V I G I L A N C E ~ (MCU) ~

C H A P T E R 1 9_

He kisses me back gladly, letting his other hand come up to my face as well.

The alcohol buzz in my head is gone, and it is replaced by something else, something much stronger and more intoxicating. I can't think. I can only do. My hand moves up to the hand that cups my face and I melt into him.

He moves against me and the taste of lips pull me in as I breathe in his scent. My heart beats fast and he kisses me with the same hunger as I experienced the first time. His hand reaches back as his fingers slowly tangle through my hair, his other stretching behind me to hold my back sturdily.

If it is even possible for the intoxicating feeling to intensify, it somehow does. So I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself closer to him. However, this does not help; I need to be even closer. So I throw my leg over him to where I am straddling his lap and I lace my fingers through his long, black locks.

I can feel the fire in his icy veins as he wraps both his arms around me, his finger tracing down my spine and giving me chills until both his hands grip my lower waist near my hips, his lips tasting sweet against mine as I let myself become lost in them so willingly. Kissing him is like a drug and I get the sense that it's the same way he feels towards me, his fingers gripping me tightly and his mouth not able to get enough of me, his left hand trailing down to hold my leg. I wonder to myself if he'd ever been kissed. Or at least like this. Surely he has... right?

I press my lips to his over and over as I feel out of my own body with desire.

It seems at the peak of our heart rates when we part, trying to catch our breath desperately, our eyes shut still. He swallows as his hands clutch my waist. There is a pause before he finally manages to breathe out, "I think you may be my weakness," as if just realizing this in a rather humorous way.

I chuckle breathlessly at this. "And I think that you might be mine."

"Oh dear. Now that is a problem."

I laugh. "Oh, just shut up," I say as I pull him towards me, our lips meeting once more.

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WANDA:

I walk around the other side of the building with Stark's flask in hand. After the others went to bed I stayed by myself and finished the bottle, drowning my depression in a bottomless pit of burning liquid. That's probably why Pietro keeps me away from alcohol.

Oops. I almost tripped over that rock. That was close. I don't usually get really hammered. I just drink plainly until I let my sorrow finally force tears from my eyes. But this time I think I drunk more than I should have and there's a point after the depression part where I just turn into a giggly mess. I think I'm fine though.

Oh look it's Cap. He sits outside by himself with his back the stone barrier, his eyes on the distant horizon; a black line that separates land from the dark sky.

I should probably sit by him and say something philosophical into the night. That would make a good scene.

I laugh a little at myself on that thought.

He notices someone walking but doesn't yet look at me. I plop down beside him and then he turns his head towards me.

"You're out here alone? Why?" I ask curiously.