Marvel Women One shots

W. M Warming Up

I'm a fellow Avenger and we just recruited Wanda Maximoff in my eyes she is the most beautiful person in the world. I liked her and I wanted to take her out but I wouldn't dare. At least not yet it isn't appropriate yet. I was there, right beside Wanda when she broke down as soon as she couldn't feel Pietro any longer. The wave of red hit me and I went flying against one of the pillars bruising my back. That was a few days ago so I know that she's grieving. It angers me how the rest of the team treats her like a monster. They're afraid of what I'm not sure but no one has checked in on her and I'm getting worried.

I'm walking to her room with a sandwich and a water bottle. I softly knock on the door "Yes?" I hear Wanda's deep yet soft voice "Hi it-it's Y/n. Can I come in?" I ask and there's a moment of silence. I was ready to turn around when she spoke up again. "Okay" she said quietly. I opened the door and peeked my head through first to meet the tired girl's gaze "Hi" I softly smiled as I spoke under my breath and she nodded in response offering a small smile in return. "Can I?" I ask nodding over to the empty space next to her. She just nodded patting the spot next to her. I slowly sit down and softly nudge her when I notice her gaze fixated on the TV screen. She turns to look at me and I hold the sandwich and water bottle up "I don't know if you've eaten or if you've drunk anything these past few days but if you haven't, here you go." I say handing them to her which she takes. "Thank you" she smiles softly.

We sit in silence watching an old black and white sitcom. I hear Wanda chuckling at the cheesy lines every now and again which makes me smile. This continued for a whole month I would bring Wanda food and water daily sat with her until she ate and once she was done we would either talk or watch old sitcoms. She revealed that she'd always loved them dearly ever since she was a child. It still bothered me how the rest of the team wouldn't even be bothered to come by. Wanda and I had become so close it was so heartwarming to me and she was also confused about what my powers were so I told her all about them and it's quite special because we can have conversations with each other through mind-reading which is great.

We had all just returned from a mission where Wanda accidentally killed 26 civilians trying to protect Cap from the bomb that Crossbones set off she bubbled it but lost control of the bubble sending it flying into a building accidentally killing 26 people. It's all over the news... So I know it's definitely a hard time for her right now.

I walked over to Wanda's room and I heard cries. It's probably because of the mission... I tried to walk in but I couldn't open the door "Wanda?" I ask the only thing answering being her sobs "Wanda please open the door. It's just me." I try after a while I heard the lock click and I open the door making sure I close it behind me. I see Wanda curled up in her sheets so I sit down next to her and she jolts up into my arms. I hold her not saying anything for a while. "The mission I-" she sobs and I continue holding her close, her head on my chest "It was an accident, Wanda." I say " But it was my fault..." She cries I rub her back, she lifts her head "If you're scared of me now and don't want to come by anymore I understand and won't be mad." She adds muttering and chuckle as I push some strands of her hair behind her ear. "I'm not scared. I never was and I never will be." I smile and she looks up at me with big eyes a stray tear escaping which I wipe away with a gentle swipe of my thumb. She softly leans into my hand and then back to my chest where she was before.

I turned on her favorite show and by now I even know what season and what episode. "Dick Van Dyke. Season 2, Episode 21." I say grinning "You remembered." She smiles and I nod "Of course I did." I laugh as I put it on. She just smiles and leans onto my shoulder once I'm settled back next to her. During the show, she slides her hand against mine so I take it in mine. She looks up at me and beams. I'm aware of all the insecurities she has about her hands so I'm glad that she let me hold her hand. Her hands tremble a little so I quickly read her mind to see why. She's scared... She's afraid of hurting me. I gently squeeze her hand "You won't hurt me, Wanda, and even if you do it won't be on purpose." I say calmly full knowing that she wouldn't hurt me. She relaxes a bit after my words. This happened a few more times but one day when we were sitting in Wanda's bed watching Dick Van Dyke, as usual, she seemed tense so I softly nudged her shoulder and she looked at me "What's going on in your head today?" I ask and her eyes go wide "N-nothing. Please don't read my mind." She begs and I furrow my brows "I won't if you don't want to tell me you don't have to but you know the only way I can help is if you tell me what's going on." I say not wanting to overstep. She took a deep breath and kept looking at me "Is there something you want to tell me?" I ask and she sighs closing her eyes. I feel her lurking in my mind. "Do you want to tell me in my mind?" I ask knowing that it's sometimes easier for her and she nods "I'm listening." I say smiling "I like you" her thoughts echo through my head and I look at her. She gulps turning a soft shade of pink. I smile "I like you too." I grin and she looks at me with big sparkling eyes "You do?" She asks and I nod "I always have." I add and she shifts in close "Can I kiss you?" She asks quietly and I nod also leaning in. Our lips connect in a blissful kiss once we pull apart we grin at each other and Wanda cuddles back into my chest and I play with her hair as we continue to watch the sitcom.