Look into my eyes (search your soul)
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Your love for Wanda could make you go the distance and more, just to see her happy.
A/N: I honestly don’t know what this is. Just a needed filler chapter for the final coming up? I should admit I’ve hit a wall that if it wasn’t for @wandabear who slapped me with out of the writers block i don’t know if I’d be able to continue this, lol. I just want to say that tooth-rotting fluff is coming. Hope you enjoy this mess (:
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII
Getting out of your car, you couldn’t help the smile growing by the second as your chest inflated with pride.
The house you’ve always wanted was about to be finished. After all the hard work and the re-designs, in just a few more days your forever home would be ready for you to fill with thousands of memories.
“Hi, James!” You greeted your contractor.
“Hi, Miss,” he bowed mockingly.
“Cut the crap, asshole.” You laughed at him.
“What? My salary after this will ricochet. It’s only fair I treat you as royalty.”
“We both know we’ve had bigger projects. Don’t you?” A raised eyebrow accompanied your smirk.
“This was the most challenging, though.” He countered as you both walked through the front door. “Which leads me to-”
“Please, no.” You whined disappointedly, feeling the happiness melting away.
“It’s big,” James informed. “Remember how we were greatly surprised the water pipelines were practically new?”
“I don’t get it. The inspection came out right.” You felt a tug at your heart as you spotted the huge hole in the floor.
“We still have to figure out exactly where the leak is. We’re waiting for the inspectors,”
“How long?” You braced yourself as the anxiety took over.
“To move into the house? Around 7 weeks.”
“The fuck? You know my lease ends in less than 6. Right?” You growled.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. Might as well make sure everything is okay so you don’t have to fix it later on.” James reasoned.
Sighing, you just nodded defeatedly. The news about you being homeless even if for a bunch of days only increased the anxiety absorbing the reduced oxygen your lungs needed to function properly.
“Do you know a trusted storing company, by any chance?” You put your hands in the pockets of your jeans, trying to hide the shaking.
“I’ll send you the contact later, yes?” He looked up at you with a sympathetic smile.
“Thank you,” you smiled sadly before making your exit. You didn’t have it in you to inspect the remodeling anymore. Much less to ask about details.
Closing the car’s door harder than you should’ve, your fists collided against the steering wheel repeatedly. To say you were furious was an understatement. It was in times like these that you questioned how much of an asshole you have been in your past lives to be paying such karma.
You see, having to ask for shelter wasn’t something that worried you because you knew your friends would happily take you in. But what upset you was that it happened right when you had not one but two different clients that had requested a 3D model of their projects. And if the chaos your workplace turned into had you moody, you didn’t want to imagine how it’d affect whoever decided to host you.
But before you could dwell too much into your disgrace, your phone took you out of your reverie.
“Yes?” You tried to steady your voice.
“Uhh, troubles in paradise?” You cursed yourself for failing such easy tasks.
“Don’t remind me,” you grunted. “What’s up, Bucks?”
“Everyone is here already. Don’t tell me you forgot?” You could hear the voices of your friends talking in the background.
“Right. I didn’t forget,” you sighed. “I’m on my way, now.”
The way to Natasha’s was spent trying to calm down your anxiety. Today was a day to just enjoy your friends' company and have some good times. There’d be time to worry about your problems later.
But of course, that was better said than done for as you raised your hand to knock on the redhead’s door, your phone started to ring and the name of your most exigent client flashed on the screen.
Inhaling a long breath, you picked up the call. “Good afternoon, Mr. Coleman,”
“Hello, darling. Is there any chance you could send me the design for the guest house?”
“But there are a few details to finish,” you reasoned with the old man as you smiled exasperated to the redhead at the other side of the door.
“I understand, but I’m here with my son and he wants to check it out before you finish it just to get-” You walked inside the apartment, plopping yourself on the three-body couch in the living room, not interested in the explanation the man provided you.
“Alright, Mr. Coleman. I’ll send you the sketch right now.” You bumped your head against the padded backrest of the couch repeatedly at the lack of room to scream. It wouldn’t be very professional of you, after all.
“Thank you, darling. Have a nice weekend.” The old man greeted and you could only answer in the most cheerful voice you could fake before hanging up and leaving a loud grunt.
“I want a sugar mommy,” you whined, earning the laughs of your friends.
“Didn’t peg you for a sugar baby,” Natasha scrunched her nose at the thought.
“Ehh. If the pay is worth it,” you shrugged looking around. “Where are my babies?” you pouted at Wanda.
“They’re with Vision,” the redhead smiled tenderly and you ignored the trembling of your heart.
“Bummer.” You sighed. “Nat? Can I borrow your laptop?” You then turned to the redhead, who was looking at you with a knowing smirk.
“Sure thing,” she pursed her lips trying to keep whatever she was thinking to herself, making it impossible for you to stay glued to the couch.
“Why you looking at me like that?” You questioned the older woman as you followed her to her study.
“Sugar mommy? Really?” Natasha laughed mockingly.
“You know it was just a joke, right?”
“Does Wanda, thought?”
“What does she has to do with that?” You frowned confused.
“Dude, you can’t say those things in front of her. She has it bad for you,”
“Oh, shut up. She doesn’t.” You shook your head as you pressed the keys to access your email.
“I’m telling you, you’re so smart for a lot of things but so dumb when it comes to her.” Natasha walked away, leaving you dumbfounded with her words replaying in your mind.
But there’ll be time to try and decipher her words later. Now, you have to tend to your irritating client.
After what seemed like a few minutes too long of you fumbling with the touchpad, you clicked on the ‘send’ button and logged out of your account, turning off the laptop in the process.
The way Natasha's eyes were set on you despite having her girlfriend by her side made Wanda's blood boil with jealousy. Even more so at the way you were fidgeting as you kept stealing glances at her. The secrecy of it all had Wanda's fingers itching to pat the redhead’s smirk away.
Truth be told, it's been a few days since Natasha had taken her place in your life. Granted, you still visited each other frequently like you used to. But most times than not, Natasha was present when Wanda visited you. And even though Wanda knew the redhead’s heart belonged to Maria, she couldn’t help the greeny monster taking over her.
"So, how's the house going?" Wanda's attention picked up at those words, turning her gaze to you.
"Painfully slowly going." You whined, chewing the bite you just took.
"I thought it was almost done?" Bucky asked.
Sighing, you positioned yourself with your back against the armrest of the sofa and Wanda couldn’t help the soft caress in her heart at seeing you so relaxed if it wasn't for the frown on your face.
"James found a leak in the water pipeline and it'll take longer for me to move in, so now I'll be homeless when my leash ends next month," you sighed looking down at your hands and Wanda's words stuck in her throat as Natasha beat her to it.
"That sucks. But you know you can stay with me for whatever long it takes. Right?" The redhead offered.
"And have Maria having a meltdown?"
"Hey! I'm not that bad." The brunette complained.
"Who are you kidding? I can tell you the times you scolded me for being so careless when you saw me working," you chuckled heartily and Wanda couldn’t help giggling at the image playing in her mind.
"In my defense, it looks like a tornado passed by after you finish it." She shrugged.
Wanda didn't get to understand your retort as she was taken to the past, when she had stayed -multiple times- with you as you worked through the night building rooms and molding different miniatures of furniture out of cardboard and wood sticks as you created the mock-up of the design you were working on. Feeling the calm taking over her as she got to see you so at ease into your element even though it left you crying sometimes. The way you always patiently instructed her how to cut or glue the small objects had her heart skipping a beat when your hands would brush against each other. The calloused yet soft skin of your fingertips against hers had shivers running down her spine.
The pang against her side had her back to the present as she looked at her brother, frowning when Pietro’s eyes were moving weirdly.
Raising an eyebrow, Wanda silently asked him what his problem was, only for him to signal at you with his blue eyes.
But even though they shared a special bond thanks to being twins, sometimes it took more than a look to communicate.
And Pietro seemed to think the same as he sighed before he spoke. "Why don’t you stay with us?" Wanda's head tilted to the side as if her brother had grown a second head.
"Not sure it'd be ideal, Piet. With the twins and Wanda working from home, I don't want to impose," you nodded in the negative. Wanda's brain was trying to catch up with whatever was happening.
"Pretty sure Wanda wouldn’t mind. Right?" Wanda had to muffle a grunt as yet another finger poked at her side. Looking back at his brother, she saw him gesturing to agree with him.
"Of course not," Wanda tried to give the most convincing smile she could muster. "Lord knows I could have another adult by my side to try to understand the twins' babbling,"
"We'll see. I still have a few weeks to solve it." You shrugged it off, signaling the end of the discussion; leaving Wanda thinking about the prospect of you living in her house even if just for a few days and she’d be lying if the idea didn’t get her heart somersaulting.
The upcoming weeks we spent between you working nonstop trying to finish as much of your projects as you could just so you didn’t turn Wanda’s house into a mess with your supplies and boxing whatever you didn’t need for the time coming as your possessions along with your furniture would be sent to the storage facility James had recommended you.
“I finished with the kitchen,” Natasha spoke, walking into your room.
“Thank you,” you eyed her sitting on your bed, her green eyes looking at you expectantly. “Can I help you?”
“Maybe.” The redhead pursed her lips, obliging you to release a grunt as you busied yourself packing your clothes. “I need you to answer me something.”
You hummed in acknowledgment as you took a ripped jeans from the pile you had decided would go to the storage, folding it neatly before you put it in the box.
“I’ve been thinking,” Natasha paused and it took all the patience you had just to swallow your growl. “What if you and Wanda get together? Where would you live?”
Her words had you turning your head so fast that you felt dizzy for a few seconds. “Where do you get that idea from?” You frowned as the redhead groaned painfully.
“I swear to God, you’re so dense, Y/N!” Natasha rolled her eyes exasperatedly.
“I'm not. It’s just-” You paused trying to organize your thoughts, too afraid to misunderstand the signals both your friends and Wanda constantly gave you.
“I don’t want to hurt,” you sighed defeatedly. “If she really felt something for me, she wouldn’t have rejected me for prom night.”
“We were kids back then,” the redhead took a seat beside you on the floor, taking the crumpled shirt off your hands. “She was afraid,” Natasha took your hands in hers, squeezing them.
“Afraid of what?” You felt your heart cracking at that confession. Why would Wanda ever be scared of you?
“That’s something you have to ask her,” Natasha spoke softly, almost pitifully. “But what I can tell you is that you just have to open your heart in order to see,”
But before you could voice your feelings any further, the ringing of your doorbell had the redhead walking to greet your friends, ready to help you with the moving.
After having loaded all your furniture and boxes into the haul truck Bucky had managed to borrow from a friend, you both drove alongside Steve to the storage place while Natasha and Maria drove to Wanda’s with your baggage.
“I think we deserve a nice dinner as a welcome.” The blonde spoke, gaining your attention.
“It’d need more than a dinner to thank you, guys. You’re literal live savers,” you smiled truthfully.
“Ehh. It’s nothing, dude.” Bucky shrugged you off with his eyes glued to the road. “But you need to keep us updated.”
“With what?” You frowned at his words.
“With Wanda, you dummy,” Steve giggled.
“Not you too,” you whined, throwing your head back.
“What? We deserve the dits as your best men,” Bucky smiled toothily and you didn’t have it in you to break his heart.
“Can we not go there? It’s not like we’re moving in together,” you rolled your eyes.
“Yet. You’re not moving together, yet.” Steve corrected and your hand itched to lovely pat their faces.
To say the rest of the afternoon was full of mockery and laughs was an understatement. You barely had time to spend with the boys as adulthood had you all pretty busy, so you tried to make it the best of the day as all three of you worked together to put your belongings into safety.
Once you reached the house that would shelter you for the next ten days, you couldn’t help the sweat forming in your palms and the feeling of utter uncertainty at the prospect of breathing the same air as Wanda’s twenty-four-seven.
Natasha’s words from earlier did nothing to placate the anxiety tugging at your heart.
“Thanks for having me,” you smiled something crooked at the redhead on the other side of the door.
“It’s nothing,” she smiled toothily and you couldn't help your heart skipping a beat at the shine you saw in those green eyes. “Hope you don’t mind that I cooked pasta?” Wanda scrunched her nose in that way it had you all mushy over the floor.
“As if you didn’t know me,” you rolled your eyes playfully, earning a laugh from your host.
“Where are my sunshines?” You walked further into the house looking for the twins, wanting to escape the uncomfortable silence that had settled between you both just a second ago.
While time ago you’d be more than happy to spend unlimited time with Wanda, now it was only anxiety what you felt as you wandered into the very-well known house as your inner fears slowly manifested themselves, making it hard for you to feel at ease in what you once considered your second home. Too afraid to face the reality you dreaded to recognize laying at the back of your mind.
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