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“Agent Y/l/n, Mr. Rogers and Ms. Romanoff have requested your presence in the office.”
“Thank you, FRIDAY. Tell them I’ll be right there,” you said, slowing down from a jog as you turned off the treadmill you’d been using.
You grabbed your towel and wiped your face before draping it around your neck and taking a drink from your water bottle.
Steve tended to call you for mission debriefings right when they were about to happen rather than telling you beforehand which usually messed up your morning workouts, but you’d managed to time them well just in case. It only took you a few minutes to get to the office from where you’d been and you were very grateful for the air conditioning being good enough to cool you down by the time you got there.
When you opened the door, you saw Wanda sitting in a chair opposite Steve and Natasha, and a crinkle grew between your brows before you stopped in your tracks, looking around the room, “There’s a really weird vibe in here, what’s happening? Did someone get fired- am I getting fired?”
“Y/n, sit, no one is fired,” Natasha chuckled and gestured toward the empty chair beside Wanda.
Steve dropped a file down on the table and you both leaned forward to read it, but you didn’t get very far. Your heart dropped when you saw what your mission was and you looked up at Nat with pleading eyes but she just gave you a shrug and a look that said ‘there’s nothing I can do’.
“So, you want us to date?” Wanda asked, seeming a bit confused.
Steve swayed forward for a second and crossed his arms, “To pretend to date, yes. Should just be for two weeks, if things go by smoothly. We’ve rented a house for you guys already.”
“Okay... but why us? Why not you and Nat or something?” you asked before turning to Wanda. “Not that I don’t want to or anything- I mean, I’m just-”
“Curious?” Wanda interrupted with a smile to which you nodded. “You’re fine, Y/n/n.”
“You guys are the best suited for this mission,” Nat said simply.
“And why is that?” You asked with a raised brow and a playful glare present.
She rolled her eyes, “Well, you guys are both, you know-”
“Gay?” You interrupted, arms crossed.
“Yes, and the couple who runs this drug cartel is a lesbian couple, so we thought you’d fit in well.”
“Since when is it our job to infiltrate drug cartels?” Wanda frowned.
Steve sighed, “Since the drugs started giving people weird abilities- did you guys only read the first paragraph of the file?”
You rolled your eyes and spun around in your chair a few times before Steve grabbed the back of your chair to stop you, “Y/n, please.”
“When is this, anyway? And where are we going?”
Steve huffed and brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose dramatically, “If you guys would just read the file-”
“You leave for Miami tomorrow morning,” Natasha answered.
——
You will arrive at your destination in one minute.
You groaned at the GPS direction interrupting your music for the thousandth time, “I already feel sick of this place and we’ve just got here.”
Wanda chuckled and rolled her eyes, “Oh, don’t be dramatic, Y/n/n. We’ll be fine.. it’ll be fun.”
“You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, Maximoff,” you teased and shifted in your seat to look over at her while she turned into a street.
“Maybe I am... show me the photo of Vanessa and what’s-her-name again? Uh-”
“Sofia?” you asked, already looking through your phone to find the photo before she had to answer.
Wanda nodded, “Yes, her.”
The GPS spoke again, letting Wanda know that she’d arrived at her destination as you pulled up the photo and tilted your phone in her direction.
She hummed after looking at it and unbuckled her seatbelt before sighing and getting out of the car, you doing the same after shoving your phone in your pocket.
The two of you spent the next few minutes grabbing your suitcases and bringing them inside before going back out to do a short sweep of the car to make sure you had gotten everything.
Just as Wanda closed the trunk, you closed the door to the backseat and walked over to her.
“We’re all done,” She smiled and her eyes flicked to the house behind you as someone walked out.
“What is it?” you asked, tilting your head upon seeing her eyes widen slightly.
Wanda smiled warmly at you and your confusion grew when she took your hands in hers, pulling you closer to her, “I’m going to kiss you,” she said quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, which made you blush profusely as you blinked quickly in a feeble attempt to gather your thoughts.
“What, you- you’re what?” you stuttered.
Wanda huffed, but the sweet look on her face was throwing you off, “She’s watching , Y/n. Please don’t be difficult.”
“Oh,” you mumbled and bit your lip, your heart was beginning to race. “Um yeah, oka-”
Wanda cut you off with a tender kiss and - holy shit her lips are so soft . She brought one of her hands up to cup your cheek and tried calming your nerves with the other, rubbing your knuckles with her thumb.
When she pulled away she peppered a few kisses on your face, which made you giggle, despite your face feeling like it was bright red, “You okay?” she murmured against your cheek.
You nodded in response and brought her hand to your lips to press a kiss to her knuckles before pulling her into the house, but giving her enough time to look over at your new neighbor and give her a little wave.
Both of you let out a breath once the door was closed and she looked at you with an incredulous look on her face, which made you roll your eyes.
“What was that?” She asked, and you shoved your hands into your pockets.
“Nothing, I just-”
“You talk a big game to be getting flustered like that, Y/l/n,” Wanda teased, nudging you in the arm.
You rolled your eyes again and waved her off, “You just caught me off guard is all. Let’s go see the rest of the house.”
Wanda laughed as she walked behind you, and you looked through the kitchen to see if it had everything you needed. She peered over your shoulder and hummed, “We’re going to have to pick up some stuff from the grocery store.”
“Yeah, I mean, I can go after I unpack,” you said, shutting the fridge.
“Are you trying to get rid of me?” Wanda smirked with a raised eyebrow, but upon seeing your frustration she pursed her lips. “I didn’t mean to make you upset, Y/n/n, I’m sorry. She was just looking at us and I didn‘t think we’d get another chance to get her attention today.”
You sighed and shook your head before giving her a half smile, “No, I’m sorry, you’re right. You were doing your job.” And that’s all it would ever be. “I just have to get used to this is all, I guess I hadn’t really mentally prepared.”
Wanda’s face bore an indistinguishable expression for a moment, but she nodded, “It’s okay, I still need to get used to it, too. Let’s just go look around the house, yeah?”
You hummed in agreement and the two of you made your way into the living room. You looked around halfheartedly until Wanda started walking towards the bedroom and you followed behind her.
“Cute,” she said as she walked in and you stood in the doorway, eyes flicking around the room.
You both seemed to end up looking at the bed that adorned a blue comforter and white pillows that looked really soft.
“I can take the couch,” Wanda spoke, clearing her throat.
“No, what?” you frowned. “The bed is - it’s big enough for both of us. You’re not sleeping on the couch.”
She looked reluctant to agree with you so you raised your brow, urging her to say something, “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”
“I’m fine, I promise. I just freaked out a little outside.. Besides, this should help, right? We could use some intimacy practice,” you bit your lip. God that sounds so stupid, you thought.
“Intimacy practice?” she snorted and you lightly hit her arm.
“Shut up, you know I’m right,” you said, and mentally praised yourself for sounding confident.
Wanda put her arms up in surrender, “Okay fine, we’ll practice our intimacy ,” she teased, snickering.
“You’re the worst,” you groaned and walked out of the bedroom, but she trailed behind you, and you could hear her bubbly laugh.
“How could you say that? I’m the best girlfriend ever.”
“Sure, Maximoff,” you chuckled.
——
A few hours later, you’d unpacked, done groceries, and gone for lunch.
You arrived back home, and got out of the car, meeting Wanda at the door, “What the hell do Nat and Steve expect us to do for two whole weeks?” you groaned as she got close enough to hear you without you having to be too loud.
“At least two weeks,” Wanda reminded, watching you get out your keys and unlock the door. “And I’m not sure, but we can always call and bother them. They still haven’t given us our full cover... Orrr we can go out to the beach since it’s literally in our backyard.”
“Wanda-”
“C’mon, it’ll be fun, we can-”
“Hi, ladies!”
Your brows furrowed and you turned around to see Vanessa walking up to you guys. You forced a smile and nudged Wanda towards her in an attempt to not have to talk to her, but Wanda pulled you forward with her before letting her arm go around your waist.
“Hi,” Wanda smiled, squeezing your side a bit, and you held up your hand to do a little wave.
“I’m Vanessa, I live right next door,” she smiled back and held her hand out for both of you to shake, which you did.
“Yeah, I think we saw you while we were heading in earlier. I’m Wanda, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.”
“Hi,” you smiled and leaned into Wanda, a bit out of nervousness. In response, she pulled you closer to her and kissed the side of your head, and you had to bite back a smile.
“Did you guys just move here?” she asked. Wanda nodded, “Yes, we got here today.”
“You guys are adorable,” she pouted, and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “Well, I’m sure you guys have stuff to do, but if you want a break from unpacking you can always come over for drinks sometime.”
Wanda smiled, “That sounds great, we actually don’t have much to unpack.”
“Perfect! Come over tomorrow night, then,” Vanessa smiled and started to walk back to her house. “How does seven sound?”
“Sounds great!” Wanda chirped from beside you and you rested your head on her shoulder, groaning quietly, to which she chuckled and pulled you back towards the door.
“Do you not like her or something?” she chuckled once the door was closed behind you.
Your nose scrunched and you looked over at her, confused, “Sorry, did you forget she runs a drug cartel?”
Wanda huffed, “I know, but otherwise, she seems nice, she’s not that bad.”
“I just don’t want to have to be around her any longer than I have to. She makes me nervous,” you shrugged before moving to sit on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island.
Wanda bit her lip as she looked at you, seeming to be thinking, “Is it-”
She was interrupted by your phone ringing and you gave her an apologetic look before answering, “Hey, Nat.. yeah, hold on.”
You put the phone on speaker so Natasha and Wanda could exchange hellos.
“Okay, we’re giving it to you easy. You guys are wedding planners, you’ve got your own company together, we’ve even set you up a website just in case. The link should be emailed to you within the next five minutes. You can literally make a bunch of shit up about the weddings and no one will know, alright?”
You started laughing as soon as Natasha said wedding planners, but Wanda flicked you on the arm to get you to stop.
“Okay, thank you, Natasha,” Wanda spoke into the phone, lightheartedly glaring at you when you snickered.
“Mhm, call me if you have any questions-”
“Yeah, what the hell are we supposed to do for two weeks?” you asked, and Wanda rolled her eyes.
“You’re in Miami, Y/n. Don’t be boring, go have fun.”
And with that, Natasha hung up the phone.
“See? I was right,” Wanda smiled smugly and you feigned annoyance, poorly albeit, the smile on your face was an indication that you were anything but. “Now, come to the beach with your super hot, sexy, witch girlfriend.”
You shook your head with a chuckle and held up your hands in defeat, “Okay, okay. We’ll go to the beach.”
——
Once you had changed into a swimsuit, you allowed Wanda to drag you out of the house and through the sand as you carried the beach towels.
You glanced over and saw your new neighbor sitting on her balcony reading a book and you squeezed Wanda’s hand to grab her attention, “Wands, I don’t know if this is a great idea.”
Her excitement dissipated when she heard your words and you felt your heartstrings being tugged at when she looked at you with an almost hurt expression.
“I just- she’s out here,” you tilted your head towards the house and Wanda let go of your hand to fidget with the hem of her bikini top
that she looked amazing in
with a disappointed look on her face.
“We can head back in, it’s fine.”
You internally kicked yourself and dropped the towels on the floor before grabbing both of Wanda’s hands and pulling her towards the water, “I feel like an asshole now, c’mon.”
She bit back a smile and let you pull her through the shallow part of the ocean until you were both up to the top of your ribcages.
“I guess it is kind of nice out here,” you admitted, to which Wanda smiled smugly. “You told me, I know.”
She chuckled and got closer to you, putting her arms around your neck and wrapping her legs around your waist, “Is she looking again?” you asked, bringing your hands to the underside of her thighs to keep her up.
“Maybe, I don’t know. Can’t a girl enjoy her temporary girlfriend?” Wanda asked playfully, as she ran her delicate fingers through your hair. She was close enough for you to properly study the way her eyes looked in the sun and if she stayed still long enough you could probably count all the freckles on her face.
“You’re really milking this, aren’t you?” you giggled.
“Of course I am, you’ll never be able to say you’ve had a better fake girlfriend than me,” she said triumphantly.
“Oh, I should step up my game then, huh?” you joked, walking a few paces into the shallower parts of the water, now enjoying the refreshing feeling of it more than you cared to admit.
“Probably,” Wanda hummed. “I don’t think you’ll be very hard to beat at the rate you’re going.”
You faked dropping Wanda, letting go of her legs and tipping her back, but you grabbed her before she fell in, laughing at her squeal.
“Drop me in the water and I’ll fake break up with you,” she smacked your arm, despite grinning wildly.
You feigned being offended but waded back into the water, letting it go up to your chest again and trying to keep your mind off Wanda’s very mesmeric way of playing with the necklace you were wearing
“How are you so good at this?” you asked, but upon seeing Wanda’s confused expression, you knew she had no idea what you were talking about. “At this, like the PDA and being touchy with me.”
Wanda shrugged and looked to your collarbone, watching water gently splash into you, “I dunno, I guess it’s just easy with you. Feels right- like, in a way, I guess. I don’t know.”
You smiled softly and nodded, “Cute, Maximoff.”
She rolled her eyes and dropped her head to your shoulder to hide her smile, “Shut up, I’m being so nice to you right now.”
“Okay, okay, sorry,” you chuckled. “That’s nice to hear, I guess.”
Wanda snickered and shook her head against you, “You’re horrible.”
You and Wanda stayed in for an hour, just messing around with each other, until you suggested that you go inside so you didn’t get sunburns, but you promised her that you’d come back out with her later to watch the sunset.
You both took turns showering and changed into comfortable clothes, you wearing a light sweater and shorts and Wanda wearing a t-shirt and sleep shorts.
Wanda made you both something to eat for dinner and you finished just in time for the sunset outside. Wanda brought the file you’d been given at the compound with her outside to review everything with you while you sat out, and you carried a towel for you both to sit on since you’d just showered and so you didn’t bring a bunch of sand back into the house.
Wanda sat close to you, and your pinkies were intertwined on top of the towel as you watched the sun go down. Every once in a while one of you would say something, but you didn’t have a conversation until the sun was almost down and Wanda brought the file into her lap and opened it.
She read everything out to you before reviewing the things Steve had underlined, very intent on making sure you remembered everything. You thought it was adorable the way she insisted that she quiz you on a mission file .
Just as you were about to answer one of her questions you were able to make out Vanessa walking in your direction, still far away, “Fuck, fuck .” you muttered, moving to straddle Wanda and sit on her lap.
Wanda glanced over and groaned, “Do you think if we just sit here like this she’ll go away?” she asked, pulling the file between your bodies, and you shuffled closer to cover it completely.
“Does it look like that would make her go away?” you huffed and ran your fingers through Wanda’s hair, pushing it away from her face.
“Y/n, if anything we can just talk to her-”
“Are you kidding? We’ll look like horny teenagers with me sitting on top of you like this. What if she invites us inside her house or if we have to make an excuse to go back inside and she sees it when we get up? It’s got a giant fucking Avengers logo printed on the front of it,” you shook your head.
Wanda bit her lip and let out a breath before licking her lips, looking conflicted because she knew both of you were thinking about doing the same thing.
You rolled your eyes, “Oh, c’mon Wands, you were so intent on kissing me earlier, what’s-”
Wanda tilted your chin down with her thumb and her index finger, making your lips meet hers. One of your hands went up to her neck and you traced her jawline with your thumb as you kissed while your other hand was at her waist subconsciously digging your fingers into her skin.
You kissed eagerly and smiled into it when her tongue darted out between her lips and licked your bottom one. You parted your lips and let her into your mouth, humming when your tongues touched for the first time.
Wanda started to kiss down your neck, angling her face so she could see Vanessa, “For fuck’s sake, she’s still coming.. Y/n, moan or something.”
“ What ?” you hissed, bringing your hand up to her hair. “I feel like we’re doing way more than we should be having to do for this mission.”
“Please, she’ll go away if she gets uncomfortable, just do it,” Wanda whispered urgently as she continued leaving open mouth kisses at your neck, occasionally nipping and marking the skin there.
“How am I supposed to just-” you interrupted yourself with a moan when Wanda bit down on your neck before sucking on your pulse point. Your grip on her hair tightened, making her hum into your neck.
“There we go,” Wanda mumbled. You shivered upon feeling her hot breath and you could feel her smiling against you.
She started to kiss your shoulder now, but you pulled her back with the hand that was in her hair, though not very hard, and your eyebrow raised when she let out a little whimper. Her eyes widened and you smirked before leaning forward to kiss her again, “Someone likes getting her hair pulled.” you whispered against her lips, which earned you a smack on the arm.
“Mention it to anyone and I’ll give you nightmares for three months straight, Y/n.”
You snickered and tugged at her hair a little harder this time, but your face flushed when she let out a breathy gasp. “I hate you so much,” she pinched you in the side.
“But I’m the best girlfriend ever,” you pouted and now it was your turn to kiss down her face to her neck, because to be fair, you really just wanted to leave a few hickeys, since she left them all over your neck.
Wanda’s breath hitched when you nipped at the skin underneath her ear and you felt her breathing quicken.
“Y/n/n, she’s gone,” she said breathlessly.
You soothed the skin you’d been sucking on with your tongue and left two more kisses before moving away while biting back a smile. Her eyes went down to your neck almost immediately. You assumed was looking at the hickeys she’d left and you started laughing quietly.
Wanda was now trying to suppress a smile, but it didn’t last long, and soon, she was laughing along with you, “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“It was for the mission,” you snickered, arms going to rest on Wanda’s shoulders.
“Mhm,” she said playfully before sighing. “We should probably go back inside, huh?”
You nodded and got off her lap, grabbing the towel once she’d stepped off of it. The moment you stepped foot in the house Wanda’s phone started ringing.
Wanda’s brow furrowed and she closed the door to the backyard, walking over to the counter quickly, and her heart started to race a little when she saw the caller ID. She held up her phone to you for a moment, “There’s no way she knows..”
However, as soon as she answered the call and put it on speaker, you were both met by Natasha’s yelling, “Why the fuck did I just see the mission file on the beach while one of your targets was in the vicinity?”
“Uh, what?” you squeaked as you watched Wanda’s eyes go wide.
“There’s cameras outside, idiots. If Steve found out you guys did that you’d probably never be allowed on another mission again.”
“You watched us?” you scoffed and crossed your arms, even though Nat couldn’t see you.
“Yes, obviously,” she said, and you could hear her clearing her throat.
Wanda opened and closed her mouth a few times before she spoke, “Is there audio for the security cameras, by any chance?”
“...Yes.”
“Oh god,” Wanda groaned and covered her face with her hands.
“The file stays inside your bedroom in a sex drawer or something, do not bring it out of that room, am I understood?” Nat asked.
“Yes ma’am,” you responded.
“Don’t get cocky with me, Y/n.”
You frowned, “I’m not being cocky I’m literally just saying yes ma’am-”
And then Natasha disconnected the call.
“Well that didn’t go very well,” Wanda cleared her throat, and you both looked over at the file that was now sitting on the kitchen counter.
“Yeah, we should go put that away.”
——
“That was so embarrassing,” Wanda muttered a few hours later as the two of you were getting into bed.
“So what, you have a hair-pulling kink? We all have our own things-”
“I’ll make you sleep on the couch, Y/n.”
“Yeah, right. You’d be bored without me to bother you,” you quipped as you turned towards her and tugged the comforter up to cover your shoulder.
“I’ll risk being bored,” she teased and turned towards you.
You stayed looking at each other for a few seconds and your heart fluttered when you realized you were laying in bed with Wanda. Sure, you’d just made out on the beach, but this was domestic in a way that was messing with your feelings.
You’d been pining after her for the past few months. Luckily, it didn’t seem too noticeable, but Natasha did figure it out pretty quickly. At the rate you were going, you were pretty sure you’d be head over heels for her by the end of the mission. Her touch was practically electric and everything she did drove you mad, even especially the teasing.
She looked deep in thought too, and before you could stop yourself you asked, “What are you thinking about?”
“You,” she said sleepily.
“Me?”
“Mhm,” she nodded against her pillow, and you watched her yawn softly.
“What about me?”
“You’re a good kisser,” Wanda murmured, and her hand reached forward to brush your hair back and away from your neck while a mischievous smile grew on her face. “And you bruise easily, too.”
You chuckled and rolled your eyes, swatting her hand away playfully.
“You’re also really nice to me. And you’re fun to be around, even if you’re a pain in the ass half of the time,” she smiled and shuffled closer to you, reaching her arms out.
You smiled back at her and pulled her into your arms, but she pushed you gently to lay on your back before wrapping an arm around your waist and settling into the crook of your neck.
“You tired?” you asked.
“Yeah,” she mumbled.
You could feel her soft lips and warm breath against your skin, and you swore there was no way she couldn’t read your mind because it was screaming a whole bunch of very loud thoughts and they were all about the girl laying in your arms.
You took a breath to calm yourself and threaded your fingers through her hair, “You tired yourself out trying to be a better girlfriend than me, huh?”
She didn’t respond for a few moments until she let out a little ‘mhm’, and you took that as your cue to let her sleep.
“Goodnight, Wands.”
“‘Night, Y/n/n.”
——
The next day passed fairly quickly. You and Wanda slept in since you didn’t have anything to do. She made breakfast and you watched two movies together before going out for a late lunch and coming back home to shower and get ready to go over to Vanessa’s house.
When you came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you, you saw Wanda had put on a little red dress that went up to her mid-thighs. It wasn’t too fancy or anything, but the material hugged her body perfectly and it made her look like she modeled dresses like that for a living. You tore your eyes away from her before you were caught staring, “You look pretty.” you said, letting your hair down.
Wanda looked at you from the mirror where she was fixing her own hair and smiled softly, “Thanks, Y/n/n. Go get changed, c’mon, I wanna see your dress.”
You took your dress from the bed and brought it back into the bathroom with you. You sighed when you looked at yourself in the mirror after it was on. It was black, much more flowy than Wanda’s. A little longer than hers too. You shook your head and let your hair fall where it wanted before stepping out, “What do you think?”
“I think you look great,” Wanda smiled again, this time biting her lip. “Come, sit,” she said, waving you over.
She pulled you to straddle the bench on the vanity next to her and mirrored the way you were sitting.
“What are you doing?” you chuckled, watching her grab the bag that had your makeup in it from the counter and rifle through it.
“Covering up your hickeys, genius. I’m sure you like them a lot, but you can look at them again later tonight,” she teased and pulled out your concealer and her color corrector that was already sitting on the counter.
Wanda moved closer to you before tilting your head to the side to start at the one under your jaw. You watched her cover them one by one through the mirror, a Taylor Swift song playing quietly from Wanda’s phone to keep you both entertained, though you were content just looking at her.
She finished up and leaned back with a smile, “Looks like they were never there.”
“Doesn’t feel like it,” you chaffed and she rolled her eyes. “But thank you.”
At the end of the hour, you were walking through Vanessa’s driveway hand in hand. You could feel Wanda’s nervousness. She’d been more quiet in the past few minutes than she had been all day.
“You feel okay?” You asked as you reached the door, gently squeezing her hand.
She squeezed yours back and put on a little smile, “Just a little anxious is all.”
Before you could say anything else, the door swung open and Vanessa stood behind it. A blonde woman who you recognized as Sofia was walking up to greet you and Wanda.
You let Wanda introduce you as her girlfriend and Vanessa introduced Sofia as her wife.
Their house seemed very expensive. As they led you through it, you kept getting distracted from what Vanessa was rambling about by the sleek furniture, the large paintings that hung from the crisp-looking white walls, and the little white dog who’d been groomed to make her head shaped like a cotton ball.
The dog, Chloe, followed the four of you out to the patio.
They had a fully stocked bar around a dozen feet away from two couches across from each other with a low table in between them, where you sat next to Wanda and Vanessa sat next to Sofia.
Wanda put her arm around your waist and you took the opportunity to lean into her and put your hand on her lap.
Your attention was drawn to your hand when she covered it with her own and laced your fingers together, and your brain short-circuited for a second. Sure, you’d held hands before, but the way she was rubbing your thumb with hers was distracting and you ended up staring at her long fingers for probably far too long because when you looked back up, Vanessa was handing you a drink and there was a plate of nachos sitting in the middle of the table.
Vanessa and Sofia both downed a shot of tequila each, while you took a small sip of champagne, knowing you had to pace yourself. You’d assumed that Wanda told them neither of you wanted tequila because a glass of champagne was sitting on the table in front of her, too.
“V tells me you guys just moved here, where’d you come from?” Sofia asked, and the look on her face gave you an uneasy feeling.
Wanda answered quickly, and you knew now was the time to let her speak so you didn’t step on each other’s toes and screw up the mission, “We came from New York.”
“Ah, once a city girl, always a city girl,” she smiled, and your eyes flicked over to Vanessa who was eyeing Wanda as she took a sip from her margarita. “You come for the warmer weather?”
Wanda squeezed your hand a little at the question and tried to give an acceptable answer that didn’t sound too suspicious, “Eh, I mean, I don’t -”
“She doesn’t mind the cold. I don’t think either of us does, to be honest,” you shook your head and put on a little smile before squeezing her hand back. “I think we both just needed a fresh start to be on our own, away from our families and all that. And we figured Miami was a good place for us since it’s a big city, so our business should do well here.”
“What do you guys do?” Vanessa chirped, tilting her head curiously.
“We have a wedding planning company.”
“And you’re not married?” she asked, now chuckling.
“Uh, no,” you shook your head again, this time blushing a little. You glanced over to Wanda, who was blushing too, and when your eyes met her laugh started to bubble up.
“You guys have to get on that soon if you’re making it happen for everyone else,” Vanessa hummed, now taking another sip of her drink.
“I’m sure it’ll happen eventually,” Wanda smiled softly, and you looked down at your hands again, this time to take her hand into your lap and play with the rings on her fingers. “We just have to wait for when we’re ready, especially with moving and everything, I don’t think it’s the right time for an engagement.”
The conversation transitioned to restaurants in Miami fairly easily, thanks to Sofia, who you noticed seemed like she was used to taking charge of things, and that, plus the fact that you and Wanda had seen Vanessa home a lot, gave you the impression that Sofia was more involved in the cartel than her wife was.
They recommended a few different restaurants before bringing up the fact that they owned a club, which was something you and Wanda knew, of course. Wanda asked a few questions about it as naturally as she could. It didn’t take long for them to invite you to swing by and sit in the VIP section later in the week, and to be honest, you couldn’t tell if they were being so nice because they thought you were sweet or because they wanted a foursome.
Half an hour later, Vanessa was a little past tipsy, you and Wanda had both gotten through your champagnes, and Sofia somehow didn’t seem to be affected by her margarita at all.
“I have to ask,” Vanessa smirked after taking a sip of her drink. “Who’s the top?”
Wanda choked on the new champagne that had been given to her and your eyes went wide, but you rubbed her back while she coughed a few times before clearing her throat.
“Baby, don’t embarrass them,” Sofia scolded, but Vanessa waved her off and rested her chin on her hands, looking between the two of you.
Wanda still seemed shocked, and she blinked a few times before speaking, “Sorry, you mean like-”
“Well, duh, what else could I mean?”
Your mouth opened and closed as you looked over at Wanda, but she spoke before you managed to get anything out, “I mean, I guess I am.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Please, Wands, there’s no way-”
“What do you mean, there’s no way? You’re the one who gets flustered all the time,” she frowned, now looking straight at you.
“Barely- and how would that mean I can’t top-”
“You’re switches then?” Vanessa interrupted and Sofia nudged her in the side. You and Wanda both stared at each other for a couple of seconds before chuckling.
“Yeah, I suppose so,” Wanda said with a little smile.
Suddenly, Vanessa squealed again, and you could see that she’d come up with another thing to ask you and Wanda, which worried you after hearing what she’d just asked, “How did the two of you get together? I forgot to ask.”
“Oh, we met through a mutual friend, at a thing for her work- it was a party, I guess. I’d always thought Y/n was beautiful, though. Whenever our friend would show me photos of the two of them together I’d fawn over her- it was a whole thing, I got teased for it relentlessly,” Wanda giggled, and you were stuck with a blush on your cheeks. She was telling the story so naturally it was making you hope for things you knew you couldn’t have with her.
Wanda’s phone started buzzing, which caught your attention, and you huffed when you saw Steve’s name on the screen, “Uh, I’ll be right back- I’ve gotta take this, it’s for work.”
You squeezed Wanda’s hand instinctively, not wanting her to leave, but she got up, squeezing your hand back and giving you a sympathetic smile before walking away, her heels clicking on the floor.
“I didn’t realize wedding planners were on call after work hours,” Sofia took a sip from her drink, but the way she made her comment was making you feel a little uneasy.
“Yeah, we aren’t normally but we’ve been having issues with our flower vendor lately.”
Sofia hummed in acknowledgment and turned to Vanessa to talk to her. You rubbed the back of your neck, looking in Wanda’s direction, to watch her speak with Steve on the phone. Your breath was caught in your throat as she ran her fingers through her long hair, which showed off her strong jaw and long neck for a few moments before her hair fell back over her shoulder.
The two of you made eye contact when she turned in your direction and sighed, looking frustrated. You shot her a small smile that she returned with a small smile before frowning at whatever was just said to her and going back to talking.
Wanda rolled her eyes and nodded a few times, saying something else that you still couldn’t hear before making her way back.
“What did the uh, flower vendor say?” You asked carefully when she got to the couch.
You promptly felt a warm feeling in your head, and you knew Wanda was reading your mind, trying to figure out what you’d told them. The feeling dissipated almost as fast as it crept up, and she cleared her throat before speaking, “We lost them, but it’s alright, we can always call Carol.”
You smiled at the use of your friend’s name and nodded.
The rest of the night went perfectly. You exchanged phone numbers with Vanessa and Sofia and they promised to confirm a day later in the week for you and Wanda to come by the club before you and Wanda walked home, hand in hand.
Once inside, the two of you wound down and didn’t talk much. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, you both just wanted to get ready for bed. You settled down under the comforter, half propped up by some pillows after eating a snack and washing all of the makeup that had covered your face and neck off, and put on some random tv show, leaving the volume down because you were a little too tired to force yourself to pay attention.
After getting out of the bathroom, Wanda trudged over, now in sweats, and huffed before laying on top of you, with her head on your chest. Your hand went up to thread your fingers through her hair instinctively, and you switched between doing that and scratching her head.
“You know, I was wrong. You’re a pretty decent fake girlfriend,” she admitted, which made you chuckle.
“You aren’t too bad yourself, but I know I’m a little better at this than you,” you teased.
“As if,” Wanda scoffed and nuzzled further into you, her arms tightening around your torso.
“You’re going to have to ste- step up your game more, Wands,” you said, yawning in the middle of your sentence.
Wanda giggled and nodded, “Sure, baby.”
Your face burned at the nickname, but you just hummed in acknowledgment.
“Did you make the air colder while I was in the bathroom or something?” she mumbled quietly.
“Yeah, sorry, I know it’s chilly.”
Wanda shook her head against you, “It’s okay, you feel cold, so I figured. I can get us another blanket though,” she offered.
“It’s fine, I don’t want to make you get up.”
“Y/n/n, I have magic,” she snickered, shooting down your protest. With that, she twirled her fingers around and they glowed red for a second before a blanket in the wire basket across the room moved up, spread out, and covered both you and Wanda. It was tucked around you snugly, and you pulled her closer, enjoying her warmth.
Neither of you said much else, and you fell asleep like that.
——
By the end of the next week, you and Wanda had made considerable progress in the mission. All you had left to do was keep your cover for the night at the club while Natasha snuck into the backroom to get Sofia, Vanessa, and the rest of the people they worked with into the Avenger’s custody.
The two of you were on comms so Natasha could check in every so often to talk to you about what she was doing while you sat in your usual place in the VIP section near Vanessa’s friends who you’d become acquainted with. Apparently, there were a lot of lesbians in Miami and most of them seemed to have hooked up with each other before.
You were now turned away from Wanda while she sat behind you with her left arm draped over one shoulder and her chin resting on your other shoulder. You were half listening to a story this girl Ana was telling you about her family’s boat.
You could tell she was bored, which was fair because you were both used to doing much more interesting things than gossiping with people who do nothing all day, and she wasn’t hiding it very well. In an effort to keep herself entertained, she was fucking with you in every way possible. Her right hand rested on your thigh, and every so often she would press kisses to your shoulder or the back of your neck before nipping at the skin there.
Just now, she’d tried to suck a hickey at your shoulder, but you nudged her off of you, making her scoff. She then groaned quietly and rested her head on you in defeat while you suppressed a chuckle.
It wasn’t long before Vanessa’s friends left for the bathroom in a group, and they insisted that you both should stay at the table because Wanda had said her feet were hurting from dancing earlier. You immediately turned towards her once they were gone and glared playfully, “What are you trying to accomplish, Wands?”
“Nothing, darling, can’t I just have a nice time with my girlfriend?” she asked, a smirk playing at her lips as she twirled the ends of your hair with her fingers.
“Of course you can, my love, but I’m sure there are other ways to have a nice time that don’t involve making out with my neck,” you teased.
Wanda rolled her eyes, “If you want to complain about me making out with you, I’ll give you a reason to complain.” she said pointedly, pulling you towards her so she could kiss you.
Your lips moved together naturally now, as you’d both gotten used to kissing each other, but it wasn’t very long before you were interrupted by Natasha groaning over comms, “I can hear you and hate you. If I see you two sticking your tongues down each other’s throats on the quinjet because you can’t wait until you get to the compound I will strap parachutes to your backs and throw you out. You horny fuckers can’t go two seconds-”
You pulled away from Wanda to curse under your breath, “You must be getting old because all you like to do anymore is complain.”
“I hope you remember calling me old next time we train together Y/l/n,” Natasha retorted, which made you chuckle in ignorant bliss, ignoring the fact that you knew she would hand your ass to you.
You brushed off her comment and moved further down to kiss Wanda’s jaw, “Besides, we’re just doing this for the mission.” you said, reminding yourself more than anyone.
You felt Wanda’s breath hitch and you eased away from her, kissing back up to her lips and pecking her nose twice before sitting back and taking a sip of your drink.
Nat gave a ‘yeah, right’ over comms which made you roll your eyes.
Wanda did her best to suppress a smile but broke out into giggles, which made your heart flutter in the cheesiest way possible.
A minute or two later, your eyes scanned over the club and your brows furrowed, “They should be back already, right?”
“Well, one of Vanessa’s friends wouldn’t happen to be blonde in a tacky-ass hot pink dress would she?” Natasha asked in a hushed voice.
“Fuck,” you groaned. “Nat, do you need help?”
After hearing a loud crash over comms before the devices started to emit a high pitch ringing, you and Wanda both ripped them out before getting to the backroom as quickly as possible.
When you arrived, you watched Natasha push herself off a (now broken) metal shelf that was on the ground. You and Wanda had to work efficiently since Natasha was occupied with Sofia, who wasn’t too bad at fighting, but Natasha was way better.
What caught you off guard was the fact that their friends had powers, but you probably should have seen it coming. It wasn’t very hard to contain the girls with you, Wanda, and Natasha there, and a short fifteen minutes later, they were being loaded into a SHIELD van that would take them to a base for questioning.
After talking to Steve on the phone, the three of you made your way to the beach house, where you were staying for the night before leaving in the morning. Natasha borrowed clothes from you and got comfortable on the couch while you and Wanda retreated to your room.
You’d taken a bit longer than Wanda to get ready for bed. You were really tired, and you were moving slowly, now brushing your teeth. You heard the bed creak, and you assumed it was Wanda moving around in it, but you soon saw her come over and wrap her arms around your waist from behind before dropping her chin down to your shoulder, reminding you of how she’d been doing the same thing earlier in the evening.
“Hi,” she hummed, closing her eyes.
You mumbled a ‘hi’ in return the best you could with your toothbrush in your mouth which made her giggle, and you smiled at feeling her laugh behind you and her warm breath on your skin.
“Tonight’s our last night,” her arms around you tightened a bit as she said that, and you nodded before you spit your toothpaste in the sink and rinsed your mouth.
Both of you had settled too far into this fake relationship and you knew it was going to either cause weird tension or make you feel like shit when you got back to the compound, and you didn’t want either of those things to happen.
You expected Wanda to let you go, but her arms stayed where they were at your hips. Your eyes flicked up to hers in the mirror and your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you maintained eye contact.
Your pulse drummed in your ears when her hands gripped your hips and turned you around to face her.
All the questions you’d been wanting to ask her were now swirling around in your mind and you were sure, once again, she could hear your thoughts, or at least the chaos going on up in your head. She was standing so close to you. She hadn’t moved back and neither had you - but this time it was different. You couldn’t say you were just doing it to get more comfortable around her. You no longer had the excuse of pretending to be dating. All your bullshit reasons to be close to her were useless now.
“Y/n/n,” she said quietly before licking her lips, which momentarily drew your attention to them until you willed yourself to meet her eyes again. “You make a great fake girlfriend.”
You forced the right side of your mouth up in a lazy attempt at faking a smile and Wanda rolled her eyes, seeing right through it, “I bet you’d make an even better real one though… Go on a date with me?”
Your eyebrows shot up and you stayed at a loss for words for a few seconds before starting to chuckle, “That was.. really smooth.”
Wanda smacked your arm lightly
which was becoming a very common occurrence
and whined your name, “I’m sorry, sorry.” you laughed, holding up your hands in defense, “Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you- like so much Wands.”
A grin broke out on her face and your heart swelled, feeling a bit prideful because she liked you and you were the reason she was smiling like that.
“I don’t really know how you want to go about this,” she started. “Since we’ve already made out and all, but technically we haven’t even had a first date or anything, so if you don’t want to we don’t have to k- mph ”
You cut Wanda off with a hungry kiss and her lips moved against yours almost immediately.
When she moaned into your mouth after your hand went down to her ass, you pulled away, not missing the blush on her face.
"Does that answer your question?"