Title: 50 Times the Charm
Author:
Fandom: Avengers (MCU)
Main Pairings: Steve/Wanda
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, characters. Property of Marvel and Disney.

So, I guess I am stuck inside for a while and I think we need some more entertaining and distractions. So, I am back. I know I haven't posted anything in over six months but work got crazy and my personal life and mental health have been quite testy so I haven't found the motivation. I have tried to work on a holiday fic (yes I know it's April but what else am I going to do) but it's being written here and there.

Anyway, I have found some prompts and based on suggestions from my AO3 account, these are a series of one-shots for Steve and Wanda. Enjoy.

One: How much of that did you hear?

"Why are men such… bastards?" Wanda questioned in a tone filled with anger, frustration and a need to grab the nearest wine bottle. She was helped with the latter by Natasha, who pushed forward a glass of pinot grigio.

"What happened this time?" Natasha asked.

"He kept making disgusting remarks. He said he had a PhD."

"That does not sound too bad," Sam added, not really paying attention to the latest of Wanda's bad dates.

"It means pretty huge dick."

"You sure you weren't dating a frat boy from Tampa?"

Wanda sighed and sipped the wine. "Why do I seem to attract the creeps?"

"Or you could just do everyone a favour and ask Steve out," Natasha commented.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I swear if you two don't sort this out, I am going to have to intervene by locking you in a closet."

"I don't get what you mean."

"Okay, you remember that time you and him were sparring in training?" Sam imputed.

"That's nearly every training session."

"Exactly. So the second you have him pinned to the ground, your face is that close to his I could feel the tension. You make David and Maddie look innocent." Wanda looked blankly at Sam, not certain who these people were. "Moonlighting? You never had that in Sokovia. 80's TV comedy-drama? Made Bruce Willis famous?"

"You know I was born in 1991 right?"

"And also a bad example given that the Moonlighting curse is named after them," Natasha pointed out. "Basically, they did it, and the show's audience lost interest because that had been the driving draw to the show."

"My point was that the sexual tension was hot. More than hot," Sam countered.

"I think his point was that I know the tension is driving you and him crazy." Wanda scoffed and then Natasha stated, "Wanda, my room is next to yours. Seriously, go in the shower."

Wanda's face went as red as a beetroot. She was lucky that she was not drinking red wine as that usually brought her cheeks out in red patches, and considering how hot her face was, her cheeks would have been bright purple.

"Look," Natasha began, "if you think I am judging you for daring to find a man attractive then I should be up in flames right now."

"It isn't even just that," Wanda began. "Seriously, how can that man go through so much and not come out even remotely a jerk?"

"He knows what it is like to be the little guy - literally," Sam answered. "Someone has to try to fight for everyone, not just a select group."

"Maybe the reason you keep going for jackasses is because you are trying to find out if Steve is too good to be true," Natasha suggested. "So, when are you going to tell him?"

"You seriously think that Steve is going to go for someone like me? Some street kid from Eastern Europe who implated his worst nightmare in his head?"

"If he had any resentment, he wouldn't have allowed you to stay."

"And let's face it, the worst that can happen is that he turns you down," Sam said sipping his beer. "So, are you in love with him?"

"I don't know," Wanda sighed. "I guess I do think about him when he's not in the room. I get flutters in my stomach whenever he is around. I miss him when he's not there. And for some reason I find myself smiling to myself for no reason when he's speaking to me." Wanda finished the wine and said, "I'm going to bed. Night."

Wanda turned around and froze. Steve stood in the doorway, completely bewildered. "How much of that did you hear?"