#sebastianstanxreader

The other main actor of the series though… was something else. When you met Sebastian in the script reading, he was, of course, friendly and polite, but his sea blue eyes, warm smile and firm handshake send an eletrifying shock throughout your entire body. You brushed it off and told yourself that meeting your long-term celebrity crush would affect you like this. He probably didn’t even notice.

But he did.

In that day, in that awfully early morning Sebastian was already in a bad mood, but when he realized that somehow he had come to set an hour earlier (usually happened the opposite), he claimed that day as failed.

That was until Anthony showed up. Relieved he no longer has to be among writers, producers and just plain strangers, Sebastian got up to greet his friend.

He then noticed another person with him. A woman, a bit shorter than him with H/C hair that freely floating around the new girl’s face. And the face… Sebastian breath hitched as he took in your beauty. You were drop dead gorgeous. Still looking at you he didn’t notice Mackie closing in.

         - And this is famous Winter Soldier, - he introduced you. – In real life he’s still handsome, just less deadly.

         The moment you lifted your eyes at your co star, you saw him already looking at you. A litle blush creeped its way on your cheeks. You extended your hand for him to shake.

         - Y/N  L/N. Nice to meet ya!

         Sebastian, on the other hand, didn’t hear a damn word coming from Mackie’s mouth, just looked at you. His eyes fixed on your lips, he took in their shape, slightly red lipstick, the way they moved when you spoke. You spoke...

         Seeing Sebastian still not moving, Anthony lightly punched him on his arm. That woke him up. A little embarrased he took your hand. The moment he touched your skin, electricity shot through him. He looked for your reaction, but there was none, so figured it was the lack of sleep and coffee.

         - Don’t mind him. If this one hasn’t had his morning caffeine, he’s a bit slow, - Anthony laughed.

         After that day you quickly became friends with Seb. You spend a lot of time together. Mostly because there was a lot of scenes with you two and also cause he was the main victim of your and Anthony’s pranks.

         And even then you felt a little awkward when it came with you two being alone. Shooting scenes and doing interviews were a different story. When there was a lot of other people, you weren’t ashamed to come out of your shell, you flirted, joked around and teased the man.

         And that’s exactly how you found yourself sitting on one of the sofas, answering questions about the upcoming series. Anthony and Emily sat closer to the interviewer while you and Sebastian were placed further away on the other sofa.

         His hand was on the railing of the sofa, so close to your neck that sometimes his fingers accidentally would brush against your skin, burning it. At least you thought it was accidentally.

         Every time it happened, you would feel a bit uncomfortable and make a small movement, like change the way your legs were placed or tapped your fingers on the cushion.

         He noticed all of it and by the time the interview was almost done, he would intentionally touch your neck, noticing you moving away from his touch. He did it out of boredom. And also to see any reaction from you.

         The last few weeks were hard from him. Somehow he found you giving him a cold shoulder. At first it seemed maybe unintentionally done, but your distance grew with every passing day.

         Now he lived for your small blushes and warm smiles, and quiet singing, and nervous little habits. Just to see how far he could take your little crush on him. Yeah, he knew. That was kinda obvious if you knew what to look for. And also Anthony couldn’t keep a secret.

         - So, Y/N, you’ve gotten quite close with the cast, - the interviewer said with a small smile. – What kind of spell did you put on them?

         Sebastian looked at you, smiling, as his heart beat rised. If only they knew…

         Anthony spoke up before you got the chance.

         - You know, it’s all about the food. None of us has the skill set needed to prepare anything other than water and already made-up pizza. We became friends when allowed me to steal all her food, - he said, laughing.

         - Yeah, that’s good too, but when you are used to younger sisters around you, you kinda see every good female friend like that.

         Smiling, you agreed.

         - I was just glad to have a famous actress for a sister. Comes with benefits.

         The fans laughed, so did the actors, but you felt Sebastian’s fingers tickle your skin yet again. You almost forgot about it.

         For the first time making solid eye contact with him, you realized he wasn’t smiling. He was smirking. That fucking bastard! He knew what he was doing to you and used this knowledge for his own amusement!

         - Also, Anthony’s like a brother to me. He’s a lot like the sibling I have back home minus the childishness and annoyance, - you were silent for a moment and deeply rethinking last sentence. – You know what? I take it back. There’s nothing mature about him, - you shrugged, and the audience errupted and laughter.

         - I’m not annoying! – he faked an offended  tone, while the fans continued the laughing.

         - So, is this how your life among the cast is, Y/N? You see Emily as a sister and both of the male actors as brothers? – interviewer asked.

         You looked at your shoes for a moment, while thinking about a possible, non-offensive response to that.

         You could say he was your celebrity crush and admit (may I add, in front of hundreds of people) that you liked your co-star. That would resolve in probably public rejection or awkward, private rejection, if Sebastian would spare you some dignity and reject you when you’re alone.

         Of course, you also could not explain your feelings towards him, but that most likely would evolve into some ugly news, like „Y/N  L/N loves all of the co-stars as family, except for Sebastian Stan”. It would probably seem like you hate him.

And his fingers’ movement didn’t help to think at all.

So you went with the easier explainable answer.

- In fact, I do. Anthony and Sebastian really are like brothers to me, - you forced yourself to say the words.

The interviewer and the fans seemed satisfied with your answer, starting a new discussion with Emily about her family and husband. You noticed that Sebastian’s fingers weren’t touching you anymore. In fact, when you glanced at him, he had removed his arm from the sofa’s back and placed it on his thigh. He was stubbornly looking at his feet and biting his lip.

Not understanding what you did wrong, you joined in on the conversation with the rest of the cast.

But for Sebastian the rest of the interview was hell.

He was sure just a few more brushes of his fingertips on your skin and you would finally break. He heard Anthony and Emily saying something and interviewer asking a following question, but only truly listened when you spoke up.

In fact, I do. Anthony and Sebastian really are like brothers to me.

The sweet and warm answer made his heart stop for a second. Like brother? Brother? He wanted a lot of this from you: your laugh, smile, your uninterrupted attention, body, soul and everything in between but brotherly love wasn’t one of them.

For the first time he felt insecure. Of course you saw him like a brother, after all you did have a quite large age gap. He felt all this time he has been nurturing a false hope.

Of course it’s like that. What a fool you made of yourself with all the teasing and all the flirting, Sebastian!

The interview ended and all four of you stood up to leave. You and Emily stopped to take some pictures with fans and, in result, fell back a couple of steps.

Anthony and Sebastian, who was unnaturally quiet, stopped at the door to wait for both of you.

Anthony glanced at his friend, who’s eyes every few seconds darted at you and then back at the floor.

- You know, when you’re this quiet there’s usually three reasons: either you’re drunk or done something dumb…

- Or?

- Or there’s a very serious problem you can’t solve. And since you couldn’t have had the time to do the first two things, I’m assuming it’s the latter.

He looked at his friend and spoke whispering in a raspy voice that didn’t sound confident at all.

- Do I give off a sibling vibe? – he asked, looking like a kicked puppy.

Anthony, who had already forgotten about the sibling talk, chuckled.

- Maybe to some people, I don’t know, man.

Sebastian nodded and Mackie already wanted to ask for the reason behind such a strange question, when you and Emily finally caught up.

The four of you went back to the hotel, where for you all exclusively Marvel had ordered  large suite with four bedrooms. You said goodbye to your friends, wanting nothing more than to change into more comfortable clothes.

After calling your mom/dad/brother/sister (suit yourself), you fell asleep for a little while, so, after waking up several hours later, you surprisingly realized it was 8 AM. Your hair was a mess and neck was aching from the weird pose you slept in.

When no one was found around the suite, you decided to call. Emily wasn’t picking up her phone, but Anthony, who did, sounded tipsy and hald asleep. When you dialed Sebastian’s number, his ringtone came from inside his room, so you carefully opened the door, expecting him to be dead asleep.

Instead his room was empty and the music came from the bathroom. You made your way through his mess, while trying very hard to ignore his cologne and comfortable (made of boyfriend material) and far-too-large-for-you shirts you always managed to steal.

The phone was next to the sink. You ended the call and glanced at the caller’s ID.

That’s you, right? There was no name, no nickname, nothing that would give someone away that the caller is you, but the number matched.

Before you could allow your heart to race, something fell and shattered on the living room’s floor and it was followed by loud swearing and muttering.

You left Sebastian’s room to find him picking up the glass from a vase. Looking up and seeing you made him grin. He didn’t notice neither you exiting his room nor you holding his phone.

- Hey, sweetheart. I was just coming to check on you. After Emily left to meet Josh, Anthony and I went for a drink. Wanted to ask you, but you were asleep and I didn’t wanna… Is that my phone? – he suddenly asked.

You looked down at your hand and slowly nodded.

- Yeah, I called and it started to ring in your room.

He reached for the phone, his fingers lightly brushing over yours. The touch was familiar. You could still feel the fingertips on the back of your neck.

Feeling awkward silence settling down, you turned to get back to your room, when he asked.

- Why do you see me as a brother? – his words came out harshly and angrier than he had intended.

- What? – you were dumbfounded.

He calmly stepped closer to you, one step at a time.. Surprised, you stepped back.

- Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. In the interview you said you saw me and Anthony as brothers. Why?

You met his gaze, just to realize he was easily hovering over you. When did you lose the sense of your height difference?

You didn’t know what to answer. Telling the truth could resolve in rejection, but, on the other hand, you could never really look him in the eye and lie.

- Why does it bother you so much? – answering with a question seemed like a way to expand your time until he said:

- I asked you first, Y/N.

Gathering last bits of your confidence, you signed and moved around him to get away. His hand grabbed your wrist and turned you around, facing him.

- What the hell is wrong with you? – he said louder and maybe you would have tried to free your hand, if his questions wouldn’t leave you astonished.

- What’s wrong with me? The hell is that suppose tto mean?

- Oh, you know exactly what I mean. Your fucking double signals, princess. One moment you flirt with me and let me fall deeper in love with you, but then you call me a brother? A fucking brother, really? That was just a low blow.

- What did you just say? – you actually didn’t hear anything after ‘fall deeper in love with you’.

- So, just answer me: what makes you see me as a brother? – he stepped back and looked for something, anything, any kind of emotion – pity, anger or confusion. Instead you laughed.

Now it was his turn to be puzzled. He was expecting anything but that. Were you angry? Were you making fun of him?

- What’s so funny?

- Look, Seb, you couldn’t be further from a brother to me. I love the interviews and I’m mostly honest in them, but I couldn’t force myself to admit I liked you than just as a friend in front of so many people. God, I couldn’t even do it alone with you.

- You like me? Like not a brother?

- I really don’t my feelings for you checks any of the boxes of ‘brotherly love”. I just thought my crush would go away with time, but it kinda didn’t, - you shrugged and looked up to see Sebastian grin.

- Oh, are you going to make fun of me now? – you asked - part scared, part joking.

He stepped closer and in one swift moment his lips were on yours. Surprised, you stumbled back, but he balanced you, putting his hands on your waist. When you pulled back, he was smirking.

“Barnes,” You groaned in defeat. “I need a sparring partner, and you’re my last resort.”

He chuckled deeply. The same chuckle that made you want to jump his bones whenever you heard it. “I don’t know whether to be offended or happy at that statement.”

Scoffing again you began growing impatient. “Meet me at the gym in five then.”

“Woah wait,” his large warm hand catching your wrist in his hand, tugging you backward. “We can walk down together, I just need to change quickly.”

Nodding your head, you followed him into his room. It was a familiar place since you were there almost every day once a day, sometimes more.

“Is anything you do ‘quick’ anymore considering how old you are?” You questioned fighting the urge to giggle.

His fingers dancing along your sides and ribs was his answer. The sound of your laughter filled the arm, as you attempted to squirm away from him.

“You talk such a big game, for a little girl.” He teased, with his infamous smile.

“B-Bucky,” You laughed. “P-Please.”

“Please what?” He smirked. “You know the rules.”

Rolling your eyes, you attempted to halt his motions. Sweeping your leg against his, you both went tumbling to the floor. Swiftly, you straddled his waist, gathering his wrists in your hand locking them against the floor.

“Fuck your rules, Barnes.” It was your turn to smirk. “I’ve always hated those damn rules.”

His piercing blue eyes widened at your actions followed by your words. His mouth was slightly agape.

“H-How...” His voice trailed off.

You chuckled. “If we all learned one thing from Cap, it’s to go for the legs.”

He closing his eyes he groaned, letting the back of his head hit the floor with a thud. “You’re such a brat.”

His words caused the butterflies to come back and flutter around in your stomach like you were about to reach the highest drop on a roller coaster.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Opening his eyes again, they pierced in yours. This time they weren’t the same bright blue eyes rather dark and stormy ones.

Knock. Knock.

“Babe?” A feminine voice asked through the door. “Ready for lunch?”

Inhaling a breath, you quickly rolled off of Bucky. Heat arose in your cheeks at the events that had just played out. You crossed your arms over your chest.

Getting to his feet, he shot you a sympathetic look.

“I-“

“Save it, Barnes.” You sighed sadly. “You always chose her over me.”

“Y/N...” He whispered. “She is my girlfriend.”

Rolling your eyes, you whispered back. “Yeah and I’m your best friend.” You unwrapped your arms vaguely gesturing around you. “Dude, it’s bros before hoes. Not the other way around.”

Dropping his gaze, he frowned at your statement.

Not allowing him to answer, you stormed out of his room practically tackling his girlfriend on the way out.

———————————-

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this.” Sam groaned rubbing his face in frustration.

“Then don’t.” You snapped, standing up, getting back into a sparring stance.

Shooting you a stern face Sam continued. “Maybe you should cut Barns some slack.”

Scoffing you, threw your punches each being blocked by Sam.

“I mean, it’s affecting the both of you.” He reasoned. “It’s been over a week already, Y/N.”

Frowning you grabbed your water bottle and headed for the locker room. Taking a shower the words Sam said rang true.

How much longer did you think you could keep this up? Bucky is your best friend....isn’t he?

Walking out of the locker room, you were greeted with a waiting Sam. He had made plans to show you the new bookstore he had stumbled upon one day.

The ride there was silent. Neither one of you wanting to talk about something as mushy and gushy as feelings.

Perusing through book isles, Sam finally broke.

“They broke up you know.” His voice sounded from one aisle over.

Frowning you hadn’t known they broke up. Guilt and dread overwhelmed you.

“Now’s your chance.”

“Sam.” You warned. “He’s way out of my league. ‘Sides he doesn’t feel the same.”

“Doesn’t he though? Actions speak louder than words.”

You scoffed. “Some of us still need validation.”

Deciding you had enough of the conversation, you ventured further into the store.

Little did you know, Sam had called the man in question beforehand allowing him to head every word confessed.

———————————-

Months went by before you started noticing the team had begun asking weird around you.

You didn’t live with them at the tower, you wanted your independence so you opted to live in a small studio apartment close by. You had gone out of your way, to avoid Bucky.

It had been successful up until this point.

Knock knock.

Echoed through your apartment.

“Coming!” You yelled, racing toward the door.

Flinging it open, you reached into your purse fumbling for cash.

“How much do I owe ya?”

“Y/N.”

Ice raced through your veins as you froze in place. That deep voice was one you had gone months without hearing.

“Please.” His voice broke. “Please let me in.”

Daring to sneak a glance at the man, you took in his look. His clothes were disheveled, hair a mess, while his normally cheerful blue eyes were now bloodshot.

Taking you both by surprise, you moved to allow him in.

Shutting the door, two strong arms wrapped around your middle yanking you to their body. Bucky held onto you as if you were his lifeline.

His scent of cologne and soap filled your nose. It was only when he was clinging onto you, that you noticed he was soaking wet.

A roaring boom echoed along with a bright flash of lighting.

Breathing against his neck for a little while longer, you began pulling away. Leaving his arms wrapped around you, he rested his forehead against yours gazing into your eyes.

The feeling of soft lips against yours caught you off guard. No, you didn’t pull away rather, you lifted your hand into his hair while the other rested on the back of his neck.

Pulling away, you could barely open your eyes. If you opened them that would mean two things. First, that the kiss was over. Second, it was very real.

You had decided your only option was to ask Chris, the Marvel actor you had grown closest to over the years. Surely he would take pity on you. All you would need to do was flash him your signature puppy dog eyes and he would be putty in your little hands. Hopefully.

Setting down your cup of coffee on a nearby table and taking off your headset, you neared the three men you had spotted from afar, chatting and laughing at each others “jokes.” Sebastian and Anthony stood on either side of your intended target with grins on their faces, infectious and causing your own to pop out.

Finally reaching all three men, they stopped their laughing, but the smiles remained and yours only grew bigger, more from desperation than anything.

“Hi, guys.” You smiled.

Seb smirked. “Y/N.” He replied in acknowledgment, causing you look his way. In his blue-grey eyes, you saw something you couldn’t quite put your finger on that caused the look on your face to waver slightly, but it was quickly replaced as Chris and Anthony, too, repeated your name and you turned to them.

The day was over. It was late and you needed a place to stay by tomorrow morning. Why you hadn’t been more proactive you didn’t know, but you were kicking yourself now. You decided to get right down to the point.

“Chris, I need a favor.” You said, puppy dog eyes beginning to form.

He smirked and rubbed the scruff along his jaw. “Oh, yea? And what could that be, kiddo?”

You hated that nickname, but all the men where at least ten years your senior, so you guessed it fit. “My apartment is being renovated. I need a place to stay.” You sighed, hoping the slight sadness in your voice would be enough for Chris to cave and save your ass from temporary homelessness.

The ridiculously, attractive blond man hummed to himself and you felt the eyes of the other two men by his side look deep at you, most likely knowing what Chris had to say. And it didn’t appear to be good. “Sweetheart, I wish I could help, but my family is in town.” He said, patting you on the shoulder. “Full house. I’m sorry.”

You let out your own baby sigh but waved a hand to let him know it was ok.

“I’m offended, Y/N. Why was I not considered?” Anthony grumbled with his arms across his chest, making his shirt sleeves want to rip at the seams.

You smiled. “I didn’t say you weren’t, Mister, but you have a history…with women, and only one bedroom.”

“I’d make do for you.” He said, reaching for your hand and kissing the back of it causing a chuckle to escape past your lips.

“Sweet as you are, I’ll pass.”

“I’ll take you…” You suddenly heard, near quiet as a mouse. Three heads whipped in the direction of the third man yet to say much of anything prior to now. “…in, I mean. You can stay with me. I have an extra room.”

Your eyes widened so much that you didn’t notice the ones of the other two men do the same.

“Really?” You asked. “Are you sure?”

Seb slipped his hands in the pockets of his jeans and shrugged slightly, then smiled. “It’s no trouble.”

“Wow. You have no idea what that means to me. Thank you! Is it ok if I come tomorrow?” You rambled.

“Sure. I’ll text you the address.”

You grinned, then whooped slightly before moving his way to wrap your arms around his neck. His own snaked around your waist and squeezed. “You are a lifesaver. Seriously. I’ll be there at 9.” Then you untangled yourself from him and practically skipped off in the direction of your car to head home. You had a lot of packing to do.

When you were out of earshot, Chris, arms crossed and eyebrow raised, turned to Seb, who had yet to look away from your retreating form. “Are you insane?” He accused, in that tone that his friend hated.

Seb only rolled his eyes in response, landing them back on your ass as you turned the corner to the parking lot. “I know what I’m doing.”

Since then, it had been rough for both of you to adjust to the new normal. You weren't used to having to care for someone and Jen wasn't used to someone caring about her.

Pulling into a parking spot, you grinned. "If you're good, I'll buy you something."

"No thanks." She spat rolling her eyes, slamming your door.

"Hey!" You yelled. "Don't slam my door."

"You're not my mom!" She yelled back.

As you both walked into Ikea, neither one of you wanting to be first to break the silence. Making your way towards the couch section, you were so immersed you hadn't noticed Jen wander off.

"Hey, what do you think about this one?" You asked not noticing the person next to you wasn't Jen.

"Uh, it's nice?" The strangers' deep voice questioned in confusion.

Whipping your head toward the stranger, your eyes widened.

"Oh." You barely squeaked out. "S-Sorry. I thought you were my sister."

Walking out of the aisle, you went to the main aisle, searching for Jen.

Retreating back to your original place, fear began to wash over you.

"Did you find who you were looking for?" Bucky questioned tilting his head slightly.

"Uh, no." You muttered, pulling out your phone attempting to call her.

Straight to voicemail.

Letting out a frustrated sigh you rubbed your hands along the side of your face.

"No luck?" He asked standing beside you.

Shaking your head, you frowned.

"I-I can help you?" He offered, coming off more like a question.

"I can't ask you to do that, Bucky." You caught him off guard, he hadn't expected you to know who he was.

You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you began to feel embarrassed. Your palms began sweating. Fidgeting with your purse, you gazed anywhere but in front of you.

"I-I figured you have important Avenger things to do." You muttered.

He chuckled in response. "This is an important Avenger thing." He grinned.

Snapping your head towards him, relief replaced your embarrassment. "Thank you."

As you both began walking around attempting to search for your sister, he was silent.

"I'm Y/N, by the way." You smiled.

He sent you a warm smile. Walking side by side, your hands brushed along each other occasionally.

"Are we looking for a boyfriend or significant other of some sorts?" He attempted to question awkwardly.

You giggled. "No, nothing like that." You sighed. "My sister would have a fit."

"Why?"

"Well, she's in that stage where she doesn't like anyone especially me." You mumbled. "There's no way she would like anyone I dated."

He nodded in understanding.

Walking down one of the aisles, you had to squeeze past other customers. His hands quickly found your waist, guiding you. Heat rose in your cheeks again.

"Uh sorry." He mumbled quickly removing his hands once he realized his actions.

"It's alright." You beamed at him, gazing into his blue eyes.

Making your way to the cafeteria, you saw Jen sitting with Steve Rogers.

"Steve?" Bucky questioned in confusion.

Turning toward the both of you, he smiled. "Oh hey, guys!" He waved. "I hope you don't mind. Me and my new friend Jen here." He motioned to your sister. "Have just been hanging out."

"Jen!" You exclaimed. Bolting toward the table, you hugged your sister. "Don't do that again."

She giggled nodding her head.  

Bucky frowned, his actions turned to be standoffish.

"Hey, Buck." Steve greeted. "She wasn't far from where you guys were."

"Why didn't you just come back and let us know?" Bucky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"It was Jen's idea actually." Steve shrugged.

Before Bucky could question Steve further, Jen was dragging her sister and both men back to the couch area.

Picking out a couch, both men helped you bring it to your car.

Steve stood by the passenger side of the car, saying goodbye to Jen.

"So." You mumbled, swaying on your feet slightly.

"So." Bucky mumbled, a pink color dancing along his cheeks. "Do you want Steve's number? I can give it to you. Jen seems to like him a lot."

Smiling your gaze fell to the ground before you. Biting your lip, you felt a surge of confidence. "Uh no, I don't want Steve's number." You smirked. "I-I'd rather have yours."

Exchanging numbers, you hugged him feeling him tense underneath you. He quickly hugged you back. Placing a soft kiss on his cheek, you got in your car and drove home.

The rest of the evening went by uncharacteristically nice. Jen attempted to help you with putting the couch together. The apartment was filled with laughter and happiness.

When your phone rang, Jen handed it to you but not without teasing you about who was calling.

"Hello?" You chuckled at what Jen had said.

"H-Hi. It's Bucky."

You giggled. "I know...I have caller ID."

"Right." He mumbled. "I was wondering if you and Jen were busy tomorrow?"

"No, not that I know of."

"Steve and I were thinking about going to the fair tomorrow..." He trailed off. "Do you and Jen want to come?"

"We'd love to." You grinned, hearing Jen squeal as you had his call on speaker. "It's a date."

"It's a date." He replied. "Goodnight Y/N."

After you had led your horse to his stall in the barn you were greeted by one of your fathers regular patients, as he was the villages apothecary.  

“Good day miss Y/N.”

“Good day Sire Rowan.” You greeted. 

“Do you know where your father’s where abouts are?” Mr. Rowan questioned.

“I...I’m not sure sire Rowan. I’m sorry but I must go.”

Walking at a face past through the village you arrived at the Stark blacksmith manor.

“Y/N!” 

“Sorry sire Stark.” 

He cut you off before you could respond. “How many times have I told you to call me Tony?” 

“Sorry....Tony.”

Tony had gone to your father, in desperate need of medical attention. You often stepped in as the mother of the house caring for his patients. It was just you and your father. A tragic accident that involved your mother, she was never heard from again.

When you were caring for Tony, he had promised to teach you how to defend yourself when he was better. He helped you make your own daggers, swords and arrow heads. 

“Go to the back. I’ll meet you there. We don’t want to anyone to see you here now do we?”

“N...No Tony.”

Tony was often called ‘Crazy Tony.’ Behind his back by the villagers.

After, the session with Tony, you met with Wanda in the forest for lunch.

“I hope you don’t mind, I invited Clint and Natasha!”

“Nay, that’s okay!”

“I brought some fresh bread that my father baked today.” Wanda spoke.

It wasn’t uncommon for you and Wanda to sneak away from the viliage to eat lunch in the forest. Wanda had become close to you, often considering herself as your sister. 

“Alright ladies. Shell we continue our lessons on archery?” Clint spoke.

“Yes!” The three of you spoke in unison.

The sound of horses galloping replaced the sound of your voices.

“Run.” Clint spoke firmly. Wanda and Natasha began running further into the opposite end of the forest.