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. 😅...
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"Captain! It's so great to have you back, sir," I said, doing my best to sound professional, but honestly? I was beaming. He was awake.
And somewhere in the chaos of saving lives, I had also kissed Wanda Maximoff.
My mind was still spinning from it...her lips, her warmth, the way she looked at me like I was something precious. Like I mattered.
"You were touch-and-go for a minute there, Cap," Stark chimed in, arms crossed and wearing that smug, proud smirk only he could pull off.
Sam chuckled softly, his voice rough but warm. "Stark. I really hate to say it, but man, I'm glad to see your face."
Then his eyes flicked to me.
"And doctor..."
"Dr. Y/L/N, Captain. But..." I smiled, standing a little straighter. "You can just call me Y/N."
Sam returned the smile. "Well, Y/N, thank you for saving me. And please, just call me Sam."
He shifted slightly in the bed, glancing past me at the nearby pods.
"Stark says you're the brains behind taking out the nanites. Any luck with my teammates?"
The weight of his question settled heavily on my shoulders. My smile faded.
"Not yet," I admitted quietly. "But I won't stop until I bring them all back."
Sam nodded, something proud flickering behind the exhaustion in his eyes. "Glad to hear it. And I guess... welcome to the team."
Welcome to the team.
Those words. They echoed through me like a bell, warm and strange. I'd spent so long feeling like an outsider. Now, here I was.
I couldn't help the small smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I dipped my head, heart swelling.
"So, any update on the HYDRA threats?" Sam asked, his attention shifting to Tony.
I took the cue to move, stepping away to check the monitors.
Bucky was still stable, his vitals within range.
Then I moved to Natasha.
And I couldn't help the wave of guilt that washed over me.
My throat tightened the second I looked at her. She was pale. Fighting silently against whatever the hell these nanites were doing to her.
And all I could think about was how I just kissed her ex-girlfriend. The woman she loved... and more than likely still does.
I know Wanda said they were over. But that didn't stop the thoughts from crawling up my spine. I was here, trying to save someone she once cared about deeply, and I was already tangled up in feelings I couldn't even begin to make sense of.
