The other Stark (long) (Wanda x reader)

Jealousy

Wanda pov

I can't sleep anymore, i just can't. I'm worried about you, i know i shouldn't but i am. I've been laying here for hours and i can't figure out why I'm worried about you, you're not mine to be worried about. We're not even friends. But there's this feeling in my stomach i can't get rid of. I look down at the computer again to see the hundred new headlines about you all over. I'm starting to regret even opening up your computer you left by the couch.

'Y/n Stark at ex-girlfriends Laurel Queen's bar Verdant' with a picture of you hugging a dark blond woman at the entrance. 'Y/n Stark's two new victims?' with a picture of you holding both Clint and Nat's hands. But there is one caption that catches my attention more than the others. 'Y/n Stark newest fling?' with a picture of you kissing a redhead. If i didn't see Nat at the bar in the background i would have sworn it was her. In the phonto i can see the tattoo on your hip, with that red dress that looks just like two pieces of fabric tied together on the sides. You must have had help putting that on, but i must admit you look hella good. But somewhat jealousy wells over me. For what? You were never mine to be jealous of. This crush is starting to get on my nerves now. What do you do when you have feelings for someone who doesn't feel them back?

"What are you doing up at this hour out of your room?" Tony asks, entering the living room. Reminding me that i'm not in my room anymore. Somehow i think he's more surprised that i'm not in my room then up at three am. I've been sitting here for almost five hours now. Reading about stuff that's happened but almost just getting reports about you.

"Can't sleep"

"Anything you wanna talk about? I know i'm not my sister but i can be a good listener" he says, sitting down on the other side of the sofa.

"No that's okay, i just need to be myself and my thought"

"Fine, as you wish" he says, getting up again. I'm sure he means well but... "But you should get that shirt cleaned, it's her favorite shirt"

"I'll do it later" that's everything with me, do it later. That makes me realise i can't stay here, there's nothing for me here either.

"Later is just another word for never" now i have a feeling he's not talking about the shirt anymore. But i can't leave yet, i need to make sure you get home first.

"Strange words from a strange man" i mutter for myself when i hear the elevator open. I hear muffled laughs and the sound of heels on the concrete floor. I start to walk towards the sound, towards my room as well. Can't say i'm gonna miss the place, most of the place is still broken from... Apparently there is another building in progress further from the city that'll be finished next week or so.

"Wanda, what are you doing up?" Natashas voice whispers and i turn to see her and Clint, not you. Where are you? I can't leave until i know your home and safe then you'll never see me again.

"Just got some water" i answer, trying to look inside there heads to see where you went. Scared of what i might see based on what i read. "Where's y/n?"

"I don't know, somewhere" she answers and i can see that she's had a lot to drink. Even though she's standing straight in those high heels and talking normally she's wasted. I can tell on how her personality has changed, more relaxed.

"She left before us, with someone i think" this was exactly why i didn't look inside there minds. But with who?

"So you have no ide of where she is? Tony's gonna kill you for that" i say and she smiles, she actually smiles.

"Chill, im sure if you call her she'll pick up, she always does. She's a speedster so it's not like anyones gonna be able to take her" i hadn't even thought about that.

"Breath Wanda, she can take care of herself" Clint says, seeing the panic in my eyes.

"I'll go to bed now, see you guys tomorrow" i say, walking into my room. I want to call you just to know your safe or something, maybe i can leave then. Before i can stop myself i've already pressed the dial button. It's the only number in my phone list.

"Hi, you've reached y/n Stark" your voice comes from the phone. First i think it's going to voicemail but then i hear something in the background.

"It's Wanda, i was just wondering where you are" the noise in the background turns into a woman's laughter.

"Yeah, i'm still at the club" you answer but whisper something else to the other person, making them let out a laugh.

"Yea and i was wondering if..." but you cut me off too quickly.

"I have some things to do, so i'll talk to you later" you hang up. I almost feel embarrassed as i curl up in my bed. Feeling the soft fabric of your shirt on my arms. 'Why do i feel like this?' a tear falls down my cheek again, 'it's not like you like me that way'. I feel that i want somebody to hold me but the only person i would want is you.

y/n pov

"You talk to all your girls like that?" she asks as i trace kisses up her neck.

"Only the pretty ones" i say into the sensitive skin on her neck.

"Let me guess, she's a redhead?" Her words make me stop to look at her. It's dark in this room but i can see every part and feature of her face. "Redheads are a Starks type right?"

"I am a Stark" i say, closing the space between us. "And you're a redhead, aren't you?"

"I dye it" she says and i smirk before taking her lips on mine again.

"Then i guess i'm changing my type to you" i say with a flirty tone which i can see is making her blush even more. Seems like my new distraction is working.