Indigo Meets Scarlet 2 (Wanda x Y/n)

chapter thirteen

WANDA POV

The night seemed to drag as I move from benefactor to benefactor, sharing made up interests and fake laughs at their jokes.

My eyes end up gravitating towards Y/n on occasion, watching her surrounded by greedy stares and not so innocent touches while drink after drink is brought to her hand.

I know that it's an act to entice the support but it made my stomach twist with jealousy and my nails pick incessantly at my dress.

Trying to focus my attention back on the tall woman chatting beside me, I'm saved by Natasha sliding onto the couch beside me.

"Everyone having a good time? Mrs O'Harris, you're drink is empty! Let's get another, shall we?" Nat stands back up and offers a hand to the older woman and I silently thank her as they walk in the direction of the bar.

I sit back into the cushions, taking a heavy swig from my glass and I find my gaze once again focused on the y/h/c on the other side of the room. I was so caught up in my own thoughts I didn't notice the couch dip next to me.

"Miss Maximoff? Are you okay?" Vision queries, his red brow scrunched with concern.

"Vision, how many times do I have to ask you to call me Wanda? I'm fine, thank you. Are you enjoying the party?" I chuckle, tearing my eyes away from Y/n to the synthezoid.

"You appear unsettled. And yes, I suppose it's not so bad."

"I'm just a bit distracted," I glance at Y/n and have to fight to maintain a straight face when I see her watching Vision and me with a look that could kill.

Deciding to give her a taste of her own medicine, I scoot closer to the android on the couch. "I'm glad you're having a nice time though."

I spend an hour or so finding new subjects to discuss with Vision, even allowing him to fetch me drinks while I listen intently for any thoughts slipped from the girl who hadn't taken her attention off of me for the entire time, refusing to meet her eyes.

After a while, I notice the room beginning to empty as most of the donators write their cheques and make their way to the door.

I scan the remaining guests for the familiar flash of y/h/c hair, finally spotting Y/n escorting a charming man in a flashy suit to the door, his hand dangerously close to the small of her back.

Twenty minutes go by and she still hasn't returned so, throwing an excuse to Vision still chatting aimlessly beside me, I track through the hoard that had gathered to dance in the middle of the living room to the kitchen.

Y/n is still nowhere to be found, not even when I check the security cams on Tony's tablet tucked beneath the kitchen counter.

Heading back to the living room, I notice Natasha and Emilia dancing together near the back and wind my way through the crowd to reach them.

"Hey, have you guys seen Y/n? I can't see her anywhere."

"Uhh, nope, not for a while," Em responds, craning her neck above the crowd to search for her. "Wait, lemme try something. Y/N'S A FUCKING BITCH!"

Nat and I giggle as she screams, straining to listen over the music for any response.

"Nah, that's not going to work," Nat clears her throat, cupping one hand around her mouth and belting as loud as she can "WANDA'S A FUCKING BITCH!"

"Hey!" I begin but my protest was promptly cut off by a bellowing cry from behind me.

"ALRIGHT, WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?"