#milf!wanda

It was the weekend of Billy and Tommy's birthday, and the three of you decided to travel home to Westview to celebrate the occasion in their childhood home instead of in the small apartment you shared as roommates.

As soon as you drive past the welcome sign at the edge of the small town, you can feel a weight lift off your shoulders. Although you generally enjoy the life as of a college student, nothing feels as good as being in a familiar environment that makes you forget about all your responsibilities.

You especially like being at the Maximoffs' house. It is bright and colorful and so full of love that in the first few years of your friendship, it made you envious of the twins' lives. Nowadays, you realize love like that can come from many places, not just your family, but for a child, it was pretty hard to accept at first.

You smile as you watch Billy and Tommy reenact one of their many college stories to their mother, Wanda Maximoff. Her short blonde hair shines almost golden in the light of the afternoon sun and you can't tear your eyes from the small laugh lines around her mouth, a mouth that you have thought about kissing so many times.

Your crush first started somewhere in high school after visiting the house for the first time. Initially, it was hard to grasp what made you so drawn to her. You assumed that you merely wanted to be her when you were younger, that you aspired to be so beautiful and put-together when you grew older, but eventually, you realized that your feelings for her went well beyond that.

A hand brushes over your shoulder, its weight heavy with tenderness. The warmth of her palm seeps through to your skin, lacing your bloodstream with honey and causing goosebumps to spread across your body.

"What about you?" Wanda asks, her perfume covering you in a cloud of familiarity. "How have you been adjusting to your new place?"

She has a checkered kitchen towel in one of the front pockets of her burgundy slacks and a matching striped long-sleeve shirt is tucked into the waistband. She's always had a great sense of fashion, but ever since she got divorced from her husband, she's been bolder with her color choices and her outfits highlight the curves of her body much better. Sometimes you wonder if she's been sent from hell to torment you for sins you committed in your past life. Realizing that you stared too long, you shake your head slightly and force your eyes away from her.

You shrug and fidget with the table runner. “It’s been an adjustment.”

In all truth, you prefer living with the boys, even though they are loud and messy, especially because Wanda sends over care packages every now and then for the three of you with handwritten notes, and you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t improve your mood immensely when you get to read them while eating her famous chocolate chip cookies.

"Tell me if they trouble you too much and I will have a word with them," she says, winking playfully before turning to get a pitcher of homemade lemonade from the fridge.

"Hey!" Billy gasps, placing a hand on his chest in mocked offense. "What makes you think we're causing trouble? Maybe she's the mischievous one; will you have a word with her too if that's the case?"

Scoffing, Wanda rolls her eyes. "Yes, I'm sure she's the main character of all of your stories." She reaches for three glasses and meets your eyes over her shoulder. "However, yes, if I should ever catch her being bad, I'll make sure she gets punished accordingly."

Your mind fills with every possible scenario of how Wanda could punish you, starting with her bending you over the kitchen counter and using that towel for some less appropriate things. Clenching your jaw, you ignore the burning in your cheeks and refocus your intention on the very exciting task of counting how many stitches were used to make this beautiful table runner.

Tommy sits next to you at the counter, checking his watch quickly and frowning at his mother. "Not to be rude, but aren't you supposed to be gone already?"

Wanda shakes her head in disbelief, and you too look at the boy next to you with an open mouth. "Should I be offended by your desire to get rid of me?" Tommy, trying to backpaddle, stumbles over his words before his mother ends his torture. “Don’t worry, I’m about to head over to Agnes’ and later I’m going out for dinner.”

Your mouth flies shut and the corners of your lips turn into a sullen frown. That's not how you imagined the evening to go. You were excited to talk with Wanda a little and see what she's been up to ever since the boys moved out.

"Oh," you breathe, brows furrowed, "so you won't be here tonight?"

Wanda laughs, filling up a glass with ice cubes and lemonade. "No, sweetheart, I'm a little too old to party with a bunch of twenty-somethings."

Your head whips around to look at the twins. "Didn't you say tonight will be a casual thing?"

"Well," Billy chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his head.

"Surprise," Tommy sings, waving his hands on either side of him. "Change of plans."

You punch Tommy when Wanda turns around for a second, and he yelps while rubbing his now sore arm. It's their birthday, so obviously you don't mind if they want to celebrate it big, but they should've warned you. Now you can't help the sinking feeling in your stomach at the realization that you won't see much of the blonde this weekend.

"So, what will you be doing tonight?" you ask casually, sipping on the homemade lemonade she just placed in front of you.

"She has a date," Billy responds, wiggling his eyebrows. "She met him at the farmer's market a few days ago, and of course, the guy asked her out right then and there with a bunch of kale in his arms."

Wanda sighs slightly annoyed, and your heart sinks. She didn't mention that she'll sleep at Agnes' place afterward or will come home, does this mean she is planning on staying at this guy's place?

"It's nothing serious," she says dismissively, moving to the living room to grab her purse. "Agens' thinks it will be good for me."

"We agree," Tommy says, twisting on the barstool to look at his mother, "and I'm not just saying that because you allowed us to throw a party."

She presses her lips into a thin line and narrows her eyes at her sons who smile a little too sweetly at her. "Sure, just don't destroy the house, please."

Billy and Tommy salute, but you still sit at the counter with a sour expression on your face, and perhaps your taint has turned a little green with jealousy.

Sighing, Wanda walks over to the three of us, pressing a kiss on each of her sons' cheeks before stepping towards you and doing the same on your cheek. "Try to have some fun too tonight."

Her shampoo smells of apples and you stop yourself from turning your head and nuzzling your face in her hair. Instead, you whisper a meager 'you too'.

The preparations for the party happen quickly. As always, the twins bought too much alcohol and too many snacks, and you feel drained before the first few people begin to arrive. All you can think about is Wanda looking as beautiful as she did on a date with some ugly guy. Okay, to be fair, you've never seen him, so maybe he is not ugly, but still. Her beauty is wasted on a man who can't appreciate her.

You sit in the living room on the big comfortable sofa surrounded by a bunch of people you have met only in passing and somehow you couldn't feel more alone and bored. Rubbing your eyes with the balls of your hands, you sigh and ignore the fact that you're probably completely smudging your makeup right now.

"There is a redhead opposite you who hasn't been able to tear her eyes away from you," Billy says, leaning over the back of the couch and practically yelling in your ear.

"Perfect," you mumble, getting to your feet and doing the exact opposite of what you should be doing, crawling into bed and ending this night already.

Billy is right, the girl immediately straightens her spine when she sees you come up to her and ask her to dance with you. She's easy enough to make you forget about the blonde that you truly desire, at least for a little while.

The redhead, you have already forgotten her name if she even mentioned it to you in the first place, moves against you in sync with the music, fingers tangling in your hair. You try to enjoy this, but all you can think about is that you don't think Wanda's body would feel like this against you. You throw your head back and stare at the ceiling, wondering why the hell you didn't leave when you still had the chance. You're not in the mood for this, for this girl, which is crazy because she is beautiful and you promised yourself a long time ago to stop dreaming about having a chance with a woman who could be your mother.

Nibbling on your earlobe, she leans even closer to ask, “Do you want to get out of here?”

Closing your eyes, you feel your shoulders droop. You feel so tired all of a sudden, your social battery fully depleted. You should just pull her out of the room, perhaps into the pantry next to the kitchen, and fuck her to get these ridiculous thoughts out of your head, but when you open your mouth to tell her what you want, you freeze and can only shake your head before spin on your heels and disappear upstairs with a half-hearted apology.

You could kick yourself for being such an idiot, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and you've spent too many nights forcing yourself to sleep with a woman that you didn't really want only to lie underneath them and imagine another woman on top of you.

You exhale angrily, muttering angry curses under your breath as you find yourself in front of a familiar bedroom door. You swallow, hand floating mere inches away from the doorknob. You promised yourself not to come up here anymore. Wanda is out of your reach, she has always been. Reminding yourself of what you cannot have, isn't helpful to your mental health.

Ignoring any sense and reason, you twist the knob quickly, inviting yourself into a room that should have never seen, to begin with, but for some reason you know exactly where Wanda keeps her clothes and makeup, her perfume, and even her vibrator. It's not as creepy as it sounds, really. Billy and Tommy used to host lots of parties in high school when their parents would try to mend their broken relationship on weekend getaways and romantic trips. You never really liked partying much, so you found yourself hiding up here and, yes, perhaps this part is a little weird, snooping into the life of a family that had seemed so utterly perfect to you that it seemed unreal.

You inhale deeply. Every nook and cranny of this room smells like Wanda. For the longest time, it used to smell more like Vision, but now there is just the sweetness of her perfume that fills the small room. It seems bigger now without all the stuff her ex-husband used to keep in her. You wonder if Wanda ever gets lonely in this big house without a man, nor children to keep her company.

Your fingers dance over her pristine bedsheets, her bed is always made and looks like she never sleeps in it, a thing her sons could note of for their own bedrooms. You move towards her dresser and watch yourself in the mirror that hangs above. You hardly recognize yourself in the too-tight dress and the glittery makeup, but you don't really have a choice. You didn't want to stick out of the party like a sore thumb, especially when it's in celebration of your best friends' birthday.

Averting your gaze, you stare at the golden handles of the dresser. You really shouldn't look inside, but you're curious if Wanda has changed how she organizes her clothes. Pulling open the drawer, you bite your bottom lip harshly, sharp canines digging into tender flesh until the pain becomes too much to handle.

The answer is no, she still keeps her lingerie in the top drawer on the left. You open the one on the right and hum when you spot her nightgowns. You would honestly sell your soul to the devil to see her in one of the negligees she has so many of.

Your hand reaches for a dark blue one, and the silk of her nightgown slips from your fingers like water. Quickly, your mind wanders to places you shouldn't think about, but god, why does staying away have to be so hard? The thought of seeing the swell of her breasts and the curves of her hips in silk makes you want to do unspeakable things to Wanda. Clearing your throat, you push the drawer shut quickly, almost crushing your fingers in the process.

Moving even further into the room, you let your eyes dart from one place to another, and when you finally reach her bedside table and turn on the small lamp that's on it, you let yourself pretend to live in a world where this your bedroom too and Wanda is your girlfriend, or wife, or fuck, even just your affair. Any outcome where you get to be with her, cherish and kiss her, is better than the current one.

You stop fantasizing about her when you spot lacey red fabric carelessly tossed over the armchair in the opposite corner. With quick strides, you cross the room and pick the bodysuit up. You watch as the fabric casts faint shadows against the wall and rub the fabric between the tips of your fingers. Did she plan on wearing this tonight and decided against it at the last minute?

Your fingers tighten into a fist around the fabric and you walk backward towards her bed until you can feel the back of your knees brush against the mattress. You lie down with a sigh, one hand traveling up your thighs, fingertips teasingly scraping the smooth skin on the inside.

With closed eyes, you continue your fantasy from earlier, allowing your fingers to creep up higher while your other hand clenches the fabric tightly. Soon, the only thing you can focus on is your soft breathing and eager movements of your hand.

Wanda tries to ignore the horde of drunken college students as she squeezes past dancing girls, but in the back of her mind, she keeps worrying about the new vase she bought last week. She shakes her head firmly. Wanda is the one who allowed the twins to throw a big party for their birthday, so she is the one who will have to live with the consequences in the morning.

She curls her fingers around the wooden banister with a sigh, ignoring the pounding in her ears from the music her sons have chosen to blast for the entire town to hear. It isn't too bad, honestly, she's just in a bad mood.

Her date went terribly, as expected, but somehow tonight's outcomes have frustrated her more than usual. Maybe because you are in town and she hoped to keep her mind off you for a few hours. Right now she just wants to relax in her bathtub and forget this whole evening even happened. Perhaps she will grab her trusted rabbit from its hiding spot and release some pent-up tension. She bets you don't have to rely on such measures, she's sure you already found someone to spend the night with. She stops in her tracks, shocked by her own thoughts. She doubts you're someone who would sleep with random people at a party like this. Wanda is just moody and feels the urge to lash out at everything and everyone.

Still upset over her own thoughts, she pushes her bedroom door open, unaware of the muffled moans that came from it. She freezes in the center of her doorway when she notices you on her bed, dress' skirt hiked up all the way to your waist and underwear pushed aside. Wanda watches as your fingers move in circles over your clit and your other hand claps her red lingerie in your hands like your life depends on it.

She can feel her heartbeat in every part of her body and she can't tear her eyes away from the sight in front of her, no matter how many times the little voice in her head tells her to turn around and close the door. After all, this isn't something she should be looking at, even though it's the most turned on Wanda has been in years.

Shiting from one leg to the other, Wanda brushes against the door with her shoulder, forcing it to open a few more centimeters, and ultimately, causing the hinges to squeak. Internally, the blonde uses every curse word in the dictionary when half-hooded eyes dart to the doorway, widening comically at the sight in front of them. Yelping, you tumble out of the bed and pull the hem of your dress as far as it can go.

Scrambling to a somewhat suitable position, you stand opposite of each other, only an arm’s length separating you. Your chest lifts with rapid breaths as you watch Wanda’s lips part, but you can hear nothing except the ringing in your ears. Where did you drop her bodysuit? How much did Wanda see? What's wrong with you?

Wanda caught you masturbating in her bed. Wanda Maximoff caught you fantasizing about getting fucked by her in her bedroom. Your eyes dart to the discarded underwear on her bed and your guts twist painfully. Tears well up in your eyes, the embarrassment of your actions becoming too much to handle, but you chew on the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from crying. The last thing you want to do right now is be more vulnerable in front of her. Your mind races with apologies and possible escape routes. However, the only plausible exit is blocked by the blonde, but frankly speaking, in your current situation, throwing yourself out of the window doesn’t sound so bad either.

She says your name again more firmly, snapping you out of your stupor. With an outstretched hand, Wanda takes a step towards you, and although you attempt to avoid her by stepping aside and reaching for the door, she catches you by the arm and pulls you back towards her. You struggle in her grasp, but Wanda is surprisingly strong. She won't let you leave this easy, she can't now. She needs some sort of release, even if it's just from relishing in your humiliation.

"You've been a guest of this household for how long?" She presses you against her dresser, every curve of her body flush against yours. "I would like to think you know the rules by now."

Her bedroom is off limits, that's what she's been telling her boys all their lives, and their guests. It's a simple matter of privacy she likes to keep.

"You weren't supposed to be here," you whisper, face red with mortification and the remainder of your arousal.

She raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at your response and clicks her tongue. “I don’t think that’s what people normally say when they break rules. I’m honestly disappointed, [Y/N]. I always thought you were such a good influence on my boys, but perhaps I was wrong.”

“I’m sorry, Wanda,” you croak past the boulder in your throat. “I’m a good girl, I swear.”

Two simple words can make Wanda's head spin with endless scenarios, is she really that easily impressed?

“A good girl, huh?” she hums with a sly smile.

“I meant influence, I’m a good influence.”

Her smile broadens. “Yes, I’m sure that’s what you meant, sweetheart.”

She studies your outfit, leaving a burning trail behind. It’s skin tight and skimpy, something she would’ve never expected you to wear, but at the same time, it suits you so well that she can’t imagine you in anything else now.

“Tell me what you were thinking about,” she says, eyes still trained on your outfit while she imagines what you are wearing underneath.

You shake your head, surprised by her request. There is no way in hell you will tell her about your fantasy. Unfortunately, Wanda knows exactly which buttons to push to get her desired answer.

Looking over her shoulder, she nods towards the red lingerie on her bed. “Would you like to know what color I’m wearing right now?”

You draw in a sharp breath, eyes darting to the few open buttons on her blouse. You raise your brows, realizing that Wanda must've gotten changed at Agnes' before going on her date. It's not that late yet, you notice, why is she back already? Are you a bad person for hoping her date went terribly?

She takes a few steps back, playing with a button. “Then answer my question.”

This time you don't hesitate. “You, I was thinking about you.”

“I would hope so,” Wanda scoffs, rolling her eyes. “After all, it’s my underwear you were clinging on to when I caught you.”

You whine, bottom lip pushed into a pout, and at that action, Wanda has to clench her thighs to offer herself some form of release. She almost feels guilty for making you expose yourself like that, but she has a feeling that you secretly enjoy it.

She pops open a button, hoping to coax an actual answer from you. Slender fingers push the fabric of her blouse further apart, revealing the delicate skin of her collarbone. The tips of her fingers are cold as they dance over the thin skin up to her throat.

Your pupils are wide with need and you wonder if someone spiked your soda with alcohol, or maybe you fell asleep and are dreaming because there is simply no reality where this could be real.

“I was thinking about you in that underwear with nothing else to cover you.” You swallow, mouth dry. “I imagined how you’d wait for me with your legs spread wide open after a long day of work. You’d ask me to make you come as soon as I step through the threshold.” The wetness between your legs returns and you wish you had been able to finish before she walked in. “I think you’d be bossy and demanding with your hand in my hair and your hips unable to hold still, and when you’d come, it would be high-pitched with my name on the tip of your tongue.”

You cut yourself short, keeping the last part to yourself. Your wishes to be held and cared for afterward are too vulnerable to share with anyone but yourself.

With her lips parted and fingers still, Wanda stares at you with more desire than you can handle. A shiver runs down your spine and your tongue darts out to wet your lips. To you, it seems like she didn't like what you just told her, or maybe you're overthinking too much again.

Pressing your chin against your chest, you stare at your feet. “I’m sorry if it was too much.”

Wanda doesn’t respond, the room remains quiet, and you can’t bring yourself to look at her. You're an idiot. You should've never come up here. You should've known better. Digging your nails into your palms, you hope that it will wake you up from this terrible nightmare.

Wanda’s legs appear in your vision and two fingers grasp your chin, forcing your eyes to meet hers. “May I kiss you?”

Your heart jumps in your chest. “You don’t have to do that, Wanda.”

She ignores your remark and leans closer to you. You can smell wine and something sweeter on her breath and your head buzzing at the thought of getting to taste her.

Her lips brush against yours as she asks, “did you drink anything?”

You shake your head.

“I need a verbal answer, baby.”

“No, I didn’t drink alcohol.”

“Good.” Her breath is hot and you refrain yourself from closing the gap between your lips. “Do you want this?”

“Yes, mor–“ Before you can finish, your breath is taken away by Wanda’s mouth on yours.

Her hand glides from your chin, over your chest to your hips, pulling you closer against her. She tastes like chocolate and you never want this kiss to end.

You moan when her tongue pushes past your lips and explores your mouth. Her fingers drop from your waist and you can feel them brush over your naked thigh, and yes, yes, yes, you silently plead for her to touch more of your body.

You are pulling and tugging on Wanda's clothes, unbuttoning the remaining buttons on her shirt clumsily while her fingers continue to trace lazy patterns on your thighs. Before you can remove her blouse fully, Wanda grabs your hips firmly and nudges you against the dresser, the wood slams against the wall and you gasp.

She doesn't say anything, simply studies your wide, glistening eyes and swollen pink lips. Eventually, she uses her hold on your hips to spin you around. Her pelvis instantly presses against your ass, keeping you in place while her hands come down on either side of the dresser.

"Look at you," she mutters right next to your ear, her chin resting on your shoulder. "So beautiful, so fuckable."

You laugh shyly, eyes everywhere but your reflection. "No, I'm not."

Wanda growls, clearly displeased by your reply. "Yes, you are, don't argue with me."

Quickly and with no room for backtalk, she reaches for the hem of your dress and pulls it over your head, tossing it onto the nearby armchair.

She watches as your breasts bounce back into place after you drop your arms back down, and she loves how red your cheeks turn. Her arm circles your waist and she lets her fingers trail over your collarbone, to the valley between your breasts, past your belly button all the way to the waistband of your panties, which she passes to the spot between your legs. You moan when she presses the pads of her index and middle finger over the sensitive bundle of nerves and begins to rub you through your panties, never moving her sight away from you.

Wanda is grateful for the godawful music that's playing in the background because nothing could've prepared her for how vocal you are. Not that she's complaining, she likes to hear how willing and desperate you are. Your hips begin moving on their own accord, thrusting back and forth along with Wanda's movement. She watches as a sheen layer of sweat begins to shine on your body in the low light of the room and your eyes close in pleasure before she removes her fingers without warning, leaving you hot and bothered.

"Don't stop," you nearly sob, frustrated by how close you were to your orgasm for the second time that night.

"In the bed," she says, stepping away from you and finally dropping her blouse. "I want to make you come comfortably."

As she walks back to her bed, she unbuttons her pants and discards them on the floor. She stands in the center of the room, waiting for you expectantly, and you can't take your eyes off her.

"Baby, get in the bed."

You nod, following her demand dumbly with your mouth still hanging open. Wanda smiles at how good you're being for her and she can barely contain the giddiness that's been building up inside her.

Once you're seated with your legs stretched out in front of you, Wanda climbs onto your lap, and you sigh at the mere sensation of her weight on top of you. She could get used to this kind of reaction from her partner.

"Fuck," you groan, thumbs brushing against the light blue fabric of her slip. "You are so much more beautiful than I imagined."

Sitting up, you kiss her, drowning any possible doubts in affection. Your hands explore the skin of her thighs and stomach and you relish in the warmth of her body against yours. You travel higher until you touch the lace of her bra.

"Can I remove it?" you whisper softly, a little shy about the question and scared of rejection, but Wanda nods more than eagerly.

Circling her torso with your arms, you press a kiss against the spot between her breasts as you open the clasp on her back. Wanda sighs, her nails massaging your scalp and her lips pressed against your forehead. You place kisses in a straight line up to her chin while your fingers push the bra straps off her shoulders. Once her arms are free, you toss the fabric far away and lean in for a kiss.

When you cup her breast and play with her nipple, Wanda moans into your mouth, tightening her hold on your hair and urging you away from her lips and towards her chest. Without hesitation, you follow her silent command, covering her pale pink nipple with your mouth and teasing it with your tongue.

She whimpers your name. You have barely touched her and she's already close to falling apart for you. Wanda can't for the life of her remember the last time anyone had made her feel like this, certainly, Vision didn't live up to the expectation and there wasn't really anyone before that. Feeling you nibbling on the sensitive nub, she screws her eyes shut and bites your shoulder to keep herself from making too much noise.

You wrap your arms around her waist and keep her pinned against you as she arches into your touch. Wanda nudges your shoulders and you reluctantly remove your mouth.

"Lie down," she orders, her voice raspy with desire.

She leans forward and engulfs you in another kiss, one more eager and aggressive than the past ones. Her teeth are biting down your bottom lip and she sucks on it until you can feel it become heavy with blood. She roams over your body, never quite touching you in the places you want her to.

"So impatient," she mumbles into your ear, her chest barely brushing against yours. "I must say I quite enjoy testing how long you can go without me touching you."

Frustrated with her teasing, your hand comes down on her ass without thinking. The sound rings in the room long after your hand comes down, mixing with Wanda's surprised moan.

"You don't get to spank me unless I ask you to, understood?" When you don't respond, she grabs your cheeks between her fingers, pressing your lips into a pout. "I asked you a question."

You nod, but you're unable to wipe the glare off your face, much to Wanda's displeasure. Grabbing either of your wrists, she forces them above your head and keeps them there. "Don't make me tie you up on our first night together, brat."

A deep cleft forms between your brows and her features instantly soften, realizing that, perhaps, she is being a little cruel to you. She releases your cheek and leans down, peppering your face with soft kisses until she can feel your muscles pull into a smile. Her lips move down to your neck, kissing and sucking, leaving marks for you to remember the night by. She doesn't stop until she has to shift her whole body so that she can kiss your chest. Her blonde hair tickles your hyper-sensitive skin and you have to suppress a giggle.

Her still-clothed clit is applying pressure to yours and you can feel how wet her underwear is. Her core is so hot that it might as well be scorching your skin, and it's all you can focus on. Wanda purposely jerks her hip forward just as her tongue darts out to trace your nipple, eliciting a loud moan of approval from you.

She does the same movement two more times until she finally takes you into her mouth and sucks. Her hips have found an even rhythm as she continues to grind against you, and while the feeling is already more than enough to have you on edge, you are desperate to feel all of her.

You tug on her underwear, two fingers hooked into the waistband on either side. "Please, I need more."

Wanda slides off you, slipping your underwear down your legs first, mouth watering at the sight of the fine trail of pubic hair that covers you, but despite her desire to lick, she chooses to continue where she left off. She gets on her knees and removes her panties too before resuming her previous position.

"Better?" she asks, rubbing against you in circles.

You whimper in response, fingernails digging into her hips as you encourage her to increase her speed. You know she'd prefer to hear you say it, but you doubt you can form coherent words right now.

Wanda leans forward, resting most of her upper body weight on her hands. She kisses your lips, never pausing her movements, swallowing every sound you're willing to give her. Her tongue traces over your lips and she stores the memory of your taste and sound in the deepest parts of her mind, to use at a later time when she feels the need to.

A tight knot begins forming in the pit of your stomach when Wanda hides her face in the crook of your neck and moans right next to your ear. Your hips collide with each move and although you know you can't keep yourself from coming any longer, you wish for this night to never end.

Just before your climax, you become quieter, your moans almost ceasing to exist entirely, indicating to Wanda that you're close. She draws back from you, sitting up and locking eyes with you, so she can watch you become undone underneath her. With one hand on Wanda's thigh and the other curled in her sheats, you beg her not to stop.

Your stomach muscles tighten and you arch your back as a wave of intense pleasure crashes over you. Despite your instinct to close your eyes, you force yourself to keep them open to let Wanda watch. For the first time, you're certain that you understand what people say when they talk about seeing stars and hearing ringing in their ears.

She lets you ride out your orgasms, but when she feels you relax into her sheets again, she lifts her hips off you and lies down next to you.

"Wait, Wanda," you mumble with heavy eyes. "I want to–"

She shushes you, pressing her index finger against her lips. "Come here, sweetheart."

The Maximoffs. Wanda, the matriarch, is a good friend of your mothers. They just moved to town a few years ago, but have made quite an impression in the town. Her husband travels for work, so Wanda is often found alone at the church service while her twin boys are in class for the children.  

You wonder how a man could ever leave a woman like that alone. She is definitely the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Some part of you has been attracted to her since you first laid eyes on her.  

Wanda gets on the bus and sits a few seats from you. She gives you a small wave. You put in your headphones to try and drown out the world. The drive only lasts a few hours and soon you’re at the retreat.  

You check in and get your room key. It doesn’t take long to figure out that you will have a roommate when you open the door and see there are two beds. You're praying it’s not one of the older ladies or someone in your peer group who you can’t stand.  

The prayer is answered when the door latch opens and none other than the one and only Wanda Maximoff walks in.  

“Well, hi y/n!” She says. “I didn’t know we were roommates.”  

“Hey Mrs. Maximoff. I didn’t either.”  

“Oh please call me Wanda. This weekend we are peers, sweetheart,” she says.  

She puts her bags on the bed next to the window. Sitting on the bed, she looks around the room. Wanda spots an itinerary on the bedside table.  

“Looks like a busy weekend,” she analyzes. “We should get going to the first session.”  

“Oh, I was thinking I would just rest tonight,” you reply.  

“Nonsense, y/n,” Wanda says. “You came all this way. You might as well try and enjoy it. I know you aren’t feeling the spirit these days, but let me try and do something about that, okay?”  

Your pulse quickens. How can she see right through you? Maybe she’s just being nice. Or maybe it’s worse and your mother asked her to look out for you this weekend.  

She stands and waits for you to join her. You sigh and follow Wanda out the door.  

The first session goes better than you thought it would. At least the food was good and the middling company was made a little better by Wanda’s presence.  

When you get back to the room, it is freezing cold in there. You notice Wanda shivering even in her sweatshirt and sweatpants she has on for bed. Still, you both try to go to sleep for the night.  

At some point though, you get a feeling someone is watching you while you sleep. Or more accurately, as you try to sleep in the arctic environment. Your eyes flutter open to see Wanda sitting up in her bed.  

“What time is it?” You ask her.  

“Early,” Wanda replies. Her voice is gravely, and if you think about it too much you might even be turned on by it.  

“Are you cold?”  

She nods. “The heat isn’t working. I tried, but can’t fix it.”  

You roll out of bed and walk to the thermostat on the wall. Wanda follows you and stands close behind you. You can hear her breathing as you investigate the issue.  

“Can you fix it?” She asks.  

“Unfortunately, I cannot,” you reply. Wanda sighs.  

You turn around and Wanda is still very close to you.  

“We have one option here,” she begins. “To sleep together.”  

“Oh,” you mumble. “We- um-”  

“We could snuggle and then our body heat will keep us warmer,” Wanda further explains. “What do you say?”  

“Okay.”  

“Okay,” Wanda says.  

She leads the way to your bed hoping since it’s the one away from the window it’ll be a little bit warmer. Wanda crawls into the bed and pulls the covers down. She waits for you to join her. You get into the bed cautiously, keeping a little distance between you two.  

“Come on closer, baby. I don’t bite,” Wanda says. She grins at herself.  

You get closer to her and she wraps an arm around your waist. You drape one of your arms across the pillow and she positions herself with her head between your neck and shoulder. Admittedly, it is warmer with the two of you snuggling together.  

Eventually, you both fall into a deep sleep and the snuggling becomes more relaxed. It feels natural when the two of you wake up in the morning still intertwined.  

“Good morning,” you say softly, trying not to get lost in her green eyes.  

“Good morning,” Wanda says. Her face is close to yours. You can practically see every detail of her perfect face. “We should get ready for the day.”  

“Right,” you say, breaking out of your trance. “Of course.”  

You two break apart and you miss her warmth already. When you two show up at breakfast, several people are already in the room.  

“Wanda! Y/n! Join our table!” The leader of the women’s group calls you both over. “How did you two sleep?”  

“Quite well,” Wanda replies. “It was cold, but we made do.”  

“Oh, we can have someone look at your heat,” the leader replies.  

“Thanks that would be-” you start, but are interrupted.  

“That’s alright,” Wanda says, placing a hand on your forearm. “We are okay.”  

It's a strange response, but you try not to read into it. She probably just doesn’t want to cause any trouble. The breakfast lecturer starts soon and your attention shifts.  

At the end of the day, you and Wanda find yourselves sitting in your room once again. Dinner isn’t for another hour, so you are just waiting around.  

“Should we work on our exercises?” Wanda asks, breaking the silence.  

“What?”  

“The vulnerability exercises we talked about today in the final session,” Wanda explains.  

“Oh, sure.”  

Wanda smiles. She sits on the edge of her bed and pats the spot next to her.  

“I’ll go first,” she says. 

“Remind me of the rules,” you ask.  

“We reveal something to each other that no one else knows. So that we can release it and let the weight go.”  

You nod. You have no idea what Wanda might say. Her life seems perfect.  

“Vision left me,” Wanda blurts out quickly.  

“What?” You ask in shock. “Wanda, I- what happened?”  

You hadn’t seen them interact much, but you never assumed that he wasn’t still in the picture. Just that he had been traveling.  

Wanda looks down, playing with the ring on her finger. You can tell she’s holding back tears.  

“Wanda, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain. I'm really sorry.”  

“No, it might help if I do,” Wanda says. “Things just got bad. They went from okay, to maybe not so good, to fuck we’re over.”  

Your eyes go wide. Never have you ever heard Wanda curse like that.  

“How long ago was it over?”  

“A few months,” Wanda says.  

“And you haven’t told anyone?”  

She shakes her head. “I just keep saying he’s away on business. The truth is he hasn’t touched me in almost a year.”  

“So, that snuggling we did last night was?” 

“The first time I’ve remotely been that close to someone in a year.”  

“Jesus,” you mumble. She doesn’t even scold you for using the Lord’s name in vain. “Can I hug you?”  

You figure she needs human connection now more than ever. She nods and you take Wanda in your arms. She melts against you. Tears fall down her face and soak into your shirt.  

“It’s okay,” you whisper softly to her. “You’re okay, Wanda.”  

“I’m not,” she says through sobs.  

“You will be,” you reply. “I’m here for you. My parents are here for you. All of these stupid, annoying women here are on your side too, okay? We won’t let you fall.”  

Wanda pulls away some and looks at you. You run your hand through her hair and brush your thumb against her cheek gently. She leans in just enough for you to know what’s about to happen.  

“Wanda,” you say. She keeps moving forward. “Mrs. Maximoff.”  

That makes her stop. She looks at you with confusion in her eyes.  

“I just want you. Do you not want me, baby?” Wanda asks.  

“Oh, of course I want you. I just haven’t done the exercise yet.”  

“Oh?”  

You take your other hand and pull her closer by her hip. Your lips are almost touching.  

“My secret is that I really, really want to kiss you right now and fuck you until you forget about your loser ex-husband who never deserved you in the first place,” you say.  

Wanda closes the gap between the two of you. Her lips move fervently against yours. You can tell she’s desperate.  

“When’s the last time he kissed you like this?” You ask between kisses.  

“Never,” she replies.  

You smile into her mouth and move to push her back onto the bed. Her legs wrap around your waist as you pin her arms above her head.  

“Fuck, Wanda, you are the most beautiful woman alive,” you tell her.  

“We shouldn’t do this,” she says. It's her final effort at not letting herself feel as good as he deserves to feel. You move your hands off of her just briefly.  

“We should do this, but I'll stop if you really don’t want this,” you tell her.  

“No, I- we just can’t tell anyone, okay?”  

“Yes ma’am.”  

You put your hands back on her. This time, you go straight for the buttons of her jeans. You kiss down her chest and around her belly. Deftly, you pull down her pants and panties in one fell swoop.  

Wanda shivers beneath the feeling of your wet lips against her hips and as you brush your nose lightly against her core.  

“Oh, god, y/n,” she whimpers.  

“So wet for me, Wanda,” you say. You dive into her core with your tongue. Her folds are intoxicating as you bring her more pleasure than she’s ever felt in her life.  

“I need you,” Wanda says. “Please, baby. Please!”  

You take Wanda’s clit in your mouth and move your fingers into her in tandem. She is writhing beneath your touch.  

“Come for me, Mrs. Maximoff,” you say as you feel her reaching her climax.  

“Fuck!” Wanda comes hard against you.  

You lick her as she comes down and move up her body slowly. You lie next to her and kiss her cheek softly. The juxtaposition of that soft kiss and what you were just doing between her legs makes her heart flutter.  

“Are you okay?” You ask her. She is staring at the ceiling.  

“Yes,” she replies. “Thank you for everything.”  

“Anytime Wanda,” you say. You ignore the ache between your legs, knowing Wanda needs time to process this. “Should we go to dinner?”  

“Oh, I guess so,” she says.  

You sit up, but Wanda grabs your arm before you can stand.  

“I want to fuck you later, okay?” Wanda says. “I just-”  

“Need a minute,” you finish for her.  

“Yeah. Thanks for understanding, sweetheart. It’ll be worth the wait I promise.”  

Wanda kisses you deeply before she gets off the bed to get cleaned up. You watch as she walks with a new bounce in her step that she didn’t have before.  

As you put your cutlery down and sipped on your juice (you weren’t allowed wine because apparently it wasn’t suitable for your innocent mind), Wanda shifted her chair back slightly, leaving a gap between her knees and the table. You watched curiously.

“Honey, come and kneel for me.”

Without any hesitation, you got up and knelt in front of Wanda, looking up with a sweet smile. Your mouth opened automatically, expecting two fingers, but she shook her head.

“We’re going to try something new today.” Mommy!Wanda unbuckled her belt, pulling them down a bit to reveal her deep red strap. Your eyes widened in surprise, because you’d never seen one before, only heard of them.

“It’s just like my fingers, but better. Can you suck on it, sweetheart? Mommy would be so pleased.” Her soft voice never failed to make you melt into a submissive, pliant state. So after a moment of figuring out how to start, you leaned your head forward, edging the tip into your mouth.

“That’s it, honey, just like that.” Wanda bit her lip, guiding your head down further, the strap halfway into your mouth. You whimpered, because it was a lot different than two fingers, but you were determined to please your mommy.

You reached the bottom, gagging slightly as you looked up at Wanda, noticing her pleasured expression. Although she couldn’t feel the strap, she got just as much pleasure watching you.

“Oh, princess, you’re a natural. Now, like this..” Wanda gently gripped your hair, guiding your head up and down until you got used to the motion, doing it yourself. Tears formed in your eyes, but you didn’t want to stop.

After a few minutes, Wanda finally guided your head backwards, away from the now wet strap. You gasped for breath, wiping your eyes and the corners of your mouth quickly.

“You did so well, baby. Mommy’s so proud of you.”

Wanda continued to praise you, even a few hours later when you were curled up in bed. You wanted to do it over and over if really pleased Wanda so much.

“Maybe tomorrow I can teach you all the other things we can do with that toy, hm?” She suggested, and you nodded eagerly.

Mommy!Wanda chuckled at how quickly you agreed to everything. You really were her innocent girl.

—

— when she meets the group of applicants, wanda instantly knows who she wants. you’re a wide eyed fresh of out uni graduate with barely anything on your resume, but you’re exactly what she wants; a pretty girl who’s pliant and can fulfil her less than professional needs and demands

— before you, wanda always kept her office blinds down and door shut. now, she keeps them wide open so she can see you sitting at your desk like her perfect pretty princess right outside

— a few weeks after you’re hired, wanda orders you to wear skirts everyday. “it’s protocol,” she says. you don’t argue and merely nod with an obedient smile (it sends a rush through her body and she has to excuse her to the bathroom)

— when you attend business events by her side, often rich men think they have the right to lay their eyes on you. wanda quickly remedies that by slinking her arm around your waist and pulling you snuggly to her side

— afterwards, wanda learns to start leaving hickies or lipstick stains (or both) all over your neck and collarbones and chest and everywhere else people can see so they know exactly who you belong to

— wanda packs more often than not and you develop a new routine. during her lunch break (or earlier if neither of you can wait that long), you come in and she takes you on her desk, against the window, on the couch, on the floor, or even against the door for everyone outside to hear if they listen hard enough. she doesn’t think there’s a single inch of her office that she hasn’t christened with your touch

— other times when the day is slow or you’re bored (which is more often than not (she really didn’t hire you for your skills or work ethic)), you sneak into her office without knocking. like a bunny, you prance across the room and unzip her pants before sitting on her lap and warming her strap for the rest of the day

— your favourite position though is when you’re seated comfortably on the edge of her desk. even more so on the days she walks into the office wearing a tie. you become obsessed with pulling her into a kiss by the tie around her neck as she slots between your legs and you’re sat on her desk with your skirt hiked up around your waist

— when you get a little greedy with your touch, wanda resorts to yanking her tie off and using it to bind your hands together behind your back. you secretly love the thrill of being hers to play with when she does

“I love you” she said silverly, swinging your arm gently as her thumb rubbed the back of your hand tenderly. You pulled her into a passionate hug, and as she held you in her arms her head dipped connecting your lips with hers. Wanda never failed to make you feel light headed when she kissed you, the two of you had shared many kisses, but never did they lose their effect.

“Hey lovebirds!” Clint spoke suddenly, causing the two of you to pull away, you blushed and Wanda looked at him with a smile. Wanda and Clint hadn’t seen each other in a while since retiring from the Avengers, but the two connected like they hadn’t, and sometimes you questioned how much Wanda (alongside the other Avengers) had actually been through, as that  connection they all held was like no other, but Wanda would never tell you. And although you spent every waking day by her side, she didn’t want you to hear the horrors of her life, not because she was secretive, but because she didn’t want to expose you to it. 

“Hawkeye!” Wanda exclaimed gesturing at him and laughing before pulling him into a hug, he squeezed her slightly before pulling you in for a hug too.

“Y/N, nice to see that Wanda’s not driving you insane” Clint joked, a smile flashed as he glanced at you. You felt comforted around him, perhaps it reminded you of the previous life you were living, as a broke college girl who happened to cross paths with Wanda Maximoff, completely changing your life forever. You were brought back to the countless nights you spent playing board games with Wanda, Clint, Natasha and Steve, and hearing their heroic stories about the missions they went on the following day. The summer evenings where you’d drive to see Wanda, and the dates you two had was escapism, that always ended with kissing her under the moonlight. And sometimes you would miss those years.

Wanda took your hand in hers, as you two shared loving glances. 

“Luckily Laura bought me two tailored suits, so I’ll be able to make it to you guys’ wedding next” Clint spoke, you felt your cheeks heat up again, feeling yourself get giddy just thinking about marriage with someone you loved so strongly. Laura (Clint's wife) called Clint over from the distance, causing him to look over to her as she beckoned him over. “I have to go- I’ll see you two later” 

When he walked off, Wanda’s eyes jumped instinctively over to the twins, who were still running around.

“Maybe we will…” Wanda said, her Sokovian accent jumping out, your perplexed eyes turned to her, she smiled.

“See— Clint?” You responded, your eyes squinted as you tried to figure out what she was saying. She turned to you.

“No, maybe we will get married next…” Wanda spoke, her tone deepened, as her eyes darkened slightly even under the sunlight. Your heart skipped a beat, as your fingertips brushed against her palms.

“I have high expectations about the proposal if you’re planning on asking me-“ You said suddenly.

“Oh do you?” She asked sarcastically. And when you went to speak-

“Well, why don’t you tell me your long list of expectations somewhere more quiet, hmm?” 

You blushed at her invitation, she looked at you mischievously. You now turned to capture the twins, luckily in safe hands as they played with Clint’s kids, Clint and Laura overseeing them. You turned to Wanda, who was doing the same thing, and then she grabbed your hand leading you to a more secluded area.

It was far enough from the main venue where even the loud chatter of children dimmed. The new location was perfection for romance, where there was fields of hedges in a maze shape, a cobblestone hut which you figured stored wine, trellises lined on the exterior walls, roses hanging from them, and a singular antique wooden bench which looked like it was taken straight from a gothic novel.

“This place is so beautiful...” You spoke, looking around mystified by your surroundings. As you inhaled the fresh air, new scents of sandalwood and fresh grapes entered your nose, and then your attention was brought back to the even more mystifying vision, Wanda. She was sat on the bench, her eyes on you, watching you just like the way you were admiring your surroundings. You sat beside her, eventually you ended up placing your head onto her shoulder as she wrapped an arm you.

“Wow- I forgot what it was like to be away from those boys”

“Relaxing, isn’t it?” You added, your voice lazy as you felt comfortable in the position you were in.

She laughed, her smile sticking once her laughing fit was over. She suddenly let go of you, causing you to look at her confused and annoyed, as you had to move your head up so you wouldn’t fall.

“Is that a wine cellar?” She asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I think so” You turned you head to look at where she was looking. She got up, grabbing your hand suddenly causing you to be pulled alongside her. 

“Wanda- I don’t think we’re allowed”

“Aren’t you the rebellious one? Why are you so rule following all of a sudden?” Wanda turned to you, her face confused at your demeanour, you didn’t know what to say, she was right. 

The two of you walked into the cellar, the lights immediately flickered on once you had walked down the set of wooden steps. The cellar was gorgeous, not too big, but neither small, and the smell of fresh grapes and different floral and fruity scents filled the air. You felt like that college girl again, running off with Wanda and doing stuff that you wouldn’t dare to do now. You wondered if Wanda heard your thoughts when you were recalling those times, whilst seeing Clint. Just as you turned back to Wanda to say something your hands found her wrists, pulling her closer and kissing her. You felt her lips curve up into a smile as her lips danced with yours, but you found yourself unable to keep up with her. 

Wanda’s kisses became more hungrier, you pulled away so you could breathe, smiling at the way your lips tingled. Her eyes wandered further down the cellar, you watched her confused. Then, when she reconnected your lips with hers, her hands were on your hips pushing you to sit upon a large wooden barrel.

“What if it falls-“ You breathe out, causing her her lips to connect with the corner of your lips messily kissing the area, as she forces you to sit upon the barrel.

“It won’t, and if it does I’ll catch you” She spoke impatiently as she reconnected her lips with yours but you pulled away.

“Wait-“ You stopped her, she looked back at your confused. “When you said we might get married next, do you actually want to? I just, a couple years ago when we were talking about it you seemed- unhappy with the whole marriage process…”

“I said that was I was 19 Y/N, of course I wanna marry you”

“Good, because I wanna wear matching expensive rings that tell everyone around you that your mine” You smiled shyly.

“Well- I could just do that with a spell, and it would actually bind you to me- so I wouldn’t have to worry about people ignoring the marriage part…” She smirked.

“Okay, can I tell you my list of expectations now?” You said, she looked at you confused.

“You were being serious?” She spoke.

“Yes”

“Go on.”

“So… my first one is don’t ever propose to me in a public place with strangers, especially no takeout places, I’ve seen lots of proposals there and they just seem very un- fairytale like, and not what I want. The second one—“

“You really thought about getting proposed to haven’t you?” She said.

“Yes I have- and can you not cut me off, I’m trying to let you know what to do- or maybe I’ll propose so we don’t have to go through any odd proposals, anyways…” You rambled, and Wanda’s hand travelled to your ankles, taking your heels off one by one hastily. “What are you-“

“Nothing” She spoke, trying to disguise her true intentions. 

“Okay…” You spoke confused, her eyes looked back at your as she smiled brightly at you. “So my second expectation is-“ You were cut short by a pair of hands spreading your legs, Wanda’s fingers hooked onto your panties, pulling them off as she watched you with a smirk. “Go on?”

“I can’t-“

“Why not? I wanna hear what your second expectation is”

As you were about to speak, you felt a pair of lips on your upper thigh, gently kissing the sensitive skin there, and then gently kissing your clit. Your breathing hitched, and you tried to prepare yourself in anticipation for her next move. But she didn’t do anything, but moved away,  meeting your eyes.

“I wanna know your second expectation baby, can you tell me it.” She spoke lowly, her voice commanding and hypnotic. 

“Well the second one- oh! it’s to never propose with a ring in food- I might accidentally eat it, and that’s-“ You started, and as you spoke she watched you amused, and once you were caught up in your sentence her lips moved back to your pussy, this time with the addition of her tongue causing you to moan. Her tongue licked lines into your folds; your whole body shivered causing you to grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her closer to you as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm, moans filled the air, and you hoped that no one decided to grab some wine because if they did they would be welcomed with the sight of your legs spread open as Wanda ate you out. 

You found yourself moaning out her name soon, her hands keep your legs spread, and you felt her tongue fuck you deeper, her tongue movements became faster and faster, causing your legs to tremble. Once you orgasmed, she removed her mouth from your centre, your legs snapped closed, her lips finding yours as you tasted yourself on them. Her hands caressed your cheeks, before her right hand moved to your centre again.

As her right hand rubbed circles, the fingers of her left hand were pushed inside of your mouth, causing you to gag slightly and minimising the sound of your moaning to muffled ones. She smiled at you at the state you were in, causing her to push her fingers in further, pumping in and out of your centre roughly as her green eyes groped your body, and you were a moaning mess. Once you came undone again, her fingers did too, her eyes seemed to still be searing into your body, and once you placed your hand under her chin and brought her into a kiss, she smiled brightly.

“I think we should get back” You said trying to still catch your breath, she giggled. 

“We should fuck in wine cellars more often. Are you going to be okay walking?” She spoke, watching as you fixed the upper portion of your dress. Your eyes turned to hers annoyed. Then, you noticed her smudged lipstick, leaning over to rub it away with your thumb.

“Of course I can walk-“ You said, her hands went to help you put on your heels again.

Then she stood up, lending you her hand. She smiled at you proudly, and  laughed as your legs shook slightly when you stepped forward. You blushed, and you took her hand in yours again, walking back up the cellar feeling a new confidence and high.

As the ceremony began, you noticed how the once vacant fields were now full of people dressed up in glamour and elegance, some had faces you could distinguish either from Wanda’s photos, or from their fame. As you went to find your seat, you looked over to see a familiar side profile, her face was slightly different, aged, but still easy to spot. 

Natasha turned her head as she talked to Yelena, and her eyes met yours, you smiled at her, she smiled back, gesturing you to come over.

“Y/N?”

“Natasha!” You said, pulling her into a hug.

“Where have you been! I haven’t seen you in what, months?”

“Me and Wanda decided to move states after we had Tommy and Billy- but tell me about you?”

“I found my biological mother, and I ended up getting the closure I needed- and I started training again, well I teach agents how to fight, y’know” She laughed, the sound of her same old laugh filling your ears, but her voice deeper than you remembered.

“She also wears my vest- the one with lots of pockets” Yelena spoke, her accent still prominent.

You turned to Yelena, smiling widely, she looked back at you with widen eyes, like she couldn’t believe it was you. She pulled you into a hug that almost made you fall. “Yelena? Oh I missed you two so much” 

The ceremony began shortly after, everyone moved into their seats, and classical music started playing…

Tony Stark stood at the alter, his eyes squinting as he held an uncontrollable smile, watching as Pepper walked down the aisle with such beauty and glamour, her eyes teary, and when she was parallel to Tony, his eyes holding onto tears that were just inching to fall. You felt your own eyes get teary, the whole idea of loving someone so much was what you resonated with, especially when the love of your life was sitting beside you, holding your hand. You began to picture what it would be like marrying Wanda, and even though the two of you were already practically living together, the idea of having her last name as yours, and having a ring that bonded you to her, made you crave it evermore. Except, Wanda did want the same, she had been reading your thoughts for the past minute, and as her eyes turned to look into yours, her eyes faded from the red colour to her natural greeny-blue ones. Her eyes glistened, and her hand rested on your thigh, you looked down at it still interlocked with hers. 

Then when you looked back up, her pupils flickered the red colour, and you heard the words in your head. ‘I love you’

Both of your eyes darted back to the ceremony as you heard cheering and clapping as Pepper and Tony kissed. You and Wanda arose like everyone else was, and clapped, smiling widely and cheering.

The rest of the evening was filled with chatter, and reuniting with old friends, the table you were sat at was long and connected everyone together. You were sat alongside Wanda, while Tommy and Billy were sat at a separate kids table. Your eyes watched Wanda as she laughed and talked to Laura, Clint’s wife about a previous experience she had when she was an Avenger. Her palm on her chin as her elbow rested on the table. She turned to look at you, after feeling your eyes on her, a smile dancing on her lips as her eyes roamed your body, recalling the previous events you two had that night.