Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of SHIELD or Avengers: Age of Ultron or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Wanda Maximoff barely had a chance to settle into her new home before there was a knock at the door, which caused her to frown suspiciously. She could only sense one person outside, but there was nothing too suspicious about the things that person was thinking.
But then, up until a few days ago, she had been an enemy of The Avengers, and labelled a terrorist. Captain Rogers had been nice enough to grant her request for time to think about joining his team, but it was doubtful his teammates were as forgiving of her actions. Or the authorities, for that matter. So she cautiously approached the door, half expecting to find an officer of the law, or an Avenger, waiting on the other side of it.
Instead she was greeted by the sight of a woman close to her age, height and weight. Except she was Asian, and had a disarming smile which made Wanda feel strange. Fuzzy. And there was no recollection in her eyes, no horror and discussed, or even fear. Wanda would've been a fool to trust this woman, given the timing, but part of her wanted to, for some reason.
God, if only Natasha would look at her that way. Wait, what was she thinking? And why was she just staring? It wasn't exactly Wanda's job to break the tension between them, but she felt compelled too, even though she didn't know why. But she couldn't help it, or any of her other reactions, as this woman was just so beautiful.
"Can I help you?" Wanda asked finally.
"Hi, I'm Chloe." Chloe introduced herself, holding out her hand, "I live across the hall. You just moved in, right?"
"Right." Wanda confirmed cautiously, eyeing the hand suspiciously.
"I guess that makes us neighbours." Chloe said cheerily, before deflating somewhat as she pulled back her hand, "But if you want to be left alone, I understand."
Wanda frowned, "You are not afraid of me?"
"Why? Are you famous or something?" Chloe questioned, "Because I don't really keep up with that stuff. Or news in general. Hey, you're not a serial killer, are you?"
"I..." Wanda began, although she was startled and unsure what to say.
"That was a joke." Chloe quickly clarified, before nervously adding, "I actually keep track of serial killers. I know, morbid, right? But it's good to keep an eye out, and everyone's got to have a hobby, and no offense, but you don't look like you're a serial killer and... I'm rambling again, aren't I? Sorry, kind of pick that up from this English girl I'm crushing on. Not that I'm crushing on you. You're just really pretty, I get nervous when meeting new people, and I... I just wanted to see if you wanted a friend? If only to water your plants, or feed your cat, or whatever? Or do you just want me to go away? I didn't mean to harass you, I was just trying to be neighbourly..."
There was a long pause and then Wanda asked, "I, I could use a friend."
"It's settled then." Chloe beamed, "Friends."
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Friends probably didn't imagine kissing each other, and Wanda tried not too, but she just couldn't help it. Right from the first time she saw her Wanda wanted to kiss her, and do many other things which some would consider scandalous. But Chloe just made it so easy. She wasn't even that much older than Wanda, but she talked about her attraction to both men and women with such effortless confidence that it was breath-taking.
Really everything about her was breath-taking, and charming, and so disarming that Wanda almost didn't recognize that she was telling the stranger way too much. It took less than a week for her to confess her real name, the things she had done, and how it had cost her the last member of her family, her brother, and now she just wanted to make up for it.
The other woman listened to her with superhuman levels of understanding and grace that should've been a red flag, but Wanda was just so desperate to believe it. Believe that someone in this world, who wasn't an Avenger, could hear her side of the story, and sympathize with her. But eventually she was forced to face the truth, her new friend was hiding something. Everybody was.
Even behind the nicest faces people thought unspeakable things, fantasizing about things that for better or for worse they would probably never do, but those thoughts were still there. Not Chloe though. No, she was always thinking nice, nonthreatening thoughts, to the point it seemed like she was trying too hard.
*
Daisy Johnson wasn't originally planning to seduce Wanda Maximoff. She'd simply decided that her undercover persona, Chloe Bennett, would be very open about herself, which would hopefully encourage Wanda to be open with her. And more importantly, not to look too deep in her mind, as a type of mental block would've been too suspicious.
Also if she was being honest, Daisy just wanted someone to vent to about Jemma, and it wasn't like there was anyone else she could talk to outside of work, having fallen out of touch with anyone who wasn't an Agent of SHIELD. Which had been good for her, but also it had unexpected consequences. Namely Wanda been very obviously attracted to her.
If she hadn't met Wanda as part of a mission, Daisy would have probably seduced her by now, and while she probably missed the window she couldn't stop thinking about it. To be fair with someone like Wanda Maximoff she couldn't trust at her thoughts were her own, which was scary, but for the most part she thought it was true, and eventually she admitted the information to Colson.
Part of her was hoping that he'd tell her not to risk it, but deep down she knew he would point out that she had to use every angle she could to get the job done. She also predicted he would be embarrassed, but he gave her the order she had been expecting. So now this was what this was, an order. And for better or for worse, she had to follow it.
"Wanda, hi!" Daisy beamed, hugging her target as soon as she opened the door.
Wanda wasn't really used to being hugged, but she welcomed it, especially as their bodies seem to fit together and all the right places, "Hello Chloe."
Pulling back just after it was appropriate Daisy insisted, "Come in, come in, everything is ready."
"It smells so good." Wanda smiled softly, flowing Daisy into the kitchen, "Can I help?"
"No, I got it. You just sit your cute butt down and wait while I dish up." Daisy insisted.
Thinking nothing of it, Wanda made her way to the dining table and then frowned, "What's the occasion?"