Wanda hummed to herself as she put on her sleep clothes. There was a liveliness in her being for the first time in a long time and she owed it all to James. They'd started spending time together. She told him about Pietro and their life as orphans in Sokovia. It was a gritty recollection and during particular points in her story, her voice cracked and she trailed off, overcome by emotion.

But every time she thought she couldn't continue, James took her hand and squeezed it gently, encouraging her. His presence became a source of strength that she'd chosen to rely on. It was nice, having a man she could confide in.

Yes, she had Steve and Sam, but they were like older brothers to her and that made her cautious about what she revealed to them.

Clint was in the same category. He was like a father to her and she loved him dearly, but she knew they were some things he didn't need to know about her. All of the Avengers had been through some kind of personal hell, but for Wanda, James was the one person she knew would understand her past and relate to it the most. Hence, why she'd been drawn to him from the very beginning.

Opening up to James and allowing herself to be vulnerable was easier each time they were together. Whenever they were around their fellow Avengers, Wanda and James still ended up being in the other's orbit.

Natasha and Steve were the first ones to notice how attached their friends had become. Steve wanted to talk to James about, but Natasha lovingly reminded him that this was one situation he didn't need to concern himself with.

"I know you like looking out for everybody, but please let Barnes and Wanda figure this out on their own. I think they're good for each other and if you start asking questions, you could cause them to separate. They're not teenagers; they're both of age and know what they're getting themselves into. Just leave it be and see where it goes. Trust me on this, okay?"

Steve did trust Natasha and her judgment, explicitly. It was one of the reasons they worked so well as partners for SHIELD in the past and why their marriage was so wonderful. So he conceded, heeding his wife's wisdom and stepped back, in the hopes that his best friend and the young woman he loved as a sister would be happy as their relationship developed.

In Wanda's eyes, their relationship was going quite well. She and James chose to take things slow given their past history and the baggage they carried. Two months had passed since that night in the kitchen and life was much brighter. Late night talks over a cold bowl of cereal and walks in the park became a regular occurrence. She'd even impulsively grabbed his hand several times and was pleased to feel his warmth as he smiled down at her and accepted it.

There was something thrilling in the knowledge that the person you cared for was gradually letting you into their heart and Wanda was no exception. She felt like dancing on air - and because of her powers, she could do it.

Nobody knew this, but they'd also shared a kiss or two.

Not on the lips, to her dismay. She knew about James' history with women and how he had a new girl every week. He'd been a ladies' man in his day, pure and simple, therefor, it was for his sake that they didn't rush things. Wanda understood and shared his view on the matter, but lately, she'd been feeling a strong desire to kiss him on the lips.

She wasn't a wanton and she had no shame for these feelings, but she was a woman. And James, goodness, was he a man. During their intimate talks, Wanda caught him looking at her mouth and through her powers, she sensed a tension in his body if she got close to him. He'd lick his lips and dart his eyes away, bringing up some silly subject to change the atmosphere, yet there could be no denying what was evident in those green eyes of his.

He wanted her, too.

This fact caused her to rejoice, albeit with some reservation.

How do I tell him how I feel without looking like a fool?

A knock on Wanda's bedroom door interrupted her thoughts and she ran to it before self-consciously running a hand through her brown hair. Steeling herself, she opened the door and smiled brightly at the man on the other side as he said hello. He held a brown paper bag in his arms that made her quirk her brow in curiosity.

"Hey. What's this?"

James returned her smile and walked inside, closing the door behind him. "Snacks and a movie. Steve and Natasha are in the kitchen making omelettes and I didn't want to disturb them."

"They were being excessively mushy, weren't they?"

"Oh, yeah. Giggling and bumping noses like they were starring in a cheesy Hallmark film."

"Hey!" Wanda swatted his arm. "I love Hallmark movies."

"I know, I know. What do you think I brought?" He held out a DVD case and Wanda accepted it. When she saw the title, she squealed. "You bought the new Lacey Chabert movie?!"

James nodded as he pulled out the items he bought. "I found it at the convenience store for five bucks and I figured I'd get it for you. It's cheaper than the online price."

"You are the best! Thank you so much!" She threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"You're welcome." He raised his hands to hold her back, caressing her with care. In a few moments, it registered that she wasn't wearing her sleep sweater and her breasts felt so soft against his chest. What's worse, the smell of her coconut lime body wash intoxicated his senses and made him a bit too alert to her sex appeal.

Damn.

James pulled away as nonchalantly as he could so Wanda wouldn't notice his sudden arousal. "I'll turn the DVD player on."

"Alright," she replied. If he hadn't walked past her then, he would have seen the knowing smirk on her face.

He definitely wanted her.