2016
It had been a month. One month since the Avengers had broken up. One month since Wanda and I had been on the run constantly looking over our shoulder for Ross and his troops.
Being in hiding was draining and bad days were common but not being alone made it that little bit easier.
Groaning as my phone buzzes, the sound of the alarm almost worse than torture I turn over in the sheets throwing my arm over cold blankets in attempts to find Wanda's warmth.
Only after a few minutes of searching did I realise she wasn't in the bed. Slight panic sets in, my eyes snappping open, my hand subconsciously moving to the gun strapped to the side of the bed leg.
Taking it in my hands I throw off the sheets and place my feet against the ground being careful not to make a sound whilst searching for Wanda.
You can never be too careful on the run, nothing is ever 'safe' meaning no matter how sure you were that you weren't followed or watched you can never be 100%.
The inviting smell of eggs eases my panic as I turn the corner to find Wanda humming quietly dressed in only a large shirt and underwear pressed against the bench whilst spreading butter over toast.
"Morning." She chuckles raising an eyebrow at the gun held tightly in my palms.
I frown sending her a playful glare before placing the gun on the bench and making my way towards the witch.
"You can't do that to me. I almost had a heart attack." I murmur pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"Sorry baby. I just wanted to cook you something nice, especially seeing we never have eggs." Wanda pouts flicking her wrist causing the pan on the stove to turn off as light streams of red energy hover over the eggs.
"I'll accept your apology after I eat something." I smirk pulling an almost broken mug from the cabinet above the stove.
"Mm." Wanda hums with a shake of her head.
Moving locations every week or so made it hard to keep healthy. The bare minimum had to do. So eggs was a delicacy both Wanda and I hadn't had in forever.
"They look delicious." I sigh managing to pour my coffee into the mug without watching, too busy eyeing Wanda's half naked form.
"They are." Wanda mumbles whilst taking a bite from her toast.
"Ok Mrs chef."
"Not a Mrs yet thank you."
"Soon baby soon." I chuckle placing my coffee filled mug beside my eggs and wrapping one hand around Wanda's waist pulling her close to me.
Kissing her exposed collarbone she hums contently taking a second bite of her toast.
"We have nothing to do today." She whispers with a smile.
These days were rare. The days were both Wanda and I could relax as best we could knowing we had enough food and shelter to last a few more days.
"Mm yes, we can finally watch that movie you keep droning on about."
Lightly slapping my shoulder Wanda scoffs.
"Hey you want to watch it just as much as me asshole."
Chuckling I place my hands up in surrender moving to the other side of the bench to eat my toast and eggs.
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Not your Fault
RomanceSkye Romanoff is a trained killer, an assassin. She doesn't love, that's for the weak. But what will happen when a certain green eyed witch walks into her life? ON HOLD.
