Carol and Wanda walk into the dimly lit bar, music thumping softly in the background. The place is bustling with people, laughter, and clinking glasses. Carol had asked (forced) Wanda into going to a bar with her, the reason was “Your my best friend wandaaaaa.” And pouty looks. Wanda agreed since she was all alone now that Natasha was away for a mission, as far as they knew.
Carol strides in confidently, heading straight for the bar, while Wanda trails behind, looking around nervously.
The blonde woman leans against the counter, flashing the bartender a grin.
“Two whiskeys,” she orders, then glances at Wanda. “Or are you a cocktail kind of girl?”
Wanda fidgets, unsure. “I don’t drink much…”
“That’s the point,” Carol says with a wink. “Relax, Maximoff. You deserve a break.”
Wanda reluctantly agrees, letting Carol choose the drinks. As the night goes on, Carol keeps encouraging her to let loose, offering funny stories and jokes. Wanda starts to relax, laughing more and sipping her drink. Carol, ever the instigator, keeps the drinks coming until Wanda’s cheeks are flushed, and her usual guarded demeanor fades.
Eventually, Wanda starts to giggle at everything, including Carol’s terrible pickup lines aimed at strangers. She sways slightly in her chair, pointing at Carol.
“You’re the worst influence, Danvers,” she slurs, but she’s grinning.
Carol just laughs, shaking her head. “And yet, here you are, having fun.”
“Yehhh. Im having fun thanks” she replies, touching Carol’s head and smiling stupidly.
Carol downs another whiskey like it’s water and glances at Wanda, who is still nursing her second drink. The faint blush on Wanda’s cheeks is growing, and her giggles are becoming more frequent. Carol smirks.
“You’re adorable when you’re drunk, you know that?” Carol teases, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m not drunk,” Wanda protests, though her words are slightly slurred. She tries to point at Carol for emphasis but ends up missing and jabbing the air instead, which sends her into another fit of giggles. “Okay, maybe a little. But that’s your fault!”
Carol laughs, shaking her head. “You’re not wrong. You needed this, though. You’ve been so tense lately. When’s the last time you even went out?”
Wanda thinks for a moment, then shrugs. “I don’t know. Pietro used to drag me places… before everything.” Her voice falters slightly, the weight of her words lingering.
Carol softens, sliding her empty glass aside. “Hey, I get it. Life’s been… rough. But you don’t have to do it all alone, you know?”
Wanda looks at her, eyes glassy but sincere. “Thanks, Carol. You’re a good friend.”
Carol grins. “Damn right I am. Now, what do you say we get some food in you before you pass out?”
Wanda nods enthusiastically, clearly warming up to the idea. “Yes! Fries. Lots of fries.”
Carol waves the bartender over to order a plate of fries, shaking her head in amusement as Wanda starts humming along to the music playing in the background. By the time the fries arrive, Wanda is halfway through recounting a story about her childhood in Sokovia, her accent slipping thicker as her inhibitions fade.
“You’re a lightweight,” Carol teases as Wanda dips a fry into ketchup and misses her mouth completely, laughing hysterically at her own mishap.
“I’m having fun,” Wanda replies defiantly, grinning as ketchup smears on her cheek.
Carol chuckles, grabbing a napkin to wipe it off. “Good. You deserve it.”
The two settle into an easy rhythm, laughing, eating, and talking about everything and nothing. Wanda’s usual worries seem to fade under the warm haze of alcohol and Carol’s unrelenting confidence.
Carol helps Wanda stand, the latter wobbling unsteadily on her feet as they prepare to leave. Wanda’s giggles are endless now, and she clings to Carol’s arm for balance.
“Why is the floor so slippery?” Wanda asks, swaying.
“It’s not,” Carol mutters, steadying her with a firm grip. “You’re just drunk, Maximoff.”
Before they can head to the door, it swings open, and Natasha strides in. She’s dressed in her usual black jacket and boots, her sharp gaze sweeping the bar before landing on Carol and Wanda.
Carol freezes. “Uh oh.”
Wanda tilts her head, blinking slowly. “Natasha?” she says, her voice light and confused. “What are you doing here?”
Natasha marches over, her jaw tight. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. told me where you two disappeared to.” Her eyes narrow, first at Carol, then at Wanda, who is swaying with a blissful, silly smile. “And it looks like I got here just in time.”
“Relax, Romanoff,” Carol says, holding up her hands. “We were just having a little fun.”
Natasha’s gaze sharpens, cutting through Carol’s nonchalance. “Fun? You brought Wanda here and got her drunk?”
Carol gulps, her usual bravado faltering. “She needed to unwind! And it’s not like I forced her to drink.”
“She can barely stand!” Natasha gestures to Wanda, who is now trying to count how many fingers she’s holding up but keeps getting it wrong.
“I’m fine,” Wanda insists, her words slurring. She points a wobbly finger at Natasha. “You’re so pretty, Natasha. Did you know that?”
Natasha’s stern expression flickers with surprise, a faint blush creeping up her neck, but she quickly recovers. “You’re drunk, Wanda.”
Wanda gasps dramatically. “You noticed!”
Carol snorts at that, but Natasha silences her with a glare. “And you,” Natasha says, pointing at Carol. “What were you thinking?”
“I thought I was being a good friend!” Carol protests, though she’s clearly unnerved by Natasha’s icy tone. “She needed a break, and we were just about to leave!”
Natasha crosses her arms, her glare unwavering. “Next time, don’t drag her into a bar without telling anyone.”
Wanda leans against Carol, smiling dreamily at Natasha. “You’re so serious, Natasha. You should have come! We were having fries.”
Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose, muttering something in Russian. “Come on, Wanda. Let’s get you home.”
Wanda pouts. “But I was having fun with Carol.”
Carol steps aside quickly. “You’re all hers, Romanoff. I’m just… gonna go now.”
“Smart choice,” Natasha says, her tone cold but her focus on gently steadying Wanda.
As Carol slinks away, muttering about how terrifying Natasha is, Wanda leans closer to Natasha and whispers conspiratorially, “Carol’s scared of you.”
“She should be,” Natasha replies, though her voice softens as she brushes a stray strand of hair from Wanda’s face. “Let’s go, детка (baby).”
Natasha wraps an arm around Wanda’s waist to steady her as they walk toward the exit. Wanda leans heavily on her, still giggling softly.
“You smell nice,” Wanda mumbles, resting her head on Natasha’s shoulder.
Natasha sighs, trying to keep her composure. “You’re drunk, Wanda.”
“I know,” Wanda replies cheerfully, looking up at Natasha with wide, innocent eyes. “But you dosmell nice. Like… leather and… I don’t know, something warm.”
Natasha presses her lips together, trying not to smile as they step outside. The cool night air hits them, and Wanda sighs happily. “Oooh, it’s so fresh out here!”
“Yeah, fresh,” Natasha mutters, adjusting her grip on Wanda. She casts a quick glare back at the bar, making sure Carol isn’t sneaking off to cause more trouble. (She is)
Wanda suddenly stops walking, her eyes going wide as she stares up at the sky. “Natasha!” she exclaims, pointing dramatically.
“What?” Natasha asks, her tone sharp, glancing around as if expecting trouble.
“The stars!” Wanda says with wide-eyed wonder, her voice filled with awe. She tilts her head back, nearly stumbling as she gazes at the sky. “They’re so pretty. Look at them, Natasha!”
Natasha exhales, a mix of frustration and amusement, and gently tugs Wanda forward. “Yes, the stars are nice. Now, keep walking before you fall over.”
“But you didn’t look!” Wanda whines, digging her heels into the ground and refusing to budge. “You have to look. It’s important.”
Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose, muttering under her breath, “This is why I don’t let Danvers drag you anywhere.” Finally, she glances up at the sky for half a second. “Okay, I looked. Can we go now?”
Wanda giggles and leans heavily against Natasha again. “You’re so grumpy. But you’re cute when you’re grumpy.”
Natasha tries to maintain her intimidating demeanor, but a faint blush betrays her. “I’m not cute, Wanda. I’m trying to get you home in one piece.”
“Home?” Wanda asks, her words slurring again. “But I don’t wanna go home yet. Can we go to the park? Or… or get ice cream?”
Natasha raises an eyebrow, glancing at the completely closed ice cream shop across the street. “It’s the middle of the night. There’s no ice cream.”
Wanda gasps, clutching Natasha’s jacket dramatically. “No ice cream?! What kind of world is this?”
Natasha sighs, adjusting her grip on Wanda. “One where you drank too much and need to go to bed.”
They start walking again, Wanda stumbling slightly but grinning up at Natasha like she’s the most fascinating person in the world. “You’re so bossy,” Wanda says, poking Natasha’s side.
“And you’re impossible,” Natasha retorts, though her voice is softer now.
When they reach Natasha’s car, Wanda stares at it like it’s some kind of puzzle. “How do cars even work?” she asks, tilting her head.
Natasha opens the passenger door and gently guides Wanda inside. “We’ll discuss the mechanics of cars when you’re sober, Maximoff.”
As Natasha buckles Wanda in, Wanda looks up at her with a dreamy smile. “You take such good care of me. You’re like… my knight in shining armor.”
Natasha smirks despite herself, brushing a strand of hair from Wanda’s face. “And you’re my damsel in distress, apparently.”
Wanda grins. “I like that.”
Natasha closes the door, her faint smile fading as she straightens and resumes her stoic, intimidating posture. She glances around one more time, muttering to herself, “Carol owes me for this.”
As Natasha gets into the driver’s seat and starts the car, Wanda hums softly beside her, swaying slightly to a song only she can hear. Natasha’s gaze flickers to her for a moment, her expression softening.
“You’re a handful, Maximoff,” she murmurs, shaking her head as they drive off into the night, Wanda just Leans into her side hugging her as tight as her drunken mind could.
“Tashaaa,” She whined, “when will we get homeeee? I wanna cuddle you.” The black widow only shook her head in amusement.
—
Natasha pulls into the driveway, turning off the car with a sigh. She glances over at Wanda, who has fallen into a half-asleep state, her head resting against the window. Her cheeks are still flushed, and she’s murmuring something Natasha can’t quite make out.
“Wanda,” Natasha says softly, leaning over to nudge her. “We’re home. Come on, let’s get you inside.”
Wanda stirs, blinking groggily. She looks at Natasha with a sleepy smile. “You’re so nice, Natasha. Did I ever tell you that? You’re so nice.”
Natasha snorts, opening her door and stepping out. “Yeah, you’ve mentioned it. Now let’s get you out of the car before you pass out completely.”
By the time Natasha walks around to the passenger side, Wanda has unbuckled herself but is struggling to figure out how the door handle works. Natasha opens the door for her, shaking her head.
“Come on, princess,” Natasha says, offering Wanda a hand.
Wanda giggles as she takes Natasha’s hand and stumbles out of the car. “Princess? I like that.” She leans heavily on Natasha, wrapping her arms around her neck. “You should call me that more often.”
Natasha huffs, trying not to smile as she steadies Wanda. “Sure, whatever you want. Just keep walking.”
They make their way to the front door, Wanda dragging her feet and swaying slightly with each step. Natasha unlocks the door and helps Wanda inside, guiding her toward her and Wanda’s floor, entering Wanda’s room.
“You sit here,” Natasha orders, lowering Wanda onto the couch. “Don’t move.”
Wanda flops back dramatically, her head lolling against the pillows. “Yes, ma’am,” she says with a lazy salute.
Natasha disappears into the kitchen and returns a moment later with a glass of water and some painkillers. She sets them on the coffee table, then kneels in front of Wanda.
“Drink this,” Natasha says firmly, holding the glass out.
Wanda takes it with both hands, looking at Natasha with a pout. “These do NOT look like candies. Also, Do you have to be so bossy?”
“Yes,” Natasha replies, smirking. “Because otherwise, you’d end up sleeping on the floor.”
Wanda takes a sip of water, then sets the glass down and reaches for Natasha’s hand. “You’re so pretty, Natasha,” she murmurs, her voice soft and sincere.
Natasha freezes for a moment, caught off guard by the unexpected compliment. She clears her throat, brushing it off with her usual cool demeanor. “You’re drunk, Wanda. You’ll say anything right now.”
“No,” Wanda insists, squeezing Natasha’s hand. “I mean it. You’re always taking care of me. I think you’re amazing.”
Natasha looks away, her cheeks tinged with pink. “Get some rest, Maximoff. You’ll thank me in the morning when you don’t feel like death.”
Wanda smiles, leaning her head back against the bed. “Goodnight, Natasha,” she mumbles, her eyes fluttering closed.
Natasha watches her for a moment, then stands and grabs a blanket from the nearby chair. She drapes it over Wanda, brushing a strand of hair from her face before turning off the lights.
“Goodnight, princess,” Natasha says quietly, her voice soft, As Natasha turns to leave, Wanda stirs under the blanket, her voice soft and slurred. “Natasha… wait.”
Natasha pauses, glancing back over her shoulder. “What is it, Wanda?”
“Can you stay?” Wanda murmurs, her eyes barely open. She reaches out toward Natasha, her hand brushing the edge of the blanket. “Just for a little while? Please?”
Natasha hesitates, her usual stoic demeanor wavering. “Wanda, you need to rest. I’ll be just down the hall.”
Wanda shakes her head weakly, her fingers curling slightly as though trying to hold onto Natasha. “But… I feel safe when you’re here.” Her voice is so soft, almost a whisper.
The vulnerability in Wanda’s words tugs at something deep in Natasha’s chest. She sighs quietly, running a hand through her hair. “Alright,” she says finally, walking back to the couch.
Wanda’s face lights up with a sleepy smile as Natasha sits down on the edge of the couch. “Thank you,” Wanda mumbles, curling up under the blanket.
Natasha leans back slightly, resting her elbow on the armrest and crossing one leg over the other. “You’re lucky I’m too nice to say no,” she mutters, though there’s no real bite to her words.
Wanda shifts closer, her head resting against Natasha’s thigh. “You’re the nicest,” she murmurs dreamily.
Natasha freezes for a moment, not expecting the contact, but then relaxes, gently brushing her fingers through Wanda’s hair. “Just sleep, Wanda. I’ll stay until you’re out.”
Wanda hums softly, her breathing slowing as she drifts off. Natasha stays there, watching over her with a protective softness that she rarely lets anyone see.
“Goodnight, silly,” Natasha whispers, her fingers still absently brushing through Wanda’s hair as she sits there, keeping her silent promise to stay.
—
Wanda woke up in the darkness, her head pounding like a drum. The air around her felt thick and unfamiliar, and she couldn’t quite make out her surroundings. Panic gripped her chest as she realized she couldn’t see anything. Everything was black.
She gasped, her heart racing, feeling around blindly. Her hand brushed against a body next to her, and she flinched away instinctively.
“Where am I?” Wanda murmured, her voice hoarse from sleep and the lingering effects of alcohol. She reached out again, her fingers grazing the person’s arm. “Where’s Natasha?”
The person beside her shifted, and she felt a cool hand rest gently on her arm, but Wanda was too disoriented to recognize the touch.
“Who are you?” Wanda asked urgently, her voice trembling with confusion and fear. “Where’s Natasha? Please, I need to know where she is.”
“I’m right here,” the person said softly, their voice calm but a little strained.
Wanda pulled away, pushing against the stranger. “No! You’re not her! Where did you take her?”
The figure sighed, but Wanda didn’t catch the tone. She was too frantic, too wrapped in her own panic to notice.
“Wanda, it’s me,” the stranger repeated. “It’s Natasha.”
“No!” Wanda shook her head, her pulse racing. “Natasha would never leave me here with some random person. Where is she?” Her breath hitched as she pushed against the stranger’s chest again, her hands trembling.
“I’m here,” the stranger tried again, trying to soothe her, but Wanda’s mind couldn’t connect the voice to the right person.
“You’re lying!” Wanda said, tears welling in her eyes as she struggled to make sense of everything. “Where’s Natasha? Why won’t you tell me where she is?”
The stranger paused, clearly trying to figure out how to handle the situation. “Wanda, I’m not lying,” they said, their tone softening. “I’m Natasha.”
Wanda pulled herself into a sitting position, her hands shaking as she looked around the dark room, still unable to make sense of anything. “I don’t… I don’t feel like she’s here. Where is she? Please.”
The figure didn’t respond at first, clearly waiting for Wanda to calm down. Wanda’s head throbbed, and she buried her face in her hands, not trusting herself to speak any further.
“Wanda, it’s okay,” the stranger said gently. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re just disoriented.”
Wanda didn’t say anything for a long time. She couldn’t find the right words. All she could feel was the darkness, the confusion, and the aching in her chest that Natasha wasn’t here.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally whispered, “Please… just tell me where Natasha is. I need her.”
The figure let out a soft sigh, the sound of them moving as they shifted on the couch. “I’m right here, Wanda. I’ll stay with you.”
But Wanda couldn’t understand it. She couldn’t comprehend how Natasha could be there when she couldn’t see her, when everything felt wrong.
She closed her eyes, still trembling, and wrapped herself tighter in the blanket. “Please…” Wanda mumbled, her voice barely audible. “Please… Natasha.”
The stranger was quiet, but there was a hint of something in their voice when they responded. “I’m here, Wanda. I’m not going anywhere.”
But Wanda couldn’t be sure. She was still lost in the fog of her mind, unsure of anything, but desperate for the comfort of Natasha that she couldn’t feel.
Wanda squinted into the darkness, trying to get her bearings. “Who are you?” she asked, voice still thick with confusion. “Where’s Natasha?”
The stranger chuckled softly, clearly not taking Wanda’s confusion too seriously. “It’s me, Wanda. Natasha.”
Wanda blinked a few times, still not convinced. “No, you’re not Natasha,” she said, frowning. “You don’t sound like her. Natasha would… I don’t know, punch me or something by now.”
“Wow,” Natasha replied, the sarcasm thick in her voice. “I can’t believe I’m not punching you in the ribs right now. I must really be letting you down.”
Wanda shook her head, still unsure. “No, seriously. Natasha’s got this… vibe. You don’t have it. Plus, you’re way too calm. Natasha’s always like, intense.” She squinted at the figure again. “You’re more like… a very chill version of Natasha. Are you sure you’re her?”
Natasha stifled a laugh. “I’m a chill version of Natasha now, huh? I’m definitely learning some new things about myself tonight.”
“I mean, yeah,” Wanda said, still rubbing her eyes. “Natasha would never be so… relaxed about this. She’d be making sure I’m not about to go do something reckless, or threatening me with a spoon.”
“A spoon?” Natasha said, her voice dripping with mock horror. “I can’t believe you think I’d threaten you with a spoon. I’m more of a fork person, actually.”
Wanda, still in a half-daze, let out a soft laugh, but quickly shook it off. “That’s not what Natasha would do either.”
“Fine,” Natasha said, sighing dramatically. “I’m not Natasha. I’m a very convincing imposter who just happens to be exactly like her in every way.”
Wanda nodded seriously, squinting at her. “Yeah, exactly. You’re just some random Natasha lookalike. Are you here to rob me or something?”
“Sure,” Natasha replied, grinning. “I’m here to rob you of your misguided confidence in knowing who I am.”
Wanda gave her a skeptical look, clearly not buying it. “I’m serious. Where’s Natasha? I know she’s not you.”
Natasha chuckled, leaning back a little. “You know what? I’m gonna just sit here and let you think that for now. But when you finally realize I’m Natasha, I’m totally going to bring up the whole ‘spoon’ thing.”
Wanda sighed dramatically, still shaking her head. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Just… don’t do anything weird, ‘Natasha.’” She paused and then added, “Wait, if you are Natasha, why aren’t you kicking me right now?”
Natasha burst out laughing. “You really think I’m just going to kick you all the time?”
“Pretty much,” Wanda replied, now grinning despite herself. “You do seem like the kick-first-ask-questions-later type.”
“Okay, now I’m offended,” Natasha said, clearly still trying not to laugh. “I am the kick-first-ask-questions-later type… just not when you’re, you know, confused and delirious.”
Wanda frowned, still not convinced. “I don’t know… I just don’t believe it.”
“Alright, keep thinking that,” Natasha said with a smirk. “But when you wake up and realize I’m your super awesome girlfriend, I’m going to remind you of this conversation.”
Wanda just rolled her eyes and closed them, still not entirely convinced. “Sure, Natasha. Whatever you say. But seriously don’t get close to me. If she gets jealous, Im blaming it on you.”
“Oh really?” She replied with amusement in her tone. Wanda nodded, plain seriousness on her face. Tick. Tick. Tick.and then Wanda sighs, “Do you possibly know where she is? I really miss her. But don’t tell her that, she’ll take my eyes out with a spoon.”
The stranger (Natasha) looked like her like she just said some out of planet thing, her expression asking if she was serious or not, with another sigh she trailed off. “Please, if you find her tell me… i really miss her.” She was way saddened now. Missing her girlfriend (which was next to her. But she is drunk soo), she then looked up at the ‘stranger’ before trailing off again.
“I miss Natty Batty, i think she looks very pretty and cool. If you help me find my phone i could show you get pictures she’s so cute, she also eats Ramen very loudly but no one dares tell her. She looks so cute in my clothes. Because she is like this tall,” Wanda says smiling as she lowers her flattened hand. “She also loves Action movies sooo muchhh. I always watch it with her, i didn’t like it that much but when i saw that she loved it grew on me.” She stops to take A breath.
“She smells like Cherries, which is a fun coincidence bec my favorite FRUIT IS CHERRIESSS. BUT I LOVE EVERY FRUIT SO I DUNNO. She looks ao cute when she’s grumpy or pouty, and i love it when she threatens me. Because i know that she will never do it and its so cuuuteeeeee, and also her smile. God. Have you seen HER smile? Its way better than anyone else’s” Natasha is basically turning red by now,
“She sounds amazing..”
“There’s more, I also have a very big very very very big big big very secret.” She whisper-yells. Natasha looked at her dumbfounded (clearly Wanda was NOT good with secrets.)
“Okay, well I’m intrigued so tell me.” She said crossing her arms.
“Okay fine but you have to promise me to not tell her.”
“Okay, i promise.” Wanda smiled before going at it again.
“So i have many shirts of her but like i have shirts of other Avengers too but i have many of hers. So when she’s on missions i wear those all the time. But shh thats like top secret that she should NEVER and i mean NEVER find out.” Natasha nods.
“Oh my god, how much i miss my Batasha.” Natasha had tried to not gag but then she realized, This was Wanda she was talking to. her safe place, safe person blah blah blah.yk all that stuff. So what if she called her stupid nicknames when drunk? When she came back from thinking her ass off she saw that Wanda was… crying? Blabbing about how much she misses her.
“Oh, honey I’m sure your Natasha is just fine.” She put up the biggest smile she ever could and looked at the Brunette, who had stopped crying… phew.
oh i started talking too soon.
only to start going at it again.this night was going to be longg.
after a lot of convincing Wanda finally let her hug her.
Then suddenly she feels a finger on her lips, opening her eyes Natasha sees the taller Woman looking at her, focused expression on her face.
“But will yoooo helpp, mee. Find. Natashaa,” that determined expression on her face was enough to melt Natasha’s freaking whole icy heart. she sighed.
”alright, listen.” The younger one was even more focused now, “Natasha.Will.Be.Here.Tomorrow. Okay?” Wanda’s expression immediately saddened, clutching the edge of her newfound hoodie she laid down. Shut her eyes closed and pulled the covers over her body. As soon as Natasha thought she was gonna sleep now, Wanda opened her mouth.
”can you bring me my teddy bear?” As far as Natasha knew, Wanda only had one teddy bear. But the problem was that she called that teddy Mr. Teddy not just Teddy.
Natasha, it’s not that deep. It’s just her personal object. (That she does not want to show you)
Breathing in air she replied. ”yeah, sure. Where is it?”
-
after wanda told her that it was in the ‘secret closet’ she quotes. She went Ahead and Decided to look in Wanda’s closet.
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okay, maybe it was really a secret because she returned five times to ask Wanda the same question. Where WAS THE BEAR.
Okay, Natasha Finally found it, it was hidden very well. Wow good job sober Wanda. bad job Drunken Wanda. When she grabbed it, she took a moment to explore it. It was dark red, looked destroyed but was still clean. One eye was barely showing up, one of its Arm barely popping up out of its place and overall it had a weird vibe to it. It was wearing a black shirt with 4 small pockets on it. Huh. Weird. It somehow looked familiar.
When she finally got back to Wanda she immediately gave the weird Teddy bear to the drunk Woman and sat down next to her carefully, making sure to not upset her.
wanda took her time examining the Teddy bear, when she finally recognized it she hugged it and laid down.
“So that’s it? Nothing else?” Wanda groaned, completely ignoring her and turning around to face the wall. Childish.
When Natasha woke up Wanda was still sleeping, clinging to the bear like a koala. The older woman sighed and got up to go on her morning run, making sure to leave cold water and Aspirin on the bedside after picking up the book Wanda was reading last time she left it there.
after returning, she went in her own room and took a shower to wash off the sweat and dirt off her body and hair. When she returned to Wanda’s room Wanda was still sleeping, completely in a different position: hair was covering half of her face, covers off the bed (the result of Wanda kicking it while sleeping), The pillow Natasha was sleeping on was kept close by wrapping her arm around it.
Natasha would be having love-bombs in her heart right now if she wasn’t so mad at Wanda for drinking so much. She still did but whatever.
she shook the said woman lightly making sure to not hurt her in any way, “Wands, wake up.” Groaning Wanda turned around, burying her face i Natasha’s pillow. God damn it.
“Wanda, Darling wake up please.” No response.
“Fine then-“ Natasha stopped,(for the effect of it of course) “Wanda! Get up, there’s a spider right next to you.” And at that Wanda finally decided to wake up, Immediately jumping in Natasha’s arms.
“Where? where? Natasha don’t put me down- i swear, if you put me down I’m not gonna kiss you anymore” Natasha only laughed in response, of course Wanda didn’t check if there actually was a spider there. She trusted Natasha, besides she was too busy hiding in the crook of Natasha’s neck.
The spy sighed, “Wanda, there is no spider.”
Wanda shakes her head. “yes. Yes, it is.” After fifteen seconds of no one speaking up She looked up.
“There really is no spider? You are evil!” She whined, yet still not budging to get out of Natasha’s hold. “What? It’s not my fault you were not waking up and i needed creative ways to wake you up!” But Still, Wanda pouted at her.
”gosh, my head is hurting. I feel like someone ran over me with a car.” She says rubbing her temple.
Natasha put her down on the bed as soon as the words reached her ears, handing her the aspirin and the water. “Here, have this.” Wanda only looked at her, smiled and kissed her cheek.
“Care to explain Why you and Danvers were drinking last night?” A stern look the redhead gave her immediately fixed Wanda and wide eyes shot up to meet Natasha’s half-glare, half-disappointed look.
after an apology filled with puppy and sad eyes Natasha reluctantly let it go. This doesn’t mean she is weak tho!