Title: A First for Everything
Author: Sgt. Pepperony
Fandom: Avengers (MCU)
Rating: M for smut and language
Pairing: Steve/Wanda
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, characters or anything else.

Linked with Consequences, these are just some little moments of firsts for ScarletAmerica.

First Hug

The bunkers on the Hellicarrier had a television. Steve had woken up after spending the night comforting Wanda, having found her in the morgue crying over her brother's body and forced her down to the bunkers to try to get some rest, to find her sitting on the other bed staring intently at a screen.

It took him a moment to realise she was watching Toy Story and her eyes just looked wondrous, as though she had never seen the movie before. Steve had watched it due to Natasha wanting to hammer in a point about him being Woody (the old-fashioned idealist) and Tony being Buzz (shiny new thing with lasers). Granted he did think Natasha had a point but he did like the movie.

He looked at Wanda and found that her eyes were rimmed red, she no longer had her eyeliner on and she almost looked about ten years younger. From Steve's memory, he could just about tell that Wanda had gotten to the scene where Andy's belongings started to become Buzz Lightyear oriented.

He quietly got out of his bed and went to grab some food and not knowing if Wanda had eaten, he grabbed her some toast and a cup of coffee. She's still in the same position when he returned.

"Hey, I brought you some food," he said gently.

"Thanks." Her voice sounded dry.

"I bought some coffee."

"I don't like coffee."

"Oh. Right. Do you prefer tea? I can get you some tea if you want." She nods and he does bring her a cup. "Here. Are you feeling okay?"

"Not really if I am honest."

"Do you want to be alone?"

"No. You can stay." He sits on the other bed, mainly because he isn't entirely sure if Wanda wants comforting at this point. "Do you like the movie?"

"So far." They are silent to the moment where Buzz realises that he is in fact a toy and Wanda feels a quiver in her throat "Reality sucks."

"You've never seen this movie have you?"

"No. Sokovia was just recovering from repeated bombings made during the Yugoslavia Wars. The only cinema in the country was bombed. Didn't get a new one until 2001."

"That must have been hell."

"It was. We had Bosniak Muslim neighbours and they were the nicest people ever. I woke up one night and saw the father and two sons being rounded into vans. I never saw them again. The family had ran from Bosnia but clearly the soldiers had found them. I was three." Steve felt a slight tightening in his chest. He had been a solider himself, but the US had pretty much evaded heavy damage on its homeland. He had no idea what it was like to be a civilian in the middle of a war torn country. "You know. I dreamt about that last night. I wanted Pietro, and I wanted my mother and my father. They weren't there. When I woke up, it was real."

The quiver in her throat broke and she broke down and buried her head in her knees. Steve went over to the other bed, and gently wrapped his arms around her. She tugged him close.

"It's okay," he soothed. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."