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Chapter 14

Summary: It's the new year! There's a new development in Reader and Wanda's friendship. Jean and Anna have a very important question for reader. And Rachel witnesses something special.

A/n: Hellllloooooo!! I hope y'all are having a good day. Anyone watch Love is Blind? Every season upsets me more than the last. Anyway, comment, like, reblog, and enjoy!

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By the time you stopped staying with Wanda, the pillow wall ceased to exist. The pair of you were comfortable enough to share the space together on the bed and not overthink it. At least that's what you told each other to be able to hold one another at night. On the Sunday that Vision was meant to come for the boys, he called Wanda early in the morning. You were confused and exhausted when you accidentally picked up the phone. Your eyes went wide when you realized that you answered the wrong phone. You quickly put it on mute and woke Wanda up. She had to put on a fake voice to try and match yours. It was a hilarious attempt and she had to hit you to get you to laugh quietly. You just climbed out of bed to use the restroom.

When you came back, Wanda had her face in her hands. You rejoined her on the bed and she leaned against you once you were settled in. “Vision extended his trip. He said he'll pick them up next Sunday. Which, I'm okay with having them longer. Of course. I love them and I mean, they love you and Rachel so I'm sure that a part of them will be okay with it. But,” she shut her eyes and shook her head as you put your arm around her. “They're going to be so disappointed. I don't even know what I can say? What do you say to a kid when their dad would rather spend the holidays with his new family?”

You frowned as you rubbed her arm. Even though you knew the question was rhetorical, you felt inclined to answer because you've been that kid before. “My mom wouldn't tell me. She wouldn't even make an excuse on his behalf. She would just distract me with so much fun that I wouldn't even know how long it was until I finally did see my dad.”

“Do you think that will work?” She rubbed her finger under her nose. You laughed lightly as you shook your head.

“No, definitely not. Those kids are too smart for that. But, I think I do know something that might work,” you began to remind her of the night before when the boys were bummed by the idea that they had to go with their father because they wanted to stay and have fun with Rachel. “Just say that you asked Vision to let you have the boys a little bit longer and he agreed to let them stay until school starts again.”

And she took your advice, while you were in the shower, she went to the boys room and told them exactly what you suggested. They were so happy and they hugged her so tight she almost felt guilty lying to them. One of the hardest lessons she learned about being a parent was accepting that she did in fact have to lie to her children on occasion. She already had to tell them that she asked to have Christmas with them and they accepted that because Rachel was still in the hospital at the time and they knew their dad wouldn't take them to visit her. They were confused when they spent time with their dad's side of the family and he wasn't there but they had so much fun with their uncle Tony that it didn't matter. He chased them around and wrestled with them when Vision would have yelled at them for running and he would have punished them for playing around so much.

The twins loved their dad but they didn't miss him.

Wanda hosted a New Year’s Eve party that included her mom, the Starks, her brother and his family, plus her friends. You got to invite your friends, Steve and his partner Peggy, the new guy on the job site Thor, and Darcy. A girl you met on a dating app one time and the two of you decided to be friends after. It was rare for her to be in town because she is a political science major who is interning for doctor Jane Foster while she worked on getting her own doctorate. The internship had her traveling a lot. She brought Jane with her because she claimed that the woman was a shut-in. But with the way she almost instantly gravitated to Thor, you couldn't tell.

You also invited Bucky, another work friend, and he brought a girl he'd started seeing a couple of months prior. A woman named Natasha. When she entered the house she appeared to be on edge. So did Wanda at first, you figured you'd have to ask her about it when you got the chance. After a bit, they both relaxed.

Of course, Anna and Jean were in attendance as well. They kept wanting to tease you about co-hosting but with so many of your co-workers and your boss being there, they let it slide. You acted as a guest and the kids knew not to mention the living arrangement.

“So, who are you kissing at midnight?” Darcy asks as she joins you outside on the patio. You needed a break from the party and it was a nice night despite the low temperature. “Me or the hostess?” She smirks then takes a sip from her blue disposable cup.

You shake your head as you drink from your cup. “I’m not kissing anyone at midnight.” The kids were all in the boys room and you’d hate for them to run down the stairs and confuse them because you and Wanda kissed. They were already confused because one of the nights, Billy came running in from having a nightmare and caught you in the bed. Up until then, you and Wanda were telling them that you were sleeping on the couch. You got away with telling Billy that you also had a nightmare and he seemed to have bought the excuse as he climbed in and created space between you and Wanda so that he could snuggle with his mom.

“Oh come on, that’s no fun,” Darcy nudges you. “Tell you what, I’ll kiss Agatha so you’ll have to kiss Wanda.”

You narrow your eyes, “You just want to kiss Agatha.”

She made a face as she laughed, “No, I just want you to kiss Wanda.”

“How much money is involved,” you ask, knowing the people that are inside. Darcy tries to deny that there’s a bet circulating around the party and eventually gives up. You look inside of the house through the windows on the doors and watch Wanda laugh as something her sister-in-law says. Things weren’t complicated with her but you were constantly afraid that they would become complicated. “I’m not kissing her so that you and whoever else is involved can win a bet.”

“Pietro was the one who started it so,” she takes another drink, “do you really want your boss to lose.” The look she gives you confirms your unspoken question of which side of the bet Pietro was on. You couldn’t believe that he bet that you would kiss his sister at midnight. You shake your head again and finish what’s left in your cup.

“I need another drink,” you say as you get up from your seat and walk inside. Instead of refilling your cup, you toss it into the trash. Your eyes keep finding Wanda in the small crowd as you move about the gathering talking with the different people there. You liked getting to know Tony Stark but her laugh kept grabbing your attention. One of the times she catches your gaze and mouths a hello with a cute smile. You smile back and mouth, “Hey.”

As it got closer to the countdown to midnight, you walked upstairs to check on the kids. All of them had made themselves comfortable either on a bed or on the floor. Luna and Rachel have taken the beds, the twins and Agatha’s son are on the floor. The tv was left playing a movie and you carefully turn it off since all of them are asleep. You put blankets over the three boys and tuck the girls into the beds a bit more. You don’t realize that Wanda is watching you until you look up to leave the room. You smile as you stand in the room of sleeping children and strategically step around them to avoid waking them up.

You leave the door open a crack once you step out into the hallway, “I can move the girls out of the room in a little bit.” You whisper as you step closer to her. “I’m buzzed right now and would hate to drop any of them,” the truth is, you’d hate to wake any of them right now.

Wanda looks at you with admiration as she continues to smile, “It’s okay. I think they’ll be fine for the night. I um, I actually wanted to warn you about something.”

“There’s a bet on whether or not we’ll kiss tonight?” Wanda nods to confirm that’s what she was going to talk to you about. “What do you think about it?”

She shrugs, “I think if we do, it wouldn’t be a big deal. It’s not like we haven’t before.” You nod.

“But?” You anticipate.

“But, I don’t want my brother to win,” she says mischievously. “Have you heard what side he’s on?” She asks and this might be the only time in your life that you don’t regret lying when you shake your head. The two of you walk down the stairs as you hear everyone counting down.

“How are the kiddos?” Pietro asks as the countdown continues.

“They’re all knocked out,” you inform him. He nods and is pulled in closer by his wife as they get to ten. You look around to find Jane and Thor gazing at one another, nine. Tony and his fiance, Pepper are holding each other close, eight. Agatha and Darcy each have an arm around each other's necks as they both face the television, seven. Mrs. Maximoff is sitting on the sofa with a big grin as she counts down, six. Howard is next to her with his head tilted back as he snores loudly and his wife Maria is next to him counting with a martini glass in her hand, five. Carol is kissing Val each second that is announced, four. Natasha is sitting on Bucky’s lap while he sits on the recliner with her arm around his neck and his around her waist, three. Jean and Anna pull each other closer as they prepare to end the count down, two. That leaves you standing close to Wanda, one.

“Happy New Year!” Everyone cheers as the countdown on the television concludes and they each exchange a kiss with their partners. You keep your hands yourself as you give Wanda an innocent chaste kiss on the lips. It’s quick, you’re not sure if anyone caught it. She smiles as she moves closer to her mom and kisses her on the cheek as she wishes her a happy new year.

“Awe boo!” Darcy says as she digs for cash out of her pockets. The others that bet on you and Wanda sharing a kiss toss their money in the decorative bowl at the center of the coffee table. You wink at Wanda as Pietro shakes his head and puts money in the bowl. Wanda’s eyes widen ever so slightly before she continues to play dumb about the bet. The both of you fake being upset and make it clear that whatever is between the two of you is purely platonic.

From the top of the stairs, Rachel hobbles back to Tommy and Billy’s room to hide the fact that she saw the whole thing.

When Sunday comes back around, you get up early to get packed. School starts again on Monday so that meant you and Rachel didn’t need to stay with Wanda anymore. It sucks because you wish that you could have an excuse to be here longer but seeing as none of the kids will be in the house in the upcoming week, there isn’t a reason for you to stay.

You hug the boys and thank them for being so helpful with Rachel as you say goodbye. They each give you a tight hug before running off to get ready for their dad to pick them up. Wanda called him early to confirm that he will be here for them in the afternoon. He sounded annoyed and convinced her to drop them off at his house since he was recovering from his trip.

Wanda pulls you into a warm embrace to say goodbye for the time being. You’ve had to resist kissing her the entire week. You wished that you hadn’t done it on New Year’s Eve. She didn’t make it easy either. Too many times the two of you ended up too close to each other. Wanda was getting frustrated that you weren’t getting the signals that she wanted something more from you.

When the pair of you pull back from this hug, you and Wanda hold eye contact for a moment. Both of you are considering leaning towards each other. That is, until Tommy and Billy start shouting at each other. Wanda sighs and steps out of your arms. “I’ll text you later,” you say as you grab your bag to take to the car. Rachel and her bags are already in your truck.

You help your daughter out of the truck when you arrive at her mom's house and you only take one of her bags inside since you need to keep the rest at your apartment. Jean and Anna give you weird looks when you're inside and you're curious as to why but you don't question it. “I'll see you guys next Sunday,” you say as you're about to leave.

“Hold on,” Anna says as she grabs your arm to stop you. “Can you um…” her words seem to fail her.

“Do you mind staying for tea,” Jean finishes for her. You look between the two of them and notice that something is up with them. You fear that they're about to tell you that their marriage is over so you nod and allow Jean to drag you over to the living room. “So, we wanted to thank you for giving us some extra time to ourselves.”

“Okay,” you drag out as you eye her carefully. “What's going on?”

Jean gives you a nervous smile, “Just wait for the tea. Okay?” You nod and sit quietly. There's an awkward tension looming in the atmosphere. You were worried about what they're going to tell you and they are nervous to ask you something very important to them.

Anna comes in with a tray of three steaming mugs a few minutes later. “You haven't asked them yet, right?” Jean shakes her head as she waits for her wife to get settled. You accept your cup of tea with a close mouth smile and nod.

“Okay,” Jean starts as she sets her mug down. “Anna and I were wondering if you'd consider making another baby,” you’re about to laugh considering you just went through a break up, “with me?” She concludes. You spit your tea out at the absurd question. “I should have waited for you to swallow,” Jean says as she gets up to grab a dish towel to clean up the mess but Anna pulls her back down.

“Are you crazy?” You ask as you set the tea back onto the tray. “You tell me that you can barely afford Rachel and you want to add a newborn to your expenses?” You shout in a whisper. You don't want Rachel to get curious and walk in and get excited about having another sibling.

“Listen, we talked about that. With the budgets the three of us have come up with-”

“And the GoFundMe!” Anna chimes in.

“Yes, and the GoFundMe that we set-up for the medical bills, I think we'll be able to get that covered. And it takes nine months to make the baby. Anna and I can get to a better place financially in nine months,” Jean explains.

“Can you?” You nearly shout out loud. “Look, it's not just nine months of you growing a person. It's doctors appointments, it's prenatal vitamins, it's baby clothes and toys and furniture. We got rid of all that stuff a long time ago. It's not like you have hand-me-downs.” With your pointer finger, you tap the fingers on your other hand as you list the reasons. “Not to mention how expensive IVF can be.”

Jean and Anna share a look, “We weren't thinking about doing this through IVF. It's safer and more cost efficient to go the more natural route.” Anna is the one to suggest this.

You stick your neck out and slowly blink as you widen your eyes. You cannot believe what you're hearing. “You really just suggested that I fuck your wife?”

“You don't have to be so crude about it,” Anna chides. “I plan on being present and it wouldn't be wrong for you to fornicate with my wife. It's purely for reproductive purposes.” You cringe at the medical terms she uses to describe the act she is asking of you. It makes you want to throw up. “I don't understand what is so difficult about it, you've done it with her before.”

You slowly close your hands into fists, not because you intend to use them but because air was the only thing you could grasp without hurting yourself. “I was in love, we were in love. Rachel was created from love.”

“And this baby would be too,” Jean argues. “We care deeply about each other, Y/n.” She tries to take one of your hands in hers but you recoil, disgusted by the touch you once found comforting.

You shake your head, “That's not the same and you know it.” You take a few breaths to calm down before you get too worked up and as your mind clears from the shock, you are able to come up with a reasonable argument. “You two might be ready to have another kid, but I'm not ready. I can't take that on financially or even emotionally right now. Besides, there is so much that happens during their first few developing years that I wouldn't want to miss when passing them back and forth.” They share another look and you already know they've thought about a crazy solution to that. You're starting to think you should just leave.

“Well, we were thinking that you don't have any parental rights to this one. So that we can have a kid that's ours full time. We really want a baby that we can raise together that's just ours and we chose you to help us with that.” You scowl at this, they're actually asking you to not be present in the life of a child that you're supposed to help bring into this world. You couldn't believe it. “If you think about it, we can't have kids on our own and I really want Rachel to have a sibling that comes from both of us. You've said it yourself, half siblings aren't the sa-”

“Don’t even. I was a kid when I said that! I would never say that now. I love Kate,” you interrupt. “She is my sister.”

“Okay, fine, whatever. You still felt that way at one point,” Jean snaps, annoyed by your lack of support. “You can go off and have as many kids as you want with whoever you want. We only have so much time to do this and we used to talk about having another kid.” Jean tries hard to convince you that this is a good idea but it only sounds more and more bizarre.

“When we were together,” you remind her as if she was an idiot. At this point, you're starting to wonder. “Those plans disappeared the second we signed the divorce papers.” You look between the women that you have tried again and again to support and defend. When Jean introduced Anna to her parents, they weren't accepting of the relationship at all. It took you the better part of a year to get her parents to tolerate the relationship. They still held out hope that you and their daughter would reunite at some point. They knew a few couples that split up only to marry each other again a few years later. Then came the wedding last February, Jean's family didn't want to attend because they didn't want to believe it was happening. You made sure they came.

Now here they are, asking more out of you. With what return? What do you get out of this other than a few traumatic nights and a child you won't be allowed to raise but know is part of you? Then you think about Rachel and how when she would play with her baby dolls, they weren't ever her children. They were her siblings. You've had many talks with her in the past about why she doesn't have any siblings and she has expressed how she doesn't want to be an only child. You put your face in your hands as you realize that she's already ten and she'll be eleven soon enough. You had thought your eight year age gap between you and Kate was pretty big, and when you thought about having kids you always saw yourself having kids with small age gaps. That was until you had Rachel at seventeen.

“We're not expecting an answer now,” Jean finally says. “Just please, consider it before you say no.”

You sigh as you can't believe that you're actually going to think this over. “Okay,” you rise and walk out of the house. You drive to the nearest liquor store, the one you met Wanda at and buy a couple of bottles of the vodka she had suggested. As soon as you got home, you drank until you passed out to forget about the asinine request.

You overworked yourself all week, being the first one on site and the last one to leave. Someone needs to be focused on paying off those medical bills and not trying to rack up more of them. The work keeps you from thinking about what Jean and Anna asked. You couldn't believe that is a real idea they discussed and thought was okay to run by you. When you got home, you had a bottle of vodka with a side of instant noodles.

On Friday, your coworkers, Bucky and Thor, ask that you join them on a night out and you accept. You invite Steve as well because Bucky took a liking to him but wasn't sure if he could invite the guy himself. You thought it was funny that he was being weird about it but you didn't catch how flustered he was when you informed him that Steve accepted the invite. Then Thor requested that you invite Darcy and her friend. He tried to play coy but you know that he really liked Jane. He was just the idiot that forgot to call her the next day. He claimed that he waited too long and now he needed your help. You didn't mind extending it, he was a decent guy from what you've gathered.

A couple of hours later and you're drunk enough to start spilling your guts. Starting with how much you miss Daisy before getting into the real problem. Jean and Anna's request. Shocking everyone at the booth. The guys all agree that you shouldn't do it but Darcy plays devil's advocate and says that she knows someone that could help at no cost at all because they owed her a favor. “It's not just the sex that's the problem, Darcy,” you try to explain. “I can't just pretend it's not my kid. If I were someone that didn't mind that kind of thing, sure, I'd do it. But I'm not that person, I would want involvement.”

She puts her hand on your back and rubs soothing circles. It would be comforting if it wasn't her touch. You begin to yearn for Wanda’s touch again. You didn't realize how much you missed it. There is a loud group of people that are being disruptive and it puts you in a bad mood as you start to miss the Hub being your go to. You doubt Phil would let you step into that building ever again.

“Anyone want more? I'll get the next round,” you stand up even though you barely can and Darcy takes notice as she quickly joins you. Buck and Steve have engrossed themselves in a separate conversation. Jane and Thor were practically eating each other's faces. She gave him the cold shoulder when she arrived but he was able to crash through her walls pretty quickly.

While you wait at the bar for the drinks, someone falls against Darcy and she complains about her arm hurting. That triggers something protective in you and you grab the person to try and get them to apologize. They spit in your face and you shove them. Your friends are quick to escort you out of the bar before you get into something you'll regret.

“Give me your phone,” Darcy says as she digs through your pockets.

“Hey, that's my phone,” you try to grab it but you're really out of it. Bucky and Steve are both holding you up, they didn't realize that you had drank so much. They exchanged worried glances as they held onto you. Thor and Jane were busy trying to calm the person you pushed.

Wanda’s week was quite uneventful. She worked quietly on the project she was assigned. With the spare time she has in her day, she worked on her passion project. The dream house she one day hoped to build on a land she's trying to buy now. She doesn't want to continue to be limited by this house. The house that's so full of nightmares. There were good memories here, like the boys learning how to crawl and eventually walk, but it wasn't enough to erase the negative energy that has embedded itself within the walls like black mold.

She was planning on inviting her girls over on Friday but she really only wanted to be hanging out with you. Because of that feeling, she invited someone to sleep with instead. She needed to get you out of her head. You were starting to consume her every thought. Even when she worked on the plans for her dream house. Would Y/n like this much natural light if I add this wall of windows? Wouldn't they like a woodworking space, like my father had? Maybe Rachel needs a room… she dropped her pencil and scrapped the paper. She didn't need to be thinking about that.

Wanda was kicking the girl, Jessica, that she had over when her phone started ringing. Her heart jumped at the goofy picture of you with the caller ID that you had set, covering her screen. “Hey you,” she greets as she shuts the door. “What's up?”

“Wanda, keep it in your pants.” Wanda moves the phone from her face as she doesn't recognize the voice. It was still your contact information. “This is Darcy. We met last week,” she says with an urgency. This gets Wanda’s heart to race with worry.

“What's wrong with Y/n? Why are you calling me from their phone?” She asks as she searches for her keys. Ready to be driving to the hospital.

“They're fine for the most part. I think.” She goes quiet for a second. “Look, they're really wasted and I was wondering if you could pick them up?” Darcy asks nervously. “No stop! Hey! Y/n, don't do that! Steve, Bucky, get them!” Darcy shouts away from the phone but Wanda can hear everything she says. Wanda shakes her head. So far she hadn't known you to be the drunk type. She'd seen you have a few drinks and get a buzz but she hasn't seen you in such a state that your friends have had to parent you.

Wanda sighs, “Text me the location. I'll be there as soon as I can.”

“Okay, thank you,” Darcy sounds distracted. “Damnit, Y/n, why do you have a flask! Stop drinking!” Is the last thing Wanda hears before the call drops. She sits in her car for a few minutes before she receives the text of the location. It was a bar close to her house and she was there in no time at all. She doesn't even have to get out of the car to help you inside because Steve and Bucky shove you into the front seat.

“Wanda!” You say happily as you realize whose car you've been dumped into. Your eyes are closed but you recognize the scent you had been wrapped up in for two weeks. “Where's Wanda? I want to say hi,” you mutter as you start to get sleepy.

“Here's their phone,” Darcy says as she stands at Wanda's side of the car. “Don't let them call or text anyone. They're going through something with the ex and you have to make sure that they don't say something they'll regret.”

Wanda is confused, “What happened between Y/n and Daisy?”

“Oh no, honey,” Darcy smiles, “Not that ex. This is baby momma drama. You'll have to ask Y/n about that one in the morning. It's not my place to go into the details.”

Wanda nods in acknowledgement. “Thank you for calling me. Does anyone else need a ride, I'd be happy to -”

“Nope, we're good. Just focus on Y/n. Maybe try to get some water in them.” Darcy taps the car. “Good luck,” she waves as she rejoins the group on the sidewalk. Wanda drives you back to her house and helps get you inside. She didn't realize how heavy you could be when you're not holding your weight yourself. But she manages.

“I’m sorry I drank too much, Wanda,” you mutter as you lean against her on the sofa. She was trying to get you to drink some water before she attempted to move you up the stairs.

“That's okay, just drink this now,” she says as she puts the plastic cup against your lips. You take a sip and nearly spit it out as you show your disgust.

“Poison,” you exclaim. “Gah, what is that? It's awful,” you say as you lean away from it.

“It's water,” she leans closer to you. “Drink it!” She demands.

You make a face and take the cup and chug the whole thing. “I think my body is rejecting it. I need to chase it down with something. Do you have any vodka?” You complain and Wanda shakes her head.

“What did Jean do to you?” Wanda asks herself and you laugh maniacally when you catch her name.

“She wants my baby,” you answer. And Wanda is concerned that there is going to be some sort of custody battle. She can't think of why there would be. Unless Jean has a better job opportunity somewhere else.

“She can't take Rachel from you,” Wanda says as she gets up to refill the cup.

“Not that baby!” You shout. “My other baby. Er. A new one. She wants a new one and she doesn't want me to have it.” Wanda relaxes a bit, still confused but at least it's not something that will necessarily disrupt Rachel’s life. She walks over and claims the cup of water is vodka. You drink it as if it was the first drink you’d ever had in your life. “That’s the good stuff right there, what’s that brand?”

She is standing in front of you as she waits for you to finish the beverage. “I’ll tell you in the morning so that you don’t forget.” When you’re don’t she reaches for the cup and instead of handing it over, you grab her by the wrist and pull her to land on top of you. She tries to push herself up but you catch her lips in a sloppy kiss. “What are you doing?” She whispers as she pulls away.

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” you reply.

She shakes her head, “You’re drunk.”

“So?” You ask as you try to kiss her again. This time she is able to slip out of your grasp.

“So, this isn’t happening,” Wanda doesn’t go into how she’d be taking advantage of you since you’re so wasted and she hasn’t had a drop of alcohol all week. She doesn’t remind you of why you rejected her before or mention that she refuses to be a rebound for you. “Let's get you to bed,” she says as she lifts you up by your arm. You shake your head, disappointed by the rejection but comply.

You're a little wobbly as you walk up the stairs. Wanda is closely behind you to ensure your safe ascent. You stop in front of her open bedroom door. Uncertain if she wants you to stay with her. But you decide that it's not her decision to make. So you move to the guest room. Wanda doesn't argue as she collects a bottle of painkillers and fills the cup again. She leaves the items on the nightstand beside you. You fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow. You snored softly and Wanda was surprised because you never snored during the time you stayed with her.

“I'll see you in the morning,” she says while she flips the light switch off and shuts the bedroom door. Wanda grabs the pillow that smells like you out of her closet and sets it on her bed before she gets in her pajamas. She crawls into bed and clutches the pillow to her chest as she inhales your scent in order to fall asleep.

Chapter 15

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Wanda & Pietro Maximoff in X-Men: the Animated Series, S4E17: “Family Ties” (1996)

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wanda-little-baby · 1 year

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Family matters - Wanda x romanoff!Reader

Summary: You have a secret you don't want to tell anyone for fear of being too late. Will a certain little witch manage to let you in? And above all, your relationship with Natasha will always be the same?

Warnings: angst, mourning elaboration, guilt, use of magic, physical injuries, nightmares, robbery | 16+ DNI

A/N: Strangely, I wrote it with incredible speed. But I think I did a good job. Now it's your turn to judge

Words: 5.161

The Compound is huge.

There's everything from a shooting range, to multiple break rooms, to some mega-equipped labs, not to mention bedrooms.

Obviously there are many, there will be many people who will have to sleep here.

Some more than others, those like you and the twins who have no one out there in the world will stay here.

Since you two girls were the last to arrive, you had to make do with the rooms. Luckily there were two rooms quite far from Pietro's, and after you sat through a discussion on why you go so far from his room you laughed enough accompanying the brunette to your respective two new rooms.

At least, your room also had another positive side. It was opposite Natasha's

This time it only took you a quarter of an hour to rearrange the things from out of the boxes, also because compared to the room in the tower this one is much bigger, and then yes Wanda was right, with magic it would have been faster.

Oddly it had been a whole day since you had seen anyone else but Wanda so you are surprised when you finally decide to leave the room and as you turn the corner into the kitchen you find Pietro, the last person you wanted to see, who was chatting with her sister while she was cooking something.

You weren't really angry with Pietro but he made you remember something you just wanted to forget so as quickly as you left the room you come back in tears, slamming the door and closing it.

In addition to the twins you hadn't noticed that there were also others present, all puzzled when you ran away.

Maybe only two people could tell what was going on with you, and those two were Wanda and Natasha. However, the redhead seemed not to be there at the moment, so whatever Wanda was cooking, she let go and ran after her, leaving everyone stunned.

You were sick,

why couldn't you save her?

Why did Pietro yes and she didn't?

These were the questions that kept running through your head as you circled the room choking on tears when you heard a knock on the door.

Wanda seeing that you had no intention of opening her decided to act. "Y/N, it's me Wanda, please open up" she tried to coax you softly, unfortunately you were stubborn and broken so you refused to even let your presence be known.

She then tried to open the doorknob with her magic but you apparently sensed what she was doing and were thwarting her.

She had no other choice, she sat on the floor with her back against the door and she thought about what to tell you. "You know I still have to thank you for saving Pietro's life. I don't know if I would have been able to go on without him. After our parents died it was just us two against the world, we protect each other."

You were still in a panic when she started to speak but the more she spoke the more she managed to calm you down, in the end you too put yourself on the floor against the door.

She heard you were on the other side of the door and she knew you were crying because she could hear small choked sobs, you were in pain and she couldn't understand why and it made her feel bad.

"Do you remember the other day, before leaving for Sokovia, when I told you that I had been there too? Well the last time I saw my parents alive I was 10 years old. -

- It was evening and my father came home, we didn't have much money it was barely enough to survive, he had a menial job, he sold dvds of American sitcoms"

"That night, they made me choose what to watch during the tv night, you know during those moments we couldn't speak Sokovian and we had to talk another language. That's how I learned English you know? I had my favorite episode, number 21 of the second season of 'The Dick Van Dyke Show' put on."

"All of a sudden as we were watching it dark. It was just a bomb exploded a few floors below us, and when I regained consciousness Pietro found me and we hid under the bed." now she too was starting to cry, less repressed than you remembering her last moments with her parents.

Despite sobbing she decided to keep talking to you, she had to make you feel better at all costs.

"Then a missile fell just a few feet away from us, on that missile was a name… Stark" she broke off trying not to think of her growing hatred in her heart for the man a few rooms away.

"We sat down there for two long days, hoping that bomb wouldn't go off. In fact it didn't go off, maybe the only good thing from that shitty day. We ended up in an orphanage until we were 18 and then abandoned on the street."

"Full of rage and reckless as teenagers we saw in Hydra a way to defend our country and take revenge. So we ended up as volunteers for Strucker's experiments and from there with our new powers we met all of you." she then concluded calming her sobs and wiping her tears on the sleeves of your hoodie.

Hearing those words, all the pain they exuded, all that anger. Maybe you could tell her your secret, something even Natasha doesn't know.

Your mind has been off limits to her ever since you ran into the room, so when new waves of pain pass through her, pain not hers, she knows you're moving.

When you finally unlock the door you let out a single word. "I had a sister" you almost whisper for fear of admitting what you fear most.

She sees you scared, she understands that it's not easy for you to say what you're saying so she closes you in a hug as you enter the room and closing the door with red tufts.

Don't worry, no one else will know if you don't want to.

Take a deep breath knowing it will be hard to talk from now on. "I had a sister, her name was Nora. She was my big sister, basically we've always been together since I was born." you look up, with a smile watered down by tears you tell Wanda the most beautiful part of your life.

"Always smiling, she never let life get her down, and when you had some problem, any one, she would help you to solve it."

"You know this necklace I'm wearing, this lightning bolt, she gave it to me for my 15th birthday. Since she had to go to college, I was worried that she would leave and forget about me, but she gave me this necklace and said 'So I can never forget my little sister'. I've been wearing it every single day since then, after all it said that as long as I wore it she would always remember me." you try to explain, holding the pendant hanging from your neck in your hands, sometimes with trembling sighs.

"She seemed like a really good sister" Wanda encourages you by making circles on your back. You nod without answering, too overwhelmed with held back tears.

At this point, seeing you already about to collapse, she makes you sit on the bed before sitting next to you, ready to take you when you can't take it anymore.

Do you wish to continue? You don't have to if you don't feel like it

You hear the words she says to you mentally, for a while you hesitate but then you understand that you have to tell someone, you can no longer maintain this weight.

"No, I have to do this, I have to tell someone" you shake your head as you wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"A few days before she left, we were walking down the street wandering through shops looking for the last things she needed to bring."

"We were talking on a sidewalk when a suspicious guy came around the corner running in the opposite direction to us, came up and almost he wouldn't knock me down if I didn't dodge him."

"The guy ended up in the middle of the road and almost got hit by a truck if - " you can't finish the sentence because you almost get out of breath

" - Nora hadn't jumped to save him by being run over in his place." you whisper weakly reaching the limit of endurance, you can't take it, you collapse in a pool of tears and moans.

Two arms wrap you in a desperate hug as soon as you start crying louder and the only moment they let go is when Wanda gets out of bed and sits on your lap to be closer to you. Not even she knows what she's doing, she usually wouldn't be so emotional but with you in this situation she just comes naturally.

You two stay in that embrace for a long time, you hide your weeping face in the crook of her neck as she continues to hold you close and gently stroking your back.

If someone would have entered, even if Wanda would not have allowed them, they would have seen two girls sitting on a bed embracing, while the one sitting was probably crying.

This is what would have been seen on the outside, while many conversations were going on inside

You feel bad. Why did you say that? Now surely Wanda will go away and she will leave you alone like everyone else does.

Hey hey hey I'm not going anywhere. I stay here with you. I'll hold you until you feel better alright? You don't have to answer, I got you, now you can let go.

All you could think or feel was Nora and that hurts, you miss your big sister very much and you feel responsible for her death.

After all, if you hadn't dodged the guy as hard as you could, you would have fallen and scratched yourself but now Nora would still be with you.

But strangely even though you were crying Wanda's warmth comforted you, she was quietly singing something to you, you don't understand what she's saying but you assume it's Sokovian and you let yourself be lulled by the sweet words as you vent all your two years of secrecy.

When the moans have subsided into little sobs it's night time and you're very tired but you really don't want Wanda to go away, you don't want to go over everything by yourself.

"Can you stay with me tonight? Please" are the first words you've said for hours and you're begging her with your eyes still shining. "Of course" she can't help but please you, also because she herself had no intention of leaving.

It's been a while since you two slept, for the second night in the same bed, and you were starting to fidget.

Wanda awakened by your movements turns to check on you before seeing red for a few moments and then black.

For the first time, you'd had a dream so violent it was projected into Wanda's head.

When she starts seeing again she's in an apartment, with a younger version of you and two older strangers. 'You forgot about it. You forgot about her!' she hears your desperate younger version referring to what she understood to be your parents.

'How could you forget about her. She is your daughter!' you look sadder, this makes Wanda's heart ache even more because she understands what's going on.

'She was your daughter. My big sister. Nora.' she sees you get down on your knees on the ground with your face in your hands and start crying and muttering.

'I want my big sis back...she forgot about me...she promised me' you repeat like a mantra swaying back and forth.

Wanda can see and feel all the pain you are in, you miss your sister, you feel responsible for her death and your parents are not helping.

Then a bigger and bigger red wave begins to spread out from you, she feels the great power in you fueled by the pain, and she knows what happens next.

You destroy the building, remain the only survivor and then Steve finds you.

When she emerges from your dream she inhales a breath of air to materialize what she had seen.

How much suffering you had experienced, you didn't have time to dispose of it because you had to become a superheroine, a bit like her and this helps her even better to understand how you are.

She knows you need to feel happy now that you're sleeping so when you turn and try to wrap yourself around her, she lets you do it, actually she starts cradling your head when you put it on her chest.

Then she makes a decision, she will make you have the most beautiful dream of her, then she puts her fingers on your temples and they start to glow red as she browses through your memories.

When she finds the only happy memory you have of these times she is surprised to understand that it is a moment with Natasha, surely you have a very strong bond.

She must be very attached to you, she seems to act like a mother only you don't understand it or don't want to admit it.

There is something in that moment that you like so much and then she decides to make you relive it several times at least until you can accumulate enough hours of sleep.

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When you wake up, you're still clinging to Wanda, and to your surprise she's still asleep.

You take the time to analyze her whole face, every detail of her. She's sleeping blissfully, and since you've known her you've never seen her so relaxed, she even seems happy.

She no longer wears the many rings that she usually wears, you think she took them off before you just don't remember when, and this gives you a better way to see her hands.

Analyzing, however, a strange sensation becomes more and more insistent, as if they were many butterflies fluttering in your belly.

When you lay back down to admire the ceiling, you accidentally wake Wanda with your movements.

"Hey" she still sleepy try to say hello

"Hey you. Thanks for staying". you give thanks as you think back on everything she has done for you.

"I would do it again. But I have to tell you something" she says, leaving you time to refuse, seeing that you remain impassive, she takes it as a yes.

"Tonight I saw how your parents died. Don't take it badly but they asked for it. But then I also saw something else, the relationship you have with Natasha is something special. Don't miss the chance to have a family again" she explains, attentive to your possible reaction, mainly you remain shocked but then something changes.

"Do you think I should talk to her? I like being with her, she reminds me of when I was little. I feel safe." you speculate thoughtfully, while you think about whether she'd better run to the bathroom.

Don't even think about it!!!!

"You should talk to her" at the end she says to you and you say "Later I will".

And so you both stare at the ceiling in silence for quite some time.

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This was four months ago.

Since then you still haven't found the courage to talk to her and you've reduced conversations with Natasha to a minimum, limiting yourself to the bare essentials only during missions.

Your relations with the rest of the team have also worsened, you hardly ever spoke to them and only if forced.

However, this does not apply to new team members, with whom you have formed a strong friendship.

You apologized to Pietro and even if initially he didn't understand why, when Wanda explained the situation to him in private, the young man understood everything. You didn't know Wanda had told him, but you honestly didn't care, you didn't have to pour your guilt feelings on him especially if he didn't know the cause.

Wanda on the other hand was your breath of fresh air, your happy little moment, she was the only one who saw you laugh or even just talk. You spent most of your time together either in her room or yours, very often falling asleep in each other's beds after a tiring day while watching something on television.

You've discovered that in addition to powers, you and Wanda also have many things in common, such as a boundless love of sitcoms and an exceptional cooking ability.

In fact, the only other environment in which you felt at ease was the kitchen only when Wanda was there with you, otherwise you would have been almost a mirage due to the speed with which you entered and exited.

In all these shared moments she (in four months) hasn't even brought up that whole issue once, because if you had to do something, the only one capable of putting an end to it was you.

With Pietro the story was complicated, initially you saw him when he left his sister's room just before you entered exchanging embarrassed glances.

Then slowly over the weeks those looks turned into brief exchanges of words and then into real conversations, involving Wanda every time too.

When you weren't spending time with the twins, you were either on some solo mission or working out in a deserted gym.

Once you all trained together and it ended badly, at least for Pietro. He ended up crashing into a wall while he was trying to dodge two attacks from us girls regardless of where he was running.

He came away with some broken bones, but thanks to the accelerated healing he recovered by the end of the day. From that day you decided that training in three was dangerous so you created shifts of two.

You haven't said more than three words to Natasha in four months and honestly she doesn't know why.

Everything should be fine right?

She doesn't know and that's why she has to force you to tell. Only that she will need a little help, or rather two little helps.

This is why she is now in the kitchen and there is no shadow of you, but she is not looking for you, she is looking for the twins and they are right there. "Hey guys, what are you up to?" she approaches the two Sokovians completely masking her intentions.

The two exchange a quick glance before Wanda speaks. "Let's cook" she replies bluntly continuing to stir a mixture.

The redhead nods thoughtfully, as if what they're doing really matters to her, and subtly expresses her intentions. "Have you seen Y/N?"

"Nope" promptly Pietro lies shamelessly covering up your true position. "It's not true! You two always know where she is. Basically you're always together" she complains then annoyed by their too much loyalty, it's not that she annoys her it's just that now she would like it to be less.

"She doesn't want to talk to you Romanoff" Pietro gets up from the counter and stands next to his sister.

To which Natasha sighs, they are such good friends for you. "I know guys, but I need your help. She has to tell me something but honestly she can't find the courage, I know she's always been shy" she admits, leaving the two dumbfounded, she knows you really well, they can be trusted then.

"Help with what?" Wanda asks, still a little wary.

They created a plan to lock you in a room with Natasha long enough for her to talk to you, and since you were returning from a mission with Vision (the humorless being) the first place you would go would be Wanda's room.

So while Wanda waits for you as planned on her bed, Natasha hides in her bathroom ready to go out when the door lock clicks.

You're tired, the mission went quite well but Vision is really boring, sure you understand many of the scientific things he says but it's not the right time and this bores you, maybe you even miss Tony's selfishly sarcastic jokes a little.

And above all you can't wait to hug your new best friend and hear something other than philosophical thoughts about human beings.

What you don't expect is that when you enter her already open room she's on her bed and looks at you scared. "Hey Y/N, I forgot something in the kitchen, I'll go get it for a moment and then come back, you can stay here" she says before being carried away by Pietro leaving you alone with his bluish trail.

You hear the lock click and then you see the redhead you don't expect come out of the bathroom and then you understand.

You are trapped

All the alarms start ringing in your head,

you don't want to tell

or you want?,

what if she doesn't want to?

Talk to her she wants it too

hear Wanda prompt you in your head and thank yourself for being as much a telepath as she is for having this amazing form of non-verbal communication. "Alright I'll tell her, but if it goes wrong I'll blame you" you scream making sure wherever she is she has heard you and you prepare yourself for the ordeal that awaits you.

" Что за проблема, моя малышка?" (What's the problem my child?) she asks you worried

"Ты хочешь говорить по-русски? Серьезно?" (Do you want to speak in Russian? Seriously?) you argue nervously about the situation you're in

"Вы сказали, что это для чрезвычайных ситуаций. И это чрезвычайная ситуация!" (You said it was for emergencies. And this is an emergency!) she takes your angry tone, totally changing the initial setting of the conversation.

"If I have to speak I prefer to do it in English. I'm too shocked to do it in Russian." you say offended, but you're just stalling and she understands it from the way she looks at you.

"Well then, talk, I listen"

It's hard but you finally do it.

You talk to her about Nora, about your relationship with her and how you feel responsible for her death. You also tell her about your parents and how they died and especially the trigger of your anger.

But then you talk about the last few months trying to apologize and I tell her about what you did, as if she didn't know, she had seen all the cameras in the compound just to see you again. You tell her about how you became friends with Wanda and her brother and how happy you feel when you can talk to them.

She finally gets it all, all the nights you spent crying and moaning in your sleep, you were thinking about your big sister and your parents how you missed them and how guilty you felt about how they died.

She is happy that in the last few months you have found people who have been close to you and from the way you talk about it you really enjoy spending time with the twins, she couldn't wish for anything else.

But then comes the speech, the one about your relationship. "Since you came here two years ago you've made me feel something I never imagined I'd feel, a constant fear of hurting yourself but also an overwhelming amount of love. But it's not the kind of love between engaged is something motherly, something I never expected to be... a mother"

"Now, I know you have a mother, but I don't think she would want you to be alone. In that sense too. So if you want I can try to be some kind of mom" she looks at you anxiously after she finishes her speech looking for signs of rejection, but there aren't any.

You throw yourself into her arms with tears of joy in your eyes. You leave her suspended with your action until you gently whisper to her "You are already my mom".

You knew she was from the first night she was close to you during one of your meltdowns, you just felt fear that you were somehow cheating on your biological mother. But now that you knew that she too felt the same way, the road seemed easier.

Perhaps your mother from wherever she is she will be scolding you, but shouldn't a mother want only the best for her children?

Now your best was clearer, you built a family without your knowledge and found in Natasha a new mother in time of need.

If Natasha thought she couldn't be happier when she heard you calling her mom her heart melted completely. After a long time she was truly happy.

When the hug between mother and daughter is finally over you fixed your slightly messy hair. "I have Wanda to thank," you say shaking your head and thinking of your dear friend.

"She's a good girl" she replies with a slight wink at which you make a face. "Don't start with mom's advice" you beg her playfully laughing embarrassed by your mother's insinuation.

"I'll have to start from something" she makes fun of you and you reply rolling your eyes and giving your hand to your face, surrendering to such lightheartedness.

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You truly thanked Wanda. Since she came into your life she has always helped you and from now on you promised yourself to always be there for her. Whatever it takes

After that day your life was turned upside down. Now you didn't wake up alone anymore, Natasha was always there to wake you up even when you fell asleep in Wanda's room, sure sometimes you just wanted to stay in bed a little longer without disturbing your roommate but you were thankful to your new mum for give you all these attentions.

If breakfast wasn't ready, you prepared it for everyone, knowing their tastes and habits, many times you cooked it with Wanda while you two happily sang.

Steve would always arrive at that point, up since dawn, and he would greet you like the true gentleman he is while he took a bottle of water and left. And like two teenagers then you sneer at the compliments while continuing to cook all sorts of delicacies.

Cooking of course as well as singing and dancing you talk about your plans for the day, and every time you are disturbed by an energetic Pietro who runs around the room to distract you before slipping in to give his sister a kiss and steal a plate of bacon and pancakes.

You really don't mind, you know that's how he is, and then your second favorite moment of the morning always comes after that.

The one where Natasha comes in and she gives you a kiss on her head before taking her plate and sitting down near the counter. The best time, your whole family, together.

Now your days have changed and you spend a lot of time away from your room preferring the gym and the laboratory (now that Tony has taken a sort of gap year you are free to give vent to your free intellect in the laboratory) where you finally keep your promise, with Wanda's help you create her first suit. Obviously you don't stop there, you are committed to creating the best outfit for her twin too, preferring heat-resistant and very elastic materials.

Now the time you spend training is with many more people and not at the most unusual hours, you have resumed training with your mother like four months ago and she is surprised at how much you have improved, while you still continue to train with Wanda to master the best your powers and develop some special tactics.

The missions you do now aren't so solitary anymore and you're almost always assigned in teams with either one or both of the twins or Natasha and your espionage skills you can tell are really improving.

Now you always spend your free time with Wanda, but now in the common room sharing books, TV series and various chats.

That's what you're doing right now, sitting next to Wanda on the couch as you watch an episode of Bewitched for the umpteenth time.

You're so involved that you don't notice Natasha approaching her until you find her in front of her with a toothy smile and her hands behind her back.

"What are you keeping back there but?" you ask standing up and trying to see what she's holding on to, but she always manages to elude you. "We did it" she tells you, taking her hands away behind her back to reveal some documents, the ones for my adoption.

Immediately a smile spreads across your face and you're almost incredulous. "Are... those... are those documents?" you stammer out loud in disbelief at the situation, finally, but you didn't expect it so soon.

She nods her head joyfully and you're elated.

You lock her into a bounce hug because you have too much energy to spread for the good news that you can't help but move. "I pushed a few buttons, and asked for some Avenger favors but I finally did it, now we can make this official" she comforts you as you look over your mother's neck to see Wanda watching the loving scene familiar in front of her and a little sorry, you wish she still had her parents.

You are already part of my family, Wanda, don't forget that

Thanks Y/N but this is your moment with your mom and you shouldn't be thinking about me

I will always think of you

You briefly saw Wanda blush at those words so you returned to the actual conversation you were having with your mother. "Then where should I sign?"

Now after signing all the documents you were officially her daughter.

You were finally Y/N Romanoff

(Ah of course there was a big celebration afterwards, obviously all Tony's doing)

You've never felt happier in recent years than right now. You have it all, a family, friends and fantastic powers.

You know this won't last long but you'll make sure you enjoy it while this peace lasts.

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pascaloverx · 2 months

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Forbidden Romance

Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.

Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author.

chapter two

Chapter One

A calm morning awaits you as you don your attire of the Kingsguard. The duty calls to you. Guarding the safety of the great son of Asgard is an honor. The challenge is to leave your personal feelings aside. Damn was the moment you fell in love...

"Are you sure it won't be strange for you escorting your little boyfriend to a ball designed for him to find a future wife?" Loki quips as he strides into your room without any ceremony. You brandish your sword at the level of the rejected Prince Loki.

"It's conversations like these that make me know I should hit you every time you come to my room." You speak while holding the sword tightly. Loki walks away, smiling a little too much for those who seem afraid of you.

"I came in peace. Thor asked you to stop by his room before leaving to give instructions to the Kingsguard." Loki says, laying down under his bed and swinging his feet playfully. You roll your eyes reproaching him but I understand that it's good that he's helping you and Thor.

"You know if you tell anyone about this, I'll rip your tongue out of your head, right?" You say it knowing that he'll probably enjoy you hurting him but that he would feel humiliated for being hurt by a commoner like you.

"And miss the chance to watch you two fucking everything up when my precious father notices that his favorite son is the one who will bring ruin to his kingdom." Hearing these words coming out of Loki's mouth makes everything even more real. If you and Thor are caught, you will be sentenced to death. And he will be king anyway.

"Tell your brother, I'll see him at the opening ceremony to welcome the leaders of each kingdom and their children." You say finishing and getting ready to go. But to your surprise, before you could leave your room, Thor was waiting for you. Accompanied, obviously, by the guard responsible for his security. You straighten up and bow, paying homage to the future king.

"Lynox, you may withdraw. The chief of the Kingsguard and I have a private matter to discuss." Thor says, looking at you. He scans you from top to bottom, as if he could undress you with just one look. You would like to live in a world where you could reciprocate with him. But we're not in that world.

"With all due respect, Your Highness, Lynox can witness our conversation. After all, as the second-in-command of the Kingsguard, he should be informed about matters concerning your security." You say, looking seriously at Thor and Lynox, who is unsure whether to leave or stay to listen to the conversation.

"Lynox." Thor says, and that's all it takes for Lynox to leave us alone. In the kingdom, Thor's word is only second to that of his parents. Soon, you and he are staring at each other.

"Are you proud? Your word holds more weight than mine in every corner of the kingdom. Want to test that with someone else? Your brother is in my room right now. Want to try to get him out with just a command, Your Highness?" You're upset because when you and Thor started to see each other as more than just royal guard and royalty, he promised he wouldn't walk over you.

"Dove…" He speaks so softly. His eyes watch you as his arms draw near. Thor then pulls you close to him, embracing you tightly.

"You enjoy doing things that put both my position in the Royal Guard and my life at risk. And I'm a fool for accepting it without a fight." You say, lifting your face as Thor looks down to meet your gaze. As you lock eyes, you slowly lean in towards the future king's face, being kissed by him shortly after.

"I'll talk to my father. Try to delay having to choose a wife. Or you could…" He begins, but you already step back, knowing what he's going to suggest.

"Become your mistress?" — you are revolted by the possibility of becoming the King's mistress— "To be the woman who sleeps with the King when he's not with the Queen?" Thor looks regretful about what he was about to say. You, however, look at him determinedly.

"You will never be a mere mistress to me. We could have a family together while the queen and I can have a semblance of a wedding." You laughed at Thor's foolishness. In fact, you were even afraid that Asgard was in the hands of a foolish prince.

"My love...shut up before anyone can hear all this nonsense. I'd rather die in battle than be the woman you cheat on your wife with." You say leaving disappointed with reality. This reality makes you know that you will always be just that for Thor. A head of the Kingsguard or a mistress.

You are a little shaken when you hear a noise and go after it to find out what is happening. A man dressed as royalty stands in the middle of the kingdom's trophy room. He is not known to you, you find his presence strange but you know you need to be polite when questioning him.

"This room has restricted entry. Only Asgardian Royalty can enter here. How did you manage to get past the Royal Guard?" You question using the most serious tone of voice possible. You hold tight to the tip of your sword that is attached to your waist. The man looks at you as if enchanted.

"I think the Royal Guard is busy preparing for the arrival of great royal representatives from the main kingdoms allied to Asgard. Are you usually so straight-faced with everyone?"He asks turning towards you.

"One more step and I will be forced to attack you. Tell me who are you?" You ask, almost wielding your sword, as a way of threatening the man in front of you.

"I hope you can explain to the King how you treat visitors. But since you insist on knowing, I am Steve. Son of King Tristan, future King of Kyrax." He speaks with such petulant calm. It's like he knew you would regret being hostile towards him.

"Your Highness could have told me you were a prince from the beginning. I hope you know that my approach was just security protocol. I will leave you alone." You speak cordially, trying not to show how embarrassed you are.

"However, I prefer your company. " He says as he watches you walk away. You turn around almost abruptly, confused by his revelation.

"I don't know how things are in your kingdom, Your Highness, but here commoners and royalty don't usually keep each other company unless it's essential." You speak keeping a safe distance between you and Prince Steve. Something useless since he doesn't know personal space and quickly got too close to you

"The Commander of the Royal Guard is right, Believe me, she avoids spending time alone even with me if it's not necessary." Thor says, entering the trophy room and staying close, but in a professional manner. The tension between the two is palpable and you mentally prepare yourself for what's to come.

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buckybarnesthings · 8 months

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Meet the characters and their aesthetic in The Grey Witch (ordered from left, right, left right. Aspyn Davis, Bucky Barnes, Aspyn x Bucky, Wanda, Nat, Steve, Sam, Tony/Stark family, Thor and Loki)

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scarletwitchpanels · 1 year

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Wanda & Pietro talking about Luna in Scarlet Witch #1

#look at them actually remembering she exists!#darcy lewis #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #maximoffs #sw fashion #marvel 616 #scarlet witch series #scarlet witch v3 #sara pichelli #scarlet witch spoilers #wednesday spoilers

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sunsetuniverse · 15 days

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fault lines

4th story in my xmen '97 series

fic contains minor spoilers for episode 5

X-Men '97 E5 - Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch attend the gala.

"What's with the whole..." Pietro began, his fingers wiggling in a playful imitation of Magneto's magnetism. "Stealth act?"

Magneto's sudden flustered demeanour caught Wanda off guard. “Only a limited number of people know about… our relation.” Such a pompous man, Wanda thought. “It would probably be best if that detail was kept to ourselves….” He continued, his gaze shifting away as if unable to meet her eyes.

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note: this was initially going to cover the ending of the episode with Pietro's pov, but Wanda’s part got long enough to be a stand-alone. depending on how episode 6 goes, I may end up doing that as an additional chapter 💛

for @superherotiger, @callie-caje, and @lunasquared

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icalledhimpietro · 1 year

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Why did we not get any content of Clint actually dealing with survivors guilt after Pietro's death and coming to the decision to name his son Nathaniel Pietro Barton

Why does Marvel consistently rob all audiences of actually seeing the character development that came from Pietro's death?

Why do they insist on making it seem like Pietro died for nothing? But he was an unimportant throwaway character that meant nothing to the Marvel universe, right?

Im so tired.

#pietro maximoff #quicksilver #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #mcu #wanda maximoff #pietro maximov #wandavision #mcu phase 4 #age of ultron #hawkeye series #hawkeye #clint barton #missing aaron taylor johnson #aaron taylor johnson #elizabeth olsen

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munchkinmarauder · 7 months

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If there is one thing to thank Steve Orlando for - it's for showing Luna gets the snark from her dad's side of the family 😂

For real though both of them were great this issue.

Hopefully we get more Luna in the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver series (and finally see Tommy and/or all the magnet siblings interact).

Marvel - please let Pietro wear blue again.

#pietro maximoff #quicksilver #luna maximoff #scarlet witch (2023)#Bring Luna back for “Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver 2024”#Love that this confirms Luna spends time with her dad and aunt off panel on at least the weekends #Magnet family #Steve Orlando #Luna's got to be like 12/13 max here right haha #Let Pietro wear Blue #Luna's hair and eye colour is a little different - always m thought #She had her dad's eyes #But so happy to have her in comics so really who cares #Also let Luna interact with her aunt's more #I like the implications the twins and their kids at least hang out off panel #Like how the love unlimited comic implies as well #We should also thank Steve Orlando for getting the twins their own series as well - it was about time!

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theatrical-penguin · 15 days

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I feel like I never saw parts of season 4 of X-Men. I have no memory if this episode with Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch. Given to the Maximoffs by a Cow Woman named Bova?

I remember them meeting Quicksilver with X-Factor in the Iceman/Polaris episode, but how does Wolverine know the Scarlet Witch? And why is she so nerfed?

And is this a version of the High Evolutionary from Guardians 3?

“Mastery of Probability” that’s a new description of Wanda’s powers. And since when is Magneto the most powerful mutant in Earth? Have they forgotten Storm?

This family reunion is not going well. Maybe they should bring in Polaris too and have a big blow-up.

I was hoping the new series was going to get to House of M but Wanda is seriously underpowered in this continuity.

Side Note: The iBDB/original airing order for season 4 looks very different from the order on Disney+ but the streaming order makes more sense frankly with the season ending with a big Apocalypse arc.

#xmen rewatch #x men the animated series #x men 97 #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #scarlet witch #magneto #marvel families are extra complicated

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sun-mooncomics · 1 month

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Pietro and Wanda chapter!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

#wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #x men the animated series

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morgangalaxy43 · 4 days

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Yeah I wish these two “romances” didn’t exist

#wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #maximoff twins #ultimate universe #marvel comics #marvel #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #batman the killing joke #btas #batman the animated series #dc #polls

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galatially · 5 months

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❝𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲❞

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐕: 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬!𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 x 𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞!𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — she was my sun, my moon, the flesh i never shed; families grow and blend together more often than not

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 7.3K

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, heavy petting, honorifics (sweet girl, love), more Declarations of Love™, very Guess Who's Coming To Dinner-esque

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — are y'all ready to wear pearls and meet the family? also can we get a little commotion for me updating? i haven't written in god knows how long and i'm happy i finally got this out of the noggin!

“Will they like me?”

Summer time in the temple were hectic at best and, in order to prepare for the solstice ceremony, several of the other scholars volunteered their time to Lady Agatha. Which left you to carry brunt of their work and yours. You were happy to do it, of course, but that left no time to meet with Pietro. So, like the warm breeze, he surprised you with dinner long after everyone else had gone.

“I haven’t seen you in three days! That’s closer to eternity than I’d like to be, Y/N.”

After a back and forth that lasted almost a full minute, you relented and he’d been watching you work ever since. The remnants of dinner sat in a basket at his feet and he was watching you from his seat beside you. Every so often, he’d skim his fingertips along the length of your arm or absently brush the top of your knee, earning a breathy chide from you. But in the last hour, he’d gone quiet.

You looked up from your tome, Pietro’s blue eyes on you. “Who?”

“Your sisters. What have you told them of me?”

You lifted a shoulder. “I’ve told them enough. Who your family is, your time at war, our time spent together.” The left side of your mouth lifted. “Are you nervous, Your Highness?”

“Terrified.”

It always struck you how easy vulnerability came to Pietro. Everything he’d ever felt plain on his face for the world to see without any reservations, no qualms of being misconstrued.

You turned towards him and put a hand over his knee. “They like you. They just want to get to know you outside of my praises of you.”

A smirk played at the corners of his mouth. “You praise me?”

You snorted, turning back to your pages. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“You’ve not given me any complaints yet.”

“There’s no time like the present,” you teased.

Pietro put a hand to his chest, his features faux-wounded. “And you say that I’m impossible.”

“Tell me, demigod, what apprehends you about meeting my family? Surely you’ve courted someone before.” After a few moments of silence, you looked to him. “You have courted someone before, yes?”

“Courted wouldn’t be the word I’d use.”

Your brows raised. “Pietro Maximoff, you rake!”

He chuckled, his palms face up. “I was a different man back then — a boy, really. I’d be remiss if I claimed to be virtuous in that respect.”

You hummed. “I suppose.”

“Have you ever been courted before?”

“No, but Alma has.” You closed the tome. “His name was Logan and he was a soldier from Athens. I can’t recall him well, but he was a kind man, if not intense.”

“Intense?”

“Logan seemed the kind of man that only spoke when he had something to say. Like his words were better spent on things that mattered rather than wasted on idle things.” You sighed, mindlessly tugging at one of your curls. “I remember coming home and finding Alma crying in the garden. Later that evening, I overhead her and Daphne talking: she’d turned down Logan’s marriage proposal. She didn’t feel it was fair that she leave Daphne and I and that she shouldn’t have pursued Logan to begin with.”

Pietro put a hand over one of yours. “That must’ve been hard.”

“I remember vowing to myself that I’d do everything in my power to never be a burden on my sisters. If their reasons for staying in Thrace and running the apothecary was to take care of me, then I’d be self-sufficient. I’d work hard and earn my keep.” You smiled at him. “And then your damned sandal hit me on the head and I’ve become selfish, wanting to be with you and you alone.”

His brows canted. “If I’m keeping you from your family, Y/N, I don’t — ”

You giggled. “Pietro, you have nothing to fear. Daphne, Alma, and I have spoken extensively about our courtship and they’re excited to meet the man that’s given me other purpose besides being a scholar.” You brought the back of his hand to your lips. “They will love you just as much as I will. I guarantee it.”

“And if they don’t?”

“Then they will have to deal with me,” you said firmly. “We’re orphans, so I don’t need their approval. But even if they won’t like you — which I don’t believe — it won’t change my feelings.” You put a hand to his cheek, a smile lifting in the corners of your mouth. “Unfortunately for you, Your Highness, you are stuck with me.”

Pietro slotted his mouth over yours, his moan echoing in your ears. You’d have thought by now you’d get used to kissing the demigod, memorized the feel of his plush mouth moving against yours and where his hands imprinted on your skin. But every time it takes you by surprise. Some days, he’s sweet — the kisses slow and all-consuming, your breathy sighs he swallowed down. Times like today, when you’d go days without seeing each other, he’d take your face in his hands and devour you. He eased you into his lap, pulling back to gaze dreamily into your eyes.

“Having you is a sentence I would gladly serve, sweet girl.”

You were orphaned.

The realization kept rearing its head as you and your sisters prepared for Pietro’s arrival. Its customary for the father of the bride to meet with the soon-to-be groom and discuss the marriage contract, but both of your parents had been gone long enough for their memories to barely leave a stain on your mind.

Which meant that this dinner was more of a courtesy than an obligation. Why that twisted your stomach and shook your hands, you hadn’t figured out yet.

“There’s only so many ways you can arrange those flowers, Y/N,” Alma said, laughing beside you.

Your eyes focused, a distracted noise leaving your mouth.

“Hey.” She put a hand on your shoulder, motioning for you to face her. “If you’re uncomfortable, we don’t have to have Pietro over.”

You shook your head.

“Talk to me, Y/N.” She took your hands in hers. “What is ailing you?”

“I…” You blew out a breath. “What was Logan like?”

Alma brows raised and she let out a surprised chuckle. “That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time.” She leaned up against one of the chairs, a wistful smile coming onto her lips. “Logan was…kinder than he seemed. He treated it like a secret, something shared only between us.” Her brown eyes held yours. “Why do you ask?”

“When you were with him, did you feel as though your breaths were no longer yours? Like…like, when he left, the edges of your world began losing luster until he returned?”

“Like you’d disappear if you weren’t near him?” You nodded. “The day that I told Logan to leave, a pain that I’d never wish upon my worst enemy bloomed in my chest, clawed itself between my ribcage and squeezed my heart so viciously it could have felled me.”

“Did you end the proposal because of me?”

Alma put a hand to your cheek, a sad sigh leaving her nostrils. “I ended things because I was afraid. You and Daphne were all I’d ever known. Logan wanted to travel the world, settle in some far off lands, and have a brood of children. I was afraid because I could see it. Little girls with his proud countenance and gentle smile and little boys with my eyes and our shared dark skin. They would hang from our limbs, begging us for kisses and hugs. And it shook me to my core.

“I’d never thought of myself being a bride, let alone a mother. Convinced myself that roles like those were reserved for women like Daphne — kind, naturally maternal. What if I did not love my children after they were born? What if the did not love me?”

“You and Daphne have been wonderful mothers to me,” you countered. “I wouldn’t be who I am if not for you both.”

“Then promise me something,” she said, smiling now. “Promise me that you will not let fear into your relationship with Pietro. He clearly knows how much we mean to you for him to ask for a formal meeting, despite us being orphaned. That tells me he knows you.”

“You don’t think it’s too soon? That we’re rushing into things?”

Alma’s thumb brushed along the top of your cheek. “Love isn’t linear; there are no timelines or reasons. It just…is. It’s up to you whether you accept or reject it, I’m afraid.”

You heard Daphne calling for you both, only glancing towards the doorway of the kitchen as her tall frame came into view.

“There you both are! What are you — Y/N? Are you okay?” She hurried to the other side of you, gathering your face in her hands and her brown eyes surveying your features. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling well?”

“She’s fine, Daphne,” Alma said, chuckling. “We were just talking.”

Daphne pouted. “You both look like you’ve been crying.”

“We have, but we’re fine,” you answered, “thank you both for doing this for me.”

Your eldest sister looked between the two of you, her brown eyes going from suspicious to concerned before she closed her eyes, shaking her head. “I swear, I will age fifty years because of you both.”

“We love you, too, sister.” Alma brought her hands together, a bright smile on her face. “Enough dawdling! We have a prince to entertain.”

Ale loosened Pietro, you found.

When he arrived, he’d given your sisters polite nods and practiced answers, but you noticed fixed his stance was, the tightness of his knuckles that were half-hidden against the flesh of your hip. You took hold of his wrist and gave it a squeeze; I am here.

Your sisters noticed as well, Alma hooking an arm around his neck and leading him into your home, a conspiratorial inflection to her words. Daphne chuckled and led you behind them. By dinner, he’d started to return to the charming bard you fell for, regaling your sisters with stories of his childhood and the parts of his travels that bore no bloodshed.

When Daphne passed him a goblet of ale, he took a hearty swig of it, smacking his lips at the tartness between the sweet.

“This is divine! You make this yourself?”

Daphne nodded. “Our father taught me. Alma and I will make different varieties and sell them in the marketplace.” Her eyes moved between the two of you. “We could supply some for your wedding, if you’d like?”

Blood pooled in your cheeks.

A grin split across the expanse of Pietro’s face. “Have we been that transparent this evening?”

Alma snickered. “It would explain why she’s been so excited this evening.” She looked to you. “Have you accepted?”

You nodded, your fingers circling the mouth of your goblet. “I wanted you both to meet Pietro before we moved any further.”

“You’ve told us much about him already, Y/N. We would’ve given our blessing even without the formalities.” Daphne took one of Pietro’s hands in hers. “Can we speak? Alone?”

Pietro blinked. “Me?”

Alma nudged your shoulder, her head tilting lightly to Pietro.

You nodded and turned to smile at him. “It’s okay, Piet. She wants to talk. You’ll only be in the back garden if you need me to rescue you.”

Another smile that stopped your breath pulled at his lips. “You’ve never called me Piet before.”

“W-well, I know that Wanda does and it just slipped out,” you stuttered, your eyes on the ceiling now. “Do you…not want me to?”

“You can call me whatever you want, sweet girl.” He turned back to your sister. “Lead the way.”

The moon was high tonight.

Daphne hummed as she led Pietro towards the stream near their home. He hadn’t expected your sisters to be so…welcoming towards him, a virtual stranger save for your praises of him. And he knew that Daphne, being the eldest, would have profound impact on your decisions.

“Don’t be so tense, Your Highness,” he heard the smile in her tone, “we’re almost there.” When she stopped a few feet before the water, she lifted a hand, her index finger fixed ahead. “Our parents are those great trees across the way there. When they died, their arms were around each other as they started to transform. Their branches are intertwined forever.”

“That’s beautiful,” Pietro said, “they’re always together that way.”

Daphne nodded. “I was twelve and Alma was ten when they passed. Y/N was barely three years old and didn’t have many memories of them, but she still couldn’t understand where they’d gone. All she knew was that Alma and I weren’t smiling anymore in the days that followed.” She let out a watery chuckle. “A child no older than a babe would take our faces in her hands to wipe our tears away. She’d kiss out cheeks and tell us that we’d be fine.” She cleared her throat and looked to Pietro. “Has Y/N told you that she wanted to study as a sorceress?”

Pietro shook his head. “I had no idea.”

“She’s very adept at it, almost as well-versed as your sister. When she was younger, she’d sneak off to the marketplace in the city and tell fortunes to make money for us. Once Alma and I found out, she stopped, of course, but we encouraged her to hone her craft.” Daphne smiled. “Our mother was a fine practitioner and Alma and I did our best to teach Y/N what little we were taught to get by. If she’d have gone on with it, she’d be a wonderful priestess.”

“If she’s used to wielding magic, how did she come to want to become a scholar for Lady Agatha?”

“She tends to abandon things if she cannot immediately conquer them,” Daphne said, chuckling. “When she couldn’t perform spells of higher skill, she decided to find texts to practice with. Instead, she fell in love with history. When Lady Agatha sent word that she was looking for scholars, she applied.” She tipped her chin to Pietro. “Have you never noticed her using magic before? She uses it read faster, write for longer periods of time.”

He shook his head. “She hides it well.”

“Perhaps she just needs a safe space to express that part of herself.” Daphne took his hands in hers. “Pietro, you love my sister. I felt it the second you entered our home. You light up inside and out when you’re around her and I have no doubt that you’d love until your last breath. But before I give you our blessing, I want you to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“I want you to promise me that you will encourage her to spread her wings. Yes, love her, respect her, be allies to each other. But give Y/N the space to explore and chase the dreams she has. Make sure that she travels, meets new people, experiences everything that excites her.” Her brown eyes shimmered with tears in the moonlight. “I want her to get everything she’s ever wanted and to never be afraid to want them. Promise me.”

Pietro understood now what inspired you about Daphne; her warmth was tangible and, within it, her love for you and Alma is the root. All night, she made sure that he felt like part of your family and extended some of her warmth to him. His heart swelled. This is what loving you meant, loving and being loved by your little family. As he stood before the woman that raised you, he put his hands on her shoulders, his blue eyes on her brown ones, and smiled.

“I promise.”

You should’ve known that something was amiss when Wanda met you outside of the library, concerned etched into her features.

You blinked slow, confused. “Yes?”

“Did he ask you?”

Your brows knitted together. “Did who ask me what?”

“Did my brother ask for your hand?” You froze. “He’s my twin, Y/N. By now, you’d think he’d get better at lying, but I know when he’s trying to hide something from me.”

You swallowed thickly. This wasn’t how you wanted the conversation to go; you’d planned the whole exchange. You’d ask her to accompany you on a walk and you’d tell her the truth, that you and Pietro were to be married and you wanted her blessing.

“Oh, Gods be praised!”

Your jaw slackened. “What?”

She took hold of your hands, a warm smile on her lips. “It’s about time! I thought he’d drag his feet until I’d have to force him.”

You shook your head. “So, we have your blessing?”

Wanda snorted. “Of course you do! Why wouldn’t you?”

“I know how close you and Pietro are and I know that you’re both still navigating how to be since he’s come back.” You blinked back tears. “And you’re my best friend. I don’t want my loving your brother to create a rift between any of us.”

“Y/N, Y/N, listen to me.” She cupped your face in her hands. “I love my brother. Yes, we’re very close and, yes, we are learning each other all over again since his return. But he loves you. He’s always talking about you, even when I remind him that I’ve known you longer. I have never known my brother to be so enamored with a maiden before and if I had to choose anyone, I’d gladly choose you as his bride.” Tears fell down Wanda’s cheeks in soft streaks. “And once you’re both married, we’d be sisters!”

You laughed, sniffling. “We practically are, Wan. I don’t need to marry Pietro to know that.”

“Exactly,” her thumb swiped along the top your cheeks, catching your tears. “You don’t need my blessing, but I will give it to you. I would be honored to have you join my family and be at my brother’s side.”

“Ladies? Is everything all right?”

You both turned; Lady Agatha stood before you, concern in her blue eyes.

“We’re fine, mistress,” Wanda answered, smiling. “Y/N was just sharing some good news.”

“Oh?”

“She and my brother and getting married!” You turned to her with wide eyes, hissing at her to stop talking.

“Y/N! That’s amazing news!” Lady Agatha clapped her hands together. “We’ll have to host the ceremony here!”

Your heart dropped. “I couldn’t ask you to do that, mistress, truly.”

She waved you off. “Nonsense! You just let me know when the wedding is and we’ll get the temple prepared.” She pulled you into her arms. “I’m so happy for you, Y/N. You deserve this happiness.”

“I — thank you, mistress.” You pulled back, a small smile on your lips.

“It would be my honor.” She winked at Wanda before walking towards one of the other sorceresses.

Wanda turned back to you and squealed. “Have you thought about what color you want your dress to be?”

“I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that I’m engaged,” you admitted. “Besides, we haven’t talked about a date and he just met my family — ”

“You still have to meet our parents!” She gripped your forearms. “You and your sisters should come to dinner soon! Don’t worry, I’ll tell Pietro and we’ll talk to our parents.”

You giggled. “Don’t overexcite yourself, Wan. We have all the time in the world to plan.”

She pouted, her brows canted and her lower lip jutted out. “You don’t want me to help plan your wedding?”

“I didn’t say that. I’m saying that, for right now, let Pietro and I enjoy being engaged for a few weeks. Then, I will get you, my sisters, and your mother together to help plan. Deal?” You held up your pinky finger.

Wanda smiled and hooked her finger around yours.

“Deal.”

“Are you sure your sisters are fine with us being along without them present?”

You looked at Pietro from over your shoulder. “Do you intend on ravaging me while they’re at market, Pietro Maximoff?”

He stood up from the table and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. “Don’t tempt me.”

You let out a breathy chuckle. “Behave.”

He nipped at the base of your neck, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. “I’m always behaved.”

You kept your eyes on the vegetables you were cutting before you spoke again. “Wanda wants to help plan the wedding, by the way.”

Pietro hummed against your skin. “Is that okay with you? If you’d rather leave the planning between you and your sisters, I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“I told her to let us enjoy being engaged before we start any planning,” you set the knife down, “she wants us to have dinner with your parents soon.”

“I know. I’ve been trying to wait until my father’s done hosting the other noble families to suggest a day with him,” he said. “Are you nervous about telling them?”

You lifted your free shoulder. “I’m more nervous about meeting them than I am telling them we’re getting married.” You turned around and put your face against his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Will they think I’m too common for you?”

Pietro scoffed. “There is nothing common about you, sweet girl.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Despite what the populace like to believe, my family and I do not judge anyone based upon class. If anything, they’ll not even bring up your status.”

“I’m not ashamed of my status,” you argued, glaring up at him. “Is that what you think? That I’m ashamed?”

“What? No.”

“My sisters and I may not be as affluent as you and your family, but I love our life, Pietro. I just don’t want them to judge our union because I’m not noble or have a title. I don’t need them acting differently when we meet.”

“Hey,” he cupped your face in his hands, his thumb tracing along your bottom lip, “I promise you that they don’t care what your status is and neither do I. You’ve led a beautiful life and your sisters raised you well. I wouldn’t try to change anything about you for the sake of my parents. Okay?”

You nodded, shaking your head against his chest. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten cross.”

“I’m sorry for not being clearer in my intention.” He pulled back, smiling down at you. “If they make you uncomfortable, we’ll leave. Right then and there.”

“Thank you.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, lingering on your skin before he looked down at you again. “Daphne told me that you can use magic.”

“I can.” Your eyes looked over his shoulder. “Are you angry that I didn’t tell you?”

“No. Shocked, at first, but once Daphne explained why you didn’t, I understood. You’ve told me before and I didn’t hear you.” He lifted your chin to fix your gaze to his. “I want you to be able to share every part of yourself with me. I don’t want to you to ever think that I won’t ever listen or that I will reject, okay? And if I ever make you feel the opposite, tell me. We’re partners in this.”

You smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his knuckles. “I will.”

Pietro smirked. “So, what can you do?”

“I can scry and use very small levitation spells. But it’s been years since I’ve done either.”

“Have you ever scried your future?”

You shook your head. “I want to be surprised. But I can try to read your palm, if you’d like.” He shoved his hand into yours and you turned it palm side up, your eyes and fingertips surveying the lines in his skin. You hummed. “Your lifeline is interesting. It’s long but there’s an intersection that breaks it in half before continuing.”

His dark brows canted. “What’s that mean?”

“I couldn’t say. I haven’t scried in years.” You moved to the middle of his palm to love line. “Your love line is long and doesn’t intersect or run alongside any other lines.”

Pietro leaned forward. “Is that good?”

“It means you’ll have one long, great love.” Your cheeks heated up. “This love will be the most profound and impactful to you.”

“I can agree with that.” He closed his hand over yours. “I can only hope that my one, great love will accept me.”

“She’s accepted you since that first night she held you in her arms,” you answered, running your free hand up and down his forearm. “She hopes that you don’t change your mind about her once you both get closer.”

Pietro chuckled. “You love me and my scars. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.”

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.

“Having you is a sentence I would gladly serve,” you said, mirroring his words to you those weeks ago.

“You’re fidgeting.”

You looked up from your hands; Pietro was smiling at you, his chin resting against hand.

“I feel underdressed,” you said, frowning.

“You look beautiful,” he tapped his foot against yours, “I love what you’ve done with your hair tonight.”

You smiled, tugging at an errant curl that escaped the braid Daphne and Alma had done for you. You suggested plaiting buttercups and daisies from the garden into your hair as a way to keep them with you. Alma tied the hair off with a silk ribbon that beaded resemblance to the color of Pietro’s eyes in the sun. “Thank you.”

His eyes raked over your body. “Did Daphne make your dress as well?”

You smoothed out the garment. Daphne had spent four days sewing and dyeing the periwinkle dress you wore. There was gold ribbon that you cinched your waist with and gold trim on the skirt of the dress that caught the light beautifully. When you’d tried it on this afternoon, you felt like a princess.

“She did.”

“She’s a fine seamstress,” he said, smiling.

You giggled. “I’ll let her know you’re a fan of her work.” Your eyes caught the trees blurring from the carriage window. “I’ve never been in a carriage before.”

“It’s quicker than walking,” Pietro said, lifting a shoulder.

“It’s easy to forget that you’re a prince,” your hands wrung together, “not that you act haughty, but I only see you as Pietro, if that makes sense.”

“I’m not much different with my family than I am with you.”

“Would it be silly to ask if they’ll like me?” Your voice sounded so small, foreign to your own ears. Suddenly, you were all too aware of you and Pietro’s differences. You’ve never convened with nobility and, despite how well-versed you were, you knew that you carried an accent native to denizens of the countryside. What was love when tradition loomed over you both?

Pietro tapped his finger against his thigh. “Come here.”

You raised a brow.

He kissed his teeth, a deep grin curving along his lips. “Come here, sweet girl. I won’t repeat myself.”

The sensuous threat beneath his words made you clench your thighs. Your tongue wetted your bottom lip as you watched your fiancé spread his legs wide. Before you could retort, he lunged forward and gathered you in his arms.

“Pietro!” you hissed. “We’re on out way to meet your parents!” Your eyes went to the other side of the carriage. “The coachman could hear.”

He gave you a toothy, wolfish grin. “Then I suppose you’ll have to keep quiet, then, won’t you?” His lips latched onto the column of your throat, sucking and laving at the skin. A chuckle rumbled in his chest at the squeak you barely caught with the palm of your hand.

“Pietro!”

His large hands took hold of your hips. “Could you blame me? My bride-to-be is so beautiful that I cannot help but imbibe in her.”

Heat warmed your face and neck. “Your bride-to-be would like to salvage what little dignity you’ve left her to meet your parents. I can’t risk my current state to your lust.”

“And she will.” One of his hands dipped under your skirt, the knuckle of his middle finger ghosting along your folds. You sucked in a breath. “They will love you, Y/N. My mother has been excited to meet you since Wanda told her of your first meeting,” his teeth played at your collarbone, “my father is curious to meet the maid that has so rapt my attention these past months.” His free hand swept tendrils of curls from the back of your neck, his fingertips lingering on the warm skin. “Wanda already loves you. You’ve nothing to fear, my love, I promise you.”

“Curiosity does not equate to like,” you breathed out. Your hips bucked against his hand, desperate for friction. When he stopped his ministrations, your eyes narrowed in frustration. “Stop teasing me, Pietro. It’s unfair.”

“I would never,” he cooed, moving a hand to cup the back of your neck. Gooseflesh covered your body and, suddenly, the air in the carriage was hot and thick. Pietro continued sucking bruises into your soft skin, using his hand splayed against the base of your skull to expose more of your neck to him. A hiccup bubbled out of your throat, soft mewls that bordered sobs not enough for him to give you what you want. “Does my little nymph want relief?”

You blubbered out a “yes”, your head lolling from side to side. Pleasure tightened your belly and all you lust-fogged brain could focus on was, touch me, touch me, touch me.

“Gods, you look divine, Y/N,” Pietro murmured against your ear. His hands cupped your breasts, fingers adeptly working your pebbled nipples. You whispered his name, your nails digging into the flesh of his thighs. “How sensitive you are, my love.” His lips dragged along the juncture of your neck and your ear, his canines gliding along your pulse point. You started to let out a moan when he eased three of his thick fingers into your mouth. “Shh, shh. Remember our coachman up front. You wouldn’t want him to know what we’re getting up to, would you?”

You moaned his name around his fingers.

Pietro groaned out your name, rutting his hips against your backside. You could feel his cock through his chiton, your mouth watering even more. He moved you further up his lap, your slick soaking through the fabric of his tunic.

Two knocks from the coachman made you both pause. From his side of the carriage, you saw his ancestral home in the distance. You felt laughter against your back and turned to give your fiancé a simpering look.

“Was that your way of distracting me?”

His left cheek dimpled. “Did it work?”

Pietro favored his father more than his mother.

Seeing him, Wanda, and their parents standing with each other, they shared the same coloring: tan skin, dark, curly hair, and sharp, devastating features. But where Wanda and their mother were carbon copies of each other, Pietro and his father shared the same mannerisms and expressions.

Wanda called your name, her hand held out to you. “This is our mother, Natalya, and our father, Erik.” A proud smile crossed her plush lips. “Mother, Father, this is Y/N Y/L/N, my very best friend and our Pietro’s bride-to-be.”

You went to curtsy when you were pulled forward, rose and marjoram filling your senses. Natalya’s hug was warm and comforting, easing your qualms almost instantly. Like Wanda, gold bands and thick, clay bangles hung from her wrists and thin, gold rings sat on every finger. Her deep, brown eyes sparkled as she regarded you.

“My children underestimated your beauty.”

Heat pooled in your cheeks. “Uh — thank you, Your Grace.”

She chuckled lightly. “Please, call me Natalya. I’ve heard so much about you, it feels as though you’ve already been a part of the family.”

You’d have to remember to reprimand the twins at a later date.

“So glad to finally make your acquaintance,” Erik said, giving you a warm smile. “You’ve caused quite a commotion for my children.”

“You as well, Your Majesty.” Your eyes widened. “Not that you cause commotion — ”

A thunderous laugh rumbled from his chest. “Don’t be so nervous, Y/N. We’re happy to welcome you this evening.”

“Thank you.” Suddenly, Wanda and Natalya hooked their arms on either side of yours and hurried you up the stairs into their home.

“You look gorgeous, Y/N,” Wanda started, “but Pietro should’ve been more…methodical about displaying his…excitement.”

A few seconds passed before your eyes widened and you went cold. “No.”

“There’s a very prominent love bruise just here.” Natalya pointed to the space along your collarbone. “It’s wonderful to see my son so smitten with someone.”

“I can assure you that I’m not so cavalier to parade my private affairs on such an important night,” you pressed.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Wanda smiled, “Just wait until you two are married. You’ll probably never leave your bed.”

Natalya shushed her daughter. “Leave them be.” Her fingers quickly undid your braid. “It’s perfectly normal for betrothed to display affection.”

Wanda wrinkled her nose. “Mother, please, spare me. I don’t need the image of my brother bedding my best friend.”

“I’d prefer we not speak about this at all,” you said morosely. “We should get back.”

“Almost done,” Natalya sang, “just need to…there!” She brushed a few curls from your forehead. “Perfect.”

“You can’t even see the bruises anymore!” Wanda teased.

Natalya brought her hands to your face, smiling. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

“You’re too kind, Your Majesty.”

“Natalya,” a warm smile stretched across her lips, “we are to be family soon and should refer to each other as such, yes?” You nodded, an apology falling from your tongue. “And no apologies! We’re happy to welcome you into our home, Y/N.”

“They must be waiting for us,” Wanda said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Are you ready?”

You furrowed your brows. “For?”

She smiled broadly, a wicked glint to her green eyes.

You thought your little family was boisterous, but the Maximoffs were a different beast entirely.

Wanda was regaling the table with a story of Pietro during their childhood, more relaxed than she was at temple. Your laughs intermingled with their parents’ as she spoke of a lover of Pietro’s past. Every now and again, Erik would mirror her mannerisms: wide, expressive eyes, big gesticulations. On either side of you, Natalya and Pietro were the same side of each others’ coins. They laughed along, more reserved than Erik and Wanda, their hands either clasped together or resting against their crossed forearms as they leaned forward. Their interjections were just as passionate as their family members’ but quieter.

A memory — or a memory of a memory — played in your mind: Daphne and Alma’s boisterous laughter, your arms outstretched to a woman whose eyes you could not place. Warm hands cupping your face. Though your throat was clogged and your eyes started to water, your smile stayed. You had this once, a family like theirs. Perhaps you could have it again.

“Y/N?”

You blinked. “Yes?”

“Wanda isn’t deterring you from this union, is she?” Erik’s blue eyes regarded you with concern, a small smiled eased in the corner of his mouth.

You shook your head, turning a bemused grin to Pietro. “I knew that you were a flirt, but not quite to this extent, bard.”

Your lover groaned. “Can we please move on?”

You took his hand. “It’s all in good fun, Pietro. Despite your previous courting, I will still allow for you to have my hand.”

He chuckled, his cheeks dimpling. “Allow me?”

“I jest, my love,” you fluttered your lashes, “You have all of me.”

“Such a charmer,” he teased. “How could I say no to those beautiful, brown eyes?”

Natalya put a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve found quite the equal, Pietro.”

Pietro brought the back of your hand to his lips. “And I thank the Gods for her each day.”

Erik stood from his seat, everyone’s eyes shifting to his form. “Y/N, would you care to accompany me for a walk?”

“A walk?”

“Pietro’s told me of you and your sisters’ beautiful garden.” His pale blue eyes went from his wife’s back to yours. “Perhaps you could lend me your keen eye in crafting a bouquet for the Queen.”

You were nodding before you spoke. “Of course.”

He beamed at you. “Lovely.”

The Royal Gardens were far more impressive than the one off of the back of your home. Tall pomegranate and fig trees stood before the moon and created a looming shadow as you and the King walked.

You turned to him. “What are some of the Queen’s favorite flowers? I saw some beautiful hyacinths and irises that would make for a lovely bouquet.”

Erik smiled. “I must confess that I asked you out here under false pretenses.”

You cocked your head to the side. “May I ask?”

“When Pietro came back from the war, we weren’t sure what to expect. Though he put on a brave face, he wasn’t the same.” He let out a deep sigh. “When he said he’d met someone, Natalya and I thought he was rushing into something because he felt that’s what was expected. Like he needed to fall back into the boy he used to be rather than stand as the man he now is.”

You hummed. “I can understand that.”

He turned to you, a dark brow raised. “Oh?”

“He came to me one night.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I thought he’d stood me up, at first. I can handle a lot of things but the thought of him standing me up, leaving me alone like that, made me feel an embarrassment that I’d never experienced. I get it: I’m no one special. I’ve no status, no title. I’m no descendant of any dignitaries. Perhaps I was the distraction from himself he sought after.

“But then he kept coming around. Showed up at temple to walk me home, got me a journal to write in. One would not make such efforts if they did not spend time with another, no?”

“Correct.”

“He’s told me from the moment we met that I would be the woman he wanted to spend his days with.” You let out a small chuckle. “You can imagine how…unnerving that was for me, at first. Though I came to it slowly, I love your son, Your Highness. I just fear that I’m not equipped for all that it entails to love him.”

“You’re just as thoughtful as Wanda said.” Erik ushered you to a table sitting in the middle of the garden . Once sat, he smiled warmly at you. “It’s normal for some trepidation when considering sharing one’s life with another. When I proposed to Natalya, I spent too many months wondering if that was something if I was moving too fast. I wanted Natalya, I knew that, but I never thought about what being husband and wife meant for either of us. I was young and impulsive and in love with an incredible woman, unsure of what marriage looked like outside of my own family growing up.”

The Old Gods; the six original beings that birthed the world as you knew it to be. Erik’s father, known as Zeus, was the God of Gods. For as many miracles and marvels he performed, there were just as many tragedies belied in his wake. From your short time with him, Erik seemed like a wonderful man, someone aspirational. You could only imagine what he and his siblings saw on Olympus.

“I have no reference for marriage,” you said, looking to the sky, “outside the tree in our garden.”

Erik’s features twisted. “A tree?”

You smiled fondly. “My parents’ bodies went back to nature. They never stopped embracing so the trunk of the tree and some of its limbs are twined.”

“That’s very beautiful.” He paused. “How did they die? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“My mother was dying of illness and my father died shortly after of a broken heart.” You wrung your hands together. “I wasn’t more than four and didn’t understand why they’d gone. How does one explain to a child their parents’ deaths?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You shook your head. “Don’t be, Your Highness. My parents loved each other and, hopefully, are together in the afterlife and the next. My sisters and I remember them with love and reverence and that’s enough.”

“My son says that you were worried about your role as the prince consort.” You nodded slowly. “I can affirm that your studies will not cease because of your union. You will not be bound by duty to the throne.”

Your pulse kicked up. “Your Highness…”

“Erik, please,” he smiled warmly again. “I cannot very well bless this union without considering both of your wishes.”

“Pietro told you of our disagreement?” she asked, her voice small.

“He did.” He put a hand on your knee. “You’re just like my wife and daughter; determined and independent. You shouldn’t have to be defined by whom you love.”

You wiped at your face, soft chuckles spilling from your lips. “Thank you, Erik. I am forever indebted to you.”

He smiled at you again and you were struck with how much he looked like Pietro, a devastating, boyish expression that could compel you to commit any crime he’d asked.

“We are indebted to you.” He stood from the table and kneeled in front of you, his blue eyes, holding your gaze. “Y/N Y/L/N, the kingdom of Thrace is forever indebted to you for your love and acceptance of my children. For your steadfastness and willingness to share your life with us. We are honored to welcome you into our family.”

“You’ve been quiet.”

You circled the tip of your finger along the lines of his sternum, moonlight painting his skin. “I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

You looked up at him, your breath catching at how intense his gaze was on you. “When are we to marry?”

“We could marry tomorrow, if you’d like.” You swatted at his chest. “My parents said something about a summer wedding but ultimately it’s your choice.”

“Don’t you mean our choice?”

Pietro gathered you in his arms and ran the back if his hand along the curve of your arm. “This wedding is for you. You could decide this very second that you want us to go to the temple and marry in front of a cauldron. I would follow you, no questions asked.”

Your face warmed and you cuddled more into his chest. “I like the spring.”

“Then the spring it is.” He kissed your forehead. “What else ails you, my love?”

You waited a few beats before you spoke. “Your parents are lovely. I wondered most of the night if my parents were like that when they were still alive.” Your lower lip quivered some. “I’ve refrained from thinking about my parents for so long because I have no memories of them. I’ve always felt that I couldn’t ask Daphne or Alma because I don’t want them to feel bad, but I want to know about them.”

“Would you like me with you when you ask about them?” He looked down at you. “I won’t speak but I’ll be there for support.”

Gods, I love this man.

You kissed the underside of his jaw. “When I’m brave enough to ask them, I would love that.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i told myself that i wasn't going to go above eight parts and then i realized that most of my blockage with chapter five came from trying to shove over 10K words and a wide expanse of details into that one chapter so here we are lol

#galatially #take me away #what tragedies #what tragedies series #where the branches intertwine #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x black!reader #orpheus!pietro maximoff #eurydice!black!reader #orpheus!pietro maximoff x eurydice!black!reader #greek myths au

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Twin Surprises - Wanda Maximoff x romanoff!Reader

Summary (pt. 1) : A particular morning on an equally particular day can take on unexpected implications

Warnings: little swear (???), bad morning, the breakfast thief Pietro, a probable caffeine addiction (who isn't at least a little?), mistreated trash cans, frustration

A/N: Okay this is unexpected but I'm splitting this chapter / birthday special into two parts

Words: 4.717

What's worse than having a damn fixed thought and not being able to do anything else? Apparently waking up with this damned idea whirling in your head, too early and on your day off, with an annoyed mood.

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Being an Avenger involves a lot of duties, tight schedules, and many other boring things, so those little moments when you are free you try to spend them as best as possible.

That's why now you're very angry, it's your day off, and you woke up too early with a stupid woodworm in your head, but since you're too stubborn to fall for it, you still don't give up on the idea of falling asleep again.

You roll over once, close your eyes and try... nothing. You try again, you turn around again, you close your eyes and... still nothing.

By dint of tossing and turning from one side to the other, unfortunately you wake up Wanda in the end.

As the internal struggles in you continue ardently, you now stare at yourself lying on your back, your eyes still closed, while Wanda makes room for herself in your arms, also resting her head on your chest.

Spend a little time like this, in absolute silence, you still convinced you'll be able to fall asleep again, and Wanda too busy following your heartbeat and enjoying the tranquility of the morning.

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Your stubbornness persists, even after Wanda has fully awakened and noticed that you weren't sleeping, even after she asked you why you kept closing your eyes and you explained everything to her, even after she called you strange only replied with "your weird, though".

In the end, however, you give up, a deep sigh comes from your lips, and when you finally open your eyes for a brief moment you are blinded because apparently Wanda had opened the shutter after getting up.

With great remorse you sit on the edge of the bed and massage your eyes, before standing up and regretfully walking around the room.

You pause for a moment on the desk near the wall, more precisely on the small black box, complete with the 'Stark Industries ' logo that was in the package that Tony had given you when you were "sleeping". The nice thing is that in the package there was also a note in italics that clearly said 'for emergencies '.

Going back to your thoughts, you wonder where your girlfriend has gone, you heard her get up and move away from the bed but then you lost track of her. "Wanda?" you ask softly to the empty room, looking for the slightest noise. "In the bathroom!" a muffled scream from the distance and from the door reaches your ears revealing the position of the sokovian.

Slowly you head into the internal bathroom you have, opening the door slightly you observe the girl as she completed her morning routine.

"So... have you decided what you want to do?" after finish she asks, now looking at you. Her hair tied up in a half chignon, others still loose, and a funny messy smile. You grimace in frustration, detaching yourself from the jamb, you woke up wrong today. "yes... unfortunately" you sigh in surrender. "I think I'll go to the lab, even if it wasn't in my plans at all" pouting fit for a five-year-old, you slam your forehead retributively against the doorframe while whining repeatedly.

Therefore Wanda finds it very difficult to hold back a giggle or even a small smile at your childish ways, typical of mornings, especially the bad ones. "It's okay love, I'm sure you can still enjoy your day off" she passes you by before placing a delicate kiss on your lips and leaving the bathroom completely free.

"Is talking who doesn't have a worm in their head" you insinuate pouting in a slightly louder voice, enough for Wanda to hear that she had just left your room. She rolls her eyes at your insinuation, there's no malice in it, you're just frustrated and still sleepy, so she sets out to help you out later.

You gave yourself a general mending in the bathroom, your nightwear replaced with something decent but not too uncomfortable, your hair all tangled up from the night sorted into a laboratory ponytail, a light dusting of make-up together with your favorite lipstick and finally a pair of tan converse and you're good to go. (of course you always wear your precious necklace⚡)

All ready you leave your room and walk through the compound, hoping to finish as soon as possible, so you can take this day off.

You don't miss meeting almost everyone on the team, some like Steve and Sam returning from a morning run, or greeting a busy Kate with a wooden bow on her way to the shooting range. You also replied to the message Natasha sent you this morning, you hadn't read it yet but she was coming home early, so another happy surprise for you soon

Before arriving in the laboratory, however, you decided to take a small detour to the kitchen and see if there was something good to eat. Your expectations have been more than rewarded when already from a good distance you smelled a crunchy scent and a conversation going on between your favorite twins, so you don't lose heart and enter the room. "What are you guys up to?" so you announce your presence, walking towards the counter and your girlfriend together with her brother. You wrap your arms from behind Wanda and give her a trail of kisses down her neck, which causes Pietro to giggle and also get a warning look from his twin regarding his PDA comments.

Rocking with your chin on Wanda's shoulder you look curiously at your dear twin a little too fast, the curiosity remains. "So what? What were you discussing before?" you grab a last kiss on Wanda's cheek before pulling your arms away and detaching yourself a little more from the counter.

"Piet was talking to me about his amazing schedule for the day, trying to divert my attention from his attempt to scrub some of the waffles I'd made." waving the spatula she was putting away, she stares very intently at her brother. A grimace of dissent manifests itself on the Sokovian's face, very useful if he doesn't have to talk to his sister or his best friend.

In fact, just before I can finish the sentence "That's not really true... I just wanted to inform my little sister of what I had in mind for today..." both of you raise an eyebrow, definitively undermining his lie, you know him too much well.

Leaving aside his constant baling, you approach the coffee machine, ready for your morning dose of caffeine. "Leaving aside your bad excuses Pietro... Do you want coffee? Wan?" you ask with your back to the twins, fiddling with the machine, then wash your hands after making cups. "I pass" "Already taken детка" they answer you as you turn on the appliance before returning for a moment to the sink.

"Why are there coffee grounds in the garbage disposal?" you turn towards them, the question and curiosity very strong in you, but above all the who. They shrug their shoulders without knowing how to help you and then you sigh, you'll have to deal with it later.

While you wait for the brown nectar to flow, you drum your fingers on the counter when Pietro asks you a question. "So, Y/N, how is Natasha?" he asks you. "She's quite well, she should be back by tonight, so the mission is practically over" with renowned hope, as well as a certain happiness, you take the coffee container and pour the contents into a cup.

"Alright guys, see you later, I'm going to the lab. Wish me luck Maximoffs!" you greet Wanda with a kiss on the cheek and a hug, two finger guns aimed at her brother, while walking backwards you disappear from their sight.

"Ugh!!!" you repeatedly hit yourself on the head, because you're too stupid to let a goddamn thought come out.

You've been here for hours, literally, analyzing some stupid blood samples... and you still have nothing! It's like your brain just can't piece together…it's nerve-wracking, having the answer on the tip of your tongue and not being able to get hold of it.

You've tried everything to get you focused: you've tried putting on some music... it didn't work! In fact, you spent a lot of time dancing around the room rather than getting new ideas. You've tried a new angle, another creative point of view, anything else that provides a goddamn starting point... and every single thing brings you back to the start. This shouldn't even be normal!

Normally when your brain fixates on something it works on it until it solves it, but it's like it's somewhere else now... Yet this morning it just seemed like you just wanted to come down here to the lab rather than spend your day off a day a little longer in bed.

"How much I would like a nice distraction..." you whisper, looking glassy at the laboratory door, praying that someone, no matter who, enters there just to have a chat.

Unfortunately, however, you only have your sighs to keep you company, and a probable stress headache on the way doesn't help at all. Of all this uproar thinking the only good thing, or at least the only moment in which perhaps you didn't want to escape from this laboratory, was when Wanda came a few hours ago with a tray of delicacies and you had breakfast together, unfortunately, however, with your great sorry she had to run off shortly after to go train with Steve according to what she told you.

Looking back maybe staying in the same place racking your brains isn't a good idea though, at most now you could just play with a few red balls between your fingers and get a huge headache. "I need a distraction... a change of scenery" you get up with a start and drop everything, leaving the laboratory all messed up and everything still in the middle, you put down your glasses and at the first window that overlooks the compound, you take flight.

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The breeze of the wind on your face, plus the sheer feeling of freedom as you soar in the air go a long way towards making you less stressed and possibly happier, so when you finally land secretly in an alley, you won't regret the choice you made. at all.

With a quick look around to make sure that the alleyway is indeed safe and that no one has seen you land, you set off through the streets of the Big Apple.

With the day having already begun, the streets crowded and full of people darting from one side to the other, no one would expect an avenger walking alongside them, yet here you are mixed with those who until a few years ago were ordinary citizens like you.

There's no place like home

Smiling to yourself, you stroll through the streets of the city where you were born, raised and even became a superhero, in short... in most places here you have memories (good and bad).

But there's only one place you always go when you simply want to unplug, spend some quiet time without pressure, take a little break from the chaotic world of superheroes... and it's a coffee shop, a simple coffee shop.

It was the first thing you discovered on your own, as soon as you "moved" to the tower, you found this coffee shop and it's kind of become your personal hideaway ever since.

That's exactly where you're heading now, only you're too distracted from watching life in the city to notice you're almost there.

You may have snapped back to reality when you smelled the familiar whiff of coffee and other baked goods and perhaps tripped over a poor fellow. With embarrassment written on your face, you humbly apologize to the passerby, sometimes your distraction leads you to be very clumsy.

When you enter, the usual atmosphere, the clatter of cups and coffee machines, the conversations in the background... basically everything is very welcoming.

The line for orders isn't even that long, certainly less boring than being closed in the laboratory with a heavy migraine and no one to talk to, and then at the end of the effort there should be a reward, right? One by one as you look around the customers are served their orders and soon it's your turn.

The first thing you notice once you approach the counter ready to place your order is that they have hired a new barista, you can tell because you know everyone at this coffee shop... even the manager probably, and this girl is new. Not to throw her off you were about to expose your caffeine order when she interrupts you.

"I bet... double latte with whipped cream and... a sprinkle of cinnamon!" the young new employee gestures smiling, she fully guesses your usual drink that you take here, indeed it is not the only thing that she has left on you.

"Yeah... that was exactly what I was about to say. You really nailed it!" surprised and also quite intrigued you smile back, she should ask for the name now even if there's more underneath maybe.

"So a double latte with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon for…?" she asks you all the time, and if you weren't the telepath you'd say she was reading your mind. "Y/N" drums on the counter, very intrigued and perhaps with a small idea of trying to do a slight violation of her mind.

Stand still Y/N she just guessed your order, don't commit a crime out of some stupid trivia.

The girl, she hints at a slight hidden smile, before returning to your order. "Well Y/N, your order arrives as soon as possible" with a somewhat funny tone the girl takes leave while you go and sit down at a table.

Of all the seats in the coffee shop your favorite ones are by the window, from there you can see the outside environment, with all the city lights, cars passing by and people walking on the sidewalks, all while enjoying a great drink. In a short time, or at least according to your perception of time, your order is prepared and the same girl who took your order, even if it is not her responsibility, brings it to your table.

You were listening to the music with headphones, facing the wall window, so you don't even notice that someone is approaching you, much less that this same person is sitting on the other side of the table. It's only when the new bartender touches your arm that you come out of your thoughts and realize she's there.

Seeing your face briefly frightened, more surprised than anything, the young woman explains the unspoken question to you. "I'm on a break and... I brought coffee! Do you mind if I stay here a while?" she says handing you your cup, very happy and joyful, even if deep down you understand that she doesn't want to bother you, you should still give her an answer. "No, you can stay if you want, I-I don't mind" distant, already back in your thoughts you answer with a sigh.

"Are you okay? You look worried..." she with sincere interest, moves closer with the chair, now she looks you straight in the eye, she really she would like to know what is upsetting or annoying you.

I'm not saying I could even tell her, but I'd have nothing to lose if I did, right? She offered herself!

Here you are now convinced, you will confide in the stranger in the coffee shop. What could be so bad? Take a deep breath and sip your drink, the taste of the coffee gives you that extra push to talk.

"Yes... I mean no... it's just that I have so many thoughts on my mind and sometimes I almost feel like I'm going to explode!" you mimic an explosion in your head with your hands, the new girl lets out a giggle at your antics nodding in sympathy.

"Yeah, I can understand that. At least, I think I do. Sometimes it just goes boom and there's nothing you can do about it" with extraordinary calmness the mysterious girl says, taking a sip of the other cup of coffee she's brought along. Nod along with her, conversing as you drink your coffee.

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You've been talking to this mysterious girl for longer than you ever expected. First of all now you know her name is Alya, she goes to NYU which by the way is driving her crazy with deadlines and studying and all, and more importantly she always knew who you were just she didn't want to make the somewhat embarrassing situation.

You told her about your particular morning, and why you came here, and while you both had a laugh about why you shouldn't drink coffee when stressed, you had a pleasant conversation.

Talking to her you got to study her, from her slightly wavy hair a shade of red, just about shoulder level, to her green eyes, more or less the same shade as Wanda. When it comes to analyzing a person, training as an agent of the Shield certainly comes in handy for you, indeed just after only a few minutes you notice Alya's personality traits that stand out just by looking at her posture, way of gesturing and facial expressions.

For a shy person, with you literally just meeting her she is very outgoing.

You understood it from how she sat, her shoulders tense, a rigid posture and her legs crossed, she usually doesn't talk much with strangers and if she does she remains very shy. She has a habit of twirling a strand of hair between her fingers, it's probably because she's very nervous while she's talking to you, you just don't understand why.

She's rambling now while you're talking, and that makes you smile because sometimes when you're nervous you tend to ramble a lot too, so you understand how she's feeling.

While your ears are listening to whatever this girl is talking about, a thousand thoughts are shooting in your brain every minute.

All concentrated on one something, a feeling deep in your chest, something that tells you that there is more to this girl than she brought you a coffee a while ago, something that should remain a mystery but you still don't. you know.

This girl has something… I don't know… something… familiar. But I think she's not telling the whole truth... the dilated pupils, the constant anxiety, the hair curling around her finger, the rambling... I know she's hiding something from me and somehow it concerns me.

You might not have been the only one having internal conversations at that table, in fact your mysterious girl is also having an internal struggle, torn between revealing her big secret and compromising herself or blatantly lying to you (she's not doing too well it seems). Her anxiety is eating her up, she doesn't know how to get out of this situation without causing a potential catastrophe, and she's never been good at hiding her emotions so her concern by now she too understands that it is clearly visible.

Fortunately for her, or perhaps unfortunately if she won't keep her mouth shut about what she absolutely mustn't tell you, you decide to break this farce first. "So Alya… what of what you told me is a lie?" you look her straight in the eye, serious on the outside but dying of curiosity on the inside. For a moment, she for some reason unknown to you she rolls her eyes, as if this phrase she had heard many times, a pleasant memory.

Insistently, you wait for an answer, you'd rather have her tell you than invade her privacy by getting into her head. A few seconds pass and Alya takes a deep breath before uttering a word, trying to balance the words without compromising herself.

"W-what do you mean?" with clear anxiety she says, the stammering accentuating her nervousness. "You have been nice and kind to me since I entered this shop, you have told me part of your life, I have done the same... but, but there is something underneath that you are not telling me, and I feel that in somehow it concerns me. So, to recap, what are your intentions?" trying to be as non-threatening as possible, you try to get her to spill the beans, even though she could have major consequences for your future (not that you know it).

The girl, or Alya by now, thinks she can hide at least a minimum of her nervousness about this situation, it's not at all what she would have imagined when she accidentally happened here. Breaking with sweat, metaphorically speaking, she steels herself and tries to put her still developing skills to good use. "W-what?! I'm not hiding anything from you! I'm just a rookie bartender good with people..." with a clearly fake smile, just to mask her growing panic, she hesitates a bit hoping you'll take this excuse blatant.

Clearly you've seen more than a few details that made your nose go crazy, some things that don't add up at all but that definitely don't lead to an ordinary person, you just don't want to jump to conclusions.

"Hmm ok I'll pretend to believe you... if you explain to me why the soles of your shoes are completely charred annnd why you have this constant fear when I meet your gaze" with your chin held in the palm of your hand, with absolute nonchalance you reveal some of the details that you noticed, leaving her no less than stunned.

She expected everything except to be betrayed by her own shoes, she had to change them when she had the chance but now it's too late and she probably screwed up. She's practically one step away from a cold sweat, and despite her wide-eyed eyes she has a constant lump in her throat that's hard to swallow. "W-what?" she can barely pronounce, the fear in her ribs of compromising herself even worse.

She is so stubborn you think hastily rolling your eyes. "Look, if you have powers, that's fine I won't say anything, you seem like a good girl definitely not a criminal so I'll let you handle this because I know how you feel, I've been there. But… there's something else below, I don't know what, but you have a very familiar face, but I don't understand the whole picture..." with the utmost calm, all the result of an unnatural momentary maturity, you try to explain your points of view, leaving a low voice some details to avoid snooping.

Heart pounding, time almost seems to slow down, everything seems ready for Alya to make the one mistake she shouldn't have made... when suddenly your phone rings.

"Kate?" dumbfounded you speak with the device now leaning against your ear. "Y/N! Hey, how's it going?" on the other end of the line, a very agitated Kate goes from one tone to another, bordering on total panic.

Without even giving you time to answer, she continues talking, completely ignoring your turn. "Do you by any chance know how the hell I'm supposed to supervise the recruits at the shooting range?!” she alarmed her, she surely she's pacing, she just confuses you even more. "Supervising? Kate, sorry but what the heck are you talking about?" you exclaim not so much to let everyone in the coffee shop know what you are saying but enough to let the archer know your confusion.

"Do you prefer the long version or the short one?" Kate sighs, as you roll your eyes a little amused after all. "Short please" you emphasize in exasperation.

"Okay let's go long. I was having my morning bow practice when Steve came and said I had to supervise the recruits during training, I asked him why and he said usually Natasha's dealing with this but now she's on a mission and anyway they're all busy and it's just me and they'll be here in five minutes and… and I'm totally panicking" in a profile of information, Kate panics more and more constant, you even feel that her breathing is becoming noisy.

Of course, you have to put up with a long-winded sermon steeped in insecurity, even if you explicitly asked for the 'short version' just to avoid it, but being the good and supportive friend you are, as well as a master at making you panic you are already ready to explain carefully what to do.

"Kate. Aren't you a national champion in archery as well as an unreasonable number of other sports?" you blurt out, trying to get her to a trusted bathroom. "Yes?" "So go, be yourself, use your skills and show these recruits who Kate Bishop is!" you encourage her, clear and forthright as only you can be.

A few moments pass and you don't get a reply, so you decide to check if something has happened. "Kate, are you still there?" you ask suspiciously, waiting for a sign of life. "Y/N, they've arrived" in a whispered voice Kate almost mutters incomprehensibly.

"Go and destroy them all" you try your tactic one more time, hoping for a better result. "Ready or not now I'm in" concludes Kate leaving the setback of the call to you. "See you later Kate. Don't say anything to whoever you know who, about that thing you know" you hang up the call, and sitting alone in the chair.

Well yes, Alya in one quick moment during your call, literally darted out of the club, and you already know that this girl you won't see her again (or at least the next time you see her like this, it could be in quite some time ).

The thing that amazed you the most was the fact that you tried to read her mind, but there was something that prevented you, a kind of block... is it possible that Alya herself applied it? Almost nil.

"Well, enough of the nonsense for today, it's time to get back to my not-so-ordinary superhero life" without racking your brain once more, you run out of the very last drop of coffee and walk out of the coffee shop ready to go back to the compound.

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After Alya's improvised get-away

That call was like a saving grace for Alya, she couldn't have lasted a second longer. Even if her little escape will certainly have cost her her job, oh well she doesn't care much about this, however she doesn't even have to be here now.

She's never cared about her dearest superspeed as much as now, it's really true, sometimes she really saves your ass. Now the only thing she needed to figure out what to do without meeting any avenger again so as not to make another mess.

"Damn! Good Natalya, very good. You were about to prevent the birth of you and your siblings, basically suicide!" in an abandoned alley, as far away as possible from the coffee shop or from the compound in general, Alya yells at herself, if a passerby were to see her he would call her crazy.

"Oh, but that's not my fault! It's all my cocky stupid brother's fault! If Billy doesn't bring me back as soon as possible I swear I won't regret canceling his birth" in a typical family fury at this point, the redhead freaks out against a garbage can.

"But then why 2016?! Do he know what happens to mom this year and he sent me here! 'as a test' he said! 'I'll get you back in a few minutes' he said! And now I'm here, plus ten years away from home for almost a week! Kicking a bloody dumpster..." if she didn't know how to control herself now the poor dumpster would be in a bad way for how she's treating it, the only way to vent the frustration of be trapped in the past.

Part 2 Soon ...

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