Two of a Kind | Wanda Maximoff

Chapter 37: Unexpected Visit

She was worried more for Wanda's sake. She would often wake up at night either from a nightmare that her powers would give her or it was these "visions", and because she didn't want to wake Claire, she would go outside and sit on the porch. Eventually, Claire would sense that she wasn't there and it happened enough that every time it happened; she knew that Wanda was outside. Because of her lack of sleep, Wanda started going to bed earlier in an effort to make up for the sleep that she lost from her "visions", but it never seemed like enough.

"Wanda," Claire said, bringing Wanda's face up to look at her serious one, her overprotectiveness coming out. "I think we should tell them. That way, if something does happen, they'll be aware and can help us. We don't have to leave, but...I think we should let them know."

"She's right, Wanda," Jemma said in a low voice. "Just as a precaution."

Claire was glad that Jemma was taking her side on this, because if she didn't Wanda wouldn't do anything about it. It was harder to say no to both of them than one. She sighed and stood up.

"Fine. I'll call Steve now," she said disappearing into the cabin. Claire scoot closer to Jemma.

"Thank you," she whispered. Jemma's head turned towards her, watching as Claire stared out into the tree-line.

"For what?"

"For siding with me."

"Well...I know she would've let it go if I hadn't." Jemma followed Claire's gaze and stared into the trees.

"I'm worried about her," Claire said after a moment of silence. Jemma looked back over at her and saw the small tear that rolled down her cheek and her heart broke.

"Yeah, me too."

"I thought us getting away would help her, and in a way it has..." she paused to swallow the lump that formed in her throat. "Jemma, I'm supposed to protect her. But I can't protect her from this. I just feel so...helpless."

Jemma reached out and pulled the younger woman into her arms, holding her and rubbing her back.

"Claire, you know better than I do that she's been happier since we came out here. I know you're worried, but she can protect herself."

"I know she can, but I'm still—"

"I just told Steve. He said he'll be on the lookout for anything suspicious," Wanda said as she came back outside. Claire straightened her legs out and opened them slightly, creating room and Wanda came over and sat in the open space. Claire wrapped her arms around Wanda's waist and leaned forward to kiss her neck. "What were you guys talking about?"

"Nothing, babe. Just talking about the weather," Claire said kissing her neck again. Wanda squealed as strands of Claire's hair tickled her as Claire moved her head to kiss different parts of her face and neck.

"You two are so cute," Jemma gushed as she got up and headed for the door. "I'm gonna start making dinner. How's pasta?"
"That's fine," Wanda said craning her neck to look at Jemma. Claire let out an approving groan as she continued to pepper Wanda's face with little kisses. Jemma smiled at them and disappeared inside.

"I know you two were talking about me," Wanda said in a low voice. Within the past two years, Claire noticed the subtle disappearance of her Sokovian accent that was replaced with a more American accent. A part of her was sad to see it go, but the rest of her knew that it was important for Wanda to do all she could to keep from being recognized, and if changing her accent helped, than Claire was all for it.

Claire sighed and shoved her face into her recently dyed hair. The subtle red color would take some getting used to since she was used to her natural dark brown, but Claire had to admit; the lighter color suited her.