Request: hii could i request a fic where its like an interrogation between natasha and wanda but instead of inflicting pain they can tickle each other? i don't mind which ones the ler and which is the lee you can pick :P BE CREATIVE :))
Note: Thank you for this request! I hope you enjoy :)
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Wanda had recently gotten closer to the Widow Sisters, especially Yelena. She looked up to Natasha in admiration, but it was also a lot of fun to team up with the blonde and mess with her big sister every now and then.
Of course, Yelena was usually the mastermind behind all the pranks and needed Wanda’s powers to help make sure that it worked the way she wanted.
This time, Yelena wanted Wanda to utilize her newly acquired skill. She was now able to move things without a glow following the item. This was perfect, as Yelena wanted to make Natasha think she was losing her mind.
Wanda was in the living room, watching TV with Natasha. Yelena was watching from afar so she wouldn’t be suspected.
Natasha leaned over to grab her cup from the coffee table, but just as she reached for it, Wanda moved the item with her magic. She had perfected it to where she hardly had to move to make it happen.
Natasha got spooked, jumping when the cup moved. Wanda bit her lip, already imagining what Yelena’s reaction was.
“Did you see that?” Natasha asked Wanda.
“See what?”
“My cup literally just moved on its own!”
“I must’ve missed it. I was watching the funny scene,” Wanda said, using that as an excuse to laugh.
Natasha eyed her carefully, but didn’t say much after. Next, the redhead reached for the remote next to her to adjust the volume. Wanda allowed her to pick it up, but then immediately used her powers to place it back down on the couch.
“What the heck was that?!?” Natasha cried, looking back and forth to observe the area around her.
“What now?” Wanda asked.
“Someone just grabbed the remote out of my hand! I thought it was you messing with me, but I don’t see the glow from your magic,” Natasha said.
“This is getting creepy,” Wanda said, standing up and looking concerned to play along.
Wanda felt a little bad when she said that, but she had one more trick up her sleeve. Once Natasha sat back down and calmed herself a bit, she used her magic to lift the couch cushion, sending her into the air.
“Wanda!” Natasha cried, quickly jumping off the cushion and onto the other part of the couch before she got too high.
The witch struggled not to laugh, but her eyes were full of mirth.
Natasha eyed her suspiciously. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” Wanda asked.
“To the interrogation room,” she replied, but just led her into the bedroom.
Before Wanda could try to escape, she pinned her to the bed and began to tickle her ribs.
“WAHAHIT NAHAHAT! WHY!?!” Wanda yelled.
“Tell me who’s behind all of these pranks,” Natasha demanded. She had a pretty good idea of who it was, but she wanted to find out more about how it was able to occur.
“NEHEHEVER!” Wanda shouted, wrapping her arms around her torso. Natasha just tickled any open spot she could find, ranging from her neck to her sides and her belly. She then pinned her arms to the side and began to knead her hips, earning a nice loud squeal from her lee.
“Oh please, don’t lie to me. I know you were the one behind all of that. I want to know how you did it,” Natasha said.
“IHIHIT WAHAHSN’T MEHEHE!”
Natasha rolled her eyes and began to knead right below her armpits, sending her into a frenzy.
OKAHAHAY IHIHILL TEHEHELL!”
“Speak.”
“I didn’t do it,” Wanda lied, barely catching her breath before Natasha was squeezing her knees. She snorted and kicked, trying to escape her evil fingers.
“Who did you team up with?” Natasha asked.
Wanda worried that if she betrayed Yelena that she would go through round two of this. However, the tickling was getting worse. Natasha had moved down to her feet, making her laugh even harder.
“Tell me.”
Wanda was laughing too hard to even speak. Natasha went for the kill and began to tickle her heels, a well known death spot on her. Wanda spazzed and sat up, hitting Natasha to signal her to stop.
“Oh…my…god…you…are…evil…” She said, catching her breath.
“I’m ready,” Natasha said with a grin.
“Ugh. It was me. I recently learned from…another witch on how to move things without my glow trail following it,” Wanda admitted.
“Who taught you?”
“The Green Witch.”
“Hmm, that sounds faintly familiar,” Natasha said.
“You probably met her when you…” Wanda trailed off, eyes suddenly widening. “Nevermind.”
“So you just decided to prank me? For no reason? What did I ever do to you?” Natasha teased.
“Not exactly…”
“So who are you on a team with?”
Wanda hesitated, fiddling with her fingers to buy time. Natasha wasted none of it, reaching back out to tickle her sides.
“Who is it?” The redhead asked, her fingers finding the oblique muscle that drove all her lees insane.
“AH! NOHO HAHAHA OKAHAY YELEHEHENA!”
“I should’ve known. You two are no good together,” Natasha shook her head.
“Well, it’s two against one,” Wanda said smugly, since she had seen Yelena show up in the room.
“Yeah, but you sold me out to big Natasha so I’m not on your team anymore,” Yelena said with a grin. With that, the two sisters put poor Wanda through round two of tickle torment, and she laughed until she had tears in her eyes.
pleaseeee can I request lee!wanda in AoU where she's really shy with the team and pietro mentions she loves being tickled but she gets super shy and embarrassed by it, and so clint absolutely wrecks her trying to get her out of her shell? thank you! <3
Hi! Thank you so much for your patience! I'm sorry it took so long to write, but I hope you enjoy! It was a very cute request :)
Request: pleaseeee can I request lee!wanda in AoU where she's really shy with the team and pietro mentions she loves being tickled but she g
Summary: Natasha takes Wanda under her wing and trains her up in basic self defence. Then Nat discovers something that even Wanda didn’t know about. (Word count: 2634)
Wanda peered into the training area nervously, wearing her sports gear as she watched Natasha train with the punch bag. She stepped in and offered a shy smile. “Hey… you wanted to train me?” Wanda called out quietly.
"Hey Wanda," Nat greeted with a soft smile, contrasting her hard punches into the bag as she wrapped up with a roundhouse kick, "Good to see you've got your gear." She noted as she walked over to the younger woman.
“I found it somewhere deep in the bottom of my drawers.” Wanda told her, watching her with fascination in her eyes. “So uh… what are you going to do with me?” She asked.
Nat smiled, taking a long drink from her water bottle before answering, "Well you've got power, that's for sure. I can't make magic, but you also need to be able to handle yourself in hand-to-hand combat,"
Wanda nodded in understanding, knowing Natasha had a very valid point, even though this kind of fighting was not in her comfort zone, she wanted to impress Nat, as she has always looked up to her. “Okay… where do we start?”
Natasha gave Wanda her signature smirk, "Blocking," she said, "But first we work on your stance," she said and demonstrated a basic fighting stance.
“So do you want me to do the same or go to fight you?” Wanda asked, going as if to punch Nat through her stance, before copying her stance. “How’s this?”
Nat smiled approvingly, "Not bad, but you're a little tense," the redhead said and pushed her gently, setting her off balance. "You have to be able to move on your feet and catch yourself when someone tries to set you off balance,"
Wanda nodded, stumbling to the side but easily picking herself up again. “Sorry, I guess I’m nervous.” She admitted quietly.
Natasha smiled softly, "It's okay, it's normal to be nervous when you're learning something new," she said and then gently came close to Wanda, "May I touch you?"
The young witch nodded, tensing up a little as she admittedly didn’t know what to expect. She was nervous, but she watched Nat’s every move to see what she was about to do.
She gently adjusted Wanda's shoulders and legs, "Minor adjustments, Wands," Nat said reassuringly. She then moved to turn Wanda's torso to the side, her hands gently resting with one on her back and one pushing her tummy to turn her body.
Wanda nodded again, mentally noting every change Nat was making. However the second Natasha touched her belly, she couldn’t help but feel it twitch, she gave Nat a confused look, not quite understanding what that feeling was.
Nat smiled, "Oh sorry, is someone a little ticklish?" She said, trying to be lighthearted as she knew it sometimes helped get trainees out of their heads.
The Scarlet Witch innocently looked at her with a blank expression, she had heard that word before, but she didn’t know what it meant. Maybe it was a sensitivity to a certain attack during a fight? She shrugged in response, curious to find out what it was.
Natasha tilted her head, "Ticklish?" The Widow had to think, "I'm trying to think of how to define the word…sensitive to light touch?" She offered, chuckling at herself, which made Wanda raise her eyebrows in confusion.
“Uh… light touch? I dunno… is this relevant to the training?” Wanda asked quietly, stepping back a little so she wasn’t too close to Nat. Although the two were beginning to bond over time, she didn’t want to feel like she was in Nat’s personal bubble.
"It could be," Nat smiled gently, "Can you step back closer for me so I can see if you have this sensitivity, it might be something relevant to combat," she said, the slightest hint of mischief hidden in her eyes.
Wanda gave her a confused and concerned look, but nodded anyway, knowing she could get away whenever she wanted. She raised her eyebrows at the ex-assassin before stepping back towards her.
Natasha gently set a hand on her tummy and gently fluttered her fingers over to see if Wanda was ticklish there.
Sure enough, Wanda flinched, stepping back immediately as she covered her stomach. “That… didn’t hurt?” She told Nat, clearly confused over what she just felt.
"It tickled," Natasha explained, "Are you uncomfortable?" she asked, making sure the young witch wasn't feeling taken the spy wasn't taking advantage of her. Wanda simply shook her head in response.
“No… it just felt like nothing else I’ve ever felt before. What has this got to do with sparring?” Wanda asked innocently, brushing the feeling Nat’s fingers left on her stomach away.
"Well, actually, this can be a good way to test for spots you need to protect," Nat smiled, getting in her fighting stance again, "You wanna try some blocking?" She asked, a playfully sinister plan coming to rise in her mind.
Wanda nodded, copying Nat’s stance the best she could, whilst still being overly cautious about what just happened and how Natasha could use Wanda’s lack of knowledge about it to her advantage. “Sure…”
Natasha smiled, throwing light punches toward Wanda, and when she turned a little too far forward, she tickled Wanda's tummy softly, "Careful not to leave yourself exposed," the redhead teased goodnaturedly.
Wanda done a pretty decent job at blocking her punches, but she couldn’t help but jump back and protect her belly whenever Nat attacked. “That is so weird! Why does it make me want to laugh?!”
"Well, scientists aren't sure but there's both a play and self-protection aspect to it. Most people are ticklish where they could be injured in a fight or battle. But, it's also how a lot of parents bond with their kids or friends or romantic partners bond too." Nat offered, smiling softly at her, "Your tummy appears to be quite a tickle spot. Do you think you're ticklish anywhere else?"
The young witch listened, she may have had brief moments where her parents got her when she was younger, but she had pretty much no memory of it. Although she was trying to think back to those innocent times, she ended up shaking her head in response, the trauma was too present in her head.
"Would you like me to see if you're ticklish anywhere else?" The ex-assassin offered gently, not wanting to push Wanda too far, but genuinely wanting to be closer with her and build a rapport both for her training and for the younger woman's benefit, and maybe even so she had another woman in the complex as a friend.
“Uhh… sure, I guess.” Wanda shrugged, unsure about what she just consented to, but went along with it anyway. “Do I… have to do anything?” She asked awkwardly.
"Either stand or lay with your arms above your head," Nat shrugged, "I promise none of it will hurt, but it could be a strange sensation for you. And you can tell me stop at any time." She reassured.
Wanda nodded, thinking it would be more comfortable to lay down, so she did just that. She got comfortable and put her arms over her head, still a little hesitant about the whole ordeal.
The Widow nodded, "I was hoping you'd lay, not sure if you're going to squirm," she winked, "I'm going to start off soft and gentle, okay?" She said, resting her fingers poised like spiders on Wanda's wrists.
"Tell me to stop anytime and I will the moment you say," Nat said as she slowly drug her fingers down Wanda's arm with the lightest of pressure.
Wanda scrunched her face up, nodding in response as she immediately slammed her arms down, shivering at the sensation. “It’s so strange…”
"Oh?" Natasha smirked playfully, wiggling her fingers above Wanda, but not touching her, "Would you like me to stop?"
Wanda shrugged. “I’m just scared I’m going to use my magic and hurt you by mistake or just smack in you in general.” She admitted quietly.
Natasha smiled, "Oh Wanda, I trust you. Besides..you might find tickling at certain levels makes you feel unable to use or remember that you have magic," she offered, running her fingers through Wanda's hair to comfort her as she looked her over fondly.
The younger woman nodded, slowly putting her arms up once again, bracing herself by letting out a breath. “Okay… I’m ready.”
Natasha smiled and nodded, "Okay, Ticktickticktickle!" She said as she lightly tickled down and then into her armpits, watching for Wanda's reactions.
“Why are you saying it over and over again?” Wanda asked, already beginning to squirm and bite back a smile, the sensation was already a lot for her as she attempted to keep her cool.
"Oh, it's teasing," Natasha explained, "It can make you want to laugh more and intensify the sensation," she said as she then tried skittering softly down Wanda's ribs.
Wanda nodded before letting out a squeal, she immediately shoved Nat away as she covered her ribs. “AH! That was so weird!” She giggled out shyly.
"But it didn't hurt?" asked the Widow.
“Nohohoho?” She replied, letting herself go now as she continued to giggle and kick out. Her kicks gave Nat the idea as she moved down to Wanda's feet and took off her trainers and socks, running a finger up each arch, "I wonder if you have ticklish feet?"
Wanda yelped and moved quickly to sit on her feet, letting out nervous giggles as she shyly poked her tongue out and shrugged in response to Natasha’s question.
"Oh? Not gonna let me get those huh?" Natasha teased and wiggled her fingers at the brunette, "So what do you think of tickles?"
“I don’t… hate them…” Wanda admitted almost silently, feeling extremely flustered as she shyly looked away from Nat’s wriggling fingers.
"No?" Nat smirked and surprised her with a few skitters into her tummy. "Want to try some sparring with a twist again…or do you want me to see if your feet are ticklish?"
Wanda flinched and squealed, shrugging in response. “It’s uh… up to you.” She replied, blushing as she covered her belly.
"Well it depends, do you want to try using this…tactic in our sparring or are you more curious about your own sensitivity?" Natasha said with a gregarious smile and a mischievous wink.
Wanda shrugged, knowing she was doing this with Natasha for a reason. As much as she was curious about the sensation, she knew she had to get trained up in self-defence. “What do you think?” She asked.
"I'd say we're off to a good sparring lesson so far, now show me what you learned," the Widow said with a wink, although she had plans to add some tickles to the mix.
Wanda nodded, her confidence growing a little as she took the opportunity to tackle Nat back down to gently dig into her ribs. “Am I doing it?” She asked, feeling a little shy about this but still giving it a good go.
"AHAHAHA! YEHEHEES!" Natasha squealed in surprise, "I DIHIIHIHDNT THIHINK YOUUHUHU'D BEHEHE SUHUHUCH a QUIHIHCK stuhuhuhuhudy,"
“Guess I am.” Wanda shrugged, shaking in for a few more seconds before pulling away, not wanting to take it too far as she offered Nat a shy smile.
Natasha suddenly wrapped Wanda in a tight one-armed hug, "You did good kid," she said, still blushing a little, but feeling closer to Wanda, "So, you wanna try some more blocking and get the rest of this training session knocked out, or shall we break for dinner?" She winked.
“We can carry on, just don’t be mean to me.” Wanda smiled a little, hugging her back before stepping away to stretch and crack her knuckles in preparation.
Natasha chuckled, "Mean? Never," she winked and stretched too, then stood in a fighting stance, "Ready, Sparkles?"
Wanda blushed at the nickname, shaking her head as she attempted to tackle her.
Natasha managed to dodge, but the attack forced her to move, making the Widow smirk at the younger Avenger, "C'mon Lightning Bug, hit me,"
“I can’t!” Wanda whined, continuing her slightly feeble attempts to hit her. “I just suck too much at this.” She told her, clearly frustrated at herself.
Natasha softened, easing out of her stance, "Let's try blocking again first," she said, kissing her cheek, "The best offense is a good defense,"
Wanda nodded, getting herself ready by stretching once more. “Okay… I’m ready.” She told Nat quietly.
The redhead threw a hit toward Wanda's center, hard enough to make contact but wouldn't cause too much pain. The Scarlet Witch bit her lip, managing to block the attack before Nat could touch her. “How was that?” She asked.
"That was great Wands!" Nat smiled and hugged her, "Oops, I'm so proud I'm breaking character," she winked at the young Avenger. Wanda just blushed and hugged back, before shyly and curiously poked at Natasha’s belly, wanting to explore more.
"Hehe, that tickles!" Nat playfully nudged her, but kept a close hug on her and let her, "You can explore if you'd like," the redhead offered softly, wanting to reassure Wanda this is a safe space.
Wanda nodded and kept poking and prodding at Nats sides and belly, biting her lip as she watched the ex-assassin for her reactions.
Natasha held somewhat strong, but couldn't help biting her own lip and giggling under her breath, "Youhuhu ahehre a gohohod stuhuhudent," she replied, as Wanda shrugged, secretly wanting to feel the sensation again as she wriggled her fingers along Nats belly now.
"Hahahah Hehey!" Nat squealed and then instinctually tickled Wanda back, squeezing up and down her sides, causing the young witch to squeal and slam her arms back against her sides.
“Gahah it’s so weird!” She giggled Noooo out, taking a few steps back as she wrapped her arms around her upper body, a shy smile on her face.
Natasha smirked, "I think someone is having fun," she teased as she wiggled her fingers at Wanda, glad this first training session turned into bonding.
Wanda bit her lip and looked away, trying hard not to crack a smile as she shrugged in response. “You are?” She asked shyly.
"I'm having a blast," she said and then pulled Wanda into her first tickle hug, causing Wanda to squeal and wriggle around, breaking into giggles as she tried to push herself away from her.
Natasha chuckled, "Awwww you've never had a tickle hug before have you?' she cooed and shook into the witch's ribs.
Wanda shook her head and cackled with giggles, wriggling around in an attempt to get away as she leaned back and gently shoved at Nat.
Nat decided to try a new spot and slipped a finger into her tummy button, wiggling like a worm, "Coochiescoochiecoochie coo Wanda!”
“AH-“ Wanda fell to her knees in a fit of giggles, squirming around and trying to push Natasha’s hand away from that spot. “NEHEHEHEEEE!”
"Oh noooo! I found Wanda's tickle button! Ticktickticktickle!' Nat teased as she gently went down with her, catching her to make sure she didn't fall and hurt herself.
Wanda blushed and covered her belly, thrashing around on the padded floor as she grinned. “Nononono you didn’t!”
"Yes I diiiid!" She said as she squeezed her side with one hand and got her tummy button with the other, causing Wanda to squeal and lean away.
“It’s sohohoho weird!” Wanda giggled out as she lightly shoved at Natasha’s hand. Natasha giggled, "But you're smiling so obviously you're enjoying yourself!" She said before letting up, "Ready to go again?" She said with her hand extended to the witch.
Wanda nodded, giggling a little as she took Nats hand and returned back to her original position, smirking as her confidence grew even more.
hi! ok, so that fic you wrote with yelena, kate and wanda wrecking nat as revenge is one of my favorites. but obviously, natasha would never let them get away with it. we briefly saw her get revenge on yelena, but could you write a fic of her revenge on wanda? wanda wouldn’t use her powers because she can’t focus and doesn’t want to hurt nat, so she would just have to take it while nat completely and utterly wrecks her. thank you!
Hi! Thank you so much for this request! This one was so much fun to write, and I hope you enjoy!
“I’ve got to think of the perfect plan. The perfect time to strike. The perfect time to get my revenge,” Natasha thought to herself, alone in her room at the moment.
A few weeks ago, Wanda, Yelena, and Kate had teamed up to tickle the crap out of Natasha to get revenge for all the times the redhead had gotten them. Natasha knew she couldn’t let them have the last laugh, and she had already gotten revenge on Yelena many times. However, her next target was the young, powerful witch.
Meanwhile, Wanda was looking longingly out the window, looking as if she were missing something. Natasha decided to investigate.
The redhead sidled up next to the witch, putting a comforting arm around her shoulder.
“What’s on your mind, Wanda?” Natasha asked softly.
“Oh you know, just feeling a little nostalgic,” Wanda said sadly.
Natasha waited patiently, knowing that the witch had more to say.
“I just miss being a kid. When I could be carefree and not have a worry in the world,” Wanda sighed.
“Oh Wanda,” Natasha consoled, wanting to say she understood what she felt. However, given her circumstances, she had no childhood and never felt the feeling of glee from being a child.
“I know it’s silly, but there’s this sudden wave of pain that just washes over every now and then,” Wanda explained, leaning her head onto Natasha’s shoulder.
“I have an idea that can help,” Natasha said sincerely, with the faintest smirk forming on her face. But just as Wanda turned towards her in curiosity, all that was left on her face was a sincere, soft smile.
“Follow me, young one,” Natasha said, heading out the door, followed by an excited witch.
…..
“Where are we going?” Wanda asked once again. Natasha didn’t say anything, as they had finally arrived at their destination.
“We’re at a…park?” Wanda said confusedly.
“You said you missed being a kid. And since I never got a proper childhood, I figured we could relive it together,” Natasha said, turning to smirk at Wanda and see her reaction.
Wanda’s eyes lit up like an excited child, eager to let her inner child out.
“But before we begin, we have some unfinished business to attend to,” Natasha warned playfully.
Wanda turned towards her in confusion, now seeing the mischievous smirk that formed on Natasha’s face, and began to make a run for it.
“You better run!” Natasha called out, as she chased the witch around the playground. Luckily, there were no little kids there, so they were free to run around at full speed.
Wanda dashed towards the large slide, which twisted many times and had a large staircase leading up to it. She figured she could climb up and get away from Natasha. And even if the redhead tried to climb after her, she could easily slide down and escape.
Natasha was hot on her heels, stopping abruptly at the staircase. They both knew what would happen in each scenario, as it could be seen on the grins they both shared. Natasha knew Wanda wouldn’t make the first move, so she dashed up the stairs, in an attempt to catch the witch off guard.
Wanda quickly went down the slide, not knowing that Natasha wasn’t fully up the stairs yet. The redhead quickly went back down and chased the witch, as Wanda shrieked and narrowly avoided Natasha.
“You’ll never catch me slow poke!” Wanda called out behind her, as Natasha just felt her competitiveness flare up more.
Next, Wanda quickly traveled up to the top of the jungle gym, poking her tongue out at the redhead, who was now giving her a look of warning from below.
“If you don’t come down now, it’ll be so much worse~,” Natasha warned, raising one eyebrow at the witch.
Wanda gulped, knowing that it was true, but then figured to have fun with it for now, as she already knew she was in big trouble.
Before Natasha could react, Wanda jumped off the jungle gym and sprinted up the stairs that led to the monkey bars.
Natasha just stood under the set of monkey bars, unamused at the fact that she still had not caught Wanda.
“Haha, look at how short you are down there,” Wanda chirped, as Natasha just shook her head with a small smile.
“I bet you can’t even reach me even when dangling from the bars,” Wanda teased, now hanging from them just to prove her point. However, she underestimated the distance between her and Natasha when hanging from the monkey bars, which only made Natasha smirk evilly.
Natasha decided to play along for a bit, giving the witch some hope that she had won. The redhead reached up helplessly, purposely not reaching fully to get the witch.
“I guess you’re right. I’m just too short to reach,” Natasha said with a sigh.
“HA! I knew it! You’re too short to reach me! Oh this is so funny,” Wanda said with a small giggle.
“You want to see what’s funny?” Natasha asked, now fully reaching up, and removing each of Wanda’s shoes.
“Wait! What are you doing? I thought you couldn’t reach me!” Wanda cried, now in genuine fear.
“Oh darling, you can’t possibly think I’m that short,” Natasha said with a tsk, as she now lightly dragged her nails against the bottom of Wanda’s sensitive soles.
“OH NOHOHO NOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAP,” Wanda screamed, kicking her legs wildly.
“I didn’t know you were that gullible and believed that I couldn’t reach you,” Natasha commented, now lightly tickling under Wanda’s toes, which drove her crazy.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP WHY AHAHAHRE YOHOHOU DOIHIHING THIHIHIHIS,” Wanda shouted, struggling to not let go of the bar.
“Oh you don’t know? I’m getting revenge for the time when you teamed up with Yelena and Kate to tickle me. You know, that time where you were foolish and thought you could beat me?” Natasha said teasingly, as she took in the sweet laughter that came from Wanda’s mouth.
No matter how much Wanda kicked and flailed, her feet were constantly being tickled by Natasha’s ruthless nails. If she stayed on the bar, she would keep getting tickled. However, dropping down would mean Natasha could pin her and tickle her everywhere else as well.
Natasha knew Wanda would drop soon, so she stood close to her, while still tormenting her feet.
Natasha looked at her curiously, before making a deal with her.
“Alright, I accept your apology. I won’t tickle you anymore, so you can come down now,” Natasha bargained.
“Really?” Wanda said breathlessly, as she dropped down from the bar into Natasha’s arms.
Natasha looked at the witch square in the eye, as two words came out of her mouth.
“You fool.”
Within seconds, Natasha pinned Wanda’s wrists under her knees, and began kneading away aggressively at the soft spot around Wanda’s hips, sending the girl into hysterics.
“YOHOHOU TRIHIHICKED MEHEHEHE,” Wanda complained through her laughter.
“Not my fault you’re so gullible,” Natasha said, still kneading away, as she melted at the sight of Wanda’s scrunched up nose and contagious laughter.
The redhead moved her hands up to spider her fingers up and down the witch’s sides, adoring the high-pitched squeals and giggles that came from Wanda.
No matter how hard Wanda tried, she couldn’t help but squirm and flinch at every touch, unable to gain control of her powers.
Natasha gave the girl a quick break, still keeping her pinned, as she knew that she would try to escape.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Natasha asked with a smirk.
“I already said I was sorry, and then I got tricked into being tickled even more,” Wanda pouted, which just earned her a big raspberry in the middle of her tummy.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO YOHOHOU JEHEHEHERK,” Wanda screamed, as she bucked against the sensation.
“What did you just call me?” Natasha asked, enjoying her power a little too much.
“AHAHAHA JEHEHEHERK,” Wanda repeated through her hysterical laughter.
“Guess that’ll just earn you more tickles,” Natasha said teasingly, as she moved her hands up to wiggle her fingers in the poor girl’s armpits.
“WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE,” Wanda cried, unable to get rid of the ticklish sensation flowing through her body.
Natasha then drilled her fingers in between Wanda’s rib bones, causing her to shriek and once again scream with laughter.
“IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHT, IHIHIHT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD,” Wanda screamed, now begging for mercy.
Natasha finally let the poor girl up, grinning victoriously.
“See, this is what happens when you take on an opponent that’s better than you,” Natasha quipped, as they both knew she didn’t really mean that.
“You are so mean, you know that,” Wanda commented after catching her breath.
“Oh I know, but that’s how I show my love,” Natasha said.
Wanda smiled to herself, knowing that Natasha truly loved and adored her.
After a beat of silence, Wanda spoke up.
“You know what I can beat you in?”
“Definitely not a tickle fight,” Natasha said with a smirk.
Wanda just rolled her eyes, but continued.
“I bet I can swing higher than you on the swings,” the witch challenged, a new flare in her eye.
The two raced over to the swing set, laughing and shouting like little kids, and swinging as high as possible. The two of them finally got to be kids again, giggling with glee and running around until they were out of breath.
What they didn’t know was that Yelena had been taking Fanny on a walk and had spotted them at the playground.
“Such children,” Yelena muttered under her breath, but smiled at the thought of them getting along and being kids.
Fanny barked in agreement, loud enough for the two girls to hear and turn towards their direction. Yelena knew she had been spotted, and knew that they knew what she had seen.
Without another thought, the two girls took off from the park, as they now had a new mission in mind.
Hello! I love your writing! I would like to request a Wanda and reader fic where Wanda asks if they’re ticklish and reader has actually never been tickled before so Wanda pins down and tickles them and discovers that they’re extremely ticklish! Also maybe something where like the reader snorts when they laugh and Wanda keeps tickling them because she thinks being ticklish and reader snorts is funny and cute. I really relate to this because I snort when I get tickled and I’m super ticklish 😂
Hello anon! Thank you for this wonderful request!! It was so cute and fun to write! Hope you enjoy!!
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It was a relaxing afternoon, and you had just recovered from a cold. Wanda had been taking care of you, helping remind you to take your medicine as well as making sure you were eating and staying hydrated. Today you were feeling much better, and were definitely over any symptoms. However, you loved when Wanda took care of you and gave you her undivided attention, so you kept the act up a little longer.
The two of you were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when you decided to snuggle up with her.
“Hey Y/N, how are you feeling?” The witch asked.
“I still don’t feel 100%, but it would make me feel a lot better if we snuggled together,” you reply, trying to make yourself still sound sick. However, Wanda raised an eyebrow at you, as she suspected something was off.
Wanda agreed anyway, as she would snuggle with you even if you weren’t sick.
After a few minutes, you let out a fake cough to make your story more believable. However, this just confirmed the witch’s suspicions, as she now knew that you were just faking so she would give you more attention.
Wanda now noticed that you were about to fall asleep, but she was feeling mischievous. Her hand slowly went towards your side, as she lightly wiggled one finger against your side.
You jumped and were startled awake, turning with wide eyes towards Wanda.
“What was that for?!?” You cried.
“Y/N, are you ticklish?” Wanda asked, with a slight smirk growing on her face.
“Um, well I’ve actually never been tickled before…” you answered.
“Oh really? Well, then we’ll have to fix that then. We won’t be able to tell if you’re ticklish or not if I don’t tickle you,” Wanda said, as she now held you down with her powers.
“Woah woah, wait. What are you doing?” You asked, now feeling a bit nervous.
“Just finding out the answer to my question!” Wanda replied cheerfully, as she began to lightly knead your hips.
“Wahahanda whahahat ahahare you dohihing,” you giggle out.”
“Looks like someone’s a little bit ticklish, aren’t you?” Wanda teased, as she then began to wiggle her fingers into your stomach.
“AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT,” you laugh out, unable to control your reactions.
“Why would I stop when you’re so cute and adorable?” Wanda asked, as you just responded with more loud laughter.
“Now that I know you’re ticklish, I need to find your most ticklish spot,” Wanda commented.
Your eyes widened with fear, as your hips and stomach were already pretty ticklish. You didn’t know if you could handle anything more.
“No you don’t Wanda! There’s no point!” You protest.
“But I actually do need to know so I can torment you every day,” Wanda said back sarcastically.
Wanda then wiggled her fingers above your armpits, as you tried to pull your arms.
“Don’t even try, Y/N. You know you’re stuck there as long as my powers are still here,” Wanda teased, before digging into your armpits.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHASE,” you scream out, not knowing that the sensations could get worse than before.
“Oooh, I found a good spot,” Wanda remarked.
You just continued to laugh hysterically, unable to produce a response.
“Hmm, where should I try next?” Wanda questioned, giving you a small break.
“You’re not done?!?” You cry out of fear.
“Oh no, Y/N. I still feel like I haven’t found your most ticklish spot yet,” the witch responded.
Her hands then latched onto your ribs, but didn’t start tickling you yet. You let out a shriek and immediately began giggling.
“Nohohoho stohohohp nohohoht thehehehre,” you giggled.
Wanda just grinned evilly, knowing that she was going to have a field day with this.
She then began to drill her fingers between your ribs, as you snorted before falling into a mix of squeals and shrieks.
“QUIHIHIT IHIHIHT YOUOUO JEHEHERK,” you scream out.
“Oh my god, Y/N, that is so cute. You snort when your ribs get tickled,” Wanda cooed.
“STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHRE,” you cry out, as your laughter then went silent.
“Where did your laughter go? I want to hear that snort again,” Wanda teased as she then stopped tickling you. However, after a short period of time, she began to squeeze your upper ribs again, catching you off guard.
*snort* “AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO I GIHIHIVE MEHEHEHRCY,” you scream out.
“Ah, there it is,” Wanda commented.
“You’re such a jerk,” you reply back.
“Hey, don’t even start with me. Consider this your punishment for faking sick for more attention,” Wanda said.
“You knew?!?” You asked in disbelief.
“Of course I knew, Y/N. Your acting skills are terrible,” Wanda replied with a chuckle.
“Well, even if they are terrible, I still succeeded right? I still ended up getting your attention?” You ask cheekily.
Wanda just responded by grabbing your ankle and wiggling her nails across your sole.
“Nohohoho stohohohp ihihi’m sohohory,” you giggle, desperately trying to pull your foot away.
“If you behave, then maybe I’ll give you extra attention through snuggles. If you don’t behave, your extra attention will be through tickles. Also, I now know that you’re ticklish and your most ticklish spot, so don’t even think about lying,” Wanda threatened.
Your cheeks went red, as you blushed from embarrassment. However, you couldn’t help but smile, as you knew that from now on, you were going to ask for extra attention by being a sassy and snarky brat.
After a moment of silence, you spoke up. “Wanda, are you ticklish?”
The witch’s eyes widened for a split second, and you were quick enough to catch it.
“Of course not, Y/N. Witches aren’t ticklish,” Wanda replied with a fond eye roll.
“Really?” You question, before tackling her onto the couch and digging into her sides.
“NOHOHOHO, Y/N STAHAHAHAP,” the witch cried out.
“Hmm, it looks like witches are liars,” you commented thoughtfully, before kneading into her hips aggressively.
“NOHOHOHO ANYWHERE BUHUHUT THEHEHERE,” Wanda screamed, as she bucked against you.
“Ooh, looks like I broke your record for most tries on finding your ticklish spot. I only needed two guesses, and you’re already a mess,” you teased, as the witch blushed.
“IHIHIM SOHOHORY PLEHEHEASE,” Wanda cried out, as you finally let her go.
“Ha, look at you. You begged for mercy after like two seconds,” you snarked.
“Yeah, well at least I don’t snort,” Wanda retorted, as she grabbed your ribs with both of her hands, causing you to yet again snort with laughter and push her away.
“Ohohkay truhuce!” You cry out.
“Y/N, there’s no such thing as a truce. Just know you’re gonna get wrecked for what you just did to me,” Wanda warned.
“I can’t take you seriously when you were just a giggling mess a few seconds ago,” you reply back, taking off running as you knew you were definitely in big trouble now.
hi! can you do a fic where it’s civil war but not everything went to shit so quickly, and wanda is feeling upset about the events in lagos. steve and natasha come in to comfort her, and end up giving her some cheer up tickles to make her smile again. ending with some cuddles and hugs between the three :) thank you!
Thank you for this request, it's so cute! Hope you enjoy!! <3
Wanda sighed, sitting upright on her bed, hugging a pillow. A small sniffle came out of her nose, as she wiped her eyes with her sleeves. The witch had been spending a lot of time alone in her room recently. After her powers had cost the lives of so many innocent people, she felt as if she could never forgive herself.
Steve and Natasha were worried about the young witch. They were unsure of how to approach her, knowing that she was very on edge right now. The two of them sat at the kitchen table, brainstorming ideas.
“Why don’t we just talk to her? We’re going to have to do that eventually,” Natasha commented, becoming antsy as time wore on, fearing that the witch would do something terrible in the state that she was in.
“Natasha, it’s not that easy. We always have to have a plan. If we just go in blindly, we’re not going to get anywhere,” Steve responded.
“Okay, well then what’s your plan?” Natasha asked.
“I think we need to tell her about our own experiences. How we first felt when we realized we were more powerful than the average human. We can tell her the mistakes we made when growing as a person with our powers,” Steve explained calmly.
“Not bad, Rogers. I knew that brain of yours would show up eventually,” Natasha snarked, which earned her a squeeze on the back of her neck, causing her to giggle and swat his hand away.
The two of them headed up to the witch’s bedroom, hopeful that their plan would work.
They stood outside the door for a second, hesitant to knock or open the door because they could hear the witch talking to herself.
“You’re so stupid. What were you thinking? What idiot destroys a whole building and takes away the lives of innocent people,” Wanda sobbed out, as she muffled her cries with the pillow.
Natasha felt her heart breaking at the sound of Wanda’s crying. She viewed her as a little sister, and hated to see her in such a bad state. She raised her fist to knock on the door, hoping the witch would be open to letting them in.
“Who is it?” Wanda asked quietly.
“It’s me, Natasha. Steve is also with me.” The redhead responded softly.
Wanda slowly opened the door with her powers, never leaving her bed. Natasha and Steve walked in, careful about their next steps.
Steve can tell that Wanda wants to say so many things right now, but is so lost in where to start, so he just wraps her in a tight hug, letting her cry into his shoulder.
“I killed them, I’m a horrible person. Their families had to suffer because of me,” Wanda cried out, as Steve continued to embrace her.
Natasha sat down on the bed next to them, getting ready for her part of the plan.
“No Wanda, you’re not a horrible person,” Steve said gently, placing his hands on her shoulders and facing her.
“There was no reason for me to do what I did, I don’t deserve my powers,” Wanda continued, as Natasha felt her chest tighten, wanting the young witch to realize her worth.
“Wanda, you were still new to your powers. We were in the middle of a battle, and it was kind of a fast-paced situation. Mistakes are bound to happen. When I was training in the Red Room, if you made mistakes, there were harsh punishments. But those punishments were in place because they knew we were all going to make mistakes, no matter how much training we had,” Natasha said.
“But I killed them. Innocent people that deserved to live,” Wanda continued.
“Let me tell you the difference between what you did and what I did. You were still new, and you killed them by accident. As for me, I killed people on purpose. My intent was to kill them without a second thought, and then move on to the next person,” the redhead explained, trying to maintain her composure as best as she could when recollecting the horrors of the Red Room.
“When I was first injected with the serum, I wasn’t used to how much strength I had. Tasks took less effort than usual, but it still took getting used to. When I first started to fight hand-to-hand combat, I would use too much force, causing injury and sometimes even killing the opponent,” Steve said solemnly, hoping his message would get through to the witch.
“What we’re trying to say is that we all made mistakes when we were new to our powers, and we still do sometimes, just not as big of them. It’s not just Steve and me, I know for sure every other Avenger has had a similar story,” the redhead reassured the witch.
Wanda just nodded slightly, not sure how to respond. She still felt guilty, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it now.
“Instead, focus on the present and the future. You’ve done some amazing things with your powers, and you have so much potential to grow,” Steve remarked.
“Mistakes are going to happen, but it’s our job to learn from them and try to improve. Dwelling on what happened won’t change it. I know you feel guilty, but being a hero comes with a price. Not everything is going to be all rainbows and sunshine, but I promise you, for the sake of your health and well being, it would be best to learn from this mistake, and forgive yourself,” Natasha said comfortingly.
“Have you guys even forgiven me?” Wanda asked quietly, afraid of what the answer was going to be.
“Wanda, we all love you, and we never had to forgive you. No matter how many mistakes you make, we all know you are trying to use your powers for the right matters. If some people had your powers, they may not use them to help fight off bad guys,” Steve reassured her.
“I guess you guys are right. I guess I just needed to hear it from someone else in order for me to believe it,” the witch said, hugging the pillow again.
“Just know that we’ll always be here whenever you need to talk about something or sort your feelings out,” the redhead added.
“So, are you feeling better about it now?” Steve asked, gently patting Wanda’s head.
“Yeah, I realize that mistakes are part of maturing and growing,” Wanda responded, but still had a frown and look of guilt on her face.
“It might be best if you took your mind off of it for a while,” Steve suggested.
“A smile might help too,” Natasha said, smirking at the witch, and giving Steve a subtle signal.
Wanda furrowed her brow, not sure why the redhead had gone from comforting her to smirking at her in 0.2 seconds. Before she even had time to ponder about what was going on, Steve and Natasha pinned her to the bed.
“Ladies first,” Steve said, as he held Wanda’s arms above her head.
“Still a gentleman, even after living for over a hundred years,” Natasha commented, as she then grinned evilly down at the young witch.
“C’mon Wanda, where’s that smile? If you don’t show it to me, I’ll have to go looking for it,” Natasha said teasingly.
“Ugh, Natasha please no, I really am not in the mood to smile or laugh,” the witch groaned, though she was feeling a lot better in comparison to earlier.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fix that!” The redhead said cheerfully, before digging her fingers into Wanda’s ribs.
Wanda let out a shriek, quickly tugging at her arms, trying to pull them down to protect herself. Steve tightened his grip, almost caught off guard by the sudden movement.
“NATAHAHAHAHSHA STAHAHAHAHP,” the witch laughed out, filling the room with her infectious laugh, as Natasha and Steve both took in the sight of her precious smile.
“Ah there it is! I found it!” Natasha commented, acting more childish than she usually is.
The redhead then moved her fingers up into her armpits, as Wanda squealed and began to laugh even harder.
“We just started, and you are already asking for me to stop?” The redhead questioned. “I can’t tell if you’re all cheered up yet, so I definitely can’t stop.”
“YEHEHEHS YOUOUOU CAHAHAN.”
“Fine, I’ll stop, but Steve will take over instead,” Natasha said, climbing off the witch.
“What?!?! I thought you were done!” The witch shouted, struggling to break free.
“It could’ve been so much easier if you had just smiled for us,” Steve commented, before drilling into her hips.
Wanda bucked at the sudden sensation, now laughing hysterically and begging to be let go.
“But Wanda, I just adore your smile, and if I stop tickling you, I may never see it again,” Steve said with a mischievous smile on his face.
Wanda couldn’t help but laugh even more at the ridiculous remark, as she let out another shriek as Steve began to lightly scratch his fingers on her feet.
“NOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE IHIHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT,” the witch cried out, as Steve just smirked at her, and Natasha giggled at her helpless state.
Wanda tried to kick Steve, but lost all focus when Natasha joined in to tickle her sides.
“OKAHAHAY STAHAHAHAP IHIHIM HAHAHPPY,” Wanda managed to shout through her laughter, as their fingers finally slowed.
The witch lay there panting and out of breath from the torture she had just gone through.
“You guys are the worst,” Wanda commented, as Natasha just sat her upright and crushed her in a giant hug.
“I just adore you Wanda, don’t ever change,” the redhead spoke sincerely.
Steve came over to the other side of Wanda, wrapping his arm around her, as the three of them settled into the bed, with Wanda in the middle of two people who loved her so much.
The three of them got cozy under a large blanket and watched a movie. Wanda would lean her head against Natasha’s shoulder, and then switch to Steve’s every so often. Steve and Natasha couldn’t help but melt at how sweet and adorable the young witch was.
Wanda had been so exhausted from the crying and the tickling that she dozed off every so often. Steve and Natasha couldn’t resist poking or squeezing her side whenever they caught her dozing off, as they loved the sound of her precious squeals and laughter.
Can I request a Clint Barton and Wanda maximoff fic where Wanda is just really upset, even though she doesn't know why so clint tickles her, wrecking her just so he can hear her laugh? Maybe with lots of raspberries?
Hi anon! Thanks for this request! I haven't really written for Clint and Wanda together, so this was a fun and interesting prompt to write! Hope you enjoy!
There was an exciting buzz around the compound, as festivities were getting prepared to be in full swing. Balloons were being blown up, red streamers were being hung from the ceiling, and a cake was currently being frosted fresh out of the oven.
Today was an exciting day, as Wanda had taken another lap around the sun. Everyone was giddy with joy, eager to celebrate their favorite witch. The girl had gone through so much trauma, and they wanted to give Wanda a fun day to celebrate the amazing hero she had become. Unfortunately, Wanda was not feeling the same way.
The Witch had woken up that morning, realizing that today was her birthday. She let out a sigh, as she knew she would have to put on a happy face, not wanting to bring the mood down. She couldn’t quite pick out the reason why she was feeling down. It was one of those days where she was just in a bad mood. Although she wanted to talk to someone about how she was feeling, she knew if she brought it up, it would just ruin the day.
“Where’s Wanda?” Clint asked Natasha. “Beats me, last time I saw her, she was still sleeping,” the redhead responded. Clint decided to take matters into his own hands, and went looking for the powerful witch.
Clint knocked on Wanda’s door, waiting for a response. “Wanda, are you in there?”
Wanda had been awake for hours now, but couldn’t muster up the strength to put on a happy face and act like everything was okay. She was hesitant to respond, as part of her wanted to be alone, while the other part of her wanted to talk her feelings out.
Wanda wasn’t sure if she should pretend like she was sleeping or not, but she didn’t have time to decide, as Clint had already opened the door.
“Wanda? What’s wrong? Why aren’t you up yet?” Clint asked with concern. “It’s just one of those days you know,” Wanda said, sighing sadly. What frustrated her even more was that she could not pinpoint what exactly was bothering her. She wasn’t feeling sad, or angry. It was another emotion that she could not put into words.
“I’m not exactly sure what you mean by that, but if I can help, I’d be more than willing,” Clint responded thoughtfully. The archer hated seeing Wanda so sad, especially since today was her birthday. After all that the poor girl had gone through, all he wanted was for her to be happy.
“Would it make you smile if I told you that Yelena went out of her way to bake a cake for you?” Clint asked. The thought of the sweet, young girl doing something nice for her made her heart feel warm and fuzzy, almost enough to get her to smile. The thought soon faded away, and so did her temporary happiness.
“Wrong wire, I guess,” Clint said, trying to now think of dad jokes to tell Wanda.
“Why did the tomato turn red?” Clint asked, eager to give Wanda the answer. “I don’t know,” Wanda answered flatly. “He saw the salad dressing!” Clint exclaimed before breaking out into infectious laughter.
Wanda found the joke so corny, but found herself struggling to not laugh at the joke along with Clint’s ridiculous laughter. The witch snorted, before quickly containing her laughter.
“I saw that smile Wanda,” Clint said, smirking at her. “You saw nothing,” Wanda calmly stated, until she let out a shriek when Clint tackled her and pinned her to the bed.
“Since you can’t explain why you’re upset, and won’t laugh at my ridiculously funny jokes, I’ll just force it out of you instead,” Clint said with a giant grin.
“What are you going to do to me?!?” Wanda cried, genuinely scared now.
“This!” With that being said, Clint quickly began to scribble and squeeze Wanda’s sides, causing her to break out into loud laughter.
“CLIHIHINT STAHAHAHAP,” Wanda laughed out, trying to break out of his hold. “What? I just wanted to see you smile and hear you laugh. Is that a crime?” Clint asked, moving his hands into her underarms.
“YEHEHEHS IHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIS,” Wanda shrieked.
“You could probably break someone in half with your powers, but somehow a little tickling takes you down?” Clint stated, now moving towards her feet.
“Nohoho nohohot thehehehre,” Wanda squealed out. “Fine, then I’ll do this instead,” Clint said, turning back around and blowing a giant raspberry into her stomach.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO LEHEHEHEHT MEHEHEHEH GOHOHOHO,” Wanda screamed out, as Clint just blew another loud raspberry, turning her laughter silent.
“What happened to your laughter? Where did it go?” Clint asked smugly, giving her one last raspberry, while spidering his fingers up to her ribs.
The witch was now a screaming, giggling, squirming mess, her face flushed and red. Clint looked down at her beautiful smile, as it had finally returned, along with her infectious, loud laughter.
“You are so mean,” Wanda said, pushing him away. Clint didn’t respond, but instead just wiggled his fingers on the bottom of her sole.
“NOHOHO STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHI TAHAHAKE IHIHIT BAHAHACK,” the witch cried out, kicking Clint in the stomach. “I realize now why you told me not to tickle you there,” Clint teased, as the witch blushed at how sensitive she was.
“Do you want to talk about why you were upset?” Clint asked, now in a more serious manner. “No,” Wanda said, but Clint could hear the mischief in her voice. It wasn’t a “no leave me alone” kind of no. It was more of a challenging “no.” Almost as if she was daring him to get it out of her.
Before Wanda could even say anything else, she was lost in her laughter once again, as Clint now drilled into her hips. Wanda bucked against him, and let out a scream of laughter.
“Want to tell me now?” Clint asked mischievously. “NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP,” Wanda cried out. “I’m not stopping until you tell me,” the archer responded with a teasing tone.
He knew Wanda was going to put up a fight, so he went back to his secret weapon that he always used on his kids, which had also caused the witch’s laughter to go silent earlier.
Clint bent down to blow a raspberry, but stopped just above her stomach. Clint watched as her whole body tensed up, and giggles were already pouring out of her mouth. “You can give up and just tell me now,” Clint offered, with a shark-like grin on his face.
“Nohohoho neheheveher,” Wanda giggled, before wheezing with laughter as Clint’s mouth met her stomach. She twisted and squirmed, trying to get the awful feeling off of her stomach. Weakened by her laughter, her squirming wasn’t of much use. “OHOHOKAHAY IHIHIILL TEHEHEHELL,” she screamed out.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Clint asked, as Wanda stuck her tongue out at him.
Wanda eventually caught her breath and began to speak. “I just feel a little guilty. I held a whole town hostage, and yet you guys are celebrating me today. It just doesn’t feel right,” Wanda said with a frown.
“Wanda, we’ve all done bad or wrong things in life. It’s not like you did it for no reason. You were grieving, and we all know what you’ve been through. We’ve been with you almost every single step of the way. We want to celebrate you because of how amazing and strong you are. Not many people would be able to pick themselves up from all the trauma that you went through,” Clint said sincerely.
“I guess you’re right, but I just couldn’t face you guys being all happy for me without feeling a little guilty. What if it was you guys that I held hostage? I would never forgive myself,” Wanda said solemnly.
“Well it wasn’t us, and even if it were, we would forgive you and always love you,” Clint reassured her.
“There’s also something else,” Wanda continued, looking at him innocently.
“What is it?” Clint asked.
“Since today is my birthday, I’m turning one year older. That means I’m getting old…like you,” Wanda finished with a smirk, quickly taking off to escape from the archer.
Clint reacted just in time to catch her and throw her back on the bed, quickly sitting on her legs and scribbling as fast as he could on her soles.
“NOHOHOHO STOHOHOP IHIHIHT OHOHOLD MAHAHAN,” Wanda laughed out, struggling to yank her feet away from those tormenting fingers.
“Not until you say I’m not old,” Clint said, wiggling his fingers lightly under her toes, causing her to cackle now.
“IHIHIHI DOHOHONT WAHAHANT TOHOHOHO LIHIHIE,” Wanda snarked through her laughter.
“Don’t make me blow another raspberry,” Clint warned, turning around.
“NOHOHOHO DOHOHONT IHIHI ADMIHIHT YOUOU’RE YOUOUNG,” Wanda cried out, not imagining what it would be like to have another raspberry blown on her sensitive stomach again.
Wanda huffed and glared at Clint. “You know, I’m going to get revenge on you, you know. Don’t think I don’t know about how ticklish your armpits are. Natasha told me all about it,” Wanda warned. Clint just chuckled, as they walked downstairs to where the festivities had started.
Natasha had walked past Wanda, but not without pinching her side first. The witch let out a yelp, and jumped away from the redhead. “What was that for?” Wanda shouted at Natasha.
“I heard you screaming with laughter upstairs, so I had to test it out myself,” the redhead said with a smirk and a casual shrug. Clint saw this and came over towards Wanda whispering, “Why don’t we both wreck Natasha? We both have our reasons.” The redhead had seen them whispering, and became suspicious.
“WHO WANTS TO JOIN ME IN THE FIRST ACTIVITY OF THE DAY?” Wanda shouted as she and Clint chased after the redhead, ready to tickle her to pieces. The redhead turned on her heels and sprinted away from them as fast as she could. Little did she know, there were more people behind Wanda and Clint.
Wanda thought back to what had just happened, realizing that she was loved, and deserved to have a special day to herself. She knew Clint had just tickled her to pieces to try and cheer her up and make her happy again. Even though it was torture for her, she appreciated the thought of Clint trying to help her in any way he could.
Natasha on the other hand, had just pinched her to be a jerk, or “a big meanie,” which is what Wanda called her. The witch was all cheered up, and would be even happier when she finally got to wreck the redhead, and eventually Clint, but probably another time.
Hi! Can you please write one where reader keeps tickling Wanda so Wanda gets her revenge? Maybe some rib and armpit tickling if you don’t mind! Those are my most ticklish spots lol
Hi anon! Thank for this request! I had two similar prompts both involving reader and Wanda so I combined the two. Hope you like it!
It was a chaotic and exciting time at the compound, as you were all setting up for a surprise birthday party for Kate. She was off on a mission for a few weeks, which gave you guys plenty of time to decorate and get all the details sorted out. You all wanted to make this one extra special since it was her first birthday at the compound with everyone.
You had just come home from school to find Wanda hanging up purple decorations on the walls. “Oh hi Y/N, you’re back!” Wanda said, putting down the decorations to give you a hug. You returned her embraced and went to put your stuff away. When you returned, Wanda was struggling to reach the highest part of the decorations, standing on her toes in hopes of reaching it. “I would ask you for help Y/N, but you’re too short to reach this part too,” Wanda said, booping your nose with a teasing smile. You huffed at her constant teasing of your height, as you were the shortest avenger, even shorter than Natasha. As Wanda returned to reaching up to finish the decorations, an idea came into your head. Now was a perfect time to get some revenge for her constant teasing about your height.
You slowly and carefully walked over to Wanda, and lightly poked her side, causing her to yelp and pull her arm down. “Y/N! What was that for? You almost made me drop all the decorations,” she said trying to glare at you, but you could see the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. “Well, you are taller than me, so c’mon use those long arms to put up the decorations. You wouldn’t want Kate to be disappointed, would you?” You responded while smirking at her. Wanda rolled her eyes, and continued to put up the rest of the decorations. As she reached up once more in an attempt to hang up the hardest part, you dug your fingers into her armpits, as she let out a loud squeal and slammed her arms down at her sides immediately. “Y/N, STAHAHAHAHP,” Wanda laughed out as she pushed you away. She planned on chasing after you, but you had already run away, and she knew she had to stay to keep the rest of the decorations in place.
Later that night, you, Yelena, and Wanda were relaxing and watching a movie. Wanda had gotten up to get a glass of water, as you then decided to be mischievous and steal her seat on the couch. When the young witch returned, she gave you a look before sitting in your lap without saying a word, pretending as if you weren’t there. “I wonder where Y/N is,” Wanda said to Yelena who just gave a shrug in return. “Oh well, I guess we’ll just have to watch the best part of the movie without them,” Wanda said as she reached for the remote to press resume. As she reached for the remote, you dug your fingers into her sides, causing her to jump and try to get away from you. You held onto her tightly, and continued to torment her sides. “AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO Y/N STAHAHAHAHP,” Wanda cried out, struggling to break free. You chuckled in amusement, watching Wanda struggle to gain her composure. That brief second was enough for Wanda to quickly overpower you, and pin you with her powers. Your eyes widened as you saw Wanda smirk down at you, feeling helpless as your arms were above your head and you couldn’t protect yourself.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like little Y/N is trapped and has nowhere to go,” Wanda said, wiggling her fingers towards you, as you already started to squirm and giggle. “I guess I don’t even have to ask if you’re ticklish since you’re already laughing,” Wanda teased, as your face turned red.
“Yelena, help me, please! I promise I won’t ever tickle you again!” You pleaded with the blonde, as she was seriously considering helping you out. She was used to being in the position you were in, only it was usually with Natasha. Before Yelena could say anything Wanda shot some of her magic over towards Yelena, causing her to burst out laughing as a ticklish sensation swarmed around her stomach. That was enough of a warning for Yelena to not help you, and let you suffer on your own.
“Now Y/N, where’s your most ticklish spot? It’s strictly for scientific research,” Wanda teased as you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. When she had asked the question, you briefly had a flashback to when your worst spot had been tickled, which she was quick enough to read. “I knew you weren’t going to answer me, but luckily I can read your mind,” Wanda said, as she dug into your ribs, causing you to start cackling with laughter. “WAHAHAHANDAHAHA STAHAHAHAP NOHOHOHT THEHEHEHRE,” you laughed out, struggling to break from her powers, which wasn’t a wise decision. “Now which rib of yours is most ticklish?” Wanda questioned, as you were too out of breath from laughing to respond. “No answer. Then I guess we’ll just have to test all of them,” she said as she began to scribble at your lower ribs. “STAHAHAHAP YOUOUOU AHAHARE SOHOHOH MEHEHEAN,” you shouted at her through your laughter. “You wanna see mean?” Wanda said as she began to squeeze at your very upper ribs, causing you to scream with laughter, knowing that if you weren’t held down, you would’ve definitely punched her in the face. At this point, your laughter was starting to get wheezier, and she could tell you needed a break.
You lay there panting, but realized that she hadn’t let you go yet. “Let me go!” You demanded, as Wanda just poked your ribs. “That was revenge for you tickling me and taking my seat just now. I still have to punish you for earlier when you tickled me when I was hanging up decorations,” Wanda said with an evil grin. “Oh, you mean that time when you were also too short to reach?” You quipped, as Wanda just began to scribble into your armpits, causing you to start laughing hysterically. “What’s wrong, smart one? Don’t you have anything to say?” Wanda said as she knew you were laughing too hard to say anything. You opened your mouth to try to either say something snarky again, or to tell her to stop, but you ended up just breaking out into even more laughter. You desperately tried to pull your arms down, as her cruel nails began to now lightly tickle your armpits. Although she had slowed down, it was still torture for you, as your face was now very red, and your laughs went silent.
Wanda decided to give you another break, but knew there was some sort of snarky or sarcastic comment on the tip of your tongue. You glared at her after you had finally stopped giggling, and realized that again you were still held down. “So, Y/N, have you learned your lesson?” Wanda said, eyeing you carefully. “Yes,” you responded, clearly out of breath. “And what was the lesson you learned?” Wanda said calmly. “To not make fun of your height even though you’re also short,” you said, instantly regretting it as Wanda spidered her fingers up and down your sides. “Nohohoho stohohohop ihihihi tahahahke ihihiht bahahack plehehease,” you giggled out as she finally let you go.
“Ha, that was hilarious. You just got totally wrecked,” Yelena said, as she laughed at your state. “Don’t worry, you’re next,” Wanda said to the blonde, as Yelena’s eyes widened and she immediately shut her mouth.
The next week went by fairly quickly, but you were seriously in a bad mood today. You had just gotten a bad score on your test, and you were stressed about your grades in general. Whenever you were stressed, you were pretty moody and got upset very easily. You went straight to your room and slammed the door behind you, flopping onto your bed to get away from reality for a few hours. Wanda had heard this and decided to go check up on you.
“Y/N, can I come in?” The witch asked after knocking twice. “No! Go away!” You shouted, a little more harshly than you had intended. “Is that the way you speak to your favorite person in the whole world?” Wanda teased, hoping that would get a smile out of you, as she entered your room. “Well, right now you’re my least favorite,” you said, not really meaning it. Wanda smiled and sat next to you on your bed. “What’s wrong, Y/N? You know I hate seeing you sad,” Wanda said as she gently stroked your cheek. “I just bombed a test in school, and now my grades are going to suck, and I’m just going to be a huge failure,” you finished, feeling a lump forming in your throat, as the stress and anger was rising in you.
“Y/N, you know that one test or one grade doesn’t define who you are. To me, even with that bad grade, you are still a brave and intelligent avenger. It doesn’t change how I view you, and you should still view yourself in a positive way too,” Wanda said, as you began to realize that she was right. You weren’t going to let one thing define who you were. People loved you for so many different reasons, and they still would no matter what. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Wanda began to speak again.
“You know what else you are, in addition to being brave and intelligent?” Wanda asked, smirking as she began to squeeze your sides rapidly. “You’re also super ticklish,” Wanda finished as you tried your hardest not to laugh, as you were really not in the mood to. You figured if you didn’t laugh, she would just give up and leave you alone.
Luckily, this time she didn’t hold you down with her powers, since she already felt bad for the state you were in, but she was still able to tickle you easily even with your hands free. She began to wiggle her fingers faster against your sides, as you arched your back, trying to get rid of the awful sensation her fingers were producing. You could feel the giggles bubbling up in your throat, and you clamped a hand over your mouth to cover up your smile and any giggles that tried to escape.
“Oh no you don’t, Y/N. You’re gonna smile for me whether you like it or not,” Wanda said with a growing grin on her face. With that statement she began to claw at your upper ribs again, remembering that this was an awful spot for you. With that, you couldn’t contain your laughter anymore, as your arms shot down to protect yourself. “NOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHP,” you whined through your laughter, with a wide grin on your face. “There it is! There’s that beautiful smile of yours!” Wanda exclaimed over your laughter. She continued to claw into your ribs, as you continued to squirm and shout out with laughter, begging her to stop, as you were now feeling embarrassed.
“I can’t stop, Y/N, not until you’re all cheered up. You know I’m the best at cheering you up,” Wanda said softly scribbling at your stomach. “Noho yououu’re nohohohot youououou’re juhuhuhust a buhuhuhlly,” you giggled out as Wanda’s eyes widened with shock. “Really? Even in the position you’re in, you just can’t resist those snarky comments,” Wanda said as she now pinched your sides, causing you to jump and enter another fit of laughter. “FIHIHINE STAHAHAHP IHIHIM HAHAHPPY PLEHEHEASE JUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHP,” you cried out as Wanda’s fingers finally slowed.
“Told you, I was the best at cheering you up,” Wanda said triumphantly. “You didn’t actually cheer me up, you just cheated and forced me to laugh,” you said, rolling your eyes at her. “You just never learn, do you,” Wanda remarked as she began to tickle your feet relentlessly. You screamed with laughter, as you tried to kick her as many times as possible, before she finally relented.
“I love you, Y/N, and I’ll always be here to tickle you whenever you’re feeling down,” Wanda said with a smirk, followed by a fond smile towards you. As you opened your mouth to say something back, you thought better of it, as you saw Wanda give you a look of warning. “Thanks for filling me in on your little secret, Y/N. I’ll be using it very often,” Wanda said leaving your room.
With that, you realized that you were special and unique in your own way, and that people would focus on the positive aspects of yourself. You knew you were being hard on yourself, and that you should be proud of yourself, even through the rougher times. You felt a small smile tug at your lips as you came to this realization. You then felt worried, as you realized that if Wanda ever caught you being too hard on yourself or in a bad mood, she would absolutely wreck you again.
