ScarWidow/Wandnata one shots

[♦️High school AU]

"Fine," I say, meeting her gaze. "Now let me go."

Wanda grins as she releases my hand. "See you there, princess," she calls out as I head towards the cafeteria. Despite everything, an unexplainable smile finds its way onto my face.

The weekend finally rolls around, and the anticipation is palpable. I make my way into the packed basketball court with my cheer team, the air buzzing with excitement. The crowd is already cheering on the players as they warm up, their energy infectious. I spot Wanda among them, her focus on the game ahead. But then, her eyes land on me, and a huge smile appears on her face. Despite the noise and the crowd, for that one moment, it feels like it's just the two of us.

But even in this moment of connection, I can't shake off the feeling of loneliness that's been creeping up on me. Bruce has been distant lately, ignoring my calls and texts. Our plans keep falling through, each cancellation chipping away at my patience. I miss the times when it was just the two of us, when he would look at me the way Wanda is looking at me now. But those moments are becoming rarer, and I can't help but feel a pang of longing for what used to be.

The teams line up, the whistle blows, and the game begins. It's unlike any game I've seen before. Both teams are playing to their strengths, their determination evident in every move they make. It's a tough match, the tension palpable in the air. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, their cheers echoing through the packed court.

And there's Wanda, a key player in the game. But as the match progresses, I notice a change in her. Wanda, who usually plays with a calm and collected demeanor, is growing more and more frustrated. Every missed shot, every lost opportunity seems to be weighing on her. I can only watch from the sidelines, my heart aching for her.

Wanda's eyes land on me, looking for reassurance. I meet her gaze, offering her a smile and mouthing, "You got this." She nods, a grin spreading across her face. It's as if my words have ignited a spark in her. The frustration that had been clouding her performance seems to subside, replaced by a calm determination.

The game resumes, and it's like watching a completely different team. Wanda's playing with renewed vigor, her every move precise and calculated. The rest of the team follows suit, their synergy evident in their coordinated attacks and defenses.

And then, before I know it, the final whistle blows. They've won the match. The whole court erupts into cheers, the sound deafening. But amidst the noise and the celebration, I can only see Wanda, her face lit up with joy and relief. And I know, in that moment, that everything was worth it.

She races towards me, her excitement palpable. In one swift motion, she lifts me up, her strength surprising me. "Thank you, princess," Wanda whispers into my ear. Despite the noise around us, I hear her loud and clear. Her words send a warm feeling coursing through me. "No need," I reply, my voice steady.

"You were great out there."

My phone rings, interrupting the moment. I quickly compose myself, glancing at the caller ID. It's Bruce.

"I gotta go, Wanda. Bruce's game is about to start," I tell her, trying to keep my voice steady. She tries to hide the disappointment on her face, but I catch a glimpse of it. I feel a pang of guilt.

Wanda captures my gaze, her eyes filled with a silent plea.

"Please, stay, princess. Just for a while," she implores.

I want to stay, to revel in the celebration with her, but I cant. Bruce is waiting for me, and despite everything that has transpired, I feel a strong need to be there for him.

"I'm sorry," I apologize, my words sincere. Without waiting for her response, I rush back to my cheer team and hurry towards the football fields.

Bruce's game begins, and unlike with Wanda, he barely registers my presence. Despite being his biggest supporter, I feel like a ghost on the sidelines. This proves to be a tough game for Bruce's team, and I dread the outcome. I've seen how Bruce reacts when they lose a game - the frustration, the disappointment. It's a side of him that I wish I didn't have to see.