A/N: I haven't written in so long because I lost my muse during my Game of Thrones fics. But years later, my muse has awoken. First time writing in the MCU. Hopefully, I don't mess this up too much! Please be kind lol

Other characters and one fandom will be added in the future. The rating might go up. I don't want to spoil it now.

Chapter 1

Steve had been upstairs most of the night since they had arrived at the safe house, making Wanda worry. After they escaped the Raft, she had been unable to talk to him, since she dozed off on the jet listening to Sam and Clint talking about some technical crap of Sam's wings that she didn't care about. Everyone was a little subdued on the jet, but once in the safe house, the men started getting rowdy and she noticed Steve slip away in the hectic din. After dinner, when things started settling down, she would go upstairs and see how he was.

As per her usual behavior, Wanda withdrew within herself, contributing little to the conversation. She just felt off. On the Raft, they forced her to wear a collar that suppressed her power the whole time she was imprisoned. Now it felt like something was building in her, like an explosion or something. Ever since Hydra infused her with the Mind Stone, she'd used her powers daily, even if it was just something small. But not only was she not able to do so on the Raft, but she wanted to use them even more than ever. It felt claustrophobic and made her want to scream, shooting blasts of energy into the air until she felt normal again. This also made her hate Tony Stark even more.

Even being in the Avengers and working with him the past two years, Wanda had never gotten over her hatred for him completely, despite how hard Steve and Vision tried to sway her. She knew Stark wasn't too fond of her, either. He made comments that implied that he didn't trust her or think much of her character. After the airport battle, she assumed he considered himself right about her. But as an Avenger, she was too powerful for him to object to her being on the team, until the Accords happened. Steve and Natasha were in her corner, so he usually left her alone.

She made small talk at dinner when she had to, but everyone seemed to sense her mood and didn't really push her. Natasha asked her a few times during the day if she was okay, but allowed her to wave her off by claiming she was fine.

Wanda was grateful for Natasha. Nat had once said that a lot of women could be catty towards each other in such close quarters as they were, and for long hours. But she looked out for Wanda without treating her like a child or a fragile doll, like Steve and Vision sometimes did. It was nice to have another woman to talk to about other things in life, outside the Avengers. Plus, Natasha never hesitated in showing her new things, like hand-to-hand combat. Even though Steve thought it was unnecessary for her to learn, she felt it was better if she had some skills and not just her power. Before Nigeria and the Accords, Steve had been working with Wanda to use her powers to help the others in battle, like lifting him to a place too high for him to jump. Natasha and she had gotten so good at working together. It was second nature to them now. She regretted the Avengers breaking up, but Wanda wasn't really close to anyone on Tony's side except Vision. She would miss talking to him.

Tonight, the guys seemed to be very nice to her instead of their usual teasing. Wanda hated that they acted like she was fragile. No matter how quiet she was, she was not falling apart. They saw her lose Pietro and come back from that. She should have convinced them by now that she wasn't weak at all. Her losses strengthened her.

After dinner, Wanda put a hefty serving of everything on a plate. Natasha had cooked Okroshka and Pirozhki. Wanda really liked it when Natasha cooked Russian food. It reminded her of the food in Sokovia. Grabbing two beers out of the fridge, she debated trying to find a tray or something, but decided she could manage. The others gathered in the living room, some talking, some watching some game on TV. Wanda noticed Bucky watching her as she approached the stairs. He had tucked himself into the furthest corner of the dining room where he sat alone with a book opened before him. He seemed even quieter than her unless he and Sam were arguing about everything. She imagined he felt very out of place, especially when Steve wasn't around. Thinking about what he went through with Hydra, she felt sad for him. Plus, it's hard to be all alone while surrounded by people. And these are people he barely knew, and Bucky probably thought they didn't really want him there. Considering the fact he tried to assassinate half of the people here, it made sense his intended victims were wary.

Wanda gave him a quick smile and stopped. "Do you want a beer or something?" Bucky seemed a little surprised she had even spoken to him. Shaking his head, he declined her offer, but thanked her. He was a gentleman, much like Steve, and it was a disarming trait. She realized he hadn't been at dinner and she put the plate down. "I'm assuming that you eat as much as the other super soldier up there. He really packs it away."

"But isn't this for Steve? I don't want to take his," Bucky insisted, sitting up straighter. She realized he had amazing blue eyes. She had thought they were darker. Her thoughts made her blush and she attempt to clear her mind. Despite having baby blues, his gaze made her well aware of how attractive he was and how well he once knew the best way to use that fact.

"It's no problem. There is plenty left for Steve. I don't want you to go hungry because you're trying to avoid the others." When he looked like he was going to argue, she added, "Bucky, I know how you feel. I was with Hydra. I attacked the Avengers too. It takes a little time but eventually they'll get past the horrible shit you've done and get to know you." She smirked and added, "Just don't try to kill them again. They might get testy about that." His smile made her chuckle. "What are you reading?" She gestured to the book.

He glanced down at the cover. "A Game of Thrones. I just grabbed it off that small bookcase there." Wanda couldn't help but laugh.

"How do you feel about dragons, ice zombies, and incest?" she teased. Seeing the look on his face, she walked over to the bookcase and read the titles. Besides the complete Game of Thrones series and Harry Potter books, most of them were more female centric. While it was tempting to give him a hard time with a Twilight book or How to Win Friends and Influence People, she crouched down and looked at the older books. "Fiction or non?"

Bucky hesitated before answering. "Normally non-fiction but fiction might be better at distracting me now."

Wanda read the titles and pulled out a couple that she recognized. "Try these. They're classics so I guess they're more your age range." Winking about her age joke, she handed him two paperbacks, Of Mice and Men and All The King's Men.

"Thank you," he answered as he took the books. His voice was lighter when he added, "I have the emotional maturity of a twelve-year-old sometimes if that makes you think better of me." He gave her a devastating, charming smile that caught her off-guard. She returned his smile and held his gaze for a few moments before she remembered what she had been doing originally. She walked back to the kitchen to get Steve a new plate of food and jogged up the stairs, careful not to drop anything.

Balancing the plate of food and the beer bottles, Wanda knocked gently on the door with her elbow. Steve opened the door wearing a pair of jeans, no shirt, and wet hair. Sometimes he took her breath away, and she felt like a silly girl with a crush, but his body reminded her of a Greek god. He literally filled the door; six feet of hard muscled perfection. She could smell the fresh scent of soap. Wanda suddenly felt warm and nervous and couldn't avoid just staring at him blankly, hoping he didn't notice the blush on her cheeks. If her hands weren't full, she wasn't sure she wouldn't have reached out and touched his chiseled chest. His blue eyes studied her for a second before he stepped back in the room, saying, "Come in." Always the gentleman, he took the plate from her and set it down on the bedside table.

"I thought you might be hungry. Nat made it so it's good." Unlike their rooms at the compound, the bedrooms here were mostly just beds. She handled him the beer, trying to find some place to look other than his half-naked body or an enormous bed.

Over the years since Sokovia, Wanda found herself drawn to Steve more and more. It was hard not to be. Not only was he physically perfect, hello super soldier, kinder than anyone she knew, but he also always believed in her, even when she doubted herself. Steve really rescued her after Pietro died.

"Thank you. I felt a bit overwhelmed to be around the group. I'm not very good company tonight." He opened a bottle and held it out to her as he sat down with a sigh, his body tense. Wanda declined the beer and sat down beside him, a little too close perhaps. "I think I've gotten us in over our heads. And Tony…" Quiet for a moment, he shook his head and took a long pull of beer.

"No, Steve. Tony is arrogant and irrational, because of his own fear and guilt over Sokovia. You can't take the blame for that. Ultron attacked the city, we had to defend it. And he created Ultron, so that's on him and he knows that. Tony's always been stubborn and frankly an ass…"

Steve looked at her, sadly shaking his head. "You don't know what happened in Siberia. Tony found out the Winter Soldier killed his mother and father. He tried to kill Bucky, and I defended him. The two of us fought him. It was brutal. He even took the shield." He hung his head with a shaky breath and was quiet for a few moments. Then, in practically a whisper, he said, "And Peggy… I lost her too."

Wanda took his free hand and squeezed it. "I am so sorry about Peggy. I know how much you loved her. I've never had a love like that, but I can only imagine the hole that left in your heart. You two were very lucky to have each other." She tried to swallow the lump in her throat as tears burned her eyes. "Peggy must have been special if someone as wonderful as you loved her."

Wanda knew love. She loved her parents and Pietro. In fact, Pietro dying was like losing a part of herself. They loved each other, and they were part of each other. The hole left from losing her twin would never heal. But Wanda had never been in love with a man. Even her feelings for Steve were confusing. She loved him, but she didn't think she was in love with him, nor if she ever would be. Her desire for him just complicated everything. Or maybe she was head over heels in love with him. It made no sense. But right now, he needed comfort. It wasn't her area of expertise exactly, but she would try. But she knew from experience that grief isn't just 'comforted' away.

"Peggy was…" he began, then shook his head and grew quiet again.

Reaching out, she ran her fingers through his hair before stroking his back. "Tell me about her." The pain in his eyes almost shattered her. "I can't. Not right now. I'm sorry."

Wanda could feel the pain radiating from him, but forced herself not to read his mind. It felt like a violation to do that to him. Pulling a more pleasant memory forward in his mind seemed wrong as well. Doing the one thing that she hoped would help, she gently pulled him into her embrace, whispering, "Don't apologize, Steve. Take your time to mourn her and if you want to talk about her, then I am here." Steve relaxed into her, resting his head on her shoulder, and she could feel his breath on her skin. It wasn't like him to be this vulnerable with anyone other than Natasha or Bucky.

After a few moments of silence, she added, "Sadly, time is the only thing that helps. I know it's not the same, but losing Pietro still hurts me. It's not as horrible as before because I feel like I have a new family with the Avengers. You also have us but you also now have Bucky again. Everyone here will do whatever you need to help, however we can. Even if it's just reminding you that we're here. Actually, in Sam's case, that might not be a good thing." She heard him chuckle, and she couldn't help but smile.

"And about what happened with Stark, Steve, you have always been the most loyal friend to everyone. Even you can't manage those loyalties not conflicting. Bucky is… for lack of a better term, controversial… like me," she spoke softly as Steve tighten his arms around her. "We're Hydra… monsters, and we've hurt people, sometimes innocent people. Tony's always been able to distance himself from his victims somewhat. His guns, his bombs… he never had to face the victims of them, never forced to choose whether to be good or bad, with consequences. So, he doesn't understand that." Pulling back to look at her, he appeared ready to defend Tony, but she placed her fingers over his lips, shaking her head. "I'm not saying he's a bad person, Steve. But Bucky tried to kill Natasha a few times and even she's understanding of what HYDRA did to him. She and I have done bad things so we don't judge as quickly. Tony sees black and white, not any shades of grey."

Steve sat up a bit and raised his hands to frame her face gently. As he looked deep into her eyes, he replied, "I don't think of you and Bucky as monsters, Wanda. You're victims of Hydra. I hope you realize that." Surprised a bit by his tender caress and reassurance, she couldn't do anything but nod slightly. They sat like that for a few moments before she pulled him into her arms again.

Steve remained quiet for a long time before dropping his hand to her side and leaning further into her. Finally, he said, "Maybe if I had told Tony what I suspected about his parents' death, perhaps he would have been more prepared. I don't know."

"You're never prepared to find out that your parents' murderer is standing before you. You protected Bucky, not just because he's been your friend forever, but he's had no one but you to protect him since 1945. People have always watched out for Tony." She grew quiet, and after a while, he sat up, his gaze intensifying on her. Her breath caught in her throat as her fingers tangled in his soft wet hair, the two of them moving closer together. Lips meeting somewhere in the middle, Wanda didn't know who technically kissed who, not that she cared either. This is something she wanted for years.

Steve's warm skin brushed against hers, causing a shiver, goosebumps rising on her arms. The first few kisses were tentative and slow, his soft lips lingering longer each time. She opened her mouth to his searching tongue and he moaned, the intensity of their kisses increasing. She tasted the beer on his tongue plus a lingering taste of minty toothpaste and the smell of his soap surrounded her. It seemed natural that he would smell and taste mostly of fresh and clean things. Steve was wholesome and clean. Everything she wasn't. Maybe that drew her to him.

He pulled her closer, almost onto his lap. His arms kept her crushed against him, and she suspected he'd feel the pounding of her heart. Unable to resist, she lowered a hand to his chest subtly, noting she could feel his own heart racing. She whimpered a little, and he pulled her so she straddled his lap. His eyes fluttered open. He didn't seem as wholesome now. She rested her hands on his shoulders and rose on her knees, licking his lips, then placed lingering kisses on them. He took a shaky breath, dropping his hands to her hips.

Wanda was burning up, burning up for him. She had practically no experience with men, but knew Steve was rumored to still a virgin… she wasn't sure. They could learn together.

She slid down onto his lap, feeling how hard he was and releasing a soft but deep moan. Placing hot, open mouth kisses on his neck and shoulder, she heard his sharp intake of breath. He pulled up her face up to kiss her hard, his tongue moving against hers. His aggression turned her on, so unlike Steve. He wrapped his arm underneath her butt and twisted them so he could lower her to the bed, lying beside her, facing one another, not losing contact with their lips.

After a few moments, he released her lips and both of them were breathing heavy while he brushed her hair back. "Wanda, is this… okay?" he asked, uncertainty in his voice. She wasn't exactly sure which 'this' he referred to or if he just needed reassurance about his kisses. So instead of answering, she kissed his lips teasingly before she let her mouth wander across his jawline, then down his neck. He gasped when she bit lightly on his throat and she smiled, then kissed the same spot tenderly, swirling her tongue against his skin. He reached up with both hands, cradling her face, and just watched her for a moment before kissing her again. As he moved over her, his weight on her body made her feel even more desire for him. And she could feel his need for her. They continued kissing and she let her hands roamed his back, feeling the hard muscles covered by warm, soft skin.

Wanda bent her knee, wrapping her leg around him. Lowering his mouth to her neck, Steve subtly moved against her with his entire body. His hand ran from her knee up, resting his hand on her leg under her shorts. She wanted to feel his naked body on her own and grew frustrated with her clothes being in the way.

Once again, she buried her hands in his hair, pulling his head back a bit to run her tongue along his ear and gently bite his earlobe. Steve moaned her name, burying his face in her neck, and Wanda opened her eyes with a smile. After a few seconds, she saw the telltale red glow of her powers glowing from her hand that was buried in his hair. Her heart nearly stopped, then she pulled away from him quickly. Her mind raced as she moved from below him, sat up, then rose and practically ran to the door.

Stunned for a minute, Steve looked at her with a horrible mix of guilt and shame crossing his face. "Wanda, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

'He didn't see.' Wanda almost cried in relief and despair. But she couldn't face him, even as he came up behind her, holding her by her shoulders. "It's not your fault, Steve." Forcing a gentle smile, she turned and said, "I don't regret it, nor am I angry. I just know you're upset, and I didn't want to… to… take advantage… do something you'd regret…" She trailed off, panic filling her because she knew she hurt him, by her reaction if not by her powers. There was no way she would intentionally use her power to manipulate his desire, and it horrified her she had done it.

Steve tried to say something more when a knock on the door rescued her. Wanda reached the door first and jerked it open so fast she almost hit Steve. Bucky was there, looking surprised, either at her being there or perhaps her expression. Before either man said anything, she told them she'd let them talk, then she ran down the stairs quickly. She suspected she actually flew down the four bottom steps. Her heart pounded in her ears and she felt nauseous. When she saw the others talking in the living room, she went through the kitchen, then outside silent enough to escape even Clint's notice. Her entire body shook and tears streamed down her face. If she lost Steve because of what she'd done, she didn't know what she would do.

xoxox

Steve went after Wanda, but shame stopped him at the top of the stairs. Bucky, seeing how unnerved he was, looked down the stairs and back at Steve. "What the hell happened?"

"I kissed her and… well, you saw… she darted out of here. Bucky, what have I done? She's just a kid and I'm pouncing on her." Steve started pacing. "Damnit." He attempted to go after her, but Bucky stopped him.

None of this seemed right. Steve wasn't exactly the type to offend women enough to run away from him. Over a kiss? Something seemed off about all of this. Women threw themselves at him during the war. He knew his friend still had trouble reading women's body language or sexual tension. Bucky was rusty on it himself, but he could still read women better than Steve. "Let me go find her. And Steve, she's not a kid, she is a woman, and I doubt you pounced on her. It would take a lot for you to be as aggressive as other men are in this century. I'm sure she's fine, but I'll go check on her."

Steve felt so strange, ashamed, and suddenly exhausted, so he let Bucky go after Wanda. He fell back on the bed with a groan and covered his face.

Bucky had come upstairs to let Steve know he was going to sleep in the barn behind the house. The others were clearly uncomfortable with him around, but they cared too much about Steve to complain. Except Sam, who complained about everything related to Bucky just because he was breathing. The barn was big and empty, with plenty of clean straw to sleep on. It's not like he hadn't slept worse places before.

Bucky wanted to talk to Wanda more anyway, as a fellow Hydra victim, but he wasn't sure how to approach her. 'So, I heard you were also medically experimented on by Hydra too' didn't sound like a good opening line. She seemed to keep her walls firmly up unless being teased by Sam or Clint. She appeared closer to Nat and, of course, Steve. In fact, she gazed at Steve like he did no wrong. Yet she ran away from a kiss? No, that didn't add up. He went outside silently, hoping no one noticed his absence.

xoxox

Wanda walked quickly to the barn and then behind it. The stars were actually visible and the sky seemed magical to her. She hadn't been anywhere with this much nature in her life. They were deep in The Black Forest of Germany, with no one else around, just mountains and huge dense trees surrounding them. The air felt and smelled so fresh. It was unbelievable. She had seen earlier when they flew in that there was even a lake not too far from the house. She could live here forever. Nick Fury or Agent Hill arranged this safe house. Clint, Natasha, and the two former S.H.I.E.L.D. members had a long history, and it didn't matter how illegal what they had done was, they could trust Fury and Hill to help. She wondered if Fury knew they were hiding Bucky too, considering that Bucky was the reason Director Fury was officially dead and almost actually dead. As if he sensed she was thinking about him, Bucky came around the barn, startling her so much she used her powers to slam him back into the side of the barn, hard.

As soon as she let him go and apologized, Bucky grabbed his chest and muttered, "Ow. I didn't think that would hurt so much. It looks like it would feel warm and maybe tingle." Her powers really packed a punch, and she wasn't even using her powers to the full extent. Wanda smiled slightly and, raising her hand again, she brushed the red glow against his face, which felt warm and tingly and…she smiled when his thoughts let her know he thought her powers were slightly erotic. But she thought maybe that was just his take on it. His eyes widened, and he laughed. "That is a very handy power to have. No matter how you got it. Although I can imagine it can be quite dangerous to make you angry."

"Coming from The Winter Soldier? I imagine the same is true of you." She wondered why he was out here, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer.

"I told Steve I'd check on you," he answered her unspoken question, shaking his hair out of his face. "He seems to think he upset you for some reason. Probably the speed at which you fled his company."

Wanda blushed and turned away. After a moment, she sat on the ground, her back against the side of the barn, and drew her knees up to rest her chin on them. "I'm fine," she answered simply. He waited a beat before sitting beside her with a deep sigh.

"I don't know you very well, but I don't need to be a mind reader to know that's bullshit. Something happened and you're upset. I just need to know how bad it was so I can reassure Steve that you're not pulling your hair out in despair. He's had a rough week." Bucky's voice was gentle and despite his amusement, she could tell he really cared about Steve's state of mind.

"Just tell him I'm fine. It doesn't matter what happened." It mortified Wanda. She barely knew Bucky and didn't want to open herself up to a stranger. She rarely let down her guard with her friends.

"No one died from a kiss." He reached out and moved her hair behind her shoulder with a reassuring smile.

"Can you guarantee that?" she replied with a groan. She couldn't tell Bucky. It was too embarrassing. "It wasn't the kiss. Or anything he did. I did something by mistake and I don't want to upset him further."

Bucky furrowed his brows, then when she didn't explain further, he nodded and said, "I won't pressure you to tell me but please, tell Steve. He cares about you and is worried he upset you."

"Can you just convince him I'm fine? Because I really am. I'm just… fine."

The sounds from the night seemed so much louder suddenly. The crickets seemed to fill the silence between them. She felt strangely comfortable with Bucky. Neither felt the need to speak. She felt some sort of bond with him. Both Hydra creations slash monsters, both guilty of many crimes but trying to reform, plus they both were close to Steve. Wanda didn't want to think about how close she had come to him. But she could not tell anyone what happened.

Clint had already expressed concern about her feelings for Steve. He had stepped into the void left by Pietro in some ways, looking out for her like a brother, but he also treated her like an adult. She had just laughed off his concern and told him he was imagining things. She wasn't entirely sure that Natasha didn't have a thing for Steve too, so there was no way Wanda would talk to her about it. Or Sam.

Wanda shivered and Bucky noticed. He removed his leather jacket, draping it over her shoulders. She reached out to touch his metal arm, exploring it.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, her eyes drifting to his.

Bucky shook his head, looking down at his arm. "This one is much better than the Hydra one. Shuri, the king's sister, made some special modifications, so it doesn't give me much pain unless I do something stupid."

"So, I guess it hurts all the time," she said with a grin, and Bucky chuckled, appreciating her sense of humor. "I'm surprised it's not cold but I guess that's the vibranium."

The breeze picked up, and Bucky looked around for a few moments, inhaling deeply. "I love Brooklyn and miss the sounds of the city every night when I try to sleep. But this place is beautiful. So majestic. I don't think I've breathed air this clean before."

"Beats Siberia, I bet," she teased, and he shook his head slightly as the corners of his mouth twitched. "Agreed. I feel like I grew up in a world of grey. I didn't know it, of course, but Sokovia was never a nice place. The Avengers compound in New York wasn't bad, but it would be nice to live in a house with some land. Maybe have a farm."

"Married with kids, farmhouse, and the works, huh? I could see the appeal. Anything but the life we've been living, right?"

"Didn't you find any peace in Romania?"

Bucky visibly withdrew somewhat; she could see it in his eyes. She regretted asking. "I spent the entire time looking over my shoulder. To be honest, I don't know how to live a 'normal' life anymore. Used to being controlled, I just.. felt lost. Daily things like buying food or washing clothes, that type of stuff, I could do but if someone spoke to me at the market, I just froze. I can't make small talk. I can't believe how much I am talking to you now." He chuckled. "You know, before the war, I used to be charming, especially with the ladies." The smile slid from his face when he added, "But that Bucky is dead, I suppose."

Wanda felt a tightness in her chest because she understood where he was coming from. She felt lost at first with the Avengers. It took a lot of coaxing from the others to make her comfortable enough to talk to them. She still felt like she isn't a full person, there's something missing. Probably her other half, Pietro.

"That Bucky isn't dead. I still see hints of him. I'm sure Sam can help you get back your womanizing abilities. But now, it's called being a player."

It hit her how damaged they both were. She had thought she was healing, but she just was taking baby steps and only dealing with the scars left by losing Pietro. Maybe a friendship between her and Bucky would help them both. But eventually she'd have to tell him what she had done to him.

"I wasn't a womanizer exactly," he laughed. "I guess just a… flirt?"

"No special woman like Steve's Peggy?"

"No. I thought I had plenty of time. Which is ridiculous because I could have died a virgin in the war." He started laughing when her eyes widened. "Hey, it was a different time. Things like that weren't done before marriage, at least not with the type of girls you want to be with. What about you? How many broken hearts have you left behind?"

Wanda blushed and glanced away for a moment before answering. "None. I lived in a war-torn country, an orphan with an overprotective twin brother. At the orphanage, there were a couple of boys interested, but Pietro ran them off. Then we joined Hydra. Not the best dating service for sure."

Bucky watched her for a moment, before he reached out and caressed her cheek. "It would be a shame for you not to be loved. It's not too late for you to find love, but don't wait too long like me." He looked surprised that he had done that and lowered his hand.

She blinked in surprise at his familiarity with her, but it didn't feel as strange as she knew it should. "It's not too late for you either, James."

Bucky nodded at her words. Quiet for a beat, he answered with a slight chuckle. "Perhaps it wasn't too late, but I don't think I can find a woman who could understand my past. I wouldn't want to be involved with a woman as damaged as I am."

Wanda wondered if her powers being off were causing her emotional confusion. Between earlier with Steve and this very open discussion with Bucky, she was acting completely out of character. Every time Bucky looked at her, she felt a flutter in her stomach. He watched her with obvious interest. She imagined it was because he was still acclimating himself. But he was beautiful. His lips and his fucking eyes. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say his 'fuck me eyes'.

What was wrong with her tonight? To be fair, both Steve and Bucky started all of this by touching her first and there should be a law that men that looked like they do can't touch or look at a woman like that unless they mean to… shit, she wasn't even sure what she wanted Bucky to mean to do. Stop staring at her? To kiss her? Or was she just hot and bothered by Steve still? No, this was definitely Bucky. She wondered if HYDRA had taught him seduction tricks that spies learned as well. Since he was an assassin and not a spy, she doubted they taught him anything like that. This was all Bucky. Steve was wholesome and his friend definitely was not. If this continued, Wanda didn't know what she'd do. Her cheeks burned because of her thoughts.

"You're stalling to avoid talking to Steve, aren't you?" He grinned when she shot him a dirty look, then she stood up, taking a deep breath to clear her mind. Bucky watched her rise and she noticed him checking out her body. She blushed when he openly appraised her legs before standing up. Turning on her heel, Wanda walked back to the house with him casually walking beside her. She glanced over at him, studying his profile, and noticed a distinct change in his walk and the way he held himself when he wasn't the Winter Soldier. He had such swagger, such confidence in a fight. Now Bucky seemed 'less' of those things, more… authentic, more open and willing to let someone connect with him, but still so on guard. She suspected he knew everything about his surroundings at all times. She hoped he found something to give him hope for his future. He's suffered too much already. He must have felt her watching him and glanced over at her. She just gave him a warm smile and looked away, so he wouldn't feel strange.

Bucky Barnes was going to make her life interesting. If he forgave her…