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Cool Breeze:Our muses just made up from a horrible fight–and the relief turns into kisses in the kitchen at 2 in the morning.

The fight may have started in the kitchen but it had been brewing for the better part of a week.

Wanda and Bucky’s relationship was obviously the best kept secret inthe Avengers because no one seemed to know they were together. It wasn’t that they tried to keep it secret, it was just that they were both such private people they didn’t feel the need to tell everyone they had feelings for each other. Vision was another part of that, Wanda didn’t feel right sharing moments of affection with Bucky when the android was present. In fact the only person who seemed to know Wanda and Bucky were more than just friends was Steve and that was only because he knew Bucky better than anyone else.

There wasn’t one particular thing that caused Wanda to shut Bucky out but more lots of little things that eventually led to her last straw. The team had been sent on a mission that was considered ‘too delicate’ for her wayward abilities which meant she’d been left in an almost-empty compound. Then complications meant the mission was extended for a few more days. In an attempt to distract herself Wanda had given her room a thorough clean which had led to her finding a couple of photos of Pietro, which in turn had led to her sitting on the bed and crying for hours.

Wanda had missed Bucky, his laugh, his kisses, his stupid smirk that made everything seem just a little better. She missed him and he was radio-silent for the mission. She was going out of her mind with boredom interspersed with moments of melancholy, and she couldn’t even get a decent night’s rest because he wasn’t there to make the bad dreams go away. By the time he returned her nerves were more than a little frayed from insomnia and being left alone with the dark places of her mind, and then he had to debrief Fury on the mission, leaving Wanda wondering what to do with herself while she waited for him.

Collecting his bag from the quinjet Wanda began to sort his washing, at least he’d have nice, clean clothes when he found her. It wasn’t until she began folding the dried garments that she found them. A pair of Black Widow underwear in Bucky’s size. Lip quivering slightly she tried not to dwell on it, folding the rest of his clothes as quickly as she could, but not before she’d found a couple more pairs sporting the red hourglass. Laying his clothes out on his bed for him Wanda ran back to her room before anyone saw her, locking the door behind her before flopping down on her bed.

She knew he was there, standing outside her door wondering if he should knock. He’d stopped by three times already, knocking on her door before trying the handle. He had lingered a few moments, calling to her softly, only to eventually walk away. After what seemed like forever she heard him ask her once more to open the door, it was almost like he knew she wasn’t sleeping, but again he left her alone. Wanda couldn’t sleep that night, she tossed and turned thinking about Bucky and Natasha, and what little sleep she did find were full of nightmares.

Morning was hard, sitting at the table in the seat furthest from Bucky she rubbed at the dark circles under her eyes. Bucky frowned but said nothing, he knew better than anyone what a rough night looked like, it didn’t mean he didn’t worry about her though. Wanda was more that happy to hear Clint announce it was time for their training session, quickly washing up her plate before racing after the archer, eager to leave Bucky and his questioning eyes behind.

A rough training session was just what she needed. Her body ached and she knew she’d have a some new bruises in a few hours time, but it was a touch of normality and she welcomed it. After a hot shower she was starting to feel more like herself, right up until she walked into the main living area.

Bucky was sitting beside Natasha, the pair laughing like old friends. His arm was on the couch behind her, her hand brushed his forearm when she smiled. Had they always sat that close together? Good mood gone Wanda turned right back around and walked out of the room, not noticing Bucky’s hurt gaze following her retreating form.

For days Wanda avoided Bucky, especially when Natasha was with him. The worst part was she couldn’t bring herself to hate Natasha. The redhead didn’t know Wanda had fallen for Bucky, and Natasha had helped her so much with training and just helpingher find her place in the Avengers. She actually admired Natasha but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Bucky was the first man she’d ever really loved. Vision was, well she guessed it counted as a crush but things were different with Bucky, he understood her, he knew all of her, even the dark little places she didn’t want people to see. He got under her skin and now she couldn’t get him out, but now she was losing him and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was treading water in the middle of the ocean, eventually she knew she’d drown, it was inevitable, but for now she was still struggling to keep her head above water.

Wanda woke up just after midnight, a nightmare leaving her more than a little shaken. Getting out of bed she padded barefoot to the kitchen, maybe a drink would help. Opening the fridge she poured herself a glass of cold water, almost dropping it when she heard a voice behind her. Closing the fridge she turned to head back to her bedroom only to have him block her path, finger flicking the lights on.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” Tortured eyes stared at her, boring into her. “Tell me what I did wrong.” It was the closest he’d been to her since he left on the mission and all he wanted to do was gather her into his arms and never let go but she looked like a startled bunny ready to bolt so he held back, waiting for her to make the first move.

“Because history always wins.” Wanda muttered, setting the glass of water down so she could wrap her arms around herself. He didn’t understand, they were fighting and he didn’t know why and nothing she was saying made any sense.

“You love her.” Tears slowly began to fall down Wanda’s face, the girl backing away as he advanced until she was cornered against the kitchen bench. “It doesn’t matter if you remember her or not, eventually you will and I can’t stay here waiting for you to realise you prefer her.”

Now Bucky was really confused. “Wanda, sweetheart, who am I supposed to love? I don’t understand.” His big hands cupped her pale cheeks, human and metal thumbs swiping the tears from her cheeks as she hiccuped more to fall down her face.

“Natasha.”

The word hung between them like so many broken promises, like the shattered pieces of her heart. Closing her eyes she waited for him to come to his senses and leave her, to go running to Natasha, but he didn’t. Strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his strong chest.

“I hate to tell you this doll, but you’re kinda stuck with me, faulty memories and all.” Placing a kiss to her hair he held on tighter, metal hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Me and Nat, we were in a bad place and being alone together took the sting out of being alone by ourselves. It made a bad situation bearable, that’s not us any more. That’s not me any more, and that is entirely your fault so you’re stuck with me.” Tilting her face up to look at his he placed a soft kiss to her lips. “Now mind telling me why you thought I was trying to rekindle things with Nat?”

Wanda bit her lip, ducking her head to press it against his shoulder. “I did your laundry, you have Black Widow underwear.” Her voice was muffled slightly by his shirt but he still caught her words.

Pulling away he snorted with laughter, gripping onto the bench to keep himself upright. Wanda fixed him with a glare, she was exhausted from her nightmares, emotionally torn and now he was laughing at her. Holding up a hand Bucky took a few more moments to contain his laughter. “Wanda, doll, those were a joke from Sam.” Wrapping his arms around her once more he brushed his nose to hers. “But I promise, first thing tomorrow I’ll head down to the stores and get a whole pack of Scarlet Witch boxers. Gotta support my girl right?”

Biting her lip Wanda wrapper her arms around his neck. “Only if you get me some Winter Soldier ones while you’re at it.” Wanda felt his soft groan, his hands gripping her hips just a little tighter to let her know he really liked that idea. Lifting her up he set her down on the kitchen bench, slipping between her parted legs so he could devour her lips properly.

Pulling back he fixed her with a curious gaze. “Why, who are you wearing?” Grabbing the hem of her sleep shirt he lifted it up to see star-spangled shields on her underwear. “Traitor! And with my best friend too, you little minx.” Laughing he kissed her again, he’d missed the taste of her lips.

“We’re ‘Team Cap’.” Wanda retorted, pulling him closer as her legs wrapped around his hips. “Would you prefer I wore ‘Team Stark’?”

Bucky scrunched up his face when he felt something soft touch his nose. A soft groan escaped him and slowly, the former soldier opened his eyes.

“Can’t a guy get a nap in peace?” He asked the brunette perched on his lap. Bucky had been called out for a week long assignment that he had just returned home to the night before. The poor guy was so wore out, he didn’t even make it to his floor in Stark’s tower. Instead, he had plopped down on the couch in the living room and fell asleep instantly. His little nap was actually a five hour sleep until morning.

Giving Wanda a small smile, he rubbed his eyes and shifted to sit up straight. “Hi there.”

Wanda grinned when she saw the figure sitting on the couch, a week had been far too long. Next time she was insisting on going on missions with him. Still, him sleeping on the couch meant he was bone-tired. Sure he was part of the Avengers now but he wasn’t comfortable sleeping around most people.

Taking a seat on his lap she kissed his nose, a gentle way to wake him. “Hi yourself.” She was still in her pyjamas, cotton shorts and a tank top, having woken up to make breakfast but now she found a more tempting option.

Wanda frowned at Stark’s party, it was all just pomp and ceremony to let the media know the Avengers were still a team. Steve and Tony stood just as close as was required without actually exchanging words. Vision had tried to talk to her but she just wasn’t the same girl who’d danced around their...whatever it was they’d had. It just wasn’t the same any more, too much had happened and she wasn’t prepared to go back to who she’d once been. Glancing around the room she spotted a familiar form slumped over a table.

Grinning Wanda took a bite of his cake. “This is good, but then I doubt Stark would have anything less than decadent.” Steve and Sam had both approached him, wanting him to join the ‘fun’ but Wanda had a different plan up her sleeves. Well, figuratively speaking since she was wearing a red dress that didn’t actually have any sleeves. “Trade you cake for coffee.”

Once the morning sickness began to pass, pregnancy wasn’t all that bad. Everyday Sarah would look at herself in the mirror, admiring the little bump that began to grow and seemed to grow more and more each day. Soon enough, it was that extra weight that made her too hot, too heavy and all around uncomfortable. 

@tw-soldier ;; x

Send me a pairing and I’ll tell you:

Who is louder? Sarah is and she knows Bucky loves it.

Who is more experimental? Sarah possibly, but she wouldn’t be shocked if Bucky surprised her. 

Who takes more risks? What’s riskier than sleeping with your boss, hm?

Do they fuck or make love? Fuck... for now.

Lights on or off? Both. She likes the lights on, but doesn’t mind them being off.

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Ehehe, she might be more likely to catch him with Sophie’s not home.

Who is more likely to suggest a threesome? Sarah wouldn’t, but might not be opposed to it if Bucky brought it up. But she doesn’t really want to share.

Has either stolen the other’s underwear? Nope.

Who comes first? Sarah. Bucky makes sure of it.

Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Sarah looooves to please Bucky. Case closed.

Who is more submissive? Oh ho, Sarah is so very submissive.

Who usually initiates things? It’s pretty even between the two.

Who is more sensitive? They’re both pretty sensitive and Sarah loves it.

Who has the most patience? Sarah does. Well, a just a little more.