marvel//one-shots

viii - scarletwidow

warnings: almost smut, lots of angsty fluffy shit, swearing
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"Wanda- I" Natasha started, unsure of whether she should push the girl away, or at least try and calm her down. After the short amount of time Wanda gave her to make this decision, Nat chose the latter. Her boyfriend had just died, after all.

"Wanda, listen to me. You're caught up in the moment, there are other ways to deal with struggles than killing, or aggressive making out, or whatever the hell you were going for right there." Natasha said, watching the girl closely to see her reaction. Wanda looked at her, and sighed.

"I know, but I don't want to worry about Vision right now. We'll mourn all of them later. Not now though. We've won, and I want to celebrate." Natasha was startled as Wanda finished, she was much more mature than what Nat had expected, and if she ever had a right to be childish, it was now.

"I was overdramatic there, and much too aggressive and dominant. But, I'd very much like to try again if that's okay with you. Just fun, but don't feel obliged." Wanda finished, and glanced nervously up at Natasha, who'd always been a mentor to her, despite being only a few years older.

As a way of a reply, Natasha lunged forward and held Wanda close, as their lips collided messily. Wanda took dominance and rolled on top of Natasha, running a hand through her short, soft hair.

"I like this." Natasha said breathily before wrapped her legs tightly around Wanda's body.

"Would you like even more?" Wanda asked, and took the look on Natasha's face to mean "Jesus Christ yes please". She took off her own shirt, and looked up into Natasha's eyes as she unclipped her bra.

Natasha's top half was completely declothed at this point, as she straddled Wanda, who was also only wearing tight, boy-short style underwear (they were convenient for under the fancy superhero suits, okay).

It was at this moment that one Peter Parker walked into the room, looked ahead, and immediately turned a bright shade of red. He averted his eyes but once again could not remove the image from his mind.

"Oh my fucking God, this is the second gay sex scene I've walked in on, I am going to stab my self. Two of my parental figures, and the girl whose practically my sister, and Doctor Strange!" He ran out of the room, Wanda and Natasha staring at the spot he had stood in, utterly bemused.

Strange and Tony?
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okay, so remember that post avengers 4 ironstrange one-shot I wrote ages ago? this fits in with that. hope you like.