Wanda didn't know how it spun so far out of control, so fast. She had been flirty with Steve off and on for years. They had been hardcore flirting for five months, but he moved at the speed of a glacier. He hadn't even kissed her. When Bucky moved into the compound, it slowed down even more. He always was around Steve whenever she was. She got fed up when Bucky literally pushed her out of the way three times in one day. Once when she went to sit in the van beside Steve. Then at breakfast, Wanda pulled out the chair beside Steve. Bucky slid into it, and she almost sat in his lap. Later, they were training, and he almost knocked her down when she went to use the weights, with Steve spotting her. He had gotten careless, to the point where she knew it wasn't an accident.

Naturally, she went fuming into his room. She flung open the door with her magic without even knocking, slamming it behind her. He stood in front of his mirror in just a towel with his hand on his stomach, studying his reflection. Ready to let him have it, his appearance caught her off guard; wet hair, damp skin, rippling muscles, and a towel that hung low on his hips and way too loose for her taste.

Raising an eyebrow, he turned and looked at her. "Yes, Wanda?"

"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, her anger returning.

"Making sure I'm not getting fat," he said, turning sideways. "Would you call that a six-pack or an eight-pack?"

"Four and a half, if you're lucky. See Steve's for the full six." Eyes narrowing, Wanda said, "Are you possibly brain damaged from all that mind control?"

Walking over to his chest of drawers, he pulled out a shirt and boxers. Then he dropped his towel. "It's really possible. But why is it damaged to mess with you? Maybe you're damaged to get upset by it." He turned around and gave her a full frontal, then just stood there talking to her, naked for a full two minutes before stepping into his boxers slowly. "But you're not in here to talk about me. You came in here to talk about Steve."

"Yes… that's right. What is wrong with you?" she demanded. "I've done nothing but be nice to you. Hell, I even helped save your ass a few years ago in Germany. And this is the thanks I get? I should have let T'Challa slice your throat. What do you have against me?"

Shrugging, he replied, "Nothing. As you said, you've done nothing wrong to me."

"Then why are you trying to sabotage me and Steve?" She was trying to focus on the conversation but after the ass shot, the full frontal, him still being only half dressed, and the fact his boxers are pretty thin was making her flustered. She was used to muscles, perfect bodies, and gorgeous faces, hello Steve Rogers, Thor, and half the male Avengers, but this bad boy act he had going made her feel something new. For a few years, Steve's been growing the beard, and he looked a little like a bad boy. She thought it was much hotter, and she even told him how much hotter it was. After they were all pardoned, he shaved it off despite her suggestion he keep it. Mr. America has to be clean shaven she supposed. But Bucky's effect on her was pretty instantaneous.

"Simple. He's not ready for a girl like you. You'd chew him up and spit him out. Steve is… not like me. He's more polite and principled than me. Now I, on the other hand, am ready for a woman like you, but he's not. Of course, he'd say nothing to hurt your feelings, but you scare him," he answered with a smile.

Wanda wasn't expecting this. She didn't know what game this was. "Ah, I see. And he told you this?" she asked. "He never seemed too scared to me."

Chuckling, he walked towards her. "No, he didn't tell me. He didn't have to. I can read him like a book. Has he kissed you? Made love to you? A woman like you shouldn't wait on any man. He might think he wants you, but he needs a church girl, who is home and in bed before ten. Wanda, I've seen you roaming the halls in the middle of the night. Have you ever been inside of a church?" He circled her slowly and despite being full dressed, she felt completely naked.

"Maybe you don't know Steve as well as you think. You haven't been around for a long time, unlike me." She eyed him closely, then reached out and touched him with a cloud of red on the tip of her finger. He watched her as she ran her finger down his chest to his belly, only stopped when she was half of an inch from his boxers' waistband. He watched her the whole time, and she could see the effect it had on him. "I think maybe you're jealous of the attention he gets."

Coming very close to her, he said quietly, "Let's see who knows him better. Want to make a little bet? For the next seven days, you see if you can prove he's ready for a bad girl like you or I will prove that you're too much for him."

"You're horrible."

"You have no idea," Bucky said with a chuckle. "Have you met me?"

Wanda shook her head. "I don't think I have met the real you until now." He grabbed her hand, bringing it to his mouth for a kiss.

"So do we have a bet?"

"That doesn't seem like a very nice thing for you to do, 'best friend'. How would Steve feel if he found out?" she asked.

"Are you kidding me? If you're right, he gets laid. If I'm right, he gets…"

"Played. So, what's in it for you Bucky, because I know you wouldn't do it without a prize?" she asked.

Bucky gave her a mischievous smile. "Do you really need to ask?" He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "You. On your back. Beneath me."

Pulling back only a little so he could see her face, he watched her intensely. She met his gaze for a few moments before he lowered his mouth to lick her bottom lip. "You haven't won me yet," she reminded him. She put her hand on his chest, planning to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled it lower, covering her hand and wrapping it around the sizable bulge in his boxers.

"Who knows? You might want to lose," he said. "But we should seal this with a kiss, correct?"

"I thought you only sealed deals with a kiss," she pointed out.

"I noticed you haven't moved your hand, Maximoff."

Wanda gave him a devilish smile before wrapping some warm and tingling magic around his dick, and crept her hand up slowly. "Better?" she said, watching him attempt to appear unaffected, but he closed his eyes and bit his lip. "Are you sure that you're even ready for me, soldat?" Stormy blue eyes rose to meet hers. "This is going to be fun." She bit her lip to stop from laughing and turned to open the door.

He stopped her from leaving, coming up behind her and wrapping his arm around her waist. She gasped when he pulled her flush with his body roughly. "Yes, I am ready for you. Don't worry. And I will have you. But you didn't tell me what your preferred prize was."

They both were quiet, their breathing slightly heavy. Wanda almost gave up the bet right there. What the fuck? How did he have this effect on her so soon? He turned her slowly in his arms.

"What is your prize?" he said before capturing her lips in a hot, urgent kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. He moaned, and she raised her hands to his face, returning his kiss.

Eventually, she pulled away, looking at him for a minute before she said, "Steve, of course. Steve's my prize."

Annoyance flashed in his eyes, and Bucky shook his head, saying, "You're going down, Maximoff."

"Only if I lose," she said, leaving quickly before the two of them ended up in bed.

What the fuck had she just done?

x0x0x

Bucky couldn't help thinking he made a big mistake. Wanda flirted with Steve shamelessly, and his friend enjoyed the extra attention. Perhaps Bucky pushed her into Steve's arms. When he wasn't around, Wanda turned her attention to driving Bucky crazy, especially if they ended up alone. Either she was bending over in front of him and she was wearing a short skirt and she leaned over him at the dinner table, her breasts nearly in his face. Her ass brushed his crotch more times than he could count. And in the training room, she pressed her body against him repeatedly. Considering her training was normally no-contact, there was no way it was an accident.

She flirted with Steve, but she teased and practically molested Bucky. He supposed he started it, but it drove him insane. Luckily, she was discreet, and only he was aware. Eventually, by day three he decided two can play this game and he intended to up the stakes.

Let the groping begin.

For the next two days, they tried to one-up the other. Luckily no one was in the training room when their attempts ended with them wrestling on the floor before he grabbed her throat, only to flip her on her back, settling between her legs. He didn't let go of her throat as he opened her uniform, popping off buttons as he went, then running his tongue over the tops of her breasts and down her cleavage. Hearing two guys in the hallway, she used her magic to throw him off her and quickly grabbed her buttons and ran into the ladies' showers. Bucky fell back on the mat and groaned in frustration before he went to take a cold shower.

Later that night, he walked into her room wearing only a towel, again, then seeing she was not in bed but the shower, he strolled into her bathroom. He watched her silhouette behind the shower door for a minute or two before asking if she needed someone to wash her back. Her scream elated him. Luckily, he managed to duck the huge bottle of conditioner, she flung at his head as he left the room, laughing.

Doubling her efforts with Steve, Bucky hoped it was having the opposite effect and terrifying Steve. What he didn't bother mentioning to Wanda was the fact that his buddy admitted that he once had the hots for Natasha for years, but her aggressive seductive ways threw him for a loop. Therefore, he ended up not acting on it. Bucky also failed to mention that he had expressed his desire for Wanda prior to the bet and Steve insisted he pursue her, which is why he wasn't responded to her flirting. He felt a little bad about setting her up. Not bad enough to stop, of course, but mildly bad.

On movie night, Bucky sat beside her and watched while she paid so much attention to Steve, laughing at his jokes, trailing her fingers along the back of his hand, and grasping his bicep repeatedly. Since she had a blanket covering her, he slid his hand under it and along her thigh. Flinching visibly, she pressed her legs together, attempting to trap his hand as he ran his hand inside her leg. Leaning forward, he pointed out something in the movie to Steve. They carried on an entire conversation while he tried to move his hand up. Wanda looked mortified because she knew she couldn't react.

Wanda's drink was on the table beside him so she reached across him, resting her hand on his dick like she was propping herself up. He drew in a deep breath and as she drank, she cut her eyes to his and her hand moved slightly. Putting the glass back on the table, she licked her lips and she continued to watch him, as she sat back.

But Bucky knew she was wearing stretch pants so he swiftly moved his hand up, slid it under her waistband, and began a downward movement. With his vibranium hand, he moved the blanket over his lap as well and pushed her hand between his legs.

Steve stood up and said, "I'm exhausted so I'm going to head to bed. Good night you guys." As he walked away, Wanda looked beyond irritated.

"Yeah, I'm going to head to bed as well," Sam said with a little wave.

"Good night, you guys," Wanda replied, but Bucky knew her mind was elsewhere.

As soon as the men were out of sight, he turned to her and asked, "Would you like to head to bed as well?"

"If you want to keep your fingers, you will move them," she replied, clenching her jaw. He smiled evilly and slid his hand all the way down, stroking her through her thin, skimpy panties.

He wasn't expecting her to grab his cock roughly. "I suggest you be careful, Barnes. You might be stronger than me, but you couldn't overpower me and if I play with that sick mind of yours, you will regret it."

Lunging at her, he ended up flipping them onto the floor with her on top of him. "I hope you don't read my mind. Especially when I'm around you." He didn't wait for her answer before he caressed her face and kissed her. She didn't bother resisting and returned his kiss for a few minutes before pulling away.

Sitting up, she straddled him. "I still have two more days."

Bucky sighed and considered telling her the truth. But he worried it had gone too far for him to escape unscathed. "Wanda, don't you see what is happening? While he's blind to your charms, I am not."

"You only want me because you can't have me," she said, standing. He watched her step over him and leave the room. After he sat up, he heard chuckling and raised his head to find Steve leaning against the doorframe.

Clapping slowly, he smiled. "James Buchanan Barnes, I cannot remember the last time I saw you crash and burn so badly on a woman who wanted me."

"Fuck you, Rogers. That was the first time ever," Bucky lay his head back on the floor. "She only wants you because she doesn't like to lose a bet."

"That's why she was acting the same way before the bet. I only stood aside because you intended to try for her but since you failed, perhaps I shouldn't bother standing aside anymore. After all, Wanda is amazing," Steve said, then headed toward the kitchen.

Bucky jumped up and followed him. "You said I had a week."

"You had six months before the bet. Six months you forced me to ignore her while you were just a pain in her ass. And this week, have you seen how much touching, stroking, and squeezing on me she's done? It's difficult to resist her. You think she'll cave to you in two days? And if she doesn't, you'll have pawed all over my future girlfriend. Hmm… lover sounds more accurate," Steve pointed out, taking ice cream from the freezer. "I don't know about all this, Bucky. She doesn't seem that interested in you."

"You're loving this, aren't you? You think you can seduce and win over a woman that I can't? It'll take more than a few muscles. And I have a head start since you've been blowing her off all this time, Rogers." Bucky snatched the ice cream out of his hands.

"Oh, I kind of want to prove you wrong." Steve crossed his arms over his chest. "But I'll give you two days, until the night of the benefit, since I gave you my word and it won't matter anyway."

"I guess we'll see." Bucky replied confidently.

"May the best man win."

x0x0x

Bucky stepped up his efforts so much so in the next two days, Wanda fully expected him to throw her down and just take her on the floor in front of everyone. The worst time was when she was standing at the island making a salad and talking to Rhodey when Bucky came up beside her. She was barely paying attention when Rhodey turned around to look at something behind him. So quickly she couldn't stop him, Bucky reached his hand under her skirt, pulled the side of her thong, easily ripping the fabric so it tore off. When she gasped, Rhodey turned around and asked her if she was okay.

"Sure," she replied in an octave above her normal voice. Bucky started asking her multiple questions while he was sliding her hand under her skirt and between her legs. "Yeah, there is something bothering me," she muttered, glaring at him. By that point, Rhodey was already halfway out of the room.

"I can't believe you just did that," she seethed, grabbing his hand. "Don't you think that's a bit too far?"

He shrugged before pressing her back against the island and put his hands on either side of her, keeping her within his arms. "It's easy enough to stop me. Tell me no. Show any indication that you don't want me to do it and I'll stop immediately."

Wanda hesitated because she knew she'd been just as inappropriate with him. "Let's just agree to have a little decorum."

"Like walking into my room when I'm in a towel?"

"You were the one that dropped that towel, not me." She laughed out loud.

Bucky smiled and shook his head. "You have been making my life miserable for this whole week. But tonight, when Rogers proves me right, you will be mine."

"You never did tell me what he had to do to prove you wrong? A kiss or what?" She didn't want to suggest they had to sleep together due to it being unlikely they'd go from zero to sixty in one night.

"A kiss? You think that's enough? We've done more than that," he shook his head. "But sure, I'll make it easy on you, despite you making it hard for me. And I'll book a room at the hotel where the benefit is at tonight and give you the key. That way you can take Rogers there if you want. Or more likely, meet me there, right?"

"I have until midnight. If not, you'll have your prize," she answered, pressing against him. "What will you do when I win?"

"I have no plans, since it won't happen." He began moving aside her skirt and she slapped his hand.

"No more. You watch me and Steve making out on the dance floor or in some dark corner. I'm sorry but then you'll have to handle things yourself."

When she ducked under his arm and tried to leave, he pulled her so his mouth was right beside her ear. "Admit it, Wanda. You're hoping you lose, aren't you?"

"How do you walk around without that ego of yours weighing you down so much without it crushing you?"

"That's why I'm much better on my back," he quipped. "You'll see later tonight."