#wanadanat

Studying the area, her eyes landed on a redhead staring intently at her; and as if she was casting a spell, the scarlet lips at the edge of her glass were like an invitation for Natasha to give away all resistance she possessed, just to try those lips.

'Fuck'

Natasha finished her drink in one big sip and licked her lips as she started walking to her target, never breaking eye contact.

'Game's on' she cheered on herself to block the uneasy feeling creeping at the back of her mind.

Natasha's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water at those big eyes. A deep forest green sparkling with something she couldn't poit her finger at.

"You okay there, Miss?" The redhead faked worriness, placing a hand on Natasha's arm. The skin-on-skin contact made the babyhairs at the back of her neck creepas a chilling wave ran up her spine.

"Yes," was all Natasha could muter as she tried to break the link between both pairs of green eyes.

"Are you alone?" The deep, thick accent in her voice was like a compelling spell.

"Why? You've got plans?" Natasha asked back, daring to show strength to the redhead.

Smirking wickedly as she grabbed her hand, the redhead guided Natasha out of the bar. And Natasha let her. No mater how much the alarm bells were going off in her head.

Unbenknowst to her, the redhead had her prey right where she wanted it.

With the beaming sunlight infiltrating through the cheap motel's curtains, Natasha grunted as she tossed in bed, wondering what she's done to wake up with a pounding head and an empty feeling consuming her insides.

All she could remember was auburn hair, captivating green eyes and inviting burgundy lips.

Lips that she remembers as clear as day all over her body.

Shivering, she decided to go in search of the closest café in order to fully wake up.

But her illuson of tasting the bitter berverage had to wait just a bit longer.

"That fucker," Natasha growled as she stared at her empty wallet. All the burglar left was her documents.

Humming at the steamy tea cup in her hands, Wanda inspected the tomatoes on the stand, picking the best ones for the dinner she planned for Pietro's return.

"Took me a while, but I found you," Wanda froze at the voice that plagued her mind since that night at the bar.

Turning around, the brunette clutched her hands, remaining confident.

"I'm sorry. You must've mistaken me for someone else," she faked a kind smile.

"Bullshit," Natasha retorted. "You might've changed your hair, but those eyes are not easy to forget." The redhead grabbed Wanda's arm and dragged her out of the farmer's market. "Don't make a sound," she warned.

"What you think you're doing?" Wanda knew causing a scene would draw attention to her and she didn't need to worry about that.

Letting go of Wanda's arm after confirming the brunette would follow, Natasha spoke. "I want my money back."

"I- I didn't take it."

"I woke up with an astronomical headache and an empty wallet. I don't care what the fuck you slipped in my drink, but I know for certain that you're the culprit."

"Look, I promise I didn't-"

"Quit the lies." Natasha threatened and Wanda felt herself shaking. "Why did you do it?"

"I- I'm sorry. I didn't have an option," Wanda shrugged, never meeting the redhead's gaze. "Easy money when your work has a shitty payment," she confessed.

Natasha could see the distraught in the brunette, and like an invisible force linking her soul to hers, she felt compelled to know more about her. And she would lie if she didn't admit it scared her.

"At least, tell me your name,"

Wide-eyed, the brunette acepted the outstretched hand. "Wanda,"

"Well, Wanda. I'll forgive your debt, if you go for a coffee with me," Natasha proposed.

And Wanda couldn't help the smirk taking over her lips for a few seconds before she composed herself.

"Guess you'll know how to find me," Wanda winked at her before starting to walk away, leaving a dumbfounded Natasha behind.