Words On My Skin

Chapter 19

Author's note: It's been brought to my attention that the formatting got fucked up a bit! There's no italics or bold, where it's supposed to be! Google docs sucks ass with copy/paste. LOL!

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"Oh my god! I can't believe you said it!" Wanda gushed, elbowing you in the ribs multiple times – which almost made you drop your Chinese take-out. "On live TV, no less! Oh my god!"

"It just... kinda'... slipped out." You grumbled, holding onto your bag of food tightly, silently begging your driver to speed the hell up. Wanda had been freaking out since she shoved you into the car, squishing herself between you and Natasha – who was smirking at Wanda's antics, not helping you in the slightest. "Anyways, it's not like I didn't mean it."

"Believe me, I know you do." She giggled, brushing back her newly-lightened brown hair behind her shoulder and raising a perfectly plucked brow at you. Really, Wanda? Stop it. "You gawk at him every chance you get."

"He's... attractive." You rolled your eyes at her, downplaying just how attractive you really found him – physically and mentally. "Anyways, don't try to distract me from the original conversation... you're in love with Vision."

"Shut up." She groaned, elbowing you again and leaning her head on Natasha's shoulder. "He's been working on phasing to look like a 'normal man'... He's worried that people would say nasty things about our relationship if he looked like an android." A sad sigh escaped the young woman, as she closed her eyes. "What he doesn't realize is that people already talk... and I don't care. I love him for him."

"You just said you loved him." Natasha pointed out, a small smile lifting her plum painted lips, "Further proving Y/n's point."

"I know." Wanda's sad smile morphed into a grin, her red lips stretching over her straight, white teeth. "I really do love him."

"I have been wondering..." Natasha looked down at Wanda with a devilish look in her eye, glancing at you with a small wink. Don't fucking ask it, Natasha. Oh god, she's going to ask it... "So, when you and Vision... you know... How does he-"

"NATASHA!" Wanda shrieked, leaning away from her and hitting her in the shoulder with a scandalized look – making the driver jump, slightly, "You're awful!"

"I mean..." You shrugged, trying to be serious and not burst out into hysterical laughter. "I'm kinda' curious, too..."

"Oh my god, you guys!"

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When you arrived back at the compound, you broke off from the girls with the intent on taking a fancy, relaxing, bubble bath. It was a weekly ritual for you, since Stark made sure all the rooms had one of those Instagram-worthy bathtubs that were deep enough to completely cover your body in water, unlike every other place you'd lived. All those bathtubs were good for were washing your feet and were never deep enough.

You washed all your makeup off, taking special care around your bruised eye – which was looking much better than it had a few days prior, but was still pretty tender – and applied one of those expensive mud masks that Pepper had given you. You weren't even in your bath, yet, and you felt pampered as hell.

As you applied your mask on your cleaned skin, you were plagued with the annoying back and forth between calling your mother or screaming at her until your throat was law.

Should you talk to your mom about what happened, today? Do you dare? What would she say?

No, Y/n. You're trying to relax. But... you needed to know WHY... You can call her tomorrow. Or, you know, not at all...