America forever: Chapter 5

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"What are you doing here, Sharon said you didn't want to come out...er I mean.." Wanda blushed and cleared her throat.

Steve smiled softly and looked at her dress while talking. "I wanted to see you...and well this 'dance' is about to start and I see Vision is busy." Wanda rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, technical difficulties."

Steve shrugged. "Well.." He rested his shoulders and glared into her eyes. "I think I owe you a dance before you leave, Wanda."

She scratched the side of her face softly and her blush now turned the same color of her dress. "That would be delightful, and Viz-." She paused, she couldn't tell him Vision's promise, it would not be the appropriate time. The music began and Steve grabbed her right hand and carefully put the other on her waist.

"I'm not sure how to do this." She grinned awkwardly. Steve's ocean eyes squinted, as his right hand intertwined with her smaller one.

"Neither am I, but..we can learn. This is definitely not the American way though."

"I wish I would have asked Stark to make it American themed, and you would know how to dance like that."

"No, that's totally fine Wanda. This is your night and your choice, I can cope with this." He chuckled and began to slowly spin her in a circle. "Besides, I think I've seen a Disney couple do this one before."

The dance felt like forever. And Wanda was totally fine with that. There were no interruptions, no loudness, no Vision or Tony Stark. Just her and Steve, slowly spinning in a circle just like Cinderella and her prince. She assumed that was the couple he meant. Rogers never took his eyes off the Scarlet witch, she could tell he was staring at all the features of her face. First her hazel eyes, then her nose, her forehead, her mouth and her cheeks. But Steve didn't move an inch closer to her. Wanda tried her hardest not too look in Vision's direction, or to the table where Nat, Bruce and Sharon were sitting, she was guessing that they were watching her this whole time.

"I always wanted to dance with you. You..." Steve's voice trailed off when the classical music got a tad louder. "You remind be of Peggy." It continued.

"How? Steve I'm nothing like her, I have no military experience and...I'm not a really intelligent fighter. How am I like her?" Thoughts started to swirl through her mind. Why was Steve comparing her to his first love, and what about Sharon.

"Because you are brave, you don't take no for an answer and...Wanda you survive everything, just like she did...before her life was cut at an appropriate age. And I hope the best for you, I want you to live and have children with whomever you love and cherish." Steve kissed her cheek softly and pulled back, with brows arched and a goofy smile on his face.

"But..Sharon." Wanda blushed and pressed her lips together.

"Like I said in that coffee shop, things aren't going too well. I could never dance with a Carter, the only one I would ever dance with was Peggy. Our relationship ended this morning, but we still hang on as friends. Wanda you are different from Sharon, you've completely turned my life around and showed me things that I thought I would never see again."

"I thought my visions and dancing give you negative emotions." Steve sighed at Wanda's response.

"It opened my eyes once again, sure I may be sad that I lost my first love, but you showed me that I can find someone else in this crazy world. And I chose the root of that nightmare."

"Steve.." Wanda muttered. "I didn't mean to give it to you. I'm sorry."

"Your heart was in a crisis. It's fine I understand."

Everything was now coming together, the sheepishness of Rogers, the constant worriness for her safety and the strange relationship of him and Sharon.

Wanda touched the area where Steve kissed her. But she kept on slowly spinning to the soft waltz coming from the speakers. Steve stopped talking and continued to stare into her eyes. She did the same and gripped onto his hand a little tighter until the dance was gone.

People clapped and bowed to their partners. Rogers smile happily and kissed her hand, and with that he quickly walked out of the room and ran up the stairs. Wanda only watched him and stood still as he disappeared without saying a word to anyone. Vision suddenly floated behind her and put a cold hand on her shoulder which made her jump.

"Wanda. I'm sorry I couldn't share the dance with you. Stark was having trouble with the 'pop' music generator. It looked like the speakers weren't functioning properly." He smiled and looked into her eyes. A bit differently than Steve did. "I saw you with Steven. He looked happy, I, I'm glad you were able to share a moment with him." He stuttered slightly.

Wanda looked down at the floor and blinked. "Yes." She looked up at him and grinned. "Thank you Vision..." She paused and took a deep breath, Vision continued to watch her. "Well...Sharon and St-."

"Broke...up, yes." He cleared his throat and flattened out his collar. "It looks like Mr Rogers ascended up there." His head slowly turned in the direction of the stairs, Wanda's eyes followed. He then looked back and patted her shoulder softly. "Go..."

Wanda sighed and hugged her android friend. "Thank you.." She touched his chest, feeling the smooth velvet on his tailcoat.

"Yes." He pulled back and watched her turn around, starting to leave. "Make haste."

Maximoff was stopped several times and HAD to communicate with the guests but eventually she climbed the stairs unseen and escorted herself away from the rave music, that Tony Stark was able to fix and play.

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The bright moon was still out shining over the balcony. Wanda reached the top and quietly peered over a pillar to see Steve, overlooking the fields of grass stretching out for miles.

She noticed the moon brought out his features. Strong neck, strong chin, cheekbones, and his aquamarine eyes. Wanda took a deep breath and approached him and put a hand on his arm gingerly. "Hey."

Steve took a deep breath and managed to do a quick smiled and then turned back to the fields.

"You meant what you said. That I changed your life."

Steve nodded and sniffed. "And I want the best for you Wanda. You have been...blessed with this opportunity, I don't want to ruin it for you."

"But what if I want to stay?"

"Oh, Wanda don't do this. I want you-."

"I know what you want." She touched his cheek softly and pressed her head against the collar on his chest. "But I would like to stay in America, live the American Dream...whatever they call it..." She trailed off and lifted her head, looking into his eyes like she did with the English waltz.

Steve shook his head. "I don't want to get in the middle of this. Wanda you are smart, wonderful, beautiful...do you know how many times I've hear that from, others? I want you to go, persue your dreams and learn some more. And when you're done you come back...I'll be waiting."

There was a long pause. Wanda took a deep breath and inched closer to Steve's face and gently kissed his lips. Steve sighed slightly and kissed her back, while holding her hands. He let go and whispered. "Y'know the American Dream will be inevitable for you."

"Oh and why is that?" A sneer escaped Wanda's mouth as she grinned.

"Because this American man will never stop loving you. I swear it." He held her hands close to his chest and arched his brows, bearing a soft smile.

She kissed him again, a bit more passionately this time. "I love you Steve Rogers."

Steve hugged her and held her for what felt like an eternity, a heavenly eternity and sighed. "And I you Wanda Maximoff."

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That night, the dance continued. More pop and dance music was played by Tony and Wanda and Steve joined him at a small table.

"You're sitting out for the first time?" Wanda cocked a brow.

"Let's just say Tony Stark is becoming a bit more like Howard." It was nice to know Stark was slowly getting over the fight with Bucky and Cap, but he was changed no doubt. At least he was able to joke about things now.

Just then, a male voice called the trio above them. A young man in a red and blue suit, with a tailcoat over him swooped down slowing near them, nearly giving Stark a heart attack. "Hey guys!"

"Pete..hey..thanks for coming." Tony caught his breath and shook hands with the spiderling. "Liking the suit."

"Boy am I?" Peter chucked and bounced slightly, which made Steve chuckle softly. "And hey, can I-."

"For the last time...you must change by the end of the party."

Peter groaned like a child and slumped. The young teenage boy extended a hand and swung across the dance floor to join Falcon and Barton in dancing.

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The party was talked about for weeks on end. Clint was demonstrating new dance moves he came up with for the next ball and Natasha still rambled about what a wonderful time she had with Bruce. The time soon came for when Wanda departed from New York and into Sokovia university.

The fall wind blew on Wanda's face as she walked through paths in the campus. No one was around her and no one seemed to bother her. It was definitly easy for her to get to her next class.

She stopped and her combat boot crushed a leaf as she halted. She reached in her coat pocket and took out a small letter. She opened the envelope and unfolded a sheet of pink paper. Wanda blushed as she read the well written note.

Wanda,

If you're reading this you will be walking in the campus, full of brown, red and mahogany leaves. Have I ever told you, you look astonishing in those colors? :) I am excited that you are learning so much and you're continued work in the initiative. I am waiting for you Miss Maximoff, nothing will break us apart once you return. It won't be full of brown red and mahogany, no red or green festivities or the bright yellow rays of the sun. But red white and blue, the Stars and Stripes hanging over me as we fight, love, and protect one another. You have come a long way Wanda, and so have I. We will continue to live our lives not only as enhanced humans, but as two individuals who love each other. Dry much and care about one another. For the American Dream lives forever, and some one like me would never let my leading lady down. You are loved Wanda Maximoff. ~Steve Rogers

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