The Attraction - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Chapter 5

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'She wore a smile like a loaded gun.'
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"How's the training with Wanda going?" Tony asks. I think about my answer, considering my options. I could so easily tell him everything right now. If I wanted to, I could tell Tony about the touching and how one of us always seems to become pinned against the wall - a fight for dominance that I always seem to lose. But I don't want to. Not completely at least. "It's going well, I think she's enjoying it."

"Peter came to see me earlier. Maybe you could train with him today," Tony suggests. Wanda and Peter training together? With me in between them? Somehow I don't see that working out too well. I wonder how much he knows about Peter and me. It would be mindless of me to pretend like Peter wouldn't have confided in Tony, they have a sort of father-son relationship and as close as I am with Tony, Peter is much closer. Knowing I can't explain to Tony why training with Wanda and Peter would be awkward, I agree and go to find him. 

"What's that?" I ask pointing to the crumpled paper I saw Peter throw under the bed as I walked into our room. He looks at me, almost emotionless, for a second whilst he figures out what to say. Then he reaches back under the bed - pulling the paper back out. "I was trying to figure out how to ask you on a date," he stumbles over his words, the paper shaking in his hands, "it's been a while and I miss... I miss us." 

I feel tears fill up my eyes, threatening to overflow and run down my cheek. I walk over to him so quickly that I might as well be running and throw my arms around him. We stay there for a moment, neither one of us wanting to let you. He lifts his head and looks down at me. "Well?"

"Yes," I whisper and he pushes his lips against mine. 

"I've got training with Wanda in a bit, want to come?" Asking him surely isn't the smartest idea but I know Tony will question how it went so I ask anyway. Besides, maybe nothing will happen with Wanda whilst Peter is there. 

We walk down to the gym to find Wanda already waiting for us. I've been hoping to work on her magic. I want to see what they're like, I want to see the red flow out of her hands. I want to see her power. They're much cooler than mine. Healing in water isn't the most impressive power. It can be useful at times but being able to read minds, that's the kind of stuff you grow up wishing you could do. 

Peter walks over to the weights almost instantly and I explain my plan to Wanda. "We can train in here for a bit and then you can show me your powers if you want." She shakes her head and clenches her fists. Right, Natasha mentioned how cautious she was with her powers. "You don't like using your powers, right?" Wanda wraps her arm around my waist and pulls me closer to her. I try to step back but she's strong enough to keep me in my place. "Peter is right over there," I remind her - not that she seems overly bothered by it. "If you don't want him finding out, you'll listen to me." 

"Wanda, I would've-" I begin saying but she lets go of me and walks over to one of the fitness machines. I would've listened to you either way. I can't seem to comprehend her, she doesn't make sense. Just when I think I have an understanding, she changes. Shows a new part of herself or closes herself off. Forever changing between hot and cold. 

I'm on one of the exercise bikes when I see Wanda walking over to Peter. I jump off of the machine, my legs shaking a little from the sudden stop, as I step in front of her. "What are you doing?" I ask her. The smirk on her face grows and I know I've reacted exactly how she wanted me to. Mind games like these are going to grow tiring very quickly.

"I must admit, I didn't think you'd fall for that," she giggles playfully. I quickly glance over my shoulder and notice Peter watching us. She's playing a game and if this continues, Wanda will come out on top. Her games will slowly wear me down and leave me feeling disoriented. I have to win and that means I have to play her game. "Peter," I say as I confidently stride over to him, prompting him to pause his workout.

"What's-" he starts before I pull him into me. Kissing him with all of the love and passion I can. Ignoring my urge to imagine he's Wanda, I take his hand and guide it over my body.

"What was that for?" Peter asks, smiling, when I step away. 

"No reason," I grin but as I turn around and see that little red tint of fury in her eyes, that she tries so hard to hide, I can't help but feel a little pride.

It isn't until that night, as I lay in Peter's arms and plan our date, that I feel the guilt. It sits on my chest, crushing my lungs. I had been so focused on Wanda, that I never stopped to think about how badly this would undoubtedly end.