Lazy Sundays (Should’ve Known series oneshot)

in case you don’t know this is set up in the same universe as my Should’ve Known series if you want to check it out before reading further the links are right under this paragraph.

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You don’t quite remember waking up, you just remember feeling warm and hearing your wifes soft breathing next to you and the sounds of rain outside.

You opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was the rain gently decending on your window.

It was peaceful, you looked at the clock and saw it was only eight in the morning. You know you probably would’ve gotten up sooner had it not been for the twins being away at Nick’s for the weekend which was a small blessing. You rarely had moments like theses with Wanda, where there wasn’t any particular rush or set schedule for the day. It was sunday and sundays was usually a break day for everyone. Wanda didn’t go studying and you guys can spend the day together doing whatever.

You gently turn only to see your wife still sleeping. Moments like these were even rarer. Wanda usually is the first one up in the mornings, however, when she sleeps she sleeps like an angel. Her features were peaceful, which once again was rare but was becoming more common now that you guys had no more battles to fight.

Those days were finally over and this was your reward.

You gently kiss her forehead, hoping not to wake her and you carefully unwound the sheets from yourself. Your feet pad gently to the kitchen where you began breakfast.

You put the kettle on to boil while you got the tea packets ready and got to making breakfast. You remember this Sokovian breakfast that Wanda taught you and decided to make it. It was a relatively simple recipe, it was essentially pancakes just a little thicker than a crepe.

—

Wanda woke up to the smell of fluffy pancakes in the air. the warm and sweet scent reminded her of mornings when she and Pietro were young. Either her mother or father in the kitchen cooking pancakes before her father had to go to work and the rest of the day began.

Wanda opened her eyes to the other half of her bed empty, but the smell of pancakes and the faint sound of old music told her where you were.

She stretched sleep from her limbs with a groan and silently made her way to you.

Once Wanda reached you she simply stood by the doorway, watching while you swayed your hips and sing a long to the music in a languid way. It was off key and it was beautiful at the same time, because it was you. You could make even the trash look beautiful if you were holding it to her. If she could, Wanda would forever capture this moment with you and keep it with her always.

Wanda was more than content with watching you from afar but the pancakes you were making lured her further in and forced her from her spot at the doorway.

“good morning Солнечный свет,” Wanda greeted with a kiss to your cheek. “it smells good, how can I help?”

“I’m almost done here, why don’t you set the table.” You said as you pecked her lips. Concentrating mostly on not burning the pancakes. Wanda did as you had asked and set the table for the both of you.

By the time Wanda had set the table you were done cooking and were plating the pancakes and pouring the tea into their respective cups.

—

“What time is Nick bringing the kids?” Wanda asked as she stuffs another mouthful and delicious fluffy pancakes into her mouth.

“Originally it was today but I got a call earlier before you woke up,” You said as you take another bite, “but the twins want to visit smithsonian with Nick, so they’re staying another day. Strange will portal them here early tomorrow.”

“So that just leaves us another day then,” Wanda said quirking her eyebrow, “all alone.” You winked in response and laughed slightly.

Yes just another day alone with one another.

—

It was one of those days where you just let Wanda magic all the dishes clean and away along with the mess you had made making the breakfast.

You and her had been so busy the past weekend, you loved the twins with every fiber of your being. You would die for them. But you really couldn’t get much cleaning done when they were here, because once you got one area clean, the kids would come in like a tsunami and suddenly the coffee table is sticky and all the toys were out.

So when Nick called you and said he wanted the weekend with his grandkids you didn’t have any quarrel with it. You knew besides you and Wanda, Nick loved those kids and would do anything for them.

The past two days were spent cleaning, manually. Wanda was originally just magic all the mess and clutter away, but you somehow convinced her that doing it manually was much more rewarding.

However, after cleaning and reorganizing everything, now you want nothing more than to sit on the couch with Wanda and watch whatever, not having to get up to even do dishes.

And that’s exactly what you did.

You made popcorn and you and Wanda watched most of the movies you watched when the kids were asleep at night along with binge watching a few episodes from various sitcoms.

At some point there was just silence, you and Wanda just watched the rain and were content to just be together.

Sometimes you sit back and you just admire how far both you and Wanda have come. From living at the compound, getting called away for missions where you never knew what was going to happen, always sacrificing the people and things that matter most to you for the greater good, being so powerful and yet to powerless when it really counted.

You loved your life, you loved your kids and your wife.

You’ll treasure it and hold onto it for as long as you could.

you lived.

-summary;wanda doesn’t understand why you hurt.
-warnings;angst,lots of dialogue
-a/n; Cecilia Meireles, How To Recognise The Road: To Die

You were sitting quietly, staring off into space. Wanda watched as you stared at the walls. She dusted quietly, pottering around her home in her cutesy little dress. Her mind was on you, and your mind was elsewhere.

You had just gotten home from a mission. A solo mission in a world far away. Wanda wanted to come. She had a feeling that something was going to go bad. And something went very wrong. You came home bloody and bruised, half dead. You refused any of Wanda’s help. You refused to talk about what happened. You locked yourself in the bathroom and washed off the blood and then slipped silently into bed. Wanda tried to cuddle up against you, but you shrugged her off of you and rolled away.

“What are you thinking about, darling?” Wanda asked sweetly.

You didn’t hear her. She moved closer to you. You didn’t even notice. She took the chance. She dropped her duster and hastily sat down next to you. She folded her knees and brushed up against you. She threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you against her.

“What’s the matter?” She mumbled, pressing a kiss against your temple.

You shook your head and scratched at your palm.

“Tell me, baby.”

“I think,” you began, quietly. “I think I died out there.”

“No,” Wanda soothed. “Nonono, you’re alive, honey. You’re here, with me.”

That was the last straw. You clawed your way out of her arms. She watched surprised as you stood and began to pace. You didn’t know why you were so angry. Wanda just wanted to protect you. You know she’d go to the ends of the earth to protect you.

“I’d never let you die alone, baby,” she tried.

“I die alone every day,” you scream. Wanda shook her head with tears in her eyes. “I die from everything the world contains; from what I saw, from what I heard. I die from what I lived.”

“I can fix it,” Wanda whispered.

“Wanda, no-”

“I can,” she interrupted. “I can take it all away. You’ll be whole again.”

“I’ll be empty.”

“You’ll be happy,” Wanda reached out for you. She held you by the waist and smiled up at you.

“I am happy,” you smiled sadly, stroking her cheek.

“Let me make it better,” Wanda rubbed a thumb over a gaping wound in your side. “I’ll make the world better. You’ll never die again.”

“I won’t remember anything.”

“I thought that’s what you wanted?”

You shook your head and slowly stepped away from your lover. She smiled, a sinister smile, one laced with confusion. You knew what she was capable of. You knew she wasn’t lying. She’d make the whole world new. No one would be themselves. You’d be an empty shell of the person you are, the soldier you are. you’d be someone else. You wouldn’t even be yourself.

“I’d be worse than dead,” you whispered. “I’d be a ghost who couldn’t remember why it haunts. I’d be empty and useless and loveless.”

Tears rolled slowly down your cheeks.

“I’ll love you,” Wanda whined.

You smiled.

“And I won’t know why.”

Wanda never really knew why you withstood this pain. You knew she could take it all away. You never let her. You cried and cried and cried. You bled. Wanda had seen you bleed more times than she cared to count. You hurt and you lived. You lived.

You lived.

Wanda still doesn’t understand. But she knows she can’t just fix it. So she lives. She lives with her pain, and yours, and the pain of the world. And it hurts, but that’s how she knows she’s alive. And every time she bleeds, she understands a little more.