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fukanouna · 2 years ago

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Pour me a cup of your attention

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Barista!WandaNat AU where Natasha is tasked to teach the new girl (Wanda) how to prepare coffee. She was supposed to teach the brunette things like how to make a latte or to tell the difference between pour-over coffee and americanos; she was not supposed be a gay mess and fall for Wanda in the process.

Chapter Word Count: 5490

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Once again, Nick failed to inform Natasha that she would be training a new hire during her Saturday shift.

The moment she walked into the coffee stop with her barista apron hanging from her arm, Steve approached her with an ominously perfect boy scout-like smile that made her internally groan and prepare for the worse. "Alright, don't give me any bullshit. What did I walk into today?"

"Got a new budding barista in the back for you," Steve beamed as he playfully patted Natasha on the shoulder. She wasn't sure if the gesture was supposed to come off as encouraging or give off an "I'm-sorry-you-have-to-suffer-today" kind of energy. When Natasha continued to wear an unamused, deadpanned expression, Steve continued. "If you really don't want to train the new hire, you can be the shift supervisor in my stead, and I'll be the trainer."

"God, no!" Natasha quickly snapped. While she wasn't too keen training someone today (she wanted to practice latte art with soy milk during her down time), she'd rather be a trainer than have to run the shift. Too much responsibility when she was not in the mood. Releasing a resigned sigh, Natasha grumbled. "Fine, fine. I'll train them."

"Great!" Steve's already massive smile somehow grew wider and that same smile turned playful. "I think you're going to like her. She's pretty cute. Definitely your type."

"Eye candy isn't going to make the shift bearable, Rogers," Natasha huffed irritably and strode past him.

It was an unspoken ritual that Natasha came to the shop at least fifteen minutes early to grab and down a shot of espresso. It helped her wake up and mentally prepare herself for her shift. Seeing as her role for the day was going to require extra focus and a professional facade, she asked Steven, who was on espresso bar at the moment, for two shots of espresso topped with a dollop of whipped cream.

"You usually only ask for a single shot. Already preparing for the worst, Romanoff?" Steven questioned with an amused brow as he handed Natasha her small cup of espresso.

"Don't judge me, Strange. After the mess I had to deal with when I had to train that Parker kid, you can't blame me," Natasha grumbled then instantly downed her coffee and tossed her cup into the closest trash can. She greeted Sharon, who was in the process of grinding coffee beans to prepare tomorrow's batch of cold brew, and waved at Sam, who was helping a customer at the register, then took a deep breath as she headed to the back to meet the new hire.

The moment Natasha locked eyes with bright bluish eyes, she was fucked.

Steve wasn't joking, the girl was cute - extremely cute.

It took an incredible amount of effort for Natasha to keep a straight face and ignore the annoyingly smug look Steve was throwing her from behind the girl. "You must be the one Steve mentioned. I'm Natasha," she introduced smoothly and extended her hand. The girl's' hand felt smooth and soft, and god, those eyes were way too mesmerizing.

"Hello, Natasha. It's nice to meet you. I'm Wanda. I'm very new and very clueless when it comes to coffee as I'm not much of a coffee person," Wanda admitted with a soft chuckle.

"Is that so? Why apply to a coffee shop then?" the redhead questioned.

"I've applied to a bunch of other part-time positions, but this was the only place to accept me without any previous experience. Besides, getting free chai tea lattes and London Fogs are really good perks," Wanda explained with a grin Natasha couldn't help but find incredibly adorable.

It's been barely five minutes since I've met this girl and I'm already a mess, Natasha internally groaned.

"I've already finalized her paperwork in the system and gave her a new apron so she's all yours, Nat," Steve beamed and subtly winked at Natasha. God, she really wanted to punch him and his perfect teeth.

"Thank you, Rogers," Natasha forced out a smile and glared daggers at the blonde. Fortunately, Wanda didn't seem to notice the playful animosity she was throwing at Steve and turned her full attention to her.

"I'm ready to be a barista," Wanda declared confidently after putting on her apron and took a step closer to Natasha.

Natasha tried not to think about the minimal space between her and the new girl, then motioned with a hand for Wanda to follow her out onto the floor. As they turned the corner, Natasha quickly threw up her middle finger at Steve.

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She led Wanda to the back corner of the store where an extra espresso bar was set up. It was typically used for training purposes or for baristas to practice their latte art, but during busy hours, it was actively used to cut wait times. While the espresso bar was turning on, Natasha showed Wanda how to prepare pour-over coffee and how to use the French press, then poured sample cups of different roasts for her to sip. It was important for Wanda to be at least familiar with all the different tastes and flavor notes if she had to recommend a roast to a customer.

Although Wanda was vocal about her distaste for coffee, she willingly tried every roast Natasha poured her. While Natasha preferred darker roasts, she was surprised when Wanda picked the lighter beans as her preferred roast since the flavor wasn't too heavy on the tongue.

Once they switched over to tasting espresso, Natasha was secretly eager in seeing the brunette's reaction to tasting the concentrated drops of coffee. Wanda's reactions did not disappoint. Wanda's face scrunched in disgust when she sipped the bold-flavored espresso, but when Natasha forced her to try a dead espresso shot, the other woman physically recoiled backwards, completely repulsed by the taste.

"That's what oxidation does to espresso if you let it sit out for too long without milk. It becomes extremely bitter, and it almost has this burnt taste feeling on your tongue," Natasha continued to explain, holding back her laughter as Wanda's face was still contorted in disgust.

"Please tell me that's the last of the coffee I have to try."

"For now. You'll tackle iced coffees and cold brews another day, otherwise, you might actually get heart palpitations from all the caffeine you're drinking."

It was a breath of fresh air for Natasha when the first day of training with Wanda wrapped up smoothly, even a little earlier than anticipated. The brunette was a quick learner. There was a systematic flow when it came to making lattes back-to-back, and Wanda was able to make three basic lattes faster than some of the veteran baristas by the end of her training. Hell, Wanda's foam for her first cappuccino was impressive considering it was a first attempt. Natasha was impressed.

Natasha made herself a flat white and a soy Chai tea latte for Wanda in the shop's ceramic mugs before they went to the back for a break.

"Great job today," Natasha complimented. "You've completed all of your Day One training ahead of schedule. If you want to head out early, you can. You'll get paid for the full training hours."

Wanda took a sip of her Chai, letting out a satisfied hum from the taste. "What can I expect for tomorrow's training?"

"Cold coffees, tea lattes, and non-caffeinated drinks like the various kinds of hot chocolates we offer. The thing is, I'm off tomorrow so you'll have someone else train you for Day Two," Natasha smiled apologetically. For once in her life, Natasha wished she didn't have Sundays off.

"I'm sad to hear. I enjoyed having you train me," Wanda confessed and gave Natasha a smile. "You explain things very well in ways that’s easy to understand."

"Considering there have been times I've had to repeat the same step several times to some trainees, maybe it's actually all you. You're a quick learner," Natasha chuckled. She noted that Wanda seemed embarrassed by the praise. Cute.

"When will be the next time I see you?"

The redhead pursed her lips. "Well, I'm here for mornings on weekdays since that's when we're the busiest because of people going to work or college classes, and then for Saturdays I'm either in the morning or I start at noon. Usually depends on where Fury puts me. What's your schedule like?"

"The semester at HYDRA State University starts next week. I put my availability for weekend mornings and Tuesday and Thursday evenings."

“I guess that means we’ll only see each other on Saturdays,” Natasha chuckled under her breath to mask her disappointment. She really enjoyed Wanda’s company. The universe must hate her or something if she was only allowed to talk to the breathtakingly beautiful brunette once a week.

Wanda let out a thoughtful-sounding hum as she took another sip of her latte. Then she turned her gaze back to Natasha and grinned. “Then I guess I’m going to start looking forward to Saturdays now.”

Natasha blinked several times, her mind still trying to process what she just heard (though it was difficult because she was also distracted by the way Wanda was smiling at her), eventually opting to take a sip of her flat white to try and hide her smile.

—

Two weeks passed since Natasha last saw Wanda.

Typically, Natasha was not the kind of person to call out from her shifts, no matter how foul of a mood she was in, but Liho threw up multiple times last Saturday morning, and Natasha wasted no time rushing her cat to the vet, resulting in her having to call out. She was relieved when the veterinarian confirmed that Liho would be fine, catching some sort of stomach bug, and prescribed Natasha antibiotics to administer to Liho.

Now it was the following Saturday, and Natasha was doing her best to focus on making drinks and ignore the clock hanging on the wall to her left. The moment she clocked in for her shift, she checked the day’s schedule and saw that Wanda would come in two hours later. It was honestly ridiculous how something so small as knowing when Wanda started her shift gave her the energy she needed to not give a fuck about the usual crowd of teenagers and middle-aged women bitching about how their frappuccinos don't have enough caramel drizzle around the cup and do her job without stress.

When Natasha heard the door open and realized it was a brunette from her peripheral, she immediately knew who it was. Her eyes locked with Wanda's and gave the younger a quick smile and a nod of acknowledgement before turning her focus back on the flat white she was making. Natasha forced herself to ignore the oncoming footsteps and the sweet scent of strawberries wafting into her nostrils while she slow-poured the pitcher of steamed milk into a ceramic cup.

"Hello, Natasha. Long time no see," Wanda greeted with a smile. "I hope your cat is doing better."

"Liho is recovering fine, thanks for asking." Natasha rinsed the pitcher then capped the flat white, briefly leaving Wanda's side to call out to the customer, then returned to where she stood. "How's it been adjusting to the life of a barista?"

"Pretty well, I think. I can make almost all the hot drinks."

"Which ones are you having trouble with?

Wanda scrunched her nose. "Cappuccinos and flat whites. I'm jealous at how you made that flat white look so easy. My foam for cappuccinos look… passable, but they don't look as pretty as others."

"Those take practice to make. I can teach you a few tips to make that journey to mastery easier," Natasha offered. She bit back a smile when Wanda's eyes lit up.

"Would you really?"

"Of course. But how about you clock in first? You're already five minutes late," Natasha said while pointing to the clock, snickering when Wanda cursed under her breath.

"I was so excited to see you that I completely forgot!" Wanda blurted out and shuffled away to the back.

Natasha felt her chest swell happily at what Wanda just said, biting back a smile once again, and tried to ignore that growing feeling by picking up a sanitized rag and wiping the area around the espresso bar till it was clean.

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She didn't look like it but Natasha was the type of person who always made an effort to be punctual for work. If she was ever late, it was due to factors she couldn't control like if there was an accident on the way to work.

This Monday morning, Tony called her the moment she sat in her car asking her for a favor. Apparently, their shipment of toilet paper and hand soap didn't come in the night before, and there was no doubt the store would run out before noon. Natasha didn't mind taking a quick detour before going in for work and told Tony she'd get the supplies.

What Natasha didn't expect going into work today was Wanda stationed at the espresso bar. She recalled Wanda had classes weekday mornings, and while the mere sight of the brunette made her heart skip a beat, Natasha was also confused. Her mood immediately soured when she realized some guy was yelling at Wanda over the counter.

Natasha set down the bathroom supplies on the back counter and quickly made her way over to the bar. "Sir, may I ask what is the problem that you had to resort to raising your voice at our barista?" she intervened with icy calmness as she stared him down.

"The problem is that your barista is too slow at making the drinks! She's taking too long!" he complained and directed his obnoxious voice towards to Natasha. "My kids are going to be late for school!"

Natasha has heard this excuse before and she internally sighed while forcing to keep her customer-service-voice intact. "Sir, with all due respect, we are not responsible for your children's attendance."

"That's—“

"It is almost 8am on a Monday morning. You made the conscious decision to prioritize grabbing a cup of coffee during a morning rush at our shop instead of taking your children to school," Natasha cut him off sharply, glaring him down as she motioned to the other customers standing around the man. "These people also have places to be, but they are patiently waiting for their order."

Natasha felt goosebumps on the back of her neck when she felt a shaky hand from Wanda slide into hers. She gave the brunette's hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze back. "You are not helping yourself, or anyone for that matter, by yelling at our barista to work faster."

The man's face was red from the neck up as there were murmuring coming from the people behind him. "Then what would you have me do?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"You still have your receipt, right? If you leave now and take your kids to school, come back to our shop any time today and we'll make your drinks for you then. I'll leave a note to the other baristas working today so they know. Or you can get a refund for your order. Your choice," Natasha compromised with crossed arms. Truthfully, she wanted to kick him out for yelling at Wanda, but she needed to push her personal bias aside and try to be the better person, for the shop's image or whatever as Nick put it.

After several moments later, the man eventually chose to come back later for his order. Once he was gone, Natasha stood in front of the espresso bar and immediately began prepping the next order's drink. "I got this, Wanda. You go take your ten," she said while steaming a pitcher of almond milk.

"But Natasha… I feel bad for leaving you with so many drinks to make," Wanda mumbled softly.

"It's fine. I got this." Natasha paused to study Wanda closely. "You were shaken up." She reached out to gently rub at Wanda's upper arm, smiling sympathetically. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. He was an asshole."

"But Natasha…" Wanda said again but with less firmness than before. "I still feel bad regardless. I picked up Carol's shift, thinking I could handle a morning shift since my morning class was canceled, and yet…"

Natasha hated that Wanda was close to crying. She remembered the feeling of being yelled at by a customer for the first time when she was starting out. “It’s shitty, but he’ll probably be one of many customers who’ll take their anger out on you,” she said honestly while capping the almond milk latte and handing it out to the customer. “But know when it’s not your fault. Like I said to him, we’re not responsible for his kids, and no one else had an issue about your coffee-making pace, right?”

“No…” Wanda confirmed with a slow nod. Natasha smiled when she saw that Wanda looked more relaxed.

“Then you did nothing wrong," she said with finality then began working on the next drink in the queue. "If you could take those supplies to the back and restock the bathrooms before your ten, I'd appreciate it."

Wanda swiftly nodded. "Of course." She fidgeted with her silver ring on her index finger. "Um, would you be free after your shift today?"

Natasha quirked up an eyebrow at Wanda while she pumped hazelnut syrup into the latte.

"I know this really good local dim sum spot. My brother and I went there a lot when we were in high school, so the owners know me, and I don't have class till late afternoon, and it's the least I can do so…"

"Maximoff, are you asking me out on a date in the middle of rush hour?" Natasha teased with a crooked grin. Her grin widened when Wanda fidgeted even more.

"I… I just… think you'd really enjoy the food," Wanda mumbled.

Natasha chuckled. "Sure, I'm down. I don't have any plans today. Dim sum sounds great."

Wanda immediately perked and flashed a beaming smile at her. "Great! I'll, um, go do my task now."

From her peripheral, Natasha watched Wanda shuffle to grab a couple of toilet rolls from the pack and a bottle of hand soap before heading to the lobby bathrooms.

She tried her best to focus on making the peppermint mocha in front of her, but she was too focused on the fact Wanda didn't deny that she was trying to ask Natasha out on a date.

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After weeks of subtle flirting while working Saturdays together and the occasional invitations to grab food weekday nights, Natasha was almost sure there was something between her and Wanda.

Normally, Natasha admitted she could be clueless when it came to noticing people hitting on her, especially girls, but the entire store could "see the chemistry" between her and Wanda, as Tony put it so loudly one afternoon shift. Carol would nudge her side whenever Wanda walked into the store, Peter would instantly leave the break room the moment Wanda walked in to join her, and even Steven Strange, who displayed little to no emotions normally, was finding amusement in their interactions behind bar.

Still, Natasha never made any move to jump over that final hurdle because there was a boundary. She was a shift supervisor and Wanda was a part-time barista. Someone of her position wasn't allowed to date someone of a lower position due to power imbalance. Nick had a soft spot for her, but he would have no choice but to step in if he caught on. The most likely scenario would be he'd transfer her to a different location. It would suck ass because Natasha genuinely enjoyed the team she had here at this location, but it would be a much better alternative in comparison to the worst-case scenario: Wanda would have to be let go. It's what happened to Laura after Nick discovered Clint was dating her. In the end, Clint quit too.

Natasha decided that the way things were currently were for the best.

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While Natasha was taking a year off from university, her sister, Yelena, was still a full-time student and in the middle of studying for a major exam for her class in child psychology. Yelena lamented to her that she'd be pulling an all-nighter, so Natasha decided to drive back to the coffee that night to stop and grab a jug of cold brew for her sister. It was a win-win situation because Natasha knew Wanda was working tonight.

Natasha pushed through the familiar coffee shop doors and a broad grin curved on her face at the sight of Wong. "Hey, stranger. Long time no see. How was Hong Kong?"

"Right back at you, Nat," Wong laughed and stood in front of the register. "It was a lot fun since it had been years since I went back. My family fed me well. It's good to be back though. I'm guess you're here because of Yelena?"

"You know me so well. She's currently dying from studying as we speak," she chuckled while pulling out her credit card. "The usual cold brew jug for her and a decaf flat white for me. Throw in a scone too, but it doesn't need to be warmed."

"You got it," Wong confirmed with a nod and entered in her order. "Send my regards to Yelena and tell her not to study too hard."

Natasha gave him an amused look and slid her card into the reader. "Will do, but no promises. You know how she is."

"That I do."

Natasha looked up and saw Wanda emerging from the back with a couple cartons of oat milk in arms. The moment Wanda made eye contact with her, she immediately burst out in a full-blown smile. "Why hello there."

"Hey, you," Natasha coolly acknowledged with a smirk and slipped her card back into her wallet. She didn't miss the way Wong looked at them with a cheeky glance before heading to the back for Yelena's jug. God, she must be so obvious.

After placing the oat milk into the fridge below the espresso bar, Wanda ripped off Natasha's order receipt from the printer and skimmed it. "A jug of cold brew and a decaf flat white."

"The former is for my sister. She needs the fuel because she'll be pulling an all-nighter."

Wanda pursed her lips thoughtfully and poured whole milk into the pitcher. "I'm familiar with that pain. I wish her well. I'll get started on your flat white since Wong is already preparing your jug."

"Take your time. Thanks, Wanda."

Natasha felt her body instinctively hold her breath when Wanda's beautiful blue eyes met hers with an almost playful glint.

"Of course, Natasha."

She shivered at the way her name rolled off Wanda's tongue.

Minutes later Wanda finished her drink and placed the cup in the hand-off area. When Natasha glanced down at her coffee, there was heart-shaped latte art. Her gaze shifted to Wanda's to find the brunette grinning at her. "Impressed?" Wanda asked. "I've been practicing."

"It shows. This heart is beautiful," Natasha praised as she capped her cup. "Shame I'll have to ruin it after the first sip."

"As long as you don't ruin the real thing."

Natasha felt her heart thud against her ribcage, exhaling slowly. "Wanda…"

Wanda didn't look away. "Yes?"

"I—"

"Here's your jug, Nat!"

Natasha's shoulders relaxed when Wong came up from behind Wanda and slid over the jug of cold brew to her. "Thanks again, Wong."

"Not a problem. Take care." Wong waved and headed back to the register to help another customer.

"Have a good night, Wanda," she murmured.

"You too, Natasha," Wanda whispered softly. "You too."

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After handing off the cold brew and scone to Yelena, Natasha went to her room to leave her sister in peace. She had her smart TV placed on a low table so she could comfortably watch on her giant bean bag chair, though at the moment, she was mindlessly scrolling through her list of saved shows to watch on Netflix. Natasha figured she should be more productive, but her earlier conversation with Wanda refused to leave her mind. She never expected the other girl to be so forward when they first met. It was becoming more and more difficult to control herself.

Natasha felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and tugged it out. When she realized it was a text from Wanda, she swallowed. "Speak of the devil," she muttered to herself and opened the message.

Hey!

I know this is sudden, but do you think you could give me a ride home?

My brother failed to tell me that his car is in the shop till tomorrow so he can't pick me up.

If you can't, that's fine. I can call an Uber.

you don't need to get an uber

give me 20min and i'll be there

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When Natasha returned to the coffee shop, Wanda was standing in front of the closed store with Wong.

"Sorry for taking so long. I kept hitting every damn red light," Natasha huffed in annoyance as pushed her car door shut and made her way to her friends.

"Not to worry. We weren't waiting long," Wong insisted with a laugh.

"Wong was kind enough to wait with me till you arrived," Wanda explained to her then turned to Wong. "Thank you again."

"It's no trouble at all, Wanda," Wong said with a slight bow of the head. "It wouldn't be safe for you to be standing out here all by yourself. Get home safe, ladies."

Natasha gave Wong a fist bump then unlocked her car for Wanda. The brunette placed her tote bag in the backseats before she joined Natasha in the front. Once they were both buckled in, they both gave Wong one last wave and drove out of the coffee shop's parking lot.

Wanda's house was a fifteen minute drive at most from their workplace (assuming Natasha didn't hit every light again). There were times she had to take her home after they bought some deliciously cheap Chinese takeout together or grabbed some authentic Italian gelato, so she knew the way to Wanda's place by heart at this point. But this night ride felt longer than usual. Wanda was quiet, answering Natasha's attempts at striking a conversation with tiny smiles and hums, sometimes a nod. She wondered if their earlier conversation was still on the brunette's mind, but she wasn't sure if it was the right time to bring it up again. At the very least, Wanda wasn't upset at her, given that she still looked at Natasha with a smile. It was kind of crazy how the sight of Wanda simply smiling at her made Natasha feel comforted. No words were needed.

The drive reached its end when Natasha parked against the curb of Maximoff's driveway. She shut off the engine and shifted to face the other girl. "There ya go, Miss Maximoff. Home sweet home."

"Thank you again for driving me home," Wanda said as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Anytime. Have a good night, Wanda." Natasha raised an eyebrow when Wanda remained where she was, biting down on her lower lip while wearing a contemplative expression. "What's up?" she gently prodded. Natasha's breath hitched in her throat when Wanda placed her hand over Natasha's that was gripping the gearshift "Wanda?" she breathed out more softly.

Wanda leaned in closer over the armrest compartment between them. In the cramped space of her car, Natasha was hyper-aware of Wanda more than ever and the charged atmosphere and hung around them. She should have moved away, she really should have, but Natasha was frozen by those captivating blue eyes she could fall into forever, shuddering when Wanda moved her hand from the gearshift, up Natasha's arm, to the back of Natasha's neck, coming closer.

"Wanda," she said again, more quietly, more weakly than before.

"Is this okay?" Wanda whispered, but to Natasha's ears, it almost sounded like the younger was pleading to her. And Natasha knew what she was really asking - there was no denying the tension between them anymore. The rational part of her brain knew it was a bad idea to jump over that final hurdle, but her heart couldn't take the sound of Wanda's voice, so soft and uncertain, and didn't want to push her away any longer.

"Yeah… it's more than okay," Natasha answered back and kissed Wanda.

Natasha often daydreamed what it was like to kiss Wanda. She imagined it'd be gentle and slow with a hint of cherries like that one Katy Perry song. Instead, their kiss tasted fruity in a herbal tea kind of way, and while Wanda's kisses were initially gentle, she craved Natasha's lips more than oxygen. Natasha reveled in the whimpering noises Wanda made when she suckled on the brunette's lower lip, then pushed her tongue into her mouth so their tongues met in desperate, messy kiss that stemmed from weeks of repressed tension. Natasha's mind was reeling in a way that reminded her of the way she felt when she was tipsy, but in this case she was intoxicated by Wanda, and she damn wished she could feel this way all the time.

"Sestra! I baked extra pečené buchty and Mama said to give it to your friend as thanks and— WHOA!"

Wanda pushed Natasha away and snapped her head in the direction of the voice.

"PIETRO!" Wanda hissed from inside the car. This was the first time Natasha's seen Wanda's twin brother, and she should be flustered he caught them making out, but she's oddly attracted to a pissed-off Wanda.

"Sorry, sorry! I was just trying to give you pastries!" Pietro bowed his head excessively but his eyes were twinkling in amusement. Wanda huffed and got out of the car to take the brown bag of bread from him. "Thank you for accepting my delivery. You and your girlfriend can continue~"

"Go!" Wanda hissed again and Pietro happily jogged off back into the house, but not before giving Wanda a thumbs up. With a sigh, Wanda slipped back into the passenger seat, clearing her throat with flustered cheeks. "Um, I'm sorry about my brother…"

"It's okay. Kinda should've realized it was risky doing it right outside your house," Natasha chuckled. A pleasant, sweet aroma wafted into her nose and she eyed the bag. "Those smell really good. Are they really for me?"

"If Pietro said so, then yes. He's been into baking recently. Which is strange considering how impatient he is." Wanda cleared her throat again, gazing turning meek when her eyes met Natasha's. "About before…"

"I don't regret it if that's what you're about to ask," Natasha cut in. "I've been wanting to kiss you for awhile now, if it wasn't already obvious. It's just… difficult with my position at work."

"I'm open to the idea of keeping our relationship a secret. I know how much you love working at the coffee shop and wouldn't want to jeopardize that," Wanda hummed quietly as she played with Natasha's fingers. "I know we can make time to see each other outside of work, but I also treasure our time together on Saturdays.

Natasha could feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around happily as their fingers intertwined. "Secret but official?"

"Secret but official," Wanda agreed and pressed a kiss to Natasha's cheek. "I should go. My twin senses are telling me Pietro is watching us through a window. I'll see you on Saturday."

Natasha brought the brunette's fingers to her lips and kissed each one of them. "Can I see you Friday night instead?"

"Are you asking me out on a date, Natasha Romanoff?" Wanda teased, head tilted to one side, giggling softly at the gesture.

Natasha recalled the way she teased Wanda with the same question weeks ago, but this time they were both serious. "I am. I can't wait till Saturday morning to see you."

Wanda gave her a shy smile. "Then you will see me Friday night. Goodnight, Natasha."

Natasha smiled back.

"Goodnight, Wanda."

She reluctantly watched Wanda exit her car and made her way back to her doorstep. Wanda looked back at her when she stepped inside her house, neither looking away, until Wanda finally closed the door shut.

Natasha sighed happily and slumped in her seat. She placed two fingers on her lips, still tingling from the feeling of Wanda's lips on hers, still somewhat in disbelief that they really kissed. She wasn't sure how difficult it was going to be to hide their relationship at work, but somehow, she'll make it work.

For now, Natasha turned on the engine and drove away, already mentally planning how she'd like to spend her first official date with Wanda.

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A/N: Fun fact: I used to work for the green mermaid coffee corporation, so parts of this fic were inspired from personal experiences. You'll have to figure out which parts though ;)

Anyway, this was my first non-MCU WandaNat AU. Hope you enjoyed the fic and thank you for reading! :)

Till next time.

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