𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐍.𝐑-𝐖.𝐌

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 - Flooff

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Wanda knew that something was wrong the moment she opened the door.

Natasha always arrived home an hour earlier than she did, and in that time, she made her mark. It didn't matter if the flat had been spotless when they'd left for work: by the time she came home, there'd be signs of her everywhere. All the lights would be on, and her shoes and coat would be strewn across the floor.

No matter how many times she'd reminded her that there was a perfectly good coat hook and shoe rack, they always ended up tossed across the hallway floor; she was always too eager when she came home, always too excited to be getting on with whatever she was getting on with to hang her coat properly. There was always music playing. Natasha hated the silence.

Today, the hallway was dark, and the flat was quiet.

"Natasha?" Wanda called out, as she kicked her shoes onto the rack.

Had she missed a call or a message? Did she say that she wasn't going to be home?

She slipped her phone out of her pocket, the dim light bright against the darkness. No messages. No missed calls.

No reason to panic, she told herself. There were dozens of reasons why Natasha might not be at home. Maybe she just popped out to the shops. Maybe something came up at work and she had to stay late.

Wanda repeated all the reasons to herself idly, while hanging up her coat and flicking on the light switch, but it did nothing to soothe the anxiety that had settled itself in her stomach. Not knowing the whereabouts of Natasha Romanov was pretty high on the list of things that would set Wanda worrying.

It only got worse as she headed towards the living room, and she saw the sofa overturned and jammed against the door.

"Natasha?" Wanda said, her mouth dry and her heart thumping hard in her chest. "Honey? You here?"

And then she saw the note on the table.

WELCOME HOME FROM WORK LOVE

TWO THINGS:

THIS GUN AND AMMO IS YOURS.I HAVE ONE TOO, AND YOU ARE UNDER ATTACK AS OF NOW.

GOOD LUCK

Wanda's worry vanished on the spot when she saw the yellow nerf gun lying next to the note, and within seconds, she swiped the gun into her hands and dove behind the sofa. She risked one look over the back of the cushions before ducking back down.

 She hadn't seen any sign of the redhead when she'd walked in, but she was most definitely hidden somewhere, and she had no doubt that she'd been watching her from the moment she'd walked in, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Sure enough, no sooner had she shown her face, a foam disc whizzed past her ear. She ducked back down again, diving across the floor to grab the projectile and load her gun. Wanda kept hidden behind the sofa, daring a peek over the top. She couldn't aim if she didn't know where she was. All she needed was some kind of sign...

Yes, there it was, a shadow against the wall and a giggle. Wanda grinned.

She kept her head down low, positioned her gun on the top of the sofa, took careful aim, and—

A yelp came from the other end of the hallway, and Wanda knew she'd made her mark.

She fired a few more times, launching the foam pellets into the air, until she was all out of ammo.

Crap.

She had no choice but to go out into the open: any minute now, Natasha will be coming in here to attack, and she'd have no defense.

Only, this meant going straight through No Man's Land.

Wanda inhaled once, gripped her nerf gun tight and took her chance, leaping out into the open. She'd expected her to come out shooting at her almost as soon as she was in range, but there was no sign of Natasha. She'd gone off and hidden somewhere no doubt, but it didn't matter to her because it gave her time to gather up all the foam discs spread across the floor.

No sooner had she bent down to pick one up, did the cool plastic of Natasha's gun pressed to the back of her head.

"Don't take another step," she said.

Even with her back facing her, she could hear the smile in her voice.

Wanda raised her hands above her head in surrender. "I'll do anything you want if you show me mercy," she said.

Natasha's lips twisted upwards, and she hummed from the back of her throat, before saying, "Tempting offer, Ms. Maximoff," she said, "but who says I'm willing to lose this fight?"

There was a pause, and Natasha drew back the weapon from behind her head. Wanda took that split second as her chance, spinning around and diving forward to grab the gun from her hands.

A moment later, the situation was reversed, Wanda pointing the gun at Natasha.

"And did you really think I'd give up so easily?" she said, raising one eyebrow.

She fired the gun, only it didn't shoot. She tried again. She looked down and realised with horror – it was out of ammo.

When she looked up again, Natasha was advancing on her, a wolfish grin on her face. Wanda put her hands up in surrender.

"You wouldn't hurt—"

She launched herself at the brunette, and they both toppled over, giggling as they hit the floor. Natasha pinned her arms into the carpet, trapping her underneath her.

"You were saying?" she said, that dangerous grin still etched on her face.

"You're beautiful and perfect, and the best at nerf gun wars?" Wanda offered.

"Hmm," Natasha said, as if deliberating, "close enough."

She leaned forward and pulled her into a kiss, her hands setting Wanda's arms free so that she could cup her face, her thumbs swiping across her cheeks.

Wanda pulled herself up, still kissing her, to wrap her arm around her back and pull her closer, until she was sitting on her lap. They pulled back for a moment to breathe, resting their foreheads together.

"Good day?" Natasha said, her voice barely a whisper. She could feel her breath tickling her nose.

"Mmm," Wanda mumbled, kissing her again. "Better now."

Natasha grinned and pulled her close for another kiss. "We should—" she tried to speak but Wanda interrupted her with yet another kiss— "probably—" another kiss— "get up off the floor."

Wanda smiled, taking a breath to look at Natasha, reaching out and tucking a stray strand of red hair behind her ear. Not for the first time, Wanda wondered how she'd got so lucky.

"Hey, Nat?" she muttered, cupping her cheek. "Think we could skip dinner and go straight to bed?"

Her smile could have lit up even the darkest night. "Wanda," she said, "that sounds wonderful."

With a grin, Wanda slung one arm under Natasha's legs and another under her back, and she let out a giggle as she scooped her up into her arms, marching towards the bedroom.

It didn't matter how many days went by, Wanda Maximoff was never going to get used to coming home to Natasha Romanov.