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“Jesus… fuck, Wanda!”

Your hips rose off the mattress, jerking under her mouth as you came. Her hands gripped tightly at your thighs, forcing you back down against the bed as her tongue continued to work you undone. You had one hand tangled in her hair, the other grasping blindly at the sheets beneath you, your eyes rolling back. She didn’t stop until your whole body was twitching, your legs falling slack on either side of her.

Wanda smirked up at you as she pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of your hand. She climbed up your body slowly, smiling cockily down at you as you struggled to catch your breath. Her hair fell around your face like a curtain, enclosing the two of you in your own private world, and you giggled breathlessly.

“You’re far too pleased with yourself right now.”

Her smirk widened, and she walked two fingers up over your thigh until you jerked under her touch, over-sensitized.

“Really? I thought I’d earned this sense of pride I was feeling,” she teased, leaning down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on her lips, her tongue, and you wrapped your arms around her neck as she kissed the breath from your lungs. Wanda’s hand slid down your chest to cup your breast, her thumb brushing over your nipple. She bit your lip when you moaned in response, pulling back and tucking her hair behind her ear. “I guess I’ll have to keep trying then, won’t I, darling?”

Wanda leaned over to reach for the beside table drawer, smiling deviously as she pulled out the strap. You sighed as you watched her put it on, pressing your thighs together against the new surge of arousal despite the way your body was still shaking from your last orgasm. “Baby, I don’t think I can handle another round.”

“You will,” she said playfully, tightening the harness against her thigh. She reached forward, trailing her fingers down your stomach to touch two of them to your clit. You moaned, hips bucking under her hand. “You brought this on yourself, draga mea.”

“Well, then I’m an idiot,” you joked breathlessly. Wanda slid her fingers against you for a moment longer before pulling her hand away. She stroked the strap’s dildo slowly, slickening it with your cum, the slightest, cocky curve to her lips.

“Take this,” she pressed the controller for the vibrator attached to the harness into your hand, tossing her hair back over her shoulders. “Now, sweetness, roll over and grab the headboard for me, will you?”

Excitement coiled in your belly as you did as she asked, rolling onto your knees and grasping at the wood, the controller still tucked into your palm.

“Good girl.”

She pressed the strap against your cunt, a hand trailing up your spine, and you whined, eyes closing. She pulled your hair back over one shoulder, ghosting her fingertips over the back of your neck before her hand moved down to your hip. Wanda slid the dildo against you a few times, teasing your clit with each push of her hips before she thrust into you, hard.

You grunted a moan as she filled you, your hands tightening on the headboard. “Fuck!”

“You’ve got a filthy mouth, draga mea.” Wanda murmured, sighing happily as you turned the controller on and the quiet buzz of the vibrator sounded between her legs. “I love it.”

She fucked you roughly, nails digging into your hips as she pounded the strap into you. Cursing, your eyes squeezed shut, your thighs shook as your already over-sensitive cunt tightened around the toy. The bed groaned with the movement, your fingers the only thing stopping the headboard from hitting the wall behind it. You used your grip on it to leverage yourself, pushing your hips back against hers each time they slammed forward.

Every breath left you in a moan, and Wanda’s voice joined yours as you turned up the intensity on the vibrator. Your back arched as Wanda’s hands tightening on your hips, your nipples grazing the pillow beneath you with every thrust. Her hand slipped around to roll your fingers over your clit, and you came, voice hoarse and straining, hands slipping from the headboard as your face met the pillow.

“God—fuck, Wanda!” your voice was muffled by the pillow, your hips shuddering as her hand continued its almost frenzied ministrations over your clit. She thrust into you just as quickly, and you reached back with one hand to clutch at her thigh, fingers catching in the harness. It encouraged her deeper into you, and she snickered as your breath caught. You felt her hand on your shoulder, felt her breasts brush against your back as she leaned over you. She pressed a kiss to your spine before taking hold of your hair and pulling hard, forcing you back up onto your hands with a whine.

You arched your back, her hand still keeping its firm grip in your hair as she pounded into you, your eyes half-closed and rolling back in your head. Your jaw was almost slack as you moaned, the sound catching each time her hips met your ass.

“Wanda, I can’t…”

“Not yet, sweetness.” she muttered through gritted teeth. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Fumbling in the sheets as you felt your body shake as another orgasm followed the first… or, God, you’d lost count… your fingers closed around the vibrator’s controller. Your arms and legs gave out from under you, and you collapsed on the bed with a cry as you came again; Wanda didn’t stop, lifting your hips and holding you in place. Your head was swimming, any thought in it overrun by the way your body was buzzing, your vision blurring.

You ran your thumb over the dial on the controller, pushing the setting up to maximum. The buzz between her thighs immediately rose, and Wanda swore, her hips managing a few more frantic thrusts before she collapsed against your back, the strap sliding out of your quivering, soaking cunt.

She rode out her orgasm on top of you, hand leaving your clit to grasp at her breast, her moan loud and drawn out in your ear. Your body twitched under hers, her hand on your waist and the feeling of her hips rolling against you as she ground against the vibrator making you shake. Wanda’s head fell against your shoulder, her lips parted against your skin, her teeth grazing your back.

It wasn’t until her breathing was ragged and you body was burning with the contact that you finally switched it off, and Wanda fell slack against you, an almost delirious laugh sounding in your ear. She rolled off of you, and you turned your head to smile at her, worn and sleepy.

“That was a cheap trick, Y/N.” she said with an amused smirk, touching the back of her fingers to your shoulder. Her smile widened as you jerked under her touch.

“I’d apologize, but I think you’ve managed to disconnect my brain from my limbs,” you whispered, taking a shuddering breath, your eyelids drooping. “So, I’d say we’re about even.”

Wanda leaned over, her nose bumping against yours for a moment before she caught your lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. “Better rest, darling. I’m going to want another round with you before dinner.”

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“Be a good girl and cum for me baby,” Wanda assists with rolling your hips against her thigh, her hands holding onto your hips tightly. A high pitched whine leaves your throat and your hands grip her shoulders so much you can feel your nails digging into her flesh.

“Eyes on me,” Wanda leaves small kisses along your collarbone before tilting her head back to look at you, face contorted in pleasure as your hips continue working you to euphoria. “Atat de dragut (so pretty), doing so well my love.”

The way Wanda so effortlessly switches from Sokovian to English dumbfounds you. You may not fully understand what she says but god does it so good coming from her mouth.

Your hips rock faster as Wanda continues to praise you and you’re so close and Wanda knows it. Without warning her palm comes down roughly on your ass before both her hands are gripping your cheeks. She manages to drag you against her thigh even faster now and you lose it. Mumbling out curses mixed with her name and you can’t keep your eyes on her stunning face anymore. You’re visions spotty as you clamp your eyelids shut.

Your legs are starting to ache but Wanda relentlessly keeps up the pace she’d set, working you fully through your orgasm.

“Ah-h Wands, fuck.” Your entire body shakes in her lap as you become incredibly sensitive, Wanda slows the movement of your hips. Her hands creep up your back as you slump against her, head resting on her shoulder as you draw in deep breaths.

“You did so good for me printsessa(princess),” Wanda rubs her hand between your shoulder blades, “you think you can cum again like this for me baby? Then you can lay down and let me ride that pretty face of yours.”

The matter of fact tone in which she speaks makes you know she’s not actually asking but requesting that that’s what’s going to happen. The best part is all you can do is whine which makes her chuckle against your neck where she starts placing open-mouthed kisses.

“You can do it, just one more.” Wanda wraps her around your lower back and presses your hips down against her soaked thigh. Your body flinches at the contact and Wanda giggles, her other hand moving to hold your face. She encourages you to sit back and look down on her, her eyes raking over your dishevelled appearance.

“One more?” You pant as she continues to move your hips slowly. Wanda pulls your face down to hers and she slots her lips over yours in a delicate kiss.

“One more,” she repeats, lips brushing against yours as she speaks. In return you roll your hips against her, moaning at the friction. The sounds you make have Wanda grinning, proud of herself because she knows she’s the only one that can make you feel like this.

Your mind goes fuzzy as Wanda kisses you again, having not fully come down from your last high you could feel the next approaching quicker. You begin to grind faster, your own thighs burning from the position you’re in. Wanda has you crying out as she starts gently bouncing her leg, the added sensation sends you completely over the edge. You’re moaning against her lips, pulling apart to gasp in air before Wanda pulls you back in, her tongue sliding into your mouth easily.

Wanda takes over guiding your hips at a speed that would rival her brothers, your entire body convulses as yet another orgasm rips through you.

“Frumoasa (beautiful),” Wanda rests her forehead against yours. The hand that was resting against your cheek has moved around to hold the back of your neck, holding you even more in place. You’re completely at her mercy, body going limp again, only jolting forward every few seconds as Wanda slows your movements.

Your breath mixes with hers as you hold onto her shoulders tightly, surprisingly Wanda’s panting almost as much as you.

“I could watch you do this all day,” her eyes flick down to your lips for a second before she looks up at you again. “Could listen to you moan my name over,” she pecks your lips, “and over,” her lips move to your cheek, “and over again.” She kisses the spot under your ear and your eyes flutter shut upon hearing her sultry voice directly in your ear.

“You’re amazing Wanda,” you manage to breathe out as she continues to kiss and mark your neck.

“Oh, I know.” Cocky little witch.

“Let me make you feel good now baby,” your hands cup her face, pulling her head back so you can look at her and she’s smirking up at you.

“You’re so good to me Y/N,” her fingers move up your sides, lightly tickling the skin as she moves. “Lay down, my love.”

Immediately you do as you’re told, gingerly climbing off Wanda’s lap and then ungracefully flopping down on your back against the mattress. Wanda giggles as you make grabby hands at her, a giant grin gracing your face.

Wanda manoeuvres herself until her, still glistening, thighs are on either side of your head. She smiles down at you when your arms wrap around her thighs. Her hand comes down to rest on top of your head, her fingers combing through your hair.

You watch as your tongue glides against her, her hips rutting forward and head falling back in pure bliss. Her free hand grips onto the headboard as her body sinks fully into you. Her entire weight almost crushing your head in the most delightful way.

Already the prettiest sounds tumble out of her mouth and you’ve barely begun. You’re devouring her like you never have before, determined to repay the favour. Her fingers tighten around your hair, harshly tugging as she rides herself against your face. Absolutely obscene sounds echo around the room and your eyes stay glued to your girlfriends face, watching her mumble in both English and Sokovian. Her entire body starts vibrating when you hold her hips down, giving her no choice to move away.

“Malyshka (baby),” her eyes lock with yours for a split second before her head flings back as you smugly add more pressure to her clit. She’s moaning with her chest heaving and she’s trying to move her hips upwards, away from you, but your grip is so tight that she just ends up grinding more against your open mouth. You can feel her hips stuttering and thighs squeezing your head and you know she’s close now.

“Fuck. So good. So, so good.” Wanda pants, her fingers tightening around your hair and she’s tugging so hard that your eyes sting with tears but you don’t stop. Her increasing moans only spur you on to get her to her climax. It only takes a few moments before she’s repeating the same Sokovian curse over and over and god does she look so pretty from this angle. Her mouth hanging open, drawing in sharp breathes in between cries of your name as she comes undone above you.

You slow your movements and her legs tremble beside you. She rocks her hips only a few more times before she stops, head falling against her outstretched arm. You manage to turn your head so you can place loving kisses against her thigh, keeping your eyes on her while she comes down from her high. You whisper words of love against her skin until her eyes flutter open and a smile graces her lips.

“I love you,” Wanda whispers, her chest still heaving slightly. She loosens her grip on your hair, gently combing through the strands and soothing the slight pain that’s there.

“I love you,” you place another kiss against her skin before she slowly moves. Her body quivers as she manages to sit upright. Your hands rub gentle circles on the outside of her thighs as she readies herself to move off of you. You allow her the time she needs, sharing an intimate moment as you stare into each other’s eyes.

Wanda keeps her hand resting on the headboard as she raises her leg up and over you. Then she slides down to lay next to you. You both turn your heads to look at each other, smiling at one another. Wanda’s fingers slide down your inner wrist and down your palm until they interlock with yours. She turns onto her side, nuzzling her face into the pillow and eyes falling shut for a second. You prop yourself up on your elbow and squeeze her hand. She opens them again, her brown eyes staring right back at you as you lean over her to place a kiss on her lips.

The way Wanda would come down to visit you exactly on time for your very small lunch break and you’d steal some of the food for the fastest picnic that ever existed under the trees of the most hidden part of the garden.

You started baking more of those muffins she loved so much for breakfast, the king and the queen suddenly confused about the pile of sweets in the center of their huge table, but Wanda’s smile was enough to make you make up an excuse about how you accidentally made three full recipes. Pietro found out that day because of the looks the both of you exchanged, the teasing that came from him was so obnoxious but you gained a good friend in the middle of that mess.

If you were going to look at your relationship you were friends, very good ones but it didn’t go past that. You couldn’t kill the hope that bubbled up inside you when you held her hand under the trees and she squeezed it back, when you placed a strand of hair behind her ear and she leaned into your hand.

As a suitor for her got in the palace you figured it was time to tell the princess you’d follow her till the end of the world, that you loved her with all her heart. You didn’t want to lose her as they started to spend more time together, hoping it was just an obligation.

You chose the woods right outside the kitchen, the perfectly hidden place only a few feet away from the most busy place in the palace. Breathing deeply as you crossed the back door and saw her standing there in simple clothes to not call attention. Wanda could look as beautiful in those as she was in a ball gown and you had no idea how.

“The note you left me seemed very urgent.” Wanda looked at you, the worry was all over her face. “Did something happen to you?”

“No, no.” You were quick to light it up. “I needed to tell you something.”

“So don't waste your time! I’m a curious person.”

“I love you.” You blurted out

“Oh.” It was Wanda’s only response.

The silence extending itself only made your heart beat faster in the waiting for her next words, the words that were stuck in her throat and she swallowed the back.

“I can’t… I don’t love you like this.” Wanda made sure to punctuate that specific word, the one that shattered your heart in microscopic pieces. “I’m getting married in three months, you know it, we’re announcing the engagement this week.”

You nodded, trying to hold the tears inside as you smiled. “I didn’t know you were so sure about Prince Vision, that the both of you were so… committed.” She didn't miss the bitter tone in your voice. “Well, so congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Wanda answered unsure. “I…”

There was no way you could keep yourself there listening without breaking down. “Oh! I forgot that they needed me back in the kitchen.” You gave the shitty excuse, already moving away from her. “We can talk later if you want.”

She called you but you only walked faster to the back door, disappearing inside to find the first hidden place to lock yourself in for the next half hour.

You missed the single tear that slided down her cheek, how she buried her face on the pillow that night. You didn’t see how the facade she put on crumbled down to pieces as soon as you were out of sight. But she had a duty and marrying Prince Vision was a part of it.

It didn’t matter that her heart only felt that warm when she was next to you, Wanda wouldn’t allow you to live half a life by her side because of it.

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“Thank you.” You say to no one but you can hear your team laughing over the com line and you roll your eyes, dropping the stupid pole.

“Rendez-vous in ten on the quinjet, rig this place to blow.” You call out to your team and get various affirmative replies.

When you all pile back into the quinjet you find Hill waiting there and you collapse into your chair and groan loudly.

“If you’re not here to tell me that we’ve earned a week off then I don’t want to hear it.” You accept a bottle of water from a team mate and you sigh when Hill only laughs, placing a file in your hand.

“I need your team in Kosovo. We’ve got a threat on the ground and we need evac and clean up. The Avengers are finishing up now.” You groaned even louder, echoed by your team. Clean up missions involved much too much liaison with civilians and paperwork.

“We haven’t even debriefed on this mission and you’re sending us in to clean up?” You asked and Maria shrugged. “I’m so sick of this job. Wouldn’t it be nice to be just something else for a change? Like work retail or something?”

“If you worked retail you’d murder civilians.” Hill laughed as you opened the file, reading up on all the disasters the Avengers had caused again.

“You’re right but you didn’t have to say it.” You sighed, tilting your head back before breathing in deeply.

“Okay Alpha Team. We’ve got a clean up job to do along with evac of the remaining citizens. Agent Jones and Agent Morris are going to be on evac to the Pejë city limits. I want Robbins and Suarez with me on media coverage and medic triage. Lopez and Green are on relocation for the displaced.”

“Aye aye Captain.” Lopez cheered and you raised your middle finger at him, passing on the brief.

“We’re running a long clean up but on the bright side Agent Hill has just promised me that the Alpha Team are out of commission for six whole days after the quinjet lands back at Avengers Tower.” The whole team cheered while Hill looked as if she’d swallowed a lemon.

“Gonna be nice to get a break.” Robbins sighed, eyes dropping slowly. “This back to back shit is tough.”

Your team was exhausted. There had barely been a day in the last month that there wasn’t a mission and it just seemed to be never ending. This has to be the worst so far, usually you got home and a few hours sleep.

You missed Wanda and you were hoping the Avengers would still be there by the time you cleared out but it wasn’t likely and you knew as much. You hadn’t had some time off with her in so long.

When you arrived on the scene it was chaos. Local police were trying to organize the displaced but people were scared and confused. No wonder, the city was in ruins. Your team spread out professionally to do their job.

Despite the fact you were all bloody and dirty from the fight before no one gave you a second glance. You all fit right in.

It takes well over twelve hours as your team works. It puts you all on well over thirty six hours in the field and each of you were fit to drop. Suarez and Robbins had fallen asleep in the corner the second the last of the injured had been triaged and the last camera stopped rolling.

Jones and Morris were leaning against each other to stay standing, having only just finished with the evacuees. Every time they blinked their eyes stayed closed longer and you were sure they were actually taking minute long naps between blinks.

Lopez and Green were still working hard arranging shelter for each registered evacuee and you had joined them when you’d finished with the media storm of what had happened.

Wanda had exploded a building. No one got hurt, the building was empty and it all would’ve been inconsequential had the building not been a monument older than Steve and Bucky combined.

She’d already sent you a text apologizing for the paper work involved. You’d read it and smiled and then frowned when you realized she had been debriefed and was probably in bed if she had gotten time to text. You were jealous.

“Good news, Hill has gotten our paperwork covered. Pile it on here, get back on the jet.” You instructed and your team began to wake slowly, dropping you the paperwork. You assured Lopez and Green that you had the last of the relocation covered and sent them off.

When your team had left base you continued to work, getting through the last of the displaced in four hours which was less than you thought it would be. In the mean time the quinjet had returned and you boarded with the mountain of paper work you had taken on for your exhausted team members.

You greeted the pilot and took a seat, opening the first of many files and beginning to fill them out. When you landed you barely glanced up from the files, heading straight to your office.

The sun was beginning to rise in New York and you made yourself a coffee quietly so as not to wake Wanda who would probably be out for several more hours. She had used a lot of energy on the mission.

You set yourself up in the office and opened the next file, your eyes blinking tiredly in an attempt to focus. You began writing again, filling in the mission reports, head nodding against your hand.

“Baby, you should come be in bed.” Wanda sighed, her hands resting on your shoulders. You jerked awake, sniffing and rubbing your eyes.

“No. I uh, ‘m fine. If I get this done now I have six days off and so does my team.” You told her and she sighed, wrapping her arms around you, her clasped hands resting over your heart.

“Why’ve you got so much?” She asked quietly, watching as you scribbled your signature six times in quick succession. Your handwriting deteriorated rapidly with each flourish of the pen.

“I took everyone else’s so they could get some rest.” You told her honestly. “We had back to back missions. I though Lopez was asleep standing up at one point.”

“The paperwork can wait.” She assured you, pressing a kiss under your ear. “You’re exhausted. You need sleep.”

“I’m okay. I just have a few more to get through.” You told her earnestly and she looked at the stack of files before shaking her head at you.

“If I wake up and you aren’t in the bed then I’m going to be mad.” She promised, kissing your cheek before straightening up. “You have an hour.”

“I’ll be there. I love you.” You called to her back as she retreated.

“I love you too.”

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Wanda couldn’t help but shake her head when she found you an hour later. Your pen was still in your hand and you sat in the office chair fast asleep.

Your head was tilted back, your mouth wide open and you were snoring so loud she had no idea how you hadn’t woken yourself. She chuckled to herself, taking the pen from your hand and closing the file.

There was two files yet unopened and she pushed them aside, maneuvering herself between the chair and the desk. “Time to wake up.”

She shook your shoulder with her hand and you jerked awake, eyes flying open. You almost choked on your sharp intake of breath and she gave you a minute to calm down.

“Are you trying to kill me?” You asked in shock, your hand over your thundering heart. You wiped your eyes and she cupped your cheek in her hand.

“You’re doing that to yourself baby. It’s time to come to bed.” She sighed, stroking your cheek with her thumb. “Come sleep.”

“I’m almost done.” You groan and she rolled her eyes, moving so she’s straddling your lap in the office chair.

“I’m so lonely in bed by myself.” She whispered quietly in your ear. Almost automatically your hands cupped her ass, pulling her against you as she whined. “Had to take care of myself while you were gone. Missed you.”

“Wanda.” You groaned as she kissed your neck, whining in your ear. She bucked against you and whined again, as needy as she was acting you were worse. All those lonely nights she had spent You had been surrounded by your team with no way of taking care of yourself.

“Take me to bed.” She begged in your ear. “Make me yours again.”

Who were you to deny a request like that? She clambered off your lap, pulling you by the hand to the bedroom. When you got as far as the bed she pushed you down and you grinned up at her.

“Go to sleep.” She whispered and your jaw dropped.

“You’re going to work me up like that and just let me down?” You asked in shock.

“You haven’t got the energy. I think you’ll actually pass out from trying.” She laughed, climbing in next to you in her usual spot.

“But I-“ You tried but she only shushed you.

“Valentine’s Day?” she finally reminded you.

“Oh, right,” you said, shrugging and trying to conceal your embarrassment, somehow just talking about the day itself made you freeze up in a way you didn’t around the others. “Somehow I thought February just started. That whole week before this mission was a blur.” Everything felt so easy around her. It’s only because we’re teammates. We work well together. 

“This is us,” Wanda said, reaching out to grab you and steer you back to the door of the Airbnb, behind it a staircase that led to the studio apartment on the third floor. You had almost walked completely past it, the place hidden between a late-night café and a pub that had only just opened.

“I wonder how Steve and Nat are doing,” you said as you placed your food down to lock the door behind you before starting up the stairs. “They’re on watch tonight.”

“I’m dying for a full night of sleep,” Wanda said, ahead of you, ducking her head into her shoulder as she yawned and unlocked the upstairs door. “I’m just glad for that tonight.”

“I’ll probably stay up and listen in on the comms anyways.” You kicked your boots off on the mat inside and tugged off your coat, too tired to even hang it up and instead tossing it over one of the chairs. “Might be something interesting.”

“Uh-huh,” Wanda said, like she didn’t quite believe you. “One hour. One hour and you’ll be asleep.”

You sat down on the floor, back up against the bed and cracked open the plastic container of fried rice, before rummaging through the bag to pull out the two crab rangoons you had gotten on the side. Not even using a plate, you bit into one, savoring the fried goodness. “Sleep is for the weak. You know, as the strongest Avenger... shit.” You looked down at your shirt, where filling from the crab rangoon had fallen. “Shit.”

“You were saying?” Wanda asked, sitting down across from you, passing you a napkin before you even asked. She looked around the small Airbnb, taking it all  as she ate, looking out the window behind you, where the city lights appeared almost frozen in the chilled air outside. “Well... Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said, and as you dabbed at your shirt with the napkin, you realized that her eyes were on you.

“Oh, yeah,” you said, laughing. “What a way to spend it.”

“Rude,” she said, completely deadpan, causing you to look and see the twinkle in her eyes. “I’m kidding.”

“I meant the fact that we’re stuck on a mission!  Not because--”

“--you’re stuck here with me?” Wanda asked, clicking her tongue as she opened her water bottle and cocked her head with an easy smile. “Has anyone told you what a charmer you are, y/n?”

“All the time,” you said, pushing down the butterflies in your stomach, the way she was looking at you making you feel pinned down to the spot, unable to move. Lightheaded, even. “Yeah, had tons of dates lined up back in New York before this mission came up.”

“Mm. Sure.”

The conversation moved on and you relaxed again, back into the normal, joking persona you used to deflect any other feelings you may be having. You discussed the mission, movies that you loved, the tiny dog you saw on your way back to the apartment, Tony’s faux pas in the meeting the other week, the two of you laughing as you recalled Steve’s expressions and Tony’s attempted recovery.

You leaned your head against the bed, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye as you tried to stop laughing and throw away the trash from your dinner, collecting Wanda’s as well and washing out the containers at the sink. “If they ever crack time travel, that’s the first place I’m going,” you said. “February 6th, 2016. Noon. The Avengers Compound. The conference room. Just to see that play out one more time.”

Wanda sat down on the bed, and even though you had shared a bed before (as teammates, we’re teammates) something felt different as she turned on the television and flipped through the channels while you finished washing up. You paused in the kitchen alcove, away in the dark, biting your lip as you stared down at the floor. It’s all in your head. Just act normal. You’re friends. Teammates. Nothing’s changed.

With an quiet sigh, you returned to the main area and changed into more comfortable clothes before opening up your laptop on the desk and tuning into Natasha and Steve’s comms. Avoidance. That’s what you did, that’s what you always did. You looked out the window as Wanda got changed for bed, the comms silent and the TV chattering quietly in the background, the lights going out one by one until the room was only illuminated by the television and your screen. You rubbed your tired eyes with your thumb and index finger and looked back at the bed to see Wanda watching you.

“Hi,” you said, though it came out more like a question.

“Hey,” she said, and the butterflies started again as time seemed to stop entirely. She lifted up the corner of the comforter, inviting you in. “I know you’re tired. I’m sure Steve and Natasha can handle whatever comes up just fine.” You looked back at the laptop, and just as you did so, it close with a click, red energy dissipating around you. Wanda laughed, and you glanced over at her shyly, more shy than you had even been in your life.

“I’ll rest, but I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep,” you mumbled, staring at the floor as you walked over to her and climbed in. “Why do I feel like this is a trap?”

“Probably because it is,” she replied, wrapping her arm around you and turning you to face her, Wanda’s hair tickling the side of your face as your breath hitched in your throat.

“Oh. Hi,” you said again, laughing, not sure what else to say, your brain completely shutting down. “Did you... did you read my mind earlier?” you murmured, lifting your head up.

“With you, I don’t have to,” Wanda said. “You’re not exactly subtle.” She smiled a little. “Even though I know you try very hard to be.”  Her green eyes were wide, as if she had just asked a question and was waiting for an answer.

It only took you a second to answer, you closing the gap between the two of you as you kissed her, feeling her widening smile against your lips as she kissed you back, placing her hand on the side of your face, your cheek warm and tingly just from her touch.

Her kisses were slow, tender, as if you two had all the time in the world, tucked away on that snowy February night. When the two of you separated, both of you started giggling again, her laying back on her pillow and pulling you down with her, hand just below your ribcage and you curled up next to her. Her thumb rubbed gently near your lowest rib, back and forth, back and forth.

“I’m... not to change the subject like this,” she said, “but what the hell is that?” she said gesturing at the television, where some extreme lifestyle show was playing out, sending you two into another fit of laughter, the absurd late night program only adding to the strangeness of it all. 

“You put it on!” you exclaimed, your head tucked just below her chin, her laughter coming from her chest and resonating in your head.

“Honestly? I wasn’t really paying attention.”

“Well, don’t turn it off,” you said, yawning and shutting your eyes. “This is... absolutely riveting.”

“Thought you said you weren’t going to sleep,” Wanda teased, her hand combing through your hair as she placed another kiss to your forehead, causing your cheeks to flush again. 

“Well, you trapped me, so I guess I have no choice,” you joked drowsily. “Guess I’ll have to sleep.” You opened your eyes, tilting your head to look up at her. “Um... Happy Valentine’s Day.” There was so much more you wanted to tell her, but for now it was all you could muster. “I’m glad I’m spending it with you.”

Wanda headed into the apartment the two of you shared. A half-drank glass of whiskey sat on the table, the ice long since melted. She frowned. You never left glasses laying around. There was no sign of anyone being in the apartment. She picked up the glass and brought it to the kitchen. After she set the glass in the sink, she opened the refrigerator, surprised to find that nothing had really moved since she left on the mission several days earlier.

Closing the fridge, she moved toward the bedroom, a sinking feeling in her stomach. There, she found what she had begun to fear. Your things were gone, your side of the closet empty, your dresser drawers empty. Photos you had put up were gone, something she hadn’t noticed as she moved through the apartment. A note sat neatly upon your pillow.

‘Wanda,

I found out. There is no other way to put it. I know about you and Hailey. A lot of things make sense now. You knew Hailey had a thing for you. You knew she and I had a falling out after I got the job over her. And you insisted on bringing her around when I’d ask you not to. You invited her to my birthday party after I told Tony she wasn’t invited.

That’s not what a partner does, Wanda. A partner doesn’t ignore their partner’s concerns. They don;t brush you off as being irrational. They don’t dismiss your wants, especially when it pertains to something like your own birthday party when you should be surrounded by people who love and care for them, not people who wish they didn’t exist.

If you didn’t notice already, I’ve moved out. Well, to my old room. Tony wouldn’t hear of me moving out entirely. Neither would Natasha or any of the rest of the team for that matter. I don’t want to talk to you. Not right now. I hope she was worth it, Wanda. Because we’re done. I hope she makes you happy, that you find whatever it was you were looking for that I clearly couldn’t give you. I’ll cherish the four good years we had, but that’s all we’ll ever have.’

Wanda reread the letter several times, the words sinking in as tears stung her eyes. She knew it had only been a matter of time before you would find out, but she had hoped you never would. Her world was crumbling around her, and it was her own fault. There was nothing she could do to fix it. Perhaps grovel and beg for forgiveness, but she knew you. She knew you wouldn’t forgive her, not easily. Forever was now a distant memory, buried under her mistakes. Her shoulders shook as she let her emotions win out, a sob escaping her as the weight of it all hit.

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Across the compound, you sat with Natasha watching a cheesy Hallmark movie when FRIDAY alerted you to Wanda’s return.

“What happens now?” Natasha asked you. You shrugged.

“I don’t know. But whatever happens, I’m moving forward,” you replied. Forward was the only way to go. You refused to throw yourself a pity party over someone who you thought loved you. Perhaps she did love you, but her actions showed love wasn’t enough to keep someone from hurting you, it wasn’t enough to keep someone from betraying your trust. Part of you craved her getting a taste of her own betrayal, that whoever she was with next would do the same to her. That the love you shared had been a once in the lifetime moment for her. That in the light of morning, she’d find that the person laying beside her wasn’t who she wanted, who she thought they were. But a fleeting moment in time, a relationship of lust pretending to be love.

It was selfish of you to hope for her to feel the pain you did, you thought, but it was selfish of her to cheat. The crux of the issue, her cheating. If your relationship had come to a natural end, of falling out of love and not feeling right for one another anymore, you would have been fine. You would have been happy for her when she moved on. Instead, you were left with the bitter taste of betrayal, of hurt.

“You’ll have to see her eventually,” Natasha reminded you. You nodded. You knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid her forever. For now, though, you could. Your old room was across the compound from the apartment you and Wanda inhabited. The only place you’d run into her was common areas, and you had a feeling she would avoid those. You were dreading the day when you’d have to see her face to face. You were nowhere near ready for that. You were angry. You were sad. You were devastated from her betrayal. Any face to face meeting would end in disaster in that moment.

xxxxx

“What’s y/n doing?” Steve’s question causes Wanda to glance towards you. You’re sprawled upside down on the couch, legs dangling over the back as you stare intently at your phone.

“Looking at dogs, probably. She’s on it like crazy lately. I get it, dogs are cute, but with how much both of us are away it’s just not realistic,” Wanda says with a shrug and Steve nods.

“I get that. Bucky keeps on fighting for a cat saying it’d be practice for children. I’ll retire for kids, but I’m not leaving the field for a pet. What kind of dog is she looking at getting?” Steve asks.

“This week it’s a Great Dane. It’ll hopefully change by next week,” Wanda rolls her eyes and Steve’s almost pop out of his head.

“She realizes that would be bigger than her, right?” He whisper yells, trying to keep you from hearing his comment.

“I’m aware. You go try and talk some sense into her, because she’s not listening to me!” Wanda practically yells, she knows there’s no way you’re paying attention to anything but the dog pictures you’ll no doubt be showing her later. Steve glances to the couch and shakes his head. He’s not touching that.

xxxxx

“Is y/n still begging for a dog?” Steve asks one morning, a few weeks later, over breakfast.

“Unfortunately. I love her, and it’s killing me not to be able to make her happy, but there’s just nothing I can do,” Wanda says sadly, stabbing at her pancakes with a fork. “What about you? Is Bucky still on that cat thing?”

“Sort of. We found out Sam is allergic. At first it made Buck want one even more, but I convinced him it was a no go. Now he’s on the dog train too,” Steve says and Wanda shakes her head.

“Those too will be conspiring against us in no time.” As soon as the words are out of Wanda’s mouth, Jarvis’s voice is coming over the loudspeaker.

“Your presence is requested in the common room,” he says and the two glance at each other.

“Who’s?” Steve questions.

“All of the Avengers,” Is the response they get and the two stand, wondering what could be happening now. When they get there it’s not the secretary of state with a new set of rules or Fury with a mission. It’s you and Bucky with a powerpoint. This is gonna be good.

“We’ve gathered you here to discuss a very important topic,” You say dramatically clicking to the title card as everyone settles on the couches.

“A dog,” Bucky finishes and they look at the poorly made slides with corny clip art photos.

“Reasons we need a dog, number one protection. Dogs are historically good at guarding your home! They’ll keep us all safe!” you begin proudly.

“We’re literally called the earth’s mightiest heroes. I’m not too worried about a home invasion,” Tony teases and you deflate a bit.

“Reason number two, responsibility. Dogs have always been used to teach children responsibility!” Bucky adds in.

“You’re both adults. Plus you’re in charge of protecting the world, is that not enough responsibility for you?” Clint says calmly. He's had this conversation with his kids more times than he can count, he gets the excitement they feel.

“You spelled responsibility wrong,” Natasha cuts in and you glare.

“Anyway! Number three Navigation. If we get lost they’ll lead us home!”

“That’s what phones are for,” Tony’s comment is ignored this time.

“Number four, they’re great with kids!”

“There’s no kids here,” Wanda says gently as she steps towards you and you shrug.

“Not yet, but it’s bound to happen eventually!” You say enthusiastically and she sighs.

“Love, if there was anyway I could, we’d do it. But it’s just not realistic,” Wanda says and it’s your turn to sigh as she pulls you into her arms. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say softly, standing up on your toes to place a kiss on her cheek, “it was a dumb idea anyway.”

Wanda’s heart breaks as you walk away. It may be silly, but it would make you happy, and now she’s determined.

xxxxx

“Alright, there’s one more gift. Y/n, Buck come here,” Steve announces and you glance to the tree. Christmas is here and you’ve spent the morning opening gifts, but you thought you were done.

“It’s not under the tree, and it’s for everyone,” Wanda explains. “This gift is a team effort, but I think it’ll make you two the happiest. Come on Nat!”

You and Bucky glance towards the doorway as Natasha comes in, leading a tiny puppy on a leash and you both gasp.

“You got us a puppy!” you cheer, jumping into Wanda’s arms. She catches you easily, laughing as you press kisses all over her face.

“We figured at least one of us is normally here, and Pepper agreed to look out for her when we were all gone. I just wanted to make you happy, love.” You smile at her, tears gathered in your eyes.

“You do make me happy. Puppy or no puppy, though this is a bonus I won’t say no to,” you say and she sets you down with a watery laugh.

“You make me happy too. Now go play with your new dog,” she says and you press one more kiss to her cheek before running off to do just that.

xxxxx

Also, if you wanna see the powerpoint, that’s an option