Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
The quinjet hummed softly as it cut through the morning sky, a quiet. I leaned against the cold metal wall, feeling its chill seep into my skin. Wanda sat beside me, her presence a steady force against the storm raging in my mind. My hands wrapped tightly around hers, unwilling to let go for even a second. Because if I let go, if I loosened my grip even slightly, I wasn't sure I'd be able to hold myself together.
I knew what was coming.
I had one mission, and it wasn't to play the hero. It was to do anything and everything necessary to ensure Wanda's safety. Whatever the cost. Failure wasn't an option.
Pierce's face flickered through my mind—his smooth words, his calculated confidence. The way he had twisted my loyalty, warped my trust, turned me into a weapon against everything I had sworn to protect.
The weight of it all pressed against my chest. But then—suddenly—the heavy thoughts melted away.
A warmth spread through me, fogging my mind in the most familiar, intoxicating way. My thoughts cleared, but this time, they were of Wanda.
Memories of her flooded my senses—precious moments, stolen kisses. But then, the images shifted, turning into something far more intimate.
The night we spent together, tangled together in soft sheets, her body pressed against mine, the way she made me feel so completely hers. The emotions swirled within me, heat pooling in my stomach as the memory played so vividly, so intensely, that I swore I could feel her.
And then, suddenly—I did.
A jolt of electricity ran through me as Wanda's lips pressed against mine.
A quiet moan escaped me, unintentional, quickly swallowed by her kiss.
I melted into it, but just as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
When we pulled apart, I struggled to blink back into reality, the lines between past and present blurred.
Wanda smirked, eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Sorry, I got carried away with the memory," she teased, her voice like silk.
I huffed out a breath, blinking away the haze. "Please do that more often."
That earned me a laugh. She leaned her shoulder against mine, her fingers brushing against my hand. "I'm sorry, but... you were doing that thing that Maria said you always do."
I frowned slightly, tilting my head. "What thing?"
"The thing where you spiral because you carry the weight of the entire mission, forgetting that I also have a mission to protect you." She squeezed my hand, her warmth spreading through my skin. "Forgetting that you're married to the strongest Avenger." She arched a teasing brow, mischief dancing in her eyes, doing her best to ease the tension coiled inside me.
"Well, Maria lies...a lot," I huffed out with a quiet laugh. "But, the strongest Avenger, huh? Not that I would ever doubt my wife, but what would the rest of the team make of that statement?"
"They'd agree," she said without hesitation, lifting her hand, where a crimson orb of energy crackled at her fingertips. "Or I could just force them to."
I let out a real laugh this time, the sound surprising even me. "I know just how persuasive you can be, so I wouldn't doubt that."
"It's part of my charm," she said, her smile widening.
A voice cut through our moment. "It's true. She always manages to get her way."
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