hear her laugh before you settle her down.

“I’ve missed you too, принцесса,” You tell her softly, and for a moment, her eyes sparkle, but it passes quickly before you can really make sure. 

Wanda giggled a little more before grabbing your arm and dragging you inside the house with a positively wicked look in her eyes along with your luggage.

The second you’re both inside with the door shut, it’s like a switch.

Wanda drops your arm before turning to you with an apologetic look.

“Sorry,” she says. “Our neighbors, my targets, were looking outside. I had to make sure they see us.”

It’s the first time you’ve probably ever had such a long conversation with her, and you notice immediately that she’s got a subtle accent. Not as strong as when you first met her, nor completely gone like the last time you heard her talk.

It was clear she had a particular profile to play. 

“Right...” you respond, “and exactly what is it that they’re supposed to see?”

“Well,” Wanda drags out, “I’m here to recover a specific item. It’s a half a million-dollar gold sphere that actually has an important microchip inside of it. The targets aren’t criminals, just wealthy club owners who may have bought it on the black market without knowing what it is.”

“Okay?” You say, not really sure what that has to do with you being here or the strange public display of affection that just happened outside.

“And,” Wanda continues on, biting her lip a little. “Well, it’s a gay couple who just seems to really only get along with other gay couples...I just want to get this stupid gold sphere so I can go home.”

You’re in disbelief.

Because this can’t be happening.

This isn’t real, you tell yourself.

“So...you’re telling me that your targets hate straight people and you can’t get close enough to them without pretending to be gay and dating someone?”

“It’s not exactly pretending,” Wanda mumbles at you.

“What?”

Wanda sighs and looks at you with her arms crossed. “Look, I really need your help on this; otherwise, I’m going to be stuck out here for months. I’ve already tried to ask Natasha, but she’s still on her own mission for an unknown amount of time and Carol is in space. Please?”

You really want to groan audibly because of course, you’re not going to turn Wanda down...it’s just...this wasn’t what you had expected when she said she needed help.

“Alright, alright, I’ll help you, but you owe me big time for this.” You point your finger at her, and she nods enthusiastically, and the whole thing can only suggest that Wanda wasn’t able to get very far without her “lover” around.

They probably wanted proof that she really was gay and dating. 

“Alright, so, catch me up. What have you told them, and what’s our next move?”

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“You two are so adorable! I’m so glad you could make it. I was beginning to believe Wanda here had made you up.”

You laugh boisterously even though on the inside you were dying a little. Everything felt sprung on you. 

Wanda had let you know the two of you were actually going over to the neighbors later that evening. Their names were David and Liam King, who owned the biggest LGBTQ+ nightclub in the city called The Kings & Queens. 

So the next couple of hours, you and Wanda had to work out the finer details of your fake relationship. 

Wanda had apparently told them you were a freelance photographer and you had traveled to do a wedding for a couple. 

You were so thankful that Wanda had immediately reached back out to base after telling that story to set you up with an Instagram profile to show your portfolio.

It was like an unspoken rule between two agents that you guys would do whatever it takes to accomplish this mission. 

You’ve done plenty of missions like this before with Natasha, so it shouldn’t be any different with Wanda. 

The four of you were sitting outside on their patio around a modernly built bonfire. Dinner was a leisurely affair where you mostly talked about work. David and Liam were already inviting you out to the VIP section of their club, so Wanda was right in the sense being another gay couple did get her a quick ticket into their circle. 

Wanda was currently curled into your side while your arm was wrapped around her, fingers entangled together. 

You absently thought about how Wanda’s body was much warmer than you expected. She definitely seemed like someone who would’ve had poor circulation, but clearly, that wasn’t the case. 

“I’m very much real, though I can’t guarantee whatever Wanda told about me is accurate,” you teased looking at Wanda who was grinning back at you and then she was looking at your lips. 

The look stirred something in your lower belly, but you quickly shook the thought away, saying it was something you ate. 

David laughed as Liam passed around some skewers and marshmallows. Wanda looked at the treat with her eyes narrowed, as if she wasn’t too sure what she was supposed to do.

You tried to not laugh at how adorable she currently looked, just pulling her closer to your side while you roasted the sugary treat slowly. 

Wanda watched you do the activity, storing the image in her head so she could copy you after. 

Once you determined the perfect texture for the marshmallow, you grabbed the graham crackers and a piece of the darker chocolate, assembling the treat together. 

You were idly thinking about how you might’ve heard Natasha say she had gotten Wanda dark chocolate for valentine’s day once since they had to train together that day.

Wanda tilted her head, trying to remember the order you assembled the dessert together, getting ready to imitate what you had done. 

But then to her surprise, you handed the finished dessert to her. She looked at your smiling face as she gently took it from you. 

She took a cautious bite, immediately groaning a little at how much she was enjoying it surprisingly.

“S’mores are good, aren’t they?” You tell her with a soft smile, and Wanda smiles back at you.

You were subtly telling her they were called s’mores. 

It was new to Wanda. 

She had never had anyone take care of her in this type of way.

She had to remind herself that it was a role you were playing, just like she was.

“Oh my god, you guys are disgusting,” David dramatically said with a playful roll of his eyes before looking at his husband. “Why don’t you make me my s’mores?”

Liam looked panicked before all three of you laughed. 

You ended up making three more s’mores for Wanda before she couldn’t eat anymore. Wanda sighs contently, falling back into your side, snuggling up to you with her arms wrapped around your waists, and your arm falling around her.

“So, how’d you two meet?” Liam asked as he grabbed David’s hand.

For a moment, the two of you panic. You definitely hadn’t thought that one out. You look at each other, Wanda’s eyes telling you that maybe you should tell the story. 

The worst thing that could happen is that the two of you both try to blurt something out completely different.

“Well,” you say, trying to gather your thoughts. Natasha has told you some of the best lies she’s told were half-truths, so maybe that’s what you were going to do.

“I suppose we met through mutual friends,” you start off. “I was a newcomer to Wanda’s group of friends. I didn’t quite meet her until a little later, but I thought she was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

Wanda felt her cheeks flush, the heat traveling all the way to the tip of her ears as she listened to you. 

“Still, even after we met, I didn’t spend a lot of time with her. But...she was always on my mind whenever we passed each other or if I just missed being in the same room as her.”

“Oh my gosh, and then what?” David as enraptured. 

Wanda was also curious about what you were going to say. 

“Wanda one day asked me to help her with one of her projects,” you say, forcing a blush to your cheeks as you looked away shyly for effect.

“One thing led to another, and now I’ve pretty much secured Wanda and never letting her go,” you say jokingly at the end which gets everyone laughing.

“More like I’ve trapped you, милый,” Wanda teases you, and you playfully roll your eyes at her.

“No complaints here, принцесса.”

Wanda’s eyes twinkle once more with the nickname, and you’re caught up in staring at each other before David sigh.

“Even your nicknames for each other is so cute, I’m about to have diabetes from watching you two.”

You merely smile before Wanda lets out a yawn, and it’s either to signal you that it’s time to go or she’s fatigued.

Either way, you take the cue.

“We should head home,” you say to Wanda, a soft look on your face. 

She nods as if she was extremely exhausted. You help her up while David and Liam stand up as well. 

“Thanks so much for coming over, it was a blast,” David tells you.

“Thanks for having us over. We’ll host next time,” you tell them and they nod.

Before the two of you can walk off, David calls out again.

“Don’t forget to stop by our club on Saturday. I’ll let the bouncer know to let you guys into the VIP section.”

The two of you nod as you grab Wanda’s hand, lacing your fingers together, and lead her home.

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Wanda sighs the moment she steps into the house. The two of you are still holding hands, not seemingly noticing until you tried to go to the kitchen and Wanda wanted to sit on the couch.

You cough awkwardly as you let go, Wanda watching you with interest as you walk into the kitchen, grabbing the both of you some water.

“Well, this is going exceptionally well,” you say as you take a seat next to her. 

“See?” Wanda brags. “I told you it would go much faster pretending to be dating.”

“They’re definitely an interesting couple. Undoubtedly lives the rich and partying lifestyle. Tonight seemed tame for them. Where do you think they’re keeping the golden sphere?”

Wanda took a sip of her water before replying.

“I’ve been to their house and already searched everywhere, so it’s not there. My guess is that it’s at their club in their exclusive VIP section. We’ll have to keep an eye out Saturday.”

You nod. 

“Alright,” you agree easily, sighing as you went to stand up. “I’m pretty beat, so I’m going to head to bed. Any particular room I can crash in?”

It was then Wanda seemed to realize something.

“Yeah...about that.”

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“This is so cliché,” you mutter to yourself as you finished your nightly routine, getting ready for bed. Wanda just came out of the bathroom and was getting ready for bed herself. 

Wanda had so kindly told you that there was only one room with a bed in it. The other rooms were “under renovations” because whoever gave her this house for the mission was too goddamn lazy and only set up one.

“Do you want me to take the floor?” Wanda asked as she looked at your face.

You scrunched your eyebrows together. “What? No, why would you do that? It’s a queen-sized bed, plenty of room for us to share.”

Wanda was about to say something else, but you cut her off.

“Please do not make this weird. We’re both grown-ups, and spies might I add, we can share a bed. I’ve shared a sleeping quarter with pretty much everyone at the compound. In fact, I’ve slept on top of Steve once, so please just get into bed.”

Wanda snaps her mouth closed before slowly getting into the bed on her side. You internally sigh in relief as you slide in yourself after turning off the lamp.

“You’d think my girlfriend would be more willing to sleep with me,” you say in the dark, teasing Wanda who merely chuckles, pushing you lightly from across the bed.

It was silent for a moment, your eyes drooping shut before Wanda opened her mouth again.

“Why were you sleeping on top of Steve?”

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The sun was hitting your face directly through the streams of the curtain. 

You groaned lightly, shifting yourself into the warmth more intimately, burying your face in the mass of hair that was in front of you.

You felt something shift against your body, pressing back more intimately into you. 

There was a fleeting thought in your head that this wasn’t normal. You were tempted to ignore it and go back to sleep.

The warmth was really pulling you in, and the soft scent of cinnamon and dry leaves were just lulling you back to sleep.

But then you opened your eyes slowly. 

When you realized what the warmth was...you swallowed.

Sometime in the middle of the night, you and Wanda must’ve gravitated towards each other because now you were just a bunch of tangled limbs in bed.

Wanda’s entire backside was pressed into your front as you had a thigh wedged between her legs and arm over her torso. Her shirt had ridden up quite a bit during the night, so your hand was under her shirt, touching her soft, warm skin. You were pretty certain your fingers were just brushing the underside of her breast.

And Wanda wasn’t wearing a bra. 

It was still the early hours of the morning, and the entire situation was disorienting for you. 

You breathed deeply quietly. 

You needed to detangle yourself from this without waking Wanda because you don’t think you could face her if she woke up now. 

You try to shift slightly, but all you end up doing is accidentally rubbing your thigh against her. 

Wanda groans lightly in her sleep, and you feel the panic rising in your chest.

But Wanda doesn’t wake up, and you silently thank the heavens. 

You take a deep breath again, shifting more slowly this time, first your arm before your leg. It takes a ridiculous amount of time, but you manage to escape the bed without waking Wanda, and it feels more accomplishing than any mission you’ve ever done.

You head out the door, closing it as quietly as you can. 

You breathe in relief, heading over to the room next door where you left your belongings. Changing into workout attire, you decide to go for a run.

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The smell of eggs and bacon hit your senses the moment you come back into the house.

You see Wanda standing in the kitchen, singing lightly as she’s cooking, wearing an oversized shirt.

You can’t describe it, but the image of it brings a warmth to your chest, and it spreads to the rest of your body. 

Wanda turns around, seemingly hearing the door close.

“Oh, you’re back!” She says with a smile. “I made what they call, ‘a traditional American breakfast.’ Are you hungry?”

You smile at her because she sounds so ridiculous as she excitedly puts the hearty breakfast on the table.

“Yeah,” you breath, “I’m just going to clean up really quick.”

By the time you come back down all fresh and showered, Wanda has finished everything. 

You take a seat as Wanda helps you put everything on a plate. You take a bite as Wanda watches your expression intensely.

“It’s good, delicious, really. Best I’ve ever had,” you reassure her and Wanda seemingly loses the tension from her shoulders. 

“I’m glad,” she tells you. “Ever since moving to the compound, I haven’t had a lot of time to cook anymore with training.”

“Did you cook a lot before?” You ask before putting some more food into your mouth.

Wanda nods, bringing her hand up to her mouth as she tries to swallow her food quicker to answer.

“Yes,” she tells you. “Pietro couldn’t cook at all. I mean at all. So, I learned here and there.”

You give her a soft smile because you’ve heard since her brother died, she was...different. But you were glad she seemed to be able to talk about him now.

“That’s fair,” you respond to her laughing a little bit. “I’ve learned a few things here and there too since I used to do a lot of missions with Natasha...and she really can’t cook.”

“Are you going to explain to me the eyebrow incident? Everyone seems to reference it all the time.” Wanda asked curiously. 

The smile drops from your face, and Wanda blinks at the sudden change.

“Never mention that incident again...I still have PTSD from it.”

Wanda sputters out a laughter which gets you smiling a little. 

You would dare to say it out loud, but the way Wanda laughs makes your heart flutter.

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The next couple days until Saturday is strangely domestic for you since you had to keep up the charade.

The days were filled with gardening, mostly you watching Wanda garden as everything you touch dies, and cooking dinner together. 

There was one evening that you and Wanda took a stroll around the neighborhood. The two of you just...talked. 

You got to know each other pretty well, and it was weird how compatible you two seemed to be. 

But not because you agreed on everything and had the same interests because you don’t. It was the way that you two fell into step with each other, a calming pull with hints of butterflies that settled over you when you’re with her.

To deeply put it, you two vibrated on the same wavelength. 

And, well, she was funny. 

It was getting comfortable, and you didn’t know what to do with that feeling. 

Every morning, you’d wake up in an intimate position you weren’t in when you went to sleep, and you were finding it harder and harder to detangle yourself and get out of bed each morning. 

You were shaken out of your thoughts when Wanda called you to help her zip her dress up. Wanda came out, holding her hair up and back turned to you. 

You immediately blank your mind because the sight of her smooth bareback and defined shoulder blades was about to give you thoughts that would send you straight to hell. 

“I can’t get the zipper all the way up, can you do it?” Wanda asked so innocently and frustratedly that you feel guilty for almost having such thoughts about her. 

“Sure,” you reply, dryly. Taking a step forward, you lightly grab the edge of the zipper and pull it up until it reaches its end.

Wanda turns to you, dropping her hair that fell down her shoulders in loose curls. 

“How do I look?” She asked you, and you looked at the attire in full. She was wearing a short clubbing dress that accented her breasts and collarbone. 

“Perfect,” you say, and she beams at you. 

“Let’s hope we find what we need tonight and hopefully we can be on a plane home tomorrow morning,” Wanda tells you, putting on some earrings. 

“Yeah,” you reply for lack of anything else to say. 

A part of you wondered if you would go back to being strangers once the two of you returned. 

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It was quite the flashy club. Colored lights were blinking everywhere, and the music played so loudly that you could feel the bass thump against your skin. 

Bodies were crammed onto the dance floor, dancing (grinding) and making out. 

The bouncer let the two of you in easily once your name was given and directed the two of you where the VIP section was. 

It was so packed that you ended up grabbing Wanda’s hand tightly so you wouldn’t lose her in the throng of people. You eventually pull her in front of you when you reach up the stairs so she could go first, putting your hands on her waist to follow her. 

Once you’re at the top, you feel almost breathless. 

“Damn, this club is crowded,” you say, mostly to yourself but then you hear Wanda chuckle. 

“It is the most popular gay club here. I think that’s the room they’re in. Let’s go.”

Wanda grabs your hand again, pulling you to the back. Another bouncer is standing at the door, she tells them your names, and he steps to the side while opening the door. 

You’re immediately facing a whole other group people. 

“You made it!” David exclaims as he gets up to hug the two of you. He smells like tequila, and you know everyone has already started drinking. You look around the room to find another gay couple, a lesbian couple, and a single girl sitting on her own. 

The single girl looks like she’s glaring at you slightly as she catches your intertwined hands with Wanda. 

You cock your brow. 

She looks like she wants to say something but David is introducing everyone to the two of you. 

It mostly kind of flies over your head because these people are irrelevant to you and the mission. Wanda seems to be doing better than you for remembering the names. 

The only name you caught was the single girl’s, Vanessa. Apparently, she had met with Wanda multiple times before because she hangs out with David and Liam quite often. 

She obviously liked Wanda, probably thinking she wasn’t actually dating someone. 

It rubs you the wrong way, and you don’t know what to think about that. 

“The sphere isn’t in this room,” Wanda whispers to you quietly, passing it off as if she was whispering seductive things in your ear. 

You lean against the wall, bringing Wanda a little forward with you as you cup her jaw and bring your lips to her ear. 

“We can look around a little later. Focus on getting them drunk so we can look around,” you whisper in return, but to everyone, it looks like you’re biting her ear, especially with the look on Wanda’s face. 

“Oh my lord, you two are already at it,” David teased, bringing the two of you apart. You merely smirk before taking a seat down. It just so happens that Wanda ends up sitting next to Vanessa while you’re at the edge. 

Drinks are passed around, and you’ve taken a couple shots and now nursing your second beer. 

It was good that you had a higher alcohol tolerance, and it seemed like Wanda was more playing into talking to everyone to distract them on the fact she was only taking sips of her drink. 

It wasn’t hard to egg on David and Liam to drink more, and you didn’t have to do anything for the other couples. 

The party was escalating as time passed. The VIP area was insane with bottle services and their own dance floor. 

People were dancing on the floor to the music and flashing lights. You used the opportunity to peek your head out the door to see what else there was. 

Around the bouncer, you noticed there were two other rooms and a turn that leads to a staircase. 

You hummed. 

You looked back to see Wanda dancing on the floor, swaying her hips and running her hands through her hair with her eyes closed. 

You couldn’t catch the thoughts fast enough of how insanely hot she was and that you may have wanted to drag her to the washroom. 

Wanda’s eyes snapped opened as she locked eyes with you, and it was like a hot electric buzz tingled in the air. 

It was cut short when Vanessa came behind Wanda, turning Wanda around and pulling her into a dance—a grind with her. 

It pissed you off. 

A white, hot burning in your chest flares. 

The sheer audacity this girl has to hit on your girlfriend—fake girlfriend—in front of you baffles you. 

Wanda doesn’t even really seem to notice, just playing her role and calling for more drinks. 

You push off against the wall, stalking your way over to Wanda who’s waving for more drinks from the bartender while Vanessa has her hands on Wanda’s waist. 

You stop right behind Wanda, her back facing to you before you grab her arm, spinning her around out of Vanessa’s grasp and into your arms. Your hands slide up to cup her jaws on both sides, strands of her hair caught between your fingers as you capture Wanda’s lips roughly. 

You can’t describe how it feels, but it’s like everything in you shifted, everything falling into place in the way you didn’t know you needed. 

Wanda softly moans against your lips, pressing her lips over yours over and over again, her hand grasping your fingers against her jaw. 

“GET A ROOM!” David yells from the dance floor. Everyone’s chuckling at you while you pull back slightly. You look past Wanda and glare at Vanessa who now seems to register that Wanda is off-limits. 

“Might just do that,” you say against Wanda’s lips, grabbing her hand. Everyone is still so wasted and only getting worse as they dance. 

You take this moment to pull Wanda out of the room. You notice that the bouncer is still there. Giggling, looking like a naughty couple, you drag Wanda into the room next door. The bouncer leaves you to be because he may have heard the commotion in the other room. 

You push Wanda into the next room. As you shut the door behind you, Wanda leaps into you, capturing your lips again. 

A surprised moan escaped your lips as you wrap your arm around her waist. 

She’s kissing you quite enthusiastically, and you’re trying to return the fervor. 

When you break apart for air, Wanda is flushed, her cheeks are a rosy color as she looks at you. You can’t stop thinking about her, how she smells, how she tastes. 

It’s a little overwhelming. Wanda’s eyes dilate as she hones in on your thoughts. 

“As nice as this is,” you breathlessly say, “we should actually look for the sphere.”

Wanda stared at you for a moment before lifting her body off of yours. 

It felt cold. 

You cleared your throat, licking your lips slightly, tasting the remnants of Wanda’s lip gloss. 

Standing up straight, you looked around the room. There was nothing in the open, so you and Wanda began to shuffle through the shelves and drawers. 

“Nothing?” Wanda asks you. 

“Nothing,” you sighed. 

“You said there was another room, right?”

You nodded but pursed your lips. “I highly doubt it’s in the other room, though. He doesn’t seem to be keeping it on this floor. We should just go straight for the basement.”

You slide the door open slightly to look down the hall. The bouncer is still standing outside at the other room. 

You hummed. 

At the same moment, Vanessa came spilling out the door, wasted as the bouncer turned his attention to her. 

You take advantage of the moment, grabbing Wanda’s hand once more and exiting the room without the bouncer noticing. You lead her to the far back and take a sharp turn where the stairs are. 

It leads pretty deep down until you reach the bottom floor. The two of you stand before the door before you open it. 

You step in and...

“Are you kidding me?” You ask exasperatedly. 

Wanda is blinking at she’s looking around the room. It wasn’t what you had expected at all. There was a large stage, then a built-in dance floor, and then tables and chairs set up. 

You look up and...

“You’re telling me he bought a $500,000 golden sphere on the black market...to use it as a disco ball.”

The golden sphere with crystals embedded on it hangs from the ceiling, spinning in all its glory. 

“I hate people,” you mumble as you throw a chair on the table and get up onto it. You make a leap and grab the sphere with enough force that it rips from the hook on the ceiling. 

You land on the floor gracefully, tossing the sphere to Wanda who catches it with both hands. 

“David just really loves dancing,” Wanda teases you as she sets the sphere on the table. 

You huff slightly, watching as Wanda’s hands glow and her lithe fingers bring red wisps around.

Wanda essentially bends the metal open, grabbing the microchip out and storing it safely. She bends the metal back perfectly as if it hadn’t been touched at all. Using her powers, she lifts the sphere and puts it back on the hook. 

“You’re telling me I just jumped to get it when you could’ve done that?”

“You got to pull your weight around here somehow,” Wanda smirks. 

You roll your eyes playfully at her as the two of you leave.

No need to stay longer with the mission completed.

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That night when you get back home, Wanda reports in, and Tony is going to send one of his planes to pick the two of you up tomorrow. 

You sighed after you had finished your nightly routine. Sliding into your side of the bed, you lay on your back. Putting your arm behind your head, you unintentionally replay today’s events in your head. 

Specifically kissing Wanda. 

“Keep thinking those thoughts, and you’re going to find yourself in trouble.”

You snap out of your thoughts to see Wanda enter the bedroom. She walks around the bed, taking off her cardigan and dropping it on the floor before she lifts the blanket and slides in. 

She invades your space, scooting herself until her back is pressed against you. Reaching around herself, she grabs your arm and pulls it over her torso.

Wanda settles and sighs in content. 

Her fingers are tangled with yours, and she’s taken the liberty of entangling your legs as well. 

“Being pretty bold, aren’t we?” You say in the dark, eyebrow raised.

Wanda smiles, her eyes closed as she’s getting ready to sleep.

“Why not? I think after today there’s no need to wait for us both to fall asleep before we cuddle. Think you can at least wake me up tomorrow morning before you wander off?”

You feel your cheeks flush slightly. 

“We did a job,” you argued.

“You didn’t need to kiss me like that,” Wanda retorted, referring to the dance floor and Vanessa.

“And let Miss Single and Desperate put her paws all over my fake girlfriend? I think not.”

Wanda shifts a little against you. “So, you were only fake jealous then?”

You don’t answer right away, nor do you move. All your life, every mission you took had meaning, had a direction, had a purpose. 

The mission stayed the mission. 

This was the first time you had to consider your actions--why you did what you did. 

Without this mission, it’s possible you may have never considered Wanda in such a way.

Would Wanda consider you if you weren’t the one here?

Regardless, it happened, and now you cannot stop thinking about her.

“You should consider it,” Wanda says, interrupting your thoughts.

“Consider what?”

“Consider being mine for real, милый.”

The nickname rolls off her tongue so easily that you feel like you’ve been hers for a long time. 

Your arm tightens around her, burying your head in her hair, the smell of cinnamon and dry leaves washing over you. You sigh lightly. 

“It’s been considered.”

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The next morning, the two of you leave bright and early. Everything all packed up as you get ready to meet Tony at the airport. 

The two of you weren’t going to even say goodbye to David and Liam. They would just find a new family living in this house. 

You’re holding hands as the taxi driver drops you off on the tarmac where Tony has his jet parked. 

Tony sees your linked hands, smirks, but doesn’t say anything.

“Thank god that the two of you are finally coming home,” Tony comments. You’re putting your suitcases away and hum in response.

“Natasha’s been complaining about having nothing to do while she’s been home for a week.”

You pause for a moment. 

“Wait,” you say, turning to Tony with your brows furrowed. “Hasn’t Natasha been on a mission for an unknown amount of time?”

That’s what you recalled Wanda telling you as she roped you into helping her on this mission. 

Tony laughs. “I wish. She’s been getting stir crazy at home. It’s so bad, she’s contemplating trying to cook again.”

Tony walks past you, entering the plane while you’re confused. 

You stand there, eyes slightly narrowed and looking down as you process that information.

If Natasha was home, then why didn’t Wanda--

Wanda smirks as she walks past you to board the plane as well, but not before quickly pressing her lips to your cheek. 

“Come, милый, perhaps you can explain to me what the mile high club is that Tony keeps talking about.”

You blink, your brain nearly short-circuiting. 

Wanda winks at you once more before she disappearing on the plane.

You’re hot on her trail as you hurry up the stairs and board the plane yourself. 

Of all the Avengers, you would say that Wanda is someone you were planning to get the closest with. 

"Consider me curious," Pepper replies as she continues to butter the slices of bread laid out before her.

Leaning back against the kitchen island, you shrug. "I was at the emergency room with Peter ."

"What did he do this time?"

"Nothing," Pushing yourself upright, you walk over to the fridge. Pulling it open and examining its contents. "We really need to go grocery shopping."

"So why were you at the hospital?" You grab a bottle of water and push the door shut to see Pepper staring back at you. It takes a split second but when her eyes widen you realise she's caught on.

"What happened?"

"It's not a big deal," you insist softly. Glancing down to your arm which was resting in a cast and sling. "I just broke my arm."

"You just broke your arm," she repeats. You can't tell if she's mad or concerned so you give her a reassuring smile. "How exactly?"

"Fell out of a tree." You tell her, walking closer and holding out the bottle for her. "Can you open this?"

She unscrews the cap then hands it back. "I'm gonna need a little more than you just fell out of a tree. Why were you even in a tree to begin with?"

"Peter dared me." You take a sip of water before placing it down on the counter.

"He... dared you?" She asked slowly, eying you carefully. You nod, your smile diminishing. She seemed more angry than concerned right now.

"Let me get this straight," she drops the knife. "You climbed a tree because a fifteen-year-old dared you to and then you fell."

"Pretty much.

"I..." Pepper sighed loudly, turning away from you; she continued to make her sandwich. "I don't even know what to say to that."

"It's broken in two places and I won't be able to use this arm for a while. The doctor said I'm lucky I only broke my arm." The silence quickly becomes weird. Listening as she cuts her sandwich in half before starting on the next one. "Are you... okay?"

"I'm fine. Just trying to figure out why you would do something so idiotic," she explains, keeping her voice surprisingly calm. "You do realise just because a teenager dares you to do something doesn't mean you actually have to do it, right?"

"I know that Pepper, I'm not a child." You argue.

"Do you?" Voice surprisingly shrill, you take a step away from her. She takes a second before continuing. "Because you fell out of a tree today."

"You should know by now that I don't really think before I act. It's a part of my charm."

"It becomes considerably less charming when you keep making stupid decisions." She grumbles. You awkwardly chuckle, trying to play it off as a joke.

"First I broke my arm, now I'm being lectured. I came out to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now."

With a heavy sigh, the other woman drops what she's doing to face you. Draping her arms over your shoulder, she carefully of your broken arm but you can't help but flinch as she comes closer. Pepper gently connects your lips in a quick kiss.

"What do you want on your sandwich?"

"Whatever you're having." You reply, kissing the end of her nose.

"Alright,"

"I think the moral of this story is that I can climb trees. Very high ones. And peter's so call spider-sense is absolute garbage."

"And I think the moral of this story is that I'm dating a literal child." Pepper counters, letting her arms fall and returning to the counter.

"But you love me," you hesitate in order to give her a chance to respond. She doesn't. "Right?" Still nothing. When she finally puts her attention back on you it's to hand you the sandwich which she has cut into four triangles. You realise it's probably a dig at the fact she called you a child but jokes on her because you like them this way. You glance up at her, as she collects a wine bottle from the rack and a single glass. "Right Virginia?"

"Right, Y/N. I love you even if you are incredibly irresponsible." She hums softly.

"You wanna watch a movie or something before bed?" You ask. You have to place the plate down in order to take a bite out of the food. Too much cheese but you don't complain.

"I actually have a little work to do."

"Okay, but I fell out of a tree today and I deserve to cuddle my girlfriend while we watch the hunger games."

"The hunger games?"

You answer with a firm nod. "The hunger games."

You both stare at each other for a beat. Nobody says anything. "What is that? Is that like a cooking show or something?"

Your brows furrow. Was she being serious? "What? No. It's a movie. Do you really not know what the hunger games is?" Her head shakes. "Wow, Pepper. Just wow. This is happening, you no longer get a decision."

"Is this a kids movie? I'm not sitting through another animated dinosaur movie."

"First of all, how dare you insult the good dinosaur and secondly no, it's more of a teen, young adult movie set in a dystopian future. They were adapted from a book series, you're gonna love it."

You watch as she debates it in her head. "But-"

“This is not the one, Y/n.” She said, looking for the right one on the pile of tools. “That one”

As she couldn’t use her left arm - cause it was damaged  - and she was holding her arm with the other hand, she didn’t exactly pointed where the tool was. You looked at her confused and tried to follow her eyes. You placed your hand above one of the screwdrivers.

“The other one” Nebula nodded to the side. You put your hand above another one. “No, the other one, Y/n.”

Both of you were currently at Nebula’s workshop. Actually, it was the whole ship’s workshop, but Nebula used it much more than the others. She got “injured” on the last mission, her left arm wasn’t really moving, and you were trying your best to help her.

“Ugh, I should learn the name of this tools already.” You groaned, taking the right one this time. “This one?”

“Yeah” She answered, taking it from your hands.

“Hey! Let me do it!” You exclaimed, taking the tool from her hands again. Nebula frowned, watching you do it. You placed the tool at the right spotted and started turning it, applying pressure. “More?”

She hummed, and you did it quietly. When you were almost finished, she cleaned her throat.

“Why do you want to do it so much?” She asked, looking away, You studied her face for a minute, stopping with the tool. Nebula looked at your face, studying your expressions too.

“Well, I have to learn it so I can help you in the future” You gave her a shy smile, before turning back to what you were doing. She stood quiet for a bit, before talking again.

“The future, huh?” You could hear her smirk, and you rolled your eyes, although you were smiling.

“Yeah, is it too bad if I see a future with you?” You gave her a nervous laugh. “if I want to stay with you forever?” You asked, not looking at her. You didn’t give her a chance to answer, talking again. “Okay, finished, what’s the next step?”

Nebula stared at you for a bit. She leaned in slowly, giving you a small kiss. No tongue. 

“Hand me the pliers.” She whispered. You were too close she didn’t need to voice it. You nodded quietly, pulling away and getting the right tool. When she tried to take it from you, you moved it away.

“Let me do it.” You said, motioning for her to turn around. She sighed, turning around. 

The only conversation between you two now, were when Nebula was giving you the instructions to what you should do. You were twisting back the metal in the back of her left shoulder, her back facing you. You hummed a song quietly, when the song ended, you heard Nebula’s voice.

“I guess you’re just...” She started, but stopped, thinking about her words. “You’re too good for this world” She stated. You hadn’t even finished the job on her shoulder when she turned to face you.

“Neb I didn’t finish it yet-” You tried saying but she cut you with a kiss. She had to hold to the table so she wouldn’t fall. You held her left knee with one hand, while the other dropped the pliers to hold her neck. 

This kiss was deeper than the other. She asked for permission with her tongue, which you granted immediately, smiling into the kiss.

“What was that about?” You asked, breathless when she pulled away. 

''You don't understand. You've never been in love with a girl, it's different. She was more than my girlfriend, she was my best friend, I could trust her. And all of that crumbled because of me because I was selfish.'' What started as you lashing out at her, ended with you almost in tears. Through your blurry vision, you could see her clenched fists, her bottom lip trembling, the fire in her eyes.

''You weren't selfish for choosing to see me, your actual best friend of 2 years over someone you've known for a few months. You know why you wanted to be with me - because I treated you right because I cared for you and your feelings because I loved you.'' She yelled, then quickly covered her mouth, realizing that she confessed to you.

''You loved me? Do you still love me?'' You question

''Don't ask me that, it doesn't matter anyway.'' She doesn't indulge you, doesn't seem to wanna confess something that might ruin everything.

''MJ, please answer the question.'' You beg, voice trembling.

''Yes, I do.'' She confesses.

''I'm gonna leave now. Not because I don't feel this way, because I wanna sober up. And when I do, we'll talk again''. You gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and left. You had always had feelings for her, it was the cliche of falling for your best friend, yet she was more than that. She was your soulmate. Even if you were dead, you'd somehow manage to crawl out of your grave and end up at her doorstep. It was official, you were in love with Michelle Jones, and apparently, she was in love with you too.

Now the hard thing was confessing your feelings. First, you deleted all the pictures of you and your ex, returned their stuff and blocked their number. Then it was time to reach out to MJ and that wouldn't be an easy task. You decided to do something very cheesy and cliche, hoping that you'd win her over. So after grabbing a speaker and ultimately deciding that work song by Hozier was the most romantic piece of music ever, it was time to impress your crush.

It took Michelle almost a minute to notice that you were outside her house. It took her another minute to decide to go talk to you and another one while she was wandering what to say. But seeing as the song was almost over, you quickly poured your heart out to her, Hozier's voice mixing with yours. When you finished, MJ was silent, and you felt like hell. Did you just ruin your friendship? Would she hate you now? Did she really have feelings for you, or was it just a queerplatonic relationship?

“It doesn’t. I don’t know why I’m angry. Jesus.” You gave up on trying to wipe the coffee up and tossed the towel on the island. “Is she off world?” 

“She didn’t say. You know Carol, always secretive about something.” Nat smirked at your emotions. 

“Thanks for telling me, Nat.” You ditched your coffee and made your way to your room. 

You changed into running clothes and left, making your usual long path around the entirety of the compound. Best way to clear you head. What were these feeling for Carol? Something richer than admiration and yet that was part of it. One thing was for sure, it was definitely, in some ways, a need for her. 

The days passed in a blur. Training for the next mission with the Avengers was nice, but it felt like something was missing. Of course, you knew what it was; Carol Danvers. 

It was a nice sunny morning. Well, it would be if you weren’t up before the sun. Old habits die hard. You grab a cup of coffee, your sketchbook, pencils and a sweatshirt (which may or may not be Bucky’s) and slowly walk towards the small dock. You pull the hood up and snuggle into the sweatshirt. You find a spot leaning on the bench, legs dangling over the water. Beautiful colors paint the sky, slowly at first but turning into a masterpiece of color. But it’s not the sky you draw. 

You draw the symbols on her uniform. The frown on her face when she is determined. Her eyes. God, you can’t do her eyes justice. They sparkle and shine in a way nothing else does. 

“I like it,” you can hear the smirk in her voice. 

“Shit!” You cry out and snap the notebook shut. “What the fuck Danvers.” You keep the hood low over your face so she can’t see your panicked look.

“I was just coming back when I saw you. Figured I’d see what you’re up to at  six in the morning.” You hide your face in your hands. She pulls off your hood. 

You glance up to her but do a double take when you spot a purple bruise on her jaw. 

“What happened to you?” Your brow furrows and you stand up, touching her face lightly. 

“I’m fine. Ran into a couple hillbillies who thought they could get the jump on me.” She smiles at your concern and sits. 

“Wait, I thought you were off world?” You sit down next to her, careful to be close but not too close and put up your hood again. 

She smiles and reaches to pull it down again. You swat her hand away. “No, I was just visiting a friend in Louisiana.”

“Didn’t know you had a friend in Louisiana.” You smirk at her and fidget with the hood string. 

“Just a couple.” You sit in comfortable silence for a minute before she asks something else. “Who’s hoodie is this?” 

“Umm,” you frown. “Bucky’s. I stole it from him.” 

Carol nods for a second. “So, are you to like, a thing?” She seems hesitant to ask but you’re glad she did. 

“No. Uh. No. I’m not into dudes.” 

“Oh.” She doesn’t sound like she thinks it’s a bad thing. “Well if it helps, neither am I.”

You whip around to face her wide eyed. “The more you know.” Is what you settle on to say. 

The sun has almost completely risen now and the sky is still pretty oranges and pinks. You sit and watch the sea glitter and shine. 

“So, are we going to talk about your drawings? I mean their really good. I’d like to see them.” 

You bite your lip, debating. “I mean, sure but they’re just you. You see yourself everyday.” It comes out barely above a whisper. 

“Just me, huh?” She smiles and takes the book. Opening to the first couple of pages, she flips through, quietly and slowly, but with a growing smile. For some reason it makes your insides flutter. Again with the emotions, really? 

She gets to the end and looks up at you, setting the butterflies off again. “These are beautiful. You make my look pretty.”

“You’re always pretty.” You squeak out. She knocks the hood from your head and this time you don’t stop her. You’ve been subconsciously getting closer so there are just a few inches between your faces. 

She closes the gap and her mouth is on yours. It’s a beautiful thing, being able to place your emotions finally. 

And this one?

 After setting up your table with a funnel, a bowl, some flour, scissors and Natasha’s hairdryer that you had “borrowed” from her room-without permission- you were ready to get to work. You grabbed the scissors and carefully opened the pack of flour. You created a small opening and poured some of the flour into the bowl. The hairdryer was balanced between your knees to ensure it would be kept upright as you poured the contents of the bowl through the funnel and into the hairdryer. You were ready and all that was left to do now was wait until Natasha would have her daily sparring session. While she was out at the gym, you had time to put the hairdryer back without getting caught and as Natasha would always take a shower after working out, the effects of your prank would soon be revealed. Two birds with one stone, you thought.

 It wasn’t long before you heard a surprised scream from Natasha’s room, followed by her screaming out your name. This was your cue to start running. Natasha was not amused and was out for blood. Your blood, to be more specific. You could hear her footsteps closing in and you knew there was little time left before she would catch you.

Wanda, who had seen the scene unravel, decided to help you out. ‘Quick! Hide behind the sofa!’ she told you and with a swift movement you were on the ground, squashed between the sofa and the wall. You held your breath as you heard Natasha approach Wanda. ‘WHERE IS Y/N’. The words bounced off the walls and came out like a statement rather than a question. Wanda pretended not to know but the Widow was too keen on reading body language and saw right through her. You were close and she knew it.

 A mere 30 seconds later you were roughly pulled from behind the couch by your feet. ‘Y/N WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TIME THIS IS GOING TO TAKE TO GET OUT AND TO NOT EVEN MENTION THE MESS THAT IS IN MY ROOM RIGHT NOW!’ The string of words came fast and angry. ‘I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to anger you I just-’. You were cut off before you could further explain yourself. ‘Not your intention to anger me? What did you THINK was going to happen, genius?’. ‘Nat, I’m sorry, really.’ you tried again. Natasha just rolled her eyes and sighed as she angrily walked off, done with your antics.

 Today marks eight days since your little mishap. You had behaved perfectly the past week and a bit, you had cleaned Natasha’s room and did the dishes- like Tony had ordered- with no real complaints. Sure, you thought it was a little unfair considering you hadn’t actually meant to piss Natasha off but you understood the reason behind it. You had tried apologizing to Natasha, multiple times, but she had had enough and clearly was not ready to accept your apology- yet. An idea came to you, ‘What makes everything better? Food. Duh’. You were going to bake her a cake, she would surely talk to you again, right? To make sure your idea would remain a surprise, you weren’t going to let anyone else in on your little plan.

 This resulted in you having to go to the supermarket to collect all the ingredients you needed to bake your cake, all the Avengers were observant and would notice the missing ingredients, which could endanger the secrecy of your plan. You pretended to head to bed early, saying ‘Goodnight’ at just 10PM. You, however, set an alarm for 2.30AM to start your kitchen adventures. You made yourself comfortable and dozed off until you were rudely shaken out of your slumber at 2.30 in the morning. You were quick to turn off the atrocious beeping sound coming from your phone before it could awaken anyone else.

 After having gathered all your previously bought items into a bag you snuck out your room and made your way to the kitchen. You made sure to be extra quiet as you walked through the hallway, past the other bedrooms. As you got to the kitchen you should have noticed a dim light coming from the area, but in your sleepy state, this detail went completely over your head. You were softly humming to yourself, something you did often without noticing. This time it was to the tune of ‘Somebody To Love’ by Queen. This notified the person currently in the kitchen of your presence before you were aware of theirs. As you pushed the door open your eyes fell onto Natasha, who was standing against the counter, eyebrows raised at you. Startled by the unexpected presence you let out a small screech and nearly fell backward, only regaining your balance last second.

 ‘N-Natasha, hey’ you managed to squeak out as a blush made its way to your cheeks. Her expression went from amused to unimpressed upon noticing the bag you were desperately trying to hide behind your legs. ‘Really, Y/N? Another prank, at this hour?’. ‘No, no, I’m not. This is not what it looks like.’ you stuttered out, intimidated by the piercing green eyes staring at you. ‘Then what’s in that bag and why are you hiding it there?’ You held your head down and were thoroughly inspecting your black and white fuzzy socks as you mumbled out ‘I was going to bake a cake for you, to say sorry, because I really miss you and I’m sorry’. Still a bit skeptical, Natasha had to make sure you were speaking the truth ‘Show me what’s in the bag.’ she commanded. You clumsily retrieved the bag from behind you and handed it to her, still too worried about the look on her face to look her in the eyes. As she took the bag she was slightly surprised to find it was, indeed, filled with baking goods.

Unbeknownst to you, the redhead’s expression softened. She stepped towards you, taking your hands in her own. Seeing you so intimidated by her wasn’t something she enjoyed, she wanted to be taken seriously but she didn’t want to be feared by the younger girl.

She spoke softly, trying to be gentle with you given your current state ‘Y/N? It’s okay. I’m not mad anymore. It’s sweet you wanted to bake a cake for me.’

 Her statement surprised you and you felt a wave of relief wash over you, your Natasha wasn’t upset with you anymore. Blood rushed to your cheeks at your own thoughts, Natasha wasn’t yours by any means but you have had a little crush on her for ages. Lost in your thoughts, you only looked up to face Natasha as you heard her calling your name. ‘Are you okay?’ she asked. Your usual goofy grin made its way back to your face as you told her that you were, in fact, okay. More than okay, but she didn’t need to know that. The redhead didn’t look convinced yet, so you wrapped your arms around her torso and leaned into her.

 You made a muffled noise that Natasha was able to identify as “promise”. She couldn’t help but grin at the girl in her arms- she had a soft spot for you and she knew it. As you yawned, Natasha freed herself from your grip, glancing at the clock and seeing it was now dangerously near 3AM. ‘I think it’s time we both head to bed, don’t you think Y/N?’. In return, you pouted at her ‘But what about your cake?’. She slightly rolled her eyes at your comment while remaining a smile on her face, thinking it was quite endearing that you were so hung up on the idea of making her a cake and “finding a better use for flour” as you had jokingly said before. ‘How about we bake it tomorrow instead? Together?’ she suggested, to which you eagerly agreed. Truthfully, you’d take every opportunity you could get to spend some one-on-one time with the beauty in front of you.