The Maid of little honor. (Marvel Fanfic)

Chapter 14

*NAT'S POV*

I sat frozen to the spot, hear pounding as Bruce looked at me, still silent, despite the fact that I told him I wanted to know. "So?" I said as he looked down at the paper. "Y/n is your daughter." He said with no emotion whatsoever. I felt my stomach in my throat and my mouth drop open. Despite the fact that I had a very strong suspicion, the fact that it is now 100% true scared me. I felt like I couldn't breathe. My head was pounding to the beat of my heart. What was I going to say to her? How would I tell her?

(A WEEK LATER - MOVING DAY) 

*Y/N's POV* 

I looked around the empty room. There was minimal stuff in here now. Only overnight stuff as even though all of our belongings had been moved, we needed to wait for the decorators to finish before we could fully move in. I looked at Wanda who also stood, admiring the empty room. Our two sleeping bags lay in the middle of the floor. The past week Wanda and I had been growing closer, I mean it's kind of hard not to when you are sleeping in the same room as them. It was nice but I could help but feel like we could be something more. I had thought this through many times and every time I came to the same conclusion. I had to wait until we weren't staying in the same room and until I trusted everyone else as much as I trust her. We both stood and watched as one of the many furniture moves took the last box. Wanda closed the door behind her and turned to face me. "How exciting is this?" She asked, beaming. I smiled back at her in response. We were one of the last ones to get out furniture moves so it was getting pretty late. 

I walked towards my clothes as Wanda took hers to the bathroom. I changed my pants as I was changing my top, the bathroom door opened and Wanda walked out to me with the entire top half of my body out. I was mortified. I quickly threw on my top as she just stood there staring. She wasn't staring at my barely existent boobs though. She was staring at the huge cut from just below my belly button up to just below my collarbone. I turned and walked towards the sleeping bag. She did the same. We lay in absolute silence. I could hear her soft breath next to me and the rustle of the sleeping bag as she turned to look at me. "What happened?" She asked. "Was that Tony?" Her voice tried to hide her anger but failed. I knew she wasn't angry at me; she was angry at the person who had done this. I rolled over to face her. "No, It wasn't Stark. It was my ex, Jackson. You remember me telling you about him? He got angry one night over something so stupid. I was walking home with an old classmate and he saw and thought I was flirting with him. Anyway, he was adamant I was lying when I told him I wasn't. so he tried to torture it out of me. He took a knife and cut me from my stomach to my collarbone so slowly. It was awful. I couldn't take it anymore so I told him I was flirting with Owen, the boy from school, and he left me there after thanking me for telling the truth. I was there for two days before he came back bandaged up the wound. I'm lucky I didn't die." Wanda looked shocked and clearly pitied me. She shuffled closer to me in her sleeping bag and placed a hand on my cheek. "I'm so sorry," she said her voice breaking. "Don't be, It's not your fault," I replied, bringing my hand up to hers that was still on my cheek. 

I looked into her gorgeous eyes. "I have an idea," she said, her eyes glistening as her hand left my cheek. She opened up her sleeping bag and lay it across the floor. She unzipped min and rolled me off it onto the floor. I laughed as I realized what she was doing. "Lie on my sleeping bad." She said, also laughing. I crawled over to the sleeping bad as slow a possible to annoy her. I laughed as she marched over to me, picking me up by the waist and attempting to carry me over to the sprawled-out sleeping bag, only to trip and fall right on top of me. Luckily, I landed on the sleeping bag. I was trying to catch my breath from laughing too much. Wanda grabbed my sleeping bag and lay it over us, her body not leaving mine. Her head rested on my color bone and the rest of her body lined up with mine. She was quite a bit taller than me so her feet went well past mine. She put her hands on the floor by the sides of my chest and pushed herself up, letting in the cold air as the cover came up with her that sent a shiver down my body. She smiled at me as she looked me dead in the eye. "Wanda I-" I was cut off by her lips crushing against mine. I gasped through the pure shock of what was happening which Wanda took as an invitation to carry on. I didn't mind as I melted into the kiss, my hands finding the way to her hips and pulling her down harder onto me. Our lips continued to move in time with each other in a passionate kiss. Wanda broke away, gasping for air. "You talk too much," she said, smiling down at me.

*WANDA'S POV*    

As I tripped over the sleeping bag on the floor, I lay on top of y/n. I grabbed the sleeping bag we were using as a cover and dragged it over to us, my head leaving her collarbone to see where I was putting it but then returning once I had figured it out. I lay there, feeling the steady rise and fall of y/s chest and hearing her heartbeat through her top. I placed my hands, on the floor either side of her chest and looked down into her glistening eyes. I felt her shiver underneath me. I smiled, she was either cold or was nervous. "Wanda I-" I cut her off by smashing our lips together in a passionate kiss. She gasped underneath me as she relaxed into the kiss and eventually kissing back. All I could think about was how beautiful she was and how I wished I did this sooner. I felt her hands slide up to my hips pulling me deeper into the kiss. After a wile, I broke away, gasping for air smiling down at y/n's shocked face. "You talk too much," I said, getting lost in her gorgeous eyes. I lay down next to her, my hand around her waist as we fell asleep.