The Attraction - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Chapter 7

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'She is water. Powerful enough to drown you, soft enough to cleanse you, deep enough to save you.'
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"How's the training with Wanda?" Clint asks, taking a seat next to me. It's late, most people are already asleep. It doesn't surprise me that he's awake, he's more of a night owl like me. "I don't know about her, but I'm enjoying it and she's making good progress," I tell him and, despite Wanda's refusal to use her powers, it's the truth. 

"You haven't been on a mission in a while, maybe the two of you will be able to go together," Clint suggests and, if I'm honest, I don't know how I feel about it. I try not to linger on the thought for too long. So we chat for a little while, just catching up with each other, before I head upstairs to bed.

As I make my way to my room, a high-pitched, piercing scream suddenly fills the hall. My heart begins racing as I quickly realise where it's coming from - Wanda's room. Without a moment's hesitation, I break into a sprint, my feet racing one foot in front of the other as I rush towards her room. I barge past the door without bothering to knock. 

"Y/N?" Wanda mumbles, looking up at me.

"Sorry, I heard screaming. Wanted to make sure you were okay." 

"Fine, just, um, a nightmare." 

"Did you want to talk about it?" I ask. She shakes her head and I awkwardly stand there for a few moments, not sure of what to do next, before I turn around to leave. 

"Wait, please, don't go." Turning around to face her, I nod and walk over to her. As if we've done it a hundred times before, she shuffles over and gives me room to lie down. She rests her head on my left arm and I wrap my right arm around her body. We spend a few minutes, under the comfort of the duvet, not talking. My thoughts are focused on her and how close she is. I shift a little closer to her and when she doesn't move, I take it as some kind of assurance that she isn't going to leave. Because I think that's one of the things that I'm really afraid of. Leaving Peter for Wanda, just to be torn apart by someone, or something, anyway. "Try to get some sleep," I mumble before burying my head comfortably into the space between Wanda's neck and shoulder. 

Even though we move throughout the night, we wake up closer than before. I lay on my back, with one hand above my head and the other cradling Wanda's back. Wanda's rolled onto her stomach, her head rests comfortably on my shoulder and her arm wraps around my body. After a while, I push my body up so that I'm sitting and I feel Wanda's grip tighten. "Hey," she murmurs, still half asleep.  A smile grows on my face as I lean down to plant a kiss on her forehead, "we need to get up, it's late." 

Wanda makes a few inaudible sounds of surprise before sitting up. "If you want to talk about last night-" I begin before Wanda interrupts me.

"I don't, but thanks." I nod my head understandingly before pulling myself out of the bed. When she's ready, we walk to the kitchen together. Peter is there talking to Steve about one of those old movies he loves, I thought he'd be busy doing some sort of task by now. 

"Where were you?" Peter asks, his voice tainted with a little worry, "I didn't hear you come to bed or see you this morning. Is everything okay?" Guilt squeezes at my stomach. I know most guys would see I'm still in yesterday's clothes and assume I was doing something I shouldn't have. Yet the first thing he asks me is if I'm okay. "Yeah we just got talking and fell asleep," I reply, slightly pointing towards Wanda. I don't tell him about the nightmare, I don't think she'd want me to. 

There's something different about him. A change. Maybe this is it. For so long, I have been asking for things to go back to the way things used to be. And here Peter is, standing in front of me, reminding me of why I fell for him in the first place.

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Quote: Adrian Michael.