𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒇𝒇 [Reader]

15. Life

2 Years Later, 2018

Y/N's Age: 31 Wanda's Age: 30

Y/N's POV

I stifle a groan, waking up in my luxurious Wakandan built house. I move the soft sheets away from my body and turn to meet with the sunlight peeking through the windows.

I stretch and smile, ever since I took down the mercanary Killmonger with the King of Wakanda, T'Challa, my friend my life with Wanda has been amazing. I've pretty much dropped the claws and only use it for cooking now.

I still keep in touch with Tony... but Steve, not anymore after what happened. But when Natasha and Sam sometimes came over during these two years they tell me how he's been, which good to know but I still won't talk unless he gives me a formal apology.

The smells of fresh breakfast being made infects the room bringing a smile to my face. I walk out of my room and into the kitchen where I see a beautiful brunette Sokovian working at the pan.

Y/N: I swear that pan gets more attention than me.

I joke, making her jump at my sudden arrival. I chuckle softly and walk over to Wanda, wrapping my arms around her body and battering her face with kisses. I begin to speak a word with each kiss.

Y/N: Good. Morning. My. Beautiful. Beautiful. Wanda.

She squirms under my touch and waves her hands around.

Wanda: Mmmm Y/N stop! Put a shirt on.

Y/N: Well last night you told me to take it off, what difference does it make now?~

I giggle and she glares at me, with an evident blush plastered on her beautiful face.

Wanda: If you put a shirt on, I'll suprise you tonight? How does that sound?~

Y/N: Hm. Deal.

She pulls me in for a loving kiss, letting me taste her strawberry mouth before pulling away quickly, making me confused.

Wanda: And brush your teeth.

I nod, walking back to my room and slipping my shirt on before I brush my teeth. I walk back into the kitchen and sit down on the sofa, turning on the news.

Before I could put my full attention into the TV, a patter of footsteps hits the ground from the stairs.

Y/N: What did I say about running down the stairs, Jean?

Jeannie: Sorry dada.

Oh and I have her, the most precious thing in the world.

Jean 'Jeannie' Maximoff-L/N

Our two year old daughter. She has dark red hair and the brightest E/C colored eyes.

I named her after my mom.