#antwitch

[lesbiansassemble]

Antwitch and Scarletvision

antwitch - i’ve read a good fic with this ship before, and it did make me ship it, but it’s not one of my otp’s

scarletvision - i respect this ship and i can see why many may ship it, but it’s not really my thing. i do think they share some brilliant moments together though, but in my opinion it felt a bit rushed and forced in the mcu, but i suppose that’s mostly due to time constraints.

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, buzzardonic!

July 4 - AntWitch "Don't turn your back on me!" for @buzzardonic

Written by @ozhawkauthor

“That was a goddamn crazy thing to do!” Wanda hardly recognized the voice coming out of her own mouth. She tried not to lose her temper, tried not to scream and shout; it was important for her control over her powers to keep her emotions on an even keel. “You promised you weren’t going to go giant any more!”

Scott winced. Wanda had seen him after the airport battle in Hamburg, seen what going giant did to him. It had taken two days for him to get back on his feet that time.

“Hank and I did quite a bit more work on the regulator,” he tried to pacify Wanda. “It’s a lot more stable now.”

“It is more stable!” She threw her hands up expressively. “Scott, it is a piece of technology so strange that Stark and Banner run away when Hank Pym starts talking about the mathematics! And you, you are inside this thing…”

“Are you crying?” Scott said incredulously.

Wanda spun away from him.

“Hey, hey, don’t turn your back on me! Wanda!” He reached out and grabbed her arm, gently but firmly pulling her back to face him. “What’s going on, Wanda? Why are you so stressed out about this? Going giant isn’t that different to going small in terms of the quantum mechanics, it’s just more visible… oh my God, you really are crying.” She was trying to hide her face behind her hair, but she couldn’t hide the watery droplets that fell from her pointed little chin to splatter on his wrist. “Oh God, Wanda.” Horrified and unsure what to do, Scott pulled her closer and hugged her. She put her arms around him and hugged him back, pressing her face against his chest and sniffling into his shirt.

He’d never seen her cry before. She was incandescent in battle and stonily silent in grief during the mopping-up afterwards; tears were not something he’d thought Wanda Maximoff capable of. Seeing them shed because of him was almost more than he could bear.

“Don’t cry, hon. Please don’t cry. I wouldn’t use the suit unless it was safe, y’know, I have every intention of living a long life aggravating the crap out of all the other Avengers by being far too irreverent…”

She pinched him.

Scott yelped. “What was that for?”

“Because you are blind!”

“I’m not blind, I can see that you’re upset, though I still don’t know why...”

“Ugh!” Wanda reached up and grabbed his face between her two small hands, reached up, and planted a kiss on him.

“Oh.”

Suddenly quite a lot of things made sense.

“I… see.”

“Do you? I thought I was going to have to plant a suggestion in your mind.”

Scott winced. Maybe he had been being a bit obtuse. Looking back, Wanda had done everything but whack him over the head with a clue stick, over the last few months. But then, she wasn’t much more than half his age, and the most beautiful woman he knew…

“Am I really?” A pleased little smile curved her lips.

“If you picked that thought out of my mind, you know it’s the truth. And you also know what else I’m thinking about right now.”

Wanda blushed, but she also giggled and wrapped her arms around Scott’s neck. “Being swept off my feet and carried off to bed sounds delightful.”

[ozhawkauthor]

Happy Birthday, doccd23414!

July 21 - "I don't like being told what to do unless I'm naked" AntWitch for @doccd23414

He might be the newest Avenger, but he was getting well and truly sick of being treated like the new kid at school. Scott grudgingly admitted that Sam might - might - be somewhat justified in his hazing, but there was no way that the rest of them had any cause. Especially not Wanda, ten years his junior!

And especially not in a goddamned text message she’d sent him, two hours after he finally got to sleep after an exhausting day of training, saying “Kitchen. Now.”

Dragging on a pair of sweatpants - fuck it, he wasn’t going to bother getting properly dressed for whatever bullshit she was about to pull on him - he stormed grumpily off towards the kitchen.

“For the record,” he leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms across his chest, “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.”

Wanda turned from the stove, arching a delicate eyebrow at him, raking her eyes up and down his body. “Well, you’re not far off, so you can strip completely if you like and then I’ll tell you what the problem is.”

Scott blinked at her, confused. “What? What problem?”

“Scott, there are ants in the kitchen. Ants. You know, the ones you can talk to. I found them invading the sugar. You don’t want to know what Clint is like in the mornings if there is no sugar to put in his coffee, trust me, you really don’t, so be a darling and get rid of them before he decides to punch your head in?”

He followed her pointing finger to the trail of ants coming in from the window and along the kitchen counter.

“Oh.”

It wasn’t a prank. Wanda was doing all of them a huge favour. Scott had seen Clint in the morning before his coffee and that was ugly enough.

“I’ll be right back.” Returning a minute later with his EMP communication device in his ear, he mentally ordered the ants out of the kitchen and declared it out of bounds unless he called them. They weren’t happy. He promised a delivery of sugar in the morning.

Wanda watched as the ants streamed back outside, abandoning their feast. “Thanks,” she told Scott as he took the earpiece out.

“You’re welcome. Anything to keep Clint from getting on my case even more than he already does,” Scott said with a sigh. Only then did he notice the delicious smell in the kitchen. “Damn, what’s that awesome smell?”

“Brownies,” picking up oven mitts, she opened up the stove and slid out a freshly baked, steaming hot tray. “I couldn’t sleep and wanted something sweet.”

“Oh,” Scott stood transfixed, staring at the delicious chocolatey goodness as she set the tray down on the counter. “I will do absolutely anything you want if you let me have some of those,” he offered.

“Well,” Wanda looked up at him, an amused little smile quirking her lips. “You did make that offer to get naked.”

[ozhawkauthor]

Happy Birthday, pomerqueen!

July 20 - "Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?" AntWitch, for @pomerqueen

Occurs just after the ‘van’ scene in Civil War. Someone pointed out in a Tumblr post that they all changed from their ‘civilian’ clothes into their ‘suits’ at some point between leaving the van and the actual fight.

Of course, Steve told Wanda that she should change in the van. She didn’t care all that much, they’d all seen her quick-change before - well, all except Bucky who was standing scowling off into the distance anyway, and the new guy. Scott.

Who was looking in her direction with a bit of a goofy grin on his face, so she shrugged, got into the van, grabbed the bag Scott had brought with him and threw it at him. He caught it with a surprised smile as she slammed the door shut.

She didn’t really have to change to fight at all. But as Steve liked to say “You gonna fight a war, you gotta wear a uniform” so she slipped her skirt off quickly and pulled on some trousers, changed her plain black jacket for her favourite red leather one.Opening the van door - it was stuffy in there, with the aircon off! - she sat down on the edge of the floor to lace her boots.

Scott’s suit was apparently nearly as complicated as Steve’s to put on, because he only had his pants and boots on. Wanda paused, transfixed, staring. He looked pretty ordinary in regular clothes, but out of them - well, he was a very nice sight, lean and fit, nicely muscled, dark hair curling on his chest and tapering down to a fine happy trail across his abs.She found herself mourning a little bit as he pulled the dark red and black jacket on, fastening the seals.

Scott caught Wanda watching him, gave her an uncertain little smile. Her reputation was a little scary to say the least, but in person she looked so young and sweet. She smiled back at him and he took a step closer, intending to speak to her, when she spoke first.

“So, apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

Wanda wanted to kick herself when she saw the astonished look on Scott’s face - and Clint, behind him, turning to laugh silently at her for the awful line.

Scott blinked, astonished. She thinks I’m sexy? Puffing his chest up a little, he opened his mouth and said “I’m Ant-Man!”

Instantly he was assailed with an awful doubt. Shit, she won’t have heard of me either and I’m going to make myself look like a total idiot… but Wanda’s face was blossoming into a delighted smile.

“Oh! That’s why Sam called you Tic Tac! Of course you are, I’ve heard so much about you!”

Scott felt about fifty feet tall as he walked shoulder to shoulder with Clint and Wanda down to the tarmac. And when he actually was fifty feet tall, he heard Wanda whooping with excitement, cheering his name.

He missed the end of the fight due to being completely unconscious. He woke up in a white cell with his suit gone.

It wasn’t until Cap came to break them out that Scott found out what had been done to Wanda. He ripped the straitjacket off her with his bare hands, unfastened the shock collar and threw it hard across the room. Wanda was still shaking, looking up at them from eyes glassy with terror, and it was the hardest thing Scott had ever had to do, to stand aside and let Clint, Clint who she trusted and saw as a father figure, lift her up and carry her gently out.

It was about four weeks later, in Wakanda’s bright sunshine, when she turned to him and smiled with a hint of that youthful sweetness he’d seen on their first meeting and said;

“So I hear you have a daughter. Won’t you tell me about her?”

Secure in the knowledge that Cassie would be on her way to visit very soon, Scott grinned and admitted “She’s how I know all about you. Last Hallowe’en I had to take her trick-or-treating in a Scarlet Witch outfit!”

Steve and Clint, walking in the garden not too far away, both froze with shock on hearing Wanda’s peal of laughter, before grinning at each other, high-fiving and carrying on their way.

[ozhawkauthor]

wasn't it super adorable that in the middle of fanboying about captain america, scott looked back and fanboyed about scarlet witch too? omg what do you wanna bet cassie is in love with scarlet witch and wanda comes to meet her and it's super adorable pls write fic pls

YES. I don’t know if you missed it but I did write a Scott/Wanda short, based on that exact moment after I saw it in a trailer? But yes, I totally want Cassie thinking Wanda is the BEST Avenger. Scott has hunted down every bit of Scarlet Witch merch ever made and probably badgered Kurt, Luis and Dave into helping him steal prototypes that were never produced by toy companies too :D

[deputy-ajay-ghale]

ScarletVision was cute and fluffy, but I’m still freaking out that she called Sam by his first name (is it my poor hearing or did her accent make it sound like how you pronounce Spam?) instead of Falcon or Wilson, Steve comes into her room unannounced and sits down to talk with her, Steve also tells General Ross to shut the fuck up and you-better-not-be-looking-for-Bruce-or-I-will-tell-Nat-to-strangle-you-with-her-thighs, Clint is the one who rescue her from house arrest and he totally knew without a doubt she’d use her powers to save him from Vision, Scott telling her she’s great and she fucking smiled, her saving Team Cap’s asses and they all lowkey have a crush on her now.

[ozhawkauthor]

Inspired by the Civil War trailer you can see here, and specifically by the moment at about the 30-second mark where Wanda makes THAT face.

I couldn’t help myself. So here’s a Scott/Wanda Crackship Short, Not Such A Smooth Criminal.