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Title: Kitchen Disaster
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Romantic) Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Romantic)
Summary: in which Wanda falls in love with the unexpected sides of the women she adores the most
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff. Mentions of Violence.
Reader Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 1,393 words
Author's Note: Here's a little something to celebrate my rise from the dead. This isn't my best work, and this came to me in a dream. Wrote this whole ass fic with my eyes still droopy with sleep. I missed you all, life is a bitch.
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Wanda was appalled.
It wasn't very long since she entered a relationship with you and Natasha, yet every day she seemed to find herself in a perpetual state of either surprise or exasperation.
Now, don't get her wrong, she adores the both of you. But there's only so much she can take. She's adored the both of you ever since she joined the Avengers. She loved the synergy and chemistry you both have. Two of the world's greatest spies who initially came from rival groups but still under hydra, now working together as wives. She adored how gentle you were when she was grieving the loss of everything she had and knew. She adored how fierce Natasha was when she protected the both of you on a mission. She adored how you both cuddled into her on the day she accidentally heard Natasha's as well as your stray thoughts about loving her.
Since then, she started to see things in a different light. She noticed how you seem to know her favorite store bought snacks, how you seem to just know whether she wants coffee or tea, whether she wants it iced or hot, whether she likes peppermint creamer or milk. She noticed how you paid extra attention to the sitcoms she suggests on movie night, how your hands inched closer to hers before seemingly stopping in their tracks. She paid extra attention to the way you looked at Natasha when she walked into the room, how both your eyes seem to follow her movement, how you both seem to stick to each other a little more every time she's near.
She then began noticing Natasha, how she goes a little gentler every training, how she shows her that little smirk whenever she manages to land a hit on Natasha, how every after training Natasha ruffles her hair as if she's a kid with that playful yet gentle look in her eyes before strutting out of the training area to find you. She observes how despite their rocky meeting, Natasha makes an effort to get to know her, how she quietly listens to her talk about her life, how she often has her eyes on her during dangerous missions, how she makes her the most delightful peanut butter and jelly sandwiches after a particularly hard assignment.
She's noticed the both of you in a different light entirely. She didn't fall in love with the greatest spies in the world, she fell in love with two disasters.
As time passed, with the three of you spending more and more time together, she noticed cracks in both of y'all's tough persona. She noticed how you seem to go through a lot of cups and mugs because you always seem to shatter them at every turn. She noticed how Natasha puts an absurdly unhealthy amount of sugar in her black coffee. She noticed how your eye twitches whenever someone pisses you off which is always followed by Natasha's hand slotting into yours. She noticed how Natasha carries your bags despite grumbling about it. She noticed how you seem to always over apply lotion and sunscreen on your body which in turn makes you feel sticky all day.
It all made sense, and the moment Wanda gathered her courage, she confessed to you both under the stars.
“Just to be clear, you're not pushing me off the roof, right Wands? Cause if yes, I have to have my grappling hook ready.” You teased her, helping Natasha with the blanket and pillows in order for the three of you to stargaze
“You suck at grappling hooks.” Natasha deadpans, setting the various store bought treats beside the blanket you both prepare
“At least I didn't get poisoned by my own ammo.” You shoot back, sticking your tongue out at Natasha as you light the candle.
“Okay kids, no bickering.” Wanda chuckled, her eyes playfully glowing her signature crimson hue.
“This is an intellectual reminiscing.” Natasha smirks, laying down on the blanket first, claiming her usual position on the left side.
“You're such a poser.” You chuckled at Natasha, who looked like she's posing for a playboy photoshoot.
“I do not pose.” She exclaims, rolling her eyes at you.
You simply sent a smirk her way before settling down on the blanket yourself, fluffing your pillow before completely laying down, patting the space between you and Nat.
Wanda smiles, effortlessly laying down between the both of you, smiling wider when she feels the warmth you both radiated despite the night air being bitingly cold. The three of you sat in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the city and each other’s breathing while admiring the stars above.
“I love you.” Wanda suddenly blurts out, the nervous tone in her voice cutting through the serene atmosphere you all created
“Which one?”
“Finally.”
You and Natasha answered together. Your answer makes Natasha prop herself up using her elbows to look at you incredulously.
“That's the first thing you say? Really?” She asks on Wanda's behalf, looking at you with furrowed brows.
Wanda chuckles as you pull her closer, hiding your reddening face behind her back, your fingers digging into her waist.
“Wanda, Natasha is bullying me” Your words are muffled by Wanda's back, yet your words are clear as day to both women.
“You deserve it.” Natasha huffs
“She doesn't, she's just shy.” Wanda replies, having read your mind
“She's a spy!”
“AHA!” You suddenly sprang up to your feet, quickly pulling out your phone and pointing your flashlight to Natasha, grinning widely at the red tint that threatened to spread across her cheeks.
“You're so dead."
Since then, your relationship has been relatively smooth sailing. It was nothing like Wanda dreamed of in her childhood. There was no dramatic background music, nor were there birds that suddenly appeared, yet there was the signature whirlwind of emotions that came with falling in love. There was no burst of colors, nor was there a blurring of surroundings, but there was an endless amount of handwritten letters, handmade gifts, expensive gifts, and most of all, kisses.
Yet, the one thing that irks Wanda the most, was the ungodly amount of take out you both consume. She's kept her mouth shut about it, yet there's only so much takeout she can take.
One night she snapped. Which led her to discover the horrifying truth.
“Why, my love? We were taught how to kill, not cook.” You calmly said, shoving a dumpling in your mouth
“PB and J are always a welcome option” Natasha chimes in before biting into her spring roll
“There's only so much Peanut Butter and Jelly I can take, darling. Given that we've tried different brands of PB and different kinds of J, but still.”
Oh. Wanda thinks to herself, all the pieces finally fall into place. Suddenly, all the take out and store bought desserts make sense.
“How are you both alive?” She mutters, already feeling a headache coming.
“It's probably the super soldier serum.” You replied munching on the fried rice before trying to steal Natasha's spring roll, only to be met with a flying chopstick that you dodged with ease
Wanda then took a piece of Natasha's spring roll, peacefully munching on it, enjoying the betrayal on your face.
You lunged at her for a kiss, savoring the taste of her mixed with Natasha's spring roll. Soon enough, you found yourself on Wanda's lap, her hands splayed possessively on your hips as you passionately kissed.
“Really? Right in front of my Kani Salad?” You both hear Natasha complain, pulling away as Wanda tugs Natasha in for a kiss, with you peppering soft kisses on Wanda's neck
"I love you."
Since then she has cooked for the both of you whenever she can. She's learned her lesson after you both set the kitchen on fire the second she looks away to search for an ingredient. She lectured the both of you for an hour before effectively banning you from the kitchen.
So yes, Wanda is and probably always will be in a perpetual state of surprise and exasperation for as long as she lives, for even though she adores the two greatest spies in this world, she's in love with two disasters who can't seem to even boil an egg.