Back To Me // WandaNat AU

The Reception

"I love this song," Wanda muttered, head tucked into the crook of Natasha's neck as the two slow danced around the living room, an old soul ballad pouring out of the speaker. With rain pouring outside and Natasha's arms securely around her, Wanda thought this might be heaven.

"I know you do, that's why I chose it."

Wanda picked her head up for a quick kiss, eyes looking deep into Natasha's. Those eyes were home, they were so bright, so reassuring. Natasha always knew exactly what she wanted, so Wanda never doubted when Natasha said she wanted her, chose her.

"I love you," Natasha said with a small chuckle, twirling Wanda around.

"I know."

"Confident, are we?"

"You're rubbing off on me."

"I hope that's a good thing." Natasha drew her partner close again, leading the pair in slow movements across the living room.

"I'd like to believe so."

For Wanda, finally dropping Carol was a weight off of her chest. In a way, her relationship with the blonde disintegrated in a way similar to Natasha's. The two women were both unpredictable, sometimes short tempered. The difference was Natasha always owned up to her shortcomings and actively wanted to be better for Wanda, while Carol did not see any problems in her behavior. A breakup with the blonde was inevitable, really, Natasha just accelerated the time table.

Now, finally free, Wanda ran hand in hand with Natasha to the reception, eager to dance the night away. In the back of her mind, she did have doubts about rekindling what she had with Natasha, but in the years where the two were separated, she always wondered what could have been. For now, what could have been was actually happening, and at least for one night, Wanda was willing to run with it.

"Can I just tell you how much I've missed you?" Natasha said breathlessly as the two entered the party.

Wanda pecked Natasha on the lips. "Less talking, more dancing."

And dance they did. They laughed and drank as party anthem after party anthem blared through Tony's state of the art speakers. As Wanda requested, little talking took place, but the two didn't need words. Their bodies moved together which such familiarity that words, declarations of love or otherwise, wouldn't have been as effective. Finally, though, a slow song came on, and the two had to stop for a moment to process the evening so far.

"You're still barefoot," Wanda observed, following Natasha's lead in a simple two step.

"That I am."

"Why'd you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Help me. Give me your shoes. Stand up to Carol..."

"If you'll forgive my bluntness... I did all of that because I want you, Wanda. We had something good until I fucked it up."

Wanda rested her head in the familiar curve of Natasha's neck. "We did, didn't we?"

"I'm sorry for the way it ended, by the way. I was inattentive and insensitive and you deserved better. I never had the chance to apologize."

"It's okay. I know you were busy with class and with super top secret spy stuff," Wanda chuckled.

"It's true I was busy, but, I could've- I should've made time for you."

"I'm sorry too."

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

"Well, for breaking up with you on Christmas Eve, for one thing. But you weren't the only cause of problems for us. I was probably clingy. Holding you back."

"You could never hold me back, Wanda." The redhead pulled back to look her partner in the eye. "You only ever pushed me forward. You wanted me to be great."

"I still do."

"You know what I want, though?"

"What, Nat?"

"A second chance."

Wanda cupped Natasha's cheek and leaned in for a soft kiss. "I think you deserve that."