The Story Of Us - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Chapter 2: I'd lie

Chapter warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst I guess

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As Wanda tries to swallow her breakfast as fast as she possibly can, her phone starts ringing on the kitchen counter. Before she can get to it, though, Pietro takes the device into his hands.

"It's your girlfriend." He says with a grin, and Wanda rolls her eyes, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Shut up, Pietro." She grumbles, aggressively taking her cell phone out of his hands, and the boy chuckles. "She's not my girlfriend." The brunette says bitterly as she throws her backpack over her shoulder and Pietro smirks. "Yeah but you wish-"

"Pietro, stop bothering your sister." Iryna scolds her son, who smiles sheepishly as he walks to the front door and opens it. Wanda hears him greeting you and turns to follow her twin, but her mother's hand taps her shoulder.

"Have a good day at school, moya doch'" The older woman says as she hugs her daughter and Wanda does the same. When they part, Iryna strokes Wanda's cheeks. "You know, you really could talk to her." She suggests, and Wanda rolls her eyes, shouting an impatient "goodbye" as she rushes through the door, her cheeks burning red.

"Good morning, slowpoke." You greet cheerfully as she gets in the passenger seat, Pietro already sitting on the back seat. "It's not my fault everyone decided to piss me off today." Wanda grumbles, crossing her arms, and you giggle as you start the car.

"None of your romantic songs today, Y/l/n, I just got dumped." Pietro requests dramatically when he sees you moving your hand to turn on the radio and you smile amusedly. "That's why I'm never falling in love." You playfully swear as you run your fingers through your hair. Wanda laughs nervously, hoping you're wrong.

"What about you, little sister?" Pietro asks suggestively from the back seat, and Wanda is already planning a murder. "No love interests for you?"

"Not a single one, Pietro." She answers in a false calm tone, glaring at her brother through the rearview mirror, but all the boy does is smile amusedly. "I don't think that's true," you say with a smirk, eyes never leaving the road ahead, "what about Jean Grey?"

"Urgh, for god's sake, Y/n!" The brunette grumbles impatiently. This has to be the worst day of her life. "Can't you let this go? Jean is just my friend!" The girl complains, a migraine already starting, but you cast her a smug smile, and Wanda scolds herself for getting lost in it.

"Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today." You tease. You're just messing with her, but when you notice Wanda doesn't smile, you change your posture. You briefly hold her hand on her lap, and you don't notice the way the brunette holds her breath. "I'm just messing with you, Maximoff. I'm your best friend, I know you'd tell me if you were into someone."

Wanda hums half-heartedly. She hates lying to you. But she could never tell you the truth. Because it was clear (painfully clear) that you didn't feel the same way about her. So she would have to hide her feelings.

So she would admire you in secret, discreetly counting the colors in your eyes as you tell her about your nights. She'd have every detail of you memorized without you even knowing, would never let you see her wishing you were hers. And if you ever asked about her feelings, she'd lie.

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It's lunch break and you, Wanda, Tony, and Nat are sitting on the bleachers as you watch Steve, Pietro, and some other boys from the football team training.

"Where's Banner?" You ask eventually, and Tony casts you a knowing smile before pointing to one of the tables on the other side of the school ground. You smile when you see Bruce talking to a girl.