Indigo Meets Scarlet (Wanda x Y/n)

chapter fifty

Y/N POV

"So they were already dead when you arrived?"

"Yes, Sir."

Fury rifled through one of the many boxes Wanda, Nat and I had carried up to the meeting room from the quinjet.

"Damn. Did you scout around for any clues that could help our search?"

"Yup. Found nothing."

"I want a full written report, Y/l/n. Romanoff, you too. Maximoff, you did well."

With a brief nod, he marches past us and out the door, signalling for Tony, who had been lurking in the doorway, to follow him.

"'You did well?' The fuck does that mean?" Wanda mutters, her brow furrowed and nose pulled up in an adorable scrunch as she peers after the director confused.

"That you did well?" Nat suggests sarcastically, kicking at one of the boxes.

"So he asks you two to do reports but I get 'you did well.'"

"Maybe that's why he said it. To make you feel included?"

"Oh, so now I have to be made to feel included?"

"Wands, he said you did a good job, just take the compliment." I laugh, pushing up from my chair.

"Hey! Where are you going? You promised me a movie."

"Well do you want to watch a movie with someone who smells and is covered in blood?"

I gesture down at the crimson stains on my suit and her eyes trail down my body before coming back to my face.

"Fine. But I'm coming with you?"

"In my shower?" I smirk and Wanda's cheeks glow as she darts her eyes around the room, nervously scratching her neck.

"No, that's- That's not what I meant. I meant like- like I'll come upstairs and wait very much outside of your shower." She makes frantic gestures with her hands as she stumbles over her words.

My eyes flicker to Nat but I immediately have to look away to stop myself from bursting out laughing at the redhead stood behind Wanda. She was nodding pitifully at the Sokovian, her arms crossed as she also tried not to chuckle.

"Wands, I'm pulling your leg. Let's go then, Clifford."

"Who's Clifford?"

"Clifford the big red dog." I tease, gesturing at her flaming cheeks. 

"Hey!"

We could hear Natasha finally dissolve into laughter as we exit the meeting room and make our way towards the elevator. Just as I go to press the button, the doors ping open and Tony strolls out.

"Ah, I need you two to carry those boxes down to my lab."

"Nope. No way."

"Y/n."

"Tony. No. I am not your slave."

"But you carried them up here!"

"Exactly!"

"Wanda?"

"Sorry, she's busy! You're a big strong boy, you can do it yourself. B-bye now!"

I wrap my hand around Wanda's wrist, shooting Tony a grin and teleporting us both up to my bedroom.

"Ugh. I was not prepared for that." Wanda groans, her hand going to her stomach as she collapses back onto my bed, feeling slightly nauseous from the teleport.