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'To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.'
~With still no sign of Wanda, I decide to go to her room.
"Come in," I hear her call out when I knock on the door. I open it to find her still getting dressed, her outfit currently consisting of leggings and a bra. I glance away but, as if I can't control myself, I find myself looking at her again. "See something you like?" she asks as she slips into a t-shirt.
"We're just meant to be training already," I tell her.
"Right, sorry. Didn't sleep well," she replies. I ask if anything was keeping her up but she shuts me down. It clearly isn't something she wants to talk about.
Aware that she's tired, I decide to spend the day testing her fitness levels - determining her strengths and weaknesses - rather than any physical combat or power training. She does well, impressing me again and again. We're almost done when Peter comes into the training room and walks over to the treadmill Wanda and I are using.
He barely says anything and maybe it's the way my mood changes or a thought Wanda heard but, as we leave, she starts asking questions I'd rather not answer. "That boy, his name is Peter, right?" Wanda asks and I can feel an interrogation coming my way.
"Peter Parker," I nod my head, reminding me of all the times I'd said his name just because it made me happy. If only I still felt that way. I want to still feel that way and occasionally I do. Now and then he says the right thing or grins the way he did when we first met and I remember why I love him. But now the attention he pays me is minimal at best. And instead of melting my heart, I fear he's bruising it.
"He's upset you?"
"What? No, I," I stutter, "it's complicated. Get out of my head, Maximoff." She takes my hand and steps in front of me. Her face is different than what I've so quickly become used to. It's softer. "I wasn't reading your thoughts, Y/N, I was listening. You're voice, it had a sort of melachony to it."
Great, she can read me even without powers. "It's complicated, okay? Could we just drop it?"
With no answer, I assume she's agreed to forget about it and our conversation quickly dies. I walk her back to her room and head to mine. Mine and Peter's. I sit down at the desk we share and notice that his laptop was still open, displaying the movie Rocky. My heart skips a beat. Is it a coincidence or a sign that he misses me? I know he loves the film but it also means something to both of us. Memories of our past relationship flood my mind. I remember one night, after a stressful mission with Steve, Peter surprised me with blankets, pillows, snacks, and the same movie. We watched it together until I fell asleep in his arms.
With a heavy sigh, I close the laptop and head to the bathroom to take a shower. Now isn't the time to be dwelling on the past. Just as I'm about to turn on the water, I hear footsteps approaching. "Peter?" I call out, naturally presuming it's him. But instead, I hear a muffled voice respond, "guess again." I recognise the voice immediately. Wanda. She enters the bathroom and shuts the door behind her. Instinctively I take a step back, hitting the wall. "What are you doing here?" I ask, surprised by her sudden appearance.
"What are you doing?" I ask again, trying to act like leaning against the wall was something I'd decided to do.
She walks into my bathroom and tells me that she wanted to see me, appearing to be innocent. Yet, I know that she is far from it.
I can't help but wonder if I'm turning this into a bigger thing than it is. Perhaps I've been turning her actions into something more than they are. With my relationship with Peter slowly coming to an end, it's possible that I'm exaggerating the presence of the mysterious and beautiful brunette who lives across the hall. This could all be in my head.
Maybe she can hear my thoughts because her hand begins to travel up my thigh. Once again, my body slams into the wall behind me - this time because I'm embarrassingly flustered. She tightens her grip on me and her lips latch onto my neck. I open my mouth, preparing to tell her to stop, but an accidental moan falls out. I should push her away from me, I could end this right now, but I don't want to. I want this to keep going.
"We can't. Peter," I breathe out. She cuts my sentence short when her nails gently dig into my thigh. "I thought it was complicated," she reminds me. Right, complicated.
My hands reach down to my shirt, preparing to take it off when she takes hold of my hands. She pulls it up to her face and, smiling, kisses it once. "Until next time."
A/N:
Quote: Faraaz Kazi.

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The Attraction - Wanda Maximoff x Reader
FanfictionThere are things I want to happen, that could happen, that can't. Not when I've just met this girl. And definitely not when I'm in the middle of trying to stop my relationship with Peter from crashing and burning. As Y/N's relationship falls apart...