Warning, the chapter gets a little steamy.

"Is that strawberry I smell?" Tony sniffs the air.

"What? Have a problem?" Wanda remarks.

"Pep is allergic, took me years to finally get that down." He looks at the Sokovian for any signs of the fruit. He didn't want his girlfriend to die in the middle of a ride.

"It's perfume." Wanda sniffed the collar of her jacket, 'did I accidentally apply too much?'

"Interesting get up, a lot less red I see." Tony commented. Wanda decided to change it up a little today, deciding to wear a green jacket over a white tank top and black skinny jeans. "So, you gonna tell him or what?"

Wanda crossed her arms. She wanted to take the bus for this particular reason, she knew the billionaire would be nosy but how could she decline the offer since it was a bit more convenient. "Yeah, maybe."

"Good for you, for a moment there I was thinking I needed to give you some advice."

"I don't think your advice would help."

"Look, out of all the Avengers. I think I am the most suited one to give you dating advice."

Wanda took a second to think, 'well he isn't wrong either.' She decided to poke fun at him anyways. "I am not sure a mother looking after her child counts."

Tony frowned, that hit him in a sore spot as he did have a complicated issue with his parents. Quickly, he recovered though. "And yet she still loves me."

The car stopped and Wanda got out.

Tony rolled down the window. "Hey kid! Lit bit of advice. I wouldn't sweat it. He may just surprise you too."

Wanda rolled her eyes and gave him a quick wave to send him off.

The billionaire made a good luck salute and departed.

"Hey MJ, what's going on?" Peter enters Mary Jane's apartment. The reporter had asked him to visit her out of the blue this morning saying that she had important information he may find useful. MJ welcomes Peter in and walks him to her couch where she had all her work laid out for the next big investigation.

Peter couldn't keep his hands to himself as he touched some papers that appeared to have important information on them. "So, what do you got?"

"So… have you ever heard of a man named Jack Rollins?" She handed him an image of the person.

Peter gave the picture a quick glance. "Yeah, sounds familiar. Isn't he like a terrorist or something?"

"Hydra agent. Ex-Hydra agent. Escaped a few months ago from a heavily guarded government prison with the help of his friend Brock Rumlow. Now they work as men for hire, doing anything so long as there is a large cash payout."

"Woah, weren't these guys like part of Captain America's STRIKE force? These guys are no joke." He skimmed another report that MJ handed him.

MJ closed the file. "Well I wasn't sure if my leads were taking me anywhere, however, I think the picture is becoming a little clearer. They have been attacking chemical plants, military cargo, raiding research labs." She paces back and forth. "Rollins was spotted back in New York a week ago. I think you and the Avengers must have foiled his plans."

"Great, shooting up to the top of another kill list."

MJ didn't like his morbid jokes sometimes, especially when he makes light of his own safety as she gave him a 'not funny' stare. "Anyways, I hope this may be able to help you with your crime fighting. Just in case these guys are planning something big and you want to stop them."

Peter closes the folder. "I guessing you want all the dirty details, if I do find something?"

She shrugs. "What benefits you, benefits me… usually."

"Right, so long as I am the one doing all the dangerous stuff. I'll get to work on this." Peter places the papers into his backpack.

"Oh, that totally reminds me." MJ walks into her bedroom. "You forgot your cloths the last time you dropped by." She comes back into the living space and hands him a pair of paints and an Empire University sweater.

"I was wondering where this went." He put the cloths into his bag. "Thanks."

"So…" MJ wanted to not make her next question sound awkward. "How are things going on with you and Wanda?"

"Umm, fine, I guess..."

"What do you mean?"

"It's complicated… I'd rather figure it out first before I make something big out of it." Peter didn't want to reveal that Wanda is the Scarlet Witch. In his mind, MJ would have only two types of reactions. Trying to get an interview with her through him or bringing up old wounds about the argument they had in the past where she said that maybe their relationship would work better if she had powers too.

"So, are you two like official now?" MJ was curious, however still unsure about how she felt about Peter going out with another woman.

"Sorta, well … I am sorry, this is kind of awkward." He stopped.

MJ mentally slapped herself. 'Oh crap, you just had to blow it, didn't you?' "Sorry, I just hoped that we can you know, talk like regular friends."

"Yeah… I am sorry. It's just I am – we're not used to this." He paused, trying to find a good way to describe the Sokovian. "Wanda seems like a pretty chill person. I think you two would get along well."

She shoves her hands into her pocket. "Have you uh, ever mentioned me to her?"

"Uh." Peter was not ready for that. "Um, not yet. I mean, should I?"

MJ hid the frown that was pestering to get out. The idea that Peter hasn't mentioned her to Wanda did upset the reporter a little. "I mean, if we are going to be Partners. Maybe it would be a good idea."

"Well, okay. Right." He looked down at his feet, then back at the woman. "MJ, I just really want to make this work. But at the same time, I want to continue being friends with you. I just don't know what to do."

"Peter just be honest with yourself. Are you ready for this? To tell her who you really are?"

"That's the problem MJ. I don't know. I have been contemplating telling her about you know (Spider-Man) for the past few days, since it would probably save me a lot of future apologies but in my mind, the cons way outweighs the pros. I just ah!" He shook his head exaggerating his despair.

Buzz* Buzz*

Peter takes out his cell phone and checks his crime alarm. "Shoot, it looks like something is going down. I gotta go."

MJ sighed disappointingly. "Classic Peter Parker."

He smiled at MJ. "I'll figure this out."

She gives him a small hug. "Just don't bite on more than you can chew. Catch you later?"

He nodded. "Hopefully… uh, can I use your bathroom to change."

The red-haired woman rolls her eyes. "Sure."

XXXX

F.E.A.S.T. Saturday, 6:12 PM

Wanda stood at the entrance. She felt a wave of anxiety build up inside her as fiddled with he pieces of paper in her jacket pocket. Today is the day, she told herself. Dead set on coming clean about her other life. "I can't control what I am, I can only accept it." She mutters to herself, however, unsure if Peter will react the same. The Scarlet Witch had it all planned out, try to ease into the conversation over dinner or during the movie. Then, show him a little glimpse of her power. That's it. She had been bracing herself for this moment over the past few days.

The only problem now is that the more she though about it, the worst her nerves were getting. She checks the time on her phone. "Late, again."

Peter watched from a distant building as Wanda reentered F.E.A.S.T. He had been practicing how he would lay the news to her. He had a gut feeling that Wanda didn't fabricate stories about her life, instead it must have been a trust issue or shyness factor. "Hey, so like did you see what happened at the George Washington Bridge the other day? Pretty cool right… no, how would I work that into the conversation. Oh, hey so like what do you think about those Avengers? Nice tower, but they are rarely here to use it. No." He shook his head.

"Okay, okay. Wanda, I need to be straight with you. I like you; I hope you like me. So, lets be honest here. I am Spider-Man and you're Scarlet Witch. I – ah. Ew. No." He scratched his mask.

"Okay Pete. Do you know what. Just let it naturally happen. Just act natural. Sit her down, show her the mask. Ah- maybe next time?" He checks his watch. "Shoot, late again."

xxxx

"… and then the instructor comes up to me, and I shit you not… he grabs my tray full of popsicle wrappers and ask me 'did you eat all this by yourself!?' Me being the smart-ass that I was, I told him, YES SARGET! And that is when he replied, 'I knew you sucked boy, but damn this is too much.'" Josh finished his story.

The teen humored the man with a laugh, it was funny, but highly inappropriate.

"May I join you two?"

Miles and Josh turn their heads to the directions of the foreign woman's voice.

"Hey Wanda. You have been busy all day, I haven't had the chance to talk with you." Josh pulls out a chair besides him for the woman.

"Thanks." She takes the seat.

"So, how have you been? Adjusting to the position?" The veteran questions.

"I am fine, thanks. I am starting to get used to who I don't have to keep an eye on and who I should pay extra attention too." She points her head towards a largish man who was finicking.

"Yeah, Mr. Hodges, he doesn't bite. Much…" Miles nodded his head acknowledging what the woman meant.

"Anyways, what where you two talking about?" The Scarlet Witch was carious since she heard the two laughing and wanted to know what was so funny.

"Oh, Josh was just telling me some of his old military stories." Miles explains.

"I just finished telling Miles the best burn I have heard from my old drill instructor. You want to hear it?"

Wanda have him a nod, trying her best to not look indifferent. Josh retells her the story of how he thought it would be funny to have his entire platoon's popsicle wrappers on his tray, since his drill instructor called him 'Melts' during training camp because of how much he sweat in the sun compared to everyone else.

"… I knew you sucked boy, but damn this is too much!"

Wanda couldn't hold back a genuine laugh at the punchline. "That's very funny. What happened next?"

"Oh, he made me run one lap around the cafeteria for every wrapper I had on my tray. Worth it though." He paused for a moment to produce a soft smile. Wanda and Miles didn't interrupt his moment as they didn't want to evoke too much gloomy emotion out of him due to the fact that now he's in a wheelchair.

Wanda checks her phone.

"Got something planned after this?" Miles asks.

"Oh, I was going to hang out with Pete." She crosses her legs and arms. "His tardiness is starting to get annoying."

Miles gave her a soft nod, "Yeah, he's a pretty busy guy. But there is usually a good reason. So, ah, what are you guys going to do, if you don't mind me asking?"

"We're going to get some groceries. Then go back to his place and watch this movie called Super Quick or Speed. I don't remember."

"Wait, you haven't watched Speed!?" Miles and Josh both shouted in unison. The veteran clutched his head as if he couldn't comprehend what he's hearing. "It's like one of the best 90's action movies ever made."

Wanda shrugged. "We'll I am looking forward to it." Light footsteps caught her attention as someone creeped up behind her.

"Hey, everybody. What's going on?" Peter smiled at the group.

Miles turns to the man. "Oh, nothing. I am just listening to some of Josh's stories. You want to join?"

Peter gave Wanda a 'should we?' look. The Scarlet Witch go out of her seat. "We'll continue this next time."

"Don't get hold up because of me, you two enjoy yourselves." Josh waves them away, not wanting to be a bother.

"Thanks, guys. Promise to be here earlier next time." Peter makes an apologetic hand gesture and follows Wanda out of the building.

XXXX

Trader Joe's 6:35 PM

Peter stops pushing the cart and looks at Wanda. "Hey, you okay?" He nudges her on the shoulder, the woman had been deep in her head for the entirety of their walk to the market.

The physical contact broke her concentration. "Yes, sorry. Something came up and haven't left my mind."

"You want to talk about it?" He offers, a friendly smile appears on his face.

Wanda couldn't help feeling her face warm up from his comforting gesture. "Well, I was thinking. Let's say that someone is a little different, other people don't really want to make friends with them. What would you do?"

"Make friends with them." Peter shrugs. "I don't judge. People have their reasons for being strange."

Wanda liked his answer. She knew Peter had a kind heart. 'Maybe he will accept me for what I am.' She wraps her arms around his elbows and hugged the arm against her body, causing Peter to blush a little. "You're an interesting man Peter Parker."

"I try."

Wanda pondered what would make the man angry. "Does anything bother you?"

"Oh, of course. I hate it when people push shopping carts too fast and they hit the back of your ankle. It hurts, so bad!" Peter delicately moved the shopping cart so that he wouldn't hit anybody by accident. "Ah! It's the same kind of annoying pain you get when you are riding a scooter, and then you fumble, and it hits the side of your ankle."

Wanda winced just thinking about it.

"What about you? Anything that makes you angry?" He questions back.

She tried to think of something that really made her mad. "I hate it when people leave things all over the floor. My brother once left a little plastic toy on the ground and I stepped on it, almost went through my foot."

"Yikes! That's the meanest Lego I have ever heard of." Peter cringes, the flashing memories of the painful even triggers in his brain.

"Not a Lego, Barbie chair." Wanda corrected. The only positive that came out of the incident was fond memories of making Pietro do whatever she wanted for a week for reparation.

"Oh my god. Ow!" Peter grimaces, doing his best to prevent his mind from coming up with a visual depiction. "Okay, what is the plan coach. You cooking, I am cooking? We both cooking?"

Wanda wanted to make it a little more interesting. "Okay. How about this. I show you an interesting talent of mines, and you show me one of yours. Best one doesn't have to cook."

Peter raised his eyebrow, not sure if this was a subtle hint that she knew about his super identity, or if she was about to show him her superpowers, or if this was just something fun.

"I'll go first." She said confidently, pretty sure almost no one could beat what she could do. Wanda stuck out her tongue and touched the tip onto her chin.

"Uh…" Peter was impressed to say the least, it also made him think of something naughty which he mentally grabbed and shoved into a trashcan deep into the abyss of his brain. The nerd stuck out his own tongue and tried to do the same, to no luck.

The woman smirked. "Your turn."

Peter gave it a second to think, something that didn't involve his powers. Grabbing his right middle finger, he bends it 180 degrees so that the tip was touching the back of his wrist. "I can also do this with all my other fingers." He demonstrates it to her.

Wanda looked more disgusted than impressed. "You win… Just don't do that again."

XXXX

Peter's Apartment. 7:13 PM

Wanda tied her hair back and began working on the meal she thought Peter would like to try.

Peter watched intently. "So, what are you cooking. Do you want any help?"

"Relax. It won't kill you." She teased. Of course, she knew that he wasn't insinuating that her cooking was bad, Wanda just wanted to have him try her cooking without any outside factors. "Why don't you go find that movie? This will need to cook for a little bit."

Peter held out both hands to show he wasn't going to interfere. "Whatever you say."

45 minutes of cutting, kneading, wrapping, and frying later, Wanda finished the dish.

"Did you start the movie without me?" She placed the plate on the small table.

Peter crams some papers into his backpack and zips it. "No, I was a reading some things for work. Wow. That's smells delicious. What is it?" He looks at the meal, which comprised of something that looked like fried fish, cooked potatoes and tomatoes.

"Карађорђева шницла." She stated in her native tongue. "It's bread crusted steak if you are wondering."

"Huh, never tried that before." Peter's mouth watered. "It looks like a soggy churro though."

"I don't know what that is." Wanda sat down adjacent to him.

Peter's jaw drops but he quickly closes it. "I am beginning to sense a trend here."

"More things to do in the future." She says semi-cheerfully. "Go on. Tell me what you think?"

Peter cut a piece of the breaded meat and takes a bite. The savory taste of tartar sauce and crispy juiciness assaults his taste buds. "It's like heaven wrapped in breadcrumbs."

The Sokovian made a satisfied grin. She didn't need to comment any further, the food did its job.

The two rested comfortably on Peter's bed with his pillows as back support. Speed was playing on Peter's laptop which rested on his shins. Thankfully, the cracked screen didn't cause too much trouble. Peter could tell that the film had her full attention as all the scenes involving Keanu Reeves hanging for dear life trying to get onto the racing bus caused her to grit her teeth and ball up her hands.

"Not a spoiler, but Harry was originally supposed to be the bad guy." Peter once in a while would provide her fun facts.

Wanda just nodded, too engrossed in the film to reply.

Towards the finally of the film, as Keanu and Sandra held each other bracing themselves for the train to go full throttle into an unfinished construction site. The adrenaline rush the Scarlet Witch was feeling made her incredibly jolty. Just as the vehicle was about to smashed through the '203 days without accident' sign Peter felt his flannel shirt getting pulled on. Wanda had to grab onto something due to the pure excitement coursing through her veins. Her hand flattening onto his chest as she pushed her upper body frontwards, similar to the reaction people have when they are on the edge of their seats in a theater.

The screen pauses and loading circle of doom appears.

"Shit, no!" Wanda yelled at the computer.

Peter held back a laugh at her reaction. "It must be the wi-fi again." He moved the touch pad and checked the connection which was lost. "It'll probably come back on in a few minutes."

Wanda sank back into her pillow. "Just tell me what happens. I don't have the patience."

"No way, just let me see if I can get it back on." He tried connecting to the internet again. After several attempts and repowering the router, nothing happened.

Wanda groaned, "Just tell me already."

Peter closed his computer. "Okay. Well, basically, the train crashes through the street. Jack and Annie live- obviously, and they share an ending kiss."

"I expected as much, but still, it was good." She was pleasantly surprised that the movie held up so well.

"Yeah. Definitely top 10." Peter set the computer aside and peaked at his phone. It was close to 11 PM by then and his crime alarm only rang two times. 'Please be only minor crimes,' he hoped.

"So, um. Pete, I have to ask…" She filled with the rings on her fingers. "… are you looking for something serious." The Scarlet Witch finally had the courage to ask. She wanted to make sure that Peter wasn't only looking for a short-term relationship, a part of her wished he did so she could just have a fun summer fling, but in reality, she wanted to him to say yes. This would give her the much-needed encouragement to begin showing him her real self.

"Oh, I – wait are we have that talk right now?" He couldn't quite read the atmosphere. Personally, he wanted something for the long-term, but he wasn't sure if that is what Wanda wanted to hear.

The Sokovian shrugged and gave him a stare. Waiting for an answer.

"I mean yea, yea- I like you, I like you a lot Wanda. But if you are aren't that's totally fine." 'Not really' the cynical part of his brain told him as he had literally ruined his second change with MJ.

Wanda hid her heavy breathing; she didn't know it would be so nerve wrecking to hear the answer. "I am."

Peter had a slightly disappointed look on his face, but quickly changed his expression to be neutral. "Oh-"

"I mean, I am looking for a serious relationship." Wanda corrected, seeing that there must have been some miscommunication. "I like you too Peter."

Maybe it's was the movie. Maybe it was the fact that she has been teasing him nonstop for the past two months they have known each other. Or maybe it's was a gag reflex from his short-lived relationship with Black Cat, but Peter quickly leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Wanda. He pulled back after realizing how awkward the timing was.

Wanda stared at the hazel eyes of the man two inches from her own. She could feel the heat buildup inside her body, her leather jacket and tank top holding back an almost unbearable amount of warmth. Without warning, Wanda placed her hand around the nape of Peter's neck and guided him back to her.

The Scarlet Witch couldn't help but run one of her hands through Peter's hair, wrapping her fingers around the strands in a light tug before pushing his face closer to hers, deepening the kiss. Peter didn't know how he should touch her; he worked the hand not sandwiched between the bed and his body to Wanda's stomach and then up to her side. She could feel the slight hesitation as his fingers only barely made contact with her. Wanda let go of his head and grabbed his hand, placing it on her hip.

With a bit of renewed confidence due to her direct action, Peter tried his best to turn his body so that he could be on top of her. However, just as he decided to make the move, he felt Wanda push him back. Breaking the kiss. Wanda could almost hear an airy gasp as they broke away, there was a slightly dissatisfied tone from the way the noise hit her ears. Peter was somewhat disappointed that the kissing was done, he thought that maybe he went a little too far.

'Totally blew it!' He internally yelled at himself.

Only a millisecond after that thought, he was proven wrong as he felt the weight of another person get on top of him. Wanda's thighs tightening around his legs, as her wavy brown hair draped across her face. Taking both of his arms she placed them on her lower abdomen, she felt the strong needy grips of the nerd holding her tightly. She then moved her hands to the sides of his head, giving him one more intimate glance before closing her eyes and returning her lips to his.

Wanda's breathing became heavier, it was as if the air in her lungs were being sucked out. The summer heat which filled the room expediated the small amount of sweat building up on her back. She retracted her hands from him and pulled on her long sleeves, stripping off the jacket. The temperature became a little more bearable. Fleeting thoughts of telling him about her 'super' identity was thrown into the back of her mind as her corporeal needs took over.

The Scarlet Witch wasn't the only one suffering a heating problem. Peter didn't change yet, so he was wearing three layers of clothing. His flannel shirt, a t-shirt, and his Spider-Man suit. He could feel the formation of small sweat beads on his forehead. Wanda's was a little forceful, up to this point it was only their lips that moved in sync, he began to feel her tongue slyly making its way to his upper lip. Begging for an opening. Peter gladly allowed her entrance, as he parted his lips and met her tongue with his own.

Gradually, Peter felt Wanda's hands roam down from his chest to his belt.

"No." He breathed between the kiss. Grabbing her hands to prevent them from moving. The temptation was hard to resist, but he didn't want her to find out about his secret in such a heated time.

"What?" She panted, her accent making the w sound like v.

"Keep the cloths on." He requested.

Wanda could tell it wasn't because he was inexperienced. 'This must be a moral thing' she though. Anxiety swept through her as she began to wonder if it was her fault, did she not excite him enough?

"I need to-" She practically begged.

He moved his body upwards to press against hers, guiding her hands to his back before doing the same to with her. Embracing.

He understood she need a release. "Move." He told her.

Wanda's eyes widen in disbelief. Waves of saddening emotions enveloped her as she thought he wanted her to get off of him. Her heart sank, 'maybe he thinks I am a cheap date for escalating things so fast.' She adjusts her left leg to try and get off but was push back down onto his lap by his strong grip.

Peter realized how he must have sent her the wrong message. Sensually, trailing his hands down from her back to the tips of her hip, he began motioning her body into a grind. This was almost the exact same feeling she had discovered in her teenage years when practicing with a pillow.

Only thin layers of fabric between her and him.

Wanda's arms wrapped against his shoulders, and her head rested next to his, glancing cheeks. Peter continued to assault her senses as he trickled down kiss on her neck and breathed into her ear. At first it was a soft rhythm, slowly increasing into a vigorous pace as she began to feel hot.

The Scarlet Witch cupped her mouth and let out a small moan.

Peter felt her nails slightly dig into his back, luckily, he had so many shirts on or else he might have yelped. He continued to let her straddle him, feeling her body slightly shiver before her thighs lost strength followed by a few seconds of quivering. Holding her in place, he let their racing chest echo against each other until she was done moving and their heartrates lowered to a more normal beat.

Peter finally let go and plopped down back onto his bed, followed by Wanda who got off him and slip down to his side.

She rested her forearm across her eyes, slightly embarrassed. The Sokovian couldn't help that her breathing was more of a pant. Exhausted, and for the first time in months she actually enjoyed the feeling. "Thanks." She gasped.

Peter continued to breath, not sure how to respond. "Uh, you're welcome?" He stated. Nothing at this point could get any more awkward.

Wanda let out a chuckle. "Did you-?" She wondered.

"No." He replied, staring expressionlessly into the ceiling not knowing whether the answer was a good or bad thing.

"I can help." She removed her arm to peak at him. She wasn't upset, usually this would play out the other way.

Peter turned his head slightly to look at her, "I am okay. Just need to breath," he rotated again to look back up at the ceiling. Wanda nodded and did same, both unsure what to do next.

After what felt like an eternity, Peter began to speak. "So, tomorrow you said that you have another shift at F.E.A.S.T. and it's getting kind of late. I have a spare toothbrush. So. Um…"

Wanda found his stumbling to be cute. "Just tell me if you want me to stay Peter."

"Yes." He answered, "I am mean only if you want to."

Wanda got up and looked at Peter, running a hand through her hair she bent down to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. That was a yes. The adrenaline and dopamine rush she felt finally subdued. "Can I use your shower?"

He pushed his feet to the side of the bed so that she could get off. "Oh, sure. Go ahead."

"Um. Do you have any spare clothes?" She tugged on her tank top, it nearly stuck to her skin.

"Yeah, yeah. No problem, I have t-shirts and stuff." He scratched his ear.

"Ok." She moved over to the bathroom and closed the door.

XXXX

After they each took a cold shower, alone. The two found themselves laying in the same bed, backs pressed against each other due to the limited space. The Sokovian tussled with his t-shit and sweatpants, a little too big for her - but cozy.

Wanda had taken the time in the shower to think about how maybe it would be a good idea to tell him about her double life before they proceed further intimately. Though, how could she break the news without her sounding crazy or freaking him out was a different issue entirely. Peter had the exact same problem, though his dilemma was whether it would complicate their relationship or end it completely. Clearly, she had a reason for not going public with her identity just like him. Though, there is no reason to believe she couldn't just hold an Avenger's press conference any moment and just tell the world who she is. Peter Parker didn't want to be in the spotlight if paparazzies decide to take pictures of them on date. Or, maybe he was thinking way too much into it.

"Pete, I need to tell you something."

"Yeah?"

"My last name isn't Maxi, it's Maximoff." She spoke, letting the name roll off her tongue. Wanda was expecting more of a reaction from him as he only stayed silent. Nonetheless, she continued speaking before she could change her mind. "I didn't mean to lie, it's just that I am uh, I have powers. I work for the Avengers- and I don't know what I am doing." Her voice began to crack, she felt the same type of panic run through her on Novi Grad before Clint gave her the Avenger pep talk.

Peter could feel her back tremble as she began to breath heavier. Never having witness this side of Wanda before, he didn't know how to properly calm her down. He wasn't the best actor, so he wasn't sure what kind of response to give. Maybe, if he didn't already know about her 'job' then he would have produced a more genuine reaction. "It's okay. Just calm down. Breath."

Wanda cupped her mouth and inhaled with her nose. "You must think I am lying."

"No, I am- whoa!" He felt his entire body being engulfed in a red arura, Wanda brought him up into the air and turned him around to face her.

"Do you believe me now?" Her lips wavered, "This is the real me. Or, I think it's me."

Peter felt a little woozy, he never been to space, but he imagined that is what zero gravity would have felt like. Similar to the rising feeling he would get when jump off a super tall building but with no control.

"Say something." She whispered.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, carefully planning his words. "You know, I was just getting used to calling you Ms. Maxi."

Wanda had a deadpan stare. Not fully able to comprehend his unusual reply. After a few second of gazing at him, she buried her head in his pillow and laughed. "You are so weird." Her voice muffled.

"I am sorry." He chuckled, thankful that the joke landed.

Wanda tuned to face him. "You are not afraid? Don't you have questions?"

"I do, but my mind only have some much energy left in it. I'll interrogate you later."

She moved a little bit closer and touched her forehead against his. Peter closed his eyes, feeling a hint of exhaustion kick in. 'Was it real? Everything we've talked about?' he though in his mind. These were the burning questions he had but didn't want to ask, as he was afraid of offending her.

'Yes, all real.'

His eyes shot wide open. "You- you are in my head!"

"It's something I can do too." She said out loud.

"You know, moving objects and stuff. Totally cool. But now with this going on, I don't know." He said sarcastically, though slightly shocked too.

"Asshole." Wanda punched him in the arm playfully.

"Ow, okay… uh, let's just sleep. No more superpowers and mind reading until tomorrow."

Wanda smiled. "Fine." She turned her back to him. "Also…" she bit her lower lip, not sure if it sounded too cheesy, "…just call me Maxi when were alone. The name has grown on me too."

"Alright." Peter rested his arm against her, "goodnight Maxi."

XXXX

Peter could feel his phone vibrate annoyingly under his pillow. The sun had barely risen so he knew it was 6 AM at the latest. Stealthy, he pulls out his device and checked the notification: Stable International equipment being stolen. Need you here ASAP. Yuri.

He looked at the woman besides him, checking to make sure that she was out cold or at the very least pretending to be asleep. He gave her the lightest of nudges to see if there would be a reaction but was met with rhythmic breathing.

He pulled the sheets a little higher to make sure Wanda was comfortably warm. Getting out of the bed, he tiptoed over to the bathroom and without a noise changed into his Spider-Man suit. Quietly, he opens his window and jumps out.

A few second later…

The sleepy brunette grabbed the spare pillow on the bed and cuddled it. "You *are* an interesting man Peter Parker." Wanda smiled, and with yawn she went back to sleep.

I saw Far From Home the other day. It was okay, though I felt like it didn't reach the emotional heights it could have. Also, though the mid-credit scene was fun, I have a very mixed reaction to it (I think most old school Spidey fans know what I am talking about). Anyways, leave a review for the chapter or a comment about the movie, I'd love to hear what you guys think. Until next time and thanks.