Chapter 17 || Meditation...

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"So she just...left?"

"Pretty much, yeah. But she's Nat, she always manages to find a way. Right?" I frown as I look at the television in our room.

Ever since Nat left last night I can't stop worrying about her. Dreykov is not one to mess around, and if he hurts her or worse...I don't know what I will do. That's my best friend, the one who's seen me through it all, especially my darkest moments in life.

"Right," Wanda touches her hand gently on top of my own, causing me to look over at her, breaking out of my worrisome daze once her eyes calm my own thoughts.

"Natasha Romanoff is anything but weak. She can handle this. Plus, if her sister is anything like her, I am sure everything will work out. Now, come here. Your shoulders are so tense they look like they're made of cement."

She pulls me back on the bed and positions herself behind me, sitting up so she is up higher. Her fingers wrap over my shoulders, rubbing in spots I didn't know were so sore.

I groan and close my eyes at the feeling of her hands working all the knots out in my shoulders.

"God, that feels..." "Amazing, right?"

"Absolutely."

"I'm pretty good with my hands," she whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I clear my throat and nod slowly, "that you are."

With a light giggle, she continues to work on my shoulders but taps me and signals for me to take my shirt off which, of course, I do.

Wanda lays me on my stomach, sitting on my lower back while she works her hands on my skin.

"Your scars...there's so many."

"Guess I'm not as invincible as I thought," I mumble with a chuckle, remembering how I got each scar.

Some targets I were given were more difficult to defeat, some getting some decent shots in at me before I killed them.

"The man Natasha is going after, he's the one who gave you the one on your eye?" Wanda speaks gently, tracing the tattoos and scars on me while she speaks.

"Mhm. Nasty little fucker. He's impressive. But so is she."

"You talk about her as if she's your girlfriend, Stark."

Closing my eyes, I chuckle and shake my head, "It's in the past, Nat and I. You know that. I love her, she's my best friend. But you. You and those heavenly hands, you are my one true love, darling."

"Charming, Stark. Very charming."

"Ah, you missed me."

I turn over from underneath her so that she's straddling my waist. She smiles down at me but attempts to keep her sassy little front up while she crosses her arms over her chest.

"Did I now?"

"Please. Fake me couldn't have been nearly as hilarious as I am, huh?"

She rolls her eyes but I grab her hands and lean up, connecting our lips in a soft manner. Her demeanor instantly changes, nearly melting into the touch and I do the same.

When we part, our eyes rest on one another's and I feel an overwhelming sense of love billowing through my chest.

"I love you so much, Wanda Maximoff."

"And I love you, Y/N Stark."

My lips curl up and she cups my cheeks, scrunching up her nose giddily before getting up and walking over to the dresser.

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