"Don't you dare."
Your girlfriend has the power to wield time and space.
But at this moment, only you have the power to splatter paint all over her clothes.
"Y/N, I'm warning you-"
"Or what?" you counter. "You gonna splatter me back?"
She huffs.
"C'mon, Wanda, this is the fun part."
"We're interior decorating! It's not supposed to be fun! We're supposed to be making a home we can live in - and I, for one, don't especially want to live with a person who would throw paint on me."
You roll your eyes, setting the bucket down.
"Fine," you say, inspecting the wall. "Fine, I suppose we'll just... paint this wall, then. Like regular, normal people."
"Yes, I suppose we will."
You exhale, focusing instead on scrolling through Wanda's Pinterest-
Little do you know, a can of paint is being slowly levitated over your head.
You never saw it coming.
"Ah!" you screech, shaking yourself off like a wet dog. "Wanda, what the hell?!"
"What? You said it was fun. I had to see for myself."
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the Wanda Maximoff x Reader Collection
FanfictionMy collection of Wanda Maximoff x Reader one-shots, reposted from my Tumblr @goddessofmischief.