(by missmonsters2 on tumblr)
Out of all your time spent being an Avenger, you would say that Wanda was the person you were the least close with.
Not because you didn't like her or she didn't like you or anything, you just found that there weren't that many opportunities to get to know the girl.
Wanda was getting private training from Natasha on the art of blending in and spy training 101. Her time was consumed by that, and you were generally busy taking on missions that kept you away from the compound.
On top of that, you've never been assigned to a mission with her before. You've literally worked with everyone but Wanda.
So, you were quite surprised when Wanda reached out to you for help on her mission.
You had just finished your own mission and on a private jet on your way back. Honestly, you were kind of excited to just go back home to relax. You had no more missions for the next little while, and it's been a long time since that happened.
But when Wanda radioed in, you assumed you were probably her last choice to ask.
So, you had to make a pit stop instead.
You had no idea what her mission was even about, but whatever it was, you hoped it wasn't something that was going to need to be dragged out.
You stopped in front of the house that Wanda gave you the coordinates to. Immediately, you notice from your peripherals through your sunglasses the neighbors are watching you discreetly through their window.
Before you can say or do anything, Wanda bursts out the front door, running straight for you. You immediately tense up the moment Wanda jumps onto you, forcing you to hold her, so she doesn't fall.
"Wanda, what the fu-"
"милый! You're finally back, I've missed you so much."
Darling? You think to yourself confusedly. A scream wants to escape you and your muscles itch to push Wanda off, but you will yourself to calm down.
As an agent, you know that Wanda is putting on a show and you were going to blow her cover if you didn't play along.
So, you force yourself to smile, wrapping your arms around her fully before spinning her around. You hear her laugh before you settle her down.
"I've missed you too, принцесса," You tell her softly, and for a moment, her eyes sparkle, but it passes quickly before you can really make sure.
Wanda giggled a little more before grabbing your arm and dragging you inside the house with a positively wicked look in her eyes along with your luggage.
The second you're both inside with the door shut, it's like a switch.
Wanda drops your arm before turning to you with an apologetic look.
"Sorry," she says. "Our neighbors, my targets, were looking outside. I had to make sure they see us."
It's the first time you've probably ever had such a long conversation with her, and you notice immediately that she's got a subtle accent. Not as strong as when you first met her, nor completely gone like the last time you heard her talk.
It was clear she had a particular profile to play.
"Right..." you respond, "and exactly what is it that they're supposed to see?"
"Well," Wanda drags out, "I'm here to recover a specific item. It's a half a million-dollar gold sphere that actually has an important microchip inside of it. The targets aren't criminals, just wealthy club owners who may have bought it on the black market without knowing what it is."
