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"Steve," Wanda called, pushing the door to his bedroom open. They had gotten back from a mission a couple of hours ago and the Avengers were now waiting in the lounge room for the post mission debrief. All of them were there, even Tony who looked as though he would run off to his workshop at any moment. All of them, but the Captain, who insisted on the debriefs. "Steve?"
The shower was running, but as soon as Wanda stepped into the room, it shut off. Steve was probably expecting for someone to come for him. "I'll be right out, Wanda. You can head back to the team if you want."
Wanda nodded. It never occurred to her that he couldn't see her through the bathroom wall, but her attention was caught by something else. Her curiosity seemed to always get the best of her, especially now when she's spotted something on the table by the window. For a small moment, her red hex flowed through her fingers as she thought about bringing the object over to her, but then she decided against it. She had a bad habit of having misfortunes with her magic. Once, she had attempted to bring a hot cup of coffee over to her, but instead Tony had interrupted her and it ended up tipped on his lap.
Slowly, Wanda made her way over to the table and took the object into her hands. It was a drawing. A portrait of two people with their faces merged down the centre. On one side was a soldier with his hair slicked back and a slight smile, almost a smirk. The other side was a completely different man. This man had long, stringy hair, dark smudges around his eyes and a mask covering his mouth. Wanda only just recognised him from the news back in Sokovia. He was the Winter Soldier. And there was one similarity between the two men. The eyes. They had the exact same eyes.
"Wanda?"
She jumped and the drawing fell from her hands. "I... I didn't mean to. It was just sitting there and I..." Her words trailed off as she turned to look at Steve. He was just standing there, rubbing a towel through his hair and wearing only a pair of pants, completely unaware of his bare chest. They had only been together for a few months and he often slept over in her bedroom, but Wanda still found herself speechless every time she saw him shirtless. In an attempt to distract herself, she dropped to her knees, scrambling to pick up the drawing.
Steve chuckled and dropped the towel on the back of a chair, before wrapping his arms around Wanda from behind. "It's okay. I don't mind if you see them."
"What about the others?"
"God no, do you know how they would tease me? Especially Tony and Nat."
Wanda giggled and placed the picture back on the table, before turning back around in Steve's arms to wrap her own arms around his torso. Her hand didn't manage to reach each other, but Wanda didn't mind. She just liked being in Steve's arms. She was completely hidden from everyone in his arms.
"Do you like it? My drawing?" Steve mumbled, pressing a kiss again her hair and running his fingers through her long hair. It was one of his favourite things about Wanda. When they had first met during the battle against Ultron, her hair had been dirty and knotted, but now, it was soft and wavy and one of Steve's favourite things.
Wanda nodded against his skin and tapped her fingers to the beat of Steve's heartbeat on his back. She just wanted to stand in a pleasant silence for a couple more minutes. "It's amazing," she whispered. "You're amazing."
A chuckle vibrated through Steve's chest and he leaned back to stare into Wanda's eyes. He was smiling and his thumb brushed against her cheek. "So are you."
A red blush bloomed in Wanda's cheeks. Slowly, Steve leaned down to press their lips together, but just as they touched, the bedroom door slammed open. Both their heads shot around to stare at the intruder and a dark glare formed on Wanda's face. Not just because she was annoyed, but because she knew it would scare the intruder.
"Cap, please calm your girlfriend," Tony shuddered. "You have a debrief to run and I have a suit to go fix, so finish up lovebirds."
Steve grinned down at Wanda, who smiling back innocently. "Fine, just let me get a shirt on."
Steve pulled away from Wanda and her eyes raised to look at Tony. She was no longer annoyed, but instead embarrassed. And Stark wasn't helping. He was now smirking, no longer scared of Wanda, and waggling his eyebrows at her. Her blush returned, darken than before, and her hands shot up to cover her face.
"And Stark, you can go wait in the lounge room and stop harassing Wanda," Steve called, his voice drifted out of his wardrobe.
Tony winked at Wanda and did a sarcastic, one finger salute towards the wardrobe. "Ay ay, Captain."
Wanda groaned and collapsed onto Steve's bed. "I am never leaving this room again."