How they react to your homophobic family members.
I didn’t know what language Marvel had assigned to Sokovia so I just used latin because they said the words for sokovia derived from Latin on the marvel wiki
Carol:
Straight out tells them how fucking rude they are.
You were at a family reunion. For the most part people were supportive of your relationship with the gorgeous woman in the suit next to you, but some were not.
“Y/N, I see you’re still…well you.” Your uncle threw a distasteful glare at your hand locked with Carols. “You should really consider a man.”
You rolled your eyes, “yeah and you should consider finally croaking it. But you don’t hear me bitching.”
Carol threw you an impressed glance as she bit her lip to keep herself from smiling, and failing as she did it.
Your uncle was absolutely flabbergasted, “why Y/N, all I want is for you to be making good decisions and being a woman who loves another woman is not a good one.”
You were expecting this, and you were just ready to punch him in the face but Carol stepped in. “Excuse me, Y/N is the most loving woman ever. You should be grateful to have a niece so kind and powerful. You should also be grateful that I’m not punching you in the face for how you treat my girlfriend.” She stepped towards him, towering over him. “You are nothing more than just some old asshole who thinks people care about what he thinks. Take your wrong ideals and shove them up your ass.” She hissed.
He looked absolutely terrified, your godmother was watching this entire thing unfold. She threw you a thumbs up as if to say “you’ve got a good one.”
Wanda:
Sweet ole Wanda, finally snapping at someone.
She rubbed your shoulder as you sat through the reception, you felt uncomfortable and unwelcome. You were only invited because your mom (who supported you so much) insisted. You were never welcomed at your religious family’s gatherings because well, you were a Grade A sinner because you had tattoos. They didn’t even know you were queer. And you even got a guest which was surprising.
You were civil enough to wear a suit that would contain your tattoos (minus the ones on your fingers that you covered with makeup and rings). But your aunt wasn’t civil enough to keep comments to herself.
Your aunt sat next to you, the one that was known for being homophobic and an asshole. Also a huge racist. You sighed inwardly, Wanda squeezes your shoulder subtly saying she knew. She always knew. Pros of being a freaking mind reader.
When your aunt heard Wanda’s foreign accent she got this look in her eyes, the look you knew. The “I’m a racist and I show it look”. “Where are you from?” Your Aunt asked, her voice tight and cold.
“Sokovia.” She spoke, God, her accent just made you weak.
“Really?” Your Aunt said with feigned interest. You resisted the eye roll. You promised your mother you’d be civil. You promised your mother you’d be civil. You thought to yourself and Wanda responded in your head, you can do this Amica Mea. Besides, I am not ashamed of where I came from.
And no one should ever make you feel like you are. You said back.
Your Aunt smiled coldly, like a snake. “So how did you two become friends?”
Friends? Does she not see Wanda’s arms around your shoulder?
“A mutual friend of ours introduced us,” You said, your words clipped.
“So what have you been up to?” She asked, realizing how cold you were yet trying to fill the awkward silence.
“We went to a pride festival last month.” You said, after all, June had just passed.
She smiled coldly, “you still a f*g supporter?”
Wanda moved her arms around your waist, “she’s also a f*g fucker.” Wanda said calmly as she sipped her wine. Her eyes becoming filled with contained fury.
Oh you could’ve made out with her right then and there at your cousins wedding.
Your Aunt looked absolutely scandalized as you said calmly, “meet my girlfriend, Wanda.”
“You brought your girlfriend here?!” She shrieked.
“You told me to bring a guest. So I brought one, someone I love.” You kissed Wanda on the cheek and looked at your Aunt, “bite me, bitch.”
Your aunt huffed away, and you looked at Wanda who was looking at you filled with love, “I’m sorry I said that, I just hated that-”
You silenced her with a kiss, when you pulled away you said, “I love you, Wanda Maximoff.”
She smiled, “I love you, Y/N L/N. Regardless of your crazy family.”
You giggled as she kissed you again.
Holds you back from doing something you’d end up regretting. Even if she wanted to punch them as well.
Your sisters wedding was something you absolutely dreaded.
“You know we’ve defeated terrorists before right?” Maria said, obviously seeing your anxiety.
“Yeah well, terrorists never called me a f*g.” You snapped.
“How bad was it?” She set her hand on your shoulder, “you told me your family wasn’t the most accepting but what else happened?”
You shook your head, “I came out when I was fourteen, I told you that. But everybody except my parents insisted it was a phase, even my own sister. It’s never ending.” You said tiredly.
She gripped your hand, “I love you, Y/N. If anyone gives you shit I’ll deal with it okay?” She gave you a teasing smile as you rolled your eyes and brought her hand up to your lips to kiss it.
“For the love of God,” your sister walked up to you, “Aunt Suzanne is disturbed.”
“Cause I kissed my girlfriends hand? How dare I.” You rolled your eyes and took a sip of Maria’s wine.
“Just hold it back today okay?” Your sister nudged you.
“Hold back what? My relationship? My happiness? In case you can’t tell we’re at a fucking wedding. Love is allowed here dumbass.”
“You know how Aunt Suzanne is…” She trailed off.
“Yeah, a cunt.” You hissed. Maria squeezed your arm as your sister rolled her eyes.
“Just act normal.” She scoffed and walked away.
Act normal? You thought to yourself and went to go beat the shit out of your sister. Maria gripped your arm and pulled you back to her chest to make it look like a weird cuddling dance move so guests didn’t suspect why the bride and the sister of the bride were about to beat each other.
“If you keep yourself from fighting someone, I’ll reward you.” Maria whispered huskily.
You looked at her, “you’ll let me fuck you in the closet that’s down the hall?” You said nodding your head towards the said hall.
She snorted and banged her head against your shoulder, “I honestly don’t know why I love you.” She shook her head, and looked back up to you smiling.
You smiled and leaned in to kiss her, “only for you.” She grinned and pulled you two the dance floor. Where you two ignored the looks and swayed together, looking like two idiots in love.
Does not hide affection and shows you off proudly.
Taking Nat to a family reunion was an adventure you were looking forward to. Your family was not the most supportive in the way you lived your life and who you lived it with. But Natasha was excited to show you off and shove it in their faces how great the two of you were.
Nat held your hand as you walked to your aunts backyard, “you seem excited.” You said laughing.
“I can’t wait to shove this in those fuckers faces.” She said and promptly kissed you on the lips which you welcomed.
Your uncle decided now would be the time to walk out of the fence gate and see you and your girlfriend making out. “Oh! Um, hi Y/N.”
You nodded at him in acknowledgment, Natasha’s hands still wrapped around your waist, “Uncle Roger, this is my girlfriend Natalie Rushman.” You two decided to go with her alias name because you couldn’t risk her real name being revealed. Especially after the whole legal thing with Bucky.
Nat stuck her hand out to shake your uncles, “nice to meet you.” Natasha said, lying through her teeth. She probably wanted to punch him, she’s heard the stories.
He smiled and said, “likewise.” Then promptly walked away.
She looked at you over her shoulder, “this will be a fun night.”
Shuri believes in being petty, which you wholeheartedly agree with.
This family reunion meant a lot to you because it was the first family reunion you, the social outcast was going to after winning all your science awards. It was a prestige banquet, so you and Shuri were dressed in your finest attire, you in a suit and her in a wakandian dress that was red and orange.
You gripped her hand tightly as you walked into the hall, hoping to god your heels don’t slip on the marble tiles. She rubbed her thumb across your hand soothingly. “It’s alright.” She said kissing your cheek softly.
You let out a huff as your homophobic aunt walked up to you with a smile, but it faded because she’s a racist and homophobe. You squeezed Shuri’s hand in warning.
Your aunt was mostly civil and you two walked to a table that had about four family members there, your uncle included, he was known for refusing to believe science and believe facebook articles over actual professors and doctors.
“Global warming isn’t real!” You nearly walked away, one of your awards was in proving the fact that global warming is real. Your uncle refused to believe your points and you were about to leave when Shuri spoke up.
“That’s enough!” Shuri said, “I will not sit here and hear you discredit Dr. Y/N L/N. She is not only your niece but someone who has done more research than you ever will in your lifetime. Not like you have much of that left anyway.” She nodded to his wrinkled skin and white hair.
He guffawed. You smiled as she continued, “Y/N has a nobel peace prize, the Copley Medal, the Wolf Foundation prize and many others underneath her belt, if you want to know more, google her. She is reputable and the smartest woman I know.” She kissed your head.
You waved with your middle finger as the two of you waltzed out to go eat at McDonalds, the night behind you as you two basked in your love.
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