When Y/N Y/L/N's famous author brother is to be married to his publisher's sister, Wanda Maximoff, Y/N tries to go along with everything as usual in hopes of it ending as quickly possible.
But when Wanda begins to take a liking to the wrong Y/L/N...
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Dreaming was all I had at one point.
I'd dream about having a collection of books with my name signed in the front: I'd dream about people coming to me and quoting my own words back to me; I'd dream about talking to the press about my newest release. But that's all they were. Dreams.
Until they weren't.
Saying yes to Pietro was probably the most exciting to thing to happen in my life, ever. I was finally getting everything I ever wanted.
As soon as possible, everything was set into motion. He introduced me to the editors that worked for him, whom were all eager to meet me (weirdly enough) and I was able to get to know them all before picking who I wanted to work with me. The book – "the first of many", as Pietro liked to joke – was going to be an old manuscript I'd worked on but had never seen the light of day. It was the one I'd always wanted to publish, in my dreams. Well, I guess now it wasn't so much a dream.
The editor I chose was this man called Steve Rogers. He was some American who I instantly got along with. A respectful, kind and considerate man whose work ethic blended with mine. After getting to know each other properly, I instantly knew he was the one I wanted to work with. And not just because he wasn't my brother's editor. That just happened to be a plus.
So, we worked together on my book. If not at the publishing house, then at my house. And if not there, we'd sometimes go to his place where he lived with his wife Peggy. She was just as nice as he was, though a Londoner unlike us, and welcomed me with open arms, glad I was going to do what I loved and be Pietro's first author who happened to be a woman. She was older than me, they both were, and I always felt like there were like the auntie and uncle I always wanted, even if there was a mere ten years between us.
Working with Steve meant I was a lot busier than I usually was. It got me out of wedding stuff – which was approaching quicker than ever – and I didn't mind, but it meant I saw less of Wanda which wasn't fun. When I did see her, she wanted to know everything about my experience as an official author. I'd tell her I wasn't an author yet, since I hadn't been published, and then she'd scrunch her nose and shake her head in an adorable fashion, and my heart would race.
Today was yet another session to work on my book and I was going to Steve's for the afternoon, which I already knew meant until the evening since we almost always lost track of time.
I found myself chewing on a pencil as we sat in his study, him looking at my newly-edited copy and me worried he wouldn't like it. It was strange having somebody edit my work for a change – I was so used to editing Y/B/N's that I didn't realise how weird it felt. But Steve had a genius mind and managed to see things I didn't, which was one of the many perks of us working together.
"You're spending an awful long time reading it, which means you're either judging it immensely or you love it," I commented after too long a silence. "I don't think I want to know which."
