Secret Relationship - Wanda Maximoff

Secret Relationship

Summery: Being Tony's daughter and being in a secret relationship with Wanda.

A/n: Both Y/n Stark and Wanda Maximoff are teenagers in this little one shot.

There was a knock from across the room.

You crawled over your bed in the dark and hopped to the window; you opened it and held in a laugh as Wanda stumbled inside, falling to the floor.

"Shh!" you held a finger over your mouth as you helped her up. You both giggled quietly.

Wanda pulled her mask off and moved her hair out of her face, squeezing her eyes shut adorably. "Sorry," She whispered. "Hey."

"Hey."

You smiled at each other, innocent and excited in that bubbly teenage way. You inched forward, questioningly, and she met you in the middle. She was always nervous when you kissed, so you pulled her arms from her sides and placed them on your shoulders. She slid them around your neck as you deepened the kiss.

She eventually pulled her lips away, looked down, her blush visible even with the lights out. "Sorry. I just feel like I'm gonna pass out if you keep kissing me."

"Can't let that happen. I'll keep 'em short and sweet from now on. Just like you."

"I'm not that short."

You laughed. "I'm just messin' with you. You wanna change outta your suit? I know you just got it-"

"Yeah- I can wear it all day I don't have to now-" she sighed, I'm an idiot, though, I didn't bring clothes."

You gestured to your closet. "Choose your pick."

You turned around while she changed until she said "okay". A large t-shirt hung over her shoulders down to her mid-thigh, shorts peeking out from under it, and her hair was all messy now. A smile spread across your face as your heart sped up.

"What?"

"Uh—nothing. You look comfy."

She smiled at you and hopped onto your bed. "What do you wanna do?"

"Well, we could watch a movie, but I don't wanna be too loud in case dad hears."

"Why can't he know I'm here? He knows we're at least friends."

You crawled onto the bed next to her. "I don't want him to bother us," you murmured, and kissed her. "Besides, I think he has an inkling that I'm not quite straight, so if he knew how often we really hang out, he'd definitely ask. And then give us a sex talk or something. Super awkward."

"'It's not like we can get pregnant." Wanda ducked her legs under the blankets and pulled them up to her shoulders.

You did the same and snuggled in close to her, propping your elbow up, head in hand. "Yeah, but—I don't know, maybe Scarlett Witch cum is magical."

Wanda scoffed and hit you with a pillow.

"Ow! Remember that one of us is healing from a car accident it is not you!"

Her face fell. "Sorry."

"I'm fine, Wands," you laughed. "You're so cute."

She hid her face in the pillow. "No I'm not," she muttered, muffled. She yawned.

"Getting tired?" You pulled the pillow away from her face; she had been leaning on it with closed eyes. "Oh my God," you laughed. "It's been five minutes since you got here."

"I'm awake! I was just resting."

"Am I boring you that much?"

"No!" She exclaimed, "you would never—oh, you're joking, obviously."