AVENGERS PREFERENCES AND ONE-SHOTS

48 | Wanda Maximoff : "Bad News"

WANDA MAXIMOFF IMAGINE
REQUESTED BY: -wxnder this is probably not what you were expecting, but i took 'do anything' and ran w it. this is what happens when i watch the outsiders too much. hope u like it 💞❤️❣️
WORD COUNT: 1637

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Wanda could never keep her eyes off of you, now matter how hard she pretended. The way you'd walk into that diner like you owned the place, clad in your leather jacket as you slipped into an empty booth without waiting for anyone to place you there.

She was always wedged into her usual table in the corner with her friends, all chatting away. And her gaze would be on you as soon as you walked in, feigning interest in whatever her friend was saying while her eyes flickered between you, and the conversation. Whenever you looked back over at her, she'd look away as if she was good at hiding it. You found a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips at her. She was sweet, far too sweet to be into someone like you.

It wasn't as if her parents had ever told her to stay away from people like you - it was just unspoken. You'd always be in the papers, and on the tips of the tongues of everyone at her synagogue that liked to complain about how their town was going to the gutter. She'd seen you around, outside her school. Your group would hang around across the street, leaning up on motor cycles and old cars, chatting aimlessly until you'd move onto your next spot, or brawl, or whatever you did. All of the kids in her classes would whisper about you, how you were good-for-nothing, what you'd done recently, or that, hey, some of you were kind of cute.

As the waitress strolled up, you gave her a once-over, flicking your lighter open. Your eyes dances with mischievousness as you lit your smoke, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. You pulled it away from your mouth, your order languidly dripping from your lips, arm slung around the back of the booth.

Wanda couldn't help but want to be in that spot right next to you. She watched intently, across from you exactly. She hated sitting in the middle seat, because her eye-line was right where you were. She couldn't help but stare.

Your eyes flickered over to her, and then back to the waitress, a smirk on your lips. Wanda couldn't help but flush slightly, looking away and back to her friends.

"What's up with you, Wanda?" Steve asked, a curious tinge to his voice. Across from him was Bucky, who was now watching her with equal expectation.

Her lip caught between her teeth, momentarily not caring that she'd smudge her cherry lip gloss, "Nothing," She shrugged him off, "What's up with you?"

Steve rolled his eyes with an amused huff, "You clearly have something on your mind."

"More like someone," Bucky teased with a smile, and Steve raised an eyebrow. His friend simply gestured over to where you sat, "She's had eyes for that girl for a while now."

Wanda smacked his hand down quickly, the bridge of her nose and her cheeks heating up, "Don't point, Bucky. She'll know we're talking about her." She looked down at the table, smoothing out her red skirt in bashfulness.

Bucky and Steve shared a laugh at her demeanor, but neither were mean enough to tease her more.

"She seems like trouble," Steve observed, hands clasped together on the table.

"I know," Wanda admitted with a hint of guilt to her voice, "I just can't help myself."

Bucky shrugged in response, "I guess that's what people thought about me before you spoke to me, Stevie." His hands reached over to squeeze the other boy's, but made sure not to linger.