A Series of Unfathomable Feelings

Gezelligheid

Gezelligheid (Dutch) is the warmth of being with loved ones.

Four months later,

"Okay girls, we only have ten more minutes before she comes home with Steve. Come on, move!" Natasha shouted at the group of girls who ran around the room like headless chickens.

"I don't think we will make it." Wanda chewed on her nail. "We need more time!" she panicked before Natasha caught her shoulders.

"Calm down! It will be the best party in history," Natasha said, looking straight into Wanda's eyes as if she was trying to hypnotize her.

"But Y/n..."

"She will be here soon, don't worry."

And as if on cue you opened the door, or at least tried to since you were holding what could easily be the biggest cake in the world.

"Can somebody help me?" You tried to push the door open with your hip. Wanda ran towards you and took the cake. "You could have warned me, Wands," you sighed and raised a hand to brush back a strand of hair from your forehead.

"Steve just texted me, he's walking Peggy home and I still have so much to do," she screamed.

You took a deep breath, hoping Wanda would calm down soon. Stark's party was four months ago. You and Steve rekindled your relationship, things were going great. Steve found an apartment near his job thanks to an online ad. He shared it with Scott Lang, a rather cool guy. Natasha was still living with you, but she spent most of her time at Clint's apartment.

One evening, half-drunk Wanda promised Peggy that she would throw a party for her birthday. Peggy was elated at the idea, but she told Wanda: "If I see one scone or one cup of tea, I'll throw everything out of the window."

When Peggy and Steve's voices echoed through the empty hallway, Wanda gathered everyone in the living room.

"You think we should yell 'surprise'?" she whispered as Peggy tried to unlock the door.

"Yeah, let's do that!" Natasha whispered back in a fake cheerful voice. "I've always wanted to give a heart attack to an eighty-year-old." She rolled her eyes.

Wanda wrinkled her nose up, lips pursed into an aggressive pout. She looked like a puppy trying to scare a lion. Finally Peggy opened the door, her mouth fell open in a shocked 'o' before she smiled kindly at the guests. "Oh, Steve! Look at all these people who broke into my flat!" she joked, hugging Wanda.

"I'll call the police right away," he played along, closing the door behind him before his lips parted into a big smile when he saw you. "But I think I'll deal with this thief myself." He smirked, wrapping his arms around you.

"You can't stay." You hit his chest with the flat of your hand as he kissed down the side of your neck. "No boys allowed." You smirked when he pulled away and frowned at you.

A knock on the door made you both turn. "It's the police, ma'am, open up," said the man behind the door in a commending tone.

"What?" Steve gasped. "Who called the police? What's going on?" He released you from his embrace. Despite your best efforts to keep him close, he was moving towards the front door.

Wanda stopped him with a loud NO.

"Let Peggy answer the door," she said with a mischievous smirk.

"But it's the police." Steve pointed his thumb towards the door.

"Steve, it's the... police," you said in a suggestive tone, but he didn't seem to understand.