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“Wanda, what the hell was that?! You can’t just kidnap me!” You yell at a naked Wanda who is too busy freaking out at the fact that she was 8 feet tall and green to notice the slight breeze.
“I am so sorry. I don’t know how it happened. They were threatening to take you away and I was just getting so angry and everything happened so fast, it’s a blur. I didn’t-”
“Okay, Wanda. Breathe,” you interrupt. Yelling at her wasn’t going to help anyone and you didn’t need her new alter ego to make another appearance and make the situation worse.
You want to hold her to calm her down but you don’t think that would be called for at the moment. So you just ask her to copy you as you breathe in and out deeply. Once she’s calmed down enough, you tell her, “I appreciate the apology and I know everything is confusing right now, but we’ll figure it out together, okay?”
She nods. You look around. You are very much in the open but fortunately for a very exposed Wanda no one is around.
“Now, let’s get you some clothes. Let’s not add indecent public exposure to the kidnapping, yeah?”
Wanda looks down at her body and sure enough, she’s very naked. With all the commotion, she hadn’t noticed her clothes had ripped off and were scattered on city blocks. She blushes and tries her best covering up. You take off your jacket and remembering you have a sports bra on, you take your shirt off too, offering them to Wanda.
She snatches them from you quickly, trying her best not to reveal anything, again. “Thank you. Can you turn around?”
“Are you serious?”
She gives you a look that tells you she is very serious. You roll your eyes playfully and turn around dramatically. As she changes into your clothes, she jokes, “Hey, I guess now we’re even.”
You know she’s referring to the first time you stepped foot on the 87th floor, very naked, for everyone to see. You scoff, “This isn’t even close to being even. If I recall correctly, you had me pinned down ready to end me and Bruce, Nat, and Tony were there for the show.”
“So what I’m hearing is you want me naked under you. Oh! And with an audience,” she says. You choke on your words and she giggles, coming around to face you. She’s entirely too pleased with herself.
“Let’s go smartass,” you manage to say, bumping into her shoulder as you begin your walk back to the tower. She chuckles and jogs to catch up with you. You make your way out of the park Wanda took you both to. You see people and they are staring at Wanda, which made sense since it’s evident by the way she’s using the zip up sweater as a skirt that she isn’t wearing anything under.
“Maybe we should go invisible,” you suggest.
“You couldn’t have thought of that before people saw me like this?” she complains, motioning to her apparel.
“Sorry if my brain is a little slow. I’m still recovering from the way you manhandled me, grabbing me like I was a sack of potatoes,” you defend yourself.
“I’m never going to live that down,” Wanda whines.
“It happened like 20 minutes ago. Give it a moment,” you tell her, reaching out to grab her hand. She allows you to hold it and do your thing but the thing doesn’t seem to happen.
“Any day now, Y/N,” she mutters.
“I’m trying. I don’t know why it’s not working. I can’t even get myself to disappear,” you explain. Then you realize you know what is happening. You just never thought it could happen. You release her hand. “Oh, no.”
“What?” asks Wanda.
“Yeah, unless you learn how to do it right now, we’re just going to have to walk back like this.”
“Why?”
“Because it seems you’ve taken my power and all the abilities I acquired with it,” you inform her.
“What?!”
“It’s the only logical explanation I can come up with. My powers aren’t working and all of a sudden you can go Wanda Smash in the conference room. My guess is the last time I gave you your abilities back, I gave you a little extra. Come on, let’s keep walking,” you order.
She follows close behind you. She stays quiet, mulling this over, and a quick solve comes to her head. “Wait, can’t I just give it back to you? Problem solved.”
She tries to grab your arm but you swing it out of the way. She stares at you, confused. You shake your head. “We don’t know how this works. This is the first time this has happened. We don’t know that I can return Bruce’s ability back to him. Maybe it has to be you because you took it. So let’s wait until we get back. Safer than sorry. I’d really hate to be stuck with that ability. I don’t think my bank account could handle having to buy new clothes after every time I get riled up.”
Wanda runs her fingers through her hair in frustration. She takes a deep breath before she agrees with your reasoning. When you finally reach a sidewalk, you grab a taxi to take you and Wanda back to the tower.
“Stark Tower, please.”
The ride is silent for the most part. There is one little incident where the taxi driver gets a bit distracted staring at you or rather your body through the rear view mirror. Wanda notices this and feels herself getting upset. You see this and worry about this turning into another problem.
“Sir, the light,” you tell him. A car honks, snapping him out of it and he quits staring at you. You rest your hand on her sweater clad thigh and try to calm her down. She looks at you and reading the look you return, she takes a deep breath and unclenches her jaw. Though she visibly relaxes and the rest of the ride is uneventful, you practically dive out of the taxi when you get there.
There is a crew cleaning up Wanda’s mess already. You both look up to check the damage. You whistle. “Holy shit.”
She snorts. You look at her with an arched eyebrow. She smiles, “*Hole*-y shit.”
You face palm. “That was terrible. Come on. Let’s go fix this.”
You start walking forward, but you stop when you don’t feel her presence. She is still standing where you left her. She looks scared to go back inside. You walk back over to her. “Hey, come on. It’ll be okay.”
“What if they take you?” Wanda voices her worry.
“Then you and the team will find a way to get me back. Okay?” You start to head inside again but she stops you needing to say something. “Y/N, I don’t want you to go.”
You can’t help but smirk and look up at the hole. “Yeah, I think you made it pretty clear.”
“No, I mean, if they do take you, I don’t want you to go without knowing how I feel… about you,” she says, voice full of urgency like if she doesn’t do this now, she won’t ever build the courage to do it. “I like you. Like I *really* like you. I think I might even love you. Sorry, was that coming on too strong?”
You chuckle, “I think you passed ‘too strong’ when you snatched me and jumped out of a 93 story building.”
She flushes at your teasing and averts her gaze to the ground, but if she had stayed looking at you, she would see the adoration on your face and your soft smile before you say, “I really like you too.”
The speed at which she looks back at you with hope in her eyes makes you giggle. She asks, just to make sure, “Really?”
“Really, really,” you confirm. “But-”
“But?”
Her eyes dim a little and you rush to continue, “But as much as I want to kiss you right now, we should probably sort out the power stuff and figure out if I will be staying here or in a supermax prison.”
“Don’t joke about that, Y/N,” she says, not finding it humorous. “But I guess you’re right.”
“Always am,” you joke. “Now let’s go. We should save some shred of dignity and put on some clothes.”
You both head inside, giving people awkward smiles when they stare at you. It seems Micheal is working today. He rushes towards you to inform you, “Y/N. Wanda. There you are! I-”
His words get stuck when he sees Wanda’s makeshift outfit and deduces that she isn’t wearing anything underneath. You notice his stare and clear your throat to bring him back to focus. “Micheal?”
“Oh,” he blinks rapidly and remembers himself. “I should inform you that Mr Stark sent people to look for you.”
“Are the government people still up there?” you ask.
“Um, no they left not too long after Mr Stark’s lawyers arrived,” he tells you.
Wanda relaxes at the news. She smiles gratefully at him, “Thank you, Michael.”
He blushes under her stare and sputters, “O-of course, Wanda. Anything for you- I mean just doing my job.”
You bite your cheek, trying not to laugh, but it doesn’t last. You finally let out your giggles in the elevator. Wanda turns her head to you, wondering what is so funny. You answer by repeating in a dreamy voice, “*Anything for you, Wanda*.”
She rolls her eyes at your teasing. “He did not say it like that.”
“You’re right. I didn’t put enough emotion into it,” you reply sarcastically. She shakes her head and you decide to tease her further. “You know he has a crush on you, right? Like an enormous crush on you.”
She smirks at you, “Is someone jealous?”
You return the cocky smile when you respond, “Why would I be when I know it’s me you *really* like?”
She blushes adorably but you can’t stare at her longer because you arrive on your floor. You step out to see some of the team there waiting for you both.
“Oh my god! You’re here. What was that?” Nat notices you first.
“What happened? Are you okay?” Steve steps forward. He is about to touch Wanda but you quickly step in between.
“Wait! No one touch Wanda right now,” you demand.
“So, it’s true. She has your abilities and now she also has mine,” Bruce states.
“Yep. I don’t know how the first part happened. That’s actually new. I haven’t taken mine back because we didn’t-”
“Didn’t know if you could return that to me,” Bruce finishes for you. “That makes sense.”
“Okay, so can we just reverse all this so it goes back to normal or our normal, please,” Steve asks.
Wanda holds out her hand for Bruce to take, but he backs away. She stares at him confused. He says, “I don’t know. I finally have a break from having that guy around all the time. Maybe you could hold on to him longer?”
Wanda looks shaken. She didn’t want to do that. Just a few hours with Bruce’s alter ego and look at all the damage she’s done. She doesn’t know if she could do it.
Everyone can see Wanda internally freak out, so Bruce takes pity and tells her he’s joking. “I’m just kidding!”
Everyone sighs in relief. He scoffs, “Hey, I can be funny too. Nat told us what you did so I thought it only serves you right.”
“You’re an ass,” Wanda mutters and everyone laughs, you being the loudest one. They hold hands and like every time you’ve done it, it doesn’t look like anything special.
“How do we know if it worked?” Steve asks.
“We can try to make them angry,” you suggest. “Or maybe push him off the building and see if he turns.”
“Uh, no,” Bruce says immediately.
“We’d have Wanda catch you, obviously, if you don’t turn,” you reply.
“I mean it’s not necessary. It worked,” he says.
“How do you know?” Nat asks.
“I can just feel it. Like I felt a weird emptiness when he wasn’t there but I feel him again,” Bruce explains.
Next up is you and Wanda. You hold her hand just like Bruce did, but you actually test out your powers to see if they are back. You use your go to power of invisibility. Holding up both hands, you see them and then you don’t. Wanda makes sure she has hers as well, playing with some energy floating at the palm of her hand.
“Now that that’s solved, on to the next problem,” Nat sighs.
As if on cue, you hear the elevator door open and see Tony step out with Rhodey. He gets right to business. “Rhodey, tell them who’s the man.”
“You’re serious?” he replies.
“He won’t say, so I will. Obviously, *I* am the man. Sabrina, Casper, don’t worry. Everything is taken care of. You can stay or go or whatever you wanted to do,” Tony declares.
Everyone looks at you to see what you decide. “How can I go now when I just got a nickname from the man?”
“This kid gets it,” Tony says proudly, patting you on the back. “You just need to sign a few papers to make this all official. Welcome aboard.”
Everyone congratulates you on becoming a permanent member. You thank everyone sincerely for the support and sticking up for you when the government officials threatened to take you.
“There is no need to thank us. You are a part of this team and we stick up for each other,” Steve says.
The elevator opens once more. Sam steps out already talking, “I looked everywhere. I found some of Wanda’s clothes but- hey!” Sam finally notices you and Wanda in the room. “How long have you been here?”
“Like half an hour,” you shrug.
“And no one bothered to let me know? I was looking everywhere for you two. Here are your clothes, Wanda.” He dumps what looks more like scraps of cloth than clothing at her. She lifts up a piece that you think was her shirt. Despite having all the pieces, you’re not sure it’s salvageable.
“Don’t worry. We can fix it. I’ve gotten pretty good at sewing things back up,” Bruce assures her.
“I think this calls for celebration,” Tony announces.
“Of course it does. What doesn’t?” Rhodey says sarcastically.
“That’s the spirit! Everyone get changed, specifically these two troublemakers in front of me, and meet back here in 10,” Tony demands before heading back to the elevator.
Everyone disperses, agreeing that a drink right now didn’t sound so bad. Before you can grasp the handle to your door, Wanda pulls you along with her to her room. She tells you to sit on her bed and wait there while she changes. She throws her ripped clothes on her dresser before looking for actual clothes to wear.
“Wanda, I need to change too,” you tell her.
“Here, you can wear this.” She tosses you one of her sweaters before grabbing what she needs and heading to her bathroom to change. You throw it on and laugh, making sure she can hear you. “Already staking a claim on me, huh?”
“What? Never!” she denies but you can hear her giggles behind the door and then she comes out still wearing your shirt but now with your sweatshirt on properly. You smile seeing her so comfortable in your clothes.
“Although you look great in my clothes, don’t you think it might give people the wrong impression?” You quirk an eyebrow.
“And what impression is that?” she challenges, tilting her head.
“That you’re staking a claim on me,” you answer cheekily. “And I absolutely can’t have that.”
“Why is that?”
“Haven’t you heard? Someone on the team really likes me and I can’t have her think I’m taken,” you reply, smiling when she rolls her eyes at your choice of words.
“Is that so?” she shakes her head at your playfulness.
“Yep. And I don’t want her looking elsewhere because I *really* like her too,” you say sincerely.
She steps closer to you and reaches for your hand, squeezing it, before pulling it to wrap around her waist. “I don’t think you have to worry about that. I hear she’s got it bad.”
“Poor Michael is gonna be crushed,” you joke, bringing your other hand on her hip and pulling her closer. She puts one hand on your shoulder and the other behind your neck.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she demands before doing the work herself and leaning in to kiss you. You pick up the slack and you kiss her back, happily.