Spoilers - game of thrones
warnings - smut
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Third Person POV-
It was just a feeling.
A gnawing and picking feeling at the stone cold, icy heart of Natasha Romanoff. She absolutely hated Wanda. The infamous scarlet witch. She hated her. She hated how she managed to paste a smile on her lips even though she was in deep grief. The annoyance she felt when the Avengers or anyone would speak highly of her. She was good but she wasn't better than her. No one was better than Natasha Romanoff, the black widow.
It's been a year since the last time Natasha say the small woman. Wanda went on mission with Thor off world. The two began close friends which Natasha naturally assumed they were fucking. But they weren't.
Wanda's POV-
"THOR!" I scream as I clutch onto his arm as he opens the bifrost and we travel back to Midgard. All I hear is the scream of a dragon echoing behind us. I feels like forever as we crash onto the wet ground.
"What did you do?" I softly spoke looking up at the blue sky.
"She was never going to let you leave," he responded getting up.
"You don't know that! You don't know what she's capable of!" I argue standing up on shakey legs.
"And I'm just suppose to let you stay! You are like my sister, little witch. And the woman," he says anger fueling as he thought of the past years, "wanted nothing but power. She didn't love you not like he did."
I stayed silent tears building in my eyes, my hands placed on my stomach to stop me from throwing up after the travel.
"She will find me. I promised I would help her after she won and now we've pissed off the Mother of Dragons." I turned around and walked towards the unfamiliar Avengers compound. It's been such a long time since I've been here. I come to a halt when I meet those sea green eyes. Eyes that spoke more emotion then she ever would.
"Natasha," I said my hand still resting on my stomach.
She walks over to me, her black widow suit clinging to her body, showing off every curve this woman had to offer. Her fingers grip my chin and brings my face towards her as she examines my cut along my temple.
"You'll need stitches," she says.
I nearly collapse from just listening to her voice. It's been such a long time since I last saw her. She didn't even come and say goodbye when Thor and I left. I wonder if her and Steve are together. Did she find her sister? Has she manage to open up her heart a bit to the team?
"Get to medical Bay. Now." She walks away the slight warmth from her hand on my chin disperses. I close my eyes to hold back tears from everything that's happen in the past 24 hours.
I head down to the medical Bay letting Jemma Simmons do her stitches as Daisy bombards me with questions of where I've been and what I've seen. After Jemma takes a few blood viles from me and daisy gives me some delicious tacos I head up to my old room. I stare at Natasha's door right across the hall from mine. The door opens and maria hill comes out. She fixes her suit and walks down the hall as if I never existed. I sometimes I forget I'm not as important as I was to... Daenerys Targaryen.
I swing the door open seeing everything was just the way it was when I left. Dust collected everywhere. I strip out of my Scarlet Witch attire and step into the shower. All the blood and dirt going down the drain. A couple of bruises marked my abdomen from the fight we had with the White Walkers. I grab my oversize sweater and a lay in my old bed. Sleep takes over pretty quick as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Snow stuck to the ground. The crowd silent with grief. I looked at the row of corpses that are gone now because of the Night King. So many people lost and we still had to take Kings landing from Cersei Lannister. I glanced over at Jon seeing he was already looking at me. I look away quickly as Daenerys makes her way back to me and lays her head on my shoulder. The bodies burn for the rest of the day.
I chose not to attend the feast since I couldn't really stomach anything. The smell of burning bodies made me nauseous. A knock on my door takes me out of thoughts. Jon walks in with two cups and some wine.
"Why aren't you celebrating?" He asks sitting down beside me on my bed and pouring wine into the cups.
"At what cost? We lost half or more of our armies. We can't win against Cersei," I said holding my cup.
"Hey, we still have two dragons and you," Jon says taking my hands in his. His brown eyes look as if he's begging for me to believe him.
"I'm the Scarlet Witch. Not the mother of dragons. I can't do much." I replied.
He shakes his head his hand caressing my cheek, "you can do so much more. Your the reason so many of us are alive because of you. I am alive because of you."
His lips meet mine a rush a surge of power rushing between us. The wine is long forgotten as I place it on dresser and tangle my hands in his curls. Pulling and tugging on him to get closer. Anything to forget the past week. We manage to take off the layers of our clothes off. His lips leave mine tracing down my jaw to my neck. He slightly sucks on my sweet spot as his fingers passes my slick folds. This wasn't our first time together but it would certainly be our last. I met Jon first before I met Daenerys.
I flip us over sinking down his cock, feeling him fill me up and his face in pure pleasure. His hands grip my hip as we thrust towards each other in sync. The surge of power flows between us again as if we're amplifiers for each other. moans are spilling from mouth as I feel my high on the precipice. Jon flips us back over, raising my leg over his shoulder to go deeper. My walls tighten around his cock he rubs his finger over my clit driving me over the edge. he comes soon after his warm come filling me up. We stay in each others arms for a bit longer before he abruptly gets up.
"Jon? Everything okay?" I ask getting up and putting my clothes back.
"Daenerys must never know about this Wanda. Never." He says before opening the door and leaving.
I open my eyes seeing I'm still in my old room. Thank God. Fuck you, Jon.
I get up from the bed and walk out to the kitchen seeing Natasha drinking her coffee no doubt probably black.
"How was you first night back?" She asked.
"It was... Okay." I answer.
"Don't get use to it. General Ross runs the avengers now so if you wanna keep staying here, you better be ready to take some missions on." She said placing her coffee mug down.
"And if I don't want to?" I ask.
"Then Ross will send you to the raft. We can't have a weapon of mass destruction on the loose, can we?" She replies her green eyes filled with anger.
"Fuck you, Natasha." I walk away before she get in one of her sly remarks.
Third Person POV-
In a different realm, on Dragonstone Daenerys Targaryen looked beyond the sea as her last living dragon Drogon rested behind her. Anger fueled her veins as she now knows someone has betrayed her and Cersei has her closest friend, Missandei. But the worst of the betrayal is that Jon and Wanda were together. She knows.
She also knows that Jon is Aegon Targaryen which threatens her claim to the Iron Throne. Rumors that Wanda is to either rule or annihilate the cosmos. Two people above power from her and it was driving her mad. And if Jon got her pregnant in any bit of the time they were together they could easily take everything from her. But she wasn't going to let that happen. She was going to find Wanda. And kill her.