The tension between you and Wanda Maximoff was palpable from the start. She never seemed to like you, no matter how hard you tried. As Pietro’s girlfriend, you wanted to get along with his sister—family was important to him, after all. But Wanda? Wanda always seemed to keep her distance, her piercing gaze cutting through you whenever the three of you hung out.

She wasn’t outright rude, but her sharp remarks and cold demeanor were impossible to ignore. Pietro would laugh it off, claiming, “That’s just Wanda.” but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something deeper behind her animosity.

One evening, while Pietro was out running an errand, you found yourself alone in the Maximoff household with Wanda. The air between you was as chilly as ever, and you decided to retreat to the balcony, hoping to escape the awkward silence.

“Running away again?” Wanda’s voice came from behind you, laced with that familiar bite.

You sighed, gripping the railing. “I’m not running. I just don’t know what your problem is with me.”

Wanda appeared beside you, her arms crossed. “I don’t have a problem.”.

The silence stretched between you, heavy and charged. Wanda’s fingers drummed against the railing, her usual composure faltering. She looked like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Then, without warning, she turned to you, her green eyes intense. “You’re with Pietro,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Before you could process what was happening, Wanda closed the gap between you, her lips pressing against yours. It was a kiss filled with everything she’d been holding back—frustration, longing, and something deeper that you hadn’t seen until now.