Wanda maximoff · Y/n story by @kaje

Times Square screamed with color. Billboards the size of buildings blazed overhead, flooding the streets with artificial daylight. Tourists swarmed like ants around a dropped ice cream cone, phones raised, mouths gaping.

???

leaning into the microphone with a toothy grin So, Mr. Stark, the question on everyone's mind—

Tony Stark

There's usually several questions on everyone's mind. Gotta be more specific, Clarice.

Clarice the Interviewer

laughs awkwardly Soulmates. How do the Avengers handle the whole soulmate thing?

A ripple went through the crowd. A few people cheered. Others elbowed their neighbors, whispering.

Clarice

I mean, most of you are in your thirties or older. The average age people find their soulmate is early twenties. Some of you are even soulmates with each other—Mr. Stark and Miss Potts, Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes—

Steve Rogers

stiffening almost imperceptibly That's a private matter.

Clarice

Of course! I'm just curious how the dynamics work. Does it cause tension? Do the unmatched Avengers feel... left out?

The question hung in the air like smoke. Clint Barton was suddenly very interested in his shoelaces. Pietro Maximoff crossed his arms and stared at the interviewer with an unreadable expression.

Natasha Romanoff

smoothly We're professionals. We focus on the mission.

Clarice

But surely—

You weren't paying attention. You'd only come because your cousin dragged you here, claiming it was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Southerners thought superheroes were a joke. A bunch of egomaniacs in spandex playing dress-up.

Wanda Maximoff

barely a whisper, but you heard it somehow... Who?