Ok so I have a crush on this really cute enby and i just got their number and theyre really nice and theyve been complimenting me and i just have a lot of gay happiness right now.
Anyway.
Storytime.
Wanda awoke in a room that wasnt her own.
Tear soaked red tresses sticking to the crook of her neck, warm breath tickleing right above her sholder blade where soft lips brushed every once and a while.
Arms clutched her tightly, as if she was a life boat that would speed away the moment the Russian let go.
The light of the full moon wafts in through the window. A shaft illuminating this perfect moment.
Like a spotlight showcasing one of the few rights in this world.
In this far from perfect world, sometimes exceptions are made.
Exeptions like the Russian clinging to Wanda. Eyes closed softly against wanda's skin. Breath deep and sleeplaced.
But there was also the dry tear marks illuminated by the moonlight. The way her fingernails dug into the Sokovian's back slightly. The visible bruises on her body of thrown objects by the enraged protesters.
Even in this pure moment theres atrosity.
Of course, there is no perfection without inperfection.
Yet still the details haunt her.
She tucks a strand of red behind Natasha's ear. Stroking her cheek gently.
She gently traces the tear marks.
And for a moment, though it might have been a trick of the moonlight, Wanda thought she saw Natasha grin.
Not natashas signiture smirk, but a show of genuine happiness.
This moment felt like it should be locked in a safe.
This tearstreaked angel laying in her arms. Gently illuminated by silver moonlight.
" I'm so sorry Natasha." Wanda whispered, a tear tracing her cheek before tickling and driping from her chin.
It feels like shes dreaming, like theres nothing else. Just this room. Just this woman.
Wanda doesnt know why she does what she does next.
" Natasha you are beautiful."
Wanda isn't quite sure what shes doing.
" Not just pretty, but throughly beautifull.
You have soft skin and silky hair and bright eyes, but it goes so so much deeper than that."
Wanda stops focusing on the words, instead honing in on the feelings behind them. The burning warmth of care and love that she has for this woman.
" I know many people see you as a cold blooded assasin, and maybe you do too, but all the things I see you do for people, all the warmth and kindness in your eyes... beautiful eyes... they speak of something much deeper and complex. No person can be sumed up in just one phrase, or even a thousand phrases. Cause if you think about it, nobody really knows them well enough. Not even them." Wanda speaks softly, fingers gently stroking through the Russian's hair.
" If you really were heartless, you wouldn't have let me borrow your jacket. You would have struck me down the moment I stoped violating your mind. If you really were a psychopath... you wouldnt be an avenger." Wanda cant stop the feelings now, the warmth and kindness rippling out from her, every word filled with such truth and such softness that it could be felt in the air.
" Natasha you mean so much to me. Probably more than you should. I don't know what that means really, but it felt right." Wanda chuckles a bit at her own statement.
" There will always be people who hate you, just for who you are. But they don't own you. They don't control you. They don't get a say in who you are. And who you are , Natasha, is for you to figure out. But whoever that person is, I love her. And I will love her. Because she's you. And I love you."
Wanda is too tired at this point to really comprehend what she had just said.
Pulling the Russian closer, she wrapped her arms tighter around her.
Air not filled with tension or worry, just love.
Pure, unadulterated love.
