Summary: Life as a mafia princess gets in the way of love every time - maybe this time will be different.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
This series is planned to have five chapters but there is a possibility that there could be more!
Edit: This story will not have a happy ending. There are only five chapters, and though i’m willing to do small drabbles, I will not make it a happy ending story.
Warnings: Date night stuff (getting ready quickly, etc), creeps in the club, Wanda’s insecure about her body, Reader doesn’t care (because Wanda is the most amazing and beautiful person in the whole wide world).
Words: 4,497
A/N - I am sooooooo sorry that my dumb ass completely forgot to upload this chapter!! I had so much fun writing it and then I got side-tracked and you probably don’t wanna listen to my rant so GO READ 😁 Also, I tried to make the text message nice and on the right for my phone, so if you’re on a computer or a bigger/smaller phone than mine, it might look a bit weird 😢😭😭😭
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Wanda was discharged in the morning, walking around with a happy smile on her face until she couldn’t find you. She checked with Jake and Shaun, who were still guarding her room, and they said that you had gone out. You hadn’t specified when and you hadn’t specified where, but The Queen knew where you were so there was no need to worry.
Of course, that’s all she did.
She paced around her room when she got back to the compound, nervously chewing on her nail as she walked the length of her bed. Where were you? Why did you up and leave so quickly? She didn’t even have your number, but with yours locked in her phone, she hoped that you would send her a message.
Days passed, she went back to the compound and still no text. What was keeping you from texting her? It really wasn’t that hard, even if you were doing some John Wicky stuff, which she didn’t really want to think about. A text was a text.
But she didn’t expect her phone to ring.
“Hello?” She picked it up, hearing heavy breathing from the other side.
“Who is this?”
“Tesora?”
Her face drained of colour. “Y/N?”
“Where are you?”
“A-At the compound. Where are you?”
She heard heavy grunts come through the phone before your voice came back. “As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters.”
“Y/N, where are you? Please tell me.” She whimpered.
“I’m in Italy, tesora. You cannot come here.” You replied.
“Why haven’t you texted or called? I put my number in your phone for a reason!” She scolded as she sat down on the edge of her bed.
You chuckled softly. “I know, bambina. I’m sorry, but the family has needed me to tie up some loose ends. I promised myself that I would keep you as far away from this as possible, for as long as possible.”
Wanda shuddered at the sound of a gunshot in the background. “Don’t die, please.”
“I never plan on it.” You answered before hanging up.
Wanda’s phone dropped onto her sheets before she called a hoodie to her hands, feeling colder than ever without your warmth. She pulled on some fluffy socks as she made her way to the kitchen of the compound, seeing Yelena and Kate both looking at the heiress’ phone.
“What are you doing?” She asked cautiously, watching as their faces dropped.
“Uh… just… tracking Y/N’s phone.” Yelena blurted out before running away from her reaching girlfriend.
“Hey! Yelena Belova, you get your ass back here!” Kate growled.
“No way!” Her voice echoed from the hall and Kate sighed, turning to Wanda.
“My tracking app is used by her family. There’s nowhere on earth that she can hide if she has her phone.”
Wanda nodded and stepped closer. “Can I see?”
Kate nodded and showed her screen, the beeping tracker labelling your GPS in Venice, Italy.
Wanda exhaled slowly and moved to the kitchen where she began to make herself a snack. No matter how hard she tried, her hands were shaking the entire time, memories and fears creeping into the back of her mind.
“She’s on the move.” Kate muttered, with Wanda’s head jolting up to see the noirette and her girlfriend sitting together.
“She’s on a plane?” Yelena asked and Kate nodded.
Wanda put together her small bowl of yoghurt and berries before she began to trek back to her room, only to hear her phone vibrating on the end of her bed. A wisp brought it to her and she answered it, closing her door behind her.
“Y/N?”
“Hi, bambina.” You cooed through the line, making a chill fall down Wanda’s spine.
“Are… Are you okay?” She stammered, sitting down.
“Would you like the truth or would you like your anxiety eased?”
“The truth, always.” She answered quickly.
“I have one gunshot wound to the shoulder and a few slashes across my arm. But my mother is here patching me up.”
“Hi, Wanda.”
“H-Hi, Mrs Zatara.” She stuttered through.
“Please, dear, you are a part of this family now. Just call me Zatanna.”
“Okay.” Wanda murmured, longing to hear your voice.
Maybe you heard her prayers, she would never know for sure, but your voice came back to her. “I’m alright, tesora. I’ll come see you in… 45 minutes. Unless you have something planned-”
“No! No, no, I have nothing planned.” She quickly interrupted you, hearing your soothing chuckle on the other side.
“Well then, would you like to go on the date I have finished planning?” You offered, waiting patiently.
“Really? Tonight?”
“I can think of no better time than the present.”
Wanda’s bottom lip got caught in her teeth and she hummed an affirming response, making you chuckle once more. “I’ll see you tonight then, bambina. And wear anything you’d like.”
The call ended and Wanda immediately saved your number, putting in a few star emojis before adding one devil emoji on the end. She looked at the time in the top corner and her eyes bulged - she only had 44 minutes left.
“FRIDAY, can you get the girls up here please?!” She fretted, waiting until they came to her door in a rush.
“Who’s in here?!”
“I have a bottle of sriracha and I’m not afraid to use it!”
Yelena and Kate made Wanda jump before she sighed, throwing the sauce bottle to the side with her magic. “I have a date tonight and I need help getting ready!”
“How long do you have?”
“FRIDAY, time?”
“42 minutes and 48 seconds.” The AI responded.
Yelena and Kate looked at each other before they smirked, a whoosh sound coming from the blonde’s phone. They looked up at the distressed Wanda and helped her calm down, a shadow forming at the door.
“My services were needed?” Natasha smirked, holding up a bag.
“Oh yeah. And you’re on the clock, sis - 40 minutes and counting.” Yelena high-fived her before the trio of helpers kicked into gear.
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You fussed against your mother’s touch as her hands glowed, healing your gunshot wound slowly. “Mama, I don’t need this, I’m fine!”
“Y/N, sit still or I’ll make you sit still.” She scolded, pressing her palm to your shoulder before she muttered the final words of the spell.
She pulled it away and watched your skin stitch back together, sighing in relief as your blood seeped back into your vessels and closed. Your suit was ruined, sure, but you wouldn’t have a torn tendon or ligament which would be a much longer spell.
“Where’s Dad?” You asked, looking down the private jet to see him also being stitched up.
“At least I know where I got my altruism from.” You snickered, watching your mother roll her eyes.
“Now get some food in you so the spell can solidify.” She kissed your temple.
You watched as your parents shared a kiss before Zatanna held his hand like she was arm-wrestling him, which you knew to be a transfer of power between them. Your father sighed in relief and his wounds slowly closed, making you mother smile.
“Always such a hero.” She murmured, staring at him lovingly.
“You know me, Zee - gotta look out for my girls.” He looked up at you and you shared a wink.
“Speaking of, you gonna go on that date with her?”
“Tonight.” You grinned, watching him smirk.
“That’s my girl. You need us to drop you off?”
You shrugged. “Wouldn’t mind it, but I have a Plan B if you can’t.”
“Nonsense.” Zatanna scoffed lightly.
“Jacob, set us down outside of the Avengers compound, please.”
You thanked the pilot as he changed courses, and you pulled out your phone to start a new message chain.
Wanda🌹💓
-Gonna be a bit early,
but take your time x-
Her phone immediately began to ring and you took it immediately. “Yes, tesora?”
“Oh, don’t you ‘tesora’ me, idiot. You’re coming early and you already gave her a tiny amount of time!” Kate yelled through.
“Don’t answer my date’s phone if you don’t want to be called that.” You grumbled.
“You can come inside and wait for her to be done getting beautified.”
“But she’s already beautiful. She doesn’t need makeup or anything. I just want to spend some time with her.”
You heard a chorus of aw’s and you closed your eyes, annoyed. “I was on speaker, wasn’t I?”
“Did I forget to say that? I'm pretty sure I said it…”
“Kate… give the phone to the owner of it.” You growled playfully, waiting patiently for that sweet Sokovian voice.
“Hi.”
You smiled widely and flipped off your father as he teased you silently. “Hi, amate (darling). Would you like for me to wait a minute or would you rather get going?”
“Hm… can you wait a bit?”
“I can wait for aeons if you ask me to.” You replied softly, almost feeling her intense blush through the phone.
“I’ll be ten minutes max.”
“We will take however long we need!” Kate yelled in the background.
“Take all the time you want, amore (love). I’ll see you soon.” You assured her.
“Bye.” She giggled, hanging up.
You pocketed your phone and went to the back of the jet, getting changed as Jacob landed the plane.
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Wanda looked in the mirror at the stunning work the girls had done in their short time frame, with sleek eyeliner painted over the dark red eyeshadow and mascara accentuating her already-bold eyelashes. Her eyes seemed brighter than she’d ever seen before, whilst a little bit of blush tainted her cheeks.
“Damn, Nat.” She gasped.
“I still got it.” The Widow low-fived the witch before she stood in front of her friends.
“So? Do I look good?”
The trio rolled their eyes - the jeans, the formal black blazer and the white shirt underneath looked beautiful on her, not to mention the neat black boots.
“Wanda, do we really have to answer that?” Kate huffed.
“You look amazing! Now go and bag that hot, single mobster.” Natasha smirked.
The quartet walked down to where you were conversing with the boys, telling them of your mission in Italy before a cough came from Kate. Wanda was hidden behind the trio at the top of the stairs, and you raised an eyebrow at them.
“I present to you, Miss Wanda Maximoff!” The noirette cheered, stepping out of the way to reveal the shy woman.
You gasped softly and smiled at her, immediately easing her nerves as she came down the stairs with everyone’s eyes on her. However, yours stayed on her until the point that she stood in front of you, admiring your suit of black and white with red lining the jacket.
“You look…” You trailed off, making her and the girls chuckle.
“Who would’ve thought Y/N could be speechless?” Kate grinned, high-fiving her teammates.
“Y/N, it’s just jeans and a blazer.” Wanda murmured, hugging you tightly.
“You look stunning in anything.” You replied, hugging her back.
“Now, Y/N…” Tony coughed, making you and Wanda separate as he and Steve pulled out a hologram of rules.
“Bring her back before midnight.” Steve started.
“Treat her well.” Tony added.
“And no shenanigans!” Sam interjected, looking at you with a playfully stern expression.
You chuckled softly and shook your head. “Captain Rogers, she will definitely be home before midnight. Mr Stark, there is no other way to treat a woman and Mr Wilson, I am asexual.”
Wanda looked up at you and smiled before Steve nodded to you. “Very well. Go and have fun.”
You looked down at Wanda before you took her hand, kissed it, and led her outside. She grinned at your antics as she slid into the passenger’s seat of a blue Maserati MC20, something that she evidently admired given that her fingers ran along the leather lining of her seat.
“If you like it, you may have it.” You commented, turning the key into the ignition.
“I don’t know how to drive.” She murmured, looking out the window at the starry sky.
“Would you like for me to teach you?” You asked, seeing her nod in your peripheral vision.
“Do you want a crash course now?”
She nodded again and you came to a red light. “Okay. So, I can drive both manual and automatic, but I’m going to teach you how to drive automatic first since this car is mainly automatic. So, you have your gears here - Park, Reverse, Neutral, Drive and Low.” You pointed at them.
“PRNDL.” Wanda giggled.
“Yes, yes, the PRNDL, all hail London Tipton.” You smirked.
“By pressing lightly on the gas, I can go… and then pressing lightly on the brake, I stop. But this car is sensitive, so you don’t have to start in this car, I’ll get you something with a less sensitive brake.”
“Y/N, you don’t have to buy me things like cars.” She remarked, watching you squirm slightly in your chair.
“I know. I just like spoiling you.”
“What, like when you gave me that $100 bill at work?”
She grinned as she watched you blush, turning the corner easily. “You had good service.”
Wanda snickered at your mumbled excuse and took your free hand in hers, even if hers was tiny. She watched you relax at her touch and stroked her thumb across your skin, a small smile painting across your lips but they never broke open.
Soon enough, the car stopped outside a beautiful restaurant that Wanda would never be able to pronounce, coming to the entrance where a waiter stood.
“Ah, Y/N! Just the woman I wanted to see.”
“Hello, Thomas.” You smiled at him.
“Right this way.” He led you through the restaurant before you entered an elevator, noting Wanda’s confusion as she stood next to you.
The pounding music of the club passed as you climbed higher, but it stopped momentarily and a few men stepped into the elevator. You watched as two of them looked at Wanda hungrily.
“Boys…” You warned them, swapping places with Wanda so she stood between you and the corner.
“Come on, Y/N! You used to be so much fun.” One of them grumbled, a man you recognised as William who was an associate of your father’s.
“Will, I’m being polite here. We’re on a date.” You bartered.
“Just a little taste-”
You gripped him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him easily, shielding Wanda’s view of them even then.
“Touch her and you die. Got it?” You asked him calmly, putting him back down as the elevator opened.
“Come, amore (love).” You took Wanda’s hand and walked out onto the rooftop, leaving the men in the elevator to go back to wherever they came from.
“Wow. That was… wild.” Wanda laughed, trying to ease the tension between you too.
“Indeed.” You swiped the wrinkles out of your suit and smiled at the easy-going area.
Thomas led you both towards a few tables, your name planted on the reservation table by the corner of the balcony. You pulled Wanda’s chair out for her and slid her against the table when she was seated, letting Thomas go serve someone else on the level.
“Pick anything you’d like.” You winked at her, making her grin.
She scanned down the menu before her eyes landed on some fettuccine pasta, only to look back up at you and pick a salad. You raised an eyebrow at her and she shrugged, stating that she wasn’t that hungry even though she definitely was.
You nodded and called Thomas over, ordering your meals whilst you both admired the view.
“How did you get a seat here?” She asked, watching your eyes scan all over her.
“Dad and Mama have connections. I just simply booked.” You replied, opening the bottle of champagne next to you.
“Would you like a glass, amate (darling)?”
Wanda nodded and watched you pour her a glass before your own, sipping on it before she put it back down. “That’s good.” She hummed.
“Indeed.” You smirked.
“Ms Y/N, your dinner.” Thomas appeared at your table, placing your meals in front of you both.
“Thank you, Thomas.” You nodded to him and he left.
“Now, I have a proposition for you.”
Wanda’s eyes perked up at you whilst she picked at her salad. “Yes?”
“Would you like to have some normalcy and talk about normal things humans talk about or would you like to talk about other things?”
She smiled at your offer and thought about it for a split second. “Normal things, please.”
“Alright then, my dear - what is your top favourite movie, book and TV show?” You smirked, biting off a mouthful of food from your fork.
“Favourite movie would probably be one of the Harry Potter movies, but I quite liked the Goblet of Fire even though Cedric died. Book… I’d say Lord of the Rings, and the TV show would either be Bewitched or Dick Van Dyke. What about you?”
“Movie would be How to Train Your Dragon but I can never pick between 2 and 3. Book would be The Great Gatsby and TV show is The Big Bang Theory.” You smiled, watching a grin fall over her lips.
“You sound like a nerd.” She teased.
“Says the woman who likes Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings!” You playfully shot back, watching her giggle.
“Okay, okay, my turn - what hobbies do you have? That don’t involve your ‘family’.” She clarified as you opened your mouth, making you both snicker.
“Um… Wow, I haven’t been asked this question in a while.” You blushed and Wanda instantly saved that image as a screenshot in her brain.
“I like reading. It helps calm me down sometimes. Mama used to read to me a lot, so I usually fall asleep when someone reads to me.”
“I’ll read to you.” Wanda teased and you rolled your eyes with a smirk.
“I like cooking, even though whenever I’m home, I don’t actually cook for myself. I like soccer, ice hockey, obviously, and… music.” You sighed happily.
“I take it you listen to a lot of it?” The Sokovian eyed you and you nodded.
“Spotify counted over 104,000 minutes of listening for me last year. That’s almost 72 and a half days, which is 19.8% of the year spent listening to music.”
Her eyes widened at your sudden calculation and you blushed once more. “I was very good at maths in high school.”
She nodded before you gestured to her. “Oh, of course! I also like reading and cooking but I don’t think I’ve ever listened to that much music. I actually prefer making it.” She smiled.
“Really? What instruments do you play?” You asked, intrigued.
“I have a guitar in my room and there was a piano at my old school in Sokovia before…”
You watched the playful glint in her eyes dim and your smile saddened, taking her hand from across the table before you kissed it softly. “I am sorry for your loss.”
“It’s okay, I’ve come to terms with it. I lost both of my parents when I was ten and then I lost my twin brother in 2015. That part…” She spoke, pushing her plate to the middle of the table as she lost her appetite.
You stopped eating too and folded your cutlery together, calling Thomas to your table for the bill. Wanda looked at you and you smiled softly, taking her hand as you stood.
“Why don’t we get out of here? I have an idea.”
She nodded and followed you after you paid, thanking Thomas for the service before you left the restaurant. Her mind, as per usual, wondered where you were taking her until you reached your destination.
“Ben and Jerry’s? Y/N, we already had dinner-”
“I had half a dinner and you pushed around your salad.” You corrected her, kissing her forehead before you led her inside.
You ordered your favourite ice cream and paid for both yours and Wanda’s, walking beside her until you came to your favourite spot.
“I forgot to tell you - one of my other hobbies is the beach.” You commented.
“The beach isn’t a hobby, Y/N.” Wanda giggled.
You nudged her lightly with a smirk. “I think so. I come here when my mind won’t be quiet and I listen to the thundering waves as they roll past. It’s like hooves drumming against the ground, and it soothes my inner demons.”
You took a scoop of your ice cream, which gave Wanda an opening to look at you in the calm moonlight. It danced upon your skin, showing nothing but natural radiance, and she couldn’t help but admire it - admire you.
“I like the beach too.” She murmured, leaning on your shoulder.
“I like seeing the smiling children play in the waves. I like seeing the families come together and build sandcastles. I like the long walks as the waves lap at my feet.”
You hummed in agreement before you noticed how Wanda shivered, even with her blazer on. “Come here.” You murmured, opening your legs for her to sit in-between them as wind breakers.
She looked at you and saw you wouldn’t back down, moving into position before she sighed at your comfortingly warm body. You leaned your chin on her shoulder and smiled, kissing her cheek softly.
“What else do you like, tesora?” You asked, your finished ice cream sitting beside you whilst Wanda continued to eat hers.
“I like movie nights, where there’s a whole bunch of blankets and pillows to snuggle against. I like eating chocolate and candy when I’m on my period, and when I’m not. I like cooking Sokovian dishes my mom used to make. I like…” She trailed off, looking up at you.
“I like you.”
You smiled softly and watched as she turned around, smiling as she looked slightly down at you. “I like you, Y/N. I really like spending time with you. You’re funny, witty, and you tick pretty much all the boxes. Can I… Can I kiss you?”
“Always.” You nodded, watching her lean in slowly before you felt her cup your cheeks.
And then it felt like fireworks were going off against your lips. You could taste Wanda’s ice cream on the edge of them, but that wasn’t why you found them delicious. They were soft, plump, and oh so gentle, leaving yours just as you got used to them.
“Wow.” You murmured, slightly drunk off of her and the slight lack of air in your lungs.
“Yeah.” She sighed happily until an alarm went off on your phone.
You fished it out of your pocket and sighed, showing her the time. 11:15.
“Come on, amore. Let’s get you home.”
You helped her towards your car before you drove back to the compound, seeing her yawn a few times as you drove. You held her hand as she fell asleep, taking care around corners not to shift her too much. As you stopped the car outside of the compound, you could see Steve and Tony standing at the door. You pulled Wanda out of her seatbelt and cradled her closely in a bridal hold, following the men to her room where you laid her down.
You slowly began untying her shoes and slipping them off before you felt a pressure by your jaw, a light red glow coming from it as you were forced to look higher up the bed. There, you saw a sleepy and giddy Wanda, smiling at you whilst you took off her socks.
“Is somebody tired?” You asked with a soft and teasing tone, crawling up the bed to smile at her.
“Nooo.” She grumbled, making you grin.
Her lips curved downwards into a small pout. “Please stay. I don’t want you to go.”
You sighed, pushing back a few loose strands of hair before you cupped her cheek. “I’m afraid that all good witches need to get their rest.”
She narrowed her eyes at you before she yawned loudly, smacking her lips only to try and hide from your smirk. Her magic peeled her blazer off whilst it took off your suit jacket, only for a long-sleeve shirt to cover up your skin.
“I just want…” She made grabby hands at you and you sighed, giving her a warm and meaningful hug as she tried to hold on tightly to you.
“Amarte…”
“FRIDAY, please ask Steve and Tony if she can stay.” Wanda asked the AI, making you both wait.
“Mr Stark says yes, but Captain Rogers agrees if the door stays open.”
She looked at you and you nodded, kissing her temple. “I’m fine with that.”
She jumped up out of the bed and made her way over to the cupboard, giving you some clothes FRIDAY had brought that fitted you loosely, smirking as you saw how Wanda had turned around. You didn’t comment on it, but you walked up to her after changing and laced your arms around her waist to make her jump.
“Ready for bed?” You asked and she nodded, her magic flowing from her fingers to make the bed slightly larger.
You admired the soft fairy lights that dangled from her bed frame, along with the folded lamps that hung off-centred from the ceiling. You felt her fall into your arms before her head rested against your chest, her ear placed over your heart.
“Bambina, is there anything you wish to discuss about tonight? Maybe why you hesitated on ordering the delicious fettuccine pasta?” You asked mindlessly, feeling her stiffen slightly.
She looked up at you with the most doe-like eyes you’d ever seen before they shifted to play with the hem of your shirt. “My ex told me I was fat. He wasn’t nice.”
You felt your blood boil at the subject before you took a deep breath and reopened your eyes, seeing a confused and slightly scared Wanda staring up at you.
“If anybody, and I mean anybody, tells you that again, you tell me straight away, okay?” You asked her sternly, earning a silent nod.
“You are as beautiful as they come, Wanda. I hate liars - it is a part of why I never lie - and I will never tell you a lie. I will give you an option to have the truth hidden from you, but I will never lie to you.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?” She questioned.
You shook your head. “If you want the truth hidden from you, I will not answer your question. False pretences and lying are foundations of a breaking relationship, and I will not have that with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, both inside and out.”
You pressed a kiss to her forehead before you pulled her closer to you, feeling a slight tightness in your chest until you shooed it away in your mind and fell asleep with Wanda.
Series Summary: Life as a mafia princess gets in the way of love every time - maybe this time will be different.
Chapter Summary: Wanda and you get some bonding time, and maybe even plan for some more.
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Mafia!Fem!Reader
Genre: Angst but fluff at the end :)
Warnings: Guns, light mention of blood, hospitals.
Words: 3,436
A/N: Welcome to Chapter 2 of The Demon’s Treasure! As always, please don’t put translations in the comments!! Everything will be explained (this chapter includes a translation from the previous one if you were interested in that) Also, I know the Google Translate isn’t the ideal place to translate, but that’s what I used.
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You looked up at Tim and he grinned evilly before you sped towards Wanda.
“Hey, hey, hey, let me see.” You muttered, trying to keep her and yourself calm.
“Y/N, it hurts. It hurts really fucking bad.” Wanda whined, her hands shaking.
You hadn’t imagined the sweet Wanda to have a bad mouth, but that wasn’t why you were holding her up. You grabbed a knife from a secret compartment in your jacket and flung it out with deadly precision, hitting one of the gunmen at the top of a set of stairs.
“Jake! Shaun! On Y/N! Avengers, crowd the children!” John ordered, knowing you had become distracted as colour began to fade in Wanda’s cheeks.
You peeled back her shirt and saw that the bullet had gone through and through, seeing it crumpled on the floor because of your bullet-proof jacket. You looked up at her and smiled weakly, a gulp of nerves going down her throat.
“I’m gonna die, aren’t I?” She whimpered, but you shook your head.
“Not if I have anything to say about it.”
You buttoned up the jacket and called 911, asking for police and ambulance as you used Wanda’s injury and the gunfire around you as evidence. You stood up and looked around you, seeing Jake and Shaun coming at you on the ice with ease.
“Take her. Take her and get her out of here!” You ordered, watching them mentally debate it before you took Jake’s jacket off and slipped it over yourself, a plethora of weapons hidden inside that you could use.
“But Y/N-”
“Do it or so help me Nabu, I am going to make you wish you had listened.” You growled, placing Wanda in Shaun’s arms before you cupped her cheeks.
“You’ll be okay - the full might of the Zatara family stands with you.” You pressed your forehead to hers and she nodded, her eyes closing as Shaun and Jake got her out of the arena.
You looked over to see your father and mother fighting against some of the gunmen that were unarmed, your eyes darkening with anger as they met Tim Logue’s.
*Uoy lliw ton kool erehwyna esle tub ta reh.* You heard in your mind again as the tips of your fingers glowed cyan.
You watched amusedly as he tried to take his eyes off of you but couldn’t. You skated over and pulled him over the railing by the neck, throwing him easily with just one hand. He slid on the ice and almost took out Kate and Yelena, but the blonde was skilled enough on the ice to get them both out of the way.
Tim spat out a gob of blood and it splattered against the ice, with Yelena and Kate getting everyone back as Tim was the last man standing. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at you, the simple gesture of your hand holding in the air enough to make your gunmen halt.
“Finally.” Tim sighed in dark relief, chuckling to himself as he aimed right between your eyes.
“Now, John, you will feel everything that I felt! The guilt, the pain, the anguish of not being able to do anything but watch! It will eat you from the inside out until you go insane, but unlike me, you will not have any power!”
He pressed the trigger.
But nothing happened.
“What?” He looked down at his gun and opened the barrel, seeing flowers instead of bullets.
He looked up at you and you smirked, shaking your head. “I told you. You mess with the wand, you get the spell.”
You skated up to the side of him and chuckled once more. “You never think, Tim Logue. How is it that the Zatara family has stayed so long in power? How have we never had any dealing with the police, with crime scenes and suspicious acts?”
You skated around him, much like you would walk if you were on the ground. “The answer? We are underestimated.”
You stood in front of him now, one fist on his jacket whilst your leg swept him out and he landed on his ass. He tried to get away from you but the slippery ice made that decision stop in his mind.
“Maybe you can try again in another lifetime.” You shrugged nonchalantly, putting your skate on top of his chest.
“Please… Please, I won’t bother you anymore.” He wheezed, air still collecting in his lungs.
“Hmm.” You looked down at him, slowly cocking your head to the side.
Yelena and Kate looked between each other before the Avengers and saw their eyes were trained on you. They didn’t have long, and Yelena quickly jumped into action.
“Look! Over there!” She pointed, all of their attention gone whilst Kate turned to you.
*Now.*
You smirked devilishly and let your skate slip down to Tim’s throat, a grin stretching impossibly wide before he let out a howling scream. It was cut off as you sliced through his throat, blood splattering on the ice before it began to pool underneath his body.
Kate tapped Yelena when it was done and the blonde sighed. “Oh, man! I guess you missed it.” Yelena shrugged, watching the Avengers react to the now dead body on the ice and protect the children’s eyes.
You turned around and skated to the edge of the rink, calmly coming off and getting dressed before you took the stairs two at a time and saw Jake and Shaun standing outside. You walked up to them silently and they asked with their eyes, a simple nod letting them know of your dealings.
“The ambulance will be here soon.” Shaun muttered and you nodded.
“Good. I will go with inside and you two can trail behind.”
“Y/N, with all due respect-”
You cut Jake off with a short shake of your head. “Not right now.”
You handed his jacket back before you knelt in front of Wanda, watching her shake and shiver even within your jacket. You sat next to her and took her hands, warming them up so that her body didn’t have to.
“I-Is he…?” She asked you and you nodded.
“Dead as a doornail.”
She looked down at your hands before she shivered some more, which concerned you until you heard the wailing sirens of the ambulance. You watched as it came up to you both and moved slightly away so that the paramedics could assess and assist.
“Ma’am, we’re gonna need you to ride in the truck with us.” One of them, her name tag read Jackie, asked.
“Of course.” You nodded, waiting until Wanda was situated in a stretcher before you climbed in next to her.
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It was two hours for the surgery and deep into the morning as Wanda woke naturally, only to see you sleeping in the chair next to her. Your head was resting softly against the back of it and your arms were folded, her eyes drifting to the two shadows at the door in the shape of Jake and Shaun.
Her eyes flashed with the memories of last night and she whimpered softly as she tried to sit up, the small sound waking you.
“Easy, easy, easy.” You murmured, your hands reaching for hers.
They shook in your grasp and you looked up at her wide eyes, filled with fear and confusion. “W-Who are you?” She pulled her hands out of yours.
You sighed, sitting back down in the chair. “Are you sure? Because once you’re in, you’re in.”
She nodded slowly and you leaned forward on your knees, your hands clasped together. “I am Y/N Zatara, heiress to the Zatara Family. I am a mafia princess, if you will; it’s a running joke. Our family is the biggest in New York, and we stretch across Europe but originated in Italy, where I was born.”
You took a deep breath before continuing. “We are… powerful. Mom and Dad have friends everywhere, and my two bodyguards are the best in the business, though I do manage to shake them. Power means enemies, and my parents cannot afford to lose another child.”
Wanda’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “You lost someone?”
“My brother.” You smiled sadly.
“He was thirteen and I was seventeen. We were just at school, no reason for anyone dangerous to come and attack us. But, like last night, they found us. His name was Anatoli Dragov, a rogue of a Russian gang, and he was disguised as a friend of Mom’s.”
Wanda watched as your hands began to shake slightly, your breathing ragged.
“And… and he, uh…” You failed at swallowing the lump in your throat.
The door opened. “Princess, you’re needed.” Shaun muttered softly and Wanda watched as you almost snapped into your stance, giving your jacket to her.
“My phone’s in there. Feel free to play games or add your number, whatever you want. Password’s 1692.”
Wanda watched as you left with Shaun, Jake still guarding her door, and she looked down at your jacket. She slowly unravelled it and saw the hidden compartments she wasn’t sure she wanted to open.
Instead, she found your phone and unlocked it. The background was a plain photo of a yin and yang, whilst you had very few apps. Notification bubbles popped up everywhere and she mentally scolded you for not clearing them out.
Her thumb hovered over the contacts app and she looked up, half-expecting you to barge right in and rip it out of her hands, but you didn’t. She could hear your calm voice outside and it soothed her, more than she’d like to admit.
She added her phone number, put her name in and began to scroll through emojis. She looked at your recent ones and smiled at the sight of flowers and hearts - a mafia child using affectionate emojis was not on her bingo card.
She added a rose and a small reverberating heart before she saved the contact and sent a text to herself. She added your number and smiled to herself before the door opened again and the Avengers piled in.
“Oh, Wanda! We were so worried!” Kate sighed in relief, hugging her.
“Thanks, Kate.” She responded, patting her back.
“How are you feeling?” Clint asked, arms folded.
“Um… as good as I can be, I guess.”
Kate gasped and drew everyone’s attention before pointing at your phone in Wanda’s hand. “Is that…?”
Wanda immediately felt the need to hold it close but Kate was too fast for her fatigued body. “Oh my god. You gave her your number?!”
“No. She gave me her phone and told me her password. I just… put my number in it.” Wanda murmured, chuckles rippling through the group.
“Bold move, Maximoff.” Natasha grinned, watching her shy from the assassin’s stare.
“You gonna go on a date with her?”
Wanda looked back sharply at her until a knock at the door came. “Come in.” She called, watching you enter with a soft smile.
“Hello, everyone.”
They all muttered some semblance of a greeting before your eyes fell onto Wanda. You slid into the chair next to her and smiled as she yawned.
“Alright, everyone out. Sleeping beauty needs her rest.” Natasha smirked and ushered everyone out, leaving you two alone.
You took your phone back and smiled at the sight of a new contact. “It’s not often I get a pretty girl’s number.”
Wanda chuckled softly and yawned again, leaving you to smile softly. “You should go back to sleep. The world can wait for you to have some rest.”
She turned onto her stronger side and looked at you, biting her lip as confidence rose in her. “Would you… like to go on a… date?”
You chuckled softly and nodded, leaning in close to have your noses almost touch. “I would love to go on a date with you, tesora.”
She smiled widely and you pressed a small kiss to her forehead. “Now it’s time for you to sleep. Maybe we can go ice-skating for our first date.”
“Nooo.” She shook her head and you grinned widely at her giggle.
“No? Where do you want to go?”
“Hmm… I don’t know.”
“What if I planned the date?” You offered and she smirked, nodding softly.
“Yes, please.”
You smiled and nodded before she closed her eyes, her hand taking yours before it fell limp. Hours passed like minutes and you simply watched her chest rise and fall, her eyes twitch underneath her eyelids, and you smiled whenever she held your arm tighter.
A knock came at the door before it opened and you didn’t turn to face them. “Yes?”
“The Queen would like to have a word.” A random mobster asked you and you didn’t turn around.
“Tell her I am busy.”
“She did not take too kindly to that the last time, Y/N.” Jake popped his head in from the door and you rolled your eyes, debating it.
“Fine. Nobody but the medical staff comes in or out until I get back.” You told them, following the mobster to find your mother standing outside of the hospital.
“How is she?”
“She’s okay. I’d like to get back to protecting her, if you don’t mind.” You spoke sharply, turning around.
“He is alive.”
You stopped in your tracks. You didn’t move, so your mother did it for you, stepping in front of your still form to see you fighting a flood of tears.
“You told me… that you killed him.” You spoke lowly, your eyes darting between her steel blue eyes.
“We tied him down with weights and dropped him off at the Mariana Trench. He should be dead.” She explained, moving closer to you but you stepped back.
“Mom… Where is he?”
She dropped her head and shrugged her shoulders, making you scoff. “You’re saying you don’t know where my brother’s killer is?”
She nodded, but you moved past her and went straight back into Wanda’s room, watching as the doctor injected her with some painkillers.
“You can leave tomorrow morning if everything checks out.” He spoke to Wanda, who looked up at you.
“Then I guess I’m camping down here for the night.” You grinned.
“Y/N, no.” Wanda sighed, not wanting to keep you from whatever it was that you did behind closed doors.
“Y/N, yes.” You snickered, sitting down in the chair before you felt her hand fall on yours.
You looked down at it in confusion before your eyes trailed up her arm to view her concerned expression, a soft smile growing on her lips. “Why are you worrying?”
“Pfft. I’m not… No, I’m not worrying.” You scoffed, but her hand didn’t leave yours.
“You’re worried about something. I’m just not quite sure what.” She murmured, talking mostly to herself.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed the TV remote, turning it on to see an old TV sitcom play. You were about to change it but Wanda’s hand ripped the remote from yours, giving you a death glare that slightly scared you.
“What?” You chuckled.
“This is one of my favourite shows. And since I’m in the hospital bed, hooked up to these dumb wires, you can deal with it.” She stuck her tongue out at you but you shook your head whilst laughing.
“Wanda, I like Bewitched too.”
“Oh.”
You watched the confusion spread on her cheeks before you smiled, edging closer to her on your massive chair. You leaned forward as you noticed a spot of dried blood in the corner of her mouth, holding her chin with a curled finger whilst your thumb brushed away the flecks.
“There. A face as beautiful as this does not need to be stained with blood.” You murmured, completely noticing Wanda’s blush but you didn’t acknowledge it.
You pulled away and watched the show in a comfortable silence with her, also not acknowledging the way she looked you up and down. The constrictive clothes you were still wearing concerned her, but then again, you were an ice hockey pro. She noticed the dried blood on the bottom of your hockey pants whilst you wore sleek boots that made her realise who she was sitting next to.
“So… How does a mafia work?”
You turned to see the shock on her own face and you realised she hadn’t meant to say that question out loud. “Are you sure you’d like to know?” You asked, narrowing your eyes playfully.
“Um… I have an idea, but I’d like to think that it is done differently than it is in movies.” She fiddled with her fingers, realising her rings were nowhere to be found.
“What movies have you watched, tesora?”
She looked up at you at the nickname, making you grin slightly as she thought hard, her eyebrows furrowed whilst her lips were pursed together in the cutest way you knew.
“Um… I watched John Wick with Natasha if that counts.” She offered, watching you chuckle softly as you shook your head.
“Wanda, darling, we are nothing like those idiots. Imagine if it was the other way around; if the mafia was full of John Wicks.” You smirked, watching her eyes widen before she looked at her hands.
“Wow. I guess I really have gotten it all wrong.” She muttered, looking back at you before looking back at her hands.
“My dear, why are you looking at your hands?” You asked quickly, concerned.
“Oh, I, uh… I normally have a lot of rings on them and I fidget with them instead of biting my nails and stuff.” She answered.
You stood and made your way around the bed, unintentionally giving Wanda a view of your ass. You knelt down beside the bed, intriguing her, and she jumped slightly when you cheered a soft ‘aha’.
You stood back up too quickly and hit your head on the bottom of the bed, making a loud bang and an equally louder laugh come from Wanda. You glared at her and she immediately stopped, but some shuffled through the constraints of her fingers.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing.” She muttered, but you grinned slightly.
“I believe these belong to you.” You held out the bag containing her phone, her rings and a single bracelet with only one charm.
You watched as each ring was placed back on their designated finger, except for the ones that couldn’t go where the heart rate monitor was, and sat back down on the couch chair. It was silent for a few more minutes as you watched the comedic show before you broke the silence.
“I am.”
Wanda turned to look at you, your eyes unfocused on a thousand-mile stare before they broke and you looked at the one ring on your finger.
“You are…?” She asked.
“Worried.” You replied, fiddling with the ring that held your family crest.
“For what?” She asked again.
You thought long and hard for your answer, debating on whether or not to tell her one of your many dark secrets. You had thousands to hide and thousands more to keep, but if you were going to let this woman into your life, you had better start telling her now.
“You.”
You looked up at her when she didn’t say anything for a few seconds, a few spots of rose on her cheeks whilst she smiled sheepishly and watched her show. You scanned her face for any sign of discomfort, pain, or even the urge to not be within your presence, something you had learned to look for on your associate’s faces, but it wasn’t there.
“Thank you, but I am not someone to worry about.” She murmured, making you furrow your eyebrows once more.
“Why not?”
“There’s not much about me that’s worth worrying about.” She shrugged.
“Are you sure about that?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at her before she yawned softly.
“Time for all good girls to go to sleep.” You grinned, tucking the hospital blanket further onto her before you kissed her temple and stood.
“Where are you going?” She questioned quietly, her eyes locked on you even if they were half open.
You stopped at the door and turned to look at her - that beautiful, innocent face with doe-like eyes and perfect but marred skin. You wished she would never be harmed but that was above your paygrade, and even if you tried, you knew that simply being around you would increase those chances.
“I’m going to plan our date.” You blew her a kiss before closing the door behind you, moving through the halls of the hospital as you made some reservations.
I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO SAY THIS AGAIN. THERE ARE 666 OF YOU. AND THAT IS AN IMPORTANT NUMBER BECAUSE THAT MEANS AN UPDATE FOR THE DEMONS TREASURE SOON.
“Mhm!” A proud nod. “Daddy taught me how to catch them!”
Now when she thought about it… would be better if daddy told her where to put them after they’re caught too. Temporary ‘cage’ made of her little hands opened out a bit and she peeked inside to check if the frog is still alright. So much effort to catch it and now she’s not going to be able to keep it…?
She closed her hands back and glanced up at mommy.
“Couldn’t it live in our bathtub…?” Amera grouched a little. She realized pretty well that her newly conceived solution was nothing to work in long run, but she really wanted to have her new friend close – even if only for a moment.
Sight of the supposed ‘new home’ made her reconsider it once again.
It was a nice pond, and even bigger than the one she’s found the frog at. If she was a frog, she would be happy to live in such a pond, right? Sure more than in a bathtub…
A quiet sigh escaped her as she squatted over the side of the pond and released the frog into the water. Little amphibian looked rather relieved and without a second thought took a dive in the water just to disappear in the depths of the pond within a blink of an eye.
“Mommy…” A glance up. “Why we don’t have a pond?”
There it goes.
She knew just well it was a part of parental strive, to make sure her daughter was still happy with her own accomplishments, but would know when what she did, was not the utmost perfect thing to undergo. Learning how to catch the little being was one step, learning how to take responsibility was the second. And letting it leave and live happily in actually suited environment, a smile to twitch up her lips when, of course, Amera was able to realize it all, despite the sigh that made her watch the girl all too softly.
“A pond?”
Well, really, why did they not have a pond themselves? After all, the Shinigami’s home she called her own, was a rather large one, with a garden quite suited to offer place to not only one energetic pet, but by now three, that tended to jump and play around in spacious area ( two of them mostly hiding from the third, tho ). “I never thought about having one for our home.”
And of course, this would turn out to be a problem - now that Amera was perfectly able to catch whatever she wanted to have ( well, Milana would need to talk to Kenpachi about that... ), and a mild sigh would leave her lips, then for a smile to come back.
“Alright.” A hand to reach out for a smaller one, to lead her little child back insight. “How about this? I will make you a tea or a cocoa, and you get a piece of paper from me and draw out what you think would be a nice pond, hm?”
Crisis averted, very quickly - now just to tell the wild captain later, that he would need to dig a pond~
"Mommy, look what I found!" Puts a little frog on the table all proud of herself~
O-oh.
Not that Milana had any problems with little frogs in particular ( because they were actually pretty cute ), but it was by now the - fifth or sixth little critter her daughter had found and placed in front of her, while other ones before were butterflies or little caterpillars she could simply free in own garden ( so that Amera could visit her little ‘pets’ ) with frog now jumping slightly over her table it was something different.
Especially because they had no pond.
Maybe - yet - when Kenpachi would hear about it…. alas!
“Hm~ that’s quite a cute little one, you did very well to catch it so gently~”
A little bit of praise, before she pushed back her chair and would stand up. The little caught amphibian was luckily to be brought to her in own work-place, means, her division, and Captain in charge and care for everybody around had quite the beautiful pond to watch and relax at. “How about we give him a new home? I believe Ukitake-taichou would be very happy about such a cute little new friend~”
While waiting for the girl to pick up the new treasured being, the female Shinigami would open the door and let her out, let her decide where the small frog ,now again nestled in careful hands, would want to live. And given that her daughter was visiting these division-grounds fairly often—
—she would have all the time to say ‘hello’ to her new little pet~
