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[8bitscarlet]

Witchcraft

Summary: You've found yourself falling deeper into a certain witch's spell. But no matter how strong the magic is, it seems that the two of you just keep missing each other.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Angst/Fluff (minor cussing)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This is a fic for @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest writing exchange. This one is for @mrsromanoff and the prompt: "I can't keep kissing strangers and thinking they're you." Hope you like it!

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You never thought your three month assignment with the Avengers would've extended as long as it has. Missions went by with minimal injuries and maximum wins. You found yourself settling well into the chaos of the compound; the echoing boasts of Thor, the competitive edge of Danvers and the snark between Romanoff and Stark. When your three months were up, it wasn't a surprise to anyone that you immediately signed the contract from Stark, an official placement on the team.

Despite all of the alien blasters, Hydra experiments and Tony's benefit parties, nothing could've prepared you for a single person to rock your world. It started innocently enough; stolen glances at meals and ensuring you two were on the same mission team. As time continued, things turned less innocent; sneaking off during charity balls to suck face in the broom closet, you could recall a few times you were nearly caught in the back of the Quinjet. There was something about this woman. The way her fingers slithered through your hair, how those green eyes made your heart say yes, she stripped you bare.

You had convinced yourself it was witchcraft. It had to be.

Sitting with your cheek pressed against your fist, you find yourself doodling as Steve drones on in the background. Someone nudges you and as you turn, Wanda raises her brows when your eyes connect. With a groan, you raise the pen in your hand. Steve notices, stopping his spiel to look at you with a clenched jaw.

"With all due respect, Cap, we all got in at four this morning. Do we need a recap of the mission right now?"

Steve sighs, glancing at everyone and seeing them agreeing with you. You all had barely had time to unpack, let alone write your after action reports.

"Alright, Y/N. We'll go over how your pants tore mid-fight on Monday."

You point your pen at him, warning him as you watch his stupid smile fill his face. Bucky slaps your shoulders in gratitude, picking up Alpine onto his shoulders as he strides out to find Sam. Wanda's fingers gently brush yours as you walk side by side, sending an electric charge through your body.

"You know, when someone says 'with all due respect,' they really mean, 'kiss my ass'." Wanda glances at you with a sly smile.

Walking backwards towards the couch, you outstretch your arms with a grin, "Because that's what I meant, darling."

Chuckling, you roll over the back of the couch and plop down onto the cushions, your head landing perfectly on a pillow. Wanda lets out a scoff, knowing how many times it's taken you to actually land on the cushion and not the floor.

Flipping through the pages of her book, you watch her through half-closed eyes. A year ago you'd be asking what she was reading. A year ago, she'd curl up with you and explain it all. A year ago, you didn't have guilt eating at you.

Things a year ago were more than good between you. There might have even been a chance beyond friends with benefits. You knew you wanted that. Every time you looked at her, you couldn't stop your pounding heart or the warmth that grew in your stomach.

But you were stupid.

Chickening out every chance you had to ask her on an actual date rather than sneaking around to make her moan. You both had set ground rules, no strings attached. If it got too messy, you both had to call it quits. So, you convinced yourself it was better to quietly love her and keep her, than to tell the truth and lose her.

That was before the year long mission with Carol and Bucky. Before you realized how big of a mistake it was two months in. Before every day texts and video chats diminished to every other week, then every other month. Before you got back to the compound and saw her kissing up on some random benefactor at the Welcome Home Party. It was definitely before she started dating that walking toaster, Vision.

Luckily, he hadn't been around much the past month so watching them kiss and stare into each other's eyes was doable, mostly because you turned whenever you saw that stupid spark plug.

Four months since coming home, you've tried to fill the void the witch had created in your body, your soul. You went out with Carol and Bucky, prowling the town and the bar. Matching shot for shot some nights, waking up in random apartments other nights. Eventually Bucky did what you never did.

He asked Sam on a date and that left you and Carol. Until she started hooking up with Maria and dragged her along so you wouldn't be hitting the bars alone. You had made yourself a pity case.

"Do you need something?" Wanda cocks a brow at you, making a face at your prolonged staring.

You clear your throat, feeling the heat rush through your face, "You look a little sunburnt."

With a shrug and a chuckle, Wanda bookmarks her page as she places it down on the coffee table. Standing, she sits down on the couch, your body automatically scooting over to accommodate her. Holding out her red and glowing hand, you watch her pull off her rings, displaying the radiating tan lines running up and down her fingers. A laugh escapes you as you feel her hand slap against your chest.

"I didn't have anyone to put sunscreen on me!" She groans, "It burns!"

You guide your finger gently down her exposed arm, pressing in slightly to her warm skin. As you lift, you see the true color of her skin before it's bombarded with the glowing red of her burn. Glancing up, her green eyes watch you carefully, both of you not acknowledging the weight of her hand still on your chest.

"An aloe vera massage would do wonders," You whisper, "And I'm all out."

With a roll of her eyes, she leans back into your legs, "You really are a pain in my ass, y'know? When I tell people about you, that's the first thing I say."

Watching her float the remote to her awaiting hand, you grin, "Oho, so you're telling people about me, huh?"

"Please, check the ego there."

For the next moment, the two of you sit peacefully in each other's silence. Wanda was one who clung to those she trusted. When you came back, it was like she had superglued herself to you any time you walked into the room. It didn't help that you were still madly in love and she was taken.

Right now though, you watch her delicate fingers play with yours. Her eyes squinting with laughter as she watches her sitcoms, glancing to see if you're laughing as well.

A commercial echoes through the living room and Wanda lets out a sigh for attention, patting your thigh as she drops your hand. You don't move it as it lands atop her thigh, only gently stroke your thumb against the silky skin you wish could press against yours. Letting out a noise that you're both awake and paying attention to her, she glances over at you.

"Since you got Captain America to actually give us a free weekend, what's your plan tonight, casanova?"

You shrug, "I have early training with Bucky and-."

Wanda moves her whole body to face you, your hand slipping from her thigh as confusion spreads across her face. She lets out an unbelieving scoff,

"You're joking. You used to show up half drunk to training and still kick ass."

She's watching you carefully and you try to keep a neutral look on your face, she knows all of your quirks. Glancing up at her with a small grin, you pull your legs into you. Shifting yourself, you sit properly on the couch and run your hands through your hair.

"Just don't want to go out tonight. It's boring." You chuckle, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

Wanda rolls her eyes, "Why, no one catches your eye anymore?"

Another playful nudge and you sigh. All this playful teasing, these light touches. She has to know what she's doing.

Trying to keep a steady and nonchalant shrug, you shake your head,

"No one out there."

And you might've gotten away with it. Instead, you fell into the magnetic pull of those green eyes that cause you so much trouble. As your eyes land on hers, you can see the dilation within her pupils. Then the realization across her face. Her playful grin falls as she stares at you, blinking slowly.

"Y/N," She says slowly, "If you're doing what I think-."

You stand up quickly, your feet taking you to the other end of the coffee table. In two days you'll be gone and you'll be back in the place you hate being in right now. Placing your hands on your waist, you look up from your tapping foot.

"Wanda, I can't keep kissing strangers and thinking they're you."

Silence meets your face. You watch her as she slowly nods at you, "That's exactly what you're doing."

Groaning, she slides her fingers through her hair, pinning it from her face. Wanda lets out a careful breath before looking up at you, "What happened to no strings?"

Slapping your hands against your thighs in frustration, you let out a scornful chuckle, "Come on, Wanda. You know those rules were bullshit! No strings means not going on exclusive trips to museums and restaurants!" You watch her eyes flicker around the room, trying to find a way to disprove what you're saying. "It means not staying up all night when the other is sick!"

Wanda stands up quickly and you can see the look on her face, she knows what you're getting to. Waving her hand to get you to shut up, she tries to get to the stairs but your words blurt from your mouth,

"It means not falling in love!"

Her feet stop carrying her towards the stairs, her body frozen in the middle of the compound. Carefully, you step towards her, leaning ever so slightly to try and catch her eyes. They're glazed over from your confession, trying to understand the implications.

"I left. I..." You suck in a shaky breath, "I thought it would be easier if I wasn't here. You were so adamant about no strings, Wands. I broke the only rule, why would I stay?"

Her head jerks back at your words, her brows furrowing deeply down her face. Without another second to keep talking, Wanda's feet pivot as she shoots a finger into your face. You jerk away from her advance, seeing the growing mist within her eyes as she shouts,

"That's why you left?"

The crack in her voice sends one through your heart.

She turns quickly, her hands violently wiping at the tears that have broken free. You clench your brows. She's angry at you? You're the one who's had to watch her prance around with Vision, you just a memory of romance. Just before she can grab her bag and leave, you call out,

"Well, you seem to have fared better than me!"

As the words leave your lips, you bite down hard and shut your eyes. A surprised choke exits Wanda's throat as she throws her purse back onto the side table, knocking over the decorative bowl of rocks. They scatter across the ground but she doesn't notice, all of her rage is pointing at you. Her fingers run violently through her auburn hair, looking like she wants to rip it out.

"You are infuriating!" She jabs a fingers at you, "Why think that?! Because I'm dating Vision? He's filling a void, dumbass!"

Her words stab into you as her stomps draw nearer, you can feel the heat of her anger. She's not done, she's not letting you off easy.

"Every time he touches me, every time he kisses me. God, Y/N! All I can see is your dumb face."

Wanda's heavy breath washes over you as she finally stops her assault, so close you can see the blue in her green eyes. Her body radiates out to you and you have to force your hands into your pocket to not grab her and kiss her. Your eyes dip to her lips but you see sadness that has quickly replaced the facade of anger. Making a small fist, she slams it into your chest as her head bows. Her arm slides down your body, hanging limply at her side as she looks to you.

"Why didn't you talk to me?"

Wanda's fingers twitch forward, wanting to grab onto you. You sigh, taking your hands from your pockets and resting them on your waist. Your confession was supposed to be more romantic than this. Instead, you brought up issues you both were trying to ignore. You were angry now at yourself, taking it all out on the person you loved. You'd spent too long with all of this pent up emotion though, and it was all pouring out in waves.

"I have to finish my requisition forms. Get my gear ready."

You don't have to look up to know what face Wanda is making at you. It's the same face she had when you left the first time. The way her brows clenched together in disbelief, the pain behind her reddened eyes that threatened to spill more tears, how her chin trembled as she tried to breathe.

Her voice barely passes a whisper but standing so close, you hear every broken syllable, "You're leaving again."

You sigh, rubbing your throbbing temples as you feel your nose stuff up.

"You drop all of that on me and you're just going to turn around and leave?"

Shaking your head, you want this conversation to end. It's obvious where she is and it's not next to you.

"Don't you have a date or something?" You ask.

Wanda's been around you too long to not see exactly what you're doing. She lets out a chuckle, a lethal look in her eyes.

"No, you're right. And that date seems a hell of a lot better than this." Without another word, she snatches her purse from the table and starts to climb the stairs, leaving your feet frozen. Just as she reaches the middle of the staircase, she stops. You can feel her stare burning into you and as you look her way, you wish you hadn't.

"You're a coward."

Those words burn into your brain, rising through your ears and torture you for the rest of the day. The only thing you could think to do was slam your fists into the closest thing. The punching bags. People came and went, eyeing you try and punch away your frustrations to no avail. When the sun finally had sunk below the horizon, one Avenger had enough of your pity party.

"You know she's right." A voice comes from behind you.

You don't respond to them, just dodge the swaying bag. They walk into the room, stopping just inside of your peripheral.

"You're an idiot, you know."

With a chuckle, you sidestep the bag, "You need to be a little more specific."

"You're losing her again."

Another punch, "Uh huh."

Carol sighs next to you, "And you sent her away on her date."

"Yup."

She steps in front of the bag, stopping its movement and stares at you with determination in her eyes, "And you're not going after her?"

Avoiding her stare, you start to unwrap your hands, wiping at the sweat that pours down your face. Stopping, you can feel the cramp in your side and the throbbing of your knuckles. Chucking the wrap, you let out a shrug,

"Is there a point?"

Carol shoves the bag into you, grabbing your attention, "I am not going on another mission with you while you sulk. Do you know you talk in your sleep? Yeah. Guess what name I heard that whole year?"

You shake you head, licking your chapped lips as you search for water, "She didn't say it back."

You hear an exasperated chuckle from Carol, "Y'know Y/N, I'm going to go on a limb and say she wasn't expecting all of that to be thrown in her face."

Shooting her a glare, she keeps talking, "I'm saying this once. If you think this is going to be some cheesy Rom-Com where she bursts through those doors and confesses her love, you're more of an idiot than I thought." A finger jabs hard into your chest as you grimace, "You need to fix this."

Carol leaves you there with your head filled with more thoughts than before. Wanda was happy with Vision wasn't she? She hadn't talked about him much but you knew she had to be. Who were you to go and screw that up?

Night turned into morning and after staring up at your ceiling, you knew you weren't getting any sleep.

Sneaking down the stairs, you see everyone is still asleep. You take the opportunity to sit in more silence and wait for the coffee machine to finish steaming. The sun was just beginning to shine its red hues into the kitchen as you stood at the counter, twirling your empty mug. Lost in thought, you failed to hear the padding of feet coming down the stairs.

"I thought you had early training."

With a quiet chuckle, you lean into the counter, "You caught me."

In silence, you watch the witch pour in her coffee. The same amount of creamer and sugar every time, the same motions every morning since you've noticed her. Turning, she sees your mindless fingers twisting and turning your empty mug. Wanda raises her brows and holds out her hand,

"Refill?"

You hand over the mug and watch her work her magic on the black liquid, turning it into the caramel drink you love. Breathing in deeply, you watch the bubbles swirl around the liquid. You furrow your brows,

"I can never make mine taste-."

"We broke up."

Her words slam into you, your breath catching inside of your throat. Looking up, Wanda stands there in the middle of the kitchen, unsure if she had truly spoken or not. She looks up at you, her mouth closing as she realizes she doesn't know what she's doing.

"What? Wands, are you okay?" You start to stand to go and comfort her, you know they had a date yesterday. Did the son of a microwave hurt her?

Wanda's hand rises, stopping you in your tracks before she takes a quiet breath, "We broke up almost a month ago, Y/N."

Nodding at your obliviousness, you knock your knuckles against the counter as you press your lips into a thin line, "We're both liars then."

"Tell me you lied about the mission," She whispers, leaning into the counter. Her fingers laying gently across yours.

Your chest constricts as you sigh, "I didn't."

You watch her sullen nod, curling hair falling out of her messy bun as you gently graze your thumb across her knuckles. She quietly chuckles,

"We just missed each other."

Stopping your thumb, you clench your jaw. This isn't going to happen again.

"Wanda," You whisper, listening to the sad hum she gives you as she glances up with bloodshot eyes, "I'm sorry. I was scared and... I was an idiot."

Wanda pats your hand with a loud sniff, "I appreciate it, but-."

She doesn't continue. She doesn't want to believe that you're leaving. The love you feel wouldn't be strong enough to survive that time apart again. There's broken support beams and one thing will send it falling down. A far away mission isn't the nurturing this budding feeling needs.

Wanda tries her best to flash you a grin, "Let me teach you how to make coffee."

Before she can turn, you grab her hand quickly, "I'd prefer if you made it."

As you walk around the counter, you gently rest a hand on her waist, watching her carefully. Her handgrips your arm tightly, words stuttering from her lips as she tries to remind you that she's not going. You're leaving her again.

Without hesitation, you press your lips against hers, feeling her breath wash over you in a sigh. You pull her in tighter, leaning your head back to speak,

"Sam's going stir crazy. He can have it."

A smile tugs at your lips as you see her furrowed brows on her face, you place a kiss at the center of the wrinkles, pulling back to see the scrunching of her nose. A scrunch just for you.

"Wanda Maximoff. I love you. And I'm not losing you twice."

Without warning, her lips smash against your as she wraps her arms around your shoulders as you hoist her up. Wanda's legs wrap around you as both of you are smiling so wide that you can't kiss properly. Feeling her cold hands press gently against your face, you look into those green eyes that complete you life.

"I love you." Wanda whispers as her witchcraft wraps around you once more.

[starbuckie]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲

challenge: women of marvel x reader exchange by @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest​ ​

prompt: “have you ever wondered why i don’t wear the color blue?”

pairing: dark!wanda maximoff x reader

words: 3.8k words

warnings: SMUT 18+ (oral, choking kink, degradation kink, strap-on, rope play, dacryphilia) manipulation, kidnapping, angst, more angst, a heavy pile of angst, soft!dark wanda

summary: wanda’s not good at emotions, but it is good that she found a way to take out her grief. good for her, but not so much for the people around her. especially the ones who least expect it.

a/n: this is my fic for @aggieharkness​, a lovely lovely human, and i had so much fun writing it. it takes place right after the events of age of ultron, and dark!wanda really just makes my heart go wheeee or something along those lines. please enjoy, and i hope you all have a lovely day <33

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What Wanda was doing wasn’t grieving any longer.

You had seen her grief. All five stages of it. And it had taken a toll on her psychological and physical being so powerful, that her eyes had become a slate grey, bloodshot veins like red  lightning in her lifeless stare. She sat on the living room couch in the compound twenty four hours a day with her paling skin and withering figure, crying her eyes out or just glaring at the grey skies. It went on like that for several weeks, until one day Bruce caught her making breakfast for the team at seven in the morning, refreshed and clean, a bright smile painted on her face.

She had spent the rest of the day making apologies to everyone, running around the compound with tears in her eyes and words spilling profusely from her lips. Everyone had forgiven her immediately. Her brother had just died, and most had understood the pain of losing someone they loved so much, so it was easy to do so. She had made dinner with Steve and Nat, watched a movie with Tony, and gave you a gift card to Starbucks, “just because”.

You all hadn’t seen her since that night.

It was one thing to grieve. There was only one thing to assume from her sudden absence: that she had had flashbacks from the fateful day her brother had passed, and was going through the trauma again. She needed space, maybe a little more time to figure herself out before coming back to society completely,

You couldn’t feel her pain and it hurt you to the core. You'd known Wanda for little time; truthfully the brunette had probably forgotten your name in the two months you’d known her. But you were an empathetic soul, you needed to know that everyone around you was happy, thriving off of smiles and laughs bouncing off the compound walls.

Three knocks to the door. Steve had mentioned that it may be fruitless, to try to get her to open the door in whatever state she was in and to be prepared for her to have regressed in her emotions. Likely anger and sadness still ran cold in her blood and despite her one day of sociality with the team, she could be just as hostile as when they first found her. So there you stood, a platter of cookies and jasmine tea in your hand, a timid smile plastered on your face to calm yourself more than the woman you were about to see. Your heart was beating out of your chest wildly and you couldn’t stop tapping your foot in a mindless rhythm as you waited for the door to open. But just as suddenly as your mind started to conjure horrible thoughts, it did.  

A mist of scarlet red greeted you, the scent of sickening sweet fruits and something you could only describe as blossoming liveliness hitting your nose like soft, crashing waves. It was unnatural. The door swung in by itself, and there was Wanda, sitting on her bed, facing away from the door though her arms beckoned you inside. With shy steps you entered, glancing around the still empty room. You’d been in once before, to help move in boxes from Ikea and belongings, but the room seemed to have stayed the same since then. Zero progress in decorating. 

The sheets weren’t even on the bed. Wanda sat in the middle of the mattress, cross-legged and completely silent as she forced the door back shut. There was heavy silence that haunted the room. You wanted her to speak first, to open up the conversation and set the mood. From opened-up sobbing to a pleasant albeit awkward conversation about the weather, you were prepared for everything, 

“Have you ever wondered why I don’t wear the color blue?”

Except for that.

You were speechless. Even though her question was directed towards you, she made no move to face you in any way. She just continued to stare out the window.

“Pietro and I made a pact when we were young. It was stupid, so childish, but that pact was the last thing I remember making before the bomb took out parents.” She chuckled, but there was no joy behind it. Only the sound of loss. “He was never to wear red, that was my color. And blue was his. I don’t think I’ll be able to see the word in any color but blue anymore.”

“I’m so sorry, Wanda.” You found courage to inch yourself towards her bed, sincerely speaking to her aching soul as she spoke the story of her pain. The tea threatened to splash over the sides of the teacups as your hands shook. Somehow each step you took towards her felt like one more towards your own death.

You didn’t like that feeling. 

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.” She finally turned around, meeting your soft gaze with her own. Her opal eyes were matching her smile, but somehow to look inside them spoke centuries worth of pain and torture. “Is that tea for me?”

“Oh, sorry, yes it is. I brought you some of Nat’s red velvet cookies too, I remember how much you enjoyed them last time.” You laughed quietly. Her hands reached towards yours so you could hand her a cup, her lips pouting to blow cool air over the steaming liquid. Even though it wasn’t intentionally appealing in any way, you couldn’t help but focus on her puckered red-painted lips, how pretty she looked in the moonlight. 

But just as soon as the moment started, she took a sip of the tea, beckoning you to sit down with her. With an awkward gait, you walked towards her, bending down to sit on the edge of the mattress. “I cannot thank you all enough for the kindness you have shown me the past few months. Taking me and your brother into your home, giving us shelter and family, giving me time and space to cope with his death… it’s all much more than I deserve.”

“That’s absolute nonsense, Wanda,” you grabbed her manicured hand, sending her a soft smile full of love and warmth, “you’re our family now. We’ll do anything and everything to ensure your safety and comfort as one of us. You’re an Avenger now.”

You exaggerated the word, the superhero term that everyone looked up to and both of you giggled at it. For one minute in the past year, you felt more at peace sitting in her room than you had at any other time. A yawn escaped your lips, and you glanced over at the clock that sat on the headboard of the bed. 1:03. It was getting pretty late, and your body had felt more drowsy since talking to Wanda. 

“You can sleep in here tonight,” Wanda assured, “there’s no reason for you to go a whole floor up just to sleep for a few hours. Please, lay down.”

You smirked at her, already making yourself comfortable on her mattress. It wasn’t ideal, but her alluring aura somehow made it so easy to drift off. You were already nodding off, the scent of flowers and the comfort of the bed making an easy escape to sleep. “Only if you insist.”

That night you fell asleep to the soft lull of Wanda’s voice as she sang in Sokovian, a song so sweet, you had no clue her intentions behind it. 

I waited for you, and this day has come.

My heart became a home full of light, full of light.

You are mine, my sweet girl, only mine.

-

The first things you noticed were the ties binding your wrists and ankles to some pieces of cold metal. You couldn’t see anything through the blindfold put on you, but your ears were straining for any noise besides your own heavy breathing and the rhythm of your heart. Your arms struggled against the restraints on her, and that's when you noticed two more things; one, you were being held back by rope digging into her skin, and two, you were absolutely naked.

Your body shivered not from the chill of the room, but in fear. The sheets beneath your body felt damp against your skin, cool beads of sweat beginning to form again in trepidation. You had no clue who had taken you. Everything you had ever learned left your body. 

SHIELD had taught you. Taught you well. You wouldn’t have been invited to join the Avengers in battle if it had not been for exemplary displays of bravery and wit on missions, but lying on the uncomfortable bed, alone and stranded?

Your mind and body had never submitted to such a challenge before, and it terrified you.

But as soon as you thought of defeat, you remembered Wanda. You hadn’t known how much time had passed since you sat with Wanda in her room, falling asleep to the gentle sounds of her singing. But if you were in this predicament, surely she had to be in the same one. Your body may have given up on fighting for yourself, but you couldn’t give up on the woman who had lost so much in so little time. You needed to save her, and your body started to fight again, pulling and squeezing at the restraints.

Creak.

Breath halted in your throat, you quit thrashing around, just waiting for the ball to drop. You hadn’t noticed your body was shaking- nearly vibrating as a cold silence fell upon the room. Footsteps approached you, footsteps that sounded like heels clacking against concrete. They stopped at some point and that was when a drawer opened, a few little scapes heard before the footsteps began again, just growing louder as they marched right towards you.

“Why are you shivering, my darling? I turned the temperature up just for you.” 

That voice. You knew that voice. Not well by any means, but the Sokovian accent could come from only one woman, the only Sokovian you had gotten to know in the past months. The very one you had fallen asleep with last night. The very one who you were struggling to get out and find. 

You hesitated before speaking. If it wasn’t her, if whoever kidnapped you was trying to use her as a weakness or a ploy, you could be dead in a matter of seconds. No more escape. “Wanda?”

The fabric was lifted from your eyes, greeted by the dark, nearly sinister gaze of Wanda Maximoff. She too was bare in every sense, safe for a belted leather strap, a nine inch, dark blue, veiny dildo attached to it. The sight somehow worried you even more. “Good morning, sweetheart, you’re quite the sleepyhead, aren’t you? You went out like a light last night.”

Her smile was unwavering, stretched so wide it looked fake. You glanced past her, to the concrete walls that surrounded you. Two air vents. One locked concrete door. No escape.

“Why am I here, Wanda?” You whipped your head around, making sure to see your arms were completely tied up. “Where am I?”

“That would defeat the whole point of taking you away, my darling, I cannot tell you that.” Wanda smirked, crawling over your body seductively. Had you been in any other situation, you would have loved having her body encasing yours, but under your own will. You hadn’t asked for this; you didn’t know who she was anymore.

“W-we thought you were hurt,” Y/N spat out violently. She couldn’t believe that Wanda would betray the Avengers after everything they had done for her. “We thought you were grieving for your brother. I can’t believe you would lie to us like that.”

“Oh no, grieving for my brother is something I will never stop doing, darling,” she cooed with a smirk. “But I couldn’t let another thing I loved get away from me. I have lost my parents, my home, now my brother, I don’t know what would happen if they took you away from me next.”

Love? Love?

She hadn’t known Wanda for more than two months. How long had she been watching her? Planning this?

“You can’t love me,” Y/N argued, “you barely know me, and now you’ve kidnapped me, and what are you going to do next? Kill the rest of the team?”

“Oh, darling, I don’t want to kill you or the team. Your little dumb brain can’t understand my thoughts,” Wanda cooed, reaching in for your face. You tried to shy away from her touch, turning away from her, but the brunette quickly grabbed your throat, her fingers forcing your head towards hers with a hiss. “But I can understand yours. I know how badly you need someone, my love.” Her fingers ghosted over your naked body, eyeing your body with a greedy look. But her nails felt like heaven against your bare skin, no matter how much you tried to fight it, and Wanda laughed as your hips rutted up into nothing. “How pathetic, your words and your body are speaking different languages. You need me, darling, your body needs me. Let me take care of you.”

“No,” you whispered, “please don’t do this.”

Tears threatened to fall down your face, breath was ragged just trying to hold them in. She inched towards your lips, stopping just a centimeter above before going for the kill. “I’m only trying to help you, my love, you cannot stop me from giving you what you need.”

Her lips dropped down on yours hungrily, her tongue parting your lips with a forceful shove. “I’m going to take you apart piece by piece, my love, I’ve waited so long to watch you come undone,” she panted into your mouth. The tip of her dick nudged into your clit, nestled so snugly in your folds that you thought you’d pass out if something didn’t move soon. 

Involuntarily, your hips moved against hers, so desperate to feel anything. She noticed your neediness with a grin and kissed down your chest and navel, her red lipstick leaving marks all over your skin. Goosebumps spread across your body at her touch- it was even colder than the air in the room, but still burning fear into it as well. Her hands grazed up and down your thighs, trying to calm you and get you to relax, as if your body would ever come down from its tense position. “My darling, if you do not let go soon it will make this harder for both of us,” she warned lightly, “I don’t think you want to make me work harder, that’s not the discipline you learned in your haughty organization.”

You also weren’t trained to be fucked by angry Sokovian witches at SHIELD, but it seemed like a bad time to bite that out.

“Please,” you pleaded one last time, “you don’t have to do this, Wanda.”

She acted as if you didn’t exist, instead running two fingers through your slick folds. “But your body needs me so bad, darling, look at how dripping wet you are. You have been so sad, so lonely, I can help with that. Just relax, and let me take care of you.”

There was no use anymore. She glanced at you, but it wasn’t for approval. If you said no she’d hurt you. Forbidding anymore tears to fall from your eyes, you tilted your head back against the mattress, closing them desperately to imagine being anywhere else. You could only force your head to nod, barely seen, but Wanda took it to plunge right into your cunt.

Her fingers scissored inside of you, spreading your walls apart in ways yours had never discovered. Her breath fanned across your mound, her lips attaching to your clit and sucking harshly. You whined out in pain, but that burst of discomfort was closely followed by a bubble of pleasure. 

Your hands attempted to grasp at the metal bed poles they were attached to; something that proved to be futile after the ropes began to rub into your skin painfully. Her head lifted from your pussy for a moment to whisper a few things to you, and a strike of fear ran through you. But it wasn’t in fear of what she would do next- it was because right before the fear you had found pleasure in her actions. It felt disgusting, downright vile, that you’d enjoy her taking you apart against your own will, but there was no stopping the ecstasy that pooled in your gut. 

“Open those eyes, my love, let me see those tears run down your face.” You will yourself to look down at her, and she reached one hand up to soothe the sides of your ribs. Slick ran down her thighs at the sight of salty liquid running down your soft cheeks one after another. The terror that had taken control of your expression so beautifully suiting your face. “So perfect for me, darling, I just knew you’d be so obedient. My little obedient girl.”

Her lips dove back into your cunt again, and you threw your head back, once again thrown back into pleasure of her fingers and lips on your body. There was a coiling tension in your gut. Your back arched off the bed as you grew closer to orgasm. Then it would all be over. If you could just come, just get the pleasure done with and you could-

She pulled her fingers out. A whimper left your lips, something you hadn’t even noticed until she mocked how desperate you were. Her body climbed over yours again, straddling your spread out legs, and she lined up the strap-on to your weeping entrance. 

“You taste sweeter than rhubarb pie, my love,” Wanda grinned, pressing her smile onto your lips, “but I want to watch you come apart on my cock.”

Between the fear and her words, you found time to glance down at the strap-on, and- oh, there was that burning cold terror again. She noticed the look in your eye. She liked it. “It’s big, no? But I think you can take all of it, ‘cause you're just my perfect little girl. I want to see you cry, my darling, just let go of your emotions, it’s okay.”

Her hips shifted into yours, and the tears came rolling down again. The dildo stretched you out like nothing before. Your fingers and your own dildo weren’t much to compare to the nine inch glory, but God, you were not prepared to feel every single ridge push against your walls. Wanda placed one hand above your shoulder to steady herself, the other brushing the tears on your cheek. Her thumb hovered over the corner of your mouth, and as the tension built in your core, you could see the fondness in her eyes. Your body finally relaxed under her soft gaze, limbs going slack against the ropes that bound them. It wouldn’t be so bad to live the rest of your life in solidarity like this. 

But then Wanda’s eyes turned angry again. “Cry for me, bitch.”

Never mind.

Her hips started to jerk harshly into yours and you yelped in pain as the tip of her dick nudged your cervix. You could feel your juices just seeping from you, making squelching noises with each of her timely thrusts. “You’re so tight and sweet, my love, I bet you’re just clenching on my cock right now.”

Your eyes clamped shut, salty teardrops dripping down the side of your face. Her thumb edged the corner of your mouth, pushing in as she told you to suck. And you complied.

Never before had you felt so under someone’s will before. You’d been captured by HYDRA and still you were begging to undergo that torture than to stay captured by Wanda. You felt useless. Your body became something for her to inflict her pain on, and absolutely nothing more.

Yet you were still chasing your orgasm, your hips bucking wildly into her with each thrust. Sobbing moans left your mouth and Wanda swallowed each with pleasure. The coil in your belly threatened to snap at any moment, and both of you knew it the moment you bit her thumb.

“God damn it, you’re fucking close, aren’t you?” Wanda snarled darkly. “Go ahead then, darling, come on my cock. I know you want to, you can’t fight it anymore.”

Right then and there, a high-pitched whine left your mouth, vision going white. Blood rushed through your ears as your body trembled from the addictive high you rode, so much that you couldn’t hear Wanda’s whispers of how perfect you were against your dampened cheeks. Kiss after kiss was laid upon your skin as your sight returned, like she was rewarding you for being so good. 

“Did-” you croaked, trying to clear your throat, “did I do good?”

Wanda smiled, booping your nose with a small smile that you hated to admit was cute. “You did so good for me, my darling, I am so proud of you. See what happens when you listen to me?”

You didn’t dare utter a word.

Wanda eased off of you with that same cutesy grin, and to your surprise she started to untie you from the bed. Freedom.

“I am going to let you out of these ropes, but don’t even try to run away.” Red mist pooled at her hands as she worked, and she sent a smirk your way with glowing eyes. “I don’t want to have to hurt you, but I will.”

Once she finished untying you, she leaned over to unstrap the belt from her body. Her pale skin shone in the flickering light from the overhead lamp, and you were able to point out the freckles that littered her body. There was a stickiness between your thighs that you wished to rid of, but she offered no option to clean up. She simply just brushed the long strands of hair from her face as she lay next to you, her right hand cupping your tear-stained cheek. She stared at you as if she were the moon and the stars, and everything you were not. Maybe one day you’d be able to see her in the same way. 

“My sweet love, we are going to live the best life together. No one will ever hurt you again. You will never leave again.” Tears ran down your tired face, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to even let a sound out. Just silence. You probably needed to get used to that anyway. 

Wanda’s eyes fluttered open, such a beautiful sight to see under such horrible circumstances, and she smiled at the wetness on your cheeks. “I love it when you cry, darling, you look so pretty when you cry.”

[ghostofskywalker]

Throw Away The Key

Wanda Maximoff/Bisexual!Fem!Reader

Words: 2,612

Summary: It was no secret in the compound that Wanda Maximoff and Y/N L/N hated each other. One day, the team realizes that they’ve had enough of the arguing, and they take matters into their own hands.

Prompt: “She threw a knife at you. How much worse could a conversation go?"

this is part of the Women of Marvel xReader Exchange, which i ran :) this prompt came from @starbuckie​, and i loved writing it! 

you can see all the fics that were written for this exchange over on my event blog, which is @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest​

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist 

When Bucky walked into the kitchen of the Avengers Compound, Wanda was angrily chopping vegetables on the counter. He could tell she was mad, because she was cutting much quicker than usual as she muttered to herself, and there was a knife stuck in the wall next to the door. Bucky couldn’t hear what she was saying, but he knew it wasn’t joyful. Wanda seemed to sense that someone else was in the room, because she looked up at Bucky with a death glare, and he raised his hands in the air, afraid she was going to point the knife at him next. “Whatever you’re mad at, I didn’t do it.”

Wanda cracked a smile at his comment, and Bucky felt somewhat accomplished. “No, it wasn’t you,” she said. He waited for her to elaborate, but she didn’t.

“Are you okay though?” he asked. “Because there’s a knife stuck in the wall and I really would like to be able to get something to eat and live to tell about it.”

“I’m fine,” she said, but the speed and force at which she was still cutting the vegetables didn't really convince him. He didn’t even have to ask Wanda why she was mad or who she had been arguing with, because it didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

“Okay,” he said. “I’m still going to go now.”

When he was safely out of the kitchen (with all his limbs and no stab wound) he decided to find out what had obviously gotten Wanda so rattled up, and he knew exactly where to go: to your room.

You were laying on your bed when Bucky walked in, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, and you looked up at him. “What’s up?”

He didn’t bother to beat around the bush. “What’s got Wanda all riled up?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “Did you two fight again?”

You put your phone down and stared at him. “Do you really want an answer to that question?” you asked.

He shook his head in response. “I knew it.”

“To be fair, it wasn’t the worst conversation we’d ever had.”

“Y/N, it looks like she threw a knife at you. How much worse could a conversation go?"

“You’d be surprised actually.”

“You know Steve is going to have a conniption if this continues,” Bucky said. “Didn’t he already tell you two to knock it off?”

“And you really think the two of us can just get over it because Cap said so?” you asked. “I don’t even know why she hates me.”

“Have you ever considered that she may act like that to you because you act like that to her?” Bucky asked. If it was anyone else on the team, you might have been annoyed at the unsolicited psychoanalysis, but you and Bucky had a special relationship compared to everyone else. He was actually your ex-boyfriend, which no one really believed because the two of you still acted like best friends, but it was true. Sometimes relationships just don’t work out, and you realized that you two were much better off as friends.

You shook your head. “No, it wasn’t me, or at least I don’t think it was. One day she just started to act like that, and I guess I got the message.”

Bucky didn’t answer, but you knew what he was thinking. He left your room shortly after that, and you sat there, combing through your memories, wondering what you could have possibly done to make Wanda hate you the way she did.

***

Unbeknownst to you and Wanda, the rest of the team had finally had enough of your arguments. The knife in the kitchen wall was the last straw, especially for Tony, who acted like you had smashed the windows or something. But the problem was that no one knew what the cause of the animosity was, and no one knew what to do to get you to actually be civil to one another. “It’s a lost cause,” Natasha said as she sat around a table with Steve, Bucky, Tony, Sam, and Clint. “It might be more effective to give them each a floor of this place and say they’re not allowed near each other.”

“We can’t do that,” Steve said, shaking his head. “They need to at least be able to tolerate each other. The next big threat to walk through that door is going to steamroll us if we don’t work together as a team, and right now, Y/N and Wanda are putting us in serious jeopardy of that.”

Bucky had been eerily silent for the entire conversation, and he eventually spoke up after Steve. “I have an idea that may work,” he said. “But neither of them are going to like it, and we’re probably not going to like it for the first few hours either.”

Bucky laid out his plan, and Steve, Sam, and Tony agreed that they could at least give it a shot, but someone would have to stand by to make sure Y/N and Wanda didn’t kill each other. Natasha was silent as they planned out how they were going to make it work, and she shook her head. She didn’t think was that good of an idea, but there wasn’t another option at this point.It was going to be an interesting few days in the compound, that’s for sure.

You only found out about their “genius plan” when Bucky suggested that you two watch a movie together the next afternoon, and you were stupidly lulled into the trap with promises of popcorn and ice cream, because the situation you had found yourself in was more like the plot of a movie than sitting down to watch one.

Because Steve handcuffed you and Wanda together.

“What the fuck?” Wanda said loudly as the handcuffs snapped on her wrists.

You rolled your eyes. “Finally, something we can agree on.”

“We’re not unlocking you until you can figure out how to at least tolerate one another,” Steve said, putting the key in his pocket. You gave him a glare that could wilt a houseplant, and you shook your head at Bucky, who was laughing his ass off behind where Steve was standing. This had his name written all over it, you decided, and if you found out that he’s the reason you’re now cuffed to your least favorite member of the team, there would be hell to pay.

It got worse when everyone else left the room, because now the two of you were alone, and there was no way to get rid of each other. “Can��t you use your magic to get these things off?” you grumbled, trying to pull your hand out of the small hole.

“Believe me, if I could, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now.”

“So we’re stuck like this?” you sat down in the middle of the living area, jerking Wanda down with you. She swore as she plummeted to the ground and glared at you. “Worst day of my life.”

“You could repeat that,” she said, and the two of you sat there, on the floor in the middle of the room, as far away from each other as the cuffs would allow, wondering what the hell you could possibly do to get out of this situation.

You spent an entire day chained together like that, dragging each other around when you wanted something and grumbling to yourselves the entire time. More death threats were thrown around than you could count, and you decided that you were going to murder Steve if he didn’t unlock the two of you soon. Dinner was awkward, as the two of you kept yanking your arms back in order to eat (either the team really thought that burgers were a good idea, or they just really wanted you to suffer).  And as the sun went down, you had a horrific realization: that if these cuffs didn’t come off in the next few hours, you had to sleep in the same bed as Wanda Maximoff.

You plead your case with Steve, but after the disaster that was dinner, he refused to unlock the two of you. You could have killed him right there, but you refrained, because maybe if you just went along with it you would realize that it was all one big joke and you’d be allowed to sleep in your own bed, not handcuffed to anyone, and especially not your worst enemy. But once again you were proved wrong.

Changing into your pajamas was bad enough, and you had just laid down (in one of the many guest rooms, because there was no way in hell you were letting her near your room) when Wanda turned her back to you, but the fact that you were handcuffed together made it a little complicated. “I need my fucking arm you know!” you said, breaking the heavy silence in the room.

“Well it’s attached to my arm!”

“And that’s not my fault, is it?”

“I’d love to know how you think it’s my fault then.”

“This whole thing is your fault!” you said. “Because I don’t know what I did to make you hate me, and now we’re stuck like this.”

No response from Wanda. You wondered if you’d struck a nerve, but you decided to let it go and at least try to get some sleep, or you would just be even more angry and annoyed tomorrow.

You tried not to let your thoughts drift to the woman sleeping peacefully next to you as you fell asleep, and you tried not to think about what might have happened if the two of you didn’t hate each other the way you did.

***

If going to sleep was awkward, waking up was worse. You woke up first, and you weren’t sure what to do. You couldn’t move your arm, because then Wanda would wake up, but you couldn’t just stay like this forever.  And being alone with your thoughts was almost worse than having her awake. You hoped that since the two of you had been chained together by your friends and forced into this situation that she might be nicer to you, even if it was just to get the cuffs off.

But when she woke up, it became clear that your hopes were futile. Breakfast was another nightmare, and you had to stop yourself from throwing a bottle of water at her to get her to shut up. Insults were slung left and right, and Steve just shook his head and told you that you definitely weren’t getting the cuffs off until you learned to get along.

About mid-afternoon, you realized that you had enough of this, and thankfully, the perfect opportunity presented itself. When you and Wanda were walking by the living room to get something to drink, you spotted Steve, fast asleep on the couch. You poked Wanda (and shushed her when she tried to speak) and pointed to Steve on the couch. She immediately understood what you were suggesting, and the two of you creeped slowly into the room, making sure the handcuffs didn’t make a sound.  After trying to see if he was really asleep or just faking it for whatever reason, Wanda used her magic to slowly lift the keys out of his pocket.  The minute they were in her hands, the two of you left the room and immediately went back to where you had slept the night before.

Hearing the sound of the key clicking in the cuffs was the best thing in the world, and you threw your arms in the air when they were free. You both breathed a sigh of relief, and then a silence fell over the room. What were you supposed to say in this situation, especially when you cheated your way into getting unlocked?

You chose to say nothing, and you both went your separate ways. You collapsed onto your bed, your mind still reeling from what had just happened. You got a good few hours to yourself before Bucky walked into the room and saw you (obviously without Wanda) and then told everyone else.

Steve decreed that you shouldn’t have been unlocked the way you did, but he said he wasn’t going to lock you back up again because you at least worked together to get the key. He made you both promise to be civil to each other on missions, and then you were once again alone. Bucky was avoiding you, you could tell that, and you had a feeling it was because the whole thing was his idea, and he was worried you would kill him the next time you saw him.

You were laying on your bed a few days later when there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” you said, thinking it was Bucky coming with an apology gift and your favorite take out. But it wasn’t, and you were shocked when Wanda tentatively walked into the room. You didn’t know where you stood with her after the whole handcuff thing, but you thought you would really only see her on missions now, or occasionally when Steve makes everyone sit down and eat dinner together.

“Can we talk?” she asked quietly, and you nodded. Before you could say anything else, she spoke again. “I want to apologize for the way I’ve acted and treated you. You don’t have to forgive me, but I don’t want us to hate each other anymore.”

You didn’t know what to say as you walked over to stand near her, shutting the door in the process. It was silent in the room for a few moments, and then you spoke. “I just want to know why you hated me,” you said. “Because if I did something to you I want to apologize, but I don’t know what to apologize for.”

She took a deep breath before she spoke again. “It wasn’t anything you did,” she said. “I was jealous, so I acted rashly. I decided that if I got you to hate me, then I wouldn’t feel bad about falling in love with you.”

She was in love with you? If you thought you were speechless before, you didn’t even know what this was. “What were you jealous of?” was what you decided to say, your brain still spinning as you tried to process this.

“Bucky,” she said quietly. “When I saw you together. I wished it was me, but I didn’t want to be rejected. And I know you don’t like me, but I just needed to get that off my chest.”

“Who says I don’t like you?” you asked, before you could stop yourself. You may have been arguing with her from almost the minute you met, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t ever thought of her like that.

Wanda looked confused. “But-”

“I’m bisexual,” you said. “I thought everyone on the team already knew, but I guess not.” Wanda looked back towards the door, like she was going to try and escape, and you reached out to grab her hand. “So if you thought I didn’t like you like that, then you’re wrong about that one.”

“I still blew my chance with you though,” she said. “And I don’t blame you.”

In a moment of bravery, you leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “I don’t think you blew it,” you said. She didn’t speak, instead placing her hands on your cheeks and bringing you close to kiss you properly.

You definitely didn’t object to that, because this was much better than yelling at each other.

- the end -

[ghostofskywalker]

All I Wanted

Natasha Romanoff/Reader (she/they pronouns)

Words: 2,355

Summary: You’re a SHIELD agent, assigned to go undercover to protect Natasha Romanoff, but there’s a catch: she doesn’t know she’s being protected. What happens when she figures out something is up?

Prompt: “why are you here?” 

this is part of the Women of Marvel xReader Exchange, which I ran. this is a gift for @bro-ooke and i hope you enjoy it! 

you can see all the fics written for this event over on my event blog, which is @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 

You stepped into the director’s office and sat down, not sure why you were called into this meeting. You were a fairly new hire at SHIELD, and you didn’t think you had done anything to get the attention of the higher-ups, good or bad. As you sat down quietly across from the director, he passed you a file. “Don’t look so worried, you’re not in trouble,”  he said.

You cracked a smile, but the feeling of nervousness were still there. And it only got more intense as you flipped through the file he had given you. “Sir, this is Natasha Romanoff’s file,” you said, really confused as to why you were there. You knew who she was, obviously, all of the new agents did. She had stood in one day while you were training, and you watched as she took down the agents that had trained you in seconds.

“Agent Romanoff might be in trouble,” Fury said, lowering his voice even though she wasn’t in the room with you. “We think that someone might be tracking her whereabouts and may use her to try and break into SHIELD’s larger network.”

You nodded, still a little confused. “Where do I come in?”

“I’m putting together a small team of agents to go undercover in different places that Agent Romanoff frequents, to see if we can get a more bird’s eye view of the situation,” he responded. “If there’s someone suspicious that seems to show up everywhere, now we have a place to start.”

“Does Agent Romanoff know about this?” you asked.

“No, and you can’t tell her either. She already doesn’t believe that she’s in any real danger, but she’s too valuable to this agency to take a gamble on. If she asks, you’re just a regular person.”

You nodded. “Understood.”

“Alright Agent L/N, we’ll be in touch with any more details.”

***

So far, living a normal life was incredibly boring.  You were working as a barista at a nearby coffee shop, one that Natasha liked to frequent with Clint. But she was only there for less than an hour a day, and you had shifts that were as long as five hours. To make it even more complicated, you didn’t really know how to be a barista either, so you had already made a few mistakes. You could take down a man double your size without him making so much as a peep, but you could not get the perfect amount of foam in a cappuccino to save your life.

You didn’t think Natasha knew who you were, but you should have realized that she would probably clock you as suspicious if you didn’t blend in perfectly. You definitely slipped up a few times, but you thought that she didn’t really suspect that you were anything but a barista. Well, at least for a little while.

“You intrigue me,” she said one day as you handed her her latte.

You didn’t know what to say to that, what was there to say to that? “I’m not that interesting,” was what you went with, because you didn’t think there was a better option.

“I don’t know, I think I would have to disagree, you’re very interesting” she said, looking you right in the eye. You tried not to cower under her gaze, let her know that you weren’t who you said you were, but you also tried not to make it known that you liked her, because she was attractive. You wished you weren’t undercover, because then you could just be the barista flirting with the cute customer, not the agent undercover to protect her.

Keep your cool, you thought. Your training covered how to go undercover, don’t fuck it up now. “I don’t know, it’s not like my life is one of adventure,” you said, hoping the smile on your face sold it to her. “Unless you know something I don’t?” Deflection worked, and she just laughed it off.

After that moment, she started to seek you out more, and you had lingering conversations after you would make her drinks, and she started to show up every day, rather than just every other day or once a week.

As you spoke more, you found yourself thinking about her more often, and thinking about her less as someone you were assigned to protect and more like a friend. You liked her as a little more than a friend too, but you tried to keep those thoughts far away when she was around. You knew that it wasn’t going to last long, and that when she found out you were a SHIELD agent assigned to protect her she wasn't going to be happy with you, and your friendship would quickly end.

But it seemed like your friendship was doomed to end anyway, just not in the way you expected it to. A few days later, Natasha walked into the coffee shop, and when you asked her what she wanted to order, she gave you a phone number and asked you out on a date. You accepted the offer without thinking, but as soon as she walked out the door, you started to freak out. You really liked her, there was no way you could fake that, but it felt wrong to go one a date with her and not tell her the whole truth about who you were.

You are doing this to protect her, the little voice in your head told you. It would compromise everything and put her in danger if you told her who you were right now, and you didn’t want to do that.

But even though you were right, it didn’t make you feel any less shitty about lying to her. You almost called later and cancelled the date, or told her the next time she came into the coffee shop, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. And besides, if she stopped coming by the shop, you lost your eye on her, and it would only put her in more danger.

As a way to try and validate your decisions, you went to Director Fury with the issue. He told you what you didn’t want to hear, that you were doing the right thing by lying to her (or “not telling the whole truth” as he called it) and that you were protecting her. He also told you that you should go on the date, because you would have more of a chance to watch the surroundings and see if you noticed anyone following you that you had seen before at the cafe. You wanted to protect her, partially because it was your job, but also now because of your growing feelings.

Hopefully she won't be too mad when you tell her.

***

For the first time in a long time, Natasha was happy. She liked you a lot, and even though she tried to keep the developments in her relationship a secret, she couldn’t always hide the smile on her face. “What’s got you so smiley?” Clint asked her one day as they walked around one of SHIELD’s offices.

“Nothing.”

“Oh really?” Clint raised his eyebrows. “And this ‘nothing’ wouldn’t have anything to do with the barista at the coffee shop? The one you keep telling me you’re not in love with?”

“No, Clint, it’s not about her,” Natasha said.

“I don’t believe you, you know.”

“You don’t have to, you’re not the one dating them.”

Clint burst out laughing when he realized that Natasha had slipped up. “Ha! I was right, you are dating her! This-”

He couldn’t finish that sentence though, because Natasha elbowed him in the side. “Shut up!” she said. “I don’t want anyone to know right now.”

“Okay, okay, just don’t hit me again,” he said. “But I’m glad you’re happy Nat, I really am. Just don’t be weird and drive them away, okay?”

“I won’t, it’s like you have no faith in me.”

By Clint’s definition, “being weird” was finding out someone’s entire life story before they even went on a date, and at first, Natasha was very good about not stalking you on the internet, but one night she got slightly tipsy and curious.

What she found was clean and simple, but she could tell there was more to your records that what was public. She didn’t know what she was expecting when she plugged in the code for SHIELD’s firewall, never in a million years expecting that it would work, but it did. If your records were sealed by any other agency, her code wouldn’t have worked, so this could mean only one thing: you worked for SHIELD.

She could help herself from showing up at your apartment, taking you by surprise because she wasn’t supposed to come pick you up for your date until next week. “Why are you here?” you asked, eyes wide.

“Why didn’t you tell me you worked for SHIELD? And if you do, why were you even working at the coffee shop anyway?”

“I didn’t want you to find out this way,” you said quietly, and she watched as the tears started to form in your eyes. “I-”

“You what?” she cut you off. “Why were you there Y/N?  If that’s even your name.”

“You read my file, you know that’s my name,” you said. You took a deep breath before you spoke again, because you knew it was time to explain.  “I was assigned by the director to protect you because he thought you were in danger. I never planned for any of this to happen, believe me.”

“I told Fury that I was fine,” she said, her voice getting louder and louder. “That I could take care of myself and I didn’t need people to babysit me, and he did it anyway? Was going on this date even real, or was that part of the plan as well?”

“No,” you said. “That wasn’t planned. I grappled with this for so long too, because I really liked you, but I knew that I was lying to you. But I convinced myself that I was doing this for a good cause, so I kept up appearances.”

“You should have told me,” she said. “When I asked you out, you should have said something like ‘Oh no I can’t go out with you. I’m actually just here because the director is convinced you’re in danger, but maybe next time?’”

“Natasha-”

“There’s nothing else I have to say,” she said, just before she turned around and walked out of your apartment.

She drove away from your building, the tears in her eyes blurring the world around her.

It took Natasha a few days to confront Fury, but she did it. “Why did you assign agents to follow me?” she demanded as she threw the door to his office open in anger. “And why did you lie about it?”

“I did what was right for my agent,” he said. “I’m sorry I hurt your pride, Agent Romanoff, but there isn’t a person on this earth that can take care of themselves all the time.”

“So did you send Agent L/N to try to date me? Because you almost succeeded there then.”

“Agent L/N has no part in this other than the fact that they were just doing their job,” Fury said, his one eye staring down Natasha’s glare. “Whatever chemistry the two of you had, that was real, and it definitely wasn’t part of the assignment.”

“Still, I didn’t need to be followed, Fury.”

“We know that now,” he said quietly. “But I didn’t want to take the chance and lose you.”

Natasha was silent. “Alright,” she said. “I want to apologize to Y/N then. What department are they in?”

“Agent L/N?” Fury asked, raising his eyebrow. “She quit the day after your failed date, I don’t know where she is now.”

Natasha’s eyes widened, and she didn’t even bother to say goodbye to the director as she ran out of the room, the door slamming behind her.

***

You didn’t bother to answer the door the first time someone knocked on it, figuring it was just the mailman with a package and that he would leave it eventually, but then the noise came again. And when you pulled the door open, it definitely wasn’t the mailman on the other side. “Hi,” Natasha said softly. “Can we talk?”

You didn’t know what to say, so you just nodded and stepped aside to allow her through. “Natasha I-”

“No, I need to speak first,” she said, cutting you off. “I need to apologize for what I said to you, assuming that the chemistry between us wasn’t real. I was just blindsided by the information and the realization that you weren’t who you said you were.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” you said. “I should have been up front about why I was there, or at least just turned you down for the date. But I really like you, and I selfishly wanted to go out with you.”

The two of you were inches from each other, and she smiled at you. “I really like you too,” she said. “And I’m sorry that I ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin it,” you whispered. “You were just protecting yourself.”

“Can I kiss you?” she asked, eyes flitting down to your lips.

“Yes,” you breathed, and seconds later her lips were on yours. You couldn’t even think, all you did was just exist in the moment, kissing the woman you had been in love with since she first smiled at you while you were undercover as a barista.

When you broke apart, she looked at you. “Fury told me you quit SHIELD.”

“I didn’t think I could keep seeing you around the bases after what I had done to you.”

“Well, he also sent me with a message about getting you back, so what would it take to get you to rescind your resignation?”

You smiled at her. “Kiss me like that again and I’ll consider it.”

She leaned in again. “Deal,”  she murmured, before her lips met yours.

- the end - ​

[ghostofskywalker]

One More Time

Wanda Maximoff/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,779

Summary: You run into your ex at a bar months after you’ve broken up, and your life spirals from there.

This fic is part of the women of marvel xreader exchange, which i ran! this is a gift for @ataraxyaz who requested something angsty with a happy ending. you can see all the fics written for this event over on the event’s blog, @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest

This is also part of @cherryblossomskye’s 500 follower writing challenge! congrats! i hope you like it :)

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist 

No matter how many time you told him that you weren’t interested, this man wouldn’t leave you alone. You were at a bar, just trying to relax after a stressful work week, and this was not really helping to calm you down. You weren’t in the mood for a one night stand, and definitely not with him. After a while of trying to find a way to escape the conversation you had been pulled into, you looked him in the eyes and decided to just lie to his face. “I’m here with someone, and I really need to get back to them.”

He didn’t believe you. “Where are they then? I didn’t see you with anyone before?”

The situation got more uncomfortable, so you started lying more and more. “She left to go to the bathroom a little while ago, and I really need to go find her actually,” you said, craning your neck to look around the bar. There was no one you recognized, because you were here alone, but you had to sell the lie.

You didn’t give him a chance to answer before you walked off into the crowd of people. Hopefully you would be able to find a nice enough woman who would pretend to be with you for a few minutes and then you could go back to drinking your troubles away in peace. On your second loop around the room, you heard someone say your name, but you knew that voice. And apparently the universe was dead set on the fact that you weren’t going to have a good night, because it was your ex-girlfriend that had just spoken your name. “I thought it was you!” she said, obviously drunk.

“Wanda, what are you doing here?” you asked. The Avengers compound wasn’t anywhere near where you lived, so it wasn’t like she could say she was just in the area. She opened her mouth to answer, but then you saw the man you trying to avoid coming over in your direction. You were between a rock and a hard place, so you did something you knew you were going to regret. “Never mind that, Wanda, I need you to do me a favor,” you said quickly. “That guy that’s approaching us has been bothering me all night and I told him that I was here with someone. Can you pretend to be my girlfriend for a few minutes so I can get rid of him Please?”

Wanda didn’t have time to answer before the man was standing in front of you, and you hoped that she was willing to help you out, even if it was your fault that the two of you broke up. “So that’s where you went off to!” he said. “I was looking for you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Wanda answered first. “My girlfriend told you that she wasn’t interested, and yet you’re still here? Take the hint and leave us alone.”

Hearing Wanda call you ‘her girlfriend’ made your heart soar, and for a moment you wished that you were still together for real. “I told you that I was here with someone,” you said. “And you didn’t believe me, so here she is. Now I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me alone before I make sure you never come near me again.”

The man’s eyes widened and he ran away like a scared little mouse, knocking into other patrons in an effort to get as far away from you and Wanda as possible. You breathed a sigh of relief as you watched him go, but you now had another crisis to deal with. You couldn’t just walk away from Wanda like you wanted to, because she was going to want to talk to you.

“That scared him away,” Wanda laughed as she watched the man scuttle back to the bar, no doubt to bother another woman who wasn’t interested in him.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely as you turned to her. “You could have pretended like you didn’t know me, especially after the way things ended between us.”

“No I couldn’t have,” she said. “Because I still can’t bear to think about what would happen if you got hurt, especially if I could have put a stop to it and I didn’t.”

Her words caught you off guard, because you were convinced that she hated you. You had broken up with her a few months earlier, worried that people would use you to get to her. You thought that if you kept her within the small circle of the Avengers, and made it so she wasn’t traveling out of safety all the time to see you, it would keep her safe. “Wanda, why are you here?” you asked, as quietly as the thumping music of the band would let you.

A look you couldn’t quite read came over Wanda’s face, and she was silent for a few moments. “That doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’m leaving now anyway.” Your face twisted in confusion, and as you opened your mouth to ask her what she had meant, she got up from where she was sitting and turned to leave. You stood still as she leaned in to kiss you on the cheek, and then you watched as she closed out her tab and leave the bar. You could have stopped her, hell, you tried to stop her, but it felt as if your legs had been glued to the floor, and you wondered if her magic had any part in it.

When you could finally move again, you sprinted out the door of the bar and looked around frantically, but the only people around weren’t her, and they looked at you in confusion. The chilly night air enveloped you as you stood in the middle of the sidewalk, still looking for a woman you knew was probably long gone by now.

***

You couldn’t sleep for days, your mind overtaken by thoughts about Wanda, and how much you wanted to see her again, how much you wanted to take the time and talk to her. Seeing her in that bar was like a sign, and it made you realize that you didn’t want to be separate from her anymore. You didn’t know what to do, because you didn’t know how you could ever face her again. She was never going to forgive you for what you did, you knew it.

One night though, you couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t know what came over you, but the next thing you knew you were in the car, driving towards the compound. It was the middle of the night, and a rational part of your brain told you that this wasn’t going to do anything, that they would probably detain you somewhere and put you on some watch list as the crazy woman who tried to say that she was in love with Wanda Maximoff. You had never met any of the other Avengers when you and Wanda were dating, you had always turned down offers to come to the compound or attend fundraiser galas because you were nervous. Now though, you were wishing you had some kind of credibility, because you weren’t sure Wanda was going to vouch for you.

The gates to the compound loomed in front of your car as you rolled down the window and waited for someone to speak out of the little speaker. “I’m sorry,” an automatic female voice came through the system. “The Avengers compound is closed for visitors right now.”

“I need to see Wanda Maximoff,” you said desperately.

There was silence, and then a different voice came through the speaker. “Who is this?” a man asked.

“My name is Y/N,” you said. “I need Wanda to know that I’ve messed up, and that I need to speak to her. If she doesn’t want to see me that’s fine, but I need her to know that.”

More silence, and you just sat there, waiting for someone to say something. It had gotten to the point where you were about to turn around and leave when you heard her voice through the speaker. “Y/N?”

“I’m here,” you said. “And I need to talk to you. About what happened the other night, about everything. Please, just let me explain.”

No one else spoke, but the gates to the compound opened, so you drove through them, nervous to what (or who) was waiting for you.

When you pulled up next to the building, Wanda was standing outside of it. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, shivering in the chilly night air, and you rolled down the window again when you stopped the car. “I have the heat on, if you want to get it,” you said. “And maybe we can talk?”

“Okay,” she said, and then got in the car beside you.

An awkward tension hung in the air, and you finally broke the silence. “I need to apologize to you,” you said. “I thought that by breaking up with you I was keeping you safe, but I just realized that I was causing you more pain than I was trying to protect you from. When I saw you the other night in the bar, a switch flipped in my brain. I thought I could live without you, but these last few days have proved to me that I obviously can’t. I don’t expect you to forgive me, or to even think about taking me back, but I need you to know how sorry I am that I hurt you.”

“I don’t blame you,” she finally said. “I would have done the same thing you did if it were me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either, and I hate myself for walking away from you at the bar, even though I desperately wanted to talk to you and sort all of this out. If you’re serious, I want to try to be us again, if that’s okay.”

You couldn’t stop the large smile from spreading over your face. “That’s more than okay,” you said softly. “Because I can’t even begin to explain how sorry I-”

But she didn’t let you finish that sentence, because she leaned in and kissed you. The feeling of her lips on your was just as perfect as you remember, and when you broke apart she reached down and took your hand. “It’s a little late for you to be driving back home,” she whispered. “So how about you stay for the night?”

You leaned in and kissed her again at the proposition. “I would love to.”

- the end -

[ghostofskywalker]

Love and War

Peggy Carter/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,477

Summary: You’ve fallen in love with Peggy Carter, the only other woman on the base, and she’s always staring at you. With a little help from Steve and Bucky, you try to figure out if she feels the same way.

Warnings: Period-typical homophobia

Prompt: "did you know that you have the most beautiful eyes in the world?"

this is part of the Women of Marvel xReader Exchange, which I ran! This prompt came from @hikarimiyanaga​​, and I enjoyed writing it! 

You can see all the works from this exchange over on my event blog, which is @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest​​.

Peggy Carter Masterlist

Peggy was staring at you again.

Not that you had a problem with it of course, but you wanted to know why she was always looking your way. You hadn’t spoken to the brunette more than you needed to, and you didn’t cross paths on the base that much, but every time you noticed her somewhere, she was staring at you. It was probably just because she hadn’t seen another woman for a while, as the army base was crawling with men, but you couldn’t help but hope that maybe it was something more than that.

It wasn’t like you could just walk up and ask her though. While homosexuality was a little more common on military bases than it was in the rest of the world, it was still very much something you didn’t want anyone else finding out about. And if you were wrong about this whole thing, and you stupidly admitted to Peggy that you were attracted to her when she didn’t feel the same way, it would be a lot more dangerous than a traditional rejection. If she decided that she didn’t like you, she could tell the higher ups, and you could very easily lose your job over it.

You didn’t think Peggy would do that, but still, you couldn’t be too sure. However, you also couldn’t just let it go, because it seemed like she was always staring at you. So, you decided to do the only thing you could think of doing.

Bucky was the closest thing you had to a friend on the base, because most of the time you were a loner. He knew about your, ahem, predicament (aka your crush on Peggy Carter), mainly because he had asked you out one time when you were a little drunk. You still turned him down, but you also included the reason why you were turning him down, which was that you didn’t like men in that way. Thankfully, Bucky was completely fine with it (even talking about the fact that he’s had crushes on guys before) and you became something close to friends. You didn’t know if he considered you a friend, but he did seek you out whenever you both had some free time, and he never tried to ask you out again, so you considered him one. You decided to tell him about your troubles and see what his thoughts on the matter were. If he told you that you were being ridiculous and that it was probably just a coincidence, it would definitely calm your nerves a little bit.

“Yeah, I noticed that she was staring at you the other day when we were at that meeting with Phillips,” was the first thing Bucky said when you told him about the situation. “And she hasn’t given me a second look since I met her, so I think she likes you.”

“So you’re basing this only on the fact that she doesn’t like you?” you asked, a smile on your face. “A little conceited, don’t you think Barnes?”

“Watch it L/N,” he said. “I would like you to know that I am a catch, thank you very much. I can’t believe I have shitty luck like this, that there’s only two women on this entire base and neither of them are interested in me.”

“Oh, you’ve probably got loads of prospects back home,” you said. “A lady killer like you? Steve’s told me about how you would go out practically every night before you got drafted, so don’t lie.”

“Steve is lying.”

You laughed. “I really don’t think he is. I don’t think that man knows how to lie, are you kidding?”

“You could ask him if he thinks Peggy likes you,” Bucky said, effectively steering the conversation back to the one at hand. “He would tell you if he knew.”

“I’m just afraid that he would go up to Peggy and ask her,” you said. “And then I’d get an answer for sure, but if not’s a good one I’ve just blown my secret. Does he even know about the fact I like women?”

“Yeah, I told him already,” Bucky said, and you eyes widened. “Relax, he’s been my best friend since I was barely walking, he’s fine with it.”

“That may be so, but that doesn’t mean you get to tell him about my love life!” you hissed. You didn’t know Steve Rogers that well, only every interacting with him a few times (and most of them included conversations about Bucky), because the base kept everyone so busy.

“Well, do you want to know if Peggy likes you or not?” Bucky asked.

You were silent for a few moments. Bucky trusted Steve, and you trusted Bucky (which might not be the best judgement, but you did), so you finally nodded and let out a sigh. “Fine, you can ask him. But please make sure he knows to be discreet about it, okay? I don’t want to lose my job because he can’t think of a lie in time.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” Bucky said with a smile. “All you have to do is sit back and wait.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.”

***

Peggy was having the same issues that you were, but you just didn’t realize it. And poor Steve was stuck in the middle of everything, because Bucky had told him to find out if Peggy liked you, but he already knew that she did. If he was being honest, it was all Peggy ever talked about the few times he had spoken to her. She had never outright admitted that she liked Y/N in that way, but Steve guessed from the amount of time she spent talking about her that it was a safe bet to assume that Peggy also didn’t like men. He wanted to find out for sure though, so one day he just pulled her aside and asked. Peggy blushed slightly before lowering her voice and admitting to it, but Steve didn’t know what to do. If he knew that Peggy liked you in the same way you liked her, was he allowed to admit that you felt the same way? Or was that to remain secret at all costs?

He quickly weighed his options, before just deciding to tell her that you felt the same. Her eye widened when she heard, and she practically took off, leaving Steve standing in a tent, a little confused as to what had just happened.

You were sitting in your tent when Peggy practically barged in, and she made sure the door was shut before she spoke. “Steve told me,” she said.

Your heart dropped. You couldn’t tell by the look on her face if this was a good or bad situation, so you decided it was better to play it safe than sorry. “I’m sorry,” you said, looking down at the ground. “He wasn’t supposed to tell you, I just wanted to know why you were staring at me, I’m sorry if I make you uncomfo-”

But she cut you off. “Y/N, stop.” she said, and you listened, your mouth still wide open but no sound coming out. “I was staring at you all the time because you’re beautiful. And I’m not just saying that because we’re in a camp full of men, you really are. And I couldn’t tell if you felt the same way about me that I did about you, so I never approached you about it.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. She liked you? You almost pinched yourself right then and there, because this was obviously a dream of some kind. “Are you serious?” you asked quietly. “You’re not just saying that?”

She took a few steps closer to you, reaching down to take your hand. “You might be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” she said. “And did you know that you have the most beautiful eyes in the world?” You didn’t know what to say, and a smile crept up your face. “Y/N, can I kiss you?” Peggy asked, her face inches from yours.

You checked to make sure the door to the tent was still closed, and you didn’t hear any footsteps around. “Yes,” you whispered, and seconds later her lips were on yours. It was over way too quickly for your taste, but when you broke apart you felt like you could barely form a coherent sentence.

There was a commotion outside, and you looked at each other, both sad that you couldn’t continue. “Well, I guess we’ve got to get work then,” she said, before turning around and walking out of the tent.

It took you a moment, but you managed to get your legs off of the ground and moving again. You haven’t been this happy in a long time.

- the end -

[ghostofskywalker]

Blanket Thief

Carol Danvers/Reader

Words: 1,801

Summary: When a snowstorm knocks out the power of your apartment complex, you get to spend a little more time with the woman you’ve been harboring a crush on since she moved into the building.

Prompt: “quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

This fic is part of the Women of Marvel xReader exchange, which I ran! The prompt came from @justagaymess​ and I really enjoyed writing it!!

if you want to read all the fics from this exchange, check out my event blog @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest​

Carol Danvers Masterlist 

You were standing at the stove making dinner when the lights went out, and you sighed deeply. You had hoped this wouldn’t happen, but the snow fall outside was accumulating more by the second, and you knew there was probably going to be consequences. Washington DC’s power grid wasn’t always well-suited for extreme weather.

You had prepared for this, even if you didn’t want it to happen. You dragged blankets out of every closet you owned and piled them all up in the living room, you had the heat running a little higher than it probably should have, and you were wearing sweats and fluffy socks to try to conserve your own body heat. Thankfully the stove in your apartment was run by gas and not electricity, so you could keep cooking your dinner, but you would be out of luck if the power didn’t come back on by tomorrow morning.

You had already strategically placed candles around your apartment, now you just had to light them. Once you could see again, you peeked out the window to see someone walking through the snow to the door of the building, and you recognized the woman after a few seconds. It was Carol Danvers, who lived in the apartment two doors down from yours. You quickly remembered that the code to get into the building was electronic, and tenants didn’t have keys to the door, so she was going to be stuck out there if you didn’t open the door for her.

You threw on your shoes and quickly raced down to the front door. Carol had her phone out, probably trying to call the landlord, but you waved to her through the glass door and pushed it open. A burst of cold air and snow followed her as she walked through the door, a grateful smile on her face. “Thank you,” she said. “I thought I was going to freeze to death out there.”

“No problem,” you said, smiling. You had become closer to Carol over the past year, occasionally going over to each others’ apartments for dinner or drinks, and you tried to ignore your budding feelings for her, but that didn’t always work out. The cold had nipped at her nose and left it slightly pink, and it was possibly the cutest thing you had ever seen.

“When did the power go out?” she asked as the two of you headed back towards the stairs. You lived on the second floor, so it wasn’t too much of a hike, but you still wished the elevator was working.

“Just a few minutes ago actually,” you said. “If you had the heat running in your apartment it should still be pretty warm.”

Carol shot you a nervous look. “And if I didn’t?”

“Why didn’t you turn the heat on?” you asked incredulously.

“I didn’t realize it would be that bad,” she said. “Which I have now been proven wrong.”

“It might be fine right now, but you’ll be chilly if the power doesn’t kick on soon,” you said. “Why don’t you just hang out at my place? I’ve been home all day, it’ll be a lot warmer than your apartment.”

She shook her head. “No, I couldn’t make you do that,” she said. “I’m sure it won’t be that cold at my place.”

You tried to argue, but she was adamant. “If you get cold, feel free to knock on my door,” you said when you finally made it up to your floor. “I mean it.”

You knew Carol was stubborn, and you didn’t blame her for it (because you could often be the same way), so you honestly didn’t expect her to knock on your door at all, and you thought you were going to have to drag her over into the warmth yourself.  But just as you sat down to eat dinner, you heard her say your name through the door, accompanied by a tentative knock. When you opened it, she was standing on doorstep, wearing big sweats like you were, and she had gloves on her hands. “Does your offer still stand?” she asked quietly.

“Yes! Get in here before you let all the cold in!” you said as you stepped aside, and you quickly closed the door as she walked in. “Do you want anything to eat? I was making pasta when the power went out, and I just finished so it’s still hot.”

“You don’t have to worry about me-” she started to say.

“Carol,” you said, looking her in the eye. “Have you eaten recently?”

Her voice was quiet when she answered. “No.”

“Then I’m going to get you some pasta, sit down.”

She didn’t try to argue more about the food, which you appreciated. The two of you ate wordlessly, but the silence wasn’t uneasy. She insisted on cleaning up after you were done though, which you tried to argue against but eventually had to agree to.

As she was putting the bowls in the dishwasher, you were sitting on the chair by the kitchen island. “I baked apple pies a little while ago, do you want some? There’s cookies too, but they’ve probably cooled off by now.”

“How many things did you make today?” she asked, stopping to look up at you.

You shrugged. “I had all the ingredients, and I figured if I kept the oven on for most of the day it might help if we lost power.”

“Well, you can’t deny that it’s working,” she said as you uncovered the apple pie you had made and started cutting into it. She was right, because even though the power had been out for about an hour at this point, your house didn’t feel as different as you thought it might.

The pie was delicious, and you both went back for second pieces. After that, you decided to move to the couch, and you both took several blankets. You had an old storm radio that you found in the depths of your closet, and you listened to whatever popular music was playing as you sat trying conserve body heat. Eventually you fell into conversation, and you talked about random things, like the weather, what you were watching on TV, and the fact that the residents of the building were promised a generator last year and one still hadn’t been installed, which would have avoided a situation like this. You found yourself moving closer and closer to her, until it got to the point where you were practically cuddling on the couch.

It was already dark out, and there weren’t any clocks other than your phones (which were set aside to preserve battery life) so you didn’t even realize how much time had already passed. It was getting close to ten in the evening, and your eyes were starting to droop. “I should get back to my apartment,” Carol said after you yawned.

“You should just sleep here,” you said. “It’ll be a lot colder in your apartment, and it’s really not a big deal, I promise.” It was starting to get chilly in your own apartment, because the power had now been our for several hours and the residual heat from the oven and the heaters was starting to dissipate.

She opened her mouth, no doubt to protest. “Y/N, I can’t-”

“Carol, I’m serious. And you better stay, because you’re my pillow and I don’t want to move.”

“I’ll stay if you agree to sleep in your bed,” she said. “Because I will not let you sacrifice comfort for me.”

“I’ll sleep in my bed if you share it with me,” you responded, feeling a little bolder than usual.

She must have thought you weren’t going to go through with it, because she agreed.  And after a quick stop at her apartment so she could change into her pajamas, here you were, laying next to each other in your bed. Blankets were piled onto your bodies and you were just starting to fall asleep. It was a lot more difficult than usual though, because you didn’t normally share you bed with someone, and especially not someone you had a crush on. Your mind kept going back to her, and you wished you had the courage to roll over and put your arm around her. As you slowly drifted off, you felt a pair of ice-cold feet brush against your leg. “Quit touching me, your feet are cold,” you murmured sleepily.

“Yours aren’t any warmer you know,” she whispered back, but you didn’t even register it. Sleep finally overtook you, and you drifted off into dreamland.

You woke up the next morning to the sunlight coming in through the blinds, and you were freezing, which you soon realized was because Carol had taken all your blankets in her sleep. You managed to wrestle some of them back, but not without waking her. “Morning,” you said as she sat up in bed, her hair messy from sleep.

“Morning,” she responded, and her voice much deeper than usual. You didn’t think it was possible, but it made her even more attractive. “It doesn’t feel like the power is back on.”

You pulled the cord of the lamp on your beside table, with no change. “Nope,” you said. “Hopefully it comes back on soon, because I’m freezing.”

The two of you stared at each other, sitting up in bed, for the longest time. You didn’t know what to say or do, and you were trying to hide the fact that you really wanted to kiss her right now because you were sure she didn’t feel the same way. Last night was bad enough, and it took you way longer to get to sleep than usual, all because you couldn’t stop thinking about the woman laying next to you in bed.

You didn’t know what came over you, but your mind couldn’t take it anymore, so you leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back immediately, placing her hands on both sides of your face and bringing you closer to her. Sparks flew between you two the second your lips connected, and you hoped that this moment never ended.

But alas, you had to break apart for air. “Wow,” she said as you took a breath.

“Was that a good wow or a bad wow?” you asked nervously.

She responded by leaning in to kiss you again, pushing you back against the bed frame. “It was a good wow,” she whispered when the kiss ended. “Because I have been wanting to kiss you for such a long time, and it still was so much better than I could have ever imagined.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we don’t have anywhere to go then,” you said lowly. “Because I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

- the end -

[ghostofskywalker]

This is Not Goodbye

Sharon Carter/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,257

Summary: Your girlfriend had to go on the run after helping Steve Rogers, and you didn't know if you would ever see her again.

Prompt: “I love you.” - “I know.” 

this was a pinch hit for the women of marvel xreader exchange, which I ran! This prompt is from @buriedhatchetcominguplavender​​​ and i hope you enjoy it! 

Check out all the fics from this exchange on my event blog @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest​​​

Sharon Carter Masterlist 

You could tell something was wrong the minute Sharon walked back into your apartment. You hadn’t seen her in days, and your only hints to where she might be were the news, which after a while you had to turn off. You couldn’t listen to the terrible things they were saying about Steve Rogers and his allies, because Sharon had told you what was going on. You agreed with her and you agreed with Steve, but that didn’t mean you wanted your girlfriend to be put into harm’s way. It was bad enough that she didn’t let you come along (“babe, someone has to be my alibi!”), so you spent most of your time worrying about her and hoping with all you had that she was okay.

People came knocking on your apartment door multiple times looking for Sharon, but you always stuck to your story. You told them that you thought she was out on an assignment for the CIA, because it wasn’t uncommon for her to be gone for days on end due to her job. Playing the dumb girlfriend could only get you so far though, and you knew that once Sharon returned from wherever she was, things were about to change for you both - big time.

You could tell that whoever was after Sharon was growing more and more unhappy with your story of ignorance, and you figured that out one day when you came from work to find that your apartment had been broken into. All your things lay haphazardly on the floor, papers you had for work were thrown around, and some of your dinnerware had been smashed. Obviously the person who had broken in was looking for something, probably something that would give them a clue to where Sharon was, and they got mad when they didn’t find it.

You couldn’t even tell them where she was if you wanted to, because you really didn’t know. She had approached you one evening after work, told you that she needed to go help Steve, and kissed you goodbye. She knew better than anyone that the more people that knew her whereabouts the more danger she would be in, and it would be putting you in danger as well, something she swore to herself she would never do.

You were surprised when she walked back into your apartment one day, and you almost thought you were dreaming. It was a particularly grim evening, and you were listening to a storm rage outside as you ate dinner in silence, and then the door opened. You grabbed the baseball bat you always kept in the apartment (Sharon had offered you a gun, but you vetoed that real quick) before walking slowly towards the front door. When you saw who had just walked through, the bat clattered to the ground and you couldn’t believe your eyes. “Sharon?”

“Y/N,” she said, and she dropped everything she was holding to run over to you and wrap you in a hug. You could feel the tears start to slip from your eyes as you held her, and you spun around the room like a cliche, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was that she was back, standing here in front of you.

You were so happy to have her back in your arms, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. There was a tenseness to her hug that you couldn’t ignore, and you looked at her with your tearful eyes when you separated. “You’re leaving again, aren’t you?” you said quietly.

She nodded, knowing it was better just to tell you the truth. “Not for a few days,” she assured you, which made you feel a little better. “But eventually they are going to catch up with me and I’ll have to leave again.”

You nodded, and she pulled you back into a hug. “Then let’s make the most of these few days,” you said, not wanting to ever let her go.

And that you did. You rarely got up unless you absolutely had to, wanting to spend every second cocooned in your girlfriend’s arms. You kissed every chance you got, but there was the nagging thought at the back of your mind: that this was all going to come to an end eventually. You hoped to push it off for as long as you could, and you went to bed each night wishing to whatever might be out there that Sharon could stay with you forever.

Then about a week later, your fear came to pass. You noticed the same cars that drove by the apartment building every day, slowing as they passed your window. Sharon did everything she could to stay hidden, but you still worried that people knew she was here with you.

After another day of the paranoia, she sat you down. “I think I have to go now, they’ll be coming back to look for me soon,” she said. “I wish it wasn’t like this.”

“Me too,” you said, your heart dropping to the floor. It was almost worse that she returned to you, because you got her back and then lost her again, and it broke your heart even more than if you had never seen her again. You wrapped her in a tight hug, feeling the tears you cried when she first walked through the door return again.

“I love you,” she said as you let go. “And this isn’t goodbye, I promise.”

“I know,” you responded, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. It was perfect for a few seconds, until the crushing realization that she would have to leave once again hit you. You watched, as Sharon gathered her things and walked out the door, and you didn’t think you would ever stop crying.

You had to pull it together again though, because the men who were looking for her returned to knock on your door, and you once again had to play the role of oblivious girlfriend. It worked well, after you had a “breakdown” in the middle of one of the questionings, crying about how you haven’t seen your girlfriend in months and you were so worried that she died because she had never gone this long without contacting  you before. Then you started wailing about how she might have found someone better, and you could tell your tears were making the men uncomfortable.  The men that had come to question you obviously had no idea what to do to console someone who was crying, so they quickly made excuses to leave, and you never saw them again.

A few months later, you received an envelope in the mail. It had no return address, and it felt like it was empty. Curious about what might be inside, you opened it, pulling out a small piece of cardstock. Instantly, the smell of Sharon’s favorite perfume overwhelmed your senses, and you hoped that it wasn’t just a coincidence. One side of the card was blank, so you flipped it over to reveal a set of coordinates stamped onto the paper. On the bottom, in a handwriting you could recognize anywhere, was a single sentence.

I said this wasn’t goodbye, and I meant it.

You immediately started to pack up your life and map out the coordinates on the card. You didn’t care where Sharon had ended up, but you knew you had to be near her. Whatever was happening next in her life, you wanted to be there to help her through it.

- the end -