warnings: Angsty, traumatized Steve, mixed signals, slow burn, multal wanting, Soft heartbreak with hope?, 'Almost relationship ' dynamic.
summary: You never expected Steve Harrington to matter to you, just a name, a reputation, someone your little brother admired. But after surviving Hawkins’ horrors together, Steve slowly becomes a constant presence in your life: lingering looks, quiet care, and moments that feel dangerously close to something more. As mutual feelings grow, both of you hold back, afraid of breaking what little stability you have left. In the end, your situation doesn't leave room for love, right? So you stay close enough to care, even if it means never fully having him. But how long could that actually last?
You always knew Steve Harrington. He was a name first, the King of Hawkins High, the boy teachers watched a little closer, the one girls whispered about in the hallways. By the time you actually met him, you were already unimpressed.
Dustin, on the other hand, was not.
“Where are you going ?” you asked from the couch as you saw your brother leaving.
“I'm hanging with Steve,” he said, dumping his backpack on the living room floor.
The second came weeks later, after your first encounter with a demogorgon in the Byer home. You started playing nurse, patching up the boys when they needed. They couldn't go to a normal doctor after all. That's when Steve began to show up at your house, bloodied knuckles, split lips, that same stupid apologetic smile as if your living room had become some headquarters for broken boys who pretended they weren’t scared.
You were older than most of them, and mature enough to understand what fear looked like when it tried to pass as humor.
After that, it was small things.
Steve waiting for you before walking Dustin home.
Steve sitting a little closer than necessary during mission debriefs.
Steve glancing at you when he thought no one was looking, and looking away too fast. You hated yourself for noticing. Steve Harrington didn’t look at people casually.
When he looked at you, it felt like he was holding his breath.
You convinced yourself it was nothing.
Just proximity. Trauma bonding. Shared chaos.
You told yourself he was just being Steve, overprotective, loyal, painfully earnest.
But then there were nights like this one.
The house was quiet except for the hum of the fridge. Dustin was asleep. Steve had stayed late again, sitting at the kitchen table like he didn’t quite want to leave.
You leaned against the counter, arms crossed.
“You don’t have to keep coming over, Dustin is fine,” you said gently.
Steve swallowed. “I know.”
But he didn’t move.
The space between you felt charged, like something unsaid kept pacing back and forth, waiting to be acknowledged.
He finally stood. “I should go.”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
He walked to the door, hand on the knob, then paused.
“Do you ever,” he started, then stopped. He laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “Never mind.”
Your heart did something stupid.
“Steve.”
He turned.
For a second, you thought he might say it. Whatever it was.
Instead, he just looked at you, soft, aching, careful.
“Goodnight,” he said.
The door clicked shut.
And you stood there long after, thinking,
What would I do if I were close to you?
If wanting was quiet, almost was loud.
Almost, Steve was brushing past you in the hallway, hand grazing your arm like an accident neither of you believed.
Almost was sitting beside him on the couch, knees touching, neither of you moving away.
Almost was the way he always found you in a room, even when he didn’t need to.
You noticed how he took care of Dustin as if it were instinct.
How he listened when you spoke, really listened.
He looked tired lately, like he was carrying more than he let on.
And the worst part?
You felt close.
Not in the obvious way, no confessions, no grand gestures.
But in the way Steve lingered.
In the way he waited.
The night it broke open, it was raining.
Dustin had fallen asleep at the Wheelers’, and Steve offered to walk you home anyway, like you needed the protection.
You let him.
Halfway there, you stopped under a streetlight, rain misting your hair.
“Steve,” you said, quietly.
He looked at you immediately attentively as if you would dissapear if he looked away. “What’s wrong?”
You stared at him, heart pounding. “Why do you keep doing this?”
His brow furrowed. “Doing what?”
“This,” You say, gesturing between you two
Then space. The silence. The waiting.
He looked at you like he already knew the answer.
“I don’t know how to stop,” he admitted. “And I don’t know if I should.”
Your breath caught.
“You could...” you said. “If you wanted to.”
Steve stepped closer, rain soaking through his jacket. “That’s the problem.”
You were so close, now close enough to see the doubt in his eyes, the care, the fear of ruining something that hadn't even happened yet.
“I think about you more than I should,” he said. “And I hate that it feels selfish.”
“Why?” you whispered.
“Because everything feels fragile,” he said. “And you’re… good. You’re steady. Dustin needs you. And I don’t want to be the thing that complicates that.”
You felt it, then the truth settled heavily in your chest.
He wasn’t afraid of wanting you.
He was afraid of having you.
“So what do we do?” you asked.
Steve’s voice was barely audible.
“I stay close enough to care. Far enough not to hurt you.”
You laughed softly, bitterly. “That sounds like torture.”
“Yeah.” He smiled.
For a moment, you thought he might kiss you.
Instead, he reached out and gently brushed the rain from your cheek with his thumb, slow and reverent. Enough to make you want more.
“I wish,” he said, “that wanting was enough.”
He stepped back.
And just like that, it was over
not with heartbreak, but with restraint.
Later, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, you realized something painful and true:
You didn’t lose Steve Harrington.
You just had to make him realize that he was good, just as good as he said you were.
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Summary: In a world where you have always been a villain to others, two women take it upon themselves to get the best out of you.
Italics: Character’s thoughts.
Bolded Italics: Mind-reading
The smell of fear filled your nostrils. It was always exciting—thrilling—seeing all of it in their eyes. They always knew there was no escape, that their time was up.
Because you would not give them more of it.
The body trembled under your hand as you held the collar of his shirt. His quiet whimpers were the only sound in this place as he stared at you in horror.
There was still hope in him, you could feel it. Faint but there. Hope that you would let him go. A sickening smirk spread on your lips as your crazy eyes looked straight into his.
“Oh, dear boy.” You cooed at him like at a child, your head leaning closer to him with pursed lips. “You would want to go home, wouldn’t you?” The question was mocking, sarcastic.
You did not care for the answer, but he still had enough energy to nod his head slightly.
It was pathetic. They all were pathetic. It made you want to puke in disgust. This—Earth was terrible. You had never seen so many souls worth dying.
It was beyond your understanding why your brother loved this place. It reeked of greed and selfishness. Hela was right once again.
You should’ve known. Your younger sister never disappointed you—unlike Thor.
But in the end, your presence here was a good thing. You would wipe it all out.
“Yes?” You let out, nodding along with him as he continued.
It was astonishing how much faith he still had in being saved.
“What if you let him go then?”
Ah.
A familiar voice rang in your ears, causing your lips to open in a wide grin as you stared blankly at nothing, right above the man’s head.
“Since he wants to.” Her comment made your tongue run over your upper teeth as you let go of his collar.
Your head tilted slightly before standing to your full height, turning to face the woman.
Or two, as you came to find out.
There they were again. Running after you like on a goose chase. Their ridiculous attire only reminding you of how low on the food chain they were.
“Girls.” You let out, a small and tired sigh passing your lips. “We need to stop meeting like this.” Your tone sounded amused as you gestured around, taking slow steps back and forth.
“With your hand around someone’s throat?” The brunette one barked back at you.
Feisty.
You liked it. It was more exciting.
“Oh, darling.” Breathy words escaped you as your bored eyes stared at your short nails. “If you would like it around yours instead—” Your words paused as you slowly turned your gaze to her. “—just wish so and it shall come true.” A cocky smile plastered on your face as your eyes roamed her body. “Right before you do.”
Shock flicked in her eyes as the redhead’s features were taken over by anger. You hit a nerve. Exactly like you wanted.
“Watch your words.” The shorter woman seethed out.
“Or you will do what exactly?” The mocking laugh made her jaw clench. They couldn’t do anything. Not to you. “It was a great conversation, ladies, but I shall finish what I started.” A wink flew in their direction as you started turning back to the kneeling man who stayed quiet during the exchange.
As your eyes fell on him, you felt sick at the spark of hope that was coursing through his body.
The corner of your mouth lifted as you groaned in displeasure. He could not get any worse at this point. You needed to get rid of his rotting soul.
“Wait!” The redhead yelled out as your arm raised. “We came here to make a deal.”
A deal?
Your eyebrow arched at them in intrigue. There was nothing in this—or any other—world that could change your mind.
“And what would that be? A shiny car in exchange for his life?” You laughed evilly, finding it humorous that they would even suggest a deal with you.
You did not need anything.
Humans, of all creatures, could not offer you anything you could want.
“Come with us.” The brunette proposed.
Her face was serious, the features did not show any sign of a trap—or a joke. You could almost smell the determination on her.
Her companion had the same scent, almost making you sick the longer you focused on it.
You burst out in laughter. It had to be some kind of trick. This could not be the very offer they wanted to give you.
“You humans are such foolish creatures.” It was comical. Unbelievable.
“It’s not a joke.” The redhead let out sternly, her eyes hardening as the scent of persistence washed over her. “Come with us and see how it is to protect people.” Her tone was unwavering, causing your eyebrow to quirk in astonishment. “Not bring death to them.”
You huffed out a breath through your open-mouthed smile.
“They bring it to themselves, my dear.” You told her matter-of-factly. “I only deliver.”
You were blessed with the powers that made you the most powerful being in all of the universes. You could manipulate matter, read and play with someone’s thoughts. Smell the scent of others’ emotions and alter them however you wanted to.
You could make them feel what you wanted.
You picked up on things they would bury, ignore, or try to forget. Things that they did not think were wrong. You sensed everything.
That was how you knew who deserved death. Who was rotten enough to have their soul taken away from them.
“Let us show you that killing is not the only solution.” The brunette woman stepped forward, her expression changing from firm to pleading as she looked at you with soft eyes. “Please.” There was no fight in it.
She simply wanted you to agree. She simply believed you would find enough kindness in you to accept the offer.
Pathetic.
Their offer was just as ridiculous as they were and their silly little team.
But who were you to decline? They were making it easier for you, handing damned souls to you on a silver platter.
They encountered more vile individuals than anyone else on this planet.
A corner of your mouth twitched, wanting to curl into a smirk. But instead, you lifted your chin, not daring to look away from them.
“Fine.” The redhead gaped at you in shock that she quickly masked as the other woman seemed simply relieved. “You have a month—”
“Three.” The redhead quickly countered your offer.
Your head slowly tilted as you raised a curious eyebrow at the fact that she interrupted you. She did not seem bothered, folding her arms over her chest and arching her brow in response.
Both feisty.
It was getting more exciting for you.
More time to mess with their naive, little brains.
“Three.” You confirmed, letting them think how they won this one.
But a loud, terrifying scream made their mouths drop in horror as their eyes widened when your hand faced the man. His hands were pressing against his head before he started scratching at it like in amok.
You were melting his brain, letting him feel everything he had done in this life. Showing him every single hidden emotion that he had buried deep inside of him. Every image came to the surface as he wailed in agony.
Until the pain became too much. His mind was unable to hold it anymore, making his eyes turn empty as they bled. His limbs falling loosely before his body dropped from his knees to the floor.
Your mouth wore an evil grin, cruelty was swirling in your eyes as you stared at their petrified faces, their bodies frozen in place from the shock of what they just witnessed.
Your whisper was the last thing they heard as the echoing screams finally died down.
“Tick tock.”
You were perplexed upon seeing their chambers. It was at most the size of a bathroom—if even. You could hardly wrap your head around how they functioned in such a tiny space.
It was impossible to turn around without knocking something over. Everything felt tight. Everything felt—too close.
“You can put your clothes away here.” The brunette—who now you knew was called Wanda—led you around the wall, entering another tiny room, even smaller than the previous one.
“Here?” Your mouth fell open as a corner of it lifted in doubt, waiting for her to laugh.
But she only nodded in confirmation.
They could not be serious. Looking around the small rectangle with a few closets put together and a bench in the middle, you believed it had to be a stunt.
Maybe some sort of test to see how you would explode. It had to be. You refused to accept that they lived like that.
She turned her head, looking around. “I know it’s a bit big—” Big? Your head shook in disbelief, eyes blinking rapidly at her choice of words. “—but everything will fit.”
Her gaze found you again, a warm smile playing on her lips as she lifted her arms from her sides before letting them drop.
It was not possible she believed what she was saying.
Your head tilted at her as your face scrunched in pity. It was truly sad to watch how she was drowning in her own delusion.
“Oh, darling.” Your words made her lips turn into a frown as she pulled her brows together, her fingers fiddling lightly. “Do you believe that when men say it to you as well?”
Her mouth fell open in shock, arms dropping to her sides as she looked at you in offense.
Your body moved back on instinct as one of your eyebrows arched at her reaction. It was puzzling. The annoyance on her features was out of the normal level.
You did not say anything that would be too inappropriate.
“First of all, you need to work on your manners—”
This time it was your turn to gasp at the accusation. “My manners are just fine, excuse you.” Her head tilted down as a pointed look was directed at you, causing you to realize how your little outburst cut her off. Clearing your throat, you straightened your posture. “Continue.”
Her lips twitched, but she kept them in a thin line. “And second, I am not interested in men.”
“Oh?” A small, intrigued sound escaped your mouth before smirking at her. Your tongue went over your upper teeth like on instinct, looking over her body.
She must’ve noticed. And must not have liked it, judging by the hardened look as she scrunched her eyebrows.
“Not that it’s any of your business.” Her sharp words made you only more excited while her eyes kept shooting daggers at you. “I’ll see you in the common area.” She added flatly, not looking away until she disappeared in—what she had called—the bedroom part.
This only got more interesting. The anticipation of all the things, all the chaos, you could cause here. All because they attempted to fix what was never broken.
Your tongue pressed against your bottom teeth, staring in thought at the spot where the brunette was a second ago.
It was only your first day—and 89 more to go.
“You are making a mistake.” Harsh whispers slowed down your steps, your head leaning against the wall that separated the common area and the hallway. “She will kill us in our sleep.”
Oh.
You felt flattered. You had barely gotten here and already had a high-level reputation.
“She’s not like that.” A voice—which you recognized to be the redhead’s—spoke in your defense.
Your eyebrows raised as the corners of your mouth tugged down. That was an interesting turn of events.
They really had to have faith in you. It was quite adorable. Maybe you could pretend to be nice for five minutes per week. You would consider it later.
“She’s insane, Nat!” The male voice raised the volume, your head moving to the sides. There was some truth to it. “What do you even know about her? She is a cold-blooded killer!”
“Stop yelling.” The woman’s words sounded muffled, like she was gritting them through her teeth.
“People thought I was a cold-blooded killer once.” Another voice spoke up, picking up your interest.
You were confused. Why would a complete stranger stand in your defense? These mortals really were the most foolish creatures to exist.
“That’s different.” A stern counter came.
“What’s different?” You asked with a smile, casually walking into the space where at least six other people were.
All of their eyes snapped to you immediately. Some of them in horror, some in intrigue—and two green pairs just looked like it was a normal Tuesday.
It made your head tilt. But there was no time to dwell on it. You needed to know something about the others. You had to find out their secrets, weaknesses, and darkest thoughts to play with.
Judging by who was standing with the redhead, you already had a face of the person who was quick to talk about you behind your back.
Not that you cared. But you liked to know who to torture more. Whose morality was hanging on by a thread.
“Ah.” You let out, your white teeth out on display as you smiled widely. “You must be the lousy mouth I heard.” Your chirpy tone made the blonde man look at others with wide eyes before straightening his posture as you walked down the low steps.
His big body shrank under your gaze even though he tried to seem unbothered.
“Y/n.” Wanda’s scolding tone made your eyes jump to her. Your eyebrows scrunching as you tried to read her face. “Be nice.” Her head tilted slightly as her brows jumped for a quick second.
You did not even say anything bad.
“I simply stated a fact.” You gestured with your hand to the man, your gaze staying on the brunette as you defended yourself.
She only folded her arms over her chest, making your eyes widen in disbelief and move to the redhead for some help.
But she kept her cheeks sucked in, trying not to laugh as her gaze darted away from you.
“Ugh, whatever.” Your eyes rolled in annoyance. “I’m here temporarily.” You informed them, your hands clasping together as a smile spread on your lips. “For, what you humans would call, a tutorial on being good.”
Your fingers made a quotation gesture as your eyes skimmed over each of them. They seemed confused by your words, staying quiet and only staring at you.
They were so strange. Never before had you encountered such weird individuals.
“Nobody would say that.” Another blonde-haired man spoke up.
His tone sounded sincere and puzzled, but it only made your eyes squint at him in irritation.
“And what would you know?” Your eyes dangerously closed in on him. “Did you pop out of the 1500s with that bow?” Crossing your arms, he had your full attention as fear flashed in his eyes.
You knew your share of things about this planet. Not much, but enough to avoid being lied to like right now.
His hands shot up, taking a small step back as you sensed worry from him.
He should worry. You would not take liars lightly. You despised them.
“Anyway.” A man with a goatee clasped his hands loudly, looking at you with puckered lips. “How do you like the place? Pretty cool, huh?”
His confidence was cute—adorable even. You assumed they would not stop surprising you with their delusions throughout your stay here.
Scrunching up your face, you matched his wide, cocky grin. “Pretty tiny.” You replied, pinching your fingers together.
His face instantly dropped while a bald, dark-skinned man burst out in laughter before switching to coughing.
Amusement was swirling in his eyes while the previous man looked unhappy. You were not here to brighten their mood. If they wanted to ask questions, they would get answers.
“Now that you met the team, we need to go to Fury.” The redhead informed you, her hands searching for something in her pockets as she walked toward you.
“Oh.” Your face lit up. “Is it that man with the coat?” You asked, your smirk turning mischievous as you kept your eyes on the woman. “Which looks ridiculous, but his choice.”
The comment earned you incredulous looks from everybody as they pointedly moved their eyes over your attire.
Nat blinked at you slowly as if she was not sure if she had heard you correctly.
“You are wearing a cape.” Her tone sounded accusing, making your head raise high.
This was just disrespectful.
“It is a sign of high status in my world.” Your stern voice made her back off as her eyebrows raised almost all the way to her hairline.
Gesturing for you to follow her, you heard the brunette woman utter something out to the rest before catching up with the two of you.
Your head shook in disbelief at how she dared to insult your cape. You were the most powerful being. The eldest of your siblings. The cape was graced with gold to show your importance and strength.
“My cape.” You grumbled under your nose as you walked into a big, metal box with buttons. “All of you seriously need to rethink your style. You all look ludicrous.”
Their clothing could not be any more laughable. It looked like something you could find in the garbage.
You were glad they did not try to make you change yours.
They made you change your clothing after the first week. Apparently, the way you dressed was not usual and getting too much attention.
You did not understand what the problem was. If people stared, they probably had a good reason. You were a goddess. The most powerful one.
Of course, mere mortals would want to take it all in. It was not every day that they could see someone as mesmerising as you.
You felt like your aura went down to 10% when Natasha presented you in a hoodie and some jeans. You hated it. It was ugly, tight, and cheap.
You looked like a homeless Asgardian—if that existed.
So, you refused, demanding something better.
“Ah.” A happy sigh left your widely smiling mouth as you stared into the mirror, buttoning up the bottom half of your new dress jacket. “Not a top-notch, but will do.” You added, turning to the side and taking a look over your fancy dress pants.
It was a bit tight when you tried to extend your arms, but both women had told you your muscles would restrict the material.
And they did as your biceps were almost popping through it.
“How do I look?” Quickly turning around, you were met with a speechless Wanda whose eyes only kept staring at you as her mouth stayed open.
Natasha, on the other hand, was biting her thumbnail, her throat bopping as her hooded eyes were looking below your chin.
Your brows scrunched. If they tried to judge your choice, they were ridiculous. It was the best out of everything else this planet had to offer.
“Ladies?” You snapped your fingers, making both of them blink rapidly. “If you even attempt to say this is worse than the rubbish you gave me—”
“No!” They both quickly said in loud voices. Their faces were scrunched as their hands were waving in your face.
“You look—” Natasha paused, her palm landing on your shoulder as she rubbed it slowly while looking over your new outfit.
She clearly could not find the right words as her silence prolonged, making your head tilt with an annoyed sigh.
“Hot.” Wanda splurted out, her gaze attached to your flat, muscled chest that tried to break through the white dress shirt.
Hot?
Your brows scrunched in confusion as her words did not make any sense to you. “What are you speaking of? It’s quite chilly here.” Your baffled tone was getting lost as you started looking around the place.
It was far from being warm. Clearly, she was losing her mind.
“Aw!” Her green eyes whipped to Natasha when the redhead slapped her arm sharply.
The shorter woman’s lips formed a thin line as she stared at her friend pointedly. “She meant to say presentable.” She quickly told you with a smile.
Your face relaxed before a grin took over it upon hearing the words. “Indeed.” Grabbing the lapels of your dress jacket, you pulled it apart, putting the white shirt on display as your hands slid into your pockets. “More than you for certain.”
Natasha’s smile faded at your comment while Wanda’s eyebrow arched, her gaze still wandering all over you.
“That’s rude, Y/n.” The Russian deadpan voice made your mouth grimace.
“I was only stating the obvious, my Lady.” Your arms went up as you gesticulated, but there was no reason to fight.
Not with the look on her face.
Some mortals could be very stubborn. She happened to be one of those—causing your life to be harder.
Sighing exasperatedly, you started fixing the cufflinks, your eyes glancing at Wanda who looked like she was lost in a trance.
“Is she alright?” The redhead tilted her head in confusion at your question before turning to her friend.
“Wanda!” The scolding instantly started as she slapped the brunette’s arm again.
Taking a step back, you let them resolve whatever problem they had, watching how they conversed animatedly.
Natasha seemed unhappy with the brunette as the other looked irritated by the berating she was receiving.
The longer you watched, the more emotions you saw and sensed from them. Their thoughts were running wild as well, making it almost impossible to keep up with each one of them.
They were harsh, mean—derogatory even. You had no idea these two were capable of something like that.
They were supposed to show you kindness and mercy were better than your way of life after all. But they could not even restrain their emotions while having a conversation.
Ah.
A wicked smirk started curling up on your mouth.
That was it.
Their feelings pinned against each other.
All Avengers were a ticking time bomb, you had seen it already on your first day. The miscommunication, the taunting, how fast they were to laugh at each other.
How fast they were to clash their opinions and argue whose were the right ones.
That was the key to the door that would unleash their doom on them.
Now, it was a game of who was going to be proven what quicker.
And you knew you were not about to change your beliefs.
“Goddammit!” Your body leaned further back on the chair as Steve’s fist connected with the desk in the communication room.
His face was tensed and unhappy as he kept seething through his teeth. It made your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, watching his actions like it was a TV show.
“Tony!” He pressed a button, yelling into the space. “I said to retreat!” His anger would be his downfall. You had never seen anyone with such control issues.
“And I said I was going in.” The unbothered reply came a second later.
You would burst out in laughter if it were not for the blonde man’s tightening fists and how much he was biting his bottom lip. It almost started drawing blood.
There was nothing for you to do, however. Besides observing the man and how we worked. You were not trusted enough to be put in the field yet. Rightfully so. It had to be the first logical thing they had done since you had come here two weeks ago.
“You’re going to ruin the mission!” He almost yelled back. It was clear he was trying to hold in the full potential of his current feelings. “Can you think of something else than your ego for once?”
Damn.
Now, you understood what people meant by saying they wished they had popcorn in certain situations.
This was gold. Splendid.
“You first, Star-spangled.”
Even your jaw fell all the way down to the floor at the comment. Your wide eyes slowly turned to the side, wanting to see if Natasha’s face looked anything like yours.
But she remained nonchalant. There was no sign of shock, surprise, or amusement. Nothing. Completely blank.
Only proving further to you that this behavior was normal to them.
Returning your attention back to Steve after realizing the redhead did not care to pay any, your lips twisted into a mischievous grin.
It was a perfect opportunity.
This son of a bitch.
This man reeked of anger right now. What could happen if you added a bit of a sprinkle? It could not be that bad.
His gritting teeth stopped as he clenched his jaw hard.
“Don’t call me that!” His fist slammed into the metal desk once again.
This time, however, waking up the redhead from her one-person world when the hit was so hard it dented the material.
Her gasp sounded in the room, but Steve did not seem to care about it now. You, on the other hand, just kept watching.
“Star-striped then?” The blonde would hate it even more.
He did not have much restraint or patience. Not when it came to people mocking him.
“At least I’m still something without the suit.” His bark incited rage in the other man.
Tony was out of your reach physically, but his voice was enough for you to sense his emotions—and mess with them.
You loved how powerful you were.
His scoff sounded through the speaker, causing you to wait in anticipation.
“Remind me again of your times as a lab rat.” His voice sounded like a request, but you could tell it was far from that.
“Tony!” Natasha yelled out in a warning which fell on deaf ears.
It hit close to home for Steve. Too close even. His entire face turned red, his jaw almost breaking from how hard he was tightening it while nail marks imprinted themselves on his palm.
They were doing so well on their own, to be honest. You barely intensified the soldier’s anger. But why not see how much potential they had?
After all, you would only bring his true emotions to the surface.
“Remind me how you sold bombs to terrorists.” He snapped back to the billionaire.
“Steve!” Your head whipped to the wide-eyed redhead whose voice dripped with disbelief.
Shock was written all over her features as she stared at the blonde man. His eyebrows were scrunching as he blinked rapidly. It might’ve felt for him like waking up from a dream.
You watched how the realization of what he said washed over him, his face going pale. “Oh, God.” He breathed out before turning back to the button. “Tony, I—” His words died in his mouth, head dropping as heavy sighs kept passing his lips.
The other line stayed unresponsive, no signals or noise. Nothing. You sensed how guilt washed over the blonde man. It was intense, almost stinky.
His thoughts were racing like sports cars.
Your face grimaced in the silent room. “That was something.” Both of their heads whipped at your chirpy comment. “Very kind of you.” Steve’s lips pressed together at the jab as you turned to Natasha. “I get the concept now.” Her head tilted at you as she sent you a pointed look at the sarcastic comment.
But you could not stop the smile on your face as you kept jumping between both of the heroes.
This was already so amusing. And the best part? They were doing most of the work.
Being a good person in training made you realize how much time some humans had. You had never slept so much, not even a day in your over 5000-year-old body.
It was nice, however. You’d never had enough rest to the point you would start getting bored.
It almost felt like vacation. Apparently, it was something humans had.
Wanda had taken it upon herself to fill out the gaps when she had seen how uninterested you’d been in doing anything at all.
“Is this really necessary?” You asked boredly.
Her great idea was a training session. Of all things.
“Yes.” She said like it was obvious, her head tilting at you in a scolding manner. “You need to practice and move to, you know—” She started explaining while gesticulating, pausing as she struggled to find words.
Or excuses more like.
“I don't know.” Your deadpan voice made her face drop to a blank one, her arms falling to her sides.
You didn’t need your powers to see her displeasure with your response. She was very clear with her expressions.
So insufferable.
Your eyebrow quirked at the brunette. The look in your eyes changed in an instant.
“Do the manners extend to your inner monologue or do we just need to pretend to be nice out loud?”
Her puzzled face was quick to switch, her green eyes doubling in size as her mouth dropped open.
“You—” She pointed at you, stuttering. “I—” She was spiraling, trying to understand the situation. “How did you—” Her chin raised as she squinted her eyes at you.
But she was not hostile. She was curious.
You only tilted your head, a corner of your mouth raising in an amused smile.
Her tongue pressed against her bottom teeth as she closed her eyes, her head nodding slowly as the realization washed over her.
“You can read minds, can’t you?” Her question was met with a small shrug of your shoulders. She puckered her lips before they parted as worry took over her. “What, uh—” She cleared her throat. “What else did you see?” Her fingers fiddled as she became nervous.
Now, you were the curious one. Your brows pulled together as you stared at her, attempting to figure her out.
“Nothing.” You stated, earning a small glare. “Genuinely!” Your palms raised in defense, facing the woman. “I do not normally read your mind.” Her eyebrow arched, not believing your words. “Unless the thoughts are loud.” You added quietly, avoiding her gaze.
You knew scolding was coming your way again for invading privacy as they liked to say. You’d been hearing about it for the past month.
But she only rolled her eyes at you, exaggeratedly really.
It intrigued you. Her worry, questions, just to follow up with dismissiveness. It was not adding up.
“Let’s practice your telekinesis.” She uttered casually, rubbing her hands together as she was about to take a step towards you.
A thought came to your mind before you extended your palm. Each finger quickly curled inwards, starting with the pinky and ending with the pointer one.
Faint, green tendrils surrounded Wanda before her shocked face ended up right in front of yours, tilting up to meet your eyes.
You could feel her heavy breaths hitting your skin as a smirk slowly curled on your lips.
“I think it’s under control.” Your low voice made the Sokovian’s eyes jump between yours as they widened. “Wouldn’t you rather talk about those thoughts of yours?” Your neck strained as you leaned your head forward and up, putting yourself closer to the woman.
Her lips were trembling as you could see how hard she fought to keep her gaze on yours. “I am more than sure they are fascinating.” The more you spoke, the more anticipation it raised in her.
Her anxiety was confusing. You could not quite tell where it came from. She was alluring—exciting. Your pupils definitely dilated purely from how intriguing she was.
How intensely she was stimulating your mind—even without her gorgeous body in the equation.
“So consuming.” Your whisper made her mouth close as she swallowed harshly. Her gaze dropped past your line of sight only for a second before she looked up at you again.
A small chuckle sounded through your throat. “Your face is so—” Your eyes squinted as you paused. Her mouth parted more as she waited for you to finish the sentence. “Descriptive.” Another chuckle passed your lips.
Your hand raised to her hair, lightly running your finger through it. “I don’t even have to read your mind to know what is going on in that head of yours.” Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, your smirk widened as Wanda stared at you like in a trance.
Her face was slowly moving closer to yours—either on purpose or unknowingly. You did not care which one was the reason.
You cared what you were getting from her. The anxiety was completely replaced by anticipation and lust. It was so intense you’d think she sprayed it on herself like a perfume.
There was no time for thinking, however, when she lunged forward, smashing her lips against yours. You would not dream of stopping her, reciprocating the hunger of it.
It was strong. Her hand attached itself to the back of your neck as she pulled you in more. Your smirk was lost in the kiss as it felt like she wanted to get all of you—if it was possible.
The urgency, the need she was putting into it made you wonder how long she had been wanting to swallow your mouth.
It was delightful. The softness of her lips almost melted you on the spot. If it were not for the harshness of the kiss, you would worry you had mistaken her lust for something else.
What it would be you had no idea.
There was nothing beyond lust for you. Nothing familiar, nothing you knew of.
But you did not want to dwell on it when your hands grasped her waist, squeezing it and eliciting a pretty moan out of the brunette.
She did not seem to be anywhere near being done, wanting to feed on your lips as much as you would let her before taking it away.
So, you let her.
It would only become easier for you later.
“What do you think about this one?” A hundredth dress was shoved into your face as the tablet’s screen stayed inches apart from it.
For the past week, the Avengers miraculously hadn’t had any missions. No emergencies, nowhere to be. Nothing bad enough for their intervention was happening.
So, you were sitting at the kitchen island. Natasha’s hand swiping websites and images as she decided you would help her with picking a dress.
You. Of all teammates—if you could be called that. There was not a single thing you knew about dresses. You did not know much of human clothing in general. Besides the ugly ones and that they were ugly.
But she needed help as Tony had announced there would be a party next Saturday.
“It looks—okay?” Your scrunched-up face and the raised corner of your mouth made the redhead’s shoulders drop.
Her dissatisfied expression made you slightly panic. You agreed—kind of—to do this because of their little mission. It was important to keep up appearances.
But you had to admit, the time you would spend with both women was rather enjoyable. It definitely influenced the way you spoke now. Apparently, you used to sound way too fancy for an average person.
“I don’t know anything about dresses, Nat.” You quickly defended yourself.
She could not berate you or be mad for something like that. You hadn’t paid much attention to anything besides looking for rotten souls during your time on Earth.
“Besides how easy it is for women to water my mouth by wearing one.” You mumbled the second part, leaning on your arms that rested on the kitchen island.
“Exactly!” She almost screamed out, her face brightening again. “That’s the way.” Her words were incoherent as she murmured with scrunched eyebrows, clicking on the device and causing you to stare at her confused. “Would you wanna do me if I wore this?” She turned the tablet to you, showing a black, quite skimpy dress with a slit on the side.
But you could barely focus on the image as her words struck you.
“Do you?” Your baffled expression made her smiling face falter.
“You know, like—” Her hand raised as she moved it in a circular motion, averting her gaze away. “—would it become harder for you to—” She cleared her throat when you sensed how her nerves picked up. “To keep your hands off of me.”
You were rendered speechless when her green eyes connected with yours. The intensity of her stare was as great as her natural stubbornness.
It made your mouth fall open, but no words followed.
First, Wanda’s desire for your lips a week ago. Now, sly questions from Natasha.
Both women were confusing you. You knew for a fact the Russian was not being casual. Her anxiety was raising with each second of your silence.
“I—” You uttered finally, coughing into your fisted hand before tilting your head in thought. “Why are we jumping to, uh—” An awkward laugh escaped you involuntarily as you felt like the room was getting warmer. “Jumping so far.” You fixed your sentence, looking at the woman with a smile.
You tried to seem as calm as possible, but it proved to be harder than normal. And you wished to know why.
“Far?” She asked.
“Well.” Your hands spread as you blinked rapidly, trying to come up with an explanation. “We do not have to immediately think if the dress would entice me to have intercourse with you.” Her eyebrow slowly arched at your words.
The way she put away the tablet made you glance at the movement as you swallowed thickly.
You could be the most powerful being, but it did not mean moments like this would never happen to you. Even though, they had never happened before.
Whatever grip these women had on you, it had to end.
Her arms crossed over her chest as she did not dare to look away.
“Why?” Her head tilted as she parted her lips. “Would it be so horrible for you to have sex with me?” Her eyes squinted at you, the tip of her tongue poking out as she pressed it between her teeth.
Well, now, it was even worse. You would rather go back to the previous question.
“Uh.” You chuckled nervously, avoiding her eyes and gluing yours to the wall. This was not boding well for you.
Unless.
The realization finally came to you as you took your time to answer. She wanted you to say yes. That was why she was nervous and now annoyed.
She did not like your hesitation, your possible rejection.
“Frankly, I would rip that dress off of you before you would have a chance to fully put it on.”
Your bold statement made her eyes widen as her mouth dropped to the floor. Her emotions were going crazy as she could only gawk in shock.
But there was something else. Something that was not coming from her anymore. Anger, displeasure, and bitterness. It was coming from outside the kitchen.
“I—Well—” The redhead stuttered, distracting you from what you sensed. “Good to know.” She sniffled quickly, nodding to herself as she scrambled to pick up the tablet, her fingers not cooperating too well. “Guess I found the dress.”
She clicked her tongue, still looking down before lifting her gaze and connecting it with yours. A ghost of a smirk was running over her mouth before she got up and patted your shoulder.
“Thanks.” She said smiling. Her hand lingered on your body for a second longer before she turned around and started leaving the kitchen.
In the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of brunette hair, causing your head to whip.
There was Wanda, furiously throwing a blanket on the couch as her lips mumbled something before pressing tightly.
The scent of anger that came from her was strong.
This all did not make any sense. Why would her lust for you make her act this way? Make her emotions so severe.
It was for her to know and you to find out, as mortals liked to say.
The party was in full swing. And both women were in full fighting mode as it seemed.
Last you remembered, they were friends, but it seemed to be out of the window now. They had fought over who would get drinks with you as soon as you had come to the party.
Then, they had fought about who would’ve danced with you.
You ended up dancing with both. Trapped in the middle of the dancefloor with both of them on opposite sides of you, constantly pulling on your arm to turn you around.
They wanted you individually, glaring at each other and throwing snarky comments for the whole night.
You were not sure if getting involved too much in this feud would be a good idea. However, it did not look like they would resolve it on their own.
Maybe they just needed time.
That was something they did not have much of. You had already been halfway through your bettering course.
Staying away from their problems would be better, you decided. You hadn’t messed with their emotions ever since you had gotten here and you did not plan on doing it.
Others sufficed.
Natasha and Wanda were the only ones who accepted you.
It would be disrespectful to play with their heads.
“Stay down.” Clint whispered over his shoulder, his hand raised in the air as he scouted the area. “There are three ahead.”
Pulling out his bow, he grabbed an arrow and got ready to shoot if needed.
After two months, they finally started letting you go on missions. It could not have been their best decision as you had always found small ways of sabotaging them.
Not to the point of putting anyone in danger, but you had definitely made it harder for the Avengers to succeed.
And you would now as well.
Looking around, there were not many things in this winter forest to use. But it was a forest. A lot of trees.
Your lips twisted into a smirk as you stared at a big branch. It was enormous, really.
Using your powers, you caused it to crack a little by little. If it broke fully, it could raise suspicion.
After a while, it finally was at the verge of breaking completely. A glint flashed in your eyes when the branch started falling, causing a white cloud to lift from the ground when the piece of wood collided with the snow.
“What the—” Clint’s question was cut off when the soldiers turned around and started investigating.
To make it faster, you whooshed some of the white powder in the blonde man’s face, causing him to cough uncontrollably.
“Intruders!” One of the enemies yelled out loudly, his gun raising as he aimed it in your direction.
But you did not feel bothered. Your smirk only widened as you stared at him. His body radiated with all the stinkiest emotions you could have ever thought of.
In the end, the mission was a success. Clint complained like an old man with a bad back about how shit it was and he wanted a break.
Others only waved him off as the alarm that had been raised had caused them issues as well. But no one had gotten harmed.
Only inconvenienced.
“Ugh!” A groan came from beside you as you sat on the couch, reading a magazine. “My muscles are killing me.” The brunette sighed exasperatedly, leaning her head on the back of the furniture. “I could use a massage.”
If the last two weeks had shown you anything, it was that Natasha and Wanda would go to any extent to have you do things with them—or to them.
Their rivalry had only gotten worse. And it seemed to be over you. For whatever reason.
Because you could not believe lust was the cause of their fallout.
Wanda’s head turned to you, her eyes going over your face as you glanced at her form your newspaper.
“What?” You asked finally.
“Can you give me a massage?” Her question made your arms fall as you looked at her incredulously. “Your hands are really soft.” She started justifying as her eyes dropped to them. “With long fingers.” She added in a mumble, her teeth biting her bottom lip as she shuddered.
“God, fine, just—” Your eyes squeezed shut as you sat straighter on the couch, waving your hand. “Think quieter, please.” Giving her a pointed look, you were met with a cheeky smirk as a response, making your eyes roll.
You had no idea when the roles reversed. It used to be her getting disappointed with your actions and words. Not the other way.
Not that you disliked what her thoughts and actions were. But it made you flustered. You never got flustered. Your cheeks would heat up in seconds as she teased you.
So, it was easier to ignore the advances. You had to figure out how to control your reactions first.
As she got up to expose her back to you, Natasha walked into the room, stealing your attention for a second.
“Oh, Y/n.” She gasped out. “I need your help, can you come with me?” She stared at you with a warm, innocent smile.
You did not get a chance to respond as Wanda’s body tensed, irritation boomed off of her, and you could only imagine how much steam was coming out of her nostrils.
“Y/n is busy.” Her stern tone was full of irritation.
Natasha’s face dropped instantly, turning to her—you hoped—friend.
“I think Y/n can speak for herself.” She bit back, finishing off with a tight-lipped smile, widening it so much her eyes squinted.
You felt like in danger—and you never felt in danger.
It was bad.
“Ladies—” You tried to intervene before it could get worse, standing up from the couch.
“And I think you can read the room.” Wanda barked back, getting up from her spot. Her arms crossed over her chest. “Unless your spy skills suddenly vanished.”
The redhead’s eyes blinked slowly as her poked out tongue pressed between her teeth. It was a bad time to be around when her head tilted with a sweet smile that you knew was far from sincere.
“Oh, no.” You murmured to yourself, swallowing harshly as fear of what was about to come washed over you.
“You should pull a break on that jealousy.” The Russian matched Wanda’s posture as her chin raised. “Green was never your color.”
The brunette’s gasp made your body twitch as Natasha pouted at her mockingly.
You could be wrong, but there was only one reason why Wanda would get offended by it. It was because your powers were green. You had to hand it to Nat, the insult was smart, basically insinuating that Wanda did not match you.
“Oh, right, because you have history with that color.” Wanda jabbed at the woman, causing your face to scrunch in confusion. “How did dating Banner go again?”
Well, that was crazy. You would never guess Natasha and Bruce had had something going on.
But judging by her clenched jaw, it was true.
“We both know I never liked him!” Her voice raised as she started losing her patience.
And you were losing your mind. Your hands were wet, your neck as well. You even felt the sweat on your forehead as the situation started getting out of control.
It did not make sense why you were so nervous and scared. It was between them.
They kept arguing as you kept spiraling. You tried to stop them to no avail, they only got louder and louder.
The rage on their faces was nowhere near the hatred you could sense from them. It made you feel sick. They were friends.
“You are not the one who kissed her!” Wanda shouted, gaining your attention as anxiety filled your body.
Natasha’s gasp was followed by pure shock and surprise written on her face. But it quickly switched to determination and frustration.
“Yeah?!” She shouted. “Then watch me!” Her angry eyes snapped to you, almost making you stumble backwards when she stormed to you.
All of your worries went away when her delicate hands grabbed the sides of your head and her lips smashed against yours.
Your eyes widened before falling closed, grasping her waist like on instinct as she kissed you hungrily.
It felt amazing. Her plump lips were everything you could imagine. But before you could satisfy your newly discovered desire, she bit your lip and pulled away.
“Now, I did.” She said after whipping her head around to face Wanda.
The brunette groaned in frustration as you stood frozen, still processing what just happened.
“Goodbye.” The redhead said sternly.
You were not aware of anything around anymore, only feeling Nat’s hand sliding into yours as she pulled you out of the room.
You were torn apart. The way you had lived before had been all you’d known. Your job, basically. Delivering doom to the people who had brought it on themselves.
Being here did not show you much of caring and kindness, in all honesty. This entire team was broken, it felt like enemies bunched up together trying to act like allies.
Tomorrow would be the last day of the agreement. Those 89 days had passed faster than you thought.
But you did not feel like a part of the team. Besides Natasha and Wanda—maybe Sam and Bucky—nobody here treated you anywhere close to being a teammate. Not even a human.
They treated you like a criminal.
Your whole life you had been painted as a villain, some poisonous evil.
But you were not evil. Not to you. Not anymore.
All you had ever done was searching for souls that were rotten to the point of deserving death.
You did not bring it on them. They did it. Their actions, their selfishness, their cruelty. Their lack of compassion and kindness.
You hadn’t killed everyone on your path. You’d killed the ones that brought only misery and pain to others.
You were not sure if you could even say that you had killed them. Their death had come from their own emotions. You only had brought those emotions to the surface, intensifying them, and making the person feel every single drop of it.
Until their minds and bodies couldn’t have handled it anymore, leading to death.
Nobody would understand it. They either couldn’t or wouldn’t want to. So, there was no point in explaining.
But both women made you feel so close, so content.
You felt like there was no spot for you in the team, but there was one with Nat and Wanda.
The spiraling thoughts were leading you nowhere. You could get nowhere with this alone. What you needed was advice.
And your sister had always given you the best ones.
“Y/n.” The words fell out of her mouth in a breath as she embraced you tightly. “What happened?” She asked, pulling away as her hands stayed on your arms.
Your mouth opened before closing, your lips pressing tightly in a groan. “I don’t know what to do.” You finally let out, causing the other woman to furrow her brows.
“About?” That was a good question.
You were not sure about what exactly.
“Humans had always been—strange.” She nodded in agreement, waiting for you to continue. “I had come to an agreement with a group of them.” Your sister winced at the words. “Thor’s acquaintances actually.”
“Oh, that makes it better.” Her sarcasm was refreshing, causing you to chuckle as her eyes rolled.
But you quickly became serious again as your thoughts rushed back. “They wanted to prove to me that mercy is better than killing—” The corners of Hela’s mouth pulled down in slight disagreement. “—when they could not be kind even to each other.”
Your sister scoffed in amusement. “Is that really shocking to you?” Her head shook as she pursed her lips.
“No, but—” You paused as her eyes found you again. “Two women from them, they—” It was hard to speak about it. Hard to convince yourself it was true. “They accept me, believe in me.” Hela’s head tilted in intrigue. “They made me feel welcomed and like I was a part of them.”
It had to be insane for her to hear. It felt insane to say.
But it was the truth. Your truth.
“But the others, they hate me.” Your features turned into sorrow. “Not all of them, but it always feels like being in a prison with their eyes watching my every move.”
It was frustrating really.
“Y/n/n, we both know how flawed humans are.” Her hand squeezed your arm in comfort. “They will never change. You know that better than me.”
“But Thor is so fond of them, he has to have a good reason.” You tried to argue, your voice sparking with hope that was getting lost in the sea of misery and rejection.
Her huff was joined by a roll of her eyes. “Thor is a fool, sister.” She stated with slight disgust. “He thinks a colorful box of cereal is nice to him.”
She was not wrong. He was naive, easy to manipulate. Even as a God, he could still be tricked by an average mortal.
“What even is being good?” She asked, her eyes looking at you sadly. “You were the one who taught me all I know.” She said with a small smile. But it was not a happy one. It was full of pity. For you. For what you tried to think about. “That being good is just listening to someone else’s wants, being used by others.”
Your previous conversations rushed to the front of your head. Throughout all those years, you had told her a lot of things. But you had always put a big importance on making her understand that being her own person was the greatest thing she could have in her life.
That saying ‘no’ was her right. That following her wants and needs was her right.
You still stood by it.
“Mortals always betray others.” Her words snapped you out of your thoughts. “Sooner or later, they turn on each other and show their true selves.”
Her words were drilling themselves into your brain. But you did not want to believe that. You could not imagine Natasha or Wanda being like that.
Despite their on-going feud, you knew deep inside they still hoped for friendship. They still wanted things to go back to normal.
You needed to talk to them.
It was the only way to solve this.
“This needs to stop.” Bucky stated firmly. “Our missions turn into disasters, we yell at each other instead of talking.” His irritation was clear as day as he spoke. “We can’t keep doing this, we are a team.”
Everyone sat quietly in the common area, heads hanging low as a few glances were thrown at each other here and there.
“Bucky is right, this animosity towards each other has to end.” Sam agreed, standing up and crossing his arms.
Thankfully, nobody had a different opinion about this matter. They all stayed silent.
But the silence did not stay for long when their long gone team member swooped into the place.
His hair shorter now as a bigger weapon replaced his Mjolnir.
“Hello, my beloved friends!” His deep voice boomed in the room as his wide, bright smile shone at everyone. Their shocked faces quickly turned into grins as he hugged a few people. “Has anything changed while I was gone?”
His question was met with a few groans. “Not for the better.” Steve’s words were bitter as he glanced at Natasha and Wanda.
Both women only rolled their eyes before turning to Thor. “Actually, your sister kind of joined the team.” Wanda informed him happily.
The thought of you staying with them warmed her heart. It seemed like Thor shared the sentiment when his face lit up.
“Y/n?” His excitement was impossible to contain. “Oh, she’s amazing!” His hands clasped together as both women nodded in agreement. “She will be a great addition, she has those impressive powers where she knows what you think and what someone feels!”
His wide grin did not fade away even for a second, but his words made Wanda and Nat’s faces slowly drop as they stared at him in question.
Everyone else’s attention was piqued as well.
“Wh-What do you mean?” Wanda asked, her head shaking before an uncomfortable grin spread on her lips.
“Emotion sensing, you know.” He said like it was obvious, smiling widely at everyone. “If you are sad or angry, or anything else really, she can sense it.” His hands spread, looking at everyone with bright eyes.
“It’s so cool, she can alter them too.” Several heads raised at the new information, Wanda and Nat whipping their heads to each other. “She would do it to me all the time when I was little.”
The big man laughed at the fond memories he had. Others were not that fond of what they just heard.
“She can alter them.” Wanda whispered, her eyes glossing over as she took a shuddering breath.
“No.” Nat quickly denied. “She wouldn’t.” Her head was shaking, not wanting to believe you would do something like that.
Not after agreeing to the deal.
“She would.” Steve said, his jaw clenching hard as he tried to contain his anger. “It was her all along.”
Your head was full of thoughts as you came back to the compound. They were haunting you the whole way back. Maybe you finally had an answer—or at least you leaned more to one side.
Raising your gaze from the floor, your lips spread into a wide smile upon seeing both women walking towards you. They had to finally talk it all out. They weren’t arguing.
But your mouth turned into a frown when you saw the anger written all over their features, the rage that hit you a second later almost made you nauseous.
“How could you do it?!” Wanda’s loud question made your eyes widen as they jumped between her and the redhead.
You were confused. What was she asking about? Why were her eyes filling up with tears?
“What?” You breathed out, keeping your distance as their emotions made you stay on alert.
“Don’t act dumb, Y/n.” Natasha said instead, her eyes were glossed over as well when she sniffled, blinking tears away. “God, I thought you changed.”
Her bitter laugh only puzzled you even more.
“All those missions, the arguments—” Wanda’s voice broke as she spoke.
But it was enough for you to realize what was going on. Your shoulders dropped as your mouth dropped open.
This could not be happening. Not now. Not on your last day.
“You were just playing with us.” The brunette added, letting everything out.
Your head hurt from all the distraught, disappointment, anger, and sadness. It was a lot. It was too much. Even for you.
Feeling it so intensely from both of them was overbearing.
“No, I—”
“Don’t lie!” Natasha burst out. You stayed quiet when others started coming outside, their fury directed at you. “We know about your powers, not only telekinesis and mind reading.” Her words were harsh as she took a step closer. “What else are you hiding?”
You felt terrible. All of those things you’d done, your own regret started suffocating you. Your heartbeat picked up, causing your chest to heave from the rapid breathing.
“God, you made us fight over you.” Wanda laughed, but she wasn’t amused. Her upset eyes looked into yours, hitting you like a thousand bricks. “For what?!” She asked loudly. “To make yourself feel better?”
“I didn’t mess with your emotions, only others.” You tried to defend yourself, but their stance told you they were not about to believe you.
They wouldn’t believe you with anything anymore.
“You are still as you were.” The brunette shook her head. “I can be mad only at myself for thinking you could be better.”
You felt pain in your chest at her statement. It felt like a knife was slicing your heart.
You couldn’t be better.
Only evil.
If they even thought that, it had to be true. You could never change.
You could never be good.
You only knew how to punish, how to inflict pain.
How could someone like that ever get better?
And to think you wanted to stay. You would laugh at yourself if it were not for the circumstances.
Fool’s dreams.
Hela was right. She always was.
This was not a place for you. Nowhere was.
“Nobody wants you here.” Steve gritted out as his angry eyes stared at you. “Get out of our faces.”
The sincerity of his words made it impossible for you to take another look at the two women.
You could not bear facing them, knowing his words were true.
There was only one thing left to do. Green magic engulfed your entire body, your face turned void of any emotion as you lifted yourself off the ground.
That was it.
The deal was done.
And you were as well.
Both women felt devastated—betrayed. They did not understand how you could have done it to them. How you’d played them like a toy.
Because that was how they felt. Tricked, used. Their teammates were not helping with getting rid of those feelings, only making them worse with their constant ‘I told you so’.
“I knew it was a bad idea.” Steve said, pacing back and forth with crossed arms.
His words sounded scolding as he waved his finger at both women. Bucky and Sam got caught in the fire for loosening their watch on you as well.
“She’s a bad person.” The blonde man continued, shaking his head as he kept feeding his beliefs. “She could never change, evil monsters like her are incapable of it—”
“Shut up!” Natasha shouted, getting up from her seat. “Just shut the fuck up, Steve!” Her furious eyes focused on him as anger started coursing through her veins. “She couldn’t get better because of your constant comments.”
Her finger pointed at him in rage, causing him to take a step back in shock. “She felt every little negative thing you had thought about her!” The redhead’s arms waved around like in amok.
“Nat—” Wanda tried to grab the woman’s shoulder to calm her down.
“No!” The Russian said loudly, moving her gaze to the brunette. “It’s his fault!” She gestured to Steve in fury. “He played into her dark thoughts, not giving her a chance to show she could be good.” Her teeth gritted before she clenched them harder, tears springing to her eyes. “I hope you’re happy.”
She finished bitterly before storming out of the room, leaving everyone shocked and speechless. Their eyes were going from her retreating form to Steve who stood uncomfortably in the middle of the common area.
“I will talk to her.” Wanda uttered out, getting a small nod from Bucky, before she followed the other woman.
It took five minutes to find her. The redhead was sitting on a windowsill by the gym. Her sniffles betrayed her, causing Wanda to halt for a moment as she took in Natasha’s curled-up form.
“That was something.” The brunette said jokingly, coming up to the Russian and taking a seat next to her.
Natasha scoffed loudly, wiping her nose and eyes. She did not want anyone to see her like this.
“Steve is an asshole.” Natasha mumbled out, her sniffling continued as Wanda’s mouth formed into a sad smile.
“That’s true.” The brunette agreed. “But she did those things of her own accord.” The reminder of that did not help with Natasha’s current emotions.
She was angry—raging. The amount of wrath she felt was immeasurable. And all because of you, because you were gone. Because someone dared to insult you in front of her.
She never thought she would speak like that to her teammate. But she had done that before—with Wanda.
The frustration was so consuming she could only think about defending you. There was nothing else that she cared about when she was yelling at Steve. You did not deserve to be offended like that.
“But she was doing better, I saw it.” The redhead argued with Wanda.
“I know.” The Sokovian admitted in a small voice, her head falling down in shame. “We shouldn’t have said those things to her.” Natasha winced at the memory from a few hours ago.
The hurt on your face flashing in front of her eyes again. You did not need to play with anyone’s emotions to make the team act like animals.
She could see it now. They all—including her—were letting their anger get the best of them. You were wrong for messing with them. But the team was falling apart even without your help.
Steve and Tony never got along. Putting the blame of their failed friendship on you was unfair.
“And we should’ve believed her when she said she did not mess with us.” Natasha said, slowly raising her eyes to the brunette whose head tilted in question.
“I—” Wanda knew that her friend was right.
“My recent outburst is enough to prove I just—” Her mouth opened widely as she looked outside of the window. But it closed right away when nothing came out of it.
“Love her?” Wanda asked, her face turning into sorrow, having the same feelings in her chest as the redhead.
The guilt, the regret.
And love? In three months? How could they even fall into something like that?
Natasha’s laugh was dry as she looked up at the ceiling. “Yeah.” She said shortly, her hand wiping her nose again. “I’m sorry for everything I said and did.” Wanda’s gaze raised in surprise. “It was me and only me as it seems.”
Natasha’s eyes connected with the brunette’s, the taller woman’s lips turning into a small smile.
Her nostrils flared as she took a deep breath, her fingers fiddling. “I’m sorry too.” She said sincerely before huffing out a laugh. “I acted like a teenager.”
Both of their heads lowered as they grinned to themselves. Finally, they could at least start again. Their little feud was stupid and pointless. Ruining years of friendship over something like that couldn’t be more ridiculous.
All it could’ve taken was a simple conversation.
“For what it’s worth.” Natasha started, clearing her throat as she suddenly became nervous. “I always thought you were pretty.” The redhead’s cheeks got sucked in as she tried to stop them from blushing.
Wanda, meanwhile, stared at her in shock. She knew she was pretty, but she never would’ve thought her friend could’ve been thinking like that.
Even when Wanda would sometimes find herself staring at the redhead for longer than she should’ve.
“Well.” She said, straightening her posture. “We can definitely talk about this more later.” The look on her face was enough to tell Natasha it was going to be a good talk, causing her lips to turn into a wide smile. “But now—” Wanda paused, her expression turning slightly grim as she swallowed harshly.
They couldn’t just leave you like that, let you think you were just a villain in their eyes. They wanted you as a team member, but they wanted you for themselves more.
Natasha’s eyes switched instantly, her face washing over with determination.
“We need to get her back.”
Your empty eyes stared into his terrified ones, his body shaking as he stood against the wall.
Even after a week, the women’s words kept replaying in your head like a song you wanted to turn off. You were so close to believing they were on your side.
Like a fool.
The first chance they’d gotten, they’d shown their true feelings about you. Those arguments over you, the kisses they had stolen, the things they’d done to get your attention.
In the end, it was just lust.
Your jaw clenched at the memories, shooting your hand forward and grabbing the man’s neck as your face scrunched.
“We really need to stop meeting like this.” Your grip instantly loosened as your face was overtaken by shock when you heard the familiar voice.
Letting go of the man, your head whipped to the side. They were here. Both of them. Smiles on their faces as they stared at you with that glint in their eyes.
But then, the anger came back, causing your teeth to grit. “What do you want?” The harshness of your words wiped the happiness off of their faces. “Didn’t get everything out?”
Their bodies twitched as they visibly winced from the unpleasant memory. They couldn’t make it go away or go back in time and fix it.
They could only try and convince you that you were not rejected.
“No.” Natasha said first. “We want you back.”
You scoffed, looking away as an amused laugh ripped through your throat.
“It’s true.” Wanda joined in, taking a step towards you. “We were wrong and unfair.” Her chin trembled as she pointed at herself, causing your jaw to clench again.
What made them believe they had any right to come to you now? Yes, you shouldn’t have messed with the others and sabotaged their missions.
But the way they had attacked you that day had been horrible. You couldn’t have explained yourself, they had only wished to kick you out of there.
“But, please.” The brunette’s voice begged you, getting your attention back.
“Come back with us.” Natasha pleaded as well, her eyes watering over as she stared at you with hope.
Should you? They hadn’t handled the situation the best, but you’d given them a good reason to be mad.
Your mind was torn again. You had never trusted anyone more than them—besides Hela. But this was different. They were not your family. They were just strangers who had taken a chance on you.
“We can be happy together.” Wanda said, her lips turning into a broken smile. “All three of us.” Her hand slid into Natasha’s, causing your eyes to widen slightly.
Did they—
They had to. They became a couple. And they wanted you?
Natasha’s hand extended to you as she sniffled before grinning, Wanda following suit.
“Just come home with us.”
Home?
What was home? You had never felt like you had one.
Maybe you could. Maybe now—with them.
Then you sensed it. Worry mixed with fear. It was not coming from either of them.
Your chin raised as your face went stoic.
“Are you here alone?” Your question made their eyebrows scrunch, confusion taking over their features as they glanced at each other.
It looked like a wordless conversation, their eyes widening as they moved their heads before looking back at you.
“Yes.” They said in unison.
That one word just broke everything they achieved in the last ten minutes. All the hope of trusting them again whooshed away like an autumn leaf in the wind.
Your body twitched. A bitter, sad smile broke out on your lips. Your unmoving eyes became blurry, but you would not let yourself fall apart. Not with their dishonesty being thrown in your face.
Their throats bopped as they swallowed thickly, staring at you helplessly.
“You should know better than to lie to me by now.” Your fluttering eyes did not dare to blink, sending the women one last look before letting the green cloud surround you.
And just like that, you were gone again. Their screamed out pleads fell on deaf ears as Wanda fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face while Natasha fought hers from coming out.
“Did you find anything?” Natasha asked desperately, leaning on one of the wooden, round tables.
But a shaking head was the only response she got, causing her to breathe out frustratedly.
“We won’t find her unless she wants to be found.” The brunette stated harsher than she intended.
“We can’t stop, Wanda!” Her girlfriend argued loudly, her head tilting as she sent the brunette an incredulous look.
She did not care about the people around at this flea market. All she cared about was finding you. She needed you back. They both did.
“I know! I just—” The taller woman ran her hand through her hair, her bottom lip getting trapped by her teeth. “It’s been a year and it—”
“Hurts?” Their eyes widened at each other before whipping their heads around.
Maybe it was their minds playing tricks on them. Maybe it was how badly they wanted to see you that their delusions made them see things.
But no.
It was you. The real you. Not the image in their heads they had seen every day for the past 365 days.
Your face looked tired and broken. There was almost nothing left of the cheeky, spirited woman they had known once.
Your eyes were empty as you stared at the ground, just a bit away from their feet.
“Y/n?” Natasha said finally. Her voice was soothing as she took a cautious step forward.
Wanda was still in shock as she stared at you, wishing so badly she could just run up and take in the warmth of your body.
Your shoulders raised as you took a shuddering breath, your whole body moved at the action as you blinked away the tears that started gathering in your eyes.
“I want to come home.” Your broken whisper shattered their hearts as Wanda let out a choked cry.
They did not waste any more time, quickly getting to you and embracing your body in a tight hug.
You were finally here, with them. Finally in their arms. They were finally able to take in the scent of you as their faces pushed into your neck.
Tears streamed down your cheeks, falling on their hair as you shut your eyes closed.
“You’re safe, Y/n/n.” Wanda whispered into your ear as she pressed the side of her head against yours. Her hand caressed your hair.
“You’re with us.” Natasha added, tightening her hold on you like she was scared you would vanish.
But you wouldn’t.
You came back where you belonged.
With them.
I was told to make a callout.
I added the last scene for a happy ending because my wife begged me for it.
I meant to do some kinda big post over June about being asexual and how even after all this time it still makes me feel like a weirdo and a prude, how it's hard because I love supporting my friends in everything they do but also sometimes I just really don't wanna see explicit stuff?? And how it's not a moral thing, it's a spectrum between mild interest, lack of interest, actual disinterest, and active dislike. And I never know on any given day or at any given hour where I am.
And I think about how my recent book came out and one of the biggest complaints (from the admittedly small number of reviews) have been frustration and low scores over the fact that the asexuality wasn't... I don't know, given a trigger warning or whatever?? Like people want and expect "spice" so much in their books that they get actively upset when there's a core plot reason why it's not gonna happen.
And I don't know, I don't have the energy for it anymore (or anything, lately, but that's a different kind of post). So I don't think I'll write anything coherent. But as much as I've worked on accepting myself and figuring out where my boundaries lie, it gets really easy to still feel like a fucking weirdo freak because I just like...don't want all that...stuff.
so basically my partner has decided to date 2 other people, im not dating them (infact I barely know them) and im glad he's happy but it's brought up some confusing feelings and thoughts
i know the obvious answer is to talk to him about it but he seems so so happy and his mental health seems to be getting a lot better, I also don't want to make him feel guilty as he's been constantly asking me if im sure this is okay for him to do. at first I had absolutely no problem with it but overtime i feel like I don't love him as much, I don't believe him when he says nice things to me or when he tells me he loves me, i don't feel jealous of any sorts.. i just feel kind of left out? its not the exact same thing I'm feeling but it's the closest I can get.. whenever he mentions them I just get overwhelmed with dread, like this morning he called me hun and i just felt nothing.. I still love him and I really don't want to break up with him :c
anyways sorry for rambling and sorry if none of this made that much sense
When a youtuber i watch mentions being bi for longer than a minute i get uncomfortable and when i listen to songs about guys liking guys it makes me feel awkward or wrong :/
I'm 90% sure i'm not homophobic or anything, people can love whatever gender they want and there's nothing wrong with that but it feels taboo or strange sometimes and that sucks. Maybe it's hetero-normativity?
Maybe it's the fear that i'm fetishizing them so i subcontiously did a 360 and ended up being weirded out by them instead? Sometimes i get angry and jelous but sometimes it's like this discomfort and anger, same thing with lesbians sometimes..
I better not be homophobic without knowing it or smth. I'm tired of all this mind fuckery for this year :')
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Zeke sprinted toward the police station, his heart pounding. But as he reached the door he stopped.
What are you doing?
His hand trembled as it gripped the doorknob.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Part of me wants to cut you up and serve you on a nice shiny plater…”
He cringed, recalling Tina’s chilling words.
“But another part of me also want to be the one who gets to eat you… Devour your entire being, limb by limb.” She cradled his face gently, her hands were so soft. “I want to eat all of you.” she had giggled, the sound somehow more terrifying than comforting.
This was wrong. So very, very wrong.
Zeke finally stepped inside, forcing himself to find some confidence.
“You scraped your knee,” he remembered how she had gently cradled his leg.
He wandered deeper into the station, eyes scanning for the least occupied officer. He spotted one near the coffee machine. Bingo!
Tina had leaned down and dragged her tongue along the cut. Zeke’s eyes had nearly bulged from his skull, watching her savor every drop.
She had smiled at him, her teeth faintly stained with blood.
“I knew it. I knew you’d taste delicious,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him and leaning in slowly. “Zeke…”
“Hey kid, you alright?” a police officer asked, snapping him out of the memory.
“Me? Yes! I—uh—wow.” He looks around nervously. “This isn’t the 99 cents store! Looks like I wondered into the wrong buildin’, haha!” he said with an unconvincing laugh.
The officer raised an eyebrow as Zeke stiffly walked away and out the station.
He shuffled down the street, eventually sitting on the sidewalk with a heavy sigh. The sky above was clear and blue. He remebered Tina. He groaned and rubbed his face.
