The Babysitter

The 'Talk'

After talking a little more with Wanda's parents and brother, her arm securely wrapped around your waist as you two sat together on the sofa, your head resting on her shoulder, everyone decided it was time to call it quits and head to bed.

"Are you sure you don't want the guest room? It's got more room," Natalya asks her daughter while hugging her before she leaves to go to bed, Wanda smiling at her mother's care and shaking her head.

"I think we'll be fine," Wanda replies, her mother smiling tenderly at her daughter. She couldn't be happier for her, the older woman glad she found someone who could make her daughter truly happy.

You wished everyone goodnight, Pietro warning you two to be on your 'best behaviour' and not partaking in any 'funny business' making you blush while Wanda hits her brother, muttering something in Sokovian to him with a taunting smile on her face as she leaves with you.

Fingers interlock with yours as you're guided through the Maximoff's mansion, a smile engraved on both of your faces when you enter her old room, your eyes taking in everything. Wanda leans back against the closed door, her teeth biting down gently against her lip as she admires your form taking in her old room, your eyes flickering back to hers before going to her desk and looking at the many framed photos, most with either friends or Pietro, one of the entire family in Sokovia.

Your gaze then goes to the box filled with many rings, looking back to make sure it was alright to rummage through them before doing so, putting on as many as you possibly could. Turning back to her with your hands covered in her rings, she lets out an angelic laugh at your immature antics before casually strolling up to you, her fingers slowly sliding them off while she keeps your gaze.

"This one suits you," she murmurs, your gaze reluctantly being torn away from the striking green to your hand, the last silver ring on your index finger fitting perfectly. "Keep it," she whispers and you flicker your eyes back up to her face, taking in the content and tender glint in her eyes.

"Are you sure?" You ask while she closes the box up, gaze lingering on the photo of her in Sokovia before turning back to you.

"Yes, it's not like I'm going to run out," she chuckles out, your lips stretching into a wide smile when she leans closer, her lips softly pressing to yours before she guides your body backwards towards the bed.

When the back of your legs hit the frame, you fall back, a sound of surprise leaving you when you discover it was a single bed, not a double, your head and shoulders leaning over the edge, laughter spilling from her lips. You awkwardly try to get back up, further fuelling her amusement as she doesn't help you get up, revelling in the entertainment of watching you struggle.

Eventually, you manage to get back up, Wanda climbing onto your lap and wrapping her arms loosely around your neck, fingers naturally going towards the baby hairs at the back of your neck.

"Thanks for the help," you sarcastically mutter, her smiling into a soft kiss before she rests her forehead against yours, the smile still permanently etched onto her face.

"You're very welcome," she whispers back, making you laugh breathlessly, the room being surrounded in a comfortable silence.

You focus on the feeling of her body pressed against yours, your mind not going anyway inappropriate, just simply savouring the moment. To say you were happy was an understatement, you couldn't describe the joy you were feeling. You felt safe, loved and welcomed by her family and for them to react the way they did just helped you in a way you didn't even realise you needed. Everything was amazing, and it was all because of the woman currently wrapped up in your arms.