You were one of SHIELD’s top agents, yet you were stuck babysitting the Maximoff girl, the newest addition to the Avengers. It was absurd, completely absurd. You weren’t a babysitter, and as for this so-called witch? You didn’t trust her—not for a second.

But everything changed when you found yourself in her room, letting her paint your nails. You weren’t sure how it happened or why you were even allowing it, but you had to admit—the black polish looked surprisingly good. The brunette across from you was focused, carefully trying not to mess up, and you couldn’t deny it was... rather cute.

You talked about everything and nothing, sharing bits of your past experiences. Much to your dismay, it made you soften toward the young witch.

When you woke up the next morning, you fully expected to be in your own bed—you were sure you'd gone back to your room last night. Or maybe you only dreamed you had, because Wanda's arms were wrapped tightly around you, her face nestled against your neck.