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"Wanda?"
"Hmm?"
Judging by the way your girlfriend's gaze was still on the bowl of ice cream you two were sharing and not on you, you knew her attention was more on figuring out how much ice cream she could eat than you.
"Wanda."
You let out a quiet laugh when one of her brows raise at the repeat of her name. A playful glint in her eyes as she meets your gaze, and you raise your own brows in return.
"Y/N."
"Marry Me."
Okay, maybe asking your girlfriend a life changing question when she had a mouthful of food wasn't the best idea but hey, what can you do?
You pat her back to help calm down the coughs that left her throat, quickly jogging to the kitchen to grab her a glass of water.
She downs half of the glass as soon as you hand it to her, her face flushed as she looks at you.
"What did you just say?"
"Marry me." You repeat without missing a beat.
You don't really know what came over you to suddenly blurt out the question, but when you know you know, right?
Your impulse control wasn’t exactly the best (to be completely honest Wanda was mostly the reason why you didn't just do this off of a whim every other day) and you found it easier to just say what was on your mind.
"But why?"
"Ouch, you really know how to cut a girl deep, moya lyubov."
You put a hand on your chest and give her the best hurt expression you can muster up, even though it's clear to both of you that it's only a joke.
She rolls her eyes at your antics, putting the bowl she was holding onto the table in front of her before turning to face you once more, a more intense expression on her face.
"Seriously though? You really want to marry me?"
You don't hesitate to nod your head. You didn't need telepathic powers to know exactly where her mind has gone when you see her hesitate for a moment.
"Why?"
You can see the genuine question in her eyes and you reach over and take her hands in your own, squeezing gently while you gave her the most reassuring smile you could muster up.
"Because…you deserve someone who loves you, who isn't afraid to tell you that they love you; someone that tells all their friends about you and takes your pictures wherever and whenever, just so they have something to look at when they miss you.
"You deserve someone who'll gladly lose sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you and how beautiful you are all the time. Because you deserve to be loved, Wanda, and I want to be the one to do all those things with you."
You don't take your eyes off of her for a single moment during your spiel, and neither does she.
"For as long as you want me to be right here, right next to you, showing you just how much I love you."
If you weren't so bent on getting Wanda to see just how serious you were, you would've laughed at her stunned expression. Moving impossibly closer to the point that she was practically sitting on your lap, bowl of ice cream long forgotten, she wraps her arms around your neck.
"Ask me again, Y/N."
You grin at the sternness of her voice, your arms encircling around her waist as you meet her eyes.
There wasn't anything in the universe that could tear you away from the woman in front of you.
"Wanda Maximoff, will you marry me?"