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“What will we say?” you ask your girlfriends of six weeks. Natasha lies on her back. You’re pressed close to her side, head resting on her shoulder. Wanda curls around you; her chest is pressed to your back with an arm wrapped around your waist. The three of you lay on the roof of the compound looking up at the night sky.
You’ve had the compound to yourselves for the past two months. The rest of the team being off on a lengthy mission.
A part of you expected to spend the two months as a permanent third wheel without the rest of the team there, but that lasted half a day. Really, you should have expected as much. You had been drawn to both of them from the moment you joined the team a year ago. Quickly you had bonded with the women and they became your close friends. But now, you were basically living alone with the world’s most perfect couple, and the rest of the team wasn’t here to act as a buffer when needed. However, it wasn’t awkward at all. The three of you instantly fell into a comfortable rhythm. There wasn’t a couple plus… you. It was just the three of you.
Two weeks into the two months, the two of them asked you to join their relationship.
The weeks since have been like a perfect dream. But unfortunately, that dream that is coming to a close. You had avoided the conversation as long as you could, but now it was inevitable. Tomorrow the rest of the team will be returning, and your momentary solace will end. When they left, Natasha and Wanda were in a relationship, engaged to each other, and you were very much single. Now, they are returning to the three of you as a trio. As much as you don’t want to admit it, the thought terrifies you.
“We can just tell them,” Natasha answers. Her hand tangles with yours.
“But what will they say?” you worry. You trust the team to be accepting, but fear still creeps in the back your head.
Poly relationships aren’t exactly common. That was the reason the three of you had danced around your feelings for so long. You had originally buried your feelings for the two of them. They were in a very committed relationship after all. You were convinced that pursuing the pair would lead to a mess that would leave you without two of your closest friends. You didn’t even know this was an option until the two of them approached you. When they kissed you, nothing had ever felt so right. Still, you have no idea how the team will react.
“What will they think? I mean… to them, you two have been together for years… you’re engaged, and all of a sudden I’m just an extra who came out of nowhere and-“
“Hey hey,” Wanda interrupts. She lifts her head, looking down at you tenderly, “detka, we talked about this…”
The two redheads had gotten engaged only a few weeks before you joined the team. The moment they saw you, you took their breath away. When they really got to know you, their feelings only grew. After months of quiet pining and a couple long conversations later, they had decided to pause their wedding plans to pursue you as a third member to their relationship.
Working up the courage to talk to you about their feelings proved to be much harder than they expected. Two months alone with you in the compound seemed like a sign from the universe that now is the right time. After you admitted feelings of your own, they knew they had made the right decision. You know the length of their relationship before they kissed you has no bearing on how much they care for you. They’ve spent hours reassuring you of that, but insecurities still take root in the back of your mind.
“No, I know, I know,” you’re quick to reassure Wanda. The Sokovian rests back on the blanket again, pressing her cheek to the back of your head. Her arm around your waist tightens, and the closeness calms you, “… I’m just saying…”
“So, we don’t tell them,” Wanda offers. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. That option doesn’t feel right either.
A part of you would be relieved not to face the reactions of your team yet. There’s another part of you that knows with complete certainty that this relationship is what you have been looking for your entire life. How can you possibly keep that a secret?
Silence stretches between the three of you. Your breathing lines up. It’s the kind of unity the three of you found in your weeks of privacy. The way you just meld together seamlessly.
Natasha is the one to break the silence, “…I get it...” You look up to her, silently asking her to ellaborate, “this thing we have is still new… Don’t get me wrong! It’s amazing… and beautiful and waaayyy long overdue…”
The last part pulls a big hum of agreement from Wanda, and you chuckle at the two of them.
“…but its new. We’re still figuring it out ourselves. The thought of someone else ruining it before its really began is scary.” You nod against her shoulder. She presses a kiss to your head, “We don’t have to say anything yet, not until we’re ready.”
There’s relief in knowing that you aren’t the only one worried about the team’s reaction. You lean up, grabbing her lips in a kiss. After a moment, a whine escapes Wanda’s lips. The sound makes you chuckle, and you’re forced to break the kiss with Nat. You turn to find the most pitiful pout on the Sokovian’s face. You roll your eyes before kissing her already puckered lips. The kiss is slow and gentle. When you break the kiss, she bumps her nose against your cheek. The three of you settle back into each other.
“For now…” Wanda grins, but you can’t see it, “we get to keep you all to ourselves.” At the last word, she begins tickling you. Nat joins in. Their fingers dance along your sides, as you thrash between them. After making you beg, they finally relent. You rest against each other again. Your girlfriends both press a kiss to your head.
You relish this time with your girlfriends while you can. Keeping your relationship a secret wasn’t ideal, but you know the three of you will figure it out together.
~We keep behind closed doors.~
You walk into the common area to grab something to eat before you begin mission prep. Your eyes immediately find Wanda cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Last week you would have gone to her, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind, burying your face into her neck. But that was last week before there were more eyes than just yours around. The rest of the team returned to the compound three days ago, and you are still struggling to adjust. Not able to reach out for your girlfriends the same way you could when you three were here alone.
You survey the room. Sam sits at a table, tinkering with Red Wing. Yelena and Kate sit at another table working on mission reports. With a sigh, you go to pour yourself a cup coffee. Mug in hand, you lean against the counter next to Wanda, sure to leave an appropriate amount of distance to be considered friends. “Morning,” you smile as you bring your cup to your lips.
She turns to you with a large smile, “Good morning” *detka* you hear her add the name silently in your mind, and it makes you smile wider. “What are you up to today?”
“Mission prep this morning,” you say, and you don’t miss the way the corners of her mouth turn down at the statement. You leave tomorrow morning. This was your first mission without one of them since you’ve been together, and neither of your girlfriends are happy about it, especially it being a solo mission. You continue with your plans for the day, hoping to distract her, “then I’m training with Nat before lunch. This afternoon, I’m supposed to meet Tony in the lab. Then of course there’s movie night tonight. You’ll be there right?”
“Of course,” she looks up for a moment to smile at you, before continuing her task. You stay there, content to watch her cook. A loose strand of hair falls into her face, and you fight the urge to tuck it behind her ear. To say you’re mesmerized is an understatement. You clear your throat to grab her attention. Then, you think loud enough for her to hear, *you look beautiful today, baby.* You smirk as a blush fills her cheeks.
Just then Steve and Natasha enter the kitchen, back from their morning run. The widow’s gaze instantly land on the two of you in the kitchen, both her girls in the same place. She makes her way over. She greets Wanda first. “Hello moya lyubov,” she wraps her arms around the younger woman, pulling her chin in for a quick kiss. You look away from the moment too private to be witnessed by a “friend”. You try to hide the frown of wanting a good morning kiss too. You know that keeping your relationship a secret was the right move, but that didn’t make it sting any less. “Good morning y/n,” Natasha’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. You look up to find the Russian looking at you with nothing short of adoration. Wanda continues cooking, this moment a private one of your own for just you and Natasha.
The look in her green eyes has the corners of your lips turning up in a smile, “good morning. Are we still on for training later today?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
~Every time I see you, I die a little more.~
In your defense, you did start off training. Sparring with Natasha. It was the third go when she caught you in a hold with your back held tightly to her front. You try to twist out of her grip to no avail. After two more attempts, you know that she has won this round. ‘If you can’t beat them…’ you think as you push your hips back, devilishly rubbing yourself against her center.
In an instant, she turns you attaching her lips to your neck. Training in one of the spare gyms gives her confidence. Its smaller than the gym reserved for the Avengers that you typically use, but, that gym is open to the entire team at all times. You two had witnessed firsthand two days ago the danger of training in such a public place. You were nearly caught several times, by wayward glances and surprise entrances.
Glancing to the door, your hesitation lasts for less than a moment. You drag her face up to yours, grabbing her lips with your own. You moan into her mouth, finally getting to kiss her. You’ve had increasingly less chances to do so since the rest of the team returned. You’ve missed this, and the grip she has on your hips makes you believe she has too.
Neither of you are paying attention when the door to the gym slides open. Like the snap of a rubber band, the two of you separate. Natasha walks to the edge of the sparring mat, nonchalantly reaching for her water bottle like she is taking a swig between sparring rounds. Taken by surprise, you do the only thing that comes to mind. You turn away from her and whoever just walked in the door, doubling over in faux pain, “God Nat, that one hurt. Ever heard of pulling your punches while you spar?”
“Cute.”
You turn around quickly to find Wanda standing in the doorway. She sports an unimpressed, but ultimately amused smirk, “nice save.” You sag in relief, glancing over at Nat who wears a similar look of relief. Though she quickly smiles, shaking her head at your antics. After an awkward moment of the three of you standing in silence, Wanda taunts the two of you, “oh please, don’t stop on my behalf.”
You roll your eyes and turn back to your Sokovian girlfriend, “you come to join in?”
Wanda shakes her head. “No,” making her way into the gym, she leans against the wall, “I just came to enjoy the view.” She waves her hand. A red mist appears by the door, locking it to anyone from the outside. The satisfied look on her face makes you chuckle, and Nat is on you instantly, reattaching herself to your neck. Your eyes close at the feeling, all you hear is your heart pounding in your ears and Wanda’s giggles from the other side of the room.
~Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls.~
Everyone is gathered in the living room, and by everyone you mean everyone. Team wide movie night was not an activity to be taken lightly. You barely all fit into the room, but you do fit. Every member of the team scattered across couches, chairs and the floor, huddled around the same large screen Tony had installed for this purpose.
Since you were leaving on a solo mission in the morning, everyone agreed to let you pick the first movie. Of course, you pick y/f/m. You settle on the floor between Yelena and Peter, adding your own commentary and jokes all throughout the movie.
About half way through the movie, you can feel eyes on you. Slowly, you take a peak at the rest of the group, until your eyes fall on the couch on the complete opposite side of the room. You lock eyes with two particular red heads across the room. Everyone else is engrossed in your movie selection, but they only have eyes for you.
Of course, they aren’t paying attention to the movie. They’ve seen it, a few times actually, during your time alone in the compound. They know the story, the characters, the plot. Tonight, they’d much rather watch you as your face lights up at your favorite lines or the smile you crack when you make the same jokes they’ve heard. Smiling in adoration, they just soak up the sound of your laugh and the feel of your joy from a far.
When your eyes meet theirs and they know they are caught, they only smile wider. Wanda scrunches her nose, and Natasha winks at you: a silent hello from each.
You have to duck your head to hide the blush and smile creeping across your face.
You look at them once more, and you try to ignore the ache in your chest. Seeing them curled up on the couch together, sharing a blanket, practically sitting in each other’s laps. Everything in you screams to go join them. That’s your spot right? …next to them?
You feel the itch of tears gathering in your eyes, so you turn you attention back to the movie, praying to any god above that no one, especially your girlfriends, notices the shift in your demeanor.
~It’ll never be enough.~
“Call us whenever you get a chance,” Natasha requests… again.
“I will,” you reassure her… again. “Jeez, you’re acting like this is some long scary deep-undercover mission,” you try to lighten the mood.
The quinjet is wheels up in ten minutes, and your girlfriends have pulled you into their room for one last goodbye before you go.
“It’s barely a week,” you repeat, “I’ll be back before you have a chance to miss me.”
Wanda cups your cheek with her hand, “we miss you already.” The sincerity in her eyes wipes away any smart ass remark you could make. You lean forward to kiss away the concern on her face.
“I’ll be careful,” you rest your forehead on the Sokovian’s. You try to catch her eyes, but she keeps them screwed shut. Like if she doesn’t open them, then you won’t go. You turn your head to Natasha who has attached herself to your side, “I promise.” You lean in to capture her lips in a last kiss. When you pull back, they wrap you in a hug so tight, it feels like they are trying to memorize the way you fit perfectly between them.
You can’t help but think that this is where you belong.
~Its obvious you’re meant for me.~
~Every piece of you it just fits perfectly.~
You return a day early, working a little faster so you could get back to your girls.
You descend the steps to the laundry room. There’s a basket full of mission clothes tucked under your arm, but you could care less about laundry at the moment. The real reason you ventured here is already at the bottom of the steps.
Your curiosity peaks at the music that fills the air. It’s normally silent down here. You round the corner, and then you see her.
You knew you would; Friday said you would find her down here. You still revel in the sight: Wanda, all by herself, dancing slightly to the beat as she folds laundry. The piece of clothing she’s holding looks odd against the rest of her and Nat’s clothes. Its familiar and you tilt your head slightly. You can’t stop the question from escaping your mouth, “is that my sweatshirt?”
The sokovian completely freezes, except her head which turns to you rapidly. Her wide eyes take you in, “Y/n?” Her jaw drops open. The garment falls from her hands completely forgotten. You barely have enough time to drop your basket before she launches herself into you. “You’re back!” she exclaims, throwing her arms around your shoulders, clutching you to her chest.
All you can do is laugh and hold her, “I’m back.” You stay there, breathing in her scent as she buries herself into your neck. When her grip does start to loosen, you pull back to kiss her. Its starts as a simple hello kiss, but she quickly pulls you in to deepen it. When she swipes her tongue against your lip, you open your mouth. You allow her this moment. You know full well that if the roles were reversed you would need the same. She takes her time, exploring your mouth like she’s missed the past five days, not stopping until the need to breathe is too much for the both of you.
Your girlfriend sighs, holding you close to her, foreheads resting together. “Does Nat know?” she asks.
You nod, “she met me in medical.” At that, Wanda pulls away from you. She opens her eyes to fully take you in, scanning you for injuries. That’s when she notices the cut and stitches right at your hairline. You see the moment her eyebrows knit further together, but you stop her. “It’s nothing, baby,” you smile and kiss away the frown on her lips, “I’m fine, I promise.” You kiss her twice more.
Wanda eyes the injury once more before she sighs and nods, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” you bump her nose with yours, a playful glint in your eyes, “those were some pretty sweet dance moves.”
The redhead rolls her eyes and tries to push you away.
“No seriously,” you stop her, holding her close as you begin to sway to the music that’s still playing through the speakers, “how’d that go again?”
It takes another minute of coaxing, but eventually you get Wanda dancing. The two of you twist and twirl around the room. Its complete bliss to be in each other’s presence again without a care in the world. It reminds you of the simple three weeks you had alone without the prying of outside eyes. The upbeat song fades and a slower melody takes its place. You grab Wanda’s hand twirling her away from you, before pulling her back. Your arm wraps around her waist. Together you sway side to side.
Standing chest to chest, you stare into each other’s eyes, “you didn’t answer my question.” She tilts her head in confusion. You chuckle, “is that my sweatshirt?”
Wanda’s cheeks flush instantly, and she ducks in slight embarrassment. “It smelled like you.” Your heart melts, and you bring her in to kiss you again.
The kiss lasts only a few seconds, before the sound of footsteps on the stairs has you pulling from each other.
Wanda returns to the forgotten piece of clothing she was folding when you entered. You retrieve your own basket of clothes forgotten at the bottom of the steps.
As you grab it, you glance up to see Clint pause halfway down, a bag of laundry thrown over his shoulder. You ignore the quirk of his eyebrow. “Hey Clint,” you turn and make your way to an open washing machine.
“Hey y/n,” he makes his way down the stairs and enters, assessing the room immediately. You desperately try to calm your pacing heart and act normal. You’re sure that you’re caught when you feel the archer’s eyes on you. You chance a glimpse at Wanda. She looks as composed as ever… almost like nothing even happened.
~Every second, every thought I’m in so deep,~
“Had enough yet?” you taunt Nat as you have her pinned faced down on the sparring mat. It’s the first time you’ve trained together since returning from your mission. You’ve been cleared by Dr Cho weeks ago, but Natasha still refused to spar until today. She’s been going easy on you the whole time. It was cute at first, but now you just want a real fight. So, you’ve resorted to antagonizing it out of her.
Apparently, it’s working.
With one swipe of her foot, she breaks out of your grasp. In an instant, your back hits the ground. Your girlfriend is practically straddling you. One knee digs into your hip, her other leg holds yours at uncomfortable angle. Your right arm is twisted and trapped between your back and the mat. Natasha holds your left wrist tightly above your head. Her other hand grabs your throat. “This better?” she hovers above you. Mockingly, she looks down with a satisfied smirk, “this what you wanted? To lose?”
“I don’t know,” you confidently lift your head closer to her, “you on top of me feels an awful lot like a win.” You watch her pupils blow wide open with lust. She looks like she is about to devour you when the sound of the door opening stops you both. Only you can hear the quiet growl that she emits.
For a moment, you return to sparring. You try to break out of the hold, but instantly know it’s no use. You tap the mat, and Nat releases you from the hold. She stands offering you a hand, and you allow her to pull you to your feet.
Turning, you find Yelena entering the gym, eyeing the two of you. “There you are, sestra,” the blonde barely spares you a glance, “y/n y/l/n.” You nod in her direction, trying to hide your confusion at the sudden cold shoulder from one of your closest friends.
If Nat picks up on it, she doesn’t show it, “here I am. What’s up?” You take this opportunity to let out some frustration on a punching bag while your girlfriend and her sister speak.
“I’m taking Kate out for dinner tonight,” the younger woman says, “I thought you and Wanda could join. It would be like a… what is it called? A… duo dinner… thing…”
“A double date?” the redhead asks.
The blonde throws a hand up, “yes! That! A double date!”
“Tonight?” Natasha’s eyes flick over to you to see if you had heard any of that. When your eyes meet, she knows that you did. You can see the hesitation in her expression. She’s gaging your reaction knowing the two of you and Wanda already had plans to spend the evening together.
You had planned the entire date, not telling them where you were going or what you were doing. It’s the first real date you’ve been able to go on in weeks. Between missions and training, there hasn’t really been a chance for all three of you to sneak out of the compound at the same time. To say you were looking forward to it is an understatement.
“I already have plans tonight, Lena,” the older sister tries to object.
Yelena throws her heads back and lets out a groan, “No! What plans??” She waits, but doesn’t get an answer. She steps closer to her sister, “just cancel, please sestra. I need you there. Our last date was a disaster, I need you and Witchy as a buffer just in case I put my foot in my mouth.”
Nat throws another look your way. You both know that Yelena isn’t gonna let this go. You sigh and put on your best smile, ‘Its ok’ you mouth. Silently giving her permission to say yes. The redhead’s usual cool expression slips for less than a second; in that moment, guilt drips from her face.
As quick as it appears, its gone again, but not before Yelena notices the shift in her sister’s attention. She glances over her shoulder, but you’ve already returned to attacking the punching bag. The younger widow turns back to her sister who’s composed expression is back in place, “come on, Tasha, please.”
The older woman rolls her eyes and shakes her head playfully, “What time?”
You continue your assault on the punching bag while the two sisters continue to talk on the other side of the gym. Your hands begin to hurt from the force you’re putting behind your punches. You know they’ll be bruised tomorrow. You’re not mad at Natasha. It’s not her fault, and you told her it was ok. Hell, you’re not even mad at Yelena for wrecking the date you have been planning for two weeks. You’re just frustrated at the whole situation. This wouldn’t be an issue if you could just accompany your girlfriends on this double date, but that’s not an option.
Five minutes later, the two widows have discussed all the details of the evening. Yelena runs out of the gym to begin getting ready for the date, barely waving goodbye to you as she leaves. The moment the door closes behind her, Natasha makes her way over to you. “I’m so sorry, Malyshka,” she stands behind the punching bag, holding it still while you continue to take swings. When you don’t say anything, she speaks quickly, “look, we don’t have to go.”
You laugh, “yes, you do.” You stop your work out and look up at her, “you just told Yelena you would go.”
“I can cancel. I’ll tell her Wanda is sick,” she counters, “we can still go on our date.”
You raise an eye brow at her, “and when she sees both of you walking out of the compound later tonight?” The red head opens her mouth to argue, but you stop her. “Hey babe, look at me. Its ok. I promise, its fine,” you reach out for her hands. You try to muster the most reassuring smile you can, despite the disappointment you feel. You were really looking forward to tonight, but you hate the sad look on Nat’s face. You can’t bear to add to the guilt she is feeling. “We can go on our date another night, and it will be just as perfect,” you shrug. You bring her hands to your lips and kiss them in a way that you hope is reassuring.
“Are you sure?”
You roll your eyes now, “yes babe, I’m sure.” You lean forward to kiss her gently, doing all you can to convince her its ok. You pull back, but leave your foreheads together. “Now,” you look at your girlfriend and wait for her to open her eyes. When she meets your gaze, you smirk playfully. Quickly you turn her towards the door, “go tell Wanda, so the two of you can get ready for your date.”
She doesn’t budge.
“Go,” you slap her ass, “have fun. I’ll be here when you get back.”
That makes her move. The widow jumps and makes her way to the door, “ok, ok. Can we come see you later tonight?” She looks back you one more time with a smile, “we’ll bring you dessert.”
You throw her a mischievous wink, “you are dessert.”
~But I’ll never show it on my face.~
Once she’s gone, you drop the facade. Your smile falls, and you clench your jaw. You focus back on the punching bag, and you don’t even try to pull your punches. Letting out the frustration with each hit. You don’t register the pain until you see red smearing on the surface of the bag. You pause, looking down to find your knuckles split and bloody.
“Shit.”
On your way to medical to have Cho take a look at your torn knuckles, the sound of your girlfriends’ voices stop you in your tracks. Their whispering is hushed, and you know you should probably not be listening in on their private moment. Still, you listen silently from around the corner.
“No.”
“Moya lyubov-“
“No Nat,” Wanda insists, “we’re not doing that.”
The widow tries to reason with her, “Malyshka, its already arranged. It’s been decided.”
“I don’t care. I’m deciding. I am not going.” Wanda stands her ground, “We haven’t gone out all together in almost a month. I am not canceling the date with y/n to go on one without her.”
“Wan, y/n already canceled our date.”
The younger woman pauses, “why?” You wince at the hurt in her voice.
“She was there when Yelena asked me. I couldn’t say no to Lena without telling her why we couldn’t go, so y/n told me to say yes,” Nat’s voice is laced with defeat. She wraps her fiancé in a hug to soothe her, “I told y/n we’d bring something home for her. We’ll go see her when we get back and spend all day tomorrow making it up to her.” She presses a kiss to the other woman’s head, “I don’t like it either, but this is how it is right now…..” Natasha releases a long sigh, “We need to get ready to go.”
Wanda’s shoulders slump and her voice breaks, “I don’t want to.”
At that, you decide you’ve heard enough. You turn and continue your trek to medical swallowing the lump in your throat. Fighting tears the whole way.
~But we know this. We got a love that is homeless.~