Chapter 3 - Wanda Maximoff

“So you, like, KNOW The Scarlet Witch?” Kate’s voice questioned from the backseat. “You just casually have one of the Avengers on speed dial, like it's your favourite takeaway place?
 
Cruising down the highway at ninety miles an hour, Tye Dreykov rolled his eyes for what felt like the tenth time from where he was sitting in the passenger seat of their freshly bought four-seater Sedan
 
“Yes, Kate. I know THE Scarlet Witch.” He sighed. “She’s a… friend?”
 
The ominous creaking of the leather steering wheel gripped in Yelena’s hands drew his eyes, and a wintery chill touched the back of his neck even in the summer heat as he quickly tried to backpedal.
 
“ACQUAINTANCE! Yes, she’s an acquaintance, from… from a while ago.”
 
A nervous chuckle bubbled up in his throat even, as he watched the blonde assassin's knuckles relax with a barely restrained cry of relief.
 
“What kind of acquaintance?” Kate’s upbeat curiosity crushed any such feelings. Even worse, she carried on, ignoring his desperate mental begging and pushing her head between the front seats to look him in the eye. “Like a ‘me’ acquaintance? Or a Yelena acquaintance?” She ignored his stink eye with ease, waggling her eyebrows as she grinned.
 
Tye’s latent survival instincts kicked in as he shot furtive glances over to the driver's side of the car. “I really don’t think this is something you need to be worried about-”
 
“Are you fucking her?”
 
‘CRACK’
 
The sound of what could only be a fake molar shattering in its casing echoed throughout the car as Tye loudly, reflexively, squeaked in fear, and began furiously waving his arms.
 
“NO! No, nyet, nope. Definitely not fucking her. She’s just someone I… know?”
 
‘SNAP’
 
“KNEW!”
 
“Ahhhh.”
 
Kate’s head turned back to the road and carefully withdrew into the back of the car as she pondered his answer, leaving Tye to slump in relief as Yelena’s far too intense calm led to them switching lanes.
 
“...”
 
“But you DID fuck her!”
 
Luscious brunette hair whipped forward between the front seats as Tye screamed like a little girl before quickly scrambling as far into the passenger side door as he possibly could, heart thundering as his breath like a racing horse as Kate laughed at his plight before freezing.
 
Creakingly, like something out of a horror movie, the both of them turned to face their driver. Even Kate’s instincts had managed to pick up on the cold fury radiating out of their usually sarcastic killer bombshell, and he was ready to weep tears at it being too late just as Yelena’s bored-sounding voice filled the car.
 
“Tye?”
 
Her left hand adjusted something on the centre console as he gulped and found his hand wrapping around Kate’s for support.
 
“Yes?” He fearfully licked his lips. “Dear?”
 
Kate mouthed the word ‘Dear’ to him just as he helplessly shrugged his shoulders, looking equally bewildered as their third reached over and touched his knee.
 
“Tell her the story.”
 
The hand on his knee squeezed down almost to the point of pain as Tye meeped and curled up slightly on the seat.
 
“Before I have to shoot you.”
 
“... Okay.”
 
There were few things more terrifying than having your imminent demise explained to you in the same tone someone would comment on the weather. So, he did what any strong, brave Russian would do!
 
Making the sign of Christ on his chest and shakily turning to look Kate in the eyes, Tye wet his lips and hoped his voice didn’t sound as squeaky as it felt.
 
“So, basically, it all started with some business I had in Westview, New Jersey…”
 


Two Years Prior…
 
“Bye Dad!”
 
“Bye Dad!”
 
“Thanks for breakfast!”
 
“See you later!”
 
Four sets of cheerful footsteps shook the house like a stampede as their owners, all teen girls heading off to enjoy their senior year of high school, gathered the last of their belongings and sprinted out the door to catch their still waiting bus.
 
Still sat at the breakfast table with a plate of eggs and bacon on one side and a steaming cup of black coffee on the other was me, Tyler Allen. A simple engineer at the nearby factory, loving husband, father of four, and apparently the ONLY person who knows that everything around us is a lie. 
 
Because I’m not really Tyler Allen. My name is Tye Dreykov. Son of the late monster of the Red State, General Dreykov, and now the only head of the covert Black Widow programme. A programme consisting of a veritable army of genetically enhanced spies all keyed into my pheromones, four of whom now only knew me as their hard-working father, and who chastely kissed me on the cheek not realising that less than a week ago we had come to this small, sleepy town to secure a new weapons pipeline courtesy of the most influential New York Mafia.
 
They’d forgotten everything, including the fact that their ‘father’ had been in the middle of introducing all four of them to the soft, well cared for bedding of their five-star hotel room when the sky turned to fire and everything around them started to shift.
 
The last thing I heard was the confused cries of my beautifully nubile assassins before I woke up here, in my brand new suburban home which looked like something straight out of an American 1950s sit-com. Sleeping next to my brand new wife.
 
Now THAT was something to be unpacked later.
 
A sudden knocking at the door shook me, Tyler, I had to sternly remind myself, of those thoughts. The newspaper in my hand fell to the table before I climbed up from the cosy wooden table and headed towards the front of the house to open the door.
 
“Ah, Vision!” I plastered the phoney smile I’d spent the whole week practising onto my face and held onto it like my life depended on it.
 
Because it did.
 
“What are you doing crossing over to this neck of the woods, neighbour?”
 
It was odd looking at the artificially toned human, even odder knowing that said being was stone. Cold. Dead. Or at least he should have been.
 
“Greetings, Tyler!” The smile on his face was warm, welcoming, holy shit this is a zombie. “I’m afraid I require your help once more.”
 
“Ah. The sink again?” I guessed tentatively.
 
“Unfortunately so.” Vision nodded, then frowned. “I tried your advice, but no matter what I do it nevertheless continues to leak. My wife has become quite insistent that I fix it.”
 
Oh really?
 
“Hmm, well.” I had to really battle to not seem overeager. “I suppose I wouldn't mind giving you a hand. I’ll just grab my toolbox and head right over.”
 
“Excellent!” Vision grinned, reaching out to clap me heavily on the shoulder. “I really do appreciate this.”
 
“Sure!” Shit. “Anything for a neighbour.”
 
There was guilt, sure, because Vision was genuinely just a nice person, all the time. And it’s not like he knew what was going on, or that he was being played… but I knew something he didn’t.
 
Everyone in this weird, freaky, stuck-in-time town had a purpose, had a role. Some were a lot simpler to define, like the husband, or the postman. Others like say, a neighbour, were a bit vaguer. But I’d pieced together the puzzle. This wasn’t just some freaky town. This was a freaky town that someone had very specifically gone to GREAT lengths in turning it into their own little doll house, a fantasy life.
 
The latest reports my girls had managed to secure before they went and got their minds wiped also painted a fairly clear picture of who. Was it dangerous? Absolutely. But this wasn’t a chance I was willing to miss.
 
The toolbox was easily found, and with today conveniently being a day I had off work, there was nothing holding me back from accompanying Vision across the road to the clearly well-tended House he owned. Seriously, I couldn’t find a single reason… not one.
 
So we reached the door, wiped off our shoes and ducked inside the clearly loved family home.
 
“The kitchen is right through there.” Vision waved his arm forward, indicating one of the doors further ahead as I angled myself towards it. “Don’t be afraid to seek me out should you need anything else.”
 
Polite, sophisticated, aaaaaand he was gone. Watching him disappear off to who knows where in the house, I quickly found myself left to my own devices. As I moved forward through the hall, I couldn’t help letting my curiosity overtake me, examining the wall of pictures surrounding the Maximoff family, all set inside their simple, but tasteful frames. My eyes did keep gliding over towards one face in particular though, its owner filling my thoughts with an added tingle of excitement as I entered the stereotypical kitchen and quickly situated myself by plopping my tools down by the cupboard directly underneath the sink.
 
Pulling it open revealed a simple array of plumbing that was practically childs play to me, and would have been easily fixable for any man, especially any artificial man, made even SIMPLER by the instructions I’d offered the first time Vision had come to me.
 
Or, it would have been simpler, if I hadn’t been sabotaging him from the beginning.
 
Everything was coming together, and after a couple minutes of hemming and hawing, the key to my plans stepped through the back door, right into my waiting hands.
 
“Oh! Oh my, sorry about that, I wasn’t aware we were having… company?”
 
I was anything but surprised. That didn’t mean I couldn’t fake it though, forcing my eyes to widen and my mouth to open in uncertainty as I turned and faced the beauty who’d just stepped through onto the kitchen's linoleum floors. She’d clearly just come in from the garden, her calf-high leather boots rising almost to the knee as she tugged off a pair of thick, worn gardening gloves. A light and airy floral sundress danced around her thighs as she daintily tried smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles and dirt formed from a hard day's work. Her face was the definition of heart-shaped, with soft creamy skin that immediately stirred something in my trousers to life as she pursed a pair of thick, blood red lips and reached for the wide brimmed sun hat on her head.
 
Fiery ginger hair came tumbling free around her shoulders as she pulled it off, framing her pronounced cheekbones and rich green eyes as she finished and turned back to me with a smile.
 
“I suppose you must be our neighbour from across the road?”
 
Even tinged with curiosity her smile lit up the room, and I found myself momentarily struck speechless as she stepped across the floor so smoothly I could have sworn she danced before jutting out her hand for a shake.
 
“I-I suppose I am.” The stutter was involuntary, but she politely pretended not to notice just how flustered I was as I took her far smaller hand in my Russian palm and squeezed.
 
As I pumped it softly, she bent forward with the motion and any hopes of appearing altogether harmless and innocent went down the proverbial drain as her dress's plunging neckline dipped low enough to present an entire wall's worth of creamy white cleavage. They were utterly flawless, plump and smooth as they hung from her chest, wobbling enticingly in their cage until she straightened up and I realised that I’d never let go of her hand.
 
Shooting back up to her eyes killed any dreams that she somehow hadn’t noticed my awe, but the flattered tilt to the corners of her mouth suggested she didn't truly mind. That and the way she hadn’t pulled her hand away from mine either, even making me jump slightly as her thumb brushed across the top of my knuckles before she finally let go and showed mercy by letting me take the lead.
 
“It’s a pleasure.” I gathered myself, throwing together my most charming smile. “You must be Mrs. Maximoff.”
 
“That I am!” She laughed, tucking a hair behind her ear and somehow appearing even more beautiful. “And I believe my husband mentioned your name was Tyler?”
 
“Funny, and yet he failed to mention just how beautiful you are.” 
 
I leaned back against the sink with my arms crossed against my chest as she giggled politely.
 
“Hmhm. May I?”
 
I followed her outstretched hand to the small stack of plates sitting innocently on the side, waiting to be washed.
 
“Of course!” I quickly bowed out of the way, drinking another one of those smiles as she stepped past and grabbed a plate. “Be warned though. Vision was saying something about the pressure being off, and I haven’t had the chance to give it a look over-”
 
Wanda clearly had one ear tuned into the conversation, but that didn’t stop her from reaching for the tap and giving it a sharp twist.
 
“KYAH!”
 
“... yet.”
 
Loudly yelping in shock she leapt back, the ice cold spray having burst forth and splashed her from lips to neck. Her arms flailed and she would have gone tumbling over onto her back, if it hadn’t been for me shooting forward and catching her against my chest, carefully hiding the glee on my face as she gasped and futilely tried to wipe the water off of her front.
 
Being a significant bit taller than her, however, meant that I had the perfect vantage point over her shoulder to look down at the mess I’d caused. One that completely soaked her front, drenching the wickedly thin fabric of her dress and leaving it clinging to the contour of her breasts like the thing had been spray painted on. Her hands came up to pull at the fabric, and I quickly had to angle my hips so that she couldn’t feel the ivory tower springing to life in my pants. Crystalline droplets ran from her plump, beautiful lips and traced a trail down her chin, gliding across the swanlike curve of her neck before following the law of gravity and taking a deep, jealousy invoking dive into the milky walls of her breasts. When Wanda tugged at the now flimsy garment I realised that her bra was both very white and very lacey, barely reaching up over the now pointed peaks of her nipples and even leaving just a hint of perfectly rounded pink areola.
 
When she realised what she was doing and just what kind of position we were in, that entire snow white complexion turned a flustered red. 
 
“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” I cut in before she could say anything, already reaching out for the nearest clean dish towel and whipping it towards her face while she was still too shocked to protest. “Vision told me he was still having problems, so I thought it hadn't changed since the last time he asked. He never mentioned that it had gotten so much worse.”
 
My tone of voice was so apologetic, so remorseful, that Wanda couldn’t respond in time to stop me from bringing the towel up to her face and begin drying her off. Crossing my right arm against her chest, I dabbed at her other cheek and absentmindedly pressed my wrist to her nose.
 
By the time her shock wore off, it was already too late. She breathed in, then breathed deeper again, inflating her lungs to their limit and accidentally thrusting her chest forward so that those magnificently pillowy tits moulded themselves to my arm while the rest of her started to relax.
 
“I-it’s fine.” She stammered, arms held rigidly to her sides as she froze but did nothing to deter me cleaning her up. “It’s m-my fault, I’m the one who should be sorry. I should have been paying attention. You can’t be too hard on Vision though. He’s a good man, but he can sometimes be a little… scatterbrained.”
 
The sound of her breath hitching made my lips curl connivingly, even as I brought the slowly dampening towel down from her face to her neck, drying less and more just smearing a thin, sparkling sheen of moisture all across her front while she gulped and subconsciously licked her lips.
 
“Don’t apologise.” I murmured maybe a little too close to her ear, taking a small risk before the certainty of my pheromones taking effect became clear. The goosebumps it created across her slender neck told me I was on the right track though, and so I carried on as she stiffened in my grip and flicked her eyes to the towel dabbing at her cleavage. “Accidents happen, and I know Vision is more for the theoretical… and a little less for the practical.”
 
Her spine went ramrod and I could almost hear her eyes snap open from their half-lidded state as my hands fell to her hips. She was frozen with indecision, her mind telling her this was inappropriate even as her body all so subtly preened under my touch. That didn’t stop my fingers from gently massaging her waist though, its waspish slenderness exploding out into a pair of wide hips that could have easily birthed two young boys, while subsequently leaving her with an ass so fat that the urge to hotdog her through both of our clothes almost overtook me before I could stop myself.
 
“You’re far too kind ma’am.” Her head tilted to the side as my nose puffed air across the back of her ear, and I didn't even need to pull for her hips to push just a little back until they brushed the tip of my arousal. “Sweet, beautiful and forgiving? No wonder he keeps you hidden away.”
 
I didn’t need to see her face to know what was there. Confused eyes, a reluctantly flattered smile. Irritation at her husband for not warning her or me about the sink. Those lips opened, but I decided to keep the initiative I'd built and backed away first before she could utter a complaint. 
 
“I should get to work. Sink isn’t going to fix itself, am I right?”
 
I don’t think she even noticed how she wiggled at the sudden loss of heat, her self-awareness leaving her mortified at just how hot and bothered she’d become as she spun around and backed three steps away, coughing into a hand to try and hide her red cheeks. She was scrambling to rationalise her reaction, and the only explanation? I was a truly kind man who had gone out of his way to be helpful, and any hint of unscrupulousness in my behaviour was simply her being paranoid.
 
“Y-yes, I suppose so!” She laughed along politely, refusing to meet my eyes and looking anywhere else as I smirked. “Well, if you need anything? Just give me or Vision a shout. He’ll be up in his study, but the boys are away at a friends for the night, so you should have all the peace and quiet you need.”
 
“Well, thank you very much, Ma’am.” I nodded my head. That certainly was reassuring. “I’ll be sure to do that.”
 
Feeling her eyes finally return to me as I looked away and moved towards the toolbox, I’d only just pulled the doors open as her voice rose.
 
“Wanda.” She blurted out.
 
I turned and looked at her curiously, though I could feel my eyes dancing as she shifted on the spot and smiled back at me nervously.
 
“You can call me Wanda… if you’d like?”
 
I didn’t speak for a moment, letting her stew in her thoughts about why she’d just done that before cutting her mind off from investigating it any further.
 
“Wanda it is.”
 
Once again, her smile lit up the room, and I watched as she glided her way to and out the door.
 
‘Like shooting fish in a-’
 


Present…
“-barrel? Seriously?” Kate’s voice interrupted Tye as she turned away from watching out for voyeurs and stared at him with complete and utter disappointment. “Did you seriously just say that?”
 
“GLRRRCH!”
 
“See?” She waved her hand towards the car and carried on. “Even Yelena thinks that was cringe.”
 
“Now that’s just not true.” Tye pouted, lips twitching as he stood facing the door to the back seat of their car. “Yelena loves my hyperboles, don’t you Yelena?”
 
“SCHLURK!”
 
“See?”
 
They’d been driving for quite a while at this point, and all three of them had agreed that finding a quiet, secluded spot to climb out and stretch their legs was well in order. That being said, no one was more aware than Tye of irritation slowly mounting in their driver, one who had taken to breaking her cool indifference in favour of releasing the occasional, arguably adorable, growl.
 
So what had been his solution?
 
“AH!”
 
The playful scraping of teeth along his underside sent shivers racing up Tye’s spine as he turned away from Kate back to the wild cat perched in the back of their car. She was up on all fours atop the backseat, blonde hair gathered as a long ponytail in his fist as he kept it pulled out of the way so that those wild, eager eyes could have an uninterrupted view of him from where she was currently deepthroating his cock.
 
“Soooo? What did you do?” Kate asked, nobly ignoring her own blush and the heat in her cheeks as she listened to the overly sloppy sounds of Yelena’s mouth bobbing back and forth along what she knew was a tremendously fat cock.
 
“I fixed their sink!” Tye grunted.
 
Yelena’s boundless enthusiasm lead to her throwing off their timing and plunging Tye far deeper into her throat, almost breaching her stomach as he moaned and watched those lewd lips that were usually so quick to offer a witty, sarcastic response, stretch around his girth while spit from her freshly excavated throat coated her chin.
 
“Yeah, but that's obviously not all you were doing… right?”
 
Tye shook his head as one warm, slippery tongue began wagging along the fat vein travelling along the side of his dick, causing him to bite his lip as Kate peeked through the window and began rubbing both thighs together at the sight of what she found.
 
“Of course not!” Tye grunted again, though this time as he bent down through the backdoor and reached over Yelena’s back, flattening his palm and bringing it down in a whistling, stinging ‘SMACK’ that made the throat around his shaft squeal even as its owner's eyes rolled back in her head from the force of her surprise climax. “I fixed it up and showed it to Vision. He was so grateful-” another loud slap landed beside the first and Kate shuddered as she heard Yelena moan, staring at the sight of those wide hips wiggling on the backseat as she took inspiration from where the assassins leggings were pulled down and stretched around her thighs to make room for where her hand was jilling her slit, coincidentally leaving the entirety of her thick ass exposed for Tye to keep raining down strikes on until the cheeks were dyed a bright, burning red. “-that he decided to reward me!”
 
“Reward you how?” Kate breathed, completely ignoring their surroundings in favour of watching the erotic display and slipping a hand into the front of her own leggings, slipping beneath her underwear and cupping the hot, dewy lips of her mound as she shuddered. “I get that you’re a little good-looking, and I know just how charming you can be, but this is Wanda Maximoff. The SCARLET Witch. There’s no way she’s just falling, ah~, falling for your bullshit!”
 
“Gurch~gilch~HLURK!”
 
“Why not?” Tye stunned her as Yelena tried to chime in. “What did she have to fear? Her magic was in complete control, and everything was forced to conform to her version of a perfect America. Reports showed that she’d spent most of her life struggling to find peace, safety, and satisfaction. Do you know what I hear when a woman tells me that they wish they’d lived through the 1950s?”
 
“What?” Kate gasped as she pressed her front to the car to hide the sight of her fingers slipping and sliding around her hole.
 
“I hear them admit that they don’t want to worry anymore. They want their perfect family nucleus, where the husband goes out to be the breadwinner, the wife takes care of and manages the home, and they both have two to three children.
 
“So what does that mean?”
 
“That means!” He growled, pulling harder on Yelena’s hair to start truly fucking her throat as she choked. “That she screwed up. Because everyone else in that old-timey shithole was changed, made to adapt to fit that dream. All except one!”
 
Tye threw his head back and swore as he came, releasing his load all over Yelena’s throat and tongue as the blonde in question pressed herself as far down the base as she could, choking and spluttering the whole way, and massaged him until with her last, spluttering breath… she passed out.
 
“V-V-Vision?” Kate gasped as she finally connected the dots. “He doesn’t fit in?”
 
“Nope!” Tye smirked as he watched the super spy succumb to her pleasure. “He’s far, far too modern. Maybe that was great here in the present day, but back then? No, and that was my in. Not to mention that while the whole posh gentleman thing is nice in theory, in practice? It’s boring as shit.”
 
“S-so uhhhuhuh, and what, mmm, what was the reward?” Kate yipped as her flighty fingers coaxed out her own brief orgasm, the warm glow suffusing her body and soaking the skin of her palm as Tye pulled himself free of Yelena’s still suckling lips, tucked himself away and closed the door on her blissed-out, cum drooling face.
 
He turned to her, lowering his sunglasses and making her blush with how he devoured her from head to toe, making note of her shaky knees and barely noticeable dark patch on the front of her pants before he shot her a wicked smirk and made his way around to the driver's side to climb in without comment.
 
“Well… he invited me to dinner!”
