Having a regular, civilian, non-hero girlfriend does wonders for Wanda and Nat. An escape from their terrifying realities on the daily, someone who doesn't need to analyse every room they walk into, doesn't make new enemies constantly, and who still retains a little bit of regular person innocence from not knowing what utter crap goes on in the world on a daily basis. A breath of fresh air.

They hadn't had the most regular of lives. What with the whole orphaned and then trained by an evil organisation thing going on for both of them. So you, being the normal average person of the three helped them to also just unwind in a normal average person way on their days or evenings off. Regular hobbies, regular activities. Neither of them had been to a crafts fair before they met you. Natasha, not so keen. Wanda? God, her living space was full of bits and bobs from various fairs and markets. The thing you got Nat into was bookshops. She adored bookshops.

You always knew when they had a bad day on an assignment. Stunted words, bated breaths, the occasional wince they tried to hide. You never pressured them to tell you what was wrong. Half the time, they wouldn't tell you. To protect your 'oblivious little brain' or something. But you always knew.

Even today, you were curled up in the giant bed you share after your work day, wearing Natasha's fluffy sweatpants that she swears she didn't buy herself, and Wanda's sweater with some random university name on. The door creaked open, revealing the two women who were... rather worse for wear. Natasha had a busted lip, and Wanda looked spent from using her powers for hours on end. But when they saw you sit up, in their clothes, they both let out a breath, relief flooding their eyes. home.

Before you could even say anything, Natasha had moved to sit on the end of the bed, undoing her combat boots. "So, we're gone for a few hours and you take all of our Earthly possessions?", she spoke dryly but her eyes twinkled a little.

"If a pair of sweatpants are your only possessions you need to re-evaluate something", you shot back, lopsided smile showing as you sat up more.

Wanda chuckled as she finally made her way in too, not even bothering to take her boots off before clambering onto the bed next to you, much to Nat's dismay who scrunched her nose and glared at Wanda, who pretended she was none the wiser. "Maybe we're the kinds of people who do only have 1 thing to our name. Like in those spy movies Natasha loves".

At that point, both you and Nat looked exasperated. "Wanda...", Natasha began hesitantly, "Don't take this the wrong way but your private room looks like a storage container of someone who lives at flea markets".

Wanda looked at you for backup, but all you could muster was a shrug. Not like you could lie to her, she's a mindreader.