AN: Hello everyone! Sorry this isn't a ScarletVision fic but its a ScarletAmerica. I ship Steve and Wanda just as much as I do Wanda and Vision. Hope you guys like it!
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"Maximoff, Wanda." She read. "We give you many thanks for being apart of our expanding university. We hope to see you soon this fall.
From, the staff of Sokovia university."
Once she ended Clint broke out into a full round of applause. Sam Wilson pulled Wanda into a hug and laughed. "Good job, I'm so proud of you!"
Several complements followed. But all went silent when Steve said his. "Congratulations, Wanda." She tilted her head to the side, brushing her curled brown hair with her fingers.
"Thank you, Steve.."
"Well I suppose we should have a celebration." Clint said, leaning on the bar table. That was a great idea. Wanda loved parties as much as the next person, but she didn't want all the attention.
"Um, no I'm fine really. We can just get a meal and-."
Sam cut the witch off and put an arm around her shoulder. "We are gonna have more than a meal..." Falcon grinned and turned his head to Stark, who was sitting on the loveseat.
"That's where I come in." Tony stood up and agusted his sunglasses and put his hands on his hips. "You like balls right? You're a classy girl? Dances, dresses. Tailcoats?"
Wanda turned a dark shade of red and she crossed her arms, laughing nervously. "Stark where- where are you going with this?"
Tony knew exactly what to do. Vision told him that Wanda enjoyed poetry, red roses, dresses, black red and white. And once Stark found out that Wanda was accepted into Sokovia university, he had the most perfect idea for her 'going away party'.
"Pride and prejudice...?" He asked. Wanda looked at the ground and formed her mouth in the shape of an o.
"Sure the costumes will look a bit kooky but I know how much you love the 19th century." The Ironman chuckled.
He took out a small pad from his pocket and flicked it, several photos popped up of women and men. Tailcoats were finley worn by the male models, and no doubt were the dresses gorgeous on the ladies. Wanda does love the 1800's, full of romance, roses and old fashion shades of color. But really does she need all of this? Well, Stark is known to take things over the top.
"Very wonderful, really.." Wanda grinned. "But, is this really ok? I don't need all of this-."
"Oh but Wanda you do." Natasha purred. "You told me you love this style, why not just take it?"
"I don't know Stark, Wanda doesn't like to make things look like it's all about her. She's...humble." Steve looked at the Scarlet witch and smiled.
It's been a bit awkward between Steve and Wanda. Their conversations seem short and simple, Steve is different when Wanda is in the mix, which made her question if Steve is even mentally alright. She promised the team she would NOT enter anyone's minds unless they say so. She tries hard not to enter Steve's but she is just so curious.
Wanda looked at Rogers and smiled. She thanked him again for the kind statement and then turned to Stark. "I don't know what to say."
"We can announce why the ball is happening, but we will leave it at that. I'll start calling the caterers." Tony then walked out of the room, typing on his phone frantically. Wanda held a hand out to stop the Ironman but failed, she gave up and looked at Steve, shaking her head and laughing.
"Wow, your very own ball." Natasha put an arm around her and chuckled. "Maybe, just maybe you will find your Mr Darcy."
"Darcy?" Vision tilted his head and cleared his throat. "I don't remember a Darcy in the Avengers initiative. Shall I check my quota."
"No silly. It's a story, a fantasy, and a metaphor." Clint added. Wanda watched the Vision ask Clint more interesting questions about this 'Darcy'. Viz did not have a good understanding when it came to fiction and poetry. Wanda herself even tried to explain it to him, he shook his head and told her it was too much. "Besides who in the Avengers is an arrongant, pompus, self centered man?"
Sam rolled his eyes and stared at the hall Stark just walked into. Clint and Natasha laughed quietly while Wanda put a finger to her lips.
She was happy Stark managed to create this dance for her and her collage departure, but the witch still felt like she held a grudge against him. She still could hear the cumpling tile in her kitchen as the hole formed. She still could see the four letter word on the missle. The feeling of the shifts in the rubble, the soft grip in Pietro's hands.
The Avengers looked like a lie according to her brother and to Sokovia itself. People started unions and little clubs where men brought whiskey and beer, then started ranting about how terrible a person Tony Stark is.
But he wasn't the only person Sokovia hated, no. She could hear unruly comments about Natasha in those clubs, 'Whore' 'Slut'. Pietro and Wanda started to believe these comments coming from the Sokovians.
But Roger's were the worst. Pictures and posters depicted Steve as a liar and a bloody killer. He was usually covered in blood, or almost zombie like in these posters, comparing him to the devil, or an evil spirit. They were wrong, all wrong. Sokovia was the liar.
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Wanda entered the shower quickly and started to soap her hair with her favorite scented shampoo, strawberry. After she rinsed and washed she got in her favorite bright cherry red bathrobe and sat on her bed.
She looked to the left and huffed, while furrowing her brow. Her right hand twitched and the labtop on her desk floated to her. She was glad that she could use this power to grab things instead of getting up.
She opened her labtop and began to type documents and sent them to her teachers, introducing herself. Wanda never made up her mind about what she will major in or what her preferred occupation is. She was so caught up with Ultron and Hydra.
Her typing slowed when she heard the door creak open.
"Busy? Should I leave?" Natasha smiled, crossing her arms and leaning on the door.
"Uh, no, no don't leave. Come." She patted her hand on the side of bed and Natasha walked to the spot and slowly sat down.
Seconds ticked. Then once a minute pasted the Blackwidow spoke. "We are all gonna miss you. Even Stark."
"That's good to hear...I guess." She smirked and sent the last letter to her science teacher. "You never went to collage, right Natasha?"
"In the room. That's where I learned techniques and such." She sighed and rested her hand on her chin. Oh how Wanda wanted to enter her mind and learn more about her troubled life in Russia.
"You never had a dream job?"
Nat perked up and looked at her. "Being the widow was my only dream job."
"So I guess you don't have words to lift me up when going back to Sokovia, going back to school..." She laughed slightly and the sighed. She continued to type and Natasha only stared at her, blinking slowly. It was getting a bit awkward, Wanda bit her lip and then decided to change the subject. "I didn't enter Steve's mind, but...he seems..."
"I can read him too. Yeah he's off." Natasha shrugged. "He seems timid. Do you think Bucky's...freeze got to him."
"Not sure." Wanda's lips pursed. "He's safe though."
Natasha nodded. "By the way, I was meaning to give you this. Viz helped me pick this one out. He knows how much you love black and red, so do I." She pulled out a small black box from her yoga pants pocket and handed it to Wanda.
The Scarlet witch gasped. It was a small silver, red and black braclet with an arched M in the middle. Maximoff.
"Maximoff..." Blackwidow said. "I don't want it to give you bad thoughts I just-."
"No! I love it!" Wanda smiled and hugged her friend. "Thank you! And thank Vision too."
"Will do." Nat smiled and hugged Maximoff back. "Keep writing, collage is a lot of work." She closed the door before Wanda could say another word. "Oh and keep an eye on Rogers, he seems..." She didn't finish, Blackwidow was gone.
Wanda nodded and continued to type. Once she finished she set down the labtop and pulled out a novel from her self. 'Pride and prejudice.' Really? Wanda cocked her head to the side and turned a page. In the very back of the book she noticed notes and history paragraphs showing what it was like for most english aristocrats back in the 1800s. She tilted her head farther when she saw the clothing page.
She laughed at the sight, imagining her in a tight corset and a tight dress made her happy, and amused. She looked at the mens. She lifted a hand and red surrounded her fingers and the pen below her bed. It moved into her hand and she gripped it softly. She moved her pen to the male figure on the page and slowly began to draw fluffy short hair on him and a broad nose.
Wanda pressed her lips together and moved torwards the arm. She drew a circle over the arm and the hand. She made smaller circles in the big one and shaded them in.
Once she finished, she put a star in the middle of the shield.
