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Wanda Maximoff x Avenger Reader
Word Count: 3837
Warnings: Betrayal
Thank you Van (aka @missmonsters2 ) for helping me by editing this, and also you guys should totally go read anything and everything Van’s ever written because she’s my favorite and everything she’s ever written is the absolute best!. This is her Masterlist so you guys can check it out!
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It starts with a light-hearted comment from Bucky.
He and Wanda formed a tight friendship at some point after he was found. He's always been thoughtful and quiet in a way that Wanda found comforting. They were good at sitting in silence and coexisting without being alone, and sometimes that was all they needed.
You were a friend, not as close as Bucky but equally supportive and protective. You've never spoken about it, but Wanda knew that she could count on you whenever she needed you, and you have yet to let her down.
"Right?" Bucky asks, the grin on his lips suggesting he already knows the answer to his own question. Wanda swallows thickly, her eyes catching yours across the gym fleetingly.
You look away quickly, though, something Steve says catches your attention and makes you laugh.
"She's cute," she shrugs, and although Bucky decides to focus on something else, the strange feeling in her stomach remains for the rest of the day.
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She starts seeing you in a different light. Maybe it's Bucky's comment that made her very aware of your smile, but she's suddenly enamored by it and the sound of your laughter.
"Hey, Wands, want some ice cream?" You ask her as she approaches the dining table, where Natasha and Kate are also sitting.
"Sure." She smiles, hands in the back pockets of her jeans and feeling more than a little vulnerable.
It takes her a hot second to recognize that she's nervous--nervous about being close to you or talking to you.
"Take a seat, babes. How was your day?" You smile, scooping some ice cream and offering her a small bowl with a tiny spoon.
The gesture is friendly, but she still feels special under your momentary attention.
"It was fine." She says, more focused on the color of your eyes and the smile on your lips than the ice cream itself.
"That's good." You tell her, and she doesn't know what to say to keep the conversation going--so she says nothing at all.
You go back to talk to Natasha, and Kate wastes no time in butting in, and Wanda's just there. She doesn't feel exactly out of place, but she does feel a tad inadequate.
She should be talking too, you're all friends, and she's always gotten along well with Kate and Nat. But the sound of your voice and the distracting way in which you smile continue to throw her.
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She notices you more and more. It's innocent at first. You're beautiful, and everyone in the Compound seems to have a crush on you, so she's not entirely put off by her growing interest. You're a nice person; everyone knows it.
"What about you, Miss Y/LN?" Sam asks during a friendly game of poker.
Steve and Tony have been implementing two or three activities every week, a way to get to know each other better. So far, there have been movie nights, hiking, camping, and now it's poker.
Friendship is important in a team such as ours, Steve's always saying, and Wanda is inclined to agree with him.
"Don't start with me, Sam." You warn him with an amused grin on your lips that Wanda inexplicably wants to kiss.
She looks away quickly, the thought having startled her a little. Where did that come from?
"You're bluffing," Sam calls you out, and Natasha laughs, her own poker face falling as she sets her cards on the table. She folds.
"She's bluffing, right?" Sam asks her, making Wanda look at you again.
You're keeping your cards close to your chest now, a single eyebrow raised in her direction. Wanda's stomach sinks. You're so beautiful, and she's entirely stricken by the realization as if it were the first time she's noticing.
"I have no idea." She says, and you wink at her as if there was a hidden joke between the two of you, and she feels special.
"Girl's whipped." Sam laughs, and that catches her attention.
"What?" She asks as Natasha smiles in her direction. "I'm not whipped."
Tony makes a whip lashing sound, and everyone laughs, making Wanda blush where she sits.
"Natasha is too." Steve says with a boyish grin.
"So are you." She tells him with a pointed look, and his eyes instantly meet yours across the round table.
You pay them no mind. Wanda is almost convinced that you're not even aware that they're talking about you, or you're simply not interested in giving this conversation any attention.
"Stop stalling, pretty boy." You tell Sam, and he hums to himself, his eyes taking you in before he sighs and drops his cards.
"I'm out." He says, and you smile. Everyone else claps their hands, Natasha squeezes your shoulders, and Wanda claps too, completely distracted.
"Bluffing, you say?" You taunt him before showing your hand.
"A royal flush, of course," Tony says with only a little bit of jealousy in his tone. He was the first to fold, and you continue to be the solid poker queen. No one's ever beaten you.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Sam picks up your cards as you swipe all the chips with a pretty smile on your face.
The night progresses as it usually does. Beers are being passed, jokes being told, there's a lot of laughter, and Wanda enjoys herself to an extent. There's a part of her brain that continues to remind her that she wanted to kiss you earlier, though.
But you're just--you're just you. Everyone tries to gain your attention or sit close to you. Everyone tries to please you in some capacity, including her.
It's more than your looks, what has them all falling over their feet, more than the pretty smile you always have for everyone. It's everything that you are.
You're smart in a way that always leaves Wanda speechless. You're clever and articulate, even when you're upset. You always find the right words to speak without hurting anyone's feelings but getting your point across all the same. You're open; there's an inviting quality about you that makes the team want to be your closest friend.
But then, of course, you're also incredibly beautiful, so much so that compliments are always raining your way.
"You doing okay?" You ask her, sitting next to her on the large couch, while Natasha attempts to show Bucky how to properly hold a ballet pose.
Everyone's laughing, and she's suddenly very aware of her silence--since she can't think of a single coherent thing to say to you.
"Yeah." She nods her head, nervously glancing your way and her stupid brain reminding her that she wanted to kiss you earlier again. "You?"
"I'm quite well. Take a look—Sam's already about to fall asleep." You point towards the next couch, where Sam is dozing off, and Wanda laughs awkwardly.
"Still a lightweight." She comments as you sip your beer, the same one you've been holding the entire night she's noticed.
"You'd think being in the army and all that testosterone would teach a guy how to hold his liquor, but nope." You laugh, and she's once again taken by how beautiful you are.
"Yeah." She tries to laugh, following your joke, but all she can think about is how nice you look in white. The shirt you have on is loose and definitely something you wear to sleep, but the color makes your skin glow in a way that she finds absolutely gorgeous.
"Y/N, please come collect your kids." Tony calls you, and you roll your eyes as you give Wanda a look.
She can do nothing but smile at your reaction, and you squeeze her knee before you stand up.
"What's going on?" You ask Bucky, and he takes a step back from Natasha. Natasha moves lithely towards you and wraps her arms around your waist as if looking for protection from the big bad Winter Soldier.
"She's mean. She's a mean drunk." Bucky says, pointing at Natasha. You push Natasha away from you a tad, if only to look into her eyes. Natasha's not drunk, though—she never gets drunk.
"We agreed." You remind her while Wanda looks closely at the interaction.
"I know, I'm sorry." Natasha deflects, and you turn to Bucky, a serious look on your face.
"Fine, I'm sorry too. We'll behave." He says, and Tony laughs, as does Pepper. You have them, metaphorically, eating out of your hand.
"Whipped," Pepper says, and Tony makes the same whip lashing sound right after.
"Uh uh." Natasha shakes her finger at Bucky, her free arm going around your waist again. "I'm not into sharing."
You laugh, and Natasha does too. It's a joke, but the phrase doesn't sit too well with Wanda.
Are you dating Natasha?
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The question stays with her for good—the thought of you too.
It's like one day she wakes up and finds herself infected with you. You're the first thing she thinks in the morning, and once you're in her brain, you're there to stay.
She goes about her daily routine and can't help but wonder if you're already up and what you're doing. She goes to the gym and can't help but wonder if she'll see you there.
When you're not there, she can't help but feel a little disappointed. But her day moves quickly, as does everyone's in the Compound. There's training, meetings, debriefings, and more training.
She feels exhausted by the end of the day and craves a shower more than she craves air itself. No one said being a hero wouldn't be hard after all.
She's on her way to her room when someone calls her name, and her stomach instantly drops. The sound of your voice hits her in the pit of her stomach; it's a sensation she's never felt before and one that makes her feel nervous and awkward to an extent.
"Want some pizza, Wands?" You ask with a smile on your lips and a slice of pizza in your hand.
"I was gonna go take a shower. I'm feeling kind of gross." She says with an embarrassed smile, but you're already walking closer to her.
"By the time you come back, there'll be no pizza left. Plus, you look fantastic!" You tell her, handing her the slice you're holding, and she takes it with a blush on her cheeks that she hopes you don't notice.
"Thank you." She says, and you bump her shoulder in a friendly way, and she feels--well, she feels special.
"Come on. I ordered some wings too, I know you love them. I'll share with my ladies."
You walk with her back to the kitchen, but by the time you both get there, the entire pizza is gone. The boys are happily chewing while Natasha and Kate watch the scene with a grimace.
"Ladies, follow me." You announce as you walk behind the counter and pull out a take-out container from one of the lower drawers.
"Life saver." Kate touches her chest before she leans forward to kiss your cheek, and Wanda takes a seat in silence.
"These are my favorites," Natasha comments as she goes for a wing, and you do too.
Wanda watches you take a bite, and she has to look away when the feeling in her stomach makes her feel so uncomfortable that she can barely stand it.
"I know they are, hon," You tell Natasha while picking up a napkin and cleaning her chin, where a little bit of sauce has spilled.
"Thank you," Natasha replies, winking in your direction, and Wanda's stomach sinks again for the reason that she refuses to overthink.
Not that her brain listens.
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You're the first thing she thinks about when she wakes up now, and it becomes an unconscious habit of sorts. The thought of you comes to her mind effortlessly, as easy as breathing and it always comes accompanied by the weird feeling in her stomach that makes her feel as if she can't breathe.
It's just a crush, she tells herself. You're definitely crushing material, and there's nothing wrong with her feeling this way.
It's a crush, and it'll go away.
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The crush does the exact opposite of going away.
You're everything she can think about, and she has no idea of how to get closer to you.
It all changes one night, though.
She can't sleep, and she decides to go for a walk, the Compound is big enough, and she's done it before. She's walked through every corner of it; she's come to know every hidden ladder that leads to the roof and Tony's secret wine cellar.
But tonight, something's different, not that she can put her finger on what that is exactly. She takes the stairs down to the first floor, and the silence is what tips her off.
As she walks through the main lobby, she realizes that Friday hasn't said a single word to her since she left her bedroom. Usually, Friday would be asking her questions by now, keeping her company.
Suddenly on high alert, she rounds the corner to the main security area, and she sees you.
All the red alarms in her head are quickly replaced by that same feeling in her gut and chest. You're talking amicably with the tech guy that oversees the security systems overnight.
You see her, and she comes to a halt in the middle of the wide-open lobby. You smile, and she feels like melting right where she stands.
"Wands." You smile, walking towards her quickly. "What are you doing up? It's so late."
You're wearing combat boots and skinny jeans, a black top, and an open denim jacket--a look that she's never seen you wear before. She's certain that she's never seen you wear that top.
"I was just--walking." She tells you, and you reach out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Your fingers graze her skin, making her shiver, and you notice.
Of course, you notice, just like you've noticed every other single reaction she has towards you.
"You mind if I join you?" You ask her, and she can barely breathe.
She can't answer verbally, so she nods, and you caress her cheek with the back of your fingers as you pull back your hand. A subtle action that can definitely be taken as friendly. After all, you don't want to scare her, or worse, tip her off.
"Are you cold?" You ask her after noticing she's only wearing an oversized shirt.
She's still trying to get her breathing back to normal, the ghost of your touch still lingering on her cheek and preventing her from thinking straight.
"I'm fine." She tells you after catching the look on your face and remembering that you asked her a question.
"Here." You stop walking and take off your denim jacket.
"It's okay, really." She tries to intervene when you move to drape the jacket on her shoulders.
"I insist." You tell her with a smile that quite literally steals her breath away. "Denim suits you, Miss Maximoff."
You fix the collar of your jacket close to her chest, smiling as she blushes right before you. You're cute and beautiful, so beautiful that she can barely think, let alone speak.
It's ridiculous! You shouldn't have this much power over her. You two aren't even that close, but the more she looks at you, the more her brain shouts things that she's never thought about before.
She wants you happy. She wants to see you smiling. She'd like to know everything about you, everything that you're willing to share; she wants to know it. She'd like to go wherever you go, and she'd like to see the world from your perspective.
You're still smiling as you admire your jacket on her, and she tilts her head to the side in a sign of endearment. You're so cute, and she can't stop staring.
She'd never hurt you. She only ever wants to love you and take care of you. She doesn't know you that well, but she wants to, but the universe, it seems, is not giving her an option.
If you give her a chance, she'd make sure that you never regret it.
"You okay there?" You ask her after a beat, and she swallows with difficulty. Her face burns with embarrassment, and she nods her head quickly. "How about that walk?"
You smile and offer your arm for her to take, and she nervously does.
It's not long before you're telling her about your time as a rookie in S.H.I.E.L.D. and Melinda May kicking your ass daily as your S.O. She finds your journey so interesting that by the end of the walk, she knows the names of most of your friends at S.H.I.E.L.D.
That's the first night she sleeps with your jacket on.
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You begin to spend more time with her. She refuses to ask if you're dating Natasha, especially after both act like a married couple.
She doesn't ask because the thought of you with someone else--guts her. If you were to tell her that you and Natasha are an item, she knows the feeling that would take over her--she knows the feeling all too well.
And maybe she's being naive. Maybe the more time she spends with you, she's just opening herself up to more inevitable heartbreak. Whatever the reason, she doesn't want to cut the time the two of you have finally begun to spend together short.
It doesn't matter anyway because even after Natasha joins whatever conversation you're having, you still make sure to stay by Wanda's side, and she feels, well, she feels special.
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The late-night walks become a regular thing. Wanda would meet you in the lobby, where you'd wait for her with a smile that seems to be reserved only for her.
There are many times when she's almost told you everything she feels for you, but something always holds her back. She's afraid to lose you, and she doesn't want to gamble with your friendship.
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You kiss her one night. One second she's greeting you in the empty lobby, and the next, you're kissing her.
She loses her breath, her entire body tensed, and for a moment, she feels like she's freefalling. But she opens her eyes and finds your gentle stare on her, waiting for a verdict as if you'd done something wrong.
"But Natasha?" Is the first thing out of her mouth, and you place your hands on her waist, pulling her a little bit closer to you.
"She's just a friend." You tell her, and she chuckles, the smile on her lips threatens to split her face in two, and you think she might be the most beautiful woman you've ever gotten to kiss.
She's certainly the most beautiful target. No doubt about it.
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She's in love with you, so much so that she's completely blind to things that you know she's been trained to see.
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Tony believes they've been infiltrated. Recently he's found a code on Friday that he's certain he didn't write himself.
Everyone is on high alert, but things go on as they usually do. Tony rewrites the coding, and Wanda continues to fall for you.
You take her out on dates, and Natasha keeps her distance, though she does glare playfully at Wanda from time to time. Now Wanda laughs at her antics, reassured by the way you're always touching her in some capacity.
She becomes increasingly addicted to the way your hand finds a home in her lower back whenever you're close enough and the way your slender fingers move to delicately fill in the gaps between her own. She becomes a junky for your sweet kisses and the way your hands sneakily touch her bare skin under every shirt that she wears.
You always look at her adoringly and chuckle before running your nose across her cheek as you kiss her face. She'd wrap her arms around you then and giggle at having you happy, which is all she ever wanted.
Your late-night walks become a habit that always ends in her bedroom with her under you, moaning and groaning your name over and over again like a breathless prayer meant only for your ears.
Each day that passes by gives her something else to fall for you, and she collects these moments, these aspects of your personality, like a treasure. She's never felt as safe as she does when she's with you. She's never loved as fiercely.
"You trust me?" You ask her one night when you're knuckle deep in her, and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth.
"Yes," she moans as you brush your thumb over her clit and her nails dig a little deeper on your shoulders.
"You love me?" You ask her, adding pressure on her clit and sinking your fingers a little deeper. She yelps, her stomach tightening and her throat running dry.
"Yes," she gasps as she pulls you down and kisses you a little bit desperately. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows that she's being too vulnerable, but she still feels safe with you.
"You sure you trust me?" You ask her again, and the look in your eyes has an earth-shattering effect on her; it always does.
She comes around your fingers with a strangled gasp of your name, and you kiss her lips one last time before you bend to pick up your phone from her nightstand.
She's still catching her breath when you return to her side with a little pill between your fingers.
"What's that?" She asks as you twirl the pill, and she scoots closer to you. Her lips kiss your face, her hands pull you closer.
"I love you too, you know." You tell her, and she hides her face in the pillows, laughing and blushing, and you think she's the most beautiful woman you've ever slept with.
The most beautiful target you've ever gotten.
"Take this." You offer her the pill, and she looks at you with a little apprehension.
"But what is it?" She asks.
"You said you trust me." You remind her.
"I do." She nods as you roll on top of her.
For such a powerful being, she's still just a girl staring into the eyes of the first person she's ever loved like this.
"Show me." You tell her.
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Leaving the Compound with Wanda in the middle of the night proves to be by far the easiest part of your entire mission. But pretending to look for her when you return? That is by far the hardest thing you've had to do when you know exactly where she is and who asked you to get her.
Eric assured you she'd be safe, and you know better than to question Magneto himself. She's no longer your concern.
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