Red Whispers || Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Chapter 37 || Charlie Spencer

Your POV

"Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have."

"So let's say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?"

" A 117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you're just like, 'No, that's cool. We got it.'"

"How long are you going to play both sides?"

I'm laying on the couch with my legs up on Natasha's lap, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I listen to Rhodey and Sam bickering like 5 year olds. When Nat and I make eye contact she forms her hand into a gun and places it in her mouth. I chuckle and toss my pen at her, only making her narrow her gaze and pinch my leg. I jump and slap her arm, causing us both to laugh.

I notice a glow of red out of the corner of my eye. When I turn to look, I see Wanda glaring me down, a raise of an eyebrow in warning. Chuckling, I just tilt my head at her with an amused grin at her obvious jealousy and wink. I focus on her and talk to her telepathically.

"You should know I'm all yours by now."

She smirks now, eyes returning but she still keeps that harsh glint of a look on me.

"I may need a refresher."

The way she's looking at me brings a heat up to my cheeks. I almost stand up to take her out of the room right now but Vision stops me.

"I have an equation."

Sam groans, "Oh this will clear it up."

Vision leans on the chair as he speaks. I notice Wanda watching him intently, not looking away for a second. I almost feel my powers start to surge but Natasha grabs my hand, breaking my attention to look at her.

She's giving me the "Natasha look." The one where she's telling me to chill without actually telling me to chill. It's not my favorite look.

"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate."

Steve narrows his gaze, "Are you saying it's our fault?"

"I'm saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict . . . breeds catastrophe. Oversight . . . oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand."

"Boom," Rhodey says and I take the moment to stare at Tony who's beside me with his hand covering his face in annoyance.

"Tony..." I say, getting everyone's attention.

Natasha finishes my thoughts for me, "You are being uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal."

"It's because he already made up his mind," Steve deadpans. "Boy you know me so well," Tony rolls himself off the chair and stands up, holding his head.

"Actually, I am nursing an electromagnetic headache.That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain. It's discomfort." He fiddles with a mug and looks inside the sink. I can already feel the tension building up in the room before he even speaks again. Steve's blood is starting to boil at Tony's tone, Wanda shifts uncomfortably, probably feeling the same as me. Natasha sucks in a sharp breath, preparing for whatever is about to happen.

"Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?"

He places his phone in the fruit bowl and presses a button, the picture of Charlie Spencer popping up in the air. I breathe in shakily, "and here we go."