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Mr. & Mrs. Hunt (Chapter 1)

Mini-Series Summary: Two of the most stubborn people in the group partnered together for an undercover mission are also the two people with the most hatred for each other, so what could go wrong? Or is it, what COULDN’T go wrong?…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader

Word Count: 2700+

A/N Note: OK! Here we go! I'm excited to share this mini-series and what's to come in it. It's a lot more in-depth than I thought it would be, but I love it. I hope you do as well :) Anyway! As always, please let me know what you think, and all comments are welcome!

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“And you chose those two to go on a task together?” Steve exasperated, running a hand over his face as he looked over the video footage in front of them.

“Everyone else was on a mission,” Tony exclaimed.

“That and it doesn’t matter what their petty vendettas against each other are. They’re professionals at the end of the day that better get their God damn acts together before I personally make them regret it,” Fury countered.

“Undercover newlyweds seems like a risky assignment for them,” Nat added. “Steve and I have done it before. We can-”

“No, you can not,” Fury cut them off and clicked a button on his desk that swapped the video footage of druglords to a file slowly scrolling. “You both have an assignment I’m sending you in the next hour in correlation to this case. So without your work, theirs is pointless. Got it?”

Nat and Steve shared a quick look before the blonde gave him a curt nod for him to continue.

Fury went on to explain how an insider of the criminal group had confirmed shipments, including hostages working as drug mules and other illegal substances that hadn’t been tested yet across US borders. A whole operation in itself, but Bucky and Y/N’s job would give them information the current insiders they had on the job weren’t able to attain.

Y/N and Bucky’s undercover assignment was to act as newlyweds, infiltrate the front runners of the group, and try to become a proven alliance in hopes of joining the group in their ‘business’.

“So we’re on standby with information until they have leads to help our end?” Steve concluded.

“Yes. And vice versa. You’re running tactical, and they’re running intelligence, although a mix in between,” Fury nodded, handing them a paper copy of the mission.

“And it can’t go the other way?” Nat asked.

“Your faces have become much too well known in the last few years for it to be passable,” Tony added, arms crossed and reclined in the rolling office chair he couldn’t see to keep stationary. “Bucky doesn’t care for the public eye and has changed appearances since his run from the government, and no one can forget America’s sweetheart over here,” he motioned to Steve.

“I’ve changed identities enough to get by,” Nat shrugged, watching the brunette carefully.

“Yes, but Y/N’s face hasn’t graced the nationwide flatscreens nearly as much as yours,” he smiled spryly and fluttered his eyelashes. “Plus, it’s already been decided, so we’re moving on from the argument.”

“How long of an operation are we talking about here if the two have to create a relationship with the front runners of this?” Steve asked.

“Depends on how well the couple can sell it,” Fury crossed his arms. “Speaking of the couple.”

“Shove me again, and you’ll lose another limb that you’ll miss far more than that arm,” Y/N growled as she pushed past the massive body blocking her way into the meeting room.

“There’s a thing called manners, and it’s free to use them,” Bucky grunted as she shoved him with surprising strength that made him slightly teeter.

The group outside of the new additions gave each other a hopeless look.

“I give it two days,” Steve sighed, resting his head on his fist and watching them as they struggled to find the last open chair. Y/N came on top of the scrabble and shoved him again for extra measures.

“Jackass,” Bucky mumbled as he leaned against the wall behind her, kicking her chair in extra annoyance.

“Bitchass,” Y/N retorted, throwing a middle finger behind her.

“I think you give them too much credit,” Nat let out a dry chuckle before turning to Fury. “Please, break the news to the two idiots so I can have a highlight of this night.”

“What news?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows to Fury. She was one of the few people who didn’t show fear towards the walking intimidation of a man.

“Your next mission,” Tony answered in a long breath. “Where you and Barnes will be known as Mr. and Mrs. Hunt.”

“Excuse me?” Bucky gawked and stood straighter in his spot.

“What’s the date today?” Y/N asked at the same time.

Bucky came around from her back and gave her a worried yet disgusted look. “I’m sorry. For what reason are you worried about the date?”

She never took her eyes off Fury. “I’m just trying to clarify if it’s April 1st or not because this is a poorly done April Fools joke,” she held an equally intimidating stare at the master in front of her.

“It’s June. You’re off by a few months,” he replied, unphased and unbreaking.

“Then I’d like some clarification on who needs a fucking lobotomy, considering that’s the dumbest fucking idea I’ve heard today. And I’ve been around this dumbass for the last 12 hours already,” she jabbed a finger back at Bucky, whose nostrils were flaring.

“Real classy, Princess,” he said lowly.

“Thanks, I like to keep it that way, Cyborg,” she replied without turning to him. “But seriously, is it you, Fury, that needs a Psych eval because there is no way in hell you thought this idea would actually work out in your favor.”

The room was silent as the two most intense people in the room had a stare-down. Eventually, Fury spoke up with a smirk on his lips.

“You better figure the fuck out how to make it work in my favor because any other way isn’t really an option for you, Sergeant Y/L/N.”

Before Y/N could fire another remark that would likely have put anyone else six feet in the ground, Bucky cut her off. “What’s the mission?”

Y/N finally gave Bucky her attention with a stern face freckled with annoyance. “Teacher’s pet.” Bucky made a face at her before she turned around.

Fury went on to explain the mission on both their end and Nat and Steve’s. From the sounds of it, it was going to take months of convincing some dicks in the drug trafficking business (covering as presidents of the homeowner association club) that they wanted in on their scheme in order to get the information no one else seems to be able to steal.

“How many sundresses do you own, Y/N? Because I don’t think your rock band, ripped jeans, and Doc Martens are going to convince anyone you’re the baked-you-a-fresh-pie-as-a-hello-to-the-neighborhood-kind of wife,” he added, emphasizing the label he had already created for her undercover character.

“How are they going to take to a half-robotic husband?” she shoved his vibranium hand off the back of her chair.

“I have technology for that,” Tony jumped in.

“And I have your credit card for a new wardrobe, so I guess that solves both those problems,” she flashed a fake smile at Tony before crossing her arms snuggly across her chest.

“You’re gonna have to leave that attitude at home, too,” Bucky got down to whisper in her ear, and he moved fast enough before she could sucker punch him in the face.

“Why not just arrest these two? Why go through the whole process of undercover work if we know they’re running the operation?” Y/N questioned, pivoting side to side in her chair as she thought aloud.

“Because there isn’t solid evidence, thanks to their associates being connected enough to cover shit up,” Fury answered. “And we believe there are multiple parties of their stature in the game. Meaning, we arrest them, the others scatter, and we risk losing a lot of information and take 20 steps back from where we’re at.”

“Hmm,” she nodded as she stared off into a void space in the room, calculating her approach to this.

“You’re actually considering this?” Nat asked. “I expected more of a fight.”

“I’m telling myself that it’s the drugs and possible human trafficking I’m doing this for, and tormenting Bucky along the way will be a bonus instead of a nuisance,” she replied with a weak smile like she was still convincing herself that.

“Smart,” Nat shrugged and gave an agreeable face.

“Your flights are leaving in four and a half hours, so I suggest packing your bag of necessities before we ship you off,” Tony sat up from his chair, stretching. “Any other things you need will be provided at the house already set up for you two to play the part of newlyweds. And get used to that word because it's about to become extremely annoying hearing it on repeat. Barnes comes with me to get that looking more human-like,” he pointed at his arm before walking out.

Bucky scanned over the file in hand and let out a sigh. “We couldn’t get stationed beach somewhere in Hawaii?”

“You’ll find the mountains rather eye-catching this time of the year,” Fury typed a few things on his desk and clasps his hands behind his back. “And that you don’t have a choice either way. Dismissed.”

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Y/N’s POV

The amount of junk they had pawned off to us as “newlywed cargo” seemed excessive. Brand new appliances were still in boxes unopened, letters on them saying who had gifted them to us as our “wedding gift” littered the kitchen and entryway.

I was currently in the guest room unpacking a box of linens and bedding in the spare closet. My mind was a hundred miles away from my physical body, but somehow, I had managed to organize the closet in a surprisingly efficient manner while on autopilot.

“Honey,” Bucky’s voice came from the hallway, and I took advantage of the times I wasn’t being watched to roll my eyes at the pet name. Before I could respond with a snarky comment, he followed up with, “The next-door neighbors are here to introduce themselves. Wanna come say hi?”

Showtime.

“Be right out!” I shouted back, standing from my spot, crouched to the ground, and brushing off one of the many new sundresses now taking up space in my closet.

For clarity, it’s not that I was against them; it just wasn’t my usual taste. Though the freeness of no pants was starting to rub off on me…

Coming around the corner of the hallway to our homey new abode, I plastered an award-winning smile on my face and scanned the two individuals in front of Bucky. I gave Bucky a silent look that read, “Hey sweetheart,” to outsiders and, “The assholes in question?” to a trained eye.

“Doll,” Bucky started, nodding his head once at my true question and matching my step to wrap an arm around my waist, pulling me close for extra show. “This is Reginold and Bethanne Bauer. They’re our neighbors right across the street from us,” he introduced, adding a squeeze to my hip that I countered with a pinch to his side that he chuckled off.

The physical touch was for show, but I knew he used it as a way to irritate me further, too. Lucky for me, it’s a two-player game.

“Please, call me Reggie,” the middle-aged man offered his hand.

The man looked like he played the role of a typical white male living in a cookie-cutter home, but his build showed he wasn’t on the unfit side of things. From the files, he was 42 years old, and he obviously had kept his health a priority because he could have been in his mid 30s, from what I gathered.

“You must be Charlotte,” Bethanne said, jumping in when her husband didn’t release my hand in a timely manner. “My my, you’re far more beautiful up close,” she said with a sweet smile, though any woman could recognize the hint of judgment in them.

Bethanne Bauer was a 5’6”, 38-year-old lady with darker blonde hair and a figure that showed she likely was a pilates guru who didn’t take many days off. Her Lululemon leggings and slicked-back bun confirmed this assessment.

“Well, aren’t you sweet,” I replied with a nose crinkle and a firm squeeze of my hand before drawing it back to rest on Bucky’s chest. “We appreciate you coming by and introducing yourself,” I smiled up to Bucky, who was already looking down at me (what a showman). I leaned my head in the nook of his shoulder as I turned back to them. “We were so nervous about starting over in a new state and weren’t sure what the community would be like. But everyone’s been so kind here in Montana, and you guys are just proving that point.”

“Oh, this neighborhood is like a family,” Reggie replied, keeping his eyes on me. I'd feel uneasy if I didn’t know how to disarm a man in five hundred ways, but I knew more than 500 ways to get a man like the one in front of me to grovel. “So much so, you may be under careful watch for a while,” he winked, and I forced a laugh out, Bucky pulling me closer to his side at the harmless threat. “I’m just joking with ya,” he waved off with a boisterous laugh of his own, and Bethanne rolled her eyes.

“He thinks he’s a comedian,” she playfully patted his shoulder. “But really, if you guys need anything at all, we are just a shout away. Or, our welcome to the neighborhood gift basket has our phone numbers in it, too, if you prefer to call.”

Off to the side, I noticed a cellophane wicker basket with baked goods, a wine bottle, and some gift cards in it. Bucky must have accepted it before I got in here.

“You all are too kind,” I gushed, putting a hand on my chest in appreciation. “See honey,” I swatted Bucky’s chest, getting a tiny grunt from him. “I told you we would find a home here. I have a good feeling about this community,” I winked back at them with a wide grin.

I could see the studying eyes on the woman and decided to act oblivious to her assessing.

“Can I ask y’all a quick question?” I asked, a twinge of a southern accent I hadn’t pulled in ages coming out casually. “Where is the best grocery store around here? I’ve heard mixed things about the two stores y’all have, and you guys seem to have great taste, so,” I motioned to the gift basket.

Bethanne listed a few of the stores they go to, ones I had researched on our flight here to get a better grounding of our new home. Of course, they were the more high-end stops. Eventually, the Bauers excused themselves for a neighborhood meeting they had planned, and Bucky and I were left alone. As soon as the door shut, I moved to the kitchen to grab a notepad.

“Have we unpacked the pens, Beau?” I asked loudly, using Bucky’s fake name, which he seemed to know why right off the bat.

“Second drawer by the fridge,” he motioned, opening the basket and going through it, our charades still continuing.

“I had a few things we need to grab from the store and thanks to our helpful neighbors, we know the best spot now,” I mindlessly talked as I wrote on the note; Check for bugs.

A welcome basket was fine and dandy, but considering who it was from and how quick they were to be at our doorstep—not even two hours into the moving vans' pull-up—I knew the drill, and so did Bucky as he listed out aloud what was in the gift.

“Wow, they got us Doordash gift cards,” he smiled, placing them on the marble counter. “Wanna eat in tonight? Maybe a local spot?”

“Sounds good to me,” I hummed, coming around the island corner and placing the notebook beside it. “Oh, did you find their number? We can ask if they have any suggestions.”

Placing the pen on top of the notepad for Bucky to respond, I moved to look in the basket myself and grabbed the note they had attached to it.

“Eat in, drink some wine, and,” he circled the word ‘bugs,’ confirming the suspicion before leaning on the counter and looking at me with communicative eyes that didn’t match his words. “Watch a movie if I can get the TV set up by then.”

“Sounds like a date,” I smiled, but the annoyance that we had to be playing our characters until we could dispose of the bug was playing in my eyes.

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The Babysitter (19)

Hopelessly In Love

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Hopelessly In Love

"Good morning moya lyubov," she hums out angelically, a slight rasp wrapping around her words from just waking up. A sleepy sigh escapes you as you snuggle further into the crook of her neck, the warm skin slowly lulling you back to sleep as her hands drift over the expanse of your back, nails scratching up and down soothingly. "Come on, wake up Detka," she whispers out softly, placing a kiss to the top of your head as you make a sound of protest, wrapping your arms around her waist defiantly, reluctant to leave her arms and the bed.

You feel her pull back from you, the comfort of her neck slipping away as she lowers her head to look at your sleepy gaze, a content smile playing on her lips as she looks at you. Her hands leave your back, gently cupping your cheeks and directing your head up to look at her better, the slight chill in her fingertips contrasting the warmth of her body making you wake up a little. Delicately, she brushes her fingers over your cheeks, enjoying the way you subconsciously lean into her touch and let your eyes flutter open properly.

"Moya lyubov?" you murmur back with a questioning tone, staring into her green eyes that are filled with love as you remain locked in this moment. You could stare into her eyes forever, the green swirls putting you under a spell, leaving you captivated by the woman in front of you.

"My love," she sighs out, translating the term of endearment, the words causing a smile to break out onto your face as you try to snuggle back against her neck, earning a quiet laugh while her hands prevent your face from cuddling into her again.

"We have to get ready soon Detka," she murmurs in a soft and gentle tone, not wanting to break the tranquil atmosphere you've both created as she holds your gaze.

Your gaze finally flickers away from her eyes, travelling down to her lips and fuck...all you could remember is the way they felt on your skin last night, the sensual sighs that spilt from them, the way she moaned your name-

"Where are your thoughts heading Detka?" she teases when she sees your pupils dilate, eyes darkening with lust. You simply watch how her teeth gently bite down on her lower lip, awaiting your response while your thoughts run wild. Wanda was right, she did ruin you. The only thing you could think of is her: the way her hands feel on you; the way her lips travelled across your skin; how her mouth whispered dirty words at your ear. She consumed all of your thoughts and there was nothing you could, or want, to do to stop them.

"How long do we have?" you ask instead of responding, noticing how when she moves the sheets reveal the top of her bare chest, a few marks littered across her skin from last night.

She answers you by kissing you softly, guiding you onto your back while her body moves to lean over yours. You're stunned by the natural beauty of her, the way she can look so ethereal despite having just woken up unfathomable to you. She kisses your thoughts away though as her lips persist to press against yours, not that you were complaining, and the feeling of her hands gliding up the sides of your body causes goosebumps to rise from her touch. The cold feeling of her fingers contrasted the warmth of your body, an unbearable heat building at your core at the way she claims your lips over and over again.

"Enough time for us both to have a shower and breakfast before we leave," she says teasingly with a smirk, pulling back to see your confused and flustered state before climbing out of bed. She knows you're watching her, enjoying the fact that she's completely bare for you to see, and chuckles when she notices your dumbfounded expression in the mirror. The older woman says nothing else as she walks into her en-suite, purposely swaying her hips a little before leaving the door slightly ajar, trying to hint to you that you're welcome to join her.

You remain frozen in her bed, fingertips moving to your lips to trace where her lips had just been, in disbelief at how she could just tease you like that. When the sound of the shower running can be heard, you're snapped out of your thoughts, fingers stilling on your lips as you realise she's currently in the shower, inviting you to join her. Moving as fast as you could, you gracefully tumbled out of the bed to enter her bathroom, making your presence known by knocking on the door so you wouldn't scare her.

"How about we both shower at the same time to save time and water?" you murmur at the shell of her ear after entering the shower, wrapping your arms around her body from behind. You can see the corner of her lips pull up into a smile before she turns around to face you, her nose scrunching at the way you're squinting due to the water spraying in your eyes.

"Will that save time though?" she comments, manoeuvring the two of you so no one is being sprayed by the warm water while raising a brow to emphasise her point. You simply move forwards so your lips are ghosting hers, unable to stop smiling as your fingers rub small patterns against her hip bone.

"Probably not," you chuckle out, kissing her lips softly and sensually, pulling back too quickly for Wanda's liking, making her try and chase your lips, "But I promise you it will be worth it."

"Oh really?" she sighs out, moving so her back was against the tiled wall, your body pressed up against hers while her fingers move to your soaked hair, pushing it back out of the way. You hum in agreement as a response, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, then another and another until she smiles into the kiss, tugging your head back gently. Her eyes are significantly darker when you meet her lustful gaze, arousal crashing through your body as her mouth moves to your ear, her voice low, "On your knees, Detka."

The moan that leaves your lips at just her words has Wanda revelling at the effect she has on you, her fingers in your hair gently guiding you down onto your knees before her. Your hands glide down her body, resting on the back on her thighs as you peer up at her, chest rising and falling in anticipation.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me," she purrs while you move forwards to press kisses along her thighs, Wanda spreading her legs for you to move in between them. Both of you moan when your mouth meets her core, the taste of her arousal taking over all your senses while she lets her head loll back against the tiles. You waste no time in taking her clit into your mouth, sucking on it gently while moving a finger to run through her dripping folds. "That's it Detka, just like that," she moans out when you suck a little harder, sliding a finger inside her and groaning into her cunt at how warm and tight she was.

You switch to licking at her clit, casting your gaze up to see her head resting against the wall, showing off her sharp and defined jawline while her hands grope her chest, playing with her nipples. You moan into her at the sight of her, her hips bucking against your face at the action, head tilting to look down at you. While her eyes are on you, you slide another finger inside her, watching how her mouth parts into an 'o' shape at the pleasurable feeling. You continue to watch, curling it again and again while her moans progressively get louder, encouraging you to make her come as hard as possible. Moving your free hand to the back of her thigh, you guide her leg to rest over your shoulder, allowing you easier access to where she desperately wanted you.

"Y/n," she moans out sinfully, grasping at your wet hair as her hips start to grind against your mouth, chasing her release as you thrust your fingers into her, curling them just at the right spot. She curses in Sokovian when you let her move her hips against you however she wanted, giving her full control as she basically fucks your face. Her movements are frantic and desperate while her legs start to tremble, her walls tightening around your fingers and moans becoming louder as her orgasm nears. "Dekta," she groans, "I'm so close, fuck, I'm going to come," a guttural moan escapes her lips as she orgasm crashes through her, pleasure clouding her brain as your name spills from her lips like a chant. You continue to work her through it, a broken moan escaping you when you feel her cum coating your fingers, moving your mouth to lick at her entrance. The taste of her on your tongue overwhelms you, the sweet but tangy taste addictive as her body rides out the aftershocks, softly moving against your face.

You stop your actions when her hands push you away, becoming too sensitive, and move to stand again, pressing your lips to hers. The taste of herself on your tongue has her softly whimpering into your mouth and fuck that was the hottest thing you've ever heard.

"That was definitely worth it," she sighs out, a small laugh escaping you as you wrap your arms around her middle, moving the both of you back under the water spray, a satisfied sigh leaving you at the warm water hitting your skin.

Her hands roam up and down your body briefly before moving to grab the bottle of body wash on the side, squeezing some into her hand before lathering it onto your body. You remain quiet during this intimate moment, letting her do as she wishes and relaxing into her touch while she washes your body, teasingly lingering at your chest before turning you around and washing your back, pressing down a little harder to massage tense muscles. She pulls you back under the water spray, rinsing you off before switching to the shampoo, running it through your hair and softly scratching your scalp as she lathers it in the shampoo, smiling at the content and blissed out expression on your face.

When she's finished with you, you mirror her actions and do the same to her but taking a little longer, appreciating each part of her body and paying extra attention to the marks you know she's a little insecure of, showing your love for them before moving onto her hair. You watch her reactions as her eyes flutter close, enjoying the feeling of your fingers softly scratching at her scalp while a tranquil look takes over her features.

Soon you're both out of the shower and fully dressed, eating the quick breakfast of cereal as you were running a little behind schedule, you were taking the blame for that but a little part of you knew that Wanda didn't mind the activity that caused you to be late.

"How are you feeling?" you ask attentively, knowing that today was a significant event in her life.

"Honestly, I don't know," she sighs out, leaning back against the chair and looking into your eyes, her fingers playing with the other rings littered on her fingers in replacement of the old golden ring that used to sit there. "I'm glad it's happening," she starts, seeming to think of how to phrase her words, "After what he did, I just couldn't keep pretending to love him. I think it was always going to end in divorce, even if he didn't cheat," she pauses for a moment, "But part of me feels... I don't know.. Disappointed?"

"Disappointed?" you query, eyebrows raised in confusion at what she was trying to say.

"I just disappointed that it had to come to this," she sighs out while you offer a small, soft smile to try and comfort her, your hand reaching over to hers, letting her play with your fingers as opposed to her rings. "I'm also nervous about how the twins will react," she confesses after a brief silent period, her eyes flickering up to meet your own. You simply stand up, moving to where she was and wrapping your arms around her, pulling her close for an embrace while thinking of how to reassure her.

"Wanda, your boys love you more than anything in the world, they may not be fully on board to start with, probably confused, but when they realise that it makes you happy, they won't blame you or be angry at you. They're smarter than we give them credit for, they'll understand soon that doing this is what's right for everyone." Once you've finished, she pulls you by the collar of your shirt, crashing her lips to yours, stunning you with the passion behind the kiss. When she pulls back, it takes you a moment to get back in touch with reality, her just smiling at you, using her thumb to wipe her lipstick off your lips.

"Thank you," she whispers ever so softly, the tone causing a smile to pull at your lips. "I'm going to tell them tomorrow once they've come back from Mama and Papa's," she starts, a little shy in her words while her accent becomes pronounced when talking about her parents, "Would.. Would you stay with me while I tell them?" Her eyes hold a hopeful look, praying that you'll agree and, much to her relief, you do.

"Of course," you whisper out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "I'll always be here when you need me." With a final kiss, you both get the last few things you need before heading to her car, ready to get this over with.

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Bouncing your leg, you impatiently wait outside the room in the court, not too sure of the logistics of anything going on but just here as moral support for Wanda, wanting to make sure she was ok. Maybe, just maybe, the small bouquet of flowers you got were a little much but you wanted to do something to cheer her up, even if it was something small.

After what felt like a lifetime, the doors opened to reveal an very unhappy Vision walking out as fast as he could, not even noticing you as he went straight to the exit. Another few figures then emerged from the door, Wanda and another woman, presumably Jennifer, who both had smiles on their faces, the other woman noticing you first and smiling your way before nudging Wanda's shoulder to look at you. Confusion first spread across their face at the sight of you holding flowers before it switched to adoration and joy at your actions. Jennifer quickly said goodbye to her old friend, telling her she'd be in touch and that Wanda had other things to do right now than talk to her, letting her go to greet you.

"What are these Detka?" she asks in a grateful tone when you hand her the little bouquet, a smile etched onto her face.

"Just a little something for you," you respond with, her features softening at your thoughtfulness before following your lead to her car, not wanting to stay in the courthouse any longer.

"I was thinking Detka," she says while pulling her seatbelt out, fastening it while you do the same, "We could go out for dinner tonight? Just us two?"

"That sounds perfect," you respond with, leaning forwards until your mouth ghosted hers, her not giving you a chance to tease her and pressing her lips to yours. "I'm paying this time though," your tone is adamant and that just makes her laugh, the angelic noise causing your smile to stretch that little bit wider.

"Mhmm sure you are sweetheart," she says, kissing you once more before starting the engine, heading for the restaurant.

***

"Woah," you mumble when you both walk into the extravagant restaurant, shocked by how fancy and prestigious it looked. Wanda turns her head at the noise you make, a blush forming on your cheeks as you realise you just said that out loud, a smile adorning her features as she asks for a table for two, you smiling awkwardly at the young man who guided you to a table.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Wanda says while looking around the room, taking in the elegant décor and architecture of the Italian place, your eyes solely focused on her though.

"Yeah," you sigh out, "Breath-taking." Her gaze soon returns to you, a blush forming on her cheeks at the way you look at her in such a loving way.

She's about to say something but the waiter interrupts her, asking if you two would like anything to drink, the older woman ordering a glass of red wine while you chose a random mocktail on the menu. While the waiter is there, you also decide to quickly order your food, a traditional lasagne for you while Wanda orders a seafood risotto, the young woman collecting your menus and leaving you two be.

While you wait, you enjoy the company of the older woman, the conversation soon turning to your post college plans, a surprised expression taking over the woman's face.

"You want to apply to Eternals?" she asks, knowing that the Uni was a renowned University in England, not too sure how to feel about the distance.

"Wanted. I was thinking about it," you say, shrugging your shoulders, watching how the older woman takes a larger sip of her wine. "They're known for their Literature courses so they were a possibility, but I'm not too sure I want to go down that route anymore," you explain, her shoulders relaxing a little bit.

"What path do you want to go down?" she asks, a little surprised she hasn't asked you this yet.

"I'm thinking Psychology," she smiles at your response as she knew you had a passion for it, she just wasn't sure if it was more an interest as opposed to a career path. "Shield University have one of the best courses and they're local so that's a bonus."

"Any specific career in mind?"

"I'm not too sure yet," you say truthfully, "I just know I want to help people." The way Wanda looks at you has warmth taking over your chest, security and care filling you up as you smile back at her, the waiter appearing with your food disrupting the moment.

"So there's no chance of you joining me in finance then?" she jokes, a horrified expression taking over your face at the mere suggestion.

"No," there's no hesitation in your answer, making the older woman chuckle. "Maths is not for me," you say, thinking back to the torturous maths lessons in high school. A smile soon breaks out onto your face at one memory, Wanda's brows furrowing at the small laugh that slipped past your lips before she questions you.

"What?" she chuckles out, taking a bite of her food while she listens to you telling the story.

"This was all Natasha's fault by the way," you disclaim, her simply raising a brow at you, "Our teacher, Mr Pym, was being the grumpy all man he always was, giving us a ridiculous amount of work to do and saying that if we didn't do it, he'd keep us behind. 'The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do'," you mock his voice at the end, causing her to stifle her laughter. "As we were so bored, I saw Natasha trying to spin her pencil between her fingers in that smooth and cool way," you explain, remembering the focused expression on her face. "I decided to try and copy her, wanting to learn the trick too but it didn't exactly go well. It was between my fingers then I don't know what happened but the pencil went absolutely flying across the room, hitting Mr Pym straight in the face," Wanda just has a shocked but amused expression on her face while you just laugh to yourself. The horrified expression that took over his face was engraved in your mind, the way his face progressively turned redder and redder while he got angry and annoyed at you both caused you both to burst out laughing right in front of him and sent to the Head teacher's office. It was totally worth the detention.

"I'm not too sure it was Natasha's fault," she teases, you just chuckling as you dismiss her words.

"No it was totally her fault, she gave me the idea," you counter and Wanda just laughs at you, pretending to agree with you.

The time flies by as you finish the meal and enjoy a small dessert, smiles never leaving either of your faces as the conversation flows naturally. You're caught staring at her a few times, her blushing at the way you just look so content with her while you offer a shy look before turning your gaze elsewhere.

Wanda really couldn't have asked for more from today, being able to spend a perfect day with you was everything she wanted and more. You were just so caring, thoughtful, understanding towards her and that's something Wanda hadn't felt in a long time, so it was refreshing to be cared for for a change.

Just before you were going to try and pay the bill, Wanda dismissed herself to the bathroom, telling you she'd be right back, leaving you to your own thoughts as you waited for her. Your mind drifted back to the first time you'd seen the woman, the way your mind was lost for words at her beauty and how that still applies now. You could never have imagined that the simple job of looking after the twins would have led to this.

"Are you ready to go?" Wanda asks when she arrives, pulling her jacket back on and pushing a few strands of her auburn hair back, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips as one piece falls back in front of her face, gracefully blowing it to move it out of the way.

"Yeah, let me just get the waiter," you say, looking around for either the young man or woman who served you.

"There's no need Detka," she says, guiding you out of your seat while you're brows furrow, "I paid for the meal already." Your mouth parts in shock and a little annoyance as you said you were going to pay, her simply pressing a kiss to your cheek in apology. "Detka don't look at me like that," she says while you walk to the car, a small pout on your face.

"You always pay for everything Wanda, it's not fair," you grumble, her just rolling her eyes at your moody state with a smile still on her face.

"Detka, money is not an issue, I want to pay for everything," she says, letting her thumbs brush over your cheek bones as you both sit in the car, turning your head to look at her.

"It's more than the money Wanda, I want to treat you sometimes," you explain and her features just soften, briefly looking to her side as she should be focussing on the road. She remains quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say when an idea pops into her head at something she sees.

"How about you treat me to a ride?" she says and your eyes just widen at her words, looking at her curiously before you follow her gaze to the fun fair that's at the park, a chuckle escaping you.

"Aren't you a little old for that?" you tease, her giving you a playful warning look before pulling up onto the curb to park, unbuckling her belt.

"Come on Detka," she says, walking out of the car and waiting for you to hurry up, "I'm going to beat you at every game for that comment."

"Oh really?" you say, a competitive nature taking over you as you walk towards the fun fair, her arm linking with yours as you walk the short distance, "I'd like to see you try."

***

"Here's a price for the lovely lady," the man running the game tall announces, handing Wanda the soft toy she won, a victorious and teasing smirk plastered onto her face as she turns to you. Various stuffed toys are in your hand as you had to hold all the toys she'd won while it was her turn, the smug expression on her face not going unnoticed.

"What's the score now Detka?" she asks in a faux innocent tone, you rolling your eyes at her gloating.

"I get it, I get it," you say in a huff, not too pleased about losing every single game you've played. "You win, again." She lets out a small laugh at your annoyance, kissing you on the lips until you smile again.

"I dedicate this toy to you sweetheart," she whispers, handing you the toy she'd just won.

"Thank you," you murmur, accepting another kiss before turning at the sound of a little girl, both of your attention on her.

"Mommy you were so close," she says with an upset voice, her mother trying to comfort her after not being able to win her the toy.

"I know darling, I'm sorry I couldn't win it," her mother says, rubbing up and down her back as the little girl looks up at the stall, the big red dragon still on the wall.

Your gaze moves to Wanda who has a sympathetic look on her face, knowing how it feels to feel like you've let your child down. You quickly hand her a few of the toys, not giving her time to question you before running after the girl and her mother.

"Excuse me," your voice gains the brunette woman's attention, the little girl turning to you with a sad but confused expression. "I couldn't help but overhear that someone wanted to win one of the toys," you say, looking at the mother before crouching down to the little girl's level, revealing the smaller green dragon Wanda had won. The little girl's face lit up at the sight of the toy, looking at her mother to see if it was ok before taking it slowly from your hands. "I think you deserve it more than my girlfriend or me," you say, the small girl crashing into your body for a hug, the mother giving you and Wanda, who had caught up, an appreciative look as the girl pulls away from you, excitement buzzing through her body.

"Mommy look how cute it is," she squeals, a big toothy grin on her face.

"What do we say to the very kind women?" her mother says after agreeing with her daughter.

"Thank you!" she hugs you once more, a chorus of laughter escaping the other women when you pretend she's hugging you too tight, a small giggle escaping her. Her mother also thanks you both before saying they have to leave, a pleased look on your face as the little girl practically skips away with her mother, gushing about the toy.

"Girlfriend?" Wanda asks when they leave, a blush rapidly forming on your cheeks as you try to say something in response, stumbling on your words before she continues, "I like the sound of that." Your stuttering comes to an end, a massive grin taking over your face at her words before she kisses you softly, her face remaining close to yours after pulling away. "I don't appreciate you giving away my toy though," she says, not actually being serious as she was so happy that you cheered up that little girl.

"You'll live," you murmur in response before kissing her again, taking her mind off it.

You continue to walk around the fair, finally coming up to the small ferris wheel that was there. You quickly buy tickets for you both, standing in the queue and watching as the sun starts to set.

"Wow," the older woman mumbles when you start to go up, her eyes glued to the sight of the sunset, the symphony of colours mesmerising. You're both lost for words at the spectacular sight before you, the ride stopping as you sit at the very top, giving you the perfect view.

Turning to Wanda, you want to see her reaction to the vibrant colours of the sky, your heart beating wildly in your chest as you take in her features. The warm colours are reflected in her eyes, your line of sight lingering at her eyes before taking in her sharp jawline, her soft lips, the smooth and silky hair framing her face. You were lost in your thoughts as you admired her, her briefly turning to you with a gentle smile before turning her gaze back to the sky, in awe of it.

It was in that moment, as you stare at her in admiration, that you realise you've fallen for her completely. You were hopelessly in love with her.

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