𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟

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A knock on the door meant so many things and I knew who it was, I wasn't ready for it, but I opened the door.

And there she was, standing a few meters from me.

"It wasn't you, it was me." I took the blame so that she wouldn't even start.

And so, she just stood there, probably thinking what to say. And I...

What's taking her so long. I couldn't stand still, I wanted to do something and yet she's not even saying anything.

I take a step forward, pecking one kiss on her lips before shutting the door close right in her face. She wasn't expecting that, it was just a peck, no silava involved, no DNA, it's fine. I'm confused.

I held my breath as I Iet myself slid down onto the floor. I did that? Why did I did that?

I am so doomed.

...

I was still on the floor and there was another knock on my door, I didn't know how long I was there, but it seemed like I was paralyzed and I couldn't move.

The knock was followed by a voice.
"Wanna go grab something to eat?" It was Wanda.

It took me about one minute to reply.
"Sure. Just give me... a few minutes... to uhm." I was stuggling to find words to say as I try to collect myself.

"You okay?" She asked from behind the door.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna change for a minute." I answered and I quickly put on something to wear, which was a hoodie and sweatpants. Classic.

"Ready?" Peter questioned by the time I opened the door.

"Uh, yeah." I answered, confused since I thought it was only Wanda.

"What are you wearing?" Another voice appeared as I look to my left.

"Clothes." I answered immediately.

"You mean my hoodie? You're wearing my hoodie." Natasha points out and I bite my tongue so that I wouldn't say anything dumb.

Wanda looks at me smirking, before she went telepathically in my mind, saying. 'I put it there, thank me later.'

I made an eye roll directly to the witch before looking back to Natasha.
"I can take it off—"

"Oh, no, no. It's fine. All fine, you should keep it that way." She blurts out, way too quickly as the three of us looked at her.

"I...am still here, so let's go." Peter pulls me out of the situation and I mentally thanked him.

Ten minutes of silence inside the car was deafening to the fact that there are four of us. I was sitting next to Peter at the back seat while Wanda sat in front of me in the passenger seat, and Natasha was driving, but she's stealing a glance at me from the rearview mirror.

"And why are you smiling?" Natasha asked out of the blue and breaking the ice all at once.

"I just remembered something." I answered plainly and she arched an eye brow, looking at me from the rearview mirror.

"You should smile a lot more, it suits you-"

"Nat! Eyes on the road." Wanda warned, cutting her off, making her look at the witch.

"I'm multitasking." She glared at her before looking back at the road.

"You said that the last time you were with Mr. Rogers, and it didn't end ell." Peter pops his head in between their seats, teasing Nat effectively.

"I was trying to find him a date." She argued.

"Why find one when you're already there." Wanda shots back while grinning and Natasha scoffed.

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