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Wanda Maximoff was one of the most affectionate humans on earth. Whether it was handholding to full-on cuddling she had to be touching you in some way.
When you asked her about it she merely passed it off as her nature but something told you otherwise. She wasn’t nearly as affectionate with your other teammates. The last time you’d seen her show affection was the time she gave Tony a handshake after fixing her suit. It was a very awkward handshake.
So naturally, you were a little confused as to why she showed you more affection than the others. Maybe it was because of how close you both had become over the years together but some part of you hoped it was due to something else.
Either way, it didn’t surprise you to wake up to the feeling of her hair on your face. A feeling you knew all too well. Gently, you moved her hair from your mouth as much as you enjoyed her warmth. She had hair like a lion.
It was another one of those days where you’d wake up to her tangled into your body. Honestly, it was confusing, to say the least. You didn’t know what your relationship was with the witch but it was starting to seem more than platonic which you wouldn’t be complaining about.
Unfortunately, insecurity is a bitch so there was no way you’d be asking anytime soon. Instead, you’d just enjoy her company. Which were her soft snores, you thought they were adorable, Wanda denied snoring but you knew otherwise.
Brushing her hair behind her ear you admired the girl laying in your arms. It was so calm and you only wished it could be this way forever. You adored how close you could be with her, you had never got the chance to appreciate all the tiny details on her face.
Her freckles, her beautiful long eyelashes, and her resting face. She didn’t need the makeup she applied, she was just as beautiful without it and much more.
“Your thoughts are too loud Detka…” Wanda mumbled, snuggling closer to your body.
Your face turned a bright crimson at the insinuation.
But that word, that five-lettered word. What did it mean?
Trying to distract your head from the fact the young witch had heard your previous thoughts, you gently wrapped your arms around her waist. Wanda hummed in delight, nuzzling herself into your neck. As if that helped control the still apparent blush quickly rising once again.
“I can feel you smirking…” You grunted in response “It’s not funny if that’s what you’re thinking.” You said, continuing to scratch the brunette's scalp. She adored head scratches, she melted as badly as butter.
“I have no idea what you mean Moya Lyubov.” Wanda sighed, melting further into your embrace.
As much as you tried to focus on the girl of your dreams. Those words she had spoken to you had a hold on you. Moya Lyubov? Detka? She had called you those names daily but never given you an explanation.
It was clearly Sokovian for something you just didn’t know what.
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You flipped the book pages in front of you skimming through each section. It had been hours and so far no luck in finding the words you were looking for. You had picked up a grand selection of Sokovian language books from the local library. The only thing left was reading them which by Odison was that easier said than done.
Out of all of the books placed in front of you, you were still on the first one. Not surprising considering it’s in a different language. The first choice was clear, use google but no. Sokovian was a written language, not something plastered on the internet. So it wasn’t much help.
As you flipped to the next page a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders, interrupting your focus. Your shoulders tensed tightly under her touch, it was an effect the witch had on you.
The girl sighed placing her chin on your shoulder, nuzzling her cheek on your own. Her actions made it difficult to concentrate on your goal.
“What are you reading?” Wanda asked, her eyes skimming over the letters.
You quickly shoved the books aside, trying to play it off as cool as you could.
“Nothing…” You cleared your throat, ignoring the suspicious look Wanda gave you.
Although she knew it was nothing because as soon as she caught glimpse of the other book she knew. She let out a soft gasp it was a Sokovian dictionary.
“What is this? Sokovian? Why are you trying to learn Sokovian-”
“Because of you Wands!” You shouted, startling the witch. Her gaze dropped to the book again, as she moved away from you. You regret shouting as it caused your crush to move away from you. You already missed her warmth. “Sorry…I didn’t mean to shout I’m just…” Your gaze dropped back to the piles of books in front of you “frustrated.”
She sat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with her sleeves “Learning a new language is difficult” Wanda chuckled, it was a sad one that had you confused, did your shouting really upset her that much?
“It’s not the language.” You swiveled your chair facing the witch whose eye immediately met yours.
Wanda leaned closer tilting her head “Then what is it?”
Either it was the way she questioned you or from the close proximity you shared but she had you nervous. Your eyes watched as Wanda’s gaze drifted lower, maybe you had seen wrong. Or maybe you didn’t, you hoped you hadn’t. It seemed like such an obscure possibility that maybe, yes indeed, Wanda liked you too.
“It’s the girl I’m learning it for.”
An intimate confession revealed from your lips. Wanda couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face along with the heat quickly rising inside her. Her heart warmed at your words. You didn’t have to say the girl's name in order for her to know.
Wanda smiled brightly at you, a smile you had never seen before. Something so personal hidden behind it, like that smile was just for you and you only. You couldn’t take the risk of her giving it to anyone else.
So with the last bits of remaining sanity in you, you gently grasped her hands.
“Maybe I’m reading this wrong, I’m not very good at reading…” You motioned your head to the endless piles of books on your desk, prompting Wanda to let out a laugh.
“But if I am…” You sighed building up the courage to say the words you’ve been wanting to say “would you want-”
“Yes.” Wanda interrupted
You huffed “I didn’t even get to finish…”
“I don’t care, my answer has always been yes detka .” The brunette hushed, pulling you closer.
Once again your focus drifted to that one word. That one word that had started this all. What does it mean?
Wanda smirked knowingly in front of you, loosely wrapping her arms over your shoulders, playing with the hairs behind your neck. She leaned in closer, lips centimeters apart from each other. One single motion would change it all.
“Don’t worry about it.” Wanda husked, closing the gap between you two.
And just like that, the word was quickly forgotten once again.
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Bonus:
“It’s a term of endearment…”
Wanda snorted at your dumbfounded expression, watching as you dropped the book from your hands. Your girlfriend found it amusing, you did not.
“Yes, what did you think it was?” Wanda scrunched her nose, if you weren’t so annoyed you would’ve kissed it.
“All this time” you started “and it’s been a term of endearment.” You glared at the books.
“To be fair, I tried to warn you.” Wanda shrugged.
“I’m burning these books.”
“Detka- No.”