Pure Heroine - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

A World Alone

You were both trying to convince yourselves that nothing had changed.

That Wanda's attempt to put things right between you had been successful, that the period of fighting had been a common and unfortunate occurrence in your friendship, and that you were back to where you were before, stronger than ever.

Nothing had changed. But everything was different.

The long, complicit looks, the lingering, stolen touches, the conversations about nothing in the early hours of the morning in each other's beds, studying together until you fell asleep, sessions of movies that were getting less and less innocent until you went to sleep with your hearts racing and your skin prickling.

And a month into it, after a stupid bottle game, when you finally kissed.

The first time, during a stupid bottle game with all your friends watching, was taken as a big joke.

Even though Wanda moaned against your tongue, even though you increased the intensity afterward, even though neither of you thought about anything other than this for the next few days.

You were definitely drunk and it was a joke. It didn't count.

The academic routine returned, and two weeks later, Wanda kissed you in her bed.

The end credits of "Carol" were still playing on the laptop screen when she did it - Intense but shy and uncertain. She pulled back at the same second, ready to apologize, maybe make a joke about having let the film overwhelm her when your hand grabbed her neck and pulled her back.

And the kiss was much hotter and hungrier than before, and Wanda melted on your tongue. She responded with everything she had, clinging to your shoulders and whimpering when you pressed your hips together, pinning her to the bed.

How so many years of friendship went by without doing that, she has no idea. It sounds so silly.

One of your hands wanders inside her blouse, feeling her burning skin, and Wanda gets too carried away. She kicks the laptop to the floor, and the noise wakes you out of your trance.

The moment is over because she has broken the computer that has her final article on it and she has to rush to a repair shop.

It's all casual then, whatever this is.

Natasha laughs when you tell her, wanting to know if there is such a thing as a "no-strings-attached make-out with your best friend". She says it's called dating, and you turn pale.

Wanda doesn't talk about it, but she doesn't dismiss it either. She just waits for you to take the first step, and well, after those months of fighting, you're terrified of doing that, that you've somehow got the kiss wrong and are making things up in your head.

So you don't talk about it, even though it keeps happening.

In the bar after Bruce's birthday. Under the fire escape of Maria Hill's apartment at the end of a party. In Bucky Barnes' room when you visit him with all the guys for the weekend.

They're hot kisses that taste like beer. Easy to find excuses to explain. Easy to pretend were the result of a night of drinking.

They happen and they happen for almost two whole months, until summer arrives and there's no more university routine to escape them.

You head home, and Wanda invites you to eat hot dogs at her favorite place from when you were kids.

She giggles into her cell phone while you're driving and your curiosity is quenched in the next second.

"Natasha's talking shit again." Wanda comments, distracted by her cell phone. You look out of the corner of your eye and know she's texting the redhead.

"What do you mean?" You ask with a laugh, turning at a green light.

"Just the usual nonsense." Retorts the other casually. "I told her we were going to Billy's for hot dogs and she teased me by saying it sounds like a date."

It's bait. It has to be. The way Wanda is sitting on the seat, stealing glances in your direction through the rearview mirror, longing for a response.

You don't react at all, in fact, the silence is worse than if you'd told her it was a ridiculous idea.

Wanda swallows her pride and insists; "It's crazy, isn't it?"

You drum your fingers on the steering wheel without looking at her. " Which part?" You retort, and without waiting for an answer, you add: "Nat making fun of us... or us being a couple?"

Wanda can feel her face burning, but she gives a nervous little laugh. "I-I don't know... both?"

You hum, disappointed, and say no more. You turn the corner and arrive at the restaurant's parking lot. You mention getting up, but Wanda fastens your seatbelt again.

"What-"

"It's not crazy." She panted with determination and sincerity. Her eyes sparkle. "I really like you. And it wouldn't be crazy if we dated. It would be great, actually."

You stare for a moment in surprise at the sudden confusion, before sighing with relief. "Took you long enough, Maximoff."

She breaks into a shy giggle, rolling her eyes. "Shut up."

You lean over and kiss her on the mouth. No alcohol excuses now.

It's better than all those before because Wanda knows what this one means. She shivers as it warms up, your hand squeezing her thigh, too close to the inside of her skirt.

When she breaks for breath, you kiss her jaw and pull away.

"I've been in love with you since middle school." You confess affectedly, and her stomach does a complete flip.

She wants to cry, but jokes instead. "And you say I'm the one who took my time."

You chuckle, shaking your head, and look at her with such love that Wanda loses her hunger for food and gains it for something else.

"Let's order takeout." She murmurs before grabbing your shirt to pull your face close again.

You get the impression that you won't be ordering food at all.