"Hey...can we talk?"

Her eyes trace over my body, as if trying to get a read of the conversation before she nods, stepping aside to let me into her room. It's just as I remembered it. Of course, there's a sitcom playing on her television, although this one looks older, in black and white. I think I recognize it, there was this one time when I was at Hydra years ago that they left Pietro and I alone together. That was their first mistake in all honesty. They said we could watch TV and they'd be back. So Pietro put on some sitcom called The Dick Van Dyke Show.

It was a silly show, but admirable. Pietro clearly loved it. I remember how his eyes lit up at it, repeating the dialogue every now and then.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

He glances at me, smiling still plastered on his face. He looks like a little kid, as if Christmas has just come or something. I have never seen him this giddy before.

"What, repeating the wordings? It helps me learn English. Mama and Papa would have TV nights every week, only rule was to practice our English. Wanda's favorite was The Dick Van Dyke Show. It was the last thing we watched before they died. Season two episode twenty-one. She was a sucker for the sitcoms. It used to annoy me but now, it helps me understand her. You would like her, you know."

The dumb smile on my face is a dead giveaway that I am lost in my thoughts. She comes over to me and raises an eyebrow in questioning, "everything alright?"

Her eyes follow my gaze at her television, to which she breathes out a nostalgic sigh. Her feet hover in front of the screen, fingers gently placed on it while she chokes back obvious tears but manages to smile anyways.

"The Dick Van Dyke Show...I'm watching my favorite episode-" "Season two, episode twenty-one. Right?"

She freezes in place, head snapping over to me before she realizes how I know the information, face breaking out into a grin while she drops her hands to her sides, making her way over to me, gesturing for me to join her at the edge of her bed.

"I take it you've heard about this show from someone before."

"I would say that is an accurate statement. We watched it together, he would repeat the dialogue. Said it was your rule for family TV night, for you to practice your English."

Wanda pulls her lips inwards while her eyes cast up towards mine, alternating between the two with a slow nod. I can't place my finger on what she is thinking right now, nor do I want to read her mind and make it unfair. But the look she is giving seems to be somewhat...appreciative and swirling with this adoration that makes my skin buzz and heart thump against my chest.

"It's amazing how much you know about me, even from before you knew about me. Even the littlest things like my favorite sitcom episode."

A corner of my mouth twitches upwards, shrugging nonchalantly. I don't see the big deal. I spent a lot of time with Pietro, I know a lot about Wanda, and I keep learning more. I don't want to forget any details about her, no matter how small. Everything about her is something I want to know.

The air grows thick and I struggle to find a way to break the awkwardness, neither of us knowing what to say. I know I am going to have to talk to her about what I need to, but I don't know how to initiate it. How do you initiate pouring your heart out to someone?

"You asked if we could talk? What's on your mind moya lyubov?"

The fuck did she just say? Whatever it was, it sounded damn good rolling off her tongue like that.

Goddammit, focus Stark. We're on a mission here.

Fuck, okay, right right. Thank you little conscience. Least someone can stay on track.

I clear my throat and see that Wanda is staring at me, waiting patiently while her eyebrows pull together in concern at my nervous state. She knows I'm battling internally, that I'm about to actually say something serious and she can't predict what. At least she's holding back on reading my mind so I would say that's good...although maybe her reading my mind would make this easier. Then I wouldn't have to say anything!

Okay, no, I can do this. I have to.

"Alright I um...I suck at shit like this, okay? So you're just gonna have to stay with me."

She giggles. That's...good, right?

"I can do that."

Ah, a supportive giggle, she knows I'm nervous and is trying to lighten the mood.

"Right...so uh...well I know things have been weird lately. We keep doing this thing where we kiss and then don't talk after or we kiss and then fight or we kiss and then I get with someone else" She frowns at the end of that rant.

Okay, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned Nat...But I gotta keep going before I lose her interest and just piss her off.

"Anyways. I know things have been weird and I've been struggling in all honesty. You know I was with Nat for a little bit, but ever since I came back...not wanting to kill you or anything, I've been thinking. Then we made out and things happened and then I distanced myself again. I was only trying to figure things out. I needed to clear my head and I'm sorry if it upset you. But I came to a realization about you...about me. Okay, well about us."

She raises her eyebrows now, waiting for me to continue so I take another breath and try and gather all my thoughts. God I sound awkward right now.

"Hey," she places her hand on my cheek gently and brushes her thumb over my skin, causing me to meet her kind and soft gaze. Her eyes are just...god fucking dammit I want to kiss her right now. She's looking at me with such endearment, such tenderness.

"It's okay, just talk to me. It's just us right now. It's me you're talking to, you don't need to be nervous."

I can feel my mouth twitch with fondness at her words. She's so good. So perfect. So right about that statement. It is just us, I shouldn't be scared. I close my eyes and focus on what I can feel, and what I can feel is us. I can feel me and I can feel her. It's just us.

"You have been the one person I trusted since the beginning. When we met, I felt connected to you instantly, Wanda. I know the mind stone connects us but it's more than that. I feel connected to you through more than just my mind, it's like my body craves for you to be near and my hand craves to hold yours...My heart craves you. You're intoxicating, you're like that one thing you can never forget...like a song! You know...like when you hear a song at a young age that you're obsessed with, right? And then years go by but once you hear it on the radio, it's like muscle memory so you start singing all the lyrics by heart?"

I notice her eyes have started to fill up, at first it makes me nervous that I'm upsetting her but then her face starts to lift with a room-brightening smile, teeth and all. She nods understandingly at me so I keep going, smiling back at her, not breaking our eye contact for a second.

"Well you're my song, your smile and eyes are the lyrics that I know by heart, like muscle memory. If I didn't see you for ten years, I would still have that angelic smile and those soul lighting eyes engraved into my head. Your touch, how you hold me and caress my face, your kiss, how you hold my hand, that is the chords, keeping the song going...and your heart and the way you look at me...that is-that is the beat...the one thing that a song can't be without."

Tears are now streaming down her face as she listens to my words and I start to choke up myself, realizing what I am telling her.

"Put it all together and that makes...the world's most perfect song, a song that has been on repeat in my head since the day we met. And it is my favorite song. You are my favorite song, Wanda. I don't want to listen to any other songs. I just want to listen to you."

She can definitely hear how loud my heart is beating right now, right? Because I can and I feel like I'm listening to a damned drum line. I try to see her reaction, but I can't really tell through all of her tears right now...maybe that analogy made no sense, did it make no sense? Did I just completely sound like an idiot?

"That made absolutely no sense didn't it-" I'm cut off by lips pressing against mine. My heart feels like it is exploding inside of my chest, my brain is whirring with fireworks and thoughts and screams of joy all at once. I respond back quickly, feeling our lips moving together briefly before she pulls away with the biggest smile I have ever seen on this girl.

"I'll take it that you understood that analogy?"

Wanda giggles and nods while wiping her eyes.

"No one has ever...said anything like that to me, and then here you come along and say the things I have been waiting for you to say for such a long time now."

This is going good then, she's happy, I made her happy. That makes me happy.

"Well...I'm saying them. And I hope I'm not too late."

She turns back to the television where the husband and wife are heading to bed in separate beds and the credits start rolling, the theme song following it. Wanda takes it all in, closes her eyes with a satisfied smile and then reopens them upon turning back to me. She grabs my hand and looks down at our interlocked fingers, then back up at me through her lashes.

"I'd say you're right on time...and I think I just found my new favorite song. I think it'll be yours too."

I furrow my eyebrows now, not quite understanding her.

"And what song is that Red Eyes?"

With a gentle kiss and a warming smile, she shakes her head happily, tilting it with a joyous sigh.

"The song of us."

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A/N:

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