Wanda/Clint

*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun.***

Clint dropped his bags at his feet and wrapped a teary Laura in his arms. Finally, he was home, safe and ready to spend time with his wife and children. No more fighting the good fight, at least not for the foreseeable future. No, now was the time to rest and be with his family.

There was only one small problem.

"Honey, who is this?" Laura asked, and Clint pulled out of her embrace to gesture at the young woman who stood quietly in the doorway behind him.

"Laura, this is Wanda Maximoff. Wanda, this is my wife, Laura." Clint didn't go into more detail right now. How do you tell your wife that you found your soul mate and brought the girl home?

"It's nice to meet you, Wanda," Laura said, ever gracious. He loved her so much. Clint kept an arm around her waist, and he caught Wanda's eyes flickering to it before she gave Laura a tentative smile. It didn't reach her eyes, and he didn't expect it would, not for a long time. Not with her twin brother dead.

"Wanda is gonna be staying with us for a while. if that's alright," he said, drawing a quizzical look from his wife.

"Of course, honey. I'll show you to the guest room," she said to Wanda, and Clint shook his head.

"You rest," he told her, his hand on her pregnant belly. "I'll get her settled in." Laura smiled at him and gave him a kiss, then he led Wanda to the back of the house where her room would be.

She set her bag on the bed and turned to look at him with those large, green eyes that seemed to drag him in no matter how much he wanted to resist.

"You did not tell me she was pregnant," Wanda said, moving closer. She placed her hand on his chest, and he swore his heart skipped a beat under her palm.

"We've got two others, Cooper and Lila. They're around here someplace. I'm surprised they haven't already ambushed me," he said, trying hard not to reach for her. It was so hard not to touch her. Every inch of him was painfully aware of how near she was.

"Why did you marry, knowing she was not your soul mate?" she asked, tilting her face upwards. All he had to do was lean down, and he could be kissing her. It would be so easy.

"Because I love her," he said softly. Wanda nodded her understanding, but he wasn't lucky enough for her to let it go.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked. "How do you expect this to work?"

Now he did reach out, unable to stop himself. He slid his hand over her shoulder and into her soft hair, cupping her head.

"I couldn't leave you behind," he admitted. Wanda trailed her fingers down his arm until she reached his soul mark, and he sucked in a sharp breath at the intensity of the feelings flooding his body at that simple touch. Her lips were parted, eyes heavy-lidded in open invitation, and he stopped resisting.

Just for a minute. Just a kiss, one kiss, he told himself, but his desire only multiplied at the first taste of her. He clutched at her, running his hands over her curves and pulling her hard against him. Her whimpers drove him on, made him crazy, almost desperate for more. He could've come when she hooked one long leg over his hip and started rubbing on the hard-on trapped painfully in his jeans, but the thundering sound of feet running through the house woke him from his daze.

Clint shoved himself away from her, struggling to breathe, to control himself. He swore and kneeled down to conceal his erection just as Lila and Cooper ran into the room. He embraced his children and tried to ignore the girl standing only a few feet away looking thoroughly ravished.

What the hell am I doing?

Clint couldn't put it off any longer. He had to tell Laura.

He'd given it all afternoon, kept the mark on his arm covered up so she didn't see how it had changed from black to purple, but he couldn't wait any longer and it wasn't getting any easier. It didn't help that Wanda kept watching him, with that measuring gaze that made him feel like she saw right through him. Hell, she probably did. It was damn unnerving.

"Honey?" he said softly.

Laura stopped in the middle of prepping their dinner salad and closed her eyes. Her shoulders were suddenly slumped, and he'd never seen her look so vulnerable. Not even that first time they'd had to rush Cooper to the hospital because she "hadn't been watching him closely enough." Which was ridiculous, but there'd been no telling her that then.

"So is this it?" she asked, turning to look at him.

"Is this... Wait, what?"

"She's your soul mate, right?" Laura nodded, his stunned expression all the answer she apparently needed. Clint was having trouble keeping up. This was happening way too fast. He wasn't ready.

"She's beautiful," Laura said. "I always knew she would be. I guess I convinced myself that things would be different. The longer it took, the more I thought maybe this day would never come." She was doing an admirable job of sounding calm, but Clint could see her trembling.

It was the first tears that spilled down her cheeks that broke him out of his frozen, silent state. Clint was at her side in two steps, pulling her into his arms and holding her to his chest. She slipped her arms around him in a crushing grip and sobbed.

"It's okay, Laura. I'm not going anywhere. I promise. Okay? I promise." He kept murmuring to her as she cried, until finally it slowed to sniffles. Clint pressed a kiss to her head.

"I'm not going anywhere," he told her. "You and the kids, you're my family. You're my wife and I love you. Wanda means something to me too, but that doesn't make you less." God, what a mess this was.

"What are we going to do?" Laura asked, echoing his exact thoughts. Clint sighed.

"Well, I don't know. I can't deny what she is to me," he said.

"And I don't want you to," Laura said quickly, pulling back enough to look him in the eyes. "You of all people deserve to have your soul mate, Clint."

He kissed her sweetly, softly.

"You willing to share me, hon? Because that's what this would be," he told her, trying to impart through tone and expression how very serious he was. "You say the word and she's gone. She may be my soul mate, but she doesn't need to be in our home or our lives. I couldn't leave her behind all alone... but if it's a choice, Laura, I choose you. It's always gonna be you."

He could see the joy building in his wife's eyes again, the happiness and surety of his love for her. He never wanted her to doubt it, to doubt him. Even if there was a woman in their house who pulled at him like she had her own gravity.

"We'll make it work, honey." Laura said softly, palm pressed to his cheek. "I want us all to be happy. She's a part of you, so she belongs here."

He couldn't love this woman any more than he already did.

"I don't know how you deal with me," he said, smiling.

"So I will be staying, then?" Wanda asked from behind him. Clint swung around and glared at her.

"Hey. Private moment!" he said indignantly. Wanda only shrugged. He already knew she could be infuriating.

"You are not in a private area," she said, as if that excused everything. Laura stepped forward before he could say anything else and took Wanda's hand.

"You're staying," Laura said firmly. "You're family."