She's Got a Temper || Wanda Maximoff || Natasha Romanoff ||

Chapter 14

2024- Brooklyn, New York

I walked up to the door tentatively and took a deep breath before knocking. I had no idea why I was so nervous, I was just coming here to talk, to get another perspective. God knows I needed it.

I swallowed hard but before I could knock the door swung open and Steve looked at me with wide eyes.

"Julia, what brings you here?" Steve asked right away.

"Uh, I know I promised next time I visited I would bring Nat but, I just really need to talk." I said honestly. Steve's eyes softened, I guess he could see the toll that everything around me had been taking.

"I was just about to go for a walk, maybe you'd like to accompany an old man?" I nodded with a smile and Steve closed the door behind him.

I adjusted my hat and glasses before we exited the retirement home just in case anyone could possibly recognize me. When we made it out onto the street I hadn't said anything yet, I didn't really know where to start and to be honest I wasn't really sure if I wanted to hear the truth about what exactly I was feeling.

"You know, the whole concept of a chat is that you have to talk." Steve finally said something.

"I know, I just don't know where to start."

"Start where you want to." Natasha was the first thing to pop into my mind and I sighed.

"Since Natasha has been back, I've had these stronger than usual feelings for her, I've always loved her but it's like, amplified now." I tried explaining.

"And at first I thought it was because we saved her, you know? My best friend was back but it's been weeks now, Steve and my feelings haven't changed."

"But my increasing feelings for Nat don't extinguish what I feel for Wanda, I'm still madly in love with her even though she's made some decisions lately I don't agree with but that's a relationship right? You're not always going to agree and that's fine. It's just difficult when your partner can disintegrate a continent if she gets too emotional so I'm dealing with it in secret but that's a whole other story." I finished with a deep breath. I looked at Steve for his reaction but the lack of surprise on his face told me he saw this coming, maybe not exactly but he got a sense of it.

"Tell me Julia, are you the same woman you were when you fell in love with Wanda?" Steve asked and I didn't need to think about it, I just shook my head.

"Not even close, I lost her for 5 years and that changed me into someone I hated and then I redeemed myself by sacrificing my life for the universe which I was content with. Now I've been brought back to life but a huge part of myself is still dead, it's been replaced by something I can't explain and sometimes it feels like I'm drowning and other times I feel like the strongest person in the world." Steve nodded as we walked along the street.

Steve was silent for a while, I guess he was taking in my words so my eyes wandered around the buildings. The murals were certainly plentiful in Brooklyn, they ranged from Steve as Captain America to Natasha and I being honoured together. I noticed that a lot of these murals were of Natasha and I, we did die relatively around the same time so it made sense but the way they me feel was a whole different story.

"I don't want you to be offended by this but do you think the part of you that died included the part that was in love with Wanda and remnants of it remains which makes you feel like you're still in love with her but allows your feelings for Nat to grow?" wow Steve, why don't you ask me a harder question?

"No, the one thing I'm sure of is that I'm in love with Wanda, I always will be regardless of what happens with us, she's my first love."

"Is she though? I mean, you initially spent a lot of time with Natasha when you first joined the Avengers, I always thought you loved Natasha first." Steve said honestly. I thought about it for a moment, I mean it was very possible, I had never been in love before so would I know if I loved Natasha first? With Wanda it was obvious but with Natasha maybe it was a little more subtle. A love that starts off slow but builds into something that can't be compared.