No More Fake Husbands
W.Maximoff x fem!reader
The briefing room at the Avengers Compound was unusually quiet.
You leaned back in your chair beside Wanda Maximoff, lazily spinning a pen between your fingers while Fury stood at the front of the room with his arms crossed. Across from you, Bucky Barnes looked about as thrilled to be awake as he usually did at 8 a.m.
“This mission requires subtlety,” Fury said flatly. “Which means no flashy entrances, no explosions, and no magic unless absolutely necessary.”
You glanced sideways at Wanda.
She innocently raised her hands. “What? Last time was technically an accident.”
“Three floors collapsed,” Sam muttered from the back.
“Still standing, aren’t they?”
Fury pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing. “Target is a Hydra weapons broker operating in Madripoor. We’ve got intel he only deals with married couples staying at the hotel hosting the auction.”
You already didn’t like where this was going.
“So,” Fury continued, “Barnes and Y/N will pose as newlyweds.”
Everyone turned toward Wanda.
She sat upright now, arms crossed tightly over her chest, green eyes narrowed directly at Fury.
“No,” Wanda said again, firmer this time. “Absolutely not.”
A grin immediately spread across your face.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
You slowly turned toward her, resting your chin on your palm. “Aww,” you cooed softly. “Baby, why not?”
Several people in the room immediately looked away, already sensing danger.
Wanda’s head tilted slowly toward you.
The one that usually preceded chaos.
“Don’t,” she warned quietly.
“What?” you asked innocently. “It’s just undercover. Bucky and I pretending to be married. Sharing a hotel room. Maybe holding hands—”
Red chaos magic flickered around Wanda’s fingers.
Bucky immediately raised a hand. “I’d like to officially state I want no part in whatever this is.”
“Oh come on,” you continued teasing, unable to stop yourself now. “You trust me, don’t you?”
Then she leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. “I trust you,” she said calmly.
Bucky blinked. “I’m suddenly uncomfortable.”
Wanda ignored him completely, eyes never leaving yours. “I trust him less.”
Even Natasha smirked from the corner.
“Wow,” you said dramatically, placing a hand over your heart. “You’re jealous.”
“You’re doing the thing.”
“I always look at Barnes like this.”
Bucky sighed deeply. “Can I be reassigned?
“No,” Fury said immediately.
You leaned closer to Wanda, voice teasingly soft. “Baby, you know you’re my favorite wife.”
Her jaw tightened as you flashed her that sweet smile you knew she could never resist for long.
“You enjoy this too much,” she muttered.
“Your reactions are adorable.”
“I could hex you into the wall.”
“You say the sweetest things.”
A faint blush appeared on Wanda’s cheeks despite her glare.
Natasha looked entirely entertained now. “Actually, this might help the mission. Wanda’s possessiveness looks real.”
“I am not possessive,” Wanda snapped.
You raised an eyebrow. “You threatened to rewrite reality because a waitress flirted with me last month.”
“She knew what she was doing.”
Sam nearly choked laughing.
Bucky looked ready to walk directly out the window.
Fury cleared his throat loudly. “Can we focus?”
“No,” Wanda answered instantly.
You couldn’t help laughing at that.
Fury gave you both an exhausted look that screamed he regretted every life choice leading up to this moment.
“The mission stands,” he said firmly. “Barnes and Y/N leave tomorrow morning.”
Wanda’s eyes narrowed again.
You reached over and gently took her hand before she could start an argument with Fury himself.
Her fingers immediately intertwined with yours automatically.
You rubbed your thumb across her knuckles. “Hey,” you said softly this time. “It’s undercover work. Nothing’s gonna happen.”
Wanda looked at you for a moment before sighing quietly.
“I know,” she admitted. “I just don’t like it.”
The teasing faded slightly from your expression at the honesty in her voice.
“You know I love you, right?”
Her eyes softened instantly.
“And you know Bucky is basically an eighty-year-old grump with knives?”
Wanda huffed out a reluctant laugh.
“There it is,” you said triumphantly. “My pretty girl smiled.”
Wanda rolled her eyes, but the corners of her lips betrayed her.
“And yet you’re obsessed with me.”
She leaned closer suddenly, green eyes glowing faintly.
“Be careful,” she murmured.
Your heartbeat skipped for exactly one second.
Not because of the threat.
Because Wanda looking at you like that should honestly be illegal.
You smirked softly. “You worried I’ll fall for my fake husband?”
Bucky made a disgusted sound. “Please stop saying that.”
Wanda’s gaze flicked toward him briefly before returning to you.
“No,” she said smoothly. “I’m worried he’ll fall for you.”
The room immediately went silent.
Heat rushed to your face as Wanda finally smirked, clearly pleased she’d managed to fluster you for once.
“Oh, now you’re teasing me?”
You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Dangerous game.”
Wanda leaned in close enough for only you to hear her next words.
“Come back from the mission,” she whispered, “and I’ll remind you exactly who your wife is supposed to be.”
Your brain stopped functioning immediately.
Across the table, Natasha quietly said, “And there she is.”
Bucky stood up abruptly. “I’m requesting combat instead.”
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The ballroom of the Black Crest Hotel glittered with gold chandeliers, expensive champagne, and some of the worst people you’d ever had the displeasure of meeting.
Hydra agents disguised as businessmen mingled around the auction floor while string music played softly in the background.
And somehow, despite all of that, your main source of entertainment tonight was annoying your fiancée from several countries away.
“Focus,” Bucky muttered beside you as he adjusted the cuff of his suit.
You barely suppressed a grin.
“The one that means you’re about to become a problem.”
You gasped dramatically. “James Buchanan Barnes, I would never.”
He deadpanned at you. “You once flirted with a guard to steal his fingerprints.”
“You got his number afterward.”
Bucky sighed deeply, already exhausted.
Hidden in the diamond necklace around your throat was a tiny comm device feeding directly back to the Avengers Compound. Natasha and Sam were monitoring surveillance while Fury coordinated extraction.
Wanda was absolutely listening.
Which made this infinitely more fun.
You casually looped your arm through Bucky’s as the two of you crossed the ballroom floor toward the auction host.
Immediately, your earpiece crackled.
“You’re laying it on thick,” Natasha’s amused voice said.
You smiled into your champagne glass.
A different voice came through next.
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
Bucky muttered under his breath, “I told you.”
You ignored him completely, eyes sparkling as you continued walking. “Jealous?”
Then Sam’s voice whispered loudly through comms, “She’s glaring at the monitor.”
“I can hear you,” Wanda snapped.
“Worth it,” Sam replied instantly.
You nearly laughed out loud.
The mission itself was embarrassingly easy. The broker practically handed over the encrypted drive once Bucky intimidated him with one stare and you distracted his security detail.
Hydra really needed higher standards.
Within two hours, you already had everything Fury wanted.
You could start causing problems.
“You have the drive,” Natasha said through comms. “You can leave now.”
You glanced sideways at Bucky.
“No,” Bucky said immediately, recognizing that smile. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh come on,” you murmured.
“We should sell the married couple act a little more.”
Ignoring him, you turned toward a nearby balcony overlooking the city skyline. Music drifted softly from inside as couples danced under warm lights.
You gently fixed Bucky’s tie, playing up the affectionate act while cameras around the room captured everything.
Back at the Compound, you knew Wanda was watching every second.
“Y/N,” Wanda warned through the comm.
You looked directly toward one of the hidden cameras with the most innocent expression possible.
“You are pushing your luck.”
“You said you weren’t jealous.”
Bucky looked between you and the camera like a man witnessing his own funeral.
“You know,” you continued sweetly, “Bucky’s actually being a very good husband.”
“Oh my God,” Sam wheezed somewhere through comms.
Which honestly made this even better.
You turned toward Bucky, reaching up to smooth a strand of hair away from his face.
His eyes widened slightly.
“Don’t you dare,” he whispered.
With a mischievous grin, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
The entire comm channel exploded.
“OH SHE MAD MAD—” Sam shouted before suddenly cutting off.
“Sam Wilson,” Natasha laughed.
A loud cracking sound echoed through the comm.
Bucky froze. “Was that glass?”
Natasha sounded delighted. “Wanda just shattered Fury’s coffee mug.”
“Again?” Fury barked in the background.
You were trying so hard not to laugh now.
“Oh no,” you said dramatically into the comm. “Baby, are you upset?”
Bucky straightened immediately. “I didn’t do anything.”
“I’m literally being harassed.”
You could practically feel Wanda’s glare through the earpiece.
You leaned casually against Bucky’s shoulder just to make it worse.
The reaction was immediate.
Red static flickered through your comm for half a second.
Natasha burst into laughter.
“Wanda,” Steve’s voice suddenly cut in, sounding tired already, “please stop accidentally using your powers on the electronics.”
Bucky looked horrified. “Can she kill me through the comm?”
“Yes,” Sam answered instantly.
“Probably,” Natasha added.
You were absolutely glowing with amusement now.
“Baby,” you teased softly, “you know you’re still my favorite.”
Wanda finally spoke again.
“You have ten seconds to stop touching him.”
Bucky immediately took a large step away from you.
You laughed quietly. “Or what?”
Then Wanda spoke in that low, dangerous tone that always made your stomach flip.
“Or when you come home,” she said slowly, “I’m reminding you exactly who you belong to.”
Your confidence cracked immediately.
And for the first time all mission—
“Oh,” he said. “Now she got you.”
Heat rushed to your face.
Through the comm, Wanda sounded entirely too pleased with herself now.
You narrowed your eyes at absolutely nobody.
Wanda’s soft laugh crackled through the earpiece, warm and smug and completely unfair.
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You leaned back against the balcony railing, absolutely delighted with yourself.
Through the comm, you could practically hear Wanda simmering on the other end.
You smirked slowly. “Wanda Maximoff, you really need to stop talking like that while I’m on a mission.”
“Like you’re trying to distract me.”
“I am trying to distract you.”
Bucky groaned under his breath. “I cannot believe this is my life.”
You laughed softly before turning your attention back toward one of the hidden cameras in the ballroom. You knew exactly where it was positioned.
And you knew Wanda was staring directly at the feed.
“Baby,” you said sweetly, “you should see your face right now.”
At the Compound, Wanda frowned slightly and tilted her head toward the monitor in confusion.
“What are you talking abou—”
Your hand resting against Bucky’s jaw.
Slowly stroking his cheek with your thumb.
Bucky immediately stiffened like a man sensing imminent death.
“Oh no,” he muttered. “No no no.”
A wicked smile spread across your face as your fingers traced lower, dragging from his jaw to the front of his chest.
In the Compound, complete silence fell.
Sam whispered, “She’s gonna kill somebody.”
Natasha looked entirely entertained. “Probably Barnes.”
Bucky looked directly at the nearest camera with genuine fear. “Wanda,” he said carefully, “this is workplace harassment.”
Your hand continued lower.
Bucky’s eyes widened in horror.
“Y/N,” he hissed quietly. “You need to stop immediately.”
“Because your fiancée is a witch with anger issues.”
The comm crackled sharply with red static.
“There are no anger issues” Wanda said coldly.
Another glass shattered somewhere in the background.
Sam immediately corrected himself. “Minor anger issues.”
You were trying so hard not to laugh now, especially when Bucky physically grabbed your wrist to stop your hand from moving any farther.
“No,” he whispered urgently.
You looked up at him innocently. “What?”
“Oh please,” you teased. “Wanda loves you.”
“I absolutely do not,” Wanda answered instantly through the comm.
Bucky looked deeply offended. “I fought aliens with you people.”
“And we appreciated it,” Natasha said.
“But this?” Wanda added calmly. “This feels personal.”
You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing outright.
Bucky turned toward the camera again like a hostage negotiating for survival. “She started it.”
“You allowed it,” Wanda replied.
“She’s stronger than me emotionally.”
“That’s true,” Sam chimed in.
You grinned and leaned closer to Bucky just enough to make Wanda’s eye twitch through the monitor.
“Baby,” you purred teasingly into the comm, “you sound jealous again.”
“I’m deciding whether or not to hex your flight home.”
“You’d miss me too much.”
Wanda went quiet for a second.
Bucky immediately stood straighter. “Yeah?”
“If she touches you again,” Wanda said pleasantly, “I’m removing your left arm.”
Bucky looked horrified. “The metal one?!”
You burst out laughing at his panic, finally stepping away from him before Wanda actually blew up the communications system.
Bucky exhaled deeply in relief.
But then you casually hooked your arm around his again.
He looked ready to pass out.
“Oh my God,” he whispered. “She’s smiling.”
Back at the Compound, Wanda was indeed smiling now.
Which somehow terrified Bucky even more.
Natasha noticed it too and immediately started laughing. “Oh, that’s worse.”
Steve sounded concerned. “Why is that worse?”
“Because,” Sam answered quietly, “that means she’s planning something.”
Wanda’s voice came through the comm smooth as silk.
“Enjoy the rest of your mission, detka.”
You narrowed your eyes immediately.
“That absolutely means something.”
Bucky looked panicked again. “Can I sleep in another hotel?”
“You’re not even here and I’m scared of you.”
Your fiancée laughed softly through the comm, and despite all the chaos, the sound still made your chest warm.
Even while she was threatening bodily harm.
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The quinjet ride back to the Compound was painfully quiet.
Not because the mission had gone badly.
The mission had actually gone perfectly.
You got the intel. Fury was happy. Nobody died.
No, the silence came from the fact that Bucky Barnes had spent the entire flight mentally preparing for whatever Wanda Maximoff had planned.
He sat across from you with his arms crossed tightly, staring at nothing.
“You look stressed,” you said casually.
“I’ve seen Wanda tear apart a tank with her mind.”
“She’s not gonna hurt you.”
“She looked at me like I personally betrayed her.”
“You did survive fake marriage.”
“I survived Hydra too. Doesn’t mean I enjoyed it.”
The quinjet landed with a loud hiss, and the second the ramp began lowering, Bucky visibly tensed.
“Oh my God,” you laughed. “Relax.”
“She’s waiting out there, isn’t she?”
Bucky muttered several swear words under his breath before standing.
The cool evening air hit your face as the two of you stepped off the jet and onto the landing platform.
Wanda stood near the entrance to the Compound in a dark red jacket, arms crossed loosely over her chest. The wind moved strands of her auburn hair around her face as green eyes locked onto you instantly.
Then shifted slowly toward Bucky.
Bucky physically stopped walking.
Because Wanda looked gorgeous.
And because you knew exactly what you were about to do.
Slowly, deliberately, you walked toward her with that same teasing smile that had caused all the problems in the first place.
Wanda’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“You look very pleased with yourself,” she said as you stopped in front of her.
“I missed you too, baby.”
Behind you, Bucky made a noise of distress. “Please don’t say it like that.”
You ignored him completely, eyes fixed on Wanda’s.
“You touched his stomach.”
“That was for dramatic effect.”
You tilted your head innocently. “Were you jealous?”
Wanda stepped closer immediately.
Close enough that you could feel her warmth.
Close enough that your smirk faltered just slightly.
“Very,” she admitted softly.
That was unfairly attractive.
Behind you, Bucky quietly started backing away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Sam suddenly called from somewhere nearby.
Bucky pointed at Wanda without looking away from her. “Survival.”
Natasha laughed from the doorway where several Avengers had apparently gathered specifically to witness this reunion.
Steve looked confused. “Why are we all outside?”
“Because this is entertaining,” Sam answered.
Wanda didn’t take her eyes off you once.
“You had fun teasing me.”
You grinned. “Maybe a lot.”
Her eyebrow lifted slowly.
Still, you leaned in just enough to whisper, “You were cute when you were jealous.”
Several things happened at once.
Sam loudly yelled, “OH SHE BLUSHING—”
A burst of red energy flew behind Wanda without her even looking and slammed the door shut in his face.
“Worth it!” Sam shouted from inside.
Wanda shook her head slightly, though the corner of her mouth betrayed her with the tiniest smile.
“And yet you’re obsessed with me.”
“I wouldn’t say obsessed.”
“You threatened to remove Bucky’s arm.”
“He was touching what’s mine.”
Bucky, now halfway across the landing pad, looked horrified. “I WASN’T TOUCHING ANYTHING.”
You burst out laughing again.
Wanda finally reached up and grabbed the front of your jacket, pulling you flush against her.
Your breath caught immediately.
From playful to intense in half a second.
“You think you’re funny,” she murmured
“You kept teasing me for two days straight.”
Her eyes darkened slightly.
“That doesn’t mean you’re not in trouble.”
Your smirk returned instantly. “Oh?”
Wanda tilted her head slowly, studying your expression.
Then, without warning, she kissed you.
Hard enough to completely shut down every smart remark in your brain.
The cheering behind you was immediate.
“FINALLY,” Sam yelled through the closed door.
Natasha sounded smug. “Told you she’d crack first.”
Bucky looked deeply relieved now that Wanda was no longer looking at him like prey.
When Wanda finally pulled back, your head was spinning slightly.
“You done playing married with Barnes now?”
You stared at her for a second before grinning again.
You immediately laughed and wrapped your arms around her waist before she could retaliate.
“Kidding. Completely kidding.”
That softened her instantly.
Her hands slid up your arms as she exhaled quietly, some of the tension finally leaving her shoulders now that you were actually home.
“I missed you,” she admitted softly.
Your teasing faded for a moment as you rested your forehead against hers.
Behind you, Bucky cleared his throat awkwardly.
Wanda looked over your shoulder toward him.
Bucky straightened nervously.
Then Wanda smiled politely.
Which somehow scared him more.
“Yes,” she said calmly. “For now.”
Bucky immediately turned and walked away at full speed.
You watched him go before looking back at Wanda with another grin.
Wanda shrugged lightly before pulling you toward the Compound entrance.
“You can make it up to me inside.”
She glanced sideways at you, finally smirking back.
“You wanted my attention so badly during the mission.”
“And now?” you asked softly.
Wanda intertwined her fingers with yours.
“Now,” she murmured, “you have all of it.”
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Wanda’s hand stayed intertwined with yours the entire walk through the Compound.
Not that you were complaining.
The halls were quieter now, most of the team either back to work or pretending not to eavesdrop anymore. Though as you passed the common room, Sam immediately leaned over the back of the couch with the biggest grin imaginable.
“So,” he said, “who won the divorce?”
Wanda didn’t even slow down.
A flick of red magic sent a pillow flying directly into his face.
“You’re alive,” Wanda replied calmly.
Sam pointed dramatically at the two of you. “See? This is why I was rooting for Bucky.”
From somewhere deeper in the room, Bucky shouted, “Leave me out of this!”
You laughed harder as Wanda guided you down the hallway toward your shared room.
“You know,” you teased quietly, “I think he’s genuinely scared of you now.”
Wanda glanced sideways at you. “Good.”
“You touched his stomach.”
You grinned immediately. “You were watching closely.”
Her narrowed eyes told you everything.
The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and the second the two of you stepped inside alone, the atmosphere shifted again.
Wanda leaned back against the wall as the doors slid shut, green eyes fixed entirely on you now without distractions.
Your heartbeat picked up slightly.
“You’re staring,” you murmured.
The elevator continued upward slowly while tension curled warm and heavy between you.
“So,” you said softly, “am I forgiven?”
Wanda tilted her head slightly, considering you.
You placed a dramatic hand over your heart. “Cruel.”
“But,” she added, eyes flicking briefly to your lips, “I did miss you.”
That smile of yours softened immediately.
You reached for her waist carefully, giving her enough time to pull away if she wanted.
Instead, Wanda stepped closer until there was barely any space left between you.
“You know,” she murmured, “watching you flirt with Barnes for two days was incredibly irritating.”
You laughed quietly. “Baby—”
“And then,” she continued over you, “you kept looking directly into the cameras after doing it.”
“Maybe I wanted your attention.”
“You always have my attention.”
That warmth in her voice hit harder than you expected.
The elevator doors opened onto your floor, but neither of you moved immediately.
Wanda’s fingers slid up your arm slowly before she finally took your hand again and pulled you out into the hallway.
The walk to your room suddenly felt much shorter.
The second the door shut behind you, Wanda turned toward you fully.
The one that always made your thoughts disappear for a second.
You leaned back against the closed door with a small smirk. “You’re still doing the scary stare.”
“And you’re still teasing me.”
“It’s affectionate teasing.”
“You called Barnes your husband.”
“So you admit he was your husband.”
You burst out laughing. “Oh my God, you are never letting that go.”
She was close enough now that you could smell her perfume again, subtle and warm and entirely distracting.
Your hands settled on her waist automatically.
“You know,” you said softly, “you’re very pretty when you’re jealous.”
Wanda rolled her eyes, but a faint blush appeared anyway.
“You enjoy making me jealous far too much.”
“Only because your reactions are cute.”
“You shattered Fury’s mug.”
“You threatened Bucky’s arm.”
“He was irritating me too.”
You laughed under your breath before gently pulling her closer.
“And what if I say I only wanted you paying attention to me?”
Wanda’s expression softened almost instantly.
“You could’ve just asked.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
A quiet laugh escaped her then, and honestly, you thought you’d missed that sound most during the mission.
Her hands slid up your shoulders before resting behind your neck.
“You’re lucky I love you,” she whispered.
You smiled immediately. “Very.”
Wanda kissed you again then — slower this time, less heated teasing and more relief.
Relief that you were home.
Relief that she could finally touch you instead of glaring at surveillance footage.
You melted into her without hesitation, your arms tightening around her waist as she smiled softly against your lips.
When she pulled back slightly, her forehead rested against yours.
“No more fake marriages for a while,” she murmured.
You grinned. “Aw, baby, are you worried someone else might fall in love with me?”
Wanda’s eyes flickered red briefly.
“I’m worried you enjoy being a menace.”
She shook her head fondly before taking your hand and leading you farther into the room.
And this time, neither of you were interrupted by comms, missions, or terrified super soldiers.
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The second you finished speaking, Wanda’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Aww,” you teased with a grin as she walked toward you slowly, “am I gonna get punished, mami?”
That was absolutely the wrong thing to say.
Red chaos magic immediately wrapped around your waist before you could even pretend to escape.
You barely had time to laugh before Wanda tossed you backward onto the bed.
You landed against the mattress with a surprised gasp, still grinning like an idiot while Wanda stood at the edge of the bed staring down at you.
“You think you’re very funny,” she said calmly.
“You spent two days tormenting me.”
“You were cute when you were jealous.”
Wanda climbed onto the bed slowly, one knee settling beside your thigh as she leaned over you.
“Still jealous?” you asked innocently.
Her hands planted on either side of your head.
You looked up at her through your lashes. “You know,” you murmured teasingly, “watching you threaten Bucky was incredibly attractive.”
A reluctant laugh escaped her despite herself.
“And you liked that too.”
You bit your lip, pretending to think about it. “Maybe a little.”
Wanda shook her head slowly, amusement finally starting to break through her stern expression.
“You’re impossible to discipline.”
“Oh?” you teased softly. “You saying you’ve tried?”
That blush creeping onto Wanda’s cheeks was immediate.
“There it is,” you whispered proudly. “My pretty girl.”
“You need to stop talking.”
Wanda stared at you for exactly two seconds before grabbing your wrists and pinning them gently above your head.
Your breath caught immediately.
Her green eyes locked onto yours, glowing faintly red around the edges now.
“You’re trouble,” she murmured.
Something in your expression softened at that.
Underneath all the teasing and flirting and chaos, moments like this always got to you — when Wanda looked at you like you were the center of her universe.
Because somehow, unbelievably, you were.
You tugged lightly against her grip just enough to make her raise an eyebrow.
Your grin returned instantly. “Obsessed.”
Wanda rolled her eyes before leaning down close enough for her nose to brush yours.
“You kissed another woman’s wife.”
You burst out laughing. “Oh my God, we are still on that?”
“You called him your husband multiple times.”
“It was commitment to the role.”
“You stroked his stomach.”
“I was monitoring the mission.”
Wanda narrowed her eyes again.
Then suddenly her expression turned thoughtful.
“What?” you asked immediately.
“You know,” she said slowly, “I think next mission I should go undercover with Natasha.”
Now it was Wanda’s turn to smirk.
“She flirts with everybody!”
“And you flirt with Barnes.”
“That was tactical flirting.”
Wanda laughed softly at your outrage, clearly pleased she’d finally managed to flip the situation on you.
You pointed accusingly at her. “You’re evil.”
She was completely right.
Your dramatic glare lasted about three seconds before Wanda leaned down and kissed you again, effectively ending the argument.
Not that either of you really wanted it to end anyway.
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After that night, the teasing between you and Wanda never really stopped.
If anything, it got worse.
Bucky learned very quickly never to volunteer for undercover couple missions with you ever again.
The second Fury even suggested it during a later briefing, Bucky stood up immediately.
Fury blinked. “I didn’t even finish the sentence.”
Sam nearly fell out of his chair laughing while you hid your grin behind Wanda’s shoulder.
Wanda, meanwhile, looked entirely too pleased with herself.
But despite all the jealousy, teasing, and chaos, one thing changed after that mission.
Wanda got softer with you afterward.
Not in private — she’d always been soft with you when nobody else was around.
No, now she stopped pretending not to be affectionate in front of everyone else too.
A kiss against your temple while passing you coffee in the kitchen.
Her fingers brushing yours during meetings.
Pulling you close by your jacket just to press a quick kiss to your lips before missions.
“You’re staring again,” Natasha commented one afternoon from the couch.
Across the room, Wanda was indeed staring at you while you talked with Steve.
Wanda ignored Natasha completely.
The second you glanced her way and smiled, she immediately walked over, took your face in both hands, and kissed you right in front of everyone.
Sam made a loud gagging noise.
“You’re single,” Wanda replied without even looking at him.
You burst out laughing while Sam looked personally attacked.
It became normal after that.
Wanda kissing you whenever she walked past you in the hallways.
Kissing your cheek while you cooked together.
Kissing your forehead when you fell asleep on the common room couch.
Kissing you just because she could.
And every single time, she’d look at you afterward with that same soft expression that still made your chest ache.
Like she still couldn’t quite believe you were hers.
One evening, you were sitting together on the balcony outside your room, your legs draped over Wanda’s lap while the sunset painted the Compound gold and orange.
You looked over from your book just in time to catch Wanda already staring at you again.
You smirked immediately. “What?”
“You’re doing the thing.”
Wanda rolled her eyes fondly before leaning forward and kissing you once more.
Completely unfair to your heartbeat.
When she pulled back, you smiled softly against her lips.
“You know,” you murmured, “for someone who got jealous over one fake mission husband…”
Wanda narrowed her eyes immediately.
You laughed before she could interrupt.
“…you’re actually very cute about it now.”
Her expression softened again almost instantly.
“I just like reminding you.”
Wanda brushed her nose gently against yours.
You’d let her kiss you a thousand times a day if it meant hearing her say things like that forever.
