AUTHOR'S NOTE

sorry not sorry for being gay again :-)

scarlett witch owns this whole ass

also this is quite long ! over 3000 words. so prepare for mistakes and a long ride ahead. ♥️♥️♥️

- bella

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With a broad smile on your face, you locked your phone, and got up from the leather couch you were sitting on. Your sudden movement made everyone in the room confused, as it wasn't like you to leave at a time where most of the gang was together.

"Where're you going?" Tony called out lazily from his spot, which was previously on the same seat as you.

"Just somewhere." You shrugged, sifting through your jacket which lay on the love-seat where Bucky and Steve sat, in hopes of finding your keys.

There was silence, and it was pretty obvious that no one was paying attention to the movie anymore.

"Okay . . . and I know this may be stretching your abilities right now, but would you care to get specific?" Was Tony's follow up question, slightly sarcastic as per usual, but fitted with hints of fatherly worry that he seemed to always get around you and Peter. Being one of the younger members of the team (definitely not as young as Peter, however), standing at only 17, Tony had an immediate paternal connection with you. He really worried about you sometimes, because the business you were in at such a young age was a tough one. The relationship you two had only grew stronger when your mother passed away, and you began to live in his custody. It really was a father-daughter relationship at that point. Yet, at the same time, you were still friends. Mature beyond your years, and too funny; you were great friends with everyone in the compound, no matter how much older they really were . . . cough, Steve & Bucky, cough.

"Wait." Natasha called, an expression somewhere between a smile and a smirk appeared on her lips. You'd always thought her to be quite attractive. It was too bad that she was way out of your league, and would probably never go out with someone as young as you. "I think I know what's going on." She said.

Sam, who was sitting next to her, seemed to figure it out too. And then Bucky.

"What is it?" Steve asked his best friend, a little bit oblivious. Bucky smiled and rolled his eyes, leaning in to whisper it into the blonde's ear.

His mouth formed an 'o', and then he couldn't help but grin, looking over at you with a proud twinkle in his eye.

"What is going on right now?" Tony asked, clearly confused. He sat up properly, eyebrows furrowing as he looked around the room for a proper explanation. His eyes finally landed on you, expectantly.

"Can't you see, Tone." Sam chuckled slightly. "(Y/n)'s got herself a lover boy."

Tony looked surprised, and then disbelieving at his words. He peered over at you, almost begging at you with his eyes for it to be not true. "Save my poor old soul and declare his words as blasphemy." He hoped dramatically, hand over the glowing light in his chest.

You sighed, keys now in the palm of your hand and your favourite jacket over your other arm. "He's not completely wrong."

"Oh, God." Tony groaned, falling back into the couch cushions, pretending to have fainted.

Everyone began to laugh at him, before he peaked out from behind the hand he had placed on his forehead for extra theatrics. "Who is it?" He finally asked.

"No one." You brushed off again, taking a step back. The way you deflected the question made everyone's brains go to the fact that you didn't want to tell them who it was because it was probably someone that they knew.

"Hold up! You can't leave until you tell us who the mystery man is!" Natasha stopped you in your tracks, the rest of the room agreeing with eager stares. You had to admit, it was like having five meddling parents. You couldn't help but smile, because it reminded you of your mother who had passed. She'd be doing the exact same thing.

Bucky, who had been quite quiet during the whole ordeal, piped up in his smooth Brooklyn accent, having quickly realized you weren't going to give away the boy's actual name that easily. "At least tell us the first letter of his name. Narrow it down for us."

You had an unsure look on your face, lips not budging to tell them anything.

"His last name, then." Steve suggested, a smile on his face that eased your nervousness about it all, if only slightly.

"Oh, fine." They all cheered." I don't know why you're so excited . . . it could be anybody." You remarked, but they didn't seem to care. "It starts with an 'M', okay? Are you guys happy?"

They all said some variation of 'yes', brainstorming all the people they knew that were your age, and had a surname matching that description. While they began to investigate, you slipped out of the Avengers compound, rolling your eyes at your friends.

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When you arrived at the place you had been invited to, it was close to ten at night. It was pitch dark out, the only source of light on the residential street were the lamps lining it at regular intervals, and the porch light you were standing underneath.

You rang the doorbell on the house, already knowing that everyone inside was awake.

The large grey front door was opened by your favourite speedster in the world, looking disheveled and tired. He immediately pulled you in for a hug, wrapping warm arms around you, leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek as you pulled away.

"Ew! Gross, Pietro." You complained, wiping your cheek with the sleeve of the jacket that you were now wearing, as he closed the door.

He chuckled. "Hey, I know you love it." He shimmied his shoulder and his eyebrows suggestively, and you only shoved him playfully in reply.

"Where's Wanda?" You asked, looking around the corner in the entryway to see that the lounge-room was empty.

"In her room, as per usual." He told you, slipping passed you and into the archway that lead to the kitchen, probably to get a late night snack. That was so Pietro. "Want something?" He called out to you.

"No, thanks!" You replied, making your way up the stairs that lead to Wanda's bedroom. It was a familiar course, and you couldn't count how many times you'd walked it. All you knew was that you'd be doing it a lot in the future, too.

You opened the door to the room, and slipped inside. Once you turned around and caught sight of her, you became soft.

There Wanda lay, facing the entrance, curled up on her bed with her head on her pillow, sheets all tangled up between her legs. By the way she was lying, you could tell that she had been waiting up for you, and had fallen asleep somewhere along the line. She must've been tired from the night before, when the two of you stayed up for hours on call.

Taking your shoes off, and placing your phone on her nightstand, you made your way around her bed, and slipped into the empty space next to her. You wrapped an arm around her stomach and pulled her closer to you, sharing a pillow. You could smell her so clearly, and it was something that you'd been craving for as long as you were apart. The smell of her dark hair, the feeling of her body in your arms, and her captivating presence. You'd missed it all so much, despite the fact that you'd only been apart for a few short days.

She was so warm, even in just her pajama shorts and vest. Her body slotted into yours perfectly, and you could feel how she relaxed into you, almost as if knowing that it was you, even in her sleep. Before you drifted off, you placed a small kiss to the back of her neck.

Early the next morning, she was still in your arms, but this time facing you. She'd subconsciously buried her face into your neck during the night, both of you holding onto each other gently.

Her large brown eyes fluttered open before yours, immediately noticing the familiarity of you. Your touch, your skin, everything. She smiled despite herself, nuzzling her nose against your neck, feeling safe, and at home with you holding her.

You stirred awake to her leaving soft kisses on your neck. The most beautiful feeling in the world, according to you. When you'd told her those very words, she blushed, and beamed, and shook her head at you. You were so annoyingly cheesy, but she loved it.

"Morning, my angel." You murmured into her hair, leaving a kiss on the top of her head.

She began to play with your fingers, and you knew she was stuck in her thoughts. She always did that when she was spaced out, and it was a habit that neither of you were ever willing to end. "Good morning, (Y/n)." She whispered in that gentle voice of hers.

"What's on your mind?" You asked, and watched on as she moved her head from underneath your chin, looking up and into your eyes, which held a slight twinkle. Like they always did around her.

"I just wish I'd been awake last night to greet you, is all." It was true. She wished she'd been there to see you, after all the anticipation of waiting for her best girl. But, she supposed that waking up in the bed with you, feeling your warmth after falling asleep alone; well . . . that was just as amazing.

"I'm sorry I was late, angel." You apologized, the sincerity in your voice shining through.

She knew you why you came late already, and she wasn't blaming you at all. "It's okay." She admitted, lips twitching into a smile as she stared at you, looking over every inch of your face.

"What is it?" You asked, lips stretching into a smile to rival hers, while your arms tightened their grip on her body, pulling her closer to you.

"I love you." Was her simplest reply. She could've gone on about everything that was in her mind; overwhelming thoughts and feelings for and about you. She could've mentioned every inch of you that she loved, or told you how much she appreciated every little action you had towards her.

With the purest look of love on your features, you replied: "I love you, too."

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That very morning in the Avenger's compound, the team from the night before all sat at the breakfast table, munching down on food.

It was super early, and that could be seen in the way that Natasha was massaging her temples to fight back a headache that was already coming on, Sam was rubbing sleep out of his eyes, and Steve was leaning his head on Bucky's shoulder, who was nursing a steaming cup of coffee in his hands.

Tony, however, was surprisingly the most awake of them all. Which was a vehement change, given how much of a night-owl he was. As he walked in, he expanded a holographic screen above the unused side of large table.

On it, was a map of New York City, a red pin dropped on an unfamiliar location to everyone in the room.

"What is this?" Natasha asked plainly for everyone, now begrudgingly chewing on a piece of crispy bacon.

"It's the location that (Y/n) is at currently, and has been at since roughly nine-fifty-three last night." Tony informed them, hands on his hips as he looked at the rest of the team.

"Hold up." Sam sighed, eyes narrowing at first the holograph, and then at Tony. "You put a tracking device on her?" He enquired, in utter disbelief. He knew how crazy Tony could be, but this seemed a little too protective, even for him.

"No, of course not!" He scoffed. "I put one on her car." He explained, and this did little to make the people in the room less skeptical.

"You do realize how large of an invasion of privacy that is?" Steve asked, head lifting from Bucky's shoulder. Said man looked over at him with a pout on his lips, missing the contact. "Just so that I know if we're on the same page."

"Of course I do." Tony sighed, rolling his eyes. "Now, to move onto the important part of this information." He gestured wildly at the screen. "The person who's house she's at."

"Just spit it out, already." Bucky grumbled, sipping on his coffee cup which he held with his left hand, his right going to hold Steve's. Sometimes they were just so blatant.

"Fine. But I miss Clint! He would've appreciated the build up." Tony complained, no one in the room even pretending to be slightly offended or interested by his comment. It was too early for that.

"The house belongs to one Pietro Maximoff." Tony told them all. "And sister, of course."

Now everyone was freaking out. How didn't they get it before! 'M' for 'Maximoff'. You were dating Quicksilver himself.

They all should've figured it out before. You were super close with both of the twins before they decided to move into a home after the tower got damaged (instead of the compound like most of everyone else).

"Woah." Bucky remarked.

"(Y/n) and Pietro? It can't be." Sam had wide eyes.

"This is what I'm saying!" Tony gesticulated. "And." He added, putting his finger up so that he could leave the room to fetch something. When he returned, he placed it on the table in front of the other four. "I found this on her dressing table last night after she left."

It was a large blue velvet box for a necklace. On the front was a note that made everything click into place.

"Oh my God." Natasha let out, eyes fixated on the jewelry box.

"My sentiment exactly!" Tony exclaimed again.

"What about your sentiment?" You questioned, stepping into the area where your teammates sat. All eyes snapped towards you, expressions shocked that they'd been caught in the act of totally intruding on your privacy.

"H-how?" Tony spluttered, looking back at the screen, which displayed that your location was still back at the Maximoff's.

You followed his gaze, not surprised, nor that annoyed by the tracking feature. "Pietro sped me over." You shrugged just like you had the night before."I didn't take the car."

There was a moment of silence, before Tony spoke again.

"So, you're dating him?"

Steve scoffed at how blatant he was, but awaited your reaction and answer like everyone else.

What they didn't expect, however, was for you to start laughing. Like, really genuine, outrageous, belly laughing.

"Could someone fill me in on what's so funny?" Bucky looked around, noticing that everyone but you was confused.

"It's just . . ." You caught your breath, grinning at the idiots before you. "You honestly think I'd date that tin-head."

Nervous laughter rattled through them.

"How can you deny it, though? You were at his house. You said the guy's surname started with an 'M', and who else would've written that note to you?" He gestured to the box on the table.

You took a step forwards, eyes scanning over the anniversary gift that Wanda had gotten you. You beamed at all the memories surrounding it.

"You guys honestly haven't figured it out . . . ?" You replied, trailing off.

They all looked at you as if to say 'what?'.

"For trained spies, war veterans, and so-called geniuses; you guys are being really stupid." You chuckled slightly, watching as the realization still hadn't hit any of them. After a few seconds of pausing to let it sink in, there was still nothing. You breathed out a sigh. "Do I honestly have to spell it out?" The dumbfounded looks on their faces clearly indicated 'yes!' on a grand scale. "Well, I'm dating Wanda. Not Pietro."

You could tell by their surprised and shocked reactions that they didn't quite know what to say.

"Oh, by the way . . . I'm not straight. Surprise?" You added belatedly, grinning as their mouths hung open. "When Sam said I had a lover boy, I said he wasn't completely wrong. I do have someone; they just so happen to be a girl. Her surname does start with 'M' . . . and she also calls me Princezná, which, yes, is Sokovian." You remarked, referring to the note they all crowded around before.

'I love you, my Princezná.' It read in Wanda's curly cursive writing; but then again, how were they supposed to know in what style she wrote?

There was another patch of silence as your friends and legal guardian absorbed the information.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Your makeshift father asked, eyes softening along with his tone.

"I didn't think I needed to. I knew you would accept me." You admitted.

Next thing you knew, he'd made the few strides over to you, and was embracing you in a huge bear hug. You rested your head on his large chest, until you pulled apart. The proudness displayed on his face made you far more emotional than you'd like. You could see tears in his eyes.

"It's okay, dad." You reassured him, noticing how the tears only increased when you called him that. You figured out that you'd never really said it to him before, no matter how much you saw him as a father before then. You just never seemed to voice it until now.

You hugged him again, now only feeling the tears that were slipping down your cheeks. You loved Tony so much. He treated you so right. He was nothing like your dad before.

"I'm so proud of you. I know your mother would be, too." He whispered to you, making you smile into the material of his shirt.

Pretty soon, you could feel another person joining your hug. Then another. Then another two. You all stood in the kitchen, embracing each other.

And even though you didn't have any of your blood relatives with you any more, you'd never felt more at home. This was your family. Tony. Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Sam, and Pietro. And especially your Scarlett Witch; Wanda. They were all your family.

That was the only thought that you had running through your head when you all began to move away from the embrace. You immediately called your long-time girlfriend, telling her what had happened. After having a good laugh at you, and imagining your beautiful smiling face over the phone, you invited her over.

And no matter how many times you said it, you were pretty sure that that was the happiest you ever were to see Wanda (of course, that'd change by the next day). You greeted her with a perfect kiss, for the first time in front of everyone.

You could feel her grinning into it, and even at that point, you knew, that every time you saw her in the future, you'd think to yourself 'I'm sure that this is the best moment of my life'. Because she was your love. Your angel.

Your Wanda.