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.

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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.

A/N: I’ve learned a very powerful lesson which is, Natasha fans don’t play around. 

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SUMMARY: After the night out with your friends you return home and find a surprise waiting for you next door. 

Later on that night you and Vision were the last pair standing as the rest of the group was drunk off their asses. 

You spent the rest of the night helping Vision get the drunk group home safely. 

You first dropped off Steve and Bucky, they weren’t as drunk as the rest but still in no condition to either drive or help care for the others. So you walked them to the door and bid them a good night with the gentle reminder to drink some water and take an aspirin. 

Then Monica who you entrusted her roommate Darcy to look after. 

Finally you helped get Pietro to bed, making sure he was on his side and had water and aspirin on his nightstand next to him for when he woke up, although you knew he was going to be ok you thought maybe it would be best if you slept on the couch just to make sure he would be alright. Wanda would be fine because she had Vision. Monica would be alright because she had Darcy taking care of her. Steve and Bucky would be alright because they had each other. But Pietro had no roommate or anyone to take care of him except you and Wanda. 

After assuring Pietro was alright you set up your place on the couch. Gathering blankets and an extra pillow from Pietro’s bed that would go unmissed. While setting up your area your eyes caught the picture of you and the twins during your highschool years hanging on the wall. 

You smiled as you remembered how emo and edgy Wanda and Pietro looked and how eighties you unintentionally looked. 

You laughed and immediately wanted to turn the picture the other way out of embarrassment when you studied how you looked. 

Why did you think that looked good?

However embarrassed you were of the photo you smiled as you remembered your high school years with them. 

Pietro was the star track athlete and every girl (and guy) wanted him in one way or another. Yet for some unknown reason he stuck with you and Wanda. 

Wanda was the smartest among your small group and she didn’t even need to try. Looking back you don’t think you ever saw her study but yet somehow she managed to pass with flying colors that made Agatha green with envy. It wasn’t until she met Vision that you saw her actually apply herself and compete for valedictorian. 

You were the only one they listened to most of the time. You didn’t know why but they had always listened to what you said. 

You wonder what your trio would’ve been like as a quartet. 

As you laid your head and began to try to sleep you thought about Natasha and how she would’ve fit into that small group of yours. 

—

The morning started off pretty well so far for you. Pietro had woken up before you for his morning run and brought back coffee and pastries from the local coffee shop around the corner. You spent the rest of the morning laughing and talking before finally departing on your way back to the bookstore to open. 

You really were thankful that you had thought ahead and had some clothes stored away at Pietro’s.  You ate breakfast with Pietro before finally departing to your bookstore a few blocks away. 

You hummed mindlessly all the way there. It had been a while since your last outing and last night had been refreshing, regardless of whether or not you got as drunk as everyone else did. You had fun. 

As you neared your store you noticed a moving van with people unloading next to it. Curiosity filled you as you began to wonder what would fill the empty store next to you. As you got closer you could see a petite blonde woman giving the people unloading directions. You could see she was heavily tatted, your eyes were drawn to one in particular on her collar, ‘Miss American Pie.” in beautiful handwriting. You didn’t know why but she looked familiar to you. You decided to pay no mind to it as you went to unlock the store. 

“(Y/n)?” 

You turned around and saw the blonde woman looking at you. Her features were fair and the shape of her nose was something to envy. You quickly remembered that she was the blonde woman from last night that had a six foot man in a chokehold. 

“You’re that woman from last night,” You say, “the one who put that man in a chokehold. I’ve got to say that was pretty cool.” 

“Did I?!” She asks astonished, “I was so drunk last night I can barely remember Nat putting me to bed.” 

“We’ve all been there,” You said, “how did you know my name though I don’t think I talked to you last night?”

“We were neighbors,” she explained, “you were friends with my sister Natasha.” 

Flashes of a little blonde girl came into mind that usually stuck to Natasha like glue. 

“Yelena?” You asked before the blonde grinned from ear to ear and nodded. “Oh my god I am so sorry I didn’t recognize you.” 

“It’s no problem,” Yelena said, “it took me a few minutes too to remember who you were.” 

“So are you the one moving in next door?” 

“No actually,” Yelena said, “I’m just helping set everything up for the shop before going back to my place a few blocks down from here.” 

“Who is moving in?” 

“That would be me, Nancy Drew.” 

You turned your head and there stood Natasha. Her tattoos now were more visible in light and decorated her skin like paint on a canvas. You thought she looked like she came straight out of a vogue magazine. 

“Good you’re here.” Yelena said as Natasha made her way to where you both stood, “Toni doesn’t know how you want to arrange the stations and needs help on that. Dad is trying to fight the movers and Mom is nowhere to be found.” 

“Where’s Clint?” Natasha sighed. 

“Still sleeping off his hangover.” Yelena explained. 

“Ok,” Natasha said, “tell Toni I’ll be there in a few minutes to help her, tell Dad if he doesn’t knock it off Mom will knock him out, and Mom is probably upstairs checking out the apartment and I would try Clint’s phone if that doesn’t work get Nick.” 

Yelena stood there expectantly at her sister before finally Natasha said. “Please oh great sister of mine.” 

“There you go, was that so hard?” Yelena says before turning back to you. “I’ll see you later (Y/n), have Nat invite you to the housewarming party next week before she chickens out.” 

“I was going to do that,” Natasha calls after her sister as Yelena begins to walk away. 

“You weren’t doing it fast enough.” Yelena says before disappearing in the store leaving just you and Natasha. 

“So you’re moving in next door?” You ask.

“Yeah,” Natasha says, “bout time I put down some roots, open up that tattoo shop I’ve been dreaming about since I first walked into one.” 

“That explains the look then.” You say. 

“What look?” Natasha smiles knowing exactly what you meant. 

“That look you gave me all the time when you knew something I didn’t and tried to be all mysterious about it.” You explained and Natasha laughed. “So what is this tattoo shop going to be called?” You asked Natasha who ceased laughing before finally answering. 

“Black Widow.” Natasha replied before gazing at her store with a sparkle in her eye that you were familiar with. It was the same look in your eye every time you looked at your store. Just as you were about to say something the vibrating sound of Natasha’s phone rang. Natasha grabbed it from her pants before sighing and looking back at you. 

“I’ve got to take this call, it should just take a second.” Natasha said, understanding what she meant you said, “it’s ok,” You replied, “I’ll just be in the store setting up shop so come and visit when you’re done with the call.” 

“I will,” Natasha promised before answering her phone. You turn the keys into your door and begin to set up shop. 

You barely got through counting the drawer before Natasha comes through the door. The look on her face immediately got your attention. The redheaded woman leaned on your counter. 

“Do you happen to know any artists that might have some pieces ready?” Natasha asks. 

“Yeah my friend Steve,” You say, “I can give you his home number and his cell. His husband might answer though, his name is Bucky. If he asks how you got the number just tell him it was me.” You said as you quickly wrote the two seperate numbers on a piece of paper before handing it to Natasha. 

“You are a lifesaver thank god.” Natasha praised. 

“So who was on the phone?” You asked. Natasha groaned as she remembered how the heated discussion went. 

“This artist that I had previously contracted to create some tattoo’s for us. He called to back out of the deal and since not all of the paperwork was signed he had every right to back out and take his pieces with him.” 

“Why did he back out?” 

“Didn’t say,” She responded, “but I owe you big time for this thank you so much.” 

“Don’t mention it, Steve is the best and I’m sure he’ll appreciate the business.” You responded. 

“Well if Steve is the best then I definitely owe you dinner at least.” Natasha said as she began to make her way to the door, “I’ll swing by around eight.” 

As you were about to argue about it, she continued. 

“No arguments,” Natasha cut off as she opened the door, throwing you an over the shoulder look before saying, “Just bring your pretty self Nancy Drew.” One of her blue eyes winks before sauntering off knowing how flushed your face is just from being called pretty. 

—

The day had been busier than you anticipated. From one kid destroying a complicated book display to a karen or two saying this book or that book should be on sale when in reality it wasn’t. Finally the numerous people ceased and it was time to start closing shop. 

You counted the drawer and left two hundred in the drawer, turned the sign to closed, re-did the book display, vacuumed and swept, wiped the counter, finally came to organize and restock the shelves. 

You grabbed as many boxes of books as you could before returning to the shelves to stack. It was overall a tedious process, especially for the high shelves. 

You were about to put the last one on the shelf when you heard the store door open. 

“Hey are you rea-” Natasha began before the door closed behind her and the shelf in front of you collapsed. You sighed as you stepped down from the stepping stool to assess the damage, however the redhead had somehow beaten you to it. 

“It looks like whoever installed this shelf for you didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground.” She said as she picked up said shelf. “Thankfully I know my way around a drill and just so happen to have a million screws laying around next door.” 

“Nat you don’t need to-” 

“It’s not a problem Nancy Drew,” Natasha assured, “I’ll be right back with a couple of screws and a drill. We’ll have that fixed in no time.” and with that Natasha left the store out of the same door she just came in from. You start to get the books that had haphazardly fallen from the shelves and you prayed that none of the pages from the books had creased or any of the spines bent. 

True to her word Natasha returned a few minutes later with a tool kit in one hand and a drill in another. Her usual leather coat was nowhere to be seen leaving her arms exposed. 

You could see that she had one arm sleeved with tattooed webs and the other had a few miscellaneous tattoos here decorating her arm like ink on a canvas. 

You watched patiently, being very careful not to let your eyes wander from her face. However you would catch yourself more than once staring at the way her tattoos moved with her muscles. 

Once the shelf was properly installed and stacked the redheaded woman turned to you. 

“I should probably check the other shelves to make sure they’re properly installed.” Natasha said, breaking you out of your trance. 

“You don’t need to do that.” You quickly said. Not wanting to bother her further. 

“It really isn’t a big deal.” Natasha assured, “what kind of neighbor would I be if I didn’t help you out huh?” She smiled as the argument on your lips fell silent. 

“Fine but I’m ordering take out and you’re picking the place.” You said already reaching for your phone, Natasha was about to argue but was quickly cut off, “after all what kind of neighbor would I be if I allowed you to go hungry after doing me a favor?” 

Natasha smiled as the argument fell silent on her lips. 

—

After listing off a few different restaurants that deliver, Natasha settled on ordering a pepperoni pizza with wings and asked if you had any beer. After confirming that Natasha went straight to work on the shelves. 

Natasha was done re-installing the shelves by the time the pizza and wings arrived. While dealing with the delivery person Natasha grabbed two ice cold beers from the cooler you brought downstairs from your apartment. 

The night was spent in a bunch of laughter and conversation. You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun and felt this deep of a connection with someone. Even though it had been years since you had last seen each other and had a moment like this, you couldn’t help but feel like no time had passed. Like she was still your blue haired neighbor and you were her book obsessed best friend. 

As the night dwindled you found yourselves laying on the floor next to each other in comfortable silence. 

Well almost. 

Despite feeling like no time had passed you can’t ignore that it did, you can’t forget how she got up and left one day. Without a word and you were left wondering for years what happened to her. 

You still were trying to piece together what happened. 

“Hey Nat?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you leave?” 

The question hung in the air for a second until you heard Natasha let out a shaky breath. 

“I didn’t know we were going to until that day,” She said, “I wanted to say goodbye but I couldn’t.”

“Why though?” You asked.

“I just couldn’t,” She said, “I want to tell you more, I do. But just trust me when I say that it’s going to take time for me to actually put it into words.” There was a silence before she continued, “you deserve a proper explanation.” 

“I do,” You agreed, “you were my best friend and you just disappeared. That hurt me and for a while I thought it was me-” 

“No,” Natasha interrupted, “it wasn’t you.” 

After another pause you continued. 

“Whenever you can tell me,” You said, turning your head to look her in her oceanic eyes, “I’ll be here with open ears.” 

Natasha smiled before you both turned your heads back to the ceiling. Your hands brushing against each other like it was old times again.

A/N: Hey this is a new series! I’ve been meaning to write something for her for a while now so here ya go enjoy! 

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SUMMARY: After Wanda announces her engagement a familiar face returns into your life. 

“(Y/n)!”

You heard the familiar chime of the doorbell and the familiar excited voice of your friend fill the relatively empty store. You whipped your head to her just in time to see her barrelling toward you and captured you in a bone crushing hug. 

“Whoa there Wands,” You said as you returned the hug, “did something happen or are you just that happy to see me?” 

Wanda quickly released you from her vice grip, “oh nothing much happened,” Wanda paused before holding up her left hand, “except this.” On her left hand on her ring finger sat a beautiful vintage ring. 

“Oh my god!” You exclaim smiling as you grab her hand to get a closer look at the ring, it was simple in design but it really suited Wanda. ‘When did this happen?!” 

“Last night,” Wanda reveals happily her smile never deterring, “Vis and I were watching reruns of the Dick Van Dyke Show, I told him how Mary’s ring was beautiful and next thing I know he asks ‘is it as beautiful as this ring’ next thing I know he’s down on one knee with the ring in his hand asking me to marry him.” 

“I’m so happy for you and Vis.” You congrat Wanda as you and her continue to talk about her engagement for a few more minutes. 

“Actually Vis and I were planning on going to the city tonight to celebrate, are you busy?” Wanda asks. You take a quick look at your calendar finding nothing but closing the store on the agenda for tonight. 

“Nope,” You respond, “just have to close the store.” 

“Close early and Vis and I will pick you up,” Wanda said, “We’re bringing Pietro, Steve, Bucky, and Monica with us.” 

You hesitate for a bit, but you take one look into Wanda’s pleading eyes, the same eyes that have gotten you into more than your fair share of trouble since highschool, next thing you know you’re nodding your head in agreement.

Wanda lets out a small squeal before enveloping you once again in a small hug before saying goodbye and that Pietro will pick you up by seven. 

As you continue about your day, stacking books and working the register you start to wonder when the last time you actually had a date was. 

During the slow rush you decide to check your calendar again. You flip through each page until finally you land three months prior where you had plans to meet up with the local coffee barista at some bar you can’t remember the name of. What you do remember is that the date ended with you buying a half quart of ice cream and watching reruns of Gilmore Girls. 

You check the clock and check the store to find it empty. You decide now would probably be a good time to close and to start getting ready for the night in the city with Wanda and the rest. 

You turn the sign on the door to ‘closed’ and push all thoughts of dating to the back of your mind. 

—

You had just slipped your shoes on when you heard Pietro knock on your door in the familiar pattern he’s done since high-school. 

You answer the door to reveal Pietro. You always thought he had looked handsome in that mischievous way. But when he wears that white button up and slacks with his hair gelled back he is a special type of handsome. 

“Well damn don’t we look fancy tonight?” You say as Pietro noticeably checks you out in the same appreciation. You did a small turn in your black dress that fell just mid thigh. 

“And you don’t look too bad yourself Princeza,” Pietro said as he offered his arm in an overdramatic gentlemanly style. Which you responded in kind, laughing slightly as you made sure to lock the door behind you before finally heading out.  

—

You were back in your parents backyard, sitting in that hammock with a book in your hands. Nancy Drew had wormed her way into eleven year old you’s heart, with all of her adventures and detective skills. 

Just as you were about to reach the climax of the book you heard a familiar voice. 

“Whatcha reading today?” You look away from the book and spot a familiar blue haired girl the same age. She was the neighbor that moved in about three years ago, Natasha, who quickly became your best friend. 

“Nancy Drew,”

“Again?”

“There’s more than one Natty.” You responded, next thing you know the book is lifted from your hands and Natasha is hovering over you with the book in her hands. 

“Naaat.” You whine as you try to reach for the book only to have her expertly move it away from you. 

“C’mon,” Natasha says as she makes her way to the bushes separating your yard and hers, “adventure awaits.” 

You struggle a little as you make your way out of your hammock and through the lush bushes to Natasha who slips through the crack in between. 

“Nat,” you warn lightly. 

“I promise I’ll give you the book back,” Natasha promises, “but first we go on an adventure! Grab your bike and meet me out front!” 

“Where exactly is this adventure?” 

“Just grab your bike, chatty cathy!” 

You hear her footsteps rush over to her bike as you rush to yours. 

By the time you let your parents know you’ll be riding your bike and get to the front of your house Natasha is already waiting for you. 

Together you both rode your bikes until finally settling on a clearing near the local park. There was this big oak tree and in front of it a huge rock as well covered in green moss. 

For a while both you and Natasha played by either climbing on the rock and proclaiming yourselves rulers of the land, climbing the tree, playing pretend in the most kid way possible. 

However you would catch glimpses sometimes, you didn’t know what, but it made you worry for her. Like how sad she looked, or scared. 

Finally, after being worn out by playing you both lay on the grass beneath you and watch as the fireflies began to dance around the big oak looking like thousands of moving stars. 

You were enjoying the bit of peace and silence when you felt her hand hold yours. You look over and see the blue haired girl still staring at the millions of fireflies with a smile on her lips. 

“Thank you for being my best friend.” She said gently as you looked away from her and continued watching the fireflies dance, until the sun finally set and it was time to go home. 

She never did give that book back. 

—

“Princeza, we’re here.” You hear the familiar accented voice say. You slowly open your groggy eyes to see the glittering lights of the city. 

“How long was I out?” 

“An hour.” 

“So the whole car ride,” You say, you could see Pietro nod from the driver’s side, “I’m sorry.” 

“What for?” 

“I was asleep the whole car ride, you were probably bored.” 

“No, I wasn’t bored,” Pietro said, “I know you haven’t been sleeping much because of the store.” 

Here it comes. 

“You need to start working less Princeza,” Pietro continued concerned, “you spend all your waking hours at the store, tending to your books, and life is going to pass you by.” 

“Pietro-” 

“I don’t mean to be harsh or rude,” Pietro quickly added, “it’s just I see you all the time at the store and nowhere else lately. I get that the store is demanding, but just try to make some time for yourself. Promise me?” 

You look at him and can’t refuse. 

“I promise.” 

You can start relaxing tonight. 

—

You came to quickly realize that clubbing really wasn’t your thing. 

A pile of random sweaty bodies ground on each other on the dance floor to music that hurt your eardrums. 

It wasn’t that you were judging anyone for liking this atmosphere, it just wasn’t your cup of tea, you preferred to stay on the sidelines and watch your friends dance. 

And the full bar proved that you weren’t the only one. 

You had looked away for a second to order a beer when you spotted someone familiar. 

It was dark save for the flickering lights that illuminated her every once in a while. You couldn’t place where you knew her but you knew that you knew her. It was in the way she walked with a certain grace and her eyes were sharp enough to cut through you and you imagined her tongue was the same way. 

She must have noticed you staring because the next thing you know she’s staring right at you. Your eyes lock and that’s when it hits you. 

You didn’t recognize her without her blue hair. 

Natasha. 

You panic and turn back to the bar to order that beer you were going to order about five minutes ago. You mentally beat yourself up, if you didn’t look like a creep before you definitely did now. 

You were so busy mentally assaulting yourself that you didn’t notice the redhead sauntering her way to you and sit on the empty barstool next to you. 

“Well if it isn’t Nancy Drew.” 

You turn your head and see Natasha there beside you. Her hair was shoulder length and no longer blue. Now her hair was it’s natural elegant red color, her blue eyes sharper than you remember as well as her cheekbones. You noticed hints of tattoos peeking out from the collar and sleeve of her leather coat. 

“You never did return that book.” 

You both couldn’t help the laugh that erupted. Even though it’s been years somehow it almost feels like no time has passed. 

Almost. 

“So what’ve you been up to?” Natasha asked, “still into books?”

“Uh yeah,” You confirm, “I actually own a bookshop back home.” 

You see Natasha smile from ear to ear before taking a sip of what was your beer now it seems to be adopted by Natasha. 

“That’s so you,” Natasha said before taking another sip from the beer bottle. 

“Well what about you?” You ask, “what have you been up to?” 

You could see the hesitancy in Natasha’s face, just as she was about to answer, however you see a light brown haired male come up beside her. 

“Hey Nat, I hate to interrupt but we got a Budapest situation over here.” Natasha swerved her attention to where he pointed at the blonde who was obviously drunk off her ass putting a six foot tall man into a choke hold. Which you had to admire and be impressed at. 

“I guess that’s my cue Nancy Drew,” Natasha said as she took one last sip from the beer bottle before abandoning it. As she was making her way through the crowd but before she got too far you saw her turn around. 

“What was the name of your bookstore again, Nancy Drew?!” She yelled over the crowd. 

“Oh-um- Summertime Stories!” You call out, you catch a glimpse of something in her eyes before it disappears. 

“I’ll see ya soon Nancy Drew!”  

Oh how right she was.

Chapter 1 

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Chapter 3 

Chapter 4 (Coming Soon)

Saturday Night Fun (Should’ve Known Oneshot series)

A/N: Hey so this chapter gets a little heated. Also I’m so sorry for not posting in MONTHS! I recently just got done with college and there are still a lot of things I still need to do. I am hopefully going to see M.O.M tomorrow so NO SPOILERS FOR M.O.M In comments please!

Summary: Nick watches the twins while you and Wanda deal with an old friend. (by popular demand this is the oneshot where you and Wanda confront Bucky for being a damn snitch.)

“Alright Nick looks like we have everything,” You said after double checking to make sure your phone was charged and you had your wallet in your purse, “You sure you’ll be alright with the twins until we get back?”

“Do I look like an amature to you (L/n)?” Nick asks with his arms crossed, to anyone else the eyepatched man would be intimidating, however you’ve grown used to his intensity. 

“It’s Maximoff now!” Wanda called, she took a little longer than you in the bathroom but you didn’t mind. She looked beautiful to you regardless.

“You still haven’t asked for my blessing!” Nick retorted. 

“We should be back around three or four,” You ignored the banter between your wife and your only father figure, “if you need anything don’t hesitate to call. The twins are already down for the night but they should be good. There’s leftovers in the fridge in case you feel hungry or anything, the wifi password is-”

“You worry too much, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Once or twice.” you respond sheepishly. Nick gave you a firm squeeze on your shoulder, the closest thing the feared director of SHIELD Nick Fury gives to a hug.

“Everything will be fine,” Nick reassured, “and don’t be shy and get you and Wanda a room if you’re feeling tired after your night of fun.” Nick lets go of your shoulder. 

“Are you sure Nick?”

“I’m certain,” Nick says firmly. 

“Alright,” Wanda says coming out of the hallway, her scarlet hair curled and she wears a black dress with a red leather coat. Black lined her eyes and a nude lip, as she was busy grabbing her purse you were mentally fist bumping whatever god gave you the hottest fucking woman you’ve ever seen as your wife. “We should get going if we want to make our reservation.” As if noticing you for the first time Wanda does exactly the same thing in her mind, your hair was styled and goddamn your ass looked fine in those pants. 

“Stop gawking at each other and go already,” Nick impatiently said, “you’ve got reservations to keep.”

“You just want us gone so you can watch the bachelorette.” You sassed. 

“It’s the season finale and I refuse to be kept in suspense for longer.” Nick defended. You link your hand with Wanda and go towards the door together. 

“Oh and ladies,” Nick called as you were leaving, you both stopped to look at him, “try to play nice, I would hate to apologize to the Princess of Wakanda for ruining her handiwork.”

“I don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep.” You said before finally saying goodbye and going off in the night with Wanda by your side. 

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“Is the reservation ready?” You ask Wanda, the lights of brooklyn illuminating her in its glow.  

“Seems so,” Wanda says, pointing to the lone silhouette in the diner across the street. You both look at each other in a comfortable silence. You made your way across the street and into the diner. It was run down and you silently thanked it was a slow night in this diner in brooklyn. The only ones there were the cook, waitress, and the man in the booth whose back was to you and Wanda. You gave Wanda a look and with a wave of her hand the everyone in the diner froze in place. Everyone except you and the man in the booth. You and your wife made your way to him. And without him having to look behind him he says. 

“I was wondering when you were going to show up.” 

“But you knew we would,” Wanda said, ushering you into the seat across from the dark haired man. The fluorescent lights glinted off of his artificial arm. His blue eyes glanced at the frozen staff. 

“I would offer to buy you ladies a drink but I don’t think the waitress is taking any orders.” Bucky said, taking a sip from the glass at the table. A moment of silence passed, tension thick and sharp as knives, you and Wanda did not hide the animosity in your glares. 

“Before we get started,” You said leaning forward, “do you have anything to say in your defense?”

“Like what?”

“Like why you did it,” You said, “why you betrayed my trust and not only kept me in the dark but also put my family’s safety on the line.” 

“He had the right to know-”

“You should have told me.” You interrupted, “you should have discussed it with me. Instead of pussy footing around-”

“That’s not very lady-like language-” Before he could antagonize you further you reached over the table and slammed his head down on the table. Careful not to cause more than a broken nose. Bucky grunted in pain before holding his nose and without hesitation with a sickening crack, realigned his nose. You leaned across the table again, the heat of your glare scalding the winter soldier before you. 

“Anything else smart to say.” you dared, he looked as though he was about to say something but one look to the redhead beside you and he thought otherwise. 

“You betrayed me,” You said, “You betrayed us.” You motion to your wife beside you. “And I think I know why.”

“Enlighten me,” Bucky said, a hint of aggression in his tone and something else you knew all too well. 

Fear. 

“You love Steve, you always have.” you start, “I know it broke your heart as well as mine when he left for Peggy all those years ago.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Yes I do,” you interrupt, “I think I’m one of the only people who knows.” Bucky sighed and looked at his hands. 

“You were pissed off,” you continue, “it felt like the world had stopped spinning, there was too much noise, and yet you never felt so alone.” Your eyes never left his large frame, which now had seemingly shrunk. “Now you had memories and dreams of someone who was no longer there. And there was a hole, a hole that no matter how much you tried to fill it with someone or something… it would never be complete without him.” You take a breath and take your wife’s hand, it was smaller than yours, softer as well. 

“But he didn’t stay with Peggy-”

“No he didn’t,” you said, “but I think, maybe, that pissed you off even more.”

“Why would I be more pissed off at that?” He gruffed. 

“Multiple reasons.”

“Enlighten me then sweetheart.” He whispered, anyone else would shake at the look he was giving you. However, you’ve faced worse. 

“You were pissed off because it showed that he was willing to leave you behind for someone else,” You said your eyes matching his, “you were pissed off that even though he came back he wasn’t going to stay,” his eyes narrow, “but I think what pissed you off more…” You paused, unsure whether or not you should go that far. 

“What sweetheart,” he snarled, “you think you know me so well, tell me what pissed me off more.” 

“What pissed you off more,” You started, “was that he didn’t come back for you.” 

As though he was just stabbed, Bucky’s frame flinched and tensed. The truth was as plain as day on his face. 

You were rarely wrong on such matters. 

“So you did what you could do,” you continued, “you lashed out on the person he came back for.” His shoulders still tense as his eyes refused to meet your gaze again, “Instead of telling me, you decided to make my life hell by keeping the ghost of him around with the justification of giving me ‘puzzle pieces to put together’ as though I was in the right state of mind to do that.” You continued not caring about the 6 foot soldier curling in on himself, “and when that didn’t work out, you took all that energy and directed it to everyone else around you.” You motioned Wanda to lift Bucky’s head up, red swirled around her fingertips as Bucky’s face was suddenly brought back to focus on yours. “And you know what I think pissed you off the most out of all these reasons?” There was a pause, “Was that I had moved on, while you were stuck in the past.” And with that you landed the final blow. You nod at Wanda letting her know to drop her spell. With a wave of her hand the diner returned to its previous bustle. Just as you were about to leave the dark haired man alone you stopped. 

“I understand why you did what you did,” you said, “Even if I’m wrong I understand…I would forgive you if it was just me you fucked over… But it wasn’t. You completely turned my kids life upside down, and you made my wife terrified. I’m thankful that Steve understood and we reached an amicable arrangement, but it had all the potential to not be so. In that regard you are lucky, because if you thought that this talk was bad, there would be no telling what I would do to you if that wasn’t the case. You didn’t just fuck me over when you did that, you put my family through hell. And for that, I will never forgive you.” 

And with that you and Wanda walked hand in hand out of that diner, together, ready to put the past behind you once more.

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Having dinner on the balcony of his condo seems like the ideal, fairytale evening only someone like him could offer. The two of you sitting so close after your meal to keep warm in the breeze has your heart fluttering, the heat rushing to your cheeks. He’s more than a gentleman when he removes his coat with a shrug of his shoulders, wrapping it around you with nothing but care and adoration in his eyes, eyes sparkling brighter than the stars in the sky. Blushing, you thank him while sipping your wine and you’re not sure how many glasses you’ve had when you’re so lost in his love and wrapped up in him.

The view of the city from his balcony is breathtaking, and you comment on the fact, but he finds it difficult to focus when he can only remind himself how beautiful you look in the dress trimmed in black lace he picked out just for you. The weight of his gaze has you blushing all over again, though you’ve experienced this exact evening with him hundreds of times and somehow he always manages to make it feel like the first.

“You look incredible tonight,” he leans over to whisper in your ear, a chill running down your spine from his deep voice so close to make you weak in the knees. The two of you have left the table for his staff to clear while you cling to the railing with one hand, wine glass cupped in the other. He stands behind you, arms wrapped around your waist to make sure you’re warm, and there’s no way you couldn’t be when he’s so close. “I love this dress on you.”

“What? This old thing?” you tease, earning a chuckle and kiss against your jaw when his lips begin to roam. Never mind that he had it ordered and sent to you only hours ago – something he does when he wants to be spontaneous with his surprises. And there are never enough of those when it comes to you, according to him. 

“You know where it would look great?” he asks, hands falling from your waist to grip your hips, mouth lowering to your neck to earn goosebumps with every single kiss.

“On your bedroom floor?” you reply, only half-jokingly but the thought does send warmth flooding throughout your body.

“Well, I was going to say at this boring dinner I have to attend next week where I would like you to accompany me,” he informs you, “but I do like the way you think.” 

Suddenly, he turns your body to face him. In the midst of the abrupt motion, you’re not sure if it’s the wine or coming so close to his lips that leaves you light-headed, but you ignore the rush for now as he leans closer. His soft, warm lips against your own soothes the dizziness in seconds, deepening the kiss in a moment’s notice as your hand rises to wrap fingers around his neck. The action earns a groan against your skin with his body pressing against your own to allow you to feel the excitement of being so close and having you in his arms.

When he pulls away, you can’t help but to gulp as the blood rushes to your head once again upon seeing his eyes darken with desire, licking his lips to savor the taste of you on his skin. And all it takes is one nod of his head and a slip of your hand in his to signal where the night is headed.

As you make your way from the balcony to head inside, you’re glad you left your heels by the door in fear of stumbling as he guides you. Your legs quiver, from his kiss and from the alcohol, so unsteady in moments and it doesn’t take long for him to notice.

“Too much wine?” he teases you, pausing to press a hand to the small of your back to keep you upright. A smirk forms on his lip as warmth rushes to your face, feeling embarrassed you might have gotten carried away, but it’s always so easy to let loose with him.

“I, uh, yes!” Then you giggle, trying to form words but you only ever realize how tipsy you are when it’s too late. His smile widens with a shake of his head, continuing to drag you through the large living room on ice cold, wooden floors chilling your bare feet. As you make your way down the long hallway, passing room after room you’re not even sure what he uses them for, the dizziness turns into drowsiness, barely being able to keep your balance while he pulls you along.

Relief floods you the moment you’re in his spacious bedroom, finding comfort in his bed against the soft, white and gray duvet once he guides you to have a seat. Watching as he tugs the buttons on his sleeves before beginning to roll them to his elbows warms your body twice as much, even though the alcohol electrifying every inch of you already has you so hot… and suddenly sleepy.

Your eyes flutter, though not from need or desire, but from the effects of one too many glasses of wine. Biting your lip, you try to focus on him as he reaches behind you, exhaling softly once he unzips the back of your dress.

“You know,” he says, fingers gripping the lacey straps to ease them down your shoulders, “you’re so cute when you’re sleepy.”

Your back hits the soft, cool duvet a second later, struggling to keep your eyes open while he peels the dress from your body, folding it once before setting it against the matching, white bench at the foot of the bed. He leaves you in white, lace lingerie he’s also gifted you the same afternoon, biting his lip as he takes in the sight of you, but it quickly turns innocent as he pulls the covers back before assisting you in resting your head against the pillow.

“And you’re cute when you’re… cute,” you babble, causing him to laugh softly and shake his head. 

Soon, he has you all bundled up beneath the blankets, so warm and so close to drifting off to sleep. A kiss against your forehead urges you to give in to the sleepiness, and his hand caressing your back eases all the tension from your body to have you succumbing to a peaceful dreamland.

Even if it’s not the way you expected to end such a fairytale evening, you can’t help but to think he is still your prince charming.