Who We Are For The Cameras (Wanda X FemReader)

Chapter 19 : Affairs in Bathrooms

Hello lovelies!

Y/n's POV

My back collides with the white brick walls of the bathroom, one hand holding me in place by my collar and her other hand reaches over to lock the door with cat-like reflexes. The quick succession of her movements hitch my breath, confused by the sudden intimate gesture.

What the hell is going on?

"Mind tell me where the fire is at?" I stutter out, feeling weak in the knees at our position as she pushes me further into the wall.

"What the hell was that up there, Y/n!?" She grits out through her teeth, something was mesmerizing about her voice in this moment, something I hadn't picked up on before, a subtle accent hidden behind strenuous emotions.

Deflecting from the nature of our position, using humor to draw attention to anything other than the grip tightening around my collar, I speak with a sarcastic tone. "It's called a performance, it was a little last minute, but if you have notes, you can give them to Connor."

She chuckles dangerously low, a gutteral sound that could strike fear in anyone I know, but I can tell it's not genuine. "That wasn't a performance-"

I tilt my head, taking it to heart humorlessly. "That's a little harsh, but alright."

Her knuckles tighten, turning white with her grip, bringing me closer only to slam my back into the wall once more. An action I was starting to grow more interested in by the moment but I push the thoughts to the back of my head as her eyes narrow at me as if she could hear my plaguing thoughts. "No! You don't get to make a joke of this when you were singing to me like that."

"What makes you think the song was about you, Wanda?" I ask exasperatedly.

Her lips purse, "Let me see-" She lets her eyes wander around the sparsely decorated bathroom as if she really was lost in thought,"The married lyric might have clued me in."

I shrug my shoulders to the best of my ability, but her grip was still holding firm around my biceps. "A lot of people are married, don't be too flattered."

A scoff leaves her lips bitterly, "Oh, you screw a lot of married women?" I can tell this isn't a genuine question, and yet it pangs within my chest with a blunt force as if it's real. Like she thinks so lowly of me that she assumes I get off on being with married and unavailable women.

I don't.

I take no pleasure in the confusing nature of what she has, what we have and what we can't have right now.

But some part of me wonders if I'm allowing myself to continue this complicated situation as punishment for what I'm becoming because of my father. I'm allowing myself to become more and more like him everyday, and yet by sleeping with Wanda, by allowing myself to fall for her, I punish myself by turning towards his behavior more.

Tony Stark wasn't always married to Pepper Potts, he's had a slew of casual relationships and sexecapades that I unfortunately have read about in the shitty tabloids that find their way weasaling themselves into my private life now. But what a lot of people don't know is that Tony was married before, he didn't talk about it publicly, but I've heard bits and pieces in my private moments with him and Pepper.

She holds very little importance, but it's what he did during this short - eventually annulled marriage - that matters. He met my mom.

I wouldn't say that they had some world wind romance, it was a night in a sleazy bar bathroom. He was on some road trip as his marriage was in the process of being disavowed, celebrating his freedoms or so I've heard. He was quite the partier back in the day.