Escaping Maximoff

Fine Line

"Wanda, I think something is seriously wrong. There were these guys – well men, and they were super creepy. I saw them for the first time like a while ago, and a few times after that, but this morning they came into the store and, Wanda, I think you're in trouble. They have guns, and freaky tattoos and everything!"

"You're forgetting the tasers," Sam added, his eyes wide as balloons as he stared through the open door at Wanda, who appeared to have only just woken up. Her auburn hair framed her face in a tousle of curls, and her pale skin, uncovered by her pyjamas, glowed in the moonlight. Even with sleep in her eyes, she still managed to look like an angel.

"Oh my gosh, yes, the tasers!" I practically screamed. I hated myself for not telling her sooner and giving her more time to figure out what to do. Wanda would have to pay the price of my selfishness.

"Okay, sweetheart, take a breath," Wanda said, stepping out the door and kneeling in front of me to wrap her arms around my shaking body. Her warm embrace and vanilla perfume calmed my racing heart.

"I'm Sam," the blond boy stated, standing awkwardly to the side with his hand outstretched. Wanda moved one arm away from my body to shake it, offering a small smile to my best friend.

"I'm Wanda."

No shit.

"I know," Sam replied excitedly before cringing at his words. "Wow, that sounded really creepy."

Wanda laughed. "Well, I know you too; y/n's told me a lot about you."

"Oh no, what has she said," Sam chuckled, shooting me a fake glare.

"Snitches end up in ditches," I warned Maximoff, tapping her back gently. She gave me a soft smile before ushering us indoors and sitting us down at the table with a warm drink and plate of fresh medovik – Black Widow's recipe.

Sam leaned over to whisper in my ear, "I can't believe I'm actually in THE Wanda Maximoff's house right now, like how crazy is that!"

"Pretty crazy," I whispered back, rolling my eyes at the fact he was still fangirling under the circumstances. If the soldiers were as big of a problem as I thought they were, then it might be the last time either of us were in her house.

"Everything is going to be ok," Wanda reassured, sitting at the table opposite us, a coffee mug in hand.

"How do you know that?" I questioned, worry brewing in my chest. "For all we know, those guys might be trying to find you right now."

The redhead reached across the table to take my hands in hers. "Y/n, they're just men."

I gazed into her sparkling green eyes and knew she was right. I still struggled not to separate the soft woman in front of me from the all-powerful, god-killing Wanda Maximoff. It was true that those men were no match for her, but I also knew not to underestimate them. If they were here, then they thought they could defeat her. They wouldn't have hope for nothing.

"I just think you need to think about things," I said quietly, hinting at a thought at the back of my mind.

She retracted her hand from mine. "What things?"

I sighed and looked to Sam for help. We'd talked about Wanda leaving on the way here, and both of us thought it was probably the best option for her, even if it was the last thing I wanted.

"Wanda, the men were clearly part of some kind of organisation. They had like, this weird sword logo, which clearly means something to you because of the look on your face." I took a breath, gathering my thoughts before continuing. "And if that's true then you need to leave."

I couldn't bear to meet her eyes. The hurt evident on her face broke something inside of me, and I wasn't sure I'd ever fix it if I looked at her again.

"Do you want me to leave?" She asked, her voice breaking as she spoke.

"No. No of course not, I just don't want you to get hurt," I explained, doing my best to put my feelings into words.

"Well, you don't need to worry about that. I'm not going anywhere, y/n. I'm not leaving you," she said forcefully, a blazing fire in her eyes. She was powerful, probably more than I knew but I had seen past that. She wasn't immortal; she could be hurt.

"But I am worrying," I whispered, fiddling with the cat mug on the table.

Wanda's eyes softened and her strong facade cracked at my vulnerability. "Please, don't. We can come up with other solutions."

"We could just keep our distance for now," Sam suggested with a shrug. "As much as I'd love to spend more time here, maybe it's best if we didn't see Wanda until we're sure the soldiers are gone."

Wanda and I nodded. It wasn't as safe as her leaving, but part of me was glad that she'd always be near.

"Sam is right, we should probably go," I said sadly, already hating the idea of not seeing her basically every day.

"You don't have to. You're already here, so it doesn't matter."

I looked to Sam, who gave me a nod.

"I should go back to the store, but you can stay. I know this is going to be hard for both of you," the blond explained, giving me a brief hug, then letting Wanda see him out, not without the Avenger insisting he take a few medoviks with him.

When she returned to the kitchen, I was still sat at the table, my head hung in defeat. After everything, I was losing her. The only person I could ever call my mother was being taken from me.

The redhead knelt next to my chair, pulling it out from under the table so I was facing her. She took my face in her hands and gently tilted it so I could meet her eyes. "Please look at me, love."

I shook my head. I couldn't; it hurt too much.

"Please," she whispered so softly that I couldn't bear it any longer. My eyes met hers and I felt like I could finally take a breath. Her thumb rubbed gently against my cheek, an act of affection I had grown to love.

"I don't want you to go," I murmured, watching how her green eyes swirled with sorrow.

"I'm not going anywhere," she promised, leaning up to kiss my forehead. "I would do anything for you. Anything."

I gulped. She certainly wasn't lying when she said 'anything.' A witch with a vendetta could be stopped by no one.

"Promise?"

"I promise," she confirmed, a flicker of red passing through her green orbs, a silent whisper of a vow that she wouldn't break.

We'll be alright.