Wanda was nervous. Like really really nervous. She couldn't stop fidgeting at her dress, always checking her reflexion in the mirror to see if anything had gone wrong in 2 seconds. Oh god, if only her heart could stop ramming in her chest like a hammer! The banging against her ribs had been going on for hours and certainly wouldn't stop until the end of the ceremony. Sighing, Wanda took one more glance at the mirror. A million questions were going through her head. What if I fall? What if someone stands against it? What if Carol says no? Oh god please no... Everything but this! Feeling overwhelmed, Wanda tried to take deep breathes, failing miserably as the room got smaller and smaller around her.
« Wanda? Wanda, are you ready? Everyone is waiting. »
Wanda wanted to answer, really, but she just couldn't. She turned around, wishing to face the person requesting entrance but her head spun and she stumbled forward.
« Wanda, are you her- WOAH WANDA! »
A pair of strong arms circled her waist, keeping her upright.
« Hey hey Wanda, breath, please. »
She focused on the voice and finally let air enter her lungs again. With her vision getting less blurry, she found herself face to face with a worried-looking Natasha, still firmly pressed against her to support her weight. Wanda blinked before pulling away slowly, using Nat's arm for balance.
« Thanks Nat... »
« Are you okay? »
« Y-yeah I think. »
« Mind to explain? »
« I don't know I just... »
Wanda gulped. How could she explain? Fortunately, Nat had been in her shoes a few years ago. The Russian's face softened and she took Wanda's hand in her own, reassuring.
« Everything's going to be fine Wanda. I know you worry right now, and it's normal. But the worries will be gone as soon as you'll see her. »
« But what if she regrets? What if she realizes she doesn't want to marry me anymore? Nat, I couldn't handle it! »
« You two are really meant for each other » Natasha chuckled.
« W-why do you say that? »
« Because I was with her not even ten minutes ago and she was in the same state. »
« Carol... worries?? »
« Of course she worries silly! She wouldn't stop pacing in the room. I calmed her and she finally accepted to wait for you at the altar. »
Nodding Wanda looked again in the mirror. And for the first time maybe in 3 hours, she smiled. She could do it, she was ready. At her finger shone the ring Carol gave her the day they got engaged. The witch remembered everything about that night, from the delicious taste for her homemade sushis to her tear of joy and her shock when she turned to see Carol a knee on the ground and anxiousness written all over her features.
Truth was nobody understood Wanda better than Carol. Especially because Carol had lived a similar experience to the brunette's. Both fighting in the wrong team until they discovered the truth, Carol took Wanda and her past without hesitation, something that touched the Sokovian's heart more than any gift or word. When Wanda gathered the courage to tell Carol everything she endured with Hydra, the Captain wanted nothing more than find her lover's raptor and kill them promptly (which she eventually did, with a little of Fury's help and a lot of photon blast and destroyed Hydra facilities). Carol was nothing more than perfect to Wanda's eyes. Her cockiness, her constant teasing tone, Wanda felt free.
She also discovered with the blonde that she craved touching. Being deprived of a motherly touch created a huge need in her, accentuated by her new powers. Nobody dared touch her of fear that she would read their minds. The first hug she ever had after Ultron was from Natasha who she considered now as the closest from a mother she would ever have which was precisely why she had asked the latter to walk down the aisle with her. Carol gave her hugs and kisses whenever she asked for, at any hour and the witch absolutely loved it. Staying for hours in Carol's arms, protected, spread like a koala on the Captain's chest was one of her favorite things to do. She couldn't wait now to be called her wife.
« Ready? »
Wanda looked at Nat and confidently took the redhead's hand in hers. Natasha smiled and walked out with the brunette's arms around hers. In the garden, Carol's nervousness was raising. Wanda still wasn't here and it had been nearly twenty minutes since Nat had said she was going to check on her to-be wife. What if she doesn't want anymore? Carol thought, mirroring unconsciously her lover's anxieties. Next to her, Maria and Valkyrie stood, respectively in a dress and a suit, silent support for the short-haired woman. The blonde's train of thoughts was quickly interrupted when all voices shut down at once, announcing Wanda's arrival. Soft music started to play and finally finally Wanda appeared at the end of the alley, Nat besides her.
The moment Wanda's eyes met Carol's one, the world around them faded. It was just her and the woman who had her heart. Carol was absolutely breathtaking. She looked so glorious in her white suit, no shirt under her jacket, just a white laced bra hugging her rond breasts perfectly. Her pants were underlining her ass and toned legs admirably and gosh she was really the hottest thing Wanda had ever seen with her new pixie cut, short hair waiting to be pulled playfully by Wanda's long fingers.
Carol, for her part, didn't think less about the brunette. Her dress brushed her curved wonderfully, showing just enough cleavage for Carol to want to see more without enlightening jealousy from the blonde. Her lipstick underlined her lips and Carol licked hers at the sight. Before they both realized it, Natasha and Wanda had joined Carol at the altar and Wanda was taking Carol's hands in hers, squeezing reassuringly. Nat stepped back, letting Fury, who directed the ceremony, talk. Wanda barely listened, focusing instead on Carol's brown and golden orbs, still wondering how she got to marry her. She heard Carol saying « I do » and then suddenly it was her turn. « I do » escaped her lips almost before Fury had finished asking her. And then Carol was smiling at her, leaning closer, kissing her so tenderly it almost hurt. The Maximoff-Danvers clan was born.
« I love you » Carol whispered against her lips, like a secret promise between them, and this alone mattered most to Wanda than everything that had been said before. Because she knew that this was Carol entirely, not from religious texts even if she requested them in the first place.
Diving into her wife's (her wiiiiiife) eyes, Wanda smiled and cupped Carol's cheeks, pulling her into another kiss as around them claps exploded from all their friends and family. Natasha was silently wiping tears that Steve let freely roll down his cheeks. Maria and Val were hugging, happy to finally see their best friend settling and pursuing her happiness.
Later, when they eventually got to leave the party and when Wanda collapsed on the bed, she wondered how she could have been so nervous. Because she was more than ready to live this with Carol. And when she melted in her now-wife's embrace, moaning and devouring each inch of skin she could reach and letting Carol do the same, she knew. This was her day one to happiness, and she hoped noting would ever stop the number from increasing.
(spoiler: everything that tried to stop their happiness promptly received a thank but no thank from the duo, usually with a few punches and photon blasts, courtesy of Carol, and some mental manipulation, courtesy of Wanda. The number never stopped increasing.)
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A-Force Assemble
FanfictionJust a bunch of one shots based on the ladies of Marvel! Marvel's caracters aren't mine but my stories yes so don't repost without permission! ;)
