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Summary: There has been a significant decline in your performance at work after a recent relationship breakdown. This has been scaled up to higher management and Wanda Maximoff, CEO of the company, decides if you deserve punishment.
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: 18+ only! smut with storyline, enchanted strap, edging, choking (if you squint), cunnilingus, cussing, teasing, fingering, switch!wanda, switch!reader (r is more dom in this chapter), dub-con (enchanted), bit of angst, aggressive behaviour. If I’ve missed anything, don’t hesitate to reach out.
A/N: Things are getting heated! Thanks for joining me in my first ever fic series. Part Three sneak peak: reader is bottommm.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three (to come)
Do not copy, translate or publish my work as your own.
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It has been a few days since you were first called into Wanda’s office and you have both settled into a routine– she sends you a meeting invite, you attend. Wanda had put in place a ‘performance plan’ to your diary to assist in getting you back on your feet at work, though only the two of you know that isn’t exactly the case.
This afternoon is no different, you find yourself in Wanda’s chair again with her straddling you, smiling with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
“I have something for you,” she twists her body around to open the drawer next to you, revealing the strap she bought for you as a gift. A smirk pulls at your lips before biting them in excitement. Wanda looks back at you expectantly and you answer fast, maybe too fast, “Yes. Please.” You were nodding your head almost pathetically as the idea of using a strap on Wanda is what anyone’s dreams are made of.
She grabs it from the drawer and helps you adjust it to your waist and places a soft kiss to your lips– her breath on them delicate as she speaks, soft yet commanding, “Close your eyes.”
You obey, you always obey Wanda. You can feel her positioning her legs on either side of yours once more, curling her fingers around the strap– you thought she might just be adjusting it, but that’s when you feel it.
Your eyes shot up at Wanda with a gasp.
You feel everything. “Wh–”
“Shh,” her lips are on yours forbidding you from finishing your words as she lowers herself on the strap, on.. you.
Wanda begins to ride you, rolling her hips back and forth on top of you at a dangerously slow pace as she watches your face contort in pleasure in more ways than one. This new sensation has you gripping onto Wanda’s waist for dear life. Being able to feel all of her like this is a certain kind of ecstasy beyond comparison. Every roll of her hips ignites fireworks through your body and clouds every corner of your mind.
Worried she may be losing you to your overwhelmed senses, Wanda cups your chin to draw you back to her. She holds your gaze with a calm dominance, eliciting staggered whimpers from your lips at the intense vulnerability you feel when looking into those alluring green eyes.
Wanda changes her technique, raising and lowering her body over and over again, bouncing on you with a hunger she could no longer restrain. You guide her hips up and down, thrusting your own in perfect timing with hers causing the electricity to vibrate through your core.
Your gaze stays fixed on her, tracing the way her hair spills over her shoulders framing her figure– the toned curves of her abdomen, the graceful curves of her body. Every move she makes carries an effortless kind of perfection.
Wanda leans forward to connect your lips, your mouths run hot together in a panting mess, tongues dancing while you exchange moans into each other’s mouths until her lips part from yours– losing the control of the kiss as pleasure courses through her body.
The need to take complete control overcomes you, any coherent thought ceases to exist as you tear yourself from the chair, swiftly lifting Wanda back up onto the desk. Keeping her upright with her legs wrapped around your hips, you hold on to her waist thrusting into her over and over.
Wanda has her hands laced around the nape of your neck. The heavenly sounds and sighing breaths from Wanda does something to you, her breath quickens and she’s clenching around you– your grip on Wanda tightens, you think you’re going to cum so you slow your movements momentarily, “W-Wanda… fuck, am I..?”
Her legs pull you in harder, frantically holding you tighter, demanding you not to stop. At that motion you cum inside her, your hot breath moaning at her ear leading Wanda to throw her head back, lips parting with a cry of pleasure.
You’re out of breath and your movements come to a stop, however, your eyes widen in shock– flicking up at Wanda in panic. Wanda chuckles, “Relax!” she exclaims, taking hold of your jaw between her fingers, giving you a light peck on the lips.
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“Let’s go. We don’t want to be late.” You look over to Natasha grabbing her laptop and notepad and you follow suit. This morning you have your weekly team project meeting. There’s always a lot to get through and Nat knows how much you dread these meetings, thankfully getting you a coffee prior.
“I wonder,” Natasha’s voice is low as you both walk down the corridor, “will we spend another 30 minutes talking about the colour blue today or actually get these proposals over the line.” You scoff, smiling at Natasha, “with ten know-it-alls needing to approve minor details and differing opinions, highly unlikely.”
Your team is relatively large, twenty of you in one room discussing your projects and everyone’s roles and progress to date.
You are just getting around to the third person in the room when you freeze.
You feel something, something that feels... too good.
You suck in a sharp breath, a small sound escaping your mouth, loud enough to draw the attention of a couple of your colleagues.
The sensation is getting too intense and Natasha notices the colour drain from your face, giving you a questionable yet concerned look. You close your eyes trying to take a deep breath but it’s no use.
You have little control left when you excuse yourself from the meeting, heading straight for the privacy of the ambulant restroom.
Closing the door with urgency, you slam back against it, fighting to steady your breathing.
What the fuck?
There is an overwhelming, intoxicating sensation building between your legs, the same you felt when you used the enchanted strap with Wanda.
Wanda.
Fuck– her little witchy powers have somehow made you feel everything when it’s not even attached to you.
“Oh fuck,” you double over with one hand holding onto the bathroom sink, the other onto the wall in front of you. You squeeze your eyes shut as the rush of your orgasm builds, having little to no self control left. Wanda doesn’t stop– and you let out a cry of pleasure as the intensity of your orgasm washes over you.
Fucking hell Wanda.
You had barely swallowed your moans when your phone vibrates– Natasha:
Everything alright?
Shit.
You pull yourself together, replying to Nat as you step out of the restroom:
Just felt unwell, coming back now.
You sit yourself back in your chair, earning a few glances from around the room as you try your best to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. Wanda didn’t stop with her little stunt in the restroom, instead you suffer through the next 30 minutes of her relentless tantalising.
Wanda has access to your planner so she knows exactly where you are and the meeting you are currently in, and she knows exactly what she is doing to you. And as soon as your meeting wrapped up, you wasted no time in heading straight for the office of Wanda Maximoff.
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Wanda is leaning against the east wall of her office, scanning over the report which was handed to her only a moment ago, not entirely surprised to see you barging through the door heading straight for her.
The smug fucking look on her face made your blood boil yet turned you on at the same time. She takes a step forward to approach you, “How was your meet–“ you slammed Wanda hard up against the wall, a squeak of surprise escaping her lips.
“What the fuck was that?!” Both your hands planted against the wall on either side of her head, your body flush against hers. A shit eating grin tugged from Wanda’s lips, “Just a little enchantment I may have made the last time you used it.”
“In the team meeting?!” You bite back. Your hand went up to her jaw as you pushed your knee up hard between her legs, earning a gasp from the woman looking up at you. “You should be thanking me for the end result,” Wanda speaks in a low, sultry tone. You scoff in response as she continues, “Careful, Y/N. Your boss might not accept this kind of attitude from an employee.”
You trail your fingertips from her jaw to snake around her throat. “My boss needs to be taught a lesson in acceptable behaviour,” you growl. Wanda bites her lip, relishing in the way you are handling her right now, “Wanda, do you think this kind of behaviour deserves punishment… or do you think you can make it up to me?” You repeat the words she said to you that first day in her office. She smirks, then lowers her gaze, trying to hide the effect it had on her.
You notice Wanda trying to get more friction from your leg pressed between her and you take the opportunity to teach her that lesson. You quickly remove your leg and step back from her and watch as her face falters, letting out a whimper in search of you. You took her in. She looked cute like this. You watch as she squirms a little in desperation, and tilt your head in recognition– she likes this.
Closing the distance, your lips meet Wanda’s in a desperate kiss once more. Your fingers make quick work to slide up her thigh, then sink two deep into her soaked center. Both of you moan in tandem as you pick up the intensity, pumping your fingers vigorously. You feel Wanda starting to clench around them, her quickened breaths in your mouth, signalling you’re about to lead her to her orgasm.
You pull out.
A surprised, whine-laced gasp slipped from Wanda at the absence of you, a small, wounded look crossing her face. Her eyes widen in realisation of the game you are about to play with her when she spots the smirk growing in your expression as you bite your bottom lip.
Her cheeks flush lightly and you adore her neediness on display. Wanda is doing her best to avoid showing how desperately she needs you. Your mouth meets hers again in a bruising kiss and you tug at her bottom lip with your teeth. Wanda is clutching at your collar, insisting on getting what she wants.
Grabbing her hands, you slam them back against the wall, above her head. “No,” is all you say. You drop to your knees and lift her skirt, trailing kisses up her thighs and teasing the presence of your hot mouth over her needy pussy, making Wanda buck her hips towards you.
“Do not test me,” her voice is firm, trying to reassert her dominance.
You’ll give her that.
You slide your tongue through her folds moaning at the way she tastes. Licking upward to find her clit and you flick your tongue up and down at quick speed. You feel her hands in your hair pulling you in closer, and the vibrations of your moans have her legs already shaking. You suck on her clit before going back to your regular rhythm– the coil inside her tightening. She’s rolling her hips and making a mess of your face in reach of her orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” she cries out and Wanda freezes, eyes flashing open– realising what she has done.
You chuckle, giving a few more flicks of your tongue and pull away.
“No,” she gasps. “Y/N.”
You pull yourself up with a wicked grin planted on your face and grab her by the hand, leading her over to the lounge in the corner of her office. You walk her backward until her knees bump against it, then guide her onto her back. You press a soft kiss to her neck before crossing to her desk and sliding open the drawer to find the strap. Your strap– the one that has a magically enhanced connection to you.
Wanda bites down on her lip as you make your way back over to her, unsure if she’s really going to receive what she wants. She is ready for you, if her arousal on display is anything to go by. You’ve driven her to such a needy state that she is laying there waiting, spread out for you. The thirst burning behind her eyes almost has you giving in right here and now– but the lesson isn’t over.
Hooking Wanda’s ankle over your shoulder in one swift motion, you thrust into her, quick and hard– stretching Wanda’s walls without giving her the time to adjust. Her sharp cry of pleasure only pushes you further.
You are pounding into her at vigorous speed before suddenly, you pull out– earning cries of frustration from the woman beneath you. You do this repeatedly, fully aware that Wanda’s powers could put an end to this at any moment, making it clear she’s enjoying this without revealing too much.
Wanda is getting increasingly worked up, the frustration written all over her face as you praise how good she looks spread out for you like this and she grabs at you with a fierce, almost desperate grip. After minutes of your relentless teasing and edging her to breaking point, she doesn’t hold back in using her powers on you again.
She forces your hips to meet hers, bottoming out and holding you in place. “Fuck me now, Y/N or we’ll have to revisit your performance review.”
You oblige. Hearing her say those words to you have you at her mercy.
You place light pressure on her lower abdomen with one hand and use your other to play with her clit as you continue to thrust inside her, feeling her tighten around you, arching her back– a silent scream escapes her lips as her legs begin to shake, and that’s when the guttural moan tears from her throat and rips through the room, eliciting a satisfactory sigh from your lips as she makes a mess all over you.
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“Y/N… I’m hungry.”
You flick your eyes toward Natasha after hearing her whine at you. You promised her to go to lunch at your favourite cafe today but your looming deadline has had you stuck finalising the latest edits to your strategy report.
“Give me 5 minutes, Nat.”
She lets out an exasperated huff and pouts at you, “I’m withering away here, my stomach is eating itself, listen to it.”
“Stop being so dramatic.”
“For the love of god, hurry up.”
“Keep distracting me and it will take longer.” Nat frowns at you, muttering something in Russian under her breath but gives you the space to finish.
The two of you step out of the building, crossing the street, slipping into the quiet city alleyway to find Olive & Vine, an adorable hidden garden cafe you’d once stumbled upon together by chance. The entrance is lined with overflowing terracotta pots, climbing ivy, hanging ferns, and natural timber tables while sunlight glows against the exposed brick.
The menu is known for its colourful, beautifully plated food and extravagant signature drinks, however, you and Nat are particularly fond of the all-day-breakfast and their specialty coffee served in their handmade ceramic cups delicately etched with winding vines.
You have a great friendship with Nat, you always try to make the time to do lunch together at least once a week, even though you already see each other plenty outside the office.
You settle into your usual spot outside by the back entrance where the sunlight falls and a waitress comes over with a smile, pouring water into your glasses and took your orders.
“He’s just an idiot,” Nat begins, needing some time to vent about her work-related drama and the colleague she absolutely cannot stand. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, this is not his area of expertise, like step aside… and quite frankly he’s just a strange human.”
After some time spent listening to Nat vent her frustrations, the waitress returns with your order and sets your plate down first. When she turns to hand Nat hers, Nat takes the plate directly from her, lightly caressing her hand in the process.
“Thank you, beautiful.” You look up to witness the waitress turn pink under Nat’s touch and the endearment. “Are you new?”
“I-it’s my second shift”, she stumbles under Nat’s gaze.
Nat shifts in her seat to lean in closer, invading her personal space, “Welcome, sweetheart.”
You watch in amusement, though you felt bad for the girl as her cheeks deepen to a vivid hue of red. She mumbles a quiet thank you before quickly walking away.
Your amusement is still clearly showing on your face as Nat’s gaze flicks back to you.
“What?” she accuses.
You raise both hands in a mock surrender, a playful smirk on your face suggesting there’s no judgement at all.
“You know, you gotta get back on the horse,” she says glancing back at the waitress. “Cute– long brown hair, tattoos.” Her grin turns suggestive, “Get under someone to get over that good-for-nothing ex of yours.”
You scoff in response but Nat doesn’t push.
“So how was your meeting with Miss tight-ass-micromanager?” Natasha asks, referring to your direct manager after your 1:1 earlier this morning.
“It was fine, she actually complimented me for once and told me she was happy to see my improvements at work and to ‘keep doing what I’m doing’ because it’s working,” you shrug.
Nat eyes you curiously.
“Mm... well, what are you doing to be so awfully chipper at work these days?” She arches her brow suggestively and you nearly choke on your food, scrambling for your glass of water to wash it down.
Nat chuckles, “Alright, keep your secrets then.”
You only shake your head, unable to stop your thoughts drifting to Wanda. The visuals of her rutting her hips against you, the sounds of her breathy moans and your name falling from her lips as she screa–
“Hello..?” Nat’s snapping her fingers in your line of sight, “What’s gotten into you?”
You mutter an apology, shifting in your chair in a weak attempt to ease the throbbing between your thighs.
You finish your meals, and the cute waitress returns to clear your plates, advising you to pay at the counter when you’re ready. You both thank her, though Natasha’s carries a little more intent.
“Alright fine,” Nat says, as though coming to a decision. “If you won’t, I will.”
She pushes back from her chair, lightly scraping the floor as she stands to cross the cafe, all confidence and full of mischief. A moment later she’s at the counter, asking the waitress for her number, and while the girl types it into her phone, Nat glances back over her shoulder and throws you a playful wink.
You roll your eyes at her antics, though you can’t help grinning anyway, Nat has never been one to turn down a good time.
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Being on the same level as Wanda, you have grown used to the occasional run-in and the fleeting, knowing glances exchanged between you. But after today’s lunch with Nat, the thoughts of Wanda have been swirling through your mind ever since, and the needy pulse between your legs refuses to give you any reprieve. You want–no, you need–to see Wanda.
Your attention is fixed on one of the other major projects you are working through when your vision suddenly becomes clouded by a red hue, followed by a voice– her voice– clear as day in your head. “Meet me in the kitchen, make a tea for yourself.”
That’s new.
You walk to the kitchen, mug in hand, and encounter Wanda making tea for herself as she greets you.
“Afternoon, Y/N.”
“Afternoon,” you try to hide the smile forming on your lips.
Wanda looks incredible in the light brown and white checkered pantsuit, her blazer draped elegantly over her shoulders. Her lips curl in knowing acknowledgement of the way you’re looking at her.
“How is the refresh project coming along?”
“It’s…” you start, but your breath hitches when Wanda’s fingers brush yours as she passes you one of the new tea flavours the team brought in that morning. “It’s surprisingly moving along well, we have a couple of concepts to work through which we are now requiring feedback on.”
“That’s good news. I was thinking...” Wanda pauses, and you catch her glancing over your shoulder. She then lowers her voice as she turns her body to face you. “I have a few ideas for the refresh project which will assist in moving it along– and bypass all the morons trying to force their input and take credit for what you and your team have designed and implemented.”
A soft giggle leaves your lips. As the company’s CEO, there’s no one better to help you. “Please. I can take all the help I can get.”
Wanda lets out a light laugh but looks around once more before meeting your eyes. “How do you feel about coming around to my place tonight? We can have dinner and smash out some brainstorming without all the distractions the office brings. My schedule’s been busy, but I want to help you out.”
“I appreciate that,” you nod. You’re not sure if her words had any hidden meaning behind them but you’re looking forward to spending the time with her.
“Great. I’ll text you the address– come around any time after six.”
You are then left with a cheeky wink and a heart that is beating too fast.
𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁
Part One | Part Two | Part Three (to come)
A/N: Thanks for reading part two! I hope you enjoyed it x
Summary: Y/N is back with Wanda on 616, building a life together and helping her come back from the lives she's destroyed in other universes. But when Chaos magic starts to escape into the multiverse, can Y/N do what needs to be done in order to free the other universes? Or will she baulk at the decision?
A/N: So freaking sorry I've ben gone for a while. I had finals, and then I broke three fingers on my dominant hand, so typing was... not happening lol. Anyway, Here is one of three of these I'm posting today to make up for it. Hope you enjoy!
Light shines through the window into my room, waking me from a very restful sleep. I roll over in my bed and throw my arm over Wanda, nuzzling into her neck. She immediately pulls me into her and kisses the top of my head.
“How did you sleep, baby?” She whispers.
“I slept alright. You were tossing and turning all night, could you not get comfortable?”
“No, not really.”
“I’m sorry, my love, I know it must suck.” I slide my hand down to her belly, feeling the bump that’s grown there in the last few months. Apparently, the ‘magically fake’ dick that the Scarlet Witch had gifted me was certainly magic, but it was certainly not fake. We had Bruce do a test and sure enough, Maury, I’m the father. It’s some sort of magical miracle.
But Wanda is over the moon about it. She’s excited that this is real, that it isn’t something she’s made up in her mind. She’s happy that I haven’t left her like she has always been scared I would do, and she’s happy that our kid is really ours. We got a doctor that isn’t Bruce, since he’s not a medical doctor, and she’s wanted me at every appointment, every scan. I appreciate that she wants me there through everything because I’m not leaving her, she isn’t on her own, and I’ve been able to show her that.
“It just means that you get to cuddle me when I take a nap later.” She coos, placing another kiss on my head. I nod silently, agreeing wholeheartedly to be her pillow when she gets tired this afternoon. “For now, the baby's hungry. Should we make our way downstairs?”
“Absolutely.” I stretch my neck out and place a few rapid kisses on her cheek. Then I roll out of bed and stand up, holding my hand out to Wanda. “If I’m lucky, Cassie’s made breakfast.”
“You can’t keep relying on her for everything,” Wanda laughs as she sits up, taking my hand and sliding off the bed. “Sam relies on her a lot now that we’re more or less out of the picture for the time being.”
“Yeah, but she likes to cook.” I shrug, pulling her into my arms. “I’d rather you have Cassie’s cooking than suffer through mine.”
“You’re a fine cook, baby, you’re just anxious about feeding good things to the baby.” Wanda raises her lips to kiss me. I pull my lips away, squeezing her hand.
“Ew, baby, I’ve got morning breath, I don’t want you tasting that!” I shake my head. Wanda laughs again, stepping into me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. “Kiss me after breakfast, after I’ve brushed my teeth, after I’ve gotten ready for the day. Don’t gross yourself out before you’ve eaten something.”
“You’ll owe me a big kiss later, then.”
“Of course, my love, all the kisses once I’m ready for the day.” I step back from our hug and take Wanda’s hand, leading her out of our room. We’ve been staying at the Sanctum Sanctorum in Manhattan so that Strange can help Wanda control the darkness in her. Cassie also spends a lot of time here to help, even with Sam constantly wanting her back at the compound. But I want to be near Wanda, so Cassie stays here so that I can have a training partner when Wanda is doing her own thing with Strange.
An amazing smell fills my nostrils as Wanda and I descend the stairs to the main level. I look back at Wanda with an evil grin. Wanda smiles and shakes her head, stepping a little closer to me and squeezing my hand. We walk into the kitchen where Cassie’s flipping a pancake. She smiles without looking up.
“Good morning, you two. Eat up quickly. Y/N and I have to get going pretty quickly here.” Cassie reaches out, offering a plate to Wanda. She’s already placed two pancakes, a few slices of bacon, and a handful of cut up strawberries on the plate. Wanda’s eyes light up and she takes it, thanking Cassie, and walks over to the table.
“Where are we going?” I ask Cassie as she hands me a plate of my own.
“Banner’s got something he needs to talk to you about, apparently.” Cassie’s eyes dart over to Wanda as she digs into her breakfast. Then Cassie leans closer to me and lowers her voice. “He says he has some weird ratings coming from the Multi-Reader.”
The Multi-Reader is a machine that Bruce and Strange created together. It’s supposed to pick up readings from other universes, tied specifically to chaos magic. There haven’t been any readings out of the norm since it was built, as far as I know. But maybe they just haven’t been telling me when the readings spike.
“Is something going on?” I ask, concern dripping from my voice. Cassie shrugs, and I’m not sure what she means by that. I don’t get to ask her before Strange walks into the kitchen.
“Good morning, ladies.” He says in his deep tone. “How’s the morning?”
“Just starting.” I say, taking a bite from a slice of bacon. “Hey, Strange, can I speak with you for a minute?” He looks at me curiously before nodding. He leads me out of the kitchen and down the hallway toward his practice room. He stops in the hallway, turns to me, and crosses his arms. “I wanted to ask you about Wanda’s training. Cassie and I are going to the compound in a bit. Apparently, Bruce has gotten some irregular readings on the Multi-Reader. I’m wondering if Wanda’s excess magic is seeping through the cracks in the multiverse.”
“It’s possible,” Strange rubs his fingers on his chin. “I admit I hadn’t thought of the possibility. But maybe since she’s been in all of these other realities, she’s connected to them.”
“I don’t want the Scarlet Witch showing up in all of these realities, messing things up for people whose lives she’s already fucked up.” I sigh. “Jumping realities took a lot out of me, Strange, I don’t want to do it again if I don’t have to.”
“In the grand scheme of things, Earth-616 is considerably far behind in the whole Multiverse theory.” Strange says. “But I’ve been in contact with some of the other Stranges, and I’ve got an idea. Let me confer with a few of them and get back to you tonight when you come back, is that alright?”
“Yeah, and I should have more information after I figure out what Banner’s got going on.” I look behind me toward the kitchen, thinking about Wanda. “I just want her safe, you know? Her and the baby. And I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t worried about the other Stranges coming here and taking Wanda away.”
“That won’t happen,” Strange steps forward and places a hand on my shoulder, which may be the most affectionate he’s ever been with someone. “I won’t let it. Wanda is getting better. She’s coming to terms with Vision being gone and the fact that her kids were made up in a hex, all of it. And you are a huge help in that. If it comes down to it, I will make the others see that.”
“Thanks, Strange. I appreciate it. The Scarlet Witch isn’t her, it isn’t Wanda.”
“I know it isn’t.” He assures me. “And hey, there’s no use worrying about it right now, because we don’t have a lot of information. Let’s decide whether or not to worry after we’ve got all the facts, okay, Y/N?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, nodding. “Okay, I’ll try not to worry about it.”
“Lean on Cassie if you have to today. And believe it or not, Wanda is strong enough to handle it. Lean on her, too.”
“I’ll think about it.” Strange squeezes my shoulder and moves past me back to the kitchen. Despite Strange making a really good argument as to us not having all the facts, I’m still anxious. My hunger now gone, I head back up to Wanda and I’s room to get changed and ready for the day. I pull some leggings on, cover my upper half with a tank top, then throw one of Wanda’s sweatshirts over my head. I brush my teeth and then my hair, pulling my hair into a ponytail. I tug on my favorite pair of Adidas and jump down the steps two at a time.
“You look so good, baby,” Wanda smiles as I come back into the kitchen. I smile as I walk over, leaning down to place my lips on hers. Wanda immediately accepts, grabbing my arm to keep me next to her for a few seconds longer. I smile into the kiss, cupping her cheek gently. When I pull away, I place a kiss on her nose.
“I’m ready to go when you are, Cass.” I say, standing next to Wanda with my arm around her.
“You’re not going to eat?” She asks, using her fork to point back to the food she made. I shake my head.
“I’m sorry, I know you made breakfast, but I’m just not hungry anymore.”
“That’s okay.” Cassie shoves a large forkful of pancake in her mouth, chews a little, and then tries to speak again, but her words are incredibly muffled.
“Chew, swallow, then try again Cassie, I can’t speak food.” I shake my head, smiling. Cassie does what I ask, taking a sip or orange juice before she speaks again.
“Give me a few minutes to shove a little more food into my mouth, then we can go.”
“Take your time, girl, don’t worry.” I shift to stand behind Wanda, placing both of my hands on her shoulders as I start to massage her a little bit. She turns her head and kisses my forearm, leaving a maple syrup kiss mark. I chuckle and bring my arm up to my mouth, sucking the maple syrup off my arm. “Tastes sweet.”
“Just like you.” Wanda looks up at me and smiles. I look into her eyes, and all of a sudden I’m scared. I think back to the last few months, since I brought Wanda back from being the Scarlet Witch, and see the woman I’ve loved from afar for so long. How sweet she is, how kind she is, how introspective she is, how protective she is. I think about everything she’s been through since she joined the team and what that pushed her to become. In this moment, she looks innocent. Like she and the Scarlet Witch can’t be the same person. And I just want to help her.
Wanda’s eyes squint slightly when I don’t answer right away. I mentally snap myself back into the moment and squeeze her shoulder, leaning down to kiss her again. She kisses me back, but it isn’t filled with much excitement. When I pull away she questions me with her eyes, but I just smile at her. I don’t want to burden Wanda with my thoughts right now.
“Alright, let’s get going.” Cassie gets up from the table and takes her dishes to the dishwasher. Wanda grabs her plates and pushes her chair back, but I take her plate from her and take it to the dishwasher. Cassie takes the plate from me and places it with hers. I turn back to see Wanda standing at the table, holding her belly. I walk over to her and pull her in for a hug, kissing the side of her head a few times.
“I love you, Wands,” I whisper. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
“Please be safe when you’re out,” she responds, wrapping her arms tightly around me.
“I’m coming home to you, baby, don’t you worry.” I kiss her again before pulling away. She holds tightly onto me and looks up at me.
“Are we okay?” She asks. “You looked at me weird at the table.”
“Of course, Wanda,” I say, squeezing her waist. “I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“About everything you’ve been through since coming here from Sokovia. About how sweet and caring you are. About how protective you’ve always been and how I just want to protect you and our baby now. I promise.” Wanda’s shoulders relax and she nods, finding solace in my answer. I place one more kiss on her forehead before following Cassie out of the kitchen and through the front doors of the Sanctorum. We step onto the mean streets of Manhattan and I sigh. “Now what, we suffer through New York traffic or the subways? You didn’t drive here, did you?”
“No,” Cassie laughs. “I flew. I always wear my suit under my clothes, just in case. The ants are fast, man.”
“Well, we can’t do that now. Unless you wanna be a dick of a friend and leave me behind.”
“Why don’t you run on your plasma things?”
“You’d still be faster on an ant!” I argue. “I can only go as fast as I can run, and I can’t run very fast. And all the way to the compound? I might shoot myself.”
“Well let’s not do that,” Cassie sighs. She looks over at me, flicking her eyes up and down. “How much do you weigh?”
“Um, why?” I ask, a little taken aback.
“Maybe you can make a little plasma thing to sit on and my ants can carry you. They’re super strong, you know.”
“Yeah, but you’d need millions of ants. That isn’t a plausible solution.” At that moment, a loud thud sounds behind us. We turn and see Sam standing there, his full suit on.
“Banner got tired of waiting for the two of you. So I came to see what’s taking so long.” He says with a smile.
“We’re trying to figure out how to get Y/N to the compound, since she can’t fly.” Cassie tells him.
“Good thing I’m here. I’ll carry her.” Sam holds out his arms and I take a step forward.
“No hankey pankey now, Sam, I’m a woman who’s spoken for.” I joke.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about there, you loser bitch.” Sam chuckles and shakes his head. Sam has been more of a brother to me the last few years, and I definitely miss being around him while Wanda and I are at the Sanctorum. I saddle up next to him and wrap my arms around his neck. He wraps an arm around my back and the other one lifts my legs into the air. “Race you back, Cassie. Tell your ants to fly hard.” She smirks before he shoots into the air, leaving Cassie on the sidewalk. The boosters power up and we move fast through the sky in the direction of the compound.
The flight is super quick since we don’t have to worry about traffic or lights or anything else. Sam lands in front of the compound and sets me on the ground, his hands going to his hips as his wings fold in.
“Cassie, that slow poke.” He chuckles.
“What was that now?” Sam and I turn around to see Cassie leaning on one of the pillars behind us. I burst out laughing as Sam stares at her, his mouth open in shock. I pat Sam on the arm and walk over to Cassie.
“Come on,” I say, still laughing, as I push Cassie towards the front doors. Her smile doesn’t leave her face as we walk through the compound to Bruce’s lab.
“There you guys are.” He says without looking up. “Jesus, I’ve been waiting for you all morning.”
“It’s not even noon, Bruce, calm down.” I say, walking over to stand across from him at the table. “Cassie says there’s some weird readings with this Multi-Reading thing?”
“Yeah, I was hoping you’d see some pattern that I can’t.” Bruce walks over to a different computer, and I follow him. He pulls up a few things and then stands back so I can take a look. There are definitely spikes in a few different places, so I look at a few other things that are queued on the computer.
“What I see is that these spikes are happening in all of the universes that I followed the Scarlet Witch to.” I say.
“But they aren’t happening in every universe you visited,” Banner says, coming up behind me to point at a few universes that didn’t spike. I take a look through them and think back to everything that happened in those realms.
The realization hits me like a train. I take a few steps back and lean against a table, my hands clutching the edge of the table. Cassie rushes over to me and puts her arm around me, whispering to me, asking me what’s wrong. I can’t tear my eyes away from the screen, but what I see makes my heart hurt. And I know that I won’t be able to tell Wanda what I see here.
“The universes where the spikes aren’t happening are the universes where the Scarlet Witch killed that universe’s Wanda.” I look over at Bruce, my heart falling. “Wanda can never know.”
“Which is why she’s with Strange back in the city.” He nods. “I was worried that this was the case, but I didn’t know. I wanted you to confirm.”
“I have to go,” I say immediately. “I’m sure that I can get help from Wanda 1856. She’s super smart. Or maybe Y/N 1174. She works for Strange in her universe, and he leads the Avengers. They might have a bunch of information on the Scarlet Witch.”
“We can’t,” Bruce shakes his head. “When you and Wanda came back, the jumper that I made broke. I haven’t been able to fix it, and trust me, I’ve tried.”
“Well, I need to speak to one of them. Let me take a look at it.” Bruce looks at me like I’m crazy. I’m not as technically inclined as Bruce, but I like to tinker. I like to take things apart and put them back together. And even Bruce has admitted that sometimes I see things that he doesn’t. I might not be able to fix it, but I can’t just stand around and do nothing. I think he realizes that pretty quickly and leads me to the device. It’s pretty much taken apart, pieces laying all over the table. I immediately start tinkering, and Bruce leaves me to my devices.
A few hours later, I put the device halfway together. I’m concentrating hard, trying to figure out how Bruce made this work the first time.
“Y/N,” I jump, startled, and turn to see Strange in the room next to me, his portal already closing behind him. I turn to face him, my face full of worry.
“Strange, is everything okay?” I ask. “Wanda?”
“Wanda is fine, Y/N, you don’t need to worry about her.” He holds up something in his hand. “I brought this for you.”
“What is it?” I ask, reaching for it. Strange gives me a plain flip phone. When I open it, the screen sparkles a little.
“I enchanted it. Enter the name of the person you want to speak to, followed by their universe designation. You should be able to call them.”
“Seriously?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “I was talking to Bruce a few hours ago about how I wanted to see Y/N 1174 or Wanda 1856. That they might know a little more about what’s going on.”
“I can’t get you to them, but I can get you to talk to them. Go ahead, try it.”
I look down at the phone and do just that. I type in Wanda 1856’s information first and click call. I bring the phone up to my ear and wait, the ringing causing my heart rate to increase. On the fourth ring, she picks up.
“Hello?” I hear on the other end of the phone, and emotions just release from my body. I almost start crying.
“Wanda,” I let out a heavy breath. “My God, it’s good to hear your voice.”
“Y/N?” She sounds very confused, and I don’t blame her. “616 Y/N? Is that seriously you? How?”
“My Strange enchanted a phone. It allows me to call across universes.”
“Well that’s cool,” she says, a little dumbfounded. “Are you calling about my outbursts?”
“Your… outbursts?” I ask.
“Yeah. There have been… instances, for lack of a better term. Chaos magic is pouring out of me at alarming rates. And I mean alarming. I accidentally broke our fence, throwing a softball around with Ariel. My magic propelled it straight past her and through the fence.”
“Oh, Jesus, Wanda, is Ariel okay?”
“Yeah, she’s okay. She wasn’t harmed. Just scared. You don’t know about this?”
“I thought something might be happening, because Bruce measured some spikes in some of the universes that the Scarlet Witch and I visited. But I didn’t know what it was.”
“You’re seeing it in other universes? All of them?”
“No,” I say hesitantly. “We aren’t seeing the spikes in the universes where…” I trail off. I can’t bring myself to say it.
“Where the Scarlet Witch killed the Wandas?” 1856 says. I nod without thinking, as if she can see me.
“Yeah,” I say quietly. “And my heart breaks every time I think about it.”
“Don’t beat yourself up about it, Y/N. You’re not responsible for the Witch’s actions, and you’re doing what you can do to prevent her from coming back. But I really would like to not accidently kill my kid.”
“I know, I want Ariel safe, too. My next call is to 1174 me. She apparently works for 1174 Strange, and they do a lot of research into the mystical.”
“Yeah, that would be good. Keep me updated, okay? I hate walking on eggshells around my kid.”
“I don’t want you to have to do that, Wanda. I promise, every time I know something new, you’ll be the next to know. I feel protective of you and Ariel and 1856 me, I don’t want anything to hurt you guys.”
“You got it, Wanda. You do the same.” I remove the phone from my ear and end the call. I look up at Strange. “1856 Wanda says that Chaos magic has been coursing through her like never before. She accidentally almost hit her kid with it while they were playing.”
“That’s not good,” Strange says, rubbing his chin. “Alright, call 1174 you. I’m going to go back to the Sanctorum and check on Wanda. Give me a call when you’re ready to come home and I’ll open a portal for you.”
“Sounds good. Thanks, Strange.” I nod, already dialing my own name. I hear the sound of his portal forming and then disappearing a moment later. Putting the phone up to my ear I hear the sound of the call going through, but no one picks up. I hear the voicemail introduction, but instead of a beep to leave a message, the phone hangs up. I try to dial again, and the same thing happens. I sigh and tuck the phone away for now, going back to tinkering with the band.
A few more hours of tinkering and trying to call 1174 me, and I’m tired. Maybe not physically, but mentally. My mind is running with worry and fear. For myself, for the other universes, and most importantly, for my Wanda and our baby.
The enchanted phone rings. I look at it for a moment before picking it up.
“Hello?” I say into the receiver.
“Who is this?” The voice on the other end says, sounding a little dangerous.
“Uh, you called me,” I say, confused.
“I got two calls from this number earlier, both say unlisted. How the fuck am I supposed to know who this is?”
A lightbulb goes off in my head and I sigh with relief.
“Y/N, it’s 616 Y/N.” I can practically feel the tension leaving the conversation at the revelation.
“Y/N, Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” other me says. “How can you call me? Do you know about all this Chaos magic?”
“We aren’t seeing any of it here on 616, but I just spoke to Wanda 1856 and weird shit is going on with her magic.”
“Yeah, with my Wanda, too.” She sighs. “Strange and I are working on it, but it’s difficult. We’ve been able to figure out that the extra chaos magic is coming from somewhere with an abundance of it, like it’s active, but unused. But we haven’t been able to pinpoint where it’s coming from. It’s like it doesn’t exist in any known universe.”
My brain starts thinking. And when my brain starts thinking, I get an idea. And when I get an idea, I desperately want the evidence to disprove my hypothesis.
“I think I might know what’s happening,” I tell her. “But I might need you and your Strange’s help to fix my travel bracelet thingy.”
“What’s going on?” 1174 me asks. “What do you know?”
“Nothing!” I say quickly. Then I sigh. “Nothing definitive. I have a hypothesis. One I hope the evidence will disprove, but I’m not confident it will.”
“Care to share?”
“Not until I’ve looked into it a little more. Listen, can you help with this bracelet or not?” 1174 me sighs over the phone and goes silent for a minute.
“Yeah, I can help. What’ve you got?”
She and I spend the better part of two hours fixing the bracelet. Once it’s done I thank 1174 and tell her that I will call her as soon as I know anything more about my hypothesis. I hang up the enchanted phone, take out my actual phone, and call my Strange. He doesn’t pick up, but a moment later a portal appears. I grab the bracelet and step through the portal back into the Sanctorum. Strange is there to greet me, reading a book in the foyer. When the portal closes he snaps the book shut and walks over to me.
“Did you get any more information?” He asks.
“Yeah,” I nod. “An abundance of Chaos magic coming form somewhere in the universe, but 1174 Strange can’t pinpoint where it’s coming from. He doesn’t know if it even originates in a universe.”
“And you think you know where it originates from?” Strange asks, raising an eyebrow. I nod and open my mouth to tell him, but I’m interrupted by my Wanda coming around the corner.
“Y/N!” She sighs, picking up her pace to get to me. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me.
“Hey, baby,” I purr. “See? Made it back in one piece. Nothing to worry about.” I look up at Strange, a nervous expression on my face. “But I’m not back for long. There’s still something I have to take care of.”
“Can it wait?” Wanda asks, her gaze pleading. “There’s something that I… need you to take care of.” I look over at Strange again, and he shrugs.
“Um, how long is this project you need me to do, Wanda?” I ask.
“Not long,” she shakes her head. “An hour, maybe less. Depending.”
“Depending?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. She waves me off and starts pulling me away from the foyer.
“Okay, baby,” I say, allowing her to pull me away. “An hour.” I follow her down the hallway and up the stairs, straight into our room. When we enter, she closes the door. “What do you need done in here, baby?” I ask her, looking around. “There doesn't seem to be anything wrong.”
“There’s not.” She says, walking over to me and pressing her body against me. She leans in to whisper into my ear. “These hormones are making me horny as fuck, and I need you to take care of that for me.” All of worries about the Chaos readings and whatnot fall away at her words.
Wanda has been… insecure since we found out she’s pregnant. In the way where she doesn’t feel pretty enough, doesn’t feel important enough, that I don’t find her attractive anymore. But the truth is, pregnant or not, Wanda is the most attractive person I’ve ever seen. My pussy drips as her breath reaches my ear. I bite my lip as I turn to face her, my expression full of need and desperation. I take her by her hips and hoist her onto a sitting position on our bed, sinking to my knees on the ground. I slide my hands up her thighs as I look into her eyes, my lip still between my teeth.
“God, baby, you’re beautiful,” I breathe. My fingers work slowly as I pull down her sweatpants and underwear. Wanda’s clit has gotten bigger since she got pregnant, which she’s also insecure about, but I love it. Her clit still fits so nicely in my mouth, and I prove to her that I love it by taking her clit between my lips and sucking, flicking my tongue over the engorged nervesack. Wanda moans loudly as I suck, her hand grasping my hair. I watch as her eyes roll back in pleasure, and I know she doesn’t have long. My tongue travels through her folds until it pokes inside her, my upper lip closing around her clit.
My fingers dig into Wanda’s thigh as she grinds against my mouth, her gasps making me as wet as my mouth is making her. My tongue exits her and starts a flood of messy, desperate licks along her folds and over her clit. Wanda cries out as she comes, her slick spraying all over my lips, tongue, and chin. My tongue goes crazy as I lap up every last drop of her as she comes down from her orgasm with slow and steady breaths. I kiss her thigh a few times before leaning back on my haunches.
“Did that satisfy you for now, baby?” I ask. Wanda bites her lip and silently nods. “Good. When I come back, I can do a much better job for you, okay?”
“Okay,” she says breathlessly. After a pause, her face scrunches up a little. “Do you really have to go? I thought Sam was giving you time off from missions and stuff to support me through relearning my powers and my pregnancy."
“I do,” I nod. “This is something that only I can handle.” I place my hands on our bed on either side of her and pull myself up and place a sweet kiss on her lips. “I promise to come back to you, Wanda.”
“I know you will,” she sighs against my lips. “I just don’t like being without you.”
“I know.” I whisper. “I won’t be gone any longer than I have to.” I place another small kiss on her lips before I stand. “Please don’t wait up for me, Wanda. You need rest.”
“Alright,” Wanda pouts, but I know she’ll do as I ask. I wave goodbye and walk out of our room.
I walk downstairs to find Strange. He’s in the artifact room, studying some sort of chainmail thing that’s glowing. I watch him for a minute, tinkering with the light emitting from the object. He looks up to check something and notices me. He clears his throat and puts the artifact down.
“You on your way?” He asks. I nod.
“Yeah, listen, I need you to do me a favor.” I say, taking a few steps forward. “I’m not sure what I’m going to find there. I… I don’t know how long it’ll take, or even if I’ll come back.” Strange nods in understanding.
“I’ll look after Wanda.” He promises. I pull the enchanted phone out of my pocket and hand it to him.
“If I don’t come back and Wanda starts to… unravel, ask 1174 Strange for help. They’ve spent a lot of time researching the multiverse and the Scarlet Witch. He might be able to help.”
“Okay,” he says, turning the phone in his hand. I can tell he isn’t very excited about the prospect of talking to another version of himself. He looks up at me. “But you’re going to come back.”
“I’m going to try-”
“No.” He forcefully interrupts. “You’re coming back. Not only will you do anything to get back to Wanda, but I have to believe you’re going to come back. I don’t want to have to deal with the fallout.”
“I don’t want you to deal with the fallout, either,” I sigh. “Besides, I went through so much to get to Wanda, I’m not giving that up for anything.”
“Then good luck.” Strange takes a step forward and sticks out his hand. I take it.
“Thanks.” I say. I let go of his hand and look at the bracelet, typing in the multiverse coordinates that I need. A portal opens up beside me, and I take no time stepping through it.
I’m back in the candle-lit room, the books moved to different spots than they’d been previously, and magic still pulses in the air around me. My breath shakes as I look around the small room, memories of the last time I was here playing in my head.
“Alright,” I say quietly, taking a few steps into the room. “Is anyone here?”
“You already know I am.” I turn around and come face-to-face with the Scarlet Witch. Or a version of her, anyway. She looks just as she did some months ago: beautiful, powerful, glowing. Her long, red hair flowing behind her, her red eyes glowing with power. This time, however, her body sparkles slightly, and her stomach is as large as Wanda’s.
“I had a hunch,” I say, backing up slightly. “You’re the reason behind the excess Chaos magic, aren’t you?”
“I am the excess Chaos magic, darling.” The Scarlet Witch laughs. “Wanda still has chaos inside her, she can still call on me if she ever wants to, but I’ve been banished to this nonexistent corner of the multiverse.” The witch struts toward me. “Why do you think that is?”
“Because Wanda wanted to come home.” I tell her. “She was still inside you, and she wanted to come home. She wanted me.”
“More than she wanted me? More than she wanted power?” The witch lets out a short, sharp cackle. “Right. Because that makes sense.” She starts to circle me, and I can feel her eyes gazing over my body intently.
“You just want to control her,” I shake my head. “I want to love her.”
“She doesn’t know what love is,” the Scarlet Witch hisses in my ear.
“She does now!” I insist. “With me, she knows love. She knows kindness. She’s cherished and cared for.”
“But she’s left me here to rot!” The Scarlet Witch gnashes her teeth in my face as she comes around to my front again. “So what am I supposed to do? Just sit here and twiddle my thumbs while Wanda gets a good life?” The Scarlet Witch starts walking around me again, her eyes staring into mine until she can’t anymore. “I don’t think so.”
“So you’re releasing Chaos magic into the multiverse for what, kicks?”
“Exactly.” I can hear the smugness in her voice. “What else would you have me do?”
“Uh, I don’t know, not that?” I raise an eyebrow, as if the answer is obvious. I mean, in my opinion, it is. The Scarlet Witch stays silent for a moment, walking around my body slowly, the patter of her feet soft on the wood floor. When she comes back into view, she’s rubbing her chin as if deep in thought.
“I may have a solution,” she says slowly, continuing to circle me. My heart drops at her words, worried about what she’s going to say. “Something that I don’t think you know is that I felt everything Wanda felt.”
“Give me a hundred guesses and I never would have guessed that.” I say dryly.
“Exactly.” The Witch says from my side. “But you can probably infer from what I’ve said that what Wanda felt, or I guess feels for you, I also feel for you.” My head twitches slightly. I may have been able to guess that based on our last encounter, and I might be stupid for not thinking that, but that idea never crossed my mind. I hear the Scarlet Witch scoff behind me. “Yeah. Pretty crazy, isn’t it? Anyway, over the last few months, I’ve realised something.”
“What’s that?” I ask, trying to swallow around a lump in my throat. The Scarlet Witch stops behind me, her hands sliding up my hands to my waist.
“I actually missed you.” She leans in and breathes deeply right next to my ear. “And I hate that Wanda gets all of your time.”
“I don’t know how to help you with that,” I say quietly, the lump in my throat growing bigger.
“I do,” the Witch purrs, her hands riding up my body slowly. She brushes her lips right against my ear as she continues. “Once a month. You spend a night with me once a month. And I’ll use all the extra Chaos magic at my disposal to build myself a space here, in this forgotten corner of the multiverse, instead of forcing it out through the other Wandas.”
“And if I say no?” I squeak, barely able to get the words out. I can feel her lips curl into a freaky smile without having to look at her. The Witch’s fingers dig into my side, right at my breasts, causing a slight bit of pain.
“If you say no, then the Chaos magic keeps escaping through the other Wandas until they, and everyone they love, is dead.” Her words stop me in my tracks.
On the one hand, sleeping with the Scarlet Witch basically means cheating on Wanda. Some people may not see it that way, but I do. Wanda and the Scarlet Witch are two different people with two different motivations and personalities. And I don’t want to cheat on Wanda.
“She never has to know,” the Scarlet Witch whispers in my ear.
“Shut up,” I growl. “I’m trying to think. Please try not to read my mind while I do so.” The Scarlet Witch chuckles, but doesn’t say anything more.
On the other hand, if I do this, I’m ensuring peace not only for my Wanda, but for all the other Wandas in the multiverse. And once that fact has entered into my brain, I don’t think I can give up the certainty of peace.
“Okay,” I say quietly. “But there have to be some ground rules.”
“What sort of ground rules?” The Scarlet Witch asks me, walking around my front to look me in my eyes. Her arms are crossed over her stomach and she wears a slight pout.
“First thing’s first, this is something that happens once every calendar month. So say I come here on the first of June but then don’t come back until the thirty-first of July, it counts. Sometimes my schedule with Wanda and the Avengers is unpredictable, and I need you to be accommodating of that.”
“That is acceptable,” the Witch nods.
“Second, I need a way to contact you. A phone, a notebook, something. So we can plan these days after I leave here. Because if we plan for the fifth or something and Sam has me going on a mission that interferes with our plans, I don’t want you going all witchy because I can’t tell you that I won’t be able to make it. You need to be able to write back to me, too.” The Scarlet Witch twists her wrist and a plain red Composition notebook appears in her hands. She holds it out for me and I reach for it. Just as I’m about to grab it, I pause. “I also need to be the only one who can read this.” I say, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t want Wanda opening this, seeing our correspondence, and having her heart broken.” The Scarlet Witch rolls her eyes, as if she wanted Wanda to know about everything going on here, and waves her hand over the notebook.
“There. Now if she opens it, she’ll see a blank notebook.”
“Thank you,” I say, taking the book. I think for a moment before looking back up at her. “Speaking of Wanda-”
“I don’t want to speak about her,” the Witch growls. “A rule of my own: when you’re here, you don’t speak about her.”
“I can accept that,” I nod, not wanting to speak about Wanda while I’m here, either. “However, I need to call you something. I’m not calling you Wanda, but I don’t want to be calling you Scarlet Witch the whole time, either.” The Scarlet Witch looks at me, as if she hadn’t thought about this. I can see the gears in her head turning as she thinks.
“Ana,” she says after a moment. “You should call me Ana. It’s my… Wanda’s… adoptive mother’s name. She used to use it sometimes when she and Pietro were trying to survive in Sokovia.”
“Okay,” I nod slowly. Then I take a step forward and hold out my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Ana.”
The Scarlet Witch– Ana– takes half a step back, looking at my hand in surprise. After a moment of silent contemplation, she takes my hand gently.
“You as well, Y/N,” she says quietly.
“Great. Now, I don’t know if you can get into Wanda’s mind from here, but if you can, I do not want you saying anything to her about our arrangement.”
“Fine,” Ana grumbles. “No fun for me, I guess.”
“Not at all,” I shake my head. “Last thing I would like to hammer out, I’d like an easy way to get here. A spell card like you gave me the first time that I can keep in the journal or something. Trying to find the exact coordinates with this,” I say, holding up my arm to look at the bracelet, “was difficult. Plus I’m not sure it’ll work after this, since it broke last time.”
“I can do that.” Ana waves her hand again, and I feel the notebook in my hand shake. I open it to the first page, and glittering words are revealed on the page. “Sit in a dark room and place eight candles in a circle at north, south, west, east, northwest, northeast, southwest, and southeast. Light them. Then hold another lit candle as you say the words. It’ll take you right here. In order to get back, just say the spell backwards.”
“Okay.” I nod. I close the book again and look at her.
“Are you ready?” Ana looks at me, hungrily.
“Actually, one more thing.” I say, clearing my throat. “I would say that I’m okay with anything we do here. But you can’t disfigure me. Nothing that will leave scars, burns, or anything like that.”
“I like you the way you are,” Ana shrugs. “I wouldn’t have even considered it.”
“Alright.” I nod. “Good.” I turn toward the bed and toss the notebook onto the nightstand. Then I turn back to Ana. I reach out to her and take her hand, running my thumb across the back of her hand. “Come here, Ana,” I whisper. She walks toward me immediately, and I know instantly that this time around will be different than last time. Ana’s putting me in charge.
When she’s next to me, I wrap my arms around her butt, lift her into the air and walk her over to the bed. I lay her down on it and crawl on top of her, my lips moving to kiss Ana’s neck. The good thing about the Scarlet Witch and Wanda being two versions of the same people is that their sensitive spots are all the same.
As I’m kissing Ana’s neck, her arms come up to grasp at my back and I get an idea. Last time, Ana had me trapped the whole time, using me as she wanted. Since she’s giving me control this time around, I’m going to do the same thing to her.
I take her arms and pin them above her head on the bed and place my hand over her wrists. Then I use my powers and trap her wrists in solid plasma and attach them to the bed. Her eyes open in shock and she starts to protest, but I stop her by placing a kiss on her lips.
“You submitted to me this time,” I murmur against them, kissing the corners of her mouth. “There will be no protests out of you.”
“Mhmm,” she nods, staying silent as I kiss along her jaw. I kiss all the spots I know Wanda likes along her neck, stopping to suck at her most sensitive spot right on her carotid. Ana lets out a moan as I suck, her chest catching at the peak of her breath.
I start to kiss further down her body and get stopped by Ana’s clothes. As I pull back slightly to figure out how I’m going to get these clothes off of her, they disappear. I look up at Ana and scowl.
“You just took all the fun out of that,” I scold her. Ana grows a smirk on her face and shrugs.
“Guess you’ll have to punish me then.” She says. I don’t waste any time and smack her breast, eliciting a squeal from Ana.
“Oh, you like that, then?” I smirk and slap her breast again. This is something that’s new, something that Wanda doesn’t like. It’s something I can explore with Ana. I bring my head down and lick her left nipple to make the area wet before I move my mouth to her right breast and take her nipple into my mouth. With my right hand I reach up and grasp her left nipple between my fingers, pinching it until it gets hard and rises from her breast. Once it’s nice and high, I take my hand and slap her breast again, making sure to get a large chunk of her nipple.
“Uh,” Ana moans, arching her back at my touch. “Mmm, yeah, I like that. I love that.”
“Good to know,” I growl against her breast, taking her now hardened nipple between my teeth and biting down slightly. Ana groans again, writhing underneath me in pleasure. I let go of her nipple and open my mouth wider, this time closing my teeth around her entire nipple and part of the fat on her breast. I slap her breast one more time, as hard as I can, before I pull my mouth off her nipple with a pop. I sit on my haunches and run my hands down her stomach, then down her legs. When I reach her ankles, I spread her legs apart, wide enough to settle in between her legs comfortably, and trap her legs to the bed with my plasma as I did with her hands.
“I can’t move,” Ana whines, wiggling against her restraints.
“Like I couldn’t move last time?” I raise an eyebrow at her accusingly. “You’re much more powerful than me, Ana. You could free yourself at any time.” I cross my arms over my chest, stopping my advancement. “Do you want to take over? You can. You can be in charge, just like you were last time. Or you can let me be in charge this time. And you can take back control next month.”
Ana looks up at me, clearly fighting between having me take care of her, and going back to something easy and taking control. But she nods and settles into the bed, telling me to keep going. I smile and place my hands back on her legs, leaning in and moving my hands up her legs.
“Good choice,” I purr, dipping my head to place kisses along her left leg up toward her core. When I reach her inner thigh I bring up my hand and glide my fingers up her slit. My thumb teases her clit as my fingers find her hole. I shove two of my fingers inside of Ana, causing her to gasp and shift her body upward from the force. She bangs her head against the pillows and closes her eyes, inhaling deeply. “Eyes on me, baby, eyes on me.” I say, my voice stern. Ana listens to me, opening her eyes to look at me. She opens her mouth in another gasp, and I smile at how wide her mouth can go. “That’s it, baby, stay with me, now.”
I curl my fingers inside of her, and Ana’s mouth drops even wider than I expected. I tickle Ana’s insides with my fingertips, finding the spot inside her that really makes her cry out. When her legs are pulling at her restraints and I know she’s close, I bend down and place my lips on her clit, sucking hard on her bundle of nerves. I move my lips around her clit, messaging it with my lips.
With one last flick of my tongue, Ana clenches around my fingers and screams. Her scream pierces my eardrums louder than anything I’ve ever heard, but I don’t try to cover my ears. I want to feel her around me, her cum on my fingers, her thighs shaking around me. As she comes down I bring my fingers out of her, bringing them up to my lips to suck on them.
“Mmm,” I moan, her juices dripping onto my tongue. “You taste incredible.” I shoot her a glance over my hand. “Do you want a taste?” Ana nods her head excitedly, opening her mouth slightly. I bring my fingers back down to her pussy and slide both fingers through her folds. Then I slide my body up the bed and hold my fingers above her lips. “Wider, Ana. Open wider.” She does as I ask, but it isn’t as wide as she’d been earlier. “Come on, Ana, wider. I know you can open wider.” A glint shines in her eye as she opens her mouth as wide as it had been when I curled my fingers inside her. “There’s a good girl.” I smirk as I lower my fingers into her mouth. I wipe my fingers on her tongue, using it as if it were a paper towel. After a moment I take my other hand and place it under her chin, pushing up lightly. She gets the hint and closes her mouth around my fingers, her tongue swiping over my fingers as she works to get all of herself off of me.
When she’s cleaned my fingers completely, I reach back to touch the plasma around both of her ankles, causing the stuff to disappear. Then I touch the plasma around her wrists, transforming it into a liquid. Quickly, I flip Ana onto her stomach and harden the plasma around her wrists once again.
“I’m going to trust you to do what you’re told with your legs,” I tell her, bringing my hand down on her ass. She bucks her hips, groaning at my touch. I reach my hand underneath her, once again wetting my hands with her slick, and move it through her crack. I wave my hand in front of me, creating my own dildo out of plasma. I pull on her hips to bring her ass into the air, but I don’t take any time before I open her ass cheeks and ease my dildo into her ass.
Ana groans as I enter her as she allows me to push her forward into the bed. She relaxes her muscles, making room for my cock.
“Do you like that?” I ask her through my teeth, bringing my hand up and back down on her ass once more. “Do you like my cock in your ass?”
“Yes!” She cries, her hands desperately grasping onto the sheets. “Fuck, I love your cock in my ass!”
“That’s fucking right,” I growl, taking my other hand and smacking her other ass cheek. “Take my fucking cock up your ass, Witch.” I lean down and grasp her hair in my fist, pushing her face into the bed. “How does it feel to have no control, hmm? Does it feel good? Having me ruin you like you ruined me.”
“Fuck, tear me apart!” I watch as her mouth opens, drool starting to pool around her lips and on the sheets. I can see her eyes rolling back in her skull as she loses her senses.
I pick up speed, slamming into Ana, connecting our hips at a higher speed than I think either of us were expecting. I tighten my grip in her hair and push her deeper into the bed, a new side of me emerging. I listen as Ana’s gasps and moans become shorter and closer together, and her legs start to lose their strength. I bring my free hand around Ana’s hip and start to slap her clit. Ana lets out a loud moan.
“I’m close,” she whines, pushing deeper into me. I grin and switch it up, placing two fingers back inside of her and flick her clit with my thumb, placing a lot of pressure on her nerves. Moments later she gushes on me, more liquid than I’ve ever coaxed out of anyone. I pull my fingers out of her so she sprays all over the sheets and let go of her hair, using both of my hands to grip her hips tightly as I slam her deeper and harder onto my dick a few more times. She cries out with every pull, more and more cum falling onto the sheets.
When she’s finally done I rip my cock out of her and get off the bed, moving to stand right in front of her. I wave my hand in front of me, causing the plasma attached to me to disappear. Then I sink to the floor, kneeling beside Ana.
“Was that satisfactory for you, Witch?” I ask her quietly. She nods as if it’s difficult for her to speak.
“Next time,” she says, her breath heavy. “I’m taking control again.”
“As you wish.” I mutter, standing back up. I straighten myself up and go to grab the notebook. I open it to the front page and say the spell backward, opening a portal. With one more look at Ana, still in the same position, watches me, her eyes lazy. I wave my hand and remove the plasma from her wrists. She immediately falls onto the bed, attempting to catch her breath. Then I step through the portal.
It’s night in New York when I get back. Pretty late, by the looks of it. There are no candles lit in the artifact room, and Strange is usually up past midnight in there. I stop at the foot of the stairs and take a breath. Then I pull out my enchanted phone and dial Wanda 1856. It rings a few times before she picks up.
“Y/N?” She says in a groggy voice. “Do you know what time it is?”
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly. “I just wanted you to know that the Chaos magic situation has been dealt with.”
“Really?” She asks, sounding a little more awake now. “How?”
“I don’t really want to discuss that right now,” I say, looking up the stairs. “But I promise to visit soon and discuss it with you.”
“Okay,” she says, going back to her groggy voice. “As long as I don’t have to worry about hurting Ariel again, we’re good.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I promise her. “Get back to sleep. We’ll speak soon.” I remove the phone from my ear and hang up the call. I grip the phone and notebook tightly in my hands and climb the stairs.
I enter the room I share with Wanda quietly, not wanting to wake her. I strip down until I’m naked, tossing my clothes into our hamper. Then I place the notebook and phone on my bedside table and crawl into bed next to Wanda. She’s facing away from me, breathing evenly. I scoot close to her and wrap my arm around her middle, placing my hand softly on her belly. She wiggles in bed, turning her head toward me.
“Y/N?” She mumbles. “You’re back.”
“I told you I’d be back, baby.” I whisper to her, kissing her ear.
“I know.” She says, pushing herself into me. “Did you deal with what you needed to deal with?”
“I did.”
“Good.” She sighs as she turns back, easily falling back into sleep. I let out a deep sigh and try to settle in. Then I see a light out of the corner of my eye. I turn away from Wanda and see the notebook glowing. When it dies down, I turn fully away from Wanda and grab the notebook. Opening it to the page after the spell, I see a message written on the page.
Chapter summary: After a nice, cosy day, Wanda and Nyx head to the aquarium, where they are forced to face certain harsh truths.
Warnings: Tooth-rotting amounts of fluff. Followed by violence, a lil torture (comeuppance), ptsd, dissociation, I tried going light on the gore.
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A/N: Chapter too long so I'm splitting it.
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“Are you sure you don’t want to come?”
Wanda laughed as Nyx gave an exaggerated sigh.
“I have no reason to come along, Orion,” she said tiredly, “All of you are going on a field trip to the aquarium. I’m not particularly fond of the idea of being surrounded by tons of water above and around me.”
“You sure, Nyx?” Wanda teased, “What if a squid attacks me?” she asked innocently.
Nyx snorted, “Baby, if you can’t fend off against a squid, then I truly am a shitty trainer.”
“Oh come on,” Wanda whined, “I’m going, Steve’s going, Billy and Tommy are staying over with Nat and Maria. Even Orion and Mel are going.”
“You just want your wife to be sweet to you,” Steve gruffed, “You’re coming.”
Nyx rolled her eyes, “No, actually. I’m not coming.”
“Wanda,” Mel said grumpily, “Do it.”
Nyx frowned, “Do what?”
Wanda smiled, walking up to her wife. Nyx had been sitting on the couch this whole time. She straddled her wife’s lap, smirking at Nyx’s wide eyes. She leaned closer, a hair’s breadth from her wife’s lips. Nyx let out a soft exhale, leaning forward. Wanda leaned back just a bit, enough for their lips to remain unmet.
Nyx frowned, leaning forward more, but Wanda’s hand pressed against the brunette’s chest.
“What are you doing?” Nyx asked in a breathy voice.
“Come with me,” Wanda husked right beside Nyx’s ear, “And I’ll kiss you so hard you’ll forget everything else.”
Nyx’s eyes widened, and she swallowed. Her eyes darted between her wife’s gorgeous green eyes and her lips.
“You don’t play fair, Mrs Maximoff-Rogers.” Nyx pouted.
“What will it be, baby?” Wanda whispered, smiling at the way Nyx’s eyes fluttered.
“Fine.” Nyx mumbled, “Just.. kiss me.”
Wanda grinned, leaning forward and kissing Nyx hard. Nyx hummed, hands moving to the Sokovian’s hair.
Wanda chuckled as she pulled back, “Later,” she promised, “Now, I believe you agreed?”
Nyx rolled her eyes, a playful smile on her lips. “Yeah, yeah. You’re buying me lunch, though.”
Wanda laughed, “I usually do,” she teased, giggling at Mel’s snicker.
The five of them made their way to the car, Nyx sitting in the driver’s seat. Wanda ran, reaching the passenger’s seat first, giving Orion and Mel the middle finger.
“Oh come on, it’s not fair.” Mel said, “I don’t want to have to sit between these two smelly hunks.”
“Who you callin’ hunk?” Orion asked.
“Who you callin’ smelly?” Steve demanded simultaneously.
The two looked at each other and cracked up. Eventually, after a bit of fighting, Mel sat in the middle, incredibly displeased.
“You can be in charge of music,” Wanda offered.
Mel readily took the phone, immediately playing Too Sweet by Hozier.
“Oh, this is my jam!” Orion said enthusiastically.
Mel looked at him, amused. “Why are you talking like you’re a grandpa from the fucking 1990s?”
“Jesus Christ, I’m old,” Steve mumbled, making Wanda laugh.
Wanda sang along, as did everyone… except Nyx. She looked a little too serious, driving.
“Hey,” Wanda said quietly, enough so only her wife could hear. “What’s going on?”
Nyx glanced in the sideview mirror, “I’m… not sure. I feel like I’ve seen that car before.”
Wanda frowned, “Where?” she asked, turning to glance at the blue sedan behind them.
She couldn’t clearly see who was driving.
Nyx shook her head, “It’s nothing, I’m probably just stressed.”
“To go to the aquarium?” Wanda asked gently. “Can you tell me why?”
Nyx sighed, “I.. I don’t have a lot of memories of my childhood,” she admitted, “I mean, brief glimpses at best. But one of the strongest ones is in the aquarium… with my parents.”
Wanda nodded, “Is there a particular memory?”
Nyx shook her head, “No, not that… I don’t know how to explain it. Just this… weird fear when it comes to the concept of aquariums. I can’t remember anything about it except for maybe seeing a jellyfish.”
Wanda gently rubbed her wife’s thigh, “I’ll be right beside you throughout it,” she promised.
Nyx nodded, smiling gratefully. “I love you,” she said.
Wanda grinned, “I love you too.”
Mel changed the song to Alibi, making Nyx hoot.
“I fucking love this song!” Nyx exclaimed.
She moved to the rhythm of the beat, making Wanda raise an appreciative brow.
“Why, Mrs Maximoff-Rogers, Wanda teased, “I should definitely play this song at home.”
Nyx giggled, giving her wife a teasing wink. Approximately half an hour later, Nyx was parking. Thankfully, the place wasn’t too crowded.
“Doesn’t it look… empty?” Orion asked, frowning.
Mel snorted, “We’re at the aquarium on a Tuesday afternoon, in the fall. Nobody is going to a fucking aquarium cause they have work or school or an actual life to get to.”
“Are you implying that we don’t have a life?” Wanda asked, amused.
“Maybe the billionaire CEO, sure.” Mel teased, walking to the counter, “But the rest of us are technically employed to take care of our own home.”
“I have a life,” Nyx said defensively.
Steve huffed, “Nyx, you were going to spend your one day off doing nothing but read your books.”
“Is that not having a life?” Nyx asked, confused.
Wanda laughed, walking to the counter, “Five tickets, please.” She said, “All access passes.”
The woman behind the counter nodded. She glanced up and frowned, her eyes on Nyx.
“Don’t I know you?” she asked.
Orion laughed, “She’s a celebrity,” slapping Nyx’s shoulders, who just looked uncomfortable.
The woman shook her head, “Nah, that’s not it… I’ve seen you around.”
Nyx frowned; even Wanda looked confused as she took the tickets.
The woman’s eyes lit up, “I remember, you’re !”
Nyx flinched, eyes wide. Wanda gasped.
“What did you just say?” Steve asked, stepping forward.
“Come on, big guy,” Mel said, pushing the bearded man along.
Wanda gave the woman one last look before walking in. She walked beside Nyx, whose breathing was a little shallow, eyes darting everywhere.
“Baby,” Wanda said, “We don’t have to go in.”
Nyx shook her head, “I.. I want to. I want to find out why I’m so scared.”
Wanda took a deep breath, nodding. “Alright, let’s do this.”
…
Wanda was having fun, genuine fun. After a while, so was Nyx. Mel dragged them to the dolphin exhibit, Orion wanted to touch a few manta rays. Steve was fascinated by the dark exhibit, which showcased all the species found in the deeper parts of the ocean.
To Wanda’s surprise, Nyx wanted to see sharks.
“They’re often misunderstood,” Nyx explained, smiling as she saw the hammerhead. “Hollywood did them dirty. They’re actually really peaceful and keep to themselves. Well, most of the time. It’s the dolphins that are the real monsters.”
Wanda smiled knowingly, “Much like someone else I know,” she teased.
Nyx chuckled, “You got me pegged, huh?”
Wanda smirked, “I will once we get home,” she whispered, making Nyx bark out a laugh.
“I look forward to it,” Nyx said, kissing Wanda’s cheek.
The group had dispersed, Mel and Steve were hungry, and Orion wanted to spend more time in the petting area. That left Nyx and Wanda walking through the area alone. There were a few stragglers here and there, but they had their privacy most of the time.
“How are you feeling?” Wanda asked after a while of watching sharks.
“Better, I think.” Nyx said, “I still feel a little on edge,” she admitted.
Wanda nodded, moving closer to Nyx and resting her head on the brunette’s shoulder.
“Tell me more about Sharks,” Wanda said, holding Nyx’s arm.
“What do you wanna know?” Nyx asked.
Wanda shrugged, “Anything.”
Nyx thought about it for a moment before she spoke, “Did you know Sharks have the ability to sense electric fields?”
Wanda frowned, looking at her wife, “They what?”
The brunette nodded, “It’s called Ampullae of Lorenzini. It allows them to detect muscle movement from hidden prey. It’s how they hunt in pitch-black water.”
Wanda hummed, “Tell me more.”
“Baby sharks eat their siblings in the womb.” A voice said from behind.
Wanda’s blood froze at the sound, Nyx stiffening beside her. The brunette stood, turning around to meet… her father.
“Hello ”, Apep said coldly, “Nice of you to come to my workplace.”
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“Papa…” Nyx breathed, her tone neutral.
But Wanda knew, from the brunette’s posture, clenched jaw, and unnaturally still chest. Nyx was panicking.
“I’m sorry,” Nyx said, “I.. I forgot you worked here.”
“Not all of us can sleep our way into money,” he sneered.
“We’re going to leave,” Wanda said, holding Nyx’s hand.
“Oh no, you’re not,” Apep said, smiling. “Not until I finish talking to my son.”
“She is not your son.” Wanda gritted out, glaring at the man.
Wanda never bothered to properly take Apep’s physical features in, except for the first time she met him. He was tall, perhaps a few inches shorter than Nyx. He was clearly muscular, rough hands covered in some white powder, possibly chalk. His facial features looked nothing like Nyx’s. She had soft, sharp features. His were harsh, a few scars visible from here. His hair was buzzed short on the sides, jagged on the top. He had permanent frown lines, his nose slightly crooked. And his teeth, perfectly white, pristine. Wanda noted that Nyx’s canines were rather sharp and large; she often teased her wife about being a vampire. The ends poked out when Nyx grinned.
“I heard you were sick.” Nyx said quietly, “What’s going on?”
“Acquired Thrombophilia,” Apep chuckled, “My blood clots too much from excessive injuries.”
Nyx frowned, “There’s… there’s a cure, right?”
“Not at this stage.” Apep said, “So. As a dying man. I want to see my grandsons. Make sure they’re not disappointments like you; if they’re too far gone, then maybe a few lessons to correct them.”
“I’m sorry you’re dying,” Wanda cut in, “But you’re not ever seeing my children. Much less giving them a lesson.”
“I didn’t ask you, wife.” Apep snapped, “I’m talking to my son. You better stay out of this.”
“Hey, Wands. There you are,” Orion said, walking in with Mel and Steve.
He hadn’t noticed Apep yet. Or rather, didn’t recognise him.
“Nyx, are you okay?” Mel asked, frowning.
She turned to the man whom Nyx was staring at, “Who are you?” she asked bluntly.
“You!” Steve snarled, recognising the man.
The bearded man charged at Apep, ignoring Nyx’s alarmed ‘No!’. Wanda watched in horror as Apep stood there, waiting for Steve to come close enough, then his figure blurred. Wanda watched in slow motion as he kicked Steve in the stomach, sending him hurtling against the wall.
“What the fuck?” Orion exclaimed, surprised.
He charged at Apep, but the younger man was pinned to the wall by Nyx’s father. The man easily grabbed his throat and lifted him in the air. Orion’s eyes bulged.
“You think is the only one who learned how to fight?” Apep snarled. “You forget, the one who trained him was mymother.”
Wanda let out a shuddered breath, “Let… let him go,” she said firmly.
Apep looked bored, “Why?” he asked, intrigued.
“You’ll kill him,” Mel yelled. “Let him go.”
“Hmm.” Apep mused, “No.”
“Papa.. please,” Nyx begged, hands shaking. “Let him go.”
Apep smirked, dropping Orion, who was now unconscious.
“Weak,” he spat. “All of you. I’d teach you all a lesson, but you’d probably die within the first few minutes.”
He looked at Nyx, “Isn’t that right, son? They won’t survive our lessons,” he asked, amused, “You may be a pathetic little faggot, but at least you aren’t weak like they are,” he growled distastefully.
“What do you want?” Nyx asked shallowly.
“Haven’t you been listening?” Apep growled, “I want to meet my grandsons.”
Wanda stepped back instinctively as Apep’s face darkened.
“You dare disobey me?” Apep asked quietly, enraged. “Seems like you’ve forgotten your manners.”
Nyx was hyperventilating now. Eyes tearing up as Apep removed his belt.
“Come here,” Apep growled. “Right now.”
“No,” Wanda shouted, standing in front of Nyx. “She’s not going anywhere near you.”
“Wanda,” Nyx breathed, panicked. “No.”
Mel was crouching beside Steve, who lay unconscious. For the first time, Apep looked at Wanda.
“You, daughter-in-law,” he said coldly, “You seem to be a bad influence on my son. I think I’ll teach you a lesson. Maybe you’ll be stronger than you look.”
Wanda’s heart was pounding.
“No.” Nyx muttered, “No, no, no, Papa, no, please,” she begged. “I’ll take it. Please. Not Wanda.”
“Too late, ”, Apep snapped, glaring at Wanda, “She’s family, right. She needs to learn the rules.”
Wanda glared at Apep, “Fuck you and your fucking rules.” She spat.
Despite her bravado, Wanda was terrified. Apep smiled coldly, walking towards them slowly.
“Wanda,” Nyx breathed, “Run.”
Apep laughed, “There’s nowhere to run. The only exit is behind me. And I’ve asked the other staff members to block this place off for a little, father-son reunion.”
“You know, Wife,” Apep said casually, walking to them with his belt in his hand. “* used to pull the same shit with my wife. She was soft, too. But my son? He took all the lessons,” he praised.
Wanda felt sick at the pride in his voice. She flinched when he whipped his belt against the floor. Hating the sick smile on his face. He was close, too close. Wanda felt Nyx shaking behind her.
“You’re pathetic,” Wanda growled, breathing heavy. “No matter what you do, I’m not going to let you lay a hand on my sons or my wife.”
“You will,” Apep promised, “One way or another, you will.”
Wanda watched him flick his wrist, the belt buckle hurtling towards her. She felt Nyx move behind her, appearing in front of the Sokovian. She held the belt buckle, blood dripping from where the sharp end bit into her skin.
“Papa, please,” Nyx begged, tears falling. “Please take it out on me.”
Apep growled, “Get. The fuck. Out of the way.”
Nyx shook her head, crying freely now. Wanda saw Mel lunge at Apep from behind, sneaking without him noticing. Or, at least, she thought he didn’t notice. Far too fluidly, he spun, kicking Mel in the face with enough force that the crack made Wanda cry out. She collapsed on the floor, blood dripping from her face.
Apep yanked the belt from Nyx’s hand, nodding in approval when Nyx didn’t even wince at the blood dripping from her hand. He dropped the belt, lunging for Wanda faster than she could see.
Nyx caught her father’s hand, her body shaking with sobs. “Please, no,” she cried.
“How about I make you a deal?” Wanda offered. “Fight me in Styx. If you win, you can meet your grandchildren.”
Nyx shook her head, ignoring as Apep yanked his hand back.
“No.” Apep growled, “After I’m done with you, you’re going to call them here. And if you’re unconscious, I’ll have my son do it.”
He punched Nyx’s abdomen, making her crumple silently, dry heaving. He put his boot on her and kicked her to the side.
“Pathetic,” he growled, “You’ve become soft, .”
Wanda felt her ears ringing with rage.
“I’m going to kill you,” she swore, breathing heavy.
Apep smiled, “Give it your best shot,” he said, raising his arms, as though he was going to hug her.
Wanda snarled, moving as fast as she could, going straight for his throat. She cried out when he moved out of the way, grabbing her hair and yanking. He threw her to the floor.
“Wanda!” Nyx cried out, standing up.
Wanda stood up, her vision burst into white when she felt him slap her, with enough force that she felt it ricochet to her neck. She fell to the floor, her face burned. She watched as a drop of blood fell from her nose, then another. Her right ear was ringing. Wanda felt dizzy. She breathed through her nose, trying not to throw up.
“At least you didn’t pass out like them,” Apep noted. “Good. Get up.”
Nyx’s voice cut through the silence.
“You’re… bleeding,” Nyx said, eyes on Wanda’s face.
“I’m… fine.” Wanda strained, crouching.
Apep grabbed her hair, making her cry out. He pulled enough so Wanda was on her knees, exposed.
“I clearly held back too much,” he growled, “I guess I was too lenient.”
“You… hurt her.” Nyx breathed, wide-eyed.
Apep’s head snapped to Nyx, who was standing right behind him, suddenly.
“Step back.” Apep gritted, “I’ll deal with you after her.”
Very slowly, Nyx walked to Wanda, slowly wrapping her hand around her father’s wrist.
“Let go…” Nyx said, her voice empty.
Wanda was breathing hard, her eyes on her wife.
“No,” Apep growled.
There was a sick crunching sound as Nyx crushed her father’s wrist, forcing the hand to go limp. The man roared in pain, yanking it back.
Wanda fell back, Nyx supporting the redhead’s back. She laid Wanda against the glass wall. Wanda watched in horror as Nyx looked at her palm, coated in her father’s blood.
“Nyx..” Wanda breathed, but it was too late.
Nyx smeared her father’s blood on the top half of her face. Wanda let out a shuddering breath, her head throbbing.
“Midnight..” Wanda said.
The brunette looked up at her as she stood, “It’s okay, Wanda.” Midnight said, her voice empty. “It’s alright.”
Wanda touched her ear, horrified to find a small smear of blood. That would explain the ringing. Midnight turned to Apep, who was cursing, wrapping his wrist with strips he’d torn from his t-shirt. Wanda despised the fact that the man’s skin was near perfect, clear evidence that Nyx’s scars on her torso were a result of his ‘training’. Not Kali’s.
“Seems you want to be taught a lesson first.” Apep snarled. “Fine.”
“No…” Midnight said, her voice empty.
Apep appeared in front of Midnight, frowning when the woman didn’t even flinch. He slapped her, harder than he slapped Wanda. Midnight’s head snapped to the side, but she turned back to look at him. His brows narrowed, taking a step back.
He grabbed Midnight’s throat, but the woman calmly moved her hand to his thumb, twisting it. There was a nauseating crack as she snapped his thumb.
“I’m done.” Midnight breathed.
Wanda wondered if, for the first time in his life, Apep felt fear.
“Stop,” Apep growled, much less confident now. “, Stop this.”
“No.” Midnight said, empty.
“Tell your husband to stop,” Apep growled to Wanda.
Immediately, Midnight grabbed his jaw. His eyes widened in alarm as she raised him in the air.
“You don’t speak to her.” Midnight said coldly. “Not now, not ever.”
Steve and Orion were awake now. They glanced at Mel and Wanda in alarm. Then, turning to Midnight and Apep, they heard his voice.
“Your voice is grating.” Midnight said.
She jabbed his mouth, ignoring his grunt of pain as she shattered his teeth. She shook her hand, the few teeth that dug into her knuckles falling to the floor. She moved her hand into his mouth, ignoring the muffled cries as he writhed, his working hand slapping against her wrist, his thumb facing the wrong way.
Orion gagged as Apep screamed, blood pouring from his mouth as Midnight yanked back. She dropped something on the floor.
Wanda heaved, emptying her guts as she realised it was the man’s tongue that had just been ripped out. Midnight dropped him to the floor, him unconscious due to blood loss and pain.
“Weak.” Midnight said emptily, mirroring her father’s earlier words.
Wanda breathed shallowly as she watched her wife pick up her father’s unconscious body, resting him against the shark exhibit wall. Midnight slapped him, the sound echoing against the glass. The man’s eyes fluttered open as he awoke. Panic was clearly visible in them. He shook his head, but Midnight stared at him. In his helplessness, he turned his pleading gaze to Wanda.
“You don’t get to look at her.” Midnight said coldly.
Wanda let out a cry of shock as Midnight grabbed her father’s face with both hands, thumbs digging into his eyes. The man screamed and wailed as Midnight, looking detached, ensured he could never lay eyes on Wanda again. He was unconscious by the time Midnight stood up.
The Sokovian sobbed as her wife walked to her, crouching. Midnight placed a soft kiss on Wanda’s forehead.
Wanda grabbed Midnight’s wrist weakly, sobbing. Midnight looked at her wife, detached.
“Tell Billy and Tommy that I love them.” Midnight said.
Wanda jolted at that, “What?” she breathed.
“No,” Wanda said, sobbing. “No, no, no. Nyx, no please.”
Midnight stood up, looking at her wife. “My dad was right about one thing, Wanda.” She said calmly, “I’m a result of his actions. That’s not someone who deserves a happy life.”
“Nyx,” Wanda sobbed, “Please, don’t do this. Just stay, we’ll figure it out,” she pleaded.
Wanda wailed as her wife looked at her one last time, then turned around and walked away.
Chapter summary: After a nice, cosy day, Wanda and Nyx head to the aquarium, where they are forced to face certain harsh truths.
Warnings: Tooth-rotting amounts of fluff. Followed by violence, a lil torture (comeuppance), ptsd, dissociation, I tried going light on the gore.
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A/N: Chapter too long so I'm splitting it.
‘Friends! Circe’s instructions were clear. No matter what we hear. Full speed ahead!’
“Full speed ahead!” Billy and Tommy chimed in.
‘My comrades, this land confuses our minds. So matter who we find…’
“Full speed ahead!” the twins chimed in.
‘Good.’ Nyx said dramatically, making the kids giggle.
Wanda watched as Nyx stood in their hall, a spatula in her hand as she belted the song. The kids chimed in, accustomed to the songs by now. Wanda felt a lump in her throat when Nyx genuinely teared up at Ody’s ‘Mom?’.
‘I’m right here, mom. Can’t you see? I’m waiting… ’
Wanda sat beside her wife, who sniffled, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
‘I took too long... and ventured too far.’
Tommy and Billy, upon noticing that Nyx was visibly upset, came and sat on her and Wanda’s lap. Nyx broke down after the ‘Bye, mom’. Unable to continue singing.
“Why maa cry?” Tommy asked Wanda innocently.
Wanda swallowed, “Her maa passed away a few years ago, baby, she just misses her.”
Tommy nodded, cupping Nyx’s teary face and giving the woman kisses on the cheek and nose and everywhere else.
“M love you maa.” He said seriously.
Nyx cried even more at that, hugging her boys. Wanda knew what led this on. It had been three years today since Nyx’s mother passed. After a minute of sniffling, Nyx nodded.
“I love you too, my sweet baby boy,” Nyx said, kissing Tommy’s cheek. “Now come on, it’s bedtime.”
The kids groaned but complied, nonetheless. When they were in bed and fast asleep, thanks to Nyx reading them Sense and Sensibility. Nyx sat on Wanda’s lap, who was lounging on the sofa, watching TV. The brunette nuzzled her wife’s neck as Wanda ate popcorn.
“Didn’t we just have dinner?” Nyx mumbled.
“Snacky.” Wanda answered, “Now, shush.”
Nyx huffed in amusement, squinting at the screen. “What are you-“
“The Originals, now shut up.” Wanda cut in, “Elena’s about to turn her emotions off.”
Nyx groaned, going back to cuddling her wife. An episode and a half later, Nyx’s alarm rang. The woman stood, stretching.
“Do you have to go?” Wanda grumbled, turning the TV off. “I mean, you can get Steve to do the rounds, right?”
Nyx laughed, “Steve is preoccupied with all the paperwork I’ve dumped on him. Doing rounds is a small sacrifice to pay.”
Wanda hummed, “Can I come with? I’ve already set up the motion sensor cameras in the boys’ room.”
Nyx laughed, “You did what?”
Wanda grinned, “It’s not like we’re leaving the building… we can make a date out of it!”
Nyx smiled, “Now that does sound like a good idea. Alright. Semi-formal?”
“Oh, definitely, I’ve got this suit I’ve wanted to try on.” Wanda said, “But no leather or denim jackets for you, Missy.”
Nyx laughed, “Alright. Let’s do it.”
…
“I thought I said no jackets?” Wanda demanded.
Nyx laughed, “You said no leather or denim. This is a blazer. It counts as neither.”
Wanda rolled her eyes. Nyx looked stunning as usual. She was wearing a black dress, her Converse, and a black blazer rolled up to reveal her delicious forearms.
“Oh, you’re evil, Mrs Maximoff-Rogers.” Wanda husked, pinning her wife to the wall.
Nyx looked at Wanda up and down, “Says you, Mrs Maximoff-Rogers,” she said appreciatively.
Wanda had chosen a scarlet suit with a black fitted shirt that was unbuttoned to a sinful degree.
“I might have you do something about that,” Wanda whispered, leaning closer to her wife’s lips.
She leaned closer to Nyx’s neck and sucked, hard. The brunette let out a hiss as her eyes fluttered shut. Wanda had her hands pinned, but the Sokovian knew her wife was aching to touch her.
“There,” Wanda whispered, leaning back and admiring her handiwork. “Now everybody knows you’re mine.”
Nyx let out the breath she had been holding, pouting. “That’s cheating,” she grumbled.
Wanda smiled, “Only if I do it to someone else.”
Nyx huffed out a laugh, rolling her eyes. “You’re such a dork.”
Wanda scrunched her nose, “I take after my wife,” she said flirtatiously. “Now come on, we’re getting late.”
X—X—X—X—X
The theme of tonight was seduction, rather apt given Wanda’s headspace. The music was slow and sensual, bodies writhing. Wanda was nursing her drink, The Darkhold. The proper one. And it tasted glorious. Medea was genuinely amazing at drinks.
A woman sat beside her, nearly making Wanda spit her drink out. Her aesthetic was almost exactly like the Sokovian’s wife. From the earrings to the jacket, to the jeans and Converse. Even her makeup, the eyeliner.
“Can I buy you a drink?” the woman asked confidently.
Wanda grinned, showing her wedding ring. “That’s very flattering, thank you. I’m married,” she said with an apologetic smile.
She nodded graciously, “Understood. In that case, can you recommend a drink for me to buy?”
Wanda laughed, “I favour the darkhold, but I heard there’s one named after Nyx.”
The woman’s eyes lit up, “You know Nyx Maximoff-Rogers?” she asked excitedly, “Like, personally?”
Wanda bit her lip in amusement, “We’ve met.”
“Oh my god, isn’t she awesome?” the woman squealed, making Wanda laugh.
“You have no idea,” Wanda said, grinning.
“Oh, I have an idea,” the woman said with a wide grin, “A couple of years ago, I was walking by near here, actually.. That’s when I met her. She saved my life.”
Wanda’s eyebrows shot up. “Do tell.”
“It’s not a… fun story.” The woman warned.
“I’m willing to listen if you’re okay sharing,” Wanda said gently, her voice loud to be heard over the club music.
The woman grinned enthusiastically, “Oh yeah, so basically. A couple of years ago, I was on my way to work. I’d just started working at this diner nearby. And some creeps had been following me for a couple of blocks. I tried calling nine-one-one, and for some reason, the moment they heard my location, their tone kind of changed. They said they’d send a cop car over to check it out.”
“Did they?” Wanda asked, frowning.
The woman shrugged, “It would have been too late, anyway. It was like, three huge dickheads. They cornered me and.. uh..”
“It’s okay, hon.” Wanda said gently, “I can imagine.”
She nodded, “Yeah.. my clothes were torn. I thought I was going to… die. Anyway. Midnight practically teleported and tore this guy’s arm, clean off.”
Wanda nodded.
“I mean like, actually tore his arm off,” the woman repeated. “Those idiots didn’t stand a chance. She was fucking brutal to them. It felt amazing watching one of them piss his pants. She gave me her t-shirt and jacket, which was like a dress for me back then. And took me to the building that used to be here before she renovated it.”
Wanda smiled, “I’m glad she was there for you.”
“Oh yeah,” the woman snorted, “I had like, a crush on her for years.”
“I’m not surprised,” Wanda said, smiling, “In fact, I feel the same way.”
The woman frowned, glancing at Wanda’s wedding ring, making the Sokovian laugh.
“It’s just a harmless little crush,” Wanda said, grinning.
The woman nodded, “Unfortunately- well, for me. Fortunately for her, I heard she got married a while back, even had a kid with the woman. Some rich CEO woman.”
“I think she had two kids,” Wanda said, admittedly, “Twins, in fact.”
“Oh, sick,” the woman said, “good for her. I’m glad she got to settle down.”
“If you could say something to her, what would you?” Wanda asked, interested.
The woman laughed, moving the hair out of her face.
“Oh man.. so many things..” she said, “Mostly though.. I’d probably just say thank you.. for helping me, feeding me that fucking delicious ganache after I’d puked my guts out in front of her.. although I probably wouldn’t mention the puking.. that was.. embarrassing.”
Wanda nodded, smiling. “What if she were different? You know that saying? Never meet your heroes?”
The woman snorted, “That’s for like, celebrities on TV. She’s my hero because I met her.”
“Fair enough,” Wanda said. She waved Circe down, who was currently bartending.
“Hey, Wands, you want a refill?” Circe said.
The woman frowned as Wanda nodded, “I’d love that. Can you get her something, too? On the house.”
Circe considered the woman, smirking. “You a Midnight fan?”
“You know her?” the woman asked, excited.
Circe snorted, glancing at Wanda, her smirk widening. “We go way back. Anyway, I’m thinking, a Persephone’s Pomegranate. Something sweet, fruity, can’t really taste the alcohol.”
“Is that her favourite drink?” the woman asked, frowning when Circe laughed, shaking her head.
“Midnight doesn’t drink alcohol.” Circe said, smirking, “She’ll clean out the mocktail section, though.”
“The pomegranate sounds good,” the woman decided. “I’m Stella,” she said nervously, raising her hand to Circe.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Stella.” Circe said warmly, “I’ll get you your drink shortly; you can keep Wanda company.”
Stella nodded, turning to Wanda with a frown, “How does the bartender know you?” she asked suspiciously.
Wanda laughed, “I come here often. Practically every night.”
“So you have met her?” Stella asked personally, “You think you can tell her I said thank you?”
Wanda grinned as she eyed someone in the background, “You know what, Stella? How about I do you one better?”
Stella followed the Sokovian’s gaze, eyes widening as she saw Nyx walking towards them.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Stella said, freaking out. “She’s coming, here.”
Wanda laughed, gently putting a hand on the woman.
“It’s going to be okay, Stella.” Wanda said reassuringly, “She’s just another person.”
“I’m wearing her jacket.” Stella hissed, her eyes wide as Nyx walked to Wanda.
Nyx sighed as she kissed Wanda’s cheek, making Stella’s eyes bulge.
“I just had to kick out yet another guy for groping Mel,” Nyx complained.
Wanda laughed, poking her wife, “Nyx, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
Nyx stood up, looking at Stella with a frown.
“Hi,” Stella squeaked, “I’m-“
“Stella.” Nyx said, smiling, “Right?”
Stella looked like she was about to pass out, “You remember me?” she breathed.
Nyx tilted her head, frowning. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Stella, here, was just telling me about how much she looks up to you,” Wanda said gently.
Nyx frowned, “Why?”
“‘Cause you saved my life.” Stella blurted. “And, uh.. thank you.. For the puke.”
“The what?” Nyx asked, confused.
Stella looked mortified, “Saving me. Not puke. Forget I said puke,” she rambled.
She got into an awkward pose, partial squatting, partial leaning on her wife.
“Is this better?” Nyx tried.
Wanda laughed, and even Stella giggled, nodding.
“Here you go,” Circe said, handing Stella and Wanda their drinks.
She grinned when she saw Nyx standing there.
“I see you met your hero,” Circe teased, Stella, blushing. “Midnight, what can I get you?”
Nyx’s eyes lit up, “I’ll have a buttersc-“
“No milkshakes,” Circe said sternly.
“Oh come on,” Nyx whined, making Stella and Wanda giggle, “I haven’t had one in weeks.”
“Liar.” Wanda snorted, “I got you one last week after you won the race.”
Nyx glared at her smug wife, “That was supposed to be confidential, Wanda.” The brunette grumbled.
“What will you have?” Circe asked again, “Shirley Temple? Virgin Colada?”
“Your face is a Virgin Colada.” Nyx retorted, poking her tongue out.
Circe raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
“Virgin Colada is nice,” Nyx mumbled, “Sorry.”
“Medea,” Circe called out, staring at Nyx, “No milkshakes for Nyx for a month.”
Nyx looked horrified, Stella giggling at the interaction.
“How about we go somewhere quieter?” Nyx suggested.
The three of them headed to the restaurant section, the vibe significantly calmer despite it almost being a full house.
“Hey, Wanda,” Orion said, wearing an apron, “Midnight, Midnight’s stunt double. What can I get you girls?”
“I’m Stella,” the woman offered, shaking the man’s hand.
“Orion,” he introduced, shaking his hand. “Are you cosplaying Midnight or do you have a goth fetish too?” he teased.
Stella blushed, “It’s… her jacket,” she said quietly.
Orion grinned, “Oh, I know. I have her shoes. Her clothes, despite being a stereotype, are somehow always distinct. You can almost feel the bitchiness from them.”
Stella giggled while Nyx glared.
“I should dock your pay,” Nyx glowered.
“Oh, please,” Orion said smugly, “You love me too much.”
Nyx rolled her eyes, making Orion smile even wider.
“I’ll just have one of the pastas,” Stella said.
Orion nodded, jotting it down, “Spaghetti okay? creamy?”
Stella nodded, “Thank you, Orion.”
“I gotchu,” He said, winking. “What about you, Wands?”
“Oh, I’m just enjoying my drink,” Wanda said, slightly tipsy.
“Midnight?” he asked.
“I’ll have a bruschetta, please,” Nyx said grumbling.
Orion nodded, heading back.
“So,” Nyx started, “You were saying something about puke?”
Stella flushed, and Wanda giggled, elbowing her wife.
“I actually wanted to say ‘thank you’… for, you know, saving my life,” Stella said. “And for giving me your clothes… and feeding me that ganache, which I still haven’t been able to find, again.”
“Oh, I made that,” Nyx said, nodding at Stella’s wide eyes. “Yeah, you seemed like you could use something warm and sweet.”
Stella nodded, “Thank you… so much. For everything.” she said gratefully.
Nyx smiled softly, “I’m sorry I couldn’t have been there earlier,” She said sadly.
Stella shook her head vigorously, “No. You got there before they killed me. That’s the best I could have hoped for.”
Stella seemed to remember what she was wearing, “Oh, right, I’ll give you your jacket-“
“Keep it,” Nyx said, smiling. “It suits you; you seem to have grown into it.”
“Really?” Stella asked, eyes shining.
Nyx nodded, “You look badass.”
Stella flushed, smiling shyly. “Thank you.”
“So what are you doing here today?” Nyx asked, smiling as Wanda sipped her drink. “Aside from clubbing.”
Stella smiled, embarrassed. “I actually came here to sign up for self-defence classes, a trainer called… Melpomene?”
Nyx nodded, “Mel’s a good choice. She’s won against several big guys, too.”
“She also came here for some fun,” Wanda teased, “It’s how we met, actually. Stella here bought me a drink.”
Stella looked at Wanda in horror, her face red when Nyx laughed.
“Good choice,” Nyx grinned, bumping her shoulder against her wife’s, “Besides, I don’t blame you. Wanda’s constantly getting hit on.”
“I’m sure you get hit on, too,” Stella said.
Nyx snorted, shaking her head. “Nah, Wanda’s the hot one.”
“Bullshit,” Wanda laughed, “People hit on you constantly. You just don’t realise it.”
“Really?” Nyx asked, “Like who?”
Wanda looked at her wife adoringly, “Baby, more than half my office has a crush on you.”
Stella nodded, “It’s true, I had a crush on you for years.”
Nyx blinked, “But…”
Wanda smiled, “This is like that slumber party all over again.”
Nyx chuckled awkwardly, “I’m… not sure what to say. I’m not saying I don’t believe you. I just.. huh.”
Stella nodded understandingly, “It makes sense. I mean, I saw how you were back then, too. You never stopped to think about yourself, just focused on making sure everyone else was okay.”
“Thank you” Wanda said dramatically, “I’ve been saying that for years”
Wanda shushed her wife, laying her head on Nyx’s lap. Stella giggled at the fond exasperation on Nyx had on her face.
The two of them ate their food as Wanda slept. There was a slight commotion on a nearby table, someone a little too drunk and too handsy.
“I’ll be right back,” Nyx said, getting up.
Stella watched in fascination as Nyx walked to the man to try to talk to him.
“How’s your food?” Orion asked, making Stella jump.
“Sorry,” Orion said genuinely, “I forget to make noise, sometimes.”
“It’s alright,” Stella said, hand on her chest.
She went back to looking at Nyx, who reached the man, the server he’d been touching threw the food on his head and stormed away.
“Should we help?” Stella asked, alarmed.
“Nah,” Orion said casually, “Nyx has that covered.”
Stella watched the man stand up, Nyx standing in front of him. A few words were exchanged before the man moved to pass Nyx. She grabbed his shoulder, squeezing tightly. The man winced, crumpling to his knees as Nyx spoke to him sternly. He nodded frantically, grasping his shoulder when Nyx let go.
“See?” Orion said, “She got it covered.”
Stella nodded, watching the woman turn to talk to the waitress. She almost screamed in alarm when the man got up, clearly enraged, and lunged for Nyx. The brunette, having heard him, spun around faster than Stella could track her, grabbing his head and slamming it against the counter. Stella winced at the loud sound; several patrons looked at the commotion before going back to their food quietly.
Orion sighed, “We had to get all the furniture reinforced because of that. She just keeps slamming people into tables.”
Stella snorted, watching the man crumple to the ground. A few security guards picked him up, escorting him and his group away.
“Sorry,” Nyx said as she shuffled back in, “You were talking about your timings, right?”
Stella nodded slowly, wide-eyed.
“Orion, could you clean up the table, please?” Nyx asked, “I think he bled on the table a little.”
Orion grumbled something about getting the sterilising kit as he walked away.
“Is that… common?” Stella asked.
Nyx nodded, “Yeah.. unfortunately, he wasn’t even the first one I had to deal with today. Although the others were slightly more reasonable.”
“Do you think I’ll get to do what you do if I join the self-defence class?” Stella asked suddenly.
Nyx gave her a sad smile, “I hope you won’t have to. But I suppose, yes, you’ll have the skill to do so.”
“Cool,” Stella said, finishing her spaghetti.
Orion returned, looking a little troubled. “Midnight, there’s a kid here to see you. Said it’s urgent.”
Nyx stood up immediately. “Can you help Wanda back?”
Orion nodded, “You go ahead, Stella, go with her.”
Stella blinked as Nyx practically vanished in front of her.
“What are you waiting for?” Orion asked.
“Why me?” she asked.
Orion smiled, “Midnight tends to get a little… aggressive when it comes to kids. We usually have someone with her to help calm her down. Now, go.”
Stella got up and ran to the elevator. By the time she made it to the lobby, she glimpsed Nyx walking to the entrance. A little boy was standing, shivering. The moment he saw her, he cried out her name and ran to her, jumping on her.
“Hey, Tim.” Nyx said worriedly, “What’s going on?”
“It’s Jason and Dick,” Tim said worriedly, “They… they tried helping someone, but they’re hurt, and those guys recognised us.”
“Can you tell me where they are?” Nyx asked gently.
Tim nodded, teary-eyed. “Just around the block.”
Nyx nodded. She turned to Drax, “Tell Steve we’re going to need a cleanup crew,” she said firmly.
Nyx frowned, but Stella insisted, “Orion asked me to.”
The brunette nodded, kneeling to Tim, “Can you show me the way, hon?”
Tim nodded enthusiastically, running outside. Stella and Nyx followed pace.
“When we find them, you take Tim and stay back, okay?” Nyx said lowly.
Stella nodded, keeping pace with the woman. They turned around the corner to find Jason, bloodied and bruised, breathing heavy as he stood between the kids who were crouching behind him, and the scene in front of him. Dick was trying to fight three grown men. From Stella’s perspective, the kid was doing rather well. He was getting punches in and dodging most of them. He was flipping over and under them. Unfortunately, every hit was devastating. Beside Stella, Nyx ran forward.
“Jason,” Nyx called out, making the men turn to Dick. “Take the kids to Stella.”
Jason nodded, picking a kid up as he and the others ran to the woman. Nyx moved faster than Stella could track, grabbing the first guy’s jacket and yanking hard. He flew to the wall and hit it with a sickening splat. A spot of blood where his head hit the wall. He didn’t move after that.
“Dick, fall back,” Nyx said, grabbing another man’s wrist and squeezing tightly, making him scream.
“No,” Dick growled, “I can do this.”
Nyx punched the guy whose wrist she crushed, knocking him out cold. The final man who was fighting the teenager noticed his pals on the ground, eyes widening. Dick lunged at him, but he brought out a switchblade. From nowhere, Nyx appeared, grabbing his wrist and throwing him against the wall, knocking him out, too.
There was a brief pause as Nyx made sure he was unconscious before she turned to Dick.
“I.. I had that.” Dick said angrily.
Nyx knelt to the teenager, eyes scanning his face. “Are you hurt?” she asked worriedly.
Dick’s eyes widened, all anger draining away as a slight, teary-eyed look took place instead. He shook his head.
“I’m fine. Just scraped up.” He mumbled.
“Oh, thank god,” Nyx said, embracing the boy. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“Stella,” Nyx called out, “Is anyone else hurt?”
Dick and Nyx walked to Jason, who was heaving, with a bruise under his eye.
“I’m fine.” Jason insisted, tears falling from his face. “I promise, I’m okay.”
Nyx picked him up in her arms, holding Dick’s hand. “Let’s go back and get you two checked up, hm?”
Just then, Steve and Nebula came running in, in tactical gear.
“Any injuries?” Steve asked as he kneeled to assess the crying children
Nyx nodded, “Jason and Dick have injuries, not fatal. I’m not sure about the others.
“Come on,” Nebula told one of the kids, picking the smallest up. “We’ll take you to safety, okay?”
The kids nodded as everyone made their way back to Astraeus. Steve had brought a car for everyone, kids fit in.
“Take Jason,” Nyx said, “I’ll walk with Dick and Stella.”
Steve nodded, driving off. Stella walked beside Nyx, who was between her and Dick.
“Talk to me, Dick,” Nyx said gently, still holding the boy’s hand.
His eyes watered as he sniffled, pulling Nyx to an embrace.
“It’s okay,” Nyx said gently. “I’m here. You’re safe.”
Dick cried in Nyx’s arms, the brunette gently rubbing his back.
“Where are Bruce and the others, darling?” Nyx asked gently
“Vacation, Switzerland.” Dick sniffled, wiping his eyes. “Alfred wasn’t feeling too great, so I asked him if I could bring Jason and Tim here.”
Nyx nodded, “Go on.”
“W-We took a cab, and were going to come in, but I heard some kids crying. And- and it reminded me of how we found Jason. And when we went there, these- these men were…”
Nyx nodded as Dick burst into tears.
“I was so angry,” Dick cried. “And Jason just jumped in, trying to stop them.. I.. I didn’t know what to do. So I yelled at Tim to go get you. I thought I could deal with them myself, I mean, Bruce trained me, after all. But fighting them andmaking sure they didn’t hurt Jason or the others.. I..”
Nyx smiled gently, “You did amazing, Dick. You held them off until we could get there.”
Perhaps for the first time, Dick noticed Stella. “Who are you?” He asked, “I haven’t seen you before. And why are you dressed like Nyx?”
Stella crouched beside Nyx with a smile, “I’m… a friend. I was with Nyx when your brother came to us. As for my outfit… well, Nyx is… my hero. So I dress like her to feel strong like her.”
Nyx’s eyes widened as Dick nodded in understanding.
“Makes sense,” Dick said.
“It does?” Nyx asked incredulously, making the boy laugh.
Dick giggled, “Yeah. You’re my hero too.”
Nyx smiled, “I’m not a hero, Dick.”
Dick looked at her with a ‘bitch please’ expression, “You literally saved kids from bad guys in a dark alley.”
“He’s got a point,” Stella said teasingly.
“Oh, okay,” Nyx said playfully, “I see what’s going on here. You two are ganging up on me.”
Dick giggled as they continued walking, “Do.. do you think I did the right thing?” he asked vulnerably.
Nyx sighed, “Dickie, when it comes to things like this… I don’t know if there’s such a thing as doing the right thing. Your goal was to help save kids. Which, of course, you could say is the right thing…”
Dick nodded, “But…?”
“But…” Nyx continued, “If you slipped up even a bit, not only would you and Jason have been hurt, but they could have possibly taken out their anger on all of you.”
Dick swallowed, nodding. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Nyx shook her head, pulling him closer as they neared Astraeus, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Dick. What I mean is, it can get dangerous to consider actions as solely right or wrong. Because when you look at it with that lens, you forget to see things for what they are. Messy, violent, and dangerous.”
Nyx turned to Stella, who had been quiet all this time.
“Are you okay, Stella?” Nyx asked gently, “I know it can be a little… triggering.”
Stella nodded, “I’m not going to lie, it was. And I probably would have had a panic attack if you hadn’t been there. But… I think I needed to see this. You. Not as someone who saved me, but… just somebody who does what they can.”
Nyx nodded as they entered Astraeus, “I’ll speak to Mel about the classes. You’re more than welcome to come with us; we’re going to Cocytus’s med bay. The kids should be there.”
Stella smiled, “Yeah. I’d like that.”
X—X—X—X—X
Wanda woke up to her head pounding; she let out an audible groan as it intensified. The whole room was spinning, and her mouth felt drier than the Sahara.
God. She was never drinking again. When she didn’t feel Nyx beside her, she let out a frustrated growl. Opening one bleary eye, she found a sticky note on her phone.
Morning baby,
Hangover pill beside your phone. Please take it.
Bruce’s kids are staying over for a few days. They came in last night.
If I’m not asleep next to you, I’m probably passed out in the hall.
I turned off your alarm; it’s a weekend, and I told Kamala you’re taking the day off.
I made risotto, it’s in the fridge. Thirty seconds in the microwave.
PS. I love you. Let the twins sleep in. We’ll have a lazy day.
Wanda smiled as she took the pill, washing it down with fresh water. She winced as she turned the light on, stumbling to the bathroom. Once she freshened up enough and her head didn’t feel like it was being shredded to pieces, she went to check in on the kids, frowning when she couldn’t find either of them. She made her way to the main hall, where she found them. All of them.
Nyx was asleep on the floor; on top of her were Billy, Tommy, and Tim. Jason was sleeping on her legs while Dick was in her arms. All of them were covered by the blanket, except for her wife’s feet, which were sticking out, socks still on.
A quick picture, sent to multiple groups, later. Wanda made her way to the open kitchen that overlooked the hall. Nyx had designed it specifically so there was no real separation between the hall and the kitchen. She turned on the coffee machine as she put the risotto in the microwave. Wanda snorted when she saw the sticky note on the risotto.
Add milk or else it’ll become dry <3
The Sokovian watched her wife and the pile of kids on top of her as she sipped her coffee, eating breakfast. Her phone buzzed, making her frown.
Open the door. -Steve Trevor
Wanda walked to the door and opened it, snickering when she saw a dozen or so sleepy adults, all holding pillows and blankets.
“Move,” Steve grumbled, pushing past an amused Wanda as he flopped onto the sofa, pulling his blanket over him.
Wanda quickly made her way to Nyx’s other side, getting under the blanket as everyone found whatever place they could. She snickered at the confusion Nyx was going to have when she woke up. Whilst asleep, Nyx wrapped her arm around Wanda, pulling her closer, Tommy nuzzling into the Sokovian.
With all the warmth around her, Wanda couldn’t help but let her eyes drift asleep.
…
The sound of the bell ringing woke Wanda and Nyx up, the Sokovian grumbling. She opened her eyes to find a very wide-eyed, confused Nyx.
“Why is the entire building in our living room?” Nyx whispered.
Wanda smiled, kissing her wife’s cheek. The bell rang again, making multiple people groan.
“Will someone answer the fucking door?” Mel grumbled into her pillow, her body horizontally pressing against Wanda and Nyx’s head.
Jon, half asleep, opened the door to reveal a rather angry-looking Gamora.
“Why is-“ She paused, eyes widening when she saw everyone in different states of sleep. “That’s why nobody is answering their phones,” she grumbled.
“Lazy day,” Jon grumbled, going back to his spot as he snatched the pillow from a half-asleep Orion.
Gamora rolled her eyes, turning around and shutting the door. Nyx tried to get up, but Mel pressed her head back down.
“Go the fuck back to sleep,” Mel grumbled from her pillow.
“Can you breathe through that?” Nyx asked, watching as Mel was completely smothered by her pillow.
“Shut up. Sleep.” Mel mumbled, resuming her snoring.
“I agree,” Wanda said with a yawn, “Go back to sleep.”
Nyx nodded, yawning. She pecked her wife’s lips and pulled the redhead closer, eyes drifting closed. Wanda followed her wife shortly after.
…
The third time the bell rang, Wanda was already awake. Unlike most of Astraeus, she actually had a normal job and a normal sleep routine. Hopping and skipping over the sleeping bodies, Wanda opened the door. She smiled when she found Alfred.
“Terribly sorry I didn’t call,” He said. “May I come in?”
Wanda nodded, smiling. “You don’t have to call, Alfred. You can just come in. The kids are asleep.”
Alfred nodded, entering, eyebrows raising in amusement as he saw the sleeping masses.
“We’re taking a lazy day today.” Wanda clarified, “And most of these bozos don’t wake up till four pm anyway.”
Alfred looked around the sleeping people until his eyes softened when they landed on the kids, fast asleep on and around Nyx. The brunette was reading a book while lying down, using Mel’s legs as a pillow. She waved at Alfred, smiling warmly.
“Nyx told me you were sick?” Wanda asked.
Alfred nodded, “I still am.”
Wanda shook her head, “Nuh uh. You’re resting, too.”
Alfred tried to protest, but Wanda gave him The Look. Making the older man sigh.
“Alright, Mrs Maximoff-Rogers.” Alfred said, “I shall comply, but I hope you don’t expect me to sleep on the floor,” he said dryly.
Wanda giggled, “We’ve got spare bedrooms. I’ll have someone bring your stuff. All of you are staying until you feel better, understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Alfred said, smiling.
The rest of the group was woken up when Billy woke up, looking around and excitedly yelling ‘Slumba paty’.
Now, everybody sat and spoke while Nyx was in the kitchen. Steve was kicked out when he tried to munch on the chocolate chips.
“I’m making pancakes, and nobody is going to complain,” Nyx called out. “You hear me?”
The sounds of grumbled acceptance made the brunette smile.
“Where’s my sous chef?” Nyx asked.
“I’m here!” Wanda called out from the other side of the hall.
She made her way to the kitchen, smiling as she saw Nyx in her standard apron. A black, custom-fitted apron. On it were hers, Billy’s, and Tommy’s handprints all over. What started as Wanda forgetting she had flour on her hands as she slapped her wife’s ass turned into a fun family project. Now, all of Nyx’s aprons had their handprints.
Jason, Dick, and Tim walked into the kitchen quietly.
“I’m sorry…” Jason said quietly, “About last night…”
Nyx smiled, bending down. She gently kissed the boy’s forehead.
“You’re okay, honey,” the brunette said affectionately.
“We disturbed your night,” Dick insisted. “You should reprimand us. Give us some sort of punishment.”
Nyx raised an eyebrow, “Oh, really?”
The three boys nodded simultaneously.
“Very well.” Nyx said dramatically, “Go to Wanda, she’ll give you your punishment. My love, you know what to do.”
Wanda smiled warmly at the boys who walked to her. She took out three aprons and tossed them at all three. They looked at it, visibly confused.
“Well,” Wanda urged, “Go on, wear it.”
The three quietly wore the aprons, some of the adults looking at them from the hall and smiling.
“Alright, you three,” Nyx said sternly, “Here’s what’s going to happen. Are you listening?”
Tim looked scared, while Jason and Dick glanced at each other nervously before nodding.
“Dick,” Nyx said sternly, “You’re on batter duty, Jason; you’re helping Dick. Tim, you’re on sauce with Wanda.”
Dick frowned, “Thats… Those aren’t punishments…”
Nyx raised an eyebrow, “Who said I was punishing any of you?” she asked gently.
Jason’s lower lip wobbled, “But… we messed up. We got other people hurt.”
Nyx knelt beside the three, pulling them into a hug.
“You three seem to be punishing yourself far more than I ever could,” Nyx said, smiling. “You blame yourself for others getting hurt, right?”
Dick nodded, teary-eyed.
“Well,” Nyx continued, “Since we can’t unhurt people. We do the next best thing. We feed them. Your actions came from a place of love. Cooking is one of the purest expressions of love. Show me your love, you hear me?”
Jason sniffled, nodding when Nyx gently wiped his tears with her thumb.
“Alright,” Nyx clapped. “Let’s begin.”
The five of them got into the rhythm of cooking. Nyx helped Dick and Jason measure the ingredients for an absurd amount of pancake batter. Wanda had Tim sit beside her and hand her the fruits, pour the sugar and other ingredients.
“Hmm,” Steve said, walking in, “Smells good.”
“Dick,” Nyx called out.
“Out!” Dick said, waving his spatula around. “You’re banned from the kitchen.”
“Oh come on,” Steve protested. “I’m a large man, I get hungry.”
Dick paused, turning to Nyx, who was making soup for Alfred.
Nyx sighed, nodding.
Immediately, Dick opened the fridge and handed Steve fresh-cut fruits. The bearded man looked at Nyx in betrayal.
“You had these the whole time?” Steve asked, enraged.
Nyx glared at Steve, “Steve Rockwell Trevor. Dick cut those fruits for you just moments ago. You’d better not have forgotten your manners.”
Steve blinked, turning to Dick, who smiled in confirmation.
“Thank you, Dick,” Steve said, ruffling the boy’s hair. “It means a lot that you made this for me.”
He ate a few bites, humming. “This is delicious, thank you.”
Dick blinked as he nodded, walking back to Nyx.
“How did that feel?” Nyx asked gently, focused on the soup.
“…Nice..” Dick admitted, “I felt all warm inside.”
Nyx smiled, “Now you see?”
Dick nodded, “Thank you…” he whispered.
Nyx bent, kissing his head before going back to making soup.
“Now get your butt back to work,” she said playfully.
Dick giggled, saluting.
“Hey, Midnight.” Mel called out, “I’m playing music from your phone. What’s your password?”
“Wanda’s birthday,” Nyx called out, grimacing at the multiple groans coming from the hall.
“That’s gross.” Dick said teasingly, “Even for you.”
Wanda laughed, “You tell her, Grayson.”
“Alright, prep done?” Nyx called out, nodding at the chorus of ‘yes’s.
“I’m going to start making pancakes,” Nyx announced, “Take a look at the toppings and decide for yourself. Dick, help Wanda give Alfred his food. If he doesn’t accept, use force.” She said seriously.
Dick laughed, “Will do.”
Music suddenly echoed throughout the house, making Nyx flinch.
“Sorry, sorry,” Mel said sheepishly, lowering the volume.
She changed the song to Devil in Disguise, the volume lower.
“Nice choice,” Nyx hummed, pouring batter onto the pan.
Everyone bobbed their head to the song, humming along. Wanda returned, giggling at Dick, who looked far too smug. Wanda walked to Mel, whispering in her ear. Mel raised an eyebrow, nodding. She changed the music a few moments later to ‘We become we’, eyes on Nyx. The brunette glanced up the moment the music changed, smirking.
“You sure, Witchy?” Nyx asked, grinning.
“You’re on, Midnight.” Wanda retorted.
‘Can we become we. No longer known as just you and me. Two separate lives, now in unity. Stuck here together. But will this always be just an arrangement? ’ Nyx sang, smiling at her wife.
Wanda had walked to her wife in the meantime.
‘Can we become more,’ Wanda sang, holding her wife’s waist as they swayed. ‘Than half of a union we’re chosen for. Where I am your best half-’
‘-And I am yours. Stuck here forever.’
‘And hopefully not ending in estrangement.’ They sang as they danced, Medea shooing them as she took over.
“Since when can you sing?” Steve demanded.
“Shut up, Steve. I’m having a moment with my wife.” Nyx yelled from the kitchen.
Wanda giggled, “You dance well, Mrs Maximoff-Rogers,” she teased.
“Well, I had a good teacher,” Nyx said smugly. “You’d be surprised how convincing Nat can be.”
Wanda scoffed, laughing as Nyx swung her. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Orion recording them. Of course. Just what they needed, more publicity.
“We’re going to go viral again,” Wanda mumbled.
Nyx continued dancing, guiding her to the kitchen, where she grabbed a fresh wooden spatula and threw it at Orion.
“OW!” the man shrieked, “How did you aim that, you psycho ninja?”
When the song ended, they stepped back. Nyx frowned at the people around them on their phones.
“Are you two done being gay?” Mel asked, disgustedly.
Nyx laughed, walking back to Medea, who looked equally unamused.
“Thank you,” she said, pouring more batter. “Pancakes are ready!”
There were grumbles and sounds of people standing up.
“Kiddos first,” Wanda said pointedly, looking at Steve with raised eyebrows. “Come on, man.”
Steve grumbled, walking to the back of the line, as did a lot of the adults. Billy and Tommy were already chomping messily from the plate Nyx had taken for them.
Wanda stood beside Nyx, looking up at the woman. The sheer serenity on the brunette’s face, the sound of her kids chattering, and her family mumbling. She knew. For the rest of her life, this is what she would fight for. What she had been fighting for all these years without knowing. She leaned against her wife, who looked down at the Sokovian.
“You okay?” Nyx asked, kissing her forehead.
Wanda hummed, “Do that again,” she said, eyes closed, smiling.
She heard Nyx chuckle, then the warmth of her wife’s soft, warm lips on hers.
“I love you so much,” Wanda mumbled against Nyx’s lips.
She felt Nyx smile against her lips. When Wanda leaned back, she saw her wife look at her adoringly.
“I love you too, Wanda.” Nyx said, “So much.”
Overwhelmed with her emotions, Wanda resorted to hugging her wife, inhaling deeply.
“You make me so.. happy.” Wanda hummed.
She felt Nyx pause against her, frowning when the brunette pulled back.
“Say that again,” Nyx whispered, looking at her wife.
Wanda frowned, “You make me happy?”
Nyx’s eyes were shining when she whispered, “Really?”
Wanda’s features melted into a gentle smile, nodding.
Chapter summary: A stressful call from daycare reveals the world of a normal parent that Wanda hadn't experienced before. The Maximoff-Rogers family prepares and attends the daycare's sports day. Wanda meets some less-than-charming people. Revealing her competitive side.
Warnings: Transphobia, misogyny, the lighter stuff.
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A/N: Chapter too long so I'm splitting it.
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It must have been 11 AM when Wanda was rudely awaken by a soft two and a half year old body climbing onto her on her day off.
“Wake up, mama” Billy yelled, right next to the Sokovian’s ear.
Wanda groaned, lifting the boy by his overalls and plopping him onto the floor, making him giggle.
The breath was pushed out of the Sokovian’s lungs when her other son jumped on top of her, making her yelp. The two gremlins screamed and ran from her, straight to Nyx, who was grinning as she prepared lunch.
“I will get you, you little munchkin”, Wanda threatened, chasing her kids.
They laughed in delight and ran to Nyx, who took out a wooden spoon and wielded it as a sword.
“Half, Mrs Witch.” Nyx said dramatically, making her kids giggle, “Why are you attacking the princes of the kingdom?”
Wanda giggled, getting into character.
“They dared to wake me from my slumber,” She said with an exaggerated cackle, “Now they must pay” she yelled, launching at the kids and picking them up, smothering them with kisses.
Billy and Tommy squealed as they avoided their mother’s brutal attack. Wanda was mindful of her son’s injured knee, but the boy apparently didn’t care. Too busy avoiding the tickle and kissy attack.
“Morning, beautiful,” Nyx said softly as she leaned in to kiss her wife.
“Morning yourself,” Wanda said with a smile, kissing her again.
The Sokovian giggled when Billy and Tommy, who must have felt left out, began shoving their faces into the kiss, trying to get some for themselves as they kissed any available surface.
Since Nyx had woken up earlier to prepare breakfast and get the kids ready, Wanda showered and changed in record time. She took Billy and Tommy down to Charon to meet the Summers family, who were to arrive any minute now.
She was chatting with Gamora and her sister Nebula, who had recently joined their team. Billy and Tommy were playing with kinetic sand in the play pit that was in the corner of the lobby, and Nebula was just informing Wanda of their dad’s latest exploits when the family entered.
“Hello Scotty,” Wanda said, crouching down. “My name is Wanda, I’m Billy and Tommy’s mom.”
Scott frowned, “I thought Mrs Nyx was the mom. How can they have two moms?”
Wanda smiled, “With a lot of love and some luck. Would you like to meet Billy and Tommy?”
Charlotte cleared her throat, making Scott look at her a little nervously.
“I’m sorry, Mrs Wanda, the boy said nervously.
“You’re okay, darling,” Wanda reassured him.. “Besides, I’m not the one you need to apologise to, do you?”
Scott gave a guilty nod, looking a little panicked when Wanda summoned her boys. Tommy ran to them, Billy making his way there slowly.
“Hi Scotty,” Tommy said carefully.
He looked at his mom, who nodded. Tommy raises his hand to shake. When Scott was asked to shake it by Charlotte, Tommy spoke.
“M sorry, Scotty.” Tommy said, making sure he looked at Scott in the eye, “Hurt you. No more. Promise.”
“Now, Scotty,” Wanda said gently. “You can tell Tommy you don’t forgive him, you can tell him what he can do to forgive you.”
Charlotte raised her eyebrows, impressed.
Scott frowned, “Like what?”
“Choco?” Tommy suggested.
“That’s a good one, Tommy.” Wanda said, “Tommy’s saying he’s willing to give you the sweets that he gets for the day.”
Scott’s eyes widened, and he looked at his mom, who nodded encouragingly.
“Yes, please,” Scott said with a smile.
Billy, who was now standing beside Wanda, walked forward. Scott’s smile disappeared as he looked at Billy’s bandage. Scot mimicked Pietro’s earlier behaviour to shake Billy’s hand, the boy shaking it immediately.
“I’m sorry, Billy.” Scott said, “What can I do?”
Billy shook his head, “Sok’. I fgive.”
While shaking Scott’s hand, he turned to Wanda, “Mama, play?”
Wanda nodded, smiling. “How about you show Scotty the playground?”
“That’s a great idea,” Charlotte nodded, nudging her husband. “Righ, Rue?”
Reuben nodded, with a soft smile. “Go ahead, bud. Have fun.”
The kids ran back to the sandpit, well, Tommy ran. Scott walked with Billy, talking to the boy.
“That was impressive,” Charlotte said, standing beside Wanda. “How did you teach them that?”
Wanda chuckled, watching the kids. “Observational play, insentivising, and using toddler justice.”
Reuben frowned, “What?”
Wanda shrugged, “It’s something my wife came up with after doing nine months’ worth of research in the first month of my pregnancy.”
“So Nyx came up with them?” Charlotte asked, amazed. “Where is she, anyway?”
“Preparing lunch.” Wanda said, “And if my suspicion is correct, she’s preparing the food for today’s sports day.”
Charlotte laughed, “She did volunteer for it.”
Wanda sighed, “Of course she did. Come on, I’ll show you around. Billy, Tommy, Scotty. Come, we’re doing a house tour.”
Wanda spoke to Charlotte and Reuben, telling them about the different floors as the elevator stopped on Phlegathon, the nightclub/ restaurant. Since the club was closed during the day, the place was empty, except for a few Astraeus members who were cleaning up.
“SIRSEE” Tommy screeched.
“GREMLIN!” Circe yelled with equal enthusiasm, crouching down and opening her arms.
The boy launched himself onto Circe, who toppled backwards with a laugh. She picked him up and walked to Billy and Scotty.
“And who’s this?” Circe asked, crouching down.
“Scott Summers.” He introduced, attempting to shake Circe’s hand.
“Oh yes, I’ve heard of you,” Circe said, amused. “You’re their new friend, right?”
Scott beamed, nodding.
“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Scott.” Circe said playfully. “I take it you’re going to meet Nyx?”
Billy nodded, “Where’s Maa?”
“In the kitchen,” Circe said, walking to the parents.
“I’m Circe,” she said with a smile, looking at Charlotte.
“Charlotte.” The woman introduced herself warmly.
Reuben took a step forward, “I’m-“
“Reuben.” Circe cut in flatly, “Yes, I’ve heard about you.”
“Good things, I hope.” He joked.
“No.” Circe said, staring at the man, “Definitely not.”
Reuben frowned, “Do we have a problem here?”
“We will if you don’t watch what you say about Nyx,” Circe said icily.
“Aand I think that’s a good time to go to the kitchen,” Wanda cut in.
“Right,” Circe said, glaring at Reuben. “Enjoy.”
She turned to Charlotte to give her a warm smile before walking away.
“What was that about?” Reuben demanded.
Wanda sighed, “Astraeus is… protective of Nyx, to say the least.”
“Well, I think you deserved that,” Charlotte said decidedly.
“Char-“ Reuben protested.
“You were showing us the kitchen, Wanda?” Charlotte said, ignoring her husband.
Wanda nodded, holding back a smile. She watched as the three kids burst into the kitchen, running to the place Wanda had labelled as ‘the toddler observation deck’.
The toddler observation deck was essentially an elevated platform in the centre front of the Phlegathon’s kitchen. It was a queen-sized bed on the platform that came up to Wanda’s waist. Red tape on the floor, four feet from the platform, informed the kitchen that nobody with food or utensils should cross, even to walk across the room.
It wasn’t very full at the moment. Nyx clearly brought whatever she was cooking from their apartment down to the Phlegathon kitchen. A professional industrial kitchen that Jason, the head chef, usually oversaw. At the moment, Jason, Orion, Medea, and their new sous-chef, Aurelia, were all taking orders from Nyx.
“Is the Brûlée ready?” Nyx called out.
“Yes, chef,” Aurelia replied.
Her short blue hair stood out from the rest of the kitchen. But what surprised Wanda the most was that Nyx was wearing… colour..
“You can just call me Nyx,” the brunette snorted.
“Okay, chef.” Aurelia retorted playfully.
“Orion, how’s the rajma coming?” Nyx asked as she cut vegetables.
“The what?” He frowned.
“Kidney bean gravy. The one you’re making.” Aurelia called out.
“Oh, yeah, good, I think.” He said, rather unsure.
Jason quickly walked to the younger man and tasted it.
“More salt.” He said before heading back.
Orion grumbled, carefully measuring the salt before mixing it in.
Wanda guided Charlotte and Reuben to the toddler observation deck, where they sat beside their kids.
The Sokovian inhaled deeply before laughing in delight.
“Are you making chicken Paprikash?” Wanda called out.
Nyx looked up and grinned, hands still stirring the large pot.
It was another fifteen minutes before the kitchen calmed down. Orion walked to them, nodding to the guests before flopping onto the bed. He got two seconds of peace before Tommy and Billy jumped on him and began talking to him. Scott, who looked a little unsure at first, warmed up to the man and sat on him, too.
“Why’s your hair so spongy?” Scott asked, patting Orion’s hair. “Sponge sponge. Sponge sponge,” he mimicked.
His parents looked horrified, but Orion just laughed. “I tried to grow it out. Clearly, it didn’t work as well.”
“I keep on telling you to get a fade,” Wanda said, leaning against the man’s legs.
Orion snorted, “And look like every other guy? No thanks. I value authenticity.”
“What do you think?” Orion asked Reuben. “Afro or fade like Ms Redhead here clearly wants.”
“That’s Mrs Redhead, to you,” Wanda said playfully.
“I.. uh.. whatever you like best?” Reuben said placatingly.
“What about a high taper fade?” Charlotte suggested.
Orion grinned, “Alright, Mrs Summers, comin’ in with a save. I like your style.”
Charlotte blushed, giggling.
“How do you know who she is?” Reuben asked incredulously.
“Everyone in this building knows everybody’s business.” Orion said smugly, “That would explain why Circe was so upset with you.”
“Okay, how’d you hear that?” Wanda asked, amused.
“I may have been listening in,” Orion said sheepishly, laughing when Tommy fell on his face. “You little munchkin, I will eat you,” he yelled playfully.
Tommy shrieked in delight as he squirmed off Orion.
“Mama! Help.” Tommy yelled, giggling.
“Billy, you ready?” Wanda asked.
Billy nodded, whispering to Scott about the plan.
“Ready for what?” Orion asked, moments before Wanda, Billy, and Scott pounced on him.
The man shrieked as the group began tickling him, his grip slipped, and Tommy fell on his face, laughing. Wanda picked her silver-haired son up, lest the man suffocate.
“Now what is all this ruckus?” Nyx said, mock-sternly, as she walked to the platform.
“MAA!” Billy screamed, leaping off the platform.
Wanda heard Charlotte gasp. Nyx was still too far away to catch Billy. But as expected, Nyx practically teleported to catch her son, who giggled and climbed on her, injury all but forgotten. Tommy followed his brother, jumping and yelling in delight as his mom caught him easily.
“Hi Scotty,” Nyx said warmly.
“Hi, Mrs Nyx.” He greeted, “How’s business?” he asked seriously, making the adults around him giggle.
Nyx let out an exaggerated sigh, lying on Orion, who let out a muffled sound of protest.
“Soooo tiring,” she said, making the boy giggle. “Did you make up with Billy and Tommy?”
Scott nodded enthusiastically, “We’re friends now.” He said excitedly.
Nyx grinned, “I’m glad to hear that, hon.”
She shifted her gaze to Scott’s parents.
“Hey, Char,” She said, smiling. “Hi, Reuben.”
“The food smells, amazing” Charlotte said genuinely, “I can’t wait to have some.”
Nyx laughed, “I’m glad, we’re gonna be eating in the bunker.”
“The what?” Reuben asked, frowning. “Did you say ‘bunker’?”
Nyx nodded, standing up. She giggled at the sight of Orion pretending to be dead.
“It’s just what we call the common area,” Nyx said, picking her boys back up.
“Why?” Reuben asked, genuinely curious.
Orion was the one who answered, “‘Cause we needed a safe space to protect us from the pedo-“
Wanda covered his mouth. “It’s tradition.” Wanda simplified, for the children’s sake.
“Sorry,” Orion said quietly, “I forgot.”
“It’s okay,” Wanda said, pecking his forehead, “Now get your ass up and help carry the food.”
Orion whined, “Can’t I carry the twins instead?”
Wanda raised an eyebrow, glancing at Nyx, who was talking to Medea, Billy and Tommy climbing up and around the brunette like she was a jungle gym. At one point, Tommy’s grip slipped from Nyx’s shoulders, but Nyx caught him by the straps of his overalls mid-conversation. Wanda would deny it, but her wife’s casual athleticism really turned the Sokovian on.
Sighing, Orion got up and grabbed some food.
“Time for the bunker,” Wanda said with a smile.
Reuben picked his son up as the group headed to the elevator.
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“Are you sure we got everything?”
Wanda sighed fondly, “Yes, baby. I triple checked the list. I even put extra sunscreen on the boys.”
“What about yourself?” Nyx asked, carrying an absurd number of bags in both arms.
Wanda frowned, “I don’t need sunscreen?”
Nyx raised her eyebrows. “You think you’re tougher than the sun? The fucking Sun, Wanda? Need I remind you of the lobster you turned into when we went to the beach?”
“You always bring the beach up,” Wanda grumbled, complying as she applied sunscreen to all her exposed skin.
Wanda had tied her hair into a messy bun, exposing her neck due to the heat. Around them, parents and guardians had begun claiming space, spreading picnic blankets and umbrellas. The Sokovian watched people wave to Nyx in greeting. Well, some people. Others seemed to either glare at her wife or ignore her completely.
“This seems like a good spot,” Nyx said, setting some of the bags down. “You set this up while I go set the food up?”
Wanda nodded, watching her wife carry the bag. Her green agate ring glinted in the sun, her muscles on display. Nyx was wearing a white sundress, similar to the black one she had worn the day before. This one had vines that were etched into the fabric; they were the same pattern as Nyx’s tattoos. So much so that it almost seemed like the pattern was bleeding onto Nyx.
Nyx began setting up the food, speaking to a couple of parents who were in charge of the catering. A few people had brought some salads or sandwiches. Wanda watched smugly as Nyx began putting out a variety of food, including a cooler full of frozen orange slices and multiple lemonade dispensers. She snickered as she noticed a few moms look at her wife enviously; Nyx, oblivious to it, as usual.
Once Wanda finished setting up, she glanced at the field, where the kids were with teachers and staff.
“You must be Wanda.” Came a voice.
Wanda squinted, looking up at whoever was standing. She stood up and got a better look at the person.
“I’m Bea, Stacy’s mom,” she said.
Wanda took Bea in; her buzz cut and boots, along with the overalls she wore, definitely gave military mom vibes.
“Wanda,” the Sokovian said, shaking the woman’s hand.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Wanda.” Bea said, her tone noticeably hostile, “We began to think Nyx made you up?”
Wanda immediately didn’t like the woman. “Who’s we?” the redhead asked.
“Oh, just me and the rest of the moms’ association,” Bea answered casually.
“Of course,” Wanda said sarcastically.
“We just wanted to let you know that the kids would probably respond better if you were the one to come pick Billy and Tommy up,” Bea said, glancing at Nyx. “Your wife can be a… negative influence.”
“Excuse me?” Wanda asked lowly, “What do you mean by negative influence?”
“Oh, come on, Wanda.” Bea said with exaggerated patience, “We all know about Nyx’s violent tendencies.”
“Besides,” she added, “Your wife doesn’t exactly come off as the paragon of maternity.”
Wanda was about two seconds from smacking the absolute dog shit out of this woman, but Nyx’s arrival probably saved Bea’s life.
“Okay, so. I may have overprepared.” Nyx said, entering, sighing as she opened the picnic basket to get a bottle of water. “I know you said it was too much lemonade, but hey, better to have more than less, right?”
Nyx noticed her wife glaring at Bea, the brunette turned to face the other woman.
“Oh, hey Bea,” Nyx said casually, “How’s Stacy?”
“She’s fine,” Bea said, her smile practically a sneer. “How are the twins? I heard Tommy had a bit of an episode yesterday?”
Nyx’s smile faded, “Episode? You mean with Scotty? Yeah, we sorted that out.”
“You really should teach your children not to get violent, Nyx,” Bea said condescendingly. “Not everyone wants to grow up to fight others for a living.”
Wanda’s nostrils flared, but Nyx laughed.
“I’m sorry, Bea.” Nyx said, grinning, “Can you remind me what your husband does?”
“He’s a hero.” Bea sneered. “He’s in the army.”
“Ah,” Nyx said, smirking. “Right, thanks.”
“You think you’re like him?” Bea said, getting riled up. “You’re nothing like him.”
Wanda watched a few adults look at Bea, sighing. Clearly, this wasn’t a new sight.
“Oh, absolutely not,” Nyx said, raising her hands. “Anyway, if you’re alright with it, I’d like to spend the day watching my children and sitting with my wife.”
“Sure,” Bea said with a sweet smile.
As she walked by, Wanda heard Bea mumble to herself, “You better only be watching your children.”
Wanda’s control snapped; she grabbed Bea’s arm tightly.
“What did you just say?” She asked loudly.
“Wanda,” Nyx said softly, “It’s okay.”
“No,” Wanda said loudly, glaring at the alarmed woman. “I’d like to know why Bea just accused my wife of being a predator.”
That caught the attention of other parents. Charlotte and a few others walked towards the scene.
“Let go of me, you psycho.” Bea snapped, snatching her hand back. “I did no such thing.”
Charlotte frowned, and a man sighed.
“I didn’t.” Bea insisted, “She’s making things up.”
Wanda watched Bea physically relax when a few other moms walked to her side, overly concerned about her arm.
“Seems like violence runs in the family,” Bea muttered.
“That is outrageous.” Charlotte exclaimed, “I just spent the day at their place with my family, and I can tell you, they’re far better than you give them credit for, Bea.”
“How about we all just sit down,” Nyx tried.
“Oh shut up, Nyx.” Bea snapped. “I’m sick of this holier-than-thou attitude of yours. We all know what you do behind closed doors.”
“And what is that?” Wanda demanded, “What do you think she does, you egregious little pissant?”
Slap
There was a gasp from Charlotte. Wanda stood stunned. Bea had tried to slap Wanda, but Nyx had stood in front of her, taking the hit instead.
Bea blinked, stepping back.
“I..” she tried.
“If you’re all done,” Nyx said, disappointed, “I’d like to sit down and enjoy the day with my wife. Let’s focus on what today is actually about, Bea. The kids. Please, leave.”
“I’m going to kill her.” Wanda decides, “I’m actually going to kill her.”
Bea had begun sobbing when asked to leave, her friends consoling her and glaring at Nyx. A few adults asked if Nyx was okay. She nodded and smiled, but Wanda knew. Her wife was hurt, not physically, but emotionally.
“That won’t change anything, Wanda.” Nyx said tiredly, “It’ll just prove her right.”
“Is that why you put your face there?” Wanda demanded, “You could have broken her hand before the woman even realised what was going on.”
“And get arrested, or worse, have the kids see?” Nyx asked, lying on her wife’s lap.
There were a few more minutes before the races started, music was playing, and the kids were dancing.
“How can you just… let it happen?” Wanda asked angrily.
Nyx shrugged, “You get used to it. I’ve been dealing with this since.. well, since middle school.”
Wanda frowned, “That’s different. This is different.”
Nyx chuckled humourlessly, “Is it? Do you know what people said about me, Wanda? The rumours in college? These are just.. the parent versions of those.”
“So what?” Wanda asked, frustrated. “We spend the rest of our lives ignoring bitches like Bea?”
Nyx smiled, “Well, I got you to change your mind. The queen bitch.”
Wanda looked at her wife, affronted. “Did you just…”
“Hey,” Nyx said, smiling. “Bea is just doing the same thing you did.”
“I never thought you were a predator, Nyx,” Wanda said firmly.
“No,” Nyx agreed, “But you did think I was dangerous, violent. It’s the same rhetoric. Just a different context.”
Wanda sighed frustratedly, caressing her wife’s hair.
“I don’t think I can be okay with this like you are,” Wanda said miserably.
Nyx kissed her wife’s palm, “You don’t have to be. You’re allowed to freak out and get upset. I only ask you to do it away from the kids.”
Wanda grumbled, making the brunette giggle.
“She’s right.” Wanda said grumpily, “You do have a holier-than-thou attitude.”
Nyx laughed, “No, baby. I just love our kids more than I hate Bea.”
The sound of the gunshot made Nyx flinch, and the woman quickly adjusted her earbuds.
Wanda focused on the first race. Some sort of treasure hunt/ obstacle course variation. Each kid ran to a staff member who waited for them, gave them one item they had to get. The kids ran around trying to procure the item. Wanda watched with pride as Tommy outran every other kid, reaching the teachers first. The man who was whispering must have given Tommy a rather difficult word because the poor boy looked confused. When he explained it to the boy, recognition filled his face as he nodded.
He ran to the parents, as did several other children.
“MAA” he screamed, Nyx sitting up in alarm.
“Maaa”, He yelled as he ran to his moms, making other parents chuckle.
He grabbed Nyx’s hand, “Come,” he said insistently.
“Go, shoo,” Wanda said playfully, urging her wife to go.
A very confused Nyx walked as Tommy ran at full speed. He dragged her to the apple tree in the field and spoke to her rapidly. Nyx nodded, picking him up. Like a gymnast, he stood on his mom’s outstretched hand as he picked up a worm that looked like a… caterpillar?
He jumped off, not even bothering when Nyx lunged to catch him by his pants and set him down. Ignoring his mom, he ran back to the teacher, who was laughing.
Wanda was giggling when Nyx walked back, confused.
“Was that a caterpillar?” she asked, laughing.
Nyx nodded, “He said he needed it. I’m pretty sure his teacher meant the drawing of a caterpillar,” she said, gesturing to where several artworks were.
The staff had sheets of different animals and plants printed out, and most kids went there or to their parents.
Wanda laughed even harder, “It’s because I read him The Hungry Caterpillar last week.”
Nyx smiled, “I still think my books are better.”
Wanda snorted, “They fell asleep in the first five minutes of the Iliad, baby.”
“It’s good character building.” Nyx mumbled, “I was going to read them The Prince, but it’s a little too graphic.”
“Ah, yes,” Wanda said sarcastically, “Political espionage, every child’s favourite bedtime story.”
“MAA”
“MRS NYX”
Nyx groaned into her wife’s legs, parents laughing at her popularity. Billy and Scotty came bounding to the brunette.
“Come,” Billy said in the same tone as his brother.
Wanda laughed as Nyx was dragged by the two enthusiastic toddlers. The teachers were having a field day, on the floor laughing as the kids came to them. Scott aggressively showed Nyx’s skirt to the teacher, who nodded while giggling. Meanwhile, Billy had climbed onto Nyx’s shoulders and was showing the brunette’s ear to the teacher.
Wanda was having the time of her life; she figured Billy got a “butterfly’ and was showing the teacher his mom’s earring, which, technically, was a moth. But apparently it worked because the teacher nodded.
Once both kids were approved, they went back to the group while Nyx walked to her wife, laughing. Wanda watched in admiration as the sun made Nyx’s skin glow, turning it into almost a dark gold. Her wife truly looked like a goddess.
Nyx sat down with a huff, taking a bite of the lemon tart she had made.
“You’re..” Wanda said softly.
Nyx paused, confused. She offered the tart to her wife, who shook her head.
“You’re.. beautiful,” Wanda said, starry-eyed.
Nyx melted, smiling shyly. She finished the tart and grabbed another.
“You’re inhaling those,” Wanda said, amused.
“They’re so good.” Nyx said dramatically, “And for some reason I haven’t been able to stop thinking about them all day.”
Wanda laughed, “Yep. Those are cravings, alright.”
Nyx grumbled, inhaling one piece after the other. They cheered as the race finished. Wanda watched with amusement as Nyx proceeded to get more and more into the events. Hoola hooping? Nyx was hooting for Billy. Track? Wanda had to physically pull Nyx down, the brunette having to do the same for Wanda just a few seconds later.
When the parent races were announced, Wanda felt a twinge of annoyance as Bea confidently walked to the starting line.
“Oh, I’m going to show her,” Wanda grumbled, but her wife caught her hand.
“Hey,” Nyx said gently, “You’re running for Billy and Tommy, okay? Not to beat Bea.”
“I can do both,” Wanda said defensively, kissing her wife’s cheek.
She walked to the starting line, purposefully taking the lane right beside Bea.
“I’m glad you’re the one to run.” Bea said cattily, “Or else the race would have been unfair.”
“How about we make a bed, Bea.” Wanda snapped, “If I beat you in every single event today, you leave my wife the fuck alone.”
Bea laughed condescendingly, “You know I do CrossFit, right?”
Wanda grinned, “Is that a yes?”
“When I win,” Bea said, “You’ll come to pick the twins up instead of your wife.”
“Some of us have work to do,” Wanda said dryly.
“Some of us can manage a work-life balance, Wanda.” Bea retorted.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Wanda said sweetly, “Are you the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company? No? Hm, I didn’t think so.”
Bea glowered, getting into a racing position. Wanda cracked her back and stretched.
“Go, Mama!” Billy yelled, Tommy mimicking him moments later.
“How about I give you a head start?” Wanda suggested, making Bea’s nostrils flare. “To make it fair, I mean.”
The moment the race began, Wanda laughed at Bea’s enthusiasm. Starting to run visibly later. She outpaced everyone nearly instantly. Nyx and the other adults cheered when Wanda reached the finish line, with others still catching up. Bea ignored the smug look from Wanda as she crossed, breathing heavy.
Much to her delight, Wanda outshone every physical race they had. Including the one where she had a spoon in her mouth, holding a lemon. She mentally thanked her wife for training her so rigorously. She also laughed at the thought of how different the bar for physicality at Astraeus was compared to everywhere else. Here, at this random daycare centre, Wanda physically dominated every sport. She’d wager a guess that she’d beat most of the dads, too.
“You’re good,” Charlotte said, gasping for breath. “I’m gonna need to get your trainer’s number after this.
The Sokovian was barely breathing heavy.
“My trainer is right there,” Wanda said, grinning, gesturing towards her wife, who was feeding the twins.
Wanda watched as a couple of parents asked if she’d brought extra. Apparently, all the kids loved her cooking, which was why the association didn’t object to Nyx catering the food.
“Nyx trained you?” Clara asked, impressed. “I mean, I presumed she worked out, given those muscles, but damn. She’s an actual trainer?”
Wanda laughed, getting ready for whatever event was next. “Astraeus has a rather popular gym; all our trainers are either Veterans or specialists.”
“What’s the name of the gym?” Clara asked excitedly, “I have to check it out.”
Wanda noticed smugly that quite a few people were paying attention to the conversation, Bea included.
“It’s called Acheron.” She said.
“The Acheron?” Clara asked incredulously, “The fighter gym?”
Wanda giggled, “It’s a lot more than a fighter gym, but yes. We teach combat and self-defence too. In fact, we teach practically everything, I think CrossFit, too.”
The last one was aimed at Bea, and to Wanda’s satisfaction, it hit. Bea stormed away, Charlotte chuckling at that.
“You really don’t like her, do you?” Charlotte asked, a few of them walking with Wanda.
“She called my wife a predator,” Wanda growled.
“Oh, I’m not defending her.” Charlotte said, laughing, “It’s nice to see someone remind that woman that the world doesn’t revolve around her.”
“Learned that from my wife, too,” Wanda said, grinning.
Clara groaned, “Oh, you two are those hopeless lesbian types.”
Wanda laughed, “Definitely.”
Wanda sat beside Nyx, Tommy immediately sitting on her lap as he animatedly told them about their day. Occasionally, Nyx would hand-feed each of them. At the moment, she was giving them hummus and pita bread.
Wanda paused when they announced the next race. It was an all-parents race.
“Nyx-“ She started
“I head..” Nyx replied, equally confused. “I.. didn’t know that was a thing.”
Wanda laughed, delighted. “This is a good thing,” she reassured her nervous wife.
“Yeah, but..” Nyx said, “I’m wearing a dress” she said.
Wanda giggled, “Baby, I’ve seen you spar with Bucky with both hands tied behind your back.”
The two made their way to the starting line. Wanda noticed how sweaty her wife’s hands were.
“It’s going to be okay, baby.” Wanda said, “Just have fun, okay?”
Nyx nodded, taking deep breaths. “I got this.”
Bea was speaking to someone, presumably her husband. A rather large, burly man with tattoos.
“Nyx,” Bea said smugly, “This is my husband, Johnathan.”
“John’s fine, Ma’am,” he said with a smile, shaking Nyx’s hand.
Wanda watched in delight as Bea’s smirk faded as her husband spoke to Nyx.
“I’ve admired your work for months, ma’am.” He said, delighted.
“My… work?” Nyx asked, confused.
“Astraeus, ma’am.” John explained, “I read the article Lois Lane wrote about you and the work you’ve done.”
Bea gritted her teeth, “John, come on, we have to get in position.”
John nodded, “I hope we get to talk more after this?” he asked Nyx, who simply nodded.
“So it seems that John is a decent human being,” Wanda noted, Nyx nodding wordlessly.
“Alright,” Wanda said mischievously, “Bet time.”
Nyx’s gaze snapped to her wife’s, “Terms?” she asked, amused.
“You come in first place?” Wanda whispered, “You get a treat.”
“Barton’s milkshakes?” Nyx asked, lighting up.
Wanda stared at her wife, bursting out in laughter.
“Sure, detka,” the Sokovian said.
Nyx nodded, cracking her neck. She swung each leg, stretching it. Some of their friend’s giggled at Nyx’s apparent seriousness.
“You’d better leave John in the dust,” Wanda warned.
“Don’t worry, Wanda.” Nyx said, “The milkshakes are on the line.”
Wanda looked at her wife, offended, “My reputation is on the line.”
“If you win,” Nyx said mischievously, “I’ll agree to karaoke night.”
Wanda’s eyes widened, “Oh, you’re so on, Midnight,” she laughed.
The moment they heard the gunshot, Wanda used all her remaining strength to push off, sprinting as fast as she could. She let out a groan of frustration as her wife disappeared in front of her. By the time Wanda reached the halfway point, Nyx was already across the finish line.
“MILKSHAKES LET’S GOOO” She cheered, giggling as the other parents who weren’t participating laughed.
Tommy and Billy, upon hearing their mother’s cry, similarly yelled, “MILKSHAKESSSS”
Wanda reached the finish line, breathing heavy. She noted that only one person had reached before her. Her wife. She laughed as she realised that in order to get her wife to sing at karaoke night, she had forgotten all about beating Bea or anyone else.
Chapter summary: A stressful call from daycare reveals the world of a normal parent that Wanda hadn't experienced before. The Maximoff-Rogers family prepares and attends the daycare's sports day. Wanda meets some less-than-charming people. Revealing her competitive side.
Warnings: Transphobia, misogyny, regular bullshit
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A/N: Chapter too long so I'm splitting it.
X--X--X--X--X
Wanda was twenty minutes into covering Nyx’s shift, and she was already ready to call it a night. Due to Astraeus’s persona and activities, most of the work was done during the night. Unfortunately, Nyx had been complaining of pain in her abdomen yesterday. Wanda realised it intensified today; her poor wife was unable to get out of bed. She’d been a mess, crying and apologising, much to the Sokovian’s confusion. She had been more than happy to take over for her wife.
At the moment, Wanda was standing in the middle of Phlegathon, the nightclub. The pounding bass of the music could be felt in her bones. Some douchebag had bumped into Lily and was threatening her.
“I’m going to need you to back off.” Wanda snarled. “Step back, right now.”
The man gritted his teeth, complying. Wanda turned to Lily, who looked more pissed than anything else, but the Sokovian saw the faint tremor in her hands.
“I’ll sort this out, Lil,” Wanda said, softly enough that only she could hear. “How about you take a little break?”
Lily nodded, giving the man one final glare before walking away.
“Now, sir,” Wanda said, turning to the man who was standing a little too close. “We will reimburse you for the drink.”
“And the shirt?” he demanded, “She spilt that red fucking drink on my white shirt.”
“I can offer you a complimentary meal,” Wanda said dryly.
The man’s nostril flared as he stepped even closer, looking down at Wanda.
“Are you making fun of me?” he growled.
Wanda’s eyes narrowed, “I’m not going to ask again. Step. Back.”
From the corner of her eye, she saw Bucky walk towards her, frowning.
“And if I don’t?” He asked, “You gonna hit me?”
“As tempting as that is,” Wanda said, glaring, “No. You wouldn’t last thirty seconds. Something I’m sure you’re familiar with.” She taunted.
It was juvenile, sure. But Wanda was exhausted and had no patience for overcompensating insecure men.
Just as he lunged at Wanda, she moved out of the way. Compared to her usual fighters, this man was.. well, rather pathetic.
Bucky had been working at Astraeus whenever he wasn’t out being an Avenger. Not because he necessarily had to, but Wanda suspected the man enjoyed being in the company of his friends, and it was an easy job.
Wanda watched as Bucky grabbed the man, who tried to punch him. Unfortunately for the idiot, Bucky blocked with his metal arm. The sound made even Wanda cringe inwardly.
“He’s banned,” Wanda said as her friend dragged the guy away.
With a sigh, she walked to the bar, sitting on one of the stools.
Medea nodded, smirking. “That would explain why there’s not as much blood on the dance floor.”
Wanda snorted, adjusting her blazer. “How’s the shift so far?” she asked, tossing an olive into her mouth.
Medea chuckled, “Well. The past half hour has been… uneventful. Make drinks, watch out for assholes and sociopaths. The usual.”
“Any worth noting?” Wanda asked.
Medea shook her head as she handed Wanda a suspiciously red cocktail.
“What’s this?” She asked, taking a sip.
The Sokovian’s eyes widened, groaning at how good it is. “Holy shit, Em, this is fucking delicious.”
“It better be,” Medea said smugly, “I made it for you.”
Wanda paused, “What do you mean by ‘for me’?” she asked incredulously.
“I’m calling it ‘The Scarlet Witch’ or something along those lines,” the blonde said evilly. “It’s one of our signature drinks.”
Wanda groaned, “Why?” she whined.
Medea laughed, “Cause it’s a theme I thought of. Each of our home fighters gets a drink named after them. If someone wins against one of us in a proper fight, they get a drink named after them.”
Wanda’s brows shot up, “That’s… a really good idea.”
“No need to sound so surprised,” Medea said flatly.
Wanda laughed, “I just meant, because it’s so sparkly and dark red looking, I expected it to be really sweet. But it’s got this citrusy aftertaste that’s just.. damn.”
“Yeah, well, you are pretty fruity.” Medea teased, making Wanda giggle.
“What about.. the Darkhold?” Wanda asked, “Instead of just the Scarlet Witch, which is me. It’s a little weird if people are drinking.. me, you know?”
Medea nodded, taking out a little notepad and flipping to the ingredients of that particular drink.
“Any other changes?” the blonde asked.
Wanda thought for a second before answering, “Maybe add rum? A hint of bitterness might help. Also, these are just my preferences. You’re the connisseur here.”
Medea nodded, “Bitterness is a good idea. How about whiskey instead of rum?”
“Sounds perfect.” Wanda grinned, finishing her drink. “That was fucking amazing, anyway. Imma head to Cocytus for a quick check.”
Medea nodded, “I’ll give you the updated recipe version.”
“Sounds good!” Wanda said, almost yelling to be heard over the music as she walked out.
The atmosphere of Cocytus was almost jarring when the elevator doors opened. Wanda could no longer hear the near-deafening music, but instead just… nothing. She took a right, deciding to first see the spa area instead of the medical one. Jon was sitting at the front desk, brows shooting up when he saw Wanda walk in.
“Sick suit.” He said.
Wanda avoided sighing. She had sort of gotten off on the wrong foot with the man, meeting him first when she was pregnant, and Hydra had come to kill them. In her panic, she saw him as dismissive rather than objective. Regardless, the man’s personality was… tough to love. She did love him. Like him? Not so much.
“Thanks.” Wanda said with a smile, “Anything fun happen?”
Jon sighed, shaking his head. “Not much fun at the spa thing. I was wondering if I should ask Circe to give me a facial if there aren’t many clients.”
Wanda snorted at the thought of the man in a mud mask, but nodded.
“What’s going on with Midnight?” Jon asked, “Heard she was sick?”
Wanda sighed, “I’m not sure,” she admitted. “She’s probably got a stomach bug.”
“Midnight..” He said dryly, “Having a stomach bug.. You sure?”
Wanda stared at him, “She can still get infections, Jon.”
“Yeah, but come on.” He protested, “A stomach bug? The woman who washes her rice four times.”
“Hey, she cleans it thoroughly.” Wanda defended.
“Exactly.” Jon insisted, “Food is like her domain. She doesn’t even eat outside food. Makes it all herself, how could sheget a stomach bug?”
“It’s still possible..” Wanda said, but even as she spoke, she had to admit the man had a point.
Besides, Wanda already suspected what was going on with Nyx; she just needed a little more time to confirm it. Bruce would send her the reports any day now. The buzzing of her phone brought Wanda out of her thoughts.
“Hey, Quill, What’s up?” Wanda asked.
‘Hey, Wanda, I heard you’re covering for Nyx tonight.’
Wanda frowned, the man sounded slightly.. nervous.
“I am..” she said slowly, “Why?”
‘Well, there’s a man here who said his son is the owner.. but I’ve never heard of * before. Have you?’
Wanda felt her blood freeze, “Call Gamora and Drax. Don’t let him in. I’m coming now.”
Jon frowned, “Everything okay?”
Wanda shook her head, her heart pounding. “Nyx’s dad is here.”
X—X—X—X—X
Wanda entered the lobby to chaos. She expected Nyx’s father to be detained. Instead, she found Steve Trevor yelling profanities at him while being physically held back by a very confused Peter and Drax.
“Steve,” Wanda called out.
The man turned his glare to her, though not his anger. “Why is he not dead yet?”
“Because, despite what you or I may think of him,” She said distastefully, “He is still Nyx’s father.”
Peter frowned, “Nyx’s dad? I thought he was ’s dad?”
Steve lunged, pinning Peter to the wall. “You don’t use that name.” Steve snarled, “You never use that name.”
Peter looked terrified and confused.
“Steve,” Wanda said gently, putting a hand on the man’s arm. “He doesn’t know. Let him go.”
Steve dropped Peter immediately, “I.. I’m sorry, Pete.” Steve said genuinely, taking a deep breath. “It’s just… That used to be what Nyx was called. That… thing.” Steve gestured towards the man, “Is her biological parent.”
“Her dad?” Drax asked.
Steve clenched his jaw, shaking his head. “That is not what a father is supposed to be.”
“I’m going to talk to him, can I count on you to keep your head?” Wanda asked gently, making sure only Steve could hear.
“Doesn’t he piss you off?” Steve asked, frustrated.
“Oh, I am beyond pissed off, Steve.” She answered coldly. “But the fact of the matter is, I cannot get rid of him just cause I want to. But I’m going to need you to be level-headed while we deal with him.”
Steve sighed, “Yes. Of course, yeah. I got you.”
“Thank you,” Wanda said gently.
The two of them walked to where the man was sitting.
“Oh, look,” he said. “It’s the wife.”
“My name is Wanda.” The Sokovian said coldly.
“Yeah, Uh-huh. How’s your husband?”
“I don’t have one.” Wanda said with a wave of her hand, “What do you want?”
“I want to meet my son.” He said, standing up, stepping up to Wanda.
Before he could get closer, Steve put a hand on the man’s chest.
“That’s close enough.” The blonde man gritted out.
“Watch the shirt.” He warned. “It’s linen.”
“You know what,” Wanda mused, “I’m going to call you Apeph.”
Apeph looked at her in confusion, “That’s not my name.”
“Oh no.” Wanda said flatly, “What a shame. I wonder how that feels. What do you want, Apeph?”
“One.” Apeph snarled, “Don’t call me that weird shit. Second. I want to meet my son and grandchildren.”
The sound of Wanda’s jaw clamping shut.
“Listen here,” Wanda seethed. “You are not setting foot in our home. You will never meet my children. And if I have it my way, you will spend the rest of your miserable life away from my wife, too.”
“I’ll teach you a lesson in respect soon enough,” Apep growled. “And I am going to see my grandchildren. They’re still proper boys, right? None of that sissy shit that * pulls”
“Papa?”
Wanda felt goosebumps rise as her head snapped around to watch a confused and tired Nyx carry Billy and Tommy in her arms. The brunette stood frozen, her eyes on her father.
“Nyx, go back upstairs,” Steve called out.
“What..” Nyx breathed, “What are you doing here?”
Wanda rushed to her wife and kids. Both of which were fast asleep on the brunette’s arms.
“Baby,” Wanda whispered, “I need you to go upstairs, take the twins with you. Please.”
Nyx turned to look at her wife’s frightened expression.
“Why?” Nyx asked, “What’s going on? Why is he here?”
Wanda sighed, “He wa-“
“I’m here to meet my grandsons” he called out, speaking in their native language.
Nyx inhaled sharply, stepping back instinctively.
“N-no.” She breathed, panic on her features.
“Be a good boy and bring them here,” Apep said with a sickly sweet tone.
“Nyx, draga.” Wanda pleaded. “I need you to trust me to sort this out. Please take our children and go back. I promise I’ll meet you when this is dealt with, okay?”
Nyx nodded, “Don’t.. don’t let him hurt you. Okay?” She said weakly, taking a few steps back.
Wanda nodded, “I won’t.” She swore.
“I love you.” Nyx said in Sokovian.
Wanda let out a little cry-laugh.
“I love you too, baby” Wanda said as the doors closed.
She took a deep breath before turning to Apep. She looked at him apathetically.
“Gamora,” She called out to the head of security. “This man is banned from Astraeus and is to be treated as dangerous and hostile.”
Apep’s brows narrowed at that, “What the fu-“
“Furthermore,” Wanda said icily, “Inform all Astraeus residents that if they are to catch sight of him anywhere within two blocks from here. They are to defend themselves with maximum force.”
“Done,” Gamora said, typing into the computer.
“Steve,” Wanda said to the bearded man. “Get a restraining order against him for all four of us. Speak to Duke if you have to.”
“You’re going to regret this,” Apep warned.
“You still haven’t told me why you’re here,” Wanda said, suddenly tired. “And don’t say you want to meet your grandchildren. You’ve had two years. Why now?”
“You think I’m going to tell you that?” Apep snarled, “You whore”
“Tell me why.” Wanda said coldly.
Apep flinched slightly when he realised Wanda understood her. He grit his teeth.
“I’m going to die.” He gritted. “I want to meet my grandkids before I die.”
Wanda sighed, sitting on the sofa. Apep sat down opposite her, Steve and Peter standing behind the man.
“How long do you have?”, Wanda asked apathetically.
“Why do you care?” he sneered.
“I don’t.”, Wanda said. “But I’m sure Nyx will want to know.”
“That’s not his name.” he snarled.
Steve grabbed his shoulder and pushed Apep back down onto the sofa.
“Don’t touch me.” He snapped.
“What, you don’t like people being rough with you?” Steve growled.
Wanda smiled at that.
“Is that what you think I did?” Apep asked, chuckling. “I was rough with ? No, I was teaching him. Correcting him. Stubborn bastard never listened.”
“Her name.. is Nyx,” Steve said quietly. “And my patience is running out.”
“As is mine,” Wanda said, standing up. “I’m going back upstairs,” Wanda told Steve. “If he doesn’t leave by his own accord in the next five minutes. Throw him out, use force if necessary.”
The Sokovian ignored his shouts and curses as she entered the elevator, leaning against the wall as she pressed the button to go home.
X—X—X—X—X
When Wanda entered her home, she found her wife sitting alone in the dark, the light from the moon lighting the foyer. Nyx was sitting on a stool, a cup resting on the kitchen island.
The brunette turned to Wanda and stood immediately, rushing to hug her wife. Wanda melted into the hug, humming at her wife’s scent.
“The kids are asleep in their room,” Nyx said softly, holding her wife. “You okay?” she asked, kissing the redhead’s temple.
Wanda nodded, nuzzling into her wife’s neck and breathing her in.
“I made something for us,” Nyx said, holding Wanda’s hand and guiding her to the kitchen island.
Wanda took a sip of Nyx’s mug, eyes lighting up.
“That’s good.” Wanda said, surprised, “What is it?”
Nyx smiled tiredly, wincing as she grabbed her stomach. Wanda gave her an understanding smile, kissing her wife’s cheek.
Nyx stayed like that for a moment before standing up weakly.
“My mom called it haldi-doodh,” Nyx said, a nostalgic smile on her face. “It’s just turmeric, milk, and sugar. Has a lot of health benefits and helps sleep peacefully.”
Wanda nodded, “I have something that I think might help your… tummy ache.”
Nyx frowned, but Wanda walked to their room, returning with her battery-operated heat pad.
“Put this on your abdomen,” Wanda suggested, sipping the drink from her mini thermos.
The brunette looked confused but complied, a sigh of relief moments later. It confirmed Wanda’s suspicion, but she knew now wasn’t the time. A few minutes of silence passed when Nyx spoke up.
“What happened with him?” Nyx asked, her tone vulnerable and scared.
Wanda guided her wife to the sofa, where she cuddled the brunette, who curled up into her wife’s arms.
“He wants to meet the twins,” Wanda said honestly.
Nyx stiffened underneath her, “Why? Since when does he care about family?”
Wanda sighed, bracing herself. “He’s… dying.”
Nyx let out a gasp, “What? Why? How? When..” she breathed.
Wanda gently rubbed her wife’s shoulders.
“I’m not sure,” Wanda sighed, “He wasn’t very forthcoming.”
Nyx sniffled, “I.. I don’t want to lose him. I know our relationship is.. bad, but I.. Wanda, I can’t lose him.”
Nyx nodded, nuzzling Wanda. “I’m feeling.. a lot.”
Wanda nodded, “I know.”
Nyx looked up at her wife, “You know why, don’t you?”
Wanda nodded, with a slight smile.
“You’re not going to tell me, are you?” Nyx grumbled.
“Soon.” Wanda promised, “In the meantime, what do you want to do about Apep?”
Nyx’s brows raised, “Apep? The evil snake?”
Wanda smiled, “Maybe you’re rubbing off on me.”
“Don’t,” Wanda warned when her wife had a mischievous smile, definitely thinking of a dirty joke.
Nyx sighed, “I.. I don’t know. I definitely don’t want him to interact with our children.”
“But you still love him and want him to have closure?” Wanda guessed.
Nyx nodded with a frustrated sigh, “I just.. He’s not a good person. Why do I still feel this way?”
“Because he’s still your father, baby,” Wanda said gently. “It’s easy for the rest of us to vilify him. But for you? No matter what happens, he’s still your dad.”
Nyx sniffled, “I.. I don’t know what to do.”
Wanda kissed the top of Nyx’s head, “Let’s wait three more days and then decide, okay?”
Nyx frowned, “Why three?”
Wanda gave Nyx a knowing smile, “Just.”
Nyx nodded, eyes heavy. “Is it okay if we sleep now? Someone else can cover my shift.”
Wanda nodded, sighing tiredly. She helped Nyx walk to the bed, the brunette mumbling about her lower back hurting. Wanda simply smiled and held her wife as both of them fell asleep.
X—X—X—X—X
The next day, Wanda woke up exhausted. Both of them had fitful sleep, tossing and turning. She was awoken by the sound of the door opening and two little gremlins climbing into their bed. Nyx, still half asleep, raised the covers, and Billy and Tommy snuggled in between their moms.
Twenty minutes later, the alarm rang, making Wanda groan in frustration.
“Turn that off.” Wanda grumbled, “Rest day, today.”
Nyx stood up, kissing her wife’s forehead as she walked into the bathroom. A quick shower and change later, Nyx headed into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
This time, Wanda’s phone rang because of its alarm. She yawned, waking her kids up and helping them get ready for daycare. She sat on the table that already had a bunch of cut fruits for Nyx and the kids, and an omelette and bacon for Wanda.
“I love you,” Wanda said, her voice muffled by the food in her mouth.
Nyx smiled, “You talking to me or the food?”
“I can love more than one thing,” Wanda said defensively, making Nyx giggle.
“Have a wonderful day at work, baby,” Nyx said gently, giving Wanda a long kiss. “I’ll drop the kids off at daycare and meet you at your office?”
Wanda nodded, grabbed her tote bag, and headed to the lobby. Duke stood there, waiting for her.
“Ma’am.” Duke greeted her.
Wanda smiled tiredly as the two walked to the car. She checked her emails in the car as Duke drove. Letting out a sigh as she saw the back-to-back meetings lined up for her. Of course, today had to be packed.
“Steve spoke to me about the father,” Duke said, glancing in the rear-view mirror.
Wanda nodded, clenching her jaw. “I don’t want him to interact with anybody. Place guards at the day care if needed. Let the staff know.”
Duke nodded, “I will. I presume Nyx is dropping them off?”
Wanda nodded, “I’m still worried he’ll just show up. How’s the restraining order? Any chance you can expedite it without a hearing?”
Duke frowned, “I’m not entirely sure. I spoke to Ms Jennifer Walters earlier, she said it would be a little difficult due to a lack of evidence.”
“Are the scars on Nyx’s body not enough evidence?” Wanda growled.
Duke shrugged, “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m not sure.”
“It’s fine,” Wanda said, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “It’s not your fault. I’m just… tired.”
Duke nodded. The car filled with silence as he drove them to the office.
…
Wanda was deep in her work when the door opened. Nyx entered. The Sokovian’s eyes widened as she took in her wife’s attire. The brunette was wearing.. a dress. A sundress, at that. Even though it was black, it.. god damn, it looked good.
“You look…” Wanda trailed.
Nyx grinned, “Nice, right? Emma just finished. I’ve always wanted to wear a dress.”
“She certainly knows your style,” Wanda said appreciatively.
The top part of the sundress fitted Nyx’s curves nicely. Highlighting her waist. The straps were slightly thicker than a usual sundress, a good contrast to Nyx’s defined collarbones and shoulder muscles. The brunette’s tattoos nicely complemented the dress, the bottom of which was flowy and almost reached her ankle.
Nyx had her hair down. Since it was longer now, the curls were more prominent. She was wearing dark jhumkas that suited her face. Nyx twirled for Wanda, making the Sokovian grin at the sight of her converse.
“You know, people generally wear heels or slippers with these,” Wanda said dryly.
Nyx grinned, “Not me.”
“Not you.” Wanda agreed, “The back looks really nice, too.”
“Why, thank you,” Nyx said, curtseying.
Wanda laughed as she walked to her wife and kissed her lips.
“You look beautiful.” Wanda said softly, “My beautiful, adorable wife.”
Nyx smiled bashfully, kissing Wanda’s cheek before she flopped onto her corner sofa.
“You’re wearing a skirt, baby,” Wanda warned as she sat back down. “I’d recommend changing your position unless you want to flash all of my staff.”
The redhead snickered as she heard a soft string of curses and ruffling of fabric.
Fifteen minutes later, Kamala entered, staring at her tablet.
“Mrs Maximoff-Rogers,” Kamala said, walking to Wanda. “You have a meeting with the investors in twenty minutes, followed by a briefing by the marketing team. Then you- Nyx?”
Nyx looked up from her tablet, smiling. “Hey Kamala.”
“You look so pretty!” Kamala shrieked in delight, “I love your dress, oh my god, are those vines etched into the fabric? I-“
Kamala caught herself, blushing as she returned to an amused Wanda.
“I’m so sorry, Ma’am,” Kamala said, mortified.
“It’s alright, Kamala.” Wanda chuckled, “I was also distracted by how beautiful my wife looks. It’s only natural. Anyway, please continue.”
Kamala nodded, continuing her report as Wanda felt more and more dejected at the meeting’s piling up. When Kamala was done, Wanda had half a mind to lock herself in the bathroom and not come out until the end of the day.
When Kamala left, Wanda resumed editing the document her lawyers had sent. A few more bureaucratic papers until she heard what suspiciously sounded like a soda can opening. She snapped her head to a wide-eyed Nyx who stared at the redhead, terrified.
“It’s my first of the day,” Nyx said immediately.
“And you didn’t think to share?” Wanda asked?
Nyx whined as she handed the can to her smug wife, “My tummy has been hurting on and off. My fucking knees hurt.”
Wanda sighed, “I guess it’s time I tell you.”
Nyx frowned, “What?”
“Before I do, let’s sum up your symptoms, hm?” Wanda suggested.
Nyx nodded. Wanda continued.
“You’ve been feeling incredibly emotional, having some major mood swings-“
“They’re not major.” Nyx cut in, frowning.
“Baby, I love you. But you almost tore our TV in half when you couldn’t turn it on.” Wanda said dryly. “Don’t interrupt.”
Nyx pouted, nodding.
“You’ve had lower back pain; you previously complained that your breasts felt tender. You’ve had headaches, cravings, joint pain, and fatigue. And most importantly? You’ve been having cramps.”
Nyx frowned, “Cramps?”
Wanda nodded, “That sharp pain like someone’s wedging their hand inside you and tearing your insides out?”
Nyx’s eyes widened, “How did you know..?”
Wanda smiled empathetically, “Baby, you’re on your period.”
Nyx stared at Wanda.
“…What?” she asked incredulously.
Wanda nodded, “You’re on your period.”
Nyx rolled her eyes, “That’s not funny, Wanda. You and I both know I lack the equipment to get a period.”
Wanda shook her head, “I noticed the trend. You tend to ‘fall sick’ almost every month now. I asked Bruce to check your blood work and did some research myself. Baby, a lot of trans women get periods. It’s not very commonly known, but it tends to start around five-ish years from when you start your HRT meds.”
Nyx blinked, “But.. I cant. I mean, they can’t be cramps. There is nothing to cramp.”
Wanda smiled, “You still have muscles in your abdomen. While you don’t experience uterine cramps, you still do experience cramping, baby.”
Nyx stared at her wife, “So all this while…”
Wanda nodded, “You’ve been on your period,” she confirmed.
“…huh,” Nyx said, staring at the floor.
Wanda frowned as she walked towards her wife. “Are you okay?” she asked gently.
Nyx nodded, “I just.. I don’t know.. It’s a lot to digest..”
Wanda nodded, “That makes sense. How can I help?” she inquired.
Nyx shrugged, “I don’t know.. I.. I don’t know.”
“How about,” Wanda said softly, “I get you a nice warm blanket you can get cosy under and take a little nap while I go for some of my meetings?”
Nyx pouted, tears forming in her eyes. “You gotta go?” she asked vulnerably.
Wanda gave her wife a sad smile, nodding. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be back as quick as I can, okay?”
Nyx nodded, thanking Wanda when the Sokovian handed her a soft blanket she had gotten for her pregnancy. Nyx quickly tucked herself in, smiling as the Sokovian kissed her forehead and closed her eyes.
“I love you, detka.” Wanda said softly, “I’ll be back soon.”
Nyx nodded, “I love you too,” she mumbled, eyes closed.
…
Wanda was in her second briefing of the day when her phone buzzed. It was a call from Steve Trevor.
“Hey,” Wanda whispered as she walked out. “I’m in a meeting. Is it urgent?”
‘Is Nyx okay?’
Wanda paused, “Why, what happened?”
‘She just called me two minutes ago, crying and telling me that she loved me. When I didn’t say it back, she got pissed off and cut the call.’
“Why didn’t you say it back?” Wanda asked, offended.
‘HEY I THOUGHT SHE WAS DYING. I ASKED IF SHE WAS OKAY’
Wanda snorted, “She’s fine. Just a little emotional cause she’s on her period.”
‘…already? Didn’t she get it like two weeks ago?’
“No, she- wait. You knew??” Wanda demanded. “How did you know?”
She heard Steve laugh.
‘You underestimate me, Maximoff.’ he chucked. ‘I did my fair share of research when she started her meds. You think I wouldn’t look into the long-term effects?’
“I didn’t underestimate you, Steve.” Wanda teased, “I just didn’t think you knew how to use a computer.”
‘That’s your wife, not me.’ he responded irritably, making Wanda giggle.
“Uh-huh,” she continued, smirking. “Anyway, I’ve got to get back to my meeting. I’ll see you tonight.”
‘Byeeee’
Wanda huffed in amusement as she sat back, requesting them to continue. The bright neon of the overhead light was starting to give her a bit of a headache.
I heard you called Steve? -WMR
Polities died 🥺 -NMR
Wanda almost cooed loudly before she remembered where she was.
Aww, were you listening to Epic the musical again, baby? -WMR
…Maybe🥺 -NMR
Wanda could almost hear the pout in her wife’s text. She focused on her meeting until she got another text that made her audibly snicker.
Athena left😭😭😭 -NMR
After an apologetic smile, she paid more attention to the presenter. Another seven minutes and Wanda was walking back to her office. She paused in surprise when there was a slight crowd right outside her personal office. They were standing beside Kamala’s desk.
Kamala’s eyes widened when she saw Wanda approach. She nudged the nearest person, who shushed her.
‘I’m so sorry’ Kamala mouthed.
Wanda smiled, shaking her head. “What is going on here?” She asked, smirking at how everyone was startled.
“Duke?” Wanda asked incredulously.
The man was downright blushing.
“Will someone explain to me what’s going on?” She asked, chuckling.
“It’s Nyx, ma’am.” One of the employees said, “She’s.. uh.. singing.”
Wanda raised an eyebrow, walking to where they were huddled, and she leaned closer against the glass pane. A slow smile formed when she could hear her wife’s melodic voice.
‘..days I’ve stayed wide awake, tryna make it home with no storm or tidal wave. I remain unapposed, the bag is still closed, and I’m getting closer to youu’
Wanda got choked up at the gentleness of her wife’s voice. This wasn’t performance. Nyx was feeling it. She even gestured to the coworkers to listen in.
‘.. Why are my eyes and my heart and my soul so heavy.’
Wanda swallowed hard as her wife’s voice grew a little louder, wavering.
‘I keep on trying to embrace you both, why won’t you let mee… So much has changed, but I’m the same, yes I’m the same..’
Unable to hold herself back, Wanda burst into her office. Nyx yelped at the sudden entrance, tripping over the sofa she was standing on.
“Oh shit, baby.” Wanda laughed, rushing to her wife. “You okay?”
Nyx groaned, getting up. Wanda giggling.
“Show’s over.” Wanda called out, grinning, “Scram.”
There was a sound of shuffling outside her office that made Wanda snicker.
“What?” Nyx frowned, rubbing her shoulder.
“Nothing,” Wanda said with a smile. “What were you doing on the sofa?”
Nyx looked at her wife a little sheepishly, “uh.. I was listening to Epic the Musical..”
“I heard,” Wanda said, amused.
Nyx frowned, “What do you mean?”
Wanda shook her head, kissing her wife’s face. Nyx’s phone buzzed just as the redhead was about to kiss her wife.
“Ignore it,” Wanda mumbled against her wife’s lips.
Nyx pecked her wife’s lips apologetically, ignoring the glare the Sokovian was giving her as she glanced at her phone. The brunette frowned as she read the caller ID.
“It’s the daycare..?” Nyx said, answering and putting it on speaker.
Wanda’s face paled as the staff informed them that Billy and Tommy had gotten into a fight with some other kids. Billy had gotten injured, and Tommy had hit the other kid hard enough that there was a bruise on his leg.
“Nyx,” Wanda called out, running after her wife, who stormed out.
“Daycare emergency,” She told Kamala as she ran out, “Cover for me?”
Kamala nodded.
“Nyx,” Wanda said breathlessly as she entered the elevator that her wife had. “Baby, I need you to calm down.”
“Oh, I’m calm,” Nyx said, her tone definitely not calm.
“Calmer, then.” Wanda insisted, holding her wife’s arm. “I don’t need Midnight walking into the daycare.”
“Oh, she’s not going.” Nyx seethed as she stormed to the car.
Wanda sighed, running after Nyx. She entered the car the moment Nyx turned it on.
“Baby, I know you’re angry.” Wanda said gently, “I am too.”
“Billy’s hurt, Wanda,” Nyx said, teary-eyed as she drove.
Wanda put her hand on her wife’s.
“And you losing your head will do him no good.” Wanda said, “Now. We’ve practised this, okay?”
Nyx nodded, breathing in deeply as Wanda counted out her breaths.
“There you go.” Wanda cooed, “A few more.”
By the time they reached the daycare, Nyx was considerably calmer.
“Now, good mom-badshitcrazy mom, I’ll be batshit crazy,” Wanda said.
Nyx nodded with a small smile. “They’re going to piss their pants, maybe just upset mom?”
Wanda snorted, “No promises. They hurt our baby.”
Nyx nodded. “Alright, let’s do this.”
The two of them walked into the daycare, the lady at the counter visibly blanching at the sight of a very pissed-off Wanda and an impassive Nyx.
“Mrs Maximoff-Rogers,” she nervously greeted Nyx. “You must be here for Billy and Tommy.”
“No, we’re here for sightseeing.” Wanda snapped, “Where are our sons?”
“Right this way, ma’am,” the woman said, fast walking to the office.
“MAA MAMA” Tommy screeched, running to them the moment he saw his mothers.
“Oh, my baby,” Nyx said, kneeling to pick him up.
The boy instantly began sobbing into Nyx’s arm, the brunette rocking him back and forth. Billy was sitting on a chair; his knee had a bandage on it. Wanda quickly gave Tommy a kissie, one he eagerly reciprocated, and walked to Billy.
The boy was sniffling quietly, as his moms knelt in front of him.
“Hi baby” Wanda said gently in Sokovian.
“Mama.” Billy cried, rubbing his eyes.
Wanda gently picked him up, careful not to jostle his leg too much. The clearing of a throat made Wanda glare at the man, clearly in charge of the place. She handed Billy to Nyx, who adjusted Tommy into one hand and Billy into the other.
“You must be Mrs Wanda Maximoff-Rogers.” The man said with a smile, “I’m Dennis. Billy and Tommy have spoken a lot about you.”
Wanda walked with the man, who guided her to the room where the other parents were sitting. She felt a sick satisfaction as their eyes widened when Nyx walked in behind her. Clearly intimidated by her wife.
“Charlotte,” Nyx gave the woman a genuine smile, “How’s Scotty?”
Charlotte rolled her eyes, “Throwing a tantrum. He’s hurt, but it’s not too bad.”
Wanda decided she liked Charlotte. Nyx clearly had a good vibe with her, and the woman made it clear her son was equally to blame.
Nyx sat behind, whereas Wanda sat at the desk beside Charlotte and her husband, whom Wanda immediately disliked.
“Scott isn’t at fault, Char,” he said. “It’s that psycho’s fault.”
“Did you just call my son a psycho?” Wanda asked icily, raising an eyebrow.
“Your son punched my son,” the man spat, “Hard enough for my boy to bruise.”
“Reuben.” Charlotte hissed, “Shut. Up.”
“Why?” Reuben asked, raising his voice as he stood up.
Wanda raised an eyebrow, “I’d recommend you listen to your wife and sit down.”
Reuben glared at Wanda, “How dare-“
“Reuben,” Nyx said, standing right in front of him.
Wanda watched the man flinch slightly as Nyx practically teleported in front of him, Billy and Tommy asleep on the chairs behind.
“Your wife tells me you’re a good man,” Nyx said calmly. “I understand your anger. I also know you are rational. Which is why I am going to calmly request you to lower your voice. Okay?”
Reuben frowned at Nyx, looking her up and down.
“Sit. Down.” Charlotte hissed, tugging her husband’s arm.
The man sat down, quietly fuming as he folded his arms. Dennis attempted a smile, clasping his hands.
“Dennis,” Wanda said, a lot calmer now. “Can you tell us what happened? From the beginning, please?”
Dennis nodded. He explained to the parents how Billy and Tommy were climbing on the playground meant for the older kids. Scott, a slightly older boy, had told Billy to get off and play with the other kids. Billy seemingly told him no. Scott tried to push him, but Billy lost his grip and fell, grazing his knee. Tommy, who was off to the side, attacked Scott and had to be physically moved to another room.
“Is there some sort of rule that the younger kids can’t play?” Wanda demanded.
Dennis shook his head, “Technically, most two-year-old kids have trouble climbing on in the first place.”
“… I see,” Wanda said, sighing.
“I’ll speak to Scotty about this,” Charlotte said, equally tired. “I didn’t expect my son to be bullying others.”
“It’s not his fault, Char,” Nyx said gently from behind.
“My wife’s right,” Wanda said, reassuring the woman. “He’s just a kid. We’ll speak to Tommy about physical contact. I hope Scotty wasn’t hurt too badly? We’re more than willing to pay the medical bill if needed.”
Charlotte snorted, “Oh god no. It’s just a little bruise. It’ll fade in a day.”
Dennis sighed, “Unfortunately, there do have to be consequences.”
“Finally,” Reuben grumbled.
“For both children.” Dennis clarified pointedly. “While, yes, Tommy is in trouble for assaulting Scotty, we are well aware it was in retaliation. Reuben was the first to escalate the situation, causing Billy to fall.”
“Kids fall,” Reuben insisted. “That’s a thing. They don’t start pounding on other kids, though.”
“Do you have a problem with my children?” Wanda demanded.
“Oh no.” He said, glaring at Nyx. “It’s not the child’s fault. It’s your wife.”
“Reuben!” Charlotte gasped, “What is wrong with you, today?”
“You think I don’t know who she is?” Reuben asked. “She’s killed people, Char. She’s a murderer.”
“Reuben Summers.” Charlotte snapped, glancing at Tommy, who woke up from her voice, “You are out of line.” she said, softer now.
“What are you talking about?” He asked incredulously. “You know I’m right.”
Wanda watched in fascination as Charlotte’s cheeks began turning red in anger.
“I have spent hours with Nyx.” Charlotte seethed. “She is a wonderful woman. And a spectacular mother. I will not have you reduce her to her past, no matter what it may be.”
“But.. She’s killed people.” Reuben protested.
“Mr Summers.” Wanda asked calmly, “Tell me, how far would you go to protect your wife?”
Reuben looked at Wanda, “Excuse me?” he glowered.
“What you’re talking about.” Wanda said icily, “Where Nyx killed people. Are you aware that there was a man, a global terrorist, who pressed his gun against my pregnant belly?”
Reuben blanched, “What?”
Charlotte covered her mouth in horror, looking to Nyx, who just gave her a sad smile.
“Everything Nyx has done,” Wanda said quietly, “Was to ensure that I, and our children, lived to see today. And I am nothing but proud of my wife’s actions. So I ask you again. What are you willing to do to protect your wife and child?”
When Reuben didn’t answer, Wanda continued. “While I do not condone my son’s actions, and I will certainly be speaking to both of them about it, I am proud that he stood up for his brother. A trait, I assure you, he gets from my wife.”
The Sokovian stands up, “Now, if there’s nothing else, I’d like to take my sons home. Charlotte, I really am sorry about Scotty. I hope he can come over sometime soon. Maybe they can be friends. Dennis, I expect you to send me a list of penalties and a full report on the incident. Mr Summers.”
She nodded to Dennis before turning around and walking out of the office, Nyx in tow- with Billy in her arms and Tommy holding her dress. Wanda noticed with amusement how kids tended to screech her wife’s name in excitement.
“You’re popular..” Wanda said dryly, smiling as staff pulled the kids off Nyx.
“Yeah, well,” Nyx said sheepishly, “I read that being favoured by the kids increases the kid’s overall social acceptance and increases opportunity to make friends.”
“Oh, is that so?” Wanda asked, amused, her eyes moving to the staff and adults who were eyeing her wife. “Not just popular with the kids, it seems.”
Nyx frowned, “What do you mean? The staff?”
“Hi, Mrs Nyx.” A young woman said cheerfully as they crossed the main entrance.
Nyx smiled, “Hi Clara, you here to take Debby?”
She nodded, looking to Wanda in confusion before realisation dawned on her.
“You’re Billy and Tommy’s other mom!” She said excitedly.
“Other mom?” Wanda asked, amused.
She shook Clara’s hand, the woman nodding enthusiastically.
“Nyx here is a fan favourite,” Clara said, grinning. “All the parents love her. She has a way with kids; she even got Gara to stop puking on his friends.”
“Oh, did she?” Wanda asked, grinning, “How did you manage that, draga?”
“I asked him to suck on a peppermint candy,” the brunette mumbled shyly.
“Crazy.” Clara grinned, making Wanda laugh. “I hope to see you during the sports day tomorrow.”
Wanda grinned, “Oh, I’ve been waiting for ages..”
“Wanda’s going to be representing the Maximoff-Rogers for the events tomorrow,” Nyx said with a smile.
“Did they seriously still not agree?” Clara asked, visibly enraged.
Nyx laughed, “It’s okay, Clara. Don’t worry about it. Anyway, we’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
Clara nodded, saying her goodbyes and giving Tommy a high five.
…
“What was that about?” Wanda asked as she helped Tommy into the booster seat.
“Eh, just a little issue some of the parents were having,” Nyx said, doing the same for Billy.
Wanda frowned, “What do you mean?”
Nyx sighed, closing the door as she sat in the driver seat.
“Some of the parents complained,” Nyx said carefully, “that it wouldn’t be.. uh.. fair, if I participated in the mom events..”
Wanda paused, “What did you say?” She asked incredulously.
Nyx winced, “uh.. Basically, they said I couldn’t participate.. and if I did, I’d have to participate in the..”
“The..?” Wanda asked dangerously.
“The.. dad races..” Nyx said quietly.
“Oh fuck no,” Wanda said, undoing her seatbelt. “I’m having a chat with Dennis-“
“Wanda, no,” Nyx said, grabbing her wife’s arm. “Baby, please.”
“I’m not going to let them treat you like this, Nyx,” Wanda growled.
Nyx sighed, “Car check?”
There was a sound of shuffling and clicking before Tommy spoke up.
“Check Maa!” Tommy said excitedly.
Billy similarly tugged on the straps, “Check maa.”
Nyx looked at Wanda expectantly. Wanda sighed, buckling herself in as she rolled her eyes.
“Check.” The Sokovian grumbled.
Nyx grinned, tugging her belt. “Check. Alright, let’s go!”
Wanda failed to hide her smile, “Just cause this is cute doesn’t mean I’m still not pissed,”
“Talk to me about it?” Nyx asked as she began driving.
“Well, for starters, I think it’s ridiculous that they won’t let you participate,” Wanda said, folding her arms. “And there’s no way you’re participating in the dad races. I mean, the whole thing is fucking ridiculous. There’s a reason we don’t do this at home.”
Nyx chuckled, “It’s different in Astraeus, and you know it.”
Wanda rolled her eyes, “Whatever. I’m speaking to Dennis or whoever else I need to.”
“And do what?” Nyx asked kindly, “Make them cancel the day? Ask for a whole other category of races for me?”
Wanda let out a groan of frustration, smiling when her kids mimicked the sound.
“What if you ran both?” Wanda asked.
Nyx frowned, “What do you mean?”
“What if you just.. ran both for moms and dads?”
Nyx chuckled, turning the car. “And how will that help anything?”
“I don’t know,” Wanda said, slumping.
“Hey,” Nyx said gently, her hand on her wife’s thigh. “It’s okay.”
“Whas okay maa?” Billy asked.
Nyx looked in the rearview mirror at Billy’s knee.
“Just that Mama will be going for sports day while I help them set up and stuff,” Nyx said.
“mkay. ilvyew”
Nyx smiled, looking at Wanda as she parked. “I love you too, baby,” she said.
“That, Mrs Maximoff-Rogers,” Nyx said softly, “Is why it doesn’t bother me. Because it isn’t about me or the race or even the parents. It’s about those two adorable little gremlins in the back that are chewing on the seatbelt- Hey, Tommy. No chewing on the seatbelt.”
Wanda laughed as she stepped out of the car, opening the door for her son.
“Fine,” Wanda conceded, “No going to war with daycare.”
Nyx laughed, picking Billy up. She put him down and let him stand before she knelt.
“How much does it hurt, baby, give me a squeezie,” Nyx said gently.
Billy frowned, grabbing his mom’s two fingers and squeezing. Nyx hummed.
“That seems like it hurts,” Nyx said, nodding, smiling when Billy nodded with a pout, “Would you like to try to walk, or should I pick you up?”
Billy held his mom’s hand, “Slow?” he asked shyly.
Nyx nodded, “Definitely. We can go as slow as you like.”
Billy nodded as he held Nyx’s hand and began making his way to the entrance to Astraeus. They waved at Rocket, who walked to them, his prosthetic leg shining in the afternoon sun.
“Billy, what happened?” He asked in alarm.
“Pushed,” Billy pouted.
“One of the boys pushed Billy, and he fell,” Wanda said.
“What?” Rocket asked, enraged, he took out his walkie-talkie, “Hey. Some kid hurt Billy. Over.”
Nyx giggled as the speaker filled with various noises of outrage, “Don’t worry. Tommy here defended his brother’s honour.”
Wanda gave Nyx a pointed look, who froze, correcting herself. “Of course.. uh.. I think Tommy should have.. called a trusted adult?”
Wanda gave Nyx a subtle thumbs up, who sighed in relief.
“What?” Rocket exclaimed, “Hell no. Tommy should hav-“
He froze when both moms glared at him, forcing him to change his words mid-sentence.
“- uh, called a.. trusted adult.” Rocked finished defeatedly.
“Mama,” Tommy asked, frowning, tugging Wanda’s hand, “I do bad?”
Wanda looked at Nyx, who sighed, “Alright. We’re taking this to the ring. Rocket, any disputes to settle?”
Rocket nodded, “Orion and Jason, uh.. stolen sandwich, I think.”
Nyx nodded, “Send them over, please. I need to teach our kids a lesson.”
Wanda smiled as she took Tommy’s hand and entered the elevator with her wife and other son. Together, they went to Styx, walking towards the ring.
“Tommy, baby,” Nyx asked, “Can you tell me why you hit Scott?”
Tommy pouted, “Was angry,” he said.
Nyx shook her head, sitting on the floor of the bleachers, Billy plopping into her lap.
“Is that all?” Nyx prompted.
Tommy’s lower lip quivered as he walked to Nyx and sat beside her, eyes on Billy’s bandage.
“Billy hurt,” Tommy said, the boy’s voice shaking. “Felt.. scared.”
Nyx smiled, “That’s right, baby. You were scared. And that’s okay. You want to know a secret?”
Tommy nodded, settling on Wanda’s lap, who had come to snuggle with the silver-haired boy.
“I get scared too,” Nyx whispered, “A lot.”
Billy’s eyes widened, as did Tommy’s.
“You wanna know what helps me?” Nyx asked, giggling at the eager head nods from everyone, including her wife.
“Mama.” Nyx said, smiling, “She makes me feel less scared. Just like I know Billy makes you less scared.”
“Do you think Scott was going to hit Billy again?” Wanda continued gently.
Tommy looked down, shaking his head.
“So you wanted to get revenge?” she asked softly.
Tommy nodded, “Angry.” He whispered.
Nyx nodded, “There’s only one place in our family where we settle disputes with fists.”
Tommy looked up, “Where maa?”
Nyx gestured towards the ring, “Styx. Inside is the only place allowed. Because inside has different rules. Out there? Different.”
“Would you like it if you wore your pyjamas outside?” Wanda asked, nuzzling the boy.
Tommy giggled, shaking his head, “Look silly.”
Wanda nodded, “Just like your pyjamas, how we deal inside the ring looks silly outside.”
“M sorry, mama,” Tommy said shakily.
Wanda nodded, “It’s okay, baby. I’m not upset. Maa isn’t either. Tomorrow, Scotty is coming over. I want you to apologise to him, okay?”
“Don wanna” Tommy whined.
“Do you want him to say sorry to Billy?” Nyx asked gently.
Tommy nodded, “He hurt Billy.”
“Mhm,” Nyx said, just as Orion and Jason entered. “Just like you hurt him.”
Tommy sighed, pouting in Wanda’s lap. “Fiiinee.” He said dramatically.
“Hey, Nyx. Hey Wanda. Hey- Billy What happened?” Jason asked, concerned, jogging to the kid.
Nyx explained the whole situation, as well as why they were at Styx.
“So, Orion, you stole Jason’s sandwich?” Nyx asked.
Orion pouted, “I was hungry. And lunch wasn’t for another two hours.”
“Jason,” Wanda asked, making sure her son was paying attention, “Were you angry with Orion?”
Jason frowned, “Yeah. Still am.”
“But you didn’t hit him?” Wanda clarified.
Jason realised where the conversation was going, shaking his head. “No, I didn’t hit him.”
“Why?” Tommy asked curiously.
Jason knelt to Tommy, “Cause that could hurt both of us. And in our home, we have rules. If you have an issue you can’t talk out. Take it to Styx.”
“Like we’re going to.” Orion said smugly, “come on, Jace.”
Jason gave Tommy a quick hair ruffle before walking to the ring.
“Come here,” Nyx whispered, smiling as Wanda picked Tommy up and squished herself next to the brunette.
“Alright, you two.” Nyx called out, “Clean, you hear me?”
Wanda laughed at the synchronised ‘yes, mom’s that came from the two men. They began, tackling and throwing jabs.
Initially, Wanda was concerned about normalising violence to the kids. But the more she thought about it, the more she realised. Normalisation wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Especially for violence. As long as facing the consequences was normalised, too.
“You see that?” Nyx asked, a sparkle in her eye. “How is Orion moving?”
Billy nodded, “Looks scared.”
Nyx shook her head, “He feels guilty. Because he knows what he did was wrong. That’s why he’s not trying as hard to take Jason down.”
Nyx glanced at Tommy, who was enraptured with the fight.
“Tell me, Tommy,” Nyx whispered, “Does Jason look upset?”
Tommy squinted, shaking his head.
Jason laughed when Orion flipped him on the ground, the younger man pulling him up as they got ready for the next round.
“Laughing,” Tommy said, confusion on his face.
Nyx nodded, “That’s cause Jason isn’t angry. Anger lasts for a very short time. That’s why we fight in the ring. Because we leave anger and hate out of the ring. Why do you think Jason is fighting now?”
“Workout?” Tommy guessed, making Wanda giggle.
“I’m sure that’s part of it, baby,” Nyx said, smiling. “He’s doing it so they communicate.”
“Talk,” Wanda said when she saw her son’s confusion. “They talk by fighting. But that can only happen in the ring. Outside? Too much noise. You can’t hear them. That’s why we don’t fight outside, okay?”
Tommy nodded, “Mkay ilevyew”
Wanda smiled, kissing her son’s cheek. “I love you, too, moya devochka.”
Tommy giggled when Jason picked Orion up and began spinning around really quickly, making the younger man shriek out in laughter.
Chapter summary: Wanda tries to convince Nyx to return to Styx. For Midnight to return. It works. Shit goes wrong, as usual.
Warnings: The usual, Murder, graphic violence, transphobia, ptsd.
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A/N: Chapter too long so I'm splitting it.
X—X—X—X—X
Two years later.
“Mama” Billy shrieked. “Look, Maa”
“That’s right, detka.” Wanda cooed, “That’s maa.”
“Maa where?” Tommy asked, clambering up Wanda’s shoulder like she was his own personal ladder.
“There, see?” Wanda said, pointing at the billboard that had her wife’s face on it.
It was a billboard that was showing a video of Nyx talking during an interview. After the Hydra fiasco two years ago, the authorities had gotten involved. When it was revealed who and what Hydra was, Nyx’s actions were considered self-defence. Baron Von Strucker’s body was not found, causing the authorities to presume that he had escaped. They certainly did not check the bottom of the harbour where Andy dumped him, sneaking his body away even from SHIELD’s attention.
The video of Nyx fighting was released, now with the understanding of protecting her pregnant wife and her home. Once again, the brunette went viral. Although, this time, far more widely. Much to Nyx’s disdain, Wanda convinced her to do more interviews. Styx was closed for renovation, and was opening tonight.
When the car was parked, the door opened revealing an excited Natasha and Steve.
“Tasha” Tommy shrieked, running to the Russian. “Maa. Maa where.”
“He’s asking where Nyx is.” Steve Trevor supplied, picking Billy up who squealed in delight.
“I know what he’s asking.” Nat grumbled, putting on a smile for the boy.
Wanda stretched as she stepped out the car, groaning as her back cracked.
“Ready for tonight?” Steve taunted.
“Watch it, Trevor.” Wanda warned, “Or I’ll have you in that ring instead of Nyx.”
Steve laughed, “Oh no absolutely not.”
“Maa!” Billy cried, causing Steve to rock him
“Alright you gremlins.” Wanda said fondly, “Lets take you to your maa”
They walked into Astraeus, now their permanent home. Wanda decided to build their apartment by merging several other rooms that were gathering dust. After Wanda started getting into the building business, coming up with a couple of buildings in the area, several people moved in. Astraeus was now not the only refuge community in the city. There was another that was owned by Bruce, known as the hall of justice. Nyx tried to point out how dramatic the name was but Bruce reminded her that she literally named her building ‘Stars’, effectively shutting the woman up.
Wanda built a few more buildings with less obnoxious names. Her personal favourite was Wundergore. A seven story building that was intended for specific marginalised communities, the top three floors reserved for refugees from Sokovia and other war-ridden countries.
When they entered the apartment, Wanda found her wife in the kitchen, almost exactly the same as their first apartment.
“MAA” Billy screamed, wiggling out of Steve’s hold.
The moment the man set him down, he ran to Nyx who turned, grinning.
“Billy!” Nyx said grining. “How is my sweet baby doing?” she asked in her native language.
She picked him up, tossing him in the air, much to his delight. She nodded as Billy seriously gave her a report in a broken dialect, words mushing together.
“Where do I put this one?” Natasha asked, entering the apartment.
She was holding Tommy by the scruff of his t-shirt, supporting his bottom as he wiggled around. The moment she let him down, he sprinted to Nyx who exclaimed, picking him up.
“Your turn.” Wanda said sighing, flopping onto the couch a few feet from open kitchen island.
“Mhm,” Nyx said, walking to her wife.
Billy and Tommy were crawling all over Nyx, hanging from her arms and shoulders. But the woman barely noticed it. Billy giggled as Nyx bent over to Wanda.
“Kissy time.” Nyx said with a grin, peppering kisses all over Wanda’s face.
Billy and Tommy echoed their mom and began giggling and kissing any surface available on Wanda. The sokovian went from being tired to laughing and giggling within moments.
“Do I get kissies too?” Steve joked.
Nyx didn’t even look up as she gave him the middle finger, withdrawing it before either of her sons could see. After Wanda finished giggling, she kissed her wife’s forehead who walked back to the kitchen with a satisfied smile.
Wanda watched adoringly as Nyx spoke to their children, accent thick as her native language casually flowed as she told Billy what to do, Tommy deciding to sit on her shoulders and play with his toy cars on the brunette’s hair.
“What’s for dinner? Steve asked, trying to be casual.
Wanda raised an eyebrow, “For me, you mean?”
“Oh come on.” Steve protested, “It’s Styx’s grand reopening.”
Nyx snorted, giggling when Billy mimicked her by making piggy noises as he held a wooden bowl in his lap, munching on the salsa that he was meant to be stirring.
“Jaan, what do you think?” Nyx asked Tommy, looking up. “Share or eat?”
“Shareeee.” Tommy squealed, wiggling around.
Had Wanda been anyone else, she would have freaked out by how much he was swinging around. But she wasn’t. Her wife bent her knees a little, compensating for the boy. Wanda smiled, Nyx’s neurodivergent seemed to have passed down to their kids. While they couldn’t technically get an official diagnosis yet, Wanda wasn’t holding her breath. Her AuDHD wife’s gene’s were pretty strong. Both Billy and Tommy shared Nyx’s features. Similar skin tones, noses, their hair was a little curlier than the brunette’s. Although Billy got Wanda’s green eyes. And Tommy looked a lot like his uncle, with his almost the same hair colour. An almost silver sheen, making his green eyes pop even more.
Nyx was worried about him standing out in school but Wanda reassured her that their daycare had lots of kids that tended to stand out. Most of their friends who had kids were sent to that daycare.
“Fire time!” Nyx called out, putting Tommy down.
Wanda laughed as her children ran to the drawer and put on safety goggles.
“Who’s counting today?” Wanda called out.
“ME” Tommy said.
“No ME” Billy protested.
Tommy shoved his brother to the side, who tripped. Wanda’s eyes widened as Billy tripped, falling to the side. Nyx moved before Wanda could shriek, one moment she’s at the stove, the next, both her kids are in her arms.
“Steve watch the fire.” Nyx said, walking to the hall.
Billy was crying, as was Tommy. Wanda quickly took out her earplugs and put them in. Nyx plopped her kids on the couch, by Wanda’s feet before sitting on the floor staring at the both of them.
“Billy, baby, does it hurt?” Nyx asked. “Where does it hurt?”
Billy nodded, sniffling.
“Show me where.” Nyx said.
Wanda knew her son wasn’t injured, just scared. Nyx leaned forward, taking Billy’s hand and putting it on her shoulder. The two women had been learning each other’s native language, and hence could understand most of what was said.
“Here?” She asked Billy when she guided her hand to the top of her head.
Billy shook his head, pouting. She moved his hand to a couple placed on her head, the boy giggling when she put his finger in her ear. He moved his hand to her temple, the brunette softened. She made him massage her temple.
“Still hurting?” She whispered, “Can you feel it?”
Billy frowned, rubbing Nyx’s temple to see if it was hurting him. He shook his head. Nyx nodded, smiling and kissing his head. She turned to Tommy who was pouting, crying when the attention moved to him.
Wanda knew the drill, nobody move, nobody say anything. Nyx held his tiny little hands as the boy cried.
“Sorry” Tommy cried, speaking in sokovian.
“Why?” She asked, her sokovian making Wanda bite her lip.
Tommy sniffled, “Dunno.”
Nyx nodded empathetically, “Scary?”
Tommy nodded, eyes tearing again.
“Did you want your brother to get hurt?” Nyx asked gently.
Tommy cried, shaking his head.
“What do we say?” Nyx asked.
“Sorry Billy.” Tommy sniffed, trying to hug his brother.
But Billy clearly hadn’t forgiven him, he crawled to Wanda’s lap.
“Do you forgive him, draga?” Wanda asked Billy.
Billy shook his head.
“Well, what do we do then?” Nyx asked Tommy. “Billy didn’t forgive you yet.”
Tommy looked at his mother helplessly. He crawled onto Nyx’s lap, she turned him to face his brother.
“Say, ‘What can I do, Billy?’” Nyx whispered to Tommy.
Tommy repeated to his best ability, which Billy and Wanda understood.
“What do you think, my baby?” Wanda asked in sokovian.
Billy looked at Wanda before looking at Tommy. He thought as hard as a two year old was capable of.
“Choco.” Billy said frowning.
Nyx raised her eyebrows, “Tommy’s serving of chocolate for tonight? Hm. What do you think, baby? Is that fair?”
Tommy pouted, clearly not happy, but nodded regardless.
“Well, that’s done.” Nyx said. “Now, kissie.”
Tommy shook his head, as did Billy. Nyx let out an exaggerated sigh.
“I guess mama gets all the kissies then.” Nyx said with wink.
Wanda grinned, “Lucky me.”
Wanda leaned forward as Nyx gave loud smooches all over her face. Tommy and Billy both shrieked, wanting to get some of the kissies too. The sokovian giggled as her children shoved their faces between her and Nyx, making loud kissie noises. Their protests devolved into giggles.
“Uh.. Nyx.” Steve called out, clearly panicking.
Nyx chuckled, pulling back, her kids on Wanda’s lap.
“I think.. today, Mama gets to count.” Nyx said playfully.
The two kids cried out, protesting loudly, but Nyx gave them a squint.
“One more sound and Natasha gets to count.” Nyx threatened, hiding her smile at her kid’s clear horror.
“Not sure why that’s a punishment,” Nat grumbled.
The kids stopped protesting as Wanda, Nyx, and the two of them walked to the kitchen. There was a little too much smoke coming from the large pot.
Wanda handed the kids to Steve as her and Nyx walked to the stove, the brunette instantly lowered the heat, muttering curses at the bearded blonde under her breath as Wanda stood beside her.
Wanda began counting out loud as she took each steps. When she reached thirteen, she must have been at least a few feet away from the stove.
“Here.” Wanda grinned.
Her kids screeched and ran to her, jumping onto the counter as they began talking animatedly.
“Is it burnt?” Steve asked concerned.
Nyx laughed, “Not enough to make a difference.”
Wanda giggled as he let out an obvious sigh of relief.
“Seev” Billy called out. “Push”
Steve grinned, smirking smugly as he glanced at Natasha who walked into the kitchen, sitting besides Billy on the counter.
Wanda stood at the number she counted, a barrier from getting too close to the stove as Tommy ran around the house.
“Jump steps, Tommy.” Wanda called out, her best friend frowning at her.
“Tires them out quicker.” Wanda explained with a grin.
“Also good training for legs.” Nyx said as she quickly added certain measurements. “Alright, gravy is done. Who’s taste-testing.”
“M-“
“ME” Wanda yelled, picking tommy up and tossing him to the bearded blonde.
Tommy shrieked in delight at the airtime as Wanda darted to her wife, grinning victoriously as Nyx smiled, shaking her head.
“Mama always picks.” Billy protested.
“Yeah, that’s unfair.” Nat agreed, pulling him onto her lap. “She’s using her witchy magic.”
“Magic?” Billy frowned.
“Oh, Wanda didn’t tell you?” Nat asked with an evil grin. “Your mama is a witch. Scarlet Witch.”
“Nat.” Wanda warned, opening her mouth to taste the food.
She let out a loud hum, closing her eyes as she tasted the food.
“So good.” Wanda groaned, immediately grabbing the spoon from Nyx and dipping it in again.
“Hey, we’re all eating.” Steve protested.
Wanda ignored him, happily munching until Nyx gently held her arms, chuckling. Pouting, Wanda gave the spoon back.
“Whipped.” Steve grunted with a smirk, horror dawning on his face when Tommy echoed him.
“Was whipped.” Tommy asked, climbing onto the bulky man.
Wanda quickly covered her wife’s mouth before she could answer.
“It means mommy loves maa’s food.” Wanda said quickly.
“Alright, this is done, too.” Nyx said, opening the oven.
A heavenly aroma permeated the kitchen as Nyx brought four trays of lasagna.
“Are we feeding the city?” Wanda asked, frowning.
“The bunker.” Nyx grinned, “Speaking of.. they should be arriving r-“
Ding
“I’m so good with it.” Nyx said smugly.
Wanda giggled, kissing her wife as she walked to the door. Not at all surprised when the corridor to her apartment was filled with people of all ages standing there.
“What she make.” Orion call from the back.
“Beans gravy and Lasagna.” Wanda said.
“Fuck yea.” Circe cheered.
Wanda laughed as everyone walked in, their large hall looking rather small as more people filled it.
“Where’s the wife?” Orion asked Natasha.
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” Nat said coolly.
Orion’s eyes widened, making Wanda snort. It was a poorly hidden secret that the twenty three year old had a rather huge crush on the Russian.
“Why do you tease him like that?” The sokovian asked amused.
Nat shrugged, “I think it’s rather adorable. He might be the only guy who has a crush on Natasha Romanoff, not the Black Widow.”
Wanda rolled her eyes, ever since the Avengers had begun, the team was hailed as global super heroes. Her best friend opened up to her about her past, something she kept hidden due to the gravity of the situation. Wanda wasn’t really surprised that her best friend was secretly a super spy who was in university for the fuck of it, wanting to enjoy a life of freedom.
Surprisingly, her father, Steve Rogers, had also joined the Avengers. A few others. However what caught her off guard was that Vision had joined them, too. Her ex took over for his father on the technological aspect.
“Hey Midnight.” Orion called out as he sat in front of the TV, playing with the remote. “I’ll have a coke if there’s any left.”
Nyx paused setting the counter. The kids who were sitting beside Orion suddenly scrambled out of the way as Nyx bounded towards them. She picked up Orion with one hand, the man shrieking almost as loudly as Billy and Tommy. Wanda laughed as her kids yelled in delight, wanting to be next to get uppies from their mother.
“Change of plans,” Nyx said, plopping Orion in front of the counter. “Orion’s giving the food. Everyone stay seated.”
Wanda shoved a spatula and apron to the wide-eyed man. He grumbled, wearing the flowery apron that Wanda definitely had not chosen on purpose.
“Maa uppy.” Tommy said running to his mother.
Nyx immediately crouched, waiting for Tommy to jump on her. The boy overshot, but Nyx grabbed him mid air and plopped him onto her shoulders. Billy wiggled out of Natasha’s grasp and ran to the brunette, squealing in delight as she picked him up. Wanda grinned, walking to her wife. Nyx looked at her, raising an amused brow. The brunette sighed when Wanda pouted.
“Hop on.” Nyx grumbled, smiling.
Wanda squealed, koalaing her wife immediately. Nyx shuffled Billy so he was between Wanda and her body, squished. The boy hummed at the pressure.
“Head.” Nyx warned as she walked to the table with a plate.
Tommy ducked his head the moment he heard his mom. Wanda and her kids told Nyx what they wanted, causing Nyx to have a rather large pile of food on her plate.
“No beans.” Billy insisted.
“No carrots.” Tommy cried out.
Nyx grumbled, eating all the beans and carrots that Wanda fed her from the plate as the brunette walked to the sofa. There was one that was meant for the four of them. Tommy got off and sat on one of the arms of the sofa, nuzzling into Nyx’s left arm. Wanda did the same on the right, Billy on her lap, holding the plate carefully. Wanda fed her wife and kids food, giggling as Billy grabbed a bunch of beans and practically shoved it down Nyx’s throat. His whole hand disappearing in her mouth. Nyx closed her mouth, her sons hand still in. He shrieked, laughing.
“Ewwww.” He said, pulling his hand out.
Wanda squealed as he wiped it on her shirt.
“This was brand new.” the sokovian complained.
They sat as everyone began eating, Nyx placed a hand on Tommy’s lower back as he began rocking back and forth.
“Couldn’t we have done this in the bunker?” Nyx grumbled, eyeing everyone around her. “Is she- Hey Medea. Those are Tommy’s don’t ea- Goddamn it. Wanda..”
“I’ll get more tomorrow.” Wanda chuckled.
Wanda sighed into her wife’s neck, “Ready for tonight?”
Nyx grinned, “Oh absolutely. Make sure you do your stretches, don’t want you to pull a muscle when I turn you into a pancake.”
“I want pancake” Billy said delightedly.
“You still have lasagna in your mouth.” Nyx chided.
Wanda watched as Billy shoved his fingers into the lasagna, turning it to mulch as he brought it to his mouth. Her baby seemed to be feeding his t-shirt more than himself.
“You ready for me to pretzel you?” Wanda countered.
Nyx grinned, “Just say you want to wrap your legs around me.” She said softly.
“That’s later.” Wanda promised with a wink.
“We can hear you, man. Come on.” Orion complained as he walked in. “I mean, your kids are right there.”
“You know what,” Nyx decided. “I think you should spar with Orion first, then me. He can be a good warm up.”
“Excuse me?” Orion asked, offended. “I would obliterate Wanda.”
Wanda tilted her head dangerously, raising a brow. The man gave her a defiant grin.
“Oh it’s on, Ri.” Wanda said. “Tonight, you’re going down.”
X—X—X—X—X
‘Good evening people of all ages.’ Steve said, the mic volume significantly softer than usual. ‘Welcome back to Styx’.
The crowd cheered. It was a full house, especially given that today was the grand reopening of Styx. It hadn’t taken Astraeus two years to get the physical space ready. But everyone needed a little break from the violence. Nyx declared that she would only reopen it once everybody was ready. If a single person needed more time, they would wait. It was immediately accepted.
Ironically enough, it was Nyx that needed the most time. She’d spent the last two years in therapy about her past, moving on and preparing for the future.
‘As I’m sure you read on the news.’ Steve said dramatically, ‘The first half of tonight’s show will be family friendly. Astraeus’s bedtime is at eight o’clock, after which anybody with a child will be requested to leave. As advertised, our temporary daycare will be active up until the duration of all the matches. Please make sure to give your details to security up in Charon.’
The crowd roared in approval, mostly filled with kids, teenagers, and parents. Even Bruce, Diana, and Clark had brought Dick and his younger brothers Jason and Tim.
‘For our first match, we have a brand new debut. Allow me to introduce you to, The Scarlet Witch.’
Wanda stepped into the ring, grinning as the crowd cheered for her.
“MAMA” She heard Billy shriek in delight.
She turned to the sound of his voice, he and Tommy both were in Nyx’s lap. Her sons were wearing comically large headphones to cancel the noise of the place. She waved at her family, blowing them a kiss while Steve introduced Orion. She smiled at Nyx’s appreciative gaze. She may or may not have worn her outfit according to that. Scarlet sports bra and tights lined with black patterns. On the waistband, a custom wimple etched in bright red. Wanda’s hair was braided, scarlet makeup in the form of flowy wisps covering the top part of her face. The tips of her fingers were smudged black, an homage to her wife.
“Is that a designer costume?” Orion demanded, “Why didn’t I get a designer costume?”
Wanda poked her tongue out at him, “Perks of being a billionaire CEO.”
“That’s classism.” Orion said in offence, making the sokovian laugh.
“If you win, I’ll ask Emma to make you a designer outfit.” Wanda promised, “If you lose, you wear the onesie I’ll have made for the next ten matches.”
Orion grinned, “Deal. Steve, you heard?”
Steve nodded, “You’re on mic, Ri. Everyone heard.”
Wanda laughed with the crowd as Orion blushed
‘The rules are simple.’ Steve said into the mic. ‘Submission or tap out. No cheating, no sneak attacks. I’m looking at you, Orion.’
“This is bullying.” Orion complained, smiling.
‘Alright. Begin!’
Wanda breathed out, focusing on Orion’s form. She watched him run to her, obviously a little cautious. She grinned as she leaped into his space, making him flinch. She used that moment to grab his waist, twist behind him, and suplex him into the sand. The crowd roared at that, Wanda grinning.
“HELL YEAH” Nyx roared with approval, “THAT’S MY WIFE.”
Wanda felt her face burn as Nyx unashamedly cheered for her. Her sons following the brunette’s example and screaming for their mother.
Fuck. She loved them.
Orion stood up quickly, twisting his back.
“How did you learn that?” Orion demanded, far more cautious.
“My wife trained me, Orion.” Wanda said smugly.
Orion looked offended, “I thought she didn’t do ‘training’.” he grumbled.
“She does for her wife.” the sokovian retorted. “Come on, enough talking.”
“I won’t take it easy on you.” Orion said.
Wanda smiled, “I would be hurt if you did.”
Orion ran to her, a high kick that Wanda ducked under. Fuck, the man was fast. She thanked every single day Nyx trained her. The only reason she was able to keep up with him was because she had become accustomed to Nyx’s speed. She tried to sweep his feet but he flipped back.
Fucking house of athletic gymnasts.
Due to the fact that there were children present, neither Orion nor Wanda were using jabs or attacks. They would redirect instead of counter, almost like a dance. Grappling was fair game. Wanda cursed when she kicked too low, allowing Orion to catch it and throw her away.
“OH YOU PIECE OF SH-“
Wanda giggled as Diana and Clark, both held Nyx back physically, Clark covering Nyx’s mouth as she yelled profanities at a smug Orion. Billy and Tommy were in Dick and Bruce’s lap, Nat sitting beside them.
She stood up, using the top of her palm to redirect a hook that Orion had sent her way, she twisted her hand to grab his wrist and judo flip him on the ground. Orion let out a huff of breath as he laughed. Wanda quickly straddled his chest and pinned his hands.
Orion bucked his hips, trying to throw Wanda off, but she clung to him, adjusting just as Nyx had taught her. She shrieked as Orion threw himself onto the ground, Wanda with him. The sokovian spat out sand as she glared at him.
Orion raised his hands to goad her, “Come on Scarlet Witch.”
Wanda smiled, walking up to him calmly. Orion stood, confused. He shrieked when she jumped onto him, hugging his torso.
“Get off me!” Orion complained, trying to find a way to buck Wanda off but she clung onto him.
Eventually she got onto his back again, wrapping her thighs around his legs. He crumpled to the ground. Wanda knew the only reason she was able to currently get the upper hand was because he wasn’t allowed to use jabs and punches. She got him in a chokehold, gritting her teeth so she didn’t accidentally bite her tongue. His head accidentally hit her chin, making her shriek a little before she adjusted, tightening her hold. She was holding on with all her strength, praying he submitted quickly before her stamina ran out. The moment she felt his body slump as he gave up, tapping Wanda’s arm, she let him go.
Wanda was gasping for breath beside Orion as the crowd cheered. He flopped onto her stomach making her laugh.
“Cheater.” He grumbled, grinning as he panted.
“We’ll have a rematch when the kids aren’t there.” Wanda promised.
“I’m not wearing that onesie,” Orion said, helping Wanda up.
“You definitely are.” Steve laughed stepping onto the stage.
‘Give it up for our wonderful contenders. The winner is The Scarlet Witch!’ He said, raising Wanda’s hand making her giggle.
He was acting as though this was a Rocky movie. Although, given how the crowd was eating it up, it was working.
She walked off to where her kids were sitting on Bruce and Dick’s lap, giving them a kiss each and nodding as they spoke about her fighting.
Wanda took a deep breath in, bracing herself. “You can let her go now.” Wanda said.
The moment Diana and Clark unleashed Nyx, the brunette sprinted towards Wanda, picking her up and launching her in the air. Wanda shrieked in delight, laughing as Nyx caught her.
“That. Was. So. Hot.” Nyx as she peppered kisses all over Wanda’s face.
“Alright, alright.” Orion grumbled, “Keep it PG. We got kids here.”
‘Next is the event I think all the members in our younger audience have been waiting for.’ Steve said, grinning as the kids cheered. ‘All children between ages thirteen and nineteen, if you have signed up. Please bring your tickets and make your way to the ring.’
Nyx laughed, “Terrified.” she admitted, “What if I accidentally launch a kid into orbit?”
Wanda snorted, “Try not to do that. I can’t do that much paperwork.”
She took her children onto her lap as Dick, Jason, Tim, and a bunch of other kids made their way to the ring. Maybe around ten or so. All of them wearing shorts and working out clothes. They stood in a line as Circe checked out their ticket and let them into the ring. Steve knelt on the sand as he made each kid wear gloves of their size, head gear, and other martial art gear.
Wanda snorted at the army of teenagers ready to beat the shit out of her wife.
‘Fighting the kids will be our very own celebrity, Midnight.’ Steve said, gesturing towards Nyx who dramatically ran to the ring, high-fiving every kid there.
‘You will have fifteen minutes. Your gloves have marks that will show up on Midnight’s body. The one with the most marks will win a free lunch at Phlegathon and a brand new tablet, courtesy of Wayne Industries.’
Nyx snorted at Steve’s announcer voice. Wanda laughed at the sight of Steve reading the instructions from a piece of paper.
Nyx wore elbow and knee guards, but other than that was in her signature sports bra and shorts. When Steve rang the bell, the younger kids yelled and ran to Nyx. Most of the younger ones came up to her stomach, so Wanda could tell her wife would mostly have to avoid groin shots. The older kids watched as Nyx dodged every punch and kick. Wanda laughed as Nyx simply just jumped over most of them, flipping carefully.
Then, the older kids got involved. It was surprising how much more skilled they seemed to be. It seems that they must have had some training. Wanda watched in awe as her wife ducked and weaved between hands and feet, sometimes picking kids up or gently pulling them out of the way of other kid’s attacks.
Then something shifted. The Wayne kids began. Nyx stopped just dodging, so far none of the kids had been able to lay a hand, but Tim and Jason forced the woman to use her forearms and wrists to guide them away. Dick laughed as he joined. It was clear the boy had significant martial arts training.
Within minutes, most of the kids were already tired. They had been given instructions that they could leave the ring to rest and enter after a three minute timer. Soon, it was just the three of them.
Wanda watched as a lot of the kicks and punches almost landed, Dick gracefully flipping off his younger brother to almost hit Nyx in the face. She grabbed his wrist and flipped him, making him land on his feet. She swept Jason’s feet from under him, who let out a laugh as he kick flipped back up. The crowd cheered when Dick finally grazed Nyx’s shoulder when Tim had launched himself at her.
When Jason punch her she grabbed his wrist, her other hand gently pushing his elbow up. Wanda watched Nyx say something quickly, the boy nodding as he tried again. The sokovian let out a laugh, only Midnight would train children in the middle of a match. As soon as the timer was over, kids reentered the ground, a lot more cautious now… well, the elder ones. The younger one threw themselves at Nyx. At one point Nyx lunged to grab a kid’s shorts who almost fell face first into sand. The crowd laughed as Nyx began to poke and push kids into comical positions. A girl had her pony tail flicked so it covered her face, a boy fell onto the sand after spinning in a three-sixty.
Nyx was somehow altering force and combat between the kids. The crowd roared when Tim managed to mark Nyx’s thigh. Soon more and more kids began marking Nyx. The brunette grinned as she paused a little too long, just enough that a thirteen year old girl who had been a little further from the main action could mark Nyx. She pretended to be upset by every mark, squinting when Dick managed to mark her cheek.
Wanda laughed as Nyx grabbed Tim by the shorts and yanked him in front of her, Jason’s mark going on his brother’s chest instead of the brunette. Since it made the kids laugh, Nyx decided to do more of that, colouring the kids in different colours until Dick signed something to Nyx, too quickly for the sokovian to notice. Nyx nodded, letting out an exaggerated ‘oof’ as Jason pinned her to the ground.
“Now!” Tim yelled.
All the kids practically pounced onto the woman, making her laugh as the marked every possible exposed part of her skin with light punches. By the time that the timer rang, Nyx was giggled, completely covered in black, blue, and red marks. From her cheeks and chin, to her toes and the soles of her foot.
Steve walked in laughing, ‘I think I’ll have to call it a draw. Everybody wins.’
The kids all cheered as Nyx laughed, Dick on her shoulders. Given that the boy was probably thirteen and had begun to his growth spurt already made it even funnier.
The guardians slowly came to collect their children, some requesting pictures with Nyx, looked confused but agreed nonetheless. Since it was Styx’s ‘bedtime’, the crowd was thinning. Different people began entering, giving a completely covered Nyx amused glances.
“That was so much fun,” Dick said excitedly.
Nyx was holding Jason and Tim’s hand as they walked to their group of friends.
“Dad, dad, Midnight taught me how to throw a proper hook kick.” Jason said grinning.
Bruce raised an eyebrow, “Oh?” he asked amused, “I didn’t see you use it.”
“She told me it might hurt some of the other kids.” Jason explained with an exaggerated patience that made Diana laugh.
“That much should have been obvious, Bruce.” Diana said with mock seriousness as she kissed his cheek.
“Yeah Bruce,” Clark teased, also kissing his boyfriend’s cheek. “That should have been obvious.”
“Right,” Bruce said playfully grumpy, “My apologies.”
The moment Dick hopped off Nyx’s shoulders, there were screams from Billy and Tommy. They jumped onto their mom’s sweaty body, making the brunette laugh.
Tommy climbed onto Nyx’s shoulders in record time, Billy hanging from one of Nyx’s arm.
“Maa.” Billy said scrunching his nose like his sokovian mother, “Taste funny.”
Wanda giggled, “Don’t taste her, baby.”
Billy ignored his mother, his mouth attempting to swallow Nyx’s shoulder whole. Nyx looked at her son, unimpressed. She picked him up by his t-shirt and dangled him in front of her, making the boy giggle. She cooed when he grabbed her face and began kissing her nose. She laughed when her son licked up her face, from her chin to her brow.
“Did you have Tommy’s chocolate already?” Nyx asked suspisciously.
Wanda laughed when Billy shook his head vehemently.
“HE DID.” Tommy screamed.
“Alright,” Nyx said laughing. “Bed time for both of you. Auntie Nat is on baby sitting duty.”
Billy squealed in glee, blowing a raspberry on Nyx’s neck when she held him in her arms.
“You coming?” Nyx asked.
Wanda shook her head, “I’m going first.” she reminded her wife.
Nyx’s eyes widened, “I’ll shower quickly and be back.”
X—X—X—X—X
Nyx burst into the Styx med-bay, eyes wild as Wanda met eyes with the brunette.
“Did I miss it?” Nyx asked panicked, letting out a groan of frustration when Wanda nodded.
“What took you so long?” Wanda asked, nursing an icepack to her side.
“Tommy somehow had a rush of energy,” Nyx sighed, taking the icepack from Wanda and pressing it a little more. “And Billy wanted some cuddles while Nat read them a bedtime story.”
Wanda winced as Nyx wiped a cut on the red head’s back. Sighing as she gently put ointment on the sokovian’s back.
“Okay, enough about that.” Nyx said excitedly, “How did it go?”
Wanda grinned, “First one I won.”
“Against?” Nyx asked.
“Mel.” Wanda said grinning.
Nyx laughed, “I bet she didn’t enjoy that.”
Wanda shook her head, “I managed to surprise her with the nerve thing.”
“Pressure points?” Nyx supplied.
Wanda nodded, “The second was a rematch with Orion.”
“And?” Nyx asked intrigued.
“That bastard finished the match in under a minute.” Wanda grumbled.
Nyx laughed, kissing her wife softly.
“I’ll pay him back for you if you want.” Nyx suggested.
Wanda shook her head, stretching her arm. “I’ll get him back next week. I want you to teach me the close up one. You know which one?”
“Wing chun?” Nyx asked, “That’ll take three and a half weeks for you to be able to apply it, baby.”
Wanda pouted, “Whyyy?” She whined.
Nyx chuckled, sitting on the bed beside her wife.
“Because,” Nyx said softly, “You need time to imprint into your muscle memory.”
Wanda pouted even more, “You still haven’t shown me the strengthening techniques.”
Nyx laughed, tilting her head back. “Haven’t I?”
Wanda frowned, “What do you mean?”
Nyx grinned excitedly, “Let me show you.”
Wanda laughed as Nyx brought the sokovian out of the med bay and towards the corner where contenders could rest and relax before fighting. There were a few weighted plates and dumbbells where contenders could get a quick pump and warmup before they entered the ring. Wanda could hear the cheers of the crowd. It was Bruce’s childhood friend Oliver Queen against Clint Barton.
“Alright,” Nyx said grinning. “We’re going to do weighted pushups and I’m going to have Orion here be my witness.”
“That’s what you dragged me for?” Orion asked, “Dude, I was watching Oliver and Clint fight. They’re good.”
“Trust me,” Nyx said. “You’ll wanna see this.”
Wanda frowned, getting into a push-up position.
“Eyes closed.” Nyx said.
When Wanda closed her eyes, Nyx put a plate on her body.
“That’s a twenty five pound plate.” Nyx said, “Start. You’re going till failure.”
Wanda hear Orion object but Nyx shut him up quickly. Wanda began, thinking. At the moment, she could only do thirty seven pushups with weights.
“I’m adding another twenty five.” Nyx warned, before slowly adding.
Wanda groaned at the weight, but continued. Her core burned at the effort of keeping her stable.
“I’m adding another ten.” Nyx said.
Wanda didn’t have time to adjust when Nyx added it. Fuck. That definitely felt heavier than ten pounds. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as she pushed herself, her arms trembling.
Wanda managed to do fifteen more, forty two in total, before she collapsed. She felt Nyx quickly pick sixty pounds worth of weighted plates off her back before she fell on the floor.
“What the fuck was that.” Orion screeched.
Wanda opened her eyes as she sat up, even more exhausted than after her match. Her eyes glanced at the plates when she widened.
“You lied to me!” She gasped, glaring at her wife. “You made me do seventy five pounds instead of sixty.”
Nyx grinned smugly, “Baby. Look at the plates again.”
Wanda frowned, looking at the plates. They looked like normal plates you’d find at the gym. She looked at the number before her eyes slowly widened. Kgs. Not Lbs.
“Seventy five kilograms?” Wanda breathed.
Nyx nodded, “Thats a hundred and sixty five pounds.”
“How the fuck.” Orion repeated. “HOW.”
Wanda looked at her wife, completely baffled.
“A mixture of strength conditioning, tendon strengthening, and psychology.” Nyx said proudly, explaining to Orion. “You can lift a lot more than you realise. It’s how people fly across the room if they suddenly get electrocuted. Or mom’s lift cars. It’s all about being able to control that strength consciously.”
Orion stared at Nyx, as did Wanda. Her wife was truly insane.
“So your gorilla strength..” Orion said.
Nyx frowned at the adjective but answered nonetheless, “Yeah. A lifetime of conditioning. I can consciously exceed the natural force my body withholds.”
“Why don’t people do it all the time?” Orion asked.
“Cause it damages the body..?” Wanda guessed, remembering how completely sore Nyx was when she had to go all out.
Nyx nodded at her wife, “There’s a reason your body keeps you under control. You can tear tendons, rupture vessels, even begin haemorrhaging if pushed too much for too long. It’s all about gradually building up to it safely. I didn’t have that luxury. It takes months if not years to get to what I had to figure out in weeks.”
Wanda frowned, cupping her wife’s face. “Thank you.” she whispered.
“For what?” Nyx asked confused.
“Just, being my amazing wife.” Wanda said with a soft smile.
“Uh.. so can I use this?” Orion asked, effectively breaking the moment.
Nyx sighed while Wanda rolled her eyes. “I’ll teach you how, Orion.” Nyx said, huffing out a laugh as the man yelled fuck year.
“Wait,” Wanda asked pulling back, “Have you been teaching our kids this?”
Nyx laughed, “How many two year olds do you know that can climb people by themselves, jaan?”
“Nyx Maximoff-Rogers,” Wanda said sternly, “You will not turn our children into super soldiers.”
Nyx smiled, “Soldiers? No. But I will make sure there will never come a day where their strength fails them. Where they regret not having moved faster, punched harder. I refuse to let our children feel helpless or cornered.”
Wanda sighed, “It’s hard to disagree when you frame it like that.” she grumbled.
Nyx huffed out a laugh, the crowd suddenly cheering catching her attention.
“Come on.” Nyx said, lifting her wife. “You’ll wanna watch the next match.”
Wanda chose to scream in frustration instead of finishing the sentence. Nyx smiled, she washed her hands and walked to her wife who laid down on the couch, fuming. She knelt beside Wanda and moved the hair out of her red-faced wife. Wanda let out a soft exhale as Nyx gently kissed her cheek, melting when Nyx moved to kiss her baby bump. The simple act was so intimate that Wanda forgot all about the idiot.
“Thank you.” Wanda breathed.
Nyx hummed, moving to remove Wanda’s socks.
“I’m smelly.” Wanda warned, but she may as well have not spoken.
Nyx kissed her shin before massaging the soles of Wanda’s. The sokovian let out a moan of relief.
“Oh god, I love you.” Wanda groaned. “That feels so good.”
Nyx nodded, “I bet. My love has been busy being a badass CEO, huh?”
Wanda hummed.
“Wanna talk about your day?” Nyx asked.
Wanda hummed again.
“You wanna just chill for a bit?”
Wanda hummed again.
Nyx giggled, making the sokovian smile. Nyx said nothing for a bit, chuckling when she heard her wife’s snoring. She must have slept for at least forty five minutes because a knock on the door woke her up with a little snort. Nyx walked from their little kitchen to open the door, giving Wanda a second to wipe her drool before she opened the door. Orion stood, holding his phone up.
“And this is the home of Wanda and Ny- Hey, Give me my phone back!”
Nyx snatched his phone, staring at the livestream. She pressed a coupe of buttons before she groaned in frustration.
“Shut this, Orion.” Nyx said.
“No.” Orion said.
“Fine.” She growled. “Wanda,-“
“The pit, please.” Wanda said with a yawn.
“As the queen wishes.” Nyx said, lifting Orion above her head.
“AHHH LOOK AT THIS HULK OF A WOMAN PICKING ME UP” Orion yelled, pointing the camera at Nyx.
“Yeah, she- oh my god that’s gross. Can you not sexualise my si-“
“What are you talking about?” Nyx demanded, entering the bunker.
The moment she entered the bunker, people who noticed started cheering.
“Down with the TikTok bastard!” Mel cheered.
Baffled, Orion recorded the whole seen as Nyx yeeted (Yote?) the boy into the foam pit. He screeched all the way in.
Wanda laughed as he stuck his head up, a foam cube moulded into his hair.
“OH ITS OUT IT OUT!” Mel screeched, looking at her computer.
Wanda excitedly ran to the sofa Mel was sitting on. Pretty much everyone else joined her. Everyone was excited to read the article Lois Lane had written about Nyx. Well, except for Nyx. The woman paced back and forth nervously.
“I don’t think we have to read it.” Nyx tried.
“Shut up, we’re reading it.” Wanda said giggling.
Orion came out of the pit, flopping onto Mel’s lap, but the woman shoved him off. Orion simply laid down on the other side, his head on Wanda’s lap. Wanda absentmindedly removed the dirt from his hair. While focused on the computer screen, Orion brought out a long comb from his pocket as he sat on the floor between the sokovian’s legs. Wanda began to section his hair, braiding the thick hair.
Nyx Maximoff-Rogers, commonly known in Astraeus as Midnight, at first may seem like an intimidating, aggressive-
“Oh god I can’t take this.” Nyx said, breathing heavy.
Mel paused as she glanced at Nyx who was breathing heavy, sitting in the corner. She glanced at Wanda and the both of them had a same idea. Wanda pecked Orion’s forehead, braids half done. They both stood up, much to everyone else’s displeasure. And sat on either side of Nyx. Orion and Circe clambered behind, Wanda moving onto her wife’s lap while Circe sat beside the brunette and Orion sat on top of her. Circe continued braiding Orion’s hair, where Wanda had left it. Focusing on getting his tight coils under control.
Nyx gripped onto Wanda like one would a stuffed toy. Mel spoke, her tone a lot more gentle this time.
Such an observation may crumble moments after a single interaction with Nyx Maximoff-Rogers. A brave woman from humble beginnings who, instead of using her fortune to build an empire, built something far more daunting instead. A home.
Nyx blinked as Mel kept on reading, tears forming in her eyes. Steve, who was sitting opposite Nyx also seemed to get similarly emotional. At one point, Wanda burst into tears, peppering kisses all over her wife’s face.
When Mel was finished reading, she wiped her eyes. “That Lois Lane woman…” she said, “She knows how to write.”
A few watery chuckles came from the group that was sitting on the floor, surrounding Nyx.
“She didn’t even talk about Astraeus.” Nyx sniffled. “We spoke about it for over an hour.”
“She told you, detka.” Wanda said, “The article was about you, not Astraeus.”
Nyx nodded as she closed her eyes, her wife in her lap and surrounded by her family. Wanda watched in real time as the tears stopped and Nyx’s breathing evened out. She realised how exhausted and scared about the paper Nyx must have been to have fallen asleep on the floor after a good cry.
“I take it this means more people here?” Jason whispered, “We’re going to have to double down on the security.”
Wanda nodded, “I’ll speak to Bruce and see if we can get something arranged. Steve, how are the gym memberships for Acheron?”
“All time high.” Steve said tiredly, “We’re almost at capacity. And there have been multiple requests for.. Midnight to attend an event at Styx.”
Wanda sighed, the moment her baby bump was visible, Nyx had made an announcement to the family that she was retiring from fighting. Despite Wanda saying she didn’t want that, Nyx insisted that it was what she wanted. But Wanda knew, she saw the longing looks Nyx gave the ring when she thought Wanda couldn’t see her.
“She already said no.” Orion said frowning, “Who’s been asking?”
Steve sighed, “Some rich folks and martial arts enthusiasts. They want the ‘Midnight’ experience.”
“She is not some fucking ride at the park they can enjoy.” Jason growled, “Did you ban them?”
Steve shook his head, raising his hands when there were quite sounds of outrage.
“Listen.” Steve said tiredly, “It’s not just them. Ever since she went viral people have wanted to see more of her. It’s everybody.”
“I thought we were exclusive?” Mel asked.
“Phlegathon, is.” Steve nodded. “But Nyx refused to gatekeep Styx. She’s the one who insisted everyone should be able to watch.”
Mel fondly glared at the fast-asleep Nyx right beside her. Soft snores coming from the brunette.
“How’s the paparazzi situation from last week?” Circe asked Wanda.
“It’s died down a little.” Wanda said, “But I’m guessing after the article, it’s going to go back up.”
“How come they don’t come after you?” A kid asked curiously.
Wanda smiled, “There’s lots of rich ceo’s. There’s only one Nyx.”
“I’m guessing it doesn’t help that she spends all that money on us..” Damian, another kid, said guiltily.
“I’m gonna kick your ass if you keep talking like that, Dami.” Orion warned.
“I mean it.” Damian insisted. “You all read the article. Nyx was a multi-millionaire. And now, I have more money than she does. And I’m twelve.”
“Draga,” Wanda said softly, making Damian pout tearfully, “You can’t blame yourself for things that other people chose. Nyx chose it. The only thing any of us can do is respect the wishes of those who love us and follow our path.”
“Besides,” Wanda said a little more playfully. “Nyx may not have money, but I certainly do. More than my wife ever did. Much more. Much Much Much Much..”
Wanda poked Damian’s ribs with every ‘much’, making the boy giggle. They all froze when Nyx moved slightly, shifting her head until she slowly laid her head on Mel’s lap. Mel immediately gave everyone the middle finger, smugly smiling at the jealous looks she received. Wanda resumed speaking when Nyx’s snores returned.
“I have more than enough money to buy Astraeus several times over.” Wanda reassured. “I mean, It’s ridiculous. Nobody should have this much.”
“Why do you have it then?” Orion asked intrigued.
Wanda sighed, looking at her belly, “Because as much as I love my wife and her philosophy, I plan for the future. For all of our futures. This money may seem excessive if you think it’s just for me. But you all are a part of my family, just as much as I am of yours. If you were to divide it equally for the future, it never seems enough.”
“Hey, I’m good. I have money saved.” Steve said defensively, making Circe snort.
“Can you write a check for three hundred million?” Circe countered. “Cause I’ve literally seen Wanda do that.”
“What on earth is that expensive?” Mel whispered.
Wanda shrugged, “I was sending some relief aid to Sokovia.”
“Speaking of,” Orion said, “We haven’t seen the better looking Steve in a while.”
“Hey,” Steve protested, “Come on, man. I even got that haircut you recommended.”
Wanda nodded, she had to admit the fade and stylised beard suited Steve Trevor immensely.
“You look dashing, Steve.” Wanda reassured. “My dad said he’ll be coming back sometime next week.”
Steve nodded, scratching his beard. “Okay, but what do we do about Styx?”
Wanda sighed, “I’ll try speaking to her one more time.”
“And the public?” Orion asked, “Cause part of the reason I’m becoming an influencer is so that Nyx doesn’t have to.”
“How are the two related?” Jason demanded.
“I’m charismatic.” Orion said defensively. “Plus I can also rock a good denim jacket and all black outfit.”
“What about the earrings?” Mel teased.
Orion shuddered, “No thanks. No sharp things inside me please.”
Jason snorted, wincing when another adult nudged him.
Steve smiled, looking at Nyx’s sleeping form. “You know, I still can’t get over the fact that Nyx will now fall asleep on any surface possible as long as Wanda is within physical contact.”
Circe nodded, “I remember having to add some extra strong sleeping pills just to get her to pass out for an hour.”
“You drugged my wife?” Wanda demanded, inwardly smirking as Circe froze.
“It was.. for her own good.” Circe protested. “Crazy bitch didn’t sleep for days. Sitting in that corridor during the nights when she wasn’t on patrol.”
Wanda sighed, looking at her wife’s sleeping form.
“Alright, so it’s agreed?” Mel asked quietly. “Midnight is dead and Nyx has vanished.”
Wanda snorted, “Maybe don’t phrase it like that.”
Mel grinned, “but you agree, right? Unless she agrees to joining, we pretend like we have no idea who they’re talking about.”
X—X—X—X—X
2 days later
“Wanda,” Nyx panted, “please. please.”
Wanda pulled back, smiling wickedly as Nyx let out a groan of frustration.
“Please what, Nyx?” Wanda asked innocently.
Wanda watched her wife, sprawled on the bed, completely naked, tug against the restraints in frustration.
“Please let me cum.” Nyx begged.
Wanda straddled her wife’s lap, smiling as Nyx’s breath hitched at the sudden friction.
“How many times have you been edged already?” Wanda asked sternly.
“Seven.” Nyx said miserably.
Wanda leaned over, her breasts pressing against Nyx’s.
“And how many times did you break a simple rule?” Wanda whispered dangerously.
Nyx’s breath increased at the proximity. From here, Wanda could see how dilated her wife’s pupils were.
“Ten.”
Wanda nodded, an expression of mocking sympathy.
“And what was the rule you broke?” Wanda asked.
Nyx looked away.
“Look at me.” Wanda snarled, grabbing Nyx’s cheeks with one hand.
“I spoke badly about myself.” Nyx cried out. “I’m sorry.”
Wanda nodded, pecking her wife’s lips softly, smirking as Nyx whimpered when Wanda moved her hips a little.
“Three more.” Wanda promised, kissing Nyx’s cheeks. “You can be my good girl and take it, right?” She asked cooing.
Nyx nodded.
“Say it.” Wanda growled.
“I’ll be your good girl and take it, my queen.” Nyx breathed.
Wanda crawled back, humming at Nyx’s taste. The brunette groaned at the sensation. By the time Wanda had edged her three more times, the sokovian was aching.
“Please let me cum, pleasplease.” Nyx babbled as Wanda climbed up.
The sokovian was panting as she straddled her wife’s face.
“Think you can make me cum before I reward you?” Wanda gasped, leaning back.
Nyx nodded enthusiastically, tugging at the ropes. Wanda let out a sigh as she settle down on her wife’s face. The burning ache relieving at the feeling of her wife’s tongue against her core.
Wanda cried out as Nyx sucked on her clit messily, moaning.
“Fuck, yes, baby.” Wanda gritted, moaning “Make me feel good. Make mommy feel good.”
Wanda froze at the sudden term, but the way Nyx moaned loudly was far more surprising. Nyx doubled her speed, making the sokovian scream at the intense stimulation, hurtling her towards her orgasm. Her body froze as the orgasm wrecked through her, making her jerk again and again as she slowed her movements.
Wanda opened her eyes, as she got off Nyx’s face. But Nyx’s glazed eyes and face smeared in the red head’s cum, Wanda needed her wife again.
Without any prompting, Wanda swung her leg to straddle Nyx’s hips. Wanda frowned, Nyx was pretty far gone.
“Baby?” Wanda asked gently, her voice raspy.
The only way she could tell Nyx heard her was by the slight fluttering of her eyes. She leaned forward, gently kissing her wife’s chin, and cheek, and nose.
“Can you hear my voice?” Wanda asked, “Come
back to me, baby”
Nyx’s eyes slowly became sharper as Wanda spoke, they finally moved to the sokovian, making her smile.
“Hey,” Wanda said softly. “Would you like to stop?”
Nyx shook her head slowly. “N-need you.” She whispered.
Wanda nodded, “what’s your colour, baby?”
“Gr..green.” Nyx said.
Wanda nodded, moving to sink down on Nyx.
“Oh.. fuck” she moaned, the feeling of Nyx’s thick length filling her.
Nyx let out a guttural moan, eyes rolling back as she was all the way in Wanda. Pregnancy had made Wanda hypersensitive. She even managed to cum just by dry humping a couple of times. But right now, Nyx’s eyes on her, flitting down to her baby bump every few seconds. She was in heaven.
She didn’t have the strength to move her hips, but she didn’t need to. Nyx was mobile enough to gyrate her hips upwards, making Wanda grunt with every thrust.
“You make mommy feel so good, baby” Wanda moaned, smiling at the loud moan her wife let out.
“You like it when I call myself that?” Wanda teased, panting. “You wanna call me mommy?”
Nyx bit her lip, increasing her pace, nodding frantically as Wanda got closer to the edge. The sokovian let her moans fall freely, chanting Nyx’s name as her voice increased in pitch.
She could tell Nyx was close, her breathing was incredibly shallow, a punishing rhythm as she fucked into Wanda.
“M-My clit.” Wanda moaned, “Baby.”
Amidst her pleasure, Wanda had forgotten that Nyx was tied to the bed. So when there was a loud snap, her eyes opened. Nyx had broken the rope, her control was fraying because she rubbed Wanda’s clit rather frantically, making Wanda scream as she arched her back.
“Come for mommy.” Wanda moaned.
“Oh fuck oh fuck Mommy” Nyx screamed, her back bowing off the bed.
The sound of Nyx calling her ‘mommy’ and the feeling of her wife letting go inside her as she came made Wanda’s vision turn white as she came. A rush of heat in her core as Nyx had been rubbing that spot deep inside her. Wanda exploded, as she came, squirting on Nyx’s length. She fell forward on her wife’s heaving chest. Short moans escaped the sokovian as aftershocks occasionally struck her.
A pang of frustration as she adjusted herself, the bump pressing against her in an uncomfortable. Tears fell she let out a frustrated groan, unable to find a comfortable position on top of her wife.
“Wanda? What’s wrong?” Nyx frowned.
“I don’t fit.” Wanda said, suddenly pissed at herself for crying and ruining the mood. “I don’t fucking fit on you anymore.”
Nyx gave an understanding nod, with a sharp tug, she freed her other hand and moved a little, guiding Wanda to lay beside her, curling into the brunette who laid on her side.
“Is that better?” Nyx asked gently.
Wanda nodded, pouting. “I’m sorry I ruined the mood.”
Nyx smiled, “Wanda, you fucked me so hard that I don’t think I can move my legs right now. You ruined nothing.”
“That good, huh?” Wanda asked, brows raised.
Nyx smiled shyly, nodding.
“And.. uh.. what about the whole ‘mommy’ thing?” Wanda asked, suddenly feeling vulnerable. “I know we didn’t talk about it before but.. what, what do you think?”
Nyx gulped, her breathing a little shallower as she thought about it. “I.. uh.. I liked it.” She said tightly.
Wanda raised an amused brow as she felt Nyx harden between her thighs.
“Seems like you like it a little more than that.” Wanda teased.
Nyx whined, burrowing her head in Wanda’s shoulder when the sokovian laughed.
“You’re fucking adorable.” Wanda said lovingly, caressing her wife’s back. “What would you like for aftercare, baby?”
Nyx shrugged, still nuzzling Wanda’s neck.
“How about a quick shower and then some cuddles?” Wanda suggested.
The sokovian smiled when she felt Nyx nod against her neck.
“Can you move your legs now?” Wanda asked.
Nyx paused for a second before shaking her head, making the sokovian giggle.
“You know, I’m starting to think you don’t want to shower and just wanna cuddle with mommy.” Wanda teased.
She giggled as the brunette whined into her neck, nuzzling further in. After around five more minutes of coaxing, Wanda convinced her wife to get up and get into the bathtub instead of the shower.
…
“You know, I was reading about water births.” Nyx began, shampooing her wife’s hair.
“Oh?” Wanda asked, eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation of her wife’s strong fingers massaging her scalp.
“It’s supposed to make the whole thing less painful and more relaxing. For both you and the baby.” Nyx said gently.
Wanda frowned, “Wouldn’t they risk the baby drowning?”
She felt Nyx shake her head behind her.
“It receives the oxygen it needs through the umbilical chord,” Nyx explained softly, even though Wanda’s hair was thoroughly lathered, the woman just massaged her hair. “That’s how it survives in the amniotic sac and in the tub until you lift it and cut the chord.”
Wanda shuddered at the thought.
“We don’t have to do it, of course.” Nyx said quickly. “I just thought of bringing it up cause it’s supposed to be more calming for you.”
Wanda nodded, “Are there any.. negative effects?”
“A few potential ones.” Nyx said immediately, moving to massage Wanda’s shoulders. “One, some said it can feel a little cramped in there. Second is the possibility of infection or a few other issues if there are any complications. There’s also the requirement of measuring the water constantly.”
Wanda hummed, “Have you given thought about the doula and midwife thing? I know we told Dr. Helen Cho our preferences, but I still wanted to confirm with you.”
Nyx paused for a second before continuing, making Wanda frown.
“I’m okay with whatever you are,” Nyx said a little too casually.
Wanda leaned forward a bit as she turned to her wife, Nyx had a slight guilty look.
“Baby,” Wanda said gently, “I would like your opinion. Even if I may not agree with it, I would still like to know.”
Nyx looked at Wanda, the red head was taken aback at the fear in the woman’s eyes.
“What if I mess up.” Nyx whispered, “I.. I don’t want to hurt you or the baby, Wanda.. I don’t- I don’t want to turn into him.”
Wanda leaned back against her wife’s chest and kissed the corner of her jaw, moving Nyx’s arms and wrapping them around her, she gently put her wife’s hands on her baby bump. She felt Nyx’s shuddered breath.
“You feel that?” Wanda asked gently.
Nyx nodded. Even now, Wanda could see how infinitely gentle Nyx was being. So much so that her wife’s hands were shaking.
“You see how gentle you are with me?” Wanda asked lovingly, tilting her head to look at her wife.
Nyx frowned in confusion.
“You wanna know the one thing I’ve been thinking about this whole pregnancy?” Wanda asked softly.
The brunette shook her head.
“How lucky I am that you’re my wife.” Wanda said adoringly. “And how lucky our baby is that you’re their mother.”
Nyx took in a sharp breath, “Wanda, I..”
“I know it brings up certain issues for you, my love.” Wanda said, kissing Nyx’s wet hand. “Not just your trauma but your dysphoria, your anxiety.”
Wanda raised Nyx’s hand for the both of them to see, “I have seen these hands rip people apart as though they were made of paper.”
Nyx looked away guiltily, but glanced when Wanda smiled.
“Yet,” Wanda said softly. “These hands have treated me with nothing but love and gentleness.”
Tears fell from the brunette as her lower lip trembled.
“Despite all you’ve done, Nyx.” Wanda whispered. “I don’t think for a single second that you’re capable of hurting anyone. Not because you’re physically incapable. But because that’s not who you are. You’re the woman who would build the people who took her in a home. You’re a mother. Naturally. Being a guardian, a caregiver. To a lot of people, including myself, it’s something you have to learn. But you? Baby it’s who you are. Who you have always been.”
Nyx nodded, sniffling. “I’m sorry.”
Wanda shook her head, “No, baby. No apologies. It’s okay to feel like this. Just come to me like you did, okay?”
The brunette nodded again.
“Now,” She said gently, “What are your thoughts on the doula vs midwife thing?”
Nyx let our a watery chuckle. “I.. I think a doula would make more sense, since we already have Dr. Cho for the medical part.”
Wanda smiled, nodding. “I agree.”
She leaned up to give her wife a soft kiss.
“Thank you, baby.” Wanda said. “I love you.”
Nyx gently washed the shampoo from Wanda’s hair, “I love you too, Wanda.”
Wanda hummed, “There’s.. something else. That I wanted to talk to you about.”
Nyx nodded as she helped Wanda out of the bathtub and into the shower.
“It’s about Styx.” Wanda said carefully.
Nyx frowned as she turned the shower on, “What about it?”
Wanda was temporarily distracted by the scalding hot water her wife was bathing in, changing the water to make it a little more tolerable. She ignored Nyx’s pout as she continued to speak.
“I know what you said your thoughts on getting back into the ring are.” Wanda said quickly, “But there’s a rather large demand for your return.”
Nyx snorted as she washed her hair, “I don’t give a shit about what the demand is.”
“It’s not just the public, detka.” Wanda said gently. “It’s our people, too. They… miss you.”
Nyx frowned, “I spend time with them literally everyday. Tonight, I’m literally covering for Mel cause her cramps are a little too bad.”
Wanda gave her a knowing smile, “You and I both know it’s different. I see how they feel when you’re in the ring. I know because I.. I feel the same way.”
Nyx looked at her wife, “Feel what way?”
Wanda looked at Nyx lovingly, “How you come alive. How we love watching you move… it’s like.. It’s like watching the constellations on a dark night. Like.. like watching something divine.”
Nyx looked amused, “Divine?”
“Shut up.” Wanda said blushing as she pushed her wife’s chest. “It’s true. You don’t just fight, baby. Each time you get into that ring? It’s.. It’s a lesson. It’s a…”
Wanda groaned against Nyx’s chest in frustration. Above her, the brunette chuckled.
“Loss for words, Mrs. CEO.” Nyx teased.
Wanda growled, nipping her wife’s nipple. She giggled when Nyx shrieked, laughing when the brunette jerked back, slipped, and fell on her butt.
Nyx glared at her wife from the ground, clearly failing to hide her own amused smirk.
“That was mean.” Nyx pouted, rubbing her nipple. “They’re sensitive.”
“Oh I’m aware.” Wanda teased.
Nyx rolled her eyes as she stood up, thinking about what her wife had said.
“How about you tell me why you don’t want to fight?” Wanda suggested, “We can figure it out from there?”
Nyx nodded, shutting the shower off.
“I..” Nyx began as they cuddled on the sofa in the hall, “I don’t want our baby to be surrounded by violence.”
Wanda snorted, “Baby, violence is a part of life.”
“I’m aware,” Nyx said dryly. “But there’s a difference between being pushed on the playground and being held at knife point on your way to school. Between getting a little too physical in a pillow fight with a friend and being forced to watch the life drain from someone’s eyes as you shove a knife deeper into their chest.”
Wanda shuddered at the imagery, making her wife smile understandingly.
“Wanda, the ring represented a fight for survival.” Nyx said, “I.. I don’t want our child to be forced to survive. I want them to live.”
“What about Orion?” Wanda asked suddenly.
Nyx frowned, “What about him?”
“You fought him in the ring, right?”
Nyx nodded, “Yeah?”
“Why did you fight him?” Wanda asked curiously, “Was it for survival?”
Nyx thought about it, shaking her head slowly, “He wanted to see who I was. What I was. He wanted recognition from those around him.”
Wanda smiled, “So the ring represents more than just survival?”
Nyx stared her wife, “Sneaky.” she muttered, making Wanda giggle.
“And Mel?” Wanda continued, staying on rhythm. “You fought her much brutally, right? Why?”
Nyx sighed, “She needed to realise the cost of clinging to hatred. To isolation.”
“So both times, you fought to teach them a lesson?” Wanda asked, “Seems pretty different than a grown man taking his anger out on his baby daughter under the pretence of a lesson.”
Nyx swallowed, nodding. “I.. I guess.”
“It seems to me,” Wanda said gently. “That the ring stopped being about survival a long time ago, Nyx. It became about communicating, in a way words never could. You made sure of that.”
“How many people died before you joined the ring?” Wanda asked.
Nyx huffed, “Too many. Almost every month.”
“And after?” she prompted.
Nyx looked at her wife with a sigh, “…None.. no innocents, at least.”
Wanda gave her wife a look, who grumbled.
“Fine.” Nyx conceded, “I see your point.”
“Oh baby, I haven’t made my point yet.” Wanda said smiling as she climbed onto her wife’s lap.
Nyx’s brows shot up, “You’re going to… seduce me into going?”
Wanda let out an open belly laugh, “As tempting as that is, No. That’s coercion.”
“Baby,” Wanda said as her giggles died down. “I want you to go to the ring because you want to. And don’t say no.”
Wanda warned as Nyx opened to deny it, quickly shutting the brunette up.
“I know what my wife wants.” Wanda said firmly, “I see your longing looks. I know you miss it, baby.”
Nyx looked like she wanted to argue, but she did something even more surprising, she agreed.
“Fine.” she said.
“Fine?” Wanda echoed, “What’s fine?”
“Fine, I’ll go back.” Nyx said quietly.
“Really?” Wanda asked, surprising Nyx by her excitement.
Nyx nodded, confused.
“OHMYGODOHMYGOD” Wanda squealed, peppering kisses over her wife’s face.
The brunette laughed, “Wait wait wait. I have a few conditions.”
Wanda raised an eyebrow, “You’re not doing me a favour, but I’m listening.”
Nyx smiled, “First, You choose who I fight.-“
“Deal.” Wanda said excitedly.
Nyx rolled her eyes, “Let me finish.” she giggled.
“Mhm mhm.” Wanda said.
“Second,” Nyx continued smirking. “I want to fight you..”
Wanda blinked, “What?” she demanded, looking down at her swollen belly.
Nyx laughed, “After, baby. Much much after. When you feel physically ready.”
“But that’s so longg” Wanda whined.
Nyx giggled, “Not that long. Anyway, last condition.”
Wanda nodded, pouting.
“I train you and our kids in the future.” Nyx said, a little more seriously.
Wanda frowned, “I don’t mind, but.. I thought you were against training me?”
“I was,” Nyx admitted. “But if we are to do this. I want to be able to teach you things that others won’t be able to. To teach you how to survive the worst without putting you through it.”
“Are you implying you’re a better fighter than Bruce?” Wanda asked teasing.
Nyx laughed, “Pure skill? Absolutely not. That man obsessively learns things that I can’t even pronounce. But Bruce hasn’t had the life I had.”
“Other than the money, what do you mean?” Wanda asked confused.
Nyx chuckled, “The biggest difference? Bruce learns what he does because of his oath. His drive. I learned because the alternate..”
“..Was death.” Wanda said, nodding. “I remember.”
“Yeah..” Nyx said.
“But is that something you can.. teach?” Wanda asked.
Nyx shrugged, “I’m not sure.. But.. it’s worth a try?” she asked hopefully.
Wanda smiled, kissing her wife softly. “Deal. But.. I have a condition.”
Nyx looked confused, “Which is..?”
“You stop hiding your tattoos from others.” Wanda said, grinning evilly.
Nyx’s eyes widened, “But.. But they’ll tease me..” Nyx protested.
Wanda laughed, “Baby, take it from me. You look fucking hot. Besides, I’m tired of buying concealer in bulk.”
Nyx rolled her eyes, raising her arm to look at her tattoos. A little under a month ago, she’d taken Wanda to a different city, telling her about her desire to get a tattoo that she’d always wanted. Her wife was more than understanding. However, Wanda teased Nyx for the entire time she got it.
“Fine.” Nyx huffed.
“Oh no,” Wanda threatened. “Not just fine. I want you to tell them what each flower means.”
Nyx looked at her wife horrified. “This.. this is blackmail.”
Wanda snorted, “Deal or no deal?”
Nyx sighed, “Fine. But please don’t show me the weird videos that people make.”
Wanda grinned, “Thirst traps. Well, technically I upload videos and they just make edits.”
“Is that how they got that video of me working out?” Nyx asked enraged.
Wanda laughed, “Oh baby, there’s so much more.”
Nyx rolled her eyes, “Fine. Whatever.” She pouted, “When’s my first fight?”
“Tonight.” Wanda grinned.
X—X—X—X—X
Welcome, everybody to Styx. Steve spoke into the mic.
After months of convincing, our very own Midnight, has agreed to her first ever match
Wanda winced at the roar of the crowd, adjusting her noise cancelling earbuds. She was very glad that Nyx had agreed today, because she’d spent the past week hyping the fight up. Ever since the article Lois published, she’d been telling everybody she knew. Practically her entire office was here. Andy and several of her men. Her father, Steve Rogers, sat beside the mafioso. All her friends had arrived on time, getting the best seats in the house. Even though she wasn’t particularly pleased about it, Vision and his ‘friends’ had arrived. Tony sitting with Steve. They added a lot of extra security, given how overcrowded tonight was.
“This has to be a fire hazard.” Orion grumbled. “What happened to family only?”
Wanda laughed, “You wanna fight her first?”
Orion laughed, “Fuck no. I’m going after she’s tired.”
Wanda snickered. After Nyx agreed to fighting, a bunch of Astraeus people lined up to fight her.
‘Now, usually, we give our fighters a fair chance.’ Steve said dramatically, ‘But our house members insisted they get a shot at our very own celebrity. Therefore, our first match will be Midnight and our newcomer, Jon Kant. AKA Superman. Proceeded by an endurance match with different members of Astraeus.’
Wanda ooh’d with the rest of the crown as Jon came onto the ring, wearing nothing but his workout shorts. He had wraps around his wrist going all the way to his forearm. He was incredibly muscular, almost bigger than Clark. He had his dog tags that he removed and handed to Steve in a dramatic fashion.
Wanda screamed in cheer as Nyx appeared behind Jon, outside the ring. Orion flinched before he noticed her, too. Suddenly the crowd increased in volume as more people saw her.
Wanda watched as Jon frowned, turning around and flinching at her suddenly there. She smirked as the crowd went quiet after she stepped into the ring.
“Holy shit.” Orion yelled.
Wanda had to agree, She had personally done her wife’s makeup. Instead of a black smudge on the top half of her face, it was sharp, almost resembling wings. It covered her eyes, nose, temples. Since Nyx had stopped sparring, she’d been obsessively working out. Meaning she’d put on a bunch of more muscle. Thanks to her meds, she looked significantly curvier. The most noticeable were her tattoos. Vines and leaves wrapping around her limbs and body. A few flowers in different places. Even from here, Wanda could see the camellia on her wife’s chest.
Nyx smiled at Jon, who grumbled, shaking her hand. Her thin black wraps covering up to her wrist.
‘I was supposed to announce you.’ Steve grumbled, momentarily forgetting he had the mic attached to his shirt.
Wanda smiled as the mic picked up Nyx’s laugh.
‘Alright, we’re going to start in three’ Steve counted.
When the match began, Jon ran to Nyx, who smirked, widening her stance. He attempted to tackle her, going low. The crowd cheered when Nyx didn’t move. She looked to Wanda and blew a kiss, making the sokovian laugh. In doing so, Jon momentarily gained the upper hand, managing to get her to the ground.
Nyx kicked him in the chest enough for him to jump back up. She stood up quickly, eyes on Jon. He approached again, this time with a quick jab and cross. Nyx fluidly ducked, weaving between punches.
Wanda’s eyes narrowed as she realised that her wife was playing with the man, enjoying the moment. She hadn’t tried going on the offence even once. She ducked under a high hook kick, quickly giving him her signature low sweep. He fell onto the sand, red faced.
He stood up, using his hands more. Wanda giggled as her wife used the top of her hand to redirect a punch, ducking underneath and quickly jabbing his side.
He growled, where as Nyx moved fluidly. Wanda suspected her wife had been training in secret because those certainly weren’t the moves of someone who hadn’t practiced in months.
“Fight me properly.” Jon yelled.
Nyx raised her hands in apology, getting into form. Wanda cheered with the crowd, stealing a few bites of Circe’s popcorn.
When she got into a more discernible fighting stance, Jon nodded approvingly before charging again. Wanda grinned as Nyx blurred in front of her, gasps from the crowd making her feel better about her reactions. She kicked Jon’s foot, who stumbled forward. With a controlled hit to the jaw, Jon was on the ground, out cold.
Wanda stood, cheering. She grabbed a wide eyed Orion as she shook him back and forth.
Nyx turned to Wanda, giving her an exaggerated flying kiss. Making the sokovian laugh, sit back blushing. Meanwhile, Circe helped Jon up, who grumbled as she took him to the med bay.
‘Next, as per special request. We have Melpomene and Orion who will fight Midnight together.’
Nyx looked at Steve bewildered, the man simply mimicked her earlier actions and blew her an exaggerated kiss.
“Go get her ass.” Wanda cheered as she slapped Orion’s shoulders.
The man grinned as he took off his hoodie and walked to the stage. Nyx looked genuinely delighted as she saw both of them walk into the ring.
Both, Mel and Orion, were wearing makeup similar to Nyx’s. While hers was pure black, Mel’s was midnight blue, and Orion’s was a dark emerald. His makeup less like a wing and more like sparks.
Wanda watched as Nyx said something to the two of them that she couldn’t here. They shook their heads, replying.
She watched the two go to either side, Nyx in the centre, clearly amused. This time, Steve didn’t bother with a countdown, Mel and Orion moved simultaneously. Wanda clapped gleefully at their synchronicity. After hours of Bruce hammering it into their heads, they moved fast. Almost as fast as Nyx.
Nyx tensed as Orion went for a high kick, where as Mel went for a lower sweep. She ducked under the kick but fell backwards under the sweep. The crowd cheered as she fell. Nyx stood back up with a smile, dusting the sand off her shoulder.
She took a few steps back, making it so they were both in her line of sight. This time, when they tried the same thing, Nyx lunged at Mel, stepping on her stomach, using the girl as a boost to land a kick on Orion’s chest.
Mel recovered first, lunging at Nyx with a punch. The brunette grabbed the girls wrist and spun, throwing her at Orion who had just gotten up.
Wanda cheered as Orion caught Mel as they tumbled to the ground. Nyx ran to them and jumped, higher than necessary, to land an axe kick. They had just enough time to untangle and roll to each side.
Wanda watched in fascination at the different fighting styles the three of them had. Orion used more kicks and powerful punches, where as Mel moved similar to Nyx. Fluid, quick jabs. Nyx dodged as many as she could. Wanda snorted when Nyx was punched in the stomach by Orion. She coughed, grinning.
She said something that both Orion and Mel stop smiling, looking at each other in alarm. Orion frowned, getting into a fighting stance. As did Mel. This time, Nyx sprinted to them. Mel sprinted first, going low. But Nyx rolled over the girls back, grabbing her under her arms and throwing her at Orion, a lot hard this time. Orion’s eyes widened as he ducked, not bothering to catch her. He sprinted, going for a hooked kick. But Nyx grinned widely, tightening her grip on the man’s ankle and yanked, throwing him into the sand.
Wanda snickered at the shriek Orion let out. The poor boy was tossed by Nyx more than anyone else. Mel recovered, just to flinch as Nyx practically materialised in front of her, grabbing her hand and judo flipping her onto the sand. Wanda watched in fascination as Nyx kept slamming Orion and Mel onto the ground in creative ways, not giving either a chance to recover.
After a minute of constant slamming, Orion tapped out, as did Mel. Good thing he did, because Nyx had head pressed him and was just about to throw him on Mel who was scrambling back.
Wanda watched in fascination, Nyx was in her element. Her eyes switched to Jason, a giant of a man, as he entered. She was breathing quickly, not heaving, but not calm breathing, either. Despite the chilly air, Nyx was sweating. Her skin glistening. Wanda bit her lip, avoiding the amused look Circe was giving her.
Wanda watched as Jason and Nyx fought. The man was built like a tank. Nyx quickly noticed her lighter jabs had no effect on him. He grinned, goading her to lift him. He even managed to get her onto the ground, where he pinned her in a submission hold. She watched her wife struggle for a moment before going still. Wanda frowned, but before she could think of anything, Nyx raised her legs explosively, breaking out of Jason’s hold. She rolled back and tugged hard, freeing one hand. She elbowed his side, hard. The man grunted, his grip loosening for a moment. Wanda knew from how she could hear the impact, that elbow was definitely not soft. His faltering was all it took for Nyx to move, breaking free of his hold. Jason quickly stood up, holding his side. She watched Nyx pause, eyes going to his side. She watched the brunette ask something, to which Jason nodded, moving his arm. She nodded.
Nyx moved again, ducking under a punch and use her index and middle finger to quickly jab Jason’s armpit.
Wanda watched as Jason’s arm fell to his side, limp. Nyx smiled predatorily, she lunged, her fingers moving faster than Jason could react. She jabbed her two fingers into Jason’s inner thigh. The man yelled as he fell back, his leg not moving. He grunted in pain as he used his good arm to tap out, making the crowd cheer.
Steve came to the ring, helping Nyx walk Jason to the side, where Circe had walked to, waiting. Wanda watched in excitement as Natasha walked into the ring, the kind of cheer from the crown instantly changing. She rolled her eyes as her best friend waved at the crowd. Nyx, who had been helping Jason by jabbing a few other places to get his limbs to work again, turned in confusion. Her eyebrows shot up at the sight of the Russian in the ring.
Wanda watched as Nyx walked back, trying to talk to Natasha. From the corner of her eye, Wanda noticed two more people were warming up. She hadn’t seen them before. Those two weren’t ones that Wanda had allowed, although she remembered Steve saying something about letting a few people from the crowd take a crack at Nyx.
Natasha walked to Nyx sultrily, the brunette stood confused, getting into fighting position. Wanda cackled at Natasha’s tempered surprised. She was probably used to fighting people who were.. well, not as obtuse as Nyx was when it came to seduction. Well, not that Nyx was ‘obtuse’. The woman just didn’t think other’s would flirt with her.
The match was relatively short, Nat jumped onto Nyx’s back, choking the brunette with a scissor hold. Nyx immediately slammed her back to the ground, knocking the wind out of Natasha, who rolled up gracefully. Nyx stood up, arms raised. Natasha charged at her, but Nyx was faster, much faster. She sidestepped the Russian and threw her out of the ring. Natasha laughed as she rolled onto her feet, raising her hands in surrender.
‘That’s all for our home fighters.’, Steve said into the mic, ‘Now we have two members from.. Lerna. They go by the Lerneans.’
Wanda watched as Nyx’s head snapped to Steve in alarm. At that moment, she felt someone sit beside her.
“Hello, Wanda. It’s been a while.” Baron Strucker said beside the woman.
There was a glint of metal that made Wanda freeze. She turned her head slightly, watching a hint of the gun pressed against her baby bump.
“Strucker.” Wanda gritted.
X—X—X—X—X
“Don’t scream, Wanda.” Strucker warned, eyes focused on Nyx. “I would hate to accidentally pull the trigger.”
Nyx’s eyes darted to the two fighters who were wearing robes as they stepped into the ring. She glanced at Wanda, freezing as her eyes bulged wide.
Even from this distance, Wanda could see her wife breathe her name, breathing fast.
‘The rules for this match will be different’ Steve said, not having noticed Nyx’s panicked expression.
Everybody was too hyped up, watching Nyx. Wanda shook her head gently, watching Nyx clench her jaw.
‘This time, We’re-’
Steve paused as Nyx waved him over.
“What is she doing.” Strucker gritted, “If she tries anything, I will kill you and your unborn baby.”
“She hasn’t noticed.” Wanda lied, hoping her fear hid the deception.
‘H-Hey everyone.’ Nyx said into the microphone, breathing heavy, ‘Sorry about the interruption. I just thought.. why not make it a little more interesting?’
The crowd cheered.
‘In Astraeus, we have a tradition.’, Nyx said, ‘We have a name for newcomers in the ring. A test of Styx. We call it, the Cerberus Protocol’
The crowd ooh’d. Wanda’s breath caught, from the corner of her eyes, she saw Orion look up in alarm. In fact, practically every member of Astraeus seemed to have become more alert.
‘In that, we draw blood.’. Nyx warned, ‘A test of Styx, to see if you can handle the strength and emerge invulnerable. So fair warning. Things may get brutal, but worry not. Everyone who enters Styx does it of their own consent. Let’s continue this tradition and have multiple members of the audience participate. Make it a really fair fight.’
The crowd cheered loudly, Wanda watch Strucker give a nod. At least a dozen people, all HYDRA members, stood from the crowd making their way to the ring.
Wanda looked at Steve who scanned the crowd casually, pausing for a split second when he spotted Wanda before continuing his scanning.
“Tell me, Wanda.” Strucker said casually, “How would you like to watch your wife die? Dismembered? Torn to shreds?”
Wanda fumed, refusing to speak.
Steve called out. ‘As Midnight stated, this tradition gets brutal. Those with sensitive stomachs, please make your way to the exits. This is not for the faint of heart. Now, let’s Begin.’
Wanda saw a few people walk out, not enough. But a few. Her eyes went back to Nyx, her hear broke. Nyx was removing the wraps from her hands as multiple people entered the ring. There was no longer a smile on her face. No, her eyes were cold. Calculating. She cracked her neck, stretching her body a little before she glanced around.
The moment Steve began the match, Nyx blurred. The man nearest to her let out a scream as she kicked his knee in. She punched him, hard. His jaw audibly cracking. There was a sudden silence throughout Styx, before screamed cheering.
If Wanda thought Nyx was moving before? Now, Nyx was practically a blur. Every person who had entered the ring had removed their shirt, revealing a tattooed octopus on their back. Nyx grabbed another man by the throat, crushing it, as she threw him towards a group, who fell. A man grabbed Nyx by the hair and slammed her head into the ground. She let out an audible growl before grabbing his wrist. With the way he yelled, Wanda suspected her wife had crushed it completely, throwing him into the crowd. A few people let out alarmed yells as they rushed away.
“What is she doing?” Strucker hissed, “This is barbaric.”
Wanda watched, wide eyed, as Nyx launched each Hydra goon into the crowd. She saw several members of the public take out their phones and record her wife. The ring was getting more and more empty. One, slightly smaller, Hydra goon was thrown so high he hit the ceiling, falling back onto the ground with a sickening thwack.
Members of Astraeus were no longer visible, even her friends had vanished. She briefly saw Clark and Diana guide people to the emergency exits.
Strucker was so busy watching Nyx, hit and get hit. He let out a snarl of satisfaction as one of the men hit her hard in the cheek, drawing blood. He growled when Nyx quickly punched the man in the chest, hard enough that it visibly caved in. Wanda realised that Nyx was making an especially brutal show to draw Strucker in. Which is why, he hadn’t even realised what was happening when Nyx yanked a man, throwing him with precision onto Strucker. Wanda cried out as the impact knocked her to the side.
In a split second, Steve picked her up, running away as Jon grabbed the gun Strucker had dropped.
“MIDNIGHT”, Orion yelled, “It’s done.”
Wanda watched as a switch flipped in Nyx. She was no longer going for spectacle. Immediately disabling people on the ring as she ran to Wanda. They seemed to have underestimated how many Hydra members there were, as even more people began attacking and running to Wanda.
However, this time. Astraeus intervened. Members burst in from the emergency exits, wielding non-lethal weapons and fighting. Wanda watched in horror as Styx was turned into a battle field. A man tried to tackle Wanda but Steve tackled him, both of them falling down the bleachers. Her eyes widened as another man snarled, running to her. There was a whooshing sound as a rod embedded itself into the man’s skull. Wanda shrieked as he fell, turning to Nyx who was trembling with rage, eyes wide, focused on the man that she just killed. Another goon hit her temple, making her fall down. Letting out a yell as she threw the man into the wall, blood splattering.
Natasha grabbed Wanda’s hand, “Come on.” The Russian said, “We have to leave.”
Wanda shook her head, as much as she hated it, right now wasn’t the time to get involved. Besides, there was something else she had to do.
“Strucker.” She glowered, “I’m going to kill him.”
Natasha’s eyes narrowed before she nodded.
“Remember when I was just a psych student and you were just a business student?” Nat joked as she tugged Wanda towards where Orion was fighting, anytime Strucker would show signs of waking up, the boy would kick the man in the face, knocking him out.
A man snuck behind Natasha, but Wanda was ready. She shattered his knee with the rod that Nyx had thrown at the man, then knocked him out with a hit to the temple.
“Where the fuck did you learn to do that?” Nat demanded, impressed.
“Nyx and Diana.” Wanda growled, “Let’s fucking go.”
They made their way, the violence dying down. It was overwhelmingly in Astraeus’s favour. Especially given the fact that most of the Hydra members ended up gravitating to Nyx, trying to pin her down. A few had tried using Civilian’s as hostages but Mel and others quickly made sure that didn’t happen. In another handful of minutes, there was silence, a few fights taking longer to finish. Nyx was already walking towards Wanda, exhausted and heaving.
Wanda walked towards Strucker, who was now awake, fuming. She grabbed the gun from Orion’s hand and shot Strucker in the knee, making the man scream.
“YOU THREATENED MY BABY.” Wanda screamed, shooting his other leg. “TRIED TO KILL ME AND MY WIFE.”
Strucker gritted his teeth, blood dripping from his mouth. “Hail Hyd-“
BANG
Wanda glared at his body, the hole in his head much larger and prominent than the others. Blood and brain matter fell onto the floor. Her heart was pounding. She hated how unsatisfying it felt. She wanted to draw it out. Torture the motherfucker.
She felt Nyx behind her, Wanda’s body immediately sagged. The gun dropped from her hand as she turned to Nyx and sobbed.
Nyx held her wife tight as she glanced around at the wreckage, blood in too many places.
Chapter summary: Wanda and Nyx have a surprise waiting at home, which leads to some unfortunate events. Additionally, Nyx goes viral.
Warnings: The usual, Murder, graphic violence, transphobia, ptsd.
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A/N: Chapter too long so I'm splitting it.
X—X—X—X—X
Wanda was barely into her second trimester and she was already ready to get this baby out. Ever since she had started to visibly show, Wanda switched to wearing dresses and soft baggy pants. She was doing most of her work from home, not because she couldn’t go to work. But because she simply found it far more comfortable. Her constant need to pee, while irritating, was easier to manage at home. Her wife worked in the very building they were living in, so she was never too far away. In fact, the office that had been made for Nyx in Phlegathon, right beside the club, had another table added where Wanda could work in peace. Soundproof walls meant she didn’t have to worry about the club sounds at night.
Speaking of her wife, Nyx was… wild. Something about seeing Wanda visibly pregnant seemed to activate her sex drive. Which worked perfectly because Wanda was insatiable, too. With her daily classes with Bruce, Diana, and Steve, she was more physically fit than she had ever been. Her joint pain wasn’t that bad, neither was the soreness.
At the moment, however, Wanda was back in her office in Rogers Industries. There were a few meetings she couldn’t miss. Nyx, despite her begging, was stuck in Astraeus sorting out a couple of issues that seemed to have risen by some of the more… influential patrons. Steve and Circe were with her, becoming her left and right hand. Circe would smoothen things over that required a certain… tact.
Wanda’s appetite seemed to remain the same, a constant state of hunger. Thankfully, her wife made her a ten course meal everyday. Not that she ate them all, sometimes simple things like saltine crackers helped.
‘Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers, Duke wishes to speak with you.
“Please let him in, Kamala. Thank you.” Wanda said.
Duke entered shortly after, followed by Natasha.
“Nat?” Wanda said, getting up. “What are you doing here?”
“What, I can’t see my best friend?” Nat teased, hugging the sokovian.
“Well, since Duke is here, I’m presuming it’s business related?” Wanda asked, guiding them to the sofa.
Wanda ignored Natasha’s smile as the sokovian said down in what was now known throughout the office as the ‘Nyx reading nook’.
“Well.. yes.” Nat said tiredly. “It’s a little more.. important, actually.”
Wanda frowned, urging her friend to continue.
“SHIELD’s interactions with HYDRA have gotten more.. violent.” Nat started, “We’ve had to travel on several occasions. And, well, Nick Fury had a rather interesting idea..”
“Which is..” Wanda prompted.
“Well, as you’re aware. SHIELD was initially supposed to just be neighbourhood watch.” Nat said, “But now we operate practically country-wide.”
Wanda nodded.
“Nick suggested creating something called the Avengers Initiative.” Nat said, “A small group of agents that specifically target Hydra and terrorist organisations like those.”
“Avengers?” Wanda snorted, “Seems a bit.. dramatic, don’t you think?”
Nat gave Wanda a pointed look, “Need I remind you about your last interaction with them?”
Wanda sobered at the memory, nodding. “Well, why are you telling me this? I’ve given you and Nick full creative freedom. You can do whatever you want.”
Nat glanced at Duke, “Right, what I’m really here for.. actually.. It’s.. uh..”
“They wish to employ Nyx.” Duke said flatly.
Wanda paled, “What?”
“Hear me out.” Nat said placatingly, “Nyx is a particularly skilled individual. She’s incredibly strong, level headed in the field. And her specs kind of overshadow any operative currently in SHIELD.”
“No.” Wanda said firmly.
Nat looked at her best friend with a grimace, “Wands.. I-“
“The answer is no, Nat.” Wanda said sternly. “I will not have my wife run around on your little missions taking out hydra goons like some- some twisted superhero.”
Nat blinked, suddenly looking guilty. “Fuck.. I.. I should have predicted this.”
Wanda tilted her head dangerously, making even Duke inch back into his chair a bit.
“Natasha Romanoff.” Wanda said icily, “What did you do?”
“I.. may have called Nyx to your office.” Nat said, staring at the floor.
Wanda looked at her best friend, bewildered as she dialled her wife.
‘Hey Wands, what’s up?’ Nyx answered cheerfully
“Hi love,” Wanda said, a soft smile on her face, “Where are you?”
Nyx paused, ‘Uh.. Definitely not on the way to your office for a double date..’
Wanda glared at Nat, who shrunk further into couch.
“Any chance you could head back?” Wanda asked.
‘That would make things a little awkward,’ Nyx said dryly, ‘Seeing as I just entered your building. Is everything okay?’
Wanda sighed, she could hear the frown on Nyx’s face.
‘Hey Stiles. Yeah, heading up. I, uh.. forgot the security card thi- oh. Oh perfect. Thanks, man.’
Duke rolled his eyes, “She has highest possible security clearance and yet refuses to carry any of the multiple ID cards I’ve given her.”
Wanda huffed in amusement.
‘Wanda? You there?’
The sokovian sighed, “I’m here. I’m okay. I’ll see you in a second, alright? I love you.”
‘Sounds good, I love you too.’
Wanda glared at Nat who fake gagged, “You are on thin fucking ice, Natasha.”
“Oh come on, Wanda.” Nat whined, “Let Nyx decide for herself.”
Wanda snorted, “You think I don’t know my wife’s answer? Fine. Ask her yourself.”
“I will.” Nat said stubbornly.
The three of them heard Nyx’s voice, chatting with Kamala as the two entered the room. Nyx having opened the door without knocking. She paused, looking at Duke and Nat.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is this a meeting?” Nyx asked, “Should I come back later?”
Wanda shook her head, patting beside her, “Nat and Duke had something they wanted to ask you.”
Nyx frowned, walking towards her wife as she plopped down.
“Am I in trouble?” the brunette asked playfully. “Is today finally the day Nat confesses her undying love for me?”
“Dream on, Nyx.” Nat snorted before sighing. “There’s something I need to ask of you.”
Nyx leaned forward, adjusting when Wanda leaned against her.
“We’re starting a new project called the Avenger’s initiative.” Nat said, “It’s a small group of individuals who specifically target terrorist organisations.”
Nyx still looked confused, “..congratulations?”
Nat chuckled, shaking her head. “Organisations like Hydra.” she said carefully.
Wanda felt her wife underneath her stiffen.
“Nick Fury has personally requested you to join the team?” Nat said.
Nyx laughed, catching Nat, Duke, and Wanda off guard.
“I’m guessing that’s why my wife is so pissed off?” Nyx asked, giggling.
Nat nodded, frowning in confusion.
“And she said no.” Nyx guessed.
Nat nodded again.
“Well, there you go.” Nyx said simply.
Nat ignored the smug smile the sokovian was giving her.
“Are you.. sure?” Nat said, “With your skill set you could save a lot of lives.”
Nyx rolled her eyes, “I’m not a soldier, Nat. I’m not some Avenger freedom fighter person either. I learned to fight cause the alternative was dying.”
Nat frowned, “People could die, Nyx.”
Nyx frowned, “People die all the time, Natasha. A fact you and I are well aware of. I refuse to leave my wife, and my home.”
“Think of all the good you could do,” Nat protested.
Nyx sighed, “I’m not.. I don’t fight cause I like it, Nat. I don’t do it for some noble reason, either.”
“So you would choose staying with your wife over potentially saving thousands, if not millions of lives?” Nat asked, eyebrow raised.
Wanda was going to tell Nat to go fuck herself but Nyx held her.
“Natasha,” Nyx said quietly. “I would let this whole place burn and still sleep like a baby, if it meant my wife and the people I love were safe. You seem to misunderstand. I am not a good person. I am not noble. I am selfish and greedy. And I will do anything, to make sure Wanda and Astraeus are safe.”
Natasha stared at her friend in shock, “And what happens if they come after Astraeus? Something you could prevent?”
“Then I will rip them apart with my bare hands, Nat.” Nyx said firmly. “But I will not run around the world hunting people.”
Nat sighed in frustration, “I suppose I can’t change your mind?”
“Nope.” Nyx said, popping the ‘p’. “That being said, I am sorry that he asked you to ask me this.”
Nat gave Nyx a tired smile, “It’s alright. He presumed if he were to insist, Wanda would physically throw him out of the room.”
“I’m considering doing that to you, too.” Wanda grumbled.
“I had to try, Wands.” Natasha said apologetically, “I really am sorry. And I will make it up to you with our double date.”
“Ah yes, I am excited to meet your brand new wife.” Nyx said, “Where is Maria?”
Nat rolled her eyes, “San Juan. She’s there for an assignment. Or at least that’s where I’ve been told she is.”
“If you ever lie about where you are, I will run you over with a car.” Wanda threatened Nyx.
Nyx giggled, “Didn’t you do the location thing on my phone?”
“Oh yeah, I did.” Wanda recalled. “Forgot about that.”
“Also, why are you here?” Nyx asked Duke bluntly.
Duke seemed almost embarrassed, “I.. was intrigued by what your response would be.”
Wanda snorted, “You stopped everything you were doing in the middle of the workday to hear Nyx’s response?”
Duke definitely looked embarrassed. Nyx stood up, much to her wife’s displeasure.
“As entertaining as this is, I’m hungry.” Nyx said, stretching.
Wanda stood up to, following her wife’s lead to stretch, exposing her slight bump. She held back a giggle at the way Nyx’s eyes went to her belly, a heated gaze taking over.
“Still hungry?” Wanda teased.
“Famished.” Nyx husked.
“Oi. I’m not going to come for lunch if the two of you are eye-fucking each other the entire time.” Nat snapped.
Wanda laughed, dragging her wife out as the three of them headed downstairs.
“What about that cafe nearby?” Wanda suggested, “It’s got great coffee.”
“You’re not having coffee.” Nyx admonished.
“Decaf, come on.” Wanda protested.
“Hey, If I can stop energy drinks for the entirety of your pregnancy, you can stop an occasional coffee.”
“And while i’m nursing.” Wanda reminded her wife.
Nyx rolled her eyes fondly, “And while you’re nursing.” she agreed.
“So you’re changing your diet, too?” Nat asked as they walked down the street.
Nyx nodded, “Ideally, I should have watched my diet and physical fitness nine months before we started trying.. but since we weren’t.. you know.. trying..”
“It helps that your diet is pretty healthy anyway.” Wanda chimed in, “You don’t eat junk food except for an inhuman amount of energy drinks.”
“That’s true,” Nyx admitted, scratching her chin, “Plus, I don’t think it’s fair that only Wanda has to suffer through diets and medicines and stuff.”
“So you taking prenatal vitamins?” Nat teased, laughing when Nyx gave her a sheepish look.
“I’m taking my HRT meds,” Nyx said. “And… yeah, I’m taking the placebo version.”
“So how bad is the diet change?” Nat asked Wanda.
“Thanks to my amazing wife’s cooking,” Wanda said clinging to Nyx’s arm, “I don’t really notice much of the difference. It’s not like I was drinking too much or smoking before. Coffee is a bit of an adjust. Honestly, it feels like the no coffee thing is affecting Nyx more than it’s affecting me.”
“It’s not that bad.” Nyx admitted, “My headaches have reduced.”
They took a short break, since Wanda was getting a little breathless and refused to let Nyx carry her like a backpack in public.
“It’s a little further than I remember.” Wanda said as Nyx was fanning her wife’s face.
“I’ll give you a nice massage when we get home.” Nyx promised, “You wanna go after lunch?”
Wanda shook her head tiredly, “I have a couple meetings. Then I have to speak to the board of directors.”
Nyx nodded, “I guess it’s a good thing I cleared my afternoon, then.”
“Me too.” Nat chimed in. “Which means no fucking at least six hours.”
Wanda poked her tongue out at her best friend as she got ready to continue walking. A few turns in and they saw a small crowd gather. Wanda frowned, walking to it, Nyx right beside her. It seemed to be one of those influencers that challenged people. This one in particular was interviewing people, asking obnoxious questions. Wanda realised a little too late as they made eye contact.
“Hey, You’re Wanda Maximoff-Rogers.” He said, walking to her.
“I am.” She said.
“And you’re pregnant.” He exclaimed, the man behind him pointing the camera a little lower.
“Would you like to answer a couple of questions for us?” He asked, shoving the mic next to her mouth.
Nyx grabbed his wrist when it got too close.
“Too close, buddy.” Nyx warned.
He turned his gaze to Nyx, suddenly intrigued.
“What’s your name?” He asked when Nyx let go of his wrist.
“Nyx.” She said.
“And what do you do for work, Nyx?” he asked.
Nyx frowned, “Not much? I guess I own a building? Does that count?”
“You’re in the property business?” He asked, his attention focused on Nyx entirely.
“No? It’s just the one building. It’s got a club and stuff.”
“What my friend her means to say is that she’s in charge of Astraeus, a luxurious multi-facility residential building.” Nat said smoothly. “Home of the Phlegathon, one of the most exclusive clubs in the state.”
The boy’s eyes widened turning to Nyx, “Can you tell us about that?”
Nyx looked at Wanda, who nodded. “Uh.. okay? What do you wanna know?”
“What gave you the idea to make such a club, and did you know it would become as big as it has?” he asked.
Nyx chuckled, “I didn’t really make it. It started off as a few of us needing a place to sleep and party. Over time it kinda grew. After my marriage, I could finally afford to remodel the place into the home that all my people deserve.”
“Who do you consider your people?” He asked curiously. “Is there a particular community?”
“Not necessarily,” Nyx admitted, “As an openly queer trans woman, you tend to stand out. I found others who couldn’t fit in?”
“So yours is an underdog story?” He asked.
“I’m not sure about underdog.” Nyx mused, “Honestly, Wanda helped me with pretty much everything from financials to logistics.”
“By Wanda, you mean Wanda Maximoff-Rogers?”
Nyx nodded, “Yeah. she’s my wife.” she said proudly, making Wanda blush.
“So you slept your way into money?” He asked, hoping to get a reaction.
“Excuse me?” Wanda asked incredulously.
Nyx just frowned, “You make it sound like money was the ultimate goal.”
“Wasn’t it?” The jerk prompted.
Nyx laughed, “I guess that’s how you would think relationships work, huh?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He demanded.
“Oh come on,” Nyx said grinning, “You’re a simpering little guy vying for attention, trying to look big and strong and come off as intimidating. You shove your little camera into people’s faces to get a reaction and monetise off of the views. I would presume a guy like you would have a tough time imagining what a genuine loving relationship could be like.”
Wanda snickered.
“Turn it off.” The guy glowered, “Turn the fucking camera off Nick.”
He walked up to Nyx, getting right in her face.
“Do we have a problem here?” He asked.
Nyx scrunched her nose, “Halitosis, probably.”
“What?” He demanded, “What did you say.”
Nyx giggled, stepping back. “Nothing, man. I’m sorry if I upset you. Can we go?”
“Yeah.” He growled, “You better.”
Nyx nodded, grabbing Wanda’s hand and continued walking.
“That was.. unexpectedly managed.” Nat said, “You didn’t punch him even a bit.”
Nyx looked at Nat offended, “Just what kind of person do you think I am? Why would I punch him?”
“Cause he was a dick?” Wanda supplied, smiling as Nat nodded.
Nyx snorted, “If I went around punching everyone who was a dick, half of the city would be in the hospital.”
X—X—X—X—X
Nyx’s phone chimed just as she took a bite of her sub. Wanda picked it up, checking to see who messaged. She frowned when she saw a plethora of texts from Steve, Circe, even Bucky. A couple of phone numbers she recognised that Nyx hadn’t saved yet.
“Who is it?” Nyx asked mid-chew.
Nat was enjoying the afternoon sun, sipping her margarita. They had decided to sit outside to enjoy the wind and sunny day. Nyx had taken her signature denim jacket off to avoid overheating, her all black outfits making her the first one to feel hot.
“You’re going viral..” Wanda said awed.
“I’m what?” Nyx asked confused, sipping her iced water.
“Seems like that douchebag’s interview with you exploded.” Wanda noted, reading more texts as they came.
“Exploded??” Nyx asked, setting her sandwich down.
Nat giggled, “Many people started watching the video. It became famous, Nyx.”
“But that was like, half an hour ago?” Nyx protested.
“Which is a long time on the internet.” Nat said, tilting her head back.
“So why am I.. going viral?” Nyx asked, making her wife giggle.
“Your interview apparently struck a chord with several communities online.” Wanda said in awe. “Steve’s saying they’ve gotten several investment offers and a few personal interview requests.”
Wanda laughed at the horrified expression Nyx gave.
“He can do them. Or ask Mel or Orion, yeah. Orion loves being the centre of attention.” Nyx grumbled, “He’s constantly making those weird videos on tictac.”
Natasha laughed, “Tiktok. And I know you did that on purpose.”
Nyx grinned, “Maybe. Just to show how ridiculous it is.”
“Actually, I think this is a pretty good idea.” Wanda said, “It’s the perfect opportunity for you to gain an online presence. It’ll help boost the club’s sales.”
“I don’t care about club sales.” Nyx grumbled. “And I certainly don’t need an online presence.”
“I don’t think you have much of a choice, about that.” Nat commented, scrolling on her phone. “There’s already a wikipedia page for you.”
“There is?” Nyx shrieked.
“So you know Wikipedia but not instagram?” Wanda demanded, smiling.
“Hey, Wikipedia helps with research.” Nyx defended, “social media stuff is just.. brainless gibberish.”
“It’s called brainrot.” Nat said grinning, “Hey they made a few edits of you.”
“Okay, i’m going to toss you onto oncoming traffic if you don’t start making sense now.” Nyx growled, making Natasha laugh.
“Will you please let me make an instagram profile for you?” Wanda begged, “I know just the pictures to post.”
Nyx sighed, “Fine. But you’re in charge of it. I’m not touching that.”
“Deal.” Wanda said, already downloading the application.
“Don’t you already show Nyx in your pictures?” Nat asked, “You’re even verified, Wands.”
Wanda rolled her eyes, “That’s just for press and PR. Nyx refuses to properly be in businesses. Did you know she snuckinto the last gala I attended?”
Natasha laughed, choking on her drink. Nyx patted her back as the russian gasped for breath, giggling.
“You snuck in?” Nat asked.
“They had like a whole red carpet and stuff.” Nyx defended, “It was like in the movies. Plus lots of camera’s flashing and people screaming.”
Nat nodded understandingly.
“Oh hey, you got some followers already.” Nat noted, looking at her phone. “oop. Already reached a thousand. Oh, that’s a good picture, Wanda.”
“What picture?” Nyx demanded, “Show me.”
Natasha show Nyx a picture of her in Phlegathon, she was talking to Cass at the bar, wearing her signature outfit. The next picture was of her reaching over for a drink, exposing a hint of her abs and navel. Nyx looked stern. Her resting bitch face not as bad. In face, it almost looked like she was naturally smouldering.
“You can see my tummy!” Nyx shrieked. “Quick, how do I delete this?”
Nat giggled as Nyx grabbed the russians phone, tapping and clicking random buttons.
“Do they know we’re going to have a kid?” Nyx asked frowning.
Wanda shook her head, glancing at Nat who came to the same unfortunate conclusion.
“Then why are they calling me mo-“
“That’s enough internet for the day.” Nat said, snatching her phone back.
Wanda giggled at the sight of her very confused wife angrily eating a sandwich.
“I love you.” Wanda said, kissing Nyx’s cheek.
Nyx melted, giving her a shy smile. “I love you too.”
“Aand, that’s going on my story.” Nat said impishly, phone directed at the two of them.
Wanda laughed as a very flustered Nyx tried to grab the phone from Nat’s hand.
X—X—X—X—X
The walk back was considerably shorter since Wanda let Nyx piggyback her.
“Alright we’re close now, put me down.” Wanda said, tapping her wife’s shoulder.
“That was the best lunch every.” Nat said gleefully.
“Didn’t Maria propose to you during lunch?” Nyx asked, eyebrow raised.
Natasha froze, eyes wide. “Don’t.. don’t tell her I said that.”
Nyx grinned evilly, “Oh I’m absolutely telling her that.”
Wanda smiled, watching her wife and best friend bicker as they walked to the main entrance of the building. When she entered, she saw someone she never expected to.
“Vision?” Wanda asked, “What are you doing here?”
Vision grimaced, Duke standing behind him with a glare.
“I take it he’s not welcome here?” Duke said.
“Oh hey Vis, What’s up.” Nyx said as she walked in, not having noticed the awkwardness of the room.
“Vision.” Nat said distastefully.
“Hi Nyx. Natasha.” Vision said awkwardly. “I’m, uh, here on professional business, actually.”
Wanda raised an eyebrow, “And what would that be?”
“Well, as you’re aware.” Vision said, relaxing a bit, “I handle all of Stark Industries’s social media aspects. So when I found Nyx’s interview, I thought ‘Hey i can help her.’.”
Wanda softened, inhaling deeply.
“Fi-“
“Cong-“
The two stared at each other.
“You first.” Vision said quickly.
“I was saying,” Wanda continued, significantly less hostile. “It seems that this media attention Nyx is getting seems to keep snowballing. So fine. You can help. What were you going to say?”
“Congratulations.” Vision said, eyes on her stomach.
Natasha snorted, “Subtle.”
“What was?” Nyx whispered to Nat, eyes on Vision and Wanda.
Nat just patted Nyx’s back pitifully.
“Let’s talk in my office.” Wanda said, immediately walking to the security check.
The elevator ride was awkward to say the least. Nyx was talking to Vision about the job. Wanda knew Nyx was doing this on purpose. She always did. She could tell Wanda was still pissed with Vision, but also that the sokovian knew that he could help.
She watched Vision observe Nyx interact with her office. Back in high school and college, Nyx was always feared, avoided. People practically ran from her gaze. But here? Nobody was scared. Because everybody knew. Nyx’s intimidation was a side effect. She was only dangerous when Wanda was concerned.
“You’re back.” Kamala said with a smile, frowning when she saw Vision. “You’re Vision Stark.”
“Just Vision, actually.” He said smoothly. “It’s lovely to meet you.”
Kamala melting at the man’s charm made Wanda roll her eyes.
“I’m going to be in a meeting with Mr. Stark for a while, let me know if there’s a change in my plans, okay?” Wanda asked as she entered.
Kamala nodded, quickly handing Nyx a box. Wanda frowned as Nyx looked at Kamala in excitement, asking her something. She hugged the girl when Kamala nodded, making the girl blush furiously.
“Uhoh.” Nat said, sitting on the sofa. “Watch out Kamala.” she murmured with a smirk.
“What was that?” Wanda demanded the moment Nyx entered the office.
“She got them!” Nyx exclaimed with a grin.
“Got what?” Wanda asked.
“So I wanted to make cookies for you,” Nyx said sitting down on her couch, “But sugar isn’t very healthy. Neither is aspartame. So Kamala told me that her grandmom uses coconut sugar or dates. When I tried it, it didn’t taste that good so Kamala spoke to her grandmother and got me the recipe and a trial batch.”
Wanda blinked as her wife excitedly handed her a cookie. She felt a pang of guilt as she took a bite. She knew she shouldn’t have gotten so jealous. Plus, the cookie was fucking good.
Wanda sat on Nyx’s lap, kissing her cheek. “I’m sorry.” she said softly.
Nyx frowned, “Do you not like it?”
Wanda shook her head, “The cookie is really good. I’m sorry for getting mad.”
Nyx smiled, “You’re okay. I promise. I know surprises can be a little… surprising.”
Wanda giggled, “Yeah.”
There was an awkward clearing of the throat that reminded both Wanda and Nyx that Vision was still sitting right opposite them.
“You get used to it.” Nat said, scrolling on her phone. “They’re disgustingly in love.”
“Right,” Nyx said, getting comfortable. “What do we do?” she asked Vision
“How about we start off with a few basic questions so I know how much we have to work on?” Vision suggests. “I’ll phrase them interview style to keep it simple.”
Nyx nodded, “Alright.”
“What’s your previous relationship with fame?” Vision asked, opening the notes app on his phone.
“I didn’t have one.” Nyx said with a proud grin, making Wanda giggle.
“Right.” Vision smiled, “Can you tell me about your background?”
Nyx nodded, “It wasn’t too bad. I mean, my dad was physically abusive. My grandmom disowned my dad and was the head of the mafia. I grew up without a lot of money. I was trained in killing since I was.. maybe seven? I was homeless for a bit until I joined an underground fighting ring. The man who took me in was manipulative and physically and sexually assaulted me multiple times over the years. But don’t worry, I killed him. Uh.. I was forced into a marriage that if I didn’t agree to, my mother would have been sent back home. I was kicked out of university for hitting a student so hard that he entered a coma. And.. My wife and friend bought me the building I grew up fighting in.”
Nyx looked at the rest of the group. Vision was pale, eyes wide in horror. Even Natasha looked disturbed.
“What?” Nyx asked defensively, “You asked me.”
Nyx frowned in confusion as her wife held her tightly. Vision seemingly forced himself to snap out of it.
“Okay..” he said, more to himself than Nyx. “Alright. Here’s what we’re going to do.”
Nyx nodded.
“You’re not going to say any of that.” Vision said. “Any question you’re asked about your past, topics you can bring up: homelessness, public perception, your fathers abuse if you’re comfortable, and we’re going to change the fighting ring to nightclub.”
Nyx nodded, “Mhm. Go ahead with your next question.”
“I’m not sure I want to.” Vision murmured to himself, “How did you happen to come into money?”
Nyx breathed, her voice almost.. conversational. “My childhood… I was raised with the bare minimum.”
Vision nodded encouragingly.
“However, my grandmother was an.. investor. Due to family issues, my father did not inherit her wealth, I did.”
“And you relationship with Wanda Maximoff-Rogers?” Vision asked, “She has been in tabloids since she was a teenager. How is it that you had never been mentioned before.”
Nyx thought about it. “Wanda and I know each other since childhood.” Nyx said finally, “Even though I was not necessarily very.. influential. My wife never treated me like I was less. While we didn’t always get along, her perception of me didn’t change even after I came out. Our marriage was arranged by my grandmother and Wanda’s step-mother Peggy. They.. they saw us for what we were. Two idiots in love who had no idea. Despite their.. unorthodox methods, it helped the both of us realise our feelings for each other. My wife has always respected my desire for privacy. Before andafter marriage.”
Vision looked at Nyx proudly, “That was really well done, Nyx. I-“
Wanda suddenly kissed Nyx, hard. The brunette let out a surprised sound before reciprocating. Wanda pulled back, breathing a little heavy.
“I fucking love you.” Wanda said.
“I fucking love you too.” Nyx replied with a smile, turning to a blushing Vision.
“Sorry, Vis.” Nyx said, ignoring the smug look Wanda gave the man. “What were you saying?”
“Nothing.” Vision said quickly, making Natasha chuckle. “Getting back to the questions, your club has a very greek theme to it. Would you care to elaborate why you chose Astraeus as the name?”
Nyx nodded enthusiastically, “So, about the Astraeus thing. The place was initially nicknamed Tartarus. In greek myth, Tartarus was the spirit of Ouranos, the sky, after he was dismembered and tossed into the underworld. Gaia, his wife, opened the deepest, darkest pit in the underworld for her husbands carcass. Being immortal, his soul took the form of the protogenoi Tartarus. It was commonly known as the home of the worst monsters known to man. During the Bronze age, when titans ruled. Tartarus was known as a prison. For the cyclops, and the hekatonkheires. Then, after Titanomachy, it was a prison for titans. Our club was named that by the people who lived there. Because we were seen as.. well, monsters. Dangerous, wrong, so forth. Not only did that imply that we were vilified, but it meant we were bastardised.”
Vision nodded, making notes.
“When I chose Astraeus, it was with that in mind. See, in the myths. Astraeus is the starry sky. The cosmos and constellations. People like me, my community. We don’t fit in. So if we are to stand out. Let us stand out as the constellations and stars people gaze lovingly, rather than the monsters they fear.”
“That.. was fucking beautiful.” Nat spoke up after a brief silence. “Vision, I don’t think you’re needed here.”
Vision nodded, “I’m starting to think the same thing.” He said with a smile “Nyx, your strength is you authenticity and vulnerability. As long as you know your boundaries and don’t… you know, talk about murder. I think you’ll be fine.”
Vision shook everyone’s hand as he stood up to leave.
“That… was pretty cute actually.” Nyx said after he left.
X—X—X—X—X
Wanda frowned, she was in the car with Nyx. She noticed a rather large crowed at the entrance of Astraeus. When Nyx finished parking, the two walked to the crowd. To Wanda’s horror, the crowd was not just patrons but people with cameras and mics.
The began taking pictures of the two of them, Wanda’s blood boiled when Nyx winced at the sudden light and sound. She was about to ask them to back off when one of the reporters must have come a little too close to Wanda because suddenly he was being lifted in the air by the scruff of his jacket. The rest of the crowd froze, taking pictures of Nyx frowning at the suddenly terrified man.
“You need to back off from my wife.” Nyx scolded him. “If you want to take her picture, do it from a few steps back, okay?”
“Yes ma’am.” He squeaked.
Nyx let him down as Wanda watched with an exasperated sigh. She just knew her wife was going to probably go viral again. The crowd gave them a wide birth, still asking questions and taking pictures but definitely staying out of Nyx, and especially Wanda’s range.
The two finally entered the lobby, Wanda groaned as a few people stood in front of her.
Steve Trevor stood, arms folded as he glared at Nyx. Beside him, an equally pissed of Circe, an enthusiastic Orion, their friend Clark, and beside him was-
“Ms. Lois Lane?” Nyx exclaimed, rushing to her in excitement.
“Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers,” Lois said in surprise, “You know me?”
Nyx scoffed, “You’re a pulitzer winning journalist. And that article you wrote about the rise of crime in metropolis due to increased vigilant policing? Oh I loved it.”
“You’ve read my work..” Lois said impressed, “I take it you’d be open for an interview?”
Nyx turned to Wanda, “Wands, she wants to interview you.” the brunette said excitedly.
Wanda tamped down her jealousy, forcing a smile as she walked to hug Clark.
“I think you’re the one she wants to interview, detka.” Wanda said gently.
Nyx turned to Lois, confused. The woman nodded. Wanda could see the excitement in her wife’s eyes. Well, her whole body. The brunette wasn’t exactly hiding how excited she looks.
“Hey, I let her in cause Clark was with her. Hope that was okay?” Peter said from the entrance.
Wanda nodded, “It’s alright, Quill. Thank you.”
“So, Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers.” Lois said smiling at Nyx’s enthusiasm, “Would you be willing to show me around for an interview?”
Nyx looked at Wanda who nodded, turning to Lois she nodded in excitement.
“Is it okay if Wanda and Clark join us?” Nyx asked shyly.
Lois smiled reassuringly, “Perfectly okay. Clark, you okay recording?”
“Sounds good Lois.” Clark said with a smile, he hugged an overly excited Nyx, laughing when she admonished him for not telling her he knew Lois Lane.
…
“I’m sorry if I seem overly excited.” Nyx said embarrassed, “I, uh.. I really look up to you.”
Lois chuckled, “It’s perfectly okay, Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers. Honestly, it’s a breath of fresh air to meet someone who isn’t hiding behind some evil facade.”
Nyx giggled, glancing at Wanda in excitement. Wanda couldn’t help but share her wife’s excitement. It was clear Nyx looked at Lois more as a role model than a celebrity crush.
“How about I give you the tour?” Nyx suggested, “You can ask me questions on the way?.”
“Oh, also.” Nyx added, a little embarrassed. “I uh.. i haven’t really been media trained so if I say something embarrassing that isn’t really relevant to the story, could you please censor it?”
Lois smiled, “I will do my best. Let’s start with you. You seem to have become a celebrity figure within a day. How are you coping with that?”
Nyx laughed as they walked, “It’s still.. weird. I mean, some random douchebag was tryna get a rise out of Wanda and the next thing I know, my wife is setting up my instagram account.”
“Is there a particular reason you avoid social media?” Lois asked.
Nyx shrugged, “Honestly, I’m not great with technology. Plus I didn’t have my first phone till I was… oof, in university, probably. My grasp on basic technology is.. strenuous at best. Plus social media just seems like a waste of time.”
“Do you look down on those who do use social media?” Lois asked quickly.
Nyx shook her head as they got into the elevator, “I don’t think it’s much about what social media stands for, but rather more about my life. I sort stuff out at Astraeus, I study, I spend time with my wife. Occasionally we watch a new movie. Social media isn’t really.. there?”
Lois nodded, “Speaking of, Astraeus is a rather well established place. How did you obtain the funds required to build such a project?”
“Here we go.” Steve murmured under his breath.
“Well, my grandmother left me a rather large sum of wealth when she passed.” Nyx said softly.
Lois nodded empathetically.
“And this place was my home for a long time before I got married to Wanda.” She continued, “With my wife’s help I was turn this little refuge into a home for the community that kept me safe for most of my childhood.”
Steve patted Nyx’s shoulder, giving her a thumbs up that made Wanda giggle. The elevator opened to Styx.
“This is Styx, our fighting ring.” Nyx said proudly, “Don’t worry, it’s all board certified and stuff. My logistics manager, Steve Trevor, here made sure of it.”
Steve gave an awkward wave at the shout out.
“Why do you have a fighting ring in your club’s basement?” Lois asked frowning.
Nyx grinned, “Because it originally started as an underground fight club where you had to beat the shit out of people to be allowed to stay. So I beat the shit out of a couple more so others didn’t have to.” she said walking to the ring before she froze.
She slowly turned around to Lois in horror.
“That’s odd, Lois.” Clark said, “The mic seemed to have stopped working the moment we entered Styx.”
“Ah what a pain.” Lois said smiling, “Guess we’ll have to start from the moment we entered Styx.”
Nyx looked at Lois with shining eyes who simply winked playfully.
“So, Mrs. Maximoff Rogers,” Lois said smiling, “Why do you have a fighting ring in your basement?”
Nyx glanced at Steve and Circe who simply gave her encouraging nods.
“I.. uh..” Nyx stammered.
Wanda held her wife’s hand, smiling. “It’s a fun activity that helps team building and acts as an homage to this place’s heritage.”
Lois nodded approvingly, “And why name it Styx?”
Nyx breathed in relief, “Styx is known as the river of hatred and oaths.” she said with a distant smile. “Whenever we have fights here, we understand that we have to leave the hatred we face outside the ring. Lest we get consumed by it.”
“That’s incredibly poetic.” Lois said impressed.
Nyx grinned, “I like ancient mythology.”
“She’s a nerd.” Steve called out, wincing at Circe’s elbow.
“Can I quote you on that, Mr. Trevor?” Lois asked, eyebrow raised.
Steve looked embarrassed as he shook his head.
“Back to you, Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers.” Lois said professionally, “I’d like to ask about your employees. Can you tell me about your relationship with them?”
Nyx frowned, “…familial?”
Lois looked surprised, “Can you elaborate on that?”
Nyx nodded, “Well, since the beginning, it was always a ‘help where you can’ kind of system. Living in tartarus, we tended to share everything we had. Food, clothes, books, even jobs. We were responsible for the upkeep. When we started Astraeus, I thought it logical to keep that going. Everyone who works here lives here. Sure, we have a few new employees. But everyone has a particular skill set that is helpful keeping Astraeus afloat. Steve helps with logistics, Circe with meetings and talking to people. My wife helped me plan the systems and business. She still does. Even Bruce and Clark helped me.”
Lois raised an eyebrow, glancing at Clark who nodded sheepishly.
“You seem to be incredibly humble, Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers,” Lois said, “Would you credit that to the success of Astraeus?”
Nyx laughed as they got into the elevator. “Definitely not, Ms. Lane. I may be the owner on paper. But I assure you, Astraeus’s success is due to the labour of its employees.”
“So you wouldn’t mind us interviewing any of your employees?” Lois asked.
Nyx frowned, “If they’re okay with it, I don’t see why not. But if I could, I’d like to ask you to censor their names if they’re underage, please?”
Lois smiled, “Certainly.”
Nyx nodded in gratitude.
“Can you tell me a little about the building itself?” Lois asked, a little more gentle this time. “Off the record.”
Nyx frowned before Clark spoke up.
“She means its not part of the interview.” he said gently.
“Oh cool, yeah. What do you wanna know?” Nyx asked.
“Why build this?” Lois asked as the door opened into the Phlegathon. “Clark told me there’s something called the Bunker and that there’s a floor entirely made of bedrooms?”
Nyx smiled as they sat down at a corner table, since the music wasn’t too loud, they could hear each other.
“Because.. I could.” Nyx said.
“Can I quote you on that?” Lois asked
“Sure.” Nyx said, “I’m guessing we’re on the record again?”
Lois nodded.
“So, Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers-“
“Please, Ms. Lane.” Nyx cut in with a genuine smile. “If it’s okay with you, you can call me Nyx.”
Lois nodded, “Okay. So, Nyx. Why did you build Astraeus?”
“Cause I could.” Nyx said, “I had the funds and the opportunity to make sure the people I love are safe and comfortable. I can send the kids to school, fund medical expenses, so forth. I love them. So I want to take care of them.” Nyx said simply.
Wanda smiled adoringly. Only Nyx would turn a billion dollar project into a seven word philosophy.
Lois smiled, “What do you do with the revenue the club generates.”
Nyx looked at Wanda, who answered for her wife.
“It goes back into Astraeus.” Wanda said, “To fund for the medical, professional, and all other expenses. Those who live in Astraeus and are unable to earn are given an additional budget to spend per month.”
“That’s incredibly philanthropic of you.” Lois said, “Do you not wish to keep the money for yourself, Nyx?”
“And do what?” Nyx snorted. “Buy a car? I have one. No, I have no need for excess money.”
“You are a multi-millionaire, are you not?” Lois asked frowning.
“Not anymore.” Nyx grinned. “I’ve got like.. hang on.” she said, taking her phone out.
She frowned in frustration, “Wanda how do I. ugh.”
Wanda grabbed the phone from her wife and opened what she had to show Lois. Her bank account saying she only had $122.74.
For a moment, Lois seemed to lose her composure, eyes widening as she cursed.
“Do you mean to tell me, you spent practically all your money on this?” Lois asked, surprised.
Nyx nodded, “It was just laying in my bank account. Might as well use it.” she said confused.
When Lois didn’t say anything Nyx looked a little alarmed.
“Did- Did i say something wrong? Did I mess up the interview?” Nyx asked panicked.
Wanda put a calming hand on her wife’s arm when Lois chuckled.
“You haven’t said anything wrong, Nyx.” Lois said, still bewildered. “It’s just.. it’s not everyday you meet someone who is willing to spend their entire fortune on their community.”
Nyx chuckled awkwardly when Mel came in, eyes lighting up at the people sitting on the table.
“Oh hey Wanda.” Mel said smiling. “Oh my god, Clark?”
Clark got up, rather clumsily to give the girl a hug. Lois watched in amusement as Mel interrogated the man about his girlfriend, boyfriend, and son.
“Hey i’ve seen your face before.” Mel said frowning as she stared at Lois.
“I’m Lois,” she said smiling, “It’s nice to meet you Mel.”
“Lois and Clark are interviewing Nyx.” Wanda explained.
Mel snorted, “For what? being a nerd?”
Lois’s eyes widened at that but Nyx just grumbled, Wanda giggled when Steve exclaimed ‘That’s what I said!’
“Actually, your boss has become a celebrity. And the Daily Planet wanted to get an exclusive interview with the woman who built one of the most successful clubs.” Lois said, “If you’re okay with it, can I ask you a question or two?”
Mel glanced at Nyx who nodded, “She can keep your name out if you want.” Nyx suggested.
“Yeah, do that.” Mel said, “I’ll answer. Nyx, scoot.”
Lois raised an eyebrow as Nyx shifted further into the sofa, pulling Wanda into her lap with a squeak from the sokovian.
“Go ahead, boss lady.” Mel said dramatically, “Ask away.”
“What do you think of Nyx?” Lois asked immediately.
“That she’s a nerd.” Mel said with a snort, “But she’s also like my big sister… She’s been looking out for all of us, since the beginning. Even if she was a self-sacrificing idiot about it.”
Lois raised her eyebrows, “Are you not scared of repercussions for speaking like that about your employer?”
Mel snorted, “She’s only officially my employer. But we’re all a family here. There isn’t really a hierarchy at Astraeus. Hell, just last week Nyx was cleaning the Acheron bathrooms cause Darcy was sick. We all just help out where we can.”
“What would you do if you were the owner of Astraeus?” Lois asked.
Mel giggled, “Give it back to Nyx. Too much paperwork. No thanks, I’m good working here.”
Lois nodded, “Last question, I don’t want to take too much of your time. What does Astraeus mean to you?”
Mel looked at Nyx, smiling. “It’s home. Safety. When my folks kicked me out for liking women, it was Nyx and Pen who took me in. Astraeus is where I can be myself. Unapologetically. I don’t need to fear anything because I know my family has my back.”
Wanda sniffled as she caressed Mel’s hair, the girl melting into Wanda.
Lois gave Mel a gentle smile, “Thank you. That was really good.”
Mel nodded, standing up. She took everyone’s order and left.
“So do you have any more questions?” Nyx asked.
“Actually, I think I’ve got everything I came here for.” Lois said.
Wanda frowned, “What did you come here for?”
Lois smiled, “To find out what kind of person Nyx Maximoff-Rogers is.”
Nyx looked confused, “I thought you wanted to know about Astraeus?”
The reported nodded, “That, too. But it’s you everyone wants to know, Nyx. The real you. My job is to find the truth, no matter the consequences.”
Nyx looked a little nervous, “What truth did you find?”
Lois winked, “I suppose you’ll find that out when everybody else does.”
Chapter summary: Wanda and Nyx have a surprise waiting at home, which leads to some unfortunate events. Additionally, Nyx goes viral.
Warnings: The usual, Murder, graphic violence, transphobia, ptsd.
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Wanda was softly awoken by the sound of Steve’s voice in the room. She shifted her head, which was currently on her wife’s lap. She realised that Nyx must have carried her to their room in the Lethe. A quick body check later she realised she was still pretty naked, which probably explained why she was practically burrito’s in a blanket. She softly kissed Nyx’s palm that was stroking her hair, listening into the conversation.
“-sure that you don’t want to interrogate them?” Steve asked.
Nyx snorted, “Fuck no. You do that.”
“Well, we confirmed that they were Hydra.” Steve said, “They all had an octopus symbol tattooed somewhere on their body.”
“What.” Nyx asked outraged, making Wanda giggle.
Wanda knew immediately why her wife was so upset. Nyx looked at her wife’s amused eyes.
“It’s the octopus, isn’t it?” Wanda asked, stretching.
Nyx nodded, offended. “They’re called Hydra. The least they could do is use a fucking Hydra as their symbol.”
Wanda laughed, even Steve managed a tired chuckle at that.
“Is everyone okay?” Wanda asked, turning to face Steve.
The bearded blonde nodded, “Nobody was injured. Thankfully there are quite a few vets in Astraeus.”
“Oh?” Wanda asked interested, “They all participated?”
Steve nodded, glaring at Nyx. “Your wife is the only civilian who’s allowed to join us. And only because she’d do it without us anyway. Stubborn ass bitch.”
Nyx stuck her tongue out, “I have training.”
“Not military.” Steve countered.
“Yes, actually.” Nyx retorted, “I do have military training. And mult-”
“Alright, alright.” Wanda said, putting a hand on her wife’s chest. “We get it baby, you’re badass.”
Nyx looked at Steve smugly, who simply rolled his eyes. “Anyone told you that you’re whipped for your wife?”
“She did whip me once, actually.” Nyx said, “It was a-“
Wanda quickly covered her wife’s mouth, face burning. Steve sputtered out before laughing hard. Nyx frowned, confused.
“Is that not what you meant?” Nyx asked, her voice muffled by Wanda’s hand.
Steve ignored her, practically guffawing. The alarm of Nyx’s phone brought Wanda back to her body. Fuck, she was hungry. She also noticed that her nausea had reduced significantly.
As if on cue, Nyx picked up the plate from the counter beside her. Wanda noticed that it was fresh food. Not in a lunch box since Nyx left her bags in their office.
“Did Duke get in touch with you?” Wanda asked as she took a bite of the bruschetta.
Wanda knew immediately that her wife didn’t make this. It tasted.. okay. She frowned.
“Who made this?” She demanded, anger flaring through her.
Nyx turned to her wife, frowning. “I- uh.. Jason.. I think?”
Wanda handed the plate back to her wife, folding her arms.
“Does it taste bad?” Steve asked, taking a bite.
Wanda shook her head, tears pooling to the corner of her eyes.
Nyx smiled, looking at her wife. “Would you like me to make something for you, my love?”
Wanda pouted, holding back her tears as she nodded. Steve stood up, plate in hand and walked out. Nyx kissed the top of Wanda’s head.
“Give me a few minutes, I’ll be back, okay?” Nyx said gently.
Nyx immediately knelt on the bed, “Hey, hey.” she cooed. “I’m right here.”
Wanda’s heart was pounding. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled, “I’m sorry.”
Nyx shook her head, smiling. “you’re okay, baby. I promise. How about you wear some clothes and we go to the kitchen, hm?”
Wanda nodded, her grip on Nyx’s jacket not loosening. She didn’t even care that she was naked. After a moment or two, she felt stable enough to wear some clothes she had left here previously.
Holding Nyx’s arm tightly, the two of them walked to the elevator where they made their way to the phlegathon kitchen. Since it was barely seven or eight in the evening, the place was empty. Wanda hopped onto the counter, Nyx between her legs as the brunette softly peppered kisses all over her head.
“I’m sorry about before.. about being too much.” Wanda said vulnerably.
Nyx removed her jacket and put it over her wife’s shoulders.
“You are not too much, my love.” Nyx said, kissing her cheek. “You are my everything.”
Wanda sniffled, pulling the jacket further over her shoulders as she nodded.
“You are my everything.” Wanda said.
Nyx grinned, “Indeed I am, now I presume you would like a redo bruschetta?”
Wanda nodded enthusiastically, “yes, please.”
Wanda inhaled deeply, letting her wife’s scent overwhelm her sensed. She watched Nyx cut the baguette, putting some olive oil on the pan before she toasted the baguette on it. The smell of the bread alone made Wanda’s mouth water. Nyx decided to make it fresh, she chopped up the tomatoes and added a few additional spices. Wanda raised an eyebrow as Nyx added a bit more butter than necessary.
“You tryna fatten me up?” Wanda asked playfully.
Nyx grinned, “Hey, butter is pretty high in Vitamin A, plus, it tastes good.”
“It tastes soo good.” Wanda agreed.
A few people had entered the kitchen, waving at Wanda and Nyx, but giving them space. Nyx quickly put in her earbuds as the noise in the kitchen increased.
“You have spare?” Wanda called out as the sound of pots banging made her cringe.
Immediately, Nyx brought out a handful of them, different colours. Wanda grinned as she noticed a red one with golden embroidered ’S.W’.
“Scarlet Witch?” Wanda asked grinning as she put them in her ear.
Nyx grinned nodding as Wanda sighed in relief, the noise decreasing drastically.
“Feels much better, doesn’t it?” Nyx asked. “The ones you have are customisable, you can change how much volume you block.”
Wanda nodded, adjusting. “Yours are the max blocking, right?”
Nyx nodded, adding the final touches to the bruschetta. Medea grinned, walking to the newly made Bruschetta. Wanda quickly grabbed the plate from Nyx’s hand as she began inhaling the food, groaning in satisfaction.
“I value my hands, so I’m not going to try a bite.” Medea said with a smile.
“Good idea.” Wanda said mid-bite, making Nyx snicker.
“We’ll leave to let y’all take over.” Nyx said, grabbing the pan and other utensils she used.
“Leave it.” Medea said, “We’ll clean up, take care of your wife.”
“Yeah Nyx.” Wanda said playfully between bites, “Take care of me.”
Nyx laughs, “As you wish, my lady.”
Wanda giggles, hopping off. The two of them walked up to the bunker, where the adults were discussing what had happened.
“I’m sorry for bringing this to your doorstep,” Nyx said to the group.
Steve shoved Nyx so she toppled into the conversation pit.
“What the fuck?” Nyx sputtered, getting back up.
“This is your home, too. Asshole.” Steve growled, “You apologise again and I’m going to kick your ass.”
“Try me, dickhead.” Nyx growled, no bite in her voice.
“Watch your fucking language.” Steve said, “There’s kids present.”
Wanda sat down on one of the rocking chairs, watching in amusement as Steve tackled Nyx. A few other people joined, pinning Nyx to the ground. All the vets.
“You gonna act like a fucking saint?” Jason asked, “I’ll treat you like one.”
“This is how you treat saints?” Nyx shrieked, lifting Jason fully up in a head press before tossing him onto Steve who groaned at the impact.
Orion jumped on Nyx’s back, wrapping himself around the woman in a headlock.
“You dare apologise for shit like that?” Orion said. “I’mma beat you up.”
“You talk too much.” Nyx growled, yanking the boy and throwing him across the room into the foam pit.
Wanda laughed as the boy screamed all the way as he fell in.
“Wanda.” Steve called out, “We need backup.”
Wanda grinned mischievously, running to where Nyx was tossing grown men. She tackled her wife, who fell onto the conversation pit with a laugh. Wanda giggled as her wife cushioned her fall. Wanda straddled her wife, pinning her down. Steve hopped in, as did Jason. Each pinning her arms and legs.
Nyx play struggled. Wanda also noticed that neither mad actually touched the woman, hands an inch above her arms and ankles. She really wanted to talk to her wife about her apparent haphephobia. They’d briefly spoken about it in therapy, but Wanda knew there was much more to it.
“You give up?” Wanda asked teasingly.
“Never.” Nyx taunted.
“Before you two kiss,” Steve interrupted, “Let me make it clear. Nyx. This is your home. We all bring trouble home, it tends to follow us here, you hear me? It’s not your fault. You made Astraeus a safe haven for all of us. That includes you, dipshit.”
Nyx stared at him, nodding slowly. “Sorry,” she murmured.
Steve let out a frustrating sigh that made Wanda laugh, instead of pinning her wife down, she hugged her, resting her cheek on the brunette’s chest.
“You dont- ugh..” Steve said.
“Can I get up now?” Nyx asked dryly.
“No.” Wanda and Steve said simultaneously.
“I’m hungry..” Nyx whined.
Wanda stood up, raising an eyebrow. “When was the last time you ate?”
“That was six hours ago..” Wanda screeched. “That’s it.”
She got off, grabbing her wife’s hand. Steve and Jason scrambled out of the way, as did anyone who saw Wanda’s furious expression. Wanda dragged Nyx to the restaurant, the servers giggling as they sat down. The restaurant was on the same floor as the club, Phlegathon.
“Hey Wanda, Nyx. What can I get you?” Mel asked.
Wanda stared at her wife, “Nyx will have the creamy gnocchi with extra cheese, and I’m in the mood for a steak.”
Mel laughed, “Sounds great, anything to drink?”
“Water for my wife,” Nyx said glumly, “And I’ll have a virgin mojito.”
“Actually.” Wanda said, glaring daggers at her wife. “I’m going to have a Shirley temple.”
She turned to Mel who was enjoying the show immensely. The girl was smugly grinning at Nyx who rolled her eyes.
“I’ll bring your drinks and whatever’s ready.” Mel said. “Nyx, I hope you convince your wife not to kill you.”
Nyx groaned, slamming her head on the table as Wanda thanked her.
“I wasn’t even that hungry.” Nyx tried, shutting up when Wanda gave her a glare.
“Are you actually mad?” The brunette asked softly.
Wanda sighed, “I’m more upset that you’re not taking care of yourself, Nyx. How many snacks have you given me today?”
“… seven?”
“Seven?” Wanda asked, her voice shrill. “Was that including lunch and breakfast?”
Nyx shook her head. Wanda took some deep breaths before she continued.
“Nyx,” Wanda said, a lot calmer. “I love that you take care of me. I really do. And the only reason I let you is because I know you need it. But I refuse to have you take care of me at the cost of your own health.”
Nyx looked at Wanda, nodding.
“I need you with me,” Wanda said. “And I need to know that you wont be missing meals, or skipping work or even workouts.”
“I will,” Nyx said softly. “I’m sorry.”
“Will you take better care of yourself?” Wanda asked softly.
Nyx nodded, “I will. I promise.”
“Good girl.” Wanda said.
Nyx blushed, nodding shyly. The two sat in a comfortable silence until Mel returned, who immediately clocked the difference.
“I managed to get the gnocchi rushed.” Mel said, placing the drinks and the food.
“Thank you, Mel.” Wanda said gratefully.
She noticed that a few new patrons had joined, sitting at the restaurant and bar. Some were wearing silk suits, while others made Wanda snort. A typical biker outfit that Nyx would certainly find inspiring.
“Alright.” Nyx said, digging into her food. “Go ahead.”
Wanda frowned, “With what?”
“The whole Lex thing. There was some issue, right? So tell me.”
Wanda smiled, she knew her wife didn’t necessarily understand the business aspect of it. But just like how Wanda enjoyed listening to Nyx rant, the brunette enjoyed listening to Wanda talk business.
“Right,” Wanda began. “So, you know how SHIELD is affiliated with Rogers Industries?”
Nyx nodded, eating and listening to her wife. Wanda began to speak about all the issues she realised, once the Lex talk was done, Wanda shifted to the minor complaints. Interns who nearly cost her fifty grand. Wanda had forgotten how goodit felt to talk to her wife. Nyx occasionally asking questions that made the sokovian light up, answering them with lengthy explanations. By the time Wanda had finished, not only was dinner over, but Nyx had ordered some dessert, too.
Wanda squealed when Mel brought an large serving of Brownie, ice cream, nuts, fudge, chocolate sauce and a couple other things.
“One extra large Rocky Road ice-cream-fudge for the married couple.” Mel said, gathering the empty plates. “How was the steak, Wanda?”
“So good.” Wanda said, already digging into the sundae.
Wanda pouted when Nyx took a spoonful and fed the sokovian.
“You gotta eat, too.” Wanda mumbled, chewing.
Nyx grinned, taking a large bite.
“Wow, Wanda.” Mel said, “That’s the first time you’ve spared someone for eating your food.”
Wanda giggled, “My wife is allowed.”
Nyx gave Mel the middle finger, who simply reciprocated.
“Insubordination.” Nyx said, taking another bite. “That’s ten weeks pay.”
“That’s abuse of power.” Wanda pointed out.
“See, that’s what i’m talking about.” Mel said, “Scoot. I want a bite.”
Nyx grumbled, shifting a little, giving Mel a spoon before the girl ate a few quick bites.
“Alright, I gotta get back to work.” Mel said, getting up. “Will that be cash or card.”
Wanda snickered as Nyx stared at Mel flatly. “I own the building, Mel.”
“No favouritism, Ma’am.” Mel said innocently.
Wanda snorted, bringing out her card. Mel turned to Wanda with a wink.
“For you, It’s on the house.”
“Discrimination.” Nyx pouted, making Wanda laugh even more.
‘Hey Sweetheart, Hello? Here.’
Mel rolled her eyes at that. Nyx, however, frowned. She went to stand up but Mel put a hand on her shoulder.
“This isn’t Tartarus, Nyx.” Mel said gently, “We don’t beat people up for the fuck of it.”
“I don’t care.” Nyx growled.
But Wanda was up already. “Excuse me,” She said walking to the table. “That is no way to speak to someone.”
“Who are you?” The man raised an eyebrow. “You work here?”
“I own the establishment.” Wanda said confidently. “Now, I’d request you to treat our servers politely or I may have to call security.”
The guy nodded, “Right.”
Wanda nodded, walking back to Nyx and Mel.
“Thanks, Wands.” Mel said, “I just need you to do that every half an hour or so.”
Wanda snorted, “As tempting as it sounds, Nyx and I are going home.”
Nyx looked at her wife in admiration. “You know I love you, right?”
Wanda smiled sweetly. “I know.”
X—X—X—X—X
“Hey Duke, Sorry I couldn’t take your call earlier. Shit had happened.” Nyx said.
‘It’s alright.’ Duke said gruffly on the speaker.
Wanda sat, fiddling with Nyx’s phone in the car. She was furious to learn that Nyx did not have a single social media app or game on her phone. The app that had the most screen time was FaceTime and Wanda just knew it was because of her being on call whenever they weren’t together in person.
“What did you find?” Wanda asked.
‘Quite a bit, ma’am. Marvin was an alias, His real name is Werner von Strucker.’
Nyx frowned, glancing at Wanda, “That name mean anything to you?”
Wanda nodded glumly, “Unfortunately. His father, Baron Wolfgang von Strucker. The head of Hydra.”
“Oh, right. Speaking off.” Nyx said, “Duke, we were followed by some Hydra people.”
‘Have they been contained?’ He asked immediately, ‘Any casualties?’
“Yeah we’re fine. They’re in Astraeus.” Wanda said, “Although I think one might be missing a chunk of his head cause my wife threw a twenty five pound plate at him.”
“Hey, he was armed.” Nyx defended.
Wanda was about to retort but Duke sighed.
‘Nyx, do you still refuse to use guns?’ he asked, his frustration audible through the phone.
“Yes.” Nyx said firmly.
Wanda frowned, “Why are you against guns?”
“They’re a coward’s weapon.” Nyx growled with a surprising amount of hostility. “They do nothing but kill and destroy.”
“How’s it different from an arrow or a knife?” Wanda asked.
Nyx shrugged, “They can have different purposes. They require skill. Effort. Gun’s are effortless. Any idiot with a gun can kill.”
‘Don’t bother, Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers.’ Duke said with a sigh, ‘I’ve had this conversation with your wife multiple times. She refuses to budge.’
“Hey, I don’t care if others use it.” Nyx said frowning, “I refuse to use it myself. That’s it.”
Wanda nodded, “Okay, baby.”
Nyx took a deep breath in when Wanda gently put her hand on the brunette’s arm. Letting it out slowly.
“I’m sorry.” Nyx said. “I just.. I don’t like guns.”
“That’s okay,” Wanda said gently. “Is that why you had tried to give it to me when we first met? So I wouldn’t have to make it personal?”
Nyx nodded.
“Duke,” Wanda said, “Can you please look into all files SHIELD has on Strucker?”
‘Anything I should know?’
“Their base used to be in Sokovia.” Wanda said sadly. “It’s not commonly known, but they’re a rather old organisation. They were initially part of the research division of the Third Reich.”
‘May I ask how you know this, Ma’am’
Wanda stared out the window, “Cause Strucker, himself, told me. In the few months before Erik picked my brother and I from Sokovia, Strucker took us in.. tried to.. condition us. Erik, being Erik, nearly killed him.”
‘Erik Lehnsherr, your biological father?’
“Yeah,” Wanda said. “Erik had escaped one of the concentration camps as a child. Made it his life’s goal to fight fascism. He was rather… violent in his activism.”
‘I like him, already.’ Duke said dryly.
Wanda chuckled, “Yeah, me too. Did the office check reveal anything?”
‘Yes, ma’am. There was a device in the room. They are still running an analysis but I suspect it was a short range explosive.’
“…What.” Nyx said dangerously.
“Hey,” Wanda said immediately, her hand on Nyx’s thigh. “You got us out of there. We’re okay, thanks to you.”
‘Nyx, how did you know to get Wanda out?’ Duke asked, ‘It may be vital for security in the future.’
“The sound.” Nyx said lowly. “There was a high pitched sound that usually isn’t there in the room. Wanda’s office is one of the only properly insulated places in the building, so I can remove my earbuds. There was a distinct high pitched sound in the room.”
‘Hm. I’ll see if we can replicate that using sensitive mics.’
“That would be perfect, Duke. Thank you.”
‘No thanks needed, Ma’am. Just doing my job. Speaking of, I’ve swept your home. It should be clear. I had someone change the locks and installed security systems.’
“Wanda will oversee the tech part of it.” Nyx, said. “Can you send it to her?”
‘Actually, I’m at your place right now.’
“Oh perfect,” Wanda said, “Cause we’re almost home.”
X—X—X—X—X
Wanda had just finished saying hi to Duke when the sound of her wife calling her name from above gave the sokovian goosebumps.
Over the years of knowing Nyx, Wanda had picked up on the different tones in Nyx’s speech. Right now? Nyx was close to a panic attack.
Duke must have picked up on it too, because the both of them immediately made their way to Nyx.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Wanda asked as she climbed up the stairs, she saw her wife was practically hyperventilating.
“S-someone’s been in our room.” Nyx said.
Wanda turned to Duke who shook his head.
“Nobody was allowed to enter the bedrooms, ma’am.” He said, removing his gun from the holster.
“Nyx.” Wanda said gently, putting a hand on her wife’s back. “What is it.”
Wanda peeked into the room, it was clean. Nothing particularly out of order. But given the way her wife was practically hyperventilating.
“Do you hear the sound, again?” Duke said immediately.
Nyx shook her head. “I.. I don’t know how to explain it. Something feels off.”
There must have been a sudden change because Nyx froze.
“Duke.” Nyx said quietly, suddenly calm. “Take Wanda downstairs. Now.”
“Wait- No.” Wanda said when Duke immediately moved to guide her gently. “No. Nyx, I’m not leaving you.”
“I’ll be right with you, Wands.” Nyx said lowly.
“You better.” Wanda whispered as she let Duke take her down.
Wanda sat on the chair, her back to the wall. Duke stood in front of her, gun drawn. They had just sat down, Nyx had closed the door.
A sudden scream made Wanda stand up and Duke turn the safety off. From this angle, the both of them could see the bedroom door. It splintered open as a man in black tactical gear was thrown through the door, falling onto the coffee table.
There was a crack, another scream. Moments later, Nyx emerged, eyes blazing. She threw another man down, who fell on the first. The third was tossed to fall down the stairs. She jumped off the balcony, a double knee drop onto the two men on the coffee table. She landed with such force that the marble underneath cracked, the table shattering completely. The man at the bottom screamed. She grabbed his jaw and crushed it effortlessly.
Wanda watched as the man who was on the stairs wobbled up, sprinting to Nyx. Duke aimed his gun but Nyx was faster, punching him in the sternum. A loud crack and the man fell to the floor. Dead.
Duke took a step forward, freezing when Nyx’s gaze turned to him. Immediately, Wanda moved in front of the man.
“Baby.” Wanda said carefully, “I’m here. I’m okay.”
Nyx stared at Duke as Wanda took slow steps towards her wife. She cupped Nyx’s face.
“Duke. Don’t move.” Wanda said, her eyes on Nyx. “Baby. I need you to look at me.”
Nyx slowly drifter her gaze to Wanda, the sokovian smiled gently. “I’m okay.”
“They.. they were in our bedroom.” Nyx breathed, fear finally breaking through the anger. “They.. They were waiting for us.”
Wanda shivered at the thought. If Nyx hadn’t caught whatever she did, this would have ended very badly.
There was a quiet tick that made even Wanda freeze. The sokovian watched in real time as her wife faded and Midnight reappeared.
“Wanda.” Nyx said quietly. “Stay behind Duke. I’m going to kill them all.”
Wanda ran to the chair again, taking Nyx’s phone out. She’d left hers in the office. She dialled Steve Trevor.
“Hey Wands, what’s up?” Steve said playfully, “Miss us already?”
“Steve.” Wanda whispered, her hands shaking.
“Talk to me.” Steve said, his tone immediately serious. “Are you home?”
“Alright Wanda, I want you to stay on call with me. Midnight with you?” Steve said.
Wanda briefly heard commotion on the other side. Shuffling and talking.
“She’s.. she’s dealing with them.” Wanda whispered. “I-I’m scared, Steve.”
“I know, hon.” Steve said. “We’re on our way.”
“Are you calling back-up?” Duke asked, eyes looking around.
“Who’s that?” Steve asked immediately.
“Duke.” Wanda said, “He-He’s our head of security.”
“Nyx told me about him. Seems dependable.” Steve said, “I’m in the car. There’s a couple of us. We’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
The sound of screaming and things shattering and breaking in the distance made Wanda flinch.
“Wh-what if she gets hurt?” Wanda said shakily, tears pooling.
“Midnight?” Steve said, “She’s going to be okay. Alright, I’m putting you on speaker. Circe, Jason, and Jon, are here too.”
“Hey Wanda.” Circe said gently, “You hurt, darling?”
“No.” Wanda whispered, the sound of a gunshot making even Duke flinch.
“Was that a gunshot?” Came a voice she wasn’t familiar with, probably Jon.
“Shut up. Jon.” Steve said over the phone.
The door that Nyx had entered burst open. A panicked, blood soaked man came crawling through. He screamed as a cord wrapped around his neck like a noose tugged, pulling him back into the room
“Sweetie,” Circe said. “Talk to us, What’s going on?”
Wanda stared at the bloody handprints that weren’t there a moment ago.
“Hello?” Steve asked, “Wanda? Talk to me.”
Wanda snapped back, “I’m here.”
“We’re almost there, Wanda.” Jason said gruffly.
“Please hurry.” Wanda said.
‘Where are they.’ Nyx roared in the background, making Wanda flinch.
There was some sound that Wanda couldn’t identify.
‘Duke. Get her out of here.’ Nyx yelled.
“No.” Wanda breathed, “NO. No.”
Duke picked her up immediately, wincing as Wanda fought his hold.
“Duke, Let me down.” Wanda screamed.
“I’m sorry, Wanda.” Duke said, rushing out of the house. “I can’t do that.”
“I can’t leave her alone.” Wanda sobbed.
Duke put her down in the elevator.
“Wanda, I need you to listen to me carefully.” Duke said. “Nyx is by far the most capable person I have met. I need to ensure your safety.”
“What about hers?” Wanda sobbed, “Why don’t any of you care about her?
The elevator door opened revealing Steve, Jason, Circe, and Jon. All in tactical gear.
“She’s alone,” Wanda cried, “An-and scared. and alone.”
“Not anymore.” Circe said, taking out a gun.
Wanda watched as the four of them went upstairs, impulsively, running into the elevator.
Duke lunged, making it as the door closed.
“What are you doing?” Jon demanded, ignoring the nudge from Jason.
“I’m going to make sure my wife is alright, asshole.” Wanda seethed, breathing heavy. “Give me a gun.”
Jon snorted, “I’m not goin-“
“Give me a fucking gun.” Wanda yelled. “I know how to use one, you dick. My dad’s a vet, too.”
Jon blinked, Steve sighed, handing a pistol to Wanda.
When the elevator door opened, Wanda almost vomited her dinner. The smell of blood was everywhere.
Steve was the first to go, Jason and Circe following him. Jon was at the back, while Duke was beside Wanda. Steve waited by the door, Jason counting from his fingers before he pushed the door open. Steve raised his gun, turning left. But he paused, standing up.
“Oh…fuck” He breathed.
Wanda’s heart pounded, “What. What is it? IS it Nyx?”
Circe entered, her eyes widening.
Wanda pushed past Duke. Circe turning to her.
“Wanda, wait. I don’t think-“ She tried, but Wanda didn’t listen.
She walked in and immediately wretched, right on the floor. Circe rubbed her back comfortingly, holstering her weapon.
The foyer looked… well, wrecked. Furniture was shattered. Even though Wanda had been gone maybe five minutes. The wreckage had clearly extended to the hall. But what made Wanda sick wasn’t the furniture. It was the human remains scattered… everywhere. Everything was everywhere. Like they’d been ripped apart. The thudding sound drew everyone’s attention.
Jon was the first to move, opening the door to enter.
“Jon, wait. Don’t-“ Steve tried, but it was too late.
A loud thud and Jon flew back, slamming his back against the wall.
“..go in..” Steve finished, sighing.
“Alright, there’s clearly no threat anymore.” Steve said, holstering his weapon. “Wanda.. As much as I hate to ask you this, you’re the only person who will be able to enter that room.. so.. I need you to call out to her. Right now.”
Wanda frowned, “What?”
Steve sighed, stepping behind Wanda. Practically using the woman as a human shield.
“Call out to your wife.” Steve said gently.
Circe and Jason followed Steve, standing behind Wanda.
“Go ahead.” Circe urged.
“N-Nyx?” Wanda called out, the thudding stopping immediately.
“Wanda?” Nyx’s voice came.
Fresh tears fell from the red head. “I- I’m here. Can you come to me, please?”
Wanda heard some shuffling, and her wife emerged. Bathed in blood. Wanda let out a sob as she ran to her wife, ignoring the warning from Duke.
Nyx looked.. scared, tired… broken.
Wanda hugged her wife, ignoring the gore sticking to her wife.
“Are you okay?” Wanda asked, scanning her wife.
Nyx nodded, “It-It’s not mine.”
Wanda sobbed, hugging Nyx again. “I was so scared. I’m so sorry, Nyx. I didn’t want to leave you.”
Nyx nodded, tears falling from her face. “I..” she tried, but nothing came out.
Wanda held her wife as the brunette cried, holding Wanda tightly.
After some soothing and word of encouragement, Nyx was stable enough to let Wanda take her to a shower. Steve and the others questioned the last survivor.
..
Wanda gently washed Nyx’s hair. The two sitting in the shower. The sokovian had put on some music playing in the background. The two agreed that it would be safest for them to temporarily move to Astraeus.
“…are you mad at me?” Nyx asked, speaking for the first time.
Wanda wiped some shampoo from the brunettes face, shaking her head.
“No, baby.” She said softly. “I’m not.”
“Disappointed?” Nyx asked quietly.
Wanda softly kissed her wife’s face and then her bruised knuckles.
“I feel nothing but love and adoration for you, Nyx.” Wanda said genuinely.
Nyx nodded, “Are you.. are you okay?”
Wanda smiled, “You’ve been worrying about me the whole day. It’s my turn now, okay?”
Nyx nodded.
Wanda hummed the song that was playing, Coffee by Beabadoobee. She briefly wondered if Nyx’s butt was hurting sitting on the ground but realised that her wife probably couldn’t feel anything but the sokovian’s hands on her.
Wanda moved so she was comfortably sitting on Nyx’s lap, the shower in the rain setting, hot drops of rain washing them together.
I like it when you hold me tight, make me feel nice.
Wanda smiled as Nyx mumble the song under her breath.
The green in your eyes, makes me feel warm inside.
Nyx sang, looking at Wanda’s smiling figure.
“This is a really gay song.” Nyx said softly
Wanda chuckled, “Yeah, it really is.”
“I love you..” Nyx said, more alert and less distant by the second.
Wanda’s eyes watered as she nodded.
“I love you so much, Wanda.” Nyx said emotionally. “I get.. I get so scared.. I’m sorry I lose it.”
Wanda sniffled, kissing her wife’s cheek, “I don’t blame you baby, I nearly shot Jon in the elevator.”
Nyx scrunched her brows, “Who?”
“The.. war vet? The one you threw against the wall?”
Nyx frowned, trying to remember. “I don’t.. I don’t think I know a Jon.”
Wanda shrugged, “He was with Steve and Circe.”
Recognition passed Nyx’s eyes, “Oh.. he must be Steve’s brother.”
“Real brother?” Wanda asked.
Nyx shook her head, “Military teammate kind of brother. Steve considered all his team his brothers and sisters.”
Wanda nodded, “That would explain why he didn’t know me or you.”
After the two of them were clean, they wore and took whatever clothes they could find that weren’t torn, dirtied, or bloody. They packed their bag and walked downstairs. Wanda held Nyx’s hand as Nyx viewed the state of their apartment.
Steve was on call with Andy, telling her what had happened. Jon was lounging on the non-dirty sofa while Circe was talking to Duke.
“Duke…” Nyx said quietly, garnering everyone’s attention. “Thank you.. and I’m sorry.”
Duke shook his head, “No gratitude or apology necessary. I’m glad you noticed something. I apologise for not doing a more thorough sweep of the house. I hadn’t realise-“
“Duke,” Wanda said gently, “It wasn’t your fault.”
Duke nodded stiffly, clearly still bothered. Steve finished his call and walked to the couple.
“Hey bud.” Steve said gently, looking at Nyx. “Any injuries?”
Nyx shook her head, eyes on the floor.
“Mi-Nyx? Can you look at me?” Steve said gently, smiling when she did. “You did what you had to. You needed to protect your family.”
Nyx swallowed, hand tightening on Wanda’s. Steve raised his hand to shake Nyx’s but she did something far more surprising. She hugged him.
Steve’s eyes widened, slowly moving his hand to hug her back. Wanda stood there, teary eyed at the sight of her wife hugging someone. Compared to Steve Trevor’s bulky body.. Nyx, maybe for the first time, looked small. Steve gently soothed her back.
“It’s alright, Nyx. We’re here.” Steve said gently.
Nyx nodded into his chest, “Thank you for coming when Wanda called.”
Steve chuckled as Nyx stepped back, “You kidding? I would have come even if she hadn’t asked me to.”
Jon cleared his throat from behind, wincing at Circe punching his arm.
“Right,” Steve said, “Nyx, this is Jon. One of my brothers I had told you about. Jon, Nyx.”
Jon shook her hand, “It’s an honour to meet you ma’am,” He said enthusiastically.
“Why?” Nyx asked, frowning. “I never served.”
Jon paused, “You didn’t?”
Nyx shook her head, “I.. uh.. well, I’m not allowed to enlist.. for a couple of reasons..”
Jon looked at her, looked at the state of the house, then back at her.
“…oh.” He said, stepping back.
Nyx nodded, “W-what do we do now?” She asked Steve.
“I’ve spoken to Andy, she’s sending a cleanup crew here. They’ll.. deal with everything.”
As if on cue, the elevator dinged open. Nyx instinctively stepped in front of Wanda, relaxing only when she saw Andy and a couple other people.
“Your saviour is here.” Andy said dramatically, three guards with her while the cleaning crew entered.
“Hey Andy,” Wanda smiled when the girl came to hug her.
“You doin okay?” Andy asked seriously, “You can come to the mansion. Nobody would dare to disturb you there.”
Wanda shook her head, “We’ll be at Astraeus for the time being.. Once we figure out why Hydra is after us and how we can stop them, we’ll.. move back in..”
“And you?” Andy asked Nyx gently, “You holdin up okay?”
Nyx shrugged, a sad smile on her features. “I mean, I’m fine..”
Andy gives Nyx a pointed look, “I didn’t ask if you were fine. I asked how you were holding up.”
Nyx sighed, “I’m… tired. And scared. And angry.”
Andy nodded, “Come on, lets get you all home. My cleaners will sort this out.”
“Boss.” One of the guards said, almost shyly. “Is that..”
“Ah, yes.” Andy said, grinning. “Nyx, please meet Stellan. He’s a fan of yours.”
Nyx laughed humourlessly, “Fan of midnight, you mean?”
“I just love what you did with Tartarus, Ma’am.” Stellan said starry eyed, “Your choice to turn it into Astraeus, the layout. Turning an underground fighting ring into a refuge for marginalised communities. I really admire that.”
Andy looked at Nyx smugly, who simply blinked. Wanda and Steve both cracked a smile.
“Actually,” Nyx said quietly, “It was my wife-“
“Who realised what a great idea Nyx had.” Wanda cut in smoothly, “And saw the potential that Nyx did. Did you knew she spent over a month working on just the safety features of Astraeus?”
Stellan nodded, smiling. “Boss told me everything. It’s.. It really is an honour to meet you, ma’am.”
“Tell her about the nerd thing.” Andy coaxed, making Stellan blush.
“What nerd thing?” Nyx asked.
“Your ties to greek mythology,” Stellan said shyly. “I, myself, am a fan. Although with yours and boss’s heritage, I did quite a bit of research about south asian mythologies, too.”
Nyx smiled at that, “You have favourites?”
Stellan nodded enthusiastically. The two of them spoke as Wanda walked next to Andy.
“You plan this out?” She whispered to the younger woman.
Andy nodded, “There’s quite a few people in the family that admire Nyx, although most for Midnight-related shenanigans. Stellan is a big nerd, just like my sister.”
Wanda chuckled, bumping hips with her sister-in-law. “I love you Andy.”
“I am pretty loveable,” Andy said.
“Oh yeah,” Wanda said a little sarcastically, “That’s why you’re the head of the mafia.”
“A mafia.” Andy corrected, “There’s more than one, Wanda.”
Wanda chuckled, “Yes, but I’m aware that your.. clan? Family? I never know the term. Anyway, I know yours is the most… dominant.”
Andy grinned proudly, “Fair enough.”
Wanda frowned, “Does it ever get… too much?”
Andy shook her head, “I love it. That means that even the annoying stuff is fun for me. A little twisted, I know. But stuff like death and killing and torture don’t really bother me.”
Wanda nodded, “Fair enough.”
One of the other security guards walked back from the room Nyx had been in. Wanda didn’t enter, she knew there was nothing good to see. Besides, from the way Nyx kept eyeing that room, she wasn’t sure it would be a good idea for either of them to take a look.
He whispered in Andy’s ear, who scowled. At that moment, Wanda thought of how similar the two women actually looked. Sure, Andy’s was a shade lighter and her eyes were more of a dark brown. Her hair was curlier than Nyx’s, but the outfits, the way their brows pinched together. It was especially cute how the both of them had the same pout when they were contemplating something.
Andy noticed Wanda staring at her, she frowned. “What? Why are you staring?”
Wanda shook her head, “Just noticing how much you look like Nyx.”
The way Andy’s eyes widened before glancing at Nyx and adjusting her jacket collar made Wanda realise suddenly.
“That’s not a coincidence.” Wanda said, grin spreading. “You want to be like Nyx. Oh my god that is so cute.”
“Shut up.” Andy hissed, glancing around. “I’ll kill you,” she threatened.
Wanda snorted, “Aww, You wanna look like your big sister.” she cooed.
Andy glared at her, the tips of her ears bright red. “You better not tell anyone.”
Wanda smiled, “It’s our secret.” Wanda promised.
“Besides,” The sokovian teasing, “I think it’s adorable-“
“Alright, that’s it.” Andy called out, making Wanda giggle.
Everyone looked at her as she spoke to the cleaners.
“I’m taking all of you back.” Andy said, “I’m gonna hang around Astraeus for a day or two and then head to Latveria by thursday.”
“Victor’s place?” Nyx frowned.
“Who’s Victor?” Steve asked, walking to them.
“Dr. Victor Von Doom.” Nyx said, “Intelligent guy. Good conversationalist. Sociopath. Makes a great club sandwich.”
“Naturally,” Steve said dryly. “Why are you going there?” he asked Andy.
“There’s a shipment of advanced weapons that I’ve bought from him.” Andy said, “He’s invited me to check them out first before they’re shipped.”
Wanda frowned, worried about her sister-in-law. “Is that.. safe?”
Andy snorted, “Is anything, in my line of work?”
“It’s okay, Wanda.” Nyx said gently, walking to the elevator. “Dr. Doom is dangerous, but he’s not crazy or dumb. In fact, he’s quite a gentleman to people he likes. I can only think of one person he despises.”
“Let me guess,” Wanda said flatly, “Dr. Reed Richards.”
Andy looked impressed, “You know Reed?”
Wanda shrugged, “I met him once at a conference a month or so ago. Smart man, just not the greatest at.. people.”
“You seem to be familiar with those kind of people.” Circe said smirking, glancing at Nyx.
Nyx on the other hand, was looking at the horizon through the glass wall of the elevator. The group entered Andy’s limo.
“Don’t worry, it’s bullet proof and bomb proof.” Andy reassured as she sat it.
Jon let out a low whistle, “You must be rich rich.”
Andy looked at him distastefully, “I’m not sure I like you.”
Jon gave her a cocky smile, “You will soon enough.”
“Can you stop flirting with my sister?” Nyx asked, an edge to her voice.
Jon raised his hand in surrender. Yeah, Wanda really didn’t like him. From the look that Andy’s guards were giving him, they didn’t either.
“Alright,” Andy the mafia boss said, “I want a detailed report of what happened.”
Nyx went to speak but Wanda put a hand on her thigh, shutting the brunette up.
“I had a meeting with Lex Luthor at noon.” Wanda began, “He offered a cease-fire. However there was a clause that allowed his affiliated companies and groups to interfere with business. I’m pretty certain that he is working with HYDRA. A nazi organisation. They planted a spy in my firm and a bomb in my office.”
She nodded as people around her looked surprised and concerned, “Thankfully, Nyx noticed something was wrong and took us to Astraeus. We were tailed all the way there. They had sent a few henchmen which Nyx, Steve, and the rest took down. They’re still alive. After a little cool down, we came home. Nyx, my saviour, realised something was off. Turns out, they were hiding in our apartment. Nyx dealt with the situation while Steve, Circe, Jason, and.. Jon arrived to help. I.. I thought it best to take refuge in Astraeus for the time being.”
“Do you know why they’re targeting you?” Andy asked frowning. “My sources tell me they’re more than an organisation. They’re a terrorist group.”
Wanda shrugged, “I had a personal connection with their leader briefly. It could be cause of that. Or because SHIELD, my project that I started, butts heads with them daily. Or Lex asked them to do it, although I doubt that’s the case. He seems more.. tactical than this. I think they’re not exactly under his control."
Steve nodded, “I can ask my contacts to see. Andy, would you like to take the.. prisoners?”
Andy nodded, smirking. “Oh I’ll make them sing personally.”
Wanda suppressed an inward shudder at the implication. “I’m going to take a day or so off from the office, I’ll work remotely. That way we can make sure no such incidents happen again.”
Wanda had said it because she was scared, but mostly? She said it because she knew Nyx was still in hyperdrive. Besides, pregnancy was taking a toll on her. And after today? She just wanted to rest for a good long while. Being the CEO had its perks.
“Sounds like a plan.” Steve said, “Besides, we have a little surprise for you.”
Nyx frowned, “What surprise? I’m a little tired of those at the moment.”
Wanda held her wife’s hand, “Don’t worry, detka. I had a part in it. You’ll like it.”
Nyx nodded, sighing. “I’m sorry we missed your snack time.”
Wanda snorted, “You can feed me when we get there, okay? But tonight, I want to rest.”
“If you’re making food…” Steve said sheepishly, “Any chance you can make it for us too?”
Wanda glowered, “Usually I would deny it, but you’ve been incredibly helpful today so I’m allowing it.”
“I’m eating too,” Andy said. “And I’m staying in Astraeus, so I expect the best kind of treatment.”
“Of course, Ms. Andy.” Circe said formally.
Steve chuckled, “You can drop the formalities, C. Andy may not look like it. But she’s one of us.”
Circe nodded.
“I’m guessing she’s not a veteran?” Jon asked.
Jason groaned, “What’s with you and vets, dude? That’s like the third time you’ve brought it up.”
“Hey, I just need to know who is on the level.” Jon protested.
That was clearly the wrong thing to say because everyone stared at him.
“Does that mean you don’t respect those who didn’t serve?” Steve asked quietly. “Cause that’s not cool. And definitely unexpected, Jon.”
“Hey,” Jon said. “I don’t look down on civilians, but theres.. you know, a difference.”
“Most of these ‘civilians’ that you’ll meet can kick your ass, Jon.” Jason said, “Or need I remind you that Nyx, while distracted, threw you halfway across the hall.”
“She caught me off guard,” Jon said defensively, “Plus, she has a biological advantage.”
Wanda’s nostrils flared, “What is that supposed to mean?”
Jon raised his hands placatingly, “I’m not tryna be rude or ignorant. But the fact is that her body is a dude’s body. Even if she’s got tits and long hair.”
“Oh I don’t like you at all.” Andy glowered.
“It’s fine,” Nyx spoke up, tired. “He’s not completely wrong.”
“Oh not only is he wrong, he’s an idiot.” Circe said sternly. “It may have been true years ago, but I’ve been monitoring your blood work and doing research, myself. It isn’t true, Nyx.”
Nyx shrugged impassively, “Doesn’t matter.”
“See?” Jon protested, “She agrees.”
“Jon.” Steve growled. “Shut up. Right now.”
Jon scowled, “Yes, commander.”
X—X—X—X—X
Wanda was surprised to find her friends, including Dick (who was asleep), in Charon; the lobby.
“What are all of you doing here?” Wanda asked surprised.
Natasha was the first to stand, waking Maria up. Bruce was already awake, as was Clark and Diana. Bucky was chatting with Peter Quill, while Sam read a book.
The russian ran to Wanda, embracing her in a hug.
“We came as soon as Andy texted us.” Diana said, walking to them.
“Hey, Angel.” Steve Trevor said, making Circe raise an eyebrow.
“Steve,” Diana greeted. “It is nice to meet you again.”
But it was clear Diana was being polite, she walked to Nyx who was still frowning.
“May I hug you, sister?” Diana asked quietly.
Nyx nodded, embracing Diana tightly.
“What are you all doing here?” Nyx asked, repeating Wanda’s question.
“One of our own gets attacked and you expect us to, what, sit on our asses?” Bucky asked, walking back.
“I have spoken to Steven,” Bruce said quietly, trying not to wake the sleeping kid.
“It’s just Steve, actually.” The bearded blonde said.
Bruce nodded, “I have spoken to Steve, I intend to install brand new security systems that Lucius has come up with specifically for Astraeus.”
“This was the surprise?” Nyx asked Wanda.
Wanda shook her head, “It’s surprising, but not the one we intended.”
“Why’d you bring Dick?” Wanda asked frowning.
Bruce sighed, caressing Dicks hair. The boy was fast asleep in Clark’s lap.
“He overheard about the attack in your home. He insisted on coming to make sure you two were okay.”
“Both of us?” Wanda asked playfully, “Or a certain brunette.”
“Nyx may have been mentioned by name.” Bruce admitted, “But I’m sure his intention was for both of you.”
Nyx sighed, “Look, I really do appreciate this.. but I’m tired. And I know Wanda is, too. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to head to bed. We can hang out day after or something?”
Natasha snorted, “You’ll be seeing us first thing in the morning, Nyx. Seeing as we’re staying over.”
Wanda frowned, “Do we have space for that?”
Steve snorted, “The lethe can house more than two blocks. Your wife really went overboard on the preparation.”
“It is good work,” Bruce said impressed, “The blueprints were inspired.”
“Right?” Stellan called out, coughing as he returned to Andy’s side. “Sorry, boss.”
Andy nodded firmly, winking when she made eye contact with Natasha.
Nyx sighed again, “Alright. Cool. Everyone’s staying. I’m gonna go to bed, now. I’m sorry.”
Wanda smiled, “Follow me?”
Nyx nodded, holding Wanda’s hand. Wanda noticed how Nyx was more hugging the sokovian’s arm than holding her hand. Nobody really said anything, all getting into elevators.
The brunette frowned when Wanda guided them through the Lethe.
“This is not the way to our room…” Nyx said.
“That’s cause you’re not staying there.” Steve said. “Now, don’t be mad. But I made a few changes to Lethe. Only Lethe.”
Nyx nodded, following Wanda who took her to the end of the corridor, revealing a singular door. Wanda gasped as she opened the door. It was a gorgeous mini apartment, a couch, bedroom, kitchen, and personal ensuite bathroom. Hers and Nyx’s clothes and items were already all set.
“The door has a fingerprint locking system.” Bruce said, “I arrived a little early and replaced the locks. It tracks your heart rate and sends an alert to the system if your heart rate is elevated. I’ve already installed yours and Nyx’s fingers in it. Nobody else will be able to open it. The doors are reinforced, therefore nobody can get in. Same goes with the bedroom door. There’s a hidden panic room in the closet.”
Wanda smiled, “This is amazing, Bruce. Thank you.”
Nyx nodded, “Thank you, Bruce.”
Everyone said their goodbyes again, leaving Wanda alone with her wife. The two women got out of their clothes in comfortable silence and laid down on the bed.
“Nyx..” Wanda said softly, curling into the woman. “I love you..”
Nyx exhaled, tightening her grip on the red head, “I love you too, Wanda.”
“I’m sorry I become helpless during moments like those..” Wanda said softly.
Nyx gently kissed the top of her head, “Wands,” she said quietly. “Do you know why nobody really objected to you being the CEO despite your age?”
“Cause it was in the contract?” Wanda joked.
Nyx chuckled, “They would have still found a loophole to undermine you. No, the reason nobody objects is because you are brilliant. Because when you put your mind to it, there is nothing. And I mean nothing you can’t solve. You are fiercely intelligent and a natural leader.”
Wanda blushed under the praise.
“When you had that meeting with Lex today..”
“God, that feels like a lifetime ago.” Wanda groaned, biting Nyx’s tummy.
Nyx giggled, “Well, I’ll be honest. I had no fucking idea what you were talking about. Even when you handed the documents to me, I actually tried reading it. It was.. well, it may as well have been an alien language.”
Wanda giggled, “Well that’s cause you’re not experienced or trained.”
“Exactly,” Nyx said, making Wanda frown. “I’m not trained. It’s not my forte. But I’ve been fighting since I was strong enough to hold a pencil.”
“I can fight.” Wanda grumbled.
“Oh I’m well aware,” Nyx said smiling. “I’ve seen how you get over your food.”
Wanda groaned, climbing higher and nuzzling Nyx’s neck.
“My point being,” The brunette continued. “You’re not helpless, in those moments. You’re simply not trained. And if you remember, you did help me. You found the guy in Acheron, remember?”
Wanda nodded, “So would you train me?”
Nyx thought about it, “I’m.. not sure that’s a good idea.”
Wanda looked back, glaring at Nyx. “Cause I’m pregnant?”
“That’s a part of it,” Nyx admitted, “But mostly because the way I was taught was… harsh, to say the least. Stab or get stabbed. And I don’t think I can do that with you.”
“So you’d be okay if I asked Bruce or someone to train me?” Wanda asked genuinely.
Nyx frowned, contemplating. “I’m not sure I’d be… ‘okay’ with it, so to say. But I would understand. And I definitely wouldn’t interfere.”
Wanda smiled, pecking her wife’s lips. “Good answer. Cause I wasn’t really asking.”
“I figured.” Nyx said dryly.
“Good. Now, sleep time.” Wanda grumbled, pulling the blanket over her.
Chapter summary: Big surprise Yay. Little surprise no :( Lex is a dickbag to nobody's surprise.
Warnings: The usual, Murder, graphic violence
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A/N: Chapter too long so I'm splitting it.
X—X—X—X—X
Wanda was nibbling. Nyx insisted she eat some saltine crackers right before the meeting. Much to her dismay, it helped. Nyx seemed to have notes on what Wanda would enjoy at what timing, producing them with frustrating accuracy.
Kamala had printed out some of the pages that Nyx was reading into a binder so Nyx seemed professional. She had tried to change from her denim jacket and borrowed Kamala’s black jacket that was laughably small. So she was back to looking like.. well, Nyx.
“I won’t embarrass you, I promise.” Nyx told her wife.
Wanda frowned at her wife, “Embarrass? Nyx, you’re never embarrassing.”
Nyx frowned, “Why’d you ask me to behave?”
Wanda stared at Nyx, “Cause I didn’t want you to punch Lex Luthor in the face.”
Nyx stares back, looking a little shy, “I wouldn’t punch him in the face…” she mumbled.
“So what would you do? Disembowel him? Decapitate him?” Wanda asked playfully.
Nyx giggled, “I wouldn’t do anything. He’s your rival.”
Wanda snorted, nibbling more. “He’s not my anything.”
Nyx shrugged, eyes darting to where she saw the elevator door open. Wanda stood up, keeping the biscuits aside as she moved to greet Lex Luthor and.. another man with them. Duke was with the both of them, eyeing the large man suspiciously.
“Mr. Luthor.” Wanda nodded, shaking his hand.
“Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers.” Lex greeted, his eyes darting to Nyx distastefully.
“I see you have your guard dog with you.” He said.
“Woof.” Nyx said flatly, looking up at him briefly before returning to her ‘dossier’
“Nyx is here as a consultant for Rogers Industries.” Wanda said evenly.
God, two seconds and Lex was already antagonising her wife. This man pissed her off to no end.
“I see you brought someone with you.” Wanda continued, eyeing the large man.
“Ah, yes. He is my.. protective detail.” Lex said carefully. “After our interaction last time, I thought it best to bring extra protection. Clearly a good idea since your wife is here.”
Wanda inwardly groaned, clearly she wasn’t the one with the guard dog.
“How can I help you, Mr. Luthor.” Wanda said, sitting back down. “My assistant informs me you’ve been requesting a meeting for over a month now?”
His smile dipped before returning, “Yes. Well, I wish to call a truce of sorts.”
Wanda raised an eyebrow, “And what does this truce entail?”
“Rogers Industries backs off from Luthorcorp business, and we do the same.”
Wanda considered it, she took the files that Luthor offered to inspect it. If she was to be realistic, her attack at Luthercorp was costing her firm a lot more than she initially intended. What Luthor was proposing was the most beneficial for both of them. Times like this she was forced to acknowledge how annoying smart Luthor was. There were no red flags that Wanda could find, although, knowing Lex, there was some sort of trick to this.
“May I?” Nyx said suddenly.
Hiding her surprise, she nodded, handing Nyx the folder. From the corner of her eye, she watch Lex’s brows narrow in suspicion. Wanda knew what her wife was doing. By taking the spotlight on her, she allowed Wanda the space to think about options other than what was written in the document.
Wanda wondered why Lex was insisting that much. Sure, it was fiscally unfeasible, but there had to be another reason for him to so intently request this meeting. And show up on the very same day. Wanda thought about the recent projects Rogers Industries had been affiliated with, but she was coming up empty. Then it hit her. The page Nyx unintentionally had opened very clearly stated that Roger Industries and all affiliated projects.
Hadn’t SHIELD recently started dealing with a company called HYDRA? Duke had told her that it was a front for some heinous criminal work. Wasn’t there an article she had read about Luthercorp and HYDRA?
She quickly thought of a plan of action when the man in front of her shifted.
“Well..?” Lex asked, “Is there a problem?”
Nyx looked at Luther before handing the folder back to Wanda, leaning close to her ear and whisper.
“I love you. I hope you figured it out” she whispered.
Wanda smiled slightly, nodding. She pretended as though Nyx had said something thought provoking before turning to Lex. She couldn’t let him know she figured out his goal.
“Mr. Luthor, my consultant here advises that I give this to my lawyers. She claims to have found an error of sorts.”
“What?” Lex asked enraged, “Her?”
Wanda nodded, “Seeing as she is Rogers Industries’s consultant, it would be amiss for me to reject her counsel. I’d like to request by the end of the day. I’ll have the documents sent over before the work day is over.”
Lex’s nostrils flared, looking between Nyx and Wanda.
“What did you find?” Lex asked Nyx suspiciously.
“Unfortunately, my discussions with my client must be kept confidential. It says so in my contract.” Nyx said.
Wanda wanted to kiss her wife at the professional tone.
“There you have it Mr. Luthor.” Wanda said, “Either you can give us by the end of day or it will have to be a no.”
Please agree. Please agree.
“Fine.” He said, standing up. “End of day.”
Wanda watched Lex and his big bodyguard leave. The moment they were out of earshot, Nyx asked.
“You figure it out?”
Wanda waited for Lex to leave before she squealed, hugging her wife and peppering kisses all over her face.
“Thank you.” Wanda said gratefully.
Nyx gave her a bashful smile, “I take it you figured it out.”
Wanda nodded, “How did you know?” she wondered out loud.
Nyx snorted, “You get this little wrinkle on your forehead when you’re feeling rushed. I just bought you time.”
“You did much more than that.” Wanda said excitedly, walking back to her office.
Kamala walked in, eyebrows raised at her boss’s obvious enthusiasm.
“Meeting went well?” she asked.
“Thanks to my amazing wife.” Wanda said grinning.
She handed the document to Kamala. “Make a copy and send it to the legal team. There’s a clause in there about Rogers Industries and its subsidiaries not interfering with any Luthercorp and affiliated groups. I want that changed. SHIELD should have agency separate from Rogers Industries. Ask them to hide it under other legal changes. He’ll notice it right away but I don’t want him to think I’m onto him.”
Kamala nodded, making note of it on her phone. She took the documents and left.
“That,” Wanda said to her wife, “Was amazing.”
“I’m glad,” Nyx said. “Cause its lunch time.”
Wanda fell back on her chair with a satisfied groan, “Thank god, I’m starving.”
“Hey Kamala,” Nyx talks into the intercom, frowning when there’s no reply.
Wanda giggled, kissing Nyx’s nose. She presses the intercom button and urges her wife to try again. Nyx gives her an embarrassed smile before speaking again.
“Hey Kamala?” Nyx calls out.
“Oh hey, Nyx. How can I help you?” Kamalas cheery voice cuts in.
Wanda smiled at Kamala’s genuine enthusiasm. It was one of the reasons she hired the girl. There was no hiding how she actually felt. If Kamala wasn’t enjoying something or didn’t appreciate it, she made it clear.
“Can you block off my wife’s appointment things for the next forty five minutes?” Nyx asked.
“Uh.. Sure, can I ask why?”
Nyx grinned, “She’s having lunch with her wife.”
Wanda raised her eyebrows when she heard that. She heard Kamala giggle through the intercom.
“Sure thing, Nyx. I’ll tell the others she’s in an important meeting and not to be disturbed.”
“Thank you Kamla, I appreciate it.” Nyx said with a smile.
“Had your fun?” Wanda asked, eating her very delicious burrito. “Cause I’m almost done eating. So what do you intend to do for the next forty-three minutes?”
Nyx smiled, dragging one of the chairs to Wanda’s side.
“Feet, gimme.” Nyx said.
Wanda raised an eyebrow, doing as her wife request. She watched Nyx remove her shoes and socks, taking out a small bottle of oil from her jacket pocket before she began to massage the sokovian’s feet.
Wanda let out a groan of relief. “I love you so much.”
Nyx grinned, “Rest, my love.”
Wanda wanted to argue, but who was she to argue against her wife and her heavenly talented fingers. Within seconds, Wanda fell into a wonderful sleep.
X—X—X—X—X
Wanda desperately wished for her wife to be there for the current meeting too, but she was absorbed in whatever book she was currently reading.
Instead, Wanda sat there with different heads as they gave her some version of a pathetic report that even a fifth grader knew was bullshit.
Kamala walked in from the door behind the presenter. She walked to Wanda with a note in her hand. It wasn’t new, Kamala usually gave her information that way. But what was unusual was the slight blush Kamala had as she handed Wanda a sticky note before walking back out.
Wanda gestured the presenter to continue as she opened the note subtly.
You gots this. I love you <3
Her wife’s handwriting made Wanda smile despite of herself.
“Is everything alright, ma’am?” The presenter asked nervously.
Wanda frowned, “It is, but I’m more concerned about why your reports fail to explain the sudden increase of funds your department requesting. I understood the logistics, but why? Why the need for it at this moment?”
The presenter rambled through an unsatisfactory answer to which Wanda nodded. Now wasn’t the time, nor the place, for an in-depth scrutinising.
After the meeting ended, Wanda walked to Kamala.
“Ask Marvin to see me. Now.” She said, walking in.
“Oh Wanda, you’re here.” Nyx said smiling.
The sight of her wife opening yet another tiffing made Wanda let out a loud exhale.
“Just how many of those are you carrying?” Wanda asked playfully.
“Hey,” Nyx said teasingly. “Being a trophy wife is a full time job. Gotta make sure my pregnant wife is well-fed.”
“Something your pregnant wife appreciates immensely, I assure you.” Wanda said with a grin, leaning back in the chair.
Nyx handed her wife a thermos.
“Is that… soup?” Wanda asked, nose wrinkling.
“Try it?” Nyx asked nervously.
While Wanda wasn’t the biggest fan of any kind of soup, her wife’s unintentional puppy-dog eyes were impossible to say no to.
She opened to small lid and took a cautious sip, eyes widening at the taste.
“That’s delicious.” Wanda noted, smacking her lips. “What soup is that?”
Nyx looked obviously relieved, “Tomato and Carrot soup.”
“Why that in particular?” Wanda asked, taking larger sips.
Nyx looked a little shy when she answered, “Tomato has Vitamins C, K1, B9, and E. Important for cell growth, bone strengthening, and a couple other things. Carrots have potassium and Niacin which are good for blood pressure and converting food to energy.”
Wanda hummed as she listened to her wife, “It’s amazing, baby.”
“Yeah?” Nyx asked hopefully. “I never made it before and there wasn’t really a particular recipe I could agree on so I just.. winged it.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Wanda said, gulping down the rest. “Fucking delicious.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” Nyx said, “I take it I can experiment a bit more?”
Wanda nodded enthusiastically as she washed her hands in her office bathroom.
“Ma’am, Marvin’s here to see you.” Kamala said from intercom.
“Let him in, please.” Wanda said, sitting back down.
“Can I listen in?” Nyx asked, sitting on her couch.
Wanda nodded, “Please do. There’s something weird going on with him, but I don’t know what. I’d love to employ our ‘Vibes Consultant’” She said playfully
Nyx nodded, adjusting her jacket seriously, making Wanda giggle. A weak knock made the both of them lock the fuck in.
Marvin walked in. Wanda noticed he was wearing his jacket that looked rather oversized on him. Interestingly enough she hadn’t seen that jacket on his chair during the meeting either. What made Wanda frown was that Nyx decided to come sit on the chair next to his.
Marvin paused, eyes on Wanda’s wife.
“Marvin,” Wanda greeted, “I’m sure you’ve met my wife.”
Marvin nodded, giving Nyx a weak smile, “The consultant.” He said.
Wanda and Nyx glanced at each other. Only a handful people had heard of the consultant joke. And only one person was told officially.
“Please, have a seat.” Wanda said with a tight smile.
“May I ask what this is about?” Marvin asked, “was there something wrong with my presentation?”
“Actually, yes there was.” Wanda stated, leaning back as she assessed Marvin, making him squirm. “I wish to better understand the motive behind additional funds you requested.”
Marvin shifted, “Well, you see, our reports-“
“It’s not the reports, Marvin.” Wanda said coldly. “I read the reports. You’re already way over budget. The budget that I personally arranged for each team. Yet you very valiantly requested for more. Why?”
Marvin’s eyes darted to Nyx who just stared at him.
“Well, you see.. I-“
“Can you do me a favour?” Nyx asked suddenly, making the man flinch.
Wanda looked at her wife, not saying anything. If Nyx was interrupting an official meeting, she probably had a good reason to do so.
“M-me?” Marvin asked, looking all too terrified.
“Nothing complicated.” Nyx promised.
Marvin glanced at Wanda before nodded.
“Here, I’ll do it with you. Can you raise your right hand?”
Nyx asked.
Marvin followed.
“Your left now?” Nyx asked.
Nyx made him try a series of movements, making the pattern more and more complicated.
“Can you try this pattern?” Nyx asked, “my physiotherapist taught it to me. It tests your dexterity.”
Marvin nodded, focused on mimicking the pattern.
“See how this moves in a soft soothing rhythm?” Nyx asked, her tone relaxing Marvin, who nodded.
“Have anything for lunch?” Nyx asked, changing the hand movement pattern slightly.
“Didn’t have any.” Marvin said, focusing on mimicking Nyx’s movement.
“Nervous?” Nyx asked.
“Not really.” Marvin said.
Wanda noticed his accent shifting slightly. As a person who consciously changed her accent to sound more American, she could tell when someone else did the same.
“Even though you had a big meeting?” Nyx asked, the movement becoming more complex.
Wanda watched in fascination as Marvin answered Nyx absentmindedly.
“You fudge the reports, Marv?” Nyx asked.
Marvin snorted. “The report’s a fake.”
“Well yeah,” Nyx said casually, keeping the flow going. “You got em good, huh?”
Marvin nodded, “definitely. They don’t even know how much they’re wasting.”
“You buy a new car with it?”
Nyx asked, moving the pattern faster.
Marvin’s brow furrowed as he concentrated on the movement.
“No, instructions were just to drain the funds.” Marvin said, sticking his tongue out in concentration.
“Lex Luthor tell you to do that?” Wanda asked, fuming.
Marvin froze, eyes darting to Nyx’s impassive ones. He turned to Wanda.
“No- no, Maam.” Marvin stammered.
“You can drop the act, Marvin.” Wanda said. “What was that accent I heard? Correct me if I’m wrong but it almost sounded like you were from Metropolis.”
Marvin blanched, “I.. I think there’s a misunderstanding here..”
“Oh there’s no misunderstanding, here, Marv.” Wanda seethed. “You admitted to falsifying documents, embezzlement, corporate sabotage. You also have violated several clauses from your contract, here.”
“What you got in your pocket there, Marvin?” Nyx asked.
Wanda noticed that now that Nyx was no longer pretending, her voice slipped back into the gruff tenor she had when around strangers. Her eyes darted to Marvin’s blazer.
“Can’t help but notice how big your blazer is. It sure hides the sag but it’s definitely leaning more towards the left. Mind emptying your pocket?” Nyx asked.
With shaking hands, Marvin removed a.. tape recorder.
Wanda glanced at Nyx who shook her head, making the sokovian sigh in frustration.
“I believe my wife requested you to empty your pockets.” Wanda said. “completely”
“There’s nothing else there.” Marvin protested.
“I see.” Wanda said coldly, “well then I suppose you wouldn’t mind going with my associate for a quick conversation, would you?”
Marvin turned around, not having noticed that Duke and another man were standing at the door. Duke walked to Marvin and put his hand on the traitors shoulder.
“Let’s go for a walk.” Duke said, his voice like gravel.
Wanda grabbed a napkin and covered the tape recorder, handing it to Duke.
“Take this obviously fake set up with you.” Wanda said, “Check it if you can find any prints.”
When they left, Wanda thought she’d get to relax, but Nyx sat there, eye closed in concentration. Wanda’s eyes widened when Nyx suddenly stood up.
“Come on.” Nyx said, not even grabbing her bag. “We’re leaving.”
Wanda frowned, “Nyx, what-“
“Wanda,” Nyx said concerningly soft, “Trust me?”
Wanda nodded immediately, leaving her laptop bag as she held her wife’s hand. Nyx and Wanda walked out. Kamala who was sitting and typing frowned when she saw the both of them.
“Is everything oka-“
“Everything’s fine.” Wanda said, “I’m heading out for the day.”
Kamala nodded, sitting back down as she waved them bye. Nyx brought out her phone as she called Duke.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want you to personally do a full sweep of the office.” Nyx said.
“On it. You headed home?”
Nyx looked at Wanda, “We’re headed to our apartment.”
“… Understood. ”
The elevator door opened as they walked to the car. Wanda understood there was something Nyx had picked up on.
“We’re not going home, are we?” Wanda asked quietly.
Nyx shook her head. The two got into the car as Nyx drove off.
X—X—X—X—X
It was at the third wrong turn that Wanda noticed something.
“We’re being followed..” she realised.
Nyx nodded, “Five minutes after we left. Three cars have swapped positions.”
“Should I be scared?” Wanda asked, looking at the car.
Nyx smiled softly, “They’re not worth it.”
Wanda nodded, “You got any snacks in the car?”
“Check the dashboard.”
Wanda let out a squeal when she found a plethora of candies and chocolates. There were multiple of Wanda’s favourite chocolates. She hummed happily as she ate.
“Who’s following us?” Wanda asked, “Doesn’t seem like Lex’s work. He’s usually more… subtle.”
“I agree,” Nyx said glancing at the car, “These people feel a lot more… direct.”
“Is it just threatening?” Wanda asked, opening another rapper.
Funny how life works. She was pregnant. Being followed. By all logic, she should be having a panic attack. But between the chocolate and her wife, Wanda just felt… excited. A little while later, they reached Nyx’s old neighbourhood.
“Baby, can you call Steve Trevor, please?” Nyx asked.
“Hey Wands, what’s up? How’s pregnancy?”
Wanda smiled, “Still sucks for now, but there’s something else.”
She glanced at what Nyx wrote.
“I’m listening.”
“Nyx and I are coming to the apartment, but Nyx has something stuck in her shoe.” Wanda read, “She’ll probably need a spatula to help remove it.”
“… I see. Alright, We’ll have it ready. What’s your ETA?”
“Five minutes?” Wanda guessed, smiling proudly when Nyx nodded with a smile of her own.
“Gotcha. See you soon. Bye.”
They reached Astraeus within record time, parking right in front of the main door entrance where Steve and another large man stood.
“Report.” Steve said, his voice authoritative.
“Three tails.” Nyx said, “possible more. Don’t know if they’re armed.”
They walked in, closing the door. The security guard, Peter Quill, waved at them with a smile.
“Lockdown protocol?” He asked casually, eating noddles from a takeout box.
Nyx nodded, “Please ask Medea to meet Wanda at Cocytus.”
Wanda frowned, “I’m not injured.”
Nyx grinned, “massage time baby.”
Wanda scoffed, “I’m not getting a massage while you do mafia shit. Speaking of, you wanna call Andy?”
Nyx smiled lovingly, “I fucking love your brain. Yes, that’s a brilliant idea.”
“Still not getting a massage.” Wanda grumbled in the elevator.
“I’ll make sure you can hear me on comms the entire time, how does that sound?” Nyx asked.
Wanda squinted suspiciously, “How physical is this going to get?”
Nyx shrugged, “I’m not sure. Depends on who it is. Any idea?”
Wanda contemplated for a moment, “I’m not certain, but I have a suspicion.”
Nyx nodded encouragingly.
“I think it could be Hydra..” Wanda said softly.
Nyx looked at the other man who introduced himself as Drax.
“on it.” Drax said, furiously typing into his tablet.
When the elevator doors opened, Medea stood there with a warm smile.
“Hello Wanda,” she greeted, “I have to say, you’re glowing”
Wanda blushed, turning to her wife.
“You gonna be safe?” She asked.
Nyx nodded, “cross my heart and hope to live.”
Wanda giggled, “Fine. Maybe a little massage won’t hurt.”
“Little?” Circe echoed with a smile, “Nyx booked you for a two-hour full-body massage.”
“You did?” Wanda asked incredulously.
Nyx gave her a shy smile, nodding. Wanda kissed her wife’s nose.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” Wanda said as Circe showed her to the room.
Nyx followed them, putting a mini speaker nearby.
“There, that’s connected to my earpiece. So you can hear everything I’m saying.”
Circe paused, “that’s not very relaxing, Nyx.” She said frowning, “it goes against the whole point of the massage.”
Nyx shrugged sheepishly, “hey, if my wife wants to hear my voice. She’ll hear my voice.”
Circe snorted as Wanda returned, changing into just a towel. Nyx was unashamedly staring at her wife’s figure. Her wife’s look as she took in Wanda’s body made the sokovian feel… desired. Loved.
That’s probably why Circe didn’t kick the brunette out until it got a little too much.
Grumbling, Nyx quickly kissed her wife before Circe physically shoved her out of the room, closing the door and locking it behind.
‘Comms check. one-two, one-two, A B C D-’ Nyx says playfully.
‘Not the time, Nyx’ Steve cut in, making Wanda giggle.
‘Don’t be a grump, Steve. My wife’s listening in.’
Wanda let out a low groan when Circe began massaging her feet. Damn.
“How’s the pregnancy treating you, Wanda?” Circe asked, chuckling when Wanda let out another low moan of relief.
“It’s hell.” Wanda grumbled, “I’m hungry and tired all the time. My feet hurt all the time. I get random headaches. I’m hungry all the time.”
Wanda grunted when Circe massaged a knot in her thigh.
‘You sound so good, baby’ Nyx said. Wanda froze, face burning.
‘What the fuck did you just say?’ Steve demanded.
‘Don’t worry, Wanda. Only I can hear you.’ Nyx said, ignoring Steve.
Wanda freezes when she hears a little crack.
‘One down.’ she heard Nyx say.
Circe pauses, sighing. She walks to the speaker before pressing a button, muting them.
“Would you find it more relaxing if you could see them?” Circe asked.
Wanda nodded slowly, brows furrowing when the woman took out a laptop, showing Wanda multiple security camera feeds.
“You have access to the security cameras?” Wanda asked, delighted.
“Who do you think set them up?” Circe winked.
Wanda watched in fascination at her wife, who was making her way through the maze of corridors. She remembered Nyx had told her that to those who didn’t live in Astraeus, the place would be impossible to navigate. She had designed each floor with the shape of something Nyx called a Strophalos. A Greek Hekatean symbol. She watched as another man approached near her wife, this time with a gun. She held her breath, but Nyx was relaxed, casually walking up to the man. Even though he didn’t notice. It occurred to Wanda that since the feed was in black and white, the floor was probably completely dark. She watched Nyx tap the man’s shoulder.
‘We wish to speak to you about your car’s warr-’
There was a shrill scream as he spun around, revealing a gun. Nyx slapped the man hard enough that he hit the wall and fell on the ground, unconscious. Wanda held back a laugh at her wife’s obvious disappointment at her joke not landing.
‘You better be leaving them alive for questioning, Midnight.’ Steve warned.
Wanda watched with a giggle as her wife gave the security camera the middle finger.
‘Where next?’ Nyx asked, taking the gun and frisking the man.
‘Acheron.’ Steve said.
‘You enjoying the show, baby?’ Nyx asked as she made her way to the emergency exit.
‘Will you stop flirting? We can all hear you.’ Steve said, exasperated. Nyx remained silent as she entered the gym.
‘Two, next to the squat rack.’ Steve said.
Wanda frowned, “How did they get up to Acheron?”
Nyx visibly paused, ‘That’s a good question, Wands. How did they get up to Acheron?’
Nyx grabbed a dumbbell and threw it on the opposite side, making a lot of noise. One of the guys went to check it out, Nyx blinked out of the camera’s range. Wanda glanced at the other screen where she grabbed the lone man by the mouth and choked him silently.
‘Nicely done.’ Steve commented. ‘For a civilian, of course.’ he added, teasing.
Nyx quietly flipped the camera off again. Wanda could tell she was searching for where the other man had disappeared off to after frisking the man. She glanced quickly and found him.
“He’s next to the cages.” Wanda said quickly, grunting when Circe grabbed her head and gently put it back in the massage chair.
She watched Nyx nod in acknowledgement. She noticed Nyx hadn’t used the guns she’d confiscated yet. The sound of a gunshot made Wanda flinch.
“Easy,” Circe said gently, “She’ll be fine.”
Wanda turned her head to watch, thankfully. Nyx wasn’t hurt. She was mad, though. She grabbed a twenty five pound weighted plate with one hand and threw it at the man. It hit him with a satisfying thunk as he went down.
‘Brutal.’ Steve said with a grimace,
‘Nice work locating him.’
‘Credit goes to my incredible wife. Who should be relaxing right now. Nyx said pointedly.
Circe raised an eyebrow, unmuting the speaker. “It would be a lot easier if her wife was getting shot at.”
‘That’s… honestly fair’ Nyx admitted. She sighed visibly.
‘What’s fair?’ Steve asked, confusion audible.
‘Your girlfriend made some a pretty good point.’ Nyx admitted.
“I’m not his girlfriend”
‘She’s not my girlfriend’
Wanda snickered when they said it simultaneously.
‘I understand her saying it. But, Stevie…’ Nyx said playfully, ‘How did you know who I was talking about?’
Wanda laughed as Circe’s face burned bright red.
‘Shut up.’ Steve grumbled.
Nyx laughed, ‘Anyway, send in the cavalry. I’m done playing. I want to get back to my wife.’
Wanda smiled at that, hearing Steve grumbling the affirmative. She watched a few adults leave the bunker and go down. It all went by rather quickly. Over seven Astraeus members for five strangers. Nyx had ignored what was going on, going up the stairs to Cocytus. She had intercepted one of the men who she previously knocked out. The guy didn’t even get a chance to react. No longer in the mood for games, Nyx picked him up by the head and slammed him against the wall, knocking the man out cold for the second time in half an hour.
“That cant be good for his brain.” Circe admonished.
A few minutes later Nyx walked in. Wanda immediately stood up and ran to her wife, who stared at her with wide eyes. She jumped to hug Nyx only to shriek at the contact. She’d forgotten that she was only wearing a towel, which had fallen off in her sudden movements. Nyx stared at her very naked wife before Circe threw a damp hand towel on Nyx’s face.
“She’s my wife.” Nyx protested, but didn’t remove the towel.
“She’s my client right now.” Circe said firmly, “Wanda, honey. Get back on the table, you still have an hour and a half left.”
Wanda sheepishly laid back down, letting Circe put the cover on her back. Circe winked at Wanda, letting her know she wasn’t actually upset. She heard the door open for a split second before her wife slammed the door shut with a thud, whoever had tried to enter hit their face against the door at mach speed.
“Fuck-OW” Steve said from outside. “What the fuck.”
“Wanda’s naked,” Nyx called out.
“..oh.. Sorry Wanda.” Steve said sheepishly, making Wanda laugh.
Circe grumbled under her breath, pressing a little harder against Wanda’s shoulder to get rid of a knot. Wanda whined at the pain, but ultimately the relief.
“Damn, Circe.” Nyx said, “Me next.”
Wanda heard Circe snort, “Sure Mrs. I hate people touching me.”
“It’s called personal space.” Nyx defended.
“It’s called trauma, Nyx.” Circe said flatly. “Now shut up or get out.”
Wanda smirked at the sound of her wife’s grumbles, knowing she was definitely going to shut up. Wanda hummed as she felt her wife in the room, the feeling of Circe massaging oil into her body. Without realising, Wanda slowly fell asleep.
Chapter summary: Big surprise Yay. Little surprise no :( Lex is a dickbag to nobody's surprise.
Warnings: The usual, Murder, graphic violence
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A/N: Chapter too long so I'm splitting it.
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“Oh god, I’m going to fucking die.” Wanda groaned.
Her current predicament must have been because of the sushi she ate two nights ago. Nyx had warned her not to eat it, said it looked contaminated. But Wanda had ignored her. She was certainly regretting that now, nausea took over again as she hurled into the toilet, groaning.
The sound of feet pattering into her bedroom reminded her of where she was, it wasn’t hell. It was her home. She felt Nyx crouch beside her, gently rubbing her back.
“Was it the sushi?” Nyx asked concerned.
Wanda nodded miserably, “It must be, cause w-“
She was interrupted by the urge to vomit. Nyx nodded, resorting to trailing soothing circles on her wife’s back. Once she was done emptying her stomach, she brushed her teeth. Nyx stood next to her. When they finished brushing, Wanda let her wife lead her back to bed, where she laid down with a groan.
Wanda closed her eyes with a hum as Nyx gently began pressing her feet. She surprised herself with a soft moan when Nyx began massaging her calf.
“Hmm, that feels really good.” Wanda hummed.
She didn’t notice Nyx raise her eyebrows as she massaged up her thighs. Wanda spread her legs instinctively. Nyx crawled up to peck Wanda’s lips softly, but Wanda suddenly felt so needy. She grabbed her wife’s face and deepened the kiss, swallowing her wife’s surprised moan.
Nyx leaned back with hooded eyes, “Baby-“
“Words later.” Wanda said, moving back to kiss her. “I need you right now. Please.”
Nyx nodded, “Of course.”
She kissed behind Wanda’s ear, who immediately gripped her wife’s back, tugging the tshirt off.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Wanda said frustratedly. “Take mine off, too.”
Wanda gasped when Nyx tore her top in half, the show of strength making her ache for her wife. She arched her back when she felt Nyx lips on her collarbone.
“Fuck.” Wanda sighed, “That feels so good.”
Nyx hummed, slowly kissing her way to Wanda’s breast. Wanda’s chest heaved at the plethora of sensations. She cried out when Nyx wrapped her soft lips around her nipple.
“Oh fuck.” Wanda gasped. “K-keep on doing that. Fuck.”
The redhead’s eyes rolled back as she felt Nyx tug, the heat going straight to her core. She let out a guttural moan as Nyx flicked her tongue against the sensitive tip of her nipple. Her wife slowly moved one hand to the other nipple which she tugged.
Wanda’s grasped the bedsheets tightly, waves of pleasure ricocheting throughout her body. Nyx sucked Wanda’s nipple rhythmically, synchronising with her hand. Moans freely left the sokovian’s mouth, her knuckled bleeding white as the pleasure built more and more.
“oh holy fuuuck.” Wanda breathed, just the nipple stimulation had her dangerously dangling of the edge.
When Nyx tugged her nipple with her teeth, Wanda came with a silent scream, her body locking up as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Nyx watched in awe as her wife came down from what looked to be a rather intense orgasm. Wanda watched her eyes wide, experiencing a similar surprise.
“Did you just..” Nyx asked.
Wanda nodded, breathing heavy.
“When I just..”
Wanda nodded again.
“You okay?” Nyx asked frowning.
“I.. think so?” Wanda said, her eyes going to her wife’s breasts. “Actually.. I think..”
“More..?” Nyx asked, a smile forming on her lips.
Wanda nodded yet again. Sighing when Nyx kissed between her breasts, slowly trailing her way down. Her hands making their way into the brunette’s wavy hair. She heard Nyx giggle as she unsuccessfully resisted the urge to push her head where she needed the most.
Nyx softly kissed Wanda’s thighs, the red head sighed, spreading her legs further. Nyx let out a soft groan at how deliciously wet her wife was. Wanda glared at her wife, who looked entranced.
“Nyx.” Wanda gritted, “I swear to god if you don’t do something, I’m g- oh, fuck”
She let out an unrestrained moan when Nyx flattened her tongue and licked a rough stripe up her pussy. Wanda writhed under her wife’s ministrations.
“Nyx,” Wanda moaned, “I’m- Fuck, so.. so sensitive.”
Nyx hummed against Wanda’s clit, making her jolt. When Nyx sucked Wanda’s clit, the woman’s back bowed to such an extent, she felt like her spine would snap in half. She yelled in pleasure, hands going to the headboard.
“F-Fingers.” Wanda moaned.
Nyx obediently inserted two fingers into her wife, who let out a guttural moan when Nyx curled them. Wanda was soaring. The pleasure unlike anything she’d felt before. She felt like she was having one long, mind blowing orgasm, while simultaneously building into another one. She cried out when Nyx added two more fingers, the stretch feeling ridiculously good. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Nyx began a punishing pace.
“Nyx. Nyx. Nyx.” Wanda chanted, her brows furrowing as her legs threatened to close at the intense pleasure.
Her words devolved into moans as she got closer to the edge, her head spinning. Wanda could feel her pulse everywhere, her pussy fluttered around Nyx’s fingers. She toppled over the edge with a cry when Nyx tugged her clit. Wanda’s ears were ringing as she came down.
Although that didn’t last long because Nyx was flipping her onto her stomach.
“Please, Wands.” Nyx begged as she lay on top of her wife.
“Go ahead baby,” Wanda sighed, rubbing herself against her wife’s bare thigh.
Nyx lifted Wanda’s hips, the sokovian adjusting so she was on all fours. Her brows pinched together when she felt her wife slowly entering her. The pain of the stretch made her hiss. Almost two years of marriage and Wanda still needed time to adjust to her wife. She felt Nyx bend down, her hand reaching to rub her hyper-sensitive clit.
Wanda’s head fell onto the bed when she felt Nyx’s rough fingers brush against her clit. Her breath hitched as Nyx entered her more. The brunette paused, letting her wife relax. But Wanda wasn’t in the mood for soft, she pushed herself back, making both her and Nyx cry out. The brunette was bent over Wanda, her breathing ragged.
“I need it rough, Nyx.” Wanda groaned, the ache now unbearable. “Now.”
Nyx obeyed. Wanda cried out as her wife thrusted into her, filling her up completely. Her hands rubbing Wanda’s clit as she began thrusting. Wanda moaned into the pillow, each thrust made her let out a groan, a mix of pleasure and pain so heady. Nyx moaned next to Wanda’s ear, making the sokovian clench around her.
“Fuck, baby.” Nyx moaned. “Oh my god, you feel so good.”
Wanda moaned in response, the way her wife felt made her toes curl. Nyx grabbed Wanda’s hips tightly, using them to pound into the sokovian. Wanda screamed, her voice muffled by the pillow. She frantically grasped at the headboard. She pushed back against Nyx with equal enthusiasm. Wanda was so close, which is why when Nyx withdrew, she cried out in frustration. Her wife bent over the bed and opened the drawer.
“Why’d you stop.” Wanda whined, “Come back.”
Nyx kissed her wife’s back in apology, “I’m sorry baby, I just had to get something.”
Wanda was about to ask what it was but her wife entered her rather abruptly, making the sokovian’s eyes roll back and fall face first into the bed. She moaned as Nyx resumed her punishing pace.
“Fuck.” Wanda moaned, “M-more.”
“I thought you might say that,” Nyx chuckled, her breathing ragged.
Wanda heard her wife shuffle around a bit before pressing something against her clit. She screamed when she felt the vibrator buzz to life, immediately sending her head first into an orgasm.
Nyx groaned as Wanda clenched around her, trying her best not to cum immediately. She’d gotten better at it over the months, but her wife was just so fucking hot.
Wanda felt her voice give out as Nyx resumed her punishing pace, the vibrator pressed against her clit. She was barely breathing, still cumming. Her thighs shook at the strain. She was losing sight of when one orgasm ended and the other began. She faintly heard Nyx’s panicked voice as Wanda came again, the pleasure making her feel light headed. Her body slumped as she blacked out completely.
…
Wanda’s eyes fluttered open when she heard Nyx’s concern voice.
“Oh thank god.” Nyx said.
Wanda felt sluggish, her brain not completely there. She noted she couldn’t really move any part of her body.
“You okay?” Wanda slurred.
“Am I okay?” Nyx sniffled, “You passed out, Wanda. I was so scared.”
The sound of her wife crying made Wanda’s eyes shoot open. She saw her wife’s red eyes, genuine concern in them. With herculean effort, Wanda moved her hand, cupping her wife’s face.
“I’m okay, baby.” Wanda reassured softly.
“What happened?” Nyx whispered worriedly, moving to lay on top of Wanda.
Wanda’s brows shot up when she felt her wife’s obvious excitement pressed up against her stomach.
“Did you not cum?” Wanda asked, brows furrowed.
“That’s not important.” Nyx snapped, “What happened?”
Wanda was going to make a joke but the genuine concern in her wife’s voice stopped her. With how good her wife was, it was easy to forget that Nyx was actually pretty inexperienced.
“What happened, my love.” Wanda said playfully, “Is that my wonderful wife fucked me so hard I blacked out.”
Nyx blinked, “That’s.. a good thing?”
Wanda shrugged, wincing at how tired she was.
“It would be quite an achievement for most people.” Wanda said. “You should be proud.”
Nyx frowned, “..Why would I be proud of making you pass out?”
Wanda giggled, “Because you made me feel so good I couldn’t take it.”
Nyx still looked bothered by it but nodded. “It’s.. never happened before..”
“Well, it’s not exactly easy.” Wanda admitted, “I have a pretty high tolerance. But I was so.. sensitive.”
Truth be told, Wanda still was. And she still craved more. Nyx must have realised somehow because she raised an eyebrow.
“Wanda,” Nyx warned. “You literally passed out. How about we give you a break first?”
Wanda wrapped her legs around Nyx’s waist, and rolled so Nyx was underneath her. Nyx’s breath hitched at the feeling of Wand’s hot core against her hard length. The sokovian let out a shuddering breath as she grinded down.
“Wanda..”
“Nyx,” Wanda husked, “Can you feel how much I want you?”
Nyx’s breathing became shallower as her wife increased her pace. She nodded, swallowing.
“Do you want this?” Wand asked, eyes fluttering at the friction.
“Yes.” Nyx groaned. “Fuck, yes, okay. I want this.”
“Good girl,” Wanda purred.
“But- but” Nyx panted. “If you feel like you’re going to pass out, we- fuck. We’ll stop, okay?”
Wanda answered by slowly sinking down on Nyx, throwing her head back when Nyx was the way in.
“Oh my god..” Nyx whispered, eyes squeezing shut.
“Nuhuh,” Wanda rasped, “Eyes on me, baby. Show me those pretty hazels on me.”
Being the good girl she was, Nyx opened her eyes. Wanda moaned at the feeling, still feeling so fucking sensitive.
She chocked back a moan when Nyx gripped her hips, grinding her down on her a little more forcefully. She really wanted to make her wife feel good, but her body really wasn’t responding to her. Wanda fell over as Nyx took control of her hips, her clit rubbing against Nyx’s abdomen just right.
Nyx apparently, seemed to have some interesting ideas when she took one of Wanda’s nipples into her mouth, making the sokovian cry out.
“Fuck,” Wanda moaned, “right the- oh”
Wanda tried, she really tried to hold back her orgasm. But fuck, everything felt so good.
“Wanda,” Nyx panted. “I.. I’m close.”
It didn’t matter how many orgasms she had, or that she was still coming off her orgasm. The sound of her wife close to release was enough for Wanda to build up again.
“Nyx,” Wanda sobbed, “fuck, baby. Oh fuck. Cum with me. Fuck”
Nyx moaned Wanda’s name as she got closer. She was the first to break, with a loud cry, she came in Wanda. The feeling of her wife filling her up triggered another orgasm in the sokovian.
Wanda rested on the brunettes torso as they both came down from their orgasms, aftershocks making them both jerk every so often. Wanda placed soft kisses on Nyx’s chest as the brunette caressed her hair.
“Wanda?” Nyx asked, “Can I ask you something?”
Wanda hummed, enjoying the feeling of her wife against her.
“Are you pregnant?”
Wanda stiffened, looking at her wife with wide eyes.
“Pregnant?” She echoed.
“Yeah..” Nyx said gently, “The vomiting, sudden sensitivity, and yesterday, you literally threw out my coffee.”
“Cause it smelled disgusting.” Wanda said, scrunching her nose.
Nyx chuckled, “It smelled like coffee, my love.”
“I.. I don’t think so..” Wanda said, suddenly tired. “I take birth control to regulate my period.. so..”
“That isn’t.. completely baby proof.. is it?” Nyx asked shyly.
Wanda shook her head slowly. The more she thought about it, the faster her heart raced. Nyx must have noticed because she suddenly moved, cuddling Wanda into her.
“Hey, hey”, Nyx cooed, “Come back to me.”
Wanda focused on Nyx, her eyes, her scent, the feeling of her skin against Wanda’s. All of them slowly helping ground the sokovian.
“How about this,” Nyx suggested, “We clean up, rest for a bit. Eat while I order a couple of those pregnancy test things, and we figure things out from there. What do you say?”
Wanda nodded, nuzzling further into her wife. Her grip tightened as the fear reappeared.
“What if it’s positive?” Wanda whispered, looking at her wife with a vulnerable expression.
Nyx smiled reassuringly, “then we’ll figure that out, too. Together.”
Wanda nodded, “hypothetically… if it was positive.. would- would you want me to keep it? The baby, I mean.”
Nyx frowned, thinking about it for a minute before pulling her wife on top of her.
“I don’t really think I can answer that, my love.” Nyx said slowly.
Wanda frowned.
Nyx continued, “I mean.. it’s your body.. I would never force you to do something you don’t want to.”
Wanda’s heart warmed. She nuzzled into Nyx’s neck.
“And if I decided to keep it?” Wanda asked carefully, “What then?”
Nyx rubbed her back reassuringly, “then I will baby proof the fuck out of this house.” She joked, “and conduct a meta analysis on how to be a good mom and a good wife.”
Wanda giggled, “you’re already the best wife.”
Nyx grinned proudly, “That’s true. I am.”
“So humble.” Wanda said dryly.
“How about you stay here, and I clean you up?” Nyx offered.
“As tempting as that as..” Wanda said smirking, “I think we’ve made a little too much of a mess on the bed.”
Nyx smiled at her wife dreamily, “we really did, didn’t we.”
Wanda rolled her eyes, hiding her blush. “Come on lover girl. We’re going for a shower.”
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“Nyx… this is not a couple..” Wanda said in disbelief.
After their shower and a not-so-quick two hour nap, Nyx had insisted Wanda chill in bed while she made her breakfast and brought her some breakfast in bed and the pregnancy tests.
Wanda stared at what were least two dozen pregnancy tests, all different brands.
“Yes it is..” Nyx said frowning. “I wasn’t sure which one to get, so I just got them all.”
“You know I have to pee on them right?” Wanda reminded her.
Nyx nodded enthusiastically, “I spoke to the pharmacist about how to use them.”
Wanda stared at her wife, “just how much pee do you think I’m capable of?” She demanded.
Wanda scoffed as her wife thought about it. The woman was actually attempting to calculate how much Wanda could pee. She grabbed three of the most appealing from the pile and walked to the bathroom. Nyx followed her but Wanda stopped her.
“Nyx,” Wanda said impatiently, “I know we’ve done it before. But you’re not going to stand there while I Pee, okay?”
Nyx looked like she wanted to argue but decided better of it. She nodded. Wanda sighed, closing the door and locking it shut. Just in case her wife got any funny ideas. She walked to the toilet and sat down.
It was ironic, the moment she sat, a sense of panic gripped her heart. Despite just saying the opposite, Wanda suddenly wanted her wife by her side.
“Nyx,” Wanda called out, her tone slightly panicked. “Can you come in, please? I need you.”
Wanda had forgotten that she locked the door, because after a little jiggling of the doorknob, there was a loud ‘Crack’, followed by a dull thud. From the corner of her eye she saw Nyx gently walk to her and kneel so the brunette was in her field of view.
“Did you rip our door open?” Wanda asked distractedly, reaching out for Nyx’s hands.
“Not the door.” Nyx promised, “although I may have accidentally ripped our door knob in half.”
Wanda nodded distractedly, it wasn’t the first time Nyx had accidentally broken furniture. It wouldn’t be the last.
“How can I help?” Nyx asked gently, rubbing Wanda’s knuckles reassuringly.
“Tell me everything will be okay.” Wanda said vulnerably.
Nyx’s expression softened, “I promise you, Wanda Maximoff-Rogers. I will stay with you and do everything in my power to make things okay. And do anything I can if they aren’t. I’m not leaving you, alright?”
Wanda nodded softly.
After an intense pee and check later, Wanda sat okay Nyx’s lap on the toilet seat, waiting for the result to show. Despite what she had told Nyx, she ended up using more than three. Her heart was pounding as the time limit for the result neared.
“I can’t do this.” Wanda said, hiding in Nyx’s chest.
A few moments later, Nyx gasped. Wanda immediately looked at the results and her heart dropped. Five out of six tests were a positive. Wanda was properly hyperventilating at this point.
“Nyx,” Wanda said panicked. “I.. I don’t know if I’m ready to be a mom.”
Nyx gently picked her wife up, Wanda nuzzling into Nyx neck as she inhaled her wife’s glorious scent.
The two of them went back into the bed where there lay a stack of waffles, Wanda’s favourite breakfast. They were still hot.
“We have our answer,” Nyx said gently, “But that doesn’t mean we have to make life changing decisions right this second. “
“But-“
“No buts, my love.” Nyx said gently. “I’m sure we can afford to rest for the day, let the realisation sink in. What do you say? Just you and I, resting today.”
Wanda stared at her wife’s teary eyed. “Promise you won’t leave?”
Nyx smiled softly, “I swear on all that I hold dear. I will be with you until my last breath.”
Wanda nodded, “okay.. “, she said softly, “Let’s chill today.”
She laid down on Nyx, who spread her legs to make it more comfortable.
“It’s okay, baby.” Nyx whispered in Wanda’s ear.”I’m not going anywhere, okay?”
Wanda nodded, suddenly tired. She closed her wife, the feeling of Nyx’s breath sliding her backing peaceful oblivion whenever she was in Nyx’s arms.
X—X—X—X—X
Wanda regained consciousness when she felt Nyx under her adjust slightly. She wasn’t surprised that she had practically climbed on top of Nyx during her sleep. It happened almost every night.
“You can go back to sleep, baby.” Nyx said gently, caressing her back.
Wanda groaned, “Are you going to be this soft the entire time?”
Nyx grinned, “I’m always soft with you.”
Wanda raised an eyebrow, “need I remind you we fought the entire time.”
Nyx laughed, “That’s true.”
She kissed Wanda’s forehead softly, making the red head melt.
“You deserve some softness every now and then, Wanda.” Nyx said gently.
That was enough for tears to form under Wanda’s eyes. She burst out crying, resting her head on Nyx’s chest. The brunette looked alarmed for a moment before smiling understandingly.
“I- I think..” Wanda sniffled, looking at her wife with a concerned expression. “I think I.. wanna keep it.”
Nyx looked at Wanda for a moment, processing before she nodded.
“Okay,” she said simply.
Wanda looked at her confounded, “Okay?” She echoed.
Nyx nodded, “Mhm.”
“Just like that?” Wanda asked, confused.
Nyx looked equally confused, “Yeah? I mean, I told you. It’s your choice, baby. I will be with you no matter what.”
“You’re not scared?” Wanda demanded, “Cause I am, Nyx.. I’m fucking terrified.”
Nyx laughed, kissing Wanda’s pout. “I am freaking the fuck out, Wands.” she reassured the sokovian.
“But as I said, we’re doing this together.” She said calmly, “And if you’re with me, that makes it slightly less terrifying.”
“What do we do?” Wanda whispered, glancing down at her belly.
“I’m not sure.” Nyx said, “Which is why, the first thing I’m going to do is a lot of research. And you? Well, as much as I want you to just rest and chill. I know you’d rather gouge your eyes out. So, I guess you’re going to do whatever the fuck you want.”
“And you’re okay with that?” Wanda asked dryly.
Nyx laughed, flipping them so she was now on top of Wanda. She rested her chin on Wanda’s chest and looked at her wife lovingly.
“Baby, it doesn’t matter whether I’m okay with it.” Nyx said gently.
“It does to me.” Wanda pouted.
Nyx nodded, “Let me rephrase that then. As much as I want this to be an us thing, I think you and I are abundantly aware that you’re going to be doing all the heavy lifting. I don’t think it’s correct of me to dictate what you want. All I can really do is make sure you feel safe, cared for, and comfortable. I’ll prepare everything I can.”
Wanda smiled, “How do you somehow give the perfect answer every time?”
Nyx grinned, “Cause I’ve read way too many books and watched so many movies of asshole parents. I refuse to act like one.”
Wanda nodded with a smile, “You.. you had said you’re scared. Can you tell me what you’re feeling?”
Nyx thought about it for a bit, sighing before she spoke. “I’m scared.. of a lot of things. This is going to change everything. I’m scared of being like my dad.” She confessed, “I’m scared that I won’t be able to take care of you, that I’m not prepared enough. I’m scared that I’ll be a shit mom.”
“There’s more, isn’t there?” Wanda asked softly.
Nyx’s eyes turned misty, she gulped, nodding. “I.. I’m jealous.”
Wanda nodded, urging her wife to continue.
“I know it’s not physically possible.” Nyx chuckled humourlessly, “But I’ve always wanted to be the one to have a child, you know... I know I don’t have the parts.. and I probably never will in this life.. But.. I just.. I wish I could do it instead, I remember you telling me you weren’t too keen on bearing a child. The family I was raised in.. it was very.. conservative. They constantly reiterated the fact the bond between the ‘mother’ and child is unlike any other. And I’ve.. I’ve always craved to have that bond.”
Wanda looked at her wife’s pained expression, heart breaking. “Oh baby.. I’m so sorry.”
Nyx shook her head, “It’s alright, my love. I’ll get over it. I don’t want you to fret too much over it, okay?”
Wanda nodded slowly, “I promise you, if I could. I’d swap my uterus with you.”
Nyx snorted, “Would you give me your vagina and clit too?”
Wanda whined, “But then I wouldn’t be able to feel good.. and you do make me feel so good, baby” she husked.
Nyx laughed, “Well then I suppose we’ll stay like this. I’ll do what I can. okay?”
“Oh no..” Wanda breathed, immediately concerning Nyx. “What will we tell our friends and family?”
Nyx looked at her wife amused, “Baby.. we’re not teenagers who accidentally got pregnant doing something they shouldn’t.. Well, maybe we did accidentally get pregnant. But you and I are married. We’re grown ass adults, even if we are on the young-ish side.”
“Young-ish?” Wanda asked offended.
Nyx snorted, “Wands, I’m twenty-five. You’re twenty-six. You graduated like, a year-ish ago.”
“Besides,” Nyx said a little nervously. “I.. uh..”
“Nyx Maximoff-Rogers,” Wanda said alarmed, “What did you do?”
“I may have called everyone over..” Nyx said sheepishly.
“…What?”
“Wait let me explain,” Nyx protested. “You had passed out and I was really scared so I called Natasha, who just laughed at me.” she grumbled.
“You called Nat?” Wanda shrieked.
“You were unconscious.” Nyx defended. “I didn’t realise it was a.. uh, sex thing.. I thought I hurt you.”
Wanda rolled her eyes, “And how did the other’s come into the picture?”
“Well..” Nyx said sheepishly, “Before I brought up the pregnancy thing, I had noticed you were feeling.. down. I thought having our family here might help?”
Wanda glared at her wife, “You’re ridiculous.” she scoffed. “Get off me, I’m going for a shower.”
“Huh?” Nyx asked dumbly as Wanda shoved her off. “You’re upset?”
Wanda continued glaring, “Do I look fucking ecstatic to you, Nyx?”
Nyx tilted her head, “Is this a pregnancy hormone thing?”
Wanda stiffened, turning back to her wife. “What did you just say?” she glowered.
Nyx’s eyes widened. “Nothing.” she squeaked. “I’m sorry, I misspoke.”
“Say that again.” Wanda gritted out. “I fucking dare you.”
Nyx looked everywhere except at her very angry wife, “I’d.. uh.. rather not, if that’s okay.”
“Say. It.”
“I asked if it was a pregnancy hormone thing.” Nyx mumbled. “I’m sorry, I won’t say it again.”
“You better not.” Wanda threatened.
Nyx nodded. With a humph, Wanda turned around and went for a shower… again.
X—X—X—X—X
Wanda had seen overprotective Nyx before. She’d seen mama bear Nyx, when they’d taken Dick out. But this? This was a whole new level.
“Nyx,” Wanda growled, “If you try to help me walk down the stairs one more time, I will kick you off the balcony.”
“Right.” Nyx said sheepishly, “I’m sorry.. I’m just.. worried.”
Wanda sighed, “I know you are, baby. But I’m not made of glass. Especially right now. Sure, I’m pregnant but probably just a few days or a week or so.. It’s literally a clump of cells.”
Nyx sighed, nodded. The bell rang just as they made their way down. Nyx eagerly walked to the door, making Wanda smile. Diana, Clark, Bruce, and Dick were the first to arrive. Dick immediately hugged Nyx, who picked him up and spun around, making the boy giggle. She greeted their friends as she closed the door. Wanda realised, despite Nyx’s worry. She had already been taking care of children, perhaps her whole life.
“Wanda!” Clark said enthusiastically, he bounded towards the red head, making her cringe.
Just before he could reach her, he was suddenly yanked back. Wanda saw Clark eye’s widen as he was practically lifted off the ground. He was put back in place, looking at a glowering Nyx.
“Nyx.” Wanda said firmly.
Nyx blinked, letting go of the man. “Sorry Clark,” she said, “I.. I’m going to go make so coffee.”
Wanda watched in amusement as her wife practically ran to the kitchen.
“What was that about?” Diana asked, frowning.
Bruce stared at Wanda, she got the feeling he knew. Or at least, was figuring it out. She sighed, nodding to Bruce. The billionaire’s eyes widened.
“You’re pregnant.” Bruce said, not really asking.
Diana, Clark, and Dick’s eyes snapped to Wanda. Who nodded sheepishly.
“What?” Clark said excitedly, turning to Bruce. “How did you know?”
Bruce looked at his boyfriend smugly, “Morning sickness, severe fatigue, mood swings that showed as depressive symptoms, and of course, Nyx’s sudden overbearing persona.”
“Nyx is always over bearing.” Diana said frowning.
Bruce shook his head, “Not enough to stop Clark from hugging Wanda by yanking him back.”
Clark ignored his boyfriend and girlfriend’s discussion, walking to Wanda a lot more calmly.
“Congratulations, Wanda.” Clark said enthusiastically, “I’m really happy for the both of you.”
Wanda grinned, getting a little teary eyed at the fact that this was really happening. Diana was next to hug her, and to her surprise, even Bruce hugged her.
Dick shyly walked to her, opening his arms for a hug. Wanda laughed, picking him up.
“So there’s a baby in your tummy?” Dick asked innocently, making Wanda giggle.
“Still growing, but yes.” Wanda said.
When the bell rang, Wanda walked to the door, revealing Maria and a very smug Natasha.
“Hey bestie,” Nat said smirking. “How you feeling? Your wife was very worried when she called me.”
Wanda snorted, “Yeah, she told me.”
Nat looked around, “So where is the stud? She in the kitchen?”
Maria snickered, hugging Wanda as she strolled into the house, falling on Diana and Clarks lap dramatically.
“Nat,” Wanda said quietly, “I’m pregnant..”
Natasha blinked, eyes slowly widening. She let out a scream of excitement, garnering everyone’s attention as the Russian hugged Wanda tightly.
There was a loud crack from the kitchen, and Nyx came sprinting into the room.
“What?” she asked frantically, “What happened?”
“You got your wife pregnant, is what happened.” Nat said gleefully, running to the brunette and hugging her.
“Huh?” Nyx asked before she was tackle-hugged by Natasha.
“I came here thinking I was going to tease you about fucking Wands unconscious,” Nat said grinning, misty eyed. “But here I am hearing I’m gonna become an auntie.”
“What was that crack sound?” Wanda demanded.
Nyx scratched her head sheepishly, “Well.. I had a cupboard door open.. and I heard Nat scream..”
Wanda looked at her wife amused, “I’m guessing that cupboard door is no longer attached to said cupboard?”
The brunette shook her head embarrassed. She excused herself to go finish the drinks. Dick joining her.
Wanda plopped herself on the sunken sofa, sighing as she relaxed. The moment she saw it in Astraeus, she knew she was getting a similar design in their living room. It made their large house somehow even larger.
“So..” Maria said expectantly, “How you feeling?”
Wanda shrugged, “It still feels surreal to be honest.. I mean, we thought the nausea was cause of something I ate a few days ago.”
“You didn’t realise when you missed your period?” Nat asked frowning.
Wanda shook her head, “I’m technically ‘supposed’ to get it a few days from now… Guess I don’t have to worry about that for a while.”
“What about spotting?” Bruce asked leaning forward, “Discharge? any tenderness or bloating?”
Wanda shook her head amused, “None so far..”
Maria looked at Bruce suspiciously, “Why do you know so much about pregnancies?”
Bruce titled his head, “Why wouldn’t I?”
Maria snorted, “Right. Fair enough.”
The group spoke for a little bit, each person updating what’s going on in their lives. Wayne Industries and Rogers Industries are booming. Clark was working as an investigative journalist, he shyly said how his coworkers were jealous that he had a direct contact with the CEO of Wayne Industries. Natasha and Maria worked at SHIELD, with Nat taking lead within a few months of working there. Diana, surprisingly, was overseeing a museum filled with Ancient Greek Antiquities. With her degree in Archeology, she had become the head curator and go to archeologist for the university.
Eventually, Nyx returned. Dick on her shoulder carrying his milkshake while Nyx carried a tray of drinks. Once everyone had their drinks, Dick climbed onto the trapeze where he practiced his tricks, giggling and laughing every time he fell onto the safety net. Nyx opened up her tablet as she laid her head on Wanda’s lap. Wanda caught a glimpse of what Nyx was reading, smiling as she realised her wife had already started her so-called research.
Bruce was in the middle of explaining the latest project that WayneTech was working on when the bell rang.
“I’ll get it.” Clark said, being the nearest to the door.
When he opened it, he was overrun by a very excited Andy and Steve who were holding balloons and flowers.
“Wanda!” Steve said, barrelling towards his daughter.
Wanda stood up, running to her father who embraced her gently.
“Is it true?” Steve said, cupping Wanda’s face. “Are you pregnant?”
Wanda nodded tearfully, hugging her father tightly. After pulling away, she turned to Andy who was grinning at her. Ever since the pool meeting, Andy had gradually changed her attitude towards her sister in law. Now, it was pretty safe to say that Andy adored the sokovian. Andy hugged Wanda tightly, who laughed and hugged the girl back. The three of them walked to the conversation pit, where Steve hugged Nyx while her sister punched her in the stomach.
“I thought you told me your shit stopped working after hormone therapy?” Andy demanded.
“I was told it did..” Nyx protested, flopping back into Wanda’s lap.
“Clearly not.” Nat said dryly.
Nyx covered her face, mortified at the direction of the conversation. “Yeah well, tell that to my endocrinologist.”
Wanda basked in the warmth of her family. Suddenly, it didn’t feel as daunting. Most of all, she watched her wife, who was reading intently. Wanda knew with absolute certainty that her wife was going to do anything she could to make sure Wanda was safe and comfortable. And that thought alone was holding back the panic attack Wanda knew she would have if Nyx wasn’t there. Perhaps that’s why Wanda’s hand was under her wife’s shirt, on her stomach. She needed to be constantly reassured that Nyx wouldn’t leave. Steve, who was sitting beside Wanda, smiled at the interaction when they made eye contact.
“How are you actually doing, Wands?” Steve asked softly.
Her friends were busy talking, or perhaps were giving her and her dad the space to talk privately. She also knew her wife was listening in with the way Nyx stopped frantically scrolling.
“I’m… scared..” Wanda admitted, “I.. I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s only been a few hours since we’ve known, but still..”
“I have no doubt about that.” Steve said gently, “Parenthood is terrifying for everyone, regardless of age. Heck, I had panic attacks every day when you and Pietro were under my care.”
“You were?” Wanda asked incredulously, “But.. you always seemed to handle it so well.”
Steve laughed, “I’m glad you think so, sweetie. But the truth is, I’d never had children before. And I’d lost Peggy a few months before you two came into my life.”
Wanda nodded, tears already threatening to fall. Fuck, she really was emotional.
“I’m sorry if..” She sniffled, “If we made it d-“
“Hey, hey.” Steve admonished gently, “Never think that, okay?”
Wanda nodded, wiping her tears.
“You and Pietro are the light of my life, Wanda” Steve said. “Always, and forever. And I don’t, for a single second, regret taking either of you in.”
She nodded, resting her head on Steve’s chest.
“Sorry I’m crying so much.” Wanda mumbled.
Steve chuckled, “You’re okay honey. You’re allowed to cry.” he said softly, caressing her hair.
Wanda nodded.
X—X—X—X—X
After a few hours of everyone insisting they stay over to help take care of Wanda and Nyx, Wanda had managed to shoo everyone away with the promise that they could come over whenever they wanted. Wanda knew there were a lot of things Nyx wanted to say, plans the brunette wanted to finalise, but said nothing, which Wanda greatly appreciated. It was already evening by the time everyone had left, so Nyx was preparing dinner for just the two of them. Wanda was sitting in her usual place, on the counter top beside her wife.
“What are we having for dinner?” Wanda asked, happily chomping on some lightly salted cucumber.
“I was thinking comfort food.” Nyx said, bending over to look at the vegetables that they had. “Which reminds me, I need to restock ou-“
Slap
Nyx stood up, eyes wide as she looked at her wife’s mischievous expression.
“Wanda Maximoff-Rogers.” Nyx admonished, “Did you just.. slap my ass?”
Wanda shrugged, grinning. “You’re the one who kept it there. All juicy and tempting.”
“Juicy?” Nyx asked, chuckling.
Wanda nodded enthusiastically, “Oh yeah. Scrumptious. Juicy, you know.. the works.”
“Right,” Nyx played along, “Of course. The usual then.”
Wanda grinned, “Yep. Better be careful bending over now.”
Nyx shook her head giggling, “So dinner, how about some Paprikash?”
Wanda scrunched her nose adorably, shaking her head. “Too smelly.”
Nyx nodded, thinking. “Mac and Cheese?”
The sokovian shook her head again, “Too cheesy.”
Nyx hummed, thinking. “What about… pizza?”
Wanda grinned, “Fuck. Yes.”
“I’m guessing no pepperoni?” Nyx asked.
“Just margarita, pleaseee.”
Nyx chuckled, “As you wish, princess.”
“Hmm. I like that.” Wanda said with a smirk, “Although maybe not princess.”
Nyx raised an eyebrow, slowly walking towards her wife. Wanda’s breath hitched as the brunette got on her knees between Wanda’s legs.
“How about, your highness, My queen?” Nyx asked huskily.
Wanda’s gaze darkened, a rush of arousal making its way to her core.
“Yes.” Wanda breathed. “That.”
“And what is it my queen requires.” Nyx asked heatedly.
Wanda’s breathing became shallower, “Y-your queen..”
“Yes..?” Nyx asked, her hand’s pushing back Wanda’s skirt further the closer she got.
Wanda thanked her forethought to change into a soft homely sundress.
“Your queen.. Fuck it. Taste me.” Wanda panted.
Nyx smirked, “As you wish, my queen.”
Wanda watched with a heady feeling as Nyx placed soft kisses on Wanda’s thighs. Her sensitivity causing goosebumps to erupt on the exposed skin. The brunette inched closer, grinning as Wanda tugged her hair.
Wanda let out a groan as Nyx made contact with her sensitive core, immediately devouring the red head.
“Oh fuck.” Wanda moaned. “Yes, baby.”
Nyx hummed, licking slow stripes up Wanda’s pussy, then trailing circles around Wanda’s clit. Wanda arched her back at the stimulation, panting out curses. The feeling of Nyx dragging her nails up and down Wanda’s thighs made the sokovian’s head spin.
She leaned back, resting on her elbows. Nyx continued flicking her tongue against her clit, changing the pattern to see what made Wanda writhe the most. What made her moan the loudest.
“Do- do the thing.” Wanda urged breathlessly.
“What thing?” Nyx asked innocently, her eyes widening when Wanda’s grip on her hair tightened.
“Enough teasing.” Wanda growled.
The sight of her wife submitting to her never failed to turn Wanda on. The big, strong woman that scared pretty much everyone, turning into a needy little sub on her knees gave Wanda such a rush of power.
Nyx nodded, “Yes ma’am.”
Wanda gripped Nyx’s hair, not letting her go back to eating her out. “That’s not my name..” she warned.
Nyx whined, nuzzling Wanda’s thigh, her pupils dilated.
“Say it.” Wanda hissed.
“My queen.” Nyx breathed heavily, “Please let me make you feel good.”
Wanda nodded in satisfaction. “Go ahead, baby.”
She tossed her head back, letting out a loud moan of satisfaction when her wife sucked her clit rhythmically, flicking her tongue against the sensitive nub with insane precision.
“Fuck, baby.” Wanda gasped, grinding herself against her wife’s face unashamedly. “I’m so close.”
Nyx hums, continuing her ministrations as she makes eye contact with her wife. The feeling of the brunettes eyes on her is what does it for Wanda. She came with a silent scream, back arching, her grip in Nyx’s hair painfully tight. She pants as she comes down, her wife slowly licking her to prolong her orgasm as much as possible. Wanda stays like that, eyes closed as she basks in the orgasmic afterglow. She feels Nyx bring a damp towel to clean her. She hisses at the sensitivity, humming when Nyx placed soft apologetic kisses on her mound.
Wanda opens her eyes, smiling tiredly at Nyx. She extends her palms towards the brunette, giving her the ‘grabby hands’.
Nyx smiles fondly, lifting her wife as though she weighed nothing. Wanda koala’d Nyx, wrapping her arms and legs around the brunette.
“I’m so glad your smell doesn’t make me nauseous.” Wanda hums, inhaling her wife’s scent. “Fuck, I love your scent.”
Nyx chuckled, “I’m glad. I’d hate to have to change my apocrine glands”
Wanda frowned, looking at her wife, “Why does it feel like you’ve become smarter after leaving college.”
Nyx snorted, rolling the pizza dough, “I was kicked out. Plus, that gave me plenty of time to read up on what I wanted.”
“Do you ever regret it?” Wanda asked, shifting so she was a little more comfortable.
She felt Nyx shake her head. “I had plenty of opportunities to resume my studies. I mean, there are plenty of other colleges in the county, alone. I chose to stay.”
“And become my trophy wife?” Wanda joked.
Nyx giggled, kissing Wanda’s temple. “Sure. If that’s what you want to call it. Plus, it ended pretty well for me, I would say.”
“You’re right, you didn’t do too badly.” Wanda teased, “I mean, you’re the owner of a pretty popular establishment. Astraeus is one of the most successful clubs in the state.”
Wanda kissed her wife’s cheek, immensely proud of what she accomplish.
“The credit goes to you as well, Wands.” Nyx reminded her, “You’re the one who sorts out the logistics and stuff.. I just put out fires wherever I can. The place pretty much runs itself.”
“Oh right,” Wanda said sarcastically, “Of course.”
“Mhm,” Nyx said, not picking up on the sarcasm. “You want olives?”
Wanda sniffed the jar, immediately gagging. Nyx closed the lid instantly, moving it far away.
“That’s a no.” Nyx said smiling. “How about corn?”
Thus began a little game they played. Good or Gag. Nyx brought out different ingredients, noting what Wanda immediately found revolting and what she was indifferent towards.
“You think you could find those grey socks of mine?” Nyx joked.
Wanda looked at her wife offended, “Do I look like a dog to you?”
The look on Nyx’s face immediately made Wanda raise her brow.
“Go on.” Wanda threatened, “Say it. I dare you.”
Nyx placed Wanda on the counter, smirking. “You don’t look like a dog, Wands. But I certainly make you my bit-“
Wanda threw a cucumber at Nyx, who ducked laughing.
“Come back here, you mongrel.” Wanda screeched, hopping off the counter.
Nyx laughed, running to the opposite side of the counter.
“No.” Nyx said playfully.
“Oh I’m going to kill you.” Wanda warned, fighting off the smile that threatened to show.
“Uhuh.” Nyx replied grinning.
Wanda lunged from the side, Nyx simply hopping over the counter.
“Stop dodging,” Wanda yelled, grinning. “You’re acting like a monkey.”
“no no.” Nyx said pouting, a smile cracking through every now and then. “I’m- i’m offended.”
“That makes two of us.” Wanda said, slowly walking towards her wife.
“I’m going to cancel you,” Nyx said, slowly stepping back.
Her wife’s grin was infectious, soon the both of them were grinning at each other, giggling.
“CEO Wanda Maximoff-Rogers.” Nyx said theatrically as though she was reading a headline, “Cancelled for calling her brown immigrant wife a monkey.”
Wanda giggled, “You gonna ask Clark to write the headline?”
Nyx nodded, stepping back further. “Yep. Just you watch, Missy. You’ll be brought down for your racism.”
“I’m an immigrant, too, you know.” Wanda countered, grabbing the spatula from beside her as she prowled towards her wife, “Unlike yours, my home country is war-torn.”
“You’ve still got your pretty privilege, Madam.” Nyx snickered. “Or need I remind you the only reason I didn’t get arrested for a speeding ticket, for a car that you were driving, was because you convinced the officer that you are my wife.”
“He didn’t even believe me at first.” Wanda complained, making Nyx laugh.
“Poor innocent little woman,” Nyx said, her back pressed against the wall. “Being held at gunpoint by a big, bad, dangerous woman.”
Wanda snorted, “The only thing dangerous about you is the speed at which you inhale your milkshakes.”
“Says the one who nearly castrated Sam when he went for your sandwich.” Nyx said grinning.
“I nearly did.” Wanda admitted, almost reaching Nyx, “The man knows better than to touch food that you’ve made for me.”
Wanda against Nyx now, looking up at her wife, the spatula pressed against her wife’s neck threateningly. She was about to lean in for a kiss but-
Jingle jingle
The sound of keys being put into the main door made the both of them freeze.
“You know what to do?” Nyx said, suddenly on alert.
Wanda nodded, reaching over to hand Nyx the kitchen knife. She pulled out her phone, 911 ready to dial. She sneaked behind Nyx, who approached the door. Nyx flicked the light switch off, bathing the room in darkness.
After a moment of adjusting, the light of the city outside lighting the foyer, Wanda noticed the door opening. Nyx moved quickly, behind the door. Two figures entered the house quietly, both male.
“I think they’re asleep.” a familiar voice whispered.
Wanda frowned, but before she could speak, Nyx kicked the smaller man, who went flying face first into the sofa. She grabbed the larger man by the throat, knife ready.
“Nyx, wait.” Wanda shrieked.
Nyx froze as Wanda flicked the lights on. The brunette’s eyes widened as she realised who she pinned to the wall.
“Steve?” Nyx asked incredulously.
Steve Trevor stood frozen, eyes wide. His eyes on the knife.
“Hey Nyx.” Steve rasped, gasping for breath as she let him go immediately.
The sound of groaning made Wanda whirl to the smaller man.
“Orion?” Wanda demanded, “What are you two doing here?”
Orion just groaned in return, slowly getting up, hand pressed against his back.
“Hey Wanda,” Steve said, rubbing his throat.
Wanda noticed a Nyx’s hand shaped bruise form on her wife’s best friend’s neck.
“What are you two doing here?” Nyx repeated Wanda’s question.
“We’re here to surprise you, you idiot.” Orion groaned, falling back onto the sofa, the right way up this time. “Has anyone told you being kicked by you feels like getting hit by a truck.”
“Surprise us?” Wanda echoed.
Steve nodded, “Congratulations on the pregnancy, by the way. I’d hug you but I’m pretty sure your wife would throw me out the window.”
Nyx blinked, still confused. She walked to Wanda, who rubbed her back reassuringly. Wanda could still feel Nyx’s frantic heartbeat.
“I.. I wouldn’t throw you out the window..” Nyx said frowning.
“You seeing this?” Steve asked, gesturing to his bruise. “I’m 6’3 and you lifted me off the ground.”
“He’s lying.” Orion groaned, “He’s 6’1.”
Steve glared at Orion as he approached Wanda, hugging her as he congratulated her.
“I’d hug you, too, but I’m pretty sure your wife broke my back.” Orion said, wincing as he stood up.
His eyes narrowed at what was in Wanda’s hand, “Is that.. a spatula?”
Wanda remembered their earlier conversation, she must have instinctively picked up the nearest thing when she left the kitchen.
“I.. I’m going to go check on the pizza.” Nyx said quietly, walking into the kitchen.
Wanda glanced at her wife in concern before turning back to her new guests.
“Want to tell me why you were breaking and entering into our home?” Wanda asked again, “Surprising us won’t cut it.”
“Hey, there was no breaking.” Orion defended as he weakly hugged Wanda. “Nat gave us her key.”
She stared at him unimpressed, making the boy sigh in defeat.
“We wanted to make sure you were sleeping.” Orion admitted, “Circe and the others are on their way. We planned a surprise party for you tomorrow.”
“So what, you were going to sneak in, reorganise our home and sleep on the floor?” Wanda demanded.
Orion winced, “Yeah, okay. The plan wasn’t the best thought out.”
“We’re sorry for scaring you, Wanda.” Steve said, “I genuinely thought you two would be asleep.”
“It’s nine thirty,” Wanda said flatly.
“Yeah,” the bearded blonde man protested, “But you’re.. you know.. married.”
Wanda raised an eyebrow, making him grimace, “What is that supposed to mean.”
“Yeah I’m not getting into this.” Orion said, shuffling away, “I’mma go check in on Nyx.”
Wanda stared at her friend, who simply looked around, avoiding eye contact.
“I.. seem to have made a mistake.” He said slowly.
The sight of a big, muscular 6’1 bearded man, shuffling his feet awkwardly as a 5’7 woman glared daggers at him would have been comical. But Wanda was in no mood for amusement.
“I’m sorry.” Steve sighed. “It was a badly thought plan.”
Wanda nodded, letting the matter go. She had bigger things to focus on, like her wife.
“I guess you can stay for dinner.” Wanda sighed.
Steve’s eyes lit up, “Is Nyx cooking?” He asked hopefully.
Wanda smiled at the man’s tone, nodding.
“Fuck yeah.” he mumbled under his breath.
Wanda walked in to find Orion shirtless behind the counter.
“Where are your clothes?” Wanda demanded.
Orion who was just talking to Nyx, snapped his gaze at her in terror, grabbing the tshirt and wearing it quickly.
“I was just showing Nyx that it isn’t too bad.” Orion explained as Nyx stood up from where she was kneeling.
“Show me.” Wanda said, a little softer this time.
Orion turned, raising his tshirt. There was a brief outline of Nyx’s foot on his mid back. Wanda realised that if Nyx had kicked him any harder, the boy’s spine probably would have broken. One glance at Nyx told her that her wife was thinking along the same lines.
She walked to Nyx, hugging her. Ignoring the confused looks that Orion and Steve gave each other.
“He’s okay.” Wanda whispered, softly enough that only her wife could hear. “They both are.”
Nyx nodded, not saying anything. Wanda understood, which is why she didn’t push. After breaking the hug she turned to the men.
“Since you’re here, you boys will help cook. Understood?” Wanda asked sternly.
“Yes, ma’am.” They said simultaneously.
She gave them the instructions, asking Steve to knead the dough as Orion shredded the cheese for the base. Nyx and Wanda made more of the tomato sauce, Wanda making jokes every now and then that made the brunette smile. Every time she did, Wanda cheered inwardly. Slowly, but surely, Nyx’s mood improved.
“Orion,” Nyx said frowning, “You’re drowning your pizza in cheese.”
“Hey, my pizza, my rules.” Orion said.
Nyx rolled her eyes, “It won’t taste as good.” she told him.
“Better do what she says,” Steve warned as he put some flour on the counter top for the pizza base. “She’s a god at cooking.”
Nyx rolled her eyes affectionately.
“Oh I agree.” Wanda said enthusiastically. “I haven’t cooked a single thing ever since we got married.”
“Finee.” Orion grumbled, “So like this?”
Nyx shook her head, bumping her hip against the boy, pushing him aside as she properly prepared the pizza. Orion gave Wanda a wink, who replied with a soundless applause, smiling.
When Nyx pulled the final pizza from their brick oven, Steve grinned gleefully. Wanda giggled at the sight of the grown man sitting excitedly while his best friend/sister made him dinner. The brunette used a pizza cutter to make even slices. Serving everyone before she sat down beside her wife.
Wanda let out a moan when she took a bite, ignoring Orion’s disgusted look.
“It can’t be that good.” He muttered.
Everyone stared at him take a bite. The boy froze, eyes wide. He glared at Nyx as he swallowed.
“Fuck you.” He grumbled, going for another bite.
Nyx laughed softly, Wanda practically melting at the sound. She fucking loved her wife’s laugh… and voice.. and smile.. and eyes.. and body.. and-
Wanda shook her head, focusing on the pizza in front of her.
After an insulting number of slices, Wanda said her goodbyes to Steve and Orion as she headed up to her room. Nyx followed her wordlessly and went to the bathroom.
Wanda hugged her wife from the back, tiptoeing to kiss her cheek.
“You okay?” Wanda asked gently.
Nyx sighed, nodding. “Just..”
“I know,” Wanda said softly, “It’s okay.
The brunette turned on the spot to face her wife, hugging her properly.
“How are you doing?” Nyx asked, cupping her wife’s face.
Wanda closed her eyes, leaning into the warmth of her wife’s palm.
“I’m… overwhelmed..” Wanda said frowning. “Everything feels so sudden.”
Nyx hummed, softly kissing her wife’s forehead.
“How about we just exist tomorrow?” she suggested.
“Like we were supposed to do today?” Wanda asked smiling.
“Exactly.” Nyx said, her smile wider.
“And the party?” Wanda asked, laughing when Nyx groaned, dropping her head on the sokovian’s shoulder.
“All these parties.” Nyx grumbled, “Why can’t they just leave us alone.”
“You love the attention.” Wanda said, wrapping her arms around Nyx’s neck as she pulled the brunette in for a soft kiss.
“I love your attention.” Nyx mumbled against her lips. “Theirs, not so much.”
Wanda giggled, giving her wife an eskimo kiss. The two practically flopped back into bed. Wanda climbed on her wife, desiring the skin-skin proximity.
“I’m sorry about getting you pregnant.” Nyx said softly.
Wanda giggled, looking up at her wife. “That’s a two way street, baby. Believe it or not, I also had a part in it.”
Nyx snorted, “Yeah.. wanna try figuring out when you got pregnant.”
Wanda laughed, “We fuck every day, Nyx.” she reminded the brunette, “usually more than once.”
Nyx blushed, “Right.. I forgot about that.”
Wanda raised a teasing eyebrow. “You forgot, huh?”
Nyx laughed, “Not that way.”
“I suppose I’m going to have to remind you,” Wanda husked, crawling up to kiss her wife.
“You’re.. mm.. insatiable.. today.” Nyx mumbled between kisses.
“You complaining?” Wanda smirked.
“Nope.” Nyx said, rolling over so she was on top. “Definitely not.”
Wanda sighed, “Good. Cause I need you.”
Nyx grinned at her wife, “I’m all yours, my queen.”
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“Nyx?” Wanda asked, calling out to her wife from the walk-in closet, “Do you think I’ve gained weight?”
“Yeah,” came her voice, “Why?”
Wanda snorted, loving her wife’s honesty. Had anyone else answered that way, she would probably be furious. But her wife was different that way. She genuinely doesn’t understand how things like putting on weight could be perceived negatively.
“So you think I’m fat?” She called out.
“Compared to what?” Nyx asked, walking in wearing only her sports bra and a towel, her hair damp from the shower.
“What?” Wanda asked, confused.
“Well,” Nyx explained while she looked for outfits to wear, “Fat is usually a comparison, isn’t it? So who or what are we comparing it to?”
“Me seven weeks ago?” Wanda said amused.
“Oh then yeah,” Nyx said distractedly, “you’re fat.”
Wanda burst out laughing, doubling over. Nyx’s head snapping to her wife in confusion.
“What?” Nyx asked, “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, baby.” Wanda said laughing, “You didn’t.”
Nyx nodded as Wanda walked up to her, “Then why are you-“
“Shut up, Nyx.” Wanda murmurs, kissing her wife.
“Hmm.” Nyx said, her eyes fluttering shut, “shutting up.”
After a brief makeout session, Wanda is back to choosing an outfit, growing more and more frustrated.
“Oh fuck this.” Wanda growled.
“What’s wrong, Wanda?” Nyx asked, having already gotten ready.
She re-entered the closet, frowning when she saw her wife’s frustrated expression.
“What’s wrong?” Nyx asked softly.
Her wife’s tone made Wanda burst into tears, Nyx’s eyes widening as she rushed to the red head.
“Nothing fits.” Wanda cried. “All my suits are useless.”
Nyx nodded, “What about a dress? That stretchy red one?”
“What about it?” Wanda pouted, wiping her tears.
“You could wear that for work today?” her wife suggested, “With that white blazer of yours, I think it could look professional, what do you say? Worth a try?”
“That’s just today..” Wanda whined, resting her head on Nyx’s chest.
“You can wear those pants you bought me and something else,” Nyx reassured, “We’ll figure that out tonight, okay?”
“We have the office karaoke party tonight.” Wanda muttered.
“Right.” Nyx said, sighing. “I’ll speak to Emma about getting you a few stretchy suits tomorrow?
“I love you..” Wanda said, suddenly feeling really vulnerable. “I really fucking love you..”
Nyx kissed the top of Wanda’s head, embracing her. “I really fucking love you too.”
Wanda hummed, kissing her chest.
“Thank you, baby.” Wanda said gratefully, “Now get out, I have to change.”
Nyx laughed, “I’ll put some makeup on and we’ll take my car?” she called out from the bedroom.
“Okay,” Wanda yelled back, “I’ll call Duke and let him know.”
..
‘Hey Duke’
‘Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers.’
‘You don’t need to send your guard today, I’ll be taking the car.’
‘… Is Nyx coming?’
Wanda rolled her eyes. Duke was the security personnel the company had hired. Since Wanda was CEO, he was reassigned to her security as well. Man went overboard, in Wanda’s opinion. And frustratingly, he was more than willing to be lenient with security if Nyx was with her. One meeting and he was already best friends with her wife.
‘Does that matter?’ Wanda snapped.
‘It does, ma’am.’
Wanda stared at the phone, imagining him blowing up into a million pieces.
‘… Ma’am?’
‘Yes, fine. She’s coming.’
‘Understood Ma’am.’
’Stop calling me ma’am.’
‘Yes, Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers.’
Wanda let out a frustrated groan, she could almost hear the man’s smile.
‘You better not be smiling, Duke’
‘I wouldn’t dare, Ma’am.’
‘Oh you pie-’
‘Bye, Ma’am’
..
Wanda stared at her phone, “He hung up on me..” she said incredulously, walking to where Nyx was waiting. “He actuallyhung up on me.”
Nyx raised her eyebrows, “How dare he?” she said playfully.
“Oh, I’m gonna fire his ass.” Wanda growled, grabbing her laptop bag. “I’m gonna fire his ass into the ground.”
“That sounds painful.” Nyx admitted, putting her jacket on.
“You shouldn’t side with him, you know.” Wanda said annoyedly.
“Me?” Nyx said mock-betrayal on her face. “I wouldn’t dare betray you, my queen.”
“Not even if he bribes you with a month’s subscription of Monsters?” Wanda asked, eyebrow raised.
“Different flavours?” Nyx asked amusedly, resting her hip on the elevator handle.
“Oooh you’re on thin ground, woman.” Wanda grumbled.
Nyx frowned, “Isn’t the expression ‘thin ice’”?
“You know what I meant.” Wanda snapped.
Nyx sighed exaggeratedly, resting her chin on Wanda’s shoulder as she hugged the redhead from behind.
“I would never betray you, my queen.” Nyx said dramatically, “Not even for a month’s worth of Monsters. Regardless of flavours.”
The elevator door dinged just as Wanda asked her question.
“What about two months.” she asked mock-annoyed.
“Sold!” Nyx teased, smacking Wanda’s butt as she jogged to the car.
“Oh you’re dead.” Wanda laughed, running behind her wife.
“I call dibs driving!” Nyx called out.
“You better.” Wanda grumbled smiling, “It’s your car we’re taking.”
The two bantered as they entered the car. Wanda stretched as she buckled up.
“Onwards, peasant.” Wanda said dramatically.
“Peasant?” Nyx echoed, laughing.
“Since I’m queen, you’re peasant.” Wanda said.
“You could have gone for princess,” Nyx noted, “Knight, hand-maiden, but you chose peasant?”
Wanda giggled, “Princess makes it sound like you’re my kid.”
She glanced at her wife, “And you’re not very knight-like.” she teased.
Nyx scoffed, “Do I need to remind you of my name?”
Wanda frowned in confusion, before she laughed. “Oh you absolute dork.”
Nyx grinned smugly. Giggling, Wanda decided to play some music, she took Nyx’s phone to play music.
“What’s your phone password?” Wanda asked casually.
Nyx frowned, “Your face isn’t on it?”
“No?” she said confused, “Why would it be?”
“More convenient.” Nyx said, “Anyway, it’s your birthdate.”
Wanda let out a groan when she unlocked it, “That’s such a bad password. Everyone can guess that. Bruce would have your head for that.”
“Hey, I’m not good with technology and numbers.” Nyx protested, “you know that.”
“I know,” Wanda giggled, “It was adorable watching you try to connect the HDMI cable.”
“That damned TV has too many fucking plug hole things.” Nyx growled.
Wanda laughed, “Aren’t you nervous?”
“Of what?” Nyx asked.
“Me knowing your password?”
“Huh?” Nyx asked looking at Wanda briefly before returning her attention to the road.
“I could see all your chats.” Wanda teased.
“…And?” Nyx asked. “I’m- is this some internet joke? Is this- Is this a meme?” she demanded.
“oh.. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Nyx frowned. “Is it an important relationship thing?”
“Nah, you’re good.” Wanda said, “Okay, what music are we listening to?”
“Not sad.” Nyx said immediately, “you ruined your makeup last time cause you cried. Play my House of M playlist.”
“House of M?” Wanda asked, “What’s that?”
“It’s a series about a woman who’s hurting. And she makes mistakes cause of it. Big ones.” Nyx said.
Wanda nodded, just pressing shuffle. The sound of a piano melody began playing.
I’ll tell the world, I’ll sing a song. It’s a better place since you came along. Since you came along.
Wanda’s eyes widened, “Is this Better Place?”
Nyx nodded enthusiastically. Wanda sang along enthusiastically.
“Well it feels like I’ve opened my eyes again.”
Wanda’s head snapped to the sound of her wife’s voice.
“And the colours are golden and bright again.” Nyx sang under her breath.
Wanda looked in surprise as her wife’s smooth, rich voice filled the car. She admired her wife’s singing. She’d never heard it before. Sure, Nyx hummed to music. But Wanda was just realising that she never actually heard Nyx sing. She immediately wanted to hear more of it.
“And the sun paints the skies and the wind sings our song” Nyx said, glancing at Wanda with a confused smile, “It’s a better place since you came along.”
Wanda’s breath caught as her wife hit the higher notes. Tears springing forth at the next verse.
Tears made their way down Wanda’s face when she heard that. She could almost see sixteen year old Nyx sing this to herself in the corridor where she slept for a large part of her life.
Nyx had just finished parking when she saw Wanda’s face. Her eyes widened in alarm.
“Wanda, what happened?” Nyx exclaimed. “Was it the song?”
Wanda shook her head, sniffling. “It was you.”
“Me?” Nyx asked, unbuckling her seatbelt quickly, “I’m so sorry, what did I do?”
Wanda laughed, shaking her head. “Nothing, love. I just.. I’m feeling a lot of love.”
Nyx smiled shyly, nodding. She quickly pecked Wanda’s cheek as she got out of the car, The sokovian following shortly after.
“Why didn’t you tell me you can sing?” Wanda demanded.
“Cause I can’t?” Nyx said.
Wanda scoffed, “Nyx, you-“
There was a glint of steel beside Wanda, it approached at an alarming pace next to her head. But Wanda wasn’t scared. As annoying as it was, Duke was right.
As if on cue, Nyx’s figure blurred, the sound of a thud and the man beside Wanda was suddenly eating asphalt, the gun confiscated and Nyx’s knee on the man’s head.
“At ease, Nyx. I still need that man.” Duke said, rushing out the door.
“This was you?” Wanda demanded as Nyx let him go.
Duke nodded professionally, “A few of our new members were concerned about your.. lack of security. So I needed them to see for themselves.”
“Sorry, man.” Nyx said, brushing the dirt off the red faced man “I didn’t know.”
“Right.” He said, hands shaking.
“So you organised him to shoot me?” Wanda demanded.
Nyx was the one to shake her head, “Gun’s fake.”
Wanda’s eyes narrowed, “You knew that when you force-faceplanted him?”
Nyx snorted, “If the gun was real, I assure you Wanda. His face would not be in one piece.”
Wanda watched with sick satisfaction as the man realised just how close to death he had just come.
“I’m sorry about that, Nyx.” Duke said, turning to Wanda, “Apologies, Ma’am.”
“Oh so she’s Nyx but I’m Ma’am?” Wanda asked outraged.
The four of them walked into the office. The group of people who were standing by the door watching the interaction must have been the new recruits because they kept sneaking glances at Nyx. The woman was wearing dagger earrings, black nail polish, smoky eyeshadow. Her standard all black outfit.
All-in-all Nyx looked like pretty much every goth booktok character’s wet dream.
A flare of possessiveness made Wanda glare at the recruits, who noticed the look and immediately went back to minding their business.
Nyx looked at her wife in question when she felt Wanda hold her hand. Wanda shook her head, walking to the elevator. The new recruit entered the elevator with the three of them. Duke raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“Did you, um.. see yesterday’s game, Mrs. Nyx?” he asked nervously.
Wanda’s eyebrows raised, astounded by the man.
“What game?” Nyx asked, frowning.
“Football?” He tried.
“No.” Nyx said. “Why?”
Duke hid his laugh behind his cough, apologising. The man seemed to turn even redder, shaking his head.
“Nothing, ma’am.” He said.
Nyx frowned, confused. But said nothing.
God, Wanda wanted to kiss her wife right now. The elevator was painfully silent for everyone except Nyx. The door opened and the four stepped out, the new recruit immediately running off.
“He wasn’t talking about sports, you know.” Duke said with a smile, eyes forward.
Wanda nudged Nyx, “Hm what me? Oh, what was he talking about then?” Nyx asked, looking up.
Duke chuckled as the three of them entered her office, Kamala entering a moment later with a cup of tea.
“Morning Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers,” Kamala greeted Wanda, “You have two meetings scheduled for today and Mr. Luthor has requested for a meeting.”
Her gaze moved to Nyx when the woman flopped onto her designated couch.
“Oh, Nyx. Hello.” Kamala greeted, smiling.
“Hey Kamala.” Nyx said smiling, taking out her tablet from underneath the coffee table. “Keeping my wife sane?”
“Doing my best.” Kamala giggled.
“Nice.” she replied, grinning, her attention moving back to her tablet.
Everyone knew Nyx was now unavailable, hence focusing their conversation to more business talk. Wanda sat down, Duke sitting on the other side of the table and Kamala sitting next to him.
“Go ahead,” Wanda said, sipping her tea.
“Mr. Luthor wishes to meet with you.” Kamala said a little nervously, “He’s been… insistent.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Duke said frowning. “He’s shown open hostility towards you and Nyx, clearly he can’t keep his temper. It’s a safety risk.”
The sound of beeping brought their attention to Nyx’s phone. She put her tablet aside and opened her bag, revealing a lunch box. She wordlessly walked to Wanda’s desk and opened the lunch box, revealing a rather delicious looking sandwich. Wanda hadn’t even realised she was starving until Nyx opened the box.
Nyx took a bite of the sandwich before walking back to her couch. Wanda ate the sandwich hungrily, frowning at her wife.
“Have you timed my stomach?” Wanda asked between bites.
“It’s to prevent morning sickness.” Nyx said, “The woman said eating in regular intervals kept the sickness at bay.”
“What woman?”
“You’re pregnant?”
Wanda looked at the people in front of her. “One, Nyx is on some forum online where she asks parents about pregnancies and so forth. Two, I have been for a couple of weeks now, Kamala.”
“Seven weeks, three days, and..” she checked her watch. “two hours.”
Kamala looked at the brunette excitedly, “How can you tell the time?”
“You’re supposed to measure from your last period.” Nyx said looking at her book “I just noted the time Wanda went to the bathroom to repla-“
“That’s enough of my personal life.” Wanda cut in, ears burning. “Nyx, thank you. I love the sandwiches. Kamala, why does he want to meet?”
Kamala sighed, explaining. Duke occasionally chimed in. Wanda slumped back in her chair, lunchbox now empty. She was so tired. Wanda just wanted to nap. But business.
“Alright, we can have a meeting.” Wanda said, sighing. “You can let Luthor know.”
“I’ll speak to security.” Duke said, sighing. “Can you please have it in the meeting room and not your personal office?”
Wanda nodded, “Will do.”
“Will Nyx be joining you?” Duke asked.
Wanda frowned, “For a business meeting? Why would she?”
Duke looked a little embarrassed, seemingly having forgotten that the brunette didn’t actually work at Rogers Industries, but rather hung out with her wife whenever she didn’t have to be at Astraeus.
“I’m her consultant. I have to be there.” Nyx said.
Wanda raised an eyebrow, “And what exactly will you be consulting?”
Nyx thought for a moment, “Vibes.” she said decidedly.
Wanda snorted, but Duke nodded, as did Kamala.
“You’re not being serious.” Wanda said betrayed.
Just how easy was it for her workers to turn on her for the sake of her wife?
“Un-Unless of course, You don’t wish to.” Kamala stammered.
Wanda eyes Nyx suspiciously, “You gonna behave?” she asked.
Nyx raised her hand, her index and pinky finger in the air. “Scouts honour.”
Duke snickered, but wisely stayed out of the conversation.
“Alright,” Wanda said sighing, “If you insist, wife.”
Nyx grinned, eyes glued to the book. “Thank you, wife.”
Chapter summary: After waking up, Nyx is forced to confront the realities of being lenient. The confrontation with Eddie goes sideways, leading to disastrous consequences.
Chapter warnings: Smut, transphobia, mentions of sexual assault, graphic violence, death, murder, grief, trauma, ptsd.
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A/N: Ngl, this story is getting out of hand, I'm no longer holding the reins. Enjoy
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“Give it to me.”
“No.”
“I said give it to me, Wanda. I won’t say it again.”
“You better not, Nyx. Cause I already said no.”
Nyx leaned closer to her wife’s face, glaring. “Give me the fucking ketchup packet, Wanda.”
“Orion must have knocked out your hearing,” Wanda growled, “Because I fucking said no. It’s the last ketchup packet and I’m using it.”
“You’re eating a fucking salad.” Nyx said in frustration, “what lunatic uses ketchup on a fucking salad.”
“Your wife.” Wanda snapped.
Nyx watched with a clenched jaw as Wanda tore open the ketchup packed, eliciting a gasp from practically the entire bunker who had been watching the couple fight with rapt attention. Wanda had noticed their heads ping ponging between her and her wife.
There was a collective groan when Wand and Nyx kissed each other rather aggressively.
“They always do this.” Bucky complained to the rest of the bunker, “Right in front of my pizza, dude come on.”
“Midnight.” Steve Trevor chastised, “you’ve been awake for all of three minutes. You have over two hours before-“
“Taskmaster, I know.” Nyx said, rolling her eyes. “He’s already postponed it three times.”
“Why couldn’t he just postpone it by three hours the first time?” Bucky asked.
“Psychological warfare.” Bruce commented, “the longer Midnight stays in a state of hyper awareness, the easier and more quickly she will tire.”
“It won’t work, Steve, don’t worry.” Nyx said casually, eating her sandwich.
“And why the fuck not?” Steve asked, not-so-casually.
Wanda smiled when Nyx looked at her.
“Cause I have Wanda.” Nyx said lovingly.
Bucky groaned again, dropping his pizza back on my plate.
“It’s like you can’t tell how gross it is.” Bucky said disgustedly.
“Homophobe” Wanda said, eyes fixed on her wife.
“MY BOYFRIEND IS SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.” Bucky exclaimed in a shrill voice.
Wanda ignored him, admiring her wife. Nyx had decided to reapply some of her makeup, as had Wanda. Once the both of them finished their food, Nyx stood up, stretching. She extended her hand to the sokovian.
“You coming?” Nyx asked.
Wanda smiled, holding her wife’s hand as she stood.
“Wanna tell the rest of the group where you’re going?” Steve asked dryly.
“I need to warm up, Steve.” Nyx said with a salacious smirk. “I’m going dancing with my wife.”
X—X—X—X—X
The music was good. All this while in Tartarus, Wanda never let herself pay attention to the music. Too busy looking for the next threat. But now? She could feel the bass in her bones. Ideally she would have to have a couple drinks to loosen up, but the with way Nyx moved against her, the lighting, it was hard not to let go. The music shifted, slow and sensual. Wanda looked at Nyx, smirking. She walked towards her wife in rhythm, laughing at the obvious delight in Nyx’s eyes. The red head put her arms around her wife’s neck, who reciprocated by placing her hands on Wanda’s hips.
All that existed for Wanda was Nyx. The way she looked at Wanda, her breath against Wanda’s, their lips centimetres away from the others. Nyx pulled Wanda against her, much to the sokovian’s delight. Wanda’s hands tangled in Nyx’s hair as the two danced, heat filling their body. Unable to keep to herself, Wanda leaned in and kissed Nyx. The brunette let out a moan that was lost in the noise of the music. They deepened the kiss, Wanda tightening the grip on her wife’s hair as the ache built in her core. Fuck. Nyx was so hot. Wanda pulled back to breathe, meeting her wife’s hooded eyes. The way Nyx bit her lower lip made Wanda want to bite it, so she did. Nyx’s eyes fluttered shut at the act, her grip tightening around Wanda’s waist. Wanda realised that she’d probably have bruises tomorrow. Good.
“You want to get a little privacy?” Wanda asked huskily.
Nyx smiled deviously, “No need.”
Wanda frowned, her breath hitching when she felt her wife’s hand splay on her abdomen, above her tights. Her eyes darted around, only to find that Nyx had brought them to the centre of the dance floor. They were surrounded by bodies, dancing.
“Think you can keep quiet for me, Wanda?” Nyx asked.
Wanda nodded, pulse thrumming in excitement. Her eye fluttered shut when she felt Nyx’s palm reach further up, under her top. The atmosphere and situation made Wanda’s skin even more sensitive. She looked into her wife’s eyes, her pupils dilated. Nyx dragged her nails down Wanda’s torso, making the sokovian arch her back. All the while, the moved to the rhythm of the song.
“Eyes on me, baby.” Nyx said.
Despite how loud the atmosphere was, Wanda could still somehow hear her wife perfectly. Nyx tilted her head, kissing down Wanda’s neck as her hand made it’s way down Wanda’s tights. The sokovian cursed when Nyx teased her above her underwear. Her knees already a little weak. Wanda’s arms hand moved from Nyx’s hair to her shoulders for stability.
“Baby,” Wanda panted, “Please. Inside. Now.”
Nyx nodded, smirking. She pushed her hand underneath Wanda’s underwear, making her moan softly. Wanda was soaked. She briefly hoped she could find a spare change later. Her breathing became shallower when the pad of Nyx’s fingers brushed against her clit. Wanda let out a guttural moan, biting Nyx’s shoulder when the brunette sank her fingers into Wanda’s pussy. Nyx hushed her by kissing her softly, moaning when Wanda immediately moved to deepen the kiss. Wanda jolted when Nyx curled her finger, rubbing against the spot that made the sokovian’s eyes roll back. Her breathing picked up the moment Nyx increased her pace. Wanda began to grind down on her wife’s hand, holding back as much noise as she could when her clit rubbed against Nyx’s palm in just the right way. The music picked up, which mean so did Wanda’s pace.
Her breathing became shallower, grip tightening on Nyx’s shoulders.
“Baby.” Wanda gasped.
“Look at me, Wanda.” Nyx purred, “Look in my eyes as you cum.”
Wanda did, her own eyes wide, as she stared into her wife’s gorgeous hazel eyes that seemed to glow even under the club lighting. The coil in her belly tightened, right up until it snapped. Wanda would have collapsed on the ground, but she knew her wife wouldn’t let that happen, holding the sokovian up with her body and free arm as she let go, the orgasm rushing through Wanda’s body. She looked in Nyx’s eyes until she couldn’t anymore, pressing her face into her wife’s chest as she rode out the waves of pleasure. The two moved like that until Nyx pulled the last bits of pleasure from Wanda’s body, withdrawing her hand when her wife gave the signal.
Wanda’s eyes widened as Nyx put her fingers into her mouth, moaning at the taste. A fresh wave of arousal settled in Wanda’s core, and with the look her wife was giving her? Nyx knew it.
“How’s that for a warmup?” Nyx said rather breathlessly.
“Fun.” Wanda replied grinning.
Nyx smiled, cupping Wanda’s face and kissing her so gently that Wanda forgot they were in the middle of a dance floor until someone accidentally bumped into her, jolting them both. The two stared at each other and giggled, holding hands as they went up the stairs. Several of those who called Tartarus home saw them, some with Midnight’s mark, some without. They smiled as they watched the two love-struck idiots giggling to each other climbing up the stairs. The floor just below the bunker was a bunch of rooms. Some had doors missing, others had curtains. While the bunker was one large hall with only furniture separating areas, this place clearly had rooms for those who lived here.
“Which one was yours?” Wanda asked curiously, holding Nyx’s hand.
“It’s not much..” Nyx said a little awkwardly.
“I’d still love to see it,” Wanda said gently.
Nyx nodded, guiding her back the way they came. Wanda frowned when Nyx stood at the entrance to the floor. Since there was no elevator, the only entrance to the floor was the one they were standing next. The moment you entered, on the left was the corridor that took you to all the rooms. On the right, just a little space where the corridor ended. Wanda’s heart clenched as she realised what Nyx was showing her.
“You.. didn’t have a room?” Wanda asked softly.
Nyx shook her head, “It wasn’t all bad, though. Come, see?”
Wanda crouched in the corner, where Nyx would sit and sleep. She eyed a little doodling on the wall, where it had a bunch of names that were cancelled out.
“Are those…” Wanda asked with a grin.
“The names I thought of after Midnight.” Nyx said, a little embarrassed.
Wanda got comfy on the floor, reading them out loud, chuckling at a few.
“Artemis?” Wanda asked.
Nyx shrugged, “I thought it would’ve been appropriate.”
That made her wife smile bashfully, “I’m glad, too.”
Wanda snorted, “Hestia? Which one is that?”
Nyx smiled, “The goddess of hearth. Guardian and protector of homes.”
That made Wanda smile, “Tell me about Nyx, the goddess.”
Nyx sat opposite Wanda, leaning against the wall. With a slight pang in her heart, Wanda realised that must have been how Nyx slept most of the time, just incase someone entered.
“So.. Nyx is a primordial goddess. She’s a personification.” Nyx said excitedly.
Wanda frowned, “Explain?”
“Look at it this way. You have Zeus, right? He’s the god of the sky and thunder. But his grandfather, Oranos, was the sky itself. So when Kronos killed him, the sky literally collapsed. They had to choose a titan to hold up the remnants of the sky.”
“Atlas.” Wanda recalled.
Nyx nodded, “Similarly, before you had gods with domains, you had concepts. Nyx? She is the night. A protogenoi, a creator. Back in ancient times, people feared the night, sure. But it was night that allowed them to rest, watching over them. The night that gave birth to her daughter Hemera, Day. She was so powerful that even Zeus, king of gods, feared crossing her. Her children, some with the help of Erebus, some by her self. All her children represented the different parts of her. Sure, you had Nemesis, Eris, Moros. All of who represented the darker aspects of life, pun intended. But she also had Hypnos, who allowed you to rest, Aether, who brought light. She helped hide those who needed to be protected, guarding them from Chaos.”
Wanda watched in awe as her wife passionately spoke about the goddess. She knew Nyx would never admit it. But out of all the characters and gods Nyx could have chosen, that particular deity was because she’s the one Nyx most identified with. And in all truth, Wanda could see how much Nyx affected Tartarus. In the one night she returned, almost all of Eddie’s influence of the place had shattered. No speech. No fight, at least, not yet. Just her existence brought out the light in everyone else. And Wanda knew. When Vision had spoken to Wanda about Nyx bringing the spark out of her, it wasn’t about Wanda. That was just what Nyx did. It just so happened that Wanda made Nyx light up too.
There was a sound of clearing the throat, making Wanda and Nyx look at the woman they had met earlier, Circe, who was looking at them anxiously.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but it’s urgent..” She said frowning, “Eddie’s back, and he wants to speak to you in the bunker.”
Nyx stood up immediately, “No.” She said firmly, “He’s not stepping foot in the bunker. We can speak to him in the training room or something.”
“Midnight,” Circe said with a grimace, “He’s already there.”
Wanda and Nyx looked at each other before making their way upstairs. Wanda froze when she saw multiple unconscious bodies on the stairs as they reached the top floor, the bunker. Given Circe’s gasp, this wasn’t there when she had come to collect them. To Wanda’s horror, she noticed how every person who was unconscious, wore Midnight’s mark. Nyx must have noticed it too, because her breathing became heavy.
“Baby.” Wanda said, “Before we walk in, I’m going to need you to calm down.”
When Nyx looked at Wanda, her heart plummeted.
“I’m calm Wanda,” Nyx said. “I’m going to tell you this, though. I will kill all of them. I’m done being nice.”
Nyx walked in without waiting for Wanda to retort, not that she would. She’d known these people just for one night and the sight of them broke her heart. These people depended on Nyx. Trusted her. Seeing them like this must have snapped what remaining good will Nyx had for Edward and his people.
Nyx walked in, Wanda right behind her. She saw the children in one corner, a few adults were standing in front of them. There were multiple people who were on the ground, unconscious. Nyx looked at the guards around Edward, who had moved the chair to face the entrance where the two of them stood. Behind him was a man who Wanda presumed was taskmaster. He was wearing only sports shorts, his eyes were focused in on Nyx.
“By the bloody knuckles, I take it each and every single one of you laid a hand on my family.” Nyx said calmly.
Edward laughed, almost a quarter of his face had gauze on it. “Oh I ensured it, Midnight. I told them to go after anybody wearing that pathetic makeup you have on.”
Nyx’s eyes moved to TaskMaster, “You’re only his employee. I can tell you haven’t raised a hand on anyone. I’m going to give you one chance to leave.”
Edward laughed again, annoying Wanda. She knew he was forcing it.
“He’s not going anywhere.” Edward sneered.
Nyx took a step forward, but the nearest guard went to intervene. Nyx moved faster than he could react, reaching out to grab the man’s throat, similar to the pervert security guard. But Wanda watched with horror as Nyx didn’t stop there. With a clean hand motion, she ripped his throat out, dropping whatever was in her hand on the ground. The man crumpled and writhed on the floor as he bled out.
Edward froze, “You.. you killed him.”
“And I will kill all of you, too.” Nyx replied calmly. “Wanda, take the kids out.”
Wanda’s heart was pounding at the sincerity in Nyx’s voice. She truly was going to kill them.
“But- but you don’t kill.” Edward protested, scrambling behind the sofa.
“You tried to kill my wife, twice.” Nyx said. “You threatened my family. Beat them. Traumatised them. Wanda, the kids.”
Wanda nodded, walking to the corner where the children and adults were. None of the guards stopped her. She smiled, gently guiding them out as her and the adults ensure they couldn’t see the dead body. It was just when the last person was gone that Wanda froze, horror seeping into her bones when her wife next spoke.
“Let’s not forget what you did seven years ago, Edward.” Nyx said menacingly.
Edward blanched, “You.. you said you didn’t remember.”
Nyx stared at him, “I was awake, Ed. The entire time. I was awake.”
“Yo-you’re lying.” Edward breathed, “N-nothing happened.”
Nyx took another step towards him, pausing when TaskMaster wordlessly stood in front of her.
“I will kill you if you try and stop me, Anthony.” Nyx said, deceptively calm. “I intend to kill all of Edwards men, then him.”
Wanda watched TaskMaster flinch at his name. It occurred to Wanda that he probably never expected Nyx to know his real identity.
“I know your skill set.” TaskMaster said, “I know your moves. They won’t work with me.”
“I’m not going to fight you,” Nyx said pointedly, “I’ll just kill you.”
TaskMaster grinned, “I’ll kill you first.”
He lunged to Nyx who brought out her gun, the very gun Wanda had told her was banned from the house. Wanda realised she must have kept it here for safekeeping. Nyx aimed and pulled the trigger. TaskMaster was already in the air when Nyx pulled the trigger, unable to move. The sound of the gunshot Wanda also covered her ears. Nyx simply watched Anthony’s dead body crumple to the ground. There were sounds of multiple footsteps, revealing a few of her friends.
“What’s going on here?” Bruce demanded, he stared at Nyx’s hand that held the gun and the body below her.
Wanda realised there must have only been one bullet in the gun because it was now empty.
“I need you to take all the members of Tartarus back to our place.” Wanda whispered to Bruce. “Please. Now.”
Bruce nodded, “The rest are tending to the wounded. Wanda.. Pen.. she didn’t make it…”
Wanda’s blood froze, tears gathering around her eyes. She knew Nyx heard that.
“All of you,” Wanda told her friends. “You need to go.”
Diana shook her head, “We will not leave you or Nyx alone.”
“She- she’s going to kill them all.” Wanda whispered, her voice breaking. “Please.”
Diana looked at Nyx sadly, “If that is true, then we will be waiting for you two when you’re done.”
Wanda turned to find Natasha beside her.
“Nat, please..” Wanda begged.”
“I’m not leaving you, here.” Nat said, “Beside, Nyx might need med-“
A scream made Wanda flinch. Diana, Wanda, and Natasha watch the source of the noise. Nyx was towering over one of the security, her boot had just stomped through the man’s genitals. The remaining four guards ran to Nyx, where as Edward scrambled towards the exit where Diana, Natasha, and Wanda stood.
“Move.” He snarled, running to them at full speed.
Wanda watched in amazement as Diana walked ahead, grabbing him by the shirt and literally throwing him back onto the couch. He hit the top of the couch and toppled behind it, the couch moving with him.
One of the men tried to get Nyx into a chokehold, but Nyx bit into his arm, biting down. He yelled when she jerked her head, ripping out a chunk of his flesh. He punched the back of her head but she moved just in time, his fist grazing her temple. She grabbed his arm and twisted violently, the crack echoing throughout the bunker.
Edward looked up from the sofa, “Take the wife.” He roared.
Nyx snapped to Wanda, the calm twisting into fury. Oh fuck. The guy whose arm she had just broken, she snarled, grabbing his collar, and threw him against the window with force enough to shatter the window and him to fall down. Wanda barely registered a thud a moment later. The guard who ran immediately to Wanda was punched in the face by Diana, stumbling back. Wanda watched with wide eyes as Nyx practically materialised behind him, roaring as she kicked his lower back harder than Wanda had ever seen before. She knew the moment her foot made contact that the man’s spine was broken. He fell on the floor puking violently, blood coming from his mouth.
Wanda screamed when the only guard who remained standing grabbed a shard of glass large enough slashed it against Nyx’s back, blood splattering across the floor. She fell on the ground as the man straddled her, going to stab her. But Nyx managed to flip him to the ground as she punched his face. Again and again and again. A few shards of bone from the man’s face were embedded in Nyx’s knuckles. The sokovian sobbed when she saw tears pouring from Nyx’s face. The brunette was actively crying while punching him in the face.
Wanda crumpled to her knees, crying out Nyx’s name. But she knew. Nyx couldn’t here her. Nyx’s back wound was bleeding profusely. The brunette stood up when the man stopped moving. She turned to Edward, who was cowering in the corner.
“M-Midnight.” He shrieked. “Lets talk about this.”
Nyx’s sobbing was audible as she walked towards Edward. Wanda watched as her wife walked towards the man. She felt a hand on her shoulder, when she turned she saw Steve, heavily bandaged, but okay. He was looking at Nyx sadly. Behind him, several other people of Tartarus.
“The kids reached your place safely.” He said sadly.
Meanwhile, Edward was screaming for help as Nyx made her way to him. He helplessly scrambled as Nyx grabbed him by the throat, lifting him in the air.
“Midnight.” He gasped, “Please. Be reasonable.”
Nyx looked at him, tears streaming down her face.
“This is me.. being reasonable.” Nyx whispered.
Edward snarled, bringing out his switchblade and stabbed Nyx. Except Nyx had intercepted in time, the knife digging into her shoulder instead of her chest. She crushed his wrist, making him cry out as he struggled to breathe. He clawed Nyx’s wrist, writhing in the air until the light left his eyes.
Nyx turned to Wanda, she whispered but her voice was clear against the deafening silence.
“I’m so sorry.”
Wanda sprinted to her wife, but it was too late. Nyx crumpled on the ground as she passed out.
X—X—X—X—X
“I don’t think this is going to work, Wanda.”
“It will, baby.”
“No, Wanda, I don’t-“
“Nyx, shut the fuck up and try.”
Nyx sighed, taking a deep breath in as she grunted in effort, sweat pouring down her face.
“Come on, baby.” Wanda encouraged, “You can do it.”
“Come on Nyx.” Bucky cheered.
All her friends gathered around the table as Nyx struggled. She collapsed back in her chair, panting with effort. Wanda yelled out a cheer when she saw a scribbled ‘a’.
“Fuck yeah LETS FUCKNG GO.” Natasha yelled, shaking her girlfriend’s shoulders rather aggressively.
Nyx gave them a tired smile. Wanda bent down and kissed her wife’s nose.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, baby.” Wanda said, her smile widening when Nyx gave her a bashful smile.
“I believe this calls for some celebratory milkshakes.” Alfred said, bringing forth an entire tray full.
“Can I have some too?” Dick asked hopefully, hanging upside down on the trapeze that Wanda and Nyx had installed in the house.
“If you come down, then yes.” Bruce stated.
Dick grinned, letting his grip go as he fell onto the safety net. He clambered his way down and hopped onto Nyx’s lap.
“I swear,” Bruce grumbled, “He loves that woman more than his on dad.”
Wanda snorted, admiring how her wife focused on writing the letter ‘b’, with everyone cheering her on. She thought back to a month ago, when she rushed Nyx to the hospital. She’d gotten a little over fifty stitches on her back and shoulder, the doctors removed the shards of bone from her knuckles but informed Wanda that there had been some nerve damage. In order to heal, Nyx would have to go through physical therapy for two weeks and then continue practicing at home. Edward’s death was a pretty big signal to anybody that Tartarus was off limits. The number of ‘incidences’ that took place were down to zero.
Wanda gave Nyx a kiss on the cheek, walking to the door when the bell rang. She opened it, revealing around twenty to thirty people.
“What did we miss?” Orion demanded, handing Wanda a box of sour gummies.
“She wrote the letter ‘a’” Wanda said proudly.
“Oh hell yeah!” Steve said, handing her yet another box of sour gummies.
Children and adults alike entered their home, cheering when they saw Nyx struggle to write ‘b’.
“Wait for me!” Wanda called out, closing the door and rushing to the big crowd that had now gathered. Some kids were laying on the safety net above them, watching. Others sat on sofas or dragged more chairs.
“You can do this!” Orion yelled enthusiastically when Nyx faltered.
“Shut up.” Nyx panted, “I’mma beat your ass.”
“Maybe once you can write up to ‘F’,” he taunted.
Wanda giggled at the ooh’s from the rest of the group. She walked behind Nyx, her hands on her wife’s shoulder. Dick grinned at Wanda from Nyx’s lap and offered her a sip of his milkshake which the sokovian took, humming at the taste.
She grinned as Nyx got closer, the people leaning forward as Nyx almost closed the squiggly circle of the ‘b’. The moment she did, the whole room cheered. Even Bruce, who was on his phone for a call, smiled as he walked back.
Wanda noticed how badly Nyx’s arm was shaking, her wife was breathing relatively heavy.
“Alright, We’re calling it.” Wanda announced.
Immediately, Nyx dropped the pencil, leaning back in exhaustion. Wanda leaned over and gave Nyx an upside-down peck on her nose. Giggling when Dick made exaggerated gagging sounds.
“It’s done.” Bruce announced.
Nyx frowned, “What is?”
Wanda gleefully stood up, “The documents went through?”
Bruce nodded. Even Steve looked excited, “Is it all transferred?” he asked.
“What is??” Nyx demanded.
She looked around at everyone’s excited faces, Wanda giggled at the exaggerated pout Nyx gave.
“Seems like everybody knows except for me and Dick.” Nyx said.
“Oh I know,” Dick said impishly, “I helped B, actually.”
Nyx looked offended, “Okay will someone tell me what the f- uh, hell is going on?”
“Congratulations Nyx Maximoff-Rogers.” Bruce said rather dramatically. “You are now the official owner of the warehouse commonly known as Tartarus.”
Everyone cheered at that, clapping Nyx on the shoulder, congratulation Wanda. Nyx, on the other hand, simply looked stunned.
“When did you plan this?” She asked Bruce.
“The moment Steve informed me that Edward was attempting to buy it from the government.” Bruce replied.
Nyx sighed, she looked Steve, “Any chance we can change it to your name?”
Steve snorted, “Not a chance.”
Nyx slammed her head on the table, groaning.
X—X—X—X—X
“How’s she actually doing?”
Wanda turned to find Steve, and all her friends standing at the patio. Nyx had passed out on the sofa there, her head in Wanda’s lap.
Wanda sighed, “Not great.” She admitted, “she’s barely been getting night terrors almost every other day. Just last night, she tried insisting that she should sleep in another room so as to not ‘disturb’ my sleep.”
“How did that go?” Maria asked dryly.
Wanda smirked, “I tied her to the bed and slept on top of her.”
Steve looked at his friend ruefully, sighing. “Lucky bitch”
Wanda snorted, “Don’t worry Steve Trevor. I’m sure you’ll find someone whose lap you can sleep on.”
“That’s the dream.” Steve replied wistfully.
Wanda looked down at her wife, who had begun twitching. Another nightmare. She was having a lot of those. She gently soothed her wife’s head, watching her twitches decrease.
“Have the other’s left?” Wanda asked.
“They’re busy doing up Tartarus.” Clark said grinning.
The boy scout let out a grunt when his girlfriend nudged him.
“It is a surprise for Nyx.” Diana whispered.
Clark frowned, “She’s asleep… She can’t hear us..”
Bucky sighed, shaking his head fondly. Nat crouched besides her best friend, cupping her face with infinite gentleness.
“And how are you doing?” Nat asked softly. “Your professors informed me that you’ve taken an extended leave, despite only having a few months for graduation.”
Wanda’s smile faded as she leaned into her friend’s palm, eyes fluttering shut. She sighed tiredly.
“I’m.. scared.” Wanda admitted.
Natasha frowned, “Of her?”, nodding to the brunette in her lap.
Wanda gave her a ‘bitch please’ look.
“I’m just making sure,” Nat said apologetically. “What are you scared of, devochka?”
Wanda sighed, “I.. I don’t know..” She looked at her wife’s resting face. “Every time I look at her.. I see that broken look she had when she.. killed Eddie. And what she told him about remembering..”
Wanda shuddered at the memory, “I’m scared because I can feel my wife fading in front of me.. And I don’t know what to do..” She whispered. “I don’t know how to help her..”
“You already are, Wanda..”
Wanda jumped a little, looking down at her wife who spoke.
“Nyx, when did you wake up?” Wanda asked concerned.
“When you were rubbing my head..” Nyx admitted, “I was going to say something but Nat ended up asking you what I’d been trying to since I woke up in the hospital.”
“I know..” Wanda hung her head ashamed, “I’m sorry.. I wanted to make sure you were recovering-“
“Baby,” Nyx said softly, “You were there too. You witnessed what happened. I wasn’t the only one who was hurt in the bunker. I could hear your cries… your pain.”
Wanda’s vision blurred as tears gathered, which she blinked away, letting them fall on her lap.
“I don’t want to lose you..” Wanda whispered, her hands shaking.
“Then don’t,” Nyx said with a sad smile. “Stay with me. Heal with me..”
“I don’t know how..” Wanda said sniffling, “How do I stop seeing you.. broken and bleeding. On the ground. The sight of your unconscious body in the hospital…”
Nyx sighed, nodding as she slowly stood up. Wanda pouted, immediately missing the feeling of her wife on her lap. Nyx noticed because she immediately sat back on Wanda, practically laying on top of her. The sokovian hummed at the feeling.
“I was actually thinking..” Nyx said, resting her head on her wife’s shoulder as Wanda wrapped her arms around the brunette. “What if we went for therapy? Like how Clark keeps on suggesting?”
Clark grinned at the shout out, “It really helped Bruce, Diana, and I.”
Wanda smiled, “You sure you’re up for that? Miss ‘I don’t share my feelings.’?
Nyx turns to her wife, frowning. “Excuse me,” She said affronted, “That’s Mrs. I Don’t Share My Feelings, to you. I’m married, remember?” she said, showing off the green ring on her hand.
Wanda nodded, staring off into the distance. Her friends spoke to Nyx for a little while until they, too, said their goodbyes. She simply stared at the horizon in front of her, holding onto her wife tightly. If she focused a little, she could feel the texture of the stitches on her wife’s back. How sitting in this position didn’t hurt her stitches, Wanda had no idea.
“I know you were filtering yourself for our friends, Wands.” Nyx said, kissing her wife’s cheek. “Would you like to tell me what’s actually on your mind?”
Wanda held her wife’s body tighter, “I.. I almost lost you, Nyx..” She said. “And I’m scared that by killing people, you ended a part of yourself that you can never get back..”
Nyx thought about it for a while before she spoke, “They.. they weren’t the only ones..” Nyx confessed.
Wanda’s eyes snapped to Nyx’s guilty ones. “What do you mean?” She asked gently.
Nyx looked at her sadly, “You remember when I told you that my grandmom taught me better than to kill people on accident?”
Wanda nodded slowly, Nyx continued. “Well.. that’s cause she taught me how to do it on purpose.. She.. She..”
The sokovian gently rubbed her wife’s arm, “It’s okay..” Wanda reassured her wife, “You can let it out..”
“She had me do it..” Nyx whispered, “On her behalf.. that’s how she trained me..”
Wanda’s eyes widened, “How old were you when you started?” She asked softly.
“Twelve..” Nyx said, staring into her wife’s face. “I.. I was twelve..”
“How many?”
Nyx had a pained expression on her face, “Twenty-three confirmed kills..” She whispered.
Tears fell as Wanda looked at her wife, “Oh baby..” She whispered, hugging her tightly. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that..”
“You-you’re not.. scared?” Nyx asked, vulnerability dripping from her voice.
Wanda shook her head, kissing her temple, “Of you? Never.”
“But I am upset your grandmother made you do that..” Wanda admitted, frowning, “I thought she was better than that.”
Nyx gave her a soft smile, “She was. They were all optional. Maa Kali never forced me to do anything.”
“So you did them voluntarily?” She asked astounded, “Why?”
Nyx looked away, her gaze returning to Wanda’s when the sokovian gently guiding her chin back.
“She told me about them..” Nyx said, “The- the kind of people they were. She taught me to collect evidence by myself, make the decision by myself.. It was never her call, it was mine..”
“So they were bad people?” Wanda asked frowning.
Nyx shrugged, “Bad? Sure. Evil? Definitely. But.. they were still people..”
“You have to believe me, Wanda.” she said, desperation lacing her wife. “I- I tried to stop them.. I tried everything I could.. But they never listened. Sure, I was a kid and they didn’t believe me.. but they just.. They just didn’t stop.. Just like..”
“..Like Edward?” Wanda asked gently.
Nyx nodded miserably, “I swear to you, I never enjoyed it. I hated doing it. I did it because if I didn’t, many people were going to get hurt. Innocent people.”
Wanda nodded empathetically, She may not agree with Nyx’s methods. But she wasn’t naive enough to believe there was always another way. And if someone had gotten rid of the people that killed Pietro? Maybe he would have still been here.. with them. She’d seen her fair share of twisted people in Sokovia. War tended to bring out the worst in people.
“Do you think Edward was the last time you’ll kill someone?” Wanda asked.
Nyx stared at her, her breathing a little shallow. She shook her head helplessly, “As much as I want to reassure you that I won’t… I- I don’t know, Wanda. Do I go around looking for people to kill, definitely not. But I also won’t let the people I care about get hurt. I.. I don’t know, I’m sorry.”
Wanda breathed out, nodding. She rested her forehead against her wife’s.
“Thank you for being honest.” Wanda whispered.
“You’re not.. mad at me?” Nyx asked softly.
Wanda chuckled humourlessly, “Baby, I’ve always known you don’t go by societal rules. I know your sense of justice is more… violent. I may not agree with a lot of your beliefs. But I refuse to let your past dictate our future.”
Nyx nodded slightly.
“You’ve lived a very different life,” Wanda said softly, “You’ve grown up in a completely different world. And I think it would be unfair of me to impose my sense of morality onto you..”
“Thank you.. and I’m sorry..” Nyx whispered.
Wanda placed a soft kiss on her wife’s lips before she spoke, “You’re not a monster, Nyx.” she said lovingly, “You’re someone who’s had to survive monstrous things.. and that, my love, is one of the things I love about you the most. You refuse to let the world change who you are.”
“I’m stubborn that way,” Nyx joked nervously.
Wanda smiled, “You’re stubborn in every way.” She corrected.
The brunette smiled, “Thank you.. for not leaving me.”
“Oh baby you’re stuck with me.” Wanda promised, peppering kisses all over her wife’s face.
Nyx melted at the affection, smiling shyly at her wife.
“For now, and forever.” Wanda promised.
X—X—X—X—X
Seven months later
“Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers, your wife’s here to see you.”
Wanda nodded at her receptionist, “Please let her in Kamala.”
She stretched, looking around the office to make sure everything was in place. She’d graduated just two months ago, and almost immediately began working as the CEO of Rogers Industries. She’d spoken to Tony, going to him whenever she needed advice. Together they came up with their first project. One that would ensure that what happened to Nyx and all of those from Tartarus wouldn’t happen again. They created, SHIELD. A housing system nearby that provided emergency aid and housing to anybody who needed it. They offered protection services which allowed you two ask someone to walk you to any destination you preferred. Bruce, too, was an active investor in it.
Wanda’s office was rather large. Carpeted floors with little trinkets from all her friends and family. On her wall was a single sheet, framed. ‘I love you’ scribbled on it. It was the first thing Nyx had decided to write when she could write more than a few alphabets. Wanda smiled at the doctor’s visit. It would be an understatement to say that they were astounded at Nyx’s results. Not only had her nerves healed properly, but there was no lasting damage. Somehow they were back to before the accident. They wanted to run tests but the thought of them poking her wife with needles and dissecting her made her grab Nyx and run out the building. With the physiotherapists approval, Nyx was able to get back into martial arts. While she promised Wanda she was going to take it easy and not punch anyone’s face into the ground, the sokovian still insisted on watching her train in their building gym everyday.
The sound of someone knocking Mario’s theme on her office door made Wanda roll her eyes.
“Come in.” She called out, suddenly nervous at her wife seeing her office for the first time.
Nyx entered grinning, her eyes roaming around the office appreciatively. Wanda looked at her wife, sighing inwardly at the outfit Nyx chose. Black denim jeans, her converse, a fitted v-neck that hugged her wife’s body, and her black denim jacket. Wanda saw Kamala’s wide eyes as her assistant looked at her wife with a terrified look. Nyx had recently gotten into jewellery, which of course, meant that she had been taking rings from Wanda’s collection to her hearts content. The sokovian noticed that despite the plethora of rings, her ring finger was bare, save for the wedding ring.
“Is that my mug?” Nyx asked frowning, staring at Wanda’s desk.
Wanda saw Kamala flinch slightly at Nyx’s sudden tone. She gave the poor girl a reassuring smile and focused on her wife.
“That’s the first thing you notice?” Wanda demanded.
“I’ve been looking for that mug everywhere, Wanda.” Nyx said incredulously. “It’s my favourite!”
“That’s why I took it.” Wanda said, batting her eyelashes innocently, “It reminds me of you.”
“Bullshit.” Nyx said, looking around the room. “More than half of this shit is mine. Eve- Is that my hair clip?”
Wanda quickly snatched it to tie her hair, “I’m using it.”
“You have a hair tie on your wrist!” Nyx screeched, walking further in.
Kamala stared at the two with wide eyes, unaware on whether to call security or give them some privacy.
Wanda stood up, glaring at her wife. “You enter my office and the first thing you do is complain? You’re unbelievable.”
Nyx rolled her eyes, “Fine.”
“Wow Wanda, your office is so beautiful.” She said sarcastically, “I especially love the fact that you have all these things of mine that I use daily. So pretty.”
Wanda snorted, walking to her wife. She didn’t miss the fact that her wife eyed her outfit. A deep burgundy suit with a white shirt that Wanda may or may not have unbuttoned a little more than necessary when she heard her wife had arrived.
“You know,” Wanda said sarcastically, “If you bothered to notice, I made a little reading corner for you.”
Nyx turned to where Wanda was gesturing, a cosy lounging sofa with a side table that had a few of the brunettes books and a brand new tablet.
Nyx simply grumbled, giving a very smug Wanda a kiss on the cheek as she plopped down onto the sofa.
“Shoes.” Wanda called out as she walked to Kamala.
She giggled to herself when she hear Nyx grumble even more, then the distinct sound of shoes thudding on the ground.
“You okay?” Wanda asked Kamala.
Kamala nodded, her eyes still on Nyx.
“That’s your wife?” Kamala whispered. “She’s so… different than what I imagined.”
Wanda raised an eyebrow, “What did you imagine my wife to be?”
“Stuck up?” Nyx offered, her eyes on her book. “Irrational? Anger issues?”
“I apologise, Kamala.” Wanda said glaring at Nyx. “My wife has sharp ears. Even though she knows better than to listen in on conversations that are none of her business.”
Kamala turned to Nyx, “I’m really sorry, Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers. I didn’t mean to disrespect you.”
Nyx turned to Kamala with a kind smile, “You’re okay, hon.”
“Don’t call my assistant hon.” Wanda snapped.
Nyx rolled her eyes, “My apologies, Kamala. That was unprofessional.” She admitted. “Besides, you didn’t disrespect me in the slightest. We’re good.”
Kamala nodded, turning to Wanda.
“She’s still terrifying.” Kamala whispered.
“I can still hear you.” Nyx said smiling, focusing on her book.
Kamala winced, mumbling a sorry before she left.
“Can you stop scaring the people that work for me?” Wanda demanded, walking to her wife.
Nyx was nursing a purple Monster as she read. She glared at Wanda when the red head took a sip.
“I’m not trying to scare anybody.” Nyx said, taking the drink back. “I thought you told your workers about me.”
“Oh yeah that works perfectly.” Wanda said sarcastically, “Hi everyone, just letting you know my wife’s coming today for the first time. She may have a resting bitch face and looks like the colour black threw up on her, but don’t worry, she isn’t that much of a bitch.”
“That much of a bitch?” Nyx demanded. “What about me is even remotely bitchy?”
“Oh nothing, just this.” Wanda said, gesturing to all of Nyx.
Nyx simply rolled her eyes, giving Wanda the middle finger. Wanda bent over to kiss her wife’s forehead, smirking when Nyx’s eyes inadvertently traveled to her slightly exposed cleavage.
“Eyes up here.” Wanda teased.
“Mhm” Nyx nodded, her eyes still glued to Wanda’s chest.
Wanda snorted, “I have to meet one last person for the day, then I’m done.”
Nyx nodded, shooing her wife away. “Go be a hot CEO.”
“Hot?” Wanda teased as she walked back to her desk.
“Hm?”
“Nothing.” the sokovian said smiling.
She opened up her laptop and sighed, her last meeting was the one she was looking forward to the least. A hyper intelligent man that reminded her a little too much of Vision. He was bound to arrive any minute.
“Ma’am,” Kamala spoke through the intercom, “Mr. Luthor is here to see you.”
“Let him in.” Wanda said.
“You want me to leave?” Nyx asked.
Wanda shook her head, “You’re okay, love. Just, maybe, don’t look like you live on that sofa.”
Nyx chuckled, nodding as she sat straight up, going back to her reading. Soon, Lex Luthor strode into the room. He immediately paused, eyes narrowing at Nyx on the chair.
“Who are you?” Lex demanded, staring at Nyx.
Wanda grimaced inwardly, her wife had most definitely not heard the man. She watched Luthor walk up to Nyx. Wanda’s eyes narrowed as he stood over her form. She cleared her throat, loud enough that Nyx looked at her, then at the man standing in front of her.
“Who the fuck are you?” Nyx asked bluntly, “And why are you all up in my space?”
She turned to Wanda with a frown, “Wanda, can you ask this bald man to step back please.”
“My name,” he seethed, “Is Lex Luthor.”
“The billionaire?” Nyx asked, squinting.
Thinking she probably realised who she was talking to, Lex nodded smugly.
“Cool.” Nyx said, still frowning. “Lex, mind taking a step back?”
Luthor’s nostrils flared, “Just who are you?”
Nyx continued reading, raising her hand to show the wedding ring on her finger.
Lex turned to Wanda incredulously, “That’s your wife?”
Wanda raised an eyebrow, “I’m not sure I appreciate your tone, Mr. Luthor. I was under the assumption you were here to talk business, not insult my wife.”
Lex immediately straightened, “Right, my apologies.” He gave one last seething glance at Nyx, who ignored him, and sat opposite Wanda.
“And you’re absolutely right. I’m here to talk business. Luthercorp is planning to start a new project, one I believe you would appreciate.”
Wanda nodded, listening to the man. As he continued to speak, Wanda felt herself get more and more pissed off by this moron’s audacity. He spoke about ‘cleaning’ the streets. About getting rid of those who ‘did not belong.’ He proposed his project be called SWORD, inspired by Wanda’s SHIELD. Wanda stared at him as he finished talking.
“Mr. Luthor,” Wanda said, controlling her tone carefully. “Are you, by chance, an idiot?
Lex looked at her stunned, “Excuse me?”
“You think I don’t know what this is?” Wanda demanded, “You’re aware that I, myself, am an immigrant? The project you’re proposing is very clearly just racial profiling.”
Lex glared at her, “Wanda, I’m aware of your past. I also know that you are legally allowed to be here.”
Wanda stared at him incredulously. Not only was this man an idiot, but perhaps delusional too.
“Your ‘idea’,” Wanda said slowly, “Is not just overtly racist, but also seeks to take advantage of communities that are already marginalised. That is beyond reprehensible, Lex. That’s simply cruel.”
Lex scoffed, “You’re being naive, Wanda. This isn’t some philosophical debate. This is real life.”
“Oh I’m well aware of ‘real life’, Lex.” Wanda said coldly, “Or did your little dossier miss out on the fact that Sokovia is a war-torn country, and has been for over the past three decades?”
“Exactly, Wanda.” Lex insisted, “In order to prevent that from happening here, we need to get rid of those who threaten us.”
“Us?” Wanda asked dangerously, “Who exactly is ‘us’? Americans? The one percent?”
“Those of us who belong.” Lex said, sitting back.
Wanda stared at him for a heartbeat.
“Get out.”
Lex paused, “Excuse me?”
Wanda stared at him pointedly, “I tire of your rhetoric, Lex. Your beliefs are clearly fundamentally different from mine. I don’t wish for this to be a waste of yours or my time. Please leave.”
Lex fumed, “I would suggest you reconsider.” He said threateningly.
Wanda smiled at him, “I won’t. Leave.”
Lex stood up, leaning forward. “You’re going to regret this, Wanda.” he said lowly, “I’m going to make sure of-“
A hand on his shoulder made him flinch.
“You wouldn’t happen to threatening my wife… would you, Lex?” Nyx asked dangerously, speaking lowly near his ear.
To Wanda’s alarm, Lex turned sharply, raising his hand. The back of his face inches from Nyx’s face. Nyx had managed to grab the man’s wrist just before he could have made contact. She stared into his eyes, brows narrowing.
“Nyx.” Wanda said, “It’s alright.”
Nyx let go of the man’s wrist, walking back to the sofa as she picked the book up. Her eyes fixed on the man.
“Mr. Luthor,” Wanda said, shifting Lex’s glare from her wife to her. “Not only have you been blatantly disrespectful to my wife, but proceeded to try to assault her.”
“She assaulted me first.” Lex sneered.
“To defend her wife, whom you had threatened moments before.” Wanda said, “Something that the security cameras definitely captured.”
Lex glanced at the camera in the corner of the room. He grit his teeth.
“You will regret this, Wanda.” Lex said.
Wanda stared at him, unimpressed. “Good bye, Lex.”
She watched the man leave, practically slamming the door shut. When he did, Wanda let out a sigh. She grabbed her laptop and walked to where Nyx was sitting. She cuddled up against her wife as she opened up her laptop.
“You okay?” Nyx murmured.
Wanda hummed, busy typing. She needed to ensure Lex wouldn’t retaliate. She immediately sent the video to security, as well as informing her dad; Steve, and the rest of the board the discussion and result. As of now, Rogers Industries and all subsidiaries had completely cut ties with Lexcorp.
“Ma’am,” Kamala said, “Mr. Wayne is here to see you.”
Wanda frowned, she hadn’t planned to meet him today. “You can let him in.” Wanda said, standing up and stretching.
She walked to the door as she let Bruce in, smiling as her assistant looked at the billionaire with starry eyes.
“You can go home for the day, Kamala.” Wanda said smiling. “Thank you for today.’
“Thank you Kamala” Nyx chimed from inside the office, making the girl giggle.
“Maybe she’s not that scary.” Kamala told Wanda, who simply laughed in return.
She walked inside, watching Bruce sit on the sofa opposite Nyx with a sigh, loosening his tie.
“Hey B,” Nyx said, focused on her book. “How was your dayy?” She asked playfully.
“Tiring,” Bruce admitted, having become significantly more expressive since Dick arrived in his life, Wanda could now visibly see him frown.
He turned to Wanda who crawled back into Nyx’s lap. She handed Nyx’s energy drink to the man, who returned it after a large swig, humming at the taste.
“What flavour is that?” Bruce asked.
“Purple.” Nyx answered.
Bruce smiled, his smile faded when he turned to Wanda.
“I heard you had a meeting with Lex Luthor?” Bruce said.
Wanda raised an eyebrow, “You got spies in my firm, Bruce?”
“Just one.” He said, staring pointedly at Nyx.
Wanda stared at Nyx, slapping her wife’s shoulder.
“Ow.” Nyx said, even though it definitely didn’t hurt her. “What was that for?” She exclaimed.
“You snitched on me?” Wanda demanded.
Nyx had the audacity to look a little sheepish, “It’s Lex Luthor. Bruce has been dealing with him for years. I thought you could use the back up.” she protested.
“I am more than capable of handling Lex Luthor, Nyx.” Wanda said frowning.
Nyx snorted, “I’m well aware, baby. I’m not talking about handling him. I peaked over your shoulder. You’re not just cutting him off, but going after him.”
“Oh please,” Wanda cut in, “You once threatened to throw Vision off the patio for trying to kiss me.”
Nyx glared at her wife, “One, he did kiss you. And two, what I was saying was. It would be more effective if you had other firms that helped you in your endeavour to go after Lex.”
Wanda stared at her wife, nodding. “Right.. Sorry.” She apologised.
“Hmph.” Nyx grumped, laying back down.
“Oh come on.” Wanda whined, crawling further on top of her wife. “You love meee.” Wanda said in a whiney tone.
Nyx blushed, pretending to be upset but clearly failing.
“Maybe..” Nyx mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
Wanda grinned, “I’ll buy you another Monster.” she offered.
“You’re forgiven.” Nyx said immediately, kissing her cheek and making Wanda laugh.
“I thought so,” Wanda replied smugly as she settled further into Nyx.
Bruce looked at them with a sort of fond exasperation. Wanda updated Bruce on the contents of the meeting, including the attempted assault on Nyx and him threatening the sokovian. Wanda noticed Nyx looking particularly contemplative while she discussed what to do with Bruce.
“You alright, Nyx?” Wanda asked.
Nyx nodded, “Just thinking..”
Wanda nodded. Her wife would share whenever she was ready. Wanda knew that. So she continued to talk to Bruce. Eventually they called it a day when Wanda noticed the sun had set. As they gathered their things, Bruce insisted of conducting a full sweep of her office, asking every single thing that Lex had touched. To Wanda’s utter horror, he found a small listening device underneath the chair Lex was sitting. It hadn’t been activated yet.
“I’ll send over some of my people, they’ll teach your security to do thorough sweeps at the start and end of each day.”
Wanda nodded, suddenly grateful of how over the top her friend was.
“Are you two ready?” Nyx asked excitedly.
Wanda giggled, rolling her eyes at Nyx’s demeanour. Truth-be-told, Wanda was just as excited. Nyx had decided to renovate and remodel Tartarus. She insisted that the old run down warehouse aesthetic was more of a fire hazard than anything else. With the enthusiastic permission of the residence, who were temporarily relocated to a building nearby, curtesy of Wayne Industries, as well as Rogers Industries.
“So we finally get to see the place, huh?” Wanda teased, “You’ve been hiding it from us for months.”
“Not all of it..” Nyx protested.
“Right, right,” Wanda said playfully, “You just came to me when you needed the money.”
“And advice!” Nyx defended as they got into the car. “Lots of advice.”
Bruce grunted, clearly amused.
“I’m not good at the strategising and logistics of managing a whole ass building.” Nyx admitted, telling Bruce, “So I asked my incredibly smart, incredibly helpful wife to advise me..”
She kissed Wanda’s cheek who simply smiled, rolling her eyes. They were a block away when Wanda noticed the crowd. Word had gotten out and residents of Tartarus were standing outside, waiting excitedly. Orion must have spotted the car because he began waving and calling out to them. Nyx responded similarly, bursting out of the car before it completely stopped. Wanda scolded her wife as she stepped out, but her voice died in her throat as she looked at the building in front of her.
Nyx stood at the gate, nervously fidgeting as everyone gathered at the door.
“Alright,” She called out. “Since you gave me permission, I kind of.. completely changed the building.”
There were slight shouts of approval. Wanda was inclined to agree. Gone was the abandoned warehouse, in front of her stood an almost gothic-coliseum looking building.
“That looks nothing like Tartarus,” Steve said, looking up at the building.
“That’s cause it’s not.” Nyx said, taking a deep breath. “Everyone.. Welcome to Astraeus…”
Wanda raised her eyebrows, “Astraeus?”
Nyx smiled, nodding. “Home of stars and constellations. Each burning bright with potential, opportunity, and power.”
The group walked in, whistling at the lobby entrance. Gorgeous black walls with deep green accents that took Wanda’s breath away. She noticed in the corridor where the elevators were, embedded into the marble was the name “Charon”.
“You really geeked out on this place, huh?” Wanda teased, whispering next to Nyx’s ear.
“Shut up.” Nyx said, bumping hips with her wife.
The group went to the basement, which opened into a relatively large arena.
“This is our fighting ring, Styx.” Nyx said. She showed them the dark granite places to sit around the ring that almost looked like humongous stairs.
The cool air made Wanda shiver, although she suspected it would be less cold when the place was filled with people.
Nyx showed them the different floors. There was Phlegathon, the club/bar. Then there was Acheron, a floor devoted entirely to exercise. Cocytus, the floor for treatment from physical injuries, spa, and so on. Lethe, the floor that everyone was most fascinated with. It contained several rooms, ranging from large to small.
“This is the resting area.” Nyx said, “There are rooms and beds enough for everybody to have privacy, including extras. Just incase we happen to get more members.”
Wanda noted that each place had almost a different theme to it. Styx was black and grey, Phlegathon was shades of red. Acheron was similar to Styx, but where as Styx was more minimalistic, Acheron had more machines and sparring rings. Cocytus resembled a spa, almost light beige. Lethe seemed to be similar to a hotel floor. Simple grey walls with patterns of branches etched into the wallpaper. The lighting made the place feel warm and inviting, instead of gothic and grungy.
“What about the bunker?” Circe asked.
Nyx grinned, “That’s the top floor.”
When Wanda reached the top floor, her breath was taken away. Floor to ceiling tinted windows meant it was always bright, but never harsh. Sofas and couches of all kinds in different parts of the room. There was a gigantic conversation pit that Wanda immediately wanted in their apartment as well. There were a few stairs which took you to rooms upstairs, incased in glass. From here, Wanda could see one was a tv room, one was a library, and the largest just had rows of tables and computers on them.
Wanda laughed as the kids didn’t even wait for the explanation, they began running around the place, choosing their favourite spots, claiming their places. Steve looked at the place in awe.
“Nyx.. this is…” Steve said.
“Alright,” Circe cut in, “I’ve been polite long enough, THIS WAS AMAZING NYX THANK YOUUUU” she said, running off into the foam pit in the corner of the room.
Wanda laughed, all the adults quickly exploring the place too. Steve gave Nyx a sheepish look, the woman rolled her eyes.
“Go on,” She said smiling, “Get in there.”
Steve hooted, running and jumping head first into the foam pit, laughing as Circe threw a foam cube on his head.
“You’re going to explain all the references when we get home, aren’t we?” Wanda murmured.
“Oh I’m starting in the car.” Nyx said excitedly.
Wanda groaned playfully, “Why am I going to be tortured?”
Nyx grinned, “Cause you love listening to me talk about my special interests.”
“Yeah that’s true.” Wanda admitted, “But only cause you look so cute and enthusiastic.”
Nyx looked at her wife in horror as Wanda pulled her wife’s cheeks, cooing. Even if Nyx pretended to hate what was happening, both Wanda and Nyx were aware she could stop this at any point. The fact that she let it happen meant she was definitely enjoying it. That, of course, meant Wanda doubled down on it, cooing louder, attracting the attention of kids and adults alike.
Nyx rolled her eyes as children laughed, Steve taking a picture from his phone.
“I’ll get you back for this,” Nyx grumbled.
“I dare you.” Wanda said smirking.
Nyx’s eyes lit up at the challenge, faster than Wanda could act, Nyx picked her up over her head.
“Nyx!” Wanda shrieked.
“I can’t hear you Wanda.” Nyx taunted.
“Put me down!” Wanda yelled.
“Okay.” Nyx said impishly.
Wanda’s eyes widened, she let out a scream when her wife threw her into the foam pit. Wanda emerged, red faced. Watching her wife doubled over laughing. As were several others. Behind her, Steve gave Wanda a mischievous smile. He snuck behind Nyx. Wanda watched Nyx’s eyes widen as she felt his hands on her waist. With the grace of.. well, Nyx, she rolled over Steve’s shoulders and pushed him into the pit. Wanda laughed as a wide eyed Steve fell face first.
That started the game of tag, whoever could catch Nyx and throw her into the pit.
“You’re mine” Orion said confidently, trying to tackle Nyx.
Wanda laughed when Nyx jumped over Orion, grabbing his jeans and picked him up and threw him into the pit that Steve and Wanda had just crawled out of. Steve tried to catch her again, but alas… yoink. Circe tried, yoink. The game moved from trying to throw Nyx into the pit into simply catching her. She jumped and leaped over furniture, laughing as she flipped over people.
She ran up the stairs to the tables, kids and adults running after her. Wanda’s breath briefly caught when her wife jumped over the balcony. Nobody was surprised when she landed, tucking and rolling like a fucking gymnast. Within minutes, people were tired, laying on furniture. Only Orion and Steve remained.
“I’m gonna get you for real this time.” Orion said, jumping in the air.
Nyx snorted, sliding under him. She grabbed his jeans again, except she must have misjudged something because she ended up pulling the waistband of the poor boy’s underwear. He shrieked, crumpling to the ground.
“Cheater!” He gasped.
A few adults chuckled.
“Sorry,” Nyx called out, jumping over Steve’s head.
Wanda grinned, walking to her wife.
“Having fun?” Wanda asked, bumping hips with her wife.
Nyx nodded, kissing Wanda’s cheek.
“I’m glad. Cause I’m also about to have fun.” Wanda said.
“Huh?” Nyx asked, yelping as Wanda grabbed her wife’s hand and dragging her to the pit.
Wanda knew Nyx was letting her, even if she was putting a show of trying to get free. A few kids took the opportunity and joined Wanda, grabbing Nyx by the tshirt or arm. Nyx still pretended to yank herself free, albeit a lot more carefully this time. Eventually, they reached the edge of the pit.
‘Thank you’ Wanda mouthed.
Nyx winked, feigning a yell as she was pushed into the foam pit. All the kids cheered as Nyx lay there, giggling.
After a little more chilling, people began settling in. They chose their rooms and decided to call it a day. Nyx had informed them that they would now get paid to maintain and work at Astraeus. Kids no longer had to force themselves. Upon popular demand, all the kids had been enrolled into school, all expenses paid for by Nyx, personally.
Wanda had offered to pay for it, joking that Nyx would run her inherited money dry. Nyx had simply replied with ‘worth it’.
Security and all tech was purchased from Wayne and Stark Industries. Wanda had managed to buy them at quite a discount, given that she knew both of the owners. Bruce wanted to personally invest into Astraeus but Nyx simply told him he could invest by joining fights and being a patron.
Nyx had promised Wanda one last stop, then they’d go home. Wanda, of course, nodded. She had an idea, anyway.
They took the elevator back to Acheron. Entering, Wanda saw the reason Nyx wanted to visit. There was a girl she had seen only once before. She was punching the bag rather aggressively.
Nyx removed her shoes, walking to the bag.
“Watch your front leg.” Nyx said as she held the bag, keeping it in place.
The girl nodded, made the change and began punching again. Wanda watched as the girl rapidly punched the large black bag. She’d seen Nyx work out like that, a long time ago.
“Mel,” Nyx said gently, “you need a break, sweetie.”
Mel shook her head, “I need to get stronger.”
Nyx gave Wanda a brief glance. A look Wanda was familiar with. Grief. She knew what her wife was asking. Wanda gave her a subtle nod, making Nyx sigh.
“Alright, Mel.” Nyx said. “Get in the ring, you and I are going to go.”
“Right now?” Mel frowned, “You’re not wearing your workout gear.”
Nyx contemplated for a moment, before removing her jacket, tshirt, and socks. She removed all her rings, including the wedding ring.
“Better now?” Nyx asked.
Mel nodded, walking into the closest cage. The two circled each other as Nyx cracked her neck.
“I heard you’re entering Styx.” Nyx said, “Why?
Mel froze, “How did you know?”
Nyx raised an eyebrow, “You forget I own the place? Everything that happens goes by me first. Including new contenders. Besides, you didn’t answer my question.”
“Enough talking.” Mel snapped, running to Nyx.
She delivered an admittedly harsh kick to Nyx’s temple. But the brunette ducked under, a low spin kick making Mel fall to the ground.
“Why?” Nyx asked.
“Shut up.” Mel said, scrambling up as she delivered a series of punches.
Nyx, herself, had been training Mel and a few others. So Mel’s technique was better than just good. It was beautiful. Wanda’s heart skipped a beat when Mel delivered what would be a bad blow to Nyx’s throat. Nyx grabbed her wrist, an eyebrow raised.
“That could kill someone.” Nyx said frowning.
“Not you.” Mel gritted, yanking her hand back.
Nyx straightened, “Why?”
“Shut. Up.” Mel growled.
Wanda watched sadly as Mel’s technique began to get more brutal. She tried for a groin kick, where Nyx grabbed her foot and shoved her back, making the girl fall on her butt.
“Why?” Nyx asked.
“Shut up.” Mel yelled, standing back up.
She sprinted towards Nyx, an attempt to tackle the woman. Nyx flipped over the woman, grabbing her waist and slamming her to the ground. The air was knocked out of Mel, who turned to her sighed, gasping.
“Why?” Nyx said coldly, standing back up.
“Shut.. up.” Mel rasped, glaring at Nyx.
She stood up on shaky legs, her eyes glistening. Nyx stood there, waiting for her to move. She gathered herself and shifted to kicking, growling in frustration when none of them landed. She tried a hook, but Nyx grabbed the hand and flipped her onto the ground.
“Why, Melpomene.” Nyx asked.
“SHUT UP” Mel screamed.
She stood up, tears now feely falling. Her breathing ragged. Nyx looked at her, not pitifully, but with look of understanding.
“Pen is gone, Mel.” Nyx said sadly. “Fighting others because of her won’t help her.”
She ran to Nyx, jumping into a high knee kick. Nyx grabbed the woman’s waist mid air and not-so-gently slammed her back onto the mat. Mel screamed in pain and frustration.
“Tell me, Mel.” Nyx said frowning. “Why?”
“BECAUSE SHE DIED” Mel screamed, crumpling onto the ground sobbing. “She died.. and it’s my fault.”
Wanda hadn’t even realised she was already in the cage until she fell to her knees beside Mel, embracing the young girl. Mel wailed as she fell apart, sobbing into Wanda’s chest.
“Oh sweetie,” Wanda said, her voice raw, “I am so sorry.”
Mel cried harder, gripping Wanda’s tshirt tightly. Nyx looked at the little girl on the floor. She slowly got to her knees in front of Wanda and Mel. Nyx took in a shaky breath before she spoke.
“Penelope’s death wasn’t your fault, Mel.” Nyx said softly. “… it was mine.”
Wanda stared at her wife with a pained expression. She knew her wife had been holding the guilt in for so long. Never voicing it. Mel looked at Nyx as she cried.
“It wasn’t..” Mel said, “I was there. I could have.. I should have saved her.. I should have fought back..”
Nyx cupped Mel’s face, giving her a desolate smile. “Then I would be burying you beside her.”
Wanda felt her heart stop as the ugly truth revealed itself. Every bruise, every cut, every single broken bone. Nyx had taken it all so her family didn’t have to. Her wife didn’t just blame herself for Pen’s death.. she believed that she was the reason.
Mel looked at Nyx sorrowfully, “It wasn’t your fault, Nyx.”
Nyx shook her head, “It wasn’t yours either, Mel…”
Wanda watched her wife, as did Mel.
“Do you know why I asked named the ring Styx?” Nyx asked softly.
“It’s known as the river of hatred..” Wanda said softly, remembering the times Nyx spoke of the underworld.
Nyx nodded sadly, “It’s also known as the river of oaths.”
Mel frowned, wiping her tears as she sat in Wanda’s embrace.
“Every time one of us steps into that ring,” Nyx said softly. “We bear the hatred of the world, the hatred within ourselves. And without something to ground us, that hatred tears us apart.”
Mel looked at the ground.
“Every time I step into the ring, I bear all the hatred they throw our way… Mel, if I go in there with the intent to destroy, that hatred? It will tear me apart. Which is why I can’t let you go in the ring. Not like this.”
“You did it..” Mel said desperately, “You survived. Maybe I can, too.”
Nyx shook her head sadly, “The cost is too high, Mel. And it’s not one I’m willing to pay.”
“But I am..” Mel insisted, “Please, Midnight. Let me go in there.”
“Then tell me why. Why do you want to face that?” Nyx said, equally desperate.
“Cause I’m angry.” Mel exploded, fresh tears streaming down her face. “Because it hurts, and- and I want them to pay.”
“Who?” Wanda asked softly.
“I don’t know” Mel cried, “Them. Everyone.”
“And you think that will help? Getting in the ring and fighting?” Nyx asked, calmly.
Mel met Nyx’s eyes, nodding determined. Wanda frowned as she watched Nyx battle something internally, she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She exhaled hard, standing.
“Fine.” Nyx said hollowly. “If you want to go that way. Let’s do it?”
Wanda recoiled at Nyx’s tone, Mel looked at her in disbelief.
“..What?” Mel asked.
“You want to fight, right?” Nyx asked. “Take your hatred out on everyone? Let’s do it. You and me. Now.”
Mel stood up, eyes widening. “I.. I don’t want to fight you, Midnight.”
Nyx looked at her coldly, “You wanted to know the cost of being me? I’ll show you.”
Wanda watched in disbelief as her wife walked out of the ring, taking her phone out of her jacket as she called Steve.
“Trevor. Styx. Now.” Nyx said curtly, “Mel and I. Everyone can watch. Yes. Right now. Thanks.”
Nyx turned and looked at Mel’s confused figure.
“Come on, Mel.” Nyx said. “Let’s enter the Styx, we’ll see if you can survive the hatred.”
Mel locked her jaw, nodding as she stepped out. Wanda followed, looking at Nyx.
“Are you sure?” Wanda asked quietly as they made their way to the elevator.
Nyx looked at her wife, signing. ‘I don’t want to do this. But I need to show her.’
‘And what happens if she wins?
Nyx stared at Wanda, ‘Nobody wins against hatred with more hatred, Wanda.
‘Didn’t you?’
‘You and I both know I didn’t.
The three got into the elevator, Mel giving Wanda an odd look when the redhead sighed.
‘I’m sorry..’
Nyx’s eyes softened, ‘It’s okay. I love you.
Tears welled up in Wanda’s eyes, ‘I love you, too. So much’
X—X—X—X—X
“You don’t have to do this, Melpomene.” Wanda said softly.
Nyx had gone to change into workout gear, keeping a spare in one of the changing rooms. The place was slowly filling by the residents. Steve insisted no kids attend. The atmosphere wasn’t energetic like usual, Wanda could see the solemn faces everyone wore. Word seemed to have gotten out.
Mel shook her head stubbornly, “If I need to become stronger, I need to do this.”
Wanda sighed, “Mel, my wife isn’t strong because-“
“Save your speeches, Wanda.” Mel said, sighing. “I’m sorry, that was rude.”
Wanda gave her a sad smile, “It’s okay, baby. Just remember, Nyx is doing this cause she loves you.”
Mel gave her a look, “I’m not fighting Nyx, Wanda. I’m going to fight Midnight. And when I win, I will prove to her that I’m strong enough.”
Wanda sighed, nodding. “I have much to say, but I’ll save you the lecture. Best of luck.”
The slight mutters quieted when Nyx returned. No, this wasn’t Nyx. This was Midnight. Her fighting gear, as well as her black makeup, covering the top half of her face.
Midnight stepped into the ring, staring at Mel. Steve entered, looking upset.
“Alright,” He said. “Here are the rules. N-“
“No.” Midnight growled. “No rules this time.”
Steve frowned, “Wha-“
“She wants to face the hatred, Steve.” Midnight said. “There are no rules for that.”
Steve looked at Mel who nodded, determined.
With a sigh, he conceded. “Fine. Start.”
Mel snarled, running to Midnight. Midnight stared at her impassively until she was within arms reach. Faster than Mel could move, Midnight punched the girl in the face, hard. Mel fell onto the sand ground with a thud. Wanda felt her blood run cold at the sight of Midnight staring down at Mel.
“Get up.” Midnight said lowly.
Mel scrambled up, taking a few steps back. Her eyes were wide, her breathing fast.
“Show me your hatred, Melpomene.” Midnight said flatly.
Mel grit her teeth, she grabbed a fistful of sand, throwing it towards Midnight as she tried to kick the brunette. Midnight dodged the sand, grabbing Mel by the ankle. She yanked, lifting Mel in the air and slammed her on the ground like a child would a toy. Mel gasped, unable to breathe, eyes wide in fear.
“Is this all your hatred amounts to?” Midnight gritted.
Mel scrambled back, trying to breathe properly. Her eyes darted to Wanda in fear.
“Look at me.” Midnight roared. “Show me your hatred, Mel.”
Mel stood up, screaming as she charged. Nyx cut the distance in half with one step, landing a brutal punch to Mel’s gut. Mel crumpled onto the ground, violently heaving.
Wanda held back a sob as she saw the make up trailing down as tears smudged Midnight’s makeup.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Midnight growled. “To fight with hatred. So fight.”
Mel was crying, tears of frustration and pain as she staggered to stand back up. Wanda could clearly see the anger, but she also saw the fear and pain.
Mel screamed, charging towards Midnight. This time, Midnight let her. The moment Mel was within range, Midnight backhanded Mel’s face. Mel cried out, but didn’t move, grabbing Midnights torso, nails digging into her skin.
Midnight stared down at Mel, who punched Midnight’s face enough for the brunette to stagger back. But the emptiness never left Midnight’s face. Mel yelled, enraged. Landing punch after punch, scratching Midnights face. None of that seemed to faze the brunette. She didn’t even flinch when Mel punched her hard enough for her nose to bleed.
Midnight lunged, making Wanda flinch. She grabbed Mel by the throat, the girl screaming, scratching the woman’s wrists.
“This is not hatred.” Midnight said, her voice tight.
She tossed the girl to the side, who stood up immediately. She ran to Midnight, but Midnight moved fast. Delivering a side kick so hard, the girl was thrown in the air, falling out of the ring like a ragdoll.
“Stop it.” Orion yelled, running to the ring.
Wanda’s breath hitched when Midnight didn’t even look at Orion, who stood in front of Midnight.
Midnight grabbed his shirt and threw him to the side. The boy crying out when he fell onto the sand. Mel walked back in, furious.
Midnight raised her hands, “Seems you have more. Show me.”
Wanda stood suddenly when she saw the metal rod in Mel’s hand as she attacked Midnight. Midnight sprinted to Mel, her fist punching the metal rod. Mel froze when the rod snapped. Midnight yanked it out of her hand and threw it to the side.
“You wanted to become this, right?” Midnight growled.
“I won’t stop.” Mel said enraged, “You’ll have to kill me.”
Midnight looked at her disappointed, “No. I won’t.”
Mel yelled, punching Midnight. But Midnight grabbed Mel’s fist, yanking it hard enough that Wanda winced at the sound of the girl crying out.
“That’s a sprain.” Midnight said. “A little hard, that’s dislocation. More would tear fascia.”
Mel gripped her wrist, tears pouring down. Orion charged back in, hugging Midnights waist.
“Please, Midnight” Orion said, trying to hold her in place. “Stop now.”
“This is who you want to be?” Midnight asked Mel, ignoring Orion.
When Orion didn’t budge, she moved him, once again, tossing him out of the ring. This time, Steve held the boy back from entering the ring.
“I’m not going to stop.” Mel repeated.
For the first time, emotion passed Midnight’s eyes.
“Yes, you are.” Midnight said her voice raw.
“No.” Mel said, kicking Midnight’s thigh, making her buckle. “I won’t.”
She punched Midnight, who stared at her, impassively. Mel let out a scream when she yanked Midnight’s hair, making her fall back on the ground. She straddled the woman, punching and scratching her face.
Wanda watched as Midnight did nothing to defend herself, she wrapped her legs around Mel’s throat and yanked down. The girl was slammed on her back. She coughed, gasping for breath.
Mel screamed at the ground in frustration, “Why isn’t this working?” she cried.
“Why do you think?” Midnight asked hollowly, “Because you’re not hating enough?”
“I am.” Mel growled, “I certainly am.”
She stood up, but Midnight punched her, making the girl fall on the ground again.
“Then why are you losing.” Midnight growled.
“I don’t know” Mel screamed, her voice echoing against the bare walls.
Midnight punched her again when the girl tried to get up.
“Yes, you do.” Midnight yelled. “You know.”
Mel lay on the ground, sobbing. “I don’t..”
Black tears fell on the sand near Mel’s head. Midnight’s makeup mixing with the tears. Midnight stood, putting a bare foot on Mel’s chest. The white-grey sand sifting to Mel’s stomach.
“You think hatred makes you strong? Fine. Get up.” Midnight said.
Mel tried everything. She used as much force as she could but still couldn’t move the foot. She screamed in frustration and panic, her breathing erratic. She heard shuffling, Steve and Orion next to her, struggling to help move Midnight’s leg.
NO, Mel wanted to scream. I have to do this alone.
With the look Midnight was giving Mel, she knew exactly what the girl was thinking. Black drops were falling more frequently from Midnight’s face.
In that moment, Mel, Wanda, everyone saw. The cost of being Midnight. The loneliness. The despair. The fear.
Wanda stood, running to the ring. A few others did too. They struggled to move Midnight.
Midnight stared at into Mel’s eyes. Understanding breaking through the girl’s heart. The pressure on her chest wasn’t Midnight’s foot. Mel knew that. Midnight’s foot had been hovering a millimetre above Mel’s chest. The pressure threatening to choke Mel was the pain. The one that Midnight refused to let her bear alone.
It was after a few more people got involved that they were able to move Midnight.
“Are you okay?” Orion asked worriedly.
Mel turned to her best friend, her lip wobbling.
“No.. I’m not.” She whispered.
She hugged Orion, sobbing into his shoulder. She could finally feel it. The love. All of it. The people crouching around her, making sure she’s okay. And, fuck, it felt good to be held. Despite their protests, Mel stood on weak legs. She looked for Midnight. The woman stood a few feet away, being hugged by Wanda. Tears of anguish and relief streaming from the brunettes face.
Mel realised this is what Nyx meant. Midnight stood alone. Always. That was the cost. The cost that Nyx refused to let Mel pay. Even now. Everyone was making sure Mel was okay. They probably believed Nyx would be fine, or they were mad at her for hurting Mel. And the truth was, Midnight was alone. Always. But Nyx? She wasn’t. Wanda refused to let Nyx be alone. And Mel decided, she would too.
Mel ran to Nyx, hugging her tight as she sobbed.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry” Mel rambled into Nyx’s chest as she sobbed.
“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Nyx said her voice cracking. “You’re okay, darling.”
Mel cried harder at the pain in Nyx’s voice.
“I was alone..” Mel said, sobbing. “So alone.”
“No, Mel.” Nyx whispered, cupping the girls face. “You were never alone. We were always here. It just took you a second to see that.”
Mel nodded, crying. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. All of it.”
Nyx gave the girl a pained smile, “It’s okay. I promise it’s okay.”
“No,” Wanda growled, “It’s not.”
Nyx looked at her wife confused, but Wanda was fed up. She was tired of letting her wife believe her pain was normalised.
“Wanda.. I-“
“Shut up, Nyx.” Wanda said, “It’s not okay. It’s not okay that you isolated yourself. That you let yourself rot. It’s not.”
Mel smiled, “What she said.”
Nyx nodded, between crying on her wife shoulder and the fight, the black makeup was practically rubbed off. She stood up, as did the other women. Nyx was going to say something but was tackled by Orion.
“You idiot.” Orion said, slamming Nyx’s shoulders against the sand.
Wanda let our a watery chuckle at the sight of genuine confusion on her wife’s face.
“You stupid, moron.” Orion said emotionally, still repeatedly shaking Nyx’s shoulders. “Fuck you, and your stupid fucking masochistic lesson.”
“You- my what?” Nyx asked, still being shaken.
“You think we didn’t see what you were doing?” Steve demanded, walking to the four of them.
“What I was- Will you stop shaking me?”
Orion slammed her back onto the sand, “Not until you apologise.”
Nyx looked at him dumbfounded, “For what.”
“For putting yourself through that, you asshole” Steve yelled, crouching beside Nyx and flicking her forehead. “We saw what you put yourself through to get Mel to understand.”
Nyx looked at Wanda helplessly.
“Oh you’re lucky Orion got a hold of you.” Wanda growled, “I would have torn you a new one.”
The brunette had the audacity to look offended. She sighed, “Fine. I’m.. I’m sorry.”
“Louder.” Orion yelled.
“I’m sorry.” Nyx said, a little louder.
“I can’t hear her, what she say?” A man said from the stands.
“I’M SORRY, OKAY?” She yelled.
But Wanda wasn’t going to let her wife get away so easily.
“Why?” Wanda asked, “What are you sorry about?”
Nyx glared at the red head, grumbling under her breath.
“Louder, Nyx.” Wanda snapped.
“I’M SORRY FOR ISOLATING MYSELF.” She yelled, her voice cracking towards the end. “I’m sorry for pushing everyone away. For believing that if I could take all of your pain.”
“You didn’t, Nyx.” Steve said frowning. “I was still hurting. Every time I saw you injured, it broke my bloody heart.”
Nyx stared at Steve.
“…oh.”
“You thought taking on other’s pain would make them stop hurting.” Wanda said, “But you just made it worse for yourself.”
When the two got into the elevator, there was a comfortable silence.
“How are you feeling, love?” Wanda asked gently.
Wanda watched the energy drain from Nyx’s body, her wife leaned against her heavily.
“Tired..” Nyx admitted, her voice slightly gravelly. “Really tired.”
Wanda nodded, putting her arm around her wife’s scratched up waist. Nyx automatically put her arm over Wanda’s shoulder.
“Makes sense,” Wanda replied. “You’ve had a long day.”
“So have you,” Nyx said. “I’m sorry I made it about myself again.”
Wanda chuckled, “You’re okay, baby. You didn’t.”
“Besides…” Wanda added, “I’m not the one who was used as a punching bag.”
Nyx hummed as the elevator opened. Wanda wasn’t sure when Bruce left. Probably after Nyx showed them the whole place. But the man was nice enough that he sent a car waiting for them. The two walked out of Astraeus, Wanda holding Nyx’s weight, the brunette limping slightly.
When they sat in the car, Nyx laid her head on her wife’s lap.
“Rest now, Nyx.” Wanda said softly. “I’ll wake you up when we get home.”
Nyx nodded, closing her eyes as exhaustion took over. Wanda smiled as she watched her wife almost instantly fall asleep. She caressed Nyx’s hear, watching the building change, the routes now familiar. When they finally reached their building, Wanda kissed Nyx’s temple, waking the woman up.
Chapter summary: A surprise guest inadvertently convinces Wanda to face her biggest fear. Possibly losing Nyx.
Chapter Warnings: Panic attack, graphic descriptions of violence, almost murder, fighting
This is supposed to be wholesome. With a sprinkle of realism, i guess.
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When Wanda opened the door, she expected a friend, hopefully food delivery, or maybe even a door-to-door salesman. She certainly did not expect a child looking up at her, teary-eyed, sniffling.
“Nyx..” Wanda called out, staring at the child. “Come here, please… Now”
Perhaps she shouldn’t have phrased it like an emergency. Because a loud crashing sound made both her and the child flinch at whatever made it. Nyx emerged a moment later, hair standing up and a suspicious bruise on her shoulder.
“What’s wr-“ Nyx said, cutting off when she saw the child.
“Hey, buddy, I’m Nyx.” Nyx cooed, kneeling in front of him. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
The child stared at Nyx, exploding with sobs. He jumped into Nyx’s arms as he cried.
She slowly stood up with him in her arms. The child could not have been older than ten. Wanda briefly wondered if he was Nyx’s child. But laughed at the thought. Ten years ago, Nyx would have been a teenager. And her wife would have said something about having a child.
‘Who is that?’ Wanda mouthed?
Nyx gave her the international look of ‘bitch do I look like I know what’s going on?’
Wanda rolled her eyes. Great. A literal random kid.
“How about we go eat?” Nyx suggested to the child, who was partially asleep now. “I think Wanda’s worked up an appetite from all the hard work.”
Wanda stuck her tongue out at her wife as the three of them walked to the kitchen. Nyx made him sit on the countertop, beside her as she cooked. Wanda poured him some water.
“Thank you.” He said quietly.
“Don’t worry about it,” Wanda said with a smile. “I’m Wanda. It’s nice to meet you.”
“I’m sorry about jus showing up,” he said softly, suddenly nervous.
Nyx must have picked up on it, because she immediately poured the whole pack of chocolate chips into a bowl.
“What’s your name, bud?” Nyx asked gently.
“Richard..” he said, a little scared. “Richard Grayson.”
Nyx nodded, “That sounds like a cool name, Richard. Tell me, do you like pancakes?”
Richard’s eyes sparkled as Nyx flipped the first pancake with a flourish. He giggled and clapped when it landed perfectly back in the pan. He nodded enthusiastically in response to Nyx’s question.
“Well, that’s perfect, cause I’m making some,” Nyx said with a grin. “Would you like to help me?”
Richard looked at Wanda nervously, “Is.. is that okay, ma’am?”
Wanda smiled gently, “You know, Richard, the kitchen is my wife’s domain. She’s the boss here. What she says goes. If she wants you to help her, well, then I guess you’ll need this,” she said, taking out the smallest-sized apron they had.
The apron, of course, was far too large for the young boy. Wanda smiled as the boy laughed at Nyx’s gentleness. She’d watched her wife with the kids. She was so good with them that it made Wanda’s heart explode. She watched Nyx ask Richard to put as many chocolate chips as he would like, and when he put nearly half the bowl, she made him look elsewhere, discreetly taking out as many as she could before he noticed.
After a significant stack of pancakes that had way too many chocolate chips, they began eating.
“Would you like some syrup?” Nyx asked, chuckling at the enthusiastic nod.
“You know,” she continued, pouring syrup. “My mom always said, a big mouth means a big heart.”
Richard giggled, “That’s not true?”
“Yeah?” Nyx challenged, “I bet your mom says the same thing.”
Wanda and Nyx watched in alarm as the boy’s features seemed to sadden. An expression Wanda was all too familiar with took over.
Grief.
He began quietly sniffling, wiping his tears. Wanda’s heart broke at what he said.
“My mama and papa..” The boy whispered, “They… they died.”
He began sobbing, crumpling into Nyx as he jumped into her arms again. Wanda took a cautious step forward, nodding at Nyx’s encouraging smile.
“I’m so sorry, Richard.” Nyx said softly, “I’m sure it hurts so much.”
Richard nodded, “It hurts all the time,” the poor boy sniffled.
Nyx nodded, “You know.. Wanda lost people close to her, too.. I’m sure she knows what you’re going through.”
Richard turned his sad blue eyes to Wanda. “You did?”
Wanda nodded, letting herself feel the pain. “My parents, and.. and my brother.”
Nyx gently picked Richard up, and they walked to the sofa. Adorably enough, the boy insisted on sitting on Nyx’s lap while he spoke to Wanda.
“Does.. does it get better?” Richard asked.
Wanda’s throat constricted, does it? Did it for her? She gave Richard a sad smile as she took Nyx’s hand.
“I don’t know about better,” Wanda admitted softly, “But it helps when people you love hold you on the days you can’t hold yourself.”
“Do.. do you have someone like that?” Richard asked innocently.
Wanda smiled, “You and I seem to have that person in common..”
Richard turned to Nyx, who was blushing profusely. There was a sudden banging on the door, making them flinch. Nyx instinctively covered Richard when he flinched. She gently put him in Wanda’s lap.
“I’ll go check, okay?” Nyx said to both of them.
Richard watched in fear as Nyx walked to the door.
“Will she be okay?” Richard whispered.
Wanda smiled playfully, “I think you should ask whether whoever scared you will be okay after Nyx is through with them.”
Nyx walked to open the door, finding a panicked Bruce.
“Where is he?” Bruce growled, barging in.
“What?” Nyx asked, confused as she closed the door.
“The boy,” Bruce roared, “Where is ri-“
Nyx pinned him to the wall, covering his mouth.
“Lower your fucking voice.” Nyx hissed. “Richard is here. He’s okay. Now I’m going to remove my hand, and you’re not going to start screaming, okay?”
“Not like this, you’re not,” Nyx said, her hand on Bruce’s chest.
“Nyx,” Bruce growled, “Move before I make you.”
“You need to calm the fuck down, Bruce.” Nyx glowered, whispering. “He is scared, and vulnerable, and grieving.”
That got through to the man; he took a deep breath in, nodding.
“Thank you..” Bruce said, his tone far more relaxed. “I knew I was right in giving him this address.”
“Wait, what?” Nyx asked, but Bruce had already gone.
Bruce entered the hall where Wanda was talking to Richard, the two of them were giggling about something.
“Oh, look who it is.” Wanda teased.
“Hi, B”, Richard said shyly, “I’m glad Nyx didn’t rip your face off.”
Nyx froze, “I what?”
Richard giggled, “Wanda said that’s what you do to people who scare other people.”
“Dick, why did you leave?” Bruce asked gently, getting down on one knee.
“Leave?” Nyx asked, alarmed.
“Dick?” Wanda asked simultaneously.
Bruce ignored them as Dick walked to him, giving him an awkward hug.
“I’m sorry,” Dick said guiltily, “You weren’t home, and I couldn’t find Alfred..”
“So you took an Uber here?” Bruce asked, confused.
Dick nodded, “You said to come here if I was scared.”
“Aww,” Wanda said, “You did?”
Bruce’s jaw clenched, “Strategically, it is the safest option for all of us. It is high up, unreachable, and the securi-“
“Bruce.” Wanda interrupted, “That was very sweet of you. Thank you.”
Bruce nodded, a slight flush on his cheeks. He raised an eyebrow when Nyx sat down next to Wanda, and Dick immediately jumped onto her lap, giggling when she let out an ‘oof’.
“I think Clark has some competition in who the favourite is,” Bruce said dryly.
The sound of the bell ringing made Nyx get up again. This time, however, it seemed that Dick had found his new favourite spot. Piggybacking Nyx. Wanda grinned at the sight; if Nyx was half asleep like in the morning, she probably wouldn’t have known there was a child on her. She certainly didn’t realise it when Wanda did the same thing earlier.
Nyx opened the door, revealing a panting Clark and a beaming Diana.
“Di” Dick shrieked, making Nyx wince.
Diana rushed in, jumping to give Dick a truly high five since Dick, while being on top of Nyx’s shoulders at this point, had his arm up high, almost touching the ceiling.
Clark opened his arms as Dick literally flipped off Nyx and onto Clark, laughing. However, to Clark and Diana’s surprise, he hopped off Clark and jumped back onto Nyx’s unassuming back.
“Guess we’re making some coffee for everybody,” Nyx said. “And perhaps a milkshake for the young man who’s climbing my back like a monkey?”
Dick giggled, “Do you have iced tea?”
“Have you seen my kitchen?” Nyx said teasingly, “I have everything.”
Meanwhile, Wanda greeted Clark and Diana with a hug.
“What’s wrong, Clark?” Wanda asked, laughing as she watched the man sit on the sofa with an exaggerated pout.
“Your wife stole my boyfriend’s baby,” Clark said, pouting even harder.
“Clark,” Bruce warned.
Clark rolled his eyes, kissing Bruce’s cheek.
“Yeah, yeah, Ward.” Clark corrected, “Your wife stole my boyfriend’s ward.”
“Is it stealing if he jumped into her arms willingly?” Diana teased.
“Yeah, but I was the favourite,” Clark whined, with no real bite behind his words.
Diana laughed, “I’m sure you still are, my love. Nyx is just very caring and motherly when it comes to children. Dick, being the intelligent young boy he is, has obviously picked up on that.”
Clark grumbled, lying so his head was on Bruce’s lap. Bruce paused for a moment before he caressed Clark’s hair, staring at Wanda, daring her to say something.
“Coffee’s ready,” Dick said, entering with a tray full of different cups and glasses.
He was taking comically short steps, careful not to spill anything. Bruce, however, looked at him, stunned.
“Two weeks of Alfred telling him to clean his room, but Nyx gets him to do this in minutes,” Bruce grumbled.
“There’s a mocha something something something for Wanda,” Dick said, carefully handing her an iced coffee.
“ A caramel Frappuccino, something for Clark,” he continued, handing Clark a mug of piping hot coffee.
“Black coffee for B.” He said, “And a something weird name for Di.” he finished.
“Thank you for coming to Café Nyx and Dicks. Please enjoy your drinks,” he said with an exaggerated bow, and left.
The moment he did, everyone began exchanging their drinks, taking the right one. Nyx and Dick returned, Dick nursing a rather delicious-looking iced tea. He sat on Clark’s lap, the man looking immensely pleased with himself as he got comfortable. The moment Dick took a sip, he groaned.
“This is so good.” He said, taking big sips.
“Easy,” Nyx warned, “Remember what I said? The more you hurry, the less you enjoy. Take your time with the tea, Dick.”
The boy nodded, “I’m telling you, Cafe Nyx and Dicks is going to take off.”
Nyx looked at him, hiding her horror. “We are not calling it that.”
“Why not?” Dick asked innocently.
“Well,” Nyx tried, “Calling it that makes it just about us… what about Bruce? Clark? Diana? What about Wanda? Do you not want them to help?
Dick looked down, nodding. “I do, I’m sorry.”
“Hmm”, Nyx thought, “I think I know how you can make it up to me.”
Dick looked up, confused.
“You did that flip, right?” Nyx asked, making Dick nod.
“Dick comes from a long line of circus acrobats,” Bruce said, a hint of pride.
“That’s really cool,” Wanda commented.
“Really?” Dick asked excitedly, “Can I show you what I can do?”
Wanda nodded, albeit hesitantly. She watched Dick immediately walk to the space and begin to do cartwheels and one-handed handstands.
“Impressive,” Nyx commented, getting up herself. “Can you teach me?”
Dick looked at her suspiciously, “I tried teaching Clark, but he barfed.”
Nyx laughed, “I’ll do my best not to.”
Dick showed her the mechanics of a handstand. Eyes widening when Nyx followed the instructions rather easily, she removed one hand, pretending to yawn.
“You know.. “ Nyx taunted, still upside down. “I thought this would be harder.”
Dick grinned in challenge, leaning back and turning into an upside-down rainbow. He cackled in glee when Nyx followed.
“You can do this?” Dick exclaimed.
“My grandma taught me.” Nyx said with a smile, “It wasn’t necessary, but she refused to train me just to.. uh.. do my thing.”
Dick frowned as he stood again, “What thing?”
Nyx straightened up, albeit a little dizzy. “Performing.”
“I performed too,” Dick said sadly, his lower lip trembling.
Bruce immediately stood up, rushing to the boy. Dick didn’t move when Bruce leaned down to hug him.
“I think that’s enough performance for now, hm?” Wanda said gently. “How about Dick take a nap?”
“I can take him home.” Clark offered.
Bruce nodded, Dick wordlessly holding Clark’s hand as they began to walk to the door.
Dick looked at Wand and Nyx, shyly. “Thank you for having me over. I’m sorry for-“
“Absolutely nothing.” Nyx cut in with a smile, “You’re always welcome here, Dick. You don’t need any warning, okay? I’ll have Bruce give you mine and Wanda’s number. You can contact us anytime you like. Okay?”
Dick nodded, pouting. “Bye, Nyx. Bye, Wanda.”
Diana, after gulping down her drink, got up and kissed Nyx’s cheek, making the brunette stare at the ground, blushing.
“Bye,” Diana said as the door closed, leaving only Nyx and Wanda.
“Right.. so-“ Nyx began.
“I need to talk to you,” Wanda said.
Nyx’s eyes widen, making Wanda giggle. The Sokovian kissed her wife’s nose.
“You’re not in trouble, I promise,” Wanda said reassuringly. “I actually wanted to talk to you about what we spoke about months ago..”
Nyx looked at her, “Love… we spoke about a lot of things in the past few months.”
Wanda sighed, thinking of the best way to approach this as they walked into Wanda’s study/office. Nyx lay down on the couch, letting out a surprised yelp when Wanda jumped on top of her.
“It’s about Tartarus,” Wanda said, straddling her wife’s hips.
“Ah,” Nyx replied, eyes flitting between her wife’s face and thighs.
“You going to be able to focus while I’m like this?” Wanda teased.
“Definitely not.” Nyx grinned, putting her hands on Wanda’s hips. “But continue regardless?”
Wanda giggled, nodding. “Well.. you remember at Barton’s Bakery?”
“When I forever changed your life by introducing you to- “
“Yes.” Wanda sighed, “That day.”
“Mhm.”
“We’d spoken about your desire to start going back to Tartarus,” Wanda said, her tone a little more serious.
Nyx nodded, her smile fading.
“Well.. I just.. I was scared.” Wanda confessed, “I saw what that place brings out of you. I saw Midnight as this… uncontrolled, aggressive being.”
Nyx’s gaze softened with understanding.
“But..” Wanda continued, “Then I saw you with Rich- uh, Dick. And the way you were with him? That wasn’t just a sudden change.. That took years of practice.”
Nyx looked away, “He… he wasn’t the first..” she confessed softly.
Wanda leaned down, resting her head on Nyx’s chest. “Tell me about them?”
“Why?” Nyx asked curiously.
Wanda sighed, “Because I think I’m starting to understand what kind of person Midnight is. But I need to know to confirm it.”
“Not sure I understand what you mean,” Nyx muttered, “But sure.”
“I’m not sure if you remember,” Nyx began, “But I wasn’t the only kid there… In tartarus.. I wasn’t even the youngest. When I first went there, I was scared there was a child trafficking thing going on.. thankfully there wasn’t.. But.. that’s not to say that there weren’t any creeps.”
Wanda’s grip tightened on Nyx’s tank top, loosening when her wife rubbed her back reassuringly.
“At first, I would beat those creeps up alone,” Nyx continued, chuckling. “Which ended up badly for me because I hadn’t realised how many of them there were.. Thankfully, I was used to being in unfair fights. After maybe the first dozen, Cass joined me.”
“The bartender,” Wanda remembered.
Nyx nodded, “She was raised as an assassin, since she was a child.. When she joined, she didn’t really speak except to sign. And since I was the only person who was learning it in class, she and I got close pretty quickly.”
Wanda squinted, “How close?”
“Not that close,” Nyx reassured her, kissing the top of her head. “Anyway, it kind of became an unspoken rule. If someone’s being a creep. Tell Cass or me. Then Barbara. Then Austin, then Gus, and eventually, pretty much every adult. We decided on shifts. Since Cass refused to fight, I’d set an example in the ring. Then give a show of being close to the kids. Every now and then, a group of guys thought they could make an example out of me. But they severely underestimated just how many of us there were at that point. It meant I could get even more brutal in the ring. And since university was… not great in the beginning, I took it all out in the ring.”
Wanda felt Nyx sigh, “The night you three saw me.. Austin had informed me that one of the kids, a boy who… who couldn’t have been older than seventeen.. he.. passed. OD’d. A few months ago.. the day I was released, in fact. Cass texted me.. she- she said that things were changing. Not for the better.”
Wanda sat up, brows furrowed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked.
Nyx sighed, “Because it wouldn’t change what you said, Wands. Yes, perhaps the reasoning of why I go there would. But I would still get hurt. Still get brutal.”
“Nyx..” Wanda started, “Baby, I’m not scared of you or your midnight persona.”
“You’re not?” Nyx asked.
Wanda shook her head, “I.. I was scared to lose you to Tartarus.. That kind of rush? It can get addicting.. I was scared you’d go back there and.. and leave me here..”
Nyx sat up immediately, cupping Wanda’s face.
“I would never.” Nyx promised, “My place has always been by your side, Wanda. Tartarus.. it was a refuge. A haven. But my home.. It’s always been with you.”
“Even when I was tormenting you?” Wanda asked, cracking a smile.
“Even then.” Nyx agreed.
Wanda sighed, “Alright.. I guess it’s time to discuss the game plan with our friends, then..”
“Are you sure?” Nyx asked, her brows furrowed.
Wanda nodded, “Yep. Plus, I think it’s really hot when you beat people up.”
Nyx’s eyebrows shot up, “Really..”
Wanda nodded with a sultry smile. “Really. Watching that big, powerful woman.. turn into mush under my hands?”
Nyx’s eyes widened, falling back onto the sofa as Wanda slowly crawled her way up.
“Such a rush of power,” Wanda whispered.
X—X—X—X—X
“Do you know where the chocolates are kept?”
Wanda looked at Dick, amused. The young boy was unaware of the rather serious discussion her friends were having in her home.
“Alfred said that Nyx must have hidden it,” he said, tugging Wanda’s t-shirt.
“Excuse me,” Wanda said with a smile as she got up.
Her friends looked at her with a smile, nodding. Bruce simply grunted. Wanda knew the only reason he didn’t say anything was because of Dick. They were planning what to do about Nyx and Tartarus. When Wanda informed her friends about Nyx’s backstory, suddenly, everyone was keen on helping. Bruce sat at the head of the table. He had a notebook- well, several notebooks.
Wanda walked to the kitchen with Dick, Bruce’s butler; an elderly British gentleman with the name of Alfred Pennyworth had accompanied them this time. He had taken it upon himself to familiarise himself with the kitchen.
“I apologise for this, Mrs Maximoff-Rogers.” Alfred said formally, “Truthfully, I am not accustomed to a kitchen of this magnitude. It puts even ours to shame.”
Wanda raised an eyebrow, sighing. “Well, then I guess finding chocolate will be even harder than I thought.”
Dick gave Alfred puppy-dog eyes, making the older man sigh, “Very well, Mrs Wanda. Well played.”
Wanda decided to let go of the title. Honestly, the Mrs felt nice. It reminded her that Nyx was hers, legally.
“You really should tell Nyx when she comes back,” Wanda said, walking to one of the walls in the kitchen.
She found the hidden handle she was looking for, pushing it in. It revealed a door, eliciting a gasp from Dick. When she opened it, revealing a large variety of almost every kind of chocolate, candy, and so forth.
Alfred sighed, “This will not end well. Master Dick, please refrain from finishing the entire pantry.”
Wanda laughed, walking to one of the kitchen drawers Nyx had shown her. Taking out a booklet that was definitely not on the thinner side. She handed it to Alfred, who inspected it with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s everything you need to know about the kitchen,” Wanda said with a laugh. “Nyx would have shown you, but she’s a little busy at the moment.”
Alfred nodded, flipping through the notebook. “I look forward to meeting her. If I may ask, where is Mrs Nyx?”
Wanda sighed, resting her hip against the counter. “I’m guessing Bruce has informed you of what we intend to do?”
Alfred nodded, “Master Bruce may keep secrets from the world, but he finds himself incapable of keeping things from me. For good reason.”
Wanda nodded with a soft smile, “I’m glad he has you. Anyway, Nyx has gone to meet some people from Tartarus. There seems to have been some major changes that have happened in the past few months. Therefore, she’s gone to figure out what’s going on.”
Alfred nodded, “Rather noble of her.”
Wanda smiled, “Don’t let her hear you say that.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare,” Alfred said with a smile.
With a pack of Nutties, Wanda headed back to the table where everyone sat.
“Great, now we can begin,” Bruce said, picking up his notebook.
Bucky frowned, “Shouldn’t we wait for Nyx?”
Clark shook his head, “I just texted her, she simply said ‘Wanda’s the boss’”
Wanda flushed as everyone glanced at her; some gave her teasing looks while others seemed impressed.
“There are three parts of this operation,” Bruce said confidently. “The first, reintegration of Nyx’s other persona, Midnight. Second is Tartarus itself. And third is our introduction there. If Nyx is to successfully resume her duties, safely this time, she requires a group. Each of us will be using an alias, as is the norm in Tartarus. Additionally, we will be going through a two-month training program, ranging from combat taught by me, Diana, and Nyx. While Diana will be focusing on strength training and overall fitness, Nyx and I will focus on the particular skill set. Bucky and Sam’s time in the army allows them to focus more on the technicality rather than just the overall fitness. Natasha has informed me that she and Maria also have combat training.”
Wanda’s head turned to Nat, who grinned at her smugly, “You do??”
“Your wife’s not the only one with a story-worthy past, Maximoff,” Natasha said with a smirk. “Although while Nyx relies on intimidation, my skill set is more… intimate than that,”
Wanda grumbled, nodding her head at Bruce to continue. However, before he could, there was the sound of the door unlocking and Nyx entering.
She walked in, eyebrows raised at the sight of everyone at the table.
“Since when is our home command central?” Nyx demanded, eyes falling to all the documents on the table.
“Since Dick decided he wanted to come here,” Bruce replied.
“Besides,” Bucky said pouting, “Other than his partners, you’re the only one who’s been to the batcave.”
“Batcave?” Nyx snorted.
“That’s what Dick told us,” Sam said with a grin, “Bruce’s office is underground, and it looks like a cave.”
“This is irrelevant.” Bruce snapped, “Nyx, what happened at your meeting?”
“Nothing good,” Nyx admitted, walking to the table, “Cass informed me th-“
“YOU’RE BACK”, Dick shrieked, running up to Nyx and jumping to embrace her.
Nyx laughed, staggering back a little to cushion Dick’s force. “I am.”
“Did you do your super cool ninja stuff and kick some butt?” Dick asked enthusiastically.
“There was no butt-kicking, unfortunately.” Nyx joked, sitting down on a chair with Dick in her lap. “My.. uh.. friends, I guess? told me that Tartarus, the place I went to? That is in big trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?” Bruce asked, frowning.
“The kind where we will have to up our schedule.” Nyx said, “To tonight.”
“Can I come?” Dick asked enthusiastically.
Nyx immediately shook her head gently, “Not yet, bud.”
Dick pouted, “But I even thought of a cool name for me to use.”
He jumped off Nyx, flipping onto the table.
“You can call me.. Nightwing.” Dick said, grinning.
Dick looked almost shy, glancing at Nyx. “Well.. Nyx’s superhero name is Midnight.. and.. my parents were called the Flying Graysons.. I just.. I thought Nightwing could.. You know..”
“I like Nightwing,” Clark said, smiling.
“Really?” Dick said, immediately excited, “You do?”
Clark nodded, “Nightwing, the boy wonder. It has a nice ring to it.”
“Hold on a sec,” Nyx said, frowning. “superhero name?”
Dick nodded, “I heard Bruce and Di talk about how you saved kids and kicked bad people’s butt.. that’s superhero stuff, right?”
“It definitely is, Dick. You’re absolutely right.” Wanda said, her eyes shining as she looked at Nyx.
Nyx frowned, looking at the table.
“Do.. do you not like Nightwing?” Dick asked, suddenly self-conscious.
Nyx’s head snapped up, and she gave him a genuine smile. “I love it, Dick. I think Nightwing can be a wonderful superhero.”
Dick grinned. He was about to talk when Alfred walked in, holding a tray of sandwiches.
“Master Dick,” Alfred scolded, “It is bad manners to stand on the dining table.”
Dick pouted, hopping off the table as he grabbed a chair and sat next to Nyx. He decided the chair wasn’t enough, thus abandoning it and sitting back on Nyx’s lap again.
“Alfie!” Nyx exclaimed, “I didn’t know you were here. It’s great to see you!”
Alfred smiled warmly as he gave everyone a plate full of sandwiches.
“It is good to see you too, my dear,” he said in a fatherly tone, “I have to say, Nyx. Your kitchen is simply splendid. I hope you don’t mind, it has inspired me to redo the kitchen in the manor”
Nyx grinned, “I’m glad you liked it. Feel free to use whatever you wish. Not just for us, but for yourself, too. Okay?”
Alfred nodded, “Tea shall be ready shortly.” He announced, before retreating to the kitchen.
“Nyx.” Bruce urged, “Continue.”
Nyx nodded, taking a deep breath in. “It seems.. there’s a bit of a power vacuum in Tartarus.”
“Because you left?” Clark asked.
Nyx snorted, “I’m not that important, Clark. No. In the past few months, the fights have begun to become more brutal. The..”
Nyx glanced at Dick, who nodded. “It’s okay, Nyx.” Dick said, “I can handle it.”
Nyx frowned, “You shouldn’t have to, bud.”
Dick shrugged sadly, “What can be worse than my parents dying?”
Nyx sighed, nodding.
“Fair enough.” She conceded. “More people have been… dying.. in the ring. People are now sending in representatives. Betting was always a thing, but it’s now become about ownership of Tartarus.”
“Who owns it currently?” Sam asked.
“Technically.. the government? I think?” Nyx said, “Not that they ever cared about it. Anyway, I’m not sure if you remember Eddie?”
“Who’s Eddie?” Dick asked, excitedly.
It seems that while Nyx was talking, both Bruce and Dick were taking notes. Well, Dicks looked more like scribbles, but Wanda was sure he was writing important stuff.
“Eddie is the guy who introduced me to Tartarus,” Nyx said. “He showed me the ropes. He was my representative until I left.”
“Why’d you leave?” Dick asked.
Nyx gave Dick a sad smile, “Thing is, Dick.. We all have something we value.. something we fight for. Something that we’re willing to change for.. Eddie? Well, for him, it’s always been about power. Power over others. He’ll do anything to get it. No matter what..”
“I don’t like him,” Dick said, frowning.
“Me neither,” Wanda said, rubbing Dick’s back reassuringly.
“Anyway,” Nyx continued, sighing as she stood. “I’m going to have to go there tonight. Chances are, I’ll probably get into a fight. I’m sorry.” She said, looking at Wanda.
“When do we leave?” Diana asked.
Nyx sighed, “Twenty mi- We?” she demanded.
Wanda snorted, “Baby, you think I’m letting you back there without me?”
Nyx stared at her wife, then at her friends, who looked at her with different expressions that meant the same thing.
You’re not going in there alone.
Nyx rolled her eyes, “Alright. Fine. Suit up. We leave in twenty.”
X—X—X—X—X
“Are we there yet?”
Wanda sighed in frustration. Even if they convinced Dick to stay at home with Alfred and Maria, it seems that Bucky seems to have taken his place.
“Just another block,” Nyx promised.
Bruce had ordered clothes for himself and his partners that arrived just moments before they left. Diana wore boots, jeans, and a fitted shirt, Clark similarly, but brighter. Bruce, being the person he is, was wearing a combination of all-black tactical pants, a fitted black shirt, and a pair of combat boots. Nyx had teased him about looking like an action figure, but was reminded that she wasn’t exactly faring any better. Her black makeup covering the top half of her face, leather jeans, converse, and fitted tee almost made her look like a comic book character.
“We’re here.” Nyx warned.
Wanda saw the familiar entrance. Except, there were different guards this time. She noticed Nyx frown- no. She noticed Midnight frown. Nyx had pulled her aside, warning her that her behaviour as Nyx and as Midnight would be drastically different. It was part of the theatrics.
She watched Midnight’s back straighten, chin high. She walked to the two guards. The seemed to recognise her, definitely not in a good way.
“You must be Midnight.” The blonde guard on the left sneered. “Mr. Edward said you might be coming.”
“Where’s Austin and Gus.” Nyx growled.
“They didn’t seem to get the memo.” he replied, taking a step towards Nyx.
“I see.” She said coolly. “I suppose I’ll speak with him, soon enough. How much is entry now?”
“Fifty grand.” The guard on the right said, he seemed to be more in awe than hostile.
Nyx raised an eyebrow, “Fifty? I thought it was a hundred?”
“That’s only if I like you.” The blonde said cockily, “I don’t.”
Wanda grimaced when his eyes went to her, roaming up and down her body.
“Although..” He added, his tone hungry. “I’m willing to change my mind if you let that one convince me.”
Wanda stiffened, her eyes darting to Nyx, who looked at him, her eyes impassive.
“Excuse me?” Nyx asked.
“Hey man..” The other guard said, looking disgusted.
“Oh come on, D.” The blonde said, “You can have the other red head if you want, or the muscle mommy in the back.”
He licked his lips, “Why don’t you come here, sweeth-“
Wanda watched as Nyx grabbed his throat. Correction, she grabbed his trachea. A wave of nausea washed over Wanda as she heard the squelching sounds of Nyx’s fingers digging into the man’s throat, blood dripping down her hand. His eyes widened as he fell to his knees, scratching Nyx’s hand weakly.
“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Nyx said lowly. “That’s the Scarlet Witch. My wife. And you just insulted her.”
Her gaze turned to the other guard who stood frozen in terror. It seemed, despite all of their bravado, they hadn’t actually faced any real danger.
“I’ll make it clear.” Nyx growled, looking at the other guy. “If anyone, so much as looks at my team wrong. This,” she said, gesturing to the man kneeling. “Will be the least of their worries.”
She removed her hand from the blonde man, taking a wad of cash out of her pocket and tossing it to the floor next to him.
“Take care of him.” Nyx said disgustedly to the other guard.
He nodded, scrambling to carry his partner inside. Wanda looked at her friends, who looked equally shocked. They were aware of Nyx’s brutality, but this wasn’t Nyx. This was Midnight.
X—X—X—X—X
They walked into the club part of the warehouse, it was rather empty. They had arrived early for a particular reason. Only those who worked here were there.
“MIDNIGHT!” Someone shrieked, making Sam flinch beside Wanda.
Wanda watched a young girl, maybe not older than fourteen, run and jump into Nyx’s arms. She expected Midnight to push her away, but Wanda wasn’t entirely surprised when Nyx spun in a circle, one arm around the girl, before setting her down.
“Pen.” Midnight greeted, she frowned when she saw what the girl was wearing. “What have you got on?”
Pen gave a look of disgust, “Ugh. It’s what we’re being asked to wear now. All of us.”
“A cat suit?” Wanda asked, speaking perhaps for the first time.
Pen looked at her inquisitively, she walked towards Wanda, getting up in her face and looking her up and down. Pen’s eyes widened when she recognised the sokovian.
“You’re Wanda!” Pen shrieked, giving Wanda a tight hug.
Wanda laughed, hugging the girl back, “How do you know of me?” she asked smiling.
Pen giggled mischievously, looking at Midnight who had walked to the bar a few feet away.
“Midnight spoke about you all the time.” She whispered, making Wanda raise her eyebrows.
“Oh did she?” Wanda asked playfully, “What did she say?”
Pen grinned, “She complained about you all the time.”
Nat snorted beside her, hiding her smile. All her friends look similarly amused.
“She complained about me?” Wanda asked affronted, putting a hand on her chest dramatically.
Pen giggled, “She complained allll the time.” she said dramatically, making Wanda giggle. “It was clear to all the kids that she had a major crush on you. So nobody was really surprised when she announced that you two got married.”
“Oh I have to know what she said.” Bucky said grinning.
Pen’s grin faded, she looked at Bucky, then Bruce, Sam, Clark, Natasha, and finally Diana.
“Who are all of you?” She asked wearily.
“We’re N- uh, Midnight’s team.” Sam offered.
She looked at him doubtfully, glancing at Wanda who nodded in confirmation.
“Fine.” Pen said, “You should probably put on her mark, then.”
“Excuse me?” Bruce grunted.
Pen took a step back at his voice, her hands raised.
“I’m.. sorry.” Bruce said, his tone far more gentle.
Wanda noted his voice now sounded similar to when he spoke with Dick.
“I simply mean to ask what mark you mean.” Bruce said.
Pen nodded, walking over to Nyx who was still talking to the bartender. Nyx glanced at her briefly, before resuming the conversation. She dug around the jacket Nyx wore, removing a little piece that looked like charcoal. She walked back to the group, rubbing the piece with her thumb.
“This is Midnight’s mark.” she said, rubbing the colour on her face, similar to how Nyx did. “It lets everyone know you’re under her protection.”
She looked at Wanda with a smirk. The sokovian rolled her eyes, well aware of where this was going. Before going, Nyx had requested Wanda to cover her eyes similar to Nyx. However, the brunette insisted Wanda use a crimson red, instead of Nyx’s typical black.
“You’re with me.” Nyx had explained, “Not as one of my people. But my partner.”
“Mrs. Scarlet Witch here knows what I’m talking about.” Pen said teasingly.
Without many complaints, her friends put it on. Satisfied, Pen walked away, handing it to a bunch of other people who seemed to recognise the act. Wanda watched as the people who agreed to put it on looked significantly more relieved than before.
“Not that important, huh?” Sam said sarcastically, echoing Nyx’s previous comments.
There was a slight commotion that drew Wanda’s attention. An older man, perhaps older than Steve, had been harassing the server who was giving him. It seemed that he hadn’t noticed or cared about the new eye makeup the girl was wearing. To Wanda’s surprise, the server poured his beer on his head.
Nat let a low whistle at the act. Their group had decided to sit around the bar, rather than one of the tables.
Enraged, the man stood up. The girl shrieked as she ran to the bar, past Wanda straight to Nyx. The man was right behind her, grabbing her hand before she could reach Midnight. When the girl cried out, Midnight moved. Wanda watched her wife grab the man’s wrist tightly. There was a cracking sound and the man let out a roar of pain. Bad move on his part, because Midnight grabbed his hair, similar to how he had grabbed the girls, and slammed his face onto the bar table, hard.
Wanda looked at Nat beside her, who nodded. It was the exact move Nyx had pulled on Vision. Wanda’s nose wrinkled in disgust as the man fell from the table, unconscious. Except, a few of his teeth were dug into the table. Midnight nodded at the girl, who grinned at her.
“Did you manage to get everyone else in the bunker?” Nyx asked the girl
The girl nodded, eyeing Wanda and her friends suspiciously.
“Who are they?” She asked, standing in front of Nyx as though to protect the brunette.
“Easy, M.” Nyx said amused, “They’re family.”
She stood up, nodding to the bartender before gesturing at Wanda and her friends to follow her.
“What’s the bunker?” Wanda asked quietly, holding her wife’s hand.
Nyx smiled, interlocking their fingers, “My first home.”
X—X—X—X
The moment Wanda entered ‘the bunker’ she was shocked to see what she found… They were on the very top floor of the five story abandoned warehouse. But the bunker was clean. Dark and grunge, but clean. The floor to ceiling windows were around. There was furniture that actually resembled…
oh
“Hey this looks like your penthouse..” Bucky said, making Nyx stiffen.
Wanda looked at her wife, whose jaw was clenched, staring at the floor. Bucky was right, of course. The bunker very closely resembled their home. From the sofas to the infrastructure. It was the most polished part of the warehouse. In fact, if Wanda hadn’t seen the rest of Tartarus, she would have presumed this was part of some furniture catalogue that Nyx had remodelled their home after.
“It feels just like home..” Wanda said with a smile, looking at her wife.
Nyx’s gaze snapped up to her wife’s, a shy smile taking over.
“SHE SMILED!”
Wanda froze, turning to the audience in front of them. It was mostly teenagers. Although there was a significant amount of adults. Wanda would have presumed the bunker would have just women, given the context if it being a safe haven. But she was pleasantly surprised to find that wasn’t the case. There were several people wearing Midnight’s mark. Although Wanda suspected they were only wearing it because they had to go downstairs. Almost everyone was smiling at Nyx and Wanda, some were eyeing the rest of their friends with suspicion.
“Oh great,” Pen said from behind them, walking past them. “You’re here already.”
Nyx frowned as Pen tossed the remaining nub of the charcoal looking thing.
“How did you use almost all of it?” Nyx asked.
Pen grinned, “Look at the door.”
They turned to find the drawing of a Crescent Moon on the door, an M almost perching on the edge of the crescent.
“How dramatic.” Nyx said dryly.
She turned to the group, waving sheepishly.
“Uh.. hi..” She said awkwardly, making a few children giggle. “I just asked all of you to come to introduce you to my wife and my friends.” She said, sounding a bit more confident.
“They’re all safe.” Nyx promised. “If I’m not there, you can go to any of them. Okay?”
“Shouldn’t we test them first?” A guy asked from the corner.
Nyx shrugged, “That’s up to you.”
A little girl stepped forward towards Bruce. Her eyes darted to Nyx, who nodded encouragingly. She eyed him suspiciously, shuffling a few steps back when he knelt.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Bruce.” He said gently.
“How many pushups can you do?” the girl asked curiously, poking Bruce’s biceps.
“As many as it takes.” Bruce said, his tone almost smug.
“More than Midnight?” The girl challenged.
“I’m.. not sure.” Bruce admitted, “She is very strong.”
The girl nodded, walking back, seemingly done with her test. A few other people, adults and children walked up to them.
“Is that a metal arm?” A boy asked, looking at Bucky.
Bucky nodded, grinning. “Wanna touch it?”
The kid nodded, giggling excitedly when Bucky knelt, letting him and a few other inquisitive kids knock and tap on his arm. One brought a sharpie who, after Bucky dramatically tore off his sleeve, began doodling on his metal arm.
A grown man walked towards her and Nyx, making Wanda straighten slightly.
“Ma’am” He greeted, nodding at Wanda.
Wanda gave him a quick smile, then he turned to Nyx. His expression almost… betrayed.
“You were gone a long time, Midnight.” He said frowning.
Wanda felt a pang of guilt, knowing she was the reason. Nyx must have picked up on it because she frowned.
“You have my number, Steve.” She said, her torn firm but not mean. “You could have called me whenever you needed me.”
Steve chuckled, “Well, what kind of protector would that make me?”
“A sensible one.” Nyx said with a smirk.
Steve smiled, “I’ve missed you, bud.”
“I know you did.” Nyx replied. “You’re pretty helpless without me.”
‘He definitely is’ a woman called out from behind, making people chuckle.
“Now,” Nyx said, her tone serious. “I’d like to talk about the changes that happened in my absence.”
Steve nodded, he turned and walked towards the couches. Wanda followed Nyx, as did Bruce. The rest, however, decided to get to know members of the bunker. A number of kids crowded around Diana as she spoke to them.
“You’re big.” One of the kids told Diana.
She smiled proudly, flexing her biceps that one of the kids was currently using to hang off.
“Indeed.” She said smiling.
Wanda’s attention was brought back the meeting. A few men and women sat, along with the girl she’d seen before, Pen.
“I’m sure Cass told you about Eddie?” Steve said, sighing.
A girl around sixteen brought a few bottles of water for everyone, then proceeded to sit upside down beside Pen. Wanda noticed that the two were holding hands, it made her smile.
“Well.. he brought this new fighter…” Steve said, “He goes by TaskMaster. Dude’s a menace. I mean, I got into the ring with him and he broke my clavicle.”
“What’s his method of fighting?” Bruce asked, frowning.
Steve looked at him, narrowing his eyes. He glanced at Nyx, who smiled.
“Bruce is the one who trains me now, Steve.” Nyx said. “He knows what he’s talking about.”
Steve shrugged, “His fighting style… well.. everything.”
Nyx frowned, “Explain?”
“He watches you fight and then fights like you.” One of the woman, who Wanda learned, called herself Circe.
“Adaptive, then?” Bruce asked.
Circe shook her head, “It’s more than that. He copies your fighting style.. the longer you fight, the worse it gets.”
“That’s not even the worse part.” Steve said miserably. “Eddie is apparently going to buy Tartarus from the government.”
“How can he afford that?” Nyx asked alarmed.
Steve shrugged, “I don’t know. Dude must have made a deal with the devil, i guess. Said he’s buying Tartarus for like.. five hundred million.”
“Hrn.” Bruce grunted, taking out his phone. “Carry on.”
Wanda watches Nyx discuss with Steve, she kisses Nyx’s temple and stands up to roam around. There was somebody in particular she wanted to speak to.
“You don’t like her.” Wanda noted, sitting in the corner besides another boy.
The boy glared at Wanda before staring back at Nyx.
“Yeah, I guess.” He grumbled.
“Can I ask why?” Wanda asked, her tone gentle.
He scoffed, “As if I could deny a request from the queen’s wife.”
“You could always just ask me to leave.” Wanda countered.
He said nothing. Wanda noted he must almost be around twenty, not that much older than herself. His tightly coiled hair was shaved on the sides. He was muscular, his physique leaner. Even though he was sitting, knees to his chest, Wanda knew he was definitely taller than her.
“What did my wife do to piss you off?” Wanda asked playfully.
“Nothing.” He said, “I don’t know her. I came just a few months ago.”
That made Wanda nod, a sense of understanding seeping in.
“You don’t get why they love her so much.” She guessed.
“Exactly,” The boy grumbled, “She just hits people. Everyone acts like she’s the leader when she wasn’t even here.”
“That doesn't sound fair,” Wanda agreed.
“It’s not.” The boy said, “I tried to do the same thing and they just scolded me. Fucking hypocrites.”
“You should tell her that.” Wanda suggest.
The kid snorts, “Yeah, and get my ass handed to me?”
Wanda raised an eyebrow, “You know, I’ve known Midnight for a little over twenty years now.”
The kid looked at Wanda confused, “So?”
Wanda smiled, “I’ve fought with Midnight almost nonstop.”
“Yeah I heard.” the kid said dryly.
Wanda grinned, “I’m sure you did.. but you wanna know something?”
“Not once in those twenty years, did I think she’d ever raise a hand on me.” Wanda said gently. “Tell me yourself, have you ever heard of Midnight raising her hand on a kid?”
“I’m not exactly a kid.” he said grumbling.
“I guess not,” Wanda conceded, “But still, worth a try, don’t you think?”
“And you don’t mind me hitting your wife?” He demanded.
Wanda snorted, “If I was in your place, I would’ve already tried punching her in the face.”
He looked conflicted, which was when Wanda added.
“I’ll be on your side,” Wanda promised. “I’ll make sure she understands.”
“Promise?” He asked, staring at his shoes.
“Promise.” Wanda said genuinely.
“All right,” He said, “Let’s go kick your wife’s ass.”
Wanda laughed as they stood up together. They walked to where the group was sitting.
“Midnight!” He called out, rather aggressively.
His tone made a few people pause, even Clark, who was talking to a few guys, frowned. He froze at the sudden silence, turning to Wanda who nodded encouragingly. Nyx stood up, eyebrow raised.
“You must be Orion, nice to meet you.” Nyx said, raised her hand to shake.
“…what?” he asked dumbly.
Nyx frowned, “Uh.. nice to meet you?”
“You know my name?” he demanded.
Nyx nodded, “Yeah, Steve was just telling me about the newcomers. Welcome.”
Orion turned to Wanda, thoroughly confused. Something Nyx noticed. Wanda nudged him towards her wife, who raised her eyebrows at the action.
“I.. I’m going to fight you.” Orion said.
Nyx blinked for a minute before she nodded, “Okay.”
“Okay?” Orion echoed.
“Yeah,” Nyx said, “You wanna do it here or the ring?”
Orion thought for a moment before he spoke, “Ring. Now.”
Nyx turned to Steve, “Are there any bookings?”
“Nope.” Steve said, “None until 12:30.”
Nyx nodded, “Alright, let’s go.”
“Kick her ass, Orion.” Steve called out.
Puffing his chest, Orion made his way down with Nyx.
X—X—X—X—X
“Why are you wearing that?” Orion asked.
Nyx looked at him confused, “Would you rather me be naked?”
“I would.” Wanda called out from outside the ring, making several people laugh.
News seemed to have traveled fast. Everyone who was in the Bunker had come to witness the fight, along with people from the club. Nyx had changed into her sports bra and shorts, while Orion was wearing sweatpants only. Wanda watched as she sat on the floor, along with other kids and adults. She knew immediately, this was the real tartarus. Not the version she had seen when she first came here.
Alright folks. Steve said in the mic. First fight of the evening. We have our very own Orion, who has challenged recent returned Midnight. This is a friendly match. There will be no maiming. Three taps and you’re out. Out of the ring and you’re out. We have our brand new referees, The Dark Knight and Wonder Woman, who will judge the match.
The crowd cheered when Diana and Bruce waved their hands. Wanda joined them. There where cheers, people shouting ‘Kick his ass Midnight’ or ‘Show her who’s boss Orion’ occasionally.
“Warriors, Ready?” Diana asked, “Begin.”
Wanda watched in fascination Orion yelled, running to Nyx with a punch. She ducked under it, sweeping his legs from under him.
“Turn.” Bruce said, guiding Orion.
Orion turned to the side, missing Nyx’s punch.
“Watch her left.” Bruce said.
Almost immediately Orion ducked, narrowly missing a hook from Nyx. Wanda frowned, wondering how Bruce could tell what Nyx was going to do, that was, until she saw the next kick. Nyx lightly patted her right thigh, as though brushing the dust off of her shorts, then moved.
Immediately Bruce spoke, “Watch the feet.”
Orion rolled to the side, Nyx missing him completely. Wanda laughed as she saw Nyx grin. Orion also grinning as he breathed heavily.
“I thought this was supposed to be difficult.” Orion taunted, drawing ‘oohs’ from the crowd.
Nyx raised her brows while smiling, “You sure about that?”
Orion nodded, “Don’t think I didn’t see what you were doing. Giving Bruce signals on what you were going to do.”
Nyx cracked her neck, “Alright, then. Bruce, no more training wheels.”
The crowd roared at that.
Round two. Fight
Nyx moved, faster than most could process. Faster than Orion could process, because his eyes widened at the blur in front of him. Nyx tackled him to the ground, straddling his hips as she pinned his arms. Orion yelled, moving his hand as he punched Nyx in the face, causing her to roll over. The crowd, including Wanda, cheered. Nyx laughed, standing as she cracked her neck.
“Nice.” She said.
Orion grinned, raising his fists. He went for a kick, which Nyx ducked under. She grabbed his ankle and yanked, causing him to fall on his back.
“Watch your back foot.” Nyx said, getting ready again.
Orion nodded, adjusting his footing before he tried again, this time with a feint. Nyx blocked it with her palm, which seemed to surprise Orion. However, he quickly snapped back, not giving Nyx the chance to pull his feet from under him. She gave him an appreciative nod. The two traded blows, Orion understanding Nyx’s raw strength being far greater than his, thus resorting to being on the offensive. Nyx dodged his moves, using the same punch or kick repeatedly until Orion realised, often telling him. Wanda found it exhilarating. The atmosphere, the sight of her wife actively changing someones mind. Wanda could see the difference, on campus, Nyx was reserved, avoidant. Here? She was alive. Wanda didn’t see the gloomy Nyx that her wife would show others on campus. Here, she saw the person she fell in love with. The fire within her. She wanted to go apologise to Nyx about keeping her from this place, except Wanda was pretty sure she’d get punched in the face if she ran in. She noticed her friends looking at Nyx similarly.
“She’s doing this for them, you know.” Steve said, coming to sit beside Wanda.
Wanda nodded, “She’s showing them, and us, the real tartarus.”
Steve laughed, “You’re absolutely right. Despite choosing a name like ‘Midnight’ or ‘Nyx’, your wife makes this place shine bright.”
Steve cheered when Orion managed to pin Nyx for a moment, his folly being in cheering before the referee called it. Nyx twisted and tossed him to the side, goading him with her hands.
Orion smiled mischievously, running towards her. He tried to kick her, but Nyx evaded, responding with a light jab of her own. Orion groaned, rubbing the muscle before standing again. Wanda could see him panting for breath, he was resting his hands on his knees. Nyx watched, nodding to Diana who called the match. Wanda cheered as Nyx walked to Orion, holding her hand out. This time, he shook it.
“We could’ve continued.” He grumbled, panting.
“I want to fight you at your best,” Nyx said, “Not when you’re gasping from breath.”
Orion nodded, “Does that mean I have to wear the black face-paint?”
Nyx laughed, as did the crowd.
“I’ll be honest with you, Orion.” Nyx said, “I have no idea how that thing started.”
“Are you serious?” Orion asked as the two walked off the ring, receiving several claps on the back.
Nyx nodded, “I wore it to hide my face. I couldn’t have people really knowing what I looked like.”
“That’s a shit mask, dude.” Orion said dryly.
Nyx snorted, “Yeah, well. We all make stupid decisions when we’re teenagers.”
Wanda ran to Nyx, interrupting their conversation, as she kissed Nyx hard. She smiled as the crowd went nuts around them. Grinning as she saw Nyx’s embarrassed and shy smile at that.
“Yeah, that’s my cue to go.” Orion said, walking away.
Wanda wanted to enjoy the moment with her wife, but the sound of glass falling made her snap to the bar. One of the servers, probably Wanda’s age, had dropped a bunch of cocktails from the tray.
“I’m so sorry, I’ll get this cleaned.” She told the man, walking away to get a towel.
He grabbed her hand and wrenched her back, making the woman cry out. He stood up, and was promptly wrenched back himself. Bucky stood there, pinning the man to the wall with his metal arm.
“Are you okay?” Bucky asked, his focus on the woman.
She nodded, wide eyed.
Bucky turned to the man, the doodles on his arm didn’t make him look any less menacing.
“Dick move, dude.” Bucky said. “Hey Steve, is this enough to throw him out?”
Steve grinned, giving Bucky the thumbs up. Bucky didn’t even bother listening to the guy protesting. Dragging him to the entrance where he opened the door and literally threw him out. He walked back to the woman who eyed him wearily.
“You have doodles on your arm.” She noted, cleaning the drinks.
Bucky chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah, the kids in the bunker seemed to enjoy turning it into a piece of art.”
“What do you think?” She asked, glancing at him briefly, her eyes flitting to the black eye makeup.
“I think it looks kinda cute, to be honest.” Bucky admitted, making the woman giggle.
“You’d be right.” She said, walking towards the bar.
Bucky walked back to his friends who were staring at him.
“What?” he demanded, “I was the closest out of all of us.”
“That’s true,” Clark noted, “Nice work, Buck!”
“Were you flirting with her?” Sam asked.
“No.” Bucky responded, horrified. “Why would you think that?”
Sam simply grumbled, accepting it when Bucky kissed his cheek.
X—X—X—X—X
Wanda was getting more and more tense by the minute. The moment it was twelve, people suddenly started coming in. Tartarus was becoming more and more populated by people who didn’t live here. Nyx had informed her that most of the people are regulars, however, there were people every now and then from the richer neighbourhoods that wanted to experience the ‘dark’ side of life. Those were the people who actually helped keep Tartarus stable financially.
Nyx informed the women that they did not have to wear a literal cat suit to serve drinks, and if anyone were to tell them to, it was not allowed. Wanda watched with great pride how everyone became far more confident with her around. Every now and then, someone would try to cause a scene. Whoever was nearest would interfere. There was an undercurrent of excitement in the warehouse. One Wanda did not share. It was Nyx’s next fight. The sokovian was holding it together because neither Edward, nor anyone even remotely resembling a taskmaster was visible.
“I had told you, you don’t belong here.” Came a voice from behind her.
Wanda cursed under her breath. Of-fucking-course she had to jinx herself. She turned around to find the same slimy man that had approached her months ago.
“Actually,” Wanda said coolly, “You had said ‘you shouldn’t be here’. The two aren’t the same.”
“By you silly little makeup, and seeing everyone else here tells me Midnight’s back to take her throne?”
Wanda laughed, something she never would consider doing in front of Edwards in a million years. Last time she saw him, he seemed dangerous. This whole place did. But now? She could see him for what he truly was.
Pathetic.
“You sad little man.” Wanda said, grinning as his nose flared. “you still think of Tartarus as a kingdom to take over.”
“Are you mocking me?” He roared. “I own this place.”
“Not yet you don’t.” Wanda snapped, “So you better shut up and sit the fuck down, lest someone put you in your place.”
“Everything alright here?” A girl asked, looking at Wanda.
“It’s fine.” Edward growled.
“I didn’t ask you.” She snapped, turning back to Wanda expectantly.
Wanda nodded, “We’re good.”
She nodded, walking away with an empty tray. Edward glaring at her, he turned to one of the hulking men behind him.
“Teach her a lesson.” He growled.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Wanda said, thanking the bartender after he handed her a drink.
“Why’s that?” Edward hissed, watching the man move to the corner of the room where the girl was chatting with her friends.
“Guess you’ll find out.” Wanda said, nursing her drink.
The man grabbed her shoulder, but the girl saw him coming. She kneed him in the crotch before running away. The man groaned, before standing back up. He lunged towards her but Clark stood in front of her. The man comically bounced back after practically running into Clark. The two girls looked from behind Clark, amused. With a smile, Clark said something Wanda couldn’t hear. Knowing her friend, it was probably something really corny. With how the girls laughed behind him. It definitely was.
The man stood up, trying to punch Clark but the boy scout simply… stood there. The punch didn’t even move him. The man looked at Clark incredulously before Clark punched him cleanly, knocking him right out. He hoisted the man over his shoulder and took him to the exit.
“What the fuck is that guy?” Edward demanded, “He didn’t even flinch. Is he on steroids?”
Wanda chuckled, “Just an average Kansas farm boy.”
The slam on the bar table brought her attention back to Edward, he was standing now. Walking closer to her.
“I will not have this place revert back to Midnight’s little playground.” He seethed.
Wanda noticed a slight glint, her breath hitched as Edward began to pull out a switchblade. Then, Wanda felt her. The warmth of her wife beside her. And Nyx? Nyx was beyond enraged. She could feel her wife’s stiff body beside her.
“You bring that out and I will rip your arm off your body, Eddie.” Nyx growled. “Last chance.”
Edward froze, not expecting Nyx to arrive so quickly. From the corner of her eye, she saw the girl who had intervened give her a thumbs up.
Ah, so she called Nyx.
“Midnight.” Edward said, significantly less hostile.
Wanda noted with brief amusement that Edward had just as quickly put the knife back in his pocket. She kept a soft arm on Nyx’s back in attempt to calm her down.
“I heard you sent one of my men to the hospital earlier tonight.” Eddie said, ordering his bourbon neat.
Just the thought of the drink made Wanda want to gag.
“He objectified my wife.” Nyx said, glaring at Eddie, “Threatened to assault her. So I simply made sure he wouldn’t say anything like that again.”
“You’re on with my new employee in an hour.” Edward sneered, “Let’s see how much of that bravado is remaining.”
Nyx raised an eyebrow, “I heard about him, TaskMaster, right? Seems to be quite the fighter.”
Edward nodded proudly before his tone lowering, “Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing here, Midnight.”
“And what’s that?” Nyx asked.
“I see those people wearing that silly little makeup you wear. I know what it means. If you want a turf war, I’ll give you one.” He threatened.
Wanda snorted, giggling to herself. Edward looked at her outraged while her wife’s expression softened into amusement.
“Something funny?” He seethed, gritting his teeth.
“Do you always talk like a 1980’s bad movie gangster?” Wanda snickered.
That made Nyx chuckle, as well as the bartender who was listening in. He raised his hands in apology and walked away, probably telling his friends about it.
“You bitch.” Edward snarled, lunging at Wanda.
Except… Edward seemed to have forgotten who was standing right next to Wanda. Nyx moved, slamming Edward to the bar counter, shaking the entire thing. A few patron’s glasses had spilled, which the bartenders immediately told them would be refilled free of charge as they cleaned up the mess.
“That’s twice now,” Nyx growled, “you’ve raised a hand at my wife.”
Wanda watched in alarm as the wood began to splinter under the force of Nyx’s arm. Edward looked terrified, screaming in pain as pieced of wood pierced his face. Wanda gently put her hand on Nyx’s.
“He’s not worth it, my love.” Wanda said, loud enough for those in the vicinity to hear. “He’s not worth your anger, nor your time.”
Nyx stared at Edward for a second longer before releasing him, glaring at the man as he crumpled to the ground, wincing in pain. Wanda grabbed Nyx’s hand and lead her upstairs. She knew what was coming. The moment they reached an empty bathroom, Wanda shut it behind her. She turned to find Nyx hyperventilating on the toilet lid.
“Hey, Hey.” Wanda said, kneeling beside her wife so they were eye to eye, “Look at me baby.”
Nyx looked at Wanda with frantic eyes, her hands shaking.
“I’m okay, I promise.” Wanda said gently.
“He- he had a knife.” Nyx said, her eyes wild. “He was going to hurt you..”
Wanda shook her head, “You stopped that, see? I’m okay.”
Wanda gently guided Nyx’s hands over her body, letting her wife raise her top to examine her torso.
“Occupied.” Wanda called out, her eyes on her wife.
“Wanda, Its me, Steve.” she heard a gentle voice from the other side. “Diana’s here with me. Is she okay?”
“She’s alright.” Wanda said.
She turned to her wife, kissing her forehead. “I’m going to open the door, okay, baby?”
Nyx nodded. Wanda opened the door, surprised to find the once-empty corridor now full of people with black masks.
Steve walked in, as did Diana.
“Hey buddy.” Steve said gently, “It happen again?”
Nyx nodded, looking at Steve. “He was going to hurt her.” she said softly, rocking back and forth slightly.
Steve nodded, “And you saved her, didn’t you.”
Wanda crouched beside Nyx, she glanced at the door. Several kids and adults had a look of concern, Orion came rushing back with a bottle of water. Wanda smiled as she took the bottle from him.
“Is she gonna be okay?” Orion asked frowning in concern.
All eyes in the hall went to her. She nodded gently.
“She’s had a panic attack. She’s gonna be okay.” Wanda said.
Orion nodded, as did many of the adults.
“Let us know if you need anything.” One of them said.
Wanda walked back and offered Nyx the bottle, who gratefully took it and began gulping it.
“It’s not the first time, this has happened, has it?” Wanda asked Steve.
Steve shook his head, smiling sadly.
“Panic attacks are a common occurrence in this place, unfortunately.” Steve said.
Wanda nodded, her heart warming, knowing Nyx had a support system here. She watched Nyx sway. Steve moved back as Diana came to pick her up. Nyx rested her head on Diana’s shoulder.
“Hey Di,” Nyx murmured.
Diana smiled, “Hello Nyx.”
“Tired.” Nyx muttered, eyes closing.
“How about we take her to the bunker?” Steve suggested.
“That’s a great idea.” Diana said, “Thank you Steve Trevor.”
Wanda walked beside Diana as they made their way to the bunker. When she entered, people had already prepared a bed for Nyx. The brunette grasped onto Wanda’s arm, making the sokovian giggle as she sat up on the bed. Nyx adjusted so her head was in Wanda’s lap, her body curled around the sokovian’s legs.
“I’ve never seen her that relaxed.” Steve said in awe.
Wanda frowned, “Was she a light sleeper?”
Steve shook her head, a few women in the background snorted.
“She didn’t sleep, Wanda.” Steve said grimly, “Nyx was diagnosed with chronic insomnia.”
Wanda looked at her wife, who was snoring rather loudly, in her lap. Wanda smiled, adjusting the position so it put less strain on her head. The snoring immediately vanished, allowing Nyx to rest properly
“I suppose that diagnosis is no longer accurate.” Steve said dryly.
Bucky burst in, pausing when several people shushed him.
“Sorry.” he whispered, walking to Wanda. “What happened?”
“Panic attack.” Wanda said, her tone low. “What happened with Edward?”
“He went to the hospital, he said he’d be back in an hour.” Bucky replied, “Said he wants to postpone the fight by an hour.”
Wanda breathed a sigh of relief, nodding. “Steve, can you cancel all of Ny-Midnight’s unimportant fights?”
Steve nodded, walking off immediately.
“Orion,” Wanda called gently, smiling as the boy practically materialised in place, “I need you to find Bruce. Give him the details on what happened. Ask him if he can fight in Nyx’s stead. We have Diana, Bucky, Sam, Clark, and maybe Natasha. Any of them can take the fight instead. If they agree, coordinate with Steve, okay?”
Orion nodded, running off.
“I’m guessing you need some food.” Bucky said.
Wanda nodded, “Pen should be able to help you get some. Make sure it’s nothing too heavy. Something light and savoury. Nyx tends to avoid anything too meaty so just check if there’s any vegetarian options or if there’s something with a little chicken in it.”
Bucky grinned, giving her a thumbs up before walking out of the bunker.
“You’re going to be okay, my love.” Wanda whispered, gently caressing Nyx’s hair. “I’ll make sure of it.”
Summary: Wanda and reader are ready to become marked mates.
Word Count: 13k+
Warnings: Fluff, Smut, (18+), A/B/O Dynamic (Alpha/Omega), Heat/Rut, Marking/Biting, Knotting, Reader has a P.
A/N: Hey guys! You asked for part 3, you shall have part 3 😉
Part 1 || Part 2 || Main Masterlist
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Y/N’s POV
Two months.
That’s how long it had been since everything changed. Not loudly. Not all at once. But in quiet, steady ways that settled into something real.
Something theirs.
Wanda didn’t hide anymore—not completely. She still picked her moments, still held parts of herself close when the room felt too crowded or too loud… but she wasn’t shrinking anymore.
Not around Y/N.
Never around Y/N.
And Y/N learned her in a different way now.
The way Wanda’s scent softened when she was relaxed. The way her omega instincts curled into Y/N’s instead of fighting them. The way she reached for her without hesitation—like it was natural.
Like she was hers. Like Y/N was hers.
And now—Now they were waiting.
For Wanda’s heat.
A real one. Not rushed, not triggered by stress or proximity or chaos.
A choice. A beginning.
One more month.
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The mission had taken longer than expected.
Nothing serious—just delays, complications, the usual—but it was enough to stretch that quiet thread in Y/N’s chest tighter than she liked.
Being away from Wanda still felt wrong.
Even now.
Especially now.
By the time Y/N got back to the compound, her body was tired—but her instincts were wide awake, restless in that low, persistent way that only meant one thing:
Omega. Close. Find her.
She didn’t even stop in the common room. Didn’t check in. Didn’t slow down. Her feet carried her straight down the hallway—past familiar doors, past voices, past everything—until she reached theirs.
Their room.
That still felt new. It just felt… right.
Y/N exhaled slowly, grounding herself before opening the door. The second it clicked open—“Y/N!”—and then Wanda was there.
No hesitation. No pause. Wanda ran straight at her.
Y/N barely had time to brace before Wanda jumped, arms wrapping tight around her shoulders, legs hooking around her waist as Y/N caught her instinctively.
“Hey—” Y/N huffed out a quiet laugh, arms locking around her securely. “Hi to you too.”
Wanda buried her face into Y/N’s neck immediately, breathing her in like she’d been holding her breath for days.
“I missed you,” she mumbled against her skin.
Y/N’s grip tightened without thinking. “I was gone three days,” she murmured, softer now.
“Too long,” Wanda said instantly.
Y/N smiled into her hair.
Yeah.
Too long.
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She kicked the door shut behind her, carrying Wanda further inside without setting her down.
Wanda didn’t let go. Didn’t even try. Her fingers curled into the back of Y/N’s shirt, holding her there like she needed the contact—like letting go wasn’t an option yet.
“You’re tired,” Wanda said after a second, pulling back just enough to look at her.
Y/N huffed softly, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she shook her head.
“For you?” she murmured, voice low and warm. “Never.”
Before Wanda could respond, Y/N leaned in—slow, deliberate—her nose brushing along the side of Wanda’s neck. She inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a brief second as she took in her omega’s scent.
It was soft. Familiar. Home.
Her grip tightened just slightly around Wanda’s waist, grounding herself in it. “Missed this,” Y/N admitted quietly, her voice rougher now—not from exhaustion, but something deeper. “Missed you.”
Wanda’s breath hitched, her fingers curling gently into Y/N’s shirt again as she tilted her head just a little, giving her more space without even realizing it.
“You always do that,” Wanda whispered, a small smile in her voice.
“Do what?”
“Like you need to make sure I’m real.”
Y/N hummed softly against her skin, not pulling away.
“Because I do,” she said simply. “Out there, everything’s loud. Messy. But this—” her nose brushed once more along Wanda’s pulse, slower this time, calmer “—this is how I know I’m back.”
Wanda’s arms tightened around her shoulders, holding her close.
“You’re back,” she said softly.
Y/N smiled faintly against her neck. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I am.”
Wanda pulled back just enough to look at her—really look at her—taking in the softened edges of Y/N’s expression, the way her eyes were still a little heavy with exhaustion but steady, grounded.
Then her hands came up, gentle but sure, cupping Y/N’s cheeks.
“Hey,” Wanda whispered, thumbs brushing lightly along her skin.
Y/N’s breath stilled.
And then Wanda leaned in. The kiss was soft at first—slow, intentional. Not rushed, not demanding. Just warm. Familiar.
Y/N melted into it almost instantly, her hands settling more firmly at Wanda’s waist as she leaned forward, meeting her halfway. Her eyes slipped shut, tension easing out of her shoulders like something finally unclenching.
Wanda deepened it just slightly, tilting her head, her fingers still cradling Y/N’s face like she didn’t want her going anywhere. Like she couldn’t.
Y/N let out a quiet breath against her lips, something close to a hum, and for a moment she forgot about the mission, the exhaustion, everything outside this room.
It was just Wanda.
Just this.
When they finally pulled apart, it wasn’t far—foreheads resting together, breaths mingling.
“Still not tired?” Wanda murmured, a teasing softness in her voice.
Y/N let out a quiet huff of a laugh, her nose brushing Wanda’s. “Ask me again later,” she said, low and warm.
Wanda smiled, eyes shining just a little. “Okay,” she whispered.
Wanda was still in Y/N’s arms when Y/N shifted her grip slightly and walked them both further into the room. Instead of heading straight for the bed, Y/N stopped at the desk tucked against the wall and gently set Wanda down on top of it. Her hands lingered at Wanda’s waist for a moment, steadying her before pulling back.
Wanda tilted her head, watching her closely.
Y/N reached up, tugging at the collar of her mission jacket, rolling her shoulders slightly as she started to peel it off.
“What are you doing?” Wanda asked, brows lifting—though there was a faint spark in her eyes now, something warmer, a little teasing.
Y/N huffed softly, glancing at her as she shrugged the jacket off her shoulders. “Taking this off,” she said simply. “So we can actually lie down without me dragging half the mission dirt into the bed.”
Wanda’s lips twitched, but she shook her head, crossing her arms lightly. “You’re still dirty,” she pointed out. “And sweaty.”
“Wow,” Y/N deadpanned, tossing the jacket aside. “You really know how to make a girl feel wanted.”
Wanda smirked faintly, but didn’t back down. “Go shower.”
Y/N paused, then nodded once. “Yeah. I probably should.” She stepped closer again, hands finding Wanda’s waist like it was second nature. “I’ll be quick.”
But the moment she started to pull away—Wanda’s legs tightened around her. Firm. Unyielding.
Y/N blinked, caught off guard as Wanda pulled herself closer, arms sliding back around her neck, keeping her right there.
“No,” Wanda said softly.
Y/N’s hands came up instinctively, settling at her thighs to steady them both. “No?”
Wanda shook her head, pressing closer, her voice quieter now—but certain. “Stay.”
There was something in the way she said it—not needy, not demanding. Just… wanting.
Y/N exhaled softly, her grip loosening just a little as she leaned in again, forehead brushing Wanda’s.
“You’re the one who said I’m dirty,” she murmured.
“I did,” Wanda replied, not letting go.
“And sweaty.”
“Mhm.”
Y/N’s lips curved faintly. “And you still want me right here?”
Wanda’s answer was immediate—her arms tightening just slightly around Y/N’s neck.
“Yes.”
That did something to Y/N’s chest—something warm and grounding all at once. She stayed there for a second longer, just holding her.
Then, softer—“…Do you want to come with me?” Y/N asked, voice low. “Shower, I mean.”
Wanda blinked, just slightly surprised.
Y/N’s thumbs brushed lightly along her sides, steady, familiar. “We can be quick,” she added gently. “Then come back and crash properly.”
Wanda studied her for a moment—then a slow smile spread across her lips.
“Together?” she asked.
Y/N’s expression softened.
“Together.”
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Next Morning
Wanda’s POV
Morning came softly.
Wanda woke slowly, her mind surfacing through warmth before anything else.
The first thing she noticed wasn’t sight. It was scent. Y/N’s alpha pheromones were wrapped around her—thick, warm, and grounding. Not overwhelming, not sharp like during instinct or conflict… just steady. Protective. Familiar.
They clung to her skin, the sheets—settled into her like something that belonged there. And beneath that—Her own.
Sweet, softened omega pheromones, tangled with Y/N’s in the air between them. The room still carried the faint, lingering heat of the night before—skin, closeness, shared warmth.
It made her chest tighten in the softest way.
Then she became aware of the physical weight behind her.
Y/N.
Spooning her.
An arm draped securely around her waist, pulling her back into a firm, protective hold. Their legs were tangled together, bare skin pressed along every line of her back. Y/N’s breath brushed warm and steady against the back of her neck, making Wanda shiver.
A quiet, instinctive reaction.
Her body responded before she could think—her hips shifting just slightly, pressing back into Y/N. Not deliberate. Just… natural.
Behind her, Y/N stirred faintly, her hold tightening a fraction even in sleep.
Wanda smiled. Carefully, she turned in her arms—slow, gentle movements so she wouldn’t wake her. It took a second to fully face her, but when she did—she softened instantly.
Y/N was asleep.
Peaceful in a way Wanda rarely got to see. No tension in her brow, no guarded edges. Just calm. Still.
Her Alpha.
Wanda lifted her hand, fingertips brushing gently along Y/N’s cheek, tracing her jaw with quiet affection.
Then she leaned in. A soft kiss to her lips. Another to her nose. One more to her cheek.
Light. Careful. Loving.
Y/N shifted slightly, a quiet breath leaving her—but didn’t wake.
Wanda smiled to herself.
Slowly, she slipped out of Y/N’s hold, lifting her arm just enough to slide free. She paused at the edge of the bed, glancing back.
Y/N instinctively shifted toward the space she left behind.
Wanda’s chest warmed. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered softly.
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The bathroom was cool in contrast to the warmth she’d left behind.
Wanda moved quietly, freshening up, still wrapped in that lingering sense of closeness. Her thoughts were calm—grounded in a way that felt new and familiar all at once.
When she finally looked up at the mirror—
She paused.
Her gaze softened immediately. Faint marks dotted her skin—along her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders. Not harsh. Not careless. Intentional. She lifted her hand, fingertips brushing lightly over one, then another. Then she turn around to check her nape, finding a hickey there.
Her lips curved into a small, private smile. “Y/N…” she murmured softly. There was no hesitation in her expression. Just warmth.
Her alpha is eager to mark her, but they needed to wait.
She traced the mark one last time before letting her hand fall, her reflection looking back at her with quiet certainty.
After getting dressed, Wanda slipped out of the room, careful not to make noise. The compound was still quiet—early enough that most people hadn’t stirred yet.
She moved through the kitchen with ease, already deciding what to make. Something warm. Something filling. Something that will nourish Y/N tired body from the mission. Wanda smiled softly to herself as she started preparing breakfast.
---
Later
Wanda balanced the tray fulled with food that didn’t look like it was for two at all. She nudged the door open with her hip, stepping quietly back into their room.
The scent hit her first again—faded now, softer than before, but still there. Familiar. Warm. The lingering mix of them wrapped into the space like a memory that hadn’t quite settled yet. She smiled faintly as she walked in.
Then she saw her.
Y/N was still asleep—sprawled slightly across the bed, hair a mess, blanket half tangled around her legs…
…and hugging Wanda’s pillow. Tightly.
Like it had personally wronged her by not being the real thing. Wanda had to bite back a laugh. “Really?” she whispered under her breath, amused.
Y/N shifted a little, pulling the pillow closer, her face pressing into it as she breathed in deeply—even in sleep, chasing that familiar scent.
Wanda’s expression softened immediately. She set the tray down carefully on the bedside table, making as little noise as possible. For a moment, she just stood there, watching.
There was something about seeing Y/N like this—unguarded, instinctive—that made her chest feel too full.
Her Alpha.
Still seeking her, even unconscious.
Wanda moved closer, climbing gently onto the bed. She didn’t take the pillow right away—instead, she leaned over, brushing her fingers lightly through Y/N’s hair.
“Hey…” she murmured softly.
Y/N stirred faintly but didn’t wake.
Wanda smiled and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.
“You know that’s not me, right?” she teased quietly.
At that, Y/N made a soft, sleepy sound—something between a hum and a protest—her arms tightening around the pillow.
“…warm,” she mumbled, barely coherent.
Wanda huffed a quiet laugh.
“I’m literally right here.”
Another small shift. Then, slowly, Y/N’s eyes cracked open—heavy, unfocused at first. It took her a second to register what she was seeing.
Wanda. Right there.
Her gaze softened instantly.
“There you are…” Y/N murmured, voice rough with sleep.
Before Wanda could say anything, Y/N’s arm slid around her waist and pulled her down, guiding her gently on top of her. The movement was unhurried, instinctive.
Y/N tilted her head up and kissed her.
Soft. Slow.
Like she was still waking up into it.
Wanda melted immediately, her hands bracing lightly against Y/N’s shoulders as she returned the kiss, smiling faintly against her lips.
When they parted, just barely, Y/N’s eyes flicked over her—taking in the clothes, the way she was already put together.
“…Why are you dressed?” Y/N murmured. Her hand had already started to drift under the hem of Wanda’s shirt, fingertips brushing warm skin. Wanda’s breath hitched just slightly. “I—went to make breakfast,” she said softly.
Y/N hummed, clearly unconcerned.
Her lips found Wanda’s neck, pressing a slow kiss just beneath her jaw as her fingers continued upward, gently lifting the fabric.
“Mm… smells good,” Y/N murmured—but it wasn’t clear if she meant the food.
Wanda exhaled softly, her head tilting just a little to the side. “Y/N…” she said, a little breathless now. “What are you doing?”
Y/N didn’t answer. She just shifted them both, turning them over smoothly so Wanda was beneath her on the bed, the movement easy but deliberate.
The shirt was gone a second later, discarded somewhere beside them.
Y/N leaned down again, pressing another slow kiss to Wanda’s neck—lingering this time.
Wanda let out a quiet, involuntary sound, her hands coming up to grip Y/N’s shoulders.
“Y/N…” she tried again, softer now.
But Y/N only hummed in response, lifting her head just enough to meet her lips again.
The air in the room shifted, growing heavy and thick with a sudden, localized heat that had nothing to do with the morning sun.
Wanda’s breath came in shallow hitches as she felt the cool air of the room hit her skin, followed immediately by the searing warmth of Y/N’s hands. Y/N moved with a focused, primal grace—her movements weren't frantic, but they were absolute. While her mouth stayed locked on Wanda’s, tasting her with a hunger that had only grown since the mission, her hands worked with a deftness that left Wanda reeling.
Before Wanda could even process the loss of her shirt, she felt her shorts and underwear being tugged down her legs and tossed aside.
She gasped into the kiss, her fingers curling tightly into the sheets as she felt Y/N’s weight settle. There was a brief, jarring moment of vulnerability—the cool air meeting her most sensitive skin—but it was gone in an instant.
Y/N shifted, her knees nudging Wanda’s thighs apart, claiming the space between them. The realization hit Wanda all at once. The playful morning energy had evaporated, replaced by a deep, pulsing intensity. She could feel the hard, blunt heat of Y/N pressing right against her, a silent promise of what was coming next. Y/N pulled back just an inch, her eyes dark, hooded, and swirling with an Alpha’s possessive fire. Her breathing was ragged, blowing hot against Wanda's damp lips.
"You're so beautiful," Y/N rasped, her voice vibrating through Wanda’s entire body.
Wanda looked up at her, her own eyes blown wide as her omega instincts surged to the surface, demanding this connection. She didn't want to wait. She didn't care about the breakfast getting cold on the table. She wanted the weight, the heat, and the soul-deep bond that only her Alpha could provide.
"The... the food," Wanda whispered, her voice trembling with a feigned innocence that didn't stand a chance against the way she was looking at Y/N. "You should eat, Y/N. You were gone for so long... aren't you hungry for breakfast?"
Even as the words left her lips, her body told a completely different story. Her legs, already hooked around Y/N's waist, slid further apart, her knees flaring wide to give Y/N total, unhindered access. She arched her back slightly, her hips tilting up in an unconscious invitation, seeking the very friction she was pretending to delay.
Y/N let out a low, vibrating hum that Wanda felt in her own marrow. She didn’t submerge herself just yet. Instead, she braced her weight on her forearms and began to drag her length up and down—a slow, agonizingly deliberate stroke right against Wanda’s slick, swollen folds.
"Breakfast, hm?" Y/N murmured, her voice dropping into a gravelly, teasing register. She pressed down a little harder on the upward stroke, catching the sensitive peak of Wanda’s bud with the crown of her heat. Wanda’s breath hitched, a sharp intake of air that ended in a shaky exhale.
"I don't know," Y/N continued, her eyes locked onto Wanda’s shimmering scarlet ones. "You worked so hard on that tray. It would be a shame to let it sit there. Should I get up? Go sit at the desk? Eat every bite?"
As she spoke, she kept the rhythm steady—slide up, press, slide down. Each pass was spreading Wanda’s own moisture, mixing their scents together until the air in the room felt thick enough to taste. Wanda let out a broken whimper, her fingers digging into the muscles of Y/N’s shoulders. The teasing was torturous.
"No..." Wanda choked out, her head tossing back against the pillow. Her omega pheromones suddenly spiked—a heavy, sweet, and intoxicating wave of floral musk that filled the space between them. It was the scent of total surrender, of a female in need of her mate. The air turned syrupy with it, a physical manifestation of her arousal that acted like a tether, pulling Y/N’s Alpha instincts to the fore.
"No breakfast?" Y/N whispered, her own pupils dilating until the Y/E/C in her eyes was nearly swallowed by black. She nudged her tip right against the opening, the wet heat of their contact making a soft, rhythmic sound. "You're sure, Wanda? You're being very convincing with your mouth... but your scent is telling me you want something else entirely."
"You," Wanda gasped, her hips giving a desperate, upward twitch, trying to force the entry. "I want you. Now. Please, Alpha... now."
The low, desperate plea broke the last of Y/N’s restraint. The teasing, the playfulness, the lingering exhaustion from the mission—it all vanished, incinerated by the thick, sweet scent of Wanda’s surrender. Y/N didn't pull away this time. She gripped Wanda’s thighs, her knuckles white against the pale skin, and guided her knees even higher, pinning them toward Wanda’s chest to open her completely.
"Okay," Y/N rasped, her voice thick with a dominant edge. "No more waiting." She surged forward. The entry was slow but relentless, a steady, heavy pressure that filled Wanda inch by inch. Wanda’s eyes went wide, a long, high-pitched keen escaped her throat—a pure omega sound—as her internal muscles stretched and molded themselves around Y/N’s impressive length.
It felt like coming home. Not the quiet, domestic home of the kitchen or the common room, but something ancient. Primal. Y/N let out a guttural groan, burying her face in the crook of Wanda’s neck as she finally seated herself fully. She stayed there for a heartbeat, perfectly still, just feeling the way Wanda’s body pulsed and clamped around her, trying to draw her even deeper.
"You feel... incredible," Y/N managed to choke out, her breath scorching Wanda’s skin.
Wanda’s hands found the back of Y/N’s head, her fingers tangling in her hair to pull her closer. "Don't stop," Wanda breathed, her voice a ragged mess of need. "Move, Y/N. Please, move."
Y/N obeyed. She began to pull back—nearly all the way out until only the tip remained to tease—before plunging back in with a sharp, heavy thrust. The sound of their bodies meeting was wet and rhythmic that echoed in the quiet room. Wanda’s head thrashed against the pillow, her voice falling into a litany of broken Sokovian and soft whimpers. With every downward drive, Y/N hit deeper, finding the sensitive curve of Wanda’s womb, marking her from the inside out with every heavy stroke.
The room was a haze of friction and pheromones. Y/N’s Alpha scent, dark and woody like a forest after rain, crashed against Wanda’s sweet, floral musk. They were drowning in each other, the mission and the compound and the rest of the world falling away until there was nothing left but this heat, this rhythm, and the soul-deep bond snapping into place with every breath they shared.
Y/N pushed herself up, bracing her weight on her palms so she could look down at the masterpiece unfolding beneath her. The view was staggering. Every heavy, deliberate thrust sent a ripple through Wanda’s body, her breasts bouncing with the impact, her nipples peaked and blushing a deep, sensitive pink against her pale skin. Wanda was a vision of total undoing. Her head was thrown back, her mouth hanging open as broken, melodic moans tumbled out in time with Y/N’s rhythm. Her pupils were so blown that the green of her iris was just a thin, glowing ring around a sea of black.
Y/N’s gaze drifted lower, fixating on the point of contact. Because she was braced high, she could see everything—the way her own length, slid effortlessly into Wanda’s heat. Wanda was still slightly puffy from the night before, her center a soft, bruised rose color, glistening and completely soaked with a mixture of her own honeyed slick and the friction of their bodies. With every withdrawal, the wetness followed Y/N out, coating her length before she disappeared back inside with a heavy, wet sound that filled the room.
"Look at you," Y/N growled, the Alpha in her chest roaring at the sight of her Omega so thoroughly claimed. "Look how well you take me, Wanda."
Wanda’s eyes flickered down, catching sight of them joined together. The visual was too much; her hips gave a violent, involuntary jerk, her internal walls spasming and tightening around Y/N like a vice. "Y/N... ah! Y/N!" Wanda cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
The tightening of Wanda’s cunt sent a jolt of pure electricity up Y/N’s spine. Y/N’s jaw set, her muscles corded in her arms as she accelerated. The slow, teasing pace was gone, replaced by a frantic, driving need to reach the end. She hammered into Wanda, her hips crashing against Wanda’s with a bruising force, each strike sending a fresh wave of scent into the air.
Wanda was sobbing now, the pleasure crossing the line into something overwhelming, something transcendent. She wrapped her arms around herself, then reached up, her hands searching for Y/N’s, needing to be anchored as the world began to dissolve into white-hot sparks of scarlet and gold.
Y/N collapsed forward, the sudden shift in weight bringing them chest-to-chest as Wanda’s arms locked around her like a lifeline. The intimacy was stifling in the best way possible—a cocoon of heat, sweat, and the intoxicating perfume of their mingled scents.
Y/N buried her face in the crook of Wanda’s neck, her nose dragging against the sensitive skin she’d marked just an hour before. She inhaled sharply, drinking in the concentrated essence of Wanda’s omega pheromones, which were now pulsing at a fever pitch. Every time Wanda let out a jagged moan, the vibration traveled directly from her throat into Y/N’s jaw, sending sparks of fire straight to her core.
"That's it, sweetheart," Y/N grunted against her skin, her voice barely a whisper. "Just like that."
Y/N’s arms slid underneath Wanda, her large hands splayed against the small of Wanda’s back, pulling her up and into the rhythm. The contact was total; there was no space left between them, just the friction of skin on skin and the wet, heavy sound of Y/N’s hips working at a frantic pace. Wanda was a storm of sensation beneath her. One of her hands stayed anchored to Y/N’s neck, pulling her closer, while the other was buried deep in Y/N’s hair, her fingers tugging at the strands in a rhythm that matched the desperate thrusting of Y/N’s lower body.
"Y/N... please... I'm—" Wanda’s voice broke, a soft, high-pitched whimper vibrating right into Y/N’s ear.
Wanda’s body suddenly went rigid, her back arching off the bed as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her. She cried out, a long, shattered sound that was muffled by Y/N’s shoulder, her internal muscles pulsing in frantic, rhythmic contractions that gripped Y/N with a bruising intensity.
But Y/N wasn't done. The Alpha’s hunger was far from sated. Even as Wanda’s body trembled in the aftershock, Y/N didn't slow down. She didn't pull back. Instead, she kept the pace relentless, her hips driving forward with a steady, grounding force that forced Wanda to stay right there in the heat with her.
"I've got you," Y/N grunted, her voice low and possessive. "Stay with me, Wanda." In one fluid, powerful motion, Y/N shifted. She didn't break the connection, her hands sliding down to Wanda’s hips to keep them locked together as she rolled them both over.
Wanda gasped, her head spinning from the sudden change in perspective. One moment she was pinned to the mattress; the next, she was being pulled up, her knees landing on either side of Y/N’s waist as Y/N sat up, leaning back slightly against the headboard.
The new depth was staggering. With gravity now on Y/N's side, she was buried even deeper, her length pressing firmly against Wanda’s sensitive, over-stimulated walls. Wanda slumped forward, her chest heaving as she rested her forehead against Y/N’s. She was still coming, the tremors refusing to die down as Y/N’s hands settled firmly on her waist, guiding her. Y/N began to thrust upward—sharp, vertical jolts that hit Wanda’s most sensitive spots with unerring accuracy.
"Y/N... wait... " Wanda whimpered, her hands sliding weakly down Y/N’s arms, but her body was already betraying her words, her hips rolling instinctively to meet every upward strike.
“I’ve got you,” Y/N countered, her eyes burning as she watched Wanda’s face. She gripped Wanda’s hips tighter, her thumbs digging into the soft skin, and increased the speed.
The shift in position had sent a fresh jolt of electricity through Wanda’s over-sensitized nerves. Sitting atop Y/N, she felt every inch of the Alpha’s thickness stretching her wide, the weight of gravity making the connection feel permanent, inescapable. Wanda’s fingers dug into Y/N’s shoulders, her nails leaving shallow red crescents as she tried to find her balance in the storm. Her hair fell in a messy, dark curtain around their faces, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
"Y-Y/N, I'm still—" she choked out, her voice breaking as another ripple of aftershocks forced her internal walls to clench tight.
"I know," Y/N growled, the sound vibrating from her chest directly into Wanda’s. Y/N didn’t give her a second to recover. She gripped Wanda’s waist with bruising strength, her large hands nearly meeting around the Omega’s narrow middle, and began to lift and drop her. It was a brutal, punishing pace with a heavy wet thud every time Wanda’s hips hit Y/N’s thighs.
Wanda’s head fell back, her spine arching like a bow. The view from above was dizzying; she could see the way her own pale skin flushed deep red, the way Y/N’s eyes never left her, tracking every expression of pleasure and overwhelm. Each time Y/N drove upward, she hit the very back of Wanda’s throat with a silent scream, the friction against her swollen, sensitive core sending her right back into the peak.
"Look at me, my love," Y/N commanded, her voice a low rumble of Alpha authority. Wanda’s heavy lids fluttered open, her green eyes swimming with tears of pure sensation. She looked down, seeing the way they were fused together.
"You're... you're going to make me crazy,” Wanda sobbed, but she was already moving with her, her hips rolling in a desperate, circular motion to catch more of that searing heat.
"I'm going to mark you," Y/N corrected, her teeth baring in a feral grin as her own climax finally began to roar through her veins.
Y/N’s hands slid from Wanda’s waist to her thighs, pulling them wide and pinning them back so she could drive even deeper. The pace became frantic, a blur of skin and sweat and the sweet, heavy scent of an Omega being thoroughly claimed. Y/N’s breath hitched, her muscles cording until they looked like stone, and with one final, devastatingly deep thrust, she locked her arms around Wanda and held her tight, her own roar of release muffled against Wanda’s pulsing neck.
The air was thick with the scent of spent adrenaline and the heavy, sweet musk of a satisfied Omega. Y/N didn't let the distance last for more than a second; she rolled them back over, pinning Wanda into the soft mattress while remaining buried deep within her. Wanda’s body was a mess of beautiful tremors, her breath coming in broken, shallow sobs as the aftershocks of her second climax continued to ripple through her.
Slowly—agonizingly slowly—Y/N began to withdraw.
The sound was wet and heavy, a soft suction as the friction finally broke. Y/N stayed braced on her elbows, her gaze dropping to the space between Wanda’s legs as she pulled her knees further apart, exposing her completely.
"Look what you did," Y/N murmured, her voice a low, dark growl of pride. Y/N wasn't satisfied yet.
She hovered over Wanda, her shadow draped over the Omega’s trembling form like a protective shroud. Y/N leaned down, her lips brushing against Wanda’s ear, sending a fresh jolt of electricity through her already over-sensitized nerves. She pressed a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to the pulse point in Wanda’s neck, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her surrender.
“One more time, babe,” Y/N rasped against her skin, her voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that left no room for argument.
Wanda’s eyes, still hazy and unfocused from the previous peaks, fluttered open. She looked up at her Alpha, seeing the raw, unyielding hunger that still burned in Y/N’s gaze. Her body was a map of exhaustion and pleasure, her muscles feeling like lead, yet at the suggestion, a fresh wave of heat bloomed deep in her belly.
"Y/N... I'm so..." Wanda started, her voice a fragile thread, but she didn't finish the sentence. Instead, her legs, which had been resting weakly on the mattress, slowly slid back up Y/N’s sides. Her ankles crossed at the small of Y/N’s back, pulling her back into the cradle of her thighs.
"You're what?" Y/N murmured, pulling back just enough to capture Wanda’s gaze. She took her thumb, still coated in the evidence of their first rounds, and dragged it slowly across Wanda’s bottom lip, painting it with the slick heat.
"Do you want me to stop?" Y/N asked, her voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to settle right in the marrow of Wanda's bones.
Wanda shook her head, the movement frantic against the pillow. "No," she breathed, the word carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken vows. "Never. Please."
Y/N’s expression softened, the fierce, possessive fire in her eyes banking into a warm, glowing ember of pure devotion. She didn't surge forward with the same primal urgency as before; instead, she leaned down and captured Wanda’s lips in a kiss that was achingly tender. It wasn't a demand, but a sanctuary. It tasted of salt, of sweetness, and of a bond that had been forged in battle and tempered in the quiet intimacy of their shared morning.
Wanda’s hands slid from Y/N’s chest to her neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of her head, pulling her closer as if trying to merge their very souls. As Y/N began to move again—a slow, deep, and deliberate rhythm that prioritized every sensation—Wanda let out a soft, broken sigh into the kiss.
---
An Hour Later
By the time Wanda finished her coffee, Y/N was already halfway through the plate.
Actually—no.
Not halfway. Nearly done.
Wanda leaned back against the headboard, blanket wrapped loosely around her bare body, one leg tucked beneath the other as she watched. Amused. Very amused.
Y/N sat beside the bed, only the sheet loosely draped around her waist—completely forgotten as she focused on the food. Her hair was still a mess, her skin still faintly flushed, and her chest completely bare as she leaned forward over the tray.
Focused. Determined. Absolutely devouring everything in front of her.
Wanda smirked into her mug. “Y/N…”
No response.
Y/N didn’t even look up.
“Y/N.”
A distracted hum this time.
Wanda shook her head, amused. “Slow down.”
That got her a glance. Just a quick one.
“I am,” Y/N said, completely serious—before immediately taking another bite.
Wanda raised an eyebrow. “You’re inhaling it.”
“I’m refueling,” Y/N corrected, already reaching for the next piece.
Wanda laughed softly, shaking her head as she took another sip of her coffee. “You’re unbelievable.”
Y/N just shrugged, unconcerned, finishing the last of what was on the plate before reaching for something else.
For a moment, Wanda just… watched her.
The way she relaxed now—fully, without that constant edge she used to carry. The way she ate without pretending she wasn’t hungry. The way she stayed close, even without realizing it—her knee brushing against the side of the bed, like she needed that contact.
Wanda’s expression softened.
“You really were hungry,” she murmured.
Y/N huffed lightly, finishing her bite before finally looking up at her properly. “I always am,” she said—but then her tone shifted, quieter, more genuine. “But… yours is different.”
Wanda tilted her head slightly. “Different how?”
Y/N leaned back just a little, resting her hand against the edge of the bed near Wanda’s leg.
“Better,” she said simply. “I love your food.” The words were easy—but they landed heavier than they sounded.
Wanda blinked, just for a second, caught off guard by how sincere it was.
“…Yeah?” she asked softly.
Y/N nodded, a faint smile pulling at her lips. “Yeah. You actually think about it. What I’d like. What I need.” She glanced down at the tray, then back at Wanda. “It’s not just food.”
Wanda’s chest warmed, something quiet and steady settling there.
“You’re saying I take care of you?” she teased lightly.
Y/N didn’t even hesitate. “You do.”
That wiped the teasing right off Wanda’s face. Her gaze softened again—deeper this time.
“Good,” she said, almost a whisper.
Y/N nudged her knee gently with her shoulder, grounding the moment before it got too heavy.
“Don’t let it go to your head,” she added.
Wanda smirked faintly. “Too late.”
Y/N rolled her eyes—but her hand slid up, resting briefly over Wanda’s through the blanket.
A quiet, steady touch. And she didn’t pull away.
---
After breakfast, Y/N took a quick shower and got dressed—nothing fancy, just something clean and comfortable. Wanda lingered in the room, stretched out on the bed with that same soft, content look she’d been wearing all morning, watching Y/N move around like she didn’t want to miss a second of it.
“I’ll be back after debrief,” Y/N said, stepping closer to press a quick kiss to Wanda’s lips.
Wanda smiled against it. “Don’t take too long.”
“I won’t,” Y/N promised, brushing her thumb along Wanda’s cheek before heading out.
---
Y/N pushed open the door to the debriefing room.
Clint, Sam, and Steve were already there.
Clint was halfway through a bottle of water, Sam leaned back in his chair like he owned the place, and Steve stood near the screen, flipping through mission data.
Y/N didn’t waste time.
“Let’s make this quick,” she said, moving to take a seat.
Sam immediately perked up, a grin spreading across his face. “Or else what?” he asked, glancing at Clint. “Maximoff’s gonna come looking for you?”
Y/N paused mid-step, turning her head just enough to fix Sam with a look.
“I know you’re jealous, Wilson,” she said calmly.
Clint let out a quiet “oh—” under his breath.
Y/N dropped into her chair, leaning back like she had all the time in the world now.
“But yeah,” she added, completely unbothered. “That would be accurate.”
Clint choked on his water.
“—What?” he coughed, wiping his mouth as he stared between them.
Sam blinked once, then leaned back further, shaking his head. “Oh, it’s like that now?”
Y/N just smirked faintly.
Steve, meanwhile, didn’t even look surprised. He cleared his throat, stepping forward slightly. “Alright,” he said, bringing the focus back. “Let’s get started.”
The screen lit up behind him as the debrief began.
Y/N leaned forward just slightly, attention shifting—but there was still that quiet ease in her posture now.
Like part of her was already somewhere else.
Somewhere down the hall. Waiting for her.
---
Wanda’s POV
Y/N was taking too long.
Wanda told herself it was just a debrief. That it always took time. That Steve liked to go over every detail at least twice.
Still—
Too long.
She sighed, pushing herself off the bed, fingers absently smoothing down her clothes before she headed out. Her steps were quiet at first… then a little faster the closer she got.
By the time she reached the debriefing room, she slowed. The door was slightly open. Wanda peeked in. Only two people inside.
Steve and Y/N. Which meant it was over.
So why was she still there?
Wanda’s lips pressed into a small pout before she could stop herself.
Before she even had the chance to knock—
Y/N noticed her.
Her head turned immediately, like she’d felt her there more than seen her. Their eyes met. And just like that, Y/N’s expression softened.
“Thanks, Steve,” Y/N said, already stepping away.
Steve gave a small nod, glancing briefly toward Wanda before turning back to whatever he’d been reviewing.
Y/N didn’t hesitate. She crossed the room in a few easy steps and stopped right in front of Wanda.
“Hey,” she said softly.
Wanda didn’t answer right away. She just looked at her.
Then—
Her pout deepened.
Y/N blinked once, then sighed quietly, a small, fond smile tugging at her lips. “Sorry,” she said, stepping closer. “Took longer than I thought.”
Wanda crossed her arms, leaning lightly against the doorframe. “Why were you still talking to Steve?” she asked.
Y/N tilted her head slightly. “Debrief—”
“No,” Wanda cut in softly, her pout still there. “After.”
Y/N paused.
Wanda’s eyes searched her face, something more vulnerable slipping through now.
“…Are you going on another mission?” she asked.
There it was. That part of her. The one that didn’t like distance. Didn’t like not knowing. Didn’t like the idea of Y/N walking away again.
Her pout deepened just a little more.
Y/N didn’t answer right away. Instead, she stepped forward, closing the space between them—and leaned in. Pressing a soft kiss right against Wanda’s pout.
Wanda froze for half a second. Then her lips softened under it.
When Y/N pulled back, she shook her head slightly. “No,” she said gently.
Wanda blinked, relief flickering—but she still looked at her, waiting.
Y/N’s thumb brushed lightly along her cheek.
“I was asking Steve for a leave,” she explained.
Wanda’s brows pulled together slightly—
And then her pout came back.
“…Leave?” she repeated.
Her voice softened.
“You’re leaving?”
There it was again. That quiet worry.
Y/N huffed a small laugh under her breath, shaking her head. “Of course not,” she said, amused.
Wanda frowned. “Then—”
“I got a leave for both of us.”
That made Wanda pause. Her expression shifted—confusion first, then curiosity.
“…Both of us?”
Y/N nodded, her hand sliding gently to Wanda’s waist.
“I don’t want you here for your heat,” she said, voice lower now, more thoughtful. “Not in the compound. Not with everyone around. Not with missions hanging over us.”
Wanda’s breath caught slightly.
Y/N’s gaze softened as she continued. “I want us somewhere else. Quiet. Just us.” A small pause. “When it happens… I want it to be ours.”
The meaning settled between them. Clear. Important.
Wanda’s cheeks flushed instantly.
Her eyes dropped for a second, a shy warmth replacing the earlier pout.
Her next heat.
When they would—
Her fingers curled lightly into Y/N’s shirt.
“…You thought about all that?” she asked softly.
Y/N smiled faintly. “Of course I did.”
Wanda looked back up at her.
And this time—
She smiled. Soft and a little flustered. But certain.
“I like that,” she admitted quietly.
Y/N’s expression softened even more, her thumb brushing along Wanda’s cheek again.
“Yeah?”
Wanda nodded.
“Yeah.”
And just like that—
The idea of what was coming didn’t feel overwhelming.
It felt right.
---
One month Later
Y/N’s POV
One month passed fast.
Y/N tightened her grip on the steering wheel just slightly as the cabin finally came into view through the trees.
Quiet. Secluded. Exactly what she wanted.
The lake stretched out just beyond it, water catching the light in soft ripples, and behind it—mountains. Tall, still, shielding the entire place from the rest of the world.
Y/N glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah.”
Wanda didn’t say anything else. She didn’t need to.
A few minutes later, they stepped out of the car.
Y/N grabbed their bags easily, dropping them just inside the cabin without bothering to unpack yet. When she turned back—Wanda was already outside again. Standing near the edge of the clearing, looking out at the lake.
Taking it all in.
Y/N’s chest tightened just a little at the sight.
She walked up behind her quietly, arms sliding around Wanda’s waist, pulling her back into her.
Wanda leaned into it instantly.
Like she always did.
“Do you like it?” Y/N asked, her voice low, close to her ear.
Wanda smiled, resting back against her. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I really do.”
Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, lingering there for a second.
“Good,” she murmured.
For a moment, they just stood there. No rush. No noise. Just the sound of the water and the wind moving through the trees.
Then Y/N pulled back slightly.
“…You want to go swim?” she asked.
Wanda blinked, surprised—then laughed softly.
“Now?”
Y/N shrugged. “Why not?”
Wanda turned in her arms, eyes bright now.
“We didn’t even unpack.”
“Later.”
Wanda studied her for half a second—
Then smiled.
“Okay.”
The water was colder than it looked. Wanda gasped the second she stepped in, grabbing onto Y/N’s arm instinctively.
“It’s freezing!” she laughed.
Y/N huffed, wading in beside her like it was nothing. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t believe you,” Wanda said, but she didn’t let go.
Y/N smirked faintly. “Give it a minute.”
Wanda narrowed her eyes at her—
Then splashed her.
Y/N blinked, water dripping down her face.
“…Really?”
Wanda grinned. And that was enough.
Y/N reached for her, pulling her closer as Wanda laughed, trying—and failing—to escape.
The cold didn’t matter after that.
Not really.
They stayed in the water longer than they meant to, drifting, laughing, settling into something easy and light.
No weight. No pressure.
Just time.
Just them.
And for once—
That was enough.
---
Later that Night
Y/N woke suddenly.
Not to a sound.
Not to movement.
To heat.
It wrapped around her first—thick, heavy, unmistakable. Her body tensed instinctively, awareness snapping into place as something deeper stirred low in her gut.
Then she felt it. Pressure.
A tight, aching pull in her core that hadn’t been there when she fell asleep. Her breath slowed.
“…Wanda.”
Y/N’s eyes opened. The room was dark, the faint glow of moonlight spilling in through the window—but she didn’t need light to know.
She could feel it. And smell it.
Wanda’s omega pheromones had shifted.
No longer soft. No longer calm.
They filled the air now—sweet, heavy, and pulsing with heat. It clung to Y/N’s skin, wrapped around her senses, sank straight into her instincts like a spark to dry kindling.
It had started.
Y/N turned immediately.
Wanda was there, beside her—but different. Her breathing was uneven, shallow, lips parted slightly as soft, strained exhales slipped past them. Her body shifted restlessly against the sheets, like she couldn’t get comfortable.
Y/N moved closer without hesitation, one arm sliding around Wanda’s waist, pulling her in against her. Wanda melted into it instantly like she’d been waiting. Her body pressed flush against Y/N’s, heat radiating from her skin, her breath hitching as she buried herself closer.
Y/N tightened her hold, grounding. “I’ve got you,” she murmured softly.
She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Wanda’s cheek—slow, reassuring.
“My love…”
Wanda made a soft, broken sound at that. Her eyes fluttered open—glassy, unfocused, already lost in that haze. Her brows pulled together slightly as she looked at Y/N, like she was trying to anchor herself there.
“Y/N…” she whimpered quietly.
Y/N’s chest tightened.
She brushed her thumb gently along Wanda’s cheek.
“Is it starting?” she asked softly—even though she already knew.
Wanda nodded.
Small. Unsteady.
Her fingers curled into Y/N’s shirt, pulling herself closer, like distance wasn’t something she could tolerate anymore.
“It hurts,” Wanda whispered, voice trembling.
Y/N shifted immediately, pulling her closer, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head, guiding her gently into the crook of her neck.
“I know,” she murmured. “I’ve got you.”
Wanda buried herself there, breathing her in like she needed it to survive, her body pressing tighter, searching for relief, for grounding, for her.
Y/N’s instincts surged—but she held them steady. Controlled but present.
Her nose brushed lightly along Wanda’s temple as she exhaled slowly, keeping herself anchored.
“You’re okay,” she whispered. “You’re safe. We’re right here.”
Wanda let out another soft, needy sound, her body curling closer still, legs tangling with Y/N’s, trying to close any space left between them.
Y/N tightened her hold just enough to meet it—firm, protective, but careful.
The air in the bedroom had become an ocean of thick, intoxicating pheromones, making every breath Y/N took feel like she was inhaling Wanda’s very essence. Beneath the sheets, the heat was astronomical. Y/N could feel her own length, already stone-hard and pulsing with a heavy, demanding ache, pressing firmly against Wanda’s thigh. It was an instinctive response to the scent of an omega, her omega, in the first true throes of a natural heat—a biological lock and key snapping into place.
Y/N’s hand, splayed wide across the small of Wanda’s back, pulled her flush against her. The contact was electric. The second their bodies fully connected, Wanda let out a long, shuddering moan that vibrated against Y/N’s chest. Her head fell back, her neck arching as she looked up at Y/N through the dark. Her pupils blown wide with a need that went far beyond the physical.
"Y/N... please," Wanda whispered, her voice a ragged, broken thread of sound. "It’s... it’s so much."
"I know, sweetheart," Y/N rasped, her own voice dropping into that low, gravelly Alpha tone that vibrated with protective authority. "I’m right here. I’m not letting go."
Y/N leaned down, her shadow falling over Wanda’s face just before their lips met. The kiss wasn't like the ones before—it wasn't a greeting or a teasing promise. It was a claim. It was deep, hungry, and tasted of the heat rising between them. Y/N’s tongue swept into Wanda’s mouth, claiming her with a desperate intensity that Wanda met with equal fervor, her hands coming up to clutch at Y/N’s hair, pulling her down as if she wanted to merge their very souls.
As they kissed, Y/N’s hand began to wander, sliding down from Wanda’s waist to the curve of her hip. She could feel the way Wanda’s skin was slick with a light sheen of sweat, her body radiating a feverish warmth. Wanda’s legs tangled more tightly with Y/N’s, her hips giving a small, instinctive tilt upward—searching for the hard, blunt pressure of Y/N’s hardness, needing the grounding weight of her Alpha to anchor her in the rising storm of her heat.
Y/N broke the kiss just an inch, her breathing harsh and uneven against Wanda’s lips. "You're so hot, Wanda," she murmured, her nose brushing against Wanda's. "You smell... incredible."
Wanda whimpered, a soft, needy sound that broke in the back of her throat. "Make it stop," she pleaded, her hips twitching again. "The aching... Y/N, make it stop."
Y/N’s grip tightened, her Alpha instincts roaring at the plea. She moved her hand lower, her fingers brushing the top of Wanda’s thigh, moving toward the center of that radiating heat. "I've got you," Y/N promised, her eyes burning gold in the moonlight. "I'm going to take care of you."
Y/N leaned in, capturing Wanda’s mouth in another deep, possessive kiss that tasted of salt and desperate need. While their tongues tangled, Y/N’s hand moved with purpose, hooking into the waistband of Wanda’s soft shorts. She didn’t hesitate, peeling them down over Wanda’s hips and down her slender thighs, discarding them somewhere into the shadows of the cabin floor.
Wanda was already drenched. The thick, floral scent of her omega slick was intoxicating, a physical invitation that Y/N’s Alpha couldn't ignore. The moment her skin was bared to the cool cabin air, Wanda’s instincts took over; her legs fell open wide, her knees flaring outward in a silent, vulnerable plea for the contact she was dying for.
Y/N broke the kiss only to trail her lips down Wanda’s jaw to her ear, whispering low promises as she shifted. With a gentle but firm strength, she maneuvered Wanda onto her back, centering her on the soft mattress. The rest of Wanda’s clothes followed the shorts—her top pulled over her head and tossed aside until she was completely bare, her skin glowing like ivory in the moonlight. She looked like she was melting into the sheets, her back arching slightly, her chest heaving as her lungs struggled to keep up with the rising fever of her heat.
“You’re so ready for me,” Y/N growled, her voice thick with a dark, primal hunger.
Y/N didn’t waste a second. She sat back on her heels, her fingers working with a frantic efficiency to rid herself of her own clothes. Her shirt was yanked off and dropped, followed quickly by her sweatpants and boxers. The moment the fabric fell away, her cock sprang free, heavy and throbbing with a dark, insistent pulse. It was thick, engorged by the sheer volume of Wanda’s pheromones filling the room.
Wanda’s eyes tracked the movement, her gaze dropping to the sight of Y/N’s arousal. Her breath hitched, a soft, high-pitched whimper escaping her as she wiggled her hips against the mattress, her legs spreading even wider. She was restless, her heels digging into the bed as she tried to bridge the small gap between them, her entire body trembling with the sheer force of a heat that only Y/N could quench.
“Y/N… please,” Wanda sobbed, her hand reaching out to grab Y/N’s wrist, pulling her back down. “Now. I need you now.”
Y/N let out a low, guttural growl that vibrated deep in her chest, the sound echoing the raw, predatory hunger of her Alpha. She was teetering on the edge herself, her vision swimming with the scent of Wanda’s arousal and the sight of her Omega laid bare and pleading beneath her. She shook her head sharply, trying to maintain just a shred of clarity, but the primal pull was too strong.
Moving forward with a slow, deliberate grace, Y/N braced her weight on one hand while the other reached down. Her fingers wrapped around the base of her length, guiding the broad, throbbing head against Wanda’s soaking entrance. The contact was electric; the moment the hot, slick skin met, a jolt of pure fire shot through both of them.
Wanda’s head thrashed against the pillow, her hips wiggling and tilting upward in a desperate, instinctive attempt to usher Y/N inside. "Please... Alpha... please," she choked out, her scarlet eyes glowing with a feral intensity.
Y/N didn't make her wait a second longer. She surged forward, the distance between them vanishing. She didn't stop halfway; she drove all the way in, her hips slamming against Wanda.
The impact was cataclysmic. The sudden, total fullness was more than Wanda’s over-sensitized nerves could handle. Her body went rigid, her back arching so high her shoulder blades barely touched the bed. A long, shattered scream tore from her throat as her first climax hit her with the force of a tidal wave the very moment Y/N seated herself. Her internal walls, already soft and sensitive from the heat, clamped down on Y/N with a bruising, rhythmic violence, milking her length in frantic, desperate pulses.
Y/N let out a choked sound of her own, burying her face in the crook of Wanda’s neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin near the scent gland. She stayed buried to the hilt, her muscles cording as she felt the literal waves of Wanda’s pleasure crashing against her, marking the beginning of their long, secluded week of heat.
The air in the cabin seemed to ignite, the scent of Wanda’s climax—a sudden, sharp spike of honeyed ozone—filling Y/N’s lungs and driving her deeper into the Alpha haze. Wanda’s body was a live wire beneath her, shaking with the intensity of a release that felt like it was tearing through her very soul.
Y/N didn’t move for a long moment, allowing the initial, violent tremors of Wanda’s internal walls to settle into a deep, rhythmic throb around her. She was buried so deep she could feel the frantic racing of Wanda’s heart through their joined bodies.
"I've got you," Y/N rasped against Wanda’s skin, her voice a low, possessive rumble. "Breath, sweetheart. Just breathe for me."
Wanda’s hands were locked onto Y/N’s shoulders, her nails drawing shallow lines in her skin as she tried to find her bearings. As the peak of the orgasm slowly ebbed, leaving her in a dazed, hyper-sensitive state, her legs—still hooked high around Y/N’s waist—tightened their hold. The heat wasn't gone; it had simply shifted from a sharp ache to a heavy, pulsing demand.
"Don't... don't stop," Wanda managed to whisper, her eyes fluttering open to reveal the most beautiful green Y/N have ever seen. "Y/N, I need... I need more."
Y/N pulled back slowly, the sound of their slick bodies parting wet and heavy in the quiet room. She withdrew until only the crown of her heat remained within Wanda, feeling the way the Omega’s muscles chased after her, reaching out to pull her back.
Then, with a low growl, Y/N drove back in. This time, the rhythm was relentless. Y/N braced her weight on her palms, her arms cording as she established a pace that was both grounding and punishing. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, the sound of their hips meeting a steady, rhythmic slap that echoed off the wooden walls.
Wanda’s head thrashed from side to side, her moans turning into a litany of soft, broken sounds. With every downward strike, Y/N watched the way Wanda’s breasts moved, the way her flushed skin glistened with sweat, and the way her pupils remained blown wide with total surrender.
The natural heat had made Wanda’s core even softer, even more welcoming than before. She felt like molten silk, her body molding itself perfectly to Y/N’s shape. As the friction built, the sweet, heavy musk of the heat intensified, weaving around them until Y/N could no longer tell where her own scent ended and Wanda’s began.
"You're mine," Y/N growled, leaning down to capture Wanda’s lips again, her hips never stuttering in their heavy, driving work. "Everything about you... is mine."
Wanda’s only response was a high, needy keen, her hips rising to meet every strike, her soul opening up just as wide as her body for the Alpha she loved.
Y/N broke the kiss just enough to hover over Wanda’s lips, their breaths mingling in hot, jagged hitches. The Alpha’s eyes were no longer just Y/E/C; they were molten, fixed on Wanda with a terrifyingly beautiful focus.
"I’m going to mark you tonight," Y/N rasped, the words vibrating with the weight of a blood-promise. "Everyone will know whose you are. I’m going to leave my scent so deep in you that you won't be able to think of anything else."
The declaration hit Wanda like a physical blow. Her core gave a violent, involuntary clench, her internal walls gripping Y/N with a desperate, milking pressure that nearly brought the Alpha to her knees. A long, broken moan tore from Wanda's throat, her head falling back as her fingers tangled into the roots of Y/N’s hair, pulling her closer, demanding the weight. Her other hand acted on pure, frenzied instinct, her nails dragging down Y/N’s bicep, leaving stinging red trails that only fueled the fire in the room.
"Yes!" Wanda cried out, her voice cracking with the sheer force of her need. "Yes, Alpha... please. Mark me. Claim me. I want everyone to smell you on me. I want to be yours."
The surrender in her voice was the final spark. Y/N’s restraint shattered into a thousand pieces. She gripped Wanda’s hips, her fingers digging into the soft skin to anchor her, and increased the pace until it was a blurring, rhythmic assault.
The sound of their bodies meeting became a frantic, wet thudding, echoing the raw power of the heat. Y/N began to growl with every downward drive, her teeth baring as she looked down at the woman who was opening herself up so completely. Wanda’s legs were wrapped so tightly around Y/N’s waist that they were practically fused together, her hips rolling and bucking to meet every heavy, soul-deep thrust.
The scent of the room changed—shifting from the sweet floral of the initial heat to something sharper, darker, and more possessive. Y/N leaned down, her nose dragging along Wanda's neck, hovering over the sensitive scent gland there, her breathing coming in harsh, predatory stabs as she prepared to make her words a reality.
The growl wasn't just in Y/N’s throat anymore; it was a physical vibration echoing through her entire skull, a primal command from the Alpha deep within that drowned out every other thought. Mine. Protect. Mark. The internal voice was a roar now, demanding that she seal the bond they had been building for months.
Every heavy, thrust into Wanda’s soaked heat felt like it was carving Y/N’s signature into her soul. Wanda was a mess of scarlet energy and slick skin beneath her, her head thrashing against the pillow as she chanted that one word like a prayer. "Alpha... Alpha, please... my Alpha..."
The sound of her name—of her title—was the final tether snapping.
Y/N’s pace became frantic, a blurring, desperate rhythm that pushed Wanda higher and higher. Y/N leaned down, her breasts crushing Wanda’s heaving breasts, and began to drag her tongue along the side of Wanda’s neck. She licked the skin right over the pulsing scent gland, tasting the salt of Wanda’s sweat and the sweetness of her omega pheromones.
The moment the wet heat of Y/N’s tongue met that sensitive spot, Wanda began to tremble violently. It wasn't just the pleasure; it was the realization of what was coming. Her legs locked around Y/N’s waist with bruising strength, her heels digging into Y/N’s lower back to pull her even deeper, to make the connection absolute.
"Do it," Wanda sobbed into Y/N’s ear, her voice broken and raw. "Mark me, Y/N. I'm ready. I'm yours."
Y/N’s pupils dilated until her eyes were twin pits of black. She could feel the pressure building in her jaw, her Alpha instincts centering entirely on that soft, vulnerable patch of skin. She nipped at the area first, her teeth grazing the surface in a terrifyingly tender warning, causing Wanda to let out a sharp, needy keen.
Below, their bodies were moving in a perfect, frantic harmony, the friction reaching a searing point. Y/N’s hand slid up to cup the side of Wanda’s face, her thumb stroking over her lip, while her other arm hooked under Wanda’s lower back to lift her hips higher, meeting the heavy, final drives of her length.
The air in the cabin was so thick with their scents it was suffocating. Y/N’s growl deepened, a low, vibrating hum that seemed to rattle the very bedframes. She hovered her open mouth over the gland, her breath hot and smelling of the dark, woody musk of an Alpha about to claim her mate for eternity.
The atmosphere in the cabin reached a blistering breaking point as Y/N felt the base of her hardness begin to throb and expand.
Driven by the roar of her Alpha, Y/N didn't hesitate. As the knot surged, she leaned down and sank her teeth into the sensitive skin of Wanda’s neck, right over the pulsing scent gland.
Wanda’s world exploded. The sharp, stinging bite was immediately followed by a rush of something transcendent. The pain was there, but it was drowned in an ocean of pure, soul-deep pleasure. As Y/N’s teeth broke the skin, a psychic and biological bridge snapped into place. Wanda felt Y/N’s Alpha pheromones flood her system, mixing with her own sweet scent to create a new, singular fragrance that labeled her as claimed. The connection was so intense it was physical—she could feel Y/N’s heart, her possessiveness, and her love all at once.
The sheer intensity of being marked sent Wanda spiraling over the edge. Her body seized, her internal walls clamping down on the growing knot in a rhythmic, desperate frenzy. She screamed into the room, her voice a mix of agony and ecstasy as her climax tore through her.
Y/N didn't stop. Even with her teeth buried in Wanda’s neck, she continued to move, her hips hammering against Wanda’s with frantic, heavy jolts. She could feel her own release building, a tidal wave of heat that she couldn't contain. With one final, guttural growl that vibrated through Wanda’s entire frame, Y/N slammed her hips forward locking into Wanda’s heat. In that second, Y/N felt the world narrow down to this one woman. The bond was sealed; Wanda was her Omega, her mate, her everything.
The room fell into a heavy, ringing silence, broken only by their ragged, synchronized breathing.
Y/N slowly released her hold on Wanda’s neck. She pulled back just enough to see the jagged, red mark she had left—a permanent brand of her love. Instinctively, Y/N leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick the small beads of blood away. Her Alpha saliva, rich with healing enzymes and her unique scent, acted instantly, the bleeding stopping as the mark began to settle into a deep, bruised violet.
She pressed a tender kiss to the fresh mark, her hands shaking slightly from the comedown of the adrenaline. Below, they were still firmly locked together, a physical anchor that ensured neither could pull away.
Wanda was draped across the mattress like silk, her limbs heavy and trembling with the sheer weight of the bond that had just been forged. Even though the initial explosion of her climax had passed, her body wasn't finished. The fresh mark on her neck acted like a live wire, sending constant, buzzing signals of Y/N’s presence directly into her nervous system.
Every time Y/N’s chest rumbled with a low, grounding purr, Wanda’s internal muscles gave another frantic, helpless squeeze around the knot. She was trapped in a loop of micro-orgasms—short, sharp bursts of pleasure that made her toes curl and her breath hitch in small, broken gasps.
"Y/N... oh, god... stop," Wanda whimpered, her eyes rolled back into her head. "Everything... it’s too much... I can’t stop."
Y/N heard the distress beneath the pleasure and immediately went still. She braced her weight on her forearms, keeping her body as motionless as possible to avoid any unnecessary friction against Wanda’s over-sensitized walls. Her own heart was still thudding like a war drum, but she forced her muscles to relax, turning her focus entirely on her mate’s comfort.
A deep, resonant vibration started in the center of Y/N’s chest—a true Alpha’s rumble. It wasn't the predatory growl from moments ago; it was a low-frequency hum designed to soothe, to stabilize, and to communicate safety.
"Shh, I’ve got you," Y/N murmured, her voice vibrating against Wanda’s temple. "Just breathe with me, sweetheart. Focus on my scent. Nothing else."
As Y/N’s chest rumbled against Wanda’s, the Alpha’s pheromones began to shift. The sharp, aggressive scent of the hunt mellowed into a thick, protective cloud of sandalwood and rain. It acted like a sedative, wrapping around Wanda and telling her instincts that the "threat" was over—that she was claimed, protected, and home.
Wanda’s fingers, which had been spasmodically clutching the sheets, slowly found Y/N’s arms. She clung to her, her head tucking into the crook of Y/N’s shoulder as she fought to regulate her breathing. The micro-orgasms began to slow, turning from sharp stabs into long, low throbs of warmth that radiated out from their joined centers.
In the quiet of the cabin, with only the sound of the wind in the trees outside, they stayed perfectly still—fused together by biology and soul, waiting for the storm to fully pass so they could finally rest in the peace they had earned.
The silence that followed was heavy and sweet, filled only with the rhythmic sound of their synchronized breathing. Y/N remained perfectly still for a long time, her chin resting on Wanda’s shoulder, her chest continuing that low, protective rumble until she felt the tension finally bleed out of Wanda’s limbs. Slowly, the intense internal pressure began to ease. The knot, which had held them in a literal, biological lock, finally started to subside. As it shrunk, the physical anchor loosened, and Y/N began the painstaking process of withdrawing.
She moved with agonizing slowness, careful not to jostle the bed or trigger another flare of sensitivity in Wanda’s core. The sound of their parting was a soft, wet slip—a final, intimate echo of the night. As she fully exited, the pooled warmth of their mingled fluids spilled onto the sheets, a messy but beautiful testament to the claim she had just laid.
Y/N sat back on her heels for a moment, her breath hitching as the cool air hit her skin, but her eyes never left her Omega.
Wanda was out. The sheer intensity of the marking, combined with the heat and the multiple climaxes, had finally pulled her under into a deep, restorative sleep. Her head was tilted to the side, her lips slightly parted, and her hair was a dark, tangled halo against the white pillows.
Y/N’s gaze drifted to the mark on Wanda’s neck. It was already beginning to settle—a deep, flushed violet blossom that looked like a rose petal pressed against her skin. It was vibrant and clear, the mark of a bond that would now radiate Y/N’s scent to anyone who came near.
A surge of fierce, protective love swelled in Y/N’s chest. She reached for the discarded blanket at the foot of the bed and pulled it up, draping it gently over Wanda’s bare, shivering shoulders. Then, moving with the quiet grace of a predator turned guardian, Y/N climbed back into the bed. She didn't seek to wake her; she simply curled her body around Wanda’s back, pulling her close so that their heartbeats could find that same steady rhythm once more.
Wanda let out a tiny, unconscious hum of contentment in her sleep, her body curving instinctively back into Y/N’s heat. Y/N closed her eyes, burying her nose in the back of Wanda’s neck, right next to the new mark.
She was home. They were one. And for the first time in a long time, the world outside the cabin ceased to exist.
---
Few Hours Later
Wanda’s POV
The cabin was bathed in the soft, blue-gray light of the early pre-dawn hours. Wanda’s eyes snapped open, her breath hitching as a second wave of heat surged through her—this one sharper, more focused, and burning with an intensity she hadn't felt before.
The marking had changed everything. It wasn't just a general, biological need anymore; it was a targeted, soul-deep craving for the specific Alpha whose scent was now permanently woven into her own. Her body felt sensitized to the point of pain, her skin humming with a restless energy that demanded contact.
She shifted, her gaze falling on Y/N, who was still deeply asleep beside her. But even in sleep, Y/N’s body was responding to the bond. The air was thick with a new, heavier scent—darker than before, smelling of cedar and salt. Y/N’s rut was being triggered early, her biology racing to match Wanda’s heat now that they were marked.
Wanda didn’t hesitate. Driven by a primal hunger, she crawled over, straddling Y/N’s hips. She felt the heavy, throbbing heat of Y/N’s hardness already straining against her thigh, rock-hard even in unconsciousness.
Wanda let out a low, shaky moan, her head falling back as she lowered herself just enough to press her soaking-wet core directly against Y/N’s length. She began to grind downward, a slow, desperate slide that smeared her slick along Y/N’s skin.
The reaction was instantaneous. Y/N’s eyes flew open, the irises already glowing a fierce, predatory gold. A deep, guttural growl ripped from her throat—a sound of pure Alpha instinct answering the call of its mate. Her hands snapped up, her fingers digging into Wanda’s waist with a possessive grip that left no room for doubt.
"Wanda..." Y/N rasped, her voice a raw, vibrating rumble.
"Again," Wanda breathed, her eyes glowing scarlet as she leaned forward, her hair brushing against Y/N’s face. "I need you again. Right now."
Y/N’s grip tightened, her pupils dilating as the scent of Wanda’s renewed heat hit her like a physical blow. The rut was taking hold, flooding her system with a protective, driving need to claim her Omega all over again. Without a word, Y/N surged upward, meeting Wanda’s desperate rhythm with a powerful tilt of her hips, the friction of their bodies sparking a fire that promised to burn through the rest of the night.
The air in the cabin was thick enough to taste, saturated with the heavy, sweet scent of Wanda’s heat and the dark, musky ozone of Y/N’s emerging rut. Wanda let out a high, fractured moan as Y/N’s hands slid from her waist to her thighs, the Alpha’s grip bruisingly firm as she anchored her Omega.
Y/N surged upward, capturing Wanda’s lips in a kiss that was less of a greeting and more of a collision. It was desperate and hungry, their tongues tangling with a frantic energy that mirrored the pulse of their joined heartbeats. While their mouths were fused, Y/N’s large hands moved to Wanda’s hips, lifting her just enough to create space.
Wanda didn’t need to be told what to do. Her fingers, trembling with the force of her second wave, reached down between their bodies. She found the head of Y/N’s member—already weeping with pre-scent and throbbing with the force of the rut—and guided it to her soaking entrance. The moment the tip touched her, Wanda let out a sob of pure relief and sat down hard.
Y/N’s head snapped back against the pillow, a deep, primal growl ripping from her chest as she was buried to the hilt in one singular, devastating motion. The feeling was staggering; Wanda’s internal walls were even hotter than before, pulsing with a new, frantic rhythm that seemed to demand everything Y/N had to give.
Wanda didn't give either of them a second to adjust. She immediately began to bounce, her hips moving in a relentless, vertical rhythm that sent wet, slapping echoes throughout the quiet room. Her hands stayed locked on Y/N’s shoulders, her nails digging in as she used the Alpha as an anchor, her head thrashing from side to side.
"Yes... yes, Alpha," Wanda whimpered, her voice a broken, needy thread.
Y/N’s hands moved back to Wanda’s waist, her thumbs digging into the soft skin as she began to thrust upward to meet every downward strike. The pace was frantic, fueled by the raw, unyielding power of the rut. Every time they bottomed out, the mark on Wanda’s neck seemed to pulse in time with their movements, a violet brand that glowed in the dim light. Y/N was losing herself to the haze, her only focus the wet, sliding heat of her Omega and the desperate need to fill her until she couldn't take any more.
The air in the cabin was thick with the scent of an Alpha in the beginning of a rut—a heavy, intoxicating musk of cedar and darkened spice that made Wanda’s head swim. She was driven by an instinct that surpassed the physical; she didn't just want to be claimed anymore; she needed to stake her own claim, to weave her scent so deeply into Y/N that the bond would be a two-way street of absolute belonging.
While her hips continued their relentless, vertical assault, Wanda leaned forward, her chest crushing against Y/N’s heaving torso. She trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along Y/N’s jawline, her breath hitching every time she felt Y/N’s legnth hit the very back of her heat.
Finally, she found it—the pulsing scent gland at the base of Y/N’s neck.
Wanda let out a low, feral sound, her green eyes glowing with a terrifying beauty. She licked the spot first, her tongue dragging over the skin to prepare it, tasting the salt and the raw Alpha pheromones that were currently flooding the room. Beneath her, Y/N’s growl turned into a choked sound of surprise and desire, her hands tightening on Wanda’s hips until her knuckles were white.
"Wanda..." Y/N warned, her voice a gravelly, base-heavy rumble, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she arched her neck, offering herself up, her own rut-driven instincts demanding this surrender to her mate.
Wanda didn't hesitate. She nipped at the skin first, her teeth grazing the surface as her hips bucked harder, the friction below reaching a fever pitch. Then, with a sudden, sharp intake of breath, she sank her teeth in.
The bite was deep and possessive. Y/N let out a loud, pained roar that quickly dissolved into a groan of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. As Wanda’s teeth broke the skin, the bond between them solidified into something unbreakable. Wanda felt the rush of Y/N’s Alpha essence pouring into her, while her own Omega pheromones flooded Y/N’s system through the mark. It was a psychic explosion; for a moment, they weren't two people, but one singular pulse of energy.
Wanda didn't let go, her mouth staying clamped onto Y/N’s neck as she continued to bounce, her internal walls clamping down on Y/N in a frantic, celebratory rhythm. She was marking her Alpha, branding the woman she loved with her own scent, ensuring that for the rest of their lives, Y/N would carry the unmistakable trace of Wanda Maximoff in her very skin.
The pleasure was overwhelming, a feedback loop of sensation that pushed them both toward a crashing, synchronized peak. Below, the wet, rhythmic slapping of their bodies was the only sound in the room, a primal drumbeat to the finalization of their soul-bond.
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Four Days Later
Y/N’s POV
Y/N woke slowly.
Not abruptly like before—no sharp instinct pulling her up, no fire racing through her veins.
Just… warmth. Heavy, deep, settling warmth.
And soreness.
God—she was sore.
Every muscle ached in that dull, lived-in way that came after days of… not resting at all.
But she smiled. Immediately.
Because she felt it.
The bond.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t overwhelming anymore. It was… constant. Steady. Like a second heartbeat woven into her own.
Her Omega.
Y/N opened her eyes. Wanda was sprawled across her—half on top of her chest, half tangled in her arms and legs like she had no intention of ever leaving. Y/N’s hand instinctively came up, resting at Wanda’s back, fingers spreading there gently.
Warm.
Real.
Yours.
Her gaze drifted to Wanda’s neck.
The mark.
Deep violet now, settled into her skin like it had always belonged there. It pulsed faintly—not physically, but in the way Y/N felt it. A quiet hum that connected them, anchored them.
Mine.
Y/N exhaled softly.
“…Yeah,” she murmured under her breath.
Her eyes lifted, finally taking in the room properly.
And—yeah.
It looked like a hurricane had passed through. Sheets twisted beyond recognition, half hanging off the bed. Clothes scattered in every direction. One of the pillows—completely destroyed—feathers everywhere, clinging to the floor, the bed, even stuck to Wanda’s hair.
Y/N huffed a quiet laugh. “We really—” she muttered, glancing around again. “Yeah… that tracks.”
Her hand moved absently, brushing a stray feather from Wanda’s shoulder.
Wanda stirred. Just slightly at first. A soft sound left her—half sigh, half hum—as she shifted against Y/N, pressing closer instead of pulling away.
Y/N’s attention snapped back to her instantly.
Everything else—Gone.
“Hey…” Y/N murmured, voice softer now.
Wanda’s eyes fluttered open slowly.
Still a little hazy. Still warm. But clear. Grounded.
Her gaze found Y/N’s almost immediately—and softened.
There it was. That look.
The one that always got her.
“…Hi,” Wanda whispered, voice rough from sleep.
Y/N smiled, brushing her thumb gently along Wanda’s side.
“Hi.”
For a second, neither of them moved. Just looking at each other. Breathing the same air. Feeling the same quiet connection settle between them.
Then Wanda shifted slightly, her head lifting just enough to rest her chin on Y/N’s chest. Her fingers slid up slowly, tracing along Y/N’s collarbone—then higher. Until they reached her neck.
Y/N stilled.
Wanda’s touch was gentle.
Reverent. Her fingers brushed over the mark she’d left there.
Wanda smiled. Soft. Warm. Completely at peace.
Her thumb traced over it again, slower this time—like she was memorizing it, like she still couldn’t quite believe it was real.
Y/N didn’t move. She just watched her.
Really watched her.
The way Wanda’s expression softened, the quiet happiness in her eyes, the calm that had replaced all the chaos from before—
It hit something deep in Y/N’s chest.
“…You regret it?” Y/N asked lightly, a teasing edge in her voice that didn’t quite hide how closely she was watching her reaction.
Wanda’s gaze snapped back to her immediately.
And she shook her head.
“No.”
Simple but certain.
Her hand slid up, cupping Y/N’s face gently, thumb brushing along her cheek.
“I never imagined…” Wanda admitted softly, her voice thoughtful, almost a little awed. “That I would be marked by an Alpha.”
Y/N’s expression shifted slightly—something quieter, more vulnerable flickering there.
Wanda smiled faintly. “But I’m glad I am.” Her thumb brushed once more over the mark on Y/N’s neck.
“I’m happy,” she continued, voice warm, steady, “that I’m marked… and that I got to mark my Alpha.”
Her eyes met Y/N’s again.
“My fated Alpha.”
That did something to Y/N.
Something deep.
Wanda leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering peck to her lips.
“I love you,” she murmured.
Y/N’s hand slid up Wanda’s back, pulling her just a little closer as she breathed her in.
“I love you too,” she whispered back.
When they pulled apart—
Wanda blinked.
Her gaze drifted past Y/N’s shoulder.
And then—
She froze.
“…Oh.”
Y/N huffed softly. “Yeah.”
Wanda pushed herself up slightly, the blanket slipping as she looked around properly this time.
The room was—
Destroyed.
Feathers everywhere. Sheets twisted beyond saving. Clothes scattered like they’d been thrown in a storm. One pillow completely torn open, its contents decorating half the cabin.
Wanda’s eyes widened.
“…We did this?” she asked, half incredulous, half amused.
Y/N smirked faintly, stretching slightly despite the soreness.
“We did that,” she corrected.
Wanda looked back at her, a slow smile spreading across her face.
