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You've had a thing for Wanda Maximoff since the day you met her. It was hard not to like her when she looked so cute struggling to open the door to one of the offices at the Avengers facility or the Avengers compound as others would call it She grumbled quietly to herself in another language but you could tell she was cursing at the door. You went to help her when it seemed like she was three seconds away from knocking the door down.
“Here, let me help,” you piped up, rushing over to pull the door open for her. She facepalmed, sighing, “I’ve been pushing the whole time.”
You chuckled, “It happens to all of us. Especially in this building. I don’t know who was in charge of the doors, but clearly they didn’t get the memo. When you go into a room, the door is supposed to swing into the room.”
“Yes! Thank you,” she readily agreed.
You remembered you had a job to do. You smiled at her and offered, “Well if you have trouble with a door again, I’m Y/N and I’m usually working right over there.”
Wanda followed your finger that was pointing to another door down the hall. “Hopefully, I won’t need to but thank you. I’m Wanda.”
You are terrible with names, but you knew this was one that would stick with you. You let her go with a “It was nice to meet you, Wanda. I’ll see you around.”
You spent all afternoon thinking about the pretty brunette. It distracted you from working but since your job was creating aliases and no mission was coming up, you didn’t worry about wasting an afternoon just staring at your screen while your head was somewhere else.
A knock on your door startled you. You called out, “Come in.”
You sat up straight, typing nonsense on your keyboard to appear busy with work. “Oh, sorry. You look busy.”
Your head whipped up at the sound of Wanda’s voice. She gave you an apologetic look before making her way back out but you stopped her. “Hey, no. I’m not really doing much. Did you need help with another door? Did you try pulling it?”
She rolled her eyes at your teasing remark. You laughed. “I’m just messing with you. Did you need help with something though?”
She blushed almost like she was embarrassed. “It’s my third day here so I don’t know where things are yet.”
“And you’re lost,” you assumed. She smiled sheepishly and nodded. You assured her, “Don’t worry. A compound like this with so many hallways can be intimidating, but you’ll get the hang of it. It took me a whole week to remember where the restrooms were. I would hold it until I got home because I felt embarrassed to keep asking.”
Wanda giggled at your story. She felt better hearing about your experience being new there. You asked her, “Where are you trying to go?”
“The canteen?” she said.
“You don’t sound so confident in that. Is that really where you want to go?”
“Yes? Honestly, I’m just hungry and don’t feel like making myself food in the kitchen,” she replied.
You laughed, “Totally get it. The main cafeteria is on the first floor on the east wing of the main building. You can’t miss it. It’s huge. There is also a little cafe on the second floor. It’s right in front of the elevators.”
“Okay. Thanks,” she said.
You smiled, glad to have helped. “Yeah. No problem.”
She turned to head out but she lingered at the door. Before you could ask, she spun around and asked, “Um, do you want to join me? I mean- if you’re not busy?”
You tried your best to act cool and not jump on her offer so enthusiastically, but you failed. “Yeah, I could eat.”
You readily followed Wanda out the door, ignoring the fact that your lunch was in the mini fridge by your desk. Between eating your mediocre sandwich alone in your office and eating decent food with a pretty brunette, you were obviously going to pick the latter.
And you picked her over and over again. Wanda would come looking for you in the afternoon to have lunch with you. Sometimes you ate at the cafeteria or cafe and other times you would eat in your office, either you or Wanda having brought food for the both of you.
After about two weeks of this, you got an unexpected visit from Captain Rogers. He claimed to be worried that Wanda might not have been eating because she was upset due to her brother’s passing and that when he approached her about it, she told him that she would eat with her friend - you.
You confirmed this to be true and reassured him she was taking care of herself. You told Wanda about his visit, which she apologized for, embarrassed that someone had to come talk to you.
You responded, “It’s never a bad thing to have someone care for you, Wanda, and if you ever need someone to talk to or someone to just listen, I’m always here.”
She took you up on your offer a few days later, venting out all her feelings to you. She was under stress trying to prove to the team that she belonged here because she wanted to help. She was also trying to figure out all she could do with her powers. She still was getting used to moving to a new country seeing that she didn’t have anywhere else to go, and on top of all this she was still mourning for her brother.
You sat there and you listened and you tried to comfort her. There wasn’t much you could do about figuring out her powers or trying to prove herself to the team, but you thought you could share with her your favorite places in the city and give her a proper welcome. So the following weeks, that is what you did.
When she had time and wasn’t exhausted from training, you brought her to your favorite spots. The time would fly by when you spent it with Wanda. You really enjoyed getting to know her and you thought she liked being around you too. You always managed to make her laugh which made you happy because you liked hearing her laughter. You realized then, you had it bad for her.
Wanda was ready for missions and though that took away some of your lunches together, she always managed to find some time for you. One time she came straight from a mission to your office still in her suit just to make it in time for lunch with you. That’s the day you hoped and thought that maybe she liked you too.
Valentine’s Day was coming up in a week and you decided that would be the perfect time to make Wanda aware of your feelings. Two days before Valentine’s, you two hung out in the kitchen of the living quarters making heart shaped cookies. Wanda wanted to give some to the team. It was very sweet.
All day you had been nervous to ask. You even had a cliche note in your pocket as a last resort.
As you were cutting out the shapes, you not so subtly asked, “So, do you have a date for Valentine’s Day?”
Wanda laughed, “Who would even ask me?”
“You’re kidding, right?” you scoff. Her self-deprecating comment makes you halt and give her your full attention. “Wanda, aside from being insanely beautiful, you are one of the kindest and coolest people here. You’d have to be a complete robot to be able to ignore you.”
It’d been a long time since you’d seen Wanda look so shy. You continued anyway, “Actually, I think even Vision knows you are a catch.”
“Well no one, not even Vision, has asked me.”
You nodded, working up the nerve to ask her. She cleared her throat and asked, “What about you? Do you have anything special planned?”
You had the perfect reply. “That depends on if you say yes.”
She tilted her head curiously, a smile forming on her face. “Are you asking me to be your Valentine?”
You tried to play it cool, despite your face growing hot under her stare. You shrugged. “I mean, if you’re free and I’m free, maybe we could, like, go get dinner or something.”
“No,” she said bluntly.
She didn’t give you time to embarrassingly run out of the room. She continued, “This is the first time someone is asking me to be their Valentine, so you have to do better than that.”
She leaned on the counter crossing her arms, waiting expectantly. You felt so relieved. Remembering the note, you pulled it out and gave it to her. “I hope this suffices?”
She opened the note to see you’ve written ‘Be my Valentine?’ and boxes next to yes and no. You laughed as she ran to find a pen. She came back, returning the note to you. You smiled seeing that she ticked the yes box.
You smiled in excitement all the way home when you left, keeping the note in your pocket. You spent the next day planning out the date. You still had lunch with Wanda, where she even asked about the plans. She was just as excited as you were. You told her it was a surprise, but to wear something warm.
Things of course never went to plan. She called you in the morning on that 14th of February. She apologized that she wouldn’t be able to make it because she was put at the last minute on a mission. You told her not to worry about it even though you were very bummed out.
“Rain check?” she asked.
“Sure thing. Happy Valentine’s Day, Wanda. Good luck on your mission.”
You definitely jinxed it. You saw it on the news. You tried calling but she wouldn’t pick up the phone. When you heard she was back at the compound, you tried seeing her but she wasn’t leaving her room. The next time you saw her, she was running away with Clint Barton.
“Woah, Wanda. What’s happening? Why are you running?” you stopped her.
“Wanda! We have to go now!” Clint yelled.
“I can’t explain now. I have to go. Um, take care, Y/N. I hope I see you again,” she said.
“You will. You still owe me that date,” you reminded her. She smiled before pulling you into a quick hug and then she was gone.
Half the team became fugitives, so needless to say you don’t hear from Wanda. That didn’t stop you from thinking about her from time to time, hoping she is doing okay wherever she might have been.
You were in your apartment when it happened. You were part of the unfortunate half that disappears. One second you are gone and then you are here again in the next second. At least that is what it felt like. The reality was five years had passed.
You were trying to get your life back together those first few weeks. You find yourself under new employment. You are working late one night when Monica finds you and asks, “What are you doing here so late, Y/N?”
“Just wanting to finish this up before I leave.” You point at your screen, showing her your work. “I’m just about finished. What about you?”
“Finishing up the report on Westview,” she replies.
“What happened in Westview?” you ask, not having heard about this case.
“I forget you’re new here. Oh my god, it’s insane.” Monica sits down and tells you everything.
“So Wanda gave you those powers?” you ask.
“The hex mutated my body and now I’ve got these abilities. I’m still figuring it out,” she replies.
“Where is Wanda now?”
“No one knows.” Monica shrugs. “I know it sounds terrible because of what she did, but I hope she’s doing okay. I mean, if you had seen what I did. She had built this whole life there, kids and everything and it’s all gone.”
You can’t imagine what she’s going through. You hate to. You’re having a hard time believing she had a whole town under her will. Despite that, you still worry for her. You think about it all night, lying in bed. It gets to your head. You pull the slip of paper from inside your phone case.
The paper is perfectly intact. You’d kept the Valentine’s note in your phone case and your phone was on you when the blip happened. You never threw the note away, sentimental reasons you guess. Those sentimental reasons convince you to do what you do next.
Not able to sleep without knowing if she is okay, you use your resources from both S.W.O.R.D. and S.H.I.E.L.D. to find Wanda. A week later you’re knocking on a cabin’s door, hoping you’ve got the right place.
There’s no answer after knocking three times. Maybe she can’t hear you. You know the door is unlocked because the knob turns all the way round, but as much as you push, it won’t budge.
“You have to pull it,” a voice says behind you, startling you. You turn around and there she is, eyes shining in amusement. You stare at her in awe. She has changed so much but she is still as beautiful as ever. Her expression turns serious as she asks, “What are you doing here, Y/N?”
“I heard about what happened in Westview. I came to check on you- to see if you’re alright,” you tell her.
She tenses up and gets defensive upon hearing Westview slip from your tongue. She crosses her arms and raises her chin. “Okay, you saw me. As you can see I’m doing fine. You can go now.”
“Are you serious?” you scoff. You’ve spent restless nights trying to find her and came all this way the minute you thought you did and this is how it’s going? Not on your watch.
“Yeah, I am,” she replies. She tilts her head, challenging you to deny her wishes. Deep inside Wanda doesn’t actually want you to leave. She was surprised to see you standing at her door, pleasantly so, but you brought up Westview and that reminded her that everyone she cared about is gone. She once cared about you, she still does. She’d rather have you out of her life on her own volition than something out of her hands taking you away.
She’s still disappointed when you don’t fight her on it and say, “Fine. I’ll go.”
She watches you make your way to her. You pull out your phone. She sees you take something out from inside the case. “But I’ll be back in two weeks to collect your debt.”
“What?” she asks, confused. You hand her the Valentine note from so long ago. She opens it and recognizes it instantly. She’s surprised you still even have this.
“You owe me a date, Valentine,” you remind her. You make your way back to your rental car.
“Are you serious?” she calls out. She sounds more amused than upset, so you smile back at her as you open the car door. “Yeah I am.”
Wanda can’t help but giggle. This is all so absurd. However, this gives her hope that maybe people can stay. You’ve come back into her life and it looks like you’re willing to put up a fight to stay in it.
A honk from the car makes her reign in her focus on you again. You roll down the window and shout, “And fix that door! It should swing into the room!”
She laughs and unbeknownst to you it’s the first time she laughs since leaving Westview. You smile triumphantly at hearing that sound you like so much and leave, planning to return soon. Wanda watches you go and slips the note into her pocket, looking forward to cashing in that rain check.