(just so u know, alec is eighteen and wanda is nineteen cause I didn’t understand marvel’s timeline for her age)
A month later, somewhere across the Mexican border
  Alec teleported directly into Wolverine’s kitchen, appearing out of nowhere with his usual smirk. Logan jumped a little, claws out as he chopped vegetables. The man let out a sigh, shaking his head in annoyance when he recognized the boy’s smell.
– What’s up, old man? – Alec said casually, sitting on top of the kitchen table, legs swinging as he watched Logan cook dinner.
  Logan turned with a hand on his heart, eyes narrowing in exasperation.
– Jesus fucking Christ, Alec, how many times I gotta tell you- – he said, his voice a gruff growl – At least warn me before you do this.
– I know, but I always forget, – the boy said, his lips twitching into a smirk that suggested he wasn’t sorry at all – sorry. – Logan sighed, rolling his eyes.
– So what brings you here, kid? You usually don’t drop in unless there’s somethin’ on your mind.
– I’m here to talk about relationship issues. – Alec said with a mock-serious tone, though Logan could sense there was genuine weight to his words.
– Yeah, sure, go on.- the man went back to stirring the pot, already bracing himself for whatever drama Alec had gotten himself into.
  Alec hesitated for a moment before he spoke, his voice quieter than usual.
– I think I might be into two guys.
  Logan paused for a second, but not in shock – just to give Alec the space to talk. He remembered the first time Alec had come out to him, and Logan’s response had been simple: “Kid, I’m centuries old. There’ve always been gays, bi and lesbians. It ain’t nothin’ new.” He had brushed it off like it was no big deal, and for Logan, it wasn’t. Ororo had also helped educate him on the nuances of modern sexual identities, so Logan wasn’t as clueless as Alec might have hoped initially thought.
– Two guys, huh? – Logan grunted, tossing the sizzling veggies in the pot – Well, love triangles ain’t anything new. You just figuring out who you want or what?
– I don’t think it’s love… yet. I’m just attracted to them. It’s confusing. – Alec said, running a hand through his dark hair.
– Alright, kid. Who’re the poor souls?
  Alec let out a dramatic sigh, flopping back onto the table.
– That’s the thing, Logan. It’s complicated. One of them is… Peter.
– The spider kid? – the man grunted knowingly.
– Yeah. – he rubbed the back of his neck – He’s my best friend. We’ve been close for more than a year now. I didn’t think I liked him at first, but… lately, it’s been harder to ignore. But that’s not the only thing. – Logan’s eyebrow quirked.
– Who’s the other one, then?
  Alec hesitated, feeling a little guilty even mentioning it.
– It’s… Bucky.
  That earned a full-blown stare from Logan, who looked like he was about to laugh but somehow held it in.
– Barnes? As in, the guy who’s been brainwashed and is old enough to be your grandpa? – Alec cringed.
– Yeah. I know, okay? It’s weird. I can’t explain it. But there’s something about him. He’s just… different.
– Peter Parker and Bucky Barnes? – his rough voice couldn’t help but carry a hint of a laugh – Kid, you sure don’t make it easy on yourself.
  The young Stark groaned, rubbing his face.
– Tell me about it. I mean, Peter’s- well, Peter, you know? Smart, funny, always doing the right thing. But then Bucky… he’s different. Intense, brooding, mysterious. I don’t know, Logan. It’s like my brain can’t decide. – he threw his head back and the man smirked, teasingly.
– Yeah, I get it. Peter’s the sweetheart and Bucky’s the mysterious one with the dark past. You’re into both. – Alec groaned.
– Great, now you’re making it sound worse.
  Logan raised an eyebrow at the boy’s drama, smirking slightly as he pulled out a couple of beers from the fridge, offering Alec one before reconsidering.
– Wait, you’re still too young for this. – he muttered, opening his own instead – So what’s the problem? You attracted to ’em, that’s normal. What makes you think it’s anythin’ more?
  Alec leaned back on his hands, staring up at the ceiling.
– I dunno, it just… It feels different, with both of them. I’m used to hooking up with people, but Peter’s different. I like him, but I don’t know if it’s like, just attraction or if I’m feeling something more. And Bucky… well, he’s Bucky. – he chuckled nervously – But I don’t know if that’s anything serious either.
  Logan snorted, taking a swig of his beer.
– Alec, you’re overthinkin’ it. Feelings don’t always make sense, but tryin’ to stuff ’em in a box ain’t gonna help. You’re into ’em, maybe it’s just that, or maybe it turns into somethin’ more later. You don’t need to figure it out all at once.
  Alec sighed, his brow still furrowed.
– I guess. But it’s weird… I think I’m just attracted to them, y’know? Like, physically. – he ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling – Peter’s been all I can think about, but he won’t stop talking about girls at school recently. Meanwhile, Bucky…flirts. Well, he’s like, really subtle about it. It’s like he’s testing the waters or something. During training sessions, he’ll throw a wink or say something that makes me wonder if I should be reading into it. I guess it’s messing with my head.
  Logan nodded thoughtfully.
– Look, you’re young. If you’re into both of ’em, give yourself time to figure out what that means. Sometimes, you just gotta let things happen. See where it goes.
  Alec watched Logan for a moment, then muttered:
– That’s terrible advice. – Logan shrugged.
– You came to me, didn’t you?
  Alec chuckled, shaking his head.
– Fair point. – he paused, his expression softening again – I guess… I don’t want to hurt either of them. Peter’s my best friend, and Bucky- he’s been through enough.
  Logan gave a soft grunt, flipping the vegetables one last time before turning off the heat. He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter.
– You’re a good kid, Alec. That’s why you’ll figure it out. You care enough to not wanna mess it up. But no one said it’d be easy.
  Alec nodded, his playful demeanor gone, replaced by quiet contemplation.
– Thanks, Logan. I guess I just needed to hear that. – Logan raised an eyebrow.
– Yeah, well, next time, maybe knock before popping into my kitchen.
  With a smirk, Alec teleported out of the room before Logan could swat at him. When he got to his own room, it didn’t take long for past memories of Talia, a girl he had dated for eight months – it felt like eight years actually with the trauma she gave him. She was a really bad person; liar, manipulative, toxic, cheater, so much for a sixteen year old.
She’s the reason Alec didn’t date, only hooking up with people here and there. And the feelings he thought were gone, came all back with the thought that he might be falling for Peter or Bucky – or both, who knows.
So he did the exact opposite of what Logan told him: he was going to suppress those feelings and go back to his old playboy self, where emotions were casual and connections were fleeting. He convinced himself that the carefree lifestyle he once led was the safer route. After all, why risk getting hurt again when he could simply enjoy the thrill of the chase without attachment?
•••
  Alec was wandering around the compound. Since he dropped college after the sokovia accords, he didn’t have much to do besides the occasional missions with the avengers, and training, and the projects he works on.
  He came to a stop when he saw Wanda’s room, and decided to have a talk with her; they aren’t best friends, but they sometimes spar together, the boy being the only one who Wanda can actually use her full powers, since he’s, well, immortal and really overpowered.
Alec knocked lightly on Wanda’s door, but it was already cracked open. He peeked in and found her hunched over a canvas, painting in slow, thoughtful strokes. The sunlight filtering through the window made her hair glow a rich, coppery brown. Alec hadn’t expected to see her like this, so… calm.
Wanda was sitting at her desk, a half-finished painting in front of her. She looked up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, her fingers stained with a splash of vibrant colors.
– Hey. – she said, raising an eyebrow at his unexpected visit.
– Hey. – Alec replied, leaning against the doorframe with a small grin – What are you working on?
She glanced at the painting, a mix of swirling reds and deep blacks.
– Just… something to clear my head. – she set her brush down and wiped her hands on a rag – What brings you here?
Alec shifted on his feet.
– I was wondering… you up for a spar?
Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if reading his intentions.
– Feeling restless?
– A bit. – Alec shrugged – Need to burn off some energy. Figured you might, too.
She raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing at her lips.
– You do remember the last time, don’t you? – Alec chuckled.
– When you threw me through two walls? I’m still blaming my lousy form on that one. Besides, – he added with a smirk – it’s not like it left a scratch.
– I guess I could use a break. – she said, stretching her fingers, red wisps gathering around them.
– Yeah. You could throw me across the room a few times. Sounds like fun, right? – her eyes narrowed slightly.
– You find that fun? – Alec shrugged.
– What can I say? I don’t feel pain the way most people do, and you’re the only one who can actually give me a challenge.
– Yeah, same goes for you. – she said and the boy chuckled, turning to lead the way. As he walked out, Wanda followed, her gaze lingering on the painting for a moment longer before the door clicked shut behind her.
They headed to the training room in comfortable silence, a familiar tension building between them. Alec could feel the rush of adrenaline already kicking in.
Alec set a “invisible” shield around the training room, to serve as a protection – both for the facility and anyone who might come in. That way they could really fight, without fearing destroying something, or someone.
– So, – Wanda said, her voice light as they reached the center of the room – what are the rules?
– Simple. Don’t hold back. – Alec smirked, his eyes flickering with excitement.
Wanda tilted her head, her fingers glowing faintly with red energy.
– You always say that, – she teased, a hint of a smile playing on her lips – yet, somehow, you’re the one holding back every time.
Alec chuckled, cracking his knuckles as he stretched his arms out.
– I’m just giving you a fighting chance, sweetheart.
Her eyes glowed brighter in response, and a playful smirk tugged at her lips.
– We’ll see about that.
Without warning, she sent a surge of scarlet energy towards him, waves of raw power rushing through the air. Alec responded instantly, raising a hand as his psychic energy rippled in response, forming a protective barrier that swallowed her attack like it was nothing. He shot her a look, mocking surprise.
– Is that all you’ve got?
Wanda arched an eyebrow, summoning more energy, the room vibrating under the intensity.
– I’m just warming up.
She unleashed a barrage of energy blasts, each one more intense than the last. Alec dodged with ease, his super speed allowing him to move faster than the naked eye could track. He zigzagged around the room, barely a blur to her.
– Come on, Wanda, you’re making this too easy. – he taunted, circling her, his psychic energy building up in his hands. With a swift motion, he sent out a pulse that disrupted her control over the space, forcing her to stumble slightly.
– You want me to get serious? – she shot him a glare.
– Yes, please, sweetheart. – Alec teased, his grin widening. Before she could think, he charged at her with inhuman speed, closing the gap in a split second. His hand was outstretched, brimming with psychic energy, aimed to catch her off guard.
But Wanda was faster than he expected. With a flick of her wrist, she threw up a crimson shield to block his attack.
– Not bad. – she said, eyes glowing with challenge – But you’re still not fast enough.
Alec grinned as his psychic energy morphed around his fists, amplifying his strength as he pressed forward. He threw a punch, deliberately aiming low, forcing her to react with hand-to-hand defense. She caught his fist with her shield just in time, but the impact sent her sliding back.
– Gotcha now. -Â he whispered, quickly following up with a series of rapid punches, each one designed to push her into closer combat. His psychic energy rippled through his strikes, creating shockwaves with every hit.
Wanda, forced on the defensive, blocked and parried his strikes, her red energy deflecting his blows.
– Is this your plan? – she asked, her breath slightly labored – To make me fight like this? Without magic?
– What’s the matter, Wanda? – Alec taunted, his fist colliding with her forearm as she blocked – Need a little extra help to keep up?
She scoffed, stepping back to create space.
– I don’t need my magic to wipe that smirk off your face.
– Oh yeah? – he chuckled, dodging a sharp punch – Then stop talking about it and show me.
Wanda narrowed her eyes and lunged forward, throwing another blast. This time, Alec deflected it with a wave of psychic energy, twisting his wrist so the red tendrils spun harmlessly away from him. In the same motion, he closed the gap and reached for her, aiming to pull her into close quarters.
She saw his move and dodged, spinning to the side, but Alec was faster. He anticipated her movement, his hand darting out and grabbing her wrist. Wanda tried to summon another blast, but he squeezed gently, stopping her just enough to make her hesitate.
– Should I just end this now? – he asked.
She scoffed, slipping her wrist out of his grip with a flick of her energy, red tendrils wrapping around his arms to pin him briefly.
– I’d love to see you try.
But Alec’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he flexed his arms, the psychic energy swirling around him growing stronger as he easily broke free from her hold. Wanda barely had time to react before he lunged, catching her off-guard as he forced her into another close-quarters stance.
– Looks like I have to teach you the basics again. – he taunted, his grin wide as he blocked her next move and pinned her arm behind her back, leaning in close – What would you do without me?
Wanda, refusing to admit defeat, shot a playful grin over her shoulder.
– Sleep better at night, probably.
Alec laughed, loosening his grip for just a second; long enough for her to twist free, unleashing a surge of energy that forced him back a few steps.
Wanda’s eyes narrowed as she flung a concentrated blast of magic toward him, but Alec was already gone, moving faster than she could keep track. He appeared behind her, tapping her shoulder lightly before disappearing again.
– Tag. – he whispered, and she spun, hurling a bolt of energy in his direction, but Alec was already anticipating it. He swirled psychic energy around himself, absorbing part of the blast before sending it crashing into the floor.
– Show-off. – Wanda muttered, her eyes glowing brighter as she pushed herself harder, summoning all her power to trap him in place – You won’t be able to run forever.
Alec felt the pressure around him but didn’t resist. Instead, he grinned and allowed her to hold him for a moment.
– Maybe I don’t need to run. – he said, pushing against her magic with a surge of his own power.
The room crackled with energy as Alec unleashed a wave of force that disrupted her hold, sending her stumbling back slightly. Before she could recover, Alec was in front of her again, this time grabbing her wrist gently but firmly.
She wasted no time following up, aiming a punch with her other arm toward his jaw, but Alec caught her fist mid-swing.
– Hand-to-hand isn’t really your thing, is it, sweetheart? – the boy teased, his smile widening as he blocked her every move, using his superior strength and speed to keep her at bay. He wasn’t even using his full power, but it was clear that he was holding the upper hand.
Wanda narrowed her eyes, frustration creeping in.
– I don’t need to be better at it when I can do this!- she sent a pulse of magic through her body, forcing Alec to release her, but before she could strike again, he was on her, sweeping her leg out from under her and pinning her to the ground, holding both her arms up her head. She looked up at him, panting slightly – You’re enjoying this a little too much.
Alec grinned, looking down at her body trapped beneath him.
– Maybe I like the view. – the flirtatious tone came naturally.
Wanda rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips.
– You’re insufferable, you know that?
– Insufferable, maybe. – Alec replied, leaning closer, his breath warm against her face – But I’ve got you pinned, and it looks like I’m winning this round. – Wanda wriggled slightly beneath him, attempting to escape, but he only tightened his grip, an amused smirk playing on his lips – Give up?
She wriggled beneath him, her heart racing; not just from the spar, but from the heat of the moment, the closeness between them.
– You’re lucky I’m not really trying. – she said, trying to sound defiant but the breathless quality of her voice gave her away.
– Not trying? – he echoed, his eyes sparkling with mischief – Is that what you call this?
Alec shifted slightly, just enough for her to feel the warmth radiating from his body. The playful banter faded, replaced by a tension that crackled in the air between them. She was acutely aware of how close he was, the way his eyes flickered between hers and her lips.
– Maybe I’m just saving my energy for when it really counts. – Wanda said softly, her breath catching slightly as their gazes locked.
– Is that so? – he murmured, leaning in even closer – Because I think this counts.
Without another word, he closed the distance, capturing her lips with his, in a soft but heated kiss. Her lips felt warm and inviting against his, a rush of energy flowing between them, both thrilling and comforting.
Alec pulled back slightly, looking down at the girl. Wanda’s cheeks flushed, her heart racing.
– Wow. – she echoed, a shy smile breaking across her face – So much for the sparring session, huh?
Alec chuckled, brushing a stray hair from her face.
– Maybe we should skip the sparring and stick to this instead.
– Now that sounds good to me. – she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper.
Alec teleports them to his bedroom, pressing the girl against the door as he locks it. Wanda’s heart was still racing, her body buzzing with excitement. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. He kisses her, one of his hands going to grab her hair gently but firm while the other travels down her waist.
  Wanda puts her arms around the boy’s necks, letting out quick breaths now that Alec decided to distribute bites and kisses all over her neck and collarbone.
  Alec’s hands gripped tighter around her waist as he continued his assault on her neck, leaving marks that would linger for days. Wanda gasps, her body arching towards him, silently begging for more. Alec smirked against her skin, his hand sliding down to her hip, pulling her flush against him. She could feel his growing excitement, pressing against her and sending a jolt of heat through her body.
  His hand travel down further, grabbing one of her legs to hook around his waist. Wanda understands what the boy wants and hooks both of her legs around him. He holds her thighs tightly, pressing her more into the door before bringing her to bed.
  As Alec laid Wanda down on the bed, he leans over her, his body trapping her against the mattress. His eyes roam over her body, taking in the sight of her looking all red and flustered due to his teasing. His hands grip her thighs, spreading them slightly apart as he positions himself between her legs. He looks at her, his gaze dark and full of hunger. He fumbles with the hem of her shirt and asks:
– Can I take this off?
  Wanda’s breath hitches at the look Alec gives her, her body growing hotter in anticipation. She nods, biting her bottom lip as she watches him slowly pull her shirt over her head, leaving her in her bra. He then moves to her legs, pushing up her skirt to reveal more of her flawless legs, and Wanda swallows hard at his gaze, her thighs quivering slightly.
  Alec smirks as he see a wet patch forming on Wanda’s underwear. He hooks his fingers on each side, pulling it down slowly, along with her skirt.
– You’re already so wet. – he says, leaving kisses just under her bellybutton, his hands occasionally squeezing her thighs – You want this, sweetheart?
  Wanda let out a shaky breath, unable to form words as his kisses and touches sent waves of pleasure through her body. The way he spoke, so commanding and sure of himself, made her legs shiver slightly
– Yes.. – she manages to say, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. She looks down at him and adds, as a hint, with a coy look: – Please, Alec.
  The sound of his name on her lips makes him groan, his hands squeezing her thighs one more time before moving further up. He can already feel how hot and wet she is, and the thought only makes him more impatient.
  He then moves lower, pushing her legs apart even more so that he has a better view. His mouth goes to her inner thigh, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin, leaving more marks for her to remember this moment.
  He gets tired of teasing her, and as soon as his mouth finds her core, her hand goes to his hair, pulling it with every new stimulation. Wanda’s body jerks in response, her breath coming in quick gasps as she clings to the sheets, trying to anchor herself against the waves of pleasure. The fact that he’s so patient and in control, while she is whimpering and falling apart underneath him is maddening and yet it only adds to the excitement.
  Her grip on his hair tightens, her hips lifting off the bed to seek more contact, more of his touch.
– Alec- – she manages to gasp before he does something with his tongue that steals the rest of sanity she had. He sucks on her clit at the same time as he adds one finger, thrusting into her slowly.
– You taste so fucking good, sweetheart. – he says between moans, sending vibrations through her core. He can feel her tighten around his finger, and he adds another, pumping them in and out while his mouth concentrates on her clit.
  Wanda’s legs tries to close, but Alec was stronger and forced her to keep it open. It didn’t take long for the girl to cum in his mouth, clenching around him and making a mess of the bed. He tries to soothe her, pulling his fingers out and leaving sweet kisses on her intimacy.
  He got back up, admiring her fucked out state. He kisses her on the lips this time, letting her taste herself; he moves to whisper in her ear as his hands find her wrists, pinning them above her head.
– We are just starting, sweetheart. -Â he says with a smirk, as his mouth finds a spot on her neck and he bites again.
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