#resigned position

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Whenever a project was successfully finished at the Maximoff Company, the team responsible went out to celebrate.

An all-night party - from bowling to soccer games - that always ended in embarrassing photos, good memories, and the promise that the next time would be even better.

In the autumn of your forth year in the company, you had your first project as coordinator, a risky but high-profit thing. And after endless and exhausting hours of work, meetings and reports, came the reward.

You just wanted to celebrate. And preferably with the people who made it possible.

Surrounded by your co-workers and direct reports as well - Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill - plus the rest of the team you coordinated, and the additional guests from the company, you had surely consumed more alcohol in the last fifteen minutes than you had all year.

You were laughing foolishly at Natasha's wry comments and Maria's stories, and when the next round of beer arrived, you were certainly talking too much.

"[...] That woman is driving me insane, I'm telling you!" You complained loudly and clearly drunk, while your friends giggled along with the subject having become the perpetually dissatisfied Wanda Maximoff, your boss for two years. "She made me rewrite the final draft three times before delivery week! Three! What kind of controlling, psychopathic person does that kind of thing?"

Maria and Nat shrugged, knowing full well what you suffered from in Wanda's management. She was extremely demanding and perfectionist, especially with whoever was in leadership. And getting the coordination position certainly costed you many lost nights of sleep.

Natasha filled your glass after hers. "The good thing is we made it, Y/N!" She recalled smiling, as inebriated as you were. "It was the worst month of work ever, but we did it. You did it, boss! You survived your first project with that witch!"

You, Maria, and even some of the other colleagues - Bucky, Steve, and Sam - who were at the next table laughed, and raised their glasses for a toast together.

But when the drinks didn't stop, you grew bolder.

"I just think it's fucking funny how she thinks she can boss us around like that!" You exclaimed in a mixture of anger and irony. Everyone was drunk enough to agree in unison. "Nothing is ever good for Miss Perfection! Remember when I missed my niece's recital to work on my promotion? She never forgave me for that! God, I didn't even show up to my dad's wedding to stay in the office!"

"To be fair, he was getting married for the fourth time..." Maria murmured softly, making Nat laugh, but you kept confessing to the whole bar, your voice high and alcoholic.

"She didn't even thank me for doing everything I could to make this project work!" You commented with a long sip of something that was certainly not beer. "Ungrateful, petty, little bitch-"

"Careful, Miss L/N, or I might end up thinking we have some kind of conflict." A female voice you knew well interrupted your speech and you froze in your spot, the shocked expressions of all your colleagues were to someone behind you.

Whoever the hell thought to invite Wanda to participate sure didn't plan your little outburst in the middle of the bar, but that didn't matter much. Because you were drunk enough to finish your cocktail and turn to her with a cold expression.

"What the fucking difference is it going to make if we have?" You challenged making all your colleagues hold their breath as they watched the interaction.

The emerald eyes in front of you flashed in a way that made your heart soar in your chest, and the manner in which Wanda locked her jaw sent a wave of heat straight to your lower abdomen.

"You're lucky we're off the work premises." She commented without losing her elegant, imposing posture. She was still wearing her coat, which indicated that she had just arrived at the bar, only for the worst moment of the speech. "In the company, that kind of language would not be allowed."

"But fucking with the mental state of your employees is within the rules?" You retorted, narrowing your eyes at her, and could swear that even if only for a second, you saw guilt flash through her eyes.

"In what sense have I fucked you Miss L/N?" She teased with a wry laugh, and you almost choked on the double meaning - which only your drunk brain picked up - in her words. "Last time I checked you had a promotion and a very generous bonus."

"Don't forget panic attacks and insomnia from stress." You sneered and Wanda licked her lips, the action attracting your immediate attention.

"We have a department for psychological support, plus a quality medical insurance policy." She reasoned coldly, her eyes scanning you. "But if you're not ready for the pressure in a leadership position, perhaps this conversation should take place on Monday..."

You gave a wry laugh, the words that were about to come out of your mouth would surely make Monday's conversation not with Wanda, but with the human resources people. Fortunately, Natasha stood up and interfered, giving a witless laugh as she said you had had too much to drink and quickly dragged you outside before you could add anything further.

"Screw her, that bitch! Fuck, I hate her so fucking much!" You exclaimed angrily at the safety outside, hugging your body over the cold breeze as Nat looked inside - at everyone's embarrassed expressions after that scene - and then back at you.

"Hey, I know you do, but you need to calm down." Warned the redhead in a suddenly sober and serious tone. "You need to remember that you have bills to pay, and that you've put in a lot of effort to get your work recognized, you can't throw it all away over a few beers. I'll get you some water, try not to get another fight."

You laughed humorlessly, leaning your back on the wall of the bar as Nat went back inside. Trying to regain some sobriety, you propped your hands on your knees and lowered your head, taking a deep breath.

When, a few minutes later, a bottle of water was placed in front of you, you were almost falling asleep.

"Thanks Nat, I think I'll be going-" Your expression shuttered as you raised your head and met Wanda's eyes, the red scarf she wasn't wearing before now firmly around her neck. You chuckled dryly, pushing the item away. "Your last act is to poison me, now?"

Your taunt made her roll her eyes. "Sure, I've been planning your murder all this time. It started when I hired you, and then promoted you. Now I've asked your best friend to let me bring you water, only to poison you in front of three hundred witnesses." She mocked, and it was her turn to roll her eyes.

"Sounds like you've given it a lot of thought."

Wanda chuckled shortly, shaking her head, "You're impossible." And she tried to hand you the bottle again, and because your head was spinning, you begrudgingly accepted it.

She just stood there next to you, watching you drink like a good boss helping her employee, and it made your blood boil. After a long sip, you looked at her with irritation, "If you are waiting for me to apologize, you sit tight."

"Oh, no, you're not the type to apologize out of the mere willingness to do so." She retorts, and is not looking at your eyes, but at the drop of water that has run down your jaw. "You're the type who needs to have your apology ripped out of you." She stated low, the intense gaze meeting yours made your whole body shudder.

"I-I..."

"What? Aren't you so full of yourself now?" Wanda teased moving closer, until her face was close enough for you to feel her warm breath in contrast to the frost of the night. "Don't you have anything naughty to tell me?"

Your head was a mess, and Wanda's scent so close certainly wasn't helping. But swallowing dryly, and trying to muster some dignity you retorted:

"I just might have a list." Your husky tone made her grin, the tension between you two was palpable, and you think you could touch it if you raised your hand. What you did was infinitely more humiliating.

Wanda licked her lips again, but by their proximity, they brushed against yours and a low moan made its way up your throat, darkening the pupils of the woman in front of you completely. She gave a breathless chuckle, clearly realizing the effect she had on you, and instead of a snide remark, she asked a question that would change everything between the two of you:

"How about you go back to my apartment and show me exactly how unappreciated you feel, Miss L/N?"

You were waving almost immediately, and tried to restrain yourself - really tried - but by the time Wanda was asking for a cab, you were considering just throwing everything up to let her have you in the back seat of the car.

You could hardly breathe along the way. She didn't kiss you, merely interlaced your hands with hers on the top of your thigh, her fingers caressing yours softly as she kept her gaze on the road.

She texted Natasha from your side, loose words about getting you home safely, but you were having a hard time reading anything when you had her so close, her floral scent sending a wave of warmth throughout your body every time you breathed in.

Despite the tension, you managed to keep your composure as you two exited the vehicle and made your way to the elevator. And you were doing a good job, pretending that the numerical display of floors signaling that the elevator was coming down was much more interesting than the woman next to you.

Wanda, however, seemed to have enough.

When the doors opened, she waited for you to enter first, and in a second, she was all over you, your back pressed against the glass, The doors closed as her lips met yours.

You melted. Wanda was overwhelming. She kissed you hungrily, sliding her tongue against yours without waiting for permission, and only now did you taste vodka on her. Asking about how long she really had been at the bar would have to be left for another time, because now, as she was pressuring you with her whole body, her breasts pressed against yours and her hands running up your blouse, you couldn't think of anything but her.

How you two managed to stumble out of the elevator, between hot kisses and wandering hands was a mystery to you. Your head was spinning, and all you could feel was Wanda.

Sounds slipped the more your body warmed up, and you became lost in the sensations.

And then everything turned into a blur.

The first rays of sunlight made you grumble against the mattress. And the strong migraine that appeared when you tried to open your eyes the first time drew a loud sigh from you.

Groping your way across the mattress, you frowned in confusion when you noticed that your bed was much bigger than expected. And opening your eyes, you ignored the migraine with a surprised exclamation when you realized that this was not your room.

Okay, don't panic. You tried to calm yourself mentally, but when you realized that you had no idea where you were, or how you arrived in a room so luxurious that it looked like something out of a television series, you started to get really nervous.

The bed was empty, which could be a good sign. Maybe you could get out without being seen.

To your surprise, whoever it was who brought you home was kind enough to leave an aspirin on the headboard with a glass of water - well appreciated items - but you didn't want to raise your expectations, especially since the oversized shirt you were wearing wasn't yours.

Your last memory was the first round of beers at the bar with the girls. And to complain about so many other employees in suits who were not invited by any of you.

Round of beers. Fancy apartment. Maybe you were lucky with an executive?

A female voice in the distance attracted your attention, and you followed the sound until you were facing a half-open rolling door that seemed to lead into an office. Your breath hitched as you recognized the woman inside.

Flashbacks of memories from last night hit you immediately - darkened emerald eyes, breathless whispers, a warm hand inside your blouse - but nothing was clear enough.

With your heart hammering in your chest, and with the certainty that you had just ruined your career in a single night, you opened the door.

Wanda was on the phone, sounding irritated, so early giving orders, but upon noticing your presence, her posture relaxed.

You hugged your own body, waiting for her to finish as you looked around for some support, feeling like you might throw up at any moment.

As you approached the table, you caught a glimpse of the photograph of her children and couldn't hold back a groan that escaped your lips.

Leaning back on the wood, you sank your face into your own hands, trying to lessen the impact of what you had done.

You almost jumped in fright when Wanda touched your forearms, since you hadn't even heard her get off the phone.

She stroked your skin gently, until you looked up at her, and to your surprise you only met a concerned look.

"Are you feeling better, dekta?"

"What...?" You tried to start off completely shocked. "Dekta? Wanda how are you so calm? We've just... Oh my god, I'm so fired! How am I going to pay my rent, Yelena's going to kill me, I'm going to leave her and Fanny on the street and I'm going to have to get another job and there's no company in New York with the same benefits and-"

Wanda interrupted your anxious babbling with a tender "shush, sweetheart, breathe." She asked, her hands on your wrists as her fingers circled your skin. "You're not fired I promise."

You let out a humorless chuckle. "I'm pretty sure sleeping with your boss violates at least dozens of policies."

Wanda laughed softly, and it was the first time you saw her blushing. The sight made your stomach turn with nervousness. She smiled at you, her eyes falling to your lips for a moment.

"Too bad nothing happened then." She commented, making you frown in confusion.

"What, but I thought..."

Wanda denied with her head, the smile not leaving her lips as she released your hands to play with the buttons on your shirt.

"I made you an offer, but you were in no state to accept." She comments almost guiltily. Swallowing dryly, she adds, "We played a little, nothing but your delightful kisses, my darling, and then you didn't feel well, and I put you to sleep."

"That's... Oh my god I threw up on you didn't I?" You grumbled in shame, trying to hide your face in your hands again, but Wanda only laughed, holding your hands in your lap.

"Just before I helped you shower and you sang the opening of Backyardigans. It was a night full of surprises, yes." She retorted drawing another grumble from him, though she only continued with an easy laugh on her lips.

"God, I'll never be able to look at you again."

You declared with burning cheeks, and that made Wanda squeeze your hands gently.

"I hope that's not true." She returned more seriously this time. "In fact, I hope that looking isn't the only thing you're going to do."

"Oh." You choked in surprise, and all Wanda did was smile, her hands shifting so that your fingers were completely entwined, sending a shiver through your body.

"'Oh' indeed," she replied softly, bringing her face closer until there were only a few inches between your lips. "How about we continue where we left off?"

"Singing Backyardigans?" You joked breathlessly, eliciting a hoarse chuckle from her.

"A little earlier..." She retorted, turning her face slightly to kiss your cheek, and jaw, and down to your neck.

"The shower?" You tried with a sigh, barely able to keep your eyes open when her lips found a sensitive spot on your collarbone.

"Hmm, better, but still not exactly right. Just a bit sooner..." She guided, and her lips bit your skin lightly, getting a low moan.

"I'm out of suggestions." You confess with your breathing shallow, because you really can't remember much from the night before, especially with Wanda kissing your neck like that.

She smiles against your skin, and you bite back a dissatisfied grumble when she stops her caresses to put a little distance between your bodies, and looks at you.

"The part you apologized."

"The part...what?" you question confused, feeling the irritation return. Wanda bites back a smile.

"The way you behaved, yes?" She clarified in a teasing tone, her hands starring yours loosened to land on your thighs. "All that swearing.... What a naughty girl."

This time, Wanda muffled the moan that escaped your throat with her own mouth, making you choke slightly. But before you could properly respond, she pulled away, biting and tugging on your lower lip as she broke the kiss.

Your body was on fire, but you weren't going to give in so easily.

"Say you're sorry." She ordered against your lips, her eyes so dark you could barely make out the green in them.

"You want me to lie, then?" You challenged, running your hands up her arms to her shoulders. Wanda let out an affected chuckle against your cheek, her nails scratching your thighs teasingly.

"If you're going to be a brat about it, I'm going to treat you like one." She warned, and her words sent a sharp twinge to your belly, making you instinctively clench your thighs together, a movement that did not go unnoticed by the woman in front of you. Wanda chuckled again, her hands working to pull your shirt up a little. "But I think that's exactly what you want."

Despite trembling over her touch, you lifted your chin in defiance, "I won't apologize for speaking the truth." You retorted with a confidence that didn't do justice to the way you felt your body heat up at Wanda's touch, her fingers scratching their way up your belly, the very woman in front of you just raised a eyebrow.

"The truth, you say?" she retorted, the palms finding your breasts and wrapping them tightly made you choke, your hips thrusting up up against the emptiness as Wanda bit back a smile. "And what are your complaints, my darling?"

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes behind your head at Wanda's fingers squeezing and stimulating your breasts, you swallowed dryly, and replied breathlessly, "You are bossy, overly demanding..." In one swift motion, Wanda removed your shirt and tossed it away, her gaze focused on your chest for only a second before she dove her face against your breasts, kissing the tip and sucking hard, eliciting a loud sigh as you lost all line of thought.

With your silence, she looked up, her fingers playing with the tip of your nipples as she traced her way back to your neck. At the height of your ear, she played with the lobe before whispering:

"You're right about me being bossy..." A soft bite on your skin that made you close your eyes and tighten your legs around her. "And about being demanding, oh honey, you have no idea..."

A soft moan escaped as she firmed her thigh against your center, her hands squeezing your breasts and her lips returning to yours. But she kissed no more than lightly, a lingering smile as she said, "But I know you can handle it."

This time, when you tried to squeeze your thighs together, you found Wanda's firm against you, and you choked on a whimper as she smiled, her hands leaving your breasts to firm up at your waist, her fingers drawing patterns on your hip bone as she began to guide your movements against her.

The friction made you whimper - it wasn't nearly enough - but it was getting you soaked, grinding against her thigh and trying to ease the ache in your core. Wanda let out a satisfied grunt, able to feel the wetness against her skin, but suddenly she steadied your waist and stopped your movements.

The groan of frustration was muffled by the intense kiss she gave you, as her fingers descended, and with them your panties as well.

Wanda's body followed her hands, breaking the kiss and lowering her lips as she bent down to remove the item from you. When the fabric went loose on your legs, she let it slip to the floor as her mouth moved down your belly to where you were pulsing.

"Wanda..." You gasped as you felt her kiss your inner thighs, that damn smug smile never leaving her lips. Her hands firmed on you again, but she didn't kiss you where you wanted her to. She just looked up, and waited for you to be bothered enough by the lack of friction to do the same. "What?" you questioned in a mixture of impatience and horniness, wishing she would just touch you at once.

"I wanna hear you beg." She declared, and you let out a breathless laugh, raising an eyebrow at her confidently, though your whole body was at her mercy.

"Beg? You're the one practically on your knees to me."

A dark twinkle flashed through her eyes, but she chuckled briefly, "Oh baby, you are so lucky I have been waiting for this for so long." She declared surprising you, but you put off thinking about it, because her hand came down to spread your legs apart from each other, leaving you wide open for her. One of them moved up to your center, and she pressed her fingers against your clit hard making you choke on a moan. "But you will be punished when I get a taste of this pussy, keep that in mind." She warned before diving her mouth against you, and this time, you couldn't control the sounds.

Wanda moaned in satisfaction as she tasted you, completely soaked against her lips, while her tongue licked provacatively, exploring your folds slowly for a moment, until she sank as deep as she could, making you throw your head back and arch your back, your hips thrusting against her face.

Every time your movements matched her mouth, she changed the speed, smiling against you as you heard her moan of mixed frustration and arousal. Always so close, and then, start all over again.

Your legs were trembling, and you became a whimpering mess, in a last desperate act, you brought one of your hands to her hair, trying to force her against your pussy, and Wanda grunted, her nails digging hard into your thighs, "P-please, I need to cum... just-"

She increased the speed, cutting you halfway through your sentence, a loud moan ripping through your throat. That was it, finally. You were getting there, clenching against her tongue, so close....

Wanda pulled away at once, you almost screamed in frustration, but she stood up, one hand steadying itself on your neck and the other behind your back. "You don't cum until I say you can." She warned against your lips before kissing you hard, your own taste on her lips made you moan into the kiss, and Wanda smiled contentedly as she broke the momentum later, the hand on your neck squeezing gently every time you tried to rub against her thigh. "How bad do you want it?"

"So bad, p-please..."

"You look so sexy when you beg." She teased, her hand squeezing your neck and you thought maybe now she would relieve your suffering, but she pulled away completely.

Confused but entirely out of orbit, you watched her go around the table to one of the cabinets and open the last drawer. And then choked as she brought a strap in her hands the way back to you.

"Do you like what you see, dear?" She asked watching you bite your lips, but when you tried to squeeze your thighs together being able to imagine the feel of it inside you, Wanda patted your knees twice in warning.

"Don't spoil it now that you're so close to being rewarded." She warned sweetly as she worked to get completely unclothed in front of you, the sight making you drool.

"Can I...can I touch you?" you ventured, feeling your hands itching to grab her hips, her breasts, any part of the stunning woman in front of you.

Wanda let out an impressed giggle, "Just a little edging and you've already learned to ask permission?" She taunted, her clothes completely off now, and her hands busy securing the strap around her waist. "You always were a quick learner, weren't you?"

You only nodded, biting your lips as you waited for her to allow you to touch her. But Wanda just sighed as she put the strap on, and it was only there that you realized it was double and you widened your eyes slightly.

She moved closer to you before you could say anything, her hands firmly on your waist and neck as she kissed you, drawing a loud sigh from your lips. The tip of the toy rubbing against your thigh was driving you insane, and when your hand risked groping the object to guide it into you, Wanda surely felt it, and broke the kiss with a tug on your lower lip that made you groan.

"But you still disobeys, tsk, what a shame." She murmured against your lips, and her hands moved down, pulling your hand away from the toy, and opening your legs for her. "You have so much to learn, baby."

Guiding the tip, Wanda took her eyes off you to watch the toy sink inside your pussy without difficulty, moaning along with you as she watched you be filled completely.

"Too big... Wanda..." You gasped with your eyes closed hard, your hands clenching the table.

"You think so? Doesn't look like it, from the way your pussy is sucking me inside." She teased, feeling the slight resistance as she moved out, a hearty moan escaping your lips.

"Oh, fuck me." You whimpered, and Wanda giggled, one hand steadying on your back, the other guiding the toy inside again.

"I will."

You weren't surprised that she wasn't gentle. The promise about being punished actually came true as Wanda began to thrust hard into you, the table making a rattling noise as her movements in and out of you became more uncoordinated.

Your sounds were muffled by her mouth pressed against yours as she fucked you with the strap-on, one hand returned to your neck, the pressure only made you more aroused.

It didn't take long before you began to spasm, your high quickly approaching, and this time, Wanda let you reach it. You came with a loud throaty moan, arching your back on the table and with your legs braced tightly against her waist. Your arousal was dripping down your thighs, but Wanda didn't stop.

"Too much... Please..." You tried, but her incessant movements were soon tearing another orgasm out of you, even more intense than the one before, your whole body was vibrating in ecstasy, and you were squirming against her, unable to keep your eyes open or control your sounds.

Wanda grabbed your thighs, and increased the speed, going as deep as she could, and your whole body shuddered, your swollen and overstimulated clit made you whimper, but she kept going.

Laying your back on the table, she pushed inside you hard and fast, no longer removing the toy completely now, and the new angle seemed just right for her to reach her own high. Gasping and moaning softly, she slammed into you a few times until she came, throwing her head back and then falling onto you, her face on your collarbone as you both tried to normalize your breathing.

"That was..." She began in a husky voice, lifting her face to study your expression.

You gave an affected laugh, "Fuckin' incredible." Your response made her smile as well, her lips meeting yours in a lazy kiss. The toy was still firmly inside you, but after three orgasms in a row and so intense, it was more painful than pleasurable, and you needed a moment. Wanda was considerable enough to slide out.

"Just two minutes, and you can keep fucking my brain out." You joked making her chuckle breathlessly. She kissed you one last time before entwining your body with hers and lifting you sitting up again, only to wrap your legs tightly around her and pick you up on her lap, heading for the bedroom.

She knelt on the bed, laying you down on the mattress and getting on top of you, biting her lips as she looked at you, and making you blush over her hungry gaze.

"Two minutes you say?" she commented and you nodded with a sigh, watching her pull away only to remove the strap from her waist - the dildo soaked from your arousals made you blush - and throw it on the floor.

"I can make you feel good while I get ready." You suggested in a sigh, and Wanda raised an eyebrow, but smiled as she lay on top of you again.

"Yeah? I can think of a few things..." She commented as you exchanged breathless kisses, which were warming your body quickly.

When her lips descended down your neck, and her fingers danced dangerously over your nipples, you gasped:

"You can sit on my face while you wait."

Wanda grunted against your skin, her thigh instinctively fitting between your legs made you shudder on the mattress. She raised her face to you, almost with an apologetic expression, but met your gloomy gaze and smiled.

With a nod of confirmation, Wanda kissed you one last time before moving with no hurry until she was sitting at your face height.

You sighed at being able to smell her, but let out a loud, satisfied moan when a sharp twinge of heat was sent to your lower abdomen just as Wanda lowered herself against you.

One hand was firmly on the headboard of the bed, and the other stroking your hair as she maintained eye contact, smiling sweetly even though she was riding your face.

Your body was in ecstasy. Wanda was a heavenly sight, her taste was the best you had ever had. She began to move slowly, enjoying the sensation of your tongue inside her, your face buried in her pussy.

When you grabbed her thighs, pulling her down, she choked, spasming against you as she drenched your tongue with her arousal. Her movements got faster, and the grip on your hair tightened, the gentle tugging along with the sounds you got from her were enough to get you soaked again, ready to start over.

"R-right there, baby...don't stop." She guided with her eyes closed, panting affectedly as she grinded against your face. Her orgarms was approaching, you could feel her soaked walls clenching on your tongue, the sensation tearing out a moan of your own as you increased the speed.

Wanda let her head fall back against the headboard, moaning loudly with her mouth open as she rode you, until she finally came, dripping into your mouth, her thighs clamping so tightly on the sides of your head that they muffled the sounds for a moment.

You just kept looking at her, your hands caressing her skin until she normalized her breathing and stared back at you, a look of complete adoration and blizz.

The tightness in your hair softened, but Wanda didn't move, enjoying the gentle licks against her swollen clit as she pulled your hair out of your face, murmuring in satisfaction.

"What a talented mouth you have, darling." She commented softly, almost rolling her eyes in pleasure as she felt you press a little harder on her clit for a second. "Who knew swearing at your boss in a crowded bar wouldn't be it's only talent." She teased with a smile, and you grumbled almost annoyed, the vibration making her sigh. "What? You ready to apologize for yesterday?"

You just licked her slowly, and Wanda bit her lips, firming her grip on your hair again and drawing a soft sigh from you. "I asked you a question."

Raising an eyebrow, you stared at her without answering, and Wanda sighed as she moved away from your face, her legs trembling as she sat next to you on the bed.

You wasted no time to rise properly, leaning in to kiss her, but this time, she pushed your shoulder back onto the bed.

"I'll get you some water."

Still aroused, but now confused, you frowned at the coldness, watching her leave the room.

When she returned, she barely looked at you after handing over the glass, searching the room for pajamas.

"Wanda..." You began but she sighed as you interrupted:

"Maybe you should leave." She stated, and her gaze was uncertain and annoyed. You swallowed dryly, and left the now empty glass on the headboard, suddenly feeling very exposed without your clothes. Covering your breasts with your arms and crossing your legs, you retorted:

"What's wrong?"

She let out a humorless laugh, pushing her hair back with one hand as she licked her lips and looked at you. "This, Y/N." She replied. "This's wrong for so many reasons and-"

"It doesn't feel wrong." You interrupted, feeling a lump rise in your throat. But you weren't going to cry. No chance. "W-we're both adults, and it was amazing-"

"You called me a bitch in front of two hundred people." She cut between her teeth, and you gave a dry laugh.

"Oh, so it' s about that." You returned. "Well, if you hadn't been a bitch the last few weeks I wouldn't have said anything-"

"But you can't say it!" She cut off incredulous and angry. And took a deep breath to control her tone. "I am your boss. You can get angry, and disagree with some of my methods, but you can't just disrespect me in front of half the office!"

"I didn't know you were going to be there!"

"I went after you!" She retorted and you frowned in confusion. But Wanda sighed loudly.

"You understand that I will have to take an action about this, right?"

Biting the inside of your cheek, you felt your eyes fill with tears, and you lifted your face. "You're going to fire me."

Wanda sighed, denying with her head. "I know you have another offer. It's a good time to leave with your head held high and-

"Wait what?" you cut confused. "What are you talking about?"

Wanda returned a sad chuckle, "You don't have to pretend, alright? I know Stephen has a job for you. The leaders talk with each other."

"How...?"

"I just thought I could keep you." Wanda continues with emotion in her voice. "We've worked together for so long. And I know, sometimes I push too hard. But you, you're so talented. And it's so hard for us. I know you had more skills and talent than any of your male colleagues, and when I took over the team you were the only one who stayed on as a junior and I wanted you to get so good that no one would ever have any way to diminish you ever again and-"

Wanda was babbling. Wanda Maximoff. It was a sight your brain couldn't process properly.

"Please stop talking." You asked impacted and only now realized that she also had tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry for pushing you." She stated then, and looked so small all of a sudden that you could barely breathe. "I know how it feels to not be valued for your work. How hard it is to keep yourself in a big company. And I won't hold any grudges if you accept the position Strange has offered you."

With a sigh, you stood up, walking in circles around the room, trying to think clearly.

"That's why you went to the bar, isn't it?" You then questioned in a mixture of incredulity and seriousness. "Stephen invited me to work with him yesterday afternoon, as soon as we got the results. You wanted to persuade me to say no."

"I was going to ask you to stay." Wanda clarified crossing her arms. "I like...I like working with you."

You laughed dryly, putting a hand to your own face. "And of course you only tell me that when I'm offered something better."

"It's not like that!" She defends herself. "I don't... That's not fair! It wasn't just bad times! The last month was hard, I pushed you to the limit, but you like working with me, I know you do..."

You laughed, pressing your face against your hands for a moment. Wanda didn't lose her poise as she added, "I know I'm right."

"Oh, but of course you would think so, wouldn't you?" You retort seriously. "You always have to be right, don’t you, Wanda Maximoff."

She locked her jaw, but swallowed dryly. "I don't wanna fight you anymore." She confessed. "We can end this amicably and-"

"But what is this exactly, Wanda?" You interrupted seriously, gesturing between you. "A business relationship? Friendship? Because I certainly don't fuck my colleagues or friends!"

She sighed, looking away a moment. "It was just that one time, we shouldn't have done it. You're leaving and I just needed to..."

"Use me one last time?" You concluded with a tearful laugh. Wanda looked at you with a frown.

"No, Y/N! Of course not!"

But you were already moving to dress in anything you could find - you didn't find your clothes imagining they were in the laundry room - and you ended up with clothes of Wanda's that smelled like her and increased your urge to cry. But you didn't.

She followed you around the apartment, and when you finished your shoes, she stood in front of the door.

"Come on, get out of the way. I'm leaving, just like you wanted.”

You say with your arms crossed, and she hesitates, looking ready to say something when the kitchen phone rings.

"I need to..."

"Don't mind me." You retort wryly, and she hesitates one last time before reaching out to pick up the handset.

From the change in expression, and posture, it's about work. You sigh, walking toward the door while ignoring Wanda's gaze urging you to wait as she mutters business words that make no sense to you now.

To reach the exit, you need to go through her. You do so, moving closer to her body while she is still on the phone, staring at you with watery eyes.

"It didn't feel wrong to me." You whisper in her ear, feeling her tense up. She rubs her fingertips against yours, staring at your lips, but doesn't say it back. And that is what you accept as an answer, turning away from her and leaving the apartment.

--//--

Resigned Position - Final Chapter

After saying goodbye to you, Pietro did not return to the company as originally planned. Instead, he went shopping, and with a really curious Monica Rambeau on the phone, spent a few hours in the most expensive stores of the New York business district choosing an ideal outfit for his twin sister. At lunchtime, he drove back to the Maximoff Company, and after greeting the front desk staff, walked up to Wanda's office.

The man frowned slightly when after knocking on the door, he entered and was faced with Wanda sitting on the carpet with her legs crossed and her eyes closed.

"Did you finally lose your mind? I'm taking the boys and the apartment if you get locked up." He mocked, to which he only received an impatient sigh before the woman opened her eyes and leaned over slightly to turn off her cell phone which echoed soft music throughout the office.

"It's called meditation." She clarifies as her brother enters and closes the door, the bags in hand he places on the armchair, and Wanda frowns in curiosity at the items. "What are these?"

"I brought you presents." Pietro explains with a smile. "But I think maybe I should have brought some medicine."

"Fuck off." Wanda mumbles with a short laugh that her brother shares. The woman stands up unhurriedly, stretching her legs and arms before walking toward the bags. She hums curiously as she notices the fancy clothes inside. "Why did you buy me a dress?"

"For you to wear tomorrow." Answered her brother casually, moving to occupy the empty armchair.

"But why?"

Pietro chuckles at his sister's suspicious expression, "It's a gift. Like, a courtesy for bothering you for the last few weeks."

Wanda gives a short laugh, "Pietro, you're not a nuisance."

"Okay, so it's an apology for interrogating your girlfriend." He says, and Wanda frowns immediately.

"Excuse me?"

"Before you get mad, it was just breakfast." He says but Wanda already has her eyebrow raised in disbelief, her arms crossed. "I wanted to know what her intentions were."

"I'm going to kill you."

Pietro laughed, raising his hands in surrender. "Everything turned out fine. Better than expected by the way. She's really fun, didn't back down once." He commented, but Wanda just sighed impatiently at her brother's rudeness. "Remember that kid from college who ran out when I first approached him?"

"Yes, I remember Simon, he was my boyfriend. And no I haven't forgiven you for that." Wanda retorts between her teeth. "I told you to stop being nosy."

"And I politely ignored you."

With an irritated grumble, Wanda rolls her eyes and turns to her desk, deciding that she had better get back to work soon. As she sits down in her chair, Pietro sighs and comments:

"I'm not going to the Expo tomorrow." He counters.

"Why not?" Wanda asks without taking her eyes off the computer.

"You seem angry enough with me, and you know how I get bored at events like this. I was only going there so I could talk to Y/N, but now that this already happened, there's no reason to make that sacrifice." He explains, and Wanda sighs trying not to get into that subject again. Pietro straightens his blazer before adding, "Is it okay if I take the boys out? Flash forward a little of the most amazing summer with their favorite uncle?"

Wanda laughs lightly. "Sure, but please give them some real food. Hot dog and soda are delicious, but they need to eat properly."

"Yes, ma'am." Pietro retorted almost ironically making his sister smile. "Hey, are you ready for lunch?"

"I'm busy." Wanda replied. "And annoyed at you."

"You are hurting my feelings right now." Pietro joked receiving only a roll of the eyes from his sister who was already typing some things. "I am starving. But since I'm a very thoughtful brother, I'll go get our lunch. And you will stop for a few minutes to eat with me, Wanda."

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm serious." He returns standing up. "And tomorrow, wear the dress I bought. It's pretty, and I know you want to impress a certain someone at the party."

Wanda cleared her throat, her face slightly flushed. "Let me work, please." She asked quickly, and Pietro laughed, walking toward the exit.

–//–

Pietro was right about the dress. Although Wanda didn't really want to admit it, she was out to impress someone at the Expo, she herself ended up being impressed with the way the fabric hugged her curves and made her look really attractive.

It seemed to be the same opinion of all the other people around, the journalists and photographers of the event moved frantically to get some pictures of her as soon as she got out of the car and walked through the gate of Stark Industries - the headquarters of the Expo for almost five years - golden invitation in hand.

Wanda knew the vast majority of the investors and other leaders, but much of the party was made up of diverse employees from various companies around the United States and the world so she rotated her gaze in search of some familiarity around them and smiled when she found her team near a corner.

The redhead made her way leisurely to her colleagues - smiling and waving greetings to any known faces along the way - and was just about to catch up with a very elegant Natasha Romanoff chatting with her equally stunning wife Maria Hill when someone approached her.

Cat Grant was the founder of CatCo Worldwide Media and Wanda hadn't decided if she was exactly a big fan of her. She knew she hated the story that reduced her achievements to her tits, but after her not so polite letter to the company about this, it was very often that Miss Grant approved the content about the growth of Wanda's company. In the end, the redhead had the impression that Cat had no malicious intentions. She simply liked money, and as it happens, gossip sold very well.

"Wanda, how lovely it is to see you again." Greeted the woman as she stood in the redhead's way, and the younger woman forced a smile.

"Cat, hello."

"Tell me, dear, is today finally the day you're going to guarantee us an exclusive on your love life?"

Wanda gave a short, confused laugh at the direct and so sudden question. "My love life?"

"See, the Daily Bugle staff is going to be all over Strange and his mysterious new employee, but I've already seen a more exclusive story the moment you stepped out of your car." Cat counters with eyes glittering with mischief, and Wanda frowns completely lost in this whole story. "And I would like the exclusivity."

"Sorry, Cat, I'm not..." Wanda began but her gaze caught a certain figure in the crowd, carrying drinks for Nat and Maria. You looked stunning, the suit was tight and hugged your curves, it even had a tie and Wanda could already imagine herself pulling it to bring you close. And it was dark green, like her dress. Like her eyes. Oh.

"All right, Wanda, dear? Your face has suddenly turned red." Cat asked, and despite the brief concern in her tone of voice, she still had a mischievous expression, sure enough, she had followed Wanda's gaze around the room and was having a head full of ideas about what might be going on.

Clearing her throat, and doing her best to look not the least bit affected by the whole thing, Wanda forced another smile before answering, "I'm fine, I was just looking for my team. About the exclusive, I don't know what you're talking about."

Cat looked almost disappointed but recovered quickly.

"Come on, honey, don't be like that. Matching outfits at a public event?." She continued. "I was the first to notice, because I'm the best, but by the end of the event, you're going to have dozens of requests from these vultures about what this means. Wouldn't you like to talk about it with someone you trust, who won't twist the story of any matter?"

"What I would like is a drink, Cat. See you around." Wanda says as she picks up a glass from one of the waiters passing around. She waves the item to the journalist before walking away.

But Wanda couldn't join her team for long minutes. Since Cat Grant greeted her, dozens of people have had the same idea. She spoke with managers from Oscorp, Luthor Corp, and even the hosts, Howard and Maria Stark before finally getting to greet her colleagues.

Now the group was larger. Stephen Strange and three other people that Wanda didn't know were talking to you and the others. As soon as Strange noticed Wanda coming toward them, he let out a soft exclamation and waved encouragingly.

"Wanda!" He said greeting her with a kiss on the cheek, and moving to stand beside her. "Come meet my team." He guided, one hand landing on Wanda's back for a moment while the other he waved to the people around. "This is Phastos and Druig, part of the technology division. Sersie, our director." Wanda greeted everyone with a polite nod, and Strange continued talking. "Well, Thena and Makkari are attacking the delicious appetizers, and will soon join us. I was introducing everyone to your team, and well, you already know them, and now Y/N..."

Wanda definitely noticed the way you were hesitant to meet her gaze and the soft redness in your cheeks. Stephen, if noticed, didn't say anything. Not least because he was more busy saying what a funny coincidence it was the matching outfits of you and Wanda.

"Yes, a genuine coincidence." The redhead agreed without averting her intense gaze from you, making your stomach do a complete turn.

"It's amazing to have everyone here, soon Tony's displays will begin." Stephen commented checking his watch. "And later, we're going to make it official to the public that Y/N is joining our company."

With that, Wanda looked away from you, forcing a smile at Stephen. "The last performance of the evening, am I correct?"

"Yes, exactly." Strange agreed. He seemed very pleased with himself, almost as if he was bragging about having gotten you out of Maximoff's company. "I told everyone to go eat and drink since this is going to take a while."

Wanda nodded in understanding, and soon, the group was engaging in several conversations. She wouldn't admit that she was purposely avoiding talking to you, because that would be childish, but she certainly had no interest in the extensive engineering that Phastos was narrating about. During the entire interaction, Wanda couldn't help but keep stealing glances in your direction and having to bite her lips discreetly to avoid sighs as she found your equally intense gaze searching hers while you were talking to Druig or Natasha.

Soon the lights began to shine and the speakers announced that the Expo presentations were about to begin. Everyone was guided to their seats, and because you were from a different company now, you waved goodbye to everyone and joined Kamar Taj's table in the other corner of the room.

Tony Stark took the stage along with Lena Luthor and Bruce Wayne, as the giants of Technology, they were going to present the event. Stark had an automated flying car project, Luthor something about clean energy, and Wayne had urban social-ecological projects that Wanda was very aware of and interested in. But after a few long minutes, she saw her attention falling on you again.

A few tables ahead, commenting softly on the presentation with your new colleague Sersie, who, for Wanda's liking, was too close.

Wayne ended the presentation and told everyone to feel free to walk around to see the exhibit booths set up during the time the three of them were talking in the other part of the room - which the door was opened by staff as soon as he spoke - and left the small stage.

With that people began to get up and head for the other room to see what was new at the Expo, and Wanda made her way through the crowd.

She was looking at a smart city project when she felt a presence beside her.

"Are you avoiding me, Miss Maximoff?" Your voice made her body shiver, but Wanda didn't show it, without raising her eyes from the display, she continued pretending to be very interested in the small plaque with the project information as she commented:

"I am no longer your boss, so you don't have to call me Miss Maximoff anymore."

You bit back a smile, putting your hands in your pockets and looking in the same direction as the woman next to you.

"What should I call you then?" You asked.

"However you like."

Without missing a beat, you looked at her and questioned, "Can I call you my girlfriend?"

The display rack made a light clatter as Wanda tripped over her own feet with surprise and bumped into the item, and you giggled as you quickly moved one hand to the display - controlling the trembling caused by the impact - and the other to Wanda's waist to keep her from falling forward.

She tensed but then relaxed, and turned her head to you, nodding in appreciation for a second before putting a little distance between your bodies. You returned your hands to your pockets, watching her with curiosity.

"Did you mean it?" She asked after a moment, her eyes studying your face and frowning slightly.

Without answering, you turned your eyes to the model of the city in front of you, leaning a bit. "See that? I can imagine myself living in a place like this, Wanda. And when I do, I also imagine you at my side." You tell, and the woman swallows dryly, following your gaze to the little decorative houses. "I want it all, Wanda. You, and your boys, a house, and a dog just like those commercials. So, yes, of course, I meant it."

Wanda's eyes filled with tears, but she smiled, shaking her head slightly.

"Don't make me cry in public, dorogoya." She ordered with a tearful laugh that you shared. You moved closer to her and took your hands out of your pockets to help her wipe her face without smearing her makeup.

"You need to stop hanging up on people, sweetheart." You commented without stopping smiling, your hands resting on Wanda's cheeks as you wiped away the tears that managed to escape. "I had a speech on the tip of my tongue for you."

Wanda laughed again, shaking her head. "Is that why you bought the suit?"

You nodded, moving one of your hands to smooth Wanda's hair. "It's been a really fun week, darling. But it was time to stop playing games and say what we felt. And I am very much in love with you, Wanda."

The redhead looked like she was going to start crying again, so you smiled fondly before hugging her, enjoying the way she hid her face in your neck, breathing in your perfume for a long moment.

"Sorry, I ended up making a scene." You muttered, aware of the curious looks from some of the people closest to the interaction, trying to understand why Wanda was hugging you.

"I don't care about them." She retorted softly, pulling away to look at you. "I'm too happy for that."

You smiled tenderly, feeling your face warm. You stared at Wanda and then looked at her lips, and she mimicked the movement, making your heart skip two whole beats. You were leaning over when someone cleared their throat behind you.

"Sorry to interrupt, but it's time for your presentation." It was Druig, and he had a little smile much like the ones Natasha gave you as if he knew exactly what was going on before he arrived. You hesitated, but Wanda smiled.

"Go. I'll see you after it's over" She spoke and you nodded, moving closer to kiss her cheek, so close to her mouth that Wanda almost pulled you back, before walking off toward the stage.

If you thought Strange was bragging about having you, it was because you hadn't seen Thena talk about you to a room full of three thousand people.

As soon as Sersei made the introduction to "New Year at the Karmar Taj" Strange said he was going to present the newest addition to the group, you were on stage with Thena and Makkari. A dozen or so journalists in a row were released into the hall, and you felt a little out of place with so many cameras, but you kept smiling at the simple fact that Wanda was just a few meters ahead of you, looking at you with such tenderness that it filled your stomach with butterflies.

The thing is that Thena took the lead on the questions, and then, there was a hand behind your back, whispering in your ear about the press being too pushy and you had to be careful how much freedom you gave them. She was giving you advice, and you smiled in appreciation, and it was quite different from what Wanda understood.

When you met her gaze in the crowd again, it was like looking at CEO Wanda Maximoff after an investor meeting that didn't go well. Anger in her pupils and her jaw locked. You were worried right away, but you couldn't find any visible reason why she was suddenly upset.

The performance was over, and as soon as you came down from the stage, dozens of journalists were all over you, Thena, and Makkari. Her gaze met Wanda's - saying goodbye to Nat and Maria - before she stared intensely at you and turned toward the exit.

You struggled to dismiss the reporters and joined Nat next, completely confused.

"Hey, where Wanda...?" You started but the redhead gestured in the direction.

"Good luck." She wished and you only grew more concerned, saying goodbye to the two before heading towards the exit.

You found Wanda already outside, working on the car keys.

"Wanda, wait up!" You asked worriedly, quickening your pace to catch up to her before she got into the car. "What happened?"

"Nothing." She retorted between her teeth, not looking at you as she unlocked the car.

"Really?" You asked incredulously, and as soon as she tried to open the door, you shut it. "You're leaving without even talking to me?"

"You seemed busy enough." She retorted angrily.

"Is this about the Kamar Taj?" You asked confused, but Wanda rolled her eyes.

"Maybe." She said. "Or maybe it's about you being quite comfortable with your new boss."

Wanda tries to open the door again, but you hold it closed. "Are you jealous of Thena?"

With an impatient sigh, she stops struggling to open the vehicle and throws the keys into your hands. "Take me home."

She goes around the car and you let out a frustrated sigh, but open the door and get into the vehicle. The atmosphere is tense between you on the way, and Wanda is so quiet that you are truly incredulous at the whole story.

"You know that doesn't make sense, don't you?" You try after some time driving. Wanda makes no mention of answering, leaning toward the passenger door. It is already late afternoon, and she pretends to be paying attention to the sunset. You are really nervous about all this, and you start to babble. "I literally said I'm in love with you today. Do you really think you have any reason to be jealous of Thena, or anyone else for that matter? I've always been crazy about you, even when I was with Carol. And it took me a while to confess and even to realize, I get it, but what I don't understand is why you would be jealous because I'm..."

"Stop talking, baby." Wanda asked softly as she looked at you again, and leaning toward you, she kissed your cheek, and then your neck, her lips leaving a warm trail on your skin. Your breath hitched, and you squeezed the steering wheel hard. Wanda just smiled, one hand landing on your thigh, caressing the fabric in an up and down motion until you began to shiver at her touch. "I believe you."

"So you're not mad anymore?" You asked and received a wicked chuckle in return, Wanda's hand moving dangerously up your inner thigh but never where you wanted it.

"About that, no. Because it wasn't your fault." She says moving her mouth to your ear. She bites and plays with the lobe, drawing soft sighs from you. "But there are other things you need to be punished for."

"Fuck, Wanda, I'm driving." You retorted in an affected sigh, finding it hard to resist the urge to kiss the woman next to you.

"Tsk, those manners, detka." She comments pulling away from you, and you think you can breathe normally without Wanda so close.

"Well, excuse me, if I don't want to crash the car." You return causing her to laugh softly, and raise her hands in a sign of surrender before settling back against the car seat.

"Just so you know, every second I don't touch you, will be the time you won't be able to touch me." She declares causing you to widen your eyes.

"What...?"

But Wanda just looked at you innocently, a soft smile on her lips. "Eyes on the road, baby. Aren't you the one who said you didn't want to crash the car?"

With a sigh, you looked back at the track, cursing softly at the way Wanda was playing with your head. When you made mention of speeding up the car, she giggled. "No cheating."

"You are so mean." You complained in a sigh, and she bit back a smile.

"Detka, you have no idea" She assured, looking at you intensely, and you swallowed dryly when you noticed her hands moving into her dress.

"What are you doing?" You asked in a sigh, but Wanda didn't answer, pulling up a bit of the dress. You watched her out of the corner of your eye remove her panties and drop them on the floor of the car. Her hands went back up, now over the fabric, to the front of the dress, to her breasts.

"I love it when you play with them, dekta." Wanda confesses, fingers tentative around her covered breasts, but her breathing is already out of rhythm. "It's really a shame you didn't behave."

"Wanda, please." You ask, not even sure of what, you just know that your hands are shaking and the heat in your pants is making it very difficult to concentrate on driving.

"This suit, baby. You look so hot in it. You got me all wet." She whispers and chokes softly when her fingers find her own intimacy beneath her dress, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips next. Your whole body is on fire, and you grip the steering wheel tightly.

"Can I touch you? Please?" You ask but Wanda shakes her head in the negative, closing her eyes as she teases herself so intimately, you can only see the slight movement of the fabric and hear the rubbing of her fingers from the wetness.

"You can only drive. Isn't that what you wanted?" She merely teases, biting her lips as she finds the right rhythm and you let out a frustrated grunt, trying not to lose control of the car.

"How much longer?"

Wanda gave an affected little laugh, opening her eyes. "For me or for us to arrive?"

You locked your jaw, refusing to look at her because you figured it would help you not be so affected. "What do you think?"

But Wanda didn't answer, and you thought she was playing with you. You made the mistake of looking at her again, and almost drove off the road when you found her figure with one hand squeezing her left breast, her eyes closed tightly and her back slightly arched as the other hand moved frantically against her wet intimacy.

The soft moans escaping from Wanda were enough for you. With a smooth turn, you stopped the car on the roadside, and the loss of movement made Wanda open her eyes with confusion, but she was surprised by your mouth against hers, a deep, hungry kiss that made the question of what had happened fade from her mind.

She gasped against your lips, responding to the kiss with equal intensity. Her hand freed itself from her breast to tangle in your hair, pulling you to her. And by God, how Wanda had missed your lips. Her whole body vibrated, every cell screaming your name.

Your hand found hers under her dress and slowing the kiss, you gasped when Wanda bit your lower lip and gave a gentle tug before teasing: "I said you couldn't touch." She reminded you, but her voice was so husky and affected that you'd think she'd be angrier if you decided to move away now.

Deciding it was worth the risk, you just pushed her fingers away to replace it with yours.

Gasping at feeling her so hot and wet, you sank your fingers between her folds. Wanda kissed you again, now both hands on your shoulders as your fingers worked inside her, slowly stroking in the same rhythm as your tongues.

When Wanda began to twitch, and her walls tightened around you, you moved your thumb to her neglected clit, applying just the right pressure to make her break the kiss, eyes rolling to the back of her head as a strangled moan escaped her mouth.

"You feel so good, Wanda." You whispered against her jaw, trailing your kisses down her skin as you felt her squeeze your fingers. The redhead just sighed in satisfaction, and with a few more deep strokes, she arched her back and came with a whimper against your shoulder, spasming on the seat.

Gently, you stroked her swollen clit, overstimulating her, and met her dark eyes again.

"I'm sorry for disobeying." You asked softly, your free hand gently caressing Wanda's sweaty hair away from her face. "I can't help it when you are so irresistible."

She smiled, using one hand to tug at your tie and make you lean toward her. "Keep giving me those and I will forgive you every time, my dear." She commented, her lips brushing against yours and the feeling of your fingers deep inside her was still making you dizzy with arousal.

"It's a deal." You murmured before closing the distance between your mouths again.

–//–

Almost half an hour later, you and Wanda finally arrived at her apartment. Stumbling between passionate kisses and tugging at each other's clothes, you blushed very brightly when the building's doorman - who was dropping off some equipment in the garage - wished you both goodnight with a teasing expression.

Wanda pulled back, smoothing her crumpled, raised dress, and you used your body to cup her body as well.

"Good evening, Mr. Heimdall." Wanda greeted almost embarrassed, trying to look more presentable by fixing her hair. "We're just..."

"I know very well, Wanda. I'll call your apartment when your brother brings the kids over early tomorrow morning." Interrupted the man with a smile, and Wanda chuckled in appreciation.

"Thank you." She spoke and then entwined your fingers together and pulled you gently toward the entrance.

In the elevator, you raised an eyebrow at her about the interaction. Wanda just shrugged, muttering something about Heimdall knowing everyone in the building before she kissed you again, and you had no interest other than her lips at that moment.

When you finally entered the apartment, between kisses and panting, Wanda closed the door behind her and pushed you toward the bedroom, half your clothes falling off on the way.

You fell to sitting on the mattress, wearing only your pants and shoes. Your eyes darkened as you met an equally out of breath Wanda Maximoff in a loose, crumpled dress, raised to thigh height.

"Take it off." You ordered with a gentle tug on the end, but Wanda gave a devilish giggle, pushing your hand away.

"It's lovely when you think you're the boss." She teases, and you sigh as she pushes you by the shoulders onto the mattress, riding on your lap the next moment.

Wanda is all over you suddenly, her mouth devouring yours with intensity as she finds a smooth rhythm against your hips that makes you choke against her tongue. Your hands steady themselves on her thighs, but Wanda moves hers to entwine your fingers together until she guides your arms back to the bed, holding your hands against the mattress.

The delicious friction of your hips together makes you see stars as Wanda increases speed, but your hands itch to touch her. As you begin to struggle against the grip, Wanda breaks the kiss and stops the movements, getting a sigh from you.

"I think I need to cuff you." She commented against your lips, her dark eyes, and tousled hair. She looked absolutely stunning. You could only groan in return, nodding in agreement. Wanda smiled, releasing your hands only to guide them back to your hair, guiding the rhythm of the deep kiss she gave you before she pulled away all at once, getting up and heading towards the closet.

You let out a deep sigh, feeling all the places where Wanda touched vibrating. She was back in no time, cotton cuffs in hand that made you shudder with excitement.

"Take off your clothes." She ordered and waited for you to obey -which you did in record time - before adding, "Lie on the bed."

Nodding quickly, you moved to lie down on the mattress, now completely exposed to Wanda, who for her part was biting her lips as she watched you. Unhurriedly, she moved closer to handcuff you to the headboard, your hands clasped firmly by the cuffs.

"Do they hurt?" She asked sweetly once the items were locked in place. Her gaze was on yours again as she caressed the skin of your wrists.

"N-no." You replied hoarsely, blushing over Wanda's touch and gaze. "Please, keep going."

Your request made Wanda smile. She rose from the bed, and without breaking eye contact, moved her hands to the beams of the dress and with one simple movement, the garment loosened on her body and slipped to the floor.

The sight made a hot wet wave hit your lower abdomen and your mouth water for her. This time, the cuffs held back your instinctive reaction to move your hands toward her, and you grunted softly as Wanda smiled.

"Oh, dorogoya, what am I going to do with you?" Wanda asked more to herself than to you, moving around the room.

"Anything, Wanda!" You retorted in aroused frustration. "Just touch me at once."

"You forgot the magic word, baby." She commented, a wicked smile on her lips that made you shudder.

"Please."

Wanda hums in approval, moving to sit on your hip. You gasped when you felt the way she was warm and wet against your stomach.

Wanda watched you struggle against the cuffs, biting her lips as she did so. "What is it, baby?" she asked innocently, moving her hips down a little, dangerously close to where you were throbbing. The trail of her wetness on your stomach made your muscles contract, and a strangled moan escaped you.

"I really want to touch you." You replied affected, being able to hear your heartbeat in your ears.

"You should have thought of that when you disobeyed me so many times, don't you think, baby?" she asked, tracing her fingers down the valley of your breasts, scratching her way gently down. You gasped, your body quivering with pleasure and arousal beneath her. "And that way you touched me in the office? So inappropriate only to leave me frustrated for the rest of the day."

"I'm sorry." You asked but were paying more attention to the way Wanda's fingers kept descending. She smiled as she noticed your gaze, and brought her hands to her own thighs.

"Don't worry, baby. You can play, as long as you know the consequences." She guided, and this time, moved her hips against yours until your intimacies were connected. The contact drew a deep groan from both of you. "And for now, you owe me some."

Nodding frantically, you let out a contented groan as Wanda begins to move against you. She moves slowly, pressing your cunts together as she rides you, your juices mixing together. Her hands steady themselves at the level of your stomach, pressing her nails against your skin as she guides her movements against you.

The hot tightness in your stomach was growing and threatening to explode with each precise movement of her pussy against your clit, and you could no longer control the sounds as well as Wanda, who was having trouble keeping her eyes open as her climax neared.

"Wanda, look at me." You urged in a hoarse, affected gasp, now moving your hips in the same rhythm as hers. "I want to see you come."

She opened her eyes and you could no longer see the greens in it, the irises fully dilated as she kept thrusting forward. Wanda came in the same second you did, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her back arched as she spilled against you, her liquids running down your pussy and thigh. Her mouth returned to yours the next minute, a panting, messy kiss, as you tried to recover from your climax together.

You struggled against the cuffs again, your urge to hold her made you forget the items for a moment, and the sound made Wanda smile against your lips.

"Patience, baby." She asked biting your lower lip and giving a tug to pull away a little just to look at you. "We have all night for you to touch me."

You only responded with a frustrated groan as she pulled away again, legs slightly trembling from climax as she moved away to the head of the bed. You frowned in curiosity, only widening your eyes softly when you saw Wanda pull out of the drawer the rings you returned to her.

"How was it again that you said that day, dear?" She asked as she approached you once more, now sitting beside you as she placed the rings on her fingers. "How many fingers do you think I should use?"

She asked, her hand sliding down your body, the icy coldness of the metal in contrast to your warm skin made you shudder. "I'll bet you'll be tight with three, too."

Moaning softly, you merely looked down where Wanda found her way to your needy cunt. You were still vibrating from the last orgasm, but Wanda didn't care about that. She slid two fingers in with ease, and covered the loud moan you let escape with her own mouth.

The cuffs made a noise and the headboard shuddered as you began to struggle against the grip, Wanda's agile fingers finding your sweet spot with ease, and the slowness and depth of her thrusts making you spasm on the bed.

"God, you're so sexy." She praised watching you twitch and moan on her bed, feeling your soaking wet pussy pulling her in every time she withdrew her fingers. "Cum for me, baby. You can make a mess."

With a loud exclamation, you felt the tightness in your abdomen explode and your whole body vibrate as your climax came. Wanda watched you adoringly, the movements stopping smoothly as you spilled over onto her fingers.

She moved closer to your face, kissing your cheek and jaw before bringing her mouth to your ear. "Give me one more, baby. And I'll uncuff you."

Her fingers moved out, and then, she added the third as she slid in again. A throaty moan escaped you, sensitive from the last climax and the feeling of being so full. "Wanda, fuck." You choked, but she just giggled, her thumb finding your clint to stimulate it with circles and making you whimper.

"So tight, baby. You were right." She whispered huskily, her free hand in your hair. "Can I move?"

"Yes, please." You practically begged, and Wanda kissed your cheek before she began to move. At first, she went slowly, but soon, she was frantically thrusting against you, her out-of-pace breathing and soft praise against your ear in conjunction with her movements had you coming in record time, arching your back into the mattress.

"Holy fuck, that was..."

"Fuckin' incredible.." Wanda completed with a smile, causing you to let out a hoarse, affected laugh. She removed her fingers, bringing them to her own lips, and the image of watching her taste you with such satisfaction almost made you ready to start all over again.

Seeing the look on your face, Wanda giggled, moving to release you from the cuffs with ease, a soft exclamation of surprise when you wasted no time in grabbing her by the waist and pulling her on top of you.

Wanda smiled against your lips, returning the kiss with equal intensity. You kissed her slowly, your hands firmly on her hips while hers were entwined behind your head.

You stayed just like that for a few minutes. Kissing. It seemed almost as intimate as what you were doing before. And then Wanda pulled away, her forehead against yours and her breathing out of rhythm, smiling as she moved her hands to your arms.

"I love you." She confessed then, in a hoarse, heartfelt sigh. You swallowed dryly, opening your eyes to look at her, and waited for her to do the same. When her emerald irises met yours, you smiled.

"I love you too, Wanda." You retorted, your fingers caressing her skin. She smiled, so true and content that it made your chest ache with emotion. And then she kissed you again, softer than before, like a confirmation. You wasted no time in kissing her back, and also choked when she pressed your bodies together again, feeling her move instinctively against you.

It didn't look like you were going to leave that room anytime soon, but honestly, you weren't complaining.

–//–

When Wanda awoke, the apartment had a delicious smell of eggs and bacon.

She groped around on the mattress but found the bed empty. Opening her eyes in a mixture of sleep and confusion, she brushed her tousled hair out of the front of her face and looked around. You weren't in the room. All she found was a note on the headboard with the message "get dressed."

Grabbing the first set of clean, comfortable clothes she found in the closet, she made her way out of the room, frowning at the sounds of voices that were coming from the kitchen.

When Wanda reached the commode, she was taken aback by the image of her children - sitting at the kitchen table next to their uncle - and you, who was cooking and was responsible for the wonderful scent around the apartment.

"Look who decided to join us." Remarked Pietro relaxedly when Wanda walked in. The redhead was too shocked by the domesticity of the scene to say anything.

"Mom, your girlfriend is so cool!" Billy commented next. He raised his plate to chest height, fancy pancakes were there. "She knows how to make food with smiley faces."

You laughed embarrassedly, busying yourself with not burning your eggs while justifying only that your niece loved pancakes with cartoon faces.

"I..." Wanda began still dumbfounded, and Pietro laughed at her face, rising from the table with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Sestra, here to help clear your thoughts." He teases as he hands the item to Wanda, who rolls her eyes at him slightly.

She approaches the table, and after kissing the top of each of her children's heads, Wanda approaches you.

"Good morning." She whispers against your ear, kissing your cheek as she watches you finish your food.

"Good morning, Wanda."

"Did you sleep well?"

You smile, turning your face to her. "Like a baby."

"That's because you are one. My baby." She jokes, making you let out an embarrassed giggle. She kisses your red cheek before pulling away a little when you have to turn off the stove and serve the eggs and bacon on the boys' plate.

"We just invited Y/N to the night fair tonight, sestra." Pietro announces the next moment, and Wanda takes her eyes from you to her brother.

"Oh, that's nice." Says the redhead with a tender smile, impacted by the image of you making Billy and Tommy giggle with the faces on their pancakes.

"Mommy, can we go on the roller coaster?" Tommy asked next, and Wanda gave a nodding giggle.

"I want to go on the horror house." Billy retorted and Pietro let out an excited exclamation, giving a high five with his nephew.

"What about you and Y/N, Mom? Which ride-on toy do you guys want to go to?" Tommy asked.

Pietro didn't miss the opportunity to mock, "The kissing booth."

You laughed with flushed cheeks as the twins made disgusted faces, and Wanda moved to try to hit her brother, who wasted no time in running away from the other woman.

Amid laughter and teasing, you had your first breakfast with the Maximoffs. It wasn't your last meal with them, and you and Wanda definitely went to the kissing booth more than once.

In time, she would stop calling you her girlfriend, and start calling you something much better.

"Miss Maximoff, any comments on the recent Kamar Taj board promotion for your former employee, miss L/N?" Asked one of the pushy reporters standing at the entrance of the event to which Wanda was heading. She gave a little smile away from the camera flashes, but didn't take off her sunglasses.

"Mr. Kent, tell the Daily Bugle that if they want any statement from me about this, the first step is to start using her correct name." Wanda retorted without stopping walking, the reporters following her as far as the railing would allow. "My wife goes by Mrs. Maximoff as well."

The flashes became more frequent. "We thought the wedding was just a rumor!" Justified the man in shock at the first-hand story.

"A closed ceremony only. I assure you I am a married woman." Wanda merely replied, a short smile on her lips. The reporters frantically begged her to give more information but she just dashed into the event.

There was a crowd of people waiting for her to present the Maximoff Company's new project in conjunction with Eternals Inc. A large model of a city was set up on the stage.

Wanda twirled her wedding ring on her fingers, mentally reciting some of the rehearsed speech before approaching the stage.

Resigned Position - Chapters List

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

--//--

Yelena got carried away with movie nights.

You, Nat, and Maria barely stumbled into your apartment, chatting about work, when the girl approached you three with questions about what movie you were going to see, and what you wanted to eat.

Natasha laughed as she took off her shoes and jacket, telling her sister to take a breath.

"You girls can go ahead and pick the movie, I need a shower." You let out a tired sigh, wishing you could fall asleep inside the tub.

Several minutes later, the four of you were sprawled out in the living room - Yelena in the larger armchair with her feet up, Nat practically lying on top of Maria on the sofa, and you on the soft carpet, trying to organize the food on the table. The girls began a lively discussion about their choice of movie, and you laughed as you commented that your vote went to anything that wasn't sad.

"I want to see The Godfather." Natasha spoke up trying to steal the remote control from her sister, but Yelena grimaced.

"No way, I'm not watching Al Pacino for the fourth time this month in a row!" retorted the blonde, making you and Maria laugh.

Hill seemed more interested in removing the knots from Nat's red hair with her fingers, looking at her wife fondly, and you were more interested in the food.

"Let's just not watch Mafia for once, Natasha, my god!" Yelena asked aloud. "I think we should watch something dramatic, like all of you are all the time."

Nat rolled her eyes, laughing as she threw a pillow at her sister. The blonde deflected the blow to ask you:

"What would you like to see, Y/N?"

You smiled. "Something funny, maybe The Office?"

Nat let out a loud grumble from the couch, "Of course you wanna watch something about work after work!" She mocked, receiving only your middle finger in return, which made her laugh. "Y/N is officially off the voting."

You chuckled, shaking your head as the girls went back to arguing.

It took another fifteen minutes for Yelena to finally put on a romantic movie that neither of you knew, and silence hovered.

"That is so sadly straight." Natasha commented on the story, eliciting giggles from all of you.

"I said we should have put in something sapphic." Maria comments, receiving a grumble of agreement from her wife, but Yelena asks for silence.

A moment later, when the blonde in the armchair is practically asleep - Neither of you has said anything, knowing how exhausted Lena must have been from college - Natasha nudges you with her foot.

"How are things with the Hot Milf?" She asked and Maria giggled against her, while you made a confused expression.

"Who...? Oh." When you understood, you felt your face heat up, but you just rolled your eyes at Nat. "Don't call her that."

"It's not a lie."

You laughed, moving to throw a pillow in your friend's face. "I know, but you can't call her that. Just I can if I want to."

"Okay, okay." Nat chuckled hugging the pillow you threw at her. "Now tell me, how are things between you two?"

You sighed. "I think we had a moment today."

Maria frowned. "Did you guys have sex in the office?" She questioned making Nat snicker, and you quickly deny it.

"The image you have of me as a person is sad." You retorted with narrowed eyes, ignoring Nat's "but it's accurate" to clarify, "I meant we talked a little. But it was weird too. One minute she was sharing and the next she was pushing me away."

"What were you talking about?" Nat asked relaxed, and you shrugged.

"About you guys, actually." You told surprising them. "Wanda was astonished that she didn't know you were dating, much less married."

Nat gave a dry laugh. "That's news. She never once tried to find out."

"That's what I told her!" You commented gesturing slightly. "Then she said some things to me about not getting attached because people always leave, but she was evading the subject the second I asked more questions."

"Sorry, that sucks." Tasha spoke but you shrugged again.

"It's okay, I'm used to this Wanda." You say. "It was that vulnerable side of her that surprised me. I wanted her to realize that she can trust me."

"Maybe she just needs a little more time." Nat suggests, but before you can agree, Maria is adding with a frown:

"Or maybe it's not about time or trust." She says. "She talked about getting left, didn't she? Y/N, you didn't tell her the truth. Wanda still thinks you're leaving."

You widened your eyes slightly, and Nat murmured in agreement with her wife.

"B-but we could keep seeing each other if I worked somewhere else and..."

Nat gestured for you to stop justifying yourself, settling down on the couch. "We know that, but we're talking about Wanda. When was the last time you heard anything about her that wasn't work-related?" She asked, and you sighed, shrugging. "The answer is a long time ago. When she and Vision split up."

"Oh, that's right. Remember how Steve caught her crying at the printer when the papers first arrived? She seemed really upset back then." Maria commented.

"I don't remember that." You mumbled, and the redhead - now sitting down - patted the couch for you to come closer. She began braiding your hair as soon as you sat nearest her on the carpet.

"That was just before you were hired, dear." Natasha continued the story. "By the time you left mentoring, Wanda was already a divorced woman."

"And a control freak." Maria completed making Nat laugh softly.

"But it wasn't so bad when it started, don't you remember?" The redhead asked, to which the brunette next to her just shrugged, half thoughtfully. "I think it got worse during the child custody hearings."

"That I remember." You comment hugging your knees as Nat fiddles with your hair. "I didn't see her crying, but she seemed on the verge of a breakdown at any second. It was different from what you told, Wanda just looked enraged."

"I think any mother would be." Nat says. "Her ex wanted full custody, didn't he? I think I read in some magazine the coverage of what was going on. And Wanda won narrowly, they had several twists and turns at the auditions, it looked like movie stuff."

Maria let out a nostalgic exclamation. "Damn, you're right! I had forgotten how crazy the whole thing was. Remember when Wanda was away for a whole week, and the entire department found out about that gossip channel that was trying to film the trial? Everyone was in shock when she showed up yelling at her brother-in-law on channel 19."

You laughed faintly, remembering the day a little. It hadn't really been a funny memory, and Wanda sure looked pretty shaken up on TV. And just as stunning in her dark jacket, calling her ex-husband's family irresponsible drunkards who would put their children at risk.

"She got even more distant after that, didn't she?" you asked then, thoughtfully in your spot. Nat sighed.

"I'm not sure." She spoke up. "She was pretty busy, getting divorced, trying not to lose her kids, and saving the family business. It's not like she can prioritize her employees' personal lives."

"I know, but..." You began, trying to organize the memories properly. "I just know that at some point, she shouted it down completely. It was after the twins, but before..."

"Your nearly marriage." Maria completed thoughtfully as well. "Do we know if anything happened then?"

You shrugged, and Nat finished the last braid before commenting, "Even if anything did happen, our attention was focused on keeping Y/N from throwing herself off a bridge."

You made a face of false offense, then laughed. "I was sad, stop mocking me."

"I would never." Nat retorted with a chuckle.

"Do you think she would have attended my nearly wedding?" You asked a moment later.

"You invited her didn't you?"

"I invited everyone." You recalled with a humorless laugh. "That's why it was so humiliating."

"Hey, don't go there again." Nat asked tenderly. "It's over now. You are surrounded by people who love you and you are happy. Don't let those bad memories ruin your evening."

"Yes, ma'am." You joked, although you smiled in appreciation for Nat's words.

Yelena began to snore softly, and the three of you exchanged giggles before you moved to put a blanket on your roommate.

"Hey, your girlfriend is calling you." Nat warned when she caught a glimpse of your cell phone vibrating on the floor as you moved away to grab a blanket for Yelena. "And she's impatient." Joked the redhead shaking the device in the air, which was vibrating with the screen on, some text messages you didn't read.

You ignored the teasing to throw the blanket over Nat's face and pick up your cell phone, answering it only when you were at your bedroom door and walking in.

"Hey, Boss. What's up?

"You have something of mine." Wanda spoke from the other end of the line, making you frown in confusion.

"What? I'm sure I've turned in all the pendencies..."

"Dorogoy, don't test me." She warned low, her accent thick. And then you understood. With an affected sigh, you closed the bedroom door as you answered:

"They are my clothes, Wanda."

"Tsk, that's not how it works, detka." Wanda continued, the husky, serious tone of voice was making you shudder. "I said you had to earn it first."

"Too bad you weren't around to stop me then." You teased, lying down on your bed with your stomach up. Wanda gave a breathless giggle from the other side, and you grimaced curiously. "Are you okay? You sound like you're out of breath."

"I'm fine." She merely replied, and you were about to question when she sighed softly. "Keep talking, malyshka."

You gave a confused little laugh but obeyed. "It's funny that you call now actually, I was talking about you."

"Hmm, is that so?"

"Well, it was to be expected, I just can't get out of my head these days and I... I mean..." You fell silent in shame when you realized what you had confessed, but Wanda let out a faint laugh.

"I'm glad to hear that." She retorted and you smiled shyly. You thought about making a joke or continuing the subject, but Wanda let out a muffled gasp from the other end of the line that sent chills through your entire body at once.

"Wanda? What are you...?"

"Fuck." She gasped suddenly, and you understood. Her panting didn't stop after that, and your whole body warmed up in a mixture of excitement, surprise, and embarrassment.

Was Wanda really touching herself on the other end of the line?

"Dekta, keep talking." She asked, no, she practically commanded in an affected grunt that made you clench your thighs together.

"God, Wanda, you're going to be the death of me," You commented, your cheeks burning as you added: "Are you really doing what I think you're doing?

She only murmured in agreement, failing to contain a low moan that sent a wave of heat straight to your lower abdomen.

"Where are you now? Please don't say office." You continued, and she chuckled softly despite her contained sighs.

"I'm not in the company." She replied breathlessly. "I'm in the home office. I-I was trying to work and then I remembered... your taste.... oh...."

You groaned softly as you heard the sounds from Wanda. Now she was wet enough that the soft noise of her fingers friction could be heard in the background of the call. You could feel the wetness in your own panties, and you moved your fingers to your pajama shorts, wanting to relieve some of the aching in your core.

"You were thinking of me, then?" You asked in a whisper, closing your eyes for a moment as you touched yourself over your panties the same second a throaty moan escaped Wanda.

"I'm always thinking about you."

She confessed in a whisper, and you sighed, drawing circles on your clint over the fabric. "I think about your eyes, your mouth, your laughter ... but also ... I think about your breasts, your pussy ... tight and wet pressed against me."

A satisfied moan escaped your lips, the gentle pressure over the fabric no longer enough.

Wanda choked on the other side, just as you slid your fingers inside.

"Fuck, did you just...?" You gasped and didn't need a vocal confirmation because the gasping breaths on the other side were enough. A wave of wetness washed over you and you moaned low, stimulating your clitoris now directly between your fingers.

Wanda sighed, trying to normalize her breathing for a moment.

"Malyshka, you've already started touching yourself, haven't you?" Wanda then asked, to which you only replied with a mumble, having trouble keeping your eyes open with the feeling of your fingers working along your folds, teasing their way in. "Oh, sweetheart, you don't understand yet, do you? This is going to be your punishment."

"W-what?" you asked confused, but after a soft chuckle, the silence was your only answer. And it lingered long enough.

Wanda simply hung up on you.

With a frustrated sigh, you took the phone from your ear and stared at the messaging app open now. An angel emoji was all she gave you as a reply.

And without her delightful sounds on the other end of the line, you no longer felt like playing.

You were mentally cursing all the gods, and the woman you called boss when a knock on the door brought you back to reality.

"We're going home, troublemaker. See you at the office tomorrow."

"S-sure, Nat. Good night, see you both tomorrow." You retorted quickly, and when the footsteps became distant in the hallway, you picked up the pillow and pressed it against your face hard, grumbling in frustration and embarrassment against it.

One phone call and you had completely forgotten about your friends in the next room.

Wanda was driving you insane, had all that control over your body that was probably unhealthy, and still seemed to be enjoying it every second of it.

You needed to turn the game around.

–//–

To say you were frustrated was an understatement.

You barely slept last night, tossing and turning in bed between one wet dream and another, wishing that something, or rather someone, would help you with the throbbing sensation inside your pants.

If Wanda thought this would go unreturned, she was in for a nice surprise.

You got up earlier than usual, made a decent breakfast - which surprised Yelena - before going to work.

Your little revenge started with the clothes you chose. The bottom part was yours, but the blouse, although it didn't smell like her anymore, was the same one you picked up off Wanda's floor. Oversized and comfortable, and stylish enough for you to wear to work.

As soon as you took your place next to Natasha, she complimented your new shirt, and you could barely disguise your wicked smile, trying to pretend you weren't watching Wanda's door.

While your boss didn't arrive, the second part of your revenge began.

"[...] Miss L/N, I would love to welcome you to Kamar-Taj this week, shall we make an appointment?" Nat read the reply email in a mixture of surprise and confusion as you excitedly showed her your cell phone. "Sorry, I lost track of the story. I thought you were going to tell Wanda the truth."

"That was before she..." You cut yourself off, clearing your throat and taking the cell phone back. "I thought about at least knowing the place. It has nothing to do with her."

Nat raised an eyebrow. "Why don't I believe you?"

"Because it's not true." Maria commented from her own table with a teasing smile that made Nat laugh and you roll your eyes.

"Okay, whatever. Maybe I just want to cause a reaction and see her, I don't know, on her knees begging not to-"

"Who's on their knees and begging?" Steve interrupted with a laugh that Bucky followed and Nat laughed, finding it funny in the way you were blushing.

"No one!" You clarified clumsily. "You guys need to stop coming in the middle of conversations."

"Or maybe you guys should stop gossiping without including us." Bucky commented causing Maria and Nat to agree with laughter.

"Speaking of gossip, have you seen the Lamborghini in the driveway? I think the cool twin is in visiting us today." Steve commented as he placed the briefcase on his own desk, and you widened your eyes slightly.

"Pietro?"

"Yeah, he showed up here yesterday, didn't you see him?" Barnes asked, and you quickly denied, moving to the tall windows behind the tables.

From your floor, you could see the shiny red Lamborghini - and small only from this distance - standing at the entrance to the building.

"I wonder what he came here for?" Nat asked curiously, but the boys just shrugged.

Maybe you could include Pietro in your plan to annoy Wanda, but for the moment, you didn't know how. Besides, she was supposed to be arriving soon, and you were supposed to be pretending to work.

"Hey, do you guys know what you're going to wear to the World Expo yet?" Bucky asked casually, once everyone was seated.

"Yelena designed a dress for me and Maria." Nat muttered without taking her eyes off the computer. "Y/N couldn't make up her mind, right sweetie?"

You sighed, "Not really. Lena showed me some sketches, but I took too long and there wouldn't be time for her to get something done by the weekend. I think I'll borrow something."

"The invitation they gave us yesterday only said dress fancy, right? If you're considering buying your outfit, we'll go to the district together, Y/N. I need a suit, the only one I have was from a funeral, and I think that brings bad luck." Steve remarked and you nodded in agreement, before going back to answering your emails. One of them, scheduling your visit to the Kamar Taj.

–//–

Wanda was having an increasing migraine.

She had an excellent night. Relaxing, to say the least. She slept like a baby, dreamed of the girl she liked, and had a good breakfast.

And then her annoyingly pushy brother decided to show up at work.

She had barely gotten out of the car when she walked to the front door and caught a glimpse of the bright red, attention-grabbing vehicle at the entrance to the building. Her twin flirting with the girl at the front desk was the cherry on the cake.

"Good morning, Pietro, I don't remember us having an appointment today." That's what she said as she approached him in the lobby, smiling in greeting at the girl at the counter who quickly delivered some of her mail before making her way to the elevator, her brother giving the receptionist a wink before accompanying her.

"Good morning dear baby sister. We don't, I just wanted to pay a friendly visit." Declared the man smiling unbothered, causing the other to chuckle briefly.

"You drove downtown at rush hour just to say hi? As if." Wanda muttered, and was getting into the elevator next. She sighed when Pietro got in as well. "If you're here for what I think you are, you'd better give up."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Pietro retorted with his hands in his pockets, watching the floor indicator go up. Wanda shook her head slowly in disbelief.

"I have a team of twenty employees, over a hundred and fifty on the floor and almost half a million in the company. Do you really think that if you follow me around all day you will guess who the girl is?" Asked the woman in mockery, the elevator doors opening to reveal the sector.

Pietro hesitated only for a second.

"I have twin advantages. I just need to read your body expression and listen to my intuition, I'm sure I'll guess who it is." He stated, and ignored his sister's eye roll to smile and greet the employees on the way to the woman's office.

He was paying attention to the people around him, but Wanda was checking her mail on the way. Suddenly, Pietro chuckled, and she barely bothered to raise her eyes to him as she mumbled what he thought was funny.

"I just figured the difficulty would be greater, but it's as if the universe wanted things to be that way." He commented, and Wanda looked at him with a frown in confusion.

"What...?"

"Gifting your top-secret girlfriend with the blouse I gave you for your birthday is not the best plan to hide her you know?" Pietro interrupted with a winning smile, and Wanda's eyes widened, turning her face to look in the same direction as him, where you were picking some papers from the printer. "And I must admit you have great taste, little sister because out of everyone on my old team, Y/N was definitely the most interesting and fun."

"I-I..." Wanda stood in shock, both surprised to have been discovered and completely overwhelmed to see you wearing her clothes. And also wondering at the possibility of Pietro tormenting her for it. Her shock, however, only lasted a few seconds, she quickly raised a finger in threat to her brother, "Don't you dare embarrass her."

Pietro laughed, throwing his hair back. "I would never. But I have questions."

"Keep them to yourself."

"Not a chance." Pietro retorted and was already moving away to approach you, ignoring his sister's low protests.

You were startled when you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder but relaxed as you found Pietro's smiling face beside you.

"It's so good to see you again, Y/N! How are you?" He greeted gently, hugging you for a moment.

"Good to see you too, Pietro! I'm fine, how are you? How's California?"

"Warm and crowded, like New York, if you ask me." He returned making you smile.

Your expression hesitates a little when you meet Wanda's gaze, your stomach doing a complete turn, and your cheeks turning red almost in the same second.

Great, now Wanda turns you into a nervous teenager when she smiles at you. This is getting ridiculous.

Nodding politely as you murmured good morning to her, you cleared your throat and hugged the sheets you took out of the printer to give you some reassurance as you felt her gaze run all over your body from top to bottom.

"Hey, the last time we saw each other, you were dating a pretty blonde, what ending did that lead to?" Pietro asked suddenly, and you blinked in confusion for a second at the sudden change of subject.

Wanda gave him a not-so-gentle nudge, but he just grinned, his gaze on you waiting for an answer.

With a confused laugh, you commented, "Yeah, that turned out bad... We broke up a while after you left."

"Um, too bad, she was really pretty." He commented and you had no way of knowing it was just to annoy her sister, and just looked away half-heartedly.

"I think so."

"Well, it's her loss if you ask me!" He stated suddenly, trying not to make the mood of the conversation sad. "By the way, are you seeing anyone?"

Wanda was going to kill him. You just laughed awkwardly.

"If I didn't know you I would think you were interested." You sneered, getting only a sneaky smile from the boy.

"And that would be so unlikely because?" he retorted, leaving you speechless with surprise. Wanda frowned in indignation.

"Jesus, stop it! Y/N, I'm sorry, he's being an asshole. If you came here just to harass my employees I will throw you out myself!" Wanda warned angrily, but the man just laughed, raising his hands in surrender.

"I'm just kidding!" He defended himself with a short laugh. " By all means, that blouse looks great on you, Y/N. Where did you buy it?"

Wanda bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from cursing at her brother in the middle of the office, and you smiled at the man.

"Thanks, but it's not really mine." You spoke switching your gaze between the twins in front of you. "I picked it up by accident, but I think I'll keep it. I like it more than I thought I would."

Wanda stared at you intensely, almost forgetting that her brother was present for a second. That, until he let out a soft sigh.

"Lovely." He murmured. "Hey, are you going to the Expo this weekend?"

"Yes! Will you be joining us this year?" You asked, appreciating the change of subject because Wanda's gaze was making your legs wobbly.

Pietro smiled, nodding. " Yeah, I'm not going back to California until next month; I'm here to pick up Billy and Tommy to spend the summer with the best uncle in the world."He bragged sweetly making you laugh and Wanda roll her eyes with amusement.

"Well, best uncle in the world, people need to work, if you've said your hellos you can leave." Wanda interrupted with a warning tone, and Pietro chuckled, allowing himself to be pushed toward the elevators again. He made sure to tell you that he would see you at the exhibition before he walked away.

You went back to your desk with your forms, but before you could sit down, Wanda was back.

"Y/N, my office, I have something for you." She said simply, and you ignored the little smile Nat flashed at you to follow Wanda.

She entered first, moving to leave her belongings on the desk.

"Close the door dear." She asked, and you frowned at her serious tone. The room was dimly lit, the cleaning staff had left all the blinds down, and the windows in the wall were also covered. You thought Wanda was moving to turn on the lights, but she moved closer to you until your back was pressed against the door you just shut.

"You have something of mine."

She whispered, her dark eyes intense in your direction. You swallowed dryly, clenching your fists at the side of your body.

"Like I said, they're my clothes..."

Wanda let out a wicked little laugh, her hands coming up to land on your waist, your body burning even though she was only touching you over the fabric.

"Look who was talking." She murmurs, her fingers playing the edge fabric, some dangerously meeting your skin at the waist under the blouse. "It looks better on you, I admit, but I still prefer you with nothing on."

"Do you want me to take it off?" You challenged breathlessly, and she bit back a smile.

"Dekta, don't tease..."

"Only you can?" You retorted, feeling her squeeze your flesh gently. But you didn't back down, licking your lips to add, "Do you have any idea how I was after you hung up?"

Wanda denied with her head, her gaze on your lips. "Tell me."

You laughed affectedly, leaning your face until your mouth was at the height of her ear. "So fucking wet, Wanda. Tight and soaked on my bed when I could be dripping in your mouth."

Wanda groaned, one hand coming up to your neck and pressing you against the door, a muffled moan making its way down your throat as you met her dark eyes burning with desire, her face so close you could feel her breath against your lips.

"You can't say those things here." She warned in a husky, affected tone of voice, her lips brushing against yours.

"Why not?" you returned in the same tone, feeling Wanda's hand squeeze your neck lightly, and almost unable to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"It makes me want to fuck you so bad. And I can't risk doing that here." She explained, but she was closing her eyes, her breath panting against your lips.

"I can be quiet for you." You whispered, risking sticking your tongue out, teasing Wanda's lips, and drawing an affected sigh.

"We shouldn't.... the HR...everyone outside... " She tried to form some coherent sentence, but she was advancing against your mouth, and you closed your eyes at the same instant she kissed you.

You both panted against each other's mouths, your hands moved to Wanda's shoulders and neck, trying to bring her closer, pulling her into you, and she did the same, pressing her whole body against yours, the hand on your neck tangled to your hair, deepening the kiss as her tongue slid against yours.

Your legs turned to jelly, and you were grateful for the door support and Wanda's hand on your waist. You couldn't let go, wrapped in a mixture of arousal and longing, kissing hungrily and passionately, a pushing and pulling war between heavy sighs and muffled moans on each other's lips.

Wanda's hand began to reach up inside your shirt, making your body shiver, but you grabbed her hair, struggling to gain dominance in the kiss just long enough to distract her and move your hands down into her pants.

She moaned against your lips when your hand found her panties, tensing for a moment in surprise.

You took the moment to ask against her lips. "Were you like this when you called me?" your fingers teased her soaked cunt over the fabric, and Wanda choked against your lips, her hand returning to your neck to apply a little pressure, making you not forget that although you could touch, she was still in control.

"You said you were going to be quiet." She dodged your question, moving her kisses down your jaw and neck, earning a sigh from you as you began to move your fingers against her.

Wanda found a sensitive spot on your neck, and you had to bite your lips to hold back your moans. She smiled against your skin, and without warning, you pushed the fabric away and sank two fingers into her.

"Oh, fuck." She whimpered against your neck, the sound muffled by your own skin. You could still hear the footsteps of the other employees outside, keyboards, talking in the distance.

"Who's making noise now?"

She only bit your skin in warning, melting against you as your thrusts became coordinated on her clit, your thumb applying just the right amount of pressure as your fingers moved in and out of her soaked walls. Wanda whimpered with pleasure, the hand on your waist sunk its nails against your hip, and you moaned as you felt her clenching against your fingers.

She was so close, muffling her moans against you, and it was a real crime for you to stop, but you did.

"Don't you dare." She warned as she felt your speed slow down, and a hot and wet wave hit your lower abdomen, but you used your free hand to bring her face back to yours and kiss her hard enough that she could barely match it in the affected state she was in, stumbling away long enough for you to slide your fingers out.

The frustrated groan was muffed by your lips as she raised her hand to your wrist trying to pull you back but you were drifting away until you managed to open the door, and get out.

You definitely looked a mess, and your whole body was trembling, so you ducked your head and went as fast as you could to the bathroom, hiding in one of the stalls and trying to normalize your breathing.

Your fingers were soaked with Wanda's juice, and you brought them to your mouth, rolling your eyes in the back of your head as you tasted what you had missed so much.

In the office, Wanda closed the door as you left, her forehead resting against the wood as she tried to regain some of her posture.

Her whole body was buzzing, shaking, and aroused, and she had a meeting in ten minutes.

She chuckled to herself, still not believing your nerve to challenge her again. Not only that, touching her in the middle of the office, and still leaving her aching and unsatisfied behind.

This game had been going on long enough. Wanda had the impression that if she didn't have you in her bed soon, she might combust.

And you, well, you only managed to stop shaking almost half an hour later.

Resigned Position - Chapter Three

The Director of Human Resources was Mrs. Agatha Harkness, a woman with a curious personality to say the least.

Although she managed the entire personnel management area of the company, she was not known for her sensitivity with people. This turned out to be a very striking trait in her sessions.

Agatha organized a general public session - with twenty other employees, some of whom you were sure had committed some sort of harassment crime just by the expression you received when you entered - with PowerPoint slides and graphics.

It was the biggest bummer of your entire morning. Every minute of that meeting you were thinking of new ways to strangle Wanda, and it ended up going in another direction, and you had to force yourself to pay attention to the presentation or you would have trouble hiding your arousal at the thought of Wanda on top of you again.

To add to your dissatisfaction, when the meeting was over, Harkness said she needed to talk to you.

"Miss Maximoff asked me to look at your case closely." Declared the woman somewhat distractedly, her hands busy with several folders that referred to employee files. "She told me that the occurrence was something minimal, but that you were feeling a lot of pressure over the last few days, and that perhaps a greater number of sessions were necessary."

Biting the inside of your cheek to keep from cursing Wanda out loud in front of yet another staff member, you took a deep breath and forced a smile.

"It was a one-time incent, Ms. Harkness." You commented. "A misunderstanding, plus it happened outside the office, working hours, and under the influence of alcohol."

Your justifications didn't seem to mean much to the woman in front of you, who only muttered in understanding, and turned her attention back to her folders.

You decided to keep talking. "In fact, I myself have a few comments to add that I would like taken into consideration about Miss Maximoff."

That captured Agatha's curiosity immediately, a wicked smile almost appearing on her lips. You see, Agatha wasn't exactly a bad person. She loved her job, and she was the best at it. But if there was one thing she loved, even more, it was gossip.

"Come with me to my office, please. We can just talk before you decide whether to file a complaint," she suggested as she pinned the files firmly to her arm and waved you to follow her.

With a mischievous little smile, already being able to imagine Wanda's reaction to this story, you did so.

//-//

Wanda frowned in confusion when she heard the small commotion outside her office.

And as she got up to understand what was going on, she was even more confused to find her brother greeting the employees as if he were a movie star.

Pietro hugged some people, laughed with others, and waved to those farther away before approaching his sister, who was standing with her arms crossed at the door.

"What are you doing here?" she questioned suspiciously, but Pietro only laughed, kissing her cheek in compliment.

"I came to have lunch with you of course."

"I didn't invite you to lunch."

Pietro laughed again, throwing his hair back. "Come on, Wanda, let's have lunch together. You probably haven't had a decent cup of coffee, and I bet you're starving. We can go to that place you like in the industrial district."

"I'm busy."

"My treat." Pietro insisted, and his sister sighed in defeat.

"Okay, wait for me downstairs." She spoke, and gave the man in front of her a gentle nudge on the shoulder when he winked at one of the employees at the printer. "And try not to get a harassment warning on the way."

Rolling his eyes, he walked away to leave while Wanda went back inside the office to get her cell phone.

–//–

Many minutes later, the two of them were sitting at an outside table at Bistro Arpège, probably Wanda's favorite place in the business district a few yards from the company.

Pietro was pretending well that he had no second thoughts about that lunch. He asked about the boys, about school, about the company, and even ordered a rosé wine for the two of them - which Wanda refused because she was working, and scolded him for asking since he was driving - but couldn't keep up his pretense for much longer after dessert arrived.

"Okay, I want to meet her." He declared, and Wanda chuckled

"Absolutely not."

"What? Come on!" Insisted her brother, but Wanda just looked away to the street, tranquility in her expression as she chewed a piece of strawberry pie. "Please, Wanda. I've never seen you like this."

The redhead frowned her attention on her pie. "Like what?"

"Not sure what to call it." Pietro murmured thoughtfully. "Obsessed wouldn't be the word."

"Shut up." Wanda retorted with a laugh, making Pietro smile.

"I was going to say, in love, but it wouldn't be true the part about watching because I went to your wedding." Pietro argued, stealing one of his sister's strawberries and receiving a repressive look - which he ignored - about it. "That's different from Vis, too. First, he's a guy, and a real asshole one. Two, you haven't been involved with a girl, in what? Twelve years?"

Rolling her eyes, Wanda finishes chewing before answering.

"My sex life doesn't interest you, you know."

Pietro laughs. "Oh, so you've been trying with women again." He deduces, but Wanda doesn't bother to confirm. "Monica didn't tell me about it."

"Because it's nobody's business." Wanda retorted almost uncomfortably.

"Yes, but you know dad..."

"Jesus, Pietro, don't you think I'm past the stage of giving him explanations?" Wanda interrupts impatiently.

Pietro shrugs his shoulders, laughing awkwardly. "It's not about explanations, Wanda. It's just that he tells us to be careful with our public lives, especially for someone in his position. Come on, even I have my adventures in California, but I keep it all pretty private."

With an impatient sigh, Wanda nods for the waiter to bring the bill.

"The only person who came to bother me about this story was you." She declares. "And no, I'm not dating anyone and my relationships are none of your business, so, no, you can't meet her."

Pietro sighed in defeat, and didn't bring up the subject further, realizing that if he pressed at this point he might end up on bad terms with his sister.

As soon as the waiter brought the bill and walked away with his credit card, he asked, "Am I still welcome in the Company?"

Wanda laughed with a frown. "What? Of course! It's still your name on the door, and well, you're annoying, but I love you and always want to see you. Now, goodbye, I need to get back to work."

Spoke the redhead quickly, getting up with her purse to leave the restaurant. She didn't notice the mischievous smirk from her brother, who had just indirectly received the permission he wanted to keep appearing around. Especially at a certain congress that would take place in a few days of which he overheard one of the customers at the back table talking about when Wanda went to the bathroom.

He needed to meet the girl who messed up the life of the flawless Wanda Maximoff because he had promised himself that no one else would ever hurt his twin sister like Vision did right under his eyes. Pietro felt he owed Wanda a debt and making sure she was as happy as he was now was the only way to repay it.

–//–

Wanda knew something was wrong as soon as she met your gaze - and the persistent little smile on your face - on her way back from lunch. After the manner in which you left her office that morning, she expected you to be enraged with her for at least a couple of days, or until the sessions with Agatha were over. Or worse, until you accepted Stephen's offer and left.

But when she entered the floor, one of the few people who hadn't gone out to lunch yet was you, and the satisfied expression immediately fell as suspicious to her.

Wanda would have approached you, inquiring as to why you looked so pleased, but the woman waiting for her at the door made her change her mind.

Agatha was a very competent employee, but Wanda knew very well that she had to be extra careful with someone like her. Sighing almost unnoticeably, she approached to greet the director.

You were having a hard time hiding that you were indeed watching Wanda enter the room with Agatha, and of course, Natasha shared your curiosity about how that meeting would end, but the redhead was starving.

"Please, can we go to lunch now?" She questioned impatiently, and you let out a sigh, looking at the pile of reports delayed by the meeting with Harkness and back at your friend.

"I think I'll ask some takeout, Tasha, I still have so much work..."

"No, no, no!" Nat interrupted already getting up. "We promised to take our lunch hours completely when the project was over yes? No burying yourself in work, you need to take breaks."

"But I-"

"I'll tell Wanda!" She warned making you raise an eyebrow. "Or rather, I'll tell Agatha! You're on very good terms with company politics right now." Ironized the woman making you roll your eyes.

Maria returned from the sales meeting room and already had her bag in hand to leave for lunch.

"So, shall we go?" She asked and Nat patted you on the shoulder to get up soon, and with a sigh of defeat, you did.

You didn't miss the opportunity to take one last look at the figure of Wanda sitting in the armchair, listening silently and with a locked jaw to everything Agatha was reading to her.

"[...] Miss L/N agreed not to make formal complaints as long as you also attended sessions on Leadership and People Management that would ensure proper behavior with your employees." Finished the woman, and despite the impassive expression, Wanda could tell she was very pleased with the whole thing.

Tapping her fingers on the support of her chair, Wanda took a moment to respond. "Of course, Agatha. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, and for taking care of everything. Put that on formal record, and I will be more than happy to participate in the sessions with the HR people." The redhead forced a gentle smile, rising to shake Agatha's hand and lead her out.

As soon as the door closed, she let her forehead rest against the wood for a second.

Formal complaints, leadership review sessions...

Wanda smiled to herself. You are playing with fire right now; She should have known that even though you were leaving, you weren't going without shaking her life completely again.

–//–

Maria was not surprised to hear about you and Wanda, and it certainly made her wife slightly upset.

"I just don't think it's fair how you realized before I did that my best friend wanted to sleep with her boss and didn't consider saying, I don't know, 'hey honey, I think Y/N is having homosexual feelings about our manager!'

You almost choked on your lunch, and Maria was already chuckling softly.

"Jesus, Nat, I didn't know it was happening, I just imagined it could be!" The brunette justified herself, but Nat just grumbled.

"It's almost the same thing." She retorted, crossing her arms on the table.

"Do you mind not discussing my sex life in the middle of a restaurant? Especially where half the office comes for lunch." You asked in a low tone, and they agreed with a nod, although Wanda continued as the topic.

"Y/N passed on some complaints to HR this morning." Nat reported, and that surprised Mary. "I wish I could have seen Wanda's expression, but I was hungry enough for that to be in the background."

"Any chance she'll fire you for that?" Hill questioned almost worriedly making you laugh softly.

"No, it would be seen as retaliation." You say. "Besides this, I think she's under the impression that I'm gonna quit."

Maria raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why?"

"Because she has an offer from the Kamar Taj people." It was Natasha who replied with a proud smile. Maria's eyes widened and she let out an impressed expression, sharing her wife's pride.

"That's incredible, Y/N! When do you start there?"

Nat let out a wry laugh, which confused his wife, and you sighed before clarifying, "I'm not taking it."

"Wait, why not?"

You shrugged, setting your fork down on your plate. "I like working here. Wanda's not perfect, but she's the best I know. And a company where I work with more women than men, with all the benefits and the good salary? That's not something you find just anywhere."

"I thought Strange was going to pay you more." Nat comments distractedly and you sigh.

"He will, but it's not the same role." You comment. "Not to mention that the Kamar Taj doesn't offer the same health insurance, and I get the impression that they don't have diversity as a policy. We met their team at the last Tech Expo, don't you remember? All old, white men."

"Yes, it was a freak show." Nat retorts with a grimace that made you and Maria laugh.

"You didn't tell Wanda you're not quitting?" Hill asked and you bite back a smile.

"Of course not." You answer amused. "After the way she behaved with me? I'm going to put off that conversation as long as possible. If I can get her to beg me to stay it will be a bonus, a scene that improves my year one hundred percent."

"My god, you are terrible." Maria said between laughs.

"You'll need to be careful with Strange then." Nat warns after a moment. "You said Wanda found out through him, didn't you? If you're going to dismiss the offer, he's sure to end up telling her, maybe even at the upcoming convention."

"Damn, you're right." You grumbled getting thoughtful for a moment. "Well, maybe I can postpone my answer. He told me that the offer would be up until the end of the sales season, that is Wednesday. Maybe I can stall him...say I'd like to meet the company first or something. You know how these executives are, they love to show off. And I know Wanda would be even more nervous if she hear about me visiting the Kamar Taj..."

"A little devil I how I would call you." Nat commented getting a giggle out of you and Maria. "Your plan is great, just don't forget to invite me to your wedding."

Your face grew warm, but you gave a short laugh. "Stop it. It's just fun. After all, that's happened, she owes me one for putting up with suffering in her management for so long. And well, if she gets pissed off, the sex gets even better."

Maria laughed, but Nat made a face of disgust. "No talking about it during lunch, please."

You just laughed before going back to eating. With luck, everything would go according to plan, although it did occur to you, for a brief moment, that you weren't quite sure what you were planning, what was the point of all that game between you and Wanda. Doubts were pushed later when Nat mentioned taking you for your favorite strawberry cake at Arpège.

–//–

Minutes of work quickly turned into hours when Wanda concentrated on what she was doing.

It was natural for her. She became so wrapped up in her tasks that she forgot about the rest of the world.

Office hours had ended almost thirty minutes ago, but she still had spreadsheets to finish. And because her eyes were starting to feel heavy, she thought she'd better get some coffee.

Grabbing her cell phone to check with the babysitter that everything was okay with the kids, Wanda left the room, smiling at the selfie Rachel sent with the twins still in their soccer uniforms waving to the camera.

She raised her head when she heard the sound of someone sighing, and was surprised to find a figure with her head buried in a pile of reports, soft hair that she knew well.

Unhurriedly, she approached your desk, leaning her elbow on the partition and looking at your back for a second. Sleeves pulled up to elbow height, hair caught in a bun, exposing the skin of your neck, making Wanda remember what it felt like to bite and hear you moaning-

"Why are you still here?" The words made you jump out of your seat in fright, and then relax as you noticed it was just Wanda, and go back to typing.

"I had some pending matters that I don't want to delay me tomorrow."

"I thought you weren't going to work late anymore." She retorted studying you, but you only let out a short laugh.

"And what choice do I have?"

"If I put an extra appointment on your calendar, I would understand a delay in turning in reports. I wouldn't charge you for it." Wanda insists, but you look at her with a mischievous smile.

"You'd love it if I asked for an extra deadline wouldn't you?" You inquire in a challenging tone, causing Wanda to lick her lips. " Crawling into your office, begging for a favor."

Locking her jaw, Wanda clears her throat to push away the other ways she might like to imagine you begging. "It was just a suggestion."

You didn't lose your posture, swiveling your chair toward her and crossing your arms. "It must be frustrating for you, right, Wanda? Wanting me to submit so badly and seeing me succeed at even the most impossible tasks you demand of me."

Wanda choked softly, her eyes going down to her mouth for a moment. "I never wanted you to fail at anything, Y/N. And I don't mind if you need to ask me for help... But about submitting, that's inappropriate." Even she was not believing that she had managed to put this new barrier between you.

Your confident look faltered. But then you realized that Wanda was clenching her fists, of course, you did, and you smiled again.

"I think we're past what is considered inappropriate, Miss Maximoff." You defiance and Wanda muttered to herself, feeling hot and bothered. She wanted to lean down, kiss you so hard just to wipe that winning expression off your face, and maybe sink her fingers inside you, the only sensation she hadn't experienced yet.

But the office was not empty. And she was on thin ice. You were leaving - after threatening formal complaints if she didn't behave like a decent supervisor - and she still had at least two years of very well-buried feelings that Wanda didn't want out.

With a sigh, she adjusted her posture, adopting her impassive expression again. "Go home, Y/N. If you want to work on those damn reports so badly, do it from your bathtub or something."

You bit back a smile, and when Wanda made mention of leaving, you held her forearm gently, the touch almost making her give it all up, and sending a wave of gentle warmth to your center.

"All right, Miss Maximoff, I'm leaving." You began gently, your fingers tracing their way down Wanda's arm to play with the rings on her fingers. "I'll take the work to my tub, try to have a little fun while I do it... How many fingers do you think I should use?" You ask lowly, and Wanda chokes, watching you take off the first ring. "One? Maybe two..." The second ring comes off, and Wanda has to rest her other hand on the table, her heart racing in her ears. At the third ring, you bite back a smile, staring into her eyes, the pupils as dilated as hers. "I'll be so tight with three."

An affected grunt escaped Wanda, and she pulled her hand away, feeling her face heat up as she met your expression of pure victory, your eyes glittering with mischief as you fit the rings you stole from her onto your own fingers.

A janitor came whistling onto the floor, and Wanda took a step away, trying to clear her thoughts as you rolled your eyes and began to gather your things.

Just as you were ready to get up, Wanda leaned down, took your face by the cheeks, and kissed you so hard that you were thankful you were sitting down.

A moan escaped your lips, but she pulled away just as quickly, a devilish look on her face as she wiped the smeared lipstick off with the tip of her thumb.

"I want to see if you'll be able to cum without my permission." She challenged, and without diverting your eyes from her, you held her wrist to keep her hand on your cheek.

"I'll tell you how many times I did, tomorrow." You promised, moving your face to kiss the tip of her thumb that was wiping off the lipstick, and then walking away at once, leaving a rather frustrated Wanda behind.

–//–

Wanda was not used to this feeling.

To want someone so much that she would risk her whole life for it. Because, except for the boys, her career was her life. And at that moment, she was just thankful that you had turned your back, because otherwise, she would have fucked you at that table, in front of anyone else who took a chance in the after-hours. Screw the consequences.

But that didn't happen. She went back into her own office and had to pretend that she could ignore the growing aching in her center to work.

She did decent reports for forty minutes. Then she figured that if she tried an aspirin, she could forget about the last encounter and go home before seven. Opening the drawer without taking her eyes off the numbered sets, she groped the surface in search of the pills and gasped when she felt the thin fabric against her fingertips.

Fuck me.

Swallowing dryly, she looked down at the set of your clothes that she had left in storage. It was just a way to annoy you by not letting you take it back, maybe she could be selfish enough to have some of you when you left.

But now the little tease had backfired on her - like everything these days apparently - when she felt a warm twinge in her center, the longing to feel your body against hers.

Wanda found her mind wandering. Would you be home by now? Would you keep your word? Take the reports to the bathtub, and if you got too bored, run your hand down your body and bury your fingers right where she wanted to. Would you do this wearing her rings?

Groaning softly, Wanda got up to lock the door, and lower the curtains.

Another thing she didn't have much time to deal with was solo pleasure.

With work and children at home, it was almost an impossible task. If she wanted to, or worse, if it got to the point where she was pining for it, she always did it with a companion. One-night stands, nothing more than that, never someone to stay with, to get involved with.

She sat back in the armchair, one hand resting on her thigh while the other pulled your panties out of the drawer.

If she closed her eyes, she could still feel you. Clenching around her tongue. A sigh escaped her lips, and Wanda let her hand venture inside her skirt, teasing herself over the fabric of her underwear.

She murmured in satisfaction at finding herself so wet, and all she needed was to think of you for half a second. Even though she washed, she risked bringing the item up to her face height, inhaling deeply for any remnants beyond the faint scent of fabric softener she could get of you.

It was no longer there. Fuck automatic washing machines.

She returned the fabric to the drawer with a frustrated grumble, the circular motions around her clit was not enough.

She needed you.

To feel your body in hers, on top, underneath, wherever you wanted. Your taste, your smell, your sounds.

Fuck this. Wanda smiled to herself, removing her fingers from inside her wet, aching pussy. She teased you about being able to finish without her, but that backfired on her, too.

Not being able to cum without someone else. How pathetic. And that was exactly where she found herself at.

With a loud sigh, she decided to get back to work, frustrated or not, she had a company to manage.

--//--

Your visit to the Kamar Taj was being a complete surprise.

Not because they weren't expecting you - because they were, Stephen Strange welcomed you personally - but because you weren't expecting the changes that had taken place there.

In introducing you to the floors, Stephen mentioned that the company had undergone a complete restructuring over the past year. A management group, known as Eternals Inc, had taken over, and the director, Sersie, was making significant internal changes.

You noticed how now the vast majority of the staff were women (thank goodness), and how much more diverse everything was around.

"[...] And now I need to introduce you to Thena, who would be your direct manager here at the Kamar Taj." Stephen continued the guide, leading you into an open long-glazed room with a beautiful view of New York City. There were several tables occupied, and people chatting on poufs and coffee areas. He led you to the right corner, where a couple was chatting. "Thena, good afternoon!" Stephen greeted, approaching first to kiss the woman on the cheek.

"Strange." She returned his greeting with a smile, her gaze falling on you next. It was almost intimidating, and you swallowed dryly. "Hello."

"Y/N, this is Thena, our business manager. And this is Phastos, computer coordinator." Stephen introduced. "This is..."

"Y/N L/N." Thena cut in without stopping smiling, extending her hand to you. "We've heard quite a bit about you, Miss L/N."

"Only good things, I hope."

"The best." Phastos completed with a laugh, then greeted you. "We only hope to meet you at the Expo this weekend, what good news that you can join us early."

You smiled embarrassedly, muttering a thank you for the compliments, and Stephen set about continuing the conversation.

"I brought Miss L/N to meet the Karma Taj this afternoon. Hoping it will help her make her decision about joining our company." He told with a sympathetic smile and Thena looked back at you.

"Is there still any doubt left about it? This is the best place for someone with your skills and ambitions to grow, Miss L/N. Unless you have doubts about where you really want to go." She commented seriously, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

Phastos let out another chuckle. "Come on, Thena, don't be so serious. Wait for the girl to get used to things first before you start scaring her." He joked, lightening the mood of the conversation. He looked at you, and you saw only gentleness in his eyes. "I'm sure Miss L/N will make the best decision. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work. It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss."

After Phastos said goodbye, Thena was quick to do the same - briefly explaining what her duties would be in the company, the size of the team, that sort of thing - and then Stephen led you into a very nice office.

"And this, if you accept, of course, would be your place of work."

You widened your eyes slightly. "It's lovely, Strange. And huge, too."

He chuckled, walking over to the head table where he had a contract waiting for you. "The Maximoff company has been a place of growth and safety for you for the past four years, your first experience after college. Hesitation is a natural thing, Miss L/N." He commented, and you took your eyes off the view of New York that the huge windows allowed you to look at him. "But it's time to take the next step in your career."

You swallowed dryly, nervousness in the pit of your stomach. You approached the table to see the huge printed contract placed there, Kamar Taj's name embroidered in gold. With a sigh, you looked again at Strange.

"How much time do I get to make my decision?"

Stephen looked a little surprised that the tour hadn't completely convinced you, but spoke up, "I've already extended my deadline once, we're late with the business period. You are a really brilliant professional, but there are many of those in Manhattan alone. I need to make an announcement about my new manager at the Expo this weekend."

"So I have until tomorrow night?"

Stephen nodded, and you bit the inside of your cheek, looking back at the contract.

In the end, Natasha was right, you would rather go home and think before making a decision about this.

–//–

"Aunt Monica!" The chorus of excited exclamations from her equally energized sons upon seeing the other woman and running to hug her made Wanda smile fondly.

Monica still had her stethoscope around her neck, but she was already in regular clothes, and she bent down to hug the boys, greeting them with a smile and kissing them on the head.

Wanda moved closer to hug her friend briefly as well.

"Hello, dear, good afternoon." She greeted receiving a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi Sweetie, you look tired." Monica commented making Wanda shrug.

"You too." She replied with a smile, her hands busy with shopping bags for dinner. The twins hurry to open the gate to Monica's house and rush inside.

"I was doing one last check with Mom." She counters with a sigh, giving way for Wanda to enter first.

The Rambeau residence is one of the coziest places Wanda knows. And even though in recent years it has gained some medical artifacts because of the health condition of Maria - Monica's mother, of whom her daughter assists in the care - it is still a favorite place for Wanda to visit.

"And how is she?" Wanda asked received a sigh from her friend.

"Weak, but she's having dinner with us." Monica replied, now they were already in the living room. She picked up one of the bags and took it to the kitchen. "What are we having, by the way?"

Wanda smiled. "A surprise. Come on, check the kids for me please, before they start pushing buttons they shouldn't. I’ll take care of the food."

Monica nodded but held up a finger in warning, "Don't even try to divert the subject tonight, Miss Maximoff. I want to know all about your secret girlfriend."

Wanda laughed, her cheeks slightly warm as she took the groceries out of the bags and placed them on the counter. "I wouldn't dream of it, Miss Rambeau."

While Monica went to check on the kids, Wanda was busy making dinner for everyone. Humming softly, she lost her cell phone vibrating inside her purse.

Sometime later, when the food had already been consumed, and Wanda was laughing softly at her best friend's last comment, she found herself under the analytical gaze of two of the most important women in her life.

"Wanda, dear, Monica mentioned that you are seeing someone." It was Maria who initiated this topic in the conversation. She had a somewhat tired appearance, although the smile never left her lips. Only she didn't have a glass of wine, and Wanda raised her eyes to the living room where the twins were sitting on the carpet - sharing dessert and the video game control - before clearing her throat, and replying.

"I am." She said feeling her cheeks warm, from the alcohol or something else, she couldn't tell.

"That's lovely, dear. What are they like?" The older woman asked, and Wanda wanted to pinch Monica for the insinuating look she was throwing her way past the glass of wine, but just decided to keep the conversation going.

"She's nice. I actually met her at work." Wanda replied, and was a bit taken aback by the way Maria let out a small excited exclamation, straightening in her chair as if she wanted to hear all the details.

"Is that so? How interesting. What's her name? How old is she? Come on dear, tell me everything." Insisted the woman gently, and Wanda giggled softly and embarrassed. Monica took a final sip from her cup before filling more and added:

"Yes, Wanda, tell us everything."

She did. It almost amazed her how easily she could spend so many minutes talking about someone. Monica and Maria were impressed, to say the least.

"[...] Anyway, we haven't made anything official." Wanda concluded twisting her fingers on the table. "I'm her boss, and she's leaving. I'm probably just a fling."

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry." Maria commented to which Wanda merely shrugged. "It's always hard to hear that from someone you like."

Wanda let out a brief laugh. "Well, actually, she didn't tell me that." She countered, receiving a confused frown from the other woman. "It's just that we haven't talked about feelings. Yet. I didn't... Well, I didn't want to influence her decision."

Maria looked away from her daughter and they exchanged a look that was something like "Is she serious?" before Monica turned another sip of wine. The older woman giggled and reached out for Wanda's anxious fingers.

"Sweetheart, listen to me well." She asked. "Life is too short for certain hesitations. Believe me, I know. If you love someone, you tell them. It doesn't have to be a big scene of screaming at the top of your lungs or on a rooftop, not everyone is into that kind of thing, but definitely tell them. Don't waste time or chances. Do you want Y/N to make a completely fair decision? She needs to know that you care."

Wanda stared at the woman in shock for a few seconds. She tried to look at her best friend, but Monica had the same "do what she's saying" expression and all the redhead could do was sigh slightly.

"Okay." She spoke low.

"So?" Maria retorted with a smile. "Why are you still wasting your time?"

The redhead giggled nervously and squeezed Maria's hands a moment before letting go and standing up. "I'm going to..."

"Go. Call her." Maria completed without stopping smiling, and Wanda swallowed her nervousness to step away into the living room and look for her cell phone in her purse.

"Hey, Mom, can we stay longer?" Tommy asked as soon as Wanda reached the couch. The redhead agreed quickly, her hand reaching for the phone. And then she hesitated.

"Boys." She called out to the twins, waiting for them to look at her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Mom." They answered in unison.

"If... If I had a new friend, would that be okay with you two?"

Tommy frowned. "Like Aunt Monica?"

"No. Like..." Wanda swallowed dryly. "More like your dad."

"Ow, like a boyfriend." Billy completed with a chuckle that his brother shared.

Wanda laughed short. "Yeah, but, not a man. A girlfriend. Would that be okay for you guys?"

The twins exchanged a look, shrugging. "Sure, Mom. You'd be like Miss Swan." Billy spoke up.

"What?" Wanda asked confused.

"Our teacher. She only likes girls, and she's married to Mrs. Mills. The principal." Tommy explains the story. Billy nods in agreement. "They are very nice. Miss Swan makes the best jokes, but the principal always makes her face red and gets her quiet. It's really fun to watch."

Billy agrees with a chuckle, and the boys go back to playing video games as if they had talked about shopping and not something that took a giant weight off Wanda's back. The redhead sighed with relief and reached up to kiss her sons on the top of the head before walking away with her cell phone.

She received one last look of encouragement from Maria and Monica from the kitchen before heading out onto the balcony.

Wanda was surprised at the missed calls. They were from you. Messages of “call me when you can” and “I need to talk to you”. Slightly worried, she wasted no time in doing so.

You answered on the second to last ring. You were sitting on the rug, stroking Fanny's fur while Yelena cooked dinner for the two of you. Your cell phone was on the table, next to the Kamar Taj contract that you had spent the last hours reading and trying to make a decision about when you heard the little device ring.

Your curious expression turned to an exclamation of surprise when you saw Wanda's name on the screen.

"Lena! She's calling me back!" You warned your friend in the kitchen, who took her eyes from the pan to you with a smile on her lips.

"Then answer it, girl! Come on, the food will take a while yet." She spoke, and you nudged Fanny lightly in your lap, muttering apologies to the grumpy dog for losing your affections as you got up and headed for the balcony of the apartment. "Hey, be honest! No more games!" Yelena warns at last, and you flash her your tongue before leaving and closing the balcony door.

Your heart skips two beats before you answer.

"Hey." you gasp lightly.

"Hey, Y/n. Is everything okay?" Wanda's worried tone confuses you a little. But she quickly adds, "I had my phone on silent, I didn't see your messages till just now."

"Oh, no problem." You promptly say. "It's fine. I just...wanted to talk to you."

"And what did you want to tell me?" She asked, and you bit back a smile, leaning your arms on the parapet. The cold late afternoon air was not the reason for the slight blush on your cheeks.

"I'm not sure." You confessed in a low tone. "I guess...I just wanted to hear your voice."

"Well, here I am." Wanda retorted and you could tell she was smiling too.

There is a moment of silence between you. Just, listening to each other's soft breathing. And then, you are swallowing dry, and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before you tell. "Wanda, I... I'm already back from the Kamar Taj."

"Oh." She gasps slightly and clears her throat afterward. "And how was it?"

"Good. Very good, actually." You say pressing your fingertips together. "I liked it."

"That's... great." She commented, her voice failing briefly. You swallow hard.

"Wanda, I..."

"I need to tell you something." She interrupted and you frowned slightly, but let her speak. You heard a short, almost breathless chuckle. "Okay. There's no easy way to say it, so I'm just going to say it at once, alright?" She continued and you were starting to freak out because it was obvious that this is the time where she is going to end whatever it was you two have going on. Before you could say anything else, she continued. "Y/N, I'm in love with you."

Oh.

"I know, it's a lot." Wanda continued, oblivious to your little moment of shock on the other end of the line. "But I needed to be honest. And I am. I am in love with you. And I have been for a long time, and I put it away because I thought it wasn't right, it wasn't appropriate, or any other hollow excuse. But it's true. I love you. And you're right about this. It doesn't feel wrong. It's good, and it's wonderful. And I don't want to miss the chance to say it before you leave."

“You… love me?”

“I do.” She confirms and is smiling. You let out a nervous laugh, and then another. But then you frown. "Say something." She asks with your silence, but you are thinking.

"Wanda... You said a long time ago." You say, and Wanda is holding a confused expression on the other end of the line that you can't see. "How long?"

"I... I'm not sure." She answers half hesitantly. "Two years, maybe."

You give a short chuckle, feeling your stomach turn. You move to sit down on the couch on the porch because you have a feeling that if you don't you will faint.

"Y/N, I didn't say anything because I figured you didn't feel the same way. I didn't..."

"Wanda, stop." You interrupt her softly and she shuts up, sighing. "I need to know something."

"Anything. Just ask." She assures.

"Were you in love with me when you promoted me?"

"Y/N..."

"Answer the question, Wanda."

“Yes.” She replied and you sniffle softly, making her choke. "It was not like this! Please, I don't... It was an impartial decision." She tries, but you give an incredulous laugh.

"You can't say that."

"Yes, I can."

"No, you can't!" You retort tearfully, pressing a hand over your eyes for a moment. "You can't say with one hundred percent certainty that any of the things you've chosen me to do all this time don't have even the slightest connection to the way you felt about me."

Wanda was silent. Which only confirmed that you were right. She also had tears in her eyes, but she sounded much less affected than you when she asked "Are you angry?"

"No." You retort with a tearful laugh. "I just wish you had told me sooner. Like, way before. I would have said no to your offer to work on your team, I would have chosen another leader."

"Why?"

"Really, Wanda?" You retort incredulously. "Because I have no way of knowing if everything I've achieved to this day is my merit or your favoritism."

"You've earned it all."

"But what if I didn't, Wanda?" You insisted. "You cared about me. More than the others. You were paying attention to me more than the others. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

With a sigh, Wanda wiped away the tear that ran down her cheek and replied: "I do."

You sniffle again, trying to control your urge to cry. Wanda swallows dryly.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." She asks and you force a smile.

"Don't do that." You ask. "I'm not angry, I'm just..."

"Angry." She completes with a humorless laugh. "It's okay, you have a right to be."

"I just wish things had been different." You say and Wanda nods briefly, swallowing the emotion in her voice and sighing briefly.

"Me too."

You are silent for another moment before you wipe your face and comment, "Wanda, I have to take the job."

"I know." She replies, and only now do you hear the emotion in her voice. She gives a hoarse laugh. "I understand, I mean. I will...miss you."

"I'm leaving the company not your life." You clarify, and you are sure she doesn't believe you by the soft chuckle she gives. "Wanda."

"Don't worry about me, detka." She says. "I'll be fine. And so will you. I should go, it was nice talking to you."

"Wanda, wait!" You tried, but she hung up anyway.

That's an infuriating habit of hers.

You didn't call back, you didn't want to have another conversation with her over the phone. The next time you spoke to her, it would be face to face. Then she wouldn't be able to run away.

–//–

You went to Maximoff Company in the morning.

Your friends knew about your conversation with Wanda because as soon as you stepped off the balcony with tears in your eyes, a certain blonde was there to hug you. Yelena also held your hand while you called Stephen and said you would take the job.

When he hung up, you had no choice but a movie night to take your mind off things, and Nat, Maria, and Yelena were more than available.

Now you carried a paper box to get your stuff off your desk.

"All the paperwork is already done and the girls have already talked to the Kamar Taj staff, you can leave it to us to take care of everything." Agatha reported from beside you, she was holding her cell phone in her hand, and had been following you all morning since you went to her office to say you were leaving the company.

It was early, before the office hours had begun, so the room was really empty. You just nodded in understanding, your hands busy taking the pictures from your desk and putting them in the box. Agatha took her eyes from her cell phone to you, a thoughtful expression. "Miss, Y/N, may I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?" you retorted distractedly. Agatha went around the table to stand in your field of vision, a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Listen, I know it's none of my business but... I've noticed some interesting things." She began. "At first, I thought it was just in my head. But you see, yesterday I had a dentist appointment and had to leave early, and I found the elevator out of order, and when I went to ask the lovely girls at the front desk about it, they told me that Miss Maximoff was stuck together with another employee." She tells you, and you do your best not to show any reaction. "It's my job to know what my employees are up to, and I thought it was a coincidence that Wanda was out picking up her kids at the same time you left earlier, and when I asked them to turn the elevator back on, the cameras in the garage confirmed my suspicions."

"Hum." You merely replied, placing a picture inside the cardboard box. "I'm sorry, Agatha, I don't understand your point."

She sighs, moving a little closer. "Listen, I know she's difficult. But you can trust me. First the complaints, and now she approaches you in an elevator and the next day you resign. I'm not blind. If she threatened you, you can tell me-"

Your incredulous laugh causes Agatha to shut up and frown in confusion. You gesture quickly. "Look, Agatha, thanks for the concern, really. It was nothing like that. Wanda and I have had our differences in the past, but I promise she didn't threaten me."

“Are you sure, dear? This is a safe place. She won’t hear about any of our conversations.”

You give Agatha a tired smile, nodding. "Yes, Miss Harkness. I'm sure. Thank you."

Agatha sighed, and reached out for your forearm. "I always enjoy working with you, Y/N. You may be leaving, but know that you can count on me for whatever you need."

You smiled, nodding in appreciation. Agatha squeezed your forearm and walked away, muttering something about finishing things for you.

You have everything that belongs to you in the box, so while Agatha is busy on the phone, you go to Wanda's office.

It's empty and dark, and to be walking in there at that moment makes you a little uneasy. You go to the table, and trace your fingers over the wood for a moment, a short smile on your lips.

You take off the rings you borrowed from her, and place them on the table. Take one last look around the room before you leave and tell Agatha that everything’s ready.

–//–

With a heavy box in hand, you left the Maximoff company.

You were reaching for your car key when someone called your name.

"Good morning. Lucky to run into you." It was Pietro, he was wearing a blue blazer and was smiling so contentedly this time of the morning that you were quite ungainly not looking so excited back.

"Hey, Pietro, good morning." You returned, smoothing the box on your lap. He raised an eyebrow at the item.

"Don't tell me you got fired."

You chuckled short. "Actually, I quit it." You say, and he frowns. "What are you doing here?" You ask deciding to change the subject.

He doesn't seem to mind that and smiles as he says, "I'm meeting Wanda later, we spoke last night and she seemed a little upset. I'd like to take her out to lunch or something."

You swallowed dryly and nodded briefly. "Well, good luck with that. See you around." You said before taking your keys from your pockets and unlocking the car.

As you put the box in the back, Pietro put his hands in his pockets and sighed.

"I know about you two." He declared causing you to bang your head on the roof of the vehicle in surprise. Cussing softly, you turned to him as he closed the door.

"She told you?"

"Kind of." He retorted. "I'm a bit nosy."

You laughed. "Got it."

"Let's get some coffee." He suggested then, causing you to raise your eyebrow. "I mean it. I have like, a million questions."

With a sigh, you locked the car. "You know what, why not?" You mumbled and he smiled guiding the way.

Pietro took you to the business district, to have breakfast at Bistro Arpège. He insisted on paying for everything with the excuse that someone who just lost their job shouldn't spend money, and he didn't mind your justification that you were going to continue working at a different place.

The conversation flowed casually for long minutes, and only at dessert, did the subject come upon a certain redhead.

"Wanda loves that pie you asked for." He commented as soon as the waitress left with the orders. You frowned in surprise.

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's a sweet coincidence between you two." He comments, making you smile awkwardly.

"I guess."

He smiled before asking, "So, how are things between you two?"

You straightened up in your chair and played with the tip of your napkin as you answered, "I'm not sure. I don't even know if there is anything between us."

"Y/N, come on." Pietro insists, "Of course there is. Casual sex is a thing."

You chuckled awkwardly, feeling your cheeks flush. "Wow, Wanda told you about that?"

"She told me about last night too." He retorted somewhat seriously, his face appraising you. "She told me that she finally got the courage to say how she felt."

"Yeah, right after that she hung up on me. I guess the courage just wore off." You sneered bitterly, surprising him a little.

"Are you mad at her?"

"Was she the one who asked you to talk to me?" You retort to the question with another, looking at Pietro suspiciously. He sighs, softening his posture and expression.

"No, Y/N, of course not." He says. "I was going to surprise her at lunch. In fact, I have a feeling she'll be quite annoyed if she finds out I'm here. But I needed to talk to you because I want to know what are your intentions with my sister."

"Something between strangling her or yelling at her, I haven't decided yet." You remarked with a small smile on your lips, causing Pietro to laugh and shake his head.

"So you do care about her." He deduces and you sigh.

"Of course I do, Pietro." You say. "She's so complicated, and I can't stop thinking about her."

Pietro hums thoughtfully and remains silent as the waitress arrives with the desserts. You thank her for the food, and when you are alone again, he remarks, "I wanted to meet you because I don't want Wanda to get hurt again."

"Did I pass your test?" You ironically tease, biting into a strawberry after that, and Pietro gives a little chuckle.

"I haven't decided yet." He returns and you force a smile.

"Well, for your information, Wanda is the one who is walking on thin ice with me." You comment. "She was a tough boss, and I went through a lot of stress working with her. And yesterday I found out that there's a possibility that it was all for nothing because all along she liked me, so maybe I'm just not that good at my job at all." You confessed quickly, while Pietro listened to everything with a slight frown.

"I don't think that's the case." He said then. And you didn't raise your eyes from your candy, letting out only an incredulous sigh. "Wanda is more than capable of separating her feelings from her responsibilities. Believe me, she's very good at it."

He clarified, and because you clearly didn't seem to believe his words very much, he sighed and continued to speak: "I mean it, Y/N. I knew about you. When Wanda realized what she was feeling, I was the first person she called. It was late at night and I was worried because she never does that, but then she told me she had met someone." He tells and you took your eyes off the pie to the boy with a mixed expression of seriousness and nostalgia on his face. "She was scared. Insecure. She sounded like someone else. She was talking about this amazing girl she hired who was excelling so much that she couldn't help but notice. And when she hired you for her team and started seeing you every day, she realized that she was falling in love. Wanda was hesitant. She told me how you seemed to be the only good thing in her life at that period. With everything that had happened, the divorce and the child custody hearings. She got attached to you."

You listened to the story in silence, surprised at the new perspective. Pietro sighed, and took a sip of his drink before continuing:

"Wanda thought she was mixing things up. She was vulnerable at the time, and she figured that her fragility was what brought on those feelings. You were an employee, and you were engaged. When the wedding invitation came, it was just what she needed to come back to reality, you know?"

With a sigh, you waved to the waiter. It didn't take long for the boy to arrive at the table. "Please bring me a bottle of Lambursco di Sorbara." You ordered, and as soon as the waiter left, you said to Pietro, "This is too much. I need a real drink."

He gave a small laugh but didn't say anything about it. Soon the waiter brought your bottle of wine, and Pietro watched you pour a full glass and take a long sip.

With a satisfied sigh, you let out a short laugh as you looked at Pietro again. "You know, your sister drove me insane." You account humorously, perhaps slightly drunk. "So stubborn and controlling. And so demanding. The funniest part is that I loved it. I loved how much she challenged me. Pushed me. Every day, I just knew it was going to be an interesting time at work. I would wake up thinking about how to piss her off and go to bed thinking about what to say the next day. It wasn't until we, you know, that I realized that anger wasn't exactly the name of that."

"So you were in love with her too?"

You take another sip of wine. "I don't think I knew." You counter. "I knew she stressed me out. Affected me. And that if we were locked in the same environment for any length of time, the chances of me strangling her were high. But then... She kissed me. " You gasped slightly. "And I just kept thinking 'finally'. That's what I wanted. That... feels right."

Pietro smiles, resting his chin on his hand. "That sounds incredible."

You laughed short, drinking some more. "Oh, believe me, it's torture." You retort. "The thing is, your sister got me around her little finger, and she turned my life upside down. Don't recommend it."

He laughs at your confession, and you smile before finishing your first cup. "You are very pleasant company, Y/N. I can see why my sister likes you."

You tilt the bottle for a moment in his direction with a shy smile before filling your second cup halfway. "And you are indeed nosy, Wanda is going to be furious when she finds out you've been interrogating me." You joke, making him laugh again.

"Well, I think I'll take a glass of wine too." He comments, taking the bottle from the table to fill a cup for himself.

Soon you two are laughing more easily, and half loudly, sharing amusing stories. It is at Pietro's third glass that he asks, "I'm curious, but you can tell me to fuck off if you want, but why the hell didn't you get married?"

"Oh, that's a hilarious story." You reply laughing drunkenly. "Carol was cheating on me. Yeah, really funny, don't you think? I met her in college, we swore eternal love. Then on my wedding day, I find her grabbing the photographer behind the curtains."

Pietro was no longer smiling. But you were laughing because of the alcohol, despite your tear-filled eyes. "Y/N, I'm sorry..."

"What, don't worry!" You retort in a mixture of crying and good humor. "I saw it coming, you know? She told me how it was my fault, for only working all the time and never being home. And it's ironic how she always told me she didn't like how I was constantly talking about Wanda." You recount with a wry laugh, blinking the tears away. "Everything is about Wanda, you only talk about that woman. So it makes sense that she would have gone looking for someone who was so in love with her as much as I was with Wanda, doesn't it? I just wish she hadn't proposed to me and let me get on with everything while she was doing it."

You sniffled lightly, and Pietro reached out to hold your hand on the table. You laughed tearfully, shaking your head to control your emotion. "I'm sorry, Pete. I'm a mess. Crying during breakfast."

"Don't worry, and don't apologize." He assured you with an assuring smile, squeezing your hand gently. "You can talk to me anytime you want."

You gave him a sincere smile, your face slightly wet with tears. "Thank you, Pietro."

"Anytime." He assures. "Now, let's sober up, I need to take care of my sister-in-law right or Wanda will skin me alive." He jokes getting an embarrassed laugh from you.

Pietro asks the waiter to replace the bottle of wine - practically empty - with one of water. And as you turned the second glass over, he cleared his throat. "By the way, do you have any idea how to make things clear with Wanda?"

You frown slightly, and he chuckles as you clarify, "It's just that last night, she seemed certain that you wanted nothing to do with her. She really assumed that you leaving the company had a hidden meaning of not being part of her life anymore."

You rolled your eyes incredulously. "Jesus, that woman. If she hadn't hung up on me, I would have asked her out." You counter making him smile.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

With a sigh, you reply, "Now, I'm going home. Take a shower, walk the dog. And probably rehearse all my lines for the Expo, which will be in vain because every time I see Wanda my brain goes into short circuit."

Pietro laughs. "Got it." He replies. "Well, if it's any consolation, Wanda might look cool, but she's also a gay disaster."

"That's hard to believe."

"What? You have no idea." He counters. "She seriously dated only one girl in her whole life. It was a mess, and it didn't end so well, and she was so traumatized by it that she was limited to dating only men. That's why Monica and I were so surprised that she was trying with women again."

"Um, that sounds tough." You comment, and he shrugs.

"It was, I guess." He says. "But good thing she found you. Now you two just need to stop running in circles. Wanda took the first step about confessing feelings, now it's your turn."

You let out a short chuckle, nodding. "Yeah, I had a dumb plan, but I think you'll laugh if I tell you."

Pietro raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Tell me about it."

With a sigh, you reply, "I bought a suit. Like, a really nice one. The same color as her eyes. I thought it would be, I don't know, sweet. That she would notice."

Pietro gave a teasing smile, and you blushed, averting his face in embarrassment. "And what else?"

"I don't know, I didn't think that plan through properly." You justified yourself embarrassed. "I had a busy week. It was a stupid idea. Wanda probably won't even have time to look at me there."

"I think it's sweet." He retorts. "And I think it can get better."

You frown. "How so?"

He smiles mischievously. "Well, you two could match." Says the man. "I bet it will take Wanda by surprise. And it's sure to cause a bit of a stir. It's a very public display of affection to any observant eye."

"And Wanda will know that I don't want something casual." You complete, understanding the plan. "That I do want something real. And public."

"Yep."

"Pietro, you're a genius." You say and the boy shrugs his shoulders smugly. "Do you think you can convince her to use something that matches for the Expo?"

"Absolutely." He assures. "You can count on me."

Resigned Position - Chapter Two

Wanda was not in a good mood.

She cleaned up the whole apartment, put her cell phone on silent, and tried a brief guided meditation session that would take her thoughts off a certain employee.

Breathe through your nose.

The washing machine made a low sound - she clenched her jaw - and it was as if she couldn't ignore your clothes in there. It was washing away your smell. The smell that Wanda wasn't going to forget anytime soon. The fact that she even got to the taste when she-

Opening her eyes with a loud grumble, she gave up meditating. What time was it anyway? Had she really spent the whole day ignoring her unfinished business? What was happening to her?

Getting up, she finally checked her cell phone and frowned at the number of missed calls.

Dialing her ex-husband's number quickly, she waited for him to answer:

"Oh, you finally decided to remember you have a phone!" The male voice mocked angrily. Wanda ignored the teasing.

"What did you want, Vis?"

Vision gave a short laugh on the other end of the line. "I had a small emergency, I needed to get back to the company and-"

"You left the boys alone?" Wanda cut in indignantly, but the man just let out another chuckle.

"Of course not! I'm not a completely irresponsible father, you know." He retorted. "But I'm very surprised that you're worrying now because I tried to call you at least fifteen times and got no answer."

"I was busy, and it's your weekend, so don't try to blame your lack of interest in spending time with your children on me." She retorted between teeth. "Now tell me, who is taking care of them?"

"Well, I called Pietro of course, he was the only one available." Vis returned and gave a soft laugh. "He hasn't heard from you since last night either. What is it, Wanda, are you finally bringing one of your lovers home?"

Wanda laughed humorlessly, rolling her eyes. "That's none of your business, and we're definitely not going to have another fight about this matter. Don't bring the boys home too late, they have school early tomorrow."

"As you wish dear." Vis returned wryly, and Wanda bit her lips to keep from cursing at him, then hung up the cell phone.

Well, it was time to get back to the real world.

//–//

Across town, you were in the bathtub.

The water was getting cold, but you made no mention of moving, your knees against your chest, your hands hugging your legs and your eyes fixed on the whale drawing on the tile.

You heard someone come in, the door slam, and Yelena's voice followed, and then you recognized Natasha's. That was many minutes ago, they were talking in the kitchen, but the television was off and you knew your roommate was updating her sister on you.

How you arrived only in the morning, hair ruffled and hickeys on your neck along with tears in your eyes. How you stood in the shower for forty minutes and then had cereal for lunch. And after hours locked in the bedroom with headphones on, you said you were going to use the tub for a while to clean your head.

A soft knock made you take your eyes off the tile to the door, and a worried-looking Natasha Romanoff appeared in front of you.

"Hey."She greeted, and you wanted to cry again, but only shrank further into the water.

Nat sighed softly and closed the door as she entered and approached to sit in the corner of the tub.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, and you shrugged, pressing your arms against your legs. "It's just that I'm curious because Yelena told me that you didn't sleep here last night. And well, I'm sure our boss said she got you home safely."

Your eyes filled with tears again. "I slept with Wanda."

"Wait what?" Natasha was really surprised, and you felt your stomach turn. "H-how did that happen?"

"You see when two adults take off their clothes-"

Nat laughed, gesturing for you to shut up, and you gave a tearful laugh, playing with your fingers under the water.

"I meant, I thought you hated her." She clarified making you sigh.

"I hate her. Hated? I don't know anymore, my head is a mess." You confess closing your eyes for a moment. "But I know I definitely didn't hate the way she kissed me or touched me... But then, she went back to being the insensitive bitch she always is and told me to leave."

Nat sighed, absorbing the whole story. "So, she fired you?"

You denied with your head, and your friend frowned in confusion.

"So what's the big deal? You kept your job and still had a hot night with the most beautiful woman in New York?"

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. "I knew you were going to say something like that, girlfriend, you need to get over that headline."

Nat grinned, shaking her head. "Please, I keep that magazine on my desk just to annoy her."

You laughed again, moving one of your hands to wipe the wet hair off your face. Nat always knew how to make you feel better. The story about CatCo, a media conglomerate that once published a cover story with Wanda that was supposed to be about the company, but called her "The Most Beautiful Woman in New York" and mentioned dozens of times that she was getting divorced and entering the dating market for all options, caused a certain stir in the office for weeks. Of course, Wanda was furious that her contributions were diminished to her looks, but most of her colleagues were busier drooling over the cover photo - Wanda in a wine suit that made you choke softly on your coffee the first time you saw it - than over anything else. Natasha kept the magazine on her office desk just so that every time Wanda went to charge you, who sat next to her, the woman would catch a glimpse of the magazine and sigh impatiently, leaving with a grimace.

"Do you think you have feelings for her?"Nat asked a moment later, and you frowned in disbelief, feeling your heart soar in your chest.

"What? That's ridiculous! Of course not!"

Nat shrugged. "You just seem upset, I thought..."

"I feel used, it's different things." You interrupted with a warm face, turning back to look at the water.

"Why? Tell me what happened."

With a sigh, you told - excluding the part about the best sex of your life because you were under the impression Nat would drown you if you did - everything that happened the night before and the morning with Wanda. Nat got a thoughtful expression for a few moments.

"Yeah, I'm really surprised that I never realized that you wanted to sleep with her." She states with a laugh. "Because when I stop to think about it, it makes perfect sense!"

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, all those working late nights only the two of you, spending at least half your day saying she was driving you up the walls. Now I get it that it was in the other meaning, huh?" Nat teased, and although you blushed heavily, you threw some water on her in irritation.

"Shut up! It was never like that!" You defended yourself. "We never... I never thought of that before!"

Your friend giggled again, raising one eyebrow in disbelief. "Come on, Y/N, be honest with yourself. You're going to need to if you want to understand what you're feeling. Haven't you ever thought about messing up that perfect hair or breaking that confident posture of hers? Because I'm pretty sure I've caught you staring too much at the magazine cover on my desk. If you ask nicely, I bet she'll put that suit on for you-"

"God, Nat, shut up." You grumbled in embarrassment as your friend laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction which confirmed what she was thinking.

"I'm just messing with you, of course, but I mean what I say about sincerity." Nat spoke after another moment.

You sighed loudly. "I never thought of her that way! Wanda is the worst! She's so mean she makes me miss Pietro!"

Nat laughs, shaking her head. "Come on, you don't even believe what you're saying." She retorts. "You're just angry, and although you won't admit it, you seem hurt. Wanda is a pain in the ass, but comparing her to Pietro is a low blow. You know she saved this company."

With a sigh of defeat, you mutter that Nat is right. Before you were hired, the company was doing very poorly. The Maximoff Group has two large subsidiaries, their managements divided between the siblings. Wanda ran the original branch in Sokovia, but her twin brother, Pietro - Nat's former boss - was bankrupting the place with his lack of interest in managing anything. So Wanda's younger sister Lorna took over the leadership in Sokovia and the other moved to New York, where she practically rebuilt the branch from scratch. You interacted with Pietro for brief months, the man was a talker and loved to spend money and travel, but work was not his strong suit. He was not a bad person, just a terrible boss. He left the company a year after Wanda took over, deciding to follow his vocation as a fortune heir. Many corrupt employees were fired, and one of the new hires was you. It has been difficult years precisely because you had to start over and save the company, mistakes could be deadly to that.

"I'm not saying that Wanda is right about the way she treated you." Nat resumed, "Just that maybe you could be a little empathetic to her? See, she came to a new country, took on her brother's mistakes, and saved a company from bankruptcy in less than two months. She made sure that almost half a million people weren't left unemployed, and she needed a team that worked well enough to do that." Nat argued thoughtfully. "Yes it is, I hate the way she may have pushed you too hard, but it's like she said, it wasn't just bad times was it?"

You shrank back against the water, hugging your legs tightly and resting your chin on your knee. A flash of memories flashed through you.

Take-aways from your favorite dishes that always arrived without your asking when you stayed late at the office, exchanges of reassuring glances when you were about to take over a meeting, proud smiles when a step was completed.

The stolen glances, touches, shy compliments. It was all there, right under the annoyance and petulance, the way you wanted her to be proud of you but also test the limits with her. See the way her jaw locked if you question an order, how she would react if you said no. Which button you could press to drive her over the edge.

How would she react if you admitted that just like her, you’ve thought about being in her bed for just as long as she has?

God, you’ve been falling in love with her all this time.

"I think I'm going throw up." You gasped suddenly, worrying Nat as you stood up from the tub suddenly, but nothing came out. You were just feeling terrible, and heartbroken.

Nat handed you your robe and waited outside until you built up some courage to join her in the living room.

Yelena was working on her sketches for college - she was in her junior year at NYU - and just looked at you for a moment before going back to drawing.

Nat offered to prepare dinner for you, and you sat on the kitchen stool while you watched her cook.

"Have you thought about Strange's offer?" Nat asked as you started working on the masa. You sighed, leaning your arms on the table.

"I don't think I'm going to take it." You spoke making her frown in confusion.

"See what I'm saying? One minute you say you hate working for her, but when you get the opportunity to leave, you don't wanna go for it."

You laugh, shaking your head. "Okay, Nat, I admit it, I don't hate working for Wanda." You retort with weariness in your voice. "She's demanding, but that's exactly why I became the best coordinator in that building. No one there understands the processes more than I do. And the company is amazing, okay? Wanda let me take on a high-risk project, trusted my work, and gave me all the resources I needed to make it. Everyone is competent because she keeps everyone in line."

Nat let out a short laugh, impressed by your confessions. "So you admit she's a good boss."

You sighed. "Yes, but that's not all." You replied. "It wasn't any of our faults that her brother almost destroyed the company, but in some ways, she acted like it was. Although she is extremely professional, she needs to learn to see us as people, that we are not going to function as machines all the time. God, Wanda is... infuriating. The way she doesn't listen! Stubborn! Controlling! How she always has to be right!"

"Is that all you think of her, dear?"

You feel your heart miss two beats, and you deny it with your head. "I think she's the most brilliant woman I've ever met. So assertive, smart, and works so hard for everything and never lets anyone doubt her or her team's ability. She has our backs all the time. And I am..."

"Gay, in love and horny for your boss, we got it. Would you mind being quiet now? I'm trying to work here." Yelena cuts from the living room making Nat chuckle while you blush.

"Sorry sis, we will be quiet." Natasha warned with a giggle. Yelena always got impatient in the end-of-semester periods, and you wouldn't want to get in the way of her grades.

"I never said I was in love." You muttered grumpily, and Nat bent down on the counter to get a wine bottle.

"Honey, you don't have to, it's written all over your face." She commented pouring a glass for you. "Then you'd better start thinking about what you're going to do because I wouldn't want a Danvers situation to repeat itself to you."

With a sigh at the mention of your latest disastrous love disappointment, you picked up the glass and turned all the liquid over in one big gulp, making Nat laugh. "Me neither, Tasha."

–//–

To the delight of Wanda's nerves, it wasn't Vision who brought the boys, but Pietro, relaxed and animated as always in a basketball court outfit that indicated he had just left the country club.

Billy and Tommy ran into the apartment excitedly, throwing their sneakers on the floor but coming back to pick them up as soon as Wanda shot them a warning look.

"How was your weekend, my loves?" The woman asked sweetly, kissing each of their hair.

"It was awesome!" Billy replied excitedly.

"Uncle Pietro took us water-sliding! We had hot dogs for breakfast, ice cream for lunch, and cake for dinner!"

"Wow, juvenile diabetes what an incredible thing." Wanda scoffed softly, gesturing for the boys to go shower and pack up for school.

Pietro reached over to hug his sister tight, commenting that a little junk food is just what they needed before throwing the car keys on the counter and heading to the kitchen.

"They have a food chart, because they are in the child development stage, Pietro." Wanda justified with crossed arms, following her brother around the commode as the twins went back to their rooms. "Principally Billy, you know he with the anxiety he shouldn't eat so much sugar and-"

"I was doing you a favor, you know?" Pietro interrupted without really sounding angry, just not in the patience to listen to a lecture. Wanda fell silent and sighed.

"Yeah, I know. Thank you for that." She spoke, and her brother eased his posture, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, I love spending time with them, it was no problem." Pietro retorted. "But I am curious about what you were doing. You always stay in alert mode when the boys are away with Vision."

Wanda hesitated, looking away.

"I had someone spending the night." She confessed and her brother widened his eyes, a teasing smile appearing on his face that made Wanda blush.

"My, my, who would have thought it, Milf Wanda is back on the market." He mocked and his sister let out a loud grumble, threatening to throw one of the oranges from the countertop at her brother's head, who just laughed, leaning over to grab a bottle of beer from the fridge before taking it. "I'm just messing with you, little sister. By the way, I didn't know you were dating."

"I'm not."

"Are you using Tinder? Monica didn't tell me." He replied confused, taking a big swig of beer.

"That's because Monica is my friend, not yours. And no, I'm not on Tinder." Wanda clarified, moving to grab a pad and place it under the space Pietro was propping his beer on the counter. "It was just one night."

Pietro narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"But do I know him?"

Wanda sighed, checking to see if she could hear the boys preparing the tub. She lowered her voice as she said:

"It was a girl, and no you don't know her."

Pietro laughed impressed, "I didn't know you were going to try it with girls again. Especially after that story about the secret crush on the girl from your office."

Wanda rubbed her forehead lightly and then gave a humorless laugh. "Actually..."

"Oh my god, it's the office girl!" Pietro deduced excitedly and in shock, and Wanda rolled her eyes, feeling her face heat up.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Are you kidding me? Have your secret crush has finally been matched? How did that happen?" He peppered her with questions, but Wanda shook her head, repeating that she wasn't going to say anything and that she needed to help the boys with their shower.

Pietro tried to prick her all night - until Wanda snapped and sent him away - but he couldn't get anything out. He made a mental note not to forget the subject, and when he got home he asked aloud "Alexa, make an appointment. Lunch with Wandy tomorrow at her work."

–//–

Your Monday seemed like an ordinary day for about thirty minutes since work started.

None of your colleagues mentioned the bar, and you didn't see Wanda when you arrived. Natasha went out to get you both a cup of coffee, and you were almost believing that everything would be all right and that the drunken night would be in the past when a notification from your calendar came up on your computer.

"Miss L/N,

You have been assigned to Best Corporate Practices with the human resources department. Please add this event to your calendar [...]"

You stopped reading the invitation with an indignant sigh. Looking beyond your desk, no one else among your colleagues seemed to have received anything of the sort. Tilting your head, you tried to look into Wanda's office beyond the glass partitions.

Your stomach flipped as you caught a glimpse of her exposed legs circling the room - which had its blinds lowered - indicating that she was on the phone.

You could feel your irritation growing. This kind of training is something that should be talked about among leaders, but of course, Wanda would just assign you to behavioral training and ignore you completely.

Nat returned to her desk with two mugs of coffee just as you were closing the notebook and getting up.

"I brought..."

"I'm going to kill her." You interrupted in an angry voice, but low just so Nat could hear you. "Not even a skype message to warn me about HR! I'm going to kill her and you can be my witness about how she was asking for it!"

"Y/N, don't you think it'd be best to wait...?" Natasha started but you were already marching towards Wanda's office.

You entered without knocking, receiving a frown from the woman inside, who was still on her cell phone. Ignoring that the way your heart missed two beats at seeing her directly again, you closed the door behind you, gesturing that you needed to talk to her.

"No, Mr. Wayne, the agreement covered only the expenses provided for in the contract..." She continued on the call, clearly impatient and with a certain intent on keeping ignoring you. You let your gaze circle the room, the photographs, the unfinished breakfast on the table, the open drawer with lingerie, and wait what?

Widening your eyes slightly, you choked when you realized it was your clothing. Folded and clean in the top drawer. Your face grew warm, and you cleared your throat, turning back to look at Wanda, who was already looking at you. Her face was impassive, her tone of voice serious. One hand was holding the phone, but the other was twirling the rings on her fingers, and you swallowed dryly, blushing, even more, when she caught you staring and smiled a little.

"I'll call you back in five minutes." She warned on the line before hanging up her cell phone and turning her attention back to you. "Do you need anything, Miss L/N?"

Oh, yes, about that other thing.

"Corporate Practices, Wanda? Really?" You accused angrily, and the woman in front of you sighed slightly but did not lose her posture.

"I told you I would take an attitude about your behavior on Friday."

"It was a party!" You defended yourself incredulously. "Outside the office! Where half the staff was drunk and to which you were not invited!"

Wanda rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the vibrating cell phone in her hand. She started to answer some texts and you let out an incredulous laugh.

"Are you really going to ignore me right now?" You retorted incredulously, and Wanda raised her gaze to you again, frowning.

"First, keep your voice down, don't forget where you are and who you're talking to." She warned approaching you. "And I'm not ignoring you, I just have a company to manage. And now, I also have to make sure that the respect and credibility I've earned hasn't been broken by your little tantrum in front of all your colleagues!"

Wanda was close enough for you to feel her breath against your cheek, the ragged breathing from irritation only made your legs tremble, and you were grateful to have the support of her bookshelf behind you.

"You could have talked to me before..." You try in a husky voice, looking up and down her lips and her eyes. Wanda lets out a short laugh.

"Yeah? When exactly? Before or after I took you to bed?" She challenged, her lips brushing against yours as her free hand rested on the side of your head.

"Maybe after you say it was a mistake." You retorted affectedly, shrinking back against the bookshelf. Wanda swallowed dryly.

"I never said that."

"You said it was wrong, it's the same thing." You snorted, and she chuckled breathlessly, her eyes so dark you could barely recognize the green in them.

"It's wrong for you to name-call me in front of my team. It's wrong for me to take an employee, especially one that I lead directly, to bed. But this here..." She began, and bringing her mouth closer to yours, she brushed your lips together again, but this time, pecked with a gentle pressure that made you sigh, until she bit your bottom lip and tugged provocatively, pulling a soft moan from your throat. "This right here is the most right I've felt in a long time." She confessed in a hoarse voice.

You sighed, ready to confess the conclusion you came to over the weekend about your feelings, but her cell phone rang and Wanda muttered softly putting distance between you again to answer.

"Get back to work and don't be late for your sessions with Agatha. You'll get in more trouble if you do." She warned seriously before answering the call and you clenched your jaw in irritation.

She sat down at the desk, again ignoring you, and you moved closer again. Your hands went to the drawer, but when you tried to grab your clothes back, Wanda held your forearm with her free hand.

"One second, Wayne." She warned covering the cell phone with her shoulder and looking at you, her hand firmly on your skin. "You can take it back when you learn how to behave."

Your indignant sigh was completely ignored as she went back to talking on the phone. With a roll of your eyes, you pushed her hand away and turned around, walking out of the office at infuriated paces.

"Did you kill her?" Nat asked as soon as you approached the table. You started to gather your things because the session was your first appointment of the day.

"Not yet, but believe me, I have some ideas." You retorted angrily.

Nat laughed but asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

"Oh, haven't you heard? I need to review my training on proper behavior in the work environment. Which is a funny thing, because when I had my little moment of anger I was out of the office."

"She set you up with Harkness? Jeez, dirty trick." Nat commented understanding the whole story quickly.

"She thinks I'm gonna apologize, but she can sit and wait for it." You retorted with a sigh, laptop and notebook in hand. "I have my list of behavioral complaints about her management as well. If I'm going to participate in something like this, so is she."

"That will be interesting to watch." Natasha commented with a smile. "Hey, say hi to Maria for me. She's just finishing delivering our wedding paperwork to HR."

You nodded in agreement and walked off toward the floor of your appointment.

--//--

Resigned Position - Chapter Six

You sure pushed your luck with Wanda.

For the rest of the day, she didn't even look at you. All the orders came from other people, all the tasks were given by email. She barely stayed in her own office, her schedule busy with meetings, and you had to pretend you weren't paying attention to it.

Nat found your lack of concentration amusing, remarking to her wife that if you carried on like this it would be interesting to witness Wanda firing you.

When the work day finally ended, you tried to ignore the urge to go and knock on Wanda's door just to say goodbye and accompanied your friends to the business district.

You and Steve needed clothes for the convention, and Bucky, Maria, and Natasha were happy to judge your attempts at choice.

"Rogers, I think you should try something blue." Nat commented from outside the fitting room. The two of you had been trying on clothes for a few minutes, and neither had found anything that fit. "To match your eyes you know? Yelena taught me about those things."

Steve just muttered from behind the curtains, accepting the dark blue suit his friend picked up for him.

You were in an almost personal dilemma. You had tried on a few outfits, and even tried on a short-cut dress that made you feel completely awkward, and now you were in your underwear facing the mirror, doubting if you were even going to go to a party at all.

"Y/N, honey, can I come in?" Maria asked from outside, and you sighed, not taking your eyes away from the mirror to agree. "Hey, did you pick something out?"

You denied crossing your arms over your stomach. "I don't feel right in a dress, but I don't want to wear jeans, and I just can't wear shorts at the party. That's too hard, I'm not going anymore."

Hill gave a soft chuckle, thoughtful for a few moments.

"We can try some other things..."

"She could wear a suit!" Steve spoke from the fitting room next door, and you felt your face light up as if the idea was the brightest of all.

"Steve, you're a genius!" You returned high to your colleague next door. Moving to find exactly what you had in mind.

Several minutes later, you were leaving the store with more bags than initially planned, but at least everyone was satisfied with their purchases.

Nat and Maria suggested you guys go to the night market, and you were more than excited to for some street food.

–//–

"[...] And then he told me that you were dating a girl from the office and I thought it was a joke, because as your best friend you surely would have told me."

Wanda smiled awkwardly at Monica's words, the phone pinned between her shoulder and ear, as she stirred the delicious mixture that should be her and the boys' dinner.

"Mon, I'm sorry, okay, it's a new thing. Actually, I don't even know if it's a thing." Wanda retorted. "I didn't tell you because I don't know what it means, and well..." The redhead looked back, checking to see if her kids were distracted enough by the cartoon in the living room, lowering her voice to clarify, "I didn't want to go around blabbing about who I was having sex with. You know I'm not like that."

“I know, but you can also tell me stuff, Wanda.” Mon insisted, sounding a little bit hurt by the whole thing. The red knew it was because the other had the impression that she didn’t share anymore, and she’s was probably right. “In fact, Pietro said it was the same girl from two years ago. You didn’t mention you still had feelings for her.”

Wanda let out a groan, switching her cell phone to the other ear, and covering one of the pans. "I don't. Fine, I do. Maybe. I just..." Taking a deep breath, she leaned her back to the sink, with her free hand she twirled the ring on her finger, smiling to herself as she remembered that you were with the other three missing. "Two years ago it was just a stupid crush. She was also getting married, and nothing ever happened between us. I thought I was getting things all confused, but she joined my team, and well, on Friday she slept here."

"Wow, that's a lot." Monica commented thoughtfully. "I didn't even know you were trying with girls again. Especially after Jean-"

Wanda cleared her throat, interrupting "Yeah that's in the past, I've been with different people, casual dates. Nothing ever meant anything."

"Until now." Monica deduced, and Wanda was grateful for the hot pots because she could blame them if the boys noticed the redness on her face.

"Yeah." She muttered, feeling her stomach full of butterflies.

"Honey, if you like her, why don't you make it official?"

She suggested, receiving only a humorless laugh from the redhead.

"I am a divorced woman with two children. Not exactly what other people are looking for in a relationship."

"Now you're just being hard on yourself." Monica retorted seriously. "A brilliant woman who happens to have family already. It didn't work out with Vis, doesn't mean it won't work out with anybody else, or that you're not someone who deserves the chance to start over and be loved again, Wanda."

With a shy smile, the redhead murmured “I know I deserved a second chance, but I also know she can do easier than me. Someone with less baggage. Besides, I think she might feel the same way, and I don't want to use that to influence any decision."

"What do you mean?"

Wanda sighed. "I know she is attracted to me, we have been together after all. But I don't want that somehow, that attraction to influence an answer. Y/N should make this decision alone, if she wants me, and that includes my children, my complicated family, and everything else, I want her to tell me. I don't want to pressure her in any way."

"That might even be chivalry, but if you don't make things clear between you two, you could end up getting hurt." Monica insisted. "This isn't the first time you haven't been honest about how you really feel about this girl, but now you really have her in your life. If you don't talk to her, she might just think this is just a casual thing. Don't forget that you're still her boss, she might be having as many doubts about what it means as you are."

Wanda sighed thoughtfully. "I hate it when you're right."

The other woman just laughed, and the redhead could hear the sound of traffic signaling that her friend was still on the street.

"I think you two should have a heart-to-heart, communication is never a bad thing, Wands. Especially if you really want this girl in your life."

"Of course I do, that's kind of obvious, isn't it?" Wanda retorted with a tired sigh, taking one of her hands to her hair to toss it back. "She's been a constancy in my life since she became a part of it. Always around, a reminder of what I could never have. And then, she was leaving, and I thought, maybe, I could be a little brave. I looked for her to ask her to stay, because, despite my feelings, she is one of my best employees. But I saw her hanging out, so comfortable and almost reachable outside the office, that I thought, maybe I can tell her what I didn't have the courage to say two years ago."

“But you didn’t.”

Wanda let out a humorless laugh. "No, I found her cursing me in front of hundreds of people." Wanda recounted. "It was like a bucket of cold water. I felt so helpless. I've been trying not to be in love with her for so long only to find that I got to the point where I could make her hate me."

"But she doesn't hate you, she was just angry and drunk. You were a tough boss to her."

"Yeah, I know," Wanda replied with a weak smile. "That weekend was really tricky. She cursed at me, and then she kissed me back. And when she left my apartment, she said it didn't feel wrong. And now we have some kind of cat-and-mouse game that is driving me insane. I've never wanted to be with someone so much, I feel like a teenager, sneaking kisses around corners."

Monica giggled on the other end of the line. "My, my, I've never really seen you like this. But this is amazing, Wands! Someone who makes you feel that way? It's not something you find every day. I really hope you guys could clear things up between you, make it work."

The sound of her children fighting over the remote control made Wanda look across the living room with a sigh, before warning, "Mon, I have to go, the twins..."

"Okay, honey, don't worry. I'll talk to you when I get back, just another twenty-one hours." Mon commented making Wanda laugh before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Conversations about feelings would have to wait.

–//–

Wanda was very surprised to find you on the empty floor.

She arrived almost two hours earlier on Thursdays because she took the kids to soccer in the afternoon, and left before the workday was over. She was used to the silence of the company at seven-thirty, the few employees were the cleaning staff and the morning receptionists.

But today, there's also you.

Distractedly taking the items out of your backpack to start the day, and Wanda for a second allowed herself to believe that you had come in early to see her, but the idea seemed absurd and even childish to her, so she pushed it away as she approached her desk.

"You're early."

Startled for just a second, you turned your face to Wanda, smiling as you said:

"Hey, good morning."

The redhead smiled too, admiring the way you suddenly seemed almost shy, your hands firmly gripping your headphones against your chest. Wanda returned the greeting, and with a curious tone, added: "Why are you here already?"

"I'm fulfilling some hours, to leave early this afternoon." You explained vaguely. "I warned HR yesterday and..."

Wanda gestured quickly. "I'm not arguing. Just curious."

You let out a relieved sigh, returning the headphones to the table and twiddling the fingers of your hands. "I have an appointment."

"Is it a date?"

With a short laugh, you raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Wanda licked her lips, her evaluative gaze on you as she put her hands in her pockets. "I'm just asking."

You bit back a smile. "What if it was a date? Would you be upset?" You challenged, your gaze bright in mischief. Wanda wasn't going to fall for that game again, she was still considerably frustrated by the previous afternoon.

"My employees' personal lives are no disrespect to me." She replied simply, the cold tone would make you shudder if you didn't remember the feeling of her soaking wet and clenching in your fingers. With an incredulous chuckle, you crossed your arms, leaning back against your desk.

"So you wouldn't mind if I was seeing someone else?"

Lifting her chin, Wanda retorted, "As I said, your personal life-"

"I will go to the Karma Taj." You cut, watching all the micro reactions on her face, from hesitation and surprise, to the way her jaw locked as she realized that maybe this was worse than you going on a date. Without losing your relaxed posture, you continued, "I'm meeting the company, talking to Stephen about his offer to me."

"Pretty brave to say that to your boss's face. Nearly cruel." Wanda commented seriously, she seemed torn between strangling you or starting to cry, and the two things seemed too overwhelming.

"I don't think so, actually, the way things happened between us, it seems natural for me to look for other opportunities, don't you think?"

"What I think is that if you're going to leave, do it at once. Don't keep playing games with me." She replied would be and your confidence faltered, the hurt hidden in Wanda's eyes surprised you immediately.

"I'm not playing games with you." You defend yourself, but Wanda swallows dryly, shaking her head.

"Let's just...not talk about it here." She says while noticing some of the cleaning staff who could overhear this conversation. "Good luck with your interview." She wishes before walking off toward the room, leaving you completely confused behind.

Figuring that this was just a new way Wanda found to mess with your head in return for leaving her the other afternoon, you decide to get to work.

Natasha arrived at the office much later, laughing along with Maria as they both carried sweet doughnuts in their hands.

You received a kiss on each cheek from them, smiling distractedly as you said "good morning," your eyes focused on the email you were writing, and your mind far away, reviewing all the moments with Wanda so far.

As soon as your friends were seated, you took your focus from the computer to the red next to you.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Nat chuckled, exchanging an amused look with her wife while Maria just continued eating her donut.

"You just did." She joked, but you gave only a weak smile, your brain running on a thousand thoughts for the moment. "Sure, Y/N, go ahead."

"How was it...or what changed, when you two made things official here? Y-you just had to sign a few things, right? Did nobody get in trouble? Because I was watching some videos about it, just out of curiosity, one was about that Asgard case of the owner's son and one of the employees and how they lost credibility and then-"

"Y/N, slow down." Nat interrupted in a mix of concern and amusement, looking at you. "Breathe, honey. What are you talking about?"

"I think Wanda is mad at me because maybe she thinks I'm just playing games with her and don't want anything serious."

Nat frowned slightly. "And you do? Want something serious, I mean."

With a sigh, you replied, "Yeah, I guess so." The confession seemed to rip a giant weight off your back, and Nat smiled at you. "B-but maybe I pushed too hard, and now she thinks it's just sex, and that I'm really leaving."

"And instead of talking to her, you spent the morning researching about work relationships that ended in disaster?" Maria deduced and you nodded upset. With a wry chuckle, she shakes her head as she adds. "Really, Y/N? That's like the worst thing you could have decided to do.

"Well, I needed to look at all the possibilities!" You defend yourself. "Did you know that in some places in California you automatically get fired if you start dating someone from work?"

Nat laughed. "What...?"

"Or that in many companies it is considered a form of sexual harassment that ends in the immediate dismissal of both of parts and-"

"My God, where did you get that stuff from?" Nat cut in by placing her hands on your shoulders. "Like I said, breathe. None of this is going to happen to you or Wanda."

"Yeah, but..."

"No, Y/N, I mean it." She insisted. "You're overthinking things, as usual, just take a deep breath. You two are adults, and it was all properly consented to."

You nodded, trying to calm your anxiety. Maria finished eating and grimaced thoughtfully.

"Maybe Y/N does have a point, actually." She began, ignoring her wife's wide-eyed look of warning. "Wanda is your direct leader, and just got you promoted a few weeks ago, plus you led a project that much of the company was interested in. We know you and we know how much you deserved it, but if a relationship with Wanda went public, it might not look like a good thing to..."

"I don’t feel so good." You interrupt, standing up abruptly, and heading towards the restrooms. Nat stands up, worried, and mutters a "really, babe?" to her wife who just shrugs a little guiltily before following you.

You leaned on the sink, trying to normalize your breathing. Everything you had worked so hard to achieve could fall apart. Besides, Wanda would be impacted as well. You imagined her in a courtroom again, as angry as she would have been years ago. Would she look at you with the same disappointment she looked at her ex-husband?

A hand on your shoulder made you jump in fright, but meeting Nat's concerned expression, you relaxed.

"I'm fine." You tried in a weak voice. "I just need...a minute."

Nat nodded, massaging your shoulder. "Honey, try to concentrate on my voice. Get out of your own head."

"No, Nat, that's exactly where I need to be. Thinking things over, because..." You start, voice thick with emotion. "I guess I didn't realize what I was really doing until now. What happens if I really want to be with her? Could it cost us our jobs? After everything she accomplished, demanding that she choose..."

"Y/N, come on, let's get some fresh air."

On your way to the outside area, you bumped into Wanda coming out of her office, a neutral expression that immediately turned to concern as soon as she saw your tear-filled eyes.

"Y/N, what happened?" she asked, and you just shook your head, moving away before you started to cry in front of her.

No one seemed to have noticed the small commotion, the office full and busy, but Wanda met Maria's gaze watching her wife carry you out, and swallowed dryly, torn between asking about you or not, not wanting to cross any lines but infinitely unable to ignore her concern.

Her cell phone was vibrating with the reminder of the next leaders' meeting - which you arranged for her yourself - and Wanda swallowed dryly, and went the opposite direction from where you left.

–//–

The long minutes you spent outside with Nat helped you to calm down, but brought no solution to the problems you had created in your head.

Natasha insisted that you not make any decisions without thinking things over first, preferably at home, after a warm bath and a good dinner. You liked that idea better than having another panic attack at the thought that you could ruin your and Wanda's career with a simple confession.

In the afternoon, you collected your belongings two hours earlier than your colleagues, smiling in appreciation at Nat's grip on your pre-breakfast before getting up to leave.

A certain redhead was turning down the hallway from the sector meeting room, also in the direction of the elevators, and you bit the inside of your cheek as you looked away to the floor while waiting for the floor indicator to stop.

Wanda didn't stare at you either. She waited beside you in silence and entered after you did, her gaze on her cell phone. You cleared your throat clumsily, and ended up moving at the same time as her to press the button; your hands touching before you took a step away, muttering apologies.

Wanda let out a short laugh, putting her cell phone away and pressing the button for the garage floor.

"You haven't changed your mind then?" She asked as soon as the doors closed, looking ahead.

You frowned. "Why would I change my mind?"

"Maybe because of what I told you." She retorts without hesitation, and it is your turn to let out a short laugh.

"You didn't tell me anything. Just dropped accusations, and left without explaining what your words really meant."

You watched from the corner of your eye as Wanda's jaw locked, and relaxed the next moment. "I know what you're doing."

With a tired sigh, you asked: "And what am I doing?"

"You want a reaction from me. You won't get any."

"Because that would be awful, wouldn't it Wanda?" You sneered impatiently, turning your face to look at her. "What a horrible thing if I knew you actually care about me!"

Wanda was surprised by your little outburst, turning to you with a confused expression. "I never said that-"

The elevator doors opened, and she fell silent, crossing her arms and putting a little distance between you.

You didn't really want to think that this meant something bad. But as two employees walked in talking, and you and Wanda crouched on opposite sides of the elevator, you couldn't shake off all the insecurities that surfaced that morning.

The strangers went out to the first floor, and you and Wanda were left alone. When the door closed, you swallowed dryly, staring at your shoes.

"Are you going to pick up the twins?" You ventured casually, but Wanda ignored your question to approach the floor button and press emergency. The elevator shuddered and stopped, and the light went out for a second. "What the hell are you doing?" You questioned in shock, but Wanda just turned to you gesturing.

"You wanted to talk, let's talk!"

"Jesus, and you couldn't just invite me in for coffee or something? Like a normal person!"

"Well, you seemed upset and I wanted to clear things up quickly!"

"You didn't have to stop the elevator for that! We could talk later-"

"But I don't want you to make any decisions when you're angry with me!"

"What were you talking about?"

You both started shouting together, gesturing and interrupting each other, until a third voice, coming from the intercom made Wanda sigh and step back to push the button and answer the security guard asking if everything was okay.

"Miss Maximoff? We haven't identified any technical problems in the elevator, did something happen?" The confused boy asked, and you crossed your arms as you watched Wanda bend down a little to speak to the small electronic device.

"It was nothing, Tom, I'll release the elevator in a second."

"With all due respect, miss, holding the elevator may impact other employees' schedules and could be dangerous for you and -"

"Do me a favor, will you? Turn off the cameras for me." Wanda asked seriously, and you frowned.

"Pardon me?" The clerk retorted confused.

"Go on, hurry up. Do it now, as I told you. If I find out that someone was watching I will personally arrange for their immediate resignation."

The employee cleared his throat, and after a moment, he spoke, "Done, Miss Maximoff. But may I ask-"

"No, you may not." Wanda cut in, hanging up. She turned to you next, and you swallowed dryly, taking a step back with each step she took toward you until your back banged against the elevator wall.

"W-Wanda, what the hell do you think you're doing?" You asked lowly, but the woman just sighed, her hands going up the sides of your body, her fingers running your arms to your neck.

"Oh, detka, what do you want me to say?" She asked in the same tone, her dark, glassy eyes on your lips. "Do you want me to beg you to stay? That's so mean."

Your heart was racing in your chest, but you tried not to seem so affected by Wanda's gentle touch or her presence so close. "N-no. I just wanted you to be honest."

Wanda's gaze hesitates for a second, and she nods, her hands landing at the side of your neck. "I want you to make the best decision for your career. I want you to have a life full of opportunities that will make you grow as the amazing professional that you are."

You swallowed dryly, feeling your face heat up. Wanda bit her lips, tilting her face toward you, your noses brushing. "But I want you with me, too." She confessed, and you closed your eyes, gasping as you felt her brush her lips against yours, her fingers scratching the back of your neck. "Do you think I'm selfish for wanting that, detka?"

"Be selfish with me, I don't mind." You whispered back, breaking the distance and feeling Wanda's smile on your lips. She kissed you back in the same second, pressing her hands to the sides of her face to deepen it, sliding her tongue against yours in torturous slowness.

You gripped her sides tightly, imagining you would melt to the floor if you didn't hold on to something, the feeling of kissing Wanda taking away all your ability to reason completely.

Something made a noise behind you, the lights flickered, the elevator was starting again, and Wanda broke apart with a loud grunt, resting her face against your neck for a moment as if trying to calm down.

"Why is everyone here is so incompetent." She complained in frustration, and as you normalized your breathing, a low chuckle escaped you, your fingers caressing her back for a moment before she pulled away from your body.

The elevator doors opened, and Wanda bit her lip as she looked into her face, resisting the urge to kiss you again before smiling and turning to leave.

You sighed lightly and followed her. In the garage, you both stopped in front of each other.

"My car is over there." She commented a little hesitantly, making you smile awkwardly while gesturing in the opposite direction.

"And mine is this way."

Wanda nodded, swallowing hard and digging through her pockets for her own key. "Do what you have to do, Miss L/N." She spoke in a farewell tone, and you hastened to agree:

"I will." You said with a weak smile. "See you tomorrow, boss"

Wanda waved goodbye, and turned around, her cell vibrating again, probably about work or even the boys. You swallowed hard. Children. Another part you hadn't really thought about.

And as you walked to your car, or drove to the Kamar Taj company, you could only imagine what it would be like to be part of a family with Wanda.

--//--