Hey are you taking requests? If so could you maybe do a werewolf reader imprinting on Wanda to keep her protected not realizing that in doing so wanda has now been made aware of how you feel for her through the connection you’ve now forged? Please
If you’re not taking requests then that’s okay I thank you for all the ones you’ve written and I’ve read ☺️
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: none. maybe secretlyneedy!reader.
Note: hnngg. no words.
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Wanda rubbed her neck absentmindedly. The area you bit her was still tender, stirring when anything even grazed it.
The feeling was severe, like a grave reminder of what you have shackled them to in return for keeping Wanda safe. It was sudden, but Wanda couldn't see herself surviving the attack despite her magic.
And, well, it warded off other werewolves.
Still, Wanda felt guilty for making you enter into something you've always been clear you didn't want.
Imprinting was a choice in the way you could choose whether or not to bite someone to bond with. You were adamant that it wasn't something you wanted, but now, you'd never really have the choice if you found someone to love.
You've always been stiff around Wanda. Always willing to defend her in battle or help her when she needed it, but stoic. You always commented about her dark circles or messy hair, which occasionally made Wanda somewhat self-conscious.
It was just—ill-matched.
And now, you've been avoiding her.
The bite seemed to be getting tenderer the longer you stayed away.
You must hate her.
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Mine.
Wanda felt strange today. She was slightly uncomfortable—nervous, really, with you lingering wherever she was. Wanda knew it was because you knew that being apart too long would affect the bond with it being so new, so you were probably also gritting your teeth through this.
Yet, Wanda's been shifting the last couple of hours. Her body feels—weird. Something overwhelming was wafting through her, akin to a glass that was too full.
"Are you hungry?" You asked as you got up.
"Uh," Wanda's toes curled. "A little."
You didn't reply to her answer as you grabbed a few things from the fridge and started prepping.
"Do you need help?" Wanda got up and walked to you, sitting at the kitchen island.
You looked up, locking eyes with her.
Pretty.
Wanda clenched her teeth and blushed.
Your nose flared a little, only causing Wanda to blush harder.
Mine.
You looked away.
This was the strange, uncomfortable feeling.
Wanda didn't know how the bond exactly worked. It wasn't something you discussed, and Wanda's been too nervous to ask. She knew the conversation would need to happen soon, but asking seemed so—ludicrous.
Wanda felt things, intense things, every time she looked at you. Things would suddenly enter her mind like pretty, mine, never going to hurt you, happy, so happy—it was overwhelming.
But whenever Wanda looked at you, you looked the same as ever.
Stoic.
Intense but guarded eyes.
It only ever happened when you were around.
It was curious, that's all.
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Once you explained the bond to Wanda, strangely skirting around certain elements, Wanda understood.
There's an aspect of sharing that could be opened both ways, but it could also be shut, which you were doing.
Or so you thought.
It was just a test at first.
Wanda just wanted to know.
So, she held your hand.
You stiffened, tensing at the feel of her palm and fingers.
But you quietly allowed it.
You still commented about her dark circles and messy hair, but now Wanda could feel the concern behind it. She could feel the desperation to help and fix it.
You always took what Wanda gave, greedily appreciating it, just toeing the line for more. If Wanda held your hand, you caressed her palm and her fingers. Your fingers were soft, and when you stroked her inner wrist, it sent tingles throughout her body.
The hand massages you gave were too erogenous.
Did Wanda shackle you to something you didn't want, or had she saved you from condemning yourself to solitary?
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Wanda only knew for sure when she kissed you.
You tried to back away at first, but Wanda pulled you closer.
"I want this," Wanda mumbled against your lips. " I want you."
And then, it was like whatever you held back broke out with a vengeance.
You kissed her over and over, kissing her hungrily like you were starved. You pulled her close, tense and tight, like you were afraid she would disappear.
And then, you started talking.
"Mine," you kiss. "So pretty."
It caught Wanda off guard.
"Mine. You're so perfect." Your hands were doing things to her again. "I'll keep you safe, I swear. I'm so happy. So, so happy," you said between kisses, and Wanda is trying to not get swept up by you.
"Hey," Wanda whispers, and you kiss her again. "Hey, it's okay."
It's consoling, the way she says it, and you pause to look at her, and whatever wall you put up against the bond falls, and Wanda's overwhelmed again.
It was like when she first felt strange, and now she knew it was you. You couldn't even keep up a wall to avoid sharing your feelings because it was bleeding through.
"I'm sorry," you bury your face into her neck, "but you didn't know and I need you to know."
"I know," Wanda massages the back of your neck, feeling her bite warm. "You're not very good at hiding."
You pulled back to look at Wanda again, assessing her face.
Stoic, but Wanda knew better now.
It was a raw, unrelenting fire.
You tangle your fingers in her messy hair. "So pretty," you muttered again before pulling her close, and Wanda enjoyed the burn.
Warnings: flirty!reader. packmule!Vision. Steve is enlightened. Tony said absolutely not.
Note: cutecutecutecutecutecute
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"Hold on!" Natasha calls to the group. "I think Wanda and Bucky sprained their ankles."
You turn from chatting with Pepper as you look back at them, sitting up from the ground and grabbing their ankles.
It seems they had a bit of a tumble as they both tripped over a large root in the ground. Bucky tried to buffer Wanda from hitting her head on a rock, but it resulted in them spraining their ankles.
Everyone begins to walk towards them, and you can tell they're embarrassed by the sudden attention.
"Are you okay?" Vision asks with concern, mostly to just Wanda. "Can you make it the rest of the way back? There's only a little left."
Steve is looking around at everyone frowning. Everyone was carrying some sort of backpack or hiking gear.
"Four of us can help them walk if they put their arm around us and hop."
"I'm fine; it just stings a little. I just need to rest it a bit before I can keep going," Bucky says, but he looks to Wanda to see how she's doing.
"Um," Wanda feels around her swollen ankle, wincing. "I think maybe just one person is fine if I can lean on them and hop. You guys don't have to wait for us."
"You don't want to wait too long," Tony comments. "It'll get dark soon, but if we head back first, we can maybe see if the ranger has a driving cart of some sort to come back and get you if it hurts too much."
You roll your eyes with a sigh as you move to take off Wanda's backpack, tossing it towards Vision, scrambling to catch it.
"What are you—" He starts to say, but you smile sickeningly sweet at him.
"I'm sure you'd be more than happy to carry her stuff, aren't you? You're welcome."
You look down at Wanda with a quirk of your brow, amused at how she's landed herself in such a predicament when it was meant to be a leisurely hike.
"What are you—" Wanda starts to say as you hook your arm under the back of her knees, your other arm at her back, and begin to lift.
"It's a good thing the rest of the way is a straight path," you chuckle.
"You don't have to, I must be heavy," Wanda blushes, but she's already wrapping her arms around your neck.
Bless that tree root.
"And leave you to be eaten by the bears and wolves? Perish the thought," You give her a crooked smile. "With how light you are, they'd probably have to hunt some poor bunnies to fill up."
You're already making your way back as everyone gapes at you.
"What about me!?" Bucky shouts after you.
You don't even look back as you yell back, "Do I look like your boyfriend? Ask Steve to carry you!"
Steve looks enlightened as he takes off Bucky's backpack, looking at Tony, who grimaces at him.
"Don't even think about it, Rogers. I won't be your pack mule as you play hero with your boyfriend. Over my dead body!"
Note: and wanda never came home hurt from a mission again :-)
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"You're getting more reckless."
Wanda doesn't respond to your comment. She doesn't move from her seat on the cot, and you sigh as you grab the medical kit. There's a large cut right above her eyebrow, the blood has crusted over for the most part, and you try not to wonder how long she had to wait until she could get here.
You sit in front of her on a stool, carefully moving closer to her. Wanda looks at the ground rather than at you, her hands resting lifelessly in her lap.
You start to clean the cut, and Wanda winces at the sting. You blow as lightly—gently—as you can because she deserves that. Wanda deserves some gentleness in her life.
It's too soon, you think. They're making her work missions too soon after she's just lost Pietro. You wonder if they're trying to punish her for what she did before she defected to the Avenger's side.
It's silent as you take care of Wanda.
"I wish you'd take care of yourself a little more," you whisper as you finish bandaging the cut and begin to look at the smaller ones littered across her face.
"Does it really matter? It gets the job done, and no one else complains." Wanda's voice is passive, and when you look into her eyes, they're hard, as if warning you to stay away. Stay out because she can't let anyone else in.
"Yes," you push forward, unable to leave Wanda alone. "Because I still wait for you to come home. Because you know that I have to be the one to look after you—and I will because I want to, Wanda."
Your own voice is stiff as well as if to hide how hurt you feel by Wanda's carelessness with herself. But you can't hide all of it as you look at her face, tears ushering to the edge of your eyes.
"You must know how frightening it is to wait for someone and pray they come back unharmed," you swallow harshly, gripping the fabric of your pants tightly before looking away. "You may feel like you have no one else to lose, but that's not the case for me."
The room falls silent, stretching onto something painful and hollowing. A part of you thinks you should give up, but you can't. You could never—
Wanda places her warm hands over yours, and you loosen your grip. She lifts them, holding them together as she brings her forehead to them. Her hold is tight, almost painful, but it's somehow so reassuring.
"I'm sorry."
Her voice is stiff and coarse, perhaps because she's trying to hold back her own tears.
"I'm sorry," she repeats before hesitantly kissing your fingers. "I won't do it again."
You have to swallow something harsh down because you think you might choke on a sob if you let it out.
You adjust and hold her hand back, your thumb brushing over her lips.
"Hold on, move your shoulder a little—just like that. Great job!"
Wanda watched below from the bleachers with a tilt of her head. You were helping the new girl on your team do some sets and spiking practice.
It was a common occurrence. You were the volleyball captain, after all. Wanda watched all your practices and games, and there was always someone on your team you had to help out.
But what caused Wanda to frown was how the new girl blushed happily at your help. The way she leaned into your touch and shyly turned to ask if she was doing it right was what caused Wanda to narrow her eyes.
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"Wanda, we can't—"
"You're gonna tell me no when you've already soaked my fingers?" Wanda quirked her brow at you as she dragged her fingers against the length of you, fingers circling your clit.
Your breath hitched as you fought to stay up right on your elbow.
"We're still in the gym, anyone could walk in on us," you hissed at her, trying to get her to stop but Wanda didn't seem to care.
"The gym's closed now and you're the person responsible to clean and lock up," Wanda grinned as she leaned in and captured your lips in a slow kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip.
"Yeah, me and—"
"The new girl? She went to grab you some water, right?" Wanda hummed. "What was her name again?"
You were going to answer but your mind was drawing a blank as Wanda's slender fingers slipped in, pumping in a steady rhythm.
"Can't even remember her name, huh?" Wanda chuckled throatily.
"Harder," you breathed.
Wanda smiled as she didn't tease you for once and did exactly as you asked.
"She was acting all cute for you today, crushing on you, and you can't even remember her name. That's so mean of you, miláčik," Wanda pressed a kisses against the side of your neck. "Guess she should know that I'm the only person that matters to you, isn't that right?"
Wanda slowed her fingers just a beat and you were already muttering how right your girlfriend was just to make sure she didn't stop. Wanda praised you and resumed her rhythm, relishing in your sweet noises. She drew her head back, looking just slightly to the side, smirking at the spectator, who held two water bottles.
wanda sucking the power out of america but also not being able to choose between the power and saving y/n? thank you, I love your fics/
interesting that you want to be in a position where Wanda might not choose you 👀
warnings: angst
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It was a deadlock.
Power.
America.
Strange.
You.
"Let America go!" Strange threatened as he held you tightly in his grip, using his powers to suffocate you. "Stop this now, Wanda! Or I will kill her."
It was so unlike Strange, Wanda thought. This was something he would never do, it went against his morality. But perhaps this is what he becomes once he's been backed into a corner—and Wanda might as well have been holding a knife to his throat when she backed him into it
But the power flowing into her was like a drug—a high that she wouldn't be able to get anywhere else. The only thing that made it better was knowing she was so close to her boys.
You coughed, gasping desperately and Wanda stuttered.
"Wanda..." you barely managed to make out, clawing at Strange's grip.
Wanda looked at you and she almost dropped America right then and there. You were the singular light in this world and she could see this world dimming for her slowly, succumbing to the dark.
This wasn't the plan. They were supposed to traverse together, somewhere knew where they could have everything they wanted.
"Wanda!" Strange yelled at her. "I will do it!"
Weakness.
Strange was doing this because he knew. Wanda was sure the sorcerer would let you go if she let the young girl go. He was a hero, and even if he killed you, who had done nothing evil, he'd still be a hero.
Choose.
Choose.
Choose.
A new universe or you.
Power.
You.
Happiness.
You.
There's a moment that you lock eyes with Wanda, and despite Strange slowly killing you, there's nothing that makes the air leave your lungs faster than seeing the look in Wanda's eyes.
You were a singular light.
But it wasn't enough.
Wanda can't live in a world where the only light she gets is the same as if living under a streetlight. Not when there's a universe where she could live under the sun.
"I'm sorry," Wanda's lips trembled.
"I...know..." you breathed out, and it feels like your last breath might come soon.
"Wanda!" Strange's voice gets more desperate as America screams get louder and louder until it's quiet.
And then you're quiet too.
Still.
Limp.
Wanda throws America's body off the cliff and Strange drops you and dive after the lifeless body.
You're in Wanda's arms but you'll never know the tears that fall onto your cheek, rolling down the side.
"I'm sorry," Wanda caresses your jaw, lips unable to stop apologizing as she shakes her head. The newfound power shakes everything and she can feel a portal opening.
"I'll find a universe that you exist in too. We'll do it all over again and again until we're happy."
For the spooky drables, can I get softdark!Wandanat, maybe something related to a Haunted house?
free interpretations galore
Pairing: soft!dark!WandaNat x Reader
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI for soft!dark but there is no explicit content.
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"I really wished you'd just leave that house. You don't have to stay there, you know. You're welcome to stay at mine."
You blinked tiredly, your eyes stinging at how dry they were.
"It's really fine, Steve," you waved your hand nonchalantly. "The rent is crazy cheap for what it is. I just haven't been sleeping well, is all. But I'm tired enough I must just pass out once you drop me off."
Steve sighed, tapping on his steering wheel a little impatiently. "I just don't like how off you've been. Everything has been okay at the apartment, right?"
You nodded. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"I don't know," Steve shrugged. "You said you live with roommates, right? Have they been nice to you?"
You nodded once more. "They're nice. A little clingy, but nice."
Steve pressed his lips together before releasing them with a sigh. His car came to a stop in front of your building. "Alright, tell me if you need anything."
You nodded. "Thanks for the ride." You left with a short wave before entering your building.
You stifled a yawn as you jangled your keys through the hole.
Your roommates were nowhere in sight, but it seemed to be like that at odd times during the day. You headed straight for your room and sighed as your head pressed against your soft pillows and cold sheets.
You dozed off easily, unsure for how long until you felt shifting in your bed. You grumbled as you stirred.
"Oh, did we wake you?" It was like silk in your ears.
There were hands under your shirt, pressed against your waist and rib cage.
"I don't understand why you guys are always cold," you whined as you blearily opened your eyes.
You were met with Wanda's viridian eyes; her dainty lips smiled at you. You felt movement behind you and knew it was Natasha. Your roommates were always so clingy, often hopping into your bed nearly every night or when you decided to nap.
Touchy as well.
"You were gone a very long time," Natasha husked behind you, her fingers trailing up your waist. You grumbled as you slapped her hand from going too high.
"I ended up falling asleep at Steve's in the middle of movie night. He didn't wake me until the third move finished," you yawned. God, why were you so tired lately, even when you slept so much?
"Steve again?" There was a bite to Wanda's words.
"Stop it," you rolled your eyes. "We're just friends and there were other people there too."
"You're out too often," Natasha pressed closer. You tried to move your hands to pull up the blanket more. You wondered if the AC was on again.
"We wanted to spend Halloween with you too," Wanda sighed, pressing closer as well and sandwiching you tightly between them.
"Didn't you guys have Halloween plans?" You muttered as you tried to keep your eyes open.
"Mm," Wanda hummed. "Nothing that could be done without you."
"Oh?" You mused. "Like what?"
"Stay home today and you'll find out," Natasha's face was against your back, and you could feel her smirk. "Don't you like spending time with us?"
"You know I do," you said, trying to adjust yourself, but Wanda and Natasha wouldn't budge. If anything, their hands were gripping you more tightly.
"Well, we want you with us," Wanda pressed her face against your neck. You hissed at how cold her nose was. "Always with us. We can't leave this place without you."
"Guys, too close," you muttered, a headache starting to form.
"Just go to sleep," Wanda pressed kisses against your neck. You tried to pull back and ask her what she thought she was doing, but you only pushed back into Natasha's lips against your shoulders.
"Sleep and we'll be together when you wake up," Natasha said between kisses.
The headache was getting worse, and sleep did sound so promising. Just as your eyes were sliding shut, there was knocking on the door.
"Just ignore it. It's too early for anyone important," Wanda said as she stroked your ribcage, then down your stomach and went lower.
But the knocking persisted, and you groaned.
"I can't sleep with that noise," you protested as you sat up. They tried to pull you back down to sleep, but you swatted their hands and shuffled off the bed. "It'll just be a second."
You stumbled to the front door and opened it.
"Do you know what time it—Steve?" You furrowed your brows. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, uh, you left your cell at my place. I thought I should drop it off before I head to work. Sorry, I forgot you work later today," Steve gave you a sheepish smile. He stared at your form, eyebrows furrowing, when he noticed marks on your neck. Similar to hickeys but...not quite.
"Did someone come over...?" Steve asked carefully.
"Huh?" You asked. "No. It's just me and my roommates. They're sleeping in my bed—don't ask, I told you they're clingy."
"Right," Steve said slowly. "You mind if I grab some water before I go?"
"Sure," you said as you opened the door wider and stepped aside.
You led him to your kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water while Steve looked around. It was a rather empty apartment. Steve looked at the shoe rack by the door. Your work heels and runners.
He saw a bedroom, the door open, and peered in. A twin-sized bed and a desk.
Then he saw into your bedroom.
There was a loud bang, nearly shaking the unit.
"Jesus fuck," you sighed before yelling, "Can you two try to not break shit in my room? Did you guys knock over the fucking dresser again?"
You turned to Steve. "Sorry, my roommates are assholes sometimes when they're grumpy."
Steve stared at you for a long minute until he finally said, "There's no one else in here but us."
SoftDark!WandaNat (with a monstrous twist to their being? Maybe vampiric?) "Hunts" for their third mate because they can sense/smell/feel her 😬😈
i love soft!dark character so much 😩🖐
Pairing: Soft!Dark!WandaNat x Reader (vampire au)
Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI
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Wanda gazed out the window at the top floor. "How terrible, the villagers just left her at our gates."
Natasha came to peer out the same window, her hand coming to rest on Wanda's waist.
They could see you slowly undoing the loose rope binds at your wrists and legs. The villagers hadn't tied you up too tightly because they knew you were too weak to fight or run against them.
But would you run now that they've dropped you off?
"I kind of like they keep dropping off young maidens at our door," Natasha smirked, her eyes trailing over the white dress they put you in. "Do you think she'll run?"
The young maidens always did, despite knowing that it would be unlikely of them to make it back out alive.
Wanda and Natasha had held the property they lived in for centuries. They owned the remote village, who believed that some deity lived in the property.
They were kind of right. At least that something supernatural lived there. The villagers prayed at the gates and left offerings, only just recently bringing live sacrifices.
It wasn't something Wanda or Natasha asked for. They were recluse beings, hunting for their own food in the dark of the night. The villagers acted like the success or failure of their crops, and livestock depended on them.
It wasn't, but...there was something specific they wanted as of late.
"No," Wanda shook her head, her hand pressed softly against the glass. "She won't run. After all, she's ours. I know she feels the pull too."
And just like Wanda predicted, you uncovered your blindfold slowly and stood up, looking around.
You were scared, that much was sure. They could see your trembling from afar as you stood at the gate, but maybe it's because the villagers hadn't even given you a coat.
The lightest push against the bars gave way, creaking loudly as if to welcome and warn you away.
They watched you walk up the pathway in a hurry, trying to get away from the cold.
"I can smell her from here," Natasha purred, inhaling deeply. "She smells so sweet. I know she's going to taste so fucking good."
Wanda hummed, her mouth pooling with venom as Natasha's fantasies filled her mind.
Natasha painted such a pretty picture with you in their silk sheets—naked, trembling, and wanting. Natasha would be behind you, holding you up and spreading your legs open for Wanda.
There'd already been a couple of bite marks, your blood dripping between your breasts. Natasha imagined Wanda crawling up to you, licking that trail of blood up.
They'd thoroughly debauch you, that white dress nothing more than a mockery of your deflowering.
"Patience, love," Wanda swallowed, trying to clear her mind. "Taking her now will only result in her running away later."
"As if we couldn't catch her," Natasha muttered but sighed as she stood straighter.
"Oh, she'd never escape," Wanda chuckled. "But you know I hate expending my energy on preventable things."
They could hear a knocking at the door.
"Besides," Wanda looked at her reflection in the window, her eyes glowing red. "We just put in so much work to kill their livestocks until they gave us her. The Chief of the village was so greedy hiding his one and only daughter away, wasn't he? And then trying to marry her off to the Chief's son of the neighboring village."
Natasha scoffed. "If that boy comes anywhere near our gates to try to take her back—"
"He won't," Wanda reassured. "After all, everyone thinks she's already died a certain death."
Licking her lips, Wanda turned to Natasha, pressing a long kiss to her lover.
"Now, why don't we make sure our little lamb is all warm behind the scenes until she gets too curious and starts looking for her helpful hosts around the house?"
OKAY LAST ONE (for now aksjsjs) wandanat x reader - reader and nat bring home a "cute" doll home from a flea market and wanda senses something is wrong with it almost immediately
I felt Wanda hard on this. First of all, why would anyone bring dolls home period!! LOL
Pairing: WandaNat x Reader
Warnings: None, just headassery LOL
Translations: Moja láska (my love), milenka (lover)
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You were in trouble.
Well, you and Natasha were in trouble. With Wanda.
"What the hell were you two thinking?" Wanda scolded you two.
You looked at Natasha, and she looked at you through the side of her eyes. Clearly, neither of you wanted to be the one to speak.
But when the silence dragged on too long, and it seemed like Wanda was getting more irate as the seconds passed, you caved.
Damn Natasha, that traitor.
"We just...we thought it looked cute...Natasha thought it'd be a good gift for Morgan."
"You are not giving that to Morgan," Wanda vehemently denied. "Pepper will kill us all if we give her a cursed doll."
"How were we supposed to know if it's cursed!" You whined. "If anything, this is Natasha's fault. I'm just a regular ol' civilian. She's an Avenger."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Natasha hissed at you in disbelief you were trying to throw her under the bus. "It's not like I have magical powers."
"Ah, so Nat's basically saying it's your fault, Wanda, for not coming with us," you nodded sagely.
"That's not—" Natasha sharply looked at Wanda, who had her eyes narrowed. "Moja láska, that's not what I'm saying at all."
Wanda stared at the two of you for a long, sufferable moment before she huffed. "Get. Rid. Of. It. Or else we're all sleeping in separate places tonight."
"But, like, how do we know we haven't already fucked up? What if we try to get rid of it and it just comes back?" You asked, thinking about all the horror movies you've watched.
Natasha jabbed your rib sharply with her elbow.
"Ow—what? It's a real possibility," you glared at Natasha, who glared back at you.
"We'll figure it out," Natasha tried to appease her girlfriend while simultaneously thinking about how to murder her other girlfriend.
Wanda merely narrowed her eyes at you two, suspicious, but eventually walked away.
"Seriously?" Natasha said to you as soon as Wanda walked away. "Just going to throw me under the bus like that when we both thought this doll was cute?"
You shrugged. "Listen, as I said, I'm just a regular ol' civilian. If Wanda punishes me, my weak body wouldn't be able to take it."
"Didn't seem like that last night," Natasha muttered while you smirked.
"Don't be too mad, milenka," you wrapped your arms around Natasha. "I promise to make it up to you as soon as we figure out what to do with this doll."
"Damn right you will," Natasha quirked her brow. "So, what should we do with it?"
You hummed in thought. You were worried if you tried to throw it away, the doll would only come back. You'd end up in even more trouble with Wanda if that happened.
"Leave it in Steve's house?" You suggested.
"Bucky will kill us," Natasha pursed her lips.
"I think you could take Bucky on."
"Of course," Natasha rolled her eyes. "Because you're a—"
"Regular ol' civilian," you finished with a smile and pecked a kiss to Natasha's lips.
