Fulfillment
For a woman that could plan out a tactical attack in a fraction of a second, the hours she’d spend before the younger woman had woken up were spent in frantic terror the second she realized that -outside of missions – she hadn’t ever had the need to plan a date. Or a day of them.
“Here’s an idea,” Tony Starts, as he glares at her over the rim of his mug, watching her pace the kitchen as she ran through another list of ideas. “How about you just ask her what she would like to do.”
Nat stops long enough to stare at him, contemplating the idea, before shaking her head. “No.” She leans on the counter.
“You’re the one that told her you would say yes to whatever she wanted, so let her want.” Normally he’d be more quippy but the caffeine had yet to take effect. He sighs when she shakes her head again. “I’m about to go get Pepper – she’ll know what to do.”
“Do not do that.” She warns, reaching for a mug for herself.
“Have you slept at all?”
“Enough.”
“This is adorable,” He dares to prod at her. “My dislike for the idea at first set aside, of course.”
“Realizing now that you were a dick?”
“When has that ever been in question? Besides you’re the one that interrupted my morning coffee.” He fires back.
“Sometimes I wonder why it is I like you.” She says, not looking up from the counter as she poured her coffee.
Truth be told she held an endearment to the man that not many could rival. She’d been through much with the man. Stood at his side and saw the best of him in the worst of times. He was so much more than the view most of the world held of him. She took a pride in being one of the few to know this man the way she did.
“That was rude.” He says, but dismisses it a moment later, as he switches gears. “The girls been through hell, she came out the other side mostly intact. Still able to love. Fairly sure you could take her for a damned ice cream cone, and she’d be happy.”
“I just want to show her – “
“Show her what? That you’re able to love… that you love her. She knows that – despite your fluffy, oh-so approachable personality – she’s the one for you?” He grins at her. “Stop overthinking this. Ask her what she wants to do and go do it.”
He drains the remainder of his cup before lifting out of the chair. “You’ll be fine.”
He walks away after a quick pat on her shoulder, one that had earned him an annoyed stare.
By the time she’s placing the empty mug into the sink, she’d come up with a tentative plan, one that would start with breakfast in bed. People liked that sort of thing, right?
She’d gone with sometimes simple, bacon, eggs, toast, and orange juice. When she reaches the bedroom door with a tray, carrying two plates, and two glasses – trying very carefully not to spill anything – she regrets not having left it open a crack. She balanced the tray, eyeing it as she slowly reaches for the door handle. She manages to do so, without incident and moves into the room.
Wanda was still fast asleep and looked so comfortable that Natasha almost didn’t want to wake her. Setting the tray near the edge of the bed, she moves to sit on the edge, then gently reaches out to stroke her cheek gently.
After a few moments, the younger woman’s eyes flutter, then slide open. Confusion is the first thing that Nat registers, but the next moment a sleepy smile spreads over Wanda’s face as she looks up at Nat.
How she had gone so long without this feeling of utter contentment, she
“Hey you,” Nat says.
“Mm, morning,” Wanda replies through a stretch. Her brows furrow as she settles back into the pillows, she looks up at Nat. “Do I smell bacon?”
Nat smiles and nods towards the edge of the bed. “Breakfast in bed.” She announces with a small smile, searching Wanda’s face for her reaction. Wanda’s face lights up at her words, and she sits up fully.
“Nat!” She exclaims. “You made me breakfast in bed?” Her words softened with an almost disbelieving smile.
“Well, no, I made it in the kitchen, then brought it to the bed.” Laughed at the look Wanda gave her, and dodged a playful smack sent her way. She uses the movement to reach for the tray, which she places on Wanda’s lap before taking her plate from the tray and sitting back against the headboard.
“This is very sweet,” Wanda says looking at the food that is now resting on her legs. She turns to smile warmly at the older woman, who’s already picker up a piece of her toast. “Thank you.”
Nat chuckles. “Thank me after you taste it. Could be horrible for all I know.”
Wanda knew that she was trying to downplay the sentiment of bringing her breakfast in bed, but wouldn’t allow for it. “Shut up and take my thanks.” She narrows her eyes playfully, and Natasha thinks it the cutest thing she has ever seen – sleep still clung to her, and she was far less aware of her facial expressions when she wasn’t fully awake.
By the time the plates are cleared and the last of the juice is drained from the glasses, Wanda is fully awake, looking to the older woman with a curious look on her face. “There’s more to you than I think I’ll ever have time to know.”
Nat thinks for a moment, stalled on her words. They implied a future that she usually dared no think about – not in their line of work – but she thought of it then. “Guess we’ll have to put that to the test, hmm?”
“We shall,” Wanda replies with such certainty.
“You should get dressed; we’ll get a start to this day,” Nat says suddenly as she reaches across them to take the tray and plates away.
“What do you have planned for the day?” Wanda asks before she can make her escape to the kitchen.
“To be honest, I have no idea.” She says looking over her shoulder, only leaving when Wanda shakes her head at her.
In the kitchen, she finds a smile is still rested on her lips, and she’s entirely comfortable with it.
When she makes her way back into the room Wanda is pulling on a sweater – her sweater – and grins at her like a kid that just got caught taking something they were not supposed to. “So, I stole your sweater.”
“I can see that.” The spy replies. “How is it my clothes look better on you?”
Wanda’s nose crinkles as she ponders the question for a moment, “Well, I am cuter than you, so.”
Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “Fair.”
“So, you said anything I want you’ll say yes to?” Wanda asks suddenly, looking far too pleased with the answer she had yet to give.
“Oh, I want to take it back.” She lies. “But, yes I believe I did.” She steps further into the room. Wanda takes a step toward her, reaching up to rest her arms over Nat’s shoulders.
“So, If I ask to drive your bike, you can’t say no?”
She lets out a long, exaggerated breath, “Not quite what I had in mind, but yes. One condition though.” She laughs at the look that comes over Wanda’s face the realization that she could implement stipulations.
“What’s that?”
“I’m on back the entire time – you know, just in case.”
“And that had nothing to do with the fact that it puts us very close.”
The spy’s brow arches as she reaches out to wrap an arm around Wanda, “I don’t need an excuse to get close to you,” She pulls her close, lips hovering just beside her ear. “not anymore.”
Wanda takes it a step further and presses a kiss to the side of Nat’s neck. “I could ask to just stay here in bed with you all day, and you’d have to agree.”
“Loophole.” Nat grins, pulling back from her. “C’mon, let's get you on that bike before I change my mind.”
No one, not even once, had driven her bike – the one that she refused to take on missions, despite its speed and her control over the thing. She knew that Wanda wouldn’t have asked under any other circumstance, but she would have said yes either way.
“I’m excited.” Wanda detangled herself from Nat and was halfway out the door before the smile could fully form on the spy’s face. She had no idea where this would go, but she was sure that there would be a smile on her face far more often from there on out. She starts to follow, but her phone comes to life in her pocket, informing her that Hill is calling.
Wanda’s face falls at the realization that a mission may interrupt their day before it even starts.
“I’ll meet you down there,” Nat says to her already lifting the phone to her ear. “Romanoff,”
Wanda watches her for a moment but continues when Nat waves her off, hoping that sending her down there would assure her that nothing would screw up their plans.
On the other end of the phone, Maria was telling her there more issues than they would like in cleaning up the mess that Bykov had left for them. He’d had more friends than they would like, and many of them had gone to ground the moment he’d fallen. She didn’t know how they’d found out about his defeat so quickly, but she thought that it was worth looking into.
“Look, Maria, I know this is important – but unless the world is gonna end; I made a promise to a girl.” She ends the call before maria could say anything else – something she was sure she’d hear about later on.
When she steps out the door Wanda is stood there, a sheepish look on her face. “I wanted to make sure everything was okay.” She answers in response to the questioning look Natasha gives her.
“I’d have done the same.” She says simply.
“If it was something you needed…”
“No.” Nat cuts her off softly. “She can handle much more than this – if I am really needed she won’t give me an option. Besides, I say we’ve earned a day off.”
“Yes,” Wanda laughs. “We really have.” She holds her hand out, ‘Shall we?”
She takes the offered hand and doesn’t let go until they are in the garage. She watches as the witch crosses the concrete making a beeline towards her baby. She comes to stop beside it, beaming at Natasha. “Would now be a good time to tell you that I’ve only driven one of these, once?”
“Oh god, this is how I die.” She laments in an exaggerated way.
“I’d like to think I’m not that bad. Besides, if we crash – not that you would let that happen – I’d keep us safe.”
She eyes her for a moment, only being able to hide her smile for a few seconds, before rolling her eyes. “Helmets on.” She warns.
“Safety first.” She agrees, nodding very seriously.
Nat doesn’t comment on the teasing, only reaches around Wanda to pull one of the helmets from where it rested on the handles. Wanda stops her though, leaning in for a kiss. She returns it easily as if it was something they did every day.
“Just around the parking lot?” She asks when she hands Wanda the helmet.
“I was thinking a little further.”
“Of course, you were.”
Ten minutes later Nat has her hands wrapped around Wand, gripping maybe a little too tight, as they sped across the grounds. When she was convinced that they would, in fact, survive this drive she tells Wanda to continue onto the roads.
When they don’t turn towards the city Nat is a little curious as to where they are headed. When she asks, she gets no response, and figures that Wanda is focusing on driving – which she is doing surprisingly well. Well enough that the spy can let herself relax into the other woman.
The bike slows when they enter a nearby community – something small, easily passable on the way to the big city. “Gonna tell me where we’re going?”
“You’ll see,” Wanda replies. They take a turn, into an unassuming parking lot. The building didn’t look like much – a run-down hole in the wall bar from what Natasha could tell – and Wanda looked happier than ever to be there when as slides off the bike after Nat.
“Didn’t take you for the dive bar sort?” She asks, still staring at the bar.
“Oh, we’re not here for the bar.” The look Natasha gives her only makes her laugh. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” She answers without hesitation.
“Then follow me.” They round the side of the building, away from the main entrance and she’d more confused then. Where on earth was this girl leading her? When they reach the other side of the building there’s another door, obscured from view – and she found herself wondering how in the world the younger woman had even known it was here in the first place.
Nat’s brow raises as she reads the sign on the door, “An arcade?”
“An arcade.” Wanda nods.
“How did you even know this was here?”
Wanda laughs as she holds the door open. “You’re far too suspicious, Agent Romanoff.”
Nat pouts at the because it wasn’t an answer, and she very much would like one. Not that she didn’t trust her, but as far as she knew the only exploring that Wanda had done since arriving was with one of them – and as far as she knew no one on the team would know about this.
When they are both inside, with the door shut behind them, a young man greets them from behind the counter that lines one of the walls. He’s surrounded by cheap toys that would require far too many tickets to get, and looked like he would rather be anywhere but there.
“I was having a rough day a little while after coming here, Darcy was visiting Tony – something to do with Thor I’d guess. She basically told me to get off my ass and go have fun. Then she brought me here. I was miserable but happier than I had been since…”
She didn’t need to finish that sentence because Natasha knew where it was going. She slides her hand into Wanda’s as if to comfort her without interrupting.
“I remember thinking that if I were not so wrapped up in my pain that I’d really enjoy it here – I’d always seen arcades in the movies and shows we would watch growing up. Then I thought I would like to bring you here.”
She smiles then, and lets Wanda drag her to the counter to purchase some tokens. With the tokens in hand, the first game they go to – or Nat is pulled to, more accurately – is the air hockey table the looked like it should have been retired in the nighties. When the air comes on, and the table hums to life that fact is only cemented further.
“I think this thing is going to blow up,” Wanda comments as she slides the disc towards Natasha to start the game.
“If I am taken out by a musted game, I’m going to haunt you,” Nat warns as she sends the disc back towards Wanda, who returns it easily. Three, for, five the dis slides back and forth across the table – occasionally bouncing from side to side – it’s one of those times that Wanda quickly hits it, sending it faster this time.
Despite more effort than she would let on to, Natasha isn’t able to stop it and hangs her head in defeat for a moment. Her eyes narrow in challenge when she looks up to Wanda who’s grinning like the damned Cheshire cat.
“Alright, little witch, if that’s how it going to be.”
“You should just give up now,” Wanda replies, eyes already on the disc Natasha is about to send her way.
Nat concedes when the score is lead by Wanda. “You win this one.” She warns.
“Just this one?” Wanda grins.
“You’re far more competitive than I would have thought.” Nat voices as Wanda is already eyeing up their next game.
“I was born a twin.” Is the only answer she receives as Wanda tugs on her arm to pull her towards what appears to be a racing game. “These look fun.”
Nat stares down at the racing bikes – or what was supposed to resemble them – mounted to a stand. “You do realize we have the real thing sitting outside, yeah?”
“Oh, we do, but if I were to drive that like this game, I feel like you would kill me.”
Nat’s brows knit together in thought before her lip raises and she shrugs. “That’s fair.”
“I think I may have an advantage here,” Natasha states as she throws a leg over the closest bike. “Though this feels nothing like the real thing.”
Wanda mimics her action, slipping onto the bike easily. She doesn’t add coins right away though, instead leans over to press a quick kiss to Nat’s lips. “Good luck, darling.”
She was realizing that she liked seeing this carefree version of Wanda. Nat kisses her again.
When the game starts Natasha realizes that this is nothing like the real thing and puts far too much effort into it, something that does not go amiss to Wanda.
In the end, Wanda won one round to Natasha’s winning two.
They played more games, some together, somewhere Natasha was content to sit back and watch the other woman play. Taking careful consideration to commit this happiness to memory. Without the imminent threat of death, Wanda seemed so soft.
After a few trips back to the boy behind the counter to get more tokens, this time, they are headed to cash in. Nat surveys the options as Wanda does the same beside her. Cheap toys that certainly wouldn’t have been worth what the coins had cost, to be sure.
Beside her, Wanda lights up catching sight of an enormous stuffed bear on the top shelf.
“How much for him?” Wanda asks the boy, who glances up behind him.
“300 tickets.” Wanda frowns at that, having just over half of that.
Below the bear, on the next shelf down, there were smaller versions.
“We could get two of those,” Nat suggests.
Wanda warms at the idea of having matching prizes.
“Two of those please,” Nat tells him. He nods, reaches for two dark brown bears, with matching red bow ties.
“I’ve never been to an arcade” Nat admits as they step out the door into the early afternoon sun. “Outside of movie theatre games in the lobby that is.” She looks over to Wanda who beams at the idea that she’d given Natasha a first in something.
“We could make a thing of coming here?” Wanda suggests with a smile.
“You just want to come back and get that big ass bear.” Nat grins over at her as they reach where the bike was parked.
“Yes.” She doesn’t try to deny it at all.
“Where to now?” She asks as Wanda tucks the bears away in the side pockets of the saddlebag.
“You pick this time,” Wanda says when she can’t immediately come up with something.
Hours later Wanda was leaning into Natasha as they crossed a walkway running along the Hudson River. They’d spent the afternoon wandering around NYC, finding little things to do. That was where Wanda had spotted an ad for kayaking on the Hudson while they ate ice cream – and once she got the idea in her head Natasha knew they’d be on the river by day's end.
“Thank you for today, it’s been perfect.
Nat threw an arm over Wanda’s shoulder, pulling her in closer. “Days not over yet, babe.”
It was silly, but the pet name sat well with her, and she could tell that Wanda liked it very much, if the way she perked at the name was anything to go by.
“Oh, I think that’s it,” Wanda says suddenly when she sees people with kayaks heading towards the water.
“Let’s go, I don’t imagine there will be much more time left,” Nat says, realizing that the sun is starting to dim overhead.
Wanda stops in her tracks, causing Nat to have to turn to look at her. “What are you doing.”
Wanda grins wide. “We’re going to get to see the sunset on the water.”
Nat rolls her eyes playfully, playing into her stoic nature – one that she had betrayed more times than not throughout the day – and laughs. “Yes, you cheeseball. Now come on before we miss it.”
With the exception of loading into the two-person kayak, where Wanda Natasha had almost upended them both into the water, all was going well. Nat paddles out, following two other groups of people into the water.
Wanda had asked if Nat could paddle, wanting to simply take in the view – and of course to cuddle into Nat, with her back pressed into her front as they floated on the water.
Being who they were, they had easily convinced the guide to allow them to travel away from the group. Really how much trouble could they get into on the water? In the event they went under Natasha swam well – in rougher waters than this – and Wanda could lift them out of the water with nothing more than her mind.
AS the sun started setting Nat steered them towards it, but Wanda stops her. “Put the sun behind us,”
“Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of watching the sunset?” Nat says into her ear but does as she’s told.
“I know that, but I want a picture. It’s beautiful out here. And I just want something to remember it by.” She says softly, letting her head rest against Nat’s chest.
“Cheesball.” She teases again. Setting the paddle across their laps Nat slips her arms around Wanda’s waist, wondering just how she’d gone this long in life without this feeling.
“Shut up and smile.” She lifts her phone, adjusts slightly, and snaps a couple of photos.
“There, can I turn us around now?” Nat asks quietly.
“kiss me first?” Wanda asks, turning her head enough for Nat to be able to lean down to kiss her. Which she does and squeezes her gently as she pulls back.
“Got it,” Wanda says triumphantly, holding her phone out to show she’d snuck a photo of this kiss. With the sun setting behind them.
“I don’t know how many times I can call you a cheeseball today. Though, that is a nice picture.” She admits, staring at it for a moment longer before shifting to turn them around.
“Oh wow.” Wanda breaths at the sight before them, a sentiment that the older woman shares. The sun reflected off the water – a mirrored, distorted image of the beauty above it.
“I’d like to end every day like this,” Nat says, eyes still on the sky.
Wanda looks up to her. “On the Hudson?”
Nat looks down, expression softer than Wanda had ever seen it, and she smiles. “With you.”
“Deal,” Wanda says before leaning into her again.
It was well after dark by the time they reached home, thankfully no one seemed to be around, because Natasha didn’t plan on stopping for small talk. The day had been long, wonderful, but long, and she needed a shower.
Once inside her room – with Wanda in tow – she drops all the things they’d acquired over the day. Little mementos Wanda had called them. Then she grabs some clothes, telling Wanda she would be right back.
She hadn’t been under the spray of water long before she hears the door creak open, and Wanda step into the room. At first, she thought that the younger woman may just have to use the bathroom, but when the curtain is pulled back, and she’s met with the sight of a very naked Wanda.
Without saying a word, she steps in, closing the distance between them to slip her arms around Nat’s neck. “May I join you?”
“Can’t really say no, can I? Nat says quietly with a smirk on her lips.
“Of course, you can.” Wanda supplies. She searches the older woman’s eyes intently, looking for any sign that she was overstepping.
The only answer she receives is Natasha reaching behind her, sliding her hands up her back and pulling her flush against her. Wanda moans at the contact, almost inaudibly.
With darkened eyes and parted lips Nat leans in to kiss her, not bothering to hold back where she had before. When Wanda’s hold tightens on her she lets her hands slide down, gripping her ass to pull her in closer.
Wanda lets out sound, muffled by the kiss, and it only serves to send Natasha over the edge. There as nothing holding them back, not now, and there was no doubt in her mind that Wanda wanted this – her - as much as she did.
“Turn around.” She commands gently when they pull apart.
Wanda, with trusting eyes, does as she’s told. Nat leads the younger woman’s hand to the stabilizing bar on the wall and instructs her to hold it. She planned on making the younger woman’s legs quake and wanted to ensure that she would have something to keep her upright.
When Wanda has a grip on the bar with one hand Nat presses herself against her back, reaches around and wastes no time in pulling her fingers through her folds, finding that the witch was already soaked – and it had nothing to do with the water falling on them. Her other hand slides up Wanda’s stomach, and she takes note of the feeling of Wanda’s muscles jumping under her fingers. Continuing, she takes hold of her breast, toying with the nipple between her fingers.
Wanda lets her head fall back on Nat’s shoulder as her eyes fall closed, letting herself get lost in everything that was happening. Nat holds her close, leans forward slightly, and circles Wanda’s clit with two fingers, drawing more delectable sounds from the younger woman.
“Fuck, Nat.”
Hearing her name fall from Wanda’s lips in such a way drove the spy to pick up her pace, circling harder and faster until Wanda’s breaths came out faster, her chest rising and falling as he muscles started ignoring the control she had over them.
Moments later Nat is the one that lets out a moan when Wanda pleads, asking for more. Without much thought slips around her quickly, putting herself between the back wall that Wanda had a hold on, and the younger woman.
She looks up, catching the look Wanda was giving her as she stared down at her. She lifts Wanda’s leg, hooks it over her shoulder before leaning in to slide her tongue up the length of Wanda. She hums in response to the moan it pulls from the witch before reaching up to slide two fingers into her without warning.
“Oh fuck.” Wanda exclaims, her free hand immediately tangling in Natasha’s wet hair.
She finds a quick pace before continuing with her tongue, switching between sucking and flicking her clit. It didn’t take long to figure out just what movements drove Wanda crazy enough to call out her name over and over.
When she feels Wanda’s walls start to tighten around her fingers, she pushes a little harder, and sucks hard, flicking the tip of her tongue quickly.
“Nat fuck.” She lets out a strangled moan. “Don’t stop!”
So, she doesn’t. Moments later Wanda comes undone. Her grip on the bar tightens as the orgasm rocks through her in waves.
The spy pulls back wanting to see the final moments of Wanda coming back to her. She’s not disappointed in what she sees and lets a lazy smile pull over her face. Pulling herself upright she leans in and kisses her softly.
She slips around Wanda after a moment, letting the spray of the water hit her back.
When Wanda turns to smile at her she shivers and steps back under the water further, making the younger woman chuckle. “Though I’m not sure I can walk just yet, how about we take this to the bed.”
“Lead the way, little witch,” Nat says already reaching for the towel she had hanging outside the shower.
Though the bed hand been the intended location when Natasha doesn’t make it past the dresser. Wanda had stopped her, backing her up against the cold wood as she kissed her. Nat lets out a moan when Wanda nips at her bottom lip.
“Mm, this isn’t the bed, little witch.” She points out.
“I have no self-control, sue me,” Wanda says as she starts walking back towards the bed, never taking her eyes of the older woman.
Nat’s mouth falls open, but words fail her as she takes in the sight before her. There was nothing that she could come up with, so she did the next best thing. Followed the younger woman to the bed.
When she’s within reach again Wanda reaches out, pulls her close, and then turns them around.
When Natasha is settled on the bed, one arm slung behind her head, Wanda climbs across the bed and sits between Nat’s legs. Without hesitation she reaches out with her index finger, trailing it down the full length of Nat’s abdomen, slowly, until she reaches her goal. The moment she feels her finger drag over the older woman’s clit, Nat stiffens – ever so slightly – and closes her mouth against the moan.
Wanda arches a brow at that, smirking at the unspoken challenge. If Nat wanted to hold back her reactions, she’d just have to work a little harder. So, she repeats the action a couple of times. With more effort each time it happens Nat finally lets out a quiet sound.
AS much as she would like to be able to take her time, Wanda isn’t able to hold back, and leans in quickly, flattening her tongue over Natasha’s clit at the exact moment she slips two fingers into her.
Nat glances down, wanting to keep the image of Wanda between her legs in every detail. Wanda looks up at the same moment and she lets her eyes fall closed then. There was no point in trying to control a situation you were meant to be very much enjoying.
Wanda, though inexperienced, found all the spots that caused the older woman to arch into her, to call out into the room, and stuck to them. She drew it out, keeping a slow, steady pace to her thrusts.
“Wanda, please.”
“Mm, please what?” Wanda husks out, and Nat almost moans at just the sound of that question.
“Harder, faster.” She pleads.
Having Black Widow begging beneath you was certainly something self-assuring, Wanda thought as she watched Nat lifts her hips, attempting to create more friction, deeper thrusts.
Not wanting to deny her, the witch gives in, quickly thrusting in and out, stopping only for a moment to insert a third finger. This was slightly harder, but Nat immediately cried out her name, hips lifting again. By the time her forearm starts burning under the exertion, Nat has the sheet fisted in her hand, pulling on it in some sort of attempt to keep her grounded.
Wanda watches and notices the exact moment that an orgasm hits her lover. Her brows knit together, her muscles tightened to the point of shaking, and her head pushes back into the pillows.
“Fuck, Wanda.” Wanda thought she was coming down, and not wanting the sight to end, she bends down flicking her tongue over and over again, curling her fingers, bringing Natasha straight into another body shaking orgasm.
Natasha’s voice fails her this time, it’s all she can do to keep her breathing in control enough not to pass out entirely.
“Wanda, babe.” She reaches down, pulling the younger woman away from her clit. “You keep doing that and I’m not going to be able to breathe at all.” Her words came out in a breath, it was not hard for Wanda to tell that she was attempting to regulate her breathing.
Nat smiles softly, muscles still jumping, and tells her to come up to her.
When Wanda moves to lay beside her, she slips an arm around her waist, and the younger woman rests her head on Nat’s chest.
“I love you.”
Wanda grins, letting her eyes fall closed as she listens to the beating of her girlfriend’s heart. “I love you too.”
They fall asleep like that, and only move when Natasha wakes sometime later wondering why it was so cold. She manages to get the blanket out from under the younger woman without waking her fully, and returns to her spot on the bed – this time under the blanket – and wraps Wanda in her arms.
She falls asleep with the thought that she’d finally found something she never thought she would have on her mind.