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"Sorry, I beat'cha like that, Wanda," you said as you walked into one of the many Avengers Tower living rooms with Wanda Maximoff trailing behind you.
"I let you win," she said.
"Mmm, sure. 'Cause you just love the feeling of being number two," you said flopping on the couch.
Wanda sat down next to you a smile on her face. "You didn't let me win. You're too competitive," you said.
The thing was, you knew the girl liked you. Everybody told you so. You were only at the Avengers Tower for bits at a time to train with Wanda. Both of you had the gift of telekinesis, but you were a SHIELD agent. Knowing that Wanda had a thing for you made you want to mess with her. You took out your phone and clicked on the web browser. "What are you doing? Who's Elizabeth Olsen?" asked Wanda before the search engine itself even loaded.
You rolled your eyes. She thinks her mind-reading skills are so cool. "She's playing you in that movie that's coming out about you guys," you replied, "Here, see."
"She's blonde," mumbled Wanda.
"She can dye her hair," you replied.
"I do not dress like that," said Wanda as she slid to a picture of Olsen on set.
"Yes, you do," you replied, "Costumes are pretty on point."
Wanada scoffed even though she was secretly pining for the red shawl. She was quietly mumbling things to herself about Elizabeth Olsen's pictures before exclaiming, "You think she's pretty!"
You jumped at the sudden outburst. "Yes, alright, sue me!" you said back putting up your hands acting surprised though you knew exactly what you were doing.
"Your mind practically screamed it at me. You're infatuated with her," accused Wanda.
You chuckled slightly- partly because of what you were doing to Wanda and partly because being an English-learner meant using words like "infatuated" instead of "crush on". "It was a good casting choice though. She looks like you," you said.
"I... I do not look like her. I don't even talk like her. You know nothing about her. We're not even the same age," declared Wanda grasping for straws.
"Hmm," you said to yourself.
"She doesn't... She doesn't have mental manipulation, and she can't move objects with her mind like we can... and... and... Wait, you think she looks like me," said Wanda thoughtfully.
"Yeah, and what of it?" you asked innocently.
"You think I'm pretty?" asked Wanda tentatively.
You knowingly smiled to yourself. "Stop it. Tell me," Wanda said slapping your shoulder.
"Hey," you said pushing her off of you, "Can't you just read my mind or somethin'?" You asked.
"Yes, but I don't want..." her voice faltered and broke off.
You straightened up and looked her in the eye. "You are very pretty, Wanda Maximoff," you said.
You could hear her sharp intake of breath before she smiled at you. "And I am pretty late in getting back to SHIELD," you added before lifting yourself off the couch.
Wanda followed you out towards the elevator no doubt trying to get a read on your thoughts. You rolled your eyes again and turned around. "Jeez, Wanda," you said before pulling her in for an unexpected kiss.
When you pulled away her eyes were closed and she leaned forward before realizing you had already retreated into the elevator. "Hey, uh, if Pietro finds about this, tell him not to kill me, 'kay?" you asked standing in the back of the elevator.
Wanda laughed a little and nodded with a smile. "Catch ya later, sweetheart," you said with a wink as the elevator doors closed.