ScarWidow/Wandnata one shots

[♦️Heated Arguments]

The sound of the slamming door echoed through the room, leaving me alone with the weight of my regret. I had promised Wanda no more missions for a while, but Nick's call earlier today had changed everything. A solo mission to retrieve stolen weapons from a Hydra base was too important to ignore.

As we argued, our words cut deep and left us both raw and hurt. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my chest heavy with regret and guilt. Wanda's tears streamed down her face as she cried out her anger and sadness, her sobs echoing off the walls.

I hated myself for breaking my promise to her. Hated that I was the one responsible for her tears, which seemed to flow like a river from her eyes. I hated that I was powerless to stop them, that I couldn't even form a coherent sentence to apologize or make it right.

I slammed my fist onto the kitchen counter, my anger boiling over. "God, you're impossible!" I growled.

Wanda's eyes flashed with tears, her accent thickening as she raised her voice. "I'm impossible? You promised me!"

I stood up straight, my face inches from hers. "I know that, but there's nothing I can do about it! It's my job. You knew what being an Avenger entails when we started dating."

Wanda's voice cracked as she spoke, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Can't they send someone else to go? Why do you always have to be the one who goes out on the field?"

I snarled, my jaw clenched tight. "Because they need me. Nick said this one is highly classified. This is important."

The kitchen was silent for a moment, except for the sound of Wanda's ragged breathing. Then she spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm important too," she said.

"I sit and worry about you every time you go out on the field... Every time you come back, I have to take out a bullet of some sort that's lodged into you somewhere or patch up a bruise or clean blood off your hair..."

I cut her off, my voice rising in anger. "So don't then! Don't worry about me! Don't look after me then if that's all you're concerned about!"

Wanda's eyes filled with tears as she spoke, her voice trembling with emotion. "That's not what I meant... Right now it feels like you're putting being a hero before us."

The room was silent again, except for the sound of Wanda's sobbing as she turned away from me. I felt a surge of regret as I realized what I had just said.

Wanda didn't look back at me as she spoke again, her voice cold and detached. "You know what? I'm going to go then come back when I'm ready. Don't follow me."

I tried to call out after her, but she was already gone, leaving me standing alone in the kitchen with only my regret to keep me company.

I waited. I waited for what felt like an eternity, but was probably hours. I paced back and forth in the apartment, trying to distract myself from the ache in my chest. Finally, I collapsed onto the couch, exhausted and frustrated. I knew I had to give Wanda what she needed, but it was hard to resist the urge to go after her and make things right.

I spent the rest of the evening trying to distract myself, cleaning up the apartment and making a half-hearted attempt at dinner. But my mind kept wandering back to Wanda and the fight we had. As I lay down on the couch, I couldn't shake the feeling of regret and guilt. I hated that I had hurt Wanda's feelings, and I hated that I couldn't just go after her and apologize. But as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I had to be patient. Wanda needed time, and I needed to respect that. When she was ready, she would come back to me, and we would work through this together.

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the coffee table. A message from Tony about nothing important. I glanced around, taking in my surroundings. I was covered in a blanket, and Wanda must have come back while I was asleep last night. I got up and brushed my teeth, then headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

I made flower-shaped pancakes with a bowl of mixed fruit and coffee, then knocked softly on the bedroom door.

"Hey," I said softly, trying to sound apologetic.

Wanda sat up from bed, rubbing her eyes with a tired yawn. "Come in," she murmured.

I entered the room, holding out the tray of food. "Hey, my love," I said again, trying to sound more sincere.

Wanda looked up at me, her eyes still puffy from crying. "What's all this?" she asked, her voice husky.

I set the tray down on the bedside table. "Breakfast," I said. "I thought you might be hungry."

Wanda looked at me for a moment before speaking again, her eyes searching for any sign of sincerity. "You really made breakfast?"

I nodded, trying to convey my sincerity. "Yeah, I did."

Wanda's expression softened, and she joked, "Wow, and the kitchen is still standing."

I chuckled, relieved that she was making jokes. "I will neither confirm nor deny that the kitchen is still standing at this time," I joked back, and we shared a laugh.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," I began, apologizing sincerely. "You were right. It's not fair that I continue to promise you something then break that promise every time. You deserve better than that. You have every right to be scared and concerned about what happens to me because it doesn't just happen to me anymore."

Wanda took a deep breath. "I know you love being part of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I can't expect you to just quit. But I get so scared that something is going to happen to you. That plus how impulsive you can be sometimes?"

I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "What? Me? Impulsive? No way."

Wanda smiled, and we shared another laugh.

"I know," I said, serious again. "But I spoke to Fury. He has agreed that if I complete this mission, he will allow me to scale back and work on low-grade cases."

Wanda's eyes widened in surprise. "You don't have to do that for me," she said.

I shook my head. "I know. I want to. Besides, I get to spend more time with you and nothing makes me happier."

Wanda's expression softened, and she smiled. She leaned in slowly then captured my lips in hers.

In that moment, I felt a wave of contentment wash over me. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only Wanda. Every touch, every glance felt perfectly in sync, like two puzzle pieces finally clicking into place. It was a feeling of absolute rightness, a sense of belonging I'd never known before. In Wanda's arms, I knew she was exactly where I was meant to be.

"Thank you, Tasha," she said, her voice full of emotion.

"You don't have to thank me," I said, smiling back. "Anything for you."

I gestured to the tray of pancakes. "Now come on, let's eat this before everything gets cold."

Wanda made a face, but I laughed. She took a bite of the pancakes and her eyes widened in surprise.

"These are actually good!" she exclaimed.

I grinned, feeling happy that she was enjoying the food.

As Wanda took another bite of the pancake, a warm smile spreading across my face. I couldn't help but feel like I was the luckiest person ever to be with Wanda. Not just because she was amazing, but because she was my home.

As we sat there, enjoying our breakfast together, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. I knew that we would face challenges ahead, but in this moment, all that mattered was the love and connection we shared. And as I looked at Wanda, her eyes shining with happiness and her hair messy from sleep, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face, my fingers lingering on her skin. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda's eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, we just sat there, lost in the silence and the warmth of the moment.