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Wanda rushed back into her room, the blush colored robe blowing up around her calves as she headed towards her nightstand. The blue light lit up her dark room as it vibrated, she wondered who was texting her, considering the only people who had her number lived with her.
"Hey" The text simply read. Wanda's heart fluttered as she realized who sent it. It was a number she hadn't seen on her phone in a while, one that she had been dying to hear from for months.
"Hey." She shed the robe before laying on her bed, leaving the light off. She laid her phone in front of her, watching the screen. Everytime the phone vibrated, her heart beat sped up dangerously, pushing a giggly demeanor onto her face.
"WYA?" The next text read, leaving a bitter feeling in Wanda's gut. You knew she was on lockdown with a curfew, enforced by Cap and Natasha. If they found out she left the apartment she would lose all of her privileges.
"At home. You?" She texted back after erasing the snarky message that said, 'I'm sure you could guess."
"Dive bar on the east side. Can you sneak out for the night?" Wanda sighed, glancing down at her night clothes, a plain grey tankop and black shorts. She had just finished washing her make up off. On one hand, she did want to see you. She hadn't seen you in months, since the Avengers split up. You went down south and Wanda stayed with Steve. It wasn't often that you came back to New York.
"What are you doing in the city?"
"I'm here for the engagement party." Before she could reply she got another text. "Pepper's, to Tony." Something about that felt off, knowing that after everything he had done, to Clint, to Steve, to herself, that you could go back to them and act like their best friend.
"What are you doing in a bar?" Wanda shot back, you despised bars and the intimacy of them, how someone across the room could hear you talking to the person beside you.
"Dancing on tables, body shots, kissing the bartender. You should come on out, its a blast." She giggled and shook her head, getting the message. Clubs always were more the scene you enjoyed on those rare nights off.
"Why do you want me to join you?" She asked, knowing you knew she hated crowds.
"Cause I liiiiiiiike you." Wanda paled, her heart stopped as she read the message. She broke out in giggles as she shook her head, telling herself she couldn't think too far into it, you were probably drunk.
"I'm in bed already."
"Its just one night."
But Wanda knew if she left tonight, it could go horribly wrong. People could recognize her, word would get back to Steve. If he found out Wanda betrayed his trust, he would put her on complete lockdown. That is, after the horrible public backlash of the Scarlet Witch being seen in a Manhattan night club after breaking three federal laws and destroying a town in Africa.
'Local mass murder seen partying' the headlines would read. 'Scarlet Witch feels no guilt as she dances amongs NY elite'. Wanda was public enemy number one right now, she couldn't even leave her apartment without fear of being mobbed, of even one child seeing her behind the sunglasses or under the sun hat and pointing, crying out, 'mommy look!'
"I can't. People will notice me."
"Come on, you can meet me in the back. Just think of the fun things we could do." Wanda knew you would have an answer for whatever she through at you.
Wanda took a minute to calculate how she would sneak out of the apartment without waking anyone up. "I'll be there." She decided last minute and jumped up to go change before she could change her mind.
At the club, you pushed your way through the crowd, making your way to the hall. You passed the group of girls leaving the bathroom, one girl's gaze lingered on you, almost like she recognized you. You stared back as you passed, wondering if she did, daring her to say something.
You waited outside in the dark alley for about 15 minutes before you heard footsteps. You threw your arms around the tall woman in a tight hug before stepping back.
"Look at you." You teased, running your eyes over her. Dark jeans and Nikes wasn't an outift she usually wore, but wow it was your favorite look. She had her hair up in a ponytail and dyed a color you never imagined she would try; A very light red, almost pinkish tint.
"Do I look alright?" She asked, an uncomfortable lilt to her words.
"You look stunning. I love what you did with your hair. What, uh, what happened to your accent?"
"We decided it would be best if I lost it ." Wanda explained. You crinkled your nose up and shook your head.
"I love your accent." You told her as you grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the club. She f­ollow close behind you through the crowd, keeping her eyes cast on the floor, avoiding eye contact with the girls and boys dancing drunkenly.
"Last I heard, you were on the North Carolina coast playing house." You stopped walking when you reached the farthest edge of the crowd and turned to face her.
"Yeah... But I missed Pepper. She's been tryin' to get ahold of Steve by the way, to invite you all to the wedding. I wasn't sure I would be able to make it at first, I was worried Tony was going to use me coming back to his advantage, as a publicity stunt, but he offered me my old place in SoHo. And I haven't seen you in a while, you know I get just miserable if I don't see you at least once every six moths." Wanda giggled and shook her head.
Part of her wished you wouldn't talk to her like that, it did things to her, made her dizzy, made her heart leap out of her chest. It made her wonder just what you thought of her, thought you played transparent, easy to read and open, Wanda knew better, you controlled how people saw you. People interpretting you as an open book, with your candid statements and impulsive ideas made it easier to conceal even the largest secrets. She desperately wished she could read your mind, she cursed the fact that your own powers left you immune to hers.
Instead of slowing the conversation down, Wanda found herself reaching for your hand. "And how long will you be staying? Will you stay this time?"
"I can't make any promises, now can I?" You warned her before turning to the bar tender. Wanda slid up beside you.
The both of you found yourself caught up in this whirlwind. That night before you went your separate ways, Wanda caught you watching her, eyes bright, full of adoration. It scared her a bit, but excited her more. She wasn't sure if you heard her call you beautiful over the loud music as you danced together, giggling like teenagers, her hands teasing up under the edge of your dress, but it haunted her.
Flashforward a week and Wanda was laying in your bed in your third floor apartment. You had always loved Manhattan's skyline at night, you always said it was one of the most beautiful things you had seen, but now, as you watched her watch you, face flushed and dressed in wine-dark lace, you decided the the skyline wasn't that great.
As your hands ran down the insides of her thighs, she hummed, mind buzzing with so many thoughts, the loudest screaming out 'please'.
"Tell me," She started, voice low, as she took control, pushing you back on the bed. The question she asked didn't match the innocent tone of voice and the way she looked up at you with wide eyes. "Do the girls back home touch you like I do?"
It was a long night spent with hands tangled in hair, sheets barely clinging to the bed, but when you woke up you were met with the lonliest sound of her footsteps echoing on the steps outside as she rushed home. It became ritualistic, she would sneak over then leave before the sun rose, you only knew she left when you heard the front door click shut. On the nights she didn't come over, you noticed just how quiet your apartment was, just how long it seemed for five minutes to pass.
It went against everything Wanda believed in to leave without saying goodbye, she didn't want to leave you at all, in all honesty. She wanted to stay, to have breakfast made for you when you woke hours later, just for the two of you to go back to bed. But she knew if she stayed when she wanted too, it all would be harder for her when you left again. When she was watching you sleep, she pretended for a bit that neither of you had to leave, that she would still be here hours from then. Over dinner in the kitchen or shared bubble baths, reading in bed together or slow dancing in the living room, it was easy enough to get lost in the what if's and her imagination.
"What are you doing up?" Wanda asked when she walked out to the kitchen to find you sitting at the table a book in front of you. It was 4:37 am, the city was just starting to wake up.
"I couldn't sleep. Are you leaving?" You asked, knowing your answer. She nodded as she pulled her hair up in a bun.
"Yeah, I have to get back before Steve or Natasha wake up. They're already worried about me sleeping late." You nodded and smiled at her.
"Wanda..." You hesitated before speaking, her hazel eyes watched you sharply. "Stay here honey." You whispered. She smiled and stepped towards you, hand reaching for yours.
Wanda kissed you, but what she said when she pulled away, the words she whispered left you lost in the moment.
Steve knocked on her door around 10 am and told Wanda her breakfast was cold. He had a hundred questions he should have asked, but he didn't. Wanda had a stressed look on her face that Steve saw all too often, one he just didn't know how to approach.
Over breakfast, that she carried to the window seat of the living room, looking over Brooklyn, Wanda had a lot to think about, the only place she could seem to get her thoughts in line was when she was watching the people, it put things into perspective. She wondered if she stood high enough, could see your place, if she could see you looking out the window at the sun shining off of the windows of Manhattan. She wondered if she said too much, too soon. Wanda didn't want to drag you into the mess that would come with being associated with her after everything she had done, but selfishly, she wondered if you were ever dreaming of her.
When she looked into your eyes she pretended she could call you hers publicly; Hold your hand in the streets, take you out on weekend vacations or just to the farmer's market. Wanda knew it wasn't smart, but she couldn't stop herself from picturing the future she wanted so desperately to have with you, the future she had dreamed of for months before you even left.
You waited, for days for Wanda to text or call you back; She never did. Steve texted you though, one evening after you left dinner with Pepper, asking if you were back in town, and if so, had you been in contact with Wanda. You weren't going to lie to him, it's not like he expected you to come here and not see her; The two of you had been best friends since you first met after she was brought back from Sokovia. With Steve's invitation, you stood outside of Wanda's bedroom door, you knocked twice and she called 'come in' in her faux midwestern accent.
"I thought I told you how much prettier your accent is?" You asked as you stepped in the room, taking in the golden fairy lights and white tulle hanging over the bed.
She dropped the book in her hand, pen falling to the bed too. "What are you doing here?" She asked, throwing the blanket off of her knees.
"I had to see you." When she asked why, you shrugged. "I had something to tell you."
"Does Steve and Natasha know about..." Wanda trailed off, hand waving nonchalantly. You chuckled, dropping your eyes to the floor.
"I think they know we've been sneaking out, I'm not sure they know about us. From the way Steve was talking when I got here, you are in trouble but I got the brunt of it because I'm such a bad influence and all." You told her sarcastically and she laughed. "Anyway, I need you to promise to listen, to not talk until I'm done."
"Oh, I love a good monolouge." She teased. You smacked her with the pillow, giggling.
"No seriously listen, this is important." You warned her, she nodded a smile on her face, as you cleared your throat and tried to keep a straight face. "What we have, our public reputations, this friendship we've had for years, it's delicate. Isn't it?" You asked, sitting on the end of the bed.
Wanda watched you, soft eyes and a slight smile as you found you couldn't stop talking. "You're scared that what you said would ruin what we have, but I don't think it would. I mean, no matter what we do, we're dancing with our hands tied. Nothing would ever be good enough for certain people, but I like us. I love us. I love you, and I know as long as I've got you by my side I can ."