Mind

Natasha x reader x Wanda

Part one of two

“Clint, if this doesn’t go well, I am never taking advice again.” Wanda said, exiting the bathroom. “Is this too much?” She asked, showing him the outfit.

“You’re going to a fancy restaurant and you’re wearing jeans.” He said, raising an eyebrow.

“Fine.” Wanda sighed, moving into her closet. “I don’t know why you chose a fancy restaurant for a first date.”

“I didn’t. Your date choose your location.” Clint told her.

“Please tell me you didn’t set me up with a snob who is going to only talk about them self tonight.” She begged, poking her head out the closet.

“No, I did not set you up with a snob. Trust me, after tonight you are going to listen to everything I say because that’s how right I am.”

“Conceited much?” Wanda laughed, tossing a jacket at Clint’s head.

“Aw jacket.” Clint whined, making the woman laugh.

Two hours later, after Clint had finally approved of Wanda’s outfit, Wanda was standing outside a glittering restaurant attempting to psych herself up.

“You got this. You are an avenger, if anything goes wrong you can kick their ass.” She told herself before entering the establishment.

“Miss Maximoff?” A woman in a hostess uniform said approaching the witch. “Right this way.” She gestured for Wanda to follow her.

Wanda followed the woman through the main restaurant and towards a series of back rooms.

“Your dinner guests have already ordered you a drink.” The hostess told her before gesturing to the door to Wanda’s left and then leaving.

“Guests?” Wanda murmured before letting out deep breath and entering the room. The room was brightly lit by the twinkle lights that covered the walls and in the middle of the room was a large table where Y/N and Natasha were already seated.

Wanda’s crushes.

“Clint.” Wanda growled as her cheeks flushed red. “If Clint tricked you into this or forced you to come, you don’t have to stay.” She said, looking to the two women.

“If you think Clint planned all this out, you need to remember we’re talking about Clint here.” Y/N said, rising from her chair and moving to Wanda with Natasha on her heels.

“We set all this up, the only thing Clint did was get you to agree to this.” Natasha told Wanda as Y/N wrapped her arms around her waist. “If you’re not comfortable with this, we can just say this a dinner for friends.” Natasha added after a moments silence.

“No, no I want this.” Wanda assured the women. “I just never thought it’d be real.”

“Believe it, darling.” Y/N chirped, pressing a kiss to Wanda’s cheek and taking her hand. “Because this is real. Now let’s sit and start our date.” She said, pulling Wanda to the table.

If this was a dream, Wanda decided, I don’t want to wake up.

“Darling. Darling, wake up.” Y/N said, her fingers drawing shapes on Wanda’s shoulder. “I know you’re awake, darling.” She smiled, pressing kisses to the back of the witch’s neck.

“And what a wonderful way to wake up.” Wanda said, rolling over so she was on top of the H/C woman who giggled. “This is a nice view.” She commented, placing her hand on Y/N’s cheek.

“I could say the same thing.” Y/N smiled before leaning up to kiss the brunette.

“You were supposed to be waking her up for breakfast, Y/N. Not become her breakfast.” Natasha said, walking in with a tray of food.

“She pinned me. How is that my fault?” Y/N whined, looking over Wanda’s shoulder at the red head. “She jumped me.”

“The two of you can jump each other all you want later. We have a schedule today.” Natasha said, getting into bed next to Y/N.

“How romantic. ‘Happy anniversary, follow the schedule or I’ll choke you with my thighs.’” Wanda smirked, rolling off the H/C woman as Natasha scowled lightly.

“If it makes you feel better, I want to add that to the schedule.” Y/N said. “Add that to whenever sexy times is on the schedule.”

“I’m going to have to rearrange the schedule soon, if you two don’t start eating.” She pointed out, handing both women a plate of pancakes.

“You know you never told me the whole schedule.” Y/N said, cutting into her food.

“At least you know some of the schedule. All I know is that there is a schedule.” Wanda chuckled as Natasha and Y/N curled into her sides.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise. Y/N only knows because she reads over my shoulder.”

“I was laying on your chest as you were writing it out. That’s on you.” Y/N smirked, pointing her fork at the red head.

“She read over my shoulder. Everyone says I am the unromantic one and I can’t have the two of you believing that, so today is going to romance the pants off the two of you.” Natasha continued, taking a bite of her pancakes.

“Well when you put it like that,” Y/N started. “How can we not feel romanced?”

“What’s first on the list for today, Nattie?” Wanda asked, turning to the woman.

“Well after we finish breakfast, we’re going to shower and then we are going for a drive.” Natasha told the women cryptically.

“No hint?” Y/N asked her, raising an eyebrow.

“No hint.” Natasha smiled. “Now finish up we gotta get going soon.”

“You can stop, guessing I’m not going to tell you.” Natasha laughed, taking both your hands in hers. “You’re not going to get it out of me until we get there.”

“Y/N I thought you said you saw her schedule.” Wanda whined. “You have to know what she has planned.”

“I know of breakfast and where she plans to take us for dinner.” Y/N told her. “Whatever she has planned for throughout the day, I have no idea about.” She added.

“It’s called a romantic surprise” Natasha said. “Keywords, romantic and surprise.”

The three of you walked for several more minutes before Natasha stopped walking abruptly, almost causing Y/N and Wanda to knock her over.

“Close your eyes.” Natasha demanded the two. The women obliged the Russian and quickly closed their eyes. Natasha grabbed each of their hands and began guiding them forward. “Do you remember a few weeks ago, we talked about the things we’ve never done?”

“Vaguely.” Y/N said, gripping Natasha’s hand tightly.

“Well, the two of you had one thing on your lists that was the same and I decided to make it happen.” Natasha explained, opening a door and her girlfriends were hit with a icy breeze.

“Natasha, where are we?” Wanda questioned as goosebumps rose on her skin.

“You can open your eyes now.” Natasha said, dodging the question. Without a moments hesitancy both women opened their eyes and finally saw where their girlfriend had dragged them.

“You brought us ice skating?” Y/N exclaimed, glee written all over her face. “I love you! I love you! I love you!” Y/N cheered, throwing her arms around Natasha’s neck and passionately kissing her.

“I think she might love you, Nattie.” Wanda smirked, waiting for Y/N and Natasha to disentangle before wrapping her arms around the Russian woman. “And I definitely do.” She said before kissing her.

“Enough romance.” Y/N said, bouncing on the spot. “It’s time to learn to ice skate and from a real Russian.”

“That’s such a stereotype, Y/N.”

“So you can’t ice skate?” Wanda asked her, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh no, I’m a fantastic ice skater.” Natasha said, causing Y/N to giggle and Wanda to roll her eyes.

Natasha had booked out the entire rink and the three skated for hours undistributed. Natasha had not been exaggerating when she said she was an expert skater but Wanda and Y/N were strictly newbies. Natasha had, lovingly, kept tally of the amount of times both women landed on their asses.

Wanda landing on her ass a mere three times more than Y/N had.

After hours of the three skating, and laughing at attempts of skating, Natasha brought the two home. Waiting on their shared bed were two dress bags with Y/N and Wanda’s names on them.

“Get dressed. We have to be at the restaurant in half hour.” Natasha said, grabbing her bag out of the closet. Wanda and Y/N did as their girlfriend said and the three made it to the restaurant right on time.

“We had our first date here.” Y/N smiled as she sat in the chair Wanda pulled out for her.

“In this exact room.” Natasha confirmed as she and Wanda sat down.

“We never did thank, Clint.” Wanda mused.

“Do you really want to give him a bigger head than usual?” Natasha snorted.

“I’m good.” Y/N chuckled as a waitress entered, carrying a drinks tray. Wanda and Y/N smiled as they recognized the drinks and Natasha smirked.

“How did you remember the exact drinks we ordered five years ago?” Wanda asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“Because I am the romantic one.” Natasha smirked, raising her glass. “To five years.” She toasted.

“To five years.” Y/N and Wanda smiled, clinking their glasses to hers. It was half way through dinner before Natasha suddenly got a wicked smirk.

“Why are you smirking like you’re planning our deaths?” Y/N questioned her with a raised brow.

“Not kill per say, but I do believe you wanted me to add one thing to the schedule.” Natasha said, lips pursed over the rim of her glass. “I do believe you wanted me to add something to our dessert plans.”

Y/N and Wanda shared a look before Wanda stood abruptly.

“What are you doing?” Natasha asked as the Wanda pulled out her purse.

“Paying for dinner, so we can get our own dessert.” Wanda explained, grabbing both women’s hands.

“Just like how our first date ended.” Y/N said as the three exited the restaurant. Somehow on their walk back to the tower, Natasha had been convinced to teach Y/N how to twirl like a ballerina.

Wanda stood behind the women, watching with a soft smile as her two girlfriends twirled each other around.

“I love you two, you know that right?” Wanda asked as Y/N stood in Natasha’s arms.

“We love you too, Wanda.” The two responded in tandem. Natasha reached out a hand towards Wanda and once she took it, pulled her into a three way embrace.

The three stood together, locked in their embrace in the middle of the sidewalk for what felt like hours.

If this was a dream, Wanda decided, I don’t want to wake up.

“How is she?” Bruce asked, entering the dark room.

“Peter tried to get her to eat, she didn’t even flinch.” Tony explained to the scientist, his eyes not moving away from the scene in front of him.

Clint was sat in the corner of the room, his hands occupied as he fiddled with one of his arrows. He was staring at the bed where Peter and Wanda sat unblinkingly.

Peter was right next to the witch. He held one of her hands in his as he whispered things to the woman.

Wanda was sat in the same position she had been in for near two weeks. Her eyes glowing bright red as she stared at the wall in front of her with a mostly blank expression. The only show of emotion was the single tear that escaped her eye.

“It’s been two weeks, Tony.” Bruce sighed, staring at his friend in worry.

“I know, Bruce. You don’t think I know that?” Tony snapped before sighing in regret. “I’m sorry. That was my sister and one of my friends we buried.”

Y/N Stark and Natasha Romanoff had been dead for two weeks. It had been a horrific tragedy that the whole team had witnessed. If not for Steve pulling Wanda out of the way, she would have joined her partners.

Wanda had not moved since she witnessed their deaths. She did not blink, she did not eat, she did not move and she did not sleep as she continued to stare with glowing eyes.

No-one was sure what was going on in her head.

“It’s okay you snapped, Tony. But this isn’t okay.” Bruce said, gesturing to the scene.

“I know.” Tony sighed, putting his head in his hands. “Y/N would have wanted me to help her, but I don’t know how.”

“I might have an idea.” Steve announced, entering the room with Stephan Strange at his side.

“Steve has informed me of Wanda’s condition.” Strange announced, his hands suddenly glowing. “I’m afraid if we don’t alleviate this situation, Wanda’s mind will be broken.”

“Why am I sensing an and?” Clint cut in, narrowing his eyes.

“Because we may have larger problems than the snapping of Wanda’s mind.” Strange said, moving towards the witch.

“Such as?” Bruce questioned him.

“She could break the universe.” Strange told the team