Wanda Maximoff One-Shots

Build-A-Bear

A/n: AU in which Wanda isn't an Avenger, just a normal person and y/n works in the military.
This was a request and I like how it turned out :)

Pov Y/n

Wanda refuses to let go of my hand, clinging to it as if I would disappear if she didn't. I wouldn't. Not today anyway.

We got two more days together before I return to my work and am send on a mission. The exact details are still confidential, all we know is that it'll be at least six months. Six months isn't long, if you compare it to other durations.
A pregnancy is nine months, a year is twelve months, even a school year is longer than six months.

If you are in a relationship and separated from your girlfriend, six months is a lot though.
We've been through this before and it's never easy. Missing Wanda for so long sometimes feels like heartbreak.
I love her like crazy and wish, we could see each other in between.
All we can do, if we're lucky, is a phone call, or I can send her letters. It's not great, but it's something.

Somehow, we have to make it through these times of separation. And Wanda is supportive of it too. She always tells me it's okay and waits patiently for me to return.
Whenever I come home, she has a little surprise for me. Sometimes a cake, sometimes a dinner, other times a date, a bouquet of flowers, lingerie, a spa giftcard and so on. I wouldn't need all of that though, I just need her when I come back.

While I'm away, I think about holding her almost every night. I imagine cradling her head into my neck, wrapping my arms securely around her and feeling her breathe against my skin. I think about kissing her goodnight and falling asleep with her curled up into me.

Just thinking about going away again makes me want to pull her in and never let go.

"Oh," Wanda makes, eyes growing big as we step into the Build-A-Bear store.

I've never been to one, but know she loves these stores and while she never got anything, she likes looking at the different options, says it reminds her of the awe she felt as a child.

Everything is colorful and looks soft to touch. There are a few kids running around, carrying stuffed animals or clothing for said stuffies.

I lead Wanda to where she can pick out what kind of stuffed animal she wants. This was her idea and I think it's super cute and wish, I was able to take one on my mission myself. I can't, so it will only be one today.

"I like this one," she decides and picks out a bear with dark brown fur. I run my hand over it, it's super soft.

"It's perfect," I agree and she nods happily. Her hand is still in mine, so I have no other choice but to follow her around the store as she follows the instruction arrows on the floor.
We reach the stuffing machine where a woman smiles kindly at us.

"Are you ready to fill your new buddy?" She asks, nodding at the empty bear Wanda is holding.

"Yess," she says, sounding excited like a child. I love seeing her this way.
Excited and happy, not caring what anyone else might think about it.

From my side, she will never have to fear judgement over being excited about anything. I adore her way too much and love the way her nose scrunches up when she gets excited or how she jumps and dances around when she can't contain her own emotions. It's one of the reasons I love her so much.

"You can add in hearts." The woman points to a box of soft hearts and one that are thicker and according to the label can contain a message. I don't even need to look at Wanda to know which one is the right pick. The one with a voice note.

I let go of her hand, or try to, as she continues to hold on. I shake my hand lightly, but she refuses to let go.

"I need both hands to record a message, sweetheart," I remind her softly, at which she pouts.