Chaos and Order (A perfect balance) - Wanda Maximoff x reader [Part 4 - Training with an annoying ex-spy]
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True to your words, you took a quick shower. Put on your new clothes that didn’t smell like smoke, you looked at yourself in the mirror. A simple black, long sleeve shirt. Comfy gray sweatpants. You sighed and started tying the strings. That’s when you heard her sigh in your head. You were spooked and jumped a little.
“Maximoff! What are you doing!?” You squealed and blushed as you turned away from the mirror. She snickered in your head. It was the most adorable sound in the world. You almost smiled along with her, but you couldn’t brush away the thought that she had spied on you when you took a shower. She read your mind and you could practically feel her eye rolled.
“I’m not watching you shower, idiot.” She pouted. God damn it, she pouted! You saw it! “You took forever! I’m just checking.” You grimaced and looked at the clock. It’s been forty minutes. Turned out, a quick shower was not quick enough. No wonder she’s worried. But you still thought in your head, letting her hear easier. “You could have seen me naked!”
She laughed.
“Would it be so bad, detka?”
There was the nickname. You were a shrimp, red all over. Too embarrassed to let her in your head any longer, you snapped at her fondly: “No glimpse for you, Maximoff! No more!” You tried and shut your mind but before it closed off, you still heard her voice playfully taunted you: “Whyyyyy?” She dragged her voice.
“I don’t let pervert get in my mind.” You shot back and shut her out. You still heard her say ‘chicken’, but you brushed her off and tied your strings as fast as you could, afraid she was still lingering. You then raised your hands to rub your face warily. Wanda Maximoff was going to be the death of you. However, her showing up made your guilt dissipate like smoke in the air. She didn’t blame you. She didn’t hate you for what you did. And even though you were still scared out of your mind at the fact that Chthon was trying to take her away, you put yourself together and walked out of your little compartment. Hers was just right across the hall. You had to keep your promise to her.
She was right there, but so far away. You stared at the door, unsure of yourself. Your hands were shaking like they were reflecting your conflicting mind. You regretted it a little. Shutting her out, that was. You paced back and fort in front of her door, never minded that there was someone walking toward you. You almost jumped like a squirrel when a hand landed on your shoulder.
“Why are you being a creep?”
It was Tony Stark. He was wearing the exact same attire as you. The only thing that made the difference was the glowing object in the place of his heart. He looked like he was just napping and went out for a night drink. His hair tousled, and his eyes were surrounded by a dark circle. This man didn’t have an easy life. You could tell, by just looking at him. And yet, he always acted so playful, like he was untouchable. He was just like you, somewhat. Your heart ached for him.
Seeing you didn’t give him an answer, he shuffled his hand in his cashmere cardigan. He was looking for something. You didn’t know. But then, he pulled out a pack of dry blueberries and offered it to you. You frowned at it, like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world, but the billionaire just shoved it in your hand in a weirdly awkward manner. He said: “Take it. The best night snack, kid.” You fiddled with the package in your hand. It was cold to the touch, like it was freshly stolen from the fridge. You hummed.
“Don’t be so grumpy, kid.” He patted your head. Nobody ever did that aside from your parents, and you felt yourself taking a step back away from him. He sighed and withdrawn his hand. You saw him looking at his palms for a moment, like he hated them, like he was in mixed feelings about if he should keep it or not. You wanted to reach out to comfort him, but you thought: who were you? You were not close with him. Did you have the right to comfort him? You didn’t. So, you halted there, with your hand awkwardly stretched out. He tentatively patted your outstretched hand and sighed: “Witchy is waiting. Don’t keep her waiting. It’s never a good thing.”
He shuffled away, down to the hall and disappeared into one of the doors. No doubt, he was wandering to the lab again. You wondered how much did Tony sleep. But you didn’t have time to ponder, for you saw Pietro peeking out of his room, which was right next to Wanda, and glaring at you with his intense, watchful eyes. You frowned at him. Of all the moment, this was one time you regretted saving him. That regret only intensified when he muttered: “Not gonna knock?”
Apparently, you didn’t have to. The door opened itself when you were about to snap at him. With a red wisp. You could realize that red anywhere. Wanda was awake. You tossed him a glare and walked through the door, closing it behind you quietly as you entered. As a good patient as she was, Wanda didn’t get out of bed, she was still laying on the pillow. Her eyes watched your movement. On her face was an amused expression.
You shifted uncomfortably as you stood in the middle of the room, didn’t quite know what you should do next. When she patted the empty space on the bed next to her, you gravitated to her like a puppy. Took the place she offered; you took a closer look at her. She seemed well. Not a bruise spotted on her flawless skin. You breathed out a sigh in relief. She was okay. You reminded yourself. She was okay…
As if it was the most natural thing in the world, you leaned down, had your hands drifted from her neck to her shoulder. Worming your hand under her head and adjusted her position on the pillow, you smiled a little when she let out a happy sigh. What you didn’t notice was the distance between the two of you. You had gotten so close to her that your lips were just inches away from hers. On her face was a pretty shade of pink. Her green eyes looking straight into you with a daze expression, and you reared back, blushing hard. You blubbered out an apology, but she had her hand on the collar of your shirt. You couldn’t shy away if you wished to.
“Hey, stranger.” She mumbled. Her breaths ghosted over your face. The smile on her lips was magnetic, majestic. Your throat suddenly tightened, dry like you had never knew how water tasted like. Her scent invaded your nostrils, making you dizzy. It took every ounce of your self-control to not lean down a bit more and tasted the cherry red that was her inviting lips. The best you could think of at that moment was to croak out a stupid sentence: “You know my name. Technically, we are not stranger… I mean…”
Wanda laughed aloud. She let go of your shirt to cradle your cheek with her soft palm. The tender touch effectively shut your rambling mess. You stared down at her, clearly affected by her presence. “Why so nervous, detka?” She cheekily asked. The light in her eyes danced joyfully, twinkled under the shade of the dimmed bedside lamp. You had to swallow harshly to calm yourself down and detached from her. Being so close to her rendered you thoughtless. She was so dangerous to your little heart. It was beating like it wanted to jump out of your chest and fall into her opened hand.
To save yourself from further embarrassment, you didn’t dare to look at her. You were sure that you were burning up. You were also sure that she saw that, too. She was enjoying it a little bit too much. Her hand drifted from where your face once was, to your sternum, and gave it a gentle tap before the tip of her finger glided up and lifted your chin. You weren’t able to fight her. You let her lift your head and you looked at her.
She was staring deep into your soul. Eyes so soft that they melt your heart like a pool of squishy marshmallow. You got lost in that forest green for what felt like an eternity, and you were not sure if you wanted to escape it. All your anxiety was washed away when you saw her smile. All your sense of space vanished when she let her finger trail down your arm and fidgeted with your sleeve. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and let the closeness with her soak through your bones.
You knew she was trying to comfort you, and it worked wonders.
Took you a full minute to calm down and were able to murmur out: “How are you feeling?”
Your wandering hand, the one that was free and didn’t have to hold the weight of your body slowly engulfed hers and she giggled. Her delicate fingers left your shirt to cling onto your hand. “Perfect.” She said, with a hint of happiness. “I’m perfect. Now that you are here.”
Your heart jumped at her words. It squeaked out of a joy you hadn’t felt in too long. It was like your lungs were filled with butterflies, fluttering softly as if they wanted you to notice. You did notice. Your hand trembled a bit. You tried to regain your composure by clearing your throat. You didn’t understand why, but she always made you feel at ease and restless at the same time. Being next to her was like on the edge of the cliff. You could either fight it or just give in.
Being with her felt so right, so real. Being with her was like finding a missing piece that filled the gaping hole in your chest where it used to be a heart. With her, all thoughts of running, all attempts at dying were pointless. You saw the world in her eyes. You saw an endless, blue, blue sky. You saw a future where it wasn’t all blood, deaths, and tears. With her, you saw the light at the end of the tunnel. With her… You felt like you truly lived.
It was just a few days since you met her. In such a short time, she had slipped into your soul, nested herself in a comfortable space and lived there as a mender of your broken soul. You wished you could do the same to her. You wished you could show her all the greatness you saw in her. You wished to protect her from all the hurt the world might hold. It was an insane thing to ask, but you couldn’t help yourself. A part of your brain was repeating one thing, on repeat, ever since you saw her in Sokovia. It screamed at you to remember how to love, to cherish, to reach out. To shield, to guide, to protect.
You didn’t understand it then, but you saw it now.
You couldn’t stay far away from her if you tried.
She had to see that you were slipping from reality, for she gently tapped on your cheek, making you focused on her once again. You witnessed her loving smile. You witnessed her little grip on your torso, tugging you down with her. Who were you to disobey the request of a goddess?
“Lay with me…” She whispered in your ears. “I have missed you; you know?”
You only let out a small whimper as you let her tug you down. Your head hit the pillow and she snuggled up in the crook of your neck, breathing in your fresh scent. You stayed stiff like a plank of wood when she shifted and draped her arm across your body. Her shape molded yours perfectly as she leaned in closer. You dwelled in her hug, savouring it silently as she mumbled against your skin, hot breaths tickled, teased your control.
“I was so scared…” She began. Her nose nuzzled your neck. You closed your eyes, feared that she was scared of you, of the world in your head, of what you had put her through. You held your breath, waiting for her words like waiting for the blade of a guillotine to drop down, but instead, what she said broke you more than anything could ever: “I was so afraid… When I peeked into your head and saw that you planned on leaving. You know?” She paused. Her fingers danced up and down your side, as if she was making sure that you were real, that you were really there with her.
“I was so scared that you wanted to disappear, again.” Her voice broke. You didn’t see her face, but you tried. She refused to open her eyes, but a lone tear still slipped out, wetting your feverish skin like poison. Your heart suddenly got heavy, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around her lithe body, tugged her closer to an impossible distance, driving her flush against your side. You heard her stuttering breaths, but you were determined to show her that you were not going anywhere. That you couldn’t, even if you tried.
She buried her face into your shoulder as she continued, her voice shook slightly; “I was so scared… That I would never have a chance to tell you…” You wrapped her into your embrace, fully now, as she basically laid on top of you. You didn’t mind. Her weight was grounding, like she was the anchor of yours in this surreal world. “I was so scared, that you didn’t know how deeply my heart ached when I first saw you. I was so scared that you didn’t see how much you mean to me. The day I hurt you… The day I saw you free falling, I felt like a part of my soul was ripped, falling with you.” She took a shaky breath. She was shaking.
You didn’t have to look into her head to know that she was reliving the day you two first met.
Her hand tugged at the helm of your shirt, gripping it tightly. “When we were stuck in your mind, it was torturing. The pain… I couldn’t even guess what had happened to you, detka…” You patted her hair, soothed your fingers through her brown locks as she told her story. You didn’t want her to be this upset. You wished she would give you a smile and acted like nothing had happened. But a wish was only a wish. Reality was much harsher than a dream could ever be.
“I don’t know what you have been through, detka, but I know one thing. I know there was something in your head that was, is, telling you to give up on this, on your life, on us. Don’t listen to it.” She lifted her head to look at you with tear-filled eyes. She caressed your face as she looked deep into your soul. “Don’t let it get to you.” She said slowly. Soft but firmed. “I don’t know everything in this world, but I know, you won’t hurt me.”
Wanda placed a small kiss on your throat, and you let out a small sob.
“Don’t let it win. Stay with me…” She peppered kisses across the skin of your neck, making you shiver. You involuntarily gripped her waist as you buried your head into her hair. Her lovely shampoo infiltrated your nose and you let yourself sank into her, trying to quench the fear of Chthon’s threat. She didn’t have to know… she didn’t. You didn’t need to add more stress to her. You would help her deal with her power. You would help her become the one and only person that Chthon feared to overtake.
His voice taunted you in your head, making you wince in pain: “You can’t protect her forever. She will leave you. She will break you. She will abandon you like everyone else.” He seethed. “She is mine for the taking. She’s my chosen vessel. You can’t fight the destiny.”
You didn’t dare to scream. You didn’t even move an inch. You waited until you made sure she had fallen asleep before you slowly replied with a tone so low: “Don’t make me strangle you again, Chthon. Or did you forget how big of a bitch you were when I handed your pathetic arse to you?” You paused to savour his fury as you licked your lips and continued with a sadistic smile: “If we burn, you burn with us. You hear me, luv?” He growled aloud and disappeared. You didn’t let him get far, trapped him in the deepest, darkest part of your brain before letting yourself breathed a little. You let your finger slipped through Wanda’s hair, feeling the coolness and her silky stresses fell across your skin. You would not let him touch her.
Not in your watch.
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You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but when you opened your eyes, the sun had streamed through the window, dusted Wanda’s bedroom with a shade of gold. The first thing you saw was her, propping up on her elbow, looking at you with a warm smile. You closed your eyes again, trying to force yourself to not give into the comforting sense and smiled back. You muttered out, jokingly: “Didn’t know you are a creep, Maximoff.” You felt her hand ghosted on your face as her finger traced your features, from your forehead to your nose, cheeks and then stopped at your lips. She lingered there for a long time, then decided to press her print on your nose. You heard her voice, light, teasing, when she began: “You are really cute when you sleep, do you know that?”
You grumbled and batted her hand away, crinkled your nose as you turned away from her pivoting body and draped the blanket on your head. “I’m not cute!” You groused out. Your sleep ridden voice made her bit her lips. Fortunately, you didn’t see it. You only felt her laying back down next to you and hugged your middle. “Are we arguing over trivial things, detka?” She husked in your ears, and you shrunk. Your body shook with the impact of her breaths tickling your sensitive part. You pushed yourself up, detached from her and jumped off the bed in the speed of light. That was when you saw her twinkling eyes staring at you, obviously loving the way she made you blushed.
You tugged on the helm of your shirt and looked anywhere but her. You couldn’t face her when she was laughing like she had enjoyed this too much. As you were cornered there, unable to find a way to run, you and Wanda both heard the door cracked opened, revealing a very healthy and amused Natasha Romanoff. Behind her was Wanda’s twin brother, who was eyeing you like he was trying to see if you’re decent or not. His eyes narrowed at you, but you only shrugged. You were embarrassed. It wasn’t like you to have a sleep over. And Pietro was looking at you like you violated his sister.
You swallowed dryly.
Lucky for you, The ex-spy took pity on your state and said: “Glad that you both are awake. Training in ten.” She threw out a sentence and walked away, dragging a very nosy Pietro Maximoff away with her. You grumbled and messed your hair. Your action made Wanda giggled. She got off the bed and stood before you, making you lift your eyes and peered at her through your lashes. She reached up to soothe your frown as she said with a pleasant tone: “Piet is being ridiculous. Don’t murder my brother in broad daylight, please.”
You pouted: “He taunted me all the time!”
“That’s how he is.” Wanda stifled a laugh as she saw your adorable expression. She tickled your side before turning and swaying her hips, strutted to the bathroom. Before she reached the door, she threw her head back to smirk at you: “Go get ready. I will see you at the training centre…” You could actually feel like she held back something, like she wanted to add another word to her sentence, but she stopped herself. You wondered what she was trying to say. You wished for it to be that cute nickname she loved to call you in her mother tongue. Though didn’t know what it meant, you practically could hear the love and affection she hid in that word.
You made it your mission to ask Natasha when the training was over.
Made your way back to your room and performed your daily routine quickly, you didn’t want others to wait for you. Tony had left you a digital map around the tower, helping you with your way around. You followed the trail until you reached the training room. Wanda had already been there. When your eyes landed on her, you suddenly felt like the air left your lungs.
She was in her casual clothes, not fighting suits, or pyjamas whatsoever. Her black top clung on her body, hugging her perfectly as she moved gracefully to dodge Natasha’s attack. Her brown locks swaying in the air. There was a shine of sweat on her skin, covering her and made her glowed like a goddess. You didn’t dare comment about her skin-tight legging, or her soft shoes. You didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself. But apparently, you didn’t avert your eyes fast enough. A certain speedster had caught you and smiled wickedly as he dashed to where you were standing like a fawn under headlight.
“Enjoying the view?” He grinned charmingly. Well, you supposed it was charming. Had it been other ladies, they would have swooned at his feet, but unfortunately for him, and for you, you had your eyes on another Maximoff to even bat an eyelash at him. You blushed as you glared at him: “I don’t know what you are talking about!”
The older twin smirked: “Yeah, right.” You bunched your hands into a fist, ready to whack him if he tried another word. “Keep THAT image in mind whenever you want to dip.” He taunted and like a wind, he vanished. You saw him appeared next to his sister and pointed at you. You immediately shook away the frown and tugged on your shirt when she turned her head. A bright smile greeted you and you waved back at her meekly.
She was genuinely happy to see you.
She was so distracted that she didn’t notice Natasha’s blow. Your eyes widened as you signed widely for her to look behind. She tilted her head in confusion, unable to understand why you suddenly looked so worried. It was too late. Wanda got decked in the face and stumbled on the ground, moaning in pain. You gasped and tried to run to her, but a hand stopped you. You glared back to see it was Tony Stark. His eyes were dancing with amusement.
Then, you heard both Tony and Natasha said in unison: “Rule number one: Never take your eyes away from your opponent.”
As the ex-spy dragged Wanda up, you focused back on Tony as he spoke to you: “It’s nice of you to join us.” He popped something in his mouth and chewed lazily. You realized that black seeds. It was the blueberries. This man was obsessed with blueberries or something. You thought to yourself. He handed you a fistful of the fruit and you accepted. “Little witch’s hand-to-hand combat is terrible.” He commented. “Romanoff is trying to get her to shape but she’s clearly distracted.” He eyed you up and down and you had the tendency to look ashamed.
“How about yours?”
He asked out of nowhere.
You lifted an eyebrow at him, questioned: “How about my what?”
“Your hand-to-hand combat skills.”
You shrugged: “I’m alright. I learnt self-defence ever since I was a kid. Being the daughter of my parents and all.” A look of lost fleeted across your face. He caught right on. Sadness adorned his features as he lowered his head and looked into his palms. “I remembered your parents.” He said. “We were good friends.” There was something heavy in his tone. You didn’t want to ask. Clearly, lost had been Tony Stark’s best friend. Not so different from you.
“I remember you.” He stared deep into your eyes. And you shuffled away from him. You didn’t want to talk about it. You had met him several times. He was another man back then. Younger, more impulsive. You both had changed so much since the last time you met. “You were barely a teenager…” He stuffed his hand in his pocket and sighed.
“I am a grown up now.” That was the only thing you could say to him.
He nodded. His eyes looked grim. “Yes, you are…”
With a sigh, he lifted his head, and he became a completely different person. He smiled at you. Though it was forced, but it was still a smile, coming from his heart. Though it bore the pain you didn’t understand, you still felt comforted. “I guess we’re both in the orphaned club.” His joke was morbid, but you laughed. You laughed and drew Wanda’s attention. She frowned when she realized you were standing with Tony. Wanda still didn’t like him, even just a bit.
He watched the little exchange of you and Wanda and huffed out a laugh. You didn’t know what was amusing about it, but he patted your shoulder: “Go, train a little, kid. I am heading out. Not going to stand here and suffer witchy’s laser vision on me.” You gawked at him as he walked away. “I ask Romanoff to assess your fighting skill. She will tend to you when she is done with Witchy.”
You remembered something and called after him, making him stopped and looked at you with surprise: “Can I help Wanda with her power?” You asked, a bit unsure of yourself. Stark glanced at Wanda and then back at you. He didn’t say anything. You took that as a sign and tried convincing him: “I can help her harness her power. You know it’s very similar to mine. I can help.” Your words flew out like a stream, and you had to cover your mouth to stop babbling.
“You said you haven’t used your power in a long time. What makes you think you can guide her without you loosing control?” he asked seriously.
“I know my limits.” You answered simply.
He sized you up and down before nodding. You breathed out a sigh of relief. “Do what you want. Don’t blow up the building.”
You huffed and walked away from him. Natasha was waiting for you on the ring, and you swallowed dryly. The redhead didn’t look like she was playing games. Judging by how beaten-up Wanda was right then, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. Taking a pair of gloves, you slithered on to the ring as you faced Natasha Romanoff, but not before you get a gentle tap on the cheek from Wanda. She was making a thumb-up sign with an adorable grin on her lips.
You saw her mouthed: “Go get it, tiger.”
And you couldn’t help but feel a new-found determination. If you didn’t win, then you would manage to not end up on your arse.
“Ready?” The ex-spy didn’t beat around the bush. She confidently faced you as you squared your stance and started warming up. You hadn’t train in a long time, but your muscles memories still remembered the basics. You nodded. “I hope you do better than your girlfriend.” Natasha smirked at how flustered and irritated you were. You casted a quick glance to Wanda and hoped to God she was far enough to not hear. You gritted your teeth: “She’s not my girlfriend!”
The ex-spy rolled her eyes: “Yeah, and I’m not Russian.”
“Are you really Russian?” You bit back. And she smiled at you sarcastically. “Who knows.” She drawled. Moving closer to you, Natasha whispered in your ears: “Deny all you want. See how she will react when you got my legs wraps around your head.” She pushed you playfully and you gaped at her, clearly stunned. You weren’t anticipating that! You stole a glance at Wanda, who looked like she had eaten a whole lemon and felt your stomach dropped. You were dead.
The fight started and you immediately knew that Natasha wasn’t playing around. Her strikes were fast and hard. She was skilful. That’s for sure. You struggled to dodge her punch, never really had an opportunity to hit back. Her movements were smooth and really clean. Sometimes, it felt like a blur in front of you. You were lucky that you didn’t get hit, because if you did, you would have to request porridge for lunch and dinner. You didn’t think your teeth would stay in its place when her fist landed on your mouth.
Sweats began to flow freely from your skin, coating you in a faint cover. You had to swipe your brows as salty droplets started to hurt your eyes. Natasha on the other hand was fine. She was still graceful like a swan. She was toying with you. You knew it. Your laboured breaths were her joy. She taunted: “Not going to impress your girl?” At that, you impulsively swung at her, but got caught mid-air. She twisted your arm backward and snapped your knee, making you kneeled down to the ring. Pain shot through your nerves as you growled out. It coursed through your body like an electric shock, and you heard your bones cracking under her force. She was testing you. You realized. Natasha was trying to push you.
You heard another gasp when you looked outside. Though your eyes were burning with sweat and blurry with the pain, you could somewhat make out Wanda’s form. She had her hand covering her mouth. His brother beside her couldn’t do anything to comfort her. It was clear that she was worried out of her mind.
You didn’t think when you pushed back at Natasha, didn’t think when your arms began to crack loudly. You let the pain flow across your body as you force yourself to stand up. It ended up with Natasha Romanoff holding your broken arm as you sprung up and swiped at her leg. The redhead fell with a thud. She released your arm right after. It flailed on your side, useless. You swallowed down the pain when you took advantage of Natasha’s stunned state and slammed your body down on her.
Another wrong move.
The ex-spy was up in her feet faster than you could think. She kicked you in the chest and you coughed out blood. It would no doubt leave a bruise for days if you didn’t use your power to heal. Your hair was clinging on your forehead as you peered up at Natasha. The redhead was looking at you with a different eye. There was respect and impressed in those darker shade of green. So similar, yet so different from Wanda. She was getting serious. You knew she was now considering you her worthy opponent.
You blocked her punch and landed one on her neck, but it was nothing but a mosquito bite to her. She lurched at you, and you braced yourself for a punch, but you were so wrong. She jumped up. You craned your neck to see what she was about to throw at you, but your reaction was not fast enough. Her long legs woven themselves on your shoulders, gripped tightly as you squared your stance to counter her. But her thighs were so strong. You choked as she slammed you down the mattress again. Her legs around your head and your face nested against her thigh. She twisted until your breaths were cut out and your face turned red. You tried to push her away but it only made her pressed on.
Your ringing ears listened to Wanda’s scream: “Nat, stop!”
You grimace, knew so well that she wouldn’t let go if you didn’t surrender. You tapped vigorously on the mattress, surrendering. She let you go immediately. You gasped for air as you laid there, like a starfish, wailing for water. Natasha sat next to you, panting. You peered up at her and spotted a slowly formed bruise on her cheek. She grinned down, didn’t seem to mind her injury one bit. “That was one hell of a fight, newbie.” And you only could raise your good arm in mock surrender. “Didn’t think you could land a blow on me. Was that a payback for your witch?” She teased and you glared at her.
“If you don’t want a matching black eye, then shut up, Romanoff.” You grumbled. That’s what you said, but you knew she would beat your ass until you couldn’t get up before you could fulfil your threat. She broke out laughing. “No need to be so salty. You did really well.” She swallowed down, like she was so thirsty after the fight. “Have you taken defence class before?” She asked and you nodded. “I did.” You said simply. “My parents didn’t want me to be helpless if I got kidnapped.” You sit up to take the water bottle from her hand and drunk up. The coldness immediately sooth your thirst, but the pain in your arm was a bitch to deal with. You whimpered pathetically as you accidently lifted your broken hand. She frowned.
“You should get that arm checked.” The ex-spy shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you actually did that. Not wanting to be embarrassed in front of her that bad?”
Natasha poked right at your sore spot and you glared at her: “Stop it!”
The Russian leaned back and grinned: “Okay, okay.” You two stayed like that for a moment before Natasha said: “You don’t need much training, but you still need to work out a bit more. Your punch can have more force than this.” You nodded. You didn’t have to lift a finger that much when living under HYDRA. It would take a while to get used to this again.
“You can help Wanda, too. She relies on her magic, so her hand-to-hand combat is not very strong.” Natasha pointed at Wanda, who was still stealing a glance at you once in a while, even when she was practicing with her brother. You licked your lips and told Natasha: “Her power is more than enough.” But the redhead shook her head: “It won’t help her when she got detained. She has to be prepared for every scenario. We’re in for a very dangerous life. You and her both need to understand that.”
“You are the one who don’t understand, Natasha.” You faced the Russian and let your power flowed through your veins. Your eyes flashed a shade of red. “You don’t understand that there is nothing, nothing! In this world can stand against us.” You picked up the bottle and it disintegrated into dust right in front of her eyes. “If she understands what she has…” The dust slowly reformed into the water bottle and flew back to your grip. “She will be the ruler of this whole universe.”
A proud smile crept up on your lips as the spy’s hand trembled, indicating her shock. “You look so afraid.” You spoke. “Don’t be. There is no reason to…”
You tilted your head and gave Wanda a wave which she gladly returned.
“I will help her becomes the greatest of all the greats. Do you trust me?”
Natasha sighed and nodded.
“It will be for the best. Your presence here is her gift. I see that now.” The redhead said as she stood up. “She was so meek, so angry when we first met her. But when you came around, she turns a new leaf. She is happy. Protect her. Will you?”
You grinned up at Natasha: “Of course. What else could I do?”
She patted your head and gave you a smile, saying: “Go get that shoulder checked. Wouldn’t want your girl to make a fuzz with me.”
“She is not my girl!”
“Keep denying. Nobody will believe you, kid.”
You bared your teeth: “Not! A! Kid!”
The ex-spy waved you off and called for Wanda. You immediately hid your broken arm behind and wished for the lord that Wanda wouldn’t notice, but no such luck, Natasha with her wicked mouth had already fired away: “Make sure to take care of this asshead. She broke her arm when she tried to act tough.”
You groaned and hid your face in your palm.
Only God could save you now.
As predicted, Wanda rushed to you. She was fuming: “For what reason!? Huh!?” She took your flinging arm, held it carefully in her hand. Her eyes were glassy, like she wanted to cry. You whacked yourself mentally as you sensed her distress. Cursed Natasha Romanoff for not keeping her mouth shut. You tried to tell Wanda: “I.., It’s okay. I’m fine.”
“Fuck your ‘fine’!”
Oh, Wanda was mad.
“You have healing ability doesn’t mean it’s okay to do bullshit things!” She chided you.
“Yes ma’am…”
You smiled guiltily as she got you up from the ground. She was still angry, but the way she dabbed away your sweat was gentle and sweet. You smiled at her goofily, didn’t even know that you did so. But she noticed and sighed to suppress a smile breaking from her lips. How could you be that adorable? She asked herself when she pinched your cheek. You let her lead you out of the training room to the hall. You knew this way well. She was taking you to Banner’s lab.
This time, you didn’t complain.
You would follow her anywhere.
