Female Reader X Female Characters

Wanda Maximoff

God, I cannot believe my favorite avenger used to be fucking Hawk Eye....anyway-(I HAVE AN EXCUSE AS TO WHY THOUGH)...anyway, Wanda and Nat supremacy.
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"What are your powers again?"

"I know I'm new here, but I've told you five times already."

"I know, I know...but you said something about reading minds."

"Yeah, I can read your mind."

"Cool, cool, cool. No doubt, no doubt. Now...how far can this power go? Like if I distance myself far enough-"

"If you're close enough, I can read your mind."

"Nice, nice. Yeah okay, I'm done with the questions now."
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You looked over your shoulder, eyes pealed for a certain woman. You were tense, so tense you hasn't even glanced at your delicious slice of pineapple pizza. (Pineapple pizza supremacy, I don't take criticism.)

"Y/N."

"Jesus christ! You almost made me spill my chocolate milk!" You groaned, turning to face the redhead.

"You seem tense."

"I am!"

"Why?" She laughed, swinging the fridge door open.

"The witch." You murmured, taking another glance around the room.

"What? Not fond of witches?"

"She's cool, very cool. But she can read my mind, my mind Nat!"

"Yeah because you're mind is just so-...wait a minute. What are you hiding?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah? Why don't I call in Wanda herself and-"

"Okay! I'm fond of witches."

"Okay? What does that have to do with Wanda herself?"

"I'm fond of a witch." You whispered, leaning over the island. She started blankly at you, and you could practically see the gears turning in her head. "You're a fucking spy, Nat."

"Oh! Oh! Oh! You like Wanda." She whispered, her nose brushing against yours now. You nodded slowly, your ears now pealed for any odd noises, or footsteps in general.

"Yes. That is why I'm on my toes-Steve! Fucking hell, Steve!" You jumped, knocking over your plastic cup of chocolate milk. "This blows." You murmured, staring as your beverage spilled over the island and onto the tile floor.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Ew, no." Natasha gagged, offending you greatly.

"You know, that hurts."

"You'll get over it."

"I just came to get a glass of water."

"Get your water, Steve, get your fucking water. But just know, I hope you drown on that fucking water."

"I don't think that's possible."

"Whatever."

"Clean up that chocolate milk, before Tony sees it." He smirked, walking away happily with his cup of water.

"Fuck you!"
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"Wanda!" You shrieked, startling everyone in the kitchen. The team narrowed their eyes at you, Steve in particular seeing as his cup of coffee was half empty, the rest now all over his t-shirt.

"Yes?"

"Uh, morning?"

"Morning." She muttered, confused. Puns, puns was all she saw.

Why did Adele cross the road? To say hello from the other side.

"Y/N, are you alright?" The woman spoke, your friends stood aside, watching with knowing smirks.

"Fine, yes. Fine. Wanna hear a pun?"

"I've already heard quite a few."

"I'm going on a jog." You rushed, making a beeline towards the towers elevator.

"Why don't you take Wanda with you?" Natasha suggested, a shit eating grin on her face as you dashed past her.

"Can't! Wish I could though!" You waved, the doors shutting seconds later. The team stood, not moving an inch after the awkward encounter. After minutes, Wanda turned, her mug in hand.

"Who's Adele?"
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"Just turn your brain off."

"I'd say that's impossible, but you seem to do it frequently."

"It was just a suggestion, fucking smart ass." Clint huffed, snatching the bag of chips from your hands.

"Can you two shut up! I'm trying to pick a movie."

"We're literally whispering." Clint spat, rolling his eyes at Stark. The rest of the team slowly made their way into the room, and before you knew it Wanda was sat next to you, right where Clint was.

"He's sitting next to Natasha." Wanda murmured, her eyes burning into the side of your head.

"Huh?"

"I read your mind. You were wondering where he went."

"Right! You can read minds." You gulped, forcing yourself to think of anything but her.
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"I'm going to the bathroom." You spoke, quickly jumping up from your spot on the floor.

"Do you want us to pause the movie?"

"No!" You called, opting to take the stairs instead.

"But there's a bathroom down the hall!"

"The one at the Starbucks a couple blocks from here is better!"

"Wanda, Nat. Follow that meathead."

"But-"

"The movie can wait, Nat."

"This blows." 
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"You know, this is all on you."

"I'm aware."

"You know!?"

"Of course I know."

"How?"

"She can't clear her mind, and she can't try and pretend to think about something else. It doesn't work like that."

"So you're telling me, you read that useless lesbians thoughts."

"Yeah."

"Then what the fuck are we doing!?"

"What do you mean?"

"I could be at the tower watching that fucking movie! Not here with you following Y/N to fucking Starbucks!"

"Well I think it'd be rude to walk up to her and tell her I know what she's thinking about."

"I can't. I'm heading back, you find Y/N and sort your shit out."

"But-"

"No!"
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I have a headache and my jaw hurts, and that pains spreading to my ear-