Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Wanda Maximoff: Comfort pt 2

Word Count: 1668

I was the first one awake the morning after the sleepover. I was groggy, but I recognized the weight on top of me. Her head rested on my chest, my hand was in her hair. There was a blanket thrown haphazardly over us. I loved the feeling of it to be honest.

I wanted to get up, but there was no chance I would disturb her. So I stayed in my spot, admiring the woman on top of me. She was phenomenally gorgeous up close.

I eventually felt her shift on top of me. Her reached out to cover my eyes and a quiet giggle escaped my lips.

" Don't look," her eyes stayed closed as she spoke.

" Why not?"

" 'M ugly in the mornin'."

My hand removed hers from my face. I let my fingers intertwine with hers. " No, you're not. You could never be ugly."

She lifts her head up to look at me for a moment then she lays it back on my chest," My hair is frizzy, I've got drool coming out the side of my mouth, you can see the bags under my eyes, and my accent is heavier."

I squinted my eyes," And? You're still absolutely beautiful."

The doorbell ringing interrupted our conversation," I'll get it."

Wanda protested, not wanting me to leave our spot, but the ringing persisted. Reluctantly, she let me get from under her. My steps padded against the floor as I took my time reaching the door.

When I opened it, the joy seeped from my body. Jarvis was standing at the porch. He was out of breath and there was a strong look of worry in his eyes. However, that meant absolutely nothing to me.

" I need to speak to Wanda."

I simply responded," She doesn't really want to see you right now."

I can see the frustration building on his face, but he takes a deep breath," Look, please. I just- we have to talk."

" There's nothing else for you to say to her, Jarvis. You dumped her over text. You broke her heart. Now here you are on her porch the next day, begging. Get over yourself."

That made him upset," Who do you think you're talking to-"

I stop him mid-sentence," If she wants to talk to you, she'll reach out. As of right now, she doesn't want that. So I'm sorry you wasted your gas, but go home."

I could see his eyes shifting to look inside the house. His hands twitched and his jaw clenched. I took that as a sign to step outside and close the door behind me.

" I said, go home."

The stare between the two of us is intense. It's only broken when the door opens. Steve appears with a look of irritation on his face, " What're you doing here, Jarvis?"

" I want to speak to Wanda. "

Steve glares at the boy," I don't think that's necessary."

" Look, you guys can't stop me fr-"

Steve cuts him off," Do you want me to get Pietro to see his opinion on this."

His face drains of color before turning an unfathomable shade of red," You can't shelter her forever."

"Goodbye, Jarvis," The finality in Steve's tone leaves no room for leeway.

Steve and I watch as the boy turns his back to us and walks away from the house. I let out an exhale when he gets in his car and drives away.

" He has some nerve coming here after what he did to Wanda," Steve places a hand on his hip for emphasis.

" He's already realized his mistake. He wants her back," I said, clenching my fists by my side.