THE SCARLET WITCH DOES THE AVENGERS
by kentonbrownsuperstoner
#1. AVENGERS '65: THE SCARLET WITCH MEETS IRON MAN
Wanda loves being bent over like this. Helpless. Unprotected.
Unprotected in every single sense of the word.
Tony's hands on her hips, hard, squeezing her tight enough that he would leave bruises she would have to magic away.
"Pounding the fuck" out of her "magic little cunt," per Tony's words.
Wanda loved it when Tony Stark aka
The Invincible Iron Man!
bent her over his desk and railed her like he owned her, like one of the many whores who bent over this desk for Tony to get himself off inside. The pressure of the desk underneath her almost uncomfortable on her clit. Almost.
The pressure of Tony's hard cock going in and out of her. Pounding. Insistent. Big.
Again, almost uncomfortable. Almost.
But the pain and the discomfort was part of the fun for Wanda, too. No magic, no powers, no defenses. No control.
Folded over like a rag doll and getting railed by some rich alcoholic nearly twice her age.
To Wanda, it felt like nature was healing.
#2. AVENGERS '65-'66: THE SCARLET WITCH MEETS ANT MAN
The last few years of her life have been insane. Her entire life has been insane, but since '63, everything has been exceptionally insane.
Fighting X-Men. Fighting family. Becoming an Avenger and now fighting monsters and aliens and gods and supervillains.
Sometimes Wanda wishes she had just gone to college.
One of her very many secrets is this apartment. It's not hers, but the lady whose apartment it is, is so susceptible to Wanda's Hex Power, that Wanda doesn't even have to blast her every time anymore, the old woman recognizes her and lets her in.
Recognizes Wanda and lets Wands in under a different name. "Ah, if it isn't my niece Rachel, come to pay your lonely aunt a visit. Come in, come in..." Wanda likes that, in case anyone should ever be in the hallway and think that striking brunette looks familiar. Film star? No. Singer? No. Avenger? Hmmm, maybe...
Wanda did not tell her colleagues about this secret hideout of hers. She needed this to stay secret. She needed a place where she could get away. Get away, and sew.
With sewing there is no Hex Power involved. Only her physical hands and her physical mind.
She loves doing and being good at something that does not use or require her mutant ability. She is simply like anyone else, and better than anyone else for the same reasons anyone might be good at sewing. The reasons anyone might be good at making clothing.
Taste. Style. Effort. Things that are hers, and not her mutant destiny.
The pre-war, rent-controlled apartment was spacious with few windows and little light, in an awkward, high position in the building. But it had a large dining room, that the actual occupant had already converted to a sewing room long before she met her "niece Rachel." Wanda had come into her sewing supply store, incognito. Looking for sewing supplies, like normal. Wanda struck up a friendly conversation and when the Old Woman told her about her sewing room, then the nice young lady so properly dressed asked to see it and that seemed so reasonable to the Old Lady...
Wanda lets her silent landlord sleep on the couch should Wanda ever wish to stay overnight. She has her own room at the Avengers Mansion, and she knows some Avengers have other homes other places, some publicly known, some private. She knows some have secret hideaways like hers. She knows, it is her power to be able to know.
But she knows they do not know about this one, they do not know about her secret hideout. It is her power to be able to know what they know and what they do not know.
And so out of her signature scarlet red leotard and tights and cape and headdress, in the most comfy and shapeless rags she can find, Wanda spends hours with scissors and machine and measuring tape, designing and dressmaking. Repairs to her official costume she makes in her rooms at the Mansion.
But here she can change and improve her store-bought frocks, and she can make designs for herself and for her friends.
The look on everyone's faces when she admitted, that day in the Spring of '66, to sewing Hank Pym a new costume out of the high-tech material in his lab, in case he ever returned from where he had gone missing--that had been the biggest surprise in that life-or-death saga it turned out to be, ultimately forcing Hank and Janet to finally reveal to all that they were Ant-Man and The Wasp.
Of course Captain America said he did not know. Wanda thought that was probably true, given what a dull square he was.
Yet, "Wanda sews?" was an even bigger surprise for them all, bigger than the secret identity reveals or even the life and death they all fought through. Vanquishing villains and discovering hidden villain plots and hidden villain weaknesses was one thing, but, "the Scarlet Witch sews?"
Though of course everyone was also shocked, they claimed, about Hank and Janet.
But Wanda already knew about Hank and Janet. She knew Hank hated to interrupt his important experiments to give Janet any time. But she knew The Wasp never stayed at the Mansion, so it was easy for Wanda to wander down, in her nightgown, to Hank's laboratory one evening at two a.m.
This was the late Spring of '65. Wanda and her brother had just joined and moved into the Mansion.
Wanda was shocked at how empty the place was late at night. Majestic and still. Most Avengers lived someplace else.
She left her room.
No one else around. Barefeet. Silk. Perfume. Two quick sprays, for good measure.
Mostly shadows through the old house, no one seeing her or stopping her as she took the elevator to the science floors.
Hank had an open bottle of whisky and a giant-man-sized smile.
