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Wanda woke up slowly. She lay on her side. The bed was larger than her own, the sheets were warmer, and the room was bigger than her own. She was unaware where she was.
She looked around and felt an air of luxury around everything. She felt a wrist between her neck and the wide and soft pillow. She turned around.
Before she saw him, she remembered. She had initiated. She had wanted. She had slept with her friend's ex-husband. What kind of woman does that?
Tony Stark slept with a smile on his face and looked intolerably charming. She should leave and pretend last night never happened. He had been her first one-night stand. She didn't want to go. Her body yearned to roll closed, to stay on his side.
She wouldn't do that. She should have never even kissed him at Clint's party. She shouldn't have accepted the drive home. At least not to his apartment.
She shouldn't have done... all the things you do with playboys only. When the guy has most likely seen it all and done it all before. You don't have to think anything because he guides you even when you think you're the one leading.
She was blushing. She felt her heart beating faster and the blood rushing into her hips and into her lower belly. Her skin was feeling echoes of touches. Her tits felt heavier (she felt them more these days).
Then she remembered.
She remembered her stupidity far beyond Tony Stark. She remembered Peter Parker. She laid her hand on her belly. She was a stupid woman. Likely the most stupid woman the old playboy had ever shared a bed with.
She turned facing the door instead of him and sat up.
"Going somewhere?" She didn't answer. "Are you alright?", he asked with a soft and worried voice.
She turned at him.
"Last night wasn't good?" He asked, puzzled.
"It was... fantastic", she had to admit. "It's just... one-night stands are not for me." Because when I have sex, I fall in love, but she didn't say that. He didn't have to know.
He looked at her like he was wondering what she was thinking. It felt good. No other man had ever looked at her like that. No one had ever cared how she really thought and felt. Or probably she had tried to hide her true feelings more. She had tried to be polite.
With him, she felt free to be herself. No wonder so many women liked him. In addition to his willingness to serve for an orgasm. She blushed again.
"Don't be a one-night stand", he continued. "Be my girlfriend instead."
"Like one of... how many?" Natasha Romanov, Carol Danvers, Yelena Belova... There had to be others. Oh yes, women talked.
"Exclusive. Be the only woman I share my bed and body with." Yeah, right. Sure.
"Why would you leave your army of booty-call-in-girls?" She had to smile at him. Those girls had made her curious. Now she knew what they had been talking about.
"For a lady by my side", he said looking serious, "and a permanent resident in my bed."
She moved her feet towards him to make a barrier between them, to stop herself from rushing into his arms again. He touched them tenderly like they were the most precious thing in the world. She should have remembered Tony Stark had a foot fetish!
"Move in with me."
She couldn't say a word when his touch sent waves of pleasure through her body. She opened her legs a bit and now he could see it all. It wasn't like that... she wasn't like that with Vision. Or with Peter.
She shut her legs and drew her feet away from him. She should leave.
He sat beside her and took her hands into his. She didn't draw them away. He looked into her eyes with a serious face and after having an answer to a silent question, he pulled her into his arms. He was too good at this, talking, without saying a word.
She let her secret out. "Tony, I'm pregnant."
"Well... congratulations?" His voice was uncharacteristically unsure. "You kind of look like you are... a bit."
Of course, he had fucked pregnant women before. Who hadn't he?
So? She looked at him.
"My proposition still stands, you know?"
"Really?" She had to lower her gaze. "You don't seem like a man who eats leftovers."
"I don't expect my partner to be a virgin." He sounded amused. She couldn't look at her. He caressed her cheek and continued: "What's the deal with the father?"
"My lawyer is working on it."
He drew her even closer to him. "Good girl." There was more than a hint of amusement in his voice now. She wasn't laughing!
"What do you wish the outcome to be?"
That I never see him again! "I... I don't know." He kept caressing her. She kept talking. "He didn't want me to have his children. I will have twins."
"Is he married?"
"No... he's engaged. He proposed to his ex-girlfriend after he had heard about my pregnancy."
"I'm sorry to hear that." He almost sounded convincing.
"No, you are not."
"Well, you wouldn't be here if he had proposed to you and now you are." He kissed her forehead. "My proposal still stands. Be my exclusive girlfriend, and move in with me. Your kids need a father."
"Since when have you wanted to be a father?"
"Since nineteen months ago", he reached for the bedside table drawer, "when I had the opportunity to be one first time in my life." He showed a positive pregnancy test in his hand.
Oh dear. Oh, Darcy! Wanda had no idea. Darcy had never told her. Wanda had had her troubles and her friend had had hers, too. "Oh Tony, I'm so sorry." She couldn't bear to lose her children! She felt tears on her cheeks.
"It's alright." He comforted her with his calm body.
"Why didn't you try again?" What a stupid thing to say! Maybe they had!
"We didn't try for the first time. It was just an accident. And after the miscarriage, she didn't want to try on purpose. But I had already bought the idea."
"Would you like to have children... of our blood, later?" She was open to having more children.
"Well, it doesn't matter what I want in the matter. When I was sixteen, I made sure I wouldn't have biological children." She heard a dark undertone in his voice—bitterness, not sadness.
And if it wasn't his child..."So you had an open relationship with Darcy?"
He was silent for a moment. "Only with same-sex partners". he said dryly.
They sat in silence for a moment. She was thinking. She wanted to be with him. Her body wanted to be with him. But... "I can't be your girlfriend."
"Be my wife, then. Marry me."
She had heard that before. From Vision. From Peter. Well, not from Peter, not with those words. He had just let her believe so by envisioning the future. Beautiful lies. She had been stupid to believe them.
"I can't marry my friend's ex-husband." She wanted to, though.
"Do you think Darcy cares?"
If she had become pregnant, she would have cheated on him.
"She still loves you", though she would never admit that to him. And if Wanda had been a good friend, she wouldn't have told him.
"Yeah, right."
"That's why she irritates you, you know. She hates that you don't care." If she was going to be with him, he had to know the truth.
"She initiated the divorce."
"When did you stop loving her?" Or did you?
"Don't you girls talk about everything?"
She hadn't told her about the miscarriage, or the pregnancy. Or her cheating. She stayed quiet. Sometimes it was the best way to get the other to talk.
She was not going to give up and talk first.
"I stopped loving her when she stopped respecting me." Now Wanda got it. Darcy had not only broken his heart but hurt his ego, too. And that had helped him recover so soon.
"She's leaving town, you know, and the whole country. The continent, even", he told her.
"Oh, I didn't know that." It was apparent Darcy didn't share her plans with her friends.
"Oh, she doesn't know it yet. But she'll have a career opportunity in Wakanda she can't say no to."
"You are sending her away?"
He looked innocent. "I may have had a word for her. I like to help a bright woman's career."
Wanda kept touching his pectorals, his abs... "It's Peter", she said.
"What?"
"Peter Parker is the father of my children. He took a concom away in the middle of an act and came into me."
There were many feelings on Tony's face. Calculating was one of them. It wasn't going to "There you see what kind of men boys become when they grow up without a father." There was a just so slight hint of amusement in his voice that it didn't irritate her.
"So, you are okay with that?" she asked.
"What? No, I'm not okay with what he did to you! He practically raped you. Nonconsensual acts are rape nowadays, right?"
He read her question before she could find the suitable words.
"Yes, I will have you even if he was the one who made you pregnant."
Finally, she surrendered her body's will and sealed her lips onto his.
"Listen, about the marriage...", she whispered, when they broke the kiss. She had it all well planned now.