"James, the movie is over. James?" Wanda yawned as she moved out of the comfortable cocoon of his arm and peered at the super soldier. The sound of light snores left his mouth and he didn't move a muscle when she called his name again. She chuckled as she got out of bed, turning off the tv and the DVD player and dumped the empty containers of snacks in the trash.

She went back to James' side, getting in her bed to look at him. Light from the moon shone on his face and she smiled softly, watching him sleep. He was handsome while he slept - well, he was handsome all the time, but sleep enhanced his attractiveness.

Often, she'd wondered if they would work as a couple. They'd both been used as tools for evil. The only difference was she chose to volunteer as a human trial for HYDRA experiments and James was taken against his will.

She allowed her hatred for Stark and her bitterness from losing her parents blind her to the dangers of the people she surround herself with. She did what they wanted as a means to someday get revenge, she toyed with her teammates' minds - they all forgave her long ago. Yet, she still felt guilt at times.

It was normal. No one could go through the things she did and not experience shame or regret. James had told her that during the many talks they shared. He was the one person in the Avengers besides Steve, Sam and Natasha who assured her that she wasn't a monster for the choices she made in the past.

And he would know. When she helped remove the HYDRA programming from his mind, she'd seen a lot of gritty images, horrible scenes of torture done to himself and the actions he committed as the Winter Soldier. He managed to keep a good number of them from her sight, but she knew better than anyone how dark the nightmares could get.

Each of the Avengers had endured some kind of personal trauma or hardship in their lives, but Wanda and James were two who connected the most, maintaining a steady orbit around each other. Their mutual attraction was obvious to everyone else, but neither made a move.

On Wanda's part, she'd been apprehensive because of the possibility of rejection, even though she was fully aware of James' interest. Another problem was that they never talked about their romantic inclinations, which stifled any further development in their relationship.

They both wanted it. Of that, she was sure. There were enough looks between them that could heat up a room and turn it into a sauna.

Before she could stop herself, Wanda bent down to brush her lips against James'. It was a gentle kiss and she made sure she counted to five, then pulled back. Her eyes widened when she saw his green eyes staring into her own.

How did I not sense him wake up?

"James, I..." Plenty of explanations could have been given for the kiss, but zero came to mind and Wanda just stammered and blushed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, but you looked so serene and I didn't want to let this chance pass without-"

He cut her off by taking hold of her arm, tugging her back down to his level and slanting his mouth over hers. A contented sigh escaped her lips and her hands splayed across his back. She kissed him as hard as she could, uncaring that their noses smushed against each other and that her head was growing dizzy from the loss of oxygen.

Wanda felt him pull back first, moaning in disappointment that their lips weren't connected, but she kept her finger twisted into the fabric of his shirt so he didn't move too far away.

"That was, um...nice."

"Thanks, doll. You're not such a bad kisser, yourself." His voice came out a little husky, the old Brooklyn accent slipping out and the sound made Wanda's toes curl. He smiled for a moment, but the corners of his lips dropped and he sighed, shaking his head. "You shouldn't waste your time on an old man like me, Wanda."

"Really?" She reached down to grip his backside with both hands and squeezed him playfully. "For an old man, you have a tight ass."

His eyes darkened with lust, but he sighed and shook his head. "Wanda, you could do better."

"Maybe. But I don't want anyone else. I want you, James, and I have wanted you from the first moment I saw you." She straddled him and swiveled her body, pressing into his pelvis.

"Damn, Wanda..." He groaned and took hold of her hips, locking her in place.

"I'm tired of letting fear stop me from pursuing my desires. It's time we both gave in, don't you?"

James said nothing at first, opting to smooth his finger along the slope of her neck. When he reached the curve of her breast, he paused, eyes were full of heat. "There's no turning back after this."

"That's exactly what I want. I'm looking toward the future." She peppered his jaw with tiny kisses before covering his mouth with hers.

He continued to explore her skin with his fingers, sneaking them into the scooped opening of her sleep shirt and his thumb massaged the hardened peak in the center of her breast. She let out a low moan and arched her back while he fondled her bosom. When her cries began to increase in volume, he stopped.

"If you're going to make that much noise, you might wanna lock the door."

"Good point." Wanda rolled off the bed and strode to the bedroom door, locking it. As she came to the bed again, she unbuttoned her sleep shirt, shimmied out of her panties and let both drop to the floor. "I don't want any interruptions for what I'm going to do to you."

James couldn't wait to see that promise become fulfilled.