What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (4)

What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (4)

Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader

Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.

Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!, TALK OF SU*C*DE, TALK OF DMV! BE WARNED!

Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.

Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the fourth part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!

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(the reader is finally finishing her first trimester, we have to move it along hehe)

Chris wanted to throw his phone against the wall he was so angry. He knew it came with the territory of being a celebrity, but sometimes he wanted to damn the paparazzi to hell. Invading his privacy was one thing, he had lawyers for things like that. But invading yours and the baby's fueled him with unbridled rage.

Maybe it was a sense of protection he was growing over the child you were carrying, but he didn't want your face out there and now it was. Chris blamed himself, he was just so caught up in you and the baby he had been so relaxed and hadn't noticed the camera.

"Fuck, she's probably seen it." He groaned throwing his phone onto his sofa.

"I bet she has." Olivia spat, leading Chris to roll his eyes. "Oh, this one's rich!' She laughed sitting next to Chris. "Captain America star Chris Evans was seen cozied up with homegrown Boston beauty last Friday. The pair were spotted leaving together, Chris holding open the door for his suspected new woman. And is that a baby bump? So, could this mean America's most eligible bachelor is off the market?”

"Fucking E-news!" Chris yelled. "Calling her a Boston beauty, and the bump, fuck!" he tugged at his brown fluffy strands of hair.

"I'm sure she called herself a homegrown Boston beauty.' Olivia mimicked your accent. "Sounds too narssacitic to be press."

Chris practically blew smoke out his nose. “Olivia would you just fucking quit it!” He slammed his hand on the coffee table, pushing himself off the sofa. “She didn’t leak shit! We got caught, that simple!”

“Why are you defending her, huh?’ Olivia turned Chris around by his shoulder. “You don’t even know her!”

“I’m getting to know her!’ Chris shouted. “And I—I like her so far. Yes, she’s a tough cookie to crack. But I like her, and she seems like a good fucking person.” Chris said, bringing his temper down.

Olivia shook her head pointing at Chris. “This isn’t over, I’m calling the press and the news and telling them to take every damn story down, today.” She stormed off, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Chris shook his head as his hands rested on his hips. He really hoped you weren’t hurting somewhere.

—

You sat with tears in your eyes that were ready to break like the Hoover damn. You never imagined yourself to be so pregnant, and so alone. You held your mom's hand tighter moving all the metal wiring and tubing out of your way. Trying your best to ignore the heart monitor's persistent beeps.

“Mom,’ you sniffled, caressing her motionless hand. “You’re finally going to have a grandbaby, see?’ You leaned back, exposing your growing belly.

But she didn’t move, she never did. Your mother stayed still, her eyes remained closed as a tube roped through her neck doing all the breathing for her.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, pulling at the hospital sheets as you cried into them.

Why was life so unfair and cruel? Especially to the people who did it no harm. Your mom had been in a coma for just over two years at this point. And each day she was left on life support was another day it felt harder to be here. Harder to not be were she was. Or worst.

You remember that night. That night you, your mother, and your younger sister had almost lost your lives to the heinous man you once called your father. He had beaten you along with your sister to a pulp and nearly killed your mother by strangulation. Resulting in her slipping into a coma.

The doctors said if he had strangled her for just another minute, she wouldn't have made it. And from that treacherous night on, you had done nothing but pray she would wake up. Pray she would recover and you all could heal finally, as a family. And he could rot in hell.

A soft knock on the door pulled your attention from your mother, you slowly looked over to the sound and saw your mother's nurse just making her rounds.

“Hi.’ She smiled, clicking a pen alive and scribbling what your were positive was nurse terminology down onto a clipboard.

You noticed in between everything she wrote she would glance at you with a precarious look bestowed on her face. It wouldn’t take long before she finally spoke up.

“Not to be rude.’ She coughed, putting the pen on the collar of her colorful nursing scrubs. “But aren’t you the girl who's dating Chris Evans?”

Your eyes went wide and your heart silent. Your breathing was unusually shallow as you swallowed what ever spit was left in your parched throat. “What?” Being the only word you could muster.

“I’m sorry.’ She laughed, sweeping a red flyaway behind her ear. “It’s just your trending all over social media. They say you’re dating him.’

You didn’t say a word, instead you tore through your bag, pulling out your phone and jamming your thumb on the power button waiting for it to illuminate in your face.

‘Cmon, cmon.” You groaned, pushing into the button harder.

Finally, your phone lit up and you unlocked it heading straight to Twitter's trending page. There you discovered Chris was trending number one. You gasped as your eyes scrolled down the timeline along with your fingertips. Suddenly your phone began to show all of the miss calls and text messages from random numbers and Chris along with your best friend Vada.

You stood up from your chair, leaning down and giving your mother a kiss on her cheek. “I love you, mom.” You smiled somberly into the kiss, pulling away with a sigh.

“And no.’ You looked at the nurse. “I’m not dating him.”

Fuck, should you have said that? You scurried out of the hospital, jumping into the back of your Uber dialing your Vadas number as the sweat continued to pile underneath your arms.

“Bitch, you better explain yourself, and now!” She yelled over the phone.

“Vads, I’m not dating him! I don’t even know how those pictures got out there! Did he really use me as a publicity stunt?” You groaned, looking out the window.

“So you’re not fucking him?” She asked.

“Fuck no! He just wanted to talk and I agreed, then he begged to take me home." You fanned your overheating body. "Fuck, do you think he set me up?”

“It doesn’t seem like it from the pictures.’ Vada typed away on her desktop. “Have you talked to him?”

“No, but I’m going to his house now.” You sighed, biting at your nails. “I know he's probably thinking about me what I’m thinking about him.”

“You think he’ll think it was you?”

“Yup.” You shook your head.

Your Uber came to a halt in front of the penthouse. You said thank you and stepped out closing the door behind yourself.

“I’ll call you back Vads.” You said hanging up.

You looked at your call log and you finger lingered over Chris’s name which was bright red with missed calls. You let the pad of your finger hit it and brung the phone up to your ear.

“Hello, Y/n?”

“Chris, what’s happening?” You asked, walking inside his building.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I wish I knew.”

You took in a deep breath closing your eyes. “Can you let me up?” You ran a hand through your knotless braids.

“Your here?” Chris jumped up.

“Yes, is that okay?”

“More than okay.’ He said, walking toward his home phone that connected to the front desk. “One second.” He sat his cellphone down.

“Hey phill, can you let her up please?”

“Sure thing Mr. Evans, but which one?”

Chris paused, almost wanting to laugh. “What.” The laugh stifled out anyways.

“Well, there’s a pretty brunette here for you and a stunning lady with braids.’ He stood looking at both women. “So which one?”

Chris bit his lip and threw his head back. The last thing he need was to hear Emma's mouth about this. They weren’t even a thing, but she seemed not to take the hint. Or rather hints.

“Send 'em’ both.” He groaned hanging up the phone.

Phil shook his head, hanging his own phone up. “Um ladies,’ he coughed. “You can go through here.” A private elevator opened.

Your eyes scrunched together as you heard a pair of heels clicking behind you. Turning around you saw a fierce brunette walking towards you with fire in her eyes. She looked like something out of a magazine. Her brown hair flowed and bounced as she stomped toward the elevator. You scurried toward the elevator doors behind her, immediately feeling small next to the tall and slender woman. The doors shut in front of you and you began rocking on your heels hoping to elevate some of the tension that contaminated the air.

“So you’re sleeping with my boyfriend and he knocked you up?” Emma asked snarkily.

“What?’ You looked up at her. “No, it was a medical mistake.”

“Not what the news says.’ She crossed her arm, bursting out of the elevator at the ding.

You rolled your eyes, sheepishly following after her. You both reached the front door of Chris’s place. Emma knocked on the door ferociously so that it certainly could be heard from the other side. And it was, Chris opened up the door looking exhausted.

“Really?” She shouted, pushing past him.

You stood there biting the inside of your lip watching him shake his head low.

“Hi.” You said, still standing outside his door frame.

“Hi.” He exhaled, opening space for you to walk through.

"Trouble in paradise?" You chuckled, pointing towards Emma.

"There is no paradise,' he whispered, shutting the door.

"Hm," you said, tugging at your purse strap.

"There's the little minx." Olivia's nose flared as she strutted towards you with Emma behind her.

"That's not even the word for her." Emma ground her teeth together.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you stepped back, not noticing you had cowarded behind Chris who held your arm gently in support.

"I didn't leak that!" You croaked out.

Olivia folded her arms. "So who did?" She smiled, her eyes blinking rapidly.

"I don't know! Maybe the paparazzi!" You shouted unsurely.

"Chris!' Emma shouted, "Why are you touching her?"

"Because you're both acting insane and shouting at her! She's pregnant and I'm done allowing you both, especially you Liv , to torment her!" Chris belted, veins popping out of his neck.

He grabbed the small of your back, leading you to his couch and sitting you down. "Do you want something to drink, I have ginger ale."

You nodded, looking down at your shoes. "Yes."

Emma scoffed, plopping down on the opposite side of the couch, Oliva by her side, staring you down. "Can I have a drink as well, Chris baby?" she said, her eyes never leaving you.

Chris sighed. "Sure Emma, what would you like?" He twisted your ginger ale bottle open, pouring it into a glass.

"You know how I like it, something hot." She smirked at you.

You sat uncomfortably, not sure what her angle was with you.

"So you really didn't leak it?" Olivia asked.

"No, why would I?" You said, growing angry.

Olivia laughed. "Who would pass up an opportunity to be linked to Chris, lots of people just like you want him."

"I get you're protecting him, but the only thing I want to do is be able to eat my favorite foods without puking." You said, thanking Chris as he handed you your drink. "So no, I didn't leak it. Besides, how could I snap a picture from myself across the parking lot?"

Olivia's eyes softened, sitting back against the sofa. "We'll look into, it," She said snarkily.

Chris shook his head, slowly sipping on his expensive aged bourbon. It burning as it went down. “So where do we go from here?”

“We take her out of the public eye, not like she’s memorable. They’ll forget about her soon enough.” Olivia waved it off. “In the meantime, I’m going to set up a nice little PR date night for you and Em so the public will be off your trail.” She explained to Chris.

Chris rolled his eyes. “So what? We write it off like she’s a friend I was helping?” He asked, his arms resting on the top cushion of his sofa.

“Yup.” Olivia said popping ‘p’

“And maybe you and Emma should kiss, really make it seem legit.” She added.

“I’m all for that,” Emma smirked.

Chris leaned forward, rubbing his face with his palm. The last thing he wanted was for the public to believe he was a manwhore, with two women in less than a month it was bound to be a story, he could see it now. But it was for you and the baby. And at this point he would do about anything for the two of you.

“Okay.” He agreed, setting his drink on his coffee table. “Only for y/n.” He said, standing up.

Your head shot up, for most of the conversation you had been silent hoping no one would point a finger at you if you stood still. But now Chris had just bring that attention back on you, and in the most unexpected way.

“What?” You laughed in confusion.

“I’m only doing this ridiculous stunt for you.’ Chris clarified. “You didn’t ask for this.”

He looked into your eyes. “I’m doing this for you and our baby.” He said.

You weren't sure why, but your heart had just skipped a beat. He was so Captain America-like. Running to your defense like you had watched him do before on the big screen.

You brushed a braid, behind your ear. “Thank you.” Your cheeks heated up, and you almost wanted to slap yourself for allowing it.

“Yeah, anytime,” Chris said with a small smile.

Emma scoffed, grabbing her purse and leaving the room. "I can't stand to watch this!" She shouted, slamming the penthouse door.

"That girl is a nutcase." You sipped on your ginger ale, rubbing your belly.

"Tell me about it." Chris groaned.

Anxious was an understatement, this was the first ultrasound he would attend. The first time he'd officially meet his baby. Although he had no part in the conception, he never felt more connected to anything in his life. Chris pulled open the doors to the clinic, smiling at the front desk woman as he approached.

Instantly her eyes glimmered over. "Oh my goodness, are you, Chris Evans?" She questioned, frantically pulling out her phone.

He put his finger over his lips shushing her, pulling his baseball cap low. “Yes.” He chuckled.

“Oh my God, I love your work. Could I have a photo?” She giggled, making sure to whisper per his request.

“Sure.” He looked over his shoulder before leaning in. The woman snapped a photo thanking him once more and blowing a kiss.

You just laughed, closing your assignments as you clapped your hands. What a show that was, you couldn’t fathom being famous and getting recognized everywhere you went. You couldn’t even handle being recognized as a teacher in the grocery store. But Chris seemed to handle it well, it was one of the things you were beginning to admire about him. How calm he always seemed to be, it made you less nervous.

“Hey superstar.” You waved at him, putting your students assignments into your bag.

Chris laughed, walking over to you. “Wow.” He gasped as you stood up. “You’re getting so big.” He chucked in disbelief.

You frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

Chris’s eyes widened then softened. “No baby—I mean, Y/n. I meant your belly. The baby.” He pointed at your stomach.

“Well I hope so,” you grumbled. “Sit, our appointment isn’t for another fifteen minutes.”

“Right.” He sighed, sitting beside you. “What we’re you reading?” He asks, sparking conversation.

“Oh, my students informative essays.’ You chuckled. “Would you believe Aria actually wrote about immaculate conception after hearing our story.”

“That girl is something else.” He rubbed his temple.

“You must admit, she’s brilliant. And she will be getting an A.” You said. “And not because I unofficially slept with her uncle.” You brushed your shoulder against his.

Chris brushed yours back, laughing along with you. Not only was Aria something else, so were you, and in the best possible way. But there was something he couldn’t deny himself of knowing anymore. After your coffee date and you mentioning a high insurance rate, Chris looked into the real reason you needed two jobs. He couldn’t find much, but what he could find disturbed him. He just wanted to know the real truth, maybe he could help.

“Can I ask you something, Y/n?” He sighed, rubbing his palms over his knees.

“Shoot.” You smiled at him.

“I found something and I wanted to ask you about it.”

You frowned not sure where this was going, but before Chris could explain the doctor had called your last name. Waving for you to come back.

“Let’s table the conversation for after, okay?” You grabbed your bag.

“Just promise you’ll be honest.” Chris took your bag from you.

You laughed awkwardly. “Depends on what it is.”

—

“Okay, this is going to be cold, Ms. Y/L/N.” The doctor said, as she began to spread the ultrasound gel along your belly.

“Wow, that really is cold.” You jolted, laughing as she and Chris stared at the screen.

“Yes.” She giggled. “So tell me, Y/n, I see this is your first pregnancy. How has it been so far?”

“Well, I’ve been able to eat more and not get sick so that’s a plus. Also I have this app, it told me my baby should be as big as an avocado by now.” You explained, heading Chris laugh.

“An avocado, that’s so small.” He chuckled.

“Well babies are small, and a handful. Which is why it takes a village to raise them.’ The doctor said, still searching the monitor. “And I assume this is dad?”

“Yeah.” Chris spoke, his heart fluttering at the title.

“Ah, there they are. Beautiful heartbeat.” The doctor pointed at the screen.

You and Chris both leaned in, listening to the heartbeat as it sounded like music to your ears. Your eyes began to swell with tears. You had never had any intentions on having children, but after this, you felt completely different. You would protect this baby with your life. A lone tear rolled down your cheek as you felt your hand inch closer to Chris’s, almost acting on it own accord. Your fingers intertwined as he smiled down at you with misty eyes. That lonely feeling you felt subsided, you realized that as long as you two were in this together, Chris would never make you feel alone.

“When will we know if it’s a boy or girl?” Chris asked, wiping his eyes.

“I’d say give it another month or two.” The doctor smiled, wiping your belly clean. “Congratulations. Whoever they are or choose to be, they’re happy and healthy.” She smiled, leaving the room.

Chris sniffled, wanting to hug you so badly. He couldn’t help that he was a hugger. But you broke through the silence, blowing your nose.

“What did you want to ask me?” You groaned, swinging your legs off the exam table.

Shit, Chris had almost forgotten he wanted to ask you about a harrowing experience in your life.

“Right.’ He watched as your eyes searched his. “Y/n, what really happened to your mother?”

Your stomach dropped, your eyes were glossy again and not from hearing the heartbeat of your baby.

“What?” You croaked.

“I looked into it, the reason you work two jobs because I didn’t want you stressed out.’ He sighed, leaning against the exam table, your watering eyes tearing him apart. “I read an local paper about your stepfather and your mother.”

“It didn’t say much, but it said enough.” Chris said. “Is your mother okay?”

Your body trembled, why would he think it was ok to ask you such questions. Especially after arguable the best moment of your life.

“Why do you care?’ You questioned. “And—and why the fuck are you looking into my past? I thought you were over that?”

“I just wanted to help you anyway I could, and you weren’t talking to me.”

“Talking to you, I barely know you! At least not enough to give you my full fucking life story!” You shout. “Why is it that you know more about me than I do you? And I’m not the ones whose plastered all over social media!” You brush past him, holding onto you belly.

“Y/n!” He shouted after you.

But you ignored him. If Chris didn’t trust you to carry his baby, to hell with him. We all have our past, our demons and you were no exception. But neither was he, and you were about to find out what those demons exactly were.

—

A/N: sorry for not posting this for a while. I know people have been looking forward to it. So here is part four. Nosy Chris.

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Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Black!Fem reader

Summary: Wanda and y/n hide their relationship until y/n can’t take it anymore, they break up. Wanda doesn’t realize just how much she’s lost until y/n is hurt on a mission.🌈

Warning: angst but overall fluff!

FIRST OF ALL HAPPY PRIDE MONTH BITCHES🌈 I LOVE MY LGBTQ + community BBBY’s ‼️

🏳️‍🌈BE LOUD AND PROUD DONT LET ANYONE SHUT YOU DOWN! LOVE WHO YOU FUCKING LOVE! 🏳️‍🌈

A/N: Making this because I know a little to well what it’s like being with someone who’s closested and every time your around family and friends your just a “good friend.” I hope you guys enjoy!

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“Morning baby.” You whisper rolling over wrapping your arms around Wanda pulling her close.

You take in the scent of her skin and hair. She always smelt like aged vinalla, the scent brought you home.

She turns her head facing you planting a light kiss on your lips. “Goodmorning.”

She untangled herself from your arms, propping up on the bed slipping into her house shoes and sweatshirt. “I should get going, before anyone wakes up.” Wanda explains.

You scoff, sitting up resting against the headboard.

Everynight and every morning it was the very same routine.

She came in around 12 a.m, you’d talk for a bit, make love for a while, then you’d cuddle and fall asleep in each other’s arms. Then as soon as the sun peaked through the bottom of your curtains she left. And it was back to being just “friends.”

You loved Wanda but you hated being hid. You never been one to care about what others thought of you, but Wanda she was already afraid of who she was and she was sure others were too. She didn’t want any other reason for them to be distant toward her.

“You know what Wanda.’ You pause drawing in a breath collecting your thoughts. “You always do this every morning, come and go like I’m a fucking motel pit stop for you to get off and keep warm!” You shout

“Well I’m done being that! If you can’t be with me beyond these doors well than I don’t want you!” You shout tears streaming down your face.

Wanda opened her mouth to speak but she couldn’t. You were right, she had kept you in he dark. Not because she didnt love you but because she loved you, because she was scared of what others would think of her. If they’d shame her anymore.

The team had accepted you for who you were through and through, but they loved you and always have. Unlike Wanda she hasn’t felt that love yet.

Tears swelling in her eyes Wanda quickly slips out of the room rushing to her own before breaking down.

You slumped in your bed in disbelief. You’d been feeling this way for a while now and it was only right you let it out for yourself.

Hopefully one day Wanda would come around..

-

It had been two weeks since you two had ended things,and you barely spoke.

The team even started to notice the shift, especially Natasha.

“Hey what’s up with you and Wanda?” She asks placing her hand on your shoulders.

“What do you mean by that?” You questioned pretending you had no clue what she was on about.

Nat gives you a look, the look read “you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Out of the whole team Nat was who you trusted the most. She was your older sister, and you knew anything you said she’d take to the grave.

Taking a deep breath you prepare your thought. “We had been seeing each other for a while, nothing serious I guess.” You admit.

Natasha nods listening to you admit what you’ve been hiding for so long.

“Well for what it’s worth I thought you two were adorable.” Nat annouces slipping away to go train.

Your brows immediately perk up, mouth agape. I guess you truly couldn’t keep anything hidden from a spy like Natasha.

-

The mission was going smoothly. It was an all girls mission, so you, Nat, Wanda, Nebula, and Pepper were alone and out on the field.

“Hi right y/n.” Pepper shouts hovering above you in her silver and purple rescue suit

Immediately you force tons of bricks upward knocking out the enemies seemingly sending them into orbit.

Wanda watched you fight as she continued in her own battles, her moves so dance like. Truthfully she always loved the way you fought, so effortlessly but yet so powerful as you congured up all the earths natural elements to battle off the bad guys that swarmed you.

She watched wipe out enemies with the swip of your feet flames exploding from them, fist and hands shooting water and wind left and right, earth shifting from your fingertips.

Wanda was very much in love. She could never admit because she felt it was wrong, but it was so right. Or maybe she didn’t feel it was wrong, maybe it was too right and she was scared of ruining a good thing.

“Y/n your six!” Natasha yells.

You whip your head in the direction you heard Natasha warn you about. It was too late, you were blown back by a blast that was sprung from one of the aliens guns. Your head hit a rock, you felt a warm feeling through your entire body.

Blood.

Then everything went black.

-

“Y/n!” Wanda shouts running toward your still body

She slides on her knees next to you projecting away any other threats, building a force field around you.

“Y/n, baby stay with me please.’ Wanda shutters. It was hard for her to focus her mind on the force field and hopelessly healing your wounds.

“I need help I’m getting swamped and y/n is hit. Help us!” Wanda pleads shouting through the coms.

“We got it. Back ups on its way Wanda, hold on!” Pepper shouts informing

Wanda rocks you back and fourth moving her hands methodically around the wound on your torso and head, her energy seemingly closing your scars slowly. “Shh, stay with me baby. Stay with me.” Wanda cooes.

“Wanda the quinjet is here, they’re gonna take y/n.” Natasha informs through coms.

Wanda immediately releases her force field. Making you levatate running behind your floating body still on alert, She just wants to get you home safe.

Your loaded onto the ship and the team immediately gets to work.

“What happened?” Tony asks pulling out medical supplies passing it along to banner and Dr.Cho

“I’m not sure there- there was this alien and the machine, it shot her. Is she going to be okay?” Wanda stammers pacing hands running through her messy battle hair.

“We are gonna do what we can, we can’t let the avatar down. Not the last of em.” Dr. Cho reassures

“Shit!” Wanda shouts slamming onto the floor shooting psonic energy from all angles of her body.

“Hey we don’t have time for a breakdown right now.’ Tony states. He walks over to Wanda examining her body language.

He wasn’t the best at relationships but one thing was clear. Wanda was indeed in love with you.

“How long.” Tony questions sitting down next to Wanda.

“What?” Wanda exhausts

“How long have you been in love with Y/n?” 

Wanda releases and low bellied chuckle. “Long enough.” 

The reality of it was, Wanda hadn’t known how long she’d been In love with you. She knew being with you made her happy, more than happy, one day it just hit her. She was indeed in love with her.

Please get better.

-

You attempt to open your heavy eyes, shifting in the uncomfortable recovery bed.

Wincing, you reach up to touch your fresh wounds. 

Wanda sits next to your bedside her head resting between her palms, as she seemingly prayed for a healthy recovery and forgivingness from her end.

“Wanda?” You whimper shifting slowly to face her.

It was blurry to see but you’d recognize those big green eyes anywhere.

“Y/n!” Wanda gasps wrapping her hands into yours reaching over your stiff body to press a button. 

“What- what are you doing here?” You question holding your forehead in pain. 

“I’m here for you, I’m always here for you.” Wanda states kissing the back of your palms running her other hand on your matted curls.

You shoot her a small soft smile, signaling to allow be bygones to be bygones, for the moment.

Wanda couldn’t help but feel the tension between you two. Obviously you wer happy to see her and she was beyond ecstatic to see you up and alive, but the tension was unsettling.

“Hey look who’s up!” Tony elated slipping checking your vitals and dressings.

“Your looking better than we thought.” He admits

“Perks of being the avatar.” You state sarcastically

You felt Wanda squeeze your hand she often did this when she wanted attention.

Your eyes shoot in her direction giving her access to speak to you.

“Can we talk.’ Wanda whispers eyeing between the two of you and tony. “Once he leaves.”

Tony gets the que to exit leaving me and Wanda alone.

Silence fills the room until Wanda finally speaks up.

Wanda grips your hand even tighter, curling a strand of your curls behind your ear again. It was like a nervous tick of hers when she spoke with you.

“Y/n.’ Wanda speaks drawing in a heavy breath. “When I saw you there, laying there fighting for your life I-I was freaking out doing everything I could to rescue you.”

You saw the tears swelling in your eyes while You were already releasing tears of your own. “Wanda—.” You croke

“Please let me finish.” She interrupts softly

“When I saw you laying there. It made me realize how much I truly do love you and need, and want you.” She confessed now full on crying.

“I love you so much y/n and I don’t give a damn who knows it anymore, I’m beyond that I just need you.” Wanda cries

You sat perplexed by her sudden change of heart. You couldn’t pretend this didn’t make your heart swell from her finally admitting her feelings because it did. You knew what you needed to do.

“Okay.’ You speak gripping her face pulling it into yours.

Your swollen lips meet her delicate soft ones. You two begin to move in a memorized sync battleing do dominance.

The kiss was a beautiful mixture of tears and passion.

Jesus Christ Wanda Maximoff what are you doing to me.

Breaking the fiery kiss “I love you.” You whisper forehead rested against hers.

Wanda cracks a bold smile teeth shinning through. “Wanna make some s’mores.” She suggested pulling out the ingredients from her bag.

A smirk slides onto your face, fingertips illuminating with fire.

“You know me to well.”

-

A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed this!! If you have any requests from those listen in my Masterlist please send them!!

Also as I continue with my series TBAHA I will be writing short pieces like that to keep my blog going because it’s not only about cevans 😅😏

Thank you guys for the support and be sure to reblog and “❤️” this one if you care!

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The Happenings In the Art of Starting Over

Summary:

James Buchanan Barnes is a broken man who is whisked away to the remote and serene land of Wakanda. His colleagues begin to believe if there is anyone who could try and help him it will be Irene. And try she will. But healing Bucky won't come easy, he is stubborn and scared and wants nothing to do with Irene and her powers. Helping Bucky will be a journey of trials and tribulations, Irene knows that. And yet, she still saunters over to him with a smile.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!Mutant! OC

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CHAPTER ONE

Irene's feet and back ached unnaturally. It seemed there wasn't enough medicine in the world for her to shake the feeling. After the mission in Logos, and Irene's failed attempt at saving civilians from a burning building. She was left with a seared back, and could only assume that's why she had been sleeping for almost two days straight.

Irene made her way down the marble steps in which she despised. Mentioning to Tony on more than one occasion that it was definitely a safety hazard. Anyone not barefoot would easily meet their demise at this bottom of the stair case.

Eventually her silent travel through the hallway of the compound was cut short and suddenly trampled over with a mixture of angry voices. One of them she could point out immediately. It was that of Tony Stark.

The conference room was in complete shambles. Even the air felt divided. Cap stood beside Sam with scrawls on their faces. Vision comforted Wanda as her chest rose and fell heavy with guilt. Nat tried to talk Tony out of being childish and advocated for him to listen to his teammates.

Irene walked in, shutting the door behind herself. The click of glass causing the commotion to decease. Everyone's eyes on her now.

"Ah, you're awake!' Rhodes stood up from his chair "Irene would you please tell Cap he's lost his mind." He proceeded to slap Steve's shoulders with his heavy hand.

Irene eyed Tony, whose fingers spread wide and made a peak whole for him to see through. "What's going on here?" She signed to him.

"Well.' Tony stood up, adjusting his suit. "As you may know while we were too busy kicking ass and taking names. We ended up killing and injuring hundreds of Logos civilians.' He said sarcastically as Irene intently focused on his lips.

"But that's just another avengers game day average." He drawled.

"I know, I was there." Irene's eyes fell to her feet.

"Get to issue, Stark." Cap grumbled, taking a seat.

"The issue is we're under jurisdiction now.' Tony grabbed a thick unfamiliar stack of papers along with a pen, passing it to Irene.

Slightly air brushed against her face as she flipped through the pages of the accords. "Jurisdiction?' Irene questioned. "I don't understand?" She sat the papers down.

"We'll allow me to assist with that." Secretary Ross pushed open the glass doors. Interrupting the avengers and their trivial arguing .

"Good morning, Irene.' He smiled slightly, closing the door behind himself. "Glad to see your well and walking."

"Something like that." Irene muttered, taking a seat besides Wanda and Vision.

"You okay?' She intruded Wanda's mind probing the question.

Wanda just sighed and closed her eyes, reaching out for Irene's hand. Irene intertwined their fingers.

"You'll be okay, everything will be okay." She thought, knowing Wanda could hear her.

Secretary Ross cleared his throat with a cough, while adjusting his tie. "Obviously I didn't come here today to reward you all with a pizza party."

Sam laughs at this. Ross glares at him, coughing once more.

"I'm here today to discuss those big white stacks of papers.' He pointed to the accords that were scattered about in various parts of the room. "I can now see you've all had a chance to observe them." He eyed Wanda.

"Why don't you just tell us what you really want from us." Cap spat out, leaning back and folding his arms over his chest.

"Well, Captain. I want to do what every great business man wants. I want to sell it to you." He grabbed a stack of the accords along with a pen. "And if you like, sign it." He pushed the documents, Irene watched them slide across the smooth wooden table, stopping directly in front of Steve Rogers.

"If not, you'll find out." He winked.

"If we sign this we give up our right to choose, don't you see that." Sam said.

"Yeah and every-time we've chosen more people wind up dead rather than saved." Rhodes inserted, talking directly to Sam.

"Well then we workout a better civilian casualty prevention plan before we strike!" Sam escalated.

"We've tried that before, bird costume!' Tony shouted. "And it still nearly landed Irene dead!" He pointed at her back bandages that were visible through her black tank top.

Wanda winced, her hand slipped from Irene's immediately. Not even able to look at her friend as her head held low in shame.

"Stop it.' Irene spoke up while signing. "You're scaring her." She pointed at Wanda.

"She should be scared, you all should.' Ross began. "You and Wanda are two of the countless enhanced individuals out there. If not used properly your powers can reek havoc. Logos made that obvious." He clicked a button on a remote which illuminated a screen behind him.

"Sokovia—New York.' He sighed, flipping through graphic photos of collapsed buildings and civilian casualties. "Do we really want the list to expand? Hero's are meant to save people, not hurt them."

Irene sighed closing her eyes. Had she been a bad hero all this time? Was she doing more harm than good. When Tony found her at the tender age of thirteen she knew what she could do, the afghan military had been using her for years.

Making Irene shape shift into political leaders, generals, or even regular people to foil out their plans—whatever they may be. She got into peoples mind and scrambled them around a bit. She was the personification of fear when she was a prisoner to them.

But when Tony freed her, a switch went off. She vowed only to use her powers for good. She would be the only one in charge of how she used them and when.

She would use them to protect, not harm. And if she was doing this, If she was indeed causing harm unintentional or not. Irene felt she needed to be rectified.

"So what does that say about us?" She whispered.

"What?" Wanda responded to Irene's whisper, facing her now.

Irene's eyes glossed over in fear, a tear daring to fall. "He's got a point Wanda, if we're the problem—shouldn't we be the solution?"

Wanda scoffed, pushing past vision and Irene. "I can't do this." She sniffled, holding herself tight as she left the room

Secretary Ross kissed his teeth together and shook his head. "Reality is often disappointing.' He walked the room, sauntering closer to the door. "Take a day or two to thing about it. And by a day or two, I mean by tomorrow." He closed the door, biding the avengers goodbye.

"Well, that went smoothly." Rhodes sighed.

The day sauntered on slowly. And Wanda hadn't spoke to Irene for the better part of it. Not aloud and not within her mind either. Irene paced back and forth outside of Wanda's bedroom door.

She had already tried to enter Wanda's mind, but she figured she had been caught and cut off from entry from now on.

"Wanda?' She knocked lightly on the door. "Please let me in."

Wanda grumbled, throwing the pillow off her face and onto the ground. She lifted her hand and flicked open the door with a swoosh of red energy.

"What!" She spat, her eyes flashing scarlet red.

Irene's eyes widened. "I'm sorry.' She said. "I didn't mean to upset you, can I come in?" Irene said calmly.

Wanda's eyes softened. She could never truly stay mad at Irene, she just hand that affect on Wanda.

"Fine." Wanda grumbled, stepping aside allowing Irene in. "Stop smiling, I can feel it." She closed the door.

"Why?" Irene signed with a frown.

Wanda crossed her arms over her chest, watching Irene get comfortable on her bed. "Because it's disgustingly adorable, and you're not my favorite friend right now."

Irene giggled. "I can't help that you think I'm adorable." She signed toward Wanda with a smug smile.

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Stop.' She signed assertively. "Im upset with you."

"Are you actually going to side with Secretary Ross? You know he is mainly targeting you and I." She signed some more.

The fluid motions of her ASL impressed Irene. She couldn't help but smile although she was being lectured by the witch.

"I—I'm not sure yet.' She tossed herself back onto Wanda's pillows. "Are you sure he's targeting just us?" Irene questioned.

Wanda tugged her long brown hair, a disgruntled look painted on her face as she stared Irene down.

"Irene, you and I can take out all of them with just our minds." She said.

"Also bear in mind, I can make a pen float, and you can change into anything you desire.' She sat besides Irene. "Do you really think Ross isn't after us? That he isn't afraid?"

"Are you afraid?" Irene raised an eyebrow. "I can feel your fear."

Wanda stood up, folding her arms over her chest and bringing her purple cardigan closer to herself. "Then you would already know I'm terrified.' She sighed. "I'm a monster, and I don't need a stack of papers solidifying that for me."

"No.' Irene's voice cracked as she slowly shook her head. "You're not a monster, you'd never hurt anyone."

"Irene I killed all those people in Lagos! I nearly killed you from the flames! How can you say I'm not a monster?" She shouted, tears flooding her eyes.

"If you think that way, shouldn't you at least give the accords a try?" Irene prosed.

"For girls like you and I, the accords is one step closer to locking us away—and that's what they really want. They just won't say it." Wanda opened her door with her red magic.

Irene's head dipped into the crook of her chin, she knew what Wanda wanted. She sighed slowly leaving the room, shutting the door behind herself.

Wanda was right, Secretary Ross was afraid of their abilities. But maybe that was all the reason she should be confined. How could she be a true hero if people were afraid of her. She didn't want to cause a riff, but when she became an avenger she made allegiance to the people of this planet and others. And she refused to let them down again.

Hey, I’m not sure if it’s just on my end but on your story “what to expect” the links for chapter 2 and chapter 3 are mixed up with each other. Just thought I should let you know.

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