ScarWidow/Wandnata one shots

[♦️Pathetic]

The Avengers were gathered around the table, remnants of breakfast scattered about. Suddenly, Natasha burst through the doorway, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Wanda," she announced, holding aloft two tickets, "Your favorite classic sitcom marathon is playing at the movies tonight! Wanna ditch duty and join me?"

A surprised laugh escaped my lips. "Seriously? Those don't even play anymore! Of course I'm in!"

Natasha grinned, the familiar warmth spreading across her face. We chatted excitedly as we finished our meals, the prospect of a fun night out washing away the usual tension in the air.

Later

Wanda's pov

I was putting the finishing touches on my makeup when a familiar knock sounded at my door.

"Come in," I called out.

Vision entered, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than usual. "Hi there," he greeted, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Wow, you look stunning tonight."

"Thanks, Vision," I replied, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "Just getting ready for the movie."

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Are you sure I can't convince you to ditch the girls' night? We could-"

The sentence hung unfinished, his concern evident. I knew what he was going to say.

"Vis, Nat is more than just a friend, she's my best friend. She's planning something special for me. Our schedules have been so packed that we hardly get any time to spend together. But don't worry, we'll be back before you even realize we're gone," I managed to convince him, despite his rolled eyes and sigh of resignation.

"Fine," he huffed.

"Thank you."

After one final glance in the mirror, I stepped outside where Natasha was eagerly waiting for me. "There you are! Let's get going," she said, her excitement palpable as she skipped towards me. She held up a set of keys, twirling them around. I furrowed my brows, puzzled by her actions.

"Nat, what have you done?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. The mischievous glint in her eyes only intensified, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Tony has graciously allowed us to borrow one of his cars for the evening," she said, her eyebrows wiggling playfully.

"Tony would never agree to that," I pointed out.

"Well, you got me," Natasha shrugged nonchalantly. "We're actually borrowing it without his knowledge, but he'll never find out. We'll return it tomorrow."

"Firstly, he will definitely find out," I exclaimed. "Secondly, are you out of your mind? We can't just take his car!"

"But that's exactly what we're doing, my dear," Natasha sang. She unlocked the car and opened the door, bowing as she did so.

"After you, m'lady," she said, and I couldn't help but smile as I climbed into the car. Natasha closed the door behind me, walked around to her side, and got in. Before long, we were on our way to the movies.

We got some snacks and drinks before watching the Sitcom. Then, when I thought we were going home, Natasha drove to some tall building out of town and stopped the car. She got out, and then she opened the door for me.

"Come on, follow me," she said, offering me her hand. I glanced at it, then back at her skeptically.

"So, cards on the table? You're here to kill me, right?" I asked, a hint of fear creeping into my voice. Natasha laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.