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Wanda and you have been dating for a few months now but have been taking things slow for both of your sakes as this is both of yours first relationship with a woman.
"Wanda, you don't have citizenship anywhere right?"
It's been about two days since Secretary Ross came and your own mission got caught short. Wanda and you both blame yourselves for what happened. If only you were there to get that burned bitch faced dick out of the city, Wanda wouldn't have to have done that.
"No, I don't have any documents at all."
You pause the show causing her to look at you. You lick your lips.
"You know how I like to be prepared?" She nods. "Okay, anyway, so what if the world governments try and lock you away? You don't have any rights because you don't belong anywhere on paper so they can literally do anything to you and human rights be damned." When you go to take a breath, she interrupts you.
"What are you saying?" She's not upset, knowing you think little of the governments and not her at this moment.
"But say you were an American citizen? they would have to protect you. Soooo what if you marry me? You'll get a green card and be protected in case anything happens. Not that I would let it though. Just don't like the idea of life on the run for forever." At this point, you're blushing and running your words together. Your hands play at the blanket over your lap, looking anywhere in your room but the beautiful girl next to you. You know deep down that you want to marry her at some point but thought that would be a bit more down the road with how things are going. Plus, this was the last way you expected it to happen. You both are laying in your room in old pajamas watching Bewitched with snacks laid out between you two. If you were honest with yourself, you wanted to be one of those couples that proposed at the same time.
"How would we get married?" You freeze, not really expecting for her to go along with it so easily or at all. After all, you've been dating for only a few months. Your mind takes a moment to start again.
"Oh um well we can do the license bit online and my dad is a priest and would be okay to do it over skype." You check your phone for the time, it's late enough for him to be done working and not too late for your parents to be eating dinner. "I can call him now and get it done tonight if you want." You're about to start to word vomit about all the next steps after that but stop yourself and settle with asking if she's even comfortable doing this with you so soon. Reassuring her that she can think about it however long she needs to like you said, you wouldn't let anything happen to her.
When you look back at her, somewhere along there you started to watch your hands, she's red in the face, but she nods.
You pull out your phone and call up your dad. You hold up the phone to both of your heads with it on speaker. It takes only a couple of rings for him to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey dad, did you see the news about Wanda and the Accords?"
"I did, that girl tried her best, make sure you tell her that not everyone is against her."
"Well she's on the call too and we kinda have a favor to ask."
"Hello Y/N's father, it's nice to meet you, and thank you for saying that."
"Of course dear, now what's the favor?"
"Well, Wanda and I would like to get married," True. "we've talked about it for a while." A minute falls into the definition of 'a while'. "But with the Accords and her not having citizenship anywhere, we're worried about what'll happen if they arrest her. Could you do a little ceremony now and we can do a bigger one later."
There's a pause on the line as your dad processes the request.
"Over the phone?"
"No, skype. Mom could be our witness for the ceremony and the license - we'll that get online."
"Okay, give me a minute and I'll give you a call when I'm ready." You go to hang up but he continues to talk. "Honey, our daughter is a lesbian stereotype, she wants to get married to Wanda tonight." You could dig a hole and never emerge again, the embracement too overwhelming, especially with Wanda grinning at you.
"Bye dad!" you squeak and hang up before you can hear your mom's cheeky reply. It's nice that they are able to joke about it now, but sometimes it gets too much.
Laying back on the bed, you groan and hide your face under your hands. Wanda laughs and crawls over you, her hair creating a curtain blocking out the world around you. Her face lights up into a grin as she spots your eyes poking between your fingers. You can't help but smile too, happy that she's happier now. She gently pulls your hands away and you let her.
"I'm really sorry about them, they mean well."
"I love it, I like to think my parents would be the same." You smile, lean up, and peck her on the lips.
"I know they would, probably would have a lot more tact than mine."
Your phone rings, the skype tone playing. You detangle from each other and sit up at the top of the bed. Wanda picks it and answers, smiling sheepishly at your parents. You quickly get into the frame.
"Hey mom, hey dad. How's it going?"
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N."
"Hello, sweethearts! I want to help plan the real thing."
"Hello girls, you ready?"
"You can mom don't worry."
"Yes sir."
With it just being done as a formality and as your mom puts it, a placeholder, it went by quickly. But all the same, both Wanda and you are smiling like a bunch of lovesick teenagers when you get to exchange the 'I do's'.
"Okay Wanda, Y/N. You may kiss the bride."
"Wait! I want to screenshot this!" Your mom snatches the phone from your dad and all you see is a close-up of your mom's nose and eyes. "Okay okay, you can kiss."
Wanda happily grabs your face, holding your phone up with her magic, and gives you a gentle yet passionate kiss. You grin and so does Wanda, so your teeth clash, neither of you cares.
"I pronounce you wive and female husband." Your smile grows, knowing your dad is referencing that old English play you talked about with him a few nights ago. He has the phone back. "Okay, now go get your laptop and we'll do the license bit."
Wanda summons the required gadget, logs in, and pulls up the site he gives as you now hold your phone, talking with your dad about the play a little. It's a very quick process and within ten minutes your printing out the license on your old printer from college.
"The wonders of modern technology," Wanda comments as she puts the paper in a safe place, planning to contact Stark to start the paperwork for the green card in the morning tomorrow. You hum as you dig around for your polaroid camera, finding it, you quickly stand up and turn around. Snaping a quick photo of your now wife to make sure it's still working well and to get a cute candid photo of her. The flash grabs her attention and she smiles, walking over.
"I want to get a photo of us in our wedding pajamas." You offer an explanation as you set up the camera on your desk and move to the other side of the room, Wanda following you. You wrap your arms around each other.
"Okay." Wanda kisses the top of your head as she uses her powers to snap a photo. You lean up and connect your lips as she takes another. You end up taking a few more of you dancing and kissing some more.