Summary: Wanda always took your flirting and pick up lines as a joke. This Christmas, you'll make sure she knows what your real intentions are.
Pronouns: not used || Warnings: none
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Today is Christmas, finally, and you decided to start celebrating your favorite date by sleeping a little later than your conventional schedule. You had to be wide awake for the party tonight, after all.
When it's close to ten o'clock in the morning you decide to go to the kitchen to get something to eat and have a genuine smile placed on your lips as soon as you see the other person who's there as well.
"Good morning, Miss Maximoff," you say charmingly, approaching the kitchen counter and sitting down on one of the stools, "you waking up even more beautiful today is a true Christmas miracle."
Flirting was a significant part of your personality, everyone who spent at least ten minutes around you noticed this trait effortlessly.
You flirted with everyone and anyone unpretentiously. So when Wanda and Pietro joined the team, it was no different.
While the boy found the flirtations amusing, always responding with something in the same tone, the brunette always got extremely rosy cheeks, tripping over her words as she tried desperately to change the subject.
The behavior caught you by surprise at first. After all, no one used to take your flirtations seriously.
But as time went by, Wanda got used to the teasing, and the flustered posture was replaced by a debauched one, with rolls of the eyes and sharp comments.
You, on the other hand, began to develop feelings for the brunette. While your flirtations were usually natural, things you thought of on the spot in the middle of conversation, with her you found yourself thinking beforehand, longing for the moment when you could use them.
Not only that, but with each new conversation or moment you spent together you felt your heart act differently, your stomach turn in a funny way until you finally understood what it was all about.
And so you began to dedicate your flirtations exclusively to her. From the teasing comments of the rest of the Avengers, it wasn't hard to assume that everyone already knew. You thought that even Wanda already knew, actually, but if she didn't want to do anything about it, that's fine, you wouldn't push it.
"Good morning, Y/n, what do you want?" Wanda asks as she continues to stir the food in the pan, rolling her eyes at the usual flirtation, and you giggle.
"It depends. For breakfast, the pancakes." You reply, pointing to the pan. "For Christmas, you." You complete boldly, winking at her, and Wanda giggles, shaking her head in playful disapproval.
"I hope you'll settle for the pancakes, that's all you're getting." She answers sharply and you smile amused.
After that you wave your hands and use your powers to summon plates and cutlery, as well as drinks and accompaniments for the pancake.
As you both eat breakfast, you chat about your plans for the day and you try not to get too lost in the witch's beauty.
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Later that day you walk to the TV room in the complex and hear conversations coming from there. As you pass through the door, you see Sam and Nat, each in an armchair, and smile as you see Wanda on the couch facing them.
"Two best friends in a room, they might kiss." You speak in a sing-song voice as you make your way to the couch next to Wanda.
"I'm leaving." She says, getting up as you sit down on the couch. As the other two in the room laugh softly at the interaction, you watch the brunette leave with your arms slightly raised in a playful offended posture.
"You don't give up, do you?" Sam comments with an amused smile and you turn your gaze to him. "Of course not."
"Why don't you go find someone else? There are at least three girls in your class who are interested in you." Nat questions and you grimace, remembering the SHIELD agents you train.
"I would never hook up with a student," you reply, settling back on the couch, "besides, and more importantly, they're not Wanda. I like her, you know? Actual feelings and stuff."
"Wait, you really like her?" Sam asks, dumbfounded, and you frown, surprised at the reaction. "Of course I do!" You reply, laughing awkwardly. "I thought everyone knew that."
"Y/n, no one knows that." Natasha replies and you widen your eyes, perplexed. "You're always flirting with everyone." Sam completes and you smile. "I used to. When was the last time you saw me flirting with anyone other than Wanda?"
You see the two older Avengers frown as they think and then widen their eyes as realization hits. "Holy shit, you do like her." Nat lets out, astonished, and you chuckle.
"Okay, geniuses, now that you've figured out the least classified mystery of all, I'm out." You say, getting up from the couch. Walking out of the room, you leave the two stunned Avengers behind.
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It's close to six o'clock now, and with a few hours left before the party, you decide to play some video games.
Some time later, you're startled by your bedroom door opening abruptly, revealing a wide-eyed Yelena entering the place.
"You have feelings for Wanda?" She asks shocked and you take a deep breath, pausing the game afterwards. "You gotta be kidding me."
"Why didn't you tell me?" The blonde questions, crossing her arms and you shrug. "I thought it was obvious! I keep flirting with her."
"I thought it was as a joke!" She retorts, exasperated, and you just stare at her for a moment.
"No one knew? Really?" you ask, not believing the situation. "No! Everybody's talking about it." Yelena counters, and you widen your eyes. "Everybody?"
"Everybody." She assures and you swallow dryly. "Do you think Wanda knows?" You ask cautiously and Yelena shrugs dismissively. "Probably, I was training with Pietro when Nat told me and he ran off. Quite literally."
You clench your jaw at the information. The whole thing was completely unexpected. You genuinely thought that everyone knew, including Wanda. But now? What would that entail?
"Hey, that could be a good thing!" Yelena speaks next, as if reading your thoughts. "Maybe now that she knows you really like her she'll give you a chance."
"Or she'll run away for good." You retort, considering the possibilities. "Good luck, my friend." She says, an empathetic smile on her lips as she gives your foot a reassuring squeeze, and you reciprocate with a grateful smile.
In the few months of friendship between you and Yelena you two have learned to read each other very well. You knew when the other was uncomfortable, worried, needing to be alone, or otherwise distracted.
Now, you wanted to be left alone with your thoughts and as always the blonde understood this very well.
"Don't be late to the party!" she says, patting your foot before walking away, and you utter an assent before she closes the door behind you.
Now alone in the room, you shove your face in your hands, huffing heavily. While the game remains forgotten on the TV, you try to think of a way to face Wanda in a few hours.
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In the end you decide to continue acting as usual.
Now that everyone, including Wanda, knows about your feelings, changing the way you treat the witch would only make things awkward between you. So, when you see the brunette entering the party venue, you smile.
"Shouldn't you be on top of the tree, Angel?" You flirt as soon as she approaches you and get a roll of the eyes in response, as usual. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."
"Merry Christmas, Wanda." You respond with a warm smile, to which Wanda easily reciprocates. Before you can get even more lost in the beauty of the girl in front of you, a thought crosses your mind.
"I got you something." You say as you remember, snapping your fingers, and the brunette looks at you in genuine surprise.
You then hold out your hand in front of her and Wanda sees a small white and gold package forming on your palm.
When the object is completely ready, the brunette takes it in her hands, and you smile as she opens it. "I hope you like it."
A soft smile forms on Wanda's lips as she sees the set of rings, silver and with some red details.
"Thank you, Y/n/n, they're beautiful." She thanks you with the most beautiful smile you've ever seen and you catch yourself unable to look away.
"I'm glad you like it," you reply, trying to disguise the trance the witch's beauty has put you in, "I thought they would look nice when you use your magic." You tell her and Wanda lets out a shy chuckle.
The brunette then puts the rings on her fingers, replacing the ones she was already wearing. When they're all there, she wiggles her fingers, and soon the red magic so familiar to you envelops them.
"I was right." You say proudly, admiring how the items reflect the scarlet red of her power. "Thanks, I loved it." She says again, her cheeks taking on a slight pinkish hue that makes your heart melt inside your chest.
"Maybe in the future I can put another kind of ring on your finger, if you know what I mean." You flirt, unable to control yourself, and Wanda smiles broadly, rolling her eyes in playful annoyance.
"You're infuriating." She hits back and you chuckle in amusement, the laughter dying into a smile as her green eyes lock on yours.
Wanda parted her lips slightly, as if to say something, and you frown slightly at her hesitation.
But then the brunette looks away, clearing her throat to disguise it, and you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at her giving up.
"I'll go talk to the others now." She says awkwardly next, scratching the back of her head, and you nod maybe too vigorously. "Okay."
You watch Wanda walk away with your heart beating fast and your mind racing, wondering what she might have wanted to say but gave up.
"She knows." The voice beside you startles you and you jump with fright. "Jesus, Yelena, you scared me." You complain, bringing your hand to your chest, and the blonde smiles amused. "I know she knows."
"I know you know she knows." She then speaks, looking at you with her eyebrows raised playfully, and you narrow your eyes at her.
"I'm not doing this." You say, unamused, and the blonde giggles. "What you gonna do about it?" she asks, and you take a deep breath. Before you can say you have no idea, a thought crosses your mind.
"I have a plan." You answer and the way your posture has lit up catches Yelena's attention. "Uuh and what is it?"
"I won't tell, it's bad luck." You say, causing the blonde to roll her eyes in displeasure. "The night is young, my dear, just watch and learn." You add then, and with a smug smile, you walk away.
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The party goes on without a hitch. In fact, you can't remember having a Christmas party as good as this one in a long time.
You have fun with your friends, sharing stories and laughing out loud. The food is good and the drink makes everyone loosen up. But not even the alcohol would stop you from making your move on Wanda. In fact, it only made you more confident.
Later on in the party, everyone is more dispersed, small groups here and there while others are alone or blacked out on the couch. Running your eyes around the place, you see Wanda facing the window, watching the street outside. With a smirk on your lips, you make your way over to her.
"Hey." You greet softly as you approach her and Wanda raises her eyes to you, a gentle smile on her lips. "Hi."
After that Wanda looks out the window again and you take your time watching her, admiring the way her eyes reflect the New York lights outside.
"How are you liking the party?" you ask, still mesmerized by her beauty, but unable to disguise it due to the alcohol in your system.
"It's nice." She replies sincerely, returning her eyes to yours. Faced with the intensity of your gaze, however, the brunette diverts her gaze to the party, her cheeks flushing.
"It's my first Christmas since my parents passed away, and we didn't use to celebrate it like this, so..." She tells, pausing with a nostalgic sigh. "It's nice to do all those traditions you see in the movies."
"You didn't do all of them, though." You hit back with a smile and Wanda looks at you with confusion. You then point up and the brunette lifts her face just in time to see the plant forming over your heads.
"A mistletoe?" She asks with amusement, looking back at you with raised eyebrows.
"A tradition is a tradition." You reply, shrugging, and Wanda giggles, crossing her arms. "You're very persistent, aren't you?
"Only with what's worthwhile." You promptly replies, causing an immediate blush to spread across the brunette's cheeks.
Wanda shakes her head in amused disapproval and her smile widens. Just when you're about to think it's not going to happen, the brunette places her hands on the side of your face.
It's just a stupid kiss, Wanda thought to herself. But as soon as her lips meet yours she realizes she miscalculated how attracted she was to you and she melts into your touch, sighing heavily as you kiss her back.
Despite your surprise, you bring your hands to her waist, pulling her closer, the heat of your bodies together setting your own on fire. You then run your tongue along her lower lip, asking for passage, and Wanda hesitates to grant it.
From the beginning, the brunette has had a crush on you. But she saw how you were with the others, flirtations were not something exclusive to her. Not only that, she heard the stories about how you were not the type to settle down. So she decided that suppressing everything she felt would be better for everyone.
But as time went by you stopped bringing people over to the compound and didn't flirt with anyone other than her. Wanda was no fool, she noticed these things. But even though hope grew high inside her, she thought it best not to do anything about it, the fear of getting hurt getting the best of her.
And then Pietro came into her room this morning, telling her about this thing Nat said to him, and the brunette's heart hasn't stopped racing ever since. Maybe it was mutual, maybe you wanted her as much as she wanted you. She wouldn't know if she didn't try.
So she finally grants you the passage you asked for, and you immediately take the opportunity. As soon as your tongue meets hers, Wanda lets out a heavy sigh, and you feel all your hair stand on end.
Neither of you has a clue how long you stood there, but when air is needed, you pull away, breaths ragged and pupils dilated.
"There, will you stop pestering me now?" Wanda teases as she pulls away from you, trying to play it cool and disguise the real effect the kiss had on her. You don't intend to do the same though.
"Not really," you reply, an ear-to-ear grin on your face, "I was thinking I could take you on a date, somewhere nice. Then kiss you at midnight on New Year's Eve. Maybe kiss you under the mistletoe again next Christmas."
Wanda smiles at your confession, biting her lip shyly as her cheeks burn red. You smile, wanting nothing more than to kiss her again.
"Tomorrow at 7," she finally replies and you feel your heart doing somersaults in your chest, "don't be late." She demands, poking at your chest with her index finger, and you giggle.
"I won't." You assure, the smile never leaving your lips, and Wanda nods, smiling as well. The brunette turns away from you then, walking back towards her brother, and you watch her for a moment with a silly expression on your face, not really believing what just happened.
You discreetly fist bump the air to let out some of the overwhelming excitement. And as you make your way back to your friends, you're pretty sure you've never been this happy.
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