Agony (Wanda Maximoff)

Chapter 44

||For your eyes only, I'll show you my heart.||

Their lips slid against each other like honey, and his body moved in to meet hers, rubbing against her every curve. She had no experience with kissing, so she followed his movements, matching his tempo. She could taste the sweetness of the green juice he was always drinking, and it made her crave him even more.

Steve's hand came up to cup Wanda's cheek, and his callous hands held her face perfectly, and she rested both of her hands on his thighs, relaxing herself completely.

Wanda's magic began to swim through her like water, and she knew it was because she was excited, and she couldn't help it. Kissing Steve was something she had been wanting to do a for a long time.

His breath swept into her mouth and she inhaled every ounce of him, moving her hands up to his waist and squeezing lightly. Steve was considerably bigger than Wanda, and she could almost allow herself to melt beneath him. She was so consciously aware of his body against hers, and it lit her up from head to toe.

Her smile was impossible to contain, and when she opened up her eyes briefly to look at him, she saw him smiling too.

Steve pulled away, breathless, but he kept his face close to Wanda's. She took the moment to catch her breath, and her eyes glued to Steve's slightly swollen lips, and she had to hold herself back to prevent herself from kissing him again. She was waiting for him to speak, but he just leaned against her and took deep careful breaths. Besides their breathing, the night was mute.

"So much for taking watch," he said to her, and her head fell between his neck and shoulder, and she let her laugh consume her. She couldn't decide if what she felt in her stomach was embarrassment or excitement; her emotions were too heightened to figure out. But at that point in time, she didn't mind whether or not she was embarrassed or not.

His arm held her against him, and Wanda closed her eyes as she rested against his strong chest. She didn't want to move or have their whimsical moment end, but eventually they'd have to go back inside and return to the brutal reality of their situation.

Trask had horrible intentions for her and Pietro, and for every other mutant in their world. It wasn't fair for him to claim the lives of innocent people, it was cruel and insensitive. Trask claimed that mutants put humanity at risk, when in reality all Pietro and her wanted to do was have a place to call home, and they found it, in the Avengers.

"Do you think Emma can help us?" she asked Steve, lifting her head to look at him.

"She's got a lot of power in her community, and I think she'll be able to recruit enough people to help us out. But if not, then we'll do whatever we can to stop him. He won't get away with any of this." Wanda caught the aggravation in his voice, but his face quickly washed over with sincerity. "Nothing is going to happen to you, not anymore."

"Pietro and I can handle ourselves, but, it is the others around the world who I fear for. There is no feeling worse than the feeling of fear, and to know that people like us are out there afraid of what Trask will do makes me feel useless." A group of birds flew up high above the trees, and she watched them maneuver together in sync. The breeze around them began to pick up, and for some reason, Wanda stood, trying her best to look past the trees in the distance.

"That should be Tony," Steve told her, joining her.

"No, it's not Tony," she corrected, furrowing her brows as she watched the small speck get closer to them.

I'm impressed, Wanda. Your mind is getting stronger

Emma's voice slithered into her head, and she stepped back as if hit with a forceful push.