The High Price Of Love - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Part 4

You're lying in one of the green areas of the university, arms folded over your face to protect your eyes from the sunlight and also in a desperate hope that if you didn't see the world, the world wouldn't see you either, so you would be safe.

Digging a hole right there and burying yourself seemed like a great idea to you, but it would take too much effort. In fact, even breathing seemed too much work.

"She's kind of right you know?" Robin says after you tell her about the conversation you had with Wanda and you grumble. Robin is right. And Wanda is right too. But acknowledging this doesn't lessen the irritation in my chest.

"I just don't understand why this has to be a problem." You say, then sit up with a groan of effort and Robin watches you intently.

"You really like her, don't you?" The blonde asks and you look away. You kept repeating to yourself that it was just casual, physical. Because surely that's how Wanda feels about you. But every second your heart seemed more and more occupied by the redhead, to the point where it was hard to breathe.

"What makes you say that?" You ask frowning. You didn't want to admit it but you also didn't want to lie to your best friend. Robin straightens her posture sitting on the grass, making an amused grimace and you smile, already imagining the level of the response.

"Okay the first thing is: you're asking me for advice, which is a sign because." She says, raising two fingers of her hand and pointing to the first one. "I have the best advice for everything." She says, moving her index finger to the second finger and you snort, rolling your eyes. "And I'm a love expert." At her response, you frown. "You're single."

"And the second thing is," she continues, completely ignoring what you said and you smile amusedly, "she clearly has an effect on you. In a way she wouldn't if it was just casual sex."

You remain silent for a while, staring at some point in the distance and then sighing heavily. "Whatever. It's not mutual, so fuck me for dealing with it."

The bitterness in your voice brings an empathetic, gentle smile to Robin's face. You snort again and are about to lie down, but the last voice you would expect to hear calls out to your right.

"(Y/n)?" The voice sounds almost uncertain, and as you turn toward the direction of the sound, you see that Wanda has an expression on her face that matches her voice perfectly. "Wanda?" You ask incredulously, getting up and slapping your pants to get some of the grass that has gotten stuck in it out.

Next to you, Robin stands up as well. "See you later, (Y/n)." The blonde says, giving your arm a gentle squeeze to reassure you, and you smile at her gratefully. Wanda, who observes the gesture with an annoyed frown, is not at all pleased by the interaction.

"Can we talk?" She asks hesitantly after Robin left and you don't answer, finally noticing the outfit she's wearing. A beautiful flowered dress and- "Is that my jacket?" You ask, pointing at it and Wanda looks down.

"Yeah..." She says with a half-hearted smile, hugging herself. Wanda wasn't going to tell you, but she hasn't let go of your jacket since the day you left her house. The urge to go over and hug her is almost unbearable, but you control yourself.

You just nod slowly and then tilt your head, inviting her to walk with you and Wanda smiles before doing so.

You walk in silence for a while. You don't ask what she wants to talk about. Not only because you don't want to pressure her, but also because you're afraid of what she will say.

But soon she touches your arm gently and you look at her. When Wanda points out an empty bench, you walk over to it and sit down.

As soon as you sit down, Wanda turns to you. "(Y/n), I'm sorry for the things I said-" She carries sincerity in her gaze, but you interrupt her, shrugging dismissively.