(Y/N) sighed, tucking her phone back into her purse. She couldn’t believe she’d been stood up, especially after Wanda had so insisted that this date wasn’t a prank or to humiliate her.
Wanda Maximoff was one of the most well known girls at their school, incredibly popular and absolutely brilliant. So it came as a shock when Wanda had asked her out.
She shivered, and started the walk back home. She hadn’t realized quite how cold it was going to get before she left, but now she definitely wished she had brought a coat with her.
(Y/N) startled when a clattering of a trash can came from behind her. She whirled around, eyes wide and ready to run if need be. She relaxed a fraction at seeing who it was, “scarlet witch?” She exclaimed, confused, as to why she would be here.
Wanda hesitated, “uh, hey, I just, well, I noticed you seemed cold, so here,” she said, holding out her hoodie.
(Y/n) furrowed her brows, “thank you, but how am I supposed to get this back to you?” She asked, taking the coat, and slipping it around her shoulders, taking a moment to appreciate the warmth. The hoodie had a certain smell to it, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint it.
Wanda offered her a smile, “well, why don’t I walk you home? That way I can make sure you got home safe,” she offered. She glanced down at (y/n)’s hands, “your hands look awfully cold too, why don’t I help you with that too,” she said, grinning at her as she reached out and linked their fingers together lightly. “Why are you walking home alone so late anyways?”
(Y/n) threw her head back with laughter at the attempt to flirt, it felt nice especially after the night she’d had. She sighed, “I was supposed to be going out with this girl from my school tonight, Wanda, but I guess she ditched me,” she said. “It sucks, I’ve always really liked her but I think it was just a joke for her,” she muttered.
Wanda’s eyes widened, “oh well I’m sure she has her reasons for not showing up,” she exclaimed. “But are you sure that she stood you up? Maybe she thought it was on Friday?”
(Y/n) arched an eyebrow, “it is Friday.”
Wanda cursed, “are you sure?” She asked. She didn’t realize how far they had walked until (y/n) came to a stop in front of an apartment building.
(Y/n) offered her one last smile, “thanks again, you’re my hero,” she said, teasing lightly, taking off the jacket and handing it back to the other woman.
Wanda hesitated, “(y/n), wait,” she called, reaching out and grabbing her arm.
(Y/n) turned back, a slight frown crossing her face, “how do you know my name?” She asked.
Wanda sighed, “okay, don’t freak out,” she said, reaching up, and after a moment of hesitation, slid her mask off her face.
“I’m so sorry that I missed our date! It’s just, I thought it was Thursday, honestly, I got distracted and completely forgot and I-“
(Y/n) cut Wanda off by stepping forward, cupping her face gently, and pressing her lips to Wanda’s. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re absolutely adorable when you ramble?” She asked softly.
Wanda laughed lightly, and rubbed the back of her neck, “well uh, no,” she said, smiling, she was in shock, she certainly hadn’t expected to tell (y/n) who she was, much less for anything else to happen. “How about I take you out this weekend, for real this time?” She said.
