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Normally on a Saturday morning, it would only be Steve, Vision, and Natasha’s presence she’d feel around the compound. Sam and Bucky usually go back to the city to watch any available football games, and Clint and Tony come home to their families. Carol isn’t here much as she’d like, and Bruce (or Hulk, whichever you prefer) loves to oversee his newly established restaurant a few blocks down.
So when she feels five more downstairs, Wanda puts her unopened book back to its shelf and pads outside to take a look. The witch just woke up from a terrible migraine, and after a glass of water and Tylenol, she hoped the pain would eventually go away if she passed the time by reading. They don’t seem to be a threat - no one in their right state of mind would gang up to steal from the place that houses the Avengers. She hears Steve’s familiar voice and immediately relaxes. Upon reaching the stairs, a particularly loud thought slams her head like a train.
Black Widow really has fucking huge tits. I can stare at them all day.
Wanda stops walking. Her eyes turn red as she summons the ability to look for the person who had the audacity to think such thoughts. She’s faltering slightly, her anger making it hard for her to concentrate. She gasps as she tries to catch her breath before her eyes glow dimmer back to brown. The witch furrows her eyebrows and stares at her hands.
Wanda might have been completely in control during the battle with Thanos, but sometimes she still can’t control her magic. It’s so complex, and so beautiful and vast, and she’s learning day by day. Vision phases from above and looks at her.
“Are you alright?”
She pinches the bridge of her nose to clear out her head. “Yeah, no, somebody’s thoughts barged in.”
The AI looks at her. “I see.”
“It’s not from any of us. Foreign,” the witch mumbles, gripping the staircase bars. “That, and it’s also vulgar.”
Even the synthezoid gives her a worried look. “About what?”
“About Natasha,” Wanda frowns and levitates her way downstairs to where Steve and Nat are to make her presence known. They’re on a podium, and speaking to, who Wanda assumes to be, some recruits.
From her point of view, she sees Yelena, Kate, and three Senior SHIELD agents. Wanda makes her way to the sidelines and watches the recruits slowly.
Hmm . Yelena and Kate are out of the picture, since they’re both basically family, so that leaves the other three. One man and two women.
The thoughts are gone by the time Steve finishes his speech, and she catches his eye, so it’s too late to decline his nod of acknowledgement.
“Everyone, this is Wanda Maximoff. You all know her,” The captain introduces her. Wanda raises her right hand for a wave and silently walks towards the podium. She positions herself opposite to where Natasha is standing.
They lock eyes for a moment. There is a slight frown on Natasha’s face as if asking her if there’re any problems. Her lips twitch for a smile, a small reassurance to let her know that she’s going to be okay.
“Alright, so that’s it for the briefing. Your schedules for defense and physical training can be found at the back of your letters along with this month’s meetings and some assignments,” Steve says. “For now, you can explore the compound or whatever you prefer.”
“Dr. Banner and Tony Stark’s laboratories are off limits, as well as the sleeping quarters,” Natasha speaks for the first time, and Wanda - well - she feels another throbbing headache because another loud thought invades her mind. “Be back here for group spar before lunch.”
I’m so excited to make a move on her. Especially now that I’ll be living close to her.
The recruits start walking away from them. Steve goes down the podium to keep an eye on them perhaps, and taps both their arms in goodbye. That leaves her and the master assassin in the middle of the room. Yelena and Kate send both of them a wink and she sees Natasha roll her eyes beside her.
Wanda quickly scans the other three retreating faces and finds the culprit. His smirk is disguised like a smile but Wanda can see right through him.
I wonder when I can see her naked. Romanoff is so sexy. I can just grab her waist and f—-
“Natasha,” Wanda mumbles with her eyes closed. Fucking headache.
The redhead is quick to move beside her. Their pinkies tangle with each other as Wanda tries to calm herself. When she opens her eyes, they’re now red with magic.
“I’m here. What’s wrong?” The redhead probes. Natasha lifts her face up and rubs her thumb on Wanda’s cheeks.
“I can’t block out thoughts at the moment. That one is loud.”
She follows Wanda’s line of sight and sees the man eyeing her up and down before looking away as if nothing happened.
“I am going to kill him,” Wanda says, eyes now reverting back to its natural color. Her powers seem dysfunctional at the moment because when she tries to use them, it’s tiring her four times faster than it used to.
“Hey,” Natasha smiles at her warmly. “Come on, leave him be.”
She leads them back to the elevator.
“I’m surprised to see you here, little witch. You know, you’re not a recruit anymore right? Did you miss your training days?” Nat chuckles and puts her arms around her. “Don’t worry about him. It’s nothing new to me. I’m used to the stares.”
“Not just stares though, Tasha,” Wanda looks up at her in disbelief. “And you shouldn’t be.”
“I know,” Natasha gives her a small smile. “Thanks. Why are you up this early?”
“I wanted to read a book after waking up to a headache, but felt other presences other than ours, so I went out to check it,” she replies, stepping out of the elevator. Both of them walk side by side to the bedroom. “I forgot today’s friendship day for us.”
“You should sleep again. It’s early and all Avengers are excused from cardio for like a week,” Nat quips and closes the curtains on the windows. “I’ll come get you when it’s lunch time.”
“Everyone’s excused except you and Steve?” Wanda teases.
“Lots of post apocalyptic work and shaping up to do,” the spy chuckles.
“Stay away from that one guy?” Wanda pleads as she hides under the covers. She wants to tell Nat that the migraines are not from the lack of sleep, and that it’s his intrusive thoughts that woke her up, but decides to withhold it and would just try to find time to be alone with the spy later on. “I just have a bad feeling.”
Natasha nods. “Okay. Don’t worry too much and get some rest. You slept late last night.”
“ We slept late last night, but only you are allowed to be early?” Wanda rolls her eyes at her.
“That’s because I am a morning person,” Natasha smirks as she sits on Wanda’s side of the bed.
“Liar.”
The Black Widow grins and drops a kiss to her forehead. “Go back to sleep. You’re not exactly fully healed yet.”
“I know that,” Wanda huffs softly. Her tired eyes are threatening to close, but her pinky is still gripping Natasha’s. “Can’t you stay? I’d feel better if I knew you’re both not in the same room.”
“Can’t,” Natasha sadly informs her. “I need to help Rogers keep an eye on them. You know how chaotic Yelena is when she’s with Kate. We also have a quick group spar with Steve before lunch time to assess weakness and strengths. I’ll make sure to slam him harder on the mats for you. Payback for those nasty stares.”
“Bet you ten bucks that guy’s just going to love that,” Wanda closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, but not before hearing Natasha’s loud chuckle and faint caresses.
/
Wanda jolts upright when she picks up on another one.
I can get it on with her and I wouldn’t mind being on the bottom. She can ride me anytime she wants.
“Haven’t you had enough?” Wanda grits her teeth. She flings her blankets to the side and jogs to the elevator.
“Friday, training room please,” she says a little breathless.
Wanda impatiently taps her foot and storms inside the compound’s training room. She spots Natasha in the middle, all sweaty and sporting a neutral look, with the three SHIELD agents scattered around her. They make eye contact again, and Natasha actually straightens up a little bit and smiles at her, before going back to her defense position. Wanda smiles back and takes a seat on the floor beside Yelena and Kate.
They watch as the Black Widow gives pointers as all four of them spar.
“Hi, Wandaaaa,” Yelena nudges her. “Nice of you to join us.”
“How was training?” Wanda smiles at the both of them, but still casually glances at Natasha.
“Tiring,” Kate answers. “It was really good, and I am learning a lot. I mean, not that Clint has taught me anything, he did, but Captain America’s style is different. I mean yeah he’s a super soldier, but like, I don’t think it all came from that alone, I think he trained well-“
Yelena clamps her mouth shut. “Shut up, Kate Bishop, you’re rambling again,” the widow rolls her eyes. The archer only crosses her arm and lets out a small pout. “ Natka and I sparred before this, that’s why she looks so gross and sweaty, and not because these three gave her a hard time.
“Red shirt woman over there is actually good, and white shirt woman can throw a punch,” Yelena continues, pointing as she describes the agents to Wanda one by one. “The guy though, not so much.”
“You think I can flip him on the mats?” Wanda eyes him dangerously, a tiny red spark dances on her fingers.
Yelena barks out a laugh. “Da! You can flip him in 5 seconds, malenkaya vedma. There is no doubt,” she grins. “ Он не в равновесии ! Look at him.”
Kate looks like she feels bad for him, and Wanda would too, except when Nat has him pinned down using her leg, another sharp pain is felt on the side of her head.
I’m really starting to enjoy the way she slams me down hard.
Yelena watches as the dummy on the other side of the room disintegrates in swirls of red magic ever so slowly that even her sister and the other recruits didn’t notice.
“ Блядь .”
“Wanda?” Kate asks. She taps Yelena repeatedly on her arm and looks at her with wide, horrified eyes as if asking ‘holy fuck did Wanda just powderize the harmless target?’
Yelena turns to her with worry on her face. This makes Wanda smile a bit, since she kind of looks like how Natasha would when she sees her in any sort of pain.
“Did you just-? Um- are you good? Should I call-“
“All fine,” Wanda shifts on her seat. One flick of her wrist and the ashes turn back to its brand new state as if nothing happened.
Kate’s jaw drops again.
“The guy has loud thoughts about Nat, and they've been invading my headspace ever since this morning.”
Yelena’s frown deepens. “We had talked a bit a while ago during the tour. Didn’t like him. He sounded ridiculous, right?”
“Yeah, no. He doesn’t seem very nice at all,” Kate nervously supplies. “Weird guy. He’s smart though.”
“Not smart enough to keep his thoughts buried apparently,” Wanda mumbles. She sees Natasha dismiss all three of them, and makes her way to where she’s sitting.
“Hey,” Natasha reaches for the bottle of water on the table beside her. “I thought I said I’d pick you up for lunch?”
Wanda only shrugs at her. The spy raises an eyebrow at her sister.
“Your girlfriend’s been having headaches and is seething in so much anger that made her vaporize the dummy across us because of that guy’s thoughts about you,” Yelena deadpans.
“You’re so dramatic, Yel.”
Wanda grimaces when she sees Natasha’s deep frown. “He’s still doing it?”
“Yeah, I’m not sure how,” the witch stands up. “I thought sleep would help. I’m fully awake now though.”
“Maybe food will help. I’m sorry I can’t sub Steve yet. I’ll ask Maria when she gets here this afternoon. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Tell you what, I’ll steer clear from him from now on. Okay?” Natasha smiles at her and looks back at her sister. “Also, how many times do I have to correct you that she’s not my girlfriend anymore, sestra?”
Natasha is smirking, and Wanda wants nothing more than to wipe that off of her lips. The witch jabs her side playfully, causing her to yelp.
“Whatever,” said sister snorts in reply, dragging Kate behind her. “You are such a romantic, no? I’ll address her properly next time, sestra.”
“You should know it’s жена by now. You witnessed the whole thing,” Natasha points out.
“Come on, Tasha,” Wanda interlocks their pinkies, slowly forgetting all thoughts related to the recruit. “Lunch, and I’ll tell you about it.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah,” Wanda replies, scrunching her nose.
Stupid fucking witch. What’s she doing with her? What a freak. She looks too comfy in her sweats. What does she think is this institution’s purpose? To feed and baby her? Can’t even show up in training and briefing on time.
Wanda stops walking and whips her head around to look for the man. He’s tying his shoelaces, and wasn’t even looking at them, but Wanda can see his seething face.
“Wands?”
She’s about to turn on her heels and choke the living daylights out of him, but Natasha has her wrist on a grip. “Wands, wait.”
The spy brings up her finger to trace the slope of her nose, and the anger she’s feeling a while ago is slowly dissipating by the minute. She kisses both of Wanda’s palms up to the tips of her fingers.
“I’ll take care of it, okay?” Natasha assures her. She takes one last look at the man, and faces the redhead. “I’ll make sure that he won’t be bothering you or me. Come here,” she brings her close and kisses both her cheeks. “Let’s go up in the room for a while. How does that sound?”
“I just wish I could block it. I mean, they’re just thoughts. It’s not like he wanted to make me hear it. He’s not doing anything.”
“None of that, detka,” Natasha scolds her lightly. “Your feelings are valid.”
Wanda nods and wraps her arm around her waist.
“Hey,” Natasha catches up to Yelena and Kate. “Go to the kitchen and have lunch with Steve. Vision’s cooking and he’s a great cook. We’ll meet you shortly, okay?”
Kate nods and Yelena does too. Both of them decide to take the stairs and race downstairs to the kitchen, so Natasha and Wanda can proceed to the elevator.
They wordlessly go back to the bedroom and Wanda grips her head tighter as the man’s thoughts continue to invade her mind.
Always halting my chances with Natasha. Why the fuck is she always here to ruin everything?
Wanda shakes her head. She reaches her hand out, and Natasha takes it as she leads them both to the loveseat on the opposite side of the room.
The spy sits and pats her own legs as an invitation for Wanda which she gladly takes. Natasha rubs small circles on her temples and Wanda immediately relaxes.
“You’ve been feeling unwell since morning. Do you wanna tell me now? I think lunch can wait. This seems serious, detka .”
“Good news is I’m partly okay with my powers now,” Wanda whispers, recalling what happened with the dummy. “Sleep helped restore it a lot.”
“Okay, that’s good to hear,” Natasha smiles. Her fingers are now running in between the witch’s hair. “Want to tell me more about this headache that Yelena was talking about in the Training Room?”
Wanda sighs. “I’ve been getting them every time that guy’s loud thoughts enter my headspace,” she sees Natasha’s stony demeanor and decides to continue. “As Yelena has said, he’s been having… a lot of vulgar thoughts about you.”
“Like what?”
“Like,” Wanda pauses. “Objectifying you and gross thoughts.”
“Oh,” she hears the frown from Natasha’s voice alone. “I see.”
“I hear them every time,” Wanda looks up at her. “And, I don’t know why I can’t block it out. My powers seem to be recovering, so hopefully, I’ll be able to block it out soon.”
Natasha nods in understanding. “Hearing that now, how I wish I could turn back time so I can break his neck during spar. Are you okay, though?”
“I’d be better if he just stops,” the witch sighs. “He makes me angry, Tasha. The headaches I can manage, but the thoughts of you, I can’t. I want to kill him every time he does. I want to reach into his mind and pull up his deepest, darkest fears, and let it haunt him for the rest of his life,” she inhales sharply as red, angry orbs reflect back at Natasha’s own green ones.
The spy simply kisses her hair. “You’re very sweet, detka .”
“That’s not sweet. You tend to think I’m being sweet when I’m being nothing short of crazy,” Wanda laughs out and hears Natasha’s small chuckles behind her.
“How about opening your mind to me?” Natasha suggests after a beat.
“I don’t want you to hear them,” she shakes her head.
“No, I mean,” Natasha presses. “Read me. Feel my thoughts and mine alone, so you can’t hear his.”
The witch looks back at her. “I don’t want to overstep on anything.”
“No, I know, Wands,” she smiles. “But, I trust you. And we’ve done this a couple of times. It’s nothing new.”
“Those were emergencies, Natasha,” Wanda says seriously.
“This is an emergency,” she hears the spy chuckle behind her. “I want to help you, and you’re not forcing me.”
The witch moves her body around so she’s somewhat face to face with the black widow. Nat is smiling softly back at her. “Only if you’re sure.”
“I wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place if I’m not, detka .”
She considers the suggestion. It would definitely help her block him out, since she’ll be actively concentrating her powers on Natasha alone. It’s a great idea, but Wanda is skeptical about it. It’d be like using Natasha as a guinea pig for experimentation.
“It’s okay.”
She sees Natasha’s eyes reflecting all of her trust, so she decides that she’ll do it, provided that Wanda’s giving up her control to read minds over to Natasha.
“Alright,” Wanda speaks up. “But you’re in control, and I won’t push.”
“Got it. I’ll just open my thoughts. No worries, love,” Natasha nods. “You can do it.”
Wanda closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. When they open and glow in red, Natasha takes in her appearance. At first glance, you’d be scared to see how Wanda looks in the dark. And although Natasha has grown accustomed to this form, today she stares at her a little longer to appreciate the powerful witch in her element more.
Like a free flowing river, their thoughts become one. Wanda sees little Natasha and Yelena on Christmas, the Barton farm, Lila, Cooper, and Nate, and herself everything all at once, like a slideshow of short videos playing on auto pilot. She blinks and relaxes, and gets rid of the red magic from her eyes.
“You’re good?”
“Yes.”
“This is cozy. It’s like a warm blanket on a rainy day.”
“Not to mention, convenient.”
“No comms, no problem,” Natasha smirks at her. “We should head downstairs for lunch.”
With the telepathic link on, both of them head to the kitchen. They see Sam and Bucky are back from their regular New York City trip, and even Clint is here to check on Kate even though he doesn’t say it explicitly. Steve and Vision are manning the kitchen, and the AI waves to the both of them before handing them their plates.
“How are you both doing?” Clint stands to greet the both of them in a giant hug. Natasha pokes him hard on the ribs. “What’s that for?!”
“Why are you hugging me?”
“I’m not hugging you, I’m hugging Wanda,” he laughs and pats the witch on the back. “Here, sit beside me.”
“We’re doing fine Clint. We miss you here,” Wanda answers and sits beside him. It was a mistake on Wanda’s part, since she didn’t see that the seat left for Natasha to sit on would be beside the man who’s been in her headspace ever since this morning.
She mentally groans, and receives a look from Natasha. “You good?”
Crap. She forgot the link.
“Yeah, you’re just sitting beside the guy.”
Natasha stands up abruptly and approaches Clint. “You’re in my seat.”
“But you were already sitting-“
“Get up.“
Clint glares at Natasha, while Wanda enjoys the crestfallen look on the new recruit’s face.
Ha. Take that.
“Y’all enjoying the compound so far?“ Sam asks as the rest of them finish their meals. “This will be your new home.”
“Thanks for inviting us. It’s an honor to be in the presence of the Avengers,” the man replies. “And to become a part of them. It’s a legacy you’re putting here. We’re eternally grateful.”
Wanda rolls her eyes, and hears Natasha’s giggles in her head.
It was all going well. Wanda didn’t even hear anything from him, even though she catches him looking at Natasha every five seconds. Sam and Steve retreat to the living room to play some games, with Vision in tow to check on Cap’s technological struggles. Bucky stays in the middle of the living room and the kitchen, his one hand holding a milkshake and a phone on the other. Must be a gift from Tony so he can check in on Wakanda. Clint and Yelena are playing darts while Kate drinks her hot chocolate as she watches them.
One moment she is laughing at Sam’s indignant curses towards Steve for beating him at Mario Kart, the next she finds herself toppling over and gripping the table side because of another headache.
Isn’t this Wanda a criminal? And isn’t her brother dead? Funny how she can go on head to head with a titan but cannot save her own brother. Pathetic.
“Wands?” Natasha cups her face and searches her eyes for any signs of discomfort. Her arm steadies Wanda’s hunched form, and she couldn’t be any more grateful for the support.
She should not be here, and definitely not beside the black widow. She doesn’t deserve her. She should’ve been with her dead brother instead. Such a nuisance. Better off gone from this planet. Never should have been brought back by the snap.
“Fucking stupid useless, witch,” Wanda hears his low whisper after the train of thoughts. Unbeknownst to her, Natasha did too. He didn’t even bother hiding his disdain towards her.
“Repeat that,” Bucky is the first to react, marching heavily towards his direction.
Wanda didn’t have time to explain what happened to Natasha. The spy is already pointing her hand gun to the recruit’s head. Her eyes refuse to leave Wanda’s.
“Natasha!”
“What the hell?”
“Why don’t you put the gun down for a moment, Nat.”
Gasps were heard as the rest of them piled on one side of the room. Yelena, and surprisingly Bucky are smirking a little bit at the scene as they look at the man. The winter soldier, who is very protective of Wanda, and has always been treating her like his little sister ever since the Battle of Wakanda, heard the insult as well since he was closer to the man’s side in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Yelena is sporting the same venomous look that her sister has. Both of them look like they’re ready to give him hell, but seeing as the black widow has him at gunpoint, they backed away. It was best to stay clear out of Natasha’s way now.
Apparently, Nat also heard the thoughts besides his whisper because of their telepathy link. Wanda’s eyes water with tears as she gulps to try and rid the lump from her throat. It made her angry, and weak, and sad, and all emotions all at once. The sight alone makes Natasha mad.
“You.”
The spy drawls out lazily, and cocks the gun. The SHIELD agent is frozen in his place, fear creeping in his system.
“Nat…” Steve says, slowly walking towards Natasha. She simply gives him a look and he backs away almost immediately. Even Bucky glares at his oldest friend and silently gives him a look that says ‘don’t meddle.’
“I can let your gazes pass, and your dirty thoughts about me,” Natasha says slowly. She walks towards him with Wanda’s hand tangled in hers. The witch keeps a safer distance, but holds tightly on Natasha as a form of comfort. “I can ignore your subtle smirks when I pin you down on the mats, and I can look past your snarky remarks out of respect for Nick Fury’s recommendations.”
“I can forget about your disrespectful advances towards me even though I am your trainer and superior. I let everything slide, because we all need a break from the fucking apocalypse that all of us here even barely survived. I let it pass, because I just want peace and quiet for once in my life with the family I have here,” Natasha pressed the barrel on his forehead, the same time she pressed on every word she said. “But i cannot ever, let you talk, let alone think, your fucking thoughts about my wife .”
“You have no right. It’s not your place, because you don’t know anything. You disrespected her,” Natasha continues. “Were you snapped?”
He nods.
Natasha clicks her tongue. “You’d wish you didn’t come back when I’m done with you.”
Images of Pietro with his clothes littered with bullet holes and so much blood , falling on the ground of a flying Sokovia flashes through Wanda’s mind. The feeling of losing her twin seeps and stabs her heart.
There’s just so much blood everywhere Wanda looks.
“Look what you’ve done,” Natasha says as everyone watches. She didn’t need to look back at Wanda to know that she’s crying. She just knows. “Apologize.”
A pin can be heard because of the silence. No one seems to be breathing at the rather stressful moment.
“Apologize to her, now!” Natasha shouts. She has fingers tracing circles on Wanda’s skin, refusing to let her go somewhere she can’t see her. Wanda can feel Natasha’s clenched teeth and the shake from her anger, but she can also feel her soft grazing on her like a silent promise to make sure she’s okay. She shuffles closer to the redhead, burying her face against the back of her shoulder and calming down when she smells her familiar perfume.
“I’m- I’m sorry, Ms. Wanda. I didn’t mean-,” the man pleads. He was standing right in front of them. Wanda notes his shaky legs through her blurry eyes, and his hands up in defense.
“If you’re going to apologize, do it properly,” Natasha says. “It’s Mrs. Maximoff.”
“I’m so s-sorry. I uh- I -apologize to both of you, Mrs. and Mrs. Maximoff,” he stammers as the black widow glares at him. “I didn’t know- what I was thinking. I’m r-really sorry. P-please.”
Natasha’s eyes are brimming with unshed tears at this point, and she doesn’t even understand why. All she knows is that the sight of a crying Wanda makes her angrier than she’s ever been. Wanda gently tugs the sleeves of Natasha’s forearm, a signal that the threat is heard and is enough, and that she should pull the gun away now.
As much as Wanda dislikes the guy, she doesn’t want Natasha to do something she’ll regret later.
“Go.”
He runs clumsily towards the exit as all of them who are left in the room let out a sigh they’ve all been holding back.
Wanda feels Natasha’s jacket get soaked of all of her tears. “I’m sorry.”
The spy tosses the gun on the dining table and hugs Wanda close to her chest. “You’re okay. I should be the one apologizing. That was so fucked up, and to think that we’re all still healing from the events of last month here,” Nat kisses her forehead and tries to wipe her tears. “Won’t let it happen to you again, detka .”
“What do you say, I’ll grab our lunch and we can eat upstairs?” the redhead tells her. “Just give me a few minutes, I’ll reheat everything and bring it to our bedroom.”
“I’m okay to stay here with everyone,” she decides. The response was shaky and unsure, but Natasha allowed it.
Steve ushers the remaining SHIELD agents back to the quinjet, but not before giving Wanda a big hug. He assures her that the man would not be allowed to step foot ever again on the compound’s premises, and would personally see his file for demotion. Wanda wants to protest as it seems a bit much, but Natasha stops her and interjects before she can say no to Steve.
“I was going to choke him,” Bucky declares in his own monotonous voice. The winter soldier hugs Wanda and kisses her cheek. “You’re okay?”
The witch nods and smiles up at him. “I’m okay.”
Bucky hums in acknowledgment and walks away to deposit his empty glass in the kitchen. Sam just shakes his head at him. “He creeps me out sometimes,” the Falcon laughs. “Weird, good man. Are you really sure you’re okay there, little red? That SHIELD guy was a bit of an ass.”
“Stop fretting. I know I’m your favorite, but I’m okay,” Wanda tries to lighten the mood. She’s still a little bit shaken, since images of her brother and his wounds are starting to resurface again, but she’s also thankful for the family she found here.
“Damn right you’re my favorite,” Sam grins. “No one else can retrieve Redwing better than you.”
“Don’t tell Vision, though,” Sam whispers slowly, and Wanda laughs.
“I’m surprised you didn’t shoot him,” Clint tells Natasha much later on. Wanda hasn’t left Natasha’s side ever since, and the spy didn’t have any plans to let her go anywhere else either. Sam and Bucky eventually retreat back to their rooms and Steve, together with Maria who arrived that afternoon, are in the meeting room with the two remaining SHIELD recruits.
“Honestly? If it weren’t for this one, I would’ve pulled the trigger,” she points to Wanda.
Clint snickers. “You’re a very sweet wife, Nat. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“She’s got a hold of me, what can I say?” Natasha agrees with him easily. Wanda holds back a smile at this. Their relationship hasn’t been the easiest ever since Ultron, but they made it work.
From believing that love is for children to marrying her, Wanda can’t definitely stress how proud she is of her black widow.
“Speaking of wife, aren’t you going to go home?” Natasha asks him, her arms wrapping around Wanda’s torso. “Tell Laura I said hi.”
“I am about to,” Clint replies. “Kate, you’re staying here with Yelena, right?”
“Yes, yes I am. We are staying of course, unless it’s not okay for us to stay, then we will have to leave,” Kate nods and looks at Yelena who is scrunching up at her. “Right, Yelena?”
“What is the matter with you?” Yelena just shakes her head. “We unpacked last night, so yes, Clint Barton we are staying. That’s a statement that is a little more convincing than Kate’s.”
Wanda and Natasha lock eyes with each other upon seeing Kate’s blush.
“You think they’re-“
“My sister said she’s aromantic, so I’m not sure.”
“Talk later?” Wanda suggests.
“Oh definitely,” Natasha replies.
“Alright, I am off,” Clint announces. All four of them send him off to the roof of the Avengers compound. He makes a two-finger salute before going inside the quinjet. “Be here next week for the Progress Reports. Kate please behave. See ya.”
Wanda softly sighs as she feels the calmness of the compound and hears the whirrs of the quinjet’s distant flight.
“You’re okay now?” Natasha rests her chin on her wife’s shoulder. “Wanna talk about it?”
“Not really, no,” Wanda replies truthfully.
“Okay, we are going to go before we can witness your sickening lovey dovey right here on the landing pad,” Yelena interrupts. “See you tomorrow, sestras .”
“Yes, good night Wanda,” Kate adds. “And Natasha. Have a great evening.”
The smaller widow pulls Kate by her hand and mumbles something about playing Mario Kart before heading to bed since Sam hogs the game during mornings, and Natasha smirks at how comfortable the two are with each other.
The spy tightens her hold on her wife’s waist. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. You know I’m here for you.”
“I know that,” Wanda sighs. She gets goosebumps as the wind picks up a little bit around them. “I just don’t want to relive painful memories.”
“Messed you up big time?”
“It’s funny because I am the telepath, but he’s the one who kind of got into me,” the witch elaborates. “He was right there, thinking of a lot of things about you, and how I didn’t deserve you, and that I deserve to die together with Pietro-“
Natasha kisses her shoulder. “Yeah, well he’s an ass. He doesn’t know you, he doesn’t know me, and he doesn’t know Pietro.
“He doesn’t know the struggles we had in order to be right here where we are now,” Natasha continues. Wanda isn’t facing her, but she can hear her sniffles and feel her tears. “He doesn’t know that it’s actually me who doesn’t deserve you, and your kindness, and your compassion, and your love. He doesn’t have any idea how painful it is to lose a brother, let alone a twin. He has no idea how strong you are, and how much you deserve to be alive and to feel happiness in your life, Wands.”
“Pietro, didn’t deserve to die,” Nat moves so she can face the witch eye to eye. “He deserved to be happy and here with us, and he deserved to have a life for himself.”
Natasha wipes the tears from Wanda’s face and plants soft kisses on her eyelids.
“I wish,” Wanda chokes on a sob. “I wish you could’ve met him.”
“Me, too, detka,” Nat replies. “From what Clint said, he was a pain on his ass, so I’m sure we’d bond well over pulling pranks on my best friend.”
Wanda laughs, because she can definitely see that happening if Pietro was here with them.
“I think so, too,” the witch mumbles. She wipes her face with the back of her hands and pulls Natasha for a hug.
“I love you.”
The redhead hugs her back as tightly as she can. “I love you, too.”
Natasha leans first, capturing her lips in a timid kiss. They simply bask in the moment of being there with each other after a long eventful day. Wanda feels giddy, she still does, even after years of being with Natasha. She still indulges in the way the spy holds her by the waist, and gently tugs her close even though there are no more spaces in between them. Still indulges in the way her fingers tangle in her strawberry blonde hair, even though it gets messy and hard to comb the next day. Still indulges in the way she gasps when they part and pushes back again as if one long kiss is never enough.
Wanda tangles her arm behind Nat, and pushes her thoughts aside. Instead, she focuses on her lips, her touches, and the way they move, and Wanda holds on to those for dear life. Their kisses escalate into something else, and it makes her head spin. She revels in the way Natasha tangles their tongues together, and hums in approval when she tastes her love on her lips.
It was short lived though. Natasha pulls back first, and when Wanda slowly opens her eyes to see why her wife just cut off their kiss, she sees her looking back at her with a raised eyebrow and an amused grin.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Natasha giggles. “I’m just… you know, floating.”
“Yeah?” Wanda grins. ”I’m floating with happiness too, Nat,” She pushes again, eager to claim those red lips once more when she feels a kiss land on her cheek instead. Wanda was about to protest, but Natasha pulls her in for a hug, and proceeds to let out an airy laugh in her ears.
It’s another sound that makes Wanda fall in love with the redhead more.
“No shit, babe. Literally, we’re both floating,” She grips the witch tighter. “You’re taking us up.”
Realization dawns on Wanda’s face as she looks down and finds the ground a couple of feet away from them. “Oh shoot!”
They laugh as they descend together, and Wanda steals another glance (and a kiss!) at the woman who makes her life complete, happy, and love, and silently thanks the universe for giving Natasha to her.