Indigo Meets Scarlet (Wanda x Y/n)

chapter fortyeight

WANDA POV

The elevator doors open with a ding and I'm met with Tony and Steve. Tony must have come to the compound late last night.

"Morning!" Steve quips cheerfully, whilst Tony merely groans.

"Good morning." I smile back, leaning against the cool metal wall of the elevator.

"Good morning Sir. I thought I may warn you as to what's currently happening in the kitchen." FRIDAY cuts in over the speakers.

"Show me." Stark grumbles and a hologram projects into the air, showing CCTV footage of the kitchen where Nat and Y/n are both jumping around with their arms in the air, laughing their heads off.

The footage is accompanied by sound and they suddenly stop as the song dies down, Y/n teleports onto the table, standing with her arms out and her head thrown back. Nat does the same in the middle of the room, waiting until the beat drops in the song and they leap back into motion, the assassin jumping up beside Y/n and the two of them grabbing hold of each other with massive grins on their faces.

Steve and I chuckle whilst Tony just lets out another groan.

"Again? How long have they been at it this time?" He asks the AI, suggesting this isn't the first time they had found the girls dancing in the morning.

"Since three am Sir." She informs us. 

Three am? That was five hours ago.

The elevator dings again, signalling that we've reached the floor and we stroll out of the elevator and down the hall towards the kitchen, opening the door.

We just stand in silence, watching the scene before us. Nat wields a wooden spoon as a microphone whilst Y/n plays a glowing guitar she's manipulated out of purple energy, the both of them dressed only in an oversized tee they probably stole from the boys. 

I spot a half-empty tequila bottle on the counter beside two shot glasses and a cut lemon and sigh as I realise they're both completely hammered.

Random strands of y/h/c hair that have tumbled out of Y/n's plaits stick to her face as she continues to dance to the music, both of them screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs.

Nat suddenly notices us observing them, freezing like a deer in headlights. Y/n, still oblivious, continues to dance in time to the music, hips wiggling and hands tracing down her body. 

I can't drag my eyes away, watching her completely lost in the music, cheeks flushed and eyes closed, her toned legs exposed and curves peeking through as she runs her hands over them.

I feel someone behind me, turning to see Bucky, hungry eyes also locked on the English girl dancing in the centre of the room. Something boils inside of me, threatening to spill over at the way he was looking at her like a meal to devour.

Finally realising the redhead was no longer singing with her, Y/n turns around to see what had the assassin distracted. Now noticing us stood there, her hand flies to her mouth, covering the massive smile that's spreading on her face.

She always does that, covers her smile. I wish she didn't, I loved her smile. I know that if she's smiling, everything's going to be okay. When she comes to look at me, she darts her gaze away, tucking her hair back behind her ears awkwardly.

"Uh, hi guys. Did we wake you?" She laughs, jumping down from the table and padding to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water, taking a long drink.

"It's half 8 in the morning. We're here for breakfast." Steve points at the clock on the wall, marching over to open the curtains, morning sunlight streaming into the room.