Chapter 2
Perhaps I exaggerated my wings when settling on the ground at the entrance to the compound. It felt necessary when there was a group of superheroes staring at me carrying one of the strongest beings on Earth, mouths wide.
I set Wanda down, careful to keep a hold on her as she swayed slightly. I looked at Captain America, and he moved forward. “She was struck hard on the base of the skull, I would suggest checking her for concussion.” Wanda looked up at me as I released myself from her grasp around my neck, pouting slightly. I ducked my head to touch my lips to her ear. “Never fear, I will be with you as soon as I can be.”
He nodded. “Thank you for carrying her.” He looked directly into my eyes as I withdrew my wings. “We are going to talk about this.”
It wasn’t a question, and I nodded as he hooked an arm around Wanda’s waist and began walking her inside. I felt more eyes on me, and cast mine over the rest of the group, landing on the Falcon. I smiled slightly. “I apologise, Falcon, it appears you are no longer the only one with wings in this faculty.”
He sighed, but smiled back. “It was only a matter of time in a world as crazy as ours.” Raising an eyebrow, he began leading everyone back inside. “And call me Sam.”
It was an hour or so until I was summoned by Captain America. To my surprise, Wanda was also present, along with Iron Man and the Black Widow, who was standing rather protectively next to Wanda. There were a few moments of silence before I broke the silence.
“You would like to see them, yes?”
Iron Man rolled his eyes. “No, actually, we were waiting for you to bring us the pizza we ordered.”
Wanda glared at him. “Tony, they saved my life. You could at least be nice.”
Iron Man- Tony, was I allowed to call him that?- held up his hands, but acquiesced. “I’m sorry, yes, we would like to see your wings.”
Breathe in, breathe out, and I stretched out my wings behind me, their full width reaching from one end of the room to the other. I was vulnerable here, but I wasn’t about to let them know that. To show weakness here would be fatal, even when showing what was almost a part of my soul.
I was hesitant in meeting anyone’s eyes, but I could feel Wanda’s soft, comforting aura, and raised my head to gaze at her, focusing on the red ribbons tangling themselves around her fingers in a way not dissimilar to the way her magic did. She was smiling gently at me, and it gave me courage to look at the others.
I could see the gears in Tony’s head whirring, his aura alight with curiosity- his eyes mentally taking apart my wings to see the different parts, no doubt remaking them out of metal. Captain America- again, was I allowed to call him Steve?- looked as if he’d seen the unbelievable; the shock he’d hidden upon first seeing them was now out in the open, matched only by the Black Widow’s own wonder. I almost blushed under the scrutiny.
“…why did you hide this?” The Captain had his hands in his pockets and was looking confused.
“Technically, we are supposed to keep the presence of our wings a secret,” I replied, relaxing my wings so they rested on my back. “They are seen as precious, something to be looked after. There have been tales of wings being removed and experimented on. Some angels don’t even fly.” I thought for a moment. “I suppose like one of those expensive cars in the garage that never sees the light of day.”
The Black Widow stifled a laugh, but had her own questions. “Why do you not treat them like that?”
I held out my hand, and allowed my nails to extend, somewhat painfully, into inky black claws- a sign of my descent. “I am a fallen. I was… more aggressive than my fellow angels, keen to argue and debate and question.” I relaxed my hand, and it shifted back into its human appearance. “I enjoyed flying. The freedom, the wind ruffling my feathers… one day I went too far.”
An encouraging nod from Wanda, and I pressed on. “I was fond of Earth, despite it being filled to bursting with the depraved and foul.” I blinked, suddenly aware of how that must sound. “My sincere apologies,” I placed a hand on my heart. “I merely meant there are some people on Earth who deserve the lowest levels of Hell.”
Wanda jumped in. “I think they mean not us, right?”
Smiling gratefully, I nodded. “The others did not like that I enjoyed a place so full of… people. I was banished. My hands that used to be clasped in… prayer, I suppose you would call it, were burned black. I have almost no memories of the place I used to live. I was banished to Earth.”
It was as if the auras of the four others in the room were reaching out to me, tinged a pale blue in sympathy. While I appreciated the sentiment, I began to feel suffocated in the silence that followed my confession. My wings twitched, my hands were clenched, and there was an idea in the back of my mind that involved me diving out a window and ascending to above the clouds.
Wanda, the all-knowing witch, the woman I couldn’t get out my mind, seemed to sense my unease. She came over and took my hand in hers, placing the other on my cheek to tilt my head towards her, concern flooding her eyes. I assume she said something to the others about this meeting being over, as she led me out the room and down a corridor.
She tugged me into a room and it felt like I’d been smacked in the face. Her aura was everywhere- blanketing the bed, twisting over the mirror, seeping out the clothes thrown on the back of the chair. It took a few seconds for me to realise this must be her room, everything tinted slightly in a warm red.
The grip on my hand tightened for a moment, and I was grounded, Wanda’s hand slightly cold in mine.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry about them, they seem to interrogate people sometimes.” She pulled me over to her bed and sat me down, sitting next to me and placing a hand on my thigh.
“…yes, I am okay.” I shivered as I let my wings vanish, the warmth they provided suddenly absent. “Thank you, Wanda, for letting me leave.”
She squeezed the top of my thigh gently, reassuringly. “You didn’t look okay, I didn’t want you to stay anywhere you didn’t want to be.” She laughed slightly awkwardly. “Sorry for dragging you to my room, I just don’t know where yours is.”
I looked around, able to properly appreciate it now I wasn’t overpowered with the red. “It’s nice. You must spend a lot of time here.” I returned my gaze to her, and found her head tilted slightly. “…Wanda?”
“I haven’t thanked you for saving me.”
I hoped to all that was holy that I wasn’t blushing as hard as I thought I was. “Uh, there’s no need, really.”
She smirked, and leaned the tiniest bit closer. “Of course there is. All that happened to me was a bump on the head. Not even a concussion.” She giggled, and tapped the top of my head playfully.
“What are you getting at, witch?” I teased, smiling despite myself. Wanda stuck out her tongue playfully, and lightly grazed my left temple with her fingers. My mind was thrown back to a few hours ago, me and her on the roof, her arms around my neck, my lips on hers…
My eyes had fluttered shut without my knowledge, and I opened them, suddenly acutely aware that Wanda had dark pinkish lips, curved into a cheeky smirk.
Well, couldn’t have her thinking she had the upper hand here.
I traced my fingers from her hand on my thigh up her arm, along her shoulder and very faintly up her neck until I cupped her face, palm against her cheek. Her aura was swirled with orange, anticipating my every action. I touched the pad of my thumb to her bottom lip, and gently pulled at her ‘til she was centimetres away. I smirked.
“What do you want, little witch?”
She breathed out. “Kiss me.”
“Your wish is my command.” I breached the gap between us and caught her lips in a kiss, searing and powerful. My other hand came up and I cradled her face, keeping her lips sealed against mine. Wanda’s hands clutched at the front of my shirt, pulling at the material. She was intoxicating, smooth and soft.
I trailed my hands down from her face to her waist, gripping her sides and pulling her until she was sat across my thighs, straddling me with her hands still tangled in my shirt. She broke the kiss, and turned away for a moment. I was about to ask what was wrong when I heard the click of a lock. Wanda had locked the door with her magic while sat on my lap.
“My my, that should be an abuse of your power, Miss Wanda,” I raised an eyebrow at her.
She shrugged, grinning. “I have a fallen angel on my bed, I’m not concerned about that.” She pulled me back into a kiss, teeth lightly tugging at my bottom lip. I allowed my lips to part and she slipped her tongue between them. It was as if she thought she was totally in control. How cute.
I let her kiss me as my hands shift down from her waist to her thighs, nudging the long grey shirt slightly up her legs. I made a split second decision and dug my now midnight black fingertips into her clothed thighs, long nails creating indents in her leggings. Wanda broke the kiss and released a shaky breath. Okay, good to know.
As an experiment, I dragged my nails down her legs and oh, how worth the fall was just to hear her moan. I felt drunk off one single sound, and fuck maybe I wasn’t as in control as I thought. Her aura was red and pink and orange and purple and oh heavens above she was beautiful.
I hooked an arm around her waist and flipped us so she was lying under my on her bed, hair splayed and cheeks flushed. I was kneeling between her legs, one hand supporting me by her head and the other pushing up her shirt to rest against her stomach. Wanda reached up and pulled at the collar of my shirt, forcing me to lower myself to kiss her again, deeply and almost desperately. I indulged her, and she dominated the kiss, fingers tangled in my hair and coaxing the breath from my lungs.
Unfortunately requiring air, I smoothly kissed along her jawline and let Wanda take in gasping breaths. My lips pressed again her pulse just under her ear and she relaxed against the bed. I smiled against her skin, and pressed open kisses down her neck. “Wanda?”
It took a second for her to register I’d said something. “…hm? Yeah?”
“May I mark you?” I demonstrated by faintly nipping at her pale throat, and she groaned.
“Yes, please.”
This woman would be the death of me.
I sucked and bit at her neck, earning lightly moans and hands working themselves into my hair. The reds and purples I left in my wake were reminiscent of her aura, flaring with colour and movement. I lifted off her to admire my work; Wanda was breathing heavily, her throat a mess of bruises and shirt halfway up her stomach.
Our eyes met, and I winked, biting my lip. She rolled her eyes and lifted herself onto her elbows. “Go sit.” Wanda pointed at the head of the bed. I rolled off her, and shuffled round so I had my back against the pillows and headboard. I slung an arm behind my head, cocking my head to the side as I beckoned her over.
Wanda crawled back onto my lap, this time fiddling with the hem of my shirt. “Can I…?”
That wouldn’t do. I shook my head teasingly. “That’s not a full sentence, little witch. What do you want?”
She groaned. “Ugh, can I… can I take off your shirt?” She was bright red but so cute.
“Go ahead, sweetheart.”
She caught her breath at the endearment, and obediently pulled up my shirt. I lifted my arms and she tugged it off, throwing it somewhere in the room. In an instant, her own shirt was off, leaving her in a plain black sports bra. I smoothed one hand over her stomach and ribcage, the other anchoring her on her hip. Wanda rested her arms on my shoulders, letting me explore her skin, almost feeling her soul pressing against my hand.
“You’re beautiful, Wanda.”
“Oh please,” she giggled. “You’re a literal angel.”
I pulled her forward, pressing my lips fiercely against hers. She ran her hands down my chest, settling on my hips, and I kissed her with everything I had. I nipped at her lip and she playfully swatted my stomach. I grinned, and repeated my action. She responded by diving for my neck and scattering kisses and bites across my skin. A bite just under my jaw made me tense up, and I moaned, letting my head fall against the headboard and closing my eyes as she sucked a lovebite right there.
My eyes fluttered open as I felt her hips dip slightly, pushing against mine. Feeling her hum at the back of her throat, I let my fingers play along the waistband of her leggings. “Do you want something, little witch?”
Wanda shuddered, and I detected the faintest nod. Not enough.
“Sweetheart, I need you to tell me what you want.” My tone took on a serious note. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to, so I need you to tell me what you want me to do.”
The nod was more confident this time, and she worked her lips up to my ear. “I want… I want you to… touch me,” she breathed. “Please.”
I could only thank the heavens that she didn’t see my eyes roll back at that. I had to get her to plead more.
“What was that?” I teased her, lightly scraping my nails along her lower stomach. “Tell me again, darling, you sound divine.”
Wanda moaned directly in my ear. “Please touch me, god please!”
Fingers tugged at her leggings almost without meaning to, and she lifted herself off my lap to shimmy out them. She returned with knees either side of my thighs, hovering just above me. I brushed my fingertips over her underwear, and she sucked in a breath. I could feel how wet she was through the fabric, and grinned cheekily up at her. “My, little witch, thinking unholy thoughts about a holy being, are we?”
Wanda slapped my chest. “Well maybe if the holy being acted like it, we wouldn’t have this problem.” Her words were harsh but her tone was playful, and lightly flicking over her panties seemed punishment enough for something that was, I admit, somewhat my fault.
I pushed the fabric to the side, and slid my fingers over her, gathering the practically dripping wetness. Wanda’s hands were back on my shoulders, steadying herself. I brushed my thumb over her clit for a moment, revelling in the sweet sounds it brought from her lips.
“I swear, if you don’t do anything in the next two seconds I’m gonna-” Wanda threw her head back as I pushed two fingers into her, hands gripping my shoulders and nails digging into my skin.
I pouted, mocking her. “Aww, I guess we’ll never find out what you were about to threaten.” Wanda didn’t care, only focused on the movements of my fingers.
I memorised her face, flushed and gorgeous. I memorised the sounds she made, the whimpers and whines that could have been a choir. I memorised her aura, the twisting warmth, reds and oranges and purples and pinks that touched every corner of the room until my vision was flooded with her, her, her.
And I filed away those memories to forget, so that each time we did this, she would be new to me.
I whispered encouragement, voice low and soft, my little witch slowly and completely giving in to the pleasure of my fingers.
“That’s it, good girl.” “Look at you, so gorgeous, so wet for me.” “My pretty little witch, doing so well for me.”
Wanda keened at the praise, using all her strength to hold herself up to allow me to keep fucking her with my hand. She was breathing hard, and her hips were moving of their own accord, desperate to feel more.
“…’m close,” she hissed, eyes screwed shut and lip between her teeth. I moved my fingers harder and faster inside her, shifting my other hand from her hip to her lower stomach, my thumb drawing small circles on her clit. She cried out, nails biting into my shoulders hard enough to make me wince at the slight pain. Some delirious, muddled form of begging spilled from her lips, telling me don’t stop, please, please don’t stop, fuck it feels so good, she’s gonna come, for the love of all that’s holy don’t stop-
Wanda let out a choked scream as she released on my fingers, body shaking and sweat dripping from her neck down her chest. She almost collapsed onto me, limp and exhausted. I caught her and shifted her so she was lying on the bed, the cool, untouched part of the sheets a blessing on her hot skin.
I let her breathe, slipping off the bed to wash my hands in her bathroom and get her a cool damp towel. I return to the room to see her sitting up, breathing even and aura calmed down to almost it’s usual red. She smiled up at me. “Hi.”
I laughed lightly. “Hi. You doing okay?”
She nodded, and reached for the towel. I swooped it out of her reach. “No, I caused the mess, I clean it up.”
She rolled her eyes, but lay back and let me clean her, careful not to be too rough. I was directed to her dresser to locate a clean pair of underwear, and tossed them to her.
Wiggling them on, Wanda frowned. “You didn’t get to be touched, that’s not fair.”
I smiled at her, throwing her a new pair of leggings. “Sweetheart, I do not need you to touch me.” I looked at the clock on her wall. “It’s nearly time for dinner anyway. Besides,” I sat next to her, leaning in a kissing her neck one last time. “I would be celibate if it meant I got to experience that again.”
She blushed and pushed me away. I laughed and stood up, holding out my hand. “Come, my little witch, we must replenish your strength.”
Wanda stood, a little shaky, but we made it to the door. “Still,” she mused. “I should return the favour at some point.” She smirked and pulled me out the door.
I followed obediently. Return the favour, huh? Perhaps I should let her in on my shapeshifting…