#tswr

The house was thick with noise.

You stood at the edge, a safe space next to the altar but close enough to Wanda and Nat to feel their presence. That if you needed them you, or they, could get to you in a heartbeat.

You needed them.

You always do. 

And you couldn’t comprehend why.

Drinks being poured, laugher, chatter, glass clinking. All wrapped in the smell of Vanilla, Cinnamon and sandlewood. 

It was perfect.

You held your own glass lightly in your hand, your thumb tracing the rim, eyes flicking up to Wanda every few seconds. The moment she caught you looking, a soft smile reached her eyes. Immediately your face turned away, cheeks turning a shade of pink that made Wanda chuckle and your heart beat faster.

Wanda turned back to her guests, some extra people had arrived whom you had not expected—but Wanda and Natasha both grounded you, reassured you and introduced you to each person. 

One in particular was a blonde woman, almost white hair—Sue Storm. 

You were in awe of her, not in the same way you were with Wanda and Nat—just something about her felt calm, despite her name—Ironic really.

You took a small a sip of your drink, feeling a little self conscious as you stayed in your corner—your eyes suddenly fixated on another woman, younger, closer to your age, but something about her was different—you weten’t sure what exactly, but there was something.

She was continually bouncing on her toes like an uncoiled spring, running up to everyone, with an excited high pitched tone to her voice, acting more as if she was a bunny or a five year old—you hadn’t quite worked out which—rather than the young woman she was.

“Fauna. Stop.” Sue grabbed the young woman by the arm, yanking her still, forcing her to pause her hyper movements, giving the older woman her best pout—like a scolded child who didn’t get her way. 

“Fauna…” you whispered under your breath, her name was unusual, a little whimsical maybe, a little chaotic even, but she seemed sweet enough.

Her hair was dark, almost black, but not quite, with pale streaks running through thick strands. Like moonlight against the midnight sky. She was quite the picture in her black kitten outfit. Cute even. She’d arrived with Pepper Potts, your housing advisor—you weren’t entirely sure of their relationship, either they were very close friends, or—but you didn’t want to assume anything.

You laughed under your breath, assuming things, you were good at, especially when it came to your own life.

Fuck.

Your heart began to pound in your chest as you watched the way Nats hand met with Wanda’s lower back, the way she leaned in whispering something—something that made Wanda Maximoff blush and Natasha smirk, like she had just been given diamonds—yet here you were wishing for someone, you brain paused mid sentence, realising the truth, you were wishing for them to make you feel like that, to make you blush in a crowded room, all the while keeping the content of what was said between the three of you.

But then—before your brain could even lock on properly, or for too long to that feeling—you heard another voice, from the only other woman that was your age. 

She was louder. 

Not in the same way Fauna was.

She was confident.

Her hair was ethreal, pastel purple, put up in a long ponttail that reached the middle of her spine, a small flower crown similar to yours, but less flowers. She wore a small necklace the lay softly against her olive skin. It was silver. A celtic cross.

She didn’t move fom Rio’s side, not once.

If Rio told her to move, she followed…like she had rules she couldn’t break.

Something niggled in the back of your brain, something that you can never escape. 

The cross she’s wearing.

You’d know the date of that from anywhere.

“Sixteenth Century Jacobite cross.” You muttered, a hand going to you stomach to hold your self steady—the butterflies you got when it came to anything history—almost as strong as the ones you got whenever you were in the pressence of Wanda and Nat, but not quite.

You didn’t even notice the look from Wanda—the head tilt, like you had just unearthed the Jacobites themselves.

Then…

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.

The air shifts, like history pages in the wind, a flutter in your stomach, eyes unable to tear yourself away from the necklace.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.

Then, a hand on your arm, warm breath against your skin, the smell of vanilla “Hey Ladybug, you okay sweetheart?” Wanda’s honeyed voice almost making your knees buckle from the warmth of her words.

Fuck.

Wanda.

You swallowed thickly, eyes barely focusing on Wanda, the silver cross still having your attention, but you were scared if you looked at Wanda, she would see right through you.

“I- I’m fine,” you put your glass to your lips again, taking another large gulp, “who is that?” you whispered, nodding towards the girl with the cross, standing beside Rio.

“Ahh,” Wanda smiled, brushing a curled hair back behind your ear “that would be Betsy, she’s Agatha and Rios…well, she’s their friend.” Wanda hummed, she watched the intrigue settle into the creases in your forehead. “You know sweetheart, if the wind changes you’ll stay like that,” Wanda traced her finger across the lines in your forehead “relax for me.”

You felt your whole body begin to loose tension, shoulders unclenching, teeth un gritting, jaw loosening—Wanda’s thumb lingering on your temple for just a few seconds too long. Her smile curving softly as she watched the way you ran your thumb over the rim of your glass again, grounding yourself.

“Betsy? she seems…sweet…” your voice somewhere between loud and quite, an octave only Wanda heard.

“Come on,” her hand gripped your elbow, pulling you gently forward “let me introduce you.”

Wanda’s thumb stayed on the inside of your arm as she guided you towards the group—towards Betsy. 

She stood her place beside Rio, who was wearing a dark green satin dress, the sleeves cut into spikes as well as the bottom of the dress which came to the middle of her thighs, and her skin was painted black and white—like—like a skeleton, which confused you. But she looked nice, smelling of earl grey tea and old books.

“Rio, Betsy.” Wanda hummed, her palm moving slowly to the middle of your back “this little fairy here, is Y/N.”

Betsy had eyes the shone like the ocen—sparkling blue—she stood beside Rio like she was made to be there. The corners of her lips quirked upon seeing you, her face softened, as she watched the way you stepped closer into Wanda’s pressence, you hadn’t even noticed yourself doing it.

“Hi Y/N,” She held out her hand, which you took—her grip was tight on your knuckles and she shook and pulled away. “so you’re Wanda and Nat’s girl then?”

The whole room went still.

Silent.

The air itself stopped breathing.

Wanda pauses mid breath, lips twitching like she might correct the woman but changed her mind, eyes firmly back to you.

Nat coughing across the room on her wine.

And you?

Your brain was short circuiting, trying to keep up with it self, attempting to restart as you looked wide eyes at the woman. 

What did she mean by that?

You felt Wands’s thumb against your wrist, directly over your pulse—she could feel the way your whole heart was speeding up like a damn Duracell battery. 

She’d know she was getting you flustered.

She’d know.

She’d know the parts of you that weren’t ready for her to know.

But maybe that would be okay.

Because it was Wanda.

Soft. Gentle. Kinda, Caring. Protective. Wanda.

You laughed softly, choking out a “What, umm, what do you mean?”

“Betsy. Remember what I told you? She’s not part of this, part of us, she’s not Wanda an Nats girl in that sense.” Rio smirked, looking towards you with a hidden meaning behind her dark irises.

What the hell did that mean?

“Rio.” Wanda’s voice dropped into a warning as the whole room seemed to be focussed in on you and this conversation, which you were hoping desperately to jump out off.

Rio shrugged, her lips turning into a not so subtle grin, sipping at her drink and keeping her eye on you—was there extra meaning behind what she said? Or was that you brain overthinking just a normal conversation?

But it wasn’t normal.

There was something there.

Something you couldn’t see. Yet.

“Oh right. Sorry Y/N.” Betsy tilted her head slightly, and you felt her watch you for a just a moment too long—she turned to Rio, whispering something in her ear.

You’re not sure why but you suddenly felt on edge.

Then, Wanda’s thumb which was still against you wrist began to move, slow rhythmic circles against your flushed skin, centring you to this moment, to her and nothing more.

“Mmm, yes I’m sure,” Rio hummed, then she gave you a curious look too. You wanted to tell them you weren’t a zoo animal, but you weren't brave enough, so you let them, and you took another step unconciously towards Wanda—if you got any closer you’d be melded into her skin, “honey , who did your makeup?” Rio asked suddenly.

Wanda’s arm rounded over your shoulders protectively.

“Vidal.” She muttered. Eyes narrowing, fingers gripping your shoulder as if tethering herself to you.

“Come on Maximoff, you know why I’m asking and who it was." Rio arched a brow in her direction, you saw the unspoken words settle between them, with a nod from Wanda.

“I did my makeup actually, my best friend Lizzy, she gave me a step by step guide, helped me to color match—”

You barely got the words out before feeling Wanda’s fingers tighten around your shoulder, probably turning white, her nostrils flaring, green eyes filled with rage.

“Told you.” Rio smirked liked she just won the lottery. 

You don’t notice the head tilt from across the room.

The glass being set down.

The frown.

The jingle of a bell.

Natasha Romanoff was never one for sitting idly by, and as soon as she saw the tension shift, she made her way towards you, jaw clenched. 

Her scent of cinnamon and pumpkin spice wrapping round you like armour, and her eyes darting from Wanda’s grip, to a death glare, to Rio’s grin, to Betsy’s curiosity and then to your confusion—and she just knew what this was about.

“Let’s see, something to do with Iris or Lizzy?” Nat asked.

Firm.

Controlled.

Already knowing.

Rio dips her glass, nodding, “ding, ding, ding.” her voice smooth and controlled.

“Rio.” Natasha’s voice dropped—but it wasn’t a warning it was something else, like a question maybe.

Rio stepped forward, not too close but close enough she was able to gently brush her thumb over your cheek. 

Your eyes drifted up to Wanda—cheeks already pink from the attention—not Rios, Wanda and Nat’s. Their protectiveness of you, like you were already there’s in every way that mattered—except the one you wanted. “Eyes up here sweetheart.” Rio murmured.

“Rio, she’s not yours to play with. Stop.” Wanda clenched her jaw as the fire behind her eyes only became stronger.

“Oh don’t worry, I don’t want her, but,” Rio chuckled, keeping her eyes on you “would you mind if I changed your makeup a little? This is just too harsh for your beautiful face.”

Your head tilted up to Wanda.

Why you weren’t sure, maybe to make sure it was okay—not that you needed her permission—it was more approval.

Wanda smiled softly nodding her head. 

Despite the conversation, she clearly trusted Rio on some level or another.

“Good.” Rio turned to Betsy. Finger under her chin, tilting. “Don’t move okay? I won’t be long.” Rio paused waiting for a response “answer me.”

“Okay…mama.” Betsy looked as if she was about to fall apart as the words left her mouth, only loud enough for Rio to hear.

“Good girl.” And Rio turned back to you, hand reaching for yours. “Come on. We won’t be long, I promise.” Rio reassured both Wanda and Nat, who didn’t take their eyes off you as you were guided away from them and towards the stairs.

Rio guided you up into the bathroom.

You could feel the anxiety in your chest rising—breathing, lungs inhaling and exhaling with every stupid step.

She sat you on top of the closed toilet seat, picked out the brushes, make-up supplies she needed.

Wanda downstairs was so close to cracking her glass with her bare hands.

“If she mentions it to bug, I’ll kill her.” Wanda gritted her teeth “we have a plan, if she—”

“Wands, even Rio isn’t stupid enough, but she may get the ball rolling before we’re ready, so let’s prepare for the, hmm?” Nat pressed a kiss into Wanda’s warming cheek, guiding her face back to her. “it’ll be okay my love. Just breathe.”

But even with Nat’s reassuring words, Wanda’s knuckles turned white.

A single drop of wine sliding over her finger like blood.

Nat cupped Wanda’s warm cheek against her palm “We’ll handle it if it happens, okay? I promise.”

Back upstairs, your feet were bouncing like tigger on the bathroom floor.

A brush hovering inches from your face, gripped between Rio’s fingers.

“So have they asked you to be their sub yet or are you not interested?” Rio brushed her thumb over your cheek, gentle, soft, until she looked satisfied.

“Uhh—” the air in your lungs stopped flowing, eyes wide, tilting your head in the same way Wanda does “Sub? What’s… what’s a sub?” Your whole body paused looking to Rio, completely perplexed as to what she was talking about. The only sub you knew was in bread form and you were certain that’s not what she meant.

Rio froze mid brush “Oh, I guess not,” and she carried on with sorting the rest of you makeup—just as you began fidgeting a little with the material of your dress, fingers moving over the hem, rubbing it between your thumb and finger to try and calm your racing thoughts. 

“Wait, what’s a sub?” You pushed for an answer, which was unlike you, but something in you needed to know.

Rio just quirked an eyebrow at you. “That’s for them to tell you, and I’ve put my foot in it, now,” she placed the brush to the side, picking up another item “why don’t you tell me some fairy facts, Nat says you know quite a few.”

“I, I mean I do but,” there was a tremble to your voice, one which Rio noticed but didn’t mention “What if it’s too weird? Or umm, too much for you?” You felt the liquid on your palms, the sweat dripping down to your wrist.

Rio gently catches your chin with her fingers, applying a small amount of blush to your cheeks, just subtle “You’ll never be too much for the right people—your clearly important to Wanda and Nat, which means what you have to say is important, they wouldn’t keep you around—and they certainly wouldn’t have you meeting their friends from this particular circle if they weren’t planning on keeping you around for a long time to come.” Rio turns your head slightly to the side, and wipes of the lip stick “far too dark for you…”

“Well, umm, did you know some historians think ‘fairy encounters’ were used as socially acceptable explanations for trance states, seizures, or neurodivergent behavior. Which is… so stupid honestly.” You pasued expecting Rio to tell you it was a stupid fact that she didn’t want to hear about, but she was just listening, nodding and smiling as you pulled out a sparkly green lipgoss, one that she said didn’t wash you out.

“Pucker your lips for me,” Rio smiled as she slid the new gloss over your lips, then got you to press them together. “Tell me more?”

“Okay, well, did you know that in the Scottish witch trial records, some of those accused of witchcraft actually claimed that they learned magic from the fae, and that’s partly why fairy lore and witchcraft got so tangled together when it comes to their history...” Rio helped you stand back up, showing you a mirror where you saw your face and realised how much better you looked… you were more you, so why hadn’t Lizzy given you that? Why did she make you look so…you just didn’t understand it.

“That’s better. That’s the you they fell for…beautiful.” Rio packed everything away, make up and brushes all settled back inside Wanda’s bag, and then Rio took your hand again, as you continued to talk about the fairy facts as you walked down stairs.

You could hear Wanda and Nat laughing as you stepped down each step, talking fast about the fairies “The Fairies weren’t originally tiny, actually in early Celtic lore they are seen basically as like nature spirits or fallen gods of goddesses. Which I honestly love. Also, Fairy rings were thought to be portals or ritual spaces, so stepping into one on Samhain was really considered extra dangerous. Like, spiritually reckless.” You stopped speaking, a little breathless as you came back into view of everyone else again—completely missing the meaning behind Wandas’s words to her wife of panic “Nat, no! We can’t have that conversation NOW, she’s still too innocent to even know what a riding crop is”

“A riding crop?” You frown, stepping back up beside them, Rio having walked away and back with her wife and Betsy. Fauna was now back with Peggy and Angie, despite now looking a little red and rubbing her backside, even with Peggy telling her to stop every time she did.

“A riding crop? like for horses?” you asked so innocently, making Wanda smirk as she looked down into her swirling wine, and Nat wheezing into the pumpkin dip she had in her hand.

Nats shoulders shaking, whilst Wanda side eyed her telling her to control herself, as you stood yourself between them “No honey, but let’s table that topic, okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed, taking a cracker from the table and dipping into the pumpkin dip that Nat was holding. 

With them you were never scared to be yourself, never anxious—well only a little, but not because they made you uncomfortable, but because your feelings were confusing. Every time you thought about it, you began to spiral, which didn’t help with the fact you saw them multiple times a week, but what else could you do? You wanted to spend time with them, you weren’t going to stop visiting them just because you were confused, that made no logical sense.

“Christopher.” Nats voice broke through your spiraling thoughts.

“What?” You practically jumped out of your skin at the name being mentioned, eyes wide and a burning face, and your breathing faster.

“Bug…hey…I was just saying you have a few…missed calls and messages from Christopher.” Nats eyes looked down to where you had dropped your phone on the table before Rio took you away.

“Did you—did you read them?” You felt a lump catch in your throat as you asked, hoping with everything inside that they had not.

“No, no, never.” Nat responded quickly, palm cupping your face “sweetheart, I’d never do that, not unless someone gives me premission, even with Wanda,” she looked towards her wife, both looking as if their anger for this man child was just about to boil over like hot lava “we don’t look at each others phone unless we tell each other we have to, okay?” Her fingers slowly tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, and Wanda pressed her hand to to your back.

Your eyes were brimming, and your voice cracked as you let the next set of words leave your mouth “He’s just…he’s mad I came here, and I told him he couldn’t come.”

Wanda’s knuckes were turning white around her glass, her hand on your back began to rub soothing circles, gentle, in comparison to her other hand. 

Then there was Nat—her jaw tight, barely restraining her past.

Over the next hour you got to know everyone at the party. Peggy and Angie were a particularly unsal couple with the young girl Fauna, who you found out was also their partner. 

Wanda and Nat couldn’t help but laugh at the way you screwed up your nose in confusion at how that worked, but you didn’t pry just yet.

You and Fauna got on really well, and having a love of witches and fairies and folklore made it so that you could talk all night long if everyone let you. Then there was Agatha and Rio, and their partner Betsy. Again you got on well with Betsy, although she did seem a little more skitish than you expected, but lovely all the same. Rio was someone you seemed to get along with, she listented to you…but something lingered in your mind, something she had said, about this is being who they fell for. 

What did she even mean by that?

Your fingers seem to burn against the glass itself, you didn’t have alchol, you never did. Just appletiser, but even so, you watched the bubbles, eyes laser focused as they fizzed and popped in the liquid—Rios own words echoing, etching into your brain like they were made to stay—you didn’t even hear the click, click of the heels walk across the room, but the scent of vanilla caught your nose and you lifted your head just as you saw her soft smile reach your eyes, her fingers curling softly around your upper arm.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asked softly, taking a slow sip of her wine “food won’t be long, okay?”

“Mmmhh,” you barely covered up the whimper, and you were certain Wanda had heard with the twitch of her lips. You quickly looked back to Fauna and Besty, hoping for some kind of saving—but they didn’t know what was happening in your brain.

How could they save you from something they weren’t even aware off?

You however, where very aware of your pulse beating in your ear, you could feel it, your blood rushing, your palms sweating so much you had to keep changing hands with holding your glass, and Wanda never took her eyes off you which only made you blush harder.

Trying to refocus your brain away from Wanda’s gentle touch or her unenrving green eyes, or the feel of her breath on your skin or the way you never wanted her to leave your sight again, but you needed to move your brain along, so you tried to focus on the party itself—the chatter, the pouring of wine, the soft laughter from Wanda again, and Nat’s bell around her neck—the other people at the party seemed nice enough, Pepper Potts was there which felt a bit odd with her being your housing officer, but you hadn’t really spoken to her much other than when she had first arrived, then there was Lilia Calderu and Jenny Kale, you didn’t know much about them but Wanda looked a bit put out by there arrival.

They were late.

Wanda didn’t like lateness.

She never had.

But for some reason, with these two, there was something underlying, and when they started to laugh with Agatha and Rio, Wanda looked as if she was going to hex them.

“Dinner is served!” Nat announced, standing in the middle of living area, having already set up the dinner table, where there were names set, at each place setting.

But just as you stepped forward with Wanda, the chime from their front door made you pause—no you froze. Wanda and Nat both looked to each with confussion.

“Everyone’s here?” Nat asked, more as confirmation than a question, as everyone else stampeeded past her into the dining room.

But you stayed.

Something told you not to move, not to go forward and sit down, but to wait—to find out with them who was at the door. Wanda stayed with you. Hand on your back and instinctively pulling you closer, which you very much allowed—Nat though, walked forward with purpose, her bell jingling which if it wasn’t so serious would have been amusing.

Nat looked towards you both with a smile that breathed air into your lungs, she turned back, hand to handle and pulled, to be greeted by a man.

Tall.

Handsome.

But a smile than unerved her.

“Can I help you? This is a private dinner party.” Nat asked.

You couldn’t see who it was yet, Nat hadn’t opened the door wide enough, but you felt it, you sensed it, you could smell him. Your whole body tensed, your muscles turning to led—and Wanda felt it, she scraped your hair back from your face.

Then he spoke.

“Hi, is A Miss Y/LN here?” The mans voice wasn’t one you would expect from a guy in his 20’s. It was almost gruff, making hime sound like he was forty. But then he coughed to clear his throat and his voice went back to normal. “I’m Christopher you see—”

“Oh, you’re him are you? Have to say haven’t heard much about you.” Nat responded, foot by the door as your own heart thumped in your chest—what the fuck was he doing here? How dare he come and ruin the one night you’ve been looking forward to for a week.

You had done nothing but speak about this evening to him and you knew that’s what got under his skin, that you would rather spend tonight with not just people who weren’t him, but it was the fact that it was Wanda and Natasha, and a party that only had women there…you hadn’t entirely realised how misogionistic he was.

You had to swallow down any emotions that you felt bubbling to the surface, you couldn’t let Wanda or Nat see that he did get to you, that his words or even just his pressence hurt you—how was it that it took you until this moment to realise that if he loved you, like really loved you, in the ways that he said he did, he would’t have tracked you to their house—and you knew that was a conversation to be had.

“See we had plans,” Christopher shifted, unnerved by Nats cold voice wrapping around him like a snake, she had ended far worse men than him before having Sorbet. “She really should be spending this time with me, I am her boyfreind after all.”

Wanda stepped forward now, she had heard enough of this nonsense, her fingers brushing your arm and motioning for you to stay put. She reached the door, and stood as a united front with Nat, shielding you from this man. The one you call your boyfriend, not that you had mentioned him much since you came into their lives. “Christopher, I think you should leave. I won’t ask you nicely again.”

“I don’t think that’s your choice is it Ma’am.” He snivelled, saying it like he was the one that was in charge, the one that knew you better than them—no he just liked to control you.

His niceness was always what ended up with things getting bad later, the arguments, the control, the you saying sorry for things you hadn’t even done—but you said it to pacify him. It was easier. You sure as hell weren’t going to let Wanda, Nat and their friends get carried into the damn mess of your life.

Your fist clecneched at your side, before you forced yourself to move towards the door, stomach clenching as you pushed your fairy body between them, wings folding and opening as you moved in front of them. Vanilla and cinnamon mixing, lingering beside you. “It’s fine, I’ll talk to you, but I’m not leaving them.”

The look on Christopher told you he wasn’t happy, but he nodded, accepting your words in one way or another.

“Are you sure sweetheart?” Wanda asked, her fingers gently stroking your elbow, lighting up your nerves and pulling you in to them with every touch, further and deeper.

“I-,” you hesitated for just a moment “I’m sure, give me five minutes okay?” You breathed, but you knew there was no way in hell that they would leave you alone with him, not now that they had met him—and realised the situation was far worse than they had originally realised—and it was about to intensify.

“Ahh see, there’s a good girl.” Christopher smirked, his fingers quickly lacing into yours before you could pull away and tugged you forward, making you stumble just slightly. The absolute fire behind both Nat and Wanda’s eyes, you snapped your head round to them, almost shaking your whole body, to ensure they didn’t pounce—not that, that would have honestly been a bad idea.

You walk with Christopher down the end of the path, your not actually sure how your feet were moving—but by some miracle they were. You needed to let him have this conversation before he left, otherwise it would just be worse for you later. You knew that. You always knew. But they didn’t and you needed to keep it that way.

Wanda and Nat saw him for who he was, but you? You knew the ways he was with you wasn’t healthy, but you still didn’t think he was altogether bad—there was just…no connection. Sometimes you wondered if that was because of you? But there was more to it—more that others didn’t see and more than even you refused to acknowledge yourself.

Each step felt longer and heavier than the last, your breath slow as you felt his sticky hands clinging to yours. He was calm. Too calm. Normal breathing compared to your heavier breaths, coming in spurts.

“That’s far enough, thank you.” Nat called out, arms folded leaning against the door frame—she was not letting him take you any further than the gate. You would stay in her line of sight, so she could keep an eye on you both. At least this way you knew that he wouldn’t do his usual shit.

You fingers were in Christophers hand, but not like that of a loving couple. He was in control. His fingers gripped yours. Tight. His eyes darkened, lips curling upwards in a way that made you shiver, and not in a good way.

“I’m not leaving.” You mumble, all the confidence and fire you had just five minutes ago standing in a room of people who who made you feel good, that had disapated.

Christopher laughed “Oh, I know sweetheart, it’s okay.” His fingers touched your cheek, and you flinched. Subtle, but it was there. Enough for Nat to see it.

“Did you just see that?” Wanda frowned, her hand on the low of Natasha’s back, fingers tightening from seeing you so scared and not even being able to admit the truth to them.

“She flinched.” Nat’s jaw tightened, watching on, her hand reaching for Wanda’s to ground her. “This is the last time he ever gets to see her.”

“Nat, that’s not your choice.” Wanda leaned further into her wife’s body, feeling the tension—she felt it too, they wanted to protect you, they were fierce when it came to you, in way that they hadn’t been with any one else before.

You just didn’t realise how much.

Nat saw you. She saw every subtle movement, every flinch that you thought you had kept hidden.

But you hadn’t. Not from her. Never from her or them.

That woman was terrifying in her own way, but she never made you feel uneasy or on edge.

Not once.

Christophers touch wasn’t gentle in the way that Wanda’s was. His was harsh, threatening and always a warning to you.

Behave or you’ll regret it.

He. Fucking. Terrified. You.

“Okay?” You asked, head turning and glancing up to Nat and Wanda. 

Nat was still cross armed, bell jingling everytime she moved, her face filled with pure anger about to snap. Wanda though, stood, back stright and head tilted with a small smile directed only for you to see.

“Yes, I knew you wouldn’t leave” Christopher leaned in, making it look to Wanda and Nat as if he was just kissing your cheek, like a loving boyfriend, his fingers moved down to your hips, squeezing tight, thumb pressing in on the bruise he knew was there from when you walked into the cuboard the other day, making you wince. “You will come to mine tommorrow. Do you understand me?”

No words left you mouth. Almost too scared to speak, incase it was wrong, or more frighteningly, incase it was right.

“Oh I know it’s hard sweetheart with people watching, especially with them, but come on, use your big girl words, I know you can do it.” Christopher smirked in that way that made you feel sick to your stomach, your heart was in your damn throat, and if his hand hand’t been on your elbow, yout knees would have buckled.

You swallowed hard, trying to find any part of you that had the strength to say some truth to him, even if it didn’t end particularlly well for you “We’re not going to last much longer if you don’t change Christopher, but fine. As you wish. I will be there.” You never liked confontation, you always struggled standing up for yourself, but here you were just doing that, even if it was with a shake to your voice.

“And when I text or call you, you answer me.” His grip tightened on your hip.

“No.” You murmured “I’m giving my phone to Nat, and she will hold onto it for the night. I’m not doing this tonight, and you can not hurt me in front of them.” your face was flushed with the pure panick from what you had just said, of standing your ground.

You took a deep breath, holding back the anger that would turn to tears behind your eyes, and just as you turned to walk away he grabbed your wrist, squeezing tight—your muscles tightened immediately, and he whispered something under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear. “They’ve changed you.”

“No, they just showed me who I was hiding…” Your eyes flicked down to where he was holding your wrist “I would let go before Nat snaps your arm in half though.” Just as your words left your mouth Nats bell was ringing as she walked towards you. Christopher quickly unclasped his fingers and left through the gate, not wanting to have an argument about you—not with them.

One thing for Christopher, he always knew when he would not win in a fight.

Your whole body unclenched as Nat reached your side, bell jingling, her fingers gripping your arm, no words, just a look as she held you still for a moment, and you nodded. 

You were okay, at last, you were okay.

It took some time for you to breathe again.

Everyone had already sat at the table, food dished up, the smell of rosemary and thyme coating the air—you saw the food, your eyes widened with hunger, creamy chicken pasta for most people, but Fauna had something different, it was salmon, new potaoes with rosemary, thyme and garlic, with broccoli stems. 

That was your favourite meal, one Wanda made you countless times. It was a meal that felt like home.

Then you saw the three empty chairs all beside each other, directly opposite Agatha, Rio and Betsy.

Shit.

Right in the middle too

On the side of Agatha and Rio, there also sat Peggy, and Angie—on the other side, where the empty chairs sat, Pepper positioned herself happily next to Fauna, and on the other side of the empty seats, was Lila and Jen. 

It was warm. 

Your face was flushed.

The chatter was loud.

But right now, loud was okay. You could deal with loud.

“Sweetheart?” Wanda’s fingers gently twisted in yours “sit in the middle of us okay? I’ll plate up your food.” A breath. “Now, do you want a drink?” Her soft voice was the calm after the storm, the smell of grass after rain, and after what he said, what his words meant—Wanda’s touch was the very thing that grounded you.

You nodded in response, “Appletiser.” Your tired eyes looked up quickly “if it’s no trouble, of course.” Your words tumbled out from between your lips like that of a loosely coiled spring.

Wanda pressed one hand to your lower back, pushing, her other hand tightly in yours—pushing you gently forward.

When Wanda’s fingers left your hand, you could feel the air curl around them, there was an emptiness you hadn’t expected. It felt like a yearning for her touch, for her breath, for her. It wasn’t just a want anymore. It was a need. 

Yet you still couldn’t fully admit the truth to yourself.

You were in love with both Wanda and Nat.

You stepped forward, pulse thumping against your throat, fairy wings still intact, seating yourself down on a particularly unusual comfy kitchen chair, one that was made of oak, flat, not lumpy like the old ones they had.

Your gaze stayed in the kitchen, watching Wanda and Nat move together like a poem from the 18th Century.

Beautiful, Unique, and never a step out of time.

Nat poured your drink, the bubbles drifting through the liquid, afraid that if you looked up, she’d catch the longing written all over your face. Your eyes lingered on her hand—beautiful, soft—you wanted them wrapped around you like a soft blanket that would always keep you safe. She was watching you, nd you weren’t sure if she had always been looking or if she’d only just begun, but the smile on her lips, the kindess in her face made the heat flush right your cheeks—in front of everyone.

Was it actually warm in this room? Or was it just from the attention of two very specific and attractive women?

Natasha walked over, now with three drinks in hand, your appletiser, the only person at the table not drinking alcohol and for the first time in your life, not one person questioned it, or tried to force you to drink something you didn’t want to.

It was a weird feeling.

Of safety.

Contentment.

And family. 

The people that you chose and who have chosen you.

She also carried two glasses of wine, one for herself, one for Wanda. 

Natasha set them down carefully on the table, the clicking of the glass echoing against the wood sliding your glass towards you, the other two in front of the free place settings, but her eyes never left yours for a a single second—it was almost intense. That feeling you still couldn’t admit to yourself, not fully. This was more than friendship, more than care and more than just new friends. 

You knew the truth—in reality, this was love. You were just too fearful to admit the fact of the situation and your feelings, especially whilst you were still with Christopher.

The was a whole other complication—one of which you did not know how you’d find your way out of this side of the century.

Your brain was spinning, until Nat’s hand covered yours on the table “Breathe, your safe detka.” She had noticed your chest moving faster, and your eyes glazed over, zoning out from the speed of your racing thoughts—her ouch, her voice, her scent bought you back to reality.

Detka? You frowned at the word. 

But some how you did exactly what she said, you let out a small breath which you could tell made her happy with the smile that stretched into her cheeks. Nat stood back up, turning herself towards the kitchen to collect her own plate on the side.

Wanda began walking towards the table, two plates in her hand one, balanced like a professional waitress on her wrist and between her finger and thumb. On one, was salmon, which you assumed was for yourself, the other was the chicken pasta. Wanda placed the salmon in front of you, the smell of lemon and garlic wafting up your nostrils and you swore you were about to have a foodgasm right there and then.

Wanda set her own plate down on her place setting followed closely by Nat doing the same with her own food. 

The two of them slid into their seats on either side of you. A gentle grin forming on both of their faces, the flush in your cheeks brightning up the whole room.

Like rudolph’s nose.

“Eat, Ladybug, can’t have you evaporating on us, now can we?” Wanda pressed your fork into your hand, your fingers gripped the cold metal, turning your knuckles white and Wanda’s thumb stroked over your fingers.

It was a reminder for you to relax. 

To breathe. 

That you were safe. 

Wanda could always see how nervous you were, your face red—burning, your fingers holding tight to the edge of the table or your own knee, which was usually bouncing to a rhythm faster than could be played. 

Tonight was no different. 

You always struggled eating in front of others, but somehow here, with them on either side of you—for the first time, you weren’t actually fearful…you weren’t even really thinking about it.

The salmon melted on your tongue, as you took your first bite, the beautiful taste of the lemon and dill combined with the garlic was perfect. This was a five star restaurant delicacy. Nothing was ver powering, or weirdly textured. Every ingredient balanced the other out flawlessly. 

The best thing of all though, no one watched you as you ate, they all focussed on their own food, drinks and conversation. You sighed happily, in heaven as you looked around at these people you barely knew, but whom made you feel more at home than your own fault ever had—finally you relaxed into the evening at hand.

“So,” Rio began, looking towards Wanda—but the playful smile crossing her lips was directed at you “Agatha tells me you have set of books coming into the shop?” 

“Mmmm, that’s right, we had a request for them a few months ago, and I figured I would get more on the topic anyway. I do teach the subject after all.” Wanda twirled her pasta around her fork with such precision, and perfection, before slipping the fork between her wet lips.

You were almost at the end of your salmon, when your ears perked up at the sound of conversation about books. 

You had a love for books, to fall into a world that you could escape to, to make friends with those characters, it gave you such an exhilaration of excitement, you truly could not put words on how safe books made you feel.

How they always gave you a longing for something you didn’t know you wanted or needed, until your eyes graced words on the pages of the books.

“What books?” you ask shly, cheeks blanching as you found yourself asking the question in the middle of the already going on conversation.

Wanda heard you as clear as the blue sky on a hot summers day. She turned to you, slipping her hand on to your knee causing a quiet squeak to escape from the back of your throat, attempting to swallowed down your embarassment.

Did anyone hear that mouse like squeak? 

You knew the chances of both Wanda and Nat having heard were certain, they never missed a single thing when it came to you—and you were pretty sure Agatha, Rio and possibly Betsy heard the noise as well.

Fuck.

Shit.

Jesus H Roosevelt Christ. 

This was not your day.

If only the ground would swallow you whole right about now, if only a black fucking hole would open up in the middle of the dinning table, and pull you right in, then you’d never have to think about the embarrassing squeak ever again.

“Well, sweetheart, did you ever hear about the witches of Orkney?” a soft half smile graced Wanda’s lips, pausing before taking a large bite of her pasta.

You nodded, eyes wide, listening closely, intrigued, needing to know every intricate detail of this conversation. 

Four months ago you had requested book on a very specific woman from the Orkney Islands, a woman who was executed as a witch in Scotland. Your own ancestor. The book it self was based on very real events but there was also a lot of folklore tied into it. That was of intrigue to you, seeing them both overlap in the book—you’d requested it from the Scarlet Witch cafe, from Agatha herself, so you were a bit confused, actually a lot confused as to why Rio was asking Wanda about it. 

It made zero sense.

Your eyes lingered on Rio, as she took conversation with your—with Wanda, eyebrows furrowing with you attempting to make sense of it—

“OH MY GOD!” You squealed making everyone jump out of their skin as the realisation hit you like a freight train in the night.

Everyone was now staring at you. All eyes watching the shy squeaky girl sitting between the most intimidating women you knew.

Luckily you didn’t seem to notice their eyes on you, because all you could focus on was Wanda, and the shocker of a fact that she was the woman you had spoken about with Agatha. “YOU OWN THE SCARLET WITCH CAFÉ?!” You voice came out in a high pitched ring.

Wanda chuckled behind her wine, holding the glass against her lips, her fingers still on your knee and she squeezed gently. Nat on the other hand was very much being entertained by this discussion and your excitement, like she was watching a rom-com.

“Ah, so the secret is out, my sweet curious Bug.” The corners of wanda’s lips curved upwards, like this was the best thing she had witnessed all damn week.

“You didn’t know?” Betsy perked up, her eyes shinning with intrest.

Although who wouldn’t be at least a little bit curious at you finding out what seemed to be the biggest piece of information going this side of Atlantic.

You began blushing furiously, cheeks burning hot—flushing red, matching the color of Nats wine. Your hands shot up coving your face, trying to hide the utter shambles you were causing yourself and your embarrassment for not knowing the truth until now. You mumbled through your fingers “you could have told me!”

Wanda licked her lips a little, tracing her tongue along the wetness, tilting her head in your direction “but then I’d have missed this utterly adorable reaction, my little darling.”

God how were you even going to survive this night. Not when you had Wanda talking to you like you were her favourite person in the entire world, subtly teasing you for how adorable both she and Nat found you—your heart clung to them both like a raft to water—you honestly don’t know how you lived a single day without them in your life.

But you did.

That was survival.

This was living.

You found happiness, an emotion, a feeling, you’d never really experienced in the entirety of you life, yet here you were sat between them both and your stomach was in a continuous stretch of somersaults in the pit of your stomach when either them so much as breathed in your direction. 

Nats hand slipped onto your other knee, your breath caught like a fire in the back of your throat as her fingers pressed in gently, warmth flooding through every part of your body.

You swore to whatever god, goddess or fucking diety that was listening, if anything else like this happened tonight, you would combust into glitter. You were barely holding it together as it was, and now they both had their hands on your knees, whilst your face was close to the colour of a red hot chilli pepper.

You could feel the continuing flush in your cheeks, spiking hot, travelling down to your neck as you finished of the last of the salmon, followed by a gulp of your appletiser in an attempt to distract yourself from the two hands wrapped around both your knees. Your pulse heavy in your throat, your grip tight around the fork.

Breathe.

Just fucking breathe Y/N.

Everyone around the table had subtle smirks painted on their lips, despite most of them going back to individual conversations—all except Pepper, Agatha, Rio and Betsy who all had their eyes on you.

That did not help how flustered you were right now and how much worse it was going to become if they kept staring at you like this—like this was a show and you were the main attraction.

Wanda leaned towards you. Her own cheeks pink from the alcohol now in her system, her breath warm against the side of your cheek as her finger traced gently over the edge of your ear, eliciting a soft giggle from your throat. “breathe for me darling, don't want to face plant the potatoes.”

Nat couldn’t help the chortle that escaped her mouth and nose at the same time, spluttering on her drink, but quickly swallowing down the liquid. “My god,” she said breathlessly “leave the poor girl alone Wands, you’ll break her.” Nat snickered, trying to hold a full laugh down as she twirled another piece of pasta around her fork—which in comparison to Wanda who was eating like the Queen of England, shovelled it in her mouth like she’d not eaten all week.

The feeling in your very soul was that of need, of desperation, of desire—even when you pretended otherwise—that this was what everyone felt for the friends sisters. 

God. 

Even you knew trying to convince yourself of that was completely diabolical.

It was an ache that you had for them both, the kind that say in your ribs, never letting you breathe, to allow air into your lungs. But feeling like this for both of them? Was that even a possibility? Could it really happen?

No.

Bug stop it.

You’re delusional if you think a single thing could happen, or if you thought they even felt the tiniest bit the same for you as you did for them.

Besides, they were married—to each other, where would you even fit in? 

You couldn’t let your brain go there—couldn’t, wouldn't, shouldn’t. Especially not whilst you were still in a realationship. Okay, so may Christopher was utterly horrific and a fucking man child, but he still…wanted you. 

That had to be enough for now.

So you spoke to Wanda about the book shop, finding out about why she started it in the first place considering she’s already a university lecturer. You asked her and Nat about thee joint class they host at the University. The most popular class there is, which in it self intrigued you.

Speaking also to Fauna and Betsy, with them both being the only ones your age in this particular circle, unlike your usual struggles of getting to know people your own age, they were easy to talk to. Kind, and interested in you as you were in them.

For the first time ever, there was no worries or anxiety.

It was exactly how it should be.

You could breathe and enjoy your time with other people—special people that made your heart sing.

Angie was about to make her leave but before she did, she bought over the pudding. Your eyes widened at what was placed in the middle of the table. Apple and Rhubarb crumble with oat cream. One of your absoloute favourites, and Wanda and Nat had—

“You…you remembered?” Your heart stopped, gaze flickering to Wanda, lump in your throat as you tried not let your stupid fucking emotions cascade you like a storm out at sea.

Wanda laughed, “of course sweet girl,” her fingers came up to your cheek “little lady bug, we meant it, nothing is too much for us, not when it comes to you.”

God.

It was as if the air had been swept right out from under you, gasping for your final breath in the middle of a desert, crawling to the last drop of water, especially in that whisper-soft voice that made your knees buckle.

Thank fuck you were already seated.

Was she trying to make you flutter into an actual fairy mess? 

Because it was working.

You were a puddle, a fairy puddle.

“Here,” Nat slid a napkin towards you “don’t cry into the crumble detka, we know you don't like soggy food.”

You shook your head, laughing in the back of your throat picking up your spoon and digging in to your food. 

Taking a small breath again as you ate, and then Rio began to ask you about your degree, and then a question came from Betsy that made the whole room freeze.

It was like watching a dear in headlights when the words fell from between her lips and landed with a thud on the table in front of her.

Then everyone laughed.

You weren’t sure which was more confusing.

“So…Y/N, dom or sub?” Betsy asked as she shovelled her food into her mouth, as if it was going out of fashion.

You really didn't see a problem with the question, but that was because you didn’t completely understand it. 

Your face puzzled, slipping the spoon between your lips, trying to understand the question at hand.

You felt Wanda’s hand on your knee freeze, her thumb had been tracing small circles until Betsy spoke—and the way Nat looked towards you with a devilish smirk, she was genuinely curious, inquisitive, like she wasn’t sure what your answer would be, but she certainly was intrigued—like she was collecting data for how they would proceed with you.

“I- I’m not a fan of subway, so dominos I guess, I’m even fussy with my pizza to be honest, so—” you stopped when you saw the smirks, and sniggers around the table, and your heart began to beat in the pit of your stomach from the sheer panic that you’d said something utterly stupid.

Utterly wrong.

Utterly…pathetic and idiotic.

Betsy laughed.

Rio and Agatha smirked.

Nat ran her fingers across your knuckles, in a slow, gentle motion, that made every nerve in your body light up like electricity sparking.

Wanda just smiled softly, gazing at you as if you had hung the moon and the stars themselves, as was Nat, it was a little unnerving…not uncomfortable, just, you felt a shift in how they were around you from all previous times you’d spent with them. Something had changed heavily between you and the two of them. It was stronger, like the connection was growing, like flowers that bloom in spring.

“DOMINOS! SHE SAID DOMINIOS!” Betsy wheezed, hitting her palm on the table, making the cutlery clatter from the sudden thump “next she’ll say BDSM stands for Burgers, Dips, Snacks and Milkshakes.” 

Fuck.

You felt so dumb, especially as that is probably what you would have said if she’d of asked you. But now you were wondering what BDSM really did stand for. 

Maybe something to ask Wanda and Nat later, if it wasn’t answered in this conversation.

You saw Nat give Rio a look, like a nod that something wasn’t quite as okay as she would like it to be, but you weren’t entirely sure. Your heart was still exploding—sitting between your two favorite people who you wouldn’t admit that they cared for you as more than a friend.

You couldn’t see it.

You were oblivious, especially when something was staring you blank point in the face.

“BURGERS! AND! AND! MILKSHAKES!” Betsy couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard, and then—she hit her first on the table from laughing so hard making the table shake much harder than before—which made you unexpectedly flinch.

Rio moved quickly. Her fingers suddenly around Betsy’s jaw, forcing eye contact, not caring who was watching as long as she had her full, undivided attention “Sweetheart. That. Is. Enough.” Her fingers pressed in just a little, waiting until Betsy nodded before removing her fingers from the girls face “good girl.”

Your brows furrowed watching the scene unfold.

What on earth had you just witnessed? And why was your answer so comedic to her?

“Nat?” You whisper, leaning closer towards her body, your lips at the side of her head and your hand cupping her ear “what’s a domme?”

Nat spluttered, choking on her wine, gulping for air before staring daggers in Betsy’s direction. Like what the fuck was she playing at? Now they had to have this conversation with you, and so much sooner than she and Wanda could have ever expected. 

“Later sweet girl, later.” Nats voice, soft, calm, and steady as she began to clear the table, collecting the dishes and turning the conversation to Peggy Carter and Fauna. “Peggy? You and Fauna staying?” 

“But—” you tried, but Wanda’s fingers squeezed around your knee, and you immediately stopped trying to get them to explain, you would honestly do anything she told you to in the moment. “we’ll talk to you about it later bug, I promise.”

You were finally led away from table, taken in hand by Rio through to the living room. Her fingers gently clasping your palm, whilst Wanda and Nat cleared the table and tidied up th kitchen. 

Usually they would have waited till after everyone had gone, but you were sure they were going to take this time to discuss you and some of the conversations that had happened and would need to happen. 

You followed Rio, not wanting to leave Wanda and Nat, but with some insistance, with Wanda telling you they’d be quick, and to trust Rio, you allowed yourself to be taken you away by the woman with face paint, that made her look like death—well a skeleton.

You sat yourself on the soft couch next to her and Lila Calderu—an older woman, a bit cooky but otherwise harmless, palms sweating from the nerves of sitting with new people without Wanda or Nat beside you—it was unnerving and a little anxiety inducing.

But something just felt—off. You couldn’t really put your finger on it.

They were kind.

You were naive.

That was the problem in most spaces for you—this was no different.

And you couldn't never really understand the difference between when someone genuinely wanted to be your friend and when they were being manipulative assholes. You never had been able to see the truth of that in people.

“Well, well, well, so you’re the famous Bug we’ve heard so much about?” Lila smiled, on the surface it was innocent enough, but something felt like it lay behind her eyes that you couldn’t see. She tucked a loose strand of your hair behind you ear. 

Was she just being friendly? Perhaps? Or maybe she had an agenda that you weren’t quite sure of.

Ontheotherhand, maybe you were just over reacting, through your own personal history, people hadn’t shown you honesty when it came to their intentions. At this point, you were just used to expecting the worst.

“It’s Y/N if you don’t mind.” You didn’t really feel comfortable with strangers calling you Bug. It had become something that only Wanda and Nat had taken to calling you. But still telling other people they couldn’t? That was scary. Putting in boundaries? Even scarier. 

Your voice cracked as you said the words. You weren’t exactly sure where you got the nerve, but no way were you going to let someone you hadn’t even had a conversation with yet, call you ladybug—not until you knew her better and knew she wasn’t going to be trouble. You automatically shifted closer to Rio , she felt the nearest safe person right now.

“Oh? Do I not get the privilege of that name? and for such a pretty little thing like you?” she shifted closer.

“Yeah, well, I don’t know you.” You muttered “no offence, just I know Wanda, Nat, Agatha, Rio and I have gotten to know Betsy, but…look it’s nothing against you, it’s just, I’m not comfortable with you yet,” you paused taking a awkward sip of your drink, eyes darting towards the kitchen hoping Wanda and Nat wouldn’t be much longer, because you were certain that you would crumble before they appeared.

“hmm, maybe not, but,” Lila touched the fabric of your sweater pulling at the sleeve “pretty, sweet little thing aren’t you,” Lila chuckled—then from across the room, you noticed Jen, the way her lips curved upwards into a mischievous smile that made you uneasy, her dark red nails matching that of her wine and lips.

“So adorably innocent.” Jen quirked an eyebrow, taking another sip of her wine, and now, something told you that Wanda and Nat didn’t just dislike them for being late, maybe it was something more than what you could see or understand.

“Lila. Stop. This isn’t the time or place for your games.” Unlike the Rio that had spoken to your warmly, her voice came through like a crack in the glass. 

“It’s just a bit of fun, what’s the big deal. She’s not even theirs.” Lila growled. Leaning back against the sofa in a huff.

None of you heard the heels that walked in from the kitchen.

Sharp, deliberate, echoing across wood.

You stiffened, eyes shut, trying to pretend this wasn’t happening.

Lila’s hand came up to your cheek, your body went still as she pinched your cheek “no harm in it, is there sweetie pie?”

Suddenly, you smelt the vanilla that was Wanda’s perfume, her hand snapped around Lila’s wrist in such determined hatred—something you had never seen from her before. “Hands. Off.” Wanda’s fingers squeezed tighter around her wrist “You do not fucking touch without consent. You know that, this has always been the rule, and you’re in mine and Nat’s home, and she,” Wanda kept her eyes locked on Lila “is off limits.” 

The air in the room began to crackle from her anger, her possessiveness, her protectiveness over you.

“Wands…” Nats voice came through with an echo, concern for her wife as Wanda did not move. Her green eyes crackling with fury “WANDA!” Nat finally snapped, pulling Wanda away with her words.

“Lila. Time to go. And you Jen.” Nat stood in the corner, arms folded, tea towel draped over her shoulder, watching with careful eyes.

You were their priority. Your comfort. Your safety. The was the most important thing right now.

“Oh don't be a spoiled sport—” Jen tried to lighten the mood but it fell on deaf ears.

Silence.

You were sat practically on top of Rio at this point, Wanda stood full body in front of you in a protective stance. 

Nat scowled at Jen, daring her to say another word or for Lila to do or say something else—you weren’t sure if she’d done it intentionally or not. 

But right now that didn’t matter.

Not to you.

Not to Rio.

And certainly not to Wanda and Nat.

“She’s drunk. You both are. Now go home.”

Agatha found herself on her feet “it’s okay, I’ve got it. I’ll take these two idiots home.” She leaned in, kissing Rio gently on the lips and grabbed her goat. “Come on dumb and dumber. My car. Now.”

Lila and Jen were both dragged out the house like misbehaving school children, growling about how it was just a joke and people shouldn’t take it so seriously and Agatha snapping as the door closed “will you two shut up and get in the damn car.”

Once you all heard the door shut with a click, you found yourself letting out a breath you hadn’t even realised you were holding tight in your lungs.

Wanda turned to you, unclenching both her jaw and fists. 

Slowly her lungs expanded, she bent her knees, crouching down in front of you, one hand sliding on top of your bouncing knee, the other hand gently slipping under your chin and pulling your gaze towards her. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I should have asked them to leave when they first arrived, they, we, they always push too far, and I’m sorry. You did so good. Myself and Nat are so fucking proud of you."

“We really are.” Nat agreed, stepping closer to the two of you “We’re so very proud of you ladybug!” Her cat bell still jingling like a cat about to make her entrance.

“I,” the words were on the tip of her your tongue, squirming and ready to tumble out, but being held back back by a rope to your lungs

The sweat on your skin, covered both your hands and behind your knees, your stomach was continuously pulling, twisting into knots like you were dangling of the verge of the cliff with the rope on its last thread about to snap, “I’ve never seen you angry before. That was…fire.” And you meant it. 

There was a rage bubbling like lava beneath Wanda. 

Her feelings towards Lila and Jen. 

Her eyes glowing green with a kind of magic you had not seen before, you were certain that she would destroy the world before anyone even looked at you or touched you like that again. 

The way Wanda had reacted, grabbing Lila’s wrist so firmly, it wasn’t something that had scared you, quite the opposite. It had intrigued you as to why, or how she could be so protective over… you. 

You weren't special. You were just you.

Wanda couldn’t help but laugh, her hands cupping your warm cheeks “Of course my fire burns for you sweetheart, you are a very special girl.” 

And your breath caught, the moment she said it.

Was there really more to her feelings than you had ever realised? 

Did Nat feel the same?

The beat of your heart was pulsing in your ears. Things were coming together, linking, words being said, and you beginning to understand what they really meant. But still, you weren’t ready to acknowledge or take it on board, not fully, not yet.

But very, very soon.

Wanda nodded, her thumb stroking your cheek before taking your glass to refill it.

Nat followed needing to talk to her wife about what had just happened, out of ear shot of you.

“Wanda?” Nat gripped Wanda’s elbow as she poured the new bottle of appletiser “what was that?”

“What?” Wanda grit her teeth, knuckles whitening around the glass.

“Detka.” Nat turned her wife to face her as soon as she’d finished pouring the bubbly liquid, her fingers wrapping over her wifes wrists, and throwing the tea towel to the side “Not only did you almost take Lila’s wrist out it’s socket, but you almost,” Nat checked over her shoulder to ensure the door was still shut and know one, especially you, could not hear what she was about to say. In a hushed toned, Nat continued “you almost, your magic Wanda, you almost lost control of it.”

“I know Nat!” Wanda snapped, slamming the class down of the table, her voice trembling, realising, knowing how much she came close to loosing control of her magic, for the first time in years.

A knock sounded, interrupting their conversation and Rio’s head poked round “Sorry to interrupt.”

“You’re fine.” Wanda said, masking her frustration “everything okay?”

“Y/N has fallen asleep, she’s curled up on the couch, and we weren’t sure if we should wake her up.”

“No, don’t wake her.” Nat smiled, “but you and the rest get off now, we’ve got out bug.”

Nat hadn’t even realised she’d said it.

Rio quirked an eyebrow in her direction, before nodding and leaving.

“Our bug, huh?” Wanda grinned, like they were both finally admitting the truth about how they felt for you.

You were fast asleep on the couch, wings still on, cardigan removed and on the floor. Your head on the pillows that Rio had put there to ensure you didn’t get a creak in your neck.

Wanda and Nat came back through, eyes falling on you the second the stepped into the living room. Wanda pressed her hand to her chest, clutching her invisible pearls.

“Nat…” Wanda said just under her breath so as to not to wake you from your sleeping slumber. She knelt down at the side of the couch near your head, and Nat followed in unison. 

“She’s sucking her thumb.” Nat whispered.

“God she’s adorable.”

“She’s too precious.”

The two of them continued to watch, seeing you so peaceful did something to her—if you thought she was protective before, you had seen nothing yet. 

Wanda ran her fingers across your cheek, whilst Nat pressed her hand against your calf, her thumb gently stroking, and Wanda moved her fingers from your cheek, to slowly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“Let’s get her up to bed.” Nat stood, pressing a hand onto Wanda’s shoulder, “the bed in her room is all made up anyway.”

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Your mother—well, that relationship was dying out; your sister—that wasn’t exactly a relationship you cared to even try and fix, at least not right now, considering she was the one who broke it in the first place—and your grandmother, well, it was coming up for three years since she had passed. Every year it got harder; every year, you just wanted to disappear into yourself. You missed her almost every waking second; the only silver lining, you supposed, was Wanda and Natasha, and university too, but mainly them. They made you feel like you were home with them, and you didn’t have to pretend a single thing—you could be yourself without worry or judgement, which you still struggled to understand was how it should always be.

This was the first year you weren’t able to celebrate Samhain the way you usually would, or even with the people you usually did—but really you didn’t mind; it was about remembering your grandmother for you mostly, along with the other traditions, but you had still been planning everything out for the festival with Lizzy, who usually celebrated with you to remember her own parents—they died 2 weeks after Halloween. So when Wanda and Natasha had invited you to their Halloween party, there was no question in your mind about going. Lizzy had declined, though, wanting to spend the night thinking about her parents, and you understood that completely.

Since starting at the university, you had found yourself working yourself so hard, to the point that both Wanda and Natasha had popped by to check up on you, but you’d just brush them off with a lot of ‘I’m fines’ and ‘see you laters’ and ‘just a couple more hours’. But this was Wanda and Natasha; they weren’t stupid—and even more than that, they could see right under your cover, right under your pretence that everything was fine, especially when it wasn’t. Because the truth was, you missed them; you missed living with them more than anything, but Christopher was over the moon that you no longer lived at their home.

Then there was the fact that the university accommodation you lived in housed two people, two apartments, the first floor, which you lived on, and the other on the ground floor, which housed Yelena Belova, who was Natasha’s sister — you knew there was some untold tension there; Natasha had never mentioned a sister in the few months you had lived with her, and when you asked Iris, she avoided the subject altogether. You didn't like being kept in the dark, but you respected that it was clearly something that no one was ready to speak on yet.

Yelena herself was nice enough, but she didn’t seem to like you very much; maybe it was because you were friends with Natasha, or maybe something else entirely. You seemed to find any convesation which she had with you, it felt like she was just trying to turn you against Natasha—it made you feel incredibly uncomfortable. Even speaking to Yelena's girlfriend, Kate, who was almost as confused as you—she, too, told you that Yelena had never mentioned Natasha; in fact, she assumed that her girlfriend was an only child. It was a weird situation—confusing, as neither Nat nor Yelena would open up about the truth of it. So, for now you decided to keep your mouth shut about the whole thing and just focus, for tonight at least at the Halloween party that Wanda and Natasha were hosting.

The Halloween party started at 8pm, and Wanda had sent you a list of people attending, as well as all the food and drinks that would be available for you, and any activities that would be played or set out, which really helped you to not overthink or worry about every little detail—I mean you still did, but maybe not has bad as you would have done without that information.

You found yourself at 4pm, putting away the last of your research for your family history asisgnment. You lit a candle for your grandmother on the alter you had set up, welcoming her into the space you had created for Samhain—for her spirit to visit this world, even if you wouldn’t be here to greet her. You set her photograph at the front, with Lizzys parents on one side and your Cat Luna who had passed away when you were only 8, on the other side of your grandmother. You breathed a sigh of relief, stepping back and taking in the alter. It was perfect.

You decided as you still had a few hours before the party, you would look back over the details of the note that Wanda left you before you began to ready yourself. Wanda had said she would pick you up, but you had just passed your driving test, so you decided you were going to drive yourself, even with Wanda and Natasha’s hesitancy, they agreed—although you weren’t sure how you were going to sit in your car and drive comfortably with your costume on, but you'd figure it out.

The folded piece of parchment, still sat on the side, looking like it had been lifted straight from the nineteenth century and into the present—probably Wanda’s idea with both of you having a love of history. You took a sip of your now luke warm tea, placing it on the old writing desk that Natasha has gifted you for passing your driving test. The paper was clutched between your fingers, she had drawn a delicate heart on the blank piece that had been folded over, one half of the bottom of the hearts line was curled downwards. You unfolded it and seeing Wanda’s writing again made your heart race.

The people mentioned in the letter, the guests for the party were Pepper Potts, a young girl called Betsy who was your age, and another young girl called Fauna, who was just a year younger than you. Wanda ensured that you were aware of them both so you didn't get an unwelcomed surprise, not that she was bad or anything like that, but just so you knew who to expect, and then there was Carol Danvers, Lila Calderu, Angie Martinelli and her wife Peggy Carter, Ana Jarvis and lastly Rio Vidal and her wife, a name you recognised…Agatha Harkness.

“Wow.” you muttered, that was a lot of people who you did not know. But Agatha? She was the woman who helped run that Scarlett Witch cafe, she was always so lovely, but there was always something about her, something that you couldn’t quite get a read on. She never once revealed who the actual owner of the cafe was, despite telling you that she often came in to run the cafe on the days Agatha couldn’t. You hadn’t be there in over a month though, so you already felt a small thrill about seeing Agatha again.

And with Pepper Potts, you knew her from university, she had showed you your housing, and gave you the rules when you first arrived, but she did seem like a very lovely person, if not a little stern at times, but someone you could go to if you needed anything at all.

Your eyes ran down over the words, the delicate, beautiful calligraphy in Wanda’s hand, and reading her words about the food. They had put together plates of food especially for you, food that you could eat, that wouldn't make your skin blotchy or red—your plates of foos would have a label with your name on it so you knew what you could eat. They had also made sure to exclude any food in the house at all that you were actually allergic to, but everything else was there. Your hand clutched at your chest—not one person had ever made you feel so seen before, made you feel that you mattered or that you were cared about—

The buzz of your mobile alerted you.

Two new messages, one from the small group chat that Natasha had set up for the three of you so you could all see each others messages to one another, and you thought part of that was also so they could keep an eye on you. However the other text that had landed just made you groan. Christopher. Fucking hell. Your boyfriend. God It was getting too much now. The text he had sent you was him telling you how you were a bad girlfriend not spending halloween with him, and not allowing him to come to the party at Wanda and Nat's, and how if you really loved him you would change all your plans around to suit him. In the end you had to put your location on so he could make sure, in his words that you weren't cheating on him. You knew that was wrong on his part, but honestly, you were scared of what would happen if you did break it off, his reaction, considering how he could get if you were only hanging out with your friends.

You just ignored him despite your heart sinking, he was like an emotional vampire biting down when everything felt good. You swiped off his message, and checked the one from the group chat, a small reminder to start getting ready. Both Wanda and Nat knew how your mind wandered, how you often became distracted and would often end up rushing out the door forgetting your head.

W: “Bug, you sure you don’t want us to come get you? Nat could leave now and pick you up?”

Y/N: “No, I promise I can do this. I’ll start getting ready now, but I might be with you a little earlier than planned.”

N: “That’s okay little love. We’re just setting up, so you can help us if you get here early. I know your anxiety is probably high, so get here as early as you like.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, they way they both gave you care, and softness, something you had not used to by anyone, and it still somehow surprised you even after all these months being in their life properly. You placed your phone on charge whilst you began to get ready.

“Right Bug, make up first, just like Lizzy showed you.” You never really wore make up, sometimes mascara but it wasn’t ever something you really enjoyed putting on. You didn’t see the point—also sensory wise, sometimes it could be too much. But you wanted to try, at least for the party tonight. You felt you needed to make an effort especially for Wanda and Nat, and so you went to Lizzy for help. She showed you at least ten times how to put each piece of make-up. So now, here you were, sat at your desk doing some soft, concealer, then on to the glitter green cottage core eyeshadow, black mascara that had some glitter in it, some matte green lip stick to match your dress and finally, some clear sparkly lip gloss to finish. For once you felt good wearing make up, it didn’t feel uncomfortable, but you also hoped not to wear it for the whole night either. It just, it was never something you did.

Next you found your outfit hanging up over your wadrobe, witchy, whimsical. it was beautiful and the fabric was just the kind you could deal with, the under layer was silk, making you feel the comfort and safety you needed when it came to your clothing. The dress itself, the top half over your chest was a forest green satin, and as it moved down to your waist and below, to the flowy part, it moved to more of a sage green. It was cotton with a smocked waist to allow for extra room and comfortability. It worked perfectly for you—see that had been Wanda’s idea, seeing you need more room when it came to your clothing.

The sleeves of the dress fluttered just slightly above your elbows, Natasha had made sure of that after you mentioned you were self concious of your upper arms—you’d always struggled with your weight over the years and no matter how many times Wanda, Nat or even Lizzy told you how gorgeous you were—the feeling of your own body always made you feel self conscious. You couldn’t help that, so instead of trying to change your mind, Wanda and Nat especially, adjusted, to help you find things that made you feel more comfortable in the body you were in.

The sage green part of the dress fluttered around the middle of your thighs, they felt light against your skin. You wore, warm thermal tights that had ivy woven in and were trailing up the front, warm, but looked just like any normal pair of tights you would wear any other time of the year. The wings that went with your dress attached to your back with velcro, so no elastic over your shoulders, nothing digging into your skin. You would take the wings with you for Nat or Wanda to put on properly—with your dress and wings, you wore a flower crown made of daisies and ivys twisted together and down to the middle of your back, laying against your long soft hair. Lastly you applied some body shimmer to your cheeks and collarbones, and you put on a cream knitted cardigan that lay over the green dress complimenting the tones.

“Right, Bug,” You smiled sweetly at yourself in the mirror, almost making yourself uncomfortable, your heart hammering inside your chest, you packed up your over the shoulder Winnie the Pooh bag, placing in some lip gloss and your mascara for an extra touch up if needed, you took your phone of charge and placed the charger and phone inside, your purse, car keys and house keys, as well as the photograph of your grandmother that Wanda had asked you to bring. And lastly you sprayed yourself with some white chocolate and coconut flower perfume before placing the bottle into your bag.

You sent a quick text to Natasha and Wanda letting them know you were leaving and you’d be arriving at theirs a good forty minutes before you were expected, but as always it was just a ‘drive safe’ text that was sent back from the both.

The suzuki swift that Wanda and Nat had bought you after passing your test was such a surprise, and at the time you had been reluctent to accept the car because you didn’t want to feel like a charity case or like you had to accept anything after years of having nothing—but Natasha told you it had nothing to do with that, they wanted you to have a car because they cared about you, and so you could get to them easier than taking public transport late at night, and so you had your independence, without the worry of having to get on a train or bus and having to deal with all the loud noises and sensory overwhelm. This was your car. Yours. It was a safe place for you, warm, cosy, your music, your smell. It was perfect. It was red too which you really loved as you felt it was almost matching with Wanda’s bug car.

It was the first time you were driving to Wanda and Nats at this time of night, and with the seasons change it was already pitch black. Your fairy wings and bag sat on the passenger seat, you blasted Queen and you drove quickly (but safely) along the darkened roads from your university to their home.

When the street lights began to disappear, you knew you weren’t far away—and sure enough you soon found yourself arriving at their house much quicker than even you had expected and you knew part of that was going over the speed limit once or twice, which you knew may get you a telling off from Nat. She always did when it came to your safety.

When you pulled up to their beautiful house, parking in front of the Bug and behind Nats car, you looked towards the house, seeing candle light flickering in the windows, and Wanda already stood on the doorstep.

She was wearing a red witches costume, arms crossed and one of her cream sweaters wrapped over her shoulders, eyes darting around with a worried crease in her forehead until her eyes fell on you. Her shoulders that had clearly been tense worrying about you in the dark finally relaxed, and in her pink slippers, she ran towards you, up to the gate at the end of the garden path, leaving the front door swinging open on its hinges.

You stepped out the car, holding your fairy wings and your bag over your shoulder, slowly walking towards Wanda who was waiting by the colourful gate for you.

You were a little nervous, not about Wanda or Nat, but about the party it self. You didn't want to walk in and have everyone be waiting and staring at you—just that thought made your stomach churn.

“Hey sweetheart.” Wanda’s soft voice was an antithesis to your spinning thoughts.

“Hi.” You whispered shyly, your green dress fluttering around your thighs, being picked up by the gentle breeze in the cool night air.

Wanda was holding open the gate for you, eyes watching the way your whole body was tense, your fingers gripping the strap of your bag and the wings in your other hand—barely able to make eye contact with her.

“You look like a little soft, shy-fairy who’s wandered out of a forest photoshoot.” Wanda teased, and when you still didn’t step forward, she sighed with a softness “do I get my Bug hug then? Hmm?”

Your heart beat faster as you practically fell into Wanda’s arms, burying your face into her neck, taking in her sweet smell and vanilla perfume. Your arms wrapped tightly around her waist as she held you close, one hand at the bottom of your spine and the other on the back of your head. She let you stay like that for as long as you needed to, and part of you hoped Wanda needed this as much as you did.

“I missed you.” You tried to hold back your emotions, but with Wanda and Nat, your walls had begun to come down, which also ment your real emotions were starting to show—in this case, that happened to be you getting emotional and crying over every little thing. Not your favourite trait about yourself, you had to admit.

“Oh sweet girl,” Wanda pulled away, but kept her grip on your shoulders “we missed you as well,” she kept her eyes on you still and her grip on your shoulders firm “I know you’re nervous, but we want you here, we want you to meet our friends darling girl.”

You nodded in response, and then your phone rang for the forth time since you left your university accommodation, making you jump, and groan. “Sorry.” You fumbled with your bag before finding your phone and ending the incoming call, shoving it back and deep into your bag.

You looked up to see the worried look on Wanda’s face, and despite wanting to tell her something else, you couldn’t lie to her “Christopher. It’s fine. Can we go in?”

“Of course we can,” Wanda smiled, turning you and walking towards the door still swinging open “Come on,” eyes lingering on you and the way your whole body was tense, your fingers gripping the strap of your bag and the wings in your other hand-barely able to make eye contact with her. “you can help Nat carve the last pumpkin. She’s making a masterpiece that looks suspiciously like me.”

You laughed a little as you stepped inside “that’s okay, I’ll make it look like her instead.” You been finding your footing more, finding ways in which you could tease back without feeling weird about it.

“Oi you! I heard that.” Natasha grinned from the kitchen, waving a caving knife around like it couldn’t hurt someone—Natasha’s outfit was a cat suit, cat ears, a tight black body suit, tail attached, and flat black shoes, and to finish it off she had a small felt collar around her neck with a soft bell that jingled everytime she moved or turned her head—that must of been Wanda’s idea.

“What do you want to help with? Pumpkin or me with the food?” Wanda asked, but your brain had short circuited seeing Natasha’s outfit, you couldn’t get a single coherent thought past your lips. Wanda laughed a little, looking between you and Nat “you’ve broken her Natalia.”

“Mmhh, and I’m not even sorry one bit,” Natasha smirked, then you felt the heat flushing up your neck and into your cheeks and you knew they’d mention it “aww look she’s blushing.” Natasha pointed teasingly, as Wanda pushed you into the kitchen and towards the food “I think you can help with putting the last of these out on the living room table. Everything else is set, other than Nats pumpkin.”

You picked up a tray of food, Wanda wouldn’t let you take more than one tray at a time—not because she didn’t trust you, but because she knew it was easier for you. You took the tray of sausage rolls through to the living room, and somehow you had missed the beauty of the house and its decoration when you first walked through, but now you were seeing it through wide open eyes “wow” you muttered as you placed the tray down on the table. You weren’t really one for halloween, and the realisation looking around, was neither were they. “This is…Samhain?” you whispered., almost in a gasp.

“Yes.” Wanda said, placing her hand on your back as she placed her own trays down. “Nat and I don’t celbrate halloween in the traditional sense…we said halloween party to you so we didn’t freak you out by telling you the truth about how we celebrate this time of year…you know Samhain?”

You swallowed thickly, nodding, trying to keep your emotions at bay. The house was coated in ancient autumn magic lighting. it smelt like clove, cedar, and old books, the soft candlelight flickering against wood and glass. Every object that had been laid out, felt chosen, like it had a specific meaning behind it. It made you feel protected in this house alone, even more than usual.

They had set up so many candles in vintage brass or glass holders of different sizing, with subtle but protective witchy symbols etched into the wax of a few of them, likely by Natasha’s hand. There were fairy lights along both the skirting boards and the the edges of the ceiling to give that extra warmth and softness, and more smaller fairy lights intertwinded with the dried herbs that you spotted on the island in the kitchen, rosemary, lavender, sage, bay leaves. It gave the house, that extra magical tone. You were falling in love with the house looking like this.

“And here is my master piece!” Natasha announced, as she walked through holding up her large white pumpkin with pride. Natasha had etched in some protection runes at the sides and in the middle she had carved the words Samhain shona dhuit, which meant Happy Samahin in Scots Gaelic. It also had a signal at the top telling people that this house was the right one. It was the heart, Wanda had drawn on the note she gave you, you assumed everyone got a similar one, you felt your stomach twist before you berated yourself for your continuing jealous thoughts. So what if Wanda gave other people individual notes? So what.

“You know Scots Gaelic?” You brows furrowed, looking at the pumpkin then up to Nat, you were sure that was a language they were not verse in.

“Oh no, I don’t. But when you told us that you did, I wanted to engrave it somehow into this night…you don’t mind do you?” Natasha asked, her voice as warm as your flushed skin.

“No, I—” you couldn’t quite fathom this, the house, the beauty of the ancient magic, and now Natasha including a language that you loved and felt was apart of you in so many different ways, being included in this night—an ancient festival that they celebrated, just as much as you did—it made your heart sing. “I don’t mind at all, this is, thank you Nat! So much! Thank you!”

As Nat put the now lit pumpkin outside and on the door step, you continued to look around the room. You saw in one corner by the window, there was an alter for ancestors. There was black lace covering the antique table, golden framed photos of ancestors from the 1800s and 1900s, black and white photographs of groups of people and individuals. There were offerings of apples, bread, a goblet of wine, and in the middle was a bowl of water for the spirits reflecting under the moonlight.

Wanda noticed you looking, her hand stayed on your back as the two of you walked further forward, towards the alter in front of you. You spotted the necklace, and Wanda told you it was her grandmothers, then her mothers and now hers, she was given it just before her grandmother died, her mother had wanted her to have knowing how close she’d been with her grandmother.

Then there was an old book, given to and left with Natasha as a baby by her birth mother. Something Nat didn’t often speak on. You could see the effort they’d both gone to, to make this night special. The space was alive with memory.

You reached out to the alter, running your finger hesitantly along the edge “this is beautiful,” you whispered “I have celebrated Samhain since I can remember, but I never had anything as beautiful as this.” You looked up at the windows, seeing the bundles of cinnamon sticks tied with twine, dangling half way down each pane of glass. It was exquisite, and warm and magical and smelt like something you’d known forever, somewhere you belonged.

“Well, maybe you’ll enjoy being with us and our friends this year, now I need to go put my shoes on before the first lots of people arrive, you should have a photo with you, place it on the alter, invite her in to this space.” Wanda smiled, her arm wrapped round the back of your shoulders, squeezing and then walking away to find her shoes, whilst you watched as Natasha’s cat shadow floated back into the warmth of the kitchen.

You swallowed thickly, ignoring the feeling of the tears trying to surface. Then you spotted a small amount of dried orange slices, and clove garlands hanging at the edges the other windows. You felt almost like you’d stepped back in time with all the original witchcraft around their house—it was everything you’d ever dreamed of. The steam from a small iron cauldron near the hearth caught your eye, it was warm and smoldering with herbs, gently releasing the smell of honeysuckle and candle wood into the atmosphere.

You stood, fingers pressed to your lips as you breathed in all the different smells, like you’d stepped into an alchemists from 1846. It was exactly as you’d imagined how you had always wanted to celebrate the festival of Samhain. Lastly amongst everything you noticed a small obsidian dagger on the altar, gleaming in the low hues of the candlelight.

You stood, eyes watching every glimmer of candle light, every piece of dangling twine from the window, and then from your bag, you pulled out a photograph of your grandmother with her mother and you on your first birthday. Your great grandmother shortly died after the photo was taken—you pressed a kiss, each to your Nan and great grandmothers faces before placing it down gently on the alter and stepping back, to bring them both into the space. “You're welcome here Nanny and great Nanny.”

Then as if she was needing to fill the silence, the door bell rang, and you felt it was your Nan filling that, knowing how much you hated silence, especially in a house with other people. Wanda came rushing over to you in her heels, her scent already moving in front of her. “Ready Bug?”

Natasha was now by your side too, you took a deep breath, pressing your hands to your stomach, nerves growing higher, but you knew you’d be okay with Wanda and Natasha at your side. “Yes, I’m ready.” You nodded “I can do this.”

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