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 touched down with a low hum, sending a ripple of dust across the landing pad of the Avengers compound. Y/N remained seated, arms crossed, gaze fixed ahead as the ramp lowered. Next to her, Yelena stretched out dramatically, groaning.
"This is it," Natasha said, standing at the front of the jet. "Welcome to your new home."
Natasha rolled her eyes. "You're both so dramatic. Please don't embarrass me. Tony had to pull a lot of strings to get you both on the team."
"He really shouldn't have," Y/N shot back.
Yelena nudged her. "Natasha is right. Let's not embarrass her in front of her little friends."
Y/N smirked. "You mean like how you tried to kill the Hawkeye, Natasha's best friend?"
"That was different." Yelena waved dismissively. "I didn't know who he was. He was a stranger. I was just practicing my stranger danger."
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Y/N chuckled as Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just—please behave."
As they stepped off the jet and entered the compound, the rest of the Avengers were already waiting. Steve stood with his arms crossed, Sam and Bucky beside him with his signature smirk. Vision stood in the back against a wall while Bruce and Clint looked intently like they were waiting for the worst to happen.
And then there was Wanda Maximoff.
Y/N had seen her before—on screens, in mission files, in the stories told by those who knew her. But none of it, none of it, compared to seeing her in person.
Standing there, Wanda was something unreal, something Y/N couldn't understand.
But Y/N felt it.
A pull—an unfamiliar, unsettling tug in her chest. Not the rush before a fight, not the warning of danger. No, this was different. This was a shift, a crack in the armor she had so carefully built.
Wanda tilted her head slightly, an amused smile ghosting across her lips. God, those lips.
"Hi."
Y/N's brain short-circuited. Her mouth went dry. Her heart pounded so erratically she was sure she was either dying or experiencing something far worse—something she didn't have the defenses for.
Was this—? No. Impossible. Y/N was trained against this. There was no way that in less than a minute, everything that had been forced upon Y/N for her entire life was just suddenly thrown out the window.
A sharp slap landed between her shoulder blades before she could formulate a single coherent thought.
"She talks, I promise," Yelena quipped, ever the savior.
