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Company || Wanda & Wade

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It wasn’t often that he was granted a day off- usually his duties as a SHIELD agent had him running around. Thankfully, none of that running around involved delivering paperwork or anything too dull like that. Now that Wade did have some free time, he wasn’t quite sure what  to do with it. I’ve trained enough… he thought. There’s got to be something to do. Oh! Right! Manhattan!  He grinned and busied himself in removing his suit, peeling off all the various components. He shimmied over to his closet and peered at the mirror on the door. Skin’s not too bad today, he observed, running his hands over his cheeks and chin. Could pass with regular clothes…! He reached into his closet and yanked out an assortment of pants and shirts. He quickly selected his outfit and began to dress himself. Wade had barely gotten his jeans up around his ankles when he heard the knock at his door.

Wanda stood outside the door, readjusting her long red sweater, nuzzling her face into the soft, warm fabric. It was beginning to get a little bit colder during the day, with autumn on its way. She loved it, honestly, able to get out her favorite clothes, like long sleeve dresses, sweaters, jumpers, and boots. Today, she had on her lucky sweater, pink leggings, old red chucks, and a pink scarf.

And the witch was certainly hoping for luck. She hadn’t heard from Wade in a while; and being her, she was terrified she had scared the mercenary away. In her hands, she held a plate of warm chocolate-chip cookies, over thirty of them. Inhaling the sweet air, she closed her eyes, thinking to herself, “Please be there.”

When the door did open, and her eyes opened along with it, her face turned redder than her sweater.

Wade cursed softly to himself as he yanked his jeans up and buttoned them hastily. In rushing, he nearly fell over one of his rifle cases, causing his previously-sleeping dog to awaken. Wade ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame the flyaways- the motion only did the opposite.

He kicked the rifle case under his bed in a swift motion and darted to the door. God, I hope they don’t think I’m a weirdo, he thought desperately. Kujo, Wade’s faithful canine companion, followed his master’s path to the door. Wade quickly yanked the door open, standing up a little straighter when he saw it was Wanda. Kujo nudged his way past Wade to eagerly sniff at the witch.

Oh my God, was the only thing Wade could think. I’m not even wearing a shirt.

Wanda was blushing—-so much so, she thought there was no way that there was enough blood flowing through the rest of her body for her to function, but her body was definetly working. She could feel her heart beat faster and faster as her green eyes looked at the perfectly sculpted man, his chest far more fantastic than any Greek statue she’d seen. She could feel several more things; emabarassment, suprise, shock, but most of all…she could feel lust.

Biting down on her lip, Wanda forced her eyes to look up at his hazel eyes, knowing that if she looked at his Adonis-like figure she might drop her cookies. Even then, she couldn’t get a break—-his hair was tussled in the way that looked like he’d just come from training. Oh god.

“W-Wade—-I, oh my goodness, I should come back later—-I’m so sorry—-” she sputtered.

He turned nearly as red as she did. Play it cool play it cool playitcoolplayitcool… “Hey! Wanda! You want to c- I mean- Oh Lord, Kujo, down!” He yanked at the dog’s collar, causing the canine to whine. “No, hush, get in there- I mean the dog- oh man…” He ran his fingers through his hair again, tousling the dirty-blond strands.

Wade took a deep breath in an attempt to center himself. “So, um, you want to come in?”

“Only if I am invited,” Wanda replied. Great timing…just perfect. Her lucky sweater was failing her. She didn’t know just how long she would last in a room alone with Wade, especially like that. Hopefully, the dog would distract her a little, but that was very unlikely. “I don’t want to be a bother, really.”

She shifted her weight, trying to balance her wobbly legs. Why was she feeling like this? Perhaps she was running a little under the weather…maybe that was it. She hadn’t experienced feelings this strong for years. All she wanted to do was to touch him…

“Oh, yeah, no- I mean yeah-” He caught himself again. “Come on in.” He motioned for her to follow. “If you want, I mean. It’s cool.” He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs- If it keeps up like that, it’ll have to regenerate…! he thought.

“You wouldn’t be a bother. It’s fine- really it is.” He gently nudged the dog behind him again as the inquisitive muzzle poked out from between his legs. “No, dog, go away-” his face turned pink. “Sorry. Um. I can try to control him?”

Wanda set the plate of cookies on Wade’s dresser as she walked in. “I just hadn’t seen you for a while…wanted to make sure that nothing bad had happened and that I hadn’t scared you away or anything like that.”

She noticed how he was stuttering some; she really needed to learn to call ahead or something. Maybe she was just so used to Pietro being so quick and always ready to go somewhere that she just didn’t bother with formalities like that anymore.

I need to get out more.

Crouching down, she scratched behind the ears of the canine. “Don’t worry, he’s alright. I’m sure he’d just like to say hello.” Wanda looked up, smiling at those brown eyes again. “What have you been up to—other than uhm, being half naked?”

Wade flushed at the half-naked comment. “Um, not much, just-” Here he yanked a black t-shirt off of his bed and began to pull it on. “Just training. An’ missions- Fury sent me out on a few. Hence me not being around for a bit.” He smoothed his hands down the front of the black v-neck.

He cast his eyes around the room quickly- it was clean, surprisingly so for someone of his nature. The only things that made it seem like more than an ordinary room were the disassembled guns littering the desk and coffee table. In addition, a sleek metal box, almost like a briefcase, rested upon the edge of the desk.

Man, I have got to clean up.

Wade snapped his fingers, calling Kujo to him so he could tousle the fur on the dog’s head. “So what’ve you been up to?”

She stood back up, grinning, looking at Wade’s now covered body. The shirt fit him just right; accenting his muscles, tight, yet loose at the same time. It certainly wasn’t helping her already pounding hert.

“Baking, helping some students, thinking about you—-“

Wanda snapped her mouth shut. Did she really just say that? Or did she think it? She knew she had thought it, but it certainly sounded like she had actually audibly spoken it aloud. Her face flushing red, she bit her lip, attempting to move herself back towards the door, away from Wade’s probably look of confusion.

However, in her current state, she tripped over her feet, and she began to fall down towards the carpet.

Wade jumped forward the moment he saw her trip. His hands shot out- one hand landed on her upper arm, the other on her hip. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his heart, the poor organ set back into its stuttering beat from the sudden shock.

Slowly, he glanced up at her face. He suddenly found himself hyper-aware of everything around him- or at least, everything about Wanda. Curved hips, strong arms, ever-so-slightly-pouty lips…

No, Wade, no. No lingering. No touchy-feely. No no no. Bad. Bad touchy-feely. Classy chicks don’t dig touchy-feely.

He pulled her up to stand on her own two feet again before stepping back slightly. With a nervous cough, Wade rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry about that- yeah. Um. Sorry.”

Wanda stood, shakily, in front of Wade. Maybe a foot away, tops. Even so…that spit second that he was holding her was just perfect. She could feel the beat of his heart, the warmth of his tall form…it was more than she could have asked for. Ever since the Vision, the witch had been looking for another to fill her heart; one who would not hit her, one that would treat her with the soft and gentle care that someone would use when dealing with a porcelain doll. Wade had done just that; not just physically, but emotionally. The talks that they had were warm memories in her mind, reoccuring in her dreams many nights.

“Don’t be sorry,” she said, inching towards him, “Why would you be sorry?”

Before he could even get a word out, Wanda was there, gingerly holding his face between her soft hands. Heart racing, legs trembling, the woman’s eyes darted from Wade’s own eyes to his inviting mouth. She took in a final breath before shutting her eyes, leaning in close, and caressing Wade’s lips with her own.

Wow hey this is new, he thought. The voices in his head kicked in, clamoring with exclamations of, Wow! Hey! Different? Different! It’s been a while! Be quiet, you! Wow she’s good! Hush up and let the guy enjoy it! Wade mentally brushed them to the side, quieting the two noisy intruders in his head.

Tentatively, he reached up to place a hand lightly on Wanda’s upper arm. He pushed back with his lips lightly, keeping the kiss chaste. Don’t mess it up! urged the first voice before retreating back into the recesses of Wade’s mind with a giggle. Wade carefully placed his other hand just above Wanda’s hip, in what the second of his voices deemed to be the “safe zone.”

This was heaven.

Her temperature was heating up, especially where that hand of his was resting on her hip. Something about it felt so…delicious. Her skin tingled, every twitch of his fingers sending a new shockwave through the witch’s body. Still…Wanda felt as if he didn’t want it. He had only pushed back a small bit…perhaps she wasn’t being assertive enough?

She pressed against him, tighter now, parting his lips with her tongue. Intertwining her fingers with his, she kissed him harder…well, a better word was more “passionate.” It was up to him to how he responded, and where they continued.

Wade felt Wanda’s temperature heat up- he was surprised that he could even note this, as his own skin was overly warm at this point. He felt her fingers twine through his and, with a light squeeze to her palm, joined their fingers together tightly. This was something new to him- not the physical action; oh no, he had been with plenty of women before- but rather the sensations that were going on inside. Wade felt as though his heart was doing flips, and every one of his nerves tingled as if being brushed by electric currents.


He sighed softly when he felt her deepen the kiss. He pressed back eagerly, and the hand that was placed on Wanda’s back began to trail upwards. He traced her spine with his fingers, following the column all the way up until he reached the soft dark curls of her hair. Wade lightly tangled his fingers in the base of her long tresses, pulling her as close to him as he could.


Company || Wanda & Wade

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It wasn’t often that he was granted a day off- usually his duties as a SHIELD agent had him running around. Thankfully, none of that running around involved delivering paperwork or anything too dull like that. Now that Wade did have some free time, he wasn’t quite sure what  to do with it. I’ve trained enough… he thought. There’s got to be something to do. Oh! Right! Manhattan!  He grinned and busied himself in removing his suit, peeling off all the various components. He shimmied over to his closet and peered at the mirror on the door. Skin’s not too bad today, he observed, running his hands over his cheeks and chin. Could pass with regular clothes…! He reached into his closet and yanked out an assortment of pants and shirts. He quickly selected his outfit and began to dress himself. Wade had barely gotten his jeans up around his ankles when he heard the knock at his door.

Wanda stood outside the door, readjusting her long red sweater, nuzzling her face into the soft, warm fabric. It was beginning to get a little bit colder during the day, with autumn on its way. She loved it, honestly, able to get out her favorite clothes, like long sleeve dresses, sweaters, jumpers, and boots. Today, she had on her lucky sweater, pink leggings, old red chucks, and a pink scarf.

And the witch was certainly hoping for luck. She hadn’t heard from Wade in a while; and being her, she was terrified she had scared the mercenary away. In her hands, she held a plate of warm chocolate-chip cookies, over thirty of them. Inhaling the sweet air, she closed her eyes, thinking to herself, “Please be there.”

When the door did open, and her eyes opened along with it, her face turned redder than her sweater.

Wade cursed softly to himself as he yanked his jeans up and buttoned them hastily. In rushing, he nearly fell over one of his rifle cases, causing his previously-sleeping dog to awaken. Wade ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame the flyaways- the motion only did the opposite.

He kicked the rifle case under his bed in a swift motion and darted to the door. God, I hope they don’t think I’m a weirdo, he thought desperately. Kujo, Wade’s faithful canine companion, followed his master’s path to the door. Wade quickly yanked the door open, standing up a little straighter when he saw it was Wanda. Kujo nudged his way past Wade to eagerly sniff at the witch.

Oh my God, was the only thing Wade could think. I’m not even wearing a shirt.

Wanda was blushing—-so much so, she thought there was no way that there was enough blood flowing through the rest of her body for her to function, but her body was definetly working. She could feel her heart beat faster and faster as her green eyes looked at the perfectly sculpted man, his chest far more fantastic than any Greek statue she’d seen. She could feel several more things; emabarassment, suprise, shock, but most of all…she could feel lust.

Biting down on her lip, Wanda forced her eyes to look up at his hazel eyes, knowing that if she looked at his Adonis-like figure she might drop her cookies. Even then, she couldn’t get a break—-his hair was tussled in the way that looked like he’d just come from training. Oh god.

“W-Wade—-I, oh my goodness, I should come back later—-I’m so sorry—-” she sputtered.

He turned nearly as red as she did. Play it cool play it cool playitcoolplayitcool… “Hey! Wanda! You want to c- I mean- Oh Lord, Kujo, down!” He yanked at the dog’s collar, causing the canine to whine. “No, hush, get in there- I mean the dog- oh man…” He ran his fingers through his hair again, tousling the dirty-blond strands.

Wade took a deep breath in an attempt to center himself. “So, um, you want to come in?”

“Only if I am invited,” Wanda replied. Great timing…just perfect. Her lucky sweater was failing her. She didn’t know just how long she would last in a room alone with Wade, especially like that. Hopefully, the dog would distract her a little, but that was very unlikely. “I don’t want to be a bother, really.”

She shifted her weight, trying to balance her wobbly legs. Why was she feeling like this? Perhaps she was running a little under the weather…maybe that was it. She hadn’t experienced feelings this strong for years. All she wanted to do was to touch him…

“Oh, yeah, no- I mean yeah-” He caught himself again. “Come on in.” He motioned for her to follow. “If you want, I mean. It’s cool.” He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs- If it keeps up like that, it’ll have to regenerate…! he thought.

“You wouldn’t be a bother. It’s fine- really it is.” He gently nudged the dog behind him again as the inquisitive muzzle poked out from between his legs. “No, dog, go away-” his face turned pink. “Sorry. Um. I can try to control him?”

Wanda set the plate of cookies on Wade’s dresser as she walked in. “I just hadn’t seen you for a while…wanted to make sure that nothing bad had happened and that I hadn’t scared you away or anything like that.”

She noticed how he was stuttering some; she really needed to learn to call ahead or something. Maybe she was just so used to Pietro being so quick and always ready to go somewhere that she just didn’t bother with formalities like that anymore.

I need to get out more.

Crouching down, she scratched behind the ears of the canine. “Don’t worry, he’s alright. I’m sure he’d just like to say hello.” Wanda looked up, smiling at those brown eyes again. “What have you been up to—other than uhm, being half naked?”

Wade flushed at the half-naked comment. “Um, not much, just-” Here he yanked a black t-shirt off of his bed and began to pull it on. “Just training. An’ missions- Fury sent me out on a few. Hence me not being around for a bit.” He smoothed his hands down the front of the black v-neck.

He cast his eyes around the room quickly- it was clean, surprisingly so for someone of his nature. The only things that made it seem like more than an ordinary room were the disassembled guns littering the desk and coffee table. In addition, a sleek metal box, almost like a briefcase, rested upon the edge of the desk.

Man, I have got to clean up.

Wade snapped his fingers, calling Kujo to him so he could tousle the fur on the dog’s head. “So what’ve you been up to?”

She stood back up, grinning, looking at Wade’s now covered body. The shirt fit him just right; accenting his muscles, tight, yet loose at the same time. It certainly wasn’t helping her already pounding hert.

“Baking, helping some students, thinking about you—-“

Wanda snapped her mouth shut. Did she really just say that? Or did she think it? She knew she had thought it, but it certainly sounded like she had actually audibly spoken it aloud. Her face flushing red, she bit her lip, attempting to move herself back towards the door, away from Wade’s probably look of confusion.

However, in her current state, she tripped over her feet, and she began to fall down towards the carpet.

Wade jumped forward the moment he saw her trip. His hands shot out- one hand landed on her upper arm, the other on her hip. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his heart, the poor organ set back into its stuttering beat from the sudden shock.

Slowly, he glanced up at her face. He suddenly found himself hyper-aware of everything around him- or at least, everything about Wanda. Curved hips, strong arms, ever-so-slightly-pouty lips…

No, Wade, no. No lingering. No touchy-feely. No no no. Bad. Bad touchy-feely. Classy chicks don’t dig touchy-feely.

He pulled her up to stand on her own two feet again before stepping back slightly. With a nervous cough, Wade rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry about that- yeah. Um. Sorry.”

Wanda stood, shakily, in front of Wade. Maybe a foot away, tops. Even so…that spit second that he was holding her was just perfect. She could feel the beat of his heart, the warmth of his tall form…it was more than she could have asked for. Ever since the Vision, the witch had been looking for another to fill her heart; one who would not hit her, one that would treat her with the soft and gentle care that someone would use when dealing with a porcelain doll. Wade had done just that; not just physically, but emotionally. The talks that they had were warm memories in her mind, reoccuring in her dreams many nights.

“Don’t be sorry,” she said, inching towards him, “Why would you be sorry?”

Before he could even get a word out, Wanda was there, gingerly holding his face between her soft hands. Heart racing, legs trembling, the woman’s eyes darted from Wade’s own eyes to his inviting mouth. She took in a final breath before shutting her eyes, leaning in close, and caressing Wade’s lips with her own.

Wow hey this is new, he thought. The voices in his head kicked in, clamoring with exclamations of, Wow! Hey! Different? Different! It’s been a while! Be quiet, you! Wow she’s good! Hush up and let the guy enjoy it! Wade mentally brushed them to the side, quieting the two noisy intruders in his head.

Tentatively, he reached up to place a hand lightly on Wanda’s upper arm. He pushed back with his lips lightly, keeping the kiss chaste. Don’t mess it up! urged the first voice before retreating back into the recesses of Wade’s mind with a giggle. Wade carefully placed his other hand just above Wanda’s hip, in what the second of his voices deemed to be the “safe zone.”


Company || Wanda & Wade

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It wasn’t often that he was granted a day off- usually his duties as a SHIELD agent had him running around. Thankfully, none of that running around involved delivering paperwork or anything too dull like that. Now that Wade did have some free time, he wasn’t quite sure what  to do with it. I’ve trained enough… he thought. There’s got to be something to do. Oh! Right! Manhattan!  He grinned and busied himself in removing his suit, peeling off all the various components. He shimmied over to his closet and peered at the mirror on the door. Skin’s not too bad today, he observed, running his hands over his cheeks and chin. Could pass with regular clothes…! He reached into his closet and yanked out an assortment of pants and shirts. He quickly selected his outfit and began to dress himself. Wade had barely gotten his jeans up around his ankles when he heard the knock at his door.

Wanda stood outside the door, readjusting her long red sweater, nuzzling her face into the soft, warm fabric. It was beginning to get a little bit colder during the day, with autumn on its way. She loved it, honestly, able to get out her favorite clothes, like long sleeve dresses, sweaters, jumpers, and boots. Today, she had on her lucky sweater, pink leggings, old red chucks, and a pink scarf.

And the witch was certainly hoping for luck. She hadn’t heard from Wade in a while; and being her, she was terrified she had scared the mercenary away. In her hands, she held a plate of warm chocolate-chip cookies, over thirty of them. Inhaling the sweet air, she closed her eyes, thinking to herself, “Please be there.”

When the door did open, and her eyes opened along with it, her face turned redder than her sweater.

Wade cursed softly to himself as he yanked his jeans up and buttoned them hastily. In rushing, he nearly fell over one of his rifle cases, causing his previously-sleeping dog to awaken. Wade ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame the flyaways- the motion only did the opposite.

He kicked the rifle case under his bed in a swift motion and darted to the door. God, I hope they don’t think I’m a weirdo, he thought desperately. Kujo, Wade’s faithful canine companion, followed his master’s path to the door. Wade quickly yanked the door open, standing up a little straighter when he saw it was Wanda. Kujo nudged his way past Wade to eagerly sniff at the witch.

Oh my God, was the only thing Wade could think. I’m not even wearing a shirt.

Wanda was blushing—-so much so, she thought there was no way that there was enough blood flowing through the rest of her body for her to function, but her body was definetly working. She could feel her heart beat faster and faster as her green eyes looked at the perfectly sculpted man, his chest far more fantastic than any Greek statue she’d seen. She could feel several more things; emabarassment, suprise, shock, but most of all…she could feel lust.

Biting down on her lip, Wanda forced her eyes to look up at his hazel eyes, knowing that if she looked at his Adonis-like figure she might drop her cookies. Even then, she couldn’t get a break—-his hair was tussled in the way that looked like he’d just come from training. Oh god.

“W-Wade—-I, oh my goodness, I should come back later—-I’m so sorry—-” she sputtered.

He turned nearly as red as she did. Play it cool play it cool playitcoolplayitcool… “Hey! Wanda! You want to c- I mean- Oh Lord, Kujo, down!” He yanked at the dog’s collar, causing the canine to whine. “No, hush, get in there- I mean the dog- oh man…” He ran his fingers through his hair again, tousling the dirty-blond strands.

Wade took a deep breath in an attempt to center himself. “So, um, you want to come in?”

“Only if I am invited,” Wanda replied. Great timing…just perfect. Her lucky sweater was failing her. She didn’t know just how long she would last in a room alone with Wade, especially like that. Hopefully, the dog would distract her a little, but that was very unlikely. “I don’t want to be a bother, really.”

She shifted her weight, trying to balance her wobbly legs. Why was she feeling like this? Perhaps she was running a little under the weather…maybe that was it. She hadn’t experienced feelings this strong for years. All she wanted to do was to touch him…

“Oh, yeah, no- I mean yeah-” He caught himself again. “Come on in.” He motioned for her to follow. “If you want, I mean. It’s cool.” He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs- If it keeps up like that, it’ll have to regenerate…! he thought.

“You wouldn’t be a bother. It’s fine- really it is.” He gently nudged the dog behind him again as the inquisitive muzzle poked out from between his legs. “No, dog, go away-” his face turned pink. “Sorry. Um. I can try to control him?”

Wanda set the plate of cookies on Wade’s dresser as she walked in. “I just hadn’t seen you for a while…wanted to make sure that nothing bad had happened and that I hadn’t scared you away or anything like that.”

She noticed how he was stuttering some; she really needed to learn to call ahead or something. Maybe she was just so used to Pietro being so quick and always ready to go somewhere that she just didn’t bother with formalities like that anymore.

I need to get out more.

Crouching down, she scratched behind the ears of the canine. “Don’t worry, he’s alright. I’m sure he’d just like to say hello.” Wanda looked up, smiling at those brown eyes again. “What have you been up to—other than uhm, being half naked?”

Wade flushed at the half-naked comment. “Um, not much, just-” Here he yanked a black t-shirt off of his bed and began to pull it on. “Just training. An’ missions- Fury sent me out on a few. Hence me not being around for a bit.” He smoothed his hands down the front of the black v-neck.

He cast his eyes around the room quickly- it was clean, surprisingly so for someone of his nature. The only things that made it seem like more than an ordinary room were the disassembled guns littering the desk and coffee table. In addition, a sleek metal box, almost like a briefcase, rested upon the edge of the desk.

Man, I have got to clean up.

Wade snapped his fingers, calling Kujo to him so he could tousle the fur on the dog’s head. “So what’ve you been up to?”

She stood back up, grinning, looking at Wade’s now covered body. The shirt fit him just right; accenting his muscles, tight, yet loose at the same time. It certainly wasn’t helping her already pounding hert.

“Baking, helping some students, thinking about you—-“

Wanda snapped her mouth shut. Did she really just say that? Or did she think it? She knew she had thought it, but it certainly sounded like she had actually audibly spoken it aloud. Her face flushing red, she bit her lip, attempting to move herself back towards the door, away from Wade’s probably look of confusion.

However, in her current state, she tripped over her feet, and she began to fall down towards the carpet.

Wade jumped forward the moment he saw her trip. His hands shot out- one hand landed on her upper arm, the other on her hip. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his heart, the poor organ set back into its stuttering beat from the sudden shock.

Slowly, he glanced up at her face. He suddenly found himself hyper-aware of everything around him- or at least, everything about Wanda. Curved hips, strong arms, ever-so-slightly-pouty lips…

No, Wade, no. No lingering. No touchy-feely. No no no. Bad. Bad touchy-feely. Classy chicks don’t dig touchy-feely.

He pulled her up to stand on her own two feet again before stepping back slightly. With a nervous cough, Wade rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry about that- yeah. Um. Sorry.”


Company || Wanda & Wade

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It wasn’t often that he was granted a day off- usually his duties as a SHIELD agent had him running around. Thankfully, none of that running around involved delivering paperwork or anything too dull like that. Now that Wade did have some free time, he wasn’t quite sure what  to do with it. I’ve trained enough… he thought. There’s got to be something to do. Oh! Right! Manhattan!  He grinned and busied himself in removing his suit, peeling off all the various components. He shimmied over to his closet and peered at the mirror on the door. Skin’s not too bad today, he observed, running his hands over his cheeks and chin. Could pass with regular clothes…! He reached into his closet and yanked out an assortment of pants and shirts. He quickly selected his outfit and began to dress himself. Wade had barely gotten his jeans up around his ankles when he heard the knock at his door.

Wanda stood outside the door, readjusting her long red sweater, nuzzling her face into the soft, warm fabric. It was beginning to get a little bit colder during the day, with autumn on its way. She loved it, honestly, able to get out her favorite clothes, like long sleeve dresses, sweaters, jumpers, and boots. Today, she had on her lucky sweater, pink leggings, old red chucks, and a pink scarf.

And the witch was certainly hoping for luck. She hadn’t heard from Wade in a while; and being her, she was terrified she had scared the mercenary away. In her hands, she held a plate of warm chocolate-chip cookies, over thirty of them. Inhaling the sweet air, she closed her eyes, thinking to herself, “Please be there.”

When the door did open, and her eyes opened along with it, her face turned redder than her sweater.

Wade cursed softly to himself as he yanked his jeans up and buttoned them hastily. In rushing, he nearly fell over one of his rifle cases, causing his previously-sleeping dog to awaken. Wade ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame the flyaways- the motion only did the opposite.

He kicked the rifle case under his bed in a swift motion and darted to the door. God, I hope they don’t think I’m a weirdo, he thought desperately. Kujo, Wade’s faithful canine companion, followed his master’s path to the door. Wade quickly yanked the door open, standing up a little straighter when he saw it was Wanda. Kujo nudged his way past Wade to eagerly sniff at the witch.

Oh my God, was the only thing Wade could think. I’m not even wearing a shirt.

Wanda was blushing—-so much so, she thought there was no way that there was enough blood flowing through the rest of her body for her to function, but her body was definetly working. She could feel her heart beat faster and faster as her green eyes looked at the perfectly sculpted man, his chest far more fantastic than any Greek statue she’d seen. She could feel several more things; emabarassment, suprise, shock, but most of all…she could feel lust.

Biting down on her lip, Wanda forced her eyes to look up at his hazel eyes, knowing that if she looked at his Adonis-like figure she might drop her cookies. Even then, she couldn’t get a break—-his hair was tussled in the way that looked like he’d just come from training. Oh god.

“W-Wade—-I, oh my goodness, I should come back later—-I’m so sorry—-” she sputtered.

He turned nearly as red as she did. Play it cool play it cool playitcoolplayitcool… “Hey! Wanda! You want to c- I mean- Oh Lord, Kujo, down!” He yanked at the dog’s collar, causing the canine to whine. “No, hush, get in there- I mean the dog- oh man…” He ran his fingers through his hair again, tousling the dirty-blond strands.

Wade took a deep breath in an attempt to center himself. “So, um, you want to come in?”

“Only if I am invited,” Wanda replied. Great timing…just perfect. Her lucky sweater was failing her. She didn’t know just how long she would last in a room alone with Wade, especially like that. Hopefully, the dog would distract her a little, but that was very unlikely. “I don’t want to be a bother, really.”

She shifted her weight, trying to balance her wobbly legs. Why was she feeling like this? Perhaps she was running a little under the weather…maybe that was it. She hadn’t experienced feelings this strong for years. All she wanted to do was to touch him…

"Oh, yeah, no- I mean yeah-" He caught himself again. "Come on in." He motioned for her to follow. "If you want, I mean. It’s cool." He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs- If it keeps up like that, it’ll have to regenerate…! he thought.

"You wouldn’t be a bother. It’s fine- really it is." He gently nudged the dog behind him again as the inquisitive muzzle poked out from between his legs. "No, dog, go away-" his face turned pink. "Sorry. Um. I can try to control him?"


Company || Wanda & Wade

misswandamaximoff:

justamercwithamouth:

misswandamaximoff:

justamercwithamouth:

It wasn’t often that he was granted a day off- usually his duties as a SHIELD agent had him running around. Thankfully, none of that running around involved delivering paperwork or anything too dull like that. Now that Wade did have some free time, he wasn’t quite sure what  to do with it. I’ve trained enough… he thought. There’s got to be something to do. Oh! Right! Manhattan!  He grinned and busied himself in removing his suit, peeling off all the various components. He shimmied over to his closet and peered at the mirror on the door. Skin’s not too bad today, he observed, running his hands over his cheeks and chin. Could pass with regular clothes…! He reached into his closet and yanked out an assortment of pants and shirts. He quickly selected his outfit and began to dress himself. Wade had barely gotten his jeans up around his ankles when he heard the knock at his door.

Wanda stood outside the door, readjusting her long red sweater, nuzzling her face into the soft, warm fabric. It was beginning to get a little bit colder during the day, with autumn on its way. She loved it, honestly, able to get out her favorite clothes, like long sleeve dresses, sweaters, jumpers, and boots. Today, she had on her lucky sweater, pink leggings, old red chucks, and a pink scarf.

And the witch was certainly hoping for luck. She hadn’t heard from Wade in a while; and being her, she was terrified she had scared the mercenary away. In her hands, she held a plate of warm chocolate-chip cookies, over thirty of them. Inhaling the sweet air, she closed her eyes, thinking to herself, “Please be there.”

When the door did open, and her eyes opened along with it, her face turned redder than her sweater.

Wade cursed softly to himself as he yanked his jeans up and buttoned them hastily. In rushing, he nearly fell over one of his rifle cases, causing his previously-sleeping dog to awaken. Wade ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame the flyaways- the motion only did the opposite.

He kicked the rifle case under his bed in a swift motion and darted to the door. God, I hope they don’t think I’m a weirdo, he thought desperately. Kujo, Wade’s faithful canine companion, followed his master’s path to the door. Wade quickly yanked the door open, standing up a little straighter when he saw it was Wanda. Kujo nudged his way past Wade to eagerly sniff at the witch.

Oh my God, was the only thing Wade could think. I’m not even wearing a shirt.

Wanda was blushing—-so much so, she thought there was no way that there was enough blood flowing through the rest of her body for her to function, but her body was definetly working. She could feel her heart beat faster and faster as her green eyes looked at the perfectly sculpted man, his chest far more fantastic than any Greek statue she’d seen. She could feel several more things; emabarassment, suprise, shock, but most of all…she could feel lust.

Biting down on her lip, Wanda forced her eyes to look up at his hazel eyes, knowing that if she looked at his Adonis-like figure she might drop her cookies. Even then, she couldn’t get a break—-his hair was tussled in the way that looked like he’d just come from training. Oh god.

“W-Wade—-I, oh my goodness, I should come back later—-I’m so sorry—-” she sputtered.

He turned nearly as red as she did. Play it cool play it cool playitcoolplayitcool… “Hey! Wanda! You want to c- I mean- Oh Lord, Kujo, down!” He yanked at the dog’s collar, causing the canine to whine. “No, hush, get in there- I mean the dog- oh man…” He ran his fingers through his hair again, tousling the dirty-blond strands.

Wade took a deep breath in an attempt to center himself. “So, um, you want to come in?”


Company || Wanda & Wade

misswandamaximoff:

justamercwithamouth:

It wasn’t often that he was granted a day off- usually his duties as a SHIELD agent had him running around. Thankfully, none of that running around involved delivering paperwork or anything too dull like that. Now that Wade did have some free time, he wasn’t quite sure what  to do with it. I’ve trained enough… he thought. There’s got to be something to do. Oh! Right! Manhattan!  He grinned and busied himself in removing his suit, peeling off all the various components. He shimmied over to his closet and peered at the mirror on the door. Skin’s not too bad today, he observed, running his hands over his cheeks and chin. Could pass with regular clothes…! He reached into his closet and yanked out an assortment of pants and shirts. He quickly selected his outfit and began to dress himself. Wade had barely gotten his jeans up around his ankles when he heard the knock at his door.

Wanda stood outside the door, readjusting her long red sweater, nuzzling her face into the soft, warm fabric. It was beginning to get a little bit colder during the day, with autumn on its way. She loved it, honestly, able to get out her favorite clothes, like long sleeve dresses, sweaters, jumpers, and boots. Today, she had on her lucky sweater, pink leggings, old red chucks, and a pink scarf.

And the witch was certainly hoping for luck. She hadn’t heard from Wade in a while; and being her, she was terrified she had scared the mercenary away. In her hands, she held a plate of warm chocolate-chip cookies, over thirty of them. Inhaling the sweet air, she closed her eyes, thinking to herself, “Please be there.”

When the door did open, and her eyes opened along with it, her face turned redder than her sweater.

Wade cursed softly to himself as he yanked his jeans up and buttoned them hastily. In rushing, he nearly fell over one of his rifle cases, causing his previously-sleeping dog to awaken. Wade ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame the flyaways- the motion only did the opposite.

He kicked the rifle case under his bed in a swift motion and darted to the door. God, I hope they don’t think I’m a weirdo, he thought desperately. Kujo, Wade’s faithful canine companion, followed his master’s path to the door. Wade quickly yanked the door open, standing up a little straighter when he saw it was Wanda. Kujo nudged his way past Wade to eagerly sniff at the witch.

Oh my God, was the only thing Wade could think. I’m not even wearing a shirt.


Company || Wanda & Wade

It wasn’t often that he was granted a day off- usually his duties as a SHIELD agent had him running around. Thankfully, none of that running around involved delivering paperwork or anything too dull like that. Now that Wade did have some free time, he wasn’t quite sure what  to do with it. I’ve trained enough… he thought. There’s got to be something to do. Oh! right! Manhattan!  He grinned and busied himself in removing his suit, peeling off all the various components. He shimmied over to his closet and peered at the mirror on the door. Skin’s not too bad today, he observed, running his hands over his cheeks and chin. Could pass with regular clothes…! He reached into his closet and yanked out an assortment of pants and shirts. He quickly selected his outfit and began to dress himself. Wade had barely gotten his jeans up around his ankles when he heard the knock at his door.


circeseesall:

everyone’s favorite mercenary!: Unhinged- Open, TSI

circeseesall:

justamercwithamouth:

He frowned. The first voice piped up in his head: She’s different, it murmured. Her voices are something else, aren’t they? The second voice made a noise of confirmation. Deadpool gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “Talk. Just talk. Sometimes it…

At his touch, the girl flinched slightly, knowing he wouldn’t hurt her but also knowing this wouldn’t help. It would never make the knowledge go away or be quiet or even no be as loud. And it kep on getting louder and louder as each week, each day and minute and second and nanosecond ticked by. It would never stop, never go away, never quiet down. Something akin to a sob left her lips, soft and raw and scared. All she wanted was for it to quiet down. The dark bags under her eyes seemed mire prominent with her eyes squeezed shut, her too thin frame shaking weakly.

He folded his legs under him and slid to the floor. He noted the way she flinched and he pulled back. “So, can you try telling me what started all this?” While waiting for her to respond, he noted the way she looked. Tired, he thought. She looks tired. The first voice in his head responded, And old. Impossibly old. The voice sounded a bit sad as it announced that observation. She’s very small, said the second voice. So very, very small.


Unhinged- Open, TSI

circeseesall:

justamercwithamouth:

He frowned. The first voice piped up in his head: She’s different, it murmured. Her voices are something else, aren’t they? The second voice made a noise of confirmation. Deadpool gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “Talk. Just talk. Sometimes it helps. Start with the basics- what’s your name? Where are you from?”

“Circe.” She managed to choke out before shutting her eyes, hands pulling at her hair and covering her ears, murmuring facts under her breath, trying to make it quiet. Quieter. It was never silent, never. The knowledge was always racing through her mind, always yelling and screaming at her.

“President Kennedy was the fastest random speaker in the world with upwards of 350 words per minute. The most common name in the world is Mohammed. The newspaper serving Frostbite Falls, Minnesota, the home of Rocky and Bullwinkle, is the Picayune Intellegence. The word “lethologica” describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.” She babbled, words descending into mumbles, desperate and pained.

Deadpool nodded slowly. It wasn’t just voices the kid had- it went much deeper than that. He tried to remember what Blind Al did for him when he always had the head problems, when the voices just couldn’t keep quiet and he himself couldn’t keep still. He tentatively reached out and placed his fingertips on Circe’s temples. He pressed ever so slightly- it usually worked to help calm him down. Now he could only hope it would help Circe.


Wild thing (Deadpool)

pleasetameme:

justamercwithamouth:

pleasetameme:

Fang waited nervously in the training rooms. Deadpool wasn’t technically a coach or a mentor but he had promised some help in the area of fighting. And since he had been fighting and learning how to fight with Lyra, he figured that it’d be all right with him too. Right? He certainly hoped so as he was anxious about this. he had seen what Wade could do and that made him a little less nervous about hitting the guy but it didn’t help him be less scared about the rage. He hated the feeling that came over him when the monster arrived.

HE stretched as he waited in the room, watching the sky outside the window. He perched on the windowsill for a moment, looking all the way down. It was strange to think how long he had been there, and how happy he still was. HE wondered how long that feeling would last and how long he would be able to hide the animal much longer.Then he finally heard the door open and he jumped a little, focusing right on the handle as it turned. He bit his lip and waved at the man. “You uh,said to meet here, right? Here I am.”

Deadpool poked his head around the doorway. “Oh, hey, kid!” He grinned and strode easily into the room. The boy seemed serious about this training- good. They couldn’t affored to be lax or frivolous- not with this level of training. He nodded at their surroundings- the room was equipped with thick matting and padding- excellent. They would need it. “Okay,” he said, stretching. “What exactly do you need work on?”

Fang took a moment to look at all the equipment surrounding him, the padded room, the thick matting. Interesting. Well, someone had been prepared for him. someone must have done their research. He wasn’t sure if he felt comforted or trapped by that knowledge that such lengths had been gone through just to keep him in. He cracked his knuckles and nodded at his trainer. This could be interesting. “What exactly? My anger. I want to release the beast and I want to know how to control him.”

He nodded slowly. “Okay,” he said, feeling his spine pop as he stretched. “Control. That’s a big one.” He stopped stretching and rolled his shoulders. “You wanna give your…let’s call it your ‘other guy,’ yeah? You want t’ give your ‘other guy’ some directives- make sure he doesn’t go nuts, right?” He gave the room one more quick once-over before twisting back to Fang. “Okay, bud- so what kinda stuff makes you angry?”