All Your Girls

Rhythm. Movement. Serenity.

Flour splotches decorate your kitchen counter and part of the floor, coating your fingers and smearing prints onto your apron.

A silicone spatula acts as your temporary, makeshift microphone as you dance around your mess, singing into it without thought or care to who might walk into the common room kitchen.

Although, it was Saturday, a usual lazy day at the compound. Plus, the majority of the team today was either in the training rooms or out for the day with their families. So you decided to bake something as a surprise for your chosen family when they came back. Something warm to come home to, gods know they deserve it.

However, you’re antsy. Incredibly so. There was no way your brain would be sticking to this task unless there was a playlist blaring in the background. There weren’t enough batteries in the world to power you up if there wasn’t music in the room.

So you’re there, mixing batter, waiting for the oven to finish preheating, and singing.

You don’t sing. At least never in front of the team, it’s private for you. Something you enjoy deeply and have such passion for, it’s just not something you’re open to teasing about. So you don’t sing in front of them. You’ve come close in front of your girlfriend before though.

She’s caught you on a few occasions in the jet on the way back from mission humming your favorite songs as you flew back. A few times she heard you hum a few sleepy notes in the early hours of the morning as you brushed your teeth, but she’s never heard a full song from you.

Until today, that is. Frankly you hadn’t even been aware that the second she walked up on the corner that opens up into the kitchen, she had been floored upon hearing the first notes of the new song that had started playing flowing from between your lips.

She stood there, dumbfounded at how absolutely beautiful you were. Your voice, she hadn’t known something could be her favorite sound as much as your voice was now hers.

She finally gathered enough courage as the song ended to peer around the corner, and the sight she found made her fall in love with you all over again.

You were dancing, swaying your hips to the beat, bouncing away and singing into a spatula like the dork she knew you were.

Your face had several smudges of the batter on it, and the kitchen was dirty in several places due to all the flour and sugar you’d spilled. Even your hair was a little wild because of all the dancing.

Wanda thought you looked ethereal.

She finally gathered enough of her thoughts to pull away from the cover of her corner and stepped enough into the room to lean against the wall to watch you work. A smitten smile practically racing with the speed it appeared on her face.

She rested against the wall of the entryway, her shoulder propping her up as she crossed one arm over her chest and used her opposite hand to bite her knuckle, trying to tamp down her elated expression.

You were completely oblivious to just how whipped you had your girlfriend right now and if you had been even slightly aware in that moment it would have been almost comical.

You still hadn’t noticed her yet, but if you were to turn just slightly you would catch her, your background as a shield agent had you always hyper aware of your surroundings, so the second you had moved even slightly in the direction of where your girlfriend now stood, you jumped a mile in the air and threw the spatula in a practiced arc toward the intruder.

Red mist swirled and halted the offending object in its trajectory, giggling she moved it back to the counter as your face promptly turned the shade of a ripe strawberry.

“Do trained agents like yourself typically use rubber spatulas as projectiles?” She asked teasingly.

You covered your eyes with one hand as your face got impossibly redder.

“Baby I’m so sorry I didn’t know it was you, I thought I was alone and I just reacted.” You apologized, rather embarrassed at your reaction.

“Please don’t be sorry actually, in fact please keep doing what you were doing.” She said.

“What do you mean? I was just baking.” You asked.

“Baby I heard you singing, you’re so good and I thought you sounded just… wow.” She said it dreamily and walked up to meet you face to face.

When she reached you she gently tugged your hand away from your face and wrapped her arms around your neck, staring up at you with a loving expression that always had your heart melting.

You smiled at her almost dopey eyes, completely glazed over with affection for you. You wished you deserved even half the love in those eyes. One day she’d get you to believe you did, you always had to her.

Wrapping your own arms around her waist, you leaned in to meet her as you shared a short, sweet kiss in greeting.

“Thank you baby. I don’t usually sing around here, huh?” You asked as you pulled back from the kiss.

“More like you ‘never’ do. But it’s okay, I understand sometimes that some things are just private.”

Gods you loved this woman.

“Yeah, I guess it’s just… I don’t know. It’s just something I’m passionate about, for a while growing up I wanted to actually be a singer. But then I grew up, realized it wasn’t going anywhere-“

“-And decided to be a badass shield agent instead? What a seamless segue, babe.” She chuckled.

You knew she wasn’t teasing your singing, just your horrible attempt at an explanation, something she regularly poked with you on anyway.

You laughed with her and rolled your eyes, leaning your forehead against hers and swaying with her to the music.

Your mirth wound down now and flowered into something far more poignant, more soft.

Gazing into your loves eyes, your forehead to hers, hands splayed at her waist and thumbs rubbing small circles into her hips, you decided you could give this part of yourself to her just a little more.

You had FRIDAY put on your favorite song, the one that always made you think of Wanda, and began singing it for her as you both swayed in the kitchen.

“They say you know, when you know, well I know, I know that’s true...” You sang to her, softly, hoping your heart was pouring into the notes.

Taking her hand in yours you softly lead her through a slow dance, making sure all available attention was lasered onto her.

“Never did, never did, as a kid, but now I do...” You kept up with the song and your dance, brushing her hair behind her ear.

She stared at you. Her love plainly felt as if she’d draped it around you like a warm blanket made from the very galaxy she felt laid in your eyes.

“Rush of blood, to my head, I swear to god I wanna die inside this feeling…” You turned with her, twirling her out and back to you, bringing her back to the home in your arms.

“You say you know, when you know, well I know lookin at you…” You did look at her, feeling your heart swell outside of your chest and connecting seamlessly through hers.

There was your soul, and then there was hers, and you weren’t even sure there was a difference anymore. It was a sweet embrace that cradled your fears until they lay to rest.

You kept singing through the song, twirling her, dipping her, swaying back and forth with her just like the song said.

Her eyes danced across your face, drinking you in like a woman parched. As if the act of looking at you was the only thing waking her in the morning, it was. The amount of love so clear and clarifying held in your eyes, and she fell for you ever harder.

As you reached the climax of the song so did your dance, but neither of you faltered. Each knowing their partners body so intrinsically well that they were nearly fluid in the way they moved. Their dance almost hypnotic through the lens of their bond.

You spun with her around the room, your baking project long forgotten, oven having preheated already but neither of you willing to move from this euphoric trance.

How in the holy fucking hell had either of you gotten so lucky?

Maybe it had never been luck at all. To both of you, loving the other felt like second nature. Even more so like it was simply an extension of your heart, something you were always meant to have, and always meant to have specifically with each other.

You were each other’s soulmate in every sense of the phrase, and it was clear in both your eyes as you cradled each other with warm arms, and warmer gazes.

The song came to its tail end and you made absolutely sure that if you hadn’t been already, that you *were* looking into her eyes for the next part.

*“I'll hold you 'til we're older,*

*Love you when I'm sober,*

*Be there 'til the air stops,*

*Pumping out your lungs,*

*Kiss me like the first time,*

*Even at the worst times,*

*Even when it hurts, I swear you keep me up,”*

You were both nearly in tears at this point, however Wanda did not once hear your voice waver.

That stability, as if she’d hung every star in the galaxy simply by being born into it, like she was your anchor and always there weathering every storm and any weather.

She was home. You were home.

This moment made up every feeling they’d never have hope of properly putting into words.

But here, in this one, *perfect* moment, there wasn’t any need of words. Just being, there with her, was enough. Was so incredibly right it couldn’t possibly be wrong.

She was silk to your thistle, yin coming home to yang, gazes twisting into each others and swirling into your bodies, moving you along to the beat that reverberated through your very souls.

It made no sense how something like this could make you feel so deeply, and also made all the sense in the world. Because of course you were meant to find her, and she meant to find you.

She was a warm blanket fresh from the dryer, a comforting embrace that felt like coming home after a long winter.

You were a hug guarding her body in the soot between battles as well as her heart as tenderly as you do in the safety of your room.

No physical home could harbor that moniker, it didn’t matter what space you both occupied. As long as you were together, wherever you were, however you came, you would both always be home in each other’s hearts.

Leaning your forehead against hers, you close your eyes, breathing in the woman who had your entire world beating in her chest.

“I love you.” You whispered in the minuscule space between your lips.

“I love you too, so much.” She replied breathily, the words barely above the wind.

You kissed her, gingerly pressing your lips and moving them with hers in tandem. A dance so tantalizing and sweet that heated quickly to a burning passion. Passion not for your bodies, but for each other simply. An innate desire to get ever closer.

You would think back to that in the future, to this exact moment, and remember the love you held for her, as you get down on bended knee and cradle the ring in trembling but sturdy hands.