The Attraction - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Chapter 3

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'Bad decisions make good stories.'
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As I wake up next to Peter, I notice he's still asleep and not paying any attention to me. He's not even facing me or putting his arm around me. It's a small thing, but I can't help but miss him. He's right beside me yet it feels like he's a million miles away. I decide to put it aside for now and so I begin getting ready for the day.

I walk into the kitchen to see Wanda resting her head on the table. I ask her if she's okay, but she snaps back at me, telling me it's none of my business. How can she go from pinning me against walls to shutting me out in seconds? She's confusing and unpredictable. If I'm not careful her mood swings are going to give me whiplash.

I spend the few hours I have before training with Tony. I sit in his lab and watch him work. We talk about everything and somehow nothing. I enjoy being in the lab with Tony. I'm not really sure what he's working on now, probably a new feature for his suit. Tony is a good teacher and. in a way, he's become like the father I never got to have, teaching me how to play the guitar and helping me to build my own suit. 

Unfortunately, the time for training eventually comes by and I go to find Wanda. Physical combat today. My chance to prove I'm stronger. Her pinning me to the wall was luck at best, it won't be happening again. 

"I can hear your thoughts, you know?" Wanda says, smiling, as she walks up to me. Of course, she can. 

"Mind your own business," I mutter, hoping she remembers saying it this morning. I wait for some witty response but when she says nothing, we begin our warm-up. As try as I might I can't take my eyes off of her. There's something about her that captivates me. She knows I'm staring. Even if she hasn't seen me, I know she can hear my thoughts. It's infuriating to think of her in my head, but something about it pulls me in.  

We've been fighting for a while, throwing kicks and punches, when I push her against the wall. I won, yet the look of defeat only remains on her face for a few seconds. Then I feel it - her hand against my thigh. How do we keep ending up like this? I want to kiss her, to slip my tongue into her mouth and fight for my dominance. This wasn't my plan. Even pinned against the wall it's clear who is in charge and it isn't me. 

"Someone's coming,"  I mutter and yet I don't move. She moves her hand from my thigh and still, I seem to be frozen to my spot. Thankfully, Wanda slips under my arms just as Natasha walks in. 

"You two okay?" Natasha asks. Wanda responds quickly and convincingly, giving no reason for Natasha to suspect anything. 

"Y/N?" Natasha questions when I don't respond. I look at her, still a little breathless, as I try to decide what to say. After what feels like forever, I blurt out, "all good, we just finished." Wanda shoots me a glare and I try my best to ignore it. 

"You didn't need to finish our session early," Wanda mumbles as we walk out of the training room. 

"Yes I did." Natasha had so nearly caught us. This is easy for Wanda, she hardly knows these people. But this is my life she's messing around with. Every time she touches me, I'm risking everything. Because what happens when people find out who I really am? What happens when I inevitably end up hurting Peter? 

"Worried Peter will realise that you prefer me?" Wanda smirks. No. I don't prefer her. I don't even like her. So why can't I stop myself from following her into her room?

"Listen, Maximoff, I don't know what's going on between us but stay out of my head," my words are more callous than I intend and it hurts to hear myself speak to her like this. But I refuse to apologise. This is serious and I need her to know I mean it. 

"Oh, Y/N, I haven't read your mind once."

I drop onto the chair in the corner of her room, realising what had happened, "you guessed that I was thinking about you earlier, didn't you?" She smirks mischievously, letting me know that I'm right. I take a moment to process before she walks over to me with a warmer smile. Kneeling down in front of me, she reminds me that she doesn't need any special powers to understand what's happening in my head. Her words leave me speechless as I hold her hands, overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment. It's different from anything we've experienced before. Instead of fiery passion, it's comfortable and peaceful, yet somehow still incredibly intense. I feel the depth of our connection, and, in a way, it scares me. Whatever we share is more than just physical attraction; it's a genuine, emotional bond. I look at her and realize I don't want to kiss her roughly but passionately and tenderly. I need her to understand my every emotion just as much as I need to feel her touch.

"Wanda," I mumble, realising I don't have anything to say. After all, what is there to be said? I wish I understood this. I wish I knew how I felt. There's something about her that seems to leave me enchanted. Maybe it's the soft glow in her eyes, whether they're green or red. Maybe it's that smile, mischievous but kind. Or maybe it's nothing to do with her looks at all. Maybe it's more than that and I think that's what scares me. I am drawn to her not just for her physical appearance, but for the essence of who she is. Though I may be able to ignore her alluring gaze and even the sensation of her breath on my neck, the emotional connection I seem to share with her isn't so simply dismissed. She seems to understand me so much better than most people, evening noticing the little things like changes in my tone. How could I ever pretend there's nothing between us?

"I don't want to," Wanda takes a moment to rethink her words before starting again, "I don't mean to come between you and Peter. I'll keep my hands to myself from now." I should be relieved, thankful even. But I'm not. If anything, I'm disappointed.