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[magija]

[ No one else knows she's here. At least that's the hope, considering the sort of scandal that could arise out of this information going public. There's a reason they never went into her room, knowing fully well of Vision's terrible habits of wall phasing. The interesting fact to that concept was that he only ever seemed to miraculously forget how to use the door when it came to Wanda's room.

At least Clint's room was safe, which is why she slips inside quietly, tiptoeing across the floor to find him laying in the center of the bed. ]

I hope you didn't get bored waiting. [ There's a smirk on her lips when she says it, knowing she'd left him with some intimate and very detailed text messages before she'd made her transfer to his room. Just something to keep him busy while she snuck across the floor.

Wearing a soft red robe over her body, Wanda removes the loose knot at her belly, undoing the robe's secure place around her. The fabric falls off her shoulder, leaving her standing, mostly naked, except for the tight underwear worn below.

With a smile, she crawls along the bed, hands pressed into the mattress on either side of him. ] Did you miss me these past nights?

[arcum]

[ It's bad enough that he's convinced that Vision hates him. That somehow he's figured out their little lie and is aware of the things Clint does to her when they're alone. Wanda tells him he's being crazy, but would it be so strange for Vision to know? The guy is--well, Clint doesn't know what the fuck he is, but he's sort of the all knowing asshole of the group. It's annoying, but helpful in some situations.

But he's not dumb. The public doesn't need to know that they're fucking. They wouldn't be able to process it and he can already hear the lectures from Cap. Something about her being a kid and Clint being a full grown adult. He wouldn't be wrong, but Wanda is hardly a kid. She's seen and been through more trauma than any adult should have to endure. That takes away childish notions. Foolish lies. She's an adult. From her head to her toes.

There's a lazy smile when he hears her step inside. He shrugs in the dimly lit room at her comment. He never gets bored waiting on her. Especially when she sends him spicy text messages before making her way. Though sometimes he does foolishly imagine her James Bond rolling around up the halls to get to his room. But the robe drops and all stupid ideas leave his head. Sorta. ]

Oh, I missed you plenty. [ Definitely not an exaggeration. How could he not? ] What about you? Did you miss me at all?

[magija]

[ Wanda hasn't considered herself a kid in a long time. Not since the death of her brother when she'd been forced to swiftly take full responsibility for herself and her choices. There would be no more running behind Pietro for protection, no more looking to him for answers. She had to grow up and be her own woman.

Even if being a woman meant making choices like slipping into Clint Barton's bedroom when everyone's eyes were averted. ]

Absolutely not. [ She lies, a devilish smile playing on her lips as she positions herself above him, leaning down on her forearms, simply for the chance to leave a soft kiss against his chin. ] Those missions overseas? Staying in a motel room by myself? [ More kisses, lips parting to suck gently at the scruffy skin of his jaw. ] Touching between my legs, missing your fingers there, missing your hot mouth?

[ She kisses that hot mouth this time, tongue playfully leaving a swift lick against his lips. ] I didn't miss you at all.