Mrs. Maximoff

Thirty-six

Wanda's POV

I drove to Y/N's place, I still remember the way to it since that time I gave her a ride.

It was nearing nine o'clock so other than the cookies I made, I also got us some pizza.

Wanda
I think someone just buzzed at your door?

Y/N
Shut up.

It took her just a couple of moments to open the door and there she was: she still had a band-aid on her forehead but she looked absolutely beautiful and it was taking all of me to contain myself from telling her, I don't want to mess this up again by overstepping with either my words or actions.

"It's just a compliment Wanda, people appreciate compliments." The little voice in the back of my head said but I shut it down.

"Well, are you going to stand there or actually get in? Let me take this from you." Y/N took the bag in which I had the container with the cookies along with the pizza and put it on her kitchen table while I sorted myself in.

"What was in that bag? It was kind of heavy." She asked. I couldn't wait to see her reaction.

"You may need to close your eyes." I suggested and she did it, not before scoffing which made me laugh.

I made sure the cookies were in the right order before telling her to look.

I was deciding whether I should have given her all of the things I brought but settled on waiting to give her the last thing.

"Okay, you can open them!" Y/N opened her eyes as soon as I told her and she smiled at what was in front of her.

Needless to say that I felt my heart getting full, I couldn't believe I was about to lose this. Lose her.

In front of her were the cookies I made that spelled "welcome home" and her favorite food.

"You made these?" She pointed at the food on the table, it felt like the day I brought her food to the hospital. I wasn't complaining, that day was part of the ones I cherished most.

"Just the cookies this time." I said and she chuckled at how I put my hands up in defense.

"Thank you, Wanda. I appreciate it a lot." Y/N softly said and I felt cartwheels in my stomach.

"Of course, anything for you." I looked her in the eyes for maybe a little bit too much time and immediately broke the contact as soon as I realized.

That was weird.

"So? What should we do? Binge movies? A show? Truth or dare?" She suggested while leading me to the couch where in front was the tv.

"Movies? What if we watched Halloween movies? It's definitely too early to watch Christmas movies."

"It's too late to watch Halloween movies." She protested as she sat on the couch and I did the same.

"Let's watch a show then, what do you recommend?" I asked her, she seemed to think about it and then finally answered me.

"Is Friends okay with you?"

"Of course it is, it never gets old no matter how many times you watch it."

She put on the very first episode of the sitcom and we watched it in silence but laughed at almost every line in the episode.