Mcu Imagines !

Wanda

"Damn it!" I curse loudly, spilling flour all over myself for the billionth time.

I thought baking was supposed to be easy? I'm following the recipe to a 'T' but everything's going to shit.

I've spilled flour at least five times, dropped two eggs, burnt my hand on the baking sheet, set the oven wrong and mixed up the salt with the sugar. At this rate my cookies will come out more like dog shit than actual cookies.

"Whatcha dooooin?"

I turn around to face Wanda walking towards me, an eyebrow raised in either worry or confusion I can't tell which.

"Baking.." I mumble.

"Are you sure?" She asks with a smirk. Damn her and her cooking skills, this would be so easy for her and here I am looking like a bloody fool.

"Yeah I'm pretty sure Maximoff." I roll my eyes. I don't mean to be rude to her but she irritates me so much. She walks in here with her little sokovian accent, acting like she's the queen of baking. I mean who does she think she is?!

Okay perhaps I'm taking this a little to far. She's not all that bad, although she does make me feel things I'm still confused about. I've boiled it down to curiosity and that is it!

"Want some help?" She offers.

"I don't need help Maximoff."

"Your liquid dough says otherwise. Here hand me that spoon."

I reach over and hand it to her, our hands touch briefly and I feel a certain fluttery sensation in my stomach. I ignore it and continue to watch her work.

She's like an artist in the kitchen. Ever since she moved into the compound, she cooks constantly. I don't actually mind it thought because the girl can cook.

I watch in complete awe as she corrects my mistakes. It's like a second nature to her.

"Where did you learn to cook?" I wonder a loud.

"Just a part of growing up I suppose" she winks at me. She's teasing me. But I actually don't mind.

"Ha ha very funny," I roll my eyes again, "this was very hard for me but for you it's like breathing. I'm genuinely impressed Maximoff."

She gives me a small smile and continues to work. I also continue to watch her work, trying to pick up any details I need for the future. At least that's what I tell myself. I can't seem to look away from her. How she furrows her eyebrows when trying to open something, how she chews the inside of her mouth while whisking, or even how she bites her lip when she's frustrated.

I'm feeling the fluttering again. This is seriously freaking me out. I keep watching her though, my mind wanders to places I wouldn't have thought about forty-five minuets ago. How utterly attractive she is. How she seems to be the perfect height for me to hug her from behind. Or, how her hair is the most beautiful shade of brown. How her accent is just very satisfying to listen too.

I need to stop this. I shut all those thoughts out and try and focus on watching her bake.

"You're cute you know." She says deadpan.

"Excuse me?"

"It seems someone has a little crush on me." She looks over her shoulder and winks.

"I have no clue what you're talking about Maximoff."

"Your thoughts say otherwise y/l/n"

That little shit. She was in my head.

She turns around and challenges, "don't worry... you're cute as well." She dips her finger in the flour and continues with a 'boop' on my nose.

I could honestly get used to this woman.

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