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local-crying-boy · 2 months ago

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could you do a wanda maximoff/gn or f reader where she's just joined the avengers (possibly after switching sides from team ultron) fluff?

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𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 (𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏, 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚙𝚛𝚎-𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊, 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 - 𝙰𝙺𝙰 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚖��𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 -, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2.2k

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The whole team were only wanting to relax for the next couple of days, the battle in Sokovia took a toll on everyone, even on superheroes. However, they all still had to complete training, Rogers and Romanoff were building up the ‘New Avengers’.

It was, of course, an honour to be considered to be apart of the Avengers, and to actually be trained to be one? Well, that was a different honour. It was almost every child’s dream to become a hero, and those children usually just became a first responder or a doctor, maybe even joined the army. But, you? You were actually able to be a hero.

In all honesty, you would have been happy to just continue your work as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. However, after joining in on the fight in Sokovia, you agreed with the decision to have a different role. You couldn’t deny the pay either.

Throughout your time with training, you had become good friends with the now-new-avengers. All apart from one.

Wanda Maximoff.

Your curiosity peaked whenever you saw her, she was so secluded and introverted. You never really saw her interact with the others, she really only talked to Rogers or Natasha and you could only assume that was because Rogers was the first one to trust her and Pietro.

And you only really assumed she was that introverted and secluded because of the death of her twin. You could tell, even from small glances, that she wasn’t sleeping well, and that she’d been crying a lot.

You couldn’t blame her of course.

She was in a new country, a new language and surrounded by people she didn’t really know, all on her own. You could only imagine how much easier it would have been of her brother had survived too, how she’d probably seem a lot more as ease, maybe even looked better than she did now.

you pitied her, you wanted her to be better than she was now, you wanted her to try and find a home in this new place.

You only had to find some way to help.

You originally attempted to go up to her when the team were training, though, at that point, she was mostly sticking with Rogers or Romanoff. Both of the Avengers were taking turns into teaching her the basics of hand-to-hand combat. Which, in result, meant that you didn't exactly get a chance to speak to her all that much.

So, your next thought was to try and caught her when she was wondering around the Compound. You tried to wonder around the Compound much more than you would usually, attempting to find Wanda around the base or catching her doing more mundane things that weren't just training.

Though, yet again, it was a failed attempted. After not running into her at all for a while, you asked Natasha where Wanda usually was, it turned out that she spent most of her time in her room.

The information only made you pity Wanda that much more. Even with everyone in the Compound, she still confined herself into her plain room, wallowing all alone. And you, the entire time, hadn't even thought about checking in on her while she was in her room!

And you call yourself an Avenger. You couldn't even think about a solution so simple.

Thus, you found yourself outside of her bedroom door one early evening. You lifted your hand and did three quick knocks on her door, you weren't entirely sure if she was going to let you in or not because the two of you had never really talked all that much.

You heard a faint 'come in' from inside of Wanda's room amongst the quiet TV noise as well, prompting you two open the creaking door, poking your head through for a moment before entering fully.

"Hello." You greeted with a small smile.

Wanda was sitting crossed legged at the end of her double bed, a pillow resting on her lap. She turned her head over her shoulder and looked over at you, there was a hint of shock in her eyes, as if she hadn't expected it to be you who knocked on her door.

"Hi." She responded, her voice quiet and hard to hear. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to check up on you." You said with a small shrug. "I don't see you all that often."

“I’ve been spending most of my time in here.” Wanda said with a quiet voice and a small shrug, every aspect of her mannerisms throughout the entire time being in the compound always seemed so shy and awkward.

You laughed faintly, scratching the back of your neck. “Oh, I’m aware, I’ve been trying to catch you around the compound.”

There was a moment of silence, but… not really. That was when you noticed the faint sound of the TV in her room, just opposite her bed. It was some sitcom, you didn’t know what it was, you didn’t really watch them.

Clearly, Wanda had noticed your yes drifting to the TV, "Do you know it?"

Your eyes snapped back to hers, before you shook your head. "Oh, no, no, I don't really watch Sitcoms. Not my thing."

"What's 'your thing'?" She asked, her gaze fixated onto yours, like the two of you were just simply unable to look away.

"Uhm..." You shrugged lightly, quietly wracking your brain for anything that you could think of on the spot. "Training?"

She was silent, giving you a quizzical look, before her lips pulled into a small grin, a soft, faint laugh escaping. "Training?"

You chuckled alongside the Sokovian, shrugging lightly. Maybe it was an embarrassing thing to say, but you got her to laugh and that was something. "Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want, but it got me here."

“You got bored?” Wanda asked quietly, her hands planted on her lap. “Is that why you trained in your free time?”

You shrugged lightly, there was a couple reasons, but they all seemed a little too silly to actually be a reason to spend most of time training instead of, well, figuring out what you actually wanted to do in your free time.

"Something like that." You said quietly, shrugging lightly.

Wanda was quiet, though, looking at you for a few moments that made you feel like she was trying to figure out what was going in your mind without actively using her powers, or maybe she was using her powers. You wouldn't really be able to tell.

You let out a forced laugh, shrugging it off once again. "I just... The reason I joined S.H.I.E.L.D. was because I lost... someone. Training was the main way I avoided thinking about it."

There was a silence between the two of you, she nodded slowly. She understood the pain of losing some, hell, she knew how it was to lose her entire family.

"I dunno." You cleared your throat anxiously. "There were other reasons of course, but... but that was the main reason."

You shrugged lightly, before continuing on again. “It helped the loneliness, I guess.”

Wanda stared at you for a few, short moments. She went to speak, but she thought about what she was going to say before she opened her mouth to speak again. "I don't know how to... get rid of the loneliness."

You frowned at her, but not out of disbelief or anything else, only out of pity. Though, that just made you feel a little shitty, pitying the girl with no family.

“You think talking would help?” You asked softly, you didn’t entirely known exactly how to help people, especially with grief over a lost loved one. You could barely manage your own emotions, but you knew that an offer to talk would be appreciated - most times.

She stared at you for a few moments, as if debating it.

“I might not exactly be able to help.” You explained with a small shrug. “But… talking about it might make you feel better.”

“The only thing that would make me feel better is seeing him.” Wanda quickly said, her voice already broken and quiet.

You let out a small breath, looking down for a moment. “I get that. I do. You wanna remember him, though, right?”

She didn’t speak up.

“Remembrance doesn’t always have to be… from seeing someone.” You said softly. “Talking about them, keeps the memory alive, keeps them alive.”

She still was quiet, though, this time, she didn’t meet your eyes again.

“Grief… is a funny thing.” You said with an amused breath. “Our minds grieve the absence of someone, or something, but we forget that there’s no true absence. We hold apart of that person in our hearts, our minds.”

“You think I still have Pietro here?” She asked, looking up at you with an almost look of confusion and disbelief.

“You do.” You responded with a quick nod. “You’ve spent every day with him, you grew up together. You’ll have things you’ll see in the streets that remind you of him, whether they made you laugh or pissed you off.”

A small grin pulled at her lips when you finished speaking, but she had quickly tried to hide it, as if she didn’t want to be seen smiling when she was grieving the loss of her twin.

“Grieving doesn’t have to be all sad.” You said softly. “And it’s not a set amount of time, and in that time you don’t have to be miserable all the time.”

Wanda was quiet for a couple moments, before she spoke up again. “I wake up… and I think he’s still alive, and I think I’m going to see him when I get out of bed.”

You let out a small breath, nodding slowly. “I do that too. With… my person.”

“Does it stop?” She asked slowly.

You were hesitant for a few moments. “I haven’t yet.”

She let out a small ‘oh’ sound.

“But… if it makes a difference, everyday it’s less.” You muttered faintly, looking over at her to try and see her eyes. “To a point where, you know that they’re not here.”

There was a short silence again, a running pattern with this whole interaction.

“That seems sad.” She said quietly. “To wake up and realise that they’re gone.”

“Yeah. I guess.” You replied faintly, looking down at your hands.

Your eyes focused on the show that Wanda had been watching before you came in, you didn’t know what the sitcom was, but there was a certain part that made you chuckle.

Wanda noticed your little laugh, her eyes focusing on the show as well. Her own lips pulled into a subtle smile, though, you were sure that she wasn’t going to show it yet because of the topic the two of you were just talking about.

“Are you used to living here yet?” You asked eventually, looking over at her again for a moment, be for turning your gaze to the tv again - it seemed easier to do that than to keep eye contact with her.

"It's... strange." She said, her words dragged out as if she was trying to find the correct words. Not only a way to describe how she was feeling, but also to not offend you in anyway.

You nodded slowly, letting a quiet laugh out. "I get that, it's so weird living with literal superheroes."

But Wanda shook her head, it wasn't even a hesitated shake of the head, it was quick, as if she immediately knew that she didn't agree, even in the slightest, to your statement.

"It's strange in a way that..." She paused, looking down at her hands in her lap as she searched for her words. "There's a lot of people here, and I'm not in Sokovia anymore.

You understandingly nodded, even though you couldn't fully understand how she was feeling as you had been living in America for a while now. "It's a new country, a new language, you mean? You're not used to it?"

Wanda nodded this time. "I mean, I know English, so it's not like I've been thrown into complete confusion."

You nodded, it was a non-verbal confirmation that you were listening. Understand, even if it was to a small extent.

"You're not at home anymore." You said faintly, your voice almost as a whisper for reasons unknown to you.

This time, she nodded. She looked over at you and attempted a smile, but her eyes were a dead give away at how broken she felt inside. You could, really, only give her small nod.

"I understand, kind of." You said softly, but then shrugged lightly. "Not to the same extent, but... I understand having to leave home. I think a lot of us do, y'know?"

She let out a faint hum, one you had to really near to her to be able to hear. Everyone here had a familiar story of grief, hatred and sorrow, not all the same, but the one thing you all had in common was the emotion side of it. Sometimes, it was daunting, but, other times, it was comforting.

"I already know that." She said, there was some weight to her words, but you could hear the underlying hint of amusement in her words, buried under all that sadness.

She did know, she did look through everyone minds, after all, yours included.

You didn't comment, however.

"It'll get better." You said after a few moments of awkward silence, the only sound being heard again is the sit-com Wanda was watching.

"Eventually."

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ivyasproperty · 2 months ago

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You take my breath away.

wanda.m x fem!reader, wanda.m x vision, natasha.r x reader ( platonic, brief )

summary — you can't help with the way you feel, it's like you're being pulled towards her. but all you can do is watch from afar as she falls into his arms and your lungs can't help but grow with roses.

warning(s) — vision ( yes he is a warning. ), hanahaki disease, angst to fluff, i think that's it..

word count : 2.1k

A/N : this is my first fic! let me know if you have any suggestions or advice cuz i think i'd rlly need it >< enjoy!!! xoxo

men / minors dni!

You watched in silence as Wanda was once again swept away in his arms. She was once again cancelling movie night on you to go on a date with Vision. You'd expected this, her leaving you by yourself as she has the time of her life with the love of her life. As much as you wanted to hate her, you couldn't. Your heart longed for her.

As you watched Wanda get ready for her date with Vision, you couldn't help but feel breathless, but you didn't care, since you already knew the reason why. But maybe it was because of how stunning she looked tonight, her red satin dress reached her ankles, paired with black heels that elevated her look. She looked like she'd just got back from the met gala or something. You couldn't stay for long though, as your throat started to itch and you started getting the urge to cough.

You couldn't ignore it forever. The roses in your lungs were growing like vines climbing up an old tree. The petals red, just like her favorite color. It was quite ironic, you thought. The rose petals always reminded you of her whenever you coughed them up. The vibrant red of the them would always bring a smile of sadness on your face. You loved and hated it, you loved it because it reminded you of her, but hated it because you knew she didn't love you back.

You and Wanda had met before she even joined the avengers. You were a Hydra experiment, just like her. Whenever they would want to hurt her, drag her or maybe do even unspeakable things to her, you'd always be by her side to defend her, receiving the gruesome acts instead. After all the beating up, Wanda would always come out of the corner she scurried off to after yo defended her, checking up on your wounds, both physical and mental wounds. After making sure you weren't injured to the fact you'd bleed out, she'd pinky-promise you that'd she get you guys out of there. You always felt a fluttering feeling in your stomach whenever your pinky finger connected with hers, but you never thought much of it at the time since being locked in since you were a child, you never really knew what the feeling of love was.

After the Ultron incident and being accepted as avengers, Natasha Romanoff took you under her wing, training you and taking care of you whenever you felt like shit after Wanda dumped you to be with Vision. You couldn't understand why you were so upset at that, so you confided to Natasha about your feelings, she had told you with a pitying smile that you were in love, deeply in love in fact. You felt blood rush to your cheeks, you've never felt love, especially not when you were with Hydra, so this feeling was still new to you.

Back to the present, it was a few months after that conversation. You had already excused yourself to the bathroom multiple times to cough out the pedals. You bet that you would've been able to make an entire bouquet of flowers with the amount you had spit out. You felt light headed from all the blood you coughed up as well, and it showed because of your pale skin and dry lips. Wanda still hadn't realized though, too engrossed in picking out which necklace would bring out her jade-green eyes. 'The necklace on the right', you would've said, if not only for the roses climbing up your throat. You couldn't bear it anymore, running to the bathroom with teary eyes.

Wanda watched you bolt off with concern, her worried eyes watching you as you locked yourself in the bathroom once again. She sighed, not knowing what was wrong with you. She didn't want to read your mind, knowing it would be an invasion of your privacy, she'd pinky-promised you ( once again ) that she would never use her powers against you. She sighed once again, checking the time on her phone, realizing it was almost time for Vision to pick her up. She called out to you, telling you she was leaving, but received no reply. She frowned at that, no matter where you were in her apartment, be it the kitchen, the bathroom or her bedroom, you'd always reply to her. She left feeling a heaviness in her heart, not knowing why.

Once you heard the front door close, you started to cough more loudly, more violently. You held back when she was still in hearing-radius, and being the kind person you are, didn't want to worry her, so you kept your mouth shut. As you coughed up the pedals that were increasing by the day, you couldn't help but notice a new detail. Roots. Roots were starting to be coughed up. 'Not too long now', you thought. You've been preparing yourself for the worst already, knowing the end was unescapable. Hey, maybe when you do die, you could have a nice chat with your long-term friend, Lady Death. You'd had met Rio multiple times, on mission or when you were at Hydra. The near death experiences were no stranger to you.

Your coughs were loud enough to be heard from the kitchen, but you didn't care. Wanda wasn't here anyway, she was with Vision. Just thinking of him brought a different bitter taste to your mouth. You would always think to yourself, what does he have that you don't? Maybe it was that stupid stone in his head. But as long as Wanda was happy, you'd be satisfied. You continued to cough and spit out blood and roses, not knowing Wanda had come back inside the apartment after realizing she left her wallet behind.

As Wanda entered her apartment, she could hear the violent coughs you were letting out. She ran to the bathroom door, knocking violently, asking if you were okay. You wanted to reply to her, but you couldn't let out any noise besides the sounds of your coughing. You felt tears roll down your cheeks, not wanting Wanda to hear your suffering. If Wanda wasn't worried when she heard your violent coughing, she was worried now as she heard your not only coughing, but wheezing through the door now. She didn't know what happened to her but she felt a surge through her, and before you knew it, she had ripped the door down. Her gaze quickly laid on you, and the roses in the toilet bowl. She knew right away what it meant. You looked at her, bewildered at the fact she had just ripped her door down. You followed her gaze to the toilet bowl, now noticing another new detail. Or maybe details, plural tense would suit it better anyway since they were not only leaves but thorns too. It was a full and complete rose at this point.

Wanda got on her knees, not caring that her dress might've ripped from the impact. She shouted at you, telling you to tell her who did this to you. You looked at her with you tear stained cheeks and bloody lips, giving her a tight lipped smile which you'd showed her so many times. You heard another pair of footsteps not too long later, looking up just to see Vision. 'Oh, that's right, they were supposed to go on a date', you thought, you couldn't help but look at Wanda with a blank stare, the ringing in your ears too loud to hear what she was saying, or shouting, you couldn't tell. And before you knew it, all you could see was pitch black.

You woke up to the blinding lights of the medical room in the compound, you were used to it, being in here multiples times after missions has made you feel at peace in the quiet atmosphere. You could hear the faint beeping of the heart monitor, but you weren't focused on that, what you were focused on was the weight on your side.

You craned your neck down, surprised to see a sleeping Wanda by your side, you couldn't help the fluttering in your chest from coming back, but that feeling very quickly turned to confusion. Wasn't she supposed to be on a date with her dearly beloved toaster? ( i couldn't help it. ) You looked around the room, your eyes laying on the clock, ' 9.30 PM' it read. You looked back at Wanda, surprised to see her already awake and looking back at you. Her eyes quickly welled with tears, knowing she almost lost you to some disease caused by one sided love. She didn't know why but she felt like her world had almost crashed down on her when you passed out on the bathroom floor with petals and roots still in your mouth. She had never felt that upset before in her life, ever. Not even when she had to blow a whole through Visions head, which she didn't do after finding a way to stop Thanos without killing her love. But she felt on edge, she had never felt this upset before. Not with Vision, which was supposed to be her soulmate, but with you, her partner in crime, her defender, her best friend. Wanda didn't know why but she felt a sting when she said the last term. It was then that she realized, she was in love with you. Not with Vision, but with you, she always had, and always will she concluded.

"Who is it?" "What? What do you mean?", you replied. "The person you're in love with, whoever they are, they're a full for not loving you back. Because of them you have this diseas-", you tuned out her voice halfway through her sentence, sure watching her rambling on was cute as hell, but you were focused on her worried face, why was she worried? Sure you were her best friend, but there was a different look on her usual worried face, it was as if it was full of love.... 'No, it can't be', you thought. But your thoughts were cut off as yo were sent into another coughing fit. Wanda shut up immediately and assisted in your breathing with her powers, the itchiness and soreness of your throat fading away, but still lingering there.

"Why are you here?", you said. "What do you mean why am I here? You literally passed out on my bathroom floor!" "Yeah, all because of you!", you shouted. You looked at her with widen eyes after realizing what you had said, she had the exact same expression on her face. "M-me? What do you mean because of me?" You looked away, not wanting to face her. Wanda clearly didn't like that, and used her fingers to grip you chin to make you look at her. Her eyes screamed at you for an explanation. You sighed, guess it was time to finally let the cat out of the bag. "Fine, the reason I even have this godforsaken disease is because of you. Yes, you. Don't act as if you're so surprised, you should've known, but no! You were too busy spending your oh so precious time with some red fucking toaster. Do you not get it Wanda? I love yo-" You couldn't even register your surroundings as Wanda pulled you in for a kiss, the feeling of her soft pink lips colliding with yours was a feeling you never wanted to forget.

After parting lips, you looked at her in a daze. Wanda lightly giggled at that, your dazed look embedded into her mind. "W-what was that?! What about Vision!? Why are you even here anyway, you're supposed to be on a dat-" "Do you ever stop talking about him? I cancelled the date with Vision, I never loved him, I've always loved you." You looked at her, still trying to register her words, after doing so, you started to panic, just as you were about to say something, you felt your chest become lighter, the itchiness and soreness in your throat disappearing into thin air. The amount of fresh air caused you to cough again, not used to breathing in fresh air after such a long time.

The feeling of fresh air in your lungs caused to to look up after your coughing fit, looking at Wanda with shocked eyes. She looked at you with a smile that screamed just what you wanted it to scream, "I love you, I always have, I always will". You didn't hesitate to pull her in for another kiss, one that took both her and your breath away, but in a good way.

She was finally yours, your Wanda. And you were finally hers, her defender, her hero.

A/N : i had so much fun writing this!!! i hope you guys enjoyed this, but since this is my first fic there's for sure some errors, feel free to give any advice or suggestions!!!

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x vision #wanda x vision #wanda maximoff #marvel #hanahaki disease #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x you #ivyawrites.ᐟ #first post

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pandagirl45 · 11 months ago

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Ultron: *sees the Easter bunny mascot*

Tony: *holds ultron running out quickly*

Bucky: *following them out*

[Ultron cried for at least 2 hours when they got home. They had nuggets for dinner.]

(Ultron has a fear of the Easter bunny outfits)

#tony stark #bucky barnes #winteriron #tony stark x bucky barnes #incorrect marvel quotes #ultron #ultron is their child #uliss “ultron” stark barnes #headcanons #ultron has a fear of easter bunnies

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pandagirl45drawing · 1 year ago

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Christmas with the StarkBucks family

:D More to it. 15 here and 16 in the next patch, this was an easier upload

#winteriron #ultron stark-barnes #marvel ultron #buckytony #bucky barnes #tony stark #ultron is their child #drawcember #old art

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to-be-a-dreamer · 4 months ago

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I do acknowledge that the Marvel writers were, to a certain extent, trapped in production hell when it came to adapting Clint Barton into the MCU and I do appreciate the glimpses of his comic personality that they managed to sneak into the MCU. Some of my favorites include but are not limited to:

“Look the city is-is flying. The city is flying. We’re fighting an army of robots. And I have a bow and arrow. None of this makes sense”

When faced with a completely unknown opponent who’s clearly some kind of enhanced the middle of a fight: “We haven’t met yet, I’m Clint.”

“Nobody would know. Nobody. Last I saw him an Ultron was sitting on him. Yeah I miss him already that quick little bastard.”

“Unfortunately, he’s still Barton” “Oh that’s terrible” Because he’s a little SHIT

“You’re no match for him Cap.” “Thanks Barton”

Hits a bullseye on the dart board half a centimeter from Tony’s face with absolutely no warning just because he can

In THE maximum security prison getting lectured by Tony Stark: “Blah blah blah…”

Actively lying on the floor after getting his shit rocked by a child: “Yeah you better run.”

Smugly, towards the aforementioned child: “What? You didn’t see that coming?”

Doesn’t tell his teammates that he’s taking them to his secret farmhouse in the middle of nowhere where he has a secret family. Also does not tell his wife that he’s bringing the entire Avengers lineup to her house. Because he’s a dramatic bitch with abysmal communication skills.

Does a stupid little dramatic flourish just to shoot an arrow into the fucking wall in front of literally no one but Wanda. Just for funsies.

Is played by Jeremy Renner, who I can’t Google without learning about his latest life-threatening injury. On brand.

Turns his hearing aids off at a bad musical

“Good thing they call you HawkEYE and not HawkEAR” “Hahaha. Block. Delete.” (100% did not block and delete)

Casually boards the subway after a whole entire car chase

“And the Challenger gets wrecked anyway!”

“How’s my apartment?” “…crispy”

“Sorry Santa!”

“You rely too much on technology” “Well my weapon of choice is a stick and a string”

“I’ve been taking karate since I was five” “Oh so last year?”

“Oh hey… I know you” Casually hands over the most powerful weapon in the universe.

To an actual literal chipmunk after he just jumped out the window of a skyscraper and landed in the Time Square Christmas tree “…hey”

“Clint where are you?” “I’m in the tree!” “What? Which tree?” “THE three!”

#he’s still a little shit bastard in the MCU they just covered it up with so much shield agent competent family man that it gets lost #but HES IN THERE #let him OUT #let’s be real a lot of his lines are pretty good it’s just that they directed renner to say it in the super serious secret agent voice #instead of the dry wit i-haven’t-had-a-single-meal-other-than-coffee-in-36-hours energy we all know and love #lbr if he was played by a mid-20s guy who looks like he hasn’t slept since 1992 it would have fixed at least 30% of their problems #lmk if anyone wants to hear my thoughts on the MCU’s efforts to salvage comics clint with the disney plus series #hawkeye #clint barton #mcu #marvel #saframbles

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drghostwrite · 1 year ago

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Dark Nights

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x preg!wife!reader

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"You can't ask that of her!" Natasha yelled across the table. You were both called into a conference room with Fury and agent Hill, they were talking about a last-minute mission though your wife was concerned about your approaching due date. While they argued and Maria played referee you found yourself staring out the window of the large conference room a million things running through your mind, one hand running along your bump as your baby kicked.

"And who are you to decide that?" Nick Fury shot back at the other agent.

"I'm her wife." Nat responded.

"Oh because that's stopped other agents before." He responded

"Fury you know I respect you but that's my wife, the mother of my child, our unborn child that in case you haven't noticed she's carrying."

"Okay, okay, before this goes any farther... How about we ask Y/N, she is sitting right here." Maria finally spoke up, motioning to your distracted form.

"Y/N?" you're wife gently called.

You rubbed a hand over your eyes trying to clear your head taking in a gasp before refocusing your eyes on them, "If and I mean IF I were to agree to this what all would it entail?"

"Well that..."

"No I want full disclosure, no more confidentiality and clearance levels, if I'm doing this and potentially putting my life and the life of my unborn child on the line I need to know everything." Nat sat next to you and turned to Fury.

"We had a situation a few years back, an agency that's been working against SHEILD, they used to be a part of Hydra but they reformed, they have recruited agaents and took over one of our smaller compounds, though it's to be evacuated this week to keep their identities a secret, we need someone to get in ther."

"That's where I asked why they picked you with being on leave."

"My main concern isn't getting you in, it's the systems on the inside, all the coders did was build into the SHEILD mainframe, they have no access to us but they have similar systems so I need someone that's a trained agent, and good with the computers, it would be in and out, need to know basis, all I need you to do is get in, crash their systems and get out."

"So that's where I come in?"

"Exactly."

"Okay, in and out, only on the condition that you do have agents on site and Natasha is in the command center, I want her in my ear at all times."

"Whatever gets you onboard, let's get you briefed and prepped for the field." Fury said.

---time jump---

You turned down the hallway, dimly lit by soft baseboard lights, you turned another corner but quickly pushed back when you saw two guards stationed outside the control room, any other time you would've just incapacitated them both but being 36 weeks pregnant wasn't helping you much.

"Natasha?"

"Y-Y/N? I'm r-r-ri-ght here what'sss go-going on-n?" The intercoms were breaking up which meant your job was going to get that much harder. "Two guards outside the command room, change of plans."

"Detka please, be careful."

"Will do, intercoms are getting scratchy, if this is it till I get out of here, I love you Natasha."

You made the decision that if you couldn't get in the control room you could still shut it down remotely, so you backtracked and took some different turns stumbling upon the old director's office, silently patting yourself on the back and opening the door.

You walked over to the desk, and brushed your hand along the command bar that's built into the desk, the hovering screens flashed to life. You swiped moving the screens around, they asked for your password and thanked Tony Stark for giving you a built in back door, when Ultron took over he built a back pathway that allowed you access but nothing was associated to you as a person so you had access to the entire system without anyones knowledge. You quickly started working pulling up the mainframe and started untagling the mess the rebellion had created, you were so close to unraveling the whole thing when you felt a sharp pain running through your abdomen.

You stopped in your tracks waiting to see if it was just your imagination, but then another one, this time catching you off guard causing you to keel over using the desk for support. "shit, shit, shit... this can't be happening." you said worry flooding your features, you tried calming yourself but you knew what this could mean.

"Natasha?" You called over the intercoms, but no response so you tried again but you realized there was no signal, you were alone and going into labor. You thought about backtracking and alerting them but as you went to exit the office you heard footsteps, quickly swiping the screens dark again you watched as the guards walked by standing next to the door frozen, you felt the warm liquid running down your legs and realized that this was it, the night just went from dangerous to deadly if you didn't get help quickly. Your water just broke and you were by yourself in an enemy compound with no way to communicate with anyone outside.

You cringed as another contraction took over your body pressing a hand tightly under your swollen bump, "Oh baby not now, please not now." you brought the screens back up typing rapidly, taking the mainframe down meant potentially setting off a bunch of alarms which meant that you would be exposing yourself in the height of labor.

"Okay wait if this is built into the SHEILD mainframe I can get ahold of your other mommy...Oh God..." Another contraction took over, you slid to the floor, pulling out your phone you connected it to the computer sending an "SOS" to Nat hoping that she would get it in time.

"Okay baby, this is me and you until we get help, so I'm gonna need you to slow down a little bit." you ran a hand over your bump closing your eyes and leaning against the strong desk.

You moved quickly into the adjoining room moving into the corner, grimacing at the pain of your baby trying to make it's way into the world, "God you're as impatient as your mother...Nnngghh."

You heard the door to the office start to open and held your breath, hearing light footsteps, and saw as a light scanned the room.

"Y/N... detka are you in here?" you heard a whispering voice call out.

"Natasha?" you called, you listened as hurried footsteps moved towards you, the door swung open revealing your wife. As she looked in on you her worst fears coming true, she quickly got down in front of you, running a hand soothingly along your thigh.

"Y/N what's going on?"

"It-it's the baby...Nnghh, Natasha our baby is coming," you said and tears started to fall, you were a trained agent one of the best to ever step foot in SHIELD, you were an Avenger a super soldier, but in this moment you were scared out of your mind.

"Um, okay baby it's okay."

"M-my water broke...we need to get out of here"

"Okay, Y/N it'll all be okay, Maria is outside getting a hold of Steve she's calling in a rescue team, you know Bucky will be breaking down that door as soon as he finds out."

"I-I cannghh..." you gripped her hand throwing your head back gritting through a contraction, "I got you baby, just breathe."

"Nat this is happening now."

"Okay, then let's do this." she said as you slowly shook your head agreeing with her.

"Okay, my pants you gotta help me." you said pushing at the waistband, she quickly hooked her fingers in your pants pulling them off along with your panties and laying them to the side.

"Y/N, I can see it... I can see the head."

"Whaa- no I-I no this wasn't supposed to happen like this... Nat I can't do this... Hhahh, I can't do this."

"Y/N Romanoff yes you can, you are my wife, one of the strongest people I know I've never once seen you back down from a challenge or a threat and you protect the ones you love so fiercely, I never once doubted starting a family with you, so if anyone knows, I do. I know that you can do this."

"Woouuu...Nnghh." you tried but these contractions were getting closer and closer, "I-I need to push."

"Okay, follow your body." you pushed, your nails digging into Natasha's shoulder as she was bent down in between your legs, she was reassuring you while you fought through a few more contractions.

"Okay Y/N head is out, just a couple more and we meet our baby." you tried to answer but the contractions were too close, you pushed a couple more times before your wife was holding your newborn in her arms.

"It's a girl, we have a baby girl." you listened as her cries filled the room, you started feeling lightheaded.

"Natasha I don't feel so good."

"Y/N, I-Y/N..." she said noticing the blood, you were bleeding fast and she realized that you needed to get out of there asap.

She heard as the door to the office crashed in, "Y/N! Natasha!" you heard Bucky yell out, he moved around the room and stopped outside the door hearing your newborn daughter's cries, he opened it coming in.

"Is that?"

"Yes." Natasha said tears in her eyes, and he quickly realized how dire the situation was.

"Bucky, she, the blood..."

"Okay let's go I got her." He quickly picked you up making sure you were covered and started out the door. Natasha saw the screens still live and hit the execute button, running our behind Bucky with your baby in her arms.

46 hours later and the mission had been executed, you were finally awake and safely at your home holding your baby girl, Natasha was next to you holding you both in her arms, you had minor hemorrhaging after the birth but luckily had some of the best doctors around, meaning you made it out almost completely unscathed and with a perfectly healthy baby girl. Though you and Nat quickly agreed that next time there would be no last-minute missions so close to your due date.

#x yn #pregnancy #giving birth #mcu natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes #marvel x reader #nick fury #maria hill #the avengers

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wndaswife · 2 years ago

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a change in you | wanda maximoff & gn!reader

A strong friendship had developed between you and Wanda after she moved to the compound, but ever since you'd gotten a girlfriend, she grew distant and abrasive without explanation.

Word count: 5228

Tags: smut, angst, jealousy, fluff, fingering, this was written in september and i needed to get it out of drafts, so there will be stylistic differences, sub!wanda maximoff, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.

gif credit to creator.

“What do you like about sitcoms?” you asked Wanda, looking over to her as you lifted a handful of popcorn to your mouth. She was leaning against you, your head resting atop hers as her eyes were focused on the black-and-white scene in front of her. Your cheek was pressed against the top of Wanda’s head, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo.

Wanda shrugged, reaching up to take a few pieces of popcorn from your hand instead of the large bowl laying in her lap. “I’ve always liked them,” she answered. You loved hearing about Wanda’s childhood, the life she held so dearly to her heart.

Beyond the Strucker experiments, beyond HYDRA and Ultron, beyond being an Avenger, Wanda Maximoff had an innate devotion to love and be loved in return. Everyone she had ever loved and lost were held deep within her. Wanda was driven by those lucky enough to be loved by her, driven to appease, to create a universe within your busy lives for the two of you. The reason she fought, dreamt, and lived was for the profound depths that laid beyond the guises of being a fighter, formed with the intention of filling it with a life surrounded by family.

Watching sitcoms became a tradition for the two of you at the end of the week, cuddled up under mounds of thick blankets and snacks that you introduced Wanda to. Tonight, it was something simple- Maltesers and popcorn.

“As a child, my family would drop everything to watch sitcoms together. My father worked all day. My mother homeschooled Pietro and I,” Wanda recalled. “We were poor. My parents tried their best to make a life for us. When we sat together in front of the television at the end of the day, it was one of the only times I felt like we were a normal family. Like a better future was plausible.”

She lifted her head from your shoulder and looked up at you. With a smile that never ceased to make your heart swell, she said, “And now, it’s a tradition for us.”

That was a month ago, and the last time you and Wanda spent time together.

Wanda left the communal kitchen and lounge area whenever you entered the room. She never answered when you knocked on her bedroom door. During meetings and conferences, she would choose not to sit by you, and if she had no choice but to take the seat beside you, she wouldn’t utter a word to you nor even meet your eyes. Sometimes she’d even choose to stand for the meetings entirety.

You’d gotten Natasha to speak with Wanda for you, and that seemed innocent enough until she brought you up.

Maybe someone detached from the Avenger life would be more effective in getting information from Wanda. You asked Marie to speak to her for you.

Marie was your girlfriend who you’d only just started seeing. She was funny and big-hearted, and insanely smart. You had met her on a mission while she was interning for the Avengers’ lead nursing team. Despite everything, Wanda hated her, and that wasn’t an exaggeration.

You’d heard from some of the others that she’d been talking badly about her ever since the day you got Marie to approach Wanda while she was making lunch for herself. The things you’d heard that Wanda said about her was entirely uncharacteristic of her. She was never like this before.

She’d done a complete one-eighty — one day she had been cuddling up to you on a Friday night like you’d always done with her, then avoiding you all at once and telling your mutual friends that Marie was a gold-digging whore who only wanted you for your title as an Avenger.

Wanda’s validation of your relationship was evidently important to you, yet you didn’t question why it was for a moment through the weeks you craved her approval of Marie. What lay in deep slumber like a sleeping dragon within you beyond layers of confusion and frustration was something you would’ve classified as heartbreak if you had paid any mind to it. You found it was easier on you to be shrouded in infuriated shadows rather than to feel the pain of having Wanda turn on you the way she had, like the flick of a switch as if you had meant nothing to her.

Months of movie nights and conversations and hours spent comforting her and making her laugh- was it no more than a fleeting memory? Had Wanda always intended it to be this way?

Sightings of the Sokovian became scarce. She had taken up a significant amount of missions despite Steve’s advising against it as she volunteered to be dispatched for the smallest of expeditions. Even the Avengers had their working hours, and ever since she’d met Marie, Wanda had been working overtime. When she wasn’t on missions, she was out.

Always out.

Even while Wanda hadn’t been seen by you in days, Marie refused to come around the compound anymore. She was a particularly conflict-avoidant woman, and once she got word of what Wanda had been saying about her, Marie told you that she refused to intrude into Wanda’s territory any longer. The distance was putting a strain on your relationship with her.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen Marie since Wanda’s criticisms of your girlfriend reached you, because you had. You often met with her outside the compound in the city, or her apartment in Queens. But it wasn’t enough to patch whatever rifts had formed between the two of you. Perhaps it was also the tension Wanda had put on your relationship; the strange wire you were walking on while both evading confronting Wanda and wanting to defend your girlfriend.

Wanda was your best friend, and she still was, wasn’t she? If there was a chance to talk about what she had said about Marie as friends rather than people deluded by misinterpretation and blind anger, then you would take it. You just had to wait for the chance to come.

But as time went on, waiting for Wanda to apologise and anticipating to see her in the hallways one day, your relationship with Marie only continued to slowly fracture, from her cancelling plans to ignoring your calls entirely. Not only was time for Wanda running out, but you had quickly grown tired of waiting for her as it became clear that she wasn’t going to approach you or take her words back.

You weren’t sure why Wanda had stopped talking to you, why she had suddenly belittled your partner, or why she had completely flipped a switch on you, but you had no more patience in waiting for answers. You needed one, at least. If Wanda could tell you why she had given up on her friendship with you, things would be easier. If she refused to befriend you, even without rationalisation, you would build up from there. An answer — that was all you needed.

There were no missions today, no excursions, no errands that needed to be done that Wanda could take up as an excuse for avoiding you. When you asked her room neighbour, Vision told you she had left early in that morning and was yet to return. You had even asked him if he knew what was wrong with her, and he simply told you that she was concerned for you. Within his ever wise and omniscient advice, he told you that you should’ve considered how distressed she was, how heavy conflict could be for particularly-affected individuals.

Bullshit.

Wanda wasn’t ‘distressed.’ She was being a bitch, and you had enough of waiting for her to take responsibility for what she's done and be a good person, to apologise for what she said. Because she wouldn’t on her own.

You pushed open the doors of the compound’s training room. Clashing metal echoed through the illustrious room, filled with ever-updating technology and machines set up solely for training and practice. The newest addition to the gymnasium was the holopad. It was a four-dimensional holographic platform for hand-to-hand combat training.

You rounded the training room’s equipment to see the holopad being used, a figure of flashing red and ivory white reducing Ultron bots to holographic pixels. His familiar robotic voice spoke gibberish as they approached Wanda from all angles.

She was quicker than she had been during the battle in Sokovia. Her senses were peaked, her fingers flexing and her arms outstretched to take the approaching holograms by their heads, detaching them from their necks. Pixelated metal torsos were ripped from their bodies, robotic cries of defeat echoed against the otherwise empty room as their bodies dissipated and formed new training targets.

One of the program’s more impressive feats was that the user could program for the machine to conjure any adversary. Sometimes, for Tony, it was Steve. For Wanda, Ultron. But today, you expected for the pixelated opponents to be of Marie’s face.

You approached the holopad, standing at the base of its staircase before calling Wanda’s name out.

The sudden noise made her flinch, breaking her focus and allowing the Ultron bots to reach her. Their holographic arms permeated her body, causing a myriad of colours to reflect against her before the holopad flashed red and reset to its blank state.

She looked down at you, panting as she steadied her breath. Wanda pushed her hair back and looked down to her hands to take her gloves off, sensory coverings that helped the pad tell where her hands were and the magic she was using as she fought. Wanda stepped down from the platform, velcro sounding loudly as she slipped the black gloves off and laid them on the control tablet’s stand.

“What do you want?” she asked in vexation, placing her hands on her hips and staring straight at you. She was wearing black leggings and a grey tank, strands of dark hair slick against her forehead.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?“ you snapped, taking a step towards her, demanding an answer even through the way you approached her.

Wanda feigned ignorance, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She turned to pick her water bottle up from the floor, but you took hold of her wrist, forcing her to straighten and face you again.

“You called my girlfriend a gold-digging whore,” you reminded her with a scowl. Wanda forced her wrist out of your hold at the mention of Marie.

“And?” she retorted, her head tipping to the side, daring you to argue with her.

You scoffed, and Wanda bristled, almost disappointed you weren’t more angry. “And?” you repeated incredulously. Wanda’s eyebrows raised expectantly. “We didn’t do anything to you.”

Stiff lines formed on either side of Wanda’s jaw as she clenched her teeth, her eyes widening in apparent fury. She shouted as if the basic foundations of a relationship were unheard of by her, “We? Is that what you and Marie are now? You care about what she thinks?”

You shrugged with your palms upturned, your expression frozen in disbelief. “I don’t know, Wanda. Did you think things would be the same after we started dating?”

The muscles in Wanda’s neck flexed, her nostrils flaring as she exhaled heavily, her body trembling with restrained anger. She turned suddenly, picking up her waterbottle and speeding past you in a furious delirium.

You followed after her, picking up speed as Wanda did as she tried to flee from your vicinity. “We’re not doing this again! We’re not just going to stop talking for weeks, just for me to have to chase after you like this!” you called from behind her.

“Chasing after me? You’re such a mess,” Wanda scoffed as she pushed the gym’s doors open, not bothering to hold it open for you. It nearly crashed into your face and you stuck your hands out to catch it, pushing it forward and slamming it against the adjacent wall as you glowered at Wanda from behind. You followed Wanda into the hallway leading into the changing rooms and showers.

Your hand made contact with her shoulder and you pulled her back, spinning her around and causing her to stumble until she steadied herself to face you. The tears forming in your eyes made Wanda’s angry veil crack momentarily. “Why are you acting like this?” you asked her, your voice breaking. Having been masked with Marie’s company and utter confusion for the last month, the sorrow of losing Wanda from your life took seeing her in person to set in.

Wanda’s eyes flickered between both of yours. Her expression softened but her resolve did not. “I don’t understand why you care about me so much, Y/N. You have… Marie,” she whispered out, trying to meet your eyes through your glassy tears. The very act of saying your girlfriend’s name was an obvious struggle for her.

You wiped your eyes with the back of your wrists and laughed humorlessly. “Wanda…” you mumbled out. Your hands dropped to your sides and you met her eyes, the most sincere the two of you have been in weeks. “It doesn’t matter who else I have in my life. It never would’ve mattered. You’re you. Marie is Marie.”

She shook her head, her eyes not leaving yours for a moment. “What are you trying to say?” she asked you cluelessly.

“I mean that I missed you, and all you were doing was avoiding me no matter how hard I tried to get your attention. Do you regret getting close to me?”

Wanda inhaled shakily, her shoulders raising. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug and closing her eyes. “I missed you too,” she said into your hair, squeezing you tighter. “Y/N, you don’t understand.”

Anger scorched up your throat and you pushed Wanda away, causing her to stumble backwards. “What don’t I understand, Wanda? You can’t just keep doing this to me.”

“No, Y/N, I—“

“I don’t want to hear anymore bullshit.”

“It’s not! Stop interrupting me and listen.”

You pushed past her anyways, your eyes brimming with tears as your vision became clouded. To have Wanda see you like this, someone who was perfectly fine with pretending you didn’t exist for a month, was certain death.

Four words suddenly blurted out from behind you, attaching chains to your ankles and stopping you where you stood.

“Y/N, I love you.”

Your chin met your shoulder as you looked back at Wanda. Her shoulders were raised, her posture tense as her fists clenched.

“I love you,” she repeated, and you saw her shoulder raise when she inhaled sharply.

You turned around completely, your body facing hers. “I heard you,” you answered. Wanda might’ve fled the room in tears had it not been for the confused furrow of your eyebrows and the trembling of your bottom lip.

“I wished—” Wanda’s mouth shut and she swallowed before correcting herself, “I wish you had never met Marie. I wish you had never started dating her.” The confession spilled from beyond her lips as if it was hastily scripted, her words’ intentions clear but her execution painfully poor.

“You really don’t like her…?” you questioned meekly.

An exasperated sigh escaped from Wanda, her entire body deflating as you continued to misunderstand her. “I don’t like her,” she said. “She’s not good enough for you. Not funny or that smart.”

Your hand raised to your forehead and you massage your temple with your thumb. Your arm fell to your side and you looked straight ahead at Wanda with helpless eyes.

She was taking steps towards you without warning after dropping her waterbottle to the floor, not giving you a moment to even stumble backwards before one of Wanda’s hands wrapped around the back of your neck, her other coming up to cup your cheek. She pulled you against her, crushing your lips against hers bruisingly. You watched her eyes screw together tightly before your own eyes fluttered shut.

Your hands found her hips and you pulled her against you.

Desperate groans and greedy moans were exchanged into your mouths between warm pants. Without conscious volition, your hands began to roam Wanda’s body, taking your best friend in ways you had never before as your hands ran up her back, gripping her sides with possession that made Wanda melt.

You disconnected from Wanda’s swollen lips and leaned down to bury your face into the crook of her neck, her soft hair shrouding your face as you peppered wet kisses up the side of her neck. You could feel the vibrations of her moans against your lips.

“Y/N,” Wanda whimpered your name out. Your tongue ran flush up Wanda’s neck, making her shiver and stumble in your hold before your lips reached her jaw and you sucked at her skin. You found yourself walking forward, leaving Wanda to stagger backwards in attempts to catch up with you and avoid tripping. She was led backwards until her back was pressed against something firm, and she was trapped firmly between you and the wall.

You raised your head and looked at Wanda, a small smile pulling at your lips at the sight of her dishevelled hair and flushed cheeks. “I love you too, Wanda,” you finally told her, your forehead pressed against hers as she looked at you.

Wanda was an enigma. Truly. Her eyes began to well in warm tears and her head hung as she cried into your chest. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” she sobbed. “I missed you so much. It was so painful to… But I didn’t know what else to do.” Your hands raised from her waist and you wrapped your arms around Wanda’s trembling shoulders, hushing her softly as she continued to cry. “I couldn’t stand seeing you with her, to know that I could never be what she is to you.”

Pulling away from her enough to cup her cheek and tilt her head up, you kissed Wanda’s tear-stained cheeks. “You are everything to me. With someone else or not, I love you, Wanda. I always will,” you said, your thumb stroking her cheekbone gently. “I shouldn’t have let you feel that way.”

“Don’t,” she argued. Wanda buried her face into the crook of your neck and closed her eyes. Her arms were wrapped around your waist and you wondered if she’d ever let go. You imagined that having Wanda hanging onto your waist until the end of time wouldn’t be such a bad thing. “I don’t want to think about that anymore,” Wanda muttered. She whispered, “Just be with me.”

“Always,” you replied. Your hand cradled the back of Wanda’s head, your other arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulling her into a tight hug.

After a few silent moments of being embraced by one another, Wanda pulled away from you, slipping out from between you and the wall with a small sniffle. Her arm that was wrapped around your waist fell to her side before she took your hand in hers. With a smile that made your heart swell, as it had hundreds of times before like it would in your future, Wanda led you forward. She pushed open the door to the shower room and the two of you walked in, passing Wanda’s locker and handfuls of others while you followed behind her and watched the swaying of her long dark hair.

Once arriving at one of the showers, Wanda pushed the shower curtain open and turned the shower’s hot water on. While steam began clouding around the two of you, Wanda let go of your hand and undressed. Eye contact was only broken with you when she pulled her shirt over her head. Her ivory skin glistened with a thin layer of shower steam and she stepped towards you when she was simply in her bra and underwear.

Your hands rounded her body as you undid her bra while Wanda tugged at your pants’ waistband before it fell to the ground. Her bra slipped from her shoulders and it dropped on top of your pants. You wrapped an arm around her hips and leaned down to press a kiss to the valley of her breasts. Wanda looked down at you with a soft smile while she played with your hair.

Slow fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and you pulled them down. Wanda stepped out of the garment once it fell to the shower room’s floor.

Wanda undressed you next, her hands running up the soft plains of your body. Green eyes flickered over every inch of your bareness in attempts to saturate you into her memory forever. Her palms ran up your chest and she placed her hands on your shoulders. Wanda pulled the shower curtain back again and she led you in.

Your fingers traced the stretch marks on Wanda’s hips as she walked backwards into the shower. The two of you were soon shrouded in its steam. “You’re so beautiful, Wanda,” you whispered, soaking in her bare body as a flower to the sun at the break of dawn. Her cheeks flushed pink and you kissed her when she tried to look away.

Neither of you bothered to close the shower curtain and you pushed Wanda into the shower wall carefully. Your hand found its way between her thighs and she let out a shaky breath against your lips. Both of your bodies became wet with hot water, but it was you who was responsible for the sticky slick that coated Wanda’s inner thighs.

Your fingers delved into Wanda’s folds while your thumb drew lazy shapes against her clit. Wanda’s head was lolled back against the wall, moaning out in pleasure. Her arms were wrapped around your neck, pulling you ever closer as if frightened that you might leave without warning. Your other hand groped Wanda’s breast, your palm running smoothly against her hardened nipple.

“Y/N, please,” Wanda pleaded, her eyes opening to meet yours, her emerald gaze seeping with desperation. Her hips jerked down against your fingers. Pride swelled in your chest as you watched her writhe for you, a sight reserved only for you. “I want to feel you,” she whispered against your lips. “I want to be yours.”

Moving forward to kiss Wanda’s cheek, you laid your forehead against hers as your slick fingers centred against her opening. You felt her thighs trembling against your own and pushed her further against the shower wall, holding her up. Smooth fingers delved past her opening and Wanda clenched her jaw, a restrained groan leaving her. With a fluttering heart, you watched as her eyes screwed shut, her mouth falling open to moan her hot breath against your chin.

Your lips captured hers, though it was short-lived as your fingers pushed through her velvety walls and Wanda panted out hasty exhales. Once before, you had discussed sex with Wanda. She wasn’t a virgin, although her first time consisted of a myriad of lazy kisses and disinterested fucking. From what you knew, Wanda hadn’t been seeing anyone, and although you had recently spent a month without speaking, the way she clenched around your digits and exhaled trembling breaths implied she hadn’t been touched like this in quite a while.

At the realisation, you ducked your head down and pressed openmouthed kisses to her neck, her wet hair sticking to every plain of skin it could find. Wanda's head was thrown back, her body arching into yours as her hips lowered in jerky motions. She craved more yet knew so little in what the tightening in her lower stomach meant with you. But you were receptive.

Fingers quickened and the Sokovian’s moans turned into what could only be described as squeals. She tried pulling back, pressing her ass against the wall at the sudden unfamiliar intrusion into her pussy, but your wrist surged forward, refusing to part from Wanda’s cunt. The heel of your hand met her clit and you flattened it against her sensitive nub.

Wanda whimpered in response, her entire body melting in your hold despite the juxtaposing quivering of her walls.

Leaving cold trails of saliva in your wake, your kisses reached the valley of her breasts and you let go of one to cup her cheek. At the feeling of your warm hand caressing her, Wanda’s eyes fluttered open. Her head tipped down and she met your eyes, audacious and unequivocal as you looked up at her from between her breasts.

With your hand still on her cheek, you made her look down at you when your lips wrapped around a rosy erect nipple. Shaky lips formed into a smile as Wanda watched the way you loved her.

“Y/N,” Wanda whimpered meekly, “that feels so good.” Amongst the pleasurable writhing deep within her lower stomach as your fingers continued to fuck her pussy was the intertwining of something warm that only grew the longer she watched you suckle at her breast gently. “You make me feel…”

Your lips found her other nipple and Wanda struggled to maintain eye contact with you. You allowed her to loll her head back against the shower wall in mindless pleasure.

“... So good,” Wanda uttered, her words mumbled out from her mouth weakly. The shower fogged up with hot steam as hot water continued to stream down on the two of you, which was a partial reason as to why the rising and falling of Wanda’s chest was perpetually quickening. You hummed in response, the soft exhaling from your nose teasing at her nipple.

The sound of your thrusting fingers found an accelerating tempo while Wanda’s cunt squelched with the repetitive penetration of her tight hole. The soft hiss of the running hot shower behind you turned into a muddled hum as your senses were filled with nothing but Wanda’s moans, the feeling of her cunt wrapped around your fingers, the feeling of her soft creamy skin running under your hands.

A teasing tug of Wanda’s nipple from between your teeth made her yelp, and despite the reaction, she pulled you closer. You raised yourself up to her face again and began rubbing the heel of your hand against her clit side to side.

“You gonna come soon, Wands?” you asked her, a teasing smirk on your lips.

Through her weak haze, Wanda grinned in return at the use of the nickname. It’d been so long since she’d heard it last. She pulled herself against you, her head resting on your shoulder. “Gonna come,” she confirmed, hugging her arms around your neck tightly. “I love being with you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

Your arm raised to wrap around her waist, your hand pressing flush against her back and pulling her closer. You kissed Wanda’s temple and felt her smile against your neck. “I love you too, Wanda. So much,” you uttered against her wet skin. “Come for me, my angel.”

Despite the curling of your fingers deep within her pussy, it was your use of the pet name that brought Wanda to her high. She buried her face further into your neck when she came, but you raised your head, pulling back slightly to watch her screwed-shut eyes and parted lips. Her knees buckled and she fell forward against you, but you held her up. The raspy cries that left her from beyond her soft lips were comparable to siren’s calls, tempting and every moment alluring.

You had never seen her this way before, and no one else but you ever would. Wanda was every inch yours as you’d be for her from then on, belonging to her, your best friend and the only woman you’d ever love.

Wanda’s arms were limp around your neck as her orgasm washed over her in its final moments. Her arms slipped from your shoulders and dropped to your hips instead, holding you albeit weakly. Her thighs trembled as she held herself up, her hips buckling against yours. She panted against your neck, her warm breath travelling down your chest and hardening your nipples.

With a proud smile, you slipped your fingers out of Wanda’s cunt and she whimpered, hips jerking down at the empty feeling. After running the tips of your fingers through her folds, you slipped your hand out from between Wanda’s thighs. Hooded green eyes looked up at you as you slid your coated fingers past your lips, cheeks hollowing in as you savoured her tangy sweet flavour. Wanda flushed at the sight and you took your fingers out of your mouth to lean down and kiss her.

No resistance was present when you pushed your tongue past Wanda’s lips, spreading the flavour of her pussy through her mouth. When you parted from her lips to press a kiss to her forehead, Wanda mumbled out, “I love you.” The words gave her an instant high, having been burying it deep within her ever since she’d known you, the closest she’d ever gotten to bringing it to the surface being in platonic humorous confessions of love between friends. But now it was different. Wanda could love you without hesitation.

Your hand came to the back of her head, stroking her hair as you whispered sweet promises against her warm skin.

If given enough time, Wanda would’ve been able to fall asleep standing up as you held her, hot water encapsulating both your bodies.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Wanda,” you told her and she smiled up at you sleepily.

For the next little while, you washed Wanda’s hair, scratching at her scalp gently as she leaned back into you. You pulled her backwards to run her shampooed hair under the shower, your fingers raking through her long hair as you washed it through. You pressed kisses to Wanda’s body at every given chance, on her shoulders, her neck, her ears, her shoulder blades.

It was true that things were different, and after that day, it always would be. But there was something so special about loving silence that both you and Wanda shared, and irregardless of the changes that would come about, your hearts would continue to swell larger than any spiel of words could at the stillness your shared love brought.

You’d never love each other from a distance again, no word gone unexchanged, no moment of time spent hiding the way every instinct screamed out with a fervent desire to reach out to one another, yearning for the embrace of the other.

You could embrace Wanda in a way you’d never been able to before, or rather because you hadn’t ever known what your feelings for her meant —the tightening in your chest when she had avoided you, the fluttering of your heart when she took your hand.

Throughout the years that would pass spent with her, one thing would always remain true; Wanda and you have always loved each other, in the longing stares and the hidden blushes, in the stabilising of your quickening heart when you took Wanda into your chest and listened to her steady breaths.

When you’d rinsed Wanda’s body of soap and her hair of shampoo, she turned to pull you close and looked up at you. “I’ll be yours forever, won’t I, Y/N?” she asked.

Without even a moment’s worth of thinking it over, you answered, “Always.”

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I'm like 8 years too late, but oh well - I've had this Captain America Civil War rant stuck in my head for a while and I need to get it out after re-watching it. (This is gonna be long af, but bear with me).

I feel like a lot of people missed the actual point and plot of the movie (and the marketing definitely didn't help). The whole "team cap vs team iron man" stuff becomes irrelevant after like the first 20 minutes of the movie. But of course, it's still quite a big part of the movie and I'd like to take a moment to explore what I think, the different character motivations are around why they signed or didn't (or would / wouldn't).

The only reason Tony "I successfully privatised world peace" Stark signed the accords in the first place anyway is because of his massive survivors guilt complex which we see triggered by the woman who approaches him at the end of his speech to the MIT students. Like this man does not give a single shit about the government, and much like Steve Rogers, he just wants to keep people safe. Unlike Steve, however, he doesn't trust himself to do so and thinks of himself needing the be kept in check, for someone else to take the blame (though he'd probably internalise it anyway, let's be real).

Rhodey has always kind of been more on the side of the government, even if that meant going against Tony - think Iron Patriot - so it makes sense that he'd want to sign. He understands that a group as powerful and dangerous as the Avengers needs to be kept in check, but what he doesn't understand are the risks around that. In a perfect world, it would be fine, but unfortunately government systems are stupid and corrupt.

Peter was only really in the fight in the first place because he was a child blindly following this big celebrity guy he idolised. He didn't know enough about the situation to properly analyse it, just being fed and believing whatever Tony told him (and he had no reason to go against him, so why would he? This was his shot, he's been chosen by THE Tony Stark to help). "Mr Stark said you'd say that" "he said you're wrong, you think you're right, that makes you dangerous." I 100% believe that if Peter had read the accords, that he would have been on Steve's side anyway.

Vision is an embodiment of 'good' and 'peace' - essentially everything that Ultron was supposed to be, but wasn't. He has no reason to be against the accords if it will keep people safe and he makes the point during their conversation of "our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict ... breeds catastrophe. Oversight ... oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand." It's also very much the beginning kind of puppy love between him and Wanda in this movie, meaning that he will want to protect her. No matter what. Even if it means "locking her in her room."

Nat was seriously one of the only people in this movie with a brain cell lol. I firmly believe that if the accords had been properly put in place, she would have followed them until she no longer thought the government's instructions were 'right' and would have gone against them anyway. Her main goal in this movie was trying to keep the Avengers, her family, together and ultimately do the 'right' thing.

T'challa didn't give one shit about the accords lmao, he's damn king. No, he was only there in the first place to take revenge on his father's death (which at the point of the airport fight scene he still thought it was Bucky's fault. He later discovers, after following Steve and Bucky to Siberia, that it's Zemo's, and locks him up).

Steve's concerns with the accords are valid, and honestly I wouldn't have signed them either. To be told "sign, retire, or get locked up" isn't really a big winner for me lol. And the thing is, Steve's done this. He fought in WW2, he got paraded around like some big hero while men died, and he did nothing. It wasn't until he went against orders, that he actually did something helpful (saved the captured 107th division in Azzano). So, no, he's not going to be side-lined when people out there need help. That's just not who he is.

Bucky had no part in the accords, and as soon as he got introduced into the movie, that plot point became irrelevant. He was framed by Zemo, and then used to rip the avengers apart. The accords was just another log to add to the fire at that point. He followed Steve because "till the end of the line" and all that. He literally, heartbreakingly, says "I don't know if I'm worth all this," but he follows anyway.

Scott, much like Peter, is kinda just happy to be there. He's following CAPTAIN FREAKING AMERICA into battle without hesitation. But like, let's be honest, given his whole movie and character, I very much doubt Scott would be on Tony's side if he had read the accords.

Clint got dragged out of freaking retirement for this shit, and he didn't actually get involved until after Team Cap already knew about Zemo. That's why he's there. Not because of the accords, but to help Steve get to the Quinjet to get to Siberia and stop Zemo before he can go through with his assumed plan to wake up the five super soldiers who'd been stashed there. (Of course, this isn't actually Zemo's plan, but we'll get back to that later).

Wanda is going through some serious self loathing during this movie, and the incident in Lagos doesn't help. Like at all. Ma girl just wants to live her life and be left alone at this point and she's getting all of these horrible things thrown into her face by Secretary Ross. She doesn't want to be controlled, she doesn't want to be a weapon, she wants to be free. "You locked me in my room." - Girl already probably hates Tony Stark due to her family being killed by one of his bombs and Ultron, so she's mad anyway.

Sam is on Steve's side from the start. With the accords, to fight Zemo, all of it. During the 'discussion' between him and Rhodey, he says "So let's say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?" He doesn't trust Secretary Ross, and is clearly hesitant to add his signature to the accords. (not that I blame him).

The main actual villain and 'plot' of the movie after the first part with the accords, was the whole thing with Zemo wanting to tear the Avengers apart to get revenge for his family dying in Sokovia. He takes advantage of the accords, and of Bucky / The Winter Soldier to do this but it's not really discussed which annoys me. It's a MAJOR part of the film, yet all I ever really see being discussed are the accords affecting the decisions of characters throughout the film with no consideration of the wider picture.

From when the UN meeting is blown up, the Avengers are being manipulated by Zemo working in the background throughout the film. He frames Bucky for murder, and Steve - who has been looking for Bucky for the past 2 years - goes after him like ‘tf man’. Bucky gets taken in and Zemo uses the opportunity to activate the Winter Soldier programming, learn about Hydra’s super soldier program, and of course - “Mission report. December 16, 1991.”

This leads to Bucky’s escape and attack, Steve and co going on the run, and eventually the airport fight. The meaning of this scene gets lost, I feel, when people relate it back to the accords because it’s not about that anymore. Not really, not for anyone. Especially not for Steve, or even for Tony.

Tony at this point, most definitely feels like his world is being torn apart. He’s losing control, he’s spiralling, and Steve just isn’t listening. He’s blinded by his anger to the bigger picture and he just wants to get a handle on the situation to deal with it further.

Steve’s forgotten all about the accords, his priority is keeping Bucky safe and stopping Zemo. He tries to tell Tony, tries to talk to him, but Tony isn’t listening either. I mean their whole interaction just before the fight shows this:

(the dialogue below has been condensed to show the key lines - basically I got rid of other characters talking irrelevantly)

Steve Rogers: Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this.

Tony Stark: Anyway, Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?

Steve Rogers: You're after the wrong guy.

Tony Stark: Your judgment is askew. Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday.

Steve Rogers: And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't.

- later -

Tony Stark: And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place. I'm trying to keep . . . I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart.

Steve Rogers: You did that when you signed.

Tony Stark: Alright, We're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. NOW! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys . . . with no compunction about being impolite. [Steve looks aside.] Come on.

Not to mention that Tony, after learning that Zemo impersonated and killed the actual doctor dude that was supposed to see Bucky whilst he was in confinement, he DISOBEYED the accords and Secretary Ross to go and help Steve stop what they thought at the time was the reactivation of the five super soldiers who'd been left in cryo freeze.

He follows Steve and Bucky to Siberia to help them, not to fight them. That only changes because of Zemo showing the footage of Bucky, WHILE UNDER BASICALLY MIND CONTROL, killing Tony’s parents.

In this scene, Tony 100% has every right to be angry. Unfortunately, he’s the kind of person who cannot see past his anger. He gets in his head, he spirals, and he tries to kill Bucky based on blind rage. (IT WASN’T BUCKY’S FAULT DAMMIT).

And yes, Steve was 100% in the wrong for not telling Tony. This whole scene could have been very easily avoided if Steve had just pulled Tony aside and had the difficult conversation about his parents death. Tony deserved to know, and Steve was only sparing himself pain by doing it. Dick move Steve, 0/10.

The fight between the three allows Zemo, having successfully completed his plan of eliminating the super soldiers and tearing the avengers apart, to slip away. With his work done, he tries to end his own life, but T’challa stops him and arrests him instead.

Steve and Tony’s fight was unnecessary, dramatic, and heart-breaking, and I’m very glad they managed to make up later, but ye. I think, at the end of the day, they’re all just dramatic idiots with communication issues lol.

Thank you for reading my long ass essay lmao, apparently I have a lot of feelings about this movie 😂

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