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Necessary Breaks -- Marvel Comics -- Carol/Wanda
Title: Necessary Breaks
Fandom: Marvel Comics (Marvel-616)
Pairing: Carol Danvers/Wanda Maximoff
Rating: PG
Prompt: break
Word Count: 950
Summary: Wanda needs a break. Carol makes sure she gets one.
"I needed this," Wanda said, turning languidly onto her stomach, settling more fully into the sunbeam splashing across the quilt. "A break from everything."
Carol was sitting propped up against the headboard, laptop on her knees -- ostensibly writing, but really just soaking in the lazy late afternoon sun, same as Wanda. It was nice, even if it wasn't much of a vacation. Just a weekend away at a bed-and-breakfast.
Kitty had recommended it, the last time Carol had stopped by the Jean Grey School. Mutant-friendly, Kitty'd said, and queer-friendly too. She'd mentioned that part off-handedly, because while many people suspected that about Carol, few knew for sure. Carol liked it that way. Her private life was private. And being in the Air Force had given her so much practice in keeping her sexuality vague that by now it was second-nature.
Wanda had always known. There'd been a spark when they first met. At least, that's what Carol told herself. Maybe it was wishful thinking that their instant connection had been mutual and undeniable, that they'd only put off admitting their feelings out loud for so long because Wanda had been married. That it hadn't been because Carol always kept one foot in the closet.
She could ask Wanda, but it didn't really matter now. Wanda knew and felt the same way, and had said yes when Carol suggested a weekend away from their whirlwind lives.
Wanda had only been back with the Avengers a short while. Little vacations like this had to be good for her. She needed someone to take her away from the never-ending battles, now and then. Carol was happy to be that someone.
The sunlight had nestled happily into Wanda's hair, coaxing out the hidden red and amber hues amid the rich dark brown. Carol sank her fingers into the curls, enjoying the warmth as she rubbed soft circles into Wanda's scalp. Wanda smiled without opening her eyes.
They could have gone further away. Tony would have spotted them a plane ride to Transia or anywhere else in Europe, had Carol asked. Instead of a bed-and-breakfast a stone's throw from NYC, they could have rented a cabin in the mountains.
Or they could have gone somewhere tropical, sunbathed in Aruba or Jamaica or one of the other places in that Beach Boy's song. Or they could have gone even further south and sunbathed in Antarctica while pterodactyls flew overhead.
That might have been more in the spirit of "getting away from it all" than simply turning off their Avengers comm cards and driving out of the City. But this was realistic. They could still be reached in case of an emergency. They weren't running away; they were just taking a quick breather.
And that was all they needed. It was enough. It had to be enough, because if it wasn't… well, Wanda could get away from it all without taking a single step.
If a bed and breakfast wasn't enough, a mountain cabin or a tropical beach or even the Savage Land probably didn't stand much of a chance, either. Not when Wanda could wish her fantasies into reality.
Sleepily, Wanda caught Carol's hand and brought it to her mouth, kissing the palm. The simple press of lips sent tingles up Carol's arm and all the way down to her toes. As soon as her hand was released, she used it to guide Wanda's head closer, until it was half on the pillow and half on Carol's thigh.
Sometimes Carol wondered if Wanda's dreamed-up reality would be different, if it happened again, now that they were lovers. Would Wanda's children still be the centerpiece of the fantasy? Or had that wound healed enough? Would Wanda still dream herself de-powered and isolated from the outside world?
Carol wasn't proud of it, but a part of her imagined a reality where Wanda placed them side-by-side, inseparable heroes beloved by the whole world. Mutants and humans would coexist as easily as Carol coexisted with her mutant friends, and justice wouldn't be side-tracked and twisted by the stupid politics and prejudices of the superhero community. Best of all, she and Wanda would have a different history, one without death and betrayal and Chthon and Marcus.
She shoved those thoughts aside with all the shame and self-loathing they deserved. She would never use Wanda that way, never even consider it. It was just a passing notion, like the way Carol used to picture herself jumping off high ledges, back before she could fly . They weren't real impulses, just uncontrollable wisps of morbid curiosity.
Like: what would Wanda do if Carol leaned over and asked, low and whispered, straight from her heart into the curve of Wanda's ear, for a past that had fewer scars? If Carol really meant it, really needed it, would Wanda change the world for her?
It didn't matter. She'd never ask. It was enough to be with Wanda on this bed, draped in the dwindling sunlight and evening hush.
Maybe she had already asked. Carol smiled darkly at that thought. Maybe this room was the entire world, and there were no monsters left outside for Carol to strike down.
She sighed and set her laptop aside. Wanda opened her eyes, concerned, and tugged Carol down beside her. Their faces were inches apart, hands clasped together between their bodies. "Take a nap with me," Wanda said. "You need a break, too."
"You're right," Why was that so hard to admit, even to Wanda, even here? The sunbeam wasn't quite warm enough anymore, so she maneuvered the blanket at the foot of the bed until it covered them both. Then she started the difficult task of clearing her mind.
Fandom: Marvel Comics (Marvel-616)
Pairing: Carol Danvers/Wanda Maximoff
Rating: PG
Prompt: break
Word Count: 950
Summary: Wanda needs a break. Carol makes sure she gets one.
"I needed this," Wanda said, turning languidly onto her stomach, settling more fully into the sunbeam splashing across the quilt. "A break from everything."
Carol was sitting propped up against the headboard, laptop on her knees -- ostensibly writing, but really just soaking in the lazy late afternoon sun, same as Wanda. It was nice, even if it wasn't much of a vacation. Just a weekend away at a bed-and-breakfast.
Kitty had recommended it, the last time Carol had stopped by the Jean Grey School. Mutant-friendly, Kitty'd said, and queer-friendly too. She'd mentioned that part off-handedly, because while many people suspected that about Carol, few knew for sure. Carol liked it that way. Her private life was private. And being in the Air Force had given her so much practice in keeping her sexuality vague that by now it was second-nature.
Wanda had always known. There'd been a spark when they first met. At least, that's what Carol told herself. Maybe it was wishful thinking that their instant connection had been mutual and undeniable, that they'd only put off admitting their feelings out loud for so long because Wanda had been married. That it hadn't been because Carol always kept one foot in the closet.
She could ask Wanda, but it didn't really matter now. Wanda knew and felt the same way, and had said yes when Carol suggested a weekend away from their whirlwind lives.
Wanda had only been back with the Avengers a short while. Little vacations like this had to be good for her. She needed someone to take her away from the never-ending battles, now and then. Carol was happy to be that someone.
The sunlight had nestled happily into Wanda's hair, coaxing out the hidden red and amber hues amid the rich dark brown. Carol sank her fingers into the curls, enjoying the warmth as she rubbed soft circles into Wanda's scalp. Wanda smiled without opening her eyes.
They could have gone further away. Tony would have spotted them a plane ride to Transia or anywhere else in Europe, had Carol asked. Instead of a bed-and-breakfast a stone's throw from NYC, they could have rented a cabin in the mountains.
Or they could have gone somewhere tropical, sunbathed in Aruba or Jamaica or one of the other places in that Beach Boy's song. Or they could have gone even further south and sunbathed in Antarctica while pterodactyls flew overhead.
That might have been more in the spirit of "getting away from it all" than simply turning off their Avengers comm cards and driving out of the City. But this was realistic. They could still be reached in case of an emergency. They weren't running away; they were just taking a quick breather.
And that was all they needed. It was enough. It had to be enough, because if it wasn't… well, Wanda could get away from it all without taking a single step.
If a bed and breakfast wasn't enough, a mountain cabin or a tropical beach or even the Savage Land probably didn't stand much of a chance, either. Not when Wanda could wish her fantasies into reality.
Sleepily, Wanda caught Carol's hand and brought it to her mouth, kissing the palm. The simple press of lips sent tingles up Carol's arm and all the way down to her toes. As soon as her hand was released, she used it to guide Wanda's head closer, until it was half on the pillow and half on Carol's thigh.
Sometimes Carol wondered if Wanda's dreamed-up reality would be different, if it happened again, now that they were lovers. Would Wanda's children still be the centerpiece of the fantasy? Or had that wound healed enough? Would Wanda still dream herself de-powered and isolated from the outside world?
Carol wasn't proud of it, but a part of her imagined a reality where Wanda placed them side-by-side, inseparable heroes beloved by the whole world. Mutants and humans would coexist as easily as Carol coexisted with her mutant friends, and justice wouldn't be side-tracked and twisted by the stupid politics and prejudices of the superhero community. Best of all, she and Wanda would have a different history, one without death and betrayal and Chthon and Marcus.
She shoved those thoughts aside with all the shame and self-loathing they deserved. She would never use Wanda that way, never even consider it. It was just a passing notion, like the way Carol used to picture herself jumping off high ledges, back before she could fly . They weren't real impulses, just uncontrollable wisps of morbid curiosity.
Like: what would Wanda do if Carol leaned over and asked, low and whispered, straight from her heart into the curve of Wanda's ear, for a past that had fewer scars? If Carol really meant it, really needed it, would Wanda change the world for her?
It didn't matter. She'd never ask. It was enough to be with Wanda on this bed, draped in the dwindling sunlight and evening hush.
Maybe she had already asked. Carol smiled darkly at that thought. Maybe this room was the entire world, and there were no monsters left outside for Carol to strike down.
She sighed and set her laptop aside. Wanda opened her eyes, concerned, and tugged Carol down beside her. Their faces were inches apart, hands clasped together between their bodies. "Take a nap with me," Wanda said. "You need a break, too."
"You're right," Why was that so hard to admit, even to Wanda, even here? The sunbeam wasn't quite warm enough anymore, so she maneuvered the blanket at the foot of the bed until it covered them both. Then she started the difficult task of clearing her mind.
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I love it though, how you combined the sleepy languor of a vacation with all the messed up history between the two of them. How even being together can't make them less conflicted, but being that conflicted doesn't mean they can't be together. Also, the temptation to ask Wanda compared to jumping off a ledge was brilliant.
I also really liked how there was a tinge of bitterness that Wanda's fantasies never picked her, but how she decided not to let that stop them.
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Carol is such a flawed character, she's so fun (and kind of heartbreaking) to write. I admit as much as I love happy fluff for the Carol/Wanda pairing, I'm pretty happy with darkfic versions of them, too. Or just conflicted versions, as this certainly isn't darkfic in the way some of my plot bunnies are.
Thank you so much for such a lovely comment!