The Attraction - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Chapter 4

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'I'm sorry but I fell in love that night. My mind has since been filled with thoughts of only you and the way you looked at me. The sound of your voice and the warmth of your skin became the only home I've ever known because I felt more at home in your arms than I ever did in my own house. I fell in love that night, the night your eyes met mine.' 

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I sit on her bedroom floor, watching her pluck a few strings on her guitar. She plays so effortlessly as if it's as simple as breathing. I make sure not to tell her that Tony has been teaching me. I'm nowhere near as good as her. I know only two songs but even those I can't play well. My timing is all off - I go from too slow to too fast.

"Tell me what you're thinking," Wanda mumbles, putting her guitar away and breaking my train of thought. Her eyes meet mine and she sits down in front of me. The perfect shade of green.

"Peter," I reply, "he always wanted to learn how to play guitar." When she doesn't reply I add, "he only knows ukulele." 

She takes my hand in hers, intertwining our fingers together. So much for keeping her hands to herself. I wonder if she knows what she's doing. If she realises how little time has passed since she gave me her word. Maybe, like me, she really just can't control herself. Maybe the need to feel my touch overwhelms her, the way it overwhelms me. I don't know why I felt the need to mention him. He hadn't crossed my mind once. Really, he hadn't. Why am I like this? "Are you still in love him?" 

I look up at her with a bewildered face, as if it's the most absurd question ever asked. But it isn't. It's the opposite. It's reasonable and understandable. The truth is, I don't know how I feel about him anymore. It feels like we never see each other anymore and when we do it's just not the same. There's something missing. I remember what we used to have. How good it felt.

"I do love him."

"That's not what I asked," she points out, "are you in love with him?" In love? I thought to be in love was the same as to love. But there's something about the way she says it that opens my eyes. And maybe that is the problem. Because I do love him. He can still make me smile and he still knows me better than anymore. But maybe I'm not in love with him. Because I don't jump into his arms every time I see him. Because he doesn't make me laugh so hard I can't breathe anymore and because the future I've envisioned for us feels outdated. 

"I shouldn't have brought this up, I'm sorry," I apologise - eager to change the subject. 

"You don't need to apologise. He means a lot to you." I look up at her and she nods slowly. A million words were exchanged with such a simple glance. She shuffles closer to me and begins playing with a strand of my hair. Softly pulling a curl out and watching it jump back into place. "He has no idea how lucky he is." I feel her lips on my cheek, they linger there for a moment before she pulls away and stands up. "It's getting late, Peter will be wondering where you are."

I shake my head. He wouldn't notice. "He has more important things to be focused on." 

"You deserve better," she tells me and maybe I do. But she doesn't know Peter like I do. She doesn't know who he used to be or who he still could be. She never met the boy who would stay awake all night just to be there for me after every mission. She never the met boy who planned date after date as if it was his favourite thing to do. 

"Then what do I deserve?"

"You deserve someone who'll stay, who'll hold you together when you feel like falling apart and, and someone who will love you, no matter what." We share a moment of silence, unsure of how I can reply to that. Unfortunately, it doesn't take long for Wanda to break our silence as she softly mumbles, "Y/N, I'm asking you to leave."

"Oh, right. I'll," I stutter, not sure what to say.

"It's not that I want you to," she states, "it's actually the opposite." I stand up and take her hand back into mine. For a few seconds, my focus remains on her eyes. They say so much and so little all at the same time. I don't understand how she does it.

"So tell me what you want." She glances away for a moment, biting her bottom lip, but quickly brings her attention back to me. 

"Y/N, I want to wrap my arms around you and never let go. I want to play with your hair and fall asleep to the sound of your voice."

"Wanda, are you-" She can't be. Can she? Those feelings I had the other night, were they real? Reciprocated even?

"Please, Y/N. Just go," she mumbles and I listen. I let go of her hand and brush my hand through her hair one last time before I leave.