Possession

She Knows

You woke before Natasha to a, thankfully, still empty house. Downstairs, you threw together a simple breakfast and a coffee for her before lugging it upstairs on a tray. You backed into the door and kicked it shut with your foot, noticing she was rubbing her eyes, sitting up to wake.
You laid the tray down on the bedside table and jumped her, cuddling her into your chest.
"I don't want you to go."
She kissed your neck, speaking with a little sleep still lingering in her voice.
"Trust me, I don't wanna go either."
You sat up, watching as she noticed the breakfast laid out for her. She coddled you, ruffling your hair and commending your 'soppiness' before sipping a coffee and sharing intermittent bites of food with you.

After, she stepped into some of your clothes - leaning toward the casual side. In the midst of you annoying her, digging your fingers into her sides, she stopped suddenly, holding you off her with a stern look on her face.
"Someone's pulling into the drive."
You turned, rushing into the landing and dragging random items of clothing onto your body.

Wanda walked in, bags in hand with a smile on her face.
"Miss me?"
You walked slowly down the stairs, trying to gift Natasha as much time as possible to make a swift exit - though unfortunately, without a goodbye.
You pulled her into you, kissing her forehead gently and twisting her round, trying to get a view of upstairs.
"Are you alright?" she questioned.
"Yeah, yeah..."
You couldn't help but display concern. Wanda was catching on, her expression quickly turning sour. She tiled her head, staring up at you with screwed brows. You noticed her shifting mood.
"Just dump your stuff, sweetheart. I'll be back in a minute."

You rushed up the stairs and noticed that, thankfully, Natasha had left. In your clothes.
Unknowing to you, she was downstairs, trying to get out despite everything being locked. She tracked Wanda's footsteps and dipped behind walls and doors to hide from her.

While you were rummaging upstairs, attempting to cover any traces of a guest, Wanda inspected the house, looking for signs of what she'd been suspicious of all along. She briefly gazed out into the back garden, noticing a small pile  of unidentifiable mess. She slid open the bay window and sped out, quickly coming to realise that there were two piles of clothes. She lifted a garment that was quite clearly, not yours, into her hand. She dropped it to the ground and wiped a tear from her eye, biting her lip and allowing no others to fall. Storming back inside, she came face to face with you, who was entirely unaware before catching the look on her face.
"Wanda, darling...what's wrong?"
She doesn't say anything, only leaning in to kiss your cheek. You're stood in the landing of the hallway, your back to the front door and Wanda before you. Your eyes move momentarily as Natasha rounds the corner, mouthing to you that she'll see you later before sneaking out the back door. You can almost taste the fury in the air, emanating from Wanda.

She knows. She just doesn't realise that you know she does.

"We have a party to get ready for, sweetheart. C'mon."
Despite Wanda's best efforts to maintain a front of normality, you can't help but hear the rage in her tone. You follow her upstairs, trying desperately to make conversation and act oblivious. Some part of you feared her. She was calm. Too calm.

After what felt like hundreds of years trapped in a fearful and dying situation 'getting ready' with Wanda, you're finally approaching the front door - key in hand - ready to leave. As you slide past her on your way out, you catch her eyes drop to your neck.
Shit. The marks.
Her eyes burn a hole in you, like a cigarette to skin. Yet still, she doesn't utter a word. You wonder why.

Inside, she's glued to you - completely unwilling to leave your side. If this is her idea of being subtle about having caught on, she's doing a shit job.
Even the slightest glance from you towards another woman, you feel her stare you down. Somehow, you're struggling to feel guilty, which in turn, makes you feel worse. However, Natasha's here - or so you hoped, so you currently had ulterior occupations.

In a fit of luck, you're dragged away from Wanda by some of your father's closest friends and business partners. You're offered drinks with them and they wise you up, egging you to make jokes about your dad (which you do, with ease). Once you notice her absence in the room, you politely excuse yourself from the men, quickly whittling round your goodbye pecks on the cheek and ignoring a number of inappropriate comments from them.

You sneak off down a hall, this time it being you on the hunt for Natasha. You couldn't waste a moment. You had to find her now.
As you're about to turn a corner, you hear Wanda call for you from the foot of the hall.
"Where the fuck are you going, Y/N?"
You stood, somewhat defeatedly, unwilling to even attempt to conjure an excuse.
"You're cheating on me."
She was sobbing and quickly, that guilt you'd been waiting for caught up to you. She'd been nothing but loyal and kind, you just couldn't help that she wasn't the one you wanted.

You were still unable to speak - there was no point.
"Why, Y/N? What did I do?"
You felt sick.
"Wanda...it was never you."
She merely sighed, folding her arms and choking back the pain.
"We're leaving. Now. Come with me, Y/N, don't embarrass me. Please."
Reluctantly, you walked toward her, taking her hand in your own and wiping her tears with your other. You walk through the party, Wanda's head down as you catch a cab.

You try to apologise in the car, slowly becoming increasingly worked up as the drive continued. Wanda remained silent for it's entirety, facing out the window as she attempted to hide her hurt. You didn't want her to hide. You wanted her to scold you, to shout. She didn't seem angry anymore. She seemed defeated, more pained by you than anything.