Summary: Just a few oneshots that chronicle Scarlet America in my Chaos story. Can be read as a stand-alone with only few references to Teen Wolf.
First Date:
Wanda's POV:
Wanda wasn't like normal girls. She didn't go gaga over the latest boy-band. She didn't dress for the sole purpose of looking good or matching the latest fashion trend and she usually left her long hair loose and untamed. She wasn't the most social person in the world. She preferred to sit back and study the situation and the people involved before involving herself.
All that changed when within the last few years, she and her brother had been subjected to inhumane experiments and as a result had gained superhuman abilities. Later on, a new person joined them called Genim "Stiles" Stilinski. She and Pietro had opened up their little family duo and welcomed the young teenager like a brother and the three were now practically inseparable.
They had joined and betrayed a homicidal robot by the name of Ultron who believed that the only way to save the world was to destroy the people in it. They had met and fought with the Avengers. Once Ultron's intentions had been revealed they switched sides and fought to destroy the genocidal robot and his army, nearly losing Pietro in the process. Luckily her twin brother's life had been saved due to the timely intervention of her newly adopted brother.
It was in this time that Wanda had met Steve. When she had first seen him in Strucker's fortress, she had seen him through Stiles's mind. Even through the glimpses she had caught she admitted that the Captain was a very attractive man. However the desire to see the Avengers suffer outweighed any desire she may have had for the Captain at the time.
When they fought again in Wakanda, she had looked into Steve's mind and used his memories against him. After seeing into Steve's mind she had felt a great deal of guilt over causing him such pain. She knew what it was like to lose everything and everyone you know and love but unlike Steve, she at least had Pietro and later Stiles to help and support her. Steve had practically nothing only an amnesiac, brainwashed assassin best friend/brother and a long lost love that was in the final few months of her life.
When they defected from Ultron and tried to make up for the wrongs that they had committed she had been surprised that Steve even gave them the chance given what she had done to him in Wakanda. It had been months and Wanda still saw Natasha shoot her the odd dark look and mean glare.
When they had finally returned to America and began training at the new facility, it was Steve who was always there helping Stiles explain the American culture. He was the one teaching them the ways of an Avenger. She couldn't deny that seeing Steve work up a sweat on the training mats and then be pressed against that hard muscular body while learning physical combat had definitely been a very lovely bonus and if she was not mistaken, Steve enjoyed being pressed up against her too.
During that time Steve was practically the only person besides Vision who spoke to the trio without a stray thought of malevolence and distrust. Well, Vision didn't count because he hadn't experienced first hand what the trio could do if they used their powers against him. He told them stories about growing up in Brooklyn in nineteen forties, of how the war came and changed everything. He was basically the only person to treat them like people instead of weapons of mass destruction.
All that had made Steve and Wanda comfortable with one another. They had shared a few longing looks and quick glances which were almost immediately spotted by Natasha and her brothers. Pietro had of course wanted to run at Steve and punch the supersoldier in the jaw for daring to look at his sister while Stiles warned Wanda to be careful and that if she needed Stiles to kill Steve he'd do so in a heartbeat.
Natasha had warned Steve about Wanda. She still didn't trust her after what she had done to her in Wakanda but she was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt seeing as how she saw the way Steve's face would light up whenever Wanda was mentioned. That being said she still kept both eyes on Wanda at all times.
Which brought the whole story to right now. Last night Steve had asked her out on a date. He was to pick her up in one hour. She had at first been pleased by this but now, coming closer to the expected time she was beginning to panic. She had emptied out her entire wardrobe onto her bed and she still didn't know what to wear. Most of the clothes she had were Gothic Style or plain and practical. None them were really suitable for a date. Wanda realized what she would have to do. It would take the utmost courage to complete this dangerous task.
She hesitantly raised her fist and knocked gently on Natasha's door. She immediately stepped back as if afraid that the door would strike her for daring to interrupt it's room's resident. She didn't however receive a response. She knocked again, a bit more loudly this time. Still nothing. "Can I help you?" Natasha said from behind Wanda.
Wanda literally levitated a foot into the air before turning around. She swore she might have seen Natasha crack a smile but the expression disappeared and was instantly replaced by her usual expressionless mask of indifference. "I,,, um... uh... need help..." Wanda admitted. "With"? Natasha questioned.
Wanda took a deep breath before saying "I have a date with Steve and I have nothing to wear". Natasha studied Wanda for a few seconds before finally saying "How long until the date?". Wanda said "One hour, actually fifty minutes now". Natasha pursed her lips and replied "Well we've got out work cut out for us, follow me kid". Natasha stepped past Wanda and in to her room. Wanda hesitantly followed.
Steve's POV:
Steve was currently pacing up and down with a bouquet of flowers in his right hand. He was debating whether or not to return the flowers. "Is it too much for a first date? Should I put the flowers back, Pietro said orchids were her favorite, we used to bring flowers to dames back in the forties but is that still done now? Gah this world is confusing" Steve internally debated.
He had been nervous the whole day in preparation for his date. He had asked Sam for advice and his friend told him to simply just be himself. It was easier said than done. While he and Wanda had gotten close over the last few months, he was looking to go from being friends to being well, more than friends and he didn't want to mess anything up.
He had gone on dates since he had been thawed out of the ice and had been intimate a few times but in the end, they all seemed to end in misery. The last date he went on ended horrifically. They had gotten to the restaurant and Steve had been the perfect gentleman, pulled out her chair, talked about causal things and the food was nice.
At the end of the date, Steve had offered to pay the check but the woman insisted on paying half. Steve insisted more and the woman got angry. She accused Steve of being misogynistic and living in the old days. She then indicated that the only reason she had gone on this date was because of the fact that he was Captain America. She said all this in front of an entire packed restaurant. The woman in question left Steve sitting there amidst the crowd of nosy gossiping restaurant customers.
Needless to say Steve had taken a hiatus on dating much to Natasha's dismay. He was broken out of his thoughts when Natasha walked into the common room where Steve was waiting for Wanda. "Your welcome" she simply said before walking off into the kitchen. At the sound of clicking heels, Steve turned around and it took all his restraint not to gape and drool like an idiot.
Wanda was walking towards Steve. Her long brown hair was pulled to one side in a mass of wavy curls. Her usual red center necklace was in place. Her lips were covered in dark ruby red lipstick. Her black dress was low-cut yet modest, showcasing her creamy legs and accentuating her curvy figure. Her feet were adorned with dark heels that made her legs longer and her arms were bare. All in all, Steve felt unworthy to be standing in the presence of this beautiful goddess.
Wanda looked up shyly at Steve's suited form and said "Do I look ok?". Steve only said "Breathtaking". Wanda smiled and to Steve it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Regaining some of his composure he held out his hand and handed her the bouquet. "For you" he said.
Wanda took the flowers and looked delightedly at the orchids. "My favorites, you shouldn't have" she said bending down slightly to breathe in their lovely fragrance. "I'll go put these in water" She said but Natasha immediately stepped up beside her and said "I'll take those Wanda, why don't you two get going, have some fun".
Once Natasha had taken the flowers, Steve held out his arm and together they linked hands. At first contact, all the nerves that the two superheroes had been feeling seemed to vanish and they began to feel confident. The two caught each other's eye and they simply knew that they'd be alright.
The date went smoothly. Steve took her to a dining and dance club. They ate, they laughed and they talked about silly nonessential things. They moved on to the dance floor. "You know I've never really danced before" Wanda confessed. Steve smiled and said "That's ok, I'm pretty much hopeless myself". In the end they ended up swaying to the beat of the music.
Wanda looked up at Steve. "Steve this date was... perfect" Wanda told him. "It was only perfect because you were here, Wanda" Steve replied, internally cheering at not having screwed up the evening. Wanda laid her head on Steve's chest "I could stay like this forever" she murmured. Steve rested his head on top of Wanda's, they're bodies seemingly fitting together like a jigsaw piece. "Me too" he murmured.
At the end of the night Steve escorted her back to her room. "Steve you don't have to do this, I'm perfectly capable of walking back myself" Wanda joked. "Just making sure that you get home safe ma'am" Steve replied throwing in a bit of a terrible Southern accent for the fun of it. Wanda chuckled at Steve's tone and eventually the two arrived at her room.
"This is me" Wanda said. She turned around and looked up at Steve. She reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She pulled back and said "Thank you for the great night and for being the perfect gentleman Captain Rogers". Steve said "Your welcome Ms Maximoff". The two leaned in and kissed.
It grew more heated as Steve wrapped his arms around Wanda's waist pulling her closer to him while Wanda wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, carding her fingers through the hair on the back of Steve's head. The two pulled back, both were breathless. "We'll have to do this again" Wanda said shakily. "Agreed" Steve said and the two kissed again.
Steve had Wanda pressed against the door by now and his hands had moved lower down. While they were enjoying this both Steve and Wanda knew that this was much too fast and soon. Cursing inwardly the two pulled back. "I'd better go now or else I can't promise I'll be the perfect gentleman much longer". Wanda sighed dramatically and said "And that would be such a terrible thing wouldn't it".
Steve cupped her chin and brought her eyes to meet his. "I want this to go somewhere Wanda, I want us to take our time, I don't want to rush into anything we're not ready for" Steve told her gently. Wanda nodded and replied "Me too, I definitely want you but I want to make sure that we're ready to take that step".
Steve with great reluctance pulled back until he was only clutching Wanda's hand. He raised her hand and kissed the back of it gently and said "Goodnight Ms Maximoff". Wanda gently took her hand back and used it to blow a kiss at Steve. "Goodnight Mr Rogers" she replied. With that Steve walked off and Wanda went into her room, both of them feeling the beginnings of something great and beautiful.
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