Look What You Made Me Do (MCU Wanda-SI/OC)

Allure

"Did you see this, by the way?" I asked, flicking my phone toward the conference room's wall screen. The images that had been open on the OLED display were immediately tabbed to the side, the interface making room for the video I'd lined up—footage showing the flaming wreck that was the top of Avengers Tower, during the first fight we'd had with Eliza. It had been taken from inside an adjacent building, the angle low and looking upwards.

High in the initial shot was Veronica, the Hulkbuster's service platform. There was a flicker of red above the machine and a small figure dropped out onto it. A moment later, more faint traces of red lit up along the platform and the figure jumped off, miming a throwing motion that ripped Veronica out of the air and sent it smashing into the top of the Tower. Though the impact couldn't be seen from this angle, the window the video was being shot through cracked, white spiderwebs fracturing across it.

"Yeah," Maria said with a small nod. "That's one of the clearest bits of public footage of that incident."

"Yeah, but have you seen this?" I flicked my phone again. This particular image was on a lot of websites, but I'd chosen a Reddit post—that had fifty-six thousand upvotes, by the way—for ease of use. A tap caused the image that had been shared to expand to fill the screen.

"What—… Oh."

The picture was a zoomed-in freeze frame that I was pretty sure had been digitally cleaned up somehow, given how clear it looked. It captured a moment just after I'd jumped from the service platform, the motion of me dropping toward the Tower causing the loose, red dress I was wearing to billow out.

Maria frowned, her mouth compressed into a thin line as she absorbed what was in front of us. "…You weren't wearing underwear during that fight?" she asked eventually.

"I was!" I whined. "They're flesh-coloured!"

The angle of the shot meant that you couldn't actually see anything but my ass—this was the clearest frame from the video, and none of the others showed anything more—but it definitely at least looked like I wasn't wearing anything under the dress.

"That video's been circulating for a while," Nat pointed out.

"Yeah," Maria replied, a terse note in her voice. She shot me an apologetic look. "Sorry, Wanda. I can look into it, but I really don't think we'll be able to get this off the internet in any meaningful way."

"Oh. That's okay. I mean, I don't actually care that much." I shrugged. "I was more worried about it from a, I dunno, 'your job' perspective. But I'm fine. It doesn't bother me at all."

"Okay, well, thanks for bringing it up. We'll do some checks and make sure this is the worst of it."

"So, uh, given I'm a celebrity now, should we… just decide when and how my nudes get out there? Get ahead of any more accidents, or the paparazzi?"

"What?" Maria did a bit of a double-take. "No! What?"

Natasha, on the other hand, leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Maria looked back and forth between the two of us, a dubious expression on her face. "Nat?"

"I mean…" Natasha started slowly. She scrunched her nose, making a little bit of a face. "Maybe it's not the worst idea? Wanda isn't exactly careful about this sort of thing. Something worse than this is bound to get out there eventually. The entire team has seen her basically naked at this point, after all. You included. If we do something deliberate—an actual publication or even a controlled 'leak' of something that's titillating but not too big a deal—it'll help blunt the impact of any surprises that come up later."

Maria bit her lip. "I mean, yes, but…"

"Allure asked me if I wanted to do a shoot for their annual naked issue this year," Nat noted. "We declined, obviously, but Wanda might be interested for next year's? It's tasteful enough. I think they'd probably deciding who to reach out to about now."

"…Wanda?"

"I mean, in concept, yeah, but a photoshoot feels like a lot of extra planning and work? I wouldn't mind a controlled leak, if that's easier. I mean, I already have a lot of nudes. Like… so many. Videos, too."

"She does," Nat agreed, completely deadpan. "She sends me a lot."

I offered my unlocked phone to Maria. "I absolutely don't mind you going through them to see if there's anything we can work with. Plus, uh, who knows…?" A cheeky smile twitched the corner of my lips. "Maybe you'll see something you like?"

Maria looked at the phone in my hand for a few moments of silence, then stood up without taking it. "Fine," she muttered. "I'll call Allure."

--

A Series of Snapchat Stories That Got Nearly 10 Million Total Impressions

1:

Wanda Maximoff is recording, selfie-style, using her phone. A semi-opaque bar with white text reading 'I'm going to drink his orange juice' is across the screen, about a third of the way from the bottom. A kitchen is visible in the background. "I love being able to make portals, because this is Steve Rogers' apartment. He's not here—", the camera darts in closer to Wanda's face, "—but I am. Hi Steve, I'm in your apartment."

2:

The camera cuts to a view of a small Christmassy elf, sitting on a shelf, holding a blackboard with a piece of chalk dangling from it, '89 days till Xmas' written on it. "It is not 89 days until Christmas," Wanda says.

3:

Wanda's holding up a plate with one hand, recording with the other, as she spins lazily in a circle. The bar across this one reads: 'This is MY plate'. "I baked cookies like a month ago and gave Steve a plate of them. He still hasn't given it back. I'm taking it."

4:

"He has so many sponges, you guys." Wanda laughs, holding up a bulk pack of sponges. "Holy shit." The sponges are unceremoniously dropped off screen again. "Ooh, and we have a cactus," she says, holding up a small ceramic pot with a tiny cactus plant in it, "in the corner of the kitchen, where it gets no light. Perfect place for a cact—" the video cuts off, having reached the maximum length.

5:

This time, Wanda's disembodied hand holds a copy of A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas. "He's halfway through reading this. Somebody message me and let me know if it's any good."

6:

Wanda's put the phone down on the kitchen counter, propped up, and visibly pulls her legs up into the shot while she sits in front of it. She's wearing pants. "Now I'm just gonna spin on his counter." She uses her hands to push off, lifting her legs into the air as she spins on her butt several times, like a top, until the video finishes.

--

On the Fucking Ceiling

I walked out into the common area of the Avengers compound, lost in thought. Bucky and I were going out tonight, but it was only four in the afternoon, so I had some time to kill. Maybe I could just—

"Oh, hey Wanda!"

I shrieked, flinching backwards and instinctively drawing magic to my palms, heart suddenly pounding in my chest.

Peter was sitting on the ceiling. Just… sitting there. Casually. Upside-down. I hadn't seen him at all when I'd walked in.

I stared at him, letting the red fade from my hands. "Jesus Christ, Peter! Don't do that! Why are you on the ceiling? Why are you so quiet?"

The kid at least had the decency to look a little sheepish. "Sorry, I was just on my phone," he said, holding up the device as if that was some sort of actual explanation.

I flailed a hand in an annoyed gesture. "On the ceiling?"

"Oh! Yeah, sorry. Um, Mr Barton told me that the fact that I can walk on walls and stuff so easily is a pretty massive tactical advantage, because most people aren't used to looking up."

"…Okay?"

"So he suggested I do it more often just casually, as practice. You know, sorta train myself to approach from unexpected angles without even needing to think about it."

I took a deep breath, held it for a beat, then let it out slowly. "Okay. So. On the one hand, that actually makes a lot of sense as a training thing, so I am not going to go find Clint and put him on the ceiling," I told him. "But, on the other hand, do not fucking do that in the common room or you are going to give someone an actual heart attack."

"Sorry."

"It's fine, just..." I hesitated for a moment, then I flexed my magic again, wisps of red flaring in my palms for a moment as I lifted off the floor and did a lazy somersault, reorienting my personal frame of reference so that 'down' was pointed toward the ceiling. I sat down next to Peter. "Fuck it. I have some time to kill, if you wanna hang out for a bit?"

(Sam, complaining later: "On the ceiling. I walk in to get a snack. They're on the ceiling. I hate this place sometimes.")

--

Get Some

It was a busy weekend for most of the Avengers, mostly dealing with the United Nations and Charter-related issues. Accordingly, I’d been voluntold to help the team out by running Peter through some training drills. It wasn’t just me, of course—Sam and Nat were here, too, though none of us had actually discussed what sort of training we’d be running the kid through just yet.

I picked up one of the nonlethal training rifles, turning it over in my hands while I waited for the others to finished prepping themselves. Despite the fact that it shot little zappy things instead of bullets, it still felt like a real one. I did a quick visual inspection, then shouldered the buttstock to check the sights. I’d never actually fired one of these things before. I knew they simulated recoil, but I wondered how realistic it felt.

Off to the side, Sam paused in the middle of shrugging into his flight harness to watch me carefully. “Does anyone else not like the idea of Wanda having a gun?”

I lowered the rifle, shooting him a Look. “I was trained by HYDRA, Sam. I know how to handle a gun.”

“I know,” he said, frowning. “It’s just weird and I don’t like it—something about it is just… upsetting. On a visceral level.”

Peter shrugged, still holding his mask in one hand. “Sure, but, um, I can already dodge Mr Barton and Mr Barnes pretty reliably, so I don’t think—”

I turned the power of my Look onto Peter and he quieted. An idea sparked in my mind, and I threw a quick glance back at Sam. “You wanna see something even more viscerally upsetting?”

“Uh, no?”

I rolled my eyes, hefting the rifle again. “How many of these things do we have?”

“I think a full dozen of them, so these three plus nine more in the armoury.”

“Can you get the rest, please?”

Sam stared at me. “…Why?”

“And any other nonlethal guns we have.” As I spoke, I summoned wisps of magic, lifting the rifle out of my hands and settling it into position above my head.

—Fifteen minutes later—

“Get some!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, my hands balled into fists out to either side. “Get some!”

The twenty guns hovering above me swung around like an impromptu anti-air battery, painting the air in a blind spray of sizzling electric bolts.

“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!” Peter and Sam yelled in response, both weaving desperately through the field of projectiles.

—Fifteen minutes later—

“Okay, well, that was actually terrifying,” Sam said.

I waved a hand dismissively. “I barely even hit you guys, though. It’s fun, but super hard to aim. Anyway. Ready for round two? I wanna see if I can use magic to curve the shots.”

Peter looked at me like I’d kicked a puppy.

--

Yes, This One is Basically Just A Quote From Sword Art Online Abridged, Deal With It

Tony stared wide-eyed for a moment, then looked back and forth between me and the wreck a few times. “Why would you do that?” he asked. “That was my baby. Would you do that to someone else’s baby?”

“…Would I slam a ton of metal into a baby as hard as I could to test its durability?” I had to fight to control my expression, trying not to laugh. “No, that’s not something I would typically do.”

--

I Couldn't Stop Thinking About The Fact That Daredevil: Born Again Season 2 Heavily Implies Matt Murdock Has a Foot Fetish

Maria shot Wanda a Look as the other woman sat down across from her at the conference table.

The redhead gave her an unconcerned smile in return. "You know, I feel like a lot of these meetings could have just been emails," she joked.

Maria suppressed a sigh. "There are some things that I'd really rather not put in writing if I don't have to," she said, trying not to sound too annoyed. The woman really had no idea how to interact with the public sphere as a celebrity, and it was only a matter of time before she made a major misstep and they were going to have to perform some actual, rapid damage control. "I just wanted to be really clear before we do anything: Those photos you posted on Instagram yesterday were intentionally shared to provoke a specific reaction, correct?"

Wanda laughed. "Caught me, huh?" She leaned forward in her chair, suddenly looking completely serious. "Did you know there was practically nothing," she tapped the wooden table with a fingernail as she said the word, "on my Wikifeet page? A great injustice has been corrected. Four point nine five stars with a thousand ratings already, baby! In a day. That's basically super-viral, as far as Wikifeet is concerned."

Maria didn't bother suppressing the sigh, this time. "Why?" she asked plainly.

"I mean… Well, to be honest, feet aren't really my thing. Like, at all. But, also, I may know someone—very intimately—who happens to actually be really, really into them. And it was kinda nice, actually, in a weird way. Weird, but nice. And he said some things that I felt warranted third-party confirmation, so I Googled to see if there was any commentary online. But there wasn't. So…"

"So you deliberately manufactured some content to provoke it?"

"There is nothing wrong with those photos," Wanda asserted.

Maria didn't respond right away. It pained her to admit it, but Wanda had at least done a reasonably good job of achieving her goals. The photos weren't explicitly 'of her feet', the specifics of the shots cloaking her intent in a shield of reasonable doubt, so she'd deftly avoided any public perception that she was deliberately posting content for foot fetishists. It was just if you knew Wanda, on a personal level…

When she didn't reply, Wanda continued. "And, I mean, this is at least a lot better than the nudes idea, right?"

Reluctantly, Maria nodded. "Yeah. It's… fine. Like I said, I just wanted to confirm your intentions."

"Cool, so we're done?"

Maria gave another tired nod. Wanda was exhausting to wrangle. Things had been a lot easier when she'd been avoiding the spotlight.

"Cool! I'll catch you around, then." Wanda stood back up, fishing her sling ring out of her pocket.

Maria watched as the witch gestured, thin tendrils of red magic stretching into a portal. On the other side was the training centre. Bucky Barnes was there, sitting on one of the side benches, drinking from a water bottle. He perked up when he saw Wanda, standing and letting her draw him into an embrace as she stepped through—he was a little awkward, obviously self-conscious about the sweat stains on his training gear.

She tried not to pull a face as the portal closed behind Wanda... she just knew she was going to be a little bit self-conscious about her feet around Bucky from now on, which was a little annoying. Maria wasn't the type to judge, of course—she had some rather niche interests, herself, and those in glass houses…—but now Bucky was yet another Avenger she knew far too much about the sexual preferences of…

--

Sleep Alone

Natasha was sitting on the couch in her apartment, legs tucked up underneath her, her work tablet in her lap as she read through the latest round of UN queries about the Avengers Charter.

Quiet footsteps came up the hall, pausing by the side of the couch. Nat glanced up at Wanda. “Hey,” she greeted her quietly.

Her girlfriend still looked half-asleep, her hair flattened on one side, an unhappy expression on her face. “So we’re sleeping alone tonight?”

“Hm? We’re not sleeping alone. You fell asleep.”

“And you left me alone,” Wanda said, pouting.

Natasha smiled. “Yeah, but I wasn’t sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You know what that means you do?”

“What?”

“You put yourself to sleep.”

“If you’re asleep, I need to be asleep?”

“Yes. That’s how it works. And PS?” Wanda folded her arms, exaggeratedly grumpy. “We’re in a fight now.”

Natasha let out an exasperated chuckle.

Before she could respond, Wanda’s eyes flicked to the packet of cashews that Nat had been picking at. “Are you eating, too?” she asked crossly.

“I wanted a snack.”

Wanda unfolded her arms dramatically and let out an annoyed huff. “Why don’t you just break up with me?”

“You were napping so nicely! I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Yeah, I was napping on you. My head was on you.”

“Did you have a good nap?” Nat asked gently.

“I did until you decided to ruin my whole life.”

Nat just laughed again.

“I would ask how you’re doing, but frankly, I don’t wanna know.”

Nat untucked her legs, putting her tablet to sleep with a quick button-press, and dropped it on the coffee table. Yelena probably wouldn’t be back for hours. “Do you wanna order food and cuddle on the couch?”

“…I want you to order food,” Wanda agreed grumpily. “I want you to cuddle me on the couch.”

“Come here, then.”